#played on the computer and cleaned today mostly

[slattlicker]

hii i love your work!! Literally am like obsessed with this man omg. Sorry i just eat up pinning and yearning every time 😭 imagine schlatt meeting or streaming with alternative reader. Maybe they’re both into each other and there’s light flirting but reader is very black cat energy so they’re just side eyeing tf outta him while he tries to win them over but maybe he straps in helping them with something simple like fixing their door or helping with computer problems and readers just looking at him with heart eyes cause they always have to do everything themselves. Sorry if this is so long idk how to do these!!! Please get rest and eat a yummy snack and hydrate!! 🫶

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * maid to misbehave ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ imagine: a raid, a ruffle, and a favor for an old friend—until the bit goes too far and you’re the one getting played. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

﹒₊✦ a/n: this is what happens when you encourage parasocial men. this is what happens when you make flirty donos a personality trait. this is what happens when you wear cat ears for HIM. thank you and also you’re welcome.

warnings: heavy flirting, mutual down-badness, subtext as text, stream-performance personas unraveling in real time, one (1) gothic streamer folding like laundry, and a man who’s too good at pushing buttons.

enjoy! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡ ‧₊˚✧

your room smells like clove cigarettes and micellar water.

there’s a velvet curtain drawn across your window, blocking out what little sun dared to show up. a desk fan hums low from the floor, barely loud enough to compete with the whir of your pc.

the stream’s been live for an hour.

you’re halfway through your makeup—camera on, mic hot, brush tapping rhythmically against a compact. soft chatter hums in your ear from chat, broken only by the occasional text-to-speech dono.

you press the contour in with short, practiced strokes—cool-toned and sculpting without going ashy. it fades just right against your cheek, jaw, nose. the kind of placement that’s subtle at a glance but looks sharp on camera. you sweep a puff of setting powder across your forehead, then lean in closer to check the edges.

the ring light above your monitor is dimmed with a sheer stocking—castoff from a party costume—and the only other light in the room is your desk lamp, its base hot to the touch. everything’s soft shadows and grayscale glow.

your eyes are smoked out in gray, deep plum, and matte black. clean wing, half-lashes, corner glitter. there’s a slick of highlight down your nose—silvery in the center, more champagne at the tips, depending on how you turn.

“this is sooo not a soft look,” you say, mostly to yourself. "exactly what we're going for."

chat:

"it's giving vampire wife" "someone clip this pls i need it for later" "GOD YOU'RE SO PRETTYYY" "omg that color on your eyessss what is it"

you lean forward, elbows braced against the desk, nose nearly brushing the camera. “it’s the smokeshow palette,” you say, reaching off screen. “and before you ask, yes—shade names are stupid. ‘funeral crush’? ‘afterparty ash’? like. okay.”

you hold up the compact, flashing it at the lens before tossing it carelessly into the pile of palettes near your keyboard. one of them clatters to the floor. you don’t even flinch.

“anyway,” you continue, lining your lips with slow, steady strokes. “today’s theme is ‘bite me.’ not metaphorically. like literally. i want to look like i just got dragged into a crypt and kissed for too long. maybe find out that he was like...a vampire, who wanted to suck all my blood, but my make-out skills were just too good.”

chat:

“THE VISION IS SO CLEAR” “BITE ME IN A DOLLAR TREE PARKING LOT” “id let u ruin my life for content queen 🛐”

you snort, twisting the lip liner shut. “it's a dumb theme but i'm glad to have all of you as my enablers."

you sit back again, reaching for a gloss. it’s black in the tube, but sheer on application—just enough to deepen the lip color without taking away the definition. paired with the liner and eye makeup, it’s exactly the look you were going for: dramatic. sharpened.

you glance at yourself in the camera preview.

“okay. i kinda ate.”

more chat spam.

“ATE?? YOU DEVOURRRRED” “NO CRUMBS. BARELY BONES” “we love a confident queen 😌”

somewhere, under the noise, you hear it:

hello? your own voice—warped, echoing through the speakers. the sarcastic dono sound you had set up.

you glance at the corner of the screen, expecting a familiar username.

but you freeze.

because the one that just came through is unfamiliar. not the name. the timing.

and the message just says:

put on the maid outfit.

you blink. the gloss tube wobbles between your fingers.

“...excuse me?” you lean toward the mic. “you wanna run that back?”

chat:

“WAIT WHO SAID THAT” “WHO DONO’D THAT OMG” “maid arc maid arc maid arc 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️”

you stare down the chat. eyes narrowed. mouth twitching like you’re trying not to laugh.

“…you’re so lucky that dono was over $20.”

another hello? echoes through the speakers. same distorted voice. same user.

this time:

$21.69 — “i’m just saying. if the look fits.”

you groan.

“i swear to god…”

you’re already moving toward your closet.

you pause with your hand on the closet handle.

“okay, just to be clear,” you say, straightening up and turning to face the camera, “i’m not putting it on.”

chat:

“YOU PROMISED???” “DONT BACK OUT BABYGIRL” “MAID OUTFIT OR WE RIOT”

you roll your eyes, already fishing through the hangers.

“first of all, i didn’t promise jack shit. second of all, he doesn’t get to win. he’s not even watching.”

you say it with your chest, but you know it’s a lie.

he’s always watching.

he’s the only reason you even own the damn thing—black lace, white apron, ruffled and smug and shoved in the very back behind all your chunky jackets and mesh tops. you didn’t buy it. he mailed it to your PO box after a months-long bit about “stream uniforms.”

you told chat it was a joke. you told yourself that too.

you pull out a different outfit—equally dramatic. vinyl corset top, long gloves, sleeves that tie with little ribbons. it’s goth. it’s flashy. it’s not a maid outfit.

“this is what we’re doing,” you say, draping it over your chair. “no aprons. no dusters. no yassified servitude.”

you look dead into the camera.

“he doesn’t get that satisfaction.”

and then—

your raid alert triggers.

thunder. a creaking door. then, clear and slow: “welcome, honored guests.”

your heart sinks.

chat explodes.

“WAIT. RAID???” “WHO’S RAIDINGGGGG” “ITS HIM. ITS HIM. IT’S HIM!!!”

you whip around toward the monitor.

sure enough, in the corner of your screen, just above your chat feed, the notification pops up:

jschlatt is raiding with 20,786 viewers.

you drop your head into your hands.

“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”

your fingers lace behind your head, pulling your hair back in sheer disbelief.

“you guys. you guys. be serious right now.”

chat is already out for blood.

“MAID. OUTFIT. MAID. OUTFIT.” “this is democracy at work” “schlatt raided—you owe him” “if you don’t put it on i’m unfollowing 💔”

you glare at the camera.

“first of all, that’s emotional manipulation. second—do you know how weird it is that you’re all suddenly on his side?”

another hello? cuts in. your own voice. echoey. smug. another dono.

$10.00 — “they just want what i want. be a good girl, sweetheart.”

you physically recoil. “NOPE. nope nope nope—too far. i’m banning him. mods, take him out.”

chat is losing it.

“TOO LATE. HE’S IN THE WALLS.” “not her foldingggg” “omg wait weren't there shoes too”

you blink. “wait. what shoes.”

another dono.

$5.00 — “you know the ones. chunky buckle mary janes. the pair i asked about when you showed them on stream. i told you they’d look perfect.”

you throw your brush. just right off the desk.

“OH MY GOD.”

the chat:

“HE KNOWS. HE REMEMBERS. WE’RE DEAD.” “just admit he’s got the vision” “put on the SOCKS TOO!! the ones w the lil lace tops HE'LL LOVE THOSE ONESSSS”

you shove back from your desk, chair squeaking.

“fine. fine. but if i do this, no one is allowed to speak when i come back. dead silent. y’all better act like i’m showing up to a funeral.”

another dono:

$6.66 — “yours.”

you stare at the camera for a long, long second.

then disappear off screen.

✧✧✧

you walk back on screen like you’re storming a runway.

black-and-white ruffles, lace-topped thigh highs, glossy mary janes that click against the floor with every step. the corset bodice hugs just right. the skirt’s short. obnoxiously short. there’s a bell choker around your neck now—because you have no self-control. or dignity.

you take your seat slowly. deliberately. legs crossed, chin tilted. and you say nothing.

neither does chat.

just wall-to-wall:

“...” “chat fell silent” “i fear for my life” “do i say slay or do i say sorry” “she’s gonna kill him and i support her”

your overlay blinks. another dono pops up.

hello?

$12.00 — “told you.”

you inhale. you exhale. and then you reach for your phone.

“nope,” you mutter. “you don’t get to hide behind donos like some anonymous menace. if i’m showing lace, you’re showing face.”

chat:

“OH????” “CALLING HIM OUT IRL??? LET’S GOOOOO” “someone record this pls”

you turn your camera slightly, thumb already tapping at the screen.

it rings twice.

he picks up.

"hey, sweetheart," schlatt says, smug as hell. "you look amazing."

"shut up."

his camera turns on. he’s in bed. hoodie half-zipped. hair a little messy. watching you from his phone like it’s his favorite movie.

"you were in the middle of a long-awaited minecraft stream,” you accuse, eyes narrowing. “you ended just to do this.”

“well, yeah,” he shrugs. “couldn��t focus. you were on. and i knew the fit would hit.”

you groan. “i hate you.”

"nah," he grins, lazy. "you hate how much you like when i'm right."

chat’s in hell.

“THIS IS ACTUALLY INSANE” “SOMEONE CHECK ON HER MIC SHE’S BREATHING SO LOUD” “did he just CALL HER SWEETHEART???” “he ended stream just to watch her... oh it’s over for me”

you don’t say anything for a second.

just stare.

“schlatt.”

“…yeah?”

you shift in your chair—just slightly. just enough to adjust the frilly apron at your waist. the black ribbon at your collar. the thigh-high sock that’s slipped a little lower than the other.

“you do realize,” you say, slow and dangerous, “that this is your fault.”

his brows furrow. “what is?”

you blink once. deliberately.

“this.” you gesture lazily at yourself. “the outfit. the chat. the raid. i didn’t want to wear this.”

“you could’ve said no—”

“but you knew i wouldn’t.”

he stares. you lean forward, resting your chin in your hand. the mic picks up your every exhale, low and syrupy.

“so,” you say, voice like sin, “if you're gonna make me play house, schlatt... you better be ready to come home.”

his face twitches. like he just took psychic damage.

chat detonates.

“HELLO???” “SHE’S EVIL. I’M OBSESSED.” “WHATTT IS GOING ONNNN” “he’s literally malfunctioning on cam i’m crying”

you tilt your head.

“what?” you ask sweetly. “cat got your tongue?”

he exhales sharply. grips his phone tighter. eyes locked on you like you just stepped off the forbidden altar of every goth dream he’s ever had.

“…send your address.”

“i already did.”

“you what—”

“ten minutes ago. you were too busy being cocky to check.”

there’s a beat.

then he’s off-screen, muttering curses, hoodie whipping over his shoulder as he vanishes like a man possessed.

you click to your BRB screen. mic still on.

“chat,” you purr, “i need to tidy up before company arrives.”

the last thing they hear is the soft clink of your lip gloss tube snapping shut.

✧✧✧

your phone buzzes with the entry notification.

you glance down.

front door: unknown guest requesting access: comment: “meow.”

you snort. dramatic little bastard.

with a roll of your eyes, you tap accept, then lean back in your chair, slipping the ears on like a crown. glossy black. metal-clip base. they catch the light as you turn your head, all soft angles and sharper smirks.

the maid outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination. cropped bodice, laced back, puff sleeves. the stockings are perfectly uneven on purpose now. one tugged up high. the other a little lower, just enough to flash a garter clip when you move. your lips are a fresh coat of gloss. your nails are black. your patience is thin.

three knocks.

you don’t rush. you saunter.

when you open the door, he’s standing there—hood tugged halfway on, out of breath, like he jogged the last block.

his eyes sweep over you. from the ears to the socks. he blinks. once. slow.

“…you’re kidding.”

you tilt your head.

“you sent the outfit. you started the bit. now you live with the consequences.”

“i thought you’d fold and put it on for five seconds,” he says, stepping inside, brushing past you with his usual wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing gait. “not… greet me at the fucking door with little ears on...with the bell collar?”

“you assumed wrong.” you close the door behind him. flick the lock. “i always commit.”

his gaze flickers to the kitchen. the small table’s set—two teacups, a black-and-white porcelain pot, steam curling from the spout. you’ve got milk and sugar in matching skull-shaped dishes, and there’s even a little snack plate with matcha shortbread you didn’t make but definitely took credit for.

“you’re terrifying,” he says under his breath, not even trying to hide the smile. "your stream is gonna explode when people see those ears."

“if you’re drooling this much over them, they definitely will.” you transfer the teaset and cookies onto a silver tray, carefully lifting it as you glance down the hallway. “c’mon. stream’s set up in the next room.”

he follows you past the kitchen, through a narrow doorway lit with faint purple LEDs. the walls are plastered with band posters and little polaroids. half your makeup desk bleeds into your gaming setup—brushes still scattered across a hand mirror, lip liner rolling dangerously close to your mousepad. the velvet curtain’s drawn tight. your chair creaks as you sit.

he doesn’t.

he lingers near your tower, eyes narrowing. you click around in OBS, loading up your overlays, until you notice how quiet he’s gone.

“…what?”

he nods toward the floor. “your fan’s doing the thing again.”

you pause. “what thing?”

you set the tray down on the shelf beside your monitor, just out of frame. ring light on. mic already hot. you pluck the maid headband from the hook by your chair and slip it back on like muscle memory, adjusting the little ears until they sit just right.

schlatt’s still standing. not admiring the aesthetic—though you catch the glance he gives your legs as you pass—but squinting down at your tower like it murdered his grandma.

you lower yourself into your chair. "are you gonna sit or just loom there like an npc?"

"your pc’s loud as fuck," he says, crouching beside it. "how do you stream with this running in your ear all day?"

"uh, by turning my headset volume up and pretending not to hear it?"

he shoots you a look. unamused.

you pour yourself a cup, and sip, unapologetic. "i thought that was normal."

"that’s not normal. that’s a cry for help." he taps the side panel. listens again. "you got dust caked in the fan vents and you’re running with the back too close to the wall—no wonder this thing sounds like it’s trying to take off."

you raise a brow. "...you always diagnose women’s computers this quickly?"

"only when they’re cute and one hardware failure away from streaming in 144p."

you try not to smile. fail spectacularly. “nerd.”

"flirt," he fires back. then, casually—"move."

you blink. "what?"

"your chair. slide."

you scoot over just enough for him to kneel and tug the tower toward the open floor. he flicks the switch off with practiced ease and starts unplugging things like he’s been here before.

"...you came over to see me in a maid outfit and now you’re doing tech support?”

"gotta be a master worth serving, right?"

"gotta be a master worth serving, right?" he says without missing a beat, tugging a cable free with a smirk you can feel even from the side of his face.

you freeze. blink. then bury your face in your sleeves with a noise that's somewhere between a groan and a laugh.

"you’re so fucking annoying," you mumble into the fabric.

“nah,” he mutters, tilting your tower to unscrew the panel. “you like when i say that shit.”

"do you like when i say shit like that?"

“shit like what, y/n?” he smiles, looking back at you, eyebrows wiggling.

you give him a look. “don’t play dumb.”

“not playing.” he shrugs, settling down in front of the open tower like he’s doing god's work. “you’re the one in ears and a collar.”

you narrow your eyes. “you sent the ears. and the collar.”

“exactly. you wore them for me.”

“i wore them for chat.”

he snorts. “not my fault that they're always on my side. not my fault that i'm always right.”

you fold your arms, nose wrinkling. “god, you’re smug.”

“only ‘cause you’re blushing.”

“it's the makeup, actually.”

"i think i've watched you for long enough to tell between your blush and your blush. you wanna know how?"

"how?"

he looks back at you again, eyes drifting from your eyes, to your lips, back to your eyes. "your nose gets all scrunched up. you bite your lip. you get all huffy and cross your arms..."

you immediately uncross your arms.

“see?” he grins. “told you.”

“you’re unbearable.”

“you’re adorable.”

“i’m going to put arsenic in your tea.”

“you could,” he says, tilting his head at the thought. “and i would still drink all of it. that’s how down bad i am.”

you blink at him. hard.

then grab a makeup sponge and launch it.

he catches it.

with no effort.

you groan. “god, you’re so annoying.”

“yeah,” he says, tilting his head as he clicks your panel back into place. “but you’re letting me into your setup and your stream room and your kitchen. and you’re letting me fix shit. and you’ve got cookies out.”

“they’re from a box.”

“doesn’t matter.” he sits back and brushes off his hands. “you don’t let people do things for you.”

you go still.

he glances over.

“…right?”

you don’t answer. just stare.

his voice drops. just a little. more real.

“you always do everything on your own. but you let me in.”

a beat.

“...why?”

you hesitate. feel a fluttering feeling inside yourself, but you push it down.

"because you give me so many new subscribers, master."

his mouth drops open. like, actually drops.

you don’t even give him time to recover—you’re already reaching for your headset, turning back toward the monitors like you didn’t just drop a nuclear-level bit in his lap.

“my tower’s fine now?” you ask sweetly, voice back in streamer mode.

“…you’re such a freak.”

“mmhm,” you hum, adjusting your mic. “but a grateful one.”

he makes a strangled sound behind you. “you can’t just—i was trying to be genuine—”

“chat’ll be thrilled you got me working again.” you give your best innocent smile. “maybe they’ll send a thank you dono. you know. for master’s hard work.”

he groans, full-body, hand dragging down his face as he paces toward the only other chair in the room.

“you’re literally gonna end me.”

“maybe,” you murmur, clicking the “go live” button again. “but not before i get those numbers up.”

✧✧✧

your stream flickers back to life.

the screen fades from your starting soon overlay to the camera feed—your usual setup, slightly adjusted. two chairs now. two cups. one familiar black-and-white porcelain teapot resting between you and the man who just threw your emotional equilibrium off a cliff.

chat’s already flooding back in.

“CAT EARS ARE ON NOW???” “OH MY GOD WAIT IS THAT SCHLATT???” “SHE BROUGHT HIM ON STREAM HELP” “THE COLLAR. THE BELL—I’M ON MY KNEES.”

you clear your throat.

“hey, everyone. sorry for the delay, my PC was…having a moment. this is—uh—”

“hi, chat,” schlatt says, leaning into his mic with way too much smug energy. “you can call me master.”

your jaw drops.

he grins wider, looping one finger under the little ribbon at your collar and tugging gently—just enough to make the bell jingle.

you freeze.

chat explodes.

“DID HE JUST—???” “THE BELL—IM SICK” “NO WAY HE DID THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE” “YOU GUYS. I’M SWEATING.”

“kitten forgot her manners,” schlatt says smoothly, as you blink at the camera like your soul just left your body. “isn’t she supposed to pour my tea first?”

you smack his arm, face burning. “schlatt!”

he shrugs. “what? we’re committing to the bit, right?”

“i—i hate you.”

“nah.” he winks at chat. “she’s just mad ‘cause i know how to get her numbers up.”

you almost knock the teapot off the tray trying to get a good grip on the handle, pouring his tea.

you hand over the teacup like it weighs five pounds.

your fingers are trembling, your mic’s too hot, and you’re so aware of the bell at your neck—but somehow, somehow, you manage to slip right back into it.

chin tilted.

eyes sharp.

voice silky: “your tea, sir.”

chat detonates.

“OH MY GOD THE WAY SHE SAID THAT” “DOES THIS COUNT AS ROLEPLAY???” “STOP STOP STOP IM WATCHING THIS AT WORK” “PUT A TWITCH MATURE WARNING ON THIS STREAM RIGHT NOW”

schlatt takes the cup with a smirk that borders on evil.

“thank you, kitten,” he says, deliberately dragging it out. he sips—pinkie up, dramatically. “hmm. could use more sugar.”

you smile, saccharine. “your whole personality’s sugar, isn’t it?”

“nah,” he says, licking his bottom lip. “that’s all you, baby.”

you stare at him.

he stares back.

chat:

“HELLO????????” “THE LIP LICK??????? BRO????????” “baby. he called her baby.” “i need this clipped, archived, framed, and buried with me”

you snap your gaze back to the camera.

“right. uh. stream questions.”

“nah,” schlatt cuts in again. “don’t you have chores?”

“schlatt.”

“kitten’s slacking,” he mutters, reaching over to tap your mic stand. “might have to add that to your performance review.”

your hands slap to your face.

“YOU ARE NOT PUTTING ME ON A PIP.”

“probation. effective immediately.”

chat is crying. sobbing. screaming.

“THEY’RE GONNA GET BANNED” “IM WHEEZING I CAN’T BREATHE” “THEY ARE TOO GOOD AT THIS” “i don’t even want the bit to stop someone start playing romantic jazz”

✧✧✧

you eventually get schlatt to cool it with the roleplay enough to get to your favorite part...the tarot reading. your halfway into your master's reading, about to reveal the last card, his future.

he’s been lounging in your second chair like he owns the place—tea in hand, smug little smile, watching you shuffle your deck like you’re about to summon something.

“this one’s for you,” you say, fanning the cards. “your future.”

“oh boy,” schlatt mutters. “can’t wait to find out what haunted victorian orphan energy i’m carrying this week.”

you shoot him a look. “if you’re gonna talk shit, at least respect the process.”

“respectfully, i think your deck is cursed.”

“you literally just drank tea i made while wearing cat ears and a bell collar. your soul’s already tainted.”

chat is loving every second.

“HE LOOKS SCARED LMAO” “Y/N DRAG HIMMMM” “not the ‘respect the process’ 💀💀💀” “someone PLEASE screenshot his face rn he looks like he’s watching a horror movie”

you flip the first two cards. the chariot. the tower.

you hum. “interesting…”

“interesting bad?” he asks, immediately tense.

“depends. you’ve got forward motion, but with upheaval. you’re either in for a breakthrough or a breakdown.”

“so, like, tuesday,” he deadpans.

you fight a grin. “and finally…”

you draw the third card.

the lovers.

you blink.

he squints. “what?”

you turn the card toward the camera.

chat implodes.

“HELLOOOOOO???” “HE GOT THE LOVERS CARD. HE GOT THE LOVERS CARD.” “IT'S LITERALLLLYYYY FATEEEE” “Y/N’S HANDS ARE SHAKING. I SEE IT.”

you look at him. he looks at you. something flickers behind his usual grin.

“…so?” he asks, voice softer now. “what’s it mean?”

you hesitate. then—still half playing it off, but half not—you say:

“it means… a connection that’s inevitable. a choice that changes everything. one that doesn’t go away.”

he raises an eyebrow. “a choice, huh?”

you nod once.

he leans in.

"i think i know...what it's talking about."

you blink. slow. measured. your fingers glide across the table to flip the card back over—like it’s not still burning a hole through your chest.

you click your tongue. smile. too sharp, too polished.

“oh, do you?” you say sweetly, tilting your head. “you already have an idea for that special someone in your life?”

he laughs—low, warm. “yeah. i think you'd like her...”

you lift your cup. take a sip.

“oh?” you lift your cup slowly, voice cool. “she into weird guys with outdated humor and questionable facial hair?”

“well,” he says, grinning as he leans in just enough for the mic to catch it, “she does like charity cases.”

you scoff, nearly choking on your tea. “i do not! and you are not—”

"and who said that i was talking about you, kitten?" he shoots back.

your lips part. the bell on your collar jingles slightly from how fast your head turns.

you stare at him—eyes narrowed, mouth poised around a sharp retort—but nothing comes out.

he just smirks, sitting pretty in your gaming chair, arms behind his head like he didn’t just nuke your entire frontal cortex.

chat is in shambles.

“NAH. NAH. HE’S COOKING TOO HARD.” “WHY DID SHE FREEZE LIKE THAT 😭” “Y/N FOLDED. CLIPPED.”

you exhale slowly. smooth your skirt. square your shoulders.

"you’re right," you murmur, stepping around to stand behind his chair. “you weren’t talking about me.”

his eyes flick up toward you.

“because the girl you're talking about?” you lean down, voice lowering just enough to hit the mic again, “she wouldn't let you call her kitten without consequences.”

the chat collectively screams.

“WAIT A MINUTE.” “SHE’S BATTLING BACK OH MY GODDDDD” “MAID ARC JUST WENT DOMMY 😳😳😳”

schlatt laughs—but it’s breathier this time. his hands twitch slightly against the arms of the chair.

you don’t let up.

“i think it’s about time my master…” you trail off, tilting your head just enough for the bell at your throat to jingle. then you smile—sweet, wicked. “…earned his tea the hard way.”

and before chat can fully process what the hell that means, you reach forward—

—click.

the stream ends.

black screen.

no outro.

no goodbye.

just chaos in the aftermath.

“HELLO???” “EXCUSE ME?????” “WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN” “I NEED A WELLNESS CHECK” “THIS IS A CRIME SCENE” “MODS, I’M SHAKING” “THE VOD BETTER BE UP ASAP I SWEAR TO GOD”

meanwhile, on your end, your monitor’s off. your mic’s muted. and schlatt’s still staring at you from the chair, lips parted slightly, like he’s the one who just got left hanging.

he huffs a little in his chair, shoulders slumping like the wind's gone out of him. none of that smug energy now—no smirk, no teasing comeback. just him. quiet. real.

“you’re exhausting, you know that?” he says softly.

you tilt your head.

he glances at you, then down at his hands, thumbs brushing against the rings he’s still fidgeting with.

“you flirt like you don’t mean it. like it’s just a bit. and i can’t tell if you’re doing it to keep control or if you’re scared of what happens if it’s not a joke anymore.”

a beat.

“but i’m not playing.”

you freeze.

“not with you,” he adds. “not ever again.”

he finally looks at you again, and it knocks something loose in your chest—because this isn’t the guy who calls you kitten on stream or sends you dumb donos just to hear your voice.

this is the guy who watches every vod. who knows your alert sounds by heart. who saw your PC was overheating and opened it up like it was second nature. the one who brought you the maid outfit because he thought it’d make you laugh—and then raided your stream just to see it on you.

“i didn’t come over to win a bit,” he says, quieter now. “i came ‘cause i wanted to see you. just… you. even if you roasted me the whole time.”

you don’t say anything for a moment.

just breathe.

and when you do speak, your voice comes out smaller than you expect.

“…why?”

“because you let me in,” he says again, and this time it’s not a question. “and no one gets that far with you.”

your chest tightens. your fingers curl slightly against your arms.

and then—

“…shut up,” you murmur, blinking fast. “you’re gonna make me cry again and i just did my eyeliner.”

he smiles. not cocky this time—just soft. hopeful.

“you cry pretty,” he says. “but i like you better when you're smiling.”

you snort. rub your eyes with the heel of your hand.

“you’re so stupid.”

“you know what’s stupid?” he says, pushing up from the chair just enough to close the gap between you. “if you really care about your makeup getting ruined…”

he tilts his head, eyes flicking down to your lips, then back to your eyes.

“…you’re about to hate this.”

your breath catches.

and then he kisses you.

slow, sure, and stupidly gentle. like he’s savoring the moment—not rushing it. one hand finds your waist, the other still braced on the arm of the chair, like he needs to hold on to something to ground himself.

your hands—caught somewhere between wanting to shove him and wanting to pull him closer—end up curled into the fabric of his hoodie.

his mouth is warm. careful. almost reverent.

when he finally pulls back, barely an inch, his voice drops again. “yep. makeup’s done for.”

you blink up at him, dazed.

"...i think that...was worth it,” you whisper.

he grins. full, wolfish, damn near pleased with himself.

“good,” he says. “’cause if your lip combo wasn’t kiss-proof, i wouldn’t’ve had the fucking restraint.”

your breath catches again. your lashes lower.

“so what i’m hearing,” you murmur, brushing your thumb against the edge of his jaw, “is that you’ve been thinking about kissing me all night? and getting this black gloss all over you?”

his fingers flex at your waist. “you’re joking, right? i’ve been thinking about it since the moment you opened the door in that fucking collar.”

“hm.” your nails ghost along his hoodie. “should’ve known you were weak for the bit.”

“not weak,” he says, low, “just starving for you.”

your eyes flutter at that.

he notices. grins even wider—smug, wrecked, hungry.

“eyes like that,” he mutters, fingers sliding from your waist to your hip, “and you wanna pretend you didn’t know exactly what you were doing.”

you hum—noncommittal, teasing. “i thought i was just playing the part.”

“baby,” he says, “if you were playing the part, let me give my congratulations to the actress.”

his hand slips beneath the hem of your the short maid outfit you're wearing, fingertips brushing bare skin. not rushed. not demanding. just... possessive. like he’s been holding back this whole time and now he's realizing that doesn’t have to.

you lean in, lips nearly at his ear. “if you’re gonna ruin my makeup, at least do it right.”

you gasp, barely catching your breath as your back hits the door with a thud. your thighs tighten around his waist out of instinct. his mouth is already back on yours—hotter now, hungrier, like he’s got a point to prove.

“fuck,” he mutters against your lips, “you’re gonna kill me in this thing.”

“you sent it,” you manage, even as your nails dig into his shoulders. “this is your fault.”

“yeah?” he smirks, biting gently at your lower lip before kissing the sting away. “then i better take responsibility.”

his hands slide down, under the edge of your skirt. he groans—low, ragged—like he’s just confirmed a suspicion. “fuck me. did you seriously wear a garter belt?”

you breathe out a laugh, half-strangled. “i've gotta match the aesthetic down to my panties, schlatt.”

“you really do commit.” he presses you harder into the door, voice thick. “are you really this committed to driving me insane?”

you tilt your head, lips brushing his jaw. “absolutely, master...”

his breath hitches. his hips shift. and you feel him—every inch of him, pressed up between your thighs, right where you wanted him.

you smile. slow. dangerous.

“mission accomplished then, kitten.”

[roadkill-dreaming]

♡

[sirianasims]

Psssst! Hey! Yes, you! We need to talk about clubs:

Using the Clubs for Immersive Gameplay

Of all the systems that Sims 4 has, the club feature is probably one of my favourites (Restaurants are a close second, but they're not why we're here today!) Clubs are one of the easiest ways to increase your immersion when you play and make the random townies that show up on community lots just a tiny bit less random.

The Basics

Often, people are mostly concerned with the groups their active sims are in. You might already have a club to keep track of your sims' closest friends, study group, or baby daddies, we don't judge here.

Clubs are also a great way to automate what you want your sim to be doing with less micromanaging, but for immersion, we're actually more interested in clubs for the sims you don't (or rarely) play.

WTF are the neighbours doing?

Most of the pre-made clubs are kinda meh. I prefer to add my own so I can make my community lots just a bit more lively and make sure people's activities make just a tiny bit of sense because the autonomy in this game is not great. These are just for inspiration based on clubs I often add to my own game:

A group of teens who meet at the retail clothing store to try on clothes and gossip about Nancy's nose job or whatever.

A local bowling league (complete with uniforms) who meet and bowl - just don't fuck with The Jesus.

An HOA of Karens who meet at the park to clean, raise property values, and be mean to people.

Geeks and gamers who meet at the local arcade to awkwardly flirt over pizza.

Comedians who meet at the local comedy club - you can even use the club doors to make a VIP backroom only for the performers.

Sports teams - such as a basket team who meets at a local basket court, or a swim team who meets at the local pool (you can even give them tiny matching speedos!)

Scouts! The scout feature is cute but it's a rabbit hole, boo! But you can make a Scouts club, complete with uniforms, and have them show up in parks where they can do various activities and work on their badges. Add a teen or two to supervise the younglings, their parents will be so proud, aww.

A sorority or fraternity in university who meet up at the local bar in matching varsity jackets to make all the other students feel inferior.

A group of old ladies who meet at the park to knit or cross-stitch and brag about the accomplishments of their descendants.

A "business" club, usually CEOs, lawyers and such, who meet in fancy bars to hold important business meetings and probably commit white-collar crimes, so predictable.

If you have a sim with an office/work from home job and you'd like to pretend they actually go to work, you can make an office building and a group of "coworkers" who'll show up to drink coffee, chat, and work on computers next to them in the office. It'll even simulate rotating desk assignments for an instant capitalist hellscape!

The possibilities are endless, and I find the club feature really useful to add little interesting scenarios to the background of my gameplay.

Thanks to SQOTD for inspiring this!

📩 Simblr question of the day: according to you, what are the most underutilized gameplay features in the sims games you played, dlc included? - @simblr-question-of-the-day

[chunghasweetie]

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 | J.JK

— part 1

— pairing | dom!oc x nerdysub!jjk

— summary | oc finally cuffs jk and they celebrate

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

unprotected sex, cursing, praising, dom oc, overstimulation, masturbating, voyeurism(?), pussy eating, squirting, slutty oc

— word count | 3.5k words

— song suggestion | greedy — ariana grande

It went from one study session a week to 3. Then it was 4. Now damn near every single day.

Now she was never apart from him.

He was her little boy toy and he loved every second of it. He was always over at her place and everytime he never left without some sort of mark.

He was so infatuated with her and obsessed. His life was dull and repetitive but now it was thrilling and exciting.

He longed for this girl. All he could think about is her.

Although he still stuttered, he grew a bit of confidence around her.

She knew everything about him and she actually was able to get him to speak to her.

It wasn’t unusual for her to let herself inside his apartment. She’d always come over for sleepovers.

Mostly because she liked bothering him while he was on the game.

Today was one of those days. She packed a bag and let herself into his apartment like usual.

She told him she was going to a frat party with her girlfriends, but she always intended on surprising Jungkook.

She tip toed to his bedroom, opening her mouth to say his name before hearing something she didn’t expect.

He was moaning. Well, whining actually.

“There’s no way.” Her heart dropped.

Was he with another girl?

She remained silent, deciding to peek over at him.

He was in his room, near his PC per usual. The complex set up made it difficult for her to really see what was going on.

She stuck her head a bit further out, taking a look at what was on his screen.

The last thing she expected to hear was Jungkook whimpering out her name, jerking himself off in front of his computer.

Her instagram and many other images he took were displayed on all the screens in his set up.

She stayed hidden, simply hiding and watching him in silence as he continues.

“Y-Y/n— ah”

He was lost in his own world, letting out soft moans as he pleasured himself.

“M-More fuck.” He panted. “F-Feels so good.”

His face was flushed with desire, and his breathing became heavy as he approached his climax.

She was amazed how he was so lost in everything that he hadn’t noticed her standing dead in the doorway.

His glasses slipped down near his nose, not even bothering to push them up. “M-Miss you.”

“S-So pretty” His hand moves quickly, his other hand supporting himself on the desk as he rocks his hips back and forth.

Jungkook let out a soft gasp as he reached his climax, still unaware of her presence.

Jungkook's eyes snap open as he feels his orgasm hit, his whole body shuddering as he cums all over his shirt and laptop.

“S-Shit I-“ He breathed heavily for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

Cum was leaking all over his tip, dripping down his shaft and all over his screen.

“Goddamnit” He cussed with his pouty like voice, ushering to clean himself up.

He grabbed the nearest towel, cleaning himself of the liquids he poured out.

Jungkook had refreshed his feed over 6 times, waiting for her to post. “Come on. Please” He kept refreshing.

Whenever she went out his blood went cold with anxiousness.

Although she was fucking him almost everyday, he worried about getting replaced.

With her friends being the frat boy hopping type, it made him so nervous Y/n would be the same way.

She cleared her throat, finally making her presence known.

Jungkook’s head snapped over to the doorway, heart thumping out of his chest.

“Y/n!” He said a bit loudly, even for him. He cleared his throat. “I-I thought you were at a party.”

Jungkook's face turned bright red with embarrassment as he realized that Y/n could’ve been there the whole time.

“Hi baby” She played it cool, placing her bags on the side of his bed. “What you been up to today?”

He scrambled to cover himself up, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he tried to come up with an explanation for his irrational behavior.

"Well, uh... I was just... studying and on the game." Jungkook stammered out, still flustered from what had just happened.

He knew that it was a feeble excuse, but it was the only thing he could think of at the moment.

“Such a nerd.” She laughed.

Jungkook blushes deeper at her teasing, his gaze darting back and forth between her and the floor.

“Y-Yeah.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

He felt like the words, ‘I masturbated to you’ was painted on his face.

He finally turned to face her, and his jaw immediately dropped.

Jungkook's eyes widen as she slides onto his bed, her mini skirt riding up to reveal a strip of smooth, tanned skin.

“D-Did you um— buy a new outfit?”

He swallows hard, trying to keep his composure as he stares at her, his mind racing with dirty thoughts.

“I actually did. Do you like it baby?” She asked him.

Mini skirts always did her so good. Her body was perfection and today she wanted nothing but Jungkook to notice her skirt.

Jungkook nods, unable to tear his gaze away from the tantalizing glimpse of her thighs.

He was such a nerd they reminded him of the anime’s he would watch.

His voice is barely above a whisper as he replies, "Y-yes, you look really, really pretty."

He licks his lips, his heart pounding in his chest. "M-may I...”

“Words, Jungkook. You’re a big boy remember?”

Jungkook swallows hard, his face turning bright red as he fumbles with his words.

"M-may I... touch it?" He asks, his eyes never leaving her thighs, his hands shaking slightly as he reaches out to gently trace the hem of her skirt.

“Of course baby.” She chuckled at his cuteness. “You can do whatever you want to me. You know that.”

Jungkook's breath hitches in his throat as he hears her words, his heart racing even faster than before.

He nods, his fingers trailing higher up her thigh, slowly, reverently, as if he's afraid that if he touches too quickly, she might disappear. "I-I want to...”

“Jungkook.”

Jungkook swallows hard, his fingers finally reaching the lace of her panties.

He bites his lip, his eyes locked on hers as he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, "May I... touch you here?" His fingers hover just above the wet fabric, his entire body trembling with anticipation.

Jungkook was such a nerd, he pictured her as some anime princess he had seen years ago.

She whined at the sudden feel of his fingers.

Jungkook's eyes light up with excitement as he hears her response, his fingers moving to slide underneath her panties, brushing against her slick folds.

He gasps softly, his eyes widening as he feels how wet she is for him. "A-Ah... you're so wet..."

“All because I seen you earlier.” She chuckled. “You really thought I didn’t see you touch yourself to me baby?”

Jungkook's face turns beet red as he realizes she caught him masturbating to images of her.

He quickly pulls his hand out from under her panties, his other hand flying to cover his face in embarrassment. "I-I... I didn't mean for you to see that..."

“I-I... I didn't know you saw me..." He admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Saw you? Baby I heard you. You’re so whiny when you’re needy.” She teased him.

Jungkook's breath hitches as she teases him, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.

He can feel his cock throbbing once again in his pants, desperate to be freed and buried inside of her. "Y-You heard me...?" He asks, his voice trembling with need.

“Of course I did baby. It’s why I was so wet” She slowly slipped his hands out of her panties. “Well, I’m always wet around you.”

Jungkook's hands are left empty as she slips them out of her panties, his fingers twitching with the need to touch her again.

He swallows hard, his eyes fixed on her drenched pussy. "Y-You're always so wet around me...?"

“Always. You know this baby.” She giggled. “You think I’m changing panties for fun when I come over?”

Jungkook's breath hitches as she reveals that she comes to him specifically to be fucked. "N-No... I didn't... I didn't think..."

“You’re so cute!” She laughed, loving the way he stuttered and stammered.

“You know at first when I heard you, I thought you were getting fucked by someone else.” She admitted.

Jungkook's eyes widen with horror as she confesses that she had thought he was getting fucked by someone else when she heard him moaning.

He would never want her to think that of him. Not after all he’s done to finally have her.

He shakes his head vehemently, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "N-No, no! It was just me...I-I would never I- only want you.”

“I know now.” She exhaled. “But now I realized I can’t keep doing this. Not this way anymore.”

Jungkook's heart sinks.

He looks at her with pleading eyes, his hands reaching for hers. "P-Please... don't say that. I-I really like you...I— I just can’t—“

“I need you to be my mine.” She interrupted, looking up at him. “Need you to be my boyfriend.”

Jungkook's heart races as she tells him she wants him to belong to her. A smile spreads across his face, and he nods eagerly. "R-Really? Y-You want me to be your... boyfriend?"

He can hardly believe what he's hearing.

Jungkook's eyes light up as she confesses her feelings for him. He nods eagerly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in for a tight hug. “I-I don’t know what to do I— Never thought this would happen.”

Jungkook's heart swells with happiness as she confesses that she's wanted him to be her boyfriend for a long time.

He can hardly contain his excitement as he pulls her into a tight embrace, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. "I-I'm so happy..."

She laughed into their kiss. “You should be baby, I’m all yours now nerd boy.”

He's never been happier to be labeled as such. He tightens his grip on her out of habit, deepening their kiss as he whispers against her lips, "Y-You’re all mine finally.”

He can't believe that this amazing, popular girl is now officially his girlfriend.

He was now dating the girl his high school bullies were fighting over one another for.

Here she was in his room, confessing to him.

She took charge of their make out session, smacking her plump lips against his. “How should we celebrate baby?”

Jungkook can't help but moan at her aggressive kiss, his hands roaming over her body as he gives himself over to the moment.

When she pulls away and asks about celebrating, he stammers out a response, "W-we could do whatever you want...”

“Maybe we can start with taking

care of your little issue down there.” She laughed.

Jungkook's face flames at her comment, but he can't help the small moan that escapes his lips at the thought.

He nods, whispering, "Y-yes please..."

“Speak up for me baby.” She bit her lip, checking him out. “Tell me how you want me.”

Jungkook's mind goes blank at her request, his face flaming even brighter. He stammers out, "I— Uh..."

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and not get too overwhelmed.

“Breathe baby.” She cooed. “Take it slow.”

“C-Can you get on top of me?” He finally lets out.

Jungkook's breath hitches as she doesn’t hesitate, his hands reaching up to touch her waist.

He watches as she settles herself on top of him, feeling her warmth against him. "F-Fuck..."

“Still so shy” She giggled.

Jungkook's face flames even brighter at her comment, but he can't help the small moan that escapes his lips.

He whispers, "C-Can't help it...you feel so good." He reaches up to touch her face, pulling her down for a kiss.

“And so needy.” She laughed into their kiss.

Jungkook can't help the small whimper that escapes him at her comment, his hands tightening on her waist.

He whispers, "You— make me like that..." He leans up to capture her lips in another kiss, trying to convey all of his feelings to her through it.

“Gonna let you in raw again this time okay? Gonna let you cum wherever you want. Mm on the pill now.” She hummed.

Jungkook's breath hitches as she says those words, his hips bucking up to meet hers.

He whispers, “R-Really?!" He leans up to whisper in her ear, "I-I can cum inside you?"

“Of course baby” She could feel him throbbing under her. “You’re so weak I could dry hump you and make you cum your pants.” She teased him.

Jungkook groans at her words, his hips stuttering with pleasure.

He leans up to kiss her again, his hands roaming over her body. "I want this so bad..." He whispers, "P-Please Y/n?”

“Lift up my mini skirt.”

Jungkook's hands tremble as he reaches up to lift her mini skirt, revealing her lacy underwear.

He groans, "...You're so beautiful Y/n..." He leans down to kiss her inner thigh, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Jungkook's hands move to her underwear, pulling them down her legs.

He looks up at her with a desperate expression, "C-Can I...make you cum first? P-Please?”

She nodded.

Jungkook's eyes light up at her words, and he leans down to kiss her again.

He whispers, "Thank you..."

Recently, all Jungkook had been wanting to do was eat her out. It’s like he craved it more than actually being inside her.

She tasted so good and she always moaned and spoke so dirty to him while he did it. The praise and appreciation she showed him drove him insane.

Especially because it was all from him.

Usually she was always leading. Whenever he ate her out he felt like he had a bit of power.

Even if he was whining and moaning over her taste.

He lays her down on his bed, spreading her legs for him to access her heat.

His hands roam over her body as he begins to kiss and lick at her clit.

She hums at the feeling of his tongue on her clit. “Always trying to make me cum first hm?”

Jungkook moans at her words, his own arousal growing as he feels her getting closer. He continues to lick and kiss at her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance. He wants to make her cum hard for him.

He continues to lick and kiss at her clit, “S-So sweet.”

Jungkook groans at the feeling of her gripping his hair. He loves when she's like this, so desperate for more.

He quickens his pace, his tongue moving faster over her clit as his fingers slip inside her.

“Tastes so good— fuck” He panted, face absolutely lost in between her thighs.

“Fuck— all that practice fucking paid off.” She groaned. “Fucking amazing baby.”

His own arousal was growing. He's proud of himself for making her feel this good.

He continues to lick and kiss at her clit, his fingers moving inside her. "I-I love it too much— N-Never want to stop.”

“Mm— so good” Her eyelids were practically twitching from how good she felt. “Such a good boy.”

He continues to move his fingers inside her, his tongue still flicking against her clit. "So good…for you…”

Whenever he’d speak his lips would barely leave her clit, not wanting to ever separate himself.

He feels her thighs tighten around his head, and he knows she's close.

“Fuck baby I’m close.” She arched her back.

He curls his fingers inside of her, his tongue still flicking against her clit.

Within seconds and without warning, she squirted all over his mouth, face and glasses.

She gasped aloud, “Oh my gosh!” She covered her mouth. Her legs were trembling, her whole body affected by her intense orgasm.

She squirted for him ever so often, but this one definitely shook up his world.

He was in shock, and he fell further for her than he already had. He felt so accomplished and adored.

She looked down at the soaked boy, his once clean frames now drenched with her liquid arousal.

His mouth was still very attached to her, she had to grip his hair just to separate athe two.

“It’s all over you— and your bed” She reached out, almost embarrassed by how much she squirted.

Jungkook looks up at her with a big grin on his face. He takes off his glasses and wipes them on the sheets before putting them back on.

“That was so—“ He swallowed. “Amazing.”

“Wow baby” She laughed. “You took it a lot better than I thought.”

She eyed him, “Let me fuck you baby.” She laughed. “I know you’re desperate now. Come here.”

He leans his back against the headboard, scrambling to slip down his boxers.

“You’re adorable” She chuckled, climbing onto his lap. “Are you ready?”

Jungkook's cheeks turn a deep shade of red at her compliment, but it only makes him more excited.

He nods his head eagerly and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "Y-yes... I'm ready... please..."

“Always gotta take care of you baby” She positioned herself on his cock, slowly slipping him inside of her.

Jungkook lets out a deep, guttural moan as she slides down onto his cock. He feels every inch of her, and it's better than anything he could have ever imagined.

He grips her hips tightly, trying to hold back his urge to thrust up into her.

She was so wet.

“Fuck baby” She whined, getting adjusted.

Jungkook nods his head and lets out a soft moan as she adjusts herself on top of him.

He's in heaven right now, and he never wants this moment to end. He looks up at her and smiles softly. "You feel too good-“

“Relax yourself baby.” She comforted him, knowing how overwhelmed he got.

Jungkook blushes and nods his head, biting his bottom lip as he feels her wetness enveloping him. "Y-yes... you're so wet... and tight..."

He was so whiny and needy for her. He was pussy drunk and a desperate mess. She couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

Jungkook's cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as she chuckles at his eagerness.

He can't help it; he'd never felt this good before her. He looks up at her with puppy dog eyes, pleading for more. "P-please...”

She started moving on him, grinding painfully slow on top of him.

Jungkook lets out a soft moan as she starts to move on top of him, grinding her hips against his.

He can't believe how good it feels, and he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close. "F-fuck... that feels so good..."

Jungkook's body trembles and shakes as she continues to grind on him, his whines and moans growing louder. He can't help but be overwhelmed by the sensations. "I-I can't...”

Jungkook takes a deep, shuddering breath as she relaxes against him.

He feels her hands on his chest, slowly running them up and down his shirt and he can't help but feel even more overstimulated. "C-can't take it...”

“Want me to stop baby?” She asked him, slowing down on him.

Jungkook shakes his head frantically. He doesn't want her to stop, but he also can't handle the intensity of what she's doing to him. "N-no... just... you’re moving so much and—I-I’m gonna cum too quick... please..."

“Like this?” She grinded on him more intensely, whispering moans and praises in his ear.

Jungkook's whines and moans grow louder as she grinds on him. He can feel every inch of her and it's driving him wild.

He clings to her, whispering her name over and over again. "Y-yes, like that..”

“You always cum too quick baby.” She giggled, “You’re okay Jungkook”

Jungkook's face flushes bright red at the teasing and he buries his face in her neck.

He hates that he always cums so quickly, but he can't help it when she's touching him like this. "I-I'm sorry... I just—“

“Shh” She stopped him mid explanation. “Wouldn’t want it any other way. That’s why you’re my baby.”

He couldn’t help but blush, swallowing harshly.

“Fuck Jungkook— So fucking big and I still can never get used to it.” She groaned.

Jungkook's mind goes blank as she takes control. He can only moan and whimper as she rides him harder and faster.

Her words of praise only fuel his desire, and he clings to her, relishing in the feeling of being dominated by the girl he loves.

“Y/n I—“

Jungkook lets out a low groan as she takes him over the edge. He feels himself pulsing inside her, filling her up with his release.

“How was that baby?” She chuckled. “Better than when you masturbated to me earlier?” She teased, revealing that she seen him.

His face drained of color, in utter horror.

He can't help but feel embarrassed at being caught like that, but the fact that she knows and is still here with him only makes him feel even more loved.

“I thought it was cute— and funny.” She laughed.

His mind goes blank as he collapses on the bed, panting heavily. "F-Fuck I— I’m sorry."

“Whyre you apologizing?” She bit her lip, eyeing him up and down. “That is just how I like to see you. Let’s clean you up baby, we’re gonna go out.”

“C-Can I— we—“ He panted

“Yes Jungkook.” She laughed. “We’ll shower together.”

[leriexoxo]

ESCAPE 5

PART FIVE

"Don't wanna end this game, hope it plays for eternity"

pairing: Chan x Reader

tags: m/m/f, smut, 18+ mdni, massage sex, friends with benefits, soft feelings, unprotected sex.

word count: 3.2k

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

prev | next

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was the end of the semester, and you were exhausted.

By choice, of course, you reminded yourself –- all this was by choice. You studied hard because you were ambitious, but you were just tired of everything. You were tired of the campus coffee, tired of stale cafe bagels as a substitute for actual, balanced meals that you never really had time to cook.

The only thing you weren’t tired of was embarrassing, you thought to yourself as you typed out a concise conclusion to an eighteen-page final essay. It was humiliating and a little juvenile, because you prided yourself on being the type of person with a balanced and clean set of pleasure sources, including but not limited to hot showers and casual sex. You aimed not to let any one of your obsessions overtake other parts of your life. Balance.

Lately though, you didn’t have as much control over things as you’d hoped. As you absently clicked through tabs on your laptop, you realized that you could hardly call the sex you were having at this apartment casual.

For starters, you were doing your homework curled in Hyunjin’s bed, his duvet wrapped around your shoulders like a burrito. You wore an over sized t-shirt snatched from Chan’s dresser, and the food you’d eaten today had come exclusively from the two boys’ shared fridge. You did go to your own apartment sometimes, mostly to grab a change of clothes, a quick bite, or a forgotten library book, but you hadn’t actually spent the night at home in days.

Why would you though? Last night, for example, which you spent in Hyunjin’s room, pretending to focus on schoolwork until, of course, you couldn’t pretend anymore, and the evening had dissolved into a delirious haze, the two of you taking turns with the other until you’d finally fallen asleep, exhausted, against Hyunjin’s chest at, maybe, three in the morning. There was no reason to go home. Everything you could possibly want was here; or rather, was at class and would be here very soon. When it arrived, you’d be on-track to abandoning your homework and indulging in some much-needed relaxation.

You heard a light knock on Hyunjin’s door, which dissolved whatever imaginary scenario you were brewing in your head to avoid start ing your next assignment.

“Come in,” you said, sitting up and crossing your legs on the bed, your laptop balanced on a pillow in front of you. The door opened and Chan’s head popped through. You smiled, you couldn’t really help that; the hard-to-please act was much harder to keep up with him than Hyunjin. You admired the curly mussed up look of his hair, the faint dark circles under his eyes indicating his own personal finals-week hell.

“Have you eaten today?” he asked. The genuine sound of care in his voice made your chest warm, even as your face twisted into a playful smirk.

“Worried about me?” you asked. “I had some yogurt and granola for breakfast. Isn’t it still pretty early?”

“It’s 5pm.,” he said shortly, coming in fully through the door. “I’ll order us takeout, or something.”

The way Chan so effortlessly offered to pay for your dinner left you completely disarmed, your face softened. You closed your laptop and stretched your arms above your head, stifling a yawn as each joint in your back crunched audibly.

“That’s really sweet, Channie,” you said, your eyes squeezing shut. “Honestly, I am hungry; plus like; my brain is soup from looking at a screen all day.”

You kept your eyes closed as you sat up straight, pain prickling through your neck and upper back. How long were you sitting in here, hunched over your computer like a goblin? Hyunjin had those blackout blinds that completely obscured the sunlight, so it was like time wasn’t real here; night or day, it’s impossible to tell.

“My back hurts,” you muttered, more to yourself than anything. “I should do my work out in the living room where there’s real windows...”

“Your back?” Chan said, and you look up to meet his gaze.

“Mhm,” you nodded, starting to scoot gingerly towards the side of the bed. “It only gets bad around this time of year. It’s cold outside, and I spend hours on my computer, or bent over a desk doing schoolwork, and I never remember to take breaks, or to stretch…”

“Would you let me rub your shoulders?” He asked, and you flushed- not just at the question, but the genuine way he asked it. Your stomach thrummed and you looked up once again to lock eyes with Chan.

You would have loved to say something witty, playful, mean; but you couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t be rude in response to something so legitimately sweet. So you nodded wordlessly and swung your legs off the side of the bed. You patted the mattress lightly.

“I figure you’re allowed on here,” you quipped, and Chan smiled, hopping onto the bed and settling himself behind you. He placed his hands gently at your neck and began to massage.

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re a little tense?” he asked, running his hands gingerly around your upper back, and you scoffed.

“Never in my life,” you responded. Now that your head wasn’t buried in your computer screen, you were made aware of the sharp, angry ache of your back muscles and the pain that shot through you when you shifted positions.

“Sorry for being so cranky,” you muttered to the empty space in front of you, deeply aware of Chan’s touch as he moved methodically across the tops of your shoulders. “I guess it -– it actually really hurts. I didn’t realize. But what you’re doing feels nice”

“I don’t mind,” he said gently. “This is nice too”

You liked the way he spoke to you; open and honest and simply genuine. You believed him, when he said it was nice. It helped you accept the care he was offering without your usual, oh-please-I-can-handle-myself-don’t-worry fuss.

You felt your ears turn pink as Chan squeezed the point where your neck met your shoulders, and the tense knot inside you softened and began to relax. You took a deep breath.

“You’re really good at this,” you said, and Chan responded by rolling his fingers across your shoulder blades, sending a flare of goosebumps down your arms. You exhaled, the pressure of his hands releasing knots you thought must have been constricting your lungs, somehow. You let your head roll back to rest against Chan’s chest. He unfolded his legs and let your body relax fully into his as he massaged your shoulders.

“God,” you said breathlessly. “That’s really good”

“Mm,” he responded before leaning forward and landing a chaste kiss on your jawbone.

You tilted your head a little further to one side, exposing more of your jaw and the curve of your neck.

“Do that again, please,” you breathed, your voice fuzzy and relaxed.

Chan made another low noise in his throat, this time choosing to kiss the delicate spot at the base of your ear. It was still chaste, but the placement elicited an involuntary shiver. He felt it too, releasing a small sigh, and you felt yourself melt even deeper into his arms.

He pressed both thumbs into the twin muscles that coiled between your shoulder blades and spine, before kissing you behind your ear again. This time you felt his tongue slide briefly across your skin as he dragged his lips down a part of your neck. You gasped, your body responding with a shiver that pulled your back into a delicate arch.

Chan rested his hands at your shoulders, his mouth hovering close. You liked the feeling of his body pressed against yours from behind, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the weight of his soft cock against the base of your spine.

You reached a hand up to grip his hair, pulling him down to kiss your shoulder again.

“Keep going?” you prodded, pressing yourself back and turning your head to breathe in his ear.

“Mmm,” he says again, resting his chin against you, planting measured kisses down your neck. “Don’t we both have work to do?”

He liked you so much you could feel it through your shirt that work was the last thing on his mind. He smiled against your skin, his fingers still kneading the knots from your upper arms, pulling you as close as he could- like he wanted to absorb you, and God you almost wished he could.

“We do have work,” you said slowly. “And we need to eat but, I… don’t… I don’t… I don’t care.”

You slid your eyes to the side, watching the bob of his head in your side view.

“Chan,” you said. “Please?”

When you said Please you felt him instantly harden against you.

“Fine,” he huffed, like he was letting something slip, though he hadn’t stopped kissing you since he started. You let out a noise of satisfaction, falling to the side as you grasped at Chan’s shirt collar, tugging him down on top of you.

You hadn’t had any one-on-one time with Chan the way you had with Hyunjin, you realized. You also realized that this had been an oversight on your part –you adored Hyunjin, brat that he was, but Chan had been so eager to please it was devastating. He rolled his hips gently against you, sighing into your mouth, his hands tangling in your hair as he smiled –his lips curling at the corners as they met yours. You slipped your hands beneath his shirt, rucking it up and off, feeling the ridges of his chest as your fingers traced up his sides.

He was so gentle, careful not to aggravate your back pain. you would have welcomed roughness, but it had been almost heartbreakingly nice to be handled this delicately. He moved with restraint, kissing your lips, your neck, murmuring for permission before sliding your tank top off. He hitched your legs onto his shoulders trailing soft kisses down your thighs before pressing his mouth to the fabric of your underwear, drawing a desperate writhe from you.

“Oh, my god,” you cried weakly. “Please, please.”

He tugged off the rest of your clothing, his hands steady, then pressed his mouth to the heat between your legs, his nose brushing gently against the pulse of your clit as he dragged his tongue across you. You whimpered, trying to keep your legs from shaking. The tenderness of his touch, after months of rough-if perfect-sex with Hyunjin, made you ache with a delirious kind of want, one you had only associated with cruel, drawn-out teasing. The worst part was that Chan wasn’t trying to tease you at all.

When he pulled away to look at you- lips slick and pink– you turned, pressing your mouth to the pillow to muffle a moan. His absence was unbearable. Violent. Eyes shut tight, you yanked at his hair, dragging him back down. But this was violent, too-too soft, too slow, too sweet. Purposefully torturous. You arched your back, barely restraining yourself from shoving him deeper so he couldn’t breathe.

“More,” you gasped, covering your eyes, your face a shining, blushing mess. “Please, you’re so -you’re so good, I want–”

You didn’t even need to finish. Chan circled you with his tongue, then slowly, languidly buried a finger inside you.

The bright ache -an instant relief,– spinned you hopelessly, dragging you towards the edge of an orgasm. You couldn’t control the tremors that wracked your body; you had wanted to finish, had wanted him, so bad you shivered with it. Then he started to move, teasing your clit with his tongue, pressing one, then two fingers into you in a slow, perfect rhythm. You clutched at the bed sheets, your vision blurring at the edges.

“Don’t–stop–” you said to the rhythm of his hand, of his tongue, as he fucked you. “Chan – C-channie, p–please, don’t–don’t stop, you’ll m– you’ll make– you’ll make– me come–”

And he did, and you cried out with your blood singing, dazzling and sweet, your back arching as you shook against his mouth.

Your ears rang pleasantly as the glittery shock of your orgasm faded. As he pulls away again, you reveled in the feeling of him kissing your inner thighs, then your stomach, then the soft curve of your hips.

“Mm,” you groaned, “Come here, come here.”

He crawled up to plant a kiss on your chin, and you pressed your lips to his as he settled next to you, his hair a tousled mess, his lips almost imperceptibly swollen. You kissed him and kissed him and kissed him, humming when he wrapped his arms around your back as if he meant to resume the massage.

You indulged him for a moment -you wanted to be this close more often, possibly all the time -but eventually pulled away to kiss down his neck, his collarbone. You paused, then dragged your tongue over his nipple, your fingers tracing his sides, then his hips, and you dipped to kiss the skin just above his waistband as you tugged off his sweatpants and underwear. He was hard -– you felt a glow of affection and delight knowing that getting you off was what turned him on- goosebumps flaring along his arms as you thumbed at his hip bones, dipped your head and swiped your tongue across his tip, already beading with precum and as pretty as you remembered.

Chan inhaled, as if to say something, to ask for more or give an order or beg, but when you looked up, he was flexing his jaw, one hand bunching into a fist at his side. It dawned on you that he might have been restraining himself too– of course he had been, though you didn’t necessarily expect him to be so reserved now that he’d gotten you off and your roles had shifted. You recalled how he looked at the end of your evening together with Hyunjin. He was messy, undone, helplessly fucked out. He looked like he’d forgotten restraint completely.

You wanted very much to make him look that way again.

You snaked your hand up his chest and pushed two fingers into his mouth, and he groaned with an automatic ease into your hand before clenching his fist once more, cutting himself off. You squeezed at his thigh and drew your other hand from his mouth abruptly, your fingers glistening, as you slid your hand down, slicking his cock with spit and the ooze of his precum. This elicited another clipped moan.

Slowly you sat up, hitching a leg over him and slowly, you sank down onto his cock with a satisfied hum that pitched to a low whimper as you take him deep and felt him bottom out. Chan gasped, swearing, squeezing the sheets with one shaking hand.

You started to move-slow at first, then faster- as his hips began to twitch and shudder to your rhythm. You were still satisfied and raw, so you used your clearheadedness to move with purpose, with control, reaching out to hold his chin between your thumb and forefinger as you rode. His mouth was open, panting, desperate; his eyes flashed with an emotion you didn’t recognize-not at first- until you hitched your hips to drive him particularly deep and recognized it, suddenly, as a guarded adoration.

You wanted that guard obliterated. You dragged thumb over the plush of Chan’s lip, slowed the motion of your hips into a slow, deliberate rocking motion. The change in pace earned you his hands clenching at your thighs, your hips-he burned with it; he wanted to push you down, fuck you out right there on his lap. But he was still being polite.

You pressed both hands over Chan’s grip, coaxing him down, down, until the weight of his pressure sank you further over the throb of his cock. You tilted your hips just right, angled your spine until each stroke sent a spark tearing through your core, sweet, blinding and hot. When he tugged harder, you exhaled -gasped, smiled- as he rolled his head back, moaning, swearing again, building your rhythm like it belonged to him.

“Keep going,” you murmured as he shuddered beneath you, rolling your hips and watching his eyelashes flutter, adoring the way he drove him cock into you, a layer of restraint falling away with each stroke, with the filthy, gorgeous sound your bodies made as they collided and collided. “Please.”

You splayed your fingers against his chest and watched, measuring your rhythm with his, a coil building in your stomach, as he lost himself, his movements became jagged, then taut and still; his grip on your hips loosening, his hands falling to the side as he arched his back and you carried him over the edge; his perfect moan, almost a sob, then your name, your name, your name; the warm flush of his cum filling you, the seamless seconds it took for you to crash into your own orgasm, your body tightening around him until you came, then relaxed, spent and trembling and weak. As you lifted off, pulling him out; he pulled you down for a kiss, and another, and another, messy, still tasting like you.

“Thank you for the massage,” you said weakly into his ear, and he laughed breathlessly.

“It’s my pleasure,” he said, then looked at you sideways, smiling shyly, still panting a little. “I really… like you. I’m having fun with you.”

“Not the only thing you’re having,” you chuckled, to deflect and give yourself a moment to process Chan’s sudden and sweet sincerity, which made your stomach flutter and feel unbearably warm. You turned your head to meet his gaze.

“I’m having fun, too,” you said after a thoughtful pause. “I… I wish we’d met sooner.”

Chan stretched an arm across his chest. “You mean before the months we spent avoiding each other in this apartment?”

“You were avoiding me?” you asked with feigned outrage, though it was one you couldn’t bring yourself to fully commit to, as you couldn’t imagine him behaving in any way you wouldn’t effortlessly forgive. Chan’s blush was instant.

“I didn’t know I’d like you this much,” he said. “And I didn’t want to get in the way.”

“I’m kinda glad you did,” you quipped, tugging him in for a kiss. When you pulled away, he reached out a hand and brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes scanning your face, your nose, your lips, the dart of your own eyes on his. You had a momentarily intense, but fleeting, desire to say something insane like I love you.

“To answer your question,” you said instead, your voice only a little shaky, “Yes, I wish we’d met sooner in the apartment. But in a general sense, I wouldn’t have minded knowing you outside of -all this.”

You gestured vaguely around the room – outside of the building, the school you both attended, the city. Chan nodded and, for a moment, looked almost wistful.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Authors note: hey guys, sorry for the delay, there's been a lot of unfinished fics in my brain lol. anyway we have one last chapter before it ends!!

thanks for the support, please leave a like and reblog

taglist: @skzskzskzskzskzskzskzzzz @hwangjoanna @miyaluvvsyou @hijadeplutao @rougegenshin

[skullrift]

the last green post

we had to say goodbye to green today, i just want to make an appreciation post for him.

it’s a bit long, i’m mostly making this post for myself. but any reads are appreciated.

this is the first photo i took of him, the day we picked him up.

he was supposed to be a foster, but i knew before i even left the building i was keeping him.

he was born without eyes, so he couldn’t see the body language of other rats and never learned how to socialize with them. he was defensive whenever he was touched by another rat.

it took a lot of love and care, and i have many scars on my hands from the bites i took in the process. but he became the sweetest boy ive ever had.

i remember i decided on his name in a grocery store parking lot. i named him green after my favorite band, green day.

he wasn’t able to be housed with any other rats because of his disability, but that was okay. we set up a cage in my room, and he had full range over a table and my bed if he so chose.

i left his door open all of the time since he was so well behaved … but eventually i had to start closing him out at night because he came out and bit my eyebrow in my sleep at like 1 in the morning, lol.

he was very entitled, he always wanted my attention. i’d be sitting at my computer desk, playing video games or doing crafts, and he’d come up on top of his cage and start tugging on my shirt so i’d pet him. or if he smelled i had food, he’d come straight out to take his share of it. he really loved burger king fries when i had them.

he really liked coming out and stealing forks when i left them on my table for some reason. he’s done it 5 separate times. i have 4 on video but then one day i just found a fork in his cage. why forks? haven’t a clue!

he had a lot of strange quirks. he had a tendency to wake up suddenly and bite things. we kind of assumed he just had especially vivid dreams, lol. and he didn’t mean to hurt anyone … the first time it happened and he bit my back, after i had cleaned the wound and came back to my room he was sitting on top of his cage looking very sad. he didn’t mean to hurt me … he felt so bad

he also enjoyed eating the coating off of pocky and leaving the stick part. green tea flavor was his favorite

after i started my job in web dev, i had him out with me every single day. he’d sit on my lap as i worked, he was very well behaved. he was just happy to be with me.

he was friendly with everyone don’t get me wrong, but he was attached to me. there were times ive gone on trips and the day i came home he’d come running out of his cage to come see me with quite literally a smile on his face. even if i was just out for the day, he’d be so excited i was home.

he was my best friend, and i will never have another rat like him. and im okay with that. he was special, and im so grateful i could give him a home where he could recover, flourish and be himself after the neglect he had gone through.

goodnight, green. i love you.

- 🥀

[yandereheathen]

The Boss's Plaything [18+ Ateez Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader]

Paring: Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader

Yandere songhwa x Reader if you squint at the end. Warnings: Yandere dark themes!! NSFW Non-con, Mentions of hurting other people, jealousy, voyeurism. Choking, knee grinding, no protection (BAD) Disclaimer: This in no way reflects any of the real Ateez members. This is my own fan content :> I also do not endorse these kind of relationships. Enjoy with your own mental heath in mind <3 Word count: 2.5k "You know what they say about Office romance."

Working for Kim Hongjoong was an experience. Long days, short deadlines, and odd requests were quite normal. However, the pay was terrific, along with the benefits. Also, you had the fortunate situation of studying and being best friends with him before his creation and rise of the Cromer Corp. You, him, and Songhwa were good friends. You and he naturally followed Hongjoong after schooling to help him with his dreams. He was ruthless but hard-working, and you knew this company was his whole life, and you wanted nothing more than to see him grow and achieve that.

So, you started your day seemingly like any other. 5:30am Two americanos, one black with extra ice for him, the further your own with cream and sugar. You liked things sweet. 

Little did you know, so did he.

You called up the elevator to his high-end apartment, going through your phone and seeing the schedule for today. Meetings, some project updates, and, of course, The Halazia Party. You and Hwa had been running ragged along with the other branch heads. Well, mostly, you had to keep Woo and San more to task than the others. 

You have gotten along very well with the other branch members. All brilliant in their rights, you always felt a little out of place. You know the lower associate whispered that you didn't quit having the background or shine they did and that you had only gotten this position due to your friendship. First, do your best to ignore those and work as hard as possible. You never wanted to bother Hongjoong with that stuff. 

You opened the door with your hip, put the coffee down at his desk, and opened the blinds, looking around his office. It was just like him. It was clean but had a carefully cultured style. Everything in the room had meaning. Small, expensive gifts were the case from investors, and his awards and degrees were also put in specific positions on the counters around the room. Only one thing was slightly out of place. You pick it up from the right side of his desk. A picture Hwa had taken of both of you in school. You were laughing at something happening on screen, and Hongjoong had a rare small smile on his face, looking up at you. Not that he didn't smile. He had the charming smile he saved for clients or investors and his "demon face" when he put someone in their place. This was a smile you didn't see often, but you caught glimpses. 

Only when looking at you.

"Y/N. I see your habit of coming in unannounced still going strong."

You smile to yourself, turning. Hongjoong was already dressed impeccably. His hair spilled black and bleached and slightly slicked back. A sly played on his lips, looking you up and down. To check if you are dressed appropriately, of course. He was so particular about fashion.

Boy, did that skirt he had bought you hug your curves.

"Yeah, well, I want to ensure you had sun and coffee for when you got in. It is a big day."

You beam at him, but he sits, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at his computer but still giving you glances.

"We do. Have you and Songhwa finalized the food, venue, and security?"

You nod and start listing off confirmations and any other information that he would need to know. Emails he needs to answer or reminders.

You worked so hard for him. Even since school, what you lacked in pure born talent you made up with hard work, determination, and empathy. He loved to see how hard you tried for him. To impress your best friend turned boss. It more than stroked his delusional ego. You were his best project, along with Cromer Corp, of course. A sweet, nervous girl, pure and so tentative. It was easy to fall for you and keep you in his clutches. Hongjoong has liked to collect things ever since he was young, whether it be things, money, or people. 

His carefully created branch members and brand. You and Songhwa are the jewels. Park Seonghwa, someone who he found was the only person to match him, a perfect right-hand man for all aspects of his business. Even the more unsavory parts that you didn't know about. Then there was you, Y/N. The sugar in this recipe. His one guilty pleasure. Something to be carefully shaped and modeled into his perfect little plaything.

Tonight, he was going to take that next step.

"I don't want to wear this. It will look silly. It looks like a collar."

You frown at Songhwa as he helps you zip up your dress. He bites his lip, eyeing the leather in your hand. He knew, of course, that Songhwa knew everything about his boss. 

Things he had helped Hongjoong with. The threats of the people who wanted to talk to you in school, then the carried-out threats on the people that threatened his friend's careful little relationship. There was one part of him. The empathetic human part that made him squirm thinking about it was the blood and screams. However, he knew he was no different. He liked the neat little world Hongjoong and Y/N had with the other members. He also would do anything to keep that peace. Even if it meant dooming you to your part in his plan.

"It is fashionable Y/N. You know he will throw a fit."

He takes it, slipping it over your neck, fixing the latch so it is tight but uncomfortable. He glances at the ceiling, a slight shine of a camera only seen by the tall man. He gives it a quick look:

"Are you watching? This is what you wanted, isn't it, Sir."

You smile, greeting the guests, trying to hide your slight annoyance. For the event, Hongjoong liked to dress you and all of the members. Typically, he had you in a simple but still conservative outfit. This was not the case. A tight red dress is lined with lace dancing around your hips and chest. The leather band with a latch in the back and a tiny hourglass charm in the front only made you feel more self-conscious. 

You took a sip of your wine in your glass, waved over by Jongho and Mingi, sitting at a far table. Both dress smartly, of course, but with their own personalities shined in. Jongho had a more straightforward, classic fitting for the head of HR, while Mingi had more colors and tight pants showing his old legs, perfect for the marketing head. You flop in the chair next to them, fanning yourself. 

"Thanks for calling me over. I need a break just for a moment before I do my rounds on the other side."

"Joong, has you rubbing around in a dress like that? he must be crazy. Minji winks at you.

You roll your eyes.

"Yea, yea, I know I look ridiculous in this. I don't know what Hongjoong is thinking."

you pick at the dress, painfully aware of any "flaws" it shows.

"I don't think that is what he meant, Y/N."

The younger man sips his drink, looking into your eyes with a ... knowing look? What was that about? 

You playfully hit him, standing up and stretching. You feel a hand sneaking around your waist, pulling you to his side; you let out a small yelp.

"There she is. I have been looking all over for you. I need help with something."

You look at the handsome face of Hongjoong. He is dressed to the nines like always in a front tye suit, the inner shirt matching your own dress, a pocket square of the same lace in his front pocket. His mouth pulled into an odd smirk, his eyes lingering below your chin. You don't haul away used to his closeness by now. Hongjoong always said he liked to be more hands-on with things.

He really did enjoy handling his "things."

"I was just taking a short break. Did the Reps from Stay Offices come yet. I know Chan and Bin said they would-"

Hongjoong ran his finger on your chin and traveled lightly with his nimble gloved fingers to the collar, tugging it ever so slightly.

"This looks good on you, Y/N. It really suits you."

Your ears got warm as you met his eye, not pulling away in embarrassment. 

"Is this some joke calling me your pet, huh? I get enough slack from the associates."

You laugh light-heartedly, but he doesn't match you playing with the small charm eyes cold.

"I told you to tell me if anyone was giving you trouble, Y/N I would handle them."

Mingei and Jogho cough, getting up and waving at you. 

"That is our cue to head out and schmooze. You both have fun~"

Mingi winks again, and Jongho looks at you slightly. Was that worry? You just brushed it off, turning back to your boss.

"It is fine. Harmless teasing, I promise I am a big girl. You don't need to take care of me so much. I am supposed to do that for you!"

You smile, holding his face and rubbing his cheek lightly. His whole body seemed to soften at your touch, but he pulled away quickly, looking around, making sure none of his business partners had seen this moment. You weren't ready yet, after all.

"Y/N. Can you come with me quickly? I need to speak to you about something."

You tilt your head, letting go and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Are you sure? People are still-"

"This can not wait."

You already have made him wait too long.

You walk into his office, slightly nervous. You run through your head everything that needs to be done. The food tasted and perfect, you triple-checked every guest. What could-

"You look beautiful, Y/N."

He steps forward, cornering you to his desk, putting his hand on it, boxing you in, and smiling at you.

This was a new smile, almost.

Predatory. his black eye held something more than the softness or anger. 

"Well, the dress you picked out was perfect, as always. Was this all you needed to"

He cuts you off again, pulling you by the leather collar onto his pouty lips, his other hand pulling you against him. He lets a soft moan into your mouth, a release almost as you feel his hand grope your backside and something poke your leg.

Your brain goes a mile a minute. Shock, confusion, anger, and something else mixed inside you. You try to pull away, but he grabs you harder, forcing his tongue into your mouth and mixing his saliva with yours. You continue to struggle, but it seems to only strengthen his grip. After another minute of young wreaking in your mouth, he pulls his mouth away just so slightly to gently kiss the top of your ear.

"That's a good plaything. Y/N, you were waiting for this, weren't you."

You quickly shake your head, face and ears hot.

"Hongjoong, a-are you drunk or something that's going on?"

He only laughs, his knee sliding up between your legs, rubbing the soft fabric of your clothes sex.

"Halazia can mean Hearts awakened Y/N. I chose tonight to awaken your heart and mind to your rightful place. Next to me. Forever."

He nuzzles into your neck, kissing it lightly, knee rubbing faster; you let out a whimper, hands on his chest, and you try to push away from him.

"Hongjoong, please, I don't; you are my boss. We are best friends. Let's go back to the party. You must have been drinking too much."

Hongjoong rows into your shoulder, pushing you onto his desk, the objects painfully cutting into your back. He stands between your legs, rutting into between your legs, his eyes lidded and breathing heavily.

"I don't think so, Y/N. I have let you simmer long enough. It is time for my meal. You. Are. Mine."

He rips up your dress roughly, pulling down the thin fabric of your panties. You scream, but it is cut short by another kiss. Even rougher this time mixed with whispers of.

"That's a good girl."

and 

"Look nice and wet for your Sir already, are you."

Your brain screams for him to stop, but your body heats up, enjoying the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit gently as her ravages your mouth. He pulls away, leaving you rambling and light-headed, before undoing his pants and rubbing the top of his cock on your slit.

"How long I have waited for this day, Y/N. You have no idea. You were teasing. The frustrated night, the people I had to hurt to keep you my perfect plaything. All min now."

Before you can question him, he trusts you. Thanks to his fingers, your body was prepared, not your mind. This was Hongjoong, who you loved like a best friend whom you followed, loved, and supported your whole adult life. You had no idea he had these feelings and weren't sure you liked them. 

You fought his thrusts in vain. He was too strong, and the adrenaline of finally fucking the love of his life only boosted that his lips found your chest young, hungrily licking around your sensitive bud. You wiggle under him, trying your best not to call out in pleasure that was coming in waves from your core. He stood up, egged on by your little noises.

"That's it. You are taking me so well, Y/N. Look at how perfectly your little pussy fits around me. Take it, take me inside of you, let me fill you with all my cum. Let me fill your womb that is begging for my seed. My precious little plaything."

He closes his hand around your throat, resiting your air as he mercilessly pounds into you, the object cutting your skin. With repeated motions, he lets out a hiss as he pours inside you.

"F-fuck, that's it, take it. Take it like the good object you are."

You bite into your lip, drawing out blood. The metallic taste mixes with his taste in your mouth. as your body betrays you. His love filling your already sore and abused pussy is too much. Everything was already too much. His confession, anger, and mark on my heart, body, and soul. You could only mutter out jibberish as you lay on his desk, the picture of both of you beside your arm.

He grinds into you, taking out his phone to take another picture. He could also frame this one but keep it on his desk, and then he would have to send it to Songhwa to give him a better angle after all. He waves at the small red light his other assistant thought he didn't know about hiding on the shelf. 

"You will enjoy your new position with me, Y/N. I will make sure of it."

Author note: *Cries* this was a heck in a half I am not great with real people, but the great Kpop Yandere writers have been such an inspiration for me I wanted to try <3 Thank you for your support :> reminder my asks and requests are open!

[omgstarks]

The Doctor Will See You Now (Stephen Strange x Reader)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Nervous for your first ob-gyn visit, you meet the handsome Doctor Stephen Strange. As he guides you through the examination, a mix of anxiety and attraction brews.

Warnings: SMUT over 18+ ONLY, semi-public sex, creampie, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving)

AN: Just had my first cervical exam so...

“Hi, I’ve got an appointment at 4:00.” You leaned against the counter while the receptionist behind it typed away at her computer.

“Your name?”

“Y/N, L/N”

“Great, I’ve checked you in. If you can have a seat, one of the doctors will come out and call you.” She gave you a reassuring smile. You took a seat in the waiting room. It was a cold, bright room that was illuminated with harsh LED white lights. In the background, played some local radio station. You were feeling anxious. It would be your first time seeing an ob-gyn, and the thought of being bare from the waist down to a complete stranger was intimidating, even more so if the doctor wasn’t a woman.

You looked around the room to see some other patients of all ages waiting. Mostly women, but a handful of men. It was nice to know some men actually cared about their sexual health.

You waited patiently as patients came and went, scrolling through Instagram to past the time or just sitting alone in your thoughts, periodically skipping through songs on Spotify. Suddenly, the big doors leading to the examination rooms swung open, and a man walked through, clipboard in hand. All eyes followed, hopeful to be the next one called.

The doctor, tall, with a slender figure and dark hair graced by white at his temples, wore navy blue scrubs beneath a white lab coat. He wore a face mask which he took off revealing a sharp jawline and high cheek bones.

“Y/N? Y/N L/N.” He spoke in a low baritone voice, scanning the room. You lifted your hand and quickly grabbed your things, standing up to meet him. His eyes met yours, and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Stephen Strange, and I’ll be conducting the examination and tests with you.”

“Hi,” you replied, a touch more nervous at the realization that your doctor was a man- even worse, an attractive one at that. He looked slightly older than you, probably in his late 30’s early 40’s But his clean-shaven face and styled hair, made him look younger.

“You can follow me this way.” He held the door open for you to walk through and led you down a hallway. You followed him, watching the white coat billowing behind.

“The room is just down here.” He motioned to the examination room at the end of the hall.

“Just take a seat in the blue chair by the computer, please.” You nodded and took a seat, scanning the room you were in. The room was small and sterile, with white walls and tile floors. A single circular window offered a view of the city below. 

On the wall by the door were a couple of large posters. One with the different forms of contraception and the other an infographic of the female reproductive system. Your eyes scanned the poster, and you felt a slight shiver run down your spine. You knew that this doctor would be examining your reproductive system in just a few minutes, and you couldn't help but feel nervous. He was an attractive man- a part of you just hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself by doing anything inappropriate during your examination.

Doctor Strange sat at the computer, reading up on your record on the clipboard, and he cleared his throat and met your eyes.

“So, how are you feeling today?"

"Good. Just a little nervous." You admitted.

"That's understandable." Doctor Strange said. "But I promise that I'll make this as comfortable as possible for you." You nodded.

“I just have to ask you some questions before we start. Is that okay?”

“Yes.” You replied. He looked back to his computer and pulled up a long form.

“Can you recall when your last menstrual period was?”

“Umm, about two weeks ago.”

“Normal bleeding?”

“It’s been pretty irregular since I had the implant inserted a couple of months ago. I’ve heard it might just be the hormones?” You fiddle with your thumbs.

“Most likely. The progesterone in Nexplanon often induces variations in the menstrual cycle. But we’ll assess and rule out any potential underlying concerns." A reassuring smile accompanied the explanation.

“Great.”

“Are you currently taking any medication or supplements?” 

“No medication, but I am taking some vitamin D supplements.” This earned a small chuckle from him as he typed. “That’s a good idea during this gloomy time.”

“Just trying anything to combat the seasonal depression.” you joked.

“Maybe I’ll give that a shot.” He smirked.

Doctor Strange continued asking you questions, delving into your medical history and current health. He diligently typed your answers into the computer.

Your eyes flickered down to his fingers with each keystroke. His hands were big and the pads of his fingertips were almost the size of the keys themselves. Your eyes roamed up to the prominent veins etched on his hands, and you wondered how they would might feel pressed against your skin-

“And, when was the last time you had sex?” This took you out of your trance. You choked on your breath, a bit startled by the question. You knew it was routine—a standard procedure at a sexual health clinic. Yet, discussing your sexual history with a stranger felt strangely awkward. It was the kind of conversation you'd normally have with your best friend, someone who knew every detail of your life.

“Oh, um, probably 4 months ago.” The thought of your ex boyfriend brought a bad taste to your mouth.

“Was it oral or vaginal?”

“Both.” You said shyly.

“Both.” He murmured under his breath.

“And was the oral sex female or male receiving?”

“Male.” Unfortunately for me.

“Was this with a partner or casual?” 

“A partner- well, a former partner.”

"I'm sorry to hear that," he expressed sympathy. You shrugged, shaking your head.

"No don’t be. It's actually a blessing, more time for other important things."

"Let me guess... Playing the piano and reading?" you quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes..? How did you—"

He pointed to your purse at your on the floor. "You've got a piano keychain on your purse, plus I’d recognize 1984 anywhere. Just putting two and two together."

"You're quite observant."

"It’s what makes me a good doctor," he responded, the trace of a smile lingering on his lips before he cleared his throat and shifted his attention back to the computer.

“So that’s all the questions. I’m just going to take your height, weight and blood pressure before we proceed with the exam. If you can stand on the scale for me.” He motioned over the scale in the corner of the room. After taking your weight, he showed you where to stand to take your height.

“If I can have you here..” He gently placed his hands on either side of your arms and subtly shifted you to the correct position. Standing close, he measured your height, his baritone voice murmuring softly as he read the numbers above your head. His demeanour, a blend of professionalism and subtle warmth, left an intriguing impression on you. Stepping back, he instructed you to take a seat for the blood pressure test.

You nodded and rolled your sleeve up, exposing one of your tattoos. He rolled his chair towards you, taking your arm and wrapping the blood pressure sleeve around your bicep, his eyes flickering down to your tattoo of a treble and bass clef in the shape of a heart.

"That's a lovely tattoo," he complimented with a smile. "Any special meaning?"

“I just love music.” you chuckled. “So much so I’m doing a masters in NYU in Music Theory.” 

“Impressive.” He commented. “I take it you’re quite skilled at playing instruments.”

“Piano mostly. I could probably make it with the violin and the French horn as I grew up playing those as well.” 

“Quite a range. I have a baby grand at home, though my duties as a doctor don't afford much playing time."

"You must play well. No one just has a baby grand in their home. Maybe you’re just as skilled as I am." you teased, earning a smirk.

"Observant, aren't you?"

"You’re rubbing off on me already," you quipped, realizing right after your unintended flirtation. Fortunately, the blood pressure machine's timely interruption spared you the potential embarrassment of Doctor Strange witnessing your flushed face.

"So- Before we proceed with the examination, let me outline the tests we'll be conducting today. We'll check for STIs like gonorrhoea or chlamydia, BV and thrush, HPV, and perform a pap smear and pelvic exam," he explained.

“Okay.” you replied.

Standing, he moved to the other side of the room, drawing back a yellow curtain to reveal an examination table. A crisp white paper sheet ran down its length, with stirrups at the end for leg support.

“So you’ll need to take everything off from the waist down, lie back on the table, and position yourself at the edge," he instructed, tearing off a piece of the sheet. "Here's a covering for you while you're on the table." You nodded, and as you approached the exam table, he closed the curtain to give you some privacy during the undressing process.

"I'll be back shortly with all the necessary supplies," he assured.

"Okay," You responded, and the door closed behind him as he exited the room.

You positioned yourself by the bed, swiftly removing your pants and underwear. Folding them neatly, you placed them on the chair next to the head of the exam table, subtly concealing your underwear beneath your pants.

As you lay back on the table, draping the paper sheet over the exposed lower half of your body, the realization hit you—this was really happening. Your gaze fixated on the light fixture above, and the door creaked open.

You could hear him on the other side of the curtain, likely organizing the tools needed for the examination.

"Just locking the door to ensure privacy during the exam," he informed.

"Okay." The prospect of being alone with him in a locked room, your lower half exposed, triggered a whirlwind of thoughts. It was probably all routine for him. You’re just another patient.

"All set up. Ready for me to pull back the curtain?" he asked.

“Yes, I’m ready.” He pulled back the curtain, looking down at you as you lay before him. Your eyes met his, and this made your thighs twitch a little. He sat down at the other end, between your legs and pulled the table holding all the supplies towards him. 

"Could you shift a bit more towards the edge?"

"Um, yeah, sure." You attempted to move, struggling a bit due to the stirrups.

“I know, I’m sorry, it can be quite difficult,” he reassured, aiding you by holding the stirrups in place, and his hand subtly grazed your inner calf. Eventually, you managed to shift forward enough for him to proceed.

“Now, I’m just going to lift the table up.” He informed you. The table started to move up until you were almost at eye level with him. You laid back, hearing him putting on latex gloves on his hands.

“Before we begin the exam. I’ll be examining the outside of your vagina to make sure that everything looks okay.” You nodded, and you started to feel your face heat up as he pulled back the paper covering you, exposing your vagina to him. You let out a soft exhale as you felt his warm, gloved fingers open and move your vulva to the side. Before you could think much of it, it was over.

“Everything looks good, now for the swab tests. Again, the first test will be the STI screening test, and I’ll be inserting a swab inside your vagina. Shouldn’t hurt, but please let me know if you feel any discomfort.” 

“Sure.” You nodded. You felt a thin object slide into your vagina with ease. He twisted the swab before removing it and placing it in a test tube.

“Next will be the internal exam, I’ll use the speculum to gently widen your vagina so then I can collect a small sample.” You nodded.

“Have you had an internal exam before?”

“No.”

“Would you like to see what it looks like before I start?” You nodded, and he held up the plastic instrument. It looked quite small initially before he started to open it, showing you how it works.

“This might cause some discomfort, so please don’t hesitate to tell me to stop.”

“Okay..” You breathed, laying back down on the table. Before you knew it, you felt the cold, lubed-up plastic tool sliding into your vagina. You took a sharp breath, and your thighs started to quiver. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Just breathe.” he spoke in a in a soothing manner. You felt a hand on your inner thigh- like that was going to help you relax any more. Your thighs trembled under his touch, all a mix of nervousness, and discomfort and just a hint of arousal as you felt his thumb lightly caressing your inner thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, lightly gripping the hem of your shirt, trying to focus on your breathing and not so much the discomfort the speculum was causing. 

“You’re doing well.” He spoke as he inserted the small brush to collect the sample from your cervix, then inserted cotton swabs for the other tests. 

“Just one more..”

The last swab test was done, and Doctor Strange closed the speculum and slid it out of you.

“How are you feeling?” You opened your eyes and nodded.

“I’m okay.”

“Would you like to take a break before I proceed with the pelvic exam?”

“I think I’m okay.”

“This shouldn’t cause much discomfort as the speculum, but I’ll be gentle.” He quickly changed out his gloves for a new pair and squirted some lube on his fingers. He placed a hand on your lower stomach before slowly inserting two fingers into you. Oh god- 

“Tell me if this is okay…”

It was more than fucking okay. Not having sex in 3 months was going to be the death of you.

“I-it’s okay.” you stuttered. His hand started to press into your stomach as his fingers moved in a circular motion, palpating the organs within. You felt a slight pressure, but it was not painful, more like a gentle exploration.

The examination continued, Doctor Strange’s movements were precise yet gentle. As if you were an instrument, he was expertly playing. His fingers were thick and felt amazing inside you. No one- not even your stupid past boyfriends had been able to make you feel like this during sex.

The feeling was getting almost overwhelming for you, and it caused you to roll your head back into the exam table and let out a soft moan. Oh fuck.

The silence was broken, with Doctor Strange clearing his throat and withdrawing his fingers from you.

“I-I am so sorry. I- I didn’t mean to do that. God-” You quickly covered yourself with the sheet in shame. You watch as Doctor Strange removed his gloves with a loud pop from the latex before tossing them into the trash. For a moment, he was silent, as if he was trying to assess the awkward situation you had put on him.

He stood up, quickly glancing over to the locked door, before turning his head back over to you, his eyes scanning your bare legs.

“Are you sure?” You raised an eyebrow at him, confused about what he had meant.

“You said you didn’t mean to do that- but why do I get the feeling you were..enjoying it?”

Your face burned, unable to answer his sudden questioning. You tried to deny it, although deep inside, you know his words to be true.

“The way you looked at me this whole time. The way your body has responded to my every touch. Not to mention how soaking wet you were when I put my fingers inside you. Surely you could feel your arousal dripping onto my table?”

He was now towering over you; his cold blue eyes were darkened with lust. 

“I’m sorry about the table.” You gave him an innocent look, which caused him to smirk.

“No, you’re not.”

He shed his coat, tossing it casually beside your neatly folded pants and underwear. Your eyes couldn't help but trace the contours of his arms sculpted with toned muscles, veins subtly weaving along their sides. A lump formed in your throat as you swallowed, caught in a moment of silent admiration for this god-like man standing before you.

He walked back around to the edge of the table. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him from between your legs. He looked at you before pulling the curtain close and moving the exam table down a bit. 

“I just need a taste.” He groaned, then buried his head between your legs. 

“Oh fuck-” You breathed out, feeling his mouth envelop you. You let out a shaky breath as he found your clit a moved his tongue across it, softly playing with it with the tip of his tongue. He placed each hand on either side of your thigh to hold you open and keep your hips from moving while his mouth worked on you.

“Talk to me, sweetie.” He said before pushing his tongue inside you. 

“Oh my god..” You groaned, your eyes rolling back. You physically couldn’t speak, not properly, that is.

“Tell me how good this feels.”

“It-it feels so good, Doctor-” You managed to say. He pulled his face away from you for a moment, and you looked down at him, the bottom half of his face wet with your slick- which made him even more sexy.

With his fingers, he traced your slit slowly, watching you twitch every time his finger brushed against your clit. 

“Look at you.” He licked his lips as if he was a starved man. “Look how your body responds to me. No one has ever made you like this, have they? Not even your idiot ex-boyfriend who doesn’t know how to eat cunt.” You vigorously shook your head, wanting him to stop talking and continue where he had left off. You were close, and somehow you knew that he knew that.

“Please. I need more.” You moaned.

He carefully pushed his finger into you, his eyes never leaving yours. He added another finger, watching you carefully, and he curled his fingers up to caress your g-spot. He moved his fingers back and forth in this motion, finding arousal not only from your body but your reactions.

“I can see you’re close, sweetie. Don’t hesitate. Give me a taste of your sweet nectar.”

He leaned back in and found your clit easily- sucking hard then flicking his tongue against the small sensitive bud that immediately sent you over the edge. 

You let out a choked groan, hips buckling against his face as you came and flooded his mouth with your cum.

He removed his mouth from you, and you looked down at him, seeing your arousal drip from his chin. His mouth twitched up in a small smile as he stood. He grabbed the end of his shirt to remove it in one fell swoop. 

“No- wait.” you stopped him. His eyes quickly flicked with concern.

“Um...Can you leave it on..?” He gave you a look of confusion before understanding what you were asking of him.

“Are you saying you want me to fuck you with my scrubs on?”

You nodded shyly, wanting to fulfil the fantasy of fucking a Doctor.

He hid his wide smile and shook his head in disbelief. “Ohh, you dirty girl.” He pushed the waistband of his pants down to his mid-thigh, and you watched his cock, sprang up from out of his boxers. My God was he was thick. When you thought the speculum opened you up too wide, you wondered how his cock would feel stuffed inside you.

“Is this okay?” The lust from his eyes disappeared for a moment when he asked. You reassured him with a nod. 

“All I want is you right now, Doctor.” his eyes darkened once again, and he lined the thick head of his cock at your entrance, using some of your cum as lube. He put one hand on your knee and the other on the base of his cock to steady himself as he pushed inside you. You squeezed your breast as he moved slowly, inch by inch. 

“Shit-” He breathed once he was sheathed inside of you. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breathing shallowed.

“Are you okay?” He asked once again. 

“I-I’m fine. You’re just too big.” The corner of his mouth twitched, almost like he was proud of his size. Who wouldn’t be?

He rubbed your lower stomach soothingly, saying, “Just breathe, relax your core for me.” You nodded, trying to relax until the pain started to transition into pleasure.

“Okay, you can start moving now.” He nodded. He pulled his hips back a little, watching his cock inch out of you before pushing himself back into your heat. He continued this slow, shallow pace until he could move in with ease.

“Fuck-” You allowed yourself a soft moan, letting your head roll back from his thrusts.

“God, you’re so tight I might actually cum.” He stilled, moving his hands across your legs and touching your skin. 

“I don’t mind.” You winked teasingly.

“And cut all of this short? I’ll fuck you all day if I could.” Your face warmed up at the idea. He rocked his hips back and forth, holding you by your legs to pull you into him. You gripped the sides of the examination table, letting out a guttural groan with his every thrust. You didn’t know it was possible to feel this much pleasure.

“I’m so close, Doctor.”

“Stephen. Call me Stephen.” 

“Cum with me, Stephen, please.” You begged, watching him fuck you in an animalistic nature.

“Oh, Y/N-” After a couple of thrusts, you felt his cock throb inside your walls at the same time, the pressure in your stomach began to roll over. Gripping your thighs tight, he thrust into you one more time as deep as he could, letting his cock pump his cum into you.

His head fell back as his orgasm coursed through him, wave after wave, until Stephen filled you up to the brim. You felt the slick of your combined arousal leak out of you, dripping down between your ass.

He ground his hips to keep his cum from spilling out completely. He looked up from where you two met, and you reciprocated his exhausted smile. Your eyes were glassy with tears from the intense orgasm that had left your body and thighs shaking. His chest heaved deeply with each intake of breath.

Whilst still inside you, Stephen carefully moved your legs from off the stirrups, placing them down on the tabletop carefully. He got on top of you carefully to hold you for just a moment.

He lifted his head to look at you, sweaty and dishevelled. He leaned down to give you a kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips, but it didn’t matter.

“We should do this again.” You broke the silence as he pulled his softening cock out of you. You groaned softly, suddenly feeling empty.

“Oh sweetie, give me at least 10 minutes before we start again.” He laid by your side with a deep groan.

“No, I mean in general, old man.” You teased. “I want to do this again sometime.” 

“Come over for dinner tonight, and I can show you more.” his lips curled into a teasing smile.

“Like your baby grand?” He let out a deep laugh. “Only if you promise to play something for me.”

“Fuck me good, and we’ll see.”

“Oh baby, there’s no doubt about that.” He smirked, pulling you into another deep kiss again. A thought popped into your head, and you pushed him back gently.

“By the way, was everything good..you know, down there?” He responded with a light-hearted chuckle to your unexpected inquiry and gave you a kiss on your temple. 

“Yes, you're perfectly healthy.”

[paradoxgavel]

Pieces of Home - Sun and Moon x Autistic Reader

(a quick little drabble i wrote up today. mostly just stemmed from me thinking about the dca seeming just kinda constantly overstimulated and knowing how that feels, heh)

---

It’s the end of another busy, busy day at the Pizzaplex. Sun just had the last kid in the daycare picked up by their parents, leaving just him and you left in the large, colorful space. There’s quite a mess to clean up, which you start on with a soft sigh, relieved to finally get some quiet, the ever-playing music aside.

Sun, however, doesn’t start on it just yet. He’s still standing in place where he was after waving that last straggler goodbye and closing the doors. He just stands there… rocking back and forth on his heels for a few moments, eventually putting his head in his hands without a word as he rocks. The whirring of his fans inside him picks up to a lightly audible level.

You don’t know if an animatronic can be autistic, on account of having a computer for a brain, but he sure does seem to share a lot of its unique brand of struggles with you. And looking at him right now… Well, you know burnout when you see it. Today really seemed to be rough on him. A bit too busy, a bit too messy, a bit too much. You don’t approach him or talk to him right now, just give him space and work on cleaning. He’ll come around when he’s ready to.

This isn’t the most uncommon sight to you by now; you know it’s his version of stopping and taking a breath, just having a quiet moment to regulate himself after a particularly frazzling day. And he has had some fiercely frazzling days lately - noisy kids and messes and fussy parents and having to be in a million places at once and…

Well, it all gets a lot for him sometimes, it seems. It would get a lot for anyone, especially one as easily rattled as Sun. He’s a lot like you in that respect, really. You’re both a lot more sensitive than you’d like to be, and, like you, it really isn’t pretty when he hits his limit and gets fed up with his situation and surroundings. You have, sadly, seen him melt down a few times, poor fella.

As you look at him there, though, watching him rock himself and cover his eyes for a while, something occurs to you. You wonder if maybe… he might like a gift. Something that helps you after a day that was simply too much.

…

The next day, before the daycare opens, you poke your head in the door and gently call for him. “Hey, Sun? You here?”

Almost immediately, Sun emerges from his balcony, hooking himself onto his wire and gliding down to meet you. “Oh, friend, friend, friend! Good morning! Always a treat when you’re the first buddy I get to see in the morning, hehe.”

You smile at that, giving a soft, amused huff of gratitude at his words. “Yeah. You too. And, um, actually…” You lug a box you’d carried into work with you onto the soft, padded floor of the daycare, setting it at Sun’s feet. He tilts his head curiously, his rays swiveling this way and that as he does. “I have something for you. Thought of it yesterday.”

“Oh-ho? A gift?! Well, aren’t you just the sweetest little star I ever did meet! Not every day someone gets a present for lil ol’ me, hoohoo!” He enthuses brightly, patting your head carefully, earning a soft chuckle from you. “Can I open it right now? Can I?”

A warm smile rests on your lips at his excitement. “Yeah. It’s mine, actually. The one I always use at home when I need help settling down and grounding myself after a frazzling day has me feeling outta sorts. Or, it was. Now, I’d like you to have it.”

You grin and give him a nod of approval. His rays twirl in excitement, his bells giving a little jingle as his hands flap for a moment, shaking out his excess energy before he leans down and opens the box up. Inside is a big blanket. Sun tilts his head at the sight and goes to lift it out of the box, surprised when it has a little heft to it.

“Oh?” Suddenly it seems to click with him what this is, and he beams. “Oh oh oh! This is one of those weighted blankets you’ve mentioned liking before! I’ve never actually had one of these!” He examines it curiously, feeling its weight in his robotic palm.

Sun pauses, his head lifting from inspecting the blanket to look at you. “... Yours? Like, this is your blanket? From your home? Where you live? That blanket?”

A chuckle softly leaves you and you nod again, this time offering a gentle shrug. “Yeah, I… I’ve noticed you’ve been having a tough time lately. Well, not just lately. And I know Fazbear Entertainment doesn’t offer you a lot in the way of comfort up in your room, so… I wanted to give you one of my favorite comfort items. It’s always helped me. So I hope it helps you just as much. I can always just get a new one for myself. This one’s got an important job to do now: looking after my guys.” You nod certainly.

Sun stares at you silently for a few moments, his blank white eyes flicking between you and your (now his??? that’s wild for him to think about) blanket, his hands fidgeting with the fabric softly for a few beats.

You brought this comfort item that’s been there for you through your roughest days out of your home, just to give it to him. It’s… It’s like having a piece of your home, of you, right here with him, he thinks. A fuzzy, staticky feeling buzzes in his chest. A nice one.

“... Oh, friend, can I hug you?” Sun asks uncharacteristically softly after a few beats of him silently processing all that.

There’s a little touch of shaky, softhearted awe in his voice when he asks that that just reminds you, for the umpteenth time, just how glad you are that this wonderful animatronic is a part of your life. You nod and open your arms, only for him to quickly scoop you up into his as soon as you do, swaying gently back and forth with you snuggled against his mechanical chest. You laugh happily at the affection, carefully hugging him back.

“... You’re my very best friend, Sun.” You murmur after just basking in the nice moment quietly for a few moments. “You and Moon. My guys.”

“And you’re mine. And Moon’s, of course.” Sun chuckles, his voice soft and quietly, sincerely happy. "You're a wonderful little shining star, and I hope, hope, hope you know how much we appreciate you."

After a while of that, Sun finally seems to resume his louder, upbeat, bombastic demeanor, setting you down and your feet and literally cartwheeling around the room a few times, happily rambling to himself about “the best present in the whole world” and ���his favorite little human ever” and so on and so forth. You take a seat at your desk, perfectly content to sit back and listen to him go and go and go. That was usually how you two worked, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

…

The next evening, you’ve been assigned another night shift, currently busy tidying up around the Pizzaplex here and there now that all the guests have departed, doing whatever assignments management deigned to dump on you that night. You pause at one point in the middle of a dimly lit hall, humming quietly to yourself as you check your tablet to see your next work order.

That’s when something soft and fuzzy drops from the ceiling, immediately draping itself over you and blocking your line of sight. You give a startled sputter, reaching up and pulling the thing off of you, utterly bewildered and spooked, eyes wide. Said look of bewilderment fades into one of reluctantly fond exasperation as you hear an all-too-familiar giggle echoing above you in the rafters, not sounding unlike the creak of door hinges. You roll your eyes. “Funny, Moon. I thought we talked about dropping things on my head.”

“Hrmm, yesss. But.” Moon then descends into view from the rafters on his wire, like a spider on a thread of web. His face is unable to express emotions, like always, and yet you just know he’s grinning at you mischievously, as pleased as punch at having messed with you. “Had a reason this time.” He points at the object you just pulled off yourself, making you realize you never actually checked it out.

It’s… a blanket. Not a weighted one (having that dropped on your head from the ceiling would be… not good), but a light, soft, fluffy blanket - blue with white stars and crescent moons, made of very warm, soft material that feels so nice to the touch. You blink and tilt your head, a little mirrored gesture you’d picked up from the two of them. “A blanket…?”

Moon nods. “Yes. One of ours. From our room. Not the daycare.” He elaborates, swiveling his body into a different position until it looks like he’s sitting criss-cross, upside down, dangling from his wire. “Even now.”

“Even.” You repeat, processing his words for a moment as you rub the fluffy material between your fingers for a moment. A warm smile then lights up your face as you look up at him. “Ohh, like a trade, huh?”

“Yes. Swapsies.” Moon affirms quietly. “Piece of your home in ours. Piece of our home to bring to yours. Even.” He says with a little shrug.

“Ha… I really like that.” You chuckle, bundling up the blanket, and hugging it close to your chest. It feels light, somehow. Not literally, but rather… it makes you feel warm and light inside. Like sitting in a warm ray of sunshine. “I’ll take good care of it.”

“Good, good. Good friend.” He swivels his head happily at that, giving a pleased chuckle, before zipping back up into the rafters, disappearing into the darkness, save for his red, beady eyes, staring down at you from above. 

You watch him, eyebrow raised, giving an amused huff. “Dang, not even gonna say goodbye? Just gonna skitter back up there? Gonna give me a present and then bounce?”

Another creaky giggle tumbles out of the darkness. “No. Staying with you. Just up here. Need the dark tonight. Comfortable.”

“Ah. Gotcha.” You give an understanding nod. Then, after a beat of consideration, you gently tie the blanket around your shoulders, into a makeshift cape, grinning proudly at the results. “Let’s go, then bud. They’re keepin’ me busy tonight, and I’m gonna need you on moral support.”

Moon gives one last giggle from up above you, reverbing softly in the shadows, while he skitters along in the rafters above you as you head out, wrapped up in the warmth of your two best friends.

[saltyyuuri]

Fade x GN! Reader

🐈‍⬛slow night🐈‍⬛

words : 2300 ish

Song; Good kid, from the start

Warnings; none

Note: I actually just got this idea spontaneously; short cozy, and I kind of thought that Fade would fit. In this fic, Reader works as a roadside (tow truck) dispatcher (which is my job 🫡), Work from home.

Do know that the scenario written actually happened.

🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

You were sitting pretty comfortably in your office chair, sitting cross-legged as you were scrolling on your phone casually. You had your work laptop open and plugged onto two different screens, a few programs open at the same time and a pair of headphones hanging around your neck that was plugged into the laptop.

You would glance up ever so occasionally to the screens, just keeping an eye on a few of the programs, keeping watch for anything coming in. But honestly the day had been pretty slow, so enough to be more than acceptable to take over time. You only had a few calls today, and nothing too complicated to deal with. You have been up since 7:00 in the morning, and your shift was supposed to end at 7:00 p.m.

Sure, a 12-hour shift seemed radical, but honestly you had spent most of the day either on your phone, on your personal computer set up on a different desk right beside you, cleaning a little bit and cooking. One of your co-workers needed to sign off earlier due to a medical emergency- so you chose to cover your base until midnight, anyways you would only start at 12:00 the next day.

You had music playing on the speaker nearby, your pet cat on your lap, curled up in a ball and purring from her cozy spot. You were currently reading an ebook, you found a new series to read up on and you got hooked pretty quickly. And with a slow day like this, you had more than enough time to read to your heart's content.

That was until you heard your apartment door open, lifting your head and turning a bit to look at who came in. You already knew who it was but you still looked out of curiosity. You saw the back of familiar black and white hair, black leather outfit and thin silhouette, currently bent over and taking off her boots.

You decided to tease her a bit, "Damn- you just gave me the best view today-" you said teasingly- chuckling Softly As you watched her stand up straight again, turning around to look at you with a smirk. "You know, if you would open your curtains for once, you'd have a nice view on the city." Fade retorted, walking quietly towards you. She rested her hands on your shoulders as you turned back towards your computer, glancing at the programs once again.

You took a short moment to reply to a message that was sent by one of the units, double checking what he was asking for before sending the reply, your attention turning back to Fade afterwards. "Yeah, but then I'd have to literally see my units work. No thanks. They're idiotic enough to hear -" you giggled out Softly, you mostly meant that in a teasing way... Mostly.

"Are you working late tonight?" Fade asked you, one of her hands reaching down to go pet your cat, scratching behind its ears. It lifted its head slightly with a very low meow, enjoying the extra attention it was getting. "Well, I'm covering for one of my colleagues until midnight. But it looks like it's pretty dead." You hummed out softly.

Your playlist shifted a bit to some indie rock music, setting a nice little mood. You currently had a candle burning on a coffee table nearby, adding a nice little aroma in the air. You also had a half drank can of Red bull nearby, and a graveyard of a few cans you had today a bit further off on the desk. Fade I saw the amount of energy drinks you had, letting out a small sigh and shaking her head.

"You really need to cut it on the energy drinks- are you even going to sleep tonight?" She scolded you slightly as she started picking up some of the empty cans to toss out in the recycling bin. You had a small apartment, more than enough for your own needs and your cat to live comfortably. You had your two desks set up in the living room since you lived alone- or at least, for the most part, alone.

Fade was starting to develop a habit of staying over a lot more, whenever she was off duty or had vacation time, she would spend her time here. What started off on a day or two a week slowly turned into half the week if not an entire week at a time. You weren't complaining though, the company was definitely appreciated, especially hers.

"I'm fine, that's all I had since 7:00 in the morning. It's not that bad-" You pleaded your case with a sheepish smile. Fade rolled her eyes at you, getting herself a chair so she could sit nearby. "Of course you would say that." She sighed, shaking her head slightly. She pulled up her backpack, which she usually carried various little items in whenever she visited- usually stuff like snacks, drinks, an extra cat toy she picked up for your kitty, books she thought you'd like or even a candle-

And this time she pulled out Henna- a little something she did as a pastime. She enjoyed doing little Henna designs on herself, doing some on her fingers and often doing very intricate designs on her own arms and even legs. Except this time she patted your arm- taking it hostage.

"you know I might need that-like I still need to type every now and then-" you told her with a small chuckle, but not resisting. "So? I can type for you if that's the problem." She said, taking out her phone to look at some inspiration ideas. She had a general idea of what she wanted to do on your arm, but still enjoyed looking up pictures every now and then to get something fresh.

"So you would willingly do my job for me?" You teased her again. "Oh I'm not going to talk to your idiotic units, but I can type whatever you need." She laughed softly, finding a good inspiration picture and setting the phone up, using the corner of one of your screens to prop it up.

And so for the next hour or so, she focused on creating a beautiful design on your hand and arm, you kept an eye on your work computer and checking up at the programs every now and then. There wasn't anything Grand going on, the worst you had to do was either reassign some calls two different units or do minor modifications for some other calls. You were able to type with just one hand for those things, only needing to type a few letters or numbers.

The atmosphere was pretty relaxed, Fade was enjoying getting to use her artistic creativity on your arm while you are stuck having to sit in front of your work computer to monitor everything. It was only around 10:00 p.m. that Fade finished her design, she had taken her time as she paused a few times to get snacks, feed you some snacks and also pet the cat.

"ooo it looks pretty!" You said, looking over at your arm to see the final design, a smile on your face. "Glad you like it." Fade said, cleaning up any mess she could have made on the side from putting down the tube every now and then. When she got up she put a quick kiss on your temple, putting away some stuff afterwards for a few minutes.

While she was gone for those few minutes, you glanced back at your monitors once again. And this time you saw a little red indicator on one of the calls, making you sigh. You started looking into it trying to figure out what was going wrong with it, looking over the call and looking at any messages that the unit could have sent.

You tried to smooth it out and found a small solution to the problem, hoping that all would be fine. Fade came back, taking a seat beside you once more, this time holding a plate with some vegetables and dip. You happily took a few to snack on as you kept an eye on your screen. "Something happen?" Fade asked seeing that you were a little more concentrated on your work computer.

"hm... I feel like I'm about to get a problem case." You hummed, looking at the specific call you had highlighted on the call list. There was only six calls active currently, which was a very good considering that you had a very broad territory to cover. And just as you thought, maybe 5 minutes later, you had a call coming in from your laptop.

You slid on your headphones, answering the call quickly. "Dispatch, this is (Y-N), what's going on?" You asked in a mostly monotone voice, you already knew what call it was for, but you still waited for confirmation. "Uh yeah, this is truck f24, slight problem." The gruff voice of the tow truck guy came through. "I figured you weren't really calling me to ask how my day is going. What's the problem?"

At this point the units that you typically would deal with were all pretty familiar with your sarcasm, same for any of your coworkers. There was a pause on the line before the trucker finally spoke up again. He explained the general problem that was going on- and the more he spoke the worst it seemed to get.

"wait wait, pause. Just to make sure I followed everything here, and make sure I did not misunderstand you-"

You sat up on your office chair, grabbing a notebook and a pen because you needed to note this down. Fade looked a little curious, now wondering what was going on on your side. The tow truck guy repeated once again what he had just said, and you noted down everything before reading it back, once again very unsure if you understood the damn situation.

"So you're telling me, this minivan you're supposed to tow... The guy is not only weird as hell, but also has two body bags in the back?" You repeated a little bit in disbelief. "And your first instinct is to call me and not the goddamn cops?!" You said, your voice raising a bit in concern.

The tow trucker finally hung up the call pretty quickly after that, to which you pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a sigh, taking your phone to open up the teams app, passing a quick message to whoever else was online about the situation. Fade looked like she was about to burst out laughing.

"That sounds... Interesting." Fade said, a chuckle escaping her. "I really don't know if I should be laughing or call the cops myself- I swear..." You said, sitting up in your seat as you kept a good eye on your monitors, specifically the message screen for any updates. You got a little antsy after a few minutes, of course no updates was a little worrisome, but you also knew that the message screen was quite slow to send notifications.

After about 15 minutes, you got another call from the same trucker, letting out a sigh of relief and quickly answering "Update?" You asked before anything else. There was a bit of a laugh on the other end of the line and that left you a bit confused.

"uh... The guy works for the morgue. He was transporting the bodies to the morgue. He just picked them up from the general hospital." The tow truck guy said a bit sheepishly, laughing Softly. "The cops are going to finish the transport before stuff gets messy, so everything's fine here now."

You looked and disbelief at the screen of your laptop before facepalming, starting to laugh. "That's... God dammit. Okay, at least it's like the only good reason to have a body bag in your car-" you said through your laughter, shaking your head in disbelief. The call got disconnected a bit after- and you relaxed once more in your seat.

Fade was still laughing in the background, she had heard everything and thought it was absolutely hilarious. You can help but start laughing again, that type of situation was definitely a first- and how that it was over and nothing bad, it was kind of funny. "Jeez... The shit you can hear about here..." You said through giggles, shaking your head once more.

The rest of your shift went by smoothly without any more incidents, and by midnight you were logged off. As soon as you're locked off you were already cuddled up with Fade head resting in the crook of her neck, her hand tangled in your hair, scratching your scalp. Your black cat had jumped up and joined in on the cuddles, curling up on the other side of Fade, purring loudly once more.

"I'm the community pillow now." Fade Chuckled out, placing a small kiss on your temple once more as she kept gently scratching your scalp. "Yes. Me and the kitty's pillow." You mumbled out into her neck, to which she chuckled.

"Ah yes, my favorite job title to have. The best one." She said, placing another small kiss of your temple. There was another small giggle coming from your end before you spoke up. "I only work from 12pm to 6pm tomorrow. Wanna go out for dinner after?" You asked in a tired mumble, you were getting sleepy from the cuddles and scalp scratches. "Of course, I'd love that."

There it was a short moment of silence, Fade shifted just slightly to be comfortable enough to sleep. You are already pretty much passed out on top of her, the cat was lightly snoring on her side. "Goodnight, love." Fade said softly before she also started dozing off for the night, a small smile on her lips.

[theoats99]

Bayview's new girl 2; Crush

Summary; It's been close to a month since meeting Simon and Janae, after becoming fast friends with the duo you soon find yourself harboring a crush for Simon. And when Janae tells you Simon has a crush as well your interest is piqued.

Word Count- 2,862

Warnings- None! Simon and Janae being themselves, and fluff with Simon.

Note- I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep writing these fics for Simon, but after the last one I went on straight overdrive man. So I have been literally writing so many for this man. I have like six drafts ;-;. Please enjoy this sequel!

It’s the end of October when it truly hits me, I have a deeply concerning, and quite frankly embarrassing crush on my new best friends, Simon Kelleher. The few weeks since I’d met Simon and Janae have been some of my best, getting to know little by little about the two of them.

Especially with Janae, it took her no time to include me into all of their shenanigans. She told me all about ‘About That’, she’d told me her and Simon started it to get back at all those who looked down on them. And while I can’t find myself helping them with the site I support them both. Recently Janae has been gushing about a girl she likes, her name is Maeve, and Janae is absolutely smitten.

And in return in the month I’d known Simon I’d found myself smitten. I could see why people disliked him at times, sometimes the things he posted on About That were too personal, and not very tasteful. But despite that when Simon and I were alone he was different. We find ourselves talking about the games he’s playing, he offers to show me some of them but without a console at home playing is impossible. We talk about my old school and the issues I had there, mostly with bullying, which is obviously something Simon resonates with.

Janae despite all her ranting about hating romance, and hating stupid declarations has been a nervous wreck all week. Today we’re at Simon’s house, the usual place we choose, in most part due to the size. It was no secret the Kelleher’s lived well, and their house showed that perfectly, his mother was a perfectionist. Everything in the house was neat and in order all the time, it was something I complimented the first time I’d come over.

His mother had thanked me profusely, telling me that ‘they tried so hard to keep it all neat.’. But really they had maids to clean, as Simon had told me later in his room. Currently me and Janae are discussing how she should go about this crush, when Simon just scoffs from where he sits on his computer.

“You could just go up to her and tell her, it’ll be easier than coming up with some mission impossible plan.” He doesn’t even glance back at us when saying it, Janae jokingly flips him off. We’re both on his bed, sprawled out, on a lazy Saturday night.

“That’s not how it works ya know, you're being callous again Simon.” I shoot back at him, saying he was being callous may have been stretching, it’s more like cynical. 

“Yeah? Well how else is she supposed to know unless she’s told?” I laugh at him, he sounds like every guy ever.

“Oh, so if you had a crush on someone you’d just walk right up to them and declare it?” He turns his chair towards us and narrows his eyes at me, and Janae is loving it as she’s losing it with laughter. 

“And what, you would Y/N?” Now I’m narrowing my eyes at him.

“I never said that Simon, but for your information, no I wouldn’t. Honestly I wouldn’t even know where to start.” It’s the truth, out of all the crushes I’ve had, not a single one even noticed me. 

“Well with all your words of support Y/N I’m going to go talk to her at lunch on Monday. So try not to miss me too much at the table you two.” Janae pats my back soothingly, and I just laugh at her antics while Simon shakes his head and goes back to his monitor.

“Wanna know a secret?” Janae is so close to my face our cheeks are touching as she whispers it into my ear. Dying to know what she has hidden away I nod. “Simon has a big fat crush on someone, but he refuses to do anything about it.” As she leans back away from me I see the biggest, smuggest look on her face.

I want to ask her about a thousand more questions, but she jumps off the bed and declares it’s time for her to go home. She ruffles Simon's hair on her way past him and he groans overdramatically.  I just laugh at them, then get to a sitting position on the bed.

“So, Simon.” I pause and he turns over to me in his chair, he raises his eyebrows at me to continue. “Do you have a crush?” His face was expressionless for a few moments, then he turned around again.

“No.” He says quickly, I get up and walk over to him.

“Awfully suspicious sir.” I tease at him, he’s refusing to even turn his head towards me. “Ya know if crime TV has taught me anything, when people get shifty like this, they're usually lying.” 

He stops typing and looks at me finally, I’m leaning on the wall next to his desk. “And? So what if I did have a crush on someone? Why would it matter?” He’s getting defensive, the tone of his voice is sharper now, it makes me flinch.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have prodded that much.” I whisper to him, and he sighs and backs his chair away from the desk.

“No, I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have snapped at you.” His apology surprises me more than him snapping.

“I guess it’s just that we are friends Simon, if you had a crush on someone you could tell me, I’d try to help you the best I can with it.” He nods and just keeps staring at me, Simon is always one to analyze every situation. It’s something he’s doing right now, as he rakes his eyes over my entire form. And while yes I would help him with his crush, my own heart is beating away with the possibility that another one of my crushes will never be.

“I know Y/N. And I would tell you, but I don’t have anyone.” And with that the conversation is over. “Get a look at this though, someone put in a tip that the mascot has been taking pictures of the play book and selling it to the other teams.” His smile is downright devious, and I scoot towards him to look at the post and the tip. Sure enough someone has submitted pictures of the mascot doing the deed, and after reading Simon's post I turn my head to tell him it looks good.

But as I go to turn my head I realize just how close we are, so close I can see his adam's apple bob clear as day. I clear my throat and back away, before I do something stupid. 

“It looks really good Simon, I mean it. Very well written.” He smiles at me, and I still haven’t recovered from being that close to him, and the smile he gives me is gorgeous.

“Thanks.” He has a little dust of pink on his cheeks and he turns to post it. A glance at the clock makes me sigh, something he of course notices. “Do you have to go home?” I look back to him, and Simon looks hopeful that I’ll say ‘hell with the rules! I’m staying’. My brother was already concerned about me spending alone time with a boy, no matter how often I told him we were just friends.

“I do have to go, you know my brother will freak if I’m late.” This time he sighs.

“You could tell him you're staying at Janae’s, I’m sure she would corroborate the alibi if you asked.” I laugh at him, he wants me to stay and it warms my whole body up. And as tempting as it is, lying will get me nowhere, all lies eventually come to light.

“No, I have to go, but I’m truly touched you want me to stay.” I playfully put my hands over my chest while laughing. I’m on the other side of his room now, collecting my things and stuffing them in my bag.

“Oh yeah, you're so funny.” He stands up and starts walking towards me, he's about a foot away when he stops. “Okay funny girl, now I have a question. Do you have a crush on anyone?” The question is simple, a big fat yes. But I can’t tell him that, if I tell him I like someone he’d wanna know who, and again I can’t tell him that. So instead I decided to play with him.

“The answer depends.” I state.

“Depends on what?” He asks.

“It depends on what you plan to do with that information.” He steps a little closer, and my breathing hitches.

“I plan on doing nothing with it, if you were to tell me. I promise it will be our secret.” I laugh at him, Simon and secrets don’t go well together.

“Maybe I’ll tell you later, I’ll let the suspense kill you for a while. But I really do need to get home.” He looks disappointed.

“Do you need a ride home, or is your brother picking you up?” This was one of the things about Simon that doesn’t help my crush. Despite being mean or even callous at times, no matter what he checks to see if I have a way home. Not that this is just for me, he also checks with Janae as well. But it still makes me feel fuzzy inside.

“Could you give me a ride? He’s working patrol tonight.” Simon nods and I get my stuff ready, and in just a couple minutes we’re downstairs where we are met with Simon's parents in the kitchen.

“Good evening Mrs.Kelleher, Mr.Kelleher.” His parents are nice, a complete far cry from my own. 

“Hello dear, heading home?” I nod, and Simon says he needs to go get his keys then we’ll go. “Always so kind of him, to offer to give you rides.” 

“Yeah, he can be really nice sometimes.” Simon’s mother is aware of his life, how people see him. When I’d come over for the third time she’d told me how happy she was that he had another friend. She smirks at my joke, then Simon is back and I wave goodbye to them before leaving.

“Did they say anything weird to you?” I know Simon has a difficult relationship with his parents, but his question still confuses me.

“Weird like what?” I say as I buckle myself in.

“I don’t know, just weird parents stuff.” He shrugs and then we’re off. Rides with Simon were something I’d grown to love, the chatter we’d have, or even just the comfortable silence. Today is mostly silent.

“Hey Y/N?” I turn my head to him, his hands are on the wheel and his eyes are glued to the road. “Do you trust me?” He says it quietly, like it was a challenge to say.

“Of course I do Simon.” I don’t even skip a beat before it comes out. And the answer seems to relax him.

“Why won’t you tell me then? I kinda thought it was because you didn’t trust me to keep it to myself.” He’s still hung up on my possible crush.  

“I don’t want to sound mean, Simon, but why do you want to know so badly?” He finally looks over at me.

“I just wanna know who it is, because then I could tell you if it's worth your time. I know a lot about the people in our school, and if you like someone who is horrible then you should know.”

“What if I don’t like anyone?” He shakes his head, he knows something I don’t, it’s written all over his face. 

“Janae told me you did.” We’re at a stoplight, and he takes the chance to turn to me again. “Whoever it is, I just want to protect you.” He sounds serious, more than I'd heard him sound ever since meeting him.

“I’m sorry Simon, it’s just really personal.” I almost want to tell him, get it off my chest, but the moment is over when someone honks behind him and he moves again. My heart is beating about a mile per minute, the look on his face, his voice, it was all putting me into overdrive.

When we arrive at my building he parks, and this time turns off the car, and turns to me. Simon is persistent.

“Janae told me too, ya know. That you have a crush on someone, and yet you sat there and denied it, and I let it go.” I don’t want to sound angry, but I’m getting annoyed with this. Simon is being a hypocrite. “How about this Simon, if you tell me who you like, I’ll tell you who I like.” 

The idea plays on Simon's brain, I can see him considering every option he has before he speaks. “Yeah, let's do it. But I insist, ladies first.” His teasing tone isn’t helping.

“I…” I pause, it’s harder than I thought it would be, especially with him sitting there grinning at me waiting. “I like someone who’s in the same grade as us.”

“That’s not the deal Y/N, and you know it.” He sounds stern now, and it’s also not helping my nerves.

So I take a deep breath before trying again. “I have a crush on..” I open my mouth to say it but it won’t come out, so I look ahead of me out the window instead. If I’m going to ruin my friendship then it’s best I don’t see his face.

“I have a crush on you Simon.” I finally spit it out, and I feel so stupid when the declaration is met with silence. I feel like I’m about to cry, so I open the car door to leave. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even said anything.” 

Behind me I hear him leave the car and follow me into the building. “Stop Y/N. Just stop for a second.” He grabs me by the arm and turns me to him, and I finally look at him again. His expression is frantic, and he goes to say more but just ends up gaping at me.

I walk to the apartment and he follows again. “Please, just let me come inside and we can talk more. Please Y/N?” The look of desperation on his face is what sells me, so I just nod and let him in. He goes to the couch and sits down.

“Are we gonna talk yet, or have I made enough of a fool out of myself.” He snaps his head to me.

“I have a crush on you.” He comes clean. “And I told Janae when I realized and she’s been teasing me for the last week, and when she told me earlier today that you liked someone too I got scared.” He’s blabbering on, it just keeps coming out. “And all day I was panicking trying to figure something out, how to get who it is from you.” I walk over to him to stop him, I grab his shoulders and that does the job. He looks up at me, and Simon looks terrified. “Were you telling the truth Y/N?"

Simon struggles with his self worth, it’s something I’ve picked up on in the last few weeks. So he buys me and Janae food, and books for me, and even with him giving me rides home. It hurts me that he can’t see how amazing he is, that he doesn’t have to always prove his worth to others.

“Yes, I like you Simon.” His face shifts in seconds, from scared out of his wits, to joy. The smile that spreads over his face is utterly contagious. This time I take the first step, I bring my hands from his shoulders to his face, I gently run my fingers over his cheeks. And relish in the blush that adorns them.

“I like how kind you are to me and Janae, how you always wanna make sure I get home safe. I like how you always want me to proofread your posts before you put them out, how much you trust me with them.” He looks like he’s about to melt away with the praise I throw his way. I move to sit next to him, he just looks at me. “Do you trust me Simon?”

“With my life.” He states quickly, and I laugh a little at him. Which makes him smile.

So I lean in, and he follows my lead, we meet halfway together. The kiss is better than I had imagined, and we stay connected for a second before I pull away, which does not last long before Simon goes to dive back in. This second kiss is continuous, and we both learn in real time how to move with each other, Simon pulls away this time gasping for air. 

“I want to take you on a real date tomorrow, if you want.” The idea that I’d turn him down now is ridiculous. I kiss him again instead with a smile on my lips, and Simon just laughs into it.

[quibble-auk]

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

Im giving up and splitting this in two parts and then going to bed. I have to watch kids tomorrow. I don’t know what I’m thinking. I do need sleep.

Based off of this

Next

Anyway, this is part one and this is also not proofread so let’s gooooooooo

Dropmix and Cometeater’s confrontation.

Warnings!!! There’s a bit of blood

—

“Jeopardy, you moved the red mech and Cometeater to a separate room?” Dropmix asked casually, going over the list of remaining patients. There weren’t many left. There had been even more casualties than usual—Dropmix looked around the medibay, they would definitely need to do some cleaning and restocking. He swiftly added it to his list of things to do. It was painfully long. The young medical mech in question was in the middle of administering some painkillers,

“Yeah, they should be in one of the private rooms now,” He looked up from his work at Dropmix, “You sure we shouldn’t use the space for someone else?”

Dropmix shook his head and placed down his datapad with a sigh, “No, they need the separate space. The gladiator almost took a hand off one of the nurses and it's better if the green one isn’t crowding us. We’ve still got a lot of patients out here.”

He wasn’t lying, not really. He just wasn’t telling the entire truth. Dropmix didn’t want Jeopardy anywhere near Cometeater. It was too risky. He knew that the creature was mostly docile, at least it had always seemed that way when it was with the twins, but it was still more dangerous than half the mechs in the room.

The red and black mech may have been able to fight it off, but not without endangering the other patients. He was older now too. His armor weighed him down and he was starting to experience the consequences of fighting in the pits for so long. He probably should have listened to Theremin more.

Jeopardy’s fingers twitched slightly and he looked at Dropmix with the familiar expression that told him that the young mech knew he wasn’t telling the truth. The red and white bot never said anything about it, that didn’t change today. After a brief pause he returned to his work.

Dropmix looked down at the list. All of the patients he had were stable, some would need surgery and more extreme repairs though. Unfortunately that made another issue arise, they didn’t have enough space to maintain all of these mechs until the proper supplies came in. delivery was slow, especially to an outpost like this, Dropmix hadn’t had time to restock from the last battle and they were going to suffer for it. He pulled up their inventory on his computer and started looking through and rationing it all.

“This is a new song,” Jeopardy commented, measuring liquids at a bedside tray.

The larger mech hummed, Dropmix had nearly forgotten about the subtle lulling in the background. He had turned down the volume when the wounded first started coming in. While he had been busy treating everyone he had turned on his own inner comms to play the music a little louder for himself. He internally adjusted the volume of the speakers in the Medibay, turning it up a bit more. “Yeah, I bought it off a Decepticon I ran into the other day.”

“When did you have time to go out?” Jeopardy asked, unphased by the content.

Dropmix shrugged as he clicked through more receipts and materials, “It was a while ago, when I had travelled to the medical station?”

He found what he was looking for in the inventory, supplies for healing organics.

“I was running across a border and ran into an injured Decepticon,” Dropmix carefully left out the part where he didn’t actually heal him, rather killing him and downloading the data off of his corpse. But those were the nitty gritty details that no one needed to worry about. Jeopardy didn’t need to know that and he didn’t give Dropmix that look. Good.

“Fun, I like the song. Could you add it to my playlist?” Jeopardy asked, effectively making himself busy with the patients.

“Yeah,” a few moments later and the song had been successfully added to the ‘Jeopardy’s favorites’ playlist Dropmix had made for him. He pushed himself out of his chair, ignoring the dull ache in his knees—a few too many harsh landings—and glanced at the inventory report a final time for the location of the supplies he needed. “I’ll be back.”

Jeopardy nodded and didn’t press any further. He was a good kid. Sometimes Dropmix worried about how unbothered he was with everything. He appreciated the fact that he never seemed to press or pry but sometimes his lack of asking questions was more unsettling. Future things to work on with him, now wasn’t the time.

The large red and black mech walked into a storage closet and started rummaging through supplies, slowly collecting anything he may have needed in a box to the side. He really didn’t know how organic Cometeater was, Dropmix had no idea what he actually was in the first place. But he knew what it looked like to ignore pain, Comet would not be the first mech to try that on him, and he most definitely wouldn't be the last.

Dropmix walked further in the closet, racing for a pack on the top shelf, accidentally pulling down a small box of other prescription drugs with it. He suppressed a sigh as he looked down at the mess. He kicked the scattered supplies to the side, he’d get to that later, he needed to stay focused. The sooner he healed Cometeater and got Sideswipe up and running the sooner they would be out of his medical bay and he wouldn’t have to deal with… unwanted attention.

A few more minutes or sorting through supplies and he finally had everything he needed collected, a little bit of everything. Dropmix stared at the box, he'd rather not bother addressing the two gladiators at all. If they didn’t recognize him then this would be an unnecessary risk. But Cometeater had, the others may have been too preoccupied to pay it any mind but Comet had said his name. He recognized Dropmix.

He needed to make sure Comet understood that he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about what Dropmix was. Hopefully if he offered to heal him then it would be easy to convince him. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. If that didn’t work—Comet could always argue that Dromix’s entire job was to heal after all—Dropmix would mention the fact that he knew what Comet was as well. If the red and black mech had learned anything from his time in the Pits watching the strange create, it would do anything to blend it.

Plan set Dropmix readied himself and walked out of the supply closet and to the small hallway with the private rooms. He looked through the patient names until he found the right room. He balanced the box on his hip and knocked on the door. He waited a few seconds then entered the room, closing the door with his foot behind him.

The main lights were off in the room, leaving the lights that constantly dimly glowed. Dropmix missed his other eye. He used his scanners to help locate where the other occupants were and hopefully where the lightswitch was. Cometeater was practically on top of Sideswipe, which explained why Dropmix was having such a difficult time figuring out what he was looking at. The medic set his box down on a chair.

“Dropmix,” a voice growled out dangerously. Cometeater had fluffed up his plating and had protectly placed himself between Sideswipe and Dropmix. His teeth were bared in an angry snarl as he dared Dropmix to get closer.

The music playing on the internal comm system crescendoed slightly.

The medic paid Comet’s body language and obvious challenge no mind, looking through the box with some difficulty due to the low lighting. “Cometeater.”

“What do you want? The medics are done with Sideswipe. Why are you here?” The creature hissed, not moving from his position on top of the twin. A low growl reverberated from his chest.

The song was in G minor.

Dropmix looked over at the other, “Are you trying to pick a fight?” he asked with a carefully crafted neutral expression. If it had been someone else he may have added a smile. With how defensive Comet was currently a smile would come off more menacing than he wanted.

“Get out,” Cometeater was basically seething. His claws flexed against the berth, slow and deliberate. A warning.

He probably felt cornered and the need to protect Sideswipe from Dropmix was strong. The medic didn’t blame him for it, the creature had seen him when he was a gladiator. They knew what he was capable of. He understood completely, it was the same reason he had gotten Comet away from Jeopardy.

The string instruments stole the melody from the brass.

Cometeater wasn't going to back down and stop trying to provoke Dropmix, that much was clear. Dropmix would just put him in his place, let him know who was in control. He needed to remind Cometeater that they weren’t in the Pits anymore, “This is my Medical bay, I can be whatever I want.”

It was a simple, “You're on my turf, back off.”

“What do you want?” The other demanded.

Dropmix looked over at Cometeater and motioned to the lights above, “Can I turn on the lights? I can’t see slag in here.”

You have some control, I’m not asking you to submit.

“No. What do you want, Dropmix?” Comet growled. He hadn’t moved from his position over Sideswipe, he was still challenging Dropmix.

There was a heavy bass line in the song, deep and prominent.

“I want a lot of things, not all of which I can have,” Dropmix tried humor, Comet bristled. Humor wasn’t the solution then, he needed to recover, “I just want to talk with you. I know you require a… Different kind of medical treatment than normal mechs. I’ve got some–”

Dropmix never got to finish, Comet had launched himself off of the bed and had set a target for the medic’s neck. Touchy subject. Dropmix felt his systems jump at the promise of a battle, programs rearing and starting up within moments.

The rest between songs was poorly planned.

The black and red mech moved to the side, twisting out of the way at the last minute. His supplies were sent askew on the floor as Comet collided with the box. The slagger was going to make a mess of his medical bay like he owned it.

Dropmix felt a growl escape his throat and his hand shot out before he could think much about it. Cometeater had twisted around and bit down hard on the gladiator’s wrist. Dropmix had prepared for that, pinned the smaller creature with his other hand. He pressed down harshly onto their chest, feeling them squirm under his grasp. Dropmix shifted under the heavy weight of his armor, it almost felt suffocating. He ripped his wrist from the creature's mouth with little care for the teeth still lodged in his wrist.

Energon dripped onto the floor.

Dropmix’s grip shifted to the creature's neck, forcing them against the wall. They scratched and kicked at him, his armor was thick enough that the erratic and uncoordinated movements didn’t do anything. He lifted up his free hand, suddenly aware of his lack of claws—he was supposed to have those for these kinds of things. An annoyed growl escaped his throat as he shifted his hand to a fist.

He swung.

The hand had been inches away from meeting Cometeater’s abused chest when the music finally resumed and Dropmix froze.

—

Ooooo a cliffhanger.

[icaruskey]

Once again, this is @pillowspace's AU that I'm kinda going AWOL with. I just want to make something a little more cheerful after leaving Y/N struggling to get home last night.

Clone AU is being a bit prickly, but I think that's mostly cause I want to draw for it rn and I'm still in the throes of color separations whenever I have a spare moment on my tablet. But that'll be done soonish I think? By the end of the week for sure because I need to start making my mylar sheets soon.

Time Loop whump fic will likely be pecked away at throughout the day to deal with school stress. This is just a quick palette cleanser since to me HD Y/N is a bit in the middle personality-wise.

TL is a lot more extraverted and kind, and Clone is the one most likely to cause the DCA to experience the first animatronic heart attack if they ever spoke because every other word would be fuck. HD is one of those people who recognizes the struggle they're in, but they can also find the good moments and appreciate them all the more while giving the bird to everything making life actively harder for them and their little brother.

"You sure you're fine." Gretchen sounds doubtful, but you smile and keep working.

"Positive. Look, nothing really happened in the grand scheme of things, right? I'm not hurt."

"Your hand is bruised, and you had to cancel your cards," Gretchen says, and to prove a point, she grabs your hand.

You flinch, pulling back. "I made it home in one piece and nothing really valuable got stolen," you reply archly, shoving the last of the books towards your friend. "Go put these away. I need to check the computer room to make sure no one needs help."

"This conversation isn't over," Gretchen warns, even as she pushes the cart away. The library is fairly quiet at this point in the day, early in the afternoon, before school is let out and you all get inundated with kids and teens looking to kill a couple hours before their parents get home. It's the perfect time to make sure everything is clean and ready for kids to play.

The computer room is actually pretty quiet, though there is one brightly colored splotch of a person in the corner. You can hear them tapping slowly at the keyboard as you check each computer, wiping things down and logging out of a couple accounts. Eventually, you've made it to the corner with the stranger, struck by just how tall they are.

"Is everything all right?" you ask brightly.

"O-oh!" The stranger is clearly startled, so you take an extra step back, just for safety. "Yes, sorry. I think we, I, signed up for an hour? Has time. passed that fast?"

"No, sorry. There's a timer in the corner, here." You tap at the monitor helpfully. "I didn't mean to confuse you. I just wanted to know if you needed any help."

The stranger doesn't reply, instead fidgeting with what you're guessing is a scarf around their face. "Is your hand okay?" They ask, and you quickly withdraw it, tucking it close to your chest. "I don't mean to pry. It just looks painful."

"Ah, well." You grimace, remembering that Gretchen is going to be on you the moment she's done with her returns. It's easier to hide in the computer room, and besides, what's the likelihood this stranger will talk to her? You decide to sit, still achey from last night and exhausted from a lack of sleep. "I was mugged last night."

"You were what?" The horror in their voice is less grating than it was with your friend, and when you smile, it just feels tired, not forced. "You can't possibly be okay after that!"

"I kind of have to be. It's making some of my duties today a little harder though. I can't exactly balance heavy boxes with this hand, and my coworkers are sweet, but if I don't do my work, I think they're going to send me home." You curl and uncurl your hand slowly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grimacing. "And I need the money, so. Here we are, you know?"

"Here we are," they agree, a bit distractedly. They pecked at the computer a little longer, apparently thinking as they suddenly turn back to you. "I can help you move those boxes. I-if you'd like I mean."

"Oh?" You pause, thinking. "Oh, uh. Sure! If you're sure that is. I --- yeah, it'd be really helpful, but you don't have to. You signed up for the computer and oh fuck, I've just started spilling my guts out to you."

They flinch when you curse, muttering something in the middle of your rambling before holding up one gloved (gloves indoors?) hand. "It's all right. We, I, like to help. Just point us in the right direction."

"Okay," you saw, drawing the word out until it's more a sound than a word. "You can help this time. But I'm going to have to do something in return."

"That's not really---"

"Nuh uh," you interrupt, wagging a finger (from the unbruised hand), in front of their face. "Fair's fair, and if you're helping me, I'm helping you. Consider this a rain check."

"Fine," they say, turning to log out of the computer. When they stand, you feel very, very small. "Lead the way, Mx. Librarian."

"That's Librarian Clerk to you," you say, a little teasingly. You do take point, walking through the library to where you and Gretchen had packed away the Halloween decorations. "And what do I call you?"

"Sun," they say, and they take the first of three boxes without so much as a grunt of exertion. Tall and strong. If you were a lesser person, you would be jealous. Maybe you are anyway.

"Sun," you repeat, and it's an unusual name for this unusual not-quite-a-stranger. You lead them towards the back, fiddling with your keys to find the one for the storage closet. "It's very nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too."

[nosesitter]

God only knows

So helpful series part 2

1.7k words

| dark!joel miller

fun fact immediately when I posted the original part 2 I hated it! Maybe I’m too critical of my work 😔 but I’ve decided to give this a redo cause who doesn’t love a sequel. Quick shoutout to the 43 people who read the original part2. Got inspired to write this by listening to ‘God only knows’ by The Beach Boys.

⚠️:DARK!joel, breaking and entering(he’s back inside her apartment😭),right out the gate m!masturbation, PANTY SNIFFING, panty stealing again, mentions of f!oral but none happens, drug use(weed), Joel watches her from her closet, more m!masturbation(not sorry)

It’s the third time today Joel’s tugged at his cock. His hand working his red aching tip. He can’t possibly have anymore left in him to give your already came on underwear. Joel jerks his hand faster imagining you on your bed, hand between your legs, and his name on your lips. You’ve been home all day and so has Joel. Hearing your music playing from the other side of the wall, Joel doesn’t mind thought it reminds him that you’re still there, sauntering around your apartment in only a big t shirt and a pair of underwear just egging Joel on to jerk off some more. But he can’t anymore, at least not on your same pair of panties he’s had for a week now. Joel’s hands go for his phone opening the ring app to see you washing the dishes, hips swaying and head bopping to the music playing from your tv.

If you’re home, Joel’s home which means in the week since he’s broken in and had you here in his apartment he hasn’t left. He calls his brother, ignoring Tommy’s concerns, but mostly says he has to work from home, and to forward him any work on the computer that needs to be done while Joel sits at home writing his name on checks and jerking his cock. Joel’s hand lets go of his cock because even he knows he has nothing else to give. He heads to his bathroom and washes his hands, looking down at his red puffy tip he sighs and just wishes he could cure his addiction for you. Maybe if he just had a taste, a small crumb of you on his lips. He would wear your spent proudly on his beard hours after eating you out if you’d just let him.

The running water from you washing dishes stops, Joel comes rushing back to his phone that’s charging on his pillow. He sees you standing in the middle of the apartment looking around at all the cleaning you did. The whole place is spic and span. Joel could smell the floral cleaner from you mopping earlier through his air vent. He watches your bare feet walk across the living room and down the hall into your bedroom where you begin to strip down and head into the bathroom. You’re about to take a shower. Joel just can’t take it anymore, he sees the panties that you’ve been wearing all day sitting right on the floor in front of your bed. It’s now or never so Joel very quickly slips on his shorts and shirt and grabs the key to your apartment.

His phone held tight in his hand as he makes sure you’re still in the shower. He slowly slips the key inside the slot and unlocks the deadbolt. His eyes dart back at the phone for a second then back to the key moving to the bottom lock now. The door is unlocked all he has to do is open it. Joel’s only been nervous a couple times in his life. Once when Sarah’s mom told him she was pregnant, the second time when Sarah was born, and right now sneaking into your apartment while you’re still inside. He opens the door and slips in quick. He turns and slowly shuts the door, it clicks into place when it’s fully closed. The shower is still running, your music still playing, your singing echos from your bedroom bath and right into his ears. His feet take him down the hall, slowly working around the hardwood floor hoping it doesn’t creek. As he walks closer to your room his view of it opens more and he can see the panties sitting right there on the floor of your bed that’s directly in line with the bathroom door.

It’s a dangerous game he’s playing but he just can’t help himself. The smell of your vanilla shampoo overtakes his senses and for a small brief moment he thinks of walking right in that bathroom pulling back the curtain and seeing you there completely wet, suds everywhere on your body, absolutely vulnerable to him. The darker part of him subsides, for now as he just bends down and grabs what he came for. He takes the dainty pair of used pink panties and brings them to his nose. The savory scent of you fills his nose. A wet spot right on the crotch he can’t help but let his tongue dance over it. One hand slips down to his cup himself over his shorts, being careless he lets out an audible moan. The shower stops.

Joel quickly dashes to the closet right outside your bedroom. it holds towels and the water heater. Joel barely squeezes in before you come out the bathroom. Drops of water from your hair hitting the ground as your feet pat bare against the floor into the living room to turn off the tv. Joel’s forehead is pressed into the door watching you walk past the cracked open door. It’s getting hotter inside the closet. Joels big hand still holds you panties while the other holds the door barely closed. Coming back out from the bathroom, this time wrapped in a towel, to clean the floor of the water with your shirt you were wearing earlier.

“The fuck happened to my underwear?” She whispers to herself, Joel barely catches it. He sees you beginning to get dressed again this time putting shorts on. Hopefully you’re leaving so Joel can get out of here. You lean down and rummage through your bag on the floor for a few seconds before pulling out a little baggie of weed. She lets out a little giggle before sitting in the middle of her bed and grabbing a tray off her nightstand. She starts to grind up the weed and roll it into a joint. Good she’ll go outside Joel thinks to himself. He can feel the beads of sweat rolling down his back. Her phone starts to make different noises. The sounds of new videos starting as she scrolls through it.

He doesn’t think he can take anymore of this. He’s sweating bullets from you being right there and the water hearing right behind him. When you do finally get up from the bed Joel can hear the glass back door slide open and you stepping out then the door closing back. He practically falls out the closet feeling the air conditioner coat him, the beads of sweat starting to dry on his body. Your cat on your bed just staring at the strange man who just emerged from the closet. He hisses at him and starts to swat his paw at Joel. He gets the message, he needs to leave. Slowly he peaks his head around the corner to see you sat in a chair with your back towards the glass door.

Joel goes for the front door and grabs the knob but not before looking back at you. The clouds of smoke coming from you, the occasional cough coming from your lungs. Oh how he wants to just have you in his lap while the two of y’all smoke. Shotgunning the smoke from his mouth into yours, both of your lips barely touching as he blows it into your mouth. He shakes his head to escape the never ending thoughts of you and him to finally leave.

As Joel finally enters his apartment his back presses against the door as he slowly slides down it. What he did was careless and stupid and he should know better, but he doesn’t. His hand wipes the sweat from his brow and moves down to cup his raging erection. The absolute thrill he got from that was insane. He pulls his shorts over his cock and lets the band rest right under his balls he digs in his pocket past his phone for the pair of panties. He holds them to his nose and begins to stroke his cock. Using the small pearls of precum to work his tip. He sticks his tongue out, it lightly touches the cotton of her panties that hang over his nose.

God, Joel can’t wait for the day until he can get you on his face. He’d tie your hands to his headboard and get a spreader bar between your knees. He’d have you hanging right over his face for hours while his tongue works multiple orgasms from you. Pulling sweet moans then as the hours pass he’d get you begging him to stop. Until he’s licked you clean, until he knows for sure you have nothing else to give him. He grabs the panties from his face and wraps them around his cock feeling the elastic band of her panties getting tighter around him as he strangles his cock with them.

His hand jerks himself faster now he can feel the coil inside him getting red hot. A bubble forming in his throat as he tries to moan your name out. Joel’s eyes squeeze shut, the imagine of you bouncing in his lap is all he has playing behind closed eyes. His balls tense up and ropes of hot white cum come flying out of him and onto the panties. His hands tugs a couple more times before he can’t touch himself anymore. His thighs trembling under him as he just continues to sit on the floor. He moves forward, his back unsticking from the metal front door. He stands up but not before his knees could barely give out on him. Grabbing the kitchen counter he leans himself against it. He’s definitely feeling his age. The pent up adrenaline from hiding in your closet now subsiding.

Your panties fall from his lap, his cock is still out, and onto the floor as Joel bends down to retrieve them he can hear your front door open and close. You’re finally out of the house, maybe Joel can get some work done now that he has a new pair of your panties at his disposal.

———

Like, comment, reblog, validate me 🫶🏻

0810

[musings-from-an-elder-goth]

A Day in the Life of a Goth in the 80's

Saturday, December 30th, 1989. Richmond, Virginia.

Why the penultimate day of the decade? No reason other than I well remember my general daily activities from this time period & most everyone I knew would be home for winter break so I don't have to worry about if I did anything significant with friends that day. Do I really remember everything I did on December 30th, 1989? No. I literally remember nothing from this specific day. But I remember enough of what my days were generally like so that whatever is surmised needn't necessarily be an untruth. But it was with certainty, a rather ordinary & rather dull day. Life was much, much slower paced then than now so someone used to today's world would find 1989 maddeningly plodding.

And I'm constantly asked if I'm nostalgic for those 'good old days.' I miss being young, frequently meeting beautiful goth ladies, & the many great shows I got to go to, but not for life in general as being painfully poor does not make for nostalgia. Anyway...

I would have awoken around noon. I wasn't seeing anyone at that time, so I definitely woke alone & at my dumpy little apartment (long since torn down) near the Virginia Commonwealth University campus. I would have been a bit hung over from a small party the previous night. Most students would be home for the holidays, so the party would have been small; less than 20 people at a nearby house shared by several students (also long since torn down). I was on a kick at that time where I watched Blade Runner all day, every day, so I would have fired that up. Or it could have been Hellraiser, or Aliens, or The Hunger - all equally plausible. I'd seen them all a hundred times by that point, so they were now just pleasant background noise. I didn't have cable at that place, so there wasn't much on regular TV & I probably only had 5 channels via the antenna.

My tiny studio apartment was mostly bare, just a futon, TV stand, bookcase with a few dozen books, desk & chair. I didn't have a computer or a game system at that time, but I did have a Game Boy, which was brand new in 1989. Folks who visited for the first time would inquire if I'd just been robbed, but since I knew I'd have to move every year to avoid rent gouging landlords, I'd gone full minimalist.

VCR tapes lay scattered about the floor. Clothes also lay scattered about the floor. Posters on the walls. A spare black blanket served as the window curtain.

Coffee, aspirin, & oatmeal for breakfast. Brush teeth, shower, & scrounge for reasonably clean clothes - a band t-shirt, long sleeve shirt, jeans, boots, & my well-worn, long coat. I only ever wore black, back then. Listen to the messages on the answering machine. Maybe reply to some.

Although, it was a cold 35 degrees F when I woke, the temperature quickly warmed into the upper 50's, staying there until well past midnight with delightfully overcast skies, all day long. Quite the pleasant day for Richmond in late December. (This part is true - I researched it online.)

With most of the people I knew away for winter break, I'd have to entertain myself for the bulk of the day as I probably didn't have any firm plans until early evening. So off I'd go. Blade Runner would keep playing until the tape ran out, then it would rewind and start again. It would do this until I shut off the VCR & I routinely forgot to shut it off when leaving. My well worn Walkman cassette player in my coat pocket with a few mix tapes in the other pocket (Bauhaus, Sisters of Mercy, Siouxsie & the Banshees, The Damned, Ministry, NIN, Skinny Puppy, etc.), & I'm out the door.

If you were standing on the street, you'd have seen an average height, thin, pale, 19 year old with long dark hair, dressed in black, walk across the sidewalk to a beat up old car. I routinely forgot to lock it. It was never stolen.

Saturday afternoons were for thrifting, so I'd visit a few, always starting with Fan Tastic Thrift in The Fan, which amazingly, is still there & looks exactly the same as I remember it. It was within walking distance, but since I'd be going to other places afterward, I'd drive the few blocks in my old war-wagon.

Life in general, & college especially, was much less expensive back then, but I was still just barely scraping by. The only shopping I could afford was thrift stores. Everything I owned, with the exception of underwear, socks, toothbrush, & my futon, was second hand. I would have spent at least an hour, perhaps two, in this store alone. I'd usually score some clothes, couple books, & perhaps a VCR tape - all for about $5. Thrift store clothes tended to be rather thread bare, & they didn't last long before becoming tatters, so I was constantly having to buy new old things. I'd usually run into someone I knew at Fan Tastic, but probably not this day.

I'd likely also visit The Book Exchange & Stories Comics over in Forest Hills (Stories has since relocated & The Book Exchange is no more). Stories is where I'd buy graphic novels such as Sandman & The Book Exchange was a book trading place where I could trade the thrift store books for more specialized books, mostly horror, that were readily available there. As reading was cheap entertainment, I read voraciously & it is possible that I may have stayed in & read all afternoon, but since it was a nice day out, I doubt it.

And at some point I'd probably catch a matinee at The Byrd Theater, a restored movie palace from the 20's (which also still looks just as I remember it). Although a palace, the Byrd charged peasant prices - you could watch a second run film for only $1 (it's $9 now). After the film, I'd putter about in some of the artsy shops near The Byrd, but I rarely bought anything from them - too pricey.

By now, the afternoon's gone, so I'd head home for an inexpensive dinner, most likely either spaghetti, some soup that I'd found on sale, baked potato, or some kind of rice dish. Or I might get Taco Bell - usually a couple of bean burritos which cost 60 cents each, back then. However, I once calculated that my average at-home meal only cost 50 cents, so even budget Taco Bell was double what I'd normally spend. Plus, I only ate two meals a day in those days. I was quite thin. Had you told me then the amount of money I spend now for a weeks worth of food, I might have fainted (I was so thin at that time, I did sometimes faint if I stood up too fast).

And finally, it was time for the day's main event: some band might be playing live music at a local club. Perhaps it was at The Metro on Laurel Street, or Twisters or Newgate Prison - both located on Grace Street.

I would usually learn of these shows via a poster on a telephone pole, found somewhere around my neighborhood. I usually tore down the poster to keep as a reminder (there would always be several more of the same poster underneath - they knew us well). These posters would go on my fridge at home so I wouldn't forget. I preferred The Metro as they were more likely to host bands I'd like. Over the years I saw bands such as Gwar, Corrosion of Conformity, The Smashing Pumpkins (back when they were just starting out), & Strange Boutique play there, as well as countless other bands lost to the mists of time. The Metro was located at 311 N. Laurel Street, but it closed down so long ago it's not even on the oldest Google street view image from 2007.

(The above pic is representative & not anyone I know although I would have been flirting big time with the gal on the right, for sure.)

I'd always walk to the clubs as parking was dicey & it wasn't very far. Plus if I managed to score some booze, I wouldn't have to worry about driving. Would usually arrive before the doors opened & wait in line, chatting it up with friends & acquaintances - probably flirting with any single ladies I'd just met who were friends of friends. I was always on the lookout for my next ex. I knew a ton of people then, & it was always interesting to hear about everyone's adventures since you'd seen them last. It was strange that I'd only ever see some people at a certain club & never anywhere else, while other folks I'd see everywhere.

(And if you're doing the math, yes, I knew Randy Blythe, the future lead singer of Lamb of God, who also went to VCU. I don't believe I'd met him yet in 1989 but for sure I did by late 1990. His nick-name at the time was 'Shark.' He was literally at every party & was hilarious. Shark was quite the social butterfly, so lots of folks knew him - it is not unusual for someone who went to VCU then to have known him, so I'm nothing special in that regard. I moved away before Lamb of God started & I was never a fan, so I didn't even learn he was a big deal until many years later.)

But it's entirely possible that no bands were playing at any of the nearby clubs. I wouldn't have gone to The Metro if they just had a DJ or were playing house music as goth night was on Thursdays at at that time & I didn't like the random music the DJ played on Saturday. But Thursday goth nights were always fun. Never a huge crowd, but a respectable number would put in an appearance.

There might have been another small party that night just as there had been the previous. A smaller gathering of just a few folks was also possible & someone might call (caller ID wasn't a thing yet, so I let my answering machine screen calls) & invite me over to hang out, or play Sega Genesis (Altered Beast & Ghouls 'n Ghosts slayed), or just play cards or chess.

Or I might spend the evening at home playing Tetris into the wee hours of the morning. Or read a book. Or read a local 'Zine, which were quite popular around that time. Or rent a movie from the budget video store near campus that had a decent horror selection. Or re-watch one of the scores of movies I owned. These mundane possibilities aren't very likely for a Saturday, but who's to say with so many people away for winter break?

Regardless of which of those things happened that day, I eventually went to sleep that night - December 30th, 1989 - alone in my own bed, sometime between midnight and 2 am.

And that is a very average day in the life of a goth in the 80's.

Individual results may vary.

creaturesfromelsewhere 7-18-2024

[dollsonmain]

7am, been awake three hours, falling asleep.

So John was talking about Toy Story 5 and how they intend on talking about toys vs tech in the movie on x and I had a ping (💡) moment where I thought I bet a lot of parents let their kids become screen addicted not just because it's easier but also because an iPad or laptop takes up a lot less space and causes a lot less mess than a bunch of toys while providing just as much entertainment and sometimes education.

This is literally That Guy's feelings toward his only hobby being playing video games. A game console and some little game boxes take up very little space unless they're the super deluxe collector's editions, and provide hours of... I can't say enjoyment because a lot of his gaming time is screaming at us because he's failing his game, but mental occupation/entertainment.

Now that he's getting more into table top games he's constantly complaining about how much space they take up, while all this time also complaining about Son's toys (which he rarely plays with, preferring to be on both the laptop and the iPad at the same time), and my collections and crafting stuff (I'm also mostly on my computer...), both of which do take up a LOT of room and generate a lot of mess that has to be stored and constantly managed.

Imagine you're a family in today's economy working three jobs that's either all crammed into a tiny apartment or sharing a house with other people or even another family. There's not a lot of room, there. Toys take up a lot of room, require a place to store them, a place to play with them, and time to keep them picked up.

iPad is just iPad. It's small, you need only a place to sit, and cleaning it up is a moment.

Which of course I'm not saying this is a good or bad thing, just that it's a thing and might affect how kids play with and even want toys these days.