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[slapmeshigaraki]

⭒˚‧ ⭒ཐིཋྀ "Only nice girls get treats." ཐིཋྀ⭒ ‧˚⭒

♡ warnings: caleb x fem!reader, (18+ mdni), reader is insecure, fingering, dirty talk, pussy eating, begging, crying, dumbification, heavy praise, denial, spit, finger sucking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, mirror

♡ a/n: little treat for the middle of the week. been working on this one for a while so it got a little long,, so sorry. finished this instead of writing my research paper,, butttttt i love writing for caleb so i hope u enjoy xx

You're taking a lot longer than usual to get ready. Nothing seems to be fitting right, every outfit looking worse than the last. Maybe you should just stay home tonight, or maybe, you Caleb needs to remind you just how beautiful his girl is.

“Hey, did you need me to iron something for you? I was gonna’ do my shirt, so—” You listened, turning towards the bathroom door as the honeyed voice came to a halt. There he was, leaning against the wooden door frame, muscled torso on full display, dog tag draped around his neck and glistening in the dim lighting, a white collared dress shirt draped over his shoulder. His pants were held up by a fine leather belt that hung loosely around his hips, the buckle undone. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you, notes of cedarwood and lavender softly calming your otherwise hectic state. The bathroom was a mess, makeup brushes strewn about on the marble countertop, clothes and bras and panties thrown in the corner, heels that didn't match were all over the floor, making for a minefield of a space that you'd been moving around for the last two hours.

“No, I’m good. Thanks.” His brow furrowed at the abnormally dry response, violet eyes studying you as you frantically hurried around the small space, makeup and hair both half done. The dress that he’d seen you in only five minutes earlier was balled up near a pile of purses on the tiled floor now, your skin only covered by a matching black lace set. He was almost drooling at the sight, opting to bite his full bottom lip to keep himself from doing so.

“Everything okay, baby?” His tone was cautious, testing the temperature of the water. You didn’t bother to meet his gaze, too busy wracking your brain to put together a different outfit—or maybe you needed to change your hair? Should you even bother going at all? Maybe you should suddenly pretend to have a stomachache.

“I’m fine, just rushed.” Another short answer.

“There’s no rush, sugar. They can’t start without us after all.” You gave him a soft laugh, brushing off the comment, but he was right. This night was about him after all—a ceremony awarding him for his accomplishments with the fleet this past year. He’d been going over his speech with you tirelessly every day for the last week, picking apart every line one by one until it was perfect. This was Caleb’s night, so why were you the one feeling so much pressure?

“Hey, look at me for a second.” You did, eyes meeting his in the mirror as you ran another coat of red lipstick over your bottom lip, suddenly questioning the color.

“You can tell me if something's wrong ya’ know. We don’t have to go.” You shook your head in dismissal, breaking the eye contact that was quickly making something well up in your chest, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes against your will.

“Of course we have to go, Caleb. I’m going���I want to go, I’m just trying to hurry up.”

“What was wrong with the last dress? Or the four before that?” He wasn’t teasing but genuinely asking you as he searched for your attention in the mirror again, to no avail. A single tear fell from your eye, effortlessly ruining your makeup, a line of foundation erased as you tried not to let anymore escape.

“They just weren’t right. Nothing is fitting right for some reason.” He wasted no time moving over to you, shirt falling to the floor in the process, but he didn’t care. His eyes were locked on you, noticing the way your face slowly crumpled, head hanging as if there was a thousand-pound weight holding you down.

“Don’t cry, baby. Hey, hey, shh…” His arms wrapped around you, toned chest pressing into your back, the warmth of his skin inescapable as he held you as tightly as he could. Your body gently shook against him as you let the tears fall freely now, the thought of ruining Caleb’s night making your heart even heavier.

“You could wear a burlap sack and you’d still be the most beautiful thing in any room, you know that, right? Why are you being so mean to my pretty girl, hm?” His soft palm snaked it’s way across your chest and neck, cupping your wet cheek, sticking your skin to his. He gently guiding your chin up, your reflection staring back at his now.

“Tell me what you didn’t like about the pink dress.” You subconsciously shrunk against him at the question, the visual of your bare skin against him, only covered by the thin pieces of fabric sending shivers down your spine. The little hairs on the back of your neck stood up, ears growing hot—you were so vulnerable like this.

“Be honest with me this time. Please,” he said, voice thick and syrupy like molasses, almost like he was begging as he craned his head down, resting his chin in the crook of your neck and pressing a feather-light kiss to your face.

“My- my shoulders…they looked too wide in it.” His eyes grew big at the confession before they shifted down in the mirror, locking onto your shoulders. He left another kiss on your cheek, then your jaw, next your neck, trailing them across your collar bone before his full lips finally lingered against the back of your shoulder. Your head slowly fell again, before you heard his voice,

“Don’t look away, sugar.”  You watched his slender fingers graze across your skin, faintly dancing over your shoulder blades along with his lips which were still peppering kissing over your frame. Your breath hitched at the sight of his body against yours, his tall and muscular physique towering over you, making you look so fragile in his grasp.

“What was wrong with the red outfit, hm? I think I liked that one the best.” Your eyes rolled at the question which Caleb caught in the mirror. You hated the way you looked in the red dress. The outfit accentuating every curve, the short length hugging your thighs just a little too tightly. You felt so… naked in that dress—every flaw you’d seen in the mirror on full display in that gown.

“My body just doesn’t look good in it.”

“Your body looks amazing in anything. If I didn’t think I’d want to break the bones of any man that looked, I’d suggest you go just like this.” His eyes were not the same when they met yours this time. They were dark, pupils enlarged, darkening his irises. He looked hungry at the sight of you, like a vampire that hadn’t fed in weeks. His lips watered at the thought of devouring you, getting to see sweat glistening on your bare chest, nipples hardened under his rough fingertips, back arched as he pressed himself into you. The thing he loved the most though was your faces, your bottom lip almost bleeding from how hard your teeth grinded against it as you tried to silence your moans, tears welling up at the corners of your eyes that were desperate to escape once he hit just the right spot inside of your soft walls. Your face and body were the things he dreamed about in his sleep, but they were also what would keep him up at night while you were away. They were the things that made him fist his cock, eyes shut tight as he pictured the artwork known as his girl. He was ravenous for you—always, so why couldn’t you see what he did? Why didn’t the lamb understand what made the lion so hungry for it; what made him hunt day and night just for a taste.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his clothed cock hardened against you. He didn’t grind into you like you wanted, his focus instead on getting his fingers on every inch of you. Your gaze fell again, embarrassment heating your cheeks at the sight of his digits languidly sliding underneath the cups of your bra.

“I won’t tell you again. Look up.” You did. You core grew wetter, dampening the fabric of your panties at the contact.

“You know…” His free hand ghosted over your spine, causing you to shiver at his touch as he unclasped your bra, freeing your flesh. A small moan escaped his lips at the reveal, his fingers quickly found your breasts, large hands cupping them, much to his enjoyment.

“I’d kill anyone who talked bad about you. I would never let anyone speak about my girl the way that you do.” A harsh pinch to your nipple forced your chest to push out towards the mirror, your perfect French manicure gripping the edge of the marble countertop. The sight was absolutely sinful.

“So why do you think that you should be the exception, huh? Do you think you’re above the rules?” Caleb rolled your sensitive nipples between his fingers, reveling in the way you writhed beneath his touch.

“No…” You whined, head slowly falling forward at the sensation, you body going limp against his.

“No? Apologize then.” His voice was harsh suddenly, as you felt your muscles give way, gaze being forced back to the mirror against your will as he used his evol against you. He did say he wouldn’t ask again, instead, he would make you look.

“I-I’m sorry,” It was barely audible, strained out between your soft moans as you pushed your ass against the man behind you, unabashedly wanted to feel some sort of friction between your thighs.

“No no no, not to me. Apologize to my baby, hm?  Look at her and say you’re sorry for being mean.” You tried to turn your head away at the humiliating request, but it was no use, you were practically immobilized between his arms. You looked at yourself in the mirror, body laid bare, chest heaving, ass grinding against Caleb like a bitch in heat.

“I’m sorry for being mean.”

“Aww how nice. See I knew you could be sweet. You always listen so well, my obedient pretty girl.” His right hand left your chest feeling cold as his middle and index fingers found themselves pressed against your lips.

“Get 'em wet for me, baby. Go ahead, it’s okay.” So you listen—you let your lips part, sucking his fingers between them, running your tongue in circles around his knuckles as he slides them in and out of your mouth. “Fuck… you look so good.”

“You want my fingers somewhere else? Been grinding this pussy against me like you need something. Do you want me to make you feel good, hm? Will that make my pretty girl stop crying?” He was mocking you, reveling in the way you squirmed against him as he pressed your hips into the counter.

“Caleb… please,” You said, words muffled by his thick fingers pushing down against your tongue, your saliva dripping halfway down his arm at this point.

“But you’re so mean, baby. Only nice girls get treats. Are you gonna be nice from now on? Gonna' treat my pretty girl better?” He watched as your reflection nodded up and down, pretty little eyes closed tightly, nose scrunched up like a bunny. He was in awe at this sight—he almost wanted to give you your reward without making you work for it...almost.

“Answer me, baby. C’mon, be good for me… please,” His words were strained, like he was getting off just as much as you were without him even being touched. It made your knees buckle a little beneath you, forcing your limp fingers to grip around his forearm, desperately searching for some stability.

“Yes yes I’ll be nice. I promise. Just touch me please.” With that, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, your spit glistening around his digits as they traveled slowly down your body, leaving you painted in your own wetness.

“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck as his wet fingers slid beneath the waistband of your panties.

“Fuck this pussy’s so wet already. I can feel your little clit’s already excited, she’s so swollen. Aw, does it hurt, baby?” His muscled thigh forced its way between your legs, spreading them wider as his fingers lightly toyed with your most sensitive spot, soaked fingers rubbing on each side of your clit. Your hole clenched around nothing, juices spilling out against the fabric, desperately wanting to be filled—hungry.

“Look so pretty when you don’t get what you want though. Maybe this is all you should get, huh? After all, mean girls shouldn’t be rewarded, should they?” You squirmed even more at his words, trying to force his fingers to move faster or press against you harder—something. Caleb was having none of it though, his big hand gripping your waist, pinning you still. Whines fell from between your lips at the denial.

“Didn’t you just say you would be good? Were you lying to me again or does this messy hole between your legs make it so you can’t think straight? Don’t tell me my fingers barely touching you makes you this dumb, sugar. That’s cute… but a little pathetic, don’t you think?” He sloppily kissed your skin between words, teeth nipping against the flesh, tongue lapping at your wounds only to bite into you again.

“I guess you can’t think. Is that it? You need me to tell you what to do, hm?” You nodded uncontrollably, that heavy weight moving your muscles against your will once again.

“My pretty girl with the sloppy cunt. Say it.” His thumb found your clit now, hovering over it, just barely touching the aching button… but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until you did what he told you to.

“Caleb please…”

“No more whining. If you’re not saying what I told you to then you shouldn’t be speaking at all. Say you’re my pretty girl.” He freed your waist, certain that you wouldn’t disobey when he had you like this—so pliable. His hand made it’s way to your half-undone hair now, gripping it, as he pushed your face closer to the mirror, your body bent over the sink, reflection painfully close.

You said it… but not the way he wanted you to. Your eyes were on him, words barely audible, attitude palpable through the statement. Without warning the warmth of his fingers on your cunt was quickly gone as he slipped his fingers out of your panties to deliver a swift slap to your clit over the fabric. You screamed out at the painful sensation, which only resulted in another smack against your cunt.

“Do it the right way. Look at my girl while you tell her she’s pretty and mean it.”  You looked at your reflection, chest bare, sweat staining your skin, hair messy from the way Caleb’s fingers gripped it forcing you not to look away. Your eyes were glazed over, lipstick smudged onto your chin—you were a mess, but you said it.

“I- I’m your pretty girl.” Not even a second passed after the words left your lips before Caleb slid the crotch of your panties to the side, fingers pressing all the way against you now. His middle finger, still wet from the impromptu blowjob you’d given it, made it’s way into your tight hole inch by inch.

“See what happens when you’re not a fucking brat? Don’t you know that only good girls get what they want?” You nodded, your head feeling fuzzy as his thick finger forced itself between your walls, its length allowing him to brush against your g-spot with hardly any effort.

“Say it again.” You did, looking yourself in the eyes once more.

“That’s right. You’re my pretty girl who listens so well. My god you are fucking prefect.” You were rewarded with another finger amongst the praise, but he hadn’t touched your clit again. He knew that the second he did, you would fall apart in his arms. He just wasn’t quite done playing with you yet.

“Aw my baby gets so fucking dumb when her holes get filled. How cute… you having trouble with your words again? What is it, sugar? Come on, tell me, you can do it.” His lips were so close to your ear as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. His tone was sweet, slightly higher in pitch, as if he were calling out for a stray dog to come eat a treat out of his palm. The condescending sound made you whine out once again, just like a puppy would.

“Aww am I not giving you what you want? Am I being mean to you?” His fingers quickened as he watched you pant, your palms flattened out against the mirror as he rocked you back and forth against his hand.

“Caleb please touch me.”

“I’m already touching you silly girl? What is it, did you want a kiss?” The thought of getting to feel his lips on yours as his fingers fucked harder into you, his tongue lapping at yours, brought more tears to your eyes.

“Yes. Please ‘wanna kiss so bad.” He pushed your head closer to your reflection, until your lips were only a millimeter from the mirror,

“Go on then. Give her a kiss—such a pretty girl deserves a kiss.” His cock ached in his pants against you as he watched it—the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen so desperate for his fingers that she was kissing herself in the mirror just because he’d said so.

“Goood girl. Good job being so sweet. Tell her you’re sorry again for hurting her feelings.” His thumb finally nudged against your clit again, slowly rubbing small little circles around it. The stimulation made you cry once more as he found just the right rhythm to keep you on the edge as apologies flowed from your lips.

“You must be getting close, beautiful. This little pussy is grippin’ on my fingers so tight. She doesn’t wanna let me go. Do you need to cum, baby?”

“Yes yes wanna cum so bad for you.”

“Aw I know I know. It’s okay. I’ll stop being mean to you since you’ve been so sweet. Tell me where you wanna cum, sugar.” The question only made you squeeze him tighter, your sloppy hole clenching and spasming around his fingers and you pressed your lips to the mirror once more, leaving little red kiss marks all over the reflection of your face. Your hips free now, you pushed into his cock again, grinding against the fabric of his pants, leaving an even bigger wet spot than before.

“No no no, you can’t have my cock. This is about you, just wanna make you feel good, yeah?�� You whined louder at the denial, your voice trembling as you shook from your sobs.

“Don’t cry anymore, baby. I’ll do you one better yeah?” He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, despite the fight your hole tried to put up in keeping him inside. His hand’s grip on your hair was gone, but not before he used it to force you to turn towards him for the first time. He lowered himself to his knees, rough hands gently grabbing your thigh as he placed it over his shoulder.

“You are a fucking goddess,” he whispered as he brought his mouth between your legs, placing tiny kisses on the inside of your thighs. “Shouldn’t I pay my respects?” He wasted no more time getting his tongue on your cunt, pushing your lips apart as he savored your juices in his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his hair now, pushing your hips into his face as he gripped your thigh even tighter making you moan out at the mix of pain and pleasure. You were already so close, the feeling of Caleb suckling on your puffy clit, the rhythm just how he knew you liked it, made you beg to cum once more in no time.

“So fucking gorgeous, grinding on my tongue. Go on, say it one more time for me. Say you’re my pretty girl. Say you’ll never be mean to yourself again and I’ll let you cum for me.” He looked up at you as the words spilled out of your mouth just like he said, the look on your face intoxicating as you screamed out his name.

“Gooood girl you can cum for me. C'mon pretty girl, cum in my mouth, it’s okay. You earned it.” He held you still, tongue continuing to harass your poor little clit as you writhed above him. Your legs gave out, quivering as he continued to lick up the mess you’d made.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. Keep cumming for me, let it all out,” he said, voice sweet once again as he steadied you with his hands and you rode out the rest of your orgasm.

“You did so good. I’m so proud of you.” He pressed one more kiss to your clit, as you finished coming down, your body finally feeling steady in his arms. He stood up, towering over you once again, face wet with your juices as he held your fingers between his. His other hand cupped your face, thumb softly wiping away your tears.

“I love you more than anything and I want you to know that you have nothing to be insecure about. Even if you’re not feeling your best, you can always talk to me and I’ll remind you of just how beautiful you are. Okay?” You nodded, looking up at him with big eyes, your heart hurting in your chest from how full it felt in that moment.

“I love you, Caleb.”

“I can tell because you let me ruin your makeup when we only have…” He glanced over at my phone on the countertop, “thirty minutes before the car gets here.”

“Thirty minutes?” You shouted out, pushing against Caleb’s chest.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll make them wait,” he said, reaching down to pick up the white dress shirt that had been previously discarded onto the floor. 

“And hey, put on that red dress. I’ll need something pretty to look at while everyone else is droning on about how great I am.” You rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh that perfectly harmonized with his as you threw the balled up dress towards him.

“Now you’ll have to iron them both.” He hummed in acceptance, violet irises glimmering at the sight of you.

“Anything for you, gorgeous.”

[enhard]

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MEAN!JUNGWON X FEM!READER

(i accidentally deleted their request but i have a pic of it i hope the person knows who they are🙏)

pairing: bf!y.jw x fem!reader

cw: SMUT , fluff at the end, blowjob, rough sex, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, very jealous won, mean sex, everything is consensual, muscle won🫦

thank u sm for this request anon!! i’ve been thinking about this and it is so sexy and perfect hopefully i wrote what u expected </3

“You’re home!” you exclaim, seeing your boyfriend enter your apartment. You’re innocently sitting on your couch, just wearing his hoodie with nothing but your underwear on underneath. He hits you with a cold “hey” before taking his shoes off. Your smile wipes off your face instantly, not understanding what’s wrong with him.

“Did.. something happen, won?” you say a little worried.

You can see him rolling his eyes at your words while taking his jacket off, revealing his contoured arm muscles. “You’re gonna act like you’re clueless?” he asks.

You ponder on his words, slowly crossing your arms. You furrow your eyebrows a bit, trying your best to make eye contact. He completely avoids eye contact though.

“Clueless… about what.. I don’t understand.” you sigh.

“Well you know, since you wanna act like you don’t know anything, today I found out that you went to the mall with Sunghoon. You forgot that?” he spits out.

You freeze a little. Two days ago you went out to a shop with Sunghoon just so you could waste time. Your boyfriend was busy at the time and Sunghoon offered to take you there… You’re just friends though.

“Jungwon… There’s nothing going on between us. We just went as friends.” you say hesitant.

“Oh yeah? then why didn’t you tell me anything?” he slowly walks towards the couch.

“I didn’t think it was that important…” you say with half a mouth.

He walks in front of you, smacking his hand against the couch arm making you flinch. “Did you enjoy his presence more than mine? Huh? Does he kiss you better than me?” you look at him in disbelief, your heartbeat getting faster.

“What?… Jungwon… I only love you. I’d never cheat on you. Sunghoon and I are just friends.” you really cross your arms now, looking at him a little pissed.

He grabs onto your jaw, keeping your head locked to his eyes. “I’m gonna put you in your place, and you tell me if he could ever fuck you like I will right now.”

You grab onto his arm, trying to make him loosen his grip on your face but to no avail. You lift yourself up to sit on your knees, and he follows your movements with his hand. “Won…” you look up at him with pleading eyes while biting the inside of your cheek.

“Stop looking at me like that or I might just rip these clothes off you.” he says in a low voice.

His words are so hot for no damn reason, he went from being upset at you to this in a split second, how could you even react? You just had to play along, those muscles alone did something to you.

“What’s stopping you from ripping them?” you ask a little pouty.

“That bratty mouth, might need to shut you up first.” he says, rubbing his thumb over your lips. You constantly look up at him, but your hands move to his belt right away. Once he sees what you’re doing, he releases the grasp on your face finally, your cheeks more swollen than before. He stares down at you, licking his lips.

You quickly take off his belt, throwing it across the room. You continue with his tight pants sliding them down to his knees. He gently grabs onto your hair as you palm his dick through his boxers. After you see how serious he looks at you, you act fast; taking his boxers off to see his cock spring up for you. You grab the base of it, leaning it to take the pink tip in your mouth. After his tip makes contact with your tongue, he’s quick to push your head forward, making you take his whole length in one go. You choke slightly, grabbing onto his thighs.

“If your mouth is so big to talk back to me, it can take my dick too, right?”

You nod with tears in your eyes. He slowly pulls out, thrusting back into your mouth with full force making you moan on his dick. Then he goes again. And again. And again.

“That’s what your mouth is good for. You’re taking it so well.” he says, picking up his pace.

You already can’t take it anymore, leaking saliva everywhere. You make a sortiment of different muffled sounds, trying to make him to atleast let you breathe but he loves it too much now. He fucks your mouth a few more times before pulling out. His goal wasn’t to cum, he just wanted to teach you a lesson. He grabs your neck now, watching your saliva run down your chin and on your knees.

“See now you can behave, why do you love being a brat just when i’m mad?” he says, slapping your face with his other hand. The sound of the smack echoes.

“I-I’m sorry… i’ll listen to you now..” you look at him, more desperate for his cock than ever.

He takes his shirt off, and slides off his pants off fully before moving to you. He smiles in his mind seeing that hoodie of his on you, but he’s never been more excited to take it off. Luckily you wore no bra that day, so the sight immediately blinded him. He leans in to kiss your nipples, switching between them every kiss or so.

He immediately moves his hands down your abdomen to the hem of your panties. He makes you spread your legs so he can get between them, ripping your panties apart with one strong movement. You just variate between looking at his hands and his pretty face. He throws the pieces of fabric on the floor, spitting on his fingers to rub your pussy with. You grab onto your knees tightly, getting ready to take him.

He leans in to give you a heated kiss, biting your lip in the process. He positions his dick, getting ready to thrust into you.

He gets his whole length in, in one go, making you gasp. He begins his heavy thrusts, pounding you into the couch cushion with each one. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget all about him.” He says, leaning in to bury his head into your neck. He goes faster and faster, grabbing onto your waist. He’s completely destroying your insides with his rough thrusts, you could feel his anger and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Such.. a whore. You’re all mine, understand?”

“Fuck… Jungwon… please.. i’m only yours.” you moan out, and that determines him to lift your legs up to his shoulders. He gets so deep inside you, it’s making you dizzy.

He sits up again, using his thumb on your clit making you shake a little. “S..stop I’m gonna…” you cry.

“You’re gonna.. what? Hm? Tell me love, let me hear you.” he circles your clit faster.

“won… ‘m gonna cum… please…plea..” you say, shutting your eyes.

“Aww.. already? can’t my brat handle any more? cum for me.” he says, squeezing your clit.

You snap right there with loud moans. You cum all over his dick, laying there helpless.

He pulls out, easily pulling you on your hands and knees. He begins thrusting into you again from the back, giving your ass smacks every now and then. He lifts one of your legs up just to get in deeper.

You cry out curses and groans while he picks up his pace again. “Look at you, bent over just for me. That’s right. Mine. Don’t ever let me see you with anyone again or I might need to mark what’s mine.” he moans too.

His words make you grab the couch as well as you can, clenching around him like hell. His back arches feeling your sudden tightness, barely being able to go on. “You’re gonna make me cum… fuck that pussy’s so good.” he continues. After a few more thrusts he goes crazy, cumming inside you instantly with more hot moans from him.

He pulls out, letting you finally rest. He turns you back around, pulling you into a tight embrace. He gives you a sweet kiss, moving down to give your shoulders a few kisses too. You both regather your thoughts, and he finally cleans you up and dresses you into some comfortable clothes. “I’m sorry for being so rough on you, my love…” he says embarrassed and you smile. “Don’t worry, you’re so fucking attractive when you’re pissed off.”

You slowly get wrapped into his arms, and he gives you endless kisses. You end up cuddling in your bed while feeding each other snacks. “I love you.” He whispers, on the verge of falling asleep. You run your fingers through his hair, giving him a small peck on the tip of his nose. “I love you more, now rest Wonie, you have a long day tomorrow.” you say softly.

“Don’t care… as long as you’re there with me…” he says, half asleep. You smile, continuing your head massage. He ends up falling asleep in your arms, and you drift off to sleep not long after.

a/n: definitely had fun with this, a little shorter than i thought but u can just call this a drabble sidjejiss thank u anon <33

[w-d-g]

Hello Dr. Gaster! You brilliant man you. I come bearing hot espresso, hot tea, and some cushions so you can sit on something comfortable. I’m glad people are being kind to you lately. We haven’t spoken, but I’ve been here a while and always want to say or do something nice, I am just always at a loss. I enjoy hearing you talk about your interests, and seeing your lovely smile. I wish I could give you something more, but I don’t want to force something like a hug or taking your hand. I don’t like being touched without being asked, so I don’t imagine you would.

But I hope you’ll enjoy the warm drinks and soft objects while you read or play those games <3 I would love to sit with you quietly if you feel like company, but if not that’s okay too.

[and to the Mun: I love this blog, you do such a wonderful job. Learning all kinds of things from your art and the way you handle asks.]

((his lying ass

((thank you!!! thanks so much!! but u learning from me reminds me of “get this toddling bitch a smoke” /ref

((i reaaaally wanted to draw ur character but i can only do that if u put art of it in there 😭😭😭 u gotta next time it looks so cool PLUS the colors remind me of of my first undertale oc. and for this one his face took a long ass time for some reason?? like i couldnt get the angle right for the facial features. i could still do two panels bc i wasnt changing much. just another reason i need to make a 3d model.

((the most malicious and evil ask is staring at me in my inbox. and i think i know who did it. not gonna name names but its great i love ruining this guys day good job

((unrelated note i edited that last one slightly so if u reposted it u might prefer the edited version idk

((also should i draw my first undertale oc? and like post it? for fun?

[urlocaloptimist]

hey there! I would love if you could write some telemachus x daughter of apollo! Reader… maybe her being a rlly good huntress and hes like 😳😍 or she draws him? Or maybe she can glow in the dark- idk, there are so many things u could do with it… i just thought it would be cute! ♥️♥️

I love that idea - there may be spelling errors because I didn't check it but here you go <3

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Telemachus watched Y/N and found himself unable to look away. He'd heard the whispers that she was a daughter of Apollo, and she certainly seemed like it. He slowly approached Y/N from behind, watching her shoot some more arrows into the target. Finally, Telemachus spoke up, "Your archery is impressive." Telemachus hoped the compliment wasn't too straightforward. He didn't want to seem like he was flirting, but he also totally was trying to. Y/n turned around to face him, "Thank you," she said. Telemachus took a few steps closer. He tried to look nonchalant (you gotta be nonchalant) but was pretty sure it wasn't working. "How did you get so good at it?" he asked, taking a glance at the target. The arrows he had shot himself had never been that accurate. "Practice. I could teach you if you'd like?",  Telemachus smiled softly. He was pretty sure his heart had just skipped a beat at her offer. "I'd love it". 

During Y/n's teaching of Telemachus, they grew closer and became good friends—or maybe more—and Telemachus was absolutely as in love with her as he was when he first saw her, On this particular day, she was drawing him.

Telemachus had gotten used to Y/N drawing him by now. He sat still, waiting for her to finish. But he was having a very hard time not staring at her. Telemachus found himself becoming more and more smitten with her every time they spent time together. After a long time of trying to keep his feelings hidden, Telemachus finally spoke up "Hey, Y/N?", "Yeah?", Telemachus smiled quietly. He was really nervous all of a sudden. It was time to either make or break this friendship. "Can I tell you something?", "Of course" " he took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts "Y/N, you're smart and you're beautiful and I just think.....I really like you...." he got the words out and then waited for a response while holding his breath. 

...

"I like you too Telemachus," Y/n said, All the breath left Telemachus at once. He had hoped for this answer and was almost sure Y/N liked him back, but hearing her say it was much different than suspecting it. He was quiet for a second, as the shock still hadn't really faded yet. He then smiled "You really like me? Like as a friend, or...?", "More than a friend." Telemachus's smile widened into a wide grin. He couldn't have been happier. Without thinking, he scooted a few inches closer to her. "So...does that mean we can be together...like as a couple?". "Oh, right, sorry."Telemachus sat still and quiet, but he was almost bouncing with happiness. He smiled warmly for the rest of the time Y/N drew him.

And thus began a beautiful relationship.

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The end, I know it was short but I hope it met your standards! 😁

[beargregor]

Thoughts on newest intervallo

to this and also the other asks wanting to know my thoughts on LCB regular check up: i kept a little live reaction note up while i was going through everything so i'll just leave Everything under the cut. i'm still letting all of The Implications simmer so i don't have any like big grand rambling thoughts wrt The Dynamics but my tl;dr is

hohenheim :] he is stubbly which is not exactly what i asked for but i will accept it. kjh next time give me another fully bearded man thank you

my little exception :] my little exception :] i need to put him in the hydraulic press :] i need to beat him with hammers :] i need to stab him with several hundred needles :] i need to shoot him several times over :] my little exception :] my little exception :]

live ishmael reaction

7.5-1

oh hi burn

ANNOUNCER??? I DIDN'T SEE SCRUFF THERE KJH

meurgreg massaging……………………………..

GREGOR. GREGOR. BITING. GREGOR. GEGO. GEG. GE. G.

7.5-2

hong lu.

COMEUPPANCE??? COMEUPPANCE EVENT??? WITH GREGOR TAKING THE SPOTLIGHT IMMEDIATELY???

yi sang stop being a cuck let meursault beat you into a healthy refreshed pulp

G-u-l-p. Dramatic gulping noise.

live ishmael reaction

the ptsd brothers

"i thought it was ishmael or faust" "i did too" "this lack of cohesion" girl has SUCH a complex

"the battle ro-um." she thinks she's SO funny.

ryoushuu's so excited

fau and geg friendship returns! for me!

W CORP?????????

7.5-3

donqui girl stop asking questions.

Expansive Space Warping technology

compliments! how nice~

shelter mention. give us the ego please.

sinc the cuck <3

lobcorp ass hallway

7.5-4

hohenheim title please for the love of GOD be scruffy.

CLOSE ENOUGH I'LL COUNT IT. OTACON ASS DESIGN

faust bickering my beloved

marton and alyssa cute………

heathcliff so real but also i'm obsessed with hohenheim anyway so idgaf

flow mention

get back here bastard i want charon lines

the guy wearing lantern being the one leading them to the cake is slightly concerning

yi sang self conscious……. dragging donqui down with him……

You are, Meursault…?

wow kjh go ahead sneak in your free advertising. when you aren't selling to ME. hate it here.

ASSISTANT TIME WHO IS IT. I'M EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR DANTE BUT. ASSISTANT TIME.

rodya i love you so bad you're such a twat

sinclair lore drop hi veep

ISHMAEL?

her bragging is cute so i'm fine with it go ishy

no ishmael my life is so hard. she was standing next to dante wasn't she.

live ishmael reaction

HEATHCLIFF?

bygone days mention

please give heathcliff a cute assistant outfit i'm desperate

7.5-5

wait does this mean i can't use heathcliff in the stages from this point on. don't mean that i want to use tamacliff.

HOODIE SPRITE LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

he feels so important… aheem heem…..

GLASSES??????????????????????????

outis never change

no thoughts head emptyi sang

"like glue, huh. i like it" yeah stuck in it whether you like it or not asshole

sincl so sad i hope he gets sadder

sincl so mean to the heat clip

heathcliff you really aren't helping the dog comparisons with how quickly you acclimated to this role buddy

7.5-6

oh duo battles that's cute i like it. not sure what team would work for these two though.

holding up three his fingers.

anyway funny as fuck thing to say after the whole we're a family spiel. hey dante weren't you listening.

prisoners mention

yeah step on those toes sincl

7.5-7

sloth moment. yi sang gregor time?

FAUST MEURSAULT GREGOR????

gego bullying my beloved

him trying to show off….. my poor meow meow……..

wait are we going to see all the t3s then wait wait wait

T3 SLOTH LOOKS SO COOL

failed to beat it in the turn count but to be fair my team was a total mess lmao

7.5-8

gloom time. i'm gonna go out on a limb and say outis

gluttony here too…. fear…..

hell yeah let's go heathcliff rodya outis

outis so fucking mad

heathcliff and rodya teaming up to dunk on outis my heart is full

rodtis trouble in paradise….. outis is right though girl do you really want to be here or do you just not want an excuse to go back to being irrelevant and thinking about sonya constantly

YOOOOOOOOO SLOTH T3???????

how the hell am i supposed to beat this thing in three turns hello

okay we're going to try being a bit silly

7.5-9

wow dulled harpoon and ishmael is one of the remaining bastards i wonder who's showing up here

wow who could've seen this coming

ryoshmael win for the ruf though <3 we love you ryoshmael

hohenheim mentioning breeding was not expected but i won't turn it away

they are so mean to my poor heat clip

save for attacks that are entirely unavoidable is concerning to me. are we getting more fucking ahab cheese from pride t3.

just realized this leaves yi sang and donqui left. glad to see they're friends again we giggle and laugh

7.5-10

oh i want this chapter voiced so very badly

WHY ARE THESE FUCKERS SO FAST

WHAT THE FUCK

THEY BOTH GOT KILLED MY SINNERS ARE MORONS!!!

DONQUI JUST WIN YOUR FUCKING COIN FLIPS

literally every skill on the board is targeting yi sang and donqui is too slow to interrupt any of them. okay. okay. Okay.

WHY ARE YOU TWO REFUSING TO WIN ANY OF YOUR FUCKING FLIPSSSSSSSSSSS

FINALLY THANK GOD

7.5-11

donqui why are you unavailable. hohenheim you're not unlimiting her so we can fight her are you. hohenheim. Hohenheim.

Well!

welcome back sancho!

HELLO???????????????????????????

VERG????????????????????????????

OH GOD PLEASE TELL ME SANCHO ISN'T THE FUCKING BOSS FOR THIS FLOOR THEME PACK

Uh Oh!

7.5-12

i literally have no fucking clue how this event is going to conclude

gregor i am manifesting so fucking hard for you bestie

okay gregor your bragging has sealed your fate dude smh my head

yi sang official bitch baby of the group god bless

my beloved outlier <3 my beloved exception <3 my beloved outcast <3

okay but that's page coded

7.5-13

oh hey classification code time

flow.

literally what the fuck is this final stage going to be

7.5-14

DUNGEON TIME BABY

hohenheim distortion better be hot as fuck

"You're going to… distort yourself?" incredibly funny line honestly

coin flip theory

LOBCORP?

really fuck w/ everything going on here this aesthetic is so good

gayboy

no proper name for the gayboy?

panic type "anguish" yeah dude you're so calm and aloof

oh no i do not like that status effect

reading these passives is making me take white damage you can't do this to me pm

johann…

our mediocre losers

[findingtarshish]

Hello! 👋 I hope this doesn’t sound odd, but I saw the really pretty sketch that Synth drew of Sol and Belle, and now I’m curious to know more about them! Are you playing Belle in a current chronicle and do you have a post about her backstory?

Hi thank u for asking!!!!

Belle is the attack dog of the Baron of Camden, New Jersey. In order to understand her, we gotta start with her sire, Christina Verne.

Christina is a Sabbat Salubri, specifically a Nkulu Zao, who has gone mad due to repeated diablerie. She was designed as a critique of the Quiverful philosophy. She bought into the whole "We have to kill the antedilluvians" but noticed a problem: there are next to no Salubri, so how are they to defeat an antedilluvian? Her solution: mass Embraces in every city she visits, creating warriors for Caine through serial killing.

Belle was one such victim (See the Embrace Zine for more details) and was quickly caught by the Camden Anarchs, one of the three main Anarch factions in the Philly area, and was brought to Baron Wolfgang for a decision. Wolfgang, having made a name for himself in 20th Century Germany fighting Nazis and smuggling people out of the Reich's reach saw a crying jewish woman from a rare, hunted bloodline thrown before him and felt that rare emotion so few vampires feel: compassion. He wiped the memory of those who had seen her, told her to cover her eye, and adopted her as his own Childe, and a Brujah.

She is of course totally loyal to her new dad (she did not like her old homophobic dad so she fulling thinks of Wolfgang as her new father) and works as his enforcer and guard. All this was going great until a summit at the (old, now dead) Prince's fighting ring, where she fought a Camarilla Tzimizce who pulled her hat off during a grapple. There, in the middle of the ring, for all to see: a soul-stealer in Philadelphia!

A few people went after her, but after she ripped the head off a Tremere who tried (her preferred method of killing) threats have been few and far between. After helping out the Bite Club coterie to install Prince Andrasta on the throne, she's somewhat settled down with her new polycule, and is currently in toronto trying to psych herself up to propose to her future wife, Solaire (the canonical LA Fledgling in my wod)

Belle is Philadelphian born and raised, from a mixed faith family in Hartranft. After her mother died and her homophobic father threw her out for being a lesbian, she (being 17) was adopted by her then part-time coworker, Sarah. She has successfully ship of theseused her parents. She speaks English and Yiddish and is working on French!

Here is her sheet! She's leveled up a lot since her Embrace lol

[figloom]

…….We are so back🗣️‼️

Twisted from the Mouse himself. By all means an art prodigy, Lille longs for the creatively pure years of his childhood. He’s been burned by corporate interest too many times rendering him distrustful and tired. Perhaps he might reignite his passion in NRC…

[hyunpic]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYUNJIN 🖤

[oorangesoda]

I would like to inform you that your Mr Qi and Callum piece now has irreparable brain worms obliterating my brain.

I legitimately think about this piece constantly so I gotta ask what is the lore behind it all? This has me theorising so bad I pulled up a notebook at one 😭

Again, incredible piece, but PLEASE I need piece of mind I can't stay up at night wondering about the lore implications of Mr Qi personally knowing Callum's pop and it's effect on the CSU (Callum Stardew Universe) even a crumb would do.

First of all:

THANK YOU POOKIEEEEEE 💚💚💚💚 it genuinely means a lot that you enjoy it so much, kinda surreal too?? I’d love to know what theories you’ve come up with so far! (also I’m now forever obsessed with the abbreviation CSU thats actually hilarious to me)

I’m gonna be so honest with you though, a lot of the ideas I have surrounding Mr. Qi and his involvement in the valley - more specifically in regards to Callum and his Pop - are very loose and all over the place. I’m kinda working on writing something more cohesive, so if anything I say now doesn’t make sense or gets cut in the future just keep that in mind :’)

In Callums case, if we’re referencing back to my original Qi post, I like to think that in Pop’s midlife - when the farm is well established and he’s still very spry and capable - Pop is approached by Qi during an trip into the lower levels of the mines, and offered a deal. The contents of that deal however aren’t entirely revealed to Pop at the time, and ultimately leads to a series of conflicts between the two (Pop and Qi) and some very traumatic events not caused by Qi directly but as indirect consequences of the deal or poor judgement on Pops part.

Unfortunately for Callum, because of the way things “ended” between his Pop and Qi, he faces the brunt of Qi’s discontentment/dissatisfaction. Although Qi’s involvement in Cals life doesn’t really kick in until about half way through year 2 of being in the valley. But there are little things that begin to reveal themselves to Cal the longer he lives in and explores the valley. Unfortunately x2 it does end up effecting Cal and Shane’s relationship BUUUUUT that’s a convo for another time ;) (<- aka I haven’t fleshed that part out yet)

[miss-mossball]

your style is very sweet looking and identifiable! i was wondering what inspires you? the poses and whatnot you draw for your doodles (particularly for the few recent sky cotl doodles ive seen you post on that blog) are very nice. idk how to word it! i just wanna know from where you draw your inspirations ☺️

Thank you so very much for the compliment!! It means a lot coming from you!! ;O; )// (ps id love to candle run with you sometime, I think thatd be fun)

I wanted to give this question some thought, because I really do love doing fun poses with my characters

Maybe it’s kinda weird, but when I think about posing characters, I think about dolls, and my lifelong obsession with super articulated dolls (bjd and the like). Obviously doll articulation is a lot better nowadays, but back then it was barbies with stiff legs and a bent arm, I’d get so excited if they could move their limbs in more ways than the usual. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was kind of a stim for me, but even imagining dolls with articulation makes me quite happy and always has. The poseability and hold-ability is very important to me.

How this translates to art is, my younger siblings and I werent really… allowed to do anything but draw and stay in the kitchen, especially as we got older. So naturally our dolls became words we could say, and most of all it was art we could make. In a way, my personal art has always been playing, so it makes sense that my love of articulation would translate over to my ocs

I used to write a lot of comics for us and we’d all animate stories into silly long gifs. It wasnt ever a question of if we could or if it was skillful, that was just how we played. It just came naturally and without much doubt, our skills built up over uhhh all our lives. (Not saying it was great, but it wasnt even a question of quality)

So I guess my inspiration is my inner child(ren), and I’m really happy that I have the skillsets that makes it so easy to make them happy.

I do commissions for a living too, and with every piece I can’t help but think that the commissioner probably wants the most of their character shown off as possible, so I need to pose in a pleasing way that struts their stuff. That has to get creative when you’ve done probably 500+ commissions =v=;

TLDR: i want to hold my characters like dolls and play with them, the end

[spacenintendogs]

Confession: Snotstrid is the only m/f pairing in all history of How to Train Your Dragon that I'm able to truly enjoy, but if I say this anywhere else I'll get bashed on the head (not a joke, this actually happened once). When I found your blog I literally screamed with joy and thanked the heavens, for I am not the only one child of men born with bad taste. Thank you so much for your service.

proud to serve our troops 🫡

[tetzoro]

CHEERS TO THE WEEKEND !!! good morning friendz i hope your saturday is going well !! im excited for the day ahead and hoping it is kind to us all ! 🤍

[natsmagi]

harness instead of belts? crossbody belts more difficult if boobs involved.

harness underneath to make tiddy pop Perhaps.

[supurman]

you can never make me hate superman. selfless help, with a smile!

[naenaex0xx]

I swear to God I remember you from somewhere but I cannot for the life of me remember from what

Like you seem familiar. Why do I know you (/pos?? /Lh? I'm just confused lol)

oh no it's okay my planet orbited a bit too close to yours once but it's okay we didn't collide or anything ^^ though I think your moon destroyed one of mine ... no hard feelings /silly

[seventh-district]

it's always something. PLEASE can i just go One single day without there being Something