#theres a reason why they are hard to hear of and find!

[hartxstarr]

ive said it before, but i’ll say it again!! i encourage and welcome live action takes on anime/manga, but i just wish it was primarily focused on the romance/slice of life genres!

the choice to focus on the action-centered series makes sense because they are more popular, but the vocal fanbase tends to be a bit weird when it comes to change :’)

[defensivelee]

>be me >living through possibly the hottest day of the summer in my area >get an excessive heat warning >cool no big deal we got the AC on and im hydrated >mom decides tonight is a great night to try to fix our minor AC problem bc it leaks water into the basement rather than letting it out outside >join her outside at 10pm to hold the light for her >wondering why this couldn't have waited til the morning >mom hammers a hole in the AC and the water spurts out >looks pretty good, problem solved, right >mom makes another hole for whatever reason even tho the first one was fine >gas starts leaking out like crazy >AC is not working anymore >mfw the night has only cooled down by five degrees and it's still humid as fuck >mfw another one of my mom's unnecessary, relatively late night ideas gets us into some deep shit again >how the fuck am i going to sleep

[aurorasgate]

the signs of zhonglis first heat after finding you, his one true mate

theres no explicit sexual content but for my own comfort 18+ only pls!

he notices it first when he finds his hand gripping tightly onto you at dinner, long and slender fingers sinking into your inner thigh, slowly traveling upwards under your skirt. your cheeks burn as you try your hardest to keep your attention on the story being told from across the table and your hand comes into contact with his, an attempt to stop the roaming fingers that are touching you much too intimately for a public setting such as third round knockout.

“zhongli..” you whisper, out of pleasure or a plea for him to stop, he's not really sure which but his chest flares with heat at your sweet voice saying his name.

recoiling his hand from your leg completely he uses it to cover his mouth and clear throat, how ungentlemanly of him. 

“my apologies darling,” the words sound strained, so unusual for the normally calm and unbothered ex archon but he doesn’t speak any further on it. though that’s only because he’s finding it hard to form words at the moment with the way your scent clings to the leather of his gloved hand, invades his senses and makes the air around him incredibly hot. he should not have brought the hand that rested on you so close to his face.

did you always smell so potent? he wonders.

he normally loves to hear the stories being told, after all that's why you came here tonight, but right now the words are nothing more than static in the background of his thoughts of you. thoughts that are making his throat dry and the tie around his neck feel a little more suffocating. it’s much too stifling despite the gentle breeze the sea brings in as evening falls to night but the loveliness and liveliness of the city was hardly on his mind tonight and did nothing to bring his focus from the only thing he’s craving the most. he can barely take his eyes, or his hands, off of you. a burning amber gaze glued to your exposed skin that doesn’t go unnoticed by you, hands that hold you tightly, closely, possessively.

“‘li, are you okay?” you question innocently after dinner as you walk home for the evening, arm in arm. he stays close to your side but his muscles are tense, you can feel it in the way his body stiffens under your hand and it makes you worry. 

zhongli never minded your affections, prefers them in private though is always happy to indulge you as long as it’s within reason in public, but it was impossible to ignore just how touchy he’s been, today being the most so with how daring they became around a crowd of people. while normally his hand is in yours or you walk with his hand on your lower back, the last day or so he’s been holding you incredibly close, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist or his chest pressed against your back. today his touches grew bolder but now he’s stiff as a board and you swear you can see sweat beading on his forehead. 

inhaling, hoping the cool night air that settles around the harbor will calm him, he looks at you with a smile, one that looks completely normal even though on the inside he can feel you chipping away at his put together demeanor, though he knows you have no idea you’re doing it. “yes, i didn’t mean to worry you my lily.”

your knitted brows and adorable pout on your lips tell him that you don’t quite believe his words but you don’t question him further either. wanting to calm whatever was troubling him that he wasn’t ready to tell you about, you kiss his arm, the fabric of coat smelling so heavily of him, before leaning your head there and pulling yourself closer to him. 

if only you knew how much worse that made the heat within him burn. everywhere you touched him was scorching, sending searing desire straight to his cock and his dragon heart that yearned for you and you alone. gulping, he tries to put a lid on the bubbling carnal need within him. it is only the start of what is sure to be a long heat. he has to get this under control and quickly.

𓆩✧𓆪

zhongli sensed you before he saw you, could pick out the loveliness of your scent in the wafting evening air as the day drew to a close and followed it to where he knew he would find you. you weren’t far, likely having come to walk home with him after cashing in your commissions, and in long strides he had made his way close to where you were before he was stopped in his tracks by the sight he was met with and the feelings it brought out of him. feelings that made his breath look like smoke in the cool night and the leather of his gloves stretch as his hand bunches into a fist.

he’s seen the man who stands closely to you before. if he recalls correctly the man has helped you with commissions from time to time and normally zhongli would welcome him with a polite greeting, unbothered by his presence around you but it is not so today. not when he felt like this.

he tries to let it go. he is not a possessive man. he wants you to have all the freedom in the world, let you meet many people who could bring something great into your life, give you cherished memories to last a lifetime and people you could rely on. but as he watches you converse with another from afar, he wants nothing more than to kiss you breathless for everyone to see, to remind all of liyue that you are his and his alone, have you scream his name for them to hear-

those thoughts are cut off when he sees the man touch you. it’s innocent enough, nothing more than a friendly gesture but all he sees is you, someone touching what’s his; his mate. how dare they put their filthy hands on you. 

swirling amber eyes turn dark, deep honey with black pupils long and thin. his chest feels uncomfortably tight but it’s a relief of pressure to follow his instincts, letting his feet bring him to your side without a second thought. powerful arms wrap around you, which catches you by surprise, but zhongli doesn't care if he’s interrupted your conversation and places a kiss to your cheek, feeling your skin grow warm under his lips. his arms around you tighten as you once again invade his every sense, unknowingly adding fuel to the ever growing fire that had slipped from his grasp near moments ago. 

it takes all of his strength to not indulge in tasting more of your skin. it's right there, calling to him, beckoning him to sink his teeth in and he almost does, forgetting or not caring that you’re in public but the voice of another, someone he doesn’t care to hear, as they are not you, stops him. 

“good evening mr. zhongli,” the adventure greets, the awkwardness of your beloved's sudden intimate greeting and interruption that was so unlike zhongi making him confused, unsure of how to proceed. 

“evening,” zhongli meant to reply but the word doesn’t quite make it and instead comes out as a low, intimidating growl. you can feel it in the way his chest vibrates deeply against you and, even if you didn’t want to admit it, it makes your entire being hot and your knees weak, so unbelievably so.

“i- i should probably get going,” the other man stutters and takes a bow before quickly leaving without another glance from either of you.

the air around you is thick and the arms around you keep you trapped against the sturdy, warm chest of the man you love. you don’t know what’s gotten into him and you feel terrible to have made your friend uncomfortable but zhongli makes it impossible to remove yourself from his grasp, and a part of you really doesn’t want to either.

“what’s gotten into you?” you ask, concern and confusion laced in every word. in his grasp you turn to face him and cup his cheeks, your expression going from worry at seeing his eyes so inhuman as they catch your gaze but turns to tender softness as he leans into your touch, tilting his head slightly to kiss your palm, slow and intimate as if he was savoring you. “p-please,” you stutter trying to keep your composure while he kisses your skin as if he were worshiping it. “tell me.”

he had thought plenty about telling you. after all, why wouldn’t he want to share his heat with his mate? but it’s his first one since finding the person his true dragon self wouldn’t go without and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back if he gave in. the intensity of the needy dragon that’s been clawing through his calm and composed demeanor to get to you was not lost on him and it had been so long since that part of him did as it pleased.

it’s so unlike him to lose his composure after so many years, but if it’s been this bad and it’s just the start of his rut then he can imagine what it would be like to give himself over to the need to claim you while in this state, though it does much more than fill him with worry and stir his cock. 

but as he basks in your touch, your thumb running along his cheek, cooling him and driving him insane all at once, his heart pounding but his anger long forgotten now that he has you in his arms without distraction, he decides he should give you the chance to decide for yourself.

[evie-sturns]

dent - Matt Sturniolo

summary: you accidentally dent matt's car after taking it to work, when you give matt the news he doesn't comfort you, quite the opposite actually resulting in an argument. he finds a good way to make it up to you after he realises he overreacted.

contains: angst, arguing, crying, yelling, slight panic attack, smut, fingering, matt the munch, fluff.

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I walk out of my office into the cold hair which hits my bare skin harshly, I tug down my mini dress with a sigh as i approach my boyfriend, matt's, car. he let me borrow it for work today due to the fact my cars in the repair shop.

I swing open the door to his car, flopping down into the drivers seat and instantly turning on the heating. I drive forward a couple meters before realising i left my phone in the office

"shit" i mumble, slamming on the brakes and swinging open my door.

It hits the pole which i pulled up next to, "oh my fuck-" i gasp, "no- no" i repeat before jumping out of my car, looking at the door. It has a reasonably large dent in it now.

"no, no no no.." i throw my head into my hands, i decide to grab my phone then deal with this situation.

my heels click against the concrete as i sprint towards the front door of the office,

I swiftly run into the elevator and press level 6, my finger shaking. "what do I even say to matt!" I mumble to myself.

the elevator door opens with a ding and i make my way towards my room, I pull out my keys and unlock the door, walking back in and swiping my phone off of the desk. I run back towards the elevator and pile in with one of my coworkers.

"You 'goin lobby?" she asks, I nod with a forced smile as i fix my hair in the mirror. The door to the elevator opens, I speed-walk out and out the building towards matt's car.

I start to instantly feel guilty as i look at the door on the drivers side again, I open the door more carefully this time and jump in, I turn on the car and pull out of the parking spot,

my hands grip the wheel as panic flushes over me, "matt will understand, i'm sure."

-

after parking the car in the driveway I walk up the front porch, I knock twice on the door as I feel my eyes water slightly, I push back my tears with a deep breath.

Matt opens the door with a tired smile, "hey sweetheart! how was work?" he breathes out, I walk inside with a shaky breath, folding my arms over my stomach.

"matt.. i need to tell you something" i say, looking up at him with my bottom lip trembling.

"yeah!? anything- are you okay?" he says with a concerned look on his face.

"i- i um" i take a deep breath before continuing "i accidentally opened the car door into a pole- like really hard and now theres a big dent" i squeeze out, my voice breaking halfway through

"you what?" he raises his voice "let me see it?"

i nod, walking back outside towards the car, matt follows close behind me. he takes one look at the door and instantly turns around, throwing his hands up

"of course you fucking did!" matt raises his voice, walking back inside

"matt i'm sorry-" i start but matt cuts me off "i dont wanna hear it- i dont wanna hear your voice,"

my eyebrows twist "matt what? i'm gonna pay for that you know that" i say, slightly louder, following matt inside

"no- how the fuck are you that blind? how do you slam the car into a pole that big? are you fucking stupid!" matt yells, looking at me directly in the eyes.

my lips part in shock, "you can't speak to me like that matt! it was an accident" i argue back, matt scoffs.

"you're so fucking clueless."

i feel my eyes water, "why don't you do anything right?" he groans loudly.

i burst into sobs, "don't say that" i whisper, taking in sharp panicked breaths.

"i'll say what i want!? you can tell me what to say and what not to when you grow a fucking conscious!"

and with that i go to walk down the corridor past matt, already embarrassed from crying. he grabs my wrist tugging me back towards him. i gasp with an ugly sob

"look at me." matt growls, i shake my head looking down at my feet.

"look at me!" he raises his voice, "fine!" i yell, looking up at him.

"if my car. isn't fixed by tomorrow evening. we're going to have a problem y/n." matt says blankly.

"i know- let me go!" i whine, he releases his grip and i run towards matt and i's bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

i hear matt mutter something about me being pathetic through the door

“stop being so mean matt!” i yell in a bratty way, i feel my breathing get shallow, my body gradually heating up

my sobs never slow, in fact they get worse the more that the argument we just hand sinks into me. the whole house is now silent aside from matt and i’s room where i’m struggling to breathe

i sink down onto the floor against the wall as i bury my face in my knees, i take in shaky attempts of breathes as i cry into the fabric of my pants.

I pick up my phone and email matt’s insurance company, informing them on what just happened to his car. My hands shake against the keyboard, as soon as i press send i’m up off the floor and in my closet, tearing off my minidress and changing into one of matt’s shirts.

——

I’ve been laying in bed for about an hour now, just now realising that i haven’t ate since mid day and now it’s 9pm, i’ve finally calmed myself down after what happened earlier

matt won’t be in the kitchen i’m sure, i hoist myself up off of bed and walk into the corridor. I feel myself get nervous, i don’t want to get upset again.

as i reach the end of the corridor i enter the kitchen, matt sitting at the dining table on his phone with a plate of dinner infront of him,

it’s okay.

if i don’t look at him i’ll be fine.

i can see out of the side of vision matt looking up at me, i open the pantry.

matt clears his throat before starting, “I made you dinner aswell.. it- it’s in the fridge and there’s muffins in there too.” matt says softly, his voice is quiet, like if he gets any louder i’ll disappear.

i don’t respond, i don’t have to respond to anything he does after how he treated me earlier.

i open the fridge to see a plate of pasta in the fridge, topped with a stupid green leaf on top which matt ‘only does for special occasions’, i remember him telling me and we laughed about it for hours.

along side there’s a couple of muffins which have a poor attempt of being iced, a dollop of icing ontop of each one with some strategically placed sprinkles.

i take the two plates as i keep my lips pressed into a line, i walk back down the corridor into our room and shut the door behind me with a loud sigh.

i have to admit, it was sweet what he had made, he’s always had a weird love for cooking for me no matter how bad he was at it, i think it was because of the amount of enthusiasm i gave him every time he presented it to me.

i sit down at matt’s desk, my feet up on the chair as i take a small bite. I didn’t really have an appetite but i was hungry, and this was nice.

after devouring the muffins i was feeling better, it was now 9:30pm and I decided that i needed to have my hour on my phone in bed before i sleep. I leave the dishes in a neat pile on the desk.

usually i would take them into the kitchen but i didn’t want to see matt, i knew i would cry this time.

I flop down into matt and i’s bed, it feels empty without him. We’ve slept in the same bed every night of our relationship and it’s the only way i can sleep.

—-

10:23pm

knock knock

i hear soft knocking on the door, i choose to ignore it.

knock knock

again, followed by the door clicking open. i’m practically buried under the duvet, only my hair visible so i keep my eyes infront of me at my phone.

i hear matt’s footsteps get closer to the bed, from the small gap out of the duvet i see his jeans by the bed.

i think he’s trying to figure out if i’m awake or not.

I let out a deep sigh and tug the duvet up higher. Matt takes in a shaking breath as he looks down at me.

“can— may i sit down next to you? i want to talk” matt whispers.

may i? on normal days i would laugh at that, it’s so formal.

if i don’t agree we won’t talk this out, meaning that i won’t get any closure for longer. I nod my head slightly. matt climbs into bed beside me, the weight shifting to his side as he sits uncomfortably

he doesn’t waste time to start talking

“I’m so sorry- i’m so embarrassed about everything i said, i didn’t mean it.” matt’s voice trembles.

“do you want to come out of there- I want to see you.” matt whispers, tapping my shoulder lightly though the blanket.

i pull down the duvet and sit up against the duvet next to matt, i look up at him briefly. he looks distraught

his eyes are puffy and red, his nose red and eyes glossy.

he looks at me and i see guilt wash over him.

“i love you so much— i don’t want to loose what we have over a dent in my car.” matt says calmly,

“i said things that i’m really really not proud of.. at all. i didn’t even know what i was saying.. my mouth was spitting out shit faster than i could process.”

“i’m not even sure what i was saying.” matt sighs

“you- you’re mad at me though” i whisper

“i’m not mad at you princess, i’ve never been mad at you i promise. i just freaked out over something minor” matt says, reaching down and interlocking our fingers as a single tear falls from his eyes, i reach up and wipe it quickly.

“you don’t have to forgive me, i’m not expecting you to. but if you want- i could make it up to you..? or not i don’t know- i could go sleep in the spare bedroom if you need time alone i mean, but i’m so sorry.” he rambles

“make it up to me?” i whisper, “like how?” i ask with a sniff.

“you know…” matt hints “the thing that you like a lot from me?”

i nod, sinking my top teeth into my bottom lip.

“i’m sorry for making you cry sweetheart,” matt says, wiping my face with his cold hands.

“i’m fine- it’s okay.” i give matt a small smile.

he nods understandably before sitting up, he walks over to the edge of the bed beside me and lightly grips my ankles, spinning me round so my legs dangle off the edge of the bed

Matt kneels on the floor between my legs “can i take these off?” he asks softly, referring to the lace panties underneath matt’s shirt that i threw on earlier

i nod quickly, “words please” matt smiles, “yes- yes you can please” i spit out.

“there she is” matt says, hooking his fingers over the waistband and tugging them down to my ankles.

he doesn’t waste time to wrap his arms under my thighs, holding my lower back lightly to keep me up in the sitting position. “this okay?” he breathes, “yes!” i reply instantly, feeling the heat between my legs grow.

matt starts to press small pecks to the insides of my thighs, kissing around where i need him the most.

embarrassingly, i let out a soft whimper from the little amount of touch.

matt loves to eat me out, i’m not sure why but he goes all out like it’s his last meal. he says it’s because it makes me feel so good which i find cute.

“so pretty” matt says from between my thighs, he finally attaches his mouth to my clit,

“oh my god-“ i moan, intertwining my fingers on one hand into his brunette hair and placing my other hand behind me, feeling myself grow weak already.

matt removes one hand from under my thigh, letting it fall onto the bed, he reaches under his chin and slowly dips his middle finger into my hole, curling it up slightly “matt!” i whine, bucking my hips up into his mouth

he adds his other finger aswell, the cold metal of his rings against the warmth of me making my eyes roll back.

i grip his hair tighter as matt repeatedly curls his finger “how- how are you so good at this” i breathe out

matt laughs lightly, the vibrations earning a squeal from me.

“fuck fuck-“ i whimper, feeling myself get close.

matt swirls his tongue around my clit,

and with that my legs clench around his head and i finish

i feel myself release on matt’s fingers, my legs shake around his head as he pulls his mouth off of me, being careful to not overstimulate me.

i collapse down on the matress behind me, attempting to catch my breath as i let go of matt’s hair.

matt smiles stupidly at me, his lips glistening. he picks me up off the bed, holding me by my ass. he pecks kisses down my neck.

“thank you.” i sigh, burying my face into his neck.

“don’t thank me.” matt laughs, carrying me into the living room and flopping down on the couch, i lay on his body.

“matt?” i ask quietly

“yeah pretty?” he reply’s, his fingers tracing mindless shapes on my back.

“you know i love you.” i say into his shirt “i love you more.” matt smiles

“and your rings- please don’t ever take them off.” i laugh.

“whys that?” matt teases,

“they feel so good.” i mutter out, barely audible.

“is that so?” matt grins, “yes- yeah” my cheeks flush

matt chuckles slightly, shifting me up and down on his chest.

“you know the muffins you made that were in the fridge?” i start up a new conversation

“yeah?” matt smiles, “what the fuck was going on with the icing- i mean they were really good but the icing was… special!” i burst out laughing

matt laughs with me before replying

“i actually don’t know- i don’t think bakings for me. i put the icing on and it like melted into the cupcake”

i scoff, “it’s okay baby, they were so cute”

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[kisspurins]

hii!! i just discovered your blog and i really like the way you write ^^ could i ask either sungchan or eunseok (or both lol) x virgin!reader. thank you!!

୨୧ warnings｜dom sungchan and eunseok，size kink，corruption，virgin!reader，double penetration，anal，no protection，fat cock chan and seok，poly implied

when your boyfriends find out you're a virgin, immediately you could feel the tension between them bursting at the seams. between men there's a pride thing when it comes to taking a girls virginity and you could tell neither one of them were going to settle for being 'second'

for sungchan, when he thinks of you being a virgin he can never stop himself from letting his mind wander. every little thing you do has him thinking of how innocent you are and all the ways he can corrupt you :( he thinks of how he can treat you like a princess and make your first time the most special experience in the world and how slowly over time he can turn you into the perfect good girl for him <3 when eunseok thinks of you being a virgin, he thinks of how he can completely and fully break you. how it would be to have you spread open for him, eyes full of curiosity that so quickly gets replaced by the feeling of fear. how it would be to make it fit, your eyes wide and mouth opened for him to use and play with to his liking. taking your virginity isn't about the experience being special its about him making you so dumb you think of him only.

both of them combined is like constant whiplash. sungchan's sweet touches of encouragement while he kisses you, tongue pushed deep inside your mouth and exploring every single inch. his fingers dancing in your hair and down to the back of your neck to push you closer. him compared to eunseok's mean cold stare, hands on his belt as he watches you both makes you nervous. hearing him call you a liar because theres no way a virgin is so calm with tongue kissing, how his presence fills up the entire room. and suddenly being pulled away from channie and into seokies lap and :( he kisses you so rough and so sloppy... spit dripping from the corner of your mouth and his hands groping every part of you that he can touch!!!! you get so entirely messy n seokie does that off the bat to establish what dynamics are about to be present!!! its honestly a little shocking seeing channie get so small when seokie is pulling you around :( chanie going "come on seok be nice" and he sounds so defeated trying to do better for you but seok just tells him this is how he has to train you !!!! only way you'll know what to expect in the future </3

both of them have insaneeee size kinks btw 😞 both are so much bigger than you and its so easy to dumb you down enough to where you feel completely at their mercy and like the smallest lil thing in the world :( eunseok loves the mental mind games he can play on you </3 asking why cant you fight back when hes holding you down n pulling your clothes off n asking if you're just too small!! too small to think too small to push him away too small to do anything for yourself and :( pouting n fat tears rolling down your face bcs you feel so helpless n sungchan's holding you down too so maybe you are too little :( saying sorry n seokie makes you physically say you need him to do everything for you </3 sungchan is of course him making you feel small mentally but thats so easy when hes just insanely huge. every single part of him is huge and :( his dick being as big as his forearm and :( blinking at him and eunseok because they're both so big... too big for you when you've never felt anything before and !!!!!! just so hard not to feel dizzy and dumb :(

thinking seokie laying down on the bed n he tells you to get on top and you think hes being sweet to you finally n letting you control the pace :( thighs trembling while trying to push his blunt fat tip inside n your fingers keeps slipping :( accidentally letting go n hes so heavy slapping against your cunny n the only reason you aren't doubling over is because sungchan is holding you up :(( eunseok gets so frustrated when you can't push it in, smacking your hands away n squeezing the base of his fat cock n pushing the tip in and your eyes immediately roll back n your mouth drops n </333 shaking n sobbing holding onto him telling your seokie that it hurts n you can barely breathe ☹️☹️☹️ sungchan would distract you by kissing all over your shoulders n neck but all you can do is sob on eunseok's dick as he smashes himself all the way in n hes pressing into your g-spot </3 doesn't give you time to adjust just starts rutting his hips up into you n you feel so beyond dizzy!!! drool dripping onto his chest n he calls you so gross but his hips smack against you so roughly :( you're so out of touch from the pain you don't register channie behind you pressing you down on your boyfriends chest and you choke on your sobs when you feel him pressing against your hole, panicking and whimpering out little no's but seokie telling you to shut up n kisses you and :( just sobbing n sobbing when sungchan gets his tip in your asshole n you think you're gonna split in half.... sungchan feels so entirely bad too but the way you're squeezing around him and you feel so warm make it harder for him not to press down onto your back n push inch by inch of his dick in </3 hes so nice n gives you a second before he starts moving n trying to match pace w seok n yeah 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you get so cock drunk you're barely responsive just nodding n babbling whine they both chase their orgasms </3 make you cum around them soooo much..... just white rings of cum but they can't stop using your perfect tight virgin cunny n mhm mhm

[cyxnidx]

HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

[strawberrypumpkins]

hear me out ,

Ko-fi <- ill write anything

Ex husband!Simon x reader

Cw: Reader has a kind of nasty attitude, slight nsfw, established reationship , just throughts, not a final thought

You and Simon broke up on not-so-nice terms. It was a mistake made on both parts after a week back from deployment. He's out for almost 8 months in a year, leaving 4 for you. He spent most of his time back clinging to you and giving you all the love he missed whilst he was away….

When he came back this time, you wanted to talk about your future together and how it was going to work. You guys had been together for over five years, and he had a ring on your finger. Missus Riley in every aspect.

You just miss a thing: a Jr. Riley.

You want a jr, Riley. He doesn't. Neither can compromise for selfish reasons. He doesnt want to be a dead beat who only sees his child at best for only half a year whilst the child is growing up. You insist you can take care of a child on your own with minimal help, you just need someone to keep your busy, youre a stay at home wife you barely have anything doing.

Simon doesnt want his wifey doing any hard work, stay at home like the queen you are, his bank account is yours. Join as many pottery classes as you want, start a cafe, you can do anything.

Just not a child.

What was a civil discussion turned into a heated argument and soon both were throwing curses at each other, --you were throwing curses at him,-- hed rather bite off his tongue than shout back at you, but he absolutely disagrees. No kid, not yet, hes not ready to go that far, he wants to be selfish too.

What turns into not talking for a few hours turns into a day, then a week. You expect Simon to break it as always, he'd say he's sorry and you'd fold telling him how you were wrong, he's right, you can settle for another cat, maybe a dog, or start a business as he said. You were unreasonable, he's barely home how when would he have any time to be with you?

You knew this before saying I do.

But Simon doesnt talk either, doesn't even glance in your direction, he assumes you want space, ofcourse he wants to grab you and smother you in all his love, but he waits…… and keeps waiting… and more waiting for when you give him the signal.

You don't.

Yours mad. Why isn't he coming to you first? You sleep in the same bed at night, have breakfast together, and even stay in the bathroom at the same time, why won't he look at you? Is he tired? Does he think this was a deal breaker?

A week later another fight happens when you go out for a girls' night, when you get home you lay it all out to him. He's a prick, you hate him and he doesn't deserve you, no he doesn't.

Divorce comes after

He leaves the apartment to you, you receive spousal support until you decide to get a job, if you want to get a job, simon says.he never took his card back from you, hes the one who insisted you stay home so you shouldnt have to find a job now, just rest at home regardless of whether hes your husband or not. theres a 1 year period before it will be finalized, hes holding out incase you change your mind.

2 months of deployment and it begins to settle in just how bad it actually feels to be truly alone. You dont have and phone calls, no messages from simon ofcourse you have your cats but thats it, you dont work. You cant go out with the girls everynight simply because youre bored. They have lives too.

Drinking in your apartment on a Thursday night till you blank out is the only thing you have to keep you busy. In a drunken haze, you message Simon's number, a long rant begging him to come back, you were oh so wrong and you made a terrible mistake. The message doesn't send, but you feel better, it feels better to get it off your chest regardless of whether or not he saw it, at least you said it.

Messaging simons number became a frequent activity, you used it as a photo album, a note pack of sorts, you send pictures of flowers you take, of yourself, grocery lists, and the cats, you vent and rant in voice notes, tell the blocked number how you're feeling, how much it's raining, treating it as if it's an actual conversation with Simon. And it feels real, at least in your mind, you don't need to feel embarrassed about venting your wrongdoings to anyone, it's between you and you alone, and seeing the messages sent makes it feel real. You could do the same for another random block called, but you like seeing Simon's name up there.

Maybe there's the hope he sees it.

On the other side of the world, Simon is a month deep into a stressful mission, he's been dropped with the team at some random location, they camp out in the forest and have to sneak around like pests, he can't message you– you're divorced now - or at least in the making -, you hate him as you'd said that night and besides signal won't allow it. Then he sees your messages popping up all at once starting from almost a month ago, grocery lists, you miss him, what you've done that day.

And as he stands deeper into the forest away from the team, fisting his throbbing cock, looking at your reflection in the pot of the noodles you were eating, imagining how your lips wrap around the chopsticks as you slurp and lick your lips and edging himself by pressing his thumb to the little slit as he listens over and over to your voice notes reminding yourself to buy groceries then switching to how much you miss him so much. He doesn't stop until he's shooting blanks, never has he been so happy to hear you talk about buying vegetables.

.

You wake up one morning to someone ringing the doorbell nonstop as if they're trying to break it. Such an obnoxious sound, clearly they dont care much about anyone if they cant wait a single moment. You stretch quickly walking to the main door to rip them one when your eyes fall on simon.

He is wearing a black top, camo cargo pants, and black boots, his duffel bag in one hand and the other hand a stack of papers just back from deployment.

“can I c’m in?”

[ckret2]

I've seen some people theorise that Bill is lying about what actually happened to his home dimension. But I can't find any evidence that supports this. Because he told Ford in weirdmageddon that he liberated his home dimension because it was boring and flat. So, since he knows he broke the 4th wall with tbob, he probably knows that he's a cartoon character and that we've—obviously, since we bought the book—watched the show. So why would he lie to us and make up some huge ass sob story? I want to hear your thoughts about this theory because you're the gravity falls nerd here (Compliment intended). But on another note, I've seen people theorise that he lied (for some reason specifically) about the younger Pine twins only surviving in one, aka this universe. Do you think he might actually be lying about that? Or something else, too?

P.S. Now I'm starting to question if theres a source that confirms that everything in tbob is true, or if this is all logical, and I'm just blind asf, but I'm gonna try and stay away from anonymous to face my fears. 😎

First off—Bill didn't tell the readers a sob story. Bill told us that he liberated his dimension and everyone loved him for it. That is the story he ultimately settled on as the truth.

Two things I think are important:

Bill is a liar; he's not an actor

Bill is not a person; he's a character.

Bill will TELL lies but he can't put on a convincing act. He told Ford he liberated his dimension, but we saw the burning and flames. He told THE READERS he liberated his dimension, but trying to talk about it made him swing into a dissociative state where another story poured out.

I do not think Bill would think to fake dissociating over a horror story, and even if he did try I don't think he could pull it off. Because he sucks at acting, and when he's telling a lie the only emotion he's capable of emoting is =]

Bill is a fictional character in a show where whenever the audience is told a lie, they're told the truth by the end of the episode, and usually within minutes (with the sole exception of Stanley's big secret, but we ARE told he's up to something shady from episode 1 and Stan & Ford's relationship was the one biggest ongoing mystery of the show). Ultimately, whether or not Bill as a person would try to fool us into thinking there's a non-existent sob story is irrelevant. The real question is: would Alex Hirsch?

And no. That's not how he writes. When he has Bill tell a lie, either he quickly unveils the lie or he leaves blatantly obvious clues in the area to reveal the truth.

Bill lies "I don't miss Ford," the blatantly obvious clue is his wild bender. Bill lies "the pharaoh loved me," the blatantly obvious clue is a quote from the pharaoh about how much he hates Bill. Bill lies "I liberated my dimension and everyone loved me," the blatantly obvious clue is his redacted story about the day.

There are no clues to suggest he's lying about his sob story. He tried to hide his sob story, and Bill's not subtle enough for the reverse psychology of hiding a sob story to make it look more true.

I figure the "they only survive in one timeline" thing is simply Alex going for something dramatic while not thinking too hard about how mathematically improbable it is.

[iznyangwoni]

EASY TO LOVE | chapter seven !

warnings: suggestive, mention of drinking and getting drunk

“No phones allowed?” You hear someone ask as you go up the stairs, towards the vip section. Jungwon is holding your hand, not wanting you to trip and fall because of those heels, or the dark of the hallway.

“Just the rules, puppy.” You say, now seeing its Jake the one speaking. Jungwon high fives him. You give your phone to the bodyguard in front of the door and turn around to look at the two boys behind you before entering. “You guys better put those phones away.”

The room is full of people you know, you hang out with the same five people all the time but you’re choi y/n, people know you. You say hi to Heeseung, a guy from the same band as jay, who is having a chat with Nicholas and him. Jungwon catches up to you, which is perfect timing since now you can introduce him to your friends.

“Ay, Princess! And that must be uhm… what’s his name…” “I’m Jungwon nice to-“ “YEAH JUYEON YEAH!” Safe to say Nicholas is drunk as fuck. The older guy pats Jungwon’s back almost violently, while somehow remaining friendly. Jay rolls his eyes and smoothly moves the younger away from Nicho’s grip.

After a few minutes and a couple of more shots, theres ten of you sat on some comfortable couches, a coffee table in the middle, a couple of bottles, some full some already empty, and charli xcx is playing in the background. This really is your vibe.

“So? Are we playing?” Yujin, a girl that Wonyoung invited, speaks.

“What are we playing?” Jungwon whispers into your ear. You’re so squeezed in the sofa that one of your legs is basically on his. “Just the usual truth or dare, if you dont answer or do the dare, you drink.” And so the game shortly begins. As usual, its boring at first, when no one, except for the poor moka, is drunk enough to do bold shit. After a couple of rounds, its when the fun really begins.

Jay is dared to read his last sext, which we all regret hearing, Wonyoung is dared to give her number to the ugliest, poorest guy she can find at the party, meanwhile Nicho has to share his most obscure kink. Your head is spinning after the fourth round, giggles escaping your mouth for no reasons at all.

That is until you’re called to choose. Truth or Dare? “Dare. Of course.” Heeseung is the one chosing the dare for you, and you can tell by how he acts that he is not sober at all, but thats fine, since you probably look even worse than him. “You were a dancer, right? Why dont you show your new little toy how good of a dancer you are?” He points at a pole, most likely used by real pole dancers in the club.

You laugh, you’re no pole dancer, but you do know how to move. Even before you get up, Jungwon is looking at you in awe. He doesnt like how everyone has been calling him your toy all night, but fuck. The thought of you, in that little dress and boots, dancing on a pole? It was driving him so crazy he didnt even had the time to get mad at the nickname.

You get up and look at him for a second, you want to whisper in his ear, but your stability right now is not the best, so you almost fall on him, his hands promptly on your waist as you giggle again. Your lips brush his ear, your voice breathy and drunk. “Don’t get too hard, mh?” Jungwon closes his eyes, letting you go as he just mumbles.

You put your hands on the pole, meanwhile someone turns up the volume of the music. Your head is spinning too much, you barely know what you’re doing, but by how everyone is cheering and clapping their hands for you, maybe you’re not doing too bad. Your eyes meet Jungwon’s and god, he looks like he’s about to lose it any second.

If only he wasnt so stubborn, he would’ve already gotten you off of that pole and inside a room instead. If he wasnt so stubborn he would’ve probably kissed you an hour ago. And now he is so drunk, his mind on how your dress is slightly going up, how your hair looks meanwhile you’re having the time of your life, those thighs of yours..He can only be glad when the music stops and you clumsily go back to your seat on the couch.

His hand immediately goes to your thigh, squeezing it tightly, so deep his nails might dig into your skin. But you dont say a thing, you let him do that without complaining, and his heart is about to explode. “Jungwon its your turn! Truth or Dare?” Jungwon is looking down, trying to calm himself.

“T-Tru- No. Dare. I want a dare.” He doesnt even know who asked him. Only after a few seconds he raises his eyes up, the person speaking to him has the coldest look in his eyes that he has ever seen. Sunghoon seems to be wanting to take the younger by his hair and punch him. But his voice is calm, almost challenging. “Take your hand off of Y/n.”

You’re still breathing erratically, your chest going up and down so fast, and you dont know if its because of Jungwon’s nails digging into your skin, the alcohol, the dance you just did, or maybe all together. Jungwon looks at you, then at his hand, and lastly at Sunghoon. You honestly expect him to take his hand off, no one dares to fuck with Sunghoon this way. But Jungwon just leans towards the table, his free hand reaching for a bottle of tequila.

“I prefer to drink instead.”

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Love in the Time of Socialism

joost klein x artist!reader

art, mush, and ramblings about life

warnings: depression (ish), burnout, reader character in some vague mental health funk

word count: 2k

a/n: slight prequel to blue is the colour of your eyes but can be read as stand alone. just same artist reader. vaguely romantic but just ramblings and getting feelings out haha. started this when I was in more of a bad mental state (lol) but im fine now so it got kinda tame by the end of it. still not proofreading anything

title from the song Love in the Time of Socialism by Yellow House

Rpf below the cut—

Normally Joost has to call you because its the only way you will actually look at your phone. Its more often that not you find yourself fixated on planning out your next project, and your friends have to force you back into reality. There was that one time no one had heard from you in over a week and thought you were dead, when you were just working. You hadn’t realized how many texts you missed and apologized for scaring your friends half to death. Especially Joost.

So now you leave your ringer on, and now they call.

Tonight, however, Joost calls and you aren’t in your studio. You are in your bed, where you have been for the entire day. and also most of yesterday. There isn’t a reason in your head specifically why this has happened. you MEANT to get up. Theres a list of chores and things to do just sitting on your desk, but you woke up late, so now nothing will get done. At some point it just became too stressful to even get up and look at it. You roll over and stare at the contact picture of him, smiling with some dumb fish eye lens he thought was funny. You debate not picking up at all.

But you can’t ignore him.

“Hi Joost.” your voice came through the phone more hoarse than intended when you answered, you don’t remember the last time you talked to someone. “Whats going on?”

“the others wanted to go out for drinks tonight, you hadn’t responded so I wanted to check you were joining us.” You could imagine him rocking back and forth on his heels in the middle of his living room while he talked, it was either that or pacing around.

“uhh..” Drinks at a bar was the last thing on your mind. In any other situation you would have loved to be around your friends, but right now you just needed to avoided as much as possible. “Not a good night, tonight. Sorry, I’ll have to join you guys next time.”

Joost felt like something was off, you sounded tired. “Is everything okay?”

“I’ll be fine I just… shit brain day. bad brain thats all. It happens.” You did your best to summarize how you felt without actually admitting anything, you weren’t sure how to explain anything anyway.

“ Oh Im sorry, would it be good, if I came over? I can keep you company, if thats okay?”

“you don’t have to, I’ll be fine tomorrow. I want you to have fun. ” you insisted, but he pressed on.

“I don’t mind, the group would understand. Have you eaten today?”

“Like… a meal? yes, or well, no. I had a soda..” You glance at the half drunk soda from the night before, now flat. “and uhhh..”

“I’ll pick something up.” You could hear him on the other end gathering things together, keys, wallet, probably his ipad.

“.. thank you. I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”

-

Joost knocked on your door about an hour later. In that time you were able to get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to change and make yourself somewhat presentable in front of a guest, and to the kitchen to make coffee despite it being 8pm.

You opened it to see Joost with a sheepish smile as he extends his arms out for a hug. “Hi.”

“Hi Joost.” you take the step to hug him, feeling his body heat contrast with the cold nighttime. “I’m glad you’re here.” the two of you head inside to your living room where he empties his bag of take out to reveal a couple different thai dishes and egg rolls. It was hard to not admit you weren’t at least a little bit hungry.

The two of you ate in mostly silence, making small talk about different projects you two have going on, or the fact that the two of you were in between projects. He done with touring for the time being and in the process of working on a new album. You loosely avoiding talking about any current work plans but mentioned one or two paintings you finished for a private gallery commission last month.

“ Just some paintings of animals and nature-ish symbolism. Honestly my heart wasn’t really in that one, but it payed the rent so.” you shrug and shove noodles into your mouth.

“Well now you have the time to work on your own stuff, right?” he commented, leaning back into your couch and looking down at you sitting on the floor instead of any of your own furniture. “Draw whatever your heart desires.”

“I mean I guess.. Im just glad to be done with the oil paints for now. I swear i think I was gonna die in my studio from all the chemicals. I dunno, I finished that whole project last month, I haven’t really been very productive since then.” you trail off and Joost gets a concerned expression on his face.

He sinks down from his spot of the couch to join you in the floor. The fluffy rug brushing against his legs as he adjusts his new sitting position.

“Its okay to take a break, you know.”

“I know I know, I just get frustrated. I never seem to have my energy directed towards the right thing. Whenever I have all those big projects from other contractors, I can brainstorm and think of all these interesting ideas I wanna work on, but I can’t because then I would get behind on the art Im being paid to do.”

“mhm.” he nods, to indicate he’s following along.

“ And then whenever Im done with those projects, I just get… tired. and my focus is gone. and Everything just feels…” you gesture the last bit with your hands, scrambling your fingers, to imply your thoughts. You aren’t looking at him, but you can still see him nodding in your peripherals. Joost always seemed to understand your thinking and explanations to things, even if you thought they were messy.

“Do you want to try painting right now?” he asks. you just shrug your shoulders.

“I don’t know what I would paint.”

“You can paint our dinner, or, or yourself, or your plants maybe?” he suggested and stands up. “Can I paint too?”

“Oh we’re actually doing this?” Not that you didn’t want to, but this self doubt had creeped into your mind again. That failing to produce something decent would prove that you’ve lost all your talent, your skill.

“yea we can have a little painting party!” he chimed, but he hesitated walking over to your studio to grab stuff, still giving you the space to reject his idea.

you looked away and started nervously tapping your fork against the table.

tap tap tap tap

“…sure. We can use my watercolors, Ive been wanting to use them more often anyway.”

the coffee table became a little more cluttered as you set up the paints for the two of you. Joost using an old set 24 pans and you using a newer set of watercolor tubes you were gifted last year and never opened. You watched as Joost immediately dipped his brush in water and started activating the blue paints, spreading it onto his paper in big random strokes.

“what are you painting?”

“not sure yet, maybe im painting you.” he looks up and smirks. you scrunch your nose up.

“why are you using so much blue. am I a smurf?” you joke and he just shrugs and points to your own paper.

“Just mess around, can’t be any worse than what im doing.”

tap tap tap tap tap tap

you fidget with your own brush for a few seconds lo get before grabbing a big mop brush and wetting your paper with clean water. Taking your smaller brush again, you pour out a small amount of yellow and mix it up with some more water. You hesitate for a moment longer before letting the brush lightly touch the surface, creating a burst of colour on the paper as the colour seeps onto the page. You make a few more random marks before switching to another warm colour and repeating the process, now watching the colours bleeds and mix into each other. You look at Joost paper and see that he is actually now trying to paint you, the blue fortunately was able to be mostly contained to the background.

“Do you ever think about what you would do if you weren’t a musician?” you ask.

“I dunno I think after this I could have a pretty successful art career.” he teases but sees in your face the question is more serious. “I don’t know. I started off with youtube, but if I wasn’t doing that… its hard to think about what my life would be like if I didn’t follow this path.”

“I always have this feeling deep down, that I made a wrong choice somewhere along the line. I was thinking about going to school for psychology, I also wanted to work with animals at one point, be a vet. I enjoy art, don’t get me wrong, but I just worry that in making it my job Ive just drained all the passion I had for it.”

You let the paper dry before staining the page with lines of dark burgundy, creating hands and a human heart. he hums as he listens, not adding anything, but simply letting you vent. beginning to piece together your mood from earlier. “I don’t have any jobs lined up right now, which is what Ive been waiting for, to work on my own stuff, yknow? I haven’t had the time ive wanted to make something for myself for a while. But now I just feel, I feel like ive been frozen.”

“things seem to be okay right now. I like what youve made. ” you look down and see the scribbles youve made with your paint. hands clasped over a broken heart. you shrug and smile softly, signing the bottom.

“Just a scribble, you can have it if you want.” You hand the paper over to him. “thank you for coming by, its… its nice being around you. Helps a bit.”

Joost takes the paper and studies it for a second. “I really like it, maybe I should come by more often.”

“If you bring the food we can have art nights whenever you want.” he holds up his paper. The blue bleeding into your skintone and hair since he didn’t wait for anything to properly dry. “I might stick to my ipad though, I don’t know why you like this paint.” he scrunches his nose at it. you laugh and it makes him smile.

You notice for the first time how bright his eyes look when he smiles, but you brush the thought away.

-

“Feeling a bit better?” he asks as he lingers by the door on his way out.

“a bit. like I said It was just a mood, I was gonna be fine tomorrow most likely… I still appreciate you coming over.”

“Don’t ever be afraid to call or text okay? Im always here to talk if you need. or just to listen.”

“definitely. Ive been meaning to uh, talk to someone about all this stuff anyway, you’re not a professional but ill keep it in mind.”

he grins and goes in for one last hug. you feel him slightly squeeze you and linger a little longer than usual before letting go. With one last glance he waves and head off. You see him pull out a cigarette for the walk back. It takes you a second to close the door. standing there watching him walk off until he turns a corner and disappears. Closing the door you sigh and go the clean up your living room.

You notice he left the portrait he drew of you. signed at the bottom with a smiley face next to his name.

It gets hung up in your studio above your desk.

[o-sunny-day]

Oh right. The other one.

CW: Undertale rant/analysis

Ive played Undertale- hundreds of times. and lately ive reflected on how the game is supposed to make you feel IN THE MOMENT- since ive kinda forgotten a lot of that. Because of the aforementioned ✨“hundreds of times”✨

Everything ofc still feels just as captivating, but nothings surprising because im not playing it from the perspective of someone who has absolutely no idea whats going to happen next. Sometimes I overlook and forget how the little details are supposed to make you feel/think about the characters. Like how Undyne is implied to be an abusive boss. After you get to know her, then replay, you hear how Papyrus talks about her at first, and see their interaction as you enter Waterfall, and you completely understand!

But BEFORE- youre like “oooohhh she’s threatening him-“

On this topic, I rewatched some playthroughs, and saw their first reactions to geno papyrus death, and I realized. that this room placement. IS SO COOL!!!!

Normally its like- yep! I just befriended/beat papyrus, time to continue on my way- oo hi sans! sure, ill go to Grillbys with you! Even on replays, you’re not really excepting him in any room hes in, im just like “oh yep, theres the man.”

But when you kill Papyrus for the first time, usually on a geno route. That same thing kicks in. You’re not predicting him to be there cause youre focused on the room youre in currently, but when you GET THERE youre like “oh yeah and thats where Sans is” but he’s NOT THERE and you stop for a millisecond and go “oh, no yeah, that makes sense.”

…the silence doesn’t help either.

Its worse that he’s all over the underground too, not just in the start of Waterfall. Even not seeing him in front of the mtt resort is just a slap in the face 😭

If youve gotten to the phase of killing people on purpose to see what will happen, youve also gotten to the phase of KNOWING theres gonna be consequences, so Sans not being there shoudnt hit as hard as it does BUT IT DOES (at least for me)

The typical reactions to Monster death in general that you cant avoid are Undyne and Sans’ speeches, and neutral run phonecalls. DIALOGUE. things that appear because of what you did. But with Sans its not what he does or says (up until the judgment hall) its what he doesn’t do.

He doesn’t bother to show up, to say anything to you because what is there to say??? Ignoring how personal it is for a sec- Sans knows this isnt your first time playing, but doesn’t comment on it (much). Right now he still believes the anomaly just wants to be happy, so gives the benefit of the doubt.

That is until you kill the dude that is impossible to kill on accident, or argue in self defense.

Now Sans knows the anomaly just wants to know what will happen. Doesn’t care if its bad or not, they’re just curious, so theres no point.

STILL he wants them to reset and do something ELSE so he halfway pleads with them in the judgment hall to rethink what they’ve done. The fact that he asks an answerable question feels important to me, like hes searching for something, ANY reason. But maybe hes trying to make you see that- there was no reason. Youre DUMB and you should RESET because- WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS????

What I also find really powerful even on replays, is the silence after he drops lines like this. Especially the judgment hall question. Sometimes I do sit there and soak in the silence like- “jesus. Yeah, why DID i do that?”

My main point of this entire thing is, I LOVE this game, I LOVE Papyrus and his impact on the game even when he isnt there, and I wish I could play it for the first time again, and fall in love with it all over again, but alas, hitting myself with a rock to screw up my memory only works 17% of the time,

so im happy enough sticking with changing my perspective, and taking a moment to remember what it felt like to accidentally kill toriel and realize your actions have consequences, to beat Undyne the Undying, to hug Asriel, to hear that Undertale was getting a “sequel”, and to hear that dreaded line, “Then why did you kill my brother.” all for the first time again.

[starlightsuffered]

This could be the same reader in School Parking Lot where its her turn to play out a fantasy with kyle and her fantasy is cnc. Theres a lot of planning and dressing up going on but they would both the payoff 😊 (maybe a student-teacher role or a boss employee role where reader gets dicked down to heaven hehe)

School Parking Lot (part 2)

Into - new kink, roleplay, cnc, infidelity kink, age play, dom Timothée, playing boss and employee

I waited in my office, staring at the clock. Ever since Y/n and I had tried out my rather unorthodox kink, our dialogue about such things had opened up immensely. I was thankful she had finally felt comfortable enough to share with me one of her desires.

I had always thought I wouldn’t engage in the corporate life but it turned out to be pretty lucrative. I’d risen through the ranks easily. This meant I had an office to use for her interest. Of course I made sure it was after hours.

“You wanted to see me Mr. Scheible?” She said demurely, playing her part perfectly.

“I think you know,” I began, pulling down my sleeves sharply, “That I have a wife.”

“Yes sir, I have organised many vacations for you two and she often calls the office to check on you,” she recited, fiddling with her pencil skirt.

“So you know I’m bound to someone, that I should only find them attractive, that when I have sex, only their image should cross my mind. For better or for worse?”

“Yes Sir,” she nodded meekly.

“Come here,” I demanded, but didn’t give her the chance to move. Instead, I covered the space between us quickly with my long legs. I grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her over to the set of drawers I kept.

“Open it,” I snarled.

“K-Kyle?” She asked. The tremble in her voice made my knees weak. I wanted to ruin her.

“Open. It.”

She pulled open the drawer and looked down in confusion at dozens of boxers. I hadn’t told her about this part. I was giddy with anticipation.

“What is this?” She asked me. She had turned to me now. Her adorable petal pink lips formed an o. She had her head tipped to the side.

“These are the spare boxers I keep around. I have to keep them here because every time I see that plump little ass in a skirt I get hard. Before I know it I’m busting buckets of cum thinking about taking that tight body and stretching you around my thick cock.”

“Ohhhh,” she let out a shaky breath. I could tell she loved the spin.

“Y-you touch yourself thinking about me. E-even though you’re married?” She asked me.

“Absolutely,” I growled. “Now bend over.”

“Bend over?” The quaver of fear in her voice was perfection.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this, like you haven’t been thinking about this too,” I whisper to her, my large hand curving around her neck.

“I d-don’t, you’re my boss, you’re married,” she exclaimed. She played her part well but I could see the lust and desire in her eyes. This spurred me to grab her. I knew she wanted bruises so I squeezed harder. I spun her.

“No please!” She yelled. Hearing her scream no did give me pause. I had to remind myself we’d planned this and she hadn’t said her safe word. All the same, I loosened my grip slightly.

“Stop resisting,” I snarled. I ripped down her skirt and the tiny pink lace panties. She was quite literally dripping down her thighs. I let out a lewd grunt of pleasure.

“Liar liar,” I hummed in a sing song voice. I slowly dragged my fingers through her slick folds. I felt her melting into the touch she knew so well.

“If you don’t want this, why are you soaking wet little girl?” I whispered in my ear. I made sure she could hear it loud and clear as I sloppily licked her cunt juice off my fingers.

“I’m going to take what I’ve wanted for so long,” I told her.

“P-please sir, Mr. Scheible, y-your wife,” she tried to reason with me but I just chuckled.

“Yes my wife, you won’t tell her a thing. It will feel good to stuff my cock in something young and tight,” I purred.

“Fuck,” I heard her whisper. I grinned, that wasn’t part of our script and it told me she was loving this.

I undid my belt and caught her rubbing her thighs together when she heard the jingle. I slapped her ass and she let out a giggle of excitement. Finally, with a grunt, I sheathed my throbbing cock inside her.

“Oh fuck yeah!” I groaned as my hips began to go wild. I was snapping them so hard I wondered if I’d hit her cervix. I pushed her down further over the drawers. My hands grabbing at her hips.

“You love my cock don’t you? Feels so good to take married cock. It’s so wrong but you’re so fucking wet,” I moaned. She was making small submissive sound every time I plunged into her.

“S-so wrooooong,” she wailed in pleasure. The schlicking of my dick in her cunt was addictive.

“Suck my wedding ring,” I order her. I didn’t let her answer before I shoved my fingers in her mouth. Like a perfect slut she salivated all over my fingers. Her tongue lapped at the fake wedding ring.

“Fuck you’re tight, you squeeze my cock so much better than my wife,” I exclaimed.

“I’m trying sir, I’m trying,” she moaned as she shoved herself back on my dick, our bodies meeting over and over. This was heavenly.

“So good at taking cock even thought you’re so young,” I gasped.

“How young am I?” She dared to asked.

“Barely eighteen, fuuuuuck,” I groaned. I pulled her up so I could kiss her neck. I was absolutely obsessed with this woman who let me do such depraved things and didn’t blink an eye.

I was hammering inside her. I felt myself nearing the edge. I couldn’t wait to spill my cum inside her. She was so fucking sexy.

“You going to take my cheating load?” I whispered to her.

“Don’t cum inside me, you aren’t wearing protection!” She cried.

“I’m going to, I’m going to put my spunk inside your tight pussy and there’s nothing you can do about it,” I heaved in her ear. I used my body to press her down. She cried out in euphoria as I used a hand to roughly circle her clit while slamming inside her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she squealed. I released inside her. Her pussy clamped down on me as I painted her insides white.

Slowly, I pulled out of her and we sunk to the floor. I held her in my arms and kissed her sweaty temple over and over.

“You’re not bad, it’s just a kink,” she reminded me, worried the dom drop would settle.

“Just pretend,” I agreed and kissed her fingers.

“That was so hot, thank you for trusting me and doing that,” she said softly.

“I love you baby,” I told her.

“I love you too,” she agreed. Then she was giggling.

“What?” I asked.

“You know how to wipe a camera?” She asked.

“Why?” I questioned in confusion.

“Look,” she pointed up to a security camera in the room.

“Shit.”

[thesuperiorrobin]

𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞~

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: mentions of blood, slight cursing, might not be accurate to real ice hockey so I apologize in advance.Damian being a demon on the ice, I wrote Damian OOC, mostly likely, he’s just in love

Damian looks flawless in ice, I’m just going to put that out there. I know he would.

He gets a bit carried away, ramming people up against the walls. That’s what he’s known for when he’s on the ice so the other team tries to stay far away from him, but also try to take the puck from him. Never really works out.

Always get penalized for it too and put in penalty for 2-5 minutes. Is pissed off at that for no reason.

The MAIN reason why his team wins. (Most of the time)

Really loyal to his team. If the opposite side ‘accidentally’ hurts his teammates he’s the first one to skate over to them. Might throw the first punch but it depends 🤷‍♀️ (100% will throw the punch no matter what :))

He gets hurt a lot. Whether it’s him digging with other or simply ramming into thing to hard , theres bound to be blood, a lots of it sometimes. But he always comes back with bandages around the wounds or maybe stitches.

If he does get hurt he puts out a little signal that only you know telling you he’s okay.

His signal in telling you that he’s going to make a goalie and dedicate it to you is literally stopping right in front of you and placing his gloved fist on the clear barricade, giving you a grin.

Buys you the tickets to go to his game. You never miss one. That’s because he says your his lucky charm during the games. That’s why his team wins all the time.

First row right next to his team where he can keep an eye one you and hold small conversations before it’s his time to go back on the ice

Likes to show off.

A lot. Only does it to impress you 

Gives you the puck he made a goalie and won with (is that allowed?)

The crowds get louder and louder as the seconds count down. You're anxious and you don't know why. Damian’s team and the opposing team are tied with points. You’ve noticed Damian’s actions get more violent as time goes on. The more violent he got the more penalties he got which is a time out on the benches. Which means the other team gets a chance at scoring a point without Damian roughly ramming them against the wall. You’re cheering him on as he glides against the ice, but soon find yourself taking a break from the yelling.

Your eyes follow his figure as he glides against the ice, hockey stick in hand as he moves the puck back and forth against the base of the stick. There’s another figure coming for him, one from the opposing team. You cringe, knowing what’s about to happen to the poor person.

Lucky it wasn’t another penalty, but you would hear the crowd gasp witnessing the sight for what seemed like the nth time in less than twenty minutes. But, every time he did get a penalty and put in the penalty box, or as you call it the time out box, you can’t help but laugh. Knowing that Damian was put out for being rough much like how a small toddler would be put in the corner for not listening at all. It was always such a funny sight. Damian rams into the person hard, knocking him down.

“OH!” Dick says from behind you “that’s gotta hurt!” You know he wasn’t talking to you but you hum and nod. Dick and the others know first hand how rough he can be, having been practicing with him last time it didn’t end will with. “I think he gave him a concussion” Tim was also behind you sitting next to Dick, while Jason was no where to be seen.

‘Probably went to go shove his face with food’

Despite being on the other team you feel bad for them and the bruises they’ll be getting the following day. Not to mention the sore body’s they’ll have to work through. You’ve been sitting in the same spot for more than an hour with each game period being at least twenty minutes long, with fifteen minute breaks. Maybe they were shorter but you really couldn’t tell.

Damian misses his shot by a few inches away from the goalie, not being able to stop in time he slams himself up against the wall, the people behind it cover their mouths out of shock and you slap your forehead, shaking your head as you watch him brush it off and continue to play. However, his coach calls him out to replace him with another teammate. He compiles but has a sour look on his face, once he reaches the dry ground he throws his stick. Clearly angry and frustrated all you could do is watch for a while as he takes off his helmet, hair slightly damp from the sweat—giving him helmet hair, all messy and pointing in different directions. It makes you laugh a little. But your sudden mood changes quickly as he sits down head in his hands—running over his sweaty black locks. You don’t think twice as you tap on the screen that keeps his and your row apart.

Damian has good hearing with a small sound so it wasn’t hard to hear you tapping away. He turns to your directions, giving you a small nod. You frown and tilt your head down a little and he rolls his eyes knowing what you're implying and gives you a forced smile. You give him a thumbs up as he scoffs, he watches carefully as you pull out your phone and type away. His eyes never leave you until you place your phone, screen side up against the clear glass divider. Green eyes squinting as he reads away:

‘don’t worry. You got the next goal. I know it!’

That sentence alone makes his heart swell. Damian takes off his right gloves and pats his chest—right where his heart would be two times. A way of saying he appreciate the small gesture.

You take your phone off the glass and erase the previous sentence replacing it with a new one—placing it back on the glass: ‘Have a plan for when you get back on the ice? He quickly reads and nods his head. At least he has a plan, you thought and place your phone back in your pocket. Hands shaking for the cold and lack of warmth you had for them considering the fact that you had forgotten your mittens at home. You focus your attention back on the game. The opposite team ahead by one point— but Damian’s team can do good without him for a while.

He’s out for about half of the game until his coach decides to replace him with another one of his teammates. He taps on the glass to get your attention and once he has it, he Winks at you before making his way back on the ice.

“So are they losing or what?” A familiar voice says beside you and you turn your head, Jason takes his seat next to you with two cups in his hand. “Where the hell have you been?”

“The line for hot chocolate got long” he hands you one “I got you one too, know you stressing over the Demon playing Disney on ice right now” the warm drink warms up your hands a little.

“Thanks. That’s nice of you Jason” You ignore the comment and he hums before he takes a sip of his one drink, eyes scanning the ice before he yells out with the audience. Someone from the Damian team made a shot and they’re tied with the other team.

You go back to cheering him on, the warm drink soothing your throat from all the yelling earlier. It’s later forgotten as you place the half empty cup on the ground right beside your foot— watching the minutes pass by quickly like seconds.

Your heart skips a beat, and not in a good way when the other team shoots their shot but thankfully they fail. With time becoming shorter and shorter it was only a matter of time before Damian took matters into his own hands and his teammates are quick to learn to stay out of it when the time was cutting short and they were off by a point or two, or in this case tied, They had faith in him and so did you.

The seat is now cold from your absence, you’re up on your feet cheering and screaming right along with his brothers who seem to be cheering louder than you. Your eyes glued to Damian as you try to keep up with his figure. He has the puck, sliding it back and forth against the curve of his stick once more.

You don’t have time to think—especially when his helmet makes a horrible sound right up against the clear barrier as one of the players from the opposite team slams into him harshly. Right in front of you as you flinch back. Cheering can be heard from the opposite side of the ice rink which is where the other team supporters were.

Your side falls silent, few gasps and murmurs could be heard. Damian’s back up on his feet, his gloved fist pressed up against the clear barrier. His eyes locked on yours with a glint of mischief and something else. One of those grins grace his lips, one that makes you smile as he waved at you before he leaves.

He’s much faster this time and it makes you think if he was slacking off all this time—or maybe it was the adrenaline that runs high in his veins with these last few minutes. He was going to make a goal, dedicating it to you. Your body feels warm and your heart skips.

“ Ohh~ I know that look” Jason teases from beside you, Dick and Tim are leaning down giving you cheeky grins.

You roll your eyes trying to hide the smile that tries to form itself on your lips “I don’t know what you mean.” You play stupid as you glance back at the game.

fifty seconds left of the last game, everyone seemed to be cheering and calling out those who were on the ice. Damian pays no mind to his teammates as they let him do what he needs to do. You cheer for him, calling out his name. Despite there being hundreds of others yelling out at the same time his mind blocks them out, every single one of them but you. they get louder the minute he gets ahold of the puck swiftly, quickly making his way to the goalie.

His main priority was to get the puck around the goaltender and into the net. He was doing this all for you and you knew that. Those fifty seconds go by quickly, as if you’ve blinked and when you open your eyes ten seconds we’re now left. Everyone counted down, even you. It felt like time went slower once it hit that five second mark, you’ve quiet yourself down and the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You watch Damian has he left up his stick and takes a hit.

Pointing and loud gasp could be seen and heard, half of the ice rink goes quiet—as if the loudness would mess up his plan. Right as the Puck glides under the goaltender and into the net the timer makes a sound—indicating that the game is now over and Damian scores a point, officially breaking the tie. Relief washes over you, hands thrown in the air as a yell of excitement leaves you as Damian’s brothers cheer alongside you. The other side slouches, defeated as your side basically rubs it in their fasts by how loud they were being, but you didn’t care.

A win is a win.

You can see Damian, as he is pulled into a group hug by the rest of his team, some patting his pack and some patting his helmet and shoving it gently as a gesture. The part you don’t notice is him escaping from the group and skating to the Net where he had thrown the puck before he picked it up, waving it in the air like some sort of trophy—however, in this context, it was. He shows it off with pride, making his way towards you.

With a loud yelp you’re picked up by the others, Jason, Dick, and Tim, as they lift you up until you're basically above the spectating glass. Your lover stands below on the other side with his arm stretched out high, he waits. With the help of the others, they hold on to you as you lean done and over the glass.

Your own arm stretches down as you grasp the puck in your hand. His gloves are now off and so is his helmet, his hair pointing in all directions much like earlier when he was away on a penalty, his warm hand grasping yours with the puck still in your hand

“I did that just for you, habibti!” Eyes glistening, you Can’t really tell if it’s from his sweat or his love for you.

“I know!” You laugh “I love you!”

“And I too, love you!” The crowd fills itself with loud cheers and small ‘awes’, watching the sight of the son that belonged to billionaire Bruce Wayne was a rare sight to see, considering how he would rather keep private about his relationship with you.

His warm lips connected to the coldness of your knuckles , making a mental note to bring an extra pair of gloves just for you in the future.

“If you lean down further you’re going to eat shit”

“shush I’m having a moment here”

“just saying”

Tried to make it as accurate as possible bc, again I know nothing about ice hockey. I had googled the rules and watched videos

And god knows how many references pictures I tried to find about hockey. Probably spend like an hour trying to find them just to draw Damian :|

I will be taking a short break from writing requests just bc school is starting in like a few days or so. So I can get my life together and actually have time to mentally prepare myself and fix my schedule seeing as I’ve been up most night until 6 am and waking up at 2pm.

[beenbaanbuun]

j have to say i love the way u write jongho so badddd ALL OF UR POSTS R SO GRRFFGGGRGDGD

anyways while we’re here… what if 🧍pt 2 of 🧍the 🧍pool fic 🧍🧍

he was so cute there 🙁🙁 (AUUGHHHGHGHGHVC) if not tho i would like to request more awkward/loser jongho he is real and has my whole heart 😞😞

thank u for writing in general tho u eat tf up everytime

okay so i am planning a part 2 to the pool fic!!!! but it’s not written yet… BUT!!!!!!!!! here is more awkward jongho for your viewing pleasure :D

(also those photos of him… your honour i love him. he’s so silly 😓)

words - 1.7k

genre - suggestive/nsfw

warnings - loser!jongho, jongho is thinking thoughts about the reader, slight dom!reader/sub!jongho, teasing, reader calls jongho good boy…, public touching off peen but also no one can tell, i think that’s it??

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if jongho were an artist then you would be his muse. right in this moment, he can find a million things he would love to replicate in oils. everything from the way your delicately painted fingernails pick at a ball of lint on your skirt to the print of lipgloss left on the half-empty coffee mug deserves to be immortalised on canvas. the fact that it's only the first date should make him feel insane, but all he can think is that perhaps if things progress between the both of you, he'll be able to find a million more things to admire.

"i like your shirt," you smile, the world immediately seeming brighter as you do. he smiles back, although it feels a bit forced. not because he doesn't want to smile back--god, just sitting here and looking at you makes him want to do nothing *but* smile--but because he feels he can do nothing but sit and stare in awe, slack jawed and eyes wide. "i haven't seen you wear that one in class before.”

that sets his face on fire, painting his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. you notice him in lectures? not just that but you notice what he wears? he casts an eye down towards the shirt that's slung loosely over his plain black t-shirt. he'd figured it was far too formal just to wear to class but if you like it... well, maybe dressing up a little more wouldn't be too much of an issue. when he looks back up, he immediately forgets what the shirt looks like, his brain flooded once more with the image of you.

"thank you… i like your shirt too," he repeats your compliment back to you, unsure of what else he should say. of course, theres so many things more that he likes than just the flimsy piece of fabric that adorns your top half, but despite the poems and soliloqies hes writing in his head, its hard to get the words out. he settles for your shirt; its easy to compliment you on that when the words have already been said by you.

"youve seen it before, though," you giggle, and his heart does a little dance in his chest. if only everything could sound as sweet as you. if he could hear you every day for the rest of his life, hes sure thered be nothing to be miserable about ever again. you bite your lower lip to stifle the sound, and he can’t quite work out how he feels about that. he wants to hear you more, but just the sight of your teeth sinking into that pink fleshy pillow is enough to make his heart trip and stumble down several flights of stairs.

holy fuck.

of course, he’s spent hours studying your face before now, sitting in lectures picking out each feature and coming up with a million and one reasons as to why he adores them. your lips are something he’s already committed to memory, the colour, the shape, the way they look wrapped around the neck of the water bottle you bring to every lecture. this is the first time he’s seen them in this light though. up close, being tugged upon by your teeth in such a manner that he can’t help but let his mind wander to some less than savoury places.

he swallows down the saliva that had begun to gather upon his tongue; he’s a gentleman and these thoughts really shouldn’t be in the forefront of his mind right now. he shouldn’t be wondering how you look on top of him, hips swaying back and forth with your lip tucked away to stifle your moans. he tries to pull his eyes away to stifle his overactive imagination, but when they land on your thighs instead, he gives up. he’s a gentleman, he can have a normal conversation while his mind runs wild with the fantasies of what he’d do to you if you were in his bed.

“it’s still a pretty shirt,” his voice is quiet, yet it still somehow manages to crack. it’s humiliating, of course it is, but it’s made even worse when the pretty sound of your laughter starts up again. it still sounds like wind chimes on an autumn day, but this time he can feel the bitter breeze that rings them nipping at his skin. he doesn’t blame you for laughing at him; he would too. in fact, he probably would’ve laughed the second he asked you out on this date if he were in your shoes. why would someone as perfect as you even bother to look at someone like him?

he’s half expecting some cruel jest from you. a little joke you make at his expense just to make yourself feel better about this weird guy you’ve found yourself on a date with. he can take it, he tells himself; it’s what he assumed would happen anyway.

but instead he hears the scrape of a mug being pushed across the table, your mouth silent except for the biting giggles that still flow freely from it. he looks up to your face once more only to see anything but the animosity he was expecting. a kind toothy grin paired with your wide eyes that he fell in love with the very first time he spotted you. you look kind, not at all like the image he’d been painting in his head. it’s a relief and the invisible noose that had been slowly tightening around his neck loosens. he can breathe again, knowing that nothing has changed from when he first set foot in the cafe, despite his body’s attempt to sabotage him.

“here,” your voice is warm, just like it always is. if your laughter is a wind chime on a cool autumn day, then your voice is most certainly the crackling fire that awaits him inside. “you finished your drink but it sounds like you need another. you can have mine, i’ll go and grab anotherfor myself.”

you begin to lift yourself from your chair, and before he even realises what he’s doing a demanding, “no,” comes from jongho. you pause, eyes flickering over to him in question. he shakes his head, more at himself than to you, yet you seem to respond, sitting yourself back down on the seat without little complaint. so obedient, he notices, although the thought is quickly pushed away by the shame he still feels. he takes a sip of your drink to soothe his throat. “i’ll get you one in a moment,” he forces his words out, “i’ve taken yours, i’m not going to make you buy a new one for yourself.”

“i don’t mind,” you say softly as jongho takes another sip, “you can just buy me something on our next date!”

and just like that, jongho’s mind just… stops. he forgets what it means to breathe, the oxygen hitching in his throat as he inhaled through his nose. the liquid his mouth refuses to slide down his neck with ease, catching right at the entrance to his throat and making him cough. he splutters, the rest of the coffee expelling itself from his mouth and flying all over his own lap. “shit,” he murmurs, hands flying into action to clean himself up, only for more coffee to slosh ungracefully over the side of the cup, “fucking hell!”

“jongho!” he can't even blink before you’re there at his side, kneeling on the cold wood floor of the cafe with a napkin in hand. it’s like you’re not even thinking when you begin to dab at his stomach with the cloth, touching his tummy so gently that it sends tingles up and down his spine. his hands fly immediately to the arms of his chair and he clings onto them for dear life.

it’s worse when your hand travels a little further south, grazing the waistband of his jeans. he squeezes his eyes shut as you pat the damp material, not sparing a single second to consider what having your hand so close to his cock might be doing to his sanity. he can feel it stirring, his underwear becoming tighter and tighter with each passing second. there’s nothing he can do about it other than hope you don’t notice—

“oh,” your hand falls limp against his thigh as your gaze locks onto the quite obvious bulge that he’s sporting. of course he is, what else would you expect when you sit there rubbing at his almost-crotch? sure, you were just trying to be helpful but now jongho is hard and it’s not like he could exactly help it.

he watches you intently as your gaze shifts to his face, looking even more beautiful from this close up. you’re mere inches away; if he were to just bend down a little, he could snag your lips in a kiss. he so badly wants to, however, he can’t imagine it would help his case at all.

“you’re hard,” you whisper to him.

he nods.

“i am,” he doesn’t know what else to say. you caught him and that’s that. what, is he supposed to deny it? how can he when your hand lays just ever-so-slightly left of the evidence.

“is it my fault?” the corner of your mouth twitches into a sly smirk, letting jongho know that you already know the answer. nevertheless, he nods, gulping down the lump that’s beginning to form in his throat. “sorry, i didn’t quite hear that.”

“yes,” he hisses out through gritted teeth, “it’s your fault.” you smile at him, beautiful and dangerous.

“so i guess that means i should fix it, right?” you hand shifts the tiniest bit, catching the edge of his erection with your finger tip. he winces, body twitching in reaction to your cruel maneuver. for someone so sweet, it seems you have a bit of a mean streak. jongho can hardly complain; you look hot sitting by his feet as you tease him. damn his shyness, honestly. if it wasn’t for that, he’d love nothing more than to show you who’s in charge. for now, though, he guesses he can let you have your fun.

“please,” he sighs as you apply a little more pressure to his bulge. to anyone else, it might just look like you’re an overly attentive girlfriend dabbing at the spilt coffee; to jongho you look like the picture of filth.

“good boy,” you whisper to him, and despite jongho’s own preference for dominance, he has to admit that those words sound so pretty coming from you. a shiver makes its way up his spine. “meet me in the bathroom in 5.”

[ssahotchnerr]

girl dad aaron telling your little girl he wont make it to one of her ballet shows because theres a possibility he wont get back from a case in time but the whole team worka twice as hard to solve the case as quickly as possible so he (and the whole team tbh) can make it!!! ur daughter is sad but when she sees daddy and all her aunts and uncles she gets SO happy🥺

🥺🥺🥺 the bau was called out for the case early in the weekend, so aaron was fairly confident they would be able to resolve it by the end of the following week, just in time for saturday's recital. but omg the team soon learned the unsub had a partner, so they obviously have to find the partner, and it just prolongs the case even more :((((

aaron tries to stay hopeful, but by the end of the week, it's still not looking good 🥺🥺🥺 UGH aaron's heart just drops and that night, he has to make that very very sad phone call home that he may not be able to attend :((( just in case :(((((

and baby girl understands, veryyy early on the two of you explained to your daughter that her daddy has a very important job and saves lots and lots of people, but that means that sometimes he won't always be home, or won't be home for the very fun things :( he wishes more than anything he could, but sadly it's something that can't be controlled :(

so aaron apologizes (a ton😭), says that it could always be filmed for him so he can see it when he gets home, and that he'll take her out to do something fun too :( that lifts her spirits a little bit, and she says okay🥺 but aaron could still hear the disappointment in her tiny voice :( ugh it just breaks his heart - he knew how excited she was, whenever he picked her up from ballet, it was all she could talk about, all she could talk about at home. and the dad guilt kicks in even more :((((

so the next morning, the team notices aaron is a bit down :( and once they learn the reason why - penelope especially 😭 - they're like yeah no we're GETTING you home if it's the last thing we do. SO everyone is working a more urgently, they even pull an all nighter just to use that extra time 🥹, and it pays off!!!! friday night the partner is finally located and once the local pd officially takes over, everyone is booking it to the jet for a red eye flight home 😭. and aaron is 🥹 so so so thankful and they make it there just in time <333

and when baby girl hotchner sees her daddy and all her aunties and uncles 🥹🥹🥹🥹 :DDDDDD happy doesn't even begin to describe it. her whole face lights up and she throws her teeny arms around aaron as much as she can manage and is all, "you're here!!!!!!!!!!" :DDDD while she was still excited to perform, she was soo sad her daddy wouldn't be there - she was kinda iffy about going on that stage entirely, she even cried a bit over it the night before :( but now the hesitation is long gone and she goes on to do her very very best and everyone is so proud of her 🥹 especially her daddy hehe 🥰💓💓 who had a grin on his face the wholeeee time <333 and definitely teared up a bit 🥹

[macsimagines]

Can i ask for some nsfw headcanons for Alpha Izana, Rindou and Koko?

(Thank you for this request, I think I like ABO smut stuff more than yandere theres just not a big enough fanbase. I oughta add in a hybrid au too! -Ms.Mac)

Yandere! Alpha Izana

He meets you at the orphanage and basically imprints. Your soft sweet scent and pretty doe eyes, something in Izana (that he doesn't really understand) tells him that you belong to him.

(I know not everyone likes this trope buuut) You're his fated mate, he realizes years later when he finds you again. And now he understands why as a kid you belonged to him.

No one was allowed to play with you and you weren't allowed to smell like anyone else.

Now that he's finally presented and he can smell the omega on you he stakes his claim.

You're very willing of course, something in you always wanted Izana back, but something about the way he tells you you're never going to leave him doesn't exactly encourage you.

You build a nest in his den though, make sure its so nice and pretty, and Izana is doing everything to protect you. He has guards watching his place and Kakucho is standing guard right outside.

Knots you a few times before bonding you. It had to be perfect and you had to be saturated in his scent before he could really mark you.

When he bites you feel everything coming from his; Possession, Obsession, crazed fixated, no one can have you no one will take you

It'll be alright. It has to be. Your fated couldn't possibly be bad right?

Yandere! Alpha Rindou

You're the cute Omega next door that he's been enthralled with ever since you moved in.

The second he saw you he thought you were the most perfect innocent thing on the planet. The second he smelled you he knew you were his.

Tells his brother he's staking his claim. He knows you're the one and he wants you to be his alone. His brother allows it (Because he's got his own omega he's been thinking about)

Is marking his territory and now your apartment door smells like him. So does your clothes and all the appliances he's borrowed from you.

His brother asks you to go over and check on him since Rindou 'wasn't feeling well' but you're shocked when you show up (with soup and medicine) and he's in full rut.

Pretty baby let him have you, for whatever reason his rut addled brain makes him try to court you first? He's literally taking you in his arms and showing you his den.

He's shoving all his pillows and blankets at you giving you a plushy he's been saving for you, even bring out all the food in his fridge.

Pretty much an archaic tactic at showing a mate that an alpha can provide safety, comfort and food.

Then he's crooning deep and proud for you, like its a serenade, and you really fall hard for it all.

You tell him you'll help him with his heat just this once since he's borderline feral, but what you don't know if every load you take and every knot he gives you is just sinking you further and further as his.

When this is all over you're not going back home.

Yandere!Alpha Koko

Thank fuck an alpha on this list that knows how to court.

He knows he's not the strongest, and he knows he's not suavest, guy on the planet, but what he is; A provider.

You never need to worry about paying for food or clothes. He's got you. Your nest is filled with materials he bought (and thoroughly scented)

And he even payed for that very pretty and very expensive collar around your throat. Its basically an engagement ring and a big statement that says this Omega is spoken for.

Koko makes sure you have only name brand everything. Even appliances (and hidden cameras you don't know about shhhh)

Such a good Alpha. He even supports you when you suddenly loose your job? They won't tell you why, but you're fired now. You also can't seem to get another one no matter how hard you try!

Now you have to move out of your apartment, but its ok! Koko to the rescue. His pent house is big enough for you two (and many many pups)

Well since you're hear you two need to talk bonding and marriage.

"I know it's scary baby, but it's the next natural step. I mean we're practically bonded now."

He owns you if it isn't perfectly clear already.

The way he knots you and scents you and just completely destroys you in the "perfect nest" you made kinda seals that idea.

It's only a few months later when you've got a bonding mark on your neck and a pup in your belly that you start to wonder if Koko was really courting you or if he was buying you....