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[sunshinesfreckless]

Freaky on Camera

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Pairing: Idol!Felix x Stay!Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Summary: Felix just can‘t resist the urge to use the Talker Camera for something else….

Warnings: Oral (M receiving), Sextape filming ….(?)

A/N: I did not proofread this ….. blame it on the european heatwave…. also this was always a guilty pleasure kink of mine lol.

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He was supposed to film a Vlog. Just one goddamn vlog.

Today was his day with the SKZ Talker camera — the vlog camera. His job was to show Stay what a day on tour looked like through his eyes. Sweet. Innocent. Wholesome. That was the brief.

But there was one problem.

Felix’s girlfriend in the morning light.

It had started off normally. Sort of.

He rolled over, groggy, muttering into the mic, “Morning, Stay,” and reached for the camera on the nightstand with one hand, the other gently nudging the warm body next to him.

“Baby, wake up,” he whispered, camera tilted so only his face was in frame.

She groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow. “I’m not here. I don’t exist.”

Felix laughed softly, still recording. “I have to film, angel. Be good.”

With a dramatic sigh, Y/N sat up slowly — almost teasingly — and knelt on the mattress, her hair a sleepy halo, her thin, see-through nightgown definitely not part of the PG-rated plan. The fabric clung to her body in all the right places. Her nipples pressed against the material, unbothered by modesty or the camera aimed just inches away.

Felix’s eyes dropped instantly. He was a man after all. A stupid, horny, tragically obsessed man.

“Stop staring, you freak,” Y/N giggled and slapped his arm, before jumping out of bed and disappearing into the corner — giving him space to pretend he was waking up alone for the vlog.

He cleared his throat. “Okay Stay, tour day routine! Let’s get ready together,” he chirped into the camera like a liar.

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In the bathroom, while brushing his teeth and pretending not to exist in a constant state of sexual frustration, Felix made sure to angle the camera away from her makeup bag and toothbrush. He always did. It was their secret. The world didn’t know about her, and somehow, that made it hotter.

When he came out freshly showered, towel slung around his neck, Y/N was back in bed, scrolling her phone. He knew what she was doing. Running her private fan account. The biggest, most active Felix fanpage on the internet. She’d had it for years — long before they ever got together.

Now she just happened to have exclusive content no one else did.

He’d even started sending her unseen selfies on purpose. Blurry mirror pics, candid shots from his phone, shirtless clips that would “accidentally” leak only on her page. Stay loved it. Thought she had inside connections. And she did — all ten inches of them, to be exact.

Felix adjusted himself discreetly behind the camera.

He should not be turned on right now.

But when he saw her — legs spread, nightgown barely covering anything, one hand scrolling and the other resting between her thighs like she knew what she was doing — he had an idea.

And it was not vlog-appropriate.

He blinked. “Focus, Lix. Tour day. Breakfast. Hotel gym. Fanservice. Not… sex tape.”

His grip tightened on the camera.

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Later, backstage, he kept filming. He did his job. Mostly.

Y/N walked past him in a black staff hoodie, head down, lanyard around her neck to make it official. No one would question her. Just another crew member. That fuckass miniskirt…. he should be a stricter Boyfriend…..

His cock twitched in his pants. Behave, he told himself.

He panned the camera to the snack table, then to the guys warming up. Everyone looked normal. Professional. Focused.

Meanwhile, all he could think about was bending her over one of the dressing room counters, camera still rolling — for no one but them.

“Bro,” Chan clapped him on the back. “You good?”

Felix smiled like a lunatic. “Yeah. Just… thinking about shots.”

He meant camera shots. Probably.

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It was post-concert chaos, but Felix made it look peaceful on the vlog.

He filmed the quiet hotel room, the messy coffee table, the pizza box open with slices half-eaten, and himself sitting on the Armchair. “Okay, Stay, i ordered food—cheese crust, of course—and I’m finally relaxing after a long day.”

What he didn’t show was his girlfriend sitting just out of frame. Legs folded, perched on the sofa like a pretty little devil. Grease-kissed lips parted around a slice of pizza she clearly didn’t care about. She wasn’t even looking at it anymore.

She was looking at him.

More specifically, at the thick outline pushing against the front of his sweatpants.

Felix didn’t look at her. Not right away. He focused on Stay. On the camera. On doing his job.

But when he leaned back, one hand propped on the Armrest, his legs spread a little wider and the damn sweatpants rode up higher on his thighs… he felt it.

Her stare. Hot. Desperate. Dirty.

From her angle on the couch, she could definitely tell he wasn’t wearing boxers.

Felix shifted, pretending to read comments off the screen. “You guys always ask what we do after shows… Honestly, we just chill. I eat. Hydrate. Rest.” He took a bite of crust, chewed thoughtfully. “Nothing crazy.”

Liar.

Because she was still staring.

Not at the food. Not at his face.

At his cock.

She blinked slowly, then took another bite of her slice. Lazy. Almost mocking. Like she was buying time before making a decision she already knew she’d make.

And Felix?

Felix felt it in his bones. The moment she hit that state. Her cock-hungry switch had flipped. He could read her better than any script. Her posture changed — thighs tightening, mouth slack with anticipation. Like she’d forgotten what pizza even was.

Her hand rested on her lap. Fingers twitching.

He didn’t need confirmation.

But she gave it to him anyway — when they finally locked eyes.

Like a silent standoff. Like a dare.

And then he did it.

He tilted his head, set the crust down slowly, and said in that voice — that low, graveled, voice “If you wanna suck my cock, you’ll have to let me film it.” Her breath hitched audibly. She froze — slice halfway to her mouth — and blinked like she couldn’t believe he said it out loud. But her thighs clenched together like she’d been waiting for permission to fall apart. The pizza hit the plate with a soft plop. Forgotten. Felix leaned back in the armchair, spreading his legs wider, letting the gray cotton stretch over his erection in full view now. He grabbed the vlog camera — not the phone — the fucking SKZ Talker cam — and flipped the screen so he could frame her perfectly. He didn’t even need to direct her. She moved. Crawled off the sofa slowly, deliberately. Like a starved thing. Like she wanted the taste of him more than she wanted to breathe. Her mini skirt rode up as she moved. The SKZ merch hoodie she wore during their performance hung loosely off one shoulder. She looked like a deranged fangirl ready to ruin her idol backstage — and he loved it.

“Please film it,” she whispered, voice already shaky, already gone.

Felix hummed in approval, camera in hand. “That’s my good girl.”

She placed her hands on his thighs, ran them upward, slow like worship. Her nails grazed the edge of his pants and he twitched beneath her touch.

“God, I love your cock,” she mumbled, kissing the fabric above his length. “I love it so much…” The camera whirred softly in his grip. He grinned.

“Show Stay what a good little fan you are,” he whispered. “Let’s give them real content.”

Felix could see himself on the little flip screen.

He pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock — flushed, aching, resting heavy against his stomach. His hand gripped the SKZ Talker camera tight, trained on the image in front of him.

She looked so fucking innocent. Wide-eyed. Flushed. But her eyes were already glazed over with that filthy hunger he knew too well. Her tongue peeked out, wetting her lips, and she stared — not at his face, not at the camera, but at his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

And it was. To her, it was.

“Do you even realize how dangerous this is?” Felix murmured, angling the camera down to frame her pretty little face just right. “What if someone finds the footage? What if this ends up somewhere it shouldn’t?”

Her hands slid up his thighs. “Then maybe they’ll see how much I love you,” she whispered, licking her lips slowly. “Maybe they’ll see how obsessed I am with your cock. Maybe they’ll understand why I’d ruin your career just to taste it.”

Felix hissed. “Fuck.”

The camera caught everything. The glint in her eye. The outline of his cock. Her nails dragging up the meat of his thighs. Her skirt had ridden up completely now, but she didn’t fix it. She wanted to be filmed like this — raw, ruined, owned.

“You like the idea of someone finding this?” he asked, voice low, mocking, almost amused.

“I like the idea of being your dirty little secret,” she said sweetly. “I like the idea that you’re famous. Loved by millions. Worshipped by Stays. And I’m the one who gets this.” She leaned forward, tongue dragging up his shaft slowly, leaving a hot, wet trail. “I’m the one who gets you.”

Felix’s abs tensed. He adjusted the camera with one hand, the other gripping the edge of the armchair so hard his knuckles went white.

“You’re sick, baby,” he breathed. “Fucking sick.”

“You like it,” she whispered. “You like me cock-hungry. On my knees in your merch. You love it.”

His cock twitched violently against her tongue.

“I should be deleting this,” he muttered, eyes flicking to the screen. “If anyone sees this—if this gets leaked—I’m dead.”

“But you won’t delete it,” she said, kissing the head of his cock, tongue teasing his slit. “You’ll keep it. Watch it when you miss me. Maybe jerk off to it in the hotel bathroom when you’re on tour alone. Because you love how I worship you.”

He growled. Actually growled.

“I do. Fuck, I do.”

The camera tilted a little, just enough to catch her licking the underside again, hands squeezing the base now. He was rock hard. Dripping.

“You make me insane,” Felix said. “My sweet little Stay. My biggest fan. My girlfriend who’d destroy me just to get her mouth on my cock.”

“I would,” she whispered. “I’d burn the world for this.”

Felix chuckled, cock twitching. “Yeah, I know, angel. That’s why you run that account, right? Post all my pictures, call me pretty, write all those dirty captions?”

She moaned.

Her hands were gentle, reverent. Her thumb brushed the slit. She looked up through her lashes, eyes already begging for more.

“Fucking hell,” Felix whispered. “You love my cock, huh?”

She nodded, lips brushing the tip. “So much. You don’t even get it, Lix. I think about it all the time. When you’re gone. When I see pictures. When you’re on stage—” she kissed the head, “—I imagine it in my mouth. I swear to God.”

Felix groaned low in his throat. “Say it.”

“I’m obsessed with your cock.” Another kiss. “I want it every day.” She licked him again, slowly, letting the tip of her tongue swirl around the crown. “I’d give up everything just to taste it.”

His hand threaded into her hair, tightening a little — not to control, but to feel her. “God, I love you like this.”

She wrapped her lips around the head. Sucked. Gently. Eyes locked on his.

He let out a guttural moan. The camera caught everything — her wet lips, her slow descent, the stretch of her cheeks, his abs flexing.

“Oh my God,” he exhaled. “You look so fucking pretty like this, baby. My good little Stay. Doing such a good job for me.”

She hummed around him, gagging a little as she took more. Her hands were on his thighs, steadying herself. Her mascara was already starting to smudge.

“Choke on it for me, love,” Felix whispered, angling the camera just a little lower to catch the full image of her flushed cheeks and ruined lips wrapped around his cock. “Show me how much you need it.”

Y/N obeyed like she was born for it.

She picked up the rhythm, bobbing her head faster, letting her trained mouth take over. Her hand slid to the base, squeezing in tandem with her lips, and her other hand reached lower—gently cupping his balls, massaging them like she knew exactly what he liked.

Because she did.

He had taught her. Every technique. Every motion. Every little sound that drove him crazy.

And now? She was a fucking expert.

Spit poured from her lips, dribbling down his shaft, her chin wet and messy. Every time she gagged, she moaned. Like choking on him was a gift she was grateful for.

Her nails dug into his thighs for leverage. He flexed under her grip, watching her in the screen — the way her throat bulged every time she pushed further, the tears collecting at the corners of her eyes, the mascara streaking beautifully down her cheeks.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Look at you. That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl.”

Her eyes rolled back slightly as she took him deeper, lips stretched to the limit, her jaw aching but not once slowing down. His cock disappeared into her throat like it belonged there — like she’d trained herself for this exact moment.

She had.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Don’t stop. I want Stay to see what you do for me. You’re so cock-drunk, baby. So fucking obsessed.”

She moaned around him — a trembling, desperate sound that vibrated down his shaft.

“You love this, huh? Love gagging on my cock? Getting messy for the camera?”

Her mouth popped off with a wet gasp, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She stared up at him, face flushed, eyes wild.“I want you to cum in my mouth. Please. Please, Felix. I need it. I fucking need it.” He nearly dropped the camera. His hips twitched. “You want to taste it, baby?” She nodded so fast it looked frantic. “I want all of it. I want you in my throat. I want it warm. I want to swallow everything, Lix, please—” He growled, full chest, deep and brutal. “Then take it,” he snarled. “Take my fucking cum. Be the perfect little fan you are.” She devoured him. Back down she went, deeper than ever before, her nose pressing into his pelvis, throat clenching around him like she’d die if she didn’t have him down to the base. Her hand kept working his balls, massaging, rolling, coaxing the orgasm out of him like a professional. Like a devoted, desperate girl on a mission. Felix’s moans got louder, the muscles in his thighs clenching. The camera trembled in his hand. “Oh my God, you’re gonna make me—fuck, Y/N —yes—” He spilled into her mouth with a broken sound, head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut. His legs tensed, his breath catching, and his fingers gripped her hair like an anchor.

And she took it. Every drop.

Her throat moved as she swallowed, sucking him through it, not stopping, not letting go until he hissed from overstimulation.

“Baby—ah, fuck—wait,” he gasped, head dropping back, legs twitching. “S’too much—please…”

Y/N finally pulled off with a loud, wet pop, her mouth red and swollen, spit and cum shining on her chin.

He looked down at her. She pouted. Like she wanted to keep him in her mouth forever.

He laughed breathlessly, shaky and wrecked. “You’re pouting because I told you to stop?”

She leaned back on her heels, panting. Her SKZ hoodie had slipped off her shoulder completely now. Her tiny miniskirt was bunched around her waist, panties soaked through with a dark wet patch that made Felix’s eyes widen.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, angling the camera back down at her ruined form. “Look at you, baby. Fucking hell.”

Her mascara was streaked. Her lips were parted. Her thighs were trembling. And she was smiling.

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, voice soft again. “Like, ever. No one’s ever looked hotter sucking cock.”

She laughed, weakly. “Yours is the only one I’d ever do this for.”

He turned the camera back to her face, giving her a wink.

“Lucky me,” he said.

Then he slowly reached forward… and clicked the record button off.

Silence.

The mood shifted. Softer. More real. He set the camera aside and opened his arms. “C’mere.”

Y/N crawled into his lap, curling up against him, the oversized hoodie covering her again as he tucked her head under his chin. He stroked her back gently, kissing the top of her head, holding her like he’d never let go.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded against him. “More than okay. That was… so hot.”

He smiled. “You’re insane. Like, actually insane. But I’m obsessed with you.”

“Promise me no one will ever see that video,” she whispered.

Felix pressed his lips to her temple. “I promise. I’ll keep it safe. Password protected, double backed up. Hidden folder. You know I’d never let anyone see you like that.”

“…But you will watch it again, won’t you?” she teased.

He smirked. “Every fucking night.”

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“Yo, Lix,” Chan said casually, passing by in the hallway with a laptop under one arm. “Grabbing the vlog cam to dump the footage for SKZ Talker, cool?”

Felix, sprawled on the couch, texting Y/N something probably disgusting, didn’t even look up.

“Yeah, sure. All yours.”

That was his mistake.

Fifteen minutes later, the walls shook.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

A scream erupted from down the hall — bloodcurdling, soul-crushing, trauma-inducing.

Felix flinched so hard his phone flew out of his hand and hit the wall.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL—FUCKING—HELL—IS THIS?!”

Chan’s voice boomed through the corridor like God himself had witnessed sin.

Felix went white. Time stopped.

No. No. No. No no no no no—

He bolted.

Sprinted barefoot down the hallway like he was being chased by death itself.

“CHAN, DON’T WATCH THAT!”

“TOO LATE!”

“OH MY GOD PLEASE DELETE IT, I’M BEGGING YOU—”

“WHY WOULD YOU—ON THE SKZ TALKER CAMERA, FELIX??”

“I THOUGHT I DELETED IT!”

“YOU LITERALLY NARRATED THE WHOLE THING—YOU CALLED HER A ‘GOOD LITTLE STAY’?!”

The door slammed open.

Felix lunged into the room, tackled the laptop with a guttural yell, while Chan held it above his head like a schoolyard bully.

“STOP—THIS IS MY CAREER, BRO!” Felix shouted, trying to climb him like a tree.

“I SAW YOUR BALLS, FELIX!”

From the hallway:

“What the hell’s going on?”

“Hyung, did someone die?”

“Did Lix cry again?”

Han popped his head in and paused. “…Is that your dick on the screen?”

Felix shrieked.

“CLOSE THE LAPTOP, HAN, GET OUT, DON’T LOOK AT ME—”

Too late.

Han tilted his head. “Huh. That’s not what I imagined. It’s kinda… elegant?”

Felix looked like he was about to pass out.

And then—

One by one.

The rest of the members flooded the room.

Seungmin peeked over Han’s shoulder and snorted. “Yep. Knew it. I guessed all of your inches once…..”

Hyunjin came in, chewing gum, completely unbothered. “Damn,” he said, crossing his arms. “Okay, real question—what’s your shave routine? Your balls are like… smooth.”

Felix let out a noise.

“WHY IS EVERYONE COMMENTING ON MY DICK?!”

Lee Know poked his head in and immediately walked back out. “Nope. Not doing this.”

Changbin burst out laughing and pointed at Chan. “Bro, are you crying?!”

Chan, face in hands, voice shaking: “I JUST WANTED TO SEE A VLOG, NOT A FULL 4K DEEPTHROAT MONTAGE—”

“IT WAS HORNY DECISION” Felix cried.

“You used the company camera!” Chan wailed.

“You left it in the final cut folder!” Seungmin shouted, nearly dying of laughter.

“Are there more?” Han asked. “Like… full length ones?”

“GET OUT,” Felix snapped.

“Did you film your shaving routine too…? ” Hyunjin asked casually. “Because like, if I could get that same razor—”

“I SWEAR TO GOD.”

Felix dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands.

Chan curled into a ball on the bed. Han was still squinting at the paused frame like he was inspecting art.

And Hyunjin?

Hyunjin walked out, mumbling,

“I just wanna know how he got that lighting. Like the dick glowed.”

[cait-sith]

Hey what if Starscream repainted himself post-canon

Unnecessarily long thoughts and ramblings (mostly about Starscream) under the cut.

This was originally in the tags but then it became an actual wall of text so. Keep Reading be upon ye.

So in IDW Till All Are One 12 Windblade shows Starscream his “true” form quote unquote and it's like this blue-white-and-red colour scheme. And while I don't really know how to feel about that; got some implications vis-a-vis transgender stuff, Starscream clearly took it as something that was taken from him, something that defined him, something that would have made him different (more likeable, more successful, unclear). On the other hand, I also think that Starscream sort of clings to that idea, because it's more painful to believe that he couldn't have changed anything, that it might just be a flaw in him. Something external to blame, y'know.

Windblade kinda points that out, it wasn't really the point of showing him that, but maybe that's just my personal interpretation. “I could have been so much more had I just been allowed to be born as I was meant”. Missing Windblade's point that he is still the same person in his spark, regardless of frame, it is ultimately up to him who he is. His actions define him, not his appearance. BUT. I feel like that kinda misinterpretation would be in-character for him, and so maybe in post-canon he'd... well really I think he'd reframe but maybe as like an attempt to reclaim what he thinks he should have been (even if he doesn't need to, even if he was perfectly capable of changing who he was without that). He frequently sabotages himself, because he doesn't believe in trust and he's so used to being in adverse relationships where he cannot rely on anyone being on his side. So then he gets everything he ever wanted, and it's.. not really what he wanted. Metalhawk, Wheeljack, Windblade and Bumblebee all sorta get under his plating, in different ways, and he admits to liking them, but can't bring himself to trust them. He's constantly at loggerheads with Metalhawk and Bee at the start, but Metalhawk tries and gets murdered for his troubles.

Wheeljack, well, he's just kinda mostly nice and willing to forgive and help, even while he's wary. In a way, I think Starscream gets attached to him because he's safe to get attached to, because Wheeljack doesn't take the shot when he's vulnerable, offers to help, to be on his side. From a distance. He doesn't really... actually initiate much of a friendship, but he talks about the idea.

Windblade, I think that relationship is a bit more fraught. They end up working together a lot by necessity, given their positions, and Windblade frequently has to fix or contend with Starscream's messes, and she has none of the prejudices of the others, but again, she's a threat to his power, to what he wants, can't really look past that. She tries, though, and I think he does sort of like her as time goes on. It just doesn't stop him from doing what he always does. No trust and all that. As for Bee. Bee. While he's alive, he's much like Metalhawk and Windblade: A threat to Starscream's power, with the added issues of being a major enemy and an autobot, with all the prejudices that brings. They don't make friends. Only Bee "dying" changes that, and only because Starscream is utterly convinced he is a ghost. In his own mind, he's *almost* okay with admitting to his flaws, his worries. Bee's ghost becomes his conscience, his confidante and companion, and because he's fictional, a fragment of Starscream's mind (or so he thinks), he's safe. Safe in ways none of the others are. And Bee tries, he has nothing really left to gain, no power to hold onto. For all intents and purposes, he *is* a ghost.

That was probably terrifying when Bee turned out to not be dead. Someone who saw all of Starscream's vulnerabilities, with so much power to hurt him. He can't help himself. He does have moments, though. Rare choices where he does trust, sometimes for lack of better options but still. And by the Unicron-finale, he's, well, still not friends, but he admits to everything, he comes clean, kind of.

So. We're going to ignore that he dies for the sake of this. <3 Just temporarily. In a hypothetical post-canon, I think he'd try to get a bit of agency back, try and follow that dream of his better self. And I think Windblade, Wheeljack and Bumblebee are the closest thing to friends he's had since his trine. And Metalhawk, technically, but he's kinda dead and also with the dead universe revival wasn't too happy with Starscream lmao. Perhaps Bee's the most comfortable, after that, if he ever gets over himself, because he's already spilled his guts to him, if accidentally. I don't think Starscream would ever be *easy* to get along with, and Bumblebee doesn't really take shit, but I'd like them to be friends. Squabbly-bantery friends, but still. Wheeljack seems a bit gentler, while Windblade's a bit more professional, she's kind but responsible.

Point being: this is Bee helping him repaint himself to leave the past behind.

Thanks for listening lmao

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

This is for the main 10!

What if their kid saw someone hit their head HARD and screamed

And they just assumed everytime you hit against something you need to scream

So now everytime they walk against something or bump against something they let out a lowercase scream of "aaaa" and pretending to frown

Undertale Sans - He loves it. He has like a hundred videos of his toddler doing that, and his S/O can sometimes hear him chuckle in bed as he watches the video before going to bed. He's at least sure the humor gene had been passed on, so his job is done.

Undertale Papyrus - He's slightly embarrassed when it's happening in public, but he loves it equally. That's such a unique thing to do, and he's a very unique skeleton, so they're matching. He's a proud dad!

Underswap Sans - These types of things make his life as a father a little easier, as he never though kids could be that funny. Honey was mostly silent as a child, but their toddler is full of life and always clowning around, so that's a nice change. Maybe he's not so bad after all.

Underswap Papyrus - He chuckles everytime it's happening, he can't help it. Honey even started imitating him and doing it himself, because why not? He's good at screaming in lowercase aaaa anyway, and he wasn't using that skill that much. Now they're matching.

Underfell Sans - He's a little in disbelief at first, but after a few times, he just thinks that's hilarious. He's a little worried, though as it's pretty much the only sound his toddler makes. Maybe he should see a doctor or something.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge is desperatly trying to correct that and explain them there's other ways to show you're "hurt", but the kid is just stubborn or doesn't care, and he's a little frustrated. It is harmless for now, but he doesn't want his kid to keep doing that so they don't get bullied in school for it.

Horrortale Sans - He calls it the "Willow's curse", as it's because of Willow the kid started doing that. He's annoying his brother to no end, but Oak just thinks it's hilarious and hopes his child will keep doing it just a little longer. He can't get over it.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's annoyed. He did it only once, but why did his kid find it so funny? Willow knows his kid is not mocking him on purpose, but he's pouting a little as he doesn't understand why they keep doing that. He's trying to fix the problem, but it's just not working.

Swapfell Sans - Is that a family thing? Rus used to do that as a child too. Is there a lowercase aaaa gene in the family? Why does it keep happening? Did Rus teach them that? Nox is unsure what to think of it. It's cute, sure, but he hopes that doesn't mean he's about to raise a second Rus. One is for sure enough.

Swapfell Papyrus - He finds it hilarious, especially since he used to do that too as a child. Rus affectuously calls the kid his twinsie and encourages it, especially when he sees how much it disturbs his brother. He's a shit disturber, it's just normal his kis is too! He wouldn't like it any other way.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't mind in normal time, except when in the middle of a very important meeting, the kid walked in and did it in front of some random world's leader. Wine facepalms. He so needs to take care of this and find a way to make them drop it.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee instinctively repeats what his kid says now. He knows he shouldn't be, as it's encouraging them and it sorts of annoy Wine, but he can't help but find it so cute and funny. He doesn't want his child to ever grow up.

[ofeliaxoxo]

You’re right about Carlos’ need to assert boundaries over his space coming out in his interactions with fans. He’s said in interviews more than once that he dislikes/gets overwhelmed in crowds, so you’ll often hear him in videos telling fans that he’ll sign their items and take pics as long as they maintain order; if not, he’ll leave. In Mexico last year, he told a girl not to touch him after she grabbed onto him unexpectedly in the hotel lobby - of course, then all these Carlos haters twisted the situation and said he was rude, ungrateful and “traumatized” those girls.🙄 But, really, good for him for protecting space as best he can.

No absolutely. That’s a difference between Charles and Carlos I always like to keep in mind when doing any Fame Thinking about either of them. I do think it’s very interesting that you’ve got The Iron Woman over there doing a sort of I Love You It’s Ok If You Lick Me routine with his fans even when he’s visibly uncomfortable vs Mr Dog Motif being the one to go. No man go fuck yourself let’s be normal and if you can’t I’m going.

I do think both approaches make sense for who they are. I think

1. Charles is ultimately more famous and more widely adored and thus his Image is probably weightier and more vital for him to constantly constantly maintain in the minutiae of his fan interactions.

2. His image is smoother and more conventionally Perfect Boy than Carlos’s is. I’ve said it before but Carlos is too specific of an actual guy to reach that whereas Charles is slightly more universal even in his particular experiences. So if Carlos says to someone oh shut up don’t yell or touch me, in a moment of irritation, it does go down easier. Yes there’d be backlash but like mostly not really whereas imagine Charles said it. He NEVER does meaning he now basically can’t. Everyone would be like The Real Truth Behind Charles Leclerc. Carlos is a man that happens to be famous and Charles is a Celebrity

3. If you snap your fingers and take literally all of this away by a genies magic wish Carlos is still at his core Carlos Sainz rich man from rich Madrid family son of Carlos Sainz Sr but Charles Leclerc becomes a random guy. I don’t mean that in a bad way no one get it twisted. This is the inverse of Charles being more marketable it’s because Carlos is unavoidably who he is while Charles not so much. Which makes him more palatable but also means without this who is he. So I do feel that maybe for Charles he is more invested in Always Getting It Right fame wise.

4. I think Carlos ultimately feels his situation to be ridiculous. Sure he’ll do the sponcon and make his money and I think he’s aware of the responsibility he holds as not only an emotional but literally a financial investment for his fans (I listened to a podcast where he spoke about trying to make interactions nice when he knows people have spent good money to be at a Grand Prix, acknowledging that for him it’s not a lot of money but for them it is) but I don’t think he actually finds the fame to like be respectable or admirable. I believe he thinks it’s silly and embarrassing. Not that I think he somehow thinks fans are embarrassing I can’t see in his mind, what I mean is I think he just doesn’t like to view himself as a famous guy but instead as a race car driver and when he’s at events or treated like a Celebrity it makes him cringe. He wishes we could all just be ADULTS and STOP TAKING PICTURES and just BE CHILL about each other. I think

I do think the difference in the way they deal with fame is one of the most interesting things to compare. Because i feel that it’s revealing without their knowledge of it being so. While many other things are drip fed or broadcasted to us on purpose this isn’t.

Tangential sidenote: Carlos as someone who really cares about his own space and boundaries, doesn’t want to be suddenly grabbed. Charles who lets HIM decide when they’re going to be close and touch each other…

[npdkondraki]

im not working on this anymore

[dreamsy990]

TELEMACHUS AND ANTINOUS. FINALLY

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[bmpmp3]

here have this

also here's da drawring of Mai with also pictures of Mr M and Ms A's designs on the side so you know what i was drawing in her hands

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Congratulations, Kane! You've successfully determined a grocery store was from the UK by looking at one small section of the shelf and only zooming in and looking for the currency symbol on the price tags after you figured it was from the UK.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

there's a certain quality the harmonies of like... early to mid 2000s alt rock has. which i am obsessed with... like i wanna do that. i NEED to figure out how to write harmonies that sound like that

[waywardsalt]

i made this a few months ago for a discord and i figured i might as well share it here too

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[tddyhyck]

sudden desires [ l.dh ]

pt 2 (can be read as a stand alone)

pairings ⇢ enemies with benefits! haechan x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ 18+, oral (m receiving), feet (kinda), name calling (but in a sexy way), bathroom sex, oppa kink, unprotected sex (pull out), swallowing, multiple orgasms, leg humping??, slapping/pinching, stomach bulge, teeth/brushing teeth, wet & messy, purposeful awkward ending, mirror sex

word count ⇢ 3.3k

playlist ⇢ she_harry styles / valentine_5sos / sudden desire_hayley williams

a/n ⇢ heyyyyyyyy lol

masterlist

your hair is pushed out of your face while you sleepily brush your teeth. the fuzzy headband tight on your head but it’s cute because it matches all of your friends. of course you all had to match for the trip, pajamas, slippers, headbands, even the silly pack of temporary tattoos you all had diligently helped each other with in the kitchen. you had helped yena stick hers on her thigh and karina’s to her lower hip. the boys struggled the most jisung’s ended up mostly smudged on his wrist but still cute.

you watched fondly as jeno softly held his girl's calf as he wrapped the paper around her ankle and carefully patted it. you had bent over the kitchen table while karina worked a cool rag over your lower back to attach it. your doe eyes wide staring up at haechan teasingly. opening your mouth to mimic a moan while you watched his jaw tighten.

you’d told him he couldn’t try anything on this trip. you were with the girls piling on the king bed while the boys were scattered in the loft and living room. your friends were aware of your relationship at least your public hatred of one another. not the fact that you frequently and quite secretly jumped each other's bones.

it had all been an accident, a case of mistaken identity. you still sort of think he planned it but you had pulled his hair enough over it, for now at least. you had told winter to tell soobin to meet you in the basement bathroom and when you got there in the led tiktok shop glow you couldn’t tell that it was haechan who had been waiting on someone else.

you should have known when he was shorter and softer and meaner. the moans in your ear were a dead giveaway, but the dick was blinding you. he pulled out after you chanted soobin’s name and quickly flipped the light switch. you groaned and banged your head against the mirror making him tease you when you winced. you could still feel the heat from his cock against your thigh and you didn’t care for your disdain. you whispered for him to just finish and he didn’t hesitate but you made him turn the lights back off so you didn’t see his disgusting grin.

since then it was random encounters for something quick and playful. that turned into meetups when either of your roommates were out and when they weren’t the back of his car worked well. your distaste had turned into a craving that lingered in the back of your throat and center of your tummy. the hatred you felt mellowed into a soft and fond annoyance.

but you made him swear he wouldn’t try to get in your pants during this trip. three days and two nights shouldn’t be too long for both of you. sadly you felt yourself growing needy, the soft touches and playful slaps were normal but groping your ass was a bit too much. you felt tipsy from all the drinks earlier and you needed to sleep. it was almost 2am and there was a schedule to follow in the morning.

you spat out your toothpaste before glancing around the bathroom again making sure you didn’t miss a step. when you slid open the door your eyes met a cartoon bear pattern, sluggishly you peaked up to find that familiar brown hair.

“what are you doing?” you whisper yelled into his neck. he jumped turning to you with a mischievous grin. you shook your head knowing what he was going to ask.

“wait wait,” he whispered back, putting a hand on your hip to stop you from walking past him. you rolled your eyes. “please.” he almost whimpered, using his other hand to pull your hand down to feel his bulge. you glanced down mouth watering when you saw the deep red top poking from his pants.

“we can’t. you know that.” you tried to stay firm. glancing around to make sure no one saw you but the lights were dim and you saw no phone screens.

“passed out. all of them.” he grinned, grinding his hips against you.

“you’re such a brat.” you signed, rolling your head back. you squeezed his cock in your hand fighting the urge to rip it from him. he moaned in response, hips jerking against you.

“what if you just watch and say stuff you know,” he questions, glancing away biting his lip.

“you want me to sit and watch you jerk off?” you grin teasingly flicking your thumb over his head, swiping at the precum. he nodded dumbly and his already flushed skin got redder.

“you’re such a perv.” you flicked your wrist. “you just want a pretty girl to watch you touch yourself? disgusting.”

“please,” he whined, his head falling into your neck as your grip tightened. his mouth opened against your neck, hot breath huffing before his tongue slid against your skin. you tugged his hair pulling his head away from you and released his cock from your grip.

“i’m only sucking you off.” you whispered before slapping your palm over his member. he groaned softly before pushing you back into the small bathroom sliding the door shut behind him and latching it with a click.

“you’re so annoying.” you whined as you lifted his shirt and stuffing the hem in his mouth. he watched you with wide glazed eyes, the fabric made his mouth dry. “this will keep you quiet right?”

he nodded quickly as you sunk down on your knees pulling his pants along too. his cock hot and hard and angry when you looked up at him. precum slipped out of the head as you leaned in gripping his thighs and lapping softly over him like a kitten.

his head flung back with a muted moan when you flattened your tongue and licked from base to tip. one hand held his thigh and the other fondled his balls as you hollow your cheeks sucking him in like a fresh fountain drink on a hot day. he tasted so good, so familiar. you pressed yourself farther nose brushing against his hair as you looked up wide eyed and over sexualized.

he stared right back at you spit starting to dribble out of his mouth and over the once dry fabric you had stuffed there. bobbing your head you sucked him down his fists clenched with each brush of his tip against your throat. you pulled off with a popped before your head clanged on the sink.

“owwww,” you winced, digging your nails into his thigh.

“fuck are you ok,” he mumbled spitting the shirt from his mouth. you pushed out your lips with a pout as his hands softly pet your hair and face and he held the back of your head attempting to soothe your skull. you wanted to be a whiny baby and have him play sweet with you but you needed him to finish.

“just hurry and fuck my mouth.”

he kept his hand softly on your head and the other moved to grip the sink. his hair fell into his eyes as he stood over you, it felt so dominating but he was being soft. mouth open you guide his length back into the warmth. he moved slowly with a sigh, nudging his cock deeper and dragging it slowly back out.

you snuck a hand between your legs grinding against your palm as he concentrated. he was fighting with himself wanting to use you like a flesh light and worrying about banging your head again. you could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of your shorts with every slow thrust of his hips.

taking his time, he watched the way your lips stretched around him and spit bubbled at the corners of your mouth. he kept himself from gripping your hair and instead held the sink tighter as he sped up.

“you’re so,” he whimpered, eyes shutting briefly. you hummed around him almost asking him to finish his sentence.

“hot.” he finished stupidly, and it made you flush for some reason. the dumb dreamy look on his face all because of you. soft whines slipped past his lips as he sped up sloppily fucking into your warmth.

you needed more than just a palm and in popped an idea. you tapped his leg three times and he pulled out spit stringing from your mouth. his brows knitted as he watched you lift a knee and straddled his foot. you whined when you settled grinding against him slowly.

“you’re such a freak,” he mumbled. hand still cupping your head he used the other to grip his cock and slip it past your lips again. you moaned around him, clit rubbing on the seam of your shorts just right.

the vibrations made him dizzy. the scene was so filthy, you humping against his leg like a slut and he could feel how wet you were warm slick on his foot.

the thing about you and haechan is you had no expectations of how to act with each other. he was just as depraved as you, anything you wanted he probably did too. you couldn’t just grind against anyone’s leg without asking, but with haechan you knew he’d love it just as much as you.

“you like it?” you moaned in response, tears welling in your eyes. mouth full you bobbed your head and your hips matched your pace dragging the sticky fabric against you.

“humping me like a bitch in heat.” he could feel your cunt gush at his words.

“fuck it,” he whispered pulling you up and turning you around all at once. you felt dizzy as he bent over you grinding his cock against your shorts. as hot as watching you was, he had to have you.

“oppa,” you whispered, you didn’t know if you were begging him to stop or to fuck you. he went with the latter tugging your shorts down over the swell of your ass. you could feel his fingers tracing the fake tattoo before his hand pressed against your lower back. fingers sliding through your slick making you shiver when you looked at him through the mirror but he was already staring back.

dark deep lust stared back at you when he plunged two fingers into your cunt. you bit your lip to keep yourself quiet but your arms go limp on the porcelain.

“i’ll be fast,” he hushed, fingers filling you up with such ease. whimpering you rocked yourself against him wanting more - needing more. you could feel him hard and heavy pressing against your ass with each push of your hips.

“just,” you whined, reaching to pull his wrist and remove his fingers before gripping his cock bringing him where you needed him most. sinking back with a gasp as he filled you up. your fingers danced over your clit swollen and needy. you felt yourself pulse when his low groan hit your ears.

“look at me,” he whispered. before you could move he was grabbing your throat and pulling you against him. the new position made him reach a new depth inside of you. staring at him in the reflection while his cock was buried deep inside.

“so fucking deep.” you choked. you could see his cock pressing against your tummy, the bulge growing and disappearing under your skin. you felt your volume increasing with each thrust. mind going numb but your body on fire. his eyes flitted over you in the mirror watching the way you stared between your legs.

“you like watching me fuck you?” you nodded quickly watching as his cock disappeared into your sloppy cunt. pushing your hand against your stomach to feel the bulge.

“so hot, so full, so good,” you mumble to yourself. the sticky drag of his cock in your walls made your toes curl.

“i’ll film it for you next time so when you’re alone in your room humping your stupid pillow you can watch.” you moaned loudly at the thought.

“shut up,” he whispered into your neck. “you said to be quiet.” his fingers trailed up your neck before filling your mouth. moaning around his digits as you tasted yourself. you pressed your own fingers against your clit circling fast and hard feeling the warmth spreading in your tummy. now all you could hear was his pelvis hitting your ass, and the squelch coming from between your legs.

if he kept it up you’d cum any second and he knew that. his fingers found yours circling your clit with you. fucking into you hard and fast hitting you just right. the head of his cock pressing against your gspot as you came closer and closer.

“gonna cum,” you garbled around his fingers.

“i know,” he smirked. fingers and hips moving faster against you.

“oppa,” you whined, gripping his thigh and biting down on his fingers.

“cum on the cock you love so much,” he groaned against your ear pinching your clit.

“ppa, cum, i’m,” you whimpered. “oppa.” you moaned around his fingers as you came, cunt fluttering around him. gripping his wrist when he didn’t stop circling your oversensitive bud. you shuddered against him overwhelmed by everything, you didn’t even notice the slick dripping from your legs and onto the floor.

“so fucking sexy when you cum,” he licked your neck, placing an open mouth kiss on your skin. his fingers slipped from your mouth with spit strings still connected to your lips. you pouted at him through the reflection. eyes begging him to stop but he kept pounding you.

“what? too sensitive?” he teased slowing his thrusts before pulling out and rubbing his cock over your swollen lips. you nodded watching as it glistened between your folds before he rudely pushed it back in with a groan. hands gripping your hips he brought himself closer. bracing yourself on the sink as his breath sped up you knew he was close. you could feel your stomach tightening again with each drag of his cock.

“can you cum for me just one more time,” he asked. you nodded weakly, biting your lip as his fingers swirled over your clit again. “tell me.”

you rolled your eyes at him through the mirror and he slapped your clit in response making you double over.

“fuck you,” you groaned.

“tell me you want to cum again,” he tugged your hair pulling you back against him.

“i’m sensitive,” you whimper.

“so you don’t want it?” he pulled out more slick dripping from you. you stomped your feet like a child before bending over and spreading your ass for him.

“make me cum again,” your cheeks were red and embarrassed when you begged him. swollen cunt on display he smirked spitting on your already sticky hole before swiftly plunging in for the third maybe fourth time you lost count.

“good girl,” you squeezed around him at the praise. his hand pressed against your lower back tracing over the fake tattoo.

“you should get one for real it’s so hot,” he groaned as his other hand gripped your ass pulling you back to meet his hips. “been watching every time it peaked from your shorts. i know you did it on purpose.”

“you’re just a perv,” you moan. maybe you did do it on purpose.

“like you didn’t lean over the table and put on a show,” he groaned. “wish i could have taken you there. you’d like it, all of our friends watching me slut you out.” moaning at his words as his cock drove you closer. your hand coming to your mouth to keep you quiet.

“fucking whore,” you gasped suddenly spasming on his cock as your second orgasm hit you by surprise.

“cumming when i call you names.” you whimpered into your palm as your pussy fluttered and pulsed around him.

“pull out,” you whispered. he didn’t listen, continuing his speed. tightening around him in sensitivity but he just moaned. his breathing was faster and he was getting closer. “pull out.”

“why,” he sighed, hips slapping against you.

“messy,” you whispered. normally you’d let him fill you with cum and fuck it back into you but you already knew time was running out.

“i’m so close,” he whimpered before he pulled out with a whine slick spilling once more. you turned quickly, getting on your knees as he jerked his cock in your face. he stared down at you one hand holding the base of his cock while the other quickly flicked over the tip.

“cum in my mouth oppa,” you said before opening your mouth wide as he groaned. your lips suctioned to the tip as he came hot spurts hitting your throat and filling your mouth. “fuck” he groaned, hand still milking his cock. you gripped his thighs before pulling away, opening your mouth to show off his load.

“shit,” he whispered, grabbing your chin. watching your tongue curve to try and hold all of the white liquid before you slurped it in your mouth. you gulped swallowing all of him before sticking your clean tongue back out.

“god you’re so hot,” he pushed your hair behind your ear as you leaned back in to clean the last of him. you took him in, nose pressing to his stomach. swirling your tongue to clean him before pulling away with a pop this time his hand was behind your head instead of the sink.

he tugged you up pulling you to his face kissing you, tongue exploring yours. moaning into your mouth as he tasted himself before you pulled away.

“now i have to brush my teeth again.” you pouted up at him. he rolled his eyes but a smile tugged on his lips. his hands reached around you tugging your shorts back up.

“yeah and i have to clean the floor so we’re even.” you looked at him curiously before he pointed to the sticky puddle in front of the sink.

“life is so hard when a beautiful lady sucks your dick,” you countered.

“and i made her cum. twice,” he holds up to fingers with a stupid grin.

“but i’m so sleepy,” you sighed, head falling on his shoulder as he tugged his own pants up.

“poor baby,” he patted your back before turning you around and guiding you to the side of the bath. you watched as he grabbed a clean cloth and wet it. he walked back to you wiping the cool cloth over your face gently cleaning dried fluids from your cheeks. you closed your eyes letting him be sweet. he tossed it on the floor over the puddle you had made.

he turned, grabbing your toothbrush, wetting it under water and squeezing the toothpaste on the bristles before wetting it once more just how you did it. he brought it to you holding your chin with one hand squeezing lightly. “open.” you did as he said before he began brushing over your teeth.

it was so intimate for some reason, the way his hand softly held you in place while he examined your mouth taking care ensuring he wasn’t brushing too hard. his thumb caught any foam that slipped out of your mouth as he continued to brush, not missing a spot.

“you’re so sleepy,” he smiled down at you fingers brushing your cheek. you attempted to nod but his hand held you in place.

“are you going hiking tomorrow?” you tried nodding again but instead held a thumb up. “what time?” you shrugged holding up 5 fingers.

“damn,” he moved your chin to change angles. “it’s so late, you should stay here in the morning.” you shrugged again. “sorry for keeping you up.” you raised an eyebrow at him. “i’m not really but sorta.”

he pulled the toothbrush from your mouth and you stood up following him to the sink. he stood behind you holding your hair as you spit before he rinsed the toothbrush. wiping your mouth while he put your toothbrush away.

“well, uh good night i guess,” he rubbed his neck awkwardly, turning to unlatch the door. you reached for his arm before he could.

“oppa, thank you. good night,” you whispered, brushing your fingers over his arm before letting good. he nodded before slipping out the door.

©️tddyhyck

[your-bait-and-swich]

Random Date Everything characters NSFW headcanons

Characters featured: Hector, Parker, Lux, Dunk

Ageless/minors DNI

Hector

His favorite part of sex is not actually the sex itself it's the foreplay before anything.

He loves to tease your body by gently moving his hands around your body, and soft kissing anywhere he can like it's some sort of worship. He tries his best to make you squirm and relishes it

This might be a surprise, but most times he doesn't like being a bottom yet he doesn't like to be a dominant top either. He's definitely a soft top wanting you taking the lead, and tell him how to please you

That's not to say that he minds being a bottom but he prefers to help you

Definitely not avoid to be kinky specially if his God wants it. He loves doing anything and everything he can to please you

Except for pain and degrading. He would never even let himself insult you let alone hurt you. the most he'll do is biting and very light choking. Phantom choking basically.

He's actually very silent during sex, and masturbating. The vents aren't really that private you know

Most you'll hear in sex is small panting, and whines but he'll give you more noise if you request

Probably goes without saying, but he loves when you're somewhat demanding. Don't be too cruel about it, but he does love someone that knows what they want

He also wants to know he's doing well. Please praise him for anything he does right for communication sake, and his praise kink

He love's adding temperature play anyway he can to your love making

If you were cold/hot he would make purposeful effort to make his body the opposite so when he touches you, you would feel all the more

Subtly raise the heat slowly forcing you to strip more and more

Occasionally when you're in the middle of sex he'll use the grate on his outfit to blow one thing of cold air to shock you

Aftercare is a must every time. He does not let himself rest until you are clean and taking care of

Lux

(Not sure where to put this but I did give them a dick despite them not having a confirmed sex I think so keep that in mind I guess. I'll keep from doing this in the future tho)

I hate them *proceeds to make these anyway*

When they said you guys only have sex when they wants to upload something on Fans Only they means it. It's hard to convince them when they're not in the mood especially so when they're in the middle of a stream

But if you convince them mostly by sucking up to then they'll end a stream like "I guess that's it for today's stream luxxies! Make sure to check Fans Only soon byeee!~"

Recordings, live and photos are a given.

And if you're lucky enough even outside of Fans Only "Don't count on it"

They're most definitely a grower. A absurdly nice grower bigger than you'd expect. Along with that they're very smooth not having any body hair.

They moans like a pornstar. It's unclear if it's for the recording or they're just like that

Very into exhibition. They don't mind anyone watching honestly they're into it frankly. If they're in the mood it's happening no matter what

Also slightly masochist very into hair pulling and one or two nice slap on the ass

Obviously mostly a bottom, but if they feeling particularly devilish they'll top

When they top they do it to prove a point/a punishment

Favorite "punishment" is you choking on their dick for sure

They love too cum on your face then lay their dick on your tongue. It just makes you so pretty for their Fans Only

They'll say stuff like "good girl/boy/slut" in a condescending way to you after taking these punishments

You will at least have to have a threesome once with some other person Lux choose

Parker Brandley

Good fucking luck buddy

First you got to win that love dice roll and now you need to somehow make board games sex related or it's not happening

Lucky for you strip poker does technically count. Maybe not a board game but it has clear rules and if Uno counts this can count to. He will not let you get away with using this all the time tho

Despite how stingy he can be with it he's very easy to work up. Just a little too much skin and/or touching a certain way can give him a boner instantly

He's quite nervous. Being awkward, and fidget quite a bit for your first time, but he quickly gets into the groove after a bit

When you finally get to the stage of actually doing something he's a feral animal with it

Massive switch! He doesn't really care what way it goes

Bottoming he's very noisy, and reacts very intensely. Unless you gag him the whole house is going to hear his semi screaming

Topping intense, and quick. Boy does not waste a second he acts like it's the end of the world as a plows into you speeding up.

Still a delightful mix of serious and a bit goofy during sex "Ohohoh~! Holy fucking shit!"

When he's more comfortable he'll probably confront you directly for his wants. "Whoever wins tops" he says putting a board game in front of you abruptly.

If you do cheat he will deny having sex outright tho

Nothing sexy like orgasm denial just straight up denying sex maybe for multiple days depending how pissed he is. You only get orgasm denial privileges when you play rightfully and you try to distract him in the game because it's only fair then

He's secretly not really so secretly a pervert his eyes widening cartoonously if you wear a skimpy outfit. Looking over your body secretly whenever he can (it's very obvious)

I feel in my heart of hearts that he is a thighs guy and he wants to be crushed by your thighs so badly

Dunk Shuttlecock

Let's just say it up front and right here you have to tell him if you want sex. He will not and won't catch on to hints or innuendos

His mentality on sports is similar to the mentality he has with sex. He just wants it to be enjoyable doesn't matter how fast, slow, intense, goofy, as long as your both having a great time

Tho if you ask him to give you it to you rough oh he sure will but the chance of you accidentally getting a bruise from it and him apologizing after is higher then maybe preferable(depending who you are) but it's a small risk for a unbelievably great time

However regularly he still has pretty good pace at least enough to make you a little weak after

His stamina is crazy willing to do like 3 to 4 rounds if you're up to it of course. He'll makes sure not to exhaust you too much taking decent breaks in between rounds to get yourself prepared

He's doesn't take sex not all too seriously grinning like a goof, and sometimes giggling

If you're the ticklish type he would definitely tickle you randomly during sex just to hear your laugh

He would be so into funny role play sex. Porno quality stuff as you both try to keep a straight face

Think of stuff you typical would expect like jock and cheerleader, jock and nerd, ect ect. Maybe even a pizza delivery thing too

He's not against a little exhibition. Sometimes grabbing you by the wrist to go somewhere more quiet

Something something shake weight joke

Eats pussy like a champ I know he does. That's not to say he's not good with a dick too [insert shuttlecock joke]

Naked yoga into sex. That's it

Quite a big fan of cockwarming while cuddling in between rounds or after sex

He's naturally a top and prefers being top too but if you ask him cute/sexually enough he'll gladly take the back seat

[blossomarlia]

hi, could you write a drabble with reader x remus where she rlly struggles with getting involved or going to hang out with people without explicitly being invited (just feeling really worried about being rejected) and he kind of reassures her and looks after her?

hi, thanks for this request! hope you enjoy, i generally don't write school-aged drabbles but thought this fit the best.

summary: your fear of being rejected stops you from joining your friends, but remus reassures you

remus x fem! reader (implied early stages romance)

Sitting by one of the fireplaces in the Gryffindor common room, you’re wondering how many of the people around you have exchanged glances over the top of your head. You can almost feel judgement thickening the air, raised eyebrows and confused smiles that ask why is she even here? To be honest, the only reason that you haven’t moved away is that you were technically sitting here first, and the rest of them milled in and took their spots nearby- then again, was it purposeful, your taking a place on one of the sofas they often use? In hindsight it’s just embarrassing. They must be assuming that you sat down just so they’d have no choice but to talk to you. 

You know you’re expecting the worst of this group, none of whom particularly deserve it. The flock of seventh-years surrounding you are generally a good bunch; Lily, Sirius, Marlene, Mary, Peter, James, Remus, and Dorcas,. You want to be one of them more than  you want most other things, which is somewhat pathetic and completely obvious in the way you’re always hanging around. They may all be lovely, and your friends (to some extent), but you know how irritating it can be if there’s always someone not quite in the group hanging around.

You should leave. Get up and make some comment about homework, or whatever, and wait for absolutely nobody to stop you. It’s kinder to everybody. Isn’t it?

Lost in your thoughts, you miss what Lily says next, and then they’re all getting to their feet. You give what you hope is a casual smile, simultaneously relieved of your spiralling and disappointed that they’re fulfilling your expectations.

There’s a tap on your shoulder- Remus, your favourite, whose hair has grown out over Christmas and now curls over his ears. He seems to get taller and lovelier with every passing moment. It’s difficult to make eye contact.

“We’re heading to the greenhouses, did you hear?” He says quietly, hand stilling instead of pulling away. You press your lips together and nod, carefully hiding any sort of misplaced hurt. It’s not as if you’re entitled to an invitation.

“Alright, I’ll see you later!” Too enthusiastic.

His brows pinch together. “You’re not coming?”

You look up at the others, who are collecting scarves and bags on their way to the portrait-hole. How can you admit to Remus that you don’t think they want you along? How can you tell him, anyone, that you’re far too afraid of being made fun of, or becoming a joke within their tight-knit group, to risk it?

“Oh, I don’t know. I have heaps of homework.”

“You do?” He raises his eyebrows. You feel caught, despite not having been accused of any sort of lie. “I thought you finished it all yesterday.”

You’d been studying when he and Lily joined you, and all day you’ve been wondering why they chose to. You probably put a but too much value on people choosing to sit next to you in class or during study; it’s unlikely that it was more than an absence of other free tables.

“...Some, yeah. And I wouldn’t want to- you know, I wouldn’t…” You trail off and give an awkward laugh. Remus’ gentle expression is making the inside of your mouth hurt.

“What?” You’re not used to your excuses mattering so much. Mostly, you mutter something and disappear to your dorm in time to avoid any drama. Is he feeling guilty, awkward about having made plans as a group in front of someone else? You cringe at the notion of Remus realising how friendless you probably are, of his pity. 

You know it’s your own fault for being like this. You’ve had friends in the past- cool, funny, popular, attractive- who frequently left you out on purpose. A drunken conversation in fifth year revealed that you were tolerable at best, a joke at worst. Always pushing in and so desperate for invitations that to extend them could only be ironic. 

You think about that more often than you should. You’re constantly hyperaware of how tolerable you are, sure that you’ll say or do something which will make everyone else realise exactly why you’re not in any particular group. You can’t let that happen yet with all these people, so full of love for one another that even proximity to them feels like the experience of it. Still, they’re teenagers. Judgement is an automatic response, and Remus is clever in the way he jokes. He’ll retell this conversation to roaring laughter if you reveal too much- not that he’s ever unkind, but you sort of invite a bad impression, you think.

“It’s really fine,” You assure him. “I’m tired. It’s cold, too.”

“Right,” He nods, glancing downwards. You think you’ve won (as much as you can win, here) until he turns to James and Peter and says, “I think we’re going to stay here. Bit chilly.”

What?

James frowns, making a sound of protest. “Moony!” His eyes fall to you next, and you look away, guilty and embarrassed. You’d never even considered that pity would drive Remus to actually stay here, and now they’ll all hate you. Nice job, very well handled.

Marlene is next. “‘Cas has just finished growing the Alihotsy plant, though. We’re all going.”

“It’s been weeks since we all had the evening off- or at least, since Potter and Black didn’t have a detention each,” Lily reasons more kindly. She receives twin protests from the boys on either side of her, but remains unbothered, adding, “It’d be nice to spend a bit more time as a group.”

You’re awfully close to tears. All you’d wanted was to relieve them of yourself, to retreat to your room and wait until somebody explicitly invited you somewhere (if ever), and now you’ve gone and ruined everybody’s evening. You turn to Remus, more urgent than is likely normal. “Please just go with them,” You say softly, aware that your voice is all wobbly. “I’m just going to go to bed, I don’t want to interrupt all of you catching up. Please, it’s really okay.”

There’s a brief silence that spans the entire crowd. They’ve all heard, are all likely attempting not to laugh. Remus is giving you an awful look. 

“...Are you okay, lovely?” Mary asks. You can’t look at her, can’t look at any of them, but you’ve always been alright at masking emotion in your voice when you really try. You force something like a smile.

“Yes! Yes, completely fine, I’m only tired. Post-holiday blues, maybe.” You laugh and it sounds terrible. “I’ve really only got to go to bed. You all have fun!” Silence again. 

“We might join you all in a bit,” Remus says firmly. There are a few worried noises of assent, and they all head off. Now, you do see them looking at one another, frowning and looking upset. Poor Remus, you imagine them saying on their way to the greenhouses, stuck looking after her while we all escape.

Remus asks you to sit down again three times before you agree, still rather set on going to bed so you won’t cry in front of the entire common-room.

“What’s making you so upset?” He asks softly, once he’s finally detained you. You blink quickly and cast a glance around at the other students in the common-room, afraid to embarrass yourself more than you already have, but he’s quick to assuage the fear. “I cast a muffliato when James began talking about the Alihotsy prank- ages ago. Nobody’s heard anything, I promise.”

You swallow harshly. “Oh. Thanks. I’m sorry I’m being so- so-”

“If I could,” Remus says, firm but kind, “This will be a lot easier if we can get to the problem, here, rather than whatever you think you’ve done wrong.”

“I- right. Okay. Um,” You stammer. “They’re not really mutually exclusive.” “Why don’t you want to come? Did somebody say something hurtful?” You look at him, slightly startled. “What? It’s not that I don’t want to.”

Remus seems perplexed, looking the way he does when he’s working out a particularly difficult exam question. “No?”

“No.” You twist your fingers together so tightly that they hurt. “No, it sounds fun, it just… it’s not as if I’m going to demand to be brought along, am I?” The joke falls flat. You think you already knew it would, but it’s still a bit embarrassing to laugh and be met with a concerned frown.

 You take a few longer breaths. You can fix this. You have to fix this. 

“Look, it’s kind of you to stay here, but like Lily said- you all have the night off. It’s really not so bad not to spend it as a group. I want you to go, really.” The next smile is easier. You’ve done this before, convinced people not to feel bad for you. 

“Why would you need to demand to be brought along?” Remus asks. “We made the plans while you were right here.”

“You all made plans together,” You explain slowly. “You know, having an evening to yourselves and that sort of thing. There’s no need for- you know, I’m honestly just tired. That’s probably why I’ve reacted so oddly, it’s my own fault.”

Remus looks at you for a long while, so intent that your skin gets prickly and uncomfortable. Eventually, he speaks, quiet and considered. “...You haven’t acted oddly if that’s how you’ve been feeling.”

“Tired?”

“No, excluded.” He says gently. “You really didn’t know you were invited?” You don’t answer with more than silence, and he sighs. 

“You were. You’re always invited, dove, of course you are.”

Trying not to get to hung up on impossibilities, you shake your head quickly. “It’d be a bit rude to assume that.”

“It wouldn’t.” Remus replies immediately. Then, “Dove, what are we going to do with you?” Entirely too much to comprehend. You’re glad he goes on. “Would you look at me for a moment, please?”

You want to ask him why, or refuse, or run up to your dormitory, but you do as he says. You wonder if he knows that he could ask you to do almost anything and you’d say yes, if he’ll only keep looking at you with his coffee-coloured eyes.

“All of us- we want you to come along, wherever we are. You’re important to lots of people. Do you understand that?” “I- I just don’t want to push myself in.” You say, mortified.

“You aren’t. You’re being pulled, if anything, yeah?” His lips quirk. “When Lily said those things about spending time as a group, she meant you, too. If somebody said something that made you think otherwise, I’ll-”

“Nobody said anything,” You tell him feebly. This is all rather a lot to take in. “I think… maybe it’s more that nobody’s said I am invited, or a part of- I don’t know, it’s all sort of stupid.”

“No it’s not,” Remus disagrees. He pinches your chin quickly between thumb and forefinger, frowning again. Mary once commented that Remus would look sixty by the time you all left school, with all his worrying wrinkles. “Not stupid, but it’s not very kind to yourself, either. Why shouldn’t we want you around?”

You open your mouth and close it at his raised eyebrow. “Rhetorical question?” 

“Rhetorical question.” He confirms amusedly. “There’s no point arguing, because we do. I do. I wish you wouldn’t think otherwise.”

“I’ve only been friends with all of you for a little while, though. You’ve all been mates since first-year.” At that, Remus outright scoffs. “Have we, now?” 

You shrug. 

“James and Lily always liked each other, then? Dorcas didn’t only just start hanging around us as well?” You look down, and he sighs. “However long everybody’s known one another, the most important bit is that we all like each other, yeah? It wouldn’t matter whether we became mates at eleven or two days ago- we’re friends. Or- you know.”

You definitely don’t know, but you’re going red anyway. He was definitely talking about Lily and James- that’s all he meant by ‘you know’. Isn’t it?

Remus scratches the back of his head, quiet for another second. Then, “...Why don’t we go down to the greenhouses? We’ll stick together the whole time, you’ll not be sat by yourself again.”

“I don’t want to make you babysit.”

Remus tsks, expression becoming sterner for a moment. “Don’t think that way about yourself. I’m asking because I want you to come- it’s not worth going if you aren’t there.”

The long moment it takes for you to decipher whether he’s only being nice or if that’s the truth is enough for Remus to decide that you don’t really have a choice in the matter. Tugging you to your feet, and seeming taller than ever with your proximity, he winds his own scarf around your neck and pushes some hair behind your hear. You let him, mostly because you’re too surprised to do anything about it.

“Let’s go, before they all decide to try some of the Alihotsy themselves. Gloves?”

You manage a nervous giggle, putting your mittens on when he hands them to you. “Thanks.”

“That’s alright. Come on,” He gives you a crooked sort of smile. It’s sometimes difficult to tell if Remus is aware how good-looking he is. 

The entire group are far too enthusiastic at yours and Remus’ arrival fifteen minutes later, given the fact that it’s hardly been half an hour since they left. Either way, you’re quickly pulled into a squabble between Lily and James about- as Remus predicted- the logic of trying some Alihotsy for themselves. 

“Thank Merlin you came, you’re the only one who won’t be completely daft about this!” Lily says, linking her arm in yours. You smile before catching Remus’ eye and looking down, feeling yourself flush. Smug bastard, you think fondly.

It’s an entire two hours before everyone heads back up to the castle, having thoroughly violated curfew but without (to James and Sirius’ chagrin) having tested any of the plant which would induce hysterical laughter. You find yourself walking beside the tallest of the group in comfortable silence, a few steps behind the rest.

“Thanks for making me come with you,” You say, perhaps a little more earnestly than you ought. “It was really nice.”

“‘Course, dove.” You look up at Remus to find he’s already looking at you. He clears his throat, glancing over at Sirius and Marlene where they’re pretending to push each other into the snow. It’s likely to end in one of them following through and the other swearing eternal hatred. “We’re all glad you came along. Could even make a habit of it.”

You exhale a laugh. “Maybe.”

He gives you a sideways look. “Oh, ‘maybe’, is it?” “...Conceivably?” You grin, darting away when he grabs at you and sort of wishing you’d stayed still just to see what he’d do. Remus fixes you with a teasing glare.

“Watch it, sweetheart.”

You blink, choking on words for a minute. Sweetheart? Sweetheart!? Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheartsweetheartsweetheartsweetheart-

“You alright?” 

“Yeah!” You say, too quickly. Remus misreads your flusteredness as something else and softens, taking hold of your sleeve and tugging you towards him. You go easily.

“If it’ll help,” He says thoughtfully, “You can ask me if you’re invited to things. Or I’ll just tell you. Then you won’t have to go to the trouble of assuming either way.”

You like him so, so much. “That’s really nice of you, Remus.”

“Eh,” He shrugs. “You know me.”

Now, it’s harder not to smile than anything else. “I don’t want you to go to any trouble. It’s really my problem, I shouldn’t-”

“Enough,” He interrupts gently. “Just say yes, dove, if it’ll help. I won’t be unhappy either way.”There are several places within you, the more unkind parts, that say accepting his offer would be like accepting pity. But there are also places that are warmed at the thought, that remember how people reacted when you arrived in the greenhouse, that can start imagining a reality wherein nobody hated your presence by the sofas tonight, and those bits win the argument for the first time in a very long time. You look up at Remus, his soft eyes and fluffy hair dusted with snow, and nod.

[balioc]

Looking at the world from a manager's perspective, you can productively model the pool of workers as being divided into a few basic groups, which are defined and characterized by their driving motivations.

Insert all the usual disclaimers for this sort of thing - this is the roughest type of rough typology. I pulled these categories out of my raw intuition, and possibly a few more would crop up with some additional thought. In reality, the boundaries of these categories are incredibly fuzzy, and almost every individual is actually going to be motivated by a complicated mix of all the relevant motivations; we're talking REALLY SIMPLE HEURISTICS here. Etc.

There have been other well-known worker typologies that share a lot in common with my thoughts here; this is mostly not novel, it's mostly meant to refine a few ideas for particular purposes.

Hustlers are motivated by concrete personal advantage. Most commonly, and most straightforwardly, they want money - as much of it as they can get. They may also be interested in fame, idiosyncratic perks, etc. They do whatever they have to do in order to get what they want.

No surprise: you see huge preponderances of these guys in fields that provide outsize concrete rewards, e.g. finance, the upper echelons of management, etc. But not every natural-born Hustler is in a position to enter a glitzy high-paying field, and in fact you find Hustlers all throughout society and all throughout the economy, finding or making hustles wherever they go.

Having Hustlers working for you is mostly pretty great. They get shit done. They can be induced to work incredibly hard - probably harder than anyone else, under most circumstances - and they'll shank their own mothers if the price is right. If you need anything really important from them, anything at all, it's just a matter of bribing them enough.

...they will also, of course, cheerfully shank you if the price is right. Hustlers aren't the only wellsprings of institutional politics and infighting, but they're the most dangerous ones; they're always potential rivals to everyone around them. Also, you need to keep the tangible rewards flowing in a steady stream in order to get anything out of them, or else they'll put most of their effort into jumping ship (one way or another).

Craftsmen are motivated by the desire to do good work in their chosen fields, for its own sake and for the sake of their treasured self-image as people who do good work.

As you'd expect, for the most part, they're excellent workers and should be prized. But they're not perfect workers. Common weaknesses and downsides include:

They tend to have their own ideas about How Things Should Get Done; they're often resistant to externally-imposed product/service requirements or process changes (and bad at implementing those things) (no matter how important or well-conceived they are), and they're very resistant to "just get it out the door, right now done is better than good."

Being driven chiefly by internal motivation is great, but sometimes it's useful to be able to push things along with external motivators, and Craftsmen are pretty resistant to those. They don't like working more or harder than they're naturally inclined to work, they mostly sneer at carrots, and sticks make them sad and unproductive.

It's important to note that, while noteworthy skill within a field correlates with having a Craftsman temperament and motivation suite - for obvious reasons - those things are not identical at all. Plenty of Craftsmen are bad at their jobs, or just average, and plenty of the best workers are most motivated by things other than the Excellence of the Work Itself.

Fanatics are a relatively rare and specialized group, whom you find mostly within a few specific sorts of culturally-valorized fields. They're motivated by a desire to be part of something Important and Good in a Broader Sense: to Save the World, or some smaller-bore version of that.

They make amazing front-line soldiers, in the sorts of institutions that have "front-line soldiers." They work super hard, and you don't even need to bribe them, you just need to keep them hopped up on inspiration.

The big problem with them is that they're mostly motivated by a feeling - the feeling of Being Righteous - and it's not easy to control where they get that feeling, in any kind of precise way. They're just as resistant to external motivators as Craftsmen are, or even more so, but they're also not being guided by an ideal of effective quality. (No, not even if their chosen cause is theoretically all about an ideal of effective quality, hem hem.) They will happily waste vast amounts of time and money doing useless things, or even counterproductive things, so long as they're engaged in tasks that hit the right psychological buttons for them. There's also a constant risk that a Fanatic will decide that his employer is unrighteous, or that one of his coworkers is unrighteous, and start an internal conflict; the risk scales in a more-than-linear fashion with the number of Fanatics you keep around.

The biggest group, unsurprisingly, is the Normies. In most fields, it is much the biggest group. Normies are motivated by the desire to be members in good standing of their communities, to have positive relationships with the people around them, and to live up to basic norms and expectations.

Managerial skills, in the traditional sense, are incredibly important with Normies. If you want them to do good work for you - and you should want that, as a manager, you've almost certainly got a whole bunch of them - not only do you have to keep them pointed in the right direction, you have to make sure that they're supporting each other. With Hustlers, you just have to throw money at them (and avoid their power plays); with Craftsmen, you just have to let them do their thing, and occasionally badger them into giving you what you need; with Fanatics, you just have to be inspirational; but with Normies, you have to lead, and construct a productive community. You have to set reasonable, achievable norms and expectations that will get you what you need.

This wouldn't be complete if I didn't talk about the Defectors. The Defectors are motivated by not working. They don't want to be there, they resent having to do their jobs, and their primary goal is to shirk as much as possible. They will, by default, put much more effort into shirking than into their assigned tasks.

Obviously, managers don't want to have to deal with them, for good reason. But they're out there, in large numbers - not always in the places and fields where you'd expect to find them - and learning to manage them is sometimes more viable than trying to get rid of them. ("Moving Heaven and Earth to find them jobs that will change their attitude" is often a good plan, although of course it's not always possible and not always worth it.)

Crucially, Defectors are not Normies. If you start with the assumption that the average baseline worker is lazy and sour, you will make some incredibly stupid decisions. There are some fields where, for structural reasons, you can expect that a very large number of your workers will be Defectors; this is a huge and complicated challenge, well beyond the scope of this post, and good luck to you if you have to handle it, but it's not the default.

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Once you have those categories in your head, and can play with them, a number of obvious-seeming ideas present themselves. Just a couple, for now:

Most high-level executives are Hustlers, or have strong Hustler tendencies, for obvious reasons. Most of the people around them are Hustlers, or have strong Hustler tendencies. This means that they tend to overweight the Hustler outlook, by a lot, when they try to model what their workers are like. More specifically, I'd wager that a lot of them intuitively divide the world into "good workers" ( = Hustlers) and "bad workers" ( = Defectors). This will lead to a heavy overreliance on tangible rewards, a systematic shortchanging of community-building, etc. Which is in fact just what we see.

In particular - crucially - Hustlers and Defectors are the only worker types who ever become more productive under heavy stress. Hustlers actually benefit from it, because it raises the stakes of the game that they're already playing. (If you succeed, you'll be king of the world! If you fail, you'll be shark food! Go go go!) Defectors suffer terribly from stress, of course, but they can sometimes be spooked into doing their jobs as opposed to doing nothing, and sometimes that's the best/easiest way to get something out of them. But stress is terrible for everyone else. Craftsmen lose their focus. Fanatics lose their hope. It's worst of all for Normies, because they take all their cues from the vibes around them; they're productive when they learn to associate work with comfort and happiness, and when you fill their working world with frantic desperation, you just put them in a permanent cringe state.

stop trying to pit your Normies against each other in competitions for status and rewards dear God what are you stupid

To some extent, you can control your institution by controlling what types of workers you have. But only to some extent. There are only so many Hustlers and Craftsmen to go around, and if you want them, you will have to (a) be able to identify them reliably on little information [HINT: you are probably very bad at this], and (b) provide them with what they want [tangible rewards / comfortable security and interesting work]. "We are going to employ only the good special people" is feasible if you're an outfit of four workers; at a dozen, it's already become a stretch; at a few hundred, uh, pfffffffft. If you want to operate at scale, you need to be able to make Normies do good work, there is no substitute for it.