#I share them bc I want to not bc I have to

[jj-one]

i’m having thoughts that desperately need sharing

who in skz would most likely love an inexperienced partner because they would loveeee the idea of teaching them everything and guiding them through their first time?

i have had these thoughts for so long now and i need somebody to share my delulu with 😛

you’ve come to the right place bestie, let’s be delusional together 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i feel like chan, minho, & seungmin would absolutely love the idea of having an inexperienced partner the most but i’m not opposed to the idea of all the members being into it. here’s my little list that i compiled hehe <3

chan:

he’s too fucking gentle with you at first, like he treats you as if you’re some delicate flower and is hesitant on corrupting your innocence— especially when it comes to fucking you bc he suffers from big dick syndrome and doesn’t wanna hurt you </3 but once he knows you wanna be taught, it’s game over. he’s the world’s biggest tease so ofc he loves pressing the head of his cock against your untouched folds, not entering, just showing you what’s coming. makes you say “please” until you’re crying. he gets off on having all the control, dragging you down his filthy little rabbit hole with soft praises and unbearable pressure. he wants to be the only one who’s touched you. every gasped whimper, every flutter of your pussy around him as he pushes in for the first time, he memorizes it all. his strokes are always agonizingly slow, deep, claiming, but the more you both get into it the more rough he’d get, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you like it’s nothing to him.

“you already came twice baby, i know you’ve got one more left in you.”

minho:

pretends that he doesn’t care (spoiler: he 100% does), he jerks off to the idea of being your first more than he’d admit. especially when you’re looking up at him with those big, doey eyes, lip trembling, legs spread but uncertain— he makes you say it, “i don’t know what i’m doing.” you’ve told him that you’ve never watched porn before and have rarely ever touched yourself, you were a novice, but that’s what he’s here for, to teach you the ropes ! he corrupts you deliberately, one filthy lesson at a time. first lesson? how to suck him off. second? riding until your thighs give out. third? letting him film you crying around his cock. he’s now become fully obsessed with stripping you of your purity, shaping you into the perfect little slut just for him. can’t help but smirk as you beg for more, knowing he’s the reason for turning you into this.

“look at you— used to be so innocent. now you’re drooling on my cock like it’s all you’ve ever known. and it is, isn’t it? ‘cause i made you this way.”

seungmin:

is completely deadpan. quiet, yet dangerous. he acts unimpressed until you’re crying from just taking his fingers. then he’s leans close, voice low, and says, “you really don’t know a thing, do you?” he thrives off being the one to show you. the only one. has you arching off the sheets just from his mouth with the most smug look on his face at how easily you come apart. he doesn’t just teach, he literally reprograms you. makes sure no one else will ever satisfy you again. just watches with dark eyes as you stammer through every new sensation, feeling so overwhelmed and desperate, too shy to even say his name without whimpering ;( makes you go crazy from the way he touches you slowly, taking his sweet sweet time with you like he’s got all day bc if he’s gonna ruin you, he’s gonna relish in it. calls it “training” when he makes you practice sucking him off until your throat burns, when he fingers you for hours just to watch your mind melt from how overstimulated you are. records you babbling nonsense while your legs shake as proof that you belong to him now; have you crying, clinging to him, begging to cum again.

“good girl. you’ll take whatever i give you, yeah? ‘cause i’m the only one who knows what you need.”

changbin:

he’s your coach, absolutely loves teaching !! makes it interactive. pushes two fingers into your sopping cunt and says, “now clench. hold it. yeah, like that.” he takes utmost pride in watching you learn, fucking you in different positions until you find the one that makes you scream. makes you cum over and over again just so you understand your body better. he’s so proud of the mess he makes out of you <3 talks you through it like he’s guiding a workout— except you’re trembling, soaked, tears streaming down your cheeks bc it’s soso much but he’s still not done. makes you mirror everything he does when he eats you out, wants to hear you use your big girl words and tell him what it feels like. spreads your thighs wider with every session, the pad of his thumb circling your clit nice n slow just to watch you squirm from the simplest touches. he gets off on your innocence, gets harder every time you ask, “is this okay..?” bc it means there’s still more to ruin. makes you sit in his lap and bounce until your legs give out from shaking and your voice breaks from how many times you’ve begged. he won’t stop until your body responds to only him, trained and wrecked to perfection, even when you’re dazed, drooling, and completely fucked out.

“told you i’d make a good girl outta you, we’re just getting started.”

hyunjin:

sensual, slow, & obsessed. he calls you “innocent” like it’s your name. thinks it’s the cutest shit ever how shy you get when he’s got your legs sprawled and whispers where everything is. fingers you while describing in grave detail how he’ll fuck you and makes you repeat it back to him. “say it, baby. tell me what i taught you.” he corrupts you with elegance, artful degradation, slow-melting kisses between instruction. every night becoming another slowburn chapter in your ruin. he memorizes every little reaction, every gasp, every twitch, every time your breath catches when his lips brush your ear. he keeps you perched prettily on his cock, producing slow, diluted strokes at first, watching your brows pinch and your thighs quiver, whispering all the dirty shit he wants to do to you in a reverent tone like he’s reading poetry. paints bruises down your throat like he’s leaving his signature. tells you what a masterpiece you’ve become under his hands. won’t let you cover your face when you start to cry, he wants to witness it all. wants to see beg with those soft, needy whines that he loves as he holds your hips still and fucks you through another orgasm, praising how well you’re taking it, how much you’ve changed, won’t stop ‘til you’re boneless and spent, tear-streaked and writhing in his arms.

“you used to blush when i kissed you, but now look at you, ruined and addicted. all mine.”

jisung:

he lives for the fact that he’s your first. the way your whole body shudders just from him breathing on your cunt. how every moan you let out sounds like pure heaven to him— raw, unsure, and desperate. he’s obsessed with how new you are to everything, fingers soaked from just teaching you how to grind properly. “good girl, just like that- fuck, you’re learning so fast.” he craves to taint your innocence than anything else, saying all types of nasty shit as he makes you beg to cum for the first time. he corrupts you sweetly, patiently; until you’re reduced to nothing but a cockdrunk and clingy mess. he likes it best when you’re shy about wanting more, when you squirm under his gaze and whisper that something feels weird, and he has to gently coax you through it, telling you it’s completely normal. lets you ride his cock for the first time with your hands on his chest, telling you exactly how to move. gets so hard watching you unravel from the smallest things, his thumb on your clit, a filthy word in your ear, the soft drag of his tongue over your nipples. adores how overwhelmed you get, how easy it is to ruin you with nothing but gentle pressure and a few well-placed moans. your innocence is like a drug to him, and he’ll spend all night undoing it, slowly and thoroughly, until the only thing left of you is the pretty little mess he’s created.

“you’ll never come this hard for anyone else, baby. they didn’t break you in— i did.”

felix:

surprisingly filthy. like he’s the sweetest, most wholesome boyfriend ever in public but when it’s just you two? yeah, that’s a whole different story. that first hit of dopamine fucks him up when he finally gets a taste of you, the way your body twitches from the first brush of his tongue, he already knows he’s gonna be addicted to your pussy. he worships every shaky moan, every uncertain grind of your hips, loving how easy it is to mold you. showers you with praises while he breaks you, tells you how perfect you look when you’re so lost in pleasure you’ve never felt before. treats your virginity like a gift, but one he fully intends to unwrap, piece by piece. kisses you slow and deep while his fingers slip lower and lower, letting you get used to every inch of him before he gives you more. he coos over every nervous whimper, smiles when you get too overwhelmed to form proper words bc it means he’s doing his job right. his cock swells in size the more you cling to him, eyes glossy, lips jutting out as you beg for something you don’t even have the words for. takes his time stretching you open, his husky, commanding baritones in your ear telling you how good you’re being, how proud he is that you’re letting him ruin you. and when you’re spread out beneath him, flushed and trembling, you’re so far gone that all your shyness sheds away.

“you’re so sensitive, angel. no one’s ever touched you here like this, huh?”

jeongin:

a total freak in denial. like he’s shy and gets all blushy when you call him your first, but the moment he realizes you’re letting him guide you? a switch flips in his horny brain. he’ll make you touch yourself in front of him first, watching you intently, fingers gripping the base of his thick cock as he corrects your movements with breathy commands. is all red-faced and whimpery when he finally fucks you, drunk off the way your pussy swallows him whole every time he thrusts in a little deeper. gets a little timid when he tries to talk you through it all, voice shaky but firm— tells you where to place your hands, how to tilt your hips, what to say when you want more. just can’t help but get so worked up by you, overwhelmed and messy, looking up at him like he’s the only one who’s ever made you feel this way. feels kinda bad for how much he loves it when you cry a little from how good it feels, when you babble that you don’t know what’s happening and he gets to say, “it’s okay, baby… i’ve got you. just let me teach you.” drinking in the scenery of you falling apart under him, frenzied and blissed out for the first time.

“no one else gets to have you like this, yeah? i’m the one who ruined you.”

[yunalinwrites]

one of my fav kdramas (called youre beautiful) is abt a girl joining a boy band and pretending to be a boy ohshc style except her fellow members dont know and she has to somehow live with them while hiding it 😭 it's so wattpad i love

so imagine being fem!reader sharing a dorm with the saja boys while trying not to get found out

of course u cant hide forever tho so this is how i think you'd get found out and how they'd react:

❓ mystery knew from the start. you didnt realize he was scrutinizing you so closely bc of them fuck ass bangs but from the day you met he could tell just by looking at you. but, much like he does about everything, he kept quiet because he didnt want to freak you out. he found it cute though, every time you'd slip up and get all flustered trying to cover up why you were staring at the dresses at the mall or why you were caught buying pads. so, he'd just smile, pat your head, and calmly help you make excuses. if you walk into the wrong room at the wrong time he'll quietly direct you to a gender neutral bathroom or drape a towel over your eyes whenever the guys got too... carefree in the locker room. lowk helps you hide it from the other members bc he likes it being his little secret

🍼 baby also found out pretty early but also like not really? he walked in on you in the bathroom once and was like "mb" and then he thought about it and was like "wait a sec..." but then he just shrugged it off. and since then for a while in the back of his head he would catch the way you walk or the way you sit or the way your eyelashes look against your cheek and for a split second would think like "is he a chick?" but he never really came to a conclusion bc he just dont gaf. dude or not he treats you pretty much the same. once everyone else starts figuring it out tho thats when he starts acknowledging it. now that everyone else seems to treat you differently as a girl, he starts questioning how to feel or act around you...

💪 abby started rough housing with the other boys and tried to pull you in. lifted you up and not only were you lighter than he expected, your bodies were right up against each other. you did your best to bind your tits down but when you were chest to chest like this it was still noticeable. he awkwardly puts you down and scratches the back of his neck, mumbling an apology. for the next few days his brain is fried thinking about it. he never verbally acknowledges it but he starts being super gentle around you and treating you like you're fragile. feels the need to protect you physically, even if its against the other boys. always keeping watch to make sure they're gentle with you as well.

✨ jinu overhears you out yourself on the phone somehow and is so mad and so flustered at the same time. he's afraid you're going to be a liability if the fans find out and its gonna be a pain to hide but behind all that anger he's just scared of women fr. blushes every time he remembers you're a girl. every time you end up together alone in the living room or catch each other in the hallway, brushing each others shoulders in the slightest, he turns bright red and freaks tf out. somehow though he finds it easier to connect with you emotionally as a girl. with other guys it sometimes feels weird to be vulnerable, but you don't seem to have that shame at all. he admires it. gwi ma probably forced you into this situation so he empathizes with you.

🫶 romance liked to ask you all the time about your love life. asking what your type is, ideal date, dream wedding, do you want kids, etc. you figured it would be safest to just pretend you were a straight dude who liked girls. he wouldnt have cared though. he was starting to feel a little something for you even before you revealed yourself as a girl but refrained from going down that route to stay professional. but when you do reveal yourself as a girl it starts to get even harder to keep that boundary.

🥤 overall once they figure it out none of them tell each other or really say it aloud bc of the implications it has. but they all show it through actions like making sure you're fed and hydrated, letting you use the shower first, asking you if you need a break during rehearsal, etc. but trust, once they all start offering to help you at the same time--like all of them reaching to lend you their marker during fan signings when yours goes dry or surrounding you with 5 different choices of hoodie when you mention you're cold--they start getting real jealous and possessive real soon; they all want to be the one and only you rely on.

eventually though when they all reveal that they all know and everyone's on the same page, they start working together to protect you. all 5 of them wrapped around ur finger 😋 but still fighting for your attention

a/n: ugh i wish i had time/energy to do this properly along w all my other fics for kpdh (this movie has taken over my life) but idk i prob wont LOLL if anyone else wants to build off of this plz go ahead and tag me

[mona-risms]

Just figured it out. The entire Huntr/x group has a massive praise kink, most likely from their ✨shared trauma✨ of being rejected/isolated for one reason or another. Honestly I can't picture any of them responding exceptionally well to any form of degradation (again because they've already been there and done that already). Literally that one audio just:

Rumi: Give me the biggest fucking praise buff- 🤗

(Reader): You're such a good girl~

Mira: HOLY FUCK TREAT ME LIKE THAT 🫢

(Reader): Good fucking girl

Zoey in the background: YES I AM!! 🤩

Literally three losers trapped in hot bodies 😭 but you'd be absolutely right and you will be hearing NO objection from me. They've already dealt with some form of degradation in their lives (not in a fun way), and even if it IS a sexual setting and sure they're aware that some people kinda like it bc it's a form of reclamation anyway, it's. Unless it's VERY light and teasing degradation, it's really really not for them. Methinks they'd have individual preferences when it comes to it though

Rumi would respond best when it comes to being praised for her appearance, which seems shallow at base level but think about it w me for a sec. She's grown up believing that she should be ashamed, that she should hide her patterns or else she'll be nothing but a demon to everyone's eyes—even managed to convince her that Zoey and Mira would NEVER accept and understand her if she told the truth and showed them proof of her descent. If you tell her how she's such a pretty girl for you, all ruined while you fuck her brains out, and if you even target the parts that she thinks are 'monstrous' like her patterns or her eyes or literally anything? She's gone. Her entire body's shaking from the force of her orgasm and her claws might damage the bed but oh well!!!!

Zoey would LOVELOVELOVE being praised for being good, which is why in one of my earlier entries I've said how she adores petplay. She CRAVES affection AND approval, especially considering her people-pleasing tendencies—she wants to be more than enough for you, she wants to do everything you ask of her, she wants to give you everything you want, she wants you happy bc you happy and satisfied is her own reward!!! There's that small nagging feeling constantly inside her that gets her thinking if she isn't good then you won't want her anymore :( so bombard her with praise about how she's your good girl, taking everything you give her and squeezing down, all dripping wet and obedient, and those thoughts'll float away as she keeps on babbling and saying thank you with tears in her eyes

Mira wouldn't really voice it out, not really, but the way to get to her may actually be by being possessive during sex. Stay with me here, right. She's never felt like she belonged anywhere, considering her 'problem child' status that most definitely got her feeling shunned left, right, and centre. She's not possessive in general, and if YOU were like deathly possessive yourself she'll even sit you down just to kinda like have a talk w you about it. But when it comes to intimacy and kinks? Oh. Oh my god. There's something about you calling her yours and no one else's, about you gripping onto her tight as if letting go would tear her away from you, that gets her so fucking hot and bothered. Bc her whole life she didn't belong anywhere and yet now you're telling her she belongs to you??? FUCK she'd have such a deathly grip on you too, and her body's movements as it arches as close to you as possible more than speaks for her

Overall these girls def need to be praised so much :( not just in sex but in general as well. It gets them feeling a bit of heat in their core but also it makes them so happy :(((( they deserve love

[hoe-in-deepspace]

Im literally obsessed with your blog, and the fact that were practically the same age..their both a warm.balm to my soul 😫! Can i request something from one zayne girlie to another? We all knkw that caleb is considered a panty sniffer but...what if zayne is a bra feeler, and you catch him in the act? (We know he got some crazy hidden kinks as well 🤭). If you decide to do this, then my aether embedded heart will beat once more.

Omg thank you so much!!!! That makes me very happy 🥰 Similar age AND both Zayne girlies??? The universe must want us to be friends 🙂‍↕️ I'm drooling over the Zayne pic bc goddamn he looks breathtaking 😍

You are absolutely right about Zaynie being kinky (it's always the quiet ones) and I could definitely see him having a thing for bras

I haven't really written much fanfiction so there is no guarantee that it'll be good but I did my best for you!

P.S. I made the bra a red lace one to match the red lace panties in that panty sniffer Caleb edit 🤭

Dividers: enchanthings

Caught Red-Handed

Zayne x Reader

CW: Mentions of reader having breasts/wearing a bra but otherwise written as gn as possible (tagging as x fem reader just in case), pre-established relationship, two yearning idiots, Zayne realizing he is a horny freak for reader's bra (pops a boner that's never mentioned again). I think that's everything. Let me know if I forgot anything that should be here please.

Everybody knows that Zayne shows his love and care through acts of service. Which is why he's currently in your laundry room moving your freshly cleaned clothes out of the dryer and into the laundry basket that's resting gently between his arm and hip.

You had casually mentioned to him earlier in the day that you were exhausted from the countless missions the association had sent you on for the past week but couldn't spend your day off resting as there were many things you needed to take care of at your place. You had been putting the tasks off until you had more time and now that you finally had the time your body decided it only wants to rest. To say you regret leaving everything to be done on the same day is an understatement.

When you confided in Zayne about your predicament you hadn't thought he would show up on your doorstep 20 minutes later with your favorite drink in hand along with a small paper bag containing a few sweet treats for you two to share.

Once you both finished eating, Zayne adamantly insisted on helping you with your chores under the guise of not wanting the stress of it all to overwhelm your already exhausted body and heart. You knew he was helping simply because he cares about you but you couldn't resist the urge to ask if he's this caring with his other patients. His response? "Only the ones who cause as much trouble as you." You gasp. "There are others?" you joke with a faux look of shock displayed on your face. The corners of Zayne's lips quirk up ever so slightly before he breathes out a small "No".

Seeing as how Zayne wasn't going to take no for an answer you decided to leave him in charge of washing the laundry since it was the easiest task on your list. You know he works hard day in and day out at the hospital so the idea of letting him take on your biggest tasks on top of all that made a twinge of guilt bubble up in your chest.

Zayne carried the now full basket of clean clothes to your room and sat it down on the edge of your bed before proceeding to fold its contents.

When you had suggested for Zayne to wash your laundry he had politely asked if you wished to remove any intimates you didn't want him to see from the pile. He reassured you that he had no issue with handling such garments and was only asking out of respect for your privacy. You quietly thanked him before sorting through your laundry pile until you had collected all of your intimates to be washed by you later.

Zayne sorted your clean clothing as he folded them making separate piles for your t-shirts, jeans, socks, hunter uniform, etc. Once everything in the basket was folded and separated he began putting them away in the places you instructed him to. The closet was first and once everything that belonged in there was put away he moved on to the dresser. You had specified that your t-shirts go in the top drawer on the left but when he opened said drawer he came face to face with your collection of bras and underwear instead.

Realizing he must have made a mistake when remembering your instructions he goes to close the dresser drawer until a certain red lacy bra catches his eye. He stops in his tracks and stares at the garment with increasing intensity. He gets an overwhelming urge to pick up the bra and feel the delicate lace between his fingers but pushes the feeling down. Or at least he tries to.

Before he knows it he's got the red lacy bra in his hands. He drags his thumb slowly across the underside of the right cup. His fingers follow along down the length of the band before gently making their way to the straps. It's clear to Zayne that this bra serves as fashion over function due to the rather fragile natural of the straps. He imagines how they'd struggle to hold up your perfect breasts (no matter what size they are). The way they'd practically beg to be slipped off your shoulders so they can get even a few moments of respite from their losing struggle with your breasts. After Zayne's careful assessment of the garment he concludes it's rarely worn (if at all) based on the near perfect condition it's in. This discovery brings a sense of relief to his yearning heart. Next he uses his long fingers to stretch the cup out as if it were being worn by you. His breath hitches as he imagines your breast filling the cup. The way the lace would stretch across the tissue as if it were a second skin, giving the illusion that the lace was just another part of your gorgeous body. How despite your breasts being covered there is still very little left to the imagination. The growing tightness of his pants pulls him from his lewd thoughts.

He shouldn't be doing this. He knows it's wrong but he can't seem to get himself to stop no matter how hard he tries. He's never been so drawn to a piece of clothing before so he had no way to mentally defend himself against such an occurrence.

After fighting with himself internally, he cautiously continues running his fingers across the bra tracing the pattern of the lace on each cup. His breathing becoming more rapid and audible as a slight blush creeps across his face and ears. Eventually losing the battle with his intense urges, Zayne slowly drags the delicate fabric across his cheek to then ghost over his lips. A languid sigh escapes him as his eyelids flutter shut. The lace barely touched his lips but it's enough to make him weak in the knees.

While Zayne was busy fighting his demons in your bedroom you were in the kitchen putting away the last of the dishes you just finished cleaning. Suddenly you remembered (a bit too late) that you had rearranged your clothes in your dresser last week to make more room and things were now in a different spot than you had told Zayne they'd be. You mentally scold yourself for making such a mistake. You had given him the rundown on where everything goes while you were busy washing the mountain of dishes that accumulated over the last few days. That coupled with how exhausted you were led to you telling Zayne the spots those clothes used to go.

As you make your way to your bedroom to apologize and correct your mistake you can't help but wonder why Zayne hadn't come out to address it as it had been almost half an hour since he had taken your clothes out of the dryer. Surely he wasn't still folding them? Maybe he just opened the rest of your drawers to figure it out himself? But he had been so respectful of your privacy earlier so there is no way he would have gone through your other drawers without your permission, right? Questions ran through your head as you finally made your way into your bedroom.

"Sorry Zayne I-" you start but quickly cut yourself off as your gaze lands on what's happening in front of you. There stands Zayne slightly hunched over your open dresser drawer with your red lace bra in his hands and a deep blush on his face.

Zayne immediately whips his head in your direction and looks at you with widened eyes before quickly looking back down at your bra in his hands. He's been caught red-handed. He stays quiet for a moment while he tries to come up with any possible excuse that could explain why you found him in such a state. All the while his blush deepens.

You were so caught off guard by the situation that all you can manage to say is "is that my bra?" to which he just slowly nods while still avoiding your gaze. Before you can say anything else Zayne speaks up. "I apologize for my behavior. I don't know what came over me." You notice he still has your bra in his hands and has started nervously running his fingers along it. It's such a small movement that you doubt he even knows he's doing it.

The pieces of the puzzle connect in your mind as you realize Zayne, your usually composed doctor friend you're in love with, was just helplessly touching (and who knows what else) your lace bra he accidentally stumbled upon while you were in the other room. Your face heats up at the implication of the situation. Zayne wouldn't have acted the way he did if he didn't have feelings for you right? Maybe you're reading too much into this? Your mind is plagued with questions that you desperately need an answer to.

Mustering up all the courage you have you slowly move closer and gently place your hand over Zayne's to stop his fidgeting fingers. You both look up at each other and lock eyes. The two of you stand there in silence for a brief moment before Zayne instinctively looks away and clears his throat. He knows he should release your bra from his hands but that would mean removing his hand from your gentle grip. It would mean losing the feeling of your warm palm and slightly pruning fingertips against his cool skin. Zayne may often seem calm and collected on the outside but inside he deeply craves touch and affection. But not just anyone's will do, no, he craves your touch and affection. Which is why he's going to stand here as long as you'll let him with your hand on top of his.

Zayne makes no effort to move from the current position so you decide to take it upon yourself to gently remove your bra from his hands. He shows no resistance to your movement but carefully watches you from the corner of his eye. It's as if he's studying your expression for any signs of anger or disgust. He sees neither on your face but that does little to calm his racing heart.

Once the bra is free from Zayne's grip you drop it into the still open drawer and quickly close it. A deafening silence rings in the air as neither of you know where to go from here. Unable to cope with the lingering silence any longer you spit out the first thing that comes to mind. "I've never worn it. I thought I would save it for a special occasion". Zayne hums softly in response. "What occasion would warrant such attire?" he questions with a teasing lilt in his voice. You exhale a small laugh as some of the earlier tension dissipates. "I'd probably wear it on a date if I really liked the person." you half joke.

Zayne finally turns to face you before uttering lowly, "and if I was your date?" He prays you understand the underlying meaning behind his words. That you understand he's not just interested in seeing you in that risque garment. That he wants to see you in every facet both physically and emotionally. He wants to see you when you're happily gushing about a show you like, when you're sad because your favorite restaurant stopped serving your go to meal, when you're laughing over something he said, when you're too tired to get up for work in the morning because you stayed up late playing a video game. He wants to see you.

He looks at you with a mix of hope and fear in his eyes. Hope that you'll return his feelings and fear that your friendship is over if not. His heart is beating a mile a minute as he awaits your response.

Luckily for Zayne, you understood exactly what he meant. You knew he was never the type to make crude comments so it was clear to you that he was saying a lot more than the words that came out of his mouth. After being friends with Zayne for so long you had learned to pick up on the subtle ways he would express his intentions without actually voicing them. Even after all those years apart this still rang true.

A small smile appeared on your face and Zayne's heart clenched in his chest. Finally, after what felt like hours, you respond.

"I'm free this Saturday if you'd like to find out."

A/N: Ahhh I hope you liked it! I didn't mean for it to be this long but my inspiration was just raring to go apparently. I thought about making it smutty but didn't want it to be too long so maybe I can do a part 2 if people are interested. Never wrote smut before but I read a lot of it so maybe that'll be enough to help. Anywho, thank you for reading!

[zombee04]

The full description for those curious.

Unfortunately I was a fucking excited dumbass and bought the patreon yesterday before scrolling down to see her latest works.

I think one of the things that bugs me the MOST in all of this is the aged up design used is diffrent to the one she has made in the past, this uh 'aged up' design resembling more towards Aliza when she first fell but w b**bs (sorry idk tumblrs censoring system too well), than the adult design SAS posted in 2022. I do have access to the full pic bc again I was the idiot that bought the patreon thing before noticing the uh top posts but here's a comparison of the free to view thumbnail (again even tho I have access to the premium one I dont wanna download it or share it both for personal morals and also idk patrons tos that well and also PERSONAL MORALS)

Left is the.. mmm.... right is the adult design she posted on twitter in 2022. Again this is nit picky but just a personal uhm idk the word it hurts? Feels gross.

Again at this point in time I have no idea what to believe rn and ik I'm just being bias and uh parasocial to the media but I truly truly hope shes not a pdf and is just an idiot that drew it in poor taste as like a self insert type thing but again I DONT THINK SO?? I THINK IM JUST IN DENIAL??? IDK it's horrible it's a nightmare and thank you to those who came out abt it on my behalf, genuinely I don't know how to feel about this

Horrortale has meant so much to me, as it has for so so many other people. The fandom has been so wholesome and I want to send my love to the others that were really attached to this fandom too. It's been such a long going series with alot of original and interesting stuff I just hhhtkhdihskhshahananaaaaaa. I know its an escape for alot of people not just me. Both the cannon and fannon stuff

Althought personally I'm still ripped apart, i think it's fine to still read the comic as long as you don't interact with the material? Idk. It's up to you. I am still personally torn and just really wish this never happened

Anyways I'm still very new to posting on tumblr but if your able to comment under here without it bugging froggo (idk if tumblr let's you do that if you repost or if it goes straight to the original post??) But if if is just like a thing where it's only under my post then feel free to type out your own feelings qnd experiences with the fandom

I wanna thank my friends for being there for me the past 24 hours, it's genuinely meant alot being able to talk about this with others and their patience with my rants about this really really means more than I can say, so uh I wanna pay that fowards I guess, feel free to rant in the replies or anonymously in the asks if you want, I wont post them unless like I have something to add to it ig

Uhm yeah heart goes out to everyone and big thank you to my friends (idk if I should say here or not bc yk but yk who you are) uhm genuinely ik I haven't shown it much but after the irl shit that's happened before this and then discovering this, your support has meant everything to me

Ok I'm rambling bye

Horrortale’s creator caught proshipping

This just in folks, Horrortale’s creator Sour Apple Studios caught not only proshipping BUT making suggestive art of an original character WHO IS A MINOR

June 1st, the pride month before the fall, the patron unveiled this here post featuring not only Aliza’s rear end as front and center but said rear end being on Sans Horrortale’s lap. Thats right, the creator is stepping above and beyond in “what the fuck”age by not only inventing a minor character but making self-described mature art about them.

Using my newfound knowledge of how to DO a read more Ive even included the proof below the read more, it’s also publicly viewable on the website at this point in time and while the way back machine doesn’t seem to be loading the images you can at least confirm the text matches with these disgusting, distasteful screenshots

[holyblonded]

https://www.tumblr.com/holyblonded/781579935776129024/is-chickie-in-the-barca-gc-because-its-literally?source=share

chickie is def gonna end up dating a la masia wonderkid that goes into the first team in a couple of years when they’re 17 and now everyone’s worried bc chickie def has a great relationship with barca that makes the move likely *but* the precedent in their elders (mario and lia) says the opposite

— leah sees one (1) singular photo of chickie laughing with said la masia wonderkid on insta and immediately drops her phone like it burned her

— she calls sam at 2am and just says “we’re doomed” and sam, equally dramatic, responds “they’re gonna take her”

— kristie, meanwhile, is completely unbothered, scrolling on her phone while nursing baby jagger and going “you two need to get a grip”

— arsenal camp is shaking

— steph is giving chickie the coldest side-eyes and pretending it’s about tactical focus

— beth starts writing her a song called “please don’t leave” and sings it half-seriously at breakfast

— kyra just mutters “traitor” every time chickie’s phone pings with a message that looks too spanish

— leah decides to have “the talk” with chickie

— “you’re young. impressionable. this is how it starts. a little flirting. some croquetas. next thing you know you’re in blaugrana and i’m having a breakdown on sky sports”

— chickie just blinks and says “i was asking if she wanted to trade stickers”

— sam goes full secret agent and starts investigating the wonderkid’s stats, background, and if she’s ever tweeted anything questionable

— kristie snatches the laptop from her and tells her to act normal for once

— lia sighs and tells everyone “if it’s true love, she’ll stay anyway. like i did.”

— and that spirals the team into a full breakdown because lia and mario is the ultimate precedent

— “what if chickie is mario— oh god we’re really doomed”

— meanwhile chickie has no idea what’s going on

— she’s just vibing, sending her barça girls pics of her arsenal fit and asking when they’re visiting london again

— at training she’s like “guys why is everyone looking at me like i’m gonna defect?”

— leah dramatically clutches her chest and says “because you might.”

— it all culminates in sam sitting her down that night like

— “do you love us?”

— chickie, confused, holding a juice box, nods

— “then don’t you dare wear barcelona’s colors in public again. you stay in london.”

— two weeks later chickie is wearing a barça hoodie that la masia kid gave her and all of arsenal collectively dies inside

— but she has her arsenal shorts on underneath and kristie is like “balance”

— the threat is real. the drama is high

— and no one has control of chickie but chickie herself

— god help them all.

[coffeegnomee]

Hi Gnomee hiii I really like your analyses and you have such a comprehensive understanding of relationships and the members of the server so I was just wondering if you have any thoughts to share on golden laurels (minute and wemmbu)... because I'm just a bitttt obsessed with them and I like knowing what other people think about them too so yeah.... :D

So i thought i had no thoughts until i started typing and didn't stop. I didn't start watching either of them until they joined lifesteal so i have almost no knowledge of their relationship before except that there was a betrayal in kings s1 and minute wore wemmbu's tiara until he returned.

which is like two very opposite and opposing emotions lmao. hatred from one betrayal that stops minute from ever wanting to team with wemmbu ever again. paired with caring about him so much that his absence when wemmbu had to delete his channel made him change his skin to wear a tiara.

and then they just barely interact or talk or do anything at all ever on the server.

but minute just has absolute and complete exasperated exhaustion and frustration over everything wemmbu does. wemmbu builds an orbital, minute is put out. he builds it again and minute stumbles upon it and is just flabbergasted wemmbu didn't think of someone flying in. It's like an elaborate cat and mouse, but the cat thinks the mouse is up to nothing until it runs out in front of him. and then the mouse gets caught laden with crumbs and just bans himself off, not to minute, but to 4c.

Minute deals with wemmbu quickly and swiftly. He knows that if he can put overwhelming pressure on wemmbu, that wemmbu will cave and quit.

which interestingly colors how minute deals with all problems on lifesteal. He'll often do, or at least think of doing, something that does overwhelming destruction to another's plot, and that's either something that is intrinsic to minute, or something that he's learned from battling wemmbu. bc it's extremely effective against wemmbu. or its just both. but i always wonder about how much his friendship with wemmbu made him the way he is. i wont ever know bc i dont plan on watching the old videos lol. but i like to think it's connected.

Bc like getting a mole on abyss and ensuring it ended before zam could break into the void at all, trying to BAN spoke in their conversation this season. these are overwhelmingly powerful actions meant to absolutely destroy the opposition and make them stop and give up. It's anything for the win, but when you throw golden laurels into the mix, it's everything to stop wemmbu from being annoying with his overpowered plots. It makes him quit and they can go back to being friends.

it is- ok, it is also i think just minute. if you watch his rlcraft play style, even without hardcore, minute grinds until he has overwhelming gear and armor, and then plays really safely against the bosses and wins with ease. It's a facet of how he plays video games.

and then wemmbu has the exact opposite play style. anything to make his life easier. "can i have a hint" .5 seconds into every wato room. He'll do a grind project like the orbital or like learning pvp and then use it all at once in his own overpowered plots. 50 hearts in one hour. killing anyone for no reason and using tnt to get people angry. He puts in time in the backend, but when it comes to the presentation, it's swift and absolute.

And then when it's defeated he just gives up. Life is easier that way.

and so they're so similar but so opposite. both are willing to use overwhelming force. but since wemmbu leans evil he leads the plot, while minute leans good so he's always caught flat footed, something, to note his play style again, he would naturally hate. So he tries to get ahead of wemmbu (and everyone evil) and stop the plot before it can happen, using overwhelming force if they show their hand before the presentation (trying to ban spoke).

but then. ok wow lmao maybe i do have thoughts. but then Every. Single. Thing. Wemmbu. Does. Minute. Does.

Wemmbu paves the way and gives minute permission to follow his darker tendencies to follow the whispers in his heart of what is cool, but maybe a little evil.

wemmbu builds an orbital, minute builds a death star. wemmbu builds an arrow cannon rail gun. minute builds an arrow cannon claymore. and then builds 10 more arrow cannons. wemmbu adds immortality to his presidential decree. minute adds an immortality switch to his presidential decree. and givens himself netherite durability on his armor, a minor version of immortality.

at least he didn't copy wemmbu in blowing up spawn with tnt.

minutetechnologies loves his technology, his silly little redstone technology. But before wemmbu did the orbital, minute only ever did pvp. it's like he limited himself, did what was acceptable to fit into the group of lifesteal, that is until wemmbu did something bigger and it opened the door to more opportunities.

But then again, minute is batman too. He takes the higher road, his voice waver about spawn being the target was just as important to his decision to kill spoke as the exploits were, at least in my mind. We'll see if he decides to bomb spawn next season, but I think we're seeing an upper limit to what Minute is willing to do, one that is much lower than wemmbu's upper limit. And that makes them an even better duo, in some ways their ideologies are the same, and in others they're completely different.

[sacko-lacko]

can u share some lore on ur oc charlotte 🙏

meg igazából akarom látni ahogy fr*ncia férfiak legrosszabb rémálmává válik

Why ofcourse I can!

Her complete lore is far from done bc I want to be very very on point eith everything but I'll share some stuff I have!

Quick art! Lore under cut;P

Originally hungarian! Escaped from home with her uncle and traveled across europe from 16-18 learning and yearning. ENLIGHTENED GIRLY WOW(starting to write constantly her mind is FULL of SOUP and ENLIGHTENMENT and Marat yes I have made her an absolute Marat fangirl what did you honestly expect???)

Settled off in France at 18, moving in with a friend she made who I just call Dorine for now because I couldnt find a fitting family name.

Lives in Paris with her homie Dorine and goes THIS PLACE IS PURE SHIITTEEEEE man the king needs to GOOOOO

Starts releasing works under an anonymous name (du)Voyanté (which is a rought translation that came from her og family name Harsányi. Harsány meaning loud or rousing which in french would translate to bruyant which she changed to voyante, meaning clairvoyant bc she poetic liek that)

Actually starts gaining a bit of recognition when the people start to uproar ans goes HELLYEAH I CAN LIKE ATTEND THE NSTIONAL CONVENTION AND STUwwwwaait I'm a woman:(...

Exchanges letters with her fellow revolutionaries(MARAT ESPECISLY SHE CANNOT SHUT HER PIEHOLE WHEN WRITINF HIM)STILL under Voyanté bc for fucks sake she has kept this on for too long SHE CANNOT STOP WHAT IF THEY EXPOSE HER AWH FUCKNSHE CANR NO-

pretty paranoid, very brave about it

She revealed her identity to Marat first bc her ass knew that he supports women YAASSS WEERKK

Anyways her works contain very hard ridiculing of the royal couple and everyone in thr courst that she can reach she is flllaaammming them I'm talking cabaret two ladies but replacing the two ladies with count Fersen and Louis XVI and mc is Antoinette type shit. She does write very seriously too, releasing several pamphlets beside her philosophical works, mainly focusing on echonomical philospohy bc ough revolution guys SHE DOES LIKE OTHER PHILOSOPHY DOE DO NOT GET ME WRONG SHE A YAPPER

Veeeery unsure of how she actually reveales herself to the public, but I know its messy and she absolutely causes a scene

But its chill she daps up most of the mountain she is mostly okay with everyone, even if she doesnt befriend people shes still(mostly) neutral.

Her views are very radical, standing closest to the jacobins BUT she never wanted to be a part of any of these groups, instead just saying her guys I have my own stuff you have yours we may be similar but I'm not into gangbangs

Now is a big figure in thr revolution Yippie!!

Gets worse

Ouh noooo the revolution is uhmmm well it aint pretty anymore... ouf...

Her now closest friend Marat DIES LIKE OW which takes a very big toll on her mental health thats not very good in the first place

Oopsie thermidoraaaAAAAAHHAAAAHHHHHH

Robespierre is paranoid, shes paranoid TWIINSIES

eight of thermidor she stands with the jacobins oh man lucky you you die with saint-just by your side asshole

With the power of friendship she gets arrested and shoots herself in the face goodnight kids sweet dreams

Overall a very funny gal. Very social, very blunt. If you dont like her, you never will. She can be very charming but good lord is she not the ideal woman to meet the parents.

She ofcourse has picked her poisons, drinking constantly and getting addicted to smoking her dads pipe that she stole from him while being a scandalous FREAK

Got a shitton of rumors after her life, got called the cordeliers whore probably and yes she had her fair share of fooling around with men(and women hihi winks) shes overall very respectful and well mannered...(sometimes)

She's not up for courting, she will spit on you if you're a dick

Feel free to ask about her or any details regarding her!!!

[charliesinfern0]

doodles and things i might finish at some point but still wanted to share

(+ a silly comic w/ transcript bc my writing is nigh illegible)

rouxls: it happenede againe...

ralsei: um... mr. rouxls? are you alright? (you can talk to me if youd like-)

rouxls: okaye so!!! apparentleye!!! that tv ladye (digi) and those three wierd guyse (battat, jongler, pluey) are notte???? togethere?????

rouxls: bute i coulde have sworneth i saw two of them about to... maketh oute???

(thought bubble: about to beat the shit out of him)

ralsei: (i didnt think this would be a reoccurring problem for you...)

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

Hi! Do you write crack? (Lol this sounds so funny) If you do...can you write about how Arlecchino tries to surprise reader with a nice dinner...only for her to accidentally burn half the kitchen. Thanks!! :3

When all the stars stood in the wrong place

Trope : Crack

Summary : Arlecchino wants to make a delicious dinner that you can enjoy once you return, little does she know that it won't be that easy.

Notes : The Kids⁽ᵀᴹ⁾ are also there, so, Family bonding ig. Chaos, cooking, my phone is bugging out bc of all the words wtf phone those are only 3000, Arlecchino doesn't know that she's in a Crack Fic, POV Arlecchino, No Beta, Fluff, Arle - I fucking love my wife - cchino, Arlecchino is still bad with feelings, Bad Cooking

Thanks for the Request! <3

Wordcount : 3,396

Masterlist

Link to ao3

The Harbingers fingers tapped against the wood of her chair. Her eyes were on the paperwork in front of her. The finished paperwork. Her eyes catched the orange ligth, avoiding her, favoring the table. She pushed the chair back as she stood up. It was odd to be done this early with her work, usually they had more casualties to cover up. Her bones were cracking as she started moving them, pushing her back with her hands, stretching her head left and rigth. She shock her head, moving past the table, the sofa and towards the door, leading her out of the office. Her first thougth was you. Where were you again?

She had woken up next to you, like always, smothered you in kisses untill you woke up before taking a walk in the court of Fontaine, then you had breakfast with the children, after that you prepared some tea and macaroons for her, bringing them to her study. She remembered you telling her about going out with your friends, for shopping, a bit later in the day. Arlecchino also remembered that you said it could get late. That meant nine to ten in your language. She smiled. You had always been good. Perfect even. She walked through the halls of your shared mansion, her feet carying her to the bedroom, her side was well made while yours was…not. She sighed, going to do it herself. Such a mess. While doing your side she thougth about what else there was to do, she could look after her children, but she'd most likely have to go back home once she arrived there, no… she got back up, looking at the time. Maybe…you could be hungry once you got back. She crossed her legs. Usually she only made something at the barbecues, all the other times someone else would be responsible for food, often enough she'd go along, doing what the chef would tell her too, but it could not be too hard to Cook by herself.

Or would it be?

She unconsciously made her so to the kitchen, what could she make for you? You didn't have much of a sweet tooth, yet you liked some here and there, she should probably just make something that easily goes down, considering the time of day. She looked around the lavish kitchen, it was in the typical Fontainian style, with its terquis and whites, as for the elaborate symbols. She moved rigth to the fridge, she should look what was available before making any plans.

The fridge was, unsurprisingly, well filled. As always, Alis must have just went shopping yesterday. Arlecchino picked out some of the basics, eggs, milk, as for flour that she had grabbed from the storage. A few bowls migth be practical too, she grabbed then from…huh? She crocked a brow, staring perplexed at the dishes. What were they doing under the sink? And where in the world are the bowls? She sat back up, opening the place where the dishes were supposed to be, only to be met with spoons. A crease appeared between her brows as she tried to make sense of the forces that were trying to prevent her from making a nice meal for you. Was Celestia playing a cruel joke on her? She was shaking her head, opening all of the cabinets, finding odder and odder things, some that did not even belong in the kitchen.

"Where is a wretched pot?!", she asked as she picked up a plant that was standing in what had been the cabinet for the mugs once. For a split second she thougth about taking the plant out and using the flower pot for the food, only to dismiss the idea for…several reasons. She could rip her hair out, you'd most likely be home in an hour and she hasn't even started cooking. Her last option, before going through every cabinet in the mansion, would be the pantry. She sighed, facing the door. "You better have what I need.", she told it as she pulled down the door handle. Her hand looked foe the ligth switch, fumbling a bit, before activating it. The room was illuminated by the brigth warm ligth, reflected in some surface, she looked away from it, facing the ground. She stayed like this for a few seconds only to see her personal holy grail once she looked up.

A fucking pot.

"Finally.", she mumbled, picking it and the big glass bowl next to it up. This must've taken her like fifteen minutes already, oh, the things one does for love.

She pulled her hair up into a bun and put her jacket on the clothes holder, switching it for an apron, ignoring the open cabinets, she had everything that she needed rigth in front of her and a bit behind her, she'd still need the hearth.

She grabed one of the eggs, cracking it on the border of the glass bowl.

Chirp

She looked at a little being, made out of a feathery yellow coat, she barely saw the beak peeking out. "Hello?", she asked. It only chirped back at her. She blinked, perplexed, trying the next egg…and the next one….and the one after that. At the end, she had six little fluff balls chirping up at her. Was this a punishment? Had she not gone through enough?

"Ok, come here, come here.", she picked them up, carefully and individually, transferring them into the sink. "You, stay.", she commanded as if they could hear her. She'd talk to Alis later, apparently the eggs had been to fresh, it can happen. What she was focused on however, were properly working eggs. And she'd gladly ignore the real problem for now, even if it was chirping at her.

"You better have some proper eggs inside of you.", she threatened the box, trying not to throw it down on the counter, her long nails carefully grabed the edges, ready to open it, untill the doorbell rang.

She grumbled, turning to leave the kitchen, but not withouth a word to the chicks. "You stay here.", they stared at her with their empty button eyes. "And that is an order.", they chirped once, as if they had understood. She nodded. They had an understanding.

Little chick's could be obedient, it depended on personality of course, but they mostly were die to the attachment to their Mother Hen. And this position had gone to Arlecchino it seems, considering the little fluffballs that were carefully following her.

"Who rings that late in the evening?", she asked no one but herself, hoping it wasn't you as she opened the door. But it was someone far worse.

She crocked her brow and straightened her back. "Lyney?", she opened the door a bit further "Lynette and Freminete?", she crossed her arms "What is this about, Children?"

They stared behind her. The little fluffballs were gathering at her feet, but the children didn't dare aw. "Come in, quickly, before anyone can see."

They followed, only awing once the door was closed, falling to their knees, picking the little chicks up. Their 'Father' blushed in embarrassment. "Let's just hope one can't distract you that easily when you're on one of your missions.", she said, walking back to the kitchen with nine children trailing behind her now.

"We were sent by mother." Lyney started, walking up to her side. "She told us to tell you that she'll come home at nine twenty and that she'd like to still eat with you."

"We met her while we were going shopping ourselves." Lynette said, holding up a bag filled with a few ribbons, Freminete held his bag up, Iron clattered against eachother. It probably was for one of his inventions.

She hummed, sligthly smiled. "Well, I was already preparing something.", she said, stopping rigth before the kitchen. "I just, ran into some trouble."

The children looked down at her feet. "The eggs were too fresh, I assume?", asked Lyney. Arlecchino kept her facade up.

"Save it for the stage…but yes. As for some other things.", the door opened, revealing the open cabinets and misplaced objects. "Someone or something seems to be messing with me.", she revealed.

The children looked around. "Well, do you want us to help you 'Father'?", Lynette asked.

Arlecchino considered, putting her hand on her chin. Having more people meant that she could cover more space if she needed to look for something, it meant more hands and…she looked at the three, standing there, anticipatory a bit happy. If you were here, you would've agreed rigth away…she sighed. "Freminete, you take care of the chicks, build them a cage of whatever you can find. Lynette, you put everything in its place and Lyney, you help me cook."

"Yes 'Father'.", they said in union, going rigth to their places.

She met Lyney back at the counter.

"What were you doing 'Father'?"

She shrugged. "I was just…" she thougth a bit about what to say. "…going with the flow, as your 'Mother' would say it."

He looked at her for a few seconds. "Alrigth then, we go with the flow.", he put his hat down, grabing the flour as she went back to cracking the eggs. Now, everything should go just-

Something popped, she hid behind the counter as white blurred her vision. She should stop thinking that everything should go alright.

"What was that?", she asked, looking up from her hiding place.

"I'm sorry 'Father'." Lyney said, standing over an open flour bag as everyone recovered.

"I didn't know a flour bag could make such a loud noise…" Freminete mumbled, picking up a few of the shocked chicks.

"Usually they don't." Arlecchino said, taking of the apron, throwing it on the counter behind her. "Now where is your-" she spotted Lynette behind the counter, hands over her ears. Of course, she was more easily startled by loud noise.

"Lynette, is everything ok?", she asked, the girl looked at her, a smile cracking her face. Rigth, Arlecchino must be covered in flour from head to toe. She tried to scold her expression, but Arlecchino shock her head. "No, it's quite fine, I must look ridiculous."

Lynette smiled.

"I tell you what, you stay here untill you're combat capable again and I'll take care of that drawer filled with spider, ok?"

She nodded.

"Perfect." Arlecchino said, standing back up.

This was something she may have taken from you. Her hands drew out the spider drawer. "Lyney, you're the chef now, do you think you can take that responsibility?"

"Yes 'Father'! I won't disappoint you."

Her gaze softened. "I know."

This too. Arlecchino was growing soft and her mask was slipping. Or maybe you were taking it off. Anger makes you impulsive, sorrow causes you to waver…and love made you weak. She sighed. She opened the back door, the sun was still beating down on earth, the last few hot days wer e a test on her and on her love for suits."There, there, you're free now.", she told them as they scattered withouth looking back. Oh, they were lovable creatures, weren't they?

As she was slowly approaching the kitchen, she was able to hear Lyney barking orders at his siblings. Arlecchino smiled. He was as good as she expected. Upon arriving, she had her hand go over her jacket, cleaning it on atleast surface level, but gods knew that she'd never get the flour out of all those little crevices.

"'Father'! You're back!" Lyney was stirring the pot as Freminete was working on a little cage and Lynette was pushing a pizza in the oven. "The Pizza is only a last resort, if all else fails! Also, Freminete is nearly done with the cage, then…well, he's nearly done and I think we'll just make kaiserschmarrn."

"Sounds good.", she came up to him and he automatically gave her the pot.

"I'll get some of the other stuff for it.", Lyney said.

Lynette finished setting the oven up, turning back to her 'Father' now.

"Set up the kettle and your 'mother's' favorite tea." She said withouth looking up, concentrating on sprinkling chocolate chips in and half of the flaked almonds.

"Children?"

"On it, 'Father'!" She heard how Lyney grabbed the butter and Lynette slapped it in. Arlecchino stirred a bit more, looking at the recept one or two times inbetween. She sat the bowl down, adding the rest of the flakes, now it only would have to densen for a bit, after the recipe atleast.

When she turned, the butter was already melting, Lynette was pouring the tea and Lyney checked the pizza. Freminete has finished now with the cage and- Arlecchino had to hild back her smile as the chicks tried to climb the walls up, only to fall back down.

"ˋFatherˋ, where do the plants have to go?"

She looked at each of them. "Small ones go on the windowsill of the bedroom, that big one was next to the fireplace and the rest, just put it in the living room and atleastnone in my office." he nodded as he took some of the smaller ones, taking them out.

Arlecchino looked at the clock over the doorframe. Nine, on the dot. Her charcoal hand fanned some air towards the flowy dough. If it wasn't done in five minutes, she'd just throw one half in and distract you somehow as the children finished the other one.

Five minutes passed and Arlecchino parted it to throw it into the pan, disconnecting the dough frome eachother as Lyney was slowly panicking. "She'll be here I'm five minutes!", he said, grabing his head.

Lynette shrugged. "And we're nearly done. There's no need to panic.", she shrugged, staring as her 'Father' calmly set the stove on fire, helping a bit out by putting her hand under the pan. "That's actually quite practical.", she said.

"That could be a practical skill on outdoor missions, did you ever use it?"

"Only in cases where a fire wasn't possible.", she said, putting it down once she was satisfied.

"Do you think 'Mother' will be satisfied with that handprint on the pan?"

She picked it back up. Indeed, there was a big charcoal handprint. "Damn it. You're mother is barely in the kitchen, she won't notice unless she's looking for it. And Alis won't ask any questions."

"Who's Alis?" Freminete, who has just arrived, asked.

"The Maid."

All of the three children looked confused now. "You have a maid names Alis?"

She turned around, confused. "Yes. She's worked for us since…well, I can't exactly recall, but I'll have to have a proper talk with her because she's responsible for the kitchen."

"But…you only have two maids." He said. "Pauline and Robert…mother said so."

She looked at him confused as the raw food stirred in front of her. "But-"

The Doorbell rudely interrupted her.

The doorbell?

The doorbell!

"Ok, I'll go distract her for the next ten minutes and children, I trust you, Lyney, the kitchen is in your hands once again. You just need to look over the pan and do what's in the recipe. Not to hard. I trained you for this, my children."

"Yes 'Father'." Lyney said, watching as his 'Father' went into battle.

"Arlecchino!", you jumped rigth at her and she catched you, twirling you around.

"Well, someones excited to see me.", she said, holding you up still, on one arm only.

"Of course! It has been, what? Ten or something hours since I saw you the last time?"

"Now you're being hyperbolic, my dear.", she said, still not putting you down, switching her gaze to the clock. Just a bit more.

"Am I being hyperbolic when I'm telling you that I'm starving?", you were leaning forward and slowly, her arm was starting to strain, so she let you down, resorting to pulling you as close as humanly possible.

"Quite so.", she kissed your lips. "But you must wait a bit, the food must still cool a bit."

"Didn't you put it at the open window?"

"I didn't want any Squirrels to steal it.", you rolled your eyes.

"That happend ONE time.", you argued.

"Still did happen."

You hid within the crock of her neck. "You smell nice. Like kitchen."

Arlecchino chuckled. "You smell like…" she couldn't really decipher it, but it was an array of smells, not necessarily a good one. "…not yourself."

"We tried a LOT of perfumes.", you said, pointing to a small bag. "I hope you don't mind me buying one or two things for them?"

She put some hair behind your ear. "Aslong as it wasn't to expensive. Now, how about you show me some of the stuff you got?"

There was a sparkle inside of your eyes. "Yes, oh you'll love it!"

"I'm sure I will."

In the end, she had been able to buy the children fifteen minutes of time. You had made quite the big purchase and didn't realize, due to your excitement, that your Husband was acting dumb when she asked how to apply lipstick. You had chuckled a bit, then kissed her, saying. "Like this.", rigth after.

"Hm, quite efficient.", she had said.

Now the two of you were sitting at the dinner table, in front of some of the Kaiserschmarrn. "It's from Mondstadt, isn't it?"

She nodded, watching as your fork hovered rigth over it. "I did put a lot of effort into it.", she looked at the children, their eyes peeking out from the door, ready to retreat behind it any second. You stared at it for a few more seconds, you're gaze concentrated, the fork in your hand quivering sligthly. Lynettes tail was stare, Lyney was breathing harsh, Freminete had hid eyes covered.

"You know, I'd you're not hungry-"

She went to grab the plate, but you pulled up your legs and hid it behind them. "No, it's mine.", you announced proudly, finally taking your first bite, humming.

"Amerelle.", she said and the children calmed, taking their hiding place, though the door was still sligthly ajar. You didn't hear the code word….or maybe you acted as if you didn't.

"I should get out of my clothes.", you sighed after taking a few bites. "And take of my make up."

"I'll be waiting for you rigth here.", she said, leaning back, crossing her legs, watching you leave through the door in front of her. She sighed once you were out of earshot and so did the children, who were slowly making their way into the living room, slumping into the chair Arlecchino allowed it, this time.

"Do you think she knows?" Lyney asked.

"Maybe…probably…yes, definitely."

"I think she's even walking to the kitchen." Lynette mentioned. "I saw her going that way."

Freminete stayed silent.

Even at the loud "ARLECCHINO?!", that was shouted through the whole house.

Arlecchino went through her hair, before getting up. She could imagine you standing in the middle of the mess, shocked at first, then laughing. "I'll handle this.", she told the children, following the path you took.

It was like she imaged. Just minus the smoke and the Black iced over kitchen counter. She realized with horror that they forgot to put the kettle out, same with the pizza. You were sitting between the chicks, laughing so hard it brougth you to tears.

"Is everything fine?", she asked, bending down to your level, taking your shaking hand. You put your forehead on her shoulder, still laughing, trying to catch your breath, but chocking on the smoke and your laugh.

"Children! Open all the doors and windows.", she called and they came, quickly going to work.

You calmed down after a few more minutes. The children were resting in the pantry, partially laying on the floor.

"How did this even happen?", you still chuckle, pointing to…the chaos.

"I think that was Alises fault.", she said and you looked confused, just as the children. "Doesn't matter. You liked the food though?"

You nodded. "You all did that quite well, atleast."

Arlecchino smiled, the chicks were gathering around her heels once again. "I'm glad to hear I did one thing rigth today."

You held your breath, untill you looked back at everything. Loud laugther erupted again and this time, it affected her and the children too.

How beautifully absurd.

[hunterbinx]

Ok, kinda very loosely riffing on a B99 AU for SPN, detective AU but Sam's the only detective. He works for the precinct. He is Detective Winchester. Cas works in the morgue to do autopsies and stuff. He is Dr. Winchester because he married Dean and would rather use Winchester than have everyone say Winchester-Shurley every time. Dean works for the local fire department. He is Officer Winchester. Gabriel is a local lawyer who gives the rich people their just desserts when they try to take innocent people to court and is often around the precinct becayse Sam is. The other detectives love him bevause he brings sweets, sometimes shares, and is super funny. He is Mr. Winchester Esq.

There are two big things I see coming out of this.

#1:

When they're first hired on, everyone assumes Sam and Cas are biological siblings (bc Cas doesn't emphasize the hypen) and they never denied it when people called them brothers because they both figured "what's the point?"

Then comes the Christmas party, where they're introduced to Sam's brother, Dean. Cas comes in a little later and promptly gets a kiss on the lips from Dean.

The whole room freezes. No one knows what to do or how to ask until people start getting drunk. Eventually, Castiel's assistant, Meg, is slammed enough to ask "So are you two brothers or dating or what?"

Dean chokes on his drink and laughs til he can't breath but Cas is horrified and promptly makes an announcement to explain that he and Dean are, in fact, married and Sam is his brother-in-law not his biological brother.

From then on, they made sure to specify whenever relationships came up.

Funny thing #2:

Name confusion.

Imagine someone such as John Winchester is looking for, let just say, Sam and he knows he works in law enforcement so he goes to the precinct asking for Winchester.

John: I'm looking for Winchester

Secretary: Which one?

John: Excuse me?

Secretary: Which Winchester?

John: Sam.

Secretary: *sighs* Detective Winchester, Dr. Winchester, Officer Winchester, or Mr Winchester Esq?

John: ???

John: ...He was originally going to law school so I guess Esq?

The secretary then proceeds to give John the location of Gabriel's office. Upon seeing Gabriel, John asks him if he knows Sam. Being the chaos gremlin that he is, he tells John that he may be looking for Dr. Winchester over at the precinct. When John leaves, Gabriel calls Cas to inform him and Cas agrees to continue the chaos for once because he also doesn't like John but also promised Dean he wouldn't harm him.

John is sent down to Cas, who keeps his face hidden for as long as possible to keep him distracted before revealing himself. John doesn't know his face (because we all know this man didn't show up to Destiel's wedding) and asks with less patience if he knows Sam. Cas tells him he may be looking for Officer Winchester over at the fire station and John is clearly ready to loose it.

When John leaves, Cas calls Bobby, the fire chief, to inform him of John's visit and to keep an eye on Dean. John gets to the station, demanding to see Officer Winchester and Dean shows up. John practically blows up until Dean offers to take him to Sam. John agrees only because he knows Dean will know where Sam is and Dean only offers because he doesn't want Sam getting hurt by John when they eventually talk.

Upon arriving at the precinct, John and Dean find Sam, Cas, and Gabriel eating lunch together in the break room. This is when John looses it. He eventually gets arrested because he starts swinging when he finds out Sam is married to Gabriel.

So yeah, Detective/Law Enforcement AU?

Just for Funzies :)

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Love love love imposing mc. Always my go to. Yess girl be scary as shit and don't let anyone stop you from striking fear into the hearts of everyone who dares go against you or your loved ones. Helps that they're 6'5 AND wear heels (probably around 2.5-3 inches?), naturally towering over literally everyone.

I also always call them Solstice (Sol for short). This bit of info has nothing to do with my ask honestly, I just love their name and want to share it because I think its pretty.

Besides the fact that being a threat to everyone makes it easier to scare away morons, I like to think they leaned more into the threatening and imposing nature in an irrationally strong fear of losing more people they love.

Like, if they are hated by everyone and don't let anyone close, they won't get attached. They'll just going to die on them anyway. They all always do. They'll leave them once again completely broken and a part of MC is going to die with them too. MC is just gonna make it easier for both of them and make sure you either hate their entire being or are too scared of what they can do, so they won't want to get close. Because gods know MC wants to, they crave to open up and to be understood and to be seen, and so they don't fully trust themself to always keep people away. MC has to make sure that even if their wall finally fully crumbles, no one will be brave and reckless enough to step over the ruins of it.

And then there's Aurynn and Samira who stuck with them for years, by choice or not. And that fact gets them to drop the act way more often, infact it is now rarely even up when they're alone with them, and it honestly kinda scares them. If they're still alive and around, can they finally stop?.. Or will it only make it easier for death to take these two away from them? Or have their actions and words done too much damage by now that even if it wont, they would not even want to know MC? But isn't it what they've wanted? Wouldn't that be for the best of everyone?

They also just kinda get scared and confused when people do something nice for them because of it. I imagine when Samira brought them their favorite food for the first time they've just kinda went "?????????? why would you do that for me".

I think meeting L will send them into absolute confusion honestly. Like, what the fuck do they do now if being absolutely unlikable didn't work? L just gotta push MC a little bit after the initial bite (metaphorical, unfortunately or not) and MC won't bite again. At least not immediately, MC probably kinda goes at it again later but more in a spicy feral kitten type of way.

Can't even image what meeting Nihm will do to them. MC will probably just explode on the spot. Poor thing.

Yay self sabotaging your own relationships to spare yourself the pain of losing someone 👍❤️💖💕💗👌👌 Also love it with a scary stoic closed off MC—all sharp angles on the outside to keep people away bc inside they are too soft and that scares them. Don’t want to get hurt again (even tho isolating themself and making people hate them hurts too) 😔

Cant wait for Sol to meet L and Nihm then and be absolutely baffled at why their very carefully crafted unlikeable personality ain’t doing shit to stop these two who are determined to be friends (?????????). Get loved, idiot ❤️💗💖💕✨🌈🥰

Thanks for sharing your MC! I love hearing about them! :D 👍❤️💕💗💖

[mona-risms]

Also in way less wholesome thoughts about Rumi, I think she has a insane breeding kink.

I don’t even think she would know it until she slept with someone. But I feel like that would send her into a feral frenzy.

Like, all that shame and guilt her whole life from being a demon, and all the other repressed emotions she had to bottle up would explode if she was fucking someone and they told her they wanted to have kids with her.

I feel like for irony sake that may just turn her into a succubus. A simple fuck would turn into a day long feral mating marathon.

Like it would probably work it’s way through the whole living space, starting in the bedroom, for an hour or two until the bed is completely ruined, tears from claws, a broken bed frame, stained with sweat, squirt, and seed.

Moving on to the couch eventually that would get much of the same treatment.

Pressed against those big windows, juices seeping down the glass.

On the kitchen table with claw marks in the wood from Rumi.

Using the cabinets to keep her standing as you rail her eventually pulling them off the walls.

But neither of you care.

It’s not pretty sex.

You’re both flushed, scratchs, bite marks, squirt, seed, spit, and sweating all over. Ran ragged like you just ran a triathlon.

Rumis hole looks like a glazed donut from how much seed has been put in and spilled out of her at all angles.

By the time you are halfway through moans have just devolved into her shrieking from overstim.

But she just can’t stop herself. And you don’t wanna stop either.

People are calling phones… Rumis missing a interview rn.

Eventually the girls just find you both passed out in the middle of the apartment covered in all the fluids that could possibly come from sex passed out from exhaustion.

Sincerely

Tsaritsa Pyro Archon Anon

I have a breeding kink too there we go we're Perfectly compatible! And this is obviously why me and Rumi should be married!!!!

But fr shit would go CRAZY HELLO 😭😭😭😭😭 I mean tbf a demon's gotta have their sustenance somehow 😜😜😜😜 JOKING JOKING maybe not joking shhh you're out here doing my job for me fr though actuallg LMFAOOAAO

Her bedroom must be so fucking wrecked before you two migrate to the balcony, a mix of fluids everywhere as she finally lets out the loudest fucking noises instead of her biting it down and restraining them, and then to the shared living space. Like Zoey and Mira are both out for promotional material they'd probably have to do individually, so they left much earlier and now the penthouse is empty as hell, save for the two of you

NOTHING survives in the shared space though you're right in this—EVERY surface is thoroughly defiled and utilised. Should Rumi care? Yes. Would she care under different circumstances? Definitely yes. But right now the only thing in her mind is making sure she drains you dry, everything else blurs away from the sheer intensity of your coupling

If you're using an ejaculating strap then ugh FUCK yes it makes no difference to her as long as she feels full and thoroughly bred. If anything? She'd probably want you to get the strap with the most capacity. But is it a good idea, if you have a working dick and could Potentially get her pregnant? No, probably not, but the way you fucked her and never let go, the way you were so achingly sincere in the way you'd Want to have kids with Her. Even despite the whole half-demon thing, the main insecurity she's had for her entire life? She'll take the risk for once either way, after avoiding risks on herself for so long

Mira and Zoey most likely got contacted by Bobby in a panic bc "WHERE IS SHE??????" so they come back home.....and SCREAM at the state because JESUS FUCKING CHRIST??????? SORRY didn't REALISE they needed HAZMAT SUITS????????????? You probably get woken up and honestly good luck trying to explain why the Fuck there's so much damage and. Fluids. EVERYWHERE. They're never letting either of you live this down, ESPECIALLY Rumi considering she caused most of the extreme damage (thanks demon heritage!!!!) and how she's stained and dripping nonstop 😭

If you even dare try to explain what happened to Bobby the poor guy might faint. But it's okay it's why they're paying him the 3% right.....though he might need to be compensated via 4% GAHAHAHAHA

[bratbarzal]

Oh I would kill to see luke and his lover travelling europe idk :’)

I sort of have a ~vacation thing in the pipeline for them so I'm gonna bullet point some random thoughts on this while they're fresh in my brain bc I love the idea of them having a little european trip together and doing it the authentic way bc they're just two kids in love and exploring the world!! not super in depth bc like I said there's something else in the works but I am really enjoying doing these extended thoughts!!

luke is the ultimate airport boyfriend no one can change my mind!! like standing in the check in queue with his arm slung over your shoulders or you're in front of him and his chin is resting on your head as he watches the boards to figure out where your gate is!! and he's hauling both of your cases around even though you say you're fine to wheel them, but you like watching as he lifts them onto the belt, and you like eyeing up the way his sleeves cling to his muscles when he's leaning on the desk and going through all the information with the guy behind it!!

and obviously his first thought when you're through security is food, so you're walking hand in hand and he's pretending like he's giving you the choice but he's lowkey dragging you to wherever he wants to go, and you both end up getting burgers and he steals your fries when he's done with his, but you're used to his crappy distraction techniques by now so you just let him do it!! and the two of you have a whole thing where you're swapping parts of your burgers like he'll take your pickles and you'll take his tomato and you just do it without asking because you guys eat so often together that it's just normal!!

and he'll smell all the perfume testers with you in the duty free store!! and try on a bunch of sunglasses and you're taking a bunch of pictures of him in shades that make him look like a bug or an alien hahaha!! but he buys some unisex fragrance you can share and it's that thing where it's the only thing the two of you will spray while you're away so that it will always remind you of that vacation!! and it ends up being a cute tradition every time you leave the country!!

the only thing you'd let him splurge on for the whole trip is the extra leg room seats, and he just about convinces you that premium economy is the way to go, so he gets to stretch out his legs and you get to cuddle into his side with the arm rest raised and you share a set of earphones to watch some random movie on the flight together 🥺 like you don't even bother syncing screens you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle his bicep and probably fall asleep on him while he's watching conclave or smth

and the two of you aren't exactly hostel hopping but you really wanted a lowkey trip so the hotels you stay in are all super cosy and small, because you're spending most of your time out and exploring anyway, so when you're in your room you're constantly all up in each other's space, and he's always bumping into you and grabbing at you to move you out of the way, and it's all just super intimate and precious to you that you get to be a normal young couple doing normal things away from like him being recognised all the time back home, or not being entirely secure in such a random hotel - when you're away, it's a bit like the bubble you get at the lake house, where he's just Luke, your boyfriend, not Luke Hughes.

and he's been to Europe on tournaments before but he's never been able to properly explore, so you do all this touristy coupley stuff together!! and Luke very much gives goofball energy like if he was in a relationship I don't think he'd be all mr cool I think he'd embrace getting to do dorky shit so like he's eating food from street vendors with absolutely no etiquette, and he's making wishes throwing coins in fountains and taking pictures "resting on" the leaning tower of pisa or pinching at the Eiffel Tower - speaking of have you ever seen those videos of dua lipa and Callum turner dancing near the Eiffel Tower???? they give me Luke and lih!reader vibes all the time they're so cute!!

and Luke is the perfect victim of a tourist trap so he's getting his portrait done by those whacky artists who draw your mouth about half the size of your face and they make his curls all crazy and his neck super long lmao!! and he's getting suckered into buying you flowers all the time off of the ladies who say it's romantic - and yeah, even if the roses aren't real, it is romantic because he gets all blushy and bashful about it!! and he says you have to collect fridge magnets for everywhere you go as a memento because you're not bulking up your luggage but it's cute to have something back home that reminds you of being away together!! and he's super serious about his fridge magnet criteria so you let him have the last say even if they're going on your fridge.

also he's clinging onto you for dear life everywhere you go. your hand doesn't leave his in public, and he's cuddling you in the back of taxis, and standing behind you with his arms draped over you in museums, you're tangling legs under the tables in restaurants, and falling asleep on his shoulder on trains!! bc physical touch Luke is the realest thing to me!!

and one more thing bc I love this concept is he's obviously way quicker at getting ready than you so he'll always sit by you while you're getting ready and just watch and talk to you like you curling your hair is the most interesting thing in the world!! and he's weirdly intimidated by a curling iron but one time he offers to do it for you and he doesn't burn you by some miracle so he's always doing the back of your head while he yaps lmao!! he's always zipping the back of your dresses, and untying your shoes when you finally get back to the hotel room!! and he's watching you put on moisturiser before bed and he always likes when you spread the excess onto his skin 😭😭 he's such a little obsessed lover boy I adore him!!

[girlsonbrotherwife]

Hi! Share are your favourite Wincest hcs? 🤲🏽

hiiiii omg of course!! thank you for sending this!

umm first, dean is canonically Insane about sam. for sam, i think it’d be more of a childhood crush due to puberty being a Weird Time with hormones and social standings and whoa, dean’s kinda cool and… sort of attractive objectively.

it clicks for him around when he’s supposed to start high school or so (i’m thinking ‘97) because like i said, sam’s starting to notice other people. and now that dean’s a legal adult and taking advantage of that, sam’s tagging along like his little sidekick.

john didn’t foster it per se, but sammy’s starting to have nightmares and well. if he’s seeking out his brother in the middle of the night, who’s john to stop them? it reminds him of right after mary’s death when dean wouldn’t leave sam’s side.

he’s glad his boys are so close. he feels less guilty about their lack of concrete relationships with their peers that way bc at least they have each other.

i do NOT, however, think sam left for stanford because of his feelings. that nullifies how badly he wanted to escape and to be his own person. the summer before he leaves, i think that’s really when it began to set in that what he and dean have is so, so wrong.

and then, the longer they spend together after he starts hunting again, sam starts to understand his younger self. he doesn’t necessarily feel that way again, but he gets it.

season 4 is where it starts back up again. that’s when we see how violently possessive of sam dean is. i think his involvement with ruby, and the similarities between her and dean, would confuse his platonic vs romantic feelings for him. keep in mind bro is tripping on demon blood like he’s NOT thinking right.

the bloodsucking freak voicemail snaps him out of it. after hell, when dean’s possessiveness culminates in more physical/emotional violence and abuse, when his brain is already fucked over by lucifer, it would mess their relationship up again.

do i think it was ever the same as it was for dean? no. but i think dean’s violent love is comfortable and safe and familiar, and that’s enough for sam to let dean control their dynamic.

dean sees sam as his brotherwife (hence my username lmao). sam sees dean as his brother who he loves just a little bit more and a little bit wrongly than he should. but their lives are so twisted up and confusing that sam doesn’t see it as out of the ordinary.

ik you said headcanons but i started rambling and this got away from me 😭 i hope this makes sense mwah !

[slaaverin]

I just wanted to point out one thing. IF Jikook are really filming AYS 2, it would really be a monumental statement. Why? Because that would be the first schedule after their MS. It would mean they prioritised something they created together. That would mean AYS was THAT important to them - I mean we all know JK said it was the best trip of his life, and he wanted to make 12 seasons. But making that reality is a whole different thing. They could easily dive into doing solo things - Im sure music producers, luxurious brands etc are waiting for them with open hands. And yet JK and JM said "hold on, we are going on an adventure" because yk they havent just spent 18 months glued to each other....

I really hope the fandom will cheer for them and support them and love them and I wish for some they will finally see how close they are, that this is SO much more than just company content, just co-workers.

And all that shit that traskkks/solos/antis are saying its just background noise.

Preach 👏🏻👏🏻

And it's amazing too bcs they are putting in motion plans they had for a long time in MS.

It makes total sense they would start with AYS just given how much the first season made them happy.

When they were enlisted they must have thought about it a lot, most likely in a nostalgic way...wishing they could go back

And that's exactly the first thing they did.

It means they are really prioritizing their own happiness first and I'm so glad for them.

I hope people will now understand that a big part of that happiness is being with each other. It's obvious and I wish people recognize it.

This is not about company content, it's about two people who genuinely enjoy spending time together and who share a very special bond.

Now that MS brought them even closer, in the next content we get from them it will become even more self-evident.

My little finger tells me AYS is not all they planned 👀 we might be surprised.

But all of it is such good news, this is so wonderful.

I can only pray many old and new people will support them and their journey moving forward.

Jikook share with us because they love us a lot, and let's hope that in return we can give them all our love back 💜

We're blessed, really