#at this hour it isn't a good idea to be seeing these things....

[wonsfav]

is.. this edible? | en-

synopsis : he cooks for you. er - he tries.

ot7 x reader ₊⊹ 637 ₊⊹ fluffy content, nothing suggestive

⋆˙⟡ heeseung

♡ he can cook. just very limited dishes. ♡ of course he's best when it comes to any form of manipulating ramyeon and giving it his own little twist. ♡ he's not very skilled in other dishes though. ♡ he can follow recipes but it's likely going to take him hours to get it all done so you'll have to plan ahead. ♡ or plan to just order in.

⋆˙⟡ jongseong

♡ can actually cook really well. ♡ he knows how to properly use knives, which knife is used for what, how to mince things, when to drop things into the water and when to shut off the burners - ♡ a very skilled cook! ♡ also goes above and beyond with presentation. his favorite part of cooking is probably plating + setting up the table all romantic. ~ ♡ candles and all, baby ~

⋆˙⟡ jaeyun

♡ such limited knowledge on cooking it almost hurts ♡ he can cook somewhat but it's like. only breakfast foods. ♡ which he learned to cook because he's usually up later than everyone else and they're all gone by the time he's stumbling into the kitchen - so he has to make his own food. ♡ master of pancakes w/ chocolate chips/blueberries/strawberries/etc, ♡ but he burns the bacon every single time somehow.

⋆˙⟡ sunghoon

♡ hes okay with cooking !! ♡ he really likes cooking actually but like only if it's with you ♡ he refuses to cook for the guys unless he's getting something out of it like dessert or them paying for his next meal ♡ part of the reason he likes cooking so much is because he eats up the praise you give him when he does well ♡ he really likes making simpler lunch meals but also will try on occasion to go further and cook dinner for the two of you as a surprise. ♡ his cooking isn't bad but it's also not like gordon ramsey stepped into your kitchen lol.

⋆˙⟡ sunoo

♡ he does his best, ♡ he's by no means a bad cook but he does need help and is not the best with knives. ♡ he's also a tiny bit scared of the oven because it's so hot and it makes him nervous putting his hands in there. ♡ the others tease him often while he cooks and call him a cutie and a sweetheart for cooking for you. ♡ he kinda loves that they see how hard he tries for you though.

⋆˙⟡ jungwon

♡ not an expert in the kitchen but he does follow directions a lot better than some of the others do. ♡ he's strict on sticking to recipes and making sure measurements are right, ♡ but only because he wants it to be perfect if you're the one eating his cooking. ♡ but he also kind of can't be trusted at times. ♡ there was one occurrence where heeseung jokingly flirted with you within jungwon's hearing distance and he got back at the older by squeezing an entire lemon over heeseung's piece of lasagna.

⋆˙⟡ riki

♡ i'm gonna say it rn - he has a pink apron and he wears it every time he's in the kitchen because he hates the idea of getting his edgy clothes icky with ingredients. ♡ but he's like,, actually a master at whipping things together out of nothing. ♡ he does everything in a timely manner, mixes things super easily, is a pro at whisking, and can crack eggs using just one hand. ♡ sometimes he makes jay's pride shrivel like a raisin with how good he is in the kitchen even with little experience. ♡ but he did also like. eat a spoonful of flour once while baking just to see how it would go. so.

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Exploring parts known - Max Verstappen x reader

cw: dubcon/ cnc, rapeplay, unprotected sex, gloryholes, semi -public, perv! Max, icky! Max

taglist: @lelevs, @mangotaitai, @burningalienlamppanda-blog

You wanted to be inspirational. To portray a certain lifestyle. To show off a little, get an experience of a lifestyle. So you chose Monaco for your summer vacation. August, sun, beautiful water. But you were far from shaking ass on a yacht in Monte Carlo. You decided to immerse yourself in the culture. Go to a museum. Coins and stamps were certainly not something you wanted to spend at least an hour on. So you researched. And somewhere on the 7th page of Google, you found it. Something that was practically free. You weren't sure why Monaco had a Sex Museum and what you'd see there, but beggars couldn't be chosers. So you ended up going. Of course, it's in a sketchy alleyway, tucked in bellow a massage parlor. You swear the guy walking out past you looks familiar. There's something about his green eyes and brown hair, face like an angel. He refers to his girlfriend as "cherie" and a girl in the most beautiful flower printed dress dress moves as well. They're probably some monegasque locals curious on a random Friday, you reason. Then you walk in. You don't expect a reception like ticket booth. Maybe something more digital and autonomous. Not a guy in a Mercedes baseball cap with the name plate "Franz Herman." His eyes linger on you for a moment, a deep blue that manages to feel you exposed and bare. He's apraising you almost, trying to memorize every detail about you in seconds. It's working because you let him. You barely notice him asking about "How many tickets will you need?" You're certain that just the one will do.

"You know, I'm also the owner, and I can give you a guided tour. This museum is my pride and joy, and I would love it if more people could experience it in the way I intend to. Shall we?" He asks, already getting up from his seat and moving next to you. You think this is a ploy to get a good Google review. A nice post on social media even. You bit the lure, why not? You wait for someone to replace him, and as soon as a nice-looking Japanese guy shows up and gets some brief memos in hushed tones, you are led by Frank. His touch isn't immediately alarming. It becomes such slowly. One moment, he's gesturing towards the entrance, describing how it's also a geographical thing. How he had traveled the word and gotten himself some things as "souvenirs." It's a haphazardous collection at best. Figurines, dice, cards, books, magazines, old school tapes. There was even a small room where porn played, which he opened and closed at the speed of light. This was when his arm grazed along the small of your back. Somewhere between beckoning you in there and trying to shut you out. You realize how awkward it would be for him to stand there and watch you watch porn.

"So, have you ever been to an erotic museum before?" He asks, trying to gauge what attracted you to this place. He's a little like a marketing survey, you think. Maybe next he'll ask how did you find out about this place. You had an inkling he wasn't the best at SEO and weren't about to rub salt in that wound. So you settled for diverting from any further questions by praising his museum. Flatter the ego.

"I've been in the one in Amsterdam. It's a bit too big for me, slightly disappointing. Plus, there was a machine that told me I was bad at sex, so that's that." You say. You have no idea why you're telling a complete stranger that. Yet it slips out. You expect him not to mention the last part. To have the decency to ignore it. Yet, he only replies, "Must have been faulty that thing. We have an interactive part too, you know."

It should make you curious, not terrify you. But you quiet the alarm bells in your head. He probably has a vibrator race set up or some standee you could take pictures with. Max a chair with shackles or something. That's what you expect. Franz leads you to a gloryhole. Well, a reverse gloryhole, maybe. It's not a small thing where a dick is struck through a hole. No, it's a whole setup for someone to get in, the lower half of their body being left out to be used. You can't help but wonder if it hurts. What would it feel like. Does the sensation of being trapped heighten the whole experience. If you can't see or move, really, does it become too much? You take a step towards it. Go to examine it when you feel a push. When they were inventing the word manhandle, they must have meant that guy. Because that's exactly what Franz was doing to you. Using his strength to shove you in there. To bend you and twist you until you're stuck.

You wanna try and scream, but it's futile. It's not soundproof per se, but close enough. There's nothing you can do. Not kick. If you just stay very still, maybe he'll say it was all a joke. A little exercise to raise your adrenaline. Some quip about levels of oxytocin and fear and arousal. You beg, and you pray mentally. Yet you feel it. A pair of strong hands on your body. They move slowly, as if trying to memorize it all, to make themselves familiar. His fingertips are delicate. Calloused. Precise. You wonder if he's done this before or if he was in tune with your body. Because it was mortifying, humiliating, nerve-wracking. But it also made you wet. You justified it with a lack of action. Your body had been deprived of sight and movement before. And it had been thrilling. But it was discussed before, ironed out, safe words in place. You wondered if Franz would quit if you said "No" or "Stop."

You had seen enough SVU to know what happens next. You thought that, and the Twitter porn links that turn a bit dodgy in the middle of it would be something of a guideline on what would happen next. That he'd pry open your legs, stand between them imposingly, and take. Slide his dick in you and thrust, bruise, shallow and fast and desperate. The whole spiel of how you brought this on yourself, how your skirt was short enough already to show off your panties. How he knew you liked it rough, how it was written on your face. He defies expectations. He's almost gentle but hasty. He drags your panties down to your knees and then trails his fingers back up your legs. Franz feels your ankles. He can see how you're shivering for him. Doesn't miss the chance to drag his nails over your ass, over where the hands of previous partners had left bruises. What he does is spit. Even that is perfectly calculated, landing just where he needs it to. Franz knows saliva is bad, they could get him by that, DNA testing and all. So he has to convince you to keep quiet. To like this. Because he's not like the other creeps out there. He's seen them, and one tried to buy Spanish fly in order to roofie girls. Franz had to pull some lie out of his ass that he only sells that if a couple comes together to buy it and the weirdo leaves (tanking down the museum's rating with him.) Franz was just a professional. Researching how to make this more immersive. Could he make money from this? The original plan was to spook you a little and get you going. Explain the correlation between fear and arousal, making you pay extra for a vibrator from the giftshop. But things got a little out of hand. And now he's smearing his spit on your pussy, not that you need it, honestly. One brush past your clit and he can feel it. Nonetheless Franz moves lower, fingers just shy of your hole. Yep, there it is, you're so fucking wet.

"Look at that, you'll just let me touch you a little bit, won't you, sweetheart. Just play with you a little, get what I want, what I need. After all, I'm a man, it's only natural for me to do this after being stuck here all the time. Constantly surrounded by filth. And then you come in, all interested in my sex collection. How can I resist." He punctuates every sentence with a grope. A squeeze of flesh. Your thighs, your ass, exposing you even more. Finally, he crosses the threshold and touches you properly. No more teasing, just two fingers against your pussy. Testing. Teasing. Probing. Searching for entry or resistance. And then your cunt takes him. Despite the muffled no, the squirming around you let him put his fingers inside of you. Hooked up, past the knuckles, searching. Needing to find that spot that makes you cum. After all, that would make things after easier, right. He doesn't want you to be too tight on his cock, needs you just right. Yet you're not there yet, not by a mile.

"Still a bit scared, aren't you? I'm sorry. I just have to do this, you'd understand if you were a man. God if only you could feel just how perfect your pussy is. Practically made for me, fucking all mine now. You'll see soon, you'll feel it when I'm properly inside of you. Before you know it you'll be begging for my cock." Franz says and doesn't miss how you squeeze against him. How there's a whimper or a poorly concealed moan in between your pleas to be let go. Signs.

He knows he shouldn't rush. That's not the way this gets done. Yet he can't help it. He speeds up his movements to distract you, your slick sounds not letting you hear his zipper going down. Using his left hand he angles his cock against you and it's in. It takes him a few thrusts to get the rhythm right. First, it's too fast, ramming into you like he's got a race to win. And then it's too slow, like he's trying to savor something that doesn't belong to him. A bite from a stolen stroopwaffel, the weight of a nicked golden ring on his finger. Then he stops thinking and just fucks. He didn't learn from porn. Franz had to do it the old fashioned way, by being attentive to everything his partner was doing. And now he was doing exactly that. Few fast, shallow thrusts to tease you, to dangle the carrot in front of you. The the slow, deep ones, the ones where you felt every millimeter of him against yourself, the proverbial stick. They weren't necessarily a punishment, more of a reminder. That he could own you. That you paid 10 euros to look at his collection of gooning material and now you were getting fucked. Feeling him where others couldn't reach.

It's the sense of more danger that makes you come. The telltale slowing of his hips. How he barely pulls out anymore, just pushes in and in and chases something.

"How do you feel about creampies?" He asks, and you're done. It's not like you have a choice either way, mind you. You both know that. He doesn't stop,he just hooks his hands around your hips, trying to bring you closer. As one, entangled like puzzle pieces. With his tip right against your cervix, he falls apart, emptying his balls inside of you.

"We should've done this before Sardinia, I mean, you didn't even see my tan lines." You complain to Max as he helps you out of the thing. With the end of summer break nearing and well the season so far, a repeat trip to the Monaco sex club was much needed. After visiting basically every museum in Sardinia to secretly meet with Toto or Kimi, this fantasy was born.

"I'll see them on the yacht. Now, let's get out of here before Lewis comes moping around. I'm not trying to feed those allegations, either."

[bunnwich]

Bun really no pressure but is angst posting in your schedule in the near future ? Been thinking of lion sad hours and wanted to see if the expert has any ideas

Leona is Lonely

Oh, so I am constantly thinking of angst for Leona!! (It's easy??) Tbh I see him as a lowkey gloomy person (but he's just good at hiding it!!) In fact, the first fic I wrote of him (BACK IN 2022???) was him tricking the MC into thinking Ruggie left a note for them to help with Leona's chores but REALLY it was Leona wanting some company after taking a liking to the MC in Chapter 3.

-- Leona IMHO is an expert at masking, and I do think just by observing how he acts in stories and seeing what seems to make him "happy" leads me to the conclusion that he can have a hard time coping with his own feelings. And self admittedly he STRAIGHT UP SAYS "craves attention more than most."

Often the most we see him genuinely smiling is in other's groovys:

(Ruggie's Dorm and Birthday Boy groovy) Let me cook for a second.

Just something I've noticed about him, despite saying and acting like he doesn't care about others or what happens to them or how much he HATES "babysitting..." We see him STILL meddling and helping (in his own way) his underclassmen. (who as Cater points out, he is beloved by) Particularly Epel, Jack, Ruggie and even the MC in Chapter 3. Ruggie takes care of Leona but he takes of him care back. Offering him a job, extra money, hand-me-downs, and even tutoring. He gives Jack multiple times what I like to call "Cryptic big bro" advice. He showers Epel with thoughtful gifts, tagged along with him to Cooking Crucible AND helped him finish potions project in Leona's labwear vingette. He uses the word "kawaii" to describe his DORM MEMBERS! Its doesn't matter if he complains the whole time or comes up with plausible deniability excuses that he was "getting something outta it too". HE STILL DID IT. Compared to when he's alone and left to his own devices we find Leona: sleeping (ofc), playing chess or (as we know a have seen in his new loungewear vignette) hyperfocusing on a book till morning until he crashes. This (to me at least) reads as someone who almost has to stay distracted to cope. And could be part of the reason he avoids classes, they're BORING, they slow him down And they are not a challenge and so he avoids them. Leona can't stand to be bored. He even falls asleep mid group conversation if it doesn't pertain to him. Or he fakes being asleep to avoid the social situation altogether. Craving to be apart of the group but not able to actual put the effort in. Jade even describes Leona' s "forlorn" standing in th3 corner of a party. Idk there is something...sad about the fact he is always either trying to self isolate to avoid others, and when we do see him active he's mostly helping his underclassmen or pretending not to care/want to be involved.

Leona is Happiest When He is Helping Others.

It reflects to me why Leona seems so hopeful and and encouraging in Diadem compared to his solo song were he is the saddest we've (OPENLY) seen him.

(Sad Boy Pose ™️ I really enjoy this art of him!!) AND Why he stops crying and picks up his mask in the damn Twisted Wonderland opening when Ruggie and Jack run up.

Leona prefers to suffer his negative emotions in silence. I think he has a hard time reaching out for help, AND ALSO sitting alone with his thoughts. Sometimes... it's just better to sleep. Even a seemingly harmless voicelines from his dorm and school uni cards were he suggests taking a nap to the MC to lose track of time?? Hmm.

Sir??? Sir??? Are you okay? (This feels like advice from a lonely person idk) I just think there's something to be said about the fact we mostly only see him "happy" when he's helping others idk. Fulfilling the senpai role he was meant to be in. It was even like that in the Tamashina Mina vignette after they won and he was like..."I guess having people to hang out with and enjoy things together isn't so bad."

-- As for my angst Devourer Au is pretty angsty as if focuses on Leona's general unwellness after his family's death and seeming hard time coping at the loss of an important relationship with Yuu as well. Or straight up just a breakup drabble I wrote, a snippet form a fic I where Leona thinks about his position on romantic love and how he should've figured he'll never be happy in life.

[thatoneloudintrovert]

Summary of my session: (translation at the end)

I wake up at the start of the session slightly tired still after the events of the last one. I don't think that will get any better with any of the coming sessions so I'll just have to get used to it.

Unfortunately my tiredness made me fall for a trap that blew me up right at the start of the session.

After a not so pleasant respawn Manu shows up at my door looking for me and asking if I would like to fish with her and someone. It seems like a nice idea, it's something relaxing to do and my potential friend inviting me makes me feel really happy.

Once we reach the place Manu wanted to fish I notice the other person she invited is Astoria. I feel nervous, not only because of my own history with Astoria, but because I saw not too long ago in chat that they killed Manu already this session.

(Igaz, igaz. Félned kell. Utál és már vörös is.)

(Nem kell rátok hallgatnom.)

(...)

Fortunately nothing happen during fishing and it turned out to actually be a really good choice of activity. This far into the game it is hard to relax, but this was nice.

But I need to start planning. I need to start thinking of how I plan on getting even close to winning.

I want to win, but I am also scared of it. Astoria already won. If I win too, will I have to be with her in the same place after the game? Just the two of us alone after everything that happened between us? But I hope I can bring them a jacket, they said it's cold there.

I go deep underground to start planning, only one way in, only one way out. If someone is trying to get me, I will know, I will be able to act.

(Persze...)

(....)

I need friends. I need people who I look out for and who look out for me. I don't think I can get to the end alone. I need some support. I want to give support. I want to be there for someone, I want to help them. I want to finally be friends with someone who I don't fail. I want to do right by someone, even if I die doing it. If they win it will have been worth it.

During my planning on who I could team up with I feel a surge of power go through me. I feel compelled to look at the clock on my wrist and when I do I see that I gained two hours out of nowhere. Seeing the conversation in chat, not everyone got time...

I guess I got lucky. I think my prayers are getting answered now. I knew they didn't hate me, I knew it.

I just have to believe in them.

(Miért nem bennünk hiszel?)

(...)

I make it to the surface again and by coincidence I find Blue and Liz talking to each other, they would be good friends.

I go up to them.

We talk for a while and come out of it with the three of us allied.

I never thought I would be allied with someone from a cult that worships something else than me, but I feel like it's for the best. I need to leave the mushrooms behind. Their voices have done nothing but torment me since I was kicked out of my first allience. I simply can't do it anymore.

Even if I don't start worshipping a new thing, I will leave them behind.

For as long as I can.

What an eventful session! Pentakill went wild I can't really believe that I got by in this session by only losing half an hour, let's just hope my luck carries on.

I am absolutely thrilled to be part of an alliance again! I am so happy!

As always, all hail the watcher wheel!

(Translations: Igaz, igaz. Félned kell. Utál és már vörös is. = True, true. You should be scared. They hate you and they're red. Nem kell rátok hallgatnom. = I don't have to listen to you. Persze... = Of course... Miért nem bennünk hiszel? = Why isn't it us that you believe in?)

Fated Life session 7

Bluishspace aka me (He/Him) - 12:00

@a-sociopath-do-your-research aka Oli (Xe/Void/It) - 13:00

@bendy8me aka Bendy (She/Her) - 6:00

@juno0n aka Juno (She/Her) - 13:00

@raeistrying aka Rae (She/Her) - 13:00

@silverorchideon aka Orchid (He/They) - 11:00

@communistcatboi aka Catboi (He/They) - 14:30

@theblackglitch aka Glitch (She/Her) - 12:00

@kazanfamily aka Kazan (He/They) - 12:00

@twisttea aka Twisttea (She/Her) - 15:00

@cowgirlginger aka Ginger (She/Her) - 13:00

@thatlonelygirl07 aka Manu (She/Her) - 14:00

@lizzlylou aka Liz (They/Them) - 13:30

@thatoneloudintrovert aka Floracica (She/Her) - 11:00

@not-ready-for-gaster aka Bee (She/They) - 12:30

@whats-she-gonna-post-next aka Starfall (She/They) - 11:00

@frostywisp aka Fros (They/Them) - 12:00

@the-local-pineapple aka Tessa (She/Her) - 13:00

@spectresharmony aka Ari (She/Her) - 11:00

@astoriagalaxy aka Astoria (All) - 7:30

@3-pots-of-soup aka Soup (Any) - 13:00

@hayunjin aka Hayunjin (She/Her) -13:30

@craftingelephant aka Elephant (He/Him) - 13:00

@thejade-empress aka Jade (She/Her) - 14:00

@rachiecrown aka Rachie (She/Her/Any) - 14:30

First a look at the wheel:

The chances for adventure and meetups are still quite high but murder has risen dramaticaly and trap chance has increased as well. This is increase is however slightly countered by the boogeyman no longer being active.

Let's begin shall we?

Twisstea creates a bunch of trapped chests.

Glitch and Orchid get into a small fight but decide not to fight.

Ginger and Elephant trade secrets to eachothers.

Bendy trows lava at Liz. +0:30 to Bendy. -1h to Liz.

Starfall and Jade make a temporary alliance.

Ari travels to the nether but gets stuck.

Astoria shoots Manu. +0:30 to Astoria. -1h to Manu.

Soup and Kazan get into a fight over a diamond sword.

Rae travels to the nether to collect Ari probably... But also gets stuck. How.

Juno, Fros and Blue make a temporary truce.

Bee is blown up by a creeper. -1h to Bee.

Catboi and Oli work together temporarily.

Tessa and Rachie gets into a fight but resolve their issues.

Floracica activates a trap. -1h to Floracica.

Hayunjin falls into a cave but survives.

Catboi and Blue make a truce but Catboi breaks it.

Twisstea travels to the nether. Luckily she doesn't get stuck.

Oli and Bee work together to disarm a trap.

Floracica, Astoria and Manu fish together. ... Didn't Astoria just murder Manu?

Bendy pushes Jade off a cliff. +0:30 to Bendy. -1h to Jade.

Juno explores a cave and finds a spawner.

Hayunjin and Tessa get in a fight.

Bendy stabs Orchid. +0:30 to Bendy. -1h to Orchid.

Glitch and Ginger make an alliance.

Starfall sets off a trap and explodes. -1h to Starfall.

Ari is... Still in the nether. What. What is happening over there Ari.

Soup and Elephant build some traps.

Kazan, Rae and Fros work together for a while.

Rachie accidentally sets off a trap killing herself and Liz. -1h to Rachie. -1h to Liz.

Bendy discovers an abandoned secret base.

Astoria and Elephant get into a fight with Oli. Oli is forced to escape with half an heart.

Hayunjin and Soup work together to disarm a trap.

Blue is shot by a skeleton. -1h to Blue.

Ginger prepares a lava trap in her base.

Tessa builds a massive structure in the sky. I imagine a skynet style thing.

Floracica hides deep underground while planning.

Juno travels to the nether but is forced to leave after punching a zombie piglin.

Rae and Jade make an alliance.

Starfall works on a secret base but is caught by Rachie.

Fros and Bee work together temporarily.

Catboi slips into a ravine but survives.

Kazan and Orchid shoot at eachother.

Special: Bendy purposely sets off a tnt trap. Glitch, Manu, Liz, Ari and Twisttea all explode. Bendy also dies in it. -1h to Glitch. -1h to Manu. -1h to Liz. -1h to Ari. -1h to Twisstea. +1:30 to Bendy.

Let's consider the lives thus far:

-2h to Liz, -2h to Manu, -1h to Bee, -1h to Floracica. -1h to Jade. -1h to Rachie. -1h to Liz. -1h to Orchid. -1h to Starfall. -1h to Blue. -1h to Glitch. -1h to Ari. -1h to Twisstea. +0:30 to Astoria. +3:00 to Bendy.

... Bendy is really thriving as a red. Extremely so...

Ok back to the session and- oh we start with a special! That's two in a row! Ok ok

Special: 6 players are chosen by the wheel to gain 2 hours each. +2h to Floracica. +2h to Twisttea. +2h to Ginger. +2h to Manu. +2h to Oli. +2h to Fros.

Juno collects the wither skulls of the server.

Jade, Starfall and Elephant have a competition. Starfall wins.

Hayunjin and Soup get into a fight with Bendy but no one dies in it.

Astoria accidentally shoots and kills Catboi while trying to shoot Rachie. -1h to Catboi. +0:30 to Astoria.

Rae builds a few tnt traps around her base.

Liz and Kazan work together to make a lava trap.

Tessa prepares a pit trap but makes it too short to kill anyone.

Ari torches some of the other alliances' bases.

Glitch and Orchid try to outscam eachother.

Bee and Blue strenghten their alliance.

Ari and Oli pool resources to search for the end portal...the eyes of ender shatter immediately, the only thing left behind is a tarot card of Temperance. (Huh).

Tessa places tnt EVERYWHERE.

Fros sets off a trap killing themselves and Manu. -1h to Fros. -1h to Manu.

Catboi and Orchid get into a small fight but agree that there are bigger and more dangerous enemies then eachother.

Hayunjin works on building traps.

Blue, Liz and Floracica make an alliance. (Me and Flora huh, that's unexpected. nd Liz is there too I guess)

Astoria slips off a cliff and falls to their death. -1h to Astoria.

Kazan and Rae meet up and decide to spend the end of the session together.

Soup falls into lava and dies. -1h to Soup.

Starfall creates a bunch of traps but is unable to construct them correctly.

Elephant and Bee get into a loud discussion over their beliefs.

Twisstea, Rachie and Jade make a truce and promise not to attack eachother.

Juno and Bendy works together to disarm a trap.

Ginger gets distracted and is exploded by a creeper. -1h to Ginger.

Glitch sets fire to the forests.

[kalosian-woods]

speaking off the other electric type gym leaders, do you think clemont would know them? do you think the other members of the league knew about the crisis? do you think they wanted to do something to help? and if they do know each other, do you think post crisis some of them made a beeline to kalos?

and if your au also sets in the galar/kalos is part of the same island mass theory, do you think they heard what was happening and wanted to get involved or something? because... you know the sub-theory that the war was between Kalos and Galar

-⚡ (my personal headcanon is that they do know each other and that volkener and clem have a sorta petty rivalry between inventors. (siebold and clemont too. but thats more silly because professional chef working in a fine dining setting, vs a teenage who maybe sleeps in his own gym and probably lives off instant noodles when he isn't cooking for others.))

Hmm, for me, I would say he has a passing knowledge of them? Like that academy he went to probably covered some notable Type users and all that, and when he was fiddling around on the web for inspiration/appliances/going on the Pokemon equivalent of eBay and checking out antiques, he's seen their name around. Similarly, Gym Leaders from other regions would've heard of Clemont (moreso as the rising young Gym Leader who's also a great inventor) and were like 'cool, what an inspiration to young folk everywhere' and proceed to forget about him. Clemont isn't very sociable, and while he was enamoured by the stuff other Gym Leaders, especially Electric Type users, would've done (like amusement park by Elesa or whatever zany thing Volkner made up on the spot), he was much too shy about it. Easier to just reverse-engineer it and figure out how it ticks from the safety of his own (totally not safe for his back) room. And then he had his problem with the Gym and you know the drill.

It's most probably after the whole journey that he mustered the courage to talk to the others and connect with the other Gym Leaders all around the world heh. Throughout the journey he became more aware of the Gym Leaders in Kalos and actually got to know them well (and through the Crisis everyone got to know each other better), and that kickstarted Clemont's desire to see how everyone else was like.

Surge would be a bit dismissive until he heard about the Crisis and Clemont's role in it (he would totally break down at that and just care for him so much, I can tell you that). Very tough love but also a great listener, makes sure that he's keeping well and not getting too lost in his work.

Wattson is just going to be a crazy grampa in the corner isn't he lol. But yeah, very much going to push him into 'renovating' Prism Tower into a death trap (but a fun one!) and telling him to have fun (he knows about the Crisis and this is his way of helping him, but to be honest he would've said this regardless). May or may not have a rivalry with Volkner, in which...

Volkner is just a little (a very tiny miniscule) impressed by Clemont. But would not say it. He expects so much more than that, don't you know, that's just childs play and if he was really into it he would've done so much more. They both have petty squabbles but then five minutes later they are dragged away by their Luxray from taking down particle colliders or smth idk.

Elesa had a very superficial relationship with him before, having met through friends-of-a-friend kind of deal. They make small talk, try to connect, and then after some time one of them admit something deep and then boom, penpals lol. She bugs him for good fashion in Kalos and he gets her back by requesting schematics of various mechanical attractions in Unova. Basically trading for their interests while also having some support on the side :3

Sophocles is totally roasting him online the first time they meet. They both get into this thread where they argue about something that they totally forgotten and just go on and on until they actually meet face to face. It's a love-hate relationship with collabs and everything, and they will simmer down one day. Eventually. Hopefully. (Soph has heard of the Crisis and done so much study but has not connected two and two and two together with Clem and also with a certain Ash having just come out from there. He's busy, okay?)

Iono scares him but he doesn't say it outloud. Very interesting with the whole livestream! Just not being on the livestream. He's also interested in those Magnemite hairclips and the concept of Terastallization but maybe he better make sure he's not broadcasted on 10 million screens before talking to her.

Going to be honest here and say that's the first time I've ever heard of that theory myself, but then again I haven't dived too deeply about it. Most of the ones I've saw were about how Kalos had an internal war (this is a great one btw heh), which made sense to me, although I do like the idea of Galar going up against Kalos (especially with the gimmicks and the problems they faced). Hoenn is definitely connected to the Crisis itself and has offered aid, and ngl I feel like most of the regions are nice enough to try to help at this point, since either they went through their own problems beforehand or have that feeling of foreboding that they are next. The Pokemon World is very idealistic in that sense! People do tend to travel around, so there are a lot of connections all over the world.

[end-orfino]

ahhhhhh i remember why i dont read comics & books and watch movies as much as I should. Because they make me lose it

[araneitela]

My apologies for being absent!

/cracks knuckles, but I'm in the midst of typing about fear and with it, hope to make it up to you guys a little. I don't remember the last time that I've been so motivated to write meta of any kind, but Kafka makes me never want to shut up, and honestly— I feel bad when I'm sitting in Discord, with someone's DMs open and I'm sitting on my hands to prevent myself from hypothesizing, because when I don't, it's twelve paragraphs at least. So here we go, let's take my hypothesizing to the dashboard.

Can I also just... say how much two instrumental tracks scream Kafka to me and I lose my mind? I need to stop losing my mind. But this character is just everything I've craved to write for much too long, her premise, dynamics, her goal, the references and symbolism, it's so delightful and thrilling and absolute chef's kiss. Any way, in case anyone may want to know what's playing over and over and over again without stop. The romanticism of Kafka: — Table for Two — The Field

[sometimes-stufful]

Hey guys. It's been um *checks watch* like 5 or 6 years since I've used this blog. How's everybody doing? Sorry for the unannounced hiatus all that time ago.

I don't know if this blog will become active again. However there is a good chance that it might! I'm starting to create a plot for the blog's characters (because I still love them dearly), so hopefully I can create that and get this show up and running again. I've also been updating everyone's refs. So even if I don't come back to posting here officially, I think I'm going to at least upload those. I also have some new characters in the works that I may post refs for if I don't go thru with returning/making this blog more plot-centric.

I really do want to return to sometimes-stufful. However I'm an adult now (I'm literally about to turn 25 in 10 days, holy shit), and the past few years have been rough as hell on my mental health. I've lost a lot, and am just starting to heal from everything that's gone down. And I work full time, and have a datemate now, so finding the chance to draw is difficult. But this blog helped me on my art journey before. And I'd love to use it as an excuse to draw more, which is the main thing that pulling me back into the pokemon ask community. Another thing that's been pulling me back is the strong af urge to create content for my characters. Because I still love them so very much. I think about them so often that I want to put them in Situations and share it all with you. Although first I wanna get better at drawing humans lol (its relevant I swear). But I could get back into the swing of drawing some 'mons if I really set myself out to.

Let's see how it all goes. I'll keep you all updated. For those of you who have stuck around waiting so long, thank you. I hope to join you in this community again soon.

In the meantime, here's where you can find me and my artwork:

Main blog Toyhouse Artfight

[luvcaleb]

DO YOU WANT MORE?

nsfw (18+). includes implied marathon sex, unprotected sex, breeding, breast play, squirting, caleb fucks roughly but still does tender gestures <3, nicknames (pipsqueak is possibly the worst they could've picked for a canon nickname but this is my attempt at making it sound hot). filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

“C'mon, pipsqueak, raise your hips.”

Caleb squeezes your waist, his thrusts changing from a deep, persistent grind that makes you feel every inch of his cock to a fast-paced pounding. You've long lost feeling in your legs, and the only thing keeping you from sprawling on the bed is Caleb's tight grip on your hips, fucking into you relentlessly from behind.

“Ah...! Wait, Caleb, haah, no more...!”

Each thrust loudly snaps the bedframe against the wall, but it isn't enough to hide the squelching noises between your legs. Slick and cum drip down your thighs, staining the sheets into ruin. They get even messier with a few more thrusts as you gush around his cock unannounced, squirting into the cum-soaked bedsheets.

Caleb groans as your cunt squeezes around him, trying to coax out more of his hot cum. “Fuck, baby, you're so tight... Feels good when your cunt sucks on my cock...”

His hand slides to your squirting pussy, rubbing circles on your clit. More slick jets out of you, soaking his palm. Squealing, you try to crawl away him him, gripping tightly on the blankets that have been slipping off the bed.

The delicious pressure against your clit releases, but Caleb pulls you back to his cock. He straightens your back to press against his chest, bottoming out in a single thrust to hit the deepest spot in your pussy. “Ngh, why are you running away? Didn't you say you'd last longer than me, pips?” He pants against your ear, hand tenderly running along your side to soothe you, yet his hips don't stop their merciless thrusts. “Or are you tapping out now?”

Perhaps hours ago, you would have answered with a vehement refusal. But now, with drool dripping from your lips constantly agape from moaning, your clit too sensitive from his insistent flicking and rubbing, and your thoroughly-fucked cunt filled with his loads of cum, the idea of calling it quits sounds appealing.

“I'll do whatever you want, baby. Just say the word,” Caleb murmurs against your skin, his lips molding over your neck to suck another hickey among the marks he already made. “If you want to stop, I'll run the bath and take care of you. We'll cuddle on the sofa and watch that new movie you've been looking forward to.”

His hips stop, having pulled all the way out, the tip barely brushing against your cunt. “But if you don't want to stop...”

Slowly, his hand travels up your torso, squeezing your tits. He plays with your nipples, evoking another gasp out of you. “I'll make you feel good. Fuck any other thought out of your mind so you'll only think of me.”

You whine as his cock rubs along your wet folds, catching on the strings of cum dripping from your pussy. The tip circles around your clit, teases at your opening, just putting it in enough to make you feel its thick girth, but he pulls out too soon.

“What will you choose, baby?”

Your hazy mind can't come up with clear thoughts, foggy from the pleasure. But forming an answer is the easiest thing to do—it's not like he left you with any other choice, anyway.

“Please fuck me, Caleb,” you sob, clinging at the arm cupping your breast. “Please put your cock inside me. Fuck me even if I tell you to stop. Cum... please cum more inside m- ahh!”

You're roughly flipped onto your back, but he holds your head softly to lay you down on the pillow. It's only at this moment that you get to see Caleb's face, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his temples, his lip bitten red from the strain of holding back. “Shit... you really do know how to rile me up, pipsqueak.”

He looms over you, muscled arms caging you on the bed, chest heaving up and down as he pants. He fixes his position, resting his weight on his knees, and he uses his hands to spread your legs wider. His eyes are dark with lust while he stares at your abused hole, spilling cum on the sheets below you.

“Maybe this time, I really will fuck you pregnant.”

The statement doesn't even register in your mind because he immediately thrusts inside, pounding at your cervix. You gasp, aimlessly grasping at anything you could hold onto as you lose your mind, a fresh stream of cum soaking his cock.

His abs ripple with each thrust, the dirtiest groans and pants leaving his lips. “Fuck, you're so cute... cumming already when I just put it in.” Caleb leans closer, catching both of your wrists to make you wrap your arms around his neck instead of the dirty sheets. “When did you become such a pervert?” He drops his head to suck at your tits, licking your nipples.

It's your fault, you want to say, but all that leaves your mouth are noises you didn't think you were capable of making until Caleb touched you for the first time months ago, and he hasn't stopped since. You heard couples would be insatiable for the first few weeks of dating, but it feels like you're never going to go past that phase.

“Can't even speak because my dick's too good, huh?” Caleb chuckles, thumb resting on your lips. He rubs the tip of your tongue, pleased when you dart out to lick him. “You're the absolute cutest...”

The sounds between your bodies are downright lewd. His cum sloshes inside you every time he fucks you to the bed, forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock. He's filled you up so much with his huge cock and cum, that you wonder how you even have the space to breathe.

Caleb's the type to try to be quiet, but he's not holding back his moans now, groaning his pleasure against your ear.

“This feels too good, shit... Feel like I'm gonna cum soon...” He tucks the hair covering your face behind your ear, pressing a gentle kiss at the corner of your teary eyes, so different from the rough fucking he's giving to your pussy. “I'm gonna blow my load inside you. You want that, don't you?”

You nod desperately, leaning your face on his hand that's cupping your cheek. He smiles, nuzzling against you, but the sweet moment lasts only for a few seconds before he thrusts even faster, chasing his release.

“Fuck, here it comes, I'm cumming...” Caleb drives his cock the deepest it can go, his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh, fuuuuck, I'm cumming!”

Thick, hot strings of cum coat your insides once more, crammed into the tight space of your cunt. Your squirt splashes against his pelvis and abs as you moan high and reedy, scratching lines down his back. He hisses at the slight pain, spurting more cum at the feeling, and he collapses on your body, making sure not to suffocate you with his weight.

“Ah... damn... I don't think I've cum that hard in a while...” He ruffles through your hair, soothingly patting your head. “You doing okay?”

“You're too intense,” you say, your voice weak and groggy. You wrap your arms around him, content to fall asleep and let Caleb take care of things from here.

“Hey, don't fall asleep now.” He pokes your cheek, trying to stir you awake. When you open your eyes, you see Caleb smiling, the one that means he's up to no good. “After all that you said, do you really think this will end with just one round?”

[albonium]

I'd forgotten that IMSA was also broadcasting the race on youtube, i can watch it from my couch!!!!!

[kitchensinksurrealism]

spent an hour making a list related to That Fandom, followed by an hour listening to the haunting vibe playlist, followed by an hour reading the fanfic we wrote about my band and crying actual tears bc it's the peak of comedy, followed by an hour thinking about all the things I've ever created that will never be seen by anyone either bc I don't know how to show them to people or bc people just think they're bad but either way I'll never know the true answer, and now it's 10.30pm and I've basically experienced the full spectrum of emotions: autism, existential crisis, silly, and the feeling of being unseen

[kkusuka]

john price is a good man.

you can see it in the way he smiles as he orders his tea- everyday at 6:12am, herbal with two sugars- and as he stifles a laugh at the pun you leave on the side of his steaming cup- something about goldfish in a tank because you know he was military at some point- and he always, always, pours his change into the tip jar after you refuse to pocket the $50 he tries to hand you- he doesn't push because your manager is right there and he can't get his favorite barista in trouble.

and he is usually the only person in the shop that early- he knows that it picks up around seven so he makes sure he's there before that- and he's always up to talk about whatever you want to babble about as his drink steeps.

the new minecraft update and how you cried over it like you aren't a grown adult. ( 'it's embarrassing, crying over a mob in a video game that i've been plating since middle school. i am a grown adult, i should be crying over rent or taxes or something. 'i'd rather you not cry about anything, sweetheart').

how your roommate keeps leaving dishes in the sink and how it annoys you so much but you refuse to say anything about it. ('and i feel bad because we really get along and it's just this one thing that gets me but-' 'but nothin' sweetheart.' the you deserve to be taken care of, no chores, no worries goes unsaid)

how your manager makes you open and close the shop all alone even when he makes more than you. (that dick, john can make sure that you don't have to worry about mornings at least, he'll be there. you don’t have to worry about nights either, he'll get simon and johnny on it)

how your hourly wage just isn't cutting it anymore and you might have to find a second job to stay afloat. ('it's just a lot you know? i feel like i'm always fighting to keep my head above water.' 'you ever need help with anything you come to me, yeah sweetheart?' and you have no idea how much he means it.)

and eventually you have to seek him out. you got fired, your dick of a manager citing unprofessionalism and the company moving in another direction (it has nothing to do with the visit he got from that motherfucker in the cap with the union jack plastered on the front and some scot. but it really is his fault, john wouldn't have to do any of this if that snake would just treat you right). he doesn't even let you work your last day, just tells you to pack your locker and your check will be deposited next week.

john price is a good man and you know that because he gets you that second job. "bein' a barista is just like bein' a bartender. you'll be great sweetheart."

it's his bar you learn, just something small he and his colleagues bought after retiring from the SAS. you start working about four years, on the dot, after opening day- the man, kyle, says as he showed you around the building. he was your co-bartender, and johnny was some kind of chef for the minimal amount of food they served, and simon was security- whenever he was there anyway.

john mostly stayed in his office, save for the slower afternoon hours when he would join the four of you in your everlasting game of cards. (you've lost and you know it but they feel bad setting it into stone, so the game continues. kyle'll find a way to make johnny lose so you don't feel bad)

working at the bar was probably the best thing that happened to you in a long time. (best thing to happen to john too, but fucking your employee weeks after hiring them is bad business)

and to their credit, they keep you away from whatever side gig they have going on but you never feel out of place. (you don't question them when they randomly disappear in the middle of the week then come back at closing, brushing right past you into the back offices. you look past the blood, if there was an issue they would let you know).

that is until you get followed home by one of the regulars- it really was a one time thing, your car was in the shop and the walk isn't all that far in the daylight- and the only person you could think to call was your boss. john didn't leave the bar until the sun came out so you knew he wouldn't be asleep, and he told you to call him if you were ever in trouble and this was the closest you could get.

it took him less than five minutes to get to you and even less time to convince you that living so far was dangerous and that you could come stay with him until you found a nicer place. (you never question how he already had clothes in your size, or the exact hygiene products you had back in your old apartment.) but you let him guide you into his room, into his bed as he promises he'll make up the guest room another day. and you just let him hold you.

you don’t question how you never see the man again. you don't look twice as his name flashes across the tv screen and you don't think too far into his disappearance.

john price is not a good man, but you don't need to know that.

[mickyschumacher]

hey could u give us something with the reader wearing body glitter and max and reader kinda are lowkey or uk fwb just fucking in secret and he is kinda in love but doesn't wanna ruin it

but then they go to a party and like she is wearing body glitter uk those glitter sprays and he finds her so irresistible and has to uk get a quickie and then when they come back he is covered in glitter and thats how ppl find out

u could also make it Charles's sister or something

[YOU'RE SO GOLDEN!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: max should stay away from you if he knows what's best for him. but he can't help it. you just... sparkle. or in which you forget to rub off the evidence of max's love.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), fluff, fwb/forbidden love themes, max is down bad for the reader, light praise kink, oral sex/eating out, p in v, unprotected sex (protect yourselves pls), cumming inside, mutual orgasms, orgasm denial kinda, poor humour imo, happy ending! // poorly proof-read ♡︎

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: max verstappen x leclerc!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.8k+

𝐀/𝐍: the ideas you lot have.... chef's kiss truly 💋 hope you like this one as much as i enjoyed writing it. also my first max fic... can you believe it? there's more coming dw! - ngl i kept thinking about edward cullen - "this is the skin of a killer, bella" 🫣

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Max knew it was a mistake coming here. He should've said no. His partying days had been over for a while now. He spent more time in his room streaming than he did outside. He especially knew it was a mistake because he knew you'd be there.

Charles never went anywhere without you. Wherever he was, you were.

Maybe that's why Max had gone to Lando's party. Because he knew Charles had said yes. Which meant you had said yes.

It was never supposed to happen. It was a one time thing. You were drunk. He was drunk. You didn't remember much of the night. Max had just won his fourth championship in Vegas. And that definitely warranted some partying in Monaco.

There were strobe lights. Martin Garrix was DJing. It was hot and humid. Somehow you had found your lips on Max's. The rest of the night was self-explanatory.

You had woke up the next morning, slightly distraught because Charles would only be first in the line of brothers that would kill you. And while Max peacefully slept in the morning, you took the walk of shame back to your apartment.

The problem was that neither of you could forget the time you spent together. Even though you had drunk one too many that night, you could remember every moment in his bed vividly. Max could still hear your laughs in the emptiness of his apartment. And when he closed his eyes every night before bed, he could see you on top of him.

Max was the one who had suggested the whole thing. Friends with benefits. He said it'd be good for some pleasure for the both of you. Because sex definitely isn't intimate or anything.

But Max was struggling to draw the line. He was feeling things he shouldn't. Concerned when you were sick. Excited for your texts. Small moments reminded him of you when he walked around. You were the first thing he thought about he got in the car and the last when he got out.

More. He craved more than the moments after where you talked for hours before you left. He wanted to wake up to you. He wanted you to pick outfits in front of him and let him pretend which one he liked until you were both back in bed, laughing and moaning.

Fuck. If he knew anything, he was falling in love with you with every passing day.

That's why he should've said no to this party. But, either to his greatest pleasure or his greatest misery, he could never say no to you

That's why Max had made some rules coming here:

No looking at you for more than thirty seconds (because Charles would know instantly).

No touching you. At all. This was non-negotiable.

One conversation. That's all he would allow himself. Because if he talked to you any longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

But those rules seem to fly out the window the instant you had walked in next to Charles. Max could've sworn he was watching it in slow motion.

It was still light out, sun only beginning to set. By the way you and your entourage was dressed, you had clearly been swimming. Your sheer black dress did the bare minimum to cover up your bikini underneath. Even worse was the cut out near your chest, holding the two sides of the dress together with a small metal circle, teasing him.

But that wasn't the worse thing. Nor was it the way your hair fanned across your body, set up as if God had done it himself. Nor was it your signature perfume wafting in the air already.

It was the glitter.

That stupid fucking body glitter.

It sparkled and shimmered on your skin. Your bare legs could make the light dance around you. Your arms held all the command, moving the shine and twinkles with each stride as you walked. And your collarbone – God, your collarbone. Glittering in such a way that he was sure he just wanted to lick you clean.

You were positively glowing in the sunset

You had him hooked. Fixated. And almost on his knees.

Max had already broken rule number one. Fuck the rest.

He tried to wait patiently. Watching you converse with a few people for the first ten minutes. But as you glimmered more from afar, his patience wore thin and his restraint was beginning to break.

Max sent you a text. Plain and Simple. Bathroom. Now.

He didn't wait for you to read it and look at him. Max knew you'd come. Because a bit like him, you also had trouble saying no.

Five minutes. That's how long it took for you to come to the bathroom. He would've argued that was five minutes too long.

You raised a brow, folding your arms, keeping your amusement at bay as Max neared you with a few strides, locking the bathroom door.

"Took you long enough," Max mumbled, leaning back to get a better view of you. His eyes glazed over the specks of glitter rubbed into your skin as he spoke. "What were you doing? Talking their ears off?"

You tilted your head to the side, eyes narrowed playfully. "I was enjoying it. Too bad someone was giving 'fuck me' eyes from across the room. You're basically begging for Charles to find out," you huffed quietly.

"Begging?" Max queried, brows raised in slight surprise. He smirked slowly, hands reaching out to brush over your collarbone, fingers grazing your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps across your shimmering skin. "The only person who's going to be begging is you when I'm done with you. Driving me crazy looking like this," he sighed out.

You shivered at his touch, breath caught at his words. You blinked, cheeks flushing. "It's just body glitter," you murmured quietly, teeth sinking into your lips as you watched him bend down, on his knees while he looked up at you.

"Maybe," Max shrugged, hands creeping up your legs, preventing you from clenching your thighs like you had been the moment you walked in here. "But you look so pretty," he confessed.

Your lips parted. His words sounded far from the Max you knew a couple months ago. This was... soft. Like he couldn't control his brain.

He peered at you, lips and cheek grazing the side of your thigh, edging closer and closer to the heat – fabric of your dress brushing his skin. "Let me taste you," he pleaded. "I need you so bad."

He wasn't lying. The bulge in his jeans was so strained, you almost could've sworn it was painful. You wondered what he had been doing for past five minutes. What he had been thinking about to get this hard.

"Everyone's outside," you reminded quietly, not directly saying no. And by 'everyone' you mainly meant Charles.

"They won't know. The music is too loud. I promise," Max reassured, patiently waiting for your answer, small kisses pressed on the inside of your thigh. His touch was tantalising.

You swallowed thickly, nodding. You only just trust your voice. "Okay," you agreed. "But we have to be quick. Ten minutes tops."

You were in the bathroom for Christ's sake. But any minute longer, Charles might have a search party going. God forbid his little sister was getting a good dicking down. (Max's words, not yours.)

You could feel his grin on the side of your thigh and it made you shudder. Max hummed with satisfaction. "Let's prepare you then."

You held your breath as his hands moved, riding your dress up past your thighs, bunching up at your waist while your black bikini bottoms stared at Max at eye level. He sighed, "Fuck me." The fabric was stuck to your folds, darker where damp.

"So wet," he laughed softly, the sound teasing as he pulled down the fabric, letting it pool your legs. He breathed in, the smell of your arousal only fuelling his hunger. His hands grasped your thighs tighter, spreading them further to watch your slick shine the same way your skin did.

Max gave you no warning like he usually did. He was already so far gone with his desires. He leaned his head in, tongue darting out to take one long stripe of your wet folds, grinning when your body jerked to his touch. "Taste so sweet, schat," he praised before delving into your pussy.

You could only whimper, your hand clamped over your mouth. His fingers clamped deeper into your thighs, pulling you closer while his tongue darted into every crevice and fold. Your other hand fell to his shoulder, bracing your self and grasping at the way his defined nose knocked at your clit.

Your head fell back to the bathroom door, hips grinding up into his tongue as if it was second nature. Your eyes fluttered shut, breathing stuttering while your chest rose and fell. Fuck, it felt so good

Max could see it faintly through his peripheral. Your arousal covering the sides of your thigh, mixing with your body glitter to create a whole new unique shine that solely comprised of you. He could only grunt against your cunt, the sound reverberating through your body.

The clench of your pussy told Max everything he needed to know.

He parted from your folds, silencing your quiet whines with his wet lips, shining with glitter and arousal as he kissed you. Your hand found the buckle of his pants, quickly prodding to take them off.

Max's body lurched upon the feel of your hand on his cock. "Fucking hell," he cussed into your neck, eyes rolling slightly.

"Five minutes," you rasped in his ear, fingers grazing his tip for leaving his cock hanging from his pants, aching and twitching for more of your touch.

Max swallowed, nodding furiously. His one hand travelled to your thigh, hooking it closer to his body while the other laid flat on the bathroom door, steadying himself. His hips aligned with yours, his pulsing cock teasing your entrance, covered in your arousal.

A reverent guttural moan spilled from his lips as he pushed his hips up into you, cock welcoming the warmth of your pussy, balls flushed against you once he fully bottomed out. "Holy fuck," you barely whispered, his hips beginning to rut against you.

Your glimmering skin stuck against one another while Max brought his lips to yours, consuming all the loud moans threatening to scape with his sloppy kisses. He pushed his cock further into you, feeling his balls slap against you, making the most obscene sounds known to man echo in the bathroom.

He looked down at you, feeling his cock pulse at the fucked out expression that teetered on your face. You could barely breathe with all the air escaping your lungs as the familiar white light edged near you. Max grinned against your lips. "You going to come for me? With all those people outside? You keep warning me about Charles but I think you secretly enjoy this, schat. You just can't get enough of me."

Your fingers on his shoulder tightened, stomach churning while your jaw fell open. "Fuck!" you gasped, any sounds from your mouth turning silent as stars covered your vision, body convulsing as the waves of your orgasm rolled over you one after another.

"That's it," Max coaxed, hips snapping faster into you. "Did so well for me. Clenching so tightly," he grunted, eyes falling to the cream ring around his cock. Christ.

"Come for me, Max," you encouraged, holding his jaw so he looked back at you. "Fill me up," you breathed, body tightening when you felt his fingers rub your clit. The pleasure was beginning to build up fast.

Max swallowed, unable to look away as he felt your orgasm vibrate around his cock as you clenched around him. A high-pitched stuttered groan fell from his lips, hips stuttering against you.

The both of you moaned as his hot white cum spilled into your walls. Your folds clamped around him, milking every last drop. Your head fell against the bathroom door with an exhausted sigh, chest heaving as he pulled out gently after a few minutes had passed.

"Thank you." You breathed out slowly, giving a small smile as Max pulled your bikini bottoms back up, not missing the way his blown pupils were stuck on the way his cum spilled out of your and onto the wet fabric.

Max cleared his throat, nodding in acknowledgement.

You shuffled down your dress, patting down the material so you looked somewhat presentable. You looked over at the mirror before turning to Max. "I'll leave first," you murmured, barely giving him a glance over as you often did so you didn't overthink. You turned to unlock the door.

Max blinked, failing to ignore the clench of his heart. You were reminding him what you were. Friends with benefits. That's all you were.

The air felt cold on your heated skin. The thrum of chatter and music filled your ears as you weaved through the small crowds of people, finding Charles and Alexandra talking to Lando.

"What I'd miss?" You queried, looping your arm through Alexandra's.

Lando kindly grinned at you. "A trip to Ibiza. If you're down," he shrugged.

Charles nodded. "Lando hired a yacht. Although we should probably ask Max to deal with it since he owns so many," he huffed, head twisting to spot the Dutch driver. "Max!" He flagged down.

Max pressed his lips, avoiding your gaze as he greeted your brother and Lando.

"Where have you been? We were just talking about some– what's that?" Charles paused, brows furrowing as he peered at Max oddly.

"What's what?" Max retorted.

Charles dipped his head, blue eyes examining the last bits of sun on Max's skin. "Is that glitter?" He asked out of sheer curiosity.

Your face fell, growing instantly hot at your brother's words. You could feel Max's body still while Charles followed the way Alexandra and Lando's eyes travelled to you and your glittering skin.

Fuck.

Charles snapped his eyes to Max, brows raised in disbelief. "Max... for the love of God, tell me you're not having..." he breathed in slowly like he was afraid to say it. "...sex with my sister."

Max took a step closer to you, covering you with his body like he was going to protect you. Why on earth would he do that?

You gave Charles a pointed look. "W-We're adults, Charles," you reminded, seemingly confirming it yourself with a shaky breath.

"Merde," Charles cursed, shaking his head. You could see Alexandra squeeze his hand gently, trying to calm and comfort him. You gave her a grateful smile, still a bit terrified of your brother.

Charles kept looking at Max, keeping his position as older brother up before being his friend. "So you're dating then?" He queried as if it was the only obvious answer.

The question felt loud. The silence even louder.

Charles would kill the both of you if he found out were just friends with benefits. But the truth was... it wasn't really like that anymore. There was something more. But neither of you had been brave enough to admit it.

That is... yet.

Max turned to you, blue eyes softening slightly. He grabbed your hand with his. His voice was low and quiet, leaving only you to hear him. "I don't really want to just be 'friends,'" he admitted with a tight scared smile.

You blinked at his admission, taking time to register his words. Finally a soft smile graced your face. You felt impossibly warm and complete. You squeezed his hand. "Neither," you whispered back.

Max tried to tone down his grin as much as he could as he turned to Charles and sucked in a sharp breath. "We're dating," he confirmed.

Lando raised a brow. "You mean as of now. You're dating as of now. How long have you been fucking?"

"Lando!" You hissed, glaring at him, unable to even look at Charles or Max.

Charles breathed in slowly, a barely sane smile on his face. He rubbed his temples gently. "I'm going to ignore that," he mumbled, gesturing to Lando before turning to your now boyfriend. "Well, welcome to the family," he sighed out, grabbing Max's shoulder. He leaned in further, the threat quiet in his ear but visible for all of you to see. "Hurt her and I swear to God you'll crash on track."

Max swallowed thickly. He gave a firm nod. "Duly noted."

"Great!" Charles chirped, leaning back with a feigned smile that only told you that you were in for it when you got home.

Oh Jesus.

You tugged Max closer to you. "I think we should enjoy what freedom we both have left for the day."

Max nodded idly. "Sounds like a good idea."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[frownyalfred]

the insanely complicated, layered and BAMF relationships the Batfamily members have with each other are simultaneously horrifying and beyond impressive, especially when you reach the "I'm working a case and need help" point.

Bruce: you're calling in the big guns, the OG, but it carries a hefty price tag sometimes. non-Batfamily heroes get nervous or territorial. if you're a former Robin, this is a great way to feel like a kid again, which can either be a little relieving, or absolutely horrible. if you're shitting bricks on your last leg about to crash out, calling him in (finally) is the same feeling as crashing into a pair of arms and just letting yourself go limp. he knows everything. and if he doesn't, he will.

Dick: you're calling in Nightwing, usually because Batman can't play nice with this problem/team, or you need someone less attached to Gotham. the ultimate team player, especially for the JL, but he's hiding a lot even from his siblings. if you're Bruce, calling in Dick is a throwback in the best and worst ways. he's not Robin, but for a moment - yeah, he is. will get ice cream with you on the way back; will also covertly observe how that quad strain is treating you while you get it. you can trust him so so much. trusting him is maybe not always a great idea.

Jason: you want Batman, but you don't really want Batman to know about whatever this thing is. or you've got a case that needs firepower, bulk, and Bruce's particular kind of violence that Jason swears isn't his, too. if you're calling him in on a case, there's something you're probably missing he'll see right away. he's got connections, he's got unexpected gear, but he's particular about where he goes. despite what some siblings might think, he talks to Bruce sometimes. and yeah, if you fuck up and hurt yourself on a case, he's telling B about it.

Tim: you're calling him in if you need Bruce's anal-retentive investigation style, in a slightly less grumbly package. he's always down for a stakeout, can process clues and crime scenes faster than he should, and, like Jason, also has weird connections in even weirder places. you're calling Tim in if there's metas in Gotham and don't want Bruce to have an aneurysm. plays well with GCPD, actually helpful, listens to Oracle's priority pings.

Barbara: you fucked up. big time or small time. or you need help with something and you don't want Batman to know. you'll owe her a favor. people assume she's Batman's fixer/man behind the curtain, and they couldn't possibly be more wrong. she's got side projects and teams you don't even KNOW about. you're calling her in as a last resort because your problem will be written in a priority ping and forever memorialized.

Damian: rare to get him without Batman, but if you do, he's extremely helpful. good with animals, surprisingly good with people if he tries, and an expert at distinguishing fighting styles, weapons, etc. good with languages. if you're calling him in for help, you'll deal with him sneering and taking jabs at you the whole time. it's adorable. he will tell Batman everything about this later, though.

Cass: absolutely solid, will not tell Batman shit, will not laugh at you (okay maybe a little), will help you solve the problem. moves quick, gets the job done, very little oversight needed. however, she has some creative interpretations on what "done" looks like. if she and Dick are both called in for something, be suspicious.

Duke: if you call him in for a case during non-daytime hours, something is wrong. horribly wrong. if he calls other family members in during the daytime, something is also horribly wrong. has absolutely 0 patience for Batman not playing well with metas. Babs calls him a lot for anomalies that pop in Gotham. his powers are underutilized and underexplored, but he doesn't want to be the "big guns" unless he has to be, so it's kind of moot.

Alfred: if you're calling him in on a case, Bruce is down. or Bruce is about to crash out and lose it over someone else going down. or fear toxin is involved. any of the above, you're absolutely fucked and should start panicking and looking for the exit. giving advice on a long-term case is one thing; showing up with a belt of grenades, a rifle, and a domino mask in downtown Gotham is a whole other.

Steph: you pissed off Oracle and Steph took pity on you. or Steph is there because Oracle's trying to keep an eye on you. which one is it? you'll never know

Bonus - Clark: There's a meta/alien/whatever in Gotham the combined Batfamily can't handle

Bonus 2 - Diana: There's a meta/alien/whatever in Gotham the combined Batfamily AND Clark can't handle

[yeyinde]

extremely dubious consent. power/class imbalance. implied breeding. manipulation.

but regency era John Price paying off your chaperone to get you alone in a carriage for few hours and the whole time, your guardians think you're being properly supervised during this unorthodox courtship.

And sure, he's so much older than you, a widower with specks of grey along his temples and peppered in his beard, and more established in class and life compared to you, the poor thing that only just entered society and already got snatched up by the surly, gruff Duke. But it's John Price. Despite his temperament, he's such a respectable man, isn't he? They can trust him to protect you, of course.

And he does.

Your virtue, however? Not so much.

He does away with that little problem on the second outing he takes you on, smothering the protests that draw up, shaky and uncertain on your lips when the chaperone your guardians paid to watch over you walks away, swallowing it down with a searing kiss. Shushes you through it as he slips his thick fingers over the seam of you, arm buried beneath a dense layer of fabric, snuffing out those little gasps.

Don't worry about it, he rasps into the burning apple of your cheek. "s'how it's supposed to be, mm?" and when that doesn't quell the quiver in your brow, he adds:

"s'what I want, love. Jus' a little taste, mm?"

And the problem with gently reared girls is that they turn into such obliging women. Your eyes flicker downward—soft in your acquiescence even though your shoulders draw up cutely towards your ears. Pretty little thing. He couldn't possibly resist.

So he doesn't.

Taking such a lovely creature on the dirty floor of the carriage with your prim, proper skirts trussed up over your hips, shift in utter disarray from the scorching attention he lavished your breasts earlier is nothing short of euphoric. Aided by the adorable little whines you make when he finally notches his cock against your soft flesh. Worry flashing over your brow because he's just too big, too thick, for you to take, and maybe we shouldn't, Mr Price—

But you swallow him just as sweetly as he imagined you would when he pushes inside of you. Pussy fluttering around him in a panic at the blunt, thick intrusion, unused to such brutal treatment. And it's heaven, of course. Nirvana between the split of your pretty thighs. Pussy just made to take his cock. Loving it so tenderly like this

"Taking me so well, aren't you?"

Tears on your lashline. Nose scrunched up. He's sure it's a trial for you, but this is just a prelude. Ripping the bandaid off.

A necessary evil.

And if the altruistic facade falters under the blunt weight of his desire, his greed, then at least he has a failsafe to keep you in his pocket should your guardians decide he—in his age, his callousness—is not a good fit for their daughter. They are the doting type, after all. Romantics. Idealists.

(If they can't come to reason and see why he's a good match, then the swell of your belly in a few months time will surely sway them—)

The thought breaks across his spine, molten heat puddling in his loins. Fuck—

Despite the viciousness of thrusts at the idea, you take his desire so goddamn well.

It doesn't take him much at all to reach the apex of his pleasure, not when your hands press tight to chest as he bears his weight down, grinding his throbbing cock into the deepest part of you. Your moans, delicious little keens ringing so sweetly in his ears. Letting him ride you hard against the dirty floor, chasing his pleasure even as your knees dig into his sides, brows pinced but nodding along when he rasps in your ear about how good you feel and how it'll only get better, and next time—since you're bein' so bloody sweet f'im—he'll show you how to suck his cock between those damnably soft lips, keep his fingers buried inside of you while you fold yourself over the bench on your knees, mouth swallowing him down deep—

It sends him over the edge with a grunt. A belly deep groan. And just in time, too.

After he puts your clothes in order and slides you back into the seat, groaning when you squeeze your thighs tight together, keeping his cum from spilling out, your chaperone arrives with a nervous smile and a glint of guilt that's easily diminished with another slip of cash between palms. You stare, dazed and flushed, out the window, and barely even flinch when he lays his hand on your thigh, hold possessive. Proprietary.

"Time to go home, mm?"

And if he brings you back to your guardians flustered, limping, and a little dazed—well. The roads were just terrible, weren't they, sweetheart? Quite the rough ride, mm? He's sure next time will be better.

[blooddlusts]

HOW CAN I SNOOZE ⋆｡°✩ ot7

( I CAN'T LOSE WHEN I'M WITH YOU ) ── sleepy boys want to stay in bed with you

enha x fem! reader (established relationship, fluff, kissing skinship, suggestive comments, them just being clingy boyfriends and just wanting to stay in bed while cuddling you)

word count: 1.23k

kiara yaps: taking nine credits in the spring semester was NOT a good idea, definitely regret cramming in a four month course work into two months lmaoo —this has been in my drafts for a minute and i apologize that i've been offline :(

LEE HEESEUNG

as soon as your alarm goes off that man has you in a chokehold. well, not literally, but it might as well feel like it. heeseung has his arms around your neck, his legs wrapped around your torso and he's putting his whole body weight on you. there's no escape from his grasp as he's placing kisses on your cheek and begging you in his morning voice to stay with him bed. it's adorable, it's cute. and you can't help try to pry his arms off of your body; not like it works, he's only going to hold you tighter. and while he's holding you into his arms, pressing his body against yours begging for you to stay —he's whispering the most dirtiest comments in your ear to make you blush. heeseung may not be fully awake, but he knows how to press his lips to your neck and just beg for you to stay in his arms.

"heeseung please, i have to go to work,"

"just five more minutes,"

PARK JAY

you don't even have to touch your alarm because jay is already turning it off. he's grabbing your phone and already calling the number of your boss from muscle memory so that you can stay home. don't even think about trying to protest and trying to snatch your phone back. he's literally going to wrap one of his arms around you, place a kiss to your forehead and tell you to go back to sleep. putting up a fight with a man who could shower you with all of the gifts you want in the world is pointless. the only reason why he dares to be extra is to secure more hours with you in bed. once he calls your boss, it's game over. your boss is afraid of jay to even say anything back (he threatened to buy the company), which means there's a smile lingering on his lips. you can whine, you can beg to go to work, you can plead with him to let go and get out of bed —but jay is going to hold on to you like you're the only person in the world.

"jay what did you say to my boss?"

"don't worry about it, my love,"

SIM JAKE

once your alarm goes off, he's burying his face inside the nape of your neck while begging in his morning voice for you to say in bed. if that doesn't work, he's going to start placing kisses down your neck in hopes that it will make you stay. and if that isn't convincing, consider his thumb stroking your cheek while he plays with your hair as his next attempt to make you stay in bed. most of the time, just burying his face in your neck is enough for you to smile and lean into his arms that beg for an embrace. there's something adorable about turning around and seeing him give you a sleepy smile before kissing you on the lips. you have to give jake some credit in how convincing he is for you to linger in his arms just a little longer. work can wait, seeing the corners of his lips break into a smile as he falls asleep holding you makes everything better.

"you're lucky i love you, jake,"

"just shut up and let me hold you,"

PARK SUNGHOON

he's already not a fan of alarms. much to having a punctual schedule and being on time to things, sunghoon is willing to make that exception when it comes to you. he thinks the alarm you have set every morning is aggravating —like it actually pisses him off. consider it a diabolical act, but once you're already asleep, he'll disable your alarm. which means he gets as many hours as he wants with you the next morning since you'll sleep through the "alarm" you've set. okay, maybe it's a little mean. but he'll at least make sure that you're up so you have enough time to come to work without being horrendously late. the way he groans in the morning when you wake up, how he immediately wraps his arms around your waist and tells for you to stay —he just wants you to linger just a little bit longer.

"sunghoon, did you turn my alarm off again?"

"i don't see you complaining,"

KIM SUNOO

when your alarm goes off, sunoo gets grumpy. like his hair is all messy, he's squinting because the sun is in his eye and more importantly he doesn't want you to leave. instead, he grabs you by the wrist, and pulls your hand up to his hair. consider yourself screwed because there's nothing that boy loves more than you playing with his hair. sunoo has no filter in the mornings, he'll say things as it is which means you have to snatch your phone away from him before he cusses at your manager for making you go to work. he's so stubborn that he's going to be holding you in his arms, planting kisses down the side of your face with such tenderness that you're just melting in his embrace. consider your efforts to go to work wasted —you can't win the battle against sunoo.

"how long are you going to keep doing this?"

"when you quit your job and decide to stay in bed with me,"

YANG JUNGWON

he doesn't like being reminded every morning that you have to go to work. as soon as you sit up in bed to stretch your arms or try to process that you're awake —he's taking you down. no, like literally. somehow jungwon has secret wrestling skills that you don't know about because he has arms wrapped around your waist and throwing you back into bed. and that's how it's going to stay, his arms around your waist, him resting his head on your chest as he cuddles up to you in bed. all you can do is accept your fate and run your hands down his back as he holds you tightly in his arms. if you're lucky, he'll give you some time to get ready for work. but if that doesn't happen, just accept the fact that there's going to be a cheeky smile on his lips as he's humming tunes in his morning voice.

"you really have to stop tackling me, babe,"

"then stop going to work,"

NISHIMURA RIKI

oh you are so screwed. consider yourself in one of those "escape horror" video games that gave you nightmares when you were a kid. niki is not one to be trifled with when it comes to waking up to your alarm early in the morning. there's something about that glare that he gives you that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. but the fear is immediately replaced with giggles as he throws his whole body weight on you. that man is laying on top of you like you're his personal pillow. there's no escape, just him laying on your chest, wrapping his arms around you and literally snoring while you just lay there trying to shimmy your way out to get to work. of course, you give in and press a kiss to his head while you start to stroke his hair. you have to give him some props when it comes to making you stay in bed with him —even if it means becoming a human pillow.

"niki, can you get off me now?"

"let me think about it —no."

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