#first post on this app i have no idea what im doing..

[achelouise]

how they would main you —alhaitham

fandom: genshin impact

pairing: gamer!alhaitham x character!reader

a/n: initially i wanted to do a whole complication, but im stuck on how to write other characters.... ahahH so i figured i might as well just post this one first and see if i can get any new ideas for the others (the answer is no - but i am open to suggestions!! my brain is empty)

— he’s a casual mobile gamer despite his position as ceo (though honestly, he’s just filling in someone else’s shoes until a suitable candidate arrives). he used to log in every other day to complete commissions. some may call it draining, but he found comfort in the routine; mindless, yet exploring new places every time. he was just extremely careful to not slip and cave into his exploring urges- up until they added a feature that didn’t require him to do them anymore. so he times himself; grab a few chests here and there, talk to some npcs, do bounties, and call it a day before heading straight back to work.

— he doesn’t consume any sort of content related to genshin other than the game itself. no trailers, no drip marketing, no nothing. he believes the promotion ruins the experience for him, and he prefers to keep his entertainment within the scope of his little app. that was, until he ran into you in-game.

— he had expected you to appear in the game at some point. you were initially teased in a small world quest, and alhaitham had taken note of that. that is why he was able to realize that the description the npc gave during the quest matched yours completely, and brought him the tiniest dose of joy to know that he was right. there was something about you that intrigued him, that made his lips tilt ever-so-slightly in amusement.

— he wanted to know more about you. the night he played your story quest, he typed in your trailer- and needless to say, he was impressed. your character was born from brilliant writing, your design (after a brief, two-hour research) seemed to be a perfect blend of historical accuracy and fanciful ideas. the way your voice actor conveyed your emotions seemed to breathe life into your model; you looked real, frighteningly so.

— he was in luck; since your story quest was being promoted this patch, this meant he could pull for you. what was funny was that he didn’t pull, at all, so he had enough to get ten copies of you and still have left for the next character. he screenshotted the piles of primogems before jabbing his finger on the “pull 10” button.

— he had to run into soft pity to get you, but he was on a guarantee, so it only brought him a small sigh of relief when he saw the falling wish turn bright gold. your intro was long, over a minute long of just straight-up yapping, but he sat there to listen to every single word anyway. the next thing he does is click on every single voiceline of yours. you know the expression where someone looks emotionless but has a gigantic blush on their face? yeah, that’s his face.

— he realized some of them were locked, and that’s when found out that he had to increase your ‘friendship level'- or whatever- to unlock them all. plus, it also gave your namecard, which looked quite aesthetically pleasing, even from an objective point-of-view. so began his journey to ‘farm’ materials for you.

— his work makes him run a tight schedule, and at the end of the day, he is a disciplined man. he sets his playtime to an hour, now- most of it looking up guides- nahh, of course not.

— alhaitham actually does pay attention to what does what- that’s how he was able to get through spiral abyss with aloy. in the end, it’s just numbers, and he was good with those. he actually uses his eyes to see which set would be best for you, and what free-to-play weapon would suit you most. the only, only reason why he outranks those with your constellations or signature is purely because his artifact luck is absolutely cracked.

“i do need crit rate. oh, look at that. it got added as the new substat. perhaps some crit damage…? hmm. not bad.”

— his luck is genuinely insane. he didn’t even think that getting anything other than the desired substats was possible until he got a single def roll, and had a small breakdown as to why the system was ‘broken’. alhaitham, you lucky, lucky man. he probably broke the record for the highest crit value without even knowing it.

— he wasn’t too keen on your gameplay. it was a tad inconvenient, and it required several readings of your kit to fully reach your potential. but if he brought goddamn aloy to 36 stars, he can sure as hell make you hit one bajillion damage (he does), even if he only has one copy of you. he gets used to the clunky mechanics when he reaches friendship level 3, and (unknowingly) becomes your defender.

— he knows, of course, that purposefully typing a response on a forum when others are dragging your name is the behavior he expects from cyno- and besides, he has better things to do with his life. the only times where his defense for you comes into play is when he’s arguing with kaveh about it.

“you just don’t understand! [name] was written that way to portray the conflicts between the two parties, and to dig up this- this lore just proves how baseless your theories are!”

“then why not simply use an npc? face it, you’re just mad because i cracked this theory faster than you ‘lore-lovers’ did.”

— he can’t say anything when it comes to your gameplay, though. to kaveh’s credit, he doesn’t focus on the meta.

— he eventually mains you (as if it wasn’t obvious already), taking you to the far corners of teyvat and making sure to always teleport back to your region before logging out the game. he eagerly- i mean, patiently waits for each new voiceline, whether it comes from the friendship xp or from new events. in any case, you bring him a little bit of life every time he opens the game- perhaps he should get your signature when you get a rerun.

[prisonradar]

i drew radar ermmm yeah

[bunnyboy-juice]

Hey im a mutual but too chicken to ask in your DMs- you reblogged an nsfw post abt someone having their drink spiked. I was roofied a few weeks ago, could you please tag that? No shame just trying to heal and keep stable- thank you 🙏

im sorry to hear that happened to you! i can try my best to remember to tag intox posts as such, but also as stated in my pinned intox fantasy posts, which includes posting about roofie play, is par for the course on this blog so if that's something you're uncomfortable with interacting with to the point of distress rn i do strongly urge you to unfollow me. like literally no judgement or grudge - i completely understand being uncomfortable seeing posts like that regardless of the reasoning, and i dont think its worth keeping mutuals if the content i post is upsetting to you. i hope your healing journey goes well & your pain eases over time 💞

[laurmaus]

Hellll nooooooo😭😭😭😭😭

[ybklix]

𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫

✧summary: what if he’s actually watching... rather, reading? ✩ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

★ genre: smut ⭒˚˖➴warnings: masturbation, daddy kink, oral sex (m. rec), deepthoat, fingering, clitplay, corruption kink, pet names, praise, unprotected sex, creampie. ₊˚⊹☆ word count: ≈8.4k

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small letters are the “fic” !!!

wen’s note: i was working on this silly fic! it sounded good at the moment idk. i hope it doesnt get confusing, i have another fic idea a little bit like this heh; yes im preparing wicked games lmao, i kinda got stuck, my bad

Another day off for Chan. It was the day he was supposedly free, just before an important concert the next day. It was his time to relax. He had eaten a good meal and was now enjoying the comfort of his hotel room alone, as he often did, lying on his bed.

And suddenly, a message. The photos for his next Instagram post had been approved. He could now upload them. They had even taken the trouble to edit them and blur the faces of people who could be seen in the distance, as the photos were taken in a public space. Although the staff in the message recommended that he do it in a couple of hours—since it was a decent hour in Korea, as he was overseas on his much-appreciated world tour.

Chan reviewed the photos. He had sent many, but he only planned to select the best ones. For a moment, he wondered how strange it was to still need to ask permission for simple things like using his social media, but he didn’t blame them. He was too lazy to censor people, so he would send them to the staff to handle, and in the end, he would apply his favorite filter.

He was about to upload the photos, but he got distracted on Instagram for a good 15 minutes and sighed. He had nothing else to do, so, bored, he opened the Bubble app. At least there they didn’t monitor when he sent messages or what he said—although he was extremely intelligent and a fully capable adult, he wasn't going to say anything stupid that would get him into trouble—although they did monitor the time he spent without sending messages, and every time he seemed to forget, his staff reminded him that he had to maintain his image and consider his fans and, above all, make them happy. So, he relieved his boredom a little by sending messages, saying he was about to update his Instagram, teasing his fans, laughing at the few reactions he could see from time to time on X.

Tweets like: chan is going to update his instaa, he just said that on bbl

Chan smiled and continued, typing:

Wait, maybe I’ll give you first some pics that didn’t make it to insta hahaha You wanna see? Exclusive photos for STAY

But he thought that teasing his fans and making them wait would be a little fun, so he watched a few videos on YouTube and, after 30 minutes, returned to the app for his fans. He sent two photos.

Mirror selfies. Wearing black shorts, a white sleeveless shirt, fitted to his body, his thin chain falling across his chest, and a Fendi cap. He perfectly showed off his strong, toned arms and his chunky bracelets. Chan knew they would love the photos... that’s why he did it, but after a few seconds, he regretted it and felt a little embarrassed.

The first photo was in a bathroom. The second was in front of a large mirror in a hotel room, one of the many he has stayed in throughout his tour.

Those are the pics They’re a little... weird? Don’t you think? Like mirror selfies maybe are not for Instagram posts. Or maybe you can teach me how to use Instagram haha😅 I’ve seen STAY Instagram pics for the tour, you really know how to pose Oh, yes, I’m watching

He had been sending photos for days. Photos in the mirror, spreading his legs, showing off his arms with their prominent veins, simply keeping his fans happy with exactly what he knew they loved about him. He wasn’t stupid.

Chan locked his phone, took a shower, and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a busy and very important day. So, to help him fall asleep, once he was in bed, he decided to check TikTok for a moment, and after a few minutes, a video caught his attention for some reason. The video was about fanfics.

Fanfics? He thought. He hadn’t heard that word in a long time, oh god. For some reason, he checked out the comments, and one with a lot of likes and a photo of Changbin caught his attention in particular, commenting about the Tumblr app... and the word “smut” in it.

It made him a little curious.

Chan was bored enough and, somehow, quite willing to explore what they were referring to. He had forgotten when he last read a fanfic about himself for entertainment... but he remembered the strange feeling. His ears turned red, and he couldn’t stop thinking: is it about me? Is it me?

He downloaded the app again. Everything was happening so fast, and he created an account with a username he thought of in five minutes, after multiple attempts, because, of course, he had forgotten the account he was sure he had in 2017 and used only three times. And he was in. He didn’t question anything; at first, everything was going well. He acted on impulse and slowly remembered how to use the app on his phone.

First, he liked the posts under the Stray Kids hashtag... and, slightly embarrassed, he searched for the reason why he downloaded the app. Smut? Was that it? Bang Chan smut? His heart raced a little at the idea, and he felt a certain cringe at searching for such a thing... but he had nothing else to do, he had already done it, and with a certain modesty, he ventured a little.

And his first impression was that there were numerous options. All of them used photos of him for the aesthetics of the post, different names, colors, sizes, formats, and a good amount of interactions on each one he saw.

He was a little impressed and felt somewhat flattered and a little strange. Did all his fans imagine him fucking like that? Did they fantasize about him fucking them?

Finally, he wanted to try his luck and stopped at one in particular... just out of curiosity, a light read before bed and... to check out what kind of things his fans wrote about him in their spare time.

The title of the story made him laugh. Daddy, in pastel pink letters. And a series of three photos of him that matched the rest of the title’s aesthetic.

Chan snorted. Thinking it was obvious... thinking, oh yeah, sure, I’m the daddy, right? He was very aware of what people might think of him and knew that it was so easy to assign him that kind of fetish. But he didn’t dislike it at all. He felt... meh. He understood. He had debuted as a k-pop idol seven years ago, and he was well aware of what his image was like and how it had been shaped and refined throughout his career.

Summary: Chan explores his new favorite kink.

Wow. Wait, what? He thought. And he continued reading the warnings. Damn—deepthroat?

Okay, now he was more curious; he wanted to read it.

Everyone knows Chan has a daddy kink.

He paused right there. He blinked, looking at his screen and thinking, excuse me, I beg your pardon? He wasn’t expecting those first words and opening line. But he kept reading; he couldn’t stop.

Everyone knows Chan has a daddy kink. Everyone except him.

Since he started uploading his photos to platforms for his fans, he began to read and be overloaded with comments of that type. And, for some reason, that thought won’t leave his head.

The truth is, and he hates to burst his fans’ bubble, although he’ll never talk about it, he’s never had a girl call him “daddy” in bed and/or during sex. He’s never experienced it. And, in his twisted mind, he often wonders... is it time to try it?

He thinks he might like it; he’s thought about it so much and came to the conclusion that maybe it’s fucking hot. A beautiful woman, vulnerable and begging over and over while whimpering “daddy”... well, it’s an interesting idea for Chan, who knows he’s young, successful, and fucking handsome and sexy.

But Chan blames his fatigue and that he is letting himself go too easily and... that maybe he does need a good fuck. He hasn’t had sex in a long time, he’s always busy, and even more so now with the hectic schedule of his tour.

Chan felt that personally.

But he’s sure it will pass soon. He has to refocus, just like now, where he’s on his way to meet his new assistant, because according to his manager and staff, his popularity is growing too much and each of the members had different needs, so assigning a personal assistant to each, by roommates pairing, was one was a topic that was discussed and agreed upon.

And that’s how you met Bang Chan and Yang Jeongin. Most famous idols right now. You know exactly what you’re getting into. You know they are men, idols who maintain and care for their image and are therefore extremely handsome. But Chan in particular took your breath away, that simple morning you meet him and introduced yourself.

You begged your cousin for this job because you are so excited about the idea of working in the entertainment world, even if it is behind the scenes, and he kindly got it for you, choosing Bang Chan and Jeongin for you, mostly because of Chan, as he recognizes and knows how he works. Your cousin, who is the group’s manager and knows each of the members for years, knows that Chan won’t be too demanding on you and that, in a way, if you get along well with him, he could even guide you and teach you more about the world that makes you so curious.

You are young, naive, and decided to give it a try. And so did Chan.

Chan puffed out his cheeks. He thought it was funny that even his manager was involved.

He kept reading about how the relationship between her and him, or you? He understood the point of view. The reader was supposed to his dearest STAYs.

He read when things started to heat up.

Chan starts teasing you, taking you everywhere with him, being demanding with you, taking you to his photoshoots, fashion events, and teasing you every time he tries on a new outfit. He often tells the workers, “Let her in, she’s my assistant,” and proceeds to take off his shirt in front of you, revealing his toned body, smiling smugly and mischievously when he sees how much you’re staring at him. And then just puts on his outfit and says with a fake innocent smile, “How do I look?”

He’s incredible. You can’t deny it. And he is also sort of a playboy. Still, you want him so badly. But you don’t want to cross that line, you’re not even sure if he wants you too, and you think he’s only doing it because he’s bored and wants some attention.

At first, yes, that was mainly it; but seeing how well you get along with Jeongin, since he was almost your age, the way you seem like friends... Chan doesn’t like it.

He had been very clear about setting his sights on you—even though he never said it out loud... but he’s not sure if he should try something with you. But once he sees that you started going out with Jeongin outside of work hours, he acts quickly. He wants you all to himself. And it’s more than obvious that you want the same thing.

So, his plan is to provoke a reaction in you.

He’s on tour, you’re on tour with them too. Everyone is busy. Everyone has their assigned tasks, but Chan’s specific task is you. Was it wrong to want to fuck his very pretty and sweet assistant?

Oh. Fuck no, I wouldn’t do that, he thought.

He can almost taste you. And fantasize about your exquisite wimphers and your body writhing in pleasure under his body. It’s what keeps him up at night, what he thinks about, what motivates him.

So, his move is simple and quick.

He sends you 20 photos with the message: I’m planning to update Instagram. Please approve the photos.

The real Chan sighed, thinking it was becoming personal.

In the middle of the night. With no further context than that.

At first, you check it because you think it might be something important, since it was your work phone that rang, but after skimming the message, you don’t pay any attention to it. It’s past midnight, and you’re in your hotel room; you know Chan has trouble falling asleep, but seriously… a message in the middle of the night about some photos?

But curiosity gets the better of you. You open the chat and start looking at the photos, but you don’t plan on responding until tomorrow, at a decent hour, and when it’s in your work schedule. And you start looking at them, carefully and with sighs, thinking over and over again that he’s too handsome.

Chan sees the Read 12:31 AM and his heart starts beating fast. So that means you’re awake. He just hopes you’re having fun thinking about him, especially with the photos.

You can tell that you didn’t take those photos, as you usually do. You think that maybe Jeongin or some other guy must have done it, and… without thinking, you start to lose yourself in the details of each one, in how good he looks in each one, smiling, walking down a sidewalk, his lips, his smile… you hate being so absorbed by him. Until now, you didn’t even remember what the point was. Oh, right. To check if they are okay for Instagram, and so far, they are all fine. Absolutely perfect, to tell the truth, until you got to photo 19.

You sigh audibly. You don’t believe it’s true, and look at the photo in disbelief. You even think he made a mistake. You settle back into your bed, leaning against the headboard. A photo of him shirtless, in front of the mirror. His perfect pale, sculpted body perfectly defined… that dangerous V marked on his pelvis that leaves you wanting more. Of course, he wasn’t going to post that photo, and he knows it perfectly well. And, as a reflex, you slide to the last photo, which makes you open your eyes in surprise.

It wasn’t true. You blinked several times, perhaps thinking it was a dream, but it wasn’t. It’s a photo of his black sweatpants and his attractive, veiny left hand squeezing his prominent and very noticeable cock, outlined in his pants.

Photo 19 is... fine. Sexy, suggestive. Photo 20 is straight sexual, you’re so scandalized.

You lock your phone, fearful and thoughtful, worried that it was a mistake and that if something like this could happen when sending photos to his fans, it would be the end of him... and that you are very grateful that he is told which photos were approved and ready to be uploaded... but that’s not your biggest concern, even though you want it to be. Instead, you’re agitated, you think it’s because you’re amazed, but you know very well that it’s because you’re feeling very heated and slightly turned on.

You can’t help but wonder if it's really a mistake or if it’s on purpose, you don’t even know what to say or how to deal with him tomorrow... but what you do know now is that that intimate and specific part of him, which you fantasized about more than once... now you know exactly what it looks like.

God, it was exquisite. You shift your legs nervously under your sheet, and your face is hot and red. You bite your lip and take another look at the photo.

It’s obviously him. It’s his hand, his fingers, his bracelets. In the angle, you can see a little of his lower abdomen exposed and thus, the large and exquisite thickness of his erection, his hands gently squeezing it, marking it on the useless fabric of his sweatpants. God, his cock is big and it’s begging.

You’re very wet, your pussy throbs with excitement... but you decide not to do anything about it, you feel dirty. So you just fall asleep, restlessly moving your body in search of a comfortable position, which seems impossible to find. You’re so horny that the only solution you can think of to be able to sleep peacefully is to have to ride your boss’s big cock, stirring and filling your insides. You fantasize about it, about him touching you, fucking you hard, sexting... until you fall asleep and relieve your horniness.

And that night, he goes to sleep. Fucking horny, but not before stroking his hard cock until it’s sensitive, dripping in his cum, thinking about you. Tomorrow he’ll deal with you.

Oh, wow, the little tension was building. Is that what STAY writes about?

The visual image was very soft, quite easy to digest and project in his mind, plus he is extremely imaginative... imagining a very pretty girl completely flustered as she fantasizes and sees his cock. Now it was Chan who was really getting a little turned on by this certain type of literature. He was between flattered, knowing that it was about him, and pleasantly uncomfortable... like something that, even though he wanted to let go, he couldn’t, that there was a certain satisfaction in it.

Then the writing got to its point, the smut.

You sigh and enter his dressing room, still feeling cowardly.

“So... you call me?” you ask nervously.

You can’t look him in the eye. You’ve been avoiding him all day, and it’s so obvious.

“Mmhum... what do you think of this outfit?”

It’s ridiculous. He thought so, too; he was just using it as an excuse.

“It’s fine. You had already chosen it beforehand. Do you have a problem with it? Should I talk to the wardrobe person?” you reply, bluntly and accurately.

He is already ready, dressed, his first stage outfit, makeup, and hairstyle done. He looks so handsome. He was just waiting for the show to start.

He smiles. You still can’t look him in the eye.

“You’re right. I’m fine... I was just wondering why you haven’t told me anything about the photos? I plan to update as soon as the concert is over,” he says, with a certain tone you can’t quite decipher.

“Oh, about that...”

“Mmhum?” he hums, his hands on his back, lowering his head a little and seeking your gaze.

You don’t want to say it. But you have to, you couldn’t avoid it forever, and you have to be professional.

“Yes, I checked them,” you look him in the eyes and feel intimidated. “And I’d like to respond more specifically by text.”

You avoid it, and he notices.

“Do it here now. You didn’t edit any of them, did you? There was nothing to edit.”

You’re getting nervous over something insignificant, or so you thought.

“Okay. You’re right. Photos 1 through 18 are fine, but... I want you to check the last two very carefully, I think there’s been a mistake.”

“Oh, really? Seriously, which one?” he asks sarcastically, poking his tongue in his cheek, teasing.

You clear your throat. “Chan, please check them. And wait for my confirmation message... I have to go. Join the boys when you’re ready. The makeup assistants might touch up your makeup a little,” you try to sound brave.

And you turn away gently, but he’s quick and grabs your wrist. You sigh. You didn’t want to do this right now, you know his intentions are so clear. He wants to have some fun with you for a while, that’s all. You’ve worked with him long enough to know him and play dumb. But you’re not that kind of woman. Or are you?

“Wait. I don’t want to wait. I want you to tell me exactly what you saw. Isn’t it your job to assist me in everything I ask? I’m asking you to tell me now,” he says sternly.

His gaze is dark, playful, and easy to read, and it makes your hair stand on end. Your mind can’t stop thinking about the possibility—after all, you’re alone in his dressing room— of fucking him.

But you try to be tough. Professional. Even though it’s so hard not to melt in front of him and give in. You know he knows.

“Chan,” you say slowly. He pays attention to you. You remember his photos, with a certain guilt, with an immediate reaction from your body, right in your private parts. They are difficult to forget; the memory of how he made you feel is still very present in you. “I think you sent some... by mistake, intimate photos of yourself. One of you without a shirt and the last one... it looks like you’re grabbing yourself... there...” You ramble a little as you remember his hand squeezing his large boner, but you regain your composure. “Which is extremely obscene and unacceptable. Chan, please check what you send very carefully before you do so.”

Chan notices how you blush slightly, overcome with embarrassment and modesty, and he loves it. You look straight ahead, but you avert your gaze when you mention that particular photo. He bites his lower lip, his ears start to burn, and he can’t help wondering if... maybe you touched yourself while looking at that image. Could it be possible? All needy, wet, your fingers caressing you delicately, filling your precious little cunt with them, abusing your pussy, imagining that it’s him, and sadly not satisfying you enough. Because you know he’ll do it better, for you.

You almost did it. You almost touched yourself. But you resisted... but you don’t know if you’ll be able to do it if he decides to touch you, right there, right now.

He smiles mischievously. You knew he did it on purpose, but you don’t want to think about exactly why he did it, even though it’s obvious. But you fight against all your will to be professional, to not ruin the job you love. Even though being a simple assistant may seem lowly, there was nothing wrong with it. You’re a celebrity’s assistant, you travel the world, you meet new people, it’s a new world you like to belong to... but if you continue with this madness, you’ll end up fucking your boss, and you don’t want that.

Or do you?

You swallow hard, nervous. You struggle not to look at him like that. But it’s inevitable.

But Chan suddenly changes, making you doubt yourself.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Y/n, really. Did that make you uncomfortable?” He let out an awkward chuckle.

Suddenly, his serious and dominant expression softens and becomes tender. Now you’re so confused. You love it when he acts like this... but you question why he suddenly changed. Maybe it was just your imagination that the reason he talked to you there in the privacy of his dressing room was to fuck you.

Now you’re a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” he says, looking at you with sad, shining eyes.

“Chan...”

Suddenly, you think you may have completely misinterpreted the situation. So you decide to go back to normal, despite having felt that tension just a few moments ago.

He takes the opportunity to take your forearm, seeking some comfort for his embarrassment. His clearly feigned embarrassment.

“At least, of course, if you ask me. I can give you that and much more. The photos were just for you. Did you like them, baby girl?”

Your skin shivers, and you open your eyes in shock. You feel slightly betrayed, like a helpless character who fell for a villain’s false redemption. Chan’s face changed completely, the corners of his lips rising high to form a seductive and confident smile.

“What?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you didn't like them... you know I only sent them for you, sweetheart.” His finger brushed your chin. “That was just a preview; you can see it for yourself whenever you want. Fuck, Y/n. I need you.”

You blink in disbelief. Not believing that the situation was escalating into something overtly sexual. You don’t even know if you’re ready to take Chan, to truly fuck him.

“Chan, no...” you begin to stammer.

“No, what, doll? I know you liked them and that you’ve probably been thinking about them all day. You dirty little girl. Or do you think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been avoiding me?” He speaks precisely, deeply, and seductively. He brings his face close to yours and tries to intimidate you. And he succeeds. His left hand holds your wrist tightly, and the other caresses your cheek. “I know you, Y/n. If it really bothered you, you would have come to whine about it already, oh, your sweet whining. Always having something to say... Chan this, Chan that... and then suddenly nothing...?” He leans close to your ear, his breath on your skin. “What? Seeing my hard cock got you all quiet? You’ve been thinking about it all day, haven’t you? My cock, waiting for you,” he adds haughtily. “Come on. Then see it for yourself—touch me. Be a good girl. I order you.”

He steps away from you and watches you. He has been fantasizing about you so much that he has imagined your expression for a long time, and now he appreciates it. Your sweet face shrouded in confusion, your lips parted, and a look of desire in your eyes. Perhaps this is what he has always wanted, something his mind cannot stop thinking about. And he wants to try it with you.

You admit to yourself that just the idea, and his deep, haughty voice, talking to you slightly dirty... you fall deeply. You are beginning to accumulate an intense arousal that slowly descends throughout your body.

You look him up and down—from his perfectly styled long hair, his stage outfit... god, you can see how his pants are slightly loose around his legs, but the only tight part you can make out is in his crotch. Your heart races, not believing that he’s actually hard. You almost give in. He, his bulge, absolutely everything about him looks exquisite. But you remember that you have to maintain your composure, resist, not let yourself be carried away by the impulses and all kinds of thoughts that surround you right now.

So you just ignore the very tempting offer to touch him. You don’t even want to think about how he’ll manage with his erection. You think it’s not your problem. That you have to get out of there. No matter how much your breathing shortens and your pussy throbs painfully for him.

“Chan... the concert starts... you’ll be on stage in 40 minutes,” you look him in the eyes again.

Too late. Chan catches you looking at him with desire, your gaze stopping right at his crotch. He loves making you like this. Nervous, defenseless. The feeling of excitement runs through his whole body and travels violently to his cock. He’s so turned on that he can almost feel and imagine the slick softness of your pussy satisfying him. He needed you desperately.

“So?” He smirks. “Mmm... I’ll only need 20, it’s all up to me. We can make it for hours later. Don’t worry. It’s just that I need you now. Can’t you see?”

Oh. You could clearly see it. His erection was becoming more and more noticeable, present, tempting, and menacing. But you don’t know what to say. You’re speechless.

He moves closer to you, close enough to breathe in his masculine scent. And he sighs deeply, subtly licking his lips.

“Make up your mind, princess,” he says. “I’m here. Ready for you. No one has to know... so walk through that door and I’ll stop this. Forever. I won’t bother you.”

You hate it when he does that. He gives you no choice but to choose what he wants. He always manipulates you gently. How does he think you’re capable of passing up the opportunity? After he threatens to never try again with you. You should do the right thing, be grateful that he offered to end the madness. But you're not as strong as you thought you were.

The real Chan blinked in disbelief, imagining himself saying that. He was so immersed in reading that he almost got goosebumps, maybe from cringe, maybe because he was actually enjoying it. It was a guilty pleasure.

“Chan...” you whisper.

Your pride prevents you from saying it. Your face is red, enveloped in shame, and that fascinates him like you have no idea. He wants to ruin every fiber of you. He wants to dominate you and make you his. Right there. The thoughts and your sweet, docile gaze, as you nod softly, make his cock throb again and again. Slow, long, sensitive throbs.

He clenches his fist tightly, restraining himself from taking you violently there once you confirm that you want him too; he resists fucking you hard. Restraining himself from just taking off your jeans, turning and bending your body over easily, and fucking you until both your sexes are worn out and throbbing. He wants that, but he also wants to enjoy everything.

“Get on your knees, beautiful,” he orders softly.

Your whole system is altered in seconds. It seems so unreal, but you do it. The way your gaze and body descend down his figure until you are kneeling in front of him seems to be in slow motion, wanting to capture absolutely everything. It’s so easy for you to obey him. You always do. Everything he tells you. You work to do it.

Chan’s ears turned red. He was feeling flushed... if obedience was a topic that STAY, his beloved fans, were going to touch on during sex, while writing this, he was extremely curious, because it was his topic of interest. Who was he kidding, even they certainly knew. He loved it. And if he immersed himself further in the reading, he even felt that they were putting him in a difficult situation, possibly awakening more than one emotion in him.

“Come on, baby girl. Don’t be shy. You know what to do. You’re a smart, pretty girl. Pull down my pants,” he says, eagerly.

You’re shaking intensely. You look him in the eyes and obey him. You know exactly what he wants you to do, and the idea turns you on more.

You don’t want to waste any time. You’re both desperate, but because of that desperation, your trembling hands are a little clumsy, but you finally manage to do it. You manage to do it until he’s just in his boxers. His intimidating bulge pulsing beneath the thin fabric of his underwear.

He watches you do it. Chan is so turned on by everything you do that a small vein stands out on his forehead. He needs you with an almost inhuman intensity, and holding back and loosening his tense body becomes difficult. It becomes pleasantly exhausting, painful, and simply exquisite. If this is how you’re always going to be, he already knows how hard it will be to let you go. You will be his new obsession.

Finally, you undress the lower half of his body. Freeing his cock, twitching and wiggling gently in the tense gravity that surrounds them both.

He moans deeply at the sensation filling his senses. You are about to take him.

Your mouth begins to salivate at the sight of his exposed member looking incredibly appetizing to your hungry and lustful spirits and vulnerable sight. But something immediately crosses your mind, something you were sure of, but seeing it in reality, pulsing and alive, is another experience. But, yeah fuck. Chan’s big.

Chan sighed... he really hoped the one writing all these was old enough to say cock, or whatever. Nothing prepared him to digest the fact that they were talking about his penis, in fiction, of course. But knowing that people... thought that about him... and exactly like that, well... he wasn’t sure he could go on. But he did, what the hell.

He notices that you look at him with a mixture of fear and anticipation, and that look of yours deeply touches his dirty fantasy. Yes, it’s true, maybe in the end, he does want to try to be dominant—a fairly simple and regular task for him when it comes to sex, he doesn’t even have to try—and the idea of being called daddy has been on his mind since he met you. And his logic was, how could he not want something so subtly dirty coming from your sweet lips? Begging and crying with your sweet, sultry voice tickling every fiber of him by saying… daddy.

Chan just had to think, oh, look at you, your sweet face, your bright eyes, asking for one thing… And those lips that he has adored and admired since the first second he met you are now about to take his cock.

“C’mon, baby, take it, please. Lick it all…” he whispers and bites his lower lip hard, waiting for your trembling body to do so, to satisfy him.

Your smooth hand takes his length. It’s even more impressive in your hand, or maybe you just liked Chan too much… but no. His entire intimate area is so aesthetically visible, god, his skin was so smooth, there was no trace of hair or constant waxing, just his smooth skin connected to his veiny and large manhood. His cock is needy, pink, leaking, so pretty to wreck you.

He stopped there for a moment. Suddenly, everything around him ceased to exist. He felt flattered for a moment that they considered his cock to be big… and the real him had to admit, with his high ego, that it was true. Its size is genuinely well regarded, and its appearance clean—god, it almost gave him chills to know that people on the internet exhibited a vague but accurate description of what his cock looked like. No hair. Pink tip, veiny. Fuck, that’s him.

He saw his crotch a little amusing, thinking it was crazy that there was a whole world on the internet glorifying his penis, whose anatomical part was beginning to feel good. Nothing to be alarmed about... just a slight sensation that he was comfortable with, until now.

Chan thought it was obvious to imagine... and so sweet to fantasize about, too. That when he exposed his abdomen in front of his audience and his pants and underwear were unintentionally lower than normal due to constant movement and friction, his skin could be seen. Could they perhaps notice his personal preference for having hair? Was that possible? Well, of course, he was a very cautious idol to show any sign of hair. Still, he felt exposed and thought about being careful in any other presentation.

But he had to admit to himself that, in a way, he was enjoying the indiscreet and inappropriate nature of everything he was reading. It wasn’t something he was proud to admit to his fans that he knew this kind of obscenity existed, much less something he would share or talk about with the guys. It was just another experience, something that came with being a celebrity, he supposed. It wasn’t something he did every day, let alone actually fuck.. with a pretty staff member... if he got into the story a bit. Not with that very busy and dedicated lifestyle.

But he certainly had needs... maybe, right now. Maybe needs as big as that fictional Chan he was reading about.

He let out a frustrated sigh, surprised at how ragged it came out. And for a moment, he thought, just to release his tension... what if he just jerked himself off?

Your thighs rubbed gently together, the dampness in your panties beginning to bother you. You can feel every inch of your pussy muscles throbbing, and it intensifies when your hand runs along his length, gently caressing it with care. You don’t want to miss a single thing about the experience, so your hands travel over his cock, remembering the feel of its texture, its hard shaft, and his soft balls, making him whimper in the process.

When you feel you’ve stroked him enough to remember the image of your hand giving him pleasure, you continue with your mouth. You almost let out a moan at the strong throbbing of your pussy. Your soaked panties cling to you uncomfortably, heat pooling so fast you can barely focus.

Your tongue first tastes his tip, playing with his precum and your saliva. You feel so dirty, but you’re both filled with pleasure. You circle your tongue around his glans, wanting to see him sensitive, whimpering, hearing him moan, and you succeed, but he does so in moderation, restraining himself from being loud so as not to arouse curiosity in someone and have one of the guys suddenly show up in his dressing room. Since the door wasn’t locked.

You give him a bright look, feigning innocence, and begin to kiss and lick his entire cock. Your tongue revels in the sensation of his pulsing cock, and with a timid but voracious movement, you gently suck up to his testicles. Suddenly you feel so insatiable, rubbing your lips with sudden but determined movements over every inch of him, causing him to rejoice in pleasure at having the whole package—your gaze fixed as you do it, your tongue and lips naughtily teasing and moistening his big erection as you touch him and, of course, the sensation of something that cannot be compared to anything else.

“Mm... Fuck, yes!” he growls. “Just like that, you’re doing great. You’re fucking me driving me nuts, baby girl, with that dirty tongue of yours. Do you like licking daddy’s cock, princess, huh? Is that so? Why are you so good at it? Fuc-k...” he starts to whimper and ramble.

But it comes so naturally to him. Only he knows how to master the term and use it at just the right moment, when it’s so sizzling and so appropriate. It’s so natural, the situation warrants it, both for him and for you, who smiles at him and your cheeks flush, that needy hoarse voice of his praising you... and calling himself daddy... Fuck it, you don’t even consider it, it just seems so right. It’s right. So you play along.

“Yes, daddy, mm, I love your cock.”

You smile at him, running your tongue all over his penis and finally taking it shallowly into your mouth.

“Just like that, princess. You’re a very good girl.”

Pause. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He wasn’t sure if he was offended, impressed, or insanely turned on. He had to process the fact that he was being called daddy... and he felt so bad that it felt so natural. It was so right, he didn’t even have time to think for a second about repulsion or cringe... no, something was really happening with his breathing, his mood, and his arousal reflected in his masculinity.

Chan rests his hands on your head, letting himself be guided and carried away by the delicious rhythm with which you slowly take his cock into your mouth. He is being carried to heaven. Your mouth was wet, warm, just right for the job. He admires the image of your lips enveloping his shaft and its length being consumed by your cavity, reaching the top of its midpoint; by then, his glans was already bumping against your tonsils and teasing your uvula.

So you suck his cock, just as much as you think you can take in its entirety. The lining of your cheek squeezes and stimulates his member to perfection, making him whimper and sigh, almost so close to his climax.

Fuck. Chan’s heart began to beat fast. Was he going crazy? Why was he genuinely aroused? It was just that suddenly it became so easy to visualize the image of a beautiful girl sucking his cock in the danger of his dressing room. His body temperature was rising, his ears were red, and he didn’t even have time to process it properly when, with discomfort, he pulled down his boxers and freed his very hard and erect cock. He moaned. He couldn’t believe he was like this... was he that desperate? He cursed under his breath over and over again, but in the end, he ended up grabbing his cock. He had to get rid of that big erection one way or another, otherwise he knew it would hurt too much. He knew himself.

At that point, something takes over Chan; he wants more and more, as soon as the room fills with the obscenity of your saliva hitting, licking, and sucking his hard member and the inevitable sounds that come with such an act. So he starts pushing you, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. He wants to feel you. To fill you in on every possible hole. That’s how wild you made him.

But when he sees that you’re struggling to take it all, he lets you pull away from him to catch your breath. You don’t say anything, but he can still read your gaze.

“Come on, sweetie. I know you can take it. Take a deep breath and let daddy fuck your throat, okay?”

You nod without thinking twice. But he corrects you, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You’re so eager to be touched by him already. You lick your lips and are about to take him and be brave, when the sound of one of the guys warming up his vocal cords, singing audibly loud very close to the door, scares you completely, but Chan reassures you.

“Hey, hey, baby, it’s okay. They won’t get in here. Look at me,” he says softly. You look at him with frightened eyes, the last thing you want is to be caught giving Chan oral sex right before his concert. “Now, open your mouth wide for daddy’s cock—” Still, you obey him, “Mmm, there you go, good girl, princess.”

He gently takes your head again and pushes it slowly. Chan fills you in every way. You start to hold your breath and drool senselessly, dripping down your chin and your SKZ staff badge. It’s obscene. You look ahead at his thickness and what was still left to enter you, then return to making eye contact with him. In the background, you can still hear the guys warming up their vocal cords before the show, while yours are being teased by Chan’s big cock.

The slight curve of his cock hits your throat, and you feel it start to slide in, so deep inside you. He bites his lip hard, holding back a muffled moan at how good it feels for him to fill the narrow passage of your throat little by little, your restless tongue under his skin, and your teeth gently scraping him. Not only do you start to cry, but he does too. His veins begin to show, Chan wants to moan freely, but you can’t be discovered.

He moves gently inside you, just a little, enough to engrave the obscene image of his cock buried in your mouth and for you to feel his organ pulsing in your throat. Soon, noticing you are helpless and your sweet face is covered in tears, he pushes you back gently to allow you to catch your breath. Leaving behind small drops of fluid that fell to the floor and an easily breakable line of saliva that left his cock shiny and full of sex.

“You are a very, very good girl, angel, look at you,” he whispers, still excited with his cock pumped to the limit. And he gently wipes away your tears. “Stand up, baby.”

He began to masturbate, confused and excited, thinking about how they thought of all the details. Staff badge? Fuck. There he was, running his hand up and down his cock, looking just as he had read, flushed and throbbing. He moaned, gently trying to restrain himself from making noise, from causing a loud scene, but it was impossible. He knew himself and knew that, particularly right now, after masturbating, his orgasm was going to be loud and messy. He was already making a mess, the obscene sound of his hand on his skin, pulling and pumping his cock. He pinched his sensitive glans, sliding and lubricating his entire shaft. And he kept going, whimpering... deeply wishing someone was there to solve the problem.

You obey him. You’re still so excited, and he quickly but gently proceeds to undress you. He takes off your blouse, that badge, your bra... and you just let him touch you, his big, cold hands kneading your now exposed breasts. He loves having you like this, so submissive and vulnerable.

Chan continued to masturbate hard. His hand squeezing his cock as he visualizes the softest of breasts, the most beautiful nipples.

And now it is he who kneels slowly, taking your right breast with his lips, sucking and licking your nipple erotically, so that later his lips and nose brush your skin, descending to your abdomen. You moan softly at his touch. You want to swoon right there.

He pulls away slightly to unbutton your jeans, pulls them down in one swift motion, and admires your panties clinging to your pussy. His cock throbs again, dying to fuck you. But first, he slowly slides your panties down, making you suffer in the process.

“Fuck,” he whispers, incredulous. “Look at you, my baby. So fucking wet for me.”

He notices it as soon as he sees your panties and, unable to resist, he checks it by running his fingers over your labia, gently immersing himself in your folds, admiring the beautiful sight of your mons pubis and your tense body, your abdomen tensing at his touch.

He wets his fingertips and brings them to your clit, making gentle circles over your sensitive spot, causing you to squeal with pleasure. Your pussy is incredibly soft, warm... Chan planned to fuck you after you gave him oral sex, but once again, he couldn’t resist you. He spread your legs slightly and grabbed your folds roughly, enjoying the sight of your exposed, shiny, needy vulva, then inserted two of his fingers inside you and stimulated your clit at the same time with his mouth.

His tongue plays with your clit. His lips and nose stick to the skin of your pubis, and his mouth sucks your spot with perfect intensity while his fingers work on your core.

“Ch-Chan, please...” you whimper softly, almost on the verge of collapse.

He pulls away from your clit after sucking it hard, and his sweet gaze fades.

“I’m not Chan. What should you call me?”

His fingers forcefully enter you deeper on purpose.

“Da-ddy,” you whimper brokenly, “Daddy, please.”

“Please what, hun? What’s the problem?”

Your whole body flushes. You feel like climaxing.

And just like Real Chan does. He was panting, imagining the sweetest, softest pussy. His mind couldn’t stop fantasizing about having one right now. A beautiful pussy bouncing and riding his cock. Sadly, it was just him, his hand, and his imagination.

“Please, daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

He stops suddenly.

“Oh. Not now, baby. That pretty little pussy has to take all daddy’s cock, you hear me?”

You sigh in despair as you feel his fingers come out of you. You were so close. Instead, he stands up abruptly and handles your body with ease, getting behind you and subtly bending you over. In front of you is his full-length mirror. You can see how pathetically ruined and aroused you are. Your makeup is gone, your pants and panties are awkwardly stuck on your calves—just like Chan’s—and your breasts are exposed.

“I want you to cum on my cock. And look at yourself while daddy’s fucking you, baby girl. Look at you.”

The strokes on his cock became more violent. Chan was so close, the orgasm was overwhelming him, almost giving him spasms and mild cramps. The image in his mind was so vivid. Fucking a sweet girl from behind in front of a mirror, damn it. He needed it.

Chan teases your entrance with his glans, holding it with his right hand and holding you by the waist with the other to keep your balance, and thus slowly enters your beautiful pussy, the one he fantasizes about so much. Sliding inside you was glorious, he moaned audibly in response, not giving a shit if it could be heard outside.

You sighed as you felt him deep inside you, and so he started slowly at first, took your forearms to control your body, and then pounded your pussy hard. Long, deep, and hot thrusts, one after another... taking advantage of the indescribable pleasure of your walls on his cock. Both sexes are collapsing and coming together.

Chan masturbated even harder and writhed with pleasure on that hotel bed. He could already taste his orgasm.

Your breasts began to bounce. You are breathless. Unable to moan freely, your weak body releases it in tears of pleasure.

You watch yourself being fucked and then see his attractive silhouette pounding your pussy from behind. You are being sweetly ruined. And when you were both close, he presses your body against his, one of his hands playing with your breast and the other stimulating your clit, with your pussy being filled and penetrated to the fullest ...

Chan growled loudly, breathlessly, his cock quivering in desperation as his ejaculation shot out, staining his hand, his abdomen... He closed his eyes tightly and leaned his head back against the headboard, allowing his body to climax, leaving him sensitive.

He felt it like a guilty nut. Like a teenager jerking off to his first porn.

Chan finished reading vaguely. He creampied her and talked to her sweetly...

And as actual Chan caught his breath... with his hand full of his own semen... he could only think—what the fuck? He was still agitated.

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sorry i was forgetful with the taglist mueheh—bc some asked me to add them but i forgor, lmk any problem hehe

ty for reading! (✿◠‿◠) any interaction is appreciated!

[thecherrygod]

man if youve never made a pdf on your phone and have no idea how it works you cant get mad if you ask others if they know how to and they say "it depends".

[strab3rr]

(long story and no short sorry) GUYSSS I DID ITT

I INDUCED IT!!!!! I WAS PURE AS A FUCKING BABY

IDK WHAT TO SAY (ok enough w capslock)

i have so much to say and not a thing at da same time idk how

anyway i want to begin with thanking you @b4ddprincess bc youre the reason i realized why i started this thing. thank you for making my life better and make me realized what i need to do: nothing. (its same for you guys, all u have to do is nothing)

two fuckn years ago i said to myself that i need a better life, quiter life, less fight with everthing bc everything was so loud and not clear i was feeling lost like a child in the market, and i wanted to make things better for myself in every way, but the main idea of my reasons to wanting to get in the void was: making anxiety go and having better people in my life. but the ''voidlist'' just never stopped bc im kinda greedy(having the idea of controling on your life, the idea of that power makes you greedy. yes thats a thing) anyway the more i add to the list the more i feel like im movin away from my desires then i feel depressed bc ive overcomplicating it bc theres so many things to do but i dont do anything so nothing happend bc i was waiting to be someth happen. and then i started doing awkwardly silly things such as: void routines and challenges and (im embarrassed of this one bc i was too desperate) drinking water

youve read it correct drinking water.

i was sooo desperate for having those things id do anything to get them.

i am simple. i want what everyone wants🎀🎀🎀: shifting realities bc i have so many crush and i need them to be crush me in bed(for 2020 girlies)

being an academic weapon is so easy for me🎀(bc of the urge to make my family proud) +dream collage

being the girl that everyone gets along w(basic needs)

being the girl who is pretty not cute(trauma response)

glowing aura(cats loves people w glowing aura yes thats a thing too)

dream body n hair(bc i deserve this🎀)

healthy (girlyfriend)friends(basic needs)

and of course him, my sp(i cant tell wich one at that time but i releived that its not him now, bc MY BELOVED CURRENT BF. guyss he is the one. dont u dare ask me how you know? i literally manifested him🎀)

then i realized i can have everything bc its my reality so why not add these:

new phone, +macbook air

dream apartment of my own

pinterest closet

lifa app for this reality

financially free-money(a lot. like really a lot)

knowing 4 languages like a native person(bc i want to be diplomat so bad) +sign language(its in general)

a little drama(its not gonna hurt anybody)

my parents being more lovable and away from me

every time i try to get in, either i was failing or falling

and im sick of it, sick of it so much i quit.(for a year)

then i go to the theraphy(ofc no im jk ilove being crazy)

one day i saw a post ss from tumblr about pure consciousness on pinterest and i was like whaat is thiiss. no mention of void so i thougt its a diffrent thing and i download the tumblr again and search everything abt it. and same excitement again after one year same thougts and same list popes up in my head. and i was like ok maybe this time itll happen.

still waiting to be someth happen so nothing happend, it was such a waste of time trying to get in while i was already be, i was already what i want to become. i was that girl that everyone gets along with but i couldnt even see bc i was too focused on wanting to be. but still tried every night and failed. and again tried-failed-quit circle bc.. have you ever met me🎀

4 month ago i saw the girl, iconic blogger and the goddess of my dreams, her @b4ddprincess thx again love u so much

a post pops in my fyp and i see the words ''pure consciousness'' i was like noo not again. and i was serious abt it i wasnt gonna read the whole thing but it attract me n i couldnt resist it so ive read it from the top to the bottom. and she got my interest so i stalked her page from the last and to the first post. it was quiet a beautiful journey for me. lasted like 3 days, the end of the 3rd day i was ''woaw it was this easy all along? u cant be serious.'' she was. i tried one last time, no breathing exercise, no ridiculous routines and no waiting something to be happen. it was just me being real me chilling out asf.

and it was this easy and it should be this easy bc being your 4d self is being nothing also being everything at the same time. if u wanna be everything you should be nothing first(as wizardliz saying: drop the old story, leave the victimhood, for being better stop being bitter etc.)u should make a space for everything first and then u can be everything.

for being 4d self of yours stop being your3dself.

sooo long story (no)short i am writing this from my mac in my new apartment(in middle of the night bc i couldnt sleep and then one tumblr notification reminded me i have a success story to share too) and my phone buzzing two minutes a time bc of my friends while im writing this, so if theres anything wrong ignore it pls.

oh u asking my bf how cute, hes sleepin in my bed now, exhausted from the work n school balance.

YWS SCHOOL!! im in my dream collage and im going to be in paris for a week. i deserve a vacation i guess(its for another conference), i kinda hate french men bc theyre so mansplaning(not like how i imagined, its hard to be friends w them)girls are cute but i feel like theyre aware im not permanent there so we just con buddies still cute and hepful for this foreigner.

and i canceled the lifa app thingy bc i can be my purest consciousness anytime i want, so i am my lifa app.

and thx to 4 languages i make a lot of money and that brings us to the pinterest closet, yesterday i realiased that. theyre not comes to me w an imaginary way like i imagined! i go outside for shopping casually and theyre there luckily i have enough money to buy them.

and my family theyre living in our hometown now so as i want it to be, we are away from eachother.

and the most magical thing: SHIFTING REALITIESSS

i did 5 world before i met w my bf. it was such a wonderful experience. if you have doubts abt shifting you can go fuck urself

because sir i did it and i am very sure that dean winchester being my husband is not a daydream, fantasy nor lucid dreaming. believe it or not he kissed me GOD HE KİSSED ME(someone should stop me i have a bf)

is there anything i missed let me see.. cats i have 2 cats now and theyre adorable. glowing aura-check

the girl who is pretty not cute- check +make anxietygo-checkcheckcheck

dream body and hair- check and check

i wanna give u a info i didnt have all my desires by being my4dself

not directly actually. but i have them all. and thats the point.

im not trying to be a blogger but if you have any question abt anything, id be happy to help

now i need to upgrade things in my farm byeess

loves, siena.

[hypno-matt]

Taking Notes

CW: Spirals, Edging

This morning I was talking to @mastern3ro about my love of spirals, especially being made to watch one and then post about just how blank it made you feel.

So I decided to turn that concept into an even better one.

The task I was given for this was simple. Watch a spiral for 20 minutes while repeating the phrase "I'm a needy hypnotoy." Very basic.

The fun part, however, was that i decided to track howni was doing every few minutes, in order to properly show what a sub goes through when they spend such time staring.

I figured I could use the Notes App to record how I felt every now and then, while using my PC to do all the heavy hypno-lifting.

I sat down at my desk, and put on my favourite spiral from an array of almost a dozen, pairing it with a nice looping set of binaurals.

I pressed play, and began taking notes.

"Minute 1: The spiral is pretty and the binaural is great but nothing too far out of the ordinary so far.

Succint and to the point. As every great piece of information should be.

Nothing had really happened yet, besides me starting to repeat my mantra, very quickly finding a rythm that did not require much effort on my part.

I continued staring for couple of minutes, unaware of what was going to happen down the line.

"Min. 3: mm it feels nice, its hard to focus on the spiral, the hournal, the repeatimg amd the audio. It feels lile im cinfusimg himself ><

Im a needy hyonotoy.."

And here i had encountered my first problem. I had uknowingly overwhelmed myself. The audio, the video, the repetition and the note-taking were fine on their own, but too taxing for my brain combined.

I couldn't really stop now though, I didn't want to give up on this idea so soon. Besides, this overloading, while tiring, felt pretty great.

I had to keep going.

"Min 5;

I aasumed a better position, my legs sprea andd my baxk hucnhed iver. Hunchedf. Over? Is that how you sau it? Theres so much to keep track of and my brrtain is laggign.. i thinkk

Ik. A needy hypnoyy :)"

My brain was lagging. But it felt amazing. Arousing, even. So much so that i had decided to sink into my chair and spread my legs a little.

The overloading factor of this task was in full effect. It was already hard to remember to do everything. To listen, to stare, to repeat and to jot down what i was feeling. My voice began to trail off, the cadence that i had built up going away almost immediately.

"7: i gott caught up in takimg photos thw light of the apirall is so prettty ans so is my facee"

Just after the 5th minute I had noticed how adorable I looked. How relaxed my body was, and how much my eyes were fluttering.

Plus, the light from the spiral was coloring my otherwise dark room in warm pinks and purples. I would have been a fool if i didn't take a few photos, even it if overloaded me more.

"10:ii look so pretyyy im drooling..

Im turned on the lighht so i can photo myssefl"

By this point, my mantra had escaped my mouth, now only occupying space in my quickly fading mind.

I lazily turned on the light, ready to look at myself again, only to realize that the spiral was all i needed right now.

I was halfway through. I had to stare.

"12: toyyy neewdyyt wdsgiunggg rewlwqttong is aurkmaric drooolimgg"

Toy was needy,edging and relaxing. Drooling automatically, my thoughts slowly leaking out.

When did i start edging? Or touching at all really? I had forgotten, but i did not care.

"13 ddrrooollinng ii sshhoyld kbeell.

Oii ttottyyy"

What was once "I'm a needy hypnotoy" became reduced to "I'm toy". Maybe I took "succint" too far.

It didn't really matter though. Toy had to kneel. It's what seemed most proper. It's what seemed the hottest. It had to be done.

"15 beeetyer onn. Mym kenes

Im aneedy hypnotttoot im soo good"

Toy felt better on its knees. I felt so happy, so empty, my blank face more apparent now than ever.

Toy was beggining to become completely broken.

"17 mmfmcm imm so bbapnk imm a needy hoypnotoy

I forgot ot repeatt

Mmy mouutu iiis so drooollyy.."

After a few minutes of looking at itself through its phone's camera, toy realized that he had forgot his mantra.

Its mouth was occupied with drooling. It didn't have the brainppwer to do anything else.Toy went even blanker as he stared so intently at the spiral and himself.

"18 mminnn ttook liiikeww nn hoyrr"

The 18th minute did feel like an hour. Toy's mind couldn't really grasp time anymore. It was almost there, just 2 minutes left, but the time felt like it took ages.

Toy didn't mind. It loved staring. Listening. Drooling. Taking notes.

Toy obeyed.

"220000 oiikmm gonnww

Ttoyyy

.........."

And just like that, toy was gone. Its mind completely cleaned out, its body relaxed. It finished its task, and it felt great.

Toy closed its computer, and went to bed, repeating the words "needy hypnotoy" to itself until its mind returned about 45 mins later..

It had a great idea to write all this down. Just reading through, seeing the reactions and remembering them fully, it makes toy drop all over again.

I'm a needy hypnotoy. Please use me.

[caitified]

hey im not sure if this is similar to the previous requests u've gotten, but

reader and CC were teammates in iowa (privately dating with fans and media speculating about them) then the draft happened—different teams—CC's PR team advised her to be in a PR relationship with u know who—and uh, reader did not take it well. they started drifting apart and the internet had a few reasons why—some thought they were together and broke up, some thought they were beefing due to being on different teams, or u can add ur own ideas ;)

angst but with a happy ending!

behind the scenes

caitlin clark x reader

warnings:none/notes: i’m back!

it was always quiet between you and caitlin.

not silence—but something softer. something intimate. you’d be in the back row of the team bus, headphones tangled, your shoulder leaned into hers, and nothing needed to be said. you’d lie side by side on the floor of your shared apartment, the glow of film study still flickering on the tv, your fingers brushing somewhere between the couch cushions. it wasn’t official, but it was everything.

at iowa, you learned the rhythm of her. how she liked her coffee. the way her voice dipped when she was tired. the little smirk she gave before she pulled up from the logo, already knowing it was going in.

and she knew you too. every tell. every scar. every story.

nobody said it out loud, but people knew.

fans clipped moments from post-game hugs and tunnel glances like they were watching a romance film in slow motion. “are they…?” the tiktoks whispered. “idk but they give something.”

you never confirmed anything. you didn’t have to. there were just glances that lingered too long, cheeks flushed after every win, hands always finding each other when no one was looking.

you didn’t know it at the time, but that was the golden part. the part you’d ache for later.

then came the draft.

you sat beside her in the green room, fingers laced under the table, hidden from the cameras. she looked over at you when her name was called, and you kissed her cheek before she stood up. it was supposed to be everything. a beginning.

but they sent you to two different cities.

two different teams.

two different lives.

you thought you could handle it. you were strong. you were used to early mornings, late flights, long practices. what was a little distance compared to everything you’d already been through together?

but the truth was: the distance wasn’t just miles. it was what happened after.

it started with a phone call.

she sounded off. distracted. like she was trying to read a script someone else had written.

“they’re asking me to… do this thing,” she said.

you could hear the tension in her jaw through the phone.

“what thing?” you asked, already knowing you weren’t going to like the answer.

“a fake relationship. just for PR. nothing serious. it’s just—”

you already knew the name before she said it.

connor.

“they think it’ll help… neutralize the rumors. you know. keep the focus on basketball.”

you didn’t say anything at first. just sat there on the hotel room bed, staring at the little blinking light on the minibar fridge.

“you don’t have to do this,” you said eventually, voice quiet. “you know that, right?”

“i know,” she said. but she didn’t sound like she believed it.

and then the pictures started coming.

her at brunch with him.

her sitting courtside at his game.

her in a hoodie you’d left at her apartment.

the internet lost its mind.

suddenly, it was caitlin clark and connor mccaffrey trending every week.

suddenly, it was like you’d never existed.

your teammates stopped asking how she was.

you stopped wearing the necklace she got you.

you deleted the shared notes app you kept for late-night thoughts and grocery lists and half-written love letters.

and still—your chest cracked open every time her name came up in post-game interviews.

because even when you tried not to care, you did.

you cared so much it burned.

there were theories, of course.

fans speculated for weeks.

some thought you two had been secretly dating and broke up.

some thought you hated each other now—just two stars, too competitive, too jealous to coexist.

some clung to hope, dissecting every subtle interaction like it held the answer to everything.

and the worst part?

you missed her.

you missed the way she used to say your name. you missed the jokes no one else got. you missed waking up to “good luck today, kill it” texts and falling asleep to grainy facetime calls where neither of you said much, just listened to the sound of the other breathing.

you missed her.

then came the game.

your teams faced off midseason.

sold out arena. tv cameras. screaming fans.

everyone was watching.

and so was she.

you felt her eyes on you during warmups. you looked over—just once—and she gave you this tiny smile like she wanted to say everything she couldn’t.

you didn’t smile back.

you couldn’t.

the game was brutal. elbows. fouls. trash talk. you guarded her like you didn’t still dream about her hand in yours. she scored on you once and muttered something under her breath that almost sounded like an apology.

after the game, you didn’t even hug.

you walked past her like she was just another player in your way.

twitter lit up.

“wait… what was THAT?”

“no handshake???”

“they definitely have beef.”

“or they were in love. idk. either way i’m invested.”

you avoided the clips.

she didn’t.

she watched the replay a dozen times that night, alone in her apartment, a bottle of gatorade sweating beside her on the counter. you stared at the ceiling in your hotel room, wondering how it all got so far away.

you told yourself it was over.

but then the offseason came.

and one night, after a charity game in iowa city, you saw her again.

she was standing near the exit, hat low on her forehead, hands buried in her pockets like she didn’t know what to do with them.

you didn’t mean to walk toward her. your body just went.

“hey,” she said.

you just looked at her.

she looked older. not in a bad way. just tired. like she’d been pretending for too long.

“i broke it off,” she said.

you blinked.

“the PR thing,” she added. “i told them i couldn’t do it anymore. i couldn’t keep—”

she swallowed hard. “—i couldn’t keep pretending i wasn’t in love with someone else.”

your heart twisted.

“caitlin,” you said, and it came out like a breath.

“i know i messed up,” she said. “i let them talk me into something that made me lose you. i thought i could protect us by hiding. but i just made it worse.”

you looked at her for a long time.

at the freckles you used to count when she fell asleep in your lap.

at the girl who used to be yours.

you didn’t answer right away.

you just stepped closer. slowly.

and when you spoke again, your voice was soft.

“you didn’t lose me,” you said.

“you just have to fight for me this time.”

and she nodded.

not like she was promising anything.

not like it would all be fixed with a kiss.

but like she knew.

like she finally understood what it meant to love out loud.

you didn’t take her hand that night.

you didn’t need to.

somewhere in the silence between you, something shifted.

maybe this time, you’d make it work.

not in secret.

not with maybes.

but with hands held tightly and names spoken fully and hearts unhidden.

maybe this time, it wouldn’t be out of bounds.

im back!! will update my wattpad book soon, keep the requests coming.

[tojisteddy]

hi! i wrote the 141 fic and i just wanted to address this with as much grace as possible. I am half Black.

I didn't include Gaz in my fic because I don’t know him, that is LITERALLY it. My entire exposure to COD comes from Tumblr. I genuinely had NO FUCKING IDEA Gaz was part of 141. I thought he was like König or Keegan, who pop up in other parts of the fandom.

I KNEW THE OTHER THREE WERE A PART OF IT FROM CLIPS ONLINE (IE. GHOAP INTERACTIONS) AND OTHER TUMBLR FICS.

To accuse ME (black woman) of racism for that is not only unfair, it's harmful. your supporters have been bullying the fuck out of me and i've had to delete anon submissions and block people.

i'm not going to include someone just for the sake of optics, esp if I can't write them well. there are tons of other gaz writers. was i wrong in tagging my post 141 men? sure! did i know gaz was in 141? no. i know nothing about him. i would not do him any justice.

in the nicest way possible, i can write who i write. my blog is self indulgent and i write who i know best. gaz is SUPER HOT, yes, BUT i wasn't particularly inspired to write him in this particular scenario. just as i wouldn't write someone like bruce banner from the avengers in an "avengers men with a fussy wife" fic bc idk anything about him. i dont think people would get on my case if i did that, if it makes sense?

and i would love to learn more about gaz, but i'm not obligated to write about him. getting on your blog to spread a false narrative to your followers is kind of unkind, especially due to your big following. but i just wanted you to know i'm not some white girl with an agenda.

hope that cleared everything up! :) xx

I wanna say first and foremost, my intention was not to send people to spread hate, bully or maliciously attack you and in no way do I condone that. Especially since I myself am a fully black women. That’s my fault in every way and I should’ve been more careful with my wording and should watch myself because of my following moving forward. Im sorry.

Secondly, I do understand only knowing cod characters via fics and edits on this app/tiktok and it’s not anyone’s job to have to look everyone up when you get interested in one singular character. You also don’t have the obligation to write every character known to man in every drabble/fic. That’s fine.

The conversation to be had though would be about exclusion and micro aggressions.

I’m not expecting you to know the ins and out of cod fandom especially when I see you do write for different fandoms (as do I). But exclusion towards Gaz on this app and in edits and the like, is a major issue in the fandom because of his race. And it’s probably a reason you didn’t know Gaz was apart of the 141. This is something that happens to many characters that look like you and me (black people).

And yes, I see (and again I apologize) that excluding Gaz was not your habitual intention. And sure, not all characters fit a certain scenarios.

But you not realizing Gaz was apart of the 141 was a micro aggression in itself, that’s what micro aggressions are.

The unconscious actions. 

The unconsciousness of excluding ppl who look like you and me just because of our skin color, facial structure and builds, the constant need to make black ppl look like aggressors even we don’t do anything wrong, being “scared” of black ppl having “too much” fun.

And those who are white, those are POC and those who are even half black, tend to do it a lot. Same thing with black men and colorism and how it’s ingrained in society’s culture. It’s done Unconsciously. (Not all the time tho) And I’m definitely sure for the white/poc ppl who follow me, it flew over their heads. They just see racism and that’s surface level. Yes, maybe that’s on me for not explaining it further. But that’s something that me and you have to live with till the day we die. And you should understand that.

Lastly, I want to reiterate, I know you did not mean it. I know you don’t have to write for Gaz if you don’t want to. I know Gaz doesn’t fit for some scenarios, same way that Soap doesn’t or Price doesn’t.

But I am saying to watch your actions towards ppl who look like you and me because they pan out at the end of the day.

[wallcreeper-and-oro]

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⋆𖦹 o-oh! nice to meet you too Khione!

uuh um not exactly sure, i'll go ask Dido though she knows about this kind of stuff!

..Oh. Uh no description needed thanks. She clarified.. uh well i hope only people who really deserve it.

Oh oh yes um do share, if you'd like to. Oh that sounds nice! Or not nice.. but uh good at the end? Um ya well, I'm glad for the two of you, you seem like you both compliment each other quite well.

Oh sorry! I assumed cause "my heart" and "darling" but my bad! I'm not always the best at reading people! so I've been told! Oh well i hope that he's okay!! Uh maybe I'll ask about that, seems more like Thebe's kinda thing though..

Um glad to hear, thanks for answering.. and thank you! I'm wishing you two luck too! In .. your work. Uh ya that'd be interesting, who knows where the universe will take us!

This is Ouroboros signing off!

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⋆𖦹 Hi there,

Um you don't know me but Liza said i should reach out cause I've been looking through your blog and think you're really cool! hope it isn't a bother!

I've met your partner though! Zero! he seems very nice! and you do too!! you two seem very cool!! and a really lovely relationship!!

right yes!! i wanted to ask how you two met? if you're comfortable sharing? don't want to pry!

okay that's all!! hope this isn't a bother!!

This is Ouroboros signing off! (@wallcreeper-and-oro)

◊ Oh my. Well, isn't this sweet? It's a pleasure to make your aquaintence, darling; it's rather an experience to hear that our rambling discourse on the omninet has brought some joy. I will admit, it's rather a... new occurance. He and I were well known amongst our peers during CORSAIR's mercenary days for being... hm. Cold suffices as a descriptor, I suppose.

◊ Nice is certainly an interesting way to depict either one of us. You too are mercenaries, no? You are... aware of what it means, to specialise in wetwork? If you are not, I could describe it. Our chosen line of work does speak volumes regarding our characters, I have found.

◊ ah but, enough about your apparent impressions of us. How did we meet? That is a story I am willing enough to share, I suppose. I must say to head off further questions, that by and large I prefer not to speak of who I have been; however, your particular question lays within the time of my life I see no reason to veil.

◊ He and I were assigned to our squadron together, before we were blooded as mercenaries. The rest of what would eventually become Misericorde found us... offputting. They flaked away slowly but surely, driven away by either one of us with time. However, we two alone found each other acceptable company. We understood one another, in ways we were not accustomed to being understood. It formed a foundation sturdy and lasting, as I would hope is evident from our lasting partnership-

◊ ah, I do feel I should clarify lest you get the wrong impression of my dear Zero. While we are life partners of a sort, we are not romantically entangled. He can sleep with whomever he so chooses- and he often does. It only becomes my concern if he so chooses someone liable to make an attempt on his life in the aftermath, which- as I'm sure he would be happy to regale you about, this is not an uncommon thing. Alas, I do rather like him alive. He keeps things awfully interesting, no?

◊ ...I suppose that was a pleasent enough question to answer. I do wish you all luck with your mercenary endeavors in the coming times; as my dearest said, perhaps we will find ourselves hired by the same contractor one of these days. Who can say.

[ Khione ]

[cupidscastle]

So Sensitive...ᐟ

pairings -gorou x dom!fem reader

summary: who knew the great and courageous general of the watatsumi army was into collars.. content warnings: pussy drunk gorou, piv sex, use of collar/leash, overstimulation, mocking, cowgirl position, sort of ooc gorou(?), this is kinda short(will post longer fics in the future) ⸺minors dni .ᐟ

꩜ A/N: hihi! this is my debut post of my account since I’ve decided to start posting my work on tumblr! I’ve always loved writing fics for my interests but they never left my notes app until now. I hope you all enjoy ❤︎⸺nsfw below the cut

Gorou stared up at you with tears in his glassy eyes, leaning back on his elbows. A pathetic whine bubbling up in the back of his throat as you rocked your hips lower, his cock sinking deeper inside of your soft pussy. His head tilted forward when he felt you tug on the leash connected to the studded gold collar on his neck, his eyebrows furrowing in confused bliss when you pulled on the rope hard enough to rocket him into a seated position. 

“Huh?” 

All he could manage to let out was a disorientated huff before you giggled and rolled your hips in a motion that made him sink even deeper inside of you. He shuddered and moaned, his head lulling back from the sensation of your sopping cunt bearing down on his oversensitive cock.

“Haah-!”

“Im really fucking you stupid, aren’t I? What, does the cat got your tongue?”

“Ngh!- N-no- I’m-“

His voice wavers and he whines as you suddenly raise your hips and drop them. The his tail smacks the sheets as he attempts to buck his hips up to meet yours. You click your tongue mockingly and move your weight to where his navel is pinned completely beneath you. Your hands splay out across his smooth stomach. His dilated eyes are boring holes into where your arousal is dripping down onto his erection. 

It’s cute, he seems utterly entranced by what he sees. You have complete control over the general of the watatsumi army. A thin line of drool rolls down from his swollen lips when you tug on the leash to his collar again.

“Mmn..~”

Gorou’s eyes are starting to droop shut from the liquid lust coursing through his veins and to his brain. He’d do anything for you, you’ve fucked him so dumb to the point where all he can think about is your sex squeezing his needy cock.

“What, you can’t even form a full word like you could earlier? You even look like you’re falling asleep while you’re in me, Gorou. I have to say I’m disappointed. I thought you’d be more in charge since you’re the general to an entire army. What would they think if they saw you like this, whining like a bitch in heat?”

You audibly laugh at how his long lashes frame his eyes as they shoot open in shock. A bead of sweat rolls down the skin of his cheek.

“You’re looking at me like I’m a criminal, Gorou, I’m hurt.”

You punctuated your sentence by pulling on the leash to his collar. His dog ears pressed flat against his messy hair.

“You- you wouldn’t, nnn~ you wouldn’t act.. actually tell an-anyone, r-right?~”

He couldn’t even form a full thought without stuttering. You giggled and felt his nails dig into your hips. You really didn’t know how desperate he was for you..

You decided to ease up on him and start giving him some relief. So, you began to bounce on his cock, gaining a rhythm. Each whimper and moan the general beneath you let out fueled you to fuck yourself on him faster and so much harder. Gorou became more and more loud. You looked down at his fucked out expression, you were really giving this poor boy a work out..and had no intention of stopping.

꩜ A/N: again i know this is pretty short but this is my first post </3 i will be posting longer fics in the future though, i have an idea for my next work though so i’ll be posting that when i finish it since i only have a rough draft, thank you for reading !

reblogs and likes are always appreciated !

cupidscastle──dec.30.2024──plagiarism, modification, reposting, and translating is NOT tolerated

[awrkive]

[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK.

you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)

WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur 🤷🏼‍♀️)

WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit 😢 oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... 🙏🏼 smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls 🙏🏼)

NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this 💗 this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy ☺️

‼️CN&BL FULL FIC CAN BE READ HERE

You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.

Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.

You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline – which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.

It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" – that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.

When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.

That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.

Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?

You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!

Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.

Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.

"God."

As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.

"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.

Oh my god. You wanted to cry.

You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."

Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.

Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.

You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.

Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.

He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.

Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.

"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"

You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."

He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.

"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.

"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.

Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.

Ugh.

"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.

But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.

You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.

"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.

"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.

You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.

But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.

"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.

Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."

"Hm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.

"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.

So what if this thing between you has been happening for like… ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.

"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.

"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.

"No, I just… I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.

You shrug. "Yeah, well."

You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.

"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.

"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.

"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.

"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.

"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."

"Oh, well, yeah…" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.

"So…?"

You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.

"Okay, sure." You shrug.

"Fuck, you're the best."

This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.

You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.

"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.

Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."

You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.

"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.

"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."

You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.

Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.

He stops kissing you.

"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."

Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.

"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.

You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."

"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."

You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.

But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."

You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.

Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.

Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.

It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.

Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this… shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."

You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.

When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.

As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.

What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.

"Oh, K-kook – Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.

"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."

He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.

The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.

"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly

"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."

And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.

"Jungkook…" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.

"Good girl."

And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.

"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.

"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.

Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.

Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? – thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?

"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."

You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.

"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.

And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.

So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.

When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.

"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.

He only let out a non-committal hum.

"Jungkook."

"Yes, baby?"

"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.

"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.

"Thanks, I guess."

Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.

"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."

You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.

Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."

"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."

Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."

"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.

"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."

You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?

"No but seriously…" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"

Oh god, your essay. Right.

You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.

Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."

That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.

"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."

You think you'll start doing it more, too.

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Just like in the movies | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x actress!reader ― Warnings: curse words and typos; innacurate race schedule. ― Summary: You're shooting a new movie about racing cars, but you did not expect to get a racing heart from a certain driver. (based on this request).

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formulafan not her trying to be sneaky and hide the cap's number

iguser_ I just now this about to be one of the best movies of the year!

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[shoophise]

Eaaaaaahh!!! I sent the ask about them turning back to normal and now I'm SO sososoos insane about this....thinking about how everything afterwards could transpire...

(thinking about how when sonic is finally met with that ever-familiar scowl on actual shadows face. Sonic still not being totally okay, almost dissociative at first because it's been so long. Shadow dazed, his memory once again hazy. He's unsure of what's happening and Sonic overhwhelming him isn't helping.

Thinking about how shadows aggression placed at Sonic fills him with an unbelievable sense of joy, freedom. Its eerie, and unsettling. Thinking about it leading sonic and shadow dueling, Sonic taking a scary amount of enjoyment in hurting and being hurt at an equal level. Neither depend on each other anymore, they're just fighting, and it's freeing. He's free. Shadow is still confused and unsettled afterwards, but this strangely feels like he's also let out something held back, something he's unsure of. They part fairly quickly after that.

Thinking about how as the memories return to Shadow, he slowly spirals into guilt and regret. Not JUST about everything with sonic [which he does, in fact, feel horrified and sickened by] but also sickened by the fact that he was once again stuck, a slave to a power that overwhelmed him and consumed his mind with it's temptations. How much time had passed, had he wasted - lost - in result of this event? Loitering around, lead astray by his own mind, shirking his duties he swore himself to and leaving the world without a hero.

And all while Sonic was suffering right by his side. His sickeningly joyous husk, blinded to reality.

Its an absolutely horrifying thing to think about, really! I can imagine Shadow wanting to avoid Sonic at all costs, thinking that Sonic wouldn't want anything to do with him afterwards. And, even if he did, the thought only made Shadow sick to his stomach. The idea of Sonic wanting to be around him being damn near incomprehensible to him.

Oh dear and the idea of them running into each other later on, Shadow trying to leave and Sonic pursuing him [of his own free will this time.] A confrontation. Tense and conflicting, emotional and raw. Healing, mending.

I am not normal.

Ehahahhehehehhe sorry I may have um, gone on WAY too long there!!! Once again I just adore your au, your art. It's so inspiring, I haven't been THIS invested in an au like this in a very very long time.

I'm curious as to how abysmally wrong or on the money I might be with any of this LMFAO, I literally cannot WAIT to hear more about this au!!!!

AGAIN SORRY, TUMBLR APP IS NOT LETTING ME ANSWER UR QUESTIONS FOR SOME REASON?

im writing from my laptop again ^^'

AND YOU ARE ACTUALLY REALLY CORRECT ABOUT ALL THIS BTW, i loved every part of this, if you ever write any fanfics pls let me know bc i'd love to read it :0

Post Hyper-Shadow he will feel pretty pretty bad with himself, guilty and wrong, the fact he's supposed to be the ultimate lifeform but still become so addicted to Chaos Energy he lost himself. And caused Sonic so much suffering.

The angst just goes on and on

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Streamer!Ellie Headcanons

Okay this is my first time writing something about Ellie and I had a lot of fun writing this, even tho its short. I saw a lot of streamer!Ellie and wanted to give it a try. Let me know how you guys like it <3!!

streamer!ellie who started streaming videos as a small joke, not really expecting it to blow up as much as it did.

streamer!ellie who doesn’t know how to respond to the comments in her chat about her being hot and shit.

“What are you guys even saying right now?” Ellie says as she's scanning through the comments in the chat.

lovergirl2003: OMFGGGG YOU ARE SO HOT!!!😻

christinawashere: What I would give to have a chance with you😩

bigmike_1: I think I just came…

coochieeater: BROOO let me eat that puss-😳

“Bro WHAT!?!?!? YALL ARE INSANE!”

streamer!ellie who will literally argue with a child. It doesn’t matter how old the kid is, she will not back down and will gladly talk shit back.

“You are so trash at this game.”

“I know damn well- chat did y’all hear that!” Ellie says, doing a double take from her monitor (where she was currently playing Roblox) and her camera. “Yeah well your mom didn’t think I was trash last night when I was with her” and the comments didn’t really help her case.

user4958231: Ellie that kid is like 10!!!😭

sallysmith: bro there is no fucking way she is arguing with a kid LMAO!!!

princessbubblegum: Okay, but like did the kid lie…💀

streamer!ellie who once ordered and tried smelling salts after her chat spammed her and requested (commanded) her to do it while streaming.

“Okay chat so these smelling salts just came in. You all wanted me to try it so damn bad.” She says while cutting open the package with her army knife.

After discarding all of the wrapping and freeing the little white bottle from its confinement, she pops off the top and faces back towards her camera.

“Bro are you guys trying to kill me or something? This shit looks sketchy as fuck. Pause, the fuck I’m supposed to do with this?” She asked while looking at the chat.

ellieswife: SMELL IT

biglesbo: Ellie don’t smell that shit pls🙏🏾

user14873: Y’all finna have this girl fucked up😂

deeznuts27: Put it to your nose and smell it

After reading the chat (and regretting some life choices) she put the bottle up to her nose and gave it a whiff.

She swears she almost died. After falling backwards out of her gaming chair and spending the next 15-20 minutes with her eyes watering, cursing out the people in her chat, and literally just freaking the fuck out, she threw the bottle away and promised to never try anything her chat suggests again.

streamer!ellie who accidentally punches a hole in her wall after losing a game of fortnite against Jesse.

“Guys...what the fuck…”Ellie says in shock while looking at the fist sized hole in her wall.

chuckysbride: Bro get this girl some help.

user1234: LMAOOOO😂

thisisnotdina: damnnn try explaining that one to Joel😬

"BRO SHUT THE FUCK UP DINA!"

(Yeahhhh Joel was pissed after seeing the hole.)

streamer!ellie who wonders why she’s suddenly getting tagged on TikTok. She opens the app and sees a video of her going viral.

Um, its a video of her, but what goes viral is what’s in the background.

(It may or may not be a pair of fuzzy handcuffs dangling from her bed post)

streamer!ellie who wears only wife beaters while on stream and accidentally (not) flexes while on stream. She has to sneeze or cough? Prepare to see her whole bicep in the camera.

billybunson12: You are not slick

ghostfacelover: Ellie put the arms DOWN!

user69: Ellie we know what your doing…BUT IM NOT COMPLAINING!🥱

streamer!ellie who is honestly so grateful for her fans and followers, because she knows that she wouldn't be where she currently is if it wasn't for them. And she makes sure to tell them every stream how much she loves and appreciates them (even if some of them scare her with their comments) <3

note: I really enjoyed writing this!!! sorry for is being so short. I really need to think of more ideas for Ellie asap lmao. lmk what you guys think <3