#like. every side of the box. every angle and position you could think of

[cutecowthing]

when i was young before i knew what kink was i followed this guy on deviantart that did really in depth art about micro people and preparing them for meals and such. now i know its literally just a vore kink but the way it was detailed and seriously thought out (the world building and Actual recipes and stuff) still follows me to this day

omfg were they at least dead before being cooked or was it like with lobster and crab where the most common practice is to just drop them in the boiling water still alive 😭

[enhani-ki]

my biggest opp - reader x ni-ki part ii

warnings: smut, power play, cursing, etc.

read part one

you assumed that after having sex with ni-ki, your biggest opp, it would be awkward and uncomfortable…

but never this empty.

you arrive at your office monday morning to find your inbox startlingly free of his scathing one-liners. there's no "nice dress. shame about the brain." no "can you actually type without making typos?"

his favorite mockery is gone, somehow leaving you strangely bereft.

you tapped your pen against the wooden surface of your desk, scanning for any hint of his sabotages. the folder you thought you'd need for the managerial position, his file on your "possible fraudulent activities" are also nowhere to be found.

because according to him, you fucked him so good that he destroyed every single thing he had that could ruin you.

relief flares that he stopped, of course. but unlike him, you still do your best to make his life miserable, leaving yourself doused in guilt — feeling like an asshole.

an entire weekend passed. you swore you weren't dying for his banter, and yet whenever your phone buzzes, you leap out of your skin.

nishimura riki: stop messing with my report. are you fucking insane?

minutes passed.

nishimura riki: you must be missing me.

your lips twitched into a smirk. hell if you know how to respond.

i didn't do it, dumbass.

really? that's the reply? he'd know you were lying (or worse, honest). the cursor kept blinking in your reply box, taunting you. you typed, erase, typed again, erase — you racked your brain, thinking of a good comeback.

you: you're so stupid. also, my life has been so peaceful without you. please stay right where you are.

nishimura riki: i can come by your house and make your life hell again. if you want.

of course you want it. you'd kill him… or you'd kill for him to come over right now but shit, even the line between those urges were already starting to blur.

you spent your lunchtime writing a status report. your fingers snapping across the keys but your mind drifts to that shameless first night with him.

the night where you wrestled with him for that fraud file of yours. the heat of his breath when you kissed him, when it finally landed on your skin…

you remember all of it. every time you lean over to pull a document from the printer, you imagine the wide arc of ni-ki's arms behind you, the precise angle of his jaw, his thick lips devouring you while telling you how much he hated you for existing…

it's all fucking there.

and as if reading your thoughts, your phone lit up again.

nishimura riki: i want to see what i'm missing.

you: fuck you. you literally work five feet from me.

nishimura riki: and new skirt? goddamn

your stomach clenched. so he… noticed? he noticed your above the knee with the slit at the side that shows just enough thigh to be questionable but still professional according to the office dress code new skirt?

you: your point?

nishimura riki: you look good and i want to see it up close.

a shiver runs down your spine. ni-ki's words became so direct, so suggestive, you can't help but to swallow hard and bite your lip. you sighed, immediately closing the report window before anyone could see you blush.

you check your company messenger during break. you noticed nishimura riki's presence: his avatar pops into view with the status "ready to crush it."

how fucking pretentious.

you just hoped ni-ki would do something back so you could stop feeling guilty whenever you sabotage him, then it would all go back to hell. the hell you not-so-secretly love. the hell he seemed to have loved before — and now forgotten.

@you @ni-ki i expect great results from the two of you. focus on the work, not drama.

you sat on your couch, sipping a cup of lukewarm green tea when your phone buzzes.

nishimura riki: we're stuck together for the next couple days.

you smirked when you realized how he can't stop texting you. you plop your head back against the cushion, totally interested.

you: yeah. happy?

nishimura riki: ecstatic.

ni-ki signs off with a kiss emoji, making you scowl in disgust and throw your phone onto the cushion. he'll see how you haven't responded and he'll definitely laugh about it tomorrow.

you came into the office projecting confidence the next morning. ni-ki is already there, beating you in punctuality. he's leaning back in his chair, scrolling through his phone but smiled immediately when your eyes met.

"you're late," he drawls.

"shut up," you fired back, tossing your bag under the table. you saw another folder you've been dreading. ni-ki's opened it already— hands off, though.

"fuck... i couldn't sleep," he said, casually looking at your eyes.

who asked? is what you would've said but instead, it's: "why's that?" you leaned in, "last i heard, sleeping without protection was your specialty."

he nodded slowly. his urge of choking you to death using his necktie suddenly crossed his mind, like it always does whenever you talk back.

he never followed through, of course. because every time he pictures it, the ending is him fucking you instead. he saw you submitting not because of trust, but because you can't help it.

ni-ki sighed and quickly pulls your chair close to him, making your pulse quicken. "hmm, what do you mean 'heard'? we both know you know that for a fact," he teased, his hand trailing up to squeeze your thigh. "also, did i ever told you how bad you needed practice?"

heat blooms across your cheeks. didn't he say you fucked him good? this fucking guy keeps challenging you — mentally and sexually.

you scoffed and opened your mouth to retort but your boss already knocked on the door, barging in to start the meeting.

the day isn't even done, yet you and ni-ki have exchanged more messages than you have with anyone else all week:

nishimura riki: did you catch the way that idiot glanced at your legs during the meeting? that mf is gonna keel over later once you unplug your laptop.

that 'idiot' is notoriously stiff when it comes to 'office decorum.' the thought of him being flustered at your skirt is thrilling, but:

you: you know i'd rather see how you react when i ask you to take off my skirt.

nishimura riki: come to my office then, i'll show you.

you stood up as soon as everyone's too busy to notice your absence. you opened ni-ki's door without so much as a knock. the tall guy is leaning against the edge of his desk, shirt already untucked, tie loose — completely losing his patience.

you walk towards him. he traces a finger along your jaw, tilting your face up, brushing his thumb over your sexy lips.

"show me," you whispered, sliding both hands flat against his chest.

ni-ki leaned in. "hmm, watch me," he replied, turning you gently by the hips, pulling your ass against his crotch — where you can feel the rigid outline of his cock through his trousers. you pressed yourself back, grinding on him as his hand tightens on your hip.

"we have a meeting at six, right?" he murmurs in your ear. "let's get you naked under this skirt."

"i already am…"

unbelievable.

"you really are a fucking tease, huh?"

your breath hitched when you feel his tip nudging against your folds. ni-ki slowly slid inside your welcoming heat — his cock was so big and hard, making your knees buckle as you can practically feel him rearranging your guts without even moving.

ni-ki moaned, "oh, y/n—" biting his lower lip before pressing one more searing kiss to your neck. "i could stay like this all day," he said.

you let out a shaky gasp, head dropping forward with a whimper. your fingers reached back, grabbing his hands — his big, warm hands that are locked around your hips. "ni-ki…"

"let's not sin so much today," he groaned softly, hips giving one teasing rock that makes your whole body jolt before he pulls his cock out. he stepped back and adjusted your skirt like a gentleman — making you feel full and hollow in the same instant.

that same afternoon, you decided to head to the break room for water. you stop short when you saw ni-ki with the boss' niece, who came to visit the office.

she's laughing, batting her eyelashes at him while grinning so hard. you didn't mean to eavesdrop, but she mentioned something about wanting him to show her around — and that guy just casually folds his arm around her shoulders.

"look at you, you social climber," you interrupted, clapping your hands slowly, it echoed like a gunshot.

ni-ki glances at you lazily over the girl's shoulder. the niece looks startled, she gave you both a sheepish laugh before excusing herself.

"how long have you two been planning world domination?"

"are you jealous?" he asked, chuckling as he drags out a chair for himself. "'cause i'm telling you that's pathetic."

"wha—?"

"don't worry, y/n. it's just been few days, i'll make sure to find some time for my favorite brat."

you scoffed, grabbing your water a little too aggressive. "wow... you sound so proud of being passed around like a party favor."

"passed around?" he repeated, raising a brow. "jealousy already doesn't suit you and now you're possessive too?"

you shot him a sharp glare but he just leans back in his chair, spreading his legs like he's offering you a seat.

ni-ki sighed, "fine, i'll come over tonight," he declared so casually, it made your jaw drop.

"excuse me?"

"you heard me." he stretched and yawned. "you don't have to agree. i've already made up my mind."

"you're crazy."

he stands up, brushing past you as he grabs a protein bar "leave the door unlocked for me, okay?" he whispered, leaning in to give your cheek a quick kiss.

the sound of your skins slapping were obscene. ni-ki's breaths were heavy, his muscles tensed doing his best holding back from losing control. his necklace kept bouncing against his chest every time he slid in and out of your wet cunt. he hit it deep and slow, making your toes curl.

you looked down and watched at where your bodies met.

"oh, my–" he groaned when he felt your walls flutter around his cock. "this feels so fucking insane right now."

your arms tightened around his shoulders. "you haven't fucked me in days," you breathed out, looking up at him, admitting, "i was so stressed out."

"yeah, i know," he replied, "and look how mean you've gotten."

"kiss me..." you asked shyly — too quiet for ni-ki who was busy thrusting, far gone in the rhythm he was chasing to even hear it.

frustrated, you reached up and grabbed his hair — hard. your fingers got tangled so deep in the roots of his bleached strands, yanking him down without warning so you could force his mouth closer.

"ah—f-fuck—!" ni-ki hissed, jolting from the sharp tug. his hips slowed down for a second.

his palm slapped your arm away, the sound echoed a little loud in the room. it wasn't as harsh as what you did, but it was firm because he was hurt. a very clear response to pain.

your eyes slightly widened when he snatched your wrist, flipping you like you're a dead weight. one second you were just looking up at him — now, your face was pressed into the pillow, ass up. ni-ki's hand stayed flat on your lower back, keeping you in place.

his fingers dove straight into your hair, fisting it tight, pulling your head up until your back arched and your spine hit his chest. it forced a cry out of your throat, you quickly hold on to the headboard for your own control.

"it hurts, right?" he muttered, brows furrowed. his voice sounded pissed. "you dumbass."

your mouth parted to argue but you were too breathless and stunned at how fast he turned the tables on you.

ni-ki let go of your hair roughly. your cheek sank back into the pillow. his hands slid down to your hips, spreading you wider. it was careless and he moved confident as he positioned you just how he wanted.

your moans started crumbling into soft sobs — not from pain but from realizing how you weren't too used to getting caught off guard, let alone losing control.

your thighs started shaking, your breath had gone shallow, and ni-ki noticed it right away.

"shit—" he cursed under his breath, the movement of his hips started faltering before slowly pulling out from your pussy. he leaned down to kiss the back of your neck gently. "can you sit up?"

you nodded weakly. he helped you, pulling you gently onto his lap, seating you over one of his thighs while holding you carefully. "did i scare you?" he asked, worried and cautious.

"no...not at all." you replied, shaking your head in assurance.

ni-ki sighed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. he place a long kiss your temple, "i'm sorry, y/n." he continued, "do you want to stop?"

you sniffled and pulled back to look him in the eye like you're a little offended, "hell no."

a small grin broke across his face. he's amused, relieved, but mostly turned on all over again. ni-ki buried his face into your neck, laughing softly. "good," he murmured, lips dragging across your skin.

"ride me."

each movement felt better than the last. his cock dragged against the deepest part of you, his blunt tip kept hitting your cervix, making you gasp in pleasure.

ni-ki sat back against your headboard, his thighs spread wide, letting you straddle him fully. his hands never stopped moving – gripping your waist or holding your nape, the other catching the bounce of your breast. his thumb grazes over your nipple, and sometimes, he'd lean in to suck it, groaning at the way your pussy clenched in response.

his hair was messy. he was so loud – groaning through his gritted teeth – that goddamn chrome necklace catching the low light as he tip back his head to moan.

you can't stop staring. you can't stop running your fingers through his hair, brushing the strands back, or cupping his jaw just to see his face better.

"ni-ki..." you whispered.

his eyes blinked open, resting his forehead against yours.

you were moving fast and steady, sinking down on his dick over and over again while your bodies stayed too close — noses brushing, stealing each other's air.

"you– you're so handsome," you breathed out, barely even realizing you said it.

"me?"

"yes," you whispered. "you."

he grinned and leaned forward after hearing that double down. ni-ki gave you a messy, open-mouthed kiss, your fingers threading through his hair again as your hips rocked in desperate circles.

you pulled back to suck on his jaw next, under his ear, then down to his neck — biting softly, marking him. you wanted to leave something there. something that would remind him how much you wanted to do this over and over again.

now, you're sitting in the center of your mattress, blinking stupidly slow as you try to process just how many times he made you cum. "g– god," you mumbled, "i think my spine broke."

ni-ki huffs a soft laugh, still catching his breath too, resting his head on his arm while his other hand would caress your stomach or squeeze your boobs. "you're fine... it's hurting because you are still talking too much."

"o– ow..."

ni-ki sat up and hugged you. placing soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, and then to your temple. "fine, let's have it checked later. just lay down with me for now."

you nodded, laying down, pressing your back against his chest. you felt his smile against your skin, smug and fond. ni-ki palmed your breasts again... he can't stop touching you even if he wanted to.

"mm, you're such a baby," he murmurs against your hair, "what happened to the terrifying monster who's always mean and yells at me in meetings?"

"dead," you replied quietly, leaning against him. "she died."

ni-ki chuckled again after seeing you blush. he grinned before peppering kisses on your cheek again and he doesn't say it but he adores this messy, clingy, soft version of you.

the one only he ironically gets to see.

you sniffled, pressing your face to his neck. "ni-ki..."

"what?"

"i wanna see bisco."

"oh..."

"i– i wanna see your dog," you sniffled again, voice sleepy and soft. "even if he hates me…"

ni-ki smiled and whispered, "okay, baby." brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead, "i'll take you to see bisco as soon as he gets home."

later after a doctor's consultation, the dog-sitter also dropped off bisco. you're already in his apartment, in his shirt he basically forced you into wearing.

"wait–!" ni-ki reached out to get bisco but it ran towards to where you were. "bisco!" you gasped, eyes lighting up as you rushed toward the tiny white ball of fur that sprinted right away from you.

"bisco, come on! we brought you snacks!" you tried coaxing, crawling on your knees to look under the couch, but the little thing lunged out and bit your wrist – not hard but more of a warning chomp – "fuck– ow!"

ni-ki leaned against the wall, arms crossed and smiling like a proud dad watching the chaos unfold. "i told you he's dramatic."

you didn't care. you kept following bisco around the room, letting him bite, bark while you giggled and chased him with unearned affection... which ni-ki found strange because before, you probably would've fought with that small dog, until it fears you for rejecting you.

finally, bisco ran out of energy and jogged towards his bed, completely ignoring you like a diva.

you pouted and walked back to ni-ki, dragging your feet like you'd just been dumped. "why is it sweet to everyone but me, huh?" you mumbled, melting into his waiting arms.

ni-ki laughed and tugged you in, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "i don't think he hates you, y/n," he murmured, voice soft as his hand roamed slowly down your ass. "give it some time."

"or he knows you've been giving someone else all your attention." you added, rolling your eyes. "right? i knew it, he's jealous."

his lips found yours. "no," kiss. "he's not," kiss. "jealous," kiss. the kisses are so different from before. no clashing of teeth, no busting a lip open, or bruising... it feels like forgiving each other.

and usually, this groping and kissing would spiral into sex, but today, you both weren't even thinking about it. there's just the need to be close, not just to get off.

ni-ki was so distracted by you that he doesn't even know when did he stopped trying to win in everything.

he had plans too, you know? he thought about getting his lick back but whenever you come around, the noises in his head disappears, the urge to get even fades, and suddenly, there's nothing even left to fight for.

he pulls back just enough to see your face. you blinked up at him, tired and sleepy, your lips were still swollen from all the nonstop kissing.

but still, you're so goddamn kissable.

you gave ni-ki a kiss again when you saw him staring – once, twice – "i gotta go," you whispered eventually.

"this early?"

"yeah, i'm getting hungry."

"we can cook–"

"stop–"

"–y/n..." he interrupted, cutting you off. ni-ki opened his mouth then closed it before clearing his throat. "no. nothing. just…" he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous. his eyes kept darting down to the floor like he couldn't believe he was about to say it. "just take care, okay?"

you tilted your head, "t–thanks…"

what the hell?

you're still mean and you still drive him insane, ni-ki took a deep breath – he swore he hates being this kind of guy but fuck it.

now or never.

"do you wanna have dinner with me?" he asked. he said it a little too fast, it's obvious that he was shy. "outside."

"huh?" you blinked. "you mean like–"

"yeah," he said, pressing his lips together, swallowing thickly. "like a–"

"...like a date."

ni-ki braces himself for the teasing and for your usual sharp reply. he knows you'll probably laugh in a few seconds but right now, you're just staring at him, eyes wide in surprise and that alone slightly gave him a little hope.

and he thinks, if this is how he loses, then fine.

let's let it be you.

a/n: my biggest opp 3k notes special! thank you so much for all the love and good comments. the first part came out on march 1 so it's been three months... there's so much (an understatement lmao) drafts for this and lots of scenes did not make it. as you can see, it's not so much focused on the smut and i honestly don't know if anyone will see this or if this part two this is good enough.

i teared up writing this T_T burning blue - mariah the scientist

tagging: @asaheyow @n4mh0pe @sunghoonsarmpit

[wickworks]

Lancer Tactics dialogue layout crisis of faith

(from this month's backer update)

Every so often, I'll run into something in development that eats away at me until it pushes me to a crisis of faith and I have a breakdown, burn down a bunch of work, and build something better from the ashes. These are moments of transformation and we're almost always able to come out the other side with something much better than what we started with.

This all sounds very dramatic until you take a step back and see the issue in question is just, like, the layout of a menu. But if medieval priests were able to have schisms over angels on pins I can have strong feelings about graphic design, dammit!

This month's episode revolved around how we're doing character dialogue. For reference the plan was to do a standard 4-slot visual-novel talking heads layout. I call it a 4-slot because there's usually four positions that characters can stand; two on the left, two on the right:

I had it ingame, and it was working. But... something felt off. Do you see the difference between every one of the above examples and this?

It's all about perspective, baby.

Answer: all the character art in those examples are drawn at a slight angle so they can be flipped back and forth to be made like they're looking at each other.

Trying to do this with the perspective we chose early — straight on — makes for a chorus line of weirdos who are looking directly into your soul as they ostensibly chat with each other. Credulity is strained; the illusion of these puppets interacting in the same space is paper-thin.

(I was skeptical of choosing this perspective for this reason, but we ultimately went with it to make the customizable assets in the portrait maker easier to fit together)

We tried a bunch of different layouts, but they all at least one of these problems:

they'd stare into your soul while ostensibly directing comments elsewhere.

they felt like text messages; this would be fine if that's what we were going for, but we wanted something that could represent face-to-face conversations. (Tactical Breach Wizards was able to pull this style off because they had little 3D dioramas to go along with it)

or, most damning of all, they felt like zoom calls.

So, my heart aflutter and spirit in want, I spent a day doing a research dive into various dialogue layouts (bless the Game UI Database!) to see if any other games had managed to pull this character art perspective off. I ended up with this massive non-chronological taxonomic tree:

(fullsize here)

The type of layout that particularly caught my eye was this style where each character had their own little box. These layouts borrow a concept from comic books called "closure" where the space and time between characters are left blank. Freed from the constraints of trying to simulate a single space, these layouts allow the reader to fill in the blanks with something that feels more true-to-life than anything we'd be able to render ourselves.

I was especially impressed with the dynamism of Tales of Symphonia and The World Ends With You; rather than sticking to single slots they would animate the entire panels moving around to indicate motion an relative position of characters.

So we threw out the old code and copied them. Here's what we've come up with:

We'll be able to have portraits interact, like smacking each other (I felt like a kid hitting two action figures together, lol)

We can also apply effects like princess-leia-holograms and full-screen "lighting" effects like warning banners:

Carpenter and I came up with a number of arrangements that the portraits can smoothly transition between:

I've also implemented support for choices during a dialogue, potentially leading to branching paths.

Overall, I feel SO much better about this system than our initial designs. It might feel a little more cartoony, but I think we're making a cartoony game so that's not a problem.

Whew. We bit a lot off to chew with this project. I feel like I just made a second visual novel game engine inside of the first. Fingers crossed that it all ends up worth it.

[onlyquinns]

Heyyy, ugh I love your writing so much, could i request literally anything you want with kess

YAAS gladly, mention of teacher!reader

michael walks in on you curled up at your desk, tongue poking out of your mouth, and a small file nestled between your fingers. you work at a press on nail, filing the sides so it fits your nail bed better. you’re working on a little set you’d picked up at target on your way home, something shiny and kiddie enough for your middle school students to like.

“what’re you up to?” michael asks, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. his brows furrow at the sight of the fake nails and adhesive stickers scattered across your desk.

“just prepping my press ons,” you respond, blowing away any left over dust. you compare the nail in your hand to your thumb and groan, having filed a little too much. “do you think anyone will notice?” you ask him, angling the nail every which way to find a position that shows your fingernail the least.

michael leans back, resting his large palms on your shoulders. “why don’t you just go and get them done?” he asks as you rummage through the other sets of nails that came in the box.

“uh, because it’s expensive,” you say, matter-of-factly. you start prepping your fingernails, tearing open the alcohol wipe.

“i gave you my credit card,” michael says, taking the wipe from your hands despite your protests. “i can pay for it, baby. that’s what my card’s for—for you to spoil yourself a little.”

you turn in your seat and pout, deliberately making your eyes wide and rounded. you reach for the small wipe in his fingers and he reluctantly gives it to you.

you smile triumphantly, “well,” you start, “i like to think that i’m saving us money. it’s only, like, ten bucks for a set of thirty nails.”

michael chuckles, “baby, you don’t have to worry about saving money. i’ll take care of all your nail stuff for you.”

you shrug, taking in his words but not fully caring. michael’s brows pinch as you continue to wipe your nails, tongue peaking back out as you line up the little stickers. he huffs and pulls his phone out, sending a quick text to the team group chat. he asks the boys if any of their wives or girlfriends have a nail tech that can get you in, preferably that day, and ignores all of the chirps they shoot his way.

finally, one of the guys answers. michael eagerly takes the instagram handle they’ve provided him and sends the girl a dm, waiting almost impatiently for her to respond. it feels like ages until she finally responds, a simple confirmation that she’ll gladly take you in the next hour.

michael is immediately on you, an edge of guilt lingering on his conscious at the sight of your confusion and three fake nails already on your hand. he pulls you from your desk, tosses you your jacket, and pulls a cap over his curls.

“c’mon,” he says as he grabs his jacket and shoves his wallet into his shorts. “we’re gonna get your nails done—bainer’s girl has a tech who got you in.”

you pull on your shoes, brain still processing michael’s words. “what? mikey, it’s not a big deal for me to use press ons.”

michael shakes his head, “nuh-uh, only the best for my girl.” he grabs his keys, swinging them around his finger.

you laugh, “okay,” you say softly.

michael grins and grabs your hand—the one with the press on nails—and pulls you out the door. he makes a note in mind to find you a regular tech and to make sure your nails are always done; he’s the one who benefits from it anyway, especially when you run your nails through his hair and down his back.

[minniebbang]

Photograph | L.Minho

pairing: idol!Minho x fem!reader summary: Just a date with Minho on his free days. word counts: 3k words genre/s: fluff & angst warning/s: a slight mention of illness and death. a/n: I presented to you, a story that have been sitting in my draft since the beginning of 2024. As always, please tell me what you think about it.

Oh, you can fit me

Inside the necklace, you got when you were sixteen

Next to your heartbeat where I should be

Keep it deep within your soul

A loud sneeze echoed throughout the dusty attic as the black-haired male pushed the boxes to the side of the crampy place, creating a path for him to descend deeper. The spider(which had been the permanent resident of the place) scurried away at the sound. He shook his head, arm covering his nose as he gazed around. The attic had been abandoned since they moved in, no wonder it had begun gathering dust. His dumb self forgot to wear a facemask before cleaning this place up, resulting in a never-ending saga of him sneezing like a cat. 

His face scrunched up and he stacked another box together. Pushing another box with his feet, he halted when he saw the title tape on the lid – a title that pulled his heartstrings and gave him a gust of memories he had considered nightmares. He sat on the floor, legs crossing each other as he removed the lid,  a wave of dust greeted him. He coughed as he threw the lid away. Printed pictures were scattered inside the box and he immediately recognized it was his pictures.  A tender smile made its way to his lips. He took out the camera, wiped the lens with his sleeve and positioned the camera toward a space. 

A flash blinded the area.

3 years ago

“Hey babe, look here”

Minho shut his eyes as a blinding light flashed toward him. He blinked before walking up to the culprit sitting on the couch. She smiled as she looked at the outcome.

“I swear you look perfect in every angle, min” She grumbled. Minho grinned cheekily and wrapped his arm around her waist. She took the opportunity to snap another picture of Minho and continued to grumble. Before she could remark another reply, Minho’s lips landed on hers. His hand found its way to her back, pulling her body closer to him. Her hands tangled themselves in his soft black hair as she held herself from letting the sound escape from the back of her throat but failed. His lip was hard to resist. He retreated and giggled as he saw her face flushed in a bright shade of red. 

“Stop grumbling or I will kiss you again” 

“If that’s my punishment, I won’t stop grumbling.” She pushed him off the couch and headed to the shared bedroom, ignoring Minho, who was wincing in pain on the floor. His hand reached for the camera and a chuckle stifled from his mouth as he pressed the button. The majority of the pictures were of him doing his daily routine. He admitted he wasn’t ready for any of the photos. Suddenly, something soft landed on his face, covering his view of the picture on display. He tore the material away from his vision, tilting his head as he glanced at the item on his lap. It was his hoodie.

“Can you take me to the photograph shop, please? I want to print this picture.” She spoke as she stuffed a cookie from the kitchen counter into her mouth and headed to the main door. Minho quickly put on the hoodie and rushed after her, not forgetting the camera. He turned off the camera but stopped; his ears turned red at the realisation of the picture. He quickly shook his head and closed the door. 

Minho unchained his bicycle and without any invitation, she settled on the back seat. 

“Come on! It's always me who rides this bicycle for you”

“Well, I did it last time and it didn’t go as you planned.”

He stared at the ground momentarily, gathering pieces of his memory of the said days. He looked back at her with an expression of agreement.

“Right, I don’t want to come back home with bruises. Let’s go then!” With a firm grip on the handlebar, he hoisted himself onto the bicycle seat.  His right foot stayed on the ground as he pulled her loosened hands together. The camera had exchanged hands.

“Hold on tight. I’m fine with returning home bruised but refuse to see you with any injury.”

She let out a light chuckle. Balancing the bicycle delicately, he swung his other leg over and set off from their house. The gentle breeze of the evening washed over them, hairs blew everywhere on their faces. The rustling from the leaves accompanies the ride. The crisp air filled her lungs as Minho picked up his speed; occasionally, she greeted the neighbour strolling around the small neighbourhood. He let go of one of his hands to hold her hand.

“We should do this often. It’s fun.” she rested her head on his broad back, eyes folding.

“Anything that makes you happy, baby.” 

He pulled over next to the photography shop. He placed both feet down and let her enter before parking the bicycle in front of the store. When he set foot inside, his eyes immediately trailed around the four-corner shop. The wall was plain white, and some black-and-white framed pictures of the same couple and similar children hung on one side of the shop. There was a blue door on the other side—it stood out due to its out-of-place colour in his eyes.

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you again!” The owner beamed at her with a small smile. The man was in his late years, with silver hair and rounded-shaped glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He always wore an attire that reminded her of those kindergarten kids. Minho stood by her side and bowed his head politely to the man. So, the pictures were of the owner and his wife.

“Oh, uncle, this is my boyfriend, Lee Minho.” 

“It’s good to see you, young man. You’re more handsome than in the pictures”

“Huh?” It came involuntarily from Minho’s lips, and she instantly threw her gaze to the side, cheeks feeling warmer, unlike the cold wind inside the store. 

“Uncle I want to print out a new set of pictures today if you don’t mind” She cleared her throat, blocking any questions from tumbling out of his lips. He glanced at her, cocking his brows as she handed the camera to the old man. Her eyes flickered momentarily toward him, lips pressing jointly as she ran her eyes over his face to look at his confused state. 

“Of course, darling. I’ll call you if they are ready” The man slowly shuffled to the wooden door beside him, the door softly thudding behind him as he disappeared from her vision. 

“What is that all about, Y/N?” 

She hummed, lazily shrugging her shoulders. Taking his hand into hers, she pulled him to the blue door. Behind that striking coloured door was the small cafe next door, the smell of fresh pastry and coffee wafted in the air. Contrasting from the shop they were in, beige dominated the wall and the cafe was bathed in the evening glow from the sun sipping through the large window beside the entrance. A couple of feet away from the window, a glass shelf displaying a variety of pastries was placed and connected to the cashier's table. 

Behind the shelves stood a familiar woman. Her lips turned into a wide smile that reached her eyes as she waved at them. Without Minho realising it, he had already met the woman eye-to-eye.

Ah, it was the man’s wife.

“Ah, Minho, right?” Was the first thing that escaped her lips once she saw his face. He nodded shyly and tucked her hand closer to his side, her head unconsciously was on his chest. A light giggle bubbled out of her noticing his rapid heartbeat.

 Why did the couple know him and he didn’t? 

“She always complains to me how perfect you are whenever she gets pictures from Mr Kim.” 

“Why is everybody trying to expose me today?” She whispered, her voice falling into an incoherent sound, regretting her decision to bring him along. The woman chuckled and left the counter, swiftly filling up the tray with the usual pastries she would order. She also sneaked a pudding for Minho, remembering the girl mentioning it was his favourite in one of her rambling sessions with the woman.

Minho glanced at her as she raised her chin, his black boba eyes staring back at her. 

“You have a lot to explain, baby” His voice carried a hint of teasing as the corner of his lips raised. Although he was smirking, the tenderness underneath his eyes betrayed his playfulness.

“I believe I don’t need to. You’ll find out about it later anyway” She undetached herself from him and handed the woman the money but he immediately grabbed her hand. Surprised, she turned her head around, finding him shaking his head as he snatched the money from her grip.

“Let me spoil you today”

“Does this have anything to do with my secret?” 

“Do I never spoil my baby?”  How typical of him to answer her question with another question. After a quick thank you, he dragged her to a vacant seat while his other hand carefully carried the tray with his other hand.

They sat across each other, plates of different pastries laid between them, its sweet aroma lingering around them. His eyes doubled in size as soon as he noticed the pudding cup along with the cream puff and cake, eliciting a fit of chuckle from his lover. 

“Why with that face?” 

“N-nothing! Just surprised they have pudding here”  He reached for the plate and took the spoon, scoping the jingling substance. He positioned the spoon toward her, gesturing for her to take the first bite but she held his hand and fed him instead. His delightful hum and small dance caused her heart to overflow with adoration. She watched him go for another bite before digging into the cake. 

They exchanged bites, hands intertwining as they shared stories from their previous days. It felt like their usual dates but Minho’s reassuring grip on her interpreted something else – something that neither of them dared to voice it. Later, their drink arrived along with a medium-sized envelope, her camera and a picture frame. She thanked the waitress and glanced at Minho with a tender smile.

She unsealed the envelope, placing its contents on the table and almost immediately her cheeks coloured red when Minho saw the printed film pictures. Sure, it was nothing to be embarrassed about since it was their pictures but the latter didn’t know this little hobby of hers.

“This is your secret?” 

She nodded meekly and a soft smile painted his features – the smile she always doted on. He pushed the desserts away and browsed through the other pictures.

“It’s cute! Why do you never tell me?”

“Because you might tease the hell out of me about it.” Her lips formed a pout and seconds later, she felt his lips collide softly with hers briefly. He pulled away and sat beside her, taking the frame out of her lap as she snapped out of her daze.

She punched his shoulder, mumbling something under her breath before snatching a roll small of tape from her bag.

“Anyway…what’s with this frame?”

“I’m making a memory frame so I can look at it when you’re far away from me.”

Tearing a bit of the tape, she stuck one of the pictures onto the canvas – a picture of them in the backstages after his concert, his hand playfully grabbing her head while she had her tongue stuck out. His mouth shaped an O and she placed the tape in front of him, silently directing him to take care of the tape.

Minutes passed and the frame slowly filled with their pictures, constant teasing and recounting of memories became their companion. The blossomed flowers – that was their love – flourished in the garden. Moments like these were what Minho cherished, away from the hectic idol life and closer to his lover.

“Why did you start taking an interest in photography, anyway?” He asked mindlessly as he passed the last tape to her. Her action halted momentarily, her heart hammered slightly louder against the wall of her ribcage.

“I realised I don’t have anything to keep my precious memories. Knowing how long I was going to live, life suddenly turned precious. Maybe I’m taking my health for granted that I think keeping the memories in my phone is enough.” 

Oh, he almost forgot about her illness. The very thing was consuming her alive while they spent time together. It stood as a barrier to their future.

Was it his fault to let that fact embedded in his mind and never resurface back?

“Minho?” She turned her head around and was met with his head burying into her chest, his arm hugging her waist loosely. 

“I’m sorry” was barely heard from him as his voice was muffled by her shirt. 

“It’s alright, baby” She rested her chin on top of his head, leaving kisses on his hair to comfort him. She knew how he hated hearing those truths, it pained him further when she said that without any sign of breaking down as if she had accepted that death would welcome her soon.

His arm vibrated, indicating an incoming call from her phone yet he didn’t move. With a hand wrapped around his head, she took the phone from her pocket and hastily answered it. All while Minho was fighting with the sting in his eyes. 

The call ended quickly.

“Hey, my parents are at our home. Let’s go back” She whispered and reluctantly he distanced himself, bottom lips chewed as he picked up the completed picture frame and her hand. She followed him and bid goodbye to the old woman.

“Please hold it for me, I can’t ride while holding this” He spoke, trying to hide his true emotions in his forced tone. The frame ended up squished between them as Minho paddled his way back home, the heavy atmosphere was crashing into their shoulder. It felt nothing like the ambience they were in while going to the shop. He paddled faster when he couldn’t bear the bleeding in his heart any longer.

Soon, a familiar silver car greeted Minho’s vision. He pressed the brake behind the car and the car’s door creaked open. Her dad emerged from it, and later her mother would too. Minho rested his bicycle on the roadside, offering a smile that he could force toward her dad.

She had gone into the house to fetch her things and returned to stuff them into the passenger's seat. Her dad observed Minho and watched how his eyes turned red and his chest rumbled as his daughter filled her last things into the car. She returned to Minho’s side afterwards, arm looping with his.

“Will I be able to follow her, sir?” He asked, a dry lump forming in his throat. Swallowing it would take his whole breath away.

“Don’t, Minho. You can’t risk your career because of her”

“I’ll risk my life for her if I need to, sir” 

“Minho, think about your future, please. I’ll take care of her.”

Y/N let go of his arm and hugged him. That was it, his final string.

He wrapped his arm around her figure, choked sobs escaping him as salty tears flowed down into her hair. He buried his face in her head, inhaling her scent, which reminded him of autumn days—crushed dry leaves and flowers—that would slowly fade from his home. He clenched her shirt tightly, afraid that if he loosened his grip, he would forget how she felt in his arms.

“Don’t worry, min. My dad will update you about the treatment. It’ll go well,” She had said to comfort him, but it seemed like she was soothing herself, too. The possibility of recovering from the sickness was almost impossible, but a thin hope remained underneath them.

He lifted her chin and pressed his lips into hers, probably for the last time. Cradling her cheeks, he poured the unspoken words through the kiss. His tears stained her cheeks but she didn’t bother.

“Take care of yourself for me, mhm?” He said after the kiss, staring deeply into her eyes, which seemed to reflect the light. 

“I will. Take care of yourself while I’m not here. Don’t you dare cheat on me!” She pointed an accusing finger toward him which succeeded in bringing out a short chuckle from him. She headed to the car, waving goodbye with a smile before disappearing into the car.

“Until we meet again, Y/N”

Current day

“It's still work?!” He exclaimed as he took a look at the picture. He hummed as he closed back the lid, the camera stayed in his hand.

“Min? Where are you? Dinner’s ready!” A woman’s voice broke through the quiet air of the attic, followed by footsteps approaching him. The footsteps stopped beside him, a hand rested on his shoulder as the figure kneeled.  

He averted his view toward the silhouette — the love of his life.

“The camera still works, baby. Why did you keep it?”

Her eyes widened, those eyes he will never get tired of staring at or complimented on. A pendant he had gifted her after she returned was resting on her collarbone.

“I thought I lost it! Minjun will love this!” 

“She would” He adjusted his body to face her, bending a bit far from her and snapped a picture — like how she would when they were younger.

“Thank you for coming back. I think I didn't get the chance to tell you that yet” His gentle gaze met hers as he reached for her hand to squeeze it. Although years had passed, his gaze still held the love she knew — it bloomed even more after Minju birth. The pictures scattered in the box were evidence of their eternal love.

“Thank you for waiting for me, min"

[luveline]

Hi lovie! A fic request: Eddie or Steve with a reader whose insecure about her stretch marks and just like major fluff

thank you for requesting!! ♡ 1.2k

Steve puts a cupcake in front of you with gold foil and orchid pink frosting, kissing you soundly on the temple. "Something sweet for my honey." 

You laugh at his tone, delight hooked into the corners of your smile. "When did you get this?" you ask, lifting your head from your book to follow his movements. 

Steve rounds the couch to sit next to you. He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest mock demure.

"Does it matter?" he asks. "Just eat it." 

"Doesn't matter, but I don't get how you hid it from me, we've been together all day… Did you really manage to grab this while I was in the changing rooms in Seaver's?" You'd never have guessed he went anywhere —he looked the exact same when you emerged as when you left him, mildly distracted but not bored. He's a sweetheart like that. 

"I'm good, right?" he asks, grinning. 

You peel back the paper and shuffle closer to his side, holding the cake toward him, "You better have the first bite. I'm not sharing." 

Steve takes the cake carefully. His bite is little but adorable, a smear of frosting left lingering on his top lip. You point to it on your own face with a pinky finger, and he licks it away as he passes the cupcake back to you.

"You're, like, the quickest girl ever when it comes to fitting rooms. I had to sprint." Steve smiles as you take your own first bite. 

"I buy the same things every time," you say through frosting, hand held over your mouth. 

"Why is that?" he asks. "You could stand to be a little more adventurous. I'd love to see you in little shirts and skirts and stuff." 

"You don't like how I dress?"

"I love how you dress. But I love your arms and legs too and I never get to see them." 

An odd thing to say but not for him. He slides down the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table, a hand straying on automatic to your thigh, where he gives you a good squeeze. You think about what he's saying through chews. You believe him, you really do, when he says he likes how you dress, that his motivation for what he's saying is simply a desire to see you branch out of a self imposed box, but there's a reason you dress how you dress. He must know it himself. 

Even now you're wearing an oversized shirt, the short sleeves big enough to hide the stretch marks on your upper arms. Steve knows they're there undoubtedly. He's pressed enough kisses over every inch of your arms sitting exactly as you are now, hip to hip in front of the TV. He gets distracted at night, pulling your arm into his chest, chin dipped down to nose at your skin. 

"You don't think it would be, like… brave? To wear stuff like that?"  

"Brave?" 

You take a bite of cupcake so you don't have to talk. Steve's interest is piqued, a shark to blood in the water, though the blood is your embarrassment, and the shark your tender boyfriend. He gets softer the longer you're together, and when he speaks it's emphasised. "What does that mean, brave? You think you couldn't pull that off? Babe, you'd kill in a skirt, you'd kill me." He presses his cheek to your shoulder quickly. "I'd die if you had that mini skirt like Madonna–" 

"Madonna doesn't have a gazillion stretch marks." 

Steve sits up. 

You've dropped him in an awkward position, and you rush to pull him off of your hook, "And she's Madonna, so. I can't be expected to live up to that." 

"Obviously you'd live up to that. And Madonna has stretch marks." 

"You've met Madonna?" 

Steve laughs, pulling his socked feet down off of the coffee table to angle himself upward, taller than you once again. "Yeah, I met her– No. No, but I don't need to meet her to know she has them, everybody has them." 

"Not everyone." 

"I got a wall of 'em on my back, doesn't stop me from wearing that cropped sweatshirt." 

Steve looks fucking good in his cropped sweatshirt, admittedly, confident and gently muscled. Never once have you thought about his stretch marks when you aren't touching them, even when they're on display. But… "It's not really the same, Steve. I have them everywhere. I have them on my arms, I mean," —you shake your head slowly, though you've kept your smile in an attempt to be less obviously pathetic— "who has them on their arms?" 

Steve moves the half of your cupcake you have left and puts it on the armrest before taking both of your hands into his. Yours are a little smaller, a little softer, and cool to his warm. 

"You do," he says, suddenly serious, "and they're fine. They're perfect, because they're on you. I don't know if I'm gonna say the wrong thing so don't wring me out if this isn't the right one, but they're just skin." 

"They're ugly." 

"No, listen. I've never looked at you and thought you should hide them, they're not ugly–" 

"Steve," you say again, startled by his passion, "you don't have to. I shouldn't have said it. It's not like you could tell me they're gross." 

"They're not gross," he says severely. "And I'm not just telling you what you want to hear." Steve drops your hands in favour of your waist. "Come here." 

It shouldn't surprise you to be treated so sweetly; Steve's always sweet, even when he's moody, he'll be frowning and choking the breath out of your chest or rubbing his face roughly against the back of one of your hands. He's a tactile creature, and when he doesn't know what to say he falls back on touch instead. 

"I just thought you were a bit shy about showing skin," he murmurs, pushing his cheek into yours, his lips by your ear, "how can you think they're ugly?" 

"They're bumpy." 

"Jesus, babe. Are you supposed to be like a china doll?" 

You laugh softly, and under the comedy of his question is the reality of what he's really saying. Steve isn't expecting anything but what you have, marks and moles and scars alike. He never thought for a second that they were a reason to hide away in long sleeves. 

"Some of them are bad," you mumble. 

"I like them. I really like them." He pulls away ever so slightly as a warm hand starts to move, your view of his face unobstructed as he teases the hem of your shirt with his fingertips. 

"Weirdo." 

Steve can likely hear the love in your voice as his thumb traces the seam of a stretch mark under your shirt. His touching slows to match, and when he leans down for a kiss, it's twice as reverent as usual, and it tastes faintly of cupcake frosting. Your breath catches at the sound he makes, a contented sigh.

He pulls away again. "You believe me, right?" he asks, the exhale of his words fanning over your lips. 

You nod and tilt your head to one side, wading in for another kiss. He gave a convincing argument, as does his searching palm. 

[ghostybaby000]

After Hours | Part 3

part 1 part 4

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I recommend going to part one (above) to truly get a feel for this juicy read!

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+, guns, yelling, light flirting, future smut

(Not fully edited, apologies for any inconsistencies!)

Cautiously you take the pistol from his large gloved hands and hold it out in your palm. You walked over to the station he had been occupying and set it down, as if it would explode had you not been so gentle. He let out a small chuckle as he placed a box of ammunition to the side and took the gun in his own hands. 

He showed you how the safety on the gun worked as well as the magazine release, and how to take it apart to reload it or clean it. He took his time while explaining, being sure to stop and do something over if you looked confused or didn’t catch what he did. He also went over all of the basics when it came to handling a gun safely and why it’s important to use certain features and how to hold it when you aren’t shooting. 

‘Now, you do it.’ He had set the reassembled gun back on the table and stepped back to watch you. You had tried to notice every detail of what he had done, and slowly picked up the gun. You took your time to palm over the metal, looking at all of the small pieces and buttons to press. You took your time as you disassembled the gun, then pieced it all back together, looking back to the man to ensure you were doing it correct every few steps. You then reloaded the gun and placed it back on the station table. 

‘Well done.’ He looks down to you and taking a pause as he catches your glance, then continues. 

‘The next thing to go over is your positioning when firing the gun, and how you should hold the gun.’ You were beaming from the inside, you had done it correctly and it made you feel great. Your manager lashing out at you had completely left your mind you were now filling with pride as you continued to learn from…

‘Hey, I never got your name, what is it?’ You looked back to him as he was stepping away to show you stances. He paused and looked back over his shoulder to you, turning his body eventually to face you.

‘Simon, but most call me Ghost.’ He then waved you over, pushing out any time to ask about the name Ghost, but you didn’t mind and assumed it had come from the military as you’d heard plenty of people being called names other than their own growing up. 

For the next ten or fifteen minutes you went over the proper stances of holding the gun when firing and how to alter your grip to better hold the gun. You often took note of how easy it had looked for him, like it was built into him like talking or thinking. After a little while he handed the gun to you and asked you to show him the proper stances, some of which he gave you pointers. 

‘Angle your foot like this.’ as he showed you on his own foot. ‘Try to engage your shoulders more, and move your hips like I did’ The small tips made you nervous at first feeling that you were doing it wrong, but you blocked them out and convinced yourself it would take time to learn and practice the proper stances. You both took a break to have water and returned to the room where the gun was lying on the station table. 

‘Alright, go ahead and show me what you know. As if you were going to fire the gun.’ You looked up to him, before taking a breath and moving up to the station. You took your time as you showed that you knew the anatomy of the gun quite well now and could reload it, then taking off the safety. 

Ghost had only watched and not said anything as you began to take stance. You gripped the gun as best you could remember him showing you, and spread your feet slightly. You remembered his tip on your foot placement and your shoulders and adjusted them accordingly. He gave a small nod as you stood still and pushed himself off the wall he was leant up on, as if you were about to fire at the paper person that was incredibly far away. 

You felt his gloved hand go over yours, and you sucked in a breath, his voice almost whispering to you. 

‘Remember, you have to put his hand here and then leave your finger entirely off the trigger until you are ready to fire.’ You slowly relaxed your hand muscles, allowing him hand to slightly adjust yours and placed your finger flat against the gun, knowing you weren’t going to fire. He was standing directly behind you as you didn’t dare to change your positioning, chills had gone down your spine and back but you didn’t bother with them now. 

‘I-is this better?’ Speaking without moving he slowly backed off of you to look over your stance. Again, you felt his gloved hand but now it was on your hip, gently pushing inwards. You adjusted like playdough as he moved you into the correct form not making any comment as he did so, although your breathing couldn’t help but pick up. He took a second to leave you in the stance, and then spoke.

‘There you are. Now, try and totally relax your body and step away from the station. Then I want you to try and do it again on your own.’ Still feeling nervous you let your muscles relax, almost setting them into place where they were. You put the safety on the gun and placed it down stepping back from the bench, taking a deep breath. The nervousness began to fade as you wanted to do it properly you began to feel confident. With another breath and your eyes laser focused on the gun you step up with a little more speed and begin to disassemble and reassemble the gun. After it had been put back together you grabbed it and attempted to move into a firing position. 

You went through a checklist in your head of all of the things he had tried to correct you on previously, altering how you stood in small ways. Your foot positioning, your foot width, your shoulders, your hips, your hands, and your arms. Finally you let out another breath and let your muscles relax as you waited for his input. 

‘There you go, you’ve done it.’ A smile crept over your face breaking the serious focus you’d had before, and placed the gun back onto the table after ensuring the safety was on. You turned around slowly to face him who was leaning again on the wall as you spoke.

‘Well I definitely don’t have it perfect yet, and I still have to shoot it as well.’ You take a glance to the clock on the wall and realize it had been far longer than you expected and that you had to work again tomorrow. You didn’t want to leave yet but knew that it was wrong to keep this place open this long anyways and decided you should get home, you had learned plenty for one day. 

‘I know it may be asking a lot, but do you think you could help me with that as well some time?’ He looked up to you from the other area of the room where he had been looking before,

‘Sure. Same place and time next week.’ He set the remote down and took one last look at you before collecting his pistole and giving a head nod goodbye. Before he had made his way out of the building you pushed out a ‘thank you!’ as you watched he slowed his pace slightly, acknowledging what you said. He made his way out of the building as the doors chimed, you couldn’t help but feel like an excited child knowing that you would get to see him again. 

[the-kr8tor]

Saw your requests open and decided to pop in real quick!

So, I found this video on tiktok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMrkqnBQj/ could you write a Hobie x nb!reader oneshot with that, please? 😆🙏

Hope you like it! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie brown x nb! Reader/ Spider-Punk x nb! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, FLUFF

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You haul the shopping bags over your shoulder, it's heavy and weighty in your hands. The canned goods and rice weigh you the most down. At least it's cool outside the grocery once the automatic doors open for you. And yet, you stop in your tracks the second your eyes land on Hobie and the kitten you fostered a few weeks ago. You didn't see her at first, but the second she pokes her cute head out, you almost burst into tears.

“Oh,” you can't help but coo from your position.

Hobie has stayed outside on the bench since they didn't allow the cat inside. They're under some shade and accompanied by a mini fan that Hobie brings above his head and towards the kitten laying atop his hair. Crumpet, you've lovingly named her, has situated herself on Hobie's hair, soft fur against his soft hair, tubby orange against dark locks. Her eyes are fully closed, tiny fluffy head resting upon his hairline. She's a picture of someone absolutely spoiled. You swear you could hear Crumpet purr from where you are.

You beam at them, footsteps quick as you get closer to the pair. “H-how? What?!”

Hobie shrugs, finding amusement in your reaction. He wishes he has a camera right now to capture the moment. “She just climbed on my shoulder and screamed in my bloody ear until I lifted her up on my head.”

“She did?” Cuteness overload has taken over your body. Grocery forgotten on the ground, you instinctively take your phone from your jean pocket, and then taking a hundred snapshots of them both in every conceivable angle. “That's the most adorable thing in whole fucking world! I wanna smooch her face off but I don't want to wake her up.” You groan from the cuteness, fists shaking from the sheer volume of adorableness in front of you.

“I'd take those smooches.” Hobie says, neck straight like a statue and frozen ever since Crumpet climbed up on his head. You move in-between his legs, to which he happily lets you in, slim fingers tugging you closer by your belt loop.

You chuckle, ducking your head down to cradle his face, giving him a chaste but a much needed kiss. “There, I'm going to give you and Crumpet so many goddamn kisses you'd beg for respite.”

Hobie realizes that the kitten isn't the only thing that has given you cuteness aggression. He grins up at you, hand slowly reaching for your own without disturbing the relaxed cat on top of him. “You won't hear any beggin’ from me, love.”

“Good,” you smile against another quick kiss. Leaning away, you pick at a stray kitten fur from his cheeks, blowing it away from him while he rubs lovingly at your wrists. “Let me guess, a few people have noticed and have taken pictures.”

Crumpet yawns above him, stirring but continuing to sleep in the coziest bed. Even though at home she likes to sleep inside discarded boxes despite the expensive bed you've bought for her. Her ear twitches, tail curling around herself, and you almost melted from the small movement.

Hobie flicks your side to get your attention, chuckling at how your eyes are practically glossing over from how cute the kitten is. “A few? Try a couple dozen of ‘em.”

You inhale, desperately trying to compose yourself but you still want to coo and and bite something, anything to quell the emotion. Sliding your hands down to his shoulder, you coax him up from the bench. “We gotta go home then.”

“Don't like sharin’?” He teases, standing up but still keeping his neck frozen like a statue, a hard task in itself.

You giggle, “yep! I like my baby and my other baby kept to myself, thank you very much.”

Hobie squeezes your nose, shaking your head. He thinks that he has caught your cuteness aggression, but for you this time. “Let's go home then, or we might end up on Ellen or some shit.”

[miniimapp]

Aaron Z - Rocking Around the Christmas Tree

Gen ;; Fluff - Drabble/Short Story

Warnings ;; None

Proofread + Edited ;; Grammarly screamed at me a couple times,, was v upsetting

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME BACK TO DAY 3 OF CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN AND DAY 23 OF ADVENT !!

enjoy !!

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The air of Christmas is looming, filling up every corner of your home with soft anticipation. Or it would be if you could just open the box holding your beloved Christmas tree. And if Z would stop just watching you struggle and lend a hand.

After a couple of minutes of annoyed and amused silence respectively, you give in and call out to Z, “Honey, could you maybe give me a hand here?” the words punching out of your chest as you contort into the strangest of angles. You swear the box has gotten ten times heavier than it was last year, the weight of it pulling on your muscles as you contort further to balance yourself.

Z, draped lazily on the couch, raises a mocking eyebrow at your request, an amused smirk settled on his lips. “What’s the problem? You’re a strong, independent individual, you got this.”

You huff out a rueful hum as your earlier insistent denials of help come flooding back to you. “Right, well, now as a more wisened, older version of myself, I’ve decided I don’t want our tree looking like it’s fallen out the back of a cargo plane, so please, if you will,” you all but beg, a slight whine taking over your voice.

“Sure, sure, don’t want all the people that aren’t coming to our house to be embarrassed by the sorry state of our tree now, do we?” Z teases in response, already heading towards you and the box with an endearing look of determination.

You roll your eyes, muttering under your breath dramatically, as Z pops the box open. The scent of pine wafts out from the box, filling the room quickly.

“See? Not that hard,” Z says mockingly, a smug smirk playing on lips, as you lift the massive tree stand from the box, lugging it across the floor to the perfect spot.

You tut, shooing Z away as you turn your full attention to the tree. With it now upright, you work quickly to unfurl the tree’s branches, arranging them gently as Z reclaims his spot on the couch, still watching you amused. 

The tree comes together fairly quickly after that, naturally taking shape as the tinsel and lights wrap around quite gracefully if you do say so yourself. Adding the ornaments takes a larger chunk of time as you lovingly arrange them, making sure each ornament has its place and the space to shine. Soon enough, the tree is ready for its final touch: the star.

You trace the edges of the star, tapping your fingers against its dull points as you ponder how to get it to the top. Standing on your tip-toes, you reach up, gripping the nearby furniture to keep your balance, to place it on the highest point of your tree. The ornament barely reaches the higher branches before you crumble out of your strained position, the star’s destination frustratingly just out of reach.

You stumble back a few steps, frustration mounting as you scour the room for some kind of step to give you that extra inch, that extra height that would make all the difference. In your investigation, you catch Z’s eye, who quickly continues pretending to be engrossed in his phone, though you don’t miss the twitch of a smirk as he ducks his head again.

Fine. Two can play that game

“What do you think, should I risk it?” you ask, gesturing to the top of the tree.

That pulls Z out of his pretence. “What are you gonna do, toss it up there like it’s a free throw?” he asks incredulously.

“Might have to,” you reply, sending him a sharp side-eye. “Could end up damaging something though, so if I were you I’d offer to help instead of making me look like a fool in my own home.”

Z huffs out a laugh before standing up with a resigned sigh, pulling out all the dramatics as he walks over to you in mock reluctance, stopping just behind you. “Alright, alright. This had better be worth the trouble, I’m just saying.”

You snort, patting him gently on the cheek like you would a little kid. “Aren’t you such a trooper?” You hold out the star for Z to take, shooting him a sweet smile. “Now, up.”

A yelp escapes your lips when, instead of taking the star like a normal person, Z holds you by the waist and hoists you into the air just enough for you to reach the top of the tree. “Seriously?” you cry,  shrinking back in surprise.

“Sure am. Now put that star on the tree, will ya? I haven’t got all day for this.” Z chastises with a tease, hitching you just a bit higher as you roll your eyes and lean forward to place the star on the tree.

“Yes, sir,” you reply dryly as Z sets you back down on the ground, his hands lingering at your waist as you turn to smile at him.

“Nice job,” Z praises, raising his hand for a high five.

“Thanks,” you reply, smacking Z’s hand with pride.

With your Christmas tree up in its full glory, you can’t help but feel a crucial component of the festive spirit has clicked into place, filling your chest with light as you grin up at your success. You whirl towards Z, ready to smugly brag about you (pretty much) singlehandedly brought Christmas to your home when you notice Z already looking down at you and smiling that fond grin of his.

You roll your eyes, pushing his face away to remove the heavy affection that swells up in your chest under his gaze and know that this Christmas is going to be the best yet.

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hope you enjoyed <3

[xbruised-peachx]

AHHHH PLS DO NSFW FENDER HEADCANONS I LOVE HIM

ANON YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHAT PANDORA'S BOX YOU HAVE JUST UNLOCKED BECAUSE IM DOIN THE ALPHABET BABY YOU DIDNT ASK FOR IT BUT IM DOING IT ANYWAY

Fender NSFW Alphabet

Tags: 🔞 MDNI, pure smut, fem!reader, LOTS OF FINGERING (he literally has the "come here" fingers as his select animation don't come for me), gun play mention, spanking, edging, cockwarming, public mention, marking, not betaread

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's definitely the type to just hold you close after, wrapping his arms around you like a blanket and just letting his heavy breath sync with yours. He'll ask if you need anything, like water or a towel to clean up. He'll only leave after kissing your forehead, getting you whatever you need then asking if you'd like to shower with him if you haven't passed out from your own exhaustion. That is one of his favorites though, is just helping you get cleaned up under a nice, warm shower.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I never noticed the their favorite body part of this whoops- So his personal favorite of his own is his arms combined with his hands. Not only are his arms super strong but his fingers are so thick but also nimble. He knows how to work you with his fingers alone, and combine that with his massive biceps alone, it's a killer combo. He could get off alone to the way your eyes beg for him as you watch his muscles flex, veins showing as he pumps hard into you, fingers deftly angling up.

His favorite part on you is by far your legs and thighs. He loves seeing you in shorts, skirts/dresses, even tight skinny jeans, he can't get enough of it all. Often, in public, he'll put his hand on your thigh, letting his fingers softly caress at your sensitive inner thigh just so he can watch you squirm, scooting closer to him as he chuckles, your head on his shoulder as he rests his head on yours.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay... might be controversial here but... I don't think he'd actually want to cum inside. Hear me out; the way his bio is, it does sound like he might have been a bit of accident... like I don't think the CIA op was exactly planning on knocking up a revolutionary while in Budapest but well... NOW FENDER IS HERE SO, I feel like he does consider that and tries to be cautious as all hell, not really sure if he wants kids. That being said, bro has the best pull out game outta everyone and loves cumming on your stomach and thighs. He loves watching it spill down the sides of your thighs, your soft gasps as you feel his warm seed drip down your tummy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has fantasized about fucking you with a gun. He would never bring it up as it's way too dangerous for him even if it was unloaded and had all the safety, but part of what got him off on that fantasy was the thrill of danger... the idea of you trusting him. Your sweet eyes looking up at him as your tongue wrapped around the cold, black metal. There is one thing you have done though that he doesn't want to admit he liked way more than he should; when you grinded on his boot while sucking him off. (Basically, he has his own military kink he doesn't really want to admit to as he wants to seperate work from you.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He mostly did casual hook-ups before you, not wanting to stay committed as he was worried about ending up like his dad. He didn't want to leave anyone. Now though, he is more than happy to share his experience with you, and god, does he show it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy; he loves just grabbing your hips and slamming into you, your face buried down but still hearing every desperate cry from you, just because his pace is relentless. If you allow it, he'll spank you, just to assert that dominance and because he loves hearing that sudden cry and moan from you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He may crack a couple jokes and tease, but for the most part he is actually serious. Occasionally sarcastic but all of this is mostly saved for foreplay as he just likes teasing you as you get more and more desperate for him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

So from his gym skin it actually seems like he manscapes pretty well, not have any hair on his chest or anything (sad). However, I say he has just small happy trail and tends to keep his downstairs short, trimmed but not shaved completely. He seem pretty neat and tidy most times.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Though he will seem stoically quiet a lot of the time, he shows his intimacy, his appreciation and adoration of you in other ways. Kissing every part of your body, his eyes trained on every reaction, mouth open as he groans with you moans, whispering in your ear asking, "You like this, darling? ...Good." You can feel his toothy smile as he kisses on your neck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His go to is thinking of you cumming over and over on his fingers as his kisses your neck and breasts. He does it when deployed and god, he's been needing to ask you if it's okay to record because there are times where just memories aren't enough, that he wants to sneak a phone so he can hear you moaning his name again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves edging you; especially when fingering you. He keeps count of how often he can do it before you just can't hold it anymore. He also loves cockwarming, one of his favorite morning activities is just holding your hips close as his cock is buried deep inside you. Feeling every pulse of your walls, soft whimpers escaping your lips as your legs barely have to adjust around him to feel him more and more against your sensitive walls.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It is generic to say home in the bedroom, but yeah, he likes to keep it mostly to himself, but he definitely is not opposed to a bathroom quicky or some backseat car fun.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves the way you look at him. You don't have to say a word, just looking back at him and he's gonna try his damnedest to get whatever you want. He also loves when you wear his shirts, but he warns you, they're gonna come off just as quickly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't like putting you in actual danger, even if he has had some fantasies. So things like knifeplay or gunplay he'd never do. In general he tries to keep the military away from you as he learned from his dad the hard way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He will lick and suck on your clit while fingering you, but for the most part prefers actually just fingering you. He'll mostly go down for that reason, just to enhance when he's fingering you. He prefers receiving, loving the way your tongue rolls up his shaft and how your eyes look up to him as he cums down your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's definitely fast and rough, but he always checks in to make sure he isn't going too hard on you. He knows his strength and doesn't want to intentionally overstimulate you... though he does on accident but you don't mind at all as he pounds into your sensitive pussy over and over making you cum on him continously.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind them, but he still prefers the real thing. He'd rather you cumming multiple times but he can't help it when you're rubbing on his arms, whispering in his ear how bad you want him and how you can't wait to get home. Why wait when he can pull you to the bathroom right there and you can show how bad you want it?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's always down to try things at least once to figure out if he actually enjoys it, especially if it's to make you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh, him edging you and all his workouts aren't just for show; he can go for hours. He jokes and says its the only cardio he love but it has the hint of truth in it. He loves making you cum multiple times so to feel your plush walls tighten around him, your voice crying out his name, he has to last a while to keep up. And when you hears you begging him to not stop... well, how could he disappoint such a lovely lady like you? He's gonna keep going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He likes a good cock ring personally, and likes using a bullet vibe with you. Only once did he try a vibrating ring and he actually found it too much for himself, cumming too soon he felt like (...you had already cum four times). So he personally keeps the two seperate.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease to an extent. He'll often egg you on in the morning, giving you gentle touches on your body through the day, kisses to your neck with breaths that linger on longer than they should. The second you are begging though, telling him please to just give you what you want, he's not gonna fight any longer.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I'd actually say he's pretty quiet. He'll have his mouth open, letting out heavy breaths and moans on occassion, even rarer, growling once he's getting closer to his own release. He'll speak in short sentences, just asking if you're okay and how it's feeling, sometimes saying small bits of praise; "So beautiful..." "Amazing, darling" "So.... fucking tight". It's mostly due to his brain being so scrambled, feeling so good while fucking you but unable to translate his thoughts and not wanting to say it in Hungarian... He really doesn't find Hungarian hot in the bedroom so he wants to keep it to English as much as he can.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to leave bite marks on your neck specifically so if he catches someone looking at you too long, he'll just smile, and hopefully notice the little tooth gap matches his sweet, not-so-innocent smile.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6½" when flaccid, and 7" when hard (16.5cm flaccid, 17.8cm hard). He's pretty thick too, particularly towards the base, and his veins have a tendency to show a lot more, leading to you feeling at he pulses, his heart beat getting fast as he gets closer, and its such an interesting but amazing feeling when it's inside.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His is pretty average... until he's on a tour or just gone a while. The second he comes back you're being pinned against as a wall as he shows just how much he missed you, even the neighbors will know he's back home by the time he's done.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He actually tends to be energized post sex, much like most workouts. Unless its done at night, he'll just hold you, make sure you're safe as you drift off into a nap. At night though, he'll make sure you fall asleep first, making sure you're happy and all taken care of before dozing off himself, feeling truly at peace with you.

[thespianinthebackcorner]

Absolutely. I'm completely safe but I've still managed to teach myself some of these tricks (why I'm not sure, I might need to look into that). How helpful they'll be is debatable, considering my position, but I'll give them out anyway.

If you can, keep a tissue box in your room. If you need to pick something up, using it as a glove can sometimes mask some sound.

My wardrobe has a space up the top where all my bedsheets are. If you've got something like that, stash shit way back in there. Bedsheets piled on top of each other can get so big that most people assume there's no room for anything else.

Speaking of wardrobes, I have a habit of constantly leaving mine open. Gives the impression that you've got nothing to hide, but in reality there's a ton of spots- drawers if you have them (sock and underwear drawers are great for hiding things since you can move stuff around in there and it's not suspicious, especially if you're like me and have a ton of socks), pockets of clothes you haven't worn in a while, even in shoes or slippers. A lot of wardrobes are also fairly dark since they're enclosed spaces, which is a bonus.

check where the blind corners in your house are. In the room I'm sitting in now, I can see two, there's another in the entrance to the kitchen that annoys me every time I try to avoid my mum in the mornings, and the entrance to the hallway also has one. They're dangerous spots, but can also be havens for staying hidden but still listening. Just remember that from some angles people on one side of the corner could see you.

If you've got a sibling that's around the same height as you, find clothes of yours similar to what they wear and use them if you sneak around at night. Then your parents have a better chance of thinking it's them. Not the nicest trick, throwing someone else under the bus, but sometimes it's what you've gotta do.

Open doors slowly. The pantry door in my house is a bit squeaky, but being slow about it makes it at least a little quieter. Still, don't go so slow that you could get caught.

Know where the wires are. Sometimes there'll be wires that stretch between a table and the wall, or go across a length of floor. Tripping on them isn't good, so learn where those wires stretch across and how high they are if/when they appear.

If you've got a desk in your room with drawers, stuff it with books (note or sketch, either works) turned horizontal so that they stack. Now you've got somewhere to hide things that isn't just hidden, but you can get to it fairly easily by taking the book off the top and carefully dropping it inside. Some desks n bookshelves also have no backs to their drawers, so depending on where your stuff is placed this could be useful.

If you've got a pet and you're sneaking around, locate them quickly. Some pets will start whining for you to do something if they see you, or get startled and skitter around like my dog used to do. Checking where they are so you don't trip while they're sleeping is also useful.

Rain and storms are your friends here. It feels like a videogame trick, but the rain does actually hide your steps if you're quiet enough with it. Stick to carpets if you can, too, since they automatically make you quieter.

Some of these are pretty basic, like opening doors slowly, but it's still important, especially if this is a new situation for you. There's also other stuff I wasnt sure if I should include, like reading which lights are on through the gap at the bottom of the door and learning whose footsteps are whose by sound. Generally that'd picked up pretty quickly, but it's still worth taking note of. If you've got that kinda sense, then noting who's been in a room by scent is useful too, I used to do that when I was a kid.

Please stay safe yall and although I'm not the best at giving the right reactions to these kinds of things you guys can always talk to me. I know how to keep a secret and I know how to listen, so even though I might come off as a little uncaring (I promise it's just the way I work I'm sorry) I'll listen to you and do what I can.

hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak

[variablejabberwocky]

okay so to continue from my previous post i think i figured out a thing that works decently well without the problems of the triangle-based system for base-16 or the confusion of the backwards-E one

and its based on tally marks

not the "herringbone" style ones that usamericans tend to get taught, but box-based ones. they look like this:

(sorry if its difficult to see. search engines don't like them and wikipedia has a bad habit of not having lighter borders around their transparent images so you can see them on a darkmode screen)

anyway the thought here is you use the "\" as your valueless stem (and thus "0") and the remaining four lines take on binary place values of 2^0, 2^1, 2^2, 2^3. this gives you a "1's place", "2's place", "4's place", and an "8's place" for a total value range of 0-15.

now i was thinking of starting from the top line and working around in a clockwise manner but this starts on the left and goes the same way. im not even sure how useful "clockwise" is a term anymore since even my generation is lost half the time regarding how to read an analog clock. so you could probably get away with starting anywhere but for the purposes of explaining this here imma start with the top.

so the line forming the top of the box has the value of "1", then the vertical line to the right is "2", the bottom line "4", and the vertical line to the left would be "8". if you notice EVERY line has a connection to the diagonal one which would have a total value of "0" here

so the number order would start with just the "\" as zero, the that and the top line in a sort of backwards "7" for one, two would be "\|" but all as one shape, three would be a triangle with the point across from the longest side pointing to the upper right, four would be and upside-down "7" shape, five would be a backwards "Z", six would be three lines coming out of the bottom right point towards the upper left, seven would be the same triangle from before but with a little line coming out the bottom right towards the left (like a very blocky lowercase "e"), eight would be "|\" but all one shape. you see where im going with this

this would mean the full "15" valued shape would be the completed tally box

i tested this. i wrote this out in my shit-tier handwriting and its STILL legible. if you had the appropriate symbols ready you could easily code this into a typing display. hell for all i know they already exist but are called something else. WHY AREN'T WE USING SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR HEXADECIMAL NOTATION?!?!??!

even the parts the resemble arabic decimal numbers or roman letters aren't similar enough to be confused for them. all of the symbols are unique. they resemble each other without being confused for each-other, and even if they're hard to memorize for some people all you gotta do is remember the binary value of the lines to figure out their value.

and like...come on. i may be an occasionally sharp moron but im no fucking genius and I came up with this. why hasn't someone smarter come up with SOMETHING AT LEAST AS GOOD IF NOT BETTER? like yeah that one swoopy system is out there but the instructions are GARBAGE and without them (or with the wrong ones) they're confusing as shit. they're ALSO somewhat dependent on good handwriting since the difference between curves and straight lines for the switchbacks convey different values.

NONE of that matters here. can you draw a vaguely straight line? can you draw a vaguely 45 and/or 90 degree angle? can you make lines meet at one point? THEN YOU'RE GOLDEN HERE

(side note: while fucking around with this i realized that the only number symbol that you can really make universal between base-# systems is zero. even 1's get used for different values in positional systems. but a zero is ALWAYS a zero no matter where you place it. just a cool thing i noticed)

[thefootballobserver]

April 9-11 European Roundup: Match Reviews

It was a week full of surprises, with underdogs exceeding expectations.

Wow. Nearly every match this week was filled with drama and reminded everyone of the beauty of continental competitions. From wonder goals to disappointing performances, here’s a brief review of a chunk of the matches played. I’ve only managed to watch these highlights, so these reviews do not represent the full matches but key moments.

Arsenal 2-2 Bayern Munich: Penalty Controversy Steals the Attention

A Harry Kane goal against Arsenal on his return to North London was written in the stars.

Of course, as a Spurs fan, it was a delight to see Harry Kane score against the Gunners, making him the highest goalscorer against Arsenal at the Emirates. As he said in his post-match interview, Arsenal tend to concede penalties to Kane, with him scoring his 15th goal against them - and 8 of them being penalties. Maybe it’s not a good decision to let the striker of your biggest rivals be the top scorer at you on your ground, yeah?

Besides me fawning over Harry for a bit, the game was good. Saka opened the scoring with a beautiful finish thanks to some pretty poor defending from Davies, who struggled against Arsenal’s leading man (and picked up a yellow, meaning he misses their next meeting). Unsurprisingly, Arsenal played on the front foot. At the same time, Bayern largely looked to counter, with Bayern’s right winger Sané causing havoc on Arsenal’s left side, and Kiwior looked like a major defensive weakness that night. But it wouldn’t be Kiwior but Gabriel, who’s arguably been better than Saliba this season, who loses the ball, resulting in former Arsenal player Gnarby equalising for the visitors.

Usually, with a leakproof defence in the league, Sané again caused trouble as he glided through it, and Saliba conceded a penalty through a stuck-out leg. Raya dived about ten business days before Kane even moved, resulting in Kane waiting and slotting it away instead of his usual “I’m going to launch this bad boy into the net as hard as possible,” silencing the Emirates as Bayern played without away fans.

Trossard, who was subbed on Martinelli (I was surprised he didn’t start if I’m honest), would go on to equal for the home side with a sweet strike. Still, ultimately, the game ended in a 2-2 draw - a much better result for Bayern than Arsenal, who should have taken advantage of Bayern, given this is one of the weakest teams they’ve displayed in a long, long time.

Of course, the game had to end in controversy as Saka tried to draw a foul from Neuer in the last minute instead of shooting at an open goal. I think the criticisms have gotten out of hand, but I agree that it was a poor decision by Saka and Neuer, who knew that he wouldn’t get the ball and stopped moving his leg. Saka’s leg didn’t look in a particularly natural position, but camera angles make it a difficult call. I read an opinion that Arsenal likely tries to draw fouls to take advantage of set pieces, which I think is a good point. However, in the world of VAR, they need to get it out of their system when they’re in the box. Ultimately, what has happened happened, and both sides need to let go of it as an exciting game is teed up at the Allianz Arena.

My MOTMs: Odegaard (ARS); Kane (FCB)

Real Madrid 3-3 Man City: Wonder Goals Star in 6-Goal Thriller

Ruben Dias scored an unfortunate goal and didn’t have the best of times against Vinicius and Rodrygo.

Bar the four incredible goals scored, the real news to come out of the game was Pep pronouncing “vomit” in quite a zesty manner when asked about Kevin de Bruyne’s absence from the starting lineup. Even his stomach is against him playing in big UCL nights, I’m afraid (I still love that man).

Before the clock could even hit a minute, Tchouaméni got carded for a foul on Grealish - which, if I’m honest, was entirely unnecessary - and now misses the second leg. Minutes later, Silva scored a beautiful free kick. Some may argue Lunin should have done better, but let’s be honest: you, him, the players, the managers, the Bernabeu and the neighbour’s dog weren’t expecting that. Real Madrid then responded with two rapid goals in the 12th and 14th minute, with Dias conceding an own goal and Rodrygo scoring, both from taking advantage of City’s relatively slow back line. The game slowed down after that, and City were sloppy at best.

They massively improved in the second half, though, and managed to turn the 2-1 scoreline in their favour, with Foden (it just had to be him) scoring from range perfectly into the top left corner, making it impossible for Lunin to make the save. Gvardiol then one-upped it with an even better goal on his right foot, his first goal for City since his summer transfer. This goal sparked a lot of humorous Twitter conversation, with City fans saying that Walker will be shooting from 40 yards out constantly and Liverpool fans saying that they don’t even want to think about Robertson shooting like that on his left - let alone right foot. Gvardiol hasn’t been the 70m signing most have expected, but his upturn of form lately has been promising.

Three unforgettable goals weren’t enough, and Valverde scored an even better strike to level the game at 3-3. For all the hype of Real closing the Bernabeu roof (which one commented that it looked like an air fryer, which I’m afraid I have to agree) and wearing all white, it was an excellent game for the neutral, but not so much for the Madridistas, who may have the 4-0 trashing at the Etihad in mind…

Oh, and of course, Haaland ghosted. Whether or not he served as a distraction for the centre-backs or just failed to get involved is not my fight to fight.

My MOTMs: Vinicius Jr (RMA); Gvardiol (MCI)

Atletico Madrid 2-1 Dortmund: The Metropolitano Still Stands Strong

What can I say? Atletico did what it always does.

So, I’m not an avid watcher of Atletico, and I’m even less of a Bundesliga person. Thanks to time zones, I don’t watch European games live either, so I wasn’t precisely tuned into this match as much as I should, but it was still exciting.

Atletico should have had more than a one-goal advantage but failed to capitalise, notably when Lino should have scored in the 71st minute. This is especially true given Dortmund’s inconsistent form this season. However, their UCL form should be applauded as they escaped the “Group of Death” relatively more straightforwardly than the other three teams. The home side stunned Dortmund early in the game, with De Paul capitalising on a Kobel-Maatsen mistake to score in the 4th minute. Although Dortmund had the ball, all the chances came from Atletico, who…well, Atletico-ed with a back five and looked to counter, as is the Diego Simeone way.

The home side would deservedly double to lead through Lino to round off the first half. Dortmund finally grew as the game went on and did manage to snatch a goal back through Haller to keep Dortmund in the second tie. It's less eye-catching than the previous night's matches, but the second leg should be fun to watch.

My MOTMs: Griezmann (ATM); Haller (BVB)

PSG 2-3 Barcelona: Xavi’s Super Subs Give Barca a One-Goal Advantage

What’s up with big stars and poor UCL nights? Mbappe ghosts as PSG loses at home.

PSG ultras had a lot to say and do before the match, with them launching fireworks at the hotel Barcelona were staying at 4 am, chanting “p*ta Barca” (f*ck Barca) to the players, as well as “Real Madrid” too. Some bold moves, considering their star man will leave them to Real Madrid for nothing, but PSG ultras have always been questionable. Some Barcelona players, like Ferran Torres and youngest Marc Guiu, were seen recording and laughing, likely at the fans. They would also have the last laugh that night as the current La Liga holders left with a one-goal advantage.

Barcelona started the game much stronger than PSG (they had 0.81 xG, ten shots and one on-target versus 0.33 xG and eight off-target shots) and were rewarded when Raphinha scored in an empty net. They carried this lead to halftime, but PSG was on the front pedal when the second-half whistle blew, looking like an entirely different team. Barcelona couldn’t handle the pressure, and former Barcelona man Dembele scored (and celebrated) and was followed by Vitinha - who’s been having an excellent season for the Ligue 1 giants - only three minutes later. 

However, Xavi’s super substitutions would save the game for Barcelona, as Roberto came off for Pedri, who then produced a wonder assist within a minute with his first touch of the game - and his first touch since his injury in March - to Raphinha, as all the Brazilian had to do was slot it past Donnarumma to level the game. Later, de Jong would come off for Christensen, and this time, he one-upped Pedri and scored thanks to a Gündogan corner with his first touch, which was within a minute of coming on. On his birthday, too!

As a Barcelona fan, I would have been happy with a draw at the Parc des Princes, but to leave with a win really must have been confidence high - even if it’s only a one-goal margin and there’s still all to play for that the Montjuïc Stadium next week. I can’t lie - Dembele scoring and celebrating hurt, but I think Barca fans have overreacted, especially those calling for the Figo treatment. Honestly, I’m just glad he did what he did and left us with some money instead of going on a free next summer.

My MOTMs: Vitinha (PSG); Raphinha (FCB)

Liverpool 0-3 Atalanta: Klopp’s Farewell Party in Tatters

Poor, poor mistakes from the Reds resulted in a completely unexpected scoreline.

My oh my, where do I even start? For starters, I’d like to say that I quite like Klopp. I think it’s a bit of a shame he’s leaving Liverpool, and I hope he leaves the club on a high note. I’m glad they won the EFL Cup, so at least they have something, even if it’s the least noteworthy competition they could win; a cup is a cup (but I am a Spurs fan, so I’m not exactly in a position to judge).

That being said, Liverpool’s defence was sh*t. I’m sorry, but it had to be said. I like Kelleher, and I think he’s been pretty good for Liverpool, given he’s not a starter and has to fill in Alisson's shoes, but man, that first goal was a bummer - although I don’t think that should take away from his other two incredible saves before and after the error - Kelleher did end up conceding two more after that (neither of which the goalkeeper was at fault for, but he did concede). Unfortunately, goalkeepers tend to be remembered for the goals they concede, not the ones they prevent.

Attacking-wise, Liverpool was fine but very much not clinical - although I don’t know if Klopp wished for goals when he started a front three of Gakpo-Nuñez-Elliot. There were a few promising sequences, but Nuñez (absolutely no one is surprised) was wasteful - but he’s not the only culprit.

Atalanta tried to catch Liverpool on the counter - again, to no one’s surprise - and they reaped the awards. Italian striker Scamacca scored two against Liverpool in the 38th and 60th minute, the first taking advantage of Kelleher not reacting nearly fast enough for a preventable goal as it slid under the ‘keeper and the second coming from a cross when (1) Van Dijk really should have closed down De Ketelaere and (2) Scamancca should not have been so open and unmarked.

The third was by Pasalic and was to an inexplicable back pass by Szoboszlai - although Kelleher did block the initial shot by Ederson, it wasn’t enough. The backline wasn’t trying to prevent the two later goals by how they reacted. They were walking back when the Atalanta players really should have been closed down earlier.

A comeback looks unlikely as Liverpool plays away next, although it’s not off the cards. Liverpool have now drawn to an underwhelming United and lost at home to a side that’s 6th on the Serie A table and have lost their two recent games. Their finishing has disappointed them despite having some of the Premier League’s best forwards and playing well in their previous Europa games. This game is a major result for Atalanta and confirms them in the semifinal - though I don’t want to jinx it.

You have quite a lot of work to do if you want that nice farewell party, Jürgen Klopp.

My MOTMs: Gakpo (LIV); Scamacca (ATA)

Leverkusen 2-0 West Ham: So Close Moyes! But Forget It

Moyes-ball almost gets them a draw…until it didn’t.

I’ll be zooming through the next few because I think the results are coming, or I don’t follow the teams too much.

Leverkusen’s 30 shots to West Ham’s one sums it up. Still, West Ham did look like they were going to snatch a point until the German side finally broke the deadlock with seven minutes of regular time remaining through Hofmann, who would also assist Boniface’s goal in stoppage time. Fabianski bailed the team out on multiple occasions, displaying some fantastic saves. On a better or worse day - depending on who you’re asking - Leverkusen easily could have had three to five goals. A two-goal deficit is saveable for West Ham at home, but they’ll need to do better on the counter.

Also, please end Leverkusen’s unbeaten streak. If the streak ends by Moyes ball, it’d be hilarious, and I need one less thing for them to be happy about (I’m just a little salty).

My MOTMs: Fabianski (WHU), Hofmann (B04)

AC Milan 0-1 Roma: What in the World is De Rossi Cooking?

Roma play at home next with a one-goal advantage.

All I can say is that Roma should have fired Mourinho ages ago if De Rossi was willing to take the job before his release (and this isn’t even my Spurs bias talking) because you’re telling me De Rossi has only lost to Inter and Brighton (in a useless game) between then and now? What in the world is he cooking in Rome?

Also, that back-and-forth between Giroud and Lukaku was hilarious. It’s even funnier when the replays show that Lukaku’s making the goalkeeper’s life way harder by standing in front of him and preventing Svilar from catching the ball.

No man of the matches because that’s all the highlights had.

Aston Villa 2-1 Lille: Work to Be Done Next Week

McGinn, with his iconic celebration as he put the Villans two in front.

The game was a perfect McGinn performance from the looks of it. I’ll admit that the second goal looked accidental on Bailey’s part (that slip…was he trying to cross?), but that strike was terrific. Of course, Lille did manage to pull one back, but Martinez also made some stunning saves to keep Villa in the game in the first half. The way he comes off his line with that confidence is impressive.

My MOTMs: McGinn (AVL), Diaketé (LIL)

[petsdenonne]

Workplace benefits

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+, NSFW, Cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, spanking, breeding kink.

Word Count: 651

Summary: Being Bruce Waynes personal assistant is a lot more fun than you imagined.

✨MASTERLISTS✨

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When you had applied to work at Wayne enterprises as a bushy tailed, freshly graduated business student you had pictured yourself getting a low-down role which mainly involved you getting coffee for others and being given shit working hours, you had not pictured yourself becoming Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant.

What you also had not pictured was your skirt bunching at your hips whilst riding him as he sat in his chair at his desk.

Bruces hands squeezed your thighs as he brought you down into his lap as you bounced, pulling down roughly to draw you against him each time. Your arse smacking the top of his thighs as his cock stretched your lips to accommodate him. Quickly moving one hand away he pulled the collar of your blouse aside to sloppily kiss your neck, grumbly moans vibrating against your skin.

"God...Fuck...Bruce" You mewled out, even if he wouldn't admit it, he loved hearing how soft and needy you got when he had his cock inside you. You switched from the strict, tight lipped woman that no one can mess with to a twitching, melted mess once he was done with you.

"That's it, baby girl. Squeeze my cock, just like that" He huffed out and began to thrust up against your bounces as he left a firm smack on your behind, causing you to cry out when you felt the stinging sensation of his palm. Smirking, Bruce moved his attention from your neck and traced his lips along your jaw. Once he got to his intended destination he forced his tongue into your mouth, tracing the muscle along yours before he hungrily began to kiss you. Broken moans escaped your lips as he angled your hips down into him, your clit dragging again his groin every time your hips rocked.

After a few more movements you felt the tight knot that had been building in your stomach getting close to snapping. Looking into his heavy eyes as you whimpered and moaned you quickly came to your high. Your walls spasming around his cock as you twitched and shook against him.

“That’s it, good girl, such a good girl”

Once you had finished he quickly grabbed your waist tightly in his hands and moved you so that you were no longer in his lap, you were now laying on your back on his solid oak desk. The cold polished wood a shock to your naked behind. Before your brain could register the different position he was already stood up and thrusting back into you again.

With each rock of his hips you could feel the tip of his cock dragging along the bundle of nerves within your walls that were already overwhelmed.

“God, look at you, cock drunk already�� Bruce whispered out, bracing himself on the desk either side of you before he placed a hand down on your stomach, adding light pressure to increase the feel of him settling in deeply, and to stop you from shifting off the table as he sped up.

Your name hissing from his mouth through clenched teeth as he pumped into you over and over and over again with quick, rough strokes. The ripples of pleasure that you had been feeling suddenly turned into an avalanche as you hit your high for a second time.

A greedy smirk on his face as he watched you come undone underneath him. “That’s it, god, I’m gonna cum, baby girl. I’m going to pump you full”

Feeling him release as he came, moaning your name amongst a growl Bruce finally pulled out of you. His remnants dripping out as he watched it.

Reaching over to the box of tissues he kept near his monitor he knelt down to clean you up. Leaving soft caring kisses along your thighs to bring you down slowly.

“I think we will have to schedule in another work review soon”

[portraitsofguilt]

art student! ellie taking slutty polaroids of you !

i was having some thoughts about art student! ellie as i was rolling through what majors the uni i applied for was letting applications in for and this popped into my silly mind.

cw for pornography, vaginal sex, groping, strap-on use, dacryphilia

ellie who has already painted countless portraits of you sitting in the snow, in the sun, laying on the grass, reading, and any other activities you can think of. the same ellie who has sketchbooks full of you as her anatomic reference, paintings, and pencil drawings of you sleeping naked after a night of passion, hidden away in the very bottom of her school bag. but this, this was something else.

“no, no, don’t be shy baby. the camera loves you.”

her hips never stop trusting into you as she lifts up the metal box, her other hand reaching to grope the soft mound as she tries to position the camera at the right angle to take a perfect photo. you looked so cute like this, hands gripping the sheets, your legs wrapped around her waist, back arching the slightest, and eyes closed, head twitching side to side as you were nearing the edge.

you were such a needy thing, fighting her hands as she tried to position you in the prettiest way she could with her cock deep inside your pussy. you writhe so much, she can hardly keep you in your place but she only takes the picture she is going to keep in the inner pocket of her coat when you come. you still for that brief second, back lifting off the bed, the back of your palm coming to cover your eyes when the camera flashes.

but it’s not enough, there is never enough of you in ellie’s eyes and she is relentless as she chases her own high by overstimulating your already worn out walls and bundle of nerves. this once she isn’t paying attention to your needs but rather hers and all she can think of is you, you, you, your body. the way you cry that it’s enough, that you cannot take it no more, slurring your words and your weak hands try to push her off of you is just puts more onto the fire in the pits of her stomach.

ellie discards the camera your side, leaning down to hover over you with her hands gripping the sheets beside your head, keeping herself up and anchored. she takes a few ragged breaths, huffing as she tries to move despite her muscles feeling numb and pulls out of you. sweat drips from her forehead and shoulders, her whole body shining in front of your eyes before she lays next to you.

despite being out of breath, her mind still being clouded by the bliss of her orgasm she coos a few sweet thing into your ear as she covers the both of you up with a blanket, reaching for the printed polaroid from the camera on your side and showing it to you. 

“see? every color, expression, and curve of your body is perfectly embodied in this photo.”

[matenrou-fan]

Could I have Sasara Samatoki and Ramuda finding out their usually cheery airheaded s/o is on Fluoxetine on accident? They would have no idea their s/o had depression or anything like that based on their s/o’s demeanor around them. How would they take care of her after that? Thank you, sorry my english is not the best 😭 Your writing is always so creative and beautiful so I wanted to write a request, I hope it is ok! Have a great day :)

Sasara, Samatoki and Ramuda finding out their usually cheery airheaded fem! s/o is depressed

hiiii!! hii ahhh!! don't worry, your English is pretty good! <3 Also wow creative.. No one ever calls my works like that, thank you very much, honey!! ^^

femreader, comfort, mention of meds, angst a little;;

-When you two met, he was sure that you're soulmates! As goofy and cheerful as him, you always were ready to encourage any of his ideas and just loved his jokes!

-So when he, in a hurry and without a second thought, opens your bedside table to find a pen, a box of meds really confuses him. Do you feel sick these days? Strange, he didn't notice..

-Of course Sasara worried, so instead of just placing it back he would read the label and the pretty familiar name makes his stomach clench in cold shivers. Aren't these the same tablets he drank after his disband with Rosho back ago..?

-This is the first time when your boyfriend would look at you from a different angle. Always considering you as just a positive person, he never thought that maybe you two actually are even more alike. That you're also hiding some kind of trauma behind these jokes and smiles, just like him.

-But ahhh, how embarrassing it would be for Sasara, to actually confess he found out..! So he would just slowly get more gentle around you.

-Of course even before he was such a softie around you, so clingy with his hugs and kisses, and of course puns. Yet now his touches are more.. soft? Like if you suddenly become a porcelain doll and he can't jump around you like always, instead tightly holding you closer to his chest. Ah, now you can't see his face, in such a pose.. What is he thinking about?

-"S/o.. Please, remember I will always love you, no matter what.." - he suddenly mumbled and you got even more confused, surprised with such a low and quiet tone. - "I adore you not because you're like me, but because you are you. With your weaknesses and problems that I'll always accept."

-He just wants to say that you can be more open to him..! As Sasara really wants to help you with your conditions and is willing to listen to your vent every day, if it would help you. There's surprisingly deep words that can't be heard that often from him.

-Now your boyfriend would try to have a more thoughtful conversation with you, so you both can share your worries. As a person who also was in a difficult situation, he knows how much support means.

-And he also knows all these small tips on how to make it easier for you - more fresh air and proper rest, now Sasara would try to control your diet and sleep schedule, and make sure you always take your meds in time. But in some casual silly way, so you wouldn't feel any pressure.

-Jokes can make you feel better, yes, and he doesn't forget about that, cheering you up with some cute wholesome puns. His plan is to make you feel better due to small changes, so you don't even notice how your life slowly gets better.

-"Sasara.. Thank you, really.." - you mumble during another cuddle session together. There's no way you didn't notice his changes, but this new, even more caring side of his love was so pleasant. - "I adore you for all you did for me.."

"Hehe.. And then I agate you, my dear!" - your boyfriend places a small kiss on your forehead and then giggles at your confused face. - "A gate is bigger than a door, s/o..!"

-This difference between your cheerful behavior and his more grumpy one was adored by your boyfriend more than you thought. Maybe it's hard to admit, but he really loves how you freshen his worldview with your happy-go-lucky attitude.

-Samatoki really wanted to protect this friendliness of yours from this cruel world, as he was sure that you actually didn't experience anything bad. And it hit hard when he accidentally found some bottles of pills that you forgot in the bathroom.

-He's not angry or annoyed by you, mostly by himself. Because it means he failed as a boyfriend, and it's his fault you didn't share this side of yours.

-It would be especially painful when he googled about these meds and found out it's antidepressants.

-Of course he would talk about this immediately, really trying to act calm as he doesn't want you to think he's pissed. Actually, all that Samatoki wants is to know why you didn't tell him, and how long you take it.

-Despite all traumatic events in his life, your boyfriend never considered to start taking something like that too, but it doesn't mean he can't help you properly - already being overprotective, now he just pampers you with attention.

-Always checking what you have eaten today, scolding you without rancor for a bad sleep schedule, forcing you to have more breaks during work.. His actions may look a little bit harsh but he just genuinely cares about you.

-"Here, s/o.. I bought you new vitamins." - with a sigh, Samatoki gets closer and pat your head. - "Don't forget to take them too now, alright? My old friend is Doc and he tells me it would be really helpful.."

-As a Yakuza, he has pretty much money and doesn't mind spending it on your needs, like finding maybe a more expensive but better psychologist or start taking new medication.

-Cause your well-being is more important and he tries to show you in all possible ways that you don't need to hide anything from him, even something that you find ugly or annoying about yourself.

-"Samatoki.. You really think it's worth it?" - in the dark, your words sound so weak after long hours of futile attempts to sleep. - "You know.. I appreciate you care, but aren't you tire-"

"No I'm not. Sleep." - his sleepy voice was so low and husky, as Samatoki embraced you in a warm hug. - "Sleep and remember that there's no way I would ever get tired of you, alright? Even if you would ask this every day..or night."

-Ahhh, aren't you two just the most precious couple in the world?! Two sweet cheerful angels, hehe! Ramuda just loves to tease you a little, as your airheaded behavior kinda reminds him of Dice and he's waiting to see the same amusing reaction for you like from his friend.

-Well.. But Ramuda is not a fool. Everyone has their secrets, and his lively behavior hides many many skeletons in the closet of his soul. So despite that he loves how similar you are, he still waits for some catch from your side too.

-And when a small bottle of pills was found in your bag by his nimble hands when Ramuda just wanted to bring your perfume that you asked for, it wasn't a surprise. Well, maybe just a little, as he was having other ideas in his mind, not mental illness.

-And yes, he's now worried. Even Ramuda can actually care about someone, especially about his girlfriend, as he considers you as someone who's closer to him than any onesans and even his teammates. He considers you as someone who he can open his heart to.

-But it's the reason why he's actually angry now, clinging to you with puffy cheeks and puckered brow. All this time he was so obedient and sincere, and you?!

-"Take note that you owe me at least.. mm, twenty kisses now, for such misconduct!" - he scoffs in his charming manner, before making a more sensitive, soft face. - "You're my precious doll and I need to take care of you, okay? Don't lie to me..!"

-Well, but despite his sweet playful tone, Ramuda actually wants to help you. Most of the time he prefers to use people to understand their emotions better, so he would know how to act and fake it in different situations. But if we talk about you and your state, it's actually a serious theme for me.

-It's just his way to help you get over it - to continue being your sweet cute boyfriend, cheering your life with his presence. In such a teasing tone it's easier to show his care without you noticing the depth of his worry.

-So now wait a bunch of texts from Ramuda everyday, as he asks about your well-being, reminds you to eat more proper food and leave all the candy just for him.

-And of course, a private, exclusive fashion show just for you! Aren't his cute accessories and colorful outfits make you forget about all other problems, as he runs around you, chirping how adorable you look now?

-"I don't know, isn't this too fancy?" - you can't help but giggle, looking at yourself in the mirror. - "Actually, I don't remember seeing this dress before on your shelves.."

"Ahh, cause I sewed this one just for you, s/o..!" - like a small rabbit, Ramuda jumps closer, hugging you tightly. - "A special dress for my special dolly! This soft fabric would protect you from all worries, okay? But to activate this effect you need to kiss the designer, hehe.."