#me: sticky notes. usually just to the point of stuff.

[letsriddlemethislucifer]

Arriet, do you talk to your dad about Bryn? What kind of things do you talk about?

--- Strangely for her age, Arriet does not speak verbally for the most part. It isn't known to bryn yet, but arriet lived the beginnings of her life in animal form for a kitsune. It was only until later that she turned human to mimic her adoptive father, shizuma.

It isn't as if she can't say what she wants without words, however! All it takes is things bryn has given her or made routine with her for the little one to try and convey how much fun she has with her sitter!

In retrospect, Shizuma actually had a hard time understanding her until a year or two of raising her. Now it merely takes certain chirrups and motions for him to catch what she is saying.

Due to his unfortunate amount of work hours, he doesn't always get to sit down and see her as much right now-- but her little stories are genuinely something he does his best to stay awake and listen to.

Usually it's just about how bryn might teach her how to not throw things around to get what she wants, or properly greet others. She also shows her father the arts and crafts and other trinkets she's made with Bryn.

From: @faebletales

[heavenbarnes]

have to write this because @evisnotok had some crazy good points in the notes | p1 p2 p3

the 141 know they can rely on your older bf!simon to come through with a fully stocked camera roll. whether they’re killing time in a safe house, back on base, or crowded around a sticky table at a pub.

their eyes are all on one thing.

that’d be you.

with your blessing, of course. simon had told you about johnny accidentally stumbling across his (not very well guarded) collection of intimate photos and he hadn’t missed the way your eyes had shifted and your thighs had tensed.

it’d been a change of minuscule proportions but simon had been watching you with well trained eyes- waiting for any telltale signs.

when he mentioned the way johnny had to adjust the front of his trousers, he could practically hear your mouth water.

when he took it so far as to tell you what johnny had said? you’d spent the rest of the evening humping simon’s leg like a bitch in heat as he laid out all the filthy things sergeant mactavish wanted to do to you.

so when the rest of the 141 caught on, found out about this little arrangement between simon and johnny- they wanted in. they’d seen the pretty little thing that simon kept at home and they wanted to see just how pretty you could get.

it started with the phone being passed around the group (simon had to overcome a few things before he’d let you get passed around the group) and it escalated into a group chat that was full to the fucking brim of your best moments.

videos of you crying simon’s name as you stuff yourself with your fingers.

photos of you with your back arched and your feet kicking.

videos of you being absolutely wrecked by simon the night he gets back from deployment.

photos of you with cum painting your cheeks and a big smile on your face.

they’re almost always for simon’s enjoyment but that last one- that was something different. unfamiliar sense of altruism filling his chest when he had you on your knees.

you’d been sucking his cock for the best part of an hour now, no complaints to be had. simon had put a pillow under your knees and his steady stream of praises had you keening into the hand that stroked your cheek.

“doin’ such a good job for me, sweet’art”

as you felt his balls tense up in your hand, where you’d been stroking them with your palm- you gave him one last long lick before you started tugging him off.

sitting back on your haunches, you stuck your tongue out in waiting when the hand that was around the back of your neck started to grip harder.

“gonna’ cum all over that pretty fuckin’ face”

you twisted your wrist, hand coming up over the leaky head of his cock before sliding it back down. spit flicked around as his foreskin moved beneath your grip, simon’s voice became gruntier than usual.

“you fuckin’ like that, huh? like it when i paint you like i fuckin’ own you?”

like? as if he didn’t already.

simon always got mouthy when he was nearing that peak and the minute the dams broke and he was shooting hot ropes of cum across your eagerly waiting face, his words were trailing off into broken moans.

you kept stroking him until his fingers had to pry you off him, hips beginning to jolt with sensitivity. but you didn’t move, sat still on your knees so simon could get a good look at you.

eyes following his movements, he reached across to pick up his cellphone before you heard the shutter sound a couple times (his phone is never silent, unless he’s on duty- at home it’s the loudest thing you’ve ever heard).

still holding his phone steady, simon reaches his thumb out to drag through some of his cum, before he presses it to your tongue and snaps another picture.

as he drags it away, he lifts his phone for a higher angle before you see his lip quirk up in amusement.

“that’s it, smile for the lads yeah?”

and the group chat never goes without, now whenever they see “ghost sent an attachment” their cocks chub up in almost pavlovian response.

the photos are filthy but their messages are filthier, the way they speak about you is enough to have your cheeks burning and your ears ringing.

“steamin’ jesus L.T you’re one lucky fucker”

“look at the state a’that, so fuckin’ pretty”

“so fuckin’ good at taking loads- got y’one well trained”

filthy enough to turn you inside out- your stomach fucking flipping with every word simon read to you.

one hand holding his phone, the other between your thighs, three thick fingers stuffed inside you. each new message he read, he’d flex his fingers against the spongy little spot that had your eyes rolling.

“can feel you squeezing my fuckin’ fingers, y’like the way they talk about you?”

your hands wrapped around his wrist, fingernails digging into the ink of his tattoos as he spurred you to the edge. leaning back against his chest, his phone was hovering right before your face and you could see those three little dots jumping as johnny typed a new message.

“almost there L.T can y’spare one more?”

you didn’t mean to moan out loud but the image of johnny stroking himself to you was nearly too much. head tipped back onto simon’s shoulder as your hips bucked into his hand, you felt his chuckle rumble against your spine.

long arm reaching up and the unmistakable sound of the shutter ringing around the room, you heard him type a quick reply before you opened your eyes.

debauched, the photo looked fucking debauched. spread out for him with your legs over his thick thighs and your hand practically forcing his fingers deeper into you.

you felt simon shift as he pressed a kiss to your heated cheek, thick cock pressing into the small of your back. he hummed as he slowly started to grind into you.

he knew it was all for show, that you just had this filthy little voyeuristic part of you that needed to be satiated by the praise of these men. he knew that at the end of it all-

“you’re all mine, aren’t ya?”

he just had to be sure, he was only man after all.

not a thought behind your eyes or a doubt in your mind, you nodded furiously as you melted further into his touch.

“only yours, si”

[sharkbitten-sailor]

may I please request Elliot x axolotl’reader more hcs??? THEYRE SO CUTE

Also btw! Take care of urself!! Eat food, drink water, etc.. phone addiction isn’t really good…

[forsaken] elliot x axolotl!reader headcanons .ᐟ

a/n; i will, thank you so much for the thoughtful reminder. it really means a lot to me. and to you too!! no worries at all, i work on my computer, not my phone, so everything should be just fine :> aaand a little off topic, but i was listening to 'so bitter' + 'l'amore dice ciao' while working on this (❁´◡`❁)

< previous work >

- like i said before, you don’t talk much. just soft squeaks, chirps, and the occasional hiss. elliot? he’s practically fluent in your squeak-code at this point. - hiss? space respected. high squeak? boom! blankets, plushies, snacks incoming. chirp? he grins and softly asks, 'what’s making you all happy over there bud?' (secretly hoping it’s him. it usually isn’t, but one day it might be. he dares to dream.) - he acts casual when you're around, but his thoughts are anything but. he’ll catch himself staring a little too long when you nap, tucking your blanket in just right. 'look at them,' he whispers once, 'all peaceful and stuff.' then turns scarlet and hides behind a pillow. - sometimes he wants to poke your cheeks but stops himself. mostly. - before he pats you, he asks. every time. if you say yes? he melts on the spot like a popsicle under the sun. if you say no? totally valid. he respects your boundaries without making it awkward. - you're easy-going with most people, even that guy. elliot tries to keep you a little distant from him, tho. you might catch him mumbling under his breath when that guy’s around. yeah. very casual. completely not jealous. - but if you don’t feel like getting involved in that, then he won’t push it. he might be protective, but he’s not possessive. - one time, he thought it’d be fun to teach you to cook fish. y'know, being an axolotl and all,,,? you just stared at him like he betrayed your entire species. he still doesn’t know how to recover from that. 'but don't you eat raw fish all the time??' ...the stare intensifies... - because you rarely join convos, when you do speak up, he drops everything to listen. he’d probably write things down in a little notebook. - he sticks those notes to the fridge. allergies, favorites, dislikes. totally casual. totally not obvious that he has five sticky notes for you and just one for everyone else. weird wind must’ve done that. - after that, he realizes you're a big fan of fish and all things ocean-themed. - when you’re anxious, he floats paper fish in a bowl of water and lets you watch them swim. no talking. just fish time :] - believe me, he swore up and down it wasn’t like that. just a quiet friendship. just looking out for you. until the moment you flopped onto his chest, tail curled around his leg as if you didn't just pull a pizza delivery guy so effortlessly. - he went full tomato. red face with smoke on the head like a pot kinda panic. you? peacefully dozing. him? contemplating the meaning of life and love with your head against his heartbeat. - and that notebook? pfft. what notebook? the one with your favorite snacks, exact blanket preferences, and doodles of you with lil hearts by the margins? nah. must be someone else’s. definitely not his.

a/n; i had so much fun writing this! i hope you had fun reading too anon <3

[lilolebambi]

sleeping on the job.

personalassistant!chris.

Today was just another busy day. You had to meet up with clients, which you didn't mind because you would rather do anything else than be cooped up in your office... especially with Chris. Your office used to be your safe space, somewhere you didn't mind going even considering the time you had to be there. But now, since you're sharing it with another person, it's... awkward, to say the least.

Chris follows you around like a little puppy unless you give him something to do, which you still haven't gotten used to because you like the way you do things.

Before you left, all you told Chris to was figure out what meetings you had tomorrow. You didn't expect to come back to the boy passed out on his desk. His head rested on documents. "Mh..." He stirs, turning his head towards you.

Chris is... pretty. The freckles that rest a top his nose and spread under his eyes tug on your heart strings. You're usually not able to see them because you're never this close to him and because his glasses block the view.

In the few days you've known him, he's never looked this rested. You lean back, considering letting him continue to sleep. You've noticed the way everytime he steps into the office the circles under his eyes are increasingly darker.

Chris slowly opens his eyes, the light blaring through the glass wall, forcing him to awaken. You lock eyes, and he immediately panics—Hurriedly sitting up and grabbing at his glasses on his desk. "Chris, it's—"

"M-miss, I promise I did everything you wanted me to— I haven't just been sleepin—" You wonder what you're going to have to for him to stop reacting like this whenever you're in the same room. "It's fine," you interrupt. "You looked exhausted earlier." He blinks at your words. "....I didn't mean to fall asleep, I just wanted to take a break after doing on your list."

"....my list?" He nods slowly. "I didn't have anything to do after figuring when your meetings were, so I just did everything on there." He points to the sticky note on the corner of his desk, the sticky note that had the rest of the stuff that you needed to after you finished meeting up with clients. Including responding to emails, making calls, and going to check up on whatever the rest of your employees were doing. "All of this?"

"Mhm, management is doing pretty well now, actually—"

He cleared your schedule for the day. You don't have to do any of the things you were dreading when you got back to the office. "Chris."

"Y-yeah?"

"That was a lot of work... thank you, you did a good job." He flushes, scratching the back of his neck. "O-oh. You're welcome."

You're going to go analyze every email he answered, but it's the thought that counts.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover

[bratscave]

IN ANOTHER LIFE !

summary. falling in love with an old! driver, who's name was james while you were still in college was one thing — but finding out that he was wolverine after his death and meeting another version of him, was another.

includes/warnings. chapter two yay :), lots of flashbacks (omg they were so in love it hurts so bad), sex implied / lightly described once, she finds out about his death :/, laura!

Logan, as you knew him back then, liked to take walks with you. He just knocked on your door, hands stuffed into his jacket pocket, stayed silent and waited for you to gather your stuff to go outside. Didn't really talk much during it either, he'd rather listen to you, always.

And when you reached out for his hand, he didn't say anything, just let you. You'd sit down on bench and talk about the current drama going on with your friends and he'd smoke a cig and nod along. It wasn't much but it was comfortable.

You liked looking at sunsets, the pastels when it was late noon, various shades of yellow, orange and red. He wasn't the type of man who admired sunsets — at least, not before you.

You weren’t sure when it had happened, but at some point, Logan had started staying the night. It was never planned — he’d just show up after dark, looking more worn out than usual, and before you knew it, he was in your bed, holding you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

One of those nights, you were lying in bed, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His hand was in your hair, his fingers lazily combing through the strands as you traced patterns on his skin with your fingertips.

“Tell me something,” you said softly, your voice barely breaking the quiet. “Something I don’t know about you.”

Logan was silent for a long moment, his hand stilling in your hair. You could feel the tension in him, the way his muscles tightened beneath your touch.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he muttered, his voice rough, like it hurt to say the words.

You lifted your head, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him. His face was in shadow, but you could still see the hard lines of his jaw, the weight he carried. “I know,” you whispered, your heart aching for him. “But I want to.”

He swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “You don’t wanna know,” he said quietly. “Trust me.”

You frowned, but you didn’t push. You never did.

Instead, you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, your lips brushing against the scruff of his beard. “I’m not goin’ anywhere,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.

And you stayed true to your words, you didn't go anywhere. You stayed waiting for him, waiting for him when you found a small sticky note saying 'I'll be gone for a little while. Don't worry bout me.' in his usual gruff writing. And you stayed waiting for him, a week and a half, ten days.

And you had hope, fucking hope that it was going to be James, or well as you later found out- logan, behind the door, when it rang at midnight.

Instead you were greeted by a girl, no older then thirteen.

Logan used to like kissing you good night, always came around if he drove by your apartment complax while on his shift because you 'needed to go to bed, well kissed'

Logan used to like having his hand on your thigh when he was driving, he'd rub small circles and patterns over the clothed skin. Sometimes, when you were rambling about something, he’d squeeze it gently, like it was his way of saying he was listening, even when he wasn’t saying a word.

Logan used to wake up before you, his heavy, calloused fingers tracing the curve of your spine, slow and careful, like he didn’t want to wake you but couldn’t help himself from touching you. If you stirred, he’d mutter something gruff under his breath —“go back to sleep, kid”—but there was no missing the warmth in his voice, the tenderness in the way he pulled you closer.

Logan used to make love to you like it was a slow burn, always taking his time, even when he was in a hurry. He’d kiss you deeply, rough hands holding your hips in place as he moved, like he wanted to savor every second. Afterward, you’d lie tangled together in the sheets, your fingers tracing the lines of his body, and he’d grunt something sinful under his breath.

Logan used to bring you coffee on mornings when he had nowhere else to be. He didn’t say much, just handed you the cup with that same gruff expression, watching as you sipped it, his eyes softer than usual. When you’d smile and say thanks, he’d shrug it off like it was no big deal, but you knew better. It was his way of saying he cared.

Logan used to call you late at night, usually after a long shift. His voice would be rough, heavy with exhaustion, but he’d still ask about your day. “Tell me somethin’ good,” he’d mutter, like the sound of your voice was the only thing keeping him grounded. Sometimes, he’d fall asleep with the phone still in his hand, the steady sound of his breathing a quiet comfort on the other end of the line.

"Logan is dead."

The girl's voice got you out of your trance as you looked down to meet her eyes, she had very intense ones, what was such a young child doing out late at night? But you don't question just brush her remark of, "Sorry, I don't know a Logan."

"He said you might say that. I need to tell you something."

You spend the whole night on the coach, the same coach where you and.. logan, shared your first kiss and more. Is now the same coach you sit on and find out that he died. That he was some sort of hero, that he had tried changing his identity.

You cry, ugly ugly tears. A shit ton of them. You try your damn best not to, in front of the kid, laura as you now knew it, but you couldn't keep it in. Logan didn't like it when you cried, said it wouldn't get you nowhere, but rested his hand on your back, going up, down, up, down in the same pattern over n' over again to calm you down, in quiet support no matter what it was.

Now your back was cold.

Time moved like it always does — quickly, harshly, without much care for your grief. Before you knew it, months, years had passed. Laura didn’t leave, and you never asked her to. She stayed, silently adjusting to your small apartment and even smaller routines. You weren’t exactly maternal, but something about her—something in the way she’d sit quietly on the edge of the couch, watching those old cartoons Logan always scoffed at: made you feel less lonely.

She didn’t talk much at first. But you understood. Words weren’t always necessary, and you’d never been one to push someone to speak when they weren’t ready. You learned to share the silence, learned that she needed space just like you did.

Life was different now. You’d finished what you set out to do —graduated, finally became the professional you always wanted to be. Journalism, like you’d always dreamed of, except the joy wasn’t there, not the way it used to be. The thrill of chasing stories and deadlines had dulled, the passion that once fueled you replaced by a quiet, steady determination. You wrote because it was what you were good at. Because it paid the bills. Because it gave Laura stability.

And she needed that. More than anyone, she needed a steady life—a soft place to land, to heal, even if neither of you said it out loud.

Sometimes, when you caught a glimpse of her sitting at the table, head bent over some math homework, you’d see pieces of him in her. The same furrowed brows when she was deep in thought. The quiet way she watched the world, always alert but never speaking too much.

You missed him. It never got easier, not really. When it got really bad, you’d sit in the small kitchen, nursing a drink and staring out the window. You could almost imagine him coming through the door, smelling faintly of motor oil and cigarettes, grumbling about something while he kicked off his boots.

But he never did. And you told yourself you’d learn to live with that.

Well, apperantly life had other plans for you, besides drowning in misery.

It had been late — too late for visitors. The kind of hour where the streets outside your apartment were dark and empty, the faint hum of city life muted through the window. You were pouring yourself another cup of tea, trying to wind down from a long day at work. Laura was in her room, tucked away, buried under her blankets as usual.

A knock came at the door.

It startled you; mostly because no one ever came by this late. You set your mug down and padded across the floor, wondering if maybe Laura had ordered something again, some late-night doordash she hadn’t mentioned.

You opened the door. And froze.

The world felt like it tilted sideways for a moment, because there he was. Logan. He looked different, rougher in a way, a little younger than you’d ever seen him. But those eyes, those same dark, stormy eyes — they were unmistakable.

His voice was rougher, too, when he spoke, like it had been scraped against gravel.

“Wade told me I could find you here.”

[shysuccubusstuff]

day 25: Hate fucking + Deepthroat + Agoraphilia + Dacryphilia + Gaming + Degradation + (slight) Mindbreak + (slight) DubCon? - Streamer! Kinich

Summary: The streamer company you work for decided to throw a huge party in order to congratulate the great revenue of this year, inviting only the greatest. That included you, as well as that mysterious streamer called Pixel Dragon.

Content: Kinich has this kind of alter ego (Ajaw's personality) when he streams, that is the reason why he's extra mean!! + Non proof-reader, as always.

Word count: 4,5K

Note: I've been trying to end this for so many days but I always ended up burning out so it took me so much time... I didn't even realise that I had written 4K words... Sorry for taking so long, I hope all of you enjoyed this little Kinktober!! I'm already working on some other stuff for different fandoms ♡♡ Stay tuned!

It was November, finally the time in which the great parties for streamers took place. You had been invited, of course, after all, you had been able to remain the top creator during over five months, tightly followed by that gaming streamer, PixelDragon.

The name was a bit cringy, but he had been able to quickly rise to the high rankings thanks to his great skills on many of the different games he had tried, ranging from FPS to soul-like games.

When you finally arrived, you were greeted by the smiling sponsors, taking your hand and guiding you to the darkened room, the place being lightened by the dim red lights. You took a sit close to a masked man, the man moved to the side, allowing you to sit close to him while he checked his phone. You were barely able to imagine the face underneath, his lips shinning under the red lights.

“Are you going to drill my face the whole evening?” The man kept his gaze fixated on his screen, his fingers scrolling down mindlessly.

“How did you even---? Sorry, I was just curious about what you truly looked like under the mask.”

“Well, you are not definitely getting any glimpse if you keep it like this.” He turned off his phone, putting it on his pocket and looking into your eyes, his green orbs glistening as the spotlight moved towards where you were. Outraged, you decided to get up, rapidly taking your stuff before fleeting the scene.

By the time you were back to your usual self, the party had already reached its’ highest peak, with the music booming all over the place and the floor feeling sticky form all the drinks that had been spilled. You threw yourself against one of the many sofas that were laying around the place, suddenly hitting your head against something extremely hard. You turned around annoyed, only to find a red-faced man, his hazed green eyes shinning under the red lights of the club. “Are you ok?” Your words were a bit dragged, your whole mouth feeling a bit funny as you tried to talk as normal. “Do you hear me?” You screamed to his hear, perhaps he wasn’t answering because of the loud music. The man moved to the side, his face looking slightly annoyed.

“I can hear you perfectly, no need to scream.” He furrowed his eyebrows, moving a few strands of hair that were bothering him.

“Who are you? I didn’t see you before during the dinner.” You took out your phone, scanning through the many names of people that had been invited to the party. “I suppose you’re not the one called PixelDragon, am I right? God, that dude seems like such a prick, he’s always flexing about his skills during the collabs, even when we are supposed to be friendly about them, plus, he has been keeping his identity hidden even to his own workmates, I get that he wants to avoid leaks, but it’s not like the rest of us would be such losers, even I, who kind of hates his guts wouldn’t do something so fucking low. He always acts as if he’s far too good for the rest of us and it gets me so pissed off, though, I do have to say that he does have some good points, like his great abilities, or his deep voice, and yeah, his hands may look kind of sexy while smashing the buttons but that’s all, you know?” The alcohol was definitely getting the best of you, as you wouldn’t be able to stop your yapping even if you tried. “Are you listening to me, mister?”

“Yeah, I am. I hate to say it, but this might be a skill issue, like straight up.” The man laughed out-loud, his hand moving a few strands of his hair out of his face.

“Nice one, jackass, real funny. Anyways, how come I missed such a hot dude in the diner? You were def one of the masked ones, right? Promise I won’t leak anything, not like it would benefit me, you know?” You laid your head on one of his shoulders, turning around so you could touch the small part of his chest that was exposed because of his unbuttoned shirt. “Are you trynna get someone to accompany you tonight? You will def get a good one with me, handsome…” You smiled, enjoying how he started to react to your touch.

“You sure get comfortable with some random man, what if I’m some weird sicko that is planning on kidnapping you?” His right hand moved towards your hip, caressing it as his gaze started to darken.

“Then you wouldn’t be here, this place is exclusive for those working for our company, it’s ok, I can find some other dude, don’t wanna pressure you or anything, let’s see each other later, yeah? Next time you should tell me the name of your channel, we could make a collab or something!” You got up, leaving him with his words still in his mouth.

By the time you finally opened your eyes again, you were being taken by the arms of some random man, you quickly struggled, trying to get him to let you go, “Hey, don’t know who the fuck are you, but you’re def not someone I---”, the man put his hand on your mouth, turning on the flashlight on his phone so you could see his face, it was the hot dude at the party.

“Sorry, I saw some weird due trying to take you home, I know I can also be considered a weirdo, but hey, at least we talked, I guess, let me take you to your room, I won’t try anything weird, ok?” Your body relaxed, allowing him to carry your limp body to his room, finally allowing you to lay down on his king size bed.

“Thanks, hot stuff, promise I will compensate you tomorrow…” Just as you were about to drift to sleep, a known voice resonated from the man’s phone, it was that damn PixelDragon. Annoyed, you quickly got up, the nauseas getting to you, forcing you to stop for a second before speaking.

“Why are you listening to that jackass? He thinks he is some kind of big shot just cause the president started to pay more attention to him than to those who have been more time in the company. He may have nice hands and all, together with a real hot voice, but that is all that he has, he ain’t even that good, I mean---”

“You talk too much about him for you to simply hate him, aren’t you like lowkey wishing you knew how he looked? All your yapping about how he isn’t that huge of a streamer makes you seem even more of a fan than those crazy ones that send him his panties and stuff. Bet you want him to finger you with his slender fingers real bad, uh?” Your face flushed, feeling your head even more warm than before.

“You’re def projecting, I don’t want to fuck him or anything like that, why would I want that asshole’s fingers inside me—”

“Oh yeah? Then you will have no issue with that same asshole touching your whole body, uh? I’m sure that you have already imagined it so many fucking times. Tell me, are you really that naïve that you didn’t think eve for a moment that the man with the dragon-like mask was actually PixelDragon? It’s not like the mask that the president gave me was that mysterious, but I suppose that you can’t expect nothing great from an airhead like you, right?” The guy smiled as he started to change his clothes, leaving his jacket, gloves, and his necktie on top of the small desk that was within the room. “How about we do that collab that you wanted so much? Bet you would love to gain some more attention from my viewers, right? I can do a special live, just for you, what do you think?” You stopped for a moment, I mean, you were actually just a masked youtuber, and you were only focused on mature audiences, so, there should be no issue, right? You could probably use the mask he had used during the party. You nodded, crawling out of the bed and getting closer to the setup that he had already built for the duration of the event. “Oh, I forgot, can you plug in the cable under the table? I forgot to do it, but I have to keep on preparing the stream.” Once again, you were simply able to nod, getting on all fours and going under the table.

“Hey, there’s no plug missing or something like that, are you sure---?” You covered your mouth as soon as you heard the sound that marked the beginning of the live. You hit his leg, trying to remind him that you were still under the table, he lowered his gaze, trying to avoid making it much obvious. He smiled wickedly, moving one of his hands towards his trousers, carefully pulling down the zipper of his pants together with his underwear, the tip of his cock being left dangerously close to your mouth.

“So, yeah, we had a small gathering for the company, not that important, now it’s time to finally get back to what truly matters, am I right?” He read some of the comments that were already pilling up, answering with snarky comments to some, while he simply laughed to others. How was he even able to act as if he wasn’t with his cock out? A wicked idea crossed your mind, you could suddenly get out of there, making sure that the viewers were able to see you run out of frame, thus stealing his spotlight even further. That sounded like a great idea, of course, that changed until you realised that this little plan would lead to the boss yelling to both of you. Just as you were about to try and get out, his legs trapped you, causing you to end up almost hitting your face against the raging erection. “Oh guys, wait a sec, I gotta check that everything is in order.” He stopped the live for a second, making sure to disconnect the camera and mic. “Didn’t you want to make a collab?” Your face flushed, you weren’t really sure if it was because of how you felt your blood boiling, or maybe it had much more to do with the fact that his cock looked delicious, his tip flushed with a slight red tint. “If it’s too much for you, you can simply leave, I swear I won’t say anything to no one from the company, not like it would benefit me, right?” He moved to the side, allowing you to leave if you truly wanted to. You were about to do so, but then you realised something. Wasn’t that like admitting defeat against him? He would get the upper hand, making you feel as if you had to be grateful for his “mercy”! Not on your watch, oh no, so you swallowed all the embarrassment that you had been feeling, starting to leave small kisses all over his length. “I supposed so, oh wait, let me help you with a little something.” He got up from his chair, rummaging in his suitcase and then sitting back again, he made a sign for you to turn around, so you did, your ass facing his way. Suddenly, his slender fingers were moving your underwear to the side, a small object being inserted inside your cunt. “There, I hope this can keep my precious slut in place while I work, wait for me.” He waited for you to move back to your place, his eyes filled with a certain sense of superiority.

“Shut up, you’re just making it more difficult for me, keep your mouth shut for a while.” You nagged, trying your best not to stutter as you started to feel the small device starting to move. Just then, you heard how the live started back again.

“I’m back, missed me?” He went back to reading the comments with a playful smile. “Oh, shut up, not like I spent more than a few minutes. K, now let’s try to see who will be able to join the game….” He waited for a few minutes until the results of the online roulette popped up. “Well, congrats, I’ll send you the link to the VC, hope you all are ready.” You listened to him; it was quite impressive how he was able to keep his voice stable despite having your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. “Dude, it must be real sad to see me play almost everyday and most of you are still hard-stucks, sucks to be you, uh?” His snarky comment caused the viewers to get wild, some were praising his skills, while others had gotten truly angered by his remarks, the sound of the flow of comments filled the room. You were just about to smirk at how even his own fan hated him, but your moment of bliss was suddenly stopped as soon as you started to feel how the small vibrator had suddenly moved much more rapidly than before. You clenched the fabric of his shirt, glaring at his extremely satisfied grin. “Anyways, get ready for it, promise me not to cry in the chat, I don’t want my mods to get tired from deleting your comments.” As the game started, you could perfectly hear how he was clearly cleaning the floor with his viewers, this was of course the perfect time to mess him up, right? So you did.

You started to move your tongue, slowly licking on his tip, while sometimes wrapping it over his length, making sure to let out a few noises in case that would actually rile him up, your eyes completely fixed on his face, not noticing even a single frow. If he wanted to play hard to get, then you would simply raise the stakes. You introduced his tip into your mouth, sucking on it as you used one of your hands to masturbate what was still left outside. It was then when one of his eyebrows furrowed, his lips forming a straight line as he tried to keep his mouth closed as best as he could, you were already celebrating your victory over him when you heard the sound that marked the end of his first victory, your head suddenly being pushed further down.

“GGs, next time send someone who is at least as good as me while playing with a stirring wheel. Let’s for the next game, yeah? No need for a break.” The players were once again chosen at random, quickly preparing the next game as one of his hands kept pushing your head, only releasing it when the game finally started. Your eyes were already watering a bit from the difficulty to breath, so you decided to step your little game even more, starting to take his whole length (or at least as much as you were able to manage without feeling as if you were about to throw up. His face quickly flushed, the grip on the mouse starting to strengthen, his jaw clenching and his eyes starting to darken. Despite his clear reaction to you, he was shameless enough to start to buck his hips, forcing his length further inside your mouth, not stopping even as you hit his lower stomach, trying to get him to either slow down his rhythm, or to simply give you a small break. Sadly, none of the choices were given to you, forcing your poor mouth open, his hand sometimes lowering just to carefully caress your hair.

Once again, you were soon able to hear the chat being flooded by comments after the great crushing he had done to his helpless viewers. “I gotta go now, remember to keep on playing so you all can at least hit me with a single bullet next time. See ya.” He quickly turned off the stream, his hands quickly gripping your hair. “Bet you had fun, uh? Sucking my cock while you heard my chat blowing up, pretty sure you must have been wishing they heard you under my desk sucking my cock. You must be fucking dripping, uh? Show me just how much you’re craving it.” He lend you his hand to get up, your legs almost giving up on you as you tried to stand up, his lean arms stopping you from falling. “Oh, I was sure that you were supposed to hate me, didn’t expect you to be the type to fall head over heels, but I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with someone as hot---” His sentence was cut short as soon as you hit him on the stomach with your elbow.

“What the heck is that attitude? You kept on pushing my head against you, next time I will just bite your fucking dick off, bet that would give you more action that you have ever had.” You wiped down your tears, together with the saliva that had been running down your chin. “Why the heck would you even have something so--.” You stopped before ending the sentence, wondering just what would happen if his ego got even bigger.

“So… what? Finish the sentence.” He playfully touched your hair, his big hands petting you as if you were something precious. The heat was starting to rise to your cheeks, so you hit his hand, your gaze moving towards his temporary set.

“What is the code for this mic, pretty sure it’s one of the most expensive ones, right? Bet you must be blowing up your checks uh?” You got close, tinkering a bit with his stuff, moving all that was lying on top of his desk and looking around in case you were able to find a single tip on how was he able to keep his skills on point,  “Man you’re really—”

“Look, I’ve been trying to just act as if nothing is going on, but come on, you’re so bad at acting it’s almost embarrassing. You always walk around with that huge smile on your lips, shaking your hips as if you were trying as hard as possible for all the people around you to lick you from head to toe… You enjoy the attention, right? It gets you so high to feel as if you are better than the rest. Never had anyone show you where you truly belong, guess it’s my duty to do it then.” He took you by the arm, throwing you to the bed with just enough strength for you not to damage yourself. He quickly got on top of you, his body pressing against you as his hands started to get rid of all your clothes, your blouse and your skirt being thrown to the floor, soon followed by your bra and your underwear. “Since you want to behave like a brat, might as well and treat you like one.” He suddenly kissed you, his kiss being filled with hunger, rather than love or lust, he was planning on eating you whole.

“Come on, you’re just saying that to scare me, right? There’s no need for that, just, just let me go for now, I can, I can talk to the boss, you’re just being like this because you’re trying so hard to scare me, I get it, no need to keep this any further, just---” You put your hands on his chest, trying your best to avoid his eyes as they scanned you up and down.

“Open your mouth.” Your sentence was once again cut off, the room being filled with the sound of his clothes falling to the ground close to yours. He crawled, swiftly making his way to your face, his hardened dick facing you. “Do you expect it to suck itself? Open.” He grabbed his cock with one of his hands, the tip of his cock rubbing against your soft lips. You silently opened your mouth, unable to think about anything smart to say because of the current situation. “That’s right, open wide.” He carefully inserted the tip of his cock in your mouth, a deep breath leaving his mouth from the pleasure. “God, you should really consider becoming my own if you decide to leave the YouTube thing… you have such a pretty face and your body is just perfect, I will treat you as a queen, how about it?” His voice kept resonating inside your head, almost sounding a bit too good to pass on it, well the vibrator that was still inside you was definitely not helping you to stay sane. You sank your nails into the palms of your hands, trying to keep your own mind together while he kept on thrusting your mouth. “Just like that, you’re doing so good for me…” Tears once again swelled your eyes, your nails now digging on his abdomen as you tried to get him to let you rest even if it was or a second. “Oh, it seems you’re still able to put up a fight, let’s just change this then.” He finally let you breath, coughing as you were finally able to breath, this didn’t last much more, as you were suddenly lifted by him, then letting you sit on his lap, both of you facing the big mirror that was hanging on the wall. “You just need to realise what position are you on.” He lifted your body for a moment, taking off the vibrator, slowly inserting himself into you.

“Wait! I need a second to…to adjust, it’s difficult to do this without like, actually preparing.” You let him slowly make his way inside of you, finally bottoming out. “Fuck, just what do you even--- Shit…”

“Guess I was finally able to shut that reckless mouth of you, shouldn’t you thank me?” Of course, he just refused to give you even a single moment of peace, always running his mouth even as you were clearly able to feel his cock throbbing.

“Sure, like your dick isn’t barely holding on, you talk so much shit for someone who is balls deep inside me, I may not be able to kill you in the game, but I’m damn sure I will last much longer than your sorry excuse of a dic—” Your words were cut off as soon as he lifted you abruptly, your air leaving your lungs as his tip hit your cervix.

“You really don’t have any fucking clue about when to keep your mouth shut, uh? Always answering back even when I have the upper hand… Fuck.” His hips kept on bucking against you, not stopping even as the veins on his neck pumped up from his effort of not cumming. “This is no use, fuck…” He got up, not before taking the vibrator that had been inside you, his arms still holding you from under your thigs, walking until you were quite close to the mirror. “Look at your fucking face as I make you cum, yeah? Just fucking watch.” His hips started to move again, the position making it impossible for you to grip at anything in fear of him letting you fall, still, you tried to cover your mouth with both of your hands, denying him the possibility of hearing those sweet moans that were leaving your lips. “Cat got your tongue? You’re surprisingly quiet for someone as chatty as you, let’s see if I can fix that.” The rhythm of his thrusts sped up, forcing your eyes to roll to your skull as your insides got rearranged without you being able to do anything about it. Just as you were about to cry from the overstimulation, he suddenly let you stand on your two feet, well, if not because you almost fell face first to the floor, his hands gripped your hips with strength, his fingertips leaving marks on your skin. He took out the egg vibrator he had used previously, rubbing it a bit around your entrance before carefully inserting it inside you, he then decided to play with you a little by gliding his dick up and down, his tip constantly grinding against your clit. Before you were able to say anything, he entered you at once, the stretch making you squeal as your nails once again dug into his skin.

“Sure…Sure talk a lot of crap when you have still been unable to make me cum even once, your dick is so lame—” …Well, you surely had it coming this time, maybe the previous one as well, and well, maybe more times than just the last ones. But you never learnt, apparently.

“Fucking brat, just learn your position!” His last straw had been lost as soon as he saw on one of her streams you had been non-stop laughing at his supposedly small cock and your lack of bitches. He tightened his grip on your hips even further, lifting you from the floor and slamming his hips against your tender ass, your lips parting as those lewd sounds were once again filling the room.

“St-stop! My mind is turning really weird… Give me a second please!” You once again tried to hit him as an attempt to ease the unyielding rhythm he had established. He lowered one of his hands, suddenly levelling up the small roulette that controlled the vibrations, his fingers then moving on to start rubbing your clit, a degenerated smile appearing on his face as he saw your cunt dripping and some of the juices leaving your poor hole each time he slammed himself against you. Your vision was already starting to blurry a bit by the time you felt as if he was giving you even a tiny break, even the, it didn’t seem to have any plan of stopping, not even as you could faintly hear someone’s voice and hits on the wall from the close-by rooms.

You could clearly tell that he was about to cum, his lips bucking from time to time as he tried to keep that relentless rhythm. Just as you thought he was about to cum, he rapidly pulled out, his sperm staining your cheeks and part of your lower back. “You don’t even deserve my cum inside of you, next time you’ll learn how to keep your mouth shut, brat.” He let you down on top of the bed, walking towards one of the small doors that still concealed the rest of the room. Suddenly, he was back, a warm towel being passed around your whole body, his eyes showing a slight sign of concert. “…Name’s Kinich, I forgot to say it, I’m sorry.” …Was that brat really blushing? Fuck, even you were now flushed because of his teasing… Right?

[renguro]

Now that S2 is almost over, I wanted to finally get out that post talking about all of the insights and things I did, learned, or other fun stuff about the countdown pieces I made. I still have something in mind for the S2 finale, so maybe if you read (or skip) to the end I'll have a preview for you?

Oh god here we go One day I was coming home from work and decided to check how many days there were until the new season released and I found it was 7 days. So I did all of these in 7 days. Literally everyone was worried about me because I did nothing but draw for those 7 days.

... Except for when I went back to work. I worked I came home and then drew until I literally couldn't anymore lmao. I remember being dazed and exhausted after the Clock Keepers and my dad came up to my room literally right as I finished and asked, "Have you gone to sleep?" And I said, "NOPE! :D" I was living on energy drinks

I'm also 90% sure this started the "ren you're doing too much you need to chill the hell out" thing with me and my friends now

When I was doing these, I had only read the first ten volumes of Hanako-kun at the time, so I was stopped right in the middle of Picture Perfect. I had the second box set, but I just hadn't gotten the time to read it since I got it for Christmas. That means I didn't know Shijima's full deal, and I didn't even know Hakubo's name, so I was winging it hard.

All of the full pieces are linked by clicking their names :)

NO.7 HANAKO

You can tell from the speedpaint I was struggling hard with the pose lmao. I honestly felt like the one I chose was a cop-out and didn't feel energetic enough, but the time crunch got me. At this point, I was also really unsure about how I wanted to treat the colors, because I'd only just started dipping into seriously studying how Aida does it. So many references. And him wearing basically all black didn't help I wanted to scream. I was TRYING to keep everything as solid colors without falling back on overlay and multiply layers, but I got desperate. Still looks pretty good I think.

My favorite part was probably the hakujoudai and the detailing on his collar/shoulders! If I were to edit anything, I think I'd put more on the bottom half of the background because it feels a touch empty. kinda killed it on this pant leg and his hat tho

NO.6 HAKUBO

Like I said, I had no idea who Hakubo was. For the first half of things, I couldn't even find his name, I was just calling him "Shinigami-sama..." I wasn't going to go trampling into spoilers just for references either, so I was freaking out on what to do for the background. All I knew was that there was something to do with lotuses or bugs, and already having an idea of where I'd take Tsuchigomori, I took the lotus route. I uh also hope I didn't make his face too feminine. I don't know why but when drawing male characters who are larger or more built (even if it didn't turn out obvious in this piece) I somehow keep making them look like butches.

Shading his hair was the most fun part out of all of this, I usually never draw characters with hair as short as his, so it was a fun challenge! I'm also just a sucker for kimonos and flowy clothes. He was probably one of the most fun ones for me, even if he was so early on. I LOVE the texture I got on the skull. (even if it's technically too small.)

NO.5 TSUCHIGOMORI

Tsuchigomori onwards ALL used this sticky note full of thumbnails I drew at work for reference. Yes that is a note next to him that says + cuntier. He was also drawn on the same day that I did Hakubo, so I managed to buy myself some extra time.

I was so excited for this one because I could see it so well in my mind's eye, until I realized how many hands I'd need to draw. And then I sucked it up and locked in because I love Tsuchigomori. I'm so pleased with how I worked in more of the blues into the shading and his hair. It was at this point that I think I was understanding how I wanted to take the colors for all of these pieces! I enjoyed doing the fun trick I learned with the weave on his sweater and the spiderwebs where I drew a thick like and then erased the middle. Nearly forgot the markings on his forehead too lmao.

I wonder whose black book he's reading?

NO.4 SHIJIMA

Oh Shijima. I truly had zero real clue about her, and I managed to dodge spoilers about Mei even when I was looking up references. That's why she's painting using her paintbrush clone haha. It's still cute though, so I'm keeping it. Her hair kept giving me trouble because it's the kind of hair you draw and don't really realize just how big you're drawing it until you have to fix it. Actually, I'm having that exact issue on what I'm working on right now, and I'll fix it after I take a break.

I dug up a comment I made while I was working on it and I still stand by this.

There's also something a little odd about the positioning of her chin that I was too exhausted to fix, and I SUPER fudged the coloring on her hair. Also I really didn't know what to put in the background OTHER than the atelier, but I can't really draw buildings! So uh! The exhaustion was beginning to set in after 3 days of this. (Since Hakubo and Tsuchigomori were done on the same day. I didn't keep that time advantage for long though.)

think i fudged it okay, though.

NO.3 MITSUBA

I was struggling on Mitsuba some because that thing where you see/read something and then forget about it only for it to arise as something you think you did happened. That pose I thumbnailed on the sticky note was WAY too close to the official Hell of Mirrors standee/art. Luckily I contain extreme Mitsuba bias (shocker) and I was able to figure it out. I had a ton of problems shading his coat just like I did with Hanako. It's so hard to keep things from melding together when you've mostly got them wearing black.

It's an odd thing to be proud about, but I feel I did the best on the.. Legs of his pants, the chains and lockets, and the eyes and teeth on his jacket. That and the ribcage scarf. I'm really disappointed in myself for the background and his hair, if I'm being honest. I wanna fix his eyes. I STILL haven't figured out his hair either too. Which makes me even more surprised that my friends said, ren, your bias is showing on this one because I was like IS IT??? ARE YOU CERTAIN?

his hand turned out nice too and did i mention i had fun on the ribcage

NO.2 YAKO

I sketched the first initial draft for Yako on the same day I drew Hakubo and Tsuchigomori, but when it finally came time to sit down and draw her? I realized there would be so much empty space where I couldn't have fun with colors and it'd just be the white back of her kimono, so I turned her around and scrapped the idea of her fox form curling around her. I couldn't fit fox Yako in, and I'm STILL kind of bummed about that.

The flow of her hair was so much fun to figure out, as well as the patterns on her kimono. I'm really happy with the background, combining the aspects of the Misaki Stairs' original version and the one after she's been removed from her seat with the spider lilies. The lilies themselves are a little fudged if you look too close, so... Don't look too close? :3

loved the kimono. every bit. can't believe i had her turned around.

NO.1 AKANE/MIRAI/KAKO

MY FAVORITE PART ABOUT THIS WAS THE COGS IN THE BACKGROUND SORRY AKANE'S FACE BOTHERS ME I NEED TO FIX IT ONE DAY HE LOOKS TOO OLD I WAS LOSING MY MIND AND THE EXHAUSTION WAS KILLING ME IT BEGAN MY HATE OF DRAWING AKANE'S HAIR BECAUSE *GESTURES VAGUELY*

Uh okay some good things to say about this one... The colors were a ton of fun to figure out how to place, and I think I at least did a good job on that part. Shading gold things is always really fun! And at least Akane's ponytail was fun to make flow, I was riding the high from Yako's hair here. I think I got a lot of that fun flowy movement in here, which I'm pleased about. This was another one that my friends say turned out the best, again that I'm ??? about.

these cogs are my everything

FINAL THOUGHTS + EXTRAS

All of the kanji's colorings for their numbers were taken directly from the anime! I don't really wanna get rid of that fun reference even if in like, Tsuchigomori's case the colors are REALLY different from the main piece.

Most of the first day was spent on, Hanako of course, and then setting up the frames for everyone else to go into. I spent money to get the patterns to go on the colored part, actually. Constraining everyone to the frames helped a LOT in terms of balancing myself and made it fun to choose what elements would stick outside of them. If I pushed for entire full backgrounds, then I would have been doing even worse.

I was on the ropes at the end. I was half dead and drawing like I was possessed. And the catharsis of it being done and it all looking acceptable just. Ough. I don't know if I'll ever have a high like that again. There's an evil, evil part of me that says, ren! redraw all of them for s3 under the exact same constraints! And shit I might but I'll complain about it. I think it's more likely though that I go back and doctor them up some so I can print them as standees. Probably just for myself, but I do want to build a stock for artist alleys.

I had so, so much fun overall even if it was so much it really could have put my already bad health in more danger. I learned so much about coloring, lineart, framing things, and I really attribute my gauntlet to the explosion in my art progress. That, and my sheer adoration for this series. Am I rambling? I just love TBHK. It's only been 5 months since I first discovered it and it's done so, so much for me.

Even if you went and scrolled through all of this nonsense, which I don't blame you for, here's a little preview of what I'm trying to finish by next week for the finale.

I can't believe we're on the final episode! It's so close now, and it keeps flooring me how little time has really passed. I'll try and push to get SOMETHING else done before then, but we'll see. I've got so much I want and have to get done.

[saffusthings]

chapter 4: sacred new beginnings

ceo!oscar piastri x reader

summary: the one where things begin to shift into place.

word count: 1.2k

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She didn’t mean to linger after the meeting.

But Laura had stopped her just outside the conference room, raising a brow with a faint smile. “That arbitration point? Solid. You just saved Alex three days of unnecessary emails. Possibly a full breakdown.”

Y/N blinked. “That wasn’t my intention. But I’m… glad it worked?"

Laura looked at her a beat longer, then tipped her head toward the corridor. “Come on. You look like someone who could use a drink.”

Y/N followed, cautious but curious.

"A drink? But aren't we—"

"Coffee. Top shelf stuff when it's all you've got."

The break area wasn’t large, but it was quiet—tucked between glass partitions and lined with minimalist cabinetry. A kettle, mismatched mugs, a few communal snacks were scattered about the room. One man was stirring sugar into a chipped Manchester United mug like he’d been doing it every day for a decade.

“I think I’m breaking protocol by inviting you in here,” Laura said. “This is usually where we retreat to complain about our bosses and forget we’re licensed professionals.”

Y/N cracked a small smile. “You say that like I wouldn’t fit in.”

She made herself a cup of tea —strong and no sugar— and leaned back against the counter. She didn’t say much. But she listened. And when someone mentioned a client who’d once tried to cite The Crown as legal precedent, she deadpanned, “To be fair, it’s very persuasive television.”

It earned a genuine laugh from someone in the corner. Just one, but it was enough.

The next day, someone left her a sticky note that said ‘Very persuasive television’ is my new defense strategy. No name, just the note. 

But Y/N tucked it into the back of her notebook like it was a sign she could belong.

The legal department’s floor had the kind of quiet hum that masked a thousand frenzied thoughts – fingers tapping on keyboards, the low click of a printer spitting out a contract revision, someone sighing heavily into a mug of tea. Y/N liked it more than she expected.

Her desk was tucked near a window—good light, enough distance from the partners to breathe. She’d been at it for an hour, sorting through onboarding documents and scanning previous case notes, when a low voice startled her.

“Don’t let ‘em rope you into Thursday drinks. They never leave before midnight.”

She looked up.

It was Daniel, one of the mid-level associates. Tall, handsome yet always slightly disheveled, with a pen stuck behind his ear and a reputation for being the token personality hire in meetings.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “And how would you know?”

He smirked, dropping a manila folder onto her desk. “Because I’ve made the mistake twice. You don’t strike me as someone who enjoys being peer-pressured into tequila by people who quote merger law for fun.”

Y/N tilted her head, smiling. “You’d be surprised. I’m a pretty quick learner.”

That got a laugh out of him, small and unexpected.

“Welcome to the floor,” he said warmly, and walked off before she could thank him.

Later, Laura passed her a compliance brief with a sticky note that just said, You missed nothing in the 11am call. Except Peter accidentally sharing his screen mid-Tinder swipe. Truly a legal milestone.

Y/N grinned and jotted a response: If he matched with in-house counsel from Ferrari, does that count as a conflict of interest?

The note came back five minutes later with a hastily sketched “YES” in red ink.

By the end of the day, she hadn’t exactly made friends—but something quieter had settled in. Recognition. Familiarity. Like people were beginning to know what to expect from her: precise language,  good humor, and a readiness to challenge someone if the logic didn’t track.

It wasn’t much. But slowly, the ice chipped.

In a restaurant in Mayfair filled with dark wood, warm light, soft jazz threaded through the air like silk.

Oscar sat at a corner table, posture relaxed but careful. He was always careful. A glass of red wine sat untouched before him, and he checked his watch, though not impatiently. Just… habit.

He was dressed well—crisp shirt, navy jacket, no tie. The whole getup was polished without being performative. He didn’t need to try to look expensive. It simply happened.

The maître d’ walked a woman to his table, and Oscar stood when she arrived.

Stevie was striking in that effortless, elegant way. She shrugged the long coat from her shoulders like water off glass, her long hair tucked neatly behind her ears. Her lipstick matched the soft curve of the wine glass she lifted from the server’s tray on instinct.

“Hi,” she said, smiling—wide, practiced. “Sorry I’m late.”

Oscar smiled too – not as polished. Warmer, smaller.

“I figured you’d show up eventually,” he said, pulling out her chair.

Stevie sat down, crossed her legs, adjusted her napkin. For a moment, they looked like any other beautiful couple out for a beautiful dinner. The waiter came and went. Orders were placed. She reached across the table to brush something off the cuff of his sleeve—a gesture so casual it felt lived-in.

And for a moment, it looked like the kind of life people envied.

But then, somewhere between the water being poured and the bread arriving, her hand drifted into her coat pocket.

She drew out a small ring with a simple band. It bore no large diamond, but one big enough to still be elegant and quiet, like a promise of something better to come.

After a moment’s hesitation, she placed it on the table between them., not with anger or ceremony. Just… placed it.

Oscar didn’t move.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said softly. Her tone was gentle, but not fragile. She wasn’t breaking. She was unraveling with precision. “About all of this. About us.”

His jaw tightened the barest fraction. “Yeah?”

“I love you,” she said. And she meant it. He could tell. “I do. But I’m not… I’m just not ready.”

There was a pause. 

“I thought I could be. I tried to be, I really did. But this… it’s not just you. It’s– It’s your whole life, Oscar, And I don’t think I can step into that, not without lying to both of us.”

She didn’t say what she really meant—not directly, at least. She didn’t say, I don’t want to be a mother, not like this. Or, I don’t want to come second to a child who doesn’t speak but still somehow is the most important thing in your life. She didn’t say, I don’t want the responsibility of someone else’s future when I’m just beginning to enjoy getting to build my own. 

But she didn’t have to.

Oscar’s expression didn’t change. If she wasn’t watching carefully, she would have missed the flicker of something behind his eyes, the tiny shift like a door closing soundlessly down the end of a long hallway.

Quietly, he reached out and picked up the ring, turning it over once in his hand like it had once meant something.

It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it?

“I, uh, appreciate the honesty,” he said. His voice was low, steady. Not cold, exactly, but distant now, as if something had gone out like a light inside him.

She blinked, like she’d expected more of a reaction. 

Oscar could often come across detached or even stoic, but he usually made an effort not to be that way around her. She’d seen him smile and laugh for her, which was probably why the return of the seemingly unfeeling expression on the man sitting across from her surprised her. 

Perhaps she’d expected for this to take longer, to feel some kind of pull as she pulled herself away from this dance they’d done for so long.

“You’re not… angry?”

“No,” he said. “You’re allowed to want the life you want.”

She smiled at that, sad and with a twinge of almost gratitude. “You really are the kindest person I know.”

But she knew that wasn’t true – kindness would probably have begged her to stay.

Oscar just nodded. 

And when the check came, he paid for dinner anyway.

a/n: finally came back around to this series, decided to test out the waters a bit... what do we think?

[dakusan]

thinking of seungmin kissing away your tears. for whatever reason you cry, got a bad grade or whtv, and when you cry he's just like !!! he usually acts like this meanie but he's actually really soft and when he sees you cry his heart actually hurts, so he's kissing away your tears and makes himself all silly silly to make his baby laugh. then when you do laugh only then will he be relieved. (can you tell i love him?)

(and to the anon asking about spotify: i actually downloaded audiomack to listen to the albums and it's actually so much nicer, and there's all the stuff i usually listen to AND you can download stuff! for free! no limits, just an ad, but still! it's really cool, worth looking into!) (if you're not on premium at least, since it has all the premium features on it's free version)

OH MY GOD 🧎‍♀️ anon you cannot just drop this emotionally disarming act of tenderness and walk away. i’m on the FLOOR. you think he’s hurting? I’m hurting. because you are absolutely correct—seungmin is 90% snark and 10% raw, unfiltered affection and when that 10% activates??? it’s over for all of us.

thank you so much for the Audiomack tip!! you’re a real one for looking out for the non-premium babies 🫶 this rec is genuinely so helpful for anyone wanting to listen to my songs—it’s giving seungmin pretending to be a puppy just to make you laugh through the tears 🥹💛 i am gonna try something with spotify soon though, so let’s manifest together, babes. big things coming. 💫✨

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🐶 WHEN SEUNGMIN KISSES AWAY YOUR TEARS 🐶

the softest boy who pretends he’s not soft

— when you cry, he panics. Internally. The sarcasm flees his body and he becomes so still, eyes scanning your face like “who hurt you. give me their location. I’m sending a Google Calendar invite to the beatdown.”

— he cups your cheeks with both hands, leans in close, and gently kisses right beneath each eye. right where the tears fall. “You don’t cry alone. Not when I’m here.”

— the second he sees even a flicker of a smile, he’s like, “Good. Now I can go back to being annoying.” but don’t be fooled—he’s still rubbing circles into your back while doing a bad impression of your professor.

— makes you laugh by suddenly speaking in his weirdest voice. starts narrating your life like it’s a nature documentary: “Here we see a very sad creature... she’s crying... WAIT, she’s giggling. Mission complete.”

— won’t let go of you until he’s sure you’ve eaten, hydrated, and forgiven yourself.

— will never let anyone else see this side of him. just you. only you. that’s what makes it sacred.

— if you say sorry for crying, he shuts it down immediately. “No. None of that. You don’t owe me happiness. You just owe yourself kindness.”

— after you calm down, he won’t say “are you okay?” because he knows that’s not always the point. instead he asks,      “Wanna talk about it?” or “Wanna forget it happened and go bully Hyunjin in Mario Kart?” either way, he’s already booting up the console.

— later, when you're better, he acts like nothing happened... but then you find little things:      — a chocolate bar in your bag.      — your favourite hoodie freshly washed and folded.      — a sticky note that just says: “Even at your worst, I love you more than anyone ever could.”

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M I N I  D R A B B L E

You don’t mean to cry.

You really don’t. You’ve been holding it in all day—biting the inside of your cheek, blinking too fast, swallowing down that awful lump in your throat like it’s nothing.

But then you say the words out loud—“I failed. I actually failed.”—and suddenly your vision goes blurry, your shoulders shake, and your breath hitches like it’s caught in barbed wire.

You don’t even see Seungmin move.

One second he’s sitting across from you on the floor with that usual deadpan expression, and the next, he’s in front of you on his knees, gently cupping your face in his hands.

His thumbs are soft when they catch the tears.

“…Hey.” His voice is quieter than you expect. No sarcasm. No smugness. Just raw, gentle concern. “Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry too.”

You let out a breathy, miserable laugh and immediately try to look away, but he won’t let you. His hands stay steady on your cheeks, guiding your gaze back to his.

“It’s not the end of the world,” he says softly. “It’s one grade. One moment. Not a measure of you.”

You sniff. “Yeah, well, it feels like—like I’m a failure.”

Seungmin frowns. For a second you think he might scold you—but instead, he leans in and presses the gentlest kiss just beneath your left eye. Then your right.

“You’re not a failure,” he whispers, brushing away a fresh tear with the back of his finger. “You’re my person. And my person is brilliant. Even when she’s crying. Even when she forgets how much I believe in her.”

And then—because he can’t stand seeing you cry anymore—he pulls the most outrageous face you’ve ever seen. Crosses his eyes, sticks out his tongue, raises his eyebrows like a cursed cartoon gremlin.

“…Did it work?” he asks, blinking dramatically.

You hiccup through a laugh, and he grins—boyish and relieved.

“There it is,” he says, dragging you into his chest. “There’s my favourite sound.”

He kisses the top of your head and holds you there for a long, quiet moment, letting the room settle again. His hoodie smells like fresh laundry and home.

“…I love you,” you mumble against his shoulder.

His arms tighten. “Yeah. I know. You better.”

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thank you for the ask, angel anon—i’m biting my pillow like a Victorian widow over this emotionally repressed boy who turns into a human comfort plushie the second you cry 🥹🐶💛

and also THANK YOU for listening to my songs—like hello?? the way you trust me with your ears and your heart??? i am throwing flower petals at your feet. sobbing in lowercase.

you are so deeply loved in this space. pls never doubt it 🫶

[httpvomitello]

Hi can I request rottmnt x femreader villain

But y/n is just silly and just takes things like a jock and she just steals stuff and returns after a week or soothing and she steals from the world's most potential save on a daily basis and just spray paint ‘LoL This is way too easy’ and she works with Offer villain but just jock around lack one time when the boys are sneaking in the foot clang base and going around y/n, just frow a knife next to their face and just said ‘ If you give me 20 dollars I won't tell anyone ‘ and is just soo smug about it as well

Sorry if it's long just I really love your writing and all of it just makes me smile when I read it

Hello, hello! Owwn, thank you for liking my writing. That makes me really happy! Hope you like it ~ ♡♡♡♡

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? *⁠.⁠✧

The Turtles were knee-deep in another mission, sneaking through the Foot’s latest hideout to retrieve a crucial artifact Shredder had been hoarding. The lights flickered above, the tension thick.

“Alright, everyone stick to the plan,” Raph whispered, his tone authoritative.

“Yeah, yeah...” Leo muttered, rolling his eyes.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the silence, just as a knife lodged itself into the wall near Leo’s head.

“Hey, Blue, nice reflexes,” Y/N said with a smug grin, stepping out of the shadows like she’d been there the whole time. She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall like she owned the place.

Leo scowled, pulling the knife free. “Y/N.”

“Miss me?” she asked, her grin widening.

Mikey snickered. “Oooooh, Leo’s got a nemesis crush.”

Leo shot him a look. “Why are you here, Y/N?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, twirling another knife between her fingers. “But I’ll make you a deal. Give me twenty bucks, and I won’t rat you out.”

Raph groaned. “You gotta be kidding me.”

Y/N shrugged. “Your call, boys.”

Leo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. She always had a way of turning the situation into a joke. And worse? She was good at it. Begrudgingly, he fished out a crumpled twenty from his belt pouch and handed it to her.

“Pleasure doing business,” she said, tucking the cash into her pocket. “By the way, you’re going the wrong way. The artifact’s in the east wing.”

Leo blinked. “How do you—”

“Later, Blue,” Y/N said, tossing a lazy salute as she disappeared down the corridor.

Y/N wasn’t just a wild card; she was an entire deck shuffled out of order. She didn’t fight for Shredder’s cause. She fought for the sheer fun of it, making a game out of everything she did.

Just last week, she’d stolen a highly classified device from the Foot Clan’s own vault, only to return it a week later with a sticky note attached: “Too easy. Try harder next time :)”.

Shredder wasn’t pleased.

The next time the Turtles encountered her, she was lounging on top of the artifact they were supposed to retrieve, eating a granola bar.

“Hey, guys,” she said, waving nonchalantly.

“Y/N, move,” Leo said, his patience thinning.

“Relax, Blue,” she replied, taking another bite. “You’ll give yourself a wrinkle.”

“You’re gonna get caught one day,” Leo warned, stepping closer.

Y/N smirked. “Then what? You gonna come rescue me?”

Leo sighed. “Why are you even with the Foot Clan? You don’t take any of this seriously.”

“That’s the point, Leo,” she said, hopping down from the artifact. “Life’s too short to be all serious like you. Gotta have some fun.”

“Fun’s gonna get you in trouble,” he said.

Deep down, Leo knew he was saying similar things that Raph would say too, but Y/N could get on his nerves on that level. Even though he would never admit it out loud.

Y/N leaned in closer, her eyes locked on his. “Maybe I like a little trouble.”

Leo’s face heated. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re predictable,” she shot back with a wink.

The Turtles were on a mission, sneaking through the Foot Clan’s latest hideout to retrieve a stolen weapon. As usual, Raph took point, leading the way.

“Let’s make this quick,” he said. “The sooner we’re outta here, the better.”

The team moved like shadows, avoiding patrols, until they reached a dimly lit corridor. Just as Raph was about to signal for Donnie to disable the next set of lasers, a knife whizzed past his head, embedding itself in the wall with a solid thunk.

“Geez, Raph, you flinch like a rookie,” a familiar voice drawled.

Raph’s eyes narrowed as Y/N stepped out from the shadows, her signature smug grin plastered across her face.

“Y/N,” Raph grunted, gripping his sais. “What do you want?”

She crossed her arms, leaning casually against the wall. “Relax, big guy. I’m not here to fight.” She tossed a second knife in the air, catching it effortlessly. “But if you want to make this interesting, how about a deal? Twenty bucks, and I pretend I didn’t see you.”

Mikey burst out laughing. “Bro, she’s hustling you!”

Raph clenched his teeth. “Why do you always gotta show up when we’re workin’?”

“Because it’s fun,” Y/N said with a shrug. “And you’re all so serious. Lighten up, Raph.”

“I ain’t paying you a dime,” he shot back.

Y/N sighed dramatically, as if truly disappointed. “Suit yourself. But if I yell ‘Intruder!’ right now, you’ll have to explain yourself to about twenty Foot Soldiers.”

Raph stepped closer, towering over her. “You’re really pushin’ it, Y/N.”

She didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. Instead, she smirked wider. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Raph’s face turned red—whether from anger or something else, he couldn’t say.

Leo laugh. “Just give her the twenty so we can move on.”

Grumbling under his breath, Raph handed her the money.

Y/N grinned, tucking it into her pocket. “Pleasure doing business, boys.” She winked at Raph before slipping back into the shadows.

For weeks, Raph couldn’t get her out of his head. Every time the Turtles ran into her, she made it her mission to get under his skin. Whether it was sneaking up on him during missions or cracking jokes mid-fight, Y/N always found a way to mess with him.

And the worst part? She was good at it.

One night, the Turtles were patrolling the city when they spotted her perched on a rooftop, casually tossing a priceless artifact between her hands.

“Y/N!” Raph barked, leaping onto the roof.

“Hey, Red,” she said, unbothered by his sudden appearance. “Miss me?”

“Give it back,” Raph demanded, pointing to the artifact.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What, this old thing?” She tossed it to him without hesitation. “I was gonna return it tomorrow. Thought I’d give the museum a little excitement first.”

Raph caught the artifact, glaring at her. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game, hangin’ around the Foot.”

She shrugged. “Danger’s part of the fun.”

“You know it's not worth it,” Raph shot back, his voice softer.

Y/N smirked, stepping closer. “Aww, you care about me, don’t you, Raphie?”

Raph’s eyes widened. “What? No! I—”

She poked his chest with her finger. “Relax, tough guy. I can handle myself.”

Raph looked away, feeling a little shy. “You irritate me!”

“And you like it,” she teased, giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

The Turtles were in the middle of infiltrating a high-tech Foot Clan facility. Donnie had spent weeks preparing for this mission, hacking into security systems and designing gadgets specifically for the job.

“Alright,” he whispered, tapping furiously on his tablet. “Lasers deactivated, cameras looped. We’re in the clear.”

“Nice work, Donnie,” Leo said, giving him a nod.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s move,” Raph said, looking around.

Just as they were about to advance, the facility’s alarm system blared to life.

“What the—” Donnie frantically checked his tablet. “That’s impossible! I disabled the system!”

“Not impossible,” a familiar voice chimed in.

The Turtles turned to see Y/N lounging on a control panel, her legs swinging casually as she twirled a USB drive between her fingers.

“Miss me, Donnie?” she teased, her grin as smug as ever.

Donnie’s eye twitched. “Y/N. What did you do?”

“Just a little override,” she said, holding up the USB. “You’re good, Don, but you’re not me good.”

Donnie’s hands clenched around his bo staff. “Do you have any idea how much work went into this operation?”

“Oh, I do,” Y/N said, hopping down from the panel. “That’s why I couldn’t resist messing with you.” She tossed the USB to him. “Here. I turned off the backup alarms. You’re welcome.”

Donnie caught the drive, glaring at her. “Why? Why help us?”

“Because it’s fun,” she said with a shrug. “And I like seeing you all flustered. It’s cute.”

Donnie groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

“Thank you, love!” Y/N shot back with a wink.

After that night, Y/N seemed to pop up at the most inconvenient times, always one step ahead of Donnie’s carefully laid plans. She’d sabotage Foot Clan operations, only to help the Turtles in her own chaotic way.

It drove Donnie crazy.

One night, he decided to confront her. He tracked her signal to a rooftop where she was tinkering with a stolen piece of tech.

“Y/N,” Donnie called out, his voice sharp.

She looked up, unfazed. “Well, well. If it isn’t my favorite genius.”

Donnie crossed his arms. “Why do you keep interfering? What’s your angle?”

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to think. “Hmm... because it’s fun? Because I’m bored? Or maybe...” She stepped closer, smirking. “I just like getting under your shell.”

Donnie’s cheeks flushed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re adorable,” she countered, poking his chest. “All serious and focused. Lighten up, Don.”

Donnie huffed, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat. “You’re going to get yourself killed, messing around like this.”

“Then maybe you should keep an eye on me,” Y/N teased.

Mikey brought up the rear, humming quietly to himself, when he suddenly froze.

A flash of movement caught his eye, followed by a familiar voice.

“Hey, Orange, you look lost,” Y/N said, stepping out from behind a stack of crates.

Mikey’s face lit up. “Y/N! What’s up, dudette?”

“Not much,” she said with a shrug. “Just thought I’d see how my favorite turtle was doing.”

“Favorite? For real?” Mikey grinned, leaning on his nunchucks. “You’ve got good taste.”

Y/N smirked. “Don’t let it go to your head, Mikey.”

Just then, Raph’s voice came through Mikey’s earpiece. “Mikey, focus. We’ve got a mission.”

“Uh, yeah, about that,” Mikey said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y/N’s here.”

“Great,” Donnie groaned. “She’s going to blow our cover.”

Y/N held up her hands in mock innocence. “Relax, I’m not here to snitch. In fact...” She pulled out a small gadget. “I already disabled the cameras for you. You’re welcome.”

Mikey’s eyes widened. “Whoa, you’re like, our guardian angel!”

Y/N laughed. “More like your mischievous fairy godmother.”

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After that encounter, Y/N started showing up more often. Whether it was mid-mission or during a random patrol, she always seemed to find Mikey.

One night, the two of them crossed paths on a rooftop. Y/N was balancing on the edge, juggling stolen jewels like they were tennis balls.

“Nice moves!” Mikey called out, joining her.

“Thanks,” Y/N said, tossing him one of the jewels. “Catch!”

Mikey caught it easily, tossing it back. “You know, you’re pretty awesome for a ‘villain.’”

Y/N chuckled. “And you’re pretty chill for a ‘hero.’”

Mikey was fascinated by her carefree attitude, and Y/N couldn’t help but be charmed by him.

“You ever think about leaving the Foot Clan?” Mikey asked, leaning back on his hands.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “And do what? Join you guys?”

“Why not?” Mikey grinned. “You’d fit right in. Plus, we’ve got pizza.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Tempting, but I’m not exactly the team-player type.”

Mikey shrugged. “Doesn’t mean you can’t change.”

Y/N gave him a thoughtful look. “Maybe. But for now, I like keeping you on your toes.”

[starrihan]

hi starri! this is kinda my first time submitting an ask ever which is crazy since I've been on tumblr for months haha

anyways, i am a sub!jo truther for sure, but lately I've been wondering if there would be any times he'd be especially dominant, and I'm intrigued to hear your thoughts on that! preferably both sfw and nsfw :)

I'm not that imaginative when it comes to these so feel free to get as creative as you want with it!

→ Pairing: dom! Jo x afab! Reader

→ Genre: fluff, smut

→ Warnings: none!

→ Word Count: 1,100 words

→ Notes: Hello lovely! I’m so honored that I’m the first person you’ve sent an ask to, really thank you so much! I hope I did your idea justice and that you can use this as fuel for future ideas you may have! 😚

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SFW:

I feel like there are a couple of scenarios in which Jo would show a more dominant side in your everyday life. Aside from the usual him helping you reach stuff that are on the top shelf or doing you little favors here and there, I feel like he has pretty good control over his life.

He's a very free spirit in that he will do as he pleases, unless he has something planned out. I feel like he would mostly use his dominance when it comes to keeping you safe though. Always throws in a "be careful/ safe" or "call me if you need anything or feel uncomfortable," whenever you go out without him. Always offers to go with you if you’re going out alone or to tell him if he needs to be alert in case you wanna leave early.

He uses his height and build to his advantage, often intimidating people with how big he is. But especially if he sees that someone is making you uncomfortable. He'd brood over you, making sure you couldn't see the person and shoot them a glare. Isn’t really the type of person who likes PDA but will do it if he sees that it’s the only way to get someone to take their eyes off of you.

I could also see him being calm and peaceful as sort of dominant when you ask him for advice. He just gives off the vibe of "a man of few words" but that somehow makes him seem even more dominant. He not scared of anything, and doesn't express his emotions much. He's also very reliable which screams dominant to me.

Specifically if you're doing something with him, like playing basketball, and he sees you struggling or messing up, he would gently tell you how to do better or help you out.

Your friends all love him because he’s so reliable and responsible. If he’s ever out with you and your friends he’ll always offer to pay for everyone. Even if they reject his offer he comes off as personable and caring and therefore makes him seem more dominant.

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NSFW: MINORS DNI PAST THIS POINT

I thought of this after seeing clips of their recent concerts. I've said before that during Deer Hunter era Jo got a lot of praise for his dancing, singing and just his looks overall. He's more built now too, especially since he said that him and Maki would go on endurance runs after practice to build up stamina for their concerts.

I feel like Go in Blind era has given him so much more confidence, and he seems to be happy with the tour and the comeback, something I think definitely has a positive effect on your sex life.

He would come home after practice and his run, sticky with sweat stuck to him, hair flat against his forehead. Of course he always looked good to you, but something about the way his muscles were pumped after his run would have you all over him.

He'd gently remind you that he was dirty and sweaty, insisting he take a shower first. But the way he would grab your face, giving you a hot kiss before pulling away and smiling, leaving you all flustered, it felt like he had put you in your place a little.

His newfound confidence would translate into dominance. After his shower, he's find you on your phone, towel wrapped around his waist as he towers over you. You'd be looking up at him, gulping at how he looked down at you, hand caressing your cheek.

He’s tower over you, bending down and holding your face in his hands as he kisses you, jaw tight as his tongue slips into your mouth. Just the action alone is something that catches for off guard because he doesn’t usually do movement like this, and normally opts for the gentle route.

He’ll have you submitting to him in seconds. But even though he has you where he wants you, in front of him, dick shoved into your mouth, he's still very gentle. "You're doing so good for me baby..." His gentle praises, always asking what you want, and never denying you.

He also uses his muscles to manhandle you a little. If you want him to be a little more rough, he can surely oblige now. You find it hot when he pins you down, using one hand to keep your arms above your head, the other one going down to work on your clit as you beg him for anything.

Maybe he’s in a teasing mood after you’ve complimented his body so much, not giving you what you want until you ask him nicely for more.

He’s not usually like this which is what turns you on even more, begging for him to finally put his dick in you and give you what you want. And he’s nice enough to agree because he loves hearing you plea for him.

When he finally puts it in you you’re moaning really loud, almost screaming at the contact you’ve been deprived of for so long. Like I said before, he’s not much of a talker, but with this new confidence he tries it out more. “Are you enjoying this? Me teasing you so much?” And you can’t even speak and nod instead because you can’t stop moaning and whining.

He loves seeing you like this though, a newfound lust and drive to make you cum as hard as you can taking over him when he sees that his dick is actually making you go stupid. Something awakens in him (the bloodline, mayhaps? 🤔) that makes him go crazy, pushing your legs up to your chest and pounding into you with a force you’ve never known he had.

Each thrust eliciting a new sound from your lips as he sucks and bites down on your neck is like music to his ears, holding off on cumming until you do. And normally he’s really good about pulling out and cumming on you, but watching his love bites bloom on your neck and the way your mouth is hung open from pure bliss after your orgasm has him losing control, cumming in you for the first time.

You can’t even care right now because you’re in heaven, feeling so full from his cum that you fail to produce any coherent words. He’s panting, sweating all over you as he tries his best to not collapse on top of you. 

“I think I might need another shower now…”

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[yaut-jaknowit]

okay, okay, I got an idea for a while that you mightttttt enjoy

Basically, Nsfw idea lesgo 🔥, imagine an Elder just fucking you in a empty council room after a frustrating meeting (amab reader if you’re comfortable with it because i’m lowkey incapable of reading smut with any other gender💀)

Stress Reliever

Pairing: Wolf (Male Yautja) x AMAB!Reader

Warnings: rough sex (usual for these guys), knotting (again), mlm sex, anal sex, abandoned cock, no foreplay, no prep (straight to the point), aftercare, hints of voyeurism, blood and biting, sort of cnc (concent giving but not said, agreed upon before story starts), use of ‘good boy’, light aftercare.

Word Count: 2101 (I wish this was longer)

Summary: Wolf is frustrated after a meeting gone wrong. He has to release that pent up anger some how. Oh, how generous of you to be in the room with him.

Author Note: I'm more than happy to write AMAB stuff for you! If there's anything incorrect in here, please let me know. I don't have the body parts soooo I tried! I know you like Celtic but he's not an elder so I hope Wolf is fine for you. I do love that old, grumpy elder. If only I could get my hands on him

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Ao3

From his chair at the meeting table, you could feel the tension in his body. Strung tighter than a bow ready to snap. Halfway through the council meeting, Wolf had placed a heavy hand on your thigh, claws lightly biting into your flesh. The pressure grew over time till blood had been drawn at the conclusion of the meeting.

The mighty hunter ordered everyone out in an instant. His thundering voice echoing back at him like a storm ready to unleash its strength. A storm you were trapped in. The ridged grasp on your poor thigh had yet to waver, even as the last Yautja evacuate the council room.

It was only a breath before Wolf had strike like a predator on its prey. In one instant, Wolf pinned you, chest down, bent over the council table. His unbearable heat blanketed your feeble body. Chitters and snarls vibrated your back and raced up your neck, creating goosebumps in their wake. The elder had you promptly at his will.

A hand found its way to your hip, claws biting through the shirt to graze your skin. You shuttered at the feeling and released a shaky breath. Those unsteady noises were drowned out by the heady, dominating growl that had blood rushing to your undeniable growing shaft. “Wo-Wolf,” you breathed his name as if it was a sin to speak a decibel louder.

Warm, thin tresses created a partial curtain. Wolf’s hand on your hip tightened. “Paya,” he murmured barely above an inhale. Then, he tore the clothing covering your waist and legs clean off. The sudden rush of air hitting the exposed skin had you yelping, thighs clenching together. As if the male wouldn’t just pry them open if he wanted to.

In an uncoordinated, rushed move, Wolf slithered a hand to the back of your knee and jerked it up. Your leg was forced onto the table. The toes on your other foot scrapped, barely touching the ground now. He had you folded into the position he wanted.

You squirmed under his hefty, muscular weight for only a moment. The Yautja snarled and snatched the back of your neck. “Stay,” he bit a domineering command that shook you to your core. Your cock jumped and bumped into the table. A hiss coming from clenched teeth at how sensitive the tip had already become.

All you could mange was a whimper and weak nod, body resting pliantly on the stone table. Wolf stayed for a few moments before pulling his weight off of you. In this position, you weren’t able to fully see his figure from the corner of your vision.

His hips were pulled away from you. Sounds of metal and leather being mess with hit your ears. Before you had the chance to act upon thoughts of disobeying him, the Yautja returned in full force.

Thick, sticky, and hot. His shaft rested at the end of your tail bone and slowly slide across your soft skin. The weight was all too familiar. But, it always felt better inside, knotted, and milked dry.

One of his hands grabbed the entire of one globe and spread it. Your tight, although, plenty stretched hole, throbbed. Without hesitance, Wolf jerked his hips back and lined up the tip. The sharp head resting between the ring of muscles.

With a single thrust, the entire length was shoved inside of you. Despite the pain of the stretch, sounds of pleasures spilled from your lips like gold. A cry echoing back at you, ringing through the chambers like a choir. In the mixture of your own sounds came with the snarl and grunts of the lethal predator taking you. His hips slapping to yours in fervor, releasing all the pent anger of the last two hours.

“W-Wolf!” you sputtered his name, hands clawing at the stone underneath you. Your nails dragged across it and couldn’t find an ounce of purchase to ground you for a moment.

“Pauk-de take it! Take it, little mate!” he spat out harshly in the wild fury of his pounding thrusts. “Those tarei’hasan are clueless.” Wolf laid more of his weight on top of you which effectively crushed you. “They had no clue to how Kainde Amedha hunt.” Sharp, lethal fangs scrapped across the skin on your neck. “Know it all’s!”

A particular thrust had you seeing stars while your body began to shake. “And I get to you use you.” Wolf clamped down on the crook of your neck, drawing blood. “All mine to release my rage on.” When your muscles fluttered around him at that last sentence, his hips stuttered with a groan. “Yeah, you pauk-de don’t mind it. Pauk-de loving it.” You practically heard the smirk in his guttural voice.

Yet, the Yautja lost himself to his frustration and need for release now. The oh-so levelheaded male was drowned in his emotions he hadn’t felt the way you were tightening on his. The way his deflated knot was already catching on your muscles.

Time slowed for the seconds leading up to an exploding climax. Everything kept building up despite this all being about Wolf releasing his frustration. At the top of this razor sharp edge, you were shoved over without a care in the world. Your cock twitch as it burst out the first rope of cum onto the underside of the table onto the ground.

Wolf snarled deafeningly straight into your ear when he felt your walls capture him in a vice grip. It forced his hips to stutter to an exasperated speed. In the heat of the moment, a hand curled around you throat. He pressed you against his chest and snarled a deep growl.

The moment he could slip out, he did only to shove the entire length of him straight back into you. A sputtering, nonsensical blabber spilled from your drooling lips. The oversensitivity far greater than you were expecting. And, you didn’t want it to stop. He let loose like a cannon destroying a fleet. This wasn’t about you. Not in any way shape or form.

A Yautja in need of release of pent up, boiling rage.

At every new slam into you had your spent cock hitting the table. The shocks of oversensitivity had your mind reeling to grab at yourself. But your muscles were locked tight, making it hard to even breathe.

“I’m the Payasaken Kainde Amedha specialist! Knowing…” his words trailed off into Yautja. A deep, nasty Yautja that had you shivering at the sounds.

He straightened up. Both of his scaly hands groped at the flesh of your cheeks and spread them as far as possible. His fire-filled eyes zeroed down on the way your abused hole was forced to stretch wide at each thrust. The way his deflated knot was shoved in then pulled back in a manner that conveyed his rage. He craved the sight of this small, vulnerable ooman struggled to take his cock. You were already a mess of wasted, spent cum and sweat blanketed your skin.

He was far from done with you.

A shift of his hips had the sharp tip of his cock driving down into your prostate then the knot to press against it. The double whammy had your vision swimming as you squirmed wildly underneath him. The overstimulation growing nearly painful.

Wolf released a threatening snarl and draped his weight over you again. Once more, without choice, you were trapped underneath. “There’s no escaping this, mate. You’re going to take what I give you.” The hand around your throat had tightened to a point that slowed the blood flow to your brain. You being to the effects of lack blood to your brain quickly.

Even in a fervorish state, Wolf knew when to release the pressure on your throat just to do it all over again three more times. Until he could smell the tall tale sign of your climax rising again. A Cheshire grin on his alien face as his thrusts begin to lose their coordination. The predator focusing on short but powerful drivers of his hips.

The hand not around your throat slithered between the two of you to press down on the small of your back. Enough to tilt your hips further down. One thrust and it was done.

Electricity shot through the taunt body of the Yautja as he slammed his hips flush to you. He bellowed a mighty roar that could be heard through the halls. The ball of flesh that sat at the base of his heft shaft swelled with a rush of blood. Ropes of hot, burning cum was milked at each squeeze of your stretched walls.

The entire frame of muscle that towered over you rested upon you like a heavy blanket. Deep, guttural breaths came from the spent creature that had just plowed you. You whimpered at the feeling of your asshole on the verge of splitting from the size of his girthy knot locked inside of you. Not a single drop of cum to be spilt past the ball of flesh nestled within you.

Purrs poured from Wolf’s throat. Sweaty, well-worn palms stroked down you side in a calming manner. Scratchy shushes falling from his mouth. “Good… good little mate. Such a good boy. Taking my knot. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Until this point, you hadn’t realize your entire body was shivering from the oversensitivity he forced upon you. You couldn’t tell if your cock or hole ached worse. You whined.

“Paya, look at you,” he murmured and stayed above you. “The feeling of you tight around my knot drives me crazy.” Wolf let an arm to curl around your torso and timidly picked up. With the size difference, Wolf kept you suspended, toes unable to touch the ground. “Makes me want to pull out and take you all over again.”

In the haze of your mind, you felt him sit back down on his chair and put you in his lap. The two of you are trapped for the unforeseeable future. Your legs were spread to be on the outside of his legs, letting the empty room see the way he has filled you. Your spent shaft lying limp, resting where your thigh meets your torso.

The purr that still resonated from him vibrated along your skin. They sent a wave of goosebumps. Your head was lolled back to rest on his chest, eyes closed. Warm, rough hands soothed the skin on your inner thighs. “You’re still so tight, mate,” he purred straight into your ear. “No matter how many times I stretch you.”

For the moment, you could only airily huff and rolled your eyes. Claws ghost down your inner thighs to stop where your cock rested. When a hand swaddled the softened shaft, you stuttered a gasp and whined in discomfort.

His hand engulfed you and added a light pressure that had you squirming in his lap. “Look at you.” There was a Chesire grin planted on his face. Little, minute spurts of post-cum escaped and pathetically down the head only to be used as lube. Wolf softly twisted his wrist. You choked on air, body tensing up. A threatening snarl tearing from the elder’s throat as he locked his muscles. “At my hands wills.”

“Soon, I have another meeting.” Wolf’s words echoed in your brain. Your body locked up, eyes snapping open to thankfully found the room still empty. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way your cock jumped at the notion. “A magnificent sight of my knot locked deep inside of you. Something to walk into. Smell, taste,” he murmured lowly and gently stroked your deflated cock.

Sparks of hot, blazing electricity fired off of ever nerve in your body. Due to the knot still inside your stretched ass, there was no place to scuttle off to. Only you could just sit there and endure the hand stroking away at a teasing but maddening pace. Every sound made was consumed by the elder’s ears in an instant. All just for him.

Before he could push you too far into a dumb state, Wolf released his hold on you. Slowly, he reached over to grab an item then pressed it to your lips. “Drink,” he commanded. Unable to fully think, you just simply listened to his order. Your lips parting to consume the liquid provided for you.

Once he was satisfied with your intake, Wolf pulled the glass away and discarded it on the table. A purr started back up like an old farm truck to vibrate your bones. You laid there, content from his hands softly petting you.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hello lovie🫶🏻 as of the past mmm three days I’ve been coming back to your account and reading your tan fics, they’re just SO good!! I couldn’t help but maybe put in a request?? I’m not quite sure if you’ve done one of these before, but would it be too much trouble to do a sort of hurt/comfort type fic, where tan comes back from a mission absolutely tattered and beaten and reader instantly helps mend his wounds?? Idk what it is but I’m an absolute WHORE for these kind of fics. omg and reader uses rubbing alcohol on his cuts and stuff and he starts wincing and she goes “sorry, it’ll hurt” and he retorts with “really?? hadn’t noticed” or something like that HSJSKSN and throughout this WHOLEEE thing he’s just staring at her so lovingly and eventually they both lean in to kiss SJJWW IM SORRY BUT HES JUST SO AHHHHH😭🫶🏻🫶🏻lysm girlie, your writing makes me literally kick my feet, giggle and twirl my hair🫶🏻🫶🏻

hii omg omg thank you cutie!!!🤍 done a fair few of these but I love the wound cleaning trope ESPECIALLY with tan! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

CUTS AND SCRAPES.

tangerine x reader (gn) — fluff

word count. 790

!! blood mentions

No matter how late it would be when Tangerine returns home, you'd still wake to the sound of the front door softly closing - the sluggish footsteps of your lover creeping inside. And without fail, you would find yourself stepping down those stairs to greet him with a sweet, welcoming smile.

Though tonight —well, extremely early morning— when you heard him come through the front door, instead of hearing his usual exasperated sighs, you heard groans - like he was in pain. And without missing a beat, you followed that noise, feet cascading down the steps to check he was okay.

You find him in the kitchen, leaning over the island - dampening a cloth in the sink. 

"What happened to you?" you ask, voice quiet as you look over his face - taking note of the cuts, bruises and the crusted, dried-bloody state of a nose. "You okay?" 

"In fuckin' agony," he mumbles, wincing when he places the cloth to his forehead. 

You walk around to meet him behind the island and reach into the cupboard under the sink, picking up one of the many med-kits around the house. Collecting a bag of frozen peas, you nod Tangerine over to the kitchen table, gesturing for him to sit in front while you lay the kit and bag on the surface.

He follows suit - taking a seat and scooching the chair closer to you, placing the bag of peas over his knuckles.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, trying to ease him. You look up at him, turning your eyes away from the contents in the first aid kit - trying to gauge his response. "You don't have to... but it might help though."

He shakes his head faintly, sniffling in his usual mannish way. "No, I'm good, love," he dismisses.

You only nod, accepting that he'll come to you when he's ready. You slip on a pair of medical gloves and tear open an antiseptic wipe, hesitantly reaching for the cut on his forehead. "You ready?" you ask, pushing back a messy, unkempt curl with your free hand.

"Not particularly."

His apparent unease about the wound cleaning was almost endearing - it was oddly humanising to see the vulnerability in his usual cold assassin shell. Or the bravado he often puts on around others.

"I'll be gentle," you say, voice almost distracted as you carefully run the point of the cloth around the cut - cleaning it. 

His face grimaces, his features pulling together uncomfortably. 

"Sorry, this bit hurts," you try to comfort him, eyes glued on his forehead. 

He hums shortly, the noise like an unamused 'humph.' "Ya'think? Hadn't noticed— fuck."

"You moved, I'm sorry. Keep still." 

He exhales harshly, attempting to pull himself together. He prods the bag of peas with his other hand, trying to use it as a distraction as you finish up with his cut. 

"Nearly done," you say, laying a plaster flat over his wound - soothing the sticky edges over his skin. You press a kiss into your finger and stamp it onto the covered dressing. "There we go."

Without thinking otherwise, you move on and attend to the other mild injuries - his knuckles up next. You remove the peas, placing them on the table while you slip your hand under his beaten one, holding his palm in your hand. 

"Looks like you got a few licks in," you joke, nodding to his bruised, cut-up fist. 

"Just a few," he jests, mindlessly grazing his fingers over the back of your hand - caressing you. 

You laugh faintly, the sound amused. You run the damp cloth over his knuckles, cleaning up the residual flecks of red he tried to clean earlier.

Unbeknownst to you —your attention solely on his hand— he's looking at you, his expression like that of admiration. Half-lidded eyes scan you attentively, watching the way you care for him. 

"Thank you," he says, words gentle. 

You hum, peering up from his hand to look at him. 

"I mean it," he emphasises, holding onto your gaze when you try to glance back down. 

You squeeze his hand gently and press a kiss to his knuckles. Lips against his skin as you whisper. "I know."

And just as you're about to release his hand, his other moves to cup the side of your face - his grip light and tender as he pulls you in for a kiss. He lingers longer than necessary —longer than usual— as if to soak in the feeling of being back home and safe. 

You pull away first, resting your forehead against his brow bone. "I missed you."

He thumbs over your cheek, his hold still faint on your face. "Missed you."

[noirsdoll]

-> blurred lines

pairing: james sunderland / bimbo!reader

words: 2.1k

tags: rape, roofieing, thigh fucking, minor panty kink, james is rlly desperate, this is also straight porn like my last james fic, minor suicidal ideation, crazy unexpected surprise at the end!!

notes: i wrote this from 4-5am on a random saturday LMAO this is so self indulgent just some sloppy sex cuz james is horny and out of practice and i want him

read it on ao3

James wants to drown.

As he watches that white tablet sink, down and down through the layers of juice and booze and liqueur, he thinks about how peaceful it must be.

Adrift, lungs filled with water, so close with the ocean that it’s reached inside of him. There is tranquility with death, but James finds himself undeserving of it. He longs for the silence of it all more than the finality.

And then the sounds around him flood back in. The violent boom of the bass, the buzzing light of the lasers. The dimness of the club cannot hide how fucking overstimulating everything is. How is this the place where everyone decides to go?

You chose it, a pretty young thing that is more of an arm piece than a person, who is so lost in whatever banal thing is coming out of James’s mouth that you don’t notice the pill that is fizzing out at the bottom of your drink. James not-so-discreetly glances down at it, white vapours trailing through the murky liquid of whatever fruity thing you ordered.

His palms are sweaty and sticky, he wiped them down his pant legs. It’s so hot in here, his jacket was the wrong choice for tonight it seems. His heart is hammering like crazy, he feels so suffocated here.

You haven’t noticed— or you’re pretending not to notice, James isn’t good at reading people. If he was, he wouldn’t need to be in a dark club where the only thing he can see is the outline of your legs and the sparkle of your eyes.

Fuck, he is really sweating. Will you notice? Will you scream, shout? Point at him and crucify him? This is a horrible idea, an impulse, based on the fear that you might say no and James really cannot handle anymore of those right now.

Maybe he didn’t need to, of course, he didn’t need to, but it was easy and James loves easy. He talks to you, but not too much, he nods when you speak, repeats what you say right back to you to show that he’s listening and you should trust him and to definitely ignore the fact that he just roofied you.

That’s a strong word, James isn’t big on grand gestures, but it was a dumb idea, he’ll admit that— in his head, not to you, not when you bring the glass to your lips and take a sip. Your face wrinkles and you glance at your drink in confusion. James’s stomach drops to his feet.

“It tastes funny all of a sudden. That’s weird.” You smack your lips a couple times for good measure, really coating your mouth in it. James swallows the comical lump in his throat. He didn't use the normal stuff. He used a sleeping pill he had lying around in his jacket pocket. Definitely not colourless or flavourless like the real thing.

“It might have been sitting a while,” he says, like that’s how alcohol works. Usually it tastes better when it’s been laying around, not vice versa.

But you’re dumb and hot, so you just nod and down the rest of it. James is in awe of how he got so lucky. The undissolved residue of the white pill almost glows in the darkness, like a neon sign pointing to James’s offense.

You don’t notice because your fingers are brushing his on the club table, manicured nails tracing the veins on his hands. You give him ‘fuck me’ eyes that he is so sure you have leveled at so many other men. He is just a face in a crowd, a grain of sand in a desert, he is nothing to you.

That’s what he wants.

James can make this work. When you start to droop and slur is when James decides to lug you out of the club. Your body is up against his as you lean on him for stability, flush skin against his cold body. He always runs cold, especially in the night air.

The back seat of his car is stuffy and stained and smells suspiciously of rot. But you don’t notice because you are too busy being half asleep, murmuring intelligible things under your breath.

James gets to work, wondering if he would’ve preferred you saying no to you saying nothing at all. Your heels land on the floor of the car and your panties are tossed onto the front seat for safe keeping.

His hands dwell on the softness of your thighs and your knees and your calves, every womanly curve and bend and your warmth. James’s dick nudges your thigh and he has the realization that he’s able to do whatever he wishes since you are too out of it to frown and complain about ‘being too tired’.

You’re pretty like a sex doll, thighs wider than your waist as he slots his dick between the plush pillows of flesh. He’s dripping pre in syrupy strings, running along the underside of his cock and drooling just like him.

Your thighs are so smooth, but James doubts they’ll compare to your pussy. He holds them tightly together as he fucks them, thighs squeezing the head of his cock as it peeks out through the expanse of fat.

He moans softly into the quiet, humping you more than he’s fucking you, lips sloped over the curve of your ankles. There is so much of you to sink his teeth into, he can’t take it. It’s like he’s fucking a dead body rather than an actual person.

He hikes up the glittery fabric of your dress till it rests right under your tits, baring your stomach. He glances down and stares at the dripping seam of your shaved pussy. Fuck, you are so pretty. James can really see all of you now that you’re in proper lighting.

It feels so good, James whimpers and whines and moans, able to let out any sound he desires while you lay conked out on the car seat. He finally gets to fuck something other than his fist. Not many people are eager to get in bed with him, a big wet dog of a man.

James is gonna cum, he can feel it, and even through his haze he knows this would be a waste if he didn’t at least fuck you once properly. He’ll be careful enough not to blow his load inside though. He’s not good with responsibility.

With reluctance he slips his dick away, your inner thighs are all shiny with him. Keeping your thighs together, the pretty squish of fat, his mouth slinks down, his nose pressed against your clit as he sinks his tongue into you. Your thighs press against his face and almost suffocate him as he eats you out, James has to fight the urge to jerk his cock as he does this. It’s so good.

You start to rouse, your hips squirming, grinding messily against his face. It gets hard to breathe, James doesn’t mind. This is practice for when he eventually drives his car into the ocean, a couple hours after this, he bets.

One big hand holds your stomach down against the car seat, giving him a better position to tongue fuck you. He laps up your slick like a good dog, he loves the taste. He’s missed having a cunt to eat every night.

“James?” You mutter sleepily. It isn’t hard to connect those dots, so he doesn’t congratulate you. When you were looking at him like you wanted to fuck him, he was doing the same back. His mouth is too occupied to want to speak anyways.

Your nails scrape against the seat, he feels your pussy squeeze around his tongue. Drooling all over yourself, only adding to the stains. “James,” you whine, pressing your cunt eagerly against his face. “Did I… fall asleep?”

“Yeah,” he says, pulling his mouth away, licking slick off his lips. “I took care of you though.”

You blink up at him, still clearly out of it. “Oh… okay.” Your hips shift toward him, a silent plea to keep going. You don’t seem to even care that he’s undressed you and put his mouth on you when you’re half asleep. He’s lucky that you’re so dumb. You probably wouldn’t even care if he slipped his dick in.

James gets between your legs again, kissing your clit with two fingers inside you. He lets your thighs part to rest on either of his shoulders, able to see your face drunk on ecstasy. You look down at him and he feels important, like he has something to offer.

You moan his name real pretty too, back curling like a cat as he lets you wind fingers in his hair, nails dragging along his scalp and making him moan.

And then you cum and getting his dick inside you becomes a life or death situation. He runs his cock along your wet slit and you whine, loud. James uses his thumb to guide the head in, he salivates as it dips through that first ring of muscle, disappearing into the fat folds of your pussy. And then you take more and more, every inch of a cock that is much bigger than James deserved.

You’ve already been fucked open countless times, James knows that, he was betting on that, but seeing it in action still sours his mood a little. This is for the best though, no whiny virgin begging him to take it slow. You’ll take your pounding like a good girl.

He fucks you hard and well, your moans shake as his skin smacks against your thighs. You’re so warm and wet, better than a fist or a pillow or a lump of silicone. Nothing beats the real thing, there is so much of you to grab a hold of.

James tugs the spaghetti straps of your dress down to bare your tits, they droop a little once freed from your bra, barely getting the chance before James’s hand swallows them up, fat spilling past his fingers. He doesn’t twist your nipples and hurt you, he just wants to feel you, feel the warmth of a body before the cold release of death.

He lets out an embarrassed whine when you squeeze around him just right, pulling him so close to that edge he has been fighting. So James decides to give up, pulling out, his shaft all shiny with pussy slick, returning to where he really wants his dick.

He slides it back between your thighs, right at the spot that he’s already gotten wet. The extra slide from your pussy makes him moan more. You lay there and watch him, confused and still turned on.

Then your thumb starts to rub his head as it pushes through your thighs and James really can’t take it anymore. He blows his load all over your stomach, spurting thick ropes all over your skin.

And you watch eagerly, dragging your finger through the mess and licking it clean. What a slut.

James does the good samaritan thing and drives you home, helping you back into your heels and vehemently denying you ever wearing panties. And you believe him, walking on shaky legs to your apartment complex.

He watches you leave, grabbing the underwear he hid and draping the gusset over his hard cock. It kicked right back to life almost the second after you both finished, and he needs to take care of it.

James sits there in the driver’s seat, head thrown against the headrest as he fucks his fist up into your panties. The perversion and the memory of you and those pretty lips he could’ve stretched open on cock, the perfect tang of your pussy slick and the wet heat of your cunt have him soaking your underwear in another load.

He already felt bad about drugging you, and now the post nut clarity hits even harder as he peels the soiled fabric off his dick and chucks it in his glove compartment. His car smells like your perfume, it’s a nice touch, James decides to finally do what he’s been wanting to.

It’s an hour later when his car careens off a cliff, sinking down into the murky depths of the water, the moon his only witness.

[mamisfavmosher]

Can I request poly! Judgement Day with a s/o who's a stationary enthusiastic? Never leave me alone in the stationary section at the drugstore because I will buy the entire world

thanks for the request!

stationary sweetheart // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

Readers POV

My eyes widened as I spotted the stationary section. All the bright colors, the pretty gels and inks, the various patterns printed onto sticky notes, the different textures of paper, the abundance of notebooks and notepads. All of it drew me in and I couldn't stop myself when my feet started moving closer and closer.

I slowly walked down the aisle, stopping multiple times to admire something. Coming to a halt, I looked around and realized that my four partners were no where to be seen. Furrowing my brows for a second, I shrugged and carried on browsing.

I gasped when I saw it. The prettiest pen I had ever laid my eyes on. The stick of the pen was wrapped in purple ribbon and purple feathers sprouted from the top. I carefully grabbed the pen and observed it in my grasp. Removing the cap, I scribbled lightly on a piece of sampling paper and immediately grinned. The ink was a beautiful purple gel.

Meanwhile, the other four members of the Judgment Day had been on one mission: get cough medicine. That was until they noticed their fifth member and beloved girlfriend was no longer following behind them. Rhea immediately started to panic, thinking of the worst. The four of them made quick work of spreading out through the store to search.

Back in the stationary section, I happily smirked as my eyes landed on the marker display. These were some of my favorites as my partners would usually let me color on their tattoos to waste time, so I'm always on the look out for new colors. I spotted a packet of pastel markers and another packet that had an 'under the sea' color palette. Holding both packets in my arms along with my purple pen, the various shades and patterns of sticky notes caught my eye. Wandering over to them, I inspected all the different prints and picked up a few packs. I knew we needed some more at the house, so my partners should understand.

A dark blur crossed the aisle opening in front of me before stopping and quickly backing up. "Sweetheart, we've been looking all over for you!" It was Dom. He walked over to me and chuckled at the sight of my arms filled with stationary goodies.

"Sorry, Dom Dom. I couldn't help myself! But, look!" I held out the pretty purple pen and moved it around so the feathers would tickle him.

"That's a real nice pen, chica, but you had Mami worried sick." Dom lectured, but gently smiled at me before I could defend myself. "Let me tell her I found you real quick." He pulled out his phone and sent her a text.

Before either of us had time to leave the aisle, Mami came barreling around the corner and swiftly walked over to us. "Baby, you can't just walk away from us like that! We had no idea where you went!" She said in an exasperated manner, her brows furrowed.

"Mami, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to look at all the pretty stuff... Plus, we're out of sticky notes at home." I held up one of the multiple packs of sticky notes in my arms and watched with a small smile as her resolve faded.

She sighed and shook her head before grabbing all of the items from my arms and putting them in her basket. "Well, thanks for getting the sticky notes, babe. Just let one of us know when you want to go down a specific aisle next time. You scared the hell out of me... thought something happened to you." She held out her hand for me to grab, which I did before proceeding to kiss her cheek. Rhea smirked down at me, then switched her attention to the two men jogging into the aisle. Damian and Finn were out of breath as they looked at me with pointed gazes.

"Don't worry, guys. Rhea and I already gave her the lecture." Dom chimed in, picking up a pack of Halloween stickers behind him and holding it up for me to see. "You want more stickers, too, baby?"

I gasped, "Yes!", snatching the stickers and throwing them in the basket.

"Lass, what do you need that many sticky notes for?" Finn eyed the contents of the basket and looked to me. I pulled the three packs out and held them up to him.

"This one's for whatever anyone wants, this one's for dates on the calendar, and this one's for me to leave little notes around the house for you all." I shyly smiled and gently put them back in the basket.

"You're too sweet, babygirl." Damian pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head. "I better get the most lovey-dovey shit in those little notes." He said with raised eyebrows.

"Of course! The most lovey-dovey shit for all of you." I giggled and Damian attacked the side of my head with soft kisses.

He nuzzled my face into his chest. "Our sweet little angel. But, don't ever scare us like that again." His voice became stern.

"I won't, promise." They all gave me a quick kiss before we checked out and headed home to make good use of my new stationary goodies.

[ro4love]

Hii <33e i have a req, how about bllk guys confessing their feelings to reader during an argument? Nothing TOO heated tho :DD i was thinking about bachira, barou,chigiri, kunigami (pre wc cuz hes the sweetest), and gagamaru while ur at it (i understand if its kinda complicated to write for him, u can do or not:3)

Take care!

“Kiss and make up”

When the bllk boys accidentally spilled their feelings during an argument..

Characters: Bachira, Chigiri, Barou, pre!wc Kunigami, Gagamaru

Cw: fluff!, bad writing, ooc!, fem!reader implied

Bachira Meguru —

Light banters usually happen between you both by Bachira doing something silly

“Bachira why is there a sticky note on my back—“ snatches it before you could read it

Cue you’re persistence to get the note from him because you’ve had that note on for HOURS WITHOUT YOU REALIZING…

“Bachi— gimme!” “Nooo you’ll know my biggest secret!” “What the hell are you talking about dumbass!”

“That I have a big crush on you, duh!”

The world stops. Even Bachira stops moving, and he never sits still

“Bach—“ “Oops! I wasn’t supposed to say that yet”

You we’re gonna open your mouth to say something but he bolted out of the room before you could

The note wrote “prettiest girl”

Chigiri Hyoma —

you’re trying to playfully banter with him but he just don’t gaf I’m afraid

“Chigiri… can’t you just play along with me?” “Now you just sound sad”

You slowly resort to physical methods, like biting him. He let’s you albeit with a disappointed sigh

“My bar is seriously in hell..” “well— wait… what does that mean?”

He tensed up. You felt it.

“G-go back to your seat you dumbass!” “What! What did I do?!”

Muehehehe

Barou Shoei —

Silly king doesn’t know how to woo the woman of his dreams, so he often just banters with her. That’s your love language

“You’re a brave one to stand up against a king like me” “sometimes I forget how fucking corny you are” “Why you—“

You get on his nerves by being… uncoordinated. He hates when you leave crumpled up paper on your desk, leave the bits and pieces of your eraser inside your pencil case, and leaving the corners of your pages unfold even though you don’t need to mark that page anymore

“Can’t you be more proper about your tidiness!” “Barou, I’m not messy, you’re just too much of a clean freak!”

He mumbles really risky stuff under his breath and you always miss it, not this time though

“stupid girl, you’re lucky someone like me would want you”

“Huh?!”

You’ll never let him live it down

Kunigami Rensume —

We all know how Kunigami is terrible at accepting compliments

“Your biceps are HUGE Kunigami!” “Hey, don’t just… say stuff like that out in the open”

You’re gushing over his physique and he’s just there sustaining a red face.

You tease him about how bad he is at receiving compliments and he just responds with a big palm in your face.

“You know… you never tell me to get away and never try to move away. It’s like you love it when I compliment you” “Who wouldn’t want their ego stroked by their dream girl…”

It was quiet but it was still easy to make out

It’s your turn to be flustered now, and Kunigami’s enjoying it by his little devious smirk mwuehehe 😈

Gagamaru Gin —

He's unconsciously the biggest sweetheart, so you rarely find yourself arguing with him

but since he's so used to being in the mountains, some daily activities really is just a culture shock to him, so most of the time you're scolding him

"Hey.. stop eating with your hands..." "But the food taste better this way."

To try and prove a point, he's extending his arms towards you to feed you with his bare hands

"hu— Hey, no!" You shoot him a stern look while your ears turn red

He stops and looks at you, goes quiet and after a while just casually blurts "You're so pretty when angry"

"I— GIN STOP TRYING TO FEED ME!"

I hope someone out there likes ts bcs I don’t 💔💔 tysm for requesting!! I’m sorry I took so long 😓😓 had to finish my exams first. hope you likedd