#monitoring pose thing

[wlery]

Monitoring u

[evelyn-and-art]

cw: flashing & glitches

this was made way before chapter 171 (not relevant), but in light of what seems to be kiryu’s arc—here’s the brain child result of me being constantly blasted by my yt shorts with monitoring by deco*27.

the still frames from the vid

sksk kiryu is so fun to draw like his eye shape and hair are soo pretty.

[eatsbooks]

What if Eris' wife started an affair with Marius instead?

holy shit i fucking SCREAMED at this. thee situation of all time perhaps????

because see like when it comes to marius, eris carries a Lot of guilt. he blames beron and tamlin and even lucien, to an extent, for silas and ronan’s deaths — but he blames himself infinitely more. he should have been smarter, he should have played the game better, he should have been there to keep all of his brothers alive, he should have raised them better to begin with, etc. he very much views marius’ mental state in the aftermath as his fault and takes responsibility for it because of this. in canon verse, the reason eris allows maronia to exist at all — even knowing what a true threat emile would be if he found out — is that he knows marius is only alive because of adonia. if he took adonia away from marius, he would for sure lose his brother; but if he can (secretly) help maronia conceal their relationship from emile, then there’s a better chance no one dies at all. just for context for the rest of this answer lmfao

okay so i’m going to assume that if eris’s wife is willing to cheat on him, they probably have an arranged marriage situation with no mating bond and no real love between them. (or maybe the wife just doesn’t realize eris has feelings for her because he’s bad at them. which would make this even more devastating.) she is looking for the love and affection she isn’t getting from eris. i’m also going to assume it’s a similar situation to maronia when marius goes into it — at least at first, he just wants eris to find out and kill him for it.

unfortunately for literally everybody involved here, eris wouldn’t be able to kill marius once he found out, and he also wouldn’t be able to separate them because he knows marius will kill himself without her. he has already lost three brothers: two to death and one to exile. he cannot lose another, let alone by his own hand, let alone when he knows exactly why marius is doing what he’s doing. there’s also nothing eris wouldn’t forgive his brothers for doing to him, even if he never says or shows that. he loves them so much. even when he hates them, he loves them. even when he’s cruel to them, he loves them. even when they’re actively trying to hurt or kill him, he loves them. he knows what they are. he knows what it is to be ruined by their father and endure the shame from their mother.

so eris finds out, keeps that knowledge to himself so that he isn’t forced to do anything about it, and lets the affair continue. probably even helps cover it up so that no one else knows — again because if it gets out, his hand will be forced, and he will have to retaliate; he wouldn’t be respected if he was publicly made into a cuckold and just sat by for it.

but that doesn’t mean he handles it with grace. at all. this is a betrayal uniquely designed to torment him The Most. his wife has made him into beron by doing this — and now no matter how he acts, he will see his father in himself. more than he already does. he is beron, his wife is his mother, and marius is helion. she has also confirmed to him that he is unlovable, unworthy of being chosen, and too rotten to find anything salvageable in. without her in his corner, he spirals into the worst version of himself. (i went into more depth on this in this ask.) all of that, and on top of it, she’s cheating on him with his active suicide threat baby brother.

i mean he is really so fucking nasty to both of them. just truly vile. whatever vitriol you think he could spew, multiply it by a thousand. he has to lash at them; he has to make them hurt, too. because his hands are completely tied here! and there’s nothing else he can do about it but make them as miserable as he has to be. of course all that does, really, is push his wife closer and closer to marius. the more hostile he gets, the more comforting the embrace of one another. he has to watch as what had essentially started as a suicide attempt becomes love. he has to watch them fall in love right in front of him.

and like … they all know. and they all know that they all know. it’s just this terrible, awful, unspoken thing between the three of them. marius knows eris knows and can’t understand why he’s still alive, so he gets even bolder — probably gets really antagonistic with eris on the outset to try to goad eris into killing him. the wife knows eris knows because he’s being so cruel and the sex they’re still having is so punishing, so hate-filled. eris knows they know he knows because of the fraught way they look at him, the tension when they meet each other’s eyes, the tangible silence that permeates every interaction.

he hates them for doing this to him. he hates them because he can’t do anything about it. he hates marius because he still loves marius. he hates marius because he would still do anything to protect marius. he hates her for not loving him. he hates himself for being so unlovable. he hates himself for being his father. it is just all around a very, very bad time for everyone — but, as always, especially for eris.

[toffee-biscuits]

rolls up to flondon halloween two weeks late- happy hallowmas! she made them matching fits :3

once again plugging @the-clay-quarters as my fallen london sideblog yippee

also, bonus doodle:

[nov/2023]

[taniushka12]

If it weren't bc rn it's 3 am, and bc in the coming days I'm busy studying, and I'd have to practice a bunch of characters beforehand, and also come up with and illustrate lots of environments... I'd love to draw that wolf359->onepiece au/crossover 😤😤😤

[a-pigeons-soliloquy]

V?????

Ten out of the ten exclusive pictures of Baltimore's ritual!!

Link on Ghost's story<3

[spacedkey]

shrimps247 and jazz radio save me

[rebeccathenaturalist]

So, here's the thing: ranching in the United States was developed in part by exterminating any large animals that could pose a threat to cattle and other livestock, whether through predation or competition for food. That includes wolves, bears, cougars, bison, etc. While it's likely there was someone along the line who tried to coexist with these wild animals while raising livestock, the prevailing solution was to kill "nuisance" species, whether by shooting, trapping, or poisoning them en masse. These animals were wiped out from much of their native range in the lower 48 states by the early 20th century, and their more recent return represents a reckoning with the way we have used and abused the land since.

Now that we have more understanding of the ecological importance of every native species that exists in an ecosystem, there's no excuse to keep defaulting to killing wolves and other predators. Conservationists have offered ranchers a wide variety of solutions to protect their stock, from wolf-proof fences and hazing protocols to livestock guardian dogs. Ranchers can request financial compensation in many Western states for wolf-killed livestock and other losses, though not every rancher wants to differentiate between a cow killed by wolves, and one that died of other causes but was scavenged by wolves postmortem. And, unsurprisingly, some ranchers file fraudulent claims to game the system.

But there also remains the attitude that ranchers should be able to let their cattle run wherever they want on private or public land, and not have to monitor them or create adequate barriers against predators. The entitlement they feel to enormous areas of land, to include public lands that are supposed to be for everyone's use, has its roots in the assumption that "taming the land" for economic profit is more important than any other use. They want any potential threat to be preemptively removed for their convenience, no matter the ecological cost--or human cost, for that matter. Don't forget that every ranch in the West was once the homeland of indigenous people who were, more often than not, forcibly and violently removed so the ranchers' predecessors could move in with their livestock.

It's time for ranchers to accept that they're going to have to adjust to the return of native animals that have lived in these ecosystems for thousands of years. It is already beyond generous that states are willing to pay ranchers for lost cattle. They need to return the favor by working with conservationists to find solutions that reduce predation without just shooting the predatory species native to their region. Ranching as it stands today can only be achieved by the elimination of native animals from the land, but it's not the only way to successfully raise livestock in wild areas. It's time for new solutions that benefit both the cattle and the wildlife alike.

[a-mint-bear]

I Think My Cute Co-Worker Got Taken Over By an Alien Hive Mind

On a mission and aboard a ship in space, your only real friend there is the cute and shy janitor. After an accident where he crashed on a nearby planet, he's been acting very... strangely.

(just a teensy bit of nsft implications in the dialogue here, nothin explicit)

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You're a scientist on a long-term space expedition. It's mission is to find possible inhabitable new worlds for humanity to live on in the future. Your job is to monitor and research environmental factors that could pose a threat to your crewmates and the mission and find ways to make planets more livable.

There are security officers, miners, your fellow scientists and researchers, the doctor and her assistant, a couple of maintenance androids for the ship and of course the crew who navigate and serve on the big hunk of metal you're all zipping through space on. On that crew is the ship's custodial worker.

You're not so snobbish to undervalue the importance of a clean living environment, especially in the medical wing and your own lab, but there are some on the ship that treat him like he's invisible or like he's not important just because he's not the brains or muscle on board. He comes and cleans up in your lab every day before dinner, and while sometimes you're too busy to really spend any time chatting, you do enjoy the talks you get to occasionally have.

Sometimes you're so busy that you end up working through dinner, and when you finally pull yourself out of it, you find quick and easy dishes ready for you well past the allotted mealtime. He always leaves a little candy from his personal stash alongside them, so you know it's from him.

He's a bit shy, and very quiet, but he always seems to light up whenever the two of you get to talk. You heard a rumor that he's the son of some business associate of one of the benefactors of the mission, and he just needed a job. Another rumor that he was a bit of a screw-up back on Earth and needed a fresh start somewhere far away. But to you, he was just your friend.

If you were being completely honest, you might've had a bit of a crush on him. He was just so kind and genuine, compared to the self-important scientists you spent every day with. And he was pretty cute, behind the baggy janitorial uniform and the dirt that sometimes smeared his face. He was sweet and he seemed to always be thinking of you, and he was one of the only things in your life that made you smile.

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There was a mishap one day, a near cataclysmic crash where six members of the mission crew were dislodged from the ship and fell into the low orbit of the nearby uninhabited planet.

He was the only survivor. He'd managed to land in a strange body of water where the density levels were so high that he hit the water mostly safely and stayed afloat until rescue. A broken arm and a minor head wound plus a slight concussion, but he was alive.

Other people on the crew seemed almost angry that out of the six people lost, including the ship's first mate and a researcher, the janitor was the one to survive. But you were just so happy he came back to you.

But after that day, your friend had... changed.

He was smooth and cool, almost confident? A little awkward still, but he carried himself differently. Almost like he was an entirely different person.

And he was... a lot more forward with you. Despite being so happy he was alive and even glad that he was making a move on you finally, you couldn't help but feel like something was wrong with him.

One day, he came in to clean your lab like every day and when you asked him how he was feeling, his arm still in the quick-print cast and the stitches on his forehead still healing, he just smiled.

"I'm fine." he smiled at you, standing a bit too close. "I missed you..."

You joked with him that he just saw you that morning, and he smiled that same smile.

"I've been thinking about you..." He held a lock of your hair in his fingers, seeming almost entranced by it. "My thoughts are damn near consumed by you, love."

You couldn't help the warmth that sprung to your cheeks. He was standing so close, and while he was acting odd, he was still that same considerate, sweet man.

"I want to touch you..." His voice was low and hit just right. You wanted it too, but you faltered. You told him that you weren't sure... that something felt wrong.

"Just let yourself go..." he smiled, caressing your cheek, his other hand holding your wrist. "I want you... Let me feel you."

Wrong. It felt wrong. He wasn't that type of guy. This...

You smiled, putting your hands on his chest. You told him that you were in charge here, pushing him back slightly with an authority you weren't used to wielding. But you stayed calm. Your hand lingered on his chest, pressing him against the wall.

He bit his lip, such a confident face... it only confirmed what you feared. Taking a step back, you ordered him to not move, he needed to be good for you. Your gaze still locked onto his, you pulled up a holo-screen, locking down your analyzer containment field. His smile didn't slip, but his eyes darted around with a puzzled look in them.

"What are you doing, love?" His voice didn't seemed alarmed or even mildly concerned. "Locking me up? If you wanted me all to yourself, all you had to do was ask..."

You told him you didn't know what he was up to, but you weren't fooled by him. He wasn't your friend.

"What do you mean?" He pressed his hands to the shielding, like he was testing it while still talking to you, placating you. "It's me... Let me out, love."

You told him your friend, even if he wanted you, would never push past your boundaries like that. He was sweet and considerate, and the kindest man you knew. While whatever this was had been ready to hold you down to get what it wanted.

You started your scans while it just talked to you, but you didn't respond.

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An hour had passed. If anyone found out what you were doing, they would deem it too risky and demand he be ejected from the ship. It wasn't like this was the captain you were scanning, or a fellow scientist. The mission could afford to lose him. But you couldn't.

"Let me out." It still wore your friend's smile, but there was something in it's eyes. Something... old. Something consuming him. "Let me touch you, love. I want to feel your warmth."

Your hands danced across the holographic screen, lining up your scanners. Usually they'd been used for scanning minerals and water sources to make sure they were safe for humans, but they were equipped with biological scanners in the case of the med-bay's destruction or shut-down. You were looking for what ever could be possessing your dear friend.

Something had been in that water, you were sure of it.

"We need to taste you..." It's tongue lolled out from it's mouth, panting and dripping saliva. "One taste, that's all we need. And then you'll be part of us. No more worries, no more searching, no more fighting to survive... you'll finally be free."

When you didn't respond, it laughed.

"We know how much you want him." It almost seemed to be taunting you now. "We can smell it on you... Don't you want to know what it's like? His lips on yours? His touch on your skin? You've been so isolated on this ship... long, cold endless nights with no one beside you. We know his mind, love. It's plagued by thoughts of you. Oh, how he spent night after night... positively enraptured... consumed with the mere possibility of your attentions. Your affection... Your toucccchhhh..."

You tried to shut out his words as your scanners looked for a way to stop this, to get him back, but the thing inside him seemed unbothered. Almost amused.

"He loves you..." It laughed. "It's an intense, burning thing. He wants nothing more than to feel you under him, in the throws of his LOVE... Your nails digging into his back, screaming his name... His obsession is what let us in... So singularly-minded... It was almost too easy..."

"We came into his body, his mind... it was hard not to be consumed by the thoughts of you. His wants became our wants. We are one, love. His love, OUR love... Be ours, and nothing else will matter..."

You paused. The thing inside him, It was speaking in the present tense. Like he was still in there somewhere. Or at least he wasn't dead. This thing wasn't possessing his lifeless body. It was in there with him. You felt more determined than ever.

You told it you would keep it here until you found out how to get it out of him. Even if you had to study him for days, weeks, you wouldn't stop until he was safe.

"You don't know how happy you've made him, love." It smiled, licking his lips. "He always wanted you looking only at him."

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light novel-ass titles are so funny to me

still working on CO3 but i needed to write this. i promise it's coming soon

can y'all guess what movie i went and saw that made me think of this one?

i've been thinking of a yandere that it actually some kind of possessing entity, and the idea latched onto a sci-fi vibe.

i wanted the header to reflect a darker haired, scruffier guy with a bit of chin hair who gives off a real loser vibe, but i usually source from other people's ai images (can't be copyrighted), and damn it all if they aren't all baby-faced little guys lol

something more like this:

but that's just fanart of Eraserhead from MHA lol

[mihii-i]

Toots ik you got a whole lot of requests but hear me out 🧏🏻‍♀️

Jealous Arlecchino oneshot with smut or suggestive ending🧎🏻‍♀️

Like her and her hot af wife (reader) going on a lil mission in a different nation and have to continuously speak with a woman who the Fatui has connections with to help them

And reader and said woman are getting along TOO good and while reader is thinking this is some cute girls-bonding-time the woman is literally drooling over her and trying to keep her away from Arlecchino

Arlecchino notices ofc 🤗

The rest is up to you, but please no degradation or like “you were enjoying her attention” type thing in the smut/suggestive part <3

vexations.

Pairings: arlecchino x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, jealousy, fatui member reader (rank not specified), weird lady get tf away, uh moew, the sigma inside me is yearning for deck, lowkey the no degration part gave me an idea, strap on use, praise, small bit of marking, not proofread.

A/N: GIRL OMG lowkey I love that you kinda said no degradation or the attention relishing thing bc honestly I don’t like that kinda stuff either as u can see from like a lot of my work I avoid humiliation and stuffs I like fluffy sex SO YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT BC IT KINDA FEELS WEIRD YK anyway hope u like this yayayay 🕯️

“Arle hurry up! The negotiator won’t wait forever.”

A soft nudge brushed along the blade of your shoulder as you tilted your head over, noticing your wife leaning at your side upon catching up from behind you. Arlecchino breathed out a quiet hum in response, the crisp winds of the howling sky assaulting your skin in a cold fury. Usually, the weather in Fontaine wasn’t overtly cold as it was now, typically balanced between being fairly warm yet decently cool.

Usually, your time with your dear wife was cut short from the barrage of missions piled up one after another, shrouding her schedule immensely. Mission after mission led to Arlecchino trudging out of the house with her infamous fluffed harbinger coat hung loosely over her shoulders, deep eyes looking back to the opening in annoyance upon being unable to spend more time with you. She dreaded it. The prospect of leaving you all alone so early in the morning scrambling along the fluffed sheets for her touch, only to wake to an empty edge in disappointment.

Although you were in fact slotted in a position within the ranks of the Fatui, you never found yourself venturing out on an array of missions like Arlecchino was. Preferring to keep to yourself as you weren’t exactly the brightest when it came to negotiations. Each day, you found yourself lounged on the couch of your shared home, cheek squished against the flat of your palm in anticipation for the door to creak open to reveal your beloved herself. You could only sigh as the clock hand flicked over agonizingly slow, your eyes lowered as your muscles tensed to await her arrival.

However, things were quite different when it came to the Tsaritsa’s request for negotiations in Fontaine’s watchful eye of justice, as it drew caution to Arlecchino having to go alone. It was quite clear on how oddly strict and valued the Nation of Justice’s view on lawful order was, posing a threat to her if she were to even slip up in the slightest manner. Not to mention, the Fatui were in fact highly fixated on and monitored especially in the nation, meaning every waking step she took in the streets would be monitored carefully one way or another. Of course, as the wonderful spouse you were, you had decided to take up to mission alongside Arlecchino, stunning even the Tsaritsa herself at your assertion.

Arlecchino’s eyes traced the fluffed pale clouds heaped along the clear sky, gaze lowering to the heavy stone gate solidly rooted into Fontaine’s earth. The two of you continued to approach the domed gate to one of the nation’s renowned cities, bustling crowds rushing through every corner in a split second once you both step foot through the gate. You found yourself clinging to Arlecchino’s arm at the swarms of people closing in, fingers subtly squeezing the fabric in mild discomfort.

It wasn’t long before she took notice of your visibly cramped form and furrowed brows as you grasped her arm for support, her arm circling your waist closely as a response to the gesture. Pushing past the crowd, you both ended up before a fine establishment resembling a hotel towering above you in an uncountable height of stories above. You pulled out a slip of paper from your jacket pocket swiftly, hand scrambling in the heaps of fluff before letting out a triumphant sigh upon finding it. Carefully, you unfolded the tattered paper, examining the building and the address before shoving it back and nodding to Arlecchino in affirmation.

A hollow gold light spanning across the hotel greeted you upon entering, bouncing off the gold handles before the front desk. Whatever address you had received, the negotiator sure was quite lavish in her tastes. Faint clicks of heels reverberated in your ears, the sound drawing closer with each tap against the floor. An uneasy feeling rocked within you as you could hear them, a sense of deception circling the atmosphere. You only pressed your shoulder to your wife’s to ease yourself, attempting to remain professional upon the negotiator’s arrival.

The woman’s eyes squinted down at you, clearly observing every minute detail that painted your complexion from head to toe, hand rested on her hip in a gust of silence swallowing the air. Blinking in surprise upon her hand stretching out toward you, her expression was strangely amiable, gaze lit up as she seemed ecstatic to meet you. “Ah, hello! It would be a pleasure to negotiate with you!”

You mindlessly shook her hand, puzzled at the sudden shift in demeanor from the woman as she grasped your hand. She breathed out a sigh as she pulled her hand away, huffing in response to compose herself before turning to Arlecchino. Her expression before Arlecchino quickly grew stern, voice dropping to one rather cold and unenthusiastic as they silently shook hands. The interaction alone only made your stomach twist in uncertainty, the sparking contrast in behavior she showed between you two clearly throwing you off.

“I suppose that you are in fact the renowned negotiator with such a high reputation among the Fatui?” Arlecchino inquired, voice low. You could pick up on the fact in no time that she sensed something off about this woman. She only breathed out an unsatisfactory hum in response and nodded, gaze darting back to you in seconds as her face lit up. Within seconds, you couldn’t help but stiffen when her pointer finger traced the bottom of your jawline, experimentally running it along your skin.

Rather amused at your confused look, she only smiled once more, pursing her lips together as she pulled away. Arlecchino’s gaze only grew dark as she observed her movements against you, mind stinging with displeasure at the diplomat’s unusual proximity toward you. She could only shake off that numbing annoyance elusively, looking away from the sight of someone else getting handsy with her darling.

Pulling back, the woman cleared her throat, folding her hands in front of her as she seemed satisfied with your jumbled expression. “Well..shall we begin with the negotiations? How about over coffee?” She mused. You nodded in compliance, glancing over at Arlecchino to note any objections. To which, she hesitantly provided none. Yet, she could only feel her skin bristle at the sight of the woman’s arm snaked over the back of your neck as a way of ‘guiding’ you to the said coffee store. Arlecchino was only left trailing behind, a maelstrom of fury embedded below her usually unfeeling face.

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“Mm…(Name), sweetie, do you like the coffee I bought for you?”

You breathed out a puff of steam, expression relaxed as you only grinned at her in response. Perhaps she was to be trusted, as the negotiator had been nothing but kind to you, only treating you with the highest degree of affection and respect. Her adoring actions only led you to ease up around her, growing fairly close with her as if you were speaking to someone you already knew for years. Despite the relief that she was friendly, you couldn’t help but being unable to shake off the same uneasiness that jabbed at the back of your brain at her initial arrival. Plus, paired with her dismissive treatment toward Arlecchino only served to throw you off, shrinking away from trusting her altogether.

“Ah. Yeah…you really know your stuff here don’t you?” You chuckled in response, occasionally glancing over at Arlecchino who was left unchecked throughout the entire course of your “negotiations.” Arlecchino noticed your eyes frequently darting over to her, causing her to sit up from her slight slouch and dismissively wave her hand toward you. Nodding, you turned back to the negotiatior, elbows propped up onto the table and palms on either side of her face as she pushed her shoulders forward.

Suddenly, your wife couldn’t hold back her words for the sake of something so silly intruding on your original mission, leaning forward as she spoke up. “About the negotiations-“

The woman only shot the harbinger a sharp glare, cutting her off with a frown. Yet, it was plain obvious that Arlecchino wasn’t the meek type, a stir of hatred boiling within her for this sudden diplomat who came to snatch you out of nowhere. She held her tongue, yet not out of submission, but rather out of restraint—afraid she would be unable to keep her composure and snap at the high authority figure to quit her rather hands on approach toward you.

Throughout the course of the uncomfortably drawn out conversation, consisting of downright lewd hints thrown out from the negotiator toward you only felt like an eternity of malaise tainting the atmosphere. An annoyed scoff from Arlecchino finally caught your attention as she stood up, the silverware and glass rattling against the table from the sheer force of her palms planted onto the table for support to raise her to her feet. She huffed out once more, shoulders hunched over in order to retain her emotions boiling up within her.

Fangs of jealousy sunk into Arlecchino as she walked away from the table without a word leaving her lips, the bitter taste seeping into her mouth only pushing her further into a deep annoyance. She typically didn’t show any sort of emotion that would come close to nearly eliciting this type of anger from her, yet perhaps her sole affection toward you only fueled her otherwise closed off heart. Her guarded heart that only beat for you.

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“A-Arle- mm..please..”

You lay helpless below her touch, soft gasps sharply rushing past your lungs as her lips glided along yours in a slow, passionate rhythm. Her darkened hands only curled around your wrists to hold you down, continuing her flaming kisses burning against your tongue as your eyebrows raised with that needy expression she loved oh so much. Quiet pants echoed in your ears as Arlecchino pulled away, eyes glossed over as the woman hovering above you looked foggy from your slightly blurred vision.

You couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of her sharp nails dragging along the protruding veins of your wrist in slow circles, crimson lipstick smeared across a new area of your throat every time you looked down. Arlecchino only hummed in satisfaction against your flushed skin, her own body weight along yours locking you down in place as the strap fastened around her waist pressed down onto your lower abdomen.

Muffling through your endless barrage of whimpers, you managed to breathe out through her relentless assault on your body. “I- ah- m’sorry Arle..I- didn’t realize she- mm..was doing that..I promise I didn’t enjoy-!” Your voice resembled that of a choked back sob, immediately hushed by Arlecchino’s soothing voice vibrating from her throat.

“Shh. It’s okay, darling. I would never think so lowly of you, and I know you aren’t that kind of person. The woman I fell in love with is below me, only desiring my actions in this moment, right?” She assured, lips stretching in a gentle smile as her pointer finger dragged down your chest all the way to your stomach.

You only heaved a sigh of joy, which was almost immediately cut off by a high pitched moan upon feeling her middle finger trace your slit. Your panting came out in shallow breaths as her x-marked eyes bore into you, gleaming red like that of a blood moon shone brightly to illuminate your complexion. Her touch was all that you craved in this moment, feeling a wash of affection overtake you at your wife’s calming presence soothing you in even your greatest moment of uncertainty.

Underwear nearly dropped down to your ankles, Arlecchino only seemed entranced by your slick glistening along your folds as such a gorgeous sight to behold. Her eyes darted back up to you once more, gaze meeting yours.

“May I continue?”

To which you only nooded eagerly, eyes flickering to her silicone cock pressed along your stomach. The second you felt the tip intruding along your walls, you immediately gnawed on your lower lip defensively, suppressing your inevitable noises.

Her lips pushed against yours once more, capturing you in a deep, languid kiss as her hips rolled against yours in circular motions, length fully pushing into you with each thrust. Your walls clamped around her faux cock like a vice, moans bouncing off the walls as her cock continued to massage that one spot within you. Everything was absolutely intoxicating. Arlecchino’s scent, her praises, her body pressed to yours, the way she was buried inside you. It was all as if she was so deeply connected to you that she never wanted to let go—as if it went to show how much she loved you with everything she had.

“Just like that. Archons, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

It didn’t take long for the sensation bundling up within you to finally snap, your walls tightening around Arlecchino’s cock to make sure she couldn’t pull back. Your juices coated the strap all over, the messy fashion of it dampening the sheets below you as she let out a satisfactory breath in response. Slowly, Arlecchino waited for you to come down from your high to loosen your grasp around her dick, her palm pressed to your face gently as she thumbed at your cheek in a reassuring manner to take your time,

Before long, you were strewn out on the bed, exhausted as Arlecchino’s arm was draped over you protectively. Her face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, taking in your warmth as her nerves eased up. As she law curled up beside you, protecting you in her arms as you slumbered, it was as if all her vexations had disappeared from earlier today, her mind was finally put at ease.

That you were hers. And hers only.

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The next morning, you met up with the negotiator once more, with her face twisted in confusion and mild hint of disappointment at the sight of Arlecchino holding you up to help you walk. Surely your legs weren’t functioning well enough after the previous night. The woman only tapped her chin with an unintelligible grumble, eyes darting away as you let out an awkward chuckle.

“I- ah..ahem..shall we discuss the negotiations..?”

Funny how quickly she had switched up the second she realized that you wouldn’t even think about leaving Arlecchino’s side. You loved her far too much to detach yourself from her arm even. You nodded toward her as you leaned your head onto Arlecchino’s shoulder, eyes dreamy and filled with a sort of solace tinged into your soul as you gazed up at her.

She stared back down at you with the same affection that she would only reserve for the likes of you, hand tightening into your protectively once more.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N: WOOOO DID THIS ON A SCHOOL NIGHT IT IS 12:43 AM I THINK IM FUCKED BUT THATS OKAY 🔥🔥🔥

FINISHED MY PHYSICS LAB FEELING GOOD I LOVE EATING THE WALL I AM HORRIFIED TO SLEEP CAUSE I JUST WATCHED SMILE 2 AND HOLY SHIT THEY WERENT WRONG ABOUT NOT WATCHING THE MOVIE IF YOU WERENT IN THE BEST PLACE MENTALLY BUT THATS OKAY BC IT WAS GOOD AND I LOVE NAOMI SCOTT. I’m still fucking scared of the curse and the stupid entity tho

Why am I dumping this what this was a long ass a/n rant probably bc I’m traumatized from the movie lol I don’t wanna step foot in my hallway in the dark.

Anyway please enjoy dinner is served and back to school but break is soon so we’re good

monker

[mic-qw]

Yandere hacker x reader

Warning: Kidnapping, manipulation, emotional abuse, psychological violence.

They met online. He sent a message, and you replied. From that moment on, you started talking. The chemistry between you was undeniable. You liked the same things, vented together... you could talk until dawn.

He was sweet, but not in an overbearing way. He made you laugh and listened like no one else ever had.

After getting to know each other more deeply, you decided to meet in person for a casual outing. He offered to pick you up, but even though you liked him, you preferred to go on your own—just to be safe. He understood without hesitation.

You agreed to meet at his house. He sent you the address. It wasn't a sketchy place or anything that raised red flags. Actually, it was a nice, ordinary, clean house, with plants at the entrance and a stone path leading to the door.

You rang the bell, and within seconds, he opened the door with a smile. He was wearing a light hoodie, and his hair was a bit messy.

"I'm so glad you came," he said, eyes shining.

He invited you in. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. The inside of the house was neat and nicely decorated, which surprised you a little.

You first sat in the living room. He offered you coffee—you accepted—and you both sat on the couch. The conversation flowed just like it did online. You laughed, joked, enjoyed yourselves.

Once you finished your drinks, he offered to show you his room. You smiled and agreed.

You went upstairs. The hallway walls were lined with framed photos, probably of his family. When you reached the second floor, you noticed it was dimmer than downstairs. His room was tidy, with a few posters and plants. What stood out most was his computer setup—a large, expensive-looking, professional station.

While looking around, something caught your eye: a collectible figure you had seen online weeks ago but couldn’t afford.

“Wow! It’s beautiful,” you said, stepping closer.

“You like it?” he replied, smiling as he joined you. “Then it’s yours.”

You were surprised and immediately declined. You knew how expensive something like that was.

“Is your room always this clean?” you asked, teasing.

“No,” he admitted, lowering his gaze shyly. “I cleaned it because you were coming.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or blush. So you did both.

You sat on some cushions on the floor next to the bed. He crossed his legs, resting his hands on his knees, and you leaned back in a more relaxed pose. You talked about everything. Work or school frustrations, shows you were watching, memes. He listened as always, attentively, occasionally tossing in a comment or a joke.

You felt calm with him. He seemed like a good guy.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” he said, standing up. You nodded.

He left you alone in his room. You sat in silence for a moment, simply looking around. Everything was in perfect order. The plants well-kept, the posters aligned. No tangled cords, no stains on the carpet.

You got up—not out of curiosity, just to stretch a bit. You walked around. Approached a shelf filled with figures, programming books, tech manuals, sci-fi novels...

Then you noticed his desk. A shiny mechanical keyboard, gaming mouse, a closed laptop, and three monitors—all turned off. You wondered what kind of job could afford him all that.

And then... a sound.

A notification.

One of the monitors lit up on its own. Nothing too odd—maybe it was set to do that. But the screen that popped up wasn’t random.

You weren’t one to snoop through people’s stuff. You knew it was wrong. But it was a folder. And it had your name.

You didn’t open it. Didn’t even get close. Just stared at it. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe it referred to someone else. But what if it was about you?

You stepped forward. Just one step. Curiosity took over.

You clicked. The folder opened. At first, it didn’t look strange. There were subfolders. Some dated. Others labeled: “Voice,” “Photos,” “Chats,” “Favorites.”

You froze. Your instincts told you to sit back down and act like you hadn’t seen anything. But something in your chest twisted, and you opened one of the folders.

Photos.

That’s when the chill hit you. Every image was of you. Screenshots of conversations, pictures you’d sent him, photos with friends or family. But the worst were the ones you didn’t even know existed. One was clearly taken in your room—from your laptop’s camera. You were changing clothes.

You closed the photo immediately.

You opened another folder: Voice. Dozens of audios. You listened to one. It was you. Laughing, singing, saying meaningless things.

You covered your mouth with one hand. The other still held the mouse. Your breathing quickened. Your heart was racing.

You backed out to the main folder. There was another subfolder. No name. Just a number:

"003"

Videos.

You opened one. It started with the interface of a phone camera. It was you—in your bathroom, showering. Singing as you washed yourself. Filmed from above. As if the camera had been placed on the ceiling.

Your stomach twisted. You felt like throwing up.

When had he recorded that? How?

You closed everything as fast as possible—just before he came back.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

You spun around. He stood at the door. But he wasn’t smiling anymore. His eyes, once warm, were cold now. Empty.

“Why did you touch my computer?”

You didn’t answer. You stepped back.

“I can explain,” he said softly.

Another step back. Still, you said nothing. He stepped toward you—and the last thing you felt was a dull thud to your head.

You woke up to a loud buzzing in your ears and an uncomfortable tightness in your wrists. You were tied to a chair. Ankles, too. The lights were dim, warm. The air smelled of lavender... and metal. It didn’t take long to realize: this was a basement.

Then you saw him.

He knelt in front of you, smiling—just like he used to.

“Finally awake, sleepyhead,” he whispered, like everything was normal.

He gently caressed your cheek with his knuckles. The touch sent a shiver down your skin.

Fear grew inside you. Your vision blurred. Tears welled up.

“Shh... don’t cry,” he said, wiping your tears. “It didn’t have to end like this, you know? But you made me do it, darling.”

His fingers traced the side of your neck slowly.

“Who told you to look at things you weren’t supposed to? To snoop?”

He stood and walked behind you. You felt his breath at your ear.

“But it’s okay... I forgive you. Just because you’re the love of my life.”

He came back into view, crouched down to your level, and smiled. That twisted, sickeningly sweet smile.

“From now on, I’m going to keep you here. With me... forever.”

He lifted your chin with two fingers. His gaze locked on yours—so intense it felt like it could reach into your soul.

“Do you like that idea? Just you and me, my love. No one else. Ever again.”

And without waiting for a reply, he leaned in. His lips met yours—soft at first, almost reverent... but then it turned hungry. Desperate. A wet, possessive kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth without resistance.

You felt trapped. Not just physically. Emotionally, too. Because deep down, a small part of you shivered at that kiss. Even though you knew it was wrong.

When he pulled away, he looked at you with gleaming eyes. His thumb brushed across your lips—now red and wet.

“You’re never going to leave. You know that, right?”

[halalchampagnesocialist]

To understand why Israel keeps targeting UNRWA infrastructure and UNRWA workers (and by extension, human rights activists) aside from the accusations they're ~secretly Hamas~, we must put it into the context of which these organisations operate.

To put it lightly, Israel is not a fan of international NGOs and human rights organisations at all, but especially the ones whose existence revolves around advocating for Palestinian rights and exposing the crimes of the occupation. It is not a fan of Palestinian ones at all either, but that goes without saying. I would even suggest that Israeli organisations like "Breaking the Silence" and "BtSelem" fall under this category, even liberal ~coexistence~ type groups like "Standing Together" are seen with suspicion to a degree as they pose a threat to the status quo. The Israeli state and Zionists also see the work of such organisations as a method of "delegitimising Israel" and "singling out Israel" and so on. There is even a pro-Israel organisation called "NGO Monitor" which exists to combat this exact thing.

In the case of UNRWA, there is a specific criticism made by Israel against them (aside from the secret Hamas operative one), and that is they "indoctrinate" Palestinians to hold onto their right of return by perpetually keeping them refugees. Obviously, it's a silly argument that is not worth entertaining. There are a lot of genuine criticisms to be made about UNRWA (which is largely to do with the NGOisation of the Palestinian struggle but that's another post) but they have helped sustain Palestinian existence and livelihoods by providing aid, employment, education and so on. In times of war and crisis, UNRWA has been providing important aid to Palestinians. It's hard not to see Israel's attack on UNRWA as an attack on that.

Even groups which are headed by Palestinians, both in the diaspora and in Palestine, such as International Solidarity Movement (ISM) or Youth Against Settlements, face constant attacks by settlers and soldiers. The purpose of these groups is to demonstrate civil disobedience and resist the occupation non-violently yet still face violence. Others exist merely to just document.

Israel is also so used to operating with impunity that any organisation shedding light on Israel's atrocities against Palestinians is a blow to their propaganda. All the reports, documentaries, and findings produce evidence that then becomes hard to deny or hide. There is a reason why Israel is currently not letting in any journalists or aid workers into Gaza, and even the ones it is letting in it is targeting as we've seen time and time again over the past year.

The problematic nature of NGOisation and the apoliticisation of the human rights framework aside, many of these organisations have played a role in presenting the case of the Palestinian struggle in front of a world audience. The ability to not just document or advocate but be believed is a privilege Westerners have and that's where these organisations tend to come in. As long as these organisations exist and/or have a reason to be in the West Bank and/or Gaza, then Israel cannot do what it actually wants to i.e. constant settlement building, attempted ethnic cleansing and more importantly, trying to convince the world that Palestinians do not have a justified struggle against the occupation and the allegations against Israel are merely "false."

[ybklix]

𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫

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

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

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small letters are the “fic” !!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chan smiled and continued, typing:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It made him a little curious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summary: Chan explores his new favorite kink.

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

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

Everyone knows Chan has a daddy kink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chan felt that personally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He read when things started to heat up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, his move is simple and quick.

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

The real Chan sighed, thinking it was becoming personal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the writing got to its point, the smut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, about that...”

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

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

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

You avoid it, and he notices.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or do you?

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

But Chan suddenly changes, making you doubt yourself.

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

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

Now you’re a little embarrassed.

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

“Chan...”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

“Chan, no...” you begin to stammer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chan...” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, daddy, mm, I love your cock.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His fingers forcefully enter you deeper on purpose.

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

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

Your whole body flushes. You feel like climaxing.

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

“Please, daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

He stops suddenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[readwritealldayallnight]

I am obsessed with your page and EQUALLY excited for part two to the coffee-place-stalker-fic !!!

I saw your requests were open and was wondering if I could request Simon with a teacher!reader? Maybe he’s helping her with crafts for Valentine’s Day or hes back from deployment and surprises her at school?

Just something wholesome and fluffy?

Thank you🩷

Part two of the coffee place stalker fic

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“Well, what should we do-”

“It doesn’t look like he’s got anything with him-”

“Definitely not any parent I recognize-”

“Do we go into lockdown? Or safe school-”

“He hasn’t done anything wrong, I mean he’s just standing there-”

“Yes, but why is he standing there-”

“Hi ladies.” You murmur, walking into the staff room you notice a group of your coworkers huddled up around the window, peering intently outside at something

It’s not often that anything going on outside of the staff room during recess could be important enough to pull their attention away from the food they have 20 minutes to scarf down before they’re back to caring for other people offspring, those issues are precisely why the board hires lunch monitors

But apparently whatever is happening outside in the school parking lot is interesting enough to have nearly half a dozen of your colleagues poking their heads between the blinds to catch a glimpse, pre packed lunches and yesterdays leftovers forgotten

“There’s some weird man standing in the parking lot.” One of the younger teachers says, pulling the dusty blinds back for another not so subtle peek

“What’s he doing?” One of the schools educational assistants asks, having come in just behind you

“Nothing. Just standing there, this whole time.” The math teacher shrugs, never moving her eyes off the window

“Well how long’s he been out there?”

“Mrs Ashton says she first saw him almost a quarter of an hour ago, just before the bell rang.”

“We’re sure he’s not a parent?” One of the newer student teachers poses the question

“Well, no. But he certainly doesn’t like any of our parents.”

“He’s not done anything wrong, technically. Just odd that he’s lingering like that.”

“You don’t think the mask is odd as well?”

At that last remark from your colleagues, your head perks up, glancing towards the gaggle still gathered by the glass

“Has anyone told the vice principal yet? Maybe we should-”

“That’s aright, actually.” You say with a sigh, peering out the window for the first time and confirming your suspicions. “That one’s mine.”

You’re pulling your jacket tighter around yourself as the wind whips your hair all about, shaking your head in playful disbelief, but the smile stretching across your face cannot hide your delight in seeing him as you walk closer

“Okay, no more mask when you drop off my lunches from now on.” You tease, finally stepping near enough to see the slightly crinkled paper bag sat in the passenger seat of his truck

“Well maybe if someone didn’t forget her lunch, wouldn’t ’ave to be in this situation, would we?” He teases right back, both of you knowing very well that Simon lives for these small, mundane moments when he’s off from deployment, able to drop you off and pick you up from work, bring you lunches, have dinner ready when you get home, the small things that might seem tedious and boring to others, he lives for, knowing he gets to do them with you

“Well maybe if someone didn’t keep me in bed for an extra half hour this morning and had me rushing for work-”

“Don’t remember hearin’ many complaints this mornin’ about that extra half hour you spent bouncing on my c-”

The sound of the school bell ringing cuts him off, the both of you letting out small chuckles before you’re standing up on tip toes, reaching to give him a quick peck on the cheek over his mask, his large gloved hand giving your waist a slight squeeze before he tells you he’ll be around to pick you up soon as the dismissal bell goes off

You tell him that if he makes your favourite for dinner tonight, you might have dessert ready for him back in bed afterwards, an idea which the glimmer in his eyes tells you he’s more than okay with

You’re still grinning to yourself, walking back towards the front doors with your sack lunch held tightly in hand, when you send a quick wink to the now even larger crowd of colleagues watching you from the window

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Thank you so much for the sweet words and the suggestion! I hope you’re okay with the way I took this lil prompt

I’m hoping to have stalker/fluff Simon posted by the end of the week, I’ve changed and edited that story more times than I can remember now, I just really want it right before it’s out there!

- M 🫶🏻

[hamsterl0ver]

kats vs overly fanservice-like reader ⋆☕︎ ˖

warningz⋆ fluff, mild language, reader is genuinely strange

blurb⋆ in which the katseye girls have to deal with an overly eccentric member who loves doing her job... a little too much. A person of the people they call her but her fellow members just thing she's a curious case.

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a/n⋆my first ever official fic ☕͜ (ᵔ ̮ ᵔ)› more to come, but a short and sweet one for all the girls, i wrote this to be as platonic as I could, but you can perceive reader to be in a relationship with any of the girls. nd if your curious i heavily based readers personality on a chinese cosplayer Karina! thought it'd be cute (oh and requests are open!)

Manon would be repulsed— in a teasing way, she would see you amongst the other girls as you all sat in a row, giving your all into pleasing a fan. The fans of course eat it up as usual while Manon watches you from the corner of her eye with a scrunched up face, feeling absolutely freaked whenever you do a cute pose, or laugh at some tacky pickup line at your grown age. She isn’t entirely disgusted at your actions, more just curious on how fast you can play out these corny scenarios.

It had been like any other fan meet, your drowsy body laid pressed up against the edge of the table as you held hand in hand with another one of your dedicated fans. It was only supposed to be a 5 minute long greet but after signing the SIS album, you felt as if the whole ordeal was being dragged on. The ghanaian sitting next to you emphasized with your exhaustion as she tossed you a knowing glance, before taking her focus to the woman in front of her. Manon’s peripheral vision was enough to keep track of you and your wary state.

You had been bored our of your mind— despite this being your first public fan event, you found it profound that your interactions with your fans where been heavily monitored as if you'd cross the line. Though, it didn't take long before an overly enthusiastic fan piqued your interest with her odd comment, "Doesn't my perfume smell great", the girl spoke as she sat curiously in front of you. Your eyes practically widened as she motioned towards her wrist, the location with the most concentration of the sweet scent. "Mhm, just like a fresh flower bloom" You hummed, Manon found your comment intrigued, but didn't raise an eyebrow at it, that was until she saw you raising your hand towards her as your fingers looped around her wrist from the corner of her eye.

Poor Manon tried giving her undivided attention to the fan in front of her but she couldn't puzzle what you where doing. Her eyes widen as you grab the girl's wrist and smell her perfume "seductively" as you call it, while the fan freaks out. This is when Manon cannot hold in her emotions anymore— she is BURSTING out laughing as you try your best to keep your composure. She's teasing you like crazy when you both get back home, and when clips of you with the "Oh she's that type of girlfriend" videos circulate around tiktok she's sending all those to you. And best believe she's teasing you about it on weverse with comments like "Oh guys, best believe I'll be next!" or "Some people lack shame, but thats okay."

Sophia is just, confused? She's known you since day one, assuming that the both of you where attached to the hip since Dream Academy. Sophia has genuinely never seen you like this until now, to be fair, you had been joking about being an absolutely "stud muffin" even during pre-debut days, but she never truly expected you to go through with it— AND be this committed to the bit. Best believe she's staring you down during every interview and every fan interaction, just to make sure you don't accidentally slip up and cause another viral yet incrimination moment for the girls. But despite that, she'd much rather be a fool with you, than you making a fool out of yourselves, so yes she is entertaining your strange behaviour.

She only really started playing into it during a promotion live for touch, the both of you as per usual, where too preoccupied mugging the camera that you failed to notice that both of you where too close for comfort. It hadn't occurred to you how close in proximity the two of you had become, it wasn't until Megan sweetly read out a comment along the lines of "Oh my, my sophy/n heart" that it made everything abundantly clear. Sophia opened her mouth to defend herself only for you to butt in just as quickly. "Mhm, me and my beautiful glorious queen Sophia..." You drone, your words slow as you reached your hand over the table which held all the sweet treats and grabbed the nearest edible thing and raised it up to your face.

"Are just such a great duo." You giggled, pushing the sweet up to Sophia's glossed lips, her eyebrow raised before finally giving in. As she let the sweet treat enter her mouth you continued to speak "Isn't that right Soph?" You asked, the bewildered filipino kept her composure as she mumbled 'sure' under her breath, as Megan and Lara laughed at the two's antics. Which lead to a scolding right after the camera's got shut off.

Daniela is so befuddled, to the point she's physically screaming, and running away, crying, throwing up, all of the above, she's everything but pleased. She's never been one who was used to this whole idol culture, on top of the fact that she's constantly having the please the fans is horrific to her. Which isn't as horrifying as watching one of the closest people in her life being a fan-service advocate, such as yourself. She finds you genuinely terrifying how good you are at reading people and flirting with others. Honestly, she really found you charming during the production at Dream academy, even whenever you joked about "putting your skills to the test", she never took your charms seriously, that was until she saw your true form on stage.

It had just been another stage performance, the heat the lights, the music, it all had gotten to you, the sweat dripping from the side of you neck got a some fans in a stir, but nothing notable. Walking off the stage, (which forced you to make contact with a few fans before going backstage) you hopped off with a signature smile on your face that your charm was really put to the test. As a bead of sweat fell from your face, a towel was handed in your direction, presuming it was a staff member you grabbed it within a heartbeat. With Daniela behind you, she tried her best to stop you but it was too late, it was a fan who graciously offer you their hand towel. And now you where stuck between a rock and a hard place. You could either A, play it out and pretend this was all part of your grand plan or— yeah, that was the only viable option.

Daniela wide eyed gaze faced you as you continued to wipe your neck with the towel, your ego dying a little more as you tried to keep the smile plastered on your face. "Thank you baby." You hummed folding the towel to give it back to the crazed fan, who just insisted that you keep it, and of course you did, sliding it in the back of the hem of your skirt before gliding away from the situation. As you all head back stage, Daniela who's still in shock and disgusts pulls you into an empty room to debrief. Asking you questions along the lines of "Why'd you do that" and "Are you mad?", with your only response being "Felt like it" or "Y'know that was a good show— and you like good shows!" Only earning yourself a slap on the cheek as a response.

Lara loves it, she really does because that just means you match her vibe so well. She loves seeing you do it, and she loves playing into it with you, almost always making a whole show out of it to farm some more content from the fans. Any given moment she's coercing you into doing/saying something freaking on camera or in public, just because she finds it so entertaining, best believe she's the only one among the girls who actually approves of the fan service agenda. Although Lara does have some limits, because her parent's do see all the clips that go viral of her, but she teeters on the edge of what she can or cannot do with you. It's gotten so bad, that Sophia and Yoonchae have to cover the both of you whenever your on screen, because personal bubble does not exist with the two of you.

It's always when the two of you get on live alone, which always has the PR team in shambles, having two members who have no filter is hard enough but having the two of them by themselves is practically hell. You don't understand the concept of "to much information", (Lara does though, but seeing you embarrassed in the morning after getting post sleep clarity is hilarious) so when Lara read out a comment asking you for dating advice for girls you happily obliged! "I believe that the most important thing with flirting with girls, is eye contact..." You happily answered, turning your head to Lara as she was holding back tears of laughter.

"Look for example" You chirped, fixing your gaze to the Indian as she batted her eyes up towards yours, your faces inches apart as she stared at you curiously. This lasted for a good 7 seconds before she broke it off with her laughing uncontrollably, despite everything she did find her face heating up under your gaze. You turn you eyes back to the camera with a gummy smile, "See look! If it was a few more seconds, we'd be happily married. That's the secret to flirting with a girl." You cheerfully answered as Lara was huddled off from the view of the screen laughing her ass off.

Megan is indifferent, because she knows your getting hella bag from this, she's honestly just impressed on how well you can keep your composure till you break. Doesn't mean she's any less weirded out by it, but she's also not judging, "get that bread" one may say, and yeah she's a little jealous from how much the fan's eat it up but that only gave her more of the incentive to see what she can do to get that persona to crack. Even if it means playing along, or playing dirty, she just wants to see whats your absolute limit before you call it quits.

One time during a fan event, everyone was handed a pair a fluffy animal ears and fluffy paws to match, of course if any other regular grown woman where to put this on, they'd hurl, but you weren't some regular woman. You where on a mission, so you swallowed the remnants of your pride and put it on, the others where only brave enough to put one accessory on (Manon refused to put any of it on), you put everything on, quite literally decked out. Almost instantly the girls where suppressing their laughter and second-hand embarrassment, but the flashing lights of the cameras made it worth while. You had just expected to stay in this half costume for a few pictures until you took it off to sign more albums until you heard Megan's voice on the microphone as you got ready to slide the paws off.

"Hey, Y/n! This fan told me you should do a cute pose" She snickered as the fan waved in your general direction, almost like a glass crack, your smile faltered, making Megan burst out laughing, but that didn't stop you. You lifted you hands up to your face and made a claw like gesture with the signature smile plastered on your lips, before moving into a pout. Yoonchae who sat between you a Megan just glared up at you in pure disgusted, before you embarrassingly sat down. You huffed, knowing that even your members where laughing at you, but you knew that it'd be that end of that, "no more pictures" you mumbled under your breath as Megan kept your eyes on you.

As you carefully tried to take off your paw-like gloves you heard the mic tune in again, with Megan's giggle on the other end. "Hey c'mon, she wants you pose again" Megan cackled as she motioned to the same fan, she watched as you shot her a killer glance before begrudgingly following her orders.

[pinkhoodi]

bat dads or girl dads ? girl dads !

✎ᝰ — bat boys as girl dads !

♡⃕ — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd x reader

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + children ??

♡⃕ — a/n: dick as a father would make me- nvm that !

꒰ BRUCE WAYNE ꒱

Ꮺ “no” rarely exists and he realized that a while ago. when his beautiful daughter was first born, he would be stern (still loving) and make sure to deny any of his daughter’s requests. as years go and his daughter gets older, it becomes harder to say no to his precious child

Ꮺ he won’t admit it but it’s something about her adorable features that make it harder and harder to say no. even if it’s the most wildest request, he’ll try to accomplish it or tell her “I’ll think about it”. the cute pout, the ways her eyes widen, and her adorable going please please please dad. how can he say no :(

Ꮺ BUT if he can’t obtain that request, his favorite excuse is “I’ll think about it”. even when his daughter catches onto his games, he’ll continue use it and just throw on an extra lie to help out

Ꮺ bruce is the dilf that everyone flirts with and it’s exhausting for him. he tries to avoid pta meetings at all costs but can’t cause his daughter loves those meetings. while the women flirt, the daughter gets free cookies ;p

Ꮺ this man bruce is studying long and gruesome hours on how to raise a girl. raising his eldest son at ten years old is the closest thing he had and it wasn’t helping. prepare yourself for the “am I doing this right?” “is this good for her?” “are you sure this is what we should give her?”

Ꮺ surprisingly, he became quickly accustomed to his bat cave and his office being glittered and glammed. the buttons on the monitor have stickers and his batmobile having a bow on it

Ꮺ learning from his mistakes from his other children, he will try to leave little to no detail about his night activities to his daughter. she knows about the bat cave (due to exploring and being bored in the mansion) but he refuses to take her on missions and don’t allow her to be in the bat cave if the mission is extremely dangerous

Ꮺ daddy-daughter days is something bruce prioritizes! he doesn’t care what is planned before or after that, he’ll make one day every month to spend time with his daughter. whether it be going to the mall, the movies, spending the day at a kids play center, or even napping. that day in his calendar is meant for his daughter and his daughter only

꒰ JASON TODD ꒱

Ꮺ the most laidback father you could ever meet BUT he knows when it’s time to be concerning and when it’s time to be the fun dad

Ꮺ the man almost passed out when his gorgeous daughter was born. he couldn’t take how adorable his lil girl was in the room, he had to step out and started crying. he couldn’t believe he’s a father now :(

Ꮺ it does take jason time to adjust being a father. his patience isn’t the best but he is learning ! he tries as much as he can to unpack all his bad qualities and become better for his daughter before she was born

Ꮺ as much as he is laidback, he is also very cautious and makes sure to have all his weapons away and locked up from his daughter. he refuses to let ANY incident happen just cause he was being careless

Ꮺ he is one to always allow his daughter to decorate his face, no matter how ridiculous he looks. he’ll gladly pose with stickers on his eyelids, three bows on his head and one tied on his wrist, and heart glasses on if it makes his daughter happy

Ꮺ his daughter is lowkey his mood maker. he won’t admit but however his daughter feels is how HE feels. but he won’t take it out on her, absolutely not ! if she’s grumpy, he’s grumpy with her. she’s hungry ? he’s hungry as well. even if he’s feeling fine, he’ll play along with her so she can get what she want from YOU (mischievous mfs mmcht)

꒰ DICK GRAYSON ꒱

Ꮺ the most girliest dads of all girl dads <333. he’s there for any and everything and is NEVER one to say no to his daughter. though sometimes he doesn’t realize when to be a disciplined dad and a fun dad

Ꮺ he’ll make sure to never, and I mean never, have his daughter follow into the life that he is in. as much he enjoys saving gotham and bludhaven, he refuses to let his daughter lead into a life of danger and being unsure of whether or not he’ll be home soon

Ꮺ he has an endless amount of pics of him and his daughter. his lockscreen is you and him holding her at six months old, his homescreen being his daughter at one years old, and even his voicemail is him and his daughter saying hi and sorry to miss your call

Ꮺ being a dad is something dick cherishes so much and he’ll gift everything his child wants and more. he’ll do any and everything to have his daughter be happy, even if he can’t get it

Ꮺ between him and his daughter, the exchanges of “I love you dad” and “I love you more” happen more on his side. many “I love yous” as the two of them giggle and he kisses her forehead. they’re so cute :(

Ꮺ unlike bruce, he loves going to pta meetings. he does get uncomfortable with the flirting from other moms but he’s really only there for the free treats and how to better improve his daughter’s education

Ꮺ the biggest gift giving dad as well ! he likes coming home with a surprise in his hand and hearing his daughter gasp and smile at the gift in his hand. it warms his heart when she says thank you and hugs his leg tightly, nearly squeezing it with the gift in her hand

Ꮺ the two nap a lot together. it’s one of dick’s favorite pastime when he’s relaxing with crime fighting

♡⃕ the bat boys as girl dads ☹️🫶🏽. it would be uber cute seeing jason walk into his helmet decorated in barbie stickers

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