#ㅤ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

[rotapathetic]

͏͏͏✧྅ ˚ . ᯇ ̎̿͞͞͞͞͞͞͞͞ ིུ͠* grw TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE but he talks about you the entire time ਉl̈́ਉ * :.･ﾟ･ 🎧

❝she’s so sweet❞ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

STREAMER who can never stop talking about you grwm quick stream

RAFE ™ pulled the belt through his loops, titling a brow at his pants. “she showed me a trick for my belt, i forgot it, hold on.” he took a moment to stand there in front of the camera and remember what you told him.

user: oh brother user: we’ll be here for a long time 😓 user: it’s his first day on earth be patient

“baby!” he shouted to you in the other room, walking off camera. you appeared, raising a brow, then giggling when you saw his pants. “my belt,” rafe murmured, angling his lower half towards you.

you fixed the belt, explaining the trick to him again. “don’t panic if you forget again, i’m here to help,” you peered up at him as he pecked your forehead as a thanks.

“what would i do without you?” rafe walked backwards while saying it, moving back towards his monitor. you shrugged, mock pouting. “have falling down pants?” you responded, moving away from the room.

rafe was still sporting a smile when he faced the camera. “okay, got it. i’ll pick out my jewelry next.” he sat in the chair, bringing his jewelry dish closer. then he smiled, picking it up. “she got this for me when she noticed i would just throw my rings anywhere.”

user: wait what’s the name!! user: oh so thoughtful people exist

rafe frowned at the dish, turning it sideways. “i’m not sure what it’s called. y’all mind if i gatekeep? thanks.” he pulled a couple of rings, putting them on, then read a few donations.

user donated 10 subs user donated 15 bits: love the vids pal keep it up user donated $3: here you go, show her to the camera? 🫶

“not showing her, how does being permanently banned sound?” rafe knew his mods would send a warning to whoever asked the question. and his chat asked it frequently ever since his irl stream with you.

user: stop asking that, it’s so annoying user: show the trinkets!!

“the trinkets? okay.” rafe set the dish aside, tilting his mic away from him to reach the new figures he got on his desk. he showed one to the camera, “this is hers, i took it because it looks cool on my desk. don’t tell her.”

user: buddy said don’t tell her like we have the option

he grabbed another, “i think i found this in some random store, it looked interesting so i got it.” he sat it down, pulling his mic forward and running a hand over his head, reading the chat.

user: what fragrances do you use?? user: how do you maintain the buzz i’m thinking of cutting mine user: where are the rings from

“i’ll show you my options in a second. she usually trims my cut, but i just trim it when i notice it getting too long. .” he glanced at his rings. “this one is from a flea, this is from a small business, and this one. . i don’t know. i’ll try to link them.”

he glanced up to see the chat going crazy.

user: what was that user: is that her? user: um we can see someone user: yayy!! reveal

rafe quickly panned his camera closer to him and away from the photo frame behind him that was showing your reflection. he glanced to you, chucking when he saw your startled face. “oh, crap, sorry! i just wanted to show you the shop where you got that ring so you can tell them.”

rafe gestured for you to come closer, glancing to make sure his camera wouldn’t catch too much of you. you did, standing next to his chair and glancing at the screen, only your lower half showing.

user: close enough user: where are those bottoms from?? i love! user: be good guys then he’ll show her upper half

you giggled, looking to rafe who was staring up at you, hands running over your legs. “you can tell them.” it would be your first time talking to his chat, but rafe loved it.

“they’re thrifted, i’m sorry! but i can find something similar and give the link to rafe so he can show you.”

user: www user: she’s so sweet user: thanks so much!!

rafe fiddled with your fingers as he read the chat. “scary games?tomorrow, i’m chilling today. . who just said i just developed a hand fetish?” he pulled a blank face at the camera.

you covered your mouth to let out a little laugh. rafe tried to hold back his own laughter. “time out for you buddy, figure that out.” he directed one of his mods to set the user out of the chat for a few minutes.

rafe turned back to you, “you said you had the name of the shop?” you nodded, showing him your phone. rafe read aloud the name for the viewers, then slowly smirked, muting his mic.

“how’d you know someone asked about my rings? are you watching the stream?” he fully smiled at your embarrassed expression.

“well yeah, i watch sometimes. .” you meekly shrugged. rafe poked at your belly, causing you to swat at his hands. “yeah? you heard me talking all about you?”

user: oh he’s muted user: do not get freaky on live

“m hm. . your chat is really nice.” rafe pulled your hands towards him, bringing them up to rest on his shoulders. “they’re alright. .” rafe was once again too busy staring at you to notice his chat.

but you didn’t want to keep him. “okay, that’s all i wanted. you can keep talking to them, they miss you.” you took a step back. rafe pulled a face, unmuting his mic so they could hear. “i’ll end this stream right now.”

user: ??

[sourkiki]

husband!hee who eats out the reader like a man starved since she’s overstimulated from looking after the kids all week 🥲

ALBUM'S CONTENT: explicit mature content, married relationship, dom! husband! 이희승 x fem! reader face-sitting fingering pussy eating ❀ heeseung being kinda nasty here 𖤐 655 ... ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER: another one for the husband! hee agenda ><

“Heeseung.. are you sure about this?” You asked for the unknown time, biting on your lip as you looked down at your husband, who’s determined to get what he wants. 

He grinned at you, eyes gleaming with excitement and desire—the sight enough to make you clenched down on nothing. With one final shaky exhale, you held onto the bed frame and slowly lowered yourself. Only for Heeseung to grab you by your thighs, making you sit on his face squarely without hesitation. 

“Hee—fuck!” You attempted to protest but your mind blanked out when his tongue darted out, licking along your dripping, puffy folds. 

Heeseung audibly groaned, burying his face deeper into your soaking wet pussy, the sound sending vibrations and shivers down your spine. “Shit, you’re dripping like a fucking faucet princess. Bet you’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” 

You could only let out a pitiful mewl, back arching from where you sat as your husband parted your folds with his fingers, plunging his tongue deeper inside as he ran it along your gummy walls. Your thighs spasmed, locking his head in place when he pushes two fingers in without warning. You wanted to loosen your grip but Heeseung had a different idea. 

He clicked his tongue when you tried to pull away, detaching his mouth from your pussy. You gulped at the visible sight of a thick, white string mixed with your slick and his saliva, snapping into half. It hasn’t even been fifteen minutes and Heeseung was already nearly gone. His lips and chin glistened underneath the ceiling light, strays of red hair sticking to his forehead covered in a layer of sweat. 

“Nuh uh, don’t try to run from me, darling. You’re going to sit on my face like the good girl you are, alright? Lemme reward you for taking good care of the kids,” he purred, voice lowering an octave.

“H-Hee, fuck, please,” you begged, rolling your hips against his nose, eyes rolling up to the back of your head at how it perfectly aligns with your cunt. 

If there’s one thing about Heeseung, it's that he loves to spoil you. Hence, he dived back in, alternating between kitten licks and long, fat stripes of his tongue while pushing his fingers in and out of you. The double penetration of his tongue and fingers made your body tremble as you sat on his face. Moans, whimpers and chants of his name endlessly spill from your lips. The obscene sound of him slurping your juices like a greedy dog along with squelching from his fingers pushing in and out of you bounces amongst the four walls. 

You nearly let out a high-pitched moan but you remembered that your precious children are sleeping peacefully, right in the room beside yours. Which was why you slapped a hand over your mouth, looking down to see Heeseung smirked. 

“Don’t cover your mouth. Lemme hear you fall apart,” he murmured, lips ghosting against the bud peeking out from the hood. 

The final straw comes in the form of Heeseung sucking on the bud, drawing a whiny and downright most porngraphic moan you’ve made as you squirted all over his face. Hot, transparent liquid frantically gushes from your pussy. Once again, you tried to pull away but Heeseung was stubborn. He held you down, lapping them up like a kitten lapping at its plate of water. Your thighs were trembling by the time you calmed down. 

Heeseung gently maneuvered you away, placing you down on the sheets. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, slipping his soaked fingers into his mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop. Your face burned at the lewd sight as he maintained eye contact with you the entire time. 

“You taste amazing as always. Must be from running around while taking care of the kids,” he teased, laughing when you flung a pillow at his face. 

“Heeseung!”

tags list: @chuhees, @byshens, @hoonstqr, @doucious, @emisluvr, @riqomi, @onlyywwon, @minjunis.

[sqgeism]

Sage sage imagine dueling w Phainon and he gets distracted by reader and loses to them, and while reader is packing up their weapon to head to home, Phainon follows them around like 🧍🙂 waiting for kisses bc apparently they're supposed to kiss his pain away (he's a lil delusional and really in love)

𓎟𓎟 a sweet request from an angelic anonnie 𝄞 a love letter signed with phainons initials 𓂃𓈒

ℒ.ove mail ┈ 🍒 ꫂ are we ignoring the fact the header is a tot card? yes we are ! hi again its me 🐥 i remember when id write 5 fics in one day. or 11 people in one post.. where does my motivation go, i wonder. does it stay dormant till triggered by an event or what? okay bai :p

sparring with you is the closest thing to ecstacy that isn't.. ecstacy. phainon's addicted to it, not the rush of battle, but seeing that determined look in your eyes. each slash of your blade, every time your fists made contact with his body, and the moments where you threw him to the ground.. call him obsessed, cause he is. your display of strength has always been attractive to the hero, and he'll be damned if he isn't into it.

"i yield." he says breathlessly, face first on the floor and disarmed as you hold his arms behind his back. "aha! i win!" you always do, most of the time was a fair fight—but this was one of the times he let you get the upper hand. mostly because he wanted to partake in a little bit of *shenanigans afterward.

you watch from the corner of your eye as phainon stands there, smiling sweetly despite the cut on his lip, his bruised eye, and probably an aching body that's all done by you. although you know that the boy could be thrown into four different buildings and ask you to do your worst on the fifth—this was usually the time he.. patches himself up. not watch you put your stuff away like an eager puppy.

"phai, shouldn't you start... you know, fix yourself up?"

if your earlier statement of him being a dog was true, you're sure his ears and tail would've drooped low the moment those words left your lips. "i wanted you to take care of me." he huffed, leaning down to press his forehead against your shoulder, damn near whining.

you roll your eyes at him, lifting him up by his cheek as you meet his gorgeous, sapphire eyes. he was always too pretty for is own good.

"ange—mmhn.." he never gets sick of you shutting him up with your mouth, he'd talk for *hours if it meant you'd eventually get sick of it and he does this routine over and over.

he has hearts in his eyes when you pull away, licking his bloodied lip before chuckling. "happy?"

"oh, simply euphoric."

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[caramiuu]

[lucidve]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀꣹ ྀི ✾⃛ . bite first , dirty work ♪ ❀ᮬ࿔

[wondrfuls]

GUYS PARAMOUNT IS A JACKIESHAUNA TRUTHER

[puprdou]

@driedrosessys us

[arkham-prince]

ᴍʀ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

ꜱᴜʙ-ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ: ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

 ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ: ᴍʀ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

00:00 ●────────── 15:49 

⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻

               ılıılıılıılıılıılı

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮  

♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 949 words

♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: General relationship headcanons with Jason Todd — how does he act with you, who’s managed to steal his heart? 

♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: sfw, gn!reader, established relationship, predominantly fluffy (though there is some hurt/comfort, mostly regarding Jason’s past and insecurities), lots of physical affection, brief mention of Jason’s death at the end which is not described in detail, Jason is a soft and lovely boyfriend. 

▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who’s always touching, in subtle ways. A hand on your back, or resting on your hip, or lingering as close as possible if he can’t actually touch you (though there’s that soft, sad look in his eyes whenever he can’t, the subtle twitch in his hands that indicates how much he longs to close the distance between you). It’s an expression of love and care, it’s his way of showing that he’s there to protect you. But, selfishly, it’s also his way of convincing himself that you’re really there.

▷ On a similar note, Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who stares a lot. Not in a creepy way, but in an observant way. There’s something hypnotising about those sea green eyes, the way they follow you with a quiet, adoring intensity, the way his lips quirk up into a soft smile whenever you meet them. He takes note of your joy, your sadness, when to quietly excuse both of you from a situation or when to pull you into a store when something catches your eye and you linger to admire it for even a second longer than normal. 

▷ Jason Todd is also the type of boyfriend to grow incredibly flustered if you show him that same attention. Reach for him when it’s possible, and something in his expression will soften, and he’ll curl into your touch as if it’s his shelter. Stare at him from across the room, and he’ll flush, looking away but unable to contain his shy grin. Notice the small things about him, and he’ll genuinely be awed. For so long he had no one to rely on but himself, so remind him that you see him, that you love him, that you’re there for him. It means the world to him — it really does.

▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend to be surprisingly insecure, at the start of your relationship. He can walk into a room of armed drug dealers with a level of confidence and grace that makes you weak in the knees, he can yell at Batman himself until he’s breathless, but at the start of your relationship he’d struggle with the notion of telling you who he truly is and what he’s done. He can defend his decisions in front of the whole world, but there’s something terrifying about the notion that one day, you might see something broken in him, something that isn’t worth loving. It would cause him to second-guess for a long time, questioning what it is inside of him that led to everyone leaving him, and what’ll happen when you eventually find it.

▷ But eventually, Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who thrives under your love and care. He learns that you don’t find him scary when he looms over you, learns that you find it incredibly attractive when you blush and smile at him. He learns to love his own scars because of the paths you kiss along them, learns to be grateful for the body he never asked for when he has the strength to pick you up — yes, no matter how heavy you are — and spin you around and listen to you laugh as you cling onto his neck. 

▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who can keep up with you intellectually. You love reading, just like him? The two of you can ramble over books for hours, and there’s a gleam in his eyes and a grin on his face that makes you want to kiss him breathless. You struggle with reading, for whatever reason? That’s okay; he’ll cuddle with you and read whatever he’s reading aloud to you, and if the low, soothing rumble of his voice lulls you to sleep, he’ll just smile and put the book aside and cuddle with you until you wake up and he can resume where he left off. You like math, science, humanities, arts? Jason is a learner, and a passionate one at that; he’ll always make the effort to learn what you love, and there’s few things that can compare to a day in with your boyfriend, sharing the things you care about most with the person you care about most.

▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who banters with you. Inside jokes, references, sassy quips thrown back and forth, it’s all there. There’s never a dull moment with him, especially when the two of you have energy to spare. But it’s always tempered with this quiet adoration; he knows when a joke is going too far and when to pull back, he knows when you aren’t responding to the playfulness and he needs to tone it down. He’s sassy and confident and definitely one for the theatrics, but he’s also a quiet, steady presence for you whenever you need him to be.

▷ Above all else, Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who loves you so much it aches, loves you so much that even his current body — large and strong and capable as it is, the body you taught him to appreciate — can’t contain it all. His love for you seeps into everything he does, and when you return the same love to him? When you run your fingers through the white streak in his hair and buy him that book he’s wanted for ages and hold him when the nightmares keep him up at night? He finds himself thinking that maybe he came back to life just to find you, to love you, to be loved by you in return. And he’d crawl out of the grave a hundred times over to find his way back to your arms. 

♬ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ

Second fic on this account, yay! Sorry if this one seems a little more disorganized, I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Jason Todd and how lovely he is, and I had to get at least a fraction of them out. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 to this if I have more disorganized thoughts, who knows. I hope you enjoy all of these (slightly unorganized) musings about our lovely boy! ♡

 Also, thank you so much for the response on my first fic?? I was so nervous to post for the first time, and all of those likes genuinely made my day, so again, thank you! Next fic is going to be an NSFW one, hope you’re all excited :) 

 ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ? ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋʟɪꜱᴛ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ♡

 ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

 © ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ-ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ

[baekry]

Wish Complete

“⬚͒❀ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ㅤ ✿ᩨ ㅤ

[rotapathetic]

͏͏͏✧ ྅ ˚ . ᯇ * cooking with TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE ۫ : . 🎧

❝she’s lucky i guess❞ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

STREAMER who includes you in everything he does cooking stream

rafe leaned his elbows on the counter top, eyebrows furrowed, reading the chat. “you guys are no help. i said i think i did something wrong and you’re telling me to doordash instead.”

user: what are we supposed to do!! user: valid option user: well you’re the one ignoring my chats trying to HELP you

rafe pointed a finger at the screen, mock talking to the chatter directly. “you said three times to start over. i’m not taking your advice.”

rafe moved away from the camera, looking back to his pan of sauce for the pasta. he looked to you sitting at the island behind the camera. “it’s seriously a color i don’t think it should be.”

you smiled at him, knowing exactly where he messed up. “add more cream, rafe.” his eyes widened, turning to the camera. “she’s so smart.”

user: no actually what would he do without her user: what did she say

rafe moved to do exactly that, but some of the sauce splashed up onto his shirt. rafe sighed, looking down to his shirt. you were already on your way to his room to grab a change for him.

rafe turned around, showing the viewers the mess. “and if i rage quit?”

user: take it off!! user: haha

“mods, find that user’s family for laughing at me.” he responded, dabbing at the spot.

he looked up when he saw you come back into the room with a new shirt. you went to hand it to him then walk off, when rafe grabbed your hand, pulling you in front of him, your back to the camera.

you went to ask what was wrong when rafe started changing his shirt, you blocking the view.

user: DANGIT user: well!! user: lucky her i guess

you let out a little laugh, rafe moving your arms up to block out more of him. when he finished, he grabbed your waist to keep you facing forward, taking a step to the side so you could look at the food.

“is it done? i’m only serving this to you if you approve.” he asked. you grabbed the spoon on the side, taking a taste. you nodded, letting out a little hum. “you did great, ’m so proud.” you kissed his cheek with a smile, walking off to sit back down.

user: we got a side profile guys user: been knew she’s pretty user: we’re being fed girlfriend content 🙏

rafe poured the pasta in, giving it a moment to coat, turning back around to read the chat. “and you guys said i couldn’t do it.”

user: bro she helped pipe down

[sourkiki]

niki during sexxx!! like fav positions, how he would sound, what he would call his gf like pet names or dirty and what phrases would he use the most during it!! can’t stop thinking definitely hard thoughts 💥💥💥🤯

ALBUM'S CONTENT: explicit mature content, headcanon+drabble format, established relationship, dom! 西村力 x fem! reader, unprotected sex (wrap it up) ❀ 843... ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER: this is more of a headcanon rather than a drabble because uh, i'm too lazy whoops

Favorite position: missionary.

As much as Riki likes having sex with you, he prefers to have you in positions where he can see your face. Why? Simple. It’s so he can see how good he’s making you feel. It’s a common thing for him to have you in a missionary position. This allows him to have a clear, undisturbed view of seeing your face filled with nothing but pleasure. This also gives him an ego boost as he knows he’s the first and last to have you like this. If you try to cover your face, Riki will move your hands away, pinning them above your head, leaving you helpless as he fucks into you. 

“Ngh, R-Riki, fuck,” you whined, back arching off the bed at heavenly it feels with his cock hitting the same spot, again and again. Your boyfriend grits his teeth, tightening his grip around your wrists while the other holds onto your hips for support. Your legs were loosely wrapped around his waist, allowing him to slide in deeper. You swore you could feel his cock kissing the entrance to your cervix, making your mouth form a silent ‘O’ shape. 

Favorite position: cowgirl.

Sometimes, Riki likes letting you take charge. He doesn’t mind putting in the work but the mere thought of you leading turns him on. He likes it the most when you’re seated on his lap, like he’s your throne and you’re the queen. He won’t do anything, other than having his hands on your waist, letting you ride him, use him to your hearts’ content. 

“Shit, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, unable to look away from the stunning, arousing sight of you bouncing on his lap. To add fuel to the fire, you were even wearing one of his shirts that completely engulfed you with your collarbones covered in hickeys exposed as it hangs off your left shoulder. Riki had pushed the shirt up, giving him a crystal clear view of your pussy lips stretched as wide as possible as you sucked him in. 

Sounds.

Maybe this is just me but Riki isn’t the type to be shy of making sounds. He’s not very loud but he isn’t quiet, either. So he’s somewhere in between. The most common sounds he’ll make is probably either a moan or a groan. He does this whenever he has you seated on his face or when he’s fucking you, mind spinning with how tight and warm you feel around his cock or mouth. 

No drabble because I’m too lazy for this shit. 

Speeches.

As discussed with my fellow freaki, we believe Riki will switch between degrading and praising. But it heavily depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s in the mood to take things slow, be a tease and edge you into oblivion until you’re a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him. 

“Riki, please..” You pleaded, a tear droplet trickling down your face when your boyfriend pulled his fingers out.

Your pussy was practically pulusing, begging for its much-needed release but Riki wasn’t satisfied yet. He smirked, eyes darkening at how desperate and needy you’ve become. And it’s all because of him. He didn’t give any warning, pushing his fingers back in, eliciting a startled gasp from you. You whined, hips jerking forward to take more of him inside, wanting to feel more—

But he pulled out again. 

Riki coos, faux sweetness in his voice. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You can be good for me, can’t you? Only good girls get a reward, so don’t cum, or you’re not cumming at all. Not until I say so.” 

But whenever he’s going through rough times in his life, Riki’s demeanor does a switch. Screw the slow, soft sex. Now, he just wants to get rid of his pent-up stress and what other way to do it other than by releasing his stress onto you? 

“W-Wait, too much,” you weakly protested, still feeling the aftereffects of your unknown climax but your boyfriend didn’t listen. In fact, he wasn’t already listening the moment he laid his hands on you. His bangs fell forward, hovering over his dark, lust-filled eyes as he continued thrusting into you with newfound determination. At this point, you could only lay there helplessly, letting him fucked into your dripping, loose pussy. Some of your body fluids trickled down your inner thighs and seeing this, Riki scoops them up and pushes them back into your cunt, making your legs twitch. You weren’t even aware that your hips had jerked forward, meeting him in the middle. 

“Fuck, look at you, dripping wet for me. You kept saying no but your pussy still lets me in,” he sneers, reaching down to give a light smack on where you’re connected with one another, drawing a high-pitched whimper. You tightened around him and that didn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Maybe I should make you sit on my cock everyday, split you open to keep this needy little thing full. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He continues, drawing breathless whimpers and mewls from your bruised lips. 

taglist: @minjunis, @byshens, @emisluvr. @riqomi, @rikisoup

[sqgeism]

yearner anaxa. i mean anaxa being an absolute LOSER i need him on his knees pls this man is plaguing my thoughts IM SUFFERING FROM ANAXA SYNDROME SEND HEEEELPPPP

𓎟𓎟 sweet request from a yearning anonnie 𝄞 a love letter signed with anaxagoras' initials 𓂃𓈒

ℒ.ove mail ┈ 🍒 ꫂ love me a blasphemous genius on his knees and begging! who said that ((ﾟ□ﾟ;)). vyn ritcher is lowk anaxagoras guys (im crazy)

aeon forbid anaxagoras asks for a little less in this overwhelming life of his.

less stress, less paperwork, less idiocracy from those who bother him with senseless nagging.

..less clothes currently on his spouse .

now he's no animal, he won't be so crude to tear through such important clothing to you. but he certainly does wish you'll be a little improper. lift that shirt up a little higher, wearing shorts instead of pants today. he understands the appeal of sweatpants (no, he won't wear them for you), but come on, he's tried insinuating his.. need. he's kissed you twice in one minute, is that not enough of a sign, does he need to squeeze your waist tighter?

"anaxagoras—" thank the stars. "—do you think they'll finally get together after the third book?" he's going to rip that novel from your hands and burn it. (he won't, it's his copy)

"dove." "yes?"

in one swift movement, the ever so stern anaxagoras had shifted to fall off the couch, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. "does a man truly have to grovel at your feet to get you to look at him?"

he relishes in the gasp that escapes you as his hand slowly lifts the cuff of your sweatpants, revealing the skin he has oh so missed. methodically, intimately, he presses delicate kisses as he sighs. "i've missed you, i'm rarely home—work eats up the both of us, and you'd rather let the novel take your attention rather than me? gods, sometimes i do wish illiteracy was more prominent. maybe then i wouldn't have to beg."

your speechlessness makes him smirk, leaning his head against your calf. "what? your attention also comes in silence? it was amusing at first, but i'm serious."

he slowly moves closer until one hand rests on your thigh and his head on the other, sighing in complete content, brows slightly furrowed yet somehow is expression is in peace. "..and yet not a word—not a single ounce of you. had i done some sort of wrongdoing? what is making you so ignorant to my advances?"

his grip on your thigh tightening makes you gasp. "finally, you've found your voice."

"i.. it's all just so sudden." ohh.. the slight hitch in your voice is just so perfect.

"you don't have to do anything. just acknowledge me and i'll give you the world."

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[bambisnc]

      𝖮𝖮𝖯𝖲 !   % luggage mix-ups&cute strangers

            ST✮RRING───𝗡.𝓡𝗞 ୨୧ 2566 && 𝐖. crackfic wigs implied frozen 1 slander jake + jungwon mentioned lilo&stitch mentioned sunghoon & minju appearance as airport staff reader wears glasses + likes sanrio

ㅤ𝖤𝑋𝖳𝖱𝖠 ㅤ ( > ㅅ < ) ㅤ i really went ALL out for this >< my longest drabble yet! thank you to mana for emotional support during my many crashouts, and shoutout tewww juni, koi, lilly for listening to me yap about my idea and mi + ai for semi proofreading ! i love ygs big time MWAH

                  check out my other account ! 𝖢𝘓𝗂𝖢𝖪     ᰈ̠ 𝖭𝘈𝖵𝗂

after getting off of a terribly long and otherwise unpleasant flight, all you really want is to grab your luggage, find a cab back home and face-plant into your comfy, cosy bed. and then stay there for a minimum of 15 hours.

it was the only thing keeping you going, really.

but of course, the universe has other plans for you. 

you should’ve caught on to that, from how suspicious it was that as soon as you reached baggage claim … by some stroke of luck, you spotted your suitcase immediately. 

oh, joy! for once, you wouldn’t have to stand like an idiot for an odd 25 minutes, watching various pieces of luggage roll out on the conveyor belt, moving so slowly that it was almost mocking. 

with a quick internal cheer, you’d rushed to grab the handle of the bag. 

… only for another hand to also be picking the same suitcase up?

oh! you get it. the stranger who you’ve now appraised with a quick glance (really tall, sharp features and nice hair) is just helping you out!

maybe there is good in the world, after all!

you flash him a quick smile, ready to thank him for being so nice, but really, you can handle the suitcase on your own,—before a scowl takes over his pretty features. 

okay. rude. 

hot people should not be allowed to look that annoyed and still be attractive. 

“i’d really appreciate it if you’d stop trying to steal my luggage,” he tells you, the words forced out through grit teeth. 

you find yourself sympathizing with him for a minute, the slight bags under his eyes quite telling of a rough flight.

but no. you’ve had a difficult flight too.

you’ve had to listen to a toddler whine about why frozen 2 is better than the first one for the greater part of 3 hours (who honestly did have some good points, if you really think about it). 

you’ve had to deal with some stupid 13 year old who kept reclining his seat farther and farther back (and after you politely told her to stop, she stuck her tongue out at you. the audacity.) 

and the worst of all. 

the guy seated next to you kept trying to get you to invest in his potential cult / pyramid marketing scheme for yak fur wigs. 

you kept telling him you were broke but you’re quite sure he didn’t even listen to one word you said. especially because when your flight landed he handed you a business card, which was just as sketchy as his description of his business that was about to “take the world by a storm.”

so, no. fuck being nice. you simply do not have the energy for that right now. 

“right,” you say, in a voice equally as strained, “that’s funny, because this happens to be mine. maybe try actually, oh, i don’t know, looking at it before you accuse me of “stealing” my own luggage.”

at that, the man’s scowl deepens. he tugs the suitcase towards him once, the movement sharp, and you almost fall right into his chest. but you manage to stop yourself right in time. 

all those tiktok balancing exercises—which you did only out of peer pressure from creators who insisted that if you scrolled away without dropping a follow and stretching your limbs as they were doing in the video, it would be nothing short of catastrophic—must be finally coming into use. 

“my vision is completely fine. 20/20, in fact.” he says smugly, with obvious disdain towards your own glasses. 

how dare he hold your bad eyesight against you like that. 

this means war. 

“clearly it’s not,” you slide the suitcase back towards your own figure. “because this is mine. good luck finding your own though! may i suggest paying ‘Lost & Found’ a quick visit?”

mr. stranger scoffs at that. loudly. “you can’t really think MY suitcase is yours.”

“well, yes, unless this is actually opposite world wherein your suitcase ALSO has a huge dent at the bottom from where it hit the edge of MY dressing table 5 days ago.”

“you have got to be kidding me.” he sighs, looking tired. the AUDACITY. “i know that dent. that dent is there because jungwon dropped the bag out of my balcony last month, and it slammed right into jake’s remote controlled drone.”

“a drone. really.”

“it’s … a long story.”

“i’m sure it is. i fully believe that happened.” you earnestly say, nodding along with your own words, “jake and jungwon are totally real people and you definitely put a lot of thought into that lie.”

“they are real people, dammit. and i’m not lying.” 

you blink up, the picture of innocence. “but y’sound awfully defensive for someone who’s so sure he’s right …”

that does it. his jaw tightens. “okay listen here, you—” mr.stranger’s face has flushed an angry cherry shade by now, and you have to bite back laughter at the image. 

but thankfully, right before the situation can elevate to a physical comic book-esque fight over the suitcase in question, a third party finally interrupts. 

what looks to be a rather, harassed looking airport assistance staff member appears in front of you with a bright, if slightly worried exclamation, “sir! madam!’ 

her voice is breathless, slightly shaky with effort, “we’ve been getting constant complaints from the elderly lady over there–she, um, says you’ve been blocking the conveyor belt.” 

you glance behind. and sure enough, a crowd of mildly entertained but mostly frustrated passengers stares back. 

“i believe the two of you have something to work out regarding that suitcase?” the assistant prods gently, “i could direct you towards the airport authorities, if you’d like?”

“there’s no dispute here!” you pipe up, confidently. “i’ll just be on my way with my suitcase, thank you though!” 

you turn around ready to leave, hoping mr.stranger (you should maybe consider asking for his name, at some point) has forgotten about thinking your suitcase was his. 

you almost walk away. almost. but right then, his hand grips onto your wrist, effectively stopping you. 

“just a minute, doll.” his tone is lowered in what you assume is annoyance in a way that, embarrassingly, sends a shiver down your spine, “there’s just one small problem. that suitcase is still very much mine.”

“fuck off, you very well know this isn’t yours?!”

the assistant raises her hands placatingly, “alright, alright—let’s all calm down here. i really suggest going to the .. baggage authorities.” her tone clearly emphasizes that it wasn’t a “suggestion” at all.

you and mr.stranger, suddenly feeling slightly conscious, exchange a glance and unanimously decide to comply. 

soon enough, you’re taken into the office by her and presented to a uniformed man behind the counter. 

he takes one look at you and mr. stranger, gaze squinted in silent scrutiny. the practiced customer smile that he directs towards you soon after is only slightly forced.

“another 320LMAO, is it minju?,” he asks the assistant, tone dry and oozing of boredom. “not one day goes by without one of these. i’m getting too old for this shit.”

“you’re 22, sunghoon.”

“i meant metaphorically. obviously. get with the times, minju.”

“do your job, sunghoon.”

sunghoon grumbles at that. he takes an additional 10 whole minutes to stare at you and mr.stranger, respectively, before wordlessly beckoning for the suitcase. 

mr.stranger obliges, sliding it towards him with a weirdly unnecessary flair. 

“as much as i’d hate to interrupt the .. uh,  proceedings” he begins, “... what exactly is a 320LMAO?”

minju the assistant sighs and mutters something under her breath which sounds a suspicious amount like here we go again. completely contrasting her demeanour, sunghoon’s face lights up like he’s been waiting years for someone to ask.

“it’s code, actually! lingo for the cool, hip airport guys, if you will—Luggage Misidentified Again Ohmygod. LMAO. and the 320 is there because minju said it’d sound more official like that.” 

minju looks like she’d rather be anywhere else at the moment and flusters around for a second or two before gesturing something towards her phone and all but booking it out of the room.

so, basically, you and YOUR suitcase are totally in good hands. 

“... and so, finally, after 6 days and 23 whole hours we were able to find that battered, orange warrior of a suitcase.” .. sunghoon’s still talking, rather passionately now, about what you’re assuming are the origins of 320LMAO, “and ever since that day, this beloved code has been put in place. thinking about the story gives me chills. literal chills.”

when will this be over? you just want to go home, for god’s sake. with a sideways glance towards mr.stranger, you catch a glimpse of his incredulous expression at sunghoon’s story and let slip a giggle. 

he turns to look at you upon hearing your little laugh, and his own tensed features finally give way to a slight smirk. you almost let bygones be bygones due to the sheer reason that he looks … really pretty now that you’re really looking at him. 

you can always get a new suitcase, yeah? might as well let him have this one!

“you’re not even listening.” is sunghoon the official … pouting at you and mr.stranger? “oh. i get it. too busy having your little romcom moment to listen to the greatest story of all time.” 

a sound not unlike a strangled half-choke, half-cough leaves mr. stranger, “excuse me? we’re really not—”

“whatever. you wouldn’t it get it, anyway. let’s get this over with.” the official crouches down huffily, unzips the suitcase and flips the lid open in a way that only reveals the contents to himself. “woah.”

???

“i need each of you to state some things you had packed in your luggage.” he says, eyes flashing with a hint of amusement. 

your my melody makeup bag. a blue cinnamoroll themed polaroid camera. one kuromi plushie. you oblige this information with zero hesitation. you’re proud of your sanrio obsession. who could even say one singular bad thing about something so whimsical and cute and joy-giving?

sunghoon nods slowly. 

mr.stranger says he has a chrome hearts hoodie, a new pair of headphones and .. one kuromi plushie. for his younger sister. interesting.

sunghoon nods, facial expression betraying nothing. he’d be really good at poker, you find yourself thinking, right as he clears his throat and makes his verdict, “... well. i don’t even know what to say. you guys can just .. have a look inside, i guess.”

very professional.

however, you both lean in as soon as he words out the sentence, eager to finally, finally put an end to this.

there’s a pause. all you can really do is stare.

“... what the hell?” mr.stranger mumbles, tone so unbelieving and full of wonder it elicits a snort from sunghoon.

you blink. once, twice. 

the shock of plain, mousy brown that greets you from the inside stares back resolutely. 

the suitcase appears to be full of … wigs? 

you really hope they are wigs.

sunghoon uses one gloved finger to daintily edge away a few of the .. wigs .. present at the surface to reveal … 

… what looks to be a gorgeously painted porcelain sink (yes like the one where you do the washing), exactly 2 and a half bowling pins (one of them being somehow broken vertically) and a metal case. 

which on further investigation turns out to be filled with miniature replicas of medieval weaponry. 

oh, and, one life sized victorian era accurate crown. 

“so?” the official prods, “whose is it, then?”

“that … is definitely not mine.” you immediately say, only for mr.stranger to exclaim in a way that overlaps with yours completely.

“uh. yeah, no, same.” he adds, stepping back like the suitcase might be infectious.

the deadpan expression on sunghoon’s face says everything he’s probably too polite to actually voice out. but thankfully, minju—your life saving grace, an angel from the heavens,your .. knight in shining armor, even—peeks into the room right at the moment.

“sunghoon. emergency. a child has climbed on top of the “lilo & stitch” display and won’t get down. he says frozen 2 is the superior movie and demands to meet olaf.”

“againnn?” said man whines, “i’m so over this shit, ugh.” but after a quick little tantrum he does eventually leave the room, grumbling out a short “don’t touch anything” to you and mr.stranger.

obviously, you and mr.stranger unanimously decide to touch everything.

in the suitcase, that is.

aside from the wigs. obviously.

“hey, mr.stranger guy—”

“??? it’s nishimura riki.”

“that, yes. this crown looks like it’d be the perfect size for you. that’s suspicious. are you sure the suitcase isn’t yours?”

riki squints at you, then looks disdainfully down at the crown in your hands. “…not my style. and more importantly, i wouldn’t be caught dead with those … wigs … ever. my hair is very natural, thank you very much.”

you burst out laughing at that; maybe the hours of travelling induced sleep deprivation is finally catching up to you. riki rolls his eyes, the corner of his lips twitching upwards at your reaction.

both of you sink down to the floor in front of the open bag, knees just about brushing. 

“what’s their story, do you think? whoever this suitcase belongs to.” you wonder aloud, after a beat. 

“hm. i’d say they were a member of royalty with a deep love for waffles, bowling and plumbing. and a family history of male pattern baldness. just a guess.”

 “or,” you begin solemnly, “someone pulling a medieval-themed heist … against a bowling league. the waffles were a heist snack and the sink was a spoil of the battle. a sign of our guy’s victory, if you will.”

riki nods in agreement, not even trying to hide his smile anymore, and it’s a little too successful in disarming you for someone who called you a thief merely minutes ago. “that makes perfect sense.”

you find yourself grinning back despite yourself. “come to think of it … this one guy on the plane was trying to recruit me as an investor in his yak wig business …”

exactly on cue, the office door creaks open by some divine intervention and you see outside the following events happen in rapid succession : 

sunghoon, attempting to wrestle off a child who is resolutely clinging onto a “Stitch” from “Lilo & Stitch” cardboard cutout while simultaneously trying to reason with a man (is that mr.yak wig business seller himself?) and assure him that the airport staff are doing everything they can to find his precious suitcase.

and then telling him that no, sunghoon will not be investing in his business because frankly, it sounds like a pyramid scheme.

neither you nor nishimura riki think to put an end to the sheer chaos outside by simply telling the yak wig business man that his suitcase is, in fact, right here.

because, honestly, you couldn't care less about the suitcase anymore. let the airport staff figure that one out themselves.

you’re a bit too caught up having your little romcom moment with riki, after all. oops.

but hey, at least you’ll have a good laugh about all this at the coffee date he’s just asked you to tomorrow! ^-^

𐙚 . regulars : @chrrific @jessxxxfwd @evanesceki @soobundle1009 @weedatthegasstattion @flipitkickit @douqhnxtss @soona-huh @amoressb @nicholasluvbot @manariee @rinrinninnin @ddeonuswife @douqhnxtss @lovenha7 @amatariki @i-am-not-dal @liyahhhh620 @elleetlalune @eunwonji @s0shroe @wensurr @unhakies @starniras @calabaeri @athenaisonlinee @weepingsweep @itsactuallylina ⋆

[ 𝑓𝗋𝑜𝗆 陰 ] : my longest drabble yet .. possibly my longest piece of writing in general ... my magnum opus, my baby, my child. i live love laugh this drabble. hi.

ㅤㅤㅤ© BAMBiSNC ♡ 2025

[eliatopia]

ㅤ

ㅤㅤ✿

ㅤㅤ

ᩭᧉ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀❀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ 𓆸ৎ⠀ ⠀𐚁

✿◌⠀ ⠀⠀ { ... }⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝑛ᧉ⠀ ⠀⠀ ✧

𓋹⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑠⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀❤︎⠀ ⠀⠀ 𓈒⠀𓈒ㅤㅤ

❥ ꦿ✿ൄ⠀⠀⠀⠀もぐ⠀ ⠀⠀／⠀ ⠀♡

𐂯 ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𐔌 ♥︎⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝒬𝑢𝑜𝑖⠀ ⠀｡

•̩̩͙*˚ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𓂋⠀ ⠀⠀ ⊹⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𖦹𓍼

⠀⠀

[caramiuu]

I'm going crazy now 걷잡을 수 없이 난

I stay up all night again. . . 𖣁

You know I can't leave you alone ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ׁ 𓉸 

▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀