#and realizing that yet again these arent people I can click with

[downfallofi]

Im all partied out after the last two days 🙃

[burnedwriter]

A/n:hello everyone i hope you are having a wonderfull day/night! these are some fics that didnt make the cut to become full,and as always if there are any mistakes let me know!

warnings:fuck machine(dottore),mention of experimention(dottore),overstimulation(dottore),riding(tighnari),petnames(tighnari),masturbation(childe),degradation(scaramouche)

A/n:it happened again this is a reupload of the og fics,i feel like sb is reporting my work but i will never find out who it is so im stepping away from tumblr for awhile,all of my fics will be on ao3

A/n:im not responsible what people read,minors do not interact

Dottore

Strapped naked with your legs spread on the operation table as dottore was reading up the machine of his new experiment and as his assistant it was your duty to help him not that you had a choice.

He placed the machine between your legs, you asked him confused

''excuse me sir,can i ask what is this experiment is about?'' you said feeling anxiety build up inside your stomach since he didnt gave you any info about the machine

''no need to hurry dear,you will find out soon~''

feeling something cold poke your entranced you,you immediatly leaned down to look what it was

''what is thaaah~''before you could even finish your sentence,the object that was placed on top of the machine was inside of you,making you moan loudly as your walls parted.

Turning your head left and right trying to find the doctor,only to spot him sitting leaned back with his legs spread at the corner of the room with a controler on his hand.Pressing the button again the machine started moving in and out at of you slowly

''Aah~''you moaned in pleasure.

Turning your head at the doctor,a grin started to form at your reaction only to see him press it again making the pace of the machine go faster making your back arch in response as your body started feeling warm all over at the sensatiin

''hmph~c-can you m-make it go faster?''you asked him,getting impatient

Dottore let out a breathy laugh at your request

''eager i see arent we''

You heard yet another click and the speed of the machine picked up to a brutal one as it pumped in and out,moaning as you felt your mind going blank from the pleasure,digging your nails at the inside of your palm since you had nothing to grab on.

''i-i'm c-close''you spoke up so the doctor could hear you through the sound of the machine

Feeling yourself close to your climax,you came as your body shook violently against the restrains,your thighs started shaking from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure,as the machine continued to thrust into you,upon reaching your orgasm you expected Dottore to close the machine,you turned to look at him only to realize by his evil smile that he wasnt going to

''wait!,Aah~''your body jolt forward from the overstimulation,trying to close your legs only to be stop by stopped the restrains

''p-please t-too much~''you begged as tears started to form in your eyes and your breath becoming heavy

Getting up from his chair he walked over to you,now towering over you.

''brace yourself dear,its going to be a long night''

he purred as he rubbed the inner side of your thight with his hand.

tighnari

''are we going to stay here forever?''tighnari complained.

''im trying my best ok!!''you whined as you continued riding him.

Tighnari has done so many things for you inside and outside of  the bedroom,and you wanted to show him how much he means to you.So you conviced that you are going to take control to show your apprecietion but that didnt go the way you planned it sadly.

''let me help you a bit''he signed and placed both of his hands on your hips as you placed yours on his chest for balance as he guided your hips to pick up the pace

''Ngh~tighnari~''you cried bouncing up and down on his cock

you felt yourself getting closer and closer to finishing as his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over again

''im cumming''you moaned as tighnari's hands never left your hips and continued his frantic rythem

''then cum for me my little lotus''

childe/tartaglia

Due to his responsibilities as a harbinger,childe had to be away from you for month on end before he would come home to you,so he would always carry a picture of you with him.Though it was no ordinary picture of you together no no no it was a picture of you he took during one of your intercourses,of course he asked you if you were ok with him keeping it for his eyes only to see which you agreed upon.

Feeling the frustration of his work build up over the week,he took the photo out of his wallet and sat on a chair with his shirt unbuttoned and  his legs spread with his pants lowered to his ankles, he started to palm himself through his underwear feeling himself getting hard ,wishing that it was your hand touching his cock instead of his.Looking at the picture his mind started to wander on the moment it was taken.

His breath hitched as he grew impatient from his own teasing,he pulled his cock out and started stroking himself at a slow pace

''Ah~fuck~'' he moaned to himself as he leaned back and closed his eyes

Remembering how your wet cunt would feel around around his cock,when he fucked you,pounding into you mercilessly as your moans feeled your shared bedroom,how would you begged him for more until you couldnt take it anymore.

''hmph~ah~''He continue to rolling his hips as he fucked his hand,picking up the speed into a faster one as he could feel himself getting closer and closer.

''Aah~c-cuming c-cuming"he cooed,putting a hand on his mouth to suppress his moans as he moved his hand up and down his cock before he threw his head back and finishing on his hand.

scaramouche

''you couldn't wait until my meeting was over you needy slut''scaramouche hissed through his teeth as he had you bent over his desk,savagly pounding into you.He was done with you teasing him during his meeting,you would do those fuck me eyes every time he turned his gaze at you,getting distracted by his thoughts from hearing his subordinates as he felt himself getting hard through his pants and doing his best to hide,wishing his meeting to end,so he could teach you a proper ''lesson'' for distracting him

''ngh~aah~''you moaned as you held on the desk for dear life,turning your knuckles white

''what happened too cock drunk to say anything slut''he teased never slowing down his pace

''scara-~''the only thing you coulld do is moan his name in response,your mind feeing cloudy from the pleasure

You feeling a sensation in your stomach growing stronger and stronger,as you feel your orgasm approching

''scara~i-i'm cumming''struggling to keep your voice low to not attract any unwanted attention from the people walking outside his office

''ah~then cum for me~''he commanded

upon reaching your climax,feeling that dizzying feeling of ectacy,you were left breathless on the desk,you felt scaramouche pull out and tucked himself back in his pants as he watched his cum dripping out of you and admired his work

[edledamianfan]

This plot is based on the aftermath of dceased but it can also be centered around different universes. Centered around the super sons. Idk I think it can be platonic and romantic depending on how you see it.

Background: Out of nowhere ghosts of dead people familiar suddenly appeared in different places. Initially, people were happy, maybe a bit sad. After all they returned back to life but there was something, a bit odd.

So the "ghosts" In these stories can be interacted touched just like a regular person. However they do act like ghost sometimes, like stopping for no reason or wandering around. And one particular thing was that they can be pretty ooc, like not how they remember these people to be. Ex like Bruce smiling and relaxing

The league later discovered that it is an ancient gem artifact that feeds on people's loss and desire to meet another person once again. And as time goes on it could be dangerous to the person because like, these ghost people arent actually real people but rather the memories of like a specific person that really wants to see them again.

This story can be centered around different people who lost their loved ones in the fight and they are the people who was effected with the gem. (Btw these artifacts are gems that are scattered throughout the ghosts and the only way to get them back is for that grieving person to let go of the ghost)

But im mainly centering around jondami and maybe alfred.

So the ghost that mostly appeared in the series is Damian's ghost. For some reason this ghost was a lot more humanlike than the others (So the more sorrow and grief the person has for the ghost the more humanlike the ghost will be). He usually appear in different places and he actually guides, teasing, talking, and playing with people then wanders around again. He appears in conversations or randomly pops in.

At first people thought it's because they all miss him because he sacrificed himself for them. But it turns out only one person can manifest the ghost. (In a way the grieving person is controlling the ghost based on how they remember him, maybe jokes that the ghost used to make in the past is being used again when they are interacting in the present).

The Damian people know was a lot more mature and does sometimes cracks up jokes but he was always on edge and serious. But this damian was a lot more relazed since his burden is pretty much lifted off his shoulders. So he was a lot more playful, gentle, kind, surprisingly domestic and nurturing but also brazen and serious when they need him too. And one feature is that he smiles a lot which they didn't see much from him when he was alive.

At first when the justice league was collecting these ghost (gems) and figured it out they thought it was alfred who was manifesting Damian along with the rest of the batfamily (Bruce, Dick, Tim, Jason mainly). But when Alfred let them go. Damian remained.

So ghost Damian was like the last one to go because they were pretty confused why he remained. They then traced their tracks and talked to Damian's various friends, family. Even spying and asking Damian why he remained. Damian did know who manifested him but he said to "give them sometime, I don't think they're ready to let me go yet". Some members disagree, because the more he stays the more dangerous it gets. Then Damian mutters, "I just want him to let go of me. Let him heal, but doing so will just hurt him even more". He slipped and they connected the dots and realized it was Jon. Damian just smiled bitterly once they found out that Jon has been manifesting Damian the entire time.

Turns out, plot twist, this was a version of damian but the sides of him that in jons sees from his eyes

So thats why he was kinder teasy and everything. The members hadn't expected it because Jon behavior was normal. During Damian's sacrifice he did went into a slump but he seemed to be okay now to them. *TT* "Is he now?" It then clicked for Superman and he realized that his boy has been hiding his wounds with a smile.

...

"You know sometimes i feel like i want to join you"

"You can't Jon"

"Yeah I can't. I still have work to do here. They need to help they can get"

...

"You're so cruel Dame... "

"I'm sorry"

"Sorry doesn't brings you back"

...

"Well you've always been cruel"

He sighed as he slowly choked back tears. Looking at the sunset in the distance.

"I have to stay here so that everything you've done will not go to waste. Rao, I don't even know where you are anymore. I can't feel your heartbeat (I lost a part of me). Will I see you in death? Will I ever see you again?"

The ghost just stood there silently, eyes glimering like kryptonian stone. Jon loved it. He could just drown in it.

"You can't answer me can you?... Cause you're not real? Cause after all we've been through, I just don't know the answer to it.", Jon looked up tears slowly falling.

"... Will I see you in another universe? Another lifetime? (This is so not fair I wanted you in this one)"

...

Damian smiled at him and Jon stopped smiling. Thats because he knows that he wanted Damian to smile at him. He knows he's not real yet he still begs for him to not go. If he had begged him to not go then. ...

Would he not leave?

...

No he would've done the same thing.

Oh Damian you're so cruel.

.....

In the end Jon lets Damian go.

And he dies once again in his eyes.

In the end although Jon is distraught he slowly remembered his memories of him and Damian. Everything good, everything bad and everything he loves. His heart is still broken with regret, sorrow over the loss, yet there is a small hope in him as he turns to his comrades that has been watching the scene, especially to his father

"I might still need time to heal. To be honest, I don't think I'll ever will."

"... But", he thinks back to Damian.

"I think it's alright, It feels like he's here with me", he brushes his hand over his heart.

Over the years he had always attacked Jon in various ways. But the weapon he was never taught how to hone, how to use, the only one he didn't understand,

Love,

was the most effective move against a being like Jon.

He chuckled at the irony and smiled bitterly.

I guess he's just my kryptonite.

Fin.

There is no happy ending in this one lol. It just makes the story more impactful (it's more on the feels lol). I could make a fic but i know i wont finish it so thats why i even made this tumblr in the first place. To dump all the ideas people might like here 😅

I tried to make the ending better but im still not satisfied. It just gets longer and longer 😭

[steven-has-exploded]

ive yet to really see anyone else point this out but i think fyodor is going to end up being one of the most gut-wrenchingly unstable and sympathetic (to ME atleast) characters in bsd. what i perceive as foreshadowing for this has all been pretty vague, but thats really only further ammunition considering the way asagiri likes to write via throwing the wildest shit at us out of nowhere at 50mph and expecting us to deal with it. how did i first come to this conclusion? harukawas eye thing

this is going to be long please proceed with caution if you read slowly or just not at literal supersonic speed. rant under cut u know how this works

for those unaware or who have since forgotten the exact details, here is the image explaining harukawas thing with eyes, click to read;

so. fyodors eyes are usually very light, which a few other people have pointed out is probably due to the fact he genuinely believes his goal of ridding the world of abilities is following gods will; almost everything he does is a necessary evil to acheive the idealistic dream of a world without abilities. he understands his actions are wrong, but you cant go through with a goal such as that without doing morally reprehensible things in the process. anws so as user wildflowerteas pointed out his eyes are extremely dark after hes resurrected

now, could this just be signifying that fyodor can now continue doing his fucked up little deeds via his functional immortality? yes. but asagiri doesnt seem to write that way and i need an excuse to defend fyodor because im insane

asagiri generally doesnt write characters, especially important ones, as subscribing to one specific side of the moral compass. sure, there are characters that are more morally good or bad or gray than others, but not every one of their actions is as such. characters arent straight heroes or villains in their actions, and sometimes not even narratively; fitzgerald did everything for his wife to finally be happy and see her daughter again, dazai still trained akutagawa the way he did despite knowing it was abusive because his circumstances couldnt allow him to change before oda died, et cetera

so, lets interpret it another way. fyodors eyes being dark after resurrection may not be a reflection of his sinister personality, but rather the way he views and experiences his own countless deaths. he is purified in death and tainted when hes brought back; at peace in his last moments and destroyed when hes alive again. so what conclusion did this realization bring me to? fyodor is a suicidal maniac and hates his ability hear me out Please

in hindsight it seems really obvious to me now; what other reason could have spurred him on to try to desperately to erase abilities if not because he himself despises his own? his ability is truly the purest act of cruelty someone can experience when driven to the point he has been; it lets him bask in the calm of death, the comfort of everything finally ending, the solace that hes going to be finally rewarded for his actions by god. but only for a moment. once that moment is over, hes torn back into the world of the living, in the body of his own killer, the corpse of his last vessel staring him in the face as if to mock him for what he could never have. it deprives him of the human right to even die. what kind of person who claims to love all humanity wouldnt want to free the world of abilities, if others' have caused them as much pain as his has to him?

okok i apologize for making u hear me wax poetic about an anime twink version of fyodor dostoevsky but if youre still not convinced, which is ok i can see why this would be very insane to someone who isnt obsessed with this guy, i want you to just imagine for a moment how living with that kind of power would effect you. while we dont know fyodors exact age, we can assume that hes been alive for at least about 500 years due to his ability. fyodor isnt some kind of immortal being that has a conveniently human form, he is an actual human being who was first murdered presumably just in his twenties based on his appearance, who then had to slowly come to the realization that he will experience small spots of death before having to continue the same cycle of immortality for forever. human beings cant grasp the concept of infinity; our brains arent wired to deal with the idea, because everything in our own lives comes to an end. fyodor will never experience that. even if you view him as plain evil, pure and simple, no human being wishes to have their brain broken by the hands of infinity. and yet thats what fyodor is experiencing

[thesnowidol4life]

ruinene

what have you done 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

but yes <<<<333 i love them with my whole being <<<<333

1:What made you ship it

multiple things it was like god was forcing me to perceive them!

i was on the ao3 tag on day 2 of proseka being out bc i was that impatient about translations and ended up stumbling upon a ruinene fic there (no but its actually so funny bc not only was i not interested in wxs at the beginning, and even though i read every oc's basic description before the game came out, it wasnt until that moment that it clicked in my friends to lovers loving brain that "oh shit you can do childhood friends to lovers w them huh" . this really was the beginning of the end)

anyways it got worse as i read wxs' main story bc i realized "oh no im starting to enjoy them a lot uh ohh" (i blame things like rui only agreeing to join wxs at first so nene could have a chance to try performing again, "you have a bad personality/that makes two of us", nene being happy that rui's started enjoying doing shows w tsukasa and emu, rui snapping at tsukasa for making nene cry and tells her she doesnt have to push herself to perform anymore, etc. i never recovered from any of that i never will). then it got WORSE when my brainrot was getting enabled by my bestie. then it got WORSE WORSE when i thought about nene while listening to yuukei yesterday one day and by law if a character exhibits takane enomoto behavior i cant must get attached. so yeah now im here

2: What are your favorite things about the ship?

these two are my favorite depiction of the childhood friends trope in any piece of media (i know a lot of the things i love arent top tier writing for that to mean a lot, but also idc theyre the best)

this sounds weird on a post of me talking about a ship trope i love but i get really annoyed whenever im watching/reading something w childhood friends and a romantic aspect is applied to it bc itll always feel either like the romantic love is forced or that the platonic love feels forced. its such an easy trope to fuck up and it hurts bc its my favorite one. ruinene doesnt have this problem tho they stay winning like always

like theres a special kind of softness that comes through when they interact (using this as an excuse to remind people about how soft rui's voice gets whenever hes talking to nene one on one bc that killed me the first time i heard it). and you could look at it superficially like "it makes since they've known each other for 10 years" or smth but then when you learn more about their pasts its especially heartwarming to know that these two people who have such a hard time connecting with others were able to keep each other so close

and its even better when you remember wonder halloween showed that rui and nene did drift apart at some point in middle school which were very difficult times for both of them, yet they were still thinking about each other during that time

like even when rui was going through his depressive episode where believed he would only be able to create shows by himself forever, he still wanted to help nene after she developed stage anxiety and quit acting bc he knew that she loved singing and performing shows more than anything. hell i wouldnt be surprised if pre main story he tried multiple times to help her overcome her anxiety and main story was almost like a final try. and when nene was finally able to go on stage again SHE DID IT BC SHE WANTED RUI TO COME BACK TO WXS BC THATS THE HAPPIEST SHES SEEN IN HIM IN SO LONG AND SHE DOESNT WANT HIM TO BE ALONE AGAIN SO SHE WAS WILLING TO FACE HER FEARS AND PERFORM W TSUKASA AND EMU IN THE SHOW SO THEY COULD BRING RUI BACK GOD IM GONNA IMPLODE

ANYWAYS their comfort level is very appealing to me and i love it whenever it comes up.

also the way they get whenever the other is overcomes a problem is great, like when rui was able to make up w tsukasa in wonder halloween. nene's relieved that she could support rui during this situation bc she couldnt reach out to him during middle school and how she wants him to rely on her more bc she's his friend (the way she specifies between “weve known each other since we were kids” and “and also, we’re friends” made me cry for 10 minutes the first time i read it fr bc she wanted it to be clear to him that he isnt alone anymore and that their close friendship isnt just some old memory they were besties as kids and she's still gonna be his bestie and god im becoming more and more ridden w illness as I say this). theres also when nene is able to accomplish something difficult during a performance (perfecting her christmas solo during holy night and singlehandedly improvising her scene to save the play during mermaid) and rui just always looks like he just fell in love w her every time (this is partially a joke but also no whoever rigs the live2d models needs to answer for that shit) and afterwards he’s just very proud of her and doesnt let her forget it and ahhhhhhh stop being fond of each other it makes me lose my mind ahhhhhhhhh

theyre so funny together too. theyre both such little shits that i love watching them whenever they pull a tag team roast on tsukasa or when rui is planning some bullshit and nene just accepts having to witness her bestie's actions. this isnt even mentioning the comedic goldmine that is picnic. the fact they were out having a nice cute hike date so nene could build stamina for their shows meanwhile mizuki ena airi and shizuku are on the other side of the mountain actually in danger of dying will never not put me in hysterics

its like theyre so imperfect in their own ways and its caused problems for them in terms of how they interact w the world but at least they love each other and have for so long and its like YEAH THATS THE LONG TERM CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDSHIP EXPERIENCE THANK YOU

also this is more of a meta/gay aspect to all this but i,,, absolutely love the way they sound together in songs. out of everyone in the game they're my favorite voices. I can and will be the no. 1 supporter of ruinene duets bc whoever decided to cast machico and toki shunichi for those two is seeing heaven. the 5 second ruinene harmony near the end of miracle paint caused me to question if i was bi. the ruinene nijiiro stories alt has been my ringtone for over a year now and i have not gotten tired of it. every cover on my wishlist that i want rui and nene to get is fueled by my desire for them to get a proper cover. the most we get is bits in full wxs covers but still no actual duet/duet w a vs joining them i think that's wrong and illegal

(yes i am still salty over cendrillon i will never stop being salty over cendrillon until we get compensation and trust me there are a lot of songs they can do ask me about my dream ruinene covers i dare you)

God theres so much i love about them that i could and have actually talked about them for hours and its to the point ive wanted to write an actual serious meta on their dynamic for a year now its badddd

3: Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

once again i plan on doing a meta one of these days so i don't wanna go too in depth about this rn but I disagree w the idea that ruinene are just the average childhood friends trope and that there's nothing special about them (re: why i love them tangent).

as much as i dont like it when the units are seen as only 2 dynamics bc then other dynamics dont get to have as much content (like how a lot of vbs content feels like anhane | akitouya yeah i get bored of that), i will without guilt turn a blind eye if its ruinene content. It can be story moments it can be song moments it can be card cameos idc if it becomes unfair bc I get fed for another week and that’s what matters sry <3

oh yeah and nijiiro stories is one of the best commissions in project sekai like im talking in the top 10 if im lowballing i wont take any constructive criticism on this (i am only half joking)

anyways yeah my annoying little bisexuals i care about them very much

[sushireads]

yoongi fic recs

this is a list of yoongi fics i’ve read and loved very much! enjoy. <3

ps. all fics with 🍙 are the ones i loved a little bit more.

“Where’s my kiss?” by @mintseesaw​

fluff | drabble | 1.6K words

A Wish Out of Water by @jimlingss​

🍙, fluff, humor, fantasy | two shots

A genie could solve all your problems. Though you wouldn’t even know exactly what to ask for - money, a warmer house, a better job, a better life? But Min Yoongi is no ordinary genie. He’s here to make your life a living hell. Too bad it was hell to begin with.

GENIE au

All I Want for Christmas by @hayjeon​

🍙 | one shot | 13K words

CEO, CHRISTMAS, SECRETARY, SINGLE DAD au

an out of bounds umbrella by @yoonsgiggle​

fluff | one shot | 10.2K words

you’re apologetic about almost blinding your university’s star point guard with the broken tip of your umbrella until you share a class with him and find out he’s a three star recruit but a four star dick or min yoongi doesn’t find your high school musical puns amusing.  

BASKETBALL PLAYER, COLLEGE, ENEMIES TO LOVERS au

aquiver by @floralseokjin​

🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series

Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

IDOL au

bad boys bring it to you by @yuengi

smut | one shot | 7.1K words

TATTOO ARTIST au

Black & White by @akinnie75

🍙, fluff, angst | one shot | 24.7K words

You finally confessed to Yoongi after he asked if you like him. His response is to give you a contract to sign. However, you soon realize that Yoongi manufactured your emotions and manipulated you to like him all for the sake of his senior project.

SLOW BURN au

Blackthorn Manor by @kpopfanfictrash 

one shot | 7.5K words

After becoming the assistant of professional recluse Min Yoongi, you begin to notice strange things. Noises which shouldn’t take place, shadows which shouldn’t move like they do. You’re almost convinced that you’re crazy - until something happens, something unbelievable to make you realize you’re not.

GOTH au

Blow by @inkofyoongi

smut, fluff | one shot | 5.5K words

Yoongi loves you, even if he’s never said it… but gestures sometimes speak louder than words.

BOYFRIEND au

budapest by @junghelioseok

smut | one shot | 11.1K words

over many years and across several dozen cities, you fell in love.

SECRET AGENT au

Clair De Lune by @yoonia

smut | one shot | 23K words

You were ready to leave a part of your life to move on to the next, and he is willing to give you a chance to end it glamorously. But at what cost? And will he be a part of the life you are leaving behind or will he be there for the next part of it?

—part of @bangtansmutcentral‘s In The Mood Project

ESCORT, MUSICIAN au

Cut Me Open by @hayjeon

angst, smut, fluff | two shots

—a spin-off from Cardio Palpitations

MARRIED COUPLE, SURGEON au

dancing with the devil by @minnpd

smut | one shot | 6.8K words

Easy Rebound by @ditzymax

smut, angst | one shot | 6.5K words

Yoongi is one of the star players on the college basketball team. You are the head of the cheerleading squad. The pair of you would make the most beautiful (if most cliché) couple on campus, except neither of you have ever wanted anything more than the frequent, casual fuck. Yet somehow Yoongi finds his emotions straying towards dangerous territory.

BASKETBALL PLAYER, CHEERLEADER, COLLEGE au

ego: hoe chronicles by @suga-kookiemonster

smut | one shot | 7.2K words

he was messing with you again. he was messing with you, trying to get a reaction out of you simply for his own amusement. but you refused to give it to him—refused to give him the satisfaction of playing right into his hands.

—an alternate universe of ego

COLLEGE, FRAT BOY, FUCK BOY au

eight by @cupofteaguk

🍙, fluff | one shot | 5K words

or, Eight times Min Yoongi tells you he loves you

IDOL au

First-Date BAIT! by @jimlingss

fluff | two shots

First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait.

Why waste your time with awkward first dates?

—part of the Service Series

Hades by @littlemisskookie

horror, smut, angst, fantasy | one shot | 9.4K words

You meet a rather dreamy- albeit annoying, new kid who sweeps you off your feet. Too bad it’s in the middle of a series of murders around town.

GREEK GOD au

heavy sugar by @kinktae

smut | one shot | 8K words

The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.

—part of the rewind series

1920s, GANGSTER, FLAPPER, MAFIA au

i’m not your daddy by @scriptaed

🍙, fluff | one shot | 2.5K words

learning that his daughter no longer wishes to wed him but rather his now-arch-enemy jungkook marks the most soul-crushing day your husband has ever had to endure. no one, and he means no one, is more deserving of his angel than daddy min himself, and he’s willing to do anything to earn his daughter’s heart back.

DAD, PARENT au

Ink Nemesis by @scriptaed

🍙, angst, fluff | series

As an aspiring writer drowning under the public’s radar, a click of the pen is all you need to accept your supervisor’s offer to co-write an article for the SS - Secrets Spilled, a regular section of your company’s weekly tabloid; but fabricated stories and invasive details aren’t all that you write when you discover Min Yoongi’s dirty little secret. 

FAKE DATING, IDOL, PAPARAZZI au

La Douleur Exquise by @cinnaminsvga

ON-GOING | fluff, angst, smut, fantasy | series

in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

INCUBUS au

Melody companion by @prisczero

fluff | one shot | 3.6K words

“A soulmate story where Yoongi can hear everything that you listen to, but only if it is music.’’

IDOL, SOULMATE au

Miss Dial by @versigny 

ON-GOING | 🍙, smut | series

[11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud?

[11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi

FRAT au

Mixtape by @jungblue

🍙, smut, fluff, humor | one shot | 15.6K words

Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.

COLLEGE, PODCAST PERSONALITY au

Next Door by @personasintro

smut, fluff | one shot | 10.3K words

Your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, NEIGHBOURS au

petals by @yoonia

🍙, fluff | series

IDOL, PARENT au

see you soon by @cupofteaguk

fluff, angst | one shot | 7K words

In which you live in a world where one stroke of a pen against your skin is a signage of forever, and Min Yoongi just has really good timing 

SOULMATE au

She’s Testosterone by @jimlingss

🍙, crack, smut | series

Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?

YOONJI au

so i heard you like bad boys by @scriptaed​

fluff | one shot | 4.7K words

while others see min yoongi as the resident heartthrob of the school - quiet, resilient, and mysterious - you can’t see him as anything other than your dorky best friend since childhood; but what you don’t know is his long desire to be anything but that, even if it means becoming the bad boy in town… or at least try to.

COLLEGE, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

stay high by @personasintro​

smut, angst | one shot | 16.5K words

You’ve to stay high to keep your ex out off your mind when he comes back into your life.

EXES au

Studio cuddle by @mintseesaw​

fluff | drabble | 1.8K words

Tired from work, you went straight to Genius Lab in the hopes of being able to cuddle with Yoongi. You did not hesitate to press the passcode of his studio, knowing he might get pissed off for interrupting him from his work.

IDOL, PRODUCER au

Sweeter than Sweet by @gimmesumsuga​

fluff, smut, angst | series

“You never would have expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you. As handsome and beguiling as he is deadly, you’re enthralled from the very moment you meet. Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world of love, lust and seduction.”

VAMPIRE au

the blue coat and cerruti 1881 (a flash fire) by @yuhdongsaeng​

angst, fluff, smut | two shots

that’s the thing about flash fires. they’re intense outbursts of flames that reach their maximum heat quickly and don’t last a long time. hell, they don’t even get to fade before they cease to exist. however, flash fires may be intense and short, but the floor beneath them is ruined forever.

IDOL au

The Truth Between Us by @jimlingss & @gukyi

🍙🍙🍙, fluff, angst, fantasy | series

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS and loads more aus— just stop what you’re doing and read this masterpiece!

want a taste by @suga-kookiemonster​

smut, humor | one shot | 18.3K words

pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.

—part of the you never shop alone collaboration

FRIENDS TO LOVERS, SHOPPING MALL au

what you did last summer by @winetae​

smut | one shot | 33.8K words

Yoongi was fine with a lot of things—you maxing out his credit cards to buy ridiculously expensive items of clothing that you never wore more than once, you taking out his newest ride for a spin without permission, you spending an extra thirty minutes on your hair and makeup when he was running late for a dinner function.

What he was not okay with, however, was you sharing your pussy with barely-out-of-college boys who were incapable of going five seconds without creaming their pants.

No, that was where he drew the line.

↳ alternatively titled; How to Get Dick - an autobiography written by (you)

TROPHY WIFE au

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[andromedasstarship]

in the stars - chapter 2

photo credits - @ssahotchnerr

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, show rating 16+ for reference. depictions of violence, stalking, murder, angst, age gap couple, language 

summary - You and Aaron reunite, but it’s not exactly anything to celebrate over. The case moves forward, but you really wish it hadn’t like this.  

a/n - no one is allowed to call me out on my lack of LA/california geographical knowledge. ive also started including readers mental thought train which is italicized (flashbacks will also be in italics, but ill always properly mark a flashback). if you arent tagged but asked, just send another ask/reply! i mustve missed it on accident.

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masterlist // read it on ao3 here

chapter 1 // chapter 3

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Chapter 2 

Aaron Hotchner was standing in front of you. Impeccable, not even a slight crease in his shoes and suit pressed to perfection. He still smelled faintly like cedar, a thought you quickly tried to send away; it was too late though, already remembering how pitiful it was post breakup, when you would smell the shirts he left at your house, a desperate attempt to remember that he existed in your life. You’d spent hours, days even, thinking about how you’d react if you were ever to see Aaron in person again. At the top of the list was screaming at him, really giving him a piece of your mind for leaving the way he did. Or, maybe you’d be cool and composed, the epitome of maturity and ‘I’m Totally Over You’. You’d even considered completely ignoring him, not even giving him a second glance. Instead you were frozen to the spot, staring up at the man who broke your heart. 

Pulling your eyes away from him, they darted towards the gap between his body and outside, internally debating if you’d be able to somehow sneak around him. As if he could read your mind, not like you had been particularly subtle, he moved to close the gap before you had the chance to fully formulate an escape. 

��Y/N,” he tried again, voice a bit firmer this time around. It’d be better if he couldn’t speak. But then again he had such a beautiful voice-. No, you mentally clamped down on that thought before it could lead you down another rabbit hole. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Tell you, uh, what?” You asked, hyper aware of how mousy you must’ve sounded.

“That someone was murdering women that looked like you. You should’ve called my team sooner, it was irresponsible to put yourself at further risk of-” 

“Are you trying to imply that this is somehow my fault, Agent Hotchner?” The words felt bitter on your tongue. It wasn’t like you, to suddenly be so quick to anger. Years in the spotlight had taught you to hold your tongue, but Aaron’s words managed to cut right through. 

“That’s not what I’m saying, you know that-,” he tried to interject, but you weren’t going to back down so easy. 

“I know what Agent? Please, tell me the acceptable response to this situation,” you spat out at him, finding a brief enjoyment in the way his face scrunched up ever so slightly. “The police were working on the case, I’ve dealt with weirdos before.” Aaron opened his mouth again as if to speak, but you weren’t finished, “You really think I believed you’d answer if I called?” 

His face fell at that and you felt some form of internal victory swell in your chest. Y/N 1 point, Aaron Hotchner 0. The victory was short lived though, as you came to the realization that the two of you were still in a very public setting. 

“I’m not going to fight with you Agent, I suggest you get back to your team.” With that you shoved your way past him, stomping the entire way to your car. It was a shame, the way the anger and sadness was consuming you, maybe if it hadn’t, this time you would’ve noticed the clicking coming from the tree line. 

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Hotch wished you had been angry; it would’ve been easier to handle you if you had been screaming in his face or throwing low-blow comments his way. He could deal with anger. It’d be easier if he could pretend that you were being completely out of line and could warrant being ignored for the rest of the case. 

That wasn’t you though, and he knew this. He didn’t have to be a profiler to see and hear the way you struggled to hold yourself together. He didn’t need to be a profiler to feel how disappointed you were with him. Hotch didn’t know how to deal with this or you.  Even though it had been months, had he truly fallen so far from your graces; was your opinion so lowly of him now? 

Hotch wasn’t sure which was worse to stomach, the fact that you had such little faith in him or the deep rooted feeling in his gut that told him you were right- had you called him unannounced two months ago, he wouldn’t have picked up the phone. 

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You sat in your car for twenty minutes, at least. It was pitiful, the way you were crying in your car, to a sad playlist, over a guy who hurt your feelings; it felt like high school all over again. In the moment, you had felt good, the way you watched Aaron’s face twist and fall at your words giving you some sick form of satisfaction. 

It’s not like you had lied to him or anything. You hadn’t even stretched the truth for ultimate impact. The whole overly formal ‘Agent’ thing was definitely on purpose though. No, you had meant every word you said to Aaron, especially about not believing he’d answer if you called. What would you have even said if you called and he did pick up? Hi Aaron, remember me? Good, anyway hope you’re doing well but I think I have a murderous stalker, can you help? Actually, that’s probably exactly how the conversation would’ve gone, but that’s beside the point. 

The point was that even if you could trust the Unit Chief of the BAU to do his job, you weren’t sure you could trust Aaron Hotchner anymore. 

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When you finally did muster up the courage to return to the conference room, you really wished you hadn’t. You should’ve just turned your car on and left. Was it possible to ghost the FBI? You’d heard enough stories from Aaron about how their tech wizard had found people with just a single loose thread, there was definitely no way you were going to make some spy like disappearance. 

Aaron wasn’t in the room, something you were grateful for in the moment. But what you weren’t grateful for was how the team had managed to set up multiple bulletin boards in your absence; filled with your photo, crime scene photos, the dead women and your personal least favorite, the dead women’s bodies. 

Of course, you knew what was going on, you were a big girl, well old enough to understand and process the gravity of the situation. But you’d only seen photos of the women alive, with personality and humanity; something about that made them look less like you and more like them. Looking at them now- dead, eyes closed, faces tilted away from the camera- these women didn’t just look like you, they were you. 

You hadn’t even realized you were drifting closer to one of the boards until you felt a hand pull at the crook of your elbow. Turning your head ever so slightly you saw JJ, giving you one of her nice looks again. 

“Y/N, you don’t need to see these,” JJ started, already pulling you in the opposite direction. You were about to agree, head already halfway to a full nod when you noticed something from the corner of your eye. 

“Wait!” You exclaimed, pulling your arm back and getting right in front of a photo of victim #2. You very gently pulled the photo of the wall and held it closely in front of your face. Were you allowed to move it? Oh well. You felt the rest of the team’s eyes burning holes through your back so you turned to face them. “I, um, I’m pretty sure the sweater she’s wearing is mine.” You said, voice coming out as a whisper. 

The team certainly seemed to liven up at that statement. Even though they hadn’t even been in LA for a full 24 hours yet, it was obvious from the start that LAPD hadn’t been lacking on the case, rather the unsub was just that good. They reported no evidence from any dump sites,- and now those sites had been contaminated far too much to double check- there had been no witnesses for any of the abductions, and the unsub hadn’t attempted any contact with Y/N; all in all, they had nothing. 

“Y/N, are you sure?” Emily asked, she was quickly pulling photos of the other three women down, bringing them over to the roundtable. “Are the women in these photos wearing anything else you recognize?” 

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure. There’s a little hole right there, on the side, the threads were pretty loose and I got stuck on a doorknob once, ripped it right open. I couldn’t find it when I went to fix it, just assumed I threw it away and forgot.” You said quietly, moving your way to the table. Your brain wasn’t working properly, hadn’t quite yet come to the conclusion that the rest of the agents already reached. He had gotten into your house. “Oh my god.” You whispered, voice shaking. “He was in my house, wasn’t he?” 

The agents all looked down at you with sympathetic gazes before Emily finally spoke up again. “We can’t be sure just yet, but I need you to look at these photos and tell me if you recognize anything else okay? Can you do that for me?” 

You nodded, making your way over to the table and taking a seat. You were well aware one of the agents just called for Hotch, but you couldn’t be bothered with that right now. 

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“Hotch,” Derek said, his voice urgent as he rounded the corner, interrupting whatever conversation Hotch was having with a random officer, “Y/N recognized the sweater victim #2 was wearing at the dumpsite as hers. Emily’s showing her the rest of the photos and it’s looking like the unsub left something of hers on each one.” 

That certainly got Hotch’s attention. He didn’t need Derek to fill in the blank, the unsub had been in your house. His fists tightened at his side and he couldn’t help the way his face twisted in anger. In this state, Derek knew better than to question this unusually personal reaction, instead just angling his body back towards the conference room. He didn’t even have a chance to open his mouth before Hotch brushed past him, making his way back to you. 

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Starting with a photo of victim #1, you very slowly pulled it closer in front of you. Oh my god, her neck. Obviously, you’ve seen bruises before, been on a whole bunch of film sets that used makeup to create some pretty gory pieces, but nothing like this. The unsub didn’t just stangle these women, it was like he wanted to completely crush their throats. 

One of the agents behind you was questioning your ability to stomach this, so you quickly forced yourself to focus. It was the least you could do for these poor women, just give them your undivided attention for ten minutes, and then you could deal with everything else later.

Your finger traced over the bracelet victim #1 was wearing. “This is mine. There’s a singular heart engraved on the back of the third diamond’s plating. I bought it for myself after I got cast in my first big role, cried for weeks when I ‘lost’ it.” 

“And what about this one?” Emily asked, gently pulling victim #1’s photo away from you and replacing it with #4. You didn’t miss the way she turned the photos you’d already looked at upside down, as if to further shield you from them. Nor did you miss that she was technically skipping victim #3. 

It didn’t take you long to notice what was yours on victim #4. “It’s the dress, it’s really comfy, I used to wear it a lot, like a lot a lot. I brought it with me so often on trips I just assumed it got left in a hotel room somewhere.” 

Emily nodded, taking back that photo and turning it over as well. You could see her hesitation in showing you victim #3, but she slid it across the table to you as well. Her fingertips ghosting on the edge of the photo, ready to pull it back as soon as you gave an answer.

Victim #3 was tough. She looked the most like you, both when she was alive and certainly the way she looked now. 

You took a sharp intake of breath as you looked down at her the first thing that caught your eye was the necklace. Most certainly yours and most certainly the one that Aaron had given you for your three year anniversary. You realized it was lost a few months after the breakup and nearly tore your house apart looking for it; you didn’t have many things from your relationship with Aaron to prove he was once part of your life, making the few things you did have all the more important. “The necklace, there’s an A engraved on the back and I’m pretty sure those shoes are mine too.” Emily swept the photo back and out of view as soon as the last words left your lips. 

“JJ, get those items out of evidence immediately so we can be absolutely sure,” Hotch ordered. Aaron. You hadn’t even realized he had walked into the room, you turned to look at him, eyes wide with sadness and fear. The tears that were beginning to form tugged viciously on his heart.  “Miss L/N, my team and I are going to escort you back to your home and we’re going to need to canvas it for signs of entry and identify if anything else is missing. Is that okay?” He asked, his voice soft with something most of the members couldn’t place. 

You simply nodded at that, glad that you wouldn’t have to be alone, “Do you need my address, or will you just follow my car?” There was definitely humor in that, Aaron already knew exactly where you lived and the code to get through the gates. 

“Your address is already in our files, but for your safety we’ll be following close behind.” He assured you. The rest of the team was jumping into action, grabbing their personal belongings along with copious amounts of gloves and bags you assumed would be for potential evidence. 

As you all exited the building and entered your respective vehicles, it was Reid who realized where he’d heard that softness in Hotch’s voice before. It was the same tone he used to use with Hayley, back when things were good. 

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Your house wasn’t far and it was a drive you knew well; grateful for the ability to somewhat distract yourself on the road. The gatesman to your development gave you a real odd look when you told him the two black SUV’s filled with FBI agents were with you, but you couldn’t care less about which neighbor he might spread that info too. Did you see? L/N brought in the FBI, wonder what she’s caught up in. At least all the neighbors and workers had signed airtight NDAs, no one was allowed to talk to any outsiders about the personal happenings of their fellow residents. 

Your house was towards the top of the hill, with a great overlook to the ocean. You had only been 20 when you bought the house and you viewed it as the ultimate achievement of all your hard work and determination. You couldn't shake the bad taste in your mouth as you pulled up the driveway. The house felt tainted now, something you were never sure you’d be able to shake. 

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Once again, not exactly how you imagined the entire team entering your house for the first time. Your house was extensive, as were the grounds; the team quickly realized they would probably be here for the rest of the day and well into the night.

You were standing awkwardly in the middle of your foyer, unsure of how to exactly approach this situation. “So, there’s about 10 rooms in the house, not including the kitchen and general living spaces, as well with the basement which is technically one big room. I made maps once as a joke, I think I have some in the office, if you wanted those? Or we could do one big house tour and you can break off that way,” you were so rambling, but them being in your house and why they were in your house was setting in, “or you can just go off however you want-” 

“Miss L/N,” JJ said, there was that nice look again, “why don’t you show me around the house so I can get a base level understanding of everything there is. The rest of my team will go start a basic canvas of the inside and the grounds as well.” Thank you JJ.��

You nodded at this, glad that someone else was taking control of the situation. Before you could lead JJ towards the kitchen, your phone started to ring, startling you. When did you get this skittish? 

“My friend is calling,” you said, holding up your phone, “I gotta take this, I was supposed to meet him for coffee a few minutes ago.” You excused yourself, quickly making your way to an empty room away from the rest of the team. Your friend was annoyed at your more than last minute cancellation, but luckily he didn’t pry too hard and accepted your flimsy “I’m not feeling too well’ excuse on the first go. 

“I know, I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you as soon as I feel better. Yeah, I love you too. I gotta go, bye.” As you hung up, you could feel a gaze burning into the back of your head. Turning around, you found Aaron staring down at you from the doorway. How long had he been there? 

“You should have told us about your boyfriend sooner. Trying to protect him from questioning will only-”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you exclaimed, a bit too hurriedly, “I, uh, I’m not seeing anyone at all actually, haven’t in a while.” Smooth. 

Aaron was smart enough to read through the lines and understand what you had left unsaid. His gaze didn’t give up, but you could’ve swore you saw relief somewhere in his eyes. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to say something, or if he was supposed to say something, or should you walk out, or- 

“Neither have I.” Hotch’s voice broke through your thoughts, but just as quickly as he said it, he turned on his heel and left you alone in the room.

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a/n - if anyone is wondering ive 100% cried multiple times at how kind and supportive everyone has been with me about this story. we’re only 2 chapters in but im already sad for it to end. yes i 100% have a bunch of other wip ideas for hotch. anywaaaaaaay, replies/asks/comments/reblogs/likes always appreciated! thank you so much for reading 

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[hopelesslyinlovewithanime]

Bad boy Connie x reader

It was midnight and you were with Connie in your shared apartment. he decides to go out to the balcony for a smoke. While taking a few puffs of his cigarette he hears a click and he turns around and sees that you've locked the door he looks at you for a second and thought to himself "did this brat really lock the door".

Connie turns around and takes a few steps towards the  door before stopping dropping the cigarette  and stepping on it while he glares at you "what the hell are you doing?".

You look up at him with an innocent look and smirk "open it" he said . You smile at him and say"im not gonna! Until you stop smoking then I'll open it for you".

He only looked at you and laughed "your cute y/n" he proceeded to stick his middle finger at you flipping you off."fuck you.you got a push up bra on " you glare at him. With a smirk you unclip your bra and you both watch it drop to the floor Connie eyes me and sees that your bare  breast were out.

You press your bare breast against the glass and say "what are you gonna do huh~?" You said seductively. Connie eyes glue to your round soft breast and glanced away from you telling himself "really y/n its n-not gonna work this time" you giggle at his flushed face.

You turn around and pull. Down your booty shorts revealing your skimpy (f/c) underwear as you press your ass against the glass causing him to look over at you with a lit up expression.

"Lower!  Lower! Lower!"he said with puppy dog eyes along with a small pout as he pointed at your panties.

"Wow you have a pretty ass y/n" you giggle at his comment and began to continue teasing him but...

As you continue to tease him by pressing your ass against the glass  and wiggling your hips lightly "you want to fuck me huh? Well maybe if you be a good boy you  can" you giggle as Connie clenched his fist you turn to look at Connie and see that hes rock hard.

"ooooooh look at how big it got". Connie only gave me a sadistic smile as he points at you through the glass "I'm gonna kill you when I get in there". You mockingly laugh and you turned around to continue to mock him "I'm not gonna open it so you cant kill me".

But once you turned around he was gone and you began to panic "Connie? CONNIE!" you ran over to the balcony and began to tear up until you heard the Door knock at fist you didnt think much of it still woried about eren until you heard "OPEN THE DAM DOOR".

You ran towards the door to try to lock it only to be met with a hard large cock in front of your face. You squeak as you look up to see a panting and frustrated Connie.

"why is it so hard and it's way bigger than before" you questioned a small sense of fear in your voice. He only glared at you and said "wanna see how angry I can get".

he said in a low and stern voice as he took of his shirt and  grabbed your wrist and turned you around  as he took his shirt and began to tie you up with it.  "I'll kick you" he only smirked. 

"so your just gonna keep being a brat or are you gonna be a good girl and take this fat cock".

You were silent not even a whimper left you he smiled widely at you " I see your quiet not for long though" he slapped your ass up and shoved your head against the pillow as he slowly shoved his cock inside of you and started thrusting inside of you with a rough pace.

You begin to cry out "C-Connie  p-please gentler slow down I-it hurts when you aaaaaah~". Connie continued his brutal pace and and moaned out "what I cant hear you baby might have to say it a bit louder".

 "I-im gonna c-caaaaaaa~" Connie looked at you with shock at how fast you came "im gonna take it out okay" he said in a worried yet annoyed tone.

"N-no dont take it out it feels weiiiiiiiird" you let out moan and covered your face in embarresment. Connie then grabbed your wrist and began to spread your legs and putting them on his shoulders.

You look up at Connie with fear and annoyance in your eyes "hey what the hell i came already" Connie let out an animalistic growl.

WHAT ABOUT ME HUH I STILL NEED TO CUM WE ARENT FINISH YET" Connie  said with an annoyance in his voice he grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulder then shoved his entire length inside of you .

You cry out and say " F-FINE I WONT I-I WONT TEASE YOU LIKE THAT A-AGAIN" you tear up at how big he was inside of you. Connie  smirked and said "you sure" you nodded your head  as drool began to fall on the side of your mouth.

"Then call me Daddy" you blush even harder at his words "I-i" Connie thrusts harder inside of you "Say it now". You whine "D-DADDY!" You scream in pleasure as you cum for the second time.

Connie smiled down at you as he cums right after letting out a relieved sigh as he collapse next to you. Then it hits you. You lost to Connie again.

You let out a whimper"hehe I'm  tired" he only glances at you and gave you a annoyed glare "your tired I should be tired.

As connie was pulling out a cigarette from the lower draw you jump from behind him wrapping your arms  around  his torso "sorry I teased you daddy~"

He only sucked his teeth with a light blush on his cheeks "dont test me..." he says lighting his cigarette

You giggle but you realized you had one more trick up your sleeves.

You were getting ready for a girl's night out while connie sat on the couch with a cigarette watching tv.

"Yay my friend is back to town! I haven't seen her for so long" connie only looked at you and noticed something.

"You never put makeup when you're  with me" he pouted whilst taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Whatever its different! And why should I wear makeup with you anyway your my boyfriend" you say with a hint of annoyance  in your voice.

Connie sighed "whatever just go get ready so people won't get surprised by your fa-"

You glare at him and flick him on the forehead " shut up!" His eyes slowly followed you as you made your way to the closet to get some strap on heels.

You sit on Connie's lap and smirk at him " what do you think~" you say in a cheerful tone

Connie only blushed and nodded "it l-looks cute on you" he says as he puts a hand on your waist while holding his cigarette in the other.

You smile and look at your phone and see that your friend texted you" oop my friend texted me I gotta go bye ba-" connie grabbed your wrist Setting the cigarette aside.

You look back at him with a confused stare.

"Connie let go I gotta go" you say as he gets up and grabs his hoodie. " not without me, your not going out looking like that".

You huffed as you cross your arms waiting for him by the door.

SLAP

He smacked your ass while walking passed you " you coming or not."

You blush and grumble  as you two make your way downstairs. As you two make it downstairs you see your taxi.

"Bye baby I lov-" connie grabs you by your face cuffing your face. " if you need anything call me. And if any guy stares at you. You tell me alright I'll take care of him..."

You giggle " I'll be fine baby I love you" you wrap your arms around his waist  as he kisses your forehead.

You wave at him as you make your way to the taxi suprised he didn't leave yet.

Connie waved as he takes out another  cigarette and made his way back to your shared apartment.

[the-ginger-is-loose-again]

Just finished rereading the Uglies series (from Uglies to Extras, I just saw today that Imposter and its sequels are in the same world, will get on those next) and I'm so glad I did

I remember reading them as they were coming out, my last two are hardcovers cause the soft wasnt even out yet, so I had to have been around 12 or 13, and there was a lot in there that had obviously stuck with me over the years. I didnt remember everything, or even a lot of things, but the themes of being too hard on your "ugliness" because of what society told you, trying to fit into the little boxes and always be perfect, always trying to be right and wanting to run away when you're proven wrong, they stuck deep within me.

Uglies has what I will always think is the most memorable book opening I have ever read, its actually why I reread it. My coworker and I were doing something in a biological safety cabinet at work (let's just say, brains can kinda look the color of cat vomit) and I said as much. We laughed as I explained the book to her, how it had my favorite opening line, all the tech I could remember, and she immediately went home and bought them. She's been ahead of me the whole time, but we have both finished now and have been talking about it.

I had remembered the cat vomit, the hoverboards, the counterclockwise time telling eye jewels, the brain eating nanos, etc, but I almost wish I could remember more of what I had thought about Tally and Shay. This time around, I think I was a lot more sympathetic to Shay. I had always been on Tally side, understanding that she wasn't perfect and had made bad decisions, but was genuinely trying her best, and couldn't quite understand why Shay couldnt look past her own problems to see Tally's.

Shay and Tally were almost destined to be together, they clicked so well in just a few weeks, yet they never got fully on the same page. Once one would come to an understanding of the other, something would change, something would be done or said and they'd be off kilter again. Shay believed so heartily in the paradise of Smoke, she couldn't see why Tally would come to "rescue" her. She had been told about it for months and had already been there for days, once Tally saw Smoke, she agreed that it was important and not something to be rescued from. But Tally had made her choice from a small room in an unknown building surrounded by people engineered to be predators, how do you explain that to someone when you are so far removed from that fear? How do you get someone who is already mad at you about something you didnt start (read the room david) to listen to you longer than the initial "hey I WAS a spy, but now I'm not I promise"? She is 16 and has never been taught the social skills required to get through an ugly conversation because they are told that that's not going to matter after you've turned, why develop the skills?

God, when they are pretties and they start getting bubbly enough to fight, it just didnt feel like a fair fight, they are both trying to deal with partially remembered fights that were never resolved while piling on a new one, and nothing ever gets fully explained! And we the reader get to sit there knowing none of this is truly Tally's fault, but Shay is as justified in her anger as any of them. Shay was the first to be forced under the knife, she had her rightful feelings dragged from her, made to be pretty friends with the girl she still felt had betrayed her. Tally should have pulled Shay in much earlier, she says they didnt because they couldnt count on the others stay bubbly, but if she hadnt been attached to Zane she might have noticed that she already was. And if that was a real concern, her and Zane should have been split up and divided amongst them anyways. Again, I get it, 16, even if they arent pretty headed, they're still stupid. That being said, I wish the books had a longer timeline, the first 3 should have been more than a year long.

Shay introduced Tally into everything they did, and then had to watch as Tally surpassed her and saw that Tally was always given and surrounded by these special circumstances (pun intended). The only time she is consistently ahead is when she is engineered to be so, and even then they are so messed up they can't have single conversation! Their brains get so scrambled that Tally still just focuses right on Zane cause it was the only time she could remember being stable, however vague the memories are, when Shay wants her to focus on her. She didn't have David treating her seriously or Zane treating her bubbly, she had Tally, who listened to her, who talked with her, who trusted her and was trusted in return. Tally who was her friend, until the next thing happens and the next problem occurs before the last one has even ended, and the next time their brains got scrambled and fixed and changed.

I just realized how valid Shay's feelings were this time around. Her reactions may not have always been, but she was wrestling control of her life back inch by inch in the only ways she knew how. They were purposely not taught how to function and I just cannot express enough how very much their brains were fucked with before they had even fully developed, not to mention the lack of support prior to the surgeries that meant they weren't developing healthily anyways! She just needed someone, anyone, looking out for her, where were the adults, oh right, performing these atrocities! These were children!!! Every choice was made for them and then they were manipulated until they were forced through a hole in a way that made them feel like it was their idea or their only option.

[creacherkeeper]

4, 12, and 15 for bo and erley?

thank you!! :]

bo:

4. How do they act around a crush?

while i definitely have more thoughts on bo gender/presentation, i dont feel like i really have a good handle on his sexuality yet? i dont usually have that in mind going into a new character unless its a part of their backstory or personality in some way, but nothing for bo has really clicked for me yet. that said, i think he would probably be a combo of blushing like a cherry tomato and nonverbal like 90% of the time. totally helpless

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

bo is very much a caregiver type. and also very much an 'acts of service' type. he'll do chores for you, he'll cook for you and make sure you have leftovers even if he's still hungry, he makes sure all your basic needs are taken care of so you dont have to worry about them and then he'll go the extra mile to make it personal. i think growing up in poverty, he saw how hard it was for his mom to juggle work and adult life with just like. taking care of basic things, and taking care of him. so if he can alleviate those basic stresses for people thats his go to

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

bo is very selfless. and sometimes thats a good and noble thing. he cares about people and he cares about things being fair and just (childhood role model carrot discworld wooo) so he's going to make sure that people are being treated well and that, if he can help it, they arent getting hurt. but he also just doesnt really realize that that sort of care should extend to him as well, and that fairness or justness includes him. he has a problem when other people are treated poorly. but he doesnt hold it against people if theyre treating him poorly

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erley:

4. How do they act around a crush?

the boi is such a godawful sap. theyre very romantically inclined. unfortunately for them because of like. The War. And Everything Else. their emotional learning kind of got thrown off the rails when they were just becoming a teenager? and also their dad would NOT have talked to them about that kind of stuff, their mom straight up bailed, and they were raised by a bunch of military barbarians so they never really?? learned how to handle those kinds of feelings?? so unfortunately the historically accurate answer to that question is a) get panicked and run away or b) Metaphorically Pull Their Pigtails And Hope The Other Person Does Something About It And Get Frustrated And Embarrassed When It Goes Poorly

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

erley very much thinks in pictures and vague notions and feelings, and, again, no emotional toolkit, so they arent the BEST with words, but unfortunately words of affirmation is their giving love language lmao. erley isnt great at initiating emotional stuff, but they do their best to reassure people when theyre upset, or let them know that theyre important. theyre also VERY touchy feely (read: touch starved) so again they dont initiate but if someone wants to like. hold hands or hug they are all about that

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

erley very much cares about people and theyre very loyal. but theyre still learning what is healthy behavior and what is not. and who is worth being loyal to vs what to let go of. its the reason they stayed with their dad and the earthmakers - they were miserable and afraid but they were loyal and despite everything they did care very much about laran and xander and the earthmakers, and still do, even though recently that has very much been to their detriment. so even though the earthmakers have showed up as enemies in our campaign now, and its dnd so youre supposed to fight and kill people, erley really cant help but still sympathize with them and still mourn for all the earthmakers who died even though they were the enemy and it was erleys own party who killed them. the party just sees them as evil but erley cant understand why they dont seem to understand the earthmakers were people even if they did bad things. so you get situations like. you know. them healing enemies in the middle of combat. which theyre still trying to make up for

[aonogifreactions]

a/n: i apologize for Luci’s hc being kinda written in general! as i’ve said, i tried to write it not too long, but after amaimon i went overboard, especially with Yukio xD also, regarding Shiro’s hc: the timeline is set when the twins are 3-4 years old, so he’s quite young there. under “read more” due to the length!

✰ Characters: Lucifer, Amaimon, Shiro, Rin, Yukio (written in that order).

✰ Words: 1,3k

Lucifer:

suspicious. VERY suspicious. resists the urge to squint at his "son", so he just keeps staring at him without saying a word and blinks occasionally. even if he looks similar to him or you, he still doesn’t trust it; he might be as well a clone that’s pretending to be his child.

actually thinks it’s a prank pulled by Mephisto, since his child mentioned time traveling.

he believes it’s his actual child once he mentions something that only Lucifer and you know - for example, the initial names you planned to give to your child.

very interested in his son’s own interests - he’d ask a lot of questions and smile proudly if he announced he helps his father reach his goal; when his child doesn’t follow his steps, he just nods and asks how his studies are going (because, quite frankly, I don't think he’d force his child to join Illuminati and do stuff related to it)

as the conversation goes, he starts to notice the features he’s inherited from his mother - both in his personality and looks. it makes him feel excited to be a parent, knowing his strong genes allowed his beloved to also create a beautiful child together.

Amaimon:

confused, a lot, but he won’t question it. he just does his thing, and to be honest, doesn’t care much.

that being said, he starts to care when he realizes his so-called “child” is following him everywhere and trying to eat chips from his bag. for some reason, he lets his son take a handful of chips, staring at him and squinting menacingly.

when his son is done eating, they both just look at each other with the same blank expression.

it clicks in his head once his kid mentions your favorite brand of sweets like it’s nothing; Amaimon looks shocked for a minute, then his usual, bored expression returns.

unlike Luci, he doesn’t ask much questions, but enjoys hanging out with him as long as possible. Amai notices his son’s personality is like his, but his appearance is exactly like yours.

he’s honestly more open to the idea of having a child; In a way that he doesn’t actually mind them existing, but when they grow up, he’ll have another person to do his shenanigans with. once he gets past the diaper stage, he’s fine.

Shiro:

literally he just

when he looks back at his son, he sees him lighting a cigarette.

“well, shit.”

Shiro looks at the exact same copy of him. both in personality, and appearance as well. and it terrifies him. yet, the only reaction he lets out is a loud laugh. (thank god that “copy” has been made naturally..)

again, like Luci, thinks that Mephisto is making fun of him.

his son, on the other hand, isn’t laughing. he looks quite unsure and almost sad; that’s when he says, “it’s good to see you, old man. it’s been a while.” he doesn’t end the sentence though, wanting to say he’s glad to see his father after a few years of seeing his name only on a gravestone.

Shiro, despite being quite some time away from death, understands what his son meant to say nonetheless; he then decides to spend some time with him, asking how things are going in the future. His son isn’t very willing to talk, but he tells him in a calm voice, “there have been some bumps here and there. but I’m fine now. they’re fine, too. so you don't have to worry about that two devils, either.” and smiles genuinely; it makes Shiro’s heart melt completely because he recognizes that smile - the smile he gets to see on your beautiful face every day.

when his son was gone, he still yelled at Mephisto. Poor demon, it wasn’t his fault this time, actually.

Rin:

opens the door and screams. the person on the other side also screams. Rin’s so shocked and confused he might pass out; he manages to stay on his feet, though. (even though,, he doesn’t know why he screamed in the first place)

when he calms down a bit, he immediately notices that the person standing in the doorway looks kinda similar to him - he’s almost as tall as he is, but his eyes and hair differ a little.

the person greets themselves with the same last name, then breaks the news - “i’m your son! nice to meet you, dad! you can call me by my name or Shiro, that’s a nickname I’ve received from my friends!” he says happily, scratching nervously the back of his neck.

Rin’s expression softens a little; he sees the way he acts and is almost sure the kid is telling the truth. He invites him inside and softly closes the door.

Meanwhile Rin tried to ask if he wants a drink, his son interrupted him whilst taking a photo frame in his hands and yelling excitedly, “oh man! that’s mom?! you have a good taste, dad!” Rin just blinked at him, mumbling a slight “thanks?”.

after the initial shock has passed, his son told him a little about himself and generally, they shared some good time together. that is, until his son asked if he knows what happened to auntie Shura.

Rin tilted his head to the side, his white locks tickling his eyes; he said a confused “no..? is it... bad...?” his worry has started to risen.

“well... she got pregnant with triplets! or.. will... get...?”

Rin choked on his spit, to say the least.

Yukio:

Yukio’s been silently enjoying his coffee, quite early in the morning. After all, that’s what he deserves after that entire bullshit with satan and his eye.

Since the order allowed him to take some time off, he decided he’s gonna dedicate it for healing - both mentally and physically.

As the clock showed 8am, the sun rays hit his face harshly through the curtains - he decided to go to a store to buy some of the products you’ll use to make breakfast later.

He felt uneasy going to the store. He felt something was not right... but he ignored it, thinking it’s probably still because of the previous events. Going through the aisles and taking his sweet time, he grew even more confused, seeing that most of the products he was gonna buy is missing - they couldn’t have bought everything. Sure, lots of people left the store when he walked in, but it’s barely 8.30am.

Leaving the store with just a few products, it was hard to say he wasn’t annoyed. That’s when he felt someone tapping his shoulder, making him ultra-aware of his surroundings.

“Are ya lookin’ for this?” another male voice asked, smirking, “Sheesh, you probably look really annoyed, and I haven’t even seen your face!”

Yukio turned around, facing a male that quite resembled him - the same height, build, the only thing he was missing was glasses. Yukio, being annoyed as it is, wanted to politely brush him off, but he was interrupted mid-sentence.

“I’m Okumura. Your son, to be exact,” his features softened, eyes gazing at the pavement he stood on, “I got this stuff for you. This is what mom always needs for breakfast, right?” the male smiled gently, handing him the grocery bag. Yukio took it hesitantly.

“I know it’s all so weird, but, do you wanna maybe go on a walk with me? I like the weather today,” he fixed his [hair color]-colored locks, smiling brightly, “and I like spending time with you, dad.”

Well, Yukio’s walk to the store’s certainly gotten more interesting than he originally thought.

edits arent mine! :3

[prorevenge]

A stranger scammed me out of $300 online. I tracked him down, called his dad's work phone, and got my money back.

Long post, TL;DR below. Early last year I was deep in depression, spending the Spring in my room (I work in a seasonal industry which pays just enough to live on during the off months.)

All I did was play video games all day which led to me getting into game marketplace sites and planning on starting a side hustle selling in game items and accounts in MMos. I was brand new to the "industry" and didn't have contacts to learn from, so I just went for it and posted my first listing. I got a few hits back early and found an interested "buyer" (I'll refer to him later as C) who told me he was ready to purchase.

The way these transactions are supposed to go is this: A reputable middleman (There were several known MM in the community that I joined) takes in the product and the payment, verifies both, then distributes both ways after taking a cut for their services. This circumvents the "you first" prolem where you have to trust solely in the other guy to not scam you. -Well.. They impersonated a middleman well enough to fool me. I admit that it was 100% on me, I didn't know what I was doing. I just wanted to start selling so bad and I was glad to see quick hits on my first listing.

So, the "middleman" (To this day I don't know if there was a 3rd person acting as middleman or if it was C all along) takes the buyer's money, then the product which was a high ranked account in a popular competitve game. Suddenly, the MM says there was a problem with the payment and it needs to be redone.

At this point I know game's over and I just got scammed, but I went along with it as a sad parting gift to my first "sale." I message C and asked him how this was going to go. He told me he'll just direct paypal me the $300 now and apologized, which didn't make sense to me (you already scammed me, why haven't you blocked me yet?) I gave him my paypal email.

Conversation goes like this: C- "Sent." Me- "repeats my email same email correct?" C- "F%@& I sent it to the wrong email. I'll call paypal." Me- 3 minutes later "Are you going to send me $300 or no?" C- "I only had $450 in my paypal account, they should be able to refund me over the phone." Me- 5 minutes later "Okay. Progress?" C- "On the phone with them." Me 10 minutes of silence later- ":D" Then he goes offline. I call the MM several times but he's standoffish and won't pick up saying "something something privacy.. you arent giving me a reason to pick up the call." It's clear he's not being real with me.

I don't know what to do at this point as I've never encountered a sudden loss of hard work like that. I'm not a drinker at all but that night when faced with that emptiness while trying to get out of depression, I hit the bottle hard.

The next day I woke up naked on my bathroom floor in the pitch black and sheepishly checked my PC to see if it really happened. Without any hope at all I started googling this kid's two usernames that I knew of. I scanned the internet for every site that had an account with the same username that he used, but only found more scam reports (yep, I wasn't his first victim.) So I gave up.

A week later I came back and did it all over again, but this time I thought to check his discord profile to see if he had any other profiles linked to it (steam, twitch, etc.) and the genius did. I checked his steam profile and wrote down each of his past usernames that looked unique and wouldn't pull a million results.

After hours of scanning each one, I had his name, age (teenager,) city, email, skype, knew he went to chess tournaments as a kid, liked neopets, and found a youtube channel with his class project videos on it. It still wasn't enough though. All the information got me was another two contact methods, and I didn't want to start harassing him.

He ghosted me and emailing him wasn't going to change that. If I was going to get my money back, I needed to contact his parents and I knew this all along. In a last ditch effort I googled his emails again, found his google+ profile, and saw that he had a public photo library (which was discontinued by google very shortly after all this happened.) It had 1 picture. A perfect view of his house, from the street. Street number in view. After some searching without finding much I clicked "More info" on the picture and the the geo-tagged coordinates attatched to the picture appeared.

So now I have the address which I google along with the last name, which leads to me getting the first & last names of both parents. I pop that into trusty whitepages and have everything I need to spring my plan into action. While all this was going on I was updating my friend who lives in the same area as C. He asked if I wanted him to call since he had the same area code. It lined up perfectly so I agreed.

At this point I realize it's March 30th, just two days before April fools and C could probably play this off as some elaborate joke played by his friends so I call my friend off. It was so hard to wait, but we did and we waited long enough that it couldn't be looked at as a joke at all.

Two weeks later in a discord call I give my friend the green light and he calls phone #1. The cell. After a little ringing it cuts to voicemail and we decide to try phone #2, the work phone. This time the phone rang for significantly longer but also cut to voicemail and the message before the beep confirmed we had the right dad. My friend leaves a message saying "Hello Mr. ______, this is _ ______ with (marketplace name's) collection department. We currently have multiple fradulent activity cases open with your son C, totalling x thousands of dollars (I added up all the reports against him which were posted on the site and it totalled thousands, even talked to a couple people who he targeted.) At the moment we're reviewing the most recent case which involved a $300 transaction. If you could please, get back to us between 9am-10pm to resolve these cases. Thank you" All that was paraprased but that was his message.

He was very professional and seemed legit, and even though the dad might listen to it and ignore it we didn't think that was going to happen. It's worth noting that they live in a nice area of a nice state, so there was less of a chance that this would be a financial burden and the parents would likely just want to clear this up.

Two days later, while playing video games (yeah I had a problem.) I get a contact request notification. MY BOY C!

He tells me that he's a good person and he wants to give the account back. I check it and he played 10 games and lost each one which deranked and devalued the account (at this point I pretty much knew his parents were standing over his shoulder watching everything that was said. I could've even been speaking to them directly.) So I told him the account devalued, and I either want what he stole from me (the account at a higher rank) or I want $300. He told me he'll give me the account AND $300 (Parents coming through in the clutch!)

We went through a lot of hoops, trying paypal which he couldn't get to work, a few others and finally got google pay to work after troubleshooting stupid problems which I attriubted to him stalling. It was clear that they were scared of me since I got their info (and regularly called him by his first name throughout the convo as a power move lol) but I assured them I wasn't a bad person and told them to be extra safe of what you upload, especially if you're trying to scam people because when money is involved bad things can happen (playing into his parents who were surely reading it.) I explained the public Google+ upload of their clear to see geo-tagged house which I'm sure his they weren't happy about.

After he sent the money he asked for confirmation that I received it. I confirmed saying "YOU F** DID IT! SO PROUD OF YOU, C!" and he immediately went offline. I danced up and down the hallway and it was probably embarrasingly bad but I didn't care. I don't think the smile was gone from my face for an hour. It was a month long process and with the help of my friend the money was back. I haven't seen my friend in person since then, but when I do I owe him a top notch steak. He refused when I sent him $ online.

Instead of trying to resell the account and start back up in the marketplace I abandoned it all and went another way. I'm currently training for the military and in a much better place, but still have a long way to go.

A lot was left out of this story but it was a long one. I have screenshots of our conversations and I surely won't ever forget it.

TL;DR - I tried selling a video game account to see if I could make a new side hustle and got scammed since I was dumb, inexperienced and decided to trust the internet. I got scammed and took it hard but the scammer left too much of his info public and after a little bit of elbow grease I was able to obtain his & his parent's info and left his dad a voicemail. Two days later the scammer contacted me and gave me the money and the account back, apologizing. I learned from it.

(source) story by (/u/dstrezzd)

[burnedwriter]

A/n:hello everyone i hope you are having a wonderfull day/night! these are some fics that didnt make the cut to become full,and as always if there are any mistakes let me know!

A/n:it happened again this is a reupload of the og fics,i feel like sb is reporting my work but i will never find out who it is so im stepping away from tumblr for awhile,all of my fics will be on ao3.I HAD TO REUPLOAD THIS FOR THE 4TH TIME.i made a post about the situation that you can read here

warnings:fuck machine(dottore),mention of experimention(dottore),overstimulation(dottore),riding(tighnari),petnames(tighnari),masturbation(childe),degradation(scaramouche)

A/n:im not responsible what people read

Dottore

Strapped naked with your legs spread on the operation table as dottore was reading up the machine of his new experiment and as his assistant it was your duty to help him not that you had a choice.

He placed the machine between your legs, you asked him confused

''excuse me sir,can i ask what is this experiment is about?'' you said feeling anxiety build up inside your stomach since he didnt gave you any info about the machine

''no need to hurry dear,you will find out soon~''

feeling something cold poke your entranced you,you immediatly leaned down to look what it was

''what is thaaah~''before you could even finish your sentence,the object that was placed on top of the machine was inside of you,making you moan loudly as your walls parted.

Turning your head left and right trying to find the doctor,only to spot him sitting leaned back with his legs spread at the corner of the room with a controler on his hand.Pressing the button again the machine started moving in and out at of you slowly

''Aah~''you moaned in pleasure.

Turning your head at the doctor,a grin started to form at your reaction only to see him press it again making the pace of the machine go faster making your back arch in response as your body started feeling warm all over at the sensatiin

''hmph~c-can you m-make it go faster?''you asked him,getting impatient

Dottore let out a breathy laugh at your request

''eager i see arent we''

You heard yet another click and the speed of the machine picked up to a brutal one as it pumped in and out,moaning as you felt your mind going blank from the pleasure,digging your nails at the inside of your palm since you had nothing to grab on.

''i-i'm c-close''you spoke up so the doctor could hear you through the sound of the machine

Feeling yourself close to your climax,you came as your body shook violently against the restrains,your thighs started shaking from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure,as the machine continued to thrust into you,upon reaching your orgasm you expected Dottore to close the machine,you turned to look at him only to realize by his evil smile that he wasnt going to

''wait!,Aah~''your body jolt forward from the overstimulation,trying to close your legs only to be stop by stopped the restrains

''p-please t-too much~''you begged as tears started to form in your eyes and your breath becoming heavy

Getting up from his chair he walked over to you,now towering over you.

''brace yourself dear,its going to be a long night''

he purred as he rubbed the inner side of your thight with his hand.

tighnari

''are we going to stay here forever?''tighnari complained.

''im trying my best ok!!''you whined as you continued riding him.

Tighnari has done so many things for you inside and outside of  the bedroom,and you wanted to show him how much he means to you.So you conviced that you are going to take control to show your apprecietion but that didnt go the way you planned it sadly.

''let me help you a bit''he signed and placed both of his hands on your hips as you placed yours on his chest for balance as he guided your hips to pick up the pace

''Ngh~tighnari~''you cried bouncing up and down on his cock

you felt yourself getting closer and closer to finishing as his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over again

''im cumming''you moaned as tighnari's hands never left your hips and continued his frantic rythem

''then cum for me my little lotus''

childe/tartaglia

Due to his responsibilities as a harbinger,childe had to be away from you for month on end before he would come home to you,so he would always carry a picture of you with him.Though it was no ordinary picture of you together no no no it was a picture of you he took during one of your intercourses,of course he asked you if you were ok with him keeping it for his eyes only to see which you agreed upon.

Feeling the frustration of his work build up over the week,he took the photo out of his wallet and sat on a chair with his shirt unbuttoned and  his legs spread with his pants lowered to his ankles, he started to palm himself through his underwear feeling himself getting hard ,wishing that it was your hand touching his cock instead of his.Looking at the picture his mind started to wander on the moment it was taken.

His breath hitched as he grew impatient from his own teasing,he pulled his cock out and started stroking himself at a slow pace

''Ah~fuck~'' he moaned to himself as he leaned back and closed his eyes

Remembering how your wet cunt would feel around around his cock,when he fucked you,pounding into you mercilessly as your moans feeled your shared bedroom,how would you begged him for more until you couldnt take it anymore.

''hmph~ah~''He continue to rolling his hips as he fucked his hand,picking up the speed into a faster one as he could feel himself getting closer and closer.

''Aah~c-cuming c-cuming"he cooed,putting a hand on his mouth to suppress his moans as he moved his hand up and down his cock before he threw his head back and finishing on his hand.

scaramouche

''you couldn't wait until my meeting was over you needy slut''scaramouche hissed through his teeth as he had you bent over his desk,savagly pounding into you.He was done with you teasing him during his meeting,you would do those fuck me eyes every time he turned his gaze at you,getting distracted by his thoughts from hearing his subordinates as he felt himself getting hard through his pants and doing his best to hide,wishing his meeting to end,so he could teach you a proper ''lesson'' for distracting him

''ngh~aah~''you moaned as you held on the desk for dear life,turning your knuckles white

''what happened too cock drunk to say anything slut''he teased never slowing down his pace

''scara-~''the only thing you coulld do is moan his name in response,your mind feeing cloudy from the pleasure

You feeling a sensation in your stomach growing stronger and stronger,as you feel your orgasm approching

''scara~i-i'm cumming''struggling to keep your voice low to not attract any unwanted attention from the people walking outside his office

''ah~then cum for me~''he commanded

upon reaching your climax,feeling that dizzying feeling of ectacy,you were left breathless on the desk,you felt scaramouche pull out and tucked himself back in his pants as he watched his cum dripping out of you and admired his work

[skinnymeanfaggot]

i cant shut up. i finished my rewatch and its still so good. i got into the show like right before the finale and something really terrible happened to me around the time i started watching. 

it is... really hard to let go of abusers, especially when they are so badly hurt themselves. theres this overwhelming need to help them, because you love them, and you dont know what youd do if they died. and you do everything you can even when it tears you apart. and so, i think the timing that i got into and watched infinity train could not have been any better, it was... so real to me. 

my ex was exactly like simon in every way and so being able to see grace realize that what he does and what hes going through is not her fault, its not her job to change him, really resonated with me. i dont know. its something ive been told by therapists several times but, that kind of thing never worked for me. “dont go back to him. cut him off. break up. do not speak to him again.” all of the best advice from people who know and want whats best for me, and yet i couldnt listen until i.... let it click, for me? i dont really know at all, i just know that i needed my own time to work things out and i couldnt just be told what to do by someone outside. its so easy to say “just leave” when you arent the one going through it all.

i really dont know. im rambling and im trying to like really figure out how this just resonated with me so hard, that people have been telling me this and i was like “uh huh” and then i just see a character on screen be like “hey! i dont owe you anything” and then im like “OH SHIT, I DONT OWE HIM ANYTHING”. but it worked. i can imagine it probably had similar affects on others. it was a really really powerful scene and i just dont think book 3 couldve ended in any other way without it feeling contrived. you cant save everyone and youre not supposed to

[jckwhetstone]

10/31/2020 - JACK & MAGNOLIA WHETSTONE

There’s a moment when you say to yourself, “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever.” Except... my moment happened when when I was too young to even remember and then happened again six months ago in a random hallway, in a random hotel in Chicago. I’ve spent my life chasing the feeling of finding someone special and didn’t want to wait to make her mine forever. Happy wedding day, my love. 

If you’d like to listen to Jack & Lia’s wedding song, click here. 

If you’d like to read Jack’s vows to Lia, click here.

Beneath the cut is the story on how Jack and Lia got engaged, in their own perspectives. 

Jack feels like it’s a dream when he rolls over and finds a head of blonde hair next to him. Of course, he quickly realizes it’s not when he inhales a mouthful of hair and tries not to gag on it. “Hey,” his voice is soft as it comes out, his hand dragging up the soft skin of Lia’s arm until he can twist his fingers into hers, “Mags- hey, you should wake up. Don’t you and Moira have a costume shopping thing happening in like… an hour?” Jack’s eyes flicker to the clock that sits on the bedside table closest to Magnolia’s head and it’s already 10:30- this is the first time he’s slept in in years and there’s nothing he wants more than to stay curled up around Magnolia forever. Jack cuddles in closer and slides his leg between hers, his cold toes pressing against her ankle, “It’s not like you to sleep in like this. Come on, Mags- don’t make me tickle you.” His hand brushes over her side, “I’ll do it. I will.” 

“Mmmmhh,” She mumbles incoherently as she feels Jack’s fingers intertwine with hers. “Shopping can wait till later. I am not moving.” She presses herself closer to him to emphasize the point.  In truth, Jack was right--Magnolia didn’t sleep in hardly ever but that was before she’d fallen asleep in Jack’s bed with him beside her. Now the idea of never leaving was a thousand times more compelling and she was planning to do just that. She jumped softly as the shock of cold on her ankles but still made no move to get up. Sleeping next to Jack was by far the most comfortable position she’d ever been in and waking up next to him was something she could do forever, if given the option. She yawns lazily, shifting slight to adjust to fall back asleep when she hears his threat. “You wouldn’t,” Lia’s eyes open just a slight bit more, sending him a glare. “Don’t you dare tickle me mister, I can’t be held responsible for what happens if you do!” 

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” his fingers dance over her side and he gives it a squeeze in hopes that she’ll jump. Jack leans forward and over her, a smile pulling wide across his face as he does, “You know she’ll kill you if you’re late. Or she’ll kill me. Regardless of who she kills, one of us will be suffering, so you really should get up.” Jack lays down on top of Magnolia while laughing - it may not be his entire body weight but they break out in giggles, “Do you have any ideas on what you’re thinking of getting for a costume? I have no desire in the slightest to go get a costume so I was thinking like… James Bond or something. Slick back hair- suit, you know… the usual.” It’s not that Jack hated Halloween- he really didn’t, in fact- he loved getting to dress up, but this year had been weird and he was just ready for the month to be over. 

“Jack!” She gasps slightly, laughter escaping from her as she looks at him more clearly. She watches as a few stray curls fall in front of his eyes and her heart jumps in the same way her body did when he squeezed her side. She thought herself a pretty focused person, all things considered--until you threw Jack Whetstone in the mix. Just a look at him and her whole train of thought just fly out the window. Lia’s lips slipped into a sly smirk, her free hand maneuvering up to brush the curls from his eyes before she leaned forward to kiss him gently. “First of all, I’m a princess to her--so that grants me royal immunity,” She teased, another giggle bubbling from within her. She didn’t believe Moira when she called her a princess, but she was also pretty convinced the woman would let her being a teensy-bit late slide, all things considered. “And secondly, I can probably use that immunity on you too--but if you are really that tired of me hogging your bed…” A quick peck on the nose and she thought on his question. “Well I don’t know--I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in years. Usually I’m working.” Most holidays she’s working, but that wasn’t the question. “The usual? So, you think you’re usually 007, huh? I mean, I suppose you’re handsome enough for it,” She laughed again, her arms snaking to wrap loosely around his neck. “Well the obvious choice is some sort of princess or--like a mouse? But I don’t know, I kind of think it’d be fun to do something not obvious for once, y’know? Throw everyone off their groove?”

“You’re a princess to everyone, Mags. It’ll always amaze me how you don’t see how people lay down and roll over like lovesick puppies for you,” He pressed his lips to her shoulder and kissed across it- they’d hardly done anything more than kissing and cuddling, but this was enough for Jack for once. This felt right. “I’m pretty damn sure I’m James Bond at all times,” he rolled his eyes at the expected jar comment that he knew would follow- at this rate, he was pretty sure he could afford to buy an engagement ring with the amount of money he owed Magnolia. “What if we did like… a couple’s costume? I know that’s cliche and I know we arent a couple…” his words hung in the air for a moment. What even were they anyways? Basically a couple, right? Just one that never spoke about how they felt, “I’d offer to be someone from Pride and Prejudice but honestly… I don’t think I can pull off the look.” Jack let his hands hang off of Magnolia’s arms, his thumb brushing against her soft skin, “Well… if you’re looking for something not obvious, I think playing it safe is not the way to go.” 

“Lovesick puppies?” A soft giggle escaped her lips as she felt him kiss her shoulders. “Oh please, they don’t do that. I just ask nicely and usually they are nice enough to help out--or my bag of baked goods helps. I’m like Mary Poppins but with cookies!” Nothing about this scenario felt wrong or weird to her--like it was just normal to wake up in the bed of your crush without anything having happened the night before and the idea that it felt just right made her smile wide. ���Jack--” She looked around the room they were in and let out a sigh. “Dang it, the jar doesn’t count in the bedroom.” Lia sent him a wink and she laughed a little, swiftly moving on to his next suggestion--a couples costume. Or, rather, a not-officially-a-couple couples costume. That name didn’t roll off the tongue half as well--but nevermind that. “First of all, you could pull off anything you wanted to--but even so, Pride and Prejudice might still be too obvious. Oh--wait, you said James Bond, don’t those movies always have a,” She furrowed her brows as she tried to think of the name, it resting on the top of her tongue. “A Bond Girl!” A Bond Girl--you forgot the name of Bond Girl. “What about that? I mean, to be fair I’ve never seen a James Bond movie--am I totally off base?”

If Jack had been drinking water, he would’ve choked, “Doesn’t count in the…” he let out a nervous laugh, “There you go surprising me again, as usual.” He buried his head into Lia’s neck as she rattled out ideas of a bond girl while he tried to think through his own. Austin Powers came to mind- and while that’d be fun, he didn’t think it’d quite hit the mark like he wanted it to. The thing was… Jack was tired of them playing this game- he was tired of them dancing around the idea of a relationship or of dating. They’d been metaphorically dating for most of their lives at this point, and maybe that’s why he’d been so reluctant to truly put effort into sealing the deal because he knew it took so much to start when really… he was ready to have the white picket fence ending with Magnolia tomorrow, if he could. Jack pulled Magnolia closer to him, “Maybe not James Bond… what about… I mean, like… assassins are kinda cool, aren’t they? Or spies? We don’t necessarily need to be characters, right?” It was in that moment that he had an epiphany-, “Wait! Have you ever seen Mr. and Mrs. Smith?” Jack pulled back, a wild grin on his face, “That would be so badass.” 

“I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve,” She grinned and kissed the top of his head as he buried his face in her shoulder. “Haven’t figured me out yet y’know.” Lia teased, her fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair as she listened to his follow up--though her mind was caught up in the idea of a couples costume--whatever they were, it was still enough to dress up in a costume that matched. But they had always done that, in some way--perhaps that was the first sign that there was clearly something more between them. Well, not the first sign--their inability to stay separate from each other was clearly number one. There would have been no shuffling in the tilt-a-whirl line if that wasn’t the case. But it wasn’t like she wanted to stay away either--as cheesy as it sounded, her world never felt more upright and normal than when she was with Jack and it made her heart skip when she thought about it. “Assassins? Oh wait--that’s the movie with Brad and Angelina, right?” Part of her was shocked that she had even seen the movie, but it had been years ago and didn’t remember much of it, except the fact they were married and….were trying to kill eachother. But they could leave that part out. Her face lit up. “No, that’s perfect. Like it’s a fantastic mix of James Bond and Bond Girl but with a twist.” She paused for a moment. “Wait--can we do that scene where they’re dancing in their fancy clothes but she also has a weapon on her thigh?” Lia had always thought that was the coolest part. “I love this idea.”

Jack couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Oh, so you’re telling me sweet little miss Magnolia Barnes wants to walk around with a gun strapped to her thigh and a cut in her dress up to her waist?” He bit his lip to bite back a bigger smile and squeezed her side, “I mean- it’s an easy costume, right?” Mr. and Mrs. Smith. He could do that- it was classy enough for a ball, but fun enough for a couple’s costume. Jack thought about the little paper ring in his bedside dresser- he’d been playing around with origami for a while and he’d made it on a whim- hoping to give it to Magnolia as a fun, whimsical gift when she needed a pick-me-up. It took a moment- a moment of Lia fumbling around with her words and Jack staring at her lips moving for him to comprehend the thoughts racing through his head. Lia. Ring. Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Couple. Costume. Ring. Lia. Ring. Mr. & Mrs. Jack sucked in a breath of air- the thought… the idea was crazy. It was… Jack knew it was possibly maybe even the dumbest thing he’d ever do or even suggest- but they’d waited so long. It was gonna happen someday, anyways, wasn’t it? “Hey… Magnolia?” Jack waited until he’d caught her eye, “You remember when our parents sat us down and told us that one day we’d be required to marry?” He remembered that day- it’d been the best day of his life- getting to marry the girl he’d been in love with for years sounded like heaven. “I know I acted like I was upset- like I didn’t want it,” Jack sucked in a deep breath. Was this going to be the conversation they’d been avoiding for months? Now? In his bed, a mess of tangled curls and twisted bedsheets? “But since then, I haven’t really thought about anything but getting to marry you. I haven’t seriously dated anyone since then- not without that thought of getting to be at the end of an aisle you get to walk down to me.” He pulled himself away from Magnolia and dug around in his bedside drawer and when he rolled back over, he held the little paper ring up between the two of them, “I guess I’m just trying to…” he paused, sucked in a deep breath, and asked, “Why don’t we just go as Mr. & Mrs. Whetstone instead? Would you marry me and give me the honor of making you my forever partner? Even more so than you already are.” 

“Maybe I’m not so sweet after all. It’s not fair if only Nic gets to have all the fun” She nudged him lightly, jumping with a laugh at his squeeze. “I mean, that’s proof enough that its definitely not something people would think I’d wear.” Lia nodded a few times--Mr. and Mrs. Smith, that was perfect. After all, she already had dresses like that...well, not exactly like that, but she could find one easily. Plus, getting to see Jack in a suit was not her idea of a bad night, that’s for sure. It was a masquerade ball too! So they’d fit right in--wow, there really couldn’t have been a better costume idea. Her mind wandered around the idea again, trying to figure out just where she was going to get a thigh holster in Chicago--and also how to put one on. Maybe she’d get Moira to help her...Blinking a few times, she heard Jack use her name and her eyes locked with his. Something was different in the way he looked at her and she chewed her lip lightly, suddenly slightly nervous. Slowly nodding as she sat up, she listened, suddenly she was immediately back in that chair, all the way in South Carolina, looking at her momma as if she was crazy--when in reality she believed this might have been the only good thing she’d ever done. Marrying Jack was the one part of her future she had never wanted to change--and finding him again reignited a slight bit of hope that maybe it wouldn’t have to. She knew it was a long time coming if that were the case, right? Right? There was...was no way--was there? Magnolia heard the words he was saying--the words that echoed exactly what she felt but it wasn’t until a small, crafted paper ring appeared between them that Lia felt herself gasp loudly. Her hand flew to her mouth as she looked at him, the ring, and him again. No, this had to be a dream--there was no way he was proposing to her--and yet… “Jack--” Her mind spun, trying to find words to complete her though, the moment rendering her speechless in the best way. “Yes!” She finally managed to say, in between laughs and sniffles. It didn’t matter to her that they hadn’t ever said they were a couple--or been on a date. Magnolia Barnes had always known what her answer would have been if he had asked her to marry him--that was a choice she had made on her own years ago and one that had not changed. “Of course--of course. I can think of no better way I’d ever want to spend the rest of my life, Jack Whetstone. No better way.” Without thinking, she pulled him into a kiss--perhaps with slightly more force than she had anticipated. “Oops,” She giggled slightly, “Sorry.”

Jack felt his heart throb in his chest- the moment of silence that lingered between the two of them as he got his words out and just before she answered felt like a million years and less than a second all in one moment. Her ‘yes!’ had him laughing, tears maybe brimming his eyes (not that he’d admit that) and he eagerly leaned into the kiss, not at all minding the way their teeth clashed together as he went. Jack pulled back after a few more kisses and hopped out of bed- he followed the movement with half a happy dance and half a pace across the room, “Okay- we gotta call Momma, I’ll call the private jet company- Vegas sounds good, right? Not that either of us would normally get married there, but that makes sense, right? We’ll find a photographer and get married tomorrow morning. Halloween. Fly back just in time for the gala and then… surprise everyone?” Jack bit his lip- while he may not have been a planner like his fiance, he still liked to have things in order. “We’ll get you a dress in Vegas. Maybe get Elvis to marry us, too?” Jack was certain that his Momma would never let him get away with only an elopement, so the idea of having fun with the first ceremony- one for just the two of them (plus his momma), was his ideal perfect day. Jack jumped back on the bed and pulled Magnolia into another kiss, “Come on’, future Mrs. Whetstone- we got a lot to do and you still gotta go see Moira.” 

A wash of utter joy spread over Magnolia’s entire being as she watched him react to her acceptance and she couldn’t help but laugh along with him--with her fiance. She wasn’t sure she could smile much wider than she currently was--but it was impossible for her not to try at that thought. Fiance. Future Husband. How long has she thought about that far off idea--and now it was here. Like really really here. “Wait--today?” Lia looked over at him pacing, blinking a few times as she caught up with what he was saying. “You mean like...like actually get married today?” The idea was--well, he was right. It wasn’t like either of them to do this and yet...it also made complete sense. Lia had just said she wanted to do something unexpected--and getting married out of the blue was pretty much the epitome of that. Though, as big of a risk as it was, it also felt like...common sense. Of course they’d get married today--how long had they already waited, in a relationship or not? For once in her life, the blonde had no reservations about this idea. Another laugh erupted from her chest and she nodded quickly. “For someone who doesn’t like to plan ahead, you sure are impressive in the moment. But yes--that sounds absolutely perfect. And honestly very easy--who said planning a wedding was hard?” She teased, kissing him back with a grin and doing her best to not get caught up in the moment again--not an easy feat. “Mmm, I’m up, I’m up--your little plan to get me out of bed worked a little too well. But go call your Momma, Mr. Whetstone, before her superpower figures it out and you’re in hot water.” Lia giggled, tugging gently on his curl as she skipped to the bathroom--there sure was a lot to do, no time to waste. 

[shhhhyoursister]

spare some thots on local baby rat having a praise kink? i feel like matteo gets easily overwhelmed during sex so he loves it when david talks sweetly to him :)

let me try and conjure some thoughts....or some thots one could say..........

- so david could (and will, given the chance) talk for hours about matteo and all of the amazing things about him that people tend to ignore like how smart he really is, how fucking FUNNY he is, how loving and sweet and kind and gentle he is, just how much of an amazing person he is outside of the depressed stoner that a lot of people still just see him as

- he feels like the luckiest man in the world to get to know all of these things about matteo, that he gets to learn him at such a deep level, and matteo loves feeling so seen, because yeah matteos friends know him and know that hes kind, funny, smart, all that, but they still laugh and call him an idiot and an asshole and all of these things that david knows in his core arent true

- so david tells him everyday how smart and funny he is, makes sure to thank matteo sincerely anytime he does something nice for david (which is often), makes him know just got great he actually is because david is so fucking worried that matteo doesn't hear it enough

- but okay, that isnt what this is asking for

- there are a few particular words that david notices makes matteo blushier and squirmier than others, and he files them away to take out whenever he really wants to make matteo desperate

- the first one doesnt even come up during sex, but on a quiet morning when theyre both waking up slowly with the sun, and matteo is trying to get up to go to the bathroom but david isnt letting him, and theyre doing their usual push-and-pull before david says "no, baby, i want you to stay"

- and matteo turns bright red and stops fighting, actually shoves his face in his own pillow and wiggles

- and its so cute that david grins wide and pokes matteo in the side before flopping half on top of him and saying in his ear, "what, baby, did i say something wrong?" and matteo smacks him hard enough to leave a mark but hes still blushing and he has the sweetest smile on his face so david knows hes never gonna stop

-the first time he does it when theyre fucking matteo is in him, and is extremely unprepared for david to suddenly gasp out "fuck, baby, that feels amazing"

- he actually needs to stop for a minute so he doesnt come immediately (mostly because he wants david to come first, thats always his main goal), and he breathes roughly into davids shoulder, who's grinning despite being annoyed that matteo stopped moving

- from then on david is calling matteo baby almost constantly, whether theyre fucking or not, just to see the same blush and wiggle that he does

- the next one is pretty simple: matteo loves being told that hes good

- david notices it first when hes fucking matteo slowly one night when the flat is empty and matteo is letting out all these sounds that david hasnt heard from him yet and hes getting a little lightheaded, and without thinking he says "god, baby, you sound so fucking good"

- matteo had blushed a darker shade of red and his eyes had popped open, staring up at david with an almost glazed look and something just clicked, and david couldnt stop, how could he when matteo looked like that?

- so he had continued, talking quietly into matteos ear to really drive it home, while slowing even more and fucking matteo deep: "fuck, matteo you really sound so fucking good, you look so good, fuck youre being so good for me, baby, youre such a good boy"

- and with those last two words matteo comes so hard and suddenly that he just gasps through it, and david watches in awe as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth drops open, and he thinks to himself okay, thats good to know

- (he starts saying it a lot more after that, and thats really the start of david realizing holy fuck, his boyfriend has a super intense praise kink)

- the next thing that david notices comes as a bit of a surprise, another situation where they were fucking slow but this time matteo is riding him, flopped over with his head buried in davids neck, the perfect place for david to speak nonstop filth right into his ear (he can even forgive matteo for not doing all the work like he was supposed to be)

- hes looking down at the long expanse of matteos back, at the scratches and the freckles and how hes arching and twitching with each thrust of davids hips, each word whispered into his ear, and he suddenly pulls up a bit to lean their foreheads together and david is awestruck by the look on his face and the quiet noises hes making, and david is so turned on and so in love and again just cant stop himself before hes saying "fuck, matteo, you're so pretty"

- and matteo whines, loud, and starts actually moving his hips a bit and clutches davids side hard, his nails biting a little but david doesn't mind one bit, especially not when matteo goes back to his original position, but this time his face is pressed into davids shoulder

- "its true, baby, always so pretty, but especially right now," he feels matteos teeth on his shoulder and he grins, "you like that? me calling you pretty? its true, youre the prettiest boy ive ever seen, inside and out."

- and yeah, its a little sappy, but that doesn't stop matteo from whining again and coming hard when david presses a tender kiss to the side of his neck

- david adds these words and more to his long running list of things that make matteo overwhelmed in the best possible way, a list he keeps at the forefront of his mind, handy and accessible for the many, many times there comes a situation where david can whip one out