#by doing this we're going to be trapped here - maybe for the rest of our lives and not just us but the entire crew. But we have to

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Jack Harlow request: This idea just came to my mind, imagine Jack being out with the kids somewhere and a fan approaches him and gives him flowers. Of course he’s nice about it but the girls are like “ooooo- wait until mommy finds out.” And when you get home they tell you immediately before Jack gets a chance to. 🤣

Mommy's Day Off

"We're not done talking about this!", Jack's voice was gruff and loud, a giveaway that he was frustrated and upset. He was at his wits end in this argument but he wasn't willing to let sleeping dogs lie. He pulled at the curls at the back of his neck as he followed you around the house.

"Jack, lower your voice. Please", you bit back, your hands full of the kids' toys that were left around the house at the end of the night. "I just got Wes to sleep." You too were over this conversation, but you weren't ready to throw in the towel and forgive Jack yet.

You knew you were very lucky to be married to a man you considered your best friend, but that didn't mean you didn't have your issues. It was always the same argument with Jack; you would make plans for the family to spend time together, maybe a long weekend away or a Saturday outing, and his schedule would get in the way.

"You don't think I want to spend the weekend with my family instead of going to LA for some stupid press junket?" He didn't even feel like he had a leg to stand on in this fight, but he was contractually obligated to promote his new movie.

Jack felt like a broken record, having to defend his career tooth and nail against things he knew were more important to them. Sometimes he felt trapped in a cycle, forced to make sacrifices to keep his job afloat while also disappointing the people he cared about most, and it kept happening over and over again.

"I don't know, Jack", you sighed, as you adjusted the pillows on the couch, finding a stray baby sock in the crack of the cushions. "Do you?" You knew that was a low blow, but you were upset and caught up in the moment. You turned to face him, the hurt lingering on his features as he looked at you. "You're gonna leave this weekend, and I'll be here, alone, with three kids. Its not fair how much slack I have to pick up when you're not here."

Jack let out a breath through his nostrils, his jaw flexing as he tried to calm his breathing. "I keep telling you we could get a nanny or my mom offered to help you with the kids, but you keep shooting the idea down." You could feel your body tense, the grip you had on one of Aaliyah's stuffies strong enough to rip the head off at the seams. "Why are you so stubborn about it?"

It may have been unintentional, but Jack sure knew how to push your buttons.

"Because I want my husband here!" All of the items you had in your arms flew across the room when you threw your hands up. Jack stepped back to avoid a heavy plastic toy landing on his foot, as well as your wrath.

"I love Maggie, and she's such a great grandma, but its not fair to ask her to help out all the time, and I sure as hell don't want a stranger in our house around the kids! I want the man that I started this family with? Is that really so much to as for?" God, it felt good to get that off of your chest, even though you knew it didn't solve anything.

"Baby, lower your voice." Jack regretted shushing you as soon as he said it, the look you gave him enough to shut him up for the rest of the night. You took in a sharp breath, prepared to give him a piece of your mind when you heard a cry out in the distance. "Great", you mumbled under your breath, your teeth gritted together.

"Go get him, I'll clean up this mess up", Jack whispered as you left him standing alone in the living room.

****

The next morning, Jack's eyes fluttered open to the sound of Aaliyah running through the house. "Daddy, what're you doing in the libing room?" He sat up, trying to stretch out the crick in his neck from sleeping uncomfortably all night. "Daddy was silly last night, he got in trouble with mama."

Her face scrunched in a way that made him chuckle, her arms draping around his neck as she played with his ears. "Did you get put in time out?"

"I did", Jack lowered his voice to a whisper when he saw you walk past him. "An eight hour time out." He picked her up and headed into the kitchen.

Brooklyn was already eating her cereal and you had a fussy Wes balanced in your arms as you made Aaliyah some oatmeal. Jack had a moment of panic when he looked at the time. "Wait, aren't the girls going to be late for school?"

"We don't have school today. It's President's Day", Brooklyn said with a smile.

"That's right", Jack sighed as he ran his fingers through his messy chestnut curls, "I forgot all about that."

He looked over to you, his stomach in knots after your fight last night. You could feel his eyes on you, but sleep did nothing to fix your frustrations, so you weren't interested in making nice this morning. "I've got the studio reserved today and then I was thinking we could grab dinner tonight when I get home." That had the girls excited, both giddy about going to their favorite restaurant in Louisville. "Sound good to you, babe?" He was desperate to hear you say anything, even a single word.

"Actually, that's not gonna work for me", you uttered with a sarcastic tone. You handed Wesley to Jack, who balanced him on his forearm. "I'm gonna take the day off, go to brunch with my friends, maybe make it a spa day. You can take the kids with you to the studio."

Jack let out a frustrated breath. "I was really looking to buckle down and get some work done today", he spoke out of the corner of his mouth. "I think the girls would rather spend the day with their grandparents. I'll call them."

"Don't bother." You stopped him before he could grab his phone off the counter. "Your dad is spending the day with Clay, and I'm treating your mom to a well deserved day off." You turned to the girls, "doesn't a day with Daddy sound like fun?" Aaliyah let out a squeal of excitement. "Will Uncle Urby be there?" Brooklyn asked, a little bit hesitant about spending the day cooped up in a soundproof room, but if her favorite uncle was there, she could suck it up.

"Yeah, I'll make sure he comes", Jack said as he shot off a text to his best friend. "We're gonna get dressed!" Brooklyn took Aaliyah by the hand and they both ran up stairs to their room.

Alone in the kitchen, Jack turned to you. "I know you're upset with me, but this is unfair. You know how much pressure I'm under to finish this album."

You let out a hum as you gently grazed a finger along Wesley's cheek. "Jack, in all the years we've been married and been a family, I have always been incredibly understanding of you and your work. I've stood by you through everything, and I have never asked you to choose between us or your music career, because I know how important it is to you But I am exhausted. I'm taking this day for me, and you're just going to have to figure it out." You gave Wesley a kiss on the forehead and walked away before Jack could get another word out.

****

"Aaliyah, sit in your seat, please." Jack wiped the sweat off of his brow as he picked the diaper bag off the ground and placed it underneath the car seat.

Getting all three kids into the car proved to be more of a challenge than he was expecting, and he was already 30 minutes late for his slot at the studio and he hadn't even left the house. Wesley had a blowout right after he changed him into his clothes, and Aaliyah was having a meltdown over one of her stuffies.

"No! I need Mr. Effie! I can't leave the house without him", Aaliyah spoke through tears, her arms crossed over her chest. "Baby, we don't have time to find your stuffed elephant, we have to go." Jack said with an exasperated tone. "Now, please, sit in your seat."

"I can't go without him!", she cried out again. "Aaliyah, that's enough." Jack was trying his hardest to control his tone.

Brooklyn looked up from her iPad. "Dad, Mr. Effie is in the laundry room. Liyah got some apple sauce on him yesterday so mom had to wash him."

"Okay, watch your siblings. I'll be right back", Jack shut the car door and jogged into the house to find the stuffed animal. He frantically searched through the pile of clean clothes until he saw a peak of the elephant's trunk underneath. He snatched the toy and ran out the house.

"Thank you Daddy!", Aaliyah wiped her face and cuddled Mr. Effie close. Jack hopped into the front seat and turned to face the girls. "You're welcome. Now listen, I need to get work done today, so I need you to be on your best behavior, okay? No tears, no screaming, just being the sweet girls I know you can be."

"Yes, Dad", both girls said in unison as Jack pulled out of the garage and headed to the studio.

When they arrived downtown, Jack's head was buried so far in the diaper bag to find a pacifier for Wesley, he barely noticed the young woman who approached him in the parking lot.

"Excuse me, are you Jack Harlow?" Jack's head shot up and was on a swivel to see who was speaking. He had a moment of panic that he was being approached by some paps and that was the last thing he needed right now. The girl to the left of him looked harmless enough, nervous even, as she gave him a big smile.

"Sorry, you scared me", Jack chuckled, slinging the diaper bag on his shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm-I'm just such a big fan of yours." She stuttered over her words, avoiding eye contact. "Thank you, that's so sweet of you to say. I've gotta get inside, but thank-"

"Hi!" Aaliyah waived at the fan from the backseat. "I'm Aaliyah! What's your name? " She was still too young to understand Jack's career and fame, and thought he just had a lot of friends everywhere they went.

Jack was quick to shut down the interaction. "Baby, get your stuff together so we can go inside." He was very protective of his family, and even though most of his fans were nice, he tried to prevent exposing the girls to the public as much as possible. He turned back to the fan who was now holding a bouquet of flowers in his face. "Oh, are these for me?"

"Yeah, your music has meant so much to me, I always said if I ever met you, I'd return the favor." Jack felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment, it always meant so much to him when he came across a fan of his. "Thank you, that's incredibly nice of you." He gave her a hug and took a selfie with her before she took off.

"Daddy, those flowers are beautiful! Was that your girlfriend?", Aaliyah asked, her eyes wide at the beautiful bouquet. Jack knitted his brow together. "No baby, I don't have a girlfriend, I only have eyes for mama."

"She's not his girlfriend, but she is a secret admirer", Brooklyn teased as she jumped out of the car. "Mama's gonna be mad when she finds out."

"What's a secret amirer?", Aaliyah asked with a tilt of her head. "Its someone who secretly likes you, and she wasn't a secret admirer, she was just a nice fan." Jack grabbed the car seat out of the car, Wesley sleeping peacefully through all of the commotion. "Let's not tell Mama about this okay? I'm already in the dog house with her." He grabbed Aaliyah's hand as they rushed into the building. "Let's get inside, I'm already so late."

"Dog house?" Aaliyah questioned, looking up at Brooklyn, who just shrugged.

The three year old was learning a lot of new phrases today.

****

It was after dark when you finally got home. You noticed Jack's SUV in the garage when you pulled up into the driveway. You immediately felt guilty for leaving him by himself today, as soon as you left the house, but you had to admit, a day off was exactly what you needed. You had the stress massaged, waxed off, and plucked out of you with tweezers, and you were feeling a lot better.

Still, you knew it wasn't right to leave a fight unresolved, so you brought a peace offering, grabbing the boxes of pizza from your family's favorite place, out of the passenger seat before you headed inside. The house was eerily quiet, with three kids that was rarely a good sign, but everything seemed to be in once piece.

Its wasn't that you didn't trust Jack to take care of things, he was a fantastic father, but even you lost track of the house after a long day.

You flipped on the kitchen light, your breath hitching at the sight of the beautiful bouquet on the counter, full of your favorite flowers. You took a moment to sniff at the roses, your stomach fluttering at the romantic gesture.

You got so caught up in your emotion today, you let yourself forget for a moment that you were married to a man who made you feel incredibly loved and cherished every single day. Sure, you had your problems, but the good always outweighed the bad.

"Mama! Did you have a good spa day?" Brooklyn collapsed into a hug with you as soon as she saw you, making you stumble back. "I did. Did everything go okay today while I was gone?"

"We got to touch all the pretty buttons on the computer today!" Aaliyah exclaimed as she climbed into a dining chair. "You did? Did you behave for Daddy?", you asked, giving the girls some pizza. "Uncle Urby let us take pictures with his camera, it was a lot of fun", Brooklyn chimed in, her mouth full of cheese.

"The girls were very good, I was very proud of them." You felt Jack's presence as he walked into the kitchen, wearing a pair of sweats, his curls hanging in his face.

"Hi", he whispered with a small smile when you looked at him. He wouldn't admit it, but between being upset over your fight and taking care of the kids, he didn't get any work done today. He couldn't get you off of his mind, and all he wanted to do was hug you and apologize profusely.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" You grabbed Jack's hand and led him into the hallway, out of sight of the girls. As soon as you stopped and turned, you pulled him into a tight hug, your arms wrapping around his neck. Jack sighed contently as he held you against his chest, his hands roped around your waist.

"I hate fighting with you", you mumbled into his sweatshirt. "I do too", Jack admitted, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You pulled back, stroking Jack's beard between your fingers. "I'm sorry. I never should have guilted you for working. I did exactly what I said I'd never do." You felt tears start to build in your lashes, the lump in your throat building.

"You were right, though", Jack wiped the wetness under your eye away with his thumb, "its not fair how much work you have to do when I'm not here. I feel so lucky that our kids have you, because today was a lot, and I can only imagine what you have to put up with every day."

You giggled, pulling him in by the neck for a quick kiss. "I wouldn't change it for the world." He felt so much better now that you two had made up and he had you back in his arms.

"Thank you so much for the flowers too, they're beautiful." You squeezed his hand affectionately as you walked back into the kitchen. Jack had no idea what you were talking about. "You're welcome?", he did a terrible job hiding the inflection in his voice. It didn't connect until he saw the flowers the fan gave him this morning. He'd completely forgotten about them in the rush of the day.

"Mama! Did you see the flowers?" Aaliyah ran over to you, and you picked her up, walking over to the flowers. "I did, they're beautiful, Daddy did a wonderful job."

"Daddy didn't buy these flowers", your middle child had zero filter or ability to keep a secret. Jack cowered, realizing his apology to you was short lived. You looked over at him. "What is she talking about?"

"He got them from a pretty lady. His secret admiral", her genetic dimple showed as she smiled big, so happy with herself for remembering the words. "Your what?" Your eyes were still on Jack, who was nervously biting at his thumb nail.

"Huh?" he perked up, pretending he didn't hear a word either of you said.

"We told him you were gonna be upset, Mama." Brooklyn admitted, biting another piece off of her slice of pizza.

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[r-is-typing]

hi there! welcome back to tumblr!

could I please request a spencer reid x reader where the reader is the newest member of the bau but gets kidnapped on a case? thank you!

p.s. extra points if the reader loves puzzles and books!

decipher | s.r

summary: in which the newest member of the bau gets taken request: hi there! welcome back to tumblr! could I please request a spencer reid x reader where the reader is the newest member of the bau but gets kidnapped on a case? thank you! p.s. extra points if the reader loves puzzles and books! pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst with a happy ending content warnings: mentions of violence, kidnapping, really anything mentioned in criminal minds word count: 1.6k+ send in your requests here!

Y/N groaned, walking into the small room that the BAU was using in Delaware's local police station while they were there for a case. "What's wrong, pretty girl?" Derek raised a curious brow.

Y/N looked at the evidence board. "I just don't see what we're missing! It's been four days now, and we're no closer than when we got here to solving this."

Spencer looked up from his reading. "I've been reading for a while and can't decipher these puzzles." The tall man stood up, walking to a board they had with various puzzles tacked onto it. The Unsub had left pieces of paper at every crime scene with different variations of codes that seemed like coordinates of some kind. "43 11 51 15 44 23 15 32" "31 15 44 43 35 31 11 54" "23 15 31 35 32 15" Y/N stared intensely at the numbers, trying to get anything to tell her what they meant. "Okay, maybe we need to go over the profile again. What's the deal with this guy?" JJ started to speak. "Well, the guy's a narcissist first, but.. he could be devolving. He was skilled the first few kills, but this last one... we found mistakes, he slipped up. So, does that mean his clues will too?" Spencer stood next to Y/N. "It very well could, but until we figure out the code..." Hotch finished his sentence. "There's nothing we can do. The best thing to do right now is go back to the hotel and rest, we can come back tomorrow with fresh minds. That's an order." Y/N told the team she'd catch up, she was just going to go to the restroom, so they left and headed to the hotel. She watched them leave and as soon as they left her eye sight, she ran back into the boardroom. She needed to figure out this code. People's lives depended on it. Y/N began looking everywhere online possible to lead her to what kind of code this was. "Agent L/N?" An officer stuck their head into the room, making Y/N look up. "We've just received another note... There seems to have been one we missed in our initial sweep." Y/N jumped up quick taking the note from the officer. "Thank you."

Y/N opened the note and was met with something she wasn't expecting. Another code but at the bottom, it said "Tap tap tap". Y/N widened her eyes. Why didn't she think of tap code? It was brilliant. Y/N spent the next fifteen minutes solving each of the puzzles she got. She went to the board writing next to each decipher.

"43 11 51 15 44 23 15 32" -> "save them" "31 15 44 43 35 31 11 54" -> "let's play" "23 15 31 35 32 15" -> "help me" and then the newest cipher:

"11 12 11 33 14 34 33 15 14 23 34 45 43 15 31 24 12 42 11 42 54" -> "abandoned house library" Y/N gasped, running out of the police station and hopping into the vehicle the team left for her, heading to this abandoned house that they had thought they cleared the day before. "I knew it.." Y/N mumbled to herself, pulling in front of the house. Y/N quickly ran into the house, gun pointing in front of her. She swung to the right, hearing a noise but ultimately nothing. "I just knew you'd fall for my trap. The last note was just for you, Agent. Those girls aren't here, but you however..." A voice from behind her spoke, hitting her over the head with a chunk of wood before she could turn and shoot him. Y/N fell to the floor, knocking unconscious . The Unsub smirked, picking her up over his shoulder and carrying her out to his truck, driving away quickly before anyone would be able to find them.

The next day, the team arrived to the station early. "Anyone hear from Y/N? I didn't see her at the hotel this morning." Emily asked, looking around. This made the team share a look of confusion. "Excuse me? What time did Agent L/N leave last night?" JJ asked one of the officers. "Well, shortly after I gave her a note that was delivered here, she ran out of here quicker than I could even see with my own eyes. I figured she was just sick or somethin'." The officer told the team. "Guys..." Spencer looked at the board with the ciphers, noting a new one pinned, along with their deciphers right next to them. "I think the Unsub knew Y/N was here alone and lured her.. She was able to figure out the cipher. It's tap code."

Hotch looked at Reid. "Who would be smart enough to understand tap code?" Reid scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket. "Garcia," He started as she picked up the phone. "Out of the list of possible suspects we had, cross match those with anyone who recently got out of prison." Typing could be heard on the other end of the phone. "Uh, there's two. Robert Smart and Henry David. Henry got out just two weeks ago, and Robert got out two days ago."

Hotch begins to speak, but was interrupted by Penelope. "Sending Henry's address and work now to your cells. Her majesty out." A click was heard and Penelope's voice was gone.

The team ran out of the station, half of the team splitting up. "Well, he wouldn't take her to his work..." Derek called Garcia again, asking about any abandoned buildings, or anything in that area that would be the perfect spot to keep someone.

"It seems like his parents had owned a storage unit but the storage company itself went bankrupt last year, so there's just a whole bunch of abandoned storage units. His..." Penelope pauses, typing more. "is number 378."

Derek does a quick u-turn, speeding towards the storage unit. "Why would she go off without us?" Spencer looked at Derek and then Rossi. "Kid, she probably wasn't expecting this. I mean, it seemed perfect that we had just talked about him devolving and then he gives a precise location." Rossi puts a comforting hand on Reid's shoulder, comforting him as much as he could.

The three jumped out of the SUV as they arrived at the abandoned area. Spencer rushed ahead of them, his gun held steady, in case of any surprises as they walked slowly.

367, 371, 375 Finally, they found Unit 378 and looked at each other, nodding before lifting the storage and finding Henry and Y/N. Henry held a gun to her head as she stared directly at the three men ahead of her. "You take one more step, and she's dead!" Henry screams. Spencer tensed. "You don't want to do that, Henry." He raised his hands, putting his gun back in his holster. "We know what your mom did to you, okay? You shouldn't have had to go through that."

Henry's eyes flashed with anger as he cried. "She left me! Abandoned me as if I was nothing!" Y/N kept eye contact with Spencer. "Henry, it's alright, we're going to get you help. Just put down the gun, okay?" Spencer slowly took a step, seeing Henry's guard starting to come down. "If you put the gun down, we can help you. We can tell the judge you cooperated with us." Y/N spoke, not breaking eye contact with Spencer who stared at Henry.

Henry's hand dropped the gun as he dropped to the ground and cried. Derek ran over, cuffing him. "Henry David, you're being arrested for the murder of three women, kidnapping, and the assault of an FBI agent. You have the right to remain silent-" Morgan's voice cut off as he walked out of the storage, Rossi in tow.

Spencer rushed over to Y/N, untying her and helping her to her feet. Y/N was quick to hug him as she cried. "I'm so sorry. I really thought.." Spencer shushed her, walking her out of the storage unit where JJ, Hotch, and Emily stood waiting for her. "You're okay!" JJ ran over and embraced the girl.

"Hotch, I-"

Hotch shook his head. "As much as what you did was careless, you were smart with your actions. If it wasn't for your smart thinking and logic, we wouldn't have been able to decipher the code."

Y/N nodded to Hotch, then looked up at Spencer. "I didn't mean to worry everyone.." The girl pouted. Spencer just rubbed her shoulder. "I know, but you're okay now, that's what matters."

Y/N looked up at him. "I knew you guys would come for me once you saw the cipher, but I honestly thought I was going to die in there... which got me thinking."

Spencer looked at her in confusion. "Do you wanna do something when we get back to Quantico?" Y/N asked, a tint of red painted across her face.

"Like a..?"

"Yes, genius. Like a date. I've got to repay my knight in shining blue vest somehow as a token of my appreciation for saving me."

Spencer nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'd, uh, I"d like that." Y/N smiled. "Perfect." She quickly walked to JJ and Emily after. Spencer looked over to Derek who had clearly witnessed the exchange, a large smirk sprawled across his face.

"Shut up." Spencer mumbled to him, shuffling past him quickly. He then stopped, realizing what she had said. "Knight in shining blue vest?"

r is typing... thank you so much for the request and the warm welcome back! i hoep you enjoy, i loved writing this! :) r is signing off...

[kisakis-boyfriend]

ayaka (genshin) soft sex in a cabin? like we have a cute romantic getaway to a skiing resort or something and there’s a heavy snowstorm and while we cuddle in our room to wait the storm out it quickly escalates into something else <3

(gn reader if possible please! male reader is fine too if you wanna write that)

Pairings: Ayaka Kamisato x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Ayaka, fluffy sex, eating out, reader penetrates Ayaka but no specific parts are mentioned

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

“Sorry, babe. I don't think we're getting out there any time soon.” You shouted across the chilly cabin that you were currently trapped inside of. Today was originally going to be the ideal day for skiing, but the weather report changed; warning the resort of an incoming blizzard and advising the residents to take shelter as a precaution

“It's still blocking the door and it's only getting worse...” You sighed, closing the curtain on the front door and retreating back to the fireplace. Ayaka sat curled up in her ski gear and a soft quilt, frowning at the bad news

“That's unfortunate... We were so looking forward to today. We even made sure to wake up extra early...” She lamented. “Well, at least we're stuck here together, right?”

You reached over to hold one of Ayaka's hands, absentmindedly playing with her chilly digits in front of the crackling fire. “That's true. Sure it's disappointing, but we can find something else to do. Together!”

Ayaka's soft smile melted your heart. The warm glow from the fire made her look like a goddess; even in her pink goggles and blue n' white ski suit. Who says a goddess can't wear a puffy ski suit anyways?

Gazing at your girlfriend like this, you thought of all the things you'd like to do with her instead of sliding down a snowy mountain. Several ideas came to mind; there were a few board games and card games stashed away in your cabin. Or, providing that the storm didn't knock out the power, you could watch some movies for a while. Or maybe...

“Hey, I have an idea.” Ayaka turned to look at you, quizzically humming. The fire behind your eyes rivaled the flames preventing the two of you from turning into icicles at this moment. Ayaka yelped as you swiftly stood up and scooped her off of the couch, tossing the quilt onto the floor and spreading it around with your feet before placing your flailing girlfriend down on top

“H-hey! Y/n what are we—?” She giggled while you playfully pinned her wrists above her head, smiling a devious smile. Lips suddenly crashed into hers, warm but a bit chapped from the weather

“Ya taste lovely, angel~” You whispered against Ayaka's lips. She melted into the kiss rather quickly, giving up any resistance and relaxing against the comfy layer you placed underneath her. Soon enough, your hands wandered down to undo her zipper, removing the many layers that were going to protect her from the harsh temperature. She let you — even helping you take off her shirts. When you removed your own layers Ayaka couldn't stop herself from admiring your body. Biting her red bottom lip as you flexed just for her

“You're cute when you stare. All shameless like this.” You snickered when Ayaka turned away, blushing in embarrassment and covering her face with her hands. “Aw, c'mon cutie,” you leaned down until your lips brushed against her ear, “don't shy away now. It's just getting good~ ”

Reluctantly, your girlfriend moved her hands back to resting next to her head, only to find you down near her thighs — sucking on the supple flesh. Ayaka's squeaks filled the living room as you trailed your kisses and bites inward. “Hm, let's get these out of the way. There we go~” Her underwear were quickly discarded, allowing you all of the room you needed to devour her with your warm mouth

Not only did Ayaka look like a goddess, she tasted like one too. Her mouth fell open in silent gasps while you lapped at her cunt, using the flat of your tongue first. Suddenly, it wasn't so cold inside anymore — things were heating up quite nicely

Your girlfriend's precious moans spurred you on, pushing your tongue in a little deeper, sucking on her a little stronger, using your fingers to spread her open and dip inside while you suck on her thighs again. “Y'ready for me, angel?” You mumbled against her skin

“Mm-hmm~” Came Ayaka's soft voice. Her back arched so prettily when you penetrated her pussy; bringing her hands to your hips and forcing you in some more. Slow and deep — you set the pace somewhat softly, in no rush to be anywhere else than right here with your lover. Cherishing her lovely moans and gasps as you bring her closer and closer to an orgasm. Ayaka's arms wrap around your neck as you bend down to kiss her again, hungry for more of her against your body

You hold her so close, sharing body heat as you tightly embrace her squirming body. Ayaka loses herself soon, rubbing her clit and pushing her hips down until a strong orgasm has stars filling the corners of her vision

“Aah-! Cum-ming—!! ” She cries out, throwing her head back then relaxing a few seconds after. Breathing heavily while you brush some stray hair out of her eyes, smiling down as you take in the sight of her

After more gentle kisses trailed down to Ayaka's pretty chest, you begin thrusting again, drawing another symphony of noises out of your partner until she cums for a second time

[maple-the-awesome]

Friend or Foe || Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Four, Hyrule, Legend x GN Reader

Overview: Link visits an alternate world without its hero and, more importantly, a version of you without your Link. Unfortunately, it seems even the smallest of details can lead to disastrous results. In spirt of October and Halloween, I've decided to do a little evil prompt because none of the Links have enough emotional damage yet😈

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Four has known you since childhood, both of your families having been good friends for generations. You've always been peas in a pot together with a level of closeness that results in a lot of ‘old married couple’ jokes. You're usually the first person Four returns to after his adventures, never sparing a single detail as he knows he can trust you with his life if it were to come down to it which makes this situation so perplexing...

This you is nothing like his dear friend back home. You don't have that same sweet smile that makes his heart do loops of delight, rather a wicked grin that makes his stomach turn in disgust. When he heard murmurs about an evil magic-wielder terrorizing this world, it would've been his last guess that such a person could look exactly like you - same face, same name, same everything!

"What an interesting assortment of weapons, especially this one!" Four bites back a snarl when this cursed version of you holds the Four Sword high into the sky with a teasing smirk, "It's practically dripping with magic. Where did you get it? ...Still not going to answer me? Oh, but you were so talkative earlier - what, with all your meaningless questions and desperate begging.”

Trapped behind cold iron bars, all Four can do is watch helplessly as you search through the rest of the items you’ve stolen from him, making little comments here and there which he refuses to acknowledge (he’s learned from Vaati that responses are only encouragement). The others should be here to rescue him soon anyway. In the meantime, he’s trying to make sense of this whole situation as he has been since you first caught him.

'This just can't be our flower. I refuse to believe it. They'd never be so cruel to us like this! They're our friend!' 

'Of course they aren’t, you idiot! There's no way they'd be evil at all! This scum is an imposter and the second we get out of this prison we'll teach them a lesson about why they shouldn’t dare tarnish an angel's name like -!'

'- Calm down. We're in a different version of Hyrule which means this is more than likely this kingdom’s version of -'

'- Hogwash! Don’t you dare finish that sentence! They'd never act like this even in a different world!'

'I don’t want to believe it either, however the fact of the matter is it isn’t impossible. Think about it. Everything about this world is similar to our own excluding our existence. There is no hero meaning we weren’t ever there to protect them. Did you think about that?'

'...No...'

'That's so sad!'

Four must agree with his arguing thoughts. Although this you isn't the one he has waiting for him back home, he can't help feeling some pity towards you, refusing to believe you could simply be born evil. Something led you down this path you currently trek, and maybe this world isn't necessarily within his range of responsibility, however he still feels a bit guilty for not being able to help any version of you, here or there.

Hyrule met you shortly after meeting Zelda which was natural considering you were the eldest child of the crown. He must admit he's unfortunately never gotten the chance to know you too well, seeing as you have so many responsibilities that keep you busy while he, himself, is often sidetracked venturing through a broken world, yet nevertheless, he does know you to be a kind and generous leader - someone he’s always admired very deeply which is why he’s having so much trouble accepting you could ever be like this…

This kingdom has a sort of sadness that flows throughout the dusty sky and crumbled grass. Legend mentioned something about visiting a kingdom like it before, although Hyrule wonders now if all aspects of the Vet's experiences would match. He would ask, however such a question wouldn't be appropriate at the moment given as both heroes have been brought to their knees, spears held close to their heads to keep them submissive (not that it gets rid of Legend's scowl).

When Hyrule first laid eyes on you while being forced him to take a knee in front of your throne, he had been relieved, so certain that you'd immediately wave off your hostile guards and take note of the obvious misunderstanding that has occurred, after all this traveler is a dear friend of yours who should be treated as such. Alas, Hyrule shivers instead, frozen under your cold gaze as you glare down upon Legend and him.

"These are the heroes you found? I thought they'd be taller - more a threat than little mice," You sigh boredly with your head rested against your hand, although you do take a second longer to admire Hyrule, smirking at the boy who unlike his feisty friend looks absolutely petrified to be in your presences. 

Pushing yourself off your throne, you approach the poor boy and kneel before him. Despite his attempt to flinch away, you still succeed in running your hand against his cheek, "...Oh, but you're a cutie, aren't you? A rare gem in a world so broken."

At least you're aware of the current status of this kingdom. Hyrule would like to think that with some bitterness in mind, however he actually manages to feel sympathetic while watching you wander back to your throne, not missing that frown upon your face. 

It’s then that he’s reminded of a story his friends and him were told upon arrival here - that this world’s hero had died tragically many years ago. There’s no evidence that this world’s current state is because of you which means you could’ve simply inherited a cursed throne and allowed your own heart to hardened under the depressing circumstances, a fate Hyrule fears might have easily occurred to his own version of you as well if not for the support you had received from your siblings and himself. If only you weren’t alone in this world. Maybe then you could have become a beloved queen here, too.

Legend denies that he ever knew you; it hurts too much to accept otherwise. For the short time that he had known you, you had been a light in his life, always so sweet and magical in a way that could lift even the darkest of thoughts. There's a side of him who wishes every night that he'll be blessed with a dream about you because much to his dismay, that's his only way of seeing you again. He'd give anything to meet you in person once more even if for just a second, but not like this...

He's trying hard to keep the scowl on his face - trying to act unintimated, trying to act annoyed - despite how much his heart is aching deep down. He can feel his eyes burning. He can taste iron as he bites down upon his lip, praying to Hylia he'll wake up any moment now.

Promptly after arriving in this Hyrule, the Chain had received several warnings from locals about a ‘demon’ which lurks in the night. They claim that the creature only ever appears in the shadows, preying upon weak minds and cursing them with cruel nightmares. 

Legend, of course, dismissed it all as a story meant to scare children, even going as far as to give Warrior a hard time for being jumpy while the group was setting up camp in a forest right outside of town. Unlike some of the others, Legend doesn’t care if the wind whispers or how certain trees around them look like faces, and he was actually sleeping quite well amongst it all until getting up to go to the bathroom. 

Walking back into camp, he had been alarmed to notice a cloaked figure hovering right above Wild, their hand outstretched towards his head as the Champion shifted and whimpered in his sleep. Everyone else appeared to already be in similar states of distress, even Time’s stone expression crinkled in pain.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THEM!" Legend was quick to shout, catching the monster's attention before drawing his sword which he had thankfully taken with him earlier. He planned on fighting off the beast then hopefully waking the others from their nightmares, yet instead he found himself trapped in one of his own when the cloaked figure removed their hood.

Now he can't move, frozen in terror as he tries desperately to shake the feeling...No...No, it can't be you. This is a trick - an illusion the monster has created to mess with him. You would never stain your beautiful face with such a wicked smile. You'd never hurt anything or anyone the way this thing already has!

Regardless of his doubt, Legend can only shake as you approach a lot faster than he can process, likely aided by your ability to effortlessly float his way. Whether due to a spell of yours or a result of his own weak will, he doesn't jerk away like he wants to when you run a hand over his cheek, cooing in a mocking way, "Aw, get a lot of nightmares, do you honey?"

"N-No. Not at all," He manages, at last finding the strength to swing your way which is an action helped by closing his eyes. If he can't see your face, he won't have to battle his concern over hurting you; he can better convince himself that you aren't truly here as you've never been.

"Liar," You easily dodge him, using merely two fingers to grab his sword midair. Keeping it in place, you lean forward, your breath making his legs wobble as the tears finally begin to prick in the corners of his eyes, "I can read your thoughts - see your fears…Oh, but this is far worse than any nightmare you've had, isn't it, my dear? Far worse than any I could bestow upon you with my magic. Poor thing. You miss them terribly, don't you? If that's the case, then you shouldn’t avoid me so. Soak it up. Remember what I look like. After all, it's the last chance you'll ever get to reach out and touch me."

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Costume Meta 7x03

so there aren't al l that many costumes to talk about this week from a min cast perspective as pretty much everyone is either in uniform, or a costume they've been wearing for the previous two episodes!

I do have a few things to talk about though so I'm still writing this meta and then I'll be gearing myself up for next week when I have a feeling I'll be up to my eyeballs in new costumes!!

Check theory

The danger around Jared played out - he large bold check signalled that he would be in danger - and he met a grim end!

Pink Theory

I feel like I'm spending every episode playing spot the bright pink and this one came to the pink party as well - we have Corey's dad in this pink sweater and then Corey's two siblings in pink.

Its really interesting to me that we're not seeing this bright pink on any of our mains up to this point (Athena has worn pale pink but not bright pink)- its always been on guest cast (Marisol, Lola, Norman, the mom trapped in the car) and there's a fairly even split between the characters who are in one episode and the multi episode arc characters.

I've already pointed this out but the various traits associated with bright magenta/fuchsia pinks are as follows

Things that are considered positive traits for this shade of pink are; intensity, acceptance, kindness and it's supportive and uplifting nature. It's connected to naive love (as in lust rather than the passionate and enduring love of red) can also be considered a nurturing colour.

Negative traits are; intensity, volatility, arrogant and impatient, irritability and irritating and frustration. it is also said to be a stress inducing colour and is said to be overly emotional and childish.

Stripe Theory

Then we have the stripes - Corey (who I'm convinced is autistic but thats maybe just me projecting!!) is in stripes pretty much the entire time.

The only exception is when the family is on Manzanillo - when he is wearing a watery themed shirt - again separating him from most of the rest of the family - who are all in floral prints (older brother is all in white and not the floral Hawaiian prints but he and his sister (I think they're meant to be twins?!) switch between who is wearing the bold print and who is in a white top throughout the episode)

Mom wears stripes as well - before she gets onto the ship - we see her in this striped coat. Dad and the sister also wear stripes and check scarves, showing that the entire family is in peril, but the largest amount of stripes are saved for the ones who will be in the most danger - which makes total sense from a pattern theory perspective.

An amusing aside that had me giggling - this top is shear perfection when paired with the 118 deciding their new moto is who cares!!😂

Right off to the firehouse to finish up! - I've mentioned before how uniform variation is used to separate out a character where needed (I wrote about it in my 6x09 meta) so here in the firehouse we have two separations going on - Buck and Eddie are the only ones in t-shirts - separating them from everyone else.

In connection to this separating them from the rest of the firehouse crew is that yellow rag Buck is waving around - it feels a little bit like that red one we saw him with several times in season 6 - the season of red flags.

In the same way t hat red cloth was like a red flag, this reads like a yellow flag - now yellow flags are interesting. In shipping terms they were historically a signal of quarantine (this isn' the case any more), and in sports generally they are used to denote hazardous conditions (motor racing and on beaches relating to surf and currents).

But the more interesting yellow flag concept is the yellow flag in a relationship - generally speaking they are indicators of things that could become problematic and turn into red flags if not dealt with or communicated about (yup communication again). Paired with the fact that Buck and Eddie have been 'singled' out through their uniform, its telling us issues ahead (even if we didn't know about them) and that its their dynamic that is going to be tested and that they are going to need to communicate.

Now all those yellow hoses hanging around in the back ground and then one hose physically connecting them - is certainly a choice (remember they could have used one of the non yellow hoses if it wasn't important) and a pretty loud one. I go on and on about yellow lines of communication, a lot, and I have in my metas for this season so far, but here we have another example of yellow ropes.. lines, cables etc.

The really really key thing here is that we haven't actually seen Buck and Eddie connected by a yellow anything since the end of season 3 and having not seen them connected with a yellow anything since season 3 - when their respective yellow lines got cut/burnt. This one here is about , a yellow line of communication being re-established. What adds to this is the directorial choices - the yellow flag is waves around before they connect themselves with a yellow line (hose) - as a piece of directorial foreshadowing I am in love - its telling us the Buck is the one who is the creator of the yellow flags (read his jealousy) and he is the one with the yellow rag (in the same way he was the one with the red rag previously), but that it will ultimately lead to Buck and Eddie reconnecting after those flags are raised and dealt with. I cannot stress enough the importance of that yellow line between them being reconnected - it really speaks of their communication improving and that we'll see them operating on a level we haven't seen before - they cut their yellow lines at the time when Eddie was changing his will, and whilst they have spoken on important topics etc since then, there has always been something in between them - they haven't had a proper full cards on the table conversation. My feeling is that we might be about to get that (especially combined with what we know from what Oliver and Ryan have teased!)

Then there is Chimney who is separated from everyone else by virtue of being the only one in a long sleeved shirt. If you watch the scene through, and pay attentiion to the background, you'll see all the firefighters in either short sleeve shirts or wearing bomber jackets. there is one exception - a guy carrying a medical bag who I'm pretty sure is meant to be a representaion of Hen's reinstatment to the 118 as he crosses Chim at the time Chim announces Hen has been reinstated!

Thats all from me this week - hope you enjoyed! I'm off to prepare myself for Thursday night!!!

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Fluffy Din Djarin blurb?

Maybe he's trying to convince her to let him go on a run into town to grab supplies but she's not having any of it, worrying about him and practically clinging to him?

uh DUH THIS IS SO CUTE.

"I'll only be gone for a little while. You and the kid can stay here and- oomph." My cheek hits Din's chest and he laughs, arms briefly out to the side as he looks down at me, head tilted inquisitively. "What's wrong?"

"I just got you back." I mutter against the beskar plates with a sigh, eyes shutting as tightly possible, trapping the tears behind them while his hand reaches up to cradle the back of my head.

"What do you mean?" He asks, gruff voice making my stomach flip and I smile a bittersweet grin, feeling like he's already so far away.

"You just got back from getting a bounty. You've barely been back for ten hours." I look up at him with a huff, chin resting on the chest plate of his armor and he sighs, modulated breath sounding through the machine but I can feel his breath from under his mask. How I so desperately wish I could lift it up and see his face.

"I like to be busy." He shrugs as if it's the simplest thing on earth but it just makes my brows furrow deeper as my arms trap him to me, hands tightly secured behind his back.

"Be busy with me." I plead, feeling a gloved hand on my cheek as I allow my eyes to flutter shut, a smile taking over the previous pout on my lips and he laughs heartily. "That's not what I mean." I mutter, sensing the fact that it sounded like an innuendo and, though unintended, it's still funny.

"Are you trying to tell me that you miss me?" He asks and I giggle, nodding my head as he traps my face in his hands, resting his forehead against mine.

"I miss you, Din." I coo, setting my hands on his chest so I can almost feel his heartbeat beneath my hands.

"Then I'll stay." He gives in, shoulders relaxing a bit as Grogu coos beside us, both of our heads tilting down to look at him with happy grins. I guess we're having a family day in.

[rinbowaman]

heyy girl by the drumsticks, i meant like actual actual drumsticks 😭😭

thank youuu

"A Tighter Grip."

Warnings: foreign object penetration (consensual), corruption kink, rough smut (consensual) hints of rough smut, reader gets a very pleasurable time with her man. some...corny jokes toward the end.

"We're here." he calmly states as he places the car in park. You unbuckle your seatbelt and wait for him to come over and open up your door for you, a rule that he had set and made clear for you not to break. Pulling you up from the seat, he wraps his arm around your waist as he walks you inside the empty sub building, which was used by the school's band.

"do you and jake come here often to jam out?" you asked.

"From time to time." he smirks out as he plants and rest his lips on top of your head while walking you in.

"Hey! you made it!" jake smiles as h/n sits atop his lap, both of them playing the piano.

"Hey man whats up? long time no see." Giving out bro hugs, Heeseung reunites with his old friends from high school, most of them spread out and attending different universities, yet one face was familiar since he shared the same class as you.

"Hi Jungwon. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing good, how you doing? How's your study group?"

"Fine. Our group leader is a bit frantic at times, but he's mostly good. How about you?"

"oh you're lucky. I got Wilson, and that guy is such a pain."

Laughing as you both exchanged jokes, you felt yourself being pulled back as Heeseung wraps his arms around our waist and plasters your back against his chest. Exchanging his own greeting and bro hug with Jungwon, Heeseung drags you away to introduce you to his other friends, one of which you had met before, Jay.

"Oh hi Jay, its so good to see you again."

"Y/N, how are you?"

Taking a quick moment to catch up as Heeseung spooned you from behind, yet conversed off to the side with Jungwon, you caught up with Jay from the last time you saw him...and well, met him, at a local frat party. As the entire group mingled, you noticed the usual trait of Heeseung's habit whenever you both were in an overcrowded area.....

He always became far more clingy, and never allowed you to break away from him, not even for an inch. Whenever you btoh attended a frat party, went to a large dinner event, or just anywhere where people were a plenty and you were attracting eyes like bees with honey, Heeseung grew far more protected, possessive, and practically manhandled you in keeping you close to him. Not that his usual possessiveness and protected vibes weren't enough. Yet, something about his rough and abusive attitude in keeping you trapped within his arms, not letting you go and even tugging you harshly whenever you caught yourself slipping away whenever someone called your name. He was brutal, forceful, demeaning, restricting, and tough, yet was it was all so very.......sexy.

The way he eyed everyone down with a deathly glare whenever he caught them staring, or when Jay, Jungwon, or Jake would point out and hint for him to keep a close eye on a random stranger or party goer, who took way too much time to admire your rear end or your breasts, Heeseung noted their warnings and issued out his own to said stranger. Ensuring that just by the look of his eye, that whoever was caught eye-humping you was to look. theother way...unless they wanted something bad to happen. Which unbeknownst to many, aside from jake and maybe a few others who were close and personal friends of Heeseung, the range of 'bad' things could be anywhere from a brutal beating to their bodies suddenly disappearing overnight. you've seen it happen both ways, yet tried your best to deter his attention and getting him from ever utilizing the latter option........you tried at least.

Yet still....despite his violent nature in keeping you all to himself, there was something so very breathtaking about the man as he would keep his hands on you, ravish you with kisses and look at you much more softly than he did with others. He loved you...he adored you.....he would do anything and everything for you.

Noting how much you were pressing up against him as you sat on his lap, while he dabbled in playing with the drum set, you leaned your face at a tilt and kissed his ear. Shifting his face to look at you, he smirks with a dashing smile and leans back into the seat as he pulls you into him.

"You want something pretty baby?" he teases as he nuzzles his nose against your neck.

"maybe." you softly chuckled as you felt yourself yearning for more of his clingy touch, he rough and possessive grip, and his soft kisses to cover your entire body. Times like these, you couldn't help it.....you wanted him badly....and unlike most times where you yearned for him, this time....it was so much stronger.

"Yeah? he straightens his smile and his eyes grow sadistically wide. "well lets go and give it to you then...." he deeply exhales with an eager gasp as he grabs onto your neck. Getting up, he walks you out, telling the boys that he'd be right back, that you both were running a quick errand. He pulls you swiftly as the door gently shuts, yet doesn't take you to his car as you had presumed, instead, he takes you right next door to an empty room. It was an old science classroom, yet hadn't been used for quite some time, yet the structure of the chalkboard, the experimental counter spaces, and the seat and desks remained. Swinging you over, he leans you over. the edge of one of the island's and props himself closely behind, pressing his groin against your derriere. Taking a big inhale of your hair, he groans at the scent of your hair as he trails his nose from your nape, to the top of your head.

Whimpering, your spine jolts as you felt the tingling sense of tickle and pleasure riddle inside you. You didn't notice it until now, as he was pulling them out form his back pocket, but he had brought along the drum sticks and from the looks of it, he intended on using them.

"Tell me what you want baby..." he deeply teases....his voice...it carried the same depth in tone, yet was far more seductive and malicious.....

"......Ethan...." you mentally thought.

"I.....I....want you."

"Oh yeah?"

Raising the hem of your skirt up high, revealing your round and plump rear to remain perked up as your breasts remained plastered over the counter space, he swings your panties over the side and uncovers the crown of glory.

With the base of both sticks, the thicker ends paired together, he presses them up against your slit, rubbing them up and down. The slick and smooth wood of the two bundled up, caused you to gasp as you felt him nearly breaching your entrance.

"Tell me what you want me to do......baby doll." he grins against your ear as he presses forward and slips the bundled pair into you. Gasping out a moan, you perk your hips up and motioned your body back and forth, begging for him to go harder...deeper....and to move vigorously.

"mmm......i.....i want.....oh God...." barely able to speak, as he continues to slide the sticks inward, deeper and deeper, your body vibrates as you feel yourself becoming hot and bothered. The sticks were triggering that tingling feeling within you, yet it was nowhere near the sensation of Heeseungs own fingers...or his member. Still....the momentum was similar, as you laid limp, hunched over, taking in the inches before he finally pauses and starts to slide them out, only to ram them back in until his palm met your base.

"Oh my! God! Heeseung!" you gasped out, more and more as he increases the thrust and finally, he was going at a relatively high speed.

"Oh....wrong fucking name baby."

Catching your mistake, you tried to apologize but it was no used, he went even faster and faster. Finally, he was riled up enough where he himself, couldn't take any more of it. Placing the drumsticks in front of your mouth, he tells you to "bite down." You did so, keeping both sticks in your toothy grip as you hear him unbuckling his belt, loosening his pants and fishing out his lengthy member.

Already moistened and lubed up from being fucked by the drum sticks, he slips in with such ease.

"Oh.....fuck...baby you're that wet already?" he taunts out as he begins to fuck you. ata fast pace, not even setting of at a slow momentum.....it didn't matter, the feeling was incredible and something you yearned for all day.

Your saliva slips out from the corners of your mouth as it drips and lathers the drum sticks, finally, the sensation was far too much and you had to moan....you had to scream. Opening your mouth wide and releasing your pleasured gasps, the drum sticks fall before you as your body shifts up and down from receiving his thrusts. Reaching over, his hand hovers over your mouth, where the horizontal length of his finger makes its way in between your lips, to replace the drumsticks. Biting down on his thick finger, you remained merciless as you continued to get fucked. His free hand gropes your rear end and lifts one of your cheeks and gently pulls it apart for him to get a better view under the glare lighting that peered through the window. Watching as the skin around your opening, tightly wrapped around his shaft, becomes pulled as he thrusts out, only to swallow him back in as he shoves inward, he nearly drools at the sight of how you look in this angle, while he fucked you relentlessly. What made it even better, was the sounds of your pleasured gasps as you screamed out his name, begging him for more.

"E-Ethan...please...please!"

"Please what?"

"Please...please....ugh! fuck me! fuck me! more..more......i want more...." you gasped out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you pant out your high pitched cries.

"Yeah? baby wants more? come here...." he kisses the back of your head, releasing his finger from your toothy grip, he places both hands on your waist and pushes you downward, while causing your back to arch and your rear end to perk up. "Ill give you more."

Going at high speed, his groin smacking into your rear cheeks as they bounce and jiggle from the impact, he watches as the dip in your arch smooths out perfectly, and forms the most beautiful curve he's ever seen. Leaning his weight down, you feel his hands around your waist tighten, and squeeze hard as you felt all the pressure radiate in your lower pack as he leans forward and continues to thrust epically into you. He leaned so far in, his feet shifted onto his tip toes as he stabilized himself with his grip around your sides, thrusting...over...and over....and over again.

Who knows how long you were being fucked for now, all you knew was that your drool was foaming up, your hair was a sweaty mess, and you were already dripping with a creamy substance yet he remained thrusting into you, not once letting up or stopping. Your body was entirely limp, and would have failed to remain up had it not been the counter space, or Ethan propping you from sliding with his grasp. Finally, he growls out and there at that moment, you felt that familiar sensation, that warmth, that oozing bit that filled you.....

"Oh fuck i'm cumming....." he breathes out, his fingers digging into your skin as he remained grasping onto your waist. His cock twitches and taps your inner walls as he pumps a few more thrusts inside, releasing every single last drop.

Pulling out, noting the slimy and creamy substance that connected the tip of his shaft to your entry, he smirks as he notes his fine work, after viewing how the base of your entry was completley covered and filled with the thick white substance all over.

"what a mess...." he teases. His voice becomes less roaring, indicating he was going back to his Heeseung side.

Gently sliding your panties back over your entry, he gently pats it sealed as he lowers your dress and helps you to stand upright, carrying most of your weight as you were far too weak to stand on your own from being pelted for so long. Kissing your cheek, he whispers to you.

"keep it all in...let it do its magic..."

with that, he helps you walk out and back into the room next door. You did your best to smooth out your hair and look less of a wreck, yet the moment you walked in and saw the look h/n gave to you, you already knew that you failed to cover up the image of what had transpired.

Taking you over and sitting you down in one of the chairs, he kisses your forehead and tells you to stay put as he goes to get you a drink. Nodding, you placed both hands on your lap as he whispers "good girl." and walks away.

"Hey Ethan, can i get those drum sticks?" one man calls out as he sits at the drum set.

Without saying anything, Heeseung displayed his side profile as he reaches to his back pocket and takes out both sticks, and tosses them towards the man who catches them effortlessley. "thanks man."

"no problem. enjoy." heeseung smirks out as he continues to make his way over to the cooler and takes out two bottles of water.

H/n comes over to sit next to you. "so......what exactly uh....did you guys do for the last two hours?" she smiles teasingly. You looked at her somewhat wide eyed, knowing it was futile to even try and cover anything up.

"..........its...its just been a long day......you know?" you respond back.

"Oh i know." she teases as you both chuckle. The background of silence was suddenly filled with the delightful and skilled sound of the man playing the drums.

"Whoa.....Ethan, what did you put on these drum sticks man? they're so much better and smooth, and i can play so much better with them like this.....they also smell so ......sweet."

"Oh that?" Heeseung takes a swig of his water to replenish his energy as he still was catching his breath, wiping the sweat off his chin. "It's a special type of squalene that is used to preserve wood."

"man you gotta give me the name of it because these feel so much better in my grip. Its like i can hold onto them better and tighter now."

"yeah.....wood is always better when its gripped tighter."

Glancing back over his shoulder at you, he winks as you sat wide eyed blushing, with H/n laughing into your shoulder.

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Til Death Do Us Part ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: "Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."

or

Thinking it be a romantic gesture, Taehyung tosses your GPS out the car window while honeymooning in Italy. Too bad it gets you both stranded in the middle of nowhere though. What the hell are you gonna do now?

Pairing: husband!taehyung x wife!reader

AU/genre: smut, fluff, angst, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: explicit sex, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, car sex, make-up sex, foreplay, vaginal fingering, impreg kink, breastplay, daddy kink, tiny bit of edging, biting, big dick!taehyung, arguing at first bc reader is pissed at Taehyung

Now Playing: Va VA Voom - Nicki Minaj

A/N: I don't know what to say expect don't throw your only means of directions out the window! But I guess it's not so bad with Tae ;) thank you so much to @cherrysoulth for being my beta 💜💜

"I cannot believe you!" Arms crossed, you glare at your newlywed husband from the drivers seat.

"Baby," Taehyung voice struggles to be soothing. "We're gonna be fine. Calm down."

"Will you stop saying that? It's not fine!" You grit your teeth before continuing, "We are trapped in god knows where with no cell service and look, the gas tank is on E. What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I-I was trying to do something romantic okay?! I just thought it would be a nice idea to go off beat a little."

"And that meant throwing the only directions we have out the window? That genius idea really got my heart pounding Tae. Oh, how much I love thee."

"Y/n, you're overreacting. Like I said, we're gonna be-"

"Shut. Up!" Unbuckling your seat belt you open the passenger door of the car and jump out.

"Where are you going? Get back in here."

"We can't stay here Tae. We need to find help." You adjust the bottom of your dress.

Sighing, your husband looks out the windshield before glancing back at you. "Sweetheart, look around. It's almost dark . Where are we going to go?"

"I don't know but I'm not sitting here and arguing with you." You grab your bag from the armrest and slam the door.

Taehyung lands a harsh hit to the steering wheel with his palm before unbuckling himself to follow after you.

After ten steps, heavy droplets of rain begin pouring down on both of your heads. Wonderful, you think with clenched fists, Three cheers for the happy couple.

Eyes burning with frustration, you turn around and tread back to your rental car. Taehyung unlocks the doors and you both jump in. A solid 7 minutes pass with neither of you saying anything. You stare out the passenger window, observing the current gloominess of mother nature. Hmm, maybe she's pissed at your husband too.

"I'm sorry," your husband suddenly murmurs.

"As you should be. I told you not to do it. Look at the situation we're in now."

"Baby, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I figured after following the GPS everywhere it might be relieving to do our own thing for a while. Yes, we got ourselves in some trouble but I say we think of this as something we'll laugh about years down the road. This type of stuff happens to people all the time, so let's not worry too much."

Turning your face away from the glass, you throw a slight scowl his way.

How can he be so nonchalant about this?

Ignorant to your facial expression, he continues. "I'll tell you a story of when Seokjin and I got lost in the woods. We were on our way back from an 8 mile hike but we ended up following the wrong trail markers. We tried finding a sign with a map on it but we were so far off the path that there weren't any around. So what did we do? We-"

"Tae."

Sensing a hint of threat in your tone, he side eyes you and abruptly closes his mouth. You lean your head back to rest it against the window and exhale.

"So what's the plan?"

"We wait until dawn when it's light out and the skies are hopefully clear. Should be able to able to get out of this mess then."

Having no other alternative, you nod and rest your eyes. One of Taehyung's hands hesitantly moves towards your own. It faintly brushes against your wrist before gently resting over your knuckles.

"Sorry again," he breathes.

Thirty minutes pass and you'd hope to have drifted into a slumber by now, but no. You're mind was still very much awake and running. Irritated, you roll on your side. Taehyung notices your shift and angles his face towards yours. His breath tickles your skin.

"I can feel your stare Tae. Ease up."

"Never. You look like an angel like this."

"Mm, I'm a sleepless angel then." You lift your lids. A small shiver traces up your body upon viewing your husband's handsome face near your own.

"Are you still mad at me?" He swallows softly.

Eyes lingering on him, you notice he looks like a wounded puppy. Maybe you should ease up too. You sigh and raise the corners of your mouth into a half smile. "I guess not as much as before. But no more throwing directions out of the window."

"I won't—I love you."

"I love you too. Did you sleep?"

He shakes his head in denial. "I couldn't."

"Too bad…I think we're going to be bored for a while then."

"Not necessarily, we just need to think of a way to distract ourselves."

Curious you raise an eyebrow. "Like?"

"Game."

"Eh, I'm not really in the mood for that."

"Jokes."

"Do you have one?"

He thinks for a moment before smiling sheepishly. "Not really."

"Any other ideas, husband?"

He wets his lip and give you the look. You squint at the expression. He wasn't wanting to—shit he was.

Lips parting, you smile in disbelief. "We're not having sex. Not happening."

"And why shouldn't it?"

"Because this is a rental car Tae."

"So, we'll have to be careful." Leaning closer, he sneaks a hand up your thigh. It glides underneath the skirt of your dress and rests firmly on your lower hip. "I know it's relatively tight in here, but we'll make it work. Just like our first time, huh?"

"I-I said no. Besides, didn't we just have sex this morning?"

"Yeah but it's our honeymoon. We can have sex ten times a day if we want."

"Huh, you wish! I think you'd get me pregnant by then."

A grin spreads like oil on his face. Dammit, you just teased it, didn't you? If there's one thing you knew about your husband it's that he wanted a baby real quick. Two babies. Maybe more if he was lucky.

"You know sweetheart, now that we're married," he starts. "Totally devoted to each other. We should think about having a—"

"Stop!" You cut in anxiously.

Taehyung chuckles, "Fine, but eventually we should talk about it. I guess for now we can keep exploring our interests, starting with us hopping in the back seat."

"I think I already gave you an answer, didn't I?"

"Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."

"No means no. Haven't you learned your lesson already regarding your little GPS incident?"

"Of course I have and I feel terrible about it, along with my dick. All we both want to do now is make it up to you. We're very kind you know. Extremely selfless."

"Oh god stop talking like that. And excuse me Mr. Kim but your dick is the furthest from kind. I can't count how many times it's-mrph!"

Unable to restrain himself further, he seals his lips against your own. It's demanding but warm. Shocks of electricity sweep through your body with every move. It starts at the top of your head and reaches down to the tips of your toes. His tongue breaks through the seam of your lips a few heartbeats later, causing a moan to escape.

"Let's get in the back Mrs. Kim," he mumbles between kisses. You feel him tug the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. A delicious sensation awakens within your core when his slender fingers brush against your clit.

"You're playing dirty."

"Yeah, and it's making you wet isn't it?"

Adding pressure, he traces small circles around the sensitive area before pushing the tips of his fingers into your folds. You mewl at the intrusion. You think he'll sink them all the way in but he doesn't, stopping half-way.

You fight the urge to give in but your lower region was screaming for relief. "More, Taehyung, please."

He smiles against your lips. "Get in the back and I will."

Fisting his shirt, you force him off your lips. "Alright," you agree. "But we're only doing this once."

"You mean so much to me baby. I'd marry you over and over again," he breathes, running his hands along your bare skin. He trails from your shoulder and down to your breasts. They're cool at first but a fire sets in when he presses into your breasts with his palms. Your buds peak in arousal at the contact. He rolls them between his fingers a few times before gently grazing down your sides. You close your eyes and sink into the euphoric pleasure, knowing you belonged to him.

Eventually a hand slips down to your throbbing heat. As his fingers push into you, a ripple of satisfaction rushes through your veins. "Daddy," you gasp softly.

"Mm already?" His fingers pump into you allowing the pressure in your core to build. "I remember the first time you called me that."

You smile, recalling the event. "That's a day your dick wasn't kind at all. I think you took me about three times that night."

"Oh no you don't. I recall asking you if you wanted to stop after the first round but you refused. You were the one that wanted to go again and again."

Unable to deny it, you bite down on your lip.

"None of that," he scolds. Your eyes flutter open at the slight change in tone. You feel your pulse pick up as he begins moving faster in you, curling his fingers in the process.

"Ahh, Taehyung. Fuck." You tilt your head back, bathing in the feeling of being torn apart.

"I love seeing you like this you know. So pretty, just for me. Do you have any idea how wet you are right now?"

"I-I have an idea," you barely mutter.

In a matter of moments you feel the knot within your core burst free. Taehyung's fingers extract from within you, making you tilt your head up. Upon viewing your husband again, you watch as he raises his fingers to his lips. They were dripping with your cum but not for long.

"I told you it'd be fine if we were careful, huh?" Taehyung sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking them off completely. "Open your legs a bit more for me," he urges. When you do he crawls closer to you and presses the tip of his length to your sex. Upon easing it in, you both moan. Finally.

"Fuck. You're so perfect baby. So fucking perfect and you're all mine."

He starts at a slow pace but they quicken with every thrust. Your body jolt against his as the friction increases.

"This feeling good?"

"Urghh, it does da-daddy. Oh god, maybe this was a pretty good idea. Us doing this."

"Must be kissing your cervix pretty damn right then hm? Who knows maybe we'll do this ten times a day after all." He pushes deeper in you, causing you to grip tightly on his shoulders.

"Taehyung," you gasp. "Do you realize—how big your dick actually is? I can barely last as long as I do now, let alone ten times a day."

Smirking, he bends down and presses his lips against the curve of your neck. He nips at it gently before licking a steady stipe up to your jaw. You let out a sharp whine. After a couple of more rough thrusts, you start clenching.

"I'm almost there, Tae. I'm gonna come soon. Just another minute maybe."

"Me too. Can you wait a bit more though? I'll meet you." He grunts and draws his length out from you before slamming it back in. You scream at the motion.

"Arghhh Taehyung, I don't think I can hold it now!"

"Alright I got you baby." Desperately trying to unbind the cord in both your bodies, your husband continues to work in you. The bundle of nerves in you threatens to snap with every push. When his dick begins to twitch, his thrusts get sloppy.

"Argh fucking hell!" He groans hotly. " I'm just about there, fuck!"

"Come in me daddy, come on," you egg. "Wanna feel you cover me inside. Maybe give me a baby too. Don't you want that? Huh?"

"Fuck yeah I want that. You know I wanna put a baby in you so bad. Knowing you're the one carrying my child, shit, makes me feel so satisfied. I love you so much, oh god."

"Do it, do it Taehyung. Fill me up and make me round just like you've always wanted. I know you have it in you. Fucking give it to me Taehyung. Just d—argh Taehyung!!"

"Fuck baby!"

Finally coming together, you both pant with relief. A couple of minutes pass before you feel him pull out of you. His length shines with your arousal. You feel yourself heat up again.

"Well that was pretty hot." You hear your husband say.

"Definitely."

"About that baby though-"

"I'm on the pill Tae."

"Ah, okay—my impreg kink slipped out again."

"Oh it always does, Mr. Kim." Your eyes twinkle with amusement. "But its sexy."

"Shit, I wanna go again."

"Already?"

He nods. "Want you to get on my dick and ride me this time."

You contemplate for a second. Springing up from your lounged position you eagerly crawl up on his lap. A smirk on both your faces.

Yeah, the car rental people probably won't like you both after this. It got pretty messy by the time everything was said and done…four rounds later. But you we're trapped in love and it felt like robbery to cut yourself short.

When the morning comes, it'll all fall into place—or you'll never let Taehyung drive again—or touch the GPS. Ever.

A/N: I'm so pleased that you'd come read my fics and do hope that you will find some joy in them. That said I'd really love to hear your feedback more than anything. It helps me grow as a writer and put out more fics for you all to enjoy 💕 thank you

Masterlist

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE PARENT TRAP *  assorted dialogue taken from the script, adjust as necessary

we've got a big, big day ahead of us.

now the question is, how do i get it out?

you must be new.

i would say you need some serious help.

now that's my kind of woman.

we traveled six thousand miles for... this?

it's rather picturesque, wouldn't you say?

i'll be fine. see you in eight weeks.

i'm positive i'd remember you.

sorry, wish i could, but i'm allergic.

sure. i'll take a whack at it.

why's everyone staring?

want me to deck her for you?

i'm so tired. i'm crawling back into bed and sleeping until lunch.

save yourself the aggravation. it's really disgusting.

you'll thank us for this. you'll see.

i feel so bad for you.

any of your pictures ruined?

i love oreos. at home, i eat them with peanut butter.

most people find that totally disgusting.

it's scary the way nobody stays together anymore.

will you stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this?

oh man, this is beyond coincidence. this is beyond imagination.

this is so freaky.

if you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

that's the way true love works. history's filled with stories of lovers parted by some silly misunderstanding.

i have a brilliant, beyond brilliant idea.

oh, right. sorry, i'm just a little nervous.

you sure you know what you're doing?

oh god, i hope she likes me. please like me.

you look fantastic. what did you do to your hair?

i just love how everyone drives on the wrong side here.

now you're even talking like an american.

i'm making a memory.

i can't believe it's you.

i'm sorry, it's just... i've missed you so much.

can you believe it? it seems like it's been forever.

i didn't realize you were so beautiful.

i found a stowaway in your suitcase.

can't you manage without me?

you don't think it's too over-the-top?

come on, let's see what all the fuss is about...

i like things exactly the way they are, thank you.

now let's see what disaster awaits us.

you can't avoid the subject forever.

we kind of hit it off immediately.

i knew you were going to ask me all these questions one day.

it just didn't work out.

get into these arms, you little punk.

what happened to you? something's changed. did you get taller?

now you sound like your old self.

i made cornbread and chili.

i'm just so happy to be home.

i can't put my finger on it, but something about you has definitely changed.

when you're done, come on down. there's someone i want you to meet.

sorry, did i get you wet?

somebody grab that, please.

we've got a major problem.

are you nuts?

this is an emergency.

you've got to get back here to help me.

there's something really important i want to talk to you about.

you do an absolutely marvelous british accent.

i'm trying to tell you something!

why's everybody acting so nutty around here?

i'm afraid you're kind of missing the point.

let's discuss this calmly and rationally...

you are unbelievably out of line.

this is fantastic wine, by the way.

are you okay? would you like me to come with you?

why didn't you tell me it was you all along?

i've never been so happy in my entire life.

i'm in such major trouble here.

you're perfect for each other.

may your life be far less complicated than mine.

i can't believe it. you haven't changed at all.

i think i have to get dressed for dinner.

sometime, if we're ever really alone, maybe we could talk about... what happened between us.

you didn't come after me.

it's the wine we drank at our wedding. i now have every bottle ever made.

can we open one?

you're the only one i'd drink it with.

you don't always have to be so brave, you know.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 6 Christmas Lights (Mark Hoffman)

Day 6 is here and we're already half way through 12 days of ficmas. I only decided to do this the day prior but it's going so fast.

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, fluff, No specific descriptions or pronouns for reader used. This one is really short but I like how it turned out never the less.

"Oh come on Mark, don't be such a scrooge"

You said as you proceeded to hang the small strand of Christmas lights up in his office at the precinct.

"I'm not being a scrooge, I just don't want all this Christmas shit in my office"

He replied from his spot sitting as desk with a stack of paperwork in front of him.

"Hey maybe all this "Christmas shit" will help you get closer to finding the jigsaw killer"

I grinned at him, knowing exactly what I was doing. He gave me an unimpressed look and rolled his eyes.

"Ha Ha, very funny. Like you haven't made that joke ten times before"

He deadpanned, as his eyes continued to scan over the paperwork in front of him.

"I mean hey if you need help to get rid of the paper trail, I have a great shredder in my office"

I said, working my way steadily through the strand of lights while pinning them with thumbtacks to the wall.

"Yes I know about your shredder but I have my own thanks, your not even supposed to be involved like this. I thought I told you to stay out of it?"

He questioned, setting down the file he was looking at and opening up another one.

"Mark there was a jigsaw trap on our dining room table the other night, I think we're past the point of me not being involved, there!"

I said as I finished hanging the end of the strand then flipping the switch to cut them on. The soft white and red glow of the lights added such a cozy feel to Mark's dungeon of an office.

"That's why I told you to stay at work an extra hour, I didn't mean for you to come home to a trap on the goddamn table"

"Mark do I ever listen to what you tell me to do when it comes to work?"

"No but one of us still has to hold out hope don't we?"

He deadpanned again, before sighing and throwing down another file. I picked it up to see what it was about.

"Didn't Strahm already make you look over this file?"

"Yeah, but you know how Strahm is. Especially now that he's getting suspicious of everything. He's driving us all fuckin' nuts"

"Too bad he's too caught up in everything else to see what's right under his nose huh?"

"Too bad? So you want me to get caught?"

"Well I could use the house to myself for a few nights. Let me have some me time ya know?"

Mark snorted at that, standing up and rounding the desk to meet me where I was standing in front of it. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we both gazed at the Christmas lights.

"Yeah sure "Alone time", by the time I would come back the whole house would be covered in this bullshit"

I rolled my eyes and playfully elbowed him in the side at his comment.

"You have to admit Mark, the Christmas lights aren't THAT bad"

He snorted again, bringing me in closer to him with his arm still wrapped around my shoulders and brining his other hand up to rest on my hip and move me in front of him so my back was to his chest.

"Ya know maybe you have a point, They aren't the worst thing in the world huh?"

It was my turn to snort.

"No Mark, Not the worst thing in the world at all"

[lucabyte]

i am looking at nohats au 👀 please share more

So! NoHats! I'm going to grab you and use this to ramble. A Lot.

The NoHats AU is @samhainian's it's just that I'm the strange little freak who takes the words said unto me and executes on them. But I can still do a little explainer on what our overall thoughts and vibes are. (And, that we are in fact propping up a little box with some cheese under it here. 🪤 Please (PLEASE) feel free to pick up what we're putting down.)

We're far from the only ones exploring a "what if siffrin fucking died" AU, though the main difference with NoHats is the placement of the death in the timeline. Instead of being 'Mal Du Pays Wins' or 'Act 6 encounter goes horribly wrong', the death is… Just after the (literal) falling action.

(This placement is because Sam is a comic book fan who thus has become used to characters being ripped away at the cruelest times by shitty writers. THANK FUCKING GOD adrienne is not that and isat is delightful yippieee, but, back on topic.)

Giving the party the full understanding of What Happened that you get by putting the death after black hole siffrin, but before the A6 encounter leaves an interesting gap to be filled. See, making Siffrin's death very much not Loop's fault means that… this once again reads (when not read as simply a tragedy...) as the universe doing what it sees fit to fulfull Loop's wish… Thus making Siffrin's death Loop's fault again, but only in their eyes. And only in a way they could express if they were honest about who they were…

And this is where having had excuse to waffle about my general Postcanon Loop thoughts the other day comes in handy, because Sam and I have that as our canon-compliant reading to begin with, NoHats plays off of a lot of the same readings of Loop's character. Namely: Uh Oh Somebody's Lying By Fucking Omission Again. (BECAUSE TO BE FAIR THIS TIME… HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU HANDLE THAT?)

Now, neither Sam nor I are fanfic writers, so this has been a little bit trapped in our heads and DMs (and my unfinished art but,)

But our thoughts on how NoHats like… Goes.

Siffrin's death is peaceful, but that does not mean the aftermath of it is. I can't imagine the party takes it well, especially after understanding the circumstances of the Loops. (And, of note, in A5 where nobody had the discussion on what to do with each other's bodies should something happen…) But I'd imagine it traumabonds them somewhat (understatement of the century) and now knowing how the rest of the party feels, they resolve to travel together for the forseeable future.

The party track down Loop to deliver the terrible news, since they were clearly Siffrin's friend too, and invite Loop along to travel at least long enough to (let them grieve) get the burial over with. Loop, here, can be helpful in knowing what Siffrin would've wanted where the party would be at a loss. Loop, I think, takes a bit of a lead on the funerary aspects of it all, because, um. (Performing rites on your own body, huh?)

Then, as things are after a death, life just… Kind of has to continue on as normal. The party travel, pick up Nille, and get to know Loop as this mysterious new person. Maybe in this situation they might stay in Bambouche for a while to give Bonnie more stability since. They are probably taking it the worst. It would've come out of absolutely nowhere for everyone in the party obviously but god, for a kid? For A Kid?

It should be stated NoHats is not intended to be grimdark, just y'know. An exploration of grief. This is also why it's got a bit of a lopsided focus on Bonnie vs the rest of the party because hhrrhghghhghghhhghhghhh <- incoherent

Now, a crossroads.

How does the party discover Loop to be Siffrin? How long does it take. How much have the party embraced them as part of the family (especially with something as intense to bond over as this)?

There's the Odile option. Have her put it together and have to bring it up somehow. This could also be done by Isabeau, perhaps. He's smart. (which. God. If anything's the real Isabeau Torment Nexus it's this)

Then there's the other option batted around by Sam and I. The: The Universe Dislikes Duplicates option.

The items in the house that fzzt away when inspected. The Universe doesn't like there to be two of something, at least not when they're acknowledged. But one of something is just fine…?

Which is to say. I'm not a personal proponent of 'Loop getting their body back'. EXCEPT …… except this one time.

There's only one Siffrin now, so they don't need to be obfuscated to exist.

Consider, if you will. Loop swallowing their guilt for long enough to be comfortable. Falling back into old habits. Without another Siffrin around to compete for the niche of, they actually begin to act like Siffrin again. Not intentionally, it's just… The party is as welcoming as they've always been. And the party swears they keep catching glimpses of a face under all the light.

Then, one day, while still not fully human again, the resemblence becomes undeniable. Loop having not even noticed until everyone looks at them like they've seen a ghost.

Has it been months? How long have they kept up this lie? Is it even a lie, to them? They're Loop. But they were, once, Siffrin.

Even after explaining it, does that make it better or worse?

Bonnie cuts through the betrayed, struck-nerve reactions with a sobering "I missed you."

… Anyway !

Yeah so that's the vibe for NoHats. As for LoopLoops? That's more nebulous. I think it can go anywhere really in the NoHats timeline. I err personally toward the "Loop continuously replays the last 10 minutes before Siffrin's death almost immediately after they find out and have to parkour their ass up the House in the most distressing situation possible to try and get them to hold on, just please hold on." (Remember! Siffrin can remember the contents of Loop's loop backs in the A6 fight!)

But there is the possibility that this happens months, or worse years down the road. One last Loop back. Throw it all away for the chance to just get that one thing you didn't know you even wanted but now know you NEED.

Misc:

Okay miscellaneous time.

This is where I admit that I have a bunch of unfinished NoHats art that I haven't gotten around to yet because I feel like a right tool being so obviously Loop-Centric with my fancontent (I AM . . I REALISE I AM NOT DOING MUCH TO BEAT THE ALLEGATIONS.) So like if people want to see that please say because euaghghghhfh <- the nervous.

this is like the most fucked up place to do isaloop fr. anyway.

one of Sam's mid-game observations that I'm just going to share for no particular reason is that Bonnie's hair shares a bunch of shapes with Siffrin's. The flick up at the top, the 3 pronged shape of the fringe… just something to think about.

Without 2 Siffrins around to compare each other to it'd likely be a lot harder to notice Loop's similarities. Doesn't mean that those similarities don't sting more in this context though.

If you do NoHats without LoopLoops. The concept of this all fading into memory years down the line while they just have slightly-glowy but otherwise regular Siffrin hanging out is fucked up to think about. Just like real grief. Augh

6. a peek into the original dms as a treat from us

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

If the M6 had any mental disabilities (OCD, Autism, ADHD...) What do you think they would have?

Brainrot's Arcana Essays: M6's mental health conditions

@hewwo-its-floof .... this probably isn't where your ask was heading, but here's an essay! XD I've actually been turning this concept over in my head for several months now, so you'll see what I could see each of them having but you'll also see why I haven't unpacked it much ^.^

(cropped because this is long and addresses each character)

I'm going to be totally honest and say that I'm extremely hesitant to focus on diagnosing fictional characters beyond lighthearted headcanons. From my own experience of having multiple diagnoses at different times, people and characters tend to be fairly complex in the way their nature, nurture, and mental health interact with each other. So while it's really fun and in many ways healing and validating to see our experiences and habits reflected in a loveable character, it's easy to fall into a trap of confining ourselves or a character to the diagnoses we're focusing on.

Asra, Julian, Muriel, and Lucio, for example, all have the kind of lived experiences that you could fully expect would result in CPTSD. Asra's parents disappeared while they were a young child and they experienced the extended trauma of growing up homeless on the streets. Muriel experienced that same abandonment and homelessness, and then that gets layered with his experience in the Coliseum. Julian has clear memories of the trauma of being shipwrecked, losing his parents, and trying to care for his sister as a young boy, plus the apprenticing he did as a teen treating soldiers on active battlefields. Lucio has a similar traumatic background with the amount of time he's spent in combat and the kill-or-be-killed world he grew up in. Portia doesn't have any memories before the grandmothers at Nevivon, but that doesn't erase her body's memory or the chances of second hand trauma from her closeness to her brother. Nadia didn't exactly have an easy childhood, but we aren't aware of any traumatic incidents before adulthood.

All that to say, there's multiple ways to interpret behavior that reflects a mental condition that doesn't match what's considered "normal." Asra can seem ADHD coded - we've seen them fixate on curious puzzles, completely zone out and forget what they're doing, and turn their living space into a cozy state of chaos. That looks a lot like ADHD! But, that could also be the trauma coping mechanisms of someone who likes to live with the luxury of having a space covered in their things without fear of them being removed, or focusing solely on things that make their brain happy in an unpredictable world. Or maybe Asra's just a naturally curious person who finds chaos comforting and spends a lot of time in their own head. Maybe it's a combination of all of the above feeding into each other in different ways!

The same goes for the other three - does Muriel like a more isolated lifestyle because of the trauma from crowds in the Coliseum? Does he like to keep his own heavily guarded space and set routines from living on the streets? Or are those autistic traits, seeking out a space that isn't overstimulating and doesn't require masking? How much of that is natural introversion and a general preference for calm, ordered spaces? He could be a combination of some or all of those things, but he's still himself regardless. If we were to focus on just one, we'd risk leaving the rest to fade into the background.

Julian has one of the stories in which MC plays a very direct role in addressing his mental health. He depends on them heavily to help him find new purpose and a new way to live. You could almost say that MC helps "fix" him, but this doesn't involve losing a lot of the things that make him so messy - it mostly involves helping him dial it back enough so that it's no longer unhealthy. (for example - he drinks as a coping mechanism, but the solution isn't for him to never touch alcohol again. he still drinks and has a fun time, it's his need to self-isolate and self-destruct that really needed to be addressed) He can still be loud and flamboyant and entertaining without having to pin his worth on how much validation he gets from it. Could those super high highs and low lows be signs of bipolar disorder? Maybe, but whether it is or not, Julian's wide range of emotional expression is core to who he is.

Lucio is his own special case (I mean, the story starts out with him as the villain). The plot of his route is his transformation. It could be easy to read narcissism into a lot of his behavior, and if that's a diagnosis his character was built around, it would make sense! It could also be easy to argue that his tendency to idolize himself is a response to growing up in a world where he had no control and felt constantly unsupported and ignored. But the focus isn't on bashing how he sees himself as much as it is on teaching him accountability around what he does with that. Lucio at the end of his story still has a sizeable ego, still sees himself as a protagonist, and has no qualms about being good enough for MC. However, he's gained experience acknowledging his own flaws and mistakes and it's enabled him to seek out a fresh start.

We could unpack Portia and Nadia too - is Portia's super competence and hard working nature born out of the pressure to be strong and steady for her traumatized older brother? Did that cause the hyper responsibility that kept her adventurous spirit in Nevivon way past her childhood? Does her annoyance with her older brother's struggles come out of frustration at never being able to process her own difficulties in favor of playing therapist for everyone else? Are her loudly cheerful attitude, tendency to fill her day with work, and love of escaping into books all masking techniques for chronic depression? Maybe all of that is true, but it's accompanied by a conscious decision to be optimistic and a genuine love of caring for other people.

We could speculate about the source of Nadia's insecurities for hours - what did her old dynamic with Lucio look like? Where did her hesitance to get involved and try to fix a broken system come from? What caused someone with such a focused personality to make firm decisions and express deep doubts at the same time? Does her quest for influence come from a desire to implement improvements or a need for control? Maybe her love of precision, good omens, and controlled environments are a result of OCD, or maybe she's just discovered what it's like to have her confidence shaken and this is what it looks like to move forward.

I've processed my own share of eating and mental disorders, dysphoria, neurodivergence, disability, and trauma. Some of my diagnoses only lasted several months, others took decades to work past, and a few of them I know will be with me for the rest of my life. They help explain a lot of how I function, experience the world, and interact with others as a person. But those conditions and experiences are only part of the amalgamation that makes me who I am, who I've been, and who I'm becoming. I don't care to completely define myself by certain parts when the sum of who I am is what's going to decide my story, and I like extending that mindset to the stories, people, and characters I interact with as well.

I hope that makes sense, and sorry for the unexpected essay!!

Cheers, friend -

brainrot

[brujaluas]

LETTER FROM YOUR SOULMATE - TAROT READING

Disclaimer: Don't blame me for maybe not listening to something you'd like to hear, I just say what the cards show me, english is not my first language so there may be spelling mistakes, I'm sorry

CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE MONET

Pile 1

"I come from far, far away, maybe you think I'll never get come at you, but I will. I'll rush things to get to you, I'm very suspicious so please don't take it personal. I'm going to give you some important news, I dream so much about our meeting, I feel deluded, some people are watching our relationship, I don't like it. You are walking your path alone, but soon, we will be making this path together. don´t think i"m fool, please, i can be shy with my personality."

Pile 2

"I feel tied down, trapped, I want to go to a faraway place as soon as possible. I dream of what we're going to be, together we're going to make decisions, that can better for our relationship, but I hope it's something that needs to be told, I've got a lot to tell you, I wanted get rid through these ruins soon, I wanted to get through through these ruins with you, you supporting me. My path will light up when I find you."

Pile 3

"The sun will witness our love, I will give you the key to my heart, I will be your anchor, you can go everywhere but I will be here waiting for you, I don't know when we will meet, we have a world of options , I'm in a big coming and going in my life, an instability, but I promise that when we meet I'll be like a tree and a root for you, I'm not going anywhere but we will be free, I'll be resilient for your love, I've lived a lot , I want to rest, I want stability in our relationship, we will be free but at the same time trapped in one another"

Love, I love you

Everything is gonna be okay

Let's navigate until we reach each other. I love you.

i had finished the pile 1 and 2 but everything disappeared and i have to do everything again. so your feedback is important, if you want to send a question or something, feel free for doing that, sweet. aMO-TE.

[tobiasdrake]

Well, as long as we're rafting the temporal streams, might as well head back to Dormont. Got some errands to run in the past.

I'm like 98% sure you're trying to flirt with me but you're too nervous to actually go through with it. Would you please just finally ask me out so I can rock your evening?

Look, be glad I was tasteful enough not to go for the other pun.

My guy, what could possibly compel you to think I'm not comfortable with basic human conta--

...you know what, that's fair. I guess I do go out of my way to minimize any and all possible exposure of physical features, don't I?

Anyways, go on and get out of here while I chat with my Lemonfriend.

Oh, I've always liked you. I'm just also creeped out by you. Two things can be true.

...huh. If I can die here in Dormont, then... that does make things easier. I was planning on throwing myself on a Tear once we got into the House since you said I can loop forward as well as back, but dying here in town would save me some time.

Oh shit yes. I'd love the ability to call you and chat about what I'm seeing while the rest of the crew looks at me like I've lost my goddamn mind.

Especially since the ultra-secret fourth sign is making a phone shape out of your fingers and then talking on it. That's hilarious.

This.

This is it.

This is the key to killing myself in Dormont.

...

I should probably wait until I've finished up here.

OH

ISA

I didn't realize you come up here after we're done. I don't have anything else to talk about but it's great seeing you up here.

Didn't accomplish as much here as I expected to. But at least we can take another crack at that desk drawer.

Okay between this and the rock switch, I no longer have any confidence in my own ability to do my job. It's distressing that each setback thus far has been the fault of a bad d20 roll on the primary reason that I'm with this party.

Ha! Rock trap for the Rock key. I get it.

Really? They're frozen in time right now but I am looking for a book. You think they might have set it out for me in advance? That would be awfully nice of them.

Oh shit. There was a person in town who sometimes thinks they have a sister but can't recall where they moved to. That shit got super weird. This has to be related.

No idea how it's related to our current mission. But. It's gotta be related.

Always trust in the puns. The puns are life. The puns are the secret of the universe. Those who do not heed their wisdom face the ultimate punishment.

So the Rock Key was in a room guarded by a huge rock and the Paper Key is in the library. I am. Kind of. Terrified. Of where the inevitable Scissors Key will be found.

And one Star Crest. Well. *heavy sigh* Shit.

Gonna have to temporally save-scum this one.

Can't argue with that. Isa's my brofriend-maybe-more so his vote automatically weighs more than anyone else in this--

................

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Okay. It's okay. We can work this out mathematically.

Isa, as previously noted, is worth a million points because he's a precious slab of adorableness who flirts with me in the cutest ways imaginable and I'm super feeling it.

Mira, meanwhile, is worth half a million points because she's also awesome and cool and she's our wonderful team leader and I adore her.

Bonnie is worth infinity points because they are a child whose hopes and dreams we are responsible for and I don't want to let them down.

However, Odile is worth zero points because she's mean to me and sometimes makes me want to cry. I still haven't forgotten that crack, Odile. Even though you have because it was in another time loop.

If we add them together, then Team Beauty is worth a million and a half points, but Team Age is worth infinity points.

However my sign is Scissors, and the shape of Scissors forms a multiplication symbol, not a plus symbol. Which means that Team Beauty is actually worth 500,000,000,000 points while Team Age is worth 0 points.

Thus, the objective and entirely unbiased answer is that Team Beauty wins.

I'm sorry, Bonnie! But math never lies. We must go south. It is our destiny to go south.

I know you will. It is my destiny to have a future filled with spuds. I accept my fate, but I do not apologize.

[parachutingkitten]

Okay, this has been bothering me, and I'm gonna go into it, cuz I feel like being mad that the fandom didn't get better is friggin valid, so imma get negative here at some serious missed potential, if that's not your jam, 100% get it, please scroll past.

We have a season with 20 episodes, each of which are 20 minutes long. That is an unprecedented amount of time for a ninjago season- I would argue maybe too much time, but that's not what we're getting into here. Even just the first half is the length of your standard ninjago season back in the day. There is no excuse for not taking your time with ideas that deserve time. You've got time. You've got too much time.

If you're gonna do a mystical mind prison that traps you in your worst fears, you gotta do it! You can't do this wimpy half commit thing you're doing here. What is this cop out that's like three minutes long? This is a top tier trope! Loads of stories do this- for a good reason, it's a great way to get lots of new insight into your characters, not to mention have fun with environments, hypotheticals, bend logic, and do some creative filmmaking. And here you are, inventing a whole weird fictional animal to facilitate your nightmare state, and it legitimately takes up so little screen time that it hurts! What? Did you not have enough to say about your characters to fill out a full subplot? You thinking that surface level about things? Or was the basketball tournament fake out with the dragons so important to the story that you couldn't cut it out for some character introspection?

It's so short and pointless, it doesn't functionally do anything except tell us very directly "Here's what this character fears, and will have to get past this season!" No looking into why or making some progress/losing progress on the issue in the dream state. We don't even get to see everyone's visions, let alone see any interconnectivity between them. It's just such a waste of a classically exciting set up. And why on earth would you place this concept at the beginning of the season? Put it at the turning point man! That's what this scenario is made for! Literalizing characters overcoming mental challenges so that it's interesting to watch! Using the nightmare dream sphere for exposition in the most boring possible version of the trope is just dumbfounding.

I mean seriously? The black void? That's all you've got? You gonna go the Cars 2 route and set our supposedly deep nightmare sequence in a black void? No symbolism to the void even? No distorting of visuals within the void? Nothing? Can you get any more basic? Did you really put that little creativity into this? Like, the whole point of the nightmare dreamscape is to get creative! So much symbolism and messaging that you can easily tie into things! the possibilities are literally endless! But yeah, I guess Arin running in place is pretty meaningful too, I'm sure it took you a while to come up with something so profound.

There's a reason this story beat usually makes up at least half the plot of any given episode it's in! There's so much room to explore. The potential for crosscutting between nightmares is so high, drawing parallels between characters. Maybe they're all interconnected, and the mentally strongest of the team breaks free to help the others in their nightmares. Maybe it's a revelation point for the rest of the team as they see a dark past of another character they didn't know about. Or maybe it's just the audience who gets new insight into a sheltered corner of a character's mind, or a way to reveal to them a dark secret someone is hiding. You can also have fun subverting expectations, maybe one of the nightmares is just objectively pretty funny. And, the best thing about any dream environment you're creating, you can have the characters get involved in insanely creative fights and action scenes where they literally beat up their mental roadblocks with cool looking and symbolically important powers or tools.

Like, I know the fandom is losing their mind over this scene because 'omg Nya's gonna be so sad cuz of the memory loss(that hasn't even been revealed in narrative yet, so the irony doesn't even really work)' but I just need you to understand that the full fledged angst, character growth, and introspection y'all are speculating could have theoretically happened in Kai's plot is what we could have had for everyone. For a full episode. Like it deserved to be. And it would have been really cool, and really satisfying, and beautifully and symbolically stunning, because countless other people have done it, it's honestly not too difficult. Stop freaking out like they did a good job with this- they didn't do a good job with this. They couldn't even bother to give everyone a vision, they just gave up on the concept halfway through.

Not to mention how accessible and valuable this type of storytelling is to kids! Literalizing some of the big abstract issues these characters are supposedly battling this season would be a great way to get kids to grasp these ideas, but instead it's literally like two and a half minutes of slightly ominous stuff to bate us before we move on.

Stop teasing us with interesting stuff and then not actually following through! This is not how you do storytelling!

[littleskeletonprincessss]

Prince Charming - Schlatt x Reader

TW: THIS INCLUDES CNC DNI IF YOU DO NOT LIKE

(Written on discord again)

Maybe you're a princess, and he's just some commoner (or works for you) and has fallen in love with you, like obsessed and insanely jealous of all your pathetic suitors. Maybe he takes you on a walk as a bodyguard, and you guys were friends? So when he takes you down a different path than normal, you don't question it. Except he traps you somehow and holds something over your mouth so you go to sleep while he's humming in your ear to comfort you. (It's not working, you're scared) and when you wake up, you don't know where you are... you look down and you're in a different dress, lying, tied, on a bed. Did Schlatt dress you? The once white dress was now a dishwater gray, like it'd been sitting in hiding for years. Looking around the room, you see a mirror and see that your hair is in a haphazard braid, and the makeup that had been applied to your face was smeared as if it'd been rushed. If you were honest, the lipstick seemed as if someone had kissed you when it was freshly applied, leaving their marks ghosting across your cheek and the edges blurred. A crown made of sticks, glass, anything that would have been found in the garbage, sat upon your head.

"My princess is awake." You'd hear from the doorway. Looking over, you'd see schlatt, now dressed in a dirty button-up, the top few undone, letting his wiry chest hair peek through. His tie was only draped around his neck, like he was too lazy to knot it.

"What's going on?" Your voice trembled.

"Oh, Princess." Schlatt mocked, steeping towards you, his long stride moving him across the room to your bedside in only a moment.

Sitting down, he'd brush the loose strands of hair from your eyes.

"Shhh. It's only me, yeah? I gonna take such good care of you. " He'd say, tone sickly sweet.

"Where are we, Schlatt?"

"Oh my love I can't tell you that, silly girl. And it doesn't matter, all you need to know is this is gonna be our home now. After we're married your gonna be my princess forever.

"And you're gonna cook, and clean, and gonna be a mommy for me, okay baby?" He'd lean down, kissing your neck."

"Married?"

"I know honey. I love you so much. I always have, ever since I first saw you from the streets of the kingdom. You were so pretty. So so beautiful and sparkling in your dress. I fell in love with you that day baby." He kissed your neck again. "Knew none of those suitors were food enough for you. Knew none of them could take care of you like me." He hand rested on your upper thigh.

"Schlatt-"

"Shh, shh' He'd cut you off with a kiss. 'Just let me take good care of my princess.' You'd watch his hand move to his pocket where he pulled out a blade before ripping the bottom of the dress from waist to toe.

"Schlatt, please." You'd say, trying to cover yourself.

"You know it's not proper to call your husband by his name, my love . And don't worry about the dress. I'm sure the couple I stole these clothes from won't be missing these from their graves. That's gonna be us someday, you know. Together forever, even through death. Buried in our wedding clothes." He'd toss the blade to the side before brushing his hand between your legs.

"Oh, so warm, aren't you, baby? Does your Prince need to take care of his Princess?"

You couldn't hold back the slight moan that passed your lips.

"Oh, listen to those sweet noises. They're better than I've ever dreamed about.' He'd push one finger deep inside you, freeing another moan, louder than the first. "There ya go, baby. Good princess..."

Schlatt contimud to play with you, watching your face. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched his other hand palm the hard bulge in his stolen pants. His mouth would fall open in a silen prayer. "Fuck, got me do hard for you, Sweetie. Here we go, feel my cock. Isn't it hard for uou?" He say, taking your hand and forcefully holding it to his crotch. "That's gonna be inside your tight little cunt in a little bit. Gonna fuck a baby inside you with it."

"And you're gonna learn to suck it like the perfect little wife you are. Gonna make me so happy, angel."

A few minutes later, after you were properly warmed up, schlatt moved to kneel over you. Pushing your legs apart, he ripped your panties. Kissing your knee while he unfastens his belt, he keeps eye contact with you. "Gonna push all this dick inside you; finally claim you, doesn't that sound nice?'

You were too scared to even respond, but your body betrayed you as your felt your pussy flutter at his words

'You're ready for your husband, aren't you baby?" He'd say before lining himself up and pushing all the way into you - you'd get used to him all at once.

"Ah-!" You'd cry out, eyes closing in the sharp pain you felt as he took your virginity from you.

Leaning forward, schlatt would kiss away any that that fell.

"My good baby; such a good little wife for me. The perfect little bitch" He'd mumble in your ear, hand coming up to squeeze your tit, nipple hard with arousal.

Schlatt would not start slow. He'd immediately start to thrust in and out, in and out. Eventually, the pain would dull, and you'd begin to feel the pleasure that was supposed to come from making love. It felt like hours until he came inside you, making you feel warm and sticky but satisfyingly full. You'd around him one or two times, and everything that was pooling between your legs began to drip down your thighs and ass and onto the bed.

"No, no, honey," schlatt would say, noting the escape. "Gotta keep it inside to get you nice and knocked up.' He'd say, lifting your legs over his shoulders and leaning over you, keeping your chests pressed together as he strokes your tired fucked out face. 'Gonna make me a little heir, aren't you? Maybe twins? Gonna make us a kingdom, my love." Before pressing a kiss to your lips