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[foxy-eva]

Silly Socks

Summary: Spencer never takes his mismatched socks off. Not even in bed. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) penetrative sex, reverse cowgirl position

Author’s Note: Just a fun little drabble because sex sometimes can be a little goofy (:

Word count: 500

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Spencer was deep inside you as you rocked your hips against his, trying to adjust the angle to reach your climax. He was lying on his back, staring up at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes as you rode him with motions so precise it almost drove him insane. 

Leaning back, you tried but failed to get the right amount of pressure against your sweet spot. 

“You okay?” Spencer breathed as his palms brushed over your hips. 

Your movements came to halt as you softly spoke, “Is it okay if I turn around? I think that angle would feel better for me.”

“Of course,” he cooed.

You smirked at him as you noticed how much he had to hold back from infodumping about the advantages of the reverse cowgirl position. Silently you thanked him for not taking you out of your current headspace. Leaning down, you placed one last soft kiss on his lips before you lifted your hips to turn around on top of him. 

“I hope you enjoy the view,” you snickered as you felt his hands caressing the curve of your backside. 

“God, you’re absolutely perfect,” he sighed as he squeezed your soft flesh. 

With closed eyes you sank down on him again, slightly leaning back until you finally had the angle you were longing for. Slowly, you rocked your hips against his as the pressure inside you built in the best way possible. 

Then, you opened your eyes just long enough to realize you didn’t have the same kind of view your boyfriend currently enjoyed. 

Seeing Spencer’s mismatched socks, one purple with colorful dinosaur shapes on them and the other blue with dark anchors, let a genuine laugh escape your throat. Your own giggles took you out of the moment, so you stopped moving. 

“What is it?” Spencer asked with a breathy voice. 

You turned your head until you could see his face from the corner of your eyes. “Sorry, I forgot that you never take your socks off. They are so silly.” 

Spencer wiggled his toes for a moment. “Why would I take them off? They bring me good luck!”

“You’re already inside of me, how much more luck do you need?” You snickered. 

You felt his cock twitch inside you. “That only proves my point,” he chuckled. 

After a moment of silence, he said, “I can take them off if it bothers you.”

“No it’s fine. I just usually don’t directly look at them during sex.” 

“Maybe I should get socks that are sexy instead of silly,” Spencer joked. 

His words made you laugh again. “You’ll definitely need luck with that.” 

Slowly, you started moving again. It only took a few more moments until your bantering was replaced by sighs and moans falling from your lips as you chased that delicious high. When you finally fell over the edge, Spencer followed you into the sensation of pure bliss - proving yet again how lucky he was (even though his socks probably had nothing to do with that). 

Thank you for reading! Please like, reblog and leave a comment if you want me to keep writing more stories!

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[luludeluluramblings]

The Tape... Part Two

Reader and Conner are in the cave dealing with the fallout of their Sex tape getting leaked... Reader has a plan...

Part One

Warning: Fem!Reader, NSFW themes, no actual smut, pure crack nonsense, fake Twitter post

The silence was loud. Very very fucking loud. And, so incredibly awkward. Honestly, you were surprised that this hadn't happened before. Gotham media literally had poll last week on who the hottest of the Wayne Family Orphans was. (You had placed fourth, but it's okay. You're pretty sure your ranking just shot up to first now.)

It was a PR miracle that there hadn't been a sex tape, nude, or dick pic leak before this. There had been swimsuit pics. And, someone had managed to get a picture of Dick in grey sweatpants. Lot's of people had been thirsting in the comments, talking about how they'd like to give him a son. Some of them were even women too. Internet people were feral.

Although, you try to shake that thought from your head because certainly you were in trouble.

Sitting in the Batcave with everyone - and you do mean everyone - giving you and Conner disapproving looks. The only reason Conner wasn't tied up and stuffed with kryptonite like a holiday bird was because Clark had joined the family. And, Jon was holding back Damian.

"In my defense, I did try to get it out of the carpet. But, I didn't want that to ping that in my search history. I know Tim checks that on the regular." You started, breaking the silence after what felt like hours of awkwardness. It had been twenty minutes. Still too long, but not that long. You could here a outraged 'Hey' from Tim and Alfred's exasperated sigh. You might actually make him retire at this rate.

"Is that really all you have to say on this matter?" Bruce is already using the Batman voice. And, still in his Batman gear. Not good. Wasn't he in a Justice League meeting earlier? Oh, well.

"I mean, do you want me to say anything else?" You're question causes multiple scoffs, guffaws, and Conner to choke on a laugh.

Such a shame he couldn't get to you fast enough. It was your fault really. You'd both gotten distracted in discussing where would be the best place to flee to. It had spiraled into an argument and then he had to fuck the brat out of you… So yeah… Didn't escape in time. Oopsie.

"How about an apology?" Jason had the audacity to say. As if he didn't literally murder people once upon a time.

You just shrugged. Not really feeling sorry about the situation. "Sorry for traumatizing the internet."

The grin Conner gives you is filled with glee, but he quickly hides it. There's only so much leeway he can get from Clark's presence before a little green crystal gets shoved into a newly made orifice on his person.

"I am… disappointed in you." Bruce barely manages to say through gritted teeth. And, it causes you to tear up.

"Are you saying that I'm officially the family disappointment?" There was way too much glee in your voice and a series of groans leave the rest of the family.

You had probably just earned the most coveted title in this family held together by a butler, costumes, fancy toys and BatBurger runs.

Bruce finds himself pinching the bridge of his nose when he realizes what he's done. This is the real reason he doesn't tell any of his children when he disapproves of something. He learned this with all his kids. He had genuinely thought he'd gotten lucky when you turned out normal.

He was wrong.

"Do you understand what you've done. You've just put a massive target on your back. Anyone that wants to get to Superboy will come after you now." He jumps into lecture mode instead. Trying to give the logical reason for being upset with this.

Though, in reality he was livid that, not only did Conner have sex with you, he had to do it in the damn parlor. The one they usually had family meetings in. He wasn't going to be able to sit in there anymore. Mentally, he made note to have the room renovated. And, to replace the carpet.

"Look I have an idea on how to fix that."

"Oh, and what's that?" Stephanie pipes up, trying not to grin. She knew you had something planned. And, she couldn't wait.

Almost everyone else tensed. Because they knew your plans could go to shit quick or work in the most convoluted bullshit ways imaginable. It was a gift, really.

"Give me like three minutes." You mutter before pulling out your phone and opening up your Twitter/X app. Typing out a quick sentence and sending it off.

There's a ping on the Bat Computer and Barbara pulls up the newest tweet from your account for everyone to see.

A/N: I didn't really plan on continuing this, but I thought why the heck not. Kinda short, bunch o' nonsense.

A/N: Forgive me if I seem absent, I got low energy right now and I'm stressed. I broke a tooth and I hate going to the dentist. But, I went, and I need surgery to fix it... Friggin AO3 curse hitting me and I ain't even posting on there yet.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Without Eyes I'm Blind

Part 2 to With Eyes I See. Please read Part 1 for the necessary context regarding the story. Thank you

Yandere!Forsaken x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors; darker themes; death; blood; murder; violence; cults; and more. Please read with caution, and to minors please read with EXTRA caution

Note: After I finish this mini-series, I'm gonna write more Dandy's World stuff with some Forsaken tossed in there. I'm also preparing to write a Block Tales thingy for a friend, so keep an eye out.

Also, futher note, when I was writing this Tumblr FUCKING CRASHED on me and I lost a ton of writing so I'm sorry this took awhile to come out. When it happened to me, I nearly tried to jump through a wall.

Also also, Guest 1337 wasn't included in this Part or Part 1 because in canon he's from a whole ahh different universe. Same with Jason. Don't worry, MC meets him in Part 3.

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I almost forgot someone asked me to add a tag list to my main works. So here it is. If anyone else wants to be on it, just lemme know.

@amistakehadhappened

--☆☆☆☆☆--

You can't see anymore.

Your eyes are gone.

All you can do is feel. There isn't even darkness or pure light as people think blind people have.

Their is nothing. And you can perceive nothing via sight.

It's hell. You're in hell.

You just sit in a room, surrounded by soft and precious items as the cultists of the Spawn cult treat you with a holy reverence you don't deserve.

You are no angel.

But they like to think you are.

The chain around your neck is heavy. You can't move out of this room.

And god knows you can't find the key. You know your freedom is as good as dead.

That your life is good as dead.

You got a second chance, even replacing someone else's life. And this is what happened.

You hear the door to your prison cell open. They claim it's a room. It's a prison cell to you.

"Little bird, it's time to change your bandages." Two Time's voice rings in your ears. Too chipper. Too happy. They're too gleeful you're here. That you can't go.

"...fuck off." You whisper to them, and Two Time merely hums in response.

...

Two Time and Azure were the ones who took care of you as you were so helpless. You believed it was out of spite. They claimed it was out of love.

You hated them. You feared them. You wanted them gone forever.

You feel their hands gently undo the bandages around your eyes. They place their hands on your face, examining what remains.

You hear them click their tongue.

"Ah, you're healing so well," They muse, "Everyone will be happy to hear this. Soon enough, you may need no bandages at all."

You sit there in silence as they keep talking, redoing their bandages and leaving fleeting touches on their body.

But as you hear them get up to leave, you ask one question.

"Do you regret what you've done?"

There's silence for a moment.

"No." Two Time replies, "Because doing what I've done means never losing you. And I'd die before I lose you."

You hope their death is painful.

--☆☆☆--

You sit in the tub as Azure gently cleans you.

You despise moments like this. When you're alone with the ones responsible for this.

You don't move. You don't speak. You just exist there like a human doll as Azure keeps murmuring to you.

He pauses when you flinch when his hands touch your face.

You only move to pull his hands away from the bandages on your head.

"...you know I'm not going to do anything like that again, right?" Azure told you, "You can let others instead of Two Time change your bandages."

"You shouldn't have hurt me then." You bluntly replied, "Maybe then I wouldn't actively despise you."

Azure is silent, but you feel him press a kiss to your neck.

"I know you'll never forgive me, but I regret nothing." He tells you, "I just hope there is a day where you'll let me touch your face again."

You'll make sure there isn't.

--☆☆☆--

Time blurred together. But now, with no sight, it was actively hell to tell what time it was.

Perhaps it had been days since you lost your eyes. Maybe weeks. Or perhaps months.

You had no clue.

It could've even been years.

You hated this.

I have an offer to you.

At the voice that appears in your head, you naturally flinch and panic.

Calm down. Listen to what I have to say.

You have no idea who this is.

Then suddenly you see again. But it's purely red.

I have no name. I have no body. But I have power.

What did it want? You didn't know.

I want you. I know what you are. I can give you your sight back. I can give you more power. It will all have a cost, but you will have your freedom again.

You hesitate.

Only for a moment.

"You have a deal." You whisper aloud.

Don't you wish to hear what will offer.

"Tell me then. It won't change my answer."

...

...

...

You listened to all it had to offer.

Your body would change, and you'd need to consume flesh, blood, and the very life force of others to keep the sight it would give you.

It didn't have to be human. It could be animal, and plant in emergancy.

And it would always be able to keep tabs on you and take something from you sometime in the future.

You agreed immediately.

You held back your screams as your bones snapped and shifted, and as your very form transformed with uncomfortable pain.

You even blacked out for a bit.

But when you woke up, you could see again. Even if your eyes weren't back.

You just saw everything around you. Even through walls.

Your hair was longer now, and thicker. You knew why after you realized you could stretch out your hair into giant wings, four in total, with eyes along the tips.

Your ears were larger now, and almost goat-like despite being feathered. And short, horn-like antennae sticked out of your forehead. And you had three long tails that resembled a mix of ribbons and feathers that you could move as you pleased. And across your body were patterns of short feathers and your feet and hands resembled bird talons.

The entity apparently turned you into a bird. Or at least a human-like bird.

You knew there was more, but you wanted out before deciding to try out everything else you can do now.

You snapped the chain on your neck, it clattering to the floor as it held no use anymore.

You stood up and prowled to the door, peering out. When the coast was clear, you ran.

But now you were faster, and saw more.

It wasn't hard to find the way out now, even if you did get spotted.

You screeched as a knife flew into your arm as you were halfway out the door. Your head snapped to stare at who did it, and you saw...

The same woman who stabbed Gubby.

...

You decided to give yourself more time to see.

You charged, wrapping your hands around her neck as you threw her to the floor. You loomed over her as you felt your mouth stretch more wide than it ever could before. You felt the sharp teeth in your mouth almost grow.

And the last sound she made was a scream before your torn into her body.

There was practically nothing left of her after you feasted.

You stood over her, mind both buzzing with glee and regret.

But she hurt Gubby. She stabbed an innocent rabbit.

She deserved this.

She deserved it all.

As the others kept coming, you immediately ran again.

You didn't want to kill another human anymore.

However, if it was Two Time or Azure... or any of the cultists responsible for trapping you...

...yeah, you could make an excuse to do it.

But not now. Now you just want freedom.

So you ran. Ran as you were hunted down.

You ran and didn't stop.

--☆☆☆--

...just your luck you somehow ended up in a net trap like this was a cartoon, eh?

Your wings were out, pressing on the net as you couldn't get in a good position to rip the net without falling into the pit of spikes below you.

You weren't even sure how you got in the situation. Or why you were making bird sounds now.

You barely could think. You were just panicking. You were scared.

What if you were still being followed? You're trapped. They could get you again.

You didn't want to kill. You hated everyone in that damn cult and wished them death, but god, you felt worse committing murder.

Except on a select few, you'd gladly kill.

The sounds of footsteps fills your ears, and you freeze.

Oh god, is it the cultists?

You panic.

But it's not.

No.

You stay still as he approaches you, and you stare at his faceless head, his hood pulled down slightly.

You two stare silently at each other. Then he pulls out a knife.

You panic again, knowing enough of Taph's lore that he's probably going to end you to keep himself safe.

"Please, you have to help me-!" You blurt out, "Please, they're after me. Please! If they get me, I- I- I'm as good as dead."

Taph stares at you as you continue begging, desperate to not die again.

He doesn't put down the knife. Hell, he even raises it and you let out a small, almost-chirp-like sound in panic.

You flinch as he cuts you lose and catches you so you aren't impaled upon the spikes.

He beckons you to follow him, and you do. You'd rather not be captured by cultists again anyway.

Maybe you could trust Taph.

You hoped you could.

--☆☆☆--

Taph was very skeptical of you, so he kept his guard up around you.

You were just amazed he was willing to let you stay in his house. Even if he tended to avoid any interaction with you.

Though, you wanted to at least be on good terms with Taph. So you made him things like meals and helped clean up when needed.

Eventually, he started to warm up to you. You thought. At the very least he didn't leave the room when you walked in and taught you how to make a bomb.

It was a slow friendship that grew between you two. One of no judgment, and no hate. He couldn't speak and constantly lived in fear for his life, and you needed to hurt things just to see.

You both suffered together, and found bliss in it.

You were constantly terrified to lose this bliss, though. For Taph to witness you as a monster.

But you weren't fortunate enough to have him never catch you.

When he saw you for the first time, you were terrified.

---

You immediately dropped the deer corpse you were feasting on. You stared at the ex-demolitionist in horror, your mouth snapping shut like a bear trap as you couldn't stop having terrified trills and whines escaping from your mouth.

Oh god no- NO NO NO-

He saw you. He saw you eating. He saw you in your most monstrous state.

What if he hated you? What if he'd kill you?

You couldn't hurt him, not matter what he did.

Oh god- oh GOD-

You shake, your mind a mix of anxiety and animalistic terror.

As Taph crouches down, you bury you head in your hands and used your wings as a shield.

They gently nudge you, and you shake violently as you look up and see Taph offering you a chunk of the deer you were in the middle of eating.

You hesitate before taking it and feasting again, Taph gently petting your head in an attempt to comfort you.

---

It was that moment you realized he didn't hate you. He didn't even blame you for what you needed to do.

He was just kind. After that, he helped you catch your prey so it'd be easier for you to eat when you needed to, too.

You just helped pay him back more, and even started to go out of your way to deal with certain angry protesters when they found and got too close to his home.

You didn't want to hurt anyone. You didn't like killing people. But you didn't regret it if you did it to protect Taph.

You just tried to hide what you did from him.

You didn't know that he knew the whole time. And he didn't care.

The ex-demolitionist had his own secrets after all.

--☆☆☆--

Time blurred together while you lived at Taph's house. You lost track of the days since you got here, but it was fine. It was better than the cult ever was.

But you still confided in Taph about how you yearned to see more of the world, to never be a caged bird. To meet new people, to experience more, and to be more.

But you were scared. Scared to be caught by the Spawn cult again. You never wanted that again.

And Taph listened.

You didn't expect him to take action like how he did, though.

Waking up one morning, exiting your room, only to find fucking Builderman sitting on the couch while casually talking to Taph made you tweak out, naturally.

But you managed to compose yourself and talk to him, questioning so many things while desperately trying to stay polite.

You didn't expect him to take you being a... cannibal bird person super well.

You were surprised when he already knew. Even more so when he didn't hate you for it.

He wasn't at Taph's house for long, but it became kinda common for him to come over.

Eventually, one day, Builderman told you that you were going to be staying with the Admins at Taph's request and for your safety from the Spawn cult.

And because, earlier, you'd confessed to your otherworldly origins.

It astounded you that he did this, but you agreed.

At least you'd still be able to visit Taph.

--☆☆☆--

Much to your surprise, you weren't going to be staying with Builderman.

It was quite awkward when you went to Dusekkar's house and learned you'd be staying with him. You were just glad you understood his rhyming thing very well.

But Dusekkar was surprisingly nice and was more than willing to help you get settled into his house and didn't rush you when you hid away a good bit.

But he was patient and didn't mind your curse. Eventually, you warmed up to him, too.

He went out of his way to figure out how to make it so you'd have to kill and eat living creatures less to keep your sight by using his magic. It was by no means a cure, but it was a blessing.

He even taught you magic. Though yours is much more tech-oriented, to say the least.

You created yourself a magical screen of sorts that hovered over your face, black in color, that could display any image you willed in black and white. The screen could also transform into large fangs that hovered in front of your mouth to help you feast when you needed to.

You loved this screen. It hid the bandages you wore and how your face could make you horrifying to look at without the bandages. It helped you feel more human, more normal. Like your eyes weren't gone, and you were still kind of a human.

But it wasn't just Dusekkar, or Dusey as you started to call him after you two grew close, who was your friends among the Admins. There was Builderman, who you somehow got on a first-name basis with, and Shedletsky.

You became such great friends with this man it got to the point he literally gave you some of his fried chicken if you asked.

You were honestly astounded. Then again, he was really nice. And this was before 1x1x1x1 existed, which said a ton about him.

Becoming friends with the Roblox admins (or at least their versions in this world) was never something you expected. But here you are.

Good thing this wasn't Block Tales.

...

Even if being Forsaken was technically more of a hell.

--☆☆☆--

You had no idea how your disappearance effected everyone from before.

How could you?

It wasn't your fault you were gone anyways.

It just meant everything that happened in the past of Forsaken happened, even if you left an impact on all of them.

Noob and Guest 666 were the reason you moved back to your apartment in the first place due to a vicious argument about Chance which ended with you leaving. They came over the next morning to talk it out only to find your apartment trash, blood on the floor, and you gone.

Noob blamed himself while 666 blamed everyone else, especially Chance for getting involved in your life.

It led to their friendship collapsing, 666's ban, and eventually them both being Forsaken.

007n7 was devestated you were apparently murdered or kidnapped. c00lkidd took it even worse and lashed out. It led to him getting the c00lGUI and burning down Builder Brother's pizza as revenge for when you mentioned how your friendship with Elliot was crumbled over what seemed like nothing.

c00lkidd just blamed Elliot for making you sad and thought that was a part of why you were gone.

And when c00lkidd disappeared? When most of the best things in his life were gone?

007n7 couldn't handle it and ended it all, being Forsaken.

Elliot was Forsaken around this time too.

And John Doe was corrupted by the old code, and eventually both he and Jane were Forsaken as well.

Then ITrapped happened with Chance and he wasn't safe either.

And Two Time sacrificed Azure, and eventually he too was Forsaken.

--☆☆☆--

It happened eventually. You knew it would.

When all three admins you grew close with disappeared, you knew they were Forsaken.

You missed them dearly, but you just decided to move on and live your life.

It's what they would've wanted.

Not so fast.

You froze at the Entity's voice back in your head. For the first time in years since the deal.

You and I had a deal. I come for what I promised I would take.

"And what do you wish to take?" You questioned, already having lost so, so much. "You took my life. You took my humanity. You took my innocence. What's next?"

I want you.

...

...

...

Not even you could escape being Forsaken.

Ironic, is it not?

Because as you sit up on the dock you were transported to. As you take in your surroundings.

As you process every plan, every hope, every dream being crushed.

You scream.

You scream and scream and scream and scream

AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM

AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM

And as you scream.

As you process it all was taken from you.

You realize just how blind you were to it all.

You may have gotten your sight back, but in the end it was worthless.

In the end, you still ended up in Hell.

In the end, you were a monster.

In the end, you died a monster.

[rainrot4me]

what if reader did some digging and showed the creeps and proxies their embarrassing pictures?

like, Jeff's origin picture, Hoody's drunk selfies back in college, BEN's middle school pictorial, Clockwork's cringy braces back in elementary...

LMAOOO

THIS WAS SO CUTEEEEE

── .✦

✦ . jeff the killer

That grainy, cursed “Go to Sleep” pic from the early 2010s, uneven smile, too much blur, and way too much edge.

“You did not just show me that.”

The moment you tilt your phone toward him, Jeff’s face drops. You can practically feel the rage twitch behind his eye. But instead of exploding, he just goes eerily quiet.

You’re laughing too hard to notice at first—until he lunges. Not to kill you (yet), but to grab your phone.

“Give me that, or I’m taking a new pic of your ass with my boot shoved up it.”

You manage to escape, barely, but he catches up later that night. Instead of murder, he threatens a dramatic retaliation. Like flipping through your baby pictures if he ever finds them. (Spoiler: he will find them.)

✦ . ticci toby

A painfully awkward birthday party pic, maybe from when he was 13, wearing a paper party hat, holding a cupcake like it might explode.

“Where the he-hell did you get that?”

Toby just freezes when you show him. Then snorts. Then starts wheezing.

“Bro… I look like a Make-A-Wish kid whose only drea-dream was cake.”

He leans over your shoulder to zoom in. Doesn’t even try to take your phone away. He owns it, makes fun of it right alongside you. If anything, he ends up texting it to Hoodie and writing: “me when I had hopes and dreams.”

✦ . eyeless jack

Pre-transformation med school photo—glasses, awkward smile, scrubs too big for his frame.

He stares. Then sighs. “I told you not to dig.”

But he’s more amused than angry. A quiet kind of amused. He leans down to look closer, then flicks your forehead.

“Mock me again and I’ll sew your phone into your stomach.”

You joke that he looked like someone’s underpaid pharmacy tech, and he just deadpans:

“That was before I got interesting.”

(You send it to Toby anyway. Jack doesn’t stop you.)

✦ . masky (tim wright)

High school theatre kid moment—maybe in full costume as a tree or in a very dramatic off-brand Phantom of the Opera mask.

“Delete. It.”

Tim looks mortified. Like, true deer-in-the-headlights, this-is-how-I-die level embarrassment. He tries to be threatening, but it’s more like a tired dad trying to discipline a puppy chewing his slippers.

“You don’t want to see what I looked like in college, trust me.”

If you show it to the others, he goes full silent mode for a while. Later that night, he shows up at your room, throws a shoe at you, and grumbles:

“Laugh it up. You’re lucky I like you.”

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Frat party selfie—shirtless, beer in hand, red solo cup hat, doing the “e-boy smirk” before e-boys existed.

You do not survive.

“Delete that. Right now. I’m serious.”

He goes dead silent. Red in the ears. Takes exactly two seconds to yank the phone from your hands and chuck it across the room—luckily, onto a pillow.

“If this shows up on the internet, I’ll kill you slowly.”

Later, he finds the original on your laptop. Deletes it. Replaces it with a .txt file that says:

I warned you.

(You still have a backup in your Notes app. He knows. And he’s plotting.)

✦ . kate the chaser

Middle school volleyball team pic. Bangs. Oversized knee pads. Sassy hand on hip pose.

At first, she’s like, “Ugh. Don’t look at me.”

But then? “Actually… wait. Zoom in. LOOK AT THAT SERVE STANCE.”

She roasts herself and starts roasting your awkward school photos in retaliation.

“You looked like a poodle that lost a fight with a humidifier.”

Cue an all-night photo war that ends in laughing so hard your sides hurt and mutual humiliation.

✦ . ben drowned

Middle school school picture day. Slicked hair. Naruto hoodie. Digital camera flash that adds +5 cringe.

“BROOOOOOOO—ARE YOU KIDDING ME??” He shrieks like he’s been stabbed.

“WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT. I DELETED MY ENTIRE REALITY FOR A REASON.”

He tries to possess your phone, but fails. Then sulks. Then threatens to glitch your face into a creepypasta edit. Eventually, he just sits down, groaning and hiding his face while you giggle.

“That hoodie was limited edition, okay? I was COOL.”

He’s so embarrassed he logs off for 20 minutes. Then comes back and changes your ringtone to Rick Astley out of spite.

✦ . clockwork

A yearbook photo with full-metal braces, rainbow hair ties, and a shirt that says “Don’t touch my phone unless you’re a hot vampire.”

She looks at it. She stares at you. Then she starts laughing so hard she cries.

“OH MY GOD—I was awful.”

She grabs the phone and makes it her wallpaper just to mock herself.

“You think I peaked in 5th grade? You’d be right.”

No shame. Zero embarrassment. But if you ever show anyone else?

“I’ll tie you to a chair and make you watch Twilight: New Moon with me while I narrate it.”

✦ . laughing jack

A grainy, black-and-white carnival promo from decades ago—Jack in his original costume, looking awkward and too tall, with a forced clown smile.

He gasps like you’ve uncovered the Dead Sea Scrolls.

“This was my prime!”

Then proceeds to strike the same pose in front of you like it’s a Vogue cover.

“Look at that posture. That glimmer. That soul-devouring eye contact. You’re welcome.”

He hangs a copy of it in your room while you’re asleep and pretends it’s a gift.

✦ . slenderman

There is no photo. But you manage to dig up a blurry, early-2000s creepypasta wiki image with an awkward caption like “The Tall Gentleman.”

He looms behind you, slowly. You hear static. You feel watched. You turn—and he’s just…standing there.

“…This is beneath you.”

He doesn’t say more. But that night, your phone screen flickers. The photo is gone. Your flashlight keeps turning on by itself.

Message received.

꩜ .ᐟ

[backwardshatnick]

in which bloom finds the photo strip in a book at the hotel room.

notes: ugh i love those pictures of emma watson and rupert grint so so much </333

series masterlist here

The morning after the fashion show, Matt had left the hotel early to use the hotel’s gym facilities. The self-help book that he had planned on reading for his trip not enough to keep his mind off of things, rather choosing to shift his pent-up frustrations onto a punching bag, adrenaline all shifting to his closed fists.

Forgetting that he had not flipped the Please Makeup Room sign at the door, Matt finally went back to a clean room, pillows fluffed and bedsheet crisp and taut with the worn-out thick book displayed in between the rolls of face towels on the bed.

The book was a paperback, its cover a bright shade of yellow with an equally vibrant red title. Something that catches the eye pretty easily as it had a cracked spine and few pages folded into a dog’s ear.

While Matt had been gone, spending his morning wearing off his knuckles as he continued to go for hits on the punching bag, Bloom was assigned to tidy his room, not remembering that it was the very same room that she had walked into to solve Matt’s necktie issue.

She noticed the flashy book by the nightstand when she went to replace the pencil and notepad that the room had, but that was not the only thing that had caught her attention. When the book fell from being accidentally pushed by her elbow, something nestled inside finally came out.

Something that was folded gently, faded slightly but still maintained the monochrome four tiny frames of laughter, glance, lean and fervency.

But that was not what had caused Bloom’s breath to hitch.

Instead, a handwritten scrawl, crooked and rushed had fascinated her as she ducked down to pick it up from the plush carpeted floor.

I don’t know what we are yet, but I think this is the part that I’ll miss the most. - prom night, 05.15.2021

Bloom stared at it for a long time, hands trembling just slightly, like the photo strip is something that she still had held onto— all creased, quiet and utterly unfinished.

She sat at the freshly made bed, not a care if it goes wrinkly by the time she stood up as she allowed her past to wash over her.

First it was the tie, now it was the photo strip.

The silence was too much for Bloom, her ears now ringing as she left the photo strip on the first few pages of the book, the very first image of them with their innocent grins slightly peeking out from the corner, waiting for Matt to notice later that night.

And notice he did.

ꫂ❁ @oopsiedaisydeer @bbgirlmatt @courta13 @mattspillowprincess

[justafewberries]

in the gamemaker-mopping-arena scene, Haymitch notes how mopping is a bottom of the ladder job. We know for a fact it isn't the bottom of the ladder job in the Capitol from Castor and Pollux in mockingjay, but it has me wondering how the scene would play out had they sent the actual bottom of the ladder job into the arena: avoxes.

Pollux is an enslaved man turned avox whose family had to save for years to buy his release. He's forced to work in the tunnels. To him, it was work or die.

avoxes would not have been able to refuse the work in the arena. they are expendable. they can be replaced. they are subhuman to the capitol. just like pollux, it was work or die.

the tributes are also viewed as subhuman. they're forced to fight or die.

putting avoxes in the scene would hold a mirror to the tributes. instead of assuming a man is at the bottom rung of the ladder from him holding a mop, why not genuinely choose characters who are actually from the bottom of the ladder?

would they still kill them? perhaps they have the "capitol look" like Lavinia. would they identify them as avoxes before acting? would they even let them try to communicate before pulling the trigger? would they empathize with them? they're all pieces in the games at that point. would the careers use it as an opportunity to appear "more capitol" like how plutarch suggests d1 and d2 are trying to do?

[mxtxfanatic]

The more I get into this translation and am able to read other works, the more I fear that the “plain language” of cnovels are actually a manmade problem and a self-fulfilling prophecy. Some translators, for whatever reason, flattened out the metaphors and imagery in the works they translated, those translations became popular and widely spread, people began to acclimate to this way of writing as “just the way cnovels are,” other translators internalizing this idea pick up other cnovels to work on, rinse and repeat. Cause there’s no way tgcf is this colorful and yet only a trickle of that shines through into English.

[hershelwidget]

something really funny happened

[engagemythrusters]

Here's some angst, because sometimes bodies just feel like a mess. plus a bad background xoxo

[danielnelsen]

anon who asked about chasind headcanons, i am not ignoring you, that is actually step 3 of my current project:

gather all chasind lore in existence

organise it into something coherent

fill in the gaps

unfortunately i have been on step 1 for about 2 weeks and it is currently a 130 page document and will still take a while to finish

but i am getting there!!! and i have formed many headcanons in the process about all kinds of things

[oneofthosecrazycatladies]

Okay so we have this huge problem with forgetting about everything that’s happened by the time the next election rolls around so I’d like to keep a running list of things as they’re happening to help remind us when the 2026 midterms roll around. And please add to this if I’ve missed anything.

January 2025:

Donald Trump pardoned 1500 people who participated in the insurrection of January 6th, including those who violently assaulted and nearly killed police officers.

Donald Trump has declared that trans and non-binary people don’t exist.

Donald Trump is working towards firing everyone in the government who isn’t loyal to him.

Donald Trump has effectively fired everyone who he claims is an “illegal DEI hire” …whatever that means

Donald Trump pulled out of the Paris Climate Agreement and the World Health Organization

Congress are trying to pass the Laken Riley Act to, effectively, round up every immigrant in the country, including LEGAL immigrants

Donald Trump removed caps on prescription drug prices.

Donald Trump wants to withhold federal aid to help combat the LA wildfires and help the thousands of people who have been displaced and lost their homes.

The Department of Justice has put a hold on all civil rights cases.

Donald Trump has cut off aid to Ukraine.

Laken Riley Act has been passed by Congress and is awaiting being signed into law by the President. Here’s the breakdown of the votes: House Senate

Donald Trump purged a dozen inspectors general from the federal government and intends to replace them all with people loyal to him.

Pete Hegseth has been confirmed as Secretary of Defense. Here’s the breakdown of how the Senate voted. Note, it was a 50-50 tie that JD Vance had to break.

Donald Trump imposed a 25% tariff on Colombia after the Colombian government turned away two airplanes carrying migrants. Columbia has retaliated by imposing a 25% tariff of its own on US goods.

Donald Trump has also issued a travel ban for Colombian citizens and revoked visas from Colombian migrants coming to the US.

Donald Trump has now backed off the tariffs and other threats against Colombia. Note for future reference: this comes just hours after Trump made the threat in the first place and he and the Colombian president got into a big fight on social media.

Nearly 1,000 migrants were arrested mostly in Chicago on January 26th by ICE and ICE has been told to meet a quota of 75 migrant arrests every day.

Donald Trump rescinded an anti-discrimination executive order from Lyndon B. Johnson

Donald Trump signed an executive order banning trans people from serving in the military and also ordered that people who were discharged for refusing to get mandatory vaccines be reinstated.

Donald Trump has frozen all federal grants to institutions.

After pressure from state governments, activist groups, and the general public, the White House has rolled back some of the freezes on federal funding.

Representative Andy Ogles (R-TN) has proposed a change to the 22nd Amendment to allow Donald Trump, specifically, to serve a third term.

Donald Trump is trying to fire all federal employees who don’t want to return to the office (work-from-home saves the federal government millions of taxpayer dollars in overhead). He also sent an email to federal employees saying that if they’re not loyal to him, they’ll be investigated.

Donald Trump has signed the Laken Riley Act into law.

Donald Trump has said he doesn’t think Palestinians should be allowed to return to Gaza but instead should be sent to Egypt and Jordan.

Native Americans have been targeted by ICE raids.

Donald Trump has ordered undocumented immigrants to be sent to Guantanamo Bay

Donald Trump signed an executive order to expand federal funding for school choice programs. [x]

Donald Trump signed an executive order saying that he will deport visa-holding students who protest against Israel. [x]

Donald Trump has blamed DEI for the plane crash that killed 67 people in Washington D. C. [x]

Donald Trump signed an executive order that schools should no longer teach about racism and discrimination. And that schools should only teach history that is “patriotic” [x]

Florida Representative Anna Paulina Luna wants to add Donald Trump’s face to Mount Rushmore. [x]

Trump’s Department of Education has called book bans a hoax. [x]

The Department of Justice has barred certain news outlets from receiving information from the Pentagon. [x]

The Trump administration has fired multiple FBI officials who investigated the January 6th insurrection. [x]

February-June 2025

I’ll keep adding to this list as new things come up and, again, please feel free to add anything I’ve missed. I know that in this world of constant news it’s easy to forget, so let’s give our future selves a little help!

[time-teller]

vent again, just.. UGHG I'M GOING TO WRING HIS FUCKING NECK WHEN I FIND HIM

[thegoldencontracts]

Culture Shock

—ꨄ︎ “Courting ritual? What are you talking about?”

Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Floyd, Azul

Notes: courting ritual misunderstanding brainrotttt drabbles LESGOO i live for the idea of the non-human students doing what they think is obvious flirting but you blatantly misunderstanding them lmao

Leona:

—Lions show courtship by following around their intended mate, biting, and pawing. Male lions will roar to make clear their intent. Lion courtship is fairly extended

He roared, pawing at your neck. You’ve noticed this pattern in behavior for a while now. He’s been following you around, asking if you’ll be talking to anyone else any time soon.

“Good,” he’d replied when you gave him a resounding ‘no’. “I’ll have you all to myself then.

What did he want? With no verbal answers from him you’d only been left with baseless speculation.

He bit your arm. He- he bit your arm.

And he seemed proud.

“Huh?”

Rather than apologize, or declare his intentions, or whatever, Leona stuck out his own arm, staring at your with darkened, narrowed eyes.

“I think it’s time we finally stopped playin’ around,” he said, leaning his face towards your own. “Seal the deal. Say what we’re both thinking.”

You blinked at him, owlish and trying quite desperately to figure out his intentions.

“…What are we both thinking, Leona-san?”

And suddenly, the coy sort of demeanor vanished, replaced by a mixture of surprise and irritation.

After a while, he spoke up.

“You seriously didn’t know this entire time?” He grumbled. What was he talking about.

“That’s why I’m asking,” you replied. “Please explain.”

But instead of explaining, he just huffed, pouting ever so slightly as he tossed your phone onto the bed.

“Tch. Figure it out yourself,” he said.

You just stood there, absolutely dumbfounded.

What the fuck.

Ruggie:

—Male hyenas are known to repeatedly step towards and step away from their intended mate. They then present their side to be smelled. They may also cross their legs.

“I can’t believe I of all people have to tell you to take a break!” He said, pouting. But he didn’t seem too bothered, content to lounge around in your room.

Ruggie stepped towards you, arm extended.

And then he stepped forward again.

And then, again, he stepped back.

And forward again.

“What are you doing?”

“Forward, Kantokusei-Kun,” he huffed, grabbing your arm.

And then he stepped back onto the bed, crossing his legs as he sat.

“Don’t leave me hangin’ now! Join me,” he said, voice slightly breathy.

…Was this his way of getting you to rest! How considerate! Ruggie really was nicer than he let on.

You sat, and then he-

Stuck out his arm.

“Well?” He said, looking at you expectantly. “Are you gonna do it, or—?”

…

“What are you talking about?”

”What.” All of a sudden, Ruggie was beet red, half angry, half embarrassed. “You never told me you weren’t interested- don’t-“

And then he stood up, plastering a smile on his face.

“Sorry, but I got a bunch of errands to run and- ohlookit’sLeona-sanbye!”

“Wait-“

He bolted out of your room, leaving you far more confused than before.

Floyd:

—Morays often open their mouths wide to signal intent to court. They also partake in a sort of mating dance, wrapping their bodies around one another.

Floyd yawned. Again. He must’ve been getting awfully bored now, huh?

“Sorry, Floyd,” you said. “I know you don’t like hearing me talk, but-“

He yawned again, mouth opened wide to reveal both his sets of jaws.

“What gave you that idea, Koebi-Chan?” He said, giggling. “I love hearin’ you talk! Your ideas are way more interesting than anything all those stupid guppies have to offer.”

But once again, he yawned. Actions spoke louder than words, you concluded.

Seeing you look at him with uncertainty, he grinned.

“I really am serious about this, y’know,” he said. “You’ll stay interestin’ for a long time.”

And suddenly-

“Dance with me, Koebi-Chan.”

He circled around you, grabbing your arms and gracefully moving around you as if he were trying to wrap himself around your body. When you failed to react, he paused, staring at you.

“Well?” He asked.

You just sighed. He must’ve been trying really hard to stop you from rambling.

“If you’re bored, you can just say so.”

Immediately, Floyd recoiled, like he’d been doused in a bucket of water. Or maybe oil. He’d probably like being covered in water since he was a moray, after all.

“What kinda go-good small fry do you take me for?” He huffed, looking downright offended. “This is laaame. I’m leaving.”

And without an explanation, he stormed out, leaving you staring blankly from within the confines of your room, absolutely dumbfounded.

Azul:

—Octopodes often cause appearance and body language to display intent to court, changing color, showing vibrant patterns, and standing tall with their suckers extended. Males will often latch on from behind.

“You have my attention now. You’d best not waste it,” Azul murmured lowly, showing you-

His arm. It was purple. Why was it purple.

“Is- Is something wrong?” You asked. Azul stood tall, leaning in towards you. You were worried for his health by now. His arms kept changing color, and you were wondering if he was being repeatedly beat up or something.

“You know exactly what’s wrong,” he said. “I intended to wait for you to approach, but you’ve been wearing my patience terribly thin.”

What. Was he talking about. Did he want you to offer to take him to the doctor, or—?

“You’ve done your research, I’m certain,” he said. His arm turned another shade, this time a bright blue.

Suddenly, his arm wrapped around your back.

“Tell me how you feel, Kantokusei-San.”

You just stared.

“Do you want me to take you to the doctor’s office, oooor—“

“No need.” For a brief second, Azul looked disappointed, before he covered it up with a smile. “I apologize for acting so foolishly. Goodness, I don’t know what’s gotten into me!”

“What were you-“

“I’ll be going now. Please, think nothing of my sudden behavior! I’ve just been feeling a little under the weather, you see. What I did says nothing about my feelings, I assure you.”

And with that, he was gone.

…

Okay, but seriously, what was up with his arm?

[falesten-iw]

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[i-like-loserz]

apt for two

pairing: san x reader

cw: smut (18+), drunk!san with needy-desperate vibes (as always), afab!reader, friends-to-lovers, praise kink, mommy kink, handjob, nipple play (m!recieving), breeding kink, unprotected piv, eternal boner (you'll find out), mention of asian glow, san's fancam, not beta-read, etc.

wc: 4k (wow)

note: I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH LIKE THREE 1/4 DONE FICS BUT INSTEAD IM DOING THIS :) also i get asian glow too, so i love the representation i'm getting with drunk-teez!

1 shot

tonight was supposed to involve a pregame at your place before bar-hopping, but somebody decided to ditch you and turn in early (wooyoung). of course, it wasn't until 9:30 that you got the text.

you'd been waiting so patiently, only having one drink. you were saving the rest to share with your friends once he arrived. it was supposed to be the three of you, but now it's just--

2 shots

"maybe he's just tired because of work or something?"

san is sweet, trying to lighten your disappointment.

he just took his second shot, barely wincing as he swallows it quickly before gently setting the glass back on the counter -- you can tell he's trying to hide his distaste for the liquor.

"he's just hungover because he decided to go out without us last night, sannie..." you drone, "he's probably sleeping off the club."

"hm, you're probably right. but if he were here, it probably wouldn't be that fun if he's hungover."

"that's true..."

you pour another round of shots.

3 shots

"hey, let's play a game." san looks at you with bright eyes.

you can see it already -- the flush spreading across his cheeks. for such a big guy, he sure get tipsy easily.

"what kind of game? there's only the two of us."

"how about...apateu?"

"with two people?" he nods with a cute little smile. how could you deny him? "sure, if you want"

5 shots (for san)

you bite back an adoring smile as you watch san down a second shot. his expressions are a lot freer now, letting himself wince just from the smell of tequila, followed by a grossed-out groan after he takes it.

"okay, maybe we should stop. you've lost twice already." he's not very good at this game -- even when you let him pick the number for each turn.

"no, no, let's go again!" his eyes are glazed over, lids heavy from the liquor as he tries to convince you to continue.

you let a smile crack as you watch him sway prettily in front of you, "...you seem a lot more drunk than me though."

"hm?" he smiles back, "that's okay? right?"

you can't help but laugh at his adorableness. he picks up your shot glass and nudges it closer to you.

"just take one, so we're even."

it might just be the liquor, or that pretty blush on his face, but you're feeling bold.

"mm, but you had two, baby."

you say it so casually, yet he reacts to that word immediately. his expression is quickly replaced with something needy.

oh, so he liked that....

"t-then take two." he suggests with a stutter.

you pour yourself one more, right to the brim, and he watches on in awe. you drink it easily, enjoying the way san's eyes stare at your lips as you lick them clean.

"i don't think we're gonna make it to the bars tonight." you tease.

his small shy smile returns, "just stay here...with me, then."

5 shots + a glass of water (for san)

you guide san to the couch with a glass of water in your hand.

barely a few steps from the kitchen counter, he makes you stop for a moment so he can clumsily lace his fingers with yours.

"it's more secure" he murmurs shyly.

you don't say anything as you continue to lead him into the living room, but when you turn away you're biting your lip to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

you're afraid that your cuteness aggression will scare him away.

he immediately picks up a pillow to snuggle against his chest as he sits down. always needing something in his lap...

he looks up at you, all pink cheeks and smiles, as you set the glass of water down on the coffee table in front of him.

you sit down next to him and settle against the plush seat with a sigh.

"what now?" he asks eager and curious.

eager for what?

"well, first, drink some water," san obediently takes a few sips of water as you continue to speak, "do you want to watch a movie or something?"

you were planning on letting him crash on the couch, but how could you leave him when he's looking at you like that?

"hm..." he puts the glass down before looking back at you with a shy expression, "can we watch something else?"

"like what?"

"can i show you some of my fancams?"

"...fancams...?"

"yeah, i want to show you how i look in concert."

you almost giggle from how shy he's being. isn't tequila supposed to make you bolder?

"sannie, i've been to your concerts."

he pouts -- actually pouts, "but you haven't seen them like this!"

how could you deny him?

"ok, ok, let's have a look then."

you try to give him the remote to look it up, but he immediately struggles to type with it -- even turning off the tv at some point -- so you have to take over.

"so it's...'san fancam--'" you press in each letter individually.

"'--ice on my teeth 241115'" he finishes for you.

"...1...5..."

you finally type it all in and click on the video. you see woo (the ditcher of the night, you remind yourself) crouching in front of a sleekly dressed san, who looks very different from the soft and cuddly man next to you.

"how do you remember all of the numbers for the title?" you question as you finally relax back onto the couch.

he shrugs, "i dunno, i just do -- wait, start it over, we were talking during the start!"

"san, it's been like, two seconds."

"please??"

you start it over to placate him.

as you watch the video, you notice how quiet he is next to you.

he must be really into his own fancams...

you get it though. you've never watched his fancams before (you've only seen woo's because he forces you to binge them with him whenever you facetime), but he looks really good in that long coat, glasses, and with his hair slicked back like that, hitting every note with that stupidly handsome look on his face.

he looks so serious...so domineering. delectable.

so...not how you usually see him.

you turn to look at him, wondering if he's just as entranced by himself as you are -- but he's already looking at you.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you're caught ogling your friend, right in front of him.

"so...? do you like it?"

"yeah, it was a good performance, san."

"sannie." he corrects, "do you really like it, or are you just saying that?"

"no, i really like it--"

"which part? do you like the outfit? a lot of people say they like that outfit on me the most. but there's also one where i have on a see-through top..." he starts to ramble.

oh, now you know what he's looking for.

your voice is soft as you coo to him, "you looked great up there, sannie. so talented...and handsome." he smiles sheepishly as you compliment him, "did you show this to me because you wanted to show off? show me how good you are in front of a crowd?"

now he's shy.

"just wanted to know if you liked what you see."

you cradle his face with your hand, "you're so cute, baby," he melts against your touch, nuzzling his warm cheek against you, "just want some praise, hm?"

it's crazy that you have this man falling apart for you with a few words and a bare touch of your hand.

on stage, he looks so regal and put together.

right here? he looks undeniably soft and malleable.

"do you like me?"

"of course, i do." you caress his cheek with your thumb, enjoying the heat that radiates off his skin, "you're a sweetheart."

"no, like, do you like-like me?" his eyes meet yours, wide with hope and yearning.

"what, are we in middle school?" you tease.

he whines softly, "im serious"

you ignore his question and throw it back at him.

"do you like me?"

he's hesitant, timid, but eventually --

"mhm."

"oh really? since when?"

"since forever."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"because..." san briefly looks away, "because i don't know if you like me"

your hand drifts from his jaw to his chin. you can't help but admire his perfect features -- his fluffy hair, dark brows, intense eyes, cute nose, and...his lips.

you carefully glide your thumb over his pretty bottom lip, enamored by how pretty and pink it is.

he stutters out a breath.

"and if i do?"

"c-can you kiss me?" he sounds so sweet and timid when he asks. his eyes eagerly glance down at your lips as you drag his bottom lip down, revealing his pearly white teeth.

you're mesmerized by his mouth. you press against his perfect teeth and he opens up immediately, letting you drag your thumb against his soft tongue. he sucks it in, laving sweetly against the sensitive pad of your finger as he stares up at you, eager to please.

"such a good boy~"

he whines, brows furrowing in desperate need. what a sweet sound.

you move your hand from his mouth so you can get in a better position. you shift from the couch to his lap, wanting to feel his body against yours. his arms immediately loop around your body, finding your waist so he can press you closer.

you dip in, hand at the base of his neck to control him, and nudge your nose against his -- just to tease him. he tries to push up and press his lips to yours, but you stop him, hand firmly holding him back.

"what am i gonna do with you?" you shake your head, "silly boy..."

he looks confused, brows tighten together endearingly, an expression that's slightly embarrassed.

"i-i thought you wanted to kiss."

"did i say that?"

"n-no, but--"

"you think you're so pretty that anyone would let you hit?" your hand moves up to the center of his neck. you press gently on the sides of his throat, pulling a groan from his lips. "mm...maybe you are pretty..."

he shivers from the praise. you can tell he's trying to hold back, but he's still subtly trying to move his hips under you, desperate for any type of friction.

"please? just one kiss?"

"just one?" you ghost your lips on his.

he whimpers at the feeling. you guess his lips are especially sensitive.

"please"

you give in, leaning against his silky pink lips. you feel him melt against you, sighing into it like it's the sweet relief of water in a barren desert. he desperately attempts to pull you closer by your waist, but you're already firmly pressed against him.

he deepens the kiss, delicately licking against the seam of lips before diving in and dragging his tongue against yours. you taste the tequila and lust -- it makes you hungry for more. he moans prettily when you nip at his lips, sucking on the sweet, sensitive skin until it gets all puffy and plump.

when you break the kiss, he attempts to chase your lips for more, not ready to separate. you dodge his advances with an amused smile, loving how needy he is already.

"you said one kiss"

"mmm, i think i messed up on that one..." he swipes his tongue over his swollen lips as he stares hungrily at yours, eyelids heavy but gaze wanting, "can we try again?"

“maybe if you earn it again…”

he groans, “fuck,” he presses his hips against yours, making you feel how hard he is under his pants, “but i need you so bad, mommy.”

hearing that word slip from his beautiful lips almost makes you melt into a puddle, right on his lap. if it weren’t for the way you were straddling him, your thighs would’ve immediately pressed together from the amount of need you were feeling. 

you press down on him just as eagerly, panting from the pressure of his hard cock against your aching clit. 

"yeah? you gonna be a good boy and fill me up?"

"mhmm~" his deep voice drones, vibrating from his chest against yours, "please let me -- i need to be inside of you."

you roll your hips against him, coaxing cute whimpers from him with every press.

"think you deserve it?" you taunt. san can't even answer you, merely nodding with his eyes squeezed shut, reveling in the feeling of your body grinding against his.

your hands move down from his neck, over his chest and stomach before settling right against his covered cock. you can feel the way he twitches under his pants, desperately begging for attention.

he groans when you press against him, the minimal pressure is already too much for him to handle.

"you're already so hard for me." you stroke him over his pants, feeling the perfect contours of his erection even when separated by the fabric.

"m'always hard for you" he slurs, hips subtly flexed upwards in an attempt to feel more of you.

"let me see." you unbutton his pants with ease and use a bit of force to pull them off just far enough to reveal his pretty cock and the top of his legs. his blushing tip weeps delicately with beads of cum, already spilling against his shaft -- evidence of how close he already is to the edge.

when you wrap your hand around him, his body stiffens and his hands instantly grip over the top of your thighs to ground himself.

"w-wait...not yet--" he begs, head thrown back in ecstasy.

you haven't even done anything yet.

"sannie," you can feel him throbbing against your fingers, "baby, are you okay?"

"d-don't move." he shudders, "i m-might--"

you watch his facial expressions closely as you squeeze your fist around him, nearly drooling from the way his eyebrows scrunch together with intensity.

"oops..." you fail to hide your smile but it doesn't matter, he can't see it anyway. you swipe your thumb against the edge of his tip, massaging that sweet spot as his legs begin to shake.

you slip your other hand under his shirt, feeling up his muscled torso to his heaving chest. his skin is warm and smooth against your fingers and it makes you want to leave pretty marks all over him.

his back arches when you lazily drag your index finger against his nipple. you circle your finger around it experimentally and the needy bud hardens from your teasing touch.

"sensitive boy..." you hum.

he whimpers sweetly, "t-too much--"

you ignore his words and pinch his nipple. his mouth opens and he's barely able to take a handful of breaths before he's crying out in broken moans and thrusting against your hand. you work him through it with hushed praises, letting him fuck your fist until he's too weak to continue.

you take your other hand and run your fingers through his hair lovingly as his climax moves through him before caressing the back of his flushed neck. his overstimulated body shivers against your gentle touch, but he still leans into it.

he made a mess.

his cum spurted all over -- spilling over your hand and dripping on your lap -- so now, your pants (and his) are ruined. when san finally calms down a bit, he peeks down at the mess as well.

"i-i'm sorry, i tried to hold it in..." he stares at you with rounded eyes, sparkling with shame and embarrassment.

you tilt your head as you regard the flushed man before you, "if you're gonna be so messy, clean it up." he cowers slightly at your taunting words.

"h-how..."

you lift the hem of his shirt wordlessly and -- after a moment of confusion -- he obediently raises his arms to let you take it off. he watches on with a surprised expression as you bundle it up and use it to wipe your hands and lap.

"what? you thought i'd make you lick it up?" you tease, "didn't know you were that much of a pervert."

"i-no, i d-don't know." he stammers.

you accidentally brush against him as you're cleaning up and his body jolts harshly from the feeling. you gently move the shirt away and notice that he's still hard.

how the fuck--

he can feel your stare.

"u-um...it's..." he attempts to cover himself up with his hands, "this is normal." you throw his shirt to the side and take him by the wrists. you move his hands away and his cock twitches from your attention.

"is it?" when you look up at his face he's blushing, thoroughly embarrassed by his needy body.

"only...when i think of you." he says quietly, "y-you can just ignore it though." he stares at the way your smaller hands wrap around his wrists.

cute.

just to see what he'd do, you put his hands on your body, leading them up from your hips to your chest. he immediately gropes your tits in his large hands, letting out a pathetic noise.

"didn't know you were so insatiable..." you push him away and get off of his lap. he whines from the loss of contact but as soon as he sees you start to strip for him, he's silent, watching on in awe.

you pull off your shirt but leave your bra on -- just another way to tease and deprive him of what he wants. next, you shimmy off your pants before throwing them in his lap.

"look at the stains you left on them," you pout, "those were new." (no they weren't) "you're gonna have to buy me a new pair."

"yeah, o-ok, i'll buy you anything you want..." san ignores the pants and continues to stare at you with a cute spaced-out expression, refusing to miss even a second of you nearly naked in front of him.

he looks so good sitting there, waiting so patiently for you. his broad shoulders -- that stretch every shirt he owns -- lift every so often with the deep breaths he's taking.

his bare body is tan and fucking chiseled, you swear you could get off just grinding on his stupidly perfect abs. and the way he's keeping his hands to himself, despite how eager his cock stands for you.

when you start to approach him again, he shoves the stained clothing away to make room for you. you caress his face as you settle on top of him again.

"don't worry, baby, i'll help you."

"fuck, please."

back on top of him, you roll your hips so your covered cunt just barely grazes his hard cock. he lets out a helpless groan from the bare touch.

"oops, i forgot to take these off..." you snap the waistband of your panties against your hips, "is it okay if we just shove them to the side?" you ask, guiding his hand to feel the lace that decorates the edges.

he tugs at the fabric with thinly veiled frustration. you're surprised he hasn't lost it already. you loop your arms around his neck, letting him touch as much of you as he wants.

his hand travels under your thighs to press right over your clothed center.

"just don't mess these up too, okay?"

"i'll try my best" he presses the pads of his fingers against your cunt, feeling your wet slick soak through the thin fabric of your underwear. "f-fuck, you're already dripping."

"i'm all ready for you, sannie..." you press your hips against his hand, "you could probably just slip it right in" you whisper.

that's all the convincing it takes for him to push his hand under the fabric and run his finger against the soft lips of your cunt.

"feels good, baby~" you shove your face against the crook of his neck, mouthing and nipping against his skin. he hums gratefully at the praise -- it almost sounds like he's purring.

your slick coats his fingers as he rubs them against your sopping hole, gently pressing into you until you stretch around him. you bite your lip as he thrusts into you shallowly, barely able to finger-fuck you correctly because of how far his arm is stretched around your body.

you swear you're making a mess of his hand, dripping everywhere because of how much you want him inside of you. you pull your face away from his neck, eyes locking with his, "sannie, just fuck me."

you lift your hips up enough to press his weeping cock against you.

"b-but what about--"

you pull him in for a kiss and he immediately leans into it, melting against you once again. if you weren't so horny, you'd gush over how easy he is for you.

"don't worry, baby, i can take it."

san listens, pulling your panties to the side so he can position himself against you. he runs his cock against the seam of your cunt a few times to lubricate himself enough before slowly pushing against you. you press down at the same time, legs shaking slightly as your body stretches to accommodate his size.

"o-oh, fuck!" he chokes out, overwhelmed by the feeling of your soaking cunt sucking him in. you both moan when you sit all the way down, letting him fill you to the brim.

"mm...you fill me up so good, baby." you sigh, starting to roll your hips against him. he's so big that he presses against all the special spots inside of you with every move you make.

his hips involuntarily jerk upwards every time you lift your hips away from him, desperately needing to feel you all around him. he'd probably like cockwarming, you think -- or you would think if he wasn't fucking the thoughts from your mind.

"m-mommy, it's -- too much--" his hands wrap around your waist, squeezing faint bruises into your skin as he grapples with the feeling of your tightness fluttering around him.

your head tilts back as you speed up against him, "be good, sannie..." your breaths come out short and labored, "let mommy use your cock -- mm...fuck, yes." your mind is hazy as he hits all the right places inside of you.

he whines, pressing his face against your chest as you move against him, "i don't think i'm going to last." he twitches inside of you, already worked up to the edge.

"then go ahead," you breathe, "cum in me."

you feel the way his hips flex at the thought of filling you up, of making a mess out of you.

"i-i shouldn't..." he says -- but he's fucking up against you harder.

"why not, sannie?" you taunt, "don't want to get me pregnant?"

he lifts his head from your chest to look at you, "p-pregnant?"

"mhm," you smile down at him, "give me your babies so i can't go anywhere."

you're suddenly pressed against his hips, hard, his cock stretching you to your limit. you can feel him everywhere. you moan loudly, cunt fluttering uncontrollably from the intense pleasure he's pressing into you.

"you'd be mine?" he questions with an eager tone, almost innocently so. you can feel the way he throbs inside of you, just a touch away from tipping over the edge.

he refuses to move until you answer him.

so you try to. at least with the 1% of brain power he leaves you with.

"a-and you'd be mine." you can barely focus on the words you want to say.

san starts to shallowly thrust into you, "i'm already yours..."

"then i'm yours too."

his hands cradle your face as you continue to move against each other more desperately. he guides your face to his, pressing his lips against yours messily, teeth dragging and tongues mingling.

it's like he's only doing it to taste you. to feel you because he can't believe you're real. to claim your whole body because he can't take being away from you, even by a few centimeters.

you reach your highs together, moving perfectly in sync until you're both shaking in pleasure. you feel his hot cum fill you up, spurt after spurt -- so much in fact, you can feel it start to drip out of you, down his cock, and onto his lap.

"fuck, i might actually get pregnant from this." you say to yourself.

you feel him twitch inside of you again.

well, shit.

[classyrbf]

masseur!geto who had to replace your usual masseuse on their vacation week. You were quite surprised to walk in and find a handsome man in the room, greeting you in the most softest voice you’ve ever heard. You were getting your usual full body massage which of course included getting completely naked. You felt quite nervous when his hands started working their way into your skin, digging deep into the tense muscle, but it’s what you needed after a long work week. You noted how warm and big his hands were, groping at your skin so easily and rubbing the oil in. You also noted how close his hands would get when massaging your thighs, letting his fingers ghost near your bare cunt. He couldn’t see it, right? Wrong. The towel you had covered up with was just slightly too up high, giving him just a peek.

“You have such soft skin already,” he says, nearly whispering in your ear as his runs his hand along your back. “Do you moisturize often?” He asks.

“Y-yeah, every other day—ah!” A small moan erupted from your chest as his hands worked into your back. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean—”

“No, no, it’s fine. It happens more often than you think,” he chuckled. “Is it this spot here that felt good?” He pressed into your back again, another small moan of relief escaping. He smirked to himself, continuously massaging the spot. “You’re so tense,” he sighed. “Can I try something new for you? I swear it’ll help.” His hands moved back down to your legs, fingers pressing into the fat of your thighs.

“Go ahead.” You gulped, keeping as still as possible. His oiled hands met the crease where your ass and thighs met, moving slightly inward. You hoped he didn’t notice it, how turned on you were. Was it even noticeable? Either way it was embarrassing, but it’s probably happened a lot, right? No, he’s going to think you’re an absolute pervert. You took a deep breath in, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Take a deep breath for me, yeah?” His voice was so gentle but so deep at the same time. You tried to shake those lustful thoughts out of your head, imagining him whispering in your ear and praising you every step of the way. God, have you really been this pent up that now you’re imagining sexual interactions with complete strangers? Eventually, you took in a breath, preparing for something life changing.

Your body slightly jolted, eyes wide open when you felt his fingers brush against your bare cunt, his fingers grazing over the skin ever so slightly, enough to make your heart race. But, you didn’t stop him, no, no. Instead, you let him continue, your breath hitching when he took his thumbs and spread your pussy open like he owned it. “Mmm,” he hummed, “I see where your issue is.” You felt him press him body weight against you, his breath fanning over your skin. Goosebumps quickly littered your skin, shivers sending down your spine.

“A-ah, oooh!” His fingers slowly stretched you open, a blissful sigh leaving your lips. His free hands caressed your thigh, moving higher up to remove the towel that was barely covering you. He slowly pumped his fingers, making sure every inch of them were coated with your slick. It felt like your whole body was burning up, both from embarrassment and excitement. You bit down on your bottom in attempts to muffle your moans, afraid that other clients would hear you. It was hard, especially when such an attractive man had his fingers stuffed deep inside you.

“Turn over for me.” He smirked, slowing his movements while he helped you turn over on your back, getting a full view of your body from the front. Your skin glistening from the oil, your nipples perky, begging to be sucked on. Oh, and that face of yours, those eyes that held all your desires and pleasures. He could see just how badly you wanted his fingers. “Remember to relax.” His eyes raked over your body, his hands moving down between your legs again. Without him even having to ask, you parted your legs for him, his thumb pressing down on your throbbing clit. He slowly began rubbing in circles, your breathy whimpers filling his ears. “What a good girl.” He hummed, running his hand up your chest, taking your nipple between his fingers and pinching it slightly.

“D-do you do this with all your clients?” You jokingly ask, sucking in a breath. You prop yourself up on your elbows, wanting to watching the way his pretty hands work you so well. He is an expert after all. He puts more pressure on your clit, your hips bucking forward.

You hear him let out a soft laugh. “Does it matter? As long as I do my job, right? Making sure you’re as relaxed as possible? Just enjoy it.” His fingers move from your clit back down to your sopping entrance, two of his fingers pushing their way past your folds. You let out a gasp, your body shuddering underneath his touch. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. I got you. Just allow yourself to feel all of it.” He curls his finger up, pressing against your g-spot each time his fingers drag along your gummy walls.

Your heart beat grows louder, pounding in your ears like a drum. You don’t know how he’s doing this, making your entire body feel hot, your pussy so wet, you’re so unbelievably turned on you can’t even feel embarrassed about it anymore. “Faster, please,” you beg, brows burrowing in pleasure as you continue to watch his movements. He doesn’t say a word but listens to your request, your pussy squelching around his fingers as he picks up the pace. “Oh, fuck.” Your toes curl at the sensation.

His other hand comes down to press on your lower stomach, taking enjoyment in watching the way your eyes roll back and your pussy tightening around his fingers the closer you get. “Does that feel good, baby? Am I hitting all the right spots?” He looks down at you with lustful eyes, bringing his hand up to meet your throat, a firm grip on it but not exactly choking you. You look at him with teary eyes, nodding at him, unable to control your porn star like moans. “Yeah? Yeah?” He coos, staring directly at you while he obliterates your pussy with just his fingers. “I can feel you’re about to cum, aren’t you? You’re right on that edge, baby.”

“Please, please,” is all you manage to say, staring at him with the most desperate look of your life. You can feel that pressure building up quickly, just hint of what’s about to be the strongest orgasm you’ve had in a while. “I’m so close,” you say barely above a whisper. You pussy grows wetter and wetter with each passing second, and it takes everything in you not to completely let go right this second.

His eyes never leave yours, his arms flexing as he goes faster and harder, obsessed with how fucked out you look. “Can’t be too loud, baby, okay? You can cum for me, but keep that pretty mouth quiet.” You quickly nod in agreement, biting so hard on your bottom lip you’re afraid you might draw blood. “Go ahead, let it out for me. Let it—oh fuck, good girl. Keep fucking going.” Clear liquid gushes from your pussy and all over fingers, your squirt coating your thighs and the table below you. Your moans grow too loud, your entire body quivering in pleasure. “Shh, shh” His lips quickly land on yours, kissing you. “It’s a lot baby, but you can take it,” he says in between kisses. He’s greedy, wanting to drain you of every lost drop and drag out your orgasm as long as possible.

“Oh my god,” you pant, finally overcoming your orgasm, your body feeling like jelly. “Holy shit.” You gulp, sitting there trying to gather your thoughts. He presses one last kiss to your lips, slowly removing his fingers.

“Feel better?” He asks with a sly look on his face, grabbing a clean towel to wipe you off with.

“Y-yeah,” your voice is still shaky, “thank you.”

“Of course.” He wipes off your thighs. “Here, let me help you up.” He grabs your hand, guiding you off the table that soaked in your juices. You cover your face in embarrassment, uttering an apology. “Nothing to be sorry for. Let’s me know that you actually enjoyed it.” He knows he’ll quickly have to clean and disinfect it before the other person comes in. He smiles, grabbing another extra towel for you to wrap in. “I’ll let you get dressed and you can pay at the front. I had a nice time with you.”

“Me too, a really nice time.” He laughs at your words before walking to the door to give you privacy. You turned away as well to grab your clothes but then turned back, quickly stopping him. “Wait! Do you accept tips?”

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