#inverted reader

[bittertomato]

This parallel was not something I expected on my Lostbelt 6 bingo card

[itta34deangelis]

Peter: Darling i love you but-

Peter: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!!

Me: uh... If i told you i found it in the park would you believe me?

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(Yep, I'm back after such a long time. sorry for the delay XD)

[glitchysquidd]

Someone wanted to know more about my Y/N or well who you are as the Reader.

I will not lie alot about them and how they act is based off myself and how I want to be when I am older.

I legitimately want to have a motorcycle.

Okay, so Y/N has a lot of physical scars from working as a tech and a big ol' knee problem, they got surgery on their right knee as a kid. They personally cut their brow to look more punkish, trying to act tough but well, is just a ball of big ol' anxiety.

They have three tattoos, a big one on their back, one on their shoulder, and one on their ankle. They almost always cover them.

Especially cover the shoulder one before going to work.

They have a small gauge in both their ears along with two other piercings around the top bit of their ears.

And lastly they ride a red Harley Davidson.

Can't forget their chihuahua Taco <3

[dat-bruv-person]

#LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME!

a/n: guys I am unstoppable.

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly, tw: yandere themes and toxic behaviour, suggestive themes

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He is obsessed with you. Actually, no, that's an understatement. He is infatuated with you to the point of no return. It's not his fault that you're so stunning and have a nice personality! He just wants you to step on him and call him yours, he wants you to shield him away from everyone and everything, to be just as smitten as he is. He wants you to be jealous and take his dignity, to snap one day and mark him up so that everyone can see who he belongs to. Only heaven knows how long he spends a day dreaming about being your husband (some on this list have dreamed it more than others, namely Inverted!Todoroki and Bakugou) and how much he hears for you to talk to him. He doesn't want you conversing with the little waste of space that you're engaging with right now! He's much more interesting! He wants to rip his hair out now. Stop wasting your beautiful voice on them!! Fine, keep talking if you want, he'll just stare at your lips whilst you talk. A few years have passed, and he's still not over you. He can't stop thinking about you ruining him; so love him. Love. Him. LOVE HIM.

- Inverted!Todoroki, Inverted!Bakugou, Diluc, Xiao, Kunikuzushi, Alhaitham, Thoma, Deku

[weebsinstash]

you know, it may not ever actually be explained or built upon but one thing I've been thinking about a lot recently is like. Hazbin Hotel lowkey has MHA Quirk mechanics and not enough people are having fun with that. we got one guy who can modify his body with technology and can augment and change himself at will and can go into TVs, use electro-based teleportation, hypnosis, his TV head is also a cellphone, then we got another guy who can summon shadowy minions, change people's clothes, create vestiges made of darkness that can absolutely wreck people's shit, his shadow is some kind of familiar and inner peek at his deeper emotions, and I'm also pretty fucking sure the whole "making a magical contract that cannot be disobeyed" is something anyone in Hell can do, the Overlords are just the best and most powerful options

like WHO can actually do WHAT and will it ever be properly explained?

As a fanfic writer I don't actually inherently care about all of the worldbuilding specifics; I just love having the option of giving Reader insert characters fun ass kickin powers and personally I think 90% of this cast would LOVE watching you beat someone up

[isorottatime]

okay i like the kanan parallel + how her long hair represents her not taking care of herself but it should be shittily dyed & grown out with an azula-style fringe cause otherwise she’s just a conventional tiktok girl

(pose referenced from mellon_soup on insta + patreon)

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[androdragynous]

if your ttrpg is in a pdf please consider: inverted text/bg color version

[haxorus-imp]

[A grin that’s not so warm...] - Inverted Sun Oneshot

Summary: You left something really important in the daycare, the problem is...the lights are ON and something is inside waiting for you. Fandom: FNAF Security Breach (AU: Inverted Sun) Characters: Inverted!Sun and Reader (no relationship) Warnings: Bruises and bodily injury are noted, but not too in detail. Length: 6K A/N: “Here you go, @glitchysquidd ! I’m Cosmica and I finished that writing I wanted to do for you! I hope you enjoy it! I’ll cross post it to my AO3 as well.” --Story Below--

Fuck your life. Why did this have to happen on the night right before the weekend? You silently grumble as you look into the daycare through the sound-proof windows. Your eyes squinting as you see a familiar reflective glint of your car keys sitting on top of one of the kid-sized tables in the depths of the daycare. Sitting there. Mocking you in the light.

Yes. In the lights of the Superstar Daycare.

It may not seem unusual, the place was still about an hour from closing and your shift wasn’t over until 30 minutes after closing…so what was the big deal? Well…the daycare was normally dark and the Moon animatronic tended to be inside…and you were warned countless times to never go into the daycare when the lights were ON. It was an unusual request, but one you followed nonetheless. You still needed your job after all. But now, you were in a serious pickle. The daycare lights have switched to their ‘day cycle’ and you left a valuable item inside the daycare that was essential in getting you back home. Maybe you’ll finish your tasks next time before getting distracted by Moon next time…or just start checking your pockets more often. You could just run in there really quick and snatch your keys and leave just as fast as you came. But you have a very vivid memory of…something wandering the daycare in the light.

Something very…unsettling. You still remember seeing it once when you were passing by on your nightly route to collect gum from under the tables in the arcade. A large form was walking about the daycare. Something that looked…unnatural. Large and shadowy…with spikes on its head and a lumbering stride …with tiny glowing red eyes and a wide unnatural smile. Dressed in faded reds and bleached yellows. It was 12 feet in height, just like Moon was…but it wasn’t Moon. While you were squinting to get a better look, you saw it gaze in your general direction. You never dove behind a wall so fast to hide and your heart was thundering loudly in your chest from the encounter. You just felt like you were in danger while in that…thing’s line of sight.

Thankfully, you didn’t have a task that involved being near the daycare that night. You didn’t even look around the corner. You merely left the vicinity of the daycare as soon as you could. But now…you had to go inside the belly of the beast to retrieve your car keys that you stupidly forgot. You anxiously wiggle your leg and pat your face a couple of times. Trying to psych yourself up enough to open the large wooden doors that stood between you and the inside of the illuminated daycare. ‘In and out…In and out…just run in there and grab the keys as quietly as you could then leave. In and out…in and out…I gotta do this, I can’t walk home or stay here overnight…’  You mentally think, staring at the door handles once more. ‘You can do it, you can do it. It’s not around, but you can do it. The longer you wait the worse it’ll be. Just go in…’ You take a deep breath as your heart rate has already begun to elevate. You reach for the handle and, as painfully slowly as you could, you open the large wooden doors. They let out minuscule creaks as they’re opened and once the gap is big enough, you slip inside the daycare and close it with just as much care. You wince a bit as the large door clicks in place, but once nothing happens, you turn around to see the lit daycare on the inside for the first time. It was…surprisingly filthy. Lots of the play structures were covered in a thin layer of grime and even some of the fairy lights that were strewn about had some wear and tear on them. Possibly from kids tugging and pulling on them. There were various faded stains of unknown origin speckling the tiles and the floor mats. Dust and filth could be seen in the cracks and crevices on some of the play structures, giving this place a very…neglected feel. If a Health Investigator saw any of this, there would be no doubt that Bonnie’s Pizzaplex would be fined for healthcode violations. But the only thing you could think of while you walked through the play area towards your keys was ‘Damn Moon, you live like this?’. Were the mystery stains possibly juice? Crayons? Sauce from meals? Wait…was that one a little too…black to be…no! No! No! Focus! Get your keys and leave! You shake your head and refocus your attention on the sparkling keys that were donned with your favorite trinket, you picked up the keys with a silent victory shout. Jingle, Jingle, Jingle… You take a moment to pause and look around. Your ears are listening to something…ringing? Like a bell? You shake your keys lightly in response to the jingling, thinking that it was simply them, but when the sounds don't match up you begin to nervously look around the illuminated daycare. You tune into your surroundings as you tiptoe away from the children's furniture. Slowly making your way back to the large wooden doors as you listen to the atmosphere of the empty daycare. There’s an audio track playing in the background over the speakers that sounds like…a song? It was muffled and sounded like it was struggling to play in some places, but it definitely was a song. Besides that, there was only the soft padded sounds of your tiptoes meeting the playmats as you walked over them. Then, you hear it again. The jingling…except it sounded louder. You freeze in place to listen. Jingle, Jingle, Jingle… Jingle, Jingle, Jingle…

Then, there came a sudden feeling of dread as you felt your heartbeat skyrocket as the jingling sounded closer than ever. You hurried to step into the play structure that was lined with netting and pillars that were covered in thick cushioning. Hiding behind the coil of a slide as you hear it draw nearer. Then, the jingling was accompanied by something that made your blood grow cold. Large footsteps. Thud, Jingle, Thud, Jingle… Thud, Jingle, Thud, Jingle… Then, it emerges from somewhere on the opposite side of the play structure. A tall lumbering figure with red pins for eyes and a face that bore a grin filled with ill intentions steps out into the main area in between the play structures. Right where you were standing not moments ago. You cover your mouth and hold your breath as it looks around. The large way-too-sharp-looking blades spin around its head and creak as its eyes flick back and forth across the daycare. The bells on its body barely make any noise as it coils its head around on the bendable neck. It can be seen twitching as you silently and slowly slink further into your hiding place. Now you know how those kids in Jurassic Park felt. You stay there as it stands not too far away from you. Ducking down as its head swivels in the direction of your hiding place. You hold your hand tightly over your mouth as you can see the shadow of it on the floor not too far away. You try not to panic and you struggle to keep your breathing under control. Your ‘fight or flight’ instinct tells you to get up and run from the danger. However, you stay put. Hiding and praying it does not find you. But you aren’t that fortunate now, aren’t you? Guess you must’ve been an unfortunate expendable extra today. Because a sudden chill runs down your spine and there’s another wave of dread that emerges deep within you. A powerful sense of being watched makes you shudder and you dared to look over your shoulder. Eyes. The eyes of the menacing animatronic were staring down at you from around the curvature of the slide. With a wide grin filled with too many teeth and eyes like a shark that stare into your very soul. Your gazes locked briefly before you let out a loud scream as it lunges at you and grabs your forearm tightly in its grasp. Pulling you out of your hiding place, you dangle from its steely grip like a useless ragdoll. Your eyes were wide with fear as you felt the pain hit you seconds later as it carried you by your one arm back out into the open. The open where you were in the light. Where you were exposed. 

You were placed down, roughly mind you, yet it’s grip didn’t release from your forearm. You stare up at the 12 foot horror as you tremble slightly before it as it studies you with those eyes that change over to a bright yellow with a single white pupil in one. A moment of silence passes before the rays spin in rotation once and the robot lets go of your arm, but scoops you up into its tight and unyielding embrace instead. Making you gasp and stutter in both pain and shock. The robot spins you around with just its torso, giving you a bit of whiplash as the robot finally speaks for the first time ever. “I found you!!” The robot says with the tone of a crazy showman, jittery and unhinged. “You…you ‘found’ me??” You could only say as he finally ceases the spin cycle he had you in. “Oh yes, yes, yes! You’re here so very very late, why? Are we having a sleepover? Are you waiting for your parents?” The giant robot fires off, his eyes a bright yellow as his lone pupil flickers in his socket. You could only stand in stunned silence as the robot pretty much threw you through 3 different loops. First, it says that it ‘found you’ just like you two were playing a game or something. Secondly, you work the nightshift. Aren’t all the robots in the facility supposed to be aware of this so they don’t alert security or call the cops? Lastly, where were your parents?? You’re an adult! Your silence seems to slightly irritate the large terrifying animatronic, but it just hums in a slightly indifferent manner. “A rather shy one, aren’t you? That’s alright! Don’t worry, little one! I’ll keep you company until your parents arrive to pick you up!” The large robot clicks its non-existent tongue as his large hands keep firmly holding you up from under your arms. You blink dumbly at him. Was this thing for real? What is even happening right now?? This is…utterly terrifying, sure. But does it have a problem with its eyes? Maybe the facial recognition just wasn’t functioning? You never even came to the plex when you were a kid…just…what was WRONG with this thing? You see its yellow eyes flicker again. An early sign of impatience, you assume. “I guess you must be a child with parents that tell them not to talk to strangers. Which is very very good! Never talk to strangers, but I’m your best pal! I’m SUN!” The robot continues despite your silence. That made your ears perk up a bit. ‘Sun’? So this robot certainly wasn’t Moon…was there two different animatronics? Why haven’t you seen Sun in the daycare if that’s the case? Was he discontinued or something? “What’s your name, little one?” Sun inquiries, its head slowly tilting to the right. But it looked anything but innocent. You decided to not stay silent this time, afraid that you might make him angry. You introduce yourself and he seems to brighten up at you finally saying something to him in return. “Oh, Oh! What a lovely name! Now we’re no longer strangers!” He booms. You merely hold back the strong urge to roll your eyes. ‘Typical move that kidnappers do to take children away, dude.’ You think. Then, you find yourself yelping as he pulls you in close. Similar to how a child would be carried by their parents, you find yourself looking over his shoulder towards your freedom. Your anxiety grows as the large wooden doors grow farther and farther away the more ‘Sun’ walks. “We can play games all night until your parents come to pick you up~! Tag, Hide and Seek, Charades, Drawings, Cops and Robbers, Puppet Shows, Finger Paint, and we can drink Fizzy Faz until our heads explode!!” Sun rambles as you grow more nervous. You REALLY need to get out of here. This was simply getting ridiculously uncomfortable. You tap on his shoulder to get his attention. “Can you please put me down?” You say, wiggling a bit. “Oh? Does my best friend don’t like to be held? Sorry, sorry! Here–” To which he practically nearly THROWS you to the ground, in which you stumble slightly on your feet. “There you go! All better now! We can start playing some games now!” You grunt and huff, tired of being handled roughly by this jovial brute. Enough with this nonsense. “Sun…look. I’m not a kid!” You say, to which the large robot squints at you with his eyes. The yellow in them significantly grows paler as you steel your nerves and continue. “I’m an adult! An employee even! I still have other tasks to do before my shift is over. I just came in here to get the keys for my car!” You explain. You even pull out the keys to show them to the large robot. Holding them out with your fingers as the trinket dangled from the keyring. You really hoped that the bot would just…leave you to get back to work. Sun looks at the keys then back at you, before suddenly yanking them away from you. You stare in pure shock as the large sun-themed robot waggles a long finger at you in a ‘no-no’ manner. Like one a mother would give a mere child. “Back Talking is rude, sunshine. As a punishment, I’m taking your toy. You can have it back when you behave.” Sun scolds. “I–What?! Hey!” You snap, jumping up to try and get your car keys back. Obviously, the 12 ft animatronic had no issues keeping them out of reach. “Give them back! I need those!” “Ah, ah, ah! No can do!” Sun’s faceplate turns at an angle as his yellow eyes flicker again. You grow frustrated as your attempts to get your keys back go nowhere. “It’s not a toy, Sun! Those are my car keys! Give them back!!” You say as you continue to jump. “No. No. Keep it up and I’ll have no choice but to put you in…” As you make for another attempt to grab your keys, you suddenly find yourself being stared down upon with a blackened pair of eyes that make you freeze. “In time out.” Despite the childish nature of the threat, the glare that the robot was giving you was far from anything so innocent. Deep in its black eyes…you could see malicious intent. How could a robot with a stiff faceplace look so…angrily tense?? You freeze and after a moment to think it over, you slowly nod in submissiveness, holding back your remarks to the best of your abilities as Sun squints at you and wordlessly attaches your car keys to one of the ribbons around his hands. Then, he pats your head like a dog. As much as you wanted to bite him, you knew it would be a death sentence. So you sit there and take it. “Good. Good. Now, let's begin to play some games! Hurry, Hurry!” Sun urges as he forcefully turns you around and begins to push you further into the daycare for a round of games. You could only look at your keys longingly before you were subjected to his will. Just how were you going to get out of the daycare with this nightmare-fuel animationic constantly bugging you? Let alone do it in the next hour? You just hoped you could figure something out until then. You just needed to ‘behave’ long enough to get your keys back from Sun and book it out of the daycare. When the first opportunity to grab your keys shows up, you would take it.

Well…that was the plan originally. Now you were practically bruised, scraped, sore, and tired all at once. These “games” that Sun was subjecting you to was nothing short of unusual torture. The first thing you both played was ‘tag’. In which, the image of a large hulking 12 ft animatronic with a demented face chasing after you would now forever haunt you in your nightmares and while you sleep. He also wasn’t gentle in grabbing you. Your shoulder still felt like it was pulled out of its socket because of him grabbing you so harshly. The next game was ‘catch’. Sounded simple, right? Not quite. Sun had decided to utilize the painted softball that the children in the daycare would play with while they were playing freeze tag. It should’ve been easy. What you didn’t expect was for Sun to throw the softball at what looked like MACH SPEED and nail you in the chest. The force of the impact threw you back into the ballpit and nearly knocked you out. Your chest is sporting a large bruise now. At least Sun was happy that you caught the ball. You managed to convince him to give you a break with a drawing activity, but it didn’t last long until he had you playing ANOTHER game. Now you found yourself knocked back on your ass again after playing ‘cops and robbers’. You, sadly, were the robber. Sun didn’t hold anything back when he tackled you. Causing you to skid roughly on the floor and give you a major case of floor rash on your side and hip. The bruising was also pretty bad. That was when you decided that you needed to just get OUT of here. This robot was going to kill you! Sun practically gave meaning to ‘someone will die of fun’ and like hell it was gonna be you. So now here you are. Currently sitting in your ‘jail cell’, which was just a little box that Sun had covered over the top of your head, and you begin to think of a plan to get your keys from Sun and escape. You just…you can’t get AWAY from this robot! He’s always around, waiting for you to get up and play another stupid game! Sometimes he would even force you to your feet, even while dazed. Even now, out of the corner of your eye, he’s sitting not a foot away from you. Staring into your soul with those yellow eyes, just waiting for you to say ‘I wanna be a good citizen’ to get out of jail. At least in this moment in time, you manage to have a moment of respite from his constant badgering and beatdowns. Your eyes flick to your keys. To which, your car keys are still firmly attached to his ribbon. Reaching out and grabbing them would just be an invitation for him to give you an ass-whooping, if he doesn’t just flat out murder you first, so you refrain from doing that. You were running out of time and needed to get out of here. He has held you prisoner for almost 40 minutes now. Chasing, grabbing, tackling, and exhausting you at every step he could. Even now, you could see his finger tapping with growing intensity and impatience. You glance around the daycare, weighing your options. You could go for the doors…but Sun was FAST and he would no doubt catch you if he wasn’t compromised first. There’s also a good chance he may have locked them, seeing as you saw him hanging around the doors when he put you in ‘jail’. You could go for the slide…but there’s a chance you’ll slip and fall right back into the daycare and right into the embrace of this killer animatronic. Moon was nowhere to be seen, so you’ll doubt he’ll even be of help. Then…something piques your interest. The play structures. The structures were just close enough to where the glass of the windows ended and the loose netting of the guard-nets began. There was a sizable gap over the glass frame and under the netting that you could fit through…but there was a decent fall on the other side. By now, you’ll take a broken limb over being run down to death by Sun. Now how to get him over to them…? . . . Then, you get an idea. You just hope it works. “I want to be a good civilian.” You finally say to the impatient Sun. “Ho Ho! You took a while!” Sun says with a hint of impatience in his voice as he rips the box off your head and forcefully makes you stand again. “Come, Come! We must play another game!” “Okay, then I want to play ‘hide and seek’ again.” You agree, to which Sun seems to grow excited. Since he was the only one ‘picking’ the games for a while there, aka all night. “Good choice! Good choice!” Sun praises and you hurry to cut him off. “And you’re it.” You continue. Sun seems taken aback, but quickly agrees. Nodding his head. “Yes! I’m it! I’m it!” He giddily agrees. It was a shame that he has some level of charm that’s quickly muted by his rough ways of ‘playing’ and his terrifying appearance. But that wasn’t gonna stop you from escaping. “Okay! I’m gonna go hide while you count to 20! You try to find me and no peeking!” You say in a falsely playful manner to which Sun nods eagerly in response. “1…2…” Sun begins to count as he covers his eyes. You run away from him as you stride over to the play structure. Taking a quick glance at the large double doors just to weigh your options and finding them BENT SHUT. Even from your place inside the daycare, you could tell the doors were jammed. There was NO WAY you would survive if you made this particular robot angry. If he was capable of bending doors of that size, he could snap your spine like a twig. You really needed to get out of here! You just hoped that this plan would work. “5…6…” You hear him continuing to count as you search the structure. Seeing as the top of the structure was nearly at the perfect height for you to grapple the ledge over the glass, you now quickly memorize the way up to the top of the structure. “10…11…” You search the lower part of the structure. Trying to find something REALLY specific…you hoped it had it. “14…15…” Then, you finally find it! A particular segment in the play structure had a gap between two segments that were lined with the black mesh netting that surrounded the inside of the play area. You could worm your way behind it and maybe…just maybe…Sun would get stuck long enough for you to get your keys and bail over the glass wall. While he was very big, strong, and scary…Sun seemed immature in his mannerisms and may not be too bright. If his facial recognition and delusional state would allow it, he would fail to assess the safety hazard before it was too late. “18…19…” You get into position and wait for Sun to come find you.Taking in a deep breath as Sun finishes. “20!! Ready or not, here I come!!” Sun loudly announces as you stand in plain sight in between the gap that would be the perfect clamp to keep Sun at bay. You wait, hearing heavy footsteps wander around just out of sight. The deep rhythmic thuds fill you with dread as you take in the situation. If you fail…you would not get away alive. If you fell wrong while bailing…you would probably die. If he was smarter than you thought…you would be subjected to more playful torture. This was a true night of horrors and you would probably be traumatized after this night. But if you do make it out alive…you would CERTAINLY keep a pair of spare keys on you after this. So, you take a long deep breath as you hear the sound of the footsteps growing louder and the sound of jingling bells and rattling keys fills your ears. You decided to cover your eyes with your hands, just as a kid would. Then…you hear him round the corner. You steel your nerves as he charges. Thud, thud, THUD, THUD, THUDTHUDTHUD–CLUNKSSHHH!! You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound and freeze for a second before removing your hands from your eyes. Then, you let out a loud yelp as you see Sun reaching through that gap like you predicted. Fingertips mere inches from your face, clenching desperately to grab you. The gap managed to catch his arm between his elbow and forearm, limiting his movement. You could even see the look on Sun’s face as he quickly grows puzzled and tries to grab you again. Then, you finally see what you managed to accomplish. Sun had even used the hand that had your clinking keys wrapped around the ribbon. Then, you suddenly spring into action amongst his confusion. You grab the extra black netting from your side of the structure and throw it over his hand. Quickly wrapping it up and tangling it around his fingers and wrist. Then, you FINALLY make a grab for your keys. Happily snatching them from the crazy robot and stuffing them back into your coat pocket. After pocketing the keys, and a chunk of his ribbon in the process, you pat your pocket in approval. Now you just need to maximize your efforts to get to the top of the structure and BAIL out of this hellhole! You slip out from behind the structure and you see Sun try to lunge for you, but he is held in place by his pinned and tangled arm. Then, you see it as you run past him. Black eyes with red pupils. Sun was MAD. “Sorry, Sun! I have to go home now!!” You hurriedly shout as you run away from the bottom of the structure and begin to head up the ramps to the higher levels. Then, you hear it. Sun’s TRUE rage. “Rulebreaker! Rulebreaker! RULEBREAKER!! YOU ARE GOING TO TIME OUT!!!” You hear him roar furiously as you feel the entire structure shake. The only thing you could think of was ‘holy shit he was strong’ and ‘I gotta get the hell outta dodge like right NOW’. Adrenaline fuels your endeavor as you continue to ascend the structure. Despite the shaking, you continue your climb and you begin to scale the elastic straps to get to the very top of the structure when you hear a horrible noise come from below and the whole structure BUCKLE. Your eyes widen as you hear the familiar sound of large footsteps begin to come up the structure. It barely held him for 2 minutes and now you were booking it up the structure even faster now that you know that a 12 ft homicidal robot was in pursuit. Finally, you make it to the peak of the play area. Once at the top, you take a few seconds to gauge the jump to the glass barrier and the netting that surrounds the enclosure of the daycare. The sounds of Sun tearing through the structure made you not even consider the fall to the ground below. You panic a bit before you look over the edge to see about 200 pounds of rage-fueled metal begin to climb out of the tube at the top. With speed faster than you could predict, the animatrionic began to climb the straps to get to you. “CLIMBING TO THE TOP OF THE PLAY AREA IS AGAINST THE RULES! ESCAPING THE DAYCARE IS PROHIBITED! TIME OUT! TIME OUT!!” Sun screams in fury. It was either you risk the jump or you get torn asunder by the angered Sun. One was much more preferable than the other. So… You decided just to say fuck it. You jump. There was a moment of weightlessness as you soar through the air, then you roughly impact the safety net that hangs from the ceiling and you have your lower torso slam into the glass of the barrier. You gasp as you feel winded, but you manage to grapple onto the safety net and the top of the barrier. Still fueled by adrenaline, you worm your way over the barrier and half-hazardly roll your body over the frame of the glass panes. There was a brief freefall before the sound of a table being absolutely obliterated filled the room. You lay there in the splintered remains of the table. Letting out a wheezy breath of air as the pain managed to break through the adrenaline. After laying there for a few minutes, you finally slowly sit up. You groan and whimper in pain..but you were OUT of the daycare AND you were alive! The best scenario. You take a few moments to stand up, whining as the pain blossoms all over your abdomen as you right yourself. The last thing you expected to do at work was WWE a dining table into wood chips, but you’ll see another day at least. You take a moment to breathe and you feel your pocket with your keys safely tucked away in it. You sigh in relief…then turn your head to the side. Seeing a large menacing figure looking at you from inside the glass. Large black eyes with burning red pinpricks for pupils stare back at you in furious hate. His posture was menacing, his grin tight, and his rays were fully extended and even almost seemed to be fluttering in representation of his barely contained anger. Almost like a frill. He briefly reminded you of the Dilophosaurus from Jurassic Park. To which you should probably stop comparing this scary ass robot to dinosaurs from a cinematic movie. You stare at him as you begin to limp your way to the exit, his lumbering form following you along the glass barrier. His gaze not moving away for a millisecond. As you were walking, you took a look at his arm, finding the ripped ribbon and the limb that was now sporting a new scraped paint job. In a way, you felt kinda bad. You pause for a second to catch your breath. Still seeing him stand next to you, you sigh loudly and look at the large menace behind the glass that kept following you. “Look. I’m sorry I had to bail on you, but you were hurting me and keeping me from doing my job. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you really did a number on me. I can’t just stay with you all night. I’m an adult and an employee. I have a job to do…well…I hope I still have a job. No doubt they’re gonna ask me about the table tomorrow…” You explain. Looking at the large robot on the other side as he silently peers at you with those pin pricks for eyelights. Quickly growing uncomfortable with his staring and silence, you continue. “I…I’m gonna go home now. See you…whenever, I guess.” You finish, continuing to limp around the outside of the daycare. The robot still followed you in silence. You managed to get around to where the jammed wooden doors were, making sure to give them a wide berth as there was no way you were risking getting grabbed, and headed towards the exit. You begin to slowly walk up the stairs to get to the atrium when you hear a distinct sound. Tap, Tap, Tap. You turn to look at the daycare one last time. Seeing the large crazed robot standing at the glass. Steadily tapping it with his finger. You watched as his now blackened eyes stared into your own. Like a cat’s eyes that were overly dilated. He tilts his stiff faceplate in his mockery of innocence as you stare at him. Then, he makes a motion with his hands. It almost looked like he was grabbing at the glass…but after a few more seconds, you realized that he was pretending that he was grabbing you. From his perspective, you must’ve been smaller and he was using his hand to grab you from his perspective. Like how fathers mess with their children with how they ‘eat cars’ on the highway. You then turn towards him and stick a hand out. Giving him a finger waggle, just like he did to you earlier. You also shake your head in disagreement. He pauses and squints at you. Then, he changes his position and begins to…wave at you. Surprised, you take a moment to consider it…before you turned away abruptly and began to walk up the stairs. Ignoring the feeling of being watched as you left the hellhole that nearly cost you your life. With a quick message to management from your phone that you took a nasty fall down a large staircase, with pictures of your bruises to prove that you were indeed injured, you were allowed paid medical leave to recover. Most likely to avoid a lawsuit, since you ‘fell down the stairs and suffered moderate to severe injuries’. In essence, you were relieved. You clock out for the night, ignoring all the concerned animatronics and staff bots as you exit the building with not a minute to spare. On the way to your car, the sound of the shudders being activated made you look over your shoulder while you walked. Finally, the horrible beast was safely sealed away and you weren’t stuck in there with it. Once you were settled in your car, you drove away and didn’t even bother to look back in the mirror. Intent on enjoying your days off to recover from the absolute brutal treatment that Sun gave you. The moment you got home, you practically raced to the bathroom cabinet for pain killers and got a bag of ice for your back. After that, you were getting ready for bed. However, you gasp loudly after you take off your uniform. Revealing the intensity of the bruises that surrounded your body. The gripping, the tackling, the dragging around, and the ultimate table slam…your body looked black and blue all over. You could only wince as you KNEW you were going to feel ALL of this in the morning. But once you are all prepped and ready for bed, you limp over to the edge of your mattress and decide to fish out the things from your coat pockets. As you wouldn’t be wearing the uniform for a while, you might as well wash it, right? So you pick out your phone, your wallet, your ID, and finally your keys. You set most of them on your bedside table and merely toss the garment into the floor. Not feeling like walking it to the hamper right at that moment. You got snug in your bed and began to get comfortable. However, it was only then did you realize something. Something that you knew was off. You quickly sit up in your bed and look back at your nightstand once more. Hey…where was your little trinket? You blink as you notice the empty keyring…and merely sighed. It must’ve gotten ripped off when you snatched your keys from Sun’s ribbon. It wasn’t a big deal. If all you lost tonight was just a little novelty item, you were willing to take that loss. You get cozy again and finally get comfortable enough to fall asleep in record time. That didn’t mean your dreams were peaceful, however. Cause even in your dreams, that terrifying animatronic was there looming over your helpless form. With its evil gaze and its unnatural and imposing stature. Hovering over your terrified form. Giving you a grin that was not so warm.

[69honey]

my beain is full my brain cannot compregend more i love t AUYGGHFHhjk

goofy ahh inverted snuuy belongs to @glitchysquidd ! currently obsessing over their inverted sb au.........

[icedmetaltea]

Playing around w/ Inverted au

Inverted Sun is obsessed w/ sewing for some reason. He isn't necessarily *good* at it, though...

He constantly repurposes clothing, and those red ruffly things (do I look like I know what they're called?? Don't judge!) get worn out and torn up over time so he adds random red pieces of cloth to it.

He wears extra bells on each arm to make sure nobody might run into him while sewing, but he isn't allowed out during the day anymore bc of the virus so it's kind of pointless now.

Moon lets him do his own thing in their room (more or less a crafting room) as long as he stays put during business hours. Of course, nothing is ever easy when a snoopy Y/N appears...

[cognitosclowns]

hello again 🧍, id like to request a sub Jr, I CAN NOT LIVE WITHOUT HIM I SWEAR 😭, more of public teasing :)

PLEASE THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIT <3333 I LOVE MESSING WITH THIS LITTLE BASTARD MAN <333. (I mostly envisioned these taking place at some Big Expensive Gala bc,,,, <333333 )

NSFT!! you know the drill no minors allowed

He is BARELY taller than Reagan. If he didn't have a forehead visible from space than he'd be shorter than most of the cast >:)))))

LISTEN,,,,,,,,, IM NOT SAYING,, that you should yank this man into a hug,,,, that just so happens to press his face into your chest but. it'd be SUCH a powermove

and his dick is gonna be hard for the rest of the night so like WIN WIN

If you're wearing a dress he's gonna be CRIMSON. You can feel his eyelashes fluttering against your bare skin. You're 97% sure his eyes roll back into his head a bit.

If you're wearing a suit, make sure you hold him long enough to feel your heartbeat <333 oh boy or favorite bastard is gonna be stammering his ass off <3

PLUS IF YOU WEAR PERFUME/LOTION/POWDERS THEN. he'll get such a lung-full of that when he gasps! in surprise. <3333

he makes this fantastic shocked little 'guh' when you squeeze him. That nervous laugh of his as he pulls back and shakily smooths his hair like UGH <333

TIP? after you pull away just,, loop your hand in the crook of his arm. The more you touch him, the more

GOD AND LIKE. THAT GIVES SO MUCH ROOM FOR FUN STUFF.

Being so close allows for,, so many little interactions ougogugghe <3

Leaning over to whisper in his ear? Like it doesn't even need to be smth horny. Just make a little comment on the decor, the lights - just feeling the puff of your breath on his ear + the rasp of your whisper is gonna send him into an early grave msndsmnd.

OR LIKE. little casual touches. gently placing your hand on his opposite shoulder/chest to grab his attention. adjusting his glasses while he talks to some Important Person (tm), seeing his Adams Apple wobble as he gulps like. EE <33. options galore here.

OH AND DONT YOU FORGET-

Rob him

DO IT.

just fucking. pluck the pocket square right out of his jacket and put it in yours. firmly grab his wrist, yank it forwards a bit, twist it in the light and take that Rolex.

'Hmm? oh, you'll afford another one...' As you pocket his cufflinks

PLEASE he canonically loves Findom. Little shows of dominance like that, esp financial dominance, is gonna be the thing to seal the deal

like not only are you flirting with him but you're already making attempts to milk his pockets try

I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR. LMK IF YOU HAD SMTH ELSE IN MIND, THANK YOU BUNCHES!!

[glitchysquidd]

I'm Not Paid Enough.

Chapter 4.

Sore Spot

You didn't go to work for four days.

You deserve a vacation at this point, but do you go on one?

No.

You go back to work.

[dat-bruv-person]

⍣ ೋ inverted lover

a/n: currently in love with inverted!bnha au. I have clear favourites and they deserve better.

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly :D

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Inverted!Bakugou is an absolute cutie, no joke. Black hair, blue doe eyes full of tears upon being insulted by all of his classmates apart from you and Inverted!Todoroki and Inverted!Mineta, has a kind smile on most days and soft skin. You and Todoroki are his only real friends, ones he treasures and holds close to his heart. A heart of gold is what he has, and his kindness is taken for granted. Despite having an amazing quirk found at a young age, he insisted on lifting Inverted!Deku onto a pedestal to make him feel better about not having one. They are no longer friends. You insist that there is no need for your friend to have mercy on the bully yet you are only brushed off sadly by him, saying that once upon a time he was nice, and there is still room for change. Brush his tears away and hold him close as he smiles against you. Tell him that you love him and be ready to answer a bunch of saddening, self-deprecating questions about your feelings for him before he calms down and spills his guts about how he loves you so much and will try to be the best partner for you.

Inverted!Todoroki: a sweetheart with black and blue hair, and pink and black eyes except with no scar over the left one. He's so pretty yet it makes you and Bakugou sad to know that all people want him for are his looks. Every day you two walk to school to be greeted and squeezed by him before pinching both your noses and going to try and befriend Inverted!Deku for the 100th time since the start of Class-1A. For your information, Shouto is more than just looks. He has an excellent sense of humour and a cheeky smile that could make even the hardest of hearts warm up. Keeping up with trends is something he is best at, and he knows how to WALK IT. Tell him you love him and he'll spin you round and round no matter your size. He doesn't care if it looks gay or weird: it makes him feel so happy that you genuinely care about him. He's ready to introduce you to his father and ask for your's blessing.

[canvas-madness-txc]

Chemical Reactions

Inverted Fate!Papyrus x Reader

Papyrus loved science. He was always persistent of making the life of Snowdin's residents easier through his technical wizardry.

It was basic knowledge to you. This was the same skeleton who made a pocket dimension to hold his brother's socks! So it didn't surprise you when he asked you to help him with a new experiment of his.

You met up with Papyrus at the door to the lab.

"HELLO, HUMAN!"

Spinning around, your sudden shock wore off as you saw Papyrus standing behind you.

"Hey, Papyrus," you replied. Papyrus opened the door and you two walked inside. As you walked to Papyrus's new invention, you took in the previous ones around you. Most had the remains of a fire. You brushed off the question about how many of his experiments ended in flames or explosions. You followed him to a new invention of his. It was... a bowl of pasta?

You looked back up at him, confused.

"Papyrus?"

"YES?" Papyrus turned around to face you. His eyesockets landed on the bowl of pasta.

"OH! I SEE YOU HAVE ALREADY FOUND THE INVENTION HUMAN!"

"It's a bowl of pasta?" You paused. It wasn't like you were trying to be rude. It just wasn't coming together. Looking up, you noticed that Papyrus wasn't upset. In fact, he looked like he might die from excitement.

"ACTUALLY, THIS IS NOT JUST ANY BOWL OF PASTA! THIS SPAGHETTI IS THE SUBJECT OF OUR EXPERIMENT!" You didn't really know what that meant, but decided to go with it.

"Okay, should we start?"

"ABSOLUTELY!" So you got to work. You went to the back to grab something, but when you got back, it almost felt like you SOUL fell out of your body.

"Papyrus, why is the pasta glowing!?" You didn't know how to react. Papyrus scratched the back of the skull.

"WELL, ALL I DID WAS ADD SOME SODIUM CHLORINE AND..." he began trailing out everything he did in great detail, scientific terms and all. You listened attentively, letting out a small laugh. You knew you liked him, but now it had bloomed to love. You loved his science rambles, his strange experiments—whether they worked or not.

"I REALLY DIDNT MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN— WHAT ARE YOU DOING HUMAN?"

You slowly grabbed his hand. Looking at him, you smiled. You could feel your face getting warm. Though, you don't remember what exactly you said, or how you thought he'd react, but not like this.

"ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH ME!?" Your head shot up. Papyrus's skull was as bright as a candle. You tried to respond.

"WOW! I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD BE ASKED OUT BY ONE OF MY BEST HUMAN FRIENDS! I MUST PREPARE! NYEH HEH HEH!"

You stared blankly as he ran off, laughing. Then it struck you. It was a date. Huh. A date with Papyrus. You wondered what that would entail, hopefully no glowing pasta or fire. Your SOUL pulsed from happiness.

Papyrus loved science, but it seems as if he loves someone even more.

[unboundprompts]

How to write about someone’s appearance? Their physique, styles, face , clothes,?

How to Describe a Character's Appearance

-> dabblewriter.com

-> link to Character Description Prompts

Avoid Over-Describing

Overloading readers with too much information can be overwhelming and make your characters feel flat and one-dimensional. Focus on the details that are the most important to the story and the characters themselves.

If the character's appearance is not central to the story, then you may only need to give a basic description. If it plays a significant role, you may want to go into more detail. Always keep the purpose of your physical descriptions in mind.

Show Don't Tell

Don't blatantly state every little thing about your character's appearance, but rather show it through their actions and behaviors.

example: If they are tall, show that through their actions. They have to duck to get under a doorway, they help someone reach the top shelf, etc.

Include Personality Traits

A character's personality is what makes them memorable. Consider their motivations, values, beliefs, and quirks and give them a well-defined personality.

Avoid Stereotypes

Create characters that are more than just their cultural, racial, ethnic, or gender identity. Give them unique interests, hobbies, and personalities. Allow them to have flaws, contradictions, and diverse perspectives.

External Features

External features include a character's height, weight, body type, and general appearance. You can describe their skin color, hair color, eye color, and any distinctive features like freckles or scars. This type of description gives the reader a basic understanding of what the character looks like, which is helpful in creating a mental image.

Clothing

Describing the type of clothing they wear, including the colors, patterns, and how they fit, can reveal a lot about a character’s personality and social status.

For example, a character who wears tailored suits and expensive shoes might be a little snobby and concerned with their image, while a character who wears ripped jeans and t-shirts might be casual and relaxed.

Facial Features

Facial features can be used to give the reader a more in-depth understanding of a character's personality and emotions. You can describe their smile, the way they frown, their cheekbones, and their jawline. You can also describe their eyebrows, the shape of their nose, and the size and shape of their eyes, which can give the reader insight into their emotions.

Body Language

Body language can be used to give the reader an understanding of a character's emotions and personality without the need for dialogue. Describing the way a character stands, walks, or gestures can reveal a lot about their confidence level, mood, and attitude.

For example, a character who slouches and avoids eye contact is likely to be shy, while a character who stands up straight and makes direct eye contact is likely to be confident.

Words to Describe Various Features

Head and face

Oval: rounded, elongated, balanced, symmetrical

Round: full, plump, chubby, cherubic

Square: angular, defined, strong, masculine

Heart: pointy, triangular, wider at the temples, narrow at the chin

Diamond: angular, pointed, narrow at the forehead and jaw, wide at the cheekbones

Long: elongated, narrow, oval, rectangular

Triangular: angular, wide at the jaw, narrow at the forehead, inverted heart-shape

Oblong: elongated, rectangular, similar to oval but longer

Pear-shaped: narrow at the forehead, wide at the jaw and cheekbones, downward-pointing triangle

Rectangular: angular, defined, similar to oblong but more squared

Facial features

Cheeks: rosy, plump, gaunt, sunken, dimpled, flushed, pale, chubby, hollow

Chin: pointed, cleft, rounded, prominent, dimpled, double, weak, strong, square

Ear: large, small, delicate, flapped, pointed, rounded, lobeless, pierced

Eyes: deep-set, angled, bright, piercing, hooded, wide-set, close-set, beady, slanted, round, droopy, sleepy, sparkling

Forehead: high, broad, wrinkled, smooth, furrowed, low, narrow, receding

Jaw: strong, square, defined, angular, jutting, soft, weak, chiseled

Lips: full, thin, chapped, cracked, puckered, pursed, smiling, quivering, pouty

Mouth: wide, small, downturned, upturned, smiling, frowning, pouting, grimacing

Nose: hooked, straight, aquiline, button, long, short, broad, narrow, upturned, downturned, hooked, snub

Eyebrows: arched, bushy, thin, unkempt, groomed, straight, curved, knitted, furrowed, raised

Hair

Texture: curly, straight, wavy, frizzy, lank, greasy, voluminous, luxurious, tangled, silky, coarse, kinky

Length: long, short, shoulder-length, waist-length, neck-length, chin-length, buzzed, shaven

Style: styled, unkempt, messy, wild, sleek, smoothed, braided, ponytail, bun, dreadlocks

Color: blonde, brunette, red, black, gray, silver, salt-and-pepper, auburn, chestnut, golden, caramel

Volume: thick, thin, fine, full, limp, voluminous, sparse

Parting: center-parted, side-parted, combed, brushed, gelled, slicked back

Bangs: fringed, side-swept, blunt, wispy, thick, thin

Accessories: headband, scarf, barrettes, clips, pins, extensions, braids, ribbons, beads, feathers

Body

Build: slender, skinny, lean, athletic, toned, muscular, burly, stocky, rotund, plump, hefty, portly

Height: tall, short, petite, lanky, willowy, stocky, rotund

Posture: slouching, upright, hunched, stiff, relaxed, confident, nervous, slumped

Shape: hourglass, pear-shaped, apple-shaped, athletic, bulky, willowy, curvy

Muscles: defined, toned, prominent, ripped, flabby, soft

Fat distribution: chubby, plump, rounded, jiggly, wobbly, flabby, bloated, bloated

Body hair: hairy, smooth, shaven, beard, goatee, mustache, stubble

Weight: light, heavy, average, underweight, overweight, obese, lean, skinny

Body language: confident, nervous, aggressive, submissive, arrogant, timid, confident, relaxed

Body movements: graceful, clunky, fluid, awkward, jerky, smooth, agile, rigid

Build

Muscular: ripped, toned, defined, well-built, buff, brawny, burly, strapping

Athletic: fit, toned, agile, flexible, energetic, muscular, athletic, sporty

Thin: skinny, slender, slim, lanky, bony, gaunt, angular, wiry

Stocky: sturdy, broad-shouldered, compact, muscular, solid, robust, heavy-set

Overweight: plump, chubby, rotund, heavy, portly, corpulent, stout, fleshy

Fat: overweight, overweight, rotund, heavy, bloated, tubby, round, fat

Lean: lanky, slender, skinny, thin, wiry, willowy, spare, underweight

Larger: large, heavy, hefty, substantial, solid, overweight, portly, rotund

Skin

Texture: smooth, soft, silky, rough, bumpy, flaky, scaly, rough

Tone: fair, light, pale, dark, tan, olive, bronze, ruddy, rosy

Complexion: clear, radiant, glowing, dull, blotchy, sallow, ruddy, weathered

Wrinkles: deep, fine, lines, crow's feet, wrinkles, age spots

Marks: freckles, age spots, birthmarks, moles, scars, blemishes, discoloration

Tone: even, uneven, patchy, discolored, mottled, sunburned, windburned

Glow: luminous, radiant, healthy, dull, tired, lifeless

Tautness: taut, firm, loose, saggy, wrinkles, age spots, slack

Condition: healthy, glowing, radiant, dry, oily, acne-prone, sunburned, windburned

Style

Clothing: trendy, stylish, fashionable, outdated, classic, eclectic, casual, formal, conservative, bold, vibrant, plain, ornate

Fabric: silk, cotton, wool, leather, denim, lace, satin, velvet, suede, corduroy

Colors: bright, bold, pastel, neutral, vibrant, muted, monochrome

Accessories: jewelry, hats, glasses, belts, scarves, gloves, watches, necklaces, earrings, bracelets, rings

Shoes: sneakers, boots, sandals, heels, loafers, flats, pumps, oxfords, slippers

Grooming: well-groomed, unkempt, messy, clean-cut, scruffy, neat

Hair: styled, messy, curly, straight, braided, dreadlocks, afro, updo, ponytail

Makeup: natural, bold, minimal, heavy, smokey, colorful, neutral

Personal grooming: clean, fragrant, unkempt, well-groomed, grooming habits

Overall appearance: put-together, disheveled, polished, rough, messy, tidy

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[bluejeanstrash]

shower thoughts.

tags: pussy drunk! seungcheol x reader, established relationship, oral (f receiving), face sitting, pet names (baby, princess) | wc: 1.3k

it had started as a fleeting memory in the shower — memories of an afternoon where seungcheol had eaten you out over and over until you were all out of orgasms to give him. somehow, he could taste you on his tongue now, and if he shut his eyes, he could feel you quiver in his palms.

as he grabs the shampoo, massaging the fragrant liquid into his scalp, his mind wanders to the noises you’d made when you came, and how you gushed with sticky arousal all over his mouth. he feels his cock twitch for attention, looking down to see he’s fully erect. and by the time seungcheol’s grabbing his towel, he’s a man possessed. he steps out of the bathroom to see you right where he’d left you — sitting on the bed, a laptop warming your lap. in quick, hurried strokes, he dries his hair, tossing the towel aside before walking over.

‘hey’ he speaks softly, grazing your cheek with the back of his fingers.

‘hey’ you smile, pulling out an earphone ‘how was your shower?’

‘good. what are you doing?’

‘nothing, just watching something’ he takes a peek, his gaze falling on how your t-shirt (his t-shirt) is riding up to reveal a hint of your panties. it’s your comfy pair.

‘give me a kiss’ he bends to take one, and you know from the moment your lips meet that this isn’t a goodnight kiss. it’s deep, borderline desperate, and it makes you wonder what’s gotten into him.

seungcheol grabs your laptop, shutting it gently, and keeps it aside before getting on top. at no point does he break the kiss, instead sliding his tongue into your mouth to deepen it.

it’s your neck that he tastes next, his pillowy lips latching onto the skin to suck softly. the scent of his shampoo lingers in the air as he makes his way down — to your collarbone, to the curve of your breast, your firm nipples, but he just can’t concentrate.

seungcheol can smell your arousal now, so overwhelmed by it that he abandons his task halfway to make his way down, ripping off your panties and diving straight into your heat. before you even register what he’s doing, his tongue is already on you. his first lick is quick, rushed even, the second less so, his tongue flat and slowly sliding up your core, and on the third, he parts your protruding lips with the tip of his tongue, exploring inside you.

‘you. taste. so. fucking. good’ his voice is thick as he grabs your thighs, pushing them back and apart for better access. you watch as he licks his lips impatiently, snaking his long tongue out, and begins to run it up and down your folds, slurping up the juices that are starting to seep out of you.

he eats it like he’s starving. like it’s his last meal on earth. he’s made this joke before, once when you were discussing what your death row meal would be. it was just a joke then, but with how he’s devouring you now, it may as well have been the truth. he’s insatiable, disappearing between your legs for minutes at a time without so much as coming up for a breath of air. somewhere in the middle, he inserts a finger, his middle, into your hole, moving in and out of you in twisting motions. 

‘oh my fucking god’ you gasp, gripping the sheets under you and pulling, the fabric bunching in tight creases ‘t-that feels amazing. fuck cheol, fuck’ seungcheol lives for your praises — the ones you put into words ‘you’re so good at eating pussy' 'your tongue feels incredible’ and the ones he sees in your body — your curling toes, arched back, those breathy pauses in your pretty little moans. 

they only spur him on and he’s desperate to make you feel even better. so he takes two fingers, creating an inverted ‘v’ and places them on your pussy to spread your lips apart. ‘jesus’ he groans at the sight of your engorged clit — puffy and poking out from its hood. with a soft kiss, he cushions the nub in between his pillowy lips, and starts sucking. he pulls on it gently, like he’s sipping from a straw. seungcheol doesn’t want to overwhelm you with the sensation, he wants only pleasure for his princess. his pretty, pretty princess.

‘cheollie’ you whine, his eyes flicking up to meet yours ‘you feel so good on my clit’ he smiles, keeping his pace. 

‘so so good’ you tangle your fingers in his damp hair, tugging sharply when he switches to feathery little flicks on your nub all of a sudden. ‘fu-hck’ your thighs clamp shut around his face, and without even realising it, you start rocking your hips up and down, grinding onto him. seungcheol groans in approval, letting you know that’s exactly what he wants from you. ‘that’s it, princess. use me to make yourself feel good’ he takes a precious breath to let you know.

so you use him, his tongue matching the fervour of your hips ‘don’t stop, please’ you beg, your moans rising and falling, and then, silence — the one that sets in when you’re almost at the edge. no, no, no. he doesn’t want it like this; he needs to be buried under you when you go over.  

‘sit on my face’ he hurries to switch positions, laying down, and in his rush, the band of his underwear gets pulled to expose his cock. pink and swollen, it pokes out of his boxers, lying flat against his toned stomach. seungcheol props his head up on a pillow as you take your seat, holding onto the headboard to distribute your weight so as not to smother him with it.

‘no’ he locks his thick arms around your thighs, ‘sit on me. ride my face. suffocate me. do anything you want. i don’t care. just use me and please, please princess, cum on me’ and pushes you down on him.

is this euphoria? he wonders, inhaling your scent, basking in your warmth, coating his tongue with your taste. you slide across the ridges of his face — his sharp nose, pointed tongue, his jutting chin — each bringing its own kind of pleasure. he licks you next, dragging his tongue from your taint to your clit, before pushing the tip of his tongue inside your hole. ‘seungcheol, fuck. just keep doing that, don’t stop’ your grab onto his hair with the same intensity he grips the soft flesh of your tummy, squeezing, as you ride him. 

‘i’m going to cum. fuck cheol, i’m going to cum all over your pretty face’ you whine as he slaps your ass, making you ride him even faster. he knows you’re there, right at the edge again, so he grabs your hips, steadying you in his strong arms. you clench and relax your cunt till the pressure reaches its crescendo and then, release.

release that shoots through you like bolts of electricity, lighting up every nerve in your brain and body as you spasm with pleasure. release that causes watery ejaculate to gush out of you, and onto seungcheol’s face which he laps up like it’s his reward. you hear him groan at your messy orgasm, and then suddenly, he feels something warm on his stomach. he realises that he’s cum, just a tiny bit, too, and he’s reminded once again of the effect you have on him.

you catch your breath, lifting yourself off him, but he pulls you right back down, not done with his licks until you stop quivering in his palms. finally, a minute later, you climb off, leaving seungcheol laying there with every inch of his face drenched in your fluids, and his stomach wet with his own. seungcheol breathes heavy, his chest heaving as he looks over at you. he licks his lips one last time and laughs ‘i think- think i might need another shower’ he sounds floaty, free, and fucking delighted — like a man finally satiated.