#lots of unnecessary yapping

[hattyhimself]

yk what why does super macho man look like the yo mama guy

THEYRE THE SAME GUY HELPPP

[mylove-thresher]

brah it looks a bijillion times better irl 💔

[leighsartworks216]

Oh to sit in Sylus' lap and yap about Silent Hill 2 (2001)

[lieutenantselnia]

This is super random, but I've recently been watching more German movies (I really enjoyed the performances of some Downfall actors and wanted to see some of their other works), and like what the hell is it with 2000s German movies that there's way too often one entirely random scene with someone having their bare ass out😭😂

Of course it doesn't happen in every movie but still often enough that it's somehow noticeable? I'm not sure if it's more of a time or a country dependent thing, but at least in my perception I just don't feel like this occurs as often in more recent movies and series especially in those from the US (like, I feel I'd have noticed if it did because I'd probably be lowkey annoyed by it😂)

[hattyhimself]

no that’s so real ive just drawn hatty like that for years so sadly my special mind is just committed to drawing him like that lmao (it used to be worse tho istg when i first started drawing him he was overdosing on ozempic waist like a toothpick it was terrible)

i fully support this tho every time a middle aged man isn’t drawn as a twink an angel gains its wings 🪦🕊️

woke up and immediately started sketching

[goorgeousz]

older | aaron hotchner

after hours au

older | aaron hotchner

after hours au

pairing: aaron hotchner x profiler!fem!reader

summary: the team uses their profile skills combined to figure out why you’re not interested in the cute agent just downstairs. you hate it. Hotch loves it.

content/tw: a little swearing.  reader is way too dramatic (she threatens to shoot morgan and then herself out of shame).

word count: 1.6k

a/n: I had so much fun writing this one. again, this idea came to me in a shower (my showers are not that long) (I just happen to shower a lot and i have my best ideas in it)

if you have any requests, suggestions or ideas (thought about in the shower or not), my requests are open <3

I’ll stop yapping (for now)

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The bittersweet scent filled your nostrils before the sight of the steaming extra creamy cappuccino from your favorite coffee shop reached your eyes.

“What?” you squealed in surprise, stopping on your steps and spinning around to find Leo, one of the agents from the second floor “A cappuccino? My favorite! Leo, you didn’t have to.”

“It’s nothing, really.” he dismissed, but puffing his chest either way “I remember you said it’s your favourite. And it happens to be on my way here.” it wasn’t, and you knew it.

“You’re the best!” you complimented, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek “Thank you so much, honey! And it has a little heart in it.” you cooed, and smiled when he blushed “You spoil me way too much!”

“Anything for you.” he flirted “If you need me, I’ll be… Well, you know where to find me.” you chuckled.

“I do. Thank you again!” he smiled and winked, heading to the elevators.

After waiting for a second and tasting the drink to make sure it was as delicious as always (it was), you got back on your track to the break room, only two steps away. You bumped into Emily, who watched the whole interaction with a lopsided grin.

“What?”

“Nothing…” she sing-songed “I just think it’s cute.”

“What’s cute?” Morgan asked, getting in the room just behind the two of you.

Spencer, Hotch and JJ were already there discussing a consulting case the team had been working on. It started with Spencer and Hotch, and then JJ and soon after the break room became a makeshift conference room, like it always did, truly.

“Kelsen just bought her a cappuccino from her favorite coffee place.” Emily announced, getting the attention from the rest. Spencer and Hotch just went back to the files, but JJ standed up and stepped close to you to see it from her eyes.

“It’s not a big deal. I bring you guys sweet treats all the time. This is called being nice.” you pointed, seating on one of the tables and sipping from your beverage.

JJ and Emily just exchanged an amused look. Morgan took the seat to your right “So you don’t see it?”

You frowned “See what?”

“The heavy flirting. The lingering glances.” Emily started.

The completely unnecessary visits to our floor just to stop by at your desk. The excessive gifts.” JJ continued, looking pointedly at the cup you were currently sipping from.

“Oh. That.” you sighed.

“So you admit knowing he’s flirting with you?”

“Yes.” you stared blankly at Emily “So what?”

“So what? This ‘will they won’t they’ is dragging for too long.” JJ pointed.

“Wait, what? This isn’t… There isn’t… It's just harmless flirting.”

“Harmless flirting? Is this even a thing?” Morgan stared at you skeptically.

“Yes. You flirt with someone knowing it’s never going to happen between you. Ever. We do it to each other all the time…”

“Ouch?”

“Besides,” you kept going, not acknowledging his interruption “He’s just playing nice. There’s no actual interest involved.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Spencer muttered from his place at the couch, his eyes glued to the interrogation transcription. He felt the weight of everyone’s gaze on him, and stared back.

“Spill it out, kid.” Morgan begged, sounding way too amused with it.

“He stopped me in the parking lot a few weeks ago.” he started, fixing his glasses and shifting in his position, slightly overwhelmed with the attention. “He asked for advice on… Well, you.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” you whispered “And what did you tell him?”

Spencer shrugged “I didn’t know how to turn him down so I just started rambling facts and research regarding the scientific reasoning behind human relationship and the development of courtship. He eventually dropped it.” he gave everyone a closed-lips smile, seemingly proud of himself and amused.

“Wait, do you do this often? Ramble facts just so people leave you alone?” Hotch asked, glancing up from the tablet for the first time after you got in the break room. Spencer’s cheeks flushed in a deep red.

“Uh… No?”

Hotch surprisingly gave him a tight smile, but before anyone could get more into the revelation, JJ turned back to him, her eyebrows scrunched up together “Why didn’t you help him?”

Relief flooded through Spencer with the change of subject. He relaxed back into the couch, leaning back and crossing his fingers together like he always did when he was ready to discuss something he was certain about.

“I’ve seen her body language. She’s clearly not into him.”

“How so?” Morgan asked, doubfunded.

“Her eyes never linger on him, everytime he leaves the room it’s like he stops existing. Every time they talk she smiles and makes sure she listens, but her torso is almost every time leaning away from him, like she’s ready to go as soon as the conversation is over. It’s not like she’s uninterested, it’s like… she’s not even considering him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m positive she likes him and enjoys his company. And her smiles, her jokes and her laughs are real, just not romantically-interested ones.”

“When did you become an expert in relationships?” Derek squinted his eyes at him.

“This is basic body language knowledge. Knowing about all this says less about my expertise on the subject than not knowing says about your profiling skills…”

“Watch it, kid.”

“He’s getting way too good at these jokes” Emily muttered, nodding in disapproval but her eyes a glint of pride “But back to the real issue?”

“The four cases of first degree murder that happened in the last month in Las Vegas?” you asked, not-so-subtly trying to bring the attention back to the case.

You knew where this was going, and you didn’t like it one bit.

“Why aren’t you interested in him?” she asked, deciding not to acknowledge your observation.

“Hmm” you stuttered “Uh, I-I’m not going to get all personal with my boss in the room.” you declared, taking a long sip from your drink to keep from looking at Hotch. You had no idea why you said that, honestly. Obviously, you had no problem getting all personal in front of him. Or under him. Or on top of him. Or even splayed out at your dining table, face down as up getting eaten out by him.

And he was aware of it. So aware that he had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from smiling and giving away your secret. It’s not like a single smile would be enough to give away everything that happened that night, but all it took was a little reaction for them to start picking up on you – they were profilers, after all. Hotch only decided he was safe enough from his own frivolity when he felt the taste of the blood from how hard he bit on.

“Oh, cut it. That’s hardly the reason.” JJ stated, crossing her arms.

“Wait, can we focus on the fact that there must be something incredibly wrong for her to be so uncharacteristically shy about this subject?” Emily pointed, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at you.

“I just… Don’t like being the centre of attention.” you tried, and it was probably the first time those words came out of your mouth.

“Ha! Busted!” Emily laughed, banging her palm against the table in excitement and pointed at you, accusingly “That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told us.” 

“Do you have any dirt on him? Like something so disgusting that you can’t even think about…” Derek tried, his smirk growing up at each word.

“No! Not at all!” you exclaimed, started to get pissed off.

“He’s hot, you can’t deny it.”

“He is.”

“He’s nice. Are you the kind of girl who always ends up running away from the guys who are ‘too nice’?” Emily groaned.

“No, I’m not. There’s nothing wrong with him.”

“He’s hot, he’s nice…” JJ listed, once again ignoring your statements. You huffed in annoyment. “He’s tall, he’s responsible, he’s your age, he’s… Wait.” she stopped mid sentence, her face contorting in a smug smirk that almost made you hide under the desk.

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until your lungs started to burn along with your cheeks.

JJ had her gaze locked onto yours from across the room, and it’s like she was reading every thought you ever had “We listed many things, many reasons to why you might not be attracted to him. You didn’t bat an eye to any of them… Until I said he’s your age. That’s the problem, right? You don’t like guys your age.”

The thought of banging your head against the table repeatedly until it split open didn’t sound that bad.

There were a thousand ways this could get worse.

“And judging by the fact that she didn’t want this to be discussed in front of Hotch, I’m assuming she’s into older guys.” Emily stated, exchanging fist bumps with JJ and Morgan.

“Don’t tell me you have a little crush on bossman over there. Or is it Rossi? Just tell me this: is Strauss also your type, yes or no?” 

Oh dear god.

You fucking knew it.

There were a thousand other ways this could've gotten worse. And that’s one of them.

“Morgan..” Hotch scolded, immediately interrupted by you.

“I have a gun, you motherfu…”

“Enough!” Hotch raised his voice, standing up. “Threatening to use your gun on a coworker could get your license removed.” he raised one eyebrow at you.

“Fine. I’ll kill myself then.” you dramatized, hiding your head under your folded arms over the table.

“This isn’t, in no way, shape or form, any better. Morgan, cut it out.” you heard him scold. “I have a meeting with the director now. Later I’ll meet you all, and the rest of the team, in the conference room. To discuss the case.” He added, eyeing everyone as if to dare them to go against his commands.

Said ‘all’ muttered some kind of agreement, to which you just groaned something unintelligible.

If you’d raised your head a few instant sooner, you would’ve caught the way Hotch’s lips turned into a discreet smirk just before he left the room. Way too pleased with himself. So damn pleased his mind had no space for worries and guilt.

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dom camgirl ningning with reader as a guest whehehhehwhehw

Dripping intoxication ₊˚.༄

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ In college, barely scraping by on cheap instant foods from a nearby convenience store was not weak, and the long shifts on enduring jobs were only enough to make meet ends either. Ningning had no spare change for any reasonable entertainment—sometimes in a dire situation not being able to afford food—or things she wanted for years.

So, a desirable option was to be… a sex worker! Well, online. And it did turn out to benefit her a lot, a bit too much perhaps. Being now well-known and making good money on the app she works on.

And the job was fun too, especially with pretty guests like you. The innocent, inexperienced ones were her favorite!

The description matches you perfectly, and she didn’t know until she tested it.

Heads-up: English not my first language so may be mistakes yall, sorry. And this my first smut about a strap-on GUYS IDK IM GETTING USED TO IT BUT ITS AWKWARD HAHA… writing smut 💔.. idm tho. Drunk sex, swearing ofc, semi-public sex? Pool sex.. strap-on usage.

— Completely unaware of the sex industry itself, you weren’t the type to watch porn in your free time; deeming it to be forbidden and an unhealthy obsession.

And yes, you were one of the girls who proudly despised men and women in those types of activities, believing they’re the corruption to major things in society right now.

All you knew was that porn was bad, and don’t be associated with those who do it or willingly watch it for disgusting entertainment. Because you could be influenced, you were gullible a little. The thought made you want to throw up.

Many of your friends didn’t judge that much when realizing your sex life is drier than a Sahara desert; some motivated you to keep it up, life isn’t all about sex.

You weren’t a virgin, you did have done it a few times with men but did you count them? No, every one of them wasn’t worth it. No pleasure in all, one orgasm was scored if you added.

In college, you had a lot of friends, quite popular within your circle so you knew everyone and what they did since you also loved a pretty thing called gossip.

Meaning you knew everything about people they may not know about themselves.

Except Ningning: a walking puzzle piece, the odd one left out of the beautiful piece to be crafted. It was frustrating, it seemed as if the woman didn’t know herself yet.

Once before a lecture, bored and curious enough, to waste time you asked Ningning a question about what her favorite color was.

And she didn’t know, her face scrunched up in bewilderment, nor when her birthday was.

To that point, you checked what day it was, assuming that it must be April Fools Day because that woman had to be kidding right?

No, she wasn’t. At the end of the draining conversation, you had frustration and a hypothesis that she could be potentially an international student from abroad and that English wasn’t her thing.

But you always have heard her yapping her ass off in English to others about the most random thing on the planet, so you don’t know why it’s a different case with you.

Whatever, you could eavesdrop. Your ears aren’t useless like her mouth is anyway to get something to blackmail her with. It wouldn’t be so difficult, you hope.

A friendship, or a tolerance in others’ perspective did bloom out of the dull ground, intertwining you two in some classes. Warily, (not eagerly) sticking by each other’s sides when needed.

Unnecessary amount of stuff you two discussed, one random question to another, having limited vague answers as the response. Carefully chosen by each momentarily pause, a dry ‘sure’, or ‘maybe’, not certain in most. Dreadfully, the talking rather you set you far back from your starting point.

Did this bimbo know anything, no connections to other bitches around here?

Her words created an untamed doubt brewing in the back of your head, a constant bother that something much more is going on than what she puts on. Painfully obviously so.

You had to get to the bottom of it, ASAP.

Weeks passed by, nearing a much-needed spring break for everyone. The last week, many people were planning late outings, parties, and hangouts for the holiday. You did agree to some of them, especially the parties, you knew what went on over there and loved it.

Yes, you were a hardcore (not really) virgin but that didn’t restrict you from having fun. Though nobody would notice. Like heated make-out sessions at the back, hidden from the blurry crowds under the blinding lights with music blasting the most unhinged thing was your type of night! And assuming that you were in the category of having one-nighters nearly every week was the norm.

These days, nothing was the norm. Everything becoming a dismissive matter to you. Bother, bother, and bother…

Until shockingly, Ningning invited you over to her apartment for a girl's night.

Whenever you did have the chance to hear about that woman; it was things like how hard-working she was, and how she always stayed up-to-date about the latest trends in clothing.

Managing to make anything on her look classy and chic.

Also, her apartment, through peoples’ eyes appeared to be ridiculously expensive. A pool and all, modern-day designs, and all. Humbly, she didn’t brag about it much to others, restricting it to a private part of her shallow life. The way some people knew was because there were parties hosted at her home occasionally, exposing every inch of her routine to others from the habits displayed physically.

Excluding the locked, hidden closet in her bedroom. Even then, her bedroom was locked as well, and no visitors were allowed.

If only you knew how much suffering she did to stand in her place by now.

That playing dumb was something she did very often to get what she want.

You accepted the invitation with careful consideration in your voice, ensuring she could sense the measured approach you took, in a subtle insulting way of course.

Upon arrival at the place, a soft gasp in awe and admiration was breathed out of your gaping lips in surprise; not expecting the girl’s exaggerated words of her home to be true.

Finally enough of the gawking, you took fast and hurried steps to the elevator, jabbing the button for it to swiftly rise to the skies.

Floor 11, room 67.

For reassurance, you kept repeatedly checking on the same message to make sure you were in the right place.

You were a little nervous when unfortunately seeing the right unit room.

Fisting your sweaty hands into a tight ball, you knocked on it firmly once, or twice just in case.

“It’s Y/n!” Awkwardly you called out and the door opened as if on demand when hearing your name.

Your breath hitched, stuck in your throat like mental wires constricting your ability to sputter out any words the moment your gaze fell on the woman: her wet dark hair carelessly hanging down to her chest, water dripping down to her jaw, and her casual clothes being just a small top barely covering her lower stomach and a short hugging her slick thighs.

Interestingly, a bulge was present in her chest, did she buy a cheap press-up bra from Temu or something? You wanted to laugh in her face but… the rest of her body distracted you.

About to explode, all blood streaming inside your body rushing solely to your cheek creating a burning red only achieved when running a deathly fever, you stood there in a deafening silence. Eyeing her carefully, not noticing there’s nobody else there.

“Couldn’t be asked to change since I just showered, but it doesn’t matter. We are both girls after all, right?” Ningning said cooly, stepping side for you to take the breath-taking view of the navy blue sky resembling the upcoming night, and the dark buildings lit by the endless windows for life not so far, glimmering white sparkles in a certain direction.

“Yeah,” dryly you agreed, trying to act nonchalant like you weren’t on the verge of fainting from the sight (her) a few seconds ago.

Glimpsing around, searching for another soul in this humongous place to ease the unknowingly growing tension in the air between you two, there was nobody.

Only you two, no one else to interfere.

“Where’s everyone else?” Out of curiosity, you chirped your spiraling thoughts loudly.

A melodic laugh rang out as your response, her head tilting back in joyful abandon, her long hair cascading like a dark waterfall around her shoulders, creating a wet stain on her shoulders. The rich, musical sound of her cackling filled the air, echoing with warmth, a contrast to her dark amusement.

“Silly, I invited you. Why would I invite anybody else?” Wiping the blossomed tear in the corner of her eye, she breathes, a pang of air needed clearly.

“I thought it was the girls’ night.” Specifically emphasizing ‘girls’, you rolled your eyes at her in annoyance. Wanting to leave already even though the night hasn’t started yet.

“The girls’ night for two of us.” Plopping on a nearby, extended beige couch, she lounged and stared at you in delight. Her dark eyes sparkled like the city behind her from the transparent walls.

How humorous, indeed… you thought sarcastically. Is this a setup or something?

Wine cups filled to the brim with an unfamiliar, pink color, most likely a unique cocktail, and the ice cubes floating above beside the small inedible pretty decorations. Damp leaves laid in the cup, sunk to the narrow bottom of the glass. It was two of them set up on the table invitingly and a jug of the contents, glowing in the dim living room and Ningning elegantly rose one up in the air.

“Cheers to our first night together?” She tilted her head, batting her eyelashes expectingly for you to join the playful interaction.

“And last,” you grumbled under your breath, brushing the delicate glasses carefully together creating a satisfying clink.

Gruffly, you sat down next to her but created a safe distance between you two and sipped out of the straw to soothe your dry throat.

“Like it?” Fraught in the inner to keep the hopeless conversation going, Ningning let out an audible exhale to the warm air, throwing her head back to rest on the couch to let the alcohol travel within her veins affecting her brain.

“It is nice.” Haunches over, you twirl the drink in your glass to entertain your growing boredom.

You shouldn’t have accepted this.

“Alcohol kickin’ in?” Not even one glass had passed yet, and the woman’s stability was deeply impacted by a mere fruity cocktail.

Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over in sheer excitement and desire, her hands inching closer enough to her thigh but didn’t reach. Yet.

“Drink, loosen up more baby…” she whispered, her dreamy words an easy influence on you.

Obediently, you gulped down the drink in one shot, your throat shuddering in protest. A strangled breath broke out, and you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, ruining the perfect red shade you used for tonight.

To impress, and you don’t know why.

What is the point of all this?

Extending your slightly trembling hands, gripping the crystal handle of the jug, you messily dunked it down to the cup and ruined its aesthetic in the first place. An opposite to Ningning who slowly consumed the cocktail, her both hands clutching on the upper part of the cup, the main holding.

The straw now futile, you swallowed the drink in whole, a burning determination ignited.

And the alcohol, ultimately did kick in.

“Mhm.” You lazily hummed, resting against the sofa, serene to sleep on there if needed.

In a sharp motion, Ningning stood up from her seat, wobbling over to the pool outside on the balcony. The whole action a dangerous hazard itself.

Following her to ensure no fatal accidents would occur that night, you heard a startled yell and your heart stopped. Your eyes snap over to where you heard it.

Her body blends under the cyber-blue pool, shining underneath the moonlight’s pale glow over the city. Playfully, she giggled high-pitched and swished around, nothing ever a problem since the water wasn’t deep. Perfect for her height.

“Get me—my phone,” she hiccuped, mixing with another squeaky giggle, throwing her head back against the cool edges.

You didn’t say a word, acting on her drunk demand to get her phone, though you cautiously reached out.

“Cold, isn’t it a little cold, Ningning?” Warily, you hoarse out.

No answer.

Propping it up at a bizarre angle, the phone’s camera a little broken letting the video stream’s quality wear down from her other (professionally done) videos, she waved at the camera, a sly smirk curled up on her lips like a mischievous idea sparked in her empty mind.

“Baby, come here…” she ushered, slapping the water.

Intoxication dumps your brain into a haze where nearly everything is deemed acceptable, nothing is ever too weird for you now. Hopping down to the pool with a resounding splash, your outdoor clothes sticking onto your wet body now, you shyly looked at the screen.

Ashamed; even when not knowing the context of this whole scenario, your eyes didn’t meet the camera, rather staying down or on the other woman.

“Sorry guys for the horrible setup for today… just had a few drinks or so with my friend. Say hi,” the lenses were blurry, creating a fuzzy effect limited to existing in dreams or nostalgia.

Movements choppily moved in each frame, the perverts on the live had no complaints, at least their precious content was being served.

At least money will be received.

“Hi,” gingerly, you muttered and actively avoided the eye contact with the camera.

“You know what this is for, right?” Ningning whispered, hiccuping amidst her slurred sentence.

You didn’t, too oblivious.

“No,” honestly you admitted. Oh, you were perfect for the woman.

“Sex,” she husked lowly, pulling out a strap-on from her visible bra under the thin shirt sticking to her like a second skin.

Stunned, you stared at her, this bizarre situation worse now for your drunken mind to deal with.

“You want? Be a guest to my sex show?” Raising an eyebrow teasingly, invading your space in the lurking water, the coolness of it doing nothing to calm you down.

“Yes.” Shocked by your reply, your eyes widened while her pupils dilated in desire to meet your trembling ones.

Her hands found themselves on the opposite sides of your waist at the edge of the pool, her lips sloppily pampering yours with a heated kiss, her tongue twirling around lazily with yours.

“Baby, do you need to follow the lead?” She cooed against your saliva-slickened lips, her needy hands massaging your breasts slowly, making sure you felt it.

Ningning internally was a little dumbstruck that it was crystal clear you didn’t know what you were doing, the magic alcohol did you some justice though.

Did she judge? No, she adored it, finding your inexperienced behavior adorable.

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, your heart racing as she gently turned you around, her hands creating a warm embrace as you leaned against the soft walls of the pool, feeling a mixture of excitement and a forbidden lust you didn’t want to accept.

“The viewers and I are going to love you…” messily dropping her soaking shorts down and throwing them aside on the balcony with no shame present whatsoever, she hastily adjusted the thick strap-on, letting it brush against your drenched clothed sex; casting an unintelligible moan.

“Must be uncomfortable, hm? Let me help you, sweetiee…” giggling in excitement, she yanked your pants and threw them out of sight.

Her teeth grazed against your moist skin, biting your shoulder blade and branding a light mark on it to distract you from an unfamiliar invasion slowly sinking in your ass from behind.

A whimper made her halt, caressing your body almost lovingly to give you a sense of comfort and reassurance. “It’ll be okay soon… you must not be used to this that much, hm? That’s alright, mm…” her hands groped your waist and let your body adjust to the girthy plastic entering you fully.

“I-I… it hurt, I-I’m not used to—”

“I can… tell sweetheart,” she hiccuped again, even sounding too confident then.

Your glossy eyes faced the beautiful scenery, but she didn’t want that.

She wanted your eyes on her instead.

Assisting your chin gently towards her, she pouted playfully. “Treat me like I’m that scenery, or whatever it is, yeah?”

Bending you over completely so it’s easier to get in deeper, letting your chest press against the floor, she held you tight. Too tight, even, her nails clawing in.

The thick head of the strap slams your sweet spot repeatedly, causing you to babble and moan like a broken record and she laughed at the sight, slapping and squishing your bright red ass cheeks cruelly now.

Unspoken promises about being gentle long gone now.

“Moan louder, moan louder, let our perverts see how much you want this…” she grunted, anomalistically hammering you in and out without any mercy for you to accommodate to the rough, undeserving flow.

When you tried to silence yourself, your numb hands reaching to muffle your filthy noises, she pinned your wrists violently together.

Insistent to hear you tonight.

“No, didn’t you fucking hear me? Louder.” Fisting your hair into a bundle in her hand, she pulled your head back and leaned closer to your ear.

“Let the viewers hear how much of a slutty bitch you are under that cocky and crude facade you have at college, ahuh?” Moonstruck, you cried out loudly when the thrusting turned erratic, making you chase a shattering orgasm sooner and sooner.

Tears sprung up mixing in with the water dripping down your chin, the fake cock not slowing down anytime soon as you mindlessly bubbled under your shallow breaths, feeling your stomach tighten.

“A-ah, I’m close—I’m really, really close-”

Shaking like a leaf caught up in a ruthless storm, you cummed and screamed throughout the whole apartment disturbing the poor neighborhoods’ serene stillness.

Satisfied, she paused and smirked at the camera, slowly pulling out and the cum coating the plastic.

You just had a second orgasm and the best one of your whole life.

About to go limp, she trapped you in her grip once again. “This isn’t over, baby. One orgasm isn’t enough for someone like me.” Pecking underneath your ear, she chuckled.

One orgasm was enough for you to pass out, imagine how much she wanted from you throughout this long, long night.

In the morning, surely you will be exhausted.

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i checked out ur rules list and the great idea of a whiny and clingly dallas winston came up 🙏🏽🙏🏽 there's not alot that goes on in my head but maybe dallas goes over to fem!readers house after a fight and he's all beaten up so reader comforts him with like obviously cleaning him up and his injuries but afterwards a blowjob and praises 😈😈

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"you know I don’t like when you get into unnecessary fights, dallas." you tell him while cleaning up the small scracthes on his face with rubbing alcohol. "man, this was necessary. damn kid was talkin’ on jahnny." dallas rolls his eyes. "cant have that. johnnycake's been through lots already. hes quiet anyway, I dont know why the other kids try 'n pick on'em."

you understand how protective dallas is over johnny, but he cant fight every 15 year old kid that says something about him. "dally," "yeah?" "don't call me man" "ah." he remembers. sometimes he genuinely forgets that you hate being called that since he says it so much, and others he does it on purpose to annoy you.

later on, you were hanging out in your room with him as he yapped on about how he might go back to jail and smack talking on every guy hes ever fought or had problems with. especially in new york. "yeah, he's like 5 feet tall anyway. broads dont dig that." he laughs. "guy could talk smack real good, but once you brang up his height, he'd shut the hell up." he laughs again. that stupid annoying laugh of his. you hate it, but you won't let him know it.

all of a sudden your throat became parched, craving a cold water from the refrigerator. but dally wouldn't let you leave him. "you can wait for a couple minutes, you ain't that thirsty." he rolls over on you, putting his weight on your torso. "dal, get off of me! it'll take like 10 seconds!" you try pushing him away, but he was too heavy. "you'd trade me for a damn water?" he looks up at you. "that's a real messed up thing, doll." you groan a little bit. "dally, I want water. I never said I'd trade you for one.. though, maybe I would right about now."

dallas continues to whine into your chest about how he only wants you to stay for a little while more before getting water, but you don't budge. "Dal, with the time you haven't let me gone, I would have been back already." You point out to him. dally groans exaggeratedly and lays off. "Fine," he glares. "10 seconds. im countin'." Quickly, you run over to the kitchen and back in 9 seconds. "told ya," you smile to which he genuinely rolls his eyes at.

"swirl your tongue 'round it." he tells you, gripping onto your hair. "damn baby, you know, huh?" dallas mumbles after you do exactly what he asked when he wasnt even halfway finished with his sentence. "mhm," he taps your cheek, beginning to roll his hips into your throat. "you just keep suckin' on it like that and I'm gon—" he sucks in a sharp breath. you had taken him out of your mouth, exposing his MEAT (💀#sorry) to the cool air of your room. "put it back in your damn mouth, broad." he shoves your head down to choke on him and continue pleasing him.

[hattyhimself]

to celebrate february and valenteenis day here’s some very old pics of me in my hatty cosplay doing a valentines day photoshoot lmfao

[alicethenobody]

Thinking about how fucking ridiculously kind Dante is.

Trish lured him to Mallet Island through manipulation which lead to him “killing” (we know Vergil survived but he didn’t) his brother but he still forgave her and offered her his kindness, empathy, and even trust and friendship. His kindness impacted Trish so much she was able to become her own person outside of Mundus’ influence. Speaking of helping people change for the better, in DMC X he fights Credo and even though this guy is out for his blood he only wants to help him change his ways and manages to convince him to do the right thing. Which I think is what lead to him protecting Nero in his last moments. The canonicity of DMC X isn’t stated but considering the fact that we know Dante was originally supposed to have a longer campaign I can’t help but think a lot of the stuff in that game is remnants of those scrapped ideas.

He very openly felt bad for Griffon when Mundus killed him despite the fact that he’s loyal to the guy who killed his family and even gave him a respectful sendoff in DMC5. Generally he’s known for roasting his opponents but he still has a level of respect for them which I think is cool. In the first novel he even laments about the people who had to die on his missions, as he despises unnecessary bloodshed even if it involves bad people and popularized showing mercy among the other mercs in the business.

In the anime he often takes on jobs for free out of the kindness of his heart and is happy just being able to help people who need it even if he’s broke. Most of the money he DOES get goes to victims of demon attacks like Grue’s daughters and Enzo who lost his arm because he feels immense guilt for not being able to do what he feels like is enough for them.

He’s shown to be very protective of the younger generation through Patty and does everything he can to shield her from seeing him fight demons because he doesn’t want her to be traumatized like he was at a young age. He does the same thing with Nero, really, trying to keep him from fighting Vergil because he believes the result will either be his nephew getting hurt or him killing his own dad and having to live with that trauma like he did after he thought he killed Vergil. The way he looks at Nero and Kyrie fondly at the end of DMC4 before leaving Fortuna, he was willing to do whatever it took in order for Nero to keep that happy life with her. (Side note, Dante grew attached to Patty like, immediately. 15 minutes in he’s like “WHERES MY DAUGHTER?!” He’s so silly like that.)

It’s nice to see Nero is following in Dante’s footsteps too. In an interview it was stated Nero only really stepped into action in DMC4 because he wanted to protect Kyrie but in DMC5 we see a much more mature Nero who cares about civilians too, my favorite example being how he offered a total stranger food because he assumed he was just hungry. Dante in DMC3 was in a somewhat similar situation, though he was obviously a lot more selfish starting off than Nero ever was until he matured by the end of the game and took on the role of humanity’s protector like Sparda. It was his journey of “waking up to justice” like his dad.

Uhh… yap over. I typed this at 3 AM.

[not-cursed-canary]

No. I just... I have a reputation. We're the bad boys. We fight people just 'cause we can.

[stardustedseas]

you guys can't just blow my mind clean open with wintersenrty then only have like 12 posts in the tag

something something bucky understanding the fear of yourself, of something that is technically you but isnt and what it can and has done. the fear that at any moment it could take over and make you something no longer human while youre trapped inside your own mind. the being used and seen as only a weapon (albit bobs was shorter lived but still horrible it happened), them both being abused and wanting to be better but not knowing how or if they even could.

bob finding comfort in the fact he isnt the only person to experience this, sure their situations arent the same but theyre similar and bucky understands,he really really does. hes able to empathize and help bob in ways that not many others can simply because they just dont have the same experiences. maybe thats how their relationship of sorts really started, just with bucky being there and sharing his story and how he copes (or how hes starting to cope ajjsjdhd). showing bob that he isnt alone, he isnt the only person to feel like this and he doesnt have to suffer in silence because while he may have been by himself for a long time, he isnt anymore.

maybe what started out as bucky awkwardly trying to comfort bob when hes having one of his lows turns into a regular thing of them being there for each other. when bucky wakes up from another nightmare, he knows he can just go sit in silence or talk with bob, the other more than willing to just yap to help as a distraction or just be there as a comforting presence. maybe because bucky heals faster and can take a lot more punches without it being fatal, he helps train bob to physically fight without overusing his strength and doing unnecessary damage to someone, or just learning the basics so if theres a situation where he cant use his powers, he will at least be able to hold his own for a bit.

maybe what starts off as semi acquainted friends who can be a comfort for each other sometimes and training partner turns to more casual meet ups and a closer bond. instead of only spending one on one time together when they need a shoulder, they actively just hang out. bucky may not have been there from the start like yelena, ava or j*hn, but hes here now

also tell me bob wouldnt have daddy issues lmfao

[binniesbooks]

okay so here’s my request hehe.. i thought long and hard about this :>

alright so what about beomgyu (shocker) but he’s like your super rich (slightly older heh) boyfriend who loves loves loves to spoil you. so he buys the reader the most expensive and cutest piece of lingerie and has her try it on for him, ultimately leading to them fucking heh :>

soft dom beomgyu soft dom beomgyu soft dom beomgyu I BEG OF YOU 🙏

• LUXURY GIFTS

BG 001 .F23 2024

wc 3.6k

pairings richbf!beomgyu x spoiledgf!reader

warnings a lot of cursing, marking, unprotected sex, creampie. softdom!beomgyu (did i miss anything?)

faye's note this is my first ever fic in Tumblr and here's my 'lil reign with my first ever ask. Won't stop yapping abt her being my inspiration. I gave her the honor and I'm gladly dedicating this one to her with all my heart. I poured out my blood sweat and tears here. I even remember your tip that I must start light, AND FOR FUCK'S SAKE, THIS, IN WHATEVER SENSE, IS NO LIGHT AT ALL. FUCK. Enjoy I guess! ㅇㅅㅇ For so many times, I kept on rereading this, not wanting to disappoint anyone of my grammar. I think I still need to work on my writing style, my grammar and my mind itself. Goodness. I-i'm just gonna give it a shot, hehe-

Beomgyu was a hard-working boyfriend. He had always been the most hard-working person you know. He was always busy working on something even at the premise of his very own house. You often teased him as a slave at work even though, he, basically owned the company where he was working at. He may be always busy but he always makes time when it comes to you. He never forgets every detail about you, your likes and dislikes, and does not even need to mark his calendar to remind himself about dates because he knows when. Beomgyu is not your average type of boyfriend. However, people mistook him as just a worker and not the owner. The humble aura he carried is what made people mistake him for one.

Being with him wasn’t easy. Because of his friendly and approachable attitude, girls tend to hit on him, and sometimes it gets on your nerves causing an argument between the two of you.

"What the hell was that?" You raise your voice as you harshly step down the stairs to the parking lot from the party you two are at.

"Baby, please, at least stop walking and listen to me, you might trip and hurt yourself". He tries to catch your hand as you swing it away from him.

"There were so many times, I've warned you not to get too close to people who are eye-fucking you", you faced him, brows meeting.

He sighed as he stepped closer and held your hand.

"Princess. I'm being extra careful, promise. I wasn't even expecting that she would do that, but I pushed her hands away, I swear" he genuinely apologized as he caressed your hand.

You close your eyes, about to speak again when he interrupts you. "I promise, that will never gonna happen again". He cupped your face as he looked at your eyes.

"One more time a girl tries to place their hand on whichever part of your body, I'm gonna cut their hands" you fumed as you tried to erase the memory of that girl trying to fix Beomgyu's necktie.

"Her actions were too unnecessary given the fact that you have a girlfriend" you muttered under your breath as he gave you a tight hug and kept on apologizing.

"Not my fault you're younger than me and they mistake you as my sibling instead" he teased.

You shove him as you glare at him saying, "Excuse me, a two-year difference is not that big?! Plus are you enjoying the fact that you are being touched by other girls?"

"Words, miss. We don't want you getting in trouble with you accusing me, yeah?" He holds your face closer to his with a smirk plastered on his face. "I'm not enjoying it. I just wanna tease you, pretty. You don't have a clue how many million times I explained to those people who are around us that we are a thing, not siblings." He sighed and kissed your forehead.

"Why don't we go do some shopping instead? What do you say? It's still early. We can buy everything you want." He smiled as he cupped your face once again coaxing you.

"Just because I am agreeing to this doesn't mean we are all good now", you glared at him. He chuckles at your actions as he opens the door of his car.

"Get in princess, I'm going to buy you lots of gifts," he gestured as you sat down in your seat. You watched him circle the car and enter the driver's seat. You sighed, it is never easy to have a good-looking, humble, and kind type of boyfriend.

He drove to the store where he always buys you gifts and luxuries. This was a normal occurrence between the two of you. Him being the target of every girl, you fuming, and Beomgyu spoiling you to make it up to you. It might sound like he is bribing you but he's not. He just really loves spoiling you. If possible, he won't allow you to spend a single cent. Claiming that he is the man and he must be responsible ever since the two of you started dating. But of course, you also sometimes stand your ground and 25% of the time, he accepts losing to you.

Another normal occurrence was that you would get a flower delivered to your place before you go to work, every single day. And of course, who did it come from other than your boyfriend who loves to spoil you? You even thought of planting a whole garden with how many flowers he kept sending you. If only you had cool hands that could keep the flowers alive after planting. From flowers to accessories, from dresses to footwear. Anything that your eyes laid upon, he buys it, with or without your permission.

One Saturday morning, you woke up with a ringing phone. You grabbed it and answered without checking the caller's ID.

"Hello? Who is this? The sun is barely up..." You talked with eyes still closed, voice becoming faint. You heard a chuckle on the other side of the line. The voice registered to your brain, it was Choi Beomgyu, your boyfriend.

"Good morning sleepy head, happy anniversary." He greeted with such joy in his voice. Your once sleepy mind and body were fully awake now as you scrambled to sit up face palming your face. Remember how you set your alarm the night before to wake up early and be the one to greet him first but you ended up switching your phone off every time the alarm rang.

"I'm sorry, love, I wanted to be the one who greeted you first-- my goodness." You exclaimed as you mentally punched your head.

He chuckles once again as he tried to cheer you up, "It's fine baby, I know you are tired from work, it's too early to be upset"

"Happy anniversary, Beomie, I love you." You smiled and tried to sound more positive.

"I love you, princess. Oh, by the way, can you come alone here later? I might not be able to pick you up, I still have a lot more to prepare. Plus I'm planning to cook."

"Mmm, will do, baby. Don't worry." You answered as you stood up from your bed and placed your phone between your shoulder and cheek to make your bed.

"Are you sure though? I can still pick you up, you know, plus it's still early. We're gonna meet at 6 in the evening. I can make time." He asked.

"Beomie, you don't have to worry, really. I'm gonna finish my chores first, might run to a store and buy something before going straight to your place". You assured back.

"Okay then. I'll see you this evening, love. I'll be at work. I love you, take care of yourself." You answered with a sweet hum and a smile as if he could see you before he dropped the call. Beomgyu has been calling you different pet names, which did not even bother you a single bit. His sweetness shows through the way he calls you. You were so used to it that whenever he did not call you any, you knew that he was angry.

After finishing all your tasks and chores, you had to clean yourself up. Standing in the middle of your dresser, deciding on what you will wear.

You've been pondering already for half an hour. Digging every corner of your cabinet to look for something special to wear. You can't disappoint Beomgyu, especially today. He loves to spoil you and you love to show it off especially when you are with him. Well, he tells you to dress pretty all the time. If you were his wife already, he would have considered you a trophy wife.

Within a few minutes, you decided to wear the silk red designer dress he had recently bought you. It hugged every corner of your curves the right way. Although he did spoil you with so many accessories and wardrobes, he was not a fan of heavy makeup. He likes it simple. After dabbing some face powder and a gloss on your lips, you were good to go.

You immediately get up, and grab your phone, the gift you ordered a few days ago, your purse, and your car key. You were still planning to drop by a store nearby to buy some wine for the special night.

It was 10 minutes before 6 when you arrived at his place. "Hi love, how are you?" You greeted him as you placed the wine on the table that you brought from the store before you rushed to his side.

"I'm good princess. Maybe a bit exhausted. I doubled my work for my pretty girl", he smiled as he removed the apron wrapped around his waist. Repositioning the folded sleeves of his dress shirt.

"I'm almost done here, why not take a seat?" He approached you and kissed you while giving you a tight hug. "You look pretty..." His fingers brushed along your cheeks when he pulled away to look at you. "Happy anniversary" he muttered once again. You smiled at him as you tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss. "Happy anniversary Beomie" you giggled.

He pulled the chair for you and made you sit down, "could you wait for a couple minutes more? I'm almost done. " You nod at him.

You shared the evening with sweet talks and love lingering between the two of you. Sharing the food he cooked and the wine you bought.

"I have a gift for you." You said joyfully as you placed the glass of wine carefully on the table. "It might not be much, since you have everything." You playfully roll your eyes as you push the small box in front of him.

"You can open it now." You said as you clasped your hands near your cheeks. Excitement can be easily heard from your voice.

He carefully unwrapped the gift as if almost scared to destroy it. His eyes widened at the gift you gave him.

"Love, you didn't have to." His eyes softened when he looked at you. It was a wristwatch. It was nothing compared to everything he bought you. But this particular one was hard to find. He couldn't find it in the stores you both often go to. He dislikes online shopping, saying it's too much of a hassle. So, you, as a loving girlfriend, patiently search every single online shop you know, just to find this watch.

"It's nothing compared to everything you have given me, Beom." You held his hand and looked at him lovingly. He smiled sweetly at you as he sighed in defeat.

Beomgyu has always been a big fan of extravagance and elegance, and tonight, he was eager to show it off again to you. He asked you to close your eyes as he stood up to grab the gift he bought. When you opened your eyes, a beautifully wrapped box sat invitingly on the table.

“Open it,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes. You excitedly open the box. Inside, you found the most exquisite lingerie—a lingerie that shimmered softly, and you bet it wouldn't cover you fully.

Your eyes are wide as you stutter to talk to him.

"L-love, what...what is this?" This is the lingerie your eyes always laid upon whenever you go to that one place with Beomgyu. You just always smile at yourself every time you see this, shaking off the naughty ideas building in your mind. But to hold it with your own hands, to be gifted it to you as your own, it makes you so shy.

“Try it on for me,” he urged, his excitement palpable. He crossed his arms on his chest as he stared at you, a smirk, once again, plastered on his face. You felt a rush of anticipation as you headed to his bedroom, slipping into the lingerie. Staring at your reflection in the mirror. Unsure if you want to go out and face him. Your cheeks show a visible bright hue of pink, and your ears red.

Beomgyu was the one to follow you when you did not show. Beomgyu’s expression was one of pure admiration. “Wow,” he breathed, stepping closer. “You look breathtaking.” The red lingerie is barely covering your chest, you are thankful that there was a free mini skirt cut of the lingerie that can cover you below.

He circled you slowly, taking in every detail, before leaning in to whisper, “Fuck, it fits you perfectly." He tucks your hair on the back of your ear. Your ears burn hot with embarrassment and with the sensation. Yes, you've been with Beomgyu for a while but you haven't taken it to the next level, aside from heavy make-outs of course, that's why you feel so small and embarrassed in front of him.

He made you face the big mirror again, as he stood at your back. He gently placed his arms on your neck. You couldn't help but whimper at how you looked. You shut your eyes as you felt a shiver down your spine.

"Fuck." He cursed once more, almost unheard. "Don't make a sound like that, sweetheart. I might not be able to control myself." He places his other hand on your waist, taking a dip where your neck and shoulder blades meet as he inhales your scent. "You smell so sweet."

"Beomgyu, please..." You can feel yourself trembling in his hands. He pulls away, making you frown a little bit. He walked towards the bed as he sat down on the edge.

"C'mere." He taps on his lap as you walk towards him. You swear you heard him mutter 'fuck's' and 'shit's' under his breath. You sat on his lap as he held your waist, letting his lips crash on yours. You clawed on his chest for the sensation you are feeling. The kiss he's giving you is careful but needy, gentle but hot. You both pull away, lips swollen, and steam can be felt between the two of you.

"Please tell me to stop now. I can't afford to hurt you." He closed his eyes as he tried to ground himself. With mustered-up courage, you slowly got off of him and started to get down instead.

"Sweetheart, I'm warning you." He tried to warn you as he held your wrist. You shook your head. "I've been dying to do this to you, Beomie". You stared up at him as you slowly unbuckled his belt.

"Fuck, please..." He bit his lips. Still trying to control himself. You raise his dress shirt a bit, enough for his abdomen to show.

You slowly stroke him when he finally lets go of your wrist.

"Ah! Shit- love, fuck." You can see how his abdomen clenches at the sensation. You lowered your head, giving him kitten licks, testing the waters, tasting his pre-cum. He held your hair, not enough to hurt you but enough to take control. He tried to lower your head more, making his tip be fully shoved into your mouth.

"Fucking hell. You look so pretty." He loosens his grip on your hair and carefully caresses your face, as you lean on his hand. He voluntarily removed the buttons of his shirt discarding it at the bedside.

His hands moved back to your head once again as he pushed you down a bit more making you whimper. He cursed once again as he felt the vibrating sensation from your mouth. "Are you okay?" He checks you. Only for him to moan again as you hum on his cock in your mouth. Once he knows you got used to him, he controls the moment of your head, making you clench on nothing. You are guessing he is almost coming undone when his voice gets a bit higher in pitch.

"Fuck, stop right there." He commanded, making you stop your movement. He pulled you up to kiss you once again, this time a bit more aggressive than the first one. He pulled away, only to press his thumb on your lips. "Hot.." you muttered, before sucking on his thumb. The action got Beomgyu reeling as his remaining self-control slipped out.

He made you stand up and lay down on the bed as he discarded his pants. You were not expecting him to go down on you but he is Beomgyu. The guy who always puts you first. The guy who always took care of you first instead of himself. His fingers swiftly removed the newly bought lingerie,

You trembled when you felt his tongue lap onto your cunt. He gripped your waist to stop you from squirming away from him.

"Beomgyu! Ah fuck! Fuck it feels so good!" The voice came out strained. He hums and looks up at you as he rubs a circular motion on your sensitive nub.

"Please, please Beomgyu! I-i'm gonna cum!" Your eyes well up with tears. As you beg him, unsure of what, you chant him as many please as your mouth can say.

He tasted a salty-sweet taste on his tongue as you come undone, fucking his tongue in and out of you as you ride your high.

"Give me one more, love, I know you can." He said as he once more made you cum on his tongue.

"You tasted so sweet. I might be addicted to your taste, damn."He mutters as he hovers over you, littering your neck with dark red and purplish marks. You tried to grind on him which he immediately felt and smiled.

"Never thought you'd be this eager. I should've bought that lingerie a long time ago if I only knew." He chuckled as he pressed a deep kiss on your still-swollen lips.

He supported his body up with his arms. Your eyes watched how his muscles flexed on both of his arms. You can't help but hold on to it knowing what is happening next.

"Should we stop, love? I have no condoms prepared. I really didn't know we were taking it up to-"

"Please take me raw." Your eyes pleading. You held his arms tighter. He stared at your love bites- littered body as he bit his lips.

"If you ask me like that, how can I even say no?". He held your cheeks for a while before totally discarding his boxers. "Tell me if it's too much and we'll stop. I want to ruin you but I don't wanna hurt you, darling." He sincerely said as he lined himself up at your entrance.

You never felt a sensation this good before. His raw flesh drags inside you slowly. "More. I can take it" you assured, shaking off the stretching pain you are feeling.

"Please tell me the truth. I think I'm hurting you, baby." He worries. You hug him closer as you ask him to fully push in. "Please push it in more, Beom. I need more.." you muttered, cock drunk, fucked out.

He can't help but to bit his lip and bottom out in you as he stared at your fucked out expression. "Fuckin' tight. You feel so good, wrapping around my cock, baby." He smirked at you. You avoided his gaze out of embarrassment as

"I'll start moving." He announced still staring at you as he slowly moved in and out. You are now a whimpering and a moaning mess in front of him. The pretty girl who once was pretty in his eyes when angry is now all fucked out. Unable to form coherent words as whimpers, whines, and moans are the only thing that comes out of your mouth.

"Ahh! Shit love, please stop clenching on me or I might cum inside you!" With a warning tone, he tries to stop you. But every time you hear him curse, you heard him moan as if on cue, as you were clenching on his cock. You can't help yourself but clench on him some more.

"I'm.. fuck.. fuck! Fuck Beomgyu! Oh god!" You were squirming under him, feeling every bit of his cock drag in your insides. It's giving you too much sensation you couldn't handle.

"Come on my cock then. Show me how much you love me, baby. Show me how much you can do for me." He himself can't help but move faster inside you with his high nearing.

You clawed on his arms making him wince as you come undone on his cock, body shaking, he held you closer as he fucks you more into your high, his white thick cum painting your walls. "Shit!" He exclaimed as his ears rang when he pushed more inside, making your lips quiver and your eyes shut close.

A few more seconds when he calmed down from his high he pulled out of you. Almost ran to the bathroom to grab a wet towel. In everything, he puts you first, cleaning you more than himself. He grabbed a shirt from his closet and made you slip it on to make you feel comfortable. He picked up his pants to wear them again as he laid beside you.

You mouthed 'Happy anniversary, love' before you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He chuckled as he pulled you closer and hugged you as he tucked you both under the blanket. Allowing you and himself to dive deep in sleep.

'This was a better gift than the watch, I guess', he thinks to himself.

@binniesbooks 2024

[doremimosasol]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 ๋࣭⭑

warnings: suggestive (trying to get into it more please forgive me), swearing

word count: 0,7 k (just a small one this time :))

a/n: thank you so so much @slytherinslut0 for proofreading this and giving these amazing adaptions, I love you <3

Oh, Mattheo was always so goddamn needy. 10 minutes until class? Not ideal. But Mattheo did a lot of things far from ideal. Once you gave him the chance to lay his hands on you, he never stopped.

How you’d finally gotten here was almost mind-boggling to him after months of just trying to get you to look at him, months of wondering how those delicate hands of yours would feel on his body. However, it was more than that. He didn't only want your touch on his skin, he wanted it on his soul. Gods, he’d never craved someone as much as he craved you.

And no matter what he did, he couldn’t control himself. Thoughts running wild when he stared at his ceiling, finding their way back to you without failure. His mind was consumed by thoughts of you. It drove him insane, resulting in endless sleepless nights.

Oh… but when he finally got you to look at him, when he finally got you to speak to him, the thoughts only got worse. You were definitely interested, it must be. Were you though?

To him, it seemed all too coincidental. You woke at the same time as him, and ate breakfast at the same time as him—your minds must be connected. You went to the library at night, you must've known it was a habit of his too. Take the same routes as him? Gosh, you must be in love with him.

But maybe you actually were falling for him, you saw him more than you saw your own friends. Everywhere you were, he was. Coincidence? Hell no. Schedules of each other in the back of both of your minds.

It didn't even take a month before he had you pressed against the wall of one of the broom closets. Hot breath, fervent fingers, charged atmosphere. You wanted each other. He was hastily moving his hands over your shirt, cursing it for getting in the way of his goal.

"For fuck's sake, let these buttons open up already."

Warm breath hitting your ear while he let his hands travel everywhere they shouldn't be. He was so hot, everything about your interactions was hot. Fingers inching closer to the place where you desperately needed them most.

You two never kissed though, the contact of lips unnecessary in the heat of those moments. It would make it feel too real. Because if you didn't kiss, nothing happened right? You could just go on with your lives until the next time.

And that's how you both acted around each other outside of the places and moments he worshipped your body. No traces left on each other, a secret.

10 minutes until class, enough time to get your high. For each of you to get your fix. But not nearly enough time to calm down—both still on edge in class. The steady yapping from the professor at the front was not even remotely being absorbed. Eyes glued to each other, unable to wipe the feel of fingers on skin from your minds. The heat of each other's eyes reflecting the heat that you both now so desperately tried to cool down.

And every time it became more real, the passion was not only present in those rooms but now when you both were around each other throughout the day. The nagging feeling. The emotion undeterred.

You knew it was over when you two finally kissed. You were in far too deep to turn back now. Because it already felt too real, and you both knew it. Once you started, you couldn’t stop — not doing anything other than kissing that night. Trying to make up for the time you waited.

Bodies moving in sync, not even able to catch your breath. You felt out of this world. Yet he was still by his senses, still making sure his body was driving you to your high. Once he heard the familiar sound of your moans he knew, he once again succeeded.

His breath hitting your ears, burning your skin. "Let's make this fucking real, yeah? Be my girlfriend, please be my girlfriend." He was begging... or demanding?

Of course, you said yes. You finally caught your breath, only for it to be taken away once more — and more and endlessly more times.

[star-riding-through-clouds]

I don’t care what you post on edblr, yap whatever you want, it’s your acc, but PLEASE don’t share misinformation disguised as tips.

I saw someone say that “cold water makes you fat because it freezes the fat in your body” are you fucking mad? The starvation is gotta be getting to your head because WHAT

we all know that people here are young, and I mean YOUNG. A lot of them don’t know what a calorie even is and you come and post this “tips” that are only going to give them unnecessary suffering. Do your research before you go on saying stuff like that

[ay-chuu]

Thank you, next? (Ex!)

Obey me boys (brothers + dateables <except simeon>) past lovers hcs and thoughts about why mc is different from them. <AKA why they fell for you> (By the way i didnt specify any gender in ex's because i talk about all genders!!) Mc is gn too!

(Warning: kinda suggestive. Talking about one night stands and pls, pls spare my grammer mistakes eng. Is not my first language 😔🤙🏾)

Notes: idk why but i couldn't write for my fav, simeon. Maybe i will add him to this post in future

Lucifer

I dont think his pride let him date someone ever. He stayed in the line of courting and flirting. Like really a lot. He just wanted to see if they were going to gain his affection or not. The persons im actually talking about is always... prideful like him. He never gave a chance to people like Diavolo. (So diavolo was his first in this category AHEM!) Loyals to noble, citizen to high society. It didnt matter to him. He flirted everyone who catched his attention (which is really hard...) and when it happened it just ended with some one night stands. He never felt love. He just liked them for fun, passion or just to... experience. Witches, sorcerers, demons, angels... it really didnt matter to him.

Personas like Mc was out of his lines naturally. His pride didnt even make him thought about it. But as his brothers started to be fond of you, he realised what he misses. The real sincerity he wants, the real experience he aches... that was the first realization of his love for you.

Mammon

He dated people that mostly like him. careless, luxury-loving, praise-loving and boastful... you know the starboys, stargirls, star people like 'amazing' as him. Models, actresses, actors, singers, idols... and even though he never dated a witch he had some one night stands. Sorry for bad example but until meeting mc, dating for him was like leanardo di'caprios love life 👋🏼😭 (HE DOESN'T HAVE THE AGE PROBLEM PLS)

The reason he fell hard was how he actually felt some really careness from mc unlike some fake praises or just you know... unnecessary exaggerated sentences. But with mc, he really felt like being listened. Being cared, being not put the role of some jerk.

Leviathan

None. Except you count his 3 months virtual lover lolol?? He was just jealous of his brothers and wanted to experience it but he just really felt like doing some lovers rp in that time. Even his brothers doesn't know this too.

Does he really have to explain? You always acted him nice. Never saw him as a key of something. You really loved to listen his yapping. And never judged him for a something that he actually screwed. Yoy accepted him as a friend, and he did too. But as some time passes... he realised he was in love with his true friend.

Satan

Dating? No. Courting? No. Flirting? For some fun and lust, yes. Just these. Except that he loved to be unique socialite. He loved to feel the 'i want to be with you' eyes on him. He never admits this too. But like a cat, he just loved to gain it. His social connections are everwhere so from witches to sorcerers, models to artists, lower demons to nobles he always got the attention he wanted. But like i said it was just some fun. A passion that lasts as long match. Thats all.

You accepted the challenge of peeling his barriers. And the first time you did... he was really angry. (The moment you declined his pact offer) he really didnt like to fail his achieves. But you didnt like it either. He loved that. But all aside, you found his existential crisis a solve. And you just did it because it became right to you. Not because you wanted to impress him... or lucifer. He felt this in his long life for first.

Asmodeus

... do you really need me to explain? All people. He tried every kind, sort, type, every! As long as he felt like a new kind of challenge, a new kind of lust and being worshiped. When i say everyone i mean it. From the devildom to human world. Even when he was an angel. He was just a bit more careful and less playful then.

Not being able to charm you? Challenge accepted. Being x2 times AND emotionally charmed by you? Take it back. TAKE IT BACK! He always loved to being attached not to attached to someone! But as he knows you more, he realize this is also a new kind of feeling! He always thought live long loves were going to make him so bored and prisoned at some point. And he was right about being prisoned. But did he care? Not anymore.

Beelzebub

Nahh even he did tried to date [he was just curious] it backfired. Whenever the person asked for some alone time or date he always declined because of some kind of planned event with his brothers. And with some time this caused the relationships end naturally. His family was always first for him.

And thats the reason. His family is always FIRST for him. And you, who saved his brother and made his family all happy and together again also were a family member. You were just new in it. You did what he couldnt. He was so grateful to have you... and his admiration for you turned to love. Because he realized how perfect you personality was. Because he realized how his family was healed with you.

Belphegor

He probably always made fun of this topic like an emo boy 🥲 whenever he felt some urges like lust he just had some one night stands. He was so focused on his self hatred side and that made him always look down on love.

And now he also hates about himself for this too. He always felt guilt how this way of thinking made him hurt you. How someone like you, just a human, free him from lucifer and... his own prison. He killed your trust. He literally strangled it with his hand. But still, you found a way to find a new trust again and show to him. He really believed he really didn't deserve you. And when he realized that, he knew what he was feeling.

Diavolo

He did it for learning duty. As the prince of devildom he must know how to court a lady, gentleman or anybody. So he really courted lots of person. He was really kind to them. Even though he was forced to do so with some of them (ahem politic reasons) he never dropped his perfect act. But problem was here. It was all act. He never felt like saying the things he actually said. Or when he spent the night away with them he always felt so weird after with it. Still knowing he was going to marry a demon someday and going to do that anyways, he did not think so much on it.

But never he did think he would fallen love with a human that he invited. At first he really tried to deny and reason himself. Like even though he did break all the 3 barriers and connected them, this didn't gave a permission to have you. Still, he didnt care. He always acted like a good prince and he still does. Doesn't he deserves some really sincerity. Doesn't he deserves your kind actions. Even if its a little bit, doesn't he deserves you?

Barbatos

This mf... bro is the kind of parent that did all kind of things but never let his son doing it. I mean it. When he was using his power freely he did lots of sins about love. Breaking hearts, seducing someone taken to have it himself, then leave them to start a new adventure... man was the owner of the song: heartless. But since he started to serve as diavolo's butler, he changed all of his personas about this. Even his one night stands was so rare. And he is acting like a such a parent about this too. Like when diavolo starts to say about his new courtship bro is yapping like "may i meet them first my lord?" . If there was a thing that didn't changed about him, this was how slowly he would give himself to someone.

And this happened with you too. When he sensed your interest, he hid himself pretty well. But the trouble was, Barbatos realized that your interest was more of a pure curiosity than the curiosity he had experienced in the past. In fact, many people had approached him like this in the past. The difference was that now he had really changed. Goodness, did many year let him forget what was exciting about this... but no. This was so much better. Because for a first time, he wanted to give in really. For a first time he wanted to last it long. Yes he changed a lot. And he wished he did it sooner.

Solomon

I do not think in game he had 700 wives and 300 concubine BUT i think he dated some people for benefits. Like more power, knowledge, etc. Also he had a loong life as human so im sure he had sone interests. But he never felt... the one for him. He just felt nice, giggly, also got the things he wanted. Thats all. "It was nice while it lasted" is the quote for him.

At first he was amused how every brother started to fall for you one by one. This got him curious. He actually thought you were like him and always found a way to charm someone to make them do the things you wanted. But he didn't expect you to be REALLY get attached to brothers because you love them. And it was this easy for you. He was all alone in his thoughts and goals almost in every inch of his life. But you came, didn't question him, just wanted to help him with his loneliness like you did the brothers. You didn't even asked more from him but he wanted to give you more. So he ofdered you to be his apprentice. For him, you were a diamond he had been searching in underground for decades.