#also is that his D$ck in the corner ?

[arcanealora]

OBSESSED

pairing : Taehyung x female reader

genre : smut, dark romance (?), stalker au

rating : 18+

warnings : explicit language, stalking, hidden cameras, self pleasurings, rough making out, smut smut smut!, dom! Tae, sub! reader, unprotected sex (this is fiction don't take any risks!), little dirty talks, fingering, over stimulation, countless orgasms, champagne confetti (squirting lol), d!ck riding, rough sex (because Taehyung goes out of control), Taehyung is your enemy (atleast he pretends to be).

"FUCK YOU!" you yell at the top of your lungs, fuming with rage. Taehyung grabs your arm and pulls you in a corner of the club, "Your house or mine?" the smug attitude not leaving his face while he leans in to whisper these words in your ears. You push him away and let out a scoff, "Go fuck the girls you were dancing with earlier." you look away not letting him guess the jealousy on your face. "Why are you behaving like you are my girlfriend?" Taehyung asks making you look at him. "Eww I would rather die than be your girlfriend," you make a disgusted face making him scoff. "Feelings are mutual," he speaks before leaving you alone at that corner and goes for a drink.

You and Taehyung met a year ago in this same club through mutual friends and the first meet itself was a disaster. You have punched his face thinking that he stalked you to the club and in return he threw a glass of wine on your brand new dress, you both have never been on good terms since then. Your close friend Jimin, who is also his best friend, always tried to spark a friendship between you two but it always ended in something worse.

Lately, he has been acting very differently. He flirts, acts weird when you get close with someone and you have a feeling that he stalks you everytime you leave the club. Last week, you threw a house warming party and also invited him as you decided to end the beef but somehow things didn't end well because he introduced himself as your boyfriend to your parents when you had already told them you are single. Not that you parents have any problem with you having a boyfriend, you are an adult and mature enough, but they thought you lied to them. Hence, you and Taehyung got into a heated argument when he confessed that he just wanted to take the revenge of that punch you gave him a year ago like he already didn't mess with you enough.

And now you are confused as hell with all his behaviours, sometimes he acts like a jerk and sometimes he behaves like he owns you. You hate to admit but you have a soft corner for him, he is totally your type.

You hang your purse on your shoulder and walk towards the exit until he stops you, "What now?" Instead of talking, he comes closer to you and stroke your cheeks lightly with his long fingers. "Are you this drunk to act so soft with me now?" you snort. "beautiful," he breaths, "you look beautiful." There he goes again. "Hey, are you really drunk?" you furrow your eyebrows.

He chuckles softly and stops stroking your cheeks. "Don't you....," he brings his fingers to your lips, lightly brushing his thumb against your lower lip, "don't you love how my fingers touch you?"

Your eyes widen for a moment, you take a deep breath to calm the sudden acceleartion in your heart beats before speaking, "you confuse me Taehyung."

"Do I?"

you nod lightly.

"I am sorry," his voice seems soft and gentle unlike how it normally sounds, he removes his hand from your face and leans back to the wall.

you sigh and look at your watch, "I am leaving now it's late, have fun but don't drink too much."

He instantly grabs your hand and pulls you closer, "Fun? I swear I wasn't trying to get close with any girl, I was just vibing at the song and they joined in. That's it. Infact when they started getting closer to me I backed off, you can ask Jimin and you know he doesn't lie."

You listen him but your mind gets dizzy by the closeness and the way he is holding you.

"I... I really don't care even if you got close with them, you don't need to explain me." you remove his hand from yours and step a little back from the closeness.

"yeah right, why would you care," he looked down for a second and then back into your eyes, "by the way, I am not drunk.... I just had a glass of wine so don't think I am making you confuse because I am drunk."

"So why are you actually confusing me?"

"I think you should leave."

"Fuck you!"

"Aren't you too eager to fuck me?" he chuckles making you frown.

"In your dreams." you roll your eyes.

"We already did" he smirks

"what?"

"in my dreams.."

"what in your dreams?"

"You were leaving right? Bye." he speaks before leaving you dumbfounded again.

"Fuck you Kim Taehyung." you mutter under your breath and leave the club.

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Taehyung leaves the club soon after you, you were right... he stalks you everytime you leave the club but not today, he didn't.

He was so heated up from the earlier interactions you both had, the way your body almost pressed against his when he pulled you towards himself.... you would never know how crazy you make him just by looking into his eyes that he wants to pin you against some wall and make out roughly with you.

Well, he has some great self control or else the way you affect him, he just wants to fuck you senselessly..... everytime you were close to him, everytime you accidently touched him.... he has always went hard. And now after the club incident and the way you reacted when he touched your lips lightly, made him hard. He drives to his home and as soon as he enters his room, closing the door behind, he takes out his laptop and open some secret app. He types the long password and a blank buffering screen appears which suddenly opens the view of your room.

Yes, he did install hidden cameras in your room when you invited him for the house warming party and you never knew when he sneaked into your room. At first, he felt a little guilty so he never really tried to see anything even though he wanted to. It's been a week and he had hardly seen anything other than one time when you made him hard by sitting on his lap accidently and he couldn't control himself but that time he shut the video soon as you stripped in your room. He almost stopped breathing then, seeing you completely naked on his laptop's screen.

This time, his mind is filled with all the nasty thoughts. He is hard, he could watch porn but just seeing your naked body would make him release better than those porns.

He fidgets his fingers and tap his feet in anticipation, he sits straight when he hears the door opening sound of your room. You enter your room, closing the door behind and throw your purse on the floor, making him chuckle a little. You take off your heels and throw them aside too. You jump sit on the bed, crossing your legs and take your phone in hand. He frowns seeing you not strip out of the party dress already but little does he know that something else is waiting for him.

You scroll your phone screen but your mind still at the club interaction with Taehyung, you let out a sigh and search for his ig account. You got it quick as he was in your mutuals and his account wasn't private as well. Taehyung really didn't get any idea that you are stalking his account because he couldn't see what's on your phone screen. You keep scrolling until you reach to a video clip where he is playing piano :

you open this video and lean back on the head board of your bed, you smile a little at his dramatic reactions at first. Meanwhile, Taehyung in his room taps his feet faster, fidgeting his fingers on the table while he keeps his eyes fixed on you through the screen.

As the video goes on, his expressions and the way his fingers moves hits you a little differently.... your cheeks turns red suddenly. "Don't you love how my fingers touch you?" his words voices in your mind again and again as you see how his fingers work on the piano.. your breath gets a little heavy and you straighten up your legs... his expressions and his long fingers, the way it's working on the piano, makes your mind filled with dirty thoughts.

The video clip ends but you watch it again and again and everytime your breaths gets even heavier.... as you continue watching the video again, your hand slowly travells to your thigh.... you rub your thighs a little which makes Taehyung raise his eyebrow.

You spread your legs a little and your hand goes upward on your thigh... stroking it gently, you pull up the hem of your short dress revealing your bare thighs and your little shorts which you wore for safety reasons.

The next thing Taehyung saw was you pulling down your shorts and throwing it aside, now only in your panty. His breaths turns sharp and heavy... even with the panty on, you still managed to get him harder.

Your hand rest on your inner thigh as you continue watching the video, slowly it goes upward and now your fingers are pressed on your clothed clit. Taehyung gasps realising what exactly you are doing.

"Holy fuck," he mutters under his breath.

He leans closer to the screen, you start drawing circles on your clothed clit lightly.... his hands veins popping up by how tightly he was gripping the table as he was trying hard not to touch his hardened cock.

You start rubbing your clit hardly but your panty was still on, You paused the video and now spreaded your legs wide open, leaning back properly on the headboard as you rubbed your clit a little fast before entering a finger inside your pussy from the side of your panty.

"Take out that danm cloth y/n!" he slams the table a little hardly. His cock hardened and erect.

"Oh shittt," you whimper as you insert another finger. Taehyung's fists clench tightly, veins popping out hard and his breaths get heavy.... his cock was now painfully hard.

"Oh my god... mhmmmm..., " you moan when you bring your other hand to rub your clit.

You pause for a moment, breathing heavily... it seemed like you are trying hard but not able to get your orgasm.

Taehyung keeps looking at the screen, his eyes were filled with lust and desires, not moving away from the screen even for a second.

"cum. shit. make yourself cum," he breathed, "I wanna see that pretty reaction on your face when you cum, show me."

You resume the video clip of him and finger yourself while watching it, your eyes fixed on every move of his fingers in the video and the way he is giving those horny reactions. You move your fingers faster but still far from your orgasm.

Taehyung's eyes fixed on your fingers and your clothed clit which was slightly visible now, his mouth open a little. He was waiting not so patiently to see you cum.

"Oh my god Taehyung, fuckkkk!!!" you moaned loudly closing your eyes and fucking yourself even faster which made Taehyung widen his eyes, mouth hung open and mind blank for a moment. He gulped hard, his adam's apple bobbing, as his throat went dry. His grip on the table tightened even more.

"Repeat." he muttered under his breath almost loosing all his patience to hear you moaning his name once again to make sure he heard correct.

"T-Taehyung.... fuckkkkk, oh god.... his fingers, I need it. Fuckkk" you whine, closing your eyes tightly, completely frustrated on not being able to relax yourself with the orgasm you need.

"FUCK!" he cursed the moment he heard his name again, he stood up with a jerk making his chair fall behind and rushed out with his car keys. His breaths were hitched, heart pounding in his chest and his cock standing erect, he didn't touch it even once to calm himself down. Now, he just wants to fuck you senselessly and then will his hard cock relax. He wants only your pussy around his cock, he didn't care how painfully hard he was... he will release only inside you and he didn't think twice.

He was driving his car in insane speed, almost getting into an accident... his hands gripping the steering wheel. Frustration crazying him as he was not able to increase the speed anymore, as if it was even possible.

He stops his car by pressing the breaks harshly when he reached your house, almost crashing to the parked car outside of your house.

He quickly gets out of the car and run to ring the doorbell, you flinch hearing the doorbell at this time. It was unusual for you. You get off the bed and set your dress properly. By the time you reached the main door of your house, he had almost broke it by banging the door continuously.

You open the door revealing a heavily panting Taehyung, sweats dripping from his forehead. Your eyes widened.

"You? what-"

Before you could even complete your question he came inside and grabbed your waist pulling you into a rough kiss. You gasped, shocked and confused. He closes the door behind and turns you around, pressing you against the wall as he kisses you deeply. Your mind was completely blank but you felt melting in his kiss. You kissed him back, giving in, his lips moved against yours harshly... he bit your lower lip making you gasp lightly and entered his tongue in your mouth. His tongue rubbed your lips and then explored every corner of your mouth. The sound of your sloppy and rough kiss was clearly heard.... he was literally devouring your mouth.

You were completely breathless, in need of oxygen but he was not in a mood to leave your mouth so soon. You patted his shoulder asking him to let you breath. He sucked and bit your lips before pulling away from the kiss. You were now more surprised by how roughly he was kissing you even though when he was literally panting when he came here and now you are the one completely breathless. You panted heavily holing his shoulders and he let you calm a little before speaking,

"Now take off that little panty of yours and let me help you with what you were trying for, so hardly." he whispered leaning forward towards your ear, his words came like he is ordering you and you have no other option. You gasped at his words.

"What?" your eyes still widen from shock.

"Don't you need my fingers? You just begged for it baby and seems like your prayers has been heard" he smirks darkly.

You were not able to figure out how does he know and your words were completely stuck in your throat.

"H-how?" you stuttered not able to speak anything more.

The dark smirk was still playing on his lips as he spoke, "Only if I knew you were this needy for me, I wouldn't think twice before fucking you instead of watching you live from the hidden cameras."

Your eyes widen even more and mouth slightly open.

"Hidden what?"

"So you were serious everytime you said 'Fuck you' to me huh? What a bad girl you are, fucking yourself while imagining my fingers on you. What else do you imagine about me baby?"

your cheeks were red from embarrassment and you didn't look into his eyes so he held your chin and made you look up.

"Won't you take me to your room? I promise I will pleasure you better than you imagine... you don't need any video of mine when I am here to fuck you better than you want," he lifts you up in his arms and walks towards your room, "I will make sure to give you as many orgasms as you want."

As soon as he enters your room with you in his arms, he sits down on the bed and places you on his lap before kissing your neck.

"Strip and lay down on the bed, now." his voice completely demanding. You gulp a little as you get off from his lap and stand infront of him.

"Don't make me wait anymore, you have already made me enough impatient," he spoke indicating towards his visible bulge which made your mouth slightly open again. He chuckled at your reaction.

"Now strip but leave that panty of yours on your body," he orders and you follow his words without thinking anymore.

You take off your dress and your bra, leaving yourself only in the panty and lay down on the bed. You fidget your fingers in the nervousness, taking deep breaths.

He sits infront of your legs and spread them wide... He sucked in a deep breath when he saw the wet patches on your panty which you got earlier from rubbing your clit.

He wanted to destroy that little pussy of yours but also wanted to give you the best pleasures so he decided to take things in order. His hand strked your thighs gently and without wasting anymore time he reached your inner thighs, rubbing them with his fingers. You gasped and gasped with every touch of his.

He tried his best to control himself but the tention inside was more than enough to make him loose his mind, he took of your panty and threw it aside, you heard a gasp from him.

"Holy fuck! you are dripping from wetness.," his mouth watering at the sight infront of him, "all this for me?" he asked, his hands were very near to you heat. You nod, closing your eyes as you felt the embarrassment.

"So fucking pretty," he muttered running his fingers on your folds. A current ran through your body when he touched your heat, you whimpered lowly.

He pressed his finger on your clit and rubbed light circles on it making your chest rise with heavy and sharp breaths. He was loving the reactions you were giving him, just like he wanted.

Without wasting a single second he inserted his middle finger in your hold making you clench the bed sheets. He started pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing the soft bud as he increases the pace.

"I want to hear my name from that pretty mouth of yours, moan for me." he ordered seeing you trying to control fyourself from making any noice.

"shit! Taehyung," you finally moaned, you actually wanted to but you thought it would be embarrassing.

"How gorgeous you look moaning my name like that when I fuck you with my fingers," he groaned inserting another finger which made you gasp louder.

Your mind goes dizzy with all the pleasure and you feel yourself at the edge, "I... I will cum.." you speak between your shaky breaths.

"Cum for me princess."

You were too busy wanting your climax that you didn't actually pay attention to the nick name he just called you with.

His fingers expertly caress your bundle of nerves, causing ripples of exquisite sensations to travel through your entire being. A wetness gathers around his digits as they dance with skill on your aching clitoris and inner walls. The feeling intensifies, pushing you further beyond your limits as pleasure becomes almost unbearable but just when you think you may succumb, he increases the pressure on your peak, sending wave upon wave of bliss coursing throughout your eager body.

"Ahhh fuckkkk! Taehyung~" you moan loudly as you reach your climax and get that orgasm which you wanted from so long.

Taehyung doesn't stop, he continues to masterfully pleasure your throbbing clitoris and tenderly explore your pulsing insides, bringing you to shuddering orgasm after orgasm until the sheer ecstasy consumes you completely. Your cries fill the air as your muscles contract again and again, writhing beneath him. Yet, even amidst the rapture of climax, Taehyung doesn't slow down. His unrelenting devotion keeps the electric currents flowing through your veins, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

You feel another pool of pleasure forming inside your stomach as you keep moaning from how fast and roughly he was fingering you now.

"Oh god... Oh god... Taehyung please..." you whine but he just doesn't stop.

"yeah princess?" he asks innocently and you just shake your head.

"How badly you needed my fingers? how many times did you touch yourself imagining me huh? such a bad girl, you could have just asked me baby," his voice hoarse, "is my fingers making you feel good? is it satisfying you the way you always imagined?"

You nod your head instantly, "yess, yes... yess, Please don't stop."

He chuckles darkly before speaking, "I have no intention of stopping, not until you beg me to."

Taehyung grinds his knuckles into your overheated clit, applying a steady, relentless rhythm. Each pressurized pulse hits your sensitive area, ripple after ripple of pleasurable sensations spreading outwards. The pace quickens, as he adjusts the angle of his thrusts, finding new ways to stimulate every last inch of your core. Sweat begins to trickle down your temples and spine as your heart races faster in anticipation. Your head lolls back, surrendering to the building tide of passion.

soon another orgasm washes over you as you cum once again, moaning his name loudly. He stops for a moment, letting your breath.

"Fuck! That was-" you swallow the rest of your words as he inserts his finger once again without any warning.

"Fuck!!" you let out a cry, you were still coming down from the intense pleasure you just got and he started fingering again.

Your voice echoes, fueling his determination. He ferociously strums your throbbing nub, maintaining a firm grip on your hips to keep you grounded in this passionate frenzy. Rapid, heated breaths escape your lungs as the tension builds within you. Your body instinctively responds, clenching and releasing sporadically in a futile effort to delay the inevitable explosion of desire. It's no use, the sensation proves too powerful; your breasts heave as a low moan escapes you. And then comes the wave, threatening to overwhelm you.

"Oh fuckk.... please....." you whine, your thighs tremble and clenches on its own but he grabs and keeps it firm not allowing you to move.

"I promised that I will give you plenty of orgasms so be a good girl now." he growls.

You close your eyes tightly from the overwhelming pleasures, you were not able to breath properly other than moaning and screaming.

Taehyung's hairs sticks on his forehead from the sweat dripping from his head, his eyes focused on his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy and his thumb rubbing your clit. He seemed so determined to give you orgasms, his eyes was dark and filled with hunger.

Your voices echoes.

"HOLY FUCKKK!!!! FUCKKKKK!!!!" you scream louder as you cum again, thrice, your body arched back and toes curled, your fingers dug in the bedsheets and eyes rolled back, chest rised up as you feel another strong orgasm. Your mind completely goes blank for a moment. You squirt all over his fingers but he just doesn't stop, his other handstarts rubbing your clit senselessly, taking out all the liquids from inside your pussy. A huge mess.

"Taehyung~ please~ I can't take it more... please" you beg him as tears roll down your eyes.

He slows down his fingers eventually stopping it and then pulls it out. He gently pats your throbbing and heated clit to calm you down. Your pussy was literally pounding from all the intense orgasms and assault.

You take heavy breaths and gulp to wet your dry throat. He leans in and kisses your lips again before taking you in his lap.

"Now help me princess, it's painful." his words were begging but his voice was still demanding.

you kiss him once again before pushing him down on the bed.You unbutton his shirts quickly and then pull away his pants along with his boxers. His length bouncing out, a gasp escaped your mouth seeing how big and hard he is.

"Will it even fit?" you asked making him chuckle.

"It will fit and you will take it all like a good girl you are." you can feel how big of a dominant he is and you liked it that way, being submissive to him in bed was not bad at all.

with a sultry grin you, you crawl towards him, perching yourself above his rigid erection. You can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance, you rub his length on your folds gently, moaning at the sensation.

"Fuck! Take it already" he groaned and you followed. Inch by inch, you sink deeper onto him until finally your wetness embraces his entire length, surprisingly fiting in your little cunt. That's how nicely he fingered you.

"Are you okay?" he asks massaging your breasts.

"Fuck, yes I am." you let out a low moan, adjusting yourself on his cock.

He grabs your hips as you start moving slowly on his rock hard member..

"Holy fuck, you feel so good," he moans, "more than I ever imagined"

"you imagined me like this?" you ask rocking your hips on his cock.

"Always, everytime I was hard.... I always imagined fucking you like this to release myself," he groans and his hand grip guiding your hips in a perfect rhythm, "you feel so good, so fucking good."

"fuck!" you curse at the feeling of being impaled by him and his confessions were so intoxicating. You increase your pace, riding and grinding against him, undulating in time with pulsating rhythm.

His hands wander across your frame, cupping and pinching your erect nipples, sending bolts of electric pleasure coursing through your veins.

You could hear how seductive his moans were and how erotic it sounded, it felt like a music to your ears when he moaned your name buried inside your pussy.

His other hand rested tenderly upon your breast while the other hand helped you ride him relentlessly, with every thrust your hips squeezed his manhood tightly. a series of rippling pulses causing tremors throughout his lower body.

Moans escape from the depths of your throat, your body arching slightly with each contractions. Feeling the mighty grip of your core contracting around him. His cock twicthes inside your pussy hinting his edge.

"Cum Taehyung, like you always wanted to... cum inside my cunt... fill it with your hot release." you hype him up, as you reach your own high, earning a deep growl from him.

"Fuck! you are such a slut for me. Aren't you?" he growls, his wands now gripping your hips firmly increasing the pace to unimaginable speed.

"Fck yes!" you let out a cry.

"Then cum with me princess, come one.. show me how good of a slut you are."

He guides you to your another climax while reaching his own.

Your body arched back completely, nails dug on his chest as you both reach your climax together.

"FUCK! Such a good girl you are!" he moans loudly, releasing himself inside your cunt.

His hot and sticky fluid fills your pussy, you fall on his chest... panting heavily and his arms wrap around you.

He kisses your forehead, the least thing you could have expected and runs his fingers along your hairs once he calmed down.

"I love you." his voice soft now but still shaky from breathlessness.

You rise your face to look at him, "you what?"

He nods confirming his words, "I love you, I really do."

"Just because you had a good fuck with me?" you frown.

"No, I mean yes it was the best sex I will ever have because it's our first fuck together but I really love you."

"Since when?"

"Since the day you punched my face" he chuckled

"and you always pretended to hate me, why?" you ask, unknowingly pouting a little.

"because I liked teasing you that way, I liked the tention between us, didn't you?" he stroked your cheeks gently.

"I would hate to admit but yes, you attracted me a lot like that."

"The reason you were fucking yourself watching my video." he chuckled teasing you a little.

"uh.. and you literally installed hidden cameras here, how many times did you watch me doing that?"

"if I watched you earlier then we wouldn't be fucking for the first time today princess," you finally notice the nick name he is calling you with and a smile tugs in your lips, "its just been a week since I installed the cameras but I swear I rarely saw anything except for today, I got so needy from the club that I couldn't control myself."

"wish you watched me earlier." you speak as he continues caressing your cheeks and hairs.

"bad girl you are."

"only for you and I love you too" you confess before pecking his lips gently and he wraps you in his arms, smiling widely.

"I think I will get the best sleep today." you mumble against his chest and he just strokes your hairs after pulling a blanket over you both.

"Good night princess." he kisses your head once again.

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A/n : Believe me, this is the first time I actually wrote a proper smut like with the proper words and all. It took me hours to complete and I honestly don't know what all I wrote and if it's good because I was too horny to focus properly, I just went with the flow. Please bare with any mistakes and yeah it's my first time writing such story so please show some love y'all :)

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@cakeboxie !! Sorry you had to wait so long for this but it's just in time for Christmas so I hope you enjoy!! Thank you for joining in on the event and for this request!! I also apologise if there's any kinks in here you don't like! >///<

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{༻~Shhh baby its cold outside~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI!! Bottom Male afab reader!! Face f*cking (Wriothesley), Handcuffs (Wriothesley), Hair pulling (Wriothesley), rough s*x (Wriothesley/Neuvillette), double penetration (Neuvillette) fucking the reader dumb (Neuvillette) double d*ck (Neuvillette/Zhongli), riding (Zhongli), and slight mention of spanking (Zhongli)

Names used on the reader: Good boy/baby boy, mon amour, baby, dear

Prompt: The characters find ways to entertain the reader as a blizzard brews outside~

(Includes: Wriothesley, Zhongli, and Neuvillette!)

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

You moaned loudly around Wriothesleys length, tears rolling down your cheeks as it hit the back of your throat again and again, drool running down your chin. Your hair was a mess in his hands, his force pushing your head back onto his cock whenever his thrusts weren't enough. It was rough and paired with the handcuffs that kept your hands behind your back, it was like you were but a toy for him to use.

"F-fuck, keep that pretty mouth sucking baby boy, I'm gonna cum~"

A shiver rolled down your spine as his grip on your locks tightened, groans and grunts spilling out of him louder as your puffy red lips sucked him in. "Mmmnnh!" Was all that could escape you as his cum shot down your throat, white strands licked up by your tongue quickly and a gently kiss to his tip riling him up after he'd just begun to calm down.

"What are you doing hm?"

"Wrio, we are gonna be stuck in here together till the storm ends and I'm still handcuffed...might as well make the most of it..."

𑁍༄Zhongli:

"That's it, good boy~" Zhongli cooed into your ear, his hands guiding you down on his hard lengths as you moaned loudly, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. You'd never taken both at once before and it was no easy task, even when you started to move it felt like your insides would never be the same. "Zhongli, mnngh! Is s-so much!"

"You're almost there baby, you're doing so good. Let me help~" His breath kissed your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you frantically nodded. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his hands fell down to your hips, carefully moving you up and down on his cocks untill you were able to grind down on him and bounce like you'd always wanted to.

"Better?~"

"Mmnhmmm! O-oh fuck! Ahh!" You tilted your head back, your mind blanking as you rode him faster and faster. His groans were muffled in the crook of your neck and despite fucking yourself into oblivion on his dicks you could still make out his constant praises.

"So tight, mmm feels wonderful my dear~"

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You grabbed the sheets of the bed, screaming at the top of your lungs as Neuvillette almost split you apart with his double lengths, it felt so good, both of them spreading your pussy to its max. You swore you couldn't even remember how to breath as they pumped in and out of you, mixing up your insides while your tongue hung out and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. "Neuvi-llett-te! A-ahh! Ahn!"

"You're doing so well, taking me so good mon amour~" He lifted your hips, making both his cocks sink deeper into your drooling cunt while you moaned his name impossibly louder for all to hear. The bed was shaking and you could just barely make out his naked body through your dazed eyes, watching both his members fuck you into the mattress. It was mesmerising.

"mmHg! Go-nna! Cum! Cumming! Nhhgh!" Your words weren't even legible and yet his grip on your hips tightened, his cocks twitching inside of you as you came hard around him. He didn't stop moving and god you didn't want him to, "N-neuvillette mmngh! D-dont stop!"

"I won't~"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Merry Christmas~*⁠.⁠✧

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[guilty-pleasures21]

The thief & the detective

Just an idea that's been sitting on my mind for a while: cat burglar mc x detective Miguel?!

I split up part 1 just because it got really long 🫠 and I also only have a few bits and pieces for part 2, so please comment/message me if you have anything you'd like to see in part 2!

P.S. I TOTALLY forgot to post the pic above the first time I posted this, but I just imagine him looking at her like this when she asks him to go shower and it drives me crazy!!!!! 😭 Unfortunately, I CANNOT remember where I found this pic, so if anyone knows, PLEASE let me know so I can credit the artist appropriately!!! I'm so sorry!!!

Part 1a

Part 1b

Part 2

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex including penetration (p in v).

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     “Shit, Miguel,” she breathed, curling herself around him as she tried to catch her breath. She pressed her lips to his shoulder and brushed them along his broad muscles, kissing and nibbling on him lazily. Then she moaned into the crook of his neck, her soft breasts pressing against his hard chest as she began moving her hips against his slowly. He felt so big beneath her, his c*ck thick and warm, already starting to harden as she ground herself into him. He groaned as his head fell back against the headboard, then he dug his fingers into her ass, pulling her harder against him. She laughed at his desperation, her head falling back to expose the delicate column of her neck. “So impatient, detective.” 

     He licked a line up her throat, then buried his face in the crook of her neck, his fingers continuing to knead her soft flesh. 

     “M’not impatient,” he mumbled, sliding his arms all the way around her and moving his hips in time to hers. “Just tryna be fair. I already gave you what you wanted. Isn’t it my turn now?” He lifted his head to tug on her earlobe with his teeth before grazing them along the underside of her ear, nibbling on her warm skin. X trailed her fingers down his chest, brushing them teasingly against the tip of his d*ck when she reached it. 

     “What do you want from me, detective?” she asked him playfully, cupping his cheek in her hand when he pulled back to look at her. Her eyes fell to his lips and she pressed hers to them gently, her touch featherlight. “What should I take from you this time?” She grinned and curled her fingers around his c*ck before finally closing the distance between their mouth and kissing him. He wound his tongue around hers as she pumped his c*ck in her hand, overwhelmed by the taste and feel of her all around him. 

     “Why don’t you …” he panted in between hungry kisses, his hands running all over her soft little body, “try giving me … something for once?” He squeezed her breast gently and she squealed into his mouth at the feeling, her head falling back with pleasure. He grinned at the sound and moved his lips to her throat, his legs starting to twitch as she continued to slide her fingers all over his c*ck. 

     Holy shit! He was so hot when he smiled, his fiery eyes creasing at the corners, his lush lips curling at the ends, his cute little fangs peeking out at her. She pressed her lips back to his, their teeth clashing as the both of them smiled between kisses. “That’s not how this game works, detective.” 

     She moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair and she wriggled her body against his. He squeezed her against him, then bit on her lip before loosening his hold on her, letting her move her mouth to his shoulder. She pressed her lips to his skin, trailing them down his chest and abs until she was lying in between his legs, her beautiful eyes peeking up at him from beneath her curly lashes as she angled his c*ck to her mouth. She maintained eye contact as she pressed soft kisses to his tip, gradually pulling him deeper into her mouth with each quick peck. He gripped onto the bed sheets as she sucked on him slowly, her tongue tracing the veins in his c*ck delightfully. 

     “F*ck,” he breathed, his hips lifting off the bed to start thrusting himself into her mouth. He sucked in a breath when he hit the back of her throat, her pretty little moans sending vibrations all along his c*ck and down to his core. Ay, coño, she felt good. She bobbed her head up and down, dragging him out of her mouth. Then she climbed back onto his lap and slipped him inside of her, rolling her hips carefully to ease him in. 

     “Holy shit, Miguel!” she sighed, delighting in the way he was filling her up so nicely. “You’re so … frickin’ big.” She scrunched her fingers in his hair and flopped over onto his shoulder, the bed shaking as he took over and thrust himself into her.

     “Mmm, Miguel …” she sighed, whining into his neck in a way that had him tightening his hold on her. Mierda, she was cute, small and soft in his arms, his tiny little gatita. 

     “Miguel,” she repeated, straightening to look at the way the sweat-slicked strands of his hair fell in his eyes as he bounced her up and down in his lap. She cupped his cheek in her hand, brushing her thumb along the sharp line of his jaw. “You'll come visit me … won't you? Every day? You know I can't live without you, mi Miguelito.” 

     She tried to give him a pout, to make herself seem all helpless and vulnerable. But then he hit that one spot that had her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. He bent over and kissed his way up her neck, his lips landing on hers when she lowered her head back down again. He kissed her hungrily, holding onto the back of her head to keep her in position so he could tangle his tongue with hers. “Mmm, gatita … This isn't some … last ditch attempt … to get out of jail … is it?” 

     “No,” she replied, pulling back from him to look at the glazed look in his eyes. She brushed her fingers across his cheek, marvelling at how unfairly handsome he was, with his strong brow and his sharp jawline and his rugged looks. “Not if you’ll come … visit me … everyday … detective.” She wasn’t lying - she really would go crazy if she had to be locked up in a cell without getting to see his gorgeous face at least once a day, hear his mocking voice at least once an hour, brush her fingers along his skin at least once a night. And that was before she knew how delicious he felt beneath her. How would she ever survive without him now?

     He glided his hands up her back, relishing the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his rough palms, the sweat dripping off her from how much he'd teased and pleasured her already. If he was being really honest, he didn't think he'd be able to survive without her either: her witty retorts, her bright smile, the way she always challenged him to be the very best version of himself. Joder, he might have been falling in love with her. His stomach curdled at the thought of her being locked up in a cell, at the thought of never seeing her again, hearing her voice, feeling her skin against his. He'd find a way; he'd find a way to get her out of there. Maybe with a plea deal, a bargain of some sort. She leaned forward and pulled his lip between hers, nipping at it quickly before letting him go. He groaned at the feeling and she giggled with delight, her warm p*ssy throbbing around his d*ck so desperately. 

     “I have … a better idea … detective.” She grabbed onto his hair and pulled his head back, delighting in the dazed look on his face as he glanced up at her. She grinned and licked his lips quickly before relaxing her hold on him, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder as he bounced her up and down on his length. 

     “Why don’t you … lock me up … instead?” she suggested, her hands sliding over his shoulders and chest as she tried to maintain her balance on top of him. She curled herself around him, leaning forward and rolling her hips so that her clit was brushing up against his abdomen, adding onto her pleasure. “At your place? I could … I could be your … good little gatita? And you could … c-come back e-every night … after work? And ‘d-discipline’ m-me.” 

     She bit his ear and he growled and tightened his grip on her at the idea. Carajo, he should have f*cked her ages ago; maybe then he could have saved her, helped her lead a better life. “Don't tempt me, gatita.” 

     Shit. His voice was so low now that she could feel the vibrations buzzing through his chest every time he spoke. It drove her crazy, her nipples tingling with delight at how so very aroused he was by her. 

     “Please, Miguel?” she whimpered helplessly, her eyes widening with innocence as she gazed up at him. “¿Para mí? ¿Para tu … pequeña gatita buena?” (For me? For your good little kitten?) 

     “¡Ay, coño, gatita!” His head rolled back with pleasure as he felt his core tightening at her words, at the pretty little look she gave him. She let out a loud moan as he prodded at that one spot inside of her, then fell over him, her lips landing back on his. He lowered himself onto the bed as he twisted his tongue around hers, lying back so she was on top of him. She pushed herself up, her hair tickling his shoulders as she leaned over him, and he brushed it away from her face, his fingers drifting down her neck and breasts. 

     “Would you really stay with me, mi gatita traviesa?” he asked. (... my naughty kitten?) “Would you do what I told you to? Turn over a new leaf?” Maybe she wasn’t entirely past saving, if she was willing to give it all up for him. She bit her lip, losing her focus as her body prepared itself to come. 

     “For you, Miguel?” She nodded dazedly. “Anything.” Maybe he wasn’t completely past ruining, if he was willing to give it all up for her. She let out a squeak as she came on top of him, her body flopping over his and writhing around in his arms as her p*ssy squeezed his d*ck. He sucked in a breath at the sensation, then he was coming too, his c*ck releasing his c*m into her, his hands gripping onto her ass as he let the warm liquid seep out of him and into her. He sighed when he was done, his hands sliding up her back to stroke her gently as she panted on top of him. Then he turned her over onto her side, slinging a muscular arm over her. They lay like that for a while, the room filled with the sounds of their shallow gasps as they both tried to catch their breaths. Finally, she wriggled out from beneath his grasp, getting up off the bed and gathering her hair over shoulders. 

     “I’m going to take that shower now.” She glanced over at the entrance to the bathroom, then returned her gaze to him, her stomach flipping at the way his eyelids lowered as he trailed his gaze over her body. “You gonna come make sure I don’t run away, detective?”

He sighed and pushed himself off the bed, the muscles in his arms and back flexing so deliciously. He walked over to her and tapped her on the ass lightly, pushing her in the direction of the bathroom. 

     “Vamos, gatita.”

     “Yes!” she exclaimed, pushed up against the wall as he pounded his d*ck into her. “Yes! Holy shit, Miguel! You feel … so good.” He held onto her waist, his hard chest pressing into her back as he thrust himself into her from behind. He didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it; the way her p*ssy took him in so very nicely, constantly throbbing around his c*ck, begging him for more. He raised one hand to brace himself against the wall and slid the other up to cup her breast, squeezing her soft flesh in his hands and pulling her back against him. He growled and nipped at her ear before pressing his lips to the side of her neck, moaning against her with pleasure. F*ck, she felt good. 

     “Miguel,” she breathed, her ass bouncing against his thighs as she shook beneath him. “Wait. I wanna … see your face … when I come for you.” He was so big and so warm, his body all nice and firm as he wrapped himself around her. She didn’t think she’d ever get sick of it; the way his c*ck stretched her out and filled her up, his tip hitting that one spot that had her body slumping over in relief. He lifted her up easily and spun her around, sliding her back onto his c*ck before starting up his thrusts again. He was so handsome, his dark locks dripping with sweat and water, the damp strands falling into his beautiful copper eyes as he gazed down at her. And then whenever he bit his lip? His cute little fangs pressing into his full and soft bottom lip? Shit, it drove her mad!

     She really was beautiful, her curly eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, her rosy lips parting in that blissed out look as her head fell back with pleasure. P*ta madre, she was cute. He sucked in a breath as she came around him, her tight little p*ssy pulling on him and milking him into her as he reached his climax too. He held her up against the wall, his head falling onto her shoulder as he relieved himself inside of her, the warm water falling onto his back adding on to his pleasure-filled release. Then he nipped at her ear before brushing his lips along her neck. “Mmm, X.” 

     Shit! She could have come again just from the way he moaned her name, his voice thick with satisfaction as he nibbled and licked at her neck. But then he was sliding her off of him and setting her back down, his hands keeping her upright as her knees wobbled beneath her. She turned around to kiss him, to taste him one more time as he ran his hands along her skin, cleaning her up. And then he was shutting the tap off and wrapping her up in one of the plush white hotel towels hanging on the rack by the sink. She sighed as she dried herself up before returning back to the bedroom, her steps shaky from the way her legs refused to close. She glanced over at the two beds, her stomach roiling with nerves as she felt him come up behind her. Then she rearranged her features into a cheeky expression and injected as much mischief as she could into her voice when she next spoke. 

     “You … want to make sure I don’t run away in the night, detective?” Her eyes were a little too wide as she patted the bed beside them, her smile stretched a little too thin. She didn’t want to part with him just yet - was terrified of the thought of having to wake up tomorrow and be torn away from him. And if he were being honest, he was maybe a little terrified of that too. He sighed as she pushed her towards the bed, feigning irritation at the thought of being stuck with her again. But she just bounced over to the bed happily, crawling under the covers and snuggling up against him when he slid in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her soft body as she laid her head on his chest, the both of them enjoying the moment of solitude in each other’s arms. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair after a while, breathing in the warm, masculine scent of him she’d come to know so well. 

     “I didn’t do it because I wanted to. Not at first, anyway,” she admitted softly, her slender fingers scratching his scalp gently. “But then it felt so good. And then I met you. And I couldn’t stop then.” She tilted her head back to look up at him, her dark eyes tracing over his sharp features, memorising the shape of his face. He ran his fingernails along her back and she purred at the feeling, settling herself back around him like a little cat. 

     “You know there are easier ways to ask a guy out. Right, gatita?” he teased her, lips curling into a wicked smirk. 

     “Would you go out with me, Miguel?” she asked him quietly. He considered her question, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. 

     “I would have if you’d asked me earlier.” Before we’d met each other; before I did everything in my power to catch you and you did everything in yours to escape. But then he’d never have known her, would he? She trailed her fingers along his skin, tracing the sculpted outlines of his muscles. 

     “What about now?” She stretched up to press her lips to his collarbone, her body twisting to lie on top of his as she mumbled into his skin. “Will you go out with me tomorrow?” 

     She pressed a kiss to the base of his throat before snuggling herself back into his arms, her voice getting softer as she started drifting off into sleep. “Or next week, maybe? Then I’ll have enough time to make my great escape.” 

     He continued to stroke her gently, even after she’d fallen asleep, his mind running wild with a list of ways he might possibly get her out of this. He believed her about not wanting to do it: she came from a poor background, the only thing she’d ever really owned was her own name. And what a price she’d put on it. And besides, she never stole from those who couldn’t afford it - it was always spoilt businessmen whose money was already just rotting away in the bank anyway. Plus, they never could track anything she’d stolen, or the money she’d received from it - probably because she always distributed it amongst the poor. A modern day Robin Hood. His thoughts blurred together as he felt himself start to drift off as well, his brain still working to come up with a way to save her. 

     He woke up the next morning confused, unused to his familiar surroundings. Then he remembered: the governor’s personal suite, his gatita, finally trapped in his grasp. And then, her body, soft and warm against his, her lips sweet and lush, her taste intoxicating. His stomach bubbled with excitement at the thought of the plan he’d come up with last night; he couldn’t wait to share it with her, couldn’t wait to- He pat the bed, trying to find her soft curves and her messy curls. But she wasn’t there. Was she in the bathroom? He flung the covers aside and leapt out of bed, his panic growing worse when he saw the door open, the toilet empty. And then he saw the note on the bedside table, neatly placed atop her carefully arranged underwear. 

     ‘Lo siento, mi Miguelito, but you can’t keep a cat locked up, no matter how much they love you. See you for our date next week! Te amo, tu gatita traviesa, X.’ (I love you, your naughty kitten, X.) She’d sealed it with a kiss too, her rosy lipstick imprinted on the corner of the note. He crumpled her underwear in his hand, the rage starting to build up inside of him at her words. How the hell had she managed to escape?! When had she managed to escape? Was she close enough that he could still catch her? ¡Ay, p*ta madre! How could he have been so stupid to think that he could trust her?! He re-read the note, knowing that if she could get away from him even now, even with the entire building on lockdown because of her, then there was definitely no way he’d be able to catch her on their date. He clenched his jaw at the way his stomach flipped at the word, even after she’d left him looking like a fool. 

     “Miguel?” Peter’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you in there? What’s happening?” Miguel dashed around the room at the sound of his voice, quickly picking up his clothes and throwing them back on. 

     “Uh, coming! Just … give me a second!” His underwear, where was his underwear?! F*ck! She must have taken it with her. He threw on whatever he had, pulling up his zip before getting the door. Peter walked into the room, bright-eyed and well-rested, completely oblivious to how stupid he’d been last night. How the f*ck could he have had sex with her?! When everyone else was … ¡Ay, carajo!

     “Took you long enough!” Peter joked, searching around the room for the other person he expected to see there. He turned back to Miguel after being unable to locate her, an apprehensive smile on his face. “Where’s the prisoner?” Miguel folded his arms across his chest and avoided Peter’s gaze, embarrassed. Peter shifted comfortably at the sight, his heart picking up speed in his chest. He forced out an awkward chuckle. 

     “Please don’t tell me you let her get away.” 

     “I didn’t let her get away,” Miguel scoffed, offended by the idea. Peter’s eyes widened in horror.      

“She got away?!” he exclaimed in disbelief. “Again?!”

Miguel dropped his gaze again, fidgeting with his hands guiltily. Peter huffed in frustration and marched out of the room, ranting and grumbling as he worried over how the governor would react to his news. Miguel sighed as he followed after him, trying to come up with a plan for their date next week - there was no way in hell he was ever letting her go again.

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[etsuven]

etsuven's first kinktober: day 4/8

rating: smut technically but it's kind of fluffy too? or like its more fluff than smut idk man cw: fluff so much fluff soft seggs mentions includes: very soft stuff, reader has a strap/d!ck, scara in a pretty outfit, usage of scara's real name, scara is unintentionally mean in the beginning but only because he's embarrassed, this was supposed to be smut but it turned into me describing how much he loves you summary: scara shows off the new lingerie you bought him...

note: hi hello! welcome to the 4th day of k-tober!! this fic isn't prewritten, like i'm starting this at 1:10 AM the day i'm supposed to post it. it hopefully shouldn't take me that while to write, and even if it does take me a while to write, i have to be up at 6 anyways! i can just stay up the whole night, what's an all nighter gonna do to me? (the answer is sore eyes and staring off into space,) anyways, since it's so late, i've decided not to write a full fic, instead it'll be more story oriented! my usual readers may know that i tend to go for very dialogue oriented fics which you can cleary tell since i'm rambling here okay i have to get onto the fic byeee!!!!!!

scaramouche found it embarrassing, really. the second you showed him the pretty purple lingerie you bought him, he quickly exploded into a ball of flushed cheek embarrassment. how could you ever imagine someone like him, the sixth of the fatui harbingers, to ever wear something as risqué as that?

he noticed how your face fell as he said those words, the gorgeous twinkle in your eyes fading away as you looked away in shame. his heart clenched at the sight.

walking over to you, he grabbed at the fabric, analyzing the various patterns of silk and lace. it looked expensive. did you really spend this much just for him? scara felt his cheeks heat up more, and there was no doubt that you could see him blushing.

"i'll wear it one day- i'm just not telling you when that day will be."

scaramouche waited a few more days after that conversation to try the outfit on. it was a night where you were out later than him, so he knew that there was a very low chance of you walking in on him. after putting the very intricate outfit on, he walked in front of the mirror.

don't tell anyone, but he felt his 'heart' stop for a moment.

as much as he hated to admit it, he looked great in the outfit. the color was a deep purple, reminiscent of the color he usually had in his fatui uniform. the top was on the looser side, and there was an excess of lace fabric where there normally would have been breasts. the material under that was a transparent silk, and it was the same shade of purple as the rest of the outfit.

he also wore a pair of panties which seemed to fit him perfectly, and they were also lace in order to give them a sexier feel and look. paired with the outfit was a pair of thigh highs that tipped with more lace around the upper thigh. the outfit had small accents of a deep red and gold, giving it an air of royalty.

scara wrapped his arms around his torso, his eyes wandering up and down his body in the mirror. everything fit him perfectly, from the fit down to the color scheme. it just screamed him. clearly you had put a lot of thought into it. speaking of you...

he wondered how you'd feel if you saw him in the outfit. would you be excited, wasting no time in order to pin him down on the bed and make him yours? would you get all nervous because of how pretty he was? he found himself chuckling at that thought. would you-

the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open and a gasp broke him out of his thoughts, causing him to look over in fear of who caught him.

you stood at the doorway, your mouth practically wide open as you took in his form. scaramouche felt your eyes wander up and down his body, his arms clutching tighter at his torso as he looked away shyly. "s-stop staring, and close your mouth... a bug will fly in..."

he watched out of the corner of his eye as you walked over to him, your steps quiet as you continued to stare. your hands gently grabbed at his arms, pulling them away from his torso so you could better see the outfit. a small curse left your mouth, and scaramouche only had the feeling of your fingers under his chin as a warning before your lips met his, quickly leaving him breathless.

your hands went to his waist, pushing him towards the bed with pure muscle memory as you refused to stop the kiss that was steadily growing heated. scara sat down once the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, leading him to crane his neck in order to properly kiss you.

you took a second to pull away, whispering praises onto his lips as you pushed him down. you trailed kisses down his jawline, biting gently at places you knew would rile him up. his soft pants filled the air, hitching every now and then when you bit a particularly sensitive spot.

"you're so pretty, kuni." you spoke, and scara felt himself whimper at the husky tone in your voice. now, scaramouche felt that he wasn’t pretty. in fact, he was far from it. the things he has done in the past has made him less than a pretty person. but kunikuzushi? he was everything pretty and more.

kuni was the one to wake up next to you after a long night, he was the one to stare at you in the morning when he thought you were the prettiest person in the world.

kuni was the one to get all of your praise, as scaramouche didn't like being praised in public. kuni got to grab onto you late at night, moaning into the air as you thrust into him with your cock. he was the one to lay in between your legs and please you until you felt you were satisfied.

he was the one to cook for you when he had free time, a gentle smile on his face as he chatted with you about your days. he was the one who was able to watch your eyes light up at the taste of the dish he had just tried to make for the first time.

he used to find himself hating both of his sides. one was a confident and strong yet harsh leader for those under him, while the other was broken in ways that many wouldn't understand. it was being blocked out in favor of the other, in favor of the side that wasn't about to break down at the slightest gust of wind. he and scaramouche couldn't have been more different.

though there was one thing kunikuzushi and scaramouche had in common. their pure adoration for you, their lover.

as much as they they tried to hide it, neither of them could hide the love they had for you. whether it be one side showering you in expensive gifts that made him think of you, or the other making your favorite meal on his rare day off.

luckily you seemed to love both sides of him. you kept up with scara's banter and the often unnecessary harshness he had towards his subordinates, and you stuck with kuni during the times where he sobbed into your neck after a particularly bad nightmare.

you loved the sides he deemed as unlovable, and your actions and words indirectly made him question his beliefs and views of himself. he was scaramouche... and he was also kunikuzushi. if you came to love both sides of him so easily, then perhaps he could find the courage to do the same one day.

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[tallulahdiggory]

Harry Potter x Reader||Enemies to lovers

You didn't know why you didn't like him. You just didn't. Maybe that wasn't true. Maybe it's the fact that he's famous and his ego is bigger than his d!ck. I guess we'll never know.

For care of magical creatures class , you were required to go on a field trip into the enchanted forest to get full marks for the class. This meant staying there , overnight. You had no idea you wouldn't be able to choose your tent mate, so you decided to go.

"Come on y/n we're going to be late!" Your best friend Hermione called, knocking on the bathroom door

"Ugh coming!" You replied, pulling over your Gryffindor jumper. You were also wearing: (photo reference sorry I couldn't find any other than fem)

As you ventured down farther into the forest, you found yourself third wheeling Hermione and Ron, along with Harry. You tried to stay as far away from him as possible, but it was nearly impossible because of the narrow path. You kept peering at him through the corner of your eye only to find him staring at you. When you arrived at the campsite your jaw dropped when you heard Hagrid announce

"I'm going to assign tent mates since I don't want yer guys up all night urp giggling. Right so then erm Harry and Y/n , Hermione and .." Hagrids voice soon got cut off by his previous statement. He couldn't be serious. He was, and you soon found yourself in a tent on the forest floor next to a shivering Harry James Potter because he forgot a sleeping bag. Coming from a wealthy family, you had an enormous sleeping bag the size of a queen sized bed. You went camping a lot lot considering you mum and dad worked for the ministry. You eventually couldn't stand his shivering so you said

"alright stop your shivering and get in for the love of Merlin. Don't mention this to anyone." You heard him turn over and he replied

"thanks y/n. I know we don't have a great history but I mean it." Hearing his warm hot breath on the back of your neck make you get butterflies. Why were you falling for him now? You're not. You kept repeating this in your head until you heard a snoring Harry behind you. You laughed to yourself until you felt his arms around yourself. He was warm, and smelled of strong pinewood cologne. You allowed him to spoon you, because you felt a lot of comfort wrapped around in his arms. You felt safe, and loved.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter #hp smut #hp imagine

[itsraven0v0]

YANDERE!KARUSER HCs

Note: as i said before, im terrible at writing yanderes. its mostly because im not a huge fan of it?! especially with characters i think would never fit in the role and Krauser is one of them. HOWEVER in a different timeline maybe, he'd make one hell of a f*cked up yandere.

i devided this into two sections (pre!javier krauser and post!javier krauser). enjoy~

comments and feedbacks are always appreciated:>

. PRE!JAVIER KARUSER .

you two met on one of his day offs when he was doing his routine jog and now he is EVERYWHERE!

like you can even see his iconic slicked back blond hair from the corner of your eyes.

you aint getting rid of him, you also aint getting a confrontation either!

i think back then he had more fucks to give so he kinda wanted to play it safe and approach you little by little

but when you where walking home alone one night(ffs dont do that) you got yourself in danger and then boom! this man appears outa nowhere and starts kicking their asses.

well that caught your attention and made you wanna give him a chance. what could go wrong, right?

oh you fool...

you aint getting outa his house anymore.

im pretty sure he has a single cabin in the woods that he has for the day offs he gets, so good luck runnung away.

not that you could if it was an apartment anyway.

this guy will hunt you down and drag u back. you will be his little canary or some shit.

. POST!JAVIER KRAUSER .

oh boy...

unlike the previous version, this man is too tired to give a fuck about playing it safe.

you two met at a bar where he was drowning himself in self-loathing and alcohol.

and as your obsession with military men with scars on their faces (and the alcohol) kicked in, you thought what better than to help him. right?! ahah...

look i aint judging you, thats literally me. ok??

you helped this man get his ass home safe from the bar and guess what? he was drunk and invited u in and u TOOK IT!

you helped him lay down, took his injured hand when he was having nightmares, made him coffee and everything OF COURSE HE WAS GONNA FALL FOR YOU!

your soft hands felt so good on his when he woke up only to see you fallen asleep besides his bed.

you appeared like an angel in his miserable life for a moment and from that morning he gave everything just to have your soothing presence in his life.

but soon this turned into something alarming.

he would confront you all of a sudden like: "be with me."

and if you refuse? well you can't. this man can turn on threatening mode real f*cking quick and this terrifies the sh*t outa you.

he'll keep you like a pet. attend to you good and make sure you are okay and happy but he also thinks the moment you walk outa his door smth is gonna take you away from him so say goodbye to outdoors.

he is so sad please be nice to him...i mean he technically gonna take away all your freedom but did you even have any to begin with?

enjoy you life with him while it lasts. and also enjoy knowing nothing about him. also enjoy meeting Wesker :D

that mf can and WILL pay u a visit just to scare Jack into doing what he's asking of him.

one day you ran away just to find out what he has been doing, who is he and who's that asshole that wears sunglasses indoors. And you saw smth that made you heart race in both fear and attraction(you weird f*ck! dw me too)

there he was testing his las plagas form. all monstrous and bloody. you took a step back in fear and the sound made him spot you. man he was terrified you were gonna run away. but nah!

you into that so you stayed.

you are gonna be so sad when he dies...

you think u can prevent that? try your best!

whooowhi!

thats the most yandere yall are gonna get outa me. hope that satisfied you anon who asked that.

ALSO i might wanna start a second page to write about other stuff [like mortal kombat :D] so i'll share it here too.

#jack krauser #re4 krauser #yandere

[kittiwittebane]

Roommates!

Omg I am so sorry I really though I hadn’t finished it but then I went into it to finish it because I felt bad for not posting it yet and it was done 😭😭😭

Huntlow AU where Hunter and Willow both have to move to a city and they both rent out the same house.

This is original as far as I know. So yeah. Take it.

(It’s a multi-bedroom apartment that the owners said has a possibility of a different person living in the other room.)

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Willow had just moved from her small town of Gravesfield to the large city of Aparo, 1489 miles from her house. She had looked at the renting market and there was a nice small, two bedroom apartment near the centre of the city, for a nice price. However there was one thing. The description said the rent is for the bedroom and the house, and there may be a second client sharing the pay with you in the second bedroom, which she obviously didn’t need. She’d taken the chance and as it turned out, she was living with another guy. Some client who went by Hunter. Hunter Noceda.

Hunter had recently found out he’d gotten a nice deal for a college in Aparo. Without much money, Hunter had to go small. On the market, he’d crossed the two-bedroom house with a possible new friend, as he saw it. Or hoped. The people said there wasn’t a second person in there right now, but with people coming in every week for college, it was unlikely for it to stay that way unless nobody wanted to live with a random person, which would be understandable. He didn’t know if he’d be ok with it. About a month later he found out he’d be living with a girl named Willow. He really hoped she was nice. He decided he’d be a nice person whether she was or not. It would make living with her easier.

Hunter heard a knock on the door and assumed it would be Willow. Both of them were standing at the opposite sides of the door, nervous of who they’d be faced with on the other side. Hunter opened the door cautiously. He gasped. Oh crap, she’s hot. Hunter’s face went red, without any reason. She smiled at Hunter and waved. He was too busy taking in how pretty she was.

“Hi.” she smiled sweetly, waving. Hunter just looked at her. Oh no, this isn’t going well. Willow’s mind raced nervously. Why wasn’t he responding? Did he think she was ugly? Did he really wish she hadn’t rented this place? What was happening?

“Hello?” she asked. The boy shook his head, in what looked like surprise, and Willow tilted her head in confusion. She wasn’t going to question it though. Hunter motioned to her to come inside, and to her surprise, he took one of her heavy bags and her suitcase, leaving her with only her backpack to carry. Jaw open, she continued to her room, where she found a freshly made bed with beautiful white sheets and pillows. She expected to have to make it herself.

“Oh.” she patted the bed experimentally.

“D-do you not like it? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed you’d like the bed made that way, I am really sorry.” Hunter spoke for the first time. Willow turned to him.

“No, I love it! Also, you made the bed?” she asked. Hunter nodded.

“Sorry, did you want to make it? Ugh I have to stop doing that.” he put his head down.

“No, I- thank you.” Willow tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Hunter looked up at her, mildly happy, mildly confused. He smiled at her before leaving the room.

The next day at breakfast time, WIllow groaned with frustration.

“F*ck, i forgot to get food, now I have to go to the store this early.” she grumbled. Hunter came around the corner.

“You ok?” he asked worriedly. Willow’s eyes shot up in shock, but softened as she saw the concern in his eyes.

“I have to duck into the store, I forgot to get some stuff for at least today yesterday.” Willow admitted sheepishly. The embarrassment of forgetting to buy food mocked Willow. Hunter looked at her sympathetically, this had happened on his first day too. Worse, it was raining right now.

“Don’t bother, I have plenty to share.” Hunter mumbled. “If you want to.”

Willow smiled to herself.

“A-are you sure?” she stuttered bashfully. Both of them just stood there for a minute looking like embarrassed tomatoes, chuckling nervously. Without speaking another word, Hunter got out some toast for her.

“Do you have butter on your toast?” Hunter asked. Willow nodded.

“What about a spread? I have strawberry jam, vegemite?” He paused, looking at the vegemite jar. He shook his head and continued. “Peanut butter??” he paused again. “I’m so confused.” he mumbled. “Blackberry jam, Honey, A couple of different syrups, and canned spaghetti.” He finished. Willow shook her head, her cheeks heating up.

“Anything is fine.” she mumbled diffidently.

Hunter made their toast and came and sat down with her.

“So tell me about yourself.” he turned to her, curious.

“Well.. what do you want to know?”

Hunter thought for a moment.

“Common knowledge of a friend.. Maybe?” he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. Willow put her hand on his shoulder.

“I would love to be friends.” she smiled. Hunter looked back at her smiling goofily. She started. “My favourite colour is green. I absolutely LOVE gardening…” and Willow continued to list things that made her happy for about half an hour while Hunter just stared at her in adoration.

“What about you?” WIllow asked, Hunter’s former trance-like state popping like a bubble. He gave her a stunned look before attempting to form a sentence.

“Uh, I like to draw??” he shrugged. Hunter didn’t really know what he liked, as he didn’t really do much in free time. Willow seemed intrigued.

“Can I see one?” she asked shyly. Hunter’s face was washed with a wave of shock and confusion.

“Just because I draw doesn’t mean I’m good at it.” he mumbled diffidently. Willow’s eyes strayed away from him in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” she chuckled nervously. Hunter itched his cheek, and coughed awkwardly. The two avoided eye contact for a bit before Willow’s phone went off. Her eyes darted towards the screen and read the notification.

“Oh no! I forgot I signed up for a gardening club!” Willow groaned in annoyance. She picked up her phone and put her shoes on faster than Hunter had ever seen.

“UUUhh!” Willow wailed frustratedly. “Where is my seedling handbook!?” Willow’s voice became frantic and panicked. Hunter came over to the stressed plant girl and hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Breathe.” he murmured comfortingly. Willow brought her hand out and counted to four on them while regulating her breathing. His hand subconsciously started to rub her shoulder. She smiled to herself. Once calm, she looked up at Hunter, only concern sparkling in his eyes. Both quickly realised Hunter’s hand was resting on her shoulder, and he was now the one freaking out. He quickly removed his hand, stuttering profusely.

“Oh, my titan I am so sorry Willow, I didn't mean to-” Hunter’s speech cut off as Willow brought his hand back up to her shoulder.

“It’s ok. It was nice.” She smiled, giggling a bit. Hunter’s face brushed with red, Willow’s brushed pink. Willow then found her handbook and walked out of the door.

Part 2?????????????????

#hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #huntlow #willow park #winter #the owl house #toh #dana terrace #winter toh #kittiwittebane #kittimoonshadow

[fairytail-whathesays]

could i get some headcanons for gajeel x gray?

Interesting pairing! I like it!

These two already have very similar aesthetics. Gray's into motorcycles and goth/punk wear, and Gajeel is that metalhead x to his y. Gray's straight man presentation lasting until he gets riled up vs. Gajeel's excitable nature running at a low level at all times. They're both even the type to get real quiet when they're pissed. They're able to go on dates and enjoy each other's company in a straightforward manner.

They hate losing or being shown up at anything. They bubble in resentment and hold grudges, and they stew in their emotions when they're in a bad mood. They do this together--it doesn't help them actually get over anything, but it eases the burden a bit

Ice, much like fire, can stress metal, but can't easily crack it. Even in Gray's worse moods, he can't make Gajeel stay gone. Gajeel will always come back and try to work shit out, even though Gray was the one to think about apologizing first after a fight.

When they kiss, something goes off. Gajeel's lips aren't supposed to feel that nice, Gray thinks, and Gajeel thinks that icicle boy's breath against his cheek shouldn't make him shiver like that. When they make out it's like an art form. All subtlety from Gray and surprising caution from Gajeel. They kind of get lost in each other.

Gray's always wanted tattoos, but it's Gajeel who takes him to get his first one. There's not much else to be done when your boyfriend would look super hot with ink on his forearm. Or shoulder. Or chest. Or lower back. Or v-lines.

The thing about Grayjeel is that they're both artists. Gray's not the type to view himself super artistically, but show him someone else's molding magic, or better yet molding of their body, and suddenly he's very appraising. He finds Gajeel's iron dragonslayer focus on molding his body into different shapes genuinely beautiful and sometimes a little sexy. Likewise, Gajeel digs Gray's creative bent with his magic, especially when he's backed into a corner.

Juvia, naturally, doesn't take this relationship well and continues her spying and stalking. However, somewhere along the way, she goes from writing down Gajeel's habits to trying to pick up tips and tricks to just outright writing the two's memoirs. Having a shipper on the side can be annoying, but they both like it better than when she was constantly up Gray's ass.

Gray is as pale as they come, while Gajeel is naturally darker-skinned. Gajeel will routinely make fun of Gray for being the kind of white that's visible from space, but it's all in good cheer.

NS/FW and also a bonus headcanon that was too sappy for public viewing:

Gray loves how solid Gajeel is underneath him. It's like having his own jungle gym to play on, with an iron frame. Smooth and strong with a nice grip.

Remember Gray's affinity for oral sex? Oh yeah, Gajeel is very appreciative and reciprocates frequently.

Gray still likes his sex easygoing and not high-energy, but he'll make some adjustments to accommodate Gajeel, who simply can't be asked to be 'gentle' on the regular or else he gets bored. Gajeel gets a grip on him and a look in his eye, and Gray gets pliable. And it's not so bad, throwing his head back and feeling his body shake under that fierce rhythm Gajeel likes to move to.

Likewise, Gajeel makes adjustments for Gray, too. He's a top most of the time, but Gray can have him any way he wants him if they have the time. Gajeel's hesitance towards bottoming is easily soothed by Gray's gentle and curious approach, never going at a pace that risks pain or embarrassment from Gajeel, just simple pleasure the likes that Gajeel can constrain his moaning to.

The 69 is these two's bread and butter. Gajeel treats Gray like his favorite popsicle and Gray treats Gajeel like his favorite...well, huge d/ck.

Gajeel literally does not care if Gray is naked in public. Not in the 'used to it' way everyone else at Fairy Tail sees it--he just likes his boyfriend's body and sees no issue with looking at it, even if other people are looking at it to. What's he gonna do, worry? Gray's his.

And now for that sappy headcanon I mentioned:

Gajeel and Gray, in an extreme twist and unlike almost every Gajeel ship ever, actually do get married. Gajeel wears black and Gray wears white, and Gray gets Gajeel a ring made of ice that'll never melt while Gajeel gets Gray a ring made of metal that'll never bend or break. It's the wedding of the century, easily becoming the biggest hit among any Fairy Tail wedding since Bisca and Alzack tied the knot. Gray looks forward to becoming 'Gray Redfox' quite a bit, and was able to push Gajeel into an engagement because Gajeel had to admit he liked the sound of it.

#gajeel redfox #gray fullbuster #grayjeel #gajeel x gray #gray x gajeel #shipping #headcanons

[paigelts05]

Tristan Rocha [FNAF AR, Renegade AU]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Tristan-Rocha-FNAF-AR-Renegade-AU-1044234141

Published: Apr 21 2024

CK animatronic maintenance and R&D Robotics contract with Faz Ent has ended, but their stories are far from over.

Tristan is one of the two people who run R&D robotics. The other being Charles D, aka CD.

Tristan Rocha is the twin sibling of Daniel Rocha, so his story also started with Fazbear Entertainment, as their dad, Oliver Rocha, was one of the two technicians at Circus Baby's animatronic rental service back in the late 80's who had been ambushed by the animatronics, got strung up on the stages in order to trick the sensors, but survived thanks to the other technician, Morgan Smith, cutting himself and Oliver loose. Dan and his brother Tristan had only ever heard stories about Oliver's experience, and they knew that he wasn't exaggerating about what happened to Eggs.

Tristan wasn't surprised when Dan got into an accident in his first job at a factory, and after begrudgingly accepting the contract with Faz Ent, Tristan knew it was only a matter of time before he too would become the victim of a grizzly accident.

Knowing about the underbelly of Faz Ent since birth, he knew what to say and do to stay as under the radar as possible and reduce the risk of getting killed by an angry Exec, and when Ness started sending him newspaper clippings of an incident regarding the brother of an old Freddy's manager and information on the limits of the human body, he knew exactly what to expect. He also figured out how Faz Ent planned to kill Nora and helped her prevent it by removing the facial recognition from the toy animatronics that Faz Ent had intended on using against her.

He just didn't expect to get blindsided by magician mangle so soon after: he'd received blueprints and heard a whisper of Faz Ent's plans to kill his brother, but he'd had no time read the blueprint or tell anyone because as soon as he looked up, that's when the animatronic attacked him; it broke his bones and tried to cut him in half. The information he got from Ness regarding the limits of the human body saved his life, so whilst the animatronic left him on the brink of death and in a coma, he was able to survive.

He doesn't know how long he was in a coma for, only that something unusual was keeping him there. Whatever it was let him go though when his brother was wheeled into the hospital post "Adelaide Incident".

Seeing his brother heavily injured and missing a rib, Tristan knew that he'd woken up too late for what he knew about the plans Faz Ent had for his brother to be useful. But in learning about the Adelaide incident, Nora seemed to link Adelaide to the blueprint Tristan had received prior to getting attacked by Magician Mangle and she was able to warn Izzy and CD that Charles was likely in danger, and this heads-up actually saved CD's life, as Adelaide had immediately gone from trying to kill CK animatronic maintenance to trying to kill CD. So, so much for Nora claiming to know jack squat about all the shit Faz Ent tries to pull. Then again, a Ballora variant with the name Adelaide on the blueprint was a very obvious link. And just to top such a chaotic day off, how a doctor responded to him going into a panic attack because he thought he saw the Mangle out of the corners of his eyes outed one of the hospital's doctors as a fraud and former employee of an asylum that companies similar to and including Faz Ent used as witness disposal: so that was an eventful hospital stay.

Once Tristan had physically recovered, he returned to work. Acclimating to not putting pressure through various parts of his body, and adjusting to CD having to use written communication and starting to learn sign language because Adelaide's Arctic Ballora attack on CD had severed his vocal chords, so even if doctors could give him his voice back, he'd likely never sound the same again. Then, R&D robotics got a new hire, a new girl called Sadie who was adjusting to a loss of her own: someone close to her had been murdered. Tristan was the most surprised though when so soon after starting work and Nora getting her set up with the tools to survive the Special Delivery project, Sadie came in to work with news that her close companion was back from the dead and in a robotic form.

After Faz Ent finally got off of R&D Robotics back, Tristan finally had the time to process just how much he'd had to adjust: he still had to limit the weight of what he could carry, he couldn't bend as far so door frames were slightly more annoying (he's tall), but he had also grown closer to his fiancé Nora, and to those around him as well. He'd even made some new friends along the way too.

#2024 #art #artwork #fnaf #fnaf au #renegade au #fnaf renegade au #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddys #fnaf ar #fnaf ar emails #fnaf ar special delivery #fnaf ar sd #fnaf ar tristan #fnaf tristan #tristan fnaf #tristan fnaf ar #fnaf special delivery

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

The Tory Prom Parable: A Fix-It Fic in Polls: Part 3

Part 1: link

Part 2: link

And the winner is:

You walk out of the prom dress rental depot wearing this bombshell. Complete with a big scandalous slit in the side, just because you can! You have never felt more absolutely kickass in your entire life, not even when you nearly stabbed Samantha LaRusso to death with a spike bracelet that one time. Or tried to beat the crap out of her with nunchucks. Those are hard to top, but...well, this is a different kind of kickass. You sort of want to murder someone with poison lipstick tonight. How do the femme fatales in movies do it?

Robby is waiting for you in Sensei Silver's nice-ass rental car. God, this man has resources. Whatever the hell he was up to after the war, he made bank. But hey--who are you to complain? It's nice to get a taste of the good life now and again, even if you'd rather not know where all that cold hard cash is coming from.

Sensei Silver wouldn't like. Blackmail you something to do with your mom's dialysis, right? No, of course not. Sensei Kreese is a good guy. Really got you out of a fix. Any friend of his is also a good guy deep down, right?

As you strut over, Robby wolf whistles at you. He's just messing around, but you decide to play along a bit. This whole night is about pretending to be a dumb bougie rich kid who actually cares about shit like prom, so you might as well commit to the bit.

You do a dramatic spin, and show off some different angles:

WORK IT GIRL

Robby jokingly says you're a knockout. You jokingly ask if he brought any condoms. He jokingly says he did. You jokingly wonder how much you're actually joking.

***

Congrats--you have successfully made it to the prom! You park in an illegal spot because fuck the police. You link arms with Robby Keene and walk into the vapid, B.O.-scented high school dance in the power stance of the century. Maybe it's your egotism speaking, but you're pretty sure everyone turns to look at the both of you.

And there are fucking Miguel Diaz and Sam LaRusso, dancing all around the dance floor like they own the place. Having far too good a time. Fucken show offs. Ugh. Almost like they came here to participate in the popular teenage ritual of dressing up, drinking punch, and grooving to pop music! What losers.

But when you walk in and demand everyone else's attention...what choice do they have but to join in?

Oh nice!!! You already pissed them off!!! Well, that was easy. Should be all smooth sailing from here.

You decide to take a gander at the dance floor and get the lay of the land. Kyler, Piper, and some other Cobras came in a group. That's good--you can hit them up if Prince Traitor Boy and Princess LaRusso decide to start anything. Hawk is sulking in the corner with that lame-ass nerd kid he ditched y'all for. Hell yeah! He looks like he's already having a bad time, along with that Demetri loser. Karma for inconveniencing you, one of (if not the) most important people in the Valley. (Or at least you will be after you win the AVT.) Hawk's ex is also here, partying with a gaggle of girls. Good for her, honestly--she could do better than Hawk's backstabbing ass. Bitches with no dojo loyalty get no bitches.

Some generic Top 40s dance hit comes on. Robby offers you his hand, and you take the floor. Time to be the most obnoxious pair at the West Valley High Junior Prom!

And...damn. This kid can groove. He spins you like it's second nature. He waltzes to and fro with almost perfect rhythm. When you follow his lead, you manage to move in perfect sync, despite having practiced dancing maybe twice in your life and also wearing high heels longer than Hawk's d*ck.

You put your leg around him and yank him toward you, showing off your fine specimen of a leg to the dance floor. Damn right, everyone wishes they had legs like yours!

And--oh, shit! Now he's lifting you clean off the floor! This kid is stronger than he looks, damn. And now he's dipping you like he's been practicing dipping women every night for his entire life???

Okay, that was kinda hot.

No, no, bad Tory. This is a fake date meant to prove a point and aggravate Sam LaRusso and Miguel Diaz. You're doing evil petty revenge--the last thing you need to do is catch feelings for your partner in crime.

Remember what happened last time you caught feelings for a boy??? That's right--he got kicked off a balcony!

By...the same dude who is now your prom date, actually.

Huh. Now that is the height of irony.

Speaking of Miguel, though! It's around this time you decide to check up on what him and his snooty girlfriend are doing. Surely still watching your dance routine in aghast horror, disgusted but unable to look away, right?

Wait, where'd they go?

You notice Robby also scanning the room with a furrowed brow, apparently experiencing the same confusion. He looks at you for answers, but all you can do is give him an agitated shrug.

"Let's check the punch table," he says. Right, yeah. They're probably stuffing their faces with free snacks. How lame. People as rich as Moneybags LaRusso should never be allowed free snacks!

Off to the punch table you go! But alas, no sign of your least favorite couple of all time. You and Robby begin a thorough search and inspection of the prom venue, leaving no hallway unchecked, no storage closet unopened, and no tablecloth unlifted.

People really gotta learn it's useless to hide from you. LaRusso sure tried at the arcade, and how did that turn out for her?

Maybe if you can get that Demetri kid alone, you could totally team up with Robby and break his arm again. He'd just be the Broken Arm Kid forever and no one would ever hire him! Bonus points if you do it in front of Hawk like "hey, remember when you did this that one time? Good times, right?"

How those two boys swept all that shit under the rug is beyond you. If someone broke your arm, you'd probably just kill them as soon as you got better. Eh, you avoided juvie once--you can do it again.

"What are you smiling about?" Robby asks. A little teasing, but genuinely curious.

It suddenly occurs to you that fantasizing about re-breaking a kid's arm is probably...not a great look. Whoops.

Like Robby is down for evil prom revenge and all, but he might draw the line somewhere. Who knows.

"Oh, I'm just reveling in the fact we scared them into a corner somewhere," you tell Robby.

But you double-check and triple-check and quadruple-check every last corner, and...no sign of Cheater Diaz and Princess LaRusso.

It appears they bounced!!! Unfortunately, since this is a fix-it fic, other characters besides you will also be acting in-character and not like they were replaced by cheap imitation doppelgangers who behave completely fucking differently. Which means, of course, that when Sam and Miguel see the people who attempted murder on them twice and paralyzed and nearly killed them, respectively, they're going to want to haul ass out of there as quickly as possible. Since, you know, a panic response would realistically take over and overpower any desire Sam and Miguel have to "show you up."

Uh oh. You definitely forgot to account for the fact that your targets could just fucking leave. And now you're at a dumb high school dance with no one to harass. This is awkward.

But what can I say? Did you really think they were going to just stand around and glare at you all night, without even moving to the other side of the dance floor to try and avoid you? That wouldn't make any sense.

Well...if you want to know where they went, exactly, Hawk and Demetri might know. Except the one problem with asking them is that they both fucking hate you. And Robby. So that's not going to work.

You could try asking Hawk's ex, it's just be uh. Really fucking awkward, because Moon is friends with Sam and probably remembers the whole spike-bracelet-and-nunchucks ordeal. So it's doubtful she'll want to help you out either. But you've got a better chance with her than with Hawk and Demetri, that's for sure.

#tory nichols #tory prom parable #ck polls #polls #tumblr polls #robby keene #keenry #robby x tory #tory x robby #miguel diaz #sam larusso #samantha larusso #fanfic #fanfiction #cobra kai #cobra kai season 4 #4x08 fix it #fair warning that I'll be poking a little fun at my girl Tory in this ^^; #know that I do it out of love but she DOES make some rather unwise choices in canon one cannot deny #also a quick disclaimer that when she talks shit about all my favorite blorbos I in fact do not endorse these opinions #but in order to write her halfway accurately I have to have her mercilessly roast all my faves lmao

[webslingingslasher]

okay so. I was on a dating app for the first time EVER after my worst breakup to date (side note, ladies do NOT have faith in ur high school bf because he WILL beg you to go to the same college as him and then IMMEDIATELY cheat on you but that’s another story for another day lmao)

And I match w this guy. He’s pretty cute. Says he’s 5’11”. We have a few things in common and he wants to talk on the phone instead of over social media, and I’m into the facade of human connection via hearing his voice!!

So we talk for a couple days….and the red flags begin. He asks me for my body count. Says he “doesn’t want someone with a lot of mileage.” Oh yeah. He’s a fucking car guy.

I’m offended, and I KNOW I don’t owe him an answer, but I’m also going through it, so I tell him anyways, and then I ask him abt his body count, to which he answers, “you don’t need to know that.” 🤨 HUH???

I ask him abt the last time he’s been tested because we STAY SAFE in this house!!! He tells me never 😟 and that he knows he’s safe simply bc his dick “looks safe” 😨

He asks me if I enjoy s*cking d*ck, and I say yes bc. cmon it can be fun. And then I ask if he enjoys going down on ladies AND HE SAYS NO???? AND I STILL AGREE TO A DATE???

Anyways. We’re on FaceTime and he asks me how I feel about guns. I don’t like guns, so I tell him “do not EVER pull one out in front of me in case it’s an emergency.” Five minutes later and he’s showing me his fucking ASSAULT RIFLE 😭 AND YES. I STILL WENT ON A FUCKING DATE W HIM WVIDENOCBEOD

Okay so we agree to meet up at a target and immediately the vibes are off. He’s an asshole, he’s NOT 5’11”, and he’s also giving me NOTHING to work with. No chemistry, no charisma, no NOTHING.

So we walk around the store and I CANNOT WAIT to get away from this guy, and when we’re done he BEGS me to go back to his car. So I fucking go, like a dummy. And the backseat of this fucking big ass truck is nothing but subwoofers.

And then he plays the most god awful electronic music I’ve ever heard and he’s like. “Do you like it?? I made it😎” and I’m like ‘bruh I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!!!’

He says he wants a drink and I’m like “okay let’s go back into target” and he’s like “no I know a place.” Bestie the place is a shady ass gas station.

We go in, he buys a drink, we go back to his car, and I am hardcore ignoring him, just scrolling on my phone bc I want to go HOME.

AND IN THE CORNER OF MY EYE I SEE HIM HOLDING A FUCKING HANDGUN. AND HE’S NOT AIMING IT AT ME, BUT IT IS POINTED AT ME.

So I’m in this school shooter type’s fucking car, at the secondary location, PRAYING that he will put the gun away.

AND ONCE I FINALLY GOT HOME HE BLOCKED ME, LIKE I WAS THE ONE IN THE WRONG 💀💀💀 I literally don’t remember how I got home i stg I was actually in shock driving home

Anyways hope y’all enjoyed !!!!!! xoxo

AND YOU MAJORED IN WOMENS STUDIES????

it’s ok bestie sometimes we bend over backwards for male validation! but please your commentary has me wheezing 😭😭

“do u like it?? i made it😎😎” 😭😭😭😭

i feel like u need a go fund me for therapy after that, actually just send him the bill

#thanks bestie!

[lokisgoodgirl]

Hello! For your writing questions, maybe 2, 8, or 15? Or any combination of them that you would like if you haven't been asked them already!

Hiiii! :D Thanks so much for asking these :) 2 - Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? I have a mighty urge to write a 'there's only one bed' fic- and I think I shall! I just haven't found the hook yet for my own spin :P

8 - I have answered the dialogue version here - however I've swapped your Q for the prose version, hope that ok! 7 Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. The opening of A Fine Silk Robe is, imo, the best opener I've written. I had the last line in my head for yonks and the silk robe aspect just finished it off. I think it sets the scene realll nice :) It was also very satisfying to finally put the line to good use! -- Loki placed the book he had been reading to the side; the pages yellowed with age and the careless touch of a thousand fingers before his own. Low lights of the city twinkled in the darkness beyond as he lounged by the window, casually waving a hand. In the corner of his palatial chambers, dying embers of the low fire roared back to life at the command. The god’s forefinger curled to his upper lip, stroking it softly as his thumb rested below his chin. The hour was late on Asgard. And its Prince was horny. 15-A fic you would like to see filmed. I answered this already here BUT I'm gonna go big with this one and say the WHOLE of Clandestine F*cks. An HBO series, but with Tom. I will accept nothing less. I will play YN for free to help the budget cos I'm good like that.

#lovely asks

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

Black Ice, Life, And The Lifestyle

Since winter is just around the corner in my neck of the woods the weather gurus say that beautiful white stuff may be descending from the sky this evening here, and that means winter driving is right around the corner. For those of you who do not know me, I love snow because I am a die-hard skier but snow and ice also give us Murphy’s Law of skiing: The same storm that has made conditions beautiful on the mountain has made impossible to get there. Those who live in warm climates may think that piles of snow are what makes wintertime driving a nightmare but while snow does not make things a July Sunday drive, there is something that bites more drivers in the butt than snow and it is called black ice. Black ice is a poor name for this stuff because the ice is not black but clear, so clear in fact that it cannot be seen as you drive, or even walk. So what happens is people are moving along, maybe even a touch slower than normal because the roads might be a little snowy, and then just like the old Batman TV series things go boom (although there is no sign popping up to say ‘boom’) and your car or feet are out of control. When I say out of control, it happens so fast that even if you are creeping in your car, you are suddenly and unexpectedly up close and personal with a ditch, flipped around backward with traffic coming at you and that traffic is losing control on that same sheet of ice, or in the worse case, hearing the sickening crunch of impact with another car or guardrail. Slip sliding away on icy roads or sidewalks is not something that just happens to people as they journey from point A to B but our personal lives will always include times when all of us are sliding out of control. Since the thought of snow turned my mind to skiing, Murphy’s Law of the sport, and icy roads, I want to talk about the pervasive myth in the lifestyle that a “real dominant” is always in control of life.

There is so much of what I call lifestyle propaganda floating on the internet about what a “real dominant or submissive” is that it drives me a bit bonkers. I can already hear the online lifestyle pundits saying dominants must be in control of their lives because if they are not, how can they lead another person? Okay, I get where that comes from but we also need to face another fact, we all live here on the third rock from the sun, not on a planet called Kinklandia. Here on the third rock, life takes twists, turns, and has events that will cause everyone to have times of “ice” in their lives. Being dominant is not a way to escape slipping, falling, or what I believe is the real ‘trick’ in life, getting back up after falling.

I do believe that dominants should always be working on being in control, but no one is immune to life’s icy moments. I also feel that it creates a very unrealistic view of the lifestyle if a person believes that to be a dominant why must never slip and it also creates unattainable expectations in the mind of a submissive if they believe a d-type will never have such times. Seriously can you imagine if this was the case? Submissive Sally blogging about how Dominant Danny is not a real dominant because he has been in a funk because his Mom passed away last week. Here is another one, Don the d-type is not a real dominant because they suffer from anxiety. I think it is time we ditch this myth because life happens, even the domliest of dominants will have moments of doubt, pain, suffering, and will fall down on life’s ice. As I said before, the trick is how we get up from our falls, and while a dominant should be striving to be in control, there are times when they will be sliding, and just like every human, dominants are works in progress so it is time we take this misleading statement, chuck it in the f*ck-it bucket because life happens, even to the best dominants.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2022

#my thoughts

[sea-dukes-assistant]

Of course that I left the Tiara moment for my birthday month, because it's my party and I want to pretend that I can attend one.

Let your immagination run wild.

What are you wearing? OK, I'm gonna need y'all to work with me here, because us enlisted degenerates don't have an equivalent of "white tie," and I'll be damned if I'm not flexing my Big US Navy D*ck Energy at a fancy dinner (also, use your imagination; the cummerbund for my rank would be black, and the buttons would be silver).

Are you married to a royal? Are you married to a politician? Not married to anyone, but Sea Duke and I fuck are relationshipping on the down low and there is nothing you can do about it.

Which family is hosting it? The Brits, for the sake of the attached fic making sense (and Sir would have some pull with respect to me attending in the first place).

When is it happening? 🤷🏼‍♂️ I don't really think about these things. Read the fic if you're dying to know.

Who are you seated next to? (if you pick Princess Michael I am getting worried about your current mental health state) It's finna be weird for me no matter who I'm next to, but ideally I'd be seated across from my emotional support naval officer Sea Duke.

DON'T FORGET TO STICK TO THE FASHIONS OF THE PERIOD (something is telling me that people will get too wild). MY BAD. *unapologetically nests my balls like bald eagle eggs with complete disregard for the space-time continuum*

CW: THERE IS DUDE SEX.

Uniform Kink

“Do you want me to wear it to bed?” he asks, his voice calm despite the offhandedness of the question.

“Huh? What? Wear what?” I hadn’t been paying attention, my thoughts having been occupied with other things, such as the very long list of very raunchy things I wanted to do to him…or receive…when he wore his Royal Navy uniform. It seems I had let my staring linger a bit to long.

“This,” he answers with a slight smirk. “You’ve only been eyeballing me since dinner.”

Oh shit, he had noticed. I usually was better at hiding it, either by using peripheral vision or pretending to be interested in what the guest next to me was saying, staring past them and at him. Everyone had left, the task of tidying up had begun, his wife gone off to get ready for bed (I can’t be certain but I think she winked at us), and it was just the two of us. This was the first time I’d ever wished someone else was in the room, and I’m upset that I didn’t have a reasonable excuse to get myself out of this situation.

My attention now was on my rocks glass, and I absentmindedly swirl what bourbon was left in there, growing more mortified as I felt the familiar sensation of heat gathering at my ears. I take a sip of bourbon, trying to balance between making it look normal and the knee-jerk desire to just knock back what was left back because OH MY GOD THIS ISN’T HAPPENING.

Sea Duke leans a bit closer to me, a smirk on his face. “You know, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it.”

He might not have calmed my mild embarrassment, but he at least made me feel less of a need to fight admitting to it, less…silly. Of course he’d have done that at least once with his wife stop being weird!

The combination of his voice, his increased proximity to me, and the imagery I’ve conjured up in my head had a very immediate effect, one that I very much needed him to attend to.

I take a deep breath and finish off my bourbon. “Yes,” I finally admit as I set the glass down. I can see him smile out of the corner of my eye. “I hate that you do that.” I can’t help but crack smile though, because he’s done it again.

He cocks his head to the side and quizzically asks, “Do what?”

“Get me to admit shit like that.”

“Well it’s either we sort this out now, or I find out on tour, when you’ve made it known to the entire wardroom, standing at attention when no one told you to.” He points at the now obvious bulge in my pants, I assume to ensure I understand the joke.

“Fuck sake!” I laugh at his description and the all too realistic probability that that’d be exactly what would happen.

“You needn’t be embarrassed about it,” he says quietly, and begins nibbling my ear.

As a reflex, I take a deep breath, exhaling out my nose, mentally pushing the anxiety out, a wave of calm taking over.

“I’ll ask again,” he says, a hint of arousal in his voice, “do you want me to wear it to bed?”

“Yes,” I answer, a bit unhappy that that came out a bit more of a moan than I intended.

His mission accomplished, Sea Duke ceases his attention on my ear. “Right,” he states, in typical British fashion, before smacking his hands on his thighs. He stands up and straightens out his uniform.

I stand up as well, awkwardly wondering what to do with my empty glass, and, in his opinion, focused too much on where to put it. He clears his throat in that sort of agitated way that officers tend to do, and I instinctively just set my glass down on the coffee table, swallowing the urge to apologize for my squirrely attention span.

“There are more pressing matters for you to focus on,” he says. I look at him a bit quizzically, as I’m the one with obvious evidence of arousal. Sea Duke sighs, feigning derision. “I’ve been wanting your mouth on my dick all night,” he declares, before turning and walking towards his bedroom.

I follow him, perhaps a bit too eagerly, basking in knowing he can’t get enough of me, just as I can’t get enough of him.

He helps get me stripped down to the waist between quick, almost authoritative kisses, backing me up to the edge of his bed. Once I'm bare-chested, he nudges my shoulder and I sit, the anticipation absolutely killing me.

“I haven't even touched you and you're already hard," he says, smirking at me while he unbuttons the last gold button on his uniform jacket.

There's some embarrassment mixed with my (obvious) arousal, but I try to ignore that as I know that's not his intention. If anything, it probably turns him on a bit; I know it'd be a confidence booster to me!

“That makes me wonder how many times you've gotten yourself off to this." Again, this comes not as a statement but more of that tactic officers use when they want answers, but don't want to ask questions directly. He's definitely turned on though; I can hear it in his voice.

“I neither confirm nor deny that," I tell him. Truth is, I lost count long ago.

“It had to have been substantial, given how eager you were for it the first time."

Ah yes, the first time. That, too, was after a fancy dinner...and he was also in his Royal Navy dress blues that time, too. Damn him and his paying attention to these things. I feel my face get hot, this time unable to keep any embarrassment at bay. Even though I wanted it, and want whateverthisis, I still hadn't fully come to terms with it. However, any level of insecurity was easier to deal with than the crushing weight the repression was starting to have on me, to the point where it physically manifested in constantly feeling like it was literally sitting on my chest.

I feel his right hand on my cheek, and then his thumb in my mouth, opening it for what's to come next. I can't help but watch, a bit mesmerized, as he unzips his trousers with his other hand. I feel my dick twitch as he, with a bit of difficulty, gets his free. Even only partially hard, his size is a bit intimidating. Without hesitation, his thumb disappears, and he pushes himself into my mouth, a sigh escaping him as he does so. Ah, it's going to be that type of night; he's more aroused than he'd admit. Either it's coincidence, or he gets as excited as I do about the decision to stay in uniform. I decide not to ask and chalk it up to coincidence, given it's not a secret that he enjoys having me suck him off (we both do, in fact). The prospect of it being the latter, though, aides in my own trousers getting more tight in the crotch...as if that were possible.

Instinctively, I start working him over, taking a more...exploratory approach, shall we say. I've waited a long time for this to happen, and I'll be damned if I don't take time and enjoy it. Sea Duke is less patient, his typical officers' composure betrayed by his unusually frequent sighs, and soft moans. I shift my focus to the head, alternating between licking and sucking, his noises serving as both encouragement and a distraction against the now uncomfortable bulge in my trousers.

“Christ," he sighs. "You had to have done this before."

I pull away from him, wrapping my right hand around his solid 8 inches. "No, you're still the first. None of that has changed," I explain, looking up at him as I rub my thumb around the head. I guess he figures I've had...experiences...while underway that I've not told him about. By now the insecurity has vanished and I'm feeling damn proud of myself for having gotten him in such a state. Usually, he's the more "together" one and it's me just making a racket and failing to make words. I'm not sure if that fact alone gets him more excited, or if he just really needs to cum, but either way, he is ready.

“On your back. Now." That was an order.

I smirk at him, excited for what's about to happen, and also finally I can get some relief! Just listening to him has got me to being annoyed at my own arousal. I do as he says without hesitation. I reach towards the head of the bed and grab a pillow, fluff it, and place it behind my head. With the level of efficiency one would expect from a German (he'll say he's Greek but let's be real here), I'm unceremoniously stripped down the rest of the way, until I'm bare ass naked. Then, his hand is on me.

“Oh fuck yes," I sighed, grateful to finally have contact.

“Reality better than the fantasy?" Sir asks, eyebrows raised and that damn smirk on his face again.

“Yes sir," I answer, my breath hitching as he gives me a squeeze.

“Mmm, I can tell. I wouldn't even have to touch you, would I?"

Indeed he would not. Sea Duke, Admiral of the Fleet, in his blues, his zipper down, his thick dick out and dripping pre-cum, stroking every inch of me in a slow, easy manner that conflicts with his earlier impatience, was even more than I could have asked for.

“N-no sir," I stutter. My stomach muscles tighten as I try to control myself.

“Right then," he chirps, immediately removing his hand. I whine about that, against my better judgement. He leans over me, and I moan as his dick makes contact with mine. It feels heavy and oddly comforting.

“Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, his voice low and husky with arousal. I could answer, but he's taken to nibbling on my ear, which combined with the motion of his hips is absolute murder on my nerves. I hate him. I hate him for the way he teases me. I hate it but fuck, do I love it.

“Use your words," he says as he grinds against me, his mouth not leaving my ear.

I moan.

He grinds against me again.

“"YES," I blurt out. "Yes sir...god...fuck..." I gasp, nearly finishing right then.

I feel him slowly start to prep me, and as always, he offers his own unique form of distraction.

“I do hope this is a suitable solution to your problem. We would be at sea for months. I take no issue with it but...I don't need the entire wardroom wanting to moor in my port. Although," he stands back up and removes his fingers, "I couldn't blame them for that. You are rather...eager to please." My dick twitches again at his words.

“I like pleasing you," I say, horny out of my mind.

“Mmm you always do," Sir says, easing himself into me, gentle as always, until his entire length is sheathed. He wraps my legs around his waist and strokes me, lazily, while waiting for me to get comfortable, obviously enjoying himself. All I can do is lean my head back and sigh, basking in the slight stinging mixed with intense pleasure. Fuck he's so good to me.

I buck up into his hand, a signal that he can proceed, and he begins to thrust, slowly at first, until he finds the exact angle he needs.

“"I think I like you best like this," he says, smiling at me as he pulls out, then thrusts back in.

I think I like it best, too.

@yeet-didnt-start-the-fire

#statedinnerfashionchallenge2022 #fashun #working for Sea Duke

[acecasinova]

Hullo!! This is so late but for the ask meme if you're still doing it? :D

🌹🍁🌺💫 for Lazarus and Keev? :D

ABSOLUTELY I'm always down to talk about my kiddos lol~

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Lazarus: Man. I don't know if he's got a place like that. The closest is probably when he gets to nap as a wolf, curled up under a tree or maybe on Eurydice's lap, but he's SO guarded and on edge that he doesn't get to feel like that much. We just got confirmation that he was NOT from Barovia, just somewhere on the Material Plane, but not sure where bc his grandfather wasn't exactly forthcoming lol. Eurydice most of the time- she let him squat in her orphanage's barn and never tried to pressure him too much, but she DOES sort of hover and fuss in ways that he doesn't like (but so many people do that rn). Home is somewhere people don't judge him.

Keev: It used to be his family's kitchen at home, but.... He hasn't actually been back since the accident (being declared dead, buried, and then deemed an undead abomination even though you're NOT (technically) undead, just barely connected to the living sort of puts a damper on going home.) And knowing that his parents knew he'd die if he became a wizards' apprentice but didn't fight the assignment bc it was an honor for their family, makes it a LITTLE soured. But really, any time he gets to cook feels comforting, or, failing that, just spending time w/ his twin sister. (She's sort of his whole world) Home to Keev is comfort. Protection. A warm place to let down your guard- a hearth.

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Lazarus: Usually he just f-cks off to the woods outside Valaki lmao~ The hayloft in the barn is also a usual haunt for him- it's where he sleeps and hides the stuff he's found/stolen, and where he goes when he doesn't need to work off excess energy (Q has also added some decorations, like a large stop sign her fey prince gave her) In the forest there's definitely an area with more scratched up trees that he frequents for working off energy, hunting small animals, and just climbing up trees to nap or sulk lol

Keev: Right now, he and his sister are on the road too much- they don't have a 'base' outside a magical shelter, so it's difficult to make a place feel like "his". But he does like journaling and pressing flowers, so that may count as a "comfort corner" as he doesn't remember anything after they passed the magical barrier outside their home country. He'll just turn invisible and slink off if he gets overwhelmed, but most times right now he doesn't want to be too far from his sister.

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

Lazarus: Depends on what's scaring him TBH. Most times, he'll just bolt, maybe drop some Darkness and then start jumping through shadows, but LATELY the source of his fear has been Kindness and Strahd, which has been.... tricky, and he's been freezing up as part of him wants to run and another part instinctively wants to obey. After the scare has passed, he usually has a lot of pent up energy and he gets aggressive or needs to let it out somewhere, like just running, hitting something, or scratching up a tree if he can't pick a fight

Keev: So much stimming! Usually he seeks out his sister to tell her about it and just not be alone, because he's had quite a few meltdowns and panic attacks recently from his claustrophobia and other recent fears, and since his magic is tied to fear and reacts to it, it can be dangerous. If he's alone, he tends to just withdraw and curl up to ride it out as best he can

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

Lazarus: ....okay so I JUST found out he was literally MADE from pieces of the rest of his vampiric family, then basically "jump-started" by a great old one, which is WILD- like what a way to have a biologically connected vampire den??? And I love that bc the DM just casually dropped that at the end of last session and reminded us that he mentioned that Laz' arms are different skin tones sdfghjkl;??

Keev: He's agnostic even though he's literally met several gods because he's seen them be fallible and doesn't think they've proven themselves more worthy of worship than anyone else. Also in his ideal world, he could be a paladin who draws faith from other people and their inherent goodness (But he's not very confident in his martial abilities as he was trained classically in arcana and now dealing with shadow magic)

#lazarus #keev #ask meme #sleepyforestbeast

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

My weird thoughts about the Midnight Show BETA

Disclaimer: This is meant to be taken as humor, don't take it too seriously. I may exaggerate in some things but I am being honest. I'm also cool with cannon but I have a tendency to yeeted out for experimenting xd

I actually never thought an angry normal bald man jumpscare would actually scare me. Dang it, Jake! You just don't appear out of nowhere on people's face - Oh wait actually I forgot that Baldi's basics exits, so this is the second time it happens. *Insert Doof nickels meme*

Owen is not taken seriously, and everyone thinks him as a D***. Cool

I am not gonna talk about the ponytail chick that later becomes Mortimer host. I acknowledge her existence, but I don't think she's Scout. (It kind of goes against the first game cannon and it just doesn't make sense choosing your Scout.)

Owen actually being an awkward tired dad is welcome. Still, did you thought spending that much money in a book was a good idea.

Jump cuts that take the sense of the story? Uncool >:(

Mortimer just being a little Sh*t to Owen makes me chuckle tho It's hard to think they're the same Mortimer

"You're in BIG trouble mister. " Owen just radiates dad energy

The puppets are basically Owen's family because he's a weirdo who likes puppets and nobody is into that (Except for my Amy, but Owen f*ck things up)

Mortimer has a saw :D

Jump cut D:<

How long have this bastards have the studio and why nobody is getting sus?! GAME EXPLAIN!

Everyone has Owen voice at the first cut scenes. This is the most WTF and hilarious thing I heard

Nick level got some glow ups and I missed my ugly barnacle boi (JK! Nick is bootiful )

Everyone just being playful and cheerful with Owen except for Riley. Noice

Owen attempting to assert his dad and Riley telling she doesn't care about his ass. Riley is just the best

Hahahahaha denial goes brrr *cries in a corner while hugging Moriley*

Riley proving once again why she's the best character in this entire franchise just with her voice lines

Riley prob is an atheist. I don't have prove but no doubts

Owen's VA did great at trying to imitate the cast voices, still their Daisy Voice was hilarious

Ah yes. Nick forces you to sit through his performances and Daisy wants you to help him, and there is Riley not hiding the fact that she hates you and has lower expectations of you on trivia!

Wait... how long have this guys done stuff?! Owen did you took that much time?!

Oh a demon was in the book. Makes sense, but I kind of wanted corruption arcs except for Riley, the queen of Sarcasm prob would take that path anyways

Guy: Dude Destroy the puppets

Owen: NoOoO tHe HaNdEeMeN aRe MiNe

Never doubt the power of attachment and being a looser puppeteer middle age man

So you get to choose what level you want? Cool :)

Oh it's buggy >:(

Love the fact that Nick and Daisy rhyme about what they want you to do. Riley straight up asks you why the hell are you keeping coming back and how are you still alive but her cocky ass just rolls with it. Riley is the best character change my mind

Nick venting his frustrations with Riley. I have a good word for it but I'm not gonna use it, but it's the other name for the rooster xd

Daisy being a sweetheart and saying mom things

Riley denying her daddy issues and trying to convince herself Middle age depressed boi is not her dad. Mood

Riley calling for Rosco is the most adorable thing and I'm here for it

I like how Riley and Nick use technology as traps, but Daisy uses bear traps :D

Riley insulting you or giving a sassy remark when you pass your trivia. My favorite is "*deadpan* Hooray! Hooray! U don't die today >:("

Riley has some fine AF eyebrows

Nick's performances are so well done

Nick slipping out that he actually has a crush on Riley gives the whole "If Riley tries me once more, there will be nothing of her but Gore!"Basically Riley drives Nick crazy that it frustrates and makes him madly fall in love with her

Why Riley doesn't have two different eye color glow?!

No cut scenes like the in the demo? OK then :(

I'm both happy and disappointed at the beta

The midnight show exists but I chose to mostly ignore it in most of my AUs because attachment issues, I'M NOT IN DENIAL, and also because making those AUs last year took a hella time >:(

Wait.... why Riley's icon have a mask when that event happened after Pierson was taken over?!

Riley putting Rosco as an answer for a trivia question is the most adorable thing. This lady loves her giant dog and I'm convince that she's a proud dog mom you can't tell me otherwise

Nick clearly doesn't know Shakespeare

The fact that Nick wrote a poem about his love for Riley implies that he probably has made art using her as a muse but Nick is too embarrassed to admit he likes her. That's so Nick

What if Riley struggles with other emotions other than anger and uses science and sadism to express she likes something. So when she said with such glee that she wanted to experiment on Nick implies that she kind of likes him? Or maybe that she wants him dead. um Both. Yeah Both

#hello puppets #riley ruckus #deedz does weird stuff #mortimer handee #nick nack #daisy danger