#this is under a cut on desktop i promise

[ciaoteamo]

Milk and Water Pt. II

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: the aftermath of letting him in

pt.I

(art credits: @yunonoaii)

warnings: 18+ content

“…what. the. fuck.” You mutter to yourself, watching the scene before you unfold.

“mmm, how about letting me in now? promise i won’t bite you too hard” His eyes were dangerously seductive.

Your desktop fan and the slight rustling sound of (what you could only assume was) him touching himself filled the eerie silence of your office space.

However, he could still tell that you were hesitant to let him in, especially considering what he just did to D.D.D.

“how about this, sweetheart we-“

“if i open this door.” You cut him off. He shuts up quickly and halts his movements with a blank stare. His eyes watching you intently.

“you come straight to me, or else i swear to fuck. it will not be a good time for you. you copy?” Your hands were firmly grasping the edge of the desk as you stared the man in his color changing eyes.

“i promise” He kisses the window and you give him one last short lived glare before unlocking the door for him.

BZZT!

He slowly turns away from you and walks toward the door and you felt relieved to hear a light knock a few seconds later before he let himself in.

“see? you can trust the milkman” He grins.

He was a mess. Between the torn clothing, the blood, and his unzipped slacks that displayed his black briefs holding back a huge bulge, he honestly looked like something out of a wet dream.

“this is quite a small space… you think i’ll be alright in here?” He closed the door behind himself and strides toward you.

“you don’t have any choice but to be alright” You retort and he chortles.

“i love this mouth of yours… i’ve never crossed paths with a human as bold as you…” He tilts his head, placing a hand under your chin to lift it a bit.

“unless you’re actually scared… and using this boldness as a tactic..?” His irises turn white once again and his grip on your chin tightened slightly.

Though you were enduring a near death experience right now, being that you were this close to a doppelgänger, you were unbelievably horny.

“tactics?” You start. You already knew that you probably wouldn’t be able to get out of his grip just by moving, so you used a more… inappropriate approach.

You took a step closer to him, closing in the 2 foot gap that sat between the two of you and you placed your palm over his hard-on.

His grip immediately loosened a bit and his fingers twitched against your skin. What a reaction that was…

You feel more confident, realizing that he’s just another horny good looking guy. “is there a reason i should be afraid of you?” You ask, hand squeezing around him and a finger rubbing his tip.

He shudders and his hand falls from your chin and rests around your throat. His forehead tapped against yours, and your eyes were fixed on each other. “…you really are something”

“wish i could say the same for you“ You start, breaking the eye contact to look at his lips and sharp canines. “you’re just a slutty and messy excuse of a monster” Your words would probably be venom to anyone else, but this only riled him up more.

You felt his throbbing under your palm and grin to yourself before being greedily pulled into a kiss. For a brief moment, you could taste a metallic bloody taste on his tongue.

You moaned at the warmth of his mouth and felt his hands rested on your hips, rubbing circles into the area.

You release yourself from the kiss with his bottom lip between your teeth and a smile. “desperate, are we?” You tease.

“painfully…” His eyes glistened. “what’ll it take to get those pretty lips to go a little lower?”

“show me what yours can do first and i’ll see about returning the favor” You challenge. His eyes go back and forth between yours before he kisses you again.

This time however, he started to undo your uniform. Groaning so deeply that you felt the rumble in your throat. His skilled hands loosened your belt and your slacks came down and off.

Next he lowered himself and lifted you a bit to get off your socks and shoes, making him get more sloppy and needy within the kiss.

At this point he was squatting and you were standing over him, holding both sides of his face. His hands travelled up and down your leg as he stayed in his position and this time, he’s the one to break the kiss.

You were both breathing heavily, and staring each other down. You almost forgot your resolve and let him fuck you right then and there.

But you had to stay strong, for both of you guys’ sake. You take a deep breath in and til your head.

“well, you gonna show me? or are just sit there and look delirious from a simple kiss?” You teased.

“…may i?” He asks with a slightly raised eyebrow, gesturing toward your leg.

“go ahead”

“hold on to something right”

“why am i h- shit!” You would’ve fell right to the ground if it wasn’t for the shelf behind you that held last months documents. Albeit, they’re scattered over the floor now.

Your legs were snatched from underneath you and each one was hooked over the man’s shoulders. His warm breath against you felt sinister. It sent a slight chill up your spine.

His eyes stared down at your sex and he licked his lips, looking more excited than you did for this. “don’t let go” He says before using gis fingers to spread you sticky lips.

His tongue pressed hard into you and drug from your hole, up to your clit. You bit your lip at the warmth and felt your back arch against your will.

“ha~ this all you got? Thought you said you’d be bet- anghh~!” Your eyes widen and your mouth drops at the new feeling below.

“you were saying?” He mumbles into you. His tongue was longer with a pointy tip, and his lips were wrapped tightly around your clit.

The pleasure was almost overwhelming. You could definitely admit that he made you eat your words and replace them with loud endless moans.

As you felt yourself getting closer you began to grind your hips over his face, chasing after your high.

“don’t stop” You could barely get out the last word before the wave of immense overstimulating pleasure came over you.

You curse and take in a few deep breaths, calming yourself down a bit, and only then did he let your clit go with a ‘pop’, making your legs to twitch.

“that wasn’t fair” You jokingly glare at him, the sweat making your skin shine and chilly from the fan air.

“i told you i was better” He wipes his chin with his thumb and licks it clean without breaking the eye contact.

“you have to be some sort of… sex demon” You shake your head in disbelief.

“maybe i am?” He lets you tug him closer by his tie and give him another sloppy kiss. The change in size of his tongue being just below too much for you as it explored your mouth.

“well let’s see how long you can last then… hm?” You ask, beginning to leave a trail of light kisses on his next before a harsh bite.

You could feel him shudder and decided to have him sit in your office chair. “let me borrow this..” You say, undoing his tie while he sat.

You spin the chair around and bring both of his arms to the back and tie them to the chair. When you spin his back around, his had such a mischievous grin that you went ahead and addressed.

“yes, i know you could probably get out of that in a heartbeat” You start and roll your eyes. He chuckles, amused at your awareness. “but, will you?” It was your turn to put on the sly grin now. The second he managed to break free from his restraint, would be the moment you’d send him off.

“…” He read your face, bit knowing if he should say something sly or not.

“right, thought so” You smile and give him a few taps on the cheek.

You kneel between the man’s legs, finally addressing the large and throbbing penis before you.

“god you’re hard… you weren’t kidding when you said you needed help” You joke, rubbing his wet tip through his boxers with you finger.

He grunted a bit and readjusted himself in his seat. You look up at him before pressing harshly on it with your thumb.

“oh fuck you~” He throws his head back and you giggle.

You reach for the hem of his briefs and tug at them, signaling him to lift his hips. Once he’s exposed, you could really see the girth and length of him.

He was veiny, thick… bright pink tip, and god knows how long it was.

You put your hand around the base, it was warm and nearly pulsating. Your pace was moderate, giving him just enough to work with. You knew it was a nice steady pace when his hips slightly jerked up for more friction.

“needy boy wanting to fuck my hand? this wasn’t even the main event you asked for, love” You coo, strengthening the grip you had on him by a smidge.

“i can’t help that you know how to use those hands of yours so well” He remarks, still facing the ceiling.

You pump your fist higher up and use your own skilled tongue to drag along his vein.

“@$?!~” He moaned and immediately looked down at you with a snarl. An almost threatening one telling you that he wanted more.

And were you planning on giving it to him? Absolutely not.

You stare right back at him and smirk, using the same motion and occasionally sucking the pre cum from its leaky pink source.

“i’m gonna cum” Your eyes welled a bit at the large shaft triggering your gag reflex. But he was close so you would endure the slight pain.

His thrust his hips up a few times and you force your head as far as you could before completely stopping.

“fuck- why’d you stop” His voice was almost a whisper and suddenly thick white ropes shot into the air and landed on his thigh.

“oh i’m sorry, i’ll keep going” You reach for his most sensitive spots, overstimulating him into a nervous laughter as he begged you to stop.

It was fun watching him experience more than he could handle, but all good things come to an end.

He sighs in relief, sweaty, heaving, and dazed.

“can i be freed now?” He asks.

“sure, why not. looks like you’re done here anyway” You shrug.

“who’s done?” He stands up, simply snapping the tie apart.

“oh… you’ve still got more in you?”

“im the milkman, i never run out” He suddenly picks you up and sits on you on the desk. Jesus, these things are strong.

You wrap your hands around your neck, suddenly feeling the arousal for another round yourself.

His hands find your slick entrance, teasing the outside and slipping two cold slender fingers into you.

“mmm!” You mean into the kiss, holding onto his forearm as he fingered you at an inhumane pace. You break away and cat h your breath trying to slow him down a bit.

“i don’t want to cum from this, put it in” You say.

“yes ma’am” He lines himself up without your entrance and slowly pushes himself in with a moan. You could every centimeter of the stretch as he went deeper.

You tapped the back of your head onto the window behind you and felt him kissing on your neck and collarbone.

“fuck you’re big” Your voice slightly shook as you stated the obvious.

“and you’re so warm and wet inside, i ashamed to admit that i almost came putting it in” He chuckled before biting back another groan.

RIIIIING

RIIIIING

You snap your head in the direction of the phone and see D.D.D. calling.

Shit.

“stop, i have to take this.” He halts his thrusts and you grab the phone. “hello?”

“agent number” A deep voice says over the phone.

“5 5 8 4 3 7” You state clearly.

“thank you agent (Y/N), we’re calling about a few M.I.A. cleaners? it says in our system that you were the last to call. is everything alright?”

“ye-es~” You feel something rubbing your g-spot and look over at Francis. ‘stop, now.’ You mouth silently. He just smirks and speeds up.

“are you sure? you sound like you’re being threatened” The man on the phone asks.

“mhm~, im fine sir, just a little shaky” You put your hand over the phone speaker and look at Francis.

“what the fuck is wrong with you??” You ask, interrupting yourself with a few moans.

“just a little thirsty for some water” He thrusts harder, causing him to hit your g-spot, and your clit back to back.

You cover your mouth with your shirt and moan into it, hearing the buzz of a voice on the phone. Honestly you should be scared, they could show any minute, but right now, you could care less.

“im gonna cum” You whisper, still being mindful of the potential listeners.

“yeah?” He grabs a young and stands straight up, slamming you down into his cock. You let out something just short of a scream into the crook of his neck and find yourself twitching and shaking in his grip.

You heard a splash and felt him fill you up with his seed. You both were a moaning, groaning mess, heavily breathing in place.

“(Y/N), do you copy?……. we’re on our way” The phone then hangs up and the low buzzy voice is replaced with a prominent beep.

“you have to go, they’re coming” You lazily try to leave his strong hold with a tired push against his chest.

“but first” He puts you back on the desk where you rest your back against the cold glass window. “a drink..” His tongue grows longer right infont of you, and cleans you from your ankles to your navel, and of course he ran it over the bundle of nerves he’s been abusing all night, making your body jolt.

“you’re so delicious… i wish i could always taste you” His tongue goes back to its normal size.

“well i’ll get going now… i’ll be seeing you again soon, love. i’ll try not to cause too much trouble next time…” He gives you a peppery kiss on the nose and leaves.

Well, that’s one way to end your day shift…

#ciaoteamo #x reader #imagine #smut #milkman smut #milkman x reader #milk the man #milkman #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses

[celandeline]

in your head, on your mind // Jordan Li x Reader, Part 1

i know i haven't posted in like a year, and this is a huge shift from my usual writing, but i cannot express how jordan li has captured my heart and soul. this is definitely going to be a good number of parts, and will also definitely have some smut in there.

word count: 1912

previous part // next part

The Lamplighter School of Crimefighting is your home away from home on the GodU campus. Being Professor Caldwin’s TA is almost a full-time job, and in addition to classes and training and homework, most days you are in Caldwin’s office more than your own dorm room. Not that you mind, really. It’s the sort of job that will really set you up later in life - Caldwin knows everyone - and anything is better than listening to your roommate try and go viral on TikTok for the 30,000th time. And Caldwin’s a nice guy, in his own way.

“L/N.” The gruff call from his actual office resounds over the little foyer your desk sits in. 

Scooting back from your seat, you get up and walk the few steps between your desk and the doorway, hovering at the frame. “Professor?”

Caldwin sits at his own desk - a big, antique wooden thing that’s probably older than anything else in this building - hunched over in front of a desktop computer that’s far too sleek looking for the desk it sits on. Frustration radiates out from him like rays of the sun. Stupid fucking computer… swear they make these things difficult for people my age on purpose… snippets of his thoughts play in your mind without prompting - your superpower passively picking up his most prominent feelings. Of course, if you wanted, you could really focus and read his mind fully (even talk to him telepathically), but that was a boundary you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t cross. He is your professor - and boss - after all. 

Peering over the top of his glasses, Caldwin blinks at you, gathering a stack of papers to his left. “Bring these over to Brink, will you? If he’s busy you can just leave them with his TA, it’s nothing classified.”

You step into his Caldwin’s office fully, and take the stack of papers from him. It’s a hefty thing, so you tuck it under your arm. “Will do.”

“And while you’re out and about, get me another cup of coffee from the staff room. Two sugars-”

“Two sugars, two pumps of hazelnut, one splash of cream.” You say, already heading out the door. You’ve had his coffee order down since he hired you at the beginning of your sophomore year. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Thank you.” Gonna take a hammer to this stupid fucking-

His thoughts cut off abruptly as you walk out of range, heading into the halls of the Crimefighting building. Students fill the space, coming and going from classes, sitting in the chairs near the floor to ceiling windows busy on their laptops, loitering around as they chat with their friends. You purposefully focus on your own goal - Brink’s office, and then the staff break room to make Caldwin another coffee - to force the cacophony of thoughts down. The audible chatter, in addition to the telepathic noise, would have been enough to make you scream a few years ago, but classes at GodU have lived up to your expectations - they’re hard, but worth it, to get your power under control.

Brink’s office is across the building from Caldwin’s, a more luxurious room with lots of natural light and a good view of the campus green. You’d only really ever been in there on Caldwin’s instructions - Brink had only been your professor once, your freshman year, and you’d been too scared of his reputation to actually go to his office hours. Still, it was easy to find, and when you tried the door, it was open. 

The foyer of Brink’s office is much larger than the space in Caldwin’s and you find yourself a little jealous - it would be nice to sit at a desk here. You look first to the doors leading into his actual office, and find them closed. You turn to the figure sitting at the desk, and ask, “Is Brink busy right now? I have papers from Caldwin for him.”

The girl at the desk - pretty, with stark black hair that just reached her jaw and big brown doe eyes - just stares at you for a moment before responding. “Yeah, he’s on a call, actually.” Her voice is smooth, a little deep, and not what you expected at all. 

“Oh, alright, I can just-” You start, only to be interrupted by a wave of lust.

Goddamn. Smash. The things I wouldn’t do to get between those legs… wow. Those legs. How have I not run into YOU before? I mean really, surely I would have noticed the hottest person alive on campus - especially here, in my goddamn department. Fuck. 

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that. You balk. “Um. Sorry. Yeah, it’s not anything classified so Caldwin said I could just leave it with you,” You untuck the stack from under your arm and pass it towards Brink’s TA. Her fingers brush over yours as she takes it, and for a split second, you can feel just how much you were affecting her - the wave of horniness hit you like a bus. The feeling lingers as you take your hand away, and you’re unable to tell if it’s leftover from her or your own reaction. Maybe a bit of both. 

She sets the papers down on her desk beside her without looking, too busy smiling at you. “I’m Jordan, by the way.” She says. “I take it your Caldwin’s TA?”

“Yeah.” You say. “Y/N.”

Y/N. That’s a nice name. Very screamable. 

You fight the urge to do anything but smile. Just looking at her, you would have never guessed such wanton thoughts would come from such a tiny girl, but never judge a book by its cover, right?

“Nice to meet you Jordan.” You continue, careful to keep your voice steady, even. Casual. Not like you can hear every piece of want cross her mind. 

I bet you’d sound good screaming my name. I need to stop - I don’t even know you. I need to get laid, my god. Down tremendous and I JUST learned your name. 

The image of you and Jordan together - tangled up in unfamiliar bedsheets, Jordan’s mouth latched onto your neck as you moaned in pleasure - crosses Jordan’s mind, and yours by extent. For, as she said, having just met you, it was a surprisingly good imaginary version of yourself. Though, she is looking right at you. It would be hard to get any details wrong when you were standing right there. 

Would you let me? Maybe if I was in the other form-

Before you had time to wonder what that meant, she’s changing before your eyes, rearranging skin and bone until an entirely different person is sitting at the desk. A man - taller, broader, but just as pretty and with the same big brown eyes. Your surprise must have shown on your face, because Jordan laughs, a smile stretching across their face. 

“Sorry.” They say, leaning forward to rest their elbows against the desk. “It’s just that I have two faces, so I didn’t want you to get confused if some random dude was waving at you cause I forgot you only met me as a girl.”

“That’s a pretty cool power.” You say, and then, with your mind, “And a pretty good reason to show it off. I mean, for something you came up with on the fly anyway.”

You watch their eyes widen as they realize that you’re in their head, and then their cheeks flush red as they remember what they were thinking about not moments before. “So you’ve just been hearing-?”

“Yeah.” You say..

“I am so sorry-” They start, shifting back into their female form. 

“No, it’s okay.” You say, a laugh on the edge of your lips. “I promise it’s fine, I mean, you didn’t know I was listening in and it’s your thoughts you can’t like, help it. And it’s not the first time-”

I bet, looking like that. Fuck. Pretend I didn’t think that. I’m sorry. Jordan buries their head in their hands with a groan. “Sorry.”

You let out a full laugh at that. “It’s okay, I promise. Please don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s fine. It’s flattering, if anything. I mean, you’re pretty good looking yourself. Not that you’re only hot, I mean - I’m sure you’re nice too.” You pause. “That came out a little wrong.”

Jordan smiles. “It’s okay. I mean, you basically get a free pass to do whatever you want to be since I’ve been…” They trail off. In their mind, …objectifying you. I’d let you do whatever you wanted to me anyway, but… fuck. Sorry.

You smile again. “It’s okay. Promise.” You lean forward across the desk a little, getting closer without getting too close - you have just met after all. The smell of smokey cologne fills your nose, and causes more butterflies to swirl in your stomach. They really are hot. “You wanna know a secret?”

Jordan leans in too. “Sure.”

“Most guys, when they figure out that I can hear them lusting after me, aren't even apologetic.” You say. “So it’s sweet that you are. Charming, even.” It’s true - which is why you don’t usually bother playing into people’s lustful thoughts, but Jordan… 

Okay. Okay, it’s not a big deal, it’s fine. “Would you want to hang out?” Jordan says, a little rushed, like they’d been waiting for an opportunity. “Sometime? We could train, or something…” Please say yes. You don’t have to say yes. I really want you to though.

You think about it for a moment. You don't usually say yes to these kinds of questions, especially after hearing the person's ulterior motives, but… Jordan seems nice, nice enough to genuinely feel bad about their thoughts once they realized you could hear them. And they are hot, objectively, in both forms. 

“Yeah, I’d be down to hang out.” You say, reaching into the pocket of your jeans to pull out your phone. “Can I-?”

“Yes. Yeah.” Jordan pulls their own phone out clumsily, handing it to you. 

You put your number in with a smile, and take the liberty to add a little emoji heart at the end of your name before you hand it back to them. “Should I text you, or are you going to text me?”

I don’t think I could stop myself if I tried. “I’ll text you.” Jordan says, glancing down at their phone. “A heart?”

“You don’t think so?”

No, no. No it’s great, I'm never going to change it. “A little fast, no?” They say. 

You smile, and inject your voice into their head. Liar. I’ll see you later Jordan. 

Before they can say anything else, you turn and leave, throwing one last glance at them over your shoulder. They don’t even try to pretend that they aren’t staring. 

Butterflies swarm your stomach as you make your way back through the halls. You can’t remember the last time being in someone’s head made you like them more rather than less, but Jordan… sweet, apologetic Jordan. It’s exciting, in a way, knowing what they were thinking about you, and knowing that despite the fact that you know, they still want to hang out. You check your phone, even though it’s not even been a minute since you left. Sure enough, a text-

what are you doing tmrw from like 2-4

You type out your reply: hanging out w u probably

You almost forget to get Caldwin’s coffee on the way back. 

#gen v #jordan li #jordan li x reader #gen v x reader #the boys #derek luh #london thor

[hijackalx]

A PROPOSITION +18

SUMMARY: You’ll need more than a pretty penny to change this corrupt magistrate’s mind.

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

UNDER THE CUT: F!reader, magistrate!astarion, dry humping, vaginal fingering, clothed sex, slight corruption kink, reader is implied inexperienced/astarion treats them that way, D/S, maybe dubcon but not really, power imbalance

Your heels clack through the hollow hall, every step quick and determined. However, your face holds a level of uncertainty to it.

Doors lace the walls, each one with a plaque beside it. You scan every little golden engraving, repeating the names you read under your breath. Meanwhile, the briefcase in your hands is secured to your chest tightly, as if you're afraid it'll disappear.

Your spine shoots upright as you make an abrupt stop. You linger outside one of the doors, swallowing as you stare at the title it holds— 'A. ANCUNIN' reads in big, bold letters, almost like it were manufactured to wrack your nerves. Your gaze shifts to the figure through the distorted glass. It's misshapen and hardly more than a silhouette, but it's enough to make your palms sweat.

You wipe your hands off on your skirt, then quickly push any stray hairs back into place. With a reassuring breath, you knock on the door.

"Come in," a voice calls out, flat and disinterested.

Only when the latch clicks behind you does he look up from the paperwork on his desk. He gives you a once-over, though it almost feels like an evaluation. Afterward, he sits up and folds his hands on the desktop. "Hello," he greets, his tone lacking the monotony it held a moment ago. "What can I do for you?"

Your words seem to get lost in your throat for a moment, allowing the silence between you to last a second too long. "M-may I?" You gesture to one of the chairs in front of his desk, to which he gives a smile you'd only describe as amused. You curse mentally at how you've already managed to make a fool of yourself.

"Of course, darling," he says as if he's pointing out the obvious. Above that soft grin of his, his eyes blink slowly, giving away how horribly you're failing at your first impression.

His subtle criticism only makes you more timid. After all, proposing a deal like this could cost you your job, and you hoped it wouldn't come to that if you could get him to like you.

Had the magistrate working your client's trial— your friend's trial— been anyone but Ancunin, you wouldn't doubt yourself over such a small crime. It's unlike you to lack confidence in your abilities, even more so to stoop as low as bribery. For you and your friend's sake, you hope the rumors about his corrupt ways are more than just rumors.

You take a seat, impossibly rigid. His eyes glance down, and you can't tell if he's taken interest in the briefcase on your lap or something lower. You bring your legs closer together as a precaution.

"Mr. Ancunin—" you cut yourself off to clear your throat, "—sir, I noticed that you'll be overseeing my client's case in a few days..." Your words die out, eyes darting around the room as if searching for the best way to introduce your proposal. Much to your dismay, you find that there isn't one. "I... I was hoping... we could discuss the terms of your… mercy."

It feels like you've just lit a bomb, and you're counting down the seconds until you lose everything. You almost want to shield your face and take cover.

His eyes squint slightly, withholding a response as he leans back in his chair. The wood creaks under his weight. Your heart pounds in your chest, leading a tremble to your fingers you're sure he must have noticed.

After a few moments, the silence is too suffocating for you to let it go on. "I know that sounds... rough. But I promise you it is worth your time—" the sounds of the briefcase snapping open interrupt your nervous speech.

"I don't want your gold."

You freeze, and all is quiet again. "... What?" You mutter, slightly taken aback by the suddenness of his reply.

"It's not enough."

You glance down at the object in your hands, realizing that he hasn't even seen the sum yet. "This should be more than enough for a minor offense." A small crease forms between your brows, a tinge of confusion to your voice.

He laughs at you, and something about the high-pitched sound makes your jaw clench. It seems to bring you back to reality, and you finally see him for what he is— a cocky, power-tripping bastard.

"Let's agree to disagree, dear. If you wish to sway me next time, try offering something a little more..." He trails off, appearing to browse his mind for the correct word. "... enticing." He briefly chews on the pen in his hand while looking you over once more. With a sigh, he waves it towards you dismissively and sits back up to focus on his paperwork. "Have a good day now."

Just like that, the negotiation is over, and a wave of shock crashes into you. If your friend wasn't getting the death sentence before, they surely are now. Desperation weighs on your limbs at the realization, anchoring you in place. You watch hopelessly as he continues to fill out the papers on his desk, any remnants of your interaction wiped clean from his features.

You've not only failed your friend, but you've made a mockery of yourself as well.

He finally looks up again, though he doesn't give you enough respect to fully lift his head. "Something wrong?"

Your lip bobs as you struggle to get your words together. There's a glassiness to your eyes, and you quickly try to blink it away. "I— what can I do?" Your voice cracks slightly, and he seems to liven up at the sound. "Please tell me."

You try to save yourself some dignity by not crying in front of him, but your attempts are futile as the first tear slips down your face. You quickly wipe it away, all for it to be followed by another. A soft whimper escapes your throat, and you realize you're falling apart faster than you anticipated.

When you meet his eyes again, you're almost stunned out of your state. His stare is heavy, and you notice how his nostrils flare just slightly to accommodate his elevated breaths. You'd almost guess that he's angry with your pathetic groveling, but something is... off.

He appears to snap out of his trance with a bob of his throat, his lean fingers digging into the collar of his shirt to loosen it. Your gaze follows as long strides carry him around his desk.

You're surprised when he squats down in front of you, bringing himself to your level. There's an upward pull to his brows, and a strangely sympathetic pout to his lips. "Oh, you poor, sweet little thing." He tilts his head as he studies your tearstained features.

His eyes hold a level of pity that almost makes you forget that he's the one responsible for your troubles. His stare is captivating, and you find yourself unable to look away.

"You know, I feel for you. I do," he sighs. "But, gold..." he looks off to the side and does a little shrug. "It just... doesn't quite do it for me these days. What, with my job being so stressful and time consuming, I'm hardly concerned with how much coin I can spend."

He laughs and places a hand on your knee, the warmth of his palm igniting the skin through your tights. You stare down at it, sporting an unsubtle fixation on how his long index finger sneaks beneath your skirt. It remains there as if inconspicuous— as if it's an innocent mistake.

His touch slips away, though only to reposition itself on your chin as he rises to his full height. He demands your attention as he looms over you, and you're shocked to notice how his features have darkened.

You peer up through your lashes as he runs his thumb over your wet cheek. The digit stills for a moment before slyly moving toward your bottom lip, smearing the moisture of your collected tear. "What I would trade for a bit of relief, though..." he mutters with a sense of being lost in thought.

Your heartbeat skips at the implications of his words, a searing heat blossoming throughout your body. Despite it being such a horrible and perverted thing to suggest, you can't help noticing the quickening of your breaths— each inhale tinged with excitement.

You're not quite sure how to voice your desires, so you simply allow your mouth to pop open. The intensity in his gaze grows as he watches you give him access, his thumb pushing past the barrier of your lips and meeting the warmth inside. He inhales sharply as you close your mouth around him, tasting your own salty tears.

Your hands anxiously wring the ends of your skirt, rubbing your thighs together for some kind of solace. The smallest moan leaves your throat, muffled by the barricade of his thumb.

He slides himself from your clasped lips and lets out a short, inquisitive hum. You sit patiently— obediently— waiting for his next move. You focus on how his fingers unbutton the sleeves of his shirt, how he rolls them up to his elbows and reveals his toned forearms.

As he walks around you to prop himself up on the desktop, the hard-on beneath his black dress pants grabs your attention, and you swallow deeply while trying to maintain composure.

"Well, my dear, I think you have a choice to make," he starts. His tone is lower than before, as if to avoid being heard. "You can either take your things and walk out that door—" he nods to the door, his eyes flitting to it once before meeting yours again. "—... or you can lock it."

He watches you like a hawk as you stand and awkwardly brush the wrinkles from your clothes. His ogling makes you feel weighted as you move towards the door, your unsteady palm landing on the handle. You hesitate for a moment, then ultimately seal the deal with a click.

Your body shakes with every hammer of your pulse, not to mention the anticipatory throbbing between your legs. You're not sure if this is a mistake— you're not sure if you even care. In fact, you're not sure of anything right now.

You slowly turn towards him, your gaze wide and seeking reassurance.

He notices and grins at you, though sly and wolfish it may be. "Very good," he offers his approval, sending a weakness to your knees.

His hand reaches out for you, palm open and inviting yours to fill it. You step his way, allowing him to pull you closer. He grips your wrist tight as he pulls you up into his lap, the motion swift and sudden.

Your face flushes with warmth at the vicinity, your body frozen as you straddle him. He feels how you hover, promptly grabbing your hips and forcing you down onto him. You gasp as his bulge makes contact with your clit, remaining paralyzed as if afraid of the sounds you'd make rubbing against it.

His gentle yet plotting gaze glances back and forth between your eyes and lips. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" he asks, almost distracting you from the feeling of him slowly unbuttoning your shirt. The intensity of which he stares at you only makes you more jittery, and your response catches in your throat.

"I, um—" you choke, watching his dextrous fingers reveal more of your skin by the second. Is he referencing sexual favors? Or just... sex? "I d-don't—"

He grins warmly, a small laugh humming behind his lips. "I'll take that as a no." There's a strange heaviness to his eyes that contrasts with his smile; it's almost daydreamy, as if he's fulfilling some fantasy of his. "Don't you worry your pretty little head then— I know what I'm doing, and that's good enough for the both of us."

Suddenly, you place your hand on his, stilling it. He's surprised at first, but after a glance at your doe-eyed face, he knows what you're thinking.

"Just follow my lead, darling." His freehand plays with the garters connected to your tights. "You can do that for me, can't you?" He asks so sweetly it almost makes your head spin.

You nod, perhaps a little too eagerly from the way he chuckles in response. With that, he grabs your chin, bringing your mouths together. He starts off slow, accommodating you— it seems he can tell you're as nervous as you are desperate to please.

His lips are soft and malleable, forgiving any mistakes you might make. You gain a bit of confidence in turn, and he takes that as a sign to pick up the pace. His brows furrow, and your mouths join with a bit more passion. He runs his tongue over your bottom lip, then takes it in with his teeth; he bites down slightly, resulting in a dull yet addicting pain.

Once his busy fingers reach the bottom of your blouse, he pulls the fabric open, letting the air embrace your torso. His hands invade your body with an impatient hunger, cool fingertips tracing your skin as if familiarizing himself with a new toy.

You catch yourself subconsciously grinding onto his lap, stimulating your clit with the tent in his pants. It sends wave after wave of pleasure through you, your hand catching the hair at the base of his neck. He eats up the small whimpers you release into his mouth like candy, deepening the kiss each time.

He pulls away to pepper wet kisses down your neck, and you readily lift your head to give him better access. A palm slides around your back, pulling you closer as he continues trailing along your collarbone, each remnant of saliva growing cold with his absence.

Your rubbing against him gets more needy, and you stabilize yourself by grabbing the collar of his shirt. With your free hand, you pull your skirt up to watch how his cock cards through your covered folds, noticing the ever-growing wet spot he's curated.

Your cunt tightens around nothing, a deep desire for him to be inside you festering beneath your surface. You've never felt so overwhelmed with want before; he's hijacked your body, and you're not sure you'd even recognize yourself right now— giving into temptation so freely, so shamelessly.

He looks down between your bodies, his cock twitching at the sight of you using him to get off. "Does that feel good?" He asks, a slight waver to his suave tone.

You nod with haste, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to find the perfect rhythm, but it's not enough. You need more— to feel his skin against yours. You don't care how dirty or uncouth it might be; your hand lands atop one of his, bringing it closer to the aching spot between your legs.

Although, your confidence seems to run dry as you hesitate, your hand stilling at the halfway-point. You glance at him through your lashes, desperate yet so unsure. He's more than smitten by your uncertainty, reveling in how he's made you yearn for his touch. "Don’t be coy,” he tuts playfully.

He moves his hand without the guidance of your own, watching you closely as he ventures deeper into your underwear. You inhale sharply at the feeling of him exploring your folds, not knowing whether to lean towards it or away. The hum he lets out tells you he's pleased with you so far, and the way that makes your heart race is pitiful.

He thoroughly lathers his digit with your essence, then begins playing with your clit. Your mouth falls open at the instant relief, brows coming together tightly. Your face drops into the crook of his neck, and within seconds your breaths become ragged, allowing the occasional mewl to slip out. You hear how he curses to himself, but you can't bring yourself to focus on what he's saying— you're too lost in his touch.

He consistently changes pace, putting you on the path to an orgasm just to purposely take it away; it's a cruel reminder of who's in control, and you grow increasingly sensitive as a result.

"P-please— please—" you babble, feeling your abdomen grow tenser by the second. He winds the coil inside you tighter and tighter, your pleasure entirely at his mercy. "Please don't stop," you manage to get out, your hand instinctually wrapping around his wrist to keep him there.

He lets out a breathy laugh, one you believe he intended to sound more condescending than it did. "I think you're forgetting the details of our arrangement, dear," he states, presumably anxious to get his own and tell you to leave. Although, his fingers don't still, and he doesn't refrain from encouraging you to cum for him through saccharine whispers.

"Almost there," he coaxes. "Relax. Don't fight it." His teeth drag along your ear, directing your attention as he speaks.

Your entire body goes taut as you feel something snap deep inside you. Your breaths heighten rapidly, face contorting into a half-hearted wince as you try to hold back your moans.

He watches your climax with a half-lidded gaze, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth— if you didn't know any better you'd think he was absolutely charmed by you.

As you come down from your high, he meets your dazed expression with a grin. "Cute," is all he says before pushing you off his lap. You're shocked— and a little hurt. It's not like you forgot what this was, but you hadn't quite prepared yourself to be discarded so soon.

Then, much to your surprise, he positions himself behind you and bends you over the desk. Your chest hits the surface with a thud, and your face settles onto the papers he was working on earlier. All of your muscles are so lax from your orgasm, your knees almost buckle from beneath you while he flips your skirt over your rear.

You hear the excited exhales leaving his nose as his hands run over the curve of your body, rough and impatient. He reaches the heart shape of your ass, giving the area a sadistic pinch and smack. You gasp, curling your toes at the sharp, throbbing feeling left behind.

The sound of his belt coming undone fills your ears. Your pulse accelerates, an uncontrollable heat racing to your dripping cunt. "Gods, this is so wrong," you mutter, though it leaves your lips heavy with desire.

In seconds, your panties are pulled down to your knees, and the cold, office air emphasizes your exposure. Instead of retreating like you thought you might, you find yourself arching your back for him, searching for his touch. He lets out a sort of half-moan as you spread your legs further, offering yourself to him without hesitation.

You inhale as you feel pressure against your entrance. He relishes in how your cunt repeatedly tightens in an attempt to pull him deeper— it feels like he teases forever, though in reality you know only a moment has passed. Every adrenaline-laced touch and pulse of his cock tells you he's strung thin as well, and his self-control is running low; that much is made obvious by how he suddenly plunges himself inside you with one, quick thrust.

A shrill gasp rips from your throat, your fingers crinkling the paperwork on his desk as you try to gather yourself from the unexpected movement. He balances by resting his hands on either side of your head, and you can't help but stare at how they strain and twitch with arousal.

He begins to move, each thrust building with intensity. You find yourself covering your mouth, praying that no one overhears the noises you try to stifle— that, and the lewd slapping and squelching of your shameful tryst. You screw your eyes shut, opting to scold yourself, but each thought is promptly overtaken by 'Astarion, Astarion, Astarion—'

Soon, pleasure completely overrides your senses; it's the only thing that matters. You writhe beneath him like a cat in heat, grinding and rutting against him as he uses your body to chase a climax.

He hits a spot that makes you yelp, your mouth involuntarily falling open in ecstasy. "T-there!" You hurry to speak. "Just like that!" A few needy whimpers slip past your guard, but they seem to aid your persuasion as he abides by your pleas.

One hand grabs you by your waist, fingers digging into the flesh beneath your skirt. His breaths become shallower, and a series of short moans are released by your ear. The sounds send a chill down your spine, and you're immediately hit with the realization that you're approaching a second orgasm.

His melody of pleasure becomes more vulnerable by the second, and his thrusts roughen. The added pressure sends you over the edge, your orgasm crashing into you like an icy ocean wave. Your entire figure tenses beneath him, limbs contracting and sprawling as the feeling courses through you from fingertips to toes. It's more intense than the first, leaving you a malleable heap on the desktop.

He follows shortly after by pulling out and finishing into his hand. His quick removal makes your eyes widen for a split second, surprised by the feeling of emptiness he leaves behind.

You both remain in place for a moment, catching your breaths. Slowly, as your senses recalibrate, you become aware of what you've done. You're almost frightened by the person you just were, taken over by lust— at the hands of a man you hardly know, even.

Rising from the desk, you peel a document from the sweat of your flushed face. Turning his way, you watch as he tries to return his disheveled appearance to its original state— brushing the white curls from his forehead and tucking his shirt back into his pants— all the while carrying a weary, post-orgasm expression.

A man you hardly know, but a very handsome one at least.

He meets your eyes, and suddenly he's back to playing professional again. With a smile that reveals more than his workplace persona, he breaks the silence. "Consider your friend well and truly saved, my darling," he says while making sure you look presentable enough to leave. He buttons your shirt for you, then finishes by wiping away an ink stain on your cheek.

His haughty demeanor makes your blood boil, but you hold your tongue. You did what you needed to do— even if a minor detour was involved. No sense in undoing that by getting on his bad side already.

Grabbing your suitcase, you agree to put this past you. Although, as you grip the door handle, he calls out one last time, "Oh, and do let me know if there's ever anything else I can do for you."

#THROWS THIS AT YOU LIKE A GRENADE AND RUNS #some said it would never be done……… BUT HERE IT IS !!!!!!!! no its not a month late what are u talking about #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x female reader #x reader #astarion one shot #one shot

[dreadfutures]

Dead Pasts and Dread Futures

by youworeblue

This is my Dragon Age series following Inquisitor Ixchel Lavellan and her battle to find hope for herself, and hope for Thedas. As the world ends, Ixchel is resurrected under mysterious circumstances and is sent back in time to the Conclave. Ixchel is furious, convinced of her own futility, and yet she cannot give up again. These are the stories of how she gets better.

More info here and on AO3.

Below the cut: the symbolism, and the cover on my Kindle, and in the Archivist bot.

Symbolism:

I previously made some "tarot" cards for Ixchel. In them I feature a motif of eyes/eye shaped leaves, and the number 7. These represent the Old Gods/Evanuris that threaten Thedas.

Kindle e-book Cover:

The cempasúchil are Ixchel's Ardent Blossom later in the fic. They have layers and layers of meaning for her and her story, beyond her being Mexican. In my headcanons, an ancient tradition passed down from Elvhenan, a noble would give their Champion a crown of flowers, an “ardent blossom” of their own, to honor the promise and dedication their Champion gives to them. In Elvhenan, marigolds play a big role in bonding ceremonies of all kinds, symbolizing a promise that will last through an end–whether that end be the end of a corporeal form through death, or through voluntary uthenera, or some other pre-agreed upon ending of a partnership.

Gingko leaves (bottom orb) come to symbolize hope in the story, and remembrance. She teaches Solas and those around her how to take lessons from the past to build a better future, with the world they're given; in turn, her companions give her the strength to survive anything and to see that future come to pass.

I made this specifically to be a cover on my Kindle, where I've started downloading fics! I used calibre and this tutorial (view on desktop) to edit the metadata for the epub and add the cover to my Kindle. It's a little hard to see in the picture but the values turned out really well and legible IMO!

Archivist Bot Embeds:

Also, the Archivist discord bot automatically sweeps the first chapter of your fic and uses any art in it as a thumbnail for its informational embed when you post an AO3 link. Immensely satisfying :)

#dragon age fanfic #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age fanart #lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #dragon age oc #my art #solas #solavellan #dread wolf #i'm so proud of this! #i've really upgraded and leveled up my art so much in the last year

[dollwrites]

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 — 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!secretary!reader, phone sex ( kind of ), mentions of nonconsensual filming during sex, this fic is FULL of dubcon, masturbation ( him ), orgasm control, cumming without being touched, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

your phone was vibrating in your clutch again. you try your best to force yourself to ignore it, and instead focus on the way your date smiled at you. he was so kind, and you were already feeling guilty for so many interruptions.

“Quite a diligent worker, aren’t you?” he felt awkward, you knew that by how he avoided your eyes, and instead looked at your buzzing bag on the tabletop beside a hardly touched glass of champagne. “Or, is it just a pain in the ass boss?”

you force a giggle, placing a hand over the clutch. “Pain in the ass boss.” you knew it was figurative, but you were also thinking about how much literal pain Ainosuke Shindo has put you through thus far. a single typo in an email could leave you stumbling out of his office with the stinging imprint of his massive palm on your tender ass, and had many times.

thinking about his hands now, you felt a warmth rise in your cheeks. you couldn’t imagine those long, cruel fingers without remembering how they felt teasing your gag reflex when he shoved them down your throat as he bent you over his desk. how they pinched and prodded at your most sensitive regions, and how they cut through the air to strike your cheek when you talked back to him. he could be so damned strict, especially with you.

and that’s why, in this moment, you knew you had to answer yet another call. “Two minutes, tops.” you promise your date, who looks a bit disappointed.

“Again?”

“Sorry…”

“Not your fault,” he huffs, “it’s just… it’s eight PM on Saturday night. Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, just turn the thing off?” you frown, fingers tapping on the bag as you pull it closer. “Whatever he needs can wait until Monday when you’re back in the office.” he rests his hand over top of yours, trying to convince you with a gentle stroke of his thumb against your knuckles. however, you knew Ainosuke Shindo. he’d be monstrous if you ignored his calls.

“It’s not that kind of job.” you reply, and excuse yourself, pulling both your hand and the vibrating clutch from under his, and you hold it close to your chest. “I’ll be quick, two more minutes and then I’m yours.”

your date sighs, but nods, leaning back and tracing the rim of his glass with his finger, boredly. “Two minutes,” he repeats. “Hurry back.”

you felt like a real dirtbag as you saw his expression deaden, but you turn and hurry to the ladies’ room, unzipping the bag and ripping your phone from it.

fuck Ainosuke.

your ire was hot by the time you hit the green button on your screen, and inhale to let him have it. consequences be damned, you were pissed that he had ruined your night.

“This is extremely inappropriate, Mr. Shindo—“

“Do you remember the sound you made when I first slipped my cock into you?”

all that nerve melted as your eyes widened, staring at yourself in the mirror. “H— huh—“

“I’ve been recalling it,” he answers, simply, “watching the first time I fucked you again tonight.” you knew he kept videos, the man had— on many occasion— whipped out his phone while you slobbered and struggled to suck him, and pulled your hair back so you were forced to stare up into the lens. he’d instructed you to ‘smile for the camera’ when you were trembling and leaking cum on his desk, fucked out of your mind. and you had no doubt in your mind that his office was infested with cameras that you didn’t know about. “Can you hear it?”

you could.

beyond his voice, you could hear the muffled whimpering. he was watching you on what you assumed to be his desktop, and you were mewling and begging him to be gentle because he was big and you were nervous. you could hear the ferocious slap of his skin against yours, and the way he grunted to punctuate the pounding. it was so loud, you worried that the other women milling around the sinks where you stood would hear, and you clasped the phone tighter, shying away in hopes to muffle it. “Y—yes sir…”

“You were so shrill,” he murmurs, and you can hear the subtle slur in his words as if he were biting down on his lip and attempting to talk at the same time, “every time I shoved another inch inside, you only screamed louder. But you were so wet, you were dribbling pussy juice down your thighs.”

“Mr. Shindo…” your voice trails off to a soft murmur, and you clench your thighs together. you didn’t want to hear this. it was bad enough that you had to remember how gracious your body had been to be violated by your boss for the first time.

“Drooling all over my desk, making a mess of yourself. I’m watching you right now, and I can count the thoughts disintegrating as I fuck them out of your little airhead, those hopeful eyes of yours going glassy and fuckdrunk.” Ainosuke moans, and you can hear the rustle of his suit— he must be palming his crotch with his free hand. “My cock is hard.”

the pooling in your gut intensifies with his confession, your sex throbbing as she wakes, and you tuck your knees together to keep them from buckling. “I— I— I have to go, I’m not— I’m out—“

“Is your pussy not wet?”

it was.

you sealed your lips, lest the question coax a moan from them.

“It is, isn’t it? What’s wrong, are you ruining your little panties thinking about me? You can hear yourself getting ruined, and you just know I’ve got my big cock in my hand, and you can’t help yourself, your thighs are getting sticky, hm? Your guts are all bunched up?”

you shift on your heels, glancing as the final woman leaves the restroom, and you’re finally alone, before you breathe out a weak, “Yes, sir.”

“Those knees getting shaky? Hm?”

“Y—yes, sir…”

“Soft, little clit swelling, begging to be played with.”

it was as if he were making it so, and you lean against the metal hand dryer and tilt your head back against the wall, allowing your eyes to close. you didn’t want to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and see what you were doing— getting off with your boss while your date waited for your return. but your date was long forgotten as your free hand grasps haplessly at your core through your dress. “Y—yes—“ it’s breathy, when your fingers swim against the soft fabric to press hard to your button.

“Don’t touch, just listen.”

blinking, your hand stops moving, fingers grasping your skirt instead, and you bite down hard on your bottom lip. you could hear him spit, you assume into his own hand, because moments after, the slick smacking started. quick paced, in tandem with your squealing emanating from the speakers on his end. he was jacking off to the same rhythm he fucked you. “This is your fault,” he groaned, and you slithered haplessly against the wall. his voice was so husky, so leveled with lust oozing into your ear, “You should be here, right now. On your knees, worshiping this fucking cock.”

you hated that you wanted to be.

“I want your little pussy to throb, to clench on air, while you listen to me fuck my hand. I want you to wish you could play with your needy cunt because the sound of me moaning for you is driving you insane.”

“F—fuck,” you utter, soft, as your rub your thighs together, “M—Mr. Shindo… p—please…”

“Please what?”

“Can I— can I— touch…”

what were you saying? you most certainly should not have been as desperate as you were to fondle yourself, but he was right. the culprit was the sounds he made. the ragged breathing, and the mewling, expertly paired with your digital twin screaming that he was breaking you, had your eyes rolling back behind your lids. your head smeared against the wall, your core clamped down on nothing. you wanted to strum your cunt, you wanted to cum.

“Not even with your pinky finger.” he answered, blunt and definitive. you stifle a frustrated whimper when his pace picked up. he was stroking fast, the side of his fist kissing his base with loud, sickening slaps. “Suffer.”

“Suffer for doing this to me.”

you whined, gripping the phone tighter.

“Suffer for making me so fucking hard and expecting me to handle it myself.”

Ainosuke was growling through clenched teeth now, and you knew he was close. just knowledge that he was on the brink intensified the bubbling in your lower belly, and your hips buck forward, humping the air, desperate to grind on something— anything would do, but his lap was ideal.

“Suffer for acting like such a slut. Whimpering and needy on the phone with your boss while that poor bastard sits out there and waits. Your entree’s ice cold, your zero thinks you ditched him,and you’re begging me to let you fingerfuck yourself.”

he knew where you were?

that shouldn’t have been surprising, but you were still taken aback.

so, was this all calculated? a scheme hatched in order to ruin the first date you’d been able to go on since starting work as his secretary?

“P—please, Mr. Shindo!”

“Shut up, I’m cumming.” he barks, and you clamp your tiers together, eager to hear the sounds of him unraveling. the rapid-fire jerking, the hitched breath, and the loud moans seal your fate, and you tremble, too. hips rocking with nothing there to intensify the orgasm he’d built on words alone, you release a strangled moan and stomp your feet, melting halfway down the wall as you give into the partial climax.

“Are you still with me?”

it must’ve been moments after, because Ainosuke’s voice was mostly level, and your breathing was slowly but surely going back to normal.

“That little orgasm didn’t turn your brain off yet, did it?”

“I—I’m here…”

“Good enough,” he purred, “there’s a car waiting outside for you.”

you blink, trying to focus on his words and gather your bearings. “To take me home?”

Ainosuke chuckles, and it’s a wicked, unnerving laugh. “Absolutely not. I came all over my hand, and you’re going to get your little ass to the office so you can clean the mess you had me make. I want you suck it off of my fingers and my cock when you get here.”

you were already nodding, stumbling to push the door to the restroom open, and when you do, your date is standing there. he takes one look at you— your eyes slightly hazy and your balance not quite right, and you wonder if he can smell your arousal through your soaked panties. he opens his mouth to speak, eyebrows furrowed in concern, but you blurt out before he can.

“I have to go.” thighs shaking just behind the fluttering of your skirt as you careen around him, you add, “My boss called me into the office.”

#ainosuke shindo #sk8 ainosuke #Ainosuke Shindo x reader #Ainosuke Shindo x you #ainosuke shindo smut #adam x reader #adam x you #adam smut #adam sk8 #sk8 #sk8 x reader #sk8 x you #sk8 smut #sk8: the infinity

[bitchlessdino]

repeat rebound Ch.3 repeating nights like this

Chapter list

Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung (ft.jeonghan sex)

Genre: Crack, smut

word count: 6k

tags: ft. other members (jeonghan, vernon, and mingyu), weddings, coffee meet-cutes, morning sex, cigarettes, alcohol, little sugar baby!reader, wedding planner!soonyoung, fingering, oral (receiving), degradation, praise kink, spanking, spitting, cum swaping

Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again.

author note: so i had a lot of fun writing this with no plan of how it was gonna go, but i am so satisfied with how this turned out. RR is like a social experiment at this point. REPOSTING DUE TO PREVIOUS ERROR. and pls read on desktop and not the app, its being weird rn.

tag list @nikkell @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @i-dont-give-a-fok @darthlunaa

The coupon was created the first time you ever broke up with Chan, which of course Jeonghan had to have been there for too. You were obsessed with your boyfriend at the time, when weren’t you, so you were devastated. You were bawling out your eyes, questioning the world how he could do this to you. All the young, sad, hopeless romantic stuff. This prompted Jeonghan the opportunity to propose ‘the coupon’.

It entails one night of meaningless sex, no questions, with both consenting parties and no further discussion about the sex after. It was like it had never happened. Both you and Jeonghan had this coupon, an invisible one, promised by the sincerity of word, and with no expiration. You never expected that you would actually use it and knew Jeonghan had enough respect for you that he wouldn’t use his. As it turns out, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Married, huh? He was too hot to be drinking alone.”

His cigarette smoke clogs the room’s air and wafts into your nose. You exhale it out, burying your naked body into the sheets. That one was one of the few things you never did like about him. He enjoyed a bit of tobacco once in a while, especially after sex, so you heard, and it just wasn’t something you could overlook in a partner. You dismissed Jeonghan as an option for a romantic partner long ago.

Digressing, that wasn’t the point. Jeonghan wasn't the issue, you were and your shit love and sex life. It had become so shit, you were fucking your best friend of all people to…relieve it. It had become codependency at some point: you and sex.

“I feel so stupid. What is wrong with me?”

Jeonghan digs the remains in his personal ashtray, and lays his head against the palms behind his head, turning to your side in concern. “Nothing is wrong with you, there’s never been anything wrong with you. You know that.”

You scoff back dubiously at him, “Yeah, do I? Can you just open up a window, please?”

He rolls his eyes and obliges, sliding out of bed, and exposing what he had, or lack thereof, underneath. His lean back side faces you as the duvet drops from his limbs, his fair and flawless skin that looked tempting and smooth to the touch, almost too perfect to mark. You shield your eyes away as if you hadn’t already seen all of it, all of him, all of last night. 

“With clothes please.”

He chuckles as if he knows what you’re thinking. “It’ll be quick.”

You knew this would be someone he’d have to hold against you, hence why you wouldn’t even dream of doing this in the first place, but arousal speaks louder than words. Nothing had been going right for you that night and the last thing you wanted was for you to get someone in a goddamn relationship involved. It was time to cut your losses.

He cracks open the window, nothing big, just enough that smoke can pass through, but not enough to give a view. Eyes still resisting his presence, you feel him join you back in bed, gazing back at you, and it was nice. “Want to go another round?”

You give him a knowing grin, “Coupon only entails one night.”

“Says who?” He retorts back with a cheeky smile.

“Said you when you made it up. It’s morning right now. I’m sure you understand the concept of time.”

He draws himself a little closer to you, the intimacy he offers all too enticing to reject. “I can make an exception. Sounds like you need it. A little TLC.”

He pairs your hips together, flaccid cock now twitching against your thigh. His lips push pressure against yours, hand running over your shape, a low satisfied hum leaving his lips. A soft moan escapes you as you kiss him back, and you get a light sensation in your body that makes you feel weightless, everything is where you needed it to be. Somehow, Jeonghan sensed that. “You look even pretty like this…how do you do that?”

“What, like with bed head and dehydrated skin?” You chuckle against his lips.

“Yeah, even then,” he whispers with a smile.

He throws you in his lap, and a girlish squeal emits on your end. Lips attach to one another once again, and you find yourself indulging more of his time. You ride his body, his length’s warmth plunged in your core, unmoving, but pleasurable even without. He let you use him, easing your tension instead of building it up, touching you, and offering you nothing but bliss. It was sweet, Jeonghan always was. 

“Oh, Jeonghan…”

And he was the best friend you could ask for.

“You feel so good,” you giggle helplessly, cupping his cheeks.

Your hips move fluidly, melting into each other like the richest butter. His hands cradle your breasts, massaging them like warm dough meant to be carefully kneaded. There was something comforting, something reassuring, that you couldn’t help but appreciate. It gave you a certain high, a somewhat calming one that blurs your sense, it was a high in your body that could only do good.

Was it mind-numbing sex? No, but it was what you needed. 

He then slides down his hands to cup your ass, working his knuckles in your flesh, squeezing their pillowy surface. Your moans, as surprising as it sounds, come out so naturally. You repeat his name like a mantra, all while Jeonghan’s head throws back into his pillows, grunting, whining, doing whatever he was doing because whatever it was, it didn’t matter. You liked hearing his voice, new yet familiar, crying out to you, obsessing over you, making you feel desired like you meant something.

“You feel so fucking good…” Even when he was cussing, it was heavenly. Cathartic even.

You had this airy way you laughed you couldn’t help yourself. It blended with the movement of your hips, harboring a climax between your thighs. Jeonghan was gonna remember this and all of last night for a long time. “Yes, yes, mmh, Jeonghan…”

With a permanent smile on his face, he watches you double over as you cum all over his rubber-coated cock and his hands embrace your sweaty backside. He listens to your shaky breath, orgasming ostentatiously loud in his ears. Adrenaline was rushing through his body at the same time his hot cum was rushing out.

He paints the inside of his rubber white, elevating his heart rate. Still smiling, he takes deep breaths, remembering to breathe, “Fuck, I’m gonna need another cig.”

You stopped the session there, after a nice hot shower anyways (Jeonghan coming by to save water), rejecting his offer for breakfast saying you had places to be, but kissed him goodbye and, rather slowly with tobacco and spearmint fresh on his tongue. It all ends at that. Never to be spoken of again. At least you hope.

“Hi.”

You falter in your steps, turning to see another familiar face walking down the stairs to the front lobby, looking like he’s ready for a good day’s work in a nice button-down and slacks. It was a sight to see considering you had only seen it in pictures before, but he really did clean up well. 

“Morning. Sleep well?” You ask in an attempt to make some light conversation.

Soonyoung quietly laughs to himself, noticing how the awkwardness radiates off your body or was there something else that had you absolutely glowing? “I think I slept alright. You?”

“Oh, uh…”

What do you even say? Didn’t get much sleep because I was busy filling up a bodily cavity that has nothing to do with teeth?

“Wait, none of my business,” he laughs off, and that relieves you, “I’ll see you around.”

You nod him goodbye, awkwardly so but as normal as possible, which wasn’t very likely. Nevertheless, it could've gone worst and for that, you were grateful it didn’t. One wrong move last night, you would’ve been a homewrecker, and he didn’t make that any easier for you. Maybe you really did need some time away from sex like Jeonghan first suggested, but were you really one to listen?

The sex was a good distraction from things other than your break up, if anything your break up was a distraction for something else: the failing economy. You were lucky enough to have some money from your previous job, which went nowhere may you add, to pull through for the next few months but you promised yourself that you’d find a new, better job in no time. Easier said than done and what have you been doing? Quite literally, fucking around.

You’re gonna be done with that, for now anyway.

And it was nothing to flush out-of-control sex hormones like an artisanal cup of coffee while you job search on your laptop in a cute little cafe. This was a nice change of pace. And you totally weren’t catching the glances at the cute head barista, whose name you found out to be Vernon by the way.

Okay, no. No, no. Back to it.

You’ve looked on endless worksite pages and have already applied to a few electronically, but none that screamed to you that it was your calling, not that anything ever did. In the past, you’ve worked jobs to get by and most recently landed one that paid the most out of anyone, but as most companies went, it made its employees drone on to an endless cycle of work-life imbalance. Probably why it took so long to realize your relationship was going to shit.

It was then your phone rang and fate played with you once again while you were in the middle of tittering between the job search and fantasizing about getting fucked in the breakroom by the brown-eyed barista. No doubt, your savior was on the other line ready to pull you away from this horny limbo. “Hey, Gyu. What’s up?”

“I need help from a good, good friend.”

Your nose scrunches at the tone of voice, contorting your lips anxiously. It was warm and inviting, for Mingyu anyway, but in a way, that ulterior motives were clear as day. “Okay, what the fuck, you sound creepy. What is it?”

“Now don’t be…hostile, but—“

“I hate this idea already.”

He lightly laughs on the other line. “I need a date for a Wedding.”

You sigh, already know where this is going. “It better not be the one I’m thinking of.”

“It might be.”

“Kim Mingyu.”

“Okay, Okay,” he answers defensively, “I know it sounds bad, but…I promise I won’t…do much.”

Mingyu was many things and has questionable actions but none without reason. He and his ex had been in an on-and-off relationship and just when they’re in their off stage, she’s off getting married. He couldn’t believe it at first, hell, he couldn’t believe he was getting cheating on at first either. It was the first time he felt helpless in a long time. 

“Are you seriously asking me to be your date for your ex’s wedding? Jinni. That ex. With the guy she cheated on you with. And you want me involved. Why?”

“I’ll pay you.” He bargains curtly.

You admit, hearing that may have intrigued you.

“I don’t want your stupid Scrooge McDuck money.”

“Three grand.”

Fuck. 

You resist, digging into the flesh of your thigh. “…I don’t want your stupid three grand either.”

“Five grand.”

Man, you hated this guy. “Or your five grand.”

“Seven!”

Your eyes shoot open. “Stop shouting numbers!”

“Fine, Eight.”

You cup your phone’s speaker, worried as if some bystander can hear, “Shut up already, fine. I’ll help you…And send the 8k to my bank. You know which one. I’ll be there soon.”

You quickly hang up and shut your laptop close. You exhale a breath of relief, knowing you’d be able to pay off your expenses for a good few extra months and maybe get a nice dinner out of this too, hoping this doesn’t become a habit. You throw your things into your bag and toss the empty coffee cup in the trash, grabbing the attention of Vernon, the barista, hurrying from behind the counter.

“Wait!” He stops you before you can leave, fiddling with something in his fingers.

“Yes?” You answer curiously.

An awkward smile cracks on his face, and you notice how he’s even more pretty up close when he can meet your eyes. “Did you happen to read what’s on the cup?”

You were confused by his question. “You mean my order?”

“Oh, no. Um. I left my number.” He confesses.

“Oh. I'm sorry, I actually didn’t see that.”

“It’s okay! Um, here actually.” He hands you the cafe's business card with a few holes already punched out and a hastily written number on the side, “Buy 5 more drinks and get two for free. One for you and one for me when you call the number on it.”

Okay, that was admittedly cute.

You bashfully laugh, accepting the card, “I’ll think about it. Thank you.” 

You see him wave you bye when you leave and watch you walk out of sight so he can finally head back to his station. You look a little closer at the business card, endeared by the little cat drawing he drew next to his number, before stuffing it into the depths of your tote bag. “I hope that guy gets the meet-cute person he’s looking for. Sadly, it won’t be with me.”

The road to Mingyu’s place was strenuous as ever and you stand amongst architecturally beautiful steps leading you to his staff greeting you as you walk past them, smiling pristinely as they always have. It was haunting, almost. You’ve come by enough to familiarize yourself with the trail to his bedroom, finding him surprising you with an array of formal dresses he already had ready for you. Always like him to want to play dress up when he calls you out for these kinds of favors. You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing one arm over the other. 

“There’s no way you could’ve predicted I’d say yes.”

He struts over you in unadulterated confidence, peering at you with raised brows and an amused smile. “Of course, I did. You’ve always said yes to me.”

Rolling your eyes, you follow him by the hand to join him by the clothing racks, seeing him already sorting through the variety. “Yeah, well, you always somehow know I’m in desperate need of money. Lucky you.”

He turns to you, a condescending pout on his lip, “Don’t worry about a thing. Daddy’s got you.”

“You call yourself that one more time, I’ll make sure you won't get to be a father any time soon.”

You met Mingyu through Jeonghan, and it didn’t take long to realize you and he was on complete opposite sides of the class spectrum. He came from polo practices and ate from the finest silverware, while you got by day by day, living off your resources (here came Mingyu). Jeonghan knew a lot of different kinds of people and you wonder how he could ever keep up. Especially this Mingyu.

This guy reeked of charm and money. He was chiseled like a young god and living up to his status and name, he got almost anything he wanted. He could have people falling at his feet if he tried, which you were sure some already had. You were almost convinced once. Almost. In fact, you’re the real exception. You saw through that obnoxiously perfect ruse. You saw an overly confident man that needed someone to humble him, so you became his friend. Maybe his only friend that tolerates more than what his money offers.

“One ass squeeze.”

“No.”

The tall man nudges your side, walking arm in arm, “It’ll make it more believable.”

You nudge him back twice as hard, hard enough to bruise, “2 kisses, and you can put your arm on my shoulders at any point of the night. I find that more than reasonable.”

He gave you a deadpan look before drawing his lips to your ear. “All that and one kiss with tongue.”

“Over your dead body.” You respond, gritting your teeth.

He snickers, tightening his grip. “Didn’t know you were into that—Hey gang!” He did not just—“This is my girlfriend, isn’t she pretty?”

You display a firm grin, playing along his sick facade, “Gyu, stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

Eight thousand dollars. Tonight you cost eight thousand dollars, so you were going to act that way. You sway in the finest silk and stood by Mingu every hour of that night, painfully grinning from ear to ear, playing up the role of his girlfriendly flawlessly just enough to get the stink eye from the bride herself. You pretended to feed each other, and called each other disgusting pet names, all while trying not to visibly cringe from the over-the-top cosplay.

“It’s only been a short while but, we just get each other. Like I’ve known her for thousands of lifetimes. We’re just perfect together, aren’t we, Pookie?”

“Mmh, hmm.”

He kisses your cheek chastely, hand gorilla gripping your hip, and you knock him back to his senses with your side, catching him before he falls. “You make me so happy, doll face.”

‘Kill me’, you thought to yourself.

Somewhere in the midst past the wedding food you could never buy yourself or the name-brand wedding favors that you may have swiped more than one of, a man in an earpiece can’t seem to take his eyes off you like he isn’t even trying. You take a peek at the man unable to tear his eyes away and recognized him instantly, even in a foreign get-up.

His hair was styled better than it was the last you saw him and sporting a suit that fits not only him delectably but the theme to a tee. Once again, you can’t seem to escape the grasp of ‘to be determined last name’ Soonyoung. He meets your eyes, looking as if he’s wanting to undress and devour you in your very seat, and you can’t help but squirm under his gaze. You cross one leg over the other, clenching your warmth, and greet him politely with your eyes from your designated spot until he’s walking over and joining you.

He stands before you tall and daunting, unlike the warm smile on his face, “Y/n? I thought that was you.” 

His presence urges you out of your seat in a flash, smoothing out the wrinkles of your dress, “Soonyoung. I’m just as surprised as you are. Didn’t think you’d be planning this wedding too.”

“Well, the Chois wanted the best,” he chuckles with pride, “You look…incredible by the way.”

You could feel your body flush at the single compliment, or maybe it’s the eyes that can’t help but draw you in so effortlessly.

“She should, she’s with me tonight, ” Mingyu stands from his seat with his hand out, staring down at him, “Kim Mingyu. And I have it, you're Kwon Soonyoung? Quite the event you helped plan.”

Soonyoung shrugs, making himself to come off as humble, but fails while doing so. He glances your date's open hand and soon takes it in his, sharing a firm handshake. “All ideas of the bride and groom, I assure. I’m just doing the heavy lifting, Nice to meet you, Mingyu.” 

Their eyes locked in with each other, having some sort of emasculating stare-down, pointlessly battling for dominance, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You ended it quickly by making your presence known, tugging Mingyu’s arm to keep up the ruse and serving Soonyoung an innocent smile. “It was nice seeing you, Soonyoung.”

He lets Mingyu go, sticking the hand in his pocket and reciprocating your kind approach. “You too, Y/n. Hope the next time is sooner than I hope and with less of a crowd.”

Soonyoung takes his leave, tending to his duties as the wedding planner, leaving you and Mingyu alone with more than enough questions from your curious date.

“What the fuck was that,” Mingyu pesters with an excited gasp.

“Shut up, nothing.”

MIngyu was doubtful. “He was literally eye fucking you when I’m right here. Pookie, you sex fiend.”

“Shut the hell up” you harshly whisper, “We had one night, I’d hardly call that fiendish behavior.”

“After all this, I want deets. When, where, and how long and thick?”

You pinch the flesh of his thigh, seeing him wince the tighter you squeeze, “I am not painting you a full picture, you pervert.”

Mingyu made a point to bother you about it every time eyes weren’t on you, poking fun about ‘how much fun you must’ve had,’ or asking how ‘long he lasted,’ earning a kick under the table every time. Otherwise, you acted like the perfect little girlfriend , sticking to Mingyu’s side like a fly in a sticky trap, drawing attention from more than the jealous bride.

Soonyoung kept a steady eye on your every move, noticing what you ate, didn’t eat, laughed for how long, or how close you pressed up against Mingyu’s shoulder. You were his for a night and some change but could not stand the way you touched the guy. Your body and face exuded class that this guy could never compare. He could have you writhing under his tongue, crying under his lips, screaming at the occupancy of his cock, but you couldn’t. You were here with ‘what’s his face’ instead of cumming to the sound of his voice. He couldn’t have that. He wasn’t going to.

In the company of others, you tried ignoring the fact that Soonyoung was mere meters away, testing your patience, but he had already plagued your thoughts. You knew better than to stray from your mission tonight, eight thousand dollars were on the line. To the best of your ability, you placed your attention on Mingyu. That was until an unknown caller pops up on your phone screen while it vibrated. By pure instinct, you look up to find the very man you were trying to avoid from across the room, gesturing you to pick it up while his own was held up to his ear.

You smile sheepishly at Mingyu’s friends, excusing yourself from the table and taking the call privately as you walk away. Mingyu questions you for a moment but lets you see how much in a hurry you were, and smiles to himself. Once you were alone, you eyes shift form the floor to Soonyoung, proceeding the conversation like a paper cup telephone. “How’d you get my number?”

“I asked Jeonghan.”

“And he just gave it to you?” You ask, arching a brow in interest.

“He said no.” You snort at that. “So I looked through his Instagram, searched for your name, and voila, found your profile. Not safe for you to have your contact on public, may I say.”

You let out an amused hum, watching him walk your same pace in a pathless direction. “Wow, stalker much?”

“I figured since you came to my place unannounced, pretending to not know who I am, I’d consider us even,” he voices, laughing.

“Okay, okay. So why’d you call if you’re standing like 20 feet away from me?”

You stand parallel away from each other smiling, hearing his soft chuckles under his breath.

“Just wanted to say…you look really, really good tonight.”

You roll your eyes, “You already said that.”

“Thought it might come off more sincere if I told you more personally.”

You bite your lip, playing with the pocket of your dress with your free hand. “Well, thank you.”

“I’d really like to take…a closer look…maybe relive that night we first met…” he draws out that final statement suggestively, a familiar glint in his eye that you remember having you on your knees for him in an empty stairwell.

“Do you?” You can’t help but entertain.

“I bet I could make you cum harder now than I did that night.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull from that, cupping your phone speaker and look around to make sure no one else had heard that. You stare back at him in shock, and quite frankly, arousal, “Soonyoung, oh my god. You have a girlfriend.”

His eyes look off into the distance for a moment before training back on you. “We…ended things. Probably for good.”

The relief enters your body so quickly you forget to breathe and you clutch your phone to your ear, staring back at him more intently. “...So you’re just, what, booty calling me? In the middle of work?”

“Would that be so wrong? Your date isn’t exactly…entertaining you. Let me entertain you. That is in my job description.”

“I doubt means fucking your guests,” you playfully argue, “Even if I said yes, where would we even do that?”

He arches a brow, confidence splays on his face, “You think a wedding planner wouldn’t have rented a room in the wedding’s hotel for emergencies?”

You step behind a pillar, finally finding a comfortable level of privacy, “You want me that bad you’ll leave your post just to have sex?”

He laughs behind an identical pillar. You both stand away from the rambunctious guests, focus each other like you were the only two left in the room. He speaks directly into the mic of his phone, and you can hear the sincerity in the way he speaks. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I laid my eyes on you tonight. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”

You sigh, scanning his body from where you stood, licking your lips at how the suit hugs his body perfectly, and despite being drastically the club outfit he once had on, this suit also did wonders to his figure. Soonyoung had an effect on you, no one you were willing to admit, but the word ‘no’ would just not roll off the tongue like it should’ve. “...I can’t do that now, can I?”

It didn’t take long for you to follow him to the empty room he mentioned, nor did he take long to push you up against a wall and crash his lips into yours in a feverish kiss. His hands roam the shape of you, slamming back at your hips belligerently back against the wall. He creeps through the convenient slip of your dress to immediately claim your sopping cunt underneath your drenched panties. You moan at that, feeling his digits draw a full layer of arousal to meet his knuckles and his deep snickers coat your ears. “You’re so fucking wet. I can tell you’ve been thinking about me too.”

His cock was hard against your thigh, fingers hooked up to meet your entrance. Lips against yours, he helps himself to slick through your moisture and eventually finds himself at home inside. Your stomach tenses up in reaction to the sensation as you hold your breath, eyes rolling back to your skull, while your nails dig into his quality dress shirt.

You nod at him with a hazy gaze, choking up at the drought withstanding in your throat, “I have, especially in that suit, made me want to rip it right off of you.”

He smiles at you expectantly, pressing his cheek to yours intimately. A sweet smile creeps on his face in contrast to the words that escape his lips. “Oh, can't even contain yourself the few minutes I’m around. Dirty slut.”

A thumb pressed to your clit, and you shift your legs, pressing your lips together to muffle your moans, “Mmh, couldn’t stop thinking about your cock in my mouth or buried in my pussy…” 

“You should see how much you look like you need me. How fucking desperate you’re sounding. What is it? He can’t make you cum, can he? Can’t make you scream his name like I do?”

He’s thrusting his fingers, the speed gradually picking up, and your fist slams against the wall behind you to his rhythm, your voice rich in lust music to his ears. “Mingyu can’t fuck you like I can…we both know it…so say it. Say how bad you want me.”

You gasp for breath, clenching your core, drowning in a state of euphoria that you haven’t felt since the night you hooked up with Soonyoung last. His brass language differs from his normally kind nature had you enthralled in a way you hadn’t before and it scared you. You knew thoughts of Soonyoung will only ever plague your mind from that moment on and despite knowing it, you can’t imagine telling him otherwise. Instead of denying such a feeling, you let your entrancement speak for you.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “I want to ruin me, I want you to fuck me, no one can fuck me like you or your dick does...”

He can’t help but match your manic grin, pressing a hungry kiss against you, letting go with your bottom lip caught in his teeth. His fingers pull away from your heat, settingly against your tongue before your lips wrap around it, tasting the nectar you bare. “You’re just the perfect little cock holder, aren’t you? Bed, face down, now.”

He pushes against the mattress, bitting the metal of the dress's zipper before pulling down and revealing your backside. He takes the same path up with his tongue, a long stripe licked up your spine before his lips land on your ear. His hands pick up your dress straps and pull them off your shoulders, slipping you out of your dress before kicking it aside. Your legs hang off the mattress like a limp rag doll and Soonyoung makes sure your ass presses against his crotch, boner poking through his slacks.

His hips rub into you assertively, hands kneading your breasts, tweaking your nipples, while his belt’s cold metal digs into your skin. You whine at that, pushing your back into him, feeling his hot chuckles make the hairs on your neck stand.

“Don’t make me have to handle you. I don’t fuck with brats, remember?”

He’s rough pulling down your panties, instinctively finding the oozing entrance made his fingers fit like a puzzle. The Palm of his hand slaps against your bare cheeks as he rams his fingers, just as intoxicatingly so moments ago. You bite down your moans in the duvet, perking your ass higher, and before you have time to process it, he buries his face in your divide. His tongue divulges between your cheeks and softly giggles in your warmth, fingers playing with your wet folds and clit that just makes your toes curl.

“Soonyoung!” You helplessly yelp and your weak form sinks into the sheets in a hot sweat, recognizing a development that you had yet realize until now.

His hand claps against your cheeks, muscle lost in your taste, stranded and victim to cum threatening to seep out your body. You writhe beneath, only encouraging him more, as your voice aches in torment and your thighs pressed against his face in utter submission. Tears swell up in your eyes the faster he thrusts, the deep he thrust, defiling you completely. That was when Soonyoung learn how much louder you could be when you submit to him completely. It was like he had you screaming bloody murder. That made him swell up in pride.

“Fuck…me, Soonyoung…” You hold a hand to your abdomen, throwing your voice ou to bounce off the ways, jerking your posterior back onto Soonyoung’s mouth and covering his tongue, the taste in his mouth shifting in a millisecond, but not any less scrumptious.

He licks up the last bit, sucking the remaining off his fingers, and flips you on your back. He towers over you, perspiration built up on his forehead, neck, and even leaking through his shirt. Not an ounce of remorse on his face, he takes his used fingers to pry your mouth open, dropping a long translucent trail of salvia and cum on the center of your tongue. He reconnects with your lips, feeling the vicious liquid stain his cheeks, and flavoring you mouth before he whispers, “swallow,” against your lips. You listen and do as you’re told, earning his praise immediately after.

“Good girl,” he compliments, kissing you more, this time tenderly and forgiving, only to pull away to pick up his jacket off the ground, fixing himself in the mirror.

You blink at him in confusion, still exhausted and drained, you start to sit up from the bed, watching him toss the outerwear back on his body, “W-what are you doing? Your clothes are still on.”

Soonyoung scoffs all smug, looking at you through the mirror’s reflection, “You can't honestly believe me I’d get myself hot and sweaty in the middle of my work.”

“But—“

“But nothing,” he retorts, “I’m going back to the wedding, finishing my job, and you are going back to your date.”

You lay in disbelief, glaring at the man that dragged you into the first place, “You aren’t seriously leaving me here. You didn’t even—you brought me here, finish what you started.”

“I will…after work.” He picks up your abandoned dress on the ground to you, shielding your naked body. “Clean up, regroup with Mingyu, and hands to yourself. It'll be midnight before you know it.”

“Midnight?” You agitatedly repeat.

“You’ll wait, you’re a good girl, I know you can. You have my number and my address. See you soon.”

Now Soonyoung was the one to leave you baffled, naked, and questioning your life choices. Was this how he felt when you left him that morning after?

There wasn’t much to do now but move back on with the plan. You fixed yourself in the bathroom of the rented room and tried containing yourself despite your previous events. Mingyu had been blowing your phone the moment you were out of his sight and had quickly dragged you to his side the moment you reunited.

“Where the hell have you been?” he said in a panic, figuring you probably had your fun, but soon realize that meant his reputation was in jeopardy.

“Time got away from me, sorry.”

“Well, snap out of it. We have a show to put on.”

By the time you got back, you were visibly distracted, not on your ‘A game’ for the appearances you were trying to keep up. Mingyu made sure to up the ante to not raise suspicion, quietly reminding you whose attention you were supposed to be on tonight. Gradually, you realigned yourself to the situation, your acting skills improving as time passed, but not without the Soonyong burning a hole into your ploy you had with your fake boyfriend. The very thought gnawed at your brain knowing he was watching, it even settled in your mind that he was no doubt jealous. That had planted a dirty thought in your head, one that you could never come back from depending on the outcome.

Your body moves faster than your head when you claim Mingyu’s face in your hands. In a swift cinematic move, you pull his face against yours and meet his lips, languidly moving them for show. You feel his eyes flutter shut as he reciprocates, now following after as your lips part ways to clash with his tongue in an obvious fashion, and you explore his mouth to taste tonight’s dinner and sparkling champagne. You take your time to savor the moment before pulling away from your date, eyes center on the man directly behind Mingyu an ocean away, clenching a notepad sheet in his fist.

Mingyu can’t help but flush in pleasant surprise, softly holding your wrists to gently set your hands against your lap, “What was that for?”

It was your turn to look smug and you meet Soonyoung’s eyes in a knowing smile before answering. “Just something that will get me in trouble later.”

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The Final Mutant Companion Roll Call

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MAN this was a journey. And it's still going! I'm constantly making new sprites and animations for each mutant and compiling them. You can see them here:

I am also constantly updating a doc that has all their available information may that be personality, in-game abilities, or attack animations!

(Wish I knew how to update the preview on that cuz it's ugly... Promise the doc isn't tho! It's not ugly on desktop, at least lol)

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[valeskawhore]

“Patients; 07 and 08.”

Written and edited by: @valeskawhore

Word(s): 3.k

Characters/parings: Jerome Valeska x Female! Psychiatrist reader! X Jeremiah Valeska

PART 1

Warning(s): profanity, brothers being creepy, mentions of murder, obsession, yandere tendencies.

Summary: Jeremiah and Jerome landed themselves in Arkham, together. A special grade psychiatrist gets assigned to both of them but either of them know about it at first. The brothers end up falling deeply in love (In obsession) with the psychiatrist reader. They feel a connection with her, alive almost. but what happens when they find out about each other? More importantly, when y/n suddenly gets transferred to a new facility somewhere on the mainland AWAY from Gotham?

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“So Jerome,” I leaned forward over my desk, rolling the pen between the pads of my finger tips.. “How did you feel when Jeremiah fed your mother all those lies?” I asked calmly.

His face contracted into a murderous glare. He shifted in his seat, arms bound by the straight jacket he was wearing. “Well, ya see doc,” He grumbled,

“I wanted to kill the little four-eyed bitch.”

My words choked in my throat and halted to a stop by the look on his face. So serious, the most serious I had ever seen Jerome.

I cleared my throat, taking a breath. “I see,” I nodded slightly, giving a small smile.

I picked up my notepad and began to update everything from our session. Jerome watched me with disappointed eyes. He sighed, “Is it that time already? ”

Jerome always seemed to hate whenever our sessions would come to an end, he enjoyed them so much. Finally getting time alone, and actually having a decent conversation with someone who hasn't eaten, stabbed, or killed someone else.

He felt normal, accepted.

“Yes Jerome. Unfortunately, our time has come to an end.” You frowned, flipping your notepad closed and setting it back on your desk. He was such a different person behind closed doors, they both were, It was such a shame that they grew up with the life-style they did.

“Of course it is.” He sighed, sitting up in his seat, “Everytime we get to the good part too.”

“Well if this subject is something you want to put a pin in, we can definitely pick it back up during tomorrow's session?” you offered, “Really?” He popped up, a hopeful glint swirled in his eyes.

“Yes, of course, Jerome,” I smiled, discreetly reaching down to hit the button under my desktop. “We will pick this back up tomorrow.”

Within seconds, correctional officers swarmed the area and carried Jerome out by his straight jacket. He didn’t fight them, instead he looked behind him and gave you a small wink, flashing a cut smile. He was very much looking forward to tomorrow.

Once Jerome was out of the room, I sighed, stamping my documents and pulling them into a stack. I picked myself up from my desk and exited the room, grabbing my keycard and ID on the way out.

My heels clicking against the cemented tiled floor echoed through the building as I walked. Finally coming close to reaching my destination at the front office, I took a sharp turn left, bumping into a fragile figure. They barely caught themselves from the contact, almost falling over as well. The Files slipped out of my hands. They burst open on the ground everywhere, papers flying, and documents torn.

I apologize over a thousand times, not even taking a look at the figure in front of me. I hadn’t realized who they were until I heard a familiar gasp and saw blurs of black and white of a prisoner's uniform bending down to help me as much as they could.“I-im so sorry- Miss y/n! I-i-i- didn't mean it! I promised.” Oswald sputtered, his hands frantically picking up as much paper as he possibly could. Not even caring what folder he shoved it into, he was trying to help anyways.

Once we had them all back safely in my grasp, Oswald apologized again. The officers who were apparently escorting him to the cafeteria, shoved him forwards, mumbling out curses. I frowned at this, but quickly covered up to give him one last wave before being forced forwards.

Yes. I understand these are criminal masterminds who probably deserved to be executed instead of thrown in Arkham, but for the ones who are actually making an effort to put behind all their differences, officers could at least be more considerate.

As a special class psychiatrist like myself, it is my job to help open up a person mentally and It is my job to help someone work through their trauma. Some people genuinely cannot help what they’ve become, for some folks, it’s really not their fault.

I can’t stand close-minded people, they have no place in this world.

I sighed, adjusting my glasses up the bridge of my nose and turning back on my heel.

I needed to get these papers signed so I could continue with my next patient.

—----

“Miss Y/n,” My radio buzzed, I shifted in my seat, reaching for the device and putting it close to my lips. “Speaking.” I answered. “Jeremiah is here to see you ma’am, he’s ready.”

“Yes, of course,” I smiled. “Send him in.”

Jeremiah smirked at me, entering the room with grace. He directed his way towards one of the love seats, his arms bound to the straight jacket just like his brothers were, I waved the guards off.

“Coffee?” I gestured to the steaming mug sitting next to his loveseat on the small glass table. I always left a mug there for him. He appreciated the caffeine since- well, he couldn't get any here. “Of course,” He smiled, “Would you be so kind as to..?” He gestured to his straight jacket.

“Yes.” I laughed light heartedly, reaching down to my secret drawer and pulling out a ring of keys I definitely was NOT supposed to have. I walked over to Jeremiah and searched for the keys to his jacket on the ring. Once I found it, I unlocked each individual bolt on his jacket.

He shrugged the jacket off with a huff of approval and reached for his coffee, taking a sip with a groan. “Jesus, this is exactly what I needed today.” I arched an eyebrow. He smiled, gesturing to the mug, “Caffeine, it's been a rough morning..”

“Do elaborate Miah, It’s what I'm here for after all.” I leaned back in my chair, my eyes trained on his.

He smiled.

<3333

Should I make a part two? Lemme know in the comments!!!

#gotham #jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #fuck #funny story #gotham oswald #jeremiah valeska x reader #yandere gotham x reader #yandere jerome valeska #funny shit #jeremiah valeska imagine #gotham incorrect quotes

[harukakitous]

team wings being adorable

Yuzuki (Rita) commenting under Masashi (Jeramie) and Aoto's (Yanma) selfie on Instagram:

Yuzuki: Tomorrow you and Ritachi take a photo together~ lol

Aoto: Wai a human paragon~ (I presume he's emulating Rita's imitation of Moffun haha)

The photos in question:

More cute wings things under the cut:

Yuzuki: The third day of Samasute (Summer Station)!

Thank you so much to everyone who came out in the hot weather today! Today I was able to join the N'Kosopa group 💻. It was fun 😚 Finally, the 26th (Wednesday) will be our last appearance! Please enjoy 😉

Aochi and Ritachi 🎧🦋 (referring to the pictures she posted above)

Aoto really likes his hashtags lol

Aoto: #Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger #Samasute #Thank you #We have received so much power in three days #The Judge looks like they had lot of fun

Yuzuki really likes her emojis haha

Yuzuki: 🎧🦋‪

The third day of Samasute! Everyone came out in the hot weather today too! Thank you so much 🥹

I appeared with the N'Kosopa members 💻 Thanks for including me! lol

Finally, the 26th will be out last appearance! Next will be RitaMor, Kaguragi, and Jeramie appearing so I hope you look forward to it 🤗

Aochi and Ritachi took a picture as promised ~ lol

#Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger #King-Ohger #Samasute #Aochi and #Ritachi

(the way they both keep on using aochi and ritachi is killing me...)

Aoto's story (left on mobile, above on desktop): Thank you so much for three days of Samasute!! I was really happy to see everyone's smiles. I'm not kidding really. (Big text): RITACHI

Yuzuki's story (right on mobile, below on desktop): Thank you so much for three days of Samasute! Here are the pictures I promised 😚 lol (Big text) Aochi and Ritachi lol

#kingohger #king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #ohsama sentai king ohger #aoto watanabe #yuzuki hirakawa #super sentai #tokusatsu #toku cast #i spent... an unnecessary amount of time on this post hahaha #they are so adorable that my heart hurts omg #it's the continuous usage of aochi and ritachi for me #this is a self-indulgent post obviously lmao #updated to include yuzuki's insta caption

[samarecharm]

Okay everything under the cut is like, something ive (mostly) already had saved in a draft but was too punkass to post but

TL;DR: Akira forms a palace 12-18 months after the events of the base p5 game and it manifests through the anger (fear) of being left behind/tossed aside once his usefulness of being a leader was up. it is incredibly self indulgent, and it is comprised of a ton of hcs ive never really talked about on this blog so some things may feel a bit ooc, but like on god if i actually made a fucking fic it would make more sense 😭

The timeline of events is: base p5 game ->back home after probation -> [akira] spends the summer and third year alone -> palace develops sometime during the end of third year-> thieves infiltrate and clear palace during the beginning of summer -> boy time :) -> spend rest of summer following the plot of p5s. Once i actually play strikers i think that will be the motivation needed to start writing a draft for this fic.  (also good lord i transferred this from my google docs on mobile to desktop and theres so many words 😭 )

Ive wanted to make an actual ‘Akira has a Palace!au’ but it feels like. Nearly impossible to try and do so while making it seem realistic (read: in-character and not horrifically ooc), so i simply have not put it down on paper. But within the last year its morphed into something im Okay with and happy to daydream about :)

it hinges on existing hcs i already have for him. The ability to have a palace is dictated by a noticeable degradation in his personality; post game (ignoring royal) has him left alone back home but more importantly, without purpose (in his eyes). From punching some deadbeat and having that lead to gaining a family, saving japan (shido), saving the world (yaldabaoth), only to lose everything he gained in the blink of an eye is just so jarring to him. Existing in the real world does not even compare to being Joker;  the finesse and grandeur is simply an aspect of himself he feels he'll never tap into again. There was something comforting about being able to have a separate persona crafted for the metaverse and hes not sure hell be able to tap into it in the real world. On top of that, with how busy everyone is post game (graduating/college applications), while Akira acknowledges that the thieves, his family, are trying really hard to continue on with their lives, he is bitter that they get to do that together without him. 

It initially manifests as him simply tinkering about (another hc) to keep his head busy and buzzing, but as he does his own college process, he is more acutely aware of how he is doing this Alone. His entire problem is that being removed from his family has amplified some deep, deep insecurities that hes had way before he got shipped off to tokyo. Its why he is loyal to a fault, its why he demands loyalty in return; all he has to offer is his body. Literally. He promises safety and leadership and in order to accomplish this, he will give his body up again and again; in the metaverse and in real life. If you peel back the layers of his personality, you see someone who has a deeply ingrained sense of justice, and someone who clings to that desperately bc the one thing he feels like he has to do (to have any impact on the world and the people he encounters) is to stand up for and defend people who need defending. If he doesnt have that, what Can he do?

So the combination of being left alone again (sent back home), having a Not Positive relationship with his parents/caretakers, having to do stressful/difficult things alone again after getting comfortable having a team to help with tasks, no longer having the power granted by the metaverse to feel strong, and no longer having the power of the metaverse to allow him to directly impact peoples lives starts to wear him down. HONESTLY it would be over a year before anyone saw the metaverse app appear on their phone again; Akira would be bitter but he would not suddenly spiral out of control months after he goes back home. His friends still call and video chat with him and even ryuji and ann visit a couple of times, but it would be months and months of radio silence before it would sit heavy in his heart that maybe they Didnt want to be bother with him, esp if he had no way to actually be Useful to them. It would sound outlandish to him as hes laughing in a group call w everyone a month after he comes back home, but its alot more plausible when people are simply dubbing his calls. 

The whole point of this is that Akiras palace is created from the insecurities in his heart, amplified to a thousand, and so the theme of his palace would be something akin to neglect and Wanting To Have His Family With Him Again. But he is also someone who has an obsession with the bonds he has, and NEEDS to have people who will have a borderline unhealthy relationship with him; if he is willing to die for someone, that someone needs to Also be willing to die for him. He would not Want them to actually die for him (he LITERALLY would die for them before they could do such a thing) but it is the trust in him that he needs above all else. And this is not a GOOD thing! This is kind of bad maybe !!!! It manifested as something good while they were fighting rulers, but now that theres no one to fight, no treasures to steal, its eating him alive. Theres a phase in his boss fight that has his shadow casting Charm/Brainwash on random teammates bc at his core, this is what he misses; his team! And if they wont willingly come back to him, he will Make them come back to him. Thats !!!!! NOT Good !!!!!!!! At all !!!

His palace is the culmination of his internalized beliefs about the world around him, how his role fits into all of this- his true ‘purpose’- and how becoming misguided in life leaves him truly directionless in the worst way possible. His will is as strong as ever, but its been refracted through a dark and muddled lens. He Wants, and he Wants so bad that its warping his desires and his ability to think rationally. The destruction of his palace is more or a less a rebirth of sorts, and it marks the beginning of the thieves real relationship with him and amongst each other. Akira is no longer a Leader, hes just… Akira. And when u just have Akira, does that alter the relationship you have with him? (The answer is yes, and its for the better!!)

The confrontation w the thieves (and subsequently, the confrontation with his own insecurities) is followed up by a necessary respite, where they all take the time to reconnect. Makoto and Haru are in college!! Ann and Yusuke are doing well in their respective budding careers, Ryuji is Ryuji :) ( i am joking; in this au, he is looking into doing personal trainer stuff, and trying to work up the courage to do track stuff again by doing marathons), and Futaba is still a menace (affectionate). AND! After they split up (PROMISING to meet up soon!), Akira answers the door two days later to Ryuji standing there w a suitcase and Makoto waving goodbye to the two of them 

From here on, when the plot of strikers happens (directly after this entire mess and maybe a week or two into ryujis stay), Akira is the leader he loves to be, but the burden of responsibility no longer weighs heavy on his shoulders. They are a team; always have been and always will be, only now, they wont settle for an ‘its okay’ when everything about Akira clearly says otherwise. Theyre a team, and Akira will realize that they are more than capable, but more importantly, more than willing to step up when hes unable to do so himself.

#persona 5 #akira #palace au #this is so much please read at ur own risk 😭 #i am v passionate about this if u have questions i Will answer them #also it is not really mentioned but pegoryu is implied #and maybe this is also a get together fic ....

[kappatengu]

NAVIGATION POST

Welcome to KappaTengu! A pokeask blog about two traveling mercenaries consisting of a Nuzleaf and Lombre, named Koban and Lianhua. While there is a vague story going on, I am not immune to memes and silly antics (like 90% of the blog was memes/meme asks before my hiatus). I made this blog in 2018, and pulling it out of hiatus as of now, December 2023. This blog is best viewed on desktop.

This blog will be using a format where plot will be advanced after we reach an ask goal, eg: let’s say I set a goal of 10 asks until X happens, after answering that many asks, I’ll close the askbox, proceed with what was promised, then open the askbox again. There will be times where there’s no goal– called ‘free days’, where nothing is set to happen anytime soon– and there will be times where I will only count asks that pertain to the plot/lore, and any unrelated asks won’t count towards the number. I’ll typically call these “plot asks”.

So if you see the sidebar say anything like “ASKS UNTIL EVOLUTION: 20” or “PLOT ASKS UNTIL KOBAN EXPLODES: 5” those are just the ask goals for plot progression! If you see nothing like that anywhere, then we’re probably in a ‘free days’ phase, and our silly yokais are just chillin’.

So feel free to send serious or memey asks alike! And while this isn't an RP blog by any means, interactions from other Pokemon blogs are encouraged! You may even have impact on the plot, and the characters will certainly remember you!

On rare occasions, I may reply with art should anyone answer an ask I sent to them. I don't mind if anyone does the same if I answer their ask. Just keep in mind they probably won't be extensive/drag out.

Link accessibility for mobile users is still WIP. On desktop, you can use the blog theme links for navigation (the circle buttons to the left).No rules page yet since I haven't had any bad apples come in, but one will be made if trouble happens. I do ask you don't reblog any of my OOC posts (anything tagged "outofyokai"!), and not to send too many joke asks during plot advances. I trust everyone to read the room/atmosphere.

CHARACTERS

About Koban About Lianhua About Budew About Takuya

BLOG STUFF

Ask Hints #Answered Art Asks #Lianhua Answers #Koban Answers #Both Answer #Art Tag #OOC posts

EVENTS AND PLOT

#Intermission 1: Budew and Toxicroak #Egg Arc #Lianhua’s Past #Koban’s Past

A brief "about the blog" description and a summary of what happened on the blog so far in terms of vague plot under the cut.

This blog revolves around a strange Nuzleaf and Lombre, named Koban and Lianhua respectively. They work as self-proclaimed self-employed mercenaries dubbed Team KappaTengu, taking on any work they can, and doing anything they’re hired for, whether it be good or bad.

Koban has amnesia about his past, and Lianhua seems to be cagey about his own past.

Although always travelling, they primarily seem to hang around forests.

WHAT’S HAPPENED SO FAR:

Koban has stolen an egg from Takuya, lying to Lianhua that it was for a quest he accepted. But in reality– and Lianhua has already caught on, too– Koban stole it because it rung something familiar in his head, and hoped that keeping it and perhaps hatching it would help Koban gain any memory at all.

The egg has hatched into a strange Budew.

INTERMISSION 1:

Budew was left on her own, seemingly waiting for Lianhua and Koban to come back. She's attacked by an unknown Fire Pokemon while waiting, to which she was saved by a passing Toxicroak named Takuya. Takuya follows others' advice, and goes to search for either the attacker or Budew's parents.

[moki-dokie]

I was obsessed with this song when it came out - in 2003. little did i realize how much worse it would get. i don't think i even had the ability as a freshly minted teenager to fathom a future worse than all of this. i don't think most of us did tbh. after all, we were promised the best and brightest and most fulfilling future of any generation. we lucky millennials. and yet 20 years later, here we are. living every dystopian nightmare we never thought possible as kids. in 20 years a song depicting what seemed like the worst outcome i could think of is now normal. idk maybe we should have seen all the blaring warning signs but for fucks sake most of them were buried in comedy, irony, sarcasm, fiction, or music that was mostly underground. no wonder we didn't think to take it seriously. anyway. have a listen. (and do keep in mind the language of the time) lyrics under the cut

Lyrics:

Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas. No bar-code, no party, no ID, no beers. Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears. No SIM card, no disco, no photo, not here. Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets. Your profits, your time off, your fashions, your sex. Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass. Your laughs, your balls, we want it all (we want your soul).

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul).

Tell us your habits, your fads, your fears. Give us your address, your shoe size, your years. Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes. Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life. Show us your children, your photos, your home. Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan. Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit. Play the lottery, play football, play the field, snort some toot.

We'll show you shrinks, we'll show you spooks, we'll buy you drinks, throw away your books. We'll sell you crap, we'll charge you tax, we're out buying big guns and you'll front the cash (we want your soul).

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul).

Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams. Your checkbook, your essence, your sweat, your screams. Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society. Your self, your place, your distance, your space.

[Bill Hicks] Go back to bed America, your government is in control again. Here. Watch this. Shut up. You are free to do as we tell you. You are free to do as we tell you.

Here's boy bands, here's Mackers, here's Britney, here's cola. Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some roller. Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah. Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa. Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans. Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps. Here's live talk-shows, here's video games, here's cola-lite, here's ten more lanes. Here's filter-tips, here's collagen lips, here's all-night malls, here's plastic hips (we want your soul).

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul). [Bill Hicks] Go back to bed America, your government is in control again. Here. Here's American Gladiators. Watch this. Shut up. Go back to bed America, here's American Gladiators. Here's 56 channels of it. Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together, and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. Here you go America. You are free to do as we tell you. You are free to do as we tell you.

No hippies, no strays, no drop-outs, no gays. No lefties, no loonies, no opinions, no way. No thinkers, no teachers, no facts, no freaks. No skaters, no tweakers, no truth, no sleep.

Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans. Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps. Here's very very very very very very very very very very very very long infomercials.

#music #adam freeland #we want your soul #tunes #song #feeling a little bitter about the world today #although this song still slaps #it's a depressing slap these days #rather than one that makes me laugh because lol no way #r-slur warning just btw but again that was part of the language of the time #especially from bill hicks #Youtube

[ariapmdeol]

zeno anon once again, most likely for the last time (my apologies for bothering you so much haha!) thanks for the rec! I was planning to play that but I wasnt aware of that part, so thank u for the heads up so I could prepare ahead of time. if you have any other game recs in general id love to hear them

i promise youre not bothering me at all, no worries :D! i love talking abt games and stuff so i promise im having fun dsalkjakjdslkjds

Here is a list of game recommendations, with a summary and the major TWs that i can remember! I'll edit in links after i post this ask too! and ill put them under the cut bc this is gonna be long lkjdsalkjdskjads. All games listed are free!

Cell Of Empireo - Sharktale Factory: Major TWs: Cults, Human Experimentation, Body Horror, Character Death, Suicide, a single implied mention of cannibalism (very brief), Overall Dark themes, Two (2) jumpscares. My personal favorite right now! Haruki Atou is a 28 year old detective. When his friend and coworker, Eiji Shinano, goes missing, he follows him to his last known location... the mysterious cult known as the Empyrean Heaven Research Institute. LOTS of lore. Like genuinely every single detail feels so fleshed out, it's insane! Foreshadowing EVERYWHERE. this one has a similar vibe to ZENO to me? Also i love the character writing in this game, everyone has their own motivations and plans and its SO DETAILED. Theres a gay mad scientist! a headless rat! a puppy!!! No official playable translation, but there is a translator who has uploaded the entirety of the base game on youtube! The DLC is currently being translated. 7 endings, + bonus scenes based on whether a specific flag is triggered.

Witch's Heart - IZ (Blue Star Entertainment): Major TWs: Body Horror, Suicide, Murder, Dark themes. While playing up in the mountains, Claire Elford finds herself taking shelter from the rain in a mansion. Soon, she finds four other people, some bizarre monsters - and no way back out. In the company of demons, the five must figure out how to escape... and solve the mystery of the legendary wish-granting treasure, the Witch's Heart. This one is split into multiple scenarios. There is the base game, Witch's Heart Bonus Stage as the direct sequel, and Sirius' Conclusion. There are more to come (more character conclusions). This one is fun! Wonderful Character writing, fun gameplay, and charming interactions between the whole cast. Five endings.

SHTDN - Umami Mazu (Marutoku Kichi): Major TWs: nothing major iirc. brief mention of sex, some discussion of death. The desktop is peaceful as usual. In order to delete the computer virus called "Agape", the anti-virus program, Virus Buster "Goyou", must cooperate with it while searching through the computer's files. This one is short and genuine, with GORGEOUS backgrounds. It's STUNNING. It’s so so so cute and the conversations between Goyou and Agape are genuinely sweet <3!! Same creator as ZENO, different translator! Three endings.

Eloquent Countenance - RachelDrawsThis: Major TWs: religion, horror imagery, blood You have been told that the pastor of your church had suddenly passed away last night. As you helped with his wife's funeral not so long ago, you were assigned to assist the pastor's funeral service today as well. But as soon as you were about to start the service, you hear a strange voice in your head… This is short but compelling! Made for a game jam where the entire game takes place in a single room. I had a lot of fun with this one :D WONDERFUL character writing! Two endings.

Cold Front - RachelDrawsThis: Major TWs: Blood, gore, disturbing imagery. Augustine and Winnie have always been together their whole childhood. Ever since elementary school up until now, when they have graduated high school. They were inseparable. But now that Winnie got accepted to his university, he is soon leaving town. The two decide to spend their last day together before his move. Not long after they hopped into Winnie's car, they suddenly find themselves trapped in a freezing blizzard... It's currently July. also short with 2 endings! FANTASTIC character writing, both Winnie and Augustine feel SO fleshed out <3

Your Turn to Die - A Death Game By Majority - Nankidai: Major TWs: Death, graphic depictions of violence, Hallucinations, Trauma, overall dark themes. Sara Chidouin returns home from school late one night to discover that something's gone terribly wrong. When she comes to, she finds herself, her friend Joe, and 9 other people trapped in a mysterious place. Placed in life-and-death situations, they must come to an agreement about what they should do - and who should die. YTTD <3 this one is released up through chapter 3-1B, with part 3-2 to be the final part when it is released. Multiple routes! this is what got me into playing these kinds of games in the first place :D very fleshed out characters, details matter! your choices determine who lives or dies!

Therapy With Dr. Albert Krueger - Dino999z Major TWs: jumpscares, cartoon gore, blood, flashing images, loud noises The genius of Dr. Krueger shines again with his newest revolutionary breakthrough therapeutic sessions. Allow Krueger’s new treatment to tackle the toughest cases of mental disorder (peer-review pending) and fears in our ever changing day to day world. The genius lies not only within Krueger's stunning techniques as a therapist, but also with what he calls “Dream Therapy”, combining breakthrough neuron technology with his closely held therapy principals. So what are you waiting for? Sign up for your therapy today! HELLOOOOO MR KRUEGER! Same creator and world as VTSOM, with some connections between the two (though the order in which you play them doesnt matter)! three endings! I love this silly goofy marine biologist turned therapist! the protagonist is NB :D

#rpgmaker games #cell of empireo #cold front #eloquent countenance #SHTDN #therapy with dr albert krueger #your turn to die #witch's heart #rpgmaker horror #indie games #zeno anon #aria rambles #anon #aria answers #game recs

[riricitaa]

Hello hello 👋🏽 I have something to say but imma keep it under the cut.

Good morning tumblr fam, I don't know if I can keep the promise (as usual lol) but hopefully I will be more active since I already started summer break and I have no vacations plans yet whatsoever so I'll be home and probably go to the beach every once and awhile since it's near, but mostly I'll be home, I can't afford to go anywhere more than a couple days because I can't miss my weekly therapy sessions.

Anyways, I was playing with the settings on desktop yesterday and apparently accidentally reactivated the anonymous 🤣 I didn't realise until I got a few ✨️interesting✨️ asks, and I deactivated it again because I wasn't in the mood last night.

However when I was deleting them, I accidentally deleted the remaining 4 or 5 au requests I still have in my inbox to not forget them, so, I'm so sorry, I don't even remember what they were about, which makes me feel sad, so if I didn't make your request, probably it was deleted! I should be more careful next time and hopefully I'll be able to make everyone's requests and make everyone happy.

For that I decided to reactivate the anonymous again, just in case someone has an au request or idea or hc or anything at all.

And as promised, this blog is still gonna be drama free and discourse free unless I post about something, if not, I won't reply to any discourse asks I'm sorry, and of course I won't reply to any ✨️interesting✨️ asks as well, those will be immediately deleted actually.

If someone has an issue with me on another platform, they can solve it with me on that other platform!

As I said it so many times, surprisingly tumblr is the only sane place that's left for me, my blog is the only place I can be myself completely freely and it's the only place that makes me feel alive fandom wise, so I won't let anyone or anything ruin it! Even if I reblog or post something once in 3 days, still, tumblr is my safe place.

#might delete later #idk

[everlastiingiimmortals]

>HSR Multimuse & OC Roleplay Blog. >Indie. >Selective/Mutuals-only. >Crossover/OC/Duplicate friendly. >written by Willow | Soleil. (she/they | 21+ | EST)

An RP blog ft. Jing Yuan, Dr. Ratio, and Stelle from Honkai Star Rail, as well as multiple fandom and fandomless OCs. Please read the rules before following; dark content is present on this blog!

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Rules under the cut for easy viewing: [Updated 03.28.2024 (m/d/y)]

Intro.

Howdy, I’m Willow or Soleil! You'll see that I use Tabasa from END ROLL as my faceclaim. As I'm a full-time undergrad student, my activity is irregular, but I tend to stay fairly present even if it's just as a lurker. My Discord is available for chatting, but I will only give it out to trusted individuals.

1. VERY Crossover and OC friendly! Duplicates are welcome, too!

2. I am mutuals only, though I’m fairly lax on who I follow/follow back. The reason for me being mutuals only is that I heavily favor accessibility; if I can’t read your carrd/theme, I will softblock or hardblock you to avoid interaction. If I don’t see our rules and preferences meshing well, I’ll hardblock to avoid any conflict! Feel free to softblock/hardblock me as well if that’s the case on your end too, but if there’s a specific issue you have please come talk to me! I’m super friendly, I promise, and I’d prefer to come to a mutual agreement!

3. Please take a look at each muses’s bio for more details on their ship status! I am very open to multiship and shipping in general; so long as our muses have chemistry, I’ll likely vibe. That being said, some muses might have restrictions based on their character or sexuality, so it’s best to look at each muse. Please also take a look at the relations tab for other restrictions, such as potential exclusives. 3a. I’m open to having you as a main if we RP a lot or talk extensively about our muses OOC! Exclusives are rare and more circumstantial based on friendship or dynamic; I do not default to limiting my ships. Of course, I respect others' rules on exclusivity. 3b. I am a dark/toxic dynamic enthusiast, and shipping to me does not necessarily connote a healthy romance for that reason. I will of course require discussions for that kind of thing, but note that I'm absolutely not opposed to the occasional dead dove, or even (noncanon) drabbles, asks, or threads where my muses are killed or worse in those scenarios.

4. I openly encourage and am very comfortable with duplicates. I am also very willing to have duplicates interact, particularly for Stelle! I think there's a lot of very fun potential to be explored there. Due to the inherent multiversal nature of HSR, as a general rule my HSR muses are aware of the multiverse (except Gepard, because of Belobog's isolation from the galaxies) and will react accordingly. You will not see any (again, bar Gepard) surprised by another version of themself. 4a. Please check this post for more information.

5. I will not answer asks if I feel that they interfere with plot. Obviously, I’m not inclined to answer asks that make me uncomfortable. This includes Magic Anons. I will not participate in these, so please do not send them to me.

6. I will also not pressure myself to answer every single ask I receive or commit to every starter. I delete asks, a lot, especially if they're spontaneous/unprompted. This is nothing against you if I don’t respond to your ask; my motivation can be rather fleeting and unpredictable, and though I love unprompted asks I sometimes struggle to maintain the motivation to answer them. I will absolutely let you know if I feel I need to drop a thread. 6a. If you don’t specify which muse you want me to answer for in an ask, I may not answer it.

7. Mun is of age, HOWEVER I will not be roleplaying anything explicitly smut-related on Tumblr (though sexual HC memes might be shared for my adult muses depending on my mood). Some things might get a little spicy, but at most I will fade to black. Gore and other disturbing scenarios are more than okay. Angst is tasty. That being said, see the next rule:

8. I’ll do my best to tag potentially triggering topics, but if something comes up that I haven’t tagged properly, do let me know! I tag as #trigger tw and #trigger cw.

9. Respect my muses’ power. I do play some very powerful characters, including gods. I will not metagame nor godmod, and all I ask is that you do the same; that being said, pushing my muses can have consequences, especially for the most dangerous ones.

10. Communication is key! Please talk to me for anything, whether it be potential plots, current ones, headcanons, active threads, etc etc. If you have questions or concerns, please please reach out.

11. As a selective blog, I won’t be roleplaying with non-roleplay/personal blogs! Sorry! If you’re a personal blog and you don’t have an RP dedicated sideblog, please do not interact with my posts. I will block personal blogs that reblog my content on sight.

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[cosmosees]

Zetto and/or Kizuna for the character ask?

once again for this...i shall take more if anyone wants to send

under the a cut once again!

ZETTO:

favorite thing about them: when i was a kid the kirb/zetto twist did genuinely make me insane. in a good way. i think hes a really fascinating character in his like...Mentality Switches between personas yk. guy whos a jerk in a funny way vs guy who just actually sucks

least favorite thing about them: honestly i wish it was just made more clear during like episode zero or smth what his stance in sofdti as like....a living thang was? not that it would matter much in the grand scheme of his development but idk kizuna said some SHIT yk

favorite line: id probably say like...a lot of stuff from the nylocke battle in the gemini tournament. absolute lowest point of that guy its really interesting. (obligatory MY ARM AAAAAGHHHHH mention purely because holy shit he was screaming)

brotp: HIM AND GAMESOFT oh my godd them together. aughh. the only two guys who Know the guys who can talk abt shit and he can be sad. solace in understanding and so on

otp: i know its basic but like....alphazet mannn. everything abt the two of them was PAINFULLY gay and its honestly kind of funny kirb (the guy not the character) didnt notice. runner up is him and nylocke becahse i just think they are silly and funny

notp: i dont really have anyone with him that i actively LOATHE but i think its probbably him and kizuna. putting my personal gay zetto hc aside i think theyd both be wayy too codependent unless they got like. therapy. i know a lot of what ive been saying so far makes it sound like i hate kizuna but i dont i PROMISE

random headcanon: i feel like postseries hed find a way to set gs up with a virtual machine desktop of her own so her knowledge of the world can extend beyond what she knows in tome. they spend time bonding over computer science n junk :)

unpopular opinion: im honestly never good at this part but as an adult with better drawing skills now...i actually like drawing his hair

song i associate with them: zetto was never someone i had much of a playlist for back in the day so i had to scrounge a bit but i think i found something satisfactory

favorite picture of them:

KIZUNA:

favorite thing about them: REALLY underrated secondary antagonist, interesting moral code, she has insane girlie guilt over her actions that doesnt get explored enough.....and shes a kitty cat :)

least favorite thing about them: her arc in the original series was like...a little inconclusive? i wish she couldve come to terms with sofdtis sentience and whatnot. the trajectory of a2z is changing her in a way im really liking so far though! im excited to see where she goes

favorite line: that whole rant at the tail end of the series where shes just like. a bunch of people she cared about almost died and she was freaking the fuck out. it hurts....i love her she needs THERAPYY

brotp: she doesnt get to interact with too many characters during the series but in my perfect world i think shed be chill with demonking. dont question my madness i know im right

otp: re the previous answer she doesnt interact with a lot of characters, on this note Especially im hesitant to give a definitive answer but i think if her parallels with flamey were more explored...in my perfect world.........theyd work so spicily

notp: same as zetto but also tacking gs onto this. less out of kizunas ability to see her as a person currently and more that in the future if/when she does end up coming around i do feel like gs would still be hurt by it. theyd be buddies tho:)

random headcanon: with the rpg version of tigerlily i sometimes wish that series kizuna had like...a secret lil roleplay presence. not necessarily on tome itself but she has to cool of SOMEHOW right. she made an anime catgirl avatar i KNOW she has thoughts about that shit

unpopular opinion about them: kizuna is probably the most divisive character ive done for this so far...all i can really say is like...i joke about supporting womens wrongs and stuff but i think introspectively she does have a lot of potential as a character that we dont see a lot of because most of the scenes with her are from zettos perspective. AGAIN tho im reallly liking where a2z is taking her so far i hope i get more scraps

song i associate with them: much like zetto she wasnt someone i had playlists for back in the day however unlike zetto i have the PERFECT one for her. nonexistent meet-cute (idlyam) by vylet pony.... feeling it

favorite picture of them:

#terrain of magical expertise #zetto tome #kizuna tome #cosmo.txt