#THIS FIND WILL BE HARD TO TOP IM NGL

[shpadoinkle-day]

(south park halloween party)

#trey parker #from Facebook #THIS FIND WILL BE HARD TO TOP IM NGL #im literally losing my mind #local user with trey with lipstick as pfp is feeling normal about new trey with lipstick pic??? YEA IWISH #im literally shakin also i have a fever so imagine how i feel rn #THE BLACK NAIL POLISH HELLOOOOOO HELLO! #guys im dying #i convulsed when i saw this #thats the fever but still

[pupcuck]

AND I LOVE HER !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. omg.. fluff and that’s it im sick, age gap, like brief mentions to sex idk, slight angst

note. don’t know what happened to me! ignore typos/mistakes this isn’t edited :3 rbs n feedback always appreciated omg im embarrassed ngl this is just leon feeling guilty as always

“Okay, and so we get bored, right?” You tell him, perched on the bathroom counter, peeling back your false lashes to reveal– you guessed it, your natural layer of lashes which look identical to the fake pair. “Like, there wasn’t a lot to do, I mean it was snowing, we couldn’t leave campus, we couldn’t even leave her bedroom, right?” Leon gives an Mhm to show you he’s listening and totally not dozing off to the sound of your voice. Sorry, babe, sometimes it just puts him to sleep. The same way white noise does. “We go on Bumble - you know what that is, right?”

“Oh, yeah, obviously,” Leon scoffs, when in fact he doesn't know what that is.

“So, yeah, we're swiping, swiping, not a single right, right?” Another Mhm from his side, you’re using a cotton bud to remove your eye makeup, the black smears and becomes streaky on your skin. Cute, that’s how you look after a nice, hard fucking. His mind wanders far away to the sanctum that is his bedroom, the room on the opposite side of the hall. “And so Ashley, you remember her, right?”

“Rings a bell,” It rings no bells, not a single one, the only Ashley he knows is ex-First Daughter Ashley Graham. “The short one?” All your friends are short, he makes a purposely vague guess to hide his disinterest. Leon would put more into this conversation if he wasn’t five seconds away from conking out on the closed toilet seat.

“Yeah, that one, her fucking boyfriend pops up!”

“From where?” He asks, genuinely concerned for your wellbeing, was the freak hiding out in his girlfriend’s dorm room, under the bed of some shit?

“On Bumble?” You shoot him an odd look through the mirror, “Anyway, his profile says some shit about an open relationship, that his girlfriend wants a threesome, like, all this shit.”

“That’s awful.” He gets the gist, the dude is a cheater, still has no clue what a Bumble is.

“I know, and he’s ugly, that’s the worst part, she’s out of his league.” You hop off the counter, running the tap to wash your face in that ritualistic manner. Scrub, splash, wipe. Shit’s obsessive, Leon’s only ever ran his wet hands over his face, uses his thumbs to get the gunk out the corner of his eyes. “She was totally upset,” You say, lathering your face in foam, “She wouldn’t stop crying, and don’t, like, tell her or anything, babe,” You rub circles on your cheeks, the soap bubbles up, the tap has been running five minutes too long.

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe.” Leon tips his head back to soothe the tension in his neck, when you cup your hands and splash water into your face, droplets splatter on the counter.

“Good, well, to tell you the truth, she was pissing me off,” A few more minutes of what looks more like a facial massage than a wash and you’re done, “Like, he was never even nice to her, he made her pay for dates, and she was really crying hard, Leon, like, snot and everything.”

“Lousy guy.”

“Yeah, and so we find a place that’s open on the map, like, a convenience store, I mean it was like gas and groceries, but it was so fucking shady, babe,” You pat your face dry with a towel, hanging it up on the rack, “And, like, we try to get an Uber, or like literally any cab at this point, but no one wants to drive in that weather, you saw what kinda clothes I took too!”

Oh, Leon did, and he did the right thing and warned you that tie-up tops and mini skirts so mini they could be classified as belts would do nothing for you. Well, they do everything for your figure, but nothing against the least windy of winds. Like a shaky orange leaf clinging to the weary branches of an autumn tree, those scraps of Lycra would go flying, leaving you topless and bottomless and defenceless without a Leon to take care of your sorry ass.

“So, I’m like so sure I’ve got frostbite as we’re walking, but it’s five minutes away, we keep going, none of us had an ID by the way, not even a real one,” The second part of your routine involves applying lotion so thickly, it secretes enough palm oil to give back to those Amazonian orangutans, solving the deforestation issue one nighttime routine at a time.

“Babe,” Leon says in the tone of a disappointed and slightly exasperated father who wants nothing but the best for his daughter while being emotionally distant all at once, because he just has that kind of voice, “You can’t be doing that, it’s dangerous, could get in a lot of trouble, and it’s bad for you, y’know?” His liver cries out in disbelief as it has been subjugated completely by his alcoholism, “You don’t need drinks to have fun, you just need your friends.” His words pass through you. Leon has changed the world through his Special Agent status, he’s saved it time and time again, what he has not done is change your world like he suspected he would with that half-assed motivational speech.

“So, Ashley, the bitch, she shoves me in front, and all the girls are like oh, you go up, you look soo much older than us, which is so fucking rude. Like, I know I look it, everyone says it to me, doesn’t mean she should say it. So, I go up, and babe - I swear to god, he doesn’t even ask, like, he just kinda looked at my tits and scanned the bottles.” You use your hands a lot when you speak.

He blinks at you bare-faced, and it all comes falling down, on top of him like gigantic Jenga blocks that he himself misplaced. “You’re a baby,” Leon tells you. Not in the way most older men do when they talk down to young girls - to make them feel like even younger girls. It’s not to put you in your place, after all, it is Leon that needs to be put in his place more than anyone. He says this with the utmost sincerity as he spirals head-first into a frantic epiphany of sorts. He’s fucking a baby. A baby with a heart-shaped ass and a penchant for clothes that cover a single nipple at best.

“No, I’m not a baby, I’m just not old,” There’s a lack of hardened lines on your face, not quite baby-faced, but visibly young.

“Yeah, okay, baby,” Leon pats your head, rolls his shoulders back to relieve him of an ache, “I’m going to bed.”

“So am I.” Your lips jut out, “I was going there first actually.” Holy Mother of God, you’re a kid. Don’t do this to him. Usually, Leon likes his women menopausal, Norman Bates would agree, that’s insensitive, rather Mrs Bates would agree. It’s just that when you’re forty-six, fucking older women goes into grandma territories. Women his age are beautiful, but half of them settled down over ten years back, the available ones are career women that keep him on his toes, and he doesn’t like that. Being kept on his toes is too much, his back hurts and he wants to rest. The other half come with kids, Leon would rather scoop out his brain with a tea spoon than come into close contact with a child. The appeal wears off either way because Leon wants them to be older than him, but he’s not twenty anymore so the older women won’t be forty and stern and beautiful in the way worn out housewives are, they’ll be sixty and senile.

“Were you now?” He keeps the bile down in his stomach where it should be, takes you to bed, fucks you into the mattress one last time, kisses the mole between your breasts and leaves the following morning. What drug was he on the night he met you? Leon doesn’t know, and he doesn’t know if he’s still on it, or if dating younger women is a side effect of it.

The car windows are frosted over when he makes his way out without a de-icer in hand, it melts slowly as he sits in the driver's seat with his head bowed, drooped on top of the wheel. Leon pats himself down, feeling for his keys, he gets out, into the elevator and returns to face the front door. He slots his key into the lock and enters the apartment because it is his apartment, not yours. He’s so used to walking out on people that he walked out of his own home. Selfish tendencies that surely stem from some fucked up part of his brain.

“Leon?” You’re stood there in the doorway rubbing your eyes, “Did you go out?”

“Yeah, babe,” He grunts when you take your seat on his lap, the weight is pleasant, grounds him, “I went out, just for a minute, had to take a call, didn’t wanna wake you.”

“I woke up the minute you got out of bed.” The softness of your skin on his is dizzying, sleep-swollen lips coming to kiss his scruffy face with all the tenderness of a young adult woman, that’s a lot of tenderness, they feel a lot. Heart might not be on your sleeve, but it leaks out of you in the most insignificant moments, it’s in every single word you say to him. “You’re not very quiet, Leon. I don’t know who hired you, they should reconsider.”

Smiling, he cradles your close, takes your tit in his hand. Love is stored in these things. That’s why your heart is in the left one, not on your sleeve. “Was I that loud?”

“Yeah, I heard you stub your toe, and you were like fuck, fuck, fuck! for a good minute,” You recount, “And then I heard you talking to yourself in the bathroom, and you were brushing your teeth, you kept making those gross gagging noises, my dad does that too.”

“Trying to get it all out.” Leon shrugs, his chin rests atop your head.

“Get what out? Your uvula?”

“No, stupid, just, I don’t know, stop asking questions.”

“Okay, whatever, and then you walked out still talking to yourself, and then you were looking for your keys, moving furniture,” That he was, “Sounds like you scraped up the floors,” That he did, “Then you found them and they kept fucking jingling, then you shut the door really quietly, and I was like where is this loser going. Hey, Leon, you know I can see your car from here, right?”

You’d seen him. Seen him throw a sulky manchild tantrum in his car. How embarrassing. “If I’m being honest, I didn’t know that.” He admits.

“Well, I saw you sitting in there, I know you didn’t go to the store, I know you’re lying to me, but it’s okay,” You kiss his Adam’s apple, your nose tucked into his neck, “I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean it,” Leon confirms, he holds you tighter to him and thinks that you're more mature than he’ll ever be. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” It comes easily to you, and he wishes to do the same, “You can talk to me instead of, like, trying to drive away from your own apartment, that’s pretty weird, Leon.”

“I know, I’ll talk to you,” He won’t, and you know that, and he knows you know that, but it’s okay, it takes time for this sort of stuff, “I love you,” Leon says again, his lips meet yours, swallows up the response on your tongue, he eats your love.

#leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil fluff #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy fluff

[nahoney22]

Idk if im allowed to ask for another request for the 3000 celebration but your writing is just so good that I can't help myself. Feel free to ignore if you're getting too flooded with requests lol but would I be able to get "tease me until I can't take it anymore" and "I just want to be used by you tonight. Van I be your personal toy?" Smut with F!Reader and sub!crosshair. Keep up the amazing work

3000 Prompt List Celebration

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1k

NSFW

prompts:

“Tease me until I can’t take it no more.”

“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Sub!crosshair, light dom!female reader. Established relationship, dry humping/grinding, blowjob, teasing, cum denial, praise, pet names, smut without plot (kinda). NSFW under the cut. Not proofread, a little rushed ngl.

Authors note: of course you can ask for another request! I’m just sorry it’s taken like 5 years and it’s not the best. 🩵 @thrawns-babygirl

“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”

You stared up at your lover, eyes a little wide and completely stunned at what he just asked. For the last day he had been acting… different. His demeanor had shifted over the past few hours, growing more tense than usual. You had noticed him struggling to articulate something, his words hovering on the tip of his tongue.

But as he looms over you, trained eyes piercingly sharp as they gaze down at you, the question just slipped past his lips. “You want me to use you?” You repeat, quite sure you had heard him correctly but there’s nothing wrong with double checking.

You sense his resolve, his shoulders squaring and eyes finding it hard to stay on yours so with a smirk, you place one hand to his shoulder and push him off you, maneuvering deftly so you were straddling him instead. “Answer me.” You demanded, a fiery desire coursing through you as it appeared Crosshair was yielding control of the situation.

“Yes.” He rasps with a gulp, his eyes a little wide as your confidence shines through straight away. Have you wanted to dominate him as much as he wanted to be submissive to you? He’s sat up, watching you as you begin to tease him with a subtle roll of your hips against his lap, heart hammering in his chest.

He doesn’t particularly know where this sudden desire came from but he wanted a change of pace - he wanted you to take control.

“Now this is an interesting turn of events, Crosshair,” you chime pleasantly, “and not something I’m not going to pass up.”

He remains tight-lipped as you pull your top over your head, tits bouncing free from its confines and you try hard not to blush to the sound of his quiet moan as a result. He almost fails being a sub in a split second, as he so very nearly latched his lips to your stiffening nipples but you were quick to deflect him.

Pressing your hands to his chest, pushing him back until his back hits the mattress you gave him an incredulous look. “Did I say you could kiss my breasts?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “No.”

“No, what?”

He pauses for a second, a deep exhale parting his lips as his cock twitches in his pants at your dominance and how you clearly wanted to be addressed differently. “No… ma’am.”

“Good boy.” You smirk, adding more pressure to his crotch that sends him crazy. You moan yourself a little, the feeling of the thickness of his cock in his pants against your pussy felt so good. In fact, it isn’t long until you are standing, pulling your pants off (too slow for crosshairs liking) until you take yet another seat on his lap and feeling the friction even more. “I can’t wait for you to be inside me, darling.”

Crosshair huffs in response but the lust in his eyes showed everything you needed to know. When you slide his pants off, you sit back and admire how his cock twitches just under your gaze. “Aw, do you need your cock touching?”

The stoic man’s hands clench the sheets beneath him, in torture how you were dragging this out but it is what he wanted after all. “Just,” he whines unable to finish his sentence as his cock already oozes just by the sight of you

“Just, what?”

“Tease me. Tease me until I can’t take it any more.”

His words surprise you once more but the sex crazed smile on your face had you shifting between his legs, fingers gently caressing over his bare thighs. “As you wish.”

Slowly, tortuously slowly, you placed your tongue flat against the inside of his thigh and moved up along his proudly standing erection.

The flat of your tongue slid along his cock as your lips slowly enveloped the head. Crosshairs long lashes fluttered, dark, lust filled eyes finding your gaze.

Your boyfriend whined as he felt his tip touch the back of your warm throat. You moaned at the taste of him, slurping and spitting on his cock just how you wanted to.

His hips start to jut, his heavy breaths becoming ragged as your name slips beautifully past his lips. You know him, you know when he’s about to hit his high and as soon as he gets to his peak, goes curling and moans strangled in his throat, you pull back.

“W-What? Why… babe?” He gasps at the lack of orgasm, by now he would be painting your pretty face with his cum but alas, your face remains clean and smug.

“You’re my toy, remember? You only get to finish when I’m done with you, silly.”

He is watching you with wide, blown eyes as you begin to crawl over the top of him, breasts sliding against his throbbing cock until you maneuver on top of him, your pussy just inches away from his head that was almost begging to be touched by your wet lips.

“You look so good; wanting and needy.”

“You’re fucking incredible.” He breathes, nothing but love on his face and you smirk as you sink onto his length, eliciting the most guttural groan he had ever released.

“Mmm, maker… so, s-so warm.” He rests up on his elbows, hips naturally thrusting up into you but as you tut at him and push against his lower abdomen to halt him.

“No moving.” You commanded and he let out the sweetest whimper of pleasure.

“Please, I need to fuck you so hard.” He sighs, pushing past the firm hold you had as he begged for his needs that you weren’t so willing to give just yet.

“No. Moving.” You repeat, forcing his hips back down as you begin to delicately grind your hips and down against him, his cock stretching you so well that a small curse passes your lips.

“You wanted to be teased, Crosshair,” you rasp, your index finger trailing up his chest that heaved under your touch, caressing up his neck until you grab his chin between your fingers, leaning over his lips, “so this is going to be a long evening for you.”

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[leejeongz]

breaking up with enhypen pretty please 🎧🎀

🫧 breaking up with enhypen 🫧

pairing: exboyf!enha x gn!reader

genre: angst

warnings: made up characters that do not reflect on the members personally, dramatised situations for reader’s enjoyment, a little bit toxic (heeseung’s and sunoo’s are very toxic ngl), mentions of food (sunghoon), swearing (sunoo).

a/n: this was the first time i’ve ever cried while writing smth idk why i made jake’s hit so close to home but i hope u enjoy it after i put myself thru that HAHAH

𓆉 heeseung

“i just don’t think you should be wearing a top that shows your whole chest when my friends are around,” heeseung kissed his teeth before turning to his friends at the bar.

your friends' eyes all shifted to you, you could tell just by looking at them what they were going to say. “i’ll talk to him in the morning,” you assured, yet they didn’t look that impressed with you, knowing your track record.

the morning came and you were still upset from the night before, something that doesn’t usually happen.

more & other members under the cut

“you know, y/n, you were a real embarrassment in front of my friends last night,” the words angered you even more.

“hm no, i think i was perfectly fine,” where you’d usually apologise, you fought back, “you can’t expect me to let you speak to me like you do . i’m always trying to find the right time to be upset with you.” you were slightly disappointed by what you said, you know it wasn’t exactly what you wanted to say, but you were holding back tears, it was the best you could do.

“there’s nothing to be upset with me for,” heeseung was genuinely stunned, as if he’d always been this perfect boyfriend he convinced himself that he was.

you scoffed, sitting on the bed as heeseung stood on the other side of it. “i’m always strategizing how to bring stuff up, you’re constantly avoiding talking about things that make me feel uncomfortable and bad, sometimes i think so hard about stuff that i end up dropping it, i hate living like this.” you spoke with your head in your hands, the tears you were holding back were seeping out uncontrollably.

“you drop it because it’s nothing,” not at all taken aback by your admission, heeseung presses more.

“just get out. i don’t want this, or us, or you,” you affirm, “i deserve better.”

“course you do,” heeseung laughs before picking up his backpack, “good luck finding it.”

𓆉 jay

you lay in your bed, staring at the wall while jay played on his phone next to you, wondering how you ever ended up in this situation. you liked jay, a lot. there was no disputing that. but did you deserve to be with him?

jay shuffled next to you, he’d turned over and was going to spoon you with an arm draped over your waist when you suddenly turned over yourself and sat a little further up the bed.

“why, what’s wrong?” jay asked, wondering if he’d gone too far.

“jay,” you paused, looking to your boyfriend for reassurance as you spoke, “i don’t think im ready for a relationship, just yet.”

jay’s face dropped to a disappointed frown that he tried to hide from you. “it’s okay.” he finally sat up, he searched for permission to hold your hand, which you granted by placing it on his lap.

you focused on your interlocked hands. if someone had told you that you’d be doing this a few months ago, you’d never have believed it.

“you’re everything i could’ve asked for and more, y/n,” jay looks to your hands too and wraps his other hand around them. “i’ll wait for you no matter what, okay?”

you know jay doesn’t want to break up, but you can’t keep leading him on like this. “i can’t even love myself, how am i supposed to know how to love you?” you blurt out in a flood of tears. “you’re so so perfect, jay, i want you to find better, please, jay.” your eyes are pleading into his, as if this is the only thing that will ever make you happy.

“y/n, you’re my everything.” he tuts and tilts his head, “but i think, if this is what you want, then let’s put on the breaks for a bit.” you gave jay a guilty smile. “don’t be like that, y/n, it was pretty exhausting for me too,” jay laughed, hoping you’d take it as a joke but really hiding some truth.

𓆉 jake

you sat in jake’s car, the silent journey to the airport still replaying in your mind as you put off getting out. you wanted to be with him forever, but you knew the minute you stepped out of the car, you would be all alone, without jake, so you stayed for as long as you could. you looked at yourself in the small mirror of the sunshield, your eyes welling up as you noticed your boyfriend in your peripheral vision.

“y/n, you okay, darling?” jake peered his head around.

“no,” you cried out, “ i already miss you, and i’m not even gone.”

jake laughed a little before wrapping you in his arms, kissing the crown of your head.

“i hate that i’m not going to see you tomorrow, or the day after, or even the day after that,” you pulled away from his hug to wipe your tears, “i hate that we can’t be together all the time, and i hate that we had to end things like this.”

jake took a long inhale. his eyes stumbled around his car, avoiding focusing on anything for too long because he knew he’d cry. he didn’t want you to see him cry, not today.

“me too, angel. me too.” jake’s eyes welled up as he admired you in person for one last time.

you took a deep breath, the tears blurring your vision as you wrapped your fingers around the door handle and opened it slowly. you took one last look at jake, he managed to take your face into his hands and wipe your tears as you smiled at him.

“don’t be a stranger, hey?” jake tilted his head to the side, “call me whenever you need, i’m still your bestest friend, my love.”

you took the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek, you regretted it so much. he looked away as you slipped out of the car and got your suitcase from the trunk. you turned to wave at the boy you’d loved for a very long time, only to see him, absolutely destroyed, leaning over his steering wheel.

𓆉 sunghoon

you always knew sunghoon to be an honest person and vocal when he needed to be. you never wanted him to feel like he couldn’t be. but you couldn’t help but feel that something was missing.

“how about this weekend?” you asked, twirling the pasta around your fork. “we could book a hotel by sea and just relax,” and rekindle the flame that died, you thought, but didn’t dare say aloud.

“this weekend?” you nod, “i’m working, sorry.” he didn’t make eye contact as he spoke, instead staring directly at his plate.

you stabbed a chunk of mushroom loudly, catching his attention, “working…” he hummed in response, the tone of which elicited a scoff from you. “you’re always working, everytime i suggest we do something together, you’re conveniently working, do you even love me anymore sunghoon?”

sunghoon stayed completely silent, staring back down at his food.

“sunghoon?”

still, nothing.

you slammed the fork down onto the table and stood, pushing the chair back with a horrible screech. you focused on the boy for a while. how could you break up with him and let him win? when he didn’t even have the decency to speak? but you knew it would hurt you more if you didn’t say “then i guess it’s over.”

“i guess,” sunghoon finally spoke. he seemed unbothered, maybe even a little happy that someone finally said it. “should i go now or?”

you stared him down, he placed the fork down gingerly and left your apartment sharpish, leaving you to overthink everything about the past few months.

𓆉 sunoo

“so let me get this straight,” sunoo laughed as clapped his hands together twice, a little too sassily for your liking. “you’re mad at me because im being nice to my fans?”

“fan, singular, not plural, sunoo,” you clarified.

“so what, we have matching phone cases? you said you didn’t wanna do that, anyway.”

“i didn’t mean go and get them with someone else,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes at his facetiousness, “and it’s not just that. it’s weird enough that you found their social media and trusted them enough with your private accounts when i wasn’t even allowed to follow them for months, but going out with them and buying them gifts, that’s a bit too far.”

“it’s called a parasocial relationship,” he completely dismissed your concerns, “how can you be in a relationship with an idol if you can’t even respect that i have fans?”

you furrowed your brows in confusion, “do the other members do this? how about i call jungwon up, ask what he thinks, hm?”

sunoo soon became very quiet, he knows that this is more than an idol x fan relationship, he knows the others disapprove of it just as much as you do, he knows that this is wrong. he noticed that you’d caught on and once again searched for any kind of defence he could reach.

“you’re overreacting, and if you’re gonna be like this, then we’re done, y/n,” he suddenly blurts out, slipping his phone out of his pocket to text you know who about your argument immediately.

“yeah, no shit we’re breaking up,” you double down on sunoo’s words, wishing you could’ve said them first, “you’re a nasty piece of work, i wish them the best of luck for having to deal with you.”

for weeks after, you couldn’t help but regret your final words to sunoo. you debated on sending him an apology, but decided against it when you saw fans coming to defend you once the news had been released.

𓆉 jungwon

as you entered jungwon’s room, you could tell by the dishevelled look on his face, he knew exactly why you were here. you sat on the edge of his bed, one leg folded under you, the other dangling, your foot barely touching the floor. jungwon sat cross legged, his back against the single pillow propped up by his headboard.

“so,” he started, forcing a smile. “how have you been?”

“good,” you smiled back at him shyly, not because you felt shy as such, but because you knew what you were about to do was going to hurt him. “jungwon, i think we should break up.” you gave him time to digest your words before continuing. “i love you, but that’s not enough, for me, right now.” you purse your lips in hopes that you wouldn’t cry, “because you hurt me. and i can’t trust you, as hard as i try, i just can’t,” you ramble.

“it’s okay, y/n,” jungwon nodded in agreement, “i’m just sorry i couldn’t be the boyfriend you deserve.” you noticed jungwon had reached into the drawer of his bedside cabinet, following his hands which carried a cardboard box. “i was going to give this to you for your birthday, but i want you to have it now.”

you opened it, revealing a childlike friendship bracelet in your favourite colours, the black and white letter cubes spelling out “all my love.”

“i’m not giving it to you to make you feel guilty. i want you to have it because i want you to always remember that you’re loved.” his hands closed it into yours, “i've learnt so much from you.”

you couldn’t help but scoff at his final comment, it was a bit of a joke to you that he had to learn not to cheat on people that he loved, but you were hopeful that he would never do it to anyone else ever again. you left him with a half genuine smile and a tiny thank you.

“i’ll bring your stuff later this week,” he said, drawing your attention back to him, “can i?”

𓆉 niki

“i can give you more space,” niki pleaded, just saying whatever came to his head without giving it too much logical thought.

“i don’t need space,” you stood from the couch, your hands finding your head in frustration, “are you not listening to me? i’m sick of having to look after you, can you not do anything for yourself?” you snapped.

niki wasn’t able to respond. he remembered, just earlier that day, you’d had to remind him of the dentist appointment you’d made for him. “isn’t that too far?” he sulked, his eyes swollen and sunken even though he hadn’t cried.

all rationality was lost, “not when it’s true,” you scoffed at the boy, who seemed like he was finally accepting some fault. “don’t you feel ashamed?” you pushed, until niki looked as if he’d reach boiling point.

“if you’re going to treat me like a child i might as well act like one, y/n,” niki stands too, he towers over you, but you insist in your mind that you can stand your ground. “you constantly embarrass me in front of people, “i had to make him an appointment” “i had to cook his dinner for him,”” he mimics, “i can do those things just fine, y/n, but you love doing them just to have one up on me, don’t you?”

you squint, you didn’t realise that’s what you were doing, but it was probably true. “well, you’ll be fine doing all those things when i’m gone,” niki’s face drops, yours follows as the weight of the words hit you like a truck, but you know it’s not working. “i’m gonna go now, i’ll get my stuff tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

niki nods, a small smile on his face that’s just begging to remain civil with you after all of this is over.

#enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen imagines #jungwon #jay #sunghoon #heeseung #jake #sunoo #niki #sim jaeyun #enhypen reactions

[cyyfics]

Hi! Can I request dating hc’s for Betty?

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Betty Dating Hc’s

Paring: Betty x reader

Warning(s): NSFW! At end.

Note; yes! I’m so glad someone requested this I love Betty sm

Double note: IM SCARED TO WRITE HER CHARACTER WRONG IM NGL I’m kinda scared I did

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SFW

- when you two meet for the first time you start out as great friends, for some reason the woman attracted you from the very beginning however.

- you found that you love her eyes, wherever she looks your gaze has to follow, you could get lost in them forever-

- betty started to find herself growing flustered at times when you two were together, a random blush creeping onto her face, or a slight stammer in her words. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was starting to really like you.

- she’d talk about you to her friends or just anyone who would listen, making silly comments sometimes like “we looked into each other’s eyes in the bookstore.”

- you two would hang out to discuss nerdy topics together, giggling on your couch while sipping from your mugs. She would rave to you in a way- about her favourite books, her theories, things she’s seen. It was all very amusing.

- she’s sorta delusional. but she’s also not. definitely not actually, but she definitely acts like it at times.

- sometimes you’d try to give her some sort of hint you liked her, simple things like being slightly more affectionate or going out of your way to make her laugh. She never really saw your advances, not until you actually confessed to her.

- on other times, she’d like to try and give a hint to YOU which you wouldn’t notice either. She would try to impress you with knowledge over random things, she’d try and say something to make you smile, or laugh.

- some days, you two would get caught up. Sitting outside watching the sky, and all of a sudden the two of you are now holding hands. Not a word is said but there’s meaning to it, to this very moment.

- not long after that had happened, you felt like some sort of weight was carried from your shoulders. You felt breezy, happy, you couldn’t be more confident. And confident you were, you knew you had to confess.

- betty was actually having a very similar feeling, on the way to tell you and about to knock on your front door- when you pull it wide open and begin to step out. The two of you knock into each other sending you tumbling backwards onto your arse.

- “oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to- i’m so clumsy-“ Betty furrowed her eyebrows as she hurriedly grabbed at your hand and attempted to pull you up, only somehow ending up on the ground beside you. The two of you laughed, sharing the moment together.

- “what made you come here in such a rush?” You would ask her “I just came to tell you something, actually.” Betty rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly before huffing and wearing a newfound confidence “I like you. A lot.” Betty announces.

- you were happy, you were confused, you were happy though. “Really? You do?”

- she loves cuddling with you. She will have you lie down on top of her while you’re both either lying on the couch or sitting up in bed.

- she likes it when you play with her hair, it really makes her smile. You will play with it a lot absent-mindedly, not even realising what you’re doing half the time.

- she will get into whatever you’re into, or she will at least try to. You like a show? She’s watching it. You like a book? She’s reading it. You’re into cars? And suddenly she will be studying them closely.

- she will give you a lot of compliments just out of nowhere, she will see you when you’ve just woken up and tell you you’re beautiful. She will compliment things you’re doing as well, saying you’re doing great when you’re preparing food or even vacuuming.

- she likes to hold your hand in public, it’s just a sweet romantic gesture for her - as well as a way to make sure neither of you wander off. Occasionally in the past, the two of you would sometimes get curious seeing something and would quietly wander away, freaking out the other.

- she loves doing thrilling things with you! Cliff diving, deep sea diving, roller coasters.. you name it, the two of you did it.

- she will take you on many dates. Many.

- she will show you all the places she knows of that she thinks you might like, maybe a spot in this forest, or a simple pond you didn’t know existed nearby your house.

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NSFW (Neutral Bit)

- she loves it when you touch her boobs, like I’m sorry but it’s true. She loves it, she lives off it. you will both just be doing something and then suddenly your hand will be resting on her chest, she loves it.

- she likes it when you kiss her neck, suckling on the skin leaving dark red and purple marks. she likes the sting of it afterwards too. after sex she will be looking at the marks for hours in the mirror, her fingers trailing over the darkest spots and hissing from the slight pain - that she couldn’t help enjoying.

- grab her hips. do it.

- I think she’d totally be a switch, doing either one depending on how you felt.

- she likes seeing you in lewd positions, even in everyday situations where you’re not even trying to be sexy- like when you’re bent down on the floor looking for something, or on your knees for something.

- always trying to find new ways to please you, ranging from trying tricks she’s read about - or heard about, to trying out a new kink.

- she’s an experimentalist. Totally is. She would try anything at least once- or twice.

- she loves riding. Idgaf, wether you’ve got your own cock or you’re wearing a strap. She loves to just sit on top of you and grind her hips against it.

- likes to do a lot for play.

- she will tease you heaps. Heaps. Her hands may graze your upper thigh, she may already be between your legs denying you of your orgasm, she may be degrading you as you whine against her- it doesn’t matter. She finds excuses to do it all the time, and then lie and say she was doing something innocent “I didn’t just graze my hand over your crotch, I was-.. dusting you.”

NSFW (if you have a vagina or boobs)

- she will suck on your tiddies. she likes playing with them during sex, she will grope them, pinching your nipples, tongue flicking out to lick one of them.

- she loves fingering you, she likes the way your tight cunt takes her in so nicely. she loves the way your juices coat all over her fingers. also loves the way you moan for her when she fingers you.

- loves eating you out?? she will be between your thighs at any time of the day, she is at your beck and call.

NSFW (if you have a penis)

- she likes to suck you off, she will look so sweet and pretty as she drools over the head of your cock.

- she looks really pretty when she’s on her knees looking up at you, looking at you through her long blissful eyelashes.

- she often likes to be on top, riding you to her hearts content. her perky breasts bounce as she grinds her hips against your length, it looks real cute too.

#adventure time smut #fionna and cake #send requests #adventure time #fionna and cake smut #fionna and cake x reader #adventure time x reader #adventure time x reader smut #send asks #anon ask #anon answered #anon request #betty grof #Betty grof x reader #Betty grof smut #Betty grof x reader smut #headcanon

[notiddygxthgf]

TRUST ISSUES (HER)

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: none (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HI! im not crazy about how this chapter turned out, ngl... BUT ITS A NECESSARY SEGWAY INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER. plz stay tuned and bear with me while I try to acclimate myself to this new writing style.

★ w.c.; 5.4k

my kinda love; chapter index

WHEN YOU CAME HOME, YOU made sure to shut the door quietly behind you. The apartment looked empty, dimly lit, but the faint sound of music playing from the end of the corridor told you otherwise. Your roommate had undoubtedly made it home before you.

Being a stripper was a blood-sucking job. It paid well – as well as a job could pay

Your fatigue was heavy on your shoulders. Still, the moment you heard Nicki Minaj playing – even at this hour – you had the strength to muster up a tired smile. You dropped your duffle bag right on the floor, setting your stiletto heels down with a similar clatter.

“I’m home!” You shouted.

The music paused. After a brief moment of silence, a door cracked open, and your bubbly, brown-haired roommate came walking towards you. 

“Roomieeeee!” Nobara sang, arms wide open. Clearly, she wanted a hug – and though you weren’t entirely too interested in being hugged by a drunk person, you let her have it. She pulled away with a loud sigh, complimenting your performance from earlier, “You were so good tonight! You were on fire!”

You laughed quietly, sheepishly, letting her put the distance between the two of you. (She was a sappy drunk. You knew better than to push her away). “Thanks, Nobie.”

“Did you hear me?” She asked. She walked away from you, but only to rest her tailbone against the top of your shared couch. Her brown hair was clipped back into a… whatever those hairstyles with claw clips were called. “I was screaming for you, did you hear it?”

“A bit hard to hear you over the music, Nobie,” You sighed. Moving past the girl, you made out for the bathroom. You could still feel the fucking club grime all over you – there was nothing you wanted more than a warm shower in that moment. A nice, long bath to soothe your tired bones. 

But, alas, you were a University student. A Psych major, at that. Your schedule didn’t allow such liberties. Especially not during midterms. 

“Did your friend like the show?” You asked over your shoulders, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on. The pitter-patter of the water against the tub sounded like rain to you – comforting, calming, familiar, just like the pink, tiled walls that the apartment had come with (that Nobara has insisted the two of you keep). “What’s his name, the birthday boy…”

“Yuuji?” She answered, poking her head through the bathroom door quickly before continuing down the hall to her room. Judging by the plush, navy blue robe she was donning, she was about to settle into bed. 

Itadori Yuuji – pink-haired idiot with a charming smile and a sweet personality. You knew him well, though not on a name basis. You had seen him countless times during his visitations with Nobara, your beloved roommate. You weren’t entirely sure what it was that Nobara did, or what sort of school she went to, but you knew Itadori was some sort of classmate of hers. Apparently, she was bound by some sort of NDA, and was not at discretion to disclose any specifics. 

You didn’t ask. Shit, you didn’t like talking about your night job. As such, you never felt the need to press her about what she did in her free time. You considered her to be your closest friend nevertheless. 

You weren’t a very social person, though, so it’s not like she had much competition in that regard.

“Yeah. He have fun tonight?” You called back to her. Observing your tired reflection in the mirror, you undid your pigtails, finally letting your hair fall down out of its holders. Your scalp tingled in gratitude. With the slightest hiss, you massaged the top of your head with your fingers, long, manicured nails tangling in the knots of your hair. When you couldn’t get them free, you decided to cut your losses – this was clearly a matter you would have to settle in the shower.  

Nobara’s response was slightly delayed, resonating from the other room down the hall. “He loved it! He wound up blacking out, though. Our teacher was egging him on, and he drank a lot more than he probably should have.”

“That white-haired guy, right?” You answered. Shedding the tee shirt and biker shorts you had changed into after your shift at the club right onto the floor, you stepped over the pile and slid the flimsy curtain open (It was a gag gift from one of Nobara’s friends – on its surface, it had a pixelated, compressed image of a werewolf staring earnestly up at the moon). “I think he’s a regular.”

You extended your leg into the tub. The moment the first droplet of water made contact with your foot, you fought the urge to groan. Those stilettos did a number on you. The warmth always did wonders for your sore muscles. You stepped fully into the shower. You would have to make this quick.

You let the water run through your hair, your scalp – wash the grime away and down the drain as it trickled down your body. Once your hair had been sufficiently soaked, you uncapped your favorite coconut milk shampoo and slathered it over the top of your head. You massaged the product into your scalp.

“Is he?” She asked. You didn’t doubt that the liquor had affected her thinking process, as sober Nobara would most likely have agreed with you. Apparently, the guy was a massive slut.

“I see him around a lot,” You called back. Thank god you had left the door open a crack, otherwise Nobara most likely would not have been able to hear you over the sound of you working the shampoo deep into your roots. You rinsed it down the drain a moment later. “He’s never sat through one of my shows, though. Usually comes for the girls who’ve been there longer.”

In hindsight, there had to have been boundaries set up at some point. That’s what ultimately led you and your best friend to where you were today – roommates who were so comfortable with one another that there was never a wrong time for a conversation. 

You squirted some coconut milk conditioner into your palm, smoothing the stuff over your hair to your roots. “I see him with this guy sometimes. Real fine – talk, dark, handsome.”

Nobara took another moment to answer. Nicki Minaj’s music continued playing, though at a much lower volume than before. 

“I wonder who that is!” She replied. 

You wondered, too. Shit, you wouldn’t mind if he were a regular. The guy was devilishly handsome – a pale fellow with long, black hair that cascaded down over his shoulders. You had seen him around, but rarely up close. From what you had seen, however…

Again, you wouldn’t mind if he became one of your regulars.

The man you had seen tonight, though…

“Nobie, who’s that blond guy you came with tonight?” You asked her rather suddenly, brushing the conditioner through your hair. While you let it soak in, you pumped some body wash onto your pink loofah. You scrubbed until your entire body was coated in the pleasantly scented suds. Until you felt somewhat clean (even if you felt you could never truly scrub the shame and grime of being paid to twerk in front of an audience away). 

You thought of a man in the crowd who you had seen tonight during your routine – while you were scanning the audience for someone clean-looking to touch for the next verse of the song. Someone who didn’t look like they could potentially be a carrier of the Human Papillomavirus. 

That’s when you saw him. Handsome. Blonde. Well dressed. Chiseled features that contorted with interest while you cartwheeled around the stage. Not a hair on his person was out of place. He looked like he smelled expensive. He looked expensive.

You recalled the way his eyes flitted over your arched form when you bent into the audience to gently caress the side of his face. His skin was soft – so soft, without even the slightest hint of stubble on his face. His dark brown eyes were like fire to your icy resolve. You almost wished it had been his birthday instead.

Shit, that’s a man you wouldn’t mind giving a lapdance.

“Who?” Nobara asked, snapping you out of your daydream (Night dream?). She sounded closer this time, like she was right there in the bathroom with you. You didn’t doubt that she was. “Nanami-sensei?”

You worked a decent sized amount of castile soap between your palms until it frothed up, then used the soap to clean your intimate areas. 

“That the one teacher who you claim never smiles?” You grinned. “Dressed all prim and proper at a strip club?”

“That would be him,” She answered, just beyond the curtain. “He looked like he was feelin’ you, though. That’s saying something.”

“Shit, I’m trying to feel him too,” You joked back. Partially. That man was fine as aged wine. You would venture to say he was a DILF. “He married?”

Nobara hummed. You knew she was most likely shrugging. “Dunno,” She answered. “I don’t really know anything about him, actually. ‘Cept the fact that he’s, like, 30.”

You washed the soap off of your body. “I’d still let him hit.”

“You need a fucking therapist,” Nobara replied. “For a psychologist, you sure do–”

“Not yet,” You laughed. “Psych major.”

“Same shit,” Came her retort. “He’s 9 years older than you.”

You rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. When your half-assed shower routine was finished, you turned the water off, reaching for the pink towel you kept on the side of the wall. When you retrieved it, you dried your body off and tied your hair up into a turban. 

“Calm down, I’m not crossing paths with him any time soon,” You sighed. Sticking your hand out of the side of the shower, you made a grabby gesture. “Pass me my robe.”

There was a faint rustling sound on the other side of the curtain, and then Nobara’s arm was reaching into the shower and handing you your pink, waffle-textured robe. You murmured a quick thanks before slipping into it and tying the strap around your waist.

When you stepped out of the shower, Nobara was right back at the sink, bent over ever so slightly while she tapped skin care products onto her face. She was using one of her new Korean skincare creams you had been dying to try. 

So, naturally, you swiped some onto your finger and smoothed it into your face. Immediately, you felt the product seep deep into your pores, leaving your skin feeling refreshed and replenished. 

Nobara didn’t even look twice at you. You loved the peculiar bond you shared with her.

“Enough about my taste in men though,” You sighed. Reaching into the sink cabinet, you produced your own set of serums – deciding that you would do the full 7-step routine tomorrow and stick to the basics for now.

Basics, of course, meaning the caffeine gel you put under your eyes to conceal the clear indicators of your terrible sleep schedule. 

You continued, “I’m gonna do some homework on the couch.”

Then, as quickly as you had clocked out of your shift at the strip club, you clocked into your study shift. You left the bathroom, searching the living room for your laptop. It was, of course, right where you had left it – on the couch, where you had your last study session.

You flopped onto the coach. The moment your body sank into its warm, plush embrace, you stuffed your face into the cushion and groaned. You had been on your feet almost consistently for the past four days. It felt so fucking good to finally relax.

Well, kinda.

Rolling onto your side, you propped the laptop open. Your fingers ghosted over the touchpad while the screen booted up, then over the keys as you typed the word “Canvas”.

The familiar tiles appeared on your screen once more, each one bearing a letter grade no higher than a C.

It wasn’t easy, making ends meet. You had been on your own ever since you were eighteen. Your mother wasn’t the worst , but she wasn’t exactly the best, either. You all but made a run for it the moment you were able to leave home behind. You enrolled in a University, even though your highschool GPA had been less than desirable. Still, to your surprise, you got in. Completely alone hours away from your hometown, you struggled to adjust to the terrain. 

You couldn’t afford housing, even with all of the grants and scholarships you had received, so you put up a posting on Facebook about needing a roommate. Surely enough, Nobara had reached out a few days later with an offer of one empty bedroom for you.

The two of you had been together ever since. The perpetually stressed Psych student and her bubbly, trade school roommate. She pulled in a great deal of revenue (somehow), and you did your best to pull your own weight, leaving your job as a waitress to strip for a living.

What? It worked well within your schedule, and it paid really well.

The couch dipped with a sudden presence. Nobara folded her legs up, reaching for the remote and putting Netflix on. “Wanna watch something sappy or something funny?”

You hummed quietly, clicking on your To-Do list. Five essays glared back at you. You sighed. “Something funny.”

Gotta love University, right?

You watched the scented glitter spray melt into your skin. You felt a little sore, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t already used to. As long as you could get up on that stage in five minutes and put on a sparkling, shimmering show, then you would be able to rake in enough tip money to inch one step closer to quitting this shit hole. 

You sprayed a little extra over your breasts, just for good measure. Your outfit today consisted of a lacy black bikini set, one with an equally lacy corset belt. The garters around your thighs were tight – they had to be – biting into your skin with a dull sting.

Eyes flitting up to your reflection, you froze. You could hardly recognize who you were some days. Your eye bags were covered, concealed by a good old, trusty foundation. They looked more lively, in fact – rimmed with black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow. Your lips were painted a deep shade of burgundy.

Admittedly, you looked sexy as hell.

You smoothed your hands over your attire for the evening. It flattered your waist, that was for sure. 

Your favorite coworker, Suzie, was flipping through a glossy magazine at the makeup desk right next to yours. Her hair was done up into a messy bun, a few hairs cascading down the back of her neck and over her plush breasts. She glanced into your mirror out of the corner of her eye.

"How’s finals goin’ for ‘ya?" She inquired, sucking her teeth and then turning the page. “Have any exams yet?”

"They’re goin’, I s’pose," You answered dejectedly. You were struggling to make ends meet, truth be told – both academically and financially. "My exams don’t really start for another two or three weeks, but the studying don’t ever stop. You know how it is."

You noticed the way her brow quirked, though the woman made no effort to tear her eyes away from the page. She was pretty – effortlessly pretty. It almost made you jealous. 

"I wish I could say I do," She remarked. “Missed my chance on that one.”

“Don’t say that, Suzie,” you tutted quietly, tapping the concealer beneath your eyes to make sure that it was in place. When you completed that task, you turned to her, saying, “It’s never too late to go to school. The county college offers plenty of scholarships and has rolling admission.”

“Maybe some day,” She replied. Her eyes finally lifted from the page. “You look cute tonight.”

You dabbed your finger into the black eyeshadow pan, applying the deep shade to the outer corners of your eyes. You used your acrylic nail to shape it into a subtle, smokey point.

"Need these tips to come in clutch,” You replied, clicking the palette shut. “Hopefully I find me a sugar daddy, who knows?”

Your attention turned to your phone, which was now buzzing haphazardly on the edge of your desk. You recognized the name on the screen – and you didn’t like it. With a sigh, you answered the phone.

“What do you want?” You asked.

The line was quiet for a moment, then filled with the words, “I miss you.”

“I told you to stop calling my line,” You said.

He – Darren – chuckled. “You know you don’t really want that, baby.”

“Not your baby,” You interjected. Keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder, you touched up your lipstick. “And don’t tell me what I want.”

“I don’t get to tell you the truth?”

“No, you don’t,” was your clipped response. “You lost that privilege when you stepped out on me, dick.”

“I told you she ain’t mean anything to me, baby, honest,” He added. “I’m not askin’ for forgiveness, though. I just wanna talk.”

“About what?” You snapped back. “I’m working.”

“About you getting your shit,” He said. “You left your makeup brushes at my house. Wanna come pick them up?”

You knew it was a bad idea. You knew it was a terrible, horrible idea to go back there. You had half a mind, in fact, to let him keep the damn brushes. You knew one thing would lead to another, and then it wouldn’t be long before you were being led right back to his bedroom. 

Still, you really wanted those brushes.

“Alright, I can come after my shift,” You sighed, biting your bottom lip. “But no funny biz this time. I’m getting my shit and then I’m goin’ right home.”

“Yeah, sure,” He laughed. Like he knew. “You know nobody else give it to you like I can. That’s why you keep coming around.”

You hung up on him. 

"’That Darren?" Your friend asked somewhere off to the side.

You smoothed your hands over the semi-slick back ponytail you’d done. “Yeah. He wants me to come over to pick up my brushes.”

You could hear her turning the page slowly. "No idea why you’re even entertaining him anymore."

"That makes two of us," You grinned. “He’s good for two things.”

“The dick can’t be that good, I promise you," She continued. She tapped the corner of her red lips, fixing the lipstick that had begun to migrate. "They’re very replaceable. Hell, I got mine for twenty dollars off the clearance bin at Spencer’s."

"Dildos can’t dirty talk the way he can," You said. 

"Damn straight. They whine a whole lot less, though," The older girl sighed. "Last a hell of a lot longer than ten minutes, too.”

You stood atop your unsteady, bruised feet – platform stilettos adding an extra nine inches to your regular height. “I'm next, girl. I gotta bounce.”

“Sandra’s on right now, ain’t she?” She asked. 

“I’m working V.I.P. tonight,” You said rather matter-of-factly. “Wish me luck.”

Then, smoothing your hands over your outfit, you began walking towards the door at the back of the room.

“Give them hell, kid,” She called after you.

Give them hell, you reminded yourself, pausing just before grabbing the doorknob. You pushed the cold black door open. Alright, you sighed to yourself. Give them hell.

The doorway opened into a room with pink velour walls, where tired dancers slouched together on cherry red couches. Some of them were smoking, others were gossiping in groups. One of them had passed out at the far end of the room. You knew that the private rooms were 

You proceeded down the dim-lit corridor. When you arrived in front of the elevator, you pressed the upward-pointing arrow. The reflective black doors slid open. A few more giggling dancers moved past you. 

Working V.I.P. was your favorite. The men tipped well, and (save for the uncomfortable conversations and elaborate cocktails) you preferred the more intimate environment. You weren’t too happy about being a stripper. Still, all things considered, the joint was pretty nice. You didn’t hate working there. 

When you were alone in the elevator, you quietly selected button three. You could feel yourself being pulled up the elevator shaft, and as you approached the third floor the bass of the music began to resonate through its walls. The doors opened one final time.

This never gets any easier, does it? You thought. You were in some strange sort of backstage area: small in size, but with a curtain at the end of the room. 

Two dancers entered the room through the curtain door. They wore the same outfit in different colors. One of them grabbed her wig and promptly tossed it off to the side. She collapsed onto the couch.

“All yours,” She panted. “They just ordered drinks and apps.”

You cleared your throat rather nervously as the girl walked past, “Thanks.”

Don’t forget your choreo , you reminded yourself. You took a brief moment to scan your own appearance. The bralette you were wearing accentuated the subtle curves of your body. You had dusted your skin with glitter before coming. 

You walked towards the exit -- or entrance depending on which way you were facing -- and gripped the fabric of the curtain in your shaking hand. With a small breath and then an exaggerated sigh, you pulled it back and walked out onto the stage. There was a provocative song blaring from the speakers. The raised area you were in dangled over the club, colors and flashing lights escaping into the lounge from above. 

In the front, the VIP lounge spanned about twenty yards in either direction. There was a long velour couch in the middle of the room facing the stage, where a few different booths full of men sat. They were being flocked by female dancers, all of which were entertaining the men in conversation.

You were elevated on a stage in front of them. There was a song playing, one you recognized all too well. 

You licked your lips, glancing up at the pole. When you wrapped your hand around it and began to walk around -- much to your surprise -- you heard a couple of hoots and whistles.

‘All she cares about is money in the city where she’s from’’

No one’s watching. No one is looking at me. You tried desperately to ignore their call, focusing instead on trying to lose yourself in the music.

‘Her intention is the paper,

She don’t need no fuckin’ love’’.

As you made your final round, however, you quickly realized how wrong you had been. Six pairs of eyes were staring back at you.

Your gaze raked over the audience. Your ankle hooked around the pole, and you brought yourself around until you sank to your knees. Dance like no one’s watching.

‘She’s spillin all this liquor, 

Tryna pass me all these cups,

Well baby girl, I’m zonin’,’’

Your eyes settled on the booth closest to the stage, where you recognized one of the club’s regulars. His hair – pearly white, caught the ambient lighting in a way that was hard to miss. 

Nobara’s teacher, you noted. Why is he here?

‘Somebody should have told her,’

You glanced over at the man he was sitting with. Narrow eyes obscured by peculiar glasses, chiseled cheekbones and jawline. His blond hair – framing his apricot skin – was done up carefully, perfectly, sweeping over his head like a ray of sunlight. You recognized him by his signature scowl.

“Who?” Nobara asked. “Nanami-sensei?”

Nanami. So that was his name.

He came back for more?

You supposed it fit him – a man who looked so serious. He looked as expensive as he always did; his button-down shirt looked like it was tailored specifically to fit the broad slopes of his shoulders. A wristwatch on his large forearm caught your eye.

His legs were spread open so casually, exuding this air of casual dominance that had you double-taking. His sharp eyes tailed your every move; intense, unwavering, aware. The end of a cigarette burned bright orange between his long, slender fingers.

‘ I popped one. Fuck it, I popped one.’

Statuesque features were illuminated by the light beneath you, colors dancing across the man’s face. When he saw you looking back, his brow quirked.

‘Oh, girl, I’m on one.’’

Something fiery bubbled in your gut. Mister Nanami, you noted. He’s looking at me. You felt yourself begin to fluster under his heavy gaze. He was staring, alright, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up.

‘Fuck it, I popped one, I popped one,

Girl I’m lying, I’m on a few,

Don’t you worry, this ain’t new.’

He seemed to have his eyes set on you and you alone, never mind the woman who was whispering sweet nothings into his ear, perched on the couch behind him.

‘Can we take this to your spot?

I’m on eviction number two,

Cause I popped one,’

You brought yourself down from the pole, gently touching a heel to the ground. You spread your legs apart, sticking your ass out away from the pole and then dragging your hand down its slippery metal surface. You arched your back as high as you could, feeling your way down the pole and leaving your entire backside exposed to the men.

You then made your way back up the pole, swinging yourself around and then rolling your hips against it. You told yourself to forget about him, forget about his handsome face and his heavy gaze. Yet, still, you found yourself glancing back to make sure you still had his attention.

‘Oh, fuck it, I popped one,

Oh yeah’

And you did. Nanami’s eyes glinted with something that made heat shoot down your core. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in the room, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t awaken something deep within you.

He put his cigarette up to his lips, taking a hit of it and then breathing the smoke into the air of the lounge. 

‘Trust issues,

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah…’

I’d so, totally let him hit. Stop that. What would Nobara think?

You would not allow yourself to be so easily swayed by his looks.

‘Do you know what’s going on over here?’

I’m going in for the kill. You thought. 

‘Have you even bothered to look?

Well, if you know, then let me know,

And we don’t gotta be runnin’ in these circles.’

Getting perhaps a little too bold, you let yourself down from the pole and descended the steps in front of the stage. He followed your movements with unwavering intensity, still like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike its prey.

Yeah , you swallowed, sliding your hands over your breasts, dipping teasingly beneath the cups and feeling your breath catch in your throat. Still got him.

‘In these circles

No more,’

You sauntered over to the man, dropping to your knees and crawling towards him. You could see the deep color of his eyes – though, very faintly – from here. Muddy brown hues seemed to glow under the blue lights as he watched you with avid interest. You took hold of both of his knees before promptly spreading his legs and sliding up to a standing position once more.

Fuck. You could smell his cologne – expensive, woody, spicy, intoxicating.

‘Trust issues. Trust issues,’

His eyes bore holes into your soul. You caught a glimpse of his tongue as it shot out to lick his lips.

‘Trust issues, Oh-woah, oh-woah.’

You felt eyes on you. Many sets of eyes. The only pair that mattered right then was his.

‘Trust issues, Ooh.

Trust issues.’

You slid your hands over the slope of your waist, swinging your hips around to the beat of the music. You hooked one leg over one of his and then dropped yourself into his lap. You could hear the way his breath hitched at the action, eyes widening behind round lenses. 

Slowly, assuredly, he took a hit of his cigarette.

He turned his head to the side; the sharp contours of his jaw caught your eye. His pink lips parted to release a mouthful of white smoke, a quiet breath that dissolved into a deep chuckle.

He seemed a bit tense, a bit confused. When he spoke, the bass of his voice caught you wholly off guard. “Hello there. ”

And, shit, you really had to remind yourself in that moment that this was a man who had quite a few years on you. He was a grown man and a teacher and… arguably the most attractive man in the establishment.

‘Oh yeah, Trust issues,

No more, trust issues.’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playfully dragging your ass across his lap. A pair of strong hands reached down to grab your hips. Shit, his hands were warm.

“ Nanami , I think she likes you,” The white haired Gojo-sensei, Nobara’s teacher, whistled, effectively failing at peeling the leader’s eyes away from your half naked form. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

Nanami eyed you up curiously. 

“ Mhm ,” He answered. His tone was certain. His eyes betrayed him – nervously flitting over your body. A pink hue dusted his cheeks. 

Do I fluster him?

Your knees nearly turned to jelly at the sound of his voice. You told yourself it was the anxiety that had gotten to you and not the fact that you hadn’t been so close to a man – a real man, a grown man – in your entire life. 

“You’re a bold one,” He mumbled, strong fingers tensing into your skin as a reminder. “Aren’t you?”

You leaned down, letting your tongue trace the tendons on his neck and stopping right when you reached the corner of his jaw. Your hands were braced on the couch behind him. A little further up, and then—

His friend – Gojo sensei – called for you. “Hey, gorgeous.”

You pulled away, then turned to him with a friendly smile (Only slightly disappointed that he had diverted your attention from Nanami. Slightly . Definitely). “Yeah?”

“You think we could order another round of drinks?” He answered, blue eyes creasing at the corners while he grinned. 

-

You returned to their table with the tray of drinks in hand, heart pounding in your chest like it was ready to burst through. Immediately, you felt eyes on you. One pair in particular more so than the rest. 

“Two glass-and-a-halfs of Merlot,” You announced, setting two large glasses of burgundy liquid onto the tabletop.

It was as if that man – Nanami’s eyes were undressing you, sending a shiver down your spine. You found it suddenly difficult to concentrate on the task.

“Don Julio, house Beer,” You set the two drinks down, followed by the last one. “Seltzer.”

The men reached for their respective beverages. His gaze lingered over your hand – you felt your mind be consumed by the attention you were receiving from such a powerful man.

He’s looking again.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” You asked. It was a standard question, of course. Nothing that wasn’t a part of the script that you were desperately holding onto tonight. 

“I apologize for staring at you, doll, I’m just trying to give you a compliment you ain’t already heard before,” The white-haired one hums, voice sending an electric current down your entire body. He was smoking a cigarette, just as his cohort had done earlier. His drop-dead gorgeous, rich-looking, delicious… handsome… cohort.

Focus. Focus on working, not on him.

“Thank you, sir,” You somehow managed to find the strength to reply, though it came out slightly breathless. After placing his Shrimp Cocktail in front of him, you lowered your head, avoiding his coworker’s heavy gaze with a red face.

As if he had sensed your discomfort – as if he had sensed you were thinking about him – The expensive-looking, blond coworker in question interjected. His sharp eyes were trained on the face of his wristwatch, . “Quit it, Gojo. You’re making her nervous.”

You were nervous, though it had nothing to do with Gojo’s antics.

Nanami now had his gaze fixated on the notepad clutched tightly in your palm. 

Gojo leaned back, taking a drag from his cigarette, breathing the smoke out in your direction. The sour scent swirled around you, making your head spin as your senses faltered. 

“Sorry, I’m just messin’ with ‘er,” He laughed. “No need to fret, Nanamin. I’m not into younger girls.”

You took a deep breath, mustering every ounce of strength to steady yourself. 

Go with it.

“It’s alright,” You answered. “Will that be all?”

“I’ll–”

“Yes, that will be all,” Nanami cut in before Gojo could spit it out. His face remained stoic, seemingly unphased by the white-haired man’s outburst. “Thank you.”

He’s nice to workers.

You struggle to meet his gaze directly, acutely aware of the allure his face seemed to have – the grasp it had on you.

You bowed in front of him– in front of them . “Excuse me.”

a/n: I did not like this. the next one will be sm better I swear. ANYWAY YALL KNOW THE DRILL. comment comment comment! let me know what you think about the story! I love chatting w you guys :)

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[marshmallowprotection]

Seven and mc with abandonment issues? Ngl the apartment days would be rough for me despite understanding damn well where his reaction comes from. Its already bad when i tend to overanalyze people's word and attitude towards me and think maybe im the one being sensitive over small thing

Saeyoung would hold a lot of guilt in his heart over his actions after learning about your fears. He never intended to hurt you. He wanted to show you that being with him would make you miserable, and even though his actions were wrong in every sense of the word, he thought it would be for the best. He witnessed his brother who was supposed to be protected, in a state of pain and agony the likes of which he had never thought imaginable, only because he loved him and wanted to protect him. 

What could stop the same fate from befalling you?

He made a promise to protect his brother and that promise was broken. What would happen if you decided to trust him in the same way? What if you were used against him by the agency? What if you were used against him by the same people who tortured his brother?

The only thing he can think about is what happens when people get close to him, and how much better off they would be if they never knew him in the first place.

That was the only reason why he wanted to push you away. He didn't want to push you away, but he thought that would be for the best if knowing him would give you the same suffering it gave his brother. It's hard enough to see his brother in pain, but to add you on top of that? He wouldn't be able to go on after that.

He doesn't want to abandon you, and it's the last thing on his mind. No matter how much he tries to be cruel to you with every agonizing second, his lies fail to convince you, don’t they?

He isn't a good liar when it comes to his genuine feelings for you. He couldn't lie to you even if he wanted to. He could lie to the rest of the world but he could never lie to somebody who makes his heart flutter like you do. It's a vulnerability, and as much as he's afraid of those, he has to admit you make him feel more alive than he has in his entire life. Your smile is everything to him!

There are plenty of people in this world who want to destroy him, and if they find out he has any vulnerability in his life, they will come after it and take it away before he has the opportunity to protect it. Why do you think he spent so much time on Meowy?

He purposefully created that robot to protect you even if he couldn't be in your life firsthand. It was supposed to make you smile and give you peace of mind when you couldn't have him. He made you a gift of his love... that he was afraid to admit because you could die. Meowy is a testament to the fact that he could never leave you behind. 

But, it doesn't remove his wrongdoing... you know that and so does he. What would happen in this situation is that it would reach a breaking point for you, and you would shut down in a way that he could not turn his back on.

The sound of your agonizing tears as you plead with him over and over to understand why he would want to leave you behind after spending so much time with you, so much happy time with you, would be enough to cut through his walls like a knife. Why? Why would he lie to your face with awful words?

Words that feel more and more like the truth the longer he says them even if you know better in your heart!

His poker face can only last for so long, after all. You would think that would make him want to pull away, even more, to go through with his plan, but his heart is much more soft than he wants to admit, and you have brought out a part of him he thought was dead. The part of his heart he thought he threw away long ago. The part of his heart that wants to love and be loved.

That would be the moment when he embraces you like he wanted to from the very beginning. His arms tight as you hear the sound of his sputtering heart for the first time as it speaks the truth. The truth of his love.

"I'm sorry, [Y/N]. I know that doesn't excuse what I've been doing, but I'm so afraid of losing you. I'm afraid I’ll lose you if you get too close to me. Look at what happened to my brother. It's hard enough to think about what happened to him right now and know that I am to blame in some capacity, and if that happened to you, I don't know what I would do to myself."

"I don't know what I’d do… I’d lose myself to my misery and anger. I thought it would be better if I pushed you away from me so that you could stay safe. But, I see that pushing you away hurts you and me way more than it would if I fought for us."

"I'm sorry. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you, and I'm sorry but I don't know how to be loved by another person. I want you, and I want to keep you safe, and I don't know the best way to do that. I know you want to look out for me, too, but for you to look out for me, I have to be able to look out for you. I don't want to leave you. I want to be with you forever. I just need time to figure out a way to make that work. I sold my soul already, and I don't know how to get it back. I want to give it to you…"

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[pupyuj]

some isa thoughts?

my baby finally!!!!! isa is so precious to meeee ya'll dont even KNOW 🥺🥺

hmmmm yk so far a lot of things i've seen that are written about isa (and what i mean by "a lot of things" is like.. two bcs nobody writes abt the stayc girls dkhdfkks </3) depicts her as like a hard dom but me personally im a sub-leaning switch isa enthusiast 🤭🤭 and im talking like 90% sub and 10% dom, girlie is not rlly into that dom/top lifestyle 😭 she likes sitting and looking pretty for you that's all!!!!

as for the things she likes, she's pretty vanilla?? isa's a love maker for sureee :(( she just wants to hold you close while she's taking everything you're giving her :( and she loveslovesloves hearing you say "i love you" while doing it, or just praises n cute nicknames in general 🥺🥺 i think calling her a "bitch" or a "slut" would turn her off or upset her sjdhfjdkf cuz sex is such an intimate act for her, isa doesn't like hearing all those bad things from her angel girlfriend's mouth !!

but she's not at all 'boring' i promise!! isa definitely leans more toward the soft kinks side 👀👀

she definitely likes throatfucking or maybe i'm projecting :(( like kneeling down in front of you while you're gagging her with your fingers :(( her getting wet at the way you held her jaw open with ur one hand while the other is shoved down her throat,,, AND WHEN I SAY SHE LIKES SEEING YOU FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR FINGERS THAT ARE COVERED WITH HER SPIT... but maybe you're punishing her (for no reason other than bcs you find it fun ofc, isa could never do anything wrong!!) and you're telling her that she can't touch you until she figures out what she did wrong and say sorry :(( but poor baby has no fucking clue you're joking so she's crying, pouting and begging for you to fuck her instead of yourself, bcs she knows it's instant forgiveness the moment your fingers are knuckle deep inside her </3

i also feel like she really is just very traditional? like no toys whatsoever, just your fingers and your mouth is enough <33

she a cat fr tho cuz why is she always on ur lap??! there could be more than enough space on the couch but nope, isa truly believes that her only seat is ur lap <33 and ofc that leads to you opening up her legs and fucking her while you're watching a movie and she's whimpering and shaking trying to hold back her moans bcs you wanna know what's going on in the film </3

ngl i kinda ran out ideas halfway through so this is a bit bland compared to my other stuff 😣 im sorry isa my baby i'll do better next time 👀

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[plasmasimagination]

Heyy girl hows it goingg! Congrats on ur amazinggg milestone. Totally deserved 🪼🪼 I was wondering if i cld get a matchup for genshin and hsr ! I totally loved the others u did.

I go by the she series and id love to be matched up w a hot man 🤤 my mbti is enfp and im a gemini! Im around 5’3 with tan skin and hv super grown out long dyed brown hair. I have 8 piercings total on my ears and i know im gna cop more next summer bless up. I wld say i def have a more summer oriented aesthetic i loveee me a tank top n shorts and bikini.

Im not surr what kind of personality i have .. but i think im a freak. I love to party nd go out w my friends obviii but i absolutely love spending time by myself bc im chill like dat. I think im pretty funny but i also follow my heart a lil too much and do whatever i want when i want, so i cant set boundaries w myself.. im def tryna work on that and have a healthy grindset and balance. Im down to do anything w my friends BUT im also a lil bit of bitch ngl… a lil bit of a hater if i see some weird activity in front if me

I love the beach and summer and drives with loud music playinggg. My ideal day is a warm summer day on the beach with some Js and scrolling thru the x reader tag on tumblr on my ipad.

My interests are surfing and paddleboardinf!! Im super into gymming and looking up wikipedia horror movie summaries. Im pursuing health rn too 😜 and i try to write in my free time but it never works out LOL. I also love thrifting and flea markets and im down to rage if u are 🤙

If i had a short life id probably honestly spend it at home w the fam and w my dog and w all my friends. Id love to do some epic in state road trips or have bonfires by the beach. i think itd be sick to be surrounded by all the simple things i love.

When it comes to my love life…. Erm… i definitely can be attracted SO easily but im quick to find icks tbh. I dont think i fall in love easily but i definitely get high on the possibility of it. Lets just say im hard to get and hard to want 😈 My ideal type is someone whos athletic and good at math and is FINE AF. My lovr language is quality time (i LOVE ft) so someone whos willing to do stuff w me is a plus. I think i also like someone who can match my speed and humor bc i hate miscommunication and awkwardness

Thanku sm if u decide 2 do my req! ⭐️⭐️

Hello there fellow darling >:)

As for your request, I would say I found just the right manz for you, but i didn't, so work with them a bit and they'll be vibing with u in no time(ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

So let's go

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AL HAITHAM

Smart collected calm and rational, just to balance you out

introvert x extrovert

He's definitely impressed by your carefree attitude, and often gets dragged into your small adventures, he might complain around a bit but he doesn't mind as much as he says he does

Hes confused as to how you have the energy to go out to parties and surfing and everything, he's just way too tired to even think about such things, so he'll prefer to watch you from the distance, in the comfort of a chair and a good book

Listen listen, I know I know, he's pissy and awkward, but I like to think he wouldn't be like that in a relationship, and is actually very good at communication and explaining his struggles and emotions

It might take him a bit to trust you but when he does, he's a good partner

He might not be able to match your humour, but he can match your speed, he's very efficient.

And if that relationship doesn't work out, do try with kaveh, because that could work out more (and yes i did just recommend to get with with your matchups roommate)

MR.RATIO

Nerd x his cool partner

This one is more to match your vibe kind off

He's a sassy and confident dude

He'll definitely be a fan of your bitchy attitude , he likes dealing with bests

Can match your energy, occasionally, sometimes not sometimes yes, but most of the time he'll just follow you around and watch you do your hobbies and interests while reading something

Cold colour dressed boyfriend x summer dressed partner, just perfection

He's an ambivert after all, so he can keep up with your trips and enjoyments, but sometimes will distance himself off to a corner to recharge his energy

Generally he's the first that came to mind when I saw your request so consider it fate

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[froggo-tea]

I love how adorably you draw Xero. For me it is difficult to draw him so expressively, so how do you do it?

Waaaa thank u so much!!! Truly one of the best compliments I could ever receive :)

To be completely honest, I’ve been drawing Xero for like 2 years now or like a year and a half. Practicing has made me understand how I want to portray his character and the personality he has (or that I’ve given to him) in a way I don’t really acknowledge it, like, my hands know how to but my mind doesn’t- if that makes any sense lol

I still struggle to draw him from time to time, sometimes I feel like I do the same doodle lol. I guess exaggerating face features and moving them around is my way of doing it. Like I move his eyes a lot, every doodle of him has different eyes. I also add that little “brow” line on top to indicate the feeling better (just that one line can change the way he looks! which is impressive and a ur scary-) Playing around with poses too, even if you are just doing from the chest up twisting the body around helps, not just making him stiff in a straight line, certain poses can reflect someone’s personality! Like the way you stand is different from the way others stand (some out all their weight into just one leg, some have their hands crossed, etc etc) and that can show the way you act.

Sometimes I draw a little fang to show mischief for example! When his eyes are straight it means tiredness but when they are more tilted they look more angry, another example!

Im not a big expert on art and it’s hard for me to explain stuff to others but I hope this helps! We all start drawing something in a way you might not like, but slowly you get good at it! dw you’ll find your way!!

Ngl this made me look through my old doodles, so here’s how much I’ve grown to draw Xero!

These 2 doodle were done in November of 2022. The way I’ve drawn him has changed a lot actually- I hadn’t drawn him that much so these do feel a bit awkward- I hadn’t placed my art style on him yet, I was just using the in-game design.

Here are three others that I had done around 2023. I was getting more used to drawing him, tho I was still improving at drawing! The emotion I give him is expressed through his eyes cause he doesn’t really have a mouth lol- different shapes of eyes can help change what he’s feeling for me so yee.

And these are the last doodles I’ve done for him, literally drew these yesterday. I feel so comfortable drawing him now cause he’s just so funky and silky. His helmet is so hard to get use to drawing tho, I still find it a bit hard to draw his side view but hey I’m trying! (Also I tried redrawing the doodle of Xero on a throne-)

Tbh I’m really happy that you think he looks expressive!!! I always tell myself I gotta add more emotion to him and not letting him have an emotionless face, so I’ve been forcing myself to add more and more feeling slowly lol.

I don’t really know the exact way of adding more expression tho, kinda just guessing why it may look like that. Sometimes, I just do it. So, keep practicing! It’s what every artist tells other artists but it’s true, sadly lmfao.

Thank u again!! As the self-proclaimed #1 Xero hk fan (which lol probably I’m not but I love him to much so I like to think it as that-) I am thankful that you’ve acknowledged my incredible skills at drawing this silly fool.

#I hope this helped lol I’m so bad at explaining myself- #hollow knight #hk xero #art

[useless-donut]

oh my god i played through both endings of astarions companion quest and spoilers below - it's really just an extremely long ramble

btw i just mean the finale of his quest, not the ending after the whole game

BOTH ARE SO DEVASTATING AND IM OBSESSED WITH BOTH OPTIONS

i rly like to play like im rping my tavs personality so that'll influence the end i go with on other playthroughs but woof

i love that larian gave us the one consequence that might make the power of ascension not worth it... fundamentally changing how astarion relates to and treats us. i REALLY thought id be chill with this option bc i love a power hungry man & my tav would die for him, but it hit SO much harder than i thought it would. maybe also because it was 2 am. but like im obsessed with the difference because of course it changes him—the man emotionally devastated by seeing his past victims deciding to condemn them all, and 6,000 other souls, for the allure of power and safety? and then reaching that unlimited power?

on one hand, seeing him lose that mix wariness & fondness & softness & bravado was GUTTING but also its very sweet that despite basically ascending to vampire godhood, he so badly wants to keep you around. even if, at the moment, he is still wrapping his head around his power and doesn't really see you as an equal lover anymore, vs. an item arguably at the top of things he wants

the lines where he stays hes toootally joking about calling you a pet and that you'll be too obedient for him to need to compel you, and his desire to keep you as a thrall & not give you agency... those are the lines that really killed me and sold the idea that our relationship was fundamentally altered. the "i love you... is what you want to hear, isnt it?" is also brutal, but astarions almost verbatim said that before lmao so i dont mind it as much, hes just silly

the break up options were really satisfying tho ngl and i love that theres two routes where you apologize for even bringing it up and you stay together, when in the past he'd act shocked if you ever chose to be with him

this ending also REALLY made me want to write a self insert (tav insert) fix it fic where you dump him for being a condescending asshole and after a long period of time and yk pining and mourning on your part, astarions going to finally decide maybe he does want a lover with agency and have like this nice slow burn of his personality resurfacing through all that power

like the vampire ascendant astarion rly felt like it was just like 900 tons of power smooshed into an astarion skin suit, and i love the idea that he would find his way back to himself eventually (but maybe after losing you... so sad... maybe he will come back and do the worst approximation of begging youve ever seen...)

anyway for the other ending, i mean. if youve gotten there you know what i mean. its lovely and bittersweet bc consequences and i think larian went a little too hard on selling us that this was the "good" outcome. however. i dont actually care because i played through it after the former version and WOW it was like the most relieving thing ever? to see him acting like himself again, and also very sweet to see how he relates to us afterwards. really up in my feels about how much he trusts us and also relied on us in that moment to remind him of his priorities. as he both he and us were perfectly aware he is exactly the type of personality to be absolutely corrupted by absolute power lmao (which is cute of him)

i thought it was also very interesting that in that moment you persuade him, he approves—like even in the heat of the moment, he didnt truly want to forget everything he cared about outside of safety and power. i didnt get an approval notif for him when i helped him go through with it, but it could just be bugged lol. anyway i rly love that that moment shows so clearly how ascending is a decision driven by fear and hunger for power, not by considering what he wants out of life

anyway my unfiltered thoughts:

we know a great deal about astarions wants and fears and desires from his story

- he desires freedom more than anything

- but that's not ALL he desires. it's freedom in abstract, but also freedom to be himself and to have a sense of who he even is in the first place. he know he deeply mourns losing touch with who he was when he was alive

- he fears being controlled by others, but has also never shown desire to control others in return

- he wants real intimacy & partnership and was afraid he couldn't figure out how to do it, how to relate to any of it without being coerced

because of all this, i do think the ascended vampire is more tragic for him. as an individual, he is happier, but as astarion, the person we've been getting to know—his new life doesn't meet his needs any better than the non-ascended version does. he'll talk about being free, but all he wants to do is... subjugate the world? control everyone and everything around him? like since when?

what really stood out to me is this man who LOVED the sun, missed it in the underdark, was amazed by seeing baldurs gate in light, he wants to cover everything in darkness. for his thralls he supposedly cares for (after sacrificing 7,000 of them for this power)

imo he gained a lack of fear and he gained safety, but the other things he wanted he didnt rly get, which i have more thoughts on than i really want to write here

umascended, he is still free, maybe less safe but that safety is in his control now, at least. and he probably could still swing a castle and an eternal lover if he wanted (did he even become a full vampire? i feel like he must have somewhere along the way) ngl.

anyway to sum it up, i love him so much both directions and will follow him around forever like a puppy regardless of what path he takes

#astarion spoilers #astarion romance

[cutie-cix]

im back 😌can u write the members reaction to u wearing their clothing? since they’re all so tall yk hehe. u can make it nsfw if you’d like! tysm ❣️

Welcome back 😌😌

Oops I’m gonna make almost all of them nsfw cause it’s that kind of night, seunghun’s is pure fluff tho 🥹

Byounggon

Honestly just wants to wrap you in his arms the second he sees you in his hoodie

Literally calls you cute so so so much every other sentence is basically “You’re so cute y/n”

But like it starts to hit him that it’s not just that you’re cute, he’s also turned on

Tries so hard to be subtle about it but his hands start to wander under the hoodie to touch you

Leans in to kiss you sweetly but ends up shoving his tongue down your throat

And oops next thing you know he’s eating you out on the couch

Seunghun

He comes home from a long day of work to find you curled up on the couch in a blanket

He moves the blanket to tuck you in when he finds you in a sweatshirt he left for you the first time he went away after you started dating

The next time he went away, he left the sweatshirt behind for you to wear when you missed him, it was a new tradition

He’s in awe, finding you on the couch in the sweatshirt after a long day of work

He grabs another blanket from his bedroom and puts it over you to keep you warm, and lets you sleep

Lots of kisses when you wake up, you’re so cute when you sleep!!

Yonghee

After a night spent together, he wakes up early to make you breakfast

You wake up & scour his drawers for something to put on

You find a button down shirt and decide to put it on with nothing under it

The second you come out, his eyes are locked on you

He’s so subtle when he’s horny I just know it

You approach him and give him a peck and he’s completely thrown off

“What’s up?” You ask. His hands are glued to your waist as he looks you up and down.

“You’re just… wow. You’re stunning.”

You bite your lip and that’s it— he’s grabbing your hand and dragging you right back into the bedroom

Pins you against the wall for sureee

He’s never this forward with you but something about you wearing a dress shirt of his with nothing underneath is just so irresistible

Jinyoung

loves LOVES the thought of you in his stuff

Hoodies, hats, sweatpants, shirts, anything at all and he’s melting over you

But I feel like his fav is his hats & jackets

Will meet you after work for a lil date and find that you’re in his hat

He’s all possessive of you and his hat, acting as though he’s annoyed

But the way he’s kissing you rough tells a different story

And the second you get home you face the consequences of what happens when you take your boyfriend’s hat 😳

Hyunsuk

You borrow steal a pair of his sweatpants

BOY are you in for it when he gets home and finds you on the couch

We all know his legs are long asf so the pants are massive on you

Ngl, he gets flustered

When you’re in any piece of clothing of his, he automatically loves it, but his favorite sweatpants?? Paired with a cute lil crop top???

His mind goes straight to the gutter… size kink kicks in

“They’re so big on you, baby. You need help getting them off?”

Oops he’s eating you out on the couch 😳

#cix x reader #cix drabbles #cix yonghee #yonghee x reader #cix hyunsuk #cix hyunsuk x reader #bx x reader #byounggon x reader #cix byounggon #bae jinyoung x reader

[random-cryptid]

*crashes in here* ok ik i havent been here in a bajillion years and i am so sorry for that and unloading a small novel on you dgkdgkh

but i had the dumbest thought. imagine tryna teach the sanderson's modern stuff. cuz i just saw a selfship post that said something along the lines of studying with your fo (fictional other. like a significant other, but its a fictional character instead of an actual human sgshdh) and now all i can think about is attempting to teach winnie, mary, and sarah all the stuff ive learned over the years

im not sure who'd find which subjects the most interesting. i dont have any art textbooks but i do have some notes from art history and waaayyy too many art supplies and i'd be happy to teach mary and sarah about art history and how to use some of the things i have (assuming i remember how to use thems). i think winnie would be fascinated by science! theres some branches of it like chemistry that feel a lot like magic, but i.... dont have access to things like that nor the smarts to even attempt to do chem (i do have access to vids so theres that at least), so it'd be hard to teach her that. i do have some anatomy and biology books that i think she'd like, and i have so many space books and i am dying to share them with all three of them holy dhit.

as for history, i think all three of them would be fascinated by it. theres been so many things that have happened since they died the first time around as well as so much that happened before they were born or happened when they were young but on the other side of the world.

plus, maybe some of what im talking to them about would help stick in my own brain easier so thats a bonus!

I am SO SORRY I'm answering this right now, but the past few weeks have been hectic to say the least 😭 I started Swedish clases lol.

Anyway YES I AGREE Mary but Sarah especially would be so interested in art methinks. Actually I believe Sarah is interested in fashion in some way (I hc that she made her own clothes and helped make Winnie's gown). And YES Winnie is so woman in STEM to me 😩 however I failed Chemistry every single year of high school lol BUT I was top of my class on Biology 😎 and actually think Sarah and Mary would be interested in Biology, although for different reasons (one for cooking and the other well... torture 😅).

OH YEAH HISTORY THAT'S SO FUN I think maybe they have an interest in different eras, Mary is definitely more of a contemporary girl (the way she picks up modern slang??? Scary). Winnie might be obsessed with the British Royal Family ngl 😭 I wonder what she'll think of Princess Diana. Now Sarah I'm not sure what she would enjoy from History 🤔 I mean ig fashion history or something idk 😭😭😭

ALSO ACTUALLY I REMEMBER WATCHING AN ALCHEMY VIDEO and it's pretty much Chemistry so. I think Mary would enjoy Chemistry too but maybe a different branch. Medicinal Chemistry perhaps? While Winnie is more of a Environmental Chemistry girl (since she literally can shoot lightning from her fingers I wouldn't be surprised she wanted to make a contraption to... Idk shoot fire as hot as the fucking sun)

#also obviously since Mary is already a walking fat stereotype lets not forget she's definitely interested in cooking #(well so am I. I am also a walking fat stereotype) #hocus pocus #hocus pocus 2 #asking the ghost #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #the sanderson sisters #mary sanderson #also Winnie is a resourceful girl she'll figure out how to make some chemical components and shit #where did she get them from? we'll never know

[m4rgera]

being married to jackass ★ headcannons

authors note : so sorry about the lack of works posted! ngl i ain’t even busy i just keep forgetting to write. sorry for no ehren or dave, theres will be coming soon!

chris ★

- so giddy about planning the wedding. every day he just has a new magazine he’s flipping through with flowers in it, finding venues, he’s genuinely excited about it.

- you didn’t really want a huge wedding but chris really wanted one, so you met in the middle.

- nothing much really changes after you get married (besides that chris wants a bunch of little pontius’ asap)

- will use any excuse to refer to you as his wife.

- loves the fact that you two are fr married.

- definitely cried at the wedding

- ofc you were excited to be married, but chris was ecstatic.

- always on set with him after that. you visited him before you were married, but after you started going as much as you could.

- you were already close but grew even closer.

- got married pretty quickly, only dated for around 6-11 months.

- “I'm just saying if the cake isn't chocolate ill be a little disappointed.”

bam ★

- mad embarrassed while proposing.

- and at the wedding, stuttering and fumbling over his words while reading vows. mf would be adorable.

- he can’t stop talking about it when you two are alone. the months leading up to it were hell, only cause all you would hear every day out of him was “wedding blah blah, honey moon blah blah.” ofc you loved it, but it gets a bit annoying after a month or two.

- the wedding was pretty small, but the honeymoon was over the top.

- so fucking sweet as a husband. 24/7 he’s just like “do you need anything? want any water?”

- mf is whipped HARD for you

- everyone teases him for it too.

- wouldn’t really want kids for a while.

- yall dated for probably about 2-4 years. wanted to wait just cause you both felt like you were a little young.

- also april did most of the planning, she was more excited to pick out the flowers and venue than for her own son actually getting married.

- “well is basically a given that im gonna be recording the entire wedding babe.”

johnny ★

- had a pretty small wedding. a couple of friends, mostly family though.

-your honeymoon wasn’t really that big either, y’all just wanted to get married and didn’t wanna spend a whole lot of time planning the wedding.

- feels horrible about spending so much time on work after the wedding, so he tries to focus more on you and family instead of work for a while.

- definitely wants kids but wants to wait until he can take time away from jackass + work until having any.

- yall were dating for what felt like fucking centuries. waiting like five-seven years to get married probably, mostly because you didn't have time for a wedding.

- takes his ring off before every stunt, he would feel horrible if he lost it and knows there's a chance it could fall off on set.

- a very cliche married couple, except you don't argue too much. when you do there very mundane things that never lead to huge arguments ofc.

- cant stop talking about you, kinda like bam. (:

- “trust me, y/n would think this is hilarious if they were here.”

- he tries to do fewer stunts that could seriously injure him.

steveo ★

- spent half of your wedding-planning budget on the ring alone. 

- really wanted to go all out on the proposal. he had rose petals, candles, fucking anything you can imagine.

- he really didn’t want a wedding, just wanted to get eloped right away.

- so that’s exactly what you did, you held a little celebration afterwards. otherwise there really was no wedding. mainly because he was really busy with filming/work.

- definitely had a wedding ceremony in the future tho.

- neither of you ever wanted kids, so that was pushed off the table very quickly.

- however a few dogs and cats…

- you were already living together prior to marriage but y’all like fr bought a house together.

- nothing romantic-wise really changed. legally you just had the papers now saying y’all were married/together.

- “i’m ok with a big wedding if your ok with a big wedding, but i’m also ok with no wedding at all.”

ryan ★

- know that show on tlc where it was these girls having huge ass weddings? that’s you, y’all had a big wedding just like that.

- i’m talking big poofy dress, long ass veil, big extravagant table centers at the reception, the whole package.

- i think you just decided it should be memorable, and if your gonna do it you gotta do it right.

- after the wedding kinda like chris he uses any excuse to refer to you as his wife.

- kinda like he’s proud to be married to you??? like in the most polite way possible he wants to show you off.

- you didn’t live together prior to marriage so ofc y’all had to buy a house.

- kinda on the edge with if y’all want kids or not . maybe later on after being married for a few years.

- y’all had been dating for a long ass time. like 5-7 years.

- “i’m just saying the bigger the diamond on the ring the better.”

#sorry if its bad im really fuckin high rn #jackass #bam margera #johnny knoxville #dave england #chris pontius #ryan dunn #ehren mcghehey #danger ehren #steve o #jackass forever #cky #viva la bam #wee man

[chaotic-average-child]

ngl i usually dont have problems with dash updates etc, i get used to it. but for the love of god the new one is just physically painful to use.

I already made a shitty edit of what i meant, but i wanted to improve now that im not fucking exhausted lmao

I am going to be critiquing the new UI, and comparing it to twt, and how poorly they pulled it off dont keep reading if u dont care/think im overreacting

and im not gonna sugar coat my opinion on it. please understand when u read.

Honestly its just bad, its a copy of twt, and I use twitter??? you'd think id have no trouble adjusting since ive used both since 2020. (tumblr first but ykno)

but it just feels totally wrong. the buttons are too small, compared to twitter's much larger ones, the change between the top bar with the post types vs the new +create button is just???

If it was about icons, you could make a form of hover to see what they do. but now it feels so much more painful to use. like i physically struggle to find shit on the new dash because tumblr decided to put shit in weird ass locations.

all the improvements supporters are talking about could have been done without messing with the whole site alignment.

(blogs censored cuz im digging into tumblr here like im not holding back and i dont want randoms being brought into smth)

This would have accomplished the exact same thing

(not perfect but i need to get my idea across.)

Id probably spread out the icons too, to get room for text. especially since theres room over there

AGAIN I DONT WANT IT TO LOOK EXACTLY LIKE THIS!! THIS IS JUST DEMONSTRATING WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

Or like this so that its even with the tumblr logo

Or hell, just make the upper ui look similar to the post ui where it extended the bar to add the text in.

like this.

(again i dont think this exact layout would be best but Im trying to show what i mean.)

Like I LIKED the explore update

I liked getting recommended blogs!

I even like radar n shit

But the new layout is objectively worse.

this was messing w muscle memory for no reason. and just making the whole site look bizzare

and its not even a GOOD twitter rip off.

Here is my biggest issues with the new ui

(not written but i have a problem with the fyp and shit being so high up, like it s at the same level as the logo)

Here's a direct overlay

The tiny icons is what really confuses me + the placement of the create button? like why????

the misaligned tumblr logo too. like really??? would that be copying too much??? they already had a pretty good ui??? just add the text to that????

Tumblr really wasnt that hard to use? most confusion could be fixed with text under.

anyways if tumblr REAALLLYY wanted to do this like desperately

everything on the right makes slightly more sense, given the fact tumblr has always had right side ui.

(please ignore the shitty parts, im just trying to get a point across not actually make a new ui lol)

Anyways,,, I may be overreacting but its really not the change that bothers me.

its how they changed it

also recent stuff i heard about tumblr recently is making me really not wanna be nice about this, at all.

Its just weird that in their path of adding the text they have removed other accessibility features they used to have.

and the fact that tagging a post with "epilepsy warning" puts it in the epilepsy tag is abysmal.

I kinda dont buy that this was for accessibility given tumblr's other actions.

Anyway i dont blame individual members of staff but cmon yall...

#tumblr #tumblr new layout #new dash #new layout #new ui #tumblr im unironically begging you to do this a different way #I understand the accessibility #but its also inaccessible like this #at the very least a toggle #or better yet give the ui itself a major customization overhaul so everyone can have it look the way they want #im sure the html nerds would fucking love that #im not being sarcastic there im being serious #tumblr critical #tumblr salt #tumblr staff #tumblr changes #staff please #like why is the ui so bad #like no really bad. twitter literally looks better lol #i put way too much effort into this #Let me have my intense opinions on this thing that honestly yeah theres more important things going on in the world #but let me have this ok #I loved the color scheme update too lol #canary my beloved #long post

[iantimony]

tuez

yayyy

listening: release radar: i get it now (sammy rae) (wauuughhhh. emo. i miss my partner) come over (cat's pajamas) stuck (scene queen) nerima (raspberry pie) never me (penelope) beirut (rob blivion) rule #34 (fish in a birdcage) bourgeoisieses (conan grey) milk town/mr carter (nep) doppelganger - lullaby (ethan bortnick) my baby loves to dance (kenya grace) horror night (starcourt) (@delta-orionis, you will like this one)

some from last week that i forgor to note down: tiny human (elohim), some type of skin (aurora), chukotka (otyken), training season (dua lipa, chloe caillet mix), georgian spirit (equbeats), online (twrp), someone else (kenya grace)

aaaand formentera/formentera ii again.

podcasts: wtyp on the francis scott key bridge collapse, and jim gordon must die podcast of all time

reading: i started reading 'bunny' by mona awad because it came up as a recommendation in libby when i was returning mdzs. i am going to be valiant and give it one more chapter but i do not like it. it feels like its trying very hard to emulate a certain type of vibe that i already don't find super appealing in fiction so the trying-vibe of it makes it even more uninteresting to me. the premise is a girl at a mfa program in nebulous New England Private Liberal Arts School(tm) which like, fine, dark academia or whatever; there are four (five?? i literally cannot remember which, lol) other girls in her cohort who are a weird clique and call each other 'bunny' and are rich and sheltered but harboring a Dark Secret Club. sure. the first few chapters ooze 'not like other girls'-ism, the 'bunny' characters themselves feel flat and like caricatures in an unappealing way, main character's other friend ava also is a caricature in a boring way, just very uninspiring. like i said i will give it another chapter or two but if it continues to bore me i will return it.

i finished the scum villain extras! very charming.

watching: keeping up to date with dunmeshi, yay, and also been continuing to watch endeavor with a friend. it's good! i love a mystery show! it is impossible to watch without subtitles though because they are So British. relatedly i am going to terf island for two weeks in june (london and then edinburgh) so if you know any recs for food, places, etc i am all ears!

playing: this weekend was going to be 3 dnd games in a row ... then monday was postponed to next monday ... but my sunday group, which is normally every other week, has decided to play next sunday as well bc we skipped a few weeks ... so Next weekend is the 3 day dnd combo lmfao. i don't mind too bad.

making: pottery!!! some bisque came out and i am soooo chuffed (<- endeaver tv show britishism rubbing off on me) this will be its own post with more images because i want to @ the inspiring artist, jbbartram-illu on tumblr (shop); i am obsessed with the cave painting mugs from a few months ago that immediately sold out so i was like fuck it i wanna make my own. and i am obsessed with my lil fat horses. i put amaco ancient jasper on the inside and just a matte clear on the outside. hopefully it is matte enough. i also put little hands on the handles and now i want to make some more cave painting mugs that are just the hands, i could cut out some templates to sponge underglaze around maybe...

my beautiful cracked-the-code bowls and two maybe teacups, post-trimming:

and also trying a new glaze technique: bisqued underglaze and then liquid latex over top! that way you can slather a background on and just peel it off after without painting around the details. im ngl peeling off the latex was soooo satisfying. background is laguna celadon froth.

i've also glazed my citrus juicer, just a plain warm yellow color, looking forward to that :3

glaze: mother's day gift (planter, it's. fine. idk. she'll like it i hope), and also some fixed stuff! didn't bother taking pics, the black eye bowl from feb 6 tuesdaypost is now food safe on the inside because i sanded down the kiln medium bit that got stuck in there and re-glazed it. i also tried to fix the bowl from march 12 tuesdaypost by just lightly sanding the inside and slapping some laguna celadon froth over it...it looks exactly the same now, just with some sort of float-like blue splotches lol. no pictures of it but eh. might give it away, we'll see.

eating: Spicy Clam Pasta With Bacon, Peas and Basil Recipe (NYT): tasty. idk about 'spicy' but definitely yummy.

misc: definitely in a weird spot brain-wise...the anxiety and tummyache link/feedback loop is very real for me now, so i am going back on an extremely low dose of ssri about it, and even though i have been on this med before in much larger amount i am still experiencing aaa about it. i keep going between "going back on this is a good idea" and "or i could just keep taking ~10mg of cbd every other day bc that felt like it was doing something, even if it was just placebo i had a noticeable difference in mood" so like. bluh. idk. i wish i could just Know what the best course of action is instead of having to fuck around and find out. such is life. i am literally taking the world's babiest dose rn (breaking the starter pill in half) so it will be fine. as long as i dont get bad side effects im willing to do a few weeks on it and see what happens.

#tuesdayposting