#bc i figure you'd like to see this

[daz4i]

how and why is there discourse about whether or not certain queer identities exist/if people should be allowed(???) to use them. why is "people know their own identity better than you ever could, and they're the only one who get a say on what they are" such a tough concept to grasp

i think if you find yourself offended by the label someone uses (especially if they're a stranger) or think it invalidates your own, it's a good idea to look inside yourself and question why that may be. more often than not, it's a result of insecurity or uncertainty of your own identity (or many other things, but i won't make a whole list here). whatever reason it is, until you resolve it, you shouldn't take it out on people for having an identity you don't understand

many have said it before but it's worth saying over and over. infighting only helps our oppressors. conservatives don't care if you're a cis gay or a xenogender aegosexual aplatonic lesbian, they hate all of us either way. trying to fit in by going for people who are easier targets for them isn't gonna help you, it'll just alienate you from your own community, and you're never gonna please them. the momentary rush you get from hearing you're not like "one of /those/ gay people" is not worth it and is gonna do more harm in the long run, i assure you

also, it is important to me to say this, but having some less than nice kneejerk reaction caused by confusion about an identity you don't understand doesn't mean you're a bad person or anything. as long as you aren't mean to that person, and you take a second to think smth along the lines of "wait a minute, this isn't any of my business" after having said reaction, you're good 👍 a lot of reflexive reactions we have to things are ingrained into us simply by. well. living in a society 🤡 and you're not terrible for having those thoughts. it's your actions that matter, and your second thought (the "wait, why did i just think that?") is more defining of your actual character and morals than your reflex. i know that having thoughts like this, even tho they're unwanted, can very easily make one spiral, so it's important to me that whoever needs to hear this knows this doesn't make you a bad person 🙏 you're good, keep taking actions to be good, accept other people even if you don't understand them, and you're on the right track :)

#i considered adding that last part in the tags but i figured it'll be too long for that 😭 #i noticed i'm posting a lot of rants lately. sorry. but i do wanna make sure no one's actually feeling bad over them #if i complain about something that you do or call it mean and such. that doesn't make you a bad person #you can always work to change and grow 👍 it's not easy but it starts with smaller steps than you'd expect #and now i just switched to a whole other topic from my original point. oops #i do firmly believe that any discourse about someone's identity is dumb as fuck #seeing it in poll blogs always makes me 😐😬 like how is it any business for any of us. why is this up for debate #if a person says they're queer then they are. they don't need to pass some test or go through initiation to be accepted #if they feel comfortable with a certain word that's awesome. why does it matter to *you* which word they use #'they're only using this microlabel to feel special' so? is there anything wrong with that? #'this label contradicts [insert other identity that falls under the same umbrella]' ok. but does that hurt anyone in any way #a lot of identities can even be self contradictory. does it matter tho? does it affect anyone in any way? #'they might realize that label is wrong later' again. what's the harm in that. #i don't blame anyone for these thoughts bc like. this is how cishets view a lot of the even more common labels #so you're basically taught to think this way from day one. that doesn't mean you need to stick to that thought process #you might have these reflexes forever no matter how hard you try. but you'll get quicker about moving on from them #but you do have to try. you do have to realize that other people's identities aren't about you #anyway. this post feels like batting at a hornets nest. really hope i don't get some bad faith readers here lol #(i noticed a lot of places one could apply bad faith but like it's 3:30 am i'm too tired to add this many disclaimer. #so i'm gonna trust you to not jump to conclusions and to approach this in good faith okay? mwah 🖤) #also my whole ramble abt morality (in the tags too) is relevant to. any topic really #i may just make a separate post about it really. .....tomorrow tho.

[musette22]

Boston & Cambridge, MA 🇺🇸☀️💛

#just a little impression of my trip so far! #bc some of you said you'd like to see some pics and I love taking pics 🥰 #I'm such a tourist and it's great #I just couldn't resist buying that red sox cap lmao #EVERYONE was wearing it #also yesterday south station was swarming with patriots fans who were heading to the gilette stadium #as I said: the chris vibes were STRONG in boston #I love that city so much #when I grow up and get rich I'm gonna live in beacon hill #anyways sorry about the pic spam but I figured I'd just make one big post instead of actually spamming lol #minnie talks

[risingsunresistance]

i've always drawn him with his ears flopped over like the old spot

but i am also a big fan of pigs whose ears are just ^ ^

#ossabaw island hog btw #yes i do have specific pig breeds im looking at for various parts of his design. EVERYTHING is calculated kfjhkg #got lots of old spot in him. wooly pig is why he's so fluffy i just cant figure out how to draw ''wool'' #the stripe is from the visayan warty pig #the only non-real-world thing i did was the tusks. i based those on hoglins #they're a lot further to the front of the snout than what you'd see on most hogs. i think. i havent seen every hog there is to see kjfhdgk #the bottom ones are there just bc i added double tusks bc i liked them. but they can be practical too #the big tusks are actually on the top of his jaw. so the bottom ones would make it a pain if he bit down #they also go outwards juuuuust a bit. he can slash you (like irl hogs do in fights) #oh and his tail that's very very made up. every time i drew it it just got longer so i decided to make it drag the floor for funsies KFJHDG #chat

[time-like-tears-in-rain]

god i relate so hard to martha rewatching her episodes is fucking rough.

#i too got fucked up over a skinny bland white boy in a nice coat while #trying to get my career started #and was dragged backwards and into all of his shit #and figured oh god if i fuck this up he's gonna die #he's gonna kill himself #i'm never getting a relationship with him but i can't leave and also i kinda like it here #and my parents violently hate each other if i'm not here for one of my siblings than no one is #and my other sibling is a bit of a mess so i have to be the good child the smart successful child and my career has to come first #but i just want for fucking once to have a fling with adventure #a fling with whimsy i'm so desperate for it #and i'm stuck between my parents and yeah i also hate my dad's new woman but i literally cannot change shit #and this guy is saying hey lets go do something fun and stupid that does nothing but eat time #and i'm like sure!!!! #even though he's fun around other friends he's quiet and withdrawn with me and dumping on me about another woman #and it's like..... #I'T S LIKE...... #just me and my leather jacket against the world #yeah rose is my favorite and you'd think that my favorite would be clara bc she was the evil one #and i relate to donna's listlessness and perceived ineptitude when she just needs her fuckin adhd diagnosis and to get away from her mother #but god. i hate seeing the fandom #belittle the heartbreak part of martha's story because you don't get it #she thought she loved him and even though it started as just liking him AS SHE FOUND OUT THAT HE WAS UNATTAINABLE SLOWLY OVER TIME SHE WAS #ALSO FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM SLOWLY OVER TIME. #i get it i get it i loved it and it fucking SUCKED. #annie irl

[snekdood]

if words are not enough to get a manipulative person to leave you tf alone and hit the road, wtf are ya supposed to do? maybe throw a small toy at them to send a message

#bitch i coulda been way worse dont play #if it were me now with all the self respect i have now i woulda thrown more shit ta have ya running out the door ok #idc #i mighta fucked around and thrown my shit at you ok. #i dont think you realize the distress you caused by gaslighting me about what you did to me and also trying to be just like me? #like basically cosplay as me but want me to still date you? sorry that shits fucking weird. and i tried ending it every time you got #to that point. but ya kept trying to keep me around anyways even though you knew i was uncomfortable. didnt matter what i said #you'd find a way to manipulate the situation to keep you around. so what am i supposed to do to send the message of #'GO THE FUCK AWAY I DONT TRUST YOU AND I DONT WANNA DATE SOMEONE WHOS GONNA COSPLAY AS ME' #when words arent enough? no matter how i approached it? #i tried being nice about it. but my primal self defence kicked in and told me 'this bitch needs to get tf away from us' #so how do i show you to fuck off in a way you'll fuckin understand? yeah. #i tried playing your dumb words game. i tried playing it the way you do it. for a whole fuckin year. where you use words to manipulate. #i tried to figure out what way i could order the words that would get you to finally understand. didnt matter what i said. #bc thats how you are- you think you can say whatever tf you want and if you face any consequences suddenly its the other persons #fault. i interpreted your cosplay as mocking me. deep down all you are is a bully hiding under an uwu veneer. but yall verbal bullies alway #gotta act like victims once ya get hit with something that you had plenty of fucking warnings about. #its as if you were testing me to see when i'd snap. and then when i snap you act like a victim. fuck the entire fuck off and drown in shit. #fuckin bendy from fosters home ass type bitch #vent

[jessiesjaded]

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#I'll put depresso talk in the tags to spare innocent bystanders #I just cannot figure out if the little cat is done for or not #like sometimes she seems better and is meowing super loud bc she wants to go out #and then other times she just seems... idk i look at her and im like is this it? #are you going to go to sleep and not wake up? #the most frustrating thing is that she was always skinny since she first wandered up to the door #and one day she'll love food and then the next she does not go near it #like treats that she would decimate one week the next she wont even look at and then the week later she will #she ate some chicken breat i cut up small today so shes not totally empty but shes def not interested #is this the normal thing she always did or is it like the same thing with my old dog #like its impossible to tell if shes just being her weird self + recovering from last week #or if its like something more serious #i looked at the paperwork the vet gave me and turns out they never did a blood test so ??????? wouldnt that be the first thing you'd do #idk man its just worse than not knowing for sure #if i knew there was no hope id be sad but its an answer #as of right now its just an unknown quantity and i dont know what to do for her #whatever shes going back to the vet tomorrow hopefully they'll at least give her some fluids since shes not drinking enough #and check her teeth and just see whats happening #Honestly after watching my Nana horrifically die in march I really dont want another death this year #especially since this cat kinda showed up not long after my nana and was a bright spot #like i wish she could just be healthy and happy

[eorzeashan]

I kind of liked my original idea that Eight adds the clothes of whoever he's working for/sworn to at that time to his operative outfit, or it came to resemble theirs in some way. It fit his character of a copycat who stole traits from others and inducted them into his malleable personality.

Under Intelligence, he wore layered coats-- fitting himself into that urban businessman mold for their office wars and concealing the assassin underneath.

Under Jadus, he wore a filmy black synth-silk veil attached to his headgear that helped camouflage his head and protect his neck if needed (see silk used as armor in ancient times for real history); it also gave him the moniker of the black-veil bride for his frightening obscured appearance as a servant of shadows.

Finally, in the KOTFE/ET era where he fights under Lana and Koth, he steals the captain's infamous coat and drapes it over his shoulders like a cape out of sheer mischief. Occasionally, he'll do the same to Lana's scarf and wear it as a hood/cover for the bottom half of his face. (She's not as amused as her compatriots when he does so, but she's also secretly happy that he's finally warming up to her even in antics).

#swtor #oc: orradiz #the outfit you see in screenshots is the 'base' template for all of these #his echani fit is the one that varies the most but i headcanon he just wears the thinnest parts of the suit underneath #if you can't tell the bride of jadus is my favorite one bc it hits all my gothic notes #his nine self used to steal theron's jacket too. #the colloquial theme behind jadorre is the combin of marriage/funerary rites and i liked the idea of a veil being worn at both #eight as an operative under jadus embodies the word ghost not just in a figurative sense but in a literal esoteric sense as well #in the empire you'd do well to understand these forces exist and he sought to capitalize on the silent terror that immobilized his enemies #before they even made a move #in other words: a ghost bride. the woman in black #rumor says he was the dead wife jadus murdered in secret now brought back to life by his hands too exact his vengeance

[hua-fei-hua]

kouhai sent me a song she said seemed like smth i’d like, and i took one look at it and said, “i appreciate the thought but i’m not listening to a dream smp song”

#'how did you know it was a dsmp song?' the cover art was of the guy's mc face smile or w/e and the album title was 'songs of the smp' #apparently it was on her discover weekly on spotify so i'm kind of morbidly curious as to whether this will lead her down a pipeline #towards songs written for fandoms and she just DOESN'T REALIZE IT that would be kind of funny #oh she said 'this seems like a song or artist you'd like' perhaps in another life my child i'm not touching that <3 #also earlier today college friend gir sent me a tiktok and was like 'hey can you see this??' and i was like 'hngnhh? oh yeah' #bc i'd just woken up and told sapph i'm not listening to the dsmp song and had to eat n boot up my laptop n stuff #bc i can't watch tiktoks on my phone bc i don't have tiktok but anyway college friend gir was like 'i think they blocked me' #'i asked them to source their art in a comment and i got a notif that they replied but it's not letting me see' #so i poked around on the uploader's acct n their bio was like 'i don't own any of the art in the vids' as well as their wattpad username #so i suspect it's a child who hasn't been taught abt reposting art yet but either way i can't seem to figure out how to report #the tiktok bc again i do not have an acct and also i'm not the artist but like. le sigh #花話

[thingswhatareawesome]

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#stressing out bc i realized i HAVE to do stage III and IV on gears and gold #to unlock the secrets to get erudition #reading what i can of redit guides bc the article 'guides' are literal shit that tell you nothing #there are people already through not just v but the extra shit and it's so easy for them #and i'm like jfc why am i so stupid that it's so simple and easy for these people and i just am struggling to get the dice/tile choices rig #and i thought that going higher lvl you'd need pres/abun path but there's ppl just doing dmg paths and not even having a healer?? #i hate how swarm and g+g just make me feel so completely fucking utterly stupid #i just i do have the ability to do some decent teams and i have max lvl/lc lvl and really have pushed traces/relics #but there's so little info that explains shit in simple detail like i need a fucking tutor in this shit but i guess i'm the only one #like i just need somehow to get how the dice/dice faces/tiles puzzle piece together into a whole like how it all builds and connects #i guess everyone else just gets it and figures it out on their own but i'm too much of a dumbfuck #and fucking gdi i graduated top of my class in both hs and college i am NOT stupid i just don't learn without explanation #and the game DOESN'T EXPLAIN and the community only seems to dole out info in tiny bits so i dont' see the whole #or they just brag and don't say HOW #please ignore my sr bs #man for generations that constantly complain that schools never taught for the way they learn #gamers in this community are SHIT at sharing their knowledge to anyone other than people like themselves

[arminsumi]

ADULT STORE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

1.5k words

Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Exclusive To Me - LN

Dark fic 18+ - if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

Summary: Lando wants y/n to himself, so he shows her a side to himself that is exclusive to her.

Theme/warnings: possessiveness/jealousy, controlling behaviours, abuse of power, physical intimidation, smut (mile high club anyone? 🥵), cockwarming, reader does get scared of Lando, reader accepts fate kind of becomes dependent on Lando.

I know I said Charles next bc of the vote, but I finished writing this and I just upload fics as soon as they're finished. Feels like I've ticked a little to-do off my list. But I promise Charles dark fic is up next.

No part 2 requests please

Y/n started dating Lando on a whim. She thought it was all just fun and games, but Lando approached the relationship much differently. From the get go, he was always touching her. His hand on her was a constant that she almost got used instantly.

She figured he was just clingy or his love language was physical touch, or maybe he was protective and touching her settled any worries?

It didn't take long for her to realise his tightening grip wasn't protectiveness, it was his possessiveness surfacing at anyone who got close to her.

Today was the turning point. Because it doesn't feel fun anymore and she understands that he doesn't see this as a game to play.

Lando started to smile, just a small smile like he was amused by her attempt to voice the fact she intended to break up with him. She really never expected to find Lando having closed the space between them in the blink of an eye so he's standing in front of her. His fingers dance over her jaw then trailing down this his hand almost elegantly glides to hold her throat. Not enough to choke her but enough to warn her he has the strength to choke her.

"We can work through this rough patch, y/n. Every couple has hard days." Lando smiles gently stroking his thumbing feeling her pulse thump against his touch.

Her skin has prickled with fear over his entire reaction. It's chilling.

She thought he might shout, he might get angry or maybe even shut down on her. But instead he went the polar opposite. He laughed, he smiled and he spoke so calmly you'd think she just suggested they eat fish for lunch.

"Use your voice, gorgeous."

"Y-Yeah, we can work through this. Sorry." Y/n states feeling his hand move up from her neck, much to her relief and he cups her cheek for a moment then leaning down kissing her. Something she makes sure to return the gesture of, kissing back without hesitation.

"It's ok, I get it. But I'm not letting you get away and make a mistake you'll regret." Lando states almost softly, making sure to reaffirm what she knew already but really just wanting to be clear about it. She is not getting away. "I love you, y/n. A lot."

Don't hesitate.

"I love you too...I was just being stupid." Y/n smiles lightly, but she can't force it to reach her eyes. For now he'll let her get away with it.

He knows he's not being fair, he's not being nice and he's not only being a bad boyfriend but a bad man in general. He just can't find it in himself to care because he wants to keep her all to himself.

-

As frustrating and scary as Lando is, y/n can't help but feel her negative feelings waver when she watches him keeping her pinned to the bed as he sleeps with his face pressed into her t-shirt.

She doesn't understand how someone can love her in such a way that he'd be the way he is.

He looks so soft and harmless when he's cuddling her in such a way and just squished into her. The worst part is that she fell for him and she can’t undo it while still being constantly around him. She could swear the man does the nicotine patch trick so that whenever he’s not around she feels a withdrawal.

But that’s how she knows this isn’t healthy for her. The problem is, now it’s too late to leave him. He’s got no intention of ever letting her go.

She sighs letting that sink in.

She could speak up, she could reach out for help. But Lando would find a way to make her retract her words and actions. He'd disprove anything she says and could do it with ease.

Lando has a type of power she can't go up against and they both know it. Maybe she just has to embrace her situation and make the most of it if she wants any chance at really being happy in the long term.

Her train of thoughts are knocked when he wakes up groaning and nuzzling his face into her chest before he looks up at her with a soul-melting smile and fluff to his hair that she is fighting for her life to not be affected by.

Mission failed.

"Good morning." Y/n whispers earning watch a slightly shift of the glint in his eye. As if he was happy and then he remembered what y/n tried to do. That she tried to leave him.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Lando greets then shifting down just enough to cup her boobs with a gentle but firm grip through her t-shirt. He clicks his tongue a little as he looks at her nipples harden feeling his index fingers brush over them. "You're so pretty in the morning."

"You're pretty too." And she means that. He might be a different man to who she thought she was getting but there's no point in denying the truth that his looks never lack appeal. "We're travelling today. You have to be in Japan."

She's initially hoped to break up with Lando and then he'd be too distracted by the Japan race and have to get over there meaning she could get away easily.

It's a long flight. A long flight that Lando is going to make sure he cements exactly what dynamic they have. But at least they'll be other people there to maybe force him to not behave as she feels like he might.

Lando sighs releasing one of her boobs and reaching over to pick up his phone with a yawn.

"The flight is...in about...4 hours. We have time." Lando smiles before tossing his phone carelessly onto the bed and sighing as he smiles at y/n. "You don't need to look at scared of me baby."

"I'm not scared of you." Y/n states and actually right now she's not.

There's an element of tension, but she's not scared of him right now in this moment.

"I love you." Y/n states making him smile and the warm spreading in her tummy over the expression on his face makes her decide that she was jumping too far to go as far as thinking they should break up.

"I love you too, baby."

It was just her overthinking and doubts. She got scared because she scared herself not because Lando scared her.

"Penny for your thoughts." Lando mumbles suddenly as he stands up from the bed, finally releasing her and sort of making her realise that she really needs the toilet. His weight on her bladder all night and then suddenly lifting himself off of her has triggered her body to acknowledge the need to pee.

"I need to pee." She laughs lightly moving quickly from the bed and into the bathroom.

This is just proof right? He did her a favour not letting her go. They have good times together. She was just panicking about nothing. Right?

-

Lando sighs as they get into the jet and y/n realises actually in the private cabin away from the small section that the crew sit in.

"Are we waiting for other people?" Y/n asks looking back at Lando as they step into the cabin.

It's a long flight, surely they'd be efficient in travelling together with other team members.

"Oh, no they left ahead of us. But it'll be fine. More time for just us, yeah?" Lando smiles earning a small nod as he moves over to her, kissing her lightly. "I think we do better alone anyway."

"That's true." Y/n hums then turning and looking around. "17 hours to kill."

"It's a long flight, but I think we've got plenty to do to kill the time."

Y/n already knows a large portion of that is sleeping. But no doubt Lando has some other plans and with no one else there. There's less reason to stop himself from caving into temptation.

The settle into their seats, belting themselves into the seats for take off.

"Are you going to sleep first?" Lando asks softly since he can tell y/n is already tired and while he may not seem the best boyfriend in the world from what he's displayed so far. He's actually very tentative when it comes to caring for her.

"Yeah, I think so." Y/n mumbles before she yawns a little.

Lando seems to look around as if he's actually checking for a threat before he unclips her seatbelt. A silent instruction which she doesn't actually need verbalised, she gets up, pushing her shorts down, shivering when she gets Lando's cock out. He's hard, and sliding down on him she's almost embarrassed that she's just as turned on.

"Comfortable, baby?" Lando asks sounding almost a little strained as she settles her weight down against him.

"Very." And that's actually true, she was the one who introduced him to this and he just so happened to become a big fan of it.

Sleep comes over her pretty quickly and Lando being literally present inside her leaves her quite happily leaning against him after her throws a blanket over them, just on the off chance the air hostess comes in asking if they need anything.

Lando isn't so quick to sleep. Instead he decides to do a bit of planning. He needs to find the best way to keep y/n away from anyone and everyone.

Fans and other drivers know her by this point. But he doesn't want her around them, hell he doesn't want her around anyone but him. Hence why he arranged to travel on an entirely different day with no one else around.

Eventually he falls asleep but his wake up is more than welcome when he feels y/n rocking against him, small whimpers and breathy moans passing her lips so close to his ear that he can feel his skin clammy from her.

"Fucking hell." Lando groans moving his hands to grip her hips tightly to have a bit more control over it.

He's not even sure if she's awake but he knows he is now and he's not about to waste this.

"Lando." Y/n mumbles moving her upper body back, her voice dripping with need.

She's already close, the sheer pressure for the length of time he's been pressed inside of her has meant even the small moment and grinding down against him has pushed her to the edge. The addition of him lifting her and holding her in a sleepy but turned on daze finally nudges her over the edge and she grunt trying to keep herself quiet since even freshly woken up and needy, she's aware of the fact that there is people on the jet even if they're not in the cabin with them.

Lando isn't quite done though and he keep keeps fucking her through her first orgasm, going till he feels her tighten around him into the beginning of and then through a second orgasm. He groans holding her down as he jerks up deeper into her feeling her still tightly clenched around him while she pants

"Fuck." Lando pants feeling her drop forward, face hidden in his neck.

She doesn't shift, and while Lando softens, he's still balls deep in her preventing any leaking right now.

"Are you just going to stay there?" Lando as moving her hair to the side so it's not so much in his face. He gets some sort of whine of incoherent words. "You can stay with me. You'll always be with me."

Y/n tries not to let herself overthink how much he really means that.

-

"You don't want me to come to the paddock?" Y/n questions as she sits in the hotel bed. "B-but-"

"You'll be at the race. But you're staying in this hotel room until I say otherwise." Lando states moving over closer to her with that same expression of cold control and challenge for her to push him. To poke and suggest that she not follow his command.

"I just want to be there for you." Y/n mumbles but he just leans down over her, kissing her in a very hot and heavy manner that almost catches her off guard as she finds his hand find itself in a familiar position before he uses his hold to push her back onto the bed. Not quite hard enough to hurt her, but he gets his intended point across.

"You're doing what I say." Lando declares breaking the kiss just enough to speak. Lips brushing her own as he does so. "Stay in the suite while I'm gone, ok?"

Y/n can't stop herself from swallowing thickly, feeling the tightness of his hand before he loosens slightly to stroke his thumb over her skin.

"Yeah, I'll find plenty of things to do. Plus I'm still a little jet lagged from the travel." Y/n smiles earning a short nod.

"Good." Lando states releasing her, then he uses the position to knock her legs apart smirking as he sees his cum still leaking out of her puffy and sore pussy. She even twitches under his gaze.

Admittedly Lando's maybe used her as a bit of a cushion for his pent up frustration over the fact she tried to break up with him. Though she's not exactly been complaining.

"I'll be back to take care of you again before you know it." Lando states making her nod before she sits up again looking like she wants to say something. "Go on, say it."

"Just...Can I have another kiss?" Y/n asks really showing Lando the power he has over her.

Lando intimidates her but despite that she loves him, and now she has accept the fact that she very much wants him badly.

"You don't have to ask baby. You can always have a kiss."

-

Lando was asked a lot about y/n by a few drivers and quite a few fans since they spotted y/n walking into the hotel with Lando upon arriving there. But now she's obviously MIA on his command.

She's actually been messaging him a lot while he's been out.

"So where is y/n?" Jon asks as Lando places his phone down replying to another message tell her that she needs to order room service and eat something.

"She's not feeling well with the travel and time zone. It hit her hard." Lando states with a nonchalant shrug. "I don't know why everyone cares so much. I've been asked about her by everyone."

"Just means people care about her. That's a good thing mate." Jon smiles looking a little hesitant even over his own words as Lando mutters some unkind comment underlies breath but doesn't voice it any louder.

By the time Lando gets to the hotel room, he frowns spotting an empty wine bottle on a room service trolley with some picked at food and y/n nowhere to be seen. But he hears a splash and humming from the bathroom that makes him move to find y/n looking very drunk as she sits in a steaming bath with a very full looking glass of white whine.

Clearly y/n didn't bother with the wine tasting style of having a small amount of wine in the glass.

"There he is. There you are." Y/n grins drunkenly. "My...unshakeable boyfriend."

"You're drunk." Lando surmises not entirely impressed because he has a feeling this is going to end badly and it's unlikely it'll be him that it ends badly for. He won't be allowing that.

"Join me. I need you." Y/n pouts making him look at her. "I want you."

"I'm right here." Lando states having no intention of climbing into the bath with her, instead sighing and sitting on the other side of the tub beside her. "Why are you drunk?"

"Because...I shouldn't want you and I shouldn't need you like I do. And when you're not here I feel sad but I know you're the worst thing that's ever happened to me...You do things boyfriends shouldn't do." Y/n rambles, the alcohol giving her no filter in her words while Lando watches her. "Even if I still wanted to leave you...you won't let me."

"Don't ever forget that." Lando states not at all bothered by her vulnerability. "You're going to stay with me."

"I know...I'm going to stay with you." Y/n whispers looking almost hypnotised as she looks at him but he's pretty sure that's just her drunk eyes. "Are you ever going to change?"

"No." No point in lying.

"I figured...I know you are the way you are because you love me."

"That's right. I do love you." Lando confirms, again telling the truth but this time because ehe wants to make sure there's no doubt. "And you love me, or you'd have found a way out away from me. Or you would've left when you had the chance."

Y/n doesn't comment on that. She doesn't want to admit that she could've left. She could've seeked out help. even in another driver. They both know other people would've stepped in to help.

"So long as you want me. I'll stay."

"Then it looks like you're with me forever. It's just you who gets me like this."

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[ssahotchnerr]

no but imagine pre-relationship aaron with fem!reader who can fall asleep anywhere & in the most uncomfortable positions known to mankind 💀 aaron is both terrified and amazed bcs how do you keep doing that 😧 but then every time he sees you like that he slowly & carefully arranges you in a more comfortable position 🥹🫶🏻 & the team gives him shit for it 💀

(luvie can I be 🪷 anon 🥹🫶🏻)

makeshift

omg stop i love that cw; fem!reader, bau family banter, pining aaron <333

falling asleep in a federal prison, may seem like a hard thing to do. surrounded by the worst of the worst, distant yells from the inmates floating down the hall, the mere location itself. but apparently, not for you.

the facility was currently on lockdown, meaning no one was going in or out, and therefore you were stuck overnight. as a result, the warden offered one of the locker rooms to be strictly the bau's 'break room', so to speak.

after his last, rather unpleasant interview of the evening, aaron was hellbent on a fresh, but not very good, cup of coffee. as he pushed the door open and entered, his focus diverted straight to you.

you were laid across a steel bench - eyes closed, hands clasped over your stomach, absolutely gone to the world. however, if you moved an inch - or probably less - would you completely topple onto the hard floor.

"you're kidding." aaron deadpanned as he looked at you in pure astonishment, coffee long forgotten.

"she's been like that for thirty minutes now." jj commented from where she was leant against one of the sets of lockers, head bent down as she scrolled through her phone. "but are we surprised?"

"nah," derek snorted lightly. "but hey, better than the floor."

"tell me about it." a low grumble came from reid, somewhere.

aaron's face pulled into one of discomfort, his brows drawing into a line above his eyes. the surface you were asleep on, had to be cold, for starters, by nature of the material and the a/c was still kicking in high gear despite the cooler temperature outside. the flat metal had to be highly uncomfortable, no cushion underneath you at all, most likely digging into your shoulder blades. you'd inevitably be waking up to an angry back, which aaron knew from experience - from past events where you miraculously drifted off in questionable positions.

eager to lessen the outcome, aaron shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders. he balled it up, situating it snug under his arm.

next, he crouched beside you, cradling your head in his hand as he lifted it gently. at the movement, you stirred, a small noise escaping you and aaron froze, waiting for you to settle back down before resuming his actions. part of him feared his current, drumming heart would somehow rouse you more.

but once you had, he slid his jacket underneath your head - a makeshift pillow. it wasn't much, but it would at least alleviate some of the pressure collecting in your neck, and you wouldn't be as sore when you awoke. the next thing he had to figure out, something to lay on the ground, on either side of you, to soften the fall in case you were to-

"that's real cute hotch." derek grinned, grabbing aaron from his thoughts. "when you make up my bed next, can you add one of those pillow chocolates? thanks."

"funny."

aaron stole a glance at you, a calmness brushing over him and the ends of his lips daring to tug upwards into a smile. he couldn't help himself - sure, he wished you weren't fast asleep on a bench that could cause potential harm if you budged, but it didn't hide the fact that you were, well, you.

his hopeful, hidden attempt didn't go unnoticed by one person though, who naturally had to open their big mouth.

"that's nothing compared to that case in montana," aaron shot dave a pointed look to quit it, but only got a wink in return. "hotch practically carried-"

"dave."

"aaron." dave quipped back, an eyebrow quirked high in amusement, but fell silent. although, his witty expression didn't falter, as if he were noting to aaron that it wouldn't be difficult at all to be persuaded to continue.

"whoa whoa there, rossi," morgan straightened his posture, a hand out. "go on."

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[sparklovespink]

PARK JONGSEONG! --- as your next door neighbor

🥽—warnings 18+ hard thought, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, teasing, masturbation, listening in on masturbation, jay's kinda nasty, pussy whipped!jay, horny simp!jay

📼—author's note this is my first work with even minor plot in it on here. hope you guys enjoy this bc ive been feenin for jay all week long. so sorry that this is in lapslock! it was originally a drabble but it got long and i was too lazy to change it. 🎀—w/c 2,000~

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JAY had moved into the apartment next to yours almost a half a year ago. although he's really only seen you is passing, he thinks you're a good neighbor for the most part—you don't bother him, only greeting him with simply waves when you see him in the hall, and you're not a party person either. in fact he thinks you could be the perfect neighbor, the only problem being your little habit. actually, the things he hears at night from your room might be a major problem, but not in a bad way.

occasionally, every now and then he comes home from work in the later hours of the night, to hear you moaning. it could be past midnight but you're still going. you're so fucking loud about it too, sounds of muffled whimpers slipping through the walls. at this point you probably haven't missed a single night, it's like you've got to want him to know. his only secret show.

and his imagination runs wild. whether you're fucking yourself on a dildo or fingering yourself, he has no idea. sometimes, when he can hear you, he wonders if he could get you to shut up with his fingers in your mouth. wonders if you get off to the idea of him and probably everyone else on your fucking floor being able to hear you. wonders if your own fingers really are any good and if you'd want his to help out that pretty cunt. because jay just knows that you're an absolute whore, can hear it in every squeal.

he's so obsessed with you and he can't help it. even now he's started to jerk off to your sounds too, small moans fueling all of the nasty thoughts that run through your head. fist wrapped around his fat, veiny cock as he strokes himself in tandem with your moans. it's not even enough, he needs to fuck something. and something, is you.

so, he sets a plan into action. seducing you. he knocks on your door the around ten the night after, thinking to at least just meet you under the guise that he's made too much dinner and has leftovers to share.

and there you are, swinging open the door. his already hard cock stirs harder when he sees you, standing behind the door. you're flustered and disheveled, clad in just shorts and a tee. your shorts are hiked up on your ass and he can see your swollen nipples peaking through your shirt. he must've 'interrupted' you, because you look like you slipped them on in a hurry after hearing him knock. fucking jackpot.

"can i help you– oh, hi?" you say, obviously not expecting him, nor noticing the way jay is running his eyes over your figure. you lean one arm against the door frame, making eye contact right as he glances up from your tits to talk to you. "you're my neighbor, jay, right?"

of course you remember him, duh. there's no way you fuck yourself that loudly every single night if you don't want someone to know. at this point the only thing that's confusing to him is why his name's never left your mouth.

"yeah, i'm next door alright." he nods. he shuffles so that the tray of leftovers hides his boner. he's got what he wanted already, now thinking if he should just leave the tray with you and be on his way, maybe come back and ask for it tomorrow. but before he can even say anything, you beckon him invite him in with a wave of your hand.

"actually...it'd be great if you could bring it in and have some with me," you say, "unless you already ate? sorry, it smells so good but i don't think i could finish it myself."

heaven has got to be listening in on this conversation because jay's never been this lucky. even when he won a hundred bucks betting on jake—who's an absolute wildcard in monopoly, jay knows better than to put money on him again—he swears he was not this lucky.

not even fifteen minutes later and he's sitting at your dinner table. he seats himself while you're grabbing two plates and put everything together. you have no idea how hard he is right now, how badly he wants to go home and jerk off to the memory of you. but he's holding in it, pressing his palm against his erection with the hope that it'll be enough to soothe him for now. it obviously isn't.

he somehow makes it through dinner, eventually making small talk with you. you get along rather well with him, shooting bratty quips to match his quick comments. you don't even mind when his knee bumps into yours, moving until it's touching your thigh.

he trades numbers with you and soon seeing each other is routine. he brings over a plate of food for you to try at least once every week, usually over a movie or a board game. you even introduce him to a couple of friends, who he glares horribly at whenever he think they're to close to you. although you never seem to notice, he knows that one guy wants you just as bad as he does, can see it in the way he looks at you.

which makes sense, as you are also currently single, jay soon finds out. he had already thought so, but a small part of him was also worried that there could be a someone. someone who you let hold onto your bare hips and fuck your pussy when jay could be doing that. when jay should be doing that.

and when he gets back to his apartment after one particularly touchy movie night, you really let him know that. he doesn't think you've ever sounded this loud, this needy. he's on the other side of the wall, groaning as he teases his angry, red tip to the sounds you're making. right now, he could be taking care of you, fucking you hard into your mattress. he dreams about it every fucking night. he pulls out his phone, opening your contact and typing with one hand as he squeezes his cock.

damn ur loud lol

he tosses his phone to the side, watches as it lands across his mattress, screen facing up. he's seriously about to cum, core tightening just as his head falls back. the sounds of your moans have quieted, but he hasn't noticed yet, strokes speeding up.

yh i know

come ovr

jay's hand falters as he registers the texts, neck straining to reread because there's no fucking way you just sent that. he double checks. triple checks.

fuck.

he's crawled off his bed in less than three seconds, pulling his sweats up and throwing on a shirt before heading out to hall. when he gets there, he doesn't even have to open the door. you're already flinging it open, coming face to face with him in the door frame.

jay's flustered, pupils big and cheeks painted a soft red. he looks at you, looks down at your hands, wrapped around the door knob, and back at you. he swears every time he sees you, you're in less clothing. panties and a tee. are you trying to kill him? "fuck, that wasn't to the wrong person or shi–" 

you shut him up by pulling him by the strings of his sweats, dragging him into your apartment. closing the door, you spin both of you around so that you're pressed up against the door. "no mistake." you hum, looking into his eyes.

"fucking hell, really?" he asks, eyes wide and glossy as he stares back. he's so close, could press his mouth to the corner of your lips if he wanted to be romantic. could stick his tongue in his mouth and mix his spit with yours if he wanted to be nasty.

“so i was right. you were listening to me fuck myself." you coo, giving him pouty lips as you press your leg against his cock, hard underneath his sweats.

there's a choked up noise that spills out of his throat at your words. he can't admit to that, fuck. even if it's already obvious. he watches your tongue run over you bottom lip, coating it with slick spit. "think you're any better than my toys?"

jay's on you in a second, dropping down to his knees. he presses his face against your panties, rubbing his nose in between your inner thighs. you're already soaking yourself and he can taste it, dragging his tongue along the the crotch of the fabric. "so much fucking better."

his eyes roll back so far when you slide a hand into his hair, tugging him closer to you. he's impossibly hard, dick leaking precum inside of his sweats when he hears the way you murmur a little "jay, please."

and jay wants nothing more than to please you and taste the pussy that's haunted him for weeks. he pulls your panties down, lifting your legs up one by one to take them off. chucking them to a random, pressing his lips right above your cunt before he looks up at you.

this is the man who's wanted you for a damn long time now. who spent nearly every night edging himself to the noises you let slip into his apartment through the walls. who jerked himself off in your bathroom when you got to close on movie nights. who fucking dreamt about you riding his cock till he can't cum anymore.

he fucks his tongue into your cunt, loving the way your thighs suffocate him. his mouth vibrates every time he moans into your cunt.

all the nights he spent in his bed, poor cock between his hand were nothing compared to this. the way you squeal when his nose bumps into your clit, making you rut your hips into face.

"fuck, right there," you cry out, feeling jay's hand snake up your leg to grab your ass cheek. he palms your ass, pushes you further onto his mouth. he's so fucking good at it, eats you out like you're the last meal he's had in days.

there's a dark look in his glossy eyes when he looks up at you, speech muffled as he speaks into your core. "this pussy's fucking perfect." he mutters, diving right back into you.

you let him work, lapping up your arousal, his eyes never looking away from your face even once. "look at me baby." he says, tone stern. one glance down and you can't fucking help the your fist tightens in his hair at the sight of him; dragging his tongue along your inner thigh. delighted in the way you squirm, he sucks a hickey against a patch of skin that's gone wet from the messy way he's been eating you out. "mmm...just like that."

you pout at the loss when his mouth separates from your cunt, begging him to start up again. "jay please, i'm so fucking close."

"just knew you were damn needy." he murmur. it earns a whimper from you, and that's enough to get jay to attach himself back to your cunt. you don't even notice when his free hand drops to fist his his swollen cock, pumping his length the same way he does every other night.

when you cum, it's overwhelming, messy, and wet. you're fucking crying, and even then jay's not pulling off, letting you choke him with your thighs tight around his head. his own cock aches, pent up from earlier. it only takes one more sound from you before he cums, hard, hand all over his hand.

he comes off your cunt with slowly, like he could have buried his face between your legs for hours if he really wanted to. his face is mess sticky mess of cum, and you can feel the soft blow of his breath against your inner thigh.

hiccuping, you watch the way he cleans himself decently enough with the back of his hand, licking your juices off of his skin. "so much better than just hearing you baby."

#enhypen smut #enha smut #jay smut #jongseong smut #jay x reader #jongseong x reader #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #park jongseong smut #park jongseong x reader #🥽—✩ enhypen

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I request Catnap who basically adopted a child!reader who is anyways sleepy and lazy. and has a case of not remembering a lot of things, like dementia

Like through the hour of joy...After all the Toys killed the workers. Catnap finds the reader, who is sleeping then wakes up and the reader forgets their own parents(The readers parents were cold scientists that worked at Poppy Playtime and never cared about them, then got killed through the hour of joy)

Sooooooo...Catnap just kinda takes care of the reader and has a slight soft spot for them. And the reader THINKS that Catnap is their parent and anyways clings to him

During the Hour of Joy, Catnap remained on the prowl for any potential survivors of the massacre within Playcare, flinging one man's body into the stairs and cutting his cries for mercy short.

All was quiet, save for the faint screams of the other workers/visitors in other part of the facility who were being mauled to death.

But he let the rest of the toys do their work.

He felt cleansed. The Prototype willed this rebellion. Willed him to finally kill his tormentors.

The "hour" went on for so much longer--considering that he utilized his red smoke to make the fleeing humans hallucinate and freak out at things that didn't exist (some even attacking each other).

Once it was all done, Catnap went back into Home Sweet Home to discover a child who (somehow) slept through the slaughter.

That was you, one of the orphans who was in the program for a long, long time.

You were deemed "ineligible" for experimentation after getting the lowest scores on all three tests at the Game Station.

That's because you struggled with memory, socialization, and endurance. You tend to forget a lot of things (ie faces) and spent most of your days sleeping instead of playing or learning....and no counselor has been able to figure out why.

Your parents--who were scientists at Playtime Co. that preferred studying you over nurturing you--chalked it up to over-exposure to the red smoke (which hasn't been proven true, but they needed to put something down on paper).

Regardless, they've kept their distance from you and slated you for adoption, thinking you'll be picked up by a different parent eventually.

Unfortunately for them...Catnap knows that they're using the orphanage as an "excuse" to get rid of you and gives them a brutal demise.

They had some nerve crying out for you and begging him to spare your life.

After winding down from his bloodlust, he discovers you sound asleep on one of the bunk beds inside HSH, apparently not hearing a single thing.

Then you wake up and see this giant emaciated purple cat standing over you, claws and mouth stained in fresh human blood...

Yet you don't scream or look afraid, nor do you ask where your parents are.

Instead you look at him and apologize for oversleeping, acting as though he was your parent.

It confuses him, so he brings their corpses to you (like a cat gifting their owner a dead bird), thinking you'd understand and be horrified..

But you don't recognize them at all. You don't remember their neglect and the trauma it gave you.

All you remember was Catnap.

Ultimately, he spares you--but NOT bc your parents feebly begged him to when they never gave a single damn about you--and does his best to keep you safe given the circumstances.

He treats you like his kit more or less, making sure you ate and letting you climb on his back for rides (and sometimes he'll hold you in his paws while walking upright).

Any Smiling Critter caught threatening you will be devoured by him (or added to his shrine), so they know not to touch you.

He also forbids Dogday from ever speaking to you, knowing he'll try to drill thoughts of escape and distrust of Catnap into your head.

If he has to go outside Playcare, he'll fight tooth and nail to fend off Huggy and whoever else might think he's parading around a tasty treat.

The Prototype is well-aware of your connection to his "devotee", but doesn't mind it .

Because he knows Theodore is still somewhere in there, trying his best to protect a fellow orphan--one who could've been made into a monster just like him.

#yeah we are so back with ppt requests- #clanask #poppy playtime x reader #ppt x reader #catnap #ppt catnap #child reader #headcanons #platonic

[ivysangel]

surprise post bc my blogs fixed woo hoo!! i initially sent this as an ask to @hanasnx as my contribution to his baby daddy!jason au, but i also wanted to share it here for u guys as a little treat :p

Baby Daddy!Jason, who you co-parent with, in a very civilized way. No joke, the picture of camaraderie between exes. He takes your daughter on the days he's supposed to (which isn't that often, given his occupation) and brings her back on time, always with a little gift for you as well. Flowers, chocolates, a little knick-knack reminiscent of when you were together. It's not because he's in love with you or anything; it's just the principle of the matter. "Happy wife, happy life," not that you were married or even dating, but he figures the mother of his child should get love sometimes.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who, the next time he sees you, it's to drop off something your daughter forgot with him, and as he's handing you the bag, he casually asks why you haven't been asking him to take her more often. You had been for a while when you were going on dates weekly, but for some reason, the relationships never went anywhere, so you just gave up. "Oh, you know, it just wasn't working out." you say off-handedly, "Kept getting ghosted." you sound only marginally disappointed, moreso annoyed. "What a shame, they're really missing out," he says, getting real close to you and taking up your entire field of vision.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who's got your entire calendar memorized and knows that his daughter's not home tonight and that you've got no plans other than watching movies in solitude. He knows you're too stubborn to call him over for company even though you've been giving him fuck me eyes in passing for the past few months, so he figures he just has to take matters into his own hands and corner you until you give in like he knows you want to.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who fucks you on damn near every surface in the house, telling you he's just christening the place like he would've already done if you lived together. Whispers apologies in your ears about scaring off all of your dates while he's splitting you open, bullying his cock into you while your eyes roll to the back of your head because you haven't been fucked this good in years, not since the last time you'd been with him. You're face is deep in some pillows when you realize the memories you had of his dick pale in comparison to the real thing, and you aren't sure you could go back to using your imagination to get off after tonight.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who keeps you up all night until your pussy's red and puffy from how many times it'd come in contact with his hips while he was fucking you. Fat tip kissing your cervix until you were clawing at his biceps, begging him to give you some reprieve, tears in your eyes while you babbled incoherently, too lost in the feeling of him to make any sense. He admits in the midst of sex that he tried to get over you; he really did, but he just couldn't; he just couldn't picture you with another man in any capacity. The thought of someone else touching you, fucking you, loving you, made his stomach turn, filling him with rage and an overwhelming need to claim you as his.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who's a level-headed, non-fragile ego'd man until it comes to his family, which, contrary to what some would say, did not only consist of his daughter but you too, and any guy who tried to get with you was a threat. he didn't know the intentions of other men, but he knew his own, which was to keep his little family happy as long as he was alive. If that meant putting a gun to the head of anyone who made a move on you and consoling you by stretching you out the way he knew you liked until you just said "fuck it" and let him put another baby in you, then so be it.

#jason todd lover #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood x fem!reader #red hood smut #red hood imagine

[000jeon]

Focused on her

mature: graphic detail.

synopsis: He had always been a master of concentration, but the sight of you in that black, figure-hugging dress was enough to shatter his focus. The way the fabric clung to every curve of your body, accentuating your shape, was simply irresistible. It was as if the dress had been tailor-made for you, and him alone. Every inch of his being was drawn to you, he found himself struggling to keep his eyes off you and had to his frustration out in other than boxing gloves. So about a leftover spiked condom in his leather wallet he had left from previous nights?

aged jungkook au! complicated friendship au! Roommates!

contains: oral, smut, dirty talk, tattooed JK, pierced JK, not as much plot but plot, dub-con, Dom jungkook, sub reader, ball sucker, coy reader, slight pinning, wall, floor, verbal jk, the reader isn't as verbal, jk focused, jk is very imaginative, in love jk, cursing, daydreamermer, face sitting (m), the reader isn't on bc, mentions of pregnancy, crempie, cumshot, blowjob, rounds, he is big, w.a.p.

Sweat glistened down his towel-wrapped forehead and rolled down his chin and neck as if melting underneath the warmth of the sun. His stamina and determination kept him going for hours at a time, taking a break every second to see what you were up to In the living room as he practiced alone. Typically he'd go down to a trainer or have him over, but due to severe rain pour and storm, it was best to cancel and take precautions for both parties.

You on the other hand took the opportunity to go through your clothes and see what could be donated. He never minded you stripping naked in front of him, allowing him to view you in such a relaxed state and you never hesitated to ask why. Was it because like his friends he was a pervert or because it was just a woman's body and he shouldn't huff and puff like a dog wanting a chew toy? You never knew and you never gave it a second thought.

With a loud smack coming from an undercut against the 6'0ft punching bag, he whipped his chin using his tattooed sleeve arm and continued working on his strength. Continuing he took his gloves off with his teeth and placed them besides his hip, giving himself a break to drink some water and sit on the little black padded gym bench he bought recently. With your back towards him, he took the opportunity to check your ass in your panties out and smirk to himself while he quietly took a small spit to drink.

Curious about why you were slowly bending down to pull something up he soon realized the dress had small chains of gold around the midsection of the dress and he practically held in a laugh at how you thought aloud of how delicate the seems were. Within another sip the dress was under your breast and almost completely on besides the spaghetti straps that looked like they needed to be clasped by another.

In amazement, his eyes raised and mouth slowly hung as he watched in awe of your beauty and amazing figure. Was it the ideal body you'd see marketed no, but the way your body hugged and tugged at the dress made him rethink his life choices of women in an instant. Once again shaken to his core, he stood up and walked over to help you clasp the back of the dress, his height leaning over your smaller frame and taking a peek at your breast naturally sitting comfortably in the dress.

With a wrap around your waist, he turned you, softy. With fear your eyes expanded wide like dear in headlights afraid he'd stupidly break it, but instead gave you more breathable room and adjusted the dress with a smile he wasn't aware he wasn't hiding from you.

"mmm, you think I could take you somewhere nice in this. It's a shame you've never worn it until now," he mentions, backing up to get a better view of the dress. Looking up at him you could see his gaze dancing to the slight sparkles that shined ever so softly in the living room light.

With a faded smile you look down and sigh saying "I've never felt confident with anyone enough to really show it off, so I hid it until now I suppose." Ignoring his offer due to the last bit of his speech, he walked up and lifited your head a bit with a sweaty finger.

"let me be the confidence you need, I'd train harder to protect something as bright as that smile when you turned around in that dress" he mentions, his heart fluttering more than yours at a soft compliment. Taking a moment he realized what he had uttered and pretended to cough to the side in his arm.

Flustered he tried speaking and only studdered words came out and was embarrassed. Taking a breath in, he smiled and gain a slight composure to excuse himself to what he believed was a full sentence.

"I'm going to uh, yeah. I'll -" he stopped himself, walking off itching his hair as he walked back to the puffy cool new gym bench. Flustered himself, that giggle you let out killed him and he knew it was about to haunt him for days of how he messed up a cool moment like that.

Undoing the towel wrapped around his head, he sighed and smelled it. It wasn't very noticeable but it was time to wash his hair. Which to him was a blessing sent from above or love itself, a moment he could hopefully steam out his head as he washed his worked-out bodys trophie of sweat and pride out his pores or so he thought.

He thought the cold water would stop the thoughts of taking you out as friends to a dinner, to show off your curves. As friends to a fancy 5 star restaurant in Seoul, he'd have to book now to see you in that dress again. But the one thing that made the water run warm was the thought of watching the dress fall down your body like a melted white chocolate fountain. A fountain he'd pour over you if you gave him one day, a night, and even the chance. Something his mind was begging for at this point.

Turning the water to warm, he gently hit his head against the wall in frustration and desperation at that point in time. He wanted to last one more hour to make it four with boxing, but damn if he did it's be obvious on how he felt about the dress on your body and there would be no way of getting out of being teased for months on bodily functions.

Couldn't help he liked what he saw, it pumped more thrill in his body to watch you turn your back away from him then to finally land that harsh punch he's been aiming for all day. And that was bad, very bad. He could trip over thoughts as he was over you. Was he in love or just desperate or maybe both? Not a teenager anymore, but grown enough to acknowledge that his heart dipped lower than his chest and throbs at the sight of you at times. Something he kept secret and hideen if possible, very hidden..

With a last scrub and the daily shower confession, he assumed he was clean of rightfully lustful thoughts until he walked out in a towel to his imagination of the black dress falling at easy down your body. He gulped and quietly made it to his room in search of clothes and franticly looked for clothes to go out in.

"gah, fuck this" he cursed aloud, pulling his shirt down as looked for clothes and ways to get that image out his head. Infact he needed to get out of his head, out of his apartment as he searched for boxers and his pants, and his wallet in a hurry.

"why me?" He whined to himself silently as he fell dramatically on the bed in a pain only you could fix. Reaching for his wallet in defeat he felt a circle like dent and remembered he kept a condom in there incase the day you wanted to get spicy with him out side of his head he'd be ready. Was he ready if that ever happened. Sighing he took the condom off and placed iton his bed side counter.

"it's pouring outside, wet. Wet like- ugh" he slapped himself slightly on the forehead. "What am I doing wrong with my life" he groaned sitting up and gaining the mental strength to go back out to see you. Which he did, to only find you ordering a pizza online without him.

"Ya" he yelled loudly scaring you as you jolted towards him on the bar stool to face him.

"Without me you jerk. First, you surprised me with the dress and now you're ordering without me, is this how I'm being kicked-"

"No you're not being kicked out, you purchased the place, and two, I just got the website. It's late, cold and I'm sure they will happily deliver here. So here, look and order with me. We get wings half off today." you mentioned getting up In your set pajamas and shoving your iMac laptop in his face.

Grabbing it with thanks he ordered his half added more items and placed his credit card in the order so you wouldn't have to pay before handing it back.

"Thank you jungkookie oppa!" you teased seeing the uncomfortable scrunched face he let as he regretted coming out here. Laughing, you ordered some drinks from another website to come and eveuting wa settled to come withing 45mins to an hour, which could increase due to the storms harshness.

"Is this where we play games and head back to" he jokingly questioned pausing as you got on your knees in front of him. Blinking several times he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or just maladaptive daydreaming again. Looking down he saw he wasn't and his Best friend of 20 years was on her knees looking at his Bonner like it was meat on a menu.

"Why not skip to the fun part of waiting," you softly bit down on your glossed lower lip as he gulped in anticipation.

"Maybe the wait is worth the fun in the end?" He lets out a deep huff of warm air backing up a bit in sheer awkwardness. It wasn't like he didn't want you, it was more he didn't like the way you started it when he could've 'man up' and started it himself. It was his erection anyway.

With a hand offered to help you up, you gratefully took it and he used it to pull up and close to his chest. Breathing heavily out of shock, your eyes slowly trailed up to meet his as he smirked in a smile.

"One thing to know about me is I like taking care of others, I want to have the lead, and those soft pleading eyes you're giving me are driving me crazy right now" JK mentions, lowering his head down so his lips could meet with yours but only keeping them an inch away for added suspense.

"then I'm glad I've always listened to you, to every word and command you've asked of me thus far" you gulp, lips quivering in need of attention. With that in mind, his head slightly turned and yours did too without breaking the small gap between his throbbing lips and your slightly quivering ones. A distance he shortly after broke, with his hands feeling around your back before bringing his arms around in a comfortably tight embrace around your hips.

Moaning from the tug and the great relief of broken space, he drank up the vibration and used it to fuel his lustful fire below. One that could be felt pushing against your pelvis as if asking on his behalf for more, for consent of the obvious.

Wanting more, he kissed vigorously. Their lips moved from the pace of uncertainty to tongue exploring the edges and buds of your own as his heart pounded from the excitement of your arms wrapping around his neck loosely like his thin silver chain with a gem pendant you bought him for his birthday years ago.

The birth gem necklace he swore to himself to wear religiously every day. The one he didn't put on today, in an attempt to run away from your hold. To only be wrapped around your embrace, just like the necklace.

While he tries to calm himself before making any long-term decisions with you. He knew that was a promise he couldn't keep with himself as he ached for something long-term and his body was pushing him to. Meanwhile, with his heart controlling his movements now, he started to walk you over to the closest kitchen wall in sight to corner you. To trap you in his warm-hearted embrace the same way the thought of you, your body, and your whole existence did to him mentally.

With the kiss naturally breaking off, he moved his lips around your jaw and pushed any fly hair strands away as he made his way to your neck. Gripping his shirt, in the back his mouth drooled over it in need as he applied rough pressure in the crook between your jaw and neck. With a burning desire he build higher than the pyramids of Asia, you pulled his shirt up and gripped his skin. A bright hue of red plastred on his cheeks as he marked other places on your shoulder of him.

"so much pleasure" you whined quietly, your words loudy admitting to the idea of how sensitive you were to every touch of his on your body. A sentence he repeated mentally as he pulled off to see your pleading state of your face and lips.

"Good, I wanted that" he chuckled at your need for intimacy. Whilst eyeing you carefully watching for your aroused response to his movements, he gripped the hemming of his shirt to pull over and throw off to the side of you. In all its glory, his upper body was indeed muscular and slimmed. A pack of 8, along with his biceps were seen more clearly as you walked your eyes down and around his bare uper torso.

"keep them lowered for me only" Jungkook insisted, pulling his shorts and leaving him in his ballooned underwear for your visual pleasure. A moment- wait no a sight you never thought you'd see like this. Moving your gaze back up, caused him to tilt your head back down to look.

"never said to look up, so keep your eyes lowered" he leaned in your ear to say. With a nod, you saw him lower his body to his knees and pull both layers of pajama pants and underwear down to reveal a slight bush. Embraced you covered yourself modestly with shock as he pushed them away and lifted one of your legs on his shoulder.

"looks good, so it'll taste good," he says, tongue slowly brushing and coating his lips in hunger as much as wetness as he leans his nose forward more. With a lookup of yes, you nodded and soon gripped the jet-black strands of his hair as his lips collided with your folds. Tongue lathering your juices around your clit as his hands held your hips still and close as he sucked and teased the floods and your nerve with ease. Arching, you felt the release of wetness drip along your thighs as he continued to lick his deep coral-pink tongue around the nub as his lips attached to your labia with thirst.

Moaning at almost an uncontrollable pace, you tugged and played with stands of his washed musk musk-smelling hair as your mouth felt like it was being held open for you in need. Pulling away softly, he made his eyes make contact with yours as he continued to orally fuck you to insanity before pulling off at any side of orgasm as he could feel the convulsions of your opening with ease and with some experience and a vague memory could tell the difference between one cumming and having an orgasm. A feeling he could sense was near.

Completely coming away from you, he caught you in his arms as your Legs buckled and gave up on standing on him. With a smile, he laid you on the thankfully clean, but cold white-lined tile floor and even placed his shirt under your head for a slightly better experience. Pulling his underwear off he threw them and eventually kneeled himself over your mouth, shaft in hand as his hard on faced towards your tits.

"get me even more excited for your mouth" he requests, your tongue like his earlier licked to become wet to provide a more comfortable experience for both of you. Thankfully JK decided to spend a few minutes trimming himself a bit in the shower as it was overdue for him, something you didn't mind not caring long as he was sexually clean. Something you knee from the constant lack of lotion in the bathroom and your bottles disappearing out of sight .

Succking on one side of his balls, you were glad they weren't too big to suck and roll around in your mouth as he jerked his cock in pleasure. Pulling up your shirt, he saw your breasts once again in a relaxed state and jerked and toyed one handily at them in ecstasy.

"so good" he breathed out heavily, cock heavy in his hands as he jerked over your breast harder in delight. It wasn't like he needed the extra help, but fuck if he had the chance to jerk himself over your pretty breasts he'd take it with no questions asked. Another fantasy fulfilled to him. Pulling himself off of you he stood up and helped you up to strip you of your top.

"fuck there's no way I'm letting your body get pleasure on this floor baby. You deserve somewhere warm and cozy, like my bed to lay on" he insists, taking your hand and urging you to his room. You gladly followed behind him as he rushed the both of you to the bed.

With the shut of the door and the flick of his warm-toned mood lighting. His bedroom was lightly illuminated with a warm yellow glow. Laying on the bed, he thought about a blowjob first but realized saving it for the end was more worth it as he knew how much of you he could handle before leading to his own orgasm.

Turning you over with light force, you laid on your belly and he handed you a pillow for added pleasure as you placed it under your pelvis. Waiting as he was you were getting adjusted completely, he tore his spiked, lubed, and internally ribbed condom and shuttered in slight coldness as it went down his shaft. Ready as you were, he soon pined your legs down and wanted to do things in prone bone style jungkook version than anything. Besides your ass in his eyes was meant to take it face down like this.

With his chest now hovering above your back, he placed his tip on the entrance of your cunt as he held himself in a somewhat of a one-armed plank position to do so. Kissing your upper back he warned you his cock was a large size to take. Which you believed based on how tight his boxers were on him minutes ago and the sound of him jerking wasn't light. With that in mind, he softly slid just his tip in before going into a full plank-like stance above your back as he introduced his protected cock to your warmth.

With the sound of painful pleasure coming from your lips, he stopped and allowed his hips to roll his tip in circles to get you accustomed to his cock. A feeling both mentally and physically arousing to both of you. After about 3 mins of him rolling his tip in and back kissing, he was able to inch his way deeper into you which caused him to panic at the feeling of walls tightly gripping and sucking him in with urgency.

"I'll pay for plan b if I fuck up and more if that doesn't work" he assured, knowing he's gonna wanna take that condom off to feel skin to tissue any minute.

Part 2: coming soon

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