#i would slap the clips i'm thinking of over this too and make it into more of an analysis with evidence post but i really need to get back

[azrakaban]

Movie Night - Platonic! Slytherin gang

A/N: I WORKED FOR OVER TEN HOURS ON THIS AND IT DIDN'T SAVE! Gonna scream and cry but instead I'm rewriting while watching Baby which fyi is where editors get their clips of our much loved theodore nott, played by Lorenzo Zurzolo. Also, the chosen movie didn't come out before this fillm, I'm aware, but suck it up buttercups <3

Summary: Movie night with your best friends. What could go right?

warnings: swearing

...

You flopped down onto the bed between Pansy and Astoria, the latter of which immediately smacked you around the head with a frog plushie. "Finally, what took you so long? It's popcorn, not rocket science." She laughed, Pansy rolling her eyes.

"I managed to perfevt the popcorn first try. Alone. However, when I first tried to make it, someone wanted to help, and someone managed to burn the popcorn and nearly blow up the pan!" You said, glaring playfully at Enzo. He gave you an apologetic look, before sitting beside Rhia on a beanbag.

You handed the popcorn bowl to Pansy, who threw a piece at Theodore, who caught it in his mouth, resulting in a triumphant yell, until Astoria's frog plushie smacked him in the face. Mattheo snorted.

You giggled, turning to look at Blaise and Tom, who were fiddling around with a projector.

"You two need some help?" Rhia called, watching as Tom grew more and more frustrated.

"No, we're perfectly capable of doing it by ourselves. Piss off." Tom said, frowning. He then noticed who was talking. "Sorry Rhia, too harsh." He said, voice a shade softer. Rhia smiled and turned back to Enzo, who was showing her an action figure of one of the Irish Quidditch team.

You turned away, tuning back into your conversation with Pansy and Astoria before a loud crash interrupted you. You turned back to Blaise and Tom, the latter of which was muttering 'Reparo' at the projector.

"You sure you still don't need help?" Rhia is just sat there, a small smile on her face as she watches them. 

"Again, we're fi-" Blaise cuts Tom off, slapping a hand over his mouth. "He's lying Rhia, help us, please, we're incapable." Blaise says, a pleading look in his eyes.

You laugh as Rhia goes over and sets it up within a minute. Tom is looking very disgruntled, feeling slightly stupid but also slightly impressed by Rhia' capabilities with muggle technology. 

Everyone gets comfortable for the film, which is going to be 'Mean Girls'. Tom gives you a look, as you were the one to choose the film, but ultimately he decides to trust your judgement. The film begins, with everyone getting comfortable and snuggly, blankets everywhere.

*a little bit later*

"I don't think my father, the inventor of Toaster Strudel, would be too pleased to hear about this." Gretchen's voice came from the screen, and Theodore laughed. "Wow guys, it's Draco!" He was met with a few laughs, and an extremely sour expression form Draco. 

"No no, that's not Draco. She is." Mattheo pointed to Regina. "How do I even begin to explain Draco Malfoy?" He smirked, adopting an exaggerated dreamy expression. 

"Draco Malfoy is flawless." Theodore says, sitting up and opening his eyes wide in imitation of the girl from earlier on in the movie. 

"He has two fendi purses and a silver lexus." Blaise continued, giving side eyes to either side of him as if someone was listening to him sharing Draco's secrets.

"I've heard his hair's insured for 10,000 dollars." Lorenzo said, gasping and enunciating for dramatic effect. "It's 50,000 actually." Draco muttered.

"I hear he does car commercials... in Japan." Mattheo said furtively, still smirking. Draco rolled his eyes.

"One time he met Harry Potter in a robe shop, and he told her he was pretty." Theodore said, grinning. Draco glared. "Leave Potter out of this." He grumbled quietly. 

Then the unthinkable happened.

"One time he punched me in the face. It. Was. Awesome." Tom adopted an american accent, nailing the line perfectly.

Blaise gasped. Theodore did a double take. Lorenzo rubbed his eyes, as if to be sure of what he was seeing. Draco gaped. Mattheo fainted. Rhia, Pansy, Astoria and you bit your lips to keep from laughing. 

Mattheo magically regained consciousness after a second, sitting bolt upright. "Do mine ears decieve me?" He said fervently. 

"Indeed cousin they do not. I believe thou own kindred hath quoted a line from a movie." Drsco said, clapping Tom on the shoulder. 

Tom glared, shrugging it off. "It's thine, not thou. Buffoon." Tom said, rolling his eyes.

"Come on brother, where are the curse words in your sentence? It's not a crime to say them! LOOK! Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Was I struck by lightning? No sir!" Mattheo exclaimed, laughing and falling off the bed. 

"Sorry, what is he on?" Blaise said, raising an eyebrow. You peered over the side of the bed to look at the floor, finding the culprit rather fast. 

You help up some elastic circles, and a half empty packet of fizzy cola bottles. "Judging by the debris site, far too many candy necklaces and half a packet of cola bottles." Theodore cackled, lifting his friend off of the floor with Enzo's help and dumping him back on the bed. 

Mattheo continued to fidget throughout the movie, clearly still coming down from the sugar high. 

...

"It's like I have ESPN or something. My breasts can always tell when it's going to rain. Well, they can tell when it's raining."  Karen's voice rang out from the speakers. Blaise cackled. 

"Miss girl, your boobs do not have Atmokinesis." He rolled his eyes, finding it far too funny for what the line was.

...

"I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me, but I can't help it that I'm popular." Gretchen's voice came from the film. "MATTHEO CORE!" Yelled Pansy, laughing. He threw a pillow at her, missing and wacking Astoria. There was a scream that shook the heavens. 

"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN RIDDLE!" Astoria yelled, snapping off her acrylics in less than thirty seconds and running at him, tackling him and repeatedly hitting him with her pillow. 

"Nobody-" Smack "Ruins-" Smack "My Maybelline Sky High Mascara-" Smack "WITHOUT FACING-" smack "THE CONSEQUENCES!" Smack. The girl was feral (understandable.)

Mattheo cowered in fear, not even bothering to fight back. 

"Apologize and we can get this over with Mattheo." You said, completely unbothered by the frequent occurence, just letting it happen.

"I'M SORRY ASTORIA! FORGIVE ME PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU!" Mattheo yelled, finally ceasing the pillow abuse. 

Astoria finally relented, and joined you back on the bed, gratefully accepting Rhia's mascara. 

...

"It's not my fault you're, like, in love with me or something!" 

"GIRL SAID WHAT?!" You yelled, jumping up excitedly. Theo rolled his eyes. 

"YN you've seen this movie eight times before. You know what she said." He said, turning back to the screen, where Regina was delivering her next line. "Just wait." You muttered.

"See? That's the thing with you plastics. You think everybody is in love with you when actually, everybody HATES you! Like, Aaron Samuels, for example, he broke up with Regina and guess what? He still doesn't want you! So why are you still messing with Regina, Cady? I'll tell you why, because you are a mean girl! You're a bitch! Here. You can have this. It won a prize." Theo audiblu gasped. 

"GIRL SAID WHAAAT?" He yelled. You grinned. "Told you."

...

"No! Do you know what everyone says about you behind your back? Hmm? They say that you're a homeschooled jungle freak, that's a less hot version of me! Yeah, so don't try to act so innocent! You can take that fake apology, and shove it right up your hairy c..."

Tom shook his head as Regina was hit by a bus. 

"Both of them went too far in that sitch, Bus was deserved." He said, groaning as he realised he'd spoken his thoughts aloud. However, there were no giggles or smirks from the other guys. Instead he was met with five solemn nods. 

"When Tom Riddle says it's too far, you know it's too far." Enzo said, nodding his head in agreement.

...

"Oh no, you're not going to end on that are you?" The film credits rolled, and you looked around at your friends, many of whom were passed out tired. You locked eyes with Draco, shaking your heads with a smile. 

Tom was sat in silent contemplation. "What's on your mind Riddle?" You said, smiling. 

"I think... maybe... not all American high school movies are bad." He said quietly. You gasped. 

"Small victories." You whispered to yourself happily, shortly after falling asleep on Astoria's shoulder. Tom followed shortly after, and Draco too, on his silk pillowcase to protect his luxury insured hair.

...

A/N: Thank you for reading! I'm still taking requests, so just comment and I'll try do them quickly. Love you all xx

#don't even ask #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #slytherins #slytherin boys headcanons #slytherin boys fluff #lorenzo berkshire #theodore nott #mattheo riddle headcanon #mattheo riddle #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #theodore nott x reader

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Can we talk about how Macaque sees what other people (LBD Peng Wukong) do and mimics them? Can we talk about how his whole thing in jttw is copying monkey king and trying to replace him and how LMK actually keeps that going but in the context of a performer? You can hear echos of the way Peng talks to Macaque in how Macaque talks to Mk during shadowplay and every other interaction before he starts to chill out. You can see and hear echos of how the Lady Bone Demon treats and speaks to Macaque in how he interacts with Mei and Mk and the rest of the crew during season 3. You can see the way he tries to mimic what he believes Wukong is until he realizes he's way off-base. You can see how he mimics Monkey King's cockiness when he needs to feign confidence. You can see the way he mimics those with power to show he has power. And when that performance ends... well, he's actually pretty chill. Look at him he's quieter and more chill, less broody, content with not being the main focal point when they're planning, he doesn't even argue with Monkey King during the season 4 finale at any point because the performance is over. i DUNNO I'M JUST THINKING AND I THINK IT'S KINDA NEAT I DUNNO IF THEY DID THAT ON PURPOSE OR IF IT'S COINCIDENCE I FEEL LIKE IT WAS ON PURPOSE IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

#knox rambles #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid Macaque #getting a new appreciation for his character now thanks to this thought #i don't even remember what i was talking to my brothers about i'm supposed to be editing a fic chapter right now WHEEZELKMG;SDF #i would slap the clips i'm thinking of over this too and make it into more of an analysis with evidence post but i really need to get back #to editing lol hGLK;JSFD #monkie kid headcanons #what did i used to tag these rambles #i dunnno #ANYWAY PEACE OUT

[crimsonblackrose]

Lately as I write about things I don’t particularly care about but don’t mind learning about I feel like I understand Becky Bloomwood. 🤣 I don’t have the shopping addiction, but sometimes you can end up finding yourself in a weird niche for writing. “bored to tears” is accurate description at the moment as I look up specs and wonder how anyone can look at something and go yeah that’s exactly the same as the 2001 model in style but if you look here at this part, that’s similar to the 2011 one, and this, this is the exciting new feature that’s just...not exciting to me. 😅

#mumbling about work #I've realized I've entered the confessions of a shopaholic part of my life #slaps the roof of the top of a brand new car coming out in the near future 'you would not believe how little I care' #though sometimes there's fun little tidbits #or like I actually cover news #and honestly I'm just happy I'm writing because no other department would let me because they're short staffed for admin #which is their own fault #they refuse to hire anyone full time to manage admin tasks or do admin tasks #the one person working full time for admin is overseas and being paid peanuts with 0 benefits #and it makes me so mad #anyway this was brought on by the fact I saw one of the articles I was using as a source was written by a woman #and realized huh I might have enough clips to do this elsewhere #and then the cringe of omg please not this niche #i need to start job hunting again #was the devil's wears prada the same? #honestly I think so if I remember the book correctly #because she doesn't give two figs about fashion either at the start of the book #and honestly both of 'em economics and fashion would throw me for a loop too #but I think...I could care or spin both a little bit easier then checks notes knowing why people are excited over tires #maybe I should more accurately say I've entered the early-mid 2000's rom com journalist era of my life but without the rom or the com #unless it's irony and stress because there's so much of both #that's where I am in my rom com hero journey #which is hilarious because Korea gave me all the k-drama cliches possible #so I feel like I went back a couple steps

[vampcubus]

Not me thinking about Muzan and the Upper Moons being put in collars and leashes, nope. Nooooo, siree, nope. Definitely not. I'm a very bad liar-

LATE ANSWER BUT I AM FINALLY READY TO DIVE INTO THIS. just short headcanons for now cus i'm not tryna get too carried away jbdajhsd.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : muzan, akaza, kokushibo, douma, and gyokko.

𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐉𝐈

— Muzan thinks the collar is degrading so naturally, he is not too thrilled or receptive to your begging at first. But he's a slave to his own curiosity, so after giving it some thought, he'll let you collar him.

— It is as immensely humiliating as he suspected, hearing the dangly loop where the lead would attach to jingle as he moved. You don't use a leash yet, wanting him to get comfortable with his collar first. He doesn't understand the appeal until you start tugging him around by it, hooking your finger through it to drag him where you want him, whether that be between your legs or otherwise, he's suddenly very pliant.

— You finally take that leap and attach a lead to his sleek black collar, bedazzled with red crystals to match his eyes- the same eyes that bore into you so intensely as you wrap the lead around your wrist several times, drawing him close.

"Such a pretty pet you make," you purr, and something in him purrs back, dark lashes fluttering.

— It's definitely a bedroom-only thing for him though. He has a reputation to uphold afterall. That also means he's getting hard the moment you go to fasten it around his neck ❤︎

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀

— Akaza takes to his collar so easily, smitten with how it feels around his pretty neck the moment you clip it on. He finds it comforting and likes to wear it as often as possible, as a reminder that he is irrevocably yours even when you're apart.

— He'd probably get so attached to it that he'd get anxious if you tried to remove it, instantly rushing to apologize, thinking he's done something wrong and you're punishing him. He gets a little sick to his stomach at the thought of being a bad pet, or bad in general.

— And he'd love to be leashed! it puts less pressure on him not to suddenly jerk away or disobey you on accident, because the lead is there to stop him from going too far.

— Just imagine being on your back with him rutting into you desperately, and then using the leash to pull him down to your lips, smothering his moans against your lips. Purrr.

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀

—Douma will try just about anything, and won't bat an eye if you confess you want to put a collar on him. He is a bit picky though, so make sure it's a nice one, perhaps with pretty dangly things or gems to compliment his eyes.

— I have this vivid image in my mind of him lifting his hair out of the way as you attach the collar around his neck, those rainbow-colored eyes fixated on your facial expressions, searching for your approval. And when he finds it, he's already purring. He'll gladly show it off too, posing and admiring himself in the mirror.

— He likes it even more when you tug him around by it, whether that be by a lead or just hooking your finger through it and yanking him forward. He's a brat sometimes so at times you'll have to be rough with him, and he likes it, so don't worry about hurting him (that turns him on anyway ❤︎)

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎

— NOW HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT PLS!! Kokushibo likes to be collared but won't admit it. In fact, he'll pretend he's completely indifferent to it. Beneath the surface though, it feels more right than he ever imagined, to be marked as yours in such a way.

— He's another one I could see having a hard time parting with his collar, which is the biggest clue you'll get from him that he likes it. Just imagining reaching for the clasp when he's being particularly stubborn and his hand slaps over it, all six pairs of eyes wide with panic.

"Don't take it off, please..." he'd mumble, the slightest of blushes gracing his usually stoic face.

— As for leashes... he might be a little offended that you think he'd need one, he has impeccible control of his body and only moves it when you say afterall.

— He will, however, entertain it. Though you hardly need to yank him around at all, it's still very hot to see it moving along with him, especially if you get a chain, cus you hear it jingle with every thrust.

𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎

— Gyokko will let you put a collar on him, but he's very picky about the appearance of it. Seriously you'll have to take him with you when you get one so he can pick one out, or let him ramble on about what he wants and get it custom made.

— I think he'd like to have multiple ones, so he can switch them out as he pleases. As for fucking him with it on, he's more easily-flustered than usual, getting red in the face when you boss him around and tug on it.

— Insists on getting matching leashes for each of his collars because he's painfully particular about the small details, but at least he's letting you leash him in the first place right?

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #muzan kibutsuji x reader #akaza x reader #kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #gyokko x reader #sub muzan #sub akaza #doma x reader #sub douma #sub kokushibo #sub gyokko #dom!reader #dom reader #sub kny #sub!kny #n/sfw

[prettyprettypaci2]

Therapy - Part 5

💕 Part 1 💕 Part 2 💕 Part 3 💕 Part 4 💕

"I'm guessing you know what we're going to talk about today."

You're sitting on the familiar couch in Miss Heather's office, swaying nervously back and forth like a rocking horse at full gallop. Your breathing is rapid and irregular, escaping as squeaky little puffs from your frantically bobbing pacifier. You feel your twin French braids slap your bare shoulders with each heaving swing. You hug yourself with crossed arms, digging welts into your thighs with your glittery acrylic nails.

Everything had been going so well for you these last few months. Christmas had come and gone without too much distress; your gifts were all dumb things like patterned diapers and fluffy petticoats, but you had expected nothing less when you saw the sparkling pink wrapping paper. You had started going outside more, with Miss Heather taking you on a short trip or errand every therapy session. Other than a few snickering college girls or confused old ladies on park benches, your diapers and ridiculous outfits had rarely caused a stir, and you stopped whining so much about the excursions after returning to Miss Heather's office.

But now you've ruined everything.

You wait for Miss Heather to give you some words of comfort, to talk you down from your frenzy. But she simply observes you with an unreadable expression. Many minutes pass, and fatigue starts to set in. Your breathing remains heavy, but slows into a normal rhythm. Your violent rocking reduces to an unsteady shiver. You look into Miss Heather's eyes, silently pleading for her to make it better. To forgive you. She remains silent.

You think back to the very first time you met Miss Heather, when your step-sisters first started faking your accidents. She had been unlike anyone you had ever met -- clinical and challenging with her questions, but still deeply kind. You had assumed that as soon as you explained how your family was treating you, she would contact your step-mom and put a stop to the diapers that very day. Looking down now at the pony-patterned cloud of padding taped to your hips, you shake your head at how naïve you had been.

You uncross your arms and grab the end of one of your French braids. It's tied off with a bouncy pink-and-silver ribbon. You hate wearing ribbons, or anything else prissy, but the pink and silver parts have different textures you like to touch. The pink is soft and silky; the silver is coarse and lacy. You never used to care about little sensations like that, but in your constant isolation and boredom, you find yourself exploring them often. Miss Heather encourages it, telling you it's a way to discover the world all over again.

You've calmed down now, remaining tense but still. You close your eyes for a few seconds, then let them flutter open, tickling your brow with the comically long eyelashes Lauren had glued on. You realize your therapy isn't going to start until you speak. You let your pacifier fall out of your mouth and dangle from its purple clip.

"It was stupid. I was stupid."

Miss Heather remains unsmiling, but you swear her eyes soften. You love her for that.

"Why did you do it?"

You swallow hard, feeling a lump in your throat. "I didn't want to do this anymore. I wanted to go back to how things were...b-before the diapers." You catch yourself. "Before MY diapers."

Miss Heather crosses her legs. "And you thought you could do that by stealing?"

You quake a bit when you hear her say the word. It was just a pair of cotton underwear. On clearance. Your step-mom had wandered off to find some cartoon-themed snow boots in your size, and you saw them on the shelf. The shortalls you wore yesterday had little pockets at the waist you could hide them in.

"I said I was sorry," you whimper. This is true. When Olivia had found the underwear in your room, she held you down and twisted your arm until you confessed. Your step-mom had driven you back to the clothing store and forced you to apologize to the lady at the register. You're sure the old woman had never seen an adult sob so much.

Miss Heather leans towards you and rests her chin on an open palm. "When would you have worn the underwear? Would you have taken off your diapers and hoped your step-mom wouldn't notice? Would you have left home?"

"I don't knoooooooow," you moan pathetically, leaning away and flitting your pretty eyelashes towards the ceiling as you pull on your braids. "I just wanted to have them."

Miss Heather lets the thought hang in the air before she speaks. "It's normal to want things you can't have. But to feel so strongly about it that you're willing to steal is very concerning. Do you think what you did was wrong?"

You sniffle. "Yeah..."

"Do you? Or are you just saying that because you think it's the right answer?"

You meet Miss Heather's gaze, which still shows more severity than sympathy. You ponder the question for a moment. "It was wrong to steal," you begin slowly, then add quietly: "But some days...it's just so hard to wear my diapers."

Miss Heather pulls out her smartphone and gives it a few taps. The TV screen on the wall lights up with a cartoonish diagram of the human brain. Pulling out a laser pointer, she swivels it around the section labeled "frontal lobe."

"In psychology, there's a difference between moral judgment and moral reasoning," she says, taking on the tone of a schoolteacher. "You can decide that something is right or wrong, but make a different decision based on what your desires are. Usually these two things line up pretty well -- we try to do what we think is right. But when our choices don't match our values, we want to correct the imbalance. We do this by trying to associate the bad behavior with something unpleasant."

Your mouth hangs open stupidly as Miss Heather lectures. She notices your confusion.

"Like a punishment," she clarifies, taking the image off the TV and setting her smartphone down. "Did your step-mom punish you after you apologized?"

You shift uncomfortably on your padded butt. You had kicked and screamed and pleaded, but your step-mom gave you the worst spanking of your life. "Yeah."

"That's normal. But fixing those connections between beliefs and choices is much easier when you recognize they don't match, and you take steps to confront it yourself. This is how guilt helps us. I know you have an icky feeling in your tummy that you just want to go away."

You nod sullenly, shuffling your feet. You watch the butterfly decals on the toes of your shoes glitter in the light.

Miss Heather goes on. "There's an old expression, 'an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.' The best way to avoid that yucky feeling is to fix the imbalance before you engage in the behavior. If you had told your step-mom in the store that you wanted to steal that underwear, but didn't do it, how would things have worked out differently?"

You hold your breath for a moment, considering the question. "I wouldn't have done it, because she would have been watching me."

"Do you think she still would have punished you?"

The memory of your spanking makes you wince again. "Maybe..."

"And that would have been a good thing! The punishment reinforces that connection between actions and consequences. But instead of feeling yucky guilt, you feel pride that you made the right choice and asked your step-mom for help in a moment of weakness."

You slowly pump your toes up and down, making the butterfly decals dance and shimmer. "So I should get punished even when I do nothing wrong?"

"You should ask to be corrected when you know you need it," Miss Heather replies. "Look at me for a moment."

You tear your eyes away from the trance of your pretty shoes and meet your therapist's gaze.

"Let's say you were left at home for a week. Your step-mom and step-sisters go away on a little trip and you're all by yourself. Do you think you would still follow all of your rules? Would you still wear your diapers?"

You know there's only one way you can answer honestly. It's a fantasy you've described to Miss Heather too many times already. "No," you say, starting to tremble. "I wouldn't."

"Would that be wrong, to break rules when your family is away?"

A lump finds its way into your throat. "Y-yeah..."

"So what do we do now? You know what's right, but your brain wants to do wrong. If it ever happens -- and it may happen someday -- you know that guilty feeling will start eating you up. What should you do about it?"

You grip your braids again, feeling the coarse silver and silky pink of the ribbons more intensely than ever. "A-ask to be punished?"

"Good!" Miss Heather smiles for the first time this whole session, and your heart begins to melt. The tension evaporates, washing away like a sand castle in the tide of Miss Heather's forgiving praise. "Why don't you lie down on your tummy and explain to me why you need to be punished. You can hold Mr. Kazoo if you'd like."

You're terrified by what's about to happen, but you're past the point of being able to fight it. You stretch out on the couch, your fat diapered bottom wiggling in the air. You pull your giant stuffed teddy bear from his perch on the floor and wrap your arms around his neck. "Sometimes I think about not wearing my diapers," you begin cautiously.

You hear the hardwood floors creak as Miss Heather rises and approaches, outside your field of vision. "Do you think you deserve to be punished?"

The shivering returns and you clutch Mr. Kazoo closer. "Um...y-yes."

The floorboards fall silent. You can smell Miss Heather's perfume behind you.

"The rule is that you always wear your diapers now."

You can barely breathe. "I shouldn't break the rules."

You scrunch up your face in frightened anticipation. Miss Heather says something else but you don't hear it. All you can think of is Lauren sneering at you as she delivers one of her favorite taunts: "Good girl."

Good girl.

Good girl.

You're going to be a good girl.

💕 Part 6 💕

#ab dl diaper #ab dl mommy #diaper pee #ab dl lifestyle #diaper sissy #ab dl girl #diaper training

[the-s1lly-corner]

How would TADC cast react to their s/o baking them some pastries?

TADC cast x reader who bakes!

Funny that this is the next request due to be answered because I'm making orange cranberry scones as we speak (for an order! Not for me sadly, though I have enough to make myself a batch!)

CAINE:

Bro is going to try to shove whatever you've made for him into his jaws before bubble even has a chance to eat it.. has probably eaten right out of your hand before because of this/j

...../hj

He seems the type

Loudly goes on and on about how amazing it tasted, every single time without fail! Gets REALLY creative with his compliments, I thimk

Alas admin is no where near as creative as caine

POMNI:

Looks like she keeps a jar of cookies in her house in the real world. And honestly theres nothing wrong with that... though pomni herself cannot bake for shit

But good news! You're constantly making sure she has a supply to them so things work out in the end!

Though, I think she would eventually feel guilty because you're always making stuff for her, so shes gonna try to return the favor; with varying success

RAGATHA:

I know for a fact I said somewhere that ragatha would, if she ever escaped with her partner to the real world, she would open a bakery with them. As well as this I also hc ragatha to be really into baking

So

You guys bond together through that, and perhaps even have dates where you two get together and make something! (This can be read as platonic, too!)

This leads to you guys sometimes surprising one another with a baked good... kinda funny tbh

JAX:

Similar to zooble, jax is more of a sour over sweet kind of guy. But if you tie say, limes or lemons into a treat, then you've caught his interest. Probably the type of guy to snag pieces of stuff before everythings done and/or assembled, you're probably going to have to bar him from the kifchen

He does this both to be annoying but because you're so so talented he cant resist

Comically slaps his hand as he tries to reach for something

KINGER:

I propose to you;

Person who can cook but sucks at baking x person who can bake but sucks at cooking

Oooo I mentioned in ragathas part that you two would make a bakery in the real world

But imagine you and kinger having a stay-in date in the real world; he makes dinner and you make dessert and its just you two working around in the kitchen and just

Talking

I think that's nice

As for the actual giving of goods, I think he would be honored. Makes it a point to take his time and savor the goodie. It kind of just.. no clips/phases into his head

Weird

Constantly talks about how talented you are to others, I think

ZOOBLE:

Oh... thanks...

Look zooble loves you, a lot, but sweets arent exactly their go to. Now sour and savory, that's another story and if you make her anything that falls into those groups they're gonna subtly hint that they wish for you to bake something

Actually .. no not subtly, zooble doesnt strike me as the type to drops hints like that majority of the time, they seem more blunt

Very nice, none of it goes to waste! Bad at making compliments but does express that your baking is good regardless

GANGLE:

She looks like a strawberry shortcake enjoyer (I have never tried or made strawberry shortcake( and I explain why

Would be over the moon if you gave her some. Actually, she would still be over the moon if you gave her ANYTHING

Shes very shy when it comes to recieving gifts, so she may kinda. Freeze up when you put the plate in her hands... give her a minute shes just trying to find her voice to thank you!

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[kelcemenow]

As The Snow Falls - Chapter 7.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1661

Warnings Strong language and a whole lot of fluff.

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

With Travis stood behind you and his arms wrapped around your waist, he gently placed a kiss on the side of your neck. You giggled and reached for the door handle. Travis was ready and dressed for skiing but you still needed to go to your room to change your clothes and Travis was only too pleased to accompany you there.

Turning the door handle you placed your finger against your lips. "Shhh!" You warned him as you knew the rest of the group would still be asleep.

Travis grinned and held you tight before you both headed towards your bedroom door. Your feet became tangled with his as you tried to walk in tandem and as you stifled a loud laugh by clamping your hand over your mouth, someone appeared briskly from around the corner.

"Jasmine!" You exclaimed, a little louder than anticipated.

Travis quickly stepped away from you and you noticed Jasmine's eyes narrow profusely. You cleared your throat and awkwardly smoothed out your pyjamas.

"What's this?" Jasmine said with an uncomfortable breathy laugh.

Travis scratched the back of his neck, "Uhhhh...we were just joking around."

"Joking around? Looks like some pretty serious flirting going on?" Jasmine folded her arms, "Is there something going on that I don't know about?"

You glanced to Travis quickly, "Jas-"

"Whatever, I don't care. I need coffee." She fluttered her eyelashes, "Travis, would you make some for me? Your coffee is so good!"

Travis exhaled and shrugged his shoulders, "Sure."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, I gotta go...and...get dressed."

Lowering your head, you marched straight to your room, your heart rising in your chest. As soon as you reached the door, you swung it open and rushed inside of the room, leaning your head against the cold wood once it was closed.

"Fuck." You whispered to yourself with a smile.

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The crisp snow crunched loudly underneath your boots as you retrieved your skis and poles from the shelter just outside of the cabin. You breathed in the cold breeze, feeling the sting of the bitter air as it filled your nostrils. As you clipped your boots into the skis, you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump slightly as you turned your head quickly.

"Shit, sorry!" Jason's face beamed back at you.

You clutched your chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared the hell out of me, man!" You laughed.

"So? You and Travis, huh?"

You lowered your eyebrows, "What about me and Travis?"

Jason laughed, "Oh, come on! You think I'm blind?"

You turned back to reach for your poles, mostly to hide the growing smile on your face that you were failing to hide.

"I can see something a'brewing there, man!" Jason raised his eyebrows at you. "Come on, spill! And be mindful, the guy is still my brother. I don't want all of the disgusting details!"

You shifted yourself closer to him, lowering your voice, "Honestly, Jason...I don't know what's going on, but I can't stop smiling!"

An arm quickly swung around your shoulder as the 6 foot 3 inch Center pulled you in closer, "Me neither! My favourite girl and my little brother...getting it on."

You let out a throaty laugh, "Don't dude...Jasmine seems to think she's got dibs on him and she's already sniffing around us like a bloodhound. And I don't really want to deal with another Jasmine tantrum right now."

"Oh, hell nah!" Jason stepped in front of you, "We only have one day left here and I'll be dammed if I let something ruin the vibe."

You grinned and nodded your head, just as Travis appeared from behind Jason's shoulder.

"Ready to go?" His voice deep and thick with excitement.

Jason's eyebrows jumped up quickly before he turned to face his brother, "Enjoy, man." He said, slapping his palm against the side of Travis' bicep and disappearing back into the cabin.

Travis threw you a wink, your heart leaping at the sight. As he made his way closer to you, your chest tightened, the cool air filling your lungs. You shuffled your feet awkwardly, looking down at the skis that were restricting your movements until Travis was suddenly inches away from you. He raised his arm and reached behind you, his intoxicating scent almost hypnotising you. You took a deep breath, rooted to the spot and watched as the muscles in his neck pulsated as he grabbed his own skis. He glanced down at you and smiled a little.

"What?" You breathed a laugh as you spoke.

Travis' smile widened, "Nothing." He pressed his lips together, as if he had more to say.

"Go on?" You nodded.

He looked away, avoiding your gaze for a second, "You just look...beautiful."

Your cheeks quickly flushed and you looked down to your feet, the snow laying flat from where you had been standing. Your immediate reaction was the brush his compliment off, but you remembered what he had said earlier. He wasn't going to stop so you needed to get used to it. You raised your head to meet his gaze again, his icy stare somehow spreading a warmth across your chest. "Come on, I'll race you to the ski lift."

You darted away, sliding smoothly across the fresh snow, your eyes beginning to water from the cool air whipping past you. You confidently guided yourself towards the lift entrance, pulling your ski goggles down to shield your eyes from the bright morning sunshine. You glanced back quickly, noticing that Travis had barely made it away from the lodge. Bending your knees slightly, you increased your speed before angling the back of your skis quickly to the right, powder spraying onto the lift gates as you stopped dead. Pulling your goggles back onto the top of your head, you watched as Travis slowly but steadily made his way down the small hill towards you, his hands gripping onto the poles.

Your eyes widened as you noticed that he wasn't slowing down. You held an arm up and waved it from side to side in an attempt to get Travis' attention.

"Put your toes together, make a point with the front! Toes together, Travis!" You yelled out, your voice thick with panic.

Travis obeyed, a small mound of snow piling up in front of him, eventually bringing him to a halt next to you. You smiled as he pulled off one of his gloves and wiped his brow, taking a long breath before meeting your gaze.

"What? Okay, so it's been a while since I've skied." He said, shrugging his shoulders and putting his glove back on.

"I didn't say anything." You giggled as you pushed the gates to the ski lift open, "Not a thing."

Travis followed closely behind you, "You didn't have to. Your face said it all."

You exhaled another laugh, your warm breath visible in the cold air, "Come on, stop your pouting and get in." You patted the seat next to you.

"How come you're so good at this anyway?" Travis said as he struggled to manoeuvre himself around the cart.

"I worked a couple of seasons in France."

Travis raised his eyebrows, "Fuck! I didn't know I was with some sort of expert. I thought I was gonna impress you." The cart jerked as he quickly collapsed down next to you.

"Impress me?" You nudged him playfully, pulling the bar down across the pair of you just as the cart lifted slowly into the air.

Travis' eye's darted across his surroundings, "Well, yeah. I didn't think my sub-par skiing skills would be so rusty."

"I could show you some basics? Maybe, refresh your memory?"

"I like the sound of that." His arm slowly draped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, "Although, would it be totally unprofessional for me to make out with the teacher?"

You held his deep gaze, the world around you seeming to fade away, "Maybe you should try it and find out."

Travis' pale eyes sparkled and the corners of his mouth moved into a large grin before he lowered his head down towards yours, closing the already short distance between you. His soft lips connected with yours and moved slowly with a gentle pressure. Your skin tingled with a sudden pleasure that spread across your whole body as the kiss progressed. Travis brought his hand up to tenderly cup your cheek before sliding it to the back of your neck, his fingers softly stroking your hair. You carefully shifted closer to him, aware that any small movements would swing the cart, but Travis held onto you tightly. Your tongue danced against his and the warm, wet sensation caused your chest to flutter. As your lips parted further, you gasped for a quick breath before allowing Travis to explore your mouth again. The kiss was slow, romantic even, and as the cart swayed gently in the breeze, you melted completely into his arms.

You opened your eyes only slightly and a small ray of bright sunlight blinded your gaze. You pulled away from the kiss, looking to see that Travis' face was still plastered with a smile.

"I'm crazy about you." He whispered.

"Good." You quietly replied, "Because you've got detention with me later."

Travis' head jerked back, his eyebrows lowered with confusion, "What? Why?"

"That kiss." You smirked, "It was very unprofessional."

Travis grabbed your waist and dug his fingers into your flesh, causing you to let out a loud roar of laughter. The cart swung dramatically from your erratic movements and Travis quickly held onto you again, protecting you as you both screamed out with more amusement.

You took a deep breath and rested your head on Travis' shoulder, looking out onto the morning sunrise. The warm red and purple colours surrounded you both, your breathing slowing down to a contented pace. You sat in comfortable silence for a few seconds before Travis cleared his throat.

"Come to Kansas City tomorrow."

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This took some time...and I'm really sorry! I've had a crazy couple of weeks and writing took a bit of a backseat. But I hope you liked this chapter, the comments I have been receiving for this series have been amazing! I'll get to working on the next chapter right away and if you have sent in a request, do not worry, I will be making my way through this requests once this series is finished! If you want to be included in my Taglist, just let me know!

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[iliketangerines]

heyyy :p I rlly rlly loved the shang tsung work you did (same person who requested it hihi) it was amazing :3

Is it okay for me to request more just maybe this time what you think his kinks would be? I feel like he would be into corruption and predator/prey. Maybe also bondage.

Maybe also a hybrid reader? Like a cat or fox to make it 10x more spicy? 🤔 idk ur decision if you wanna add a bit of that into it

Sorry if I'm spamming you I just really love your writing 💔

sing for me pt. 2

a/n: i gotchu cutie, and omg you're so right about the corruption kink. i think he'd be an evil little bastard about it too

pairing: dom!shang tsung x hybrid cat!afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), spanking, blow jobs/deepthroating, choking, thigh riding, dacryphilia, degradation kink, slight breeding kink, aphrodisiacs, slight bondage, overstimulation, edging, predator/prey, slight corruption kink, sight exhibition kink

he loves to spank you and watch how his handprints paint your ass red, and he loves how you become nothing but a mess in his lap

he loves to watch you cry as he slaps your ass and fingers your drooling pussy, bringing you to the edge over and over again but denying you your release

he loves to tug on your tail as he spanks you, watching as your hips buck in his lap and how your tail thrashes around

he always has you on your knees, sucking and whining around his cock as he fucks into your face

he lets you grind into his shoe as he fucks your face, but sometimes for fun, he loves to just tie your hands behind your back and keeps your legs apart so you can’t rub your thighs together and cry even harder at the lack of friction on your needy clit

continuing on the spanking, he loves to mark you up in other places, hickeys on your neck and fingertip sized bruises on your hips

he loves to leave bite marks all over your body, your tits, your legs, your ass, anywhere he can bite really

anytime he can, he’s degrading you: telling you that you’re such a slut, how maybe if he whored out your body he could earn a few more coins

it never fails to make your little cat ears twitch and your tail sway in excitement even as you cry and whine pathetically

he loves to make you beg for it, and it never fails to make your ears flatten to your head and your face warm as you beg for him to please fuck you and your needy pussy

when he does fuck you, there’s only two positions for him: your hips are up in the air with your face in the ground or your legs hooked over his shoulders

when he fucks you from behind, he love to tug on your tail to feel your pussy clench around him and to hear your desperate moans for him to touch your clit

he loves to squeeze and swat at your ass as he fucks you behind

when he’s pressing his dick deep into you in a mating press, you can’t help but blabber about how you need him to fill you up like a good bitch

he always laughs, mocking the tears in your eyes and how drool pools at the corner of your mouth as you become nothing but a breeding bitch for him

when he’s in this position, he loves to choke you as well, watching as your eyes glaze over in submission and how he’s the one in control of you

and sometimes, he has you drink one of his potions, an aphrodisiac to make you horny and needy for him

those days he has you grind against his thigh, humping into him with tears in your eyes as he tugs on your tail and sucks hickeys onto your neck

your cunt would leave a mess on his pants, but he doesn’t mind when it’s you

after he’s finally brought into Sindel’s court and has money to spend on you, he buys you a collar with a bell and clips it to your neck

he loves to hear it ring as he fucks into you from behind: it’s a reminder that you belong to him and only him

he buys rope and chain, all sorts of toys to try on you, and he can’t help but coo at your wide eyes and quivering voice as you ask him what it’s for

he enjoys breaking you in, whipping you, tying you up and leaving toys inside of you to buzz inside of you and fuck you until you can’t think

he loves to watch you beg with a plug in your ass and a toy pressed into your clit while it fucks into your drooling cunt

he makes you walk around his fake laboratory with the toys inside of you, caning you when he’s seen you’ve left a mess on the floor with your wetness

if he catches you touching yourself, he ties your arms behind your back and edges you to no end, bringing you to the peak but never letting you teeter over

if he’s feeling particularly angry, he’ll smile at you and laugh as he strips you of your clothes and sends you into the woods

he lets you run and run, but he always catches up to you, unable to hide your sweet scent and the ringing of the bell on your collar

he’ll fuck you in the woods, pulling on your tail for a better grip as you moan in pain and pleasure

but, he always takes care of you afterward, rubbing your body with lotions and soaking you in hot bathes, paying extra attention to the fur on your ears and tail

one day, he’ll rule Outworld, and he’ll have you sit on his lap, legs spread and pretty pussy spread for the world as he fucks you in front of everyone

but that’s for another time

#tangerine writes #tangerine answers #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat smut #mk smut #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mk x you #mk x y/n #shang tsung #shang tsung mk1 #mk1 shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #shang tsung x y/n #shang tsung x you #shang tsung smut

[the-solar-system52]

DAYCARE ATTENDANT IN HELP WANTED 2

FUCK YESSSS!! I REALLY THOUGHT RUIN WOULD BE SUN AND MOON'S LAST MAJOR APPEARANCE BUT NO!! NEW TRAILER IS OUT AND ITS TIME TO ANALYSE!!!

WE FINALLY GET TO DO ARTS AND CRAFTS WITH SUN!! This seems to be a puzzle mini game where you make Paper Pals!! I'm guessing, if you mess up the Paper Pal, you get jumpscared (probably by Moon) or it could be a time trail. It does seem weirdly DARK in the clip for Sun to still be here, but maybe that was intentional? Or not.

(those red doors seem to have lightbulbs on them, maybe there's a mechanic where we need to stop the lights from going out?)

Edit: I have even more evidence to suggest that the lights will be a feature in this minigame! In the one clip, if you slow it down, you can see the lights flicker and the screen you are using switch off!

I bet this is the electricity going out, and if that happens, Moon will jumpscare you! A lot of HW minigames have a "do this task but also stop this thing from happening so you don't get jumpscared" like the mangle vent repairs, so this makes sense!

NEXT UP WE GOT THE CAROUSEL MINIGAME! Not much to say about this one, since Dawko already uploaded him playing it, but this is significantly higher quality! Moons animation is different, and more things could change from the Dawko version considering the fact that it was only a playtest and wasn't finished yet. I'm very excited to play it!

(I hope they upload the carnival music in better quality if they release the soundtrack for the game. that shit SLAPS)

Ok so this is a weird one. We seem to be training the endo (who has a VR HEADSET on) with a moon-themed memory card game. At first, I thought this would be in the daycare because of the background, but in another clip, we see the camera pan over and we are actually in the daycare-themed room in the endo section all the way back in security breach!

Moon has always had a weird unexplained connection to the endos. Broken endo parts in his room, Moon merch and Daycare structures in the endo basement thing, and even evidence of a scrapped area of the endo section that Moon was supposed to appear in. (There was an unused soundtrack and unused animations, check out the Lost Bits YouTube video on SB for more info)

I'm excited to see if they will explain more as to why these connections are here. Is Vanny using Moon to train the endos to do her bidding? I dunno, but I'll be waiting to find out.

Last image i could find is this. It sure is a sun, dunno if its actually connected to Daycare Attendant Sun or not. The way this shot is framed makes it look like a dark ride?? That, or the player character has the weakest flashlight imaginable.

But if this IS Daycare Attendant related, then it'll most-likely be the intro for the Paper Pals minigame! Still, UNREASONABLY dark if this is a sun-centric minigame, there's no way the dark won't be part of the gameplay mechanic in this.

If anyone recognises this specific structure from anywhere in the pizzaplex please tell me!!

Edit: There's also this weird glitch-transition effect when it cuts to DJ Music Man, what's that about? Reminds me of the BB World Arcade Game a little bit.

Ending thoughts:

So before we get too excited, let's not forget about Help Wanted 1. The minigames were just that, MINIGAMES. They weren't even canon, and depending where this game takes place in the timeline, I don't think these are either.

I mean, these are DCA normal models! Where we left him in the story they were:

In their RUINED models.

And 2. Eclipse! And therefore non-hostile.

And even if this takes place BEFORE Ruin, how on Earth would Moon be at a CAROUSEL? In Help Wanted 1, the game was made-up by Fazbear Entertainment to make light of the rumours going around about Freddys, although they were based on real events, the Glamrocks aren't ACTUALLY in the Sister Location basements. I'm not saying there's NO truth to the minigames, but we shouldn't accept everything they tell us at face value.

BUT that doesn't mean we won't get ANY Daycare Attendant lore crumbs. Firstly, we may possibly get voicelines in the minigames, if they don't decide to just reuse old ones.

Secondly, it's possible this game will have something similar to the Help Wanted 1 Tapes. Secrets outside of the minigames that tell us more about the canon lore! Bonnie, The Glamrocks, DCA, and other loose ends from SB may be mentioned through these secrets!

Thirdly, what I just said may be made more likely if the "we play as Cassies dad" theory is true. If Cassie takes after her dad in having sympathy for the animatronics (which I think she does) then he will probably have something to say about all the stuff Fazbear Entertainment has done to the animatronics. Especially since he WORKS there.

EITHER WAY I AM SO INSANELY EXCITED!! Unfortunately, it comes out on December 14th and I won't be able to play it till Christmas so TAG YOUR SPOILERS EVERYONE!!!

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[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 27 - Lavender 8

Okay. So I've had this chapter in the back burner for a while. Just fluffing the bare bones of it every now and then. We are introduced to a couple of new characters of my own creation. Forgive my lack of creativity on names and appearances.

Note!! I've posted this part once and then took it down like 10 minutes later when I realized I wasn't happy with it. I apologize to the ones who have already read this part. There have been some changes!

I really hope you enjoy! This plot has definitely thickened, and more drama Llama has come. I'm pulling out all the stops.

Warnings! Drinking and Shanks fucks up big time! A bit of a time skip happens. Also, a SURPRISE!

Masterlist

Shanks is drunk. Far more inebriated than he had planned to be, but the sake and rum were tasty, and he and his crew were celebrating a raid gone perfectly. The hoard that Yasopp had found at the end of the fight, if you could even call it one, had been the cherry on top. The group of organized bandits had been at work for a long time, stealing and taxing the villages of this island until everyone was as poor as dirt.

A child of all people had begged Shanks and his crew to take care of the bandits. The redhead had seen another kid in this one’s place, a big sneaky grin and mischievous eyes, and had easily caved. Lucky Roux had found the trail to the hideout quickly, and it was over after that. The bandits and their leader didn't stand a chance against someone like Shanks.

So now, they sat in the bar that had the most booze, going through the bandit hoard for anything they may want for themselves. The villagers had been adamant that the entire crew took something as payment, and Shanks wasn't about to say no to anything for free. He was a pirate, after all.

The Emperor had caught sight of a beautiful hair clip, one simple but ornate with tiny blue jewels embedded in the silver material. Shanks had thought of his treasure, specifically his Snowflake when he'd seen the hair clip and had swiftly pocketed it before losing himself in the copious amounts of booze that flowed around him.

Now that Shanks was thinking about you, he realized just how much he missed his treasure. It's been just over two weeks since he last saw you and tasted your lips on his. Far too long since he'd been able to bury his head between your legs and bring you to the edge over and over before you were begging him to let you come. Or having you ride his cock until you were nothing but a sobbing mess who couldn't remember anything other than the names of the two men who you belonged to.

It’s been three months since the first time Shanks had gotten the privilege of making love with his little treasure. In his drunken state, these two weeks felt like that long ago, and Shanks sighed dramatically and slumped over the bar, his mug of ale sloshing dangerously over the lip, “Benn when can we go back to _’s island?”

Shanks is far from quiet, and the bar is still filled with other pirates. People are listening in, most uncaring for the drunk pirate lamenting about his want for some woman. But to one, the old man hears your name, and recognition lights his brain.

Benn slaps him on the back of his head, a scowl on his face as he narrows his eyes at his Captain. The idiot was drunk as a skunk, “You need to be more careful, Shanks.”

The redhead pouts at Benn, dark eyes glassy, and then he drunks straight from the bottle of sake he holds. He wipes his mouth, “I know what I'm doing, Benn. No one here could ever beat me in a fight. I can protect _ just fine.”

“That's not the point, Shanks,” Benn hisses at him and tugs his Captain close by his black cloak. He shakes him, trying to knock some sense into the other man. Beckman knows that Shanks could be irresponsible, but this was ridiculous.

“Think for a damn second. If someone overhears and spreads a rumor that an Emperor of the Sea is head over heels with her. It's over. You know her past, you know who would be after her. Not to mention that Mihawk would kill you.”

The redhead sees everything that has gone so well the past six months with you and Mihawk all go up in flames. His treasures would despise him, and he would have no choice but to accept that, because it would be all his fault. Already ruining something good.

He spirals further when he thinks about the news you had shared with him and Mihawk the last time the three of you had been able to get together.

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You stand before the two men. Shanks can tell that you are nervous, snow has gathered around your feet, and he fights the urge to pull you close and demand what's wrong. Mihawk sits beside him, concern swimming in his ringed gaze. Hank lays on the floor between the three of you, big dark eyes trained on his human.

You begin to pace, picking up the now massive orange fluff ball and holding him close. You hold Sukuna close to your chest, threading your fingers through his thick fur. They watch you take a deep breath and then turn to them, eyes wide and full of trepidation.

“My period hasn't started yet. I keep careful track of it, and it's been fifty-two days since my last one. I-I’ve been really sick in the morning and feeling weak, and all my books say that I'm probably… pregnant?”

Mihawk nor Shanks like the fear in your voice, but your announcement has both of them star-struck. There was a baby inside of you? Made by one of them? Shanks pictures a little girl with bright red hair and golden eyes, chubby cheeks, and a brilliant smile. It's picturesque and perfect in his mind's eye, a beautiful mix of all three of them.

Hawkeye is the first to stand from the couch and go to your side. He takes your face in hand, calloused fingers holding you so carefully, and then dips down to press his lips to yours. Dracule is a mess of emotions, but elation wins over all of it. Never in his life did he think that he would have this chance, and he vowed that he would not squander it. As he kissed you, Mihawk came to the harsh conclusion that he no longer had a choice in keeping his involvement in her past a secret. The warlord would have to tell you.

Shanks eyes his lovers, a smile playing on his lips as he stands to gather his treasures close. He drops a kiss to the back of your head and sneaks his hand around your stomach, a look of wonder coming over his face as he strokes your belly.

“A kid, huh?” Shanks murmurs, and his haki creeps forth, wrapping around you and Mihawk, “I think we can swing that.”

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Shanks seems to sober up a bit at the harsh reminder. He sits straight, frown replacing his easy-going pout. his first mate is right, and his chest feels tight with guilt at his incompetence. Had he really been that loud? Fuck. Shanks doesn't remember. He licks his lips and pushes the bottle of sake to the side, suddenly not in the mood for any more drinking.

How could he be this dumb? Shouting your name to the heavens in a drunken stupor, needing his first mate to come in and literally shake some sense into him.

“Thank you, Benn,” Shanks croaks and runs his hand through his hair, grimacing at the state it was in. Gods, what was wrong with him tonight, “Let's head back to the ship, yeah?”

Benn stands, tossing some berri to the counter, “Best idea you've had tonight, Captain.”

The old man stands to go to the bar and order a drink, watching the two men stumble out of the bar. Though he looks unassuming dressed in regular clothes like a local, it is far from the truth.

Wiseman is an old member of the Big Mom pirates and remembers the destruction of the Nammu Isles and the two members of the royal family who escaped. They knew of the location of one, but to hear the name of the princess who was thought to be dead was interesting news that his Captain would be delighted to hear about.

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Thousands of miles away, a man sits at a dingy bar. He wears a navy uniform, and a Vice Admiral coat clings to his shoulders. His white hair is shaggy and unkempt, and a pair of brilliant green eyes stare into the sake he holds in his hand. He is clean-shaven with a sharp jaw, though his face is marred by a single scar that crosses vertically on the right side of his mouth. No one bothers the man, for which he is very grateful.

Today was his baby sister's birthday, and he always made sure to take off from any kind of work to mourn her. She wasn't dead. At least he didn't think so, but it's been twenty-two years since the last time he'd laid eyes on his sister. He couldn't visit her, it was far too dangerous for that, so the best he could do was make this day for her. Just like he used to before their home had been taken.

The officer knows back his sake, and the bartender helpfully refills his cup. He sits there for another hour before his peace is broken by one of his subordinates.

“Vice-Admiral Delemur?”

He sighs heavily, and a scowl crosses his face when he gives the younger man his attention. His crew knew better than to bother him on this date, so this had better have been important, “Yes, Nitchell?”

The young man gulped in the face of his superior, and Delemur cursed whoever had allowed this wet behind-the-wear recruit into his platoon. Wait. Fuck. That had been him. Was he an idiot? He focuses back on the kid when he speaks up.

“Vice-Admiral Smoker is here to see you. Said he would wait for you on the docks, Sir.”

Smokey was here? Well, that changed things now, didn't it? Smoker, and when did he get Vice-Admiral? He'd been a Captain last time they spoke- was one of the two people in the Navy who knew about Delemur's sister. The other was Sengoku, even if the white-haired man wasn't a fan of the Fleet Admiral.

Delemur stands and pushes his cup into the recruit's hands, “Here. Finish that for me. Be a good kid, and pick up my tab, too.”

He leaves the kid blubbering at the bartender and disappears, body dropping to the ground and turning into dust. He flies past citizens and pirates alike until he arrives at the docks. The officer finds Smoker at the end of the docks, and he reforms beside the other man, the scared side of his lips twisting up in a welcoming smirk.

“Hey, Smokey. Long time no see,” He murmurs and the other man gives him a matching smirk, “Nice coat.”

“Tomura, still a smarmy ass, huh?” Smoker drawls, and shifts the two cigars in his mouth to the opposite side. He looks at his old friend up and down, seeing the drunken haze in those green eyes. The Vice-Admiral knows what day it was, it's why he came to seek Tomura out when he found out that the other man was only an island away. Not to mention that he had news that the other man might want.

“You know it,” Tomura quips back dryly. He shifts to look out at the raging ocean, and two pairs of knuckle dusters clink on his belt. He licks his lips and eyes his friend out of the corner of his eyes. While it's good to see Smoker, it's odd that the other man would go out of his way to see him, even on this particular day, “Whatcha doin’ here, Smoker?”

Tomura doesn't know if he is thankful or not that the other man has never beaten around the bush. But he does know that he hates the look of pity that Smoker gives him.

“Someone's been talking about your sister, Tomura. Rumor says that it came from Red Haired Shanks singing her name, which started circulating about a week ago. News travels fast in the Grand Line, but there's not been a peep from him about her since.”

Tomura sober instantly and orders his crew to start packing up the second Smoker finishes telling him about the rumors surrounding his little sister. He can hardly see through the film of red that threatens to block out his senses. His hold on his devil fruit fluctuates, his body a weird mix of dust and flesh.

The G-5 Vice-Admiral wishes his old friend good luck and departs as quickly as he'd shown up. While he'd like to go with Tomura, he unfortunately had orders to return to Impel Down for prisoner transport. Smoker grips his friend by the forearm, hand tight enough to leave fingerprints behind, “You watch out for those damn, pirates. Good luck, Tomura.”

The white haired man books it to his ship, shouting orders to his crew that lingers around the docks. They break into action right away, most of them running to the ship to begin readying it to sail. Tomura goes straight to his cabin, dropping to his knees and pulling out an old trunk that is full of old documents and things from his past. He bypasses everything until he finds the old log pose that would lead him to where he needed to go. Back to the safe house. Back to his sister.

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Hate Means Love Ch.1

Jenna Ortega x Male Character.

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings! - inappropriate language, teasing, arguing, and I think that's about it!

I walk into the house coming back from the gym wearing some gray sweatpants with my shirt off and thrown over my shoulder. I look over to Jenna who was starting at me with her annoying brown doe eyes as I walk to the kitchen to get my smoothie.

"If you want me to send you a picture of me, I can do that" I tease her as I tilt my drink back taking a swig.

"Shut up" She scoffs "You look fucking ridicules."

I laugh at her comment knowing I definitely don't look ridicules, I mean not to be cocky, but I work very hard on my body every day, and I'm built and healthy.

"Can you two please not start today, you might as well be married at this point." our other roommate/friend Trina says to us as she comes out of her room.

"Mmm married, let's do it Jenna." I tease her, carrying on my antics.

Jenna rolls her eyes at me and sighs with an annoyed breath. I walk over to the couch and sit across from her on the other couch and get on my phone scrolling through Instagram. I finish my smoothie and set the cup next to me on the side table when Devin our other roommate and friend walks inside.

"Yooo my boy, Devin, looking sexy." I joke with a laugh.

"Thanks honey, you are too." he winks playing along.

"You ready for tonight?" I ask standing up to throw my empty smoothie bottle in the trash.

Devin gives me a "wait" look before i finish my sentence, causing me to look at him.

"What you guys got planned?" Jenna asks curiously.

"Ohhhhh, you didn't invite them?" I laugh tossing my drink in the garbage.

"No, no that's not it, I haven't told them yet, there both coming, at least I hope" he says as he puts his groceries away.

"Where too?" Jenna ask.

"Party tonight, at one of Devin and I's friend's house."

"No arguing tonight guys!" Devins yells as he walks to his room out of sight.

Jenna is leaning against the kitchen counter cornered into the corner of the wall with her arms crossed. I walk over and hover over her as I was much taller than her, and lean over her, just inches from her face.

"You hear that? try and be a good girl tonight." I grin as I reach behind her and grab my vitamin's she was in the way of.

She pushes me and walks away as I laugh out loud to myself. Why Jenna and I never got along, I couldn't say, we have never clicked. She says I'm a condescending dick and I say she's a total bitch, but here we are, living in the same 4 walls.

Jenna's POV.

"UGHHHHH Andre (male characters name) is so annoying!" I yell plopping down on Trina's bed as she does her make up in her mirror.

"You guys have been like that since you were kids, it's got to be like angry sexual tension now that you guys are adults." Trina says making me jump up in shock with my mouth hanging open.

"Ew, I would never, I just hate him so much." I say in disgust at the thought of it.

Trina rolls her eyes followed with a laugh at my actions. She sets her make-up brush in her brush cup making a clink sound and turns to face me.

"I want to have a good time tonight, and so should you Jen! you need too!" She says grabbing my hand and giving me a warm smile. "Here, I have the perfect outfit you can wear, but you will have to grab some hair clips because I can't find mine." she says getting up and heading to her closet.

I get up and walk to my room to get some of my hair clips, before I open my door, I walk into Andre who is coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and then my eyes follow down to his bulge beneath his towel and I couldn't help but stair in surprise.

"My eyes are up here" he says placing his finger under my chin gently lifting my face up, causing me to slap his hand away seeing that stupid grin on his face.

"Don't touch me dumbass" I scoff opening my door and walking into my room.

He laughs and follows me leaning against my doorway.

"So, you can look at my dick, but I can't advert your eyes?" He laughs crossing his arms.

"I was not looking at you're di- Andre get out I'm busy." I say cutting myself off not wanting to deal with his shit.

Andre's POV.

I walk away to my room with a grin on my face to get dressed and ready for the party. I take my towel off and slip on some Calvin Klien black underwear and some simply black Nike socks when I'm interrupted by Devin.

"Yo bro, think I could borrow you're Jordan 1s?" He asks with his head hooked around the door peering in my room.

"Yeah, go ahead man, just not the white and gray ones, I'm wearing them tonight." I say pointing to my closet full of my shoes.

He nods at me, thanking me as he heads towards my closet, and I continue getting ready.

*Time skip*

All of us are in the parking garage heading down to the building for the party when I hand Trina my phone and ask her to snap a picture of me to post on Instagram later.

"Thanks Trina, looks great." I say taking my phone back and shoving it into my pocket.

We get down the parking garage and walk across the street to enter into the building. I'm greeted by all my old friends, and I couldn't be happier. As I look around the room, I notice all the hot women walking around hanging off their friends and talking loudly from the alcohol they have already consumed. I head over to the drink table and grab a red solo cup and fill it to the brim with Captain Morgan, because I'm getting wasted tonight. Jenna approaches from behind me and I look at her taking a sip out of my cup.

"Jesus, are you a damn alcoholic?" She says grabbing a cup, noticing how much pure alcohol is in my cup.

"It's Captain Morgan, here try some." I lift her chin gently with my fingers and tilt her head back bringing my cup to her lips, sliding my thumb to her bottom lip to pull it down so I could gently pour some into her mouth. I wipe the access liquid from her bottom lip and suck it off my finger. "See, it's good" I say with a grin leaving Jenna at the drink table.

Jenna POV.

I stood there as my stomach burned with a feeling I've never felt from that damn boy I hated so much, But I knew he only did it to get a reaction out of me and holy fuc- I was cut off my Trina coming up behind me placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Uhm, that was hot as fuck, and I don't even think of Andre that way."

"Trina!" I say slapping her hand playfully. "He did that shit on purpose, why he did it, couldn't tell you."

Trina rolls her eyes and grabs my hand to drag me into the other room. "Come on there playing do or drink!" she says with a giggle dragging me like a bad kid in the store.

We sit down across from Devin and Andre on a couch and pick our cups up so everyone can take a shot to start the game. I look over to Devin who seems to already have a girl for the night as she's sitting on his lap with her arms wrapped around him, which should be fun to hear the antics tonight.

"Alright, I'll go first!" a man with blonde hair says grabbing a card and proceeds to read it. "Who are you taking home tonight? or drink 2 shots" He laughs after reading around the room and then scans the room to see. "I'm going to take her home tonight!" he says pointing at this blonde girl across the room making Devin and Andre laugh in unison. I continue to drink on my cup feeling light and fuzzy, but in a good way and that's when I hear Trina tell me it's my turn. I grab my card and read it out loud. "Sit in the persons lap directly across from you for the rest of the game or drink 5 shots." I say with a smile looking up to only notice its Andre directly across from me making my smile slowly fade and turn into an irritated expression as I see his stupid grin growing. "You got to be fucking kidding" I say to myself looking at my cup and then back to him. I sigh out loud and walk to him as he slouches in his seat making room for me to sit. I snatch a pillow from the drunk blonde and place it on Andre's lap too avoid any contact with him. I sit on the pillow and look at him visible annoyed.

"You smell good but look like shit." he says with a stupid chuckle.

"Please, I don't want to sit in your lap at all, but 5 shots are way too much." I roll my eyes.

He yanks the pillow out from under me making me yelp and tosses it to the other couch.

"That wasn't part of the rules, no cheating" He grins.

"Asshole" was all I could Munster to say as I turned away from him to ignore him.

About 10 minutes go by and I've just accepted my situation at this point and leaned back into him as it hurt my body sitting so stiff for so long. I finish the last little bit in my cup and Trina offers to get me more since she was getting up to get herself some. I then suddenly feel Andre's hand snake around me and sit on my upper thigh close to my region but not close enough to touch. His hand is huge and practically covers my whole upper thigh. He squeezes it and leans up to my ear, I can feel his warm breath on my ear making me sit closer back to him as the sensation was intoxicating. He squeezes my thigh harder, hard enough to leave a bruise, but in the best way possible as this boy was intoxicating me with arousal.

"You know." His lips brushed against my ear making my back slightly arch, just a little. "For someone who hates me you sure aren't acting like it right now."

I sit up and look at him and scoff, I don't know what the fuck I was doing but I wasn't going to let it keep happening.

"Your such an asshole, stop talking to me." I say annoyed.

and then I look back at him.

"I could say the same thing for you considering you legit have a boner, from me." he laughs and takes a drink out of his cup.

"Stop moving so much on my dick then, I'm sure if you took you're underwear off you would be we-" I cut him off and got off him.

"I'm going to get a drink, your stupid." I say standing up to go find Trina.

End of Chapter 1.

A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter is kind of all over the place or even kind of slow, I'm trying to give a good view of the relationship they have together. Also, this is my first fic I've written and I'm by no means good at it all, chapter 2 will be out very soon! I hope you guys liked it!! and PSA, there will be LOTS of smut in this story very very soon.

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i adore your paintings so muchhh would you happen to have any other tips or tutorials for your process? anything from thumbnailing all the way to final render

Thank you 😭♥ I appreciate that a lot!! To start with I've got my advice tag (both new and veeery old stuff lol), & my youtube has a couple of speedpaints on it, one with commentary including process, brushes etc

In terms of general stuff about how I approach painting, I tend to tailor the method to the desired outcome. I talk about it more in depth on this post here, I also link to some references & tutorials that I really enjoy/recommend!

Besides that though, I guess I can do a little walkthrough of the Whisper & Tangle painting I uploaded a few months ago, since I tried something new with it that I pseudo integrated into my workflow & could be fun to talk about? 🤔

SO yes, I do always thumbnail when I'm doing a bigger painting, and they're definitely not pretty LOL. I usually use the colour fill lasso just to block in basic shapes and values with a gradient map slapped on the top -- I ended up swapping the values around in the end because it let me use the fireflies as the sole light source, making it more character focused! Then it's the usual process of resketching it all & flatting in the base colours (I also added Whisper's wisps hehe), then adding shading:

This is how I usually approach it, w/ all the shading layers clipped to the original flats to preserve editing. Multiply, screen & overlay are the most common layer modes I use while doing this, and if I'm ever struggling I'll sometimes add a gradient map too in order to unify awkward colours etc. The new thing I tried for this painting was doing what's often nicknamed as a 'clown pass' -- which is using hard edged shapes to create an easily-accessible selection mask for each part:

It looks Super funny but I actually found it very helpful, and I ended up using it to select & cut out all of their body parts onto seperate layers, which were then alpha locked. It meant I could go ham w/ large or textured brushes, smudges etc without worrying about losing those edges, or accidentally over-rendering and screwing up the anatomy in the process!!

I've kept doing something similar since, though it's a bit more dialed back; mainly using the lasso select to chop it up directly and preserve specific/necessary edges, grouping up similar body parts on a single layer etc.

After doing all that, I sat down and started rendering. The background was all blocked in & detailed with a hard round brush and these amazing brushes from Devin Elle Kurtz. There isn't anything super insightful that I think I could type on how I render, but I do have that speedpaint I mentioned earlier that'll probably shed more light. It's just a lot of eyedropping & painting, rinse and repeat

When rendering is done I usually add a concoction of adjustment layers, as well as an overlay w/ a noise texture on it. I also sharpen it all after doing so! These are the ones that I ended up adding for this painting:

The dupe & blur is a fun thing that doesn't always work, but it looks super neat when the painting itself calls for it, especially when paired w/ that noise texture. It can make stuff look like an old/low quality photograph or recording -- here's another example w/ a shadow and amy doodle I posted a few months ago:

That's about it for this painting, the majority of the time spent on it was honestly me rendering those damn leaves 🥲 Very tedious but worth it & it was a really good learning experience. I'm not sure if any of this will prove useful but thank you so much for sending in the ask, & if you (or anyone else reading this) wants a similar breakdown for a different painting of mine, please do let me know and I'll try my best to do one!! 🥺💞

#tutorial #kinda. i'm counting this as one... i should really start a new tag for these sorts of posts because theyre super fun #art breakdown #maybe?? #either way thank you so much ♥

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Summary: What happens when Person A likes Person B but Person B, unaware of Person A's feelings for them, prefers Person C?

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader / Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Song Inspo: Kiss You - Caity Baser

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, mason pining after the reader, best friend!mason, slow burn-ish, mentions of alcohol....probably some others I've missed

Notes: this is all the build up to the 'action' that will happen in the second part. i didn't want to fit it all into one part because a) it would have been too long and b) i would've just lost motivation and i always want to give you my best quality. feedback is very much appreciated

Mason watches you from across the booth, frown lines creasing his forehead and his eyebrows pinching together as he watches you bend a little to say something into Christian's ear. He was wondering what you were whispering to his teammate; wondering what it was you could be whispering into his that was creating the smile that was tugging on the American's lips.

You had just returned from the dance floor, dragged unwillingly over there by Amelia, Reece's girlfriend, where he had watched you roll your hips in time to the music. A song would merge into a new one and he would continue to watch you, wishing he would get up to dance with you and kicking himself for not doing so. Eventually, you tapped Amelia on the shoulder and pointed to the booth, before walking back to your group.

"You're staring at her like a creep, mate," Declan would tell him, knocking him with his elbow.

Mason just mumbled something inaudible under his breath, forcing himself to look down at his drink and away from you.

"You've just got to tell her," Declan would find himself saying for what could've been the hundredth time. He lifts his hand, taking a sip of his drink. "What have you got to lose?"

Everything, he thinks to himself, that familiar sharp lump in his throat and patch of sweat on the back of his neck forming as he entertains the idea of confessing his feelings for you. It didn't take a genius to know the attraction was purely one-sided.

Your dress was barely covering your ass as you leaned forwards, and he has the right mind to jump out of his seat and drape his jacket over you, all before clipping Ben's ear with a sharp slap for staring. Instead, he just shoots him a glare that registers the message: I will fucking kill you if you even dare to make a move on her. As he looks back at you, he just catches Ben clearing his throat, shifting awkwardly in his seat and looking down into his glass to distract himself.

Christian adjusts himself, spreading his legs wide, letting you move between them and sit on his knee. Jealousy bubbles in Mason's stomach as he watches you circle your arm around Christian's neck, surprising himself that he hadn't shattered the glass in his vice-like grip.

"Oi," Declan nudges him in the side, breaking his concentration, "go easy on that glass, yeah?" He rolls his eyes, reaching out to put the table already littered with partially full glasses, drinks long forgotten about as people got up to dance, and several empty shot glasses, either lazily discarded and tipped on their sides, or stacked into little piles of twos and threes. "It's just Christian," Declan lifts his glass to his mouth, "what have you got to worry about?"

Across the booth, your fingers are playing with the hairs on the nape of Christian's neck. "I'm surprised to see you tonight," you admit to him, remembering that tingle of warmth you felt spreading across your stomach when you first spotted him tonight. He raises his eyebrows, lips parting as he goes to speak, but you beat him to it. "A good surprise though," your dose of liquid courage has the words slipping off your tongue before you can stop them, "a happy one."

Christian hums, finally allowing his arm to fall around your waist. "So, what you're saying is that you've missed me since you last saw me?" He asks, the tiniest of smiles tugging on the corners of his lips.

"That's-" You squint your eyes, pursing your lips tightly together. "That's not what I said."

The bit of alcohol he had drunk tonight had left him with a buzz, making him feel more confident around you, which is evident in the way he holds your waist tighter and rests his free hand on your thigh. "Are you sure?" He tilts his head. "Because it kinda sounds like you did."

"And if I did?" His eyes break away from your own when he feels your free hand touching his arm. He watches your fingers trace the lines of his tattoos, a bubble or two of warmth popping in his stomach. "What then?"

You liked Christian and you couldn't bring yourself to lie about it. He had surprised you with his quietness, half expecting him to fulfil the stereotypes that everyone had about Americans. And you quickly learned he was a homebody, often being the first to notice when he wasn't at rushed house parties or last-minute night outs. Often feeling upset that you wouldn't have anyone to talk to each time you escaped outside for fresh air.

But you liked that. It made him different to the rest of the people your best friend surrounded himself with.

A soft giggle slips off your lips when you notice the light shade of pink that darkens his cheeks. The alcohol may have been enough to bolster his confidence around you, but it sure wasn't going to stop him from being flustered as you agree with his mostly innocent remark.

"Who was it that convinced you to come out then?" You ask, somewhat changing the subject. Turning your head, you scanned the crowded booth, not clocking the pure anger twisting your best friend's expression. "I bet it was Ben," you mumble, knowing he had twisted the American's arm once or twice in an attempt to get him to leave the comfort of his home.

"Mason, actually," he corrects you, interlocking your fingers together in one smooth motion, "made up some excuse that I should be out celebrating the win."

"Funny," you hum, taking a second to look over at Mason, who diverted his attention away from you.

Christian frowns, squeezing your hand to get you to look back at him. "How so?"

"Because he had to convince me to come out too."

It was true. After you had bailed out on going to the game that afternoon, Mason drove straight to your apartment, half expecting you to be hauled up in bed with the plague. You never missed a home game. Instead, he found you at your desk, dressed in a pair of sweats and one of his old hoodies, hunched over your laptop and a stack of books.

He even made some joke about you having a book surgically attached to your nose because he saw you more with your head in a book than he ever had before.

It didn't make you laugh.

"It's hard to believe Mason would have to convince you to come out," Christian admits as you finish your short tale. He watches your nose scrunch as you brought your eyebrows together. Confusion looked cute on you, he thinks to himself, before bringing himself to speak again. "You two are practically attached at the hip."

"Are we?" You ask in disbelief. Sure, you and Mason had known each other for a number of years; almost as long as he had known Declan, but you had never thought you were the 'attached at the hip' type. "Maybe we are," you shrug your shoulders, "maybe we're not; maybe it's a good thing I let him stick around all these years."

"And why's that?"

"I got to meet you," you answer truthfully, brushing your lips lightly against his cheek as you leaned in to kiss it. Your lipstick blends in with the colour of his flushed cheeks.

"I need another drink," Mason announces to anyone who would listen, feeling his throat close up as he watches your lips press against Christian's cheek.

Jealousy. Anger. Sadness. These had been all the emotions he had been feeling as he watched your and Christian's conversation play out before him. It was like he was watching a scene in a play, but the play was one big cruel joke, with a punchline more equivalent to an actual punch to the gut.

"Declan?" Mason looks down at his other friend as he stands. Declan shakes his head, mumbling something about wanting to pace himself tonight. "Ben? Reece?" They both shook their heads. "Anyone?"

You look away from Christian, shaking your head as you look up at him. "We're good, thanks."

"Fine. Whatever," he snaps, dumping his empty glass on the table, "don't say I didn't bother to offer."

"What's the matter with him?" You ask Declan, after watching Mason leave your booth with the same demeanour as a child who had just been told no for the first time.

Declan just shrugs his shoulders, refusing to tell you that you were the reason he was in this mood. "He's probably still pissed off that he missed that chance today," he tells the perfect lie.

Rolling your eyes, you decide to not let his sour mood ruin your night. "Dance with me?" You ask, turning to look at Christian.

"Uh...Sure," Christian agrees, regretting his answers the second your leading him away from the booth.

Taking his hand, you rest your hands on the lowest portion of your back, counting each time his hand would accidentally nudge against the swell of your arse, and navigated the two of you through the crowd to the dance floor.

Now was probably the right time for Christian to tell you that he couldn't dance. Born with two left feet, he would always say as an excuse to try and get out dancing with a stranger. But it had been you to ask him to dance. The person who had captivated his attention from the second you walked into his life. To him it equated to a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; an opportunity he couldn't pass just because he lacked the ability to dance.

"Now's probably the right time to tell you I can't dance," Christian says, talking louder to be heard over the music.

You finally come to a stop, just a short off of being in the centre of the dance floor, where there were fewer flashing lights raining down on the both of you. "Everyone can dance," you tell him, releasing his hand and turning around to face him.

"Not me," he lightens his own embarrassment with a soft chuckle, "I have two left feet." He rubs the back of his neck, looking down at his two left feet to hide the deep shade of red cascading across the bridge of his nose. "I'm like a newborn giraffe trying to walk on ice," he describes it to you, "why do you think you've never seen me dance before?"

"Your self-proclaimed lack of ability to dance isn't the reason why I have never seen you dance before," you tease him, walking your fingers up his tattooed arm. Your touch has him looking up from the ground. "You're just a hermit."

You grin as a shocked laugh vibrates his throat. "Says the girl who wanted to stuff her nose into a book tonight," he matches you.

Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you do your best not to smile. "Touché."

Christian shakes his head, bringing the conversation back to its earlier topic. "Seriously, though, I can't dance."

"I guess I'll just have to lead then."

The song changes from something upbeat in tempo to something slower, something dirtier and left the air feeling thick with the possibilities of delicious temptations. If only someone was confident to act upon them. Turning around, you press your body tightly against him, smiling when you hear his breath catching in his throat. Your head rolls back against his shoulder, dragging his hands down your body, letting him feel the softness of your dress until his fingers were digging into your hips.

He follows your lead, moving from side to side as you rock the two of you in time to the music. He hides his head in your shoulder, his groan vibrating against your skin as he feels your arse grinding against him. A giggle slips off your lips, making it known to him that you were fully aware of the growing stiffness in his jeans. And it didn't take a genius for you to guess his cheeks were probably painted red.

"You're killing me tonight," he painfully admits, taking a quick glance down the front of your body. When he looks down, he catches a glimpse of your nipples peaking through the flimsy material of your dress. He has to lick his lips to stop himself from drooling over your shoulder.

When the song ends, you unwind your body from his and turn around to face him. The two of you were practically panting, with your hearts hammering in your chests and in your ears. Even in the darkness, you can see his cheeks are flushed red. And as you run your finger against his cheekbone, his skin is hot like fire, burning your finger.

You release a satisfied sigh as Christian runs his hands up and down your body, bunching the material in his hands and pulling you closer to him. "You feel fucking amazing," he whispers low under his breath, making you smile.

"See," you hum, smoothing your hands over his biceps, "you can dance."

He chuckles, half-heartedly shaking his head. A lazy smile remains on his lips, just tugging a little at the corners, remaining in place as he gazes at you.

"Your eyes look like honey," you tell him, drinking him in with your eyes and cupping the side of his neck. Your thumb brushes against his pulse point, feeling it raise erratically after complimenting him.

Licking your lips, you break his concentration, his eyes flicking downwards to watch your lips. You take it as an opportunity to take a peek at his own, your bottom lip catching and rolling between your teeth as you think about kissing them.

"Oi!" Reece shouts over the music. His hand tugs on Christian's shoulder, pulling him away from you just as you begin to feel his breath on your lips. Reece circles around to your sides, looking back and forth twice between you, raising one eyebrow, before shaking it off. "Come on," he lets you know, "some of us are heading back to yours."

You frown, taking a step back from Christian, but together you both seek out each other's hand in the dark. "Why mine?" You ask, finally finding Christian's hand and interlocking your fingers between his.

Reece just shrugs his shoulders. "Mason said it was closer than his or Ben's."

"And it's the size of a fucking shoebox," you bite back, irritated that your own opinion hadn't been taken into account when the decision had been made.

"Hey," he holds his hands up in the air, taking a step back, "I'm just the messenger."

"Fine," you huff, "whatever. Let's go."

From the steps of your booth, Mason waited for you, watching Reece carve out a path through the crowd of sweaty, drunken bodies, swaying in time to the music like automated machines. A little part of him was relieved that you were between Reece and Christian. To him, it meant you were safe from the encroachment of grabbing hands and people who stumbled about, dancing with the same amount of grace as an elephant performing ballet. But he would've preferred it if he had been the one to escort you to safety.

"Don't look now, mate," Ben is the first to notice you and Christian holding hands, looking up from his phone in time to catch you emerging from the crowd. Mason looks at him, forehead and the bridge of his nose creasing as he frowns. Ben just tuts, subtly pointing in front of him. "Should've told her when you had all those chances to do so," he goads him, tucking his phone into his jean pocket.

"Mate, shut up!" Mason fires back, tired of the constant teasing he had endured over the last year or so since Ben found out. Chewing the corner of his lip to stop the frown from turning to anger, he follows Ben at his side. "Hurry up, yeah?" He mumbles, without really looking at you.

But he does look at Christian.

He looks at him with disgust that has him dropping your hand and wiping away a layer of sweat down the back of his thigh. He takes Mason's look as a warning, deciding to share an Uber with Reece and Amelia back to your place.

You, yourself, were sitting awkwardly in the back of a second Uber, crammed between Declan and Mason, whilst Ben sat in the front seat. You were blind to the cold shoulder Mason was giving you. He sat forwards, the seat belt restricting how far he could lean forwards, and turned his attention to whatever was happening outside of the car.

Turning to look at Declan, he has his nose in his phone, the light from his screen illuminating his face. There was no way you were going to strike up a conversation when his attention was evidently elsewhere.

Signing, you sit back, pulling your phone out to see unread messages from Amelia.

AMELIA: You and Christian 😱

AMELIA: Details! I need all the details RIGHT NOW!

YOU: There's nothing to tell...

AMELIA: Liar! 😠

YOU: We danced together.

AMELIA: And?

YOU: And nothing else

AMELIA: Oh you are such a tease!!

Hearing you laugh under your breath, Mason turns to look over his shoulder, feeling the colour draining from his face when he spots your phone in your hand. He looks away just as you lift your attention away from your phone, missing it when you look in his direction.

Sliding your phone back into your bag, you sit in silence for the rest of the journey.

"Listen here, Benjamin," you point your finger in his direction, stopping as he excitedly pulls out his phone, "if you even think about putting your music on any louder than it needs to be, I will end your career." His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps hard, knowing not to take your warning as a light-hearted joke. "I don't need another noise complaint because of your stupidity." You wait for him to answer. "Got it?"

He quickly nods. "Got it."

Walking out of the main proportion of your shoebox-sized apartment, you escape into your bedroom, collapsing face-first onto your bed with a deflated sigh. Your social battery had hit zero the second Reece had told you the group had decided that your apartment had been the best place to end the night. Not to mention, the stack of unread books taunting you from your desk only helped to increase the regret of going out that you were now feeling.

You imagined the pages morphing into mouths, laughing and blowing raspberries at you, and you threw your middle finger into the air, groaning loudly into your pillow.

Lifting your head, your eyes scan across to your desk. Laptop. Notebooks. A pencil case filled with pens half drained of their ink. Everything was still in the same place you had left them, waiting for you to return to them.

Rolling onto your back and sitting up, you lean over to remove your heels, a satisfied groan leaving your lips as your feet were free of their torturous grip. They drop onto the floor with a soft thud, the fluffy rug, whose size you had underestimated when you first ordered it and had you and Mason wrestling it to fit into your bedroom, cushioning their fall.

Using the last of your energy, you hopped up onto your feet, trudging across to your desk and pulling the chair out from underneath.

"Isn't it impolite to leave your guests unattended?" You can't stop the smile that curves your lips when you hear Christian's voice. "That is a lot of books," he says, with nervous laughter as his eyes take in the stacks of books, "Have you ever thought about investing in a bookshelf?"

"I have one," you answer, craning your head back to look at him. Taking one hand away from your desk, you point to the cardboard box propped up against your bedroom wall. "It just hasn't been built yet." And you had been telling yourself for months that you would eventually build it.

His head falls against the doorframe, his body leaning at an angle, and he tucks his hands into his front pockets.

You watch his eyes subtly dart around the room, looking for the little things that might open up new and exciting details about your personality and past. Like the old pair of skates hanging over the handle of your wardrobe. You hadn't worn them in nearly six years and only served as a memory of a dream that was no longer attainable. And even though it hurt every time you glanced at them, you could never bring yourself to throw them away. Or the pin board covered in Polaroids that captured memories from your first and second years of university.

"Have you read all of them?" Christian asks, referring back to the mountain of books in front of you.

"Would you believe me if I said I had?" You reply with your own question.

"I think would probably believe anything you told me," he answers, diverting his attention to the ground, hiding his flushed cheeks as he realised the weight of his confession, "but I don't think I do. Not this time."

"Good, because I haven't and probably won't."

He lifts his head, raising a single eyebrow. "So you bought books that you won't even read?"

"Bought?" A short laugh of surprise rumbles in the back of your throat, pushing easily past your lips. "These are all borrowed," you correct him, turning back to face your laptop, "I don't earn enough to even pay for a quarter of these books."

Reaching into your pencil case, you grab the first pen you touch and grab the block of post-it notes with your other hand. "I don't get why professors create reading lists," you mumble to yourself, scribbling a quick note. Peeling it away from the block, you lean forwards, lifting away from your seat, and stuck the note onto the wall in front of you. It joined a collection of others, some of them barely clinging onto the wall they had been stuck up there for that long. "Hardly anyone ever reads them."

Sitting back, you turn your head to look back at him, frowning when he still remained glued to the spot. "Christian," you sigh, "you know you can come in, right?"

"Can I?"

"Yes," you smile, nodding your head, "but just make sure you close the door behind you."

He frowns, following you with his eyes as you rose to your feet. Your dress has ridden up your thighs, but you don't make an attempt to fix it. "You don't want it to stay open?" He asks, thinking only of your comfort.

"Uh, how do I put this?" You pause, biting your bottom lip and tapping your finger against your chin as you pretended to think. "If Reece hadn't interrupted us when he did, I would've kissed you tonight," you were bold with your answer, "and maybe I still want to, but I can't do that if we are interrupted again."

"So I'm closing the door, yes?" He asks, double checking with you.

"Yes, you're closing the door."

~~~~~~~ | F O O T B A L L T A G L I S T| ~~~~~~~

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[seeingivy]

method acting asks!!!

first of all, thank you anon!!! you're so so kind - i'm so excited you're here in my little universe with me. I THINK I ACTUALLY SAID THIS TO SOMEONE BEFORE about francesca and work song by hozier

I think hozier has really raw and love songs that depict a very sheer devotion, which is something I think eren as a character generally possesses - which is why I think the hozier comparison is spot on. he would go through hell to hold her again, no grave will hold him down he WILL crawl back home to her

first things first, I LOVE YOU!!!!! y/n healing era makes my heart warm AND I totally agree regarding venice bitch. speaking of norman fucking rockwell (MY FAVORITE LANA ALBUM), i also think that she would write the song normal fucking rockwell about eren (back in the day, obv)

@itzmeme always spot on. chefs kiss songs from you, always.

ARGGGGGG ANON I COULD YAP FOR DAYS. I imagine edits about them are basically like the edits that people make about taylor/joe and joshua/olivia. the one that's been trending recently is the lyrics from wrecking ball that's like "I never meant to start a war, I just wanted you to let me in" lIKE PEOPLE WOULD MAKE THOSE OF THEM SO BAD.

I feel like after the documentary is released, people would also make edits of eren and y/n to that audio that transitions from midnight rain to daylight - the first clips being of like eren/hyla to eren and y/n - and you can visibly see that he's just so much happier with her.

also think that people made cunt edits of y/ns because I liked a boy performance and her look what you made me do. y/n also getting edits of her and clips of her w/ sukuna and eren to maneater like.

I love edits. you are amazing and I love your mind.

LIKE. LIKE ITS A NEED. I also think of them doing silver springs sometimes during their beef era....LIKE YOU WILL NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE SOUND OF A WOMAN THAT LOVES YOU.

@najaemism HI!!!! hi, I love you. second, I leave little hints like people like this that are perceptive about this type of thing (and I have promises to reveal all my hints when the fic is well and over) BUT EEK MY HEART GETS SO WARM WHEN PEOPLE CATCH THEM. I literally think scott street is probably what she felt so bad during that era of the fic, like the nostalgia of losing eren and realizing like all of her childhood memories will be tainted with him now

LMFAOFJDIOSFJIODSF STFU. this is so funny LIKE HE'S SO CORNY HE WOULD

another ask about necklaces BUT REAL. I also think that on their car keys they remake lego figurines of each other so that they're always with each other whenever they aren't 😁

@astroswift HARD ON THE AGREE. i've got a moment on this chapter i've been itching to write since this bitch character got introduced. and my love, you are spot on. champagne problems, is in fact, in the method acting playlist (I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE PICK UP THE CRUMBS MY HEART GETS SO WARM)

@elliesbabygirl do it. I wrote a stupid fic about gojo to speak now by taylor swift and now i'm here. yolo swag.

I WAS AT GUTS TOUR LAST NIGHT. the second she crawled on the fucking moon it was all I could think about. and seeing the grudge live just killed me thinking about the awards show that I started crying (I am in general a concert crier I had already cried at that point but it was crazy) and seeing all american bitch and REDACTED that are involved in the story too EEK I WAS GOING CRAZY she's so hot im in love with her

random last tidbit:

here's some method acting spoilers with no context for the next chapter:

a double whammy of a slap and a punch to the face

what am I to you?

the sister to lady gaga's meat dress

l/n-jaegers

matching tattoos

WHATEVER THAT ALL MEANS!!!

#asks! #method acting

[tmntkiseki]

Batman vs Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles liveblog reaction

Just a little over a minute into the movie and Barbara Gordon stops some shuriken with nothing more than a filing folder. Awesome.

Not going to lie, when I first saw a clip from this movie on Youtube, I had no idea that Batman was being played by Troy Baker and not the late Kevin Conroy. I'm looking forward to how he plays The Joker in this movie.

These heavily stylized intro credits, man. Absolutely in love. The music also fucking slaps.

Is it bad that I genuinely like Leonardo carrying his katana on his belt rather than his back like in most iterations? I know it makes him look more samurai than ninja, but it looks so badass.

I love that the Penguin is only mildly perturbed at discovering he's being attacked by mutant turtles.

"It's always the time for accuracy, Leo." If I don't see that line pop up in another TMNT iteration, I'm rioting.

I had to avoid hooting and hollering when some blood finally showed up. LET MY ANIMATED TMNT BOYS BE BLOODY!

"It's a sword-brella too? I think I love this little guy!" MIKEY

SHREDDER JUST KILLED ONE OF HIS OWN GUYS <- Less shocked that it happened and more shocked that it happened explicitly on-screen

I love that the Turtles' battle with Penguin was full of goofy wise quips whereas Batman's battle with the Foot + Shredder is 100% serious with very little dialogue to speak of

Mikey is gonna spend this movie fanboying over all the stuff in Gotham, isn't he?

RAPHAEL LITERALLY JUST KICKED PENGUIN'S HENCHMEN OFF THE ROOF SFJGKDJFKFH

Raphael throws the first punch; gets his ass kicked by Batman

"I think we should see other people." "But I don't like other people." Awkward lesbian breakup is interrupted by random turtle being thrown into the pizza parlor by Batman.

"Ninja... turtles?" That's TEENAGE MUTANT Ninja Turtles to you, Bruce Wayne!

Ah, so this is one of the iterations where Baxter Stockman was turned into a mutant fly? He's also surprisingly polite. (I'm used to him being more self-centered and egotistical.)

"So he wears a Dracula costume and punches clowns. Who cares?! Dirtbag stole my sai!" "Dracula costume? What kind of Dracula movies are you watching?" SJGKDFJGKFDHJKGH

I am loving how Leonardo and Raphael were characterized for this movie. I'm kinda wishy-washy towards Donatello and Michelangelo.

The shots where the turtles are silhouettes with the only colored parts being the masks * chef kiss *

Mikey is 100% fully aware that he is touching things that are not supposed to be touched.

"What are you, five?" Says Donatello before having his bo stolen by Robin. "Hey, little guy. We didn't come here to fight," says Leonardo before Robin beats his kneecaps.

I keep forgetting that most iterations have the turtles capable of partially or completely retracting inside their shells. (The 2003 series is one of the few iterations where they can't, although they might have if Peter Laird got his way.)

"So, are we not going to beat up these green losers?" "It's not looking like it, no." Robin is literally a mini Raph.

Ra's al Ghul: * decapitates a security guard * Me: * proceeds to check the movie rating online * I'm sorry, it's only rated PG-13?!

God damn, this movie is literally what TMNT 2003 could have been if it didn't have to SOMEWHAT restrain itself so it could air on the 4Kids block.

Harley Quinn literally beckoned Shredder over to her cell just to check her makeup in his mask.

"I offer to cook a gourmet meal and they want pizza. Teenagers." To be fair, I'm one of the cheapest dates around. You could take me to Wendy's and I'd be happy.

"An immortal Shredder? That would... suck." Is someone gonna tell him?

"Calling me 'dude' is not helping your case, Master Michelangelo." It's worth noting that Alfred said his name how it's actually pronounced in Italian. Nice touch.

Donnie soothing Mikey by putting a slice of pizza in his mouth while patting his head. Weird, but oddly wholesome.

Okay, how the ever living FUCK is Troy Baker not only able to channel Kevin Conroy's performance as the Batman, but Mark Hamill's as the Joker?

Fucking Commissioner Gordon's reaction to the turtles just breathes "this might as well just happen at this point."

Harley Quinn being offended at Joker referring to her as "Nurse" instead of "Doctor," oh my god.

Even Batgirl and Robin are aware of how much of a downer Batman is.

Oh god, this bit where Scarecrow's fear gas makes Leonardo hallucinate his brothers being devoured by crows is absolutely brutal.

Is it bad that I think Donnie and Batgirl actually have quite a bit of chemistry?

Welp, Poison Ivy learned the hard way that being mutated into a giant Venus Fly Trap does not have its perks.

Mikey's reaction to Joker and Harley kissing with tongues was basically my reaction.

Okay, the reveal that combining the Joker Venom with the TCRI Ooze not only transforms you, but drives you mad is highkey disturbing. And Joker just injected Batman with it. Oh fucking shitnuggets.

Did Batman just kill Mr. Freeze?

Batgirl just proved that you CAN give your superheroes capes as long as they're detachable.

"You saved him... Thank you." * MIKEY GIVES ROBIN THE BIGGEST BEAR HUG * "Please stop!"

Mikey freaking out over Batman being Bruce Wayne, and Raph facepalming... god, I love these brothers.

Damn, Raph being the one to give Batman the talk about what a family is and how it works...

How is it that Robin and I had the same reaction to the Turtle Wagon in this movie. "Lame... OH FUCK, IT'S ACTUALLY AWESOME."

Did Donnie just take out the crane using manhole covers painted with pizza designs?

Donnie and Batgirl continue to bicker over calling the antidote "anti-ooze" or "retro-mutagen"

"Michelangelo, press some buttons." "I've always wanted to hit every button." Bruce, you need to be nicer to your child.

I'm 100% Ra's al Ghul took off his shirt just to show how muscular he is to Leo and Don.

"You... are a terrible disappointment." I feel like that's something Shredder wanted to say to Stockman for a while.

RA'S AL GHUL JUST BROKE DONNIE'S ARM, THE FUCKER

God, this movie's climax is just the definition of TENSE

"Foolish child. I'm hundreds of years old, and have trained with the greatest teachers in history. How could you possibly--" IS KICKED IN THE BALLS. "Oh yeah? Well, I'm 16, and I learned this from a rat."

We literally have Mikey to thank for Gotham not becoming infested with feral mutants. He and Donnie are also saved from falling to their deaths by a combination of their turtle physiology and sheer dumb luck.

So, uh, is Shredder going to become crazy like The Joker now?

Movie ends with a pizza party in the Batcave just before the turtles head back to New York. Friggin wholesome.

These ending credits are so awesome

Why did I have to fucking right about Shredder becoming a second Joker? AND WHERE IS THE SEQUEL?

#star's turtle talk #turtle liveblogging #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #batman vs teenage mutant ninja turtles #batman vs tmnt

[joohanisms]

Oh dear, no problem! I just asked to be sure lol. You know, I particularly A big Jooyeon stan and kinda think dom! reader... Like they would look great being super stimulated and in pink socks and with tears in their eyes. That's the idea, the member you choose is your decision. Thanks

(Sorry for the bad english,i wang slepp and the Google translator ia bad)

[bangs head against the wall] /pos

i don't really know if this is what you meant but if it isn't i'm So ready to write it too !!!! hope you like it <3

dw about english babe :-) it's not my first language either, don't apologize ever!!

jooyeon + overstimulation + pink socks 💭💫

cw: overstimulation, crying/dacryphilia, lingerie, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (don't be dumb), usage of good boy (what's new) wc: 1,4k

minors dni

first off, i think jooyeon really likes feeling pretty.

it took a while for him to trust you enough to show you this side of him – but now that your relationship is stable, you get to see him at his fullest.

it's not unusual to come home on special occasions (anniversaries, monthversaries, birthdays, celebrations in general) to find him laying on the bed, over-the-knee socks clipped to lacy boyshorts.

if you're lucky and really make him feel 100% safe, you might even be gifted with the view of him in a bralette. maybe you realize you haven't seen a pair of your lacy lingerie in a while, only to open jooyeon's jeans and find it on his narrow hips.

but today he favored long, shimmery pink socks. the boyshorts were long forgotten, somewhere on your bedroom floor, to give you space to swallow his cock down your throat.

he was seated on the edge of the bed, his sock-clad legs over your shoulders, while your knees were painted a deep red by the wood floors.

jooyeon mewled when you licked a long stripe from the base of him to his spit-shiny tip. you had been sucking him off for the last 20 minutes, switching between excruciatingly slow licks and deep throating. you had set a cock ring aside, but he promised he'd be good and wouldn't come until you gave him permission.

he was feeling so good, but the way you were using your mouth wasn't nearly enough to throw him over the edge.

"baby, please. please, i've been so good!" one of the hands propping him up on the mattress tangled itself in your hair, very lightly pulling.

releasing him with a pop, you took in the view – his deliciously flushed cheeks matching the red splotches you left on his chest and the way he heaved, sniffling every other breath.

"have you, now?" you know you're being cruel.

he has, in fact, been a delight today; he's not nearly as bratty as he usually is, and he took all of your orders so well, obedient and pliant. but there's something about pushing him to his limits – the ones he talks hushedly, almost secretively about in bed, before he dozes off for the day – that gives you a rush too good to ignore.

maybe you're a little drunk with power, being clothed while he's bare enough to be considered naked.

"i have! 've been a good boy, please–" he cuts himself off when you slap his thigh just hard enough to draw his attention back to you. you drop his sock-clad legs from your shoulders, standing up (with a poorly hidden wince from kneeling on the floorboards for so long) to lean over him like a predator cages its prey.

"if you've been so good," a hand tangles into his hair, baring his neck to you, "then how come you're still talking?"

you feel him gulp when you start tracing your lips along his pulse. smart, he doesn't give you a reply other than a nearly imperceptible moan.

instead of leaving a nip or a hickey on his pulse, you drop a light kiss to his skin – a reminder.

"lie down on the pillows, and i'll think about your case."

he scrambles to the headboard, hair fanning out around his face as he haphazardly rests his head on the many pillows and cushions that line your shared bed.

you've always thought jooyeon looks rather divine like this. his hair like a halo framing his face, his red lips adorned with a sheen of spit, the flush spread across his body and the lovebites trailing into his hips. something out of a painting – out of the tales of fallen angels and humans that gave into a pleasure so enticing it was worth giving heaven up for.

in the back of your head, you note something missing from the scene.

tears.

the kind of tears you only know one way of invoking.

and it's by making him frustrated and then giving him all he has ever wanted – well, at least since he decided to wait for you in bed with the tip of his dick peeking from the waistband of his pretty dark blue lace underwear.

as you settle between his legs, your hand finds his cock, stroking him loose and slow. he whines in protest, but his head tips backwards either way.

you keep the torturous pace, kissing and nipping at his inner thighs, his hipbones, and eventually, his chest. taking a nipple into your mouth makes his legs spasm and his skin break into gooseflesh.

he starts begging again, in the softest tone he can muster. a string of pleases and your name falls from his mouth. you can hear his fingers mindlessly drumming on the mattress – a subconscious effort to keep from touching you, to direct the energy somewhere else.

jooyeon is such a good boy. he has your heart melting, taking pity on his drooling cock. you pick up your pace, and his back lifts off the bed.

your tongue drags a line across his chest to kitten lick at his other, ignored, nipple. it doesn't take long at all before he's panting and fucking back into your hand as best as he can.

"joo," you lift from his chest, "since you're being so good, i'll give you a choice."

his gaze goes straight into your eyes, trying to give you all of his attention, even though you know his eyelids are heavy at this point.

"do you want to come like this," you lightly squeeze his cock, "or do you want my pussy?"

he's conflicted for a split second, then he's begging again.

"pussy, please, wanna fill you up, 'm so good, please–"

"shh, i'll give it to you." you kiss both his cheeks, trying to soothe him. you already knew his eyes would start welling up when you release his cock for all of 5 seconds while you hurriedly took off your shorts and underwear in one go.

in the next 5 seconds it took you to straddle his hips, line yourself up with him and drop down, the first tear drops.

right off the bat, you're riding him at a relentless pace, slamming your hips into him, effectively bouncing on his lap. it's a lot, it's nearly too much, and despite the tear tracks on jooyeon's face, his hands are still obediently on the bed, grasping at the sheets.

you take his wrists, leading them to the dip of your waist. his grip is almost painful, but makes you drip with pleasure.

with the rhythm you were keeping, you knew jooyeon wouldn't take long at all to sob your name and cum into you. it's not a problem at all, because you'll keep going until you cum.

you wipe the tears off his face, kisses him on the lips, and brings a hand to your pussy, immediately rubbing your clit fervorously.

jooyeon's high morphs into the pain-pleasure of, well, not catching a break. he didn't even get a chance to go soft. his back is off the bed, his nails are digging into your skin, his face is wet again, and his legs are shaking. it's too much, it's white-hot and shooting into his veins.

soon enough – and luckily before your legs turn into jelly – you're cumming on his cock. the pressure from your walls clenching on his exhausted cock as you ride it out gives him one last little gift – a small dry orgasm – before his hands are lightly pushing you away, the sensivity hitting him at last. you comply, leaving your seat on his hips to lay down beside him

joo gets really cuddly after sex, especially after rough sex. he dives into your arms, longing to be held.

you'll always give him as much cuddles as he needs to pull himself back together. squeezing him tight, the way he likes, you kiss his sweaty temple.

when he catches his breath, he smiles dazedly at you.

"how was it, baby?" you run a hand through his hair.

"great. i like bein' your good boy." he nuzzles closer, trying to meld into your still clothed chest.

"i'm glad. you're the best boy. so good to me." you hold him impossibly tighter.

"mm. need a nap." he mumbles, and you have to chuckle.

"just a bit, yeah? we need to clean up. get some food."

you suspect he's already asleep by the end of your sentence. you kiss his forehead, his pink socks graze your skin as he intertwines your legs, and you wonder how you got so lucky.

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