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obeymematches · 29 days

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Hi! I was the one who requested the daughters one. Can you write it for the undateables?

sure thing bestie🫡 sorry I made you wait 💔

With his Daughter

Diavolo:

● As the future Queen of Devildom you'd think his daughter is the perfect little girl in pretty dresses holding tea parties with her stuffies....

● My sweet summer child...

● She's a menace.

● You know girls usually take after their father. Diavolo is a fully grown adult and he can still be a menace.

● Can you imagine what he was like as a toddler ?? ● His little girl LOVES speaking her mind and Diavolo is very supportive of this habit. He adores how little kids think; and say the obvious. He damn sure won't be getting in the way of her freedom.

● Little girlie also likes to climb trees, play in the mud, prank the staff, if you get her one of those electric cars from the Human World she'd never get out.

● Likes to yell and throw tantrums; this is the only behavior of hers which Diavolo dislikes, though he is very patient with her regardless. Explains to her why she is being too much right now BUT let's go get icecream instead just to calm down.

● Think of Muffin from Bluey. Exactly.

● She is hectic, she is faaar from perfect, but his daddy doesn't let anyone tell her off or make her feel bad about it.

● As the other parent.... you hardly can rest with this two but if anyone, it's you who can slow them down a bit if this is not your style.

Barbatos:

● He has experience raising kids, though usually sons.

● He was not prepared for his daughter to steal his heart so effortlessly though.

● He is absolutely in love since day 1. She was just born and now he'd do anything for her.

● Though she is not going to be so spiled to do whatever she wants, she must learn to be nice and polite - though I think she is a much calmer kid than Diavolo's, for example.

● She likes to pick flowers, play on the swing, dress pretty, and she likes to give kisses. She also likes to help her daddy cook!!

● Her dad is so proud of her, even when he is tired he refuses to rest unless they had playtime.

Simeon:

● Antoher person with experience; though the infant stage is new for him as well.

● He'd absolutely love his child no matter the gender, but his little girl is a copy-paste version of him of course he is obsessed.

● Gets up every single time she cries, does anything to calm her down, has endless patience. ● Hardly ever gets frustrated even when he hasn't slept well in years. Truly a perfect example.

● Likes to go on trips as a family!!!

● Very soft-spoken with her, explains everyting as many times as needed.

● His daughter isn't too spoiled but she has everything a kid needs. Has simple toys, non of that loud flashy stuff.

● Loves to read her stories inside, in the garden, on the road, doesn't matter he just wants to make sure his baby is set for a good, creative, happy life.

Solomon:

● Okay I doubt he was the protective kind BEFORE becoming a father..... and he is not going to change AFTER becoming one either.

● Kids must learn how the world works right?

● It is the best for her to experience everything.

● Yes he is there to calm her down, provide aid, etc, but he is not going to stop her from touching a thorn for example

● Like superglue his daughter is right there with him at all times. He can only use the toilet if he manages to leave without her noticing.

● I loove to imagine him carrying his daughter on his shoulders!!!

● Ah imagine him playing blocks with her 🥹 Building the prettiest castle just for her to destroy!

● Likes to wear matching colored clothing with her

● His heart breaks to shreds when she refuses to eat anything he cooks... there is no going back from that. Easily the worst feeling he had in the past centuries.

● His daughter is very clever for her age at all times. She might tutor some of her classmates if she likes them.

AN: did you know the base of your personality is inherited from your parents? yes you might change on purpose here and there, yes society, your culture also shapes you as you grow, but the base material you have to work with is inherited

AN 2: i have no clue where part one is but i trust it is on my blog somewhere 👉👈

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#omswd #obey me diavolo #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me hcs #obey me hc #obey me fluff #simeon #obmswd

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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Am I the asshole for telling my roommate that I won't clean the bathtub hair?

My roommate and I have been living together since the college started back in September. We didn't know each other before that, only met once when we were signing the contract.

A few times when I go take a shower, I found the bathtub drain clogged with hair. I gather that since we both have long hair and a few of our hairs always falls out, we just have to take turns on who cleans it since it is always a few strands after each shower and when it collects in a cluster, we clean it before it cloggs. I do it after my showers, but my roommate somehow 'forgets' that if she cloggs it with hair that she has to clean it and so when I need to take a shower, it is clogged before I even get in. Almost. Every. Damn. Time.

So this time, I take a shower day after her and sure enough, there is some hair there. And I got annoyed. So, I take my shower and decide to not clean that hair. A few days later, my roommate the saint sends me a message (instead of knocking to my door or calling me to talk eye to eye) that I need to come and clean the bathtub of my hair becuase she can't shower with that. I decide to play it off nochalantly and told her that 'sorry, I won't, that is not my hair, but you did leave it all in the bathtub when you last washed yourself and I didn't wash my hair day after you, you need to watch over what you leave in the bathtub after a shower.' Sure, I lied about not washing my hair, but I wasn't going to clean every time she exits the bathroom just so I could wash myself in peace.

And she decided to take a picture of the strands in the bathtub, telling me that wasn't her hair because her hair is longer than that (completly disregarding the fact that you can have shorter strands of hair depending on how it grows and I seriously doubt that any hairdresser can make the baby hairs be suddenly the same size as the rest of the hair) and that I washed the last and that it had to be my hair and that I should stop lying and just clean after myself.

I got so pissed at that point for that last comment and the fact that she still didn't bother to come knock at my bedroom door and talk in person not just sending messages really didn't help. I said I won't and that unless a third person I am unaware of came to wash themselves after her and before me, that the hair was hers. Sure, a few strands surely came off while I was washing myself, but that was beside the point. I would have to clean that bathtub every time before and after I went in so the lady and the saint could have a clean bathtub to herself every time she went to wash.

I compromise every day since she is very messy and I would love for her to at least clean the common area after herself regularly and keep the actual mess in her room. But I don't force her since she claims to be busy always. I know that she is not busy with college, I have a friend who has the same classes as her and she tells me they are never that busy and that she noticed my roommate doesn't feel like making friends so she is not busy with social life either. Antoher thing I had to compromise on is not bringing any friends while she is there since the last time I had one friend over she threw a tantrum even though I told her my friend would come a few days earlier and asked her if she would be okay with that and she said okay and that she will have her earphones in and won't hear us anyway and then claimed that I didn't say that and that she understood something else (still unclear, she never wanted to discuss that either).

So, tell me Tumblr, am I the asshole? Should I have aproached differently?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year

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antoher soft hotch thought... he takes a little sample or bottle of your perfume so he sprays his pillow whenever he's awake in a case!!

it's all he can do to keep his head on straight when he's away from you.

he needs the comforting smell of your warm perfume wafting through the bedroom of the hotel when he comes out of the bathroom.

aaron knows it's no real fix for missing you, and that maybe to others being away only for three days wasn't much, but you and him had come a long way.

he never even used to be able to call you, for fear that whatever murderer would touch you through just that communication.

now, he can call you whenever he gets the urge and more than that, he can ask you for the travel sized bottle of your perfume with the only evidence of his shyness or affections being red ears.

your voice is soft as his phone picks it up, "ready for bed?"

you'd made a pact not to ask about the cases unless he brought them up or unless he seemed particularly stressed by them.

"yeah, you ready?" you are. listening to the rustling of the sheets as aaron laid down. softly, you go through your day, aaron asking questions here and there, but mostly, you both let your voice lull you to sleep.

before aaron falls asleep though, he shoves his face into the sprayed pillow and sighs as all he can smell is you as he drifts off.

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x yn #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner

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fangirlingpuggle · 2 years

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Half asleep Bleach AU where Yuzu and Karin are older than Ichigo.

Masaki and Isshin have the twins first and Urahara and Isshin are just like ‘...which one has the hollow powers?? Fuck which one can fight Aizen??’ and the whole plan is thrown off cause they have no idea which of the twins has the powers if they even do.

Masaki finds out about the plan when Isshin starts asking if she has any hollow bait and Hypothetically if he exposed their babies to that to check if they have any hollow powers would they be ok??? She is not amused. Turns out she can still use Quincy powers when angry enough.

They have Ichigo not much later (Not as big of an age gap) and the twins are crazy protective over their baby brother. And after Masaki dies even more so.

They also find out about Shinigami, Quincy and hollows...and try to figure out what powers they have, mostly training by themselves because no one’s actually sure what powers they have and using wrong training technique may murder them.

Just Rukia showing up meeting high school age Ichigo and then his two college age sisters who are radiating crazy amounts of power and clearly know all about hollows and Shinigami and she’s very sure she saw one use kido...and may have seen them summon a bow she’s really not sure.

They never told Ichigo anything cause they know their baby brother 1100% would get involved and with his hero complex and wanting to save everyone would get himself killed since he has the survival instincts of a flightless canary walking into a roomful of very hungry cats.

The two try help out and make sure he doesn’t kill himself...only they get distracted for 1 day and next thing they know Rukia’s been kidnapped and their little brother and his friends are STORMING THE SOUL SOCIETY! Urahara only realises how bad he fucked up until after he sent them off and suddenly realised actions have consequences aka Karin ‘has kicked a hollows head off and used it as a football’ and Yuzu ‘smiles while threating you in a way that will make Unohana proud’ Kurosaki.

The two show up and almost get the chance to drop kick Aizen, he does leave with a black eye broken glasses and a hole in his chest. Yuzu and Karin don’t pay attention to his exit screaming at their baby brother who is so confused ‘You guys have spirt powers to’... he’s so oblivious he never noticed.

The Hueco Mundo arc has Ichigo in the middle of breaking in having the sudden feeling of impending doom. As Karin and Yuzu realise ‘HE’S INVADED ANTOHER PLANE OF EXISTANCE AGAIN!!!’

Bonus: Grimmichi Grimmjow getting the shovel talk from the two must threatening older siblings ever.

Grimmjow tries to fight Ichigo only to be dragged in to the Kurosaki kitchen by the scruff of his neck forced to sit down and given a plate of food by Yuzu who doesn’t stop smiling politely the entire time.

The twins also seeing their second fight and just standing back and watching.

Karin:…we seriously should have talked to him more about flirting this is just embarrassing.

Yuzu: lets just leave them to it let them get it our of their system go kill the others and then we’ll give him the birds and the bees and the hollows talk

Karin:He’s going to be so embarrassed probably want the fight to the death

Yuzu: Well maybe next time he’ll think before he tries to fight an entire plane of existence

#Bleach #bleach au #au #fic prompt #ichigo kurosaki #yuzu kurosaki #karin kurosaki #humor #age swap au #isshin shiba #kisuke urahara #grimmichi #Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x ichigo #i am just amusing myself at this point

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seungmonggg · 2 years

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The CEO’s Secretary - Nanami Kento

Hellooo! I’m back with antoher story, i hope y’all like this, let me know!

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight degrading, CEO!Nanami x SECRETARY!Reader

Wordcount. 2.5k

You stood in Front of the huge Office building, nervously looking up and sighing. How did you even get accepted to be the secretary on the Nanami Kento, the finance God? It was your first day as his secretary, all the months you spend on waiting for a response, hoping to even get one. You had heard from a lot of people that they didn’t even get responses on their applications. Now, smiling proudly, you made it.

Tightening your Hand around the strap of your Bag, you made your way inside, looking around curiously. You pulled the employee ID out of your Bag and entered trough the gates, making your way to the elevators to get to the top floor, where your new place of work was going to be. All these years of studying and getting to know people, socializing, were finally paying out.

Slowly, you stepped into the elevator, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. A Man stepped inside after you, looking at you for a short moment, making you instantly look down, blushing. He was attractive, Tall, Muscular. His White hair was well kept, and his tie was perfectly made. What a dream of a man, you thought.

Reaching the top floor, you took one last calming breath, before knocking on the heavy wooden door of Mr. Kento’s Office. After hearing his faint but deep “Come in.” you pulled the door open and looked up for the first time in minutes. You smiled lightly before standing in front of his desk and bowing, showing him your respect. “Good morning, Sir! My name is Y/N L/N, I’m going to be your new Secretary from now on. I look forward to working for you, I hope we will get along!” you said, looking back at him.

He put the Newspaper that he was reading aside and stood up from his seat to come around the table. “The pleasure is all mine, Miss L/N.” He said politely, holding his hand out for you to shake, which you did softly. “So…” he looked at you, putting his glasses down. “Shall we start with a tour around the office and introducing you to the other employees?” he asked, to which you nodded, smiling brightly.

Sighing, you leaned back to look at the clock tiredly. Fuck, you were doing overtime again. Hopefully your Boss wouldn’t find you working overtime again, last time he got annoyed, talking about “Not being paid enough to do shit like that…” you chuckled slightly at the thought of that. It’s already been two years since you started working for Nanami Kento.

You stood up, making your way to his office before knocking on the door. “Yes?” you heard him say, stepping inside. “Good evening Sir, I just finished sorting the document you gave me earlier, but somehow this one got mixed up into it.” You said, holding up the papers “I don’t think this belongs here, does it?”. He looked at you before waving his hand to signal you to come over to him.

He looked at the papers, instantly recognizing them, “Oh, that was supposed to got to Satoru’s office, sorry.” He said after reading the contract. You nodded before taking the papers back, “I’ll bring it to him, then.” You smiled before exiting his office, making your way down the hall to the office of his partner, Gojo Satoru, an absolute flirt, and like the fate wanted, also the attractive man you were in the elevator with on your very first day.

Because you two already knew each other well, even considering him one of your friends, you didn’t even knock before entering his Office. He still sat at his desk, only to look up when he heard you coming in. “Oh, good evening, Y/N, why are you here, missed me?!” he asked confidently, smirking at you.

You snorted slightly, handing him the papers. “No, I was told to bring these papers back to you, somehow they got mixed up with Nanami’s documents.” You explained, making Gojo nod. “Alright, thank you. Hey, what are you doing after getting off work? Wanna grab some drinks?” he asked.

Yeah, that’s how you ended up going to the Bar with Satoru that evening. Getting wasted and afterwards going to a club. You danced your live away with him, helping him to get to know a nice woman he met there. You often played his wingman, but always ended up alone in your bed at night. Even though Satoru loved to tease you by telling you you’d die as a virgin, he didn’t know that you waited for someone. You had waited for nearly one year before that person even asked you out for a drink for the first time, the person being Kento Nanami, your boss.

Fuck, you thought, why can’t I just stop thinking about him? You leaned against the cold wall, calmly smoking the cigarette before puffing the white smoke into the night air. When did this even start? When did you stop restraining your thoughts about him? You really didn’t know. What you knew though, was that you had to get home somehow, and what better way than to drunkenly call a cab?

You waited for someone to pick up the phone. Already wanting to give up and end the call, you heard a deep voice say “Y/N? What are you doing here alone?” You turned your head, losing your last breath, you stared right into the eyes of your Boss. He looked like he had been out because he was still wearing his suit. “O-Oh um, i-I was in the club and was a-about to head h-home. W-What about you, Sir?” you said, nervously tugging your hair back. God, why couldn’t you stop stuttering?

He laughed silently, looking around “Come with me, I’ll drop you off at home.” He said, starting to go in the direction of his Car. After protesting a couple of times, you reluctantly got into his car and fastened your seatbelt. Did he even know where you lived? You wondered while looking out of the window. Where was he at this hour?

Slight shuffling woke you from your light slumber, tiredly looking to the side you saw Nanami looking at you. “We arrived, Y/N.” he got out of the car before walking around and opening the car door for you to get out. You looked around, noticing that the house you stood in front of, was definitely not the apartment complex you lived in. “Don’t worry, I brought you here because you were sleeping and I didn’t know where you live..” He said, looking at you.

You nodded slightly, telling him that it was okay, but nearly fainting on the inside. Shit! You were going to spend the night at his House! Not trying to get your hopes up too high, you entered the house after him, looking around and whispering, “You have a beautiful House, Boss.”. His next words shocked you, “Nanami. Please call me Nanami, or Kento, whatever you’re comfortable with. Just don’t call me Boss or Sir anymore..”. You looked at him with confusion written all over your face, making him sigh while he slowly unbuttoned his Shirt.

“Y/N I want you to listen to me closely now, if you don’t want this, just tell me and I’ll stop, otherwise I won’t until I’m satisfied.” He said darkly, making you get goosebumps all over your body. You breathed in shakily, staring at his toned upper body. Was this really happening right now? Were you Dreaming? Fuck, did you drink too much and finally lost your mind?

His smooth hands woke you from your trance-like state. He tilted your head upwards, slowly grazing a thumb along your lower lip. “Tell me now. Shall I stop? Or…” He leaned down before whispering against your ear, “Do you want me as badly as I want you?”. His words made you whimper quietly. “P-Please Nanami, take me..” you begged, breathing heavily against him. Not wasting another second, he pulled you upwards and pressed his lips against yours roughly.

Softly laying you down on his smooth silk sheets, he trailed hot and burning kisses down your jaw. Grabbing one of your thighs to throw it around his hips, he grinded down impatiently, making you moan against his mouth. “You fucking feel this, Princess? Do you get how crazy I’ve been about you?” he groaned, pressing his huge boner against your thigh. You nodded before answering “Y-Yes, i-I’m crazy about you t-too Nanami, pleaseee.”

What were you even begging for? You didn’t know and didn’t care as he lifted your dress over your head hurriedly, starting to kiss your collarbones. You moaned as you felt him suck on your skin with the plan in head to leave his mark. His fingers pressed firmly into the plush fat of your hips, growling under his breath. “You were with that fuckface again, weren’t you? Satoru, I mean.” he asked, looking at you with dark eyes. You nodded slightly, making him growl lowly.

The possessiveness in his voice made you shudder slightly, “’m sorry Kento, didn’t know it was a problem.” You whispered, pouting slightly when he pulled away. “I want you to mesmerize this night, to think about what I did to you whenever you’re with him, from now on.” He spoke gruffly, pulling your Panties down your legs, groaning once seeing your glistening folds.

His long finger lowly trailed through your folds, looking at your face as he flicked your clit once, twice, drawing sweet moans from your mouth. He leaned down to kiss over your tummy, slowly nearing your pussy. As soon as he reached it his fingers pulled apart, blowing cool air directly onto your clit, making you moan unexpectedly. He smirked at that reaction, not wasting another second before diving in, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking I with his tongue.

Your back arched off of the bed from this sensation, moaning his name into the air, closing your eyes. “O-Oh my god…” you whispered, not believing the situation you were in right now. His calloused hands wrapped around your twitching thighs to hold you down, preventing you from stopping his attack on your pussy. “Stay. Still.” He roared against your pussy, making you squeak from the vibrations against your sensitive parts.

You nodded, trying your very best to stay still and get him to continue. A surprised moan was heard from you when a finger of his entered you slowly. He slowly started pumping the thick finger in and out of you, slowly opening you up for him. “Shh, its okay doll, ‘m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He whispered before diving back in, eating you out like a man starved. Soon after he added another finger, fastening his pace to thrust his fingers up into the gummy spot inside of you.

You swear you saw stars in that moment, moaning his name so loudly, you were sure his neighbors were gonna hear. That didn’t stop him though, if anything, it only made him thrust faster, harder, deeper. A couple of thrusts later he added another digit, now completely stretching you open, all the while groaning against your clit. “Taste like fucking heaven, Doll.” You heard him say, moaning because of the dirty words.

You were starting to feel the tightening knot in your tummy, whimpers getting louder, signaling to him that you were getting closer to the edge. That instantly made him thrust impossibly harder against that special spot inside of you, to which you tightened around his thick fingers, Cumming seconds later while screaming his name. He groaned as soon as your sweet taste hit his tongue again, slowly pulling his fingers out of you, only to lick you clean.

He sat up slowly, opening his tight Pants while looking down at you. “Are you okay, Doll? Because once I start now, I won`t be able to stop myself.”. You looked up at him trough hazy eyes, already looking completely Fucked out. “Y-Yes, felt sooo g-good..” you whispered, reaching up to run your hand down his chest. “N-Need more, please Nanami.” Your words made him pull his pants and underwear down hurriedly, getting a condom out of his nightstand.

He ripped the package open with his teeth before rolling the condom down his thick length, groaning from the snugness. He leaned over you again, staring you into the eyes predatory-like. “Tell me who you belong to from now on, Princess.” He whispered in his baritone voice. “Y-You, Nanami, belonged to you from the very first day, promise.” You blabbered, impatiently waiting for him to finally fuck you stupid.

“Fuck, I’m going to ruin you. Have you a screaming mess on my Cock.” He groaned, aligning his tip with your wet and slippery entrance before slowly pushing in. You both moaned in unison. His arms nearly gave out on his weight from feeling lightheaded because your pussy squeezed so tightly around him. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as soon as he bottomed out, whimpering loudly from the stretch.

Nanami began to build a rhythm, thrusting into you steady but hard. “F-Fuck s’that the spot?” he slurred above you when you squeezed around him and moaned louder. “Y-Yes! Please right there, oh god!” you couldn’t stop moaning, loosing all thoughts from your head not being able to form any coherent words.

You really were starting to become a blabbering mess underneath him, not even being able to think properly, he saw that. Your eyes rolled back, your whimpers getting higher, you started shaking. He leaned back on his feet to start rutting into you animalistically, knocking the wind out of you. “Aww, has my Doll already become a dumb little slut? Huh? Want me to pump you full, hm Baby?” he said huskily, looking down at your sobbing and drooling face. He moaned a loud “Fuck!” as he was getting closer to coming, too.

His thumb found your sensitive clit, starting to rub slow circles on it, making you scream from the overstimulation. “C’mon baby, I know y’wantt’ cum… Do it for me Baby, cum for me.” He encouraged you, slowly getting fucked out too, blabbering about what a good little whore you were for him.

It was getting too much, the thrusts, his thumb on your clit and his dirty words. You let yourself fall off the edge finally, screaming his name desperately. The way your pussy clenched around him made him finally loose all his composure, his hips stuttering to keep up with his pace, finally emptying his hot and sticky load into the condom, groaning your name with clenched teeth.

“Don’t think I’m finished. I won’t let you go now that I’ve finally got you, Doll.”

#jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami x y/n #nanami smut #jjk #jjk smut #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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chevvy-yates · 1 year

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Why I'm so … away lately:

Spending my freet time with my Info PDFs on Vijay and Ryder.

This project is somewhat insane and ate already a lot of free time (doing all the casual outfit shots alone). I know I do not need to present it in this way, but as the graphic designer who I am, I enjoy doing this way too much! I just love to create layouts and in this way I also make use of my own VP pics as well in a secondary usage. It is something I cannot life out in my daily job. I've always wanted to create some sort of a guideline. And my ocs are just perfect for that. I wanna do Thyjs and Jaysen as well ofc but I won't start with them for a while. Ry and V need to be done first, then I 'll look into other priorities (e.g. roleplay story -> + turn it into fanfic, get more creative in VP, help some modders maybe) for a while and then I go back to getting this done for Thyjs and Jaysen as well. <3

So what about these documents?

of all they provide some huge help for me to have the best overview possible on their main mods and clothes I use for them. Once this is done, I can just open the PDFs and click onto the links that bring me to the mod page of a specific mod. I've been asked a few times what I used so this will help me find it within no time. Searching on nexus is sometimes a whole pain for me when you do not know the title of the mods. And I don't want to keep everything in "tracked mods" either except for the core mods such as CET, archive XL etc. needed for the game.

it hopefully does a good service to the lovely @gloryride who's going to turn both, Vijay and Ryder, into NPVs soon <3 I want her to have it as easy as I can make it (hopefully it works how I imagined it). So she's got everything neately sorted to look up in lists — especially for the outfits I want to include — even though I'm going to send over all the needed stuff. But if there's need to look it up you can just simply klick on the link that brings you to the nexus page that has the usual additional info, original mods (since my are renamed with prefixes) and who it belongs to.

it also will serve for everyone who wants to take pics of my boys in the future. Because I do love to share them and I wanna see how they look through other VPer's eyes! Therefore I added a short backstory, character dates and inspiration, likes and dislikes so you can imagine them better plus every up to this date outfit I've got for them so far. A bunch of outfits will be included to their NPVs but not all since both have already something between 15-20 outfits and some mods require permission for NPV (it takes ags for me to ask permission). I assume people love more to take pics with NPV rather than having to install all their mods (tho Ry's and V's are okayish; Thyjs on the contrary has like approx. 50 main mods alone lol) but I'll still provide both once I'm done. Dunno how often I'll update these docs since there will always be new outfits for them.

If you read all through to the bottom: please feel free to send me a dm or write me on discord if you think about wanting to VP my boys some day! <3 Once I'm done and NPVs are there I'm more than happy to share.

Once this massive main project of mine is done for the time being, I may reach out to some of you in the future asking if I can VP your ocs as well and I'm always happy to see my ocs making new friends too! I'm just very bad at doing all at once, so I never came around asking – I need to finish one thing first, before I can take on antoher or I'll get completely lost, :,D I've already got a list of stuff I have to/wanna do. So everything I've promised some time back will be still done at some point!

Thanks for reading <3

#thoughts #my life of being a graphic designer #giving up my free time for my pixel boys

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manias-wordcount · 2 years

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Freak (Jayce Talis)

Kinktober 2022 Day Fourteen: Voyeurism

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He shouldn’t be doing this.

It’s wrong. It’s so wrong of him. It’s out of character for him. It’s unheard of him for him. It goes against his morals and his beliefs and his ideals and his everything. He would never do this. He would never dream of doing this because it was wrong. It was so, so wrong and he could think of at least three different guys he met back in school that he would have punched without a second of a doubt if he ever heard of them doing something as immoral as this. And yet…

He still takes his chances and pushes the door slightly more open with one singular knuckle. It moves slowly. Soundlessly. And it gives him what he wants. It gives him that better view of you that he needs. That view of you with your eyes closed and your head back, looking oh so relaxed as you spread soap across your bare skin takes advantage of the bathtub.

His bathtub.

He’s a freak. He knows he is. Still, he rubs his cock a little faster at the thought.

You deserve better than this, he tries to tell himself. It’s a beg- a plea- a shout for him to himself to stop this now. Before he gets caught. Before you start to suspect something. Before antoher second passses. You deserve better than this and so much more. But his body doesn’t listen. It doesn’t, no matter how many times he tries. It seems that nothing he can think or say or do will change anything. It won’t keep him from watching you. It won’t keep him from wanting you. And worst of all? It won’t keep him from reaching down his pants and wrapping a fist around fully erect his cock.

It’s angry and red and refuses to back down in the face of a view so close yet just within reach. The trail of precum leaking from his tip slowly oozes and oozes onto his hand- something he wishes would act as a better deterrent for acting so depraved. You were in his only bathroom- the fact that he couldn’t wash his hands afterward should have been enough to convince him not to open his fucking door and watch you bathe like some freak. But then he thought about how it would look like it was really your hands wrapped around his cock. And then he thought about how it would feel watching you pump his dick up and down and up and down, trying to find a rhythm to get him off.

And he thought about your mouth surrounding him with warm, wet, walls and the right amount of tongue, and suddenly he’s fiddling with his belt as fast and as quietly as he can. All because he caught a peak- a glimpse- a view of you.

You, you, you. That has to be his problem. It’s the fact that it’s you. Lovers in his life have come and gone, but he would have never imagined acting so depraved for a single one of them. He never felt he needed to. He never felt he wanted to. But somehow, you’re different. Somehow you’re special. It means that fantasizing about you late at night wasn’t enough. It means that sitting around and wishing he had you in his arms wasn’t enough.

It means that he’s probably going to stand here like a pervert, and he’s going to watch you until he couldn’t anymore. And there’s nothing he could do about it. Even if he wanted.

You’re just supposed to be some assistant. You’re not supposed to be special. You’re not supposed to be different. All he needed you to be was a face in the lab. A name written up on reports when it's time to hand them in and file them away. Someone who follows orders and follows orders well. Someone who is supposed to be working more with Viktor of all people. He doesn’t need you to do all this. He doesn’t want you to do this. Any of this. He doesn’t want you to be pretty. He doesn’t want you to be the assistant with the nice smile. The little helper with the cutest laugh. The newest apprentice with the most distracting body. The aide who just can’t help but end up in his view or by his side all too often.

Who just so happened to be clumsy. So clumsy.

So, so clumsy, in fact, that Jayce just had to insist. He just had to insist that he takes you back to his place so you could wash off that dangerous mess of chemicals you spilled all over yourself back at the lab. And maybe at the time, his desire to help you cleanse yourself from your little accident was rooted in innocence. People always did say that he cared too much. And that’s what this was. He was caring too much. About a colleague. About a friend.

About an underling, he has absolutely no business dreaming about fucking against every single surface of every single lab he has access to in the entirety of Piltover.

The water in the tub shifts as you move to the side, exposing a new sliver of skin that he hadn’t had access to before. A sliver of skin that has him pumping just a bit faster now, and the beginning of an orgasm starting to grow inside of him. He takes the chance to eye the expression on your face just a bit closer, as his thumb reaches up to press ever so slightly at the leaking head of his cock, giving it that extra sensation and pressure he needs to make the most of this foul moment of his.

But it’s fine. As much as he knows it’s not, he’ll tell himself that it’s fine. Because it’s what he reduced himself to. Brilliant inventor. Powerful Councilman. With a side job of stroking his dick to the sound of someone just a little too pretty splashing around and enjoying the water. To the smell of someone just a little too cute using his soap to rid themselves of a filth that pales in comparison to the one that coats him.

“Jayce~?”

And to the sight of someone just a little too dangerous making eye contact with him his not-so-secretive peeping spot. Beckoning him over.

“Are you going to stay standing there? Or are you going to show me what you’ve been hiding all this time?”

Showing him what a real freak can do.

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