#i forgot we can't control pets

[silentgrim]

welcome to the fam, leaf! 🍃

#i forgot we can't control pets #need to download mod #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #sim: ribbit #+ leaf #i need more frog cas stuff but its hard out here 😭 #might need to start learning how to recolor #nsb gen 1

[rafeandonlyrafe]

weekend away

words: 3.2k

a/n: of course inspired by these precious pictures of drew <3

warnings: 18+ only, dad!rafe, mom!reader, established relationship, theyre maaaarried <3, VERY FLUFFY, descriptions of breastfeeding, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), rafe is like the best dad everrr

“okay…” you look into your trunk, mentally going through your checklist. stroller, check, folder up and ready for daisys car seat to be placed on. diaper bag, check, with extra diapers just in case. pump, check. carrier, baby carrier, check. extra change of clothes, check.

you have everything you could possibly need for daisy, not even realizing that you completely forgot about yourself.

“got your suitcase packed, baby?” rafe asks, daisy in his arms, happy to be cradled there, looking up at her daddy with wide eyes.

“shit!” you squeal, before covering your mouth. daisy may be too young to understand your words, but you still try not to curse in front of her.

“hey, it's okay.” rafe can instantly see your nerves skyrocketing. of course you were too focused on getting everything for your daughter that you completely forgot that it's a weekend trip you'll be going on too.

“okay, i um- ill just throw some clothes in a bag then-”

“baby.” rafe easily switches daisy to one arm, wrapping his now free one around your shoulders. you relax into his hold, reminded how protected you feel by rafe. “we aren't in a rush. we can delay taking off for a bit, okay? it's not that long of a drive.”

“okay.” you nod, arms circling around his waist as you turn to face rafe, pressing your cheek into his side as you smile down at daisy. “hi baby. mama is a bit of a mess right now.”

“don't talk about yourself like that.” rafe says softly, leaning to press a kiss to the top of you're head. “you're doing amazing. you juggle so much, it's a surprise you don't forget things more often.”

you let out a little chuckle, which daisy copies as her little mouth turns into a smile.

“okay, ill go get started.” you sigh. you can't believe your mind has been so scattered and focused on getting daisy ready that you completely forgot about doing anything for yourself.

“we will help.” rafe closes the trunk, heading back inside to follow you up the stairs. “not sure how much help daisy will be, but you got me at least.”

you end up packing pretty quickly, especially since you're bringing a big suitcase, way too big for just a couple days out of town, so you're easily able to throw in more than you need, just in case.

“alright.” rafe hums. “both suitcases loaded, we just need to get daisy in her car seat.”

“great.” you groan. daisy recently developed a hatred for her car seat, after you planned a nice weekend trip a few hours away from the outer banks.

“how about i try?” you know it won't make a difference, but you nod, letting rafe carry daisy towards the car, trying to distract with coos and even snuggling his nose into her tummy, but by the time she's over the seat, she turns straight as a board.

you can barely watch as her sweet face turns to one of sadness, tears falling down her cheeks.

“oh my poor baby.” you coo after rafe gets her all buckled in. “you want mama to ride back here with you?”

you're not sure it will help, but you climb into the backseat to sit next to the car seat while rafe gets in to drive.

“it is almost nap time, maybe she'll fall asleep quickly.” rafe shrugs as he pulls the car out of the driveway, always extra careful when he's bringing you or daisy anywhere.

“maybe.” you hum, petting over her forehead and down her nose until her cries stop, eyes close, and her chest begins to rise and fall slower.

you don't even realize as rafe happily drives you to your destination that as daisy falls asleep, so do you, head resting against her car seat as you catch up on some rest.

rafe smiles when he sees you in the backseat completely knocked out, even snapping a picture when he stops at a toll.

he keeps the radio down low to not wake either of you until he arrives to the airbnb, a delightful cottage right on the beach. it's not too different from home, but the bigger city offers more things to do, and you plan to take advantage of your time away and show daisy all the things she hasn't experienced yet like zoos and museums.

“babes.” rafe calls out. “we're here.”

“oh my gosh.” you let out a yawn, stretching your back out from the awkward hunched position against the car seat. “that went by so fast.”

“thats what happens when you sleep the whole way.” rafe chuckles.

“shut up.” you giggle, leaning between the front seats to press a kiss to his lips. “thanks for driving us. we love you so much.”

you know you can speak for your daughter, it's so evident how much daisy loves rafe, even if she can't find the words yet.

“love you too, baby.” rafe looks back at daisy, the mirror set up on the headrest of the seat to give him a view of her face. “we should get inside quick, she's gonna wake up hungry.”

“ugh, my poor boobs.” you whine. you love getting to breastfeed daisy, and feel so lucky that you have a good milk supply, but it is hard on your body as well.

“you're amazing.” rafe says earnestly. you turned his life around completely when you began dating him, and it only got even better when daisy was born. he made a pact while she was still inside your tummy to get his shit together, mend his life that was broken.

“oh, shush.” you blush, rafe still able to make you feel shy to this day. 

you get out of the car, looking at the airbnb. you swear it looks even better in person, the warm sun beautifully illuminating the white stand as you walk in, punching in the code that you had already memorized.

you know rafe is bringing daisy in, so you take a moment to inspect the house, the two bedrooms and one nursery as well as the open living area, big windows pointing out to the ocean.

you hear daisys cries before rafe enters with her in his arms. “she's ready for you.”

you take her quickly, sitting down in the plush armchair as you adjust your shirt and nursing bra to free your nipple, which she quickly latches onto.

you can hear rafe bringing in your bags and everything you need for daisy as you nurse and stare out at the ocean.

“all done, baby?” you ask her after she pulls away, a blissed out, happy look on her face.

“ill burp her.” rafe picks daisy up from your arms before you even realize it, clearly missing his girl as you close up your bra and pull your shirt down. you follow rafe out onto the back deck, wrapping your arms around his waist as you listen to the familiar sounds of waves hitting the shore.

“are you tired from the drive?” you ask him. “you can nap and ill entertain daisy and make us dinner.”

“im okay.” rafe turns around to tug you into his side. “and let's just order pizza or something, this is vacation, you don't have to cook.”

“okay.” you get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before leaning back against his side. you'll order later, after you've started out at the ocean with him, the uninterrupted sea of blue.

--

“ah, ah, ah.” rafe stops you, taking the baby carrier out of your hands. “ill wear her.”

you nod, grabbing the diaper bag and slinging it over your shoulder, which rafe also takes after he puts the carrier on.

“baby, i can carry something.” you laugh as he gets poppy out of her carseat, her cries instantly stopping now that she's free of the car.

“i know you can. but im a good husband, and i got it.”

“okay.” you shrug. “whatever you want baby.”

rafe loads daisy into the carrier, adjusting her to face outward so she can see all of the animals as you walk through the zoo.

“sunscreen.” you remind rafe, putting the cream onto daisys delicate skin. you swipe it across rafes nose as he makes a face.

“you need it too.” you chastise, smearing it across his face, rubbing it all in so he's not embarrassed. you'd already applied sunscreen underneath your makeup at the cottage earlier, so you just refresh your exposed shoulders.

you make quick work of admissions at the zoo, having already bought your tickets online.

“what do you wanna see first, baby?” rafe asks, hand looped together tight with yours. 

“umm, how about the red pandas?” you motion towards the asia section of the zoo.

“sounds perfect.” rafe very willingly follows you throughout, daisy happily watching the animals as well as smiling at anyone who passes by.

“stop, they're so cute!” you coo as you look at the pandas. “i want to pet one.”

“don't tempt me to figure out a way for you to do that, baby.” rafe laughs, your pout quickly disappearing off your face, knowing it's not beyond rafe to bribe a zookeeper to let you feel the red pandas fluffy tail.

“what would you like to see, daisy girl?” you coo, rubbing your fingers over her cheeks.

“let's check out the chimpanzees and then we should probably find a place for you to nurse.” rafe is well aware of daisys feeding schedule, and you had to choose between taking her to the zoo during nap time or having to figure out feeding her during the trip.

“sounds good.” you allow rafe to loop his arm around your waist. 

rafe is just as delighted by the chimps swinging across their play structure as daisy is, her hands clapping together, chubby cheeks pushed up in a happy smile.

she cries when you walk away, but you recognize that the attitude is mostly from her being hungry.

“come on, baby.” you coo, finding a quiet shaded area with a comfortable bench.

you cover your front with a light blanket as rafe sits next to you, gently rubbing your shoulder and stroking over your hair as daisy feeds.

“she's probably gonna take like a 15 minute milk nap after this.” you say to rafe. “we can go check out the natural history museum.”

“good idea.” rafe nods. “i know how much you like to read random ass signs.”

“ugh, not my fault i like to learn information! unlike you, dummy.”

“hey.” rafe tickles his finger into the crook for your neck.

daisy falls asleep when she's done nursing, just as you predicted. you tuck her into the crook of your arm, not wanting to risk transferring her to the baby carrier, she'd most certainly wake up.

rafes hand stays on your back throughout the entire museum. you look through every sign, every taxidermied animal and the prehistoric scenes of the area the zoo has set up.

daisy stirs in your arms as you walk outside, the afternoon sun on her face waking her up. “hey princess.” you tell her, always surprised how quickly she recovers from her naps, now wide awake seconds later.

“wanna go to daddy? yeah?” you hand her over to go back into the baby carrier, heading towards the north america section. you like seeing the moose, and rafe the brown bears, while daisy gets an absolute kick out of the american otters, watching them swish through the water and flip off the glass partition.

you continue through most of the zoo, deciding to rush through the aquarium and skip the africa section as daisys nap time quickly approaches.

you exit the zoo hand in hand with rafe, and for once daisy doesn't fight being put in her carseat as she instantly falls asleep.

--

daisy is sitting in between your legs, giggling as she runs her hands through the sand. you keep a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't try to experiment and eat any, but you're also distracted by rafe sitting shirtless next to you.

“when daisy is older, we should take her to the west coast so we can watch the sunset over the ocean.” he says, moving closer to you to wrap his arm around you.

“id love that. its so fun bringing her places.” you know daisy is too young to remember this trip, but she has loved staying someplace different, getting to see all sorts of new things. 

you head back home tomorrow, back to the reality of the outer banks.

“baby girl is gonna be beyond spoiled.” rafe laughs softly, leaning forward to readjust the bow on the top of her head.

“if you spoil her as much as you spoil me, she sure will.” you lean into rafes side, gently watching the waves until daisy starts to get tired and bored, crawling back towards you.

“nursing then bedtime, alright daisy?” you coo at her, picking her up as you walk with rafe back into the cottage, dusting your sandy feet off before going in. “it's a long drive again tomorrow and daddy needs a good sleep.”

“mmm, i was hoping after you put her down we could…” rafe clears his throat. your eyes widen, understanding what he means.

“yeah.” you nod, sitting down in the armchair that has become your prime feeding place over the weekend trip. “id really love that.”

“perfect.” rafe bends to press a kiss to your forehead. “im gonna go shower. let me know if you need any help getting her down.”

daisy happily latches onto your boob, pulling off when she's about halfway done as she gets fussy.

“oh, girly.” you giggle. “you're just tired!”

you move into the nursery to change her into pajamas as well as make sure she has a fresh diaper before finishing feeding her. by the time you set her down in the crib, she's out like a light.

you grab the baby monitor and bring it into your bedroom, smiling when you see rafe sitting on the edge of the bed, towel wrapped around his hips, hair still slightly wet from the shower.

“she's asleep?” he confirms as you place the baby monitor on the dresser.

“she is.” you move quickly over to rafe, bending to press a kiss to his lips as your hands move quickly to undo his towel, opening the damp fabric to reveal his cock.

you kiss as your hand explores his length, feeling it harden beneath your fingertips before you begin to stroke.

“you're gonna kill me, baby.” rafe groans against your lips. “ive missed your hands so much.”

“missed this too.” you confirm. sex with rafe has been scarce since daisy. your body took a while to recover, and while he was patient throughout that, even once you were ready to have sex, daisy often interrupted you by needing her diaper changed or to be rocked back to sleep.

“come on, i want to see you.” rafe tugs at your shirt.

you stand to lose your tank top, removing your bra next. you still feel a little insecure about your stomach. you lost a bit of the weight you gained throughout pregnancy, but you don't know if you'll ever get back to how you were before.

“hey-” rafe stands, seeming to sense your feelings. “you're beautiful.”

“thank you.” you say, tears welling up in your eyes, but not from your insecurities, but from the sheer love you have for rafe.

“now get on the bed so i can show you how beautiful i find you.”

you take your pants and underwear off as you lay down, placing your head on the pillows as you look up at rafe. you used to be much more adventurous when it came to sex, trying out different positions or even introducing toys, but just like in many other ways, being a parent has made your sex more boring.

rafe drapes himself over your body, his cock rubbing through your folds. until daisy is much older and always sleeps through the night, there's still a chance she will wake up, so speed is of the essence.

rafe lines his cock up, pushing it inside of your tight heat with a low groan, needing to stay pretty quiet to not wake daisy, glad that the ocean out the window is providing her some white noise.

“god, you feel so good.” rafe says, eyelids fluttering closed as he stills, allowing you to adjust to his length.

you let out a moan, reaching up to wrap your arms around rafes shoulders, pulling his body against yours.

your chest rubs together as rafe begins to thrust, thankfully not moving too much as your nipples are so sensitive they sometimes hurt.

“i love you.” you whisper to rafe. “i love you so much.”

“we should have a wedding.” rafe says mid-thrust, making your eyes widen as he continues talking. “we should renew our vows when daisy is old enough to be our flower girl.”

“okay.” you nod. you have no problem with throwing an actual party to celebrate your marriage, considering when you found out you were pregnant and told rafe, you settled for a small and quick courthouse wedding with just a few family members and friends in attendance.

“i just love you so much.” he says, voice slightly strained as he continues thrusting.

“i know.” you lean up again to press your lips against his, his mouth staying slightly ajar as he pants.

“i love daisy too. i love our family.” rafe is moving so fast inside of you, rambling as he fucks you. “i wanna have more kids. after we renew our vows and i give you the wedding you deserve.”

“okay.” you giggle, smiling up at rafe. “we can do all of that, baby. we have all the time in the world.”

rafe nods, eyes closing as he concentrates on moving his hips just how you like it, the same motions that got you pregnant with daisy, now prevented from happening again with your daily pill.

“close.” rafe warns, and you're not far off either, only needing a couple more thrusts before you cum with a muffled shout, having covered your mouth with your hand just in time.

your cunt squeezing around him as your high pushes through your body is all rafe needs to spill inside of you with a soft moan of your name.

his arms give out as he rests on top of you, but you don't mind the weight as you stroke your fingers through his short hair. 

it's comforting, the silence, the way your bodies are pressed together, but it's interrupted by a cry through the baby monitor.

“i got her.” rafe says before you can even react. he pushes himself out of bed and pulls on a pair of sweats before rushing into the nursery.

you take a moment to reach over to the tissues on the nightstand, cleaning yourself off at least good enough for the night as you wrap the blankets around yourself.

you try to stay awake until rafe comes back in, to tell him yet again how much you love him, but by the time he's done changing daisys diaper and gets her back to sleep, you're deep in sleep.

rafe smiles as he reenters the bedroom, seeing you all wrapped up with a slight smile on your face as you dream. rafe lays down next to you, wondering how he ever got so lucky.

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[yuyu1024]

Roommate

Pairings: Yunho × y/n

Genre/tags: first time

Warning: smut/angst 🔞🔞🔞 unprotected sex, pet names, a lot of cursing, mention of masturbating

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: another random drabble i just wrote before i slept the other day. But forgot to post 😅 no storyline

***

Typical. Everyone around you is either holdinh hands with their partner or just basically eating each other's face like you don't exist in their friendship group.

You love your friends, you do, with all of your heart, however sometimes you just want to slap them across their faces and tell them to stop being showy of their love, affection and horny asses while you are with them. They know you are single and lonely. They can try to control it right?

It is not like you are single solely by choice. It's not like that. You also wanted to date. You wanted to try. But the problem is, no one is even willing to try it with you. Basically, you think, you are not attractive enough for boys or men to even look back to you and talk.

Just thinking about it makes you want to cry.

You did what you can to change so that society can notice you. You started wearing contact lenses to let them see your eyes that usually hides behind your thick glasses. You even styled your hair. Not a drastic change but your friend says the layering cut fits you. Then you also updated your wardrobe. You still have the comfy ones in there but you added some basic blacks, whites, browns and nudes color for basic mix and match for future dates.

However, no future dates ever happened since then.

You thought, who are you kidding? No one wanted to date you when you are you so how can anyone date you now as well when you are trying to be 'normal' and same as the others.

"Here is your pineapple juice." San, your bestfriend, brings you your nonalcohol drink.

"Thank you..." you say as you take it from his hand. "Where is your girlfriend?"

"Ah, she went outside to meet his big brother..."

"Brother? She has a brother?"

"Are you even not listening to any of our conversation for the past year?" He raise his brow at you

You roll your eyes. "Oh sorry... how can I listen to your conversation when all I could see is your mouth nibbling her neck whilst your hand is on her boobs and squishing it like I'm not here!" You rant

San laughs at you. "Babe! I'm sorry!" He puts his arm around you. "You know I can't get enough of my girlfriend..."

You scoff. "I know! Like it's not obvious. I see it every week we go out and hang out!" You push him away jokingly.

"You act annoyed and disgusted by us... but when you get yourself a man... you'll know how we feel." He says, laughing

"IF... I get myself a man. You know I'm struggling here..." you sigh, shaking your head.

"Hi I'm back!" San's girlfriend emerges from the crowd, pulling a tall guy with her. "Got my big brother here."

"Hey! Yunho! Long time no see!" San gets up and hugs his girl's brother.

"Yeah... it's been quite some time now..." Yunho responses. "But I'm back... but... homeless..."

"Homeless?" San questions as they all sit down.

"He's moving back here... he just resigned from his job and looking for a place to live." San's girl answers. "He is staying at my place for now... but my unit is not big enough for the two of us..."

"Right... hmm... I would suggest my building but currently all units are full." San says. "Oh wait! Y/N!"

All of them looks at you with dear eyes whilst you were drinking your pineapple juice.

"What?" You ask San

"By the way, she is my bestfriend... Y/N.... and Y/N... Yunho... Her brother..." he introduces you

"Hi..." you greet, smiling.

"So," San claps his hands, grinning. "Didn't your roommate just moved out?" He asks you

"Yes..." you are lost why the sudden question. But then your eyes met San's girlfriend's eyes. "Wait... are you suggesting..."

"Don't worry about him!" She stands and sits beside you. "His work is nighshift so... when you are home he's not! So it's like living with no one..."

"Huh? Wait. Why my place?"

It's not that you are being rude but it is a bit awkward since you just met the gorgeous guy a second ago.

"Girl... just accept it." San suddenly whispers to you. "He have a ton of friends... goodlooking ones..."

"Are you suggesting to let him stay with me in return to find me a guy?" You hiss at San and then hit him on the arm.

"Don't worry... it's just for a mean time... while he's saving up and looking for a place to move near his work. Which is oddly same area as your place."

San is really enjoying this sitution. You don't like what he is doing. You're guessing he is either playing cupid for you and Yunho or he's trying to make you look good for Yunho so he could also help you find a man.

Wow. You're bestfriend is so desprate to get you laid and have a life.

"Maybe her building have an extra unit?" Yunho asks

"Well... my place is more like a 3 story apartment building... the owner lives at the house next door and the two units under me are all taken." You explain

"Her place is outside the city yet not to far to get to." San explain

"Hers is more quiet than my place. You definitely could get your sleep in the morning." His sister adds

"Really..." his eyes then shifts to his sister to you. "Don't worry... I could pay rent if you like... I could share with the food too."

That's fine you guess. Right? Since it's going to be just for a mean time? What could go possibly wrong of having a guy in your apartment just to sleep during the day while you are out at work...

***

"San!" You hiss while you slowly close your bedroom's door. "I don't think I can do this." You whisper on your phone

"What do you mean?"

"You and your girlfriend missed out an important detail about Yunho... before you let me take him in my place!"

"What detail? Yunho is a nice guy. He's not going to hurt you or anything... he's very kind too and caring. He is a decent guy Y/N."

You sigh as you go on further your room, making a ton more distant from your door so Yunho won't hear you.

"Yeah, he's great. Sure. I get that. But..."

"But what?"

How can you explain to your bestfriend that whenever you wake up in the morning to get ready for your day, not just one time but like a few times now in the past month, THAT you caught your new roommate masturbating. Like seriously moaning outloud and out and about. He does not even try to close his door or anything!

"Y/N? You're still there?"

You snap out of it. You try to stop imagining it all over again. But fucking hell, how can you remove the image and the sound in your head? It is now engraved in your brain and it echoes in your ears.

"Hello? Are you still alive?" San asks

"Yes... I'm still here..."

"So... what is it?"

"Fuck..." you hiss. "Nothing....nevermind... I'll just.... whatever. Yeah... I just hope he finds a new place soon."

You say outloud. It's not like you don't like him now just because of what you keep witnessing every now and then. It's just awkward for you. Awkward in terms of..... you don't know what to do about it. The dirty thoughts building in your mind is too much for you to even handle.

You don't want to be a pervert or a freak imagining him fucking you. Especially with the length he got? Oh dear. Just imagine him pounding you and making you lose your shit.

"Good morning." Yunho greets you the second you got out of your room. He just finished showering and preparing breakfast. "I made something quick.. scrambled and toast..."

"Thanks..." you try to avoid looking at him. Not because you caught him today.

He was not doing it today actually but because, the reason you called San in panic mode is becauss you dreamt about it. And that's not okay. It made you, wet early in the morning. Even for someone who is a virgin and only knows sex through books and movies.

"You're not up early today." He asks before he bite his toast

"Ah... it's my off today." You say as you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

"On a wednesday? Middle of the week?"

"Yeah..." you then add sugar and milk to your drink. "Forced leave actually... since I don't use them much and my boss thinks I'm a workaholic." You take a sip and exhale satisfaction. "He said... I should use a few days and just... relax... plus the weather lately is not good so... it's okay..."

Both of you look outside the window and watch how strong the storm is.

"Yeah... it was a struggle to get to work last night and even get home earlier..."

"Glad you got home safe." You say, "A friend of mine at work lost control during his drive... he almost hit a tree..."

"That's bad."

"It is..."

You glance at him and saw him looking at you. You try to smile it off and ignore the fact that he is starring and just continued to look outside the window and drink your coffee. But then...

"You know... you look cute with your glasses on." He suddenly says. "Hmm no actually... I think... you look sexier with your glasses on."

What the fuck was that?

"S-sorry...?" You can't process what he just said

"I'll go ahead and sleep..." he smiles. "Enjoy the breakfast I made for you." And as he walks pass you, his hand slightly brushes off your ass like he tried to touch it but didn't actually. "Goodnight, Y/N..." he says before he disappears to his room.

You thought that, THAT one thing. That morning is just a fluke like he was just being nice and flirty. But it has no malice.

Because you thought, why? Why would someone like him? Tall, handsome, sexy and someone nice will take interest to someone like you? Someone no one seems to like.

But then... a few more weeks of being getting to know each other more, sharing flirtatious gazes and catching him still masturbating. Well, like probably any smut books you've read, it all ended up having a spicy moment with your roommate.

"Y-yunho.... Yu..... Yunho...!" You are out of breathe and probably about to pass out. That's how tired and weak you are right now. "I... I aaaah!!! I think I'm going to explode!" You cry, grasping onto the headboard for support.

"I can't stop.... I can't." He grunts as he pushes himself in you more and more. "You're sucking me in real fucking good!" He snarls. He is breathing hard and heavy as you are. "Fuck!"

What happened? How did you end up like this? Legs spread open, naked and being pounded by Yunho.

"Fuck!" You moan as he constantly hit your spot. "Yunho! This is fucking insane!" You are tearing up but its not from the pain but its from the high its giving you. It tickles you from the inside.

You never knew sex would be this damn good.

"Shit!" Yunho hisses before he locks his lips to yours. "What the fuck are you doing? You are getting tighter and tigher... fuck so good! Aaah!!" He wraps his arms around you, caging you more close to his body. "Y/N!" He calls your name, "shit... holy shit."

You are not sure what you are doing. But your body is tense and reacting very well to him fucking you.

"I'm dizzy because of the alcohol..." you exhale. "I don't know... how can.... how I even..." You stop to scream as he pounded you real hard and you felt it in your gut. "Fuck!"

"Come for me..." he then says before he nuzzles his face on your neck. "You even smell so good."

Right. You two celebrated your promotion. You're supposed to celebrate with San and his girl too but since the weather is bad and not safe to really go out, you decide to just do it with Yunho. Bad idea was to drink alcohol with him to help you to warm up a bit since it's snowing bad outside. Coz now... it got you fucked and still getting fucked up.

"Oh god! Yunho!" You moan. You actually think you exploded. You feel more wet down there. But Yunho don't seem to mind. Because he's not stopping yet

You got pretty close already after a decent amout of months living with him. But tonight, is another level of closeness. The alcohol vamps up both your horny asses.

You being curious about how sex feels, craving it even if you haven't done it yet ever and him, being vacant in that 'section' for months and months now since he is single and busy. So... the combination of that got you to your position now.

"How do you feel?" He asks, looking at you eye to eye

Your mouth is open and breathing loudly but you still managed to answer him. "A-amazing..."

Your answer made him smile. "I'm close..." he says, "Do you want me to pull it out?"

"Pull out? Why?" You whine

He faintly laughs and then kisses you on the corner of your lips. "We don't have protection. We got so excited that I forgot to grab a condom."

Then you extend your legs and wrap it around his hips. "Don't. I want to know how it feels.... I want to feel it. Everything... give it to me..."

"Fuck Y/N...." he snarls before biting his lower lip. "You're making me more horny by saying that."

"Please...?"

"Hold on then..." he says before he picks up his pace.

He thrusts more faster and stronger. He is running to reach his climax. And it didn't take long for him to break since you clench so tightly whenever he hits your core perfectly.

"Fucking hell!" He gasp for air and your embrace the moment he lets go of himself. "Y/N... you are one dangerous woman..." he mumbles, "fuck..."

"I should be the one telling you that... you seduced me..." you says as you softly kiss his cheek

"Oh baby it's the other way around..." he pulls out of you and lays flat beside you. "The moment you came out of your room wearing my hoodie by mistake..." Yunho covers his face with his forearm, hiding his smile. "I lost it."

You giggle as you find him adorable. He is embarassed right now but when he asked you if could fuck you hours ago, there was no hint of shyness in him.

"Y/N...?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I be your permanent roommate?"

"What?"

"Because..." He pushes himself up and turn to face you. "I don't think I'd allow myself to not have a taste of you every fucking day now..." he leans forward to your chest area and let his tongue swirl around your hardened nipple.

You squirm, feeling it from your boobs to your core. Your cheeks also becomes as red as the cherries on the cake you have left on the dining table.

"Looks like... you're body wants to go again..." he teases while he is still licking you up

"Fuck... My nipples are so sensitive plus it feels so good... I think... I think... I'm horny again..." you breathe. Your hips are already out of control moving just from him teasing your nipple.

"I can go again if you like..." Yunho then kisses you on the lips. "I told you... I'm... the perfect... roommate for you." He says in between kisses

"Really?" You smile

"Yes..." Yunho scoops you up making sure he gets more access to your other boob.

"Fuck me again...?" you ask, eyes closed

You hear him smile. "I'll never say no to that."

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[sssilverstoned]

while you can still smell them ꩜ ln4

type: full length fic

word count: 3.9k

title from: i wish you roses by kali uchis

warnings: some fluff, angst, but like it's a happy ending. cursing bc i'm me, italics are memories

lily said: you know me i can never leave well enough alone. i thought this little snapshot of the break that was never really a break would be cute! for context, i'd suggest looking at the ig au linked below! this would be taking place in between part 2 and 3.

part 1

part 2

part 3

masterlist

You've only seen Lando cry on occasions that called for it. When family members died, when racing got too much for his mental, in some awful, awful moments. Maybe that's why it hurts so bad to see him cry now.

"A break feels a lot like you should add 'up' to that statement," he had said, turning away from you, looking out at the stars. You were sat on his balcony, feeling suffocated by the apartment. But the AC was on and working fine, and windows were open. Your emotions were suffocating you, that was more fitting.

"We can't keep on like this, Lan," you say in a broken voice, the lump in your throat thick and threatening. "It's not fair to either of us."

He doesn't realize he's crying until the drop hits his nose, making it quirk up in surprise. He swipes at his face, a pawlike move to get rid of the teardrops.

"Do you not love me anymore?"

His question makes you sob. Full body, head dropping to chest, your hands writing in your lap. The sound of you breaking down turns him back to you, rushing to the chair you've melted into. He lifts your face in his hands, and you take a breath when you see his face, discolored with tears.

"I'll always love you," he makes out of your words, just barely. "I, I just, it's not the same,"

"We can fix this, us. We can work on it together," Lando's brain is whirring at hyper speed, damage controlling the last 8 months of your lives together.

The cracks began to become schisms when he committed your largest pet peeve, which was ignoring things out of ease. Blissful ignorance, if you will.

It was small things, like forgetting about date nights in lieu of longer trainings or prolonging trips. Sometimes he forgot to water the plants, or didn't move laundry over, and that was manageable. That's what every couple encounters. What every couple does not encounter, was the intense pressure of racing a car for a living.

He was frustrated, with Zak, with anything papaya colored, and with his own self-doubts. He carried that frustration in his chest, and it came out in some of the words he spoke to you, and actions he took. You eventually stopped offering to come over and cook, because dinners were becoming continuously tense, and you were uncomfortable. Felt like a nuisance.

But at the same time, you were both so codependent. Without anything being said, you two began to avoid things you assumed the other wouldn't like, and asked for permission to do the smallest of things. You first noticed it when your sister pointed had asked you to come go with her out of town for the weekend, and you hesitated. "I'll have to ask Lando," you had told her. She bit her tongue.

Lando was just as bad, he had quite literally lost the ability to sleep when you weren't around. It made Grand Prix weekends an actual nightmare when you weren't there, calling you at any times in the day or night.

"Are you alright, it's 4am,"

"Sorry, can't sleep again. The melatonin does nothing,"

"Did you try the tea my mum got you?"

"Baby I just," he scrubs a hand down his exhausted face. "I just need you here."

"I can't just get up and go to Australia."

"I'll get you a flight, or maybe we can-"

"Lando," you say in a sterner voice. "I can't."

He's quiet for a moment, and you wonder what's going through his head. You hardly raised your voice or got intense, certainly never at him. But then again, recently, you seemed to never know what was going through his head.

It was silly to think that Lando was the same man that you began dating. You were 19, you would pray that he had changed somehow over the span of 5 years. But there was something missing that once was. The relationship was becoming more of a task, and that wasn't right. Which is what brought you to this moment, brought you to telling him you needed to talk.

"Lan," you whimper, bringing a hand up where his hold your face on either side. You don't even have to say anything more, he knows you better than you know yourself. And he begins to cry harder.

"I've never loved anyone but you, baby."

"I know."

"I can't, I really don't want to live without you," he shakes his head, standing back up to his full height. His hands stay busy, though, ripping through his hair.

"I'm not going to go away," you explain, agonized that you're calmer than he at this point. You stand from the wicker chair, but don't edge closer to him. "But my career is unpredictable right now, 6 months in Marbella is a long time. And you're, well, everywhere. And you need to focus on that."

"I've multitasked for 5 years," he says bitterly, making you sigh. His eyes are back on the stars, and his back to you makes your eyes blurry again.

"I'm not happy." You finally blurt, making his body stiffen. "I'm really not."

When he looks at you again, his expression reads clearly with fatigue, with anguish. "Please, baby, don't,"

It's your turn to clutch his face, bringing his forehead to touch with yours. Through your contact, you feel the heaves of his body, the breaths he's trying to control. "It's not forever," you whisper, mustering courage. "But we need to stop acting like everything's fine."

"I don't see myself without you."

"You're not," your hold tightens, he leans further into your palm, "but we've grown up together. The flower pot's too small now," you try to joke, he barely can fake amusement.

"I'll buy a thousand new pots."

"We need to clean up the broken one, first." His jaw clenches, you soothe it with your thumb. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He says back, almost silently. "Still wear that Mclaren shirt on race days, I need the luck."

You finally crack a smile. "I'll wear the hat too if my hairstyle permits."

He kisses you, almost convincing himself this if is the last fix he can get for a while, he needed it now. Not that either of you know it, but you both have the same thought. You both notice that your cheeks have each other's tears on them now, not sure which ones came from whom. You were on the same page in that regard, at least.

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"You should ask y/n out," your best friend says to Lando in the middle of a party. He chokes on his drink, not expecting her to come up to him like she did, and not expecting the words out her mouth.

You all were freshly 19, still congregating in someone's living room to try to have a good time. He knew your friends better than he knew you, the newest of the group in town, only having moved to the area with your family when you were 16.

"Should I, now?" He says, recovering from his fright.

"Yeah," she replies, ignoring the sarcasm. "She goes on about you, it's cute. She'd hurt me if she knew I told you, though. Not sure what she sees in you," his eyes narrow at the girl, which she ignores once again. "You'd be lucky to have a girl like her in your life."

That much, he knew. You were fiercely loyal to your friends and family, and treated him with a kindness that made him melt every time. You were funny, and genuine, and not to mention, the most beautiful person he's sure he knows.

When he bumps into you later at the party, he asks you what you're doing the following evening.

That was the story he'd tell people with a proud grin when they ask how you two got together. All you recount is how he nearly ruined your cute top with a shitty guinness.

He's struck with the memory when he sees the guinness logo in the ads on the walls of a restaurant. "Mate," Max all but snaps his fingers. Lando locks back in, humming for what he missed.

"Was just curious if you wanted to go out tonight. They've been texting in the chat about it, I saw you never responded."

Clubbing wasn't as fun as it used to be, not when you weren't dancing your heart out beside him, or waiting in bed with your nose in a book when he came home because you weren't feeling like going out. It felt like a waste of his time, and like he was sucking the fun out of other people's nights.

"'M alright," he says with a tight mouthed grin. "Gonna sit this one out."

Max looks at his friend, seeing through his response. "When's the last time you went out?"

If he had to take an educated guess, you last graced his apartment that night on the balcony, 4 weeks ago. So, 4 weeks ago. Perhaps longer, judging by the schisms. "A while. Not up to it."

"You're torturing yourself."

"I'm not interested in getting shitfaced, Max."

Max looks away for a second, quickly weighing the pros and cons of asking what he's been wanting to for the last, well, 4 weeks. "Do you think Y/n is wallowing too?"

The sound of your name makes his fingers twitch inadvertently, almost like a flinch. "That's not fair."

"I'm serious, Lando. You said she needed a break because she felt like you two were co-dependent and not actually working through problems, and look at you. You're not functioning without her. I mean, it's your fucking birthday next week, and you haven't brought it up once, you realize that, right?"

He knows he's right. Nothing he said was out of line, or wrong, and that's why Lando has nothing to say back. He wants to argue, to prove him wrong, but he can't. He's seen your ads and campaigns, the beautiful shots of you promoting luxury brands and names that your fans only dreamed of owning. Despite the distance, he was so proud of you still. You worked hard, were disciplined and humble through your success. He had texted you when the Dior campaign had launched, and the message of your thanks, with a smiley face, made him, for just a second, think that things were back to normal.

When they left the restaurant, and ran directly into fans, Lando tried to put on his best face for them, smiling for selfies and signing what was gestured toward him. When a sweet looking girl with glasses shyly spoke up, telling her favorite driver where she was visiting from, his tired eyes light up. "You're from there?" He confirms, and she smiles with an eager nod.

"Y/n is too," he almost mumbles, but every fan in earshot heard it. The typical squeals followed, the hushed whispers amonst themselves on if they'd push the questions they were itching to ask or not. And heard it they did, as the encounter made its way onto social media and gossip pages. But Max was right, his mourning period needed to be over, if anything was going to change for the better.

You call him on his birthday. It was nerve wracking, which made you bitterly laugh, because never did you think you'd be nervous to talk to Lando Norris of all people. One of the few people in the world you wholeheartedly trusted.

It had only been about a month since you requested time apart, and he had honored that. The texts were sparse, the calls nonexistent. Although, that was sort of what had brought you to this point anyway. But you were working on yourself, and your career at the same time, and things were looking better. Change never happened overnight, but the journal your therapist recommended, and the disappearance from social media besides professional posts were great starts.

You bite at your cuticle as the phone rings. You take your cell away from your ear, chest panging at the contact name "Lan <3" at the top of the screen. Was he really going to screen your call? Is that what you deserved, possibly?

"Y/n," he finally answers, and you quickly bring your phone back to your ear.

"Hi," you say awkwardly. "Happy birthday, Lando."

"Thank you," he says stiffly. "I'm happy to hear from you."

"Yeah I um, haven't really been on my phone here," you bite harder on your finger. "I think it's nice here, you'd love Marbella."

"I'm sure I would," he says with what you can hear is a smile. "I miss you, you know?"

"I miss you too," you concede, "how have you been?"

"Not great, I won't lie. Much rather would hear about you."

"'s not my birthday," and he smiles a bit at that.

"Well, racing's fine. But Max is sick of my shit, says I've been wallowing."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

You don't really know what to say, you've rarely been the perpetrator of his negative feelings. No relationship was perfect, but you all hadn't really hit a communication wall until now. It was uncharted, scary territory. "Well, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, that was all. Have a good day, really. 24 is a big one. Kobe year, that's what someone said to me. I hope this year is great for you."

"Y/n, wait," he halts your beginnings to hang up. "I'd like to come to see you soon, I've got some time before Abu Dhabi and maybe I could swing by Spain on the way."

"Lando," he absolutely hates that you're calling him by his whole name. Lan, that's what would you called him almost exclusively. Lando feels so formal from you.

He needs to hear it, you know he does. He needs to hear that you want to see him, that you need to see him just as much as he yearns to put eyes on you once more. But you were constantly afraid of accidental manipulation, holding him by some invisbile garotte. But this was his first birthday you hadn't celebrated together since you were 19, that meant something.

"Please focus on racing," you implore, and squeeze your eyes shut before adding, "but you if you'd like to come and it won't be an issue in your plans, you're more than welcome."

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You saw the posts, it wasn't very hard. Fans utterly disappointed that you and Lando hadn't been seen together in ages, putting pieces together quickly after you didn't post for his birthday. It didn't make you feel worse, to be truthful, and to your surprise. You were sure there'd be a barrage of insults hurled your way, maybe a cheating rumor or two. But really, all there was to see were requiems for your relationship, nostalgia for what once was. What did cause you to delete instagram from your phone, was the response to the podcast.

You were single for the time being, that's what you and Lando had agreed on when he visited you. It wasn't an invitation to go out and find the next man to lay in your bed, but you both had agreed that it wasn't healthy to hold out in anticipation of your rekindling.

"You're the only girl I've, you know," he awkwardly trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. He sits up in bed, linens pooling around his hips. Hooking up with your now ex-boyfriend, might've not been your brightest idea, sure, but you were both human, at the end of the day.

"Fucked?" you tease, remaining comfortable against your plush pillow. "I know. First few times kinda showed that."

He looks back at you pointedly. "You cried the first time."

"It hurt!"

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in fake annoyance. You grin. "I'm sure the girlies are gonna have a field day with you being single now,"

He rolls his eyes again, laying, or rathing slumping, back into the pillow next to you. His arm instinctively comes around the top of your head, you try not to lean into it. "I think I really will finally listen to you and focus on racing."

You turn on your side, admiring his profile as he stares up at the ceiling, probably tangled in his thoughts. His nose sloped perfectly, the little freckles dotting his skin like constellations. Your boy.

"I told my mum."

He snorts. "She hates me now, I'm sure."

"Mm, no, her first ask was what I did," your mom was Lando's biggest fan, through and through. Of course, you were her daughter, but she was convinced he was cosmically made perfectly for you.

He looks at you then, realizing your eyes have been on him the whole time. He copies your position, turning to you so your bodies lay parallel, nowhere to look but each other's eyes.

"Do you regret that I'm the only boyfriend you've ever had?"

You immediately shake your head in denial of the question. "No, not at all," you were lucky, if anything. "You?"

"Well, I've had other girlfriends,"

"Ouch?"

"You knew that," he chuckles, and yeah, you did. "But I don't regret that you're the only one I've been serious about. I still am."

"I know. I am too."

"An ex-boyfriend doesn't lay in bed with you, you know."

"And an ex-girlfriend doesn't still remind your team when your doctor's appointments are,"

"Fair enough, guess we're just weird."

You share a matching grin. "So weird."

So once Alex uploaded the Call Her Daddy episode you were a guest on, and it was official to the masses that you had been single for now almost 4 months, the articles came in. The timelines of you and Lando's relationship, the rumors of him leaving clubs with random girls. You'd be lying if you said you didn't zoom in on some of their faces, relaxing when you recongized most of them as friends or even family members. He wasn't yours to be worried about, you suppose, but you also knew that any girl he decided to share his time with would be a lucky one.

Your friends had tried to get you on dates, that wasn't a lie when you said that on the podcast. But you weren't ever excited to get to know someone new, small talk was painful and you didn't feel comfortable going home with them.

But then, a few weeks later into February, you get a phone call from Lando. "Hi," You answer, pleasently surprised.

"Hey there," he says, sounding slightly out of breath. "How are you?"

"I'm good, great even. Finished up everything down here, leaving Marbella next week to head back home." Home was London to you, not Monaco. You constantly visited, had a family flat there and everything, but couldn't leave officially becuause of your career.

"Congratulations, everything looked stunning," he compliments, and your stomach flutters.

"But um, how are you? I'd ask if you were relaxing, but I'm sure training's well underway."

"Meh, more or less. I'm heading to Surrey next week, actually. Got some stuff to do at HQ."

"Oh," Surrey was only about an hour and a half from where you were in London. "Would you, well, not assuming anything, but if you'd have time to spare, it would be great to catch up?"

This isn't why Lando called you, you fully know this. Who knows what he picked up the phone for, he could be calling to let you know he's eloped with someone he's met in the 6 months you've been apart.

"I'd love to," you hear his grin in his voice. "You haven't moved, have you?"

Not only had you not moved, but you haven't changed much about your flat either. Same bedding, same color schemes, same photos decorating your tables and walls of your friends, family, and Lando. He never took the photos of you down either, and that photo from your 21st birthday was still stuffed in his wallet.

You order takeout, sitting across the kitchen island from each other acting like it didn't feel like your first date again. He acts like he doesn't want to reach out for your hands as you animatedly use them to share stories of Spain, and you act like you don't want to push the curls back that threathen to land over his eyebrows.

The food gets cold as you two catch up, a few glasses of wine becoming a whole bottle gone. You actually can't remember the last time the two of you had done this, and perhaps, absence had truly made your hearts grow fonder.

"Bahrain is on leap day," Lando says, making you gasp.

"That's got to be good luck, no?"

"It's just the first practice,"

"But still, you're starting your first weekend of the year on a special day like that," you muse, "so exciting. I'm excited for you,"

His chest warms at endearment in your voice. You truly and honestly rooted for him through everything, that was one of the things he was most grateful for about you. He knows you don't truly care about all of this, if he won or lost, but that you care about him and his development, how he sees himself and his profession. He fell in love with that about you.

"Would you come?"

You hesitate, daring to look at him from where you had begun to clean the countertop. "To the race? "

He nods, and turn back to the counter. "I don't know, Lan. Is that where we are?"

He hopes so. He's missed you something horrible, prays you missed him just as bad.

Lando takes the cloth from your hand, replacing it with his own. "I know it's only been about 6 months, and that's not enough time to say everything's well and dandy," you fight a smile. "But I want to work through things, with you. I've had nothing but time to consider what was off with us, and I want to be better. For you, more than anything. Yeah, I learned how to be just Lando. But I know I prefer being Lando and Y/n."

You bite your lip, finally meeting his eyes. "I want to take it slow."

"We can do that,"

"So, I don't know if I'm ready for the race. But, my birthday's coming up,"

"It is,"

"And we'll be in Dubai. My sister did it up, got this crazy plan going since it'll be my 25th."

"Quite the old woman you're becoming,"

"Oh get off that," you scoff, pushing his chest. He chuckles and pulls you back into him, where you go willingly. "But, if you can, I'd love for you to come to the dinner."

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "You want me to fly to Dubai just for your birthday dinner?"

"You'll be in Saudi Arabia then anyway,"

The smirk gets bigger. "You know my schedule already, love?"

"You're so fucking cheeky, can't stand it," you feign annoyance, but never move from his arms.

He holds you, as your arms delicately find themselves behind his neck, not daring to kiss just yet. To really be honest, you're not sure if you're ready to take that whole plunge.

"I'm happy to be back, even if things are slow. They can be molasses for all I care."

"Thank you for being patient with me," you lean your forehead against his. However, this time, neither of you are crying. Nice, for a change.

"I'd wait decades for you, my love."

After a beat of sweet silence. You speak up once more. "One thing though," he hums to prompt your continuance. "I'm pretty sure, when it's said, it's Y/n and Lando, just so you know."

#is this me projecting? yeah #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader

[sweeneydino]

*BIG INHALE* Hi! I’ve been rotating the Spikeangelo au in my brain for a while, and things might get incomprehensible real quick. Not all questions, some just comments... 90% of this is just musing as the train of thought jumps rails and causes massive casualties; no need to answer all if you chose to answer any.

1. The fact that Master Splinter lets Titan live with them BEFORE he knows that he’s a version of Mikey, even after the attempted murder… man will look at a mutated turtle, ask, “Is anyone going to adopt that?” and not wait for an answer.

2. In Turtle Temper, Splinter says, “Spike, chew on your leaf if you are in the mood for a story”. Ronin has a choice here: pest Raph by eating, or troll Splinter by not. What choice would he make?

3. It seems like during the Slash and Destroy episode, Titan already had his outfit. If so… where did he get the clothes? The little turtles don’t really wear anything (and their clothes would be much smaller), so unless Splinter has a secret goth wardrobe, the only thing I can think of is that Raph is Very Optimistic about how tall he’s going to get, and has stockpiled clothes accordingly.

4. A while back you mentioned Titan “chewing [Shredder] out” after Shredder kills Splinter during the Triceraton invasion. The image you drew made it look like a tirade, but the first thing that came to mind for me was… more along the lines of using Shredder as a dog toy.

5. You said that after Slash and Destroy, Titan hides for a while out of shame. When does he rejoin the others? Before the invasion, *during* the invasion, after? Does he join the farmhouse arc, or does he do as canon Slash does and defend NYC while the rest of the turtles are gone?

Ah... there's a very long part six that's just about the ghosts... I don't think I'll be bothering you with that today.

When I see these types of asks, I can never control the squeal that comes out of my mouth. I love detailed analyses about my aus

:D

I also love completing things, so let's do them all!

1) Yep! Idk whats with the Splinters, but if it's turtle-shaped and needs a home, well say no more!

When Spike turned to Titan, Splinter already sensed something off with him, something more familiar than a family pet, but he would never figure out why until their lair is attacked by the kraang at the start of the invasion.

It's hard not to realize that your son's former pet knows moves (and shows a strange amount of wisdom) that you're 90% sure you never taught or shown to any of your sons.

2)

I think he's still upset about the pizza. Or Raph's anger.

3)Dumpster diving?

I'll be honest, I forgot to write it down... So we will stick to this simple solution for now🗿

4)

Okay, well... Shredder ALMOST became a dog toy. Let's just say that (this will totally not be a future comic)

5) He reunites with them after the newtralizer arc! After a little convincing ofc

When the invasion begins, he's with Splinter and Leatherhead, having defended their home and now searching for the turtles. They find Shredder after they exit the sewer, and Titan isn't too pleased to see the old bastard, attacking him in a rage once he hears about Leo's possible "demise."

Unfortunately, when he gains the upper hand, Titan is the one caught off guard and knocked into the machine, crushed by the pipes.

Before Shredder could really begin his usual evil monologue, he becomes distracted with Leatherhead, allowing Splinter to check on Titan and help him out of the pile of metal. Despite the likelihood of having a huge bruise on his ribs, he'd be fine. Even better if he could get rid of all their issues right there in front of him.

The one wrestling an alligator. And somehow winning.

And when he sees that devil in that all too familiar armor toss leatherhead into the pit, he's all too ready to kill him.

Yet he can't. Because He's not the only one wanting to prevent the past from happening again.

Splinter sends him away to find his sons, Titan's brothers - well, sorta - and even if he wants to bring Oroku Saki, the worse pain imaginable, he's more concerned if they are okay.

...

Okay, well, if the rest of them are okay

COUGH COUGH.

He'd find them, with him.

And uh. I think Leo's perfectly fine.

So when they decided to leave for April's farmhouse, he stayed in the city to search for Splinter and the other Mutanimals after leaving Leo with the others.

Maybe he sees himself as a burden.

Then the rest you make up on the way 👍 /j

This was very fun! Maybe I should just write paragraphs or smol little chapters with much more detail and flow🤔

Nah, I'll just draw.

Can't wait for the looooooooooonnngggg part six :D

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #art #crossover #tmnt crossover #vinny asks #asks #tmnt 2012 #tmnt au #tmnt spike #spikangelo au #spikeangelo au #tmnt 2012 spike #tmnt 2012 slash #tmnt slash #the last ronin #tmnt last ronin #last ronin #tmnt the last ronin #sketches #sketch #tmnt comic #comic #angst #there will be alot of angry spikeangelo just saying

[slut4fangs]

"i love you so fuckin' much"

jealous perv!bestfriend!eddie my beloved &lt;3

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

warnings: smut, 18+, eddie is a jealous perv, slapping, dirty talk, friends to lovers, pet names, no use of y/n, the use of 'whore' and 'slut' to describe reader, lightly proofread but i put my whole pussy into this, cheating but this is fictional and sexy so don't get your panties in a twist ily

i think bestfriend!eddie would loose his mind with jealousy if you got a serious boyfriend. sure, he had hookups and dated a few girls. but the moment you announce you're in a serious relationship, eddie feels like you've dropped a fucking bomb on him.

eddie munson was nothing if not clever. his way of keeping you close to his side, no matter who you were dating, was extraordinary. you've dated your fair share of people, that was true, but when Eddie saw how serious you were about this new guy...something in him snapped. so when you come to his house one night to hang out to  watch horror flicks and smoke, eddie can't help but make you question your loyalty to 'what's-his-face...' that's what he referred to him as anyways.

"i mean, i think things could actually be serious between me and him...i can feel it, you know what I mean? has anyone ever made you feel like that," you question eddie,

eddie exhales a puff of smoke on your face and laughs off the question, "what? no fucking way, princess, I'm not really the serious type," eddie admitted. and he was sort of telling the truth, he wasn't willing to be serious with anyone else...if it wasn't you.

"oh, I just thought maybe we could leave hawkins together, me and him. someday, I don't know, maybe i'm being silly," you lean back on the couch cushion and sigh.

he'd scoff at you, "no fucking way, you're joking right," leaning back on his couch. his arm slung over the middle cushion where you sat, not physically able to look him in the eye at the moment. he felt betrayed, you wanted to leave hawkins? without him?

you didn't realize you forgot to answer his question until he yanks on your pony tail to get your attention, "ow, what the hell was that for," you pout at him. why is he being so mean to you right now? you've never seen him this bothered over anything, eddie's eyes were vacant as he trained them on you. you tried staring him down, your pout and teary eyes gave him a sick satisfaction. he wasn't proud of it, but seeing you this upset when he was mad at you made his dick twitch in his tight jeans. i'm going to hell, eddie thinks.

"don't cry on my account, sweetheart. oh and let me guess, your bastard boyfriend doesn't want you hanging out with me anymore," he raises an eyebrow at you. you look down to fiddle with your hands, he had hit the nail on the head with that one. he hated that he was right. "oh my god," eddie laughed in disbelief, smug and cruel, the smile on his face anything but friendly, "that's why you came over here, to tell me we can't hangout anymore? huh? is that it, princess?" he couldn't believe what he was hearing, you had a boyfriend so now he had to disappear from your life. it wasn't fair.

"do you think this is easy on me, i'm trying to find a way for you both to be in my life without hating each other." couldn't he see that you were trying? all he could see is that you needed a harsh reality check.

"fat fucking chance at that, i haven't even met him and i can't stand that prick," eddie's temper flared and heat enveloped his pale cheeks, exhaling smoke through his nose before snuffing his cigarette out like he was mad at it. truth be told he was imagining it was your boyfriend's head he was smothering to ashes.

"just forget i said anything, let's just enjoy this," you cup eddie's knee with your palm and give it a little reassuring squeeze, as if this wasn't the last time you planned to hangout with him because of some controlling boyfriend, some stranger that was going to take you away from him.

eddie sighed and said nothing as he disappeared into the next room, you didn't have any idea as to what he was doing in there until you hear the familiar rattle of his 'lunchbox.' you smiled to yourself, maybe this friendship didn't have to end badly after all.

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thirty minutes later you two were giggling and talking like nothing life altering just happened. but the topic was of course bound to come up again, how could it not?

"now be honest, are you sure about this guy? he sounds like a total dick, honey," eddie sounded genuinely concerned, but more lighthearted than before which calmed you as much as the weed did.

you bursted out in laughter, unable to control the giddiness, "you said 'dick-honey,'" you laughed and you laughed until your stomach hurt and you fell back on the arm of the couch clutching your tummy.

"hey, what's so funny," eddie leans over you, hovering with his hands caging you into the couch. suddenly you were aware of how close his hands were to your waist, and aware of how delicious he smelled. and how his eyes scanned you face, taking you all in.

"you smell really good," you admit aloud, bubbly and high, Eddie loved when you were like this. all anxiety forgotten, the full body high taking over your system, it was just you and him. no talk of your stupid boyfriend, just two best friends with lethal amounts of chemistry between you. what could go wrong?

eddie hovered above you, wedging himself between your legs until his knee was nudging your clothed pussy. your skirt hiked up exposing your frilly underwear, a small gasp leaving you when eddie looked down to get a better look at your pretty underwear that he thought suited you perfectly.

"nice panties," eddie's voice was low, flirty even. he'd be lying if he said he never got horny when the two of you got high together, almost every time actually. if he only knew how long the feelings had been mutual for all these years.

you try to smooth your skirt to cover yourself but eddie haults your movement with a, "wait, i need a better look at these. haven't seen them before," he looks entranced, unable to tear his eyes away from your lower half. he's scared that if he looks up at your face he'll loose all of his courage and back off. he doesn't want to scare you off, but he also doesn't want to stop.

the words 'haven't seen these before' definitely threw you for a loop, "huh, what do you mean you haven't seen these before? have you been going through my laundry, eddie?"

"no, you wear these cute little skirts all the time. and you're always dropping shit, bending over, driving me crazy," eddie finally looks up at you, "you torture me." he rocks his knee into you and to his surprise you grind yourself back on him, he lets out an incredulous laugh, thinking about how he should've done this ages ago.

'driving me crazy'

'you torture me'

you were giggling in eddies face, looking up at him adoringly and overwhelmed with weed fueled lust he could see it in your eyes. and well, he couldn't help himself if he tried, in a swift motion eddie crashes his lips onto yours, a searing hot kiss that overtook both of your minds. you forgot you were dating someone, forgot about anything other than eddie munson, your best friend who you've always seen as cute, finally kissed you. in the very back of your mind, a little voice in your head was telling you how wrong this was.

"wait, we can't do this," you say pulling back from the kiss, even though you didn't want to, you knew that was the right thing to do. you had to stop before this went any further.

with his right hand holding your face tightly, "why not," eddie's dark eyes bore into yours, the tone of his voice was somewhat annoyed which struck you. eddie's mouth ghosted over yours, "i think we both need this, don't you? your boyfriend couldn't fuck you like I could, i think you know that deep down."

how long has he felt like this about you? he'd never say.

all you could do was let out a small whimper, an overwhelming need to have his hands all over your body enveloped you. you could cut the tension in that room with a knife.

"what was that," eddie mocked you, "i didn't catch that."

you groaned and covered your face with your hands, a poor attempt at hiding the blush on your cheeks. eddie quickly tore your hands away from your face, "use your words, i don't speak brat."

he wanted you to use your words and you did, you said the first words that came to mind, "i want you," it was a small plea. you felt silly, the living room was just full of laughter a few minutes ago and now it was a whole other atmosphere. tense, raw, completely uncharted territory between you and eddie. it was like something had been boiling on the stove for ages at a low simmer, but someone cranked it up to 10 and now it was all boiling over the sides in a hot rush.

eddie laughed, sadistic and proud, he's been waiting for this moment for a long time. "what would your boyfriend say if he saw you right now? i bet he'd call you a slut," eddie smirked down at you and then the tears started again, but this time you couldn't hold them in.

"oh stop crying, i still haven't gotten a chance to meet your new panties," eddie played with the material, snapping the side to your waist and laughing when you yelped. "you're so cute," eddie hooked his arms around your thighs and ran his thumb in small circles on your clit, adding pressure until he heard you moan his name.

"eddie please, i need you," you've never heard yourself this needy before, but you've also never been this turned on before.

"you got me, i'm here," eddie spoke without a mocking tone this time, reminding you he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. once he's taken your underwear off (in record time by the way, he's never been this turned on either) your legs are on his shoulders and he's licking your arousal. his tongue quickly finding it's way to your slit, pumping in and out, his middle and pointer finger working your clit in fast circles you thought you could dissolve right then and there. and what a way to go this would be, it would be like heaven to dissolve with him.

replacing his tongue with his fingers eddie pumps his middle and pointer fingers in and out of you until you're squeezing him, curling his fingers and hitting that special place over and over again. the pleasure building in your stomach is sinful and it builds more when eddie starts to suck on your clit, looking up at you with a devilish look. if eyes could smirk, his were doing just that. the satisfaction of knowing you wanted him so bad that you begged, and you moaned his name so beautifully, it was all going to his head(s). eddie was just as turned on as you, he moaned with his mouth to you, the man was practically making out with your pussy and getting a rise out of it.

you gently tug at eddie's hair as if to say, 'please come up for air before you drown.'

eddie smirks and crawls up to you, brushes your hair out of your face, and says, "i'm keeping these panties by the way," and kisses your lips softly swinging the cotton material over you like a pendulum before stuffing it in his back pocket.

you roll your eyes, "fine but i'm keeping THIS," you say grabbing his bandanna and stuffing it in your bra.

"i'm not above a good pat down, babe," eddie makes a show of taking his jacket off and rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, cracking his knuckles and the whole bit before giving you a full body pat down starting with your tits. "hm, left tit seems to be full of contraband. subject appears to be a foxy thief, noted," eddie talks aloud to himself throughout the whole process, you cant stop laughing, at the end of it you laugh so hard you're crying again. but this time they're happy tears.

once the full body pat down is done eddie makes his way back up to your chest and pulls the handkerchief out with his teeth. "are you aware what this'll cost you," eddie says, only half joking, it will cost you.

"oh no, i'm so scared. i'm sorry i'll do anything, just let me go," you pretend to be under distress. eddie gets a kick out of your acting and it only revvs him up more.

"oh yeah? you'll do anything i want?" eddie's eyebrows raise and his mouth quirks up in a knowing look. you nod your head sheepishly, he moves to tie your wrists together above your head.

you gasp when eddie starts unbuttoning your shirt, it's like every time you feel his breath fan your skin your chills double. talk about senses on fire, you were in the volcano, your cheeks hot and blushed. eddie took his time with you, enjoying every second of this because he didn't know if it would happen again.

eddie takes everything off but your skirt and socks, you nudge his thigh with your foot, "your turn...take em' off show me what you're working with."

eddie laughs and shakes his head shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the carpet, he's so fucking in love with you it's crazy. you wish you could take his shirt off for him, you're dying to touch him, "let me take off your shirt, please?" cue the big puppy eyes eddie used to never be able to resist, but now that's half the fun, teasing you, working you up and getting you hot. it didn't take long for him to figure out what you liked and what you didn't like.

the truth was you liked everything he did, fuck, you might be in love with him too.

"no, only good girls get to undress me," eddie teases, taking his shirt off and rolling his shoulders a few times before he's holding your face and rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "aw," he pouts, mocking you, "is someone upset?"

you answer him with a scowl and he laughs and slaps your cheek lightly, "you act like a bad girl...you get treated like one," eddie lands another smack to your face but this time it stings...and you love it. he kisses the same cheeks he smacked and soothes his thumb over it again, sweetly this time.

"now," eddie leans back on his knees and starts undoing his belt, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. you think you might die when he unzips himself, "i'm really pent up and you're a brat that drives me crazy, look how hard you made me." eddie palms himself through his jeans, you're seconds away from drooling if he doesn't start touching you again. "do you wanna feel it?" eddie moans when you nod your head yes, "ok, fine i'll untie you. if you'll behave..."

"mhm, i'll behave, i promise. i'll be good," your face lights up when eddie unties your wrists and directs your hand to his cock.

eddie groans, "fuck- you'll be good for me, won't you, babydoll?" eddie pulls down his pants and boxers all in one go, his cock on full display but he can't keep his eyes off you lips. he swears his cock twitches every time you lick your lips at the thought of tasting him.

"i'll be so good for you," you say, one hand pumping his cock and the other on his face, he's whimpering into your mouth as your tongues meet.

"fuck, you're really good at that," eddie rubs his cock up and down your pussy, "mm," eddie speaks between kisses, your hands are holding his waist, encouraging him to sink into you. and when he does, the both of you gasp into each other's mouths, "you're sucha little slut, baby. aren't you?"

"mhm, for you i am," your voice is soft and gentle in his ear. and while he thinks he could bust at any second, eddie knows better and keeps going, relishing this moment.

"you like being my little whore, don't you. dirty girl," eddie sucks on your neck, his tongue licking a stripe up your neck and leaving hickies there, he blows on it and you have chills all over again. you let out a little 'ah' sound at this and eddie thinks he could get used to this.

"i don't like it, i love it," your voice is breathy and sounds so pornographic you almost scare yourself.

"you love it, baby? you love me?" eddie's holding your cheeks again and kissing you sweetly and when your eyes meet you've never seen someone look at you like that before, like they were in love.

that's when it hits you, "i love you so fuckin' much, no one else, just you."

eddie thinks he died and gone to heaven when he replies, "i love you too, i love you so fuckin' much, baby," and comes inside of you when the last word leaves his mouth.

you spend the rest of the night holding each other and talking, then laying in silence, when eddie thinks you've gone to sleep he whispers "i love you," one more time because he loves saying it as much as he loves you.

eddie forgot you talk in your sleep when you reply, "i love you, eddie," his heart almost leaps out of his chest and he swears he's never been happier.

#eddie x female reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #perv!eddie #perv!eddie munson #jealous!eddie munson #jealous!eddie #eddie munson x female reader

[weebsinstash]

I just have to say I'm absolutely loving your yandere Thragg & Nolan stuff! Keep it up & I hope you have a nice day!! ♡

Thank you! And, also, gonna be using this post to talk about more yandere Thragg stuff because I was refreshing my knowledge on the comics and my YTShorts feeds are now filled with Invincible lore recommendations and, jesus I forgot how fucking nasty this man is

first off I'm using this image to just help kind of visualize how much of a unit this man is. Like. He's probably something crazy like 6'6 at the very shortest, maybe like 6'8, 6'9. But. Um. He's scary. He's tough. Viltrumites get tougher the longer they're alive and he's, not THE oldest Viltrumite but, maybe he's in like the top 10? But I think there's only something like an odd, less than 50 number of pure blooded Viltrumites left anyways lmao

Which is then my transition to "dealing with yandad Thragg as his child could be an absolute nightmare especially if you don't have powers"

Dying on my hill of "even if you do have powers he's super fucking possessive over who you're choosing as a mate or even just dating" because there's layers of 1. He has his own massive ego and your actions reflect on him and anyone you bring into the family will benefit from his lineage and achievements and he's defensive about who reaps those bounties or may even be suspicious of political intentions 2. If he hypothetically does let you date he needs to pre approve them first and I'm sure you can imagine how that goes and 3. .... you're his widdle baby, can't you spend more time with dad :( shut up about finding love, why can't you crush skulls with him? "Child why can't we go slaughter alien civilizations together like we used to 😩"

The last paragraph made me think of "Thragg with a child Reader who's actually a really spunky tough kid and he like is so proud of you and you guys have like An Actually Good Relationship (for Thragg's capacity to love anyways) but as you get older you start having ideological differences and you want more freedom but he just wants you to be Daddys Favorite Little Killing Machine for the rest of your life". Like you're just giving Thragg the cold shoulder because he won't let you leave the planet without his personal escort anymore and meanwhile here's thragg hovering over you with his arms crossed, internally scowl-pouting as he remembers The Good Old Days when you were like 6 and ran up to him, "Dad, Dad, look!! this is a note from my teacher praising me for how well I beat up another student! She says I'm 'extremely proficient at bludgeoning'! Did I do a good job?" "You did an EXCELLENT job. It says here the boy needed medical attention." "Yeah, he had to be sent to the hospital! His legs were totally bent the wrong ways! He shouldnt have tried to steal my toy!" "Fine work; you should never allow anyone to take what is yours. We shall feast tonight in celebration." And he pet your hair and you flew up to his chest height to give him a crushing hug. And nowadays you're like. The Viltrumite equivalent of being in your early adult years and everything is extremely cold and impersonal and you call him nothing other than Grand Regent and he "maybe" just wants his eager confident prideful Affectionate child back because all he has now is. A child that hates him and will barely make eye contact with him and will never accept his praise or medals for your achievements.

Like imagine being a notoriously powerful Viltrumite and you're actually widely accepted but him being controlling of you throughout your childhood eventually gave you a complex. Thragg summons you to like praise you for like, subjugating a nearby galaxy, and asks what you would like for a reward, and you just coolly reply some shit like "There's nothing you could offer that I want, Grand Regent" like you hate him so much you don't even want gifts from this man

AND THE DELICIOUS DRAMA OF, imagine if he finds out that while you hate him and want nothing to do with him, maybe you've become extremely attached to Nolan or some other older father figure in his place

THE SHIT THAT GOES DOWN IF THRAGG EVER HEARS YOU CALL NOLAN OR ANYONE ELSE "DAD" like the cosmic level beef that goes on, the BLOODSHED. Jesus. Imagine being on Earth and you've got Dad Nolan or he's like declared himself your dad/mentor and he sees you bonding with another human male who's a father figure and you call that man dad, like. That man is going missing and Uncle Sam is erasing his existence from the records just, gone.

Side note actually, idea for something yandere viltrumites do with a viltrumite/hybrid reader: loving to bear hug you super hard? Like almost painfully but they won't break anything. Just. Imagine yandad Nolan or Thragg or Mark with like, a lil sibling/ child/ age regressed Reader or whatever and you're having like, hugging contests to see who can hug the hardest, and play wrestling shit idk. Imagine the infamously grumpy genocidal Thragg and then here's his like 4 year old wanting to play wrestle and trying to pin him and you're no match for him of course but like it's not, real, he's "gently" deflecting you or breaking your hold but still actually praising you in that, Thragg dad way, "your stance is too weak to take down an opponent of my size, but you're improving" " your siblings usually tire by now; you seem to have more endurance than most of my other children your age. Excellent" and then your little baby mouth gives him a kiss on the cheek and he has to go subjugate another planet to feel manly again.

I feel like yandad Thragg and Nolan are unironically those characters that are like, they could be in the middle of a war zone and they're easily winning and you go upstairs to see what they're thinking about, surely they're thinking about something serious, and it's just "I need to hurry this up and get back to my child" or "I wonder what my little warrior is doing right now" like straight up like the father from Father I Don't Want This Marriage

Yandere Thragg and Nolan are all "oh it's part of the Viltrum way to mate and procreate and boost our numbers" and Reader comes along "hey dad this is my new boyfriend--" and suddenly they turn into like, Christian fundamentalists. "Um actually that Viltrumite male is even older than I am 🤓 you are still so young and should be enjoying the fruits of your youth 🤓 you are too young to have children"

I feel like though like if you ever did manage to sneak off and get pregnant or get someone else pregnant that, specifically Nolan would adore his new grand baby and would do anything for this chubby cutie 🥺❤️ also imagine the horror if he's not even your blood dad, just obsessive self proclaimed stalker yandere shit, but you can't run away from him and he's finds you and your baby and instantly declares himself grandpa, like. Now you have to worry about protecting yourself and your baby from "PawPaw"

So like. Future spoilers I guess? Not super significant in my opinion, but, there's a period of time where there's like a truce of sorts between Earth and Viltrum, right, to keep it vague and less spoiler heavy. Imagine being like, Nolan's kid, or adopted kid, or like, neighbor who turned out to be a hybrid that he yoinked into his house or whatever, and like, after there's been some fighting, Thragg is impressed with your strength and potential and seems to be scouting you out a little. Now you've got TWO older Viltrumite males trying to father you, "my apologies Grand Regent but I was just about to take this one out to teach them how to fly better" "that is unnecessary; i shall be the one to tutor the youngling" meanwhile you're just like uhhhhh I'm not actually a big fan of how EITHER of you treat me-"

bruhhhh all hell breaks loose when you finally lose it and fly straight off the planet to try and start a new life elsewhere without them cuz then these two are TEAMING UP and they're feeding into each other, "I bet they were convinced to leave by that one male, the one who we had to warn before" "and that's why you're weak Nolan. I wanted to kill him but you didn't want to hurt the youth's feelings, and now what's happened? They're probably eloping as we speak" "no, I won't make the same mistake twice. He'll die a slow death"

You're on like some alien planet surrounded by like simple little ewoks or some shit who treat you like a water god because you dug a well for them or something and here comes Thragg and Nolan touchdown slamming onto the planet's surface and leaving craters behind, scaring the birds, the animals, your new little cute alien friends huddling behind you for protection, and you're getting SCOLDED SCOLDED. like one minute your new little like moogle friend is teaching you how to bake some kind of bread and the next minute, "AND JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING HERE" and you're jumping to see two pissed pissed PISSED Viltrumites

"O-oh, uh, I thought I made it clear when I left--"

"The only thing that you've made clear is that you're too unpredictable and naive to be left alone"

"What were you THINKING?! You could've gotten lost, hurt, captured, or worse! And leaving Viltrum for, what?! Are these your pets? We can enslave a few and take them with us if you like em so much"

"If you EVER leave without my permission as Grand Regent again I'll reduce whatever backwater rock you stumble off to into nothing more than rubble floating through the stars, is that understood?"

"..."

"Answer him!"

'*sigh* yes, sirs"

"That's FATHER to you"

" - and Dad!"

#yandere invincible #yandere x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff #these two always at each othsrs throats and then one day you just catch them sitting down talking about you #bonding over their. uh. attachment and surveillance of you

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

Lmao I had thoughts after thinking about how modern Vox's voice sounds in Hazbin Hotel and have a hc dump that might be up your alley.

I can't hear any noticeable markers of a 50s accent, as opposed to characters like Alastor or Zestial, who definitely sound like they came from the Era they died in. The idea of Vox changing how he speaks in life based on what's trending in media. Possibly even learning a Transatlantic accent just as it's going out of fashion, then adjusting to the new styles of the 40s and 50s as they rise and fall. In death, it's only natural that he keeps up the habit.

Vox amused the first couple times someone is taken aback at how "modern" he sounds when he's working out deals in the 70s or 80s. A potential business partner / victim mentioning that they expected him to sound more 50s and Vox rolling his eyes because "Obviously you don't understand what we do here, then. The 50s are long gone, motherfucker. Try to keep up." Maybe even pulling out, or making a show of considering pulling out of a deal because Vox doesn't do dated. He didn't get where he is by clinging to old shit.

Sure, he can pull out 'the 50s TV show host' or 'the 50s businessman' for the bit, but he hasn't spoken like that day to day in decades. He's not bent up about it either. He sees it as a strength – adapting with the times. (That's showbusiness, baby.)

And sure, there are things he is nostalgic about from his time on Earth, but he'll fuckin' die again before admitting that. Very occasionally he'll drop some 50s slang while bantering with Velvette or Val, but it's always "ironic" – usually after Vel has called him an old fuck. If there are prints or fashion that he's fond of from Before, he wears their modern "retro" counterparts.

The closest he'll get to admitting nostalgia for "dated shit" is being pleasantly surprised while eating at some place run by sinners who also died in the 50s and making a side comment about how "most of these places doing the 50s diner thing are full of shit but they nailed it."

On VoxVal: The only time any vestiges of his real voice from Before coming out being when he's high or tired out of his mind with Valentino. It's always in private during his most unguarded moments. Vox calling Val dollface or some other 50s ass pet names out of a habit he forgot he had buried deep down somewhere. Val thinks it's funny when it happens, but also kind of digs it. Vox won't specifically request it, but occasionally 50s pin-up is involved when they fuck around. If Vox happens to be real fuckin into it when the pin-up is period accurate, that's his business.

(@tvhostfromhell )

OOOHHHN IT CERTAINLY IS UP MY ALLEY~ MMM FOOD, DELICIOUS 🩵❤️

I'm totally subscribing to the idea that Vox's need for relevance and admiration would push him into actively controlling even something as "automatic" as the way he speaks. Reinventing himself every time to adjust to the situations in a way that is the most profitable for him. No wonder he's so evil; if you put so much effort into shaping yourself to others' liking, you eventually grow to resent the people you perform for. God, he's so repressed. If Val realized that nostalgia is Vox's guilty pleasure, he would go out of his way to indulge it, that's for sure.

I always feel stupid giving such a short answer for long asks but honestly there's nothing I could add? You are brilliant, thanks for sharing this!

#hazbin hotel #vox #voxval #ask #vox hazbin #headcanon

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🔞 Lockdown vids Pt.2 [KINKTOBER] Harry x reader x WillNE x ChrisMD

Part 1

CW's: cyber sex, exhibitionism, masturbation, degrading + praising combo

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"You guys were here the whole fucking time?!" Harry asked incredulously, like me, struggling to believe what was happening. "And you didn't tell either of us we had camera on?!"

"Well, we did tell you..." Chris responded, shifting in his seat. "You were the one that couldn't hear us given your earphones were in..."

"So you just sat and... watched?" The words tumbled from my mouth in confusion, and as much of a shock as it was, the thought of being watched by those two made my head feel fuzzy in a... good way...

"Well, when you're putting on a show like that you can't blame us-" Will smirked as he spoke, knowing his words would annoy Harry, which they of course did.

"Mhm, you don't know just how good you look, Cam..." Chris spoke with Will, though his voices didn't only annoy Harry, they also only added to that hot feeling I was getting and clearly showed on my cheeks, as Chris said "Look at you getting all red at us, d'you like having us watching you, gorgeous?"

A silence fell, Will and Chris watching and waiting for the response whilst I felt Harry shift beneath me, clearly waiting for my answer as well. 

"I- I-" All words left my mouth as I felt their eyes on me, not knowing how to respond. I closed my mouth and simply nodded as I felt my face heat up even more whilst admitting it. 

Harry put his arm around my waist protectively, pulling me further into his lap, only for my eyes to shoot wide and lips to elicit a small gasp as I feel his stiffness beneath me and realise he's still not finished either.

"She's mine either way you pricks," Harry responded, his fingers trailing down my body and back towards my core which had become wet again, the inner exhibitionism reigniting my body. 

"She'd be better with me though." Chris responded cheekily, settling his back into the chair and pushing his shoulders back confidently. "Took your time finishing there, darling, I know you'd just melt if that was me..."

I moved back from Harry's fingers, sick of his teasing (as if the other 2 boys weren't teasing me enough), settling on Harry's length instead and shuffling and grinding back and forth just giving Harry and inch of satisfaction.

"You'd be absolutely brain dead in my arms, pet," Will grinned on the other side of the computer. Harry began gripping my waist tighter, and I had no clue whether it was because of Will's teasing or mine. 

"Or the both of us." Chris threw in the idea with a shrug and cocky grin. Slipping my hand down I found the waist band of Harry's sweatpants, pulling them down slowly and slowly running my hand up and down his length. His hand on my waist got even tighter if even possible, and the pain I knew would eventually bruise didn't even hurt me. It just felt even more pleasurable.  "I wouldn't even mind which side I got-"

"You're fucking delusional, you-." Harry choked on his words as I shuffled backwards, running his tip along my core, teasing him by putting just the tip in.

"He said your fucking delusional, Chris, Will," I spoke at the camera with a grin of my own now, a completely bratty and overconfident grin. "Cuz he's the only one fucking me right now-"

Harry threw his head back, letting out a husky groan as I sank down his length, bottoming out and biting my lip to prevent myself letting out any other noises. 

I let out a groan as I propped myself up, pulling back slightly before slamming back down and feeling his tip kiss my cervix as I did, the feeling causing my body to feel fuzzy and eyes to roll back, a moan slipping from my lips.

"Fuck..." I heard Will whisper in one of the earphones I almost forgot I was wearing, and seemingly Harry had as well, as his hands found refuge on either of my hips, holding me steadily and controlling my movements and pushing me down harder so that I couldn't control the lewd whimpers and moans that came from my mouth as this feeling drove me insane; hearing Chris and Will's heavy breathing and knowing they too were watching and getting off as Harry and I fucked, the pleasure of both making my spine arch and body press into Harry's.

I pulled an earphone from Harry's ear, resting my head against his shoulder and letting me heavy breaths fan his neck, which only seemed to encourage him more, as I felt his hips thrust upwards to match my movements as well. I managed a breathy chuckle between my moans, whispering into Harry's ear: "Maybe we should do this more often..."

"What, you a little exhibitionist? Enjoying putting on a show for them." Harry smirked.

Words failed to describe just how much I was taking pleasure in putting a "show" on for them, so I instead responded with a shaky nod.

"Let's put an even better one on then."

Harry pulled me up with a squeal, my legs feelings too dead to support my weight- but Harry held me up by the waist nonetheless, pushing my back down so that I was bent over the desk, his hands moving down to find the hem of my shirt, pulling that off in one slick movements and throwing it to the side, my tits now visible in the camera.

His hand found purchase in my hair, bringing it back in a bunch and pulling it backwards as he thrusted from the back, causing me to let out an almost pornographic moan as I felt new spots reached from this angle, my tits bouncing with each thrust he continued- taking his earphone out and putting it into my other ear so that it was only Will, Chris and myself able to communicate now. 

I looked to the monitor and found myself impossibly even more aroused at the sight of Harry's webcam- the video reflecting myself- cheeks reddened and expression wasted, with hair salaciously messed, and my whole frame visible for the other two to see as I had whole-body shakes with each of Harry's thrusts. 

And somehow the view of Chris's biceps bulging through his shirt as he rolled his head back in pleasure at the sight, and Will's eyes screwed shut, shoulder jerking up and down as a clear indication of what he was doing, only made my toes curl more, head during fuzzier by the moment.

"How's it feel, Cam?" Chris spotted me looking into the monitor and questioned, never failing to impress me with his brazen nature- smirk even more brash if even possible. "How's it feel to have us here as well..."

"S- So fucking good-" I breathed out, letting out a gasp as I felt Harry's hand against my ass, slapping it before kneading the soft skin before tugging at my hair once more, my back arching at the feelings only Harry could bring to me.

"You look so fucking good, Cam," Will spoke next, through gritted teeth and following his words with a unholy groan. "I wish I was with you- using that pretty little mouth of yours for no good,"

The combination of Harry's calculated thrusts and Will's dirty words with that stupidly sexy voice making me let out one of the loudest moans yet, stomach bunching into a tight little knot.

"Oh yes Cam, and I could take those perfect fucking tits of yours and have you them 'round my cock," Chris breathed unsteadily, chest rising and falling rapidly. "Have your face dripping with my cum once we're done..."

Those words had some effect on me, as I felt my core tightening, barrelling towards my orgasm.

"F-fuck, Harry, I think- I think I'm gonna-"

"Me fucking too, Cam," Chris's voice was strained. 

"Hold it a minute gorgeous, wait for me..." Harry's voice kept me on edge, waiting as I felt his thrusts get more erratic, more desperate, before he said- "Come on, Cam..."

I felt the knot in my stomach unfurl furiously as I let out a obscene moan, feeling Harry's load fill me before he pulled out and sat back down- myself collapsing against him and onto his lap just a moment later.

I heard Chris's and Will's groans peak and watched as they climaxed, before leaning back with heavy breaths and heaving chests- just as Harry picked one of the earphones from my ear and slotted it into his own. 

"That was..." He began. "Something."

I felt myself let out a chuckle. A short, ironic chuckle. Followed by Chris letting out a breathy laugh. And Will giving a short giggle, which started me up laughing again- and suddenly everyone was just laughing in the call, laughing at whatever the hell just happened and laughing at the fact we were just laughing at it all. 

"Just so you guys know," I heard Harry begin a few minutes later, "That is NEVER happening again."

BONUS SCENE!!

A few minutes later, I began pulling my clothes back on and reshuffling bits and bobs on Harry's desk whilst the boys made small talk in the background, moving on from the moment and starting to remember that they originally came here to film the online mukbang.

Speaking of that mukbang, they were missing one-

BANG!

The door of the other, ignored webcam sprung open and Stephen, dressed in a fitted tuxedo, staggered into the room,  hair ruffled and eyes bloodshot. 

"Sorry I'm a bit late guys turns out that strawberry gin didn't sit too right with me and I had to go throw all my organs up into the toilet..." Stephen rambled before sitting down in his chair with a sigh and plugging his earphones back in. "Did I miss anything whilst I was gone?"

I looked at Harry.

Harry looked at me with a bursting smile. 

We looked at the monitor.

Chriss pressed a hand to his mouth as he tried not to laugh.

Will let out a giggle.

Oh poor Stephen...

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[yangjeonginniepics]

Hyunjin x sub!fem!reader

Rated: explicit 18+. MDFI

CW: Dom/sub dinamics, Gagging, cum eating, cumming inside. fingering, rimming (f receiving), slight voyeurism, squirting, anal, overstim, dacryphilia, rough sex, somnophilia,free use

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word count: 1.8k

Part 2 /continuation of the minho x reader

Dumpster series

Hyunjin eyes were poking out from the edge of the kitchen entrance door, his eyes shone bright while watching you eat your breakfast on the floor.

"Hey" he drew your attention softly "Don't mind me, keep doing what you're doing" he told you after you had turned your head to look at him. He kept walking towards you as you turned back to eat your scrambled eggs. Kneeling right behind you, you felt his fingers brushing against your lower hips and slid them down the side of your ass.

"You look so delicious like this" He bit his lips and have your butt a harsh slap. "So inviting, just begging to be taken." He hooked one of his fingers under the thin line of the tong you were wearing. "This excuse for underwear doing nothing to hide how eager your asshole is to just have a cock shoved right in '' he tore the small string leaving your genitals completely uncovered.

He rubbed around your private areas avoiding touching it directly which caused you to shiver in anticipation.

"Am I making your breath this shaky baby? Are you such a whore for my touch?" He ceased his movement.

"Please" you squirmed and groaned eager for him. Your behavior was compensated with a hard slap to your ass once again causing you to moan super loud.

"Keep it quiet over there I am trying to focus" you heard seungmin shout from another room.

"You heard him baby, gotta keep down. Or should I just gag you because I know what a cockslut you are and you'd never be able to control yourself when I am with you?" He whispered in your ear while leaning over you keeping your body caged against the tiled floor. You could only respond by giving him low wordless whines, almost as you were about to cry.

He nibbled your ears for a few seconds as he slowly brought his hands to your ass cheeks and spread them open, camly leading his now lube coated finger to your entrance in order to stretch you open for him.

"Ho-" you tried asking him but got cut off by how good the feeling of him stretching you was. The way his finger dragged into your hole sent shivers down your spine, your cunt was leaking so much it dripped down the tiles. You could feel a fire building in your abdomen along with the anxiety and eagerness to be filled.

He let out a chuckle at your action. "Such a dumb whore that you can't even pay attention to your surroundings when there is a possibility of getting your holes filled. You look so cute being so stupid I want to keep you alienated from everything. All you deserve and need to know is how to suck and take cock. The rest of us can handle it."

He inserted a second finger as he finished his sentence. You had given up keeping your head up and now your forehead was inside the pet bowl as the front part of your body was sprawled on the floor and you kept your butt up.

"Maybe we should add another rule, keep you plugged up at all times. You are so unbelievably tight, I didn't think it was possible for you to be so soon after last night." He said as he scissored your butthole and added the third finger. You were already lost in the feeling, unable to control yourself any longer, your eyes rolled back and your mouth gung open, drool pooling at the floor beneath you.

"Geez, you're such a dirty whore, truly born to be cumdump huh? Do you know how much is left inside this asshole? I can literally scoop it." You whined when he pulled his fingers out and left you empty. "You know, I cant let my hyungs and dongsaengs efforts go to waste like this." He brought his hand to your mouth. "Eat it, make their work worth it." You used all the strength in your body to hold your head up and took his fingers inside your mouth and licked them clean, the smell of the cum mix of different that had been left fermenting in your asshole for a few hours was intoxicating. You felt like you were about to cum untouched. "Wow, such a messy baby, can't even eat properly by herself huh?" Hyunjin was looking at your forehead and laughing as he picked pieces of egg stuck to your skin and fed them to you. "You're so lucky you have us to take care of you."

He then turned back and shoved four fingers into you without holding back. You shouted really loud at the rough intrusion and kept yelping as the pleasure mixed pain was too much for your small brain to handle.

Suddenly Hyunjin's movements halted causing you to whine so he would keep going. A few steps could be heard but you were too far out to care. When the steps ceased at your side, a hand grabbed your hair and yanked your head up without a single care if it hurt or not. "Didn't I say I was trying to focus? Have you lost all capacity to think and control your movements? Are we going to have to use tools to help you meet your basic needs now? Maybe we should train to be a decent pet better. But that is a task for another time. This will do for now" Seungmin shoved a cloth you were unable to recognise where it was from deep inside your mouth. You could smell Han's scent in it. "Don't you dare take it out." He directed at both you and Hyun.

"What did you put in her mouth?" Jinnie's curiosity spiked up but regardless restarted his movements.

"Just someone's underwear from the laundry bin. Judging by the precum stains, probably han's. She's lucky he's clean enough and doesn't have any skid marks" Seungmin joked and left the kitchen.

Hyunjin let out a grossed sound but quickly shrugged it off turning all his attention back to you. Feeling you were stretched enough he placed his other hand on the middle of you back indicating for you to arch yourself further to grant him better acess to your entrance. After you complied he used two finger from each hand to hold your asshole gaping and just let out a huge amount of spit he accumulated in his mouth just for this moment. Your position allowed his spit to travel down your insides and you could feel his saliva going further and further into you. Luckily Han's underwear muffled the loud moans you were making.

"Finally we've got to the good part." Hyunjin said as position himself behind you, aligning his cock with your hole and began to slowly push in. "Fuck it" was all you heard as he shoved himself in one go and started to piston in and out on you. Your scream was toned down by the improvised gag seungmin made for you, or else the police would've been contacted with how loud it would be.

The drag of each thrust hyunjin did sent sparks all over your body, the one who was barely holding itself up, was now shaking and about to fully give up and was only kept in place by hyunjin's grip on your hip.

You suddenly felt an incredible wave of pleasure like never before and sensed a weird liquid touching your knees and feet.

"Holy fuck baby, I didn't even know you could do that. I am so gonna show off to everyone I was the first one that made you squirt." Hyunjin said, making you realize what happened.

He kept fucking at an super fast pace. Your face was swollen and red as you cried from the overstimulation caused by hyunjin who was too involved with his own pleasure to even notice the state you were in. When his movements started to slow down as he was about to cum, he finally looked at you and noticed the state you were in.

"Awn is my baby crying from how good she feels? No? Are you feeling overestimated? Do you want me to stop? No? Well then I can't disappoint my baby now, can I?" He quit all movements, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"Well now I can go at it full speed again" He resumed his rough thrust even faster then before and brought one of his hand to your sopping wet pussy and the other one to draw circles at your clit. You were crying and thrashing your body around as the pleasure was overtaking every part of your brain. You shaked as you were convulsing and squirting again. Hyunjin gave a few last thrusts and came inside you.

"Uhmm, this looks amazing, but since we don't have a plug to keep inside I should probably make you eat it so it doesn't go to waste." He lowered his head and kissed your rim delicately, he pushed his tongue inside and sucked his own release into his mouth. He turned your head to him, removed the cloth and kissed you, pushing his cum back to your mouth.

"Now be a good toy and swallow." He smirked watching you gulp down. He released your head carefully and placed the underwear gag in your mouth. You slowly felt like you were about to lose consciousness.

You woke up about an hour later. You still were in the middle of the kitchen, laying in your discharge and drool, your ass burning from hyunjins rough treatment, your jaw aching from having han's underwear in your mouth for too long and cum now dripping from your pussy, indicating someone used you while you were knocked out.

You rolled to your back and spread yourself like a starfish to stretch yourself, getting your hair drenched in your fluids.

You heard a knock on the table next to you.

"Hey darling, how are you feeling?" Chan was looking at you with a kind, soft smile. You smiled back in the most relaxed joyfull way possible. "I can see how good you've felt. But what happened today, can't happen again" when he said those words your mind filled with worries, where you not good enough?? "Don't overthink it darling. It's not that bad. However we will go under some change of rules. Meet us in the living room in about an hour, just clean up the mess you made and wash yourself... at least your hair." He stood in front of you and waited until you got up in front of him. "We still love you, don't worry" he gave you a kiss in the forehead and left you to tend the mess.

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[theriverbeyond]

I would love to hear about your theory that John moved the solar system!? I’m so curious about the potential evidence!

THANK YOU FOR ASKING this is my pet theory. my baby. my lovingly crafted tinfoil hat. also pinging in @liesmyth for insight/if i forgot anything

the theory is, John moved the solar system to Elsehwere, and the Mithraeum sits in the Milky Way galaxy, where our solar system used to be.

BoE was searching for the Nine Houses for thousands of years. until proven otherwise, they are canonically the descendants of the FTL ships John let escape. so: they know where Earth is! they know where the solar system is! they had 5,000 or more years to look, AND they had spacefaring tech! why couldnt they find it?

The Mithraeum is described so lovingly it makes my brain itch. the way John calls it "home"? listen. idk it is vibes

it is "set in the midst of a circumstellar disc", "an ancient jewel within so much dead gravel". what else is a "circumstellar disc"? the Milky Way galaxy. vibes

as we learn in HtN chapter 14, the Mithraeum is "lit by thanergetic starlight". not thanergy starlight. thanergETIC. the only other thanergetic star system we know of is..... Dominicus. our sun, killed and reborn. when the cohort/lyctors flip planets, they aren't capable of turning them thanergetic. and yet!!!! the Mithraeum is surrounded by thanergetic starlight. (like yes John said that they "nuked the stars with thanergy and now they'll shine forever" but he's a lying liar who lies, and we KNOW that killing a planet with thanergy doesn't turn it thanergetic. so like..... what is up with that)

John CAN TERAFORM. in NtN, John 19:18, he is described as "rais[ing] up parts of the earth that had been covered by sea". we know he can control the human body but this is a WHOLE new dimension and level to his powers and its implications are wholly unexplored. i can believe that he has (or had, at the time) the power to move a solar system.

The Mistborn Connection. John & Rashek parallels are just really strong and i can't ignore that. Rashek moved the planets around and therefore I think it is not impossible that John might have as well

so the question next is: why? why would john do this? and i think there are 2, potentially overlapping options:

fear and guilt, like a child hiding the cup they broke. John did not do this out of malice. he was scared and overwhelmed and fucked things up because of it, and maybe he hid our solar system because he couldn't bear to face the consequences or awknowledge the true extent of what he had done

it was an accident. John ate everything, killed everything, and he was absolutely not in his right mind when trying to put everything back. and not only that, he went to medical school, which as i (someone going to clinical science school) can tell you, means you know jack fucking shit about astrophysics and planetary science. he's only human, even if he became a god. he was unqualified and very stressed.... anyway let me tell you. if that was me we would all be soup

like i KNOW this is kind of ridiculous and weird. and it is tinfoil hat enough that i wouldn't be pressed at all if it turns out to be totally nothing. but like. it COULD be something, ya know?

#tlt meta #anyway i had to wade through 4 entire months of tumblr DM to find the messages i wrote about this.... #tumblr why are your DMs The Worst #john gaius #anon #ask #tlt thoughts #i THINK i got the main points... #mistborn #maybe i should wait to post this tomorrow but i am inpatient.... maybe the across the pond people will see it #impatient* #anyway this was fun. does anyone want to ask me about my tinfoil hat gideon eyes theory #spitballing tag

[hogtiedwhore2]

"We Have A Special Guest Tonight"

(Part 2 or 2)

(Credit to @lockemeup for part of this story!)

Laying there in a tight frogtie on the table, my boyfriend sitting down enjoying a drink, there is a knock at the door. He sets his drink down and walks to the door. He opens it up, and there is a man I have never seen before. The man is a well dressed, beard man, and has a large bag in his hand. "Hey there, good to see you again. Come on in." My boyfriend says to him, and he lets him inside. Both of them begin to circle around the table, the man examining me with his eyes. I can only look straight ahead, I try to look off to the side, but find myself struggling to do so. The two men come together in front of me, so I can look at them both. "Slut, I'd like you to meet Dr. Reynolds. He was referred to me from another owner I've been chatting with. He has some experimental drugs and procedures that he's been developing to train horny sluts like you into obedient slaves."

I am utterly confused by what he is talking about. My mind is racing, trying to comprehend what he just told me. I'm looking straight ahead at them, an obvious look of confusion on my face. "Uhh...what do you mean?" I didn't know what else to say, but I needed that to be expanded on. I see the doctor clearing his though before speaking up to explain, "Well, like this drug that puts your hormones into overdrive, but also blocks the part of your brain that triggers orgasms, so you are constantly horny, but no matter how hard you're fucked or played with, you won't be able to cum." My jaw drops to the table. How do I even respond to that?! My eyes shifting between the two, "Wait...I'm never going to cum again!?" I say in a panic.

"Well, so far, the effects only last for a week, so you'll have to be kept on the medication. Though I am working on a permanent solution...I've also got another one that makes it difficult to think about or focus on anything outside of your current predicament. It essentially clears your mind to be molded however your owner sees fit."

In my panic I began to attempt to squirm, but the ropes are limiting me in how much I can. The ropes and cuffs digging into my skin, my collar doing a good job holding me in place. I glance at my boyfriend "but...but...did I do something wrong? If I did, I'm sorry!" He squats down to my eye level, "No, you've been incredible, my pet. That's why I'm doing this. You are an ideal candidate to be trained into a permanent denial slave. These drugs work best on someone who's already inclined towards subservience. Don't you want to be the best slave you can possibly be?" I'm silent as I think it over. How can I possibly question him? He knows what is best for me. A wave of reluctant acceptance comes over me. "Yes sir." He smiles and pats me on the cheek, "Good girl."

"Now, this one is a particular favorite of mine," Dr. Reynolds says, pulling out a small white pill. "It totally paralyzes you so you can't move a muscle. Don't worry, it doesn't affect your autonomous functions, so you still breathe, and feel, and you'll even be aware of everything that's going on. We're going to start with this one so that we can get you ready with minimal fuss. Open wide, slut." My boyfriend pulls back on my ponytail without waiting, and Dr. Reynolds shoves the pill into my mouth. My boyfriend pulls a ballgag into my mouth, buckling it tight, forcing me to swallow the pill.

After a few minutes I begin to feel the pill kicking in. I start to squirm around feeling myself losing control of my muscles. Like I am desperately trying to prevent it from happening. Then, starting with my legs and moving up my body, it begins to go limp. My struggles dying off, and then my head slowly falls to the table limp. My head resting on its side. All I can do is move my eyes. The rest of my body I've lost control of. My boyfriend looks me in the eyes, watching as they shift around in a panic. "Oh, one thing I forgot to tell you, slut. I've paid Dr. Reynolds to take you to his facilities for further experimentation for the next month!" A whole month!? I think to myself. I can't be like this for the next month! This can't be happening! "Don't worry, that drug will wear off in a couple of hours. Just enough time to get you packed for transport." The doctor assures me.

They proceed to untie me and strip my body of my clothes. The crotch rope is replaced with a pair of tight lycra panties that do the job of holding the plugs in place just as efficiently. He takes the ballgag out and Dr. Reynolds slips another pill in my mouth, shoving it down my throat with two fingers to make sure it goes down my throat. "This is the orgasm denial and arousal pill, whore. It'll fully kick in about 15 minutes from now. After that, we'll flip the vibrators on so that you can get properly warmed up for your stay at Dr. Reynolds' facility." The only difference in my body is the pace that I am breathing. The breathing becoming heavy, as inside, I am panicking and freaking out. Everything outside of my body felt nothing, but inside I was being driven crazy by the plugs in my cunt and ass. Every time they moved me, I felt them pressing into me. It was a sensation that was driving me crazy, I couldn't take it anymore. With my body unable to do anything else, it was like the sensation was even more then normal. It was beginning to take over even my thoughts, all that I could think about it. I tried fighting it, and keeping my mind on the situation, but I was losing the fight.

"I know you probably want to thank me right now, slave. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of opportunities when I come visit you. That's an important part of the process, so that you don't forget who I am as we wipe your mind. I have to stay imprinted on you as your owner." Next, Dr. Reynolds pulls out a big leather sack. Starting at my feet, they slide it up the length of your body. It feels so tight - almost as if it were custom made for me. My arms go into sleeves, and there's even room for my tits. A hood is attached to the sack as well, and there are several holes strategically placed in it - one for my mouth, two for my eyes, and one at the back to pull my hair through. Once it's on, they zip it up and I feel the whole thing tighten around you, hugging me like a warm embrace.

By now, the arousal/denial drug is kicking in, making my skin tingle, every movement and sensation like a jolt to my crotch. My boyfriend slips a padded rubber and leather gag into my mouth and buckles it on. There's a breather tube, but he attaches a bulb to the front and gives it a few pumps, making the rubber plug fill my mouth. While that happens, I also begin to feel the vibrations starting from the plugs. The plug filling mouth, not enough to cut my breathing, but enough to fill my mouth hole. My mind is being distracted by my cunt which feels explosive. I want to cum so badly but I cant. I've edged before but this was like nothing I've ever felt. Being at that peak sensation for so long but not being able to cum. I'm losing control of my mind, all I can think about is my desperate, pathetic cunt that wants so badly to release. It never comes though, I'm kept at that peak. This is beyond torture. The men just look at me with smiles, no idea what is happening inside of me.

My boyfriend looks into my eyes one last time. "Have fun, slut. I'll come by in a few days - I'm very busy with work the rest of the week, and I've got some girls coming over the next few nights that I've been wanting to fuck. But the next time you see me, Dr. Reynolds tells me you'll be a mindless fuck toy."

I hear Dr. Reynolds nearby "That's right. For the next month, you will be kept in a constant state of heightened arousal, unable to think about anything but your burning desire to cum. I've been working on some drugs that will let your body rest and get what can technically be called sleep, but it will be more like a dream state, still vaguely aware of the never-ending ache in your cunt."

My boyfriend puts a blindfold over my eyes, encasing me in darkness. I feel them picking me up and carrying me outside. I'm loaded into the back of a truck, and then numerous straps are pulled and buckled over me, holding me securely in place. The next time I come back home, I will be just a shell of my former self. A mindless, sex doll.

#We Have A Special Guest Tonight #short story

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Hi there I have a steve harrington x fem reader idea maybe you wear something sexy for steve and tease him till the point where he fucks your brains out.

Oh. My. God. I hadn't written dom!steve in a while and uhhhh let's just say I had a lot of thoughts built up and this got away from me a little, so thank you for this!

2415 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (reader has vagina)

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; mean!steve; sub!reader; teasing; vibrating underwear; upskirt; cock tease; offensive language; rough sex; penetrative sex; overstimulation; degredation; pussy spanking; name calling; slut shaming (consensual); fingering; finger sucking; mild size kink; cumshot; pet names; whore (reader), baby (reader); sweet thing (reader); very minimal aftercare

Let me know if i forgot anything :)

Robin is halfway out the door, still babbling apologies and thank yous as she struggles to pull her jacket on. Covering her shift was no problem for you, you'd told her that, but she still needs you to understand how grateful she is.

"Robin." You cut her off in the midst of an incoherent rant about how guilty she feels. "Just have fun, okay?"

"And tell me if you get to see her boobies!" Steve chimes in.

Robins face burns a bright crimson colour, a rare silence gripping her for a second before she exclaims,

"Steve! I told you -"

"I know, I know. Don't say boobies." He says laughing and shaking his head. "Just go would you? You're gonna be late."

After a few more hurried thanks she finally bustles out of the door and disappears down the street.

You love Robin, and you'd have taken her shift regardless to give her the chance to go on this date, but you have to admit your plans for this time alone with Steve had made you somewhat biased in your decision. The store falls silent once she leaves. It's a Monday night and, although Family Video doesn't shut for another two hours, you both know it won't be terribly busy. Steve appears next to you as you lift a box of promotional tapes from under the counter to start pricing.

"So uh... any particular reason you wanted to take Robin's shift?"

"Not that I can think of." You say, smiling playfully.

"No?" He says, moving closer and cupping your face with his hand. "Because I'm pretty sure that company policy dictates long pants, and uhh...."

Steve's eyes drop to the hemline of your skirt, which sits neatly about a third of the way down your thighs. You feel his other hand move up and rest on your hip, slight pressure pulling you towards him.

"Just the two of us here all alone, it's a shame we can't do anything."

You can see the intention in his eyes as he speaks, and you take your chance at reveling your ulterior motive.

"Speak for yourself." You announce.

Steve raises an eyebrow at you and you take a step away from him. Reaching into the pocket of the waistcoat he had leant you, you pull out a small, black remote control and hold it up so he can see. You push the little button and groan dramatically as the vibrator, which is concealed in the secret pocket of your underwear, whirs to life beneath you. With another quick press you stop the vibration and slide the remote back into your pocket, flashing a smile at Steve as you do. He stands in front of you in stunned silence.

"That's not fair." He says, a smirk appearing on his lips.

You check your surroundings to ensure there's no one on the street outside, then lean in and give him a short, unsatisfying peck on the lips.

"I know."

Over the next hour you tease Steve relentlessly, taking every opportunity when the store was empty to howl performatively at the sensation of the vibrations between your legs. Each time the little bell above the door rings Steve hurries himself behind the counter, standing awkwardly close to it and leaning over to speak to customers to hide the conspicuous bulge in his tight jeans. In the first little while Steve had followed you about the store, trying to get some fleeting touch between customers, but you quickly made it clear you weren't giving him anything. His attempts to ignore you only spur you on. As he stacks videos on a shelf you walk around to the shelving unit in front of him and bend down to organise the tapes on the bottom shelf, letting the back of your skirt lift up and show the outline of the bullet tucked into the pocket of your underwear, the light pink fabric stained dark by your soaked cunt.

You both have your eyes on the clock intermittently through the shift, Steve much more than you. With only 10 minutes left Steve begins to count the float. You approach the counter, bullet already buzzing. Leaning your forward and putting your weight on the counter, your thighs start to tense as your perfectly calculated plan comes together. Steve's hands shake a little as he tries desperately to keep his attention on the bills in his hands. You push yourself up on your tip toes, mouth falling open letting tight, choked groans burst out as your body tightens. Steve bites his lip, hips shifting uncomfortably in a vain attempt to get some relief from the friction of his jeans. Clicking the vibrator off you let yourself droop forward into the counter as your orgasm subsides. Steve narrows his eyes at you. You'll pay for this.

The second the clock ticks over to 10pm Steve has the door slammed shut and locked.

"Anything else that we need t-"

You're cut off as Steve storms past you, catching your wrist and pulling you with him. He drags you roughly to the store cupboard with out a word and pushes you up against a set of shelves. Before you can make another smug comment Steve's lips are pressed hard against yours, kissing you with enough force to knock the wind out of you. Lifting the front of your skirt Steve's hand pushes down into your underwear, two fingers gliding back and forth between your lips to feel how slick you are, then sliding into you and making you gasp.

"What? Two fingers too much for you now? I'd have thought a little whore like you could have taken a lot more than that."

His fingers pump back and forth inside you.

"Fuck you're wet, I'd be surprised if this little thing even still worked the amount you're gushing."

His other hand slides up your torso and grips your breast firmly, rolling it in his hand and making you moan softly before he reaches his fingers into his top pocket and pulls out the little remote. His fingers slip out of you and you whine as he tugs your underwear back up sharply and switches the vibrator back on. A loud groan is cut short as Steve's fingers push into your mouth, his fingers still dripping with the taste of you. You suck on them desperalty, squeezing your thighs together as the vibrator buzzes against your swollen clit. You hadn't expected him to have this much self restraint, in your head he had you bent over screaming his name by this point, but it was becoming clear he's planning to make you work for it. Every sensation feels heightened at the thought of having to beg him for what you so desperately need.

"Think it's cute to act like a little cock tease?" Steve asks, pulling his fingers from your mouth and clicking the vibrator off for a second.

"I don't know, Steve, you seemed to like it a- mmmmfuck!"

Steve's thumb pushes down on the button again, his hand coming up and grabbing your chin to drag your eyes to meet his.

"Don't make me ask you again." He says, voice so hard and cold it makes your thighs tremble.

You shake your head and Steve smiles.

"Didn't think so. What did you think would happen, then? Thought it'd make me fuck you."

You nod weakly earning a cruel laugh.

"You thought you were worthy of riding my cock?"

"No... no I didn't I just..." You stammer.

"Speak up."

"I just needed to feel you fuck me Steve, I'm sorry, I don't deserve your cock." You whine, body starting to tense again as the tone of Steve's voice starts to push you towards a second high.

"That's right, you don't, but it seems like you still need it."

"I do Steve, I do." You shriek, legs trembling as you try to hold yourself up against the shelves.

"Well if that's what you want." He says, smirking as he watches you cum, slipping his hand back into your underwear and rubbing your clit as the vibrator rumbles relentlessly, making you cum again just as the first orgasm starts to ease off. "I'm going to make you work for it."

Your knuckles are white, fingers curled tightly around the shelves to hold yourself up. Steve has barely even touched you and you're fucked out already, but that just makes you want him even more. Steve roughly tugs at your underwear, pulling them down between your knees. With a kick at your ankle he shifts your legs apart. Bracing himself by lifting one arm up beside your head and gripping the shelves, his bicep tensing beside you, he moves his other arm in a swift underhanded arc and lands a stinging smack directly between your legs, making you howl.

"You like that, baby?" He asks, landing another. "Like it when I punish your cunt?"

You nod weakly, lurching forward as he spanks you again. You can feel your vulva, swollen and still smeared with slick, pulsing between blows. Steve would stop in an instant if you asked him to, hold you in his arms and kiss you better, but you don't want that. The pain feels too good. You're desperate for him to make you cum again, and to keep making you cum until you can't even stand up. You want him to make you cry.

A few more harsh smacks have your head spinning. Steve grabs your hips and flips you around. Pulling your underwear halfway back up your thighs you hear him undoing his belt behind you. Even with your skin stinging you can feel yourself tightening at the thought of him fucking you. Shoving his jeans down around his knees he lines himself up with you, the tip of his cock pushing up into your sensitive folds and teasing the outside of your hole. You can't stand another second without feeling him inside you.

"I need you, Steve." You mumble. "I need you to fuck me now. Please."

"Oh don't worry about that, baby." Steve pushes half way into you, leaning forward and bunching the front of your underwear in his fist so that he can pull it up against you. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even say my name."

The vibrator is placed tightly between the two of you, the length of it pressed against the underside of Steve's cock and the tip pushing up into your clit. Steve bucks his hips into you and switches it on, groaning in your ear as you shriek at the sensation.

"Fuck that little thing feels good. I can see why you like it so much."

"It hurts, Steve." You whine.

You feel his hand slide over yours, the pace of his hips slowing a little in case you signal to him to stop.

"You like it?" He whispers.

"I love it, Steve!" You scream, body tensing as his hips kick up again, pounding into you.

"Thought you would." He sneers. "Surprised how tight you feel considering how much you liked to get fucked like this. You know why that is, don't you?"

You groan and nod, burning pain and pleasure blending into each other and producing and overwhelming sensation that makes your whole body weak. Steve grips at your hair and tugs your head back, still jackhammering into you relentlessly,

"I didn't hear you."

"You-you're so big, Steve." You manage to choke out between rough groans.

Steve's hand tightens in your hair.

"What was that?"

"You're huge, Steve!" Tears prick at your eyes as Steve's hips hammer into yours. "You're so big, I can barely take it."

"That's right, baby, and you love it anyway."

"Fuck me harder please, Steve. I want you to ruin me!" Tears spill over onto your cheeks as an orgasm rips your body.

Steve's hands on your hips are all that's keeping you upright anymore. Your brain starts to cloud, euphoria burning through your body and making you squeal. The only thing keeping your pleasure addled brain from fogging over entirely is the still tantalising though of Steve's cum filling you up and spilling out of you. As if on cue Steve's body starts to tense against you, cock swelling and hot cum sprays into you. Your body collapses against his and you feel two large arms wrap around your ribcage and lower your to the ground.

Steve switches the vibrator off and carefully pulls your underwear off, slipping them into his pocket. Scrabbling through a shelf of cleaning products Steve finds some clean clothes and helps shift you to sit on them, moving your skirt so you don't get it stained.

"Don't worry, sweet thing." He whispers, stroking your face. "We'll get you all cleaned up, just catch your breath first, alright."

You look up at him with a weak smile, head still spinning. He moves beside you and sits down, pulling you in close to him and stroking your hair. You melt into his arms, lying limply against him as they tighten around you.

"I hope that was alright." He says, stammering a little. "I mean... I just hope it wasn't too much."

There was something so endearing about how bashful Steve always got after being dominant. The way his cheeks always flushed pink, and his words got tangled as he tried to make sure you had everything you needed. How quickly his harsh demeanor vanishes that soft, sweet boy reappears just in time to gd you tight, makes you feel so incredibly safe.

"It was perfect, Steve." You murmer breathlessly, before looking down and letting out a weak laugh, "I've got no underwear."

Steve laughs too, before lifting you carefully to your feet and leading you to the employee bathroom. He cleans you up, each movement so careful as to not overstimulate you any further. When he's done he steps out of his jeans and pulls his boxers off, letting you lean on his shoulder so that you can step into them, then pulling them up for you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Won't you be uncomfortable?" You ask as he slips back into his jeans.

Steve smiles and cups your face in his hands.

"After everything you did in there I think it's the least I can do."

You smile, blushing a little as you stare into those deep brown eyes.

"Besides," he says playfully, "I'm sure I'll get them off you again when we get home."

#went wild for this one lads soz #answered #writing requests #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dom!steve #steve harrington smut #stranger things fan ficton #jerryhorneskink

[finniestoncrane]

Hiii!! In your ‘riddler as subs’ you mention that some riddlers need aftercare when they sub. What kind of aftercare do they like? Words, touch, snuggles?

Receiving Aftercare

Riddler Headcanons anon i am so sorry i forgot to specify the boys' preferred aftercare but i am here now do not worry my subby little butt has lots of ideas 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff but like... suggestive fluff

zero year

can't go wrong with a whole heaping mound of praise

anything that'll stroke his ego and heal the little bruises

something that makes him feel like a very good boy

who did a very good job indeed

so compliments on his looks, on his techniques

on how nice his body is, how good he is at using it

how wonderful he smells

and how delicious he tastes

and, most importantly, maybe make sure to uh...

big up certain aspects of him

gotham

his form of aftercare is mostly doing acts of service for you

anything that lets him feel useful and needed

that he's an important part of your life and that without him

maybe you wouldn't have a nice cup of tea

or a freshly made bed

or someone to pass you the soap in the shower

that's enough to make him feel in control again

and maybe listening to him tell you some riddles

maybe letting him give you a little lecture too

just until he feels soothed

arkham

laying still in complete silence

but obviously with your hand on him, just one hand though

no need to overdo it

anything more than that might be overwhelming

just a simple touch on his head or his chest

maybe holding his hand or stroking his arm

even just your hand curled round one of his fingers

no words, soft breathing

this is the only time he ever stops thinking about work or plans

it's nice to be able to decompress from everything

telltale

stoically against aftercare of any kind

either giving or receiving

because he doesn't need to be mollycoddled

and neither do you

that's what's wrong with every other generation

the constant need for reassurance and comfort

he never got any kind of comfort

no one ever told him he was the greatest

no one ever stopped to ask if he was ok

although, that might be nice... you should do it anyway, risk it!

unburied

aftercare is for pathetic, mewling little babies

so GOOD NEWS

because he is the most pathetic, mewling little baby!

and you better start cherishing him

praise, pets, pandering

everything good better be coming to him in spades

he deserves it after all, he did everything you asked

he did everything for you, look at his little pout

ideally though, his favourite form of aftercare is a promise

that you owe him one, and he can redeem it at any time

twojar

ok so he's not actually sure he needs aftercare

fuck, suck, gluck and then... duck?

not necessarily leave you all alone, or have you leave him

but a quick shower

something protein based to fuel him up

and he's good to go, either for the day or for another round

but uh, you can't go wrong with some ego boosting

it might be nice to lay together in the bed

pose for a few photos together

a memento of the time spent together that he can brag about

dano

you know when you get a puppy to do what you want it to do

that but instead of a proper puppy

it's a human puppy with big sad wet eyes looking up at you

so you break out the classics

a head ruffle, a stroke on the cheek

maybe a little pat on his soft tummy

and of course, a chorus of the following

"such a good boy" and "you are everything to me"

"thank you so much" and "that was perfect, you're perfect"

you'll know when to stop when he's silent and drooling

btaa

PRAISE but we need it big and loud and in copious amounts

whatever he's done for you, or whatever you've done for him

you better be parading around with a little horn

*toot toot* eddie is the greatest in bed *toot toot*

but i mean, if you're not willing to go all out like that

maybe just a simple hug would suffice

something that is gentle and understated

it's a bit of a contrast, but that's him all over

a riddle, an enigma, a conundrum

and having someone to help solve that would be lovely

young justice

another one in need of praise, but only a little bit

too much might overwhelm him

you'll have him all flustered and stressed

which is the exact opposite of the vibe we're going for

just enough that he believes you

but not so much that he thinks you're exaggerating

"you're a complete cutie" or "that was great" or "you were good"

that'll do, because his self-confidence levels...

well they won't really let him believe anything more than that

and the last thing he wants is to feel shitty after sex

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler #riddler #the riddler #btaa riddler

[iloveyanderes]

New year's gift to you and me:

Overanalyzed yandere Columbina and arlecchino.

There is no doubt in my mind that these two bishes would work together. If there's anything hoyoverse is good at it is confirming characters are gay without actually confirming it.

From watching hundreds of videos of people talking about the harbingers, It seems like arlecchino is a mother type figure to many people. Childe's voice line says that she's someone who does not seem trustworthy or loyal, scaramouches says that we should definitely be cautious of her and the she puts on a facade meaning she'll probably act nice to us at first. As much as I love the thought of her being in Fontaine it's way more likely she'll be in natlan with her soldier theme. More time to save for her c6 I guess. The leaks from twitter says that she's a control freak and demands perfection. Taking all of this together I think she would be a controlling yandere, someone that puts you beneath her, while slowly training you to act the way she wants. My personal headcanon is that she's really into corporal punishments, often bending you over her knees and swapping your bottom until your crying for her to stop. Another thing is she would keep you close at all times, your not allowed to look at anyone but her and doing so would make her very angry, let's say you'd probably get out with a broken bone. I personally don't like writing nswf but I occasionally add little bits but I totally think she'd use edging as a punishment if you liked sex.

Columbina is a bit harder to work with I know there's some leaks from twitter but I forgot them so if someone could tell me it be very appreciated. In the fatui video she's litterly just singing which makes me think she has some sort of power with her voice, she also appears to be a little sassy because of what she said to dottore at the end of the video. Both childe's and scaramouches voice lines state that she is very dangerous with scaramouche hinting that she looks very weak at first sight but is really really strong. Like arlecchino taking this together I imagine her to be the type of yandere to lure you in, making you think that she is innocent and the moment you realize she's not it'll be far too late. Totally the type to kidnap you and force you to fatui harbinger meetings, goes out of her way to scare you and even trick you into doing things so she can punish you. In a way her punishments are way worse then arlecchino's. No you don't get hurt physically she messes with your mind, forcing you to watch your worst nightmares while your screams haunt everyone while she's gleefully singing a terrifying song. Demanding cuddler, if your not in bed cuddling her when she demands it things will get a bit bloody, if you can't fall asleep don't worry she'll force fully sing you to sleep. I like to imagine she'd put you to sleep eternally, putting you under a curse so you'll never wake up and she'll keep you as a cute obedient dolly.

Arlecchino and Columbina working together headcanons: these two are hopelessly in love, I love to think the arlecchino will bride carry Columbina with a love sick smile on your face, while blood is covered on both of them. Arlecchino worships Columbina, anything for her. ANYTHING. Eventually they get a little board, they need something to coddle, something to torment, something a little human. Then you come along a cute little niave innocent weak human. Arlecchino found you first, quickly taking you to her orphanage and making you a servant, she quickly drills into you that obedience is the number one thing and to do otherwise will have consequences, very serious consequences. One day Columbina comes to see arlecchino and decides to make you her new pet. Suddenly being kidnapped by some weird angel women freaks you out a lot but seeing arlecchino there will freak you out even more. Basically there the perfect wives and your there dog or cat to do whatever they want. Columbina switches between coddling you to tormenting you.

Whose more likely to do certain things?

Whose more likely to kill you? Columbina, like a said earlier she's perfectly fine turning you into a dolly even if that doll is lifeless.

Whose more scary? Columbina, unlike arlecchino who immediately gives away just how scary she is Columbina hides it, making It a lot hard to predict what she'll do.

Whose shed more blood for you: arlecchino, arlecchino is a lot more likely to travel out of sneznayha so she's definitely had more access to people that have messed with you, Columbina doesn't appear to like travel so she can really only kill people in snezhneya

Most likely to let you go: arlecchino. They say when a divine being has found something they like they will never let it go so Columbina is not letting you go. Arlecchino has a chance to betray the fatui so she might have a change of heart and let you go.

Whose more likely to kidnap you: Columbina no questions asked.

Whose more likely to kill another harbinger if they got close to you: arlecchino: Columbina has a large tolerance and most of the time she really doesn't care. I can imagine arlecchino killing Childe or pantalone if they got to close to you.

Nswf questions

Who tops: most of the time arlecchino she's probably the handsome women that refuses to be on the bottom. Columbina is mostly a bottom, except for some very selective times where she goes a little crazy and wow I pray for your bottom half when that happens.

Edging or overstimulation: edging both of them, sadism. No other words needed.

Prompts for yandere arlecchino:

Yandere arlecchino x servant reader: when arlecchino first became a harbinger you were the first servant assigned to her, instead of taking advantage like other people would do you helped her out and gained a large amount of respect for you, soon enough she kept you closer then everyone else and monopolized all your time, keeping a very tight lesh on you.

Yandere arlecchino x Rosalyn reader, some people ship them and I can kinda understand. Imagine coming home after getting you butt beat by the raiden shogun and arlecchino is suddenly protective of you. In the trailer arlecchino defended signoria meaning they were either close or arlecchino had respected her greatly. Going with the first originally arlecchino had thought you were super strong, still does but thinks of you a little more fragile, she'd shut anyone up that even thinks about talking bad about you and remind the harbingers that you got two out of the seven gnosis's whenever they insult you for getting beating by the Shogun.

Prompt for yandere Columbina:

People say that she is an angel and I believe that, maybe she originally worked for someone with a bunch of other people before realizing some was wrong and leaving them. Imagine you were one of her colleagues and you were super nice to her, you also had no idea about the corrupt organization your were working for so she thought of you as a pure innocent person unsuitable for work. So when she betrayed that organization and joined the fatui she dragged you down with her, never letting you leave her side.

Prompt for yandere arlecchino & columbina

Yandere arlecchino & Columbina x tsaritsa reader. With a heart so noble and pure the two of them have nothing but absolute respect and awe for you. Your ice cold beautie is comparable to no amount of words. Your their saviour and unlike normal yandere arlecchino & Columbina who see you below them they now see you above them. They worship you and will do anything to help you with your goal.

Imma have to end it here, my creative mind has been drained and I'm kinda tired from staying up for news years.

I suddenly had the will to do this so consider it a gift. Also have a happy 2023 it's still 2022 over where I am.

#genshin impact #genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #columbina #yandere arlecchino #yandere columbina #arlecchino x reader #columbina x reader #columbina x arlecchino #arlecchino x columbina #arlecchino #fatui harbinger #yandere #yandere fatui #fatui

[all-pacas]

PERSONA 3 LIVEBLOGGING: AMADA EDITION

wow do these new cutscenes with him really just. RED FLAG CENTRAL. like it was never subtle he was planning some shit, but he's both more subtle now and way worse. "oh yeah, i quit the soccer team, something i love. no reason!" "hey, if for some reason i were to die, would you take care of my beloved pet hamster?"

HIS HAMSTER IS NAMED HAMBURGER

but for real, ken is really benefiting from these new scenes and the script polish. he's always been precocious but there's something very serious and deliberate about him now. he isn't just spending september sulking in his room, he's putting his affairs in order. he's quietly suggesting that hmm, maybe junpei and yukari can't be trusted if they trust shinji. he's a lot more subtle, but also RED FLAG CENTRAL

on the other hand, everyone in the lounge is talking about chidori 24/7, so the vibe is more "we have our mind on Other Things."

anyway i love these "hang out with the gang to unlock New Skills" thing. shinji's cooking class was fantastic. koro watching nature docs - amazing. new scenes where mitsuru is pushing shinji to come back to school ("he's on a leave of absence" - lady he dropped out two years ago)

"she always goes out of her way for the dumbest shit" god do i love team third year, though. i put all three in my party and immediately they were all both nostalgic and picking on akihiko together. they really do give the vibe of, well, having been together for 3-4 years. mitsuru drops her formality around akihiko. shinji and mitsuru clearly get along very well as the two "sane" ones reigning akihiko in. just thinking about their personas, too -- shinji is an All Physical Attacks powerhouse, mitsuru is a pretty specialized Offensive Magic type. akihiko is the only one of the three who even learns healing abilities, meaning that for all his stupid hotheadedness, he was the one who had to watch their backs, but that also checks out because he is rather violently protective of people -- where the other two, again, are much more pragmatic "kill it with violence" types. (before 10/4, at least.)

anyway shinji talking about his chef mentor ugh

the new scenes with takaya ahahaha. "i am the shadow, the true self" -- how they actually DISCUSS evokers and how they're a shortcut. i have So Many theories about that, since it's such a plot point in this game that people lose control of their personas to deadly effect, and it's such a plot point in latter games that if you face your shadow/accept your true self you can just summon a persona without. takaya outright states that's the case for him, and then you have STREGA at large and mitsuru's backstory (forced to manifest a persona at a VERY young age) and shinji's (always struggled to control his). takaya's new scenes seem to suggest that he hates SEES in part because they use shortcuts (evokers) instead of fully MASTERING their other selves like future crews will. and i don't even know that he's WRONG.

anyway lol i forgot about the typhoon but it makes me laugh because persona q back in the day explicitly had the crossover timetravel take place that weekend. so have fun meeting the p4 guys kids

lmaoooo akihiko's ace ass getting confused why junpei is excited to visit chidori.

#persona 3 #persona 3 spoilers