#i worked too hard for it to get single-digit notes

[jiminysjournal]

#joel is the only valid male love interest for wednesday #addams family #the addams family #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #anti-tyler galpin #anti-xavier thorpe #anti-lucas beineke #joel glicker #wendsjoel #anti-wendsty #anti-wendsthorpe #anti-wendsluke #i don't know their ship names #you better fucking reblog this #i worked too hard for it to get single-digit notes

[saturnrings77]

note: im actually proud of this one. i really like it

you've been needy all day. whinging and whining when rafe's attention isn't 100% on you, disturbing his precious work time. you've been teasing him, leaving sloppy kisses on his lip or down the side of his neck and hands wondering too far south. his only response to your frisky touches were harsh "cut that shit out", "don't fucking embarrass me" and "fucking behave." your behaviour got even worse though, going from wandering hands to outright grabbing his cock and moaning in his ears in front of his clients.

"i been tryin’ real hard not to lose my fucking patience with you. okay?" he's mad but you look up at him coyly as if you never did anything. "get in the car. now." you don't dare disobey him, not when he's being so assertive and not after the way you were acting.

—

it's so dirty, the way he's fully clothed in a suit and you've been stripped bare, not a single article of clothing left on you. "this what y'been wantin', huh?" his teeth are gritted and his fingers are moving inside of you, fast. "so fucking needy f'me" the only thing leaving your lips are whimpers and moans. he slaps your cunt at the lack of an answer, watching the way you mewl and writhe.

He keeps his fingers pumping inside of you as he brings his mouth to your clit. "such a slut f'me, yeah?" and then his mouth is on you sucking and licking. he occasionally nips at the bud with his teeth, the action causing you to arch your back off the bed, stilling your hips with a firm grip.

"y'bout to cum, baby?" the condescending tone drips from his lips and you let a desperate "uh huh" slip from yours. he feels your walls pulsing around his fingers and just as your about to cum, he pulls away.

"rafe" you whine out, so high pitched he just chuckles and brings his digits covered in your arousal to his mouth. he hums in satisfaction while you let out a breathy moan.

he's upright on his knees, legs now between yours and spreads them wider. rafe unzips his slacks and lowers it and his boxers enough for his cock to slip out. he leans down his hand next to your head, nails scraping the nape of his neck as he grips the base of cock tapping the head on your clit. your hands wrap around his neck and you let out a soft moan next to his ear. rafe starts moving his hand up and down his shaft, the tip constantly hitting your clit.

"more" you let out a drawn out moan and rafe leans back, pulling his cock away from your cunt. he strokes himself faster and his pants and grunts get louder. he leans down again, swiping his tip through your slit, still pumping himself, looking down at where you're both touching.

you wrap your legs around his hips and start bucking your hips up to try and get him where you need him most and rafe's eyes flit to yours. his movements stop. "y'move, i stop." you know he's serious so you restrain your movements as best you can and he continues.

he's sliding against your folds fast and messy, whining when his tip gets snagged in your hole. "oh, fuck" he whines out loud. "feels s'fucking good." he lets out such a deep guttural, you think you could have come. your squirming so much, eager to come, but you don't want him to stop.

he decides to continue teasing the both of you, pushing the head of his cock in an inch and sliding back out again. he speeds up, doing the action a couples more times, your pussy getting wetter and squelching louder. "pussy's s'fuckin' wet." he alternates between pushing in and sliding against your folds.

his mouth his hanging open as he speeds up his movements, still panting and whimpering. he moves the tip of his cock back towards your clit and starts bucking his hips, his hand still stroking his shaft. you're both whimper together.

His moans begin getting louder and just as you're about to cum he pulls away and spills his seed over your pussy. He slows down his movements and you both watch his cum dribble down your folds to your crack and onto the sheets beneath you.

"I was about to come." you whisper, desperate for release. He reaches to the bedside table and grabs a tissue cleaning himself up, before tucking himself back in his pants and zipping up.

"s'what y'get f'bein' a brat." rafe chuckles as he watches your face fall, knowing you weren't allowed to get off without him. He walks out the door throwing the tissue out on the way to finish his business while it dawns on you that you weren't coming until he was done.

#rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron outer banks

[neighborlystudios]

・﹒・﹒・ why are ya avoiding me? [1]

Summary: You avoided him at all costs because frankly, he was an asshole, doesn't mean he avoided you though. He constantly flirts with you but you just take it as him trying to anger you. It works, but you start to feel like he's being serious, and you have butterflies in your stomach just thinking about him. However, he finally confronts you one day, and you don't know what to do.

Warnings: 15+, suggestive remarks, pet names

Pairing: Jax x GN!reader

Series: Part 2

Notes: I'm not proud of this writing at all, but I'll keep it as it is for you guys!

It was a normal day at the digital circus, as normal as one day can be in this wacky place. The adventure-of-the-day just finished up and you purposely made it so you weren't close to Jax at all, but he kept slithering into your personal space like you haven't set clear boundaries. You hate him, simple as that, regardless of how many times Ragetha claims that you must have a crush on him. The audacity. Jax is a bitch, asshole, shithead, he was terrible to everyone, who could like someone like that?

Well, despite making your status clear on the relationship between you to, he didn't get the memo- no, no, he just didn't care. At every single chance he got, that bitchass rabbit would flirt with you. It frustrated you to no ends because he obviously was just doing it to get a rise out of you and it was working. Every time you got upset, he would smirk and call you "cute", it set you off even more. Even though his body (and everyone else's including your's) was just a fake, digital avatar, you still found him somewhat attractive.

I mean who could deny that he was cute? His voice didn't do him any favors either, but it didn't get rid of the fact that he was a bitch. Every time you blushed at his flirting (which was shamefully more than what you would have liked), he would get closer and tease you about it. Pomni made it abundantly clear that you two acted like a married couple, which is so far from the truth.

So why did it feel different this time? Zooble was talking to you about how they never liked going on Caine's "adventures" because they were stupid, which is fair considering he only did it just to keep us from going insane from boredom and abstracting, they always felt like something that would be in a game for little kids. You tried to pay attention to her, truly you did, but your gaze kept moving over to Jax as he was conversing with Pomni about something you couldn't hear. You shouldn't be staring at him so much, why were you?

"You gonna tell him?" Her question caught you off guard. Tell who what? You knew exactly what she was talking about, however you chose to play dumb even though it won't work.

"Uh what do you mean?" You ask, head turning to her, feigning innocence as she sighed and rubbed her nonexistent temple, grumbling.

"Don't be dumb Galka, you like him even though you say you hate him. Everyone knows, I mean you look at him like you love him" Love him? As if! Far from it, you hate him.

"But I uh...I don't! He really gets my nerves Zooble! He wants to piss me off because its fun! That's why he flirts so muuuuch!" You whine as you look over to the one in question, but this time he stared back at you. Eyes widening, you quickly turn back to Zooble, however, its too late as he's already saunter over here like he owns the place with his shit eating grin loud and clear on his stupid face.

"Well hello there Galka, looking adorable as always" Immediately, you felt your face warm he flirts with you yet again, refusing to look back at him.

"Leave me alone @@#@$, what part of "don't come near me" is hard to understand?"

"Oh I understand fully. I just wanna know oooone thing" His voice pissed you off, especially when he spoke in that tone, one that reeked of smugness. Yet, butterflies erupted in your stomach as he spoke, his presence made you flustered, why? Out of annoyance most likely, only reason.

"Why are ya avoiding me, Cutie?" There it is, the elephant in the room that you refused to address and that stupidly cliche nickname that you loved from him out of his dumbass mouth.

"I'm not avoiding you, I'm just...coincidentally not around when you are" Shamefully looking down at the floor so he didn't see your face, you knew it was a weak excuse but it was better than accepting fate and saying nothing. That didn't deter him in any way as his feet popped into your field of vision. Shit, he is right in front of you. His arm came into view as his hand sat under your chin, soon lifting it up to meet his gaze, smirk ever present.

"Yeah, sure, likely story. Wanna explain why you look like you're having very dirty thoughts right now? Are they about me?" His statement made you scoff and step back, waving your hands to separate from him. The AUDACITY, again why was everyone claiming you liked him? How could you want to be with this person when he said shit like that?

"Oh please! In your dreams #%#@$head" Turning around, you started to make your way to your room, it was a bit of a walk but you didn't mind it. Plans sometimes were never made to be followed through as Jax appeared yet again in front of you.

"C'mon let me walk you to ya room at least" How did he know you were heading there? God he never fails to ask to be punched in the grion.

"I don't think anything here is going to put me in any danger #%@$ Bunny, leave me alone" You spoke firmly, not wanting any slips to happen, voice strong as you walked with a purpose, pushing past him to the one place that Jax isn't present. Well...physically at least. Ok maybe you did have a feeeeww pictures of the rabbit in there, but it was to remind you how much you hate him, yeah that's it. Nobody else knew because you never let anyone enter and since nobody else had a key, it worked out.

"Oh are you sure sweet thing? Don't worry your secret is safe with me of-" He holds your shoulder to stop you before leaning in close your head "all those pictures you have of me"

#jax x reader #the amazing digital circus #jax #tadc #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus jax #x reader

[yunholuvrr]

muse

summary: Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

genre: smut, model!yunho, fashion designer!hongjoong, photographer!reader

warnings: explicit smut minors dni, petnames (baby, love, princess), big dick yunho, semi-public sex???? pretty tame i think, lmk if i should add anything

note: taking a break from we all need love to indulge in my feelings for cosmopolitan yunho oh my GAWD he's so fine.... & i did not proofread sorry for any typos

You've worn many hats since you graduated. Interning at various clothing companies, freelance photography picking up gigs from friends and classmates, and a brief stunt as a journalist. It only makes sense that all your jobs have led to you standing in front of a glowing runway, camera propped and ready for the first model to walk out, people rushing by as they settle into their front row seats.

Not every classmate of yours was doing well in the fashion industry, but one in particular was making waves, if this event was anything to go by. Kim Hongjoong, the designer that came out of nowhere.

You chuckle at the marketing of your old friend. Anyone who knew him would know he was born to design clothes, hell, if you didn't know him you'd only have to take one look at his closet. But in the grand scheme of things, a man's gender inclusive line going viral after only 2 years in the industry is pretty unheard of.

The lights dim and you focus on your camera's digital screen, quadruple checking all your settings. Hongjoong was your biggest client during your freelancing days, and your gig tonight was to capture his show for press. Usually you'd just be doing personal events like weddings or birthdays, but these would be seen be anyone and everyone in the industry. To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

One model after another appears on stage, making their rounds in all types of bold, complex outfits. His work wasn't really your style, you preferred to keep it simple and comfortable, but it's hard to deny its appeal. The models he invited showed the pieces off amazingly, too. They worked on all body types and proportions, which you made sure to capture in every photo.

One man in particular stood out to you as you took every shot you could. He looked more like a traditional model, tall and thin, lean and muscular in all the right places. He could get a job anywhere he tried. The charisma oozing from his face was infectious. A few dark strands of hair fell in front of his rhinestone speckled eyes, which seemed to make eye contact with every single person in the room. His cupid's bow was sharp, and the smirk he sent to your lens in particular had you nearly forgetting to press the shutter release.

"That's a wrap!" A man calls from behind you. The stage lights finally fade and the crowd dissipates, leaving you and a handful of other staff to pack up. You sit on a nearby stool, squinting at the small screen and clicking through your photos. Before you can get very far through your collection, someone taps you on the shoulder.

"After party in an hour babes," Hongjoong chirps next to you, "you're invited. Thanks for the excellent photos tonight."

"You haven't even seen them yet," you chuckle and finish packing up, resolving to get ready for the party despite the exhaustion you feel at the back of your mind.

He smacks your arm playfully before insisting that every photo you've ever taken has been perfect. "By the way, did any of the models catch your eye?"

"Is there a correct answer or do you want my honest thoughts?" You pierce right through your friend's shenanigans. Hongjoong has always been quite the matchmaker among your friends, although you wouldn't call it his most successful hobby. It's almost like he just picks two names out of a hat and decides they would look good together.

He only shakes his head, "I really wanna know! They're all really nice."

You only squint before responding, "Tall guy, dark hair. He was towards the end but he really walked his ass off."

His face lights up immediately and you know you chose the right answer, "Yunho!"

"Yunho," you repeat, "yeah he's nice to look at. I suppose that's his job."

"He's the newest model I've worked with," Hongjoong looks at the runway fondly, "I didn't know if he'd bring anything special to the table at first, but he's truly irresistible."

"And you invited him to the after party and you want us to meet because we'd be such a perfect couple," you stand up, eye to eye with him now, and giggle at the little game he's playing.

"Maybe so... but listen!" You both start walking towards the exit, "I don't want you to fuck him on the first night or anything. Just get to know him, at the very least you'll get a new client. His portfolio is bare bones."

You don't even have time to process what he said before he's slipping away backstage with a quick goodbye. If you were being honest, this Yunho guy probably wouldn't be a bad hookup. You weren't really looking for anything, but he's pretty. And you can't deny good work connections.

You arrive 20 minutes after Hongjoong told you to, fashionably late. You planned to have a drink or two and stick close to him since the small buds of exhaustion have already bloomed into a fullblown headache. No one should have any questions for a random photographer anyway.

"Speak of the devil, there's my right hand woman now!" Your thoughts were immediately proven wrong when you walk in and a small group of models you recognize from the runway stare fondly in your direction. Yunho is one of them, of course, but you try not to think about the words spoken about him just an hour earlier.

"Hi! I'm y/n, we went to school together," you manage a convincing smile as Hongjoong passes you a drink.

"I can't wait to see your photos," one lady gushed, "Hongjoong showed us some of your work and your style is just lovely."

You a manage a small thanks before taking a small sip. The conversation flows into a new topic with ease and you're left in the background to quietly enjoy the party. That is, until you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me," a shy, deep voice floats above you, "you don't seem like you're in a talkative mood, but I had a question for you?"

You look up and Yunho smiles down at you. He looks nothing like he did on stage before; his piercing eyes have morphed into soft, welcoming ones and his charming smirk is replaced by a nervous grin. You nod and take another sip, letting him continue.

"Hongjoong has just mentioned you so much I thought I'd ask if you could take some headshots for me?" He fiddles with his fingers and when your eyes widen he looks away.

"What has he said about me?" You try not to sound accusatory, but it doesn't come across as nicely as you'd like.

"Oh nothing bad! Nothing bad at all," Yunho chuckles, and it might be the nicest sound you've heard at this party so far, "he just wouldn't stop talking about how great you are. I figured I'd take the hint and ask."

You shift from one foot to the other, considering his request before deciding it wouldn't hurt to get to know him more. "Is this your first modeling gig?"

"Just about," there's that chuckle again, and it's contagious, "I've done a few small things here and there, but this was the biggest scale by far."

"You know I won't lower my rates just because you're new," you tease, "or because Hongjoong wants me to."

He just shakes his head profusely, "oh absolutely not! If anything I was gonna offer you more..." you see Yunho think through his sentence as he says it, trailing off after realizing what exactly he said.

"You flatter me, but I'm not in the mood to talk business right now," you swear a slight pout comes across his face before you even get to finish.

He doesn't skip a beat, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and offering it to you, "then why don't we talk later?"

You can only mutter a "smooth" while tapping your number into his contacts. You hand it back to him and watch him type something before feeling a buzz in your own pocket.

"I'll send you some info when I have a moment this week," you try not to stare at his now mischievous smirk, continuing to sip from your empty cup.

"I'll be waiting," he bends down to your height, and his voice lowers to barely above a whisper, "talk to you soon."

He's gone before you know it, disappearing into the crowd, and the brief proximity makes your insides turn in ways you don't want to admit. You have to find Hongjoong.

His bright blue hair stands out near the food bar and you quickly make your way over. The words fly out of your mouth before you even get to him, "what exactly did you say to Yunho?"

He gives you a small huh, clearly tipsier than you are, before a look of recognition washes over his face. "Oh hi love! I didn't say anything, why?"

"He said you kept mentioning me to him?" You would laugh at the state of your friend if it weren't for the sudden desire to know everything Yunho thinks of you already.

"Hm, I only said you're a great at taking photos!" He clings onto your shoulder and laughs, "and that he stood out to you on the runway tonight! He smiled ear to ear when I said that, isn't he so cute?"

"Hongjoong you did not," you grab both of his shoulders and shake him a bit, "does he think I like him or something?"

"Do you?" When you don't respond he just laughs again, "I guess my job is already done."

"I don't even know him!" You wish you could sincerely be mad at the man in front of you, but he's been correct all night so far.

"Don't you want to though?"

"I hate you, seriously," you glare at him, but he only laughs again before returning to his previous conversation. You don't know what he's gotten you into, but you don't think you mind it.

Your workdays have been packed ever since the night of the show. Being Hongjoong's right hand photographer had its perks, like the dozens of offers you've received since the articles went out, but that doesn't mean it isn't the most stressed you've been in weeks. You all but collapse by the time your lunch break rolls around.

Forget about me already?

The light buzz of your phone disrupts your thoughts about scheduling. No one usually texts you, at least not during the day. No one except Yunho.

Sorry! I've been swamped. Let me send you the form my other clients are using to schedule with me.

Aw, no special treatment for your favorite model?

You make a mental note to beat the shit outta Hongjoong for doing this the next time you see him.

Maybe if you give me a good enough offer I'll put you at the top of my list

Not even 10 minutes later, a scheduling request dings on your phone and you see the payment is three times your normal rate for headshots. You mentally curse Joong for putting you in this situation, but you're willing to play the game if it means good dick and good pay.

Am I at the top of your list now? I can't wait to see you

You can't help the way your thighs squeeze together for a moment, now eager to fit him in your schedule (and elsewhere). You wrap up your short lunch with a newfound motivation to get through your emails, making sure to leave a 2 hour slot open for him. You wonder how long you can hold off on getting back to him before he starts begging you. That would have to be a game you play another time.

The studio is empty when you show up, allowing you to quietly set up just the way you want to. Your movements are quick and practiced, dozens of headshot appointments under your belt at this point. These were supposed to be simple and straightforward, so you didn't have much to prepare besides rolling down the white backdrop and setting up your lights. There were a few other props on the side if he wanted to take more shots. You asked a couple people to help out with equipment during the shoot, but you came in early just to have some peace and quiet. Your coworkers arrive a few minutes after you do, exchanging pleasantries before finishing the job you started.

Then he walks in. You're double checking your camera settings when you hear the front door open and his honey-like voice greeting the other staff. You feel his attention shift to you, and when you turn around a playful smirk is plastered on his face. His makeup isn't as dark as it was on the runway, but he looks clean and undoubtedly handsome. His styled hair falls just past his eyes, moving with his lashes every time he blinks. He's pretty, there's no way around it, a type of face that you can't help but stare at.

"Why don't you take a photo, it lasts longer," he snickers, snapping you out of whatever daze he put you in.

"That's my job after all," you motion to a stool in front of the camera, "do you want any props? We can do more than simple headshots if you'd like."

He nods and sits down, long legs crossing each other at the ankle. "I'd love that, miss photographer."

You narrow your eyes at the comment before signaling to the crew you're ready to go. One lady is on standby near the lights, another guy has a handful of reflectors ready. You try to ignore the tension between your model and focus on your craft.

"Can we try the gold?" You call out to your team, closely monitoring Yunho's face in the warmer light. After a moment of thought, you ask him to tilt his head. He's well behaved in front of the camera, following your every suggestion. You wonder if the crew can feel the heavy energy between you two.

After a half hour of posing, shooting, monitoring, retouching, and shooting again, you call for a break and everyone agrees. The couch in the corner of the studio looks so inviting you nearly run to sit down, oblivious to the way Yunho follows.

"You're really good at this," you jump at his voice next to you.

"I went to school for it so I would hope so," you mumble, getting comfortable. You open your phone, hoping to mindlessly scroll before you all come back, but he just plops down next to you.

"Have you ever gotten your own headshots taken?" You shake your head, trying to ignore the way his leg is pressed against yours. "You're so pretty behind that camera, maybe we can switch one day."

You almost bump into his face from how quickly you look up at him, "I'd never let you touch my equipment."

He hums in disapproval before pulling out his own phone and leaning back into the cushions. "Fine, maybe not me. But I don't see why Joong's never put you on the runway. You're stunning."

He expects a reaction from you, but you control yourself, leaning forward to get as much distance as you can. The two of you sit in innocent silence for a while, but the tension only grows thicker. There's five minutes before you shoot for at least another half hour, and when your job is to stare at his face you're not sure you can go much longer.

"What exactly did Hongjoong tell you about me?" You sit up straight, taking a leap of faith.

"About how in love you are with me, why?" You swiftly kick his leg next to you and he chuckles, "he just said I caught your eye. He wasn't lying was he?"

"No, definitely not," you sigh, "but what I don't understand is why you like me?"

"Who said I like you? You just happen to be very pretty and talented and fun to tease."

"So you do like me," you huff in disbelief. Something in you stirs with every word he says and you have to cross your legs for some relief from the building pressure.

"If wanting to take you right now in the middle of your studio means I like you, then sure," his slender fingers trace the back of your shoulders, wrapping a secure arm around you.

"We still have all the props to play with," you scan the studio, but your team is nowhere to be found during the break.

"What if I want to play with you instead?" His breath softly blows across your ear now, voice just barely above a whisper. It takes everything in you to not kiss him right then and there.

"You're the one paying for this timeblock," you pull up your crew group chat on your phone, already making a decision.

"If we could wrap up here that'd be lovely, miss photographer," there goes that stupid nickname again.

"You can't call me anything else?"

"Would you prefer baby? Maybe princess? Or do you like meaner things?" His hand moves again to rest between your shoulder blades as he watches you type out a quick message.

"I would prefer if you shut up honestly," you press send. As far as your team knows, the client is satisfied and wants to end the shoot here for today. No one complains, you're still being paid for two hours thanks to Yunho's generous payment.

"Will you make me?" He traces a small circle with his thumb on your back, and the comment sounds more inviting than teasing. Your body reacts before your mind does, practically throwing yourself onto him out of annoyance and need. His lips are warm and soft and mold perfectly to yours.

He takes a sharp inhale as your tongue swipes past his bottom lip, his hand travelling up to hold the back of your neck. The other abandons his phone to take purchase on your hip, pulling you further on top of him. Yunho groans at the contact, resisting the urge to buck his hips up into you already. His flirting was almost as hard on him as it was on you.

"So needy," you mumble, propping yourself up on his chest to take in the view. His eyes are already blown out from lust, raking your body and letting his hands follow. His long fingers brush over your hardening nipples and you can't help the sigh that escapes.

He chuckles, "you're one to talk." He rolls his hips ever so slightly and you whine, head falling into his shoulder. He feels bigger than average below you and you wonder what you've gotten yourself into. You slowly rock your hips above him with his hands guiding you, whimpering into his skin.

"Can I taste you?" You freeze, head shooting up to stare at him in confusion. He wraps two fingers around your belt loops and tugs you forward again. "Please baby?" You nod and he sighs with relief as if his life depended on eating you out. Maybe it does.

He lays you on your back on a couch far too small for both of you like this, but you don't care. His lips are back on yours, warm and tender, as you feel both your jeans and panties slide down your legs. The cold air makes you flinch.

"Did I make you this wet while I was on the runway, love?" You feel one slender finger slide through your folds, but it's not enough. "Staring at me behind that camera all day must be so hard. I'll make it up to you," is the last thing he says before tucks his head snugly between your thighs.

Whatever snarky reply you came up escapes you with a moan just a bit too loud, his tongue flattening up against your slit. He wastes no time, too desperate to hear you above him. One hand holding you down just below your stomach, another teasing your entrance while his mouth makes quick work of your clit. You hope to the universe none of your crew left anything in the studio because your whines and wetness echoed through the room.

Before you know it he pushes one, then two, fingers into you, filling you up deliciously, and you buck your hips into him. His pace is slow and deep, opening you up to his liking. Some combination of his tongue and fingers nearly makes you scream, hands shooting straight to pull his hair. He groans into your flesh, vibrations sending sparks straight to your core, before looking up at you. His chin is glossy and a line of spit still connects you both and you nearly come at the sight alone.

"You're fucking delicious, darling," he pumps into you one last time before taking them in his mouth, sucking with a pop, "next time you should ride my face for me."

"Next time?" You watch as he unzips his own pants, shoving them down far enough for his dick to escape. It rebounds off his stomach, bigger than anything you've taken before.

"By the way you're staring," he grips himself at the base, "I think you want a next time." The way you lick your lips is involuntary.

He chuckles, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor nearby. You continue to stare shamelessly, boosting his ego as you etch his large, toned body into your mind. "Like what you see?"

"If you don't come here and fuck me right now Yunho I swear to god," and you swear you can see his dick twitch, but he simply tuts a finger at you.

"Ah ah ah, safety first princess," he slides a condom out of his pant pocket, ripping it open and handing it to you. You tilt your head and take it reluctantly, but he only smirks, "I know you want to touch me."

"Fuck you," you roll your eyes, sitting up and coming face to face (face to tip?) with his member. You never thought you'd see a dick that you'd describe as pretty, but his is long and thick and flushed a pretty shade of pink. You wrap your free hand around the base and pump a few times to tease him.

"Not now, love," you hear a shaky breath above you and you smirk. He pulls your other hand up and you comply, unravelling the condom smoothly down him. As soon as you're done he pushes you back down, not risking the chance of you testing him again.

"Let me know if it's too much for you baby," he whispers before finally pushing in. The stretch only stings for a second before turning into delight as he fills you up completely.

You sigh out in relief, mumbling a soft "keep going" and wrapping your hands around his neck. He listens immediately, pulling back almost all the way before thrusting back in. He keeps his slow pace until he's completely sure you're comfortable.

He looks down at where you connect before finally losing his composure. "You take me so fucking well," he moans, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses all over you. His pace quickens relentlessly, the sound of skin on skin filling the studio.

You scream at one particularly rough snap of his hips, but he only barely slows down. "You okay, princess?"

"So fucking good," you pant above him, his mouth still ravishing your neck. He groans at your response, fucking you harder than before. You didn't even know it was possible. You snake a hand down to your throbbing clit, so close to coming undone.

"Please come on my dick baby," he all but growls, and the way his hips falter tells you he's close too. His words, on top of everything else, are enough to finally unravel you. You shutter and jerk up into him, moaning some string of fuck's and Yunho's until your mind goes completely blank. He comes shortly after, pumping into you sporadically until he finally flops down on top of you.

You both take a few moments to come back to your senses, nothing but a mess of sweaty limbs on this cramped couch. "Next time I'll take you home so I'll have room to cuddle you after," he chuckles, picking himself up.

"I would like that," you smile softly, legs aching too much to even attempt sitting up. He cleans you both up quietly before plopping back down, letting you stretch your legs across his lap.

"So," his hand traces up your frame to cup your cheek, "can I take you out to dinner sometime, miss photographer?"

#yunho smut #yunho x reader #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #yunho oneshot #ateez oneshot #yunho scenarios #i need him carnally

[pedropascalsx]

Kinktober - Day Two: Virginity.

Frankie Morales × F! Reader.

Summary: You and Frankie take the next step in your relationship.

Warnings: P in v, Loss of Virginity, Oral (f) rec & feelings.

Word Count: 951!

A/N: Day two and I wrote a little bit of our favourite pilot. I hope you enjoy soft and sexy Frankie!

Thank you AGAIN to @absurdthirst for your amazing prompt list! And for looking over this one as well as yesterdays. I appreciate you so much 🩷

Your thighs shake as his tongue laps at you like a man starved, his arms holding you in place as you come apart for the second time at the expense of his tongue.

“Frankie,” you whimper as he continues to work you through your high, alternating between licking and sucking your clit as your fingers grip his hair tighter and tighter. With another breathy moan of his name you start to gently push his head away, the overstimulation becoming a little too much as you tremble beneath him. “You are incredible.” You say with a giggle.

“And you’re fucking delicious,” he murmurs, before peppering a few kisses on your thighs and rubbing his patchy beard against your soft skin.

“I want this,” you say, noting the trepidation in his eyes and the way his hands are a little less steady than usual. “I love you, Frankie.”

“I know,” he says, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. “I love you too. Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much?” His hands grip the backs of your legs as he presses a kiss to your knee.

“I promise,” you say, lifting up your hand and gently rubbing soft circles into his cheek.

“Lift your hips,” Frankie says, before reaching over for a pillow, and placing it gently underneath you. “We’ll go slow, and I’ll stop if you need me too.”

“I know, baby.” You watch as he calculates every move he makes, not rushing and ensuring that you’re ready to take him. He gently slips a finger between your slit, and gathers up some arousal, generously coating two fingers before pushing them inside of you.

“So fucking tight,” he hisses. His pupils are blown wide with lust as he watches his fingers pump in and out of your dripping core, focusing on finding that spot. “I fucking love this pussy,” he murmurs as start to flutter around his digits, and your eyes start to roll back into your head. “There it is.”

“Oh, Frankie,” you choke out, as he drags his fingers against the spot inside of you. Exploring you in a way that no one else has before. “Oh, fuck!”

“I know, baby girl, I know,” he soothes, as the softest moans spill from your perfect lips. “Once you’ve cum on my fingers, I’ll give you my cock.”

He begins to twist his arm a little, pushing a little deeper as your walls greedily grip onto his fingers and he knows you’re already getting close. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, as he looks you up and down. He takes in every curve and appreciates every mark, scar and every single inch of you. “How did I get so lucky?”

You can’t respond, your body doesn’t let you, instead every part of you tenses before your body is awash with pleasure. Every receptor in your body is on fire in the most incredible way, as he repeats the same motion over and over until he knows you can’t take anymore.

“Frankie,” you murmur, desperately to feel more of him, “Make love to me.”

“With pleasure,” he says with a wide smile. He gently removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that you feel everywhere.

He pushes down his boxers and reveals his painfully hard cock, the tip bright red and begging for relief. “Promise me again, you’ll tell me if it gets too much,” he says, not taking his eyes off of yours. “Promise me, baby.”

“I promise, Francisco.” You shift closer to him, and you watch as he exhales deeply.

He’s slow, he takes himself in hand and drags the tip of him through your folds. He watches the rise and fall of your chest for a few moments before his eyes flicker back up to your face, and he studies it without blinking as he presses himself against your entrance. You give him a small nod and a wide smile and he pushes just the tip of him inside of you. The gasp you make is the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard, and after a few moments he pushes himself in just a little more, relishing in every moment until he’s filled you to the hilt.

He’s in no rush to move, his mouth spills an endless amount of praises and sweet nothings as you get used to the size of him. And then he slowly begins to rock his hips, his lips now pressed to yours as he swallows every delicious moan and whimper.

Every snap of his hips is so perfectly controlled. Each one designed to give you pleasure while remaining soft enough to not overwhelm. “I love you,” you murmur softly against his lips, as he responds with a kiss that steals your breath.

He knows he isn’t going to last much longer, not with the way you keep squeezing him like a vice. So he keeps focusing on that spot inside of you determined to make you see stars before he fills you up for the first time. “I love you, baby,” he says before slightly increasing the pace, and that’s when he knows he’s got you. You clamp down hard around him and yell his name, before flooding his cock and he immediately follows suit, painting your walls with thick ropes of his pleasure. “I love you, I love you so much,” he repeats over and over as you milk him dry.

The moment you’ve both come down from your high, he gently pulls himself free and captures your lips with a bruising kiss.

“That was perfect,” you say, lips brushing against his. “I love you so much, Francisco.”

“I love you more.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic #frankie morales smut #frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x ofc #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #CKT23 #my fanfiction #my fanfic #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction

[bonefall]

Hi! How would you draw a tool-evolved cat paw?

Aeons ago I wrote some speculative biology thoughts on what a tool-focused cat would begin to look like, and mentioned the way that a caw's paw might evolve. I can try to draw it out as a sketch; but fair warning that I put my art style points into cartoony anime stuff SO you're not gonna get a realistic drawing lmao

Evolution doesn't "think." It's many changes over generations that snowball into bigger ones. So I tried to look at WHAT exactly is happening between an animal with less sophisticated tool use (chimp) and one that COMPLETELY relies on tools (human) to predict where the cat's paw would end up in a few thousand generations.

Please note! My paw would still be a "link" between the ancestor, and something even more reliant on tool use. This proposed species would still be 100% capable of doing what the cats in-canon do, like hunt alone. It's for a feline species that is tool-ADAPTED, not tool-RELIANT.

(In that way, it's more comparable to, say, a lemur and a chimp. But lemur palm refs were hard to find and I did this quick because I've already thought about it.)

This paw would exist in-tandem with a "tool tooth;" A V-shaped gap in the jawline that a single fang would nestle into. Early tool-using felines would likely use their mouth to "break" or "shear" their crafts, leading to broken teeth that would make them less successful. So there would be a lot of evolutionary pressure to have better, stronger teeth.

Evolution doesn't do "one thing at a time," so if you happened to port yourself into a group of these cats and watch them craft stuff, you'd see them using their mouths as well as their paws!

Finger Size + Tool Claw

When you see real cats batting stuff around and manipulating things, and when you look at canon where they like to "hook things on a claw," it's usually the index "finger" they favor. In fact, they do a LOT of "poking," even when a cat bats at something they seem to mostly explore with the tip of their paw.

So I figure that would actually be a big difference between this species and humans.

Unlike us, who usually have our middle finger as the longest (though there are exceptions) so we can "stabilize" the things we grab, I'd give these guys a "Tool Claw" which is not involved in grappling at all. It's longer, more deeply grooved, but also more fragile than the "hunting" claws.

When at rest, the Tool Claw would stick out from the rest of the foot, straight upwards. The fur is able to "sheathe" the other three, but the index's would be too long to be fully hidden.

Because one of those fingers is now mostly taken out of combat, the pinkie would probably thicken up to compensate. Another difference from the human hand. I can imagine that if the trend continues, they might end up supporting their full frontal weight on the pinkie pad to free up the other fingers for tool use.

(But evolution's not always predictable! They might end up becoming more "back heavy" like raccoons, or rely on the invention of shoe/gloves, or just abandon silent hunting all together to become tool-reliant.)

Paw Pad Changes

Cats use the pads on their paws to move silently. As long as the species is relying on silently stalking prey, they will need to have these pads in contact with the ground to be good hunters.

So instead of the digital pads sliding down to create the "top" of the palm, I figured the metacarpal pad would split in two. So now there's a snug, dipped "shape" with which they could nestle an object into as they work with it, but also there is ALWAYS still pad in contact with the ground.

The amount of fur in-between the bottom (metacarpal) and top (supercarpal) pads probably just depends on culture and genetics. It wouldn't really have enough of an impact on the paw to be selected for to be furry or hairless.

I can imagine some groups being weird about it and thinking it should be shaved or braided or something, lmao. Or cats who live in muddy environments clipping it for hygiene reasons.

#Speculative Biology #bone babble #but btw no i dont use these in my bb drawings. #this is just for fun. #BB isn't really a spec bio project. #And also YES this is free to use for anything go nuts

[fyodorloveclub]

pretty girl like you

pairing: fyodor x afab reader

notes: kinktober fic 3!! thank u so much to all of you guys for being so sweet and patient with me, it means the world <3 likes and reblogs are really appreciated!!!!

cw: hardcore breeding kink, lactation kink, mating press, fem pet names (good girl, pretty girl), persuasion by fyodor, 18+ minors DNI!!!

wc: 1.8k

It was all because of a stupid remark Nikolai made. One that he well knew would rile Fyodor up, and at your expense.

“Hmm. I thought you would’ve had a child by now. Seems it’s getting a bit late, isn’t it?” he lilted, holding back a smirk.

It wasn’t late at all. The two of you were young and had plenty of time. Fyodor had mentioned children in the past, and you knew it was a non-negotiable for being with him. He needed to have a child, someone to pass on his genes, knowledge, and raise someone to carry out his cause, if it hasn’t been achieved before he was killed.

And you were completely fine with this. You had always wanted a baby as well but didn’t necessarily feel as strongly about it as Fyodor did.

But this comment got under his skin, in a way you were really hoping it wouldn’t. It turned him irrational, convinced him that mid-20’s is far too late to begin a family, and his vision for the world would stop cold in its tracks the second his heart stopped beating. Which you were both well aware was a possibility at any given moment; he wasn’t exactly the most liked person, and many people would prefer him dead.

You did what you could to talk him through this, to help him see the bigger picture and that immediately staring a family was not the answer. You hoped and prayed he could see the rational side of things.

-

Kicking the bedroom door closed, he dropped you onto the bed before crawling on top of you. Now hovering over you, arms braced on either side of your head, his gaze meets yours. His violet stare was so intense it bore holes through your skull. You swore you could almost see his eyes glaze over as the primal side of him took over. He had one intention for tonight, and one intention only. He leaned in close to whisper in your ear, lips grazing the thin skin underneath.

“I will stuff you so full of cum, your body will have no other choice but to become pregnant.”

You shuddered at the harsh words, concerned with how much it turned you on. There was a part of you that was slowly overtaking you that wanted nothing more, to be nothing more, than the vessel to carry Fyodor’s children.

”Yes, sir,” you moaned, voice shaky.

“You will stay put in the positions and locations I put you in with no complaint. I will have my way with you, as I please.”

“Yes, sir.”

Though he wasn’t looking for your approval, he smirked at your willing acceptance of his terms. It was much easier to breed a compliant partner.

Not looking to waste a single second, Fyodor had immediately transitioned to ripping all your clothes off your body. His fingers worked swiftly as he yanked your skirt and panties off in one fell swoop, then unhooking and discarding your bra with one hand as he pulled your blouse over your head.

“Need you to be completely free and exposed, can’t have any part of you hidden. Need to be able to touch every bit of you,” he whispered.

Fyodor also shed all his clothes, making it clear that this was intended to be a very intimate yet primal experience.

Kneeled in between your legs, he took his half hard cock into his hands and began stroking himself. You watched, mouth watering, as his erection grew and became an angry red. You wanted to get your mouth on him right then and there, loved having him in your mouth and tasting him, but you knew that wasn’t what Fyodor wanted right then. And what you wanted wasn’t really relevant.

Once he was completely hard, he leaned back slightly so he could roughly shove two fingers inside you, making you yelp. He immediately removed them before bringing them up to his mouth and licking the digits individually. Your face flushed at the sight.

“Wet enough, it seems,” he mused, mostly to himself as he licked his lips. “God, you taste good.”

In a few swift yet graceful movements, Fyodor suddenly had you on your back, held firmly down on the mattress, with your legs thrown over his shoulders. He smirked, eyes fixated downward as your widespread legs put your glistening pussy on full display. You looked away in shame, feeling far too exposed, and instinctively tried to squeeze your thighs together to cover yourself. The speed at which Fyodor’s expression darkened and eyes narrowed told you that you had just made a huge mistake.

“Trying to hide from me, now, are we?” he asked, voice dripping with contempt.

“N-no, no, I swear, I sw-“ you tried to defend yourself, but your words got caught off as you groaned in pain.

He had taken your legs at the knees and forced them apart as wide as they could possibly stretch, and it hurt like crazy. The muscles in your hips and thighs screamed and tears pricked in your eyes as he pried you open.

“Fedya, please, I’m sorry-”

“No.” he barked, his loud voice echoing through the room. “You’re not sorry. I told you to stay put.”

You said nothing in return, only nodded politely, focusing all your energy on holding the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks at bay. The way his fingernails dug deep into your skin as he held your legs wasn’t making it easier.

“You will stay put.”

“I will stay put,” you repeated, voice shaking.

A sickly-sweet smile spread across his face, a jarring juxtaposition to the darkness that had radiated from him. It was far from genuine, though.

“Good girl,” he cooed, throwing your legs back over his shoulder so he could use a hand to stroke your cheek. “My good little girl.”

Your cheeks flushed but you maintained eye contact with him, embarrassed at how fast one pet name could make your clit throb. No matter how he treated you, you wanted him bad. So bad. Nothing felt better than getting stuffed by Fyodor, and you’d tolerate just about anything to ensure you were the one he wanted.

His eyes flicked down between your legs, smirking again. “Now, where were we?”

He brought his hand down to your core to graze his fingers light over the folds, before using two digits to spread your lips open. He felt great satisfaction at the way your slick glistened in the moonlight that poured from the windows, despite having done so little.

“Gushing,” Fyodor whispered to himself.

The way your hole gaped for him made his cock throb, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He leaned forward to push you into a mating press, knees almost touching your shoulders, before roughly shoving his cock deep inside you. It burned like hell, him having no regard for how much your pussy had to stretch in order to accommodate his large cock. You clenched your walls hard around him and he dropped his head down, groaning.

“So fucking tight, baby girl. So fucking good for me.”

You whined at the praise, glad that you were behaving enough to his liking.

There was no adjustment period as he pressed his hips against yours before pulling back out and thrusting into you even harder. But as he began to pick up a rhythm, sounds of skin slapping filling the room, the searing pain was slowly overshadowed by the pleasure that washed over you.

You forgot just how fucking addicting it felt to be completely stuffed with his cock, letting out a high-pitched moan as you screwed your eyes shut.

“Ah- a-ah! Fedya!” you whined, throwing your head back. He smiled.

“Feel good, baby girl? Do I fuck you good?” Fyodor growled, leaning his head down so he could bite at your throat. You only whimpered louder as he sunk his teeth into the thin skin under your jaw.

“Ye- yes- fuck! So good.” You could barely speak, each word punctuated with a deep thrust.

Waves of pleasure radiated from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes as he fucked you, and you swore you could see stars.

Fyodor removed his mouth from your throat and lowered his head, taking your hard nipple into his mouth and sucking. You moaned and squirmed at the sudden stimulation. He knew your nipples were highly sensitive and was taking advantage of this.

“These are going to be so swollen, so full of milk for our baby one day,” he muttered almost to himself. He used a hand that had been holding himself up on the mattress to grip your breast tightly before massaging it, almost as if to stimulate the milk ducts. He continued to massage this breast as he moved his mouth to your other nipple, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud as he closed his lips around it.

“You must breastfeed, this is not an option. Do you promise to breastfeed?” His voice is deep and gravelly, and you knew the question wasn’t really a question. It was just an opportunity for you to agree with him willingly.

“Yes- ah!- of course I-I will,” you tried to get out. Getting a coherent string of words out while he sucked on your breast and stuffed you full of his cock was proving to be very difficult.

You could tell he was approaching his climax as he had begun thrusting even harder, burying himself even deeper into your poor cunt, chasing his high. You knew just how bruised your pelvis was going to be after this.

It wasn’t long before he shoved his cock inside you as deep as possible as he came, ensuring every last drop of cum was absorbed by your pussy. He pulled out slowly, careful not to spill any cum out of you.

“Not a single drop is to go to waste,” he instructed. “How else are we going to make another pretty girl like you?” You blushed.

And since he wasn’t a complete monster, he placed his cock in your folds and rocked his hips, dragging his length back and forth over your clit. Well-lubed by his cum and your slick it slid easily, and the way the fat tip of his cock nudged at the already swollen spot meant that it wasn’t long before your body felt electrified, whining and whimpering as the orgasm washed over you.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, petting your hair as you tried to catch your breath. “Are you feeling okay?”

You nodded your head, but your eyelids felt heavy. “’M tired.”

He chuckled as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, holding your body against his.

“Oh, darling. We’ve barely just begun.”

#fyodor smut #fyodor x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs smut #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #flora’s fics

[its-in-the-woods]

'Down the Rabbit Hole' Chapter 1

Chapter two chapter three Chapter four

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating: None for this chapter future ones will be adjusted.

Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

WARNING I do not have this all written out, I do have it plotted out, but it may be a little slower for chapters to come out. Please bear with me. If you know a Beta to edit please send them to me.

Getting the phone call that you're working with Liz again is surprising. You had encountered Liz several times, mostly as a day call trying to get hundreds of extras through a small window of time. She was well-known in the industry as being a giant pain in the ass. Though you had gotten along somewhat well with her, you had never quite felt like the women would have picked you as a second.

Sitting down in the production office you start to fill in paperwork. There is always so much paperwork. Thankfully this would have you working for the next four months. Four months of not having to fill out forms or wonder when your next job would come. Granted you had made a favorable impression with several other heads of department. But if everyone was honest the biz was saturated with less skilled artists who would bend over backward, or forwards, just to get a day in. You flick over the paperwork refilling the same information for the fifth time. 

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second,” It's Liz, done up to the nines as always. Touches of grey hair starting to show against the dirty blonde. She wears all black with a horrid mix of silver and gold jewelry. 

You follow the woman back, completely prepared for her to tell you that you will not be seconded to her. That you'd be moved to 2nd unit or something much more fitting for someone with just “five years of experience”. 

Walking into the little office you place the paperwork on your lap as you sit across from her. The walls have headshots of cast along with information underneath.  You don't pay attention, if you're working a different unit chances are you'd never see them anyway.

“Nice to see you again,” Liz says, you get a feeling that she was putting on a bit of a show. She’s put on a weird smile that doesn’t meet her eyes, not that you could tell she won’t look at you. 

“Likewise, hope you've been doing well,” You reply, you can't stomach being a kiss ass.

Liz makes a humming noise as she flips through the large binder. One of the the few things you both agreed on, is hard copy beat digital work. 

“At the moment you're not going to be seconding with me, you've been requested by the lead.” She gestures over to the wall.

You look over and see Walton Goggins’ face staring back at you. You chew at your lip, you've worked with him twice. Mostly while doing smaller rolls, he had always been easy to work with and hilarious.  

“Ah, I see.” You reply, trying not to act a little flustered. You'd never had an actor request you, it was probably one of the biggest compliments you could get.

“You and Trevor will be working together with Mr. Goggins. I've taken you've read the script?” Liz looked at you through heavy mascara eyelashes. You nodded at the question. “Good. It's pretty straightforward, anything with large amounts of blood will be dealt with by the FX crew. You're basically babysitting and making sure he doesn't wander off covered in gore.”

You can't suppress the laugh at the comment. You could picture the man getting driven away looking like he had murdered a small town. The Teamster would have a fit about cleaning that.

“Sounds good, I am guessing I can increase my pay and kit rental?” You push, requested or not you knew your kit was far better stocked than most. Whether Liz agrees or not would be a moot point.  You could always approach production for a pay raise. Running it through Liz first just kept accounting from jumping down your throat.

Liz stares at you for a moment, her mouth a thin line. For a second you think she may try to argue the wage. Instead, she flicks her eyes back down to her binder.

“Yes, Production has already approved a pay raise for both. As well as sending in a small request for certain products he’d like.” Liz passes you the paper without looking up. On the top is your wage and kit fee, along with product allowance. It's much more than you anticipate, but you keep that to yourself.  

“You can drop your stuff off at the trailer and then go grab what you need. Start things off slow.” 

***

Paperwork done and handed in, you grab timesheets, start packs and, any other office stuff you think the trailer may need. Driving down the narrow alley you park your little Honda Accord beside the make-up trailer. You unload several bins beside the steps before parking. Inside the trailer is pretty sparse. You set out to fill your drawers, stocking the place with all the necessities. Trevor shows up as you're starting to finish up. 

“Heyyyy,” He chirps, coming in with his own kit. The man is tall, slim, with a wicked smile, green eyes, and a riot of brown curly hair. He is a major flirt who loves to chat about anything and everything.

“Hey, Trevor. How have you been?” You give him a hug. The two of you had both started out at the same time and he was as close to a friend as you had in the industry.  

“Oh yah know, just living the dream!” He rolls his eyes, waving his hands in the air.

“Nice we get some space to spread out. Feels homey” You smile as you place paperwork into holders. 

The trailer was a newer model, with four stations, four chairs, mirrors, lights, and shelving. There was also a sink and hair sink. It was nice to have your own space. Often times you were allotted a small tent and much else. But here you had access to everything and it was warm against the never-ending rain. 

“Not to mention getting requested.” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows. “Like I didn't think that would ever happen.”

You both chuckle at the situation. You finish up and make sure all your bits and pieces are laid out. You’d print any notes for tomorrow and get them into binders. Also, need to make sure you are connected with everyone’s clouds. Digital wasn’t your niche but it was necessary. 

“Do you want me to grab anything for you? I am hitting up the usual haunts for goodies.” You ask, grabbing your purse. Downtown would be a nut house but having all the requested products was important. 

Trevor pauses the comb on his chin. “How about I text you the list I need? I think I need like four things?”

“Yep, that sounds good. I will see you tomorrow for camera tests”

***

You do three days of camera testing and running over lighting making sure everyone looks their best. It’s always a flurry, trying to find an easy groove that you all could work with. Liz took the first chair, Katie took the second chair, you were in third, and fourth was slated for fx. It was tight once everyone was in there and warm, but it worked and that’s really all you could ask for. 

Now near the end of the week came the first shoot day. Liz barely makes eye contact with you besides a ‘Good Morning’. You didn’t care, you knew what you needed to do, a detailed email had been sent out last night. Besides Walton, you had three other actors to take care of. Not surprisingly they were all male, Liz’s actual second was Katie. A petite woman with pin-straight blonde hair, a heart-shaped face, and a big personality. She loved doing anything cute and fun. So you got stuck with the rough end of things, but if you were honest that was your wheelhouse. Bruises, cut lips, red-rimmed eyes, bloody noses, looking a bit more disheveled and run down. Yep, all things you could do quickly and efficiently. Hopefully, the AD wouldn’t be too pushy. The first two men are easy enough, you and Trevor fall into a rhythm. Blasting some 80s music as you both drink Red Bulls and dance away. Katie joins in the fun as you all pretend to sing karaoke

The third man doesn’t show, which is annoying as hair in cream blush. You radio the AD who already sounds annoyed. He tells you he will bring Walton over ASAP to you. You let out a sigh and rub your face. You crack open another redbull and take a deep sip. The trailer ran on redbull, which was the preferable alternative. 

“Stepping up!” Yells a familiar voice. Walton comes in with a flurry, coffee in hand, sunglasses pushed up. He wiggles his way through everyone with polite hellos and hugs. He comes over and squeezes you into a tight embrace. You hug back your cheeks going a little pink. The man is striking both in looks and presence, his aura is calm and confident. His hair was jet black with silver sideburns, deep-set hazel eyes, and an infectious smile.

“Oh, it is so good to be back filming. Finally!” He flops himself into your chair crossing his long legs. He is already in costume well fitting jeans and a green button-up. 

“Nice to see you again.” You smile and get to work, “How’s the day treating you so far?”

“It’s been lovely, though I do miss the sunshine. Does it ever stop raining here?.” He chatters on. 

You finish skincare and get down to covering minor blemishes and making sure his eyebrows aren’t too wild. Trevor chitters back with the man as he sorts his hair into something a little neater than the fluff it was before. 

“There you are looking fantastic as always,” You croon and step away from the mirror. The man makes a shocked sound and inspects his face.

“Darlin’ you always make me look as pretty as a painting,” Walton giggles in a higher feminine voice, looking himself over in the mirror. 

“Oh hush,” You giggle back, “get your tight butt to set.” You shooed him out the door, he wiggled his butt and gave you a kiss on the cheek before swishing out the door. 

“That man is hilarious, it’s going to be a fun show,” Trevor stated with a chuckle as he prepared his set bag. “Do you think number three will show?”

You let out a sigh,” Probably not at this point, the AD is going to murder us if we don’t get to set now.”

***

Number three was standing on set, you felt anger roll over your shoulder. He was of average height with a face that looked as if he had a permanent scowl. At least you had brought an extra set bag. You grab the man’s arm firmly, hauling him away to stand under a set light. Trevor immediately trailed after you. He huffs and stands mostly still. You can smell weed on him, and judging by his red eyes he was stoned out of his mind. You hand him eyedrops, and the man sneers at you but puts them in. Letting some of the liquid spills on his face, you sigh.

“Look, nerves are normal.” You mutter more to yourself than anyone. “But coming here stoned and avoiding makeup and hair is not going to win you any brownie points.”

“I don’t need a lecture from you,” The man bites out, walking away as you tuck your brush back into your bag. You grumble and move over to your chair, you make eye contact with one of the AD’s who scoots over to you. 

“I apologize about Arnold not coming to your trailer, I didn’t realize he was here.” The man lets out his own sigh, “It won’t happen again.”

“He doesn’t like us at all. Going to make things a little tricky.” You reply trying not to call him a complete ass about him. 

AD nods his head, “I know. It will be dealt with.”

You walk over to the video village peering at the screens as you say hello to familiar faces. Everyone looked good, even Arnold, at least his eyes weren’t completely bloodshot. You take a particular look at Walton who seems to be letting himself get into character. Something flits in your heart as he looks up at the camera from under his brow. 

***

The day ends and you cycle through secondary actors, Arnold all but running out the door once he is done. You can’t help but glare at the man, the least he could do was say thank you for cleaning his dirty mug. 

You flop down in the chair as the rest of your coworkers clean their things. The buzz of your coworkers is somehow relaxing, you take a sip of cold coffee and clean your brushes. Another knock and you turn to see Walton walking in, he has run his hands through his hair so that it stands straight up.

You let out a chuckle, “Did you stick a fork in a socket.” Getting up to let the leading man sit in the chair. 

“Oh, this?” He says pointing at his head, “I thought it was supposed to look like this.”

The room erupts in laughter as he makes his eyes cross and sticks his tongue out pretending to be electrocuted. Shaking your head you get to work, skincare was just as important as the actual makeup. You were ever grateful the man thoroughly enjoyed being pampered and preened by everyone. Made your job so much easier. 

*I am definitely nervous about posting this. But I hope it's fun and cute. It's going to be a slow build and a lot of back and forth. But I promise it will be fun cute and a little moody. Just a pinch of angst cause why not. *

Chapter two

#walton goggins #au #alternate universe #fictional #2nd person pov #fanfic #walton goggins x reader #fan fiction #fantasy #writer

[sintiva]

percolator..// ∘* e. jaeger

୭̥⋆*｡ summary: in which eren can't keep his mouth off you, literally

୭̥⋆*｡ cw: established relationship, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, voice kink, eren cums in his pants, penetrative sex (+suggestive), we in the car..// wc. 1.4k

୭̥⋆*｡ notes: hi guysss, miss me?

“thought it was just gonna be a little.” you moan as your tear glazed eyes peer down at eren whose head is slotted perfectly between your thick thighs. after giving eren the most ridiculous head he’s ever received in the back of your car he just had to return the favor. he laid you down in the back, and pushed your panties to the side as his tongue dropped out of his mouth eagerly ready to make work of your insides.

“this,” he slurps up your juices on his tongue, “this is just a little.” he smirks.

“eren…” you quietly moan as your hips buck up into his mouth. your eyes cross in your head and you’ve got your hands balled in tight fist that push into the plushness of your hips. he likes to hear the pleasure on your tongue. it makes the rutting of his hard cock into the soft pink cushion of your car seats more pleasurable. he shouldn’t even be hard after the thick loads of cum he spilled into your throat, but he’s just so worked up.

he’s real good at making your pretty little clit perk up too. he can’t be the only one whose getting off — he loves to tell you how horny he gets from making you cum cause you just happen to look the prettiest when you’re cumming for him.

“yes, princess?” he smirks right against your cunny and swipes his tongue up over his lips. “mmm, i don’ know,” you grab on to his hair, and try to push him away from being so close. his nose purposely nudges against your clit and his fingers are striking a ferocious match that sparks up inside. it makes your body jerk as you feel a steady surge of pleasure wire through your body.

“rennie,” you whimper and it comes out as a squeal towards the end, “mmph — feels like ‘m gonna pee—” he nearly shoots up from his position, because you’ve gone through this before. a moment in your pleasure where you were so come over, and showered with pleasure that a clear liquid gushed right out of your pussy, and eren was on the receiving end drinking everything up — not allowing a single drop to slip by.

“that’s not what it is, princess,” he peers up at you, and at the same time you look back at him through tear heavy lashes, and eyes. you hiccup back a sultry moan, and eren’s ears tingle as he laps at your pussy like a starved dog. “jus’ means,” he slurps up, “— jus’ means your fucking pussy feels good.”

“d-don’t say it like that.” you shudder. you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, but you continue to grind your pussy against his hot tongue. you feel yourself fluttering as you near your orgasm.

“don’t be embarrassed,” he comes up for a bit of air, “want it all right here, princess.” he points to his mouth, and attaches it back to your clit as he sucks on it. he takes his middle and index fingers and massages your plush, soppy folds between them; making sure to squeeze them together a bit harder when he’s up at your pretty pink clit.

“e-ren,” you mewl weakly.

“babyyy.” he groans back. his hips thrust into the cushions a bit harder and his eyes roll into the back of his head. you just taste too good, and smell so fucking good he’s losing his mind. if your car was bigger he’d fold you up right now, and fuck his seed into you. he can only think about how adorable you puffy cheeks would look with a bunch of tears running down them.

he takes two of his digits, and steadily pushes them into your folds. there’s a bit of resistance from your hole, but he’ll get ‘em in. he looks like a madman; with strands of hair sticking to his face, and some of them fly lose from his bun. all of his hair nearly rest on his shoulders ready to abandon the weak hair tie he had it tied back with. “you’re squeezing tight, baby.”

he takes a moment to stare at your hole, “pussy’s so pretty ‘n pink.” the low grumble of words travels to your ears making you clench a bit tighter, “you like that?“ he giggles as he pushes his fingers in a bit more — just a couple more inches. the warmth of your insides are pleasurable along with the gentle throbbing he begins to feel as your pussy swallows up his fingers.

“gotta let me in, i wanna feel you.” he groans. your bodies burn hot in unison. “ ‘m tryin,” you moan back. “i know, baby.”

his fingers finally make it in, and when they do he curls them up. the long digits stroke at that spongy spot that makes you go fucking dumb. it makes your legs spread a bit wider, and has you fucking his hands with a slutty whine of your hips. “oh — my fuck!” you scream out.

he continues to lap at your clit with a calm flick of his tongue. you quickly crumble from both forms of pleasure. “r-ren.” you stutter weakly as you feel him, hungrily pulling your arousal right out of you. “that’s it, princess. all on my tongue.” he grins. your fingers twirl around the strands of hair as you bring his face impossibly closer to your pulsing heat. he slurps it up like soup, and his tongue swipes in between your folds; licking up any and everything that seeps out. but as you think you’re nearing an end you feel something knocking against your tummy.

it feels real warm and it doesn’t help that eren’s got your clit setting perfectly in between his puffy pink lips. he sucks gently at the nub as his fingers rush in and out of you filling up the car with the pure sound of how sloppy you get when his mouth gives your pussy some fucking attention. you try to push his head back, but he won’t let up. he’s not letting your heightened sensitivity escape him. “aht, aht,” he mumbles, “just a little more—“,

the last twirl of his tongue against your clit has you squirting all over his tongue. the clear liquid gushes out in cute spurts and eren’s dick throbs insanely hard. you attempt to push his head away, moaning endlessy as your body jerked. you wanted to scream out so bad, but you mouth just hung open with your tongue lolled right out the side. witnessing you trying to run from over stimulation makes the cum in his balls trickle from his tip. it makes him grind his leaking cock into the seats so much harder.

makes him wince out a pitiful, “fuckkk, baby — makin’ me cum.”

he groans into your pussy as his hot cum begins to taint his boxers, and on top of him being nose deep in your cunny — he’s in euphoria. your moans are a lustful gift to his ear, and it makes him all the more happier that he records these little sessions. gives him good material to fuck his hand too when he just can’t get your cute pouty face out of his head. better yet, when he thinks about how he has to look down at you, when he rest his chin on the top of your head and gets a face full of curls. the scent of coconut wafting up into his face.

when he gets to hold your waist in his hands, and sink his fingers ginto the fat of your stomach and next thing you know he’s humping you, because you feel so fucking soft and he just can’t help himself, and how horny he gets. but the way you look down at him now is too inviting. how your looking down at him again between your legs with your lip trembling between your teeth, hissing as he licks your clit again.

“tha’s enough — eren.” you squeal. he disregards how you tremble in the back seat and how you clasp your thighs tight around his head. but he knows how to handle you — he knows he’s so much stronger than you and he can easily pry your thick thighs back open. “can’t run from me.” he huffs.

“look how messy you made me.” he motions down to the giant wet spot in his sweats and you open your eyes wide as you still see the fat outline of his heavy cock. “gonna fuck you,” he grunts as he slips his sweats down with one hand and leads your calves to rest on his shoulders. he rubs the bottoms of your cute little feet, and kisses the souls of them before he’s now focused on your soppy pussy.

he grabs his cock and taps the tip right in between your folds. he pushes it right in between them and watches them part for him. he rubs his tip between them for a little bit until he angles it down and lines it up with your hole.

“you’re just too pretty not to fuck,” he gasps as he bottoms out, “take it like a good girl for me, yeah?”

“yes! hmm - i will daddy.”

#eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger #eren x black reader #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren aot #sin2.0

[lraerosesims]

How I draw: Silver Metallic Buttons for Sims 2 Textures

As we all know, Sims 2 doesn't really appreciate large file sizes/dimensions for it's textures, so sometimes you have work very closely with the individual pixels. Here is how I draw buttons. Video is sped up so don't feel like you need to draw as fast as me!

Side note: this tutorial is created on the basis that you already know how to use the basic functions of Sims BodyShop to extract the texture file. There's plenty of tutorials out there explaining that so please don't ask me to clarify on that part. Anyway, on to the buttons...↓↓↓

What you need:

A PC

Digital Drawing app (like Photoshop, Krita etc)

A Graphics Tablet with pen - you could try this with a mouse but I wouldn't recommend!

And obviously Sims 2/Sims 2 BodyShop

First off, create a new layer - we don't want this button permanently stuck to our base texture. Then I get a standard hard edge brush (I use Krita as my drawing software, so just use whatever hard brush is available in your preferred software/app). Because I'm making relatively small buttons, I make my brush 7.09px in size. Select a mid to light grey colour as the base. Make a single circle.

Then decrease the brush size to be nice and small. As a comparison to my 7.09px circle, I decrease to 0.01px for this next step. Choose a slightly darker grey colour and lightly sketch in a 'semi-circular line' about 3/4 of the way around just in from the edge of the circle. By lightly sketching - and not pressing down hard, you'll get varying tones on each pixel to represent different reflections on the 'metal'.

Next choose a darker grey again, and lightly sketch around the similar area as the last colour, but don't be too fussy on hitting the same pixels - we want varying tonal values for our shadows.

Then choose white and lightly sketch the 'catch light' part of the button. This doesn't need to be right in the centre, in fact it's better if it's off to the side, or towards the top more. We're not always facing directly towards a light source so this creates a more realistic lighting effect. You'll see me select the same mid to light base grey I used just to lightly dust over the edges of the white area to soften it a tiny bit (only do this if your white edge is a little to crisp).

After that I go back and forth between a few different tones of grey to lightly sketch over the parts we haven't really drawn on yet. This just helps create some gradual shading that enhances the 'roundness' of our very flat, very 2D button texture.

Once you're happy with the shadowing (remember it looks somewhat janky this close up, but you can always zoom out to see if the button looks more smooth when further away), you can then make another layer, and drag it below your newly made button layer in the layer menu. Select a soft edge brush and increase the size to slightly wider than your buttons overall size (I chose 9.14px compared to my 7.09px button)

Choose black from the colour wheel/palette and lightly build up the shadow underneath the button, gradually increasing size and opacity until desired tone. If the colour of the 'garment' in this texture is light then keep the shadow to a minimum, if it's dark then the shadow needs to be deep enough to show up.

Zoom out and inspect how this button looks further out. If you're satisfied, then merge the button and shadow layers together, copy/paste it as many times as needed for the garment you're texturing and Voila! You made buttons for a Sims 2 Texture!!

Feel free to ask any questions below - I'm definitely no professional, especially in creating tutorials so I'm more than happy to clarify if something didn't make sense.

#sims tutorial #digital drawing #retexture #drawing tutorial #ts2 #the sims 2 #digital art tips #lraerosesims #lraerosesims-tutorials

[theveesbf]

Hello!!

I would like to request a TADC headcanon, of the cast magician f! Reader! She can be a bunny, or a cat!

Thanks! :D

Have a nice day/night, eat, drink and sleep well!

TADC cast X Magician!Reader

⌗notes - Hello!! Thanks for the request! I hope it's good enough because it has been some time since I've watched the pilot but oh well-

⌗content - tadc cast x fem!cat!magician!reader headcannons

Pomni was having a hard time on getting used at being on the digital world. But luckily for her, you were there to help her get entertained! Pomni would always try to find the tricks you used but she never managed to do so.

Obviously you said it was just magic, and even if she was mad she couldn't find the trick, Pomni still liked seeing you do them.

Ragatha enjoyed seeing your tricks, especially the ones with cards. I don't know why, but I feel like Ragatha would like those ones. Just like that one trick "Is this your card?"

She'd be surprised every single time, and even if she wasn't really that worried about seeing what the tricks are, Ragatha still had to ask you. Not saying it of course! And she's fine with that, it's just generally fun to have something to get entertained other than whatever Caine had for the day.

Jax always tried to trick you back on your magic show for him. Which sometimes worked, sometimes not. Depends on how good your memory is. Jax's determined to find out what are the tricks you use without having to ask you. Not that you would answer him anyways. He hates, with his heart, the trick with the top hat you do. Mostly because you always manage to get him inside it, or you tease him about how he's a rabbit and he might be the next one.

Jax is going to pull your tail if you don't stop.

Gangle got surprised when you showed her the right card. Sometimes when she's feeling sad you go there and do her a simple magic trick to help her mood. You like to do tricks that works with optical illusion for her, that usually makes her try to see how you did it.

Gangle sometimes go and asks you to do a magic trick for her. Don't deny the poor girl, she gathered a lot of courage just to ask this.

Kinger got scared every time you pulled something from your hat. He likes when you do those things that disappears and reappears. Whenever you host a magical show in the digital world, Kinger was in the front roll trying to understand what was happening. He is one of the few people that didn't asked you about how you make the tricks.

Tried replicating something once. Didn't go well.

Zooble doesn't really like magical shows a lot so they might not be that interested. But if you do manage to catch their attention, Zooble's favorite trick would be the ones with cards too. They don't really like those things a lot as I said, but whenever you had a trick to show them, Zooble is happy to watch. Zooble doesn't really care about the tricks, preferring to just let you tell them it's real magic.

Caine really enjoys your magic tricks, and he's always there in case you wanna show him. He would never leave alone, always asking about how you did it. Try telling him just one trick, that way he might be satisfied. Would try to make some activity that had to do with your magic shows.

Likes to help you prepare your shows with whatever you need! Just ask Caine, and he'll do it!

#pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #gangle x reader #kinger x reader #tadc x reader #zooble x reader #caine x reader #the amazing digital circus #Tadc #♡ star's writing

[sunstone-smiles]

Measuring Mishap

(I’m sorry that the picture is so blurry-)

Author’s note: Another fic with Miguel after I said I would only make one? I couldn’t help myself. Can you blame me? Lol! I hope you enjoy!

Series: Across the Spider-Verse

Characters: Miguel O’Hara and Lyla

Word count: 2,242

Summary: Lyla is assisting Miguel by measuring him for a new spider suit, but a small mishap occurs in the process that leads the AI to instead discover a playful piece of information about him that can make him laugh.

—

It’s hard enough tearing Miguel away from his work, let alone asking the man to stand still. He always has to be active with something, whether it’s skimming through files, capturing anomalies, or making sure that everything in the Spider-Society is in working order, so taking a break is not one of his strong points.

Miguel huffs as he stands in his spider suit on a short, cylindrical platform, his arms crossed. Above him, two robotic limbs hang from a steel frame like the strings of a marionette. A yellow strip of measuring tape is held in the metal fingers of the robotic hands as the contraption measures Miguel from shoulder to shoulder.

Miguel taps his foot on the ground and exhales an impatient sigh. “Lyla, how much longer is this going to take?” he turns to the AI in question, who’s floating beside his head.

“Just a few more measurements and you’ll be good to go,” Lyla taps away on a digital screen in front of her. Matching her own hand movements in sync, a robotic hand taps at the air alongside her while Lyla makes her note. “What’s the rush anyway? You don’t have any meetings scheduled for later.”

“I just want to get back to business, that’s all.”

“Business?” Lyla hovers backwards, almost offended. “I’m measuring you for a new suit to enhance your abilities so you can catch anomalies with more ease,” she demonstrates by controlling the robotic limbs to take Miguel’s arm away from its crossed state, then measuring it from shoulder to wrist, “It doesn’t get more business-y than that.”

“You know what I mean, Lyla,” Miguel shakes his head. “Work, reports, surveillance, making sure the anomalies are properly contained—instead of standing still like this. That kind of business.”

Lyla pulls the measuring tape and the mechanical arms away to type another note. “Yeah, I get it. But doesn’t it feel nice to take a break every once and a while? It definitely gets you away from those screens you always slouch over.” She throws a teasing grin at him and tries to straighten out his back with the robotic hands, like she’s posing an action figure. “I mean, just look at what it’s doing to your posture!”

“My posture is fine,” Miguel grumbles. He shifts his shoulders. “I only feel like every single second that I’m away from my hands-on work, another multiverse is potentially being swallowed whole.”

“Ugg, you’re being dramatic again. And also mathematically incorrect. On average we have three anomalies each day, meaning that every twenty-eight thousand eight hundred seconds another multiverse is in danger, not every single second.” She smirks down at him, pleased with her correction.

Miguel rolls his eyes. “Can we just get back to the task at hand, please?” He starts to fidget in his spot, like stretching out his arms to keep himself occupied, yet he’s moving around too much for Lyla to continue measuring him. The AI temporarily hangs the strip of measuring tape on the metal frame above them.

“I’m just saying that you can benefit from loosening up for a bit,” Lyla’s ramblings begin to wander as she tries to position Miguel with the mechanical arms to stand still on the platform, but she’s not paying complete attention to where the robot hands are drifting, “You know, like taking a moment to de-stress. It wouldn’t hurt to try—”

Lyla is suddenly cut off by an uncharacteristic yelp emanating from Miguel. Miguel snatches the robotic wrists away from his sides and fires a glare at Lyla, “Watch where you’re putting these things!” 

Processing the aftermath of the yelp, the AI quickly deduces that while she wasn’t paying attention, she must have accidentally squeezed his sides. 

“Oh! Sorry, sorry!” Lyla regains control of the robotic limbs. She properly guides them back towards his torso, but Miguel flinches away, as if on reflex. Lyla tilts her head in curiosity. She shrugs it off and maneuvers the arms close to his sides to hold him straight, but again, Miguel jumps away without her touching him, as if he was suddenly anxious of the mechanical hands.

She tries once more, but every time the robotic hands get close, he recoils and restarts her progress. Lyla narrows her eyes at him and pouts. “Miguel, hold still,” she tries to catch him without him flinching away, almost like corralling a startled horse into a stable. She attempts to grab at his arm, “I can’t get accurate measurements if you keep—”

“Hey!” Miguel tenses up with a squeak when she mistakenly pinches at his ribs. 

Lyla pulls the robot hands away, smiling with intrigue at the sound Miguel just made. “What was that?” she giggles.

Miguel tightens his arms closer to his chest, almost like he wanted to sink into himself. Miguel clears his throat. He adverts his eyes from Lyla's gaze. “It was—”

“Nothing?” she cuts him off with a sly smile, “I thought you would say that. Analyzing what just occurred now.”

“Lyla wait, don’t-

The pixels of Lyla’s heart-shaped glasses flash twice. “Analyzing complete. I detected a hint of laughter in your voice. And came to the conclusion that…” Lyla pauses as her data is pieced together. “No…” her mouth widens along with her eyes. “No way!”  her voice heightens with excitement. “You’re—!”

Miguel barks, “Don’t say it!”

“You’re ticklish!”

Miguel face palms with a growling sigh, flinching just hearing that word. “You said it…”

Lyla giggles excitedly, almost squealing like a fangirl. “How am I just learning about this now?! I need to know all the juicy details! Like, where are you the most ticklish?” She teasingly moves the robot arm with wiggling fingers towards his stomach. Miguel quickly grabs the wrist of the contraption before it can make contact.

“L-Lyla! This is not the time for these unnecessary activities!” he shoves the metal limb away from him.

“Nah, I think this is a perfect time! What you need is a good laugh!” She commands a robot limb to grab Miguel’s left wrist above his head, like she was innocently going to measure his arm for his new suit. “So, are you ticklish here?” Lyla quickly says and flutters her fingers to control the robot’s fingers to do the same into his underarm. Miguel sucks in a gasp and swiftly yanks his arm down, bringing it close to his body and clinging tightly to his own wrist.

“Hey!” Miguel snarls towards the AI, but Lyla had already zoomed behind him and switched to his other shoulder.

“Or here?” Lyla wiggles the chilled robotic fingers into the side of his neck. Miguel instantly scrunches up his shoulders and growls to hold back any further reaction to the tingly scratches. Trying to fight back, he attempts to nab the robot hand out of the air, but Lyla promptly dodges herself and the hands out of the way and behind him.

“Or how about here!” Lyla slips both robot hands into Miguel’s underarms from behind, striking like a snake. Miguel yelps and arches his back from the surprise, immediately clamping both of his arms to his sides and snarling to cover up any giggles that need to be stifled. 

“L-Lyla!” Miguel barely chokes back an audible giggle from slipping through while trying to squirm from her grasp. His mouth twitches on and off with a smile that shows off his fangs and his frame begins to lurch forward, like he wants to curl up into a ball, the longer he holds his laughter. 

“Come on!” Lyla exclaims from behind, “Stop hiding your laughter! Let me hear it!”

Miguel has to hold strong. Who knows what data-collecting Lyla can do with one of his giggly reactions if she gets her hands on it. She of course wouldn’t do anything that could hurt him, but the flustering earful of teases that he’ll hear afterwards is enough to keep himself from giving in to the easy route. Miguel faces this like a challenge.

He growls through his fangs like a big cat fending off a stronger force. “Absolutely n-not! Aye!” he squeaks when Lyla moves the mechanical hands down to both of his sides, clawing into the vulnerable area. Miguel throws his arms around himself in defense, his smile turning more wobbly by the second as he tries to hold back the giddy bouncing of giggles jumping on pogo sticks in his belly.

“Ah ha! Getting closer! I just have to get past your stubbornness!” Lyla smiles and moves one of the robot hands towards his ribs, teasingly scratching at a spot between the curved bones through the material of his suit. Miguel jolts and snickers start to spill out through hisses bypassing his fangs. He squeezes one arm to his side while the other tries to pry the robotic wrist away from wiggling into his ribs. She’s getting closer to breaking through the dam of his laughter and she knows it.

“Knock it ohohoff!” a giggle slips through Miguel’s defenses. He’s doomed. Lyla grins. Now is the moment she’s been waiting for.

Lyla’s glasses flash when she sees the opening she was planning in her sight. The other robotic hand by Miguel’s side whirs with Lyla’s control, then strikes directly at his tummy, swiping its clawed fingers back and forth like a sponge. “Gotcha now, Miguel!”

“GAH! Lylahahahaha!” Miguel finally bursts into robust laughter. He stumbles backwards, nearly falling, but Lyla places the palm of the second robot hand on the center of his back to stabilize him. However, although he’s still standing, his wriggling torso is caught in between the clawed hand vibrating at his tummy and the one stabilizing him. He throws his giggling head forward with a huge, fanged smile on his face, then grabs at the robotic wrist in an attempt to tug away the mischievous machine hand at his stomach. “Dahahamn it!” Miguel shouts through his laughter, knowing that Lyla has come out victorious. One of the strongest spider-men has been defeated by his own AI with a little bit of tickling.

“There’s that laugh I was looking for!” Lyla smiles along with Miguel. “Why did you have to go and hide it? Now I have to make up for all the laughter I missed!” Seeing another advantage to tease him, Lyla scoops up both of Miguel’s wrists in one robotic hand and pulls his arms out in front of him. 

“I’ll take those, thank you,” she beams above him. She then uses the unoccupied robotic hand to reach the ticklish places she tried before, now that the gates that were holding back his laughter have erupted.

Miguel squeals and jolts with laughter as the free mechanical hand scritches and scribbles at the rest of his torso. Lyla swiftly switches from spot to spot, like a scratch to his ribs, a squeeze to his sides, a scribble or two to his belly and underarms. She pokes around his whole torso, sending Miguel into a squirming, giggling frenzy. 

“Lylahahahaha!!! Quihihihit it!” Miguel attempts to tug back his arms as his joyful laughter fills the room. He releases a snort, then buries his face in his shoulder, trying to hold on to any dignity he has left. 

“No wonder you couldn’t hold still! You’re just that ticklish!” Lyla giggles at Miguel’s reaction. “Ironically though, I’m still able to get some measurements from you. Of where you’re the most ticklish, that is, which I determine to be your belly! Your laughter is zero point five decibels higher in that spot than the rest of your tickle spots! Watch!” Lyla then takes the opportunity to return to scribbling at his stomach, causing Miguel to squeak and increase the volume of his laughter, just as expected.

“LYLA!” Miguel calls out her name again in an attempt to scold her, even though his voice is currently laced with silly sounding laughter, “Thahahahat’s enohohohough!!!”

“Aww, so soon? But alright, I gotcha,” Lyla smiles and releases his wrists. Miguel instantly wraps his arms around himself, panting as he catches his breath from the tickle attack.

Lyla floats over to his shoulder. “See? Now wasn’t that fun?”

Miguel huffs out a growl. He glares at Lyla out of the corner of his eye. “That was NOT fun!”

“Say what you want Miguel,” Lyla shrugs with a lingering, all-knowing smile on her face, “but I can read that your body language is much more relaxed than it was before.”

Miguel opens his mouth to counter her, but he stops himself. He looks away from her with a defeated scowl. A small blush heats in his cheeks. He, unfortunately, can’t argue with her data about him feeling more relaxed.

Lyla hovers back to his other side to grab the measuring tape that she had previously hung on the contraption's metal frame. “Now, let’s get back to business. I still need to finish measuring you for real.”

Miguel flinches away from her, reflexively bringing his arms close to his body for split second defense. “There’s more?!” he frantically questions.

The AI chuckles at his flustered reaction. “Hehe, relax Miguel. I promise I won't tickle you on purpose,” she holds out a reassuring, open palm. “But you better hold still this time,” she ends her sentence with a lighthearted smirk. 

Needless to say, Miguel fully understands that he should listen to her advice, but at least the short break in the middle of their work wasn’t a total waste of time.

#spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #atsv lyla #lyla spiderverse #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey it me again. Let’s try this for round two of my request for the tadc cast ( plus Caine) helping a reader with crutches at the breakfast table after they accidentally left them for the new i.h.a.

TADC cast x reader who uses crutches!

Side note I'm on mobile still for tumblr and my asks are getting weirder; the asks look fine in the inbox but when I go to answer them it like. Makes it on long thing, single worded lines. it's annoying and I dont like it!! It happened with the last request too grrrgrr

CAINE:

It takes him a while because it's not uncommon for circus members to skip out on IHAs, I mean zooble openly says they dont want to do them! But when he decides to go make sure you're not doing anything you're not supposed to (cough cough going into the void/j) he stumbles upon you

You can practically see the gears running in his head before he realizes the issue

Immediately zooms to your side and makes a show of apologies while helping you up

Shit he might even be frantic enough to scoop you up

Honestly I feel like Caine would feel so so bad and he would try to make it up to you

POMNI:

Feels very bad when she realizes you're not around; shes still trying to get hard to the digital world so shes still learning everyone and their whole deals

You know how some characters run with their hands out in front of them. In like a weird scurry. I think pomni would lowkey run like that when she tries to search every corner of the circus for you. Shed already check your room and a bunch of the halls before she even thinks about the main area

Letting out a stream of apologies as she gives you a hand, trying to let you know that she didnt do this to be malicious or hurtful

I think it would take a while longer for pomni to really, really, embed your needs into her schedule since shes juggling so much between coming to terms with being trapped and finding an exit, but she does promise to do better (and she does, eventually!)

RAGATHA:

It's rare that ragatha would just up and forget something like you needing crutches to really be able to move around; even rarer for ragatha to forget you as a whole for a brief moment

No I think the only way this scenario would work is if caine suddenly sprang up the days adventure out of no where as soon as the last person was done eating; and he decides to make it a really high energy chaotic one that takes everyone off guard

It's not long until she remembers you were left behind, though, shes probably one of the few who would take probably at most 10 or so minutes to go and get you.. jax is the second, oddly enough

That said she's apologizing and fretting over you before filling you in on everything you missed

Very sweet very nice, she wont let it happen again

JAX:

I like to think that jax does the "really fast run that he did leaving kaufmos room" a few times, especially when hes struck with a brilliant idea for a prank. So there definitely has been at least a couple instances where he left you behind. It's not so much that hes doing it out of malice, but its like. Those huge motivation spikes that prompt you to work ASAP, you know?

"Heh did you see that, reader?" After the prank he planted in an IHA goes off, turning around to find you're not here

Puts two and two together and runs off to where you were before and pulls you up

Lazy apology, I think, I mean I think jax is the type of person to struggle with apologizing but thats just me

KINGER:

Genuinely forgets because I mean... kinger has multiple instances of forgetting/not noticing gangle is right next to him in the pilot.. so do I really need to explain that kinger simply forgets? Obviously hes not doing it to be mean, assuming kinger truly is losing his marbles

I think it would require someone else outwardly asking where you are before he suddenly swivels in every direction trying to find you

Similar to pomni he runs around trying to find you before finding you by chance

Rather than immediately apologizing and helping you he runs over to you and expresses that he was scared SKMETHING had happened to you and how relieved he is to find that ultimately, you're okay

Then the streams of apologies start

Though I think this is a rare occurrence, because hes always trying to keep you in his line of sight; to align it with my other kinger hcs.. hmm.. perhaps this could happen in one of his worse days

ZOOBLE:

Zooble likely skips IHAs, so it would admittedly take them a while to find you. I mean if they're not at the IHA then they cant notice you're missing. I think they would find you when they decide to leave their room to wander the grounds, far from the chaos and

Oh!

You're kinda just, there. It looks like you had fallen over, your crutches far out of reach; perhaps you had tried to leave yourself after being stranded for a while

Zooble feels.. bad.. but they're flat in terms of expressing their emotions outside of annoyance and fear/surprise, so it kind of comes off as a

"Oh shit man my bad" reaction as they quickly try to get you your crutches and help you up

Takes you to their room after the fact, apologizing for bolting off so fast after breakfast

GANGLE:

Doesnt take long for her to realize you're not here, too, shes probably behind jax in regards of how fast shes going to retrieve you. Letting out these short squeaked apologies while helping you up; probably struggles doing so because shes made of ribbon and likely isnt that sturdy (I'm sorry that was mean)

Honestly you two probably skip out in the remainder of the IHA, gangle feels too horrible to go out and continue it snd you're tired, you know?

Two mirmir

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[pedgito]

yay congrats on 1k!!! can i request “who’s going to stop us, huh?” with eddie <3

maybe with the goody two shoes!reader if the trope helps, if not tHATS OKAY <33

author's note: for my 1k celebration. this wasn't where i originally intended for this to go, but this is just a look inside my thoughts at 7 in the morning as i wrote this, forgive me.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), fem!reader, innocent!reader (sort of), fingering, eddie being a wonderful and adorable boyfriend

word count: 1.5k

Eddie twirled the frilly material of your pristine, pink bow around his finger, a little strand of your hair getting caught. He laughs softly, smoothing out the perfectly curled ponytail, admiring the way your cheeks blush a deep shade of red, the heat of his breath ghosting over the back of your neck.

No matter how hard you tried, you always ended up in these situations. 

Eddie was a terribly bad influence—always getting you in trouble with your parents, getting you to skip glass, god forbid your grades drop, which luckily they hadn’t, but they were on that very thin teetering line and you were fed up. Fed up.

But, then you looked at him and you couldn’t help it. 

He was the reminder you needed, to not take everything so seriously, allow yourself to breathe, think, and do something for yourself for once. He had, essentially, ruined all other men for you. No one compared, not even Jason.

“Did you pass that big test you were so worried about?” Eddie speaks softly, his chest pressed against your back, head tilted over your shoulder. He hovered, so desperate to always have a hand on you. You loved it.

“Mhmm.” You acknowledge, fingers dancing across his hand that was resting against your hip, dipping underneath the cute, white button up you had worn that day. “How did your English paper turn out?”

He whips the schoolwork from his pocket, unfolding it in front of you. “Solid C minus, can’t complain.” He tells you, a smile evident in his voice. He tosses the flimsy paper to the side, having only held onto it to show you, in hopes you might be willing to reward him for such diligent work. “You’re wearing the skirt again.” He comments absently, hands exploring lower, twisting the material in his fingers. 

Luckily, you two had enough privacy here, in the wooded area where he did most of his after school deals. Otherwise, people might start getting the wrong idea—not that it wasn't obvious what you two were getting up to. Eddie was definitely aiming to get somewhere, but you weren’t too confident that you could meet him halfway. 

“I am.” You agree, crossing one leg over the other, the laces of your white converse knocking together as you leaned back into him. “What’s the big deal?”

Eddie chuckles darkly, deft hand sliding between your thighs, wedged between where they had been crossed. Eddie was determined, not one to let up too easily. You really couldn’t find it in yourself to argue, either. But, you did have things to worry about. The idea of someone walking up on you two, in such a compromising position—it was mortifying.

“Eddie,” You whine in protest, watching the skin on his hand flex over his knuckles, his fingers digging gently into your thigh. All you have to do is part them…just a smidge, “we can’t.”

“Who’s gonna stop us, huh?” Eddie challenges, your legs parting easily, falling victim to his delicate touches, hand trailing up the inside of your thigh, ghosting over the thin material of your underwear. “No one comes out here.”

“You say that—“ You say on an exhale, hands planted on either side of Eddie’s legs, struggling to hold yourself upright with the pressure he was pressing against your already soaking wet cunt. He was teasing, like the menace he was, not daring to slip a hand under the fabric. 

“I know it.” He whispers into your ear, a single digit dragging up and against your covered clit, drawing a soft gasp from your chest.

“Eddie.” You protest again, words hanging on your tongue but never leaving, the heat in your lower abdomen growing as he finally, finally dipped a finger inside your underwear, running through your folds.

“Hey,” He shushes, “You’ve been so worked up and worried, let me do this.” And you have, he’s seen it. All month you’ve been nothing but a giant ball of stress, taut and ready to explode at any minor inconvenience. You never had time like this anymore, always shoving your face into a book or another pile of homework you had to finish before the day was over. 

He just wanted to take care of you. 

“Okay,” You sigh quietly, breath hitching as he dipped a finger inside of you, curling slightly as he dragged his thumb over your clit, moving in small, gentle circles, “just be careful.”

“Always am, aren’t I?” He says, brushing your bangs away from your ear, kissing gently at the tip of your ear, his fingers doing all the dirty things you wanted his mouth to do to you. 

You nod jerkily, moaning out as he dipped a second finger inside, hands grasping the wood of the picnic table, leaning further into Eddie’s chest. He laughs, shifting to help keep you upright, his movements inside of you never faltering. You gasped, a high pitched whine as he hit that delicate sweet spot inside of you.

“Eddie,” You sound desperate, a broken sob leaving you mouth as he picks up his pace, “feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He’s so fucking smug all the time, “Pussy feels so good around my fingers, bet it would feel even better around my—“

“Eddie.” Your tone is more forceful, a warning. You two hadn’t even had sex yet, it was one of the main rules you had for yourself, at least until you’ve managed to get through the semester with perfect grades, then you could allow yourself that one, very simple indulgence. And you wanted Eddie, so badly that it hurt. He understood, too—he didn’t ever seem upset about it, but he was attracted to you, in every way possible. So, could you really blame him?

And if his hands and mouth were this good, you weren’t sure how you would be able to keep it together when you finally had the chance to take him fully, the feeling of his dick pressed against your back already intimidating enough. 

“Sorry, princess.” He apologizes, picking up his pace gradually. He focuses his attention on your swollen, sensitive clit—watching the way your body jerks slightly, on the brink of another blissful orgasm at the hands of Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. “Just thinking.”

You still couldn’t grasp how or why Eddie had taken any interest in you at all, you didn’t feel special. But, Eddie made it very clear that you were so much more than what you saw yourself as. 

You moan out, feeling yourself clinch around his fingers, your arm desperately coming up to wrap around his neck from behind, pulling at his jacket, his hair, anything. You felt like you were finally going to explode now, all that pent up stress and anxiety at its tipping point.

“It’s okay,” He murmurs, your shoes planted against the seat of the table, rutting up against his hand. You were red with embarrassment, feeling meek at how badly you wanted this, “enjoy it, sweetheart. You deserve it.” 

And you do. You do fucking deserve it.

You cry out, bound to attract attention—some few black crows scurrying away from their branches at the sound, Eddie’s hand flying up to cover your mouth as you ride out your orgasm against his hand, hips chasing his fingers as he held on tight, waiting until you were finally still to let go. 

“That never gets old.” Eddie laughs softly, wiping his wet fingers on the black handkerchief that hung from his pocket, helping you situate yourself more comfortably, your underwear feeling sticky and cold now, Eddie’s hand no longer providing the warmth you needed. “I didn’t take you for a screamer.”

You swat Eddie on the arm, pointing a painted nail in his face, “What did we talk about?” You ask petulantly, waiting for him to answer. A grin breaks out over his face.

“No distractions until the semester is over.” He tells you, sounding entirely too flippant about it. “But hey, you weren’t saying no.”

You sigh, giving up. He was right, you couldn’t resist him, not like this. 

“All that Eddie, Eddieee,” He mocks playfully, imitating your soft moans, “seems like you were enjoying yourself, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Oh, don’t even go there,” You warned Eddie, knowing exactly where your mind was going, “have you forgotten what you sound like with your dick in my mouth?”

And it really shouldn’t turn Eddie on, the way you speak so openly and raw about it, it was like hearing you curse, something that was just as much of a rarity as this. 

Eddie holds his hand up in defeat, surrendering to your deadly gaze. You smile triumphantly, giving him a chaste peck on his lips. “Now, get me home before my parents decide to give me another lecture about you.”

Eddie nods dutifully, two fingers coming up to his forehead in salute. “As you wish, princess.” 

And truly, you couldn’t resist the gloriously peeved off expression your parents had whenever you’re loud, head banging, rock music loving boyfriend dropped you off to your house everyday, feeling their blood boil just a little hotter. 

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #my writing #1kfc

[erzatz3117]

Ok, I really need to try my hand at this

YOU: With a bright green flash, the antediluvian servers of Automattic memorised your newest piece of miscellaneous Total Decay illustration.

TRIVIA [Trivial: Success]: "Dahn Sinkewicz and Total Decay" is the book you've been writing, with inconsistent success, for the past 7 months.

TORTURED ARTIST [Easy: Success]: Do you think he could just *forget* about his upcoming nearly-finished magical-realist, new-sincerity, Columbo-meets-Boris-goddamn-Yeltsin detective masterpiece?

DECONSTRUCTION [Medium: Success]: Will it become less derivative if you add more compound adjectives? Also, I don't think "magical-realist" should be hyphenated.

BLACK MIRROR OF PRE-APOCALYPTIC POST-TRUTH: Time is dripping from the ceiling, it's drops making monotone clicking sounds. No living soul has observed your art yet. Or, at least, did not feel anything at all in the process.

1. "What am I doing wrong? I checked all the boxes!"

2. [Delete your Tumblr account immediately.]

YOU: [Delete your Tumblr account immediately.]

BLACK MIRROR OF PRE-APOCALYPTIC POST-TRUTH: You will not leave this place. You have one too many *mutuals*.

1. "What am I doing wrong? I checked all the boxes!"

YOU: What am I doing wrong? I checked all the boxes!

BOX-FITTING [Easy: Success] You even posted it at the correct *time window*!

TRIVIA [Medium: Failure] Don't fret, towarisch, this lack of activity is easily explained by... Sorry, I'll sit this one out.

DECONSTRUCTION [Hard: Success]: Maybe we could look at it from an artistic perspective?

TORTURED ARTIST: What are you implying? It's awesome! Atleast, it is certainly better than some *creations* you see on here occasionally...

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] SHUT UP, FOR REAL. Do I need to refer you to the sign?

+5 XP gained from thought "Never Be Mean"

NERD-JOCK TRANSUBSTANTIATION [Legendary: Success]: You're obviously just not cut for this liberal arts nonsense, bratan! You have gym practice this Wednesday, remember? Your only goal is *the grind*, so show them you don't care about online recognition!

1. [Attempt to throw a tantrum.]

1. [Attempt to throw a tantrum.]

NODE COORDINATION [Impossible: Failure]: The neural pathway previously used for rapid mental mobilisation has dissipated under pressure from punitive education practices and liberal consumption of inhibitory neurotransmitters. I am sorry.

NERD-JOCK TRANSUBSTANTIATION [Hard: Success] Is that yarn-head trying to say that you can't *get angry* anymore?

HOMEOSTASIS: I'm clicking all the right buttons, yet nothing is happening. So yes, our capability for strong emotions has largely atrophied.

NERD-JOCK TRANSUBSTANTIATION [Impossible: Failure]: Wow, that... sucks, bratan. We will have to work around this in the future, I guess...

BLACK MIRROR OF PRE-APOCALYPTIC POST-TRUTH: The obsidian obelisk shudders, emitting a familiar glow: a new notification from Tumblr.

BLACK MIRROR OF PRE-APOCALYPTIC POST-TRUTH: Let's see: your mutual liked your post...

TORTURED ARTIST [Easy: Success] Where did I put my corkscrew?

DECONSTRUCTION [Medium: Success] I wouldn't be so optimistic.

BLACK MIRROR OF PRE-APOCALYPTIC POST-TRUTH: It's a... *funny-haha* post you reblogged an hour ago.

EMPATHY [Hard: Failure]: It seems as if we are the only unpopular person here.

TRIVIA [Trivial: Success]: That is a mathematical impossibility.

1. [Try again to come up with a reasonable explanation for why the notes under your art never exceed single digits.]

2. "You know, this just makes me more convinced that social networks are an instrument of isolation, not connection." [Send the art to that one guy on Discord who seems to like it.]

2. "You know, this just makes me more convinced that social networks are an instrument of isolation, not connection." [Send the art to that one guy on Discord who seems to like it.]

DIGITAL SPECTRE OF A FRIEND OF A FRIEND: It takes the man you only know from a vestigial meme server a couple seconds to look at the image you've sent to him. He finally answers...

DIGITAL SPECTRE OF A FRIEND OF A FRIEND: "Hey, that is pretty nice! I am always blown away by the depth of your worldbuilding!"

MORALE HEALED +1

EMPATHY [Medium: Success]: Okay, at least this guy likes us.

DECONSTRUCTION [Easy: Success] This veritably shows that our art is not *bad*, so something else must be going on here.

NERD-JOCK TRANSUBSTANTIATION [Medium: Success]: Hey, this bro is *real*!

NOISE SUPPRESSION [Easy: Success]: Everything inside you feels lighter, *validated*, somehow.

1. [Excitedly jump out of your bed.]

2. [Output a highly memetic sound of deep satisfaction.]

1. [Excitedly jump out of your bed.]

EXPLOSIVE POWER [Formidable: Failure]: Your brain sends out a clear signal, but your sore muscles don't move a millimeter.

HOMEOSTASIS: Sorry, boss, not happening. We should've had more that one meal today if we wanted to perform entrance-level acrobatic tricks like that.

2. [Output a highly memetic sound of deep satisfaction.]

2. [Output a highly memetic sound of deep satisfaction.]

NOMINALIZATION [Trivial: Success]: I know a couple good ones, *bestie*. Would look really *-core* on your *moodboard*, or whatever.

YOU: "Yipee!", you say, "Wahoo!", you whimper.

UNDIAGNOSED MENTAL ILLNESS (AKA "THE TUTORIAL"): This feedback cycle has officially concluded. You must create more art to feel satisfaction again.

HOMEOSTASIS [Trivial: Success]: Can we go to sleep now? Tomorrow is gonna be hell by all margins...

BLACK MIRROR OF PRE-APOCALYPTIC POST-TRUTH: Hey, you can't go! You'll miss so much stuff you won't care about!

1. "You're right, my beloved obelisk!" [Keep scrolling for 4 more hours, completely ruining your following week.]

2. "Sorry, *siliconstie*, but I really need to go." [Finally go to sleep.]

2. "Sorry, *siliconstie*, but I really need to go." [Finally go to sleep.]

Thought gained: The Ovine Enumerator

#disco elysium #writing #total decay

[morallygreyyn]

so sorry to bother you! but can you do a hisoka rivals to lovers? can be fluff angst or smut! whatever you want!

fair and square (hisoka x reader)

description: hisoka had, much to your dismay, always one-upped you throughout your entire school career. however once you're paired up with your sworn rival for a class project, he reveals something that gives you the power to finally beat him...

authors note: rivals to lovers is literally a top tier trope but i can do you one better...now hear me out...academic rivals to lovers with a dash of enemies to lovers thrown into the mix you're also a smidge of a tsundere in this

this is also such an old request i'm so sorry it took me ages to get round to it i really hope it's worth the wait characters aged up and in the last year of school!

warnings: none surprisingly other than swearing

word count: 3.1k

requests are open!

You had never expected your school life to be as infuriating as it had turned out to be. Constant stress, anger and bitterness would be the descriptive words you’d choose to summarise the past three years. This wasn’t down to the school itself though. You had always been one who prides themselves at being number one in everything and school was no exception. You worked hard, you studied diligently and put your all into everything school threw your way. With all your effort, you expected to be at the very top of your year group and yet, there was always one name just above yours. One name you cursed over and over again. 

Hisoka Marrow. 

He beat you in everything, but only by a single percentage. A single digit. It was as if he was doing it on purpose. Like your own personal demon sent to mock you. 

The worst part was that he didn’t even try. You could always hear him brag to his friends how little effort he put into his studies and yet he always somehow got top marks. He always seemed to speak louder when you were around, as if he was making sure you could hear him. 

But you, you tried so hard. Studying had become almost a religion to you and to see someone who puts no effort in and not just match your grades but beat them? You were fit to blow a fuse. 

You shouldn’t care, it was only a single digit after all, but as time passed, the more that single digit meant to you. Very quickly it became all you could think about. 

So when your teacher announced that there would be a competition within your year group where you and an assigned teammate had to research and make a project and present it at the end of the month, you were all for it. 

You went home that evening, already researching topics of interest that you had covered in class. Secretly in the back of your mind however, you were plotting the downfall of your rival. Hisoka who puts no effort into anything? No way was he going to research a project topic. You had this in the bag. 

Heading into school the next morning, you saw that the teams were announced and hung on the notice board. 

You checked the board with barely contained glee, finally ready to crush your nemesis once and for all, however every single one of your fantasies came crashing down once you saw whose name was beside yours. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Hello, y/n.” You could practically hear the mocking purr in his voice. 

“Why you?” You wanted to scream in frustration. Of all the people to get partnered with, it had to be Hisoka? Was that even fair for the rest of the class? “Why did it have to be you?”

“Because it looks like you need academic help.”

You decided not to respond for fear of doing something that would result in suspension. 

“Careful not to drag me down to your level.” You growled at his words, almost tearing the notes in your hand but Hisoka nonetheless continued with his taunt. “Or alternatively, I could raise you up.”

“If anything, you’ll be the one to drag me down.”

Smiling, he grabbed your chin and brought your face too close to his. “We’ll see about that.”

“Yes we will.” You pushed him away, ignoring the rising heat in your cheeks. 

Having had just about enough of your rival turned teammate for a lifetime, you stalked off to class, grumbling the entire way. 

By the time the final bell rang signalling the end of the day, you had succumbed to misery. It didn’t help that Hisoka slammed his palm on your desk, alerting you to his irritating presence. 

“Well, partner of mine, don’t we have a project to work on?”

“Piss off.” You mumbled, gathering your things. 

“You can’t ignore me if you want to pass. This is a team project, remember?”

The annoying thing was that he was right. 

“I’m going to the library.” You stated, not inviting him but knowing he’d follow anyway. You were right. 

Your school’s library was open until the early hours of the morning so it made the perfect place to get work done. 

“This is the library, Hisoka. I know you’ve never seen one in your life so be careful not to get lost.” You quipped, claiming a desk for two people. 

Hisoka grinned as if he found what you said hilarious. “Aye aye captain, I’ll stick as close to you as I possibly can.”

True to his word, as you were pouring over the bookshelves for inspiration, you tripped over the boy who decided to stand directly behind you. More than once. 

“I’m going to kill you.”

Hisoka stalked even closer to you. Levelling his head with yours, you got a good look at his manic grin and devilish eyes. “Do it then.”

“I didn’t mean literally, you moron.” You gave his face a shove, desperately needing your personal space back. Deciding to ignore the fact that he licked your palm, you wiped your hand on your trousers and carried on fishing out books. 

A couple of hours later, with Hisoka’s cryptic input and irritating commentary, you had finally settled on a project topic. 

“I think that’ll do for today.” You sighed and stretched, checking the time. 

“Do you always study for this long?” Hisoka’s voice was muffled from where he was lying face down on the desk. Clearly your study routine had done a number on him.

“Yes I do.” Shoving your books into your bag, you stood up. “Some people actually have to try to get good grades.”

The red head turned, looking up at you with his hooded amber eyes. “Sounds like a pain.”

“You’re a pain.”

“What did I do to deserve such a high compliment?”

You rolled your eyes, flicking the boy in the forehead. “I’m going home. If you can make some notes for the next time, that would be great.”

“That sounds like effort.”

“Don’t strain yourself.” And with that you walked out, feeling his gaze every step of the way. 

Over the next couple of weeks, you both worked diligently on your project. Surprisingly, Hisoka did actually make notes that you could use. They were even quite good despite the fact that he complained about doing them. You begrudgingly even began to enjoy his company, much to your surprise. Hisoka was funny and carefree and that made him very easy to be around. It was a breath of fresh air against the stressed and structured life you led. You even caught yourself laughing at one point, though you vehemently denied this later. 

You were loath to admit that he did actually make a good project partner. Hisoka listened to what you said and always completed the tasks you set him flawlessly. He followed your directions and made a few of his own calls which, and you would never say this, made your project flow without a hitch. At this rate you’d be surprised if anyone managed to get anywhere close to beating it. 

“Fine,” You huffed after a particularly successful study session, folding your arms. “I’ll admit it. You’re kinda good at this.”

Your partner grinned, casting you a sideways glance. “Better than you?”

“Don’t push it.”

He laughed and you could’ve sworn there was a faint pink glow to his cheeks.

“Cute.” The word slipped out before you even had time to register it as a thought. Shit.

Hisoka’s head snapped up, amber eyes alight. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” You answered a little too quickly. 

“You said something.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did.”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Don’t gaslight, y/n, that’s my thing.” Hisoka tutted, shifting closer to you with a disgusting grin. “But seeing as you’re so adamant, allow me to remind you. You called me cute.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He decided to ignore you. “I’ll admit, no one has ever used that word to describe me before.”

Realising that you had run out of defences, you hastily stood up, grabbed a random book from your study stack and practically ran to hide within the library’s many bookshelves. “I’m going to put this back!”

Idiot, you thought to yourself. You were an utter idiot. What on earth possessed you to say something like that? Suppressing a groan of frustration, you roughly ran a hand through your hair. You were never going to live this down.

The sound of quick footsteps brought you out of your rampant thoughts and your head snapped up to see the boy you just abandoned emerge from around the corner. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, wondering why Hisoka was striding towards you at an alarming rate with an expression that you didn’t trust. 

“Something I’m probably gonna get in trouble for.” He grinned before he grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Mph!” 

What the fuck? Hisoka was kissing you? 

You wanted to push him away but at the same time, you really didn’t. 

The book in your hand fell to the floor with a thud as all reason and logic left you, your brain being completely swept over by the want. You weren’t even ashamed of the fact that once you had caught up with what was happening, you began to kiss your rival back. Your back slammed into the bookshelf, pulling Hisoka’s face towards yours by that ridiculously red hair. His mouth parted at the sensation, as if he enjoyed the pain, and you took that opportunity to deepen the kiss. Tongue met tongue and you both lost yourselves in the act. You were suddenly extremely glad that it was late and no one else was in the library. 

By the time sense had returned to you, your lips were red and swollen. You quickly pushed Hisoka away with enough force that he stumbled and hit the opposite bookshelf.

“Why?” You panted, only able to get one word out. Only able to think one word for that matter.

It took a moment for Hisoka to respond and the silence was almost unbearable as you watched him struggle to regain his breath. “Because I have a crush on you.”

“W-what?” You spluttered, your brain coming to a complete halt and then kicking into overdrive.

The corners of Hisoka’s swollen lips twitched upwards. “I like you.”

“When?”

“Since I first met you.” Hisoka laughed at your expression, uncaring of the fact that he was in a library. “Don’t look so shocked, you must’ve known. It was fairly obvious.”

“No the fuck it wasn’t.”

“Really? So you never caught me staring at you? Or how my name was always right next to yours every results day? Or how I used every opportunity I had to talk to you? That was all to get your attention, silly y/n.” He flicked your forehead, as if he was scolding a friend rather than confessing his feelings.

So the whole time when you were stewing over him thinking he was better than you, Hisoka was actually trying to get you to notice him. “I thought you were just mocking me.”

“Why?”

“Because you always one-upped me in every test.”

“Oh that was just for fun.” Hisoka grinned but quickly changed his tune once he saw your expression and held up his hands in defence. “But everything else was because I wanted you to like me, not that I was mocking you.”

You were at a loss for words. Your arch nemesis, your academic rival, your sworn enemy was here confessing that he liked you this entire time. Unable to do quite literally anything else, you slid to the floor and covered your face with your hands.

What on earth were you to make of this situation? And why were you so damn happy? So happy to the point where it was necessary to cover your face to hide your grin.

“Hmm, what’s this?” Hisoka crouched before you, you could hear the delight in his tone. “Are you smiling?”

You shook your head vigorously, trying to knock some sense back into you and the smile off your face. “Idiot, of course I’m not.”

“So you say…” He trailed off, a finger tracing the back of your hands. “Unfortunately, you’re not very convincing.”

Gaining composure, you lowered your hands and met his gaze. It was almost too overwhelming. From thinking he was your enemy to having him confess and kiss you within the span of a couple of minutes was incomprehensible.

“How do I know you’re not just teasing me?” Narrowing your eyes, you carefully watched Hisoka’s expression.

“As much as I take delight in jokes, I am actually being serious for once.” He grabbed your hand, offering you a half smile which seemed too conniving. “But I know you don’t believe me so how can I prove it to you?” 

You seriously considered his words, thinking what exactly could he do that would make you believe him. Unsurprisingly, you came up blank. He didn’t know that though.

Deciding to finally one-up him, all hints of amusement fled from your expression and you kept your tone grave, conveying false sincerity. “Kiss me as if you mean it.”

Hisoka was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that response.  “How will you know if I mean it?”

“I guess I’ll have to try it and find out.”

The boy wasted no time in reaching out for you as he captured your lips once more. With his hand resting against your cheek with more tenderness than you gave him credit for, you were immensely glad that you were sitting as the force of the kiss would have knocked you off your feet. Compared to your last kiss, this one was much more fervent and almost desperate. With each slide of his lips against yours, you could practically feel all the hidden feelings he had kept tucked away rise to the surface. He said that he brazenly showed his feelings, but he never actually expressed them to your face. Perhaps he was nervous, the thought amused you.

Realising that he had actually given you power to hold over him, naturally you decided to abuse it. After all the years of him besting you, it was finally time to get your long awaited revenge which you so richly deserved.

Twisting your arms around his neck, you pulled the boy flush against you as you began to kiss him back with all the force he was kissing you with. He let out a pleasant noise of surprise and then a gasp when you violently tugged on his hair and knocked him to the ground. Not once did you break the kiss or let him break away as you straddled his lap, feeling the way his hands slid down your back and to your waist. It appeared as though Hisoka had no qualms about this new position, as if he had always fantasised about it. One-upping someone had never tasted so sweet.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He groaned once you pulled away, panting as he gazed up at you with half lidded eyes. A sight which you could definitely get used to.

You smiled maliciously. “Didn’t you ask me to?”

“Fair point.” He shivered and brought a hand up, brushing some hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “So? Did I prove it?”

“Hmm.” You tapped your chin, pretending to debate over his words. While his confession came as a shock to you, you had always thought Hisola was ridiculously attractive. Yes, he got on your nerves and made you think he was your arch nemesis, but don’t all the best love stories start out that way? Besides, it wasn’t as if you could pretend away your own feelings that had begun to develop over the past few weeks. “If we win the competition, I’ll go out with you.”

He sat up with you still in his lap, arms tight around your waist, eyes alight and his signature grin forming at the corners of his mouth. “Is that a promise?”

“Yes.”

“Seal it with a kiss?”

You rolled your eyes but kissed him nonetheless. 

There was little time before the project was due and in the days following the promise, you both had practically crafted the perfect presentation.

If Hisoka was putting in effort before, it was nothing compared to his work ethic when he had something to work towards. You had to give credit where credit was due, the boy was dedicated to the cause. 

While neither of you acknowledged the fateful day in the library, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at Hisoka in class. He was either already looking at you and winked whenever you met his gaze, or he would let you stare at his admittedly gorgeous side profile, smirking all the while. 

Then the day of the project came and to say the class was at a disadvantage when you and Hisoka were paired together was an understatement. It was obvious to you, the teacher and the student body that your presentation was on a different level. If they were expecting you to both be at each other's throats the entire time and not get anything coherent together, they couldn’t have been more wrong.

You both stood confidently at the front of the class and started presenting. Hisoka began reciting your script, and if you listened closely, you could hear the smug undertone in his voice. 

When it was finished, Hisoka looked at you and grinned, catlike and full of mischief. He knew it was only a matter of time before he got the results he wanted. 

Ignoring his expression, you walked back to your seat to the sound of unenthused applause, mind reeling.

A couple of days later, the results were announced and sure enough, there at the top of the list joined next to each other rather than a line separating them, were your names.

“It seems I have myself a girlfriend.” Came a purr from behind. Whirling around, you came face to face with a very triumphant looking Hisoka.

“Stop one-upping me during tests and yes you do.” You poked him in the chest and he responded by grabbing your hand, linking your fingers together in the process. 

‘Ah, my dearest y/n, that wasn’t a prerequisite.” His expression was practically diabolical as he leaned in, his face close enough to feel his breath. “If you want to be number one, then beat me fair and square.”

Then Hisoka kissed you and you wrapped your arms around him, plotting his downfall from beginning to end.

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