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tomriddlehyperfixataion · 4 months

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Tom Riddle x reader - The bet.

Modernish? Au? one of those -son of Voldemort Tom's that has Mattheo as a brother n stuffs like that-none of thats important to the fic i just wanted to put that up so them having phones makes sense, also they have charmed phones so they work within hogwarts. :p

starts off with texts messages --(two dashes) with italics for (y/n) and -(one dash) and bold for Tom.

It was a stupid bet, one that Tom was already regretting even thought it hadn't started yet. it all started with his girlfriend (y/n) being cheeky while she was supposed to be in class and asking for a bloody abs picture from him while he was trying to study.

--hey tommy~?

Tom didn't know why he didn't put on the 'do not disturb' feature on when he was studying, because (y/n) always bugged him when he studied. he picked up his phone that had vibrated when he got a text and saw what his girlfriend texted him, he quickly sent a reply back and then set his phone back down.

-What is it this time (y/n)? -Did you get detention, again? -I'm not getting you out of it this time.

(y/n) replied quickly, which told Tom she wasnt paying attention at all while she was supposed to be in charms class.

--nooo that was one time tommy --okay maybe two times --okay three....five times --whatevs thats not what im texting u for --do you think you could to me a favors? ill return it?

Now Tom was, slightly(emphasis on slightly) intrigued, sighing as he picked his phone back up after reading the texts as they came in and messing (y/n) back.

-What is it (y/n)?

(y/n) replied almost instantly, which made Tom annoyed because merlin's beard she was in class!!

--ab pic? plssss???

-...Are you actually serious?? Did you just text me to ask me for an ab picture?

--yes. pls? ill send something back? pls? pls pls pls? all the other girls get ab pics from their boys? and you've got a baaaady bb~

-No.

--plsss?

-(y/n) I'm busy.

--does that mean 'im busy so ill send one later' orrrrr

-(y/n).

--Tommy.

Tom sighed, setting his phone down, willing himself back to studying, but curiosity had him picking his phone back up and typing a response.

-Why do you even want an ab pic?

--cuz

-That's not an answer (y/n).

--plllllllls tommy? ill send you something back i stg

Tom's interest was once again piqued, his brow raising. she would...send something back?

-And I'm supposed to take your word for that?

-bet

Tom scrambled to catch his phone when another message was sent from his girlfriend, except it wasn't a text, it was a photo. Of her in nothing but his jumper, sitting in front of mirror, the jumper pulled up above her chest to show off her body that got him feeling feral, her face just barely obscured in the photo-but he could see her tantalizing smirk that always had him going nuts.

He quickly got a handle on his phone and texted (y/n) back with a clench in his jaw.

-CHRIST (y/n)!!! -You're in class!!!

--and you, aren't~! --enjoy bb~ now about that ab pic?

He was blushing for sure, his face hot and red and he felt his trousers get tight. He shuffled in his seat, running his hand through his hair. He thought about it for a hot moment before he groaned and stood up, going into his bathroom and turning the light on.

He texted (y/n) one last time before pulling his button-up off and snapping a picture of his upper body. He wasn't really built like Draco or his brother Mattheo was, he wasn't a quidditch player, but he did have defined muscles and (y/n) liked them, so that was fine.

-ffs fine. -photo sent.

-Happy?

--👀👀🥵😍💞🥰👌👌👌👌👌👌

Tom let out a soft snort, leaning against the wall of his bathroom, holding his shirt in his hand as he looked down at (y/n)'s message. Yep, she was happy. he looked back at the photo she had sent him and swallowed, the flush in his face returning as a spark went down his spine, looking at the way her chest was pushed out, her breasts soft and round and such a perfect size for him. her thighs looked bloody gorgeous as well, he wanted to sink his teeth into them again, seeing in the picture some of his previous marks on her skin.

"Fuck," Tom muttered, his head hitting the wall as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back, his hand falling to smack against his thigh. This girl was going to be the death of him.

he got another message and if he wasn't already flustered, he sure was now because he pulled his phone up so quick. yeah-(y/n) was going to be the death of him.

--thnk u bb~ i can just imagine ur face rn, all red n flustered~ --🥰😂

Tom huffed, rolling his eyes, throwing his shirt onto the sink counter and messaging his girlfriend back(honestly how he had even gotten one was a mystery to not just him, but to all his little 'friend' group.)

-You're a menace. -Your imagination does too many favors for you.

i mean, she was right-his face was all flushed and he definitely was flustered, plus he had a bloody hard on thanks to that hoodie picture; but did she need to know that? Nope.

--oh LOADS --like imagining what you would sound like whimpering for me --thats always a good daydream for me 😈🥵🤪

Tom flushed again, puffing his cheeks too. Whimper? Him? Never.

-I Don't whimper. Not for anyone. -Not even you.

Tom huffed through his nose, his cheeks flushing still as his own imagination began to wander off. but he was brought back to reality when he got another message from (y/n).

--wanna bet? 😈

Oh Fuck.

"Fuck," Tom muttered under his breath, ignoring the way his fingers twitched for a moment as he thought of a response. She was riling up intentionally, he knew that, she wanted to see what he would do-how he would respond to her challenge.

-Menace.

--scared Riddle?

-Don't do the fucking 'scared potter' thing on me.

--its working isnt it? i know how you tick bb~ ur just scared i'll make u whimper and i'll make you lose control~

-Shut the fuck up.

--oh swearing now are we? you are flustered

He was, his face was red now and his leg was bouncing, somehow even harder imagining (y/n) doing her absolute best to make him whimper.

--so --wanna bet?

Tom took a long deep breath, running his hand through his hand and then down his face. would he regret this? probably.

Fuck it.

-fine. you're on. what do you wanna bet?

he could feel the feral grin through the phone screen.

--i get five minutes to try and make you whimper, i can do whatever i need to do, if you dont whimper-moaning and other shit you usually do is fine im not cruel bb-in those five minutes you cannnnnn, idk, do whatever you want to me?

Now that was enticing.

-What do you get if you do make me whimper? Which wont happen of course.

--you gotta be REALLY vocal next time we do it. i wanna hear allll the sounds you can make, whimpers, moans, grunts, ANYTHING.

Tom flushed, really? All she wanted was for him to be a bit more...vocal during sex? weirdo.

-Weirdo.

--im UR weirdo.

Damn straight. Tom thought about it for a long moment and then groaned. Ffffine. fucking fine.

-Fine. Bet.

--BET!

Tom let out a long sigh, checking the time. it was still another half hour before (y/n) was done with classes for the day, but he suspected she was going to be heading straight to him as soon as she was done-when she was all excited like this-she wouldn't let go of her 'mission' until she got it done.

And this time-her mission was making him whimper. Well, he would make sure she wouldn't hear a single peep out of him this time.

He put his shirt back on and tucked it back into his pants, sighing when he saw he still had a hard on and simply ignored it, going back to his desk and going back to studying-he needed to get this done before (y/n) relentlessly distracted him later.

His timer went off exactly 30 minutes later and he sighed, pushing away from his desk, setting down his quill. Right on the dot-he got a text from (y/n) and he glanced at it with flushed ears.

--omw.

Yep. He knew it. He began mentally preparing himself for whatever sensual onslaught (y/n) had planned for him, crossing his leg over the other as stared at his almost finished essay, before he could think too much on it-the door to his room opened and in stepped in his girlfriend, looking positively giddy.

Oh boy, he was in trouble.

He stared at her as she locked the door behind her and walked right over to him, huffing a bit when she swung her leg over his lap and sat right down, her arms resting over his shoulder as she leaned in close, grinning like a cat that caught her prey.

"Ready to whimper for me baby?" (y/n) cooed and Tom rolled his eyes, uncrossing his arms and resting his hand's on her thighs.

"You wont hear a thing," Tom muttered, keeping his voice monotone and his eyes cold, but (y/n) could see the warmth they had for her, and only her. (y/n) grinned and got right to work, cradling his jaw in both hands and pressing her lips to hiss in a passionate and hungry kiss, quickly heating things up as her tongue licked his bottom lip and then pushed into his mouth.

Tom's breath caught in his chest for a split second, his eyes snapping closed as his grip on her thighs tightened, holding back a groan that wanted to escape as (y/n) practically devoured his lips. 'fuck' he thought, this was going to be harder than he thought.

(y/n) kept kissing him in a way that made him breathless and her hips began to grind down against him-making him gasp a bit as he felt her brush against his bulge that had quickly grown the moment (y/n) had stepped into the room. "(y/n)," Tom hissed quietly, his lips, swollen and shiny with spit, parted as (y/n) pulled away and went down to his jaw, nipping and kissing his skin.

She kept moving her hips down into his and he felt his resolve slowly start to crumble as her lips explored his neck, the sensation of her nibbling, biting down, and sucking all over his neck drove him nearly mad. He couldn't help but groan as he tilted his head back, exposing his neck for her.

(y/n) grinned against his neck, licking up the side and trying to find his sweet spot, anything to make him break. "Gonna whimper for me yet?" she asked sweetly, whispering into his ear and kissing the spot behind it.

"Not a chance." Tom said, every word a struggle to get out, his eyes still closed as (y/n) chuckled and went back to his neck, grazing her teeth and tongue against every spot she could-searching for that one spot that would make him break.

"Guess I'll hav'ta try harder then," she whispered, latching onto the slope of his neck where it met his shoulder as one of her hands went between them and Tom let out a choked groan, his face rising with heat as he heard and felt her undoing his belt and pulling his shirt out of his trousers.

"Don't you dare," Tom warned, but if only so he didn't lose this bet. He knew if (y/n) started touching him, his resistance would quickly fall. She was too good at this. (y/n) smirked against his neck and shimmied his trousers and boxers down-Tom's breath caught and his back arched a bit as (y/n)'s soft fingers wrapped around his aching cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

His hips jolted up and then back as her hand began to move, up and down the shaft of his cock, the feeling of her hand driving him mad as the sound of it made it harder to focus on not making those sounds (y/n) so desperately wanted to hear.

"(y/n)," he hissed out, his jaw dropping open as he panted, his breath shuddering with each stroke of his cock and graze of her teeth on his neck. He jolted again when she found the sweet spot on his neck and heat grew in his core as her teeth and tongue lavished that spot with attention while her hand stroked him with increasing intensity, making it harder and harder for him to keep his resolve.

(y/n) shuffled just a bit closer on his lap, his cock pressed against her clothed belly and adding more friction as she moved her hips with her hand, his pre-cum smearing against her skin and clothes.

Fuck.

Tom felt his control falter further as he felt (y/n)'s mouth and her hand work together over his neck and cock. His resolve was broken and he was lost in sensation. A single sound came forth before he could stop it, a hoarse whimper leaving his lips.

(y/n) grinned against his skin, kissing his sweet spot before she pulled back just a bit-her hand continuing to go as she rut her stomach against his cock-feeling him dripping helplessly against her hand and clothes, soaking her shirt in his fluids.

"aww baby, you whimpered," (y/n) cooed-and just then-the five minute timer (y/n) had sneakily set up went off-he had just missed the mark-if he had just lasted another few seconds, he would've won. but he had lost-(y/n) made him whimper.

"Sh-shut-" he let out another hoarse whimper, his breath catching as (y/n) pressed his cock against her belly. "Wh-whatever just-fuck-don't-mmfh- don't tell-tell, shit, tell anyone." Tom commanded, his vision blurry when he looked at (y/n), who was grinning like a bloody basilisk.

"Oh don't worry darling, this is for me and me alone." (y/n)purred, kissing him deeply again, her chest pressed against his as her hand practically fucked his cock, giving him just the right grip as more embarrassing sounds pushed forth from his throat, whimpering into (y/n)'s mouth as she kissed him.

He felt the heat in his core start to spread, his breath and heart going rapid as his head started to fog over with unrelenting pleasure. "shit-(y/n)-FUCK-don't stop-don't stop-don't stop-" Tom babbled as his eyes snapped shut, his head going back as well as (y/n) made out with his jaw and neck, leaving more and more marks on his pale skin as her hand kept going, and going, and going, faster and faster, squeezing a bit whenever she got to the tip-pushing more pre-cum from him until-

Tom's muscles tensed, He gripped the plush of (y/n)'s thighs, his teeth clenching as he felt a tingling throughout his body. His eyes remained shut, although he could still see the world around him somehow.

Then, an intense feeling of warmth started at his core and spread out throughout his entire body. His muscles trembled and shook as he felt pleasure like he hadn't felt before.

A deep moan escaped his lips.

Cum soaked (y/n)'s hand and shirt, some arching over and landing on Tom's belly and thighs while (y/n) began to slowly calm down, her eyes locked onto Tom's bright red face as he let out those little sounds she had been so patiently waiting to hear from him.

"Ahhn, hahh-fuckin hell-" Tom groaned, shuddering as his orgasm washed over him. He whimpered a bit when (y/n)'s hand slightly pushed him into 'too much' territory and he shakily grabbed her wrist that was slick with his cum. "Fuck." he sighed, his body slumping in his desk chair as (y/n) sat triumphantly on his lap, giggling away while he caught his breath.

When his vision finally cleared and he caught his breath, he saw his all too proud of herself girlfriend grinning at him, cum soaking her shirt and her hand covered in it as well, his softened cock just inches away from her hand.

"I hate you," Tom grumbled, his eyes fluttering closed when (y/n) laughed and pecked his lips.

"No you don't~ also i knew you'd sound adorable whimpering, wanna do it for me again?"

...

"Yeah,"

-end-

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle #smut fic #pictures included #well one picture included lol #you dont know how long i spent looking for a picture that actually suited how i think Tom's body looks #we all know he's gotta twink body dont deny it #he skinny~#lanky #but he can have some muscle definition #as a gift #besides this tecincally is Tom the 3rd and not Tom jr aka voldemort #Tom the 3rd can be more built than his dad lol #half text message fic half smut fic half normal fic #anyways enjoy~#i had too much fun #emoji's included

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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2:25 pm (hjs)

genre: timestamp, smut — MDNI!

warnings: gn! reader, perv jisung, dom reader, panty kink, panty stealing, panty fucking, masturbation (m), voyeurism, cum eating, semi proof read

words: 1.3k ~ (1313)

a/n: i had some (emphasis on the word some) motivation to write. im working on something bigger but i just wanted to post a lil something in the meantime + perv & needy jisung is rotting my brain

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

he doesn't know why he is like this, he just is. he cannot explain it. he hates how he is like this towards you, his mind consumed with nothing but thoughts of you.

dirty, sinful thoughts. thoughts that he cannot express out loud. thoughts that would get him in trouble.

he used to be calm. the beginning of the relationship was smooth sailing for him. he was obsessed with you but nothing like how he is now. jisung is addicted to you. your scent, smell and taste drive his senses into overdrive.

the more he takes, the more he tastes, the more he wants. jisung soon found that touching and tasting you wasn't enough anymore. he needs something much, much more.

he soon found himself giving into his intrusive thoughts. he'd sneak into your bedroom, rummage around in your underwear drawer until he found the cutest, innocent looking panties you own. he'd stuff them in his pocket to sneak off and hide them in his secret location to use for later.

he just wanted a peak, that's all. you left the bathroom door slightly open, enough for him to see. his cock twitching inside his sweatpants as his eyes fall upon your naked body, the water and soap trickling down your curves.

once he started, he couldn't stop. his hand palming his erection before fishing it out of his clothing. his fist wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping himself at speed. it's so dirty, so wrong of him but he cannot help it. he cannot tear his eyes away from you, his eyes scanning your body, fixated on your curves.

the more he looks, the more desperate he feels. his hips bucking in his hand, fucking himself into oblivion. the burning knot tightening in the pit of his stomach, pre cum seeping from his slit. he has to bite his bottom lip to stop an onslaught of moans and desperate whimpers.

“shit…” he whispers to himself, head hanging low. his muscles tense, body shivering as his orgasm hits him. he desperately wraps his free hand around his tip, catching his cum to reduce the mess. the palm of his hand becomes coated in his hot, sticky mess.

jisung's body shaking, muscles tensing with each release. his bottom lip bleeding a little due to him biting down too hard to lessen the sounds of him being loud. he lazily thrusts in his fist, riding out his high to help himself calm down.

his heart stops. he looks up, the sound of the shower being turned off. he watches you step out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body. water droplets fall down your soft skin, jisung watching them travel before disappearing.

you look in the direction of the door, smirking slightly. jisung's heart drops, your eyes meeting halfway. you raise your brow slowly before looking away, carrying on your task of doing your skin care.

you know.

you've known for some time. it's hard not to when your underwear suddenly starts disappearing. you didn't think it could be your boyfriend who was the culprit however, you had your suspicions. catching him watching you shower just provided your suspicion to be correct.

you just wanted that little bit more; and you did, days after.

you had to run some errands, be an adult for the day. when you returned home, however, you weren't expecting the apartment to be so silent. normally you'd see jisung playing games or watching his series, however, the apartment is eerily silent.

“sungie?!” you call out, placing your shopping bags down. your ears perk up as you hear a faint call of your name. you walk to the office, where the sound came from, to find your lover slouched in the office chair, sweats and boxer shorts pooled at his feet, t-shirt up to his chest.

his eyes are closed, soft pants and whimpers in the form of your name leaving his lips. His hair dishevelled and stuck to his forehead due to his sweat.

He's too consumed in his own pleasure. Your pretty, pink panties wrapped around his hard cock, hips bucking upwards as he fucks and soils the soft fabric. You watch him use the pad of his thumb to rub his tip, smearing his pre cum and body shivering at the oversensitivity.

“m-more.. y/n, more.” he pants, back arching slightly. his movements become desperate, fast and uncoordinated. his cock twitching, pre cum soiling the fabric. you bite your lip softly as you watch jisung do something so sinful and lewd. you didn't expect yourself to like it this much, however seeing him lose all his composure just from your panties, makes you feel giddy.

“gonna c-cum.” he grunts. you watch as his body tenses and shakes, cum shooting out onto his stomach. his cock twitches with each release, hips and hand failing to slow down. hot tears of frustration fall down his cheeks, his body shaking with oversensitivity.

his mind is hazy, clouded with thoughts of you and only you. your panties are well used at this point, his cock failing to go flaccid, keeping its proud stance.

“why..” jisung whimpers. his body on autopilot, struggling to calm down. his adrenaline and hormones elevated, desperation evident by the way his brows pinch together and the way he lets out desperate whines.

you decided you've seen enough. watching your boyfriend fuck himself into your panties is one thing, but seeing him struggle is another.

you walk inside, Jisung's breath hitching in his throat. he wants to stop, but he can't. he's been caught in the act, now he's scared, worried that you're going to be angry and disappointed in him.

he didn't mean for it to go this far, but he cannot control himself when it comes to you. as he opens his mouth to speak, to explain his current situation, he's left speechless by your shocking actions.

he watches you silently kneels between his legs, scoop up his cum from his stomach before licking your finger clean. jisung's eyes widen, watching the way you lick your lips and listening to you hum softly.

“y-y/n…” he starts only to be hushed by you.

“how long?” you ask, removing his hand and your panties to wrap your own hand around his aching, rock hard cock. he swallows, contemplating on whether to be truthful or not.

“a few weeks…” he lies. you scoff, rolling your eyes. you rub his sensitive cock head with the pad of your thumb, jisung crying out in pleasure. he shakily reaches out, grabbing your wrist.

“i'll ask again. how long? and don't think about lying to me sungie because I know everything.”

the colour from his cheeks drain.

“months. I've been like this for months! I'm so sorry.”

“sorry?” you cock your head to the side as you stroke his length painfully slow. “what do you have to be sorry for?”

“i– you said you know everything.. you know about me stealing your panties, me peaking on you when you shower. that day…”

“that day I caught you fisting your cock like some desperate slut as you watched me shower?” you question, giggling as Jisung whimpers and twitches in your hand. “i had my suspicions sungie, have done for a while. catching you watching me shower confirmed it all.”

“why didn't you say something?”

“because I wanted that little bit more, y'know.” you press your tongue flat against his cock, collecting his mess onto your tongue.

“im sorry…” jisung whimpers. “it's so shameful of me and I never meant for it to cause harm..”

“but you haven't sungie.” jisung watches you stand up, his brows furrowed together in confusion. you chuckle softly, taking his hand and shoving it down your underwear. his eyes widen, swollen lip caught between his teeth as he realizes.

“i love it just as much as you do, sungie.”

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mxdavies · 2 months

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☕️!

prompt: morning routine pairing: cohen x julian word count: 931 a/n: TYSM FOR THE ASK <33 im a bit nervous to post my writing here i dont consider myself the best writer but hopefully it's at least an enjoyable read!! :)

Julian scrambles around the kitchen, almost tripping over themself while they push the lever of the toaster down whilst flipping the egg in the pan. Their eyes jot around their surroundings quickly as a bunch of different sounds and smells begin to overwhelm them. The butter sizzling on the pan, the scent of coffee wafting through the air, the microwave beeping to inform them their hastily thrown in bacon was finished cooking… it was all so much to keep track of.

But it was all for Cohen. To see that look of surprise on his face as they bring the platter of delicious food to him. To be praised for their efforts and to get a kiss on the temple as a reward. They live for it. They live for him. To make him the best breakfast they can manage only shows a fraction of the gratitude they hold for him. For being in their life, and for simply existing.

Beeep–!

The microwave grabs Julian’s attention and they look between it and the pan. The egg looks… a little worse for wear, but nothing that’s inedible. They curse their tendency to get lost in thought as they move it to the plate. They try to carefully, but the toaster popping scares them and the yolk breaks underneath the harsher-than-intended motion of their spatula. They groan to themself. They’re so clumsy.

After setting the egg down they rush to the toast before it gets cold. There’s nothing better than melted butter on hot bread and if they somehow ruin this too? They’d be beyond frustrated. Fortunately for them it’s still warm enough for the butter to melt into the surface. They scrape the knife against the toast, making a crunchy sound as they spread the butter. They accidentally press down too hard and break one of the pieces slightly but… it’s not too bad, at least they hope so.

Beeep–!

There it goes again. Julian moves to the microwave and sighs to find that the bacon has gone cold instead. How? They left it in the microwave to retain the heat! Unless it didn’t work like that… they sigh and move it to the plate. Despite what they feel is their lackluster efforts, they arrange the platter to make some sort of semblance of a smiley face. Finally. It’s done. A small smile curls across their cheeks. It isn’t perfect, but hopefully that added some charm.

That’s when the smell of coffee makes it’s way to their nose again. Fuck. The coffee. They forgot all about it. They rush to it to take it off the brewer, only to fumble and spill it onto the counter. They put their hands on their head as they watch everything turn sour in front of their very eyes. Feeling the cup itself it seems as if the coffee also got cold.

It’s all too much. Julian feels tears begin to weld in their eyes but they’re quick to wipe them away. They didn’t want to worry Cohen after all. This is supposed to be a nice little gesture for him. But now they’ve gone and ruined it. They shake their head and turn to grab paper towels to clean their mess, though when they turn their eyes widen with surprise and a slight fear. There he stood, in his sleepy glory.

Cohen’s gaze is tired as he looks down at the smaller man, eyes surveying the surroundings. The kitchen… it’s a bit of a mess. But it’s nothing he wasn’t accustomed to already.

“I heard somethin fall. Y’alright?” He asks. His voice is low and quiet from his slumber and it makes Julian’s heart skip a beat. They give a small sigh and a smile, albeit a nervous one, as they reply.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine! I just…spilt your coffee… sorry.”

“My coffee?” His tone shifts slightly and Julian catches on almost instantly. They shrink into themself as they nod and put the paper towel onto the stained counter before pushing the plate of food his way.

“I… I tried making you breakfast. Emphasis on tried. It’s all… it’s cold, and I broke the yolk, and I’m so sorry that–”

“For me?”

There’s that surprised look on his face. The one they wanted to see in the first place- the softness in his eyes, the love that he feels for them and the gesture radiating from his words alone. Despite messing up so badly… he’s still so happy. They can’t speak in response, only nod as they motion again towards the plate.

Cohen looks down at it- a smiley face. Cute. He gives a small smile and picks up the plate before taking the utensil provided and grabbing a bite. The moment the food hits his taste buds, he hums with content. It was cold, but that certainly doesn’t mean it’s bad. He can still taste the love that Julian poured into it. “It’s really good.”

“R-Really??” They sound almost surprised, earning a small hum and nod from their lover.

“Very.” He shuffles around the corner to be by their side, pressing a kiss on their temple. Just like they hoped for. “Thank you Julian.”

Julian feels their cheeks heat up from his thanks, leaning into him with a hum of their own. His free arm wraps around them and they wrap theirs around him too. In the blink of an eye they’ve forgotten all about their mishaps. All that’s on their mind now is him. A moment of silence, though soon broken by Cohen’s voice.

“Julian…”

“Hmm~?”

“The coffee’s spilling off the counter.”

“...Ah shit–”

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heart-forge · 2 years

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Ask time! OK so, how would all the RO's react to walking in on a normally stoic/repressed/not hugely emotional MC, just singing/dancing their heart out because they thought they were alone? Especially if they're in a state of 'im fucking exhausted' or 'im a hot mess' fashion wise.

YES IT FINALLY HAPPENED

Abeni, Crave

IT'S BEEN ONE HUNDRED YEARS AND THEY FINALLY CAUGHT YOU BEING WHIMSICAL !! They are going to ENTHUSIASTICALLY participate.

Respectfully Looking Away

Trigger, Mantis

This isn't your heart. You're normally very normal and so they will respectfully not put a big emphasis on how you had some sort of breakdown in the kitchen.

Bemused Fondness

Valerian, Tahira

They're glad you're diversifying !! It's cute !! You're cute !! They won't necessarily participate but they're happy for you.

Get Dunkt On

Siruud, Gnarl

Well well well, look who it is. It's the MC that's normally SO cool and SO chill and SO stoic. They will never let you forget this, mostly for use in situations where they are being weird in public.

#talkForge #bad ritual #manor hill #hybrid #gnarl #valerian #abeni #siruud #tahira #mantis #trigger #crave

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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Could I request prompts #36 and #41 for Cash Wheeler?

of course !

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• headcannon — { 36 + 41 } — cash wheeler •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { cash wheeler masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, jealous sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, submissive/dominant dynamic, orgasm denial, male orgasm, creampie,

{ word count } — 326

{ genre } — smut

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{ 36 } — be a good girl and spread your legs

{ 41 } — don’t forget who you belong to

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his jealousy was unmatched, although he’d never be once to really show it in public

having caught you flirting with his tag partner, dax. although there was nothing really intimate or flirtatious about the situation

it was simply playful banter.

oh boy but once you’d arrived home from the dynamite taping, he’d simply throw you on the bed without a word

it began with harsh kisses, his tongue parting your lips, his hands roaming absentmindedly, tearing clothing without a care.

he hovered over you, keeping his body close, yet distant enough to leave you yearning for more of his touch.

he pried your panties down your thighs, the thin material soaked through with your juices.

“be a good girl and spread your legs for me”

the absence of your pet name proved that he was indeed serious, fuelled with jealousy.

usually he’d throw in the occasional, “darlin’” or “love” for extra emphasis that you indeed belonged to him

but not this time.

you pried your legs slightly apart, a tease of some sort.

still, it was not enough for him.

he positioned himself between your thighs, spreading them wider to account for the size difference between the two of you.

his cock slipped into you without warning, not even a chance for you to adjust yourself to his size, begging to roughly fuck you into submission

he would not normally be this rough, but on this occasion he felt like he needed to prove a point.

“don’t forget who you belong to…”

his words muffled into your skin, barely able to get them out through choked moans.

he filled your cunt with his hot seed for extra emphasis on that statement, continuing to fuck you out until you were left a mumbling cum-filled mess beneath him.

“your pretty pussy belongs to me, darlin’”

there it was, the pet name that had eluded your ears for the past half an hour.

“don’t you ever forget that”

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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If you're still taking requests, um I had been thinking of maybe a gay or gender neutral one with Joshua Bassett again. Like a karaoke date night and the guy is having a rough night or suffering from some low self esteem for one reason or another and Josh serenades them with Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars to cheer them up.

The Way You Are

ohh of course! I’m doing a non-binary reader so it’ll appeal to a broader audience. also, im so sorry it took me so long, aah! 🙈 also, listen to the song here.

TW:angst?

Joshua had barely spent any time with Y/N lately. They knew how busy he was with this or that but the DMs they were getting from random strangers on Instagram didn’t help.

They had never doubted Joshua’s love for them until then, but this was too much not to make them insecure.

He had tried to take them on a “private date” a few days ago, but even that was interrupted by an “urgent and unexpected” phone call.

They had been giving him the cold shoulder ever since and, though it may not have seemed like it, he cared.

So he planned a date with them for a karaoke night.

They were kind of mopey in the car but that was understandable. Joshua knew he’d been kind of sh!tty to them.

Inside, it hurt him to see them so sad. But he had trouble expressing that.

When they were inside, Joshua began giving Y/N tiny kisses all over and they finally began to soften up.

Just as the chemical reaction started to occur, a pretty girl approached the two. “Josh!” she smiled sweetly.

“Savannah!” he tried to be cordial.

“I had no idea you would be here tonight!”

“That’s the point,” he muttered under his breath.

“Anyways, I ran into Nathan and he was saying…”

Joshua, though irritated at being interrupted, turned his body to face her and Y/N felt awful.

They tried to tap him gently on the shoulder, but he just held up one finger in response. That was it for Y/N.

“Joshua,” they said firmly and he turned around.

“I need a minute and so do you. You can go mess with all these other people and see if I care.” A wave of compassion washed over their face, then they continued. “Look, Baby, i think we just need a hot little minute apart. I’m not feeling it right now. And you clearly aren’t either.”

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded. ”I’ll do anything!”

“You’ve already said that.”

Joshua looked so defeated. “I’ve never loved anyone like I’ve loved you,” he tried.

“Tell your exes that.”

“My exes? Baby…”

“Well,” Savannah butted in. “Are you gonna sing for us, Joshua?” she asked in a sickening tone. “I’m sure Y/N would just love for you to sing for them!”

Y/N made a show of rolling their eyes and storming out. Had they stayed, they would have seen the hurt and defeat that riddled Joshua’s face.

Unbeknownst to those inside, Y/N stayed outside the door and listened to Joshua’s voice. He sang a familiar melody, but Y/N couldn’t place where they’d heard it before. They knew that whatever happened between them and Joshua, his voice would still move them to tears.

They were already on the verge of tears and his voice pushed them over the edge. It wasn’t until he sang the hook that they recognized the song.

His beautiful, crooning voice brought hot, fresh tears to their eyes.

“Damn, you’re amazing just. The. Way. You. Are.”

The emphasis he placed ever-so-delicately on the words made them remember the first time they’d met him. The way his voice caught in his throat reminded them of comforting him on so many late nights. The way he buried his face in his hands when he had finished told them how much they really needed him. And he needed them.

He booked it out of the building and they caught him.

“I love you,” they sobbed into his chest.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy, Baby love,” he said, tears moving silently down his perfectly squishable cheeks. ”Honest. I am. What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Hug me.”

They found themselves engulfed in Joshua’s embrace and his face buried in their shoulder.

“What else can I do?”

“Nothing,” Y/N choked. “Babe, you’re amazing just the way you are.”

#fanfic #joshua bassett x reader #joshua bassett #Joshua Bassett fanfic #Joshua Bassett fanfiction #fanfiction #gender neutral reader #just the way you are #bruno mars #karaoke #yellow 💛 heart #flutterfly alley #non-binary reader #Angst #joshua Bassett angst

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96percentdone · 7 months

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hi i am the same anon as earlier dksjhjgf ive been following you for a short while! I'm in this fun camp where i love what AINI could have been if it *hadn't* been a sequel, or didn't have such heavy emphasis on seemingly undoing so much of the emotional character legwork for recurring characters - but i also think its an incredibly valuable extension of the universe it's set in and has *so many* incredible plot points. i love that someone else genuinely enjoys the game!! because i do too! the somniums were fun and refreshing and felt like new twists on an already good idea! the doubles reveal is genuinely cool and interesting, i just wish it wasn't specifically with that character. ryuki is extremely close to my heart as a character! when stuff starts to fall apart for him later in the game i had to take a break because that closeness started to really affect me. i LOVE seeing a multitude of perspectives instead of just my own, or just the opinions of the people who introduced me to the game. AINI is SO dear to me it makes me ill i just. I just wish it either followed up clearer or divorced itself more from the original storyline. i DO eagerly await your essay and the points you'll make, im excited to be able to expand upon my own views! but also thank you for the initial response too, and i hope your day has gone well!!

Ah, see, that's where you and I are not on the same page at all. It's like what I illustrated in my last answer; I think a sequel is only bad if refuses to commit to saying anything. I think a lot of criticism of DD and SoJ is bad, because the angle is focused on them not being more Apollo Justice as opposed to why the actual text of the work is a mess, which is the true reason they're bad sequels. I won't write a worse version of my essay here or the 17k I've already written will go waste, and I want my defense to be as well thought out and coherent as the game itself, but I wish very dearly that the fandom would criticize AINI as it exists and not for failing to be a hypothetical AITSF 2.

People will yell up and down that Nirvana Initiative overwrites the original cast and turns them into hollow facsimiles, that it's disrespectful to Mizuki especially and cancels her story, and I could not disagree more. As a follow up, I literally only take issue with Date's stupid mask, and that's about the execution not its existence. Yeah, that's right I am going to defend Mizuki's writing! I said what I said! Nirvana Initiative has undone nothing. It expands on the ideas about love and family that came before while adding new layers to those concepts, and it's biggest writing flaws are the misogynistic tendencies that were also on full display in the first game.

I love Nirvana Initiative so much. I think it's beautiful. Dying on this hill is not a choice; it is my righteous duty!

Thank you for the asks. I enjoy having excuses to expand on my hot takes. Enjoy the rest of your day or night or whatever time it is for you!

#hope.txt #i love being controversial by going to bat for a thing people don't like #it's far more satisfying that being a hater of things everyone likes #it's good to love!!!!#I LOVE NIRVANA INITIATIVE MAN!!!!!

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wibble-wobbegong · 1 year

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Wibble this is 100% not from an analyst perspective, just from a fun-post-going-around-tumblr-based headcanon—idk if you saw the one where owens was being proclaimed an “ally” bc of that tiny moment where he assumed Max was a boy & his expression when he corrected himself? & basically the assumption he MIGHT’VE been making that max & el were a Thing, & then in the reblogs there were comments ab him having experience with tiny gays bc of mike & will in season 2.

And that was,,, really cute? Like. In theory. So slay of him. & for a hot minutes there i was like—owens as an ally. That could maybe work. Loved his emphasis on consent in season 4, and how he’s better to El in comparison to Brenner & the way he continues to neglect the “informed” part of ethical consent, & the way will got None Of This support in season 2.

Basically im curious about how you arrived at your conclusions ab owens as a conversion therapist!! & your thoughts on the headcanon ig but not really?? Bc i Cannot get a read on this man & my feelings on him are Mixed.

(Also your post on Nancy & Mike and how that conflict’s being set up??? Yeah. I honestly am incapable of being normal about them, and I’m really looking forward to seeing your analysis on the coming conflict)

(Sorry to pop in your ask box again lol. Hope you’re having a good day!!)

i actually answered that here!!! it mostly boils down to his long-standing relationship with brenner that can be traced back to at least the creel murders because of owens’ rose symbolism during his conversation with the general about chrissy and the way his passive attitude works with his grid imagery compared to people like brenner and virginia who are associated with spiders (predators).

the relationship with brenner is important because the lab is heavily implied to be a place performing conversion therapy before henry is captured and experiments turn towards the MKUltra stuff and it seems like brenner and owens were partners. owens was never brenner’s subordinate, but his passive attitude makes it come off that way. brenner actually seems to have a bit of a reliance on owens when we look at how owens was entrusted with his lab even though he was alive and there was no real reason for him to be hiding, seeing as how the government can cover insane shit up. his only fear was el. he relied on owens to get NINA set up, it was a project they worked together on. the way owens talks to brenner is very direct and he isn’t afraid to show his hatred and frustration when they’re alone which is unlike owens, who tends to be more consolable when faced with authority figures like hopper or general sullivan. he gets frustrated with hopper and sullivan, but with brenner he’s stronger in his beliefs. not perfect, but stronger.

he’s got a long history with brenner and the lab. he’s got connections to the creels. i personally believe that owens may have been the one who recommended brenner to virginia, seeing as we don’t know where the creels moved from and it was the 50’s, so getting your hands on possibly out-of-state information about a conversion therapist in buttfuck indiana probably wasn’t easy.

there’s some other stuff regarding grid-imagery and peter and ruth, nevada which connects to some of stephen king’s books (the dark tower universe lore is a Hot Mess)

as for the hcs, i could actually see it being a very realistic growth for his character!! if his son died somehow related to his actions, he would’ve failed his goal; saving him. his conversion therapy doesn’t have the effect he hopes for so he’d likely have to come to terms with the fact that he can’t save people by forcing them to be someone they aren’t and losing his son would be a huge wake up call to that!! with mike and will it would hit even harder because they’re so reminiscent of peter and henry when they were younger

(I’m really excited to talk about it!! Also, never apologize for sending in asks like this I love stuff like that :) )

#asks #sam owens

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january-glooms · 8 months

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Speaking of writing, ya prolly are very busy but i love the text fic you wrote and i'd kill to read more, so this is just like acknowledgment that i think your fics are dope as hell, my favourites are the text fic i mentioned, serendipity (i think its called? im bad at names fr) and the bakudeku one with eri, all very good writing :))

omfg awwww thats so sweet of you, tysm <3

wanna know the funny part abt the text fic...i lost the document. like it was gone, i couldnt find it anywhere. absolutely lost. and trust me, i searched high and low for it, but nope nothing nada zilch...

but then i was talking to @taramacgay one night abt how fanfic author's are built differently and i could now technically have a concerning author's bc the past year of my life sure was smth so i started writing again. it do be a bit of a slow process but i am trying

here's a blurb of words from the current draft, for your entertainment:

royally mad genius: oooooh so another broken white boi for me to fix then

sensible-spider: knowing harry? the chances of the answer being yes are worryingly high

spider-dunce: liSTEN

spider-dunce: im kind of like a hot mess, without the hot and emphasis on the mess

spider-dunce: don’t expect that much from me

#anon #noëmi answers

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garlic-gun · 2 years

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its hot and i didnt want to try to work from my computer so sketchbook for the day. i wanted to have vegito's outfit be a little more of a mix and i am thinking. questionably coherent design thoughts below

vegito always looked a little weird to me (not in a bad way, but when i had seen him as a kid my brain registered a bit of a visual mismatch that made him feel really interesting) and im trying to figure out a way to mix that with how i draw his components, along with trying to make his outfit be a little less like.. for lack of a better word segmented? like how he Just has vegeta's gloves and shoes with Just goku's gi with reversed colors. it works to show that theres a connection between them and while keeping him distinguishable, but i think there could be more and i'm messing around a bit to try it.

i in part designed him in contrast to how i draw gogeta but Thats in part bc i have some ideas about designing fusions in general. my concept is that, based on the fusion dance being a deliberate convergence with an emphasis on being in sync, while a potara fusion i feel is inherently a bit more chaotic, as two people could literally be at each other's throats and refuse to cooperate but still be able to fuse with the earrings, but the dance Requires them to trust each other and understand each other. i tried to have my gogeta design be like overall visually in-between goku and vegeta in a sense, whereas vegito's look is more like... some features may intensely be one or the other or they might not be immediately distinguishable. my idea is that gogeta's features are a little more balancee between goku and vegeta, but vegito has a more kind of unknowable mixture that may not even always make sense. i dont think any of This made sense lets talk about the clothes

im keeping the broad strokes of his outfit the same (trying to generally keep a similar silhouette and color balance), but alter the nuances. i draw goku's gi pretty baggy meanwhile vegeta apparently lives exclusively in tighter clothes, as even when hes not wearing the saiyan armor, he seems to gravitate toward something close and when he and goku fuse i'm pretty sure its the latter (im still in the android saga, i havent actually met him yet), and ive given vegito's clothes a closer fit as well as making the shirt a bit more of a tank top like vegeta's, and taking the fact that when i draw goku, his undershirt's sleeves are rolled up, for vegito i decided to not (this sentence fell apart). i wanted to combine the wristbands and the gloves and ive been thinking about giving him two-toned gloves for a while but i couldnt settle exactly on what else to do about how they'd look. i decided to roll them up (originally i actually made the gloves shorter but they started looking a little wonky) and have the palm of the glove be blue while the top of the hand would be white, and have that be reversed at the cuff of the glove. im not sure what exactly to do with the boots yet, as i'd like to make it look less like Just vegeta's shoes but he's still taking a lot clothing-wise from goku and if i were to, for example, make the boots white but with the patterns from goku, it would be kind of oversaturated by him. to balance out goku more, i've given vegito more of the shape language i would use for vegeta (theyre both pretty angular, contrast with goku and gogeta whom i have more soft and flowy) as well as proportions more like vegeta (vegito is taller, from goku, but his long legs and slimmer frame are from vegeta) but i feel like it isnt as apparent in part bc it ends up averaging out to basically how he looks in canon but a little different, as it feels like a little bit too much of the goku got kinda lost in translation. my intention was to have vegito overall just kind of be his own guy with the influences not Always being readily apparent from goku and vegeta, with him leaning more vegeta when they Are, but i might have done that a little too well. whatever send post

#my art #do i dare enter the tags..#maybe i will another day #but i do want to do it for organization.. but i also dont want to tag him.#i dont know how to solve this dilemma bc i think the 'only first 5 tags are indexed' thing is outdated #but i have no way to like. verify that bit of information #again keep in mind i am Still in the android saga i do not know this man

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