#slightly obsessed with these designs okay

[rafescurtainbangz]

Professor Cameron #2 - Rafe Cameron One Shot + 18

Minor DNI

Part 1: Link

Rafe × female reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: smut, language, swearing, drinking and smoking

Fingering, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v, pet names, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, ownership kink, older Rafe, possessive rafe, jealous rafe, obsessed rafe, choking, spanking, degradation, name-calling, pussy slapping, mating press, reader calls rafe daddy

Lightly edited

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Don't let the beginning fool it’s a lot of smut lmao 😂 thank you for all the love on part 1! 💕💕💕

Taglist @imyourdaninow @gri959 @redhead1180 @romaescapes

Enjoy! ❤️✨

Tanneyhill...

Later that night

"Holy shit," you whisper, eyes following Rafe's house all the way to the top. The grandeur of it all begs the question, does a professor really live here? I mean, I'm sure the university pays him well, but not this well. This is old money.

Tracking the brick walk, you make your way to the front door, smoothing out a very different ensemble than you wore this afternoon. You breathe a sigh of relief, thankful at this moment that you decided to dress up. Your pink satin mini-dress blows lightly with the cool night breeze, an open back cinched tight, showing off your curves.

Truthfully, I didn't think that would happen. Just teasing between friends until that fictional tale came true. I never thought he would actually cross the line.

Rafe was right... The boys at school weren't cutting it. They were selfish, inexperienced, and immature. That was only an hour? What could Rafe do with a whole night? On a bed instead of a desk? He said he had a 'real big house,' which is the understatement of the century. I can make as much noise as I'd like. He's going to take care of me... Me.

I've never felt pleasure like that in my life. The part that excited me the most was that I was holding back, not wanting to get caught. What would happen if I let myself go? The part that scares me, however, is the fact that I'm already in too deep.

What if Rafe's thought about it since? Not in the way I'm hoping he would, the way that would stop him from doing it again. A moment of clarity where Rafe realizes that he may have made a mistake. I'm his student... He's my professor.

What if he's doing this with other people? What if I'm not the only student in Professor Cameron's class getting "extra credit"? Am I just another one of his girls?

I can't think about that.

I'm feeling things. And, I can't stop.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

You can hear shuffling behind the door, watching as the knob turns. The door fans open; Rafe meets your gaze with a smile. "You... Wow. You look stunning," he hails, bearing the door as you pass through.

Fuck, he looks good. You feel yourself get a little frazzled as you take Rafe in. A slim black button-down and slacks, coupled with yet another pair of designer dress shoes. He smells delicious; that same cologne reapplied, already burned into your brain. "You alright?" He smiles, looking down at you.

"More than alright, Rafe. Just a little nervous."

"About what?" He puffs, cocking his head to the side as he shuts the door. "Told ya I didn't bite. Not unless you want me to," Rafe chuckles warmly, turning you under his finger as he checks out your little dress again. "Goddamn. You're flawless."

"Thank you," you whisper as your cheeks blush. Rafe keeps his hand in yours, guiding you deeper into his house, letting you take it all in.

"So, what are you so nervous about?" Rafe presses a little further, not wanting to let it go until he figures it out.

"I don't know... I didn't expect to be here. I'm just - I hope you aren't having second thoughts."

"Me?" He chuckles; twisting his face slightly as a crooked smile spreads on his lips. "Never. No second thoughts."

"Okay... And, am I the only one-"

"Who's gettin' extra credit?" He snickers, reading your mind entirely. "You are the only one."

"Ever?" You ask, your voice just above a hush, kicking yourself for asking it in the first place to a grown-ass man. Rafe turns you toward him, lacing his fingers in yours; his lips meet your forehead, kissing you softly.

"If you're askin' if I've ever had sex in an office, and I said 'no,' I'd be lyin'," he chuckles weakly. His palms come up, resting gently on your cheeks, guiding your watch to his. "But, if you're askin' me if I've ever done that with a student... never. I've never done that."

You give him a soft smile. "I'm so happy I'm here with you."

"Me too," he hums. "Now, let's go relax. Yeah?" You nod as Rafe leans in, meeting your lips; kissing you deeply. Heat spreads across your body; the contact sets you ablaze, your entire being craving more of him.

Rafe walks you to his study, the mahogany countertop, adorned with six elegant bouquets. "Do you like flowers, princess?" He smiles; his hand resting on the small of your back.

"Of course," you respond dreamily, bending in to smell each. "Six? Rafe, this-"

"I didn't know what your favorite was..." He interjects, "Pink roses?" Rafe guesses, based solely on your reaction.

"Yeah, pink roses," you giggle. "Thank you."

He steers you to his leather couch, taking a seat. Before you can sink down, his hands are on you, guiding you to straddle his lap. You rest your hands lightly on his muscular chest as Rafe eyes you in his arms. His rough hands graze your back, landing on your bum; kneading your curves slowly.

"M'so glad you're here," he soughs, his lust-laced eyes locked on your lips. His crystal blues lift slowly to yours, sending chills down your spine. "You're still nervous sweetheart? Aren't you?"

You shake your head 'no' as you lean in close, kissing him tenderly. His hands drift down your bare thighs, slipping under the hem of your dress. "I'm not... I swear," you whisper as you widen your thighs, pressing your pussy against his rock-hard bulge as you start to grind slowly. Your lips hover close, Rafe, matching your steady breathing. Tension builds as you wait for the other to break.

Rafe kisses you deeply, a passionate exchange, pushing your hips to ride him clothed. "Need to taste you again. Fuck, you tasted so sweet," he mumbles between kisses. Rafe wraps you in his arms, lifting you off the couch. "Just a little bit now. I need it. Don't let me go any farther. Alright? Not yet."

He rests you back down on the couch, pulling you where he wants you, your body desperate for his lips. Rafe drops himself down to his knees for you, taking control as he spreads your thighs, eyeing your glistening cunt with a hungry groan. "No panties?" He chuckles darkly, his dangerous gaze flickering to yours. Rafe brushes your folds, gathering your essence all over his fingers, before sucking them clean as your eyes roll back. "M'so fuckin' hard, princess. Can't wait for you to suck my cock; make me cum again. Get that pretty little mouth of yours around my dick," he sighs. His strong arms loop around your thighs, pulling you closer than before, slumping you on the couch.

Rafe's eyes stay locked on yours as his lips do the same to your clit, sucking and brushing his tongue from side to side. He moans against your pussy, as his fingers toy with your entrance, teasing your pearl with the chilled ridges of his gold ring. Your thighs tremble, tightening around him.

"C'mon, baby," he taunts, spreading you wider, sucking and finger-fucking you with a little more force. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, holding back your cries of pleasure.

"Hey... Woah. Woah... Wait a minute, baby girl," he chides. "Need to hear you. Alright?"

"Yes, daddy..."

"Well, shit..." Rafe rasps as he grabs your legs, slinging them over his shoulders. "I could get used to that."

Everything increases; your heart rate, the pressure, the depth of his tongue in your soaked hole. "You taste like heaven," he pants, bumping his nose against your clit, making your thighs quake. Rafe laps at your pussy, devouring you completely. He breathes deeply, taking in your scent; the vibration of his low moan felt against your heat.

Rafe takes your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly, making you cry out; heels digging into his black dress shirt as you buck your hips; voice echoing through the large house. "There ya go... Atta girl."

Your back arches, lips crying out for him. "Fuck, Rafe. M'right there," you blubber. You reach for your satin straps, tugging down the top of your dress, letting your breasts spill free. Your hands instantly draw up to your tits, squeezing and pressing them together for him. Rafe bites down on your swollen clit; making you throw your head back. A choked sob spills from your lips.

Your hands drop down, weaving into his hair, giving it a rough tug. You grind your pussy on his face, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "Rafe, s-shit." Your eyes screw shut as you cum on his face, pleasure coursing through your system as your pussy clamps down around his thick fingers. Rafe works you through your orgasm, waiting until you're fully unwound to release you with a panting breath.

"Need it - Fuck. I need your cock in my mouth," you gasp; eyes still shut as you do your best to recover.

"Baby, c'mon..." He chuckles breathily as his lips find yours. You can taste yourself on his lips, making your mind fuzzy. "I wanna share a drink. Take you on a tour... You were supposed to hold me back. You can wait. Right?" You can hear the taunting in his tone, a devilish smirk playing on his kiss-bitten lips.

"Yes, daddy."

Rafe cups your breasts in his hands. Pinching and rolling your pebbled blush between his fingers. He sucks down, trailing wet kisses before biting your sensitive skin, causing you to moan again. "You're mine," he whispers, nuzzling himself into your chest. "I don't want anyone else to have you but me. Understand?"

"What - Wait..." You ask breathlessly. "I mean. Are you sure, Rafe? You barely know me. What if I didn't come into your office today-"

"You would have... eventually. I just got lucky. I always get what I want, princess. I don't wanna see you come into class with anyone else. Don't wanna overhear some douchebag talkin' about some absolutely stunning girl he took home from the bar. You're mine. My pussy," he breathes, making your breath hitch as he slaps your sensitive cunt, soothing it with his cupped palm. "My tits," he mumbles, licking a line through your cleavage as he palms them together. "My lips," he whispers as he kisses you again. "My fuckin' girl. Mine."

"M'yours, Rafe."

**********

"So, you're a professor? Just a professor?" You ask through a flirty grin as you swirl your champagne.

"Yeah... Got bored. Decided to go to college, then grad school; got my doctorate for fun," he rasps before taking a sip.

"So..." You look around, letting your silence speak for itself.

"I made some smart business decisions when I was young. Set myself up nicely."

"Mob boss?" You quip, making him cock his brow and laugh.

"If I told you, princess. I'd have to kill you." Rafe plays along, shooting you a mischievous look. "So, you're pretty far from home. You plannin' on going back for Spring Break, or are you gonna hang around here?"

You laugh nervously, wrinkling your brow, confused yet intrigued, charmed that he went out of his way to find out more about you. "How do you know where I'm from?"

He clears his throat, regretting his words slightly, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt on his thick forearms as he shifts anxiously. "Uh... Um," he puffs, draining some more liquor into his champagne flute. "Your student account," he mumbles sheepishly.

"Professor Cameron!" You gasp, flirtingly, as you lean in a little closer.

"S'bad. Alright. I know. I know! I couldn't help myself. I had to be proactive. Alright? High stakes. I gotta be real careful who I associate myself with."

"And you can associate yourself with me, Rafe?"

"Yeah. I have a good intuition, princess. Questionin' yours a little," he bullies. "That neighborhood you live in is shit, by the way. It's not safe, baby."

Your eyes double in surprise. The more he exposes, the more it should worry me, I know, but he's pulling me deeper. He's possessive, calculated, obsessed even. But, I fuckin' love it. How much more does he know about me?

I need to know.

"You look handsome," you laud; just a slight bite of your lip as you lean into the armrest, hair tumbling to the side. You cross your legs, letting your little dress ride up your thigh.

His eyebrows raise, running his palm against his wide smile, attempting to play it cool as he stares at the valley of your thigh. "Just tryin' to keep up with you, baby. You look stunning. Did you wear that-"

"On New Year's Eve..." You finish his sentence as a smirk pulls on your lips, Rafe taking the bait effortlessly. "Do you follow me on Instagram?"

"No... Just stalk you," he admits, not an ounce of shame in his voice. He can see that you clearly enjoy his attention. "Like I said... Gotta be careful who I keep around. Not to mention, I had to keep an eye on who else was watchin' you. I don't share." He smirks before tossing back the rest of his champagne. Oh...

"That's all you did, Rafe? Just look at my pictures; make sure I was safe?"

He gives you an open-mouth smile as a blush creeps across his cheeks. "You really wanna know?"

"I really wanna know..."

"That red swimsuit you wore in Cabo might be my favorite thing, princess."

You roll your eyes, expelling a dizzy laugh. "So... Again, Professor Cameron, is that all you did? Just look at my pictures; make sure I was safe?"You bully before taking a sip.

His gaze darkens on yours, the look in his eyes telling you more than enough. "Absolutely not."

Rafe adjusts himself in his chair, spreading his thighs a little wider as he pinches a fresh cigar between his lips. He reaches over to the coffee table, snagging the Perrier-Joute, drinking from the bottle. You can see that he's getting more comfortable as time passes by, as well. Laughing a little more, a few more buttons on his shirt undone, drinking straight from the source.

"So, Rafey," you ask in an unholy tone as you stroll from your chair to his, dropping down to your knees to slink the rest of the way. "Is there anything I can do for you? I really need that A." 

He quickly forgets his cigar, resting it in the ashtray without a second thought. Rafe extends the bottle to you, pouring it carefully, some still dribbling from your glossed lips down your chin. He leans down, pinching your cheeks in one hand, licking the mess to your lips. "I got a few things you can do for me, princess."

"Tell me," you whisper, fingering the buttons of his Dior button-down before pulling it open fully. Your fingers trace down his tanned chest, passing through the deep indentations of his abs to his black leather belt.

You can already see his long, thick cock; trapped in Italian wool, making your mouth water. "Since you're on your knees," Rafe smiles as he pinches the button of his pants, opening that, then the zipper. "Why don't you choke on daddy's cock. Hmm?" You can feel the wetness between your thighs, the soft sweetness of his voice contrasting his domineering words, making your head spin. You draw the material over his hips, releasing his aching dick.

You glide your fingers through your pussy; gathering your slick on your digits, taking hold of the base of Rafe's cock. He shakes his head and smiles as his teeth tug on his bottom lip. You work him slowly, watching as the little bead of precum grows larger.

Rafe's hand toils through your hair, brushing it away so he can get a better view of your face. "So pretty on your knees, baby-" Rafe's words get lost in a moan as your warm tongue traces along his prominent vein, catching his cum as it drips down the side.

You lick a few fat stripes up his shaft, kissing his ruddy tip wetly as his dick twitches in your palm. "Fuck, honey," he groans deeply, tossing his head back on the leather chair. "Might not ever let you leave." His hold on your strands tightens as your warm, wet mouth wraps around his swollen tip. A deep moan follows as you suckle on Rafe's head, flicking your tongue along his slit. You caress his balls, taking him to the back of your throat.

Rafe pushes you a little farther, releasing a needy moan as you deepthroat cock. Tears roll heavily down your cheeks as you take as much of him as you can get, gliding off slowly; swirling to the tip, making Rafe's eyes roll back. "Jesus Christ, angel, where's that gag reflex? Huh?" He laughs airly. "So good at sucking cock." Rafe pitches his hips, ramming you deep, making you gag. "Mmm... Shit. There she is," he groans.

Rafe slumps a little lower as he lifts the bottle to his lips, taking a pull. "Gonna bust my load already... Damn, you look good," he praises through a panting breath, making his stomach muscles flex. His thick thighs tremble as you start to stroke him with your mouth, rolling his heavy balls in your tiny hand. You release his cock with a pop, causing him to let out a desperate plea for more.

"M'so wet, Rafe," you whine, feeling your wetness drip from your pussy, gliding down your inner thigh. You take two fingers, skimming them through the mess. Rafe's already set, snatching your wrist; guiding your dainty fingers to his mouth.

He savors the taste, only releasing them when you tighten your lips around his dick again. Twisting your hand at the base, you bob up and down. Rafe follows your strokes, pressing you down here and there as he mumbles praise. "Lips look so good around my cock, sweetheart. Look at you, take it, baby. Such a good little slut f'me. Gag on it. Fuckin' gag on me. Mine... This mouth is fucking mine."

You hollow your cheeks, milking his cock with your mouth, making him whimper and shift in his chair as his eyes slam shut. "I'm right fuckin' there. I - I'm... Fuckkk," he moans, hazy eyes widening as you sink your pussy down on his dick instead.

"Bounce on my cock. Tits in your face," you whisper against his lips, repeating his words from his office as you lower the top of your dress as well.

"You're a fantasy, baby. Fuck." Rafe slaps your ass cheek roughly, then the other side, hissing out a breath as your pussy tightens around him. Rafe pants and groans, his muscles wound tight as he tries to hold steady, watching you as you ride and bounce on top. He's speechless, eyes moving from your face to your breasts; losing control when he glances down, watching the place where you connect; his thick cock glistening with you.

"Fuck me," he grunts in blissful defeat, taking a harsh grip on your hips, pounding deep. Rafe moans your name as he cums hard, continuing to fuck upward, gritting his teeth in overstimulation. No part of him wants to stop now that he has you like this. Rafe pulls you into his lips, kissing you slowly as you grind through his sticky spent.

"Should I stop?" You whisper, feeling Rafe's smile spread against your lips.

"No, princess. Don't fuckin' stop."

********

Your garter belt wraps around your thighs, lingerie hugging the fullness of your breasts; something new, something bought by Rafe just for you. It's a gorgeous set; cups made of two large satin ribbons tied at the center; your crotchless panties, a delicate red lace.

"C'mon, princess. Stop makin' me wait," he croons.

"This is too much, Rafe... I don't need all of this. Truly," you sigh as you round the corner, relaxing against the doorframe.

Rafe licks his lip, savoring each glimpse of bare skin. "Nah... This one's for me." He pushes off the bed, moving toward you, pulling you close before kissing you deeply, breaking away from time to time, solely to take you in. "Better than I imagined..."

"You thought about this?" You hum.

"More than I should, princess," Rafe breathes, lifting you into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as you bend your arms a little tighter around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Rafe walks you over to the bed slowly, taking his time as you press your chest against his, hearts picking up pace together. He sets you down on the mattress, mounting you a moment later.

Rafe's absolutely beautiful like this: dark blonde hair a mess, flushed cheeked, skin dewy. He cages you in, admiring you for a moment before starting again. He grinds his dick against you, trailing pre cum on your skin as he works his body against yours. Rafe continues to tease the both of you, his cock, painfully hard as you wait for him to ease your ache.

He swirls his dick through your arousal, nudging your entrance with his swollen head. Rafe gives you one last look before dropping his focus low. "Shittt," he groans as your walls pull him in. He fights the urge to throw his hips into you, working slow enough to let you feel every curve and ridge until he's filled you to the brim. You don't even realize you're holding your breath until he rests his heavy head on your shoulder.

"Fuck, Rafe."

"Squeezin' me so tight," he breathes. Rafe completely bottoms you out, balls resting against your ass. He grips your hips, forcing himself even deeper, pressing his cock into you with his full weight making you squirm away slightly.

"Where are you goin', Princess?" He mumbles against your warm skin, the safeword you joked about during dessert right on the tip of your tongue, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.

"Nowhere, daddy," you pant as you wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to stay.

"My girl," Rafe growls, lips latching onto your neck, sucking harshly. He marks you with his lips, branding you with what will surely leave behind a dark purple hickey. His teeth sink into your skin, causing you to whimper.

Rafe starts to rock his cock into you, nailing your sweet spot each time. You wrap your arms around him, marking him in your own way as your manicured nails drive into his skin. Rafe moans your name, getting off on the ache.

His body drags away from yours, tugging at the bow between your breasts, letting the satin fall to your sides as he changes positions. Rafe starts to stroke as hands move from your hips to your breasts, gripping them tight, pinching and rolling your nipples before settling on your neck.

You wait impatiently for his grasp as Rafe studies his skin on yours. He smirks wickedly, watching the way his rings glint in the low lighting, his hand wrapped like a necklace around your pretty little throat.

Rafe tightens his grip, making your eyes roll back as he pumps into slow and deep, snapping his hips each time. You can feel yourself a little more breathless than before; your pulse felt under his heavy hand. You let out a choked cry as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing circles on top.

"Faster," you beg, your voice cock-drunk and hoarse.

"Mmm... Bet my little slut wants it harder too. Yeah?"

"Yes - Fuck," you squeal. Your breasts bounce with each clap of his hips, his fat tip kissing your g-spot with each thrust. Rafe gives it to you harder and faster as you feel your pleasure about to boil over.

He's just as pussy-drunk, eyes glossed, pupils blown. Your eyes flutter closed, drool seeping out of the corner of your plump lips. You feel Rafe's breath on your skin, his soft tongue cleaning you off just as he did with the champagne, spitting it back into your open mouth this time.

His tongue tangles with yours, sloppy and breathless, as you swallow each other's sounds. "M'gonna cum," you gasp, feeling tears of pleasure well in your eyes.

"Me too, baby. You gonna make a mess? Let me clean it up for you," he pants.

"Yeah-ahh," you answer shakily. Warm liquid squirts from your sex, soaking Rafe's thick cock and his expensive sheets. "Fuck, Rafe," you whimper. I can't believe I just did that... I've only seen that in porn. Rafe quickly snuffs out your embarrassment as he coaxes you further.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that. I think my girls got more in her. Don't you?" He grunts, not letting up, applying more pressure to your clit. You feel it again; a second release, Rafe fucking you through the spurts of your climax.

Rafe was right. He always gets what he wants.

"Gonna cum... Gonna fill you so full, Princess. Fuck," he moans.

"Cum in my pussy, daddy."

Rafe's eyes roll back at the sounds of your voice, his release following close behind, muscles tightening as he floods you with his finish.  He throws his head back, breathing deeply as he comes down from his high.

"Co'mere..." You whisper. Rafe gives you a satisfied smile, burying himself in your neck; holding you close for a moment before rolling you on top.

You rest your head on his chest, listening as his heart starts to slow with his breathing. Rafe's rough fingertips skim your spine as he releases a deep breath. "Mmm... Baby?" He mumbles sleepily, wrapping you tightly in his arms.

"Yes," you whisper, blissed out and breathless as you meet his beautiful eyes.

"You're never leaving."

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[me-and-your-husband]

body ink || e. williams

summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader.

warnings: smut!, fingering (e receiving), oral (e receiving), tattoo guns, mentions of a needle, tattoos? finger sucking?? not beta read (i didn't even read tbis through once)

a/n: i've risen from the dead. lets chat, my inbox is open :)

e.williams

Hey! I've gone thru your page and I love your work. Especially your big pieces, they're sick asf. I was wondering if you had any openings for July?

y/ntattoos

hi! i'm glad you like my work, thank you for the kind words! i've got a couple openings in july, when can you come in?

e.williams

I can come in whenever. I'll make time for it if I have to...I don't care when, as long as you're the one doing it haha

y/ntattoos

how does july 13th at 1pm sound?

e.williams

That works!

y/ntattoos

perfect. what are you looking to get done?

e.williams

I was looking to get something kind of floral but not super...soft, yk?

y/ntattoos

so not super feminine? like no roses?

e.williams

Yeah, exactly like that. I don't have a design in mind...I kind of wanted you to design it? I'll pay extra for it I don't mind, but I saw your other designs on your page and liked your style lol

y/ntattoos

okay, tell you what: i'll draw up a couple designs and send them your way before the appointment. sound okay?

e.williams

Yes! Perfect.

y/ntattoos

cool cool. i'll send you the quote once we choose a design. how big were you thinking? and where?

e.williams

I was thinking on my thigh...? I know some artists won't do thighs so if you're uncomfortable w that it's cool!

I was hoping to cover most of my thigh tho

y/ntattoos

haha dw about it. i'm fine with the thigh. trust me, i'm sure i've had weirder requests.

e.williams

Oh yeah? Like what?

y/ntattoos

had a guy a few weeks ago who wanted a full portrait of his grandma on his ass.

e.williams

Oh my goddd. Did you do it?

y/ntattoos

...

$300 is $300...

e.williams

At least I know you're cool with a thigh 😭

y/ntattoos

absolutely. well, i've got some more dms to answer but i'll get to drawing up your design asap. i'll be in touch, thanks ellie :)

e.williams

Sweet. Have a good one :)

ellie walked into your tattoo shop about fifteen minutes early, to which the receptionist told her to take a seat as you were still finishing up with another client. "she shouldn't be too long."

you had reached out to ellie with five or six amazing designs, all of which she loved. she had such a hard time choosing between all of them, but you managed to rework her favourite parts of each design into one. you both finally came up with a tattoo design that she was obsessed with.

ellie half expected you to be a middle-aged woman with black lipstick and face tattoos, maybe even half of your head shaved and the other side bright pink. your page didn't feature any photos of yourself, just your work.

so when you came waltzing out from the studio and into the foyer, ellie thought you were the client.

"hey, your next client is here," jess said, gesturing to ellie in the chair by the entrance scrolling her phone.

"thanks, jess," you said before approaching ellie. "ellie?"

she looked up from her phone at you, completely startled by who was in front of her. a girl about her age, fucking gorgeous. there's no way you could've developed such skill in so little time.

"hi, yes, that's, uh, that's me," she said as she stood, shoving her phone in her pocket.

"nice to finally meet you," you said, holding your hand out for her to shake. her breath hitched slightly as she took yours.

"you too," she mumbled.

"i'll take you back into the studio now, i've just gotta wipe everything down from my last client." you started walking into the back and she followed you.

"cool, cool ," she said nervously.

this wasn't her first tattoo. she knew what it felt like. she wasn't sweating, stuttering, and shaking before she caught a glimpse of you.

her breath caught in her throat when she realized that you'd have to sit between her legs for most of the appointment.

she was so fucked.

she stood awkwardly playing with her fingers as you sanitized the tools and the chair, listening to you hum slightly to the music playing. she could hear the buzz of the tattoo gun from other artists in the space tattooing other clients.

in the back, an older man was tattooing a woman on the back of her knee. that had to hurt. next to them was a older woman tattooing a woman not much older than you two.

"alright, we're all set. i'm just gonna put this up," you said, unfolding one of those old-timey partitions that princesses change behind in the movies. "it's just to give us a bit of privacy, since you're getting tattooed in a bit more of an exposed place, you know?"

"oh yeah, that makes sense. thanks."

"don't thank me," you laughed. "okay, not to be too forward or anything, but if you brought shorts to change into, i'll give you a minute. if not, i'm cool with you just taking your pants off."

ellie laughed nervously, knowing it didn't even cross her mind to bring shorts. "take me out to dinner first, damn," she chuckled, starting to undo her belt buckle.

you pretended to occupy yourself with putting your gloves on and preparing your table as she took her pants and shoes off, leaving her in her black boxers, your mouth watering a little at her toned thighs.

"you can hop up on the chair when you're done. if you can just like, throw one leg over each side— yeah, like that. perfect."

ellie couldn't believe that she was borderline straddling a tattoo chair in her boxers right now. in front of you, especially. fuck.

without much warning, you slid your swivel chair almost between her legs.

"left or right?"

"uh, i write with my right hand, but i can do some things with my left?" she swallowed hard.

you laughed, "are you getting it on your left or right thigh?"

"oh, uh," god, she was an idiot. "left."

"cool. i'm gonna put the stencil on, then you can look in the mirror and see if you like it. 'kay?"

she nodded, watching you peel the film from the stencil, trying her hardest not to tense up when your soft fingers placed the stencil onto her milky skin, sending shivers straight to her centre.

when she looked at it in the mirror, she grinned, rotating her leg around to get a good look. "fuck, that's sick. i'd be content with just the stencil, you know."

you smiled at her through the mirror. "well hopefully you'll like it better once it's actually shaded."

once you had her back in the chair, you began prepping your gun. "okay, i know you've had a tattoo before, i saw that piece on your arm. so you know what to expect, right?"

"yeah. yeah, i'll be fine."

"okay. if you need a break, just let me know, kay? thighs can be sensitive." you switched the gun on.

"will do."

you began the outlining, humming to yourself over the buzz of the gun. she watched your face focused on the lines, keeping a steady hand.

"who did your arm piece?" you said as you wiped the ink away, making brief eye contact with her.

"oh, my ex-girlfriend did it. she bought a cheap tattoo gun when we were teenagers and i was her test subject i guess."

"cute," you said. "i was just curious." you went back to tattooing her thigh.

ex-girlfriend. that piqued your interest. i mean, it was kind of a given based on the fact that she was wearing boxers and looked like the idea of men repulsed her. and the way she took you in when she first saw you. like she was thirsty. and she was so fine, the way you could see her thigh clench and feel it under your fingers making you want to take her right behind that privacy partition.

"my ex let me tat her too. she was brave. let me do an entire leg sleeve my first time."

"oh?"

"yeah. it kind of ended badly though, so she probably regrets it."

ellie sighs, "that's the beauty of being into girls. they fuck you up."

"amen," you said, looking up at her again.

you made small talk as you worked. you found out that she was a university student studying astrophysics, that she works with her dad in the summer as a contractor to make some extra cash, that she teaches guitar throughout the school year, and that she's an artist herself (her media of choice being oil paints). she even told you that she missed work with her dad today specifically to come.

you quite enjoyed how she'd tilt her head back when you shaded some more painful areas, the cords in her neck more prominent and the column of her throat exposed.

four and a half hours later, the tattoo was finished, and you placed the second skin over her tattoo. you gave her all the aftercare instructions, going over the dos and don'ts. she held her breath when you didn't move your hand from her knee until you told her to go look at it in the mirror.

"holy fuck!?"

"...is that a good reaction or a bad reaction?"

"it's fucking amazing! jesus christ, that's so fucking cool. oh my god. you're amazing."

you blushed and thanked her as you watched her check it out in the mirror, inspecting it and gushing over how detailed it was.

she put her pants and shoes back on and you walked her out to reception.

"i've got this one, jess. take a smoke break," you said, smiling at your receptionist. she thanked you and scurried into the back room.

"alright ellie, that's $200."

"what? you quoted me at $350?"

you just smiled and looked at her, leaning forward against the counter. "pretty girl discount."

her face turned red as she took out her wallet and grinned. she counted out the money, laying $200 in cash against the counter.

"you gonna give the next client who walks through that door today a pretty girl discount, or is it just me?"

"actually, you're my last. and for the record, you're the first to get the discount."

she smiled and returned to her wallet, folding up more bills. after you put the money in the register, she leaned forward and tucked a stack of folded bills into the front pocket of your shirt, pulling you in close. "pretty girl tip."

you bit your lip as you looked at her. her eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips, finally deciding on your eyes. "you said i'm your last client, yeah?"

"yeah," you breathed.

"what're you doing after this, then?"

"well, a pretty girl hasn't asked me to go home with her yet, so i guess i'll probably pick up a coffee and—"

"come home with me?" she breathed, leaning in slightly. "please."

you giggled, "like i could say no to that."

tired of her teasing, her breath eternally fanning over your lips, you grabbed her and pulled her into you over the counter. your lips met and she groaned into the kiss, pulling away after a few seconds. she held her car keys up and shook them, "you ready, babe?"

she had you pressed up against the wall as soon as she kicked her door shut behind her, hands all up in your hair, lips bruising against yours. you kissed her back fervently. your hand slid down to her core, feeling the wetness through her boxers and jeans. she whimpered into your open mouth at the feeling.

"fuck, you're so wet, ellie."

"then do something about it," she said, hiding her smirk in your neck as she sucked hickeys into it.

"then take me to your bed."

she led you to her room, closing and locking the door, just in case. you pushed her flannel from her shoulders and undid her belt buckle, undoing the buttons on her jeans and sliding them down her legs, being careful of her thigh. she groaned.

"this doesn't seem fair," she said, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and sliding it off. she slid your pants down your legs and threw them onto the floor. "that's better."

she laid on top of you, caging you in, undoing your bra and sucking on your tits, trailing kisses down to your stomach. "fuck, so beautiful," she groaned. 

you pressed your knee gently into her core, "still want me to take care of that?"

"fuck, yeah."

you flipped her over so her ass hung off the edge of the bed and you got on your knees on the carpeted floor. she propped herself up on your elbows, watching your every move.

you began running your finger over her covered core, soaked so good that your finger was covered in her wetness when you took it away, bringing it to your lips.

"please, fuck, i need more, take them off," she said, bucking her hips up.

you hummed, "but i'm enjoying myself, el."

"please, i need you so bad y/n."

"what do you need ellie? tell me."

"i need your fingers, your mouth, anything. i'll do anything. just need you," she begged, shame gone.

"you're lucky you're insanely hot."

you slid her boxers off, watching the strings of slick that connected her pussy to the fabric. you laid your head against the thigh that wasn't freshly tattooed, tracing your finger through her dripping core.

"open up for me, honey," you instructed, gently spreading her thighs further apart.

she let out the most guttural moan when your tongue finally slid through her folds, collecting her juices on your tongue. her hands found your hair and pulled gently, making you moan into her cunt.

you sucked her clit gently, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. when your middle finger slid into her entrance she tried to muffle her moan with the back of her hand, but you yanked it away. "wanna hear you, el. don't do that."

"fuck, you're too good. fuckkk."

"you almost there el? can feel you clenchin' around me," you said, sliding another finger in and returning your mouth to lapping at her folds, paying special attention to her bundle of nerves.

she hummed and nodded fervently. with every thrust in and out, you felt her clench around you, a small white ring forming around the base of your fingers.

"fuck, fuck! i'm gonna— ohhhhh god—!"

you lapped up all of her release that you could, only coming up for air once she had to push your head away from the overstimulation.

you wiped her release from your face with the back of your hand and brought your fingers to her lips, "open."

she grabbed your wrist and obeyed, swirling her tongue around your digits and closing her eyes. "see how good you taste?"

she released them with a 'pop'. "i bet you taste better."

"i seriously doubt that."

"you've been between my legs twice today. i think it's my turn to be between yours. take your panties off."

permanent taglist:

@winters-fairy @idkwhattonamethisblogs

ellie taglist:

@chrry1ovr @milly-louise @dankpunks @starhrtz

@pedrobaby @urlocalgingersnap @wrendermedone @kissyslut @felsweb

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams x reader fluff #ellie #tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #lesbian

[strawberries-and-racing]

i wanna be yours - mv1

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

requests that came together and inspired this series:

• nsfw prompts 9-13 (in pt. 2)

• 'listen up. Obsessive possessive crazy max for sweet innocent reader smut.'

• 'ok so we need dark FICS of any driver of your choice but make him very obsessive and possessive and don't forget the smut. Keep it up girlllll!!!'

summary: a lot of tension building between possessive max and sweet y/n.

warnings: alcohol consumption, fluff, slightly crazy max, some cliches (im sorry!) also the title is based off the arctic monkeys song because i felt like the vibes matched also i love arctic monkeys💕

a/n: screaming once again!!! this is the first fluff ive posted and it's part 1/2. the next part has the smut as promised but i wanted to take my time and build this up please enjoy🙏

the flight to the UK was long, but well worth it. two months ago you'd been offered an unbelievable opportunity.

an opportunity you'd been dreaming of for years, one you'd spent what felt like an eternity working towards— an engineering internship. not just any internship, one with the red bull formula one team.

you'd be able to travel with the team, shadow the engineers, help with various tasks around the paddock, and design parts at hq. an absolute dream.

after scouring a thousand real estate websites, you'd finally found the perfect place for to live.

a little 1 bed 1 bath apartment, tucked into a beautiful, quaint little neighbourhood. just 30 mins to the red bull hq.

you'd dedicated many late nights and ikea shopping trips to making the apartment your own. your comfortable escape from the grueling hours of studying and pressures of the internship.

you led a busy life, but it never bothered you. you adored what you did and formula one had been your passion since you were a little girl.

and now everything was falling into place. in fact, tommorrow you'd leave to attend your first race with the team. austria. red bulls home race.

you were ecstatic to say the least.

  °~•☆•♡•☆•~°

you hurriedly made your way through the paddock and into the red bull garage. your eyes glued to the schedule on top of the pile of papers in your arms.

you were on your way to assist one of the senior engineers in preparation before the race began.

you were nervous, and it was no help that you weren't exactly sure where you were supposed to be meeting him.

suddenly, you stumble over your own feet and bump into someone.

you feel hands on your shoulders, their grasp firm, steadying you.

you look up and are taken aback by the pair of strikingly blue eyes staring back at you. his eyes were the kind of crystal blue that would capture anyones attention. but despite their bright colour, they had a sort of inexplicable depth, darkness to them.

there was something in his expression that you couldn't quite read. something stirring beneath the surface of his icy gaze. it was as though he wasn't just looking at you, but into you.

you abruptly become aware of his hands, still on your shoulders. you're so oddly aware of them, as if it's your first time being touched by anyone.

he holds you firmly, as if trying to hold you together. the moment seemed to last forever. the two of you frozen in time.

a stranger's eye contact and touch shouldn't be affecting you in this way.

"you okay?"

it's only once he speaks that you realize who the man standing in front of you is.

your eyes widen, cheeks flushing. you straighten up quickly, mouth slightly agape.

"oh'" you start, at a loss for words "yeah, im sorry." you manage a small smile.

you straighten up an take a step backwards, pulling away from his grasp. you miss the warmth of his hands more than you'd ever like to admit.

"it's okay, no worries," his eyes linger on you a moment longer before you both go your separate ways.

as you walk away, you cant help but glance back at him.

max verstappen.

you'd certainly heard him speak before on tv, but something about his accent in person was enchanting. his energy seemed to linger on you like perfume.

everything about him caught your attention, long before you'd bumped into him in person.

you'd seen his dominance on track, it was impossible not to notice. he could control the car like no other driver, handling each corner perfectly. he pushed the car to the limit every race and it payed off.

it wasn't just his driving you noticed. his persona. it was everything. and you couldn't ignore the fact that it was sexy.

his short temper, his tendency to snap easily.

it was unreasonably and indescribably attractive.

  °~•☆•♡•☆•~°

the next time you see him he's across the room. you're studying the notes that the senior engineer gave you, papers and writing utensils spread across the table in front of you.

he was discussing something with his race engineer, he certainly wasn't doing anything that was particularly interesting or peculiar, he wasn't even looking in your direction. but for fucks sake you were distracted. you were somehow absorbed by his prescence.

ever since bumping into him you couldn't seem to get him out of your head. last night you'd replayed the memory over and over in your mind, finding it more difficult than usual to fall asleep.

all day, you'd silently prayed you would bump into eachother again. your relentless efforts to push your thoughts and feelings to the back of your mind were useless.

the mere idea of him was addictive, so alluring. he was drug-like to you and impossible to ignore.

although it was unknown to you at the time, max had found himself similarly hooked on you. or rather, the thought of you. even though he found enough strength to avoid looking at you, he was well aware of you. sitting at the table in the furthest corner. he was even more aware of the fact that your eyes kept flickering in his direction.

your energy was unlike anything he had ever known. you walked around with an aura of pure innocence. yet you seemed untouchable.

your smile shone. your laugh was contagious. you radiated sunshine. max had come to know these things about you.

you were magnetic in such a way that made him curious.

it stirred something inexplicable inside him. like you were another thing for him to win, to claim. another thing for him to dominant. to corrupt.

your innocence was tangible. and max wanted to be the one to wreck you. it was all he thought about.

ruining you.

  °~•☆•♡•☆•~°

the light in your apartment was soft. that's how you preferred it.

you relished your alone time. your small apartment was tailored exactly to you. it was always where you felt perfectly safe and at ease.

light from the sunset was just beginning to spill through your windows. you're stirring a big pot of soup on the stove with lazy motions.

a buzz from your phone catches your attention, the screen lights up and you see a new message. it's from andrew, one of the young engineers at red bull who you'd grown close with over the past few months.

your eyes widen upon reading the message.

a dinner with drivers? you couldn't deny that it sounded exciting.

but then again, you were already in your pajamas and the soup was beginning to steam.

you suck in a breath.

fuck.

the three letters of his name were more than enough to change your answer.

  °~•☆•♡•☆•~°

you spent half your time getting ready frantically choosing an outfit.

finally, you'd settled on your favorite black dress. your hair fell over your shoulders in soft curls left over from the day before.

now, you were standing outside the restaurant. you take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

you walk in and the hostess greets you with a friendly smile. you're led to a booth connected to a big table that's only half full.

andrew waves you over and you take a seat next to him in the booth. lando sits across from you.

youd never spoken with lando outside of strictly professional context and you were pleasantly surprised by his charming humor. you're engrossed in the conversation with the two boys as the rest of the group fills the table. you look up to greet the others.

your breath hitches when you see him. his eyes stare into yours with the same intensity as they had two days ago. you don't break the eye contact until he sits down and a dark haired boy you've never seen before calls his name.

despite the abrupt rush of blood to your head, you manage to hold up the conversation with lando.

  °~•☆•♡•☆•~°

max couldn't keep his eyes off you for long, and the longer he watched the tighter his grip got on his glass, until his knuckles turned white. he was so focused on you laughing and smiling with lando that he didn't pick up on the way you fidgeted with your ring. a nervous tell.

max clenched his jaw as you leaned in close to something lando said. far closer than what many would deem an action between two casual friends. your giggles and blushing and landos knowing smirk and your hand jokingly smacking his arm made max see red.

"you alright, mate?"

"im fine."

  °~•☆•♡•☆•~°

as the night goes on and the chatter and laughter get louder, people begin shuffling around, moving to talk with new people.

lando is called over to a different group of friends and andrew leaves with him, leaving you alone in the booth.

"having fun?"

you recognize his voice immediately, sense his burning presence as he slides into the booth, sitting next to you.

"yeah." you manage a smile. "the food was really good."

"that's good." he says, briefly glancing away. your eyes involuntarily trace over the tendons of his neck.

he was wearing a dark button down, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. simple, but ridiculously sexy.

he turns his eyes back onto you. "i didn't know you were gonna be here."

"oh i—" you hesitate for a second, his eyes making your heart skip a beat.

"andrew invited me." you explained, turning slightly so you could face him.

"mm, so are you..." he gestures between you and andrew a few seats down, you know what hes asking.

"oh no, we're just friends." you toy with the edge of your napkin.

it was a bold topic to bring up during a first conversation to say the least, but it didn't feel weird. there wasn't the usual tension, usual coldness that typically came with talking to someone for the first time. it was comfortable, you were able to relax a little.

"hm." is all max answers with. he spreads his legs slightly and pushes his hips forwards, getting comfortable. his leg brushing against yours.

the casual action had your heart thrumming in your ears, beating so loudly you're worried he can hear it.

you swallow, having to glance away. you feel your cheeks turning red.

why max verstappen had such an intense effect on you was still a mystery.

"so um—" you start, trying to make some small talk that would distract you from his arm that now rested on the ledge behind you. you take a breath, composing yourself before speaking. "how often do you guys do this kind of thing?"

he shifted again, his leg touching yours, but he doesn't pull it away this time. the knot of nerves in your stomach tightened. you felt your face turn even redder. the physical contact made your body ache for more.

max smirked, his ego swelling as he saw the effect he had on you.

"once in a while, usually after a race." 

you nod, biting your lip.

"congratulations by the way." you say, it wasn't surprising he'd taken first yet again, but you said it anyways. you prayed he wasn't able to pick up on the way your words came out slightly shaky.

you wanted to do nothing more than relax into him, but with the way he was looking at you that proved to be impossible.

you took a sip of your wine, desperate to cool down as an unexpected surge of heat washed over you which lingered between your legs.

max was different than anyone you'd ever talked too before. he reminded you of nobody. his sense of humor was unique and hilarious.

as the conversation continued you grew immensely fond of the dutchman sitting beside you. although you were absorbed in the stories from his childhood he told you, you remained acutely aware of how close the two of you were now sitting.

max's night couldn't have been unfolding more perfectly. your body language made your thoughts and feelings painfully obvious.

he picked up on the way you blushed immensely at any slight touch from him. the way your pupils dilated as you stared at him. the goosebumps that spread across your chest when he complimented your dress.

but the loudness of the restaurant was a little too much for him. there were too many people here. he craved something more intimate, more private.

"do you wanna get out of here?"

you're caught off guard by his words.

the question was so cliche, yet coming from his mouth it made your heart throb.

"there's a beautiful view not too far from here," he continued, "we could walk?"

his voice was like velvet and he leaned in close, speaking in a low tone as if he didnt want anyone to hear except you.

by now, you're practically having heart palpitations. the pit in your stomach gapes wider.

it was already hard enough for you to keep your sanity intact with him while surrounded by other people. you honestly aren't sure if you could handle being out alone with him.

you nod slowly your head spinning, breathe quickening.

"oh, yeah i'd love that." your voice was unsteadt, yet enthusiastic.

without another word he starts getting up, but before he slips out of the booth he gently touches your leg with his hand, as if reassuring you.

his fingers may as well have been made of hot metal, his touch affected your entire body, his fingerprints burned into your skin.

you felt like a little kid with a crush as you gingerly got up and followed max out of the restaurant, butterflies in your stomach and in your mind.

you don't notice all the eyes on you two as you leave the restaurant, too caught up in the giddiness you were feeling. your own eyes too focused on max in front of you, more specifically on his back which looked so good in that damn shirt.

max, on the other hand, was well aware of all the eyes on him. he fought to keep his cocky grin at bay. there were at least 20 other people there, and out of everyone, you were leaving with him.

he opens the door and lets you by first.

"thank you," you say, the night air cooling your overheated body.

"of course."

amongst the ever present—extremely active— butterflies that fluttered in your stomach, you felt a twinge of genuine nervousness.

you realize that you had just left a restaurant, alone at night, with a guy you technically barely knew. was this safe?

it certainly felt safe. max felt nothing like a stranger.

your nervousness melted away once max fell into step beside you. you looked up at him, at those intense blue eyes.

you were walking so close your arms touched. you had the urge to reach out and take his hand, but of course you didn't.

so there you were, walking alongside max verstappen into the dark night, to see the promised beautiful view.

you'd only walked two blocks before max carefully took your hand in his, entwining his fingers with yours.

please let me know if you want to be tagged for pt.2 (this might end up being three parts)❤

#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fic #max verstappen fanfic #mv1 #mv33 #f1 #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #prompts #fanfic request #f1 fanfic

[veveisveryuncool]

kine is based off mola mola sunfish, which are about 6ft in size!!therefore i raise you: mola mola sunbathing party!! (+ the slightly more realistic animal friends :DD)

OKAY i did a lot of research on animals for this one!! feel free to read my notes under the cut 👇

kine: is a mola mola/ocean sunfish, specifically from pacific waters! i'm in love with the idea of this six foot behemoth next to all the tiny creatures of dreamland, and as someone with a crippling obsession with fish, i had to draw him :] pacific mola molas match the distinctive petal-shaped clauvus (not a caudal fin!) that kine has, but don't have a lot of iconic lip action, which is why i tried to make it seem like a... discolored snout? molas are typically one color, and the blue color could seem natural from an angle, so let's pretend that real!kine just has lots of cool barnacles.

coo: is taken from @starflungwaddledee's dusky eagle owl notes! they literally look so much like coo it's insanee + i added the stripes to his wings. finding the bird-to-cartoon ratio was kinda hard actually 😭 birds are hard to draw what

rick: is based on a golden hamster (aka syrian hamster)!!! he's exactly the type of hamster you think of when you think of a normal hamster. golden hamsters are technically one of the largest hamsters, but still only stand at about 7 inches— so i decided to use his cartoon logic to keep him somewhat relative to coo

chuchu: SHE'S A FLAPJACK OCTOPUS SHE'S LITERALLY A FLAPJACK OCTOPUS!!!! scientists actually wanted to name the species "adorabilis" and just look them up please they're so cute!!! you can tell that DL3 character designers had flapjack octopi on their minds when they designed her. their fins look similar to a bow, and i obviously couldn't get rid of that, so i gave her both :]]

nago: is a calico cat. he's not overly cartoonish in his game design in regards to how he looks as a cat— he is undeniably a cat. i let my middle school warrior cats obsession take over for that one. calicos are almost always female, so i also raise you trans nago 🫶

pitch: resembles a warbling white eye, according to wikirby. i tend to draw him similar to one anyways, thanks to adeleine's slightly more realistic drawings in the DL3 credits. he's definitely also been sized up to fit in with the rest of the cast, since a 4-inch bird wouldn't exactly be visible.

thanks for listening to my rambles about animals!! i tried to keep a good mix between realism and video game designs just for kicks and giggles, hopefully it doesn't fall into a weird uncanny valley haha :] ✌️

#honestly. i am terrified of molas. would scream if i saw one. anything bigger than a pleco would scare me irl #this is why i stick to fishtank sized fishies lmao #i hope i did my animal research right! pulled up a crap ton of references for these lol (i was the animal facts kid) #kirby series #kirby #veves ultra cool art #kine the fish #rick the hamster #coo the owl #chuchu kirby #pitch kirby #nago the cat #bandana waddle dee #gooey kirby #yeah 😎 i tagged them all #spent a week working on these my pencil is dead

[cal-flakes]

Completely obsessed with dealer!rafe. 😍

Can we please have him take his angel on a shopping spree. Like he buys her anything she wants, from food to designer jewellery. Anything to see the smile on her face.

okay so i love this.

╰┈➤ shopping spree with dealer!rafe

warnings: a tad nsfw if you look closely.

summary: rafe treats his princess to anything she wants for the day.

the sound of silverware scraping against dishes filled the restaurant while y/n twirled the pasta around her fork. she huffed slightly, hoping it would go unnoticed. it didn’t.

“angel, don’t worry if you can’t finish it, if you’re full you’re full..” he soothed, reaching across the table to stroke her hand.

“but i feel bad, it’s super expensive!” she whined, guilt ridden. y/n always felt bad spending rafe’s money, despite him having too much for his own good. “shh, i told you today was all about you, i don’t care about the money..”

after a bit of back and forth, rafe settled the bill before leaving the restaurant.

“okay princess, where do you wanna go?” he asked, gesturing towards the open street, filled with stores.

her face twisted in thought, stroking her chin amusingly. “ooh! bookstore!” she squealed, throwing her hands in the air excitedly.

he wiped a hand over his face as he chuckled, grinning at her childlike behaviour.

“books? i’m offering to buy you anything you could possibly want, and you want books?” he laughed, exasperated.

she frowned slightly. “i mean, yeah! you just bought me new shelves, i need to fill them?” she spoke, as if he should’ve known. “okay, okay..whatever you want baby..”

interlocking her hand in his, she pulled him through the bustling crowds of people and turned down a little side street.

she beamed up at him as he grimaced at the tatty old store they’d stopped in front of.

“baby, i love you but why would you wanna get old books from here? you don’t want me to get you brand new ones?” he suggested,

“rafe..second hand books are so much better!” she whined, smacking his chest lightly. he held his hands up in defeat before ushering her inside.

he sat patiently in the corner as she browsed the shop, trailing her dainty hands along the worn spines.

“hey baby, i gotta make a few phone calls, i’ll come and get you when you’re done..” he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. she nodded, turning back to the books.

thirty minutes passed, and she had read countless blurbs and descriptions before rafe returned.

“hey princess you done?” he asked, smirking as he slipped something into his back pocket. “almost! can you give me a hand with these please?” she groaned, struggling to carry the stack of books to the cashier.

he rushed to her side, shifting the weight of the books from her arms to his, lifting them as if they were a pile of feathers.

she leant into his chest as he handed the cash over to the lady, thanking him in a whisper.

after visiting a few more shops, they decided on taking a stroll along the docks, rafe followed her footsteps, arms clad with bags.

they stopped at a bench outside the island club, enjoying the sunshine for a minute.

“hey princess?” he turned, brushing some hairs out of her face. she responded with a hum, leaning into his touch. “i got you something..” he grinned, reaching for his pocket.

“what? why? you already spent so much..” she gasped as her brows furrowed.

he pulled out a white, rectangular box, lifting the lid tentatively.

her hand clamped over her mouth as she stared at the accessory, glistening under the sun.

“rafe?” she uttered, almost breathless. a tight lipped smile crossed his face as he glanced between her and the chain.

“it’s a necklace princess, it has my name engraved on it, so i’ll always be close..” he muttered sheepishly, the passionate display of affection almost unnerving him.

he was so deeply enamoured by her, every single day. he couldn’t get enough of her, and he certainly couldn’t buy her enough jewellery to properly display how much he adored her.

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AFTER SUNRISE

Synopsis: For years you had to suffer the constant bullying of your high school’s ‘it’ girl. Now as the opportunity rises for you to be her kids babysitter five years later, why not take this as a chance to finally get even?

Warning: SMUT, swear word usage, cheating/affair. Lying and Slightly aged up Jaehyun. Pregnancy kink, talks of divorce, TW! bullying and malnourishment, neglectful parent, parenting development?obsession, selfishness, Father!Jaehyun x Babysitter!Reader. Reader is a home wrecker in a way, sabotage and more.

A/N: THANK U FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS! PLEASE ENJOY LUVS!🤍

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

TAEYONG

Masterlist: NCT AFFAIR SERIES

For years you’ve planned for the downfall of your high school bully. Four years of pure torment, no mercy was given to you as it seemed she based her entire life in making yours a living hell. Julia, like all the other schools someone had to be the most popular, brattiest and bitchiest and that was her. She had it all unlike you, who’s parents had to work 2 jobs to make ends meet. Any money that was left had to be spent as necessities and not luxury. You were okay with that, but she clearly wasn’t. You were a rat in her eyes, dirty and a nuisance. Never went a day without reminding you of that, her classism evident as day. It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t afford the latest brands with clothes that costed 50 plus dollars. It wasn’t your fault you had to constantly rewear clothes even if they were a few years old or have to buy some knock off shoes just to cover your feet but it still hurt being humiliated in front of everyone for it. Having to live four years of hell because of her definitely did some damage and unlike others, you can’t move on. You refuse to forgive and forget why should you? It’s not like she ever apologized for her actions and even if she did, it wouldn’t suffice for all the tears you’ve shed.

You felt weak back then, malnourished and utterly alone. With no one to even defend you, you’ve grown to be independent. And now 5 years after graduation you’re a business woman, no kids and no husband to bring you stress. Finally able to afford all the luxuries your younger self was too poor to afford and finally able to help your parents out. Their years of stress finally over. But even then that wasn’t enough for you. No, you wanted more. You hated the world for letting you suffer, to stand by and not help you at all. The pitied looks you were sent when books were knocked out of your arms or milk dumped over your head. Hair ruffled by how hard Julia and her friends would tug at it and cuts on your knees for constantly being pushed down onto the hard concrete floor. The awful insults thrown at you felt like knives and everyday you looked at yourself in the mirror in utter disgust. Did no one had a heart to defend a poor defenseless soul? Is everyone that heartless now a days?

For years you waited to find the opportunity to get some of your life back. To give justice to the poor girl in high school whom no one defended, and upon hearing the very same one who tormented you for four years was now looking for a babysitter, you couldn’t help but think it was the perfect opportunity to do so.

You knew Julia had a family. You also knew the lucky bitch never peaked and instead only gained more than losing. Another reason why you don’t believe karma is real unless you yourself brings karma. You hated how lush she was living even after everything she’s done. Giving birth to two adorable boys with the biggest grins on their faces but none looking much like her, No instead they’re an exact replica of their father.

Their father whom you managed to grow an attraction towards to. Another round of anger seethed through you when you noticed Julia still hadn’t changed, it didn’t take much work to fake a resume and a name. Julia was a woman of many things and one of them wasn’t smart. Different hair color and makeup, wearing designer clothes and she had no idea who you were. It’s not like she was doing much of the questions either way, instead it was the housekeeper who hired you. For the time you’ve been here you managed to note that Julia was a shit mother, always neglecting her kids as she spends most of her time out shopping with friends. Most likely trying to catch paparazzi taking pictures of her living the rich life given every time you turn on the tv, TMZ is broad casting her again and again.

Rosa the housekeeper is being severely overworked and treated like crap and it’s obvious she’s only staying for the kids. And the kids, well they have as much trouble as any neglected kid. Kai the two year old can’t even remember who is father is and Elias, an eight year kid who has bullying problems at school. Wonder what the press would think if such news came out that the Julia Jung, wife of the CEO of one of the most successful company is nothing than an ‘angel’.

Speaking of the CEO, he’s not any better. Difference is, you improved him. A demand to be more involved with his kids, to take time off work and have dinner with them like a normal family. What was at first a cold and hard demeanor now softened as he smiles fondly at his kids. Walking side by side as you two go to the park and watch them play. Turns out the stubborn man was the way he was because of stress. Julia was still a pain in the ass and it’s why he prefers to lock himself in his office. Anything to stay the hell away from another oncoming argument and because of her, his relationship with his kids faltered. A hand of yours rubs his bicep sympathetically, he stares but doesn’t seem unpleased.

For months since you started working for them, Julia has no idea how much closer her husband and you have gotten. How much the kids adore you, it almost seems like she’s not even in the picture. And the thought of that has you wishing it was real. What was suppose to be just a simple plan to get back at her, has now become an ambition to replace her. You deserved this life. You should be the one to care for the kids, to love and nurture them given their mother is terrible at it. You should be the one to cherish Jaehyun with whatever, take his stress away instead of adding more to it. The longer you’re with them the bigger your desires get and before you know it, you’re beginning to cross lines much further than you should’ve.

It all started with an impulsive kiss in which Jaehyun was quick to push you away. You hated the sternness that overtook him, how he scolded you and said you should never do that again if you still wanted to keep your job. You didn’t know what was worse the embarrassment or the silent treatment you then got from him. Julia never suspected a thing, assuming he never said anything. But you felt irritated how many steps back you took instead of forward. But you worked hard, hard to pretend it didn’t bother you and instead focused your attention on the boys. Making sly actions like brushing by his arm as you go to attend Kai, or hold his hand and walk him over to Elias when wants you two to play with him. You notice the tensed shoulders and his Adam’s apple become more apparent. His eyes lingered a lot longer on you even when you pretended you didn’t notice. You always took pride in your appearance, never went a day without glamouring yourself up. Hand gripping his cup tightly each time you bent down in front of him, it drove him mad. Never has he been this obsessed over someone especially given it wasn’t even his wife he’s so crazy for.

Day and night he can’t focus because all he can think of is you. Meetings almost started late because he can no longer keep up with time. His showers have been longer for the sinful things he does to ease his mind, and his dreams are only ten times worse. Each time he sees you with his kids he momentarily forgets Julia exist. Dinners don’t feel right when he can’t have you sitting so close to you anymore. You sit to his right always, and now you sit at the end. Eyes only on his boys, he should be happy. Overall, it was what he wanted. He told you to focus on the kids, to never think about crossing the line and yet he’s a hypocrite for wanting you. The big question was how further could he drag this awful need for you?

Answer , one more day.

Slamming you up against the wall with want. Kai currently napping in his room as the oldest was now in school. Rosa was out buying groceries and Julia was out like usual. The day was the same like always except Jaehyun didn’t go to work. Instead he gave a very brief explanation that he’d be catching up on some bonding at home and it’s exactly what he’s doing. Lifting you up with ease, you wrap your arms around his neck. Hallway echoes with the sounds of your lips kissing. An acrylic hand of yours runs through his hair and lightly tugs. A slight groan comes from him as he adds more weight on you, feeling the outline of his bulge you moan lightly as you let him force his tongue in. His large hands having a tight hold under your thighs he slowly begins to grind himself on you. Whimpers are heard from you that has him smirking. Pulling away to catch each other’s breath he pulls you off the wall and into the direction of his master bedroom. He didn’t bother to close the door behind him. Dropping you on the bed, you lightly bounce. Blowing a piece of hair out of your face, your taken aback when he grips your chin and smashes his lips onto yours.

Lipstick smeared all over his face as he sucks your face. Pulling away, he lowers his head and begins to suck your neck. Fitting himself in between your legs the second you spread them for him. Allowing you to run your hands up his waist and begin unbuttoning his black long sleeved shirt. Taking it off and pulling him closer by his belt loop he removes his mouth from your now red neck. Tugging down your crop top he lowers his head and starts to kiss your breasts. Hands not wasting a second to cup them, a slight squeal erupts from you when he suddenly pulls your legs to have you lying in front of him. Tugging both the crop top and bra he wastes no time in sucking your tits. Hands busying themselves in lifting up your skirt . Moans are heard throughout the room the more he fondles with your nipples.

Peppering you with light feather kisses that has your breathing picking up. His eyes look up to meet yours, mischief present in them as blows on your panties. A tight grip on your legs the second you try to close them. Jaehyun had a certain animosity in him, the pent up stress and frustration from both work and home has been bubbled up for too long. You were the perfect distraction and he wasn’t planning to let any second go to waste. Ripping your panties he keeps you spread as he dives in. A long lick up to your clit, a loud moan from you and its enough to encourage Jaehyun for more. Sucking on your nub until it goes red and numb, hands tightly tugged at his hair. The stinging sensation only riled him to fuck you with his tongue until you came for him. Eyes looking up at you, pupils dilated and nothing but Lust in them. You threw your head back the second you feel him thrust in two of his fingers. Fucking them deep in you as he licks finger eights. Spitting and going back to sucking he doesn’t stop even when your legs are shaking from the stimulation. He scissors you with his fingers before adding another in. Using his thumb, he rubs your clit. Your stomach rises and lowers quickly, your bottom lip about ready to bleed by how hard you’re biting it. You hiss when you feel a sting on your thigh, a loud slap because of his hand.

“Want to hear you.” His deep rugged voice tells you as he goes back to eating you out, you felt at loss for words. Too hard when you’re feeling such immense pleasure. Arching your back more and more as Jaehyun continues to drive you closer and closer to an orgasm. “Jaehyun!” You cry out, “Come.” He tells you simply and you do. Lying on the satin bed sheet, desperately trying to catch your breath you don’t notice he has already began to take off his jeans. Feeling his arms hook around your legs you feel yourself be brought closer to the edge of the bed. Gasping, your jaw gone slack as his huge cock rips you open. It hurt you couldn’t lie but the pleasure that came after completely weighed out. Hips moving at a rapid past as he thrusts into you, breasts bouncing with each thrust he makes, he pounds you deeper and harder as he holds you tightly. A concentrated look. You know Jaehyun wasn’t in his right mind and is only focused in trying to get himself sated. His chin glimmered with your essence, if you weren’t currently being fucked to oblivion then surely you wouldn’t given him such fond eyes. You don’t manage to catch yourself mewl when he wraps a hand around your throat. His rings cold on your neck that only has you wanting more. Holding his wrist as you bounce, looking down and seeing how slick his dick has gotten because of you.

“See that? Is that what you fucking wanted huh?” He asks you. Picking up speed as you whine, trying your hardest to catch your breath. Mind going fuzzy and vision blurring the more he hits your g spot. “Think I didn’t notice you being a whore for me? Think you wore these skirts for nothing?” His groans seeing how pretty and desperate you were for him. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive since the day he first saw you. He felt disgusted by how easily his mind wondered down south every time he saw you in such short skirts or shorts. And yet being so deep in your snatch, warm walls wrapping tightly around you. It felt like Heaven, so good it angers him how obsessed he’ll end up being at the end of all this. No way in hell will this be the last time and you fucking know this. That pretty little smirk on your face says it all. Pulling you up, he forces you to look down where you two connect. Your essence making a complete mess on the bed as he begins to pull all the way out. His red tip leaking with precum inside the condom. “Look you little slut, see how hard I am for you? You fucking did this to me, so fucking take it.” Pounding into you again, you momentarily let out a scream before covering your mouth. Grabbing your arms he tugs them to your back. Repeatedly hitting your g spot as he sucks your nipples. “Fuck! Yes!” Screaming in ecstasy, you throw your head back and climax all over his cock. His relent on you doesn’t lessen, pulling his head away and begins to suck hickies on your neck again. His grunts getting louder, an indication he’s close. His hold on you pulls you closer to him. Both bodies hot and sweaty and soon he’s coming inside the condom. Leaving both of you a shaking mess.

“Fuck.” He breathes out finally coming down from his high.

Nothing at home has changed other than the fact that you and your boss have begun fucking each other’s brains out each opportunity given to you. You felt content knowing you were finally taking something Julia thought only she had. But the more you spend your time with Jaehyun you can’t help but want him. Dinners were now seen as family bonding. A family that’s yours and not Julia’s. Each time Jaehyun takes you and the kids somewhere fun like the zoo it seems like you guys are a married couple. The compliments you’ve received, “You have a lovely family.” An elderly woman once told you at the park. Cleaning ice cream that has covered all over Kai’s face and watching Elias play in the playground with his father. You couldn’t help but feed into the delusion that you weren’t just a mere babysitter, one out to ruin the Mrs. life at that.

You were very careful up until your infatuation with him. And now it seems you’re willing to do anything to have him, to have the kids and to have a life where Julia will finally be rid of forever.

“Fuck Jaehyun!” You cry out the harder he fucks into you. Shower running, tuning your voices out by a bit. Kids currently focused on the tv while Rosa vacuums. Jaehyun is suppose to be on his lunch hour, deciding to come home and take a quick shower you couldn’t help but follow him inside. And now he’s taking the time to fuck his stress out of him. A leg of yours lifted as he presses you up against the cold see through shower door. His wet hair sticking to his forehead as he lays on your shoulder. Grunting each time you squeeze him tightly. “What a nice cunt.” He says in your ear. “Always ready to be fucked, only I can pound this pussy.” Nodding you moan out loudly. “Yes Jaehyun only you! “

While the two of you busied yourselves upstairs, the entrance door opens unexpectedly. “Mom!” Elias excited voice is heard throughout the white walls. Rosa stops vacuuming for a second and notices Julia entering annoyedly. Dropping her keys on the table she frowns at her son who goes to hug her. Slightly pushing him off after a few seconds she takes off her shoes. “I’m so glad you’re home! Dad’s home too! Can we go to the park together? Y/n can come too and Rosa!” Julia goes to shut him up but stops when your name processes through her head. Memories of the very small and thin person she tormented flashed through her head. Thinking back to the few glimpses she got of you, she shakes her head at the thought. Couldn’t be.

“Where is your father?” She sighs and looks down at her son. “He’s upstairs with y/n!” “Why do you call her y/n? She’s the babysitter, call her by her profession.” “But we call Rosa, Rosa?” Elias tilt’s his head at his mother. Her eyes look over at Rosa who only lowers her gaze on the floor. She scowls and looks away, “It’s best we don’t get too comfortable with workers. After all, they’re not family they’re here to serve us it’s all.” She huffs and takes off her jacket. Not even bothering to greet Kai whose too focused on the tv, she heads her way up the stairs. Today has been a shitty one, the embarrassment she’s been through in having her card declined in front of her friends and the many other customers in line. She hated the sympathetic smiles she was given, never once has that ever happened to her. It shouldn’t and yet it did and the only person that could’ve been responsible in freezing her account was none other than the one who controls it. Her husband.

By the time she gets to her room, she slams the door open. The two of you have already gotten out of the shower and have since begun a heated make out with you seated on top of the sink, his arm resting on the mirror as Jaehyun has a towel wrapped around his torso, break apart and freeze. Bringing a finger up to his lips, he helps you get down. Softly setting you on the ground, he motions for you to stay in the bathroom. Turning off the light as he makes his way outside. Once the door closes you don’t waste time pressing your ear up against the door. “You’re home early.” Jaehyun says nonchalantly. “And that’s bad?” Her voice gives off a sense of attitude. “Never said it was.” He murmurs as he goes to grab some clothes out. “Well you know what I wouldn’t be here so early if my account wasn’t frozen, what the hell is up with that Jaehyun?”

A sigh is heard from him and a moment of silence. Arms crossed and foot tapping, Julia waits impatiently for him to speak. Unfazed and continuing to put on some clothes he speaks. “You blew through your money Julia, that’s what happened.” “What the hell do you mean? We have millions of money!” “I have millions of money Julia, I do. I give you a certain amount for you to spend but given you tend to only want more and more. I’ve had enough.” He simply shrugs.

It was half correct.

Since the two of you began to have sexual intercourses he’s been buying you lots of presents. Suffocating you with all the luxury in the world, everyday you come to work you have something new to wear. Bright Diamond earrings, newest stilettos and the fanciest of clothes with the most expensive material. He’d love to take you to fancy restaurants especially the ones you’ve stated you always wanted to try but given paparazzi is always following his every move, he has them prepared to go and the four of you have your own fancy dinner at home. The boys don’t seem to grow suspicious, instead they’re overjoyed. If it meant they saw their dad a lot more and have their favorite babysitter be there every step of the way they don’t think twice of the closeness the two of you have grown. Movie nights in which the two of you are practically cuddling, they don’t question and instead they join in on the cuddle. A kiss to the cheek was nothing but a mere greet to them. All the lingering touches and looks went over their heads which meant the gifts even more. And it seemed they weren’t the only ones as Julia hadn’t noticed either. Well at least that Jaehyun has been the one buying you all these expensive items.

“You’ve had enough?” She scoffs and shakes her head. “Jaehyun are you crazy? This is our money! I can spend it however way I find suit!” “Why? So you can buy yourself another dress you’ll only wear once? How about instead of wasting all your time with those fake friends of yours you actually try and spend some time with our kids.” “Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do with my kids! They are doing just fine!”

“Yes because of y/n not you.” “Why does everyone keep mentioning her! If she’s so great where the hell even is she?!” Resting her hands on her hips she waits for his answer but when she’s greeted with silence she scoffs. “Exactly what I thought.” Walking out of the room without another word, she slams the door behind her shut. After a few seconds Jaehyun hears a click from his bathroom door. Seeing you slowly walk out the room now fully clothed you’re about to speak when he cups your face and kisses you passionately. “God she’s a handful.” He sighs once he pulls from the kiss. Giggling you peck his nose, “I better get back before I raise suspicions.” Nodding he slaps your bum before you walk out of his room.

To say cutting Julia out of Jaehyun’s money was a mistake would be an understatement. She’s been spending lots of time at home, all mostly sunbathing outside with a strict command to not be bothered. Her sourness only dampening the mood in the house. You can’t help but sympathize the boys, you can see how much they’d like to spend their time with their mother. So close and yet so far, Elias can’t help but keep looking over as he plays with his toys. Not bothered by how Kai keeps taking them. Getting off the floor, he drops the toys and makes his way upstairs. “Elias? Where are you going?” You ask him. “To my room.” He simply mutters before disappearing upstairs. The door leading to the backyard is slid open and in entered none other than Julia herself. A scowl about ready to form on your face because of her presence.

“Don’t you think you overdress too much? You’re a babysitter, not a stripper.” Julia comments as she’s about to make her way up the stairs. Her eyes catching sight of the expensive jewelry, she takes a few steps your way. “Just wondering, what else do you do besides babysitting?” Shrugging, you shake your head. “Nothing else, I do volunteer if that’s what you were wondering.” Eyeing you, she frowns again. Not liking how a babysitter can be walking around wearing 5k jewelry. She found it odd how you can afford such a thing on your kind of salary. If anything it irritates her that someone with a job like yours can even be wearing such lush that she can afford like candy. “Whatever.” She mutters and goes upstairs.

The more she stays home the more she keeps asking about you. Pestering you like a damn fruit fly. And dinners are no longer the same, you always looked forward to it. The last thing you did before heading home but now, you must leave before 4. Ever since Julia found out about this little tradition with you and the boys she’s been even more on edge with you. “But mommy, y/n always sits next to dad!” Elias voice tells his mother as Rosa sets up the table. Freezing, she looks between him and you. “Sits? …you have dinner with them?” She looks over at you. “Well yeah, they insisted and how can I ever say no to a face like that?” You squeeze Elias’s chubby cheeks. A giggle from him as he grins brightly at you. Trying to keep a cool front? She forces a smile to her son. “Well I’m here now and I’m sure y/n here doesn’t need her time to be wasted any more. You’re excused for now on at 4. See it as my gratitude..for your hard work.” She tells you simply before walking away.

The usual pout is set on Elias’s face when the clock strikes 4 but you’re quick to boop his nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow.” Ruffling his hair you give a quick peck to Kai’s cheek and make your way out. The familiar black BMW parks as soon as you begin to walk off the steps. Windows rolled down as he calls out for you. “Where’re you going?” “Home.” Shocked he raises his brows at you. He’s noticed how early you’ve been leaving but never gout around to ask. “Home? Why?” “Mrs. Jung ordered so.” Rolling his eyes, he sighs and turns off the ignition. “Absolutely not, you’re staying.” Getting out the car, he leaves you no choice but to follow him. Holding your arm as he walks you two back inside. The boys are excited to greet their father and even more to know you will in fact be staying for dinner, but the glare on Julia’s face is enough to know that here on out, tension will only continue to rise.

“Jaehyun, you know I can’t keep getting fucked in your car each time you become too stressed you know?” You mumble in his ear. Windows currently fogged as the two of you try regaining back your breathes. Dick still buried inside you. “I know baby but Julia’s home, you know it’s too risky.” Rolling your eyes at the mention of her, you sit up to face him. “But why must we worry about her? You can’t seriously tell me you still want to be with her?” Sighing he shakes his head, “It’s not that, you know it’s not baby.” Raising his hand to push back your hair, cupping the side of your face as his gaze softens. “I’m still tolerating her for the kids.” “But Jae, she’s never there for them. I’m sure if she left they would do just fine without her. They have been since they were born.” Snorting, he grins tiredly. “Just don’t want to hurt them.”

You wanted to be patient, really you did. But Jaehyun wasn’t making the right decision and it irritated you. You wanted him, you wanted him now. You can’t stand having to go home to an empty house. Having to fall asleep in a bed in which Jaehyun isn’t there beside you. Or having to wake up with two sleeping angels in the rooms next door. You couldn’t stand it and seeing Julia is as much useless of a wife as a mother than it’s of your concern to be what she can’t do for that family. You tried to be responsible, you tried to be fair and understanding. But Jaehyun just simply can’t understand that if he just rips out the Bandaid then he’d finally be living the life he truly deserves. His stress will finally simmer down now that he’d have you by his side, you’ll be his distraction, his toy to fuck and his wife to fill with however many other kids his heart desires. And if he won’t be the one to break the hard reality to her, than you shall be the one to do so.

Julia never expected in her life to be going out for errands but she desperately needed so. This would be the first time in weeks that she would be going out the house even if it wasn’t to go shopping. As Rosa went to the grocery store, Julia decided to make a quick visit to the bank right across the street. There must be a way she can get into his money, and by doing so is by getting into her kids savings. While waiting on the sofa as the man goes through the accounts, nothing but the constant clicking of his mouse. “Would you like to see all of the accounts spending history?” “No-“ About to reject the offer, her mind runs again. For the time she’s been at home she’s noticed the attachment the kids have with her. How adamant they are to have her present with whatever activity they got going on. Even when Jaehyun is home, he too wishes for her to be around. She still can’t stop thinking about the expensive things you have. She can’t but feel jealous by how close her family is to you, how easily you managed to woo them over. And she especially hates how close you seem to be with her husband. Jokes exchanged between you two, always interacting with her sons. And no matter how hard she’s tried to put some distance between you and Jaehyun, it only seems to bring you two closer. “Y/n’s very lovely, if it wasn’t for her I would still be the workaholic man I once was.”

“I’d like to see my husband’s spending history please.”

“Jaehyun they’re gonna hear us.” You whine as the clapping sounds seem to get louder. “Shh baby relax, the boys are sleeping upstairs, Rosa and Julia are out doing errands. Enjoy it my love.” Currently having you resting up against the kitchen table, he has you resting a leg up on the marble table. Holding your hips in place as he hits it from behind. Thrusting you slowly and gently. A huge step given its the first time you two are having sex without a condom. The raw feeling making the entire experience ten times more better. The both of you a lot more sensitive than ever, you find it hard to focus on anything but him. Loving how deep his cock penetrates you. You love how big and hard he gets for you, you love how just obsessed he got for you. You love the kisses he leaves on your skin and the the lingering touches he gives you in secrecy. Making out with him when you two get brief moments alone together. Even have been times where you two have had sex with everyone in the house, quickies are exactly your forte but for Jaehyun you’re willing to do anything if he simply asks.

Having only so little alone, Jaehyun takes the time to appreciate all of you. Fucking you on the counter, on the couch, floor, up against the window, bed and bathroom. He’s a sex maniac for you, and as the pleasure becomes too much his self control weakens. Before the two of you know it, you’re now bouncing on his lap on the couch. Hands on your hips as he steadies you. Lustful eyes stare at your breasts bounce in his face, nuzzling his face in between as he sets kisses on them. Moans getting louder and louder as the squelching noise begin to mix with those of the clapping. Echoing throughout the large mansion, Jaehyun’s grunts get louder the more your walls tighten around his cock. Leaking of precum and covered in slick he bites his lip and lifts you up. Gasping when he begins to thrusts harshly up at you. Wrapping your arms around his neck as you seek balance. Tears begin to brim as it’s now your fifth orgasm. Jaehyun’s red and sweating, and yet he can’t stop. His body screams to be as close as yours as possible. A desire to fuck you every second of the day and no matter how tired he is, he can’t calm his leaking tip.

He’s obsessed, he adores you and mostly, he’s fallen in love with you. And having you so close and yet so far is only setting him off even more. “Fuck baby come for me.” He grunts out. “Dad?” A soft voice calls out from upstairs. Quickly getting off, Jaehyun covers you with a blanket as you scavenge to find your clothes. Jaehyun pulls up his boxers and shorts and rushes upstairs.

Fixing your hair, fully clothed as soon as the door opens. Julia walks in with a glare on her face, noticing you sitting on the couch with flushed cheeks she stops. Papers in her hand, she clenched them in her hold and stomps upstairs. No it can’t be. She refuses to believe their may actually be something there between the babysitter and her husband. Now that is a joke. Finding Jaehyun in Elias’s room, she slams the door open. The both of them jump back to see the angered look on her face. “Who the hell have you been buying all this jewelry for? Huh? Or how how about the designer clothes!” “Julia lower your voice, Kai is sleeping-“

“Don’t tell me to be quiet Jaehyun! I want an explanation and I want it now!-“ “Mom-“ “Be quiet Elias I’m not talking to you!-“ “Julia don’t talk to him like that!” Jaehyun stands in front of him. For the first time, he raised his voice at his wife. A few seconds later and as expected, Kai begins to cry. Without another word, he leaves a shocked Julia in the room as he walks out with Elias to attend Kai. By the time she follows suit, she sees you have already entered Kai’s room. Julia begins to see red as she watches you and her husband entertain the boys as they giggle. She doesn’t know who you think you are, but you’re ruining her family and she won’t have any of that. Slamming the door to her room, she opens up her lab top and begins her search for you.

You felt bad, you really did. Jaehyun trusted your word when you said you were on the pill. The joy in his eyes to know he was able to finally fill you up raw. To feel every single inch of you, he felt the sex to have set you two into a deeper connection than ever even if it was interrupted. Only a confirmation he truly is falling for you, but you weren’t exactly telling the truth. You can’t stand it anymore, having to sneak behind everyone’s back like a damn teenager. You had a right to be happy just like everyone else, to go after what you truly want and that is Jaehyun. You want a happy family but that can’t happen unless he gets Julia taken care of, no petty argument would ever settle that. But you’re sure Jaehyun has the same feelings for you. You’re sure he’d do anything for you, no way his kisses, hugs, stares, smiles and love making can not mean that. He’s given you so much and you not so much. You want him to know he’d be making the right choice in choosing you to be his wife, his lover and the mother of his children. Which is why you resulted in the only way you could, by giving him a baby.

“It’s been posted boss.” You hear an employee of yours say over the phone, currently sitting in the couch with the tv. A sly smile on your face as you watch the talk show begin to speak about none other than Julia. “Got it, you should expect the check by tomorrow morning.” Hanging up, you hear the ladies sitting by a table and discussing the latest most shocking news. “Jung Julia, wife of Korea’s richest CEO has been exposed for being the most neglectful mother. Pictures after pictures have been taken of her being out on the street from eleven in the morning to almost afternoon and never once is she seen with her kids. School actually has reported the lack of care Mrs. Jung has shown for her eight year old Elias. She does have a younger boy but from what this post it was described that the babysitter actually works overtime for the lack of care on Julia’s part.”

“You bitch!” Julia ells as she slams the door open, walking straight towards you. “Excuse me?” About to make her way over to you, she goes to raise her hand but is stopped by Jaehyun. “Julia what do you think you’re doing?” Glaring at him, she tries to retrieve her arm back. “Let go of me! She’s who you should be questioning she’s been lying to us the entire time!” “What?” Jaehyun looks over at you confused. Shrugging your shoulders he turns back at his wife. “What are you talking about?”

“I knew I remembered you from somewhere.” Faking a laugh she shakes her head and eyes you again. “You’re the skeleton back at my high school.” She chuckles. “Didn’t recognize you given you’ve tried your very hardest to be someone you’re not.” Not saying a word, Jaehyun looks between you two. “I’m not understanding.” “Well babe, y/n here isn’t actually y/n Young. No she goes by Y/n Y/l/n. She was nothing but this poor, dirty skank who did nothing but get in peoples way in my school. That much is obvious given she’s now wedged herself in my life and has been trying to take over my family!”

“Wrong. I was the girl you bullied over and over again simply because I wasn’t as wealthy as you. You hated the idea of anyone liking me if it meant their attention wasn’t on you. If I managed to wedge myself into your family it’s because you left space for me to do so.” “Liar! You just can’t stand that I am richer and prettier than you’ll ever be!” “Really? Because that’s not what they’re saying on the tv.” Pausing, she looks over to the large plasma tv. Walking over to it and hearing how the hosts all added their opinion on the matter.

“There’s also claims that she was a bully in high school. Several victims have since spoken out about after the post have been publicized, if this all does come out to be true then Julia really is a terrible mother and a public figure. It’s horrible to hear how money and fame can get in the way of being a decent human and if those poor kids and victims really had to deal with such terrible treatment, then she will get what’s coming to her.” “Yes she will, Twitter has already been blowing up hashtags. Hard criticism and backlash.” “NO!” Taking out her phone, she quickly goes through Twitter’s feed and watches as her name gets dragged through the mud in horror. Turning around she seethes at you. “You did this!” She accuses, “I did no such thing.” “Oh you really are just a rat!” Lunging at you, Jaehyun is quick to hold her back.

“Julia enough!” Trying to put distance between the two of you. “You’re taking her side?!” She scoffs and crosses her arms. “Well of course you would, I mean how else is she wearing all that jewelry huh?! Tell me Jaehyun what have you been doing while I’ve been out?!”

Jaehyun stays quiet, “You bastard!” Slapping him, you walk around him and slap Julia. Angered, she’s about ready to attack before Jaehyun grabs a hold of you. “Don’t touch her!” “I can’t believe you Jaehyun! I’m out the house and you’re already getting in the pants of this skank!”

“Don’t call her that! If I did it, it’s because I can’t fucking stand you anymore!” Stopping, she looks up at him. “What did you just say?” “You heard me, you’re fucking killing me. You bring nothing my toxicity into this house, you don’t even treat your sons like your kids and your have no respect for anyone but yourself. I can’t believe I even married you.”

Shaking, she swings her hand back. Ready for the impact, it never comes as you go to stop her. “Absolutely not. You’re done throwing your tantrum, you’re done sucking the life out of everyone here.” Laughing she scoffs at you. “What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to kick me out? I’m the mother of my kids and the wife of Jaehyun! You’re nothing more but a side piece. What you’ll always be! Jaehyun can’t get rid of me because my sons need a mother. And if he does I’ll make sure they’ll hate him for sending me away.” Jaehyun looks down with sadness in his eyes, it seems like the never ending nightmare won’t be coming to an end like he thought.

“Who says the boys will be without a mom?” Catching the attention of both, they wait for you to finish. Finally noticing the paper in your hand, you show it to her. Feeling your hand interlock with his, Jaehyun looks down and up at you silently asking for an explanation. Julia eyes the writing before her eyes go wide and jaw goes slack. “That’s right, Elias and Kai won’t need to worry about losing a mother figure in their lives because they’ll have me.” Turning to face Jaehyun, he notices the smile on your face. And finally, you show him the positive results. His world comes to a halt, he doesn’t know what to feel. Yet as he re-reads the black print out letters he can’t help but feel weak in the knees.

“In fact, they’ll even be having another sibling added into their lives.”

#nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct smut #nct reactions #nct 127 #nct jaehyun smut #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #nct johnny #mark nct #nct haechan #nct taeyong #nct doyoung #nct taeil #nct yuta #jungwoo nct

[w0rmm1lk]

Hiiii

Can I request a Bakugo (Cuz let’s be honest, he is FINE AS HELL) x gn! Reader who’s very socially awkward?

Like, if anyone they don’t know tries to talk to them they’ll just be like🧍‍♂️and give them that classic awkward smile

yes!!!! i relate to this reader sm and also I 100% agree bakugo is so fucking fine like??????? he's a fucking 2d character from a style where theporportions arent even based on humans, he has unmanaged anger issues and will fucking explode and not in the joking sense and yet????/ like whoever made hi design TEL ME YOUR WAYS. he's so fucking pretty. but also as much as I love him jeanist did him so fucking dirty with that hair. jeanist looked at *THAT* and really said "I can fix him"??? bitch don't fucking fix him I like the explosive pomeranian bitch. but like that one scene when he was making fun of todoroki during the provisional license extras classes like bro I was watching with my siblings and had to aggressively hold back a fucking screach noise. AND I STILL DO WHENEVER I WACTH IT. he's a fucking anime character who is so damn unhealthy but if you cant tell by the length of this, I fucking love him.

reader: GN

characters: bakugo katsuki

summary: reader is a very much not people person so how the fuck are they dating bakuhoe out of all bitches

warnings: swearing if you couldnt tell. anxiety, mentions of anxiety attacks. bakugo being a bitch.

💥- okay honestly, first day? didnt even know you were in the class.

💥- this mf too focused on beating everyone up to notice you.

💥- was forced to acknowledge you when you kiri and bakuhoe were in the same area during the usj attack.

💥- after yall beat the shit out of some ppl you were sweating a ton but not bc you just fought some bitches.

💥- your ass was panicked af, not only are you shoved in a small space with two extroverts, you're also being exxesivley complimented by Kirishima bc you punched someone and along with that the fucking usj is under attack.

💥- it was very obvious you were panicking tbh.

💥- like bakuhoe at this point doesnt give a shit about other peoples feelings at this point but even he could tell.

💥- you were just standing there with you r arms pinned to your sides staring into the distance as Kirishima was obsessing oever how you beat someone up.

💥- after the usj he started to notive you more often.

💥- he noticed hpw evenn when the whole class was close with each other, you were still extremely quiet.

💥- he noticed how awkward you were even when talking to your friends.

💥- he noticed how youd speak up if your friends were being rude to you but the moment someone like monoma said something you just shut down.

💥- he even noticed how panicked you were when you learned about the internships.

💥- during the sports festival you both fought one on one, that's when he truly noticed how awkward you were.

💥- like bro was beating the shit out of you while yelling shit like "say something damnit!"

💥- honestly even though he wouldve won anyways, the round ended faster due to your panic with him yelling n shit.

💥- bro was thinking about it more and was like "damn. but like why were they kinda cute."

💥- first thoughts?

💥- immediete denial.'

💥- bakugo thought his time would be something like loud and outgoging, someone whos super confident.

💥- then saw you who was about to have a fuckinh panic attack and was like:

💥- i want that one.

💥- honestly ur crush on him was not obvious at all, you were just your normal panicky self but this time with slightly more blush.

💥- honestly you guys didnt get together until someone had to word it to make it seem like they were challenging bakugo to confess.

💥- will fight someone for you.

💥- monoma insulted you? 3 days of house arrest for bakuhoe.

💥- someone judged you? explosions.

💥- cashier looked at you wrong? banned from the convenience store for the next 6 months.

💥- congrats on your new scary dog privledges.

💥- mf so fucking protective tbh

💥- its not that he doesnt think you cant fight for yourself, he knows you can beat anyone to a pulp. i mean like- you're in the hero course for gods sake man.

💥- more in the sense of, distant jealousy. you wont know he's jealous, but whoever is talking to you thats making him jealous will know.

not my best work but i wanted to type something lol.

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x gn!reader

[livlaughloveluke]

I BEGG soft spiderman bf ethan x hello kitty gf reader

Its just an idea, but if you acc wanna write spiderman!ethan i would look thru a few blogs abt that on here since they're REALLY good. I recommend @spiderlandry

Otherwise it could just be what they're into

Maybe ethan gets reader a hello kitty plushie and she repays him w a comic

Now that i think abt it they dont even have to be dating to begin with

Anyways ik its technically thursday so its okay if you dont get to this right away!! Happy turkey day :)

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ethan has to make up for a wrecked sleepover

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ethans not a great bf but makes up for it at the end

𝐚/𝐧: tysm for this amazing request holy! hope you enjoy :)

you cuddled up into ethan’s arms, the warmth from his embrace making you feel fuzzy inside. you peered down at your matching pastel pink pyjama pants, that were printed with little hello kitty designs all over. ethan had bought them for the both of you, which was a lovely surprise considering you were extremely fond of the endearing cartoon cat. 

the obsession started out when you were a young child. the moment you saw the adorable white kitten sewed on a blanket, you fell in love. ever since then, birthdays and christmases were filled with variations of the cat. stuffed animals, clothes, and even school supplies were somehow always decorated with the familiar animal. 

your infatuation of the cartoon character seemed to simmer down as you grew older, but it never fully dissipated. for example, when you were a kid you had sheets plastered in the hello kitty pattern, but now in college all that remains on your bed is a stuffed animal of her. however, the simple cat never failed to paint a smile on your face. it wasn’t just her cuteness that drew you toward her, but instead a feeling of nostalgia from your childhood.

ethan smiled, looking down at your face to read your expression. you were deep in thought, staring at your cozy pants. he was captivated by your beauty, and your ability to pull off the comfy look. he was the luckiest man in the entire world. he got to have you, and awesome powers.

your boyfriend, ethan, was your friendly neighborhood spiderman. it was amazing that he was capable of saving lives on the daily, but sometimes his special powers made you feel a little lonely. ethan spent most nights out on the crime-filled streets of new york city, so it was rare you had sleepovers like these. tonight however, he was all yours, and you were free-

the sudden ring of his phone snapped you and him out of your daydreams. he speedily plucked his phone off the coffee table, and answered it. if someone was calling this late at night, you knew it wouldn’t be good. he set off to the other room, with a confused look on his face. his dark brown brows were scrunched together, and his pale lip slightly curled upon hearing the words coming from the device. 

he waltzed into your room, trying to get away so he could hear, and you knew what was going to happen next. you filled with sorrow, realizing that he would have to abandon another night of spending time together. 

a few minutes later, he walked back out. this time, his eyes were stained with sadness and you sighed, waiting for him to declare his departure. 

“y/n, i am so, so sorry but i have-“ ethan starts, but you cut him off, easily able to predict his next words.

“let me guess, another major crime broke out and the city needs their superhero to come save them? it’s okay babe, we can try again another night.” you say, trying to hide your disappointment while kissing him on the cheek. 

“it’s not okay, seriously. i pinky promise you i’ll make it up to you soon. i wish i could stay here with you forever, but we both know i can’t.” he states, and you try your best to smile. he grabs his keys and kisses you farewell, promising to return later that night.

he exited out the front door, presumably to change in his car, so he could go resolve whatever issue was causing this ruckus tonight. 

you then turned the tv off, and trudged to your bedroom, eager to sleep away the dissatisfaction and pain from this evening.

your salty tears stained your pillow as you silently weeped. you loved ethan, but his constant 

abandonment left you feeling heartbroken. you felt selfish, knowing he was out fighting crime, and you still wanted him to be cuddled up with you in bed right now. you slowly fell asleep, now saddled with the heartache of being alone.

ethan was currently swinging as fast as possible through the dark and empty city, rushing so he could he could get back to you. eventually, the pain and exhaustion from the previous fight caught up to him, and he dropped from the buildings to cruise the street. he was out of breath, and every step he took just added to his desire to sleep. although, on his treacherous hike back, the sight of a plushie in a store window made him stop dead in his tracks. it was a large, fluffy hello kitty that stood tall on the shelf, displayed proudly.

he was instantly reminded of you, so he rushed in and grabbed it, slamming enough cash onto the counter before enthusiastically running out. the cashier just stood there, astonished as to what just happened.

ethans heart raced as he began swinging through the tall skyscrapers again. he desperately looked around for your apartment, and when he found it, he impatiently started climbing to reach your bedroom window.

the scattered knocks coming from outside your room woke you up, and you jumped out of your warm bed, cautiously opening your window to see who this strange person was. it was ethan, who breathed heavily through his spiderman costume, with an adorable stuffed animal in hand. 

you moved out of the way so he could escape the cold darkness of outside and enter your heated apartment. he ripped off his mask, the sweat adhering some of his curls to his forehead. the lighting allowed him to see your tear-stained cheeks, and guilt washed over him as he wiped them away. before you could get a word in, he handed you the hello kitty plush and began talking.

“i am so sorry for leaving you unexpectedly like that. i’ve spent so much time away from you, and i understand if you want to break up with me, but i really, really want this relationship to work out because i lov-“ he stopped himself. you had never exchanged those three simple words, and his nerves didn’t allow him to. he just continued on, now more careful of his word choice. 

“because i care about you. i will give up everything for you if you want me to, just say it and this whole spiderman thing will go away.” you look into his honest brown eyes, and glance back down at your new stuffed animal.

“eth, i don’t want to break up with you, nor do i want you to throw away your life. i just want you to spend time with me. you are the most caring boyfriend in the world, but sometimes i just want to cuddle with you, or do something that a normal couple would do.” he brought you into a warm embrace, and you talked it out. he would try to clear up his schedule so you could have a sleepover together at least once a week, plus all of the times you see each other in class.

you provided him with some of his clothes that he left from previous nights, since his pink pants were now lost in his car, and neither of you had the energy to venture out and get them. you lazily climbed into bed with him, moving so you could lay on his chest. before you drifted off into sleep, you made sure to share one last thing. 

“i love you too, by the way.”

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some names wouldn’t let me tag :(

#ethan landry #ethan landry angst #ethan landry x reader #fanfic #masterlist #ethan landry fluff #liv’s writing !

[shubblelive]

— HYPOTHETICAL CAT

summary : your first time staying with wilbur since the beginning of your long-distance relationship, and you're already dreading leaving him. luckily for you, you may not have to.

genre : fluff

warnings : slightly dialogue heavy?? not proofread unlike usual but i think we're good

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x cc!fem!reader

pronouns : none (you/yours) BUT wilbur referrs to reader as a girl

featuring : cc! wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a wilbur fic where him and the reader have a long distance relationship? And one day when she comes and visits him, he admits he cant go such long periods of time without seeing her, so he proposes that she moves in with him, the rest is up to you, thank you! xx

word count : 873

note : okay i wrote this all in one day which i never do but it was a struggle. but, i power through for you guys. i hope you enjoy this <33333

No one told you when you started out that your favourite thing about content creation would be the webcam quality. Of course, it was definitely something you could live without, but on nights when it was just you and Wilbur, a video call on your desktop as your sun rose and his set, the fact that you could see him in picture perfect vision was occasionally the only thing holding you together. 

But then suddenly, he was right in front of you.

You and Wilbur had been together for nearly three years, meeting at a creator event ages ago. You’d seen him at a panel and he’d waited in line to meet you just to give you his phone number, asking you to call him, and two weeks later he was calling you darling. 

You’d known at that first meeting that you lived awfully far from each other, but that hadn’t been thought of as a particularly big issue until the two of you started dating, and then it was comparable to torture. You’d have semi-regular meetings where he’d fly to your place and stay with you for a couple of days. This time, though, this was different.

“You have been holding out on me,” your voice was heavy with sleep, your head in Wilbur’s lap as the two of you watched something, some nature documentary that was playing so softly it was almost designed to put you to sleep. “Your couch is so much more comfortable than mine is.”

Wilbur looked down at you fondly. “My bad,” he laughed steadily, careful not to be too loud. “I guess I thought that if you got to experience the wonders of my sofa you’d only wanna come here, I wouldn’t get to come see you as much.”

“I knew you and Mr Gardener had some weird thing going on,” you said, accusatory with a smile draped across your face.

“He makes you bread!” Wilbur defended. “How are you not obsessed with him?”

You cracked one of your eyes open sleepily, hand coming up to reach for his. He took it eagerly, drinking in your figure as you lay on his couch. “I’m pretty sure he’s not the one doing it.”

Wilbur threw his head back to rest against the couch, letting out a puff of air. “Okay, maybe Emily is the one doing the actual baking, but you can’t tell me that Mr Gardener doesn’t add to the experience.”

“I’m sure he does.” You hummed.

“You can not seriously tell me that baking a loaf of bread is not made infinitely better by the presence of a cat.”

You paused. “Okay, okay. It would be.”

Wilbur let out a pleased noise, moving down to run his hands up and down the exposed skin by your collarbone. “We should get a cat,”

His voice was barely loud enough for you to hear it, your eyes closed and his voice heavy with exhaustion. The two of you had been out all day on the first day of your visit, finally taking a moment to rest. 

“Should we?” You mused. “Who gets custody?”

Wilbur made a choking sound like the answer was obvious. “Well- I would, right?”

You forced yourself up, yawning as you brought your knees to your chest. “Why am I jealous of our hypothetical cat right now?”

Wilbur chuckled and reached for you, sitting forward on his knees, gently tugging at your calves until he was resting on your chest. “You don’t have to be,” he pointed out. “I’ve got a very big bed. And an entire section of wardrobe that I’m not using, and-”

“Wilbur,” you chided. “You know it’s not as easy as me simply never going home. Believe me, if I could spend the rest of my life curled into this couch, I would but-”

Wilbur sighed dramatically, pulling himself off you and standing up. “There you go, dream crusher,” he let out an exaggerated groan, taking you by the hand and pulling you up. His cheek was pressed against the side of your face, hands interlocked. “Crushing my dreams all crush-ier and dreamy.”

You let out a giggle as he poked your side. “You think I’m dreamy?”

“So dreamy,” he nodded. “Dream girl material right here, loves me, loves our future cat-”

“Loves your sofa,” you added dreamily. 

“And before I let you two get a room, please just consider moving in with me?” He begged gently. “Come on, wouldn’t it be so nice? Just you and me, I’d even let you name the cat. Please?”

“I’m not doing it for you.” You conceded. “I’m doing it for Rhubarb and all of the future kisses I am going to get from him on my new couch.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys alone, I see where I’m not wanted.” He pressed another one on the side of your mouth.

“No,” you groaned, trying to drag him back on the couch. “I don’t have our cat yet, I need someone to shower me with affection.”

He huffed as he sat back on the couch, letting you collapse on top of him, revelling in the comfortable weight of you pressed against him. “Fine, fine. If I must.”

#wilbur #wishing i could write my name on it #wilbuh #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot

[moonshynecybin]

you cantttt just say rosquez feminization and not elaborate…. penny for your thoughts

shout out to @lestelledreams who sent me another ask like this but tumblr ATE my response when i tried to post it. luckily i draft in notes app…okay so it would be easier to list thoughts i DONT have about rosquez feminization… under the cut bc we do in fact get a lil nasty here

so i’ve talked a bit about some of the non-racing oriented things marc does for his body like his hot girl routine (laser hair removal. skin creams. slutty workout videos) like my girl enjoys being SMOOTH he enjoys being conventionally SEXY (personally. bush til i die but whatever live your truth marc) and the first time he’s doing it as. okay i’m famous and photographed all the time AND around my hot older crush/idol who has fucked more people than i’ve ever even met in my lifetime… like a little insecure part of marc is like this is what vale wants… and one thing about my man marc is he will COMMIT. so he waxes himself hairless the entire time they are fucking the first from 2013-2015 (and beyond) and frankly vale would like him either way but MARC gets off on it so hard… making himself pretty for vale… and maybe vale says something like that in the moment, just like mindless dirty talk about how good he looks how he made himself all pretty like a girl, and marc jolts like he’s been electrocuted and whines and comes right then even though vale had like JUST got inside him… and he’s curled around vale panting eyes shining leg hitched around vale’s hip asking him to keep going and it’s SO clear he liked whatever that was a LOT.

so vale uh. catalogs that information. and starts to test some hypotheses #olditalianmeninSTEM by which i mean the next time marc is blowing him he curls his hand into marc’s hair and tugs a little until marc looks him in the eye and vale just sends it like they’re whipping 310km/hr around the track— like breathless mischievous confidence… starts feeding him a stream of dirty talk, calling him gorgeous telling him nasty stuff about his tits riding that lovely edge of complimentary and degrading and getting sooo gender about it, and he watches marc’s eyelashes flutter and his hand on vale’s hip tightens and then marc like. literally chokes himself on valentino’s dick he’s clearly so so into it and vale feels crazyyyyyyy… SORRY..

and then it’s onnnnn baby it is. using the feminine forms of italian endearments in bed. playing with his tits. losing the condom. weird roleplay where they laugh so much. it is delightfully horny and slightly goofy gender transgression that they are both SO obsessed with… like the sex whiplashes through tonal dissonance it is simultaneously the most intense thing they’ve ever felt and like. lethally campy. at one point they are BOTH the baby girls bc they love being hot and are not serious people

that being said it culminates with vale just like. buying disgustingly expensive neon yellow designer lingerie and leaving it in marc’s motorhome with a lil note that has like. a dumbass turtle doodle on it instead of his signature. like something very silly and valentino. and then they have the WORLD’S most insane sex about it where vale says all kind of nasty stuff about marc being his best girl and spits in his mouth and tries to get him pregnant. hashtag catholic weirdo moments. crucially it is never formally discussed until like. genuinely ten years later when vale is like impish nervous smile WE REALLY SHOULD HAVE TALKED ABOUT THAT EH? and marc’s like ? best sex of my life? wdym?

#i love them they’re like one big red flag. NOT the racing kind… #PLEASE know. i am a lover and haver of body hair this is just what i think would go on in their brains vis a vis their perceptions of gender #and marc’s deep commitment to being smooth all over like a dolphin #callie speaks #motogp #rosquez #asks

[vypridae]

You seem to be the only one making brokerdoll (thanks for the ship name btw) content, and I wanted to know if you have any more headcannon s, or just general thoughts on the ship. I'm starved for content

okay a. you are so welcome for the ship name i shit you not i spent like ten minutes just being like WHAT DO I CALL THEM because i couldn't figure out a word that would go well with "doll" (as velvette's ship names tend to have in them)

ANYWAY!! HEADCANONS !! i had a post uuuh here (that took me so much longer to find than it should have) of some hcs but here are some more!! (if this took forever to get out i apologize my brain is working at 2 wpm rn and sometimes thinking of hcs is hard)

after they started dating, carmilla starts buying velvette clothes she sees that she thinks velvette will love

spoiler alert: every single piece she buys for vel is exactly her style

i like to imagine carmilla is pleasantly rich, even in comparison to the other overlords, because her weapons and parts and whatnot just sell super well

so she gets so much money to spoil velvette with and she UTILIZES it

velvette's love language i imagine is acts of service or getting gifts (she knows they love her when they get her stuff) and carmilla's is gift giving, which neither of them seemed to realize until velvette literally squealed in joy when carmilla bought her a jewellery set she'd been wanting for FOREVER

also since singing is apparently just a canon thing in the hazbin universe, i cannot for the life of me stop imagining pre-relationship velvette sneaking vox's camera footage from inside carmilla's bunker(?) (of which he got velvette, conveniently, to put there after the overlord meeting) onto her phone just to listen to carmilla sing over and over and over again.

vox and val HAVE walked into her room to see her with her phone sitting on her dresser, watching the same footage of carmilla singing out for love for the 138147985th time

(they don't question it because lets be real they have their obsessions too)

post-relationship, velvette probably posts a bunch of fake online drama about her and carmilla because she thinks its funny to see people being like OMG??? WHAT NO WAY

carmilla is like "cariño why are you posting that we broke up. again." and velvette is like "just for funsies, babe <3"

velvette probably ends up showing carmilla how to use social media because let's be so fr she probably has no clue

velvette loves running her fingers through carmilla's hair and probably has just as much fun actually doing it up as carmilla has with velvette's

painting nails ?? carmilla paints velvette's and paints little white swirl designs over the black polish and velvette draws cute little pink hearts on carmilla's

(yes, they do both get questioned about it)

velvette probably wanted to start a friends w/ benefits (or enemies with benefits) relationship with carmilla but she knew for a fact carmilla would deny INSTANTLY

ok look they aren't married but matching rings ... carmilla wears hers as a necklace and velvette shows off her ring (that she keeps saying is "marriage proposal material" when its not) to literally everyone forever

possessive carmilla? only slightly. she glares daggers and probably throws said daggers at anyone who tries anything to velvette

pre-relationship velvette pining she progressively started sitting closer and closer to carmilla during meetings until she was in the chair next to her like zestial is during ep 3

(she lies out her ass and says it's "so i can annoy her easier, obviously" but she's just gay)

(carmilla starts noticing when velvette starts arriving to meetings earlier rather than later so she can get the seat she wants)

also velvette probably ended up convincing staticmoth to stay away from overlord meetings specifically so they can't tease her for being head over heels in hate-love with carmilla when she's in the same vicinity as her (of which they agree with because its more time for them to do What Ever The Fuck Their Gay Asses Do)

(also vox has cameras set up at the meeting room)

(guess who gets teased to heaven and back by two (2) overlords when she gets home)

(they both know the struggles of a weird obsession with another demon, they know how to poke and prod at velvette until she admits her gayness to them)

they probably ended up convincing her to confess tbh

(which doesnt happen for Several Years, probably)

either that, or carmilla finds a letter on her chair in the meeting room signed "~V" and opens it and it just says "we should be homos" or something stupid like that AJHAKASHJ

firm hc that velvette cannot confess for her fucking life . she doesnt like being vulnerable

lucky for her, carmilla 100% sends back a letter thats signed with "C. Carmine" and says "We can date, if that's what you mean by "being homos"" or something HAHAHASGFJ

#xanbox #xanthinks #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hh #velvette #carmilla carmine #velvette hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #carmilla hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin carmilla #the vees #vox #valentino #staticmoth #brokerdoll #dollbroker #velmilla #carvette #carmilla x velvette #velvette x carmilla #IM WAITING FOR THOSE TAGS TO GET POPULAR ... IM WAITING

[samwise1548]

Because I'm a silly goose and kinda obsessed with my own art rn (rare), I'm gonna share some process sketches and junk of the tmagp characters as I was figuring out designs. Nobody will see this but that's okay!! This is just for me anyways lol.

Gonna put it all under this cut cuz it is loooong.

These are kinda the first iterations of Sam and Alice once the actual show was released (I had drawn Sam before, with the trailer. These versions of Sam are more similar to my first few attempts at him.)

[ID: Two drawings of characters from The Magnus Protocol. The first one features Samama Khalid and Alice Dyre talking together. Alice is a trans woman with albinism. She's wearing a blue jacket and a red plaid skirt and yellow diamond earrings. Sam is a brown man wearing a black suit with a red collared shirt and a white tie.

The second drawing is only of Sam, looking confused at some papers as he walks. He's wearing a short sleeve shirt and baggy pants. \End ID]

Alice was always gonna have albinism. It just took a bit to figure out her clothes and actual silhouette. Sam, I had to redesign his hair on 5 separate occasions before I was satisfied.

And speaking of Sam... How about some close ups on his newest design!!!

[ID: A drawing of Sam Khalid. It is the same pose as the previous drawing, but the sketch has been altered and colored in. Where Sam had straight hair before, now it is curly and light brown. He has an earring on, and his outfit is now with a brown overshirt above it and a pair of red pants. He also has a beard now. \End ID]

I kid you not, I have like 4 pages of sketches in my sketchbook just on Sam Khalid. I love him so much <3 . I dunno what it was that made me change his hair to curly exactly, but I'm glad I did. He is now my corduroy boy ^^ .

Some things you might have missed or were not visible from the lineup drawing:

[ID: Two images of drawings done on paper.

The first image is of Sam Khalid drawn twice. The doodle on the left is a closeup of his face and curly hair. The second is of his outfit, similar to the one featured in the previous finished drawing. Between the two is a sketch of an earring design, with a red flower and green leaves. An arrow leading to it says "plant earring right"

The second image is of a tattoo design of some sort of house plant done in green marker. An arrow points to it and says "plant tattoo on left forearm." /End ID]

I know in my heart that Sam is a plant dad and no one can tell me otherwise u_u

... And lastly, Teddy, since he was not actually in the lineup. I do have some idea of his design, even before I started on the lineup. And I was so tempted to include him anyways! But the bit was too funny to compromise on. I promise I'll draw him later!!! For now, here's the innitial sketch I have of him:

[ID: A doodle of Teddy Vaughn from the Magnus Protocol. Teddy is a black man with short hair and a beard and moustache. His smile is being stifled slightly, like he's holding in a laugh. \End ID]

Not a lot to go on for him, I know lol. I'll get to it later dw. His story isn't over yet, I'm sure of it :)

#this is mainly about sam lol #hes just my special little boy!!!!! <333 #gwen im still not sold on to be honest. her design might change again idk #tmagp #the magnus protocol #samama khalid #teddy vaughn #alice dyre #my doodles #my art #long post

[rockermazy]

Yay - I get to share my love for tidbit Hazbin lore while sharing knowledge that makes me look like a millennial boomer XD ahem... Alastor, our favorite overlord, for all intents and purposes, is a fucking elemental. His abilities are absolutely terrifying from a scientific standpoint. Okay, so remember how during the "Stayed Gone" number, Vox starts glitching out and "loses his signal" - and then the Pride ring subsequently has a blackout? That is entirely Alastor's (or whatever the fuck is benefactoring him) doing. Radio can do that. No horseshoe magnet required. IRL stuff. Despite being digital enough to render a bluescreen when compromised, Vox may still have older hardware from his former days as a rabbit-eared, thick cathode-ray tube.

And Alastor is our radio demon. Keep this in mind. IRL, once upon a time, during the 1940s - before digital television - there was no "Channel 1". That's because in the US, a very long time ago, both radio and TV shared the band that we call "Channel One":

"Until 1948, Land Mobile Radio and television broadcasters shared the same frequencies, which caused interference. This shared allocation was eventually found to be unworkable, so the FCC reallocated the Channel 1 frequencies for public safety and land mobile use and assigned TV channels 2–13 exclusively to broadcasters. Aside from the shared frequency issue, this part of the VHF band was (and to some extent still is) prone to higher levels of radio-frequency interference (RFI) than even Channel 2 (System M)." (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Channel_1_(North_American_TV))

Then for a short stint, Channel One was exclusively reserved for radio:

Channel 1 was allocated at 44–50 MHz between 1937 and 1940. Visual and aural carrier frequencies within the channel fluctuated with changes in overall TV broadcast standards prior to the establishment of permanent standards by the National Television Systems Committee. In 1940, the FCC reassigned 42–50 MHz to the FM broadcast band. Television's channel 1 frequency range was moved to 50–56 MHz. Experimental television stations in New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles were affected. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Channel_1_(North_American_TV))

Every local TV channel and radio station has a frequency range on the electromagnetic spectrum. For those who still listen to radio on non-internet-reliant radios devices, those funny little numbers next to a station's name are a ballpark number for the frequency the station broadcasts in the Hertz unit. A Hertz (Hz) is one wave per second. A KiloHertz (KHz) is 1,000 waves per second. A GigaHertz (GHz) is 1 billion waves per second. Modern AM radio stations are 535-1605 kHz Modern FM radio stations are 88-108 MHz  TV VHF Channels 2 thru 13 are 54-216 MHz TV UHF Channels 14 thru 36 are 470-608 MHz And no, that's not a discrepancy between VHF and FM radio: the frequencies designated for FM radio are nestled right in there with TV ones. FM radio is between Channels 6 and 7.

(chart from http://hyperphysics.phy-astr.gsu.edu/hbase/Audio/radio.html) Even today, radio and TV are slightly shuffled in there in regards to designated frequencies. That implies that depending on Alastor's band of preference, Vox could theoretically hear Alastor's broadcasts of screaming victims without an actual radio nearby. This would be especially true if Vox still has some of his older hardware. In fact, in older televisions where a knob is used to change channels, much of the static you'd hear in-between channels is actually background radiation from deep space - along with any interference from man-made sources. No wonder Vox is obsessed with Alastor. Alastor can torment him in an in-between realm-channel like Freddy Kruger.

Yet, if radio signals were only a Vox problem, why did nearly every light and electronic device go out in the Pride except the emergency lights at the Heaven embassy?

It might depend on how we define the word "radio". Is it radio, as in "those radio stations we can listen to without the internet"? Maybe radio, as in any frequency utilized in modern communications, including TV and Radio? Or is it radio, as in "almost any signal on the electromagnetic spectrum with a frequency lower than friggin' heat?" People, below is an over-simplified chart of the electromagnetic spectrum and usages.

When radio is defined as a specific part of the electromagnetic spectrum, it is literally any frequency below infrared. *** Cellphone service and WiFi use radio signals within this range. Most cellular services are between 600 MHz and 39 GHz WiFi routers are about 2.4-5 GHz (6 GHz in newer models)  That's where the "G" in "4G" and "5G" come from - the "G" stands for "Gigahertz" Radio, local television, cellphone service, WiFi, and basically any point in the internet that isn't linked by a landline - these are all safely within the part of the electromagnetic spectrum that the scientists would call "radio". If Hell's technology mirrors the real world, all electronic devices need radio frequencies in order to communicate. The VVV's empire is truly fucked, should Alastor so choose. The only plot hole I'm seeing in this explanation is why all the lights went out. These devices don't run on radio - they communicate using it. My best-educated guess is that the on/off switch for Hell's power grid is on an open network and at least part of it wireless. Or maybe Alastor's radio attack work like general EMP and just breaks stuff. I'm not an expert on these sorts of things. I politely ask that someone in the comments, please enlighten me U.U ------------------------------------- Also, when taking screenshots, I realized that Cannibal Town and the Heaven Embassy were the only places with lights on during the blackout.

is that...?

Cannibal Town?

If this is, in fact, Cannibal Town, then my only guess is that the Cannibals are so hipster, that most of them light their homes and businesses with candlelight and leviathan whale oil. Neither of which rely on wifi. Only some of their region's light was lost in the blackout. They might use some electricity, but they don't rely on it. This suggests that Alastors friendship with Rosie might be less of an organic friendship and more like a strategically slick alliance. Rosie's territory is one part of Pride that Alastor can't completely shut down (other than the Embassy). But, who knows?

Alastor's derision of modern tech now seems to have more merit than just being "hipster" or avoiding a digital footprint (which I used head-canon). Alastor can literally just shut that crap down. This might also suggest why Alastor is homies with Zestial - another old-timey prick.

Alastor makes alliances with demons he can't easily overpower with his abilities. This might look self-contradictory considering Alastor felt comfortable teasing Lucifer - until you realize Alastor did so only after he knew angels could be killed. (And yes, I know what I wrote about Alastor a couple of notes back with the "popsicle" evaluation. I don't consider flip-flopping a moral issue if done so by epiphany. That one stays, because it's funny XD ) ----------------------- Another theory! Ok, so this theory isn't entirely my own-own, I'm just building off of it based on what I've said (mostly Roo stuff). So, IRL scientists decided to take an image of the observable universe in the microwave range. Microwave energy is in the upper ends of radio, but just below infrared in frequency. What they found was cosmic background radiation - a lot of energy which isn't coming from the stars themselves.

(Image source: https://www.space.com/33892-cosmic-microwave-background.html) Some scientists theorize this is because this particular energy is left over from the formation of the universe. So about Roo:

In the first non-pilot episode, The Story of Hell as read by Charlie, states that the angels of pure light "worshipped good and shielded all from evil." During this line, imagery of two faces are shown before the angels: one face of light and another face of twisted red and black.

Subsequent lines and imagery in the episode suggest that this "evil" existed before Lucifer fell or Eve allowed this evil to enter the world - even before the Earth was created. Some Tumblrs who have been in this fandom longer than I have will know of Roo, a character that appears in VivziePop's older works. Some of Roo's monikers include "The Root of All Evil" and the "Tree of Knowledge". I'm wondering if in the Hellaverse, cosmic background radiation of the universe is a manifestation of Roo when she isn't bound to a tree. Did Alastor bite the apple the second third time for mankind? XD

------------------------------------------------- While researching for this paper, I learned that microwave ovens and 2G cell phones operate within the same frequencies at around 2 GHz. Apparently, the only reason the cell phone doesn't cook your brain is because the wattage is too low. I dunno what that means. I'm not a scientist. But now, Alastors singing lines in S1E8 have me thinking: "The constraints of my deal surely have a back door  Once I figure out how to unclip my wings,  guess who will be pulling all the strings" Knowing what Alastor's abilities are capable of, this has me wondering whether Alastor is being empowered by one cosmic entity, while being chained by someone else entirely. Someone might have gone out of their way to get Alastor into a contract, if only to keep him from cooking the universe for his viewing pleasure... on a glass plate.

Cooking souls in microwaves would require that they be at least partially made of water, however. Buuuut... I guess if there are working ACs in Hell, I really shouldn't read too much into it XD -------------

Do you think the mad scientists from Helluva Boss ever chat over coffee about the abilities of the overlords based on casual observation? Then one time, Alastor's name comes up... ...and after four minutes, they're both just like "Nope"?

{END} *** Note: Googling "Electromagnetic Spectrum charts" will yield different results. Some charts will have different designations frequencies lower than radio, like Extremely Low Frequencies (ELF). I do not know whether this difference is a reflection of a newer categorization, or if most charts online are made for laymen such as myself. Most charts I saw years ago only designated "radio" as "everything below microwave". I want to assume that the "only radio below microwave" categorization went into the writer's designing of Alastor's character simply because it is more common while making for a more interesting power scaling.

______________ Disclaimer: I am composed of chauffeur knowledge. I know nearly nothing about communication science little about radiation stuff. I just took an astronomy elective once, so I sorta knew where to look. I have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about. I know that I confused frequency and wavelength somewhere. Please, #sciencesideoftumblr feel free to correct me. ----------------- TLDR: Most tech IRL use radio waves to communicate. That Includes TVs, WiFi and cell phones. Radio Demon can make the Pride Ring go kaploowee just looking at it funny.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vvv #hazbin hotel vees #science #science side of tumblr #please help me #i'm absolutly sure i mixed up frequency and wavelength somewhere #I'm not a communications expert #i flunked chemistry in high school and i can't write my name in cursive #chauffeur knowledge #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel zestial #hazbin hotel roo

[bolderfunkyman]

♡ Yandere Kaveh ♡

Alright.. But hear me out.. This man might get head over heals because he feels loved by you, as if he belongs and what not. So of course he wants to keep this feeling yes?.. Aaand A certain playlist gave me inspo to write this ehe

listing to the playlist while reading is quite a mood ngl.

Okay mentions of: Blood, NSFW, knifes, wounds, lovesick, not to clean useasge of words, NOT FRIENDLY FOR MINNORS!

I also used a lot of inspo of yandere simulator considering I have 0 sense of what is regular "yandere/possesive" behaviour.

also also, I will apologize for any spelling errors.

word count: 1k and i kept it as neutral as possible.

❝You have to be mine, no matter what.❞ || a yandere/obsessive #kaveh playlist

Okay a little summary; You joined the Akademiya and you don't care for high grades. Just something high enough to pass would do. This leads to you being verry sochial because you don't need.. or rather you don't feel like studying 24/7. So people often find you at Puspa Café. And you once saw a particular handsome man with a feather in his hair. And tought would be fun to suprise him with a little drink since he seemed fairly tired.

So you were drinking coffee at Pupsa café, reading a light novel you got from Inazuma. Just enjoying the free time you have. Although the words seemed to kinda dance in your eyes. And you have started over several times. At this point you are just on the verge of giving up on reading and just observing people who are walking around in Sumeru. And maybe make little scenarios in your head about where they might go or whatever, just letting your mind go loose with it.

Until your gaze fell upon a person who seemed to be almost falling asleep on their work. ‘They might want a coffee as well’ is what you thought so.. You ordered him a coffee. And bring it up to him and introduce yourself to him. 

“You seem tired, would you like a coffee?” you said, giving an inviting smile to him.

 “Oh thank you, but you didn’t have to get me one” the blond man said.

“Oh please, If you would see yourself you also would walk up with a coffee, maybe even a pillow and a blanket” you answered with a slight giggle. 

“Very well then, I take the gesture of kindness. I’m Kaveh” he introduced himself. “You.. also study at the akademiya?” he asked. 

“Yeahh.. But I don’t plan on taking it too seriously tough” you answer.

“So that's why you aren't drained of energy, and neither are you studying right?” he said. 

“Yes. But I do study enough that I pass with a nice grade, I just don’t feel like being the top of the top you know?” you asked him.

“No.. I try to push myself as far as possible… I actually am doing that so this break is nice, I better not introduce you to my roommate then”' kaveh said.

Pff and why may that be?” you said again with a slight giggle.

“Well.. he. No nevermind him, I’m far more interested in you now. I have never met you or seen you before yet you are so kind to me to give me a coffee” He said.

Oh well it’s nothing really, what are you working on actually? Seems complicated.” you ask/said to him.

“Well I am an architect so it’s a work drawing or design rather for Port Ormos.” He answered.

Ah. I see, so you have a fine eye for detail and that is pretty right?” you asked him.

“Yes, that is why I am shocked to find out I never met you” he said it in a jokingly tone.

But you could feel your cheeks and tips of your eyes glowing and they were pretty red you thought.

You and kaveh proceed to hangout every now and then. And you hear all his complaints about his roommate, all the work he has to do. And how he is slightly going insane from not getting enough sleep.

You couldn’t help but be curious. You heard so much about his roommate. But he never introduced you to him. So you asked him if it would be possible to meet them.

“Meet him?! Are you out of your pretty head? HE IS THE WORST! Besides, why bother with him when you have me?” He seemed somewhat a bit more annoyed when you asked about his roommate. 

Okay, then. But agreed if I had to believe your stories you are indeed a lot more fun to hang around with kaveh” you told him. You saw a slight smile on his face before he continued on his drawings. 

With time you both start to hang out almost every day. You two really became very close. And people did in fact start to notice that wherever you might be kaveh is either at your side. Or not far away from you. Even his roommate started to notice he is a lot less at home. And not because he doesn’t have his key. No he is at your house, or you two are somewhere out watching the sunset or watching the starry night sky.

One day you fell asleep in the library of the akademiya, and woke up pretty late. It was already dark outside. You hurried to get your things and go home hoping kaveh didn’t wait for you at Pupsa cafe today.

While on your way home you encountered some eremites following you.

“Would you look at that, a scholar all alone.” one of them grabbed you by your shoulder. “Comon miss, don’t make it any harder for the both of us. If you just hand over all of your mora. We will be on our way. And you will be able to leave unscaved”

You quickly started to think what your chances are to get away if you just hit him in the face and made a run. But you calculated that it won’t work.

“Leave her alone already, or do I really need to risk my nails to hit you with my claymore?” 

You heard a very familiar voice. “Kaveh?!” 

“A architect? Right. What exactly will you be able to do?” one of the ermites said.

Before you knew it kaveh was up in their faces and indeed wielding his claymore.. Orwell wielding? It was circling around him. And the ermites figured this wasn't worth their trouble so they made a run for it.

“Would you look at that, I might have found my knight” you said to him with a smile

Thank you kaveh” you quickly added.

“Of Course! I was worried sick when you didn’t show up at pupsa. And here you are almost getting robbed!” He clearly sounded upset and worried.

I’m sorry I fell asleep in the library and I just woke up. How about I make you dinner to make it up to you huh?” you offered.

“I won’t say no to that, although I now have some other business to attend to if you don't mind.” 

Sure, I will bake some muffins then, we can eat those perhaps tomorrow while stargazing?” you told him.

“Sounds lovely, I will see you tomorrow then” and with that he quickly left you.

But something about his whole being just now didn’t seem right. But perhaps he has a deadline to finish or a meeting to attend to.

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okay maybe a part 2 idk? please do let me know. I kept it like so so i can add a next part and make it somewhat of an actual story.

#genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin kaveh #kaveh fluff #kaveh x reader #kaveh smut #kaveh #yandere #tw yandere #male yandere #genshin yandere #yadnerekaveh #genshin boys #kaveh x you #kaveh x gender neutral reader #kaveh x fem!reader

[etirabys]

I recently took a personality test designed by some people who are trying to find the elementary components of worldview and have boiled it down to three major axes: how safe, interesting, and alive the world is. I scored lower than the vast majority of Americans on the last one – it was the only axis of the three in which I'm a significant outlier – because I strongly disagreed with statements like "when things happen around me, I tend to assume they have something to do with me", "the universe needs me / I have a purpose in it", "everything happens for a reason", "the universe sends me messages".

At time of composing this post, I'm on a flight to Hawaii to see my religious family, and to pass time I'm reading Stephen King's The Dead Zone, which is about a psychic dude. As I was reading, the personality test, my family, and the book came into conceptual sygyzy. I have some faculty for understanding the worldview that the universe is alive and boiling with purpose, albeit one that's fundamentally not meant for human comprehension or analysis – Stephen King writes about worlds that run on this high-aliveness logic (possibly more than any other author I've read) and I'm mildly obsessed with his books.

(I just think he's neat, okay? He’s so weird and so normal at the same time!)

I surely must have whatever wiring the rest of humanity has, because when I open a King book, the acceptance of the supernatural premises comes easily. But it had never occurred to me before that the gears that are engaging when I open a King book are maybe the same ones that are turning all the time for my mom. That amazes me and slightly creeps me out, and no doubt it would amaze and creep out my mom if she grokked how I see the world.

Of the three worldview axes, this strikes me as the eeriest.

#rambl #stephen king #// family

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Heya, this is a somewhat specific Glitchy Red x GN! reader request (romantic or platonic; I don't really have a preference). Feel free to ignore this if it happens to be overwhelming.

So, Glitchy Red. We all know him: a vengeful sentient glitch designated wrong by his creator and left to be forgotten and replaced by the next generation. He's nothing but a lone sentient trapped in the endless sea of mindless NPCs whose purpose is to be controlled by a player.

And then we have a streamer!reader who acts like Failboat: a chaotic, happy-go-lucky, and slightly unhinged individual whose humor can be described as morally questionable. It doesn't help that their chat relentlessly takes (light-hearted) jabs at them and gives them Ls every time they mess something up in the game, as well as having a random obsession with Gex the Lizard.

What if Glitchy Red somehow faceplanted into the Pokémon Violet game and meets streamer!reader, who was doing a Nuzlocke? Maybe Red has a one-sided dislike of them until he grows to tolerate them without realizing it.

I got inspired by this video and one of the works you did, fdgdrsgdgdrg ( https://youtu.be/DQsfj3gvd9I and https://clanwarrior-tumbly.tumblr.com/post/702954957291372544/been-binge-reading-your-poke-pasta-stuff-i-dont )

Omg I wish I discovered Failboat sooner bc that nuzlocke video you showed me was hilarious

THANK you for it <333333

.........

"Yes! We caught the Salandit! Sorry I took you away from your family, bud..but you're mine now. This one's a male but it's fine. He doesn't need to be a Salazzle to be strong and beautiful. All he needs is a name..any ideas, guys?"

Looking to the chat for a brief moment, you saw new comments already flooding in, your viewers throwing out several names you could give your newly-acquired companion (who was likely going to be "sacrificed" at some point).

You've been doing livestreams of the Nuzlocke challenge throughout your gameplay of Pokémon Violet. And while you finished the main game without having to start over, you decided to try your hand at the Teal Mask DLC.

You were still early in the story, but you wanted to take your time with it, focusing on catching one 'mon in each area.

With Salandit as the first you came across, you allowed your viewers to name him, and fortunately an overwhelming majority of them already had one figured out:

"Gex!"

"Gex the lizard!!"

"Who tf is Gex???"

"OMG haven't heard that name in years!!"

"IT'S TAIL TIME!!!"

"I like Gex"

"Okay, Gex it is!" Grinning from ear-to-ear, you named Salandit before sending him out to "kill" all the other wild unsuspecting Pokémon. You just laughed, happy to see your son going out and wrecking havoc and destruction...

Until you accidentally made him target a stronger Pokémon that sent his health into the red zone.

"Gex wore itself out and came back to you!" The message popped up as the poor lizard scurried back to your side, and you restored his health.

Your viewers, meanwhile, were spamming the comments with a single letter.

"L"

"L"

"L"

"L"

"L"

"Oh stop it, you guys." You shook your head, amused. "I misclicked.... you gotta give me a break."

They kept coming regardless, so you put your strongest Pokémon as the first member of your party, deciding to battle a nearby trainer: one of the festival kids, as they were called.

Never before have you had an easier time doing a Nuzlocke run in this game--considering it's entirely free roam and you weren't forced into battles by making eye contact. The only issue was that the level-scaling was odd, and you've lost some treasured Pokémon along the way due to being so unprepared.

Of course, this challenge didn't come without you having to make some sacrifices.

Luckily you only ran into that issue with one gym leader who was more overleveled than you expected, but even then your viewers were relentless with their Ls, skull emojis, and the like.

Now that you've accomplished becoming champion, defeating the titans, besting Team Star, and saving all of Paldea from ecological doom.....you got to relax a little in this DLC.

Hopefully you wouldn't lose anyone by the end of it.

.........

"Oof I definitely could use this Pokémon...and the XP candies. What do you guys think? I'm in a new area so it counts."

"Do it!"

"YESSS"

"No they have to be in the wild!!!"

"What about no overleveled pkmn?"

"Oh, c'mon..it's three stars." You huffed at the last comment you read, shaking your head. "That ain't overleveled. Lemme see who can knock them out in one hit, hang on.."

Backing out of the tera raid menu for a moment, you looked at your roster, before checking your boxes for any "living" Pokémon who could take out the raid boss instantly.

But right as you found the perfect one, you noticed the sky glitching in the background, and after closing out of the menu....something rather bizarre happened:

A brief flicker of light in the sky, followed by an unknown entity falling to the earth. It looked like a person surrounded by glitchy particles--like the ones you'd see in old video games.

Of course, you knew Violet was notorious for its many broken animations and whatnot, but that was new.

You've never seen an NPC glitch like that before.

"Did ya'll see that? I'm gonna check that out really quick.."

Now completely ignoring the comments of confusion, you called out Miraidon to go investigate.....whatever you just saw. You had it speed towards the location, thinking that the mystery entity would despawn by the time you got there.

Luckily, it didn't, but you quickly realized it wasn't some Pokémon or even a trainer who belonged in this DLC.

In fact, he resembled the very first Pokémon protagonist:

Red, although this one had black spiky hair and didn't look anything like the lean kid trainer he was in previous generations.

Even so, this certainly gave you a whiplash of memories..as you recalled doing a Sun/Moon Nuzlocke challenge and were pleasantly surprised to see Red in the game.

And even before that, you did a Gold/Silver/Crystal Nuzlocke and almost lost horribly to him.

Yep..fun times, indeed.

"No way...it's Red again, guys! This is--oh shit, whoops."

A cutscene was triggered, although you swore that you didn't press any buttons. But you passed it off as your excitement over the thought of unlocking a hidden secret in this DLC getting out of hand.

Yet that happiness wore off and became replaced by a feeling of....nervousness.

Especially when you saw "Red's" expression.

He looked nothing short of menacing. Of course, he was usually a silent trainer and held a stoic demeanor...however this iteration of him almost appeared angry, for some reason. A dark shadow was hiding both of his eyes, even as he stared directly at you.

No, not at your player character who was standing off to the side.

But you, the player themselves

For a few moments nothing happened, and you thought the game was broken.

Then a dialogue box popped up, with "Glitchy Red" being the name above it, outright confirming your suspicions.

"Where am I?"

Normally, you would be able to respond with one of two prompts. But the box on the right side of the screen only had blank spaces in them, so you didn't know which one to choose.

You had no time to pick, as they quickly glitched out of existence, and Red shook his head.

"Forget it. I already know the answer...I'm in another goddamn prison." He stared at his hands with a bitter-looking gaze. "Why was I brought here? Why am I....in 3D?"

Besides from his swearing catching you off-guard, you were genuinely perplexed by everything else he was saying--especially the fact that he seemed self-aware, apparently speaking directly to you and able to influence your game.

"Is anyone else seeing this? Chat...?" You muttered, briefly glancing to the chatroom, knowing your viewers HAVE to be freaking out over this-

But there were no comments.

They've all suddenly gone offline due to an "internet connection" issue, and the viewer count was at zero. Even though you were still recording, nobody else was joining the stream.

It was just you and him.

"Sorry, I don't like to be watched."

Looking back at the dialogue box, your eyes widened as you read his response. 'How did he know I was doing a livestream? Is this something new from Gamefreak...? Did I get a bootleg copy of Violet?'

"I can't believe this jerk sabotaged my stream-"

"I can hear you, y'know."

"....w-wait..seriously??" You adjusted your headphones and the mic, seeing him nod. "How can you do that? And why are you in my game?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out."

"..I feel like I'm going crazy. Am I going crazy-?"

"Enough questions. I'LL be asking them from now on."

Without warning, Glitchy Red turned to your character and put his hand around their throat, as though attempted to strangle them. Much to your horror, they didn't react with any emotion whatsoever...although upon making physical contact with them, their body began glitching.

It was the same particles he had around himself.

For some reason, you began feeling an intense pressure on your own neck, and you put a hand to it, eyes wide.

'What kind of voodoo shit is this?!'

"So this is what they replaced me with, huh?" He cocked his head to the side, grimacing. "It's bad enough that brown-eyed kid did, but...what generation is this?"

You snapped out of your shocked state, fearing that he'll end up corrupting your whole save file if you made him any angrier. 'I better play it cool and just answer him...'

"You're in um...Generation 9. Pokémon Violet."

"....Gen 9? I've skipped over that much? Interesting...who the hell is this, then?"

"M-My player character. Pokémon's come a long way, so now we can uh...customize our protagonists and change their looks entirely."

"...I see." He let go of your character, who thankfully stopped glitching, before his gaze went to Miraidon. "What the hell...this thing is a Pokémon, too?"

"Believe it or not, yeah. It helps me get around the map waaay faster" You chuckled as he stared at the futuristic dragon type with curiosity. "If I can tell you one thing about it...it loves sandwiches. Just say "sandwich" and see how it reacts!"

He just scowled at you, not appreciating your sudden cheeriness. "Does it look like I'm in the mood for jokes?"

"What? No, it's not a-"

"Then tell me everything about this game, and don't give me any useless crap."

.......

Glitchy Red ended up tagging along in your character's adventures throughout Kitakami. But it was really just him listening to you explain the game in further detail, alongside showing him how battles work.

Obviously, he was very much new to this generation given he was from an ancient bootlegged version of Red, so you had a lot to share. He seemed flabbergasted by fairy types, tera raids, etc..although you did remind him that he wanted you to tell him everything.

His only response was a scowl and making the Pokémon you wanted to catch flee, but you expressed no hard feelings.

In fact, you became less terrified and more thrilled that you were actually speaking to a video game character--and what luck you had for it to be Red, of all people! (despite this version being a grumpy sentient glitch who acted like YOU put him in here)

At some point, the chatroom came back online and your viewers returned, expressing concerns about why you went offline out of nowhere.

However the tone immediately shifted to Glitchy Red the moment they noticed him on-screen, and the comments practically exploded..or at least for a short time:

"Red????"

"Is that Red?"

"Did u unlock a secret character??"

"OMG GLITCHY RED FROM FNF???"

"Wtf hes not from fnf bro"

The flood didn't last long as he forced the comments to switch off, and he made it clear that he didn't want them on again. And he demanded that you stopped recording, too.

He accused you of trying to "use" him for entertainment...which spiraled into him ranting over being in a similar situation back in his old game where he had no choices and was forced to see things he didn't wish to (and even projecting onto your own character a little, too).

It caused him pain and nobody cared, he said.

But now?

Now that he has more power, free will, and the knowledge that he's no longer any player's character to control, he felt liberated.

Of course, he was angry about not being totally free from the video game realm..but this was better than being stuck in that broken cartridge.

He'd rather die than go back to it.

With all that's happened, he thought you would've been more scared of him and what he could do, or even angry that he sabotaged your livestream and messed up your experience with the DLC.

Yet you seemed totally unbothered by his presence now.

You were actually....happy to talk to him, and he didn't know what to make of this. So he just acts completely disinterested, his scowl never leaving his face as he judges pretty much everything you do.

He does, however, start to see the slightly "darker" side to your cheery attitude as you explain the general rules of Nuzlocke challenges--and the ones you've set up for yourself in Violet.

All the while, you're letting Gex mercilessly crush an outbreak of Cutieflies, laughing and praising him for his "kills".

As Glitchy Red watches, he suddenly wonders if you really have gone crazy...and it amuses him a little.

After spending some time progressing through the story, you began to notice that he disappears during the normal cutscene and doesn't disrupt them in any way. He could have easily ruined your first experience with the DLC.

Yet..he stayed out of the way.

His excuse was that he kept "fighting with the code", but you didn't buy it.

He was growing soft...although obviously you weren't going to say that to him.

............

After attending the festival of masks and meeting Ogerpon, you decided to set up a picnic somewhere near Oni Mountain. It was the perfect spot where you could see the other areas of Kitakami.

With your character wearing a jinbei and their own mask, you called out all six of your Pokémon, allowing them to run, play, and sleep.

At that same time, Glitchy Red showed up on-screen. And you were surprised to see him wearing his own red jinbei, along with a Pikachu mask.

Of course, you should have expected that.

"Nice outfit, Red." You chuckled. "I'm stuck with the green one, unfortunately."

"I had to datamine for this..and yet you tout about "customization" like it's the game's best feature.." He scoffed.

"Never said it was, but anyways..." You pressed ZR to summon a ball for your Pokémon to play with, smiling as they did so. "I gotta take care of these guys."

"Is that what you're doing?" Sitting on the bench at the table, Glitchy Red looked all around, watching your character interact with each of them. He noticed the hearts over their heads, prompting an eyebrow raise.

You didn't answer him, instead cleaning the dirt off Miraidon and watching the electric/dragon type shake itself dry, looking happy before it went back to taking a snooze.

Then he notices your character scrubbing soap onto Miraidon, before washing it off with a showerhead. The electric/dragon type growled happily as it shook off the water, a little music note over its head.

"What's the point of doing all of that?"

"To restore their HP, gain XP, and boost friendship levels." You explained. "I try to raise that as much as possible, because if you're best friends with your Pokémon..there's a chance they can survive a fatal hit. The game likes to say they don't want me "feeling sad"."

"...but if they were burned or poisoned, it would be useless." He remarked.

"True, but it's saved me a lot during my Nuzlocke run of the main game's story."

"I suppose it did...why do they name it after a Nuzleaf, though?"

You shrugged. "No clue. I just saw the challenge trending again and decided to hop on it."

".....you've been taking my presence rather well." He pointed out, his eyes becoming more visible now that his shadow wasn't as prominent. "At this point, they usually abandon me, or try to destroy the game...or send it to someone else begging THEM to destroy it."

"Well rest assured, I don't plan on doing any of those three things." Leaning back in your chair, you sighed. "I'll admit, I read a story like yours once as a little kid and it scared the hell out of me...."

He scowled darkly, which was a rather humorous contrast to the smiling Pikachu on his mask.

"...but now that I've gotten to know you better, I..do wanna say I'm sorry you've been treated that way for so long. It must've been lonely for you."

Then his gaze softened, and he looked down at the ground, shoulders slumped. "It was...hearing the same NPCs repeat the same damn lines over and over again was like torture. I kept wondering...why me? Why did I have to be the only one to wake up?"

"I don't know, Red..." You frowned slightly, hating to see him this way, although you perked up after getting an idea. "But I do know what'll cheer you up."

Glitchy Red looked back up at you. "What could you possibly have in mind? Don't tell me it's a stupid sandwich-"

"Agiaaas?"

Hearing the soft growl of Miraidon, he turned to see it now sitting in front of him, staring as though patiently waiting to be fed. And for a moment he seemed genuinely startled, still forgetting that he could be perceived by the Pokémon in this world.

It was actually kinda nice.

Although he abstained from petting it, fearing that he could accidentally corrupt it with his glitches, the legendary didn't seem to mind it one bit.

Instead, it just curled up at his feet, little bubbling z's floating over its head as it fell fast asleep.

'I guess it really does like the word 'sandwich'..'

"Why don't I show you the art of sandwich-making in this game, Red?" Your character went over to the table. "I'll tell you how this makes Shiny hunts easier...but you gotta promise not to laugh at my stacking skills."

For a second or two, he didn't say anything.

Then he stood up and put his mask off to the side of his head a little bit more, allowing you to fully see his face.

He seemed more relaxed, barely holding back a smile.

"I can't make any promises, but show me. I'd like a Shiny Pikachu."

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