#they would so dye each other hair.. possibly..

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THE hair dye duo! (platonic) mitsunene!

[tumble-tv]

ICE raids are happening.

Any immigrants, no matter how long you have been a citizen of the USA, is at risk of being deported either out of the country as a whole or into what are basically concentration camps. Raids starting in Chicago, Illinois. and spreading to other major cities with high POC and Hispanic populations. The US Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE) and Customs and Border Patrol (CBP) have started raiding homes and families in California.

There are no "protected locations" as of January 21, 2025. Hospitals, schools, and churches are all at risk of being raided, where before these places were deemed safe and off limits to raids.

When it comes to spotting an ICE agent, look for these:

Weirdly neat/well kept hair (shaved heads, side parts, military burs for men; low buns, high ponytails, close cropped bobs for women)

Oversized jacket (long and bulky outerwear makes it easier to hide tools/equipment without being suspicious)

Both hands in pockets

Many undercover agents/cops buy cheap plain clothes off the racks so they aren’t seen in their own clothes. This can make their outfit seem awkward

Sweatshirts with the hood up

Sports apparel (warm up jacket, sweats, etc) with non-sports clothes (jeans, cargo shorts)

Cargo pants/shorts (usually full of items like their badge, flashlight, taser, pepper spray, backup handcuffs, zip ties)

Military or hiking style boots, sometimes chunky sneakers (extra points if none of it matches anything in their outfit)

Outline of a gun in their pants/shirt (easy to see when bending, leaning, or raising arms) (NO NOT SAY ANYTHING)

Overly friendly

Overly inquisitive

“How old are you” and “what do you know about this happening” are both red flags, along with generally odd and personal questions

Don’t fit in

Mismatched pairs in public spaces (usually cops do these things in pairs. They don’t talk to each other or acknowledge each other much, if at all)

DO NOT SAY ANYTHING UNTIL YOU ARE 100% SURE

YOUR BEST BET IS NOT TO SAY ANYTHING UNTIL THE SUSPECT STARTS ACTING OFF AND GETTING PUSHY

COPS ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE UNDERCOVER

COPS CAN AND WILL LIE TO YOU

SCREAM “LA MIGRA” AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS

For protesting:

N95 masks

Respirator/gas mask if you have access to one

Water water water water water (I hate to say it, but disposable one use bottles are best here. If it comes to it, you need to be able to drop and run.) Use for flushing wounds, flushing eyes of tear gas, and of course drinking.

Snacks! You'll be doing a lot of walking and/or running and need to keep that energy up. Trail mix, dried fruit, nuts, granola bars, crackers, jerky/meat sticks, fruit snacks, candy, etc. Think of it like packing your lunchbox for a field trip.

Eyedrops (teargas is a bitch)

Goggles (I bring my old snowboarding goggles)

If you are wearing a t-shirt or have exposed skin, put on fake/temporary tattoos. If you are brought into something and they say you were there, showing a picture of you with the tattoos, show them where that tattoo would be and how there’s nothing there. How would you get rid of a giant flower on your forearm in 2 days anyways?

Wigs fall under the same category as tattoos. The person they're claiming to be you has a blonde bob and you have green hair past your shoulders.It also makes it possible to go with a completely different color without the use of hair dye. This means if they try to arrest you later and try to prove it was you by taking your hair and testing for dye, it won't come back the way they hope. (Thank you @violetrosepetals for this addition!)

Hide your hair. I tuck my hair into my beanie since it’s short. If you have longer hair, try to do the same or tuck it into your shirt. Balaclavas are also a good choice, as they cover both your face and hair.

Power bank

Chargers

Helmet. Any is fine, my personal choice is a skating helmet since they’re rounder and can take more damage, but tactical is also good

Hand sanitizer

Gloves with hard knuckles (tactical gloves). These pack a good punch even if you don't have the correct form. Don't have those? Wrist guards for roller skating/skateboarding work kinda like that too. More of a slapping motion, but still hurt like a bitch. Extra points if they're all scuffed up from use and falls.

Bandanas. Somebody might need one for their face or hair, maybe you need to get dirt off somebody’s face, maybe somebody got injured. They’re great for anything and everything.

Cash (try to stick to cash, your card can be tracked)

Medications if you take them. If you get arrested or happen to somehow be away for longer than expected after the protest, it’s always good to have emergency meds

FIRST AID ALL THE FIRST AID (Tourniquet, Quikclot, chest seal, trauma shears, gauze, bandages, duct tape, and all the usual stuff you’d have in there)

Good shoes. Boots and sneakers are your best choices. Not heels, not platforms, not sandals. Good boots or shoes that won't come off your feet too easily when you run. Steel toed shoes are a great option. Your toes won't be squashed, but also it'll hurt someone a lot more if you start kicking.

Spare socks. Trust me. You can use them to stop bleeding if it comes to it, but also you can put rocks in there and boom weapon. Also if the socks you're wearing get wet.

As much covering clothing as you can handle. Plain jeans, plain hoodie, plain t-shirt, keep yourself as anonymous as possible. Black and baggy is best.

Photocopy of your ID, not your real one.

Sunscreen!

Make sure your clothes have pockets, even if you have a bag. You want everything to be easily accessible.

Do not wear contact lenses. If tear gas is used, that will make everything so much worse. Wear your glasses or go blind. If you have overly unique or identifiable frames, goggles are your friend here. Get some goggles that will fit over your frames, preferably ones that are tinted.

If you use mobility aids, cover defining features. Logos, brand names, colors, stickers, all of it. Take some old plain t-shirt and tie it around your wheelchair’s backrest. Wrap your wheelchair frame in cling wrap, then duct tape, or plain black self adhering medical tape. Cover stickers on your cane or crutches the same way. Electric chair? You have a little more work, but you can do it. Wrap it up. Same idea. Walker? Same thing. Cover. It. All.

If you are bringing a bag, make sure that bag is as plain as possible. No pins. No patches. No keychains. Except maybe a pride flag so people know which team you're playing on.

Scarf or keffiyeh if you have one. They have many uses!

Write a reliable phone number (of someone who is not at the protest with you) on your body. On the off chance you get arrested, that is your emergency contact.

Pocket knife.

Pepper spray/mace/bear spray

if you get tear gassed, shake around first before using water. Most tear gas is more of a powder and water has a high likelihood of just spreading it around. (Thank you @actually-a-bread-loaf for this addition!)

Tennis rackets also work wonderfully for chucking tear gas canisters back at those throwing them. Anybody asks, you're going out to play tennis with friends later. Baseball bats also work! (Thank you @azul-nova-24 for this addition!)

Anything you can throw. Soup for my family.

IF YOU CAN, LEAVE YOUR PHONE AT HOME

IF YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT WITH YOU, TURN OFF LOCATION SERVICES ON ALL APPS AND TURN OFF BIOMETRICS (FACE ID AND FINGERPRINT) SO YOU CAN ONLY UNLOCK YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR PASSWORD

COPS CAN FORCE YOU TO OPEN YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR FINGERPRINT OR FACE ID

MAKE SURE SOMEBODY KNOWS GENERALLY WHERE YOU ARE

If you see a potential or active raid, take pictures and note the time and location. Post online if you can, as well.

You have the right to remain silent. State that you wish to remain silent. Avoid giving information about anybody's immigration status. You have the right to refuse to sign anything before speaking to an attorney. You have the right to refuse searches of your car, your home, and yourself. Schools do not collect a child's immigration status.

I do not want to scare anybody, but this is what life is right now. That man does not care how long you have been a citizen of this country. If you are not a white, cisgender, heterosexual, Christian male, you are seen as less than by men in power. You are not less than. You are a threat to them, and they are scared. Keep it that way.

Even if you're not currently protesting, it's good to know this just in case. Things are happening very quickly, and there is a very high chance of it changing very quickly within the next four years.

Here's the link to my post on what to bring in terms of first aid.

If you cannot attend protests, that’s fine. Do what’s best for you. Even just reposting information helps.

This is an updated version of this post,

Updated January 27, 2025.

[gregalution]

CAN'T STOP ━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

pairing - fwb/coworker!yoongi x fwb/coworker!reader

summary - yoongi always found a way to get on your nerves. the fact that he's your coworker makes it so much worse. you both have to keep it a secret that he's the one who fucks your brains out every night.

warnings/context - teasing, tension, orange hair yoongi w glasses!!, public sex, club bathroom sex, p in v, oral (f), unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, people walk in and out the bathroom and yall are not quiet!

word count - 4.9k

you hated your job.

working at a desk for 8 hours a day non stop was nowhere near your dream job.

the crippling back pain you receive from being hunched over a computer, planning meetings, answering the phone, and constantly carrying huge stacks of papers was killing you.

the only thing stopping you from quitting was the pay. it was decent but you're almost available to be promoted to a better job in the office. you've been working here for almost 4 years. you've seen coworkers come and go since it really wasn't the best place. your manager wasn't the greatest. he picks favorites and you just so happen to be on his list. but his most favorite coworker is yoongi. he loves that man like he's his son. he wasn't going to hire him at first because he doesn't allow people with hair dye to work here. somehow yoongi convinced him that his bright orange hair is natural! you have no idea how he's convinced everyone but you were never convinced. every couple of months, you could see his dark black roots start to grow in. he wasn't always on top of keeping his roots dyed..

although yoongi is a few years older than you, he acts like he's 12 years old. he's always trying to mess with you in every way possible. he has found a new obsession of pranking you. one time he locked the bathroom while you were in it. but of course, he was the one to save you and pretended like he wasn't the one who caused it.

the thing is, you and yoongi have been secretly fucking? it’s complicated. he was obsessed with you the first time he ever laid his eyes on you. you both had to keep your “relationship” a secret for the sake of your jobs. he wasn’t the best at not making it obvious. he flirted with you constantly in front of your coworkers and would always want to have sex in the janitors closet or the bathroom.

you hated that you loved how risky it was. it was just a secret between you two but if anybody found out, your fucked.

yoongi still treats you nicely. just because he’s an ass at work doesn’t mean that he’s bad in bed. he could make you cum 5 times in one night. he’s the best man you have ever fucked. the night that you told him that, he took that with pride. and now, he has used that against you. he makes you moan out his name when he asks who owns your pussy. the audacity! i mean, you both are exclusive to each other so who else would own your amazing pussy?!

at work, it was one of your coworkers birthday. it was yoongis time to shine. he is the party man after all. you had a large stack of papers in your hands while you were on your way to copy some documents. yoongi had stopped you in the hallway. of course, he had to make some comment about how high up your skirt was riding and how sexy you looked in a blouse. he knows that you hate parties, especially work parties. this was his way into smooth talking you so that you were more likely to say yes. this time however, it took a lot more to get you to go. his plan for this party was to go to the club. you absolutely hate the club. the loud music pounding your ear drums, giving you a headache was just hell on earth.

the only way he convinced you was by promising to pay for all of your drinks for the night. you loved to drink but just not at some scummy club. your coworkers just love to party at the club and you never understood why. when you agreed to his plans, he gave you the most sloppiest kiss before thanking you. you rolled your eyes at him while wiping the smudged lipstick off the corner of your lips. once you started to walk away, he just had to watch you walk off. the outfits you wore to work kill him everyday.

later that day once work was over, you were stuck on what you should wear. you didn't want to wear something too...scandalous but it is the club. you decided on a black off the shoulder long sleeve dress. it was actually pretty tight on you, but damn, it looked better that way. you had no bra on underneath and you wore a black lace thong. you kept your hair down but curled and you had black knee high boots. you knew once you saw yoongi, his jaw would be on the floor. he has never seen you wear something like this.

when you made it to the club, you were immediately overwhelmed. you could hear the music blasting while you were walking up the street. you're gonna need many shots to make you want to stay here for more than 30 minutes.

inside was much worse and just like how you remembered, sweaty bodies squished in the dance floor, couples sucking each others faces off, and the music was thumping into the floors. just great.

you found your coworkers around a large circular table hidden towards the back of the club. you made eye contact with yoongi and his facial expression was better than you imagined. his jaw was dropped to the floor. you wanted to slap his jaw closed because of how obvious he was being about eye fucking you in front of your coworkers. you could tell he was not going to stop talking about your outfit all night long.

once you sat next to him after saying hi to everyone, he rests his arm on the back of the booth behind you, allowing him to be closer to you.

"you look so fucking good." he spoke loudly into your ear so you could hear him over the loud music but not loud enough so everyone else could hear.

you tilted your head up so you could look at him. his hair was more messy than how it was earlier today. he had on a black jacket that was unbuttoned paired with a black shirt underneath. he also had on black jeans with black boots. he caught you analyzing him but he's been analyzing your whole body since he first saw you. and stupidly enough, you both are obviously matching. he rarely wears all black but of course, today was the day he decided to.

"you still owe me a drink." you tilted your head. he smiled down at you and nodded his head.

"of course, i'll get you whatever you want." he spoke while adjusting his glasses. once you got out of the booth he was right beside you. you started walking to the bar. luckily enough, it was far from your group. when you sat down at the bar, yoongis hand immediately went to rest on your thigh.

"yoongi, what if they see you?" your eyes went wide and you turned your head to check on your coworkers. they were far enough but they were still visible.

"they're too drunk to even care." he squeezed your thigh, getting your attention back to him.

"they're already drunk?" you were surprised. you were only 30 minutes late but damn, getting drunk so fast was shocking to you. thank god it's a friday night.

"yup, birthday girl gets free drinks tonight because it's her special day." you nodded your head in response. it's not your birthday but you get free drinks as well!

once he ordered you a few shots, you both were chatting like normal. he was talking about how terrible the weather was today and how he sweat through his shirt today at work. you were crying laughing at him. the way he explained it had you bawling. you didn’t even see him the rest of the day but you wish you did.

both of you had at least 3 shots. you were already getting pretty tipsy since it doesn’t take a lot of alcohol to get you drunk. yoongi never let go of you. he had his hands all over you. you were starting not to care since your mind was barely focused on the people around you.

“i think i’m gonna go mingle around.” he slurred his words as he spoke close to your ear.

“okay, i’ll head back to the table.” you responded to him after finishing your last shot.

“in half an hour, come meet me by the bathroom okay?” you were a intrigued by his words. meet him by the bathroom for what? for sex you hope. you’ve been soaking in your panties since you first saw yoongi.

“mmm, okay.” you smiled at him, earning a bright smile back at you. before you could stand up, yoongi pulled you in for a quick kiss.

before you could pull back, he spoke dangerously close to your lips, “can’t wait to fuck you.” he kissed you before you could reply to him. you hit him in the chest, making him pull back with a laugh. you glared at him, holding in a smile while he got up from his seat. he blew you a cheesy kiss before he walked away, blending in with the huge crowd of people.

once you got back to your table, everyone was blasted. glasses full of liquor were littered all over the table with some random bowls of peanuts. one of your coworkers immediately offered you a drink, promising you it hadn’t been touched yet. you declined and said you already had too much to drink. you were lying. you could drink a bit more but you want to save yourself from a horrible hang over.

while sitting at the table chatting with your coworkers, you kept checking the time eagerly. it felt like time was moving so slowly. you were thinking about beating him there to the bathroom but you still have over 10 minutes left.

you had just one more shot. you needed something to calm your nerves. you don't understand why you're nervous. you weren't even this nervous the first time you had sex with yoongi. tonight is different. sex in a public bathroom. gross but also, kind of hot? the chances of getting caught are 99% since it's so easy to get caught. the club doesn't have that many bathrooms and it's so full today. hopefully you don't get kicked out..

after much encouragement from your horny brain, you finally decided to get up. it was almost half an hour and you couldn't sit there for another minute. your coworkers were starting to get on your nerves.

you made up an excuse to your coworkers that you were going to mingle around and be back soon. it sounded believable since that's a normal thing to do i guess? at least yoongi said that. you made your way to the bathrooms that were closer than you expected. you pulled down your dress that was rolling up way too high and fixed your hair while strutting to the bathroom.

you made it to a long hallway with a couple doors scattered around. no yoongi in sight. you wouldn't think that he would be in one of the bathrooms since you would look crazy walking in the men's bathroom just by yourself. you decided to touch up how you looked in the mirror since you haven't checked how you looked all night. you slowly opened the door to the women's bathroom, peaking your head inside. you couldn't see anybody. all the stalls were wide open and nobody was outside of them either. fuck yeah. hopefully yoongi will hurry up soon.

you stood in front of the sinks, fixing your slightly messy hair in the huge cracked mirror in front of you. the lighting in the bathroom was horrible. just one very dim light in the middle of the ceiling, barely making the room light.

the door creaked open while you were finishing up. you saw yoongis hair before you saw his face in the mirror. you turned your head to face him, already smirking at him. he was already staring back at you with the same grin.

he walked next to you and fixed his hair as well, basically copying what you were just doing. you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle when you watched him through the mirror.

"what?" he looked up at you through the mirror before turning his head towards you.

"what if i wasn't in here but some random girl was?" you teased him.

"i knew you were in here anyways, i saw you walking here."

"oh so we're spying now?" you raised your eyebrows.

"how could i not? you in this outfit is practically my wet dream."

you laughed even harder at his response. but oh he wasn't joking. he's been craving you since he saw you walk in. your bare legs, knee high boots, and dress was killer. if you wore something like that when you two were alone, your whole outfit would've been ripped off after you first step through the door. knowing that now, you have so many outfit ideas spinning through your head.

he put his hands firmly on your waist, stepping closer to where you were standing. your arms instantly wrapped around his neck. one hand was pressed on the nape of his neck while your other hand hung loosely. he didn't let you look at him for at least 5 seconds before he dove right in, kissing you deeply. your grip on his hair immediately went tighter, pushing him against you. his hands ran along the sides of your torso, just below your boobs.

you leaned into his touch while you breathed heavily. every small gasp was swallowed by him. you both were kissing each other sloppily but had so much passion. you grabbed onto anything you could. his hair, his shirt, anything. once you got too grabby, he started walking you backwards into one of the open stalls. he never let go of your lips or your body. it was like he just knew the way magically.

he closed the stall door behind him, fumbling with the lock. he let go of your lips to look you in the eyes. he cupped your face in his hands. they always felt rough against your face but you love it.

"you look so fucking good right now" he breathed heavily, matching your breathing.

you didn't even answer him, you grabbed him and pulled him in for another kiss. you needed him now more than ever. you were not going to wait until you get home to fuck him. he said he would fuck you and you want it. his hands started to roam your body again, causing your dress to roll up again. his hands slowly went lower to your exposed thigh. his other hand was firmly placed on your back while his other hand was tracing your inner thigh.

you shivered against his touch. he was being t0o gentle to you and going painfully slow. he wanted you to feel everything and remember this. his lips started kissing down your neck, nipping and biting gently at your skin. his hand was toying with your underwear, pulling it back just a bit before letting it snap back on to your delicate skin.

"please yoongi, do something." you whined into him. you started squirming against his touch, getting impatient at his actions. he was going so slowly and you were begging to be touched.

he smiled against your skin before pulling back. your eyes were practically begging him to touch you. he finally obliged, grabbing your underwear and pulling them down in a rush. finally.

he stuffed your underwear in his pocket before you could even complain. you were definitely not getting those back.

he sank down on the tiled floor, cupping your thighs once again. he stared up at you while his mouth was inches away from your sopping core. you furrowed your brows before putting your hands through his hair, gripping firmly. you could feel his breath against your wet cunt. he licked a sloppy strip up, sending shivers throughout your whole body.

you gasped instantly, closing your eyes and tilting your head up to the ceiling. he continued to devour your pussy, causing your body to tremble under his touch.

he dug his nails into your thighs. it felt like he was going to leave you bruises but you could care less. your knees started to feel weak. your hands shot up to each side of the stall to keep yourself stable. once he started picking up the pace on your clit, you could barely handle it. you were feeling so sensitive but you were close to cumming. and of course, he knew it.

he kept you from pulling back, his grip on your thighs grew stronger the more you squirmed. you were trying your best to keep your moans quiet but it was getting harder and harder each time his tongue lapped up your cunt. he knew all the right spots to have you screaming his name all night.

once one finger entered your cunt, you broke instantly. his mouth was destroying your clit while his finger went at a fast pace. you couldn't hold back anymore, you were moaning like crazy.

he continued to finger you, his finger nudging the spot you needed the most. your vision started to get blurry and your legs were becoming jello. you could barely hold yourself up. you felt a tight knot in your lower stomach, a feeling that has become familiar to you now.

"fuck, yoongi i'm gonna cum." you moaned out.

he kept his pace the same, staring up at you from in between your thighs. your eyes were squeezed shut and your head was still thrown back. he was admiring you from down there. your makeup was all smudged, and tears had started to run down your face. your eyes suddenly shot open before you tilted your head back down at him.

you moaned in pleasure as your orgasm overcame you. you removed one hand from the stall to latch onto his hair, gripping tightly. yoongi continued to work you through it until you were practically pulling his hair out, trying to get his mouth away from you.

once he finally let go of you and removed his fingers from your cunt, you whined. the loss of his fingers always made you feel so empty. your pussy was still throbbing for more from him. he wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before sticking his finger in his mouth, sucking the juices off.

he kept eye contact with you the whole time. he watched your lust full eyes stare back at him. your mouth slightly hung open while you were trying to catch your breath.

he stood up from the floor, latching onto your lips before you could even process anything. you both were kissing each other sloppily. you could taste yourself as his tongue ran all around yours. as he continued to kiss you, he let go of your body to unbuckle his belt before pulling down his pants and his boxers as fast as he could.

his dick was rock hard. it looked painful. his dick had been stuck in his pants for too long, basically begging to be let free. he pulled back, stroking himself and using his other hand to get you to turn around. you did that immediately, positioning yourself to have your hands up against the tiled wall. you were slightly hovering over the open toilet below you. it's so gross but your drunken and dick hungry mind could care less.

his free hand latched onto your bare ass, giving it a light slap. his shuffled forwards so his tips could meet your puffy cunt. he rubbed his tip along your wet pussy, causing you to groan in frustration. he chuckled in response before slamming his dick into you suddenly. you moaned out instantly. it was painfully good. you had no time to adjust to his size. your pussy throbbed against his dick, soaking in every thick vein.

he continued to pound into you. the bathroom was filled with your dirty moans and the loud slaps of his hips against your ass. he pushed down gently on your lower back to get you to arch more. his hand then reached over to your boob. he shoved down your shirt to allow him to grip onto your bare breast. his pace quickened, he was deep inside of you in this position. you could practically feel your cervix being bruised each thrust.

all you could hear was his grunts and low moans. he was never as loud as you even when you both are fucking in bed. little did you know this time, people had been walking in and out and you both had no idea. you were just so lost in pleasure that you payed no mind to anything but his dick pounding into your pussy. the bathroom sounded like pure porn. you couldn't hold anything back.

you looked over your shoulder at him, his hand was still fumbling with your breast. your nipple was hard under his touch. his other hand had a firm grip on your hips but his head was tilted down. he was still moaning with you, getting more lost inside of you. he felt like he was in heaven every time his dick felt your wet core. his dick was practically sucked in and he never wanted to leave it.

you knew he was getting closer to cumming. his pace had started to become sloppy and slower. his moans were getting deeper and you could hear how heavily he was breathing. you felt another orgasm creeping up on you. you kept your sweaty palms firm against the tile. your cunt squeezed around his sensitive dick, causing you both to break almost at the same time. you gushed all over his dick while he pumped into you.

you were dripping sweat and loosing your balance again. he slowly milked out every last drop he had left inside of you. he was being gentle to make sure it wasn't too much for you. once he knew he was done, he stayed inside of you for a minute, attempting to catch his breath. you rested your forehead against the wall while you were also panting.

he slowly took his dick out, causing you both to wince from the loss. you stood back up gently and turned around to face him. he was already putting his pants back on while you were clenching hard to not let the cum drip out of you.

he looked back at you, his cheeks were a light pink while his lips were swollen and a deep red. you didn't even want to know what you looked like currently. you knew you looked like a complete wreck. you could feel the tears drying on your cheeks and your lip gloss had been long gone from your lips.

he thought you looked beautiful. the smudged mascara and eyeshadow was cute to him. he cupped your head in his hands and kissed you deeply. once he pulled back, he asked, "you okay?"

you nodded back, attempting to smile back at him but you were exhausted. he smiled back at you, pecking you quickly on your sweaty forehead. he let go of you to dig in his pocket to fetch your tiny thong. he helped you put it on even though it was unnecessary. you still liked the gesture since he always dressed you after sex.

he fixed your dress while you fixed the collar of his jacket. it felt more intimate than usual. by now one of you would be on the way home but you both were stuck together until it was time to leave the club. you absolutely had to leave now. you didn't care what time it was you just needed to save yourself from the embarrassing walk of shame.

he grabbed your hand before giving it a light squeeze. he was the first to step out the stall with you stumbling behind him. your legs were still a trembling mess.

"you need a ride home?" he asked while exiting the bathroom and leading you to stand in front of him in the dark hallway.

"yes, please." you replied. he smiled once again and lead you out of the club. you didn't have a clue what time it was but it was starting to get light outside. you kept your head hung low as you both walked. you forgot to check if you even looked like a normal person in the mirror when you stepped out the stall.

yoongi could care less about it though. he kept his head high as he continued to weave through the crowded club. once you both made it out, it felt like you could finally breath. the weather was warm with a cool breeze. it felt amazing on your sticky skin. you both had stopped outside, fixing yourselves before walking to his car. your feet were killing you. you wish you could've taken them off but you wouldn't dare be barefoot in a gross club bathroom. he had his arm slung over your bare shoulder, rubbing his thumb on your collar bone. the walk was quite far but you both were chatting like nothing happened. he offered you to stay at his place since he lives closer to the club and you couldn't deny that.

he even offered to have sex again at his place. you would never say no to an amazing offer like that. his place was way larger than yours and you both have fucked everywhere. your personal favorite being the shower and you both desperately need one.

he spent the rest of the night with you. he fucked you in every position possible until you both physically couldn't stay awake. tonight was the first time either of you have slept over. it was perfect. you both slept naked in his large bed, bodies pressed up against each other and legs tangled.

you couldn't dream of a better night. if your boss found out about this, your fucked.

RAHHHHHHHHHH!!! super duper random smut. literally i saw that pic of nerdy yoongi and my mind went CRAZY! i created this whole story in my head before i went to sleep and had to write it!

hope u liked it ;)

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Dana Evans X Nurse Fem!reader Headcanons

Notes: None, besides me being truly self-indulgent

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ She was the most attentive and loving person you could ever imagine from the moment you started dating, despite all the love she has for you, she almost fainted when she saw you in your hospital uniform in the main emergency room on the island

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ It's not that she doesn't want you around, she adores you and somehow makes it possible for you to spend more time together, but you would definitely be a cute little distraction from her work.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ She would leave you a cup of coffee in the morning, exactly how you like it. She doesn't say anything, she just leaves it next to you on the desk and continues coordinating the shift change.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ If you ever have to cover a double shift, she would make sure to leave you food, electrolytes, and granola bars so that the lack of sleep doesn't throw you off balance.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ She's the first to intervene when she sees you looking exhausted. She's the mother figure for all the medical staff, but with you it's different, it's personal, so she takes you aside without saying a word and sits you down in the break room saying, “Take five, no more, no less, I'll count them.”

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ She knows she looks hot when she wears glasses, so with the sole purpose of making you nervous, she looks at you over the top of her frames with one eyebrow raised when you ask her something.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ She's not the best at PDA so as not to get in trouble with HR, but she would definitely love to call you nicknames like “honey,” “baby,” “sweet girl.” In that sense, Dana is very classic.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ Continuing with the nicknames, she would call you according to the animal you resemble, “puppy,” “kitten,” “bunny,” that kind of nickname.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ They have small bracelets or charms with each other's initials. Hers is gold because she's a golden girl.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ She loves to leave lipstick marks on your face. She says you look adorable.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ Once, at the beginning of the relationship, she found you smoking after a shift. She took the cigarette away from you and, after taking a drag, threw it on the ground. “If you're going to smoke, at least let me buy you decent cigarettes,” she said, then put her arm around your waist and kissed you on the cheek.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ She definitely has that elegant and sober style outside of work, pretty dresses in solid colors, two-piece outfits, dress pants, a complete office siren.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ She lets you do her nails, no colored polish, just shape the nail and apply some hardening polish so they don't break so often.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ You dance in the kitchen with music playing in the background while you prepare dinner. She stands behind you, swaying to the rhythm of the song while stirring some pasta.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ You always go everywhere in her car. She is older than you (by quite a bit), so the trunk is always full of your belongings.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ You buy them little keychains to hang on the rearview mirror of two penguins hugging

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ You never ask her to, and yet she iron your uniform every night along with hers, not for any particular reason, just think you look prettier when she take care of you

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ I'm going to assume she dyes her hair. It's impossible with the amount of stress she handles not to have gray hair. You help her by applying the dye or plucking out the most visible gray hairs.

🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ When she blushes, IT SHOWS. My girl is pale as a ghost, so even the slightest color on her face stands out like a pomegranate.

[hojoslutoru]

AFTER: POST-CANON VIGNETTES

Chpt 1: Somehow, You

Mikey x Reader, Inui x Reader (for this chapter)

"But Mikey-kun… I think she was really happy with her boyfriend in the future." Takemichi remembers seeing a wedding band glinting off of Inui's finger when he raised his gun in Taiju's restaurant. What if that was you too?

What if Mikey's dark impulse wasn't solely responsible for his dark side?

Various snapshots of life in the final timeline, with Takemichi trying to keep everything together.

features angst, manga spoilers, mild yandere for this chapter

A/N: Repost because the lack of engagement on the original brought me down.

*member of @pixelcafe-network @maplewood-valley

*dividers by @ cursed-carmine

*meme not mine

Takemichi hadn't known you well, yet you are present in every timeline, to varying degrees. A friend of Emma's, often where she was but he would also catch you with members of Toman. At Chifuyu's helping him dye his hair, at Baji's grave with your arm wrapped around Draken's, studying in the library with Mitsuya, getting soba with Peh-yan. You always seemed at ease with the upper ranks of Toman. It spoke of your long history with the gang. His own acquaintance with you was weak though present. Perhaps your schedule was too busy, your heart too full to allow anyone else in. He was too overwhelmed to ever question it.

In adulthood you were harder to spot, but still on the periphery. In the timeline where Takemichi ranked among the top of Toman, Inui mentioned you were out buying a gift for Yuzuha. When Izana walked away from the impending carnage, he lamented having to break the news of Mikey's death to you. In the future weighed down by Bonten, you were entangled with Inui once more. The two of you were bright with happiness, holding hands at Pah-chin's wedding. Upon Takemichi’s second-last return to the past, he watched you floated listless and alone through the school halls. He observed the spectre of Emma's ghost hanging over you, heavy as it was for Draken. He could see now how you ended up with Inui, hanging around the garage after class grieving in solidarity with Draken. By that point in time he had long since stopped questioning your presence. Even if you didn't make a significant impact on the timelines, you were important in their lives.

In his final return he spots you sparring with Baji in Grandpa Sano's karate class. Takemichi finally had the last piece of the puzzle to explain why you were everywhere. You were childhood friends with Baji and the Sanos. You were already embedded from the start.

"I'm going to do better with her this time."

Mikey startles Takemichi out of his thoughts. For the first time it occurs to him that he has never seen you and Mikey interact. Always in each other's orbit, but never close enough to touch.

"What do you mean?"

"I made a choice for her. She never forgave me."

"So you're going to save your friendship? Right?" Takemichi feels dread creeping up his spine. He had never seen Inui smile the way he did with you.

"I'm going to make her my girl this time." Had Mikey always looked at you with such longing?

"But Mikey-kun… I think she was really happy with her boyfriend in the future." Takemichi remembers seeing a wedding band glinting off of Inui's finger when he raised his gun in Taiju's restaurant. What if that was you too?

"It doesn't matter." Mikey says, voice sharper than it should be for a body so young. "I wasn't there for her before but I will be now."

The future fractures, diverges into so many paths. Takemichi can't escape the weight of possibility. Even without the curse, Mikey seems to have the bud of rage still buried within him. Maybe it was never the dark urges alone. Perhaps Mikey himself was part of the problem all along.

MASTERLIST DIRECTORY

AO3

[destinysquared]

So question on reactions from the characters. You see. Ive made a MC who is a Yandere (i love the concept a lot so hear me out—) she’s the kind who would take pictures, record herself sleeping cause she knows pierrot watches. Stalking, collect stuff, maybe get some hair. basically do what pierrot does but on a more human’s level.

How would each of the characters react to this knowing there is someone who’s at the same crazed level at Pierrot is? I wanna get an idea on it so i can convey it properly in writing along side the art i plan.

Much love for the art ya do and for the work on the game, if you cant answer that’s fine too :3

Hey there! Yandere MCs are always fun because this means all the shit the yandere does IN GAME is completely AOK for MC XD no need to talk Pierrot out of watching you sleep, MC WANTS THAT SHIT! I'm here for it.

Now...the way I am going to answer this is--How would the other characters react to an MC who is yandere FOR PIERROT---? Is that right?

Pierrot: Cut, print, send it to the press because he LOVES it. End of story. The moment he finds you've made a shrine to him made up of his saliva and discarded milkshakes he'll basically assume you're married. Congrats~it's a yandere wedding~

Harlequin: He'd genuinely think there's something wrong with you, and technically there is, so he's not wrong. It'll annoy him that none of his charms are working on you. Plus, he still wants to make sure that Pierrot is never happy with someone, so keep an eye on him! He'll definitely try something no matter what! But yeah....he'll accept that he can't have your heart, it's clearly Pierrot's.

Doctor: This won't affect him much. If Doctor likes you then he might be a bit worried for your safety, thinking Pierrot is too volatile a lover for someone as delicate as you (a human). He might however even give you tips on their anatomy, if you're already somehow part of the circus. Otherwise? Business as usual with Doctor. He'll just hand you a cup to pee in and send you off with a thumbs up.

Jester: OH GOD. OH NO. YOU ARE IN SO MUCH DANGER. HE REALLY WON'T LIKE THIS. FUCK. RUN FOR THE HILLS. ELOPE IN CANADA UNDER A NEW NAME AND DYE YOUR HAIR--THE MAN IS SO UPSET. Basically....he won't like you paying so much attention to pierrot, possibly finding out their secret--however this is where you can use your obsession to your advantage. If you're able to show through actions just HOW MUCH you care for Pierrot, then your devotion might allow Jester to let Pierrot 'keep you'. Depending on how obedient you are. Just don't do something weird like stab yourself for Pierrot and such, that won't impress Jester.

TicketTaker: He won't like it. At all. He will continuously look at you as a threat--someone who could bring nothing but danger to the circus. He'll see how much power you have over Pierrot and be VERY upset by it; reminding him of the ringmaster who once controlled them all. You technically do have that sort of 'sway' when it comes to Pierrot, let's be honest, so it would be best to show how you WOULDN'T take advantage of the big lug. Be kind. Be open about how you feel, but also show how you wouldn't hurt Pierrot nor any of the circus members with the way you, more or less, 'control' the silent clown.

[lovetrouble123]

More. (pt2)

Synopsis: Just Vincent visiting his sick wife in the hospital...but months later

TW: mentions of vomiting, mentions of death/possibly(?) terminal illness, PLEASE DO NOT DO ANYTHING VINCENT DOES IN THIS, manipulation

A/N: Vincent Vox Whittman when I get my hands on you...when I get my hands on you

Masterlist

part 1

@9kaytor7

"You should dye your hair. While I love the silver fox look, sometimes it makes me wonder if you're treating yourself correctly." Y/N said, looking at her husband.

"You make it sound like I'm not taking care of myself, sweetheart." Vincent laughed, sitting at her hospital bedside. "And believe me, I am."

"Are you sure?" Y/N softly asked, worry laced in her voice. "Ever since becoming the head of the network, you come here looking more and more tired. It's rather worrisome, Vincent."

"My dear, I am perfectly healthy."

But that was the farthest thing from the truth, and Vincent hated lying to his wife.

For months he had been murdering those at the network with better positions than he had, just out of pure jealousy. And as each was murdered off and framed as 'accidents,' Vincent gained a cult following.

And he adored it.

But his sick wife didn't need to know that.

Vincent reached for her hand, his thumb brushing slow circles over her knuckles—measured, grounding, intimate. A practiced gesture. One he’d perfected long before the cameras ever loved him.

“I’m just busy,” he said gently. “Busy doing what I have to do so you don’t have to worry.”

Y/N searched his face, eyes lingering on the silver threads in his hair. Once, it had looked distinguished. Now it only made him seem frayed.

“I don’t want you burning yourself out for me,” she murmured. “I hate feeling like I’m the reason you’re—."

He leaned in, cutting her off with a soft laugh and a kiss to her temple. “No,” he said firmly. “Don’t ever say that.” Her lips parted, but he continued before she could apologize. “You’re the reason I keep going.”

And that wasn’t a lie.

The machines beside her hummed in uneven rhythm. They beeped too loudly. Demanded too much attention. Pretended they were keeping her alive.

He hated them.

He hated how the monitors chirped like overeager gods, pretending authority over a body they didn't understand. Numbers would rise and fall, and both doctors and nurses would write them down like scriptures.

"Mrs Whittman," a voice called from the doorway as a nurse came stumbling inside with a tray in hand. "I have your dinner and your evening pills—oh! Good evening, Mr Whittman!"

Vincent had always been adored by the masses, but after rising to the top, it was like he had followers everywhere he went. Which in a way, he did.

"Good evening, Evelyn." Vincent smiled, "I can take it from here. I'm sure you have other patients to worry about." He said standing up and taking the tray from the woman.

"Yes, however, I have to be the one to administer her pills." Evelyn sweetly smiled, setting the tray down on a nearby counter top. "Doctor's orders."

"Of course." Vincent nodded, his smile softening. As if the words 'doctor's orders' were anything but a suggestion he fully respected. He stepped aside to give Evelyn room. "I wouldn't dream of interfering."

Evelyn almost relaxed instantly. People always did. Vincent had that effect on people.

"I'll just stand here then...as moral support."

Evelyn softly laughed. "You're very attentive, Mr Whittman. Your wife is lucky to have you."

"I know."

As the nurse began to check Y/N's vitals, writing down everything on her clipboard, Vincent glanced at the tray again.

"Has she already taken her antiemetic?" Vincent asked casually.

Evelyn paused for a moment before going back to her work. "Yes, about an hour ago."

"And her vitals were stable afterwards? No nausea or dizziness?"

"N-No. She tolerated it well."

Vincent hummed. "Good. Because the last time they administered the evening pills too close together, she got very sick." He frowned, just enough to seem concerned. "Do you remember that, sweetheart?"

Y/N nodded. "I do. I threw up and you had to call the doctor and nurses back in," she said, embarrassed.

Evelyn flushed. "Right. Yes, I remember now."

Vincent offered her a reassuring smile. "It happens. You're all doing your best."

That "you're all doing your best" mattered because it made Evelyn feel included. Seen. Forgiven.

He glanced at the tray again—at the cup of pills.

"If you don't mind me asking, did they adjust the dosage again today?"

"Yes. Slightly."

"Without informing me?"

"Oh, I'm sure the doctor meant to—."

"I'm sure." Vincent gently interrupted. "They're very busy people. I just wish someone would remember that I'm the one who is here with her every night until visiting hours end. I'm the one who notices when her hands shake more than usual."

Evelyn hesitated as Vincent pressed just a little more.

"I'm not questioning your competence. Truly," he said. "I just..." He trailed off with a sad smile, "I hate seeing her suffer because of poor timing."

Y/N shifted on the bed, wincing as she adjusted the blanket. Instantly, Vincent was at her side, fixing the sheets for her as he grabbed one of her hands after. "She's very sensitive tonight. Emotionally too."

Evelyn glanced between them, her resolve crumbling.

"If it helps, I used to administer her medication when she was first admitted. Her doctor back then trusted me. I even logged everything myself. Times. Reactions." He let out a soft, self deprecating laugh. "I was rather obsessive about it."

"You don't seem like the type to miss any details."

"I can assure you, I won't."

"Well," Evelyn exhaled, "if you're comfortable with doing so, then I'll just make a note that the spouse administered the medication under supervision."

Vincent nodded. "Of course."

Evelyn walked over to the tray and grabbed the cup of pills, handing it to Vincent. "Make sure she eats, alright?"

And then, Evelyn took her leave.

Y/N sat up a little straighter on the bed. "One of the worse parts of my day," she said, "eating the hospital food and taking my medication."

As she held out her hand toward Vincent, ready for him to pour the pills into her hand, Vincent walked over to the attached bathroom and flushed the pills down down the toilet.

"V-Vincent?!" Y/N exclaimed, "what the hell are you—?!"

Vincent didn't flinch at the sound of her voice as the water swallowed up the pills like they never existed. Then, he crossed the room and over to her bedside.

"I saved you," he simply said.

Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide and chest rising a little too fast. "You just flushed my...the doctor said I need those to get better!"

"And they say a lot of things," He replied. "They said you wouldn't make it past the first month. And yet, here you are. They said the treatment would stabilize you, and yet every time they 'adjust' your medicine, you get worse."

"Vincent, that doesn't mean—."

"It means that they don't understand you or the illness you have." He interrupted, "they're guessing."

Y/N searched her husband's face, looking for the man she married who would ramble on about sharks for hours and having ambitions that were impossible to reach.

"Last week, after a dosage change, you couldn't keep your meals down," Vincent continued, his voice low, almost hypnotic. "Your hands kept shaking, and then your body refused to rest. And today, you were better."

"I-I guess."

"That wasn't coincidence."

"Vincent, you're scaring me."

Gently, Vincent cupped her cheeks, his thumbs brushing beneath her eyes as if wiping away tears. "Sweetheart, I would never hurt you. You know that. I spend every waking moment making sure I make you proud of me. And the same is returned. Do you think I'd let them poison you? Allow them to use you as a human lab rat?"

"Poison?" She softly echoed. "Vincent, they're not 'poisoning' me. They're trying to help me—."

"With a illness they know nothing about." He repeated, "nobody knows what you have, my dear. But using you how they are, it isn't moral. It's inhumane. Wrong."

"Vincent, if they find out what you did—."

"They won't." He assured, "they trust me."

Y/N swallowed. Her fingers trembled where they rested against the blanket, and Vincent noticed. He gently enclosed her hands in his, warming them, steadying them, grounding her back into him.

"Those pills were prescribed," she whispered.

"And they prescribed blood thinner too. Medicine is just belief dressed up in white coats," he continued. "It only works because people trust it to. Because they're told it does. Because someone authorizes it to say: 'this will save you.'"

He lifted one of her hands and pressed it against his chest. "Feel that?"

She felt his heartbeat—steady and strong.

"That's real. I'm real and I'm right here. I spend all my nights here, and all my free time away from the network," he said. "All the doctors see are charts, but I see you."

She stared at him, her eyes beginning to gloss over with tears. "You can't just decide what's right for my body."

"I don't decide." He corrected, "I understand. But don't you find it odd?" He gently asked, "that every time they 'help', you get worse? That every time I'm the one caring for you, you improve?"

"But I haven't improved."

"No. But you're alive."

The words landed heavy.

"You aren't supposed to be." He added, "do you remember when your first doctor couldn't even look at you when he said you had hours to live?"

She did remember.

She remembered holding onto her husband like a lifeline, crying into his chest and begging God for forgiveness and mercy.

"And when you woke up the next morning, still alive, you got passed around. They gave up on you. But I never did."

He let go of her hands and loomed over the bed, allowing for a silent reminder of just how small she was in her bed—just how fragile. Vincent adjusted the IV line—not disconnecting, not yet, just straightening out a kink.

"You know that thousands of people listen to me everyday."

"I know."

"They trust me. Believe in me. They rearrange their lives based on my words." He tilted his head, curiously. "Why would you trust strangers more than your own husband?"

Y/N's breath hitched.

"I'm not saying they're evil. They're just misguided," he explained. "They don't love you. They go home at the end of the day and gossip about you. Lump you in with the others like you don't matter."

"You flushed my medication," she repeated.

"I protected you."

"That wasn't your decision to make."

Vincent's eyes softened, but something deranged gleamed just beneath.

"It became my decision the day they started hurting you. The moment they stopped listening."

Y/N shook her head, overwhelmed. "This isn't normal, Vincent."

"And neither is surviving what you have," he smiled. "Look at me."

She did.

"Has anything I have done ever made you worse?"

"N-No..."

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"No..."

"Have I ever failed you?"

A tear slipped down her cheek.

"N-No."

He wiped the tear away immediately. "There it is. That's all that matters."

Y/N searched his face again, desperate for something familiar and safe...and he gave it to her.

"You're tired." He said, "you're scared. They fill your head with numbers and worse case scenarios, and then expect you to swallow whatever they give you without question."

He kissed her knuckles.

"You don't need them." He whispered, "not when you trust me."

"And what if I get worse?" She asked, her voice barely audible.

"Then I'll know what to do," he assured with a smile.

For some reason, his words frightened her more than anything. But she was too weak to argue. Too tired. Too dependent on her husband.

"Get some rest." He said, helping her settle back down onto the bed. "You can eat after you rest. I'll handle everything."

As Vincent adjusted the blankets on the bed, Y/N felt herself growing tired.

"Vince..?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"You won't let me die, will you?"

He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"No. Not unless I allow it."

[eth3realz]

loser!chloe headcanons

sfw

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe doesn’t know what to do when you cry, not at first anyway. when you first got together she would try to comfort you when the tears began rolling down your cheeks, but ultimately just ended up embarrassing herself. you didn’t think it was embarrassing that she didn’t know what to do, you thought it was sweet that she tried so hard to make you feel okay. chloe on the other hand, she spent the following days mad at herself for not being able to help fully, and at night would sometimes cry because she felt like she wasn’t enough for you. she didn’t tell you about this until you’d been dating for about a year.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe eventually picked up on the little things she did that would cheer you up, and the signs that you were having a bad day after a little while of you being together.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe was always ready to come over to make you feel better, she’d always come with a bag of snacks, your favourite drink, and a list of movies you were going to watch together (that you’d probably end up talking through anyway). you always did the same for her when she was upset.

⊹₊⟡⋆ before you started dating, loser!chloe had the biggest crush on you. she wrote about you in her journal, would daydream about you all day every day (and would blush at the thought of you even talking to her), and if you somehow ran into each other while you were both going about your days? chloe would try to make small talk, but who am i kidding, she was stumbling over every other word and could feel her face getting redder by the second, especially when you would smile at her like that.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe didn’t know how to show her emotions in front of you, so she just didn’t. if she was upset about something, she wouldn’t let herself cry, instead she got angry. not at you. never at you. just at things in general. it stopped her from crying. it built up over time, though. one day it all got too much for her, she was upset, she tried to hide it, but ended up bursting into tears as she was yelling out her feelings.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe melted in your arms as you held her, she let her guard down for the first time, and definitely not the last time. it felt nice to be held. to be reminded that she was loved. to have someone there while she cried. and you were always there.

⊹₊⟡⋆ the first time loser!chloe fell asleep on your chest was sweet. it took her a while to get to sleep since she was wondering if you could feel how fast her heart was racing, or how warm her face had become. but she eventually realised that she could hear your heart, and feel the steady beat against her cheek, and that was all it took to send her to sleep.

~ the first time you fell asleep on her chest, she was even more panicked. every time you stirred, every time she slightly moved, she was worried she had woke you. you were knocked out though. the feeling of one of her shaky hands in your hair, whilst the other rubbed unsure circles on your back, that was enough to keep you in your deep sleep.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe asked you to help her re dye her hair, but spent the whole time sitting there admiring you through the mirror, while you made a slight mess with the dye.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe thought you were joking when you brought up the idea of having matching hair colours. you weren’t. you dyed the underneath of your hair the exact same colour as hers the next day. she didn’t think it was possible to fall more in love with you, but in that moment, she did.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe got so excited about the smallest things. you took her to a new place to hang out that she’d never seen before? she was in pure shock, before giving you the biggest smile and the tightest hug.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe would play video games in front of you, swearing she wasn’t going to rage quit this time (spoiler: she ended up rage quitting).

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe would try to flirt with you, thinking she was flustering you, but the second you’d flirt back, she was a mess.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe was lowkey a nerd about her favourite video games. it was cute. you could listen to her talk about her favourite things for hours.

mostly nsfw

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe tried to be dominant, but as she pleasured you, she slowly realised she was getting off from it too, and when you came, she was right there behind you.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe didn’t let you touch her at first, but it eventually got too much for her pleasuring you and denying she wanted anything in return, she finally gave in. she was more submissive than she wanted to admit. of course she still loved pleasing you too, though.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe always whined and moaned while she was fucking you, whether she was strapping you, or eating you out, her moans were heard alongside yours. and honestly it always turned you on more and made you cum faster.

~ on the rare occasion she wasn’t moaning with you, she would talk you through it, and was so gentle about it.

~ ‘you’re so good for me babe. i’ve got you, you can let it out. i’m so proud of you.’

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe took aftercare very seriously (as she should). she made sure to run you a bath, or if you weren’t in the mood for a bath, she’d use a wet cloth to wipe down your whole body, with a gentleness you’d never experienced before. it made your heart feel like it was going to burst. if you did want a bath, she’d take time washing your hair, massaging the shampoo into every strand, followed by rinsing that out and conditioning the ends. while that would sit, she carefully washed your body and your face, before rinsing the conditioner out.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe picked out your pyjamas carefully, finding the cosiest ones for you and helping you change into them.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe wouldn’t tell you when she was feeling needy, instead she would subtly grind against your thigh as the two of you laid in bed, but it never took you long to notice. you always took care of her when she needed you.

~ you would carefully lay her down, roaming your hands over her body, toying with more sensitive parts to get her even more worked up, before moving right to where she needed you the most. she always got slightly embarrassed when she was being submissive, but you reassured her that she was okay, and that she was so perfect in every single way.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe was already a mess within seconds, leaking all over your fingers and mouth, making a mess on the sheets below you.

⊹₊⟡⋆ you had to keep reminding loser!chloe to keep her hands to herself since she kept trying to grasp at your hands, or trying to touch herself and get more pleasure. you also had to remind her to keep her legs open, as you pushed them back open for what felt like the millionth time. poor girl just couldn’t handle it.

⊹₊⟡⋆ loser!chloe would lay with her head buried in the crook of your neck, and would end up sucking marks where everyone could see them. she wanted everyone to know that you were hers.

⊹₊⟡⋆ when loser!chloe came, she came hard. every time. her eyes would flutter closed, her hands would grasp the sheets so tight you’d think she was about to rip holes into them, her moans would get louder and louder until she was reduced to a whimpering mess when the pleasure became overstimulating.

⊹₊⟡⋆ long story short, maybe chloe seemed like a bit of a loser, but she was your loser, and you thought all her little ‘loser’ like qualities were cute. you wouldn’t want her any different.

a/n: first post on here for chloe, how did i do? i haven't written in a good few months..

(i’m so sunburnt rn it’s not even funny💔)