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rubywithecat · 6 months

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—— Being poccessive ——

Hello! It’s been a while since I write but I am always active here, reading other writers’<3 I am like having a really important academic year which is gonna end in next three months finally! But as I just get to watch new season of jjk I’m like wanting to write so much once again. I hope u guys will enjoy this as well <3 Thanks loves ily^^

T/W: Minors do not interact. Mature content included.

Gojo Satoru: (Jealous type)

He’s always jealous when someone has given u unnecessary attention. Even tho you are talking to your classmate long enough, if it’s a guy, Gojo would act so jelaous about it. He would give silent treatment and is the type to drive his car in speed when he’s mad at you. You would just grab the handle tightly and beg him to speed down. At home, he would be aggressive with you when he’s jealous. He would pushed you to bed and tears your clothes down and kiss you, leaving bite marks all over your neck where it’s seen. And he would fck you (don’t expect to me gentle;) and cum inside you. “Say that you’re mine” he would kiss your lips till it sore to make others realize that you are his only.

Megumi Fushiguro (I don’t care but I actually do care type)

He won’t get jealous in small cases. But if someone show interest in you noticeably, he will give a death glare to them. He would grab your waist tightly, holding you closer. You would tease him if he’s jealous and he would just deny it, feeling embarrassed. If you give him a little kiss on his cheek, he will blush and can’t help but smile. After he made other guy excuse himself, he would hold your hand tightly and walk togther, making everyone knows that you are his and proud about that. He wouldn’t also hesitate to do a huge make out session once u are alone with him, having your lip stains on his cheeks.

Toji Fushiguro (Obey me type)

He wouldn’t straightforward say that but he would look at you with resting face. It’s so scary so u would excuse urself and go to him. “What’s wrong babe” you asked him, giving puppy eyes. He looks down and frowned. He grabs your hips with his big hands and squeezes it, making u a small “ahh” He smirked and whispered. “Tell them that only I can make u feel this good, brat” He would continue to tease u by touching ur sensitive spots and make u moan helplessly. When ur begging so much, he would say like “if you behave next time, I will give what u want. Ok?” U nodded cuz u can’t speak as his hands are chocking ur neck already as he fingers you and then he would take u to somewhere more private, likely to his car and fcks u right there and makes u can’t speak other than his name.

Sukuna Ryomen (You’re dead type)

U are realy dead if he sees u being friendly to a guy he doesn’t have good feeling about with. He would pull your hand and dragged u with him without saying anything. And he would pushed u to the bed when u arrive him and he would start to tease u and turn u on. When u think he’s gonna fck u, and ur waiting for it, being ready. He would laugh and put his clothes on. “Look at u being so needy Awwn” he would say in mocking voice. “Too bad I don’t have a mood right now” he would leave u hanging. Later enough torturing u, not giving what u want, he would make u phone the guy who’s previously flirting with u and make u talk with him about unfinished work interrupted by him earlier and he would fck u aggressively behind, making them hear sounds on purpose. After finishing, he would grab your phone and take the call himself and tell the guy like “I’m sorry kid but only I can fck her like this so don’t ever even fantasize her in ur dream or else I would slice u in pieces. Do u understand?” He then ended the call and tell u like “next round?”, smirking.

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gabigabigabby · 7 months

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least you've got points | l. norris

lando norris x sainz!reader

part one / two / three

the landosainz saga

a/n: p17 to p5 😭😭😭 that's the a/n. also kika is so mother in this, get ready to watch her boss lando and pierre

synopsis: lando gains 12 positions in the mexico grand prix. aka ln4 masterclass

face claim: sophia weber

ynsainzzz

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ynsainzzz ig grid full of lando is kinda too fangirl of me so my fit today !!!! BUT LANDO P17 TO P5 HOW COULD I NOT BE PROUD OF MY POOKIE TODAY 🧡🧡🧡

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landonorris I love you princess 😆😆🧡

ynsainzzz landonorris i luh youuuu

francisca.cgomes LAAAANDOOOOOOO

ynsainzzz francisca.cgomes 😆😆😆

landonorris francisca.cgomes KI KI KI AYEEE

francisca.cgomes could swear i thought u said rookie 😭😭

ynsainzzz francisca.cgomes that's my oscarpiastri 😂

oscarpiastri ynsainzzz proud to be your rookie Y/N 😅

pierregasly Don't really care about seeing Lando on your Insta grid 24/7, just please shut up about stroopwafels

ynsainzzz pierregasly but... but they're good 🥺

landonorris pierregasly are you shaming my girlfriend for having a stroopwafel addiction?! You and me outside Gasman 😡

pierregasly landonorris aight bet you muppet 😡

francisca.cgomes pierregasly landonorris sit down you two 🙄

landonorris francisca.cgomes okay sry Kika 😔

pierregasly francisca.cgomes sorry Kika ):

username francisca.cgomes damn you've got them in a chokehold bestie 😳

francisca.cgomes username 😭😭 god i am not your strongest soldier

username2 i knew you were one of us miss y/n 😆😆

username3 I missed seeing you on your own grid 😭 she really is one of us

ynsainzzz's story

ynsainzzz

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ynsainzzz mexico dump is here!!!! + since you all love when i explain each pic...

1. me in the ferrari garage since mr. carlossainz55 practically dragged me by the ear to come watch him during quali (dw landonorris i was watching you the whole time😉)

2. dinner w carlitos that night. again, dragged me by the ear

3. the amazing amazing mclaren pit crew. srsly i love you guys thank you for all your hard work 🙏🏽

4. landoscar. need i say more

5. me fangirling outside lewis' garage bc yes he's my friend but he is STILL lewis hamilton 😳

6. lewis. i caught a meme of lewis. am i lucky or am i lucky

tagged: scuderiaferrari, carlossainz55, mclaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri, mercedesamgf1, lewishamilton

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landonorris Baby I live for your dumps. And I mean every kind of dump.

ynsainzzz landonorris wow you really love me

landonorris ynsainzzz word. take that Y/N's exes

ynsainzzz landonorris okay yeah don't do that.

carlossainz55 I did not drag you by the ear, stop being so dramatic. Can't a brother just feel like having his sister's support right then and there for a while?

ynsainzzz carlossainz55 okay big man, no need to write a whole ass essay in my comments 💀

carlossainz55 Also I paid for dinner stop whining

ynsainzzz carlossainz55 obviously, you know i'd never go on a sibling date with you if you're not paying

francisca.cgomes ynsainzzz that's a W sister right there

carlosainz55 francisca.cgomes come on Kika, on my side for once

francisca.cgomes carlossainz55 nah. the y/n side is the better side. sry carlos

lewishamilton Did me dirty in the last pic Y/N 😅 you promised you wouldn't post it tho

ynsainzzz lewishamilton sorry lew it's too funny not to!!! 💜

pierregasly It's nice to see red on your grid ❤️

ynsainzzz pierregasly leave me alone im still mad at your stroopwafel comment

pierregasly ynsainzzz come on Y/N, I already said sorry 😭😭 come on I'll buy you all the stroopwafels you want and I'll never say another word about it ever

carlandoooo ynsainzzz if it's any consolation, i love your obsession with stroopwafels Y/N

ynsainzzz carlandoooo you're my best friend. i'll tell kika to add you in the grp chat

carlandoooo ynsainzzz love you 😘 see pierregasly it's not hard to embrace the stroop

francisca.cgomes carlandoooo on god

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toxicanonymity · 11 months

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a day in the filth

2.7k | brat tamer!joel x f!reader | master

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He puts the phone down and the screen shows his office ceiling while you hear his belt unfasten and his zipper. You’re weak from overstimulation . . .when he picks the phone up again, his face is twisted with need.

SUMMARY: ONE SHOT. NO plot. NO character dev. Just 24 hours of being ruined by Joel in multiple ways and holes. Filth from the first sentence to the last. Asks/Anons: plugging, IRL Joel, dad's worst enemy. Can stand alone but I pictured daddy!Joel.

WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap (legal), grumpy brat tamer joel, use of “daddy,” use of pet names, breeding, unsafe P in V, vaginal plugging, toy, overstimulation, crying, a little anal, semi-public and public masturbation, he's a little rough, mean, nasty, lots of degradation, including stretching and breeding related & more, tries to make you eat your veggies. taking creative liberties with toys and ruination. another possibly ridic line sry. NO USE OF Y/N.

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Joel’s hips slam into you one last time in the mating press and you moan his name as he begins to pulse inside. The rhythmic swell of his cock against your walls sets off aftershocks and you whimper. He sighs, “There ya go, baby” and finishes emptying himself as deep into you as possible. Then he grabs your chin in his hand. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

It's almost bedtime, and you can barely keep your eyes open. He puts two pillows under your ass then carefully pulls out. “How long do I have to stay like this” you ask, wanting to curl up and go to sleep.

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

He glares at you. “What do you think my answer is?”

“Until you say.”

“That’s right. But ya know what? Do what ya want tonight. I’m goin’ out.”

“Without me?”

"Too many men." He tucks himself into his boxers and begins to pull up his pants. "least now you won't be lyin' around cryin' for my cock the whole time."

He doesn’t say another word. He gets ready and leaves. He comes back later and puts a black bag in the nightstand before he takes off his clothes and gets in bed.

“Are you mad?” you ask, surprised he's not fucking you again.

“Just tired.”

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In the morning, you wake up to the sound of Joel rummaging in the bag in his nightstand. You think maybe he’s gonna use a new toy on you, but when he gets between your legs, he isn’t holding anything. He scoots you to the edge of the bed, up near the pillows and nightstand.

He stands facing the bed, then dips his knees enough to hover over your stomach and lets his massive morning wood hang heavily onto your mound. He backs up an inch and it grazes your clit. He kneels on the floor between your legs and kisses your cunt, massaging your breasts until you're dripping wet. Then he gets up, braces an arm on the bed, notches his tip at your entrance, and shoves into you with a sigh. "Mornin', baby," he says as your bodies are flush.

"Morning, Daddy." You wrap your legs around him and he pounds you, grunting and sighing. He's in a better mood this morning, and he's fucking you good. You wonder what he did last night but know better than to ask. He buries his length in you completely each time. You writhe and moan under him. He latches onto your neck, bottoms out, and grinds against you with small movements, moaning "Mmmm" into your skin.

"Give it to me baby," he says into your neck. “Choke it and I’ll fill ya up.” He backs up, thrusts into you hard, and you see stars, clenching around him. He takes your thighs in his hands, holding them up as he continues to fuck you through your climax. With your walls hugging and spasming around his wood, he sighs loudly and lets himself come, slightly lifting your hips off the bed as he fills you up.

Without pulling out, Joel reaches into the nightstand. He unsnaps a bottle of lube and returns with a bulbous silicone toy, glistening at one end. “Gonna plug you up now.”

He slowly pulls out, careful not to spill any cum. When some trickles out, he pushes it back in with his cock then resumes his gradual exit. As soon as he’s out, you feel the cool silicone tip at your entrance then he pushes it into you. You feel full, but not as full as his cock.

"Too easy,” he mutters. “Hope it’s big enough to stay..” Your face burns. “got ya all stretched out.” He’s getting you horny again already. “Shoulda gotten the big daddy size, huh?” He tucks his cock into his boxers. "Forgot how bad I ruin ya."

He rolls you over and smacks your ass. “you’re gonna keep that inside.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“If it leaks, you lemme know, babydoll.”

“I will. How long do I. . ." You change your mind and trail off.

“God damnit. How long am I gonna say, baby?”

“Until you say”

“‘til I take it out myself.”

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Joel leaves for work. You go downstairs to have breakfast and watch tv. In certain positions, the plug nudges your g-spot and drives you crazy. You want to do some reading, but It’s impossible to concentrate on anything.

You impulsively text him, “Can I please take it out? I’ll lie down instead” then think better of it and immediately unsend the message.

Joel responds, “What did you unsend you brat.”

"Nothing. Miss u"

“You leaking? Put some panties on and keep your snail trail off my sofa.”

“No”

“Then what is it”

You don’t answer. You lie down on the sofa, sleepy enough to take a nap already. He says “?” then, “Last chance.”

A few seconds later, the plug vibrates violently inside you, jolting you up with your chest pounding.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper. You sit there not doing anything at all, just breathing, thinking about Joel, and soon enough it has you on the edge. You lick your fingers, lay back, and bring your hand to your clit and rub yourself for relief. “Oh god,” you whisper to no one, then you come. But the toy doesn’t turn off.

You whine with the overstimulation then get a video call from Joel.

He’s in his corner office with his glasses on.

“Please, daddy, I already came.”

His voice is quiet but stern. “You’re gonna come again while I watch. you best get to rubbin’ that pretty little clit.”

You reach between your legs and rub yourself until you’re writhing on the sofa whimpering as you come again. The vibration continues. Your eyes pinch shut.

You open your eyes and can still only see Joel from the chest up. But his arm is slowly moving off screen and his hand must be in his lap. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He puts the phone down and the screen shows his office ceiling for a minute and you hear his belt unfasten and his zipper. You’re weak from overstimulation as the vibrator keeps on. You hear the squirt of lotion into his hand, then he picks the phone up again and his face is twisted with need. His mouth hangs open as he strokes himself and watches you whimper on the sofa. You’re nearly crying at this point but you know you can’t put the phone down.

“C’mon, you can do it,” he says. “You’re doin’ so good, baby, Look so hot.” You sit in a position that lets it touch your g-spot and soon you're in tears. “That’s it, baby.” The orgasm seizes your body and you moan loudly. “Good girl,” he pants. “Gooood girl.” You can hear the squish of his hand around his cock.

“One more for daddy,” he breathes. “real quick.” He does something on his phone and the vibration intensifies. You whimper.

You take a deep breath and nod, then wince as you touch yourself again.

“Oh god baby,” he sighs, “you’re bein’ such a–ohhh—such a good girl for daddy.”

“Just for you, daddy,” You whimper.

“Yeahh,” he pants, “you’re a hot little slut—ohh, oh god—but just for daddy”

You nod tearfully.

He sighs. “Such a good girl.”

Your body begins to jerk and contract again and as soon as you moan his name, Joel puts his phone down and sighs, “Ah, fuck, ah–oh god-” off screen you can hear him grab a tissue and softy groan, “ohhh, oh yeah.” Then he picks the phone back up and looks at you affectionately.

There’s a knock at his office door, and you hang up. But the vibrator keeps going for several minutes and you feel like you’re almost gonna be sick.

When it stops, you get a text. “Did you hang up on me you brat”

“Sorry, I got scared,” you respond.

He doesn’t say anything.

You get dressed and start to do some things around the house.

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Around noon, he texts you "get upstairs. Now." Five minutes later, Joel’s truck pulls into the driveway. When you look out the bedroom window, his tie is already loosened and his sleeves are rolled up. He reaches for his belt as he quickly walks to the door.

He comes up the stairs two at a time. You’re sitting on the bed when he gruffly asks, “Why are your clothes on?” He tears off your pants and panties as you remove your shirt and bra. You can’t wait to take the plug out.

He puts his phone and keys on the nightstand and flips you over face down on the edge of the bed where you were this morning.

“Don’t you ever hang up on me,” he warns as he pushes your head into the bed.

“I didn't want you to get in trouble.”

“”I'm the boss, I don't get in trouble.”

“Ok.”

“Who’s the boss?”

“You are, daddy. im sorry”

“That’s right.”

You tilt your hips for him and he runs his thumb over the end of the plug. “Good girl,” he says. He kneels down and gives it a kiss, then trails his tongue up to your asshole. He spreads your cheeks with both hands and twirls his tongue around it before pressing it hard against your tight little hole and sucking. He lets it go with a kiss.

He holds you down with one arm as he lubes his fingers and his cock.

"I want it in the front,” you protest.

"I know ya do, angel. Would ya rather get nothin'?"

"No."

"Then you’re gonna take what daddy gives ya." He teases your asshole with one cold, wet finger. "n' you're gonna take it where I put it." He inches his finger into you. He slowly pushes in and out and rotates his finger. "Relax, baby." With some more massaging, you begin to relax. He rotates his finger to face the floor.

"Good girl." He gradually adds another finger, both of them facing down. He slides them in and out and curls them toward your cunt. You feel even more full with the pressure on the plug.

"Yeah, you're plugged real good, I can feel it."

He leans one knee on the edge of the bed and reaches under your chest to grope a breast.

He wiggles his fingers inside you, making more room before continuing to fuck you with them.

Then he slides his fingers out. He wipes his hand on a tissue and gets more lube, then his wet cock nudges your back door. He takes hold of your hips and pushes the tip into you. You gasp as the crown breaches your asshole entirely. "Daddy," you whimper.

“Relax, baby. That was the biggest part, ‘member?”

He pushes further and you gasp again. You’ve never felt as full as you are with your cunt plugged up and Joel's massive cock in your ass. He pushes to the hilt with a low sigh. He slowly backs up, then pushes in again. The next time he retreats, he grabs your hips and slams into you. "Yeah," he sighs. It's not what you wanted but it sure as hell feels good.

He fucks you for a minute, filling your ass to the brim, a fullness you've truly never felt before. "oh yeah, this hole's still tight," he pants. He slows down his speed but doesn't hold back on power. He lifts an ass cheek and drops it to watch it jiggle. "god damn, you got a nice ass, baby." He grunts as he buries his length between your plush cheeks, and you begin to moan less restrained.

He picks up his phone then the vibration roars to life, shaking your core and massaging his cock through your wall.

"Oh, fuck," Joel shudders. He backs up, slams into you, bottoming out, then spits on his clean hand and reaches around to touch your clit. "Ohh, daddy," you whimper and start to come almost instantly. Your convulsions around him are too much for Joel to bear.

He slams into you again and pulses massively into your guts. "Ohhh, baby." He slaps your ass then kneads it as he finishes coming.

Mercifully, he stops the vibrator. You roll over and say, "I wish it could be you in both holes."

He laughs and pinches your cheek. "Me too, baby."

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That night you go out to dinner, still plugged up.

You order just Mac and cheese.

"Would you eat a real fuckin meal for once?"

"I'm not that hungry"

"At least get a vegetable, too."

"I don't want one"

"Your dad never made you eat'em, did he? Useless prick. You need some goddamn nutrients" Joel scoffs.

"Why do you care so much?"

He lowers his voice. "Your body can't do what I want if it's starving for nutrients"

"I can do whatever you-"

"I'm talkin' 'bout your womb, you dumb slut." This is hogwash and you know it, but it's kind of cute. It's only been a week. You don't want vegetables, though.

"Daddyyy" You whine.

He lowers his voice. "What'd I tell you about callin' me that in public? Hmm? Only when I say it first."

"Daddy you fucked me so good this morning."

He takes a deep breath in through his nose and looks around.

He gets out his phone and turns the vibrator on, looking to humiliate you. Your body jolts but you whimper "Oh, Daddy."

He turns up the intensity all the way and you gasp "oh fuck."

You can't sit still. You cover your mouth and whimper. You squirm in your seat. Stretching back, trying to get it away from your g-spot. You reach between your legs.

"Don't you dare," he says sternly and turns it off. He asks for the food to go and adds a side of broccoli.

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When you get home, he brings another black bag in from the car and sets it on the nightstand. He rustles around with it while you take off your clothes. Then he puts you on the bed face up. He unbuttons and unzips his slacks and pulls the waistband of his boxers down under his cock.

"Let's see how ya did." He hikes up your dress, takes off your panties.

First the looks at the panties and says "fuck, you were leakin' all over the place." Then he tosses them aside, slowly pulls out the plug, and brings it to your mouth.

"Open wide," he says. "Hold this."

He sticks the plug in your mouth, covered in the combined froth of your juices and the effects of the vibration. It's salty, sits awkwardly in your mouth and sticks out.

You feel his spend from the morning beginning to trickle out of you. He swipes his fingers through it, gets down on his knees and pushes it back in. When he pushes his two fingers into you he groans "god damn," and adds a third right away. "Oh baby, you're so stretched out," he marvels as he carefully removes his fingers, trying not to let any more cum spill out. "God damn, I thought I ruined ya before."

His talk is making you throb and squirm. "Guess that's what happens," he sighs. "fuck ya open real good then plug it up so it stays."

"Gimme that, we're gonna need a bigger plug." He holds out his hand under your mouth and you let the toy drop into his hand. He tosses it to the side.

"Shoulda known. Take this cock too good for a Small." Now he’s just turning himself on. He lubes his hand and starts stroking himself.

You egg him on, protesting, "You always say I'm tight."

He laughs. "Maybe for this cock." He slowly strokes himself. "But trust me, baby. You're ruined for anyone else."

He lines himself up, then pushes his cock into you, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. "God damn, baby." He pounds you harder than usual. "Guess you can take it even better now, can't ya?"

"Yeah, Daddy"

"So wet too, just drippin' for me."

"Feels so good," you sigh.

Joel slams into you then moves his cock inside you in a swirling motion. "God damn," he sighs. "Gonna be so loose when I'm through with ya." He swirls his hips again. "baby'll slide right out at this rate."

He slams into you and rotates his hips again, grinding against your clit. Your back arches and you whimper "ruin me, daddy." He keeps railing you hard.

"Yeah," he pants. "Good girl."

You moan as you contract around him.

"Now I feel ya," he says. "Couldn't feel shit before."

He plunges into you one more time and erupts, pulsing massively, gushing into his previous load, replacing what was lost.

He leans over you as he finishes coming, holding your legs up. He takes a new, bigger plug out from the black bag, then he carefully pulls out his cock.

He pushes the plug into you without lube this time and it slides right in. "god damn," he marvels. "shoulda got the Large, too."

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sundays-wing-piercing · 14 days

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Hello there! I've been reading through your works and i love how you write Sunday!!

If your requests are open, I wanted to ask something that takes place at the end of the 2.2 quest so if you haven't done it yet, no worries, you can just ignore this ask!

But if you have played through it… I started thinking about nameless! reader on that stage of the theatre, you know the one where MC and Sunday (who's in that gigantic robot) have that exchange "why does life slumber?" "Because… someday… we'll all wake up from our dreams!" "😮") and then the robot with Sunday inside starts falling off the suspended stage etc.

So, I started thinking about nameless! reader starting to weep, while the everyone else (I think it was the full express crew?) is still on that stage, because of everything that happened. Like sure everyone was exhausted and all that unfolded so far probably took a toll on them, so breaking down after everything is done is normal but for reader there's also something else as they see Sunday fall down (I guess figuratively, too) and regain lucidity after the madness he went through (partially related, but i read someone saying that Sunday ended up being controlled by Ena the Order just like how it happened eras ago before her fall and people exulted that she finally fell and the controlling order was no more).

Omg I'm sorry for the long ask 😅 if you even just read through it I'll be happy. Have a wonderful dayyy

Thank you for the ask!! Also, nuh uh don't apologize for yapping im a long text lover this made my day (stay yapping pooks) also out of topic but I love the way you described the last cutscene

Alright im sorry if I interpret this wrong but I think it's obvious the cause would be a feeling of empathy. So first maybe you're someone who's view is similar to that of Robin in which no matter how low a point gets as long as you're alive you'll still be able to get back up and be better. I hope I phrased it right but basically it's hopeful. Even after seeing this guy through his peak madness, his lowest point, something in you hopes for him to get a good ending. For the siblings to finally fly together and thus seeing him just fall like that, basically him giving up and accepting that he'll never be any better than this, you can't help but feel sad for this guy.

Not to mention the fact that after the whole grand theatre incident, Sunday was not only wanted but also missing (if I remember correctly, sry if im wrong) and you can't help but feel even worse as you see Robin desperate to get any info on his wellbeing. How even after all that, the siblings are yet again grieving. Their dream still far from their reach. The thought alone clouds your brain with nothing but sorrow as you cried for them.

Option two is something I thought about more is imagine you absolutely resonating with him. As he goes on with ideology and beliefs ("Everyday should be Sunday" -Sunday Oak) no matter how dehumanizing or flat out baffling they may be a small part of you agrees with him because you yourself have been in that situation, you once believed in the things he's saying, you were once in his position. But unlike Sunday, you've grown to take on a better mindset. Maybe your journeys as a nameless has helped you become a better person. Not immediately but that's alright, in the end you've made way bigger of a progress from what you started out as.

It's mostly the same as the first but this time it hits harder because it's not some baseless optimism. You yourself are a living proof of it. You can't help but feel guilty. But why? Just the sole fact that you both experienced a similar misery but ended with two endings that are opposite to one another makes you feel sorta crappy for simply being happy.

Both end with you praying to whichever Aeon hears your pleas as you wish mercy upon a fallen angel.

#Slowly starting to answer ask again pls let me take my time #No proofread so sry if its shitty #ai rants #hsr sunday #sunday hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail sunday

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for not playing piano in front of my family?

Well it's a silly one but every time it happens I feel more and more like the asshole.

My mom is a musician teacher and she played the piano professionally since she was a child. She grew up in a strict country with strict parents so I guess this is the only way she knew how to act.

Idk if she wanted me to be a famous pianist or something but she forced me and my bro to learn it since we were 3 or 4 or something.

I hated it. I hated it so much. It was always difficult and classical musics. She would always make us cry because she got really angry when we made mistakes (not like hitting angry just shouting angry).

As years passed by, she realized the justification of "you'll thank me in the future" was not worth it for us or for her (the classes gave her a lot of stress also at the time).

Honestly, I do thank her. I realized that I love to sing and have a really good voice if I may say, and I can use the piano to accompany me or I am good enough to learn musics I want to play by myself with all that I learned from her.

Now I'm an adult and I'm currently doing a major in something else but I think I'll never stop singing. My family loves it and loves music and I love to be on stage or sing to others so it's been a win win situation for little less than a decade.

Sry for the long post that was the context.

Ok I have a piano in my living room of the apartment I have with my parents and bro

I really like to play it while singing in a discord music server. But I can only do it when I'm alone at home.

Idk why but everytime I play the piano and my mom is near me watching I start getting anxious and just refuse to play in front of her.

This kinda extended to the rest of the family at home recently.

Like singing I can do whenever but the playing piano part is a no no. And honestly I feel like such an asshole.

My mom doesn't say anything nor the rest of my family. But they try to give me space when I'm playing by entering the apartment quickly and going to their rooms to leave me by myself for how long I'd like. But for me everything is already ruined(?) and I just go to my room after a few minutes.

They try to encourage me saying that they will go to their rooms and that I can relax and I feel bad that I'm kinda guilting them into messing up the music or stoping me from having fun just because they are around

It happened again today and I'm so mad at myself. It only happens specifically when I'm playing piano on a discord call. For the rest I'm fine with it. I can play if my mom or my bro asks, or by myself. But I love doing singing calls so all the time I use the piano in the living room is for this.

Like, I can see that the classes affected me a bit. But cmon, it's been years now, I'm a freaking adult. It's been so long that I feel that Im just being an asshole at this point

Am I being the asshole for not playing the piano when my family is at home?

Also, writing this ask made me a bit mad at myself again so I'm thinking of doing a discord call test while my mom is at the living room and try to get used to it. If this gets posted I'll tell how it went.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lovesickbtch · 10 months

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Itoshi Rin x fem!reader

Warnings : NSFW, SMUT AHEAD Intercourse (obv), Degrading, Denial, Squirting, I think thats it lmk if there are more.

Idk why I stopped posting but I just finished Reading and watching blue lock so I had to do smth about my bae rin 🤭

Kinda rushed sry

It started with dumb harmless comebacks to how you didn't need him to pleasure you. Obviously you were joking, for once it was nice being able to fluster and annoy Rin. Only at that moment though, now it wasnt much of a joke to you, but to him.

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"What's wrong princess? Y'know what you're doing."

You were sat up on his dick, so clueless as to what to do. He was slightly sat up against the bed frame, still a bit lower than you. You whined trying to move up and down, only edging yourself more. You felt yourself slowing down your movement.

"Need help Rin, I can't"

He found you so cute, and it only fed his ego by the way you tried to ask him for help. He loved the way you cried and twitched on him too. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to let you off easily. Especially with how you let your mouth get the better of you earlier today. He could've made you suck him off with that bratty mouth of yours till you couldn't anymore, but he found this more amusing.

"You're all talk aren't you? Can't even do it yourself." He scoffed almost rolling his eyes in annoyance.

He used his hands to rock your hips against him. Making your body flow back to its original pace. You felt your high building up, he did too. Your insides had squeezed around him and cute high pitched mewls started leaving your mouth.

Soon they turned into full moans, he really knew just how to play with you.

He slowed down his movements, dragging the desparing feeling across your body. You let out a whine of frustration and you glared at him angrily. He clicked his tounge in response. He could look down on you even if you were above him.

"What a bimbo, you really think it was that easy? My cock must've made you dumb huh?"

"Rin pl-"

"Ride it Y/n, hurry up I don't have all day"

His eyelids lowered, almost as if he was mad at me. I felt stuck in the same spot, unable to replicate the feeling. It felt more and more frustrating as he just stared at me with no empathy in his eyes.

"M' sorry Rin...."

You forgot why you apologized but it just felt right. You looked at him with tears threatning to spill from your doe eyes.

He didn't know why he felt bad for you. He looked at your flushed cheeks and wet eyelashes. His gaze then lowered from your teary eyes to where you were sitting. It was sticky and wet, he didn't know if he could hold back any longer.

"Shit-" He cursed under his breath, he was getting more impatient feeling the heat emiting from your pussy.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before moving his hands down to guide you. Its like he predicted where it felt best, hitting the same spot.

"Keep moving" He demanded

He slowly moved his hands off and rubbed your sticky clit from under you. His other hand gathered your slick using his ring and index finger.

You let out a loud moan, which became interrupted as he stuck two wet fingers in your mouth. It felt even better than how it felt before. You couldn't help but whimper with his fingers toying your body as you helplessly grinded against him.

You felt your orgasm approaching again, except it felt so much more intense. You held tightly onto Rin's wrist that was circling your clit. However he didnt budge, going the exact same speed that he was before. You felt your eyes rolling back as far as they could go.

You kept grinding on him till you came all over his abdomen. Your liquids spraying hard down his thighs. He watches you come down from your orgasm with a smirk. His hand under you slowly drags upwards before giving your clit a harsh slap.

"Ouch" You whine.

"Get on all fours"

"Wha-"

"I'm not done"

#rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi smut #itoshi rin smut #bllk #blue lock smut #bllk smut #bllk x reader

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criticsstuff · 1 year

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Counting the seconds (Series)

Addison Montgomery x freader

Chapter 1: seconds

Words: 1444

Summary: Back in Seattle you’re not just dealing with a tumour, you met a amazing woman that is eventually going to change your life.

Warnings: in this chapter none but swearing, later I promise you smut, angst, cheating and more.

Updates: Weekly

A/n: This is my first fanfic and English is not my first language. I’m sry if something isn’t perfect. Anyway my first project will be a series obviously. I just thought I’m going to start with something big. And I’m open for requests ;)

Navigation Part2 Part 3 Part4

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Rain pooling down the drained window like the tears you kept in, now freely falling. Too long you were standing there, just staring at the wall, the floor, the ceiling. Funny isn’t it ? How fast time can run, chasing the long gone minutes.

Shit, I don’t wanna be late- you thought. You grabbed the few things you haven’t packed jet and stumbled out the door.Your flight to Seattle in 2 hours is leaving your throat dry. But to be totally honest you’re excited to see them again. Mer and Arizona were pushing you to visit them again. Yeah, anyway now you’re the one pushing with a tumour housing in your brain.

Lifting your large luggage off the ground and on the treadmill, to finally get checked in, is the last thing you do before you sit on the plane and lay your safety belt on. 6 hours feel long, so high above the ground. You’re not willing to stay awake the whole flight, so you shut your eyes, slowly drifting off as you hear the soft humming of the plane getting quieter.

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After being undisturbed for almost the whole flight you finally wake up. The tall, slightly scary looking man sitting next to you, wasn’t too thrilled by the crying toddler a few seats ahead and decided to murmur and huff complaints in his beard. You use the left time to think about Seattle, to be more concrete you think about the people in Seattle, your people.

You haven’t seen them too often, after Derek died. It just hadn’t felt right to come and visit, you should’ve, now that you think about it. The distance being so short, makes you miss them even more. But this time you visit not just as a friend, you’re a patient. The word never scared you -patient- it sounds so small. Now you’re the patient and it scares the hell out of you. Why?

The plane is about to land and you’re about to see your friends. Stepping of the plane, you lift your head and take a deep breath , inhaling the fresh air seeping trough your lungs. It feels okay to be back, maybe even great.

You pick up your luggage and leave the airport to get a taxi. You already talked to Meredith about your visit and she gladly offered you to crash at her house. Not wanting to spend your first day back in some random hotel, you accepted thankful .

The ride was calm and you thought about ways to don’t make the reunion awkward. You couldn’t blame Mer to be mad. You just left and barely even called. As the taxi neared the location you couldn’t shake off the nervousness climbing up your throat. Too long you were gone, too long you missed mer.

You paid the taxi driver and left the car, headed to her front door, gulping down a not exisiting knot. You counted the steps you made and took one last long breath before you knocked. It didn’t took long for the blonde women to walk down the stairs, straight to the door.

She looked at you, she nearly stabbed you with her sharp stare. Probably you would’ve end up running if she hadn’t stopped looking at you like that . Instead of the nearly cold stare she offered you one of her smiles. „Well, look who decided to actually visit.“ she grinned at you, taking your wrists pulling you in a warm embrace. „I missed you.“ you murmured in her hair hugging her even tighter.

„No need to strangle me!“ she laughed pushing you inside. „You can have your old room back.“ she said practically dragging you and your luggage up the stairs. You missed this. You couldn’t wait to see the others. „I will probably spend the whole time in the hospital.“ you mentioned tapping on your head. To point out the thing with the tumour chilling in your brain.

„Yeah, probably.“ she whispered turning around to look at you. You just looked at each other sharing unspoken words. You were both scared, even if you wouldn’t say it out loud. You shake your head trying to throw the odd feeling away.

„Anyway, today is the day. So hospital is my next stop, do you mind coming with me later?“ you asked trying to lighten the mood. „Of course, I have a shift later so it’s perfect. How about we two catch up ?“ she ask throwing herself on your bed. You smiled, laying next to her.

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There you were, walking trough the hallways of the grey Sloan memorial hospital, with Mer on your left and Arizona on your right side. In every step you made, laid fear. Would you walk out again? Would you survive? You were promised on of the greatest neurosurgeons, one that ist going to help you. And hopefully save you.

„Here we are. You can settle in and Dr. Shepherd will be here in a bit.“ Arizona told you smiling. „Thank you, see you two later.“ you said reaching your bed and laying your stuff on it. They walked out, looking happy to have you again, even as a patient.

You took your clothes and put them in your wardrobe, feeling kinda weird. Obviously you aren’t used to live in a hospital. Finished with organizing your things you sat on the bed, staring at your hands. Damm it, why would you of all people get a tumour?

Clicking heels break your thoughts, urging you to look up. A woman with dark long hair walked in, smiling , with a nervous looking man by her side. “Hello there. Deluca would you mind presenting?”she questioned even if it wasn’t a question. “But make it simple.” you said, not wanting to hear more than needed.

He nodded “ 28, female, with a tumour in her head. Here for a final removal of the tumour.” presented the young man fast, holding your chart in his hands. “So Y/N the plan is that I will observe your tumour over the next couple of days. We will make daily tests to make sure we don’t miss anything and after that you can say your final goodbyes to the tumour.“ Dr Shepherd told you looking at the charts.

„Sounds good“ you said trying to smile not really happy with your long stay at the hospital. „Can you change, I would like to do a Ct.“ she added, looking at you with kind eyes.

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After spending two days in the hospital, you got bored staying in your room all day. Deciding to stop sulking around you got up and found things to do. Currently walking down the hallway with Mer, to kill your boredom, you saw her.

Orange locks effortlessly laying on her shoulders, confidence laying in her step as she made her way towards you. Addison Montgomery, yeah you knew her. Well you never really talked but, the beautiful woman was well known across your friends. You stopped, not daring to come one step near her. So as she stopped in front of you and Mer, piercing right trough you with her daring eyes, she knocked your breath right out of you.

„Hey, Addison“ Mer smiled at her. But Addison was still looking at you tilting her head with a curious smile. „And you are?“ she questioned. You couldn’t stop looking at her, she was literally perfect. She raised her eyebrows, wondering why you wouldn’t answer. „That’s Y/N, you might have seen her before. She is a really good friend of mine.“ Meredith answered for you, chuckling at your loss of words. At that you took your self together trying to get at least one word out, not wanting to look like a complete fool. „What she said.“ you said looking anywhere but at her.

Addison smiled clearly amused by the strange behaviour you showed. „What are you two up to?“ she asked still smiling, lifting her hand to push a strand of hair out of her face. „Walking.“ was all you said trying to find a way to leave this conversation as fast as possible. „Yeah, I see that.” she remarked holding her laughter back. „Y/n here, is bored so she forced me to go on a hospital walk with her.” Mer mentioned looking at you, acting annoyed to tease you. „How about you go on walk with Y/n ? I’m sure she wants to get to know you.” she asked Addison, clearly trying to kill you.

Before anyone could say a word, you turned around. „You know what, I forgot I’m pretty busy dealing with my tumour. I have to go!” you announced, already running of. Leaving the two women stunned behind.

#Addison #Montgomery #addison montgomery #women #gay #grey’s anatomy #arizona #series #w|w #meredith grey #smut #Addison x Reader #addison montgomery x reader #Grey’s anatomy images #Grey’s Anatomy x Reader #female reader

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valberryelixier · 1 year

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Mad for you

Dottore thought that no one could outrank him in his insanity and experiments but you proved him wrong.

( random fic bcs i want to feel smart 💜💜 and dottore supremacy always )

AND SRY IF ITS OOC IDK HOW TO WRITE DOTTORE- HIS PERSONALITY IS JUST 😍 AND LIKE HIS CONFIDENCE- SMT ILL NEVER HAVE 😃😃

How would he even begin? You were certainly a unique specimen in his eyes. He watched you in your akademiya days, creating life out of inanimate objects, even harnessing the power of the abyss unaffected.

What were you? A god?

He despised you. He despised the way everyone liked you, or maybe it was respect or even fear but the power you held over the akademiya, pulling strings in the background and eradicating anyone who opposed you with ease and secrecy, you were unbeatable.

How could someone have everything? Charm, intellect and even beauty. Her personality was of course just a facade to hide her true nature, he thought.

He knew you werent the persoj you created ik public when he saw you perfectly executed and picked apart living beings so casually. Even humming along to a tune he'll never forget.

Dottore thought you were the epitome of perfection, so he didn't understand your goal which was to create the perfect human, one that could surpass gods in all manners. Why would you need to when you exist?

When he was expelled from the akademiya, he hated how you werent just because more people liked you. It hurt his ego, how someone else was "better" than him.

Years past and your impression had left a permanent mark on him, he wished to see you again. He was longing for an interaction with you no matter how brief or frivolous. You were never even close in the akademiya besides being lab partners.

So what was this feeling?

A weakness, he thought

He could not afford to feel these things but he knew even in the deepest trench of his cold unfeeling heart he could never harm you. You were far too important.

"Lord Dottore, a guest from afar is here to see you"

You found him before he found you

"Hm? Bring her in" he knew who it was, but your intentions remained a mystery.

You entered his office, full of test tubes and papers. Some jars filled with "specimens" and a bright blue vial. It was neater than you expected.

"To what do i owe the pleasure y/n" his voice sounding hoarse yet amused

" i'll keep it brief, i want a collaboration, us as equal partners. Im sure you'd be interested in this and besides you're the most suitable person for this experiment."

He looked at you, just stared at you for a while like he was trying to read through you. But what you didn't know was that he would oblige, no matter what experiment it was. It wasnt the research he was interested in, it was you.

But he tried to hide his true emotions so he laughed, his usual maniacal laugh, one that was proven to be deathly to others but not you. "And what exactly makes you think i'd be interested?"

" because we could surpass gods, with my finding. Create a world of our own full of humans that will obey our every command "

He lifted his eyebrows, he truly was interested now, not only you but your finrings too. He understood the meaning laced in your words. He understood that he had to betray the tsaritsa but that was an easy choice, it was his plan anyways.

But his ego wouldnt ever let him give in that easily. He stepped around his desk and leaned towards you with his condescending smile.

"Hm? From what i understand, id be losing a lot from this collaboration, so if you want my help, beg for it"

You weren't one to beg, you had too much pride to go down on your knees and beg him just to satisfy his ego. So you went to your last resort.

You lunged towards him in hoped of immobilizing him to have him in your mercy instead of the opposite. But he was far quicker and stronger than you, using his sword to clash yours in such power that it pushed you to the nearest wall.

" such a pity, you used to be far more powerful i suppose sentiments really are a weakness "

Whatever you felt certainly wasn't right, how could you feel so aroused when your life was on the line. Maybe it was the fact that you knew he would do no harm to you but that's never a certainty. Dottore is a really unpredictable man.

So unpredictable that you didnt realize he leaned in, hie lips touching yours, biting your lips and his hands pressed both sides of your cheeks, to let his tounge in. But why did you kiss him back?

It lasted longer than you would like to admit and as he released you from his grip he smirked, that insolent smirk. He kicked your legs apart and you lost your balance, falling to the ground, On your knees as you stared up at him.

"My my~ what a sight to behold. Such a powerful mind bowing down to me. I suppose i'll consider your offer afterall"

#dottore #genshin impact fanfics #genshin smut #dottore smut #dottore fluff #dottore x reader #dottore x reader smut #genshin fluff #fatui x reader

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httpshujii · 9 months

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GETO SUGURU + LITTLE DARK AGE FOR THE EVENT PLEASE

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐞 彡 In which . . . Geto is (not) trying.

〔CW〕 — Mentions of k!lling ppl, slight spoilers (?), crying, angst if you squint (?)◬

〔AN〕 — Pretty sure i shed a tear here but no one cares |･ω･) This took me SO long bcs it was pretty tricky, but I just went with the flow. IM SO SRY IF THIS IS BAD WEDNESDAYY

Suguru Geto was blinded by the will to destroy every non sorcerer out there. Spending long hours killing and killing and killing again.

And as much as he loves it, he never misses that pang of guilt every time your eyes meet his.

You're not a sorcerer. And Geto has wanted to kill you countless times already.

And he would've if he wasn't absolutely infatuated with you.

And you were just as infatuated, but that doesn't mean you ever warmed up to his idea of killing every normal person out there, you think it's selfish and childish despite his regular mature and polite behavior.

Countless arguments until you didn't want to see him for a while.

It's been a month.

And he hasn't left his home for that whole month.

Thinking of you, day and night, trying to muster up the courage to call you and see what you're up to.

It was one night when he called you.

It was late.

"Hello?"

His breath hitches in his throat, a stone holding down the words he wishes to say. Your voice, so soft, so sleepy and dazed, as if you just woke up from the first stage of slumber.

Come back to me, he wants to demand. He's zoned out, the only image in his head is you.

"Helloooo," you drag like a little girl, he holds back a chuckle before finally answering.

"Hey y/n...i-it's me, suguru."

He can hear your breath hold for a good second, a small sigh, and finally,

"What do you want?"

The question isn't rough or smooth, not angry or happy, not dark or bright.

Just a simple question, spoken with normality and boredom.

"Jus' wanted to hear you-"

He curses at himself for being so direct.

"Well you did, do you want anything?"

And that's how you got here. In you living room, sitting with a single lamp on, Suguru sitting on the couch and you sitting on the arm chair.

After much persuasion, you were forced to let him come over to share a small cup of late night tea.

He sounded pathetic on the phone, pleas and begs of needing to see you. Making you snap but carefully reply with, "We're having a small cup of tea and then you're out."

You sigh awkwardly, your tea cup on the side, waiting for it to warm up.

"I'm sorry."

He starts, his gaze stuck on his twiddling thumbs.

"For?"

He feels like a child. A bad kid that needs to apologize for hurting someone.

"For being the person I am today, and for killing innocent people, and for making you mad..."

There's a long silence, a dreadful one. He only dares to peek up at you, seeing your tired eyes, relishing in the way you hug yourself softly, admiring the way you nibble on your lower lip out of habit.

"You keep me warm Sugu..."

He's confused, anyone would be confused about the sudden change of topic.

"You're cold inside here," you palm presses right over your heart, "but you're warm..."

His eyes study your every move, he doesn't miss the way your eyes gloss and how they avert down to the rugged ground.

"I wish you weren't like this, I wish I can help you..."

Just then, an obvious sob escapes your lips. You hated him. Loathed him. Making you cry over his own actions, you're not like this...so why are you so different around him?

Because you love him. Care for him. But he just...breaks you bit by bit, hurting you and you excuse it as trying to protect you.

"You can't help me, you know that..."

His voice is painfully calm, but on the inside, he's raging. How dare he make you cry.

With a hand to your mouth, you don't allow any more sounds to escape your lips. The action making it hard to breathe.

"Don't hold back from me," standing up, he crouches in front of you. His eyes looking into yours, fat and slow tears flow down your reddened cheeks.

"Don't hold back from me n/n."

His hands, careful and gentle as they wipe away your tears. Inviting and warm, you subconsciously lean into his palms. You're always lost, like a cat walking the streets and just...going with the flow. But with him, it's like a warm hand scratching and petting you. Welcoming you into a humble found.

"Your tears are diamonds, don't waste something so valuable on me." His words hurt, and they hurt bad.

"Don't-" breaking voice and shudders of chest. Your voice is tired and painful to the ears, like a saddened siren, singing only the saddest tunes for the voyagers who hear her, making them want to jump right into the sea of misery to end all the pain.

He hates himself so much in this second. Wasting no time in pulling you into his bubble. Cradling you delicately.

You're like a baby to him now, needing to smell the scent of anything calming. A soft hum of a familiar tune might do, careful brushes of fingers down your back and through your hair.

"I'm sorry." A whisper into your ear. You hands gripping onto his bicep, you noze nuzzling into his heaving chest. Small cracks of whimpers are muffled.

And just like that, you rest for a while in his arms. Knowing that the next day you might still be mad, but this time, your pain fades away slowly, just like the warmth of your tea cup.

#[𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]#✶≼[JUJUTSU KAISEN]#MIDNIGHT MISTS ON HER NECK #ஜ˳༄꠶ SUGURU #suguru geto #geto suguru x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #jjk suguru #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader

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vnmpior · 2 years

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SHE'S NOT THE ☆ ONE

LEON ☆ KENNEDY (re4)

x reader

summary: something's been on your mind, and you can't concentrate on shooting. it might be the attractive man holding your hands steady , but maybe its the thoughts of the girl always in red he's been pining and dreaming about. . .

note: after we got new clips of leon for the re4make I have been salivating over him and my obsession with him is back so much stronger so I had to make this. this is kinda practice for me writing re4 leon. also I hate this fic tyvm its not my best smh

this is a lil test of me tryna write re4 leon so sry if its dogshit. pls pretend chris and leon knew eachother before re6

"something on your mind?" you shivered as leon's breath brushed against your neck.

"nothing. it's just it might be easier for me to concentrate if it wasn't for you bothering me," you joked, gripping the handle of the gun tightly.

leon let out a chuckle and you could feel him give you some space.

"I know me being behind you isn't what's bothering you."

you shrugged. you didn't exactly know why you were so mad anyways.

"maybe it's how much I can't aim."

"isn't that why i'm here?" he questioned, stepping into your field of view.

"obviously. I would never hang out with you for fun." you scoffed jokingly.

leon rolled his eyes. "who got your panties in a twist today?"

"c'mon kennedy, i've been holding this gun for like 5 minutes now. you can ask me stuff later."

it's almost like leon pouted as he watched you get into your shooting stance, arms outstretched and legs a decent distance apart.

"here, if you put your hands around it like this. . ." he grabbed your hands and slightly moved them, making sure your fingers were in the right spot. "now it should be a bit easier to shoot."

you felt your body heating up at his touch, and almost whined in disappointment when he let go.

"try it now," he nodded his head towards the target.

you let out a short breath, calming yourself down before shooting a few rounds. only one of them came close to where you were aiming.

you threw your head back in disbelief.

"how in the world am I even going to learn this?"

leon walked back over to you and placed a hand on your hip.

"you're too stiff, just relax," he whispered in your ear as he began angling your arms back up. "aim, then shoot. take your time."

"would it be better if I thought of someone I hate?" the red dot on the target was reminding you of a certain someone. her and her stupid little dress and her perfect body. you didn't realize your eyes were narrowing in anger.

"whatever helps you out." the corner of his lips twiched upward as he decided to stand behind you and instead bring his arms to your hands from there.

"I'll help keep the gun steady for now."

you could not concentrate.

"leon, this is not helping."

"oh, am I distracting you?" he teased.

"you wish," you countered before pulling the trigger again, this time hitting the red dot.

you immediately turned around to leon, a huge grin on your face. he returned it with a smile of his own.

"good girl. that's definitely better than last time. maybe I should help you hold your gun all the time."

"you really should," you blurted out.

leon looked surprised, but you quickly followed up with: "but you must spend all your time looking for your little girlfriend."

well, that sure didn't help your statement out.

"my little girlfriend?" he asked as you turned the safety on on your gun and set it down on the counter.

"the girl you have a picture of stashed on your drawer?" you raised an eyebrow as you began to find a sudden interest in the floor.

"ada?"

"who else, kennedy." you scowled.

you saw his shoes come into your vision, and you looked up at the blonde.

"is that seriously what's been bothering you this whole time?"

"well, isn't she basically your girlfriend? if she is, it's just weird you'd be, you know, this close to me." you lied. him being close to you definitely wasn't why you were so pissed.

"ada isn't my girlfriend." he used his hand to bring your jaw up to meet his gaze.

you let out a hum. "sorry, I don't know what I was saying."

"are you. . . jealous?" leon smirked, coming closer.

"no way, leon."

"you need to become a better liar." he glanced at your lips and then back at your eyes.

"are we gonna kiss right now?" you joked, not expecting leon's response.

"can i kiss you?"

your eyes widened and you began to look everywhere but him.

"are you serious?" you couldn't believe him.

"will this show you i'm serious?" he said as he inched closer.

you shut your eyes, only to hear a door open.

"god dammit kennedy, out of all places?"

"what is it this time, chris," leon groaned.

"sorry to bust in during your little moment that was gonna escalate into god knows what, but you might wanna wrap this up. we need you right now." chris leaned against the door.

"he's probably mad i'm not getting with claire. how about we meet at my house at 8?" he leaned down to whisper.

"really?"

"what, did you think we weren't going to continue this?"

#I HATE THIS FIC #x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4make #re4 leon #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 leon

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Being in the hospital im thinking what would it be like if Ari's girl ended up in the hospital nothing life threatening but something that needed to be treated in the hospital. I'm betting he'd be a nervous wreck and wouldn't let anyone see it he'd maybe go into the bathroom and freak but I'm guessing he'd try and stay strong but crack a bit infront of her or maybe stay overnight if they let (it depends on the wards)

ok, full disclosure, I did absolutely no research for this because I'd like you to have reading materials, so it's in no way scientific 🤷🏻‍♀️

The Chair Beside Your Bed, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

No warnings except minor angst to fluff. (Sry, the gif barely works here but I'm...not changing it. 👀) WC 975

Ari can barely keep his eyes open. You're already asleep, but he just can't bring himself to join.

The IV in your hand looks uncomfortable when you tense involuntarily. He watches the tendons pull and roll beneath your skin and swallows hard.

He should have seen the signs, and the doctors say you'll be right as rain once the antibiotics are done. He still can't leave. He still can't eat. He still refuses to sleep.

Ari's mind can refuse all it wants. Eventually, his eyelids are too heavy, his neck slumps over the thin pillow behind it, and he's lost to a dreamless land in the chair beside your hospital bed.

"Ow," you hiss, releasing the two-by-four in your grasp.

"You get your hand, honey? I got those gloves for you."

You wave him off. "No, no. Stepped too close to the pile and scraped my leg. No big deal. That's almost all the wood from the truck."

"Great," Ari chirps, straightening after marking the outline of your She-Shed in the backyard. "I'll go get another load before dark. We can plot out the frame and whatnot tomorrow."

As you wipe the back of your hand over your head, Ari doesn't see any blood on your legs and immediately forgets.

"So we'll need equal amounts of wood on all sides," you ask.

He shrugs and pulls off his own thick work gloves. "More or less, yeah." Ari won't let you use any of the tools, but he will let you speak like it's a joint effort. Because it is. Everything he does is meant for you now.

While he's out at the store again, you divvy up the stacks of planks around the edges, far enough away for space to work but close enough for convenience. He's grateful, but Ari doesn't realize this means hours where you did not clean the cut on your leg.

A week later and you're running a slight fever. Ari only notices you aren't walking properly when you get off the couch.

His worst fear at that point is that stupid desk chair you're always complaining about. Your back is constantly aching. He wishes the company would replace all the chairs soon but especially, specifically yours.

You work too hard. You're worn out.

He knows you've had a bandaid on one calf, but it's on the outside leg where you sleep in the bed. He forgets a lot until his leg brushes against it while you two snuggle, and you hiss in pain.

Ari insists on taking a look, switching on the bedside lamp. He can tell something is wrong before even removing the bandage because it's red beyond the adhesive. The middle is warm to the touch, which he can barely do before you gripe at him.

You promise to go to the urgent care first thing in the morning, and Ari drives you himself. You're so sure that they'll just slap some pills in your hand and send you on your way that you shoo him off to work.

He gets a voicemail two hours later.

"Hey, uh, don't be mad, but they've transferred me to the hospital. I have to be hooked up to this drip thing for a few days and--"

Ari's in his truck before his supervisor can even wish you well.

If he'd thought about it at all, he would have gone by the house to get you and him a change of clothes, but no such luck. He refuses to leave the hospital grounds and only leaves the building when he absolutely can't stand his cigarette cravings anymore. Otherwise, he is right beside you.

You sleep a surprising amount, wiped out by the intensity of your treatment albeit fairly standard.

It's a long three days.

Ari decided after the first afternoon there that his chair needed to be on the other side of your bed. That way he could hold your hand that wasn't pierced with a needle, and he can safely rest his head on your side.

When you're awake, your fingers card through his hair. When you're awake, you tell him he looks like shit and needs to sleep, too.

"I promise I will later."

"You're lying," you complain weakly.

"Yeah, kid, I'm lying."

This exchange happens three separate times: the first you forget, the second you laugh at, and the third you start playing dirty.

You tell him you'd like to listen to one of your audiobooks, and since neither of you has headphones, you play it on speaker with the phone on your chest.

Ari is successfully out cold within minutes and wakes refreshed and a little pissed.

He lied and told the nurses you are his wife in order to be allowed to stay overnight, so them calling him by your last name during the discharge routine is awkward, to say the least.

Ari has fun explaining that one on the drive home.

With a few more days of ingestible antibiotics left, you're entirely on the mend and use every single ounce of your energy to argue Ari out of the house and off to work. He only feels less guilty when he comes back to find you asleep again, and after one more full day of bed rest, you are able to return to work as well.

From those days on, however, you are forbidden from helping with any repairs or building Ari does. José and Dimitri are rangled to assist when necessary, but it's a hard line in the sand that Ari will not shift on. He also takes it upon himself to be the First Aid King of the Castle and is in charge of all bandaging and cleaning of any wounds, no matter how small.

You only allow this complete farse (enacted over every papercut now) because he looks so cute when he fusses.

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An annoyance I specifically have about qsmp tntduo fics is that they don’t even (usually) try to be like the qsmp versions of the characters. They have them act like dsmp, rivals that have a weird homoerotic tension. While in the qsmp, we’ve had Quackity being obsessed with Wilbur and Tallulah < and being convinced that Wilbur was the dad and tallulah was his kid. This is just the early stuff but it’s annoying how they pretend it’s qsmp when it’s clearly not.

(TNT MUTUALS SKIP THIS POST- SORRY ILY I PROMMY SRY! THIS ENDED UP TURNING INTO A RANT LMAO)

(Also none of this is my griping over what people are allowed to write or draw lol- i'm just bitching for my own sake LOL)

Yeah that's definitely a major part of my annoyance too, not helped by the fact that I also dislike /r c!tnt LOL- And I was actually interested in what q!Tnt as dynamic could've been but canon doesn't offer a whole lot to work with these days and fanon like you said either just makes them a poor man's rehash of c!tnt despite their q! counterparts being VERY different form those men or, like a mutual of mine brought up in their post, reduce q!Quack into this poor sad little wet cloth of a man that ONLY qWilbur could ever understand or fix because he's the ONLY man who actually cares about q!Quackity... just ignore Roier, and Etoiles, and Forever, and Baghera, and Cellbit, and Bagi, and- You get the point lol.

I think my last straw personally was seeing everything that Quack goes through be made to be about Wil- getting Tilin? Him and Wilbur can raise them together despite us knowing Luzu was the other parent! He loses his child? Dw he can raise Tallulah with Wilbur! Quackity's been kidnapped and replaced with Elq? Oh no! Onyl Wilbur will ever care or notice :( Just ignore that Jaiden witnessed this happen- Quackity is back, but his memories are gone and his mind severely messed with? Oh Wilbur will fix him- he'll teach him how to read and write and take care of him and they can be a family alongside Phil Tallulah and Chay! Quackity's been kidnapped again? Oh no only Wilbur will care Part 2 even though everyone quickly noticed Elq isn't Q! Quackity (and Phil) have weird tickets? This must be related to WILBUR somehow?! Quackity's DEAD?!? OH NO- WILBUR WILL BE SO SAD AND DEVASTATED! Quackity's back but extremely traumatized and broken after everything he's been though? He needs Wilbur to hug him and heal him :((((((((((((((-

And I wanna take a brief aside to complain about how people treat them and the eggs too- See I really like Quack and Pepito's dynamic, so I give into temptation and look on Twitter to find fanart of them... only to see them paired with Wilbur and Tallulah... with Quackity's OTHER CHILD Richas nowhere in sight! Because he just... doesn't matter I guess even though the two still care about each other a lot and still call each other father and son! Also the god damned disservice this stuff does for Talsy's character too- yeah she'd so be running over to hug Wil with her current growing resentment of him- but to know that'd require people to acknowledge her as more then just Wilbur's cute little daughter who exists only as an extension of him- SOMETHING SHE'S COMPLAINED ABOUT TO PHIL. But back to Quack...

Would you believe me if I told you people also did this shit during KARMALAND too- A SERIES THAT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE WILBUR PLAYING IN IT! That during the early days people were CONVINCED that k!Quackity was secretly an amnesiac c!Quackity and he was only drawn to k!Luzu because he reminds him c!Wilbur... yes people really fucking said that and god it made me so mad I won't lie 😭 People can headcanon whatever they want that's fine even if I don't gel with, the thing is it was just everywhere during the early Karmaland V days and people were doing to most to push it 'canon' cuz God forbid Q exist outside of Wil or c!tntduo in this Spanish server.

Listen- I never wanna be That Guy who DEMANDS people stop doing this or that- people can do whatever they want- I get missing a ship, I still miss Karmaland Luckity- I just wished people cared about q!Quack for q!Quack and not just tntduo. q!Quackity is a very flawed screw-up of a man with a big heart whose been through Hell and even though he wants to give up still chooses to keep on going for the sake of his new child- not to mention his mysterious connection to Elq and being forced to be a pawn to Oscurucho! He has a lot going for him outside of his celebrity crush! He has a lot of really good and complex bonds with other characters- he has a strong friendship with Etoiles, Forever tried to look out for him after Quackity lost his memories and Quackity in turn was visibly distressed when Forever went missing, HIS WHOLE THING WITH ROIER- LIKE- Quackity being a major part of the betrayal at the start of the server and Roier in turn ruining Quackity's reputation on the server in revenge but Quackity still tries to help Cellbit fix things with Roier during Festa Junina, Quackity admires the strength of Spiderbit's love to the point that it makes it reconsider his own view of what love is after his fake wedding with Wilbur's cardboard cutout, Roier still tried to help Quackity regain his memories when Quackity found Tilin's old diary, Roier is listed as one of the most important people to Quackity, during his hell coma in the maze portion there are photos of him and Roier everywhere, they even share custody of a child now- but no, Wilbur is the only one who gets or cares about Quackity, okay sure.

Anyway rant over- sorry anon I pretty much just used your ask as an excuse to vent about all my grievances I'm sorry 😭 People can send more anons about this if they want but I prolly won't answer- I don't like to bitch too much on this blog- this is the exception to that LOL I don't hate qWilbur either- I just don't care for q!tnt.

#tntduo neg #negative #ship hate #anon #ask #vent

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