#♧x reader

[shmowder]

Pathologic play where the tragedians slowly fall into love with the player. Not the healer you're controlling, but the player behind the screen.

It starts with small things like reflections giving you more information than normal. You don't think much of it. Pathologic is known for its secret dialogue options at times.

Then you noticed the supposed tutorial tragedians on the street aren't exactly leaving despite progressing through the game. Instead, you can talk to them each day and receive useful information, a valuable item, or straight-up food.

How much more of a constant they've become in your quests, taking it upon themselves to lead you to place, point you towards the fastest route and even slow down time for you when you're not looking.

Only that if you do follow his advice, you notice the executioners following in your steps the next playthrough around. Unlike the tragedians, the townsfolk can see them. Your character keeps getting questioned by others on why are orderlies follow you around so much?

They keep messing with the play, and it's making Mark Immortell clearly frustrated with the mutiny and how you're clearly a bad influence on them. During one scene in the theatre, he suggests starting over so his actors may hopefully regain their senses and stop acting like your fanclub.

Maybe they find it funny courtesy to the bird mask, but they keep leaving you nuts, marbles and other valuable trading items. They blatantly cure you of the plague that one time you couldn't outrun a certain cloud, they give you immunity pills and antibiotics the more you pay them attention and indulge their fawning.

The game practically becomes a cakewalk at this point, and no amount of resetting is fixing it.

If anything, they're more like a harmless crowd of adoring fans that watch you play and cheer from the side whenever you do something cool, fawning at your every action, asking more and more personal questions to get to know you.

Both groups keep watching over you, not so subtly behind Mark's back. Letting you slip away from some dangers for simply smiling their way, throw in a wink, and there is nothing you can't get away with.

Adoring you from the backlines, dropping some bullets and a gun in a building's ground floor furniture just when you're desperate looking for loot.

A bunch of them hanging out at your permanent lair, keeping your storage sorted and just having fun being silly around the place. Some of the tragedians try to make you laugh, and others attempt to impress you with their acrobatics.

While the birdies are surprisingly more coy with their infatuation. They still attempt to play their correct roles, especially the plague executioner. But the second you pick a mean dialogue option to them, their dialogue changes and stutters, visibly deflating in sadness as they mumble the rest of their lines. Staring at you through their intimidating apathetic bird mask like a kicked puppy, wanting your approval but also wanting to be a good actor.

A lot of the more extreme shocking scenes are skipped because they feel too bad to be that mean to you. You don't get death taunting you in the marbles nest, nor does the plegue insult you in the haruspex's route each time you make progress.

Actually- it's the other way around. The plague is congrating you on your progress with a gushing fan tone, saying how they knew you were such a good job for this and they can't believe they get to act with such a talent as yourself—Hey actually do you think you can sign their mask? Oh the others would be so jealous if they knew.

#♧tragedians #♧executioners #♧x reader #pathologic x reader #x reader

[manjjiros]

TRICKED YOU!

ran haitani / rindou haitani / sanzu haruchiyo x gn!reader (separate)

cws: suggestive but fluffy, like actually kind of tooth rotting, little white lies, established relationship (ran), situationships (rindou, sanzu), discussions of drug usage (sanzu), bonten timeline, ask to tag

from the ASM: tricking the trio into getting some rest isn’t exactly easy. but the probability of getting it to work is not exactly zero, either.

over the loudspeaker: @sin-and-punishment

— RAN HAITANI.

“raaaan,” you whined into the receiver, rolling over in your sheets and letting them rustle against your phone.

you heard your poor boyfriend let out a breath on the other end of the line. “what’s the matter, angel? i’m a little tied up at the moment.”

you knew he was, obviously, or you wouldn’t be calling. you knew his schedule inside and out by now, when he had meetings, when he ran off on sudden jobs to handle important business you had no interest in knowing about.

it was always a little more fun to be able to pull him from some boring, dreadful meeting than when he was free to join you.

“come home,” you breathed, and you heard the way he hummed in the back of his throat.

“i can’t, come on. you know this. don’t make me feel bad.”

“but the bed’s cold, ran. aren’t you gonna come make it warm again?”

there was a brief pause and some speaking in the background. clearly he was in a meeting, which you had expected.

“warm up yourself, angel-“

“no, come home. i just want you.”

ran grunted into the phone, and you heard him pull the device from his ear and shout towards the voices in the background. it was muffled and broke up a bit; the reception in abandoned warehouses typically wasn’t the best.

“ran?”

“i’m here. just- stay put. ‘m coming. you gonna be good f’ me?”

“yeah.”

“fine. see you soon.” he hung up, and you smiled to yourself, successful in your endeavor.

you’d left the door open for him and left a set of sleep clothes at the edge of the bed for him. he hadn’t been sleeping, you knew that; the circles under his eyes and the way he forced himself out of bed in the mornings gave it away. something must have happened, or maybe something resurfaced — he hadn’t told you yet, but you could make an educated guess.

ran arrived at your place within the half hour, the heels of his slick shoes clicking along the floorboards as he made his way towards your room where you waited for him, cuddled up in your duvet with the lamp light casting everything in a warm yellow.

he nudged the door open with a huff, smiling briefly before pausing. “i have to admit, this isn’t what i was expecting.”

“what, don’t wanna just nap?”

“i thought you were calling for a hookup.”

“dirty mind! i never said that,” you giggled at his exasperated face before pulling back the covers to give him space. “come on, baby. you look exhausted. you’ve got bags under your eyes.”

“don’t say that shit, my eyes are fine.”

“because you steal my eye cream!” you pouted then, folding your arms at his pushback.

he grumbled at you but ultimately eyed up the empty space next to you in the bed, letting out a loud sigh.

“cant believe i left the meeting to come take a nap. what is this, high school? i used to do this shit as a kid. play hooky and sleep in weird places.” he yawned as he spoke, undressing his three-piece suit in exchange for the t-shirt and shorts you left out for him. you just nodded along and patted the space next to you for him to climb into.

he joined you, eventually, long limbs grabbing onto you to pull you in close and bury his face in your chest. you smiled as the scent of his cologne floated up around you, the smell of his hair gel right under your nose.

it felt like it was barely two minutes before your talkative boyfriend was knocked out against your chest, your fingers combing through his hair.

— RINDOU HAITANI.

to: annoying prick

me: come over.

annoying prick: how about a please?

me: come over Now. miss you.

annoying prick: i screenshotted that for evidence.

me: i hope you crash on your way here.

annoying prick: i didn’t say i was coming? smfh.

you rolled your eyes at your phone as you fussed with the string of his hoodie around your finger. rindou never listened when you invited him over, always giving you a hard time despite expecting you to bend to his will whenever he wanted to see you.

oftentimes things happened on his terms, not yours. which normally isn’t a problem, except for this one time when you wanted to fuck with him.

your finger hovered over the call button before you opted for another direction, opening up your camera and taking a quick photo of his hoodie string between your teeth, cute and suggestive and alluring. you made sure to get most of your upper body in the shot, laid back against your pillows.

me: [1 image]

me: come over? now?

annoying prick: is that my

annoying prick: cheap shot. stay there. don’t even think about touching.

you laughed at how quickly his tone changed, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. he was a grown man, sure, but he was rude and mean and often thought with his dick rather than his head.

you heard the revv of his bike engine before you saw it through his window, clicking your tongue when you spotted him without a helmet. you understood that he was some sort of criminal, but you kind of liked him, sort of, and didn’t actually want him to crash and die.

you watched him park the bike illegally in front of your place and hop off of it quickly, straightening out the front of his suit jacket as he walked up towards the door.

you heard him grumble when the door was locked, fucking around for the spare key before finally getting inside your home and beelining towards your room.

you broke into giggles as he shoved your door open and undid the front two buttons of his suit jacket, trying to clamber over your body on the bed. “tease, calling me home from bein’ busy just to fuck around, what are you-“

“aht,” you stopped him with a finger to his chest, shaking your head, “not what i invited you here for.”

he stared back at you, hesitating and hovering over your form. “excuse me?”

you chose that exact moment to whip out the puppy eyes, jutting out your bottom lip and laying back on your pillows, “my bed was cold, rin! just wanted you to come over and take a nap with me.”

he gawked at you before sitting up on his knees and running a hand through his hair. “are you being fucking serious?”

“yes.”

“you invited me over. to nap?”

“mhm. and now you’re here. so let’s take one.”

“what the-“

“please?” you cocked your head and tried the puppy eyes again, to which he made a face, but didn’t necessarily move away.

“i don’t have-“

“you leave clothes here all the time. i have some set out in the bathroom.”

“fuck you.”

“maybe next time.” you broke into laughter as he succumbed to his fate, getting out of your bed to disappear down the hall into your bathroom. he returned within five minutes, having changed into a pair of pajama pants and forgetting his shirt, standing at the side of your bed awkwardly.

“well? come in, i’m exhausted.”

“this is weird.”

“no it’s not. just lay down, asshole.” you huffed and pulled back the covers for him. he squinted at you, having taken his contacts out, before reluctantly crawling into the bed next to you. you snuggled up against his side, to which he tensed, but ultimately ended up wrapping an arm around you anyway.

he fell asleep before you did, mouth open and drooling all over your pillow. you took a photo, not because you liked him or anything… well…

— SANZU HARUCHIYO.

convincing sanzu to listen to you at all was like trying to train a poodle. it was very, very difficult because he was very, very defiant.

you knew he hadn’t been sleeping well. you knew it well, unfortunately; his work was catching up to him and drugs weren’t your favorite solution to the problem.

you told him time and time again that he needed rest, that it was because you cared that you were nagging at him, and yet he always bit right back at you like a dog nipping its owner’s hand.

you had had enough. so you decided to play the game.

you sat in his car waiting for him to finish some job in some remote part of the red light district, in a back alley with no prying eyes or lights, really.

you sat in wait until finally sanzu reappeared in the faded yellow light of the nearest street lamp, wiping his hands on a handkerchief and kicking a lead pipe against the wall. you chose not to question his line of work.

he grinned when he saw you in the passenger’s seat, as if he had forgotten you were there, and hurried around to the driver’s seat to get in and lean into your space.

“all done now, baby.” he pressed kisses to the corners of your lips, making you giggle before he caught your mouth with his own.

you hummed against his lips, lifting a hand to curl your fingers around his tie. “haru,” you breathed, tugging lightly on the fabric, “can we please get home? wanna get into bed with you…”

he pulled back slightly to meet your gaze with his own crazed one, eyes studying you almost clinically as a grin spread across his face. “oh yeah? baby wants to get home?”

“mhm.”

“hell yeah, i’ll get you fuckin’ home.” he pulled back from you to start the car, and you gripped the oh-shit handle because you knew he was just going to peel out of the alleyway.

and that he did, whipping down side streets and revving the engine, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping your thigh.

you giggled to yourself as you watched the veins in his arm, shaking your head. he just had no idea how easy he was to fool.

it took far shorter of a time than it should have to get back to your place, and he parked before hurrying out of the car and getting the passenger door for you.

you got out and led him to the door, feeling him stalk your every movement, only ever one step behind you. you unlocked your door and kicked your shoes off with a laugh as he tried to pin you against the nearest wall, freeing yourself from his grasp and making your way towards your room.

he grunted as he followed you, muttering something about you being a tease.

you turned on your heel once you got to your room and took a seat on the bed. “much better. i’m so tired, haru.”

“huh?”

“let’s just go to bed, how about it?” you started to get undressed as he stood in your doorway, scarred lips twitching with confusion.

“what are you talking about?”

“haru, let’s go to bed. i know you’re tired too.”

“no, this is-“

“no buts.” you stood to shimmy out of the rest of your clothing and tug your pajamas on. “strip and cuddle with me.”

haru wasn’t a cuddler, not by a long shot. but, with you…

he felt like he blinked, and suddenly he was on his back in your bed with you at his side in the dark. you snuggled up closer to him and ran your fingers through his hair.

soon enough, his breathing evened out, and you smiled to yourself as his grip on you grew tighter in his sleep.

#ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #♧ — ran haitani #♧ — rindou haitani #♧ — sanzu

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

No, I didn't say I was better than you, I said that if Jason Todd was my boyfriend, I'd crochet him book covers

#bumblebeesfromvenus #Fi's shenanigans ♧ #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd angst #jason is so cute #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood #r

[teojira]

Really enjoyed your headcanons on Caeser and Proximus, do you mind doing the same with Noa?? 😊🙏

[Noa and day to day life with him!] [Headcanons!]

Summary: Noa takes you back with him to his home, and the clan accepts you as one of them. Even if you're concerned otherwise.

Word count: 1k (Jesus christ)

Warnings: None that I can think of! Can be read as Platonic or Romantic! You and Noa are attached to one another. (Yes, this is me projecting.)

A/N: Noa is so near and dear to me, I literally did not mean for this to be so long, and I STILL cut myself off. This is 1k words worth of headcanons for him, and it is not enough. I'm Noa's #1 fan, I am sorry to all my friends and family who have to hear me talk about him constantly.. Ask me for Noa anything, and I will give you the world.

Do me a favor and strap the fuck in for this it's alot.

I am so glad someone asked about Noa bc I got ALOT to say.

Noa has had it with humans, Mae put him, his clan, and countless others at risk, he should not trust humans, really he shouldn't, but he can't help it. She also betrayed you in the process, and now you're alone.

You agreed to help him and Mae against Proximus, you're the only one who actively goes up against Proximus as well.

Swinging and trying your best to try and get Proximus off of Noa, yelling and crying while the other apes just stare in fear. (Later on they apologize, but you don't hold it against them.)

It's a huge risk to invite a human with them again, but then he remembers Rakas words, Caesars words, and decides he can't told another's decisions over you.

So when he gently grabs your hand in his, looking down at you with a strained smile, blood seeping from his lips, you follow, back to his clans land.

Now on to the good stuff, it's kinda awkward finding your place among the eagle clan, the elders are gone, his father Koro is gone, there really is no guidance as to where to place you.

You drift mostly, either helping Dar or helping with the young ones, teaching them how to read and write, helping fish, farm, the basic tasks.

Dar loves you by the way, doting on you and making sure no one messes with you in a harmful way. She teaches you their customs and traditions, all the while playfully teasing you about Noa. She's a mom, she knows.

You're happy with your work, happy with your place among the clan. It's genuinely shocking how much they were willing to forgive and to not hold any grudges against humans after one ruined everything.

It helps that Noa takes accountability for you, somehow so trusting that you will not cause harm. His faith in you speaks volumes and you remind him everyday that it won't go to waste.

All he does is send you a sweet smile and ruffles your hair.

You find yourself helping Noa alot with crafting new tools and contraptions, being a second pair of eyes that can catch onto things he can't.

"Very smart." "Thank yo-" "For an Echo." and he does that stupid cute little sniff afterwards and it makes it tremendously hard to hit him.

He's such a little shit I fucking hate him.

You're his shadow when his duties permit, he's taken on a higher role of the clan, sometimes going out for days at a time but you're always at the edge of the Village waiting for his return, anxiously working your bottom lip until you see him in view.

You're both extremely attached to one another, Soona and Anaya become attached to you too, dragging you along in everyone's free time to go climbing, to eat, to hunt, just about any group outing has you as their fourth member.

Noa was worried about them accepting you, but they love you just as much as he does.

It makes his heart swell when he sees you and Soona together, giggling about something surely only you both understand while Anaya groans and complains about being left out.

It's like you've always been meant to be with them, to round out their group.

Soona and Anaya will offer to be the one to carry you this time, they do want to, genuinely, but Noa won't let them 99.9% of the time, He's used to your weight, he trusts that he can keep you safe the best. (Says the ape that literally almost died multiple times doing stupid shit)

"Noa worries too much, they will be fine." "Anaya is clumsy. Can't trust you to carry yourself, much less echo."

He tries not to carry you everywhere, but it is so much more convenient than waiting for you, so he scoops you up often enough that the stares don't bother you anymore.

Remember how in the movie, all the apes sleep together communally? Well you're at first extremely nervous about that, not wanting to ask what exactly are your accommodations because surely they don't want you there with them.

Actually, Noa does, so jot that down.

When you shyly move away, he raises his palm up at you, nodding to the space besides him.

When you don't move, he gently tugs you down, laying on his back and shutting his eyes. The clan hasn't really fully rebuilt and started to gather things needed for shawls and coverings, so it's not strange to him that you cuddle up to him to steal his warmth, peeking an eye open to see your face squished into his side, knocked out.

He wraps an arm around you, incasing you in more warmth.

This is a nightly routine until you finally take it upon yourself to throw yourself on him, he chokes out a breath as you make yourself comfortable.

Soona and Anaya usually join in, he cannot fucking breathe but he's so happy that it outweighs it.

When Mae inevitably shows back up, she sees you out in the distance, you look so genuine happy, so at peace with where you are. You even have some eagle feathers in your hair, integrated into their life that it shocks her.

It's enough to make her put the gun away, grasping at Rakas necklace like a lifeline, sucking in a deep breath to stop her from crying.

Maybe apes and humans can live at peace with one another after all. She hopes you prove her wrong.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

#feel free to ask me for more noa hcs! (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE) #teddy asks ♧ #planet of the apes x reader #planet of the apes #kingdom of the planet of the apes #kotpota #pota #Noa #Planet of the apes Noa x reader #Noa x reader #teddy loves apes ☆

[thesimpsbasement]

How do you think Azul would deal with having a s/o where he would say they would do crimes to people who would bully their s/o and s/o is like “That’s illegal, but awe 🥹”? Like if he paybacks someone, s/o is trying to be the voice of reason, but they’re smiling so it ruins it?

You're so right. omg, he'd be so extra about it, too

_____________

Azul is definitely the type to beat the shit out of your bullies no questions asked

But only after making sure you're okay of course,he has to take care of his precious angelfish before he gets his hands dirty

Even if the bullies didn't bother you that much, Azul is not having any of it.He's not going to let people disrespect you like that.He'd pamper you even I'd you protest,shower you in affection and after he's certain you're feeling better he excuses himself and leaves the room

You begin to worry when he still hasn't come back, that is until you hear a familiar voice or rather voices shriek in pain as 2 other familiar voices laugh hysterically. Rushing towards the VIP room,the scene you're met with was truly something.

Floyd and Jade holding your bullies still,said bullies bruised and bloodied.One might think the twins were responsible for this but as soon as you see the now injured bullies the dots connect. Despite not being the tallest or the most muscled man,Azul's physical strength shouldn't be underestimated. The damage on the now crying victims’ of Azul's wrath made you wince

Azul simply turns to you “hello darling,sorry for making you wait for so long,just have this mess to clean up” he says with a menacing smile. You want to feel bad for them especially when being held in a death trap like the tweels but you can't help but smile,letting out a chuckle. “Azul you can't just beat up people to a pulp like that,it's mean” you say.A part of you is telling you to be the voice of reason,to somehow convince Azul to not strangle anyone who dares to badmouth you,but at the same time another part of you is all over the moon.Seeing them in such a pathetic state made you feel giddy almost. “Nothing is too mean when it comes to protecting you” Azul simply replies “Now be a dear and wait for me in my room,I'll be back shortly” he says in a sweet voice.The bullies turn towards you with a pleading look but you simply smile,waving “Alright dear,don't bully them too much” you tease “Oh don't worry,I won't bully them, I'll just give them a piece of my mind” he says as he watches you leave.

Eventually, you hear the door opening,revealing your darling boyfriend.He sheds his outer layer of clothes,leaving him in his white button-down as he plops right beside you on his comfy bed. “Hope you didn't miss me too much” he says,pulling you towards him “you know I always miss you” you reply,pressing a kiss on his cheek,not missing the way his cheeks are dusted pink. “And I always miss you”, he replies,kissing your lips softly. When you pull away, you stare lovingly at him,admiring his beauty. You both stay in comfortable silence before you speak once more “you know you didn't have to do all that. it could've gotten in trouble”.Azul chuckles,hand cupping your cheek “Don't worry about that,angelfish ,besides even if they were to report me to the head mage I have my own ways of getting myself out of trouble” he says,almost menacingly. You sigh,shaking your head at his antics “Do you really have everyone wrapped around your fingers?” You ask “hmm not everyone” He says ,eyes locked on yours “You're the one who has me wrapped around their finger” he says before leaning in to steal a kiss.You sigh again,giggling as you cup his cheeks “mhmm just don't kill anyone next time alright?”.Azul smiles “I'll think about it” he says,causing you to roll your eyes ,hands moving towards his waist to pinch his sides,making the octopus yelp. “I protect you, and this is the thanks I get? Siiggghhh” he says in a fake sad voice. “Thank you, Azul, for your service” you say in a sarcastic voice before pressing your lips against his once more, “It's my pleasure”

#sorry this took so long #didn't have motivation to write at all #thesimpsrequest♡ #bettyresponds♧ #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #x gn reader #twisted wonderland #fluff

[delilahcalicocat]

He's Back!?-

{Rating: Fluff, Fluff, and more Fluff} {Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Reader Being Sweet.} {Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader <3}

《Summary: Cody Was Injured after the Cell match and didn't tell Y/N he was returning (I did not color code the sentences this time)》

WC: Probably 500

You cringed as you saw Seth drive the Kendo Stick into Cody's Chest, The Bruise was forever burned into your mind.

That was a year ago. Ever since then you've been thriving as a Solo Female Wrestler. You'd beaten the likes of Morgan and Bliss.

It was time for you to take a break, That was until Adam Pearce, Caught your attention and said you had to fight that night on RAW

You Walked out to the Ring begrudgingly, and had to fight Nia Jax, in a mixed tag match. Your tag partner. Was Jey Uso. Ugh.

After your Match you stood in the ring, Chest Heaving as you fought to Breathe.

Suddenly that familiar Music hit, you heard it last year... as... Cody stood victorious

No.. it couldn't be!

It was him, the smoke hit and he came from the floor. Cody Motherfucking Rhodes had come back from his injury

He came to the ring, and walked into it

"Hello Beautiful, Long time no see!" He said

"Cody! Oh my god!" You gasped

You'd ran over to hug him, only for him to kiss you.

"Aww! Cody... you didn't have to do this, you could've stayed home to heal up longer!" You pleaded with him

"Sweetie, to be honest, after that kiss I feel like I could run a 900 mile racetrack" He chuckled

"Oh you're so funny sometimes." You smile

#{♡}delilah's fics{♧} #wwe #wwe raw #cody rhodes #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes fic

[abiiors]

Oooo for bbf!george blurbs how about the first time they meet each other??

oh the first time they meet each other george is 13 and reader is 11 so there isn’t much of a story there i’m afraid so i’ll give you their first like significant moment that forms a friendship between them outside of their relationships with matty (reader is 15 and george is 17)

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summer afternoons of your childhood are the one thing you remember with all the fondness in the world.

riding around on your bike in the neighborhood, wind in your hair, and warm sweat trickling down your back. your thighs burn from the exertion but your mouth is stretched into a wide smile. the cicadas are loud and everywhere smells faintly of roses.

in a moment of stupidity you close your eyes and tilt your head up to the skies—savouring the smell of the roses and the speed of the wind and the sound of your bicycle gears.

it feels good to be whimsical… that is until you open your eyes and gasp at the tiny cat that’s ran onto the road, right in front of you.

panic fills your chest, you don’t have enough time to break your speed, and oh shit the cat is so close. desperately, you swerve to the left.

the world tilts. the whole bike wobbles, you let a sound somewhere between a gasp and a yelp, and the pavement comes closer.

next thing you know, there’s a sting on your palms and pain flares across your knee that’s now a bloody mess. your bike’s on the street, tires still spinning hopelessly.

fortunately, no one was out on the streets to see your embarrassing little accident. no one except for the cat maybe, who turns up its nose at you and goes back to sniffing some bushes.

you huff, manage to stand up and dust yourself off. then you limp back home.

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your parents aren’t home, it’s the middle of the day after all, so you beeline straight to your brother’s room.

by now the blood has run down your shin and down to your ankles, soaking the rim of your socks and turning it red. you sniffle—your pretty daisy-patterned sock. now unsalvageable.

still, you quietly limp up the stairs and stand outside of matty’s door holding back tears. sure you need help but you’re still a big girl and big girls don’t cry. so you scrub at your eyes and knock on his door.

“matty? you in there?” it’s barely a wobbly whisper.

a few seconds later the doorknob turns and you loose a sigh of relief. the door creeks open and george’s face comes into view.

“hey,” he shuffles awkwardly. “thought you were matty.”

so did i, you think but swallow the words.

“where is he?”

“gone to the shop,” george says. “we needed some ci—snacks.”

you roll your eyes at his obvious attempt to cover for matty. (as if you won't know what your brother gets up to when he thinks your parents have gone to bed) but the door is properly open now and george is fully in view.

for a moment the pain in your knee ebbs away as you take in his tall frame. he's so much taller than matty, so much broader too. and when he crosses his arms in front of his chest, they look... rather nice.

then george clears his throat and you're once again reminded of the wound.

"uh... it's fine. i'll come back once matty's home." with that, you turn around, trying not to sniffle until you're completely out of his earshot.

"wait," he speaks again, "shit, are you okay?"

you turn around to look at him and notice his eyes trained on your bloody knee. tiny spots of blood are on the floor too trailing you to and away from matty's room. you wince as another wave of pain hits and try to nod.

"is this why you were looking for matty? come on, i can help you."

his casualness makes you hesitate. sure, you've known george for ages now, have seen him around your house and talking to your parents. you've interacted with him once or twice, said a quick hello maybe. but you don't know george.

"come on," he urges again and props matty's bedroom door wide open.

gingerly, you step into the room and study george from a distance. he's always been more of a presence on the side in your life--quieter than matty is, a still counterpart to your brother's constant chaos.

george grabs a nearby chair and gestures for you to sit. quickly, he disappears in the ensuite and you hear sounds of shuffling, cupboards opening and closing shut. then he steps out of the bathroom and returns to you with a first aid kit.

"let's see what we've got here," he murmurs more to himself and kneels down in front of you.

quickly, george pours some disinfectant on a cotton ball and you watch the crease between his brows deepen as he gently examines your scraped knee.

you flinch when the medicine touches the open wound but his hand rests on your calf, holding your leg in place.

"sorry," his face turns sheepish. "i'll try to be quick, okay?"

instead of responding, you take the moment to study him. his dark hair fall into his eyes and his touch is surprisingly gentle. not something you would associate with a teenage boy. (definitely not the boys you know) it's strange, though, to have someone take care of you like this, especially someone you haven't really spoken to before.

"how did you fall?" he asks and you blink to focus back on his words.

"uh... well," a flush creeps up your cheeks at the thought of telling him what really happened. "a cat ran in front of my bike. i had to swerve and lost my balance."

george tsks. "those little cretins--"

"oi!"

now that makes him smile as he takes in your sudden outburst.

"it was just a baby, okay? they're daft sometimes." you wring your hands together, suddenly feeling more self-conscious than before.

george finishes cleaning your scraped knee and reaches for the band-aid in the first aid kit. as he carefully places it over the wound, he looks up and catches your eyes.

"so you like cats then?"

"yeah, yeah they're cute. my mum won't let me get one though. she says i'll be too busy to take care of it. and the dogs might hurt it. but i'm not stupid i--"

you catch the amused expression on his face and quickly shut your mouth.

"my sister has a cat," he supplies and starts packing the first aid kit back up. "i'm sure she'd let you play with him if you want. he's a bit stupid though." george snorts and you can't help but laugh along.

"it's a cat, george. they're all stupid."

this time when he smiles, it's a little crooked and lopsided. there's genuine warmth in his eyes too and it fills you with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"thank you... for helping me."

"no worries," he stands up and smooths out his jeans. "anytime you need a hand—or a band-aid—i'm here."

and just like that he's gone from the room and back in the ensuite to put the kit away. quickly, you scramble to leave. there's the silly little butterflies in your stomach and there's no need for him to see you flustered or blushing. no need for matty to catch you in his room when he's not home.

so you quickly leave his room, knee feeling much better than before and a giant, goofy smile etched on your face. sure, it's silly. you are well aware that it's very teenage girl of you to feel like this.

what you don't know though is that inside matty's bathroom, george has an equally giant goofy grin on his face.

#✉️ #♧: george blurbs #bbf!george #george daniel #george daniel x reader #george daniel x you

[writer-and-lover]

Day 18: The Three Demon Lords

Demon stamina was incredible. You'd seen Beel run a cross country across the devildom without breaking a single sweat, watched how Mammon ran for hours and hours from Cerberus, and watched the way Levi would fight demons like it was WWE for some magazines.

This though? This was taking the piss.

Diavolo and Lucifer had been fucking you for way too long now. That's not to even talk about Barbatos, who'd been leisurely using your mouth as his own personal fleshlight. He even wrapped his tail around your throat, tightening it up further for him to fuck open. The messy sounds of the two demons behind you fucking your ass open left you moaning wildly whilst the demon in front of you sent your mind scrambling at the continuous thrusts.

The Demon Prince's claws threatened to pierce your skin, leaving tingling pain down your back and up your waist. Lucifer's wings cooled you all down, shielding you from view. It was addicting, the way these demons took control of you so easily. You were on the verge of passing out, no longer even able to keep yourself up. The demons did that for you, never leavin a single piece of your skin untouched. Your eyes were rolling, tear tracks and drool covering your face and making you messy.

They're vicious in their fucking, treating you like nothing more than a toy for them to use and pass around. Though, you can't really complain. After all, you did ask for this.

#¤《.nsft.》¤ #☆《.kinktober.》☆ #♧《.obey.me.》♧ #obey me #obey me: shall we date #obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x male reader #obey me lucifer #diavolo x reader #diavolo x male reader #obey me diavolo #barbatos x reader #barbatos x male reader #obey me barbatos

[husk-not-whiskers]

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭?

@mielles-lounge

♥️♠️♦️♣️ 🂱 ╰ ─┉─¡! • !¡─┉─ ╯ 🂱 ♣️♦️♠️♥️

It was a late night, chitter chatter and soft laughter echoed from the bar and throughout the hotel. One drink after another. The pair had definitely had far too much to drink.

How could one keep track of how many drinks they were having. When they were in such company.

Time whisked on, whisky after whisky, joke after joke. Husk was not in his right of mind. 𝐈𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

❝ … ᴹⁱᵐⁱ… ❞

It escaped his mouth as nothing more than a soft whisper.

He looked at her. 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃. His drunken gaze 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 her every moment. Then, he let it go.

The cat’s eyes lazily drooped down several times. Once Mielle seemed to return the action, letting her eyes close and open slowly towards the cat infront of her, Husk’s lips parted once more.

His paw hovered over hers

❝ ᶜᵃⁿ ⁱ ? ❞

𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓 // 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 // Husk leaned forward

His face brushed against hers, slightly rubbing his scent into hers. And hers into his. Their aromas mixing into one, just before their lips did the same.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 they were connected. Mouths interlocked in a drunken passion.

It started soft and delicate, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 mixed with her 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 drinks of prior. Quickly it 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 with 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐑. His paws that once rested on hers, now pressed against her soft cheeks. Hers pulled onto his shoulders.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 they were all that mattered.

I had a lot of fun writing this! I think that Husk would really hate himself for having any kind of relationship that wasn’t fully consensual, ofc! I don’t really take this as canon, however I am totally fine with role playing romantic relationships ^^

But seriously I had so much fun!!! I wanted to try and replicate @/spiderslvts writing style a little bc I really enjoy the way they write. Plus! This was just a one off so I do what I want.

#🂠 serving drinks 🂠 #♧ now serving: ooc! memes ♧ #ooc!whatiftheykissed? #hazbin hotel roleplay #husk ask blog #hazbin hotel ask blog #husk x reader #? #i guess you could say #more like #husk x oc

[shmowder]

Certain characters that I feel like would be good at accommodating a reader who struggles with chronic pain, especially headaches, are:

Daniil Dankovsky

Most doctors are skeptical of patients, fearing they exaggerate their discomfort, especially when it comes to people with chronic pain.

Dankovsky is not most doctors.

You know your body and limit better than him, so when you complain about your pain levels getting unbeatably high, he takes your word for it.

His room in the still waters is very quiet and dark. You're free to use it to your heart's content until your state gets more manageable. He'll prescribe you relief medicine and bring it to you alongside some water without any fuss. If he happens to stay in the room too, he puts extra effort not to bother you or make any noise.

Yulia Lyuricheva

She's in the same figurative boat as you, with her leg, migraines, and general being as a whole. Yulia recognises the signs of fatigue in you before you realise it. She is incredibly sensitive when it comes to deducing when your pain is starting to act up based on your subconscious behaviour. And therefore, is prepared ahead of you.

The benefit of living in the trammel is how quiet and empty a library tends to be, not that people in this town are big readers.

She'll hand you one of her favourite books. If you're not in the mood for ready, she pats the empty spot next to her on the couch and invites you to lay your head on her shoulder and relax by her side. If massaging the pained like your back or leg might relieve the pain, she would oblige. She'd inquire if you're fine with her smoking in the room, offering you one, too.

Katerina Saburova

Have her morphine.

No, seriously, take it. She doesn't mind, and she doesn't care if you have a prescription or not. You're clearly in pain, and her fragile heart can't stand seeing you suffer like this.

Especially since she's been there, too. When the anxious hollows of her mind were too consuming to function, when only screaming at the ninth doctor summoned from the outer town in a row seemed to finally convince them of how real her suffering is.

At least have a nap? Her bed is very comfortable and no one dares disturb her room. She'd bring you a plate of fruits to eat after you wake up, cutting them up and preparing it herself. Watching over you sleeping, hoping that her presence would at least keep the bad dreams away.

Made this while waiting for my pain meds to be absorbed and worked into my bloodstream bc this migrane is killing me rn.

#♧Daniil #♧katerina #♧Yulia #daniil dankovsky x reader #Katerina Saburova x reader #Yulia Lyuricheva x reader #pathologic x reader #♧comfort #x reader #♧x Reader

[manjjiros]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

ran haitani x fem!afab!reader

cws: d/s dynamics, brat!reader, brat taming, spanking, fingering, spit, piv, creampie, ‘little girl,’ ‘brat,’ ‘slut’ used for reader, ask to tag.

from the ASM: ran and his girlfriend left in kind of a hurry after she spent the whole night with takeomi. i hope they don’t fight too bad.

over the loudspeaker: @sin-and-punishment (teehee)

“i still don’t understand why you made us leave early!”

you pouted from your spot in the passenger’s seat of ran’s car, arms crossed over your chest and eyes focused on the night lights passing by. ran clicked his tongue in annoyance, his fingers gripping harder into the flesh of your thigh.

“i think you know exactly why we left early.”

“no, i don’t! it was so rude! all the other guys were still there and you threw a hissy fit and made us leave!” you whipped your head around to finally look at him for the first time since he had placed his hand on your back at the party and guided you away from your conversation.

he was angry. his jaw rolled at your comment, tongue clicking against his teeth. his index finger tapped against your thigh; if he was at a table, he’d be tapping that instead, rhythmically and with a certain ferocity behind it that meant you were in for it.

you knew what it was that caused him to get in this foul fucking mood. mostly because you had done it on purpose.

sidling up to takeomi to say hello in greeting was one thing. lingering around the older man, sharing a cigarette with him, letting him get you a drink from the open bar and eventually letting his hand wander to your thigh while talking? that was another thing entirely. 

ran had been the one to invite you along to the work party as a plus one. manjiro industries needed to keep up public appearances, after all, and renting out an illustrious party hall for new year’s eve was one good way to keep things under wraps. your caring boyfriend had allowed you to come this year, under the impression that you would cling to him and let him take you home.

instead, you had grinned and made your rounds to the other executives, clad in a tight dress and that thick fur coat he had purchased for you, before taking a seat at takeomi’s table to ‘catch up,’ your words, not his.

ran did not appreciate your complete disregard of him at the dinner. he wouldn’t allow it to go unchecked.

“are you gonna answer me? or are you just going to sit there all quiet like you’re a child? what are we, five?” you hissed at him, trying to tug your thigh out from under his grip, but he curled his fingers tighter into your exposed flesh to prevent you from going anywhere. he said nothing as he used his other hand to turn the car into the parking garage of his high-rise building, veins in his forearm flexing with the movement. you hadn’t realized he hadn’t even put his suit coat back on before leaving, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. you had half a mind to ogle him at the moment, focusing on the fact that you were in fact still mad at him for his silent treatment and for being pulled from a fun party early.

he turned rather quickly into his parking spot, finally letting go of your thigh to put his luxury car in park and get out. you didn’t give him a chance to come around and open the door for you, as he often did. you stepped out of the vehicle, heels clicking along the pavement. he still wouldn’t look at you, not even coming around the car to wait for you. he slung his suit coat over his forearm and tucked his keys into his pocket as he felt around for his keycard, walking ahead of you.

“excuse me? hello? earth to ran? are you seriously going to ignore me now?”

“don’t yell, it echoes in here. you’ll embarrass yourself.”

oh, now you were boiling, hurrying your pace in your heels to catch up to him. “are you being serious? don’t embarrass myself? imagine how i felt when you practically dragged me out of that party! you’re acting like we’re in grade school!”

ran’s brows twitched as he rolled his eyes at you, swiping his keycard in the elevator pad to open the doors and allow you both access. you followed him in, and watched him swipe his keycard yet again to gain access to the top floor where his unit was. 

“i don’t see how i’m the one acting like a child when you did the same shit. what were you thinking, huh? that getting all close to takeomi wouldn’t be such a bad idea?” his voice was rough as he tucked his keycard away in his pocket, cracking his knuckles as your face flared.

ah. this was about you. obviously it was, and you knew it well. your lips twitched before you turned away from him with a huff. “i don’t see an issue with knowing your coworkers, ran. or should i say, your other gang leaders.”

“no? you don’t think so?”

“nope. not at all.”

“final answer?”

“are we on a game show now? lock it in, host!”

“you’re a real fuckin’ brat, little girl.”

you didn’t get a chance to spew another word at him, because the elevator made that sweet chiming noise to let you know you were on the right floor, and ran was all up in your space.

his hand met your lower back and guided you out roughly, making you stumble in your heels. “hey-!”

“enough already. i don’t want to hear any more fucking complaints come from you. no sounds unless you’re crying my name, do you understand me?”

ran moved his hand from your lower back to the nape of your neck as the doors of the elevator closed silently behind you. his fingers dug into your skin as he forced you to look up at him. his eyes were blown and dark in that way that made your whole body feel like it was alight in flames. 

your head bobbed in a yes motion, feeling the way his fingers were twitching against the sides of your neck. ran was pissed, rightfully so, and you were in for it.

he let go of you entirely and tossed his suit jacket over the back of the nearest loveseat, loosening his tie and sliding it off. you stood near the elevator still, dazed and confused, while he took a seat and messed with his tie.

he looked over the back of the couch at you with a glare and a crook of his finger, and you were following immediately, circling to the front of the couch and standing in front of him.

“turn around.”

you blinked down at him before slowly turning away from him. his hands reached up and tugged your fur coat off, tossing it haphazardly to the side and probably to the floor. you felt the rough pads of his fingers between your shoulder blades as he fumbled with the tiny zipper holding your dress up. he tugged it down, down, down, his knuckles ghosting along your spine as he moved, before he was peeling the fabric off of your body and dropping it to the floor to pool around your ankles.

“no panties, either? what, did you want to get slutted out to everyone in the fucking room?”

“no, i-”

“shut up.” he hissed through gritted teeth. “you could be so good if you just fucking listened.”

you stood bare in front of him, back turned to him on the couch. your thighs trembled; you knew that in the dim lighting of the lamps in the living room, ran could see the slick that glistened between your folds. 

he tapped the back of one of your knees and you turned to face him. he’d unbuttoned the top few buttons of his dress shirt, tattoos starting to poke out. he sat up on the couch then and reached up to grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks together and tugging you close. you gasped slightly from the sudden movement, stumbling forward to stand between his knees.

“open.”

you furrowed your brows at him, and he squeezed your cheeks harder.

“i said, open.”

with a tap of his index finger on your cheek, you relented fully, opening your mouth as asked. you expected him to shove his fingers into your mouth, make you gag and choke.

what you didn’t expect was for him to take a brief pause before spitting directly into your mouth. you moaned, a sound you didn’t anticipate to come from your own throat, as the taste of his saliva coated your tongue.

you barely had a moment to think about it before ran’s mouth was on yours, practically devouring you whole as his hands moved to your hips to drag you into his lap.

you went with ease, straddling his waist and wrapping your arms tight around his neck. he hungrily licked into your mouth, tasting the drink that takeomi had gotten for you still on your tongue mixed with his spit.

he pulled back with your bottom lip between your teeth, making you whimper and grip at the short hair at the base of ran’s neck.

“y’such a needy little fuckin’ brat, huh? goin’ out to a party with dangerous men and wearing nothing underneath your little dress. what did you want to happen? wanted one of the other men to grab you and whore you out in front of everyone? in front of the boss?”

he growled practically against your lips as you started to rock against the bulge in his slacks, no doubt leaving a wet patch in your wake. one of his hands moved from your hip, and for a moment you thought he would grab a handful of your tits like he always did, flicking at your nipple and making you keen.

ran, ever the surprising man, brought his hand down on your ass, hard. 

you cried out from the sting and arched your back, tears springing to the corners of your eyes. “r-ran-”

“that’s a good girl, finally saying my name like i asked.” ran hummed against your jaw as he nipped at the skin there, bringing a heavy hand down against your ass again and making you jolt and whine.

suddenly his hands returned to your hips, and he moved you easily down onto the couch cushions, pushing your face into a throw pillow and hiking your hips up high. sometimes you wondered how he had the strength to move you around like you were nothing, but you were in no position to ask him at the moment. you felt dizzy as you hit the couch, hips wriggling and hands scrambling for purchase on the cushions.

you heard the clinking of ran’s belt behind you, feeling the warmed metal of the gucchi logo bump against your thigh as he slid it out of his belt loops. you felt one of his hands slide along your spine, rings dragging along your skin, the other coming down on your other ass cheek and making you yelp.

“brats like you need to be reminded of who you belong to, don’t you think?”

you went to respond, but again, you didn’t get a chance. ran’s two middle fingers swiped through your folds before pushing into your tight hole, scissoring you open roughly and stretching you out. you felt his rings bump against your pussy, the cold metal making you pulse around his digits.

“you get off on making me mad, don’t you? you like when i throw you around and spank this pretty ass?”

you nodded, and heard him stifle a laugh. “of course you do. sluts like you crave attention. that’s why you were all over takeomi tonight. i heard he gets real rough on girls. you want me to be rougher? huh? answer me.”

you were drooling against the pillows as his fingers hooked into you in the right spots, dragging along your gummy walls and filling the large living room with the wet squelching sounds of your cunt. you found it in yourself to nod, head turning to press your cheek into the pillow and try to get a better glimpse of ran bending over your back.

this time, he did laugh, removing his fingers and popping them in his mouth for a taste. you clenched around nothing, feeling so empty without his fingers filling you just right. “all you had to do was ask, brat. you didn’t need to go and make me angry.”

there was a pause as you heard him fumble with the fabric of his slacks, leaving you trembling in front of him. knowing he was still mostly dressed while you were completely nude in front of him almost made you bashful, wanting to shy away from him as he freed his cock and slapped the tip against your clit.

“beg.”

“ran! ran, please, ‘m sorry, shouldn’t have gotten close to ‘omi, jus’ wanted you to be rough, i’m sorry, please fuck me!” the words tumbled from your wet lips so effortlessly, thrumming at the feeling of ran’s cock sliding slowly through your folds as he listened to you whine.

he slapped his hand down against your ass, and you swore the rings on his fingers would leave bruises in the morning with indents of the hard metal bands. he grasped both globes of your ass and spread you open for him, cock pressed up against your dripping hole as he had you exposed in front of him.

you heard him gather spit between his lips before it dripped down onto your pussy, cold and tantalizing, as if he was further lubing you up.

“wanted me to be mean to you? shoulda just said that.”

you babbled incoherently until finally, finally, he popped the head of his cock into your cunt and bullied his long length all the way in. 

you moaned, already starting to shake as he started a rough pace. his hand repeatedly came down on your ass, making you shake and cry out under him. if it was possible, you knew he’d be in your guts.

he filled you perfectly, slamming himself into your sweet spot over and over again. he bent his body over your back, the fabric of his shirt scratching against your skin as he moved one of his hands to shove three fingers into your mouth. he pressed on your tongue and made you gargle and gag around his digits, smiling meanly at your teary face.

“see, brat? this is what happens when you get me mad. this what you needed tonight? just needed to get fucked so hard you can’t see? can’t - fuck - think? squeezin’ me so tight, don’t tell me you wanna cum already.”

you did. his words, the spanking to your ass, it had you spinning and flying close to the edge within minutes. ran was chuckling breathlessly at you, gritting his teeth from how tight you were squeezing his cock.

he fucked into you hard and rough, tip of his cock carving a home inside your tight walls. your ass stung, each smack sending you closer and closer. you choked on his fingers when he pushed them further back into your mouth, almost into your throat.

“fine, slut. go ahead, cream all over my cock. cum. fucking cum.”

you practically screamed. well, you would have, had there not been three fingers in your mouth making you gag and drool all over his hand. your whole body shook as your eyes rolled back, pleasure washing over you like a tsunami’s wave hits the coast.

ran did not stop. he didn’t slow down, not for a second.“we’re not done here. you wanted mean, you’ll get mean.”

#ran haitani x reader #ran x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #♧ — ran haitani #♤ — message from owner

[mtlfanatic]

graves w/ a little dick please🥺🥺

omg omg yes ♡♡

(contents: insecurity, gay shit, dom!gn reader but leaning towards male, nsfw ofc..)

mdni, non-males dni

Graves who has..

a big ego, with an even bigger truck and gun and team and drawl and..-

hes definitely compensating for something.

you and phil have been together for a while now, bordering on four months, yet..you've never been intimate together. not that you mind, of course, maybe he just doesn't wish to move too fast?

but no, no, that's not it.

phil has always been insecure about his size, often avoiding sex to save from the embarrassment. (he has nothing to be embarrassed of, I love him..♡)

but after a while, he's gained some confidence. and so have you.

so you make your move. (nsfw below cut..♡)

stumbling into your barrack and discarding each other's clothes left and right, you two aren't even able to get your hands off of eachother..♡

getting into that shitty little cot that the military provides you all, you're practically on top of phil as you tug down his boxers, and he looks away with a blush, he seems bashful..

he'd expect you to be disgusted, or laughing at him, something like that but he is so wrong, you are incredibly turned on.

kissing down his tummy and squeezing away at the plush of his thighs, his loud and commanding tone brought down to whimpers and pleas to just-- "fuck me already.."

but you, the tease you are, you don't give him what he wants just yet.

wrapping your lips around his sensitive cocklet, the flat of your tongue running over the weeping slit.

his whines and pleas are like music to your ears, he's like a little songbird..♡

he's gripping onto your hair for dear life, trying to grind further into your mouth

he feels like he just died and went to heaven.

his whines and moans pick up, you can tell he's close, begging for release.

he wants that release, no--

he needs it

just as that coil in his tummy tightens, ready to burst..

you stop.

you pull up off of his cock, leaving a trail of spit behind.

he whines and complains-- "the hell was that for?? keep going!"

but you don't. because you're not finished with him yet..♡

©mtlfanatic, please do not repost or copy. reblogs are always appreciated.

#♤ Top Male Reader #♧ Arnoldos asks #☆ Arnoldos anons #◇ Gender Neutral Reader #philip graves #mw2 smut #mw2 #x male reader #graves x male reader #philip graves x male reader #philip graves x reader

[teojira]

(Planet of the apes) Please can you give me anything about Caesar like head cannons a fanfic anything please I am just in the mood for Caesar :(

[Assortment of Caesar headcanons]

Summary: Just random headcanons for Caesar x reader <3

Warnings: Monster/Human romance, angst, can't think of anything else!

A/N: Caesar my BELOVED, I hope these are okay anon! You didn't specify if you wanted romantic or platonic so I'll do a mix of both that you can read as either or! I love my man sm

Caesar is an old man at this point, he's tired. This being said, he is not above pinning you down and resting his entire fucking body weight on you.

You can struggle all you want, you cannot lift him up and you just have to sit there and let him do what he wants. And what he wants is to have 5 minutes of quiet with his favorite human, okay? Let him have this.

Caesar also takes it upon himself to help groom you, parting your hair, scratching at your scalp and checking you for anything, taking your face in his hands and twisting and turning your head every which way.

Very very huge worrier, he worries for you so much and it comes out as anger. He's not mad at you for doing what he seems stupid shit, he's mad because he's scared of you getting hurt and he can't fix it.

He usually won't leave you alone without at least one ape he trusts in the beginning, he's worried about another ape like Koba emerging, so for his sake, please stick around with Maurice.

Maurice loves you by the way, and so does Nova. Since you're immune to the sickness, you're able to freely interact with her, so whenever you're not with Caesar or Cornelius, you're with them.

Caesar watches you alot when you're not looking, especially when you're laughing and smiling with the young girl. It fills his heart with warmth, even more so when you include other apes in on your jokes.

Give him hugs, he'll never admit just how touch starved he is, the only apes he has physical affection with often were Cornelia, Blue eyes and Koba. He won't admit it that he misses it, but he gets a little huffy if you go on to hug Rocket and not him.

You make him feel younger, almost like how he used to be when he was with Will. Yes, he's a leader and he will always predominantly be the collected and righteous leader, but he has his little shit tendencies that come out when he's around you.

I don't care what anyone says, Caesar is asshole at his core, he's just repressed it because he's a leader. He's the kind of person to have a bug in his hand, and gesture for you to open your palm.

"Open your hand."

"...I don't trust you."

"You do trust me, now open."

And then you have a centipede in your hand and you screech and he just smirks and huffs out a laugh.

I've said it before but he is so overprotective, you will not leave the confines of the colony if he can help it.

He knows you're a grown adult, and that you are capable of holding your own but he doesn't care. He much rather have you here when he can keep an eye out for you.

That being said, he will go with you if you're insistent, he has to teach Cornelius how to hunt and fish anyways, so you come with. It's a family day trip:)

Caesar doesn't like guns, but he gives you a pistol, it's a huge sign of trust due to losing his wife and son by them, by being shot by them, and you know he's trusting you with his life.

Speaking of trauma, he littered with it. Sleep doesn't come as easy to him anymore, he's too anxious, to the point you're scared he'll have a heart attack.

The only way you've found that he'll relax enough to sleep is when you and Cornelius are by his side, his arms wrapped around the both of you.

He finds it hard to tell you about Cornelia, especially since you're both teetering on the verge of something more, he feels like he's betraying her, but you reassure him you'll wait for him as long as he needs. Never overstepping any boundary he has.

He loves you, truly he does, he didn't think he could continue on, even with getting everyone to relative safety, but you've always been there, loving not only him, but everyone else around you. He doesn't know what he'd do without you.

#teddy asks ♧ #i love and miss him so much it hurts yall #planet of the apes x reader #planet of the apes #pota #kotpota #caesar x reader #teddy loves apes ☆ #planet of the apes caesar

[de-jaku]

ஓ๑♡๑ஓ —THAT AIN'T SOMETHIN' I WOULD DO—

— HELL NAH ! ♡

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LET YOU SLIDE LIKE IT'S COOL—

— 🥷🏾 HELL NAH ! ♡

fake the truth 🍬 play by rules 🎲 play wit' you 🚫

that ain't somethin' i would do.

#♧ pinned #DE-JAKU #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujitsu kaisen x reader #jjk × reader #best viewed in goth rave bc of the pitch black bg 💯

[delilahcalicocat]

"Childhood Sweethearts"

{Rating: Fluffy as Hell!}

{Warnings: Love, So Much Fluff, Admitting Feelings, Shared Feelings, Kissing}

{WC: Around 600 or 700}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

{Summary: Cody has a crush on Y/N, but thinks she doesn't like him back since she's always jokingly Flirting around with the taken boys backstage, so he admits it in the ring after he wins the Rumble.}

"Do you think she likes me back?!" Cody Asked Seth in Anxious manner

"Codes. Calm down, she tells me all the time that she's got the love bug for you" Seth hums

"HOW CAN WE BE SURE SETH?!" Cody was in full on Panic mode

{After Cody wins the rumble}

"Alright, I know I've won the rumble twice, but if a Very Special Wrestler Named (Y/N) would please come to the ring that would be nice.." Cody Said

Your Music Hit and you walked out to the ring, you got in the ring and looked confused

He sighs and admits all his feelings, about how he loves you and has since you two met in WWE

"I'm sorry if you don't-"

"Oh My god! Codes! I've felt the same way about you I was just scared to say it!" You say

"Wait- Really?" He questions

"Yeah! I love you so much Cody!" You admit

A few seconds pass and he kisses you, the crowd goes insane over this, even the commentary was going wild

"That felt kinda nice actually after the years-" Cody admits with a blush to his cheeks

"Can't deny it" you giggle

#{♡}delilah's fics{♧} #wwe #wwe fanfiction #cody rhodes #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes fic

[abiiors]

for small blurbs if u don’t mind anythinggg with george and bbf!reader i am truly obsessed xx

thanks for requesting bbf!george, i love him sm <33 since i mentioned aftercare at the end of truth or dare, that’s the blurb i’ll do hehe.

some allusions to smut, so minors dni!!

the first thing you realise is that you wake up in someone’s embrace. the second thing you realise is that someone is george. 

george. in your bed. naked.

not like you’re clothed either. and yet you lift up the blanket just to double check. yep, absolutely stark naked. you quickly close your eyes again, remembering the events of last night, the game of truth or dare, you challenging george. the kiss. and what followed after. 

almost as if on cue, your body makes you aware of the stinging sensation between your thighs, the soreness you feel in the lower half of your body. you try to get up and george’s hold on you tightens. 

in the light of the morning, he looks different. or rather it’s the fact that you’ve never seen him sleeping before. his face is soft, his messy, bleached hair fall on his forehead, all while his lips are parted. george breathes evenly—still asleep. so you turn to properly face him, losing yourself in the moment, in the thoughts of last night. 

absently you trace a finger on the bridge of his nose, straight down to trace it along his cupids bow and then his bottom lip before moving it up along his jawline. he’s so beautiful. so perfect.  

when you look down at yourself, you find a tattooed arm circling your waist as george snuggles more into you. 

“you’re staring,” he speaks suddenly, startling you. “good morning, sweetheart,” george smiles, a mischievous, sleepy grin that instantly brightens his face even when his eyes are closed. 

and if you thought his regular voice was hot, his morning voice has all sorts of butterflies swarming in your belly. it’s deeper than usual and scratchy from disuse. it’s all around you just like his scent is. just like he is. 

“only because you were drooling on my pillow,” you retort, trying to hide the heat creeping up your face. this was just a one night stand. no need to read too much into it. 

“sureee,” he drawls and opens his eyes. they are soft and full of light.

george stares at you unabashedly, assessing your face for something—what that is, you haven’t figured out yet but before you have the chance to ask, george speaks again. 

“how do you feel? any pain? discomfort?” 

you try to move around a little to assess the situation, hissing a bit at the discomfort. “a little,” you respond, “but not too bad. i’ll live.”

at that he rolls his eyes. “don’t sass me, healy. what kind of a man would i be if i didn’t take care of you after your first time?” 

you sputter out a response, a very clever “uh-huh”. you hate to admit it, but hearing him talk about sex—especially about sex with you—feels disarming. and then there’s the matter of the crush. 

something you still haven’t admitted to him. and you know it’s a bad idea, to pretend you’re only interested in sex when you actually have feelings for him but the thought of pursuing a proper relationship with him feels like a weight on your shoulders. 

not now. now isn’t the time. 

“what’s going on in there?” george interrupts your tiny spiral, tapping your forehead before he sits up properly. 

the blanket falls off him, landing around his hips and giving you a clear view of his chest—the clusters of freckles all over his shoulders, the thin dusting of hair on his chest, leading down to his stomach, the v of his abdomen, until it disappears under the blanket. just like the thoughts in your head 

“nothing,” you reply hastily, trying to hide your flaming face.

“you are so cute when you blush,” he teases, leaning in before capturing you mouth in an unexpected kiss. sweet, soft, full of something you can’t—won’t—put a name to. it makes the face-flaming situation ten times worse. 

when he pulls back, laughing again, you bury your face into the pillow—half out of mortification and half so he could get dressed in peace. there’s no way you can handle seeing him naked right now without wanting to jump his bones again. and something about the pain and discomfort makes it abundantly clear that you’re not ready for round two just yet. 

george clears his throat once he’s done and tosses your clothes onto the bed. “gotta use the loo,” he announces. privacy for you to get dressed. 

coincidentally, his cheeks also look pink. 

when george comes back, you’re sitting on the bed, fully dressed and massaging your stomach a little. the pain is already ebbing away but you imagine it would take a bit. 

“let’s get breakfast,” he propositions and you stare at him with slight disbelief. 

“yeah sure george, let’s walk out of the house hand in hand. let’s discuss last night with friends too, while we’re at it…”

george rolls his eyes. “alright, smartarse. i was going to suggest we sneak out the window. wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

that does make you giggle. it certainly wouldn’t be the first time and the thought fills you up with warmth. 

“yeah fine, danes. okay. but if i fall…”

“yeah, yeah, yeah, i know,” he finishes, then places a hand over his heart. “wouldn’t let you get hurt, sweetheart. ever.” 

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