#'hm. really bold of them to focus of that right now'

[minweber]

Never thought I’d say something like that, but the drama of space robot politics in this show doesn't quite measure up to the drama of those teenage girls’ romance.

#which isn't to say that it's not good #it's just that during that dramatic earth episode I found myself thinking #'hm. really bold of them to focus of that right now' #also the world building in this show is quite nice #especially all the 'zero g as part of daily life' stuff #that's neat #I also admit that the 17/21 years thing has completely flown over my head #my excuse is that I am watching big sittings at the end of workdays #but I suspect that I am hardly the only one who fell for it #great setup and execution #ALSO also I gotta say that I sort of knew about the franchise's reputation going in #but still there was a lot of moments where I had to pause to stop and say #'hm. that's fucked up' #in a good way tho #anyway I am not done yet #can you guess which episode ending prompted this post #Gundam #gundam witch from mercury #witch from mercury #suletta mercury #miorine rembran

[angelltheninth]

hiya! could I request twst housewardens and close proximity? like getting stuck in a closet together, forced to work together on a project...all that jazz. ty n take care!

Close and forced proximity in this case cause I couldn't decide.

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, stuck together, kissing, study date, flirting, playful biting

A/N: I would cling onto them all day and never let go, they're all so precious.

Riddle wants to study. That's literally it, it wasn't supposed to be a study date. No, really, it's purely a coincidence that he's at the library at the same time as you, but... as long as he's here he might as well help you study. Your grades are abysmal, how can a girl like you be part of his dorm? You need to focus on your tests, not flirting with him. Or else you won't have free time to spend with him over summer break.

Leona is stuck in detention class with you. Now how did a cutie like you get in trouble hm? You might not be as good as you lead people to believe. Is it that you need a partner in crime to make you more comfortable with that side of you, because he can make you into a very bad girl. How? Well a good girl wouldn't be making out on top of a classroom desk. A good girl wouldn't be making such dirty sounds for him when he pulls you close and growls into your ear, telling you how he can't wait to get out of here with you and have some real fun.

Azul all but cornered you after class, telling you how he wants to spend some time with you. It's been a long time since you've been together one-on-one. Come on, are you saying you don't miss your boyfriend when you were the one texting him until late into the night. He almost wanted to sneak into you dorm from how cute you were. But you have time to be alone now, all you need to do is follow him into his office.

Kalim panics when it's your turn to get into the closet with him. It's just a silly party game, he shouldn't be so shy around his girlfriend. He knows what people usually do in there, and he is definitely not going that far now. There's a time limit and he would rather take his time with you and make sure you're taken proper care of, given the right amount of attention. Kissing is fine, you can even leave lipstick marks on his skin, that should get some stories going.

Vil actually doesn't mind having you all to himself in this classroom. Not the ideal place to have a date. But you can still sit in his lap while you do homework together. It might be hard to focus when you grind back on him like you seem to like to do. You know what that will do right? He's not walking out of the classroom in that kind of state. Maybe being so close to you was mistake, he's given you too much power over him in this moment.

Idia takes big breaths to try to calm down. There's not much room inside a locker but it was the only thing he could think off at the top of his head. It would have been bad if you were caught with your clothes all messy and in his lap in the classroom. You need to quiet down with your breathing or you'll get caught. Oh, it's because of his flames. He honestly didn't think about how hot it would get in such a small space. Well... he can always help you keep quiet.

Malleus deliberately asked for only one bed for this trip. Your touchstarved boyfriend isn't hiding his needs to be close to you anymore. Now that you're a couple he wants any excuse to be close to you. You always get so cute when he hugs you when you're in the same bed as him. Bold of you he won't take advantage of that whenever he can. He needs to tease his cute girlfriend whenever the opportunity shows itself.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland fluff #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst fluff #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader

[kissitbttr]

eddie earns his first blowjob from his mean cheerleader girlfriend

warning: 18+, oral receiving, insecure eddie,

a/n: this was requested but i lost the ask lmao, enjoy. also not really that filthy xx

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sex has never been his forte,

sure he jerks himself off and has a pile of porn magazines stacked underneath his bed but never actually experienced… sex.

girls aren’t exactly lining up to be getting dicked down by him. not when you’re the town freak. if anything, they avoid him like a plague. the only time girls want to be around eddie is just so that he can give them free greens and nothing else. he’s not stupid, he can tell what their true intentions are.

so when y/n came into his life. he has no idea what to expect. obviously, she’s far more experienced and skilled when it comes to it and it makes him feel slightly insecure. and jealous too. because he knows all of her exes were handsome jocks who probably scored more than twenty girls in their lives. no doubt that they had given her so much pleasure than he could possibly offer.

he wants to make her feel good. he really does.

“so, steve and robin gave me these” she pulls up two DVDs and show them to him. “evil dead and carrie. which one do you like best?”

he cocks an eyebrow, eyes switching between the two films. “i thought you wanted chick flicks or something like that?”

she shrugs, deciding to put evil dead on the player. “horror movies make me horny. and what better way to watch it than with my favorite man, hm?”

he chuckles nervously when she shoots him a wink and a smile. flirtatious one. “usually girls get horny when they see porn. but oh, not you. pretty fucked up if i might say.”

“you love it” she responds, crawling beside him as they both lay comfortably on her bed. “how’s your day, baby”

he puffs out a long exaggerated breath. “kind of shit, ms.O'Donnell been up my ass about the last assignment. she wanted me to re-do it.”

“aw that sucks” she pouts, running her fingers through his hair. “want me to beat her up for you?”

“no, i’m good” he laughs, not wanting her to do something that’ll damage her academics. the thing is about y/n, when she says something along the lines of ‘beating someone up’ you better not take it lightly.

because she will do it.

“too bad. I’d love to see her blood pouring out of those nostrils.” she sighs, plopping her head down on his chest as she hooks her leg with his. his arm wraps around her body protectively. “the offer still stands.”

“hey, enough of that would ya?” he kisses the crown of her head, smiling to himself. “as sexy as it is to see you get violent, the consequences will be ten times worse if you punch a teacher.”

“just gotta wait till graduation then.” she innocently replies, finger drawing circles on his chest.

halfway through the movie, eddie is trying his best to keep his focus on the plot. but she’s making it so hard for him to do so. she continuously shifts her weight on him, ‘accidentally’ brushing against his hard shaft with an innocent ‘oops’ every time she does it.

they’ve been together for almost a month and he hasn’t gotten used to the effect she has on him. it’s frustrating how he can’t control his thoughts and clammy palms whenever she puts her hands on his body.

“you okay?” she wonders, looking up at him with her doe eyes and playful smile. “you feel so tense, teddy”

“y-yeah” he stammers as his focus remains fixed on the screen. “just uhm, peachy”

peachy?? who the fuck says that?!

she hums in response, moving her mouth to attach itself on his neck with fingers moving down south to softly palm him over the thick material of his pants. he takes in a deep breath at the touch, finding it more difficult to think straight with her lips on him.

“y/n” he calls her softly, hand gripping tightly around her waist as he feels himself grow even more. “sweetheart i-“

she shushes him. “you look so good right now i have to do something eds.” her tongue licks a bold stripe on the skin, pushing her chest against his, “we can take turns later, yeah?”

he gulps, body melting under her touch. “s-shit, y/n wait, wait!“ he suddenly exclaims, freeing himself from her grip

y/n frowns when eddie pushes her lightly. feeling annoyed why he’s like that towards her.

“eddie what the fuck?! do you not want me to suck your cock?” she harshly asks, then a sudden realization hits her. “are you fucking another bitch behind my back, munson?!”

he wide-eyed her as she crosses her arm, ready to kill him at that exact moment. “what? no! w-what makes you think I’m cheating on you?!”

“who is it?” she shoots immediately. “Julia from the cheer team or that fucking weird four-eyed wendy’s looking motherfucker at loves to stare at you across the hall?!”

eddie is confused. he doesn’t even know who she’s talking about, let alone a wendy-looking girl that keeps staring at him. how does she even know that?

he shakes his head furiously, wrapping her hands in his grasp to reassure her.“no! oh god y/n, of course not! . i only got my eyes for my girl, you know that. plus, Julia? she hates me and my friends, why would you even think of her?”

“then what’s going on!” she groans, moving to kneel in front of him as he sits up straight. “every time we make out or when i try to suck you off, you’d push me away. are you not attracted to me, anymore?”

“princess, believe me when i say this has nothing to do with you! of course I’m still attracted to you.” he says, looking at her in the eye. “shoot me in the head if i decided to leave you for another woman, i give you the permission.”

“okay, so what is it?” her voice turns soft. “you can tell me.”

sooner or later, of course, eddie has to tell her the truth. he hates having to keep secrets from her, but it’s embarrassing. who the hell wants to date a virgin? if she found out about that, she’d look at him differently. and he doesn’t want to lose her. not when things start to get better for him,

she notices how his eyes drop down to his lap, fiddling with his fingers as he removes his hands from hers. this causes her eyebrows to knit in concern.

“baby? what’s going on” she reaches out to softly pat her thumb across his cheek,

“it’s pretty embarrassing” he lowly chuckles,

“it’s not if it got you all worked up like this. come on, It’s your girl.” she ducks her head down a bit to take a look at his features,

he exhales. “well you know it’s just that i…” he trails off, “never had sex before..”

“what?!” she sounds genuinely surprised. “you’re a virgin?”

he nods, slowly looking up to meet her eyes. “yeah. it’s why i have been so… weird. I’m sorry. i know you expected more from me.”

seeing him get so vulnerable and embarrassed because of that makes her heart break. that’s why he’s been avoiding her touch? god, this man is so precious she feels like she’s going to pass out.

“eddie, you don’t have to be sorry for being … inexperienced. there’s nothing wrong with that. and ‘expected more’? baby, you are already enough for me.” she cradles his face to get him to look at her. “do you think i care about whether you’re a virgin or not? because i don’t.”

“well, you’ve been with those guys before, right? i bet they made you feel good. and i want to do that too. perhaps even better.”

oh her heart is about to leap out of her chest.

“made me feel good? they thought they were doing something. i had to fake it because they barely knew how to do it”. she rolls her eyes, earning a small laugh from him.

“plus, i think it’s cute that no one has ever touched you before.” she giggles, pressing a kiss on his nose,

“well i don’t want to be cute! i want to be hot. for you” he grumbles, frowning like a small child.

“you are, baby” she giggles, even more, shaking her head at this adorable man. “so cute and hot, you make my head spin and panties drop. not a day goes by that i do not think of you”

“you mean that?” his voice small. “because you don’t have to say that just because I’m your boyfriend.”

“i meant every word. do you know how many girls i had to threaten and slammed against the wall for eyeing you? countless.”

“you never told me that…”

“not important” she waves her hand in an attempt to change the subject. “now… how about i make you feel good, hm?”

she moves to put her weight on top of him, putting her legs on either side of his thighs. his heart is beating a mile per minute the moment she sits there. having no idea where to place his hands, he just place them next to her knees.

there’s a twinkle of lust across her eyes, the straps of her blue nightgown falling down her shoulders. long messy hair tucks on the either side of her neck

“but i want to make you feel good too. make you cum on my fingers” he struggles to say each word when her hand begins to untie the strings of his sweatpants.

“we have plenty of time to do that, but … i think my boyfriend deserves it more. don’t you think?”

“well... only if you want to” he's being shy, cheeks red and it drives her mad how cute he's being with her

“of course, i want to.” his pants are pulled now down on his thighs and his cock springs free. “would you let me take care of you?”

he nods frantically, becoming putty underneath her bedroom eyes as she slowly wraps her soft palm around the base of his hard shaft. eddie had never thought her eye contact is strong enough to make his body tremble.

“f-fuck, sweetheart” he blows a sigh of pleasure when she goes down to lick the tip, humming to herself when she finally got a taste of him,

he watches every move she makes. afraid that if he misses just one second, he will regret it. it still doesn't feel real to him. having the prettiest girl in Hawkins as his girlfriend going down on his cock. with a sweet, innocent look decorating her features, enough to make him cream already. but he's holding it.

dear god, he's trying to hold it.

”not even halfway through but you taste so good to me already” she smiles with her tongue still out, he catches a glimpse of her piercing and almost lets out a moan. ”and you have been hiding this from me? not nice”

the minute she slips his cock into her mouth, he's a goner already. brown eyes lulling onto the back of his head with a soft grunt following. she drags her tongue slowly from the base of his shaft, all the way up before closing her mouth around the reddening tip. keeping her eyes on him as she goes, who seems to be having a hard time trying to compose himself.

a devilish smile appears on her face, and her freshly manicured hand reaches out to give his balls a soft squeeze. he flinches at the sudden contact, groaning and moaning when she works on her tongue around him.

”does that feel good, eds?” she checks on him to make after pulling her mouth off. making sure he’s enjoying every moment. coating the tip with her spit before she spreads it with her thumb, ”like having my mouth on you?”

he can only nod to answer, his body is consumed by too much euphoria to give her a verbal response. chest raising with a heavy breath every time her fingers tip-toeing over the sensitive skin. balling his fists so hard, he wouldn't be surprised if his fingernails create a dent in his palms,

”use your words, come on” she moves her hand up and down the stiff flesh with a soft grip, watching his mouth fall open.

”fuck yes. it feels so good b-baby please... don't stop, please” he begs in between breaths, almost sounding like a squeak. eddie finally opens up his eyes to gaze back at her. giving her, his best pleading look, ”i wanted your mouth for so long”

”good boy” with that, she slides his cock back into her wet mouth. while her other hand runs up and down his thigh, sending a light shiver down his spine and arising goosebumps on his skin

eddie's fingers are curling up against the sheets. a strangled noise leaving his throat when the sight of her breasts almost spilling out from the dress. looking like a proper porn star.

he thinks he might actually pass out from this. the velvety insides of her mouth make his head spin and her tongue never seemed to stop teasing the tip. his legs are tense and she can see it from the corner of her eye. she’s taken by surprise when his hips accidentally bucking up, hitting the back of her throat.

”shit, s-sorry about that, sweetheart” he softly tells her, earning a squeeze on his thigh from her as a reassurance that it's okay.

he feels his body is blazing. he can't exactly describe it but it feels so good. pure bliss blooms inside of him when she continues to bob her head up and down. and fuck, eddie doesn't want to cum just yet. but he can't take it anymore. not when she peers up at him through her lashes, still with that innocent look on her face. or when she reaches out to squeeze his heavy balls of cum.

it gets even more harder when she sinks further, moaning around his cock because the sweet, sweet taste of him is creating an excitement that bubbles in her stomach

“f-fuck, fuck. i'm cumming” he rushes, thinking that she might pull away but she only wraps her lips tighter around him. sucking even harder until he releases it all. thick, white string of cum falling in her mouth and painting her tongue. eddie cries out in pleasure, screwing his eyes shut.

his fingers slowly start to loosen the grip around the sheets, his breath going steady, and relaxes both his legs.

she pops off of him, brushing a finger in the corner of her mouth to swipe his remaining. not wanting it to go to waste. “you're so adorable” with a giggle, she plops herself next to him, “how was it?”

“fucking amazing” he laughs breathlessly, rubbing his face up and down with his hands before facing her. a lopsided smile tugging her lips. ”god you were so good with it, I thought I was going to die”

“never heard that one before” she snickers playfully, making herself comfortable underneath the duvet. cuddling up to him. “you tasted so good too, what's the secret?”

he pretends to think while pulling herself close to him. “cheerios and cigarettes”

she swats his chest with the back of her hand, making him laugh. ”I'm gonna make you some real food. my man needs to have the stamina if he's planning to fuck me with his cock.”

he freezes, leaning back slightly to take a good look at her face to see if she's pulling his leg. “what?”

“you heard me.” her voice is stern but also playful. “you're gonna fuck me into oblivion and I will guide you through it if I have to. and we're not stopping until you make both of my legs shake that i can’t fucking walk to school tomorrow.”

eddie is certain he's in heaven right now

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie things #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader

[unrequitedloveletter]

Hi! Can I request a kenji x fem!reader where kenji is always confident and bold but with the reader he’s always nervous cause he likes her and she’s oblivious, plus a fluffy love confession. Thank you so much!!

Coffee- K.K x fem! reader

hi! I am SO SORRY for how late this is releasing--I had a really shitty august in terms of motivation and then the first day of september devolved into the worst day of the past few months very quickly, but I am determined to write all of my requests and give myself a bit of downtime before the fall event releases three fridays from now!

I did end up doing part of this in the headcanon format because it's just easier on me mentally right now, but I did turn the love confession into a fic because doing that in that way made sense to me where describing the lead up didn't, which I hope makes up for the fact that I chose to write it the way I did! I hope you enjoy and again, I am so sorry for the delay with this.

Fic type- this is just. there is so much fluff.

Warnings- hints at a coffee dependency, a mention of the reader constantly feeling the need to be productive even on days off (the reader says that they need to learn that days off can be used to rest, and says that it's not funny anymore) and a mention of Elton Johns book "Me" if that also counts.

okay, so!

Juliette notices it first

She sees how Kenji becomes around you and then she and Warner compare it to how he is with other people

there's a lot of "he's a dick when he's around everyone else," and "He likes her! That's really sweet! Oh, we should get them together."

Juliette Ferrars would be the ultimate wing woman and you cannot convince me otherwise

Meanwhile, every time someone points out something nice about you Kenjis entire attitude is like: "yeah she's pretty. like really pretty. like effortlessly pretty. and I love the sound of her voice. and the way that her eyes look in the sun. and what of it??"

and then he's like "am I falling in love?? is this what love is??" five or six weeks into the crush

Ten or eleven weeks and he's accepted it but has moved into the "she'll never like me back," stage.

Meanwhile, every damn time he smiles at you your heart starts racing and you just kind of freeze up a little, but you're at the same place he is--you don't think he likes you back and that he never could.

there's even a point where, standing next to you and able to sense your emotions, Warner just goes "hm. You and Kenji are looking at each other and feeling the same lovey-dovey feeling."

to be fair to you, you were a few glasses deep into the white wine and every time you looked at Kenji all you could focus on were the depths of his eyes. we're blaming the drunken haze for your obliviousness in this instance

There comes a point, as there always is with falling in love, where Kenji feels like he'll be single and forever alone unless he tells you how he feels, so he decides to do it.

Kenji finds you in the living room of your townhouse early on a Saturday morning, the townhouse having been a spot you'd coveted as it had belonged to a relative before things took off with the Resistance and everyone was still living within the sectors and under the rule of Aarons father. Juliette and Aaron had insisted you take it with the return of democracy and, selfishly, you had.

You were in a sweater that Kenji had forgotten he'd given to you at one point or another, a pair of sweatpants, and had a throw blanket draped loosely over your legs, a book in hand and the lamp on to allow yourself a bit of light to read.

"Hey," Kenji had greeted, the nerves kicking in before he'd had the chance to stop them. "Catching up on some reading, I see. What's the book?"

"A memoir by a guy who used to sing a lot?" You said, glancing at the cover again. "Elton John. His autobiography. It's a decent read so far, so I'll be sticking with it, which is nice. Loads of books were burned by the Reestablishment but I found this one in the physical library."

"The libraries are being reopened? That's incredible," Kenji said. "Also, how on earth can you be tired right now? It's barely seven in the morning and you're typically up with the sun as it is."

"I am allowed to be tired," you said defensively, throwing a throw pillow at Kenji and letting the book sit, somewhat forgotten in your lap.

"Did Juliette and Warner ask you to look after their dog yesterday?" Kenji asked, catching the pillow and throwing it back at you with a laugh.

"Gardening," you said. "I was gardening during the morning, and then Juliette and I took a walk that ended up being three fucking hours long, and then I offered to walk their dog. I need to learn that days off can be used to rest. It's not funny anymore."

Kenji laughed at you lightly, coming to sit next to you on the couch. "I have something to confess," he said.

"Do all of your confessing," you responded. "As long as you promise to make me coffee and give me a--strictly platonic, as Winston would grudgingly point out if he were here, while Brendan looked at me like I was an oblivious fool--forehead kiss."

Kenji laughed, wrapped an arm around you as you pressed your head against his shoulder.

"I'm in love with you," he said. "I am so in love with you, in fact, that every time I see you I become a bashful idiot, to use Warners words."

You grinned, part of yourself giving way to disbelief as you looked at him.

"And you came here, and you told me this at seven am?" You asked. "I mean, I love you too, Kenji, so much so that thinking of you while I'm meant to be working renders me nearly useless--seven in the morning? When I'm tired and I spent a solid fifteen seconds complaining about how yesterday was, when, aside from the foot pain from all of the walking, it was actually an amazing day?"

"Yep," Kenji said, popping the p with a shrug of his shoulders. "I love you and your complaints."

You grinned a bit more, let your eyes flutter closed as Kenji pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm going to make us coffee," Kenji said, his lips ghosting near your forehead. You decidedly didn't care about the coffee anymore--just wanted to be with him, but you didn't say it. On days like that one, Kenji was typically just as coffee reliant as you were.

You let Kenji go, opening your eyes and going back to your book as you realized that you were still grinning.

You found yourself unsure that you'd ever stop, but when you felt another kiss dropped to the back of your head and an "I love you," whispered near your ear, you found that it was something you didn't mind as long as Kenji was with you.

#kenji kishimoto #kenji kishimoto x reader #shatter me

[writingtoforgetreality]

Tin Can (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: A battle didn't go as planned when someone ran you over with full force. Realizing his mistake, a certain Mandalorian made it his mission to bring you to safety.

Warnings: none, i think (it's been a while since i last tagged my fics), language and humor?

The deafening battle around you restricted your hearing. While you felt your heartbeat thumping in your ears, you couldn't discern anything else. A huge disadvantage during a fight. Your periphery allowed you to notice bodies flying all over the place. It was only a matter of time until they reached you. They? Who were they anyway? At this point, you were completely clueless. Who could you trust and, most importantly, who should you attack?

Natural instinct yelled at you to turn around and so you did. Unfortunately, your reflexes weren't qualified enough to dodge the next blow. And shit, that hurt. Whoever had the brilliant idea to choose you as their next victim sure packed one hell of a punch. For a second, breathing was nearly impossible. Lungs felt as if someone was squeezing them. Your head shook briefly to rid yourself of the sudden dizziness.

One hand lifted itself to your face to shield your eyes from the blasting suns painting the sky. Once the dark spots blurring your vision faded, you could focus again. The figure in front of you received sharp edges and clear lines. You made out who exactly was in front of you. It might not have been your smartest move, yet you couldn't help but scoff.

"Is that all you got, tin can?" you groaned through gritted teeth, brushing off the sand as you got back on your feet.

"I'm a Mandalorian." echoed his deep voice. While his helmet limited your sight of his face, the position of his visor, the slight tilt, betrayed him. Status, you answered in your head, connecting the dots. He wanted you to view him as some higher-up.

You eyed him from head to toe, eyebrows raising in the process. "Well...obviously."

"You aren't scared." though it was a statement rather than a question, you could sense the confusion in between the lines.

"Are you about to kill me?"

"...No?"

"Why should I be scared then?" you left him speechless. A smirk spread over your lips, satisfied to have this effect on him. "Besides..." you paused shortly, redirecting your line of sight. "Somebody traveling with a green little guy doesn't look all too intimidating to me."

"He could easily kill you."

"Hm." you pretended to think really hard. "Guess I'm lucky then, huh?"

"Are you aware of the battle around you or-?" a smile was detectable in his words.

"Oh, very much so. Thanks by the way." you motioned to your side, signaling that he did, in fact, hurt you while running you over.

"You can't just stand in a battlefield."

"Bold of you to assume I was just standing there without doing shit." you mumbled.

A loud explosion to your right gained your attention. Exchanging a quick glance, a silent, unspoken promise was established. Nodding your head, more for yourself than for anyone else, you positioned yourself with your blasters at the ready. It was only then when you scarily concluded that, next to a Mandalorian, you were as good as dead. Hell, you didn't even have a single piece of armor while he was decked with beskar. Whole body protected with the confidence of staying unharmed. Long story short: you were screwed.

Nobody was running towards you so you took the chance to speak up.

"Um? Tin can?"

"What?" he appeared more than pissed at your silly nickname but you had no time to elaborate on that right now. If you survived, he wouldn’t hear the end of it, though. That much you’d make sure of.

"You don't happen to have any more of that armor, do you?"

His shoulders visibly tensed and, as if he hadn't spared a second thought to it before, he faced you with shock. There weren't many options. You could fight and risk your life. Though, risking in that context meant a full-blown suicide mission. You could use the Mandalorian as a shield. Or...you could run. As much as you despised the latter, it seemed like the most logical choice. A modulated voice from your left halted your inner turmoil.

"Follow me." it wasn't a question. Not a suggestion, either. It was a demand. And though you did find humor in this situation, you were the first one to admit that you were scared. Terrified, even.

He sprinted off, making sure to cast one last glance over his shoulder, silently signaling to you to follow his footsteps. You didn't need to be told twice. Trailing close behind the dents his heavy boots left in the sand, you eventually reached a spaceship. His, you figured. The model wasn't the newest or most progressive one you had seen but it was better than nothing. Thick metal doors unsealed in front of you and allowed you a first glimpse inside. Quickly, you walked up the ramp into what you hoped to be a safe place. At least for the time being. Only when the doors shifted and locked themselves could you relax and breathe freely again.

You were about to start a mundane conversation to dissolve the tension but before you had the chance to utter the first word, your knees buckled and you fell to the floor ungracefully. A sharp hiss left your tight lips. It was enough for the Mandalorian to focus solely on your hunched figure. He didn't quite know what to do or how to handle the situation. Awkwardly he got to a kneeling position and extended his hands, without having the intention to actually touch you.

"I'm fine." you breathed out, shutting your eyes.

"Mhm." his acknowledgment sounded funny through the barricade of his helmet. Maybe you were turning insane. Or maybe, and that was more plausible, you were simply close to falling unconscious. Apparently, the pain was worse than you had originally thought.

"Hey." it was his voice again, cutting through the white noise buzzing around you. Your eyes snapped open, shaken out of your reverie. "There you are." he mumbled and were it not for your surroundings to be eerily quiet, you'd have missed it.

Swimming the fine line between passing out and staying awake, you barely perceived his skilled glove-covered hands working on your injury. No internal bleedings and no fractioned ribs. Though they were badly bruised and sprained. Time was what you needed now. There was no way you were able to waltz out of his ship without any problems. Not for a few weeks. The Mandalorian, after carefully carrying you to his usual sleeping place, released a long, exhausted sigh. Making sure that you were out cold, he stripped his helmet over his head. He placed it on the small table next to him. His hands ruffled through his hair, going through every possibility. Sure, he could bring you somewhere safe, somewhere you could rest before heading out into the vast galaxy again. At the same time, there was guilt sitting in the pit of his stomach. Were it not for him attacking you, which was uncalled for he now realized, you wouldn’t have been injured in the first place. To make things even, he planned on keeping you around for a while longer. Just until you were fully healed again.

Whining sounds ripped you from your dreamless sleep. The first sensation you were aware of was the throbbing in your side. Slowly, bits and pieces of the day before returned to you. Blinking away the tiredness, you took in the room you were occupying. Still the ship the Mandalorian offered for your safety. Rolling your head to your side, too afraid to worsen the pain if you moved too much, you released a surprised gasp. The little green guy from yesterday, you noted. He couldn’t actually kill you, right? That statement was merely a joke…right?

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” the now familiar modulated voice redirected your attention. Wearing that much armor all day long must be tiring.

“Thank you.” you choked out, realizing that your throat was uncomfortably dry. The man hovering above you silently dismissed you. “No. I mean it. Thank you.”

“For what?” a pained chuckle could be heard. “Hurting you?"

“Well.” slow movements brought you to a sitting position. But not without a few moans of displeasure. “There was a battle going on. It was hard to figure out who was on which side. I’d have attacked you too if I were to see you first.”

“Yeah?” you could practically see his raised eyebrows and the features of disbelief under the helmet.

“No.” you admitted right away. “I’d have turned around to run away. You really think I’d fight against all of…this?” arms flailed around you, motioning to the man who stopped whatever he was doing to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure out how smart you actually are.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you didn’t even try to hide how offended you were.

“You were in the middle of a battlefield.” he pointed out, leaning his body against a nearby wall, arms crossing over his chest. “Without any form of protection.”

“I had m-“ your weak attempt got cut off by his much stronger voice.

“Don’t say you had your blasters with you. These things?” long strides made their way over to where he positioned all your stuff the previous night. He picked one of your weapons up, turning it around in his hands before putting it back to its previous place. “The fact that they’re even called blasters-“

“Excuse me, I’m not a Mandalorian. I don’t have the credits to buy fancy weapons or armor.”

“That has nothing to do with being a Mandalorian.” he cleared up, thinking you cared for whatever reason he was about to present to you.

“Who cares?” strangely, you felt the need to defend yourself in front of him. Like you had to come up with excuses why you didn’t own everything that was part of his day to day life. “Whatever…Thanks again for letting me stay. I’ll be on my way.”

“Oh no. You can’t.” his words stopped you in your tracks. Raised eyebrows showed that you were awaiting an explanation. “Your ribs are sprained. You haven’t seen the bruises yet. They’ll get worse in the next few days. You should stay until you’re healed.”

“No.” there was no way you would stay here with a stranger. It wasn’t like the circumstances of your meeting were overly pleasant. “I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with worse.”

Not sure how to reply, the Mandalorian simply watched as you tried to stand up with your own strength. He expected you to be in more pain than yesterday. That was the way of those injuries. They didn’t just vanish after some hours. No matter how you tended to them. Feeling his eyes, well…his visor, on you, your head snapped up. If looks could kill, he’d have turned to ashes right here.

“Come on. Say it.” you urged while rolling your eyes.

“Just stay here until you’re no longer in pain.”

“How am I supposed to trust you, huh?” your head tilted to one side in contemplation. “You were the one who hurt me, after all.”

“Five minutes ago, you said I couldn’t have known who the enemy was.”

“Five minutes ago, I didn’t know that I didn’t like you.” it was childish bickering, you were aware. But the frustration cursing through your body got the best of you and you couldn’t swallow down your emotions.

“You don’t have to like me.” the Mandalorian started. “The second you feel better, I’ll bring you back there. Or wherever you want to go.”

“Hm.” considering his offer, you ultimately agreed on it. Still, you would stay cautious. “Deal. Just one more question.”

“Go for it.”

“Tame your green child. I don’t wanna have it wake me up.”

“I can do that.” an unfamiliar noise reached your ears. He was laughing. “Anything else?”

“I’m (Y/N).” it dawned on you that you hadn’t introduced yourself properly.

“Alright, (Y/N).” he tested how your name rolled off his tongue. He’d have lied if he said he didn’t enjoy the sound of it. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in the cockpit.”

“Wait!” you yelled after him before his figure could vanish behind a corner. Turning around yet again, he came to a halt, his body language giving nothing away. “You didn’t tell me your name.”

“Um.” there was an inner argument going on, you could tell. “Just Mando is fine.”

“Mando?” now it was your turn to try his name. “You know what? I prefer tin can.”

“Whatever.” his eyes rolled in the back of his skull and you couldn’t see it but you could picture it.

A small smile made its way onto your face. Maybe it won’t be too bad to stay here for a while.

~cathy <3

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[willsimpforanyone]

ANY CONNOR STOLL SMUT I BEG OF U

thank you for your patience, i will do my best!! this is gonna be she/her reader x he/him connor

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"Connor, I swear to the gods."

The sweatpants and t-shirt I'd laid on the bed had vanished. Since I didn't move them, no one else was in the apartment and I could hear giggling coming from the living room, I made a safe assumption.

Towel wrapped tight around me and hair dripping on the back of my neck, I stomped into the living room. Connor was sat on the sofa, TV remote in hand and pretending really hard that he was watching the news.

"Give them back, Stoll, or I will rain hellfire upon you."

"I don't know what you mean." Somehow, he managed to get through a sentence despite the supressed laughter pulling at the corners of his mouth.

I rolled my eyes fondly. "You know this is stupid, right? This isn't a smart prank, you've literally just stolen my clothes like a boy pulling a girl's braids."

Connor grinned up at me. "They do it to get attention, why do you think I'm doing it?"

Attention, huh?

Okay, I'll give him attention.

Very slightly, I loosened my grip on my towel. "You know you have my attention, baby." I fixed my eyes firmly on his and swayed my hips a little as I walked closer. "But you seemed so concentrated on the news just a moment ago. Are you sure I have your attention?"

Connor set the remote down and I allowed him to pull me into his lap. "Oh, I'm very sure, doll."

"Then focus-" I dropped the towel, now naked, straddling his thighs. "-on me."

I surged forward and pressed my lips to his. Connor's hands fluttered over my bare skin, settling themselves just above my ass. I felt him relax under me and smiled slightly at how easy it was to melt him into a puddle.

Trailing my fingers up his chest and neck, they came to rest in his hair and I felt his ribcage shudder. I smoothed my lips across his cheek and down to his jawline, pressing myself against him.

His breath caught in his throat as I grazed my teeth just under his ear and his head lolled back.

Perfect.

Very carefully, not stopping my actions, I felt around for my stolen clothes. Dipping into the crease between two cushions, I felt the familiar material of my sweatpants and the seam of my t-shirt.

A kiss to the neck, one to the cheek, one to the lips and all of a sudden I moved away, almost jumping off his lap. For a second, his dazed eyes didn't even seem to register I was gone until I was at the doorway, clutching my hard won spoils to my chest.

"Sorry darling, I knew you weren't going to give up without a fight." I winked at him. "And I always fight dirty."

Connor just looked at me for a moment. His hands rested on his lap. His fingers brushed the small damp patch I'd left on his sweatpants and he looked up at me, eyes puppy-dog big and whimpered desperately.

I cocked my head to the side. "If you want to make it up to me..."

I'd barely finished my sentence before Connor was bounding across the room and sweeping me up bridal-style. I laughed as he buried his face into my neck and walked to the bedroom, miraculously not bumping me into anything.

Always so careful when like this, he placed me down on the edge of the bed and kneeled down in front of me, hands twitching but firmly on his lap.

With one finger, I traced a line up from his collarbones to his lips. "Everything off, baby."

Without a moment's hesitation, Connor stood and stripped, sweatpants, sweater and underwear landing somewhere in the room behind him. He was instantly back on his knees.

"Good boy, honey." He ducked his head a little, embarrassed by how much he enjoyed the praise but beaming nonetheless. "Now, how are you going to make up for your little prank earlier, hm?"

I was patient, waiting for him to remember what words were. He swallowed. "Can I eat you out, please?"

My heart skipped and the bottom of my stomach swooped at the boldness and if I wasn't wet before, I certainly was now.

Slowly, tantalisingly, I parted my knees, spreading my legs until they were either side of Connor. "Yes, you can, well done for asking."

His hands grabbed my thighs and he pushed forward, tongue darting out. I sighed as he licked the wetness from my inner thighs, kitten-licking over my pussy. He lapped at me as if starving and I thrilled at the idea that my little stunt had gotten him so worked up.

His tongue swept over my clit and I jolted as if electricity had passed through every nerve. There was the smallest pause as Connor registered this, then he focused his attention on my clit. My legs closed around his head involuntarily and I fell back, breathing heavily.

Lips closed around my clit and sucked ever so slightly. I let out a strangled gasp, back arching and fingers tangling in Connor's hair. I felt one hand slip from my leg and up to meet his mouth, a single finger slowly inching its way inside me.

Without removing his mouth, Connor curled his finger. My hips jerked and my fingers tightened in his hair. "M-More."

No hesitation, Connor withdrew his finger and slammed two into me, starting up a hard rhythm that had my legs clenching around him and my breath stuttering. He was so sorry about stealing my clothes, so sorry, he'll make it up to me.

I felt a coiling in my lower stomach, curling tighter and tighter until Connor curled his fingers just right and the feeling snapped. The sensation rippled through me, tensing and relaxing every muscle, Connor's fingers still inside as he eased me through my orgasm.

Gently, he removed his fingers and sat back into his kneeling position, panting slightly. I leaned up on my elbows, casting my eyes over him- he looked pink and pleased with himself, ruffled hair and shiny mouth evidence of his achievement.

"Did I do okay?"

I grinned, chest still heaving. "Yeah, baby, you did real good." After a moment, I sat up properly to look down at him. His cock sat hard and red in his lap, though his hands were by his side, not touching until I told him to. "Aw, did my boy get hard from eating me out?"

His face flushed more than it already was but he didn't back down. "I love eating you out, gets me so turned on, c-can I touch myself, please, I've been so good, I made you come, can I touch myself?"

"You want to touch yourself, baby? You sure you don't want to fuck me?"

His eyes widened and he hastened to correct himself. "N-no, I want to fuck you, can I fuck you? Please?"

I slid back on the bed and beckoned for him to follow. I gave a light laugh as he clambered up onto the bed and hovered over me.

"Can I kiss you?"

My heart melted. "Of course, sweet boy."

He captured my lips in a soft kiss, gentle and loving. He tasted like me and I went a little giddy at the possession that coursed through me at that. We broke away and I nudged him towards the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. "Condom, hun."

I laughed again at the speed at which he pulled on the condom and returned to me, kissing me breathlessly. "Can I...?"

I nodded and he buried his face in my neck, one hand reaching down to grasp his cock, guiding it into my pussy slowly and relishing the feeling.

He slid in up to the hilt and let out the most delicious whimper against my skin. For a moment he was still, breaths shuddering.

Suddenly he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in again, knocking the air out of me. He set a punishing pace and I dug my nails into his shoulders at the delightful oversensitivity.

"'m not gon-gonna last-" He pushed out through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry about that, baby, you can come, you want to come, right?" My lips were pressed against his ear as I lowered my voice to a sultry smooth tone. "Come for me, honey, you did so well eating me out, I love your tongue, your filthy fingers, you did such a good job, you wanna come, huh?"

His voice was high and broken. "Yes, fuck, yes, I wanna come, please please please let me come-"

I clenched my walls around him and his hips stuttered hard against mine. He muffled his sounds in the crook of my neck as he came, tiny thrusts milking his orgasm as he spilled into the condom.

For a minute we lay there, quiet and tired. I enjoyed the feeling of him inside me, warm and heavy and feeling so wonderfully full.

Eventually, he pulled away, both of us wincing slightly at the oversensitivity. He pulled the condom off and threw it in the bin before collapsing back beside me. Connor curled around me, slightly sticky with sweat. Damn, I was going to need another shower.

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it was fun to write a more dominant reader, i hope you enjoyed! thank you for requesting!

#connor stoll #connor stoll x reader #connor stoll imagine #connor stoll smut #connor smut #pjo

[chibikisu]

Don't know when to quit.

(Obey Me!) Lucifer x (GN!)Reader Oneshot

A/N: Okay this was originally posted on my AO3 account but I wanted to see how it would do on here as well. If this does well enough I just might post/make more fanfics! 😊 Anyways please let me know what you think!

*** WARNING!! THIS IS BASED ON CHAPTER 40! SO IF YOU ARE NOT TO THIS POINT OR KNOW OF WHAT HAPPENS WITHIN THIS CHAPTER AND DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED! DO NOT READ! ***

Okay. Continue if you wish~

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Pacing slowly from his bed to his chair back and forth, Lucifer was in a dilemma. He wished he really was overthinking things or even having a heart wrenching dream but it was obvious. He saw how Diavolo looked at you at the after party and even how he had a longing gaze when your hands parted at the end of your third dance he had insisted on. Maybe to anyone else they would have thought he was just doing his princely duties and being a gentlemen but to people who had know him a while, such as Barbatos or himself it was clear that this was no simple well mannered gesture. No. As much as he wanted to deny it he had to face the truth. Diavolo, his closest friend in the Devildom had an attraction to what he had hoped would be his own love. (Y/N).

I mean it didn't really surprised Lucifer much that it would come to this. Who couldn't love (Y/N)? They were a truly special person in everyone's hearts and not to mention not at all bad to look at, erm but that's a whole other discussion. What Lucifer needed to focus and think of now was how exactly he was to go about this. Obviously Diavolo hadn't spoke a word of this 'crush' to him at all and he doubt that (Y/N) knew about his hidden motives. After all Diavolo knew Lucifer cared about (Y/N) deeply so he wouldn't be as bold as usual to announce that he deeply cared for them as well. Which was were Lucifer was at a stand still. This obviously was going to change how things were going to be once it was known that he knew about Diavolo's crush. And as much as that pained him to know, he couldn't for his own life just give up on (Y/N) just like that. Maybe it was the fact he was the Avatar of Pride but there was no way he was going to just surrender and let something he so deeply loved and cherished just vanish out of his hands.

Just as he began making another round of going back to his bed to loop towards his chair for the thousandth time he heard a knock on his door. “I'm busy.” he said as he kept on slowly walking. “Oh..I just wanted to make sure you were alright?” (Y/N). How long had he been in his room contemplating on this? Going towards the door he opened it slightly seeing (Y/N) already in their pajamas. Hm. So it was already rather late then. A slight guilt was felt knowing that (Y/N) had came to check on him at such a late hour. “Forgive me (Y/N). I didn't realize how late it was.” He glanced around behind (Y/N) to see that everything was already shut and turned off for the night. “How did you know I was up?” He questioned . (Y/N) chuckled and rubbed at their arm that was holding their D.D.D flashlight as a light. “Ah. See..about that. Actually Mammon sent me a message asking if I heard any creepy slow footsteps echoing and well long story short, I went to investigate. Heh.” Raising a brow he asked “ By yourself?” to which (Y/N) shyly answered “Y'know Mammon..he's not into scary stuff.” Lucifer heaved a big sigh. “I'll be sure to have a word with him tomorrow about that.”

Almost forgetting (Y/N)'s recent question they asked again. “So are you alright? I mean what had you walking around in there so much?” Lucifer walked outside his door in the hallway with (Y/N). “Just have a lot to think about.” “Oh.” (Y/N) glanced down thinking for a moment. “I'm not sure what you have on your mind but I know you'll figure out something.” Smiling cheekily they continued “ Your not one to quit you know?” Lucifer looked amused at them for a moment. “Your right. I'm definitely not one to give up.” Smiling and enjoying a quiet moment together for what seemed like not long enough for either of you, Lucifer spoke up. “Let me walk you to your room and we can talk some more.” (Y/N) nodded happily. “Thank you Lucifer” Walking next to each other slightly closer than what normal friends would Lucifer thought 'You made a good point (Y/N). I'm definitely not one to just give up and quit. I'll show you and Diavolo that soon enough.'

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[petersbaby]

This is FOUL. I am warning you right now so don’t come to me saying this was too weird or gross, this is for the ppl with piss kinks because I know y’all are out there. I offer you this in solidarity

WARNINGS: 18+ piss play, oral m receiving

This is your last warning 💀

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“Cmon, just tell me what it is, you’re killing me with curiosity”, says your friend with benefits with an amused expression.

“Oh my god, no. Seriously drop it” you were turning red from embarrassment as you stand by listening to him try to guess your secret kink. You hadn’t really meant for it to be a special secret, it was just something too unconventional to casually say so you’ve kept it to yourself as long as you’d had it. You’d both had a couple of drinks, and somehow landed on the topic of kinks and fetishes.

He told you his, and honestly, they were kinda vanilla. You were absolutely not gonna go there with him because he’s so innocent compared to you.

“Okay okay, let me guess.” He starts naming off random things trying to catch your attention with the right one. “Being tied up? Being choked? Daddy kink? Spanking? Hair pulling?” He kept going and going.

“I mean I do like those things but nope. It’s too gross, I don’t wanna tell you”, you are becoming amused yourself watching him ponder every possible answer you could possibly give him.

“Gross. That’s a hint. Hmm. Spit. No?”, you shake your head. “Uhhh blood? Some kind of bodily fluid? Piss???” He was halfway joking, but you shifted in your seat as he said the last guess. Mortified. His face lights up as he feels accomplished for figuring out your “big secret”. Then came the concern.

“That’s a new one. Umm, yeah I wasn’t expecting that.” You can tell he’s just surprised and not actually judging you. He was very sweet and was very open and receptive to what you liked in bed, he just wanted to please you and make you happy.

“Yep. Can we switch the topic now, or…” you want to crawl into a cave and never come out. He absolutely thinks you’re weird. Perverted, sick.

“Hmm no, not that easy. Is that…something you want to try with me? What do you even do?”, he asks curiously.

“There’s a lot of things you can do, but I don’t want to if you’re even the slightest bit uncomfortable with the concept.”

“I’m not uncomfortable, hell I might even end up liking it myself. Just show me?” His sweet tone when talking about such a perverse topic was almost comical, you giggle to yourself as he arches his brows, totally serious.

“Hm. Okay, well to start out I have a non-messy way to do it. We gotta take a shower together.” You were a little bold and not as shy as usual because of the slight buzz you had from the alcohol.

“Easy enough, sounds good”, he replies. You’d showered with each other a couple of times in the past, so it was comfortable as you both stripped once reaching the bathroom. You stepped into the tub as he followed, there was a silence in the room but it wasn’t an awkward one. He was already starting to get hard, not trying to be subtle while staring at your naked body. He’d seen it many times but was still enamored with it.

You kissed him passionately for a minute, which got you rather worked up. You pull away from the heated kiss, much to his dismay, to then get down on your knees in front of him. You sit back, resting on your ankles for support, and open your mouth with your tongue out wide. You look up at him expectantly, watching as the cogs turned in his head and the pieces came together. Click.

“In-in your mouth? I don’t even know if I can, you kinda got me hard.”

“Yes, just try.”

He closes his eyes to really focus, he was nervous but excited to make you happy (and horny). A few moments passed before he groaned and his piss began to hit your tongue, which was still sticking out, and run down your chest. You collect some of the warm liquid and groped your own breasts, rubbing it on your tits, massaging them and pushing them together before making sure to catch the rest in your mouth, enjoying the salty and semi sour taste and the sensation of the warmth going down your throat.

At this point, he’s watched the whole thing and if he wasn’t hard before, he absolutely was now. He looks at you, still on the floor in front of him, almost in awe. “That was-yeah you’re right that was really hot.” You just smiled, licking the head of his length and collecting the small droplets still lingering before taking him into your mouth, at which he groans and braces himself with his hand on the shower wall.

“Oh my god, fuck, so good. Please.” He grabs a fistful of your hair and begins moving your head to the rhythm he wants, fucking in and out of your mouth, using you as a sex toy after using you as a toilet. The depravity drove him crazy, he was just feral at this point and so desperate to unload into your mouth. You liked being used, you just let it happen as he handles you roughly, mascara starting to run as unintentional tears fall down from the repeated gagging on his cock.

It didn’t take long at all, and soon after it started he was spilling into your mouth, down the back of your throat. You nearly choked on it, there was so much and it just kept on coming, but swallowed every bit. He offers a hand to help you to your feet, and he turns on the water. Warm, not scalding but still really warm, it felt amazing as it washed over your body. He wraps his arms around your waist from the back as you washed the makeup off your face, relaxing into the heat of the water and the heat coming from his body pressed to yours.

-

Once you’re both clean, warm, and in pajamas, you crawl into bed together and decide to get a little high while watching a movie. “So… yeah. That’s that”, you said meekly. He hadn’t said a word about the whole experience and you were afraid he didn’t enjoy it. He just laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“You said there are several different things you could do, I’m excited to try them all out.” You nodded and snuggled deeper into his chest.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I think it also probably plays a role that Vince and Kauri are a bit too similar for comfort, right? Vince is like a reflection of who Kauri really is, all the trauma and escapism and drug abuse — he is just much worse at hiding it both from others and from himself. It probably doesn’t sit right with Kauri just how much of Vince he sees in himself.

Peel away the self-delusion, and Kauri’s life is just as bleak as Vince’s. Even after Kauri’s escape, Vince is still a living reminder of everything Kauri is trying to run away from. No matter how hard he tries, Kauri is still Vincent Shield. He must hate that.

Let me give you a little somethin'-somethin' that I wrote once but never fit into anything so it just sat in my word docs gathering dust...

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Vince looks up from the papers spread across the table as the door opens and closes. Nat waves one hand. "Don't worry about it, it's Kauri."

"How can you tell?"

"I know what it sounds like when he comes in." She doesn't elaborate and doesn't look up, either. She highlights, bright yellow line across a series of bolded black numbers. "This is the grant we get that helps cover the cost of food. With the recession, they're cutting the amount we receive by about a third."

"Uh-huh." Vince looks towards the doorway, watching, endlessly curious about the strange hostile clone of himself that sometimes sleeps here, more often elsewhere. "I'll cover it. The check can come through Dynastic Blood Technologies, they donate annually to you anyway."

"Vince, are any of your shell companies real?" Nat has a smile in her voice, leaning her cheek against her hand as she makes a note in pen.

"All of them are. Legally speaking. But Dynastic actually is a real research company. Trying to cure hemophilia, I think. I don't remember. I just went in on it as a co-founder, I don't remember much about the day to day. Yulia does all the detail stuff."

"Hm. So-... Okay, moving on to this-"

Vince flinches when Kauri pops into the doorframe from sheer surprise. Those blue eyes skip him entirely, refusing to land, and he doesn't blame him - direct focus tends to make Kauri black out and wake up with one hell of a headache. Or so he says. Vince has only seen it happen once.

"Hey, Nat."

"Hi, Kauri. You staying the night this time?"

"Nah. Just in dire need of a shower and some food that didn't come from McDonald's. Is Jake home?"

"Nope. Class."

"Damn. It's not Tuesday?"

"Wednesday."

Vince blinks. "You don't know what day it is?"

Kauri still won't look at him, but the smile drops off his face. "Can't read, asshole. Counts for calendars, too. Sometimes I lose fucking track of the date. They wiped all that smart shit away."

"Right. Sorry."

"Apology appreciated but maybe just fuck off next time you want to ask stupid questions. That's why I'm here, remember?"

"Kauri, be nice," Nat warns. "To Vince and to yourself." She looks up now, and Vince looks at her while fiddling with the travel mug in his hands. He undoes the lid and snaps it back. Finally takes a sip. The burn down his throat feels good.

Kauri snorts. "Whatever. What about Chris, is he around?"

"He is, but... He's having a hard day. Nightmares and then I did something wrong at breakfast, not sure what, he didn't seem to be able to explain it. But he's a little shaky."

"Oh. Should I... leave him alone, or..."

"No, honey. Go on up there, he'll be thrilled to see you. Just don't turn the light on. I think he's in Jake's room."

"Cool. How long is Sexiest Man of the Year going to be here?"

Vince groans, taking another drink. "Don't talk about that. Someone on my management team off paid People Magazine, I swear."

"Probably."

Vince feels his face warm and stares down at the paperwork on the kitchen table. "... Kauri, listen-"

"Nope."

"Vince and I are finishing up," Nat interjects smoothly. "He should be out of here in an hour or so, and we'll go out to lunch."

"Great. Hey, Vince, I wanted to ask you something."

Vince looks up, and Kauri is looking off to the side, his profile what Vince sees. Nearly identical to his own, years ago, at this age. Just with longer hair and paler skin. "What?"

"Is drinking yourself to death helping?"

He blinks and looks down at his travel mug, then back up. "This is coffee."

"Hm, not all of it though, huh? So is it helping? The liquor? Make you feel better, help you sleep at night?"

Some vicious hurt creature inside Vince lashes out, and before he can stop himself he hears his own voice asking, "Not really. Does fucking everyone who looks at you help you?"

Nat opens her mouth to protest or stop them, but before she can, Kauri laughs. The brittle bright laughter rings through the room, and he turns away, headed for the stairs.

"Can't hurt me by calling me what I already know I am, movie star," He says, carelessly, tossed over his shoulder as he takes the steps two at a time. "Hurts way worse to remember what I'm not."

Vince stares after him, then takes another swig from the travel mug. Whiskey and coffee, the blend of burn and bitterness.

"... Why is he better at that than me?" He mutters.

Nat looks over at him, then back towards the entryway, listening to the creak of Kauri walking across the old wooden hall above their heads. "He practices," She says, voice low. "All the time."

#erase to control #vincent shield is not a hero #traumatized whumpee #whump #box boy universe #bbu #box boy #runaway whumpee #past abuse #alcoholism tw #slut-shaming

[cosmos-coma]

Hello My Old Heart- Part 2

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader,

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: You knew it was inevitable, but its time for Eskel to leave. You tell yourself that he wont miss you and you wont miss him, but... will it be that easy?

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Afternoon light was pouring into the windows of the cottage when Eskel’s eyes finally opened again, grunting as he felt a weight on his chest. 

“Baaa” Ivy bleated down at him from her position on his chest. 

‘Oh… Well, Hello.” Eskel greeted, moving to sit up, causing the young lamb to slide down into his lap. Pain rippled through his torso as he righted himself and looked around the small cottage, gathering what had happened. He had been getting ready to leave and go back out on his contract when… when you put him to sleep. He wanted to be upset, but he knew he couldn’t really argue much. Witchers have used Axii for much worse things and- upon quick glance- all of his items are exactly where he left them. So, no harm done.

Ivy, bored now that her new self-heating bed has become vertical, bounds off of Eskels lap and out the door. Eskel listened as he rose to his feet, picking up her hoofbeats as she made her way outside to you. 

Careful not to pop his stitches, Eskel pulled his belongings together and followed Ivy out with quiet feet. What he wasn’t ready for though, was the sight of you when he stepped through the front door. 

You were there in your underclothes, a thin white dress that fluttered gently in the breeze. You were on a short stool, bent over your laundry tub, and trying to scrub the blood and dirt out of your dress. Dry clothes waved in the breeze behind you on the clothesline, ready to be replaced.  The afternoon sun shone down on you, illuminating the slight frizz of your hair into a halo-esque aura

“Oh…” Eskel breathed. It was all he could manage to say. 

“Ivy, are you here to help or just chew?” you chuckled to yourself a bit as Ivy pulled one of your shirts out of the tub. “I’m gonna hang you out to dry soon if you're not careful” you quipped, pulling the clothes away. 

Ivy bleated loudly in retort to your threat before turning to Eskel to back her up. 

But Eskel was occupied with his heart beating loudly in his chest, almost certain that you'd be able to hear it if it got any louder. In all his time on the path, the Witcher had felt lust before, plenty of times- but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt something close to Lo- well… the other L word. 

“She’s got quite the personality…” the Witcher commented and finally continued toward you “Mind if I help?” 

“Hm? Oh, Eskel…” you said, his name coming with an easy smile on your lips.

Now that he was standing, you finally got to really see him- all of him. Broad shoulders that supported strong arms, Dark hair that served to brighten those lovely golden eyes. His skin was covered in various marks and scars, leaving a bold pattern of bites and slashes. The sun warmed his fair complexion and seemed to invite you in for another touch of his skin.

 “I would like that. Thank you… Here- Let me do your shirt while I’m at it, or it's gonna be blood-colored forever.” you held your hand out for his shirt. Though it seemed your mouth was moving faster than your brain was, because you were not thinking far enough ahead. 

When Eskel took off his shirt for you to wash you were certain that your brain had turned to soup in that exact moment. His pendant fell and rattled gently against his chest in your presence. Strong arms and a stronger chest- even an enticing little happy line trailing over his softer belly towards…. NO.

No. Focus Y/n this is NOT the time. You’re not falling into this shit again. 

“Um… uh, thanks- Thank you…” your words stumbled out. “If you really want to help the dry clothes need to be taken down…” You handed him an empty basket.

With a nod the sweet-hearted Witcher went on his way, taking down dry clothes and folding them before putting them away.

You rubbed the stained shirt furiously against the washboard, working out the frustration you had with yourself… and yet…

Your eyes couldn’t help but gravitate towards him; the gentle smile he seemed to have in your presence, the way his hands move about carefully, not with the heavy touch you would have expected from such a man. His footsteps were quiet and intentional, not unlike the elk that pursue the forest. For a man in a career of killing, he seemed to have a rather soft presence.

You had always wanted someone you could live a gentle life with…

And that's when you felt it. Your old heart was beating behind its rock walls. 

Your heart had been so still for so long that you hadn’t even been sure it was there anymore. But now there’s a beat. It’s quiet and it's weak, but oh boy is it there, and it's beginning to rattle its cold stone walls. 

With a soft blush now adorning your cheeks, you looked back down at your working hands and continued washing. 

Eskel, ever the kind soul, even went so far as to bring your laundry inside before coming out to help you wring out and hang the new load. You both worked quietly and comfortably beside each other, occasionally brushing fingers and mumbling half-hearted apologies. 

Though like all things, everything has an end, and before long it was time for Eskel to head out.

“Take care, Eskel… Don’t go getting hurt again, alright?” You joked, a light chuckle falling from your lips.

“I’ll do my best… Until next time?” He asked, smiling down at you from his seat on Scorpion. 

A pause came over your expression before you smiled once again. “Right. Until next time…” you replied. 

You didn’t try to ignore the small pang in your heart as you watched him leave, you wanted yourself to feel it. You wanted it to serve as a reminder- a fraction of what you’d inevitably feel if you let your old heart go too far. 

Quietly you sighed and rested your head on the door frame as you watched him and his horse get smaller and smaller in the distance. 

You knew deep down that soon enough he’d forget. 

He’d forget this cottage…

His time spent here…

 and eventually so will you.

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[rumygeekysoulmate]

I'm crushing on someone

Unexpectedly, my feelings toward someone have all of a sudden come to the surface.

I've known this person for a year now, which I think is great - because I know I actually do know a lot about this person. So it's not as big of a risk that I've made up a fantasy of this person, as I may have done before in my life.

I actually like this person, and I'm very attracted to him. It freaks me out. I'm not expecting anything to happen between us though, or maybe I am? I just am so afraid to be disappointed or hurt, but I'll try my best to be brave. Because what else can we do? We have to take risks in order to have the chance of winning love.

So there are a lot of uncertainties. But if I focus on the things that actually make me feel gitty about this person, I feel really hopeful.

He has a kind soul. He's warm-hearted. He's quirky. He is sweet. He is funny. He is handsome. He's unique. He's interesting. He's intelligent. He's cute. He's a bit weird in the best kind of way. He's deep. Hm. Yeah. I like a lot of the things he has said to me. But there are also a few red flags.

He has showed me mixed signals. Or confused ones. Maybe he has been insecure? Or undecided about his feelings? Well, whatever might be the case I think it's worth exploring this connection further. He's just too interesting to give up on. I think he likes me, but maybe more like a friend. I don't know. But I do feel certain that he likes my personality quite a lot. He has given me hints that he thinks I'm funny, charming, smart etc. Maybe he thinks I'm pretty too. Maybe.

Anyway. I know I am deserving of a premium partner. I've gotten really pretty/handsome guys before. I've gotten smart ones, deep... I've recieved princess treatment. I've had it all, several times. But this guy is more real than them. I hope he can see I'm real too. We're very alike. I want us to get to know each other more. I want us to have a flirty connection and see if we can make a spark happen!

I'm scared. But excited. But scared. Oh well. Here we go... we just gotta go for what we want and be bold right? Not play games. If I just would "leave it to him" unfortunately nothing would happen. I hope it's not because of lack of interest but rather just... him not knowing yet how he feels for me. And maybe he's insecure. It's okay if he is. I just hope.... my investment will be worth it.

[seasideobsession]

"Mmn Isey wait.." Isaac looked up, seeing Nate hide his face while panting. He smirked.

"What's the matter Nate? You were being really bold a few minutes ago. What happened to that hm?" Isaac pressed another kiss onto Nate's neck as he pulled himself up, laying next to Nate.

"Do you want to stop?"

Nate took a second to compose himself. He looked over to Isaac and shook his head no.

"No, I just got... overwhelmed for a second. Can we take it a bit slower this time? You know I've never done this before."

Isaac laughed. He definitely knew given he's known Nate since they were kids. Nate was always all talk but no bite when it came to intimacy. He can also be a bit oblivious to his feelings. Honestly, that's the reason why it took them until college to recognize their feelings for Isaac. Nate had to get possessed by an amulet to actually confess. But that's all in the past. If anything, it gave Isaac more time to figure out his own feelings for Nate.

"No worries Natanael, we can go as slow as you want. Just give me the word and we can stop whenever you'd like, no questions asked." Isaac brought Nate's hand to his face and gently kissed his fingers one by one.

Nate shifted where he sat, getting flustered by how tender Isaac was being. As Isaac slowly trailed kisses up his arm they couldn't help but let out a groan.

"Please Isaac, kiss me."

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Once everything was done and over with, Isaac put his strap away and brought Nate a towel and some water.

"How you feeling Nate?"

He brushed the hair from Nate's face as he lay on the bed, regaining his focus. Nate doesn't speak, breathing heavily still, but intertwines his fingers with Isaac's.

"Aww, does puppy want a bath now?"

Isaac chuckled as Nate glared at him while blushing.

"Keep talking like that and I'll make sure this is the first *and* last time we sleep together"

Isaac pinched Nate's cheek and helped them sit up. Gently he handed Nate the glass of water he brought.

"You know I'm just teasing~ No need to be pouty. Now come on you need to drink some water, then we can have a shower together."

Nate cuddled into Isaac as they sipped on their water. He finished his drink but made no move to get up.

"Can we wait until tomorrow to shower? I uh.. don't think I can stand and the dorms don't have bath tubs heh."

Isaac just pushed him back onto the bed and stood up chuckling.

"You can stay here, but I need to shower, especially with how much you got on me."

Isaac gestured to his torso which was a mess.

"Did you really enjoy it this much?"

Nate glared while Isaac made fun of him.

"No fair Isey, you can't make fun of me. It was my first time! Besides, I'm not the one who was groaning like a beast every few seconds."

Isaac leaned down and pecked Nate on the nose.

"You're right, you made me feel amazing Natanael. I meant what I said at the end. I do love you. So much it's hard to hold back how you make me feel."

Nate held onto Isaac's hand.

"You're really not being fair tonight, turning our banter sappy like this... I love you too Isaac. Even if we never ended up together, you're my soulmate, platonic or not."

Nate smirked which turned into a grin and looked into Isaac's eyes.

"Now go shower stinky. All I smell is sex coming from you and I don't think I can sleep with both of us smelling like this."

Isaac covered Nate's face with a pillow and went to take a shower, leaving Nate to scream with giddiness about that whole night.

Poor, poor Kyle who was in the next room over and was traumatized. Curse his horrible luck and the thin walls of the University dorm rooms...

#normally Nate is a clown but he gets really shy about intimacy #For Nate's first time Isaac let him start off to get used to the intimacy #then Isaac brought out the strap and Nate was murdered #what a first time for Nate #ngl I never write fanfic but my OCs have been in my brain all day #Nate Marx OC #Isaac Fidelle OC #Kyle Hare OC #Kyle is always tormented #he is the bearer of the curse sadly #the amulet thing was always a joke but now I'm making it canon #nms the game

[frogtanii]

this was... weird.

the house was completely quiet, for the first time in what felt like weeks and osamu felt very out of place.

despite being so far removed from everyone besides his girlfriend, he enjoyed the noisiness and bustle that came from all the other members.

osamu never had been a fan of the quiet.

all it did was remind him that he was alone — that he was the lesser twin, the one always left behind, the one that would remain alone while his brother basked in the limelight.

but now, that wasn’t the case! osamu had meiko and he used to have daichi and iwaizumi but ever since iwa was fired and daichi disappeared off the face of the planet, he was down two friends. that was okay! his was doing what he loved with the woman he loved and that was all that mattered.

a loud clang followed by a quiet curse shook osamu from his thoughts. he gently placed the knife he was using to prep his vegetables down before following the noise to the pantry where he found... you.

you were sitting on the floor of the pantry wearing hello kitty patterned pajama pants, fuzzy socks, and a hoodie with your hand in a bag of chips and a pan sat by your foot. belatedly, osamu recognized that you must’ve knocked over the pan after falling while trying to grab your snack.

you were cute, with your sleep mussed hair and confused expression, he briefly thought but he swiftly squashed that line of reasoning down.

he was in a happy, committed relationship and he didn’t need you to change that like you changed everything else in his life. after all, you were the reason atsumu hated him now and never spoke to him anymore. you were the reason he had to avoid going home for fear of his grandmother asking what atsumu was up to because he had no idea. you were the reason he and his twin drifted apart. it was all you.

before osamu knew it, that moment of endearment had passed and was instead replaced by anger.

“what the hell are ya doin’ here?” osamu scoffed coldly, staring down at you with fire in his eyes. you sighed and stood before skirting past him and walking out into the kitchen.

“i live here asshole,” you muttered, searching for your phone in order to go back to hiding in your room until the boys got back. you wanted to avoid conflict as much as possible but unfortunately, osamu had different plans.

he slid out in front of you, keeping you from leaving the kitchen and effectively trapping you in the encounter. “ya know that’s not what i meant. what were ya doing spying on me? gonna report back to yer little harem?”

you felt your face curl up in confusion which osamu apparently wasn’t a fan of, judging by the deepening of his sneer. “i have no idea what you’re talking about osamu, now let me go.” you attempted to push past him but he was too tall, too large, too strong and you were forced further back behind the island.

“no, i know ya tell em things about me. what were ya gonna make up this time, hm? what were ya gonna say to tsumu to make him hate me even more?” he spoke down on you, his words filling with more and more venom, and as much as you hated it, you couldn’t keep yourself from cowering in front of him, your eyes filling with tears.

“osamu, please let me go, i don’t know what’s happening and i don’t know what to tell you to make you leave me alone,” your voice came out as a whimper, despite your best efforts and osamu faltered.

he’d never seen you like this, not once in your whole time living in the house, not even when most of the members were against you. you never showed weakness — you had a quiet strength most of the time and when you really got mad, as evidenced by your fight with meiko, you got violent.

but this? this was nothing like you. you were practically curling in on yourself, your arms wrapped around your chest protectively as if you were afraid he would... hit you.

oh god, oh god, osamu thought as he took a step back. what the fuck was he doing? he’d just been yelling at you, cornering you and not giving you room for escape, even though your body was clearly begging for it. you viewed him as a legitimate threat to your safety and that thought chilled him to the bone.

“yn, i—“ osamu was interrupted by the door slamming open, revealing everyone returning from the mall with atsumu at the head of the group.

“tsumu!” you choked out before pushing past a now distracted osamu and running right into his twin’s arms. he wrapped them protectively around you while whispering reassurances to you before pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

the two of you held a quiet conversation that no one else could hear but osamu could guess the contents when atsumu glared up at him, looking absolutely furious.

sakusa, kuroo, and kenma gently took you into their arms, allowing you to cry quietly while atsumu stomped over to osamu before jamming his finger into his twin’s chest.

“what the hell did ya do to her, samu?” he growled, shoving osamu’s back into the island behind him. osamu allowed him to, too in shock and ashamed to protest, much less fight back.

that didn’t stop atsumu from pressing, asking question after question, none of which osamu could answer. “answer me! open yer fuckin mouth asshole and answer me!”

“atsumu, i-i’m sorry, i-“

“baby!”

a force barreled into his chest, thin arms wrapping around his waist and shoving her face in between his pecs. “it’s okay baby, i’m here,” meiko whispered in between kisses to his collarbone, her presence doing little to soothe him as his eyes darted around the room.

atsumu still looked as angry as ever but he kept his mouth shut as meiko rubbed more of her makeup on osamu’s black t shirt in her attempts to comfort him. you were staring him down as well with tear tracks staining your cheeks as sakusa rubbed circles into your back and kenma wrapped his arms around your waist. sugawara, bokuto, and kuroo were standing at your sides, eyeing him with contempt while oikawa and akaashi were deep in conversation with yachi who seemed to be stressed out of her mind.

osamu searched further and his eyes landed on daichi standing the furthest away, his eyes fixed on where meiko lied in osamu’s arms, his face full of hurt and... disdain? anger? disgust?

it was confusing so osamu quickly averted his eyes, instead choosing to focus on the woman in his arms who was now whimpering and shaking in her 4 inch heels. hesitantly, he lifted his arms to hold her closer before bending his head to breathe her in, his eyes fluttering shut at her unique smell of hairspray, brown sugar perfume, and chinese food.

“osamu,” sugawara spoke up after a moment of silence, “there’s something i need to tell you. we saw meiko ki-“

“babe? what’s going on?” a new voice rang out from the still open doorway, meiko clearly recognizing it as her head darted up to watch as the group moved from the door to reveal...

“...suna?”

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[howlingday]

Tragic Backstoey (TM) AU: Encouraged by her friends Ruby asks Jaune out on another date. Since it obviously wasn’t an accident he is a little awkward this time but they enjoy themselves. Now Rumors go around about the two dating. While most see this as typical romance gossip, those who know of the potential of silver eyed warriors wonder about the outcome this Union could produce.

I Lan-Cast "Screw You!"

Ruby Rose had always had the dream of becoming a Huntress. Ever since as far back as she could remember, Ruby wanted to save people, protect the innocent, and fight off the Grimm. Essentially, she wanted to make things better.

But time changes people, and dreams once held dearly as children are sidelined by other fantasies, especially around puberty. She still wanted to be a Huntress. After all, she is attending Beacon Academy. But recent events paired with her impressions from years of teen romance novels have altered her focus less from slaying Grimm, and more to playing boys. One boy, in particular, playing on his bed with her in a heated tussle of passion.

Jaune: I can't hold out much longer!

Ruby: Then don't. Just give in to it.

Jaune: GRRRRRRAAAARRRR!!!

Ruby: YEEEEEEEES!!! (Laughs) I win! I win!

Jaune: You totally cheated!

Ruby: Aw! Somebody better call the whambulance!

Jaune: That's it!

Ruby: No! Wait! I'm sorry!

Jaune: Coochie-coo!

Ruby: AHAHAHAHA!!! NO, STAH-HA-HA-HAHP!!!

Jaune: Never!

Yang: Those two just don't know when to quit.

Blake: You're okay with Jaune doing this to your sister?

Yang: I trust him. Besides, it seems like normal sibling stuff to me.

Blake: Mhm. Well, you are the big sister here. If you're okay with "that" in the family, then who am I to judge.

Yang: ...I hate you. I hate you so much right now.

Blake: I'm just saying. It's only a matter of time.

Yang: Please! I may only have just learned that Jaune's my brother, but I raised Ruby Rose. She knows how to take care of herself, and she's definitely not the bold type to ask a guy out.

Jaune: Haha! Hoo, that was fun!

Ruby: Yeah... Um, Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah?

Ruby: (Blushing) Do you, um, wanna go on another date?

Jaune: (Blushing) Uh, sure, I guess.

Blake: You were saying?

Yang: ...I hate you, Blake. So. Damn. Much.

Jaune: You ready for our date?

Ruby: Yeah, let's go! Nobody's gonna follow us, right?

Jaune: I told my team not to follow us. You?

Ruby: I told them. Honestly, I'm surprised how they reacted.

Jaune: Loud and whining?

Ruby: No, not really.

Jaune: Oh, so just my team, huh?

Ruby: Weiss was polite about, Blake just stayed reading on her bed, and Yang... Well, Yang kept running into the bathroom.

Jaune: Is she sick?

Ruby: I hope not. I have to share a room with her!

Weiss: Are they gone?

Blake: (Nods) They're moving downstairs.

Weiss: Got it. (Calls on her scroll) Toy Box, this is Queen Bee. The Dolts are rolling. I repeat, the Dolts are rolling. (Chuckles) Thank you, Velvet. (Hangs) And now we just wait for the photos.

Jaune: Anything new since the Festival started?

Ruby: Not really. Tomorrow's match has me a little nervous. I'm not going to be in it.

Jaune: Well, if it makes you feel any better, neither am I. After my "victory" in round 1, I'm not going to ruin everyone else's fun because people are afraid of me for some reason.

Ruby: Maybe that's a good thing. If people are afraid of you, they kind of respect you, right?

Jaune: Kind of. I mean, they might be opposites of the same feeling when you recognize something stronger. You either go on the defensive, letting fear put you in a fight or flight mode, or you accept it, and find comfort that something stronger than you exists.

Ruby: Hm, maybe. Wanna play some games?

Jaune: Sure!

Ruby: (Thinking) Fear or respect, huh? So, I guess I respect you a lot, because the stronger I see you, the more I want to get closer.

Velvet: Those two are so cute together. (Takes picture) If only I had something like that.

Cardin: (Spying on the couple) Only a matter of time.

Velvet: Time for what?

Cardin: (Straightens up) Uh, nothing!

Velvet: Really? Because it looks like you're spying on Ruby and Jaune.

Cardin: No! ...Just Jaune. It's for extra credit.

Velvet: That is so disgusting! Jaune is your friend and you're still pranking him?! And what's this about extra credit?!

Cardin: Don't worry about it! Besides, at least I'm not spying on them with a camera like a stalker!

Velvet: I'm not a stalker! ...I'm being paid for this.

Cardin: Right, because that makes it better!

Velvet: It is better! Certainly better than your stalking of Jaune!

Cardin: No, it isn't, you lying lagomorph!

Velvet: Yes, it is, you brutish bull!

Jaune: What's going on over there?

Ruby: Probably some dumb couple arguing.

Jaune: Glad we haven't gotten to that point, huh?

Ruby: Hehe! Yeah!

Jaune: ...

Ruby: ...

Jaune: So, uh, wanna get something to eat?

Ruby: Sure, I could eat.

Cardin: Peeping petal pouncer!

Velvet: Overgrown giant goon!

Cardin: Inept introverted eye-spier!

Velvet: Stupid savage super slouch!

Cardin: Stop shouting!

Velvet: Shut up!

Cardin: MAKE ME!

Velvet: FINE! (Kisses Cardin)

Cardin: (Stands in shock)

Velvet: (Pulls away, Blushing) Oh no... What did I do...? (Runs away)

Cardin: Velvet, wait! ...Damn.

Jaune: He told you to slow down.

Ruby: (Rubbing her eyes) I know, I just got excited!

Jaune: That hungry for funnel cake, huh?

Ruby: Yeah, but I wasn't expecting the powdered sugar to explode on me!

Jaune: Well, hang on, I've got something. Here, let me just...

Ruby: (Winces) It's cold!

Jaune: Well, it's ice water. And... okay, try opening your eyes.

Ruby: (Slowly flutters her eyes) How do I look?

Jaune: (Blushing, Gulps) Gorgeous...

Ruby: Huh?

Jaune: Uh, I mean, good! You look- You look good!

Ruby: (Blinking) Well, that's good. (Looks at Jaune) Oh, wow...

Jaune: W-What?

Ruby: Your eyes are blue... Like, really blue.

Jaune: Oh, r-really?

Ruby: (Reaching for him, Moving closer) I... really like... blue...

Jaune: (Gulps, Moves closer) Ruby... I-

Velvet: (Throws camera between them) I'M SO SORRY, BUT I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! (Runs off crying)

Cardin: (Runs after her) Velvet, wait! (Stops at Jaune) I hope you're happy, Jaune, you son of a bitch!

Jaune: Huh?!

Cardin: This is all your fault! (Punches Jaune, Tuns after Velvet)

Jaune: Oogh... Good thing I have aura.

Ruby: (Holding Velvet's camera) I'm gonna kill them...

Jaune: Huh?

Ruby: I'm gonna kill them! Velvet was taking pictures of us the whole time! I just know Yang is behind this!

Jaune: Any good ones?

Ruby: That doesn't matter! I told them not to follow me, and they rope Velvet in on this!

Jaune: Well, at least we had fun, right?

Ruby: I guess, but I'm so angry right now!

Jaune: How about one more picture? I'll hold the camera.

Ruby: Fine.

Jaune: (Points camera at them) Say Vytal!

Ruby: (Pouting) Vytal. (Photo taken of smiling Jaune and pouting Ruby)

Jaune: How do you feel?

Ruby: Angry!

Jaune: Well, I feel great! I think it's the camera. Here, you take our picture this time.

Ruby: (Rolls her eyes) Fine, but I don't see how holding the camera will change my mood. (Points camera at them) Say Vytal.

Jaune: Vytal~. (Photo taken of a surprised Ruby and a smiling Jaune kissing her cheek) So, how do you feel now?

Ruby: (Blushing, Giggling)

Glynda: (Smirks) Hello, OTP.

#rwby #rwby au #tragic backstory (tm) au #ruby rose #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #velvet scarletina #velvet scarlatina #cardin winchester #lancaster #the bird and the bun #flying caerbannog #glynda goodwitch #caerbannog

[marlena-immortale]

Songwriting Break

Summary: Watching Thomas so concentrated on his songwriting turns you on, so you decide to do something about it. 

CW: SMUT, thigh riding, dirty talk, hair pulling, switch Thomas

Word Count: 1.5k

On the second day off for both you and Thomas in row, your lazy afternoon has consisted of staring at your boyfriend writing a riff for his new song. You smile, seeing his little tongue poke out of the side of his mouth in concentration. Your eyes trail down from his mouth to his bare chest hunched over his guitar, rising and falling in slow and calm breaths. You let your eyes wander even further down to his long fingers quickly strumming on the strings. You could watch his hands move like this for hours, stuck in your little daydream. 

His intense focus along with his pretty face and barely clothed body is turning you on and you want to finally do something about it. You consider your options but decide to make it Thomas’s problem as well since he’s the one that’s got you feeling this way. 

You get up, determined to not back down out of embarrassment and to actually ask for what you want. You use the few steps it takes to get to him to gather your courage and not let your nerves get the better of you. Once you stop right in front of him, he looks up at you, confused, and you take his guitar out of his hands, placing it carefully next to him. He lets you do that only out of surprise at your bold move. You’re not usually one for bold moves. You use this newfound space on his lap to plant yourself right on his exposed thigh. All you say is “hi” and he instinctively wraps his hands around your hips and leans forward to kiss you. He replies “hi”, perfectly content with where you are right now, not needing any more explanation to your sudden switch in demeanor.

“You just look really good today, and I love watching you write songs, you’re so focused and your fingers move so fast,” you confess. He realizes what’s going on and tries to get more out of you by encouraging your words with a clench of his thigh muscles. This sensation goes straight to your pussy and you gasp a little. 

“So you just had to interrupt my work to use me like a sex toy huh? Couldn’t wait till I was finished to get yourself off? Is that why you’re not wearing any panties?” Thomas teases you. You get embarrassed again and bury your head in his soft hair, nuzzling into his neck. 

“Ah, you’re all shy now? What happened to that cute little smirk when you interrupted me and hopped onto my lap?” He slides his hand up your back to comb through your hair, pulling it until your face is exposed and you look into his eyes. “Hm, that's better,” he says. He tenses his thigh again, pushing it up against you. 

“Is this what you want, baby?” You let out a whine when the hand that’s not tangled through your hair, keeping you in place, is grabbing your hip and dragging your dripping pussy across his bare thigh. Your mind drifts to being grateful it’s a hot day and he chose to only wear underwear this morning. He repeats his question, not satisfied with your lack of answer, “I don’t think I heard you honey, is this what you were so desperate for?” The lazy smile on his face; a dead giveaway that his sugar-coated words hold no malice in them. 

You humour him anyway saying, “yes Thomas. Yes this is what I wanted”.

“So take it”. You stare at him for a moment, getting lost quickly in his pretty blue puppy eyes. You don’t quite know how to respond until he continues. “Take what you want y/n. Use me. Use me to make yourself feel good,” he says, snaking his hands to your ass, and down your thighs, and back, squeezing each along the way. 

You let his words sink in. Use him. Take what I want. You gather the confidence you found somewhere earlier and plant your hands on his shoulders, settling your knees into a comfortable spot. You roll your hips back, all the way down his thigh before grinding down on their way back up, his hands following loosely on your hips, letting you move the way you want. You let out a breathy moan and tighten your grip on his shoulders. Thomas’s lips meet your neck and you immediately lean your head back, giving him as much access as he wants, keeping him close. You let your body take over as all the nerves melt away, swaying your hips up and down, taking what you want. Thomas’s teeth graze your shoulder and you let out a long moan. 

Your own wetness coating his thigh makes it easy to rub against him as fast and hard as you like. The thick hairs across his thigh providing a new texture for you to enjoy feeling on your sensitive pussy. You look down between your joined bodies, seeing the trail of wetness you’re leaving across his whole thigh, his hairs sticking to your own sweaty legs as you clamp down on him. Your hips move of their own accord You feel so dirty, using his body to get off while he just sits there watching your body move erratically against his. 

You let your forehead rest against his shoulder to focus all your energy in the rocking of your hips. Thomas doesn’t seem to want to let you focus because as soon as you nuzzle your face into his neck, his long fingers trail their way back up to the back of your neck, pulling your head up to look into his eyes. At the same time, he uses his other hand resting on your hip to press you against him even closer so that your chests are now touching and you can feel his warm breath on your skin. With this new change in position, you’re now grinding down on his upper thigh, your clit bumping into his hip bone on every thrust. Your whole body shudders at this new feeling and he chuckles at how pathetic you look, shuddering in his arms, complete mush as he holds you up from falling into a pile on top of him.

“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?” Thomas asks with a grin on his lips. You try to respond with actual words but the only noises currently capable of coming out of you are broken moans and gasps and desperate whines. He hugs your body completely flush against him, pressing his forehead to yours. Your humps on his thigh moving both of your bodies together. The look on Thomas’s face is that of pure lust and passion. Even in your most vulnerable moments, the way he looks at you always manages to make you feel sexy, but the closer you get to your orgasm, the more uncoordinated your hips move. Every time you get close to cumming, your body can’t seem to catch up. You let out a frustrated grunt at your lost orgasm.

“Aw don't pout, baby. I’ll help you make yourself feel good,” Thomas says when he sees you struggling. He carefully guides your head to his shoulder and takes your hips in both his hands, grabbing them securely before pushing down and grinding your body onto his tensed leg. All of your muscles have given out and you feel like a limp doll being dragged and moved around by Thomas, safe in his arms. 

You feel your orgasm approaching again and this time you don’t have to worry about relying on your body to let you experience it, you can now put all of your trust into Thomas to take you across this finish line. 

“C’mon baby, you’ve got this. Just let go and let me get you there,” Thomas tells you, his lips against your neck. You let yourself be completely pliant in his hands and barely notice the obscene sounds coming from you as you feel the warmth radiating out from your pussy throughout your whole body. You let your body do as it pleases and you can’t even tell what exactly it’s doing in this haze of the moment. You can feel a white hot orgasm wash over your body but the next few seconds are a blur. You just feel weak and tingly and so so satisfied and happy in Thomas’s arms right now. 

As you’re slowly coming back to reality, Thomas carefully guides you down off of his lap onto the couch. He says something softly but your brain can’t quite process it at the moment but he leans down to give you a little kiss on your forehead and gets up to walk towards the bathroom. When he gets back, he cleans you up with a warm washcloth, puts a fresh pair of panties on you, and fixes your (his) oversized shirt. 

“How ya feeling baby?” he asks quietly, sitting down next to you and stroking your face with his thumb. 

“Really good. That felt amazing Thomas, it was so hot. You’re so hot,” you ramble on, still a bit out of it.

Thomas chuckles a little and replies, “so I take it you’d wanna do it again sometime?”.

“Yes. Definitely,” you say with a lazy smile on your face. He sweetly kisses you lets you cuddle into him, his songwriting long forgotten. 

tags: @marriedwithmarktuan @little-moonbeam-666​

#maneskin #maneskin x reader #maneskin smut #maneskin fanfic #thomas raggi #thomas raggi smut #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi fanfic #måneskin #måneskin smut #måneskin x reader #måneskin fanfic

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Halloween Prompts Day: 6

Word/Theme: Fang

Yandere! Drider OC (Vesztar)

A/N: Fang was originally supposed to be a Vampire OC, but I then didn't want to write vampires- Spiders have fangs, yeah?

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior (sort of), Sadism, Torture, Dehumanization, Arachophobia(???), Blood, Blood Drinking.

Blood. Blood was the only thing you felt they ever wanted. You thought Drows were sadistic. Although it was only fitting that combining one with a spider would make them bloodthirsty hunters.

Escape was not an option. Vesztar, the Drider who caged you, made sure of that.

"I do not want to waste my time and energy chasing you around all the time. It would be fun on some occasions I'll admit...But it's best if I just keep you in one spot."

They kept their word. One quick bite and you went limp on the floor due to their venom. Just long enough for them to cover you in web and lean you against the wall.

You're tired most of the time. You expected them to slurp you dry but then they learned they could farm off you.

You're given just enough food and water to stay alive, all so they could crawl on top of you and sink their fangs into your flesh.

This happened once every four days. It still scares you....

"It was a great idea to keep you here. I don't really need the company, but your blood is delicious~"

Vesztar comments towards you, flashing those familiar fangs. They were teasing you, waiting for you to tense in fear whenever they approached you. Your fear may make you taste better in their eyes.

Fangs. Those were the only thing you could ever focus on when it came to them. That grin they'd always give you before subjecting you to their own form of torture burned itself in your brain.

You've only known the darkness since Vesztar captured you. All you can ever see is the glimmer of their teeth and their taunting eyes. Begging or bargaining with them was foolish.

"I could tear you limb from limb and consume your flesh like the others, but I won't. Knowing that I could scares you, right? Good. You should be."

They make passive threats towards you, just to get their human to shiver. They know how much you hate their fangs, their eyes, their taunts. That's why they do it.

What are you going to do? You can't kill them. You're the one tied up. Even if you weren't, they could just out speed you. It would be seconds before you were on the ground paralyzed again.

"Humans are pathetic, weak, and worthless to me." The drider sneers, cupping your face in their clawed hands. They made sure to show their fangs. Your heartbeat sounded like music to their ears.

"You heard me. You're meant to be lower than me. It was idiotic to not be properly equipped to fight a Drider." Vesztar scoffs, like they were scolding you. "Perhaps you were meant to die. I'm just prolonging the inevitable."

"Vesztar...." You say, lost in thought. The Drider frowns and pulls away.

"What."

"Why do you bother keeping me here? If I am meant to die, why don't you suck me dry...?"

Being forced to hang on a wall for the Drider's amusement did make you question their motives. To your surprise, Vesztar goes silent.

"Why...?" They echo to themselves. "Hm, how bold."

In seconds, they're back on you. Claws dig into your skin through the webs, pulling away after piercing your flesh.

"This. This is why." Vesztar laughs, claws covered in your blood. You felt lightheaded again....

"Your blood, your taste. It's addicting and I can't help but feed off you. Is that a good explanation?" They cackle sadistically, tongue licking the blood off their claws.

"If I kill you now, where else will I get this quality of blood? I can assure you, I've tasted none similar. You're lucky~"

Could you really call this luck? Being used as livestock for a Drider? You felt this was worse than death.

"Now stop being so melancholy," Vesztar sighs, mouth opening wide enough to show their fangs.

"It's time to feed."

#yandere oc concept #yandere oc #yandere drider #panther halloween event 2021