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riseofamoonycake · 5 months

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Hi! I would like to read something about female!reader sending nudes or photos in bath suit to her s/o.

Free choice on the characters, but I don't follow ror or bsd, so if you can don't choose these fandoms.

Ok! Since you didn't specify anything, I chose some interesting babe from a fandom I accept and made some hcs eheheh... and thank you *^* I had a very pleasant time while writing it!

Reacting to you willingly sending them a nude (or a photo in bathing suit)

Featuring: some of my favorite men in JJK

Choso, Kashimo Hajime, Higuruma Hiromi x fem!reader

Choso

As soon as Choso sees the notification of your message, he doesn't think twice and opens it immediately, innocently, even smiling: so, out of the blue, this poor boy finds himself in front of a photo of your body thight in a skimpy swimsuit, which leaves very little to the imagination and yet covers what it needs to cover.

Choso stares at the screen for a split second, just long enough to realize what he is looking at, then turns completely red and has to take his eyes away to focus on something else, whatever it is, while shaking all over and starting to sweat profusely. You hit him, you knocked him out: congratulations, you killed Choso. After this experience, he will never be the same as before.

The blush accompanies him for the rest of the day, as well as what he saw: there is no possibility of making him forget the vision of your breasts wrapped in that miserable flap of fabric, of your plush thighs, of all that exposed skin and only for him… and as soon as Choso sees you again, it gets worse, because he can't even speak and you have to be the one to come closer, take his face in your hands and squeeze his cheeks, and hug his neck while you ask him if everything okay, chuckling as I notice his usual paleness softened by a nice bright red.

"Did you have to do it? What is it, a new form of punishment?", he whispers to you in a faint voice, without the courage to look at your face or touch you; and for the rest of the day he will be on another world. Poor puppy, let him breathe and recover a little; afterwards you will have a lot to talk about…

… And in any case, the photo was more than welcome.

Kashimo Hajime

"Aaaahhh, what a naughty girl…"

Without hiding an amused and excited smile at the same time, Kashimo continues to observe the photo you sent him, observing every detail of that body fully enhanced by the costume you are wearing and barely hidden by the sarong that you - stupidly - decided to put around your waist, so he carefully saves the photo, closes his cell phone and shakes his head, placing that vision in a safe corner of his mind and continuing to do what he had to do: whether he was in the midst of combat or engaged in a simple errand, the pleasure only comes in following duty, otherwise it cannot be fully exalted. Every now and then the photo comes back to him, as it should, but he manages to keep it at bay and not let it interfere with his duties; but when the god of lightning has completed all his commitments and can dedicate himself only to his beautiful partner… it is better for you to start running away.

It is really necessary for you to find a safe haven, because wherever he is, it takes Kashimo just a few minutes to reach you and appear in front of you, his eyes wide with excitement and the most perverse grin you have ever seen crossing his face. Electric shocks crackle around him, aiming in your direction like hissing snakes, almost enveloping you as his arms tighten around your back with energy.

"There she is, the little brat! What did you think you were doing by sending me that photo, hmmm? And why have you already got dressed?"

Well, I told you to escape: now, enjoy as much as possible Kashimo's hot hands that grab and squeeze you, tearing everything you are wearing to caress and pinch the flesh underneath, while his mouth it closes around the neck and bites it with the same hunger as a wolf, carving its mark on your throat, or it seeks the warmth of already dripping folds into which to insert that long and already darting tongue…

Higuruma Hiromi

Your photo arrives just at the most suitable time of the day, when there is total chaos in the law firm, and Higuruma opens the message almost by chance, as if to seek salvation and a bit of calm in your words.

And words are not at all.

The man's breathing is the only thing that changes in him, because his face remains impassive: however, his mind goes blank for an instant while the image of your naked body comes to occupy the entire screen and pushes away practices, tasks and deadlines with the force of a kiss, and he no longer hears anything or responds to anyone.

After entire minutes of silence and immobility, only a: "… Oh?" soft as a caress leaves his lips as he continues to stare at the screen and everyone believes that he is simply enchanted reading something, even if his eyes remain fixed and no one dares to come closer to check what is happening; and in the end the lawyer takes a weak sigh, closes his cell phone and goes back to his work as if nothing had happened, even if his day has completely changed.

His serious expression doesn't change even when he comes home and sees you, and initially he doesn't reply to your smile; then, just before you can say anything, he steps in front of you and stares straight into your eyes. “So, about what you sent me today…” A pause. "Show me the proof of what you say."

You laugh, already knowing where he is going with this; a matter of a few moments, before he grabs your face and gives you an intense kiss, one hand tightening around your hair to gently pull it and the other already undressing you, while he presses his chest against yours until he pushes you against the wall. You smile as you say goodbye to your clothes and underwear, because nothing can stop Hiromi until you are completely naked, just covered by that veil of light coming from the chandelier; and he can grab your hips and dig his nails into them while he lifts and holds you pressed against the wall with his own body, undressing himself just enough to allow you to caress him and him to take you in place and find relief in your soft arms.

Your excited gaze and bated breath push him to start to destroy you slowly but firmly, savoring your every moan and tremble, staring at you while you throw your head back and expose the throat to everything he wants to do to it. You richly deserved it, with your beautiful photo; just as you also deserved the long spanking session that will fall on your sweet buttocks as soon as Higuruma has tamed you well and then his gavel will find a fun use on you for the whole night…

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bo0tleg · 2 months

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GEMS MY FRIEND SAID WATCHING 'TOP GUN: MAVERICK' FOR THE FIRST TIME:

"The jacket! The famous jacket that pulls women, pulls men, pulls the world!"

"Oh look how hot~ he looks on that motorcicle. He's even pracing his ass!"

(Maverick, on screen: "Well... He's not here yet.") The mans madness has begun."

"MAVERICK DON'T DIE YOU STILL NEED TO HAVE YOUR GAY ROMANCE!"

"He lasted two months at Top Gun? HA. He probably was a bigger piece of work than the students."

"From what I can tell, Maverick tamed Iceman. In the first one he was the little annoying bitch and Maverick saw a challenge."

"I mean, at least these two (Penny and Mav) have chemistry. They hooked up in a plane, after all."

"Iceman solves his problems, Iceman keeps his job, what a simp. That's dog behavior."

"Maverick doesn't look likes he's flirting with her, he's just confused. His confused face looks like his flirting face, and people assume. I know this because people do it to me."

"Yeah, he's kinda like that one Olívia Rodrigo song that she gets confused when she sees her ex... What was it again?" ('bad Idea right?' by Olivia Rodrigo)

"I like him (Bob)! He's pathetic like me!"

"Oooohhh they're (Phoenix and Bob) gonna be besties! I can feel it."

(When Phoenix racks Rooster with the cue) "OHOHOHOOOO I LIKE HER ALREADY."

(Didn't notice Hangman taking Bob's cue, I relayed the information) "Aaaahhh don't steal Bob's cue. Bob's cool, Bob's nice."

(After rewinding the scene) "NO, NO, NO! WHO IS THAT? NOBODY CAN STEAL BOB'S CUE! I don't like him (Hangman)."

(Hangman, on screen: Bradshaw! As I live and breathe!) *Slowly turns towards me with dead eyes*

"That's not enemies to lovers, that's just enemies."

"With just this scene, I can tell this guy (Hangman) comes and goes. 'Sometimes I flirt with you, sometimes I hate you.' He's like a tsudere."

"Oh, got it. Phoenix is adopted into the man's group. She's a bro."

"I wouldn't say that they're his support system, but those two are the people that know him the best. Hangman is paying attention because he wants to be the best and needs to defeat Rooster. Phoenix is demonstrating a more sibling like worry."

"Hondo is like Mavericks babysitter."

"Oh. Oh, now Mav's flirting with her."

(Following the 'Baby on Board' comment) "Don't talk shit about Bob! I don't like Hangman."

"Maverick is like a step father to Rooster. Not in the 'HAHA I FUCKED YOUR MOM' kind of way, but in the way that he helped raise him."

"Where is Iceman? I'm here for the two of them, I don't give a fuck about Aeronautics."

"I think Ice and Maverick had a long relationship, but they're not together anymore. They maintained a friendship, but their lives probably went in different directions. I'd say they were together for 10, maybe 20 years."

('I ain't worried' by OneRepublic starts playing) "This song is from 2022? OH MY GOD THE SCENE"

"DON'T PLAY AROUND WITH GRANDPA!"

*Started chanting "BOB! BOB! BOB!" When he got picked up*

*Eeriely quiet during the bird strike, until Maverick starts talking to Rooster* "OH THEY'RE NOT DEAD. THEY COULDN'T HAVE KILLED BOB! IF THEY KILLED BOB I WOULD STOP AND NEVER WATCH TOP GUN EVER AGAIN!"

"Definitely 20 years. Ice is probably the only person Mav actually loved. Like, not a fling?" "Yeah, probably." "He's been with lots of women, and men, but Iceman is the only person he was ever in love with– maybe still is."

"I think his (Ice's) wife knows. That's probably why she recognizes Mav and is kind of friends with him." "That's probably why she just let him go up to see Ice." "YEAH GO AHEAD, FUCK MY HUSBAND!"

"It's pretty easy to notice that Snowman– No, ICEman."

"That is the face of a man who just lost the love of his life."

"Damn, the mans a beast. If It was me I'd already have cried, alone, in a room absolutely destroyed, never to come out again."

"He's got nobody, dude! I just want his step child to come back, because If he doesn't that man's gonna kill himself!"

"Why does it always have to have a romantic ending. Just leave him with his adoptive son. Go away."

"They (Penny and Mav) aren't going to end up together."

"I have a theory! Fanboy is obsessed with women! Cus he's 'Fanboy'." "But wouldn't he be called Simp, then?" "Ah, then he's obsessed with men." "... simp can be for men too."

"There's gonna be a Top Gun Three? Who's it gonna be about? It ain't gonna be Maverick, that man has a foot in the grave already."

"Bob is my favorite in the second movie. I have no favorites in the first one because everybody is very macho and very gay, and that's boring."

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deadwasteland-dazaisfan · 3 months

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ִ ࣪𖤐Teenage romance₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ᯓ★Synopsis: Being in a relationship with Dazai Osamu seemed like a huge problem to you, because his behavior often made you confused, and everything suggested that he would remain a silly guy who would remain alone for the rest of his days. But one day you had to realize that this wouldn't happen. Because he has you in his life.

ᯓ★Pairing: pm!dazai×fem!reader (both 16-18y.o);

ᯓ★Contains: fluff/comfort, hugs, kisses, hanging out together, teenage romance, nonsense, pm!reader, mention of murders, mention of criminal organizations drabble&headcanons, sfw, affection, mention suicide attempt;

| author's note: This is my first work, I hope you'll like it. Please don't judge too harshly I tried my best ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა |

The whole situation was so strange and unexpected for you that you really didn't understand where you were and what you needed to do. When you woke up in a dimly lit room, you found yourself lying in a room that looked like an infirmary. There was practically nothing around. There were no sounds either, but they soon appeared. There was a door at the end of this room, as you assumed, there was a corridor behind it. It turned out to be true.

A couple of minutes after you woke up, the door opened a crack, and a guy came in — funny shaggy hair, dark eyes, bangs on half of his face and a bandage covering one eye. He was dressed quite formally—a white shirt (although slightly frayed and wrinkled), a black tie, black trousers and shoes. He had a black jacket slung over one arm, he looked rather rumpled and seemed tired. Sitting down on the bed, you looked at the boy with bewilderment and suspicion when he finally came up to you and scratched the back of his head. Yawning lazily, he said:

«Well, hi, silly suicidal. Mori-san asked me to give you something, but I don't think you need it right now. Congratulations! Oh, though... It would probably be more accurate for me to say that I'm sorry, though...Aaaahhh, okay, never mind. I'm Osamu Dazai, don't be surprised, you survived your failed attempt and Mori-san and I dragged you here. He wants to recruit you...So you'd better come to your senses as soon as possible and come to his office. He doesn't like to wait too long... In short, you have no choice. Come on, get up! Can you walk?»

He gave you a dubious squint that made your skin crawl, and then silently walked away. He pulled out a small old chair (which you didn't notice right away), sat down on it, and crossing one leg over the other, began to read a small red book. Still in a strange trance state, you didn't even understand how he was doing everything, it was hard for you to figure out where you were sitting at all. After a couple of minutes of silence in the room, you finally came to your senses a little — you noticed that the room was not so empty, you were sitting on a fairly soft bunk, somewhere above there was a small window through which white light entered the room.

After that, you had the next challenge — to talk to this unknown. He has already introduced himself, and you instantly remembered his name. But still, he didn't mention where you were or who he was at all... So, swallowing hard, you turned your head, but then froze when you found that he was already looking at you. With a sigh, the boy put the book on his lap and looked at the ceiling, muttering

«You're probably wondering where you are and all that... Well, you're in the infirmary of Yokohama's main criminal organization, the Port Mafia. Welcome. No, don't worry, we won't kill or torture you. The boss has slightly different plans for you. But still... You know, if I were you, I'd think twice about choosing this stupid, absolutely shitty way! I'm sorry, but do you even have a brain? To what extent does one have to be a stupid girl to use such a non-working method! And yes, you don't have to ask about all the details of your "rescue." I'll just say one thing — you looked lousy. Yes, however, nothing has changed now...»

Finally, he fell silent, continuing to stare at the ceiling for a while, and then turned his gaze to you. Maybe it was time for you to introduce yourself?...

«You said your boss wants to hire me... Why does he need this?... I... I'm probably grateful for the rescue, but... What does he want?...»

Dazai just raised one eyebrow and then looked away, continuing the dialogue:

«Well, obviously he saw something useful in you for the mafia. He will definitely find a job for you, especially since our staff is very small now. Well, according to him, he just couldn't leave such a poor thing to die»

You've got your head down. The answer was obvious, and why didn't it immediately occur to you? Then you should have introduced yourself properly. You made some kind of pathetic gurgling sound, after which you quietly whispered:

«My name is... My name is Y/N...»

The young mafia turned a curious look at you and got up from his seat. Putting his hands on his hips, he said:

«Yeah, so Y/N you said... Okay. Come on, let's go. The boss should see you before lunch»

You carefully shifted on your bunk, and then lowered your feet to the floor, still sitting. But the real problem for you was getting up — no matter how much you tried to lift yourself, nothing came out. Apparently, your body is very weak, and your legs are numb. You began to have a slight panic, tears began to come to your eyes, and you began to suffocate from them. But it didn't take you a second when Osamu came up to you and gently pulled on your arms, and you were finally on your feet. Exhaling, you were about to take the first step, but the guy stopped you with the words "Where are we going?" after that, he easily picked you up in his arms. It was so unexpected that you squeaked, but he shushed you and said in a dissatisfied tone:

«Hey, I actually don't want you to break all your legs or overwork yourself... Anyway, it's not profitable for the mafia to keep you here for a few days.»

you were more than ready to object, but for some reason your inner self told you to keep quiet. Apparently, this was not the right situation for outrage.

So, after some time, you finally got out of the Mafia boss's office. Dazai seems to have understood everything in the blink of an eye from your distorted face. You were accepted, and now you could consider him a "colleague." He somehow abruptly and very unexpectedly jumped up to you and smiled broadly, said:

«Well, now you are one of us!»

This was your first meeting.

❛━━━━━━━ ••• ━━━━━━━❜

And then everything went the way you couldn't have expected, but it's not that you didn't like it. Conversely.

You had to go through many situations and complete many missions together. He also introduced you to other members of the Port Mafia. You were received very cordially, and, frankly, it warmed your heart.

Osamu kept saying how unprepared you were to work in this organization, and that you shouldn't have been here at all, but he supposedly couldn't contradict Mori (Of course, he was a brazen liar— he was the one who begged so desperately to keep you in the mafia for his own good). In short, you got along, you became even more than just colleagues.

One of the situations that you remember the most was how you fooled around and played cards together. It was funny, even though you never managed to win. But you always laughed maliciously when the intense struggle between Odasaku and Dazai continued without your participation. You knew that Oda would always have a way to beat the youngster, so you weren't surprised by Sakunosuke's next victory.

Basically, you've always been a witness to the endless quarrels and swearing between Dazai and Nakahara. It all got to such an extent that you started to get a headache from their shouts of indignation (it's good if they used only speech, and did not get into a frenzied fight). In the end, you just got up and left, but both boys, catching themselves in time, immediately fell silent and quickly followed you, simultaneously apologizing for their antics (in fact, while you were silent, they continued to whisper insults). You didn't have much choice, you were a kind-hearted person, so you just couldn't get mad at them.

But even though they "hated" each other, they were ready to unite at any moment just for the sake of your safety. You were a valuable person to them, not only in terms of being a mafia member — everyone knew perfectly well that one day you would have to make a choice.

But you were like friends with Chuuya — it seems that even on his part there was no initiative to enter into a romantic relationship. You spent no less time together than with Dazai (which made him, by the way, jealous, but of course he would never admit it). So at some point Osamu realized that it was time to throw away the final card. Many of your memories from the mafia are quite clouded — it is clear that the job was not easy, and there was not much light and fun there. But you will always remember the moments spent with a bandaged mafia member.

Your belated winter walks, when it's already starting to get dark outside, and many teenagers your age are already running home, worried that something might happen to them or their parents will scold them. But of course you weren't like that, because you are a fearless mafia that can walk around whenever and wherever you want.

Although many called him a "Demon-Prodigy" you could only agree with one part of that nickname — he was indeed a prodigy, but a demon perhaps only in appearance. He kept in himself those weakened, smoldering particles of warmth and love that he allowed to warm his heart only with you and Odasaku.

And you, like no one else, saw it and appreciated it. Perhaps you didn't even realize it yourself, but at some point your heart literally began to ache from the accumulated warm feelings for him. You endured this mental anguish because you were sure that he didn't need it, or he would reject you.

But fortunately, none of this happened.

You remember how you went for a walk in the snowfall, and you caught snowflakes in your mouth, and he called you stupid, but you didn't care. You called him stupid when he threw a nice snowball at you with all his might... You remember when the skin on your cheeks and hands was already starting to pinch and tighten from the cold, and you were laughing while you were fighting, and he always throw you to the deflection, and you landed in a giant snowdrift. All your clothes were soaked from the snow, and Dazai only stopped laughing when he saw you desperately trying to keep warm, shivering from the cold. Then it finally dawned on him, and you quickly went to the mafia building or to his "home". He wasn't particularly proud of his house, which was just a shipping container. So basically he took you to the mafia building, but if you insisted, he could agree to spend some time with you at his house.

In winter, Osamu was a real simpleton — he almost never wore a hat, scarf, or mittens. It could be bitterly cold outside, but he still went out without any warm clothes. His warm wardrobe for the winter was everything he wore in all other seasons, and the only thing that was added was a warm black coat that Odasaku gave him. You were always cursing why he was walking around with uncovered head and not dressed properly, but he waved you off and ignored your requests to wear a hat/scarf.

But still, one day, when you, having excellent knitting skills, knitted him cute warm mittens, he grunted with displeasure and took them without saying a word. However, during your next walk, you noticed that he was wearing them.

Right after that, you started knitting him a scarf, and after a couple of weeks it was ready. You also packed it as a small present, but as usual, Osamu did not appreciate your efforts with the decoration; but he wore the scarf all the time (not without your reminders ofc).

You wanted to go to the rink together to try yourself at it, but unfortunately, by the time you remembered your intentions, all the rinks were already closed, so you had to postpone this entertainment for the next year.

When spring came, everything always changed somehow: the mood improved, the work went easier, and everyone began to live a little better. This wonderful time of the year was something enlivening. Everyone knows that it is in spring that you can catch a wonderful natural phenomenon — cherry blossoms. The second name is hanami. You really loved these few short days when you could catch this sight. And Dazai, knowing this, finally decided to hint at inviting you to go with him one day (of course, he consulted with Oda and Hirotsu before). He's very lucky that you didn't hesitate to agree.

The preparation for the traditional holiday took place slowly, you managed to do all your business and buy all the necessary attributes. On the day of the celebration, you were wearing a very beautiful kimono in delicate, light shades, and Dazai made do with a simple dark haori. Don't have to mention that he was fooling around for almost half of your walk, but at some points he was unusually serious. You were a little confused by his sudden mood swings, but given his nature, you weren't too surprised. This youngster was unpredictable.

Admiring sakura went great, although Osamu managed to piss you off a couple of times. You saw his face when his dark eyes were staring into the distance, looking at the delicate pink, mixed with white petals slowly flying down — it was a look of anxiety and peace at the same time. And yet, a slight smile touched his lips.

Time passed, your relationship was at a stable level, but still your heart felt the insufficiency that the lack of love gave you. You tried to overcome these feelings with all your might, but nothing came out; it got to the point that one day you had a dream with him; but it was very touching and gentle — a spacious field, waving grass, a cool breeze and a scorching sun, and in the middle of it you, and only you two. More than half of the summer has already passed; Work has not stopped, of course, there are no summer holidays or vacations in the mafia. But sometimes you and Mr. Bandaged Mummy managed to get out of the hectic world of blood and murder.

It was very hot, and you couldn't stand the heat, so you tried to stay in places where the temperature was more or less stable or slightly cool. You always have taken ice cream from the same stall: Dazai has always chosen some strange and tasteless ones, but of course this is only in your opinion. You took your favorite flavor, and often offered him a taste, but he always refused. Boring jerk.

And one day it happened.

His birthday has just passed; it was only a couple of days later, when his 2-day absence from work became suspicious, and you found out that he had made another attempt on his holiday. It was like it cut into your heart — it was so painful to realize it. You tried to contact him somehow, called him, but he seemed to have forgotten about the existence of his phone. You knew it wouldn't be the best idea to show up on his doorstep, so you just had to wait him to show up himself.

And you remember that day by heart: when the bell rang at your door, then a small knock in confirmation. You immediately went to the door and opened it... Osamu was behind. You saw him like this for the first time — with a slight smirk on his lips, an apologetic expression on his face and ...a bouquet of white lilies... You didn't know why, but in that quiet moment when you saw him, you caught your breath and almost burst into tears.

All the emotions mixed into one huge lump that came to your throat, and you, knowing perfectly well why he was here, carefully, timidly took a step forward and hugged him, burying your face in his shoulder. One of his hands was holding a bouquet, so he lightly hugged you with his other hand. After a couple of moments, you heard him whisper:

«Well, don't whine... I can't stand it, you know»

Those words made you smile, and you pulled back a little. Without further ado, he handed you a beautiful, elegant and delicate bouquet of lilies, after which he added:

«Well, I hope you've at least guessed that this is an occasion....»

«Sure... You wanted to apologize, didn't you?»

«And you're smart today, mouse»

You smiled at his comment; he always called you that in a teasing manner, but now it sounded more affectionate. You understood everything at once — white lilies, such a beautiful flower, which means apologies and kindness of intentions. It was his way of earning your forgiveness for what he tried to do to himself.

You spent the evening together; Lilies flaunted in a pretty vase, you watched some kind of movie. It's been dark outside for a long time, but it seems that both of you had no plans to let each other go. And yet, you both felt the tension in the silence that you allowed to hang.

You've been waiting for this. And he knew that there would be no better moment.

«Y/N.»

«Yes?»

«Forgive me»

«For what?»

«For what I'm about to do-»

As soon as he uttered the last sentence, you felt his hands on your shoulders, and he left a light, almost weightless kiss on your lips. It was so funny and embarrassing for you at the same time. Osamu looked at you for a while before hugging you to him and burying his face in your hair.

«You're all I need. You're all I can ask for.»

He muttered softly. After a couple of minutes of hugging, you finally did what you wanted — interrupted his speech and pulled him into a real kiss... But don't think he gave up on you so easily. No way. He's going to take matters into his own hands anyway...

But that day was what divided your life into before and after.

In a good way.

|P.S I think I wrote too much (( I have such a writing style, I hope you liked the headcannons mixed with drabbles. Thanks for reading! I hope I will release some more works. 𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ |

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months

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Yandere Male Monster Musume: Feeding The Beasts

“Alright boys, this is the new schedule. Per Centoreo’s suggestion and some…tweaking on my half. These days belong to you and I’m asking that you respect it so you’re not smothering–”

“Oooh! I have a question!”

“Shut up chicken! Darling wasn’t finished yet!”

“Aaaahhh! Help! The worm’s killing me! Ahh!”

“Maybe I should since you still seem confused about your place in this household.”

Pypi continue to wiggle within Milo’s coils while the other was trying to avoid the sharpened talons swinging at him. You and Centoreo let out an exhausted sigh before moving away from the tussling group.

“So, master I wanted to ask this ‘communal time’ what is that?”

Pointing at the color-coded spot on the calendar you preened clearing your throat. After all, you had thought long and hard about what would make things easier for their shared obsession. Activities! Activities were what brought the girls together, building the friendships that ultimately protected the main guy from getting hurt…for the most part.

“Ah yes, that is the time where we all must spend together. We are roommates after all it’d be best if we get along.”

It got really quiet. Your eyes trailed from your calendar to look at the group; who were all looking at you like you were insane. Lips curled, eyebrows lifted, and all fighting stopped–it was something when they all start laughing. Deadpanned while they continued to curl and howl in laughter. Milo was tearing up slapping his hand and tail against the floor, while Pypi kept banging against the ceiling. And Centoreo, in an attempt to be polite, kept his laughs behind his hand failing to stifle his snickers.

Finally quieting to occasional chuckles Centoreo spoke, “Ah, I’m sorry my master, it's just that seems like a ridiculous idea!”

“Yeah, Darling, even I wouldn’t want to sit around and pretend to be friends with rivals.” Milo quipped finally reclining into the couch. Pypi did the same letting his shoulders bounce as he continued to have spurts of laughter.

“Yeah! Even I’d rather we wrestle by ourselves.”

You put a hand to your forehead as Milo sneered at the knowing smirk on the blue-haired harpy’s face.

“Well, I think it’s a great idea, sweet pea!”

Everyone’s gaze snapped to Smith who was sipping on a hot cup of coffee on the couch. Milo was the first to react shooting off the couch to protectively wrap around you as he scowled at the agent.

“You!? How’d you get in here?!”

With a snide smile, Smith twirled a key around his finger before pocketing it. Centoreo turned away with a heavy huff while Pypi’s talons raked against the floor, making terrifying scrapes against the floor. Milo’s grip tightened around you as he protectively tucked your head underneath his, You looked up with widened eyes you felt a severe sense of urgency. This was how you’d get a rib broken if you didn’t calm their amping anger. With great struggle, you pushed your hands out of Milo’s intensifying grip to straighten out your crumpled calendar as you pointed to the first day of the schedule.

“Y-you guys! T-t-today belongs to–mmh!”

“Me!”

Milo squealed squishing your cheeks in tandem with his excitement before shifting the entirety of your weight to his arms. Curling you into himself he rocketed himself into his room where he cheered the whole way.

Leaving the remaining few to seeth with the calendar that was flung behind.

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To find that the one you dreaded spending time with the most was actually somewhat enjoyable.

“Are you comfortable my Darling?”

“Actually yeah.”

You were cooling off after the steamy environment of the open bath. Granted it was stressful back then to slap away Milo’s hands that seemed to wander. He didn’t mind it when you went to put on a swimsuit, saying something about ‘modesty being sexy on you.’ He says he also went to put on a bathing suit you couldn’t tell what exactly he was covering but whatever. Nonetheless, you agreed to indulge him leaning against his shoulder in the bath and leaning against his chest in the comfort of his room.

His back was against the wall, his tail curled around your spread legs as his arms wrapped around your stomach. Occasionally you felt the air of his breath or the smile that spread into the top of your head but otherwise, you were comforted. His body wasn’t particularly warm or too cold which allowed you the perfect temperature to relax on.

You listlessly tapped and swiped at your phone occupying yourself with the device as you let your mind wander. This didn’t seem so bad, after all. You had your worries, organizing the schedule, almost certain Milo would take the excuse of his day to try and force his advances on you. But he did no such thing, limiting his usually aggressive attempts to 'mate' with you to playful touches and flirty remarks.

“I like this (Y/n).”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…I’m sorry about what I said about your schedule.”

“Is’okay.”

What surprised you most was that you didn’t hate this. The non-scheming, non-screeching Milo that was content to simply hold you against his chest as the sun had begun to set. A Milo, that was satisfied with just this at least for now. Now that you were making way for his affection he didn’t seem as crazy as before. In that way, Milo was like a flame. If you wanted not to get hurt, you just needed to keep him fed.

You like the ‘fed’ Milo more than his usual self. Because you weren’t afraid to let your eyes droop around him. And as you slipped into a light nap you could only hope to keep this Milo around a lot longer.

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“Uhm Milo… maybe I should do the cooking.”

“Nope! Nope! Not today my Darling! I want to ta-earn my prize on this special day!” Milo exclaimed proudly haphazardly waving the spatula around.

When you awoke the sunlight had faded for the stars and a look at the time confirmed that you were late for dinner. You snapped up attempting to pull yourself from your grip only for a half-awake Milo to pull you back. When you reiterated how you had to cook Milo took it upon himself to do this for you; on the price that you praise him with a kiss.

You wouldn’t be as concerned as you are if it weren’t for Milo mirroring the trait of Miia from the show–that she was a terrible cook. The black smoke billowed out of the pot with a noxious smell.

“Uh well, m-maybe you should measure some of your–oh wow.”

You tried to advise as he casually dumped an entire can of mayonnaise into the bubbling pot. If anyone asked, you couldn’t tell what he was cooking but you hoped that his excitable dancing around would spill whatever it was.

“Well, I won’t be able to ‘enjoy’ this per my vegetarian diet.” Centoreo huffed attempting to cover his nose. He put a hand on your back pulling you close to him, “And with what you’re making (Y/n) shouldn't either.”

Milo continued to stir his pot with a smile as he used his tail to trip the centaur, dragging your stool closer to him as Centoreo crashed to the ground.

“No worries! I’ve only ever added vegetables! Yup no meat in here so everyone will love it~!”

He sang to himself continuing to add whatever to the pot. Pypi popped into the kitchen wearing a clothing pin on his nose as he peaked over Milo’s shoulders. Sticking his tongue out in disgust he flew to you rubbing his face into your lap as he wrapped his wings around your waist.

“Yuck! Yuck! It smells so gross (Y/n)! I don’t have to eat that do I?”

Before you could respond that same scaley muscle squeezed Pypi, flinging him off of you as his smile twitched.

“Yes, you will because in our house! You’ll eat what I cook, do you understand?!”

At that moment something shot out of the pot, zipping past you to singe the wood of an adjacent cabinet. You looked at Milo who shrugged with a nervous smile as everyone gave horrified looks.

“Well, I’m glad I went ahead and ordered takeout.”

Smith laughed leaning on your back, Milo’s lip puckered and he caved into himself as he admitted defeat. You felt bad his feelings were hurt but you weren’t going to put any of what he made into your mouth.

As you passed one of the takeout containers to the still-moping naga, you called out to him.

“Hey. You tried and that's what counts.”

“Yeah but now I’ll never get that kiss!”

You shook your head grabbing your own utensil to take a bite. Despite being sated he was still Milo and as far as you would know: you were his only goal in the end.

“Well maybe on your next day, I can show you how to cook. How about that?”

The smile that spread across his face was blinding, his amber-slitted eyes gleaming with a light blush.

“Okay, yeah!”

Diving into your own plates and bowls you felt particularly confident. If all Milo needed was some affection then surely Pypi would be much easier to satisfy.

Right?

@yandere-city

#yandere male monster musume #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere monster musume #yandere male monster musume x reader #yandere lamia #yandere harpy #yandere centaur #yandere genderbend monster musume

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 9 months

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Sweet Release

✨SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE✨

Hey @h3apm3ch4n151m. Enjoy. ❤️

Warning(s): kiss, suffocation, the effects of the vacuum of space on the human body

So this is it.

Here you are.

Your ship, completely destroyed.

You, the only survivour of the destruction.

And now you wait for death. You float endlessly through space, your oxygen slowly running out.

There are many ways you could die here in deep space. You could be pulled into the gravity of a planet... or, god forbid, a star or black hole...

However, what seems most likely right now is suffocation. It will be slow and painful, but hey, so will every other death you could possibly have in this god-forsaken endless void...

...

Suddenly, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

It almost looks like... an eel, of some kind... or maybe a person... or maybe both...?

"Aaaahhh~ What a surprise this is~" A strange, almost ethereal voice calls out, presumably from that strange creature... "How strange, I don't see your kind thiiiiis deep very often~"

You freak out and reach to your waist for a weapon, but... unfortunately for you, all of the weapons were on the ship, and you didn't have any time to grab any... so, you just have to deal with whatever this thing chooses to do with you...

"A human, hm~? I wonder why you were so deep in my territory~" The creature giggles, and begins to wrap its body around you. "Mining operation to find stuff that doesn't exist on your planet~? Or maybe you were preparing for war, I've heard your kind really likes war~"

"Let go of me-!" You demand, wriggling in this creature's grasp.

"Please, we both know you're on the verge of death, so I have no reason to kill you~!" He pats you on the head. "So, you have absolutely noooo reason to worry about me doing anything to ya~"

"...so then, what do you want from me...?"

"I just want to talk to you, that's all! I don't get to talk to people like you very often, seeing as your kind live so far away from this area..." He sighs. "...not just your kind, practically no intelligent life lives out here, so I'm always so bored and hungry... aha, but now I have you to talk to~! My name's Floyd, by the way~! Tell me, why are you here? You didn't answer me earlier!!"

Well, he sure is persistent...

"If you really must know, my crew and I were searching for another habitable planet..."

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!" He bursts out in laughter, squeezing you a bit tighter with his long, slightly glowing tail. "Aaahh~ That's hilarious~ You're gonna die, and it will have been for nothing~"

"Huh-?"

"There aren't any habitable planets out here, none whatsoever~! Isn't that funny?? You were going in the complete wrong direction if you wanted somewhere to live~!" He finally stops laughing at you. "Say, Shrimpy, how many people were in that 'crew' of yours?"

"Shrimp-? N-never mind... whatever... anyways, there were..." You pause, thinking about everyone. All the people you knew on that ship, your friends, enemies, acquaintances... all of them, gone... "Including me... there were... 106 people on our ship..."

He begins to laugh again... a cruel, unending, boisterous laugh.

"S-sorry, sorry~ I hardly ever get to talk with people like you, and just... aaaah, it always surprises me how hilarious you are~ You're all so funny, and so pathetic, too~"

"Great, I get to be made fun of and laughed at in the last moments of my life..." You sigh. You're starting to feel the effects of your oxygen running out...

"Aw, sorry Shrimpy~ Tell ya what, I could make sure you have a nice time as you go out~" Floyd insists, moving so that you can see his face clearly.

"I highly doubt that you could give me a nice death..."

"We could kiss~" He licks his lips. "I could make sure it's really nice for ya! But... ehe, you have that stupid helmet in the way. Just take it off~"

"But... I-I'd die... horribly..."

"So? You're gonna die horribly anyways! Why not do this?? At least this'll be quick~"

Well, he does have a point...

This will probably be faster than suffocation...

"...alright then. Why not... I mean, not much else I can do..." You sigh, and bring you hands up to your head... are you really about to do this?

"Here, let me help ya~"

He places his hands on your helmet just as you do.

And then, the two of you pull it off of you.

You immediately feel the effects of the vacuum.

You feel like you're boiling alive, but it's freezing at the same time... your eyes feel like they're going to explode- no- it's your entire head...

Floyd presses his lips firmly onto yours.

You can practically feel the air being sucked right out of your lungs... soon, the deoxygenated blood will reach your brain... and then, you'll fall unconscious... and finally die...

Just twelve more seconds.

...

The kiss is amazing.

Strangely enough, it almost helps you forget about how much pain you're in.

And slowly, slowly, slowly...

You drift off into your eternal sleep.

...

"Shrimpy, wake upppp... I'm bored..."

You wake up on the floor of your boyfriend's dorm room.

"Agh, my head... what happened...?" You ask, rubbing the back of your head in pain.

"We fell asleep together watching a movie about space." Floyd tells you. "You must've fallen off the bed at some point, heh~"

"Oh... oh, I... I see..."

You stare up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about that experience...

It was all... a dream.

...

Strange.

#btw my knowledge on what happens to the unprotected human body in the vacuum of space is limited to: the short research i did for this AND #that one episode of the magic schoolbus #floyd leech #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd x reader #twst floyd #twst floyd leech

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sharkfinn · 4 months

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Ahem, I am so glad you asked.

Okay, so a while back, I was really trying to figure out the correlation between the Rat King and Splinter. I still don't fully understand what really went down, but I do believe that Splinter is dead.

Listen, you said that Draxum is a really good Dad. So I think it is more likely that what happened did happen. But, you said in the tags that he still views humanity as dangerous and foreign. So, I think that Draxum does think that humans are to be feared.

When Huginn and Muginn explained why Spots room had some human stuff in it, Draxum freaked out and started asking things and saying that they could have brought back a human transmitter or a tracking device, lol. So he is paranoid in some aspects.

I mean, why did Spot attack April? I already mentioned some possibilities in the past, but now I think he attacked her just because she's a human who's affiliated with his brothers. I don't even think he knows she's their friend. Like, has Draxum even mentioned the fact that he saw April and his sons together already??? Did he even take into consideration when Leo said they were "all set in the Dad department"??? That's definitely ominous!

I think the best possible reason why Draxum could be using the Rat King as an illusion to scare Spot is because of his overprotectiveness. He just wants to keep his son safe. He's already lost four, and so he couldn't handle losing another one. So maybe he's using the Rat King as a disguise for Splinter? Maybe everything that Spot experienced when him and his brothers were held captive was all just a nightmare. Maybe Splinter is using it to scare him away from the dangers of this world...?

But that doesn't really add up because why is Draxum sending him on a mission to save his brothers? He's asked about what happened when he was taken by the Rat King, so why would he just bring up something traumatic that never happened? To be manipulative? That doesn't sound like your Draxum.

The Rat King terrorized Spot's brothers, but where's any sign of the others being traumatized? Did they just forget? I know Spot was significantly younger than all of them, but they all were still kids. They may have been affected a little differently, but It doesn't change what they went through.

Leo says they already have a Dad, so if Splinters dead, who could possibly be raising them? Has April already met their Dad? In some sick way, has the RAT KING been raising them this whole time? I can imagine that once Spot meets his brothers and goes to their lair, he'll see him and totally freak out and realize they really don't remember anything. He'll sound insane to them. It'll be even crazier for his brothers when they find out that Draxum is their actual Dad since they don't remember the childhood they spent with him.

I think it's possible that Splinter did, in fact, take the other turtles because he thought Draxum had ill intentions with the turtles, but he was wrong. I already called out this parallel with the Rat King and Splinter. But it could still just be a difference in universes. I mean, maybe the Rat King, whoever he may be in this universe, came to Draxum's home and took his sons to get revenge? He could be a failed experiment of Draxum's, or maybe he's someone that Draxum wronged in the past, and he just doesn't remember him.

Like, why would he specifically just take his sons? Why did he kill Splinter and not Draxum? Why burn Draxum's lab to the ground? Why did he mind control them? Maybe he's wasn't thinking straight? I really don't know.

I was asking a while back how the others were able to get away from the Rat King if all Draxum could save was Spot. If the Rat King hasn't been taking care of them, then how did they get away? Who found them all hurt and alone? It seemed to me like they were defenseless when they were ALL there together. I mean, there's proof. So when Spot was taken, how'd that even the odds? Did the Rat King get distracted, and they ran off behind his back? Possibly.

And for some reason, Raph got mind controlled? It doesn't seem like any of the others did as well, so why him? Because he's the oldest and the strongest? Did the Rat King use him to keep them from running off? Like, whenever they'd wonder off, would Raph go and get them? 'Cause if that's the case... god. That's so messed up. Using their big brother that would never hurt them in a million years to keep them in line? Jesus. That explains this... :(

Anyway, I am so baffled as to how this is all gonna fix itself. Like, we've seen future stuff of the turtles past all this mess. How long does it take for them to heal from this? Splinter getting killed in front of them, getting taken by the Rat King and leaving their father, having god knows what done to them by the Rat King in their time of captivity, getting separated by Spot and Spot seperated by his brothers, them forgetting Spot for many many years and out of no where meeting their long lost brother dragging their unconscious friend to GOD KNOWS WHERE! WHAT THE HELL 😂???

I'm at a loss, to be honest. I will be waiting here as you decide whatever's gonna happen after this point. I, for one, cannot choose just one single possibility. This story could go either way, tbh. All I know is that this is gonna be really hard to explain to his brothers, lmao. I am very excited to see them interact, though. I think that Spot and his brothers' time together will kind of be like the Mutant Manhunt au where Raph got separated by the brothers and was at the battle Nexus. Or, the story will be a lot more chaotic. Again, it could go either way. It really depends on who their "Dad" is, in my opinion. It would've been cool if April's Mom took them in, but that wouldn't explain the Dad department Leo was mentioning. Unless it was a joke and he was talking about Lou Jitsu or Jupiter Jim, and I shouldn't take it so seriously, lol.

I hope you like my rant. I sound so normal about this au, don't I? (If you saw any grammatical errors, no, you didn't).

AAAAHHH i cant wait !!!!!!!!!! :]

#sharkfinnasks #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt au #sharkfinnarts #i love love love being able to hear peoples interpretations of what i made so far #little brother au

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fp-am · 5 months

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Alright listen. I’ve been thinking for a second and I had a small AvA thought, but I’m slightly scared of it but I need to share it here so if it happens (probably won’t) I’ll be like “called it.”

Actually the more I think about it the more it makes sense IM ACTUALLY SCARED OF THIS THING OMG

THEORY TIME!

So I’ve been thinking about Alan. My question was “well wth are they gonna do do him?” Because, well, they can barely do anything to him as it is right now. Alan’s a real person, there’s not much they can do to mess with him other than maybe break his computer. But if they wanted to do that, they would’ve followed Chosen into Alan’s computer, and they definitely would have seen him there when they went through Chosen’s memories. So why did Victim even interrogate Chosen about Alan in the first place? It seems worthless to go through with all that for a simple cyberattack.

I think (and hear me out on this) they’re coming after Alan in the actual world.

I think they want to find where Alan actually lives and attack him there. But how?

Well I don’t think The Box is just for keeping Chosen. I think it’s for keeping Alan. If Victim can only be amplified inside The Box, why try to being him anywhere else? If they keep Alan in the box, they could do anything to him.

Looking back at the episode we see a lot of parallels to the first AvA. Victim’s clones, the weapons he uses, yada yada. Of course Victim would want to make Alan feel what he went through. However, the only reason Victim is so strong is because he is inside The Box. Chosen was nothing but a test. Seems kind of extreme, but it makes sense when you look at it from a stick figure point of view. From that POV, Alan can be considered a god. They’re making something to hold and torture what they think is a god. (Which is funny to me bc they’ll be real disappointed to find out he’s just some wet cat.)

This is plausible and all, but the question is how would they get him in there? Simple. Virtual Reality. We already know Rocket is some sort of agency, manufacturing isn’t too far out of their league. Once they find where Alan actually is in the real world, blackmailing him and getting him to put on the headset wouldn’t be so hard.

If we’re to go even further, they could upload Alan’s consciousness into the internet and give him a body so he’d really feel the pain. They’d keep him contained, and probably try to kill him

GUYS IM SCARED😭😭 I’m most likely wrong but IM SCARED AAAAHHH

#alan becker #animation vs animator #ava #animation vs minecraft #avm #ava victim #ava 6 #ava season 2 #ava s2

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pettydollie · 2 months

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monster - m.s x reader

warnings/notes: 18+, mdni, ageless blogs dni, pretty much no plot smut, cumming, licking/sucking/biting, pet names (sweetheart, angel, and princess), fingering, matt cums without being touched by you, gore, rips off ur clothes, hes kinda a stalker tbh, lowercase intended, reader thinks shes gonna die, like the song says, he eats ur heart a/n: WARNING: THIS MAKES NO SENSE <3 1st divider by @muruffin 2nd banner created by @iwonbin wc: 1.5k

you scream at the top of your lungs, seeing a somewhat familiar(?) creature in your bed. you throw a plushie at him in defense, screaming even louder when his bright blue eyes glow in your direction, illuminating the dark room. they were beautiful, you must admit. you feel enraptured by the color as your breathing slows for a moment. that is until he begins to crawl towards you.

you shriek, scrambling back hurriedly against the bed's frame. you grab onto the headboard, thinking that it might help. SHOCKER, it does nothing. you're cornered by the monster, his fangs peeking out onto his bottom lip. you wince, seeing how the tips draw blood on his pouty lip.

he leans over of you, admiring your gorgeous features. the way oversized ripped black tank dangles above you. oxygen has now left your body. you cant speak. cant scream. cant breathe. he giggles adorably, his hand touching your face with his clawed hand. he brushes it gently. he feels secure and happy. but youre still freaking out. in your head, atleast.

"uuhhh" he lets out a noise. your eyebrows furrow. can he not speak? duh, idiot. you mentally smack your forehead, of course he cant speak english, hes a MONSTER, not human. "um!" you manage to let out in a whisper. "hi.."

this makes the monster smile. his sharp fangs showing. "hi."

"AAAAHHH!" you scream. you hit him in the head with your hand. however, you kinda feel bad when his grin drops. he's offended, he thought you liked him?

"mean." he says, even though he wasn't at all affected by your little tap. he shakes hair out of his face, humming contently. "watched you." he speaks softly and you can see his eyes beginning to change. they're closed more, they have a look of lust and hungry desire.

you feel as though this has happened before. this isn't new. except this time it's different. this time, it's better than that reoccurring dream you have every day. he's real, you know he's real. though you still hesitantly touch his veiny arm, just to make sure.

he still looms over you, his hot breath getting closer to your lips. you don't know why, but you can't shove him off you. you don't want to. you know he's a monster. he's probably killed hundreds of people. he seems unreal as his lips ghost yours. "love you." is all he says before he crashes them hungrily into you.

he's intoxicating. you've never felt this way before. this aching, carnal desire for someone- or rather something you don't even know. "mmph.." you whine before pushing him back slightly, his mouth covered in drool. he licks up your saliva and raises a brow. your breath hitches. "wh..whaddya mean you 'watched me'?.."

he huffs adorably, pawing at the bottom of your tiny shirt, his claws scratching lightly at the fabric. "smelled you. delicious. divine. watched you sleep." he adjusts the two of you on your precious bed, a position where his barely covered dick is in between your soft legs.

you suck in a breath. he's ethereal. how could something so terrifying be so sweet? he begins to pant as if he can't handle being so close to you. "hurt not being with you. you love me too." he shakes the bed as he teared one leg of your pants with his razor sharp nails. you gasp, looking down at the rip, but he snatches your face back to him almost immediately, his hand not leaving your jaw.

"you love me too. you said so." he grumbles needily.

his hands roam your body, snatching the pajamas off your body. you don't even have time to take a breath when he's already done taking off your undergarments. you feel the cool breeze from outside your open window against your hardened nipples.

perhaps you've met him many times before. it feels as though you have, however you can't remember. you don't want to think about it. you can't think about it as soon as his one item of clothing is off his lean body and thrown behind him somewhere. your eyes fill with tears and your breathing picks up heavily.

your pretty eyes scan his entire build shamelessly, and you begin unconsciously rolling your hips into his crotch. you whimper in desperation, but he grabs your delicate hands and brings them towards his chest. "touch me, angel."

as his hands still hold yours, you rub all over his body. you take in a small gasp as you feel his abs. he growls, dropping your hands and then kissing your neck. you whine, his chest touching your perky tits causing you to go into a frenzy. he sucks your sweet spot and you accidentally slip out a pornographic moan. he growls even more, thirsting to taste you.

"heart. mine." he groans, backing away for a moment to stare into your impatient eyes almost as if he were asking a question. you nod without thinking. he bites his lip seductively, red liquid dripping down from his chin to the valley of your breasts.

you breathe heavily and are about to pull him in for another kiss when his face is shoved above your tit, right where your heart is beating. he takes a few seconds to put his ear on your bare skin, listening to the thumping. he whimpers and licks the skin a couple of times before murmuring, "it only hurts for a moment." you're about to question his words but he's faster.

in a millisecond he sinks his fangs into the flesh. hungrily sucking and biting until he can rip open your insides. you can't make any noise. you can hardly even see. well. this isn't exactly how you thought you'd go out, but atleast you had a good run.

your entire body is numb. you don't know how or why, but it is. matthew sniffs your heart and bucks his hips into your thigh hard. he takes a quick breath and eats your heart. he devours the muscle and rubs small circles into your hip to calm you down.

he moans loudly, the noise vibrating off the walls. he almost chokes on his own spit when he releases all over your leg. it's just too good, you're too good.

you're not calm but you're not freaking out. to be honest, you feel high. you can't feel matt's two fingers pressed down onto the side of your neck where your pulse is. he feels the tap tap as he gulps down the last bit of your heart. the hand that was previously on your hip moves to your right hand, kissing it gently.

you can't speak and you wouldn't dare too anyway. you feel fucking fabulous. everything is so clear now. you're not dead. you've just come alive. "i've missed you." he swipes his fingers on his chin, collecting the remains of your blood before sticking them into his mouth whorishly.

he pants, wiping the sweat from his forehead. you gaze at the falling beads, wanting to lick it all up. your tongue lolls out in anticipation. you'll ask about what's happened later, but for now, you need him. you roughly grab ahold of his shoulders and his hands come to rest on your waist. you sit up on your knees, him brushing your hair behind you as you do so.

he looks up at you angelically with hearts in his luminous eyes and you know you have the same hearts beating in yours. "oh, sweetheart." he coos and moves his hand down to your clit, rubbing ferociously. you whine, rolling your hips into his fingers.

"fuck! mm.!" you shut your eyes tightly and he smirks wildly, moving them to your entrance where they're shoved inside. you moan, your eyes bursting open. "oh my.. GOD!-"

"not my name, princess." he ushers you on, trying to get you to spill. he knows you remember his name now. and he wants to hear it. his fingers pump at a faster pace to edge you on.

you don't think, just squeal, "matthew! ugh, mmm..!!" you squirt all over his fingers, coating them in your fluids. he pulls them out immediately, dragging his digits into his mouth again, sucking your cum off. you move to straddle his lap, sucking hickeys into his neck. his claws graze your back as he pulls his fingers out with a pop.

his hand moves from your back to your neck, roughly wrapping it around. he pulls you off and brings you into a hot and wet kiss. its a type of kiss you see in movies. one that says, "i love you" or "i missed you so very much."

when he pulls back, your swollen lips form a pout. he chuckles attractively, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. "hiya sweetheart."

literally wtf was that. im so sorry LMAO

tags: @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns

#𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸 #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #reader #fem reader #y/n #matthew sturniolo

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 8 months

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I had a thought; hear me out.

There's already a vault edition pack smth for the game — Ghost, Makarov, some other guy, and ofc, Price — as operators. Official and ready for pre-order.

The games (so far) usually do not introduce dead characters as operators (unless later revealed to be alive like Alex and Graves) cause the multiplayer canonically occurs after the campaign, right?

Besides (my own thinking), if Price was actually gonna die in the game, it'd be such a huge turning point in the franchise. Would they really reveal in the trailer just like that?? Or is it just misleading?

Point is there may be hope for Price yet 🤞

YEP he's there in the official vault bundle alright 👌

I absolutely love Price and I definitely hope he stays alive. What I wanna see though is Price (or any character in that matter) somehow getting hurt (oop 👀) and be unavailable for sometime in the campaign, idk. JUST MAKE ME WORRIED. MAKE ME SAD.

Like imagine the boys having to go on without Price for the time being. Imagine how Gaz will feel. Imagine how Farah reacts, how the others will handle it. LIKE AAAAHHH THE DRAMA. GIVE ME ALL THE DRAMA.

And yeah from the multiplayer & corporate point of view, killing Price is gonna be a BAD move.

#to summarize: I don't want anyone to die. I want someone to get hurt.#these two statements can stand side by side #I WANT DRAMA AND ANGSTTTT #sleepy answers #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty Modern warfare III #call of duty moderm warfare 2023

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YES!! SIMON AS VESSEL WOULD TOTALLY BE LIKE A SECRET ROMANTIC!!! LIKE THAT MAN TOTALLY IS ALL FOR SECRETLY WRITING SONGS ABOUT HIS LOVE FOR READER AND USES VESSEL AS HIS OUTLET FOR IT??? I mean of course reader would know bc yeah, but THE FANS WOULD BE LIKE "vessel who hurt you" AND ITS JUST

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAHHHHHRHRHRH

using music as an outlet to basically confess to you, over and over again???? MY HEART!!! this is so cute :((

just. thinking about how simon could not express himself from the get-go but give him a pen and the words, the love, just spills over. like a jug overflowing. it comes so easy to him then, the way he can tell you (and the world) how he feels.

but without the mask, he's kind of a dork :( those dad jokes are fresh in my mind hehehehhwjs

just. the disparity between vessel and ghost?? killing me

vessel is all like: i’d turn my walls to gold to bring you home again so show me that which i cannot see even if it hurts me, even if i can't sleep

while ghost is all like: two goldfish are in a tank. one turns to the other and says, "you know how to drive this thing?"

and imagining them as the same person is making me lose it AAAAHHH i love it sm 😭

#rat <3 #ask #simon ghost riley

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goose-duck · 4 months

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trolls x Male reader //characters mentioned: Floyd, Veneer, Velvet, Y/N

I thought abt this and decided to write it, ur velvet and veneer's little brother. Why brother? Why not gender neutral? Bc I'm male and I want to be the center of attention, okay?YOU ARE SIBLINGS IN THIS, DONT GET WEIRD!! AND FLOYD AND YOU ARE JUST BUDDIES!! NO FUNNY BUSINESS!!

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Veneer's PoV:I was just laying on the couch in the living room, it's just a Saturday, no shows no nothing, boring. Velvet doesn't even want me to do anything today and I haven't seen Y/N yet today so he's probably still asleep..or doing something foolish, you never really know with that guy.Y'know, I could go talk to the troll...oh what's his name..? Do trolls have a name..? Oh! Flower? I think that's his name! Flower! I'll go talk to him.

••••••3rd person PoV:Veneer walks into the studio room to talk to Floyd when he sees that Floyd is in fact, not there. The whole diamond perfume bottle is gone actually! The troll Veneer trollnapped has been double trollnapped!

••••••Veneer's PoV:Sh*t...oh no...Vel's gonna kill me when she finds out Flower is missing! What do I do? What do I do? Aaaahhh.

••••••3rd person PoV:Veneer starts running around looking for "Flower" and yelling "Flower, where are you?" . Everyone in the building assumes he either lost his mind or is looking for flour for baking, not that they've ever seen him bake, but who knows what those twins get up to in their free time? I mean, their little brother bakes so who's to say the older siblings don't?

••••••Veneer's PoV: I still haven't found that dang troll! What do I dooo? Ughhh!I walk past my little brother's room to hear him talking to someone, maybe he's in a phone call...but I like to know who he's talking to because he's ended up talking to some real strange people without knowing it thanks to me and Vel bringing him to put shows. I kind of feel bad about it so I try to protect him where I can while still letting him have fun.I stand just outside Y/N's bedroom door, which he's conveniently left open. I'm just out of view from where his bed is. I don't understand why he wanted such a small room actually, he just insisted on it, saying it was more cozy or something? Maybe it is, but I'm not interested in finding out.Anyway, I stand outside his room and listen quietly to hear who he's talking to.It's that troll! I recognize that voice! What's he doing talking to my little brother!? What was Y/N doing in the studio? ...what has that troll told him..? If he knows what me and Vel did will he still love us...?I start to get worried and lean against the wall, sliding down it until I get to the floor. It's really hitting me now just how bad everything we did to that troll and everyone else is. I knew it was bad, but now that I'm worrying my little brother might never want to talk to me again...I don't know...it just really solidifies how bad of a person I've become just to make Velvet happy...

••••••Earlier in the dayY/N's PoV:I was just wondering around the mansion, it's early morning and I woke up before everyone else, as per usual. It's winter break so I don't have to go to school, but I'm still stuck on that schedule for waking up at 5, which is annoying because I was really hoping to sleep in. My older siblings are so lucky! They're famous so they don't have to go to school right now, they make so much money off their music that it doesn't matter what else they do.I remember them always being really bad singers...I guess maybe they took voice lessons? I vaguely remember Veneer saying something about that...I wish the would have asked me to sing with them but I guess that would have thrown off the twins gimmick if their little brother is also with them. I'm a great singer...I did choir for years...I've sung on stages for crowds many times...I can even play a few instruments...maybe I should just make my own music career?Actually, that'd be something to do with my morning since no one's awake to tell me not to...I can use their studio! I don't think I'll actually become famous, but it might just be fun to play with the equipment and pretend I'm a famous singer like Velvet and Veneer!

••••••3rd person PoV:Y/N starts walking to the recording studio. Normally Velvet or Veneer would make him leave but since they're both asleep no one's there to him from just going in, except maybe a lock? But Y/N doesn't believe either sibling is attentive enough to actually lock a door.

••••••Y/N PoV:I slowly push open the studio door, trying to be quiet just in case Crimp hears me and goes to wake the twins up.Once inside the room the first thing I notice is this diamond perfume bottle with this little blue thing in it, it seems alive.I walk over to it and pick up the perfume bottle, the thing inside groans, I feel bad for it and set it down."Sorry...did I hurt you..?" I ask shyly, feeling bad that I upset whatever it was.The blue thing looked shocked at my apology and shook it's head, "no, no, who...who are you? I've never seen you before, it's usually just Velvet and Veneer and sometimes Crimp.""Oh..um..I'm Y/N, I'm Velvet and Veneer's little brother. Who are you? And why are you in a perfume bottle..?" I ask curiously, I'm rather confused by why my siblings have a tiny thing in a perfume bottle."I'm Floyd, it's nice to meet you, Y/N. I don't know how you're gonna take this or if you'll even believe me, but your siblings have been keeping me in this perfume bottle and using my talent so they can sing! It's...kinda killing me..." He said nervous for my reaction.I'm upset that my siblings would go that care but not surprised either, I figure it's more Velvet's doing than Veneer's as she tends to push him around a lot, he actually kind of seems scared of her...I wonder what she does to him when I'm not around if she also does things like this to tiny blue men... actually...that's a weird looking man...I should ask him what he is."What...what are you..?" I ask awkwardly, it's such a strange question to ask someone, but I wanted to know, he's something I've never seen before.He gives me a weird look before collecting himself and saying, "I'm a troll."I gave him a weird look but nodded afterwards like it was normal. I kind of remember Velvet saying something abouts trolls in a band called "BroZone" but maybe I'm delusional? Maybe I should just ask Floyd since he's here."Um...like...from BroZone..?" I ask with some suspicion that I'm correct.He responds," yeah, Floyd, from BroZone...that's me." "Sweet." I say casually before continuing, "so...my siblings trapped you in a perfume bottle and are kinda killing you, yeah?" Floyd nods. "Cool cool...well, not cool, but, like, I'm comprehending the situation, y'know? Why am I still talking...ahhh...um.." you looked at the clock seeing it's almost 10, the time when the twins wake up, so you panic and grab the perfume bottle and run to your room. You were in such a rush that when you got in there you didn't even close the door, you just hid under the blankets with Floyd."Sorry for just grabbing you...I hope you didn't get hurt..." You say worriedly."No no, I'm okay..." Floyd says, clearly a little shaken up."Ahh, what do we do? My siblings will be awake any minute! I'd just let you go but what if they see you and hurt you?..." Y/N starts thinking out loud about how to keep Floyd safe.Floyd comforts Y/N a bit, telling him that it's gonna be okay and that they can stay under the blankets and talk about how to do this.

••••••Present timeVeneer's PoV:I start panicking in the hallway about what might happen, there's no way Y/N doesn't know what Velvet and I did, he's gonna hate us! What do I do now?I see Velvet walking over, she looks angry."Veneer! Did you take the troll!" She yells at me, not even realizing the door to Y/N's room is wide open.I give her a worried look and shush her, pointing at Y/N's room. She then groans and storms off, telling me that we'll talk about this later.I see Y/N slowly pop his head out of his room and look at me, he doenst look happy, he looks disgusted and maybe even a bit scared.He asks me, "why'd you do it..? Why are you hurting this troll..? If you couldn't sing you could have been a model or an actor...it's still not too late for that stuff...just stop hurting him..." He sounds so sad, so dissapinted in me.I'm supposed to be his older brother yet I'm the immature one who was so desperate for fame and money that I hurt an innocent troll..."I'm sorry for what I did to Flower...I... shouldn't have done it...it's too late to go back on it now...I know that...but...I can help you get him past Velvet and out of here...we'll talk more about what I did later, okay? The priority right now is to get Floyd to safety. Sound good, Y/N?" I say sincerely, I truely do feel bad, I'm just so afraid of Velvet, but seeing that look on my little brother's face...I just couldn't take it any longer.Y/N agrees without a second thought, he just wants Flower to be happy and free, I guess maybe they've become friends while Velvet and I were sleeping? Anyway, not the time for logistics! It's time to save this troll!I see Y/N make a weird face for a moment before looks at me and saying, "Flower?" In a very judgy tone.I was confused and responded, "t-the troll..?"Y/N rolls his eyes at me and sighs, "yup.. definately his name...""Well what's his name?" I ask awkwardly."His name is Floyd, ya damn kidnapper!..trollnapper!" Y/N says rudely before getting up and picking up the perfume bottle with Floyd in it.I apologize quickly before I hear Velvet's heels on the ground and grab Y/N and run down the hall away from Velvet.••••••A few minutes of sneaking around the house later...Y/N's PoV:I was so shocked that Veneer was helping me, I thought he'd just cry or something like that, but he's actually helping me help Floyd...hm...that still doenst make up for what he did and we'll have to talk about this later, but it's still sweet that he's trying..my big brother has always been soft hearted...so it's nice to see him show that side.

••••••Floyd PoV:Dispite Velvet and Veneer's behavior their little brother is very kind hearted, he wanted to help me without a second thought. It's nice to know that some people aren't just power hungry succubi...I guess Veneer isn't either is he..? He's just the scared brother to Velvet. Still doenst make up for the fact that he joined in on Velvet's plan, but it does explain it...so though he's not completely off the hook in my mind, I don't hate him either.

••••••Veneer PoV:We're almost at the front door and we haven't ran into Velvet yet, this is good, maybe everything will go smoothly..? Damn it! Now that I thought that something's gonna- "Aaaa!!" I scream as I slip on soapy water in the hallway, falling onto my butt.Y/N laughs at me as he gracefully slides past me and over to the door, "haha! Should have taken ice skating with me as a child!" He opens the door and lets Floyd out of the perfume bottle."Bye bye, Floyd" Y/N waves sweetly at Floyd and he waves back. I also wave at Floyd and give him a shy smile, he nods at me as a thank you before saying to Y/N, "Thank you for saving me, I thought I was gonna die in that bottle...haha, goodbye, have a nice life you two!" He then starts walking away.Y/N says one final thing," I hope to meet again sometime!"Floyd responds by looking behind him and nodding with a smile before continuing on his way home.

••••••After Veneer and Nolan talk in Nolan's roomVeneer PoV:Me and my little brother talked about what happened, he still seems dissapinted in me but he understands why I did it. He doesn't seem to want to hold it against me but said he'll support Floyd if next time we see him he holds this over my head and honestly I agree with that, I deserve it.Y/N told me he's gonna talk to Velvet about it and that I don't have to join him if I'm too scared to, but that he's going to be giving Velvet and earful about this.Heh, for the youngest sibling, Y/N sure does act like our older brother.

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Stories over <3I hope u liked it :>I tried very hard to get my thoughts into words

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #venner #Velvet #trolls floyd #trolls velvet #trolls veneer #x reader #x male reader #male y/n

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