#and yes we are the same height in this scenario

[ratedfleur]

Hear me out-

Gunwook and Gyuvin × reader who is hanbin's younger sister.

I just know the two of them would go crazy with their size kinks!! And they'd have tiny competitions too, but I feel like while they're quite literally fucking her out-

They'd reiterate this one line, "what do you think would happen if your brother found out tsk, tsk, just be a good girl and take him and me."

Oh and !! I feel like they'd both be soooo into tits don't ask me why-

Last can I be 🍙 anon? Thank you for listening to my yap, have great dayyy

this made me think about this scenario i wrote on my side blog about gyub and wook where they were bestfriends not until they started to become acadamic rivals and they would fight over y/n who is their longtime friend turned into crush.. and yes, you can be 🍙 anon!

okay so that and y/n is hanbin’s sister.. compared to hanbin, you were relatively shorter than the man, if you stood next to your brother, you were a head shorter hence why the man would coo over you, finding it adorable how you always need to look up at him.

meanwhile gyuvin and gunwook fed on yours and their height differences, they would go crazy over the fact where they were a foot taller than you, even teasing you about it as they made you their arm rests if you were to hang out with your brother’s friends.

simply rolling your eyes, you let them be thinking that it’s one of their friendly antics— but you were wrong.

somehow, you found yourself being cornered by the two towers when you went to a college party with your own friends not knowing the two would be there.

“hey pretty girl.” someone purred into your ear, making you raise your brow as you turned around to face them. to your surprise, it was gunwook who had this sly smile on his face while gyuvin stood alongside him with a cute smile on his face, waving at you.

“yah, what’s hyung going to say if he saw you wearing this out to a party?” gunwook asked as he took your hand, twirling you around for him and gyuvin to see you in your tiny dress.

snatching your hand away from his grasp, “none of your business.” you scowl before gunwook’s eyes turn into slits as he stares you down while gyuvin shakes his head disapprovingly at you. gyuvin pushes the younger aside as he walks towards you and pulls your hand as he walked while gunwook followed right behind you.

“that wasn’t very nice, y/n..” gyuvin says as he enters a room, shutting the door behind gunwook who now had a scowl on his face just like you.

"why do you care? it's not like you guys are my older brothers or something, we're around the same age for fucks sake." you say as you rolled your eyes before you yelped when gunwook grabbed your arm roughly, cornering you into the wall, making you gulp when he towers over you.

now that you and gunwook were in closed proximity, that's when you noticed how much taller and bigger he was compared to you and your tiny feminine frame.

"you've got a potty mouth, huh?" gunwook mutters as his hands begin to hold your side, fingers gentle before he roughly pulls you towards him, making you meek as your hands land on his chest.

shaking his head at you, gunwook snickers, "who knew little y/n was such a brat, hmm?" he says as he inches close, lips ghosting against your neck as you shakily released an exhale when you felt gunwook start to mouth kisses on your skin, hands still placed on your waist.

you couldn't help but whimper when his hands go lower, squeezing your ass which makes you throw your head back, giving gunwook more space to leave marks on. your whimpers start to get louder when gunwook's hands begin to pull your skirt up, making them bunch up on your waist.

that's when you start to panic, you can't be doing this with your brother's friends, you thought. hastily pushing down your skirt before you tried pushing gunwook off of you, you whimper as your eyes start to tear up, "please gunwook, stop it.. we can't do--" you say before your own moan interrupts you when gunwook's teeth sink into your skin, hands roughly pulling your skirt up again before his hands grope your ass roughly, squeezing them in his huge hands.

your knees shake underneath you before you felt gyuvin stand behind you, crotch placed on your ass as gunwook took his hands away from them. the eldest unashamedly grinded against your ass with his arm wrapped around the front of your shoulder while gunwook busied himself with your neck, tainting your skin with his marks.

"it's okay, y/n. nobody has to know, hmm? just let gunwook and i touch you." gyuvin purrs into your ear as he's hastily taking off his jeans to grind himself on your ass. 

gunwook moans against your skin before pulls away, lips shiny from his spit, "what do you think would happen if your brother found out tsk, tsk, just be a good girl and take him and me." he says before smashing his lips against yours, he kisses you harder when he feels you kiss him back, slowly becoming eager to kiss him back.

meanwhile gyuvin pouts as he's grinding against you, he instead wraps his arms around your waist instead, pulling your lower half towards him as he uses you to get off.

whining as you pulled away from gunwook's lips, your voice is raspy as you spoke, "c-can you please teach me then? i wanna know how it feels." you say in a shy voice meanwhile gunwook smiles gently at you for the first time tonight.

"of course, baby. but you have to make sure nobody finds out this, hmm?" he says while you nod eagerly, eyes glittering as you looked up at them both once they stood before you.

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[natailiatulls07]

Childhood Sweethearts

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Summary - After years of being separated, the two childhood lovers reunite once again

Warning - Herve Leclercs death, anxiety

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Growing up, the Leclerc’s and the L/n’s were close family friends. Pascale and Herve were Y/n’s godparents. Being the same age, the parents would often stick Charles and Y/n together claiming that they were future lovers and soulmates.

That’s how the two developed a crush on the other, an innocent and first crush.

It didn’t help that the two would unknowingly play into the scenario of young love, like this one time Charles had given her his lollipop because there wasn’t any left for Y/n. Or the time where Y/n offered to play football with him when Charles’ other friends couldn’t, despite the fact that she didn’t know how to play the sport.

Pascale and Y/n’s mum would always say “oh look at them, the cutest little couple ever”. Or Herve and her father would always convince Charles to buy Y/n a little gift with his pocket money which he happily obliged to.

However, in 2017, after Herves unfortunate and devastating death, the two families grew apart. They never wanted this to happen but sometimes in life these things do happen and we can’t control them.

They felt uncomfortable spending time together without the company of the late Leclerc. Losing contact was when Charles and Y/n had finally broken apart.

Yet their life long love for each other didn’t flutter away, they would still love the other the same but just miss them incredibly.

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“Yes mum, I’ll be okay don’t worry” I had only just gotten off the plan in Austria when my mum called me, she has always been very anxious when I travel alone.

“Ok honey, when you do see Charles tell him that he should bring his mum over sometime” That’s why I was here in Austria, I was planning on surprising him.

It all started when his little brother, Arthur, reached out to me through instagram dm’s.

Hey Y/n, long time no see. I was wondering if you could do me a favour

So when he explained how Charles had been feeling a little down about his performance this year on track and that Arthur thought it was best if I came to surprise him, I didn’t hesitate to agree.

It was along before race day Sunday came around. I had arranged to meet Arthur at the paddock entrance and he’d be my guide for the day. I had butterflies in my stomach, what if he had moved on from our silly childhood love? What if he didn’t want to see me again? I had many what if’s which didn’t help my anxiety. “Hey! Hey Y/n!” I heard the voice of the youngest Leclerc brother as he approached me, snapping me out of my head full of questions.

“Arthur Leclerc! Since when did you grow?!” I had always remembered how he would be smaller than me growing up and now he has grown well above my height.

“Long long time in the making, unless you’ve gotten shorter” He teased before pulling me into a hug. “No seriously we’ve missed you and your family…” Arthur’s voice now growing more somber.

“I know, we miss you guys too…but hopefully after today we’ll get some more time together…” I knew it wouldn’t be the same without Herve but we’d honour him and reminisce on the memories. Taking a deep breath as we pulled apart.

“Let’s do this! He’s going to be so happy!!” There was an evident smile of excitement on his face, which I only mirrored on my mine.

-

The race had just finished, with Charles coming in at second. Both Y/n and Arthur had managed to keep her out of sight of Charles, leaving the surprise for the podium.

Standing just below the podium, she watched how Checo then Charles and finally Max took their places.

Y/n wasn’t sure he’d see her as she was amongst a sea of red, all the Ferrari engineers and employees. That was until Charles had looked down at the red sea, his eyes clicked on a familiar yet stranger of a face.

His hand flew over his mouth to show his shock, before jumping down from second place and running down to her. Many staff members tried to stop him, but his force was too strong.

Finally the man in the Ferrari racing suit had come face to face with her again. “What? How are you here?” Charles had many questions, beyond baffled.

“To surprise you, Charlie” Their cheeks were beginning to hurt because of how much they were smiling. Crashing her into his arms, they both felt at home and comfortable.

“Oh ma amour… I’ve missed you some much” Y/n was close to tears, she had never found anyone who loved her the way he did. She missed that love they had for each other.

“Missed you too Charlie” She managed to croak out through her tears. They were both too focused on each other to notice everyone around them.

Arthur was watching from just beside, happy that he could reunite the childhood sweethearts after so long. Fans were confused but cheering nonetheless as they could see the relief and comfort this brought to Charles.

You could see Max looking down from his spot on the podium to see the two reuniting. He had known of Y/n from their karting days where her family would join the Leclercs to support Charles on the sidelines.

Max would often remember how she was the first one to hug and congratulate Charles whatever the race result, he saw the love in their eyes.

-

It had been a few days after the race, and the two were once again inseparable. Travelling back to Monaco whilst the two families planned a small get together.

“So Y/n, how is everything? I’ve missed our girls days out with me, you and your mum” Pascale had pulled Y/n aside, she wanted to catch up with her goddaughter.

“All good but even better now! Yes we should definitely do a girls spa day soon” A bright smile was etched on Y/n’s face, showing Pascale that she was far from lying.

“Of course, tell me has there been any other men in your life over the years…” As much as Pascale hated the idea of Y/n with someone else and Charles with someone else, she needed to know.

“No…Charlie has always been the one with my heart…” There was a sigh of relief coming from the older women’s lips as Y/n revealed her love for him.

“Well you’ll be glad to know that I think you and Charles are on the same page there…” She could only smirk when Y/n started to blush.

“Thank you Pascale, you really are my fairy godmother” With that Pascale pulled her into a hug, a long and warming hug.

-

“So tell us Charles, who is the new lucky girl?” The interviewer asked. It had been just over few months since Charles and Y/n reunited and their love had become strong than ever.

“She’s nothing new, we’ve always loved each other like we do now but yeah she’s my soulmate, my other half” Anyone who could see him now could see the love in his eyes.

This wasn’t an ordinary love story, and you could tell. “I love her and she loves me, always have and always will”

-

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[lucysarah-c]

WE NEED AN ENTIRE STORY OF LEVI AS A BABY BOY DADDY! LIKE PLEASE ITS ACTUALLY TOO GOOD 🙏🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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You all have inspired me to write a one-shot, so I'll post it soon. Thank you so much!

But since I'm on it, I think I'll give you a few headcanons.

In my idea, Levi didn't have many children, and while sometimes my scenarios may change depending on the situation, mostly Levi's boy would be an only child. This wasn't Levi's original idea, and I'll explain why.

Leaving aside whether in the canon period of time there are real contraceptives or not, I 100% believe Levi is a highly meticulous guy. If he needs to pull out and count days in the old-fashioned way, he will. If he has to wear condoms every single time, he will. I believe Levi would try to make sure that if he ever has a child, it would be planned, as far as is humanly possible, of course. Sometimes contraceptives fail, etc.

In my mind, I believe Levi and Y/N decided or happened to have a kid around the time before the expedition to Wall Maria. There was about half a year when the scouts waited for the correct time to do the expedition to Wall Maria. Well, I believe she probably got pregnant around that time. I believe it was a mix between Levi transitioning a lot of emotions after Kenny's death, etc., and having more free time on his hands since they weren't doing expeditions while preparing for the mission… and well… let's say they decided to go handy, haha.

With that said… I think Levi would hardly admit it out loud, but he's one of those guys who always wanted to be parents, so they kinda said, "You know what? Fuck it, if it happens, it happens," and well, it happened almost immediately. Levi hears the news around two months later, and let me tell you, this man is all over the moon. He wants to be part of EVERYTHING. For me, Levi wants to prove that he is better than the men who failed his mother and also failed him. Levi wants to prove he can be a present father.

She goes to the doctor for just a check, he wants to be there. Better keep his man informed because he would ask a million questions. He's a first-time father, and she may sneeze, and he's all worried. Levi saw too many women die in childbirth or from difficult pregnancies in the underground. He's blessed with the chance of being a father, but also terrified. Levi feels that if he loses his love just because he "grew selfish" and asked for more (aka asked for a kid), he would feel horrible.

Anyways, back in the day, men waited outside during birth, and I believe they would try to kick Levi out of the room, and he would be like, "and who is going to stop me?" He wants to be there.

Now is when his baby boy comes into the picture. I believe, and God bless the mother, he was such a healthy CHUNKY boy. He was BIG. Those kinds of kids that look so healthy but at the same time, it's like "he literally sucked her dry, that baby took anything the mother has to offer."

Like, she's too tired after childbirth, and the nurses offer Levi feeding bottles with milk to keep the baby eating while the mother rests… and the baby is EATING to the point a doctor comes, pats Levi's arm playfully, and says, "Hope you've a good salary, Captain, because that kid is going to eat like a horse."

Perhaps these are the only few times that Levi is the most excited out of the two, she's tired from all the work, and Levi is over the moon. Ah, but don't you dare to touch his baby without washing your hands. If Levi could force you to take a bath in chlorine before even getting close to his baby, he would.

Aside from that, I think Levi's baby boy that I've named in my mind "Adrien" because Y/N thinks that naming her kids with A's to match the last name, especially since Ackerman's are finally able to not be in hiding.

In my mind, Adrien inherits Kenny's height. Yes, as you heard, KENNY'S HEIGHT. 190cm (6'3"). He's a big boy. I think it's funny that all the doctors check the baby and say, "haha, he's going to be tall!" and Levi is there looking at her like "… I don't like to admit I'm short as fuck, but if the kid isn't mine you can tell me," joking obviously, lmao.

"Levi, the kid is a photocopy of you."

Adrien is an extremely playful, happy, and hyperactive kid. He's so cheerful, and it makes Levi wish his mother was around so he could ask if he was such a cheerful kid too.

Chunky fat legs running down the halls as he doesn't even speak properly, but he already knows which office is daddy's office. He loves horses, he loves playing soldier, he loves being a daddy's boy.

This is when I mention that I believe Levi having a single child wasn't his original plan. I think he wished to give Adrien a sibling to make sure he won't be alone in life if anything ever happens to him as he was. But the whole rumbling happened, and after that, Levi was too busy trying to move him and his family outside of Paradise and after that settling down, taking care of Gabi and Falcon, that well time flew, and when everything was back to calmness, haha, well let's say that Levi had to admit that the train had left the station, and his energy to go back to change diapers had kinda withdrawn, lmao.

Finally, I think Adrien was a very hyperactive kid mainly because of the Ackerman genes. He has energy, he has strength, he has the abilities. He just has too much bottled up and doesn't know how to get tired. Levi is basically running around making sure the kid isn't jumping from the roof or climbing the kitchen cupboards. He probably ends up signing him up for a bunch of activities: baseball, self-defense classes, football, triathlon.

I have a bunch of other headcanons, so let me know if you want more!"

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[ludicdoll]

smut fic w kai (archie m) from voyagers 🙌🙌 cant find nothing on other writing platforms ☹️

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — kai ☆

pairing: kai x afab!reader

warnings: smut, masterbation, backshots, fingering, cussing

synopsis: your desires for a fellow crew member deepens as you slowly come off the blue.

a/n: i gotchuuu this movie was so ass but he was so fine in ittt, also u didn’t specify what exactly the scenario was so i hope this is okay😭

it’s been almost a week since you stopped taking the blue. kai said it was medication, and since richard was gone, that meant no rules. well, besides from christopher being a pain in the ass ever since he was voted to be richard’s replacement. you didn’t know if you were having withdrawls from not taking your medication or not, but you’ve been having strange thoughts about a certain someone on the ship — kai. you’ve always been close to him, only as friends of course. he helped you around a lot with your projects, he was kind to you. but now, you can’t look at him in the eye without thinking about the unspeakable thoughts you have about him.

you didn’t have these vulgar thoughts about anyone else but kai. sure, every once in a while there would be something about the other boys on the ship, but nothing as extreme as the dreams you have about kai. you would twitch nervously around him when he would talk to you let alone being in the same room as you.

you scratch the back of your neck, staring dully at the metal boards in front of you. you had to build something for a part of the hardware for the ship, but you didn’t know where to start. you look around, watching as the other pairs around you worked efficiently. you furrow your brows, tapping the edge of the screws with your screwdriver. “hey,” kai says while placing his hands on your shoulders. “fuck!” you yelp, turning around to him. “you scared me,” you breathe out. he raises his hands up in defense, “sorry, you need help with that?” he replies. you look down at your work space, a mess in front of you. you nod sheepishly, embarrassed.

he gives you a friendly smile, sliding his hand into yours to grab the screwdriver. you shiver as his fingers graze over yours. you watch as he starts working, his curls falling over his eyes. his sleeves were rolled up and you couldn’t help but look down at his large hands — slight veins running up his arms. he senses your eyes on him, he looks over at you with parted lips. “do you wanna do it?” he asks while offering the screwdriver back at you. you shake your head hesitantly, “i don’t know how, i wasn’t really listening when richard was explaining.” you admit shyly. kai laughs, straightening his back. “i’ll help you out, i’ll tell you where to put stuff.” he waits for an answer as you rub your arm nervously. you nod, switching spots with him.

you grab the screwdriver, listening to kai’s instructions. unfortunately, you were horrible at listening to his directions too. you were too distracted by his voice. “have you been feeling strange?” kai asks abruptly. you snap your head up to him, feeling slightly aroused at his height compared to you. your eyes dart around the room anxiously. “like how?” he shrugs, staring down at his hands. “i don’t know, like desires… about things.” the way he says it makes you think he’s been having those thoughts too. you feel uneasy, almost a little called out. “yes,” you admit. “have you?” you inquire. he gives you a skeptical look, but nods in return. you hum, trying to focus on your work.

“c’mon guys, you’re not even halfway done.” christopher interferes. he looks disappointed at the two of you. “sorry,” you utter in shame. kai doesn’t look embarrassed though, he looks more annoyed than anything. you glance around, realizing everyone was either gone, or finishing up their part. “can’t we just finish this tomorrow. we’re both tired.” kai says. christopher looks at the two of you, waving you off. he walks away, leaving the room. you sigh, your screwdriver clattering onto the white table. “we’ll have more time tomorrow, it’s fine.” kai says while patting your shoulder, the warmth of his hand on your skin making you sweat. you bite your lip to keep your thoughts to yourself.

you feel his hand fall farther down your back, almost touching your hips. you look over at him, his eyes staring down at you. “i think i’m gonna go get some rest.” you say while moving back. he draws his hand back quickly before placing them to his side. he gives you an awkward smile, nodding. “yea, me too.” he mutters. you say goodnight to him, rushing down the dimly lit halls back to your room. you close the door behind you, trying to comprehend what had happened. was he having thoughts about you too? you waved it off, laying flat in your bed. you look up at the dark ceiling, the vulgar thoughts about kai slowly slipping into your mind. you groan, closing your eyes trying to drift off to sleep, but it doesn’t work.

you feel guilty as your hand travels down your stomach to the waistband of your pants. you slowly touch yourself, feeling the wetness of your cunt. you think of kai touching you, grinding against your naked figure. you moan quietly — imagining his large hands exploring every part of your body. before you could reach your sweet release, you hear a knock. you sit up abruptly trying to fix yourself up. staring at the door, you breathe out and carefully walk over to the door. you stand there for a second before opening it. you hide behind the door, peaking your head out. kai’s standing in front of you, his hands behind his back. he’s looking at his feet before turning his head to face you. he stares down at you, a slight smirk on his face. you look up at him, worried he might’ve heard your soft whimpers through the door.

“you forgot this,” he says while revealing a notebook behind his back. you grab it, thanking him. it had all your notes on research you had done earlier that day. you both stand there, an awkward silence blooming. “so,” he starts, “can’t sleep?” he asks. you nod, avoiding eye contact with him shamefully. you feel his fingers on your jaw as he moves your face to look into his eyes. “you can’t look at me now?” he whispers under his breath. you gulp, parting your lips to say something — but he quickly shushes you by smashing his lips onto yours. his hands quickly falls to your waist, shutting the door loudly with his back. you drop your notebook on the ground, looping your arms around his neck, feeling his tongue exploring your mouth. you whimper as his rough kisses trail down to your neck.

you whimper as he staggers closer to your body, pulling off his fitted long sleeve and pants. his hands wander up your shirt, unclipping your bra. you take off your shirt, stripping down to your panties. kai grabs your arm, softly pulling you towards the bed. he sits down on the edge of the small mattress, looking down at the floor signaling you to kneel. you do as you are instructed, immediately falling to your knees in between his legs. your nails dig into your thighs as you watch him edge the band of his boxers. he’s messing with you and you know it. he gives you a smirk before finally pulling them down revealing his thick cock, already dripping in precum.

you look up at him, eyes wide. he leans back on his hands, tilting his head at you. you take his dick into your hand, slowly pumping up and down. you glance up at him, his mouth slightly opened. he rolls his head back, breathing loudly as you slowly swirl your tongue around the throbbing tip. “you’re so beautiful like that,” he mutters with lust. you hum, your face warm from his praises. you start bobbing your head up and down on his dick, eyes getting teary. you knit your brows together realizing how wet you were getting. you suck him up, your pretty lips parted around his girth. kai cups your cheek with his hand, his thumb rubbing your jawline softly. he groans as your tongue continues flicking over his tip. “that’s it baby, that’s it.” he chants as you lock eyes with him. you pick up your pace, placing your unoccupied hand on his thigh for balance.

“fuck, i need you so bad.” he mumbles as you gag on his dick. you shove your head down his cock, taking in his full length down your throat. he loved the way you looked with tears running down your pretty face, those swollen lips around his dick, and your puppy dog eyes looking up at him. he watched his dick poke through your throat. you come back up to his tip, whimpering when he grabs your head, softly forcing you back down on his cock which causes you to whine. you close your eyes, shuddering as the cold air brushes past your breasts. “kai,” you manage to mutter through your cries, “mhm,” he replies as his hand cups your face again. you line wet kisses on the sides of his length, gliding your tongue over the tip.

that sends him over the edge. you hear him choke back a moan, coating the insides of your mouth with his cum. he sighs, looking down at your small figure underneath him. you lick up his semen, a lewd expression on your face. you pull away from his cock, a string of saliva breaking connections your tongue to his tip. before you could say anything — he grabs you by the waist, throwing you onto the bed but making sure to not hurt you. you yelp in surprise, quickly supporting yourself on your hands, looking back to see kai kissing your back. your breath hitches as his kisses slowly make its way to your ass. his hand creeps up into your underwear, his long fingers dipping inside of your drenched cunt. “you’re soaked,” he says, almost in a shocked tone.

“i’ve been thinking about you for so long,” you whimper out as he stretches out your pussy with his fingers. your vision starts getting blurry as he curls his fingers against the walls of your wet cunt. your back slightly arches when he pulls his fingers out. he slides off your panties, lining his tip up to the entrance. you turn your head forward, bracing yourself for the rough impact. you almost scream as his dick splits you open, feeling yourself tightening around his length. you cry out, muffling your moans by hiding your face in the sheets. he starts thrusting into you roughly, his hands on your waist. you squirm, curling your toes as he pounds into the walls of your pussy ruthlessly. “let me hear you, baby. c’mon i wanna hear your pretty little voice.” his voice low, laced with desire.

you grip onto the white sheets, tears drenching the thin covers under you. you moan out quietly, afraid that the other crew members would hear you getting your guts rearranged. the small room is filled with the sound of labored breathing, lewd moans, and skin slapping against each other. you melted into his touch, bouncing your ass against his cock to help him. you hear him whisper an “oh, yea.” behind you. he leans down to your back, his chest against you. he hugs you from behind, his hands massaging your plump breasts. “kai, please.” you beg when you realize he’s slowing down. “please what?” he teases in your ear. “let me cum, please.” he laughs, his breath tickling your neck. “be louder for me and i’ll let you.”

you groan at his response, but quickly arch your back against his chest when you feel him rubbing circles on your clit. you felt so dirty. he knows how much you wanted him now, how much you longed for this moment with him. you pant, your breathing stopping every once in awhile in response to his thick cock and skilled fingers. he fucks you into the mattress, spreading your ass with his hands to get a better view of his length sliding in and out of you. you turn your head back at him, staring at him with half lidded eyes. he laughs, keeping direct eye contact with you as he makes you chase your climax.

you can tell he’s about to cum again too. his thrusts start to get sloppier, inconsistent. you feel like a knots being tied in your core, being pulled on until it snaps. you gasp loudly, finally cumming together. your moans and his curses mix together. the wave from his cum painting your pussy makes you whimper. you swear you saw stars after you came. “fuck,” you mutter. your body feels limp as kai lays his chest on your back again, sighing into your skin. you can still feel his dick twitching inside of you. he peppers kisses against you before carefully pulling out. you shudder at the lost of contact. he plops down in the small bed, pulling you into his side. he places his head into the crook of your neck. “we should do this more,” he whispers slyly. you nod in response, his arms tightening around you as he kisses you one last time before drifting off to sleep.

© do not publish my writings on other sites.

#archie madekwe #archie madekwe x reader #kai voyagers #kai voyagers x reader #saltburn #farleigh #farleigh start x reader #farleigh catton

[whalesforhands]

This is the same anon with the truth or dare idea and I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! Got me all giggling and kicking my feet (from the quick reply AND the fic hehe) wanna say rq that I love how wholesome and cute your fics are❤️😭😭 they're healing my soul from the manga

Anyways I was thinking of something similar but with 7 minutes in heaven😗

Imagine playing 7 minutes in heaven with the trio in the classroom after class (I doubt the closets in their dorm is big enough) and stsg are both picked to go into the supply closet first, leaving reader and shoko alone. While the duo are doing god knows what in that closet, reader and shoko are just casually flirting and the longer it went on the handsier (is that even a word) she got. She couldn't really help it with the way that stocking was hugging the fat of your thighs, you can't blame her for wanting to give it a good squeeze, to which she eventually did. Reader just let out a whine of shokos name and brushed it off, though it did fluster her a little with how bold shoko is.

After the 7 minutes, stsg came out with their hair and clothes a bit disheveled (nobody questions it). Though they both had this look, lowkey glaring at shoko for getting to spend alone time with you and even getting you to let out such a cute call of her name. Cue their usual banter with shoko fighting over who gets to spend time with you and eventually everyone does get back to the game, this time reader and suguru getting paired up.

If there was anyone you'd wanna be locked in a dark closet with, it's probably suguru. He's so nice and thoughtful, always making sure you're feeling comfortable and that you're not too tensed. Though with how small the closet it, the both of you are pressed up against each other. Now usually suguru is one to keep his composure, but it's just a tad bit hard to do so when he can feel your soft breathing, and your chest pressed against his. Whenever you squirmed, he'd tell you to stay still, but the more you tried not to do something the more you couldn't help but do it😭 so now we have a fustered suguru trying to keep his hands to himself and reader who's squirming around and apologizing profusely. Eventually tho, suguru hugs reader in place to stop the squirming, tho I think he underestimated your height a little, seeing as how his arms are wrapped around your ass and not your waist, with his hands resting at the back of your thighs, and a surprised reader lets out a loud cry, which surprised suguru as much as you, and the two outside of the closet, who opened the closet door immediately after only to be greeted with the sight of your compromising position. Needless to say it took both you and suguru a while to actually look each other in the eye afterwards.

This is kinda long sry😓

this ask brings me back to 2014 creepypasta boyfriend scenario core. but it’s totally something that stsg would pull though LMFAO. and sorry, i picked the closet. a whole spacious classroom vs a tiny, dark enclosed space, which would u pick? hehe

party games are my way into your heart ii (shoko x reader, geto x gojo, gojo x reader x geto)

warnings: gets kind of spicy, 17+, third year au, i got slightly carried away writing, i am definitely showing favouritism towards geto in recent fics, gojo stans time to step up that creativity of yours and not just in porn, reader is a loser virgin

‘Party @ MY room!!! tell shoko too!! btw if u both miss it i’m eating all the pudding in the fridge!!’ - The Great Gojo Satoru

Two options were given for you to circle.

Yes or YES

Satoru had surreptitiously handed the note to you.

By that, he rolled a ball of crushed up paper towards you via the ground, past Suguru’s legs and eventually hitting your shoe as you slightly jolted from the sudden distraction from your literature review of The Tale of Genji.

He had coughed, albeit a bit loudly into his hand when you ignored it, choosing to focus on your essay, until you heard him cough even louder.

“Gojo, are you experiencing a cold?” Yaga-sensei had asked, out of concern for his student as a teacher, and out of worried annoyance because it was Gojo.

“Ahhh~ Sensei, ahem! Just feeling under the weather today!” He had coughed out, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead for melodramatic effect, leaning back and slumping down in his seat.

“You seem perfectly fine if you’re playing up such theatrics. Focus on your work.”

“Yes sir!”

You saw Suguru roll his eyes as Shoko audibly snickers at the situation.

(You smile just a little at his silliness. Maybe you will pick up his note.)

You snatch up the paper, gently unfolding it as Shoko peeks at it from beside you.

She smirked, reading the note before mouthing something to you.

“See you there.”

(Anything for Shoko.)

——

“Ugh, of course I get you.”

“Pfft, you should be proud, darling!” Gojo leaned against a huffing Geto’s shoulder, snuggling his head against him.

“I’ll be sure to show you a good time, sweetie~!” Gojo had puckered his lips, aiming to land an obnoxiously wet kiss on Geto’s cheek before his forehead was held back by the said victim’s palm.

“Save it.” Suguru grimaced, getting up.

Wrapping his arm around Suguru’s waist, Satoru lead them both to the closet, sending a wink towards you and Shoko before he slid the closet door shut.

…

…

…

“Ahnnn! Suguru you’re such a naughty boy!”

“Good god- Shut the fuck up!”

“Ooh~, I like it when you’re so mean to m- Ack!”

You heard fumbling, cursing from Suguru when he whacked his arm against something, Satoru growing strangely quiet.

You turned to Shoko, cheeks burning and embarrassment written all over your face as you tried to ignore, tried to stop your mind from imagining what was happening in there.

“Is… Is this normal for people our age…?” Your hands were pressed bashfully to your face, your shame apparent as Shoko downed another sip from her glass.

(“It’s special grape juice, don’t worry.” She had smiled, “You can have a sip, though.”)

“Totally normal if you’re as ‘active’ as those two. Haven’t seen them go a day without touching each other.”

(“Is it… Really that good?” You watch her down it. It looked kind of sweet.)

“…”

“Aren’t you curious about what it would feel like?” She paused, a devious smirk overtaking her face. “With me, of course.”

(“Try it, babe.” She had pressed the rim of the glass against your lips gently, about a single sip left inside. “Maybe you’ll like it.”)

——

Perhaps that was how you ended up in this situation.

Sitting on the ground, your thighs parted just enough for Shoko to be inbetween them, her lips pressed against your neck, her hand on your thigh as you squirmed at the feeling of her sweet tongue on your bare skin.

It felt good.

“Shoko…” Your hand comes up to her shoulder, gripping and trying to pull her closer as you felt her knee inch closer to your core.

It made you feel so… Warm and fuzzy. You can’t tell if it was the sip of alcohol you had, or maybe it was Shoko herself.

“Ah, Shoko!” You felt her bite down as your voice came out unexpectedly loudly in the form of a moan.

The closet door slammed open.

A haphazardly dressed Satoru and Suguru stepping out, almost hurriedly, causing Shoko to smirk, slowly separating from you but not without ensuring that your unbuttoned dress shirt exposed the mark she had left on you.

Satoru’s smile was tight eyes flitting between your neck and your face behind his sunglasses as Suguru kept his usual serene expression, albeit it looked a little forced.

A little angry.

“Why don’t we have our beloved (name) go next?”

——

“Suguru? I-I’m sorry I got you… I-I know you prefer Satoru so-“

“No, no.” He sounded a bit panicked, his hands pressed against the wall to prevent any ‘accidents’.

“You’re… Wonderful. I’m actually quite glad I got you.”

You perked up, your heart jumping at his words.

“R…really?”

You hear him chuckle. “Really. I’m fine with just chatting with you for the next 7 minutes.”

You hope he couldn’t tell that you were blushing.

Pressing your head against his chest, you uttered your soft thanks, feeling his hand gently stroking your head.

Your hands blindly shifted around, trying to feel for something to hold on to so that you could give Suguru some space, so that he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable touching you.

“Ah, p-please don’t move around so much.”

“S-sorry-! I’m trying to- ah!” You fell forward, your chest pressing even closer to Suguru, your thigh brushing against a certain area that causes him to freeze up.

You continue to squirm as you try to regain your balance, unknowingly rubbing against a slowly hardening-

“I’m sorry-! I’m going to hold you, okay?” You hear his hands moving away from the wall, trying to politely find purchase on your body before-

“S-Suguru…! That’s- That’s…!” His hands had unfortunately settled themselves on the globes of your ass, almost as if he had forgotten the height difference between the both of you.

“I-I’m very sorry!” His hands aimed to move up to your waist, but with your squirming, his hands only slipped further down, brushing against the skin of your exposed inner thighs as you suddenly moaned at the euphoric sensation.

(Another embarrassing sound from you…! Are you trying to kill off your social life?!)

The door is suddenly jolted open, a pouty, flustered Satoru gulping as he took in the sight.

The hem of your skirt had caught onto one of the many hangers, leaving it slightly flipped up, giving Satoru an eyeful of your panties.

Suguru’s face was bright red, his hands still on the back of your upper thigh, his grip had tightened protectively on instinct when the door was slid open, as if trying to defend you.

(It didn’t work. If anything, it added more tension to the scene.)

You were doing no better, panting and slightly sweaty, your hair a mess as you leaned against Suguru’s chest, hands wrapped around his waist.

You looked euphoric. Your eyes unfocused, the embarrassment making you cling even more onto Suguru, hiding your face in his chest.

“Get out, Satoru!” You felt Suguru’s chest rumble with displeasure, your face burning bright.

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Notes:

You and Suguru found it hard to look at each other without blushing up a storm for 3 days straight.

Shoko couldn’t stop laughing with every awkward interaction she watched between you 2.

You accidentally fell on top of him during one of the 3 days. Suguru nearly passed out.

Satoru was extremely pouty. He begged for a final round after you and Suguru got out of the closet. Just before it could land on you, Yaga had burst in, asking what all the racket was. That was the end of the party.

Satoru was refusing to cuddle with Suguru for a whole day out of pettiness.

Satoru, out of pettiness yet again, refused to talk to you civilly. You ended up cuddling with him in place of Suguru to, in his words ‘Make it even!’.

#geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru #satosugu x reader #dyf au

[gremlingottoosilly]

krueger mentioned!! i was so excited to see his name in IYNTBM! do you have any silly/dark hcs or plans to write about him?

Yes!! Krueger my beloved!! I feel like the only reason he isn't as popular as Konig is because he has a canon height that is shorter than 180, so people literally don't see him hehe. Hc and my plans under the cut!

I imagine him like a childhood best friend of Konig - probably around the same age, maybe Krueger is 2 years younger. He is a lieutenant in rank(idk about the mercenary ranks bear with me here, Konig is a colonel) and he wasn't promoted as much specifically because of his violent tendencies. PMC doesn't really care about war crimes as long as it's not a public spectacle, but even the companies he was working in were quite weirded out by the shit he was pulling. yes, he is the best man if you want to torture someone - and then again, he is the best torturer out here, and he sleeps next to you, drinks next to you, hits on the same girls as you etc... He is a nasty, nasty gremlin. The type to hit on the waitresses in a very sleazy manner, the type to say "Hey guys, let's protect this one" in a creepy manner if he sees a woman agreeing with him on his very controversial statements. Currently, in the timeline of IfYouNeedToBeMean, he is sitting home because of his arm injury(got stuck in the burning car, and had to break his arms to get out) and is very angsty and bored about it. Like Konig, he can't really enjoy civilian life, medical discharge is literally his worst days, and he actually has a history of depressive episodes. He DOES NOT cope well with civilian life, and his preferred hobby at home is drinking and ignoring his therapist's messages. Konig helped him quite a bit in his habit - gave the number of his therapist, bless this poor human, trying to support him as much as he can. Konig asks him to babysit his darling because he knows that more than one month at home would probably make Krueger consider killing himself, and he also trusts the man with his life - and his wife. Sebastian has a very perverted sense of morality, but he recognizes the reader as Konig's girl, and he would not touch the stuff that belongs to him. Yeah, we are "Konig's stuff" for him. If I was writing a different story and if Konig and Krueger met the reader at the same time, I would actually see them sharing her - they are not attracted to each other, but they feel like brothers sometimes and could have this mentality of sharing everything between them. Darling stuck with two nasty perverts...yeah, not the best scenario. Unlike Korangi x Reader, Konig and Krueger wouldn't sleep with each other - so you'd have to be their release every time, each time, giving him equal attention because Konig is insecure and Krueger just loves causing problems on purpose.

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #sebastian krueger #krueger x reader #yandere cod

[glitteringcrab]

I've seen this technology before (part 2)

think of the implications think of the implications THINK OF THE FREAKING IMPLICATIONS (trigger warning for sexual abuse)

Sigh... Here we go.

First of all, let's get the easy parts out of the way.

Despite people who are being puppeteered sometimes appear to be in a fugue state (that thousand yard stare lol)--

--or, you know, puppeteered. VIOLENTLY sometimes--

--it's clear that they are also both alive and aware:

Would you say this is pretty much the definition of a mind rape?

I mean, we've seen Unity do pretty much the same thing, but the subjects never seem to be aware that they got possessed, are not traumatized nor upset (and hilariously the quality of their lives was greatly improved when Unity had taken over). I don't know if they forget because Unity is actually kind of nice and makes them forget on purpose to avoid trauma, or if it's just how assimilation by hiveminds works. In any case, it is apparent that this is simply how hiveminds live. Ugly, of course, but in the sense of "a predator has to eat" fashion. Not exactly a choice on the hivemind's part. So... technically also a mind rape, but... also not as evil as what Evil Morty has been doing.

Secondly.

Do we all agree that it seems that the receiver is above Evil Rick's eye? We can see its light going on and off, which would likely not be visible if the receiver was at the height of the bottom eyelid (I'm referring to where Evil Morty's cables are sticking out).

Indeed, the Citadel Rick does not have to stick his whole hand inside Evil Rick's face, just the fingers.

In fact, would you say the receiver is... right... about... here:

(and yes, I combined the two frames to achieve the ultimate creepy frame)

So... in the hypothetical scenario that "the reason Evil Morty has cables sticking out of his eye is that he was once puppeteered himself and some remains of the implant are still in his head"...

...would you say that the place where his own receiver must have been would be... somewhere around here:

Which, accounting for the curvature of the giant cartoon eyes (lol) might be the correct distance from the bottom eyelid if one combines the length of the cables Evil Morty already has sticking out of his eyes and the the length of the cables in the eyepatch.

At the same time, it'd be kinda weird for someone to remove the receiver but not the rest of the implant cables and stuff. I mean, if Rick C-137 was trying to remove such an implant from Morty Prime, wouldn't he be thorough about it? Wouldn't he make sure Morty Prime was completely clean?

Unless, of course, you're hastily trying to gouge your own eye out in desperation:

Oops. You too, eh?

Also, it is interesting to note that it appears Evil Rick was trying to stick the shard in his eye (the left eye, btw, where his receiver was) which is... not how one would typically try to commit suicide when you also have a throat available.

So either the mind control kept Evil Rick's hand far away from his throat on purpose, or there are built-in contingencies that ensure unauthorized removal of the receiver is akin to a death sentence...

...which (in the hypothetical case that Evil Morty was at some point in the past also frantically gouging his own eye out) may be negated if you somehow also managed to gain access to some kind of healing equipment (of which we know Ricks have plenty) and set it to turn on automatically (because you're a very smart, careful boy). I'm not gonna add the screenshots because they're too many, but I'm going to list a few:

the one Rick used to jumpstart Pissmaster's brain

the thing Rick injected Morty with after Morty bully-gunned himself

the one Rick used to restore Morty's arm

Rick's freaking garage

(It's possible by the way that the original receiver Evil Morty had did not have a "contain suicide attempt" function. It's possible that the threat of death was deterrent enough that Evil Morty wouldn't try to remove the receiver on his own. It's possible Evil Morty added the "contain suicide attempt" function to Evil Rick's receiver because he knew from experience that this is a price he might be willing to pay. Which would, you know... also explain why he didn't bother downloading the schematics of Rick Prime's auto-healing ability for himself)

IN ANY CASE, you mutilated yourself successfully, pulled the receiver out of your eye's remains, died, your brain healed (physically), the eye reformed, but happened to reform while the cables were sticking out from when you were pulling the receiver. Uh-oh. It's okay, tuck them back in, no one has to know. Better not inform the Citadel nor update your Morty Agency record on your newest implant, either. You wouldn't want other Ricks to know they only need to attach a receiver in your head to exert complete control over you, huh? (like grabbing a... joystick?) Maybe kill your Rick, if you haven't done it already. Run away.

Sigh. Let's go to the hard parts now.

Fans smarter than me have already pointed out that the Rick-Morty dynamic is deliberately built around the idea of grooming, predation of minors and sexual abuse. A lot of the things in the show are either outright instances of grooming, are meant to refer to sexual abuse or are meant to be allegories to sexual abuse, even though canonically Rick is not grooming Morty for sexual reasons. (I strongly suggest you check out all the above links, by the way. I was disturbed.)

Take also into account that Citadel with its Morty Market also has disturbing similarities to a messed up, horrible foster care system, as well as child trafficking.

Although I can't find all the links (message me if you have them), I had also found posts from fans comparing Evil Morty's actions to sexual abuse, against Ricks and Mortys this time.

The "literal" mind rape he has committed is the most blatant example, in my opinion, but far from the only one. The violence of Evil Rick's puppeteering when he was forced to kill Guard Rick was disturbing. Another fan alluded that Evil Morty making Evil Rick drunk before assaulting him was akin to drugging someone before taking sexual advantage of them. Extra disturbing by Evil Rick's exclamation "Get off me!"

Personally, Evil Morty closing the garage door before attacking reminded me of... other scenes in movies etc, where the assaulter turns up the volume on the radio before commencing his attack. I mean... we've seen all sorts of insane stuff happening in that garage (people exploding, redheads flying in, a flying saucer parking) and none of the neighbors even care. Gene actually had the courage to STEAL a rake from this house of madness. It is all treated as comically absurd. Only when Evil Morty attacks are the happenings treated as an actual violent crime that the perpetrator would want to stay hidden.

And sure, Evil Morty needed a large crowd of alive Mortys to hide amongst, and he needed an excuse to keep them alive so he strapped them on the Morty Dome and tortured them, but did they really have to be naked?

Now, I'm in no way an expert of any sort in any of the above, but I've read that when children (and Morty is 14) do physically violent or sexually aggressive acts against others, it's typically because they've been assaulted themselves in a similar fashion. I guess they're either trying to process what happened, are mimicking it, are venting their frustration on someone weaker, or are simply desensitized to it. SOMEONE PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I'M HORRIBLY WRONG.

I'm sure that canonically, no actual rape has taken place, but given the show's general... vibe... I doubt the above mentioned similarities are a coincidence. I'd say that a 14-year-old boy literally losing all body autonomy by becoming an old man's literal puppet for an unspecified amount of time is as close to the concept as possible without actually being the concept.

Of course, this is just a theory. We don't know if anything like this has happened. However, the truth is that while we've seen plenty of miserable Mortys in the Citadel, none of them seem to be as angry, traumatized, nor desperate as Evil Morty. They all managed to smile, or find companionship among each other, or even among Ricks (Cop Rick, I'm looking at you). Evil Morty is the only one who did completely messed up things to an extreme scale without batting an eyelid, just so he could get as far away as possible. He didn't exactly seem to enjoy his journey to freedom, either.

His face here as he finishes the transmitter reads to me as a particularly sad and defeated "...I'm really doing this, then" thought.

And (like actual sexual abuse victims) it's not likely he could have safely unburdened himself by sharing the secret of what happened to him with someone in the Citadel. Another Rick might have taken advantage of him in the same way, once he realized the opportunity was available.

Not to mention that by telling someone he would risk hearing some variation of "you asked for it by being cocky and not doing what you were told" or "being completely controlled by a Rick was the best thing that ever happened to you, you finally stopped doing dumb mistakes". The Rick who puppeteered him could have also framed it as "I'm doing this for your sake, because you keep getting yourself injured in adventures".

And he mustn't let himself react overly emotionally or go into hysterics about it, because then he'll get mind-blown and forget everything that happened (roofied, much?) and be vulnerable to it again. Or, even worse, he may be discarded as "defective" and end up in that Morty slaughterhouse... So he must really tone down his emoting.

He could have theoretically confessed to another Morty, but we've already seen Mortys throwing each other under the bus in their bid to survive. I wouldn't like my chances, personally.

So it seems to me that he be stuck in the Citadel, simming in his own fear, grief and anger with no one to confide to (although gaining a level-up in confidence (cockyness, if you want) given that he successfully orchestrated his own escape attempt). Either living in the lousy conditions of Morty Town, surrounded by clueless Mortys who, if ever discovered that he could get mind-controlled might tip off a Rick in exchange of a better quality of life. Or partnering with a Rick, living every day in fear that his secret might get revealed accidentally and that he'd end up dissected and studied, or simply controlled once again. (It would be even more dangerous if his Rick was wanted by the Citadel, and Evil Morty was in danger of getting executed for assisting him.) And, of course, we know that Citadel Ricks do not form lasting bonds with their Mortys. Even if his secret was never discovered, Evil Morty would find neither peace, nor family in the company of the Rick of the Day who adopted him.

I also think there is a lot of internalized victim blaming among the Mortys in the citadel. At some point he might have been convinced that he really did ask for it by not behaving. And this puts the eyepatch in a... different perspective. It made sense that he used the eyepatch initially, that's pretty much the only place where he could put his transmitter. But after he gained access to aaaaall the Citadel's tech as president, he built a lot of cool things. Couldn't he have built a better interface, one that doesn't require an eyepatch?

I mean... he definitely improved the eyepatch itself. In the beginning he had to connect it with his implanted cables manually:

But after he became president, it appears that it connects automatically. No longer necessary to stick your fingers in your own eye socket (yayyy).

It's unclear if the cables themselves are still there (they might be!) but some part of the original implant definitely remains. However, why still use an eyepatch at all? However he may have started off originally, we can't really say that he incapable of performing surgery to himself by the time season 7 rolls in because we saw him have a plethora of body augmentations, and yet he still wears an eyepatch. Couldn't he have also altered the implant in his brain so that he keeps any potential perks but no longer needs an external eyepatch?

Sure, maybe he enjoys triggering Rick's fear of pirates (even though he wears it when he is alone outside the CFC). Or maybe he thinks he looks cool wearing it. Or maybe he's just an angsty teenager.

Or... Well... if the whole experience is a source of shame and self-blame for him, he may be metaphorically hiding the place of intrusion... or, conversely, a physical reminder that he managed to literally cut himself free might make him feel better. I tend to think it's the latter.

This is all just a theory. Maybe he simply is evil.

Or maybe he's heartbroken by being constantly discarded in the "adoption" program of the Morty Market to the point where he felt he would explode. Ricks scouring the universe for Mortys meant that blowing the CFC was the only way he could be left alone in peace.

...But I'm leaning towards him having one more reason to run away as far as he can without looking back.

(and as of now, I get the feeling that he hasn't run away far enough)

#evil morty #rick and morty #evil morty meta #I've seen this technology before

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Write something about Marceline meeting up with Simon after the finale?

"You know I love you, right?" Marceline flat out asks him, because this girl has never gone around or over anything that she could plunge straight through. Simon always admired that about her even when this trait of hers caused him a fair few heart attacks.

Simon adjusts his glasses, clearing his suddenly dry throat. "Yes, I am aware."

They're at his house, with boxes of his things piled up around him. Bonnie, Finn, and Marcy all came over to help Simon move out of his old house into a new, more private arrangement. But Finn and Bonnie cleared out some time ago, when Marcy sat him down with a mug of his favorite tea. It was an ambush in everything bit name.

Simon supposes that he deserves it. He hasn't exactly... made time to speak with Marceline and happily allowed her to divert her focus away from him. Someone snitched on him, clearly.

"Hmmm..." Marcy squints at him, absently spinning the mug in front of her. The now dull grey drink sloshes lazily within. "When... When you had your big revelation about Betty, that musta messed you up pretty bad."

Simon stares at the woman that was essentially his daughter. Even as a little girl, she had always been prodigiously insightful and observant.

"This... This was different. Betty was my partner. I was supposed to check in with her, make sure we were on the same page. You, on the other hand-"

"Are you about to explain my feelings to me, Simon?" Marcy cuts in. "Or make an assumption about me based entirely on your perception of me?"

Oooh. Even if she didn't have fangs, Marceline could cut with the sharp edge of her tongue. A conflicting sense of pride and shame tightens his chest. He looks down at his mug of tea, taking a very long drink.

Marceline sighs. "I'm not five years old. I'm fully capable of making decisions - healthy decisions even."

"I know that!" Simon snaps back, thumping a fist on the table. "It's precisely because you're all grown up that I didn't want to say anything. Look at you, you're so happy! You don't need to bother with a sad old man like me."

Marceline gently grabs hold of his fist. "If you did tell me, what was the worst case scenario?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm doing better now. I'm going through therapy. I'm fine -"

"Please answer the question."

Simon stays stubbornly silent for a few second. Marceline squeezes his hand until her grip begins to hurt. He shoots her a petulant glare and she offers an innocent smile.

"I could make you sad. There. I said it."

"Well... I've been sad before. I got better."

Simon stares at this woman who he used to carry with only one arm. She's near his height, possibly taller. If he tried to carry her, she'd float to spare his ego. She grew up and he was there but not really and it's just another one of the Crown's costs.

"Simon." Marceline is hovering over the table now. "I lost you for a second there. What's that big brain of yours overly complicating now?"

Simon frowns at her. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Uhuh, listen. My partner is a certified genius, so I know for a fact that you geniuses tend to lack a lotta common sense."

"Have you told Bonnie this?"

"Verbatim. But this isn't about her, or me. This is about you."

Simon grits his teeth. "It's been 'about me' for long enough, hasn't it?" He shoves away from the table, gets onto his feet, and picks a random box to start piling stuff in. This will absolutely ruin Bonnie's meticulous organization, but that's just...

He sighs, steps back, looks at the label on the box before picking up Bonnie's abandoned clipboard to figure out the correct items for the box. In that whole time, Marceline doesn't speak. But he can feel her eyes on him like the sun through a magnifying glass. He sorts his stuff. She lets him.

Simon takes a deep breath. "I thought... It's bad enough that you spent all those thousand years watching over me. Then it turns out that even before I had the Crown, Betty was doing all of that. I just... I'm so useless."

"You're not-"

"Yes, yes, yes. But I... I need some time to work on myself, you know? I'm tired of being so..."

A hand settles on Simon's shoulders. He turns and jolts as he sees Marceline with a thin film of tears over her eyes. He immediately reaches over, pressing his palms against her face, thumbing the space beneath her eyes.

"Oh see, now I've made you cry."

Marceline shrugs. "It won't kill me."

"But that's the thing! You don't have to-"

"It's not that!" Marceline pulls away from him. "I don't have to do anything, you're right! But I want to stay with you!"

She blows out a short, ragged breath, running a hand through her hair. Simon slowly lowers his hands, crossing his arms and hunching over as if to protect his soft underbelly.

"I'd be rotten company."

Marceline fiercely shakes her head. "Not to me. Not if it's you."

Simon bites his lip. There's a tightness in his chest as if his heart was bloated from too much blood. He can't look away from her and yet he can't stand to stay seen.

"You don't want my help, fine. You've got professionals looking after you. And that's great. But please don't shut me out. I can't. Not again."

Marceline looks away for him. And this looks familiar even a thousand years later. The way she holds her head high, the way she clenches her jaw, the way she stubbornly refuses to acknowledge the tears trailing down her face - it's all the same.

Simon wraps both arms around her. She struggles for a second, trying to squirm away before she gives up, leaning into his hold.

"Okay," he murmurs into her shoulder.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Marceline coughs out a tiny giggle. "Are we just gonna keep saying okay to each other until the world ends or what?"

Simon readies a joke but swallows it at the last second. He lets her question hang in the air until it becomes heavy and leaden. She stiffens up, limbs locking and spine straightening.

"I think... I can do that."

"Yeah?" Marceline's voice is sooo small, half disbelief, half hope, and all pure, raw heart.

"Until the world ends... You and me. We're survivors. Remember?"

Marceline laughs, a frail, watery sound from the hollow of her throat. "Yeah. I remember."

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #marceline abadeer #marceline the vampire queen #my specialty is adding as many references as i can

[90smaximoff]

i love your work so so much!

could I maybe request something for Yelena please?

maybe like Yelena finding out that reader has a voice kink and loves her voice. Cut to Yelena degrading her about it and whispering in her ear? Maybe thigh riding too (beefy Yelena supremacy!)

i know what you want

author’s note: thank you so much!! hope you like it, i got a little carried away but… you know 💕🫠 (beefy yelena supremacy!!)

words: 1.1k

warnings: voice kink, thigh riding, degradation, pet names (baby, malyshka - babygirl), teasing, yelena being hot, kinda size kink? idk, spanking (just one), bad titles because i’m terrible at that. sorry for mistakes i was really sleepy when i wrote this (маленькая шлюха means “little whore” according to google translate because i obviously don’t know a thing about russian.)

“Good morning, baby.” You opened your eyes and heard Yelena’s raspy voice from behind you.

Immediately a smile come across your face and you turned around on the bed to face her. Your girlfriend had a sleepy expression and a messy morning hair. She looked so cute that you feel like there’s a million of butterflies in your stomach, in the good way. You give her a peck on the lips and she puts her hand on your waist, under your t-shirt - that actually belonged to her - innocently.

“What we have for today?” She asks looking at your lips. Her voice was low, raspy and thick, her accent extra strong since she just woke up. You think of how much you loves her hot voice, loves to hearing her giggling, loves when she whispered in your hear, loves when she moans, loves when she calls you her good girl and even more when she calls you her slut.

“Absolutely nothing, we have the day totally free.” you answer her, with obvious second intentions. Yelena smiled wider at that. Since she got the vacation you both needed - a week ago - it was a diary relief not having to pursue and fight criminals all fucking day.

“Good. Then we can sleep how much we want, uh?” Your smile died after what she said, you wondered if she really not get what you just said or if she was just pretending to tease you, in any of these scenarios, you decided to push further.

“You want to sleep now baby?” You pout.

“Yes, why? Want to do something else, malyshka?” Hearing her calling you babygirl in her mother language almost made your eyes rolled back in your head, hearing Yelena talking russian always made you needy for her, especially now. She didn’t wait for you to reply, seeing your reaction to her question was enough for her to know what to do. “I know what you want, come here.”

She smashed her lips against yours, tightening her hold on your waist, pulling you on top of her as deepening the kiss, both of you seems to be needing each other like a couple that haven’t seen each other in months, even though you just sleep in the same bed all night.

She raised her body on the bed, you still on top of her as she sits with you on her lap. Yelena did not have a single trouble doing this, her schedule as black widow definitely have made her hella strong, she works out every day - something you really love to see - and loves to brag about her muscles, for you or anyone that wants to listen to her. She loves to carry you around too, showing you and herself how stronger she is than you, even if your height difference isn’t that big.

You passed your arms though her shoulders, sliding your tongue onto her mouth, making the kiss more hungry and passionate at every second, she kisses you like her life depends on it, but still haven’t made a single move to take off your t-shirt or sliding her hands under your panties.

Feeling needy, you started to grind on her thigh, trying to get some pressure on your clit, that was begging to be touched by now, the heavy breath of Yelena and the way that she kissing you making you dripping wet on her clothed thigh. Suddenly, when you were getting closer to start to beg her to make you cum, she breaks the kiss.

“I know what you want…” She whispered with her deep voice against your lips. “But i won’t give it to you. If you want to cum so bad, ride my fucking thigh and make yourself cum.”

You moan at that and didn’t wasted time on grinding her thigh faster, desperately wanting to cum. Yelena’s raspy voice, her warm strong hands on your waist, her heavy breaths and the teasing phrase had made you a whimpering mess, wanting nothing more to cum in your panties and on your girlfriend’s muscular leg.

“Fuck, look at you, what a little whore.” Yelena always talked slower when she was horny, her tone get more rough, especially when she wanting to get you horny. “Damn, baby, you’re soaking my fucking pants, what got you so desperate, uh?” You barely could look into her eyes as she talked to you, arching your back, every word with that damn russian accent making you see stars, riding her even faster, moaning loud and shamelessly, wanting your girlfriend to know how good you feel.

“It was my voice, doesn’t it?” She grabbed your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look at her. You shake your head yes the best you could with her fingers holding your jaw in place. Yelena lets out a laugh by that, bringing your head closer, starting to roughly kiss your neck and whispering in your ear. “Sluts like you get wet so easily, uh? Just by the tone of my fucking voice you’re already humping my leg like a bitch in heat.”

You feel really ashamed for one second, knowing that now Yelena knows the effects that her voice causes to you, but the true is that you do the same with her, Yelena gets crazy hearing you moan, hearing you laugh, hearing you beg. You got the same effect on her. And right now, hearing you moan and whimper for her like a helpless desperate slut had her struggling to control herself, gripping onto your waist and biting on your neck to the point to leave marks to stop herself to thrown you at bed and use you till you begged her to stop, since she was stronger and bigger enough than you to do that.

“Fuck, i’m gonna cum, Lena!” You said between moans, whispers and heavy breaths after some minutes, her hands already left your jaw making you free to moan and arch your back as much as you want, Yelena looked at you mesmerized. She could feel your body starting to convulsed softly on top of her, your arms on her shoulders trembling and holding tight on it, your eyes closing and you riding her fast, chasing your orgasm.

“That’s it, cum for me, маленькая шлюха, cum for me like the desperate little thing that you are.” She instructs you, giving a slap to your ass hearing the delicious sound it makes, watching as you come undone on her thigh, soaking your panties and her pants, moaning and shaking in her strong arms.

#yelena belova smut #yelena belova #yelena belova x female reader #marvel smut #yelena mcu #yelena x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena x y/n #yelena x you #mia’s writing

[cyberrose2001]

Can I request bayverse ratchet with a fem! human who confesses her feelings to him?

Bayverse Ratchet x fem!human!reader

here's a short scenario for you anon :)

Warnings: None, SFW

Word count: 638

“Ratchet, can we uh… talk.”

It wasn’t something that had occurred to you quickly. Instead, it was something that had been brewing inside you for over a year whilst being employed to conduct cover-up work for NEST. A whole bunch of emotions you had no intention of unravelling until now.

He’s noticed you, and you’ve noticed him. The sideway glances of his optics never failed to catch your eye as you manoeuvre yourself around the base, holding yourself in a professional regard you are most proud of. But this is in no way professional, not in the slightest. Ratchet is a Cybertronian, a species whose life spans are longer than the time it took for your ancestors to crawl out of the ocean. You’re just a human, an insect to them—a bunch of backstabbin’ weasels.

Despite whether or not he shares the same affections for you, you need to get it off your chest so you can at least move on.

“Certainly. What do you need to discuss with me?” Ratchet says, unbothered by your presence like he usually is with other members of your species. He had told you once that you were the only human he could barely tolerate, and that’s one tick for yes on your checklist of ‘Does Ratchet like me, or would he rather saw me in half?’.

You stand before him, brushing your works pants awkwardly. You’re thankful you caught him alone in his designated med bay, fiddling with equipment entirely alien to you. You really didn’t want to be made fun of by Hound. You clear your throat, “What are you, uh, working on?”

“I’m calibrating the electromagnetic spark conductor, ESC for short. I believe the proper term for your species is a ‘defibrillator’.” The green mech places a tool back on the bench and looks at you, “But according to your elevated heart rate, you’re not here just to make small talk, are you?”

Fuck. He’s got you there. Curse your involuntary bodily functions.

“No, not really.” You finger the hem of your blouse, “I’ve noticed you, uh, staring a lot.”

Ratchets’ shoulders tense before a small smile graces his metallic lips, “Quite observant you are. It’s no wonder that they hired you.”

You nearly choke on your breath, “Well, heh, I’ve got to be good at something, right?”

“Indeed,” Ratchet crouches down to your height, allowing you to take in every little crevasse of his face. Bright blue optics roaming across your own flushed face, “But I’ll have to say, you’re not very talented in hiding your emotions very well.”

Now or never, Y/n. You exhale shaky, “It’s hard to hide emotions like these, Ratchet. I like you.”

“Well, that’s rather obvious, isn’t it?” He scoffs playfully, not in his usual rude way as you had expected, “But it seems that I have harbored the same… feelings for you as well.”

Now you actually choke on your breath. Your chest swells with happiness and disbelief, “You… you mean it?”

Ratchet tilts his helm, “I would not lie to you,” He reaches a curled digit to brush against your cheek, “You’ve certainly caught my attention for a little squishy like you.”

You smile and lean into his touch, relief washing over you in waves, “I… don’t know what to say.”

A small smile also graces his face, “You need not. Your actions speak louder.”

Cautiously, you gently move a hand out in front of you and push it against his face. It’s cold and metallic but fits just right against the palm of your hand, “What will we tell the others?”

“Nothing, they don’t need to know,” He hums, feeling the vibrations run down your arm, “Let’s keep it professional around them for now, hm? That’s something you’re good at.”

You chuckle, cheeks warming up, “For sure, Ratchet. For sure…”

#transformers bayverse #bayverse ratchet x reader #tf bayverse #bayverse ratchet x human reader #sfw #fluff #cyberrosewrites

[simpfor141cod]

Copycat; Ghost pt.1

As an assassin, how would you go about trying to kill one of the most deadly men? You needed to draw him away from the rest of task force 141, you needed to get his attention- but how? Well, apparently the best way to get the attention of Ghost, is by pretending to be Ghost- what could go wrong?

contains: Angst, Assassin!Reader, suggestive themes, eventual smut, degradation, violence, knives, Ghosts ego, slow burn romance, ghost is weirdly turned on by you trying to kill him??

"Ghost? You want me to kill Ghost? You mean the guy that took out your entire squad by himself, that Ghost?" You couldn't believe your ears, running your hand through your hair, you were about to decline before the man on the other side of the phone speaks; "you are one of the best assassins on the market, are you not?" The mans voice growled, obviously not happy with your response. "Yes but its Ghost! of all people why hi-" you were cut off suddenly, "If you do this, you can be done with all the killing. We will let you go." What? There's no way they mean that, they've kept you here for ten years already, why the hell would they let you go now? It was going to be nearly impossible. Only one way to find out I guess. You probably wouldn't get another offer to leave. All or nothing. "I'll do it." --

You spend the next week gathering as much intel on the man as possible, which was a terrifyingly small amount. 'Ghost' '6'4" ' 'Known for his skull mask' 'extremely dangerous' You also had a few notes on taskforce 141's previous sightings/locations & allies. Great. Like you didn't know most of that already. You look at the tiny list that you had managed to get written down and sighed. You adjust the height of your training targets to his height, your jaw drops as you crane your head up. 'well shit.' You take a deep breath and massage your temples, why the hell did you accept? To go home. Your eyes harden as you remember your family, you had to do this. If not for yourself, for them. You had fought men his height before, some even taller. However, this was Ghost for fucks sake, the mention of the mans name is enough to stop an entire army dead in their tracks. You take a deep breath. "okay, so, I've got the limited intel available, now I just need to figure out how to get him to come to me, because there is no way I'm taking on all of taskforce 141.." you lingered on your own question for a while, debating the outcomes of different plans. ---- "THATS IT" you sit up in your bed, you were just about to fall asleep when an idea popped into your head, The only way to get his attention, and have him come to you: You would pretend to be him. Nobody liked being copied right?

Every other plan you had thought of before came to the same grizzly conclusion; Your imminent death. You just hoped that Ghost would be curious enough about a copycat that he wouldn't just kill you immediately. That brings you to where you are now, watching a movie-esque battle scene unfold Infront of you between a terrorist group and a gang. You had found out that taskforce 141 had been seen in the area recently, searching for the terrorist group currently fighting Infront of you, they had recently threatened to attack and overthrow the government- so they were on 141's radar. You watched as the two groups reached a sort of stalemate, gunfire ceased, so you made your way down to the ground from the rooftop, silently blending into the background.

For now. Unlike Ghost and even your usual self in this scenario, your goal was to be seen- at least by the other gang. You knew the opposing gang was a supplier of intel to 141, so they would immediately recognize Ghost. This also meant that if you didn't move now- the real Ghost would be there sooner or later. You made your way around to the back of the terrorist group, sneaking up behind one of the men, immediately taking out your knife and pulling him to the ground, quickly dispatching of him before he made any noise. This was easy work for you, after being an assassin for this long, there weren't many scenarios that made you nervous, but the thought of Ghost showing up to the 'party' with the rest of taskforce 141, had you wanting to kill these men and get the fuck out quickly. This was simply phase one of your plan, you needed Ghost to be interested enough that he'd seek you out alone, its the only way you could possibly beat him. You groaned softly, noticing how the weight of all of the gear Ghost would wear weighs you down, you had his look down pat, it was just the height that was the issue. If you wanted the gang to think you were Ghost, you were going to have to keep your distance from them, otherwise they'd know something was up. You made your way around the group, pulling them into the shadows one by one, it wasn't until the last one that you purposefully let yourself be seen, the man turned around and you could have sworn he nearly passed out when he saw the skull mask- he froze, letting you take advantage of his lack of movement. He briefly began to yell, quickly silenced as his body hit the ground with a thud, you wiped your knife off on his shirt before standing, "He really does strike fear into the hearts of men" You said almost baffled, but not entirely surprised. It wasn't long before you heard footsteps in the distance, a red dot appearing on your chest for a moment before a spotlight is on you from a distance. "Holy shit its Ghost?" "Who contacted 141?" "I was going to now but I guess someone already did" "I only sent for them about a minute ago.. how the hell did they get here so fast?" The men from the gang all seemed confused, it was going exactly as you planned. As they all talked amongst themselves, you took it upon yourself to slip back into the shadows, leaving the scene littered with your kills. 'Phase one complete" You reported back to your boss, finally removing the skull mask before abruptly ending the call, you had to get the hell out of the area, and fast. ---- "Copy. Thanks boys." Price looked over at Ghost suddenly, a confused look on his face. "Ghost" "Yes sir?" "Apparently we are no longer needed for that callout on the terrorist group, according to our intel, you already handled it" Ghost wasn't a man of many big reactions, so by the way his eyes widened Price started getting the gist of what was going on. "Well they seem pretty convinced it was you, it would appear you have a copycat. Skull mask and all." There wasn't much that surprised Simon anymore, especially not in his field of work, but this was new. The team agreed to go and look at the scene, all scouting the area for this 'copycat' incase they were still in the area. "Jeez, they certainly did a number on em' didnt they?" Soap announced, pushing one of the bodies over with his foot. A small grunt of agreement was heard from Ghost as he observed the patterns in the 'handywork' of whoever did this. "Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing." Price stated, pointing out how all the bodies bar one were hidden from sight in the shadows. "9 people, all with the same knife" Ghost stated, his brain working in overdrive trying to figure out who might be doing this. "So it was definitely just one person? Shit" Soap looked shocked, "This is easy work for us" Ghost sighed, not wanting to admit being impressed himself. "A copycat huh?" He mumbled to himself. ----- Hope you enjoyed, next part coming soon :) -yours

#call of duty #fanfiction #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #ghost smut #ghost call of duty #cod fanfic #cod smut #simon ghost x reader

[atom-writings]

What do you HC England as height wise? I’m pretty happy with 5’9 since that’s the perfect height for me at 5’0 😈 otherwise can I request England with a gn short reader?

hetalia england with a short s/o

0.7k words ~ gender neutral scenarios

tw: none!

a/n: arthur is starting to grow on me so much :sob:

I personally see him as something between 5' 9“ and 5' 10”, so just around what you think!

He's actually quite average, but compared to a lot of other nations, it's easy for him to be teased for being short. So, being with a short S/O would be a big confidence boost for him.

He pretends that he doesn't care about his S/O's height, but it'll be obvious to you that he does. Just through the little things.

Nearly every morning, he greets you with a tight hug from behind as he rests his chin on the top of your head. If he's wearing one of his robes, he'll also wrap that around you.

He's also ALWAYS the big spoon. Regardless of what he wants, he just finds it awkward to be held like that when you're so... small compared to him.

Whenever you're out, he offers you his jacket. He just adores how big it looks on you!

Depending on where you live, he can get a little protective. When you're in a crowd, he always makes sure to hold you close. He doesn't trust others to respect your personal space as much as they should.

“Right, you shut up right now or you're gonna learn to regret-”

“Arthur, it's fine!” You plead, grabbing his shoulder and holding him back, “Let's just leave, okay?”

“I- You want to just let this prick get away with-”

“Yes!”

He turns around to meet your eyes for a moment, his gaze softening as he sees your worried expression. Arthur could only sigh, brushing your hand off his shoulder and taking it in his own.

“You're right, this isn't worth our time. Let's go, darling.”

The two of you began to walk towards the exit of the bar. But before you could get out of earshot, you heard your harasser whistle at you. In an instant, Arthur broke away from you, grabbing the nearest glass off a table and hurling it at the man.

He isn't above teasing you for being short, but he won't push it. It's always little snide remarks that probably you didn't even notice in the moment.

A couple of times he's tried to see if you could wear his clothes from a teenager (AKA THE 12TH DAMN CENTURY!)  It didn't work, obviously, but he did laugh a lot at you... so there's that.

But, he'd still never infantilize you. No matter how you look, he loves and respects you all the same. And he expects everyone to do the exact same. You're his darling, after all <3

It wasn't supposed to rain today. At least, that was what the weather app said today. But here you stood, underneath the archway to leave,  watching the rain pound the sidewalk.

“Perhaps... I should not have parked so far away.” Arthur breaks the tension.

“Yeah, perhaps.”

“Did you bring an umbrella?”

“Nope. Did you?“

”Not today, no.“

You sighed, but Arthur just chuckled. When you turned to the side to see his face, he looked just absolutely pleased with himself.

”What's so funny?“

”I have a plan.“ He says resolutely, scrambling out of his trench coat. He poured a few things out of the pockets, then turned to you.

He manoeuvred the jacket so it held out like a tarp over himself, “Get under here with me, it'll be dry.”

You guffawed, “It will not be dry.”

“Trust me, it's better than nothing.”

What other choice did you have? You shuffled underneath his arms, pressing up close to him. It was an uncomfortable arrangement, but safe. Like always, with him.

“Alright, are we running, or what?”

He shook his head, ”In a moment, but first...“

”First what?“

”You have to give me a good luck kiss.“

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you turned away, ”That's stupid, and like- people will see!“

”Come on, I won't keep you dry unless you give me a good luck kiss.“

”Ugh, you can't be serious-“ You stuttered out for a moment,  ”F-Fine!“

Hurriedly, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek as you stood on the tips of your toes.

”See, now we'll be all good!“

”That was so dumb-“

”Doesn't matter, we're going!“ He laughed, before breaking out into a full sprint, dragging you along with him.

”SLOW DOW- I WASN'T READY!“

#heta tag #hetalia x reader #hetalia imagines #arthur tag #aph england x reader #hws england x reader

[the-whispers-of-death]

stone x tattoo/henna artist! reader

maybe stone's henna artist got sick? maybe she left town? anyways, she isn't available and stone has to do his henna with us

Anon, you and I are the same wavelength because that was one of the scenarios I thought about when asked about Stone x civilian reader before I picked neighbor!reader. Anywho, let's do this.

Stone knew there were two henna artists at the tattoo/henna artist shop he goes to, but he had only interacted with the female henna artist and he trusted her to do his henna. So when he walked into the shop for his appointment, he was expecting her to greet him.

But instead, there was you. The male henna artist and one of the few male henna artists in the area. Your skin was adorned with tattoos, permanent and henna tattoos alike. There were also a few piercings because this place also did piercings.

"Ah, you must be Arya's ten-thirty appointment! I'm {Name}, Arya's sick so I'm taking all of her appointments today," you said, a smile fitting naturally on your face. It was so bright but, at least it seemed genuine. "I see on the client file on the computer that your name is Stone?"

Stone snapped out of his stupor and grunted coldly. "It's what people call me, yes." His skin tingled in irritation at the idea of being worked on by someone new, but he hated not having his henna done when he had an appointment for it even more.

So he followed you deeper into the shop to where your workstation was, his footsteps so much heavier than yours. He was so much taller than you too, so burly and strong.

He wondered what you were thinking of him. He had heard from Arya that most men felt comfortable getting their henna done with you, since you were also a man, as it took some insecurity about getting henna done when you're a man out of the equation. He doubted he was the the first "tough guy" you had worked on, but he also knew that his height and demeanor intimidated people left and right. And the last thing he needed was for his temporary henna artist to shake due to being intimidated.

When Stone got to your workstation, he sat down in the client chair, the poor chair creaking loudly underneath his sheer weight. He watched with cold eyes as you sat down in your own chair and when you were near, he rested his arms on the table in front of him.

"You have a lot of scars," you murmured, unable to help yourself when you saw just how scarred his brown skin was. His body was a canvas of years of war.

"Can you still do the henna?" Stone asked, shifting your thoughts away from the amount of scars on him. He knew you technically could, after all, his usual henna artist did it all the time.

You nodded, getting out your tools. "Of course. As I'm sure Arya told you the first time you got henna done with her, properly healed scars will retain the henna stain," you explained, though he already knew it. "Are we doing the same design you always get?"

Stone nodded, because he was a man of predictability. Thankfully, his file on the computer had said what design he always got, so you didn't have to ask him. And it was a good thing, because he promptly shut up once you started.

You were used to clients who preferred to be quiet during their appointments, but Stone's silence was different. It was heavier, especially with the way he was staring at you with those cold brown eyes. But you couldn't complain, he sat completely still. The stillest anyone has ever sat when you do henna on them.

Because of his stillness, the session took less time than it would, you making less mistakes. When it was over, his hands and arms were wrapped properly to get the best stain possible and you couldn't even tell if he was pleased with the way you did his henna. It was the same design, but different artists come up with different results of the same design. Though you suppose, he would've been vocal had it not been what he wanted.

Stone didn't speak much, even when paying you. He didn't say thank you, he just made his next appointment and gave you a tip before going on his way. You didn't see him get into a car, which was a good thing since driving home would potentially ruin the henna, and you saw him walk away from the store.

Huh, well, it wasn't everyday that you got such an enigmatic client.

You looked down at the tip he gave you and that was more tip than your regular clients give you. Guess there was some upside to taking on Arya's clients on for the day.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #task force 141 #task force 141 oc #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty oc #cod oc #task force 141 oc: stone #call of duty oc: stone #cod oc: stone #male!oc #desi!oc #cod oc x reader #cod oc x male reader #oc x reader #oc x male reader #male oc x reader #male oc x male reader #stone x reader #stone x male reader #desi!reader #Stone's such a silent client #but at least he sits still #again with civilian readers he's not super forthcoming at first meeting #might have to make a separate section on the master list if this becomes a series #thanks for the ask! #:)

[studies-in-the-art-of-deduction]

Stop practicing with pictures!

Alright this is gonna be one of the posts that people seem to like, probably because of the dramatic title and the "hot take" as the kids are calling it these days. This time we're talking about practice, specifically about one of the biggest mistakes i've seen people make with their practice habits

Now from the title you can already tell what i'm talking about, you have got to stop practicing with pictures, at least as much as you probably do compared to practice with irl subjects, this is for one simple reason: pictures are not real life!

Now, the argument of "anyone who posts a picture being very aware of at least vaguely what they're posting and hence your deductions are already being at least partially conditioned" is a very old one, and while actually a good one and one to keep in mind, that's not where i'm going with this

When i say pictures aren't real life i'm talking about the fact that pictures dictate the information we can get, not because of the people posting these pictures, but rather because of the nature of the pictures themselves. Any photos we find have the disadvantage of not allowing for deductions that would be useful or relevant at all in real life

Think about the following situation: you find a picture of someone's hand posted in r/deduction or somewhere similar, and you think "awesome! a fun, challenging picture that doesn't seem too stressful to deduce!" and you start going at it:

You see hairbands on the wrist, so they have long hair

You see nail polish and signs of manicure, so statistically they're probably female presenting

You see the hand is actually quite small, so they're short

You see the skin suggests they're young, maybe late teens/early 20s

You see they're wearing expensive jewlery, so well off economically

You see they're wearing an apple watch, so they have an iphone and potentially other apple devices

These are all good deductions, actually some of them could lead you to some deeper, more interesting conclussions, so all good right? Well let's now say you see this same person (with the same hand, hopefully) walking down the street, how many of those deductions are now just observations at most? The hair being long you can just see, same thing with the height and probably gender they present as, the age isn't much of a deduction either anymore, at most you could maybe narrow it down as a deduction but you can just see the range they probably fall in. You're left with maybe 2 deductions that are actually worth anything

Now yes, this is just an example, and yes i made it up, of course not all practice with pictures is useless, and not all ways of practicing with pictures are unproductive. But my point is this: a lot of people, most people i've met in this community actually, realize that it's a lot easier to just pull up your computer, find some pictures to deduce, and boom practice, not realising that most of their time an effort is probably going down the drain. And then those same people go out into the world, ready to deduce, ready to sit in a public setting and put all their practice to good use, and find that they can't actually deduce anything, or worse, they don't realise (and have no one to tell them) that hey, that deduction about that girl that just walked by having long hair because of the hairband on her wrist, yeah that's not really much of a deduction, everyone can see she has long hair.

So my advice is this: for the love of god, no matter how much you practice online, with pictures of people, keys, phones, daily carry, and rooms (jesus please don't practice only with rooms, when's the last time you actually saw someone's bedroom irl?). Do not make that your primary form of practice, go out, practice in real life scenarios, in coffee shops, and classrooms, and restaurants, watch real people exist in their natural habitat, and try to maximize your deduction abilities there, this is where most of your life is gonna be spent, and where most of your deductive abilities will matter

And apart from all of this, i'll throw in some extra advice: Practice mindfully, know why you're doing the exercises you're doing, know why and how certain types of practice work and if they're actually helping you. If you're gonna practice with pictures be aware that your goal is not to be able to use all of the types of deductions you manage to pull off with a picture in real life, but rather to strengthen your reasoning capabilities to then use those in real life, and reach different, more complex conclusions with them. Pictures are not a supplement for real life, they're a training range to make you sharper, but if you only ever go to a shooting range that doesn't mean you can suddenly join the army with no other training

That's all for this post, see you next weekend... or maybe sooner? ;)

Happy Observing!

-DV

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[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Pocky game

- order 19 | scenarios | Housewardens P.2 (Vil, Idia, Malleus)

P.1 — (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim)

Gender neutral

Note: Old request that I had intended to make a part two for, I had this as a WIP for a while until I finished it today.

Vil Schoenheit

You knew it wouldn’t be easy. Vil is extremely focused on appearance. You had friends that cared a little too much about how they looked but Vil was over the top. But you couldn’t say it didn’t pay off. He always looked ethereal. But he would still look ethereal if he played with you!

“Vil, please can we play?” You asked while pressing your hands together and coming up next to him.

He sighed and glared down at you, “I can’t have anything. I have a big photo shoot tomorrow. I will not risk embarrassing myself when such a big event is about to happen.” He sternly said.

You grabbed his arm and hugged his arm. “B-But it’s just one little stick! I’ll never ask anymore dumb games of you again! I’ll even start dressing nicer and tying my tie cuter and neater!” You begged.

After a long while of going back and forth, he agreed extremely reluctantly. He crossed his legs and faced you as you unboxed the pocky.

“Uh, so the Pocky Game is you basically have to finish the stick before the other person. But it’s the same stick for both players.” You explained and handed the stick to Vil.

He stuck it in his mouth as you shakily lined your lips up with the other end. Vil scoffed as he bit forward, drawing dangerously close to you already.

Your hands reached over to him to cup his cheeks and surprisingly he didn’t even flinch. He pulled you closer and tilted his head as he felt your lean into the kiss.

It was a while before Vil finally let go. Despite you holding his face, you had zero control. You were running out of oxygen quickly and you almost started feeling light headed. You panted while Vil took a deep breath and recovered quickly.

“I already knew what you were trying to do. It was a good excuse to kiss you like that.” He said slyly.

You opened your eyes and smiled, “You’re.. You’re mean!!”

Idia Shroud

He’s insanely shy. He hasn’t exactly ever had any sort of romantic interaction. When he sees anyone kissing, hugging, or anything in a romantic way, he cringes and criticizes the idea of relationships.

But, of course he heard of this game! It’s recently been trending and it’s been a thing for a while.

“Do I wanna play..?! Doesn’t that go without saying?” He said as if you were a bother. But you could tell he was more flustered than bothered. You sucked in your breathe and put your hands together in a begging way.

“So, it’s a yes then? This game sounds really fun, if you already know then you can teach me!” You feinted obliviousness: Idia froze, he appeared to be thinking about something.

It seems your acting worked as he considered participating in playing with you. “I-I will but only just this once…”

“Alright then!”

You picked up the box of picky sticks and picked one out. You went closer to him and leaned forward to be at the same height as him. He shook in his chair as he unconsciously put the other end of the stick in his mouth.

So close! This is gross! How could I be doing something like this? Aaah… MC smells so good.

The ends of his hair flared red and spread more and more as you moved closer. You two were so close, your noses were nearly touching.

It was all too much for Idia, the stick snapped in the middle. You moved back and used your finger tip to push the rest into your mouth. You hid your smile as you laughed at Idia, who was practically melting.

You noticed a small bit still hanging out of his mouth, you’re pretty sure he hasn’t even noticed it snapped in half yet. You placed your hand to cup his cheek while the other grabbed the back of his head.

Your lips connected and you could feel the heat from his face. His hands flew up in the air in shock and he would’ve fallen back if he were standing. He pushed his back up against the chair, urging to you lean further into him and deepen the kiss.

You pushed away and wiped your lips with the back of your hand.

“No way…” Was the last words he could say before everything turned black.

Malleus Draconia

He is one of the more stoic people. He does show emotion but he’s not easily flustered. Which is a part of the reason why you’re doing this in the first place.

You want to catch him off guard! The times you’ve done it before were completely by accident but this time you surely would but I’d would be intentional! You invited him over, he seemed giddy about it. You noticed how he wore his school uniform a lot neater.

You sat him down in a small chair and table you had at ramshackle and ran off upstairs then came back with a box.

“Malleus! Can we play a quick game?” You asked while showing him the box. He scanned the features off the box then nodded.

“Well, what is this game you speak of?”

“It’s easy! It’s the Pocky Game. The rules are that you can’t pull away or purposely break the stick or else you lose.” You explained while opening up the box and handing him one.

He looked at it and stuck it in his mouth, as if he were going to eat it. You lined up your mouth against the short end of the pocky stick and you felt him chomp down on the part that was already inside his mouth.

He seemed completely entranced by the taste and chewed further on the part that was Alr racing his mouth. You stopped completely.

Man, he doesn’t even care!

You bit forward while trying to ignore the fact he was focusing on the taste over you. Bit by bit, your face came closer to his. He couldn’t ignore how close you were as his forehead touched yours.

He felt something gentle on his lips as you leaned over and put your arm around him. You moved away but just a hit to say something.

“Don’t ignore me again.” You said, almost desperately before slowly bringing your lips against his again.

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[dearestones]

Tall, Touch Starved! M! Reader Scenario (Ft. Floyd Leech)

Warnings: Fluff. 

Anonymous Request: Hello, may I please request a tall, male reader x Twisted Wonderland (Octavinelle) romantic scenario? My favorite character is Floyd. Maybe the prompt could be something where the m!reader is taller than the characters but so very touch-starved? And despite practically towering over their lover, the character can't help but find endearing the way m!reader looks so lost by himself, and becomes a giant teddy hear in their hugs? Thank you, I really appreciate your consideration and your time spent on free fan content. 🖤

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When Floyd first meets you, the first thing he notices is that you’re tall! Can humans get this tall? He’s seen a lot of humans around campus and around town, but for the most part, they’re like minnows. Depending on his mood, Floyd might perceive you as a threat (because of your height) or as a pleasant distraction from the way the other students view him. 

Honestly, he probably gives you the name of “Shrimpy” just to mess with you, but as time goes on, Floyd thinks that he made the right call with that name. Even if your stature towers over him and pretty much ninety percent of the NRC population, you’re so cute! The way you tuck into yourself and act like you’re a guppy should make Floyd feel superior to you, but if he’s being truthful, he really wants you to tuck yourself into him.

Which means~!

Yes, Floyd can and will seek you out at various opportunities throughout the day. Of course, his actions are precipitated by just how interesting you were beforehand (read: Octavinelle and Scarabia arc), but chances are, his mercurial temperament dictates that if he sees you, he will jump you. 

At first, Floyd relishes in catching you unaware. The way you stiffen when you feel his long arms wrap around your shoulders or around your waist gives him a power rush. However, when the both of you get past the acquaintance/fond bully part of your relationship, Floyd will realize that he doesn’t want to scare you anymore. He may not have been living on the surface for too long, but even he knows that romantic couples on land hold and touch each other softly. (Merfolk do the same, but it’s not uncommon for courtship to be a little more on the aggressive side). 

Because of his findings and research (don’t worry, Jade was the one who informed Floyd of what to do), he will definitely soften his approach and initiate touch normally. 

Mostly. 

Sometimes.

Okay, the point is that he’s trying, right? 

See, Floyd paying attention to anyone’s feelings aside from himself and the people he’s considered closest to is actually pretty rare. You wouldn’t call him self-centered, but Floyd certainly doesn’t pay attention to how his actions affect others unless it results in trouble for him or his loved ones. 

So, when Floyd finally realizes that you’re touch-starved, he can’t tell if he’s angrier at you for not telling him or at himself for not noticing earlier. You mean to tell him that he could hug and squeeze you at any given moment in time and not only would you welcome it, you’d also want more!?!?! If Floyd was a fish (which he kind of is), consider him hooked. 

Pretty soon, you’ll find yourself trying to shake him off more often than not, but indulge him a little. It’s pretty cool being everyone’s favorite predator, but with you, Floyd wants to spend time with you like friends and maybe…? 

The day you become boyfriends is the best thing to ever happen to Floyd. When you agree, Floyd will definitely sweep you off your feet so that he can carry you around. “Come on! We gotta tell Jade and the others ‘cause if I don’t stake my claim now, someone else is gonna do it!” It doesn’t matter if you’re an inch or a foot taller than him, Floyd will carry you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, because to him, you are.

(Also, feel free to carry Floyd in your arms as well. He’ll fight you for it because he has his pride, but seriously? He wants to be held and cuddled like one of those eel plushies he collects). 

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