#guess which bitch still needs help making words work

[vesperlionheart]

Me, a fool of a writer: I must buy for myself a spiffy drink to enjoy before I write, as a treat. Me:*buys drink* Me, many hours later with nothing written: I'm so surprised this strategy didn't work for the 89th day in a row!

#about me #look at me being a fool #an absolute clown #writing is hard #I always think Starbucks or boba tea will fix me #it never does #the spiffy drink is not magic #but I am still weak to it #and my writing is still not done #guess which bitch went and bought herself a drink #guess which bitch still needs help making words work #the potion was not effective

[mitsies]

thinking about high-school!gojo today.....

he’s top of his classes, a-list student, and everyone knows him. people across campus gossip about his latest romances and grades and all— he’s an open book. and a new york time’s best seller, apparently.

gojo is specifically notorious for his position as top student at your prestigious school. only the best from the best lineage, it seems. in graded discussions, he’s viciously tearing down others’ points. he disagrees with the teacher. makes jokes that make the whole class laugh. has been responsible for at least 3 faculty members’ quitting. all this, and he’s still failing art. sculpture class, to be exact.

it’s an elective both he and you have been forced into; you’re a lot happier about it than him, it seems. because he always complains. loudly. and he sucks at art, quite frankly.

it's plain to see that the boy has never even drawn a portrait in his life. he's got two right hands and he's left-handed, it looks like, that's how bad he is. and even worse is the fact that he's got no friends in this class; everyone's a stranger. which is probably why he resorts to bothering you.

you like to think you're a strong person, of mind and of being. but your resolve to being kind crumbles as soon as gojo opens his big fat mouth.

you see why people like him. he can be funny. he's good at lots of things (arts not included) and sometimes, only sometimes, does he have something valuable to say. but mostly, you find gojo satoru to be a nuisance.

working on your projects is made incredibly difficult when 6 feet of pure frustration is bitching right next to you. "this clay," he'd complain, "it's gotta be broken. it's not working."

you try to ignore him, you really do. him and his inane excuses, and empty commentary. and for the most part, he disregards you right back. he looks through you, sometimes. sometimes. that is, until the teacher pulls him aside a few weeks before the end of the school year and he comes back more stone-faced and scared than you've ever seen him. he's quiet for longer than you've known possible and you're surprised to find that you kind of miss hearing his voice.

he doesn't really say much, and class lets out, and you go on with your life like normal. but there's an itch in the back of your mind, and it sounds like his name over and over and you can't quite get it out of your head. not until the next day, when you see him again- 2nd period sculpture class, 9 o'clock in the morning.

and this time, he looks right at you.

"you're really good at this whole sculpture thing." he's making a statement, not asking a question. you blink and realise that this is the very first time he's spoken to you, directly. he was complimenting you in a way- on what? does this mean he's seen you? all this time you presumed he stared straight through, blue eyes burning holes through your skull. maybe, just maybe, he's been looking at you the whole time. you're not sure how to reply so you just nod, "i guess."

"i," he says the next words like he's choking on glass and you see his adam's apple bob (his skin is so pale; translucent. you think it'd be cold to the touch,) "need help."

you almost feel bad. he looks like a cat that just got soaked in water. pitiful. playing dumb, though you know exactly what he means, you tilt your head innocently. "help with what?"

he grimaces. you bite the inside of your cheek to stop a smile from spreading like wildfire.

"this class."

"oh? what about it?"

he dramatically slumps against the desk, knocking over the boy in front of him's water bottle. he doesn't bother picking it up. "sculpting. art. everything."

"i thought you were good at everything, though."

that might've been too far, because he looks at you again. he really, really looks. and you think he sees you. because he smiles, "my reputation precedes me. i'm so famous, aren't i?"

"i guess you are," you concede, allowing an edge of amusement to lighten your tone. he is still looking at you. he does not break eye contact. it makes your stomach churn with something sickeningly alive, something abhorrently beautiful.

"then it should be your honour to help me out or something, yeah?"

it should be. it will be. you could let it be.

"i'm pretty busy. sorry."

he blinks at you. you turn away. why did you say no? you didn't want to. but then again, you'd prefer to be away from him and his life- lavish, elegant, mansions and stars and cameras and glamour- you have homework to do.

you think that, after this, gojo satoru will leave you be.

he does not.

in fact, you think it gets worse.

if he wasn't talking to you much at all before, it's all he does now. he sits in your seat before class starts, getting there before you, waiting for you. chats your ears off, too, when you try to get work done. and he always ends up bringing up that proposal again- to help tutor him in sculpture, or give him pointers, or whatever, you try to tune him out.

you wonder why he only asks you. there's plenty of much more talented, much more friendly students in your class. ones that'd say yes. but he only asks you. you think he knew it was only a matter of time before you gave in. that was what he was banking on, probably. all it took was two weeks worth of asking, talking non-stop, and basically borderline begging. and you folded.

..which, is how you find yourself in the art room, after-hours, sitting next to gojo satoru and a pottery wheel as he helplessly squishes the miserable and miserly beginnings of yet another deformed clay pot.

"you can do it," you encourage rather dryly. he shoots you a look. "great acting."

"sorry. i'm trying my best here."

his hands are covered in wet clay, so when he wipes his brow he uses his forearm. the crewneck he wears is pulled up and pale, pale skin glows a wintery shade. you tear your eyes away. "and i am too! but it isn't working!"

you frown. he really is bad at this- ignoring all your direct pointers and advice. you've told him what he needs to fix; be gentle, go slowly, be patient, patient, patient. all that has gone in one ear and out the other.

you really dread what you're about to do. but you want to help him save his grade in this class, because gojo satoru was not gojo satoru without his 4.0 gpa. so, bracing yourself, feeling a tight, tight knot in your stomach, you ghost your hands over his on the wheel and hold on, shadowing them. a guide.

his skin is cold, you were right. big hands, bigger than yours, they feel good and frigid beneath your touch; like they were made for you, sculpted to your touch. you feel his breathing stall before he starts rambling again.

his words move fast, but not faster than his heartbeat, which you feel in his wrist. you'd be dizzy with the proximity if you weren't so focused on making something. it's almost magic, how 2 pairs of hands come together to make something- a small pot, spinning on the wheel.

it's a little lopsided and wonky looking but it's far, far better than anything gojo's accomplished. he goes quiet. "wow," he says, so so hushed you almost don't catch it. you know he's not talking about the pot.

"i told you that you could do it."

his hands break away from the wheel, leaving the clay formation and pulling your hands away, too. they're in his, still, and covered in a think muddy-coloured sludge of slip. but he holds them.

"you have something on your face," you exhale after a beat of silence. because he does; a dash of clay, marking the expanse of skin on his cheek. just below his lip. he smiles and a dimple creases his pretty, pretty face.

"yeah? why don't you get it for me?"

you blink. "my hands are filthy. i'd make it worse."

"do you think i care?"

you're surprised your hands are steady, a sculptor's hands, as you wipe away the drying residue of slip. it crumbles and flakes off his cheek, but your thumb brushes his lip and you feel him freeze before grinning wider and pulling away. you miss his cold. you feel a bit too hot all over, now.

"it's all over your face now," you inform him, snapping your gaze away to hide your embarrassment. he doesn't look away. he looks at you, he looks at you, he looks at you. like he likes you, a little bit.

"we can deal with that after the lesson, yeah?"

you expect him to sound different than he does, when he says this. you expect his voice to be full of ego and confidence, like usual. boisterous, louder than life. but he's quieter. almost like he's shy. you turn back, and you see the way he watches you. like you're precious, like you're fleeting and rare and the most beautiful, beautiful piece of art he's ever seen.

"okay," you say, "okay. sure."

his grin is worth a million dollars and his boyish confidence returns after the lapse of shyness; "awesome!"

promptly after, he moves to go back to the clay pot. in his excitement, he squishes it into a lump again.

"awesome," you sign, resigned. but you can't find it in yourself to be mad. you like him too much for that.

#me chugging 2 energy drinks to get through my homework but ending up writing this instead #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #mitzi's world! #gojo satoru #reader insert

[theautisticwriter]

Love Letters: Yandere! Helluva Boss characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli

Show- Helluva Boss

Genre- romantic, yandere

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- swearing, pet names, yandere themes, mentions of planned kidnapping, stalking, delusional characters, unwanted attention

Word count- 1.5K

Extra notes- I have a Hazbin Hotel version of this uploaded as well!

key: f/l = first letter of your name, y/n = your name, n/n = your nickname

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By this point you know who it is y/n, I’m the only person COOL enough to send u romantic as fuck letters like the old people do

Sorry for eating the food u made last night, when i was raiding ur fridge it looked so fucking good (and it was, who knew u could cook :P). i left u a pony as a replacement, u can’t eat it but it’ll make u think of me ;) and that pony cost me a FUCK ton of money, collectors addition and shit. i know, bad fucking ass right??

the stupid shitty loud alarm u installed didn’t work when i came in, ud be much safer with me and loony. that’s the plan anyways babe, u have NO idea the fucking creeps that live down here, they’re all fucking animals and ur…not, a fucking asshole i guess.

i drew you smth (it’s the thing stuck on the back of the envelope with the glitter glu)

^glue

it’s me and u holding hands, like other couples do. we’re better than those corny fuckers tho, hence the crowns on our heads.

ignoring my texts, BLOCKING ME (still upset about this BY THE WAY) and then ignoring my very nice letters is kinda a dick move f/l, but it’s whatevs. everything is almost ready for ur move in. i cleaned up n everything :D

from the only bitch worth ur time,

blitzø

<3 (ignore that, moxxie threw a gun at me and my hand slipped, might fire him)

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Hiya sweet cheeks!!!

It’s Mills here, just checking in! Via letter! Ain’t that just the fanciest little thing? Mox said it’s the best way to show thought and care to someone, so here’s all my thoughts and care, just for you!

How’ve you been? Good I hope, I’ve been just peachy thanks for asking! My Ma and Pa are super excited to meet ya one day, they’ve even started planning the wedding! Now I told them to slow their horses down, and not the overwhelm ya, we’ll get to that don’t you worry darlin.

Im just so excited to write this letter for you! Ain’t it so romantic?? I’m practically squealing in delight at the thought of you opening this and swoonin’, that’s what you’re doing, right?

Now i’m writing this on my break, and my boss really needs me back in the game! I got employ of the month! Most amount of kills, with the best and bloodiest results baby!

Until next time sweetheart,

Your Mills! ♡

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Hi y/n,

It’s Moxxie here, I was a little nervous to send this letter to you, but I always try to follow my heart, and my heart was telling me to communicate with you in the most romantic way I know how due to our current circumstances of being so far away. It’s hard, for the both of us i’m sure, but we’ll be okay y/n.

As much as I don’t get along with my father, he has been helpful with my preparations for your arrival. It’s a big deal, moving in together. I’m sure your anxious, I am too, but in the best way possible. Love is pure, and can make somebody feel whole, it’s a wonderful feeling. I never want that to be taken away from me, and you are the source of all my love. That’s why we need to be together, being only half a demon isn’t good for the soul.

We can do lots of fun things together as well, like go to the opera, or to musicals, or I can show you my shooting skills. My boss says that I have a pretty good shot, which is the biggest compliment he’s ever given me. And we can do things you like too, marriage is equal of course. Obviously, this will all happen later done the line, you’ll need time to adjust, and I understand that. I understand you.

I’m running out of room on my page, but I will write to you again tomorrow. Please respond? Just once, y/n? It’d be nice, to hold something from you since I can’t hold you yet.

All my love,

Your Moxxie <3

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Uh, hi?

Wait, you don’t put ‘uh’ in letters do you? Or put wait whilst you think, fuck shit fuck

Sorry, I’m new to this. Normally I just send a text to people but, your phone is off at the moment I think? Or you lost it? Or you blocked me?

Either way, I’ll send you these stupid letter things until it’s back on. So, uh, what are you up to? Blitz has been up my ass about meeting you, heads up, when I come get you and bring you to our room he’s gonna go all psycho dad mode and integrate you, but he’ll back off after a while. He’s a dick sure, but he does want me to be happy. And your, likeable or whatever, so i’m sure you’ll get along.

Once you get comfortable at home with me, Blitz said you could work with me at I.M.P. You’ll be like the co-secretary or something. You won’t be put in danger, I won’t let that happen, you’ll just get to sit with me. We can watch things together, if you wanted.

I guess i’ll see you soon, how do you end these?

See you,

Love from,

Regards?

Bye y/n,

Loona.

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My dearest y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well. I yearn for your presence here, besides me. It’s quite lonely without you, I will admit my dear. It would be oh so wonderful if you could write back. I understand you may be preoccupied with your current activities, but I can’t help myself from desiring a response. I know, it’s selfish of me to expect you to reply to my letters when you’ll be here with me shortly, but I can’t keep my thoughts at bay at the moment.

Your face is a constant in my mind, night and day, asleep and awake, your voice in my mind calms me when I need it most, your smile brightens the bleariest of moments and so on. You can imagine the difficulties I’m facing with no response from you, but that’s alright. If you can’t write back to me dear, I won’t pressure you. Your time is precious, and we will have all the time in hell quite soon. Isn’t that exciting?

I can give you the life you deserve n/n, any luxuries or mundanities you wish for will be handed to you on a silver platter. Or a golden one, if that’s more to your liking? We can properly discuss the specifics once we are together. How thrilling, the though of you and I together at last.

We truly are written in the stars!

Yours until the end of the sky and then some,

Stolas.

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Hey there baby,

It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry if you feel neglected babe, it’s so hard keeping in contact with you when you’re so far away hun. Wouldn’t it be so much better if you were here with me? Sure I’ve got a lot of meetings, being a sin and all, but I’d be at your beck and call n/n, you could even be my new excuse to leave those awful “business” discussions. They barely talk business with me, it’s just complete bullshit babe.

I know the lust ring can be intimidating, we have quite the reputation, but I assure you, love is not a foreign concept to me. Romance is one of my most favourite things! Though that’s a secret, let’s keep that between us, yeah? That side of me is reserved for you n/n.

It’s so boring over here without you, I feel like i’m just lounging around and last time I checked, I was the lust sin, not the sloth sin. We’d have so much fun together babe! Can’t you picture it? Even if you can’t yet, I can wait. Having you near me will be enough, you are enough just as you are.

Sincerely yours,

Asmodeus (Ozzie) xoxo

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Heya cutie!

Letters are a lot harder to write than I thought they’d be y’know? I’ve rewritten this like 16 times already, sheesh. It just feels so awkward, I can’t see your reaction to my words which means I can’t fix any mistakes I’ve made :(. I’m sure I haven’t made any though! Right? This letters going really well so far and is definitely wooing you, right, y/n?

Hah, I’m asking questions as if you can reply right away. Silly old me, I don’t know what i’m worrying about! We’re meant to be together. I know it’s super sappy, but we’re like soulmates. Soulmates are bound to be together! That’s why I’m bringing you home soon, I can’t wait! I’ve got sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many awesome tricks to show you!

And, the best news, I quit my job!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ ༘⋆-ˋˏ This means, we will have a LOT more time with each other, and you don’t have to worry about Mammon being possessive over me, because fuck him! I’m my own clown! Or, well, your clown.

I can’t wait to see you! This is going to be great for us, I pinky promise :P

Love from,

Fizzarolli !!!! ༘⋆!!,-!ˋˏ!!!

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#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #yandere helluva boss #yandere blitzo #yandere blitzo x reader #yandere moxxie #yandere moxxie x reader #yandere loona #yandere loona x reader #yandere millie #yandere millie x reader #yandere stolas #yandere stolas x reader #yandere asmodeus #yandere asmodeus x reader #yandere fizzarolli #yandere fizzarolli x reader #hazbin hotel #stolas x reader #blitzo x reader #fizzarolli x reader #asmodeus x reader #moxxie x reader #millie helluva boss x reader #loona x reader

[wixenburr]

Saw some ppl talking about Reverse Robins and i had thoughts

Talking abt u guys @eldritchdreamss @brucewaynehater101

Why kill Tim when you could kill baby Jason? What I want is for all of them to keep their own backstories and personalities (Developed in line with the story of course) So ofc i had to write a 1,000 word brainrot abt it.

(Also i'll only be going over the main 4 batbros for now i will add more later but these guys are the ones im most passionate about so here we go)

Damian

Let Damian come in, desperate to be of use and be worthy of his father, only for a softer, less jaded bruce (since jason hasnt died yet) to help him open up his heart and let him act as a kid. With no competition for so long, I imagine he and Bruce get along very well while he works with him. Yeah, they need to work on the no killing deal and Damian's... i guess impulse control? But i think it would be easier with very intensely focused reparenting; no distractions of other kids you know? No favoring or anything.

I see Damian growing up as a stoic, jaded adult. He's had a rough life. Maybe he sticks with the vigilante business. but I really love headcanons where he gets out of it, and focuses on something calmer, like his art. (I do appreciate and love the veterinarian Damian AUs, but im going for FULL calmness, you know? And doctor/vet work is Not calm lol)

So yeah, maybe he grows a real passion for heroism, maybe he doesn't? Maybe he goes on to be an artist and that's just what he does. Bro is ready to settle down as a scarred, veteran trophy husband and i adore him for that.

(Sorry lol i just love Damian and i love the idea of him growing out of both of his parent's legacies. Let him live his own life!!! He fights so so hard for at least 15 years. ALL 15 years of his life. He deserves to have some peace.)

Tim

Tim i think would need a much different story to join the Batfam. He still starts out as a stalker who follows batman and. . . . . . . Redimar (meaning Redemption iykyk (I just spend 17min researching names rip)) at night, takes photos, etc... Since Damian doesn't die, maybe he finds Tim? and like, tim is like 11 and Damian is 17 or 18. He's started going out as Redimar less and less, not that B really minds? In fact hes probably happy for his son so...

But then Damian finds Tim, and now he has to keep going out because he can't let this kid get himself killed like this. He would hold himself accountable since hes the only reason Tim keeps going out so much- also i imagine Tim follows Redimar more than Batman.

Cue a classic Tim Joining The Batfam plotline. They get to know each other better, get a grasp on Tim's situation, Damian finally introduces Tim to Bruce... (Probably something like Dami: "Father, this is my new brother. Timothy, say hello to Father," Tim: "Hello, Father," Dami: "Perfect." Bruce: "*falls off the batchair*)

Anyway, so, Tim ends up kinda just merging with the Waynes. They start training him, its all good and nice, and Tim makes his own little hero team unlike Damian, which is actually pretty interesting here; its Tim who made the first young hero team. Damian only ever had Jon (Superboy 1 in this!!) and he finds Young Just Us and becomes a great leader and its all fine and dandy.

Tim and Damian get along well. Damian is the sage older brother whos kinda distant, but only because he has such high emotional walls (but secretly a softy). He is very much like Bruce- nope, nevermind, hes definitely worse than Bruce in this AU, since Bruce is depicted as being much more agreeable before Jason's death, you know? So yeah, Damian is the emotionally constipated bitch in the fam and we love him for that. But hey!! Tim does manage to get through his walls! And Bruce does sometimes too!! (Tho i imagine Bruce and Damian's relationship to be very.. idk let me try to expalain. Dami: "Father." Bruce: "Son :)" Dami: "Tt." Bruce: *nods* "Hrn." Dami: "Hmph." Bruce: "Hm.") DO U PICK UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN--- lmfao. They hardly need words.

Tim ends up growing up very very capable. Once his parents die, he gets a little jaded, but hes still Tim. He and Damian become kind of an... ice prince duo? If you get what I mean. But Tim is the one whos actually the ice prince, Damian is secretly a HUGE softie. He is Delicate and Tim protects him lmfao.

Jason

Jason comes along like he does in canon. Has the same backstory. Tries to steal the Batmobile's wheels. Tim is sleeping over at Damian's flat for the night, so its just Bruce. They bond. Shit happens. Jason joins the fam.

I don't imagine them not getting along, but they don't immediately hit it off either. Jason is wary of all of them for a time, but he ends up warming up to Damian pretty fast after realizing what a softie he is. He pokes fun at Damian and Damian just freaking takes it lmao. Hes an adult he cannot be disturbed. Bro has seen too much and he finds Jason adorable. (Dami: "You were never this cute, Timothy." <- he is lying. Tim: *offended* "What the fu- flip!?" Jason: "Lmao Tim just say fuck." Dami: *deadpan stare* Tim: "JASON NO DONT SAY THE FUCK WORD-") ahem.

anywho and then Jason dies rip skill issue ratio.

The whole batfam is heartbroken. Genuinely shattered. Jason was a light in their lives. Not that they were WITHOUT any light, but Jason was the epitome of a sunshine child.

It's been too long since Damian has killed someone. Bro's god oodles and oodles of trauma. He can't bring himself to kill the Joker.

but Tim can.

It's a whole dramatic thing; Damian feels awful that he made his- now only- little brother kill. Bruce is hella upset but feels responsible for not seeing how badly both of his kids were handling the death of their brother. Tim goes a little off the deep end.

Things turn out.... okay. sort of. but not really. Tim changes his hero name to Red Cardinal. He feels pretty lost. Maybe he stumbles into Ra's al Ghul or smthn idk maybe smthn happens there perhaps. Maybe Damian has to put on Redimar again and rescue him? But its less of a rescue and more of a "Stop joining the dark side Tim jesus christ-" (and it does work).

They go home. Tim gets a boyfriend or two. Damian falls into his art. Bruce is throwing himself into work. They're all kind of a mess, but they keep moving.

and then

Dick

(lmao that sounded wrong)

ahem; and then the circus comes to town. The batfam- well, Tim, Damian, and Bruce- all decide to get together to do something fun. Take the opportunities given, yk? So they go to the circus together.

Wham bam rip the falling Flying Graysons.

They see Dick, breaking apart, and they know they have to do something. Bruce is the first to move. Then Tim. Damian is the last.

It's pretty quick getting Dick home, since Bruce is already a foster parent cuz of Tim yk. So Dick doesn't have to suffer in Juvie at all really. But that doesn't change the fact that he is ANGRY.

Dick is SO angry. he wants to kill the person who murdered his parents. He knows what he saw.

The fam of course do their best to investigate. Mostly Tim, who feels unworthy of being around an innocent little kid after his whole.... villain era, i suppose lol. (ofc Dick thinks Tim doesnt like him lol misunderstanding arc GO)

The whole "Dick accepts that justice is better than murder kinda maybe FOR NOW" storyline happens, and Dick becomes the conniving, bright, little Robin we all know and love. (Thinking of the Young Justice Cartoon Robin (but not the characters- just Dick's character) aaaand

Womp womp GUESS WHOS BACK

Jason's Back

but i'll leave that for later.

#my writing #personal #batfam #reverse robins #batman #damian wayne #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batbros #batkids #batfam fanfic

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Safest with You - Ch. 1 (The Coffeeshop)

1.4K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: A handsome stranger helps you out with an unfortunate situation at the coffeeshop before work.

Warnings: None? I guess some jerk yells at a cute old lady 😢 so a wee bit of protective Din as well. (No smut, just a meet cute! Gonna be a slow burn, folks!)

A/N: Finally, I'm doing it! This is the start of the Modern AU I'm trying to build; Din is a retired mob enforcer for the Fett family, but they still call him in periodically when they need his strategic know how and/or extra muscle. He never says no - they're his family 🥹 For this meet cute, he's on a job downtown; I say they're in the financial district because I imagine Reader working in a corporate office with a finance related job she loves (she has a methodical mind!), but it’s not really important so you can imagine any office job 😊. There's no implied age gap, so I consider her as either well established or rising in her career. In other words, she's an independent woman and don't need no man 😂

Also I always use this super cute heart divider by @saradika (thank you!)

Series Masterlist

It’s crazy busy in this coffee shop.  Not unexpected of course; the local chain has some of the best coffee in the city, and this particular location is its only one in the downtown financial district.  Everyone, including yourself, was here to get their caffeine fix before heading into the office for the day.

Well, not everyone, you smile to yourself.  The little old lady in front of you doesn’t seem to be in any rush at all; you overhear her ordering her cappuccino in a ‘for here’ mug and a slice of coffee cake “as a treat”, and you’re glad someone, at least, will be having a nice leisurely morning.  When she’s finished at the till, you order and pay for your latte, then make your way to the waiting area where several other patrons are awaiting their orders.

“Ice Quad Espresso in a Venti cup, extra ice and six shots!”

Whoa. That’s a drink, you chuckle to yourself.  Someone must be preparing for a whole ass day.  You look up to see who might collect that caffeine bomb, and can’t help but admire the tall, broad-shouldered stranger who’s flashing the barista a devastatingly handsome smile and a nod of thanks.  Maybe it’s your own lack of caffeine, but you might be gawking a little at the way his wavy dark hair is peppered with grey (a few stray curls seem to stick out in the cutest way possible) and start to think it would be soft to run your hands through.  The fluffy hair matches nicely with his salt and pepper facial hair, neat but not perfectly trimmed, which for some reason you think suits him – he doesn’t look like he has to try very hard to look so adorable.  You’re snapped out of your daze when three more orders are called out in rapid succession, including your own and the little old lady’s.  Both of you, as well as a thin man in an ill-fitting grey suit approach the coffee bar to collect your drinks.  You were the closest, so you reach the counter first, collect your latte and step back to allow room for the others.  The thin man, however, apparently can’t wait and rushes forward to try and push past the old lady, just as she is turning around to look for a seat.  You watch in horror as they crash directly into each other and the old lady’s porcelain mug spills the entirety of its contents on the man before falling to the ground and shattering.  Shocked by the sudden impact, the thin man then flails out his arms, knocking both the old lady and her plate off balance, the latter slipping from her grasp and breaks on the ground as well.  Rushing forward, you help steady the old lady with one hand on her back and letting her grip your other arm.  Thankfully, you’re able to hold her steady and not drop your own drink.  “Are you okay?”, you ask.  Shaking a bit, the old lady nods, “Yes, dear.”

“You fucking bitch!”

Shocked, you look up and see the thin man glaring at the old lady while using his free hand to uselessly try and brush away the coffee that is dripping down the front of his suit jacket.  From the corner of your eye, you see the profile of the handsome Quad Ice man as he takes one step forward to intervene, but you beat him to the punch. “Excuse you?  You don’t fucking talk to her like that!”, you say with a bite to your tone.  How dare this effing guy?

“Look at this fucking mess!  She ruined my suit!”

“I’m sor-”, you hear the old lady start to say, so you place a reassuring hand on her arm, hopefully conveying that she doesn’t have to apologize to this neanderthal.  Stepping between the two of them, you look directly at the jerk and extend an accusing finger in his direction, “It was an accident! Which wouldn’t have happened if you had just waited your turn.”

“I’m in a hurry!  Some of us have very important meetings to get to.  And now the meeting is completely ruined because of this fucking mess!”

This guy.  You roll your eyes.  “If the people you work with don’t respect you because of a little bit of coffee on your clothes then you have much bigger problems.” And with that, you’re done with him, turning and crouching down to help the old lady who has unnecessarily started to try and clean the mess. 

Your back is turned, so you don’t know if the thin man tried to approach or if he had started to say something, but you hear a deep, rich voice from above say with quiet authority, “You owe both these women an apology.”  Looking up, you see the the imposing figure of the Quad Ice stranger standing over you and the old lady, almost protectively, shielding you both from the thin man’s view.  The hand not holding his crazy drink order is clenched in a tight fist; his hands are huge and you can see a scars of varying sizes and age littered over his knuckles. You know without a doubt that this man knows how to fight.  There’s a energy radiating from the man towering above you; you don’t know how to explain it, but it doesn’t feel dangerous?  Instead, it feels warm and you instinctively know you’re safer having him there. 

Regardless, you don’t want this cute old lady’s morning ruined any further so you decide it’s better to diffuse.  Touching his clenched fist and smiling softly when you have Quad Ice’s attention, you let him know to let it go, “It’s really okay.  Do you mind grabbing me a few napkins?”  His gaze down on you is soft, yet still protective; however, he takes his cue from your expression and lets the thin man leave, before bringing you a stack of paper napkins and squatting down to help.

“You shouldn’t have to help, dear.”

You give the old lady’s arm a gentle squeeze to wave off her concern, and you and Quad Ice start carefully picking up pieces of porcelain and putting down napkins to soak up the spilled coffee.  You reach over and put your hand gently over his, “Careful, it’s sharp.”  He gives you a smile and nods. 

Finally, a staff member comes over with a mop and lets the three of you know you don’t need to clean up any more and gives thanks.

As Quad Ice goes to throw away the porcelain pieces you’ve been collecting in a napkin, the old lady exclaims, “Oh no!  My dear, I got you too!”  You look down and see that you do indeed have a giant coffee stain near the hem of your skirt.  Oops! You don’t want her to feel bad though, “Oh, it’s okay!  I've done worse.  Don’t worry, I have a very friendly dry cleaner.”  You try your best let her know you’re not bothered, but the old lady still looks devastated.

“Come now, let’s make sure you get your morning treat.”  To distract her, you gently steer the old lady back to the till and order another cappuccino and coffee cake for her.  You absolutely insist on paying, hoping to help make up for the terrible morning she’s had so far.  She tries to argue, but the kind barista lets you both know it’s on the house and then that’s that.  After you've walked the old lady to the waiting area, you look at your phone, and realize you need to leave if you’re going to make the first meeting of your day, “Here’s where I have to leave you!  I hope your day gets much better from here.”

The old lady gives you her sincerest thanks, but you’re still somewhat reluctant to leave her.  From behind you, a familiar voice says in a comforting tone, “I’ll make sure she’s okay.”  You turn around to see that Quad Ice hasn’t left and is giving you a warm smile, as if he knows how worried you still are and wants to put your mind at ease.  The little old lady is now nodding reassuringly at you as well, and with that, you give the handsome stranger’s forearm a light squeeze as a thanks and you say good bye to them both.

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As you take your first sip of coffee while sitting down to your meeting, you can’t help but recall the stranger’s deep chocolate brown eyes and the warmth they exuded in that last look he gave you and you wish you at least knew his name.

#din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #din djarin fic #din djarin x you #modern au #no y/n

[jayden-killer]

HOW DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN CHARACTERS COMFORT THEIR S/O DURING A BAD TIME.

Connor

• definition of baby.boi.

• he doesn't know how to help, he genuinely wants to, but has difficulties.

• 《is everything all right, Y/N?》.

• you, of course, want just someone to listen and to help you. So you spill everything that's on your mind.

• he is processing everything, his led turning blue, yellow, blue, red.

• after elaborating all the informations, he'll do his best, starting with affectionate hugs, rubbing tenderly you hands... also, he'll make a speech about how to help you with your problems, giving suggestions, then proceeds to comfort you with sweet words.

• he'll do little acts of care, like cooking your fav meal, brining a hot chocolate/tea/chamomile to help your stress relief, a warm sheet.

• 《I cannot understand human emotions so easily, but I will do everything to make you feel as you deserve》.

• I love him.(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

Gavin Reed

• oh, this man here.

• Gavin is a tsundere.

• but that doesn't mean he won't underestimate your problem.

• 《tsk, just tell me what's on your mind now and which prick I need to beat to dead.. please》.

• after telling him your problem, he won't mind if you want to hug him. Yeah, he can be a bitch sometimes, but he still has a heart.

• Gavin will probably go to a face-to-face with the one who hurt you (which means they'll get.. a few broken ribs and a bleeding nose).

• if no one hurt you, he'll be silent and give here and there some comforting words, accompanied by his cats that will purr in your lap. He's trying his best, forgive him. T_T

Hank Anderson

• similar to Gavin, but more soft.

• he probably will make Sumo cuddle you and lick your face until you're having the tiniest smile.

• 《Sumo, attack!》

• because if you smile, he smiles.

• 《kiddo, everything is gonna be alright. Trust me. Things are gonna change for sure》 he says, rubbing your hair lovingly.

• probably puts a movie with a bowl of popcorn to distract you from your thoughts.

• it kinda works, and you appreciate how he's trying to make you feel better.

Kara

• she knows you're battling with something. The problem is, what?

• but when you're on the verge on tears, she understands.

• 《Hey, hey, what's wrong? Let it all out, it's okay, Y/N, it's okay...》

• purest.angel.ever.

• she's gonna give you the best hug ever. When you're done crying and you are a little more calm, Kara listens to everything that's bothering you.

• 《Hey, let me tell you this..》

• Kara is optimistic, so she'll make sure you see the light that's going to come really soon, while rubbing your back.

• 《I know you're strong, you can do it! I believe in you!》

Markus

He knows what's going on, since you've been acting strange lately.

"This isn't surely Y/N's behaviour. Perhaps it's better I talk to them"

And when he finally does, you spill everything that's on your mind. You don't want to bother him with all your stuff, but he doesn't care. He's there to make sure you ok, by giving you a hug or rubbing your hand

Idk everyone, I kinda guess he'll do that, I'm not so good writing for Markus.😭😭

#dbh imagine #detroit become human #detroit become human x reader #markus x reader #connor x reader #connor x gender neutral reader #kara x reader #gavin reed x reader #hank anderson #hank anderson x reader #connor rk800 #detroit become human markus #markus rk200 #rk200 #oneshot

[rose-pearls]

Lazy kisses in the morning - Prompt

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain

Top Gun Taglist: @bisexual-watermelons

The first ray of sunshine came through the window as you tried to fall back asleep, the drowsiness of sleep was pulling you back in until you heard some noises from the baby phone. 

It had been three months of chaos, a little Seresin arriving and throwing your world upside down. But you had enjoyed every single moment with your little boy, from the moment you held him in your arms you knew you would do anything for him.

As you looked at the clock you saw that it was nearly six, Jake was starting to wake up and you couldn’t help but smile at his scrunched-up nose. He was probably still dreaming about something as he was waking up and didn’t seem to want it to stop.

His eyes opened slowly, fluttering open and green eyes met yours as a loving smile appeared.

“Hi, beautiful.”, he whispers, his voice still slightly asleep and you can’t help but smile softly at your husband.

“Hi handsome, slept well?”, he nods slowly, before brining you closer to him with his arm around your waist.

“Always when I’m with you.”, there is a small smirk on his lips and you roll your eyes in answer, the man couldn’t stop flirting.

“Alright Romeo.”, you teased him, and Jake smiled at your words, his eyes once again closed as he still feels sleepy.

“How did you sleep?”, he asks, and you smile at the question.

“Good, longer than the past few weeks.”, this makes him furrow his brows as he looks at the clock and sees that it isn’t three in the morning.

“Are you telling me our little man slept through the entire night?”, he asks in slight disbelief, and you can’t help but laugh softly.

“I guess he did.”, a proud smile appears on his lips, as if the fact that his son slept through the night is the best thing that has ever happened.

“Well, he is a Seresin.”, Jake says cockily, and you roll your eyes in answer.

“Please he got it from his mother.”, you say with a proud smile and Jake smiles softly in answer.

“Along with her stunning looks.”, the words make you blush, even after ten years together.

“Come here I didn’t even get my morning kiss. It is sacred.”, Jake quickly says before rolling you on your back and smiling at you with a devilish grin.

“You know, the last time you had that look I ended up pregnant.”, you tell him with a warning, but Jake only tries to look at you innocently, which doesn’t work.

“Didn’t hear you complain.”, he says with a smirk before bringing you into a soft kiss, taking his time to tell you good morning. 

These were your favorite mornings, the lazy kisses in bed while ignoring the rest of the world for just a few minutes.

“You’re so beautiful.”, Jake whispers with loving green eyes as he looks at you and you bring him back into a long kiss.

“We only have ten minutes before he starts crying and wondering where we are.”, you say, trying to look innocent but the downright filthy look your husband sends you tells you that he knows exactly what you mean.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I can be quick.”, he whispers against your lips, and you can’t help but bring him back into a heated kiss.

“You better be, Lieutenant Commander.”, his title makes his pupil dilate even more, just like you knew he would before he starts kissing you like a starved man, leaving kisses and bites everywhere he can reach.

And although your husband had always been one to keep his promise, Milo had to wait just a minute more before you went to get him. After all Jake is thorough and you needed a minute to get your breathing back to normal and your legs to work again.

The fact that nine months later there is a little Seresin coming home with you, is something you don’t need to know just yet.

#top gun x reader #top gun imagine #top gun fanfiction #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman x y/n #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman x you #hangman fanfiction #hangman imagine

[keysorsomething]

Into the Hyena's Den

Part three !! I hope you enjoy it :) 1 | 2 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 Cross-posted on ao3

You knock softly on Nikto’s door, checking the halls like you check the roads before crossing them. You're sure someone is hiding in some dark corner of the hall. Damn, you're really going to get in trouble for this, aren't you? You already had three of the snoopiest bitches on your tail. This visit was going to be the hot gossip for the next few weeks. And that was not going to go well for you in the slightest.

You can already imagine it, being called into König’s office and being scolded about fraternizing. Like he isn't guilty of that.

There's a thought that flickers in your mind for a moment, that you two will be the talk of the site and then Nikto will get distant one more. Something in you does not want that to happen. Perhaps you'll have to bribe Horangi. And Roze, but most importantly Klaus. Or blackmail. What are they gonna do? You work in a PMC, are they really going to go after you for blackmail and not any of your war crimes?

You think not.

The door creeks open, cautiously. He's worried about this too, you think, but the thought process is quickly shut down by his hand on the back of your head pulling you into the room. You make no noise of complaint. Partly because who would complain, and also because you don't want to draw any attention to the situation.

The door slammed once you were inside the dim room. You look around. The room is dark, there's a faint light from somewhere but you can't locate it. And it's not messy—there aren't any clothes or dirty dishes or anything out of place and the bed is made—but it's not clean either. It's crowded, piles of stuff neatly sorted all over everywhere.

His guns are neatly lined up against the wall, biggest to smallest. With the exclusion of his handguns and side arms, which are in boxes stacked in the opposite corner. At least that's what you're guessing is in them.

His arm extends, guiding you to sit on the bed. An instruction you follow.

“Sooo..” You're incredibly nervous, and he doesn't like small talk, but you're trying to small talk him. You just need to figure out what to small-talk about. God damn small talk standards and social norms. You're not good at it when you're hands aren't shaking and you're not sitting on the bed of a man that is very physically capable of snapping your neck all the way around like it's the fucking Exorcist. 

“Нет,” He replies firmly. He’s in more comfortable clothes, something you’ve never seen before. He’s wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt, short-sleeved. His pants don’t match it at all, being loose-fitting sweats. His mask is still on, though. Honestly, you’d bet his mask is always on. Even in the shower.

“N-nyet?” You reply, confused. 

“Shush. You are not with us to talk,” He instructs, coming to the side of the bed. He moves his hand to instruct you to scoot over, which you do. Your eyes stay on him intensely as he lays down in the bed, sliding under the covers. “You are here to help us sleep,” Part of you is sad that he boils it down to that. You can never be sure if that is what Nikto means, this is just because you make him sleep better, or if this means more to him and he just can’t put it into words. You imagine it’s hard for him sometimes, to admit weakness like that. To admit he has a soft spot, a hole in the impenetrable fortress that is his off-putting demeanor and aggressive disposition. Or maybe you’re just assigning him that, like when you feel guilty for having to choose between two inanimate objects, even though you can’t actually make one of them feel bad for not being chosen.  

So you let out a soft sound of agreement and nod, instead of trying to talk anymore. He stares at you expectantly for a moment longer, so you clamber under the sheets and let him wrap his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. It’s a firm grip around your waist, like he’s never held another person like this before, or the iron-clad grip of a child holding their favorite plushie. Your hands very gently meet his back and the top of his head. You’re trying to get comfortable like this, the way that the hard metal of the blast plate pushes into your skin from through your shirt, the way your chest can’t fully rise due to the pressure of holding him, the miserable heat of being in an already warmer than you expected room with another being on top of you, and his death grip keeping you from adjusting your position even an inch. It’s not the worst thing to happen to you since you’ve come to KorTac, but that doesn’t make it any more comfortable.

Your hand on his back starts that slow stroking motion that you always had with him. You close your eyes, trying to get comfortable with the weight of a fully grown man on your ribcage. He rolls his head into your chest, and you fight the urge to wheeze or let out any sounds of discomfort. It wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying the moment, it was just the metal being pressed into the skin hurt. More than just a little bit. He stops moving his head after a moment, letting out a breath he must have been holding. His whole form melts into you. The lack of tenseness, of distrust, it was out of character for him. But it was wholesome. A moment of surrender, of peace, in a life that was doomed to be full of fighting. And the fact that you were giving it almost made up for the metal digging into you.

You let out a soft, reassuring sound, telling him you’re still there. And there’s no way you’re leaving. Not anyway at all. The downward strokes turn to gentle circles into the back of his shoulders as you whisper nonsense to him. A mix of his name, shushing, “I’m here”s and “you’re okay”s leave your lips as you mumble. It makes him relax even further if that is possible. You’re not even sure if that is possible.

You look down at him, and he seems at peace. You’d like to imagine that he was smiling under all that fabric, so you will. You aren’t sure how comfortable it is to sleep with that on your face, or if he could even breathe right like that, but you don’t question him. There’s no reason to poke the bear lying on your chest. Especially since you’re trying to tame it. 

But, as you study his face, you notice something new. Normally, when he closes his eyes, his face is a flat void. You can’t even tell he’s human, or he’s wearing a mask. It’s all a single, 2-D shape that he calls a body. And when his eyes are open, the blue pierces through a still darkness, one that melts into the rest. He looks more like a living shadow, in all dark and clinging to the walls. His face always seemed to be a flat, pitch-black surface when he closed his eyes because he was always wearing eyeblack. He had neatly painted on every surface of skin that was exposed by the eye holes of his mask, with no streaks, marks, splotches, or fingerprints. Though it would fade over time, you often noted. Over the weeks he would leave it until he had to repaint it. But now, as you look down at him on your chest, you notice another thing you had never seen before. There is no void. He’s not some faceless being in your arms. You see the faint, deep-brown shaping of his brows, his long eyelashes, the scar that covers the right side, but most importantly, the pale gleam of his skin in the little light.

He had washed the eyeblack off. And he had done it just for you.

#nikto cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #nikto x reader

[sophswritingthings]

PART 13 (studying for finals and trying to figure out my work schedule for my Christmas break is a bitch to do bro 😭😭😭)

Anyways when reader and Mizu find Taigen in that dungeon that had them gollums looking mfs in. Of course reader and Mizu go to help him and get him out of there after finishing the gollum bitches and the fuck that looks like a sumo wrestler, & reader just takes more trinkets from the ground she could add to her gun and weapons (she's like crow istfg (me too)).

And when the place exploded and the three get thrown to the side of the castle which leaves the three holding on for dear life, Mizu just pulling through with Taigen on her back and reader using her Kunai to hold on the side of the building. And when they reach fowler and the other ppl (I forgor the others, all I remember is the twinky sounding guy that hangs around Fowler.) Reader and Mizu go on full force on Fowler. Reader using rope to pull Fowler over like Scorpion and throwing him over to Mizu and beat the shit out of the Irish man.

While reader and Mizu fuck up Fowler, Fowler manhandles reader and reader literally gets shot in the leg and gets thrown across the room. Mizu is ofc very angry and tries to kill Fowler and gets absolutely wrecked by a fucking gun. So last ditch effort, reader manages to shoot Fowler's shoulder with her pistol and Mizu gets Taigen and Reader and flees.

Ringo finds all three of them absolutely dying and brings them sword father 😸😸😸 and Mizu very awkwardly introduces Reader as her wife to sword father and he's just like "👴🏼 kay."

(That's all I can think of lol)

(I ran out of Mizu gifs)

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): swearing, blood, guns, reader is still kinda high but is coming to 

a/n: TWINKY SOUNDING GUY???? DO… DO YOU MEAN HEJI?? 😭😭😭😭 IM DYING (he.. was kinda 💅🏻)

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you glanced around, slowly coming out of the high those flowers had brought you to. you were a little freaked out by the terrifying gollum like statues surrounding the room.

mizu grasped you gently, making sure you didn’t entirely flip out.

your eyes landed on taigen, battered and bloodied, probably on the brink of death if you could guess.

“holy shit,” you whispered, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

you could see a man, large as a boulder, you were sure—stood across the room. mizu approached him, wearily, but she still approached him.

your heart pounded in your chest. he could easily crush mizu, if so desired.

yet you trusted her.

you turned your attention to taigen. you never liked taigen, no, you would probably kill the man given the chance.

but you weren’t just going to let him die now, it felt like a duty deep in your chest to heal. 

along the way you had picked up small trinkets and things you would keep for later.

your main goal was to heal taigen enough so he wouldn’t die, a little pain wouldn’t hurt him. 

when you were done, it seemed mizu was, too—she was heaving, covered in blood and black and blue bruises. 

“come grab him,” you rose to your feet, standing up straight as you could. “we need to get out of here and —-“

your voice is cut off with a loud boom sound, followed by smaller and smaller booms. 

the place was going down, with you three in it. 

a shrill scream left your lips, grasping onto a kunai quickly and plunging it into the side of the building, right beside a framed window.

mizu was grasping onto your hand, still breathing heavy with taigen clasping onto her.

you manage to pull yourself into the window, your heart pounding in your chest as mizu and taigen pulled themselves in behind you.

“ah, so your the mysterious demon that’s been ripping through japan?”

an irish accent bleeds into the room, your eyes wiping upward to see that of a white man. 

the white man mizu had so been chasing.

“you,” mizu said with a deep growl in her voice, slowly pushing herself up onto her feet. 

mizu couldn’t possibly fight fowler on her own, in her condition. 

so you slunk around, grabbing a rope on your way. you slid behind fowlers chair, catching him in the rope by his throat—tossing him over to mizu.

you watched as your wife absolutely destroyed the Irish fuck, smiling a little as you did so.

that’s when you felt a hand grasp your throat, tugging you over into the heat of the battle.

you grabbed one of your weapons, holding it in a shaky hand, as you slowly lost consciousness from your lack of air.

“get your fucking dirty hands off her,” mizu growled.

“oh? okay,” his hands worked quickly, whipping out a pistol, firing the shot right below your thigh. 

you screamed, your scream so haunting, mizu thought it would live in her mind for the rest of her life.

he tossed you across the room, your back hitting the wall as you desperately held your injury—trying to clot the bleeding as best as you could.

a fire, burned in mizu’s blue eyes.

a fire you thought you had never seen before.. pure anger and rage steered her now.

mizu attempted to lunge at him, take his demon ass down, but was hit out of the way with the end of the pistol. 

you still had your pistol, tucked in your kimono.

in a last resort effort, you grabbed it, attempting to point it right at fowlers head.

your shaky hands lead it to his shoulder, though, firing the gunshot right through his shoulder.

it tears the pair apart, mizu falling onto her back and scampering back to her barley steady feet.

she grabbed taigen, rushing over to you and grabbing you, as well.

once outside, you find ringo, looking through the snowy trees.

“.. mizu?” ringo gasps, his eyes traveling to you and taigen, as well. “where have you..”

“fowlers castle, ringo,” she answers hurriedly, her voice raspy and laced with pain. “please, ringo, if.. if she doesn’t get some sort of fucking medical attention soon—she’ll bleed out and.. I.. I can’t..” mizu’s voice cracks, holding you tight to her body. “can’t afford to loose her.”

ringo’s expression softens, a bit. they weren’t on the best of terms.. but seeing mizu so vulnerable lit something within him.

and he quite liked you. he wouldn’t let you die for no good reason.

“okay, master,” ringo nodded, grabbing taigen by his arms so she could properly hold you.

she held you bridal in her arms, her thumbs rubbing against the exposed bloody skin of your hips.

“it’ll be alright,” she whispered, knowing you could somewhat hear her, “you’re not allowed to die before i do, you know.” 

a faint, weak chuckle leaves your lips, “I-I didn’t… p-plan on it..”

you make it to the swordfather’s. you had never met swordfather, before, but mizu had told you about him.

he sounded like a father, to mizu. her only real connection to a loving parent.

and of course, you were meeting him with a gunshot in your leg.

“boy,” eiji greeted, gesturing for her to lie you down. “ringo has informed me of what happened.”

mizu looks up at ringo, nodding to the man thankfully.

she laid you down, sitting by your side and watching eiji’s hands carefully. his hands were old, yet precise in their movements. despite his age, and his blindness, he had the most steady hands mizu knew.

she trusted him to stitch you up, unlike she would trust anyone else.

she grasped your hand as you winded in pain, holding it tight to her chest so you could feel her heart beating beneath her clothes.

your eyes were slightly open, gazing up at her. she nodded to you, ruffling a hand slowly through your hair.

“oh.. I..” mizu whispered, “I never introduced you two,” she mumbled. “this is my wife, (y/n), swordfather.”

eiji scoffed, “hm,” he nodded. “your wife, hm? though you’ve never settled down, on this foolish quest, that has almost killed her?

she sighed, adverting her eyes. she knew eiji was right. she was so foolish, bringing you so close to danger you were shot by a white man.

“yes,” mizu whispered. “I have.”

he scoffed again, “at least you can admit it. now go and get your wife some water, and return after you’ve thought about all of this.”

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a/n: MIZU GIFS!!!!!! I’ll add them if you don’t have them lmao 😭😭

she’s hot <333

#mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu #blue eyed samurai #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ask #asked and answered #request #fic request #x reader

[magicinverse]

Red team fans some of you need to stop being assholes (I'm not talking about everyone ofc, but if the shoe fits)

Like seriously I get that your team is in disadvantage but some of u are acting like the most annoying people ever, I don't mean when you complain about the team distribution that I get

What I don't get is directly insulting the other teams, look if you are supporting someone great!! I love it, but I've seen people I've never thought I would use swear words against others: cunts, bitches, pussies etc. The amount of people I have blocked that I never thought I needed to it's crazy, some people really flip! "respect everyone and don't insult" apparently that changes now

Going to others chats to send hate, the Sunday multiple times people came to send hate to Roier's, yesterday to Etoiles, bbh and today to Fit (those are the ones I have seen cause I was there, but I don't doubt there is more) "Oh how do you know it's the team red enjoyers" because it's always people complaining about the team red favs "you killed Carre" "You don't deserve to win others have a disvantage and you are killing them" "Fuck u, Go team balls" "Go team red" (while someone is commenting about supporting THEIR team on THEIR chat) come on are you guys 3 years old? Now I'm not saying the other teams fandom don't get toxic on others chat but for some reason is mainly coming from a especific place...

Some are also completely disregarding the effort other teams put! I'm not going to say Red team didn't deserve the win they got yesterday, what I'm saying is that some are acting like Etoiles put his team on the first spot effortless when that's not true at all!!! He was tired and receiving a lot of shit from chat while still putting an effort to make his team win ALONE

"yeah but Etoiles did alone and the red team still needed all their active members to win" THE BLUE ALSO HAD LIKE 5 MEMBERS ON AND THEY STILL DIDN'T WIN!!! By that logic every team who has Etoiles has an advantage and THAT'S TRUE!! But does that mean Etoiles doesn't deserve to play or have his work completly disregarded? No!!!!!

And the first day there where also a shit ton of comments like that!! The fact that other teams have less experience is not the fault of those who have experience and are putting effort in this too!!! Not mentioning how some were assholes to the the blue team when they won

"oh but this is about the eggs lives so it's really unfair" again let me remind everyone that those are fucking npc of a minecraft game and are not hate worth it, that being said I do get that point, but let me ask? What would have been fair? And puzzle and enigma event? No. A construction event? No. A build a machine event? No. All of them in one event? Yeah! That would have been great but I think that's not what most of you wanted is it?

Don't worry guys when this events ends we are going back to the lore/puzzle events while the survival focus players will have to watch from the sidelines helping your lore/rp focus favs and wait another 7 months to have something!! Good luck to you guys who like the mod create and that kind of stuff I guess we will have to see how long it takes for you!!

quackity... SURVIVAL... multi player... ANYWAYS!!! Have a great day those who are not being completely assholes and I hope your team has great day too!! Doesn't matter which color it is

#qsmp #qsmp fandom neg #qsmp red team #Again I know it's not everyone who likes team red #But some are not “supporting you favs” they are just bullying everybody else #fandom discourse

[blood-grove]

HOLY HELL? JEEZ GUYS I just saw all the notifs im glad you guys like the second part! <3 i wanted to drop some personally headcanons for the au

also if your seeing this my fic is here ! its about retired dads!soapghost and there newly adopted gn!reader

->Soap is hard of hearing! Being a demolitions expert was gonna catch up with him eventually. He used to try and hide it and avoid it altogether but nowadays he's a bit more open about too close family.

His siblings lighthearted tease him about it now since he's comfortable. It isn't totally hearing loss in his ear but its enough to need a hearing aid.

-> Ghost has a bit of a limp in his step now, There not that old but of course after years of fighting something was bound to give ad it did he broke his leg a few months into retirement while working on the roof that he of so stubbornly said he'd fix.

He wasn't comfortable with some stranger visiting there home and or multiple strangers coming to there home he felt like he could do it.

While he could admittedly despite it all he picked up a bit of interest in home fixing mainly the basics he learned even more as they came close to their retirement.

He wanted to be self-sufficient and wanted to be Johnnys' helpful husband.

But he had to fuck it up, Now that he's healed his leg gives him issues here and there but on some days he can get around just fine on others especially during the rain his joints act up.

-> Soap and Ghost have been happily married for 2 years now! Do you know who proposed first? Ghost!. He totally didn't want to pass out and throw up at the same time as he got one shaky knee and palms sweaty as he barely managed to make his words heard under his mask. Soap nearly barreled him down with how much of a mix of emotions he was trying to process as he said 'Yes'.

Ghost had been nervous through the weeks leading up to it, Asking Soap's Mother for her permission, Finding the perfect spot to pop the question.

There wedding was small stuck to Soap's immediate family even so it was pretty big (saving 2 chairs empty) , Of course they invited the rest of the 141 Laswell included inviting them months ahead.

They were able to stay for a while got caught up with each, drank, and just had fun. Simon had never felt so care free.

-> Simon and John of course went through a lot of therapy after retirement, Both of them having their own lucky little bottles of medicine in their shared bathroom. They had thought about adopting or having a kid through surogate.

They decided on adoption because it'd be cheaper plus they weren't sure if they were up to taking care of an infant, They went with adopting a pre-teen just around the age that they wouldn't do something like stick there finger or forks in outlets or burn themselves on the stove.

Soap still put outlet caps on them though.

-> Simon was nervous to be a parent he was just down right terrified that you would dislike him, think hes weird , or worse be afraid of him.

He's not a all a short or slender guy and that hasn't changed after retirement. His resting bitch face and his mask he'd traded his balaclava with a year back. He was sure he didn't look friendly to approach (which he appreciates sometimes) He wanted to look approachable to you.

But it seemed all that worrying was for nothing the first time you both met you asked about Riley albeit hesitantly, He guessed Soap told you about her.

He was open to talking bout her and you were open to listening.

(dsjvahhdadskaj sorry if there ooc </3)

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon #simon riley #dad john mactavish #dad john soap mactavish #dad simon riley #soap #soapghost #headcanons #drabble #:3 #gn #gn reader #child reader

[aceing-on-the-cake]

Steddie Love Month Prompt Feb 1

rating: G cw: none tags: pre-slash prompt: Love is letting someone take car of you (@starryeyedjanai) word count: 804

(Honestly forgot about writing this one till this morning so it's not edited and it's written all in one go but what can you do)

Steve didn't know how you were supposed to let someone take care of you. That isn't to say that he didn't think it wasn't important to take care of others, of course that was wrong.

He was used to driving the youngest members of the party around everywhere or making sure Robin got between school and work even though he knew she should already have a license by this point. He made sure the kids always knew his door was open for impromptu rant sessions he would bitch about but always listen to. Even Nancy knew that Steve was always there if you needed him and didn't hesitate to call him up when it was so late that she absolutely shouldn't be up but the nightmares were still there and Robin already was asleep.

Eddie soon enough figured out that Steve wouldn't let the people he knew go without care. At the end of Hellfire sessions when Eddie headed to his car after waiting outside the door for his charges to move from his care to Steve's he didn't expect Steve to catch him before he left.

"Call when you're home Munson" he'd hear as Steve drove up next to his van, window rolled up as soon as Eddie nodded his head.

He certainly didn't expect the phone call that woke him up at 11:30 when he inevitably "forgot" to call Steve.

"Munson" he heard from the other end of the line.

Confused Eddie held the phone away from his face looking at it as if it would be able to explain the voice on the other end of the line.

"Steve?"

"That would be my name Munson."

"Why are you calling me at 11:30?" he finally asked when it seemed Steve wasn't going to be offering anymore explanation.

"You didn't call. I'm glad to hear you're ok man, after all you're in charge of babysitting Dustin this Saturday. I had him last week."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine man." he said hoping that Steve would either help him make sense of why this conversation was happening in the first place or let him go. He after all was not and had never been one of King Steve's loyal subjects or even feral gremlins he babysat, so he wasn't sure why Steve had actually called to check in on him when it had clearly only been a polite thing to offer.

There was a long pause on the end of the phone as Eddie contemplated whether Steve had hung up in the end.

"You know we care about you man right?"

Sighing Eddie dragged his hand down his face.

"Yeah no man, I know. Thanks for checking in I guess."

"No Eddie, I mean, yes, we care about you man," Steve said quickly, "but like, you know I care about you right?"

Stunned Eddie pulled the phone away from his face once more in confusion.

"Uh, what?" he finally said.

"Apparently not," he heard muttered from the other end of the line which made him laugh.

"I didn't even think you liked me!" Eddie blurted out.

Cringing Eddie slammed his head against the wall the phone was on. Stupid Munson, stupid, what are you a teenage girl?

"I thought we worked past all that in the upside down man. Of course I like you!" Steve said back. Eddie picked his face off of the wall and stared really hard at the receiver thinking what to say in response to that.

"Steve" Eddie finally said in response. "Are we…are we having a moment here man?"

He heard laughter on the other end of the line which made his stomach do something complicated he wasn't going to look into this close to the middle of the night.

"Apparently we are Munson. Next time just let me know when you get home and we can avoid it."

"Who knew King Steve cared about his subjects this much," Eddie couldn't help joking back.

"For my favorite court jester? He's irreplaceable."

"Uh, right, yeah, that," Eddie stammered back. "I'm at your beck and call your majesty," he finally managed to fully get out.

More laughter greeted him and when Eddie's stomach rolled for a second time he knew he was fucked.

"I'm gonna let you go then man if that was all you needed. Some of us are not yet free from the clutches of Algebra your highness."

"Sure Munson."

Placing the receiver back on the wall Eddie stared at it in betrayal. Shaking his head he walked back to his bed shaking his head.

"Goddamn Steve Harrington" he said before faceplanting down on his bed. Smiling to himself Eddie wondered if he'd be able to turn this into a regular thing if he kept "forgetting" to call when he was home. He'd had to try next session.

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(might turn this into something later or leave it as the ficlet it is)

Prompt completed for @steddielovemonth

#steddie #steddielovemonth #pre slash #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic

[wittlesissyb4by]

Chapter 3 - Dildon’t

Chapter 1 Here

Chapter 2 Here

“Can you uh…tell me where the dildos are?” I asked sheepishly. The girl behind the counter looked at me like I was an idiot, gesturing to the giant wall of rubber dicks behind her.��

“Do you need…help?” She asked.

“No.” I wanted to say, but I knew Persephone’s answer would be different if she were here. Instead, she just had to listen to my phone recording from my pocket. I cringed a bit when I said the words I knew she’d prefer.  “Yes please.”

Persephone’s task was a simple one: go to a sex store and purchase a dildo. In person. Do not order one online.

To be honest, the wall of dicks was a bit intimidating. There was a vast array of all shapes and sizes. Some were even shaped like dicks that weren’t of the human species. From her name tag, the clerk’s name was Britney. She smirked a bit at my discomfort. I’m sure she’s had 100’s of men walk in and timidly buy a dildo. Hell, they might have had a woman on the other line listening to them do it too. But that probably didn’t make it any less entertaining for Britney. She was very professional though, and was able to mostly hide her amusement as she waved her hand over the array of options.

“Do you want a hard, plastic material? Or more of a realistic, fleshy rubber?” she asked.

“Realistic.” I said before I could stop myself. 

Again Britney bit back a smirk, like she already knew that’s what I would choose.

“We have some with balls, and some without. Which would you like?” she asked almost rhetorically, still trying to maintain her professionalism.

I already had an answer prepared. Not only because I knew what would be the more humiliating option, but because Persephone explicitly specified.

“Make sure you get one with balls.” She’d said, “I can’t tell you how many losers we have come into the ER because they shove things up their asses that don’t have a flared base.”

Persephone had all kinds of horror stories from working as a nurse in the Emergency Room. When we weren’t discussing the kinky stuff, and she wasn’t making me feel like a submissive little bitch, we talked about our days. We talked about life, books, our philosophies on religion, metaphysics, and what an asshole Elon Musk was. 

“The one with balls please…” I answered Britney. 

She led me to the section of realistic dildos complete with a set of rubber testicles, and even a suction cup on the end, another specification I knew I’d need.

“What…size should I get?” I asked, still a bit overwhelmed. The rubber dicks ranged from anywhere between 3 inches, all the way up to 18. 

Britney threw her hands up “Hey, man…that’s your decision…” she said. But after seeing me deflate a little, she stepped in again. “I would say 6 if you’re just starting…8 if you’d like to be a little more…adventurous.” She paused again, “Can I ask…where you’ll be using them?”

I thought the answer was obvious, “Uh…at my house?”

“No..no…that’s not what I meant…” Britney laughed, unable to contain it this time, “I mean…which…?”

The realization hit me, and I felt so stupid. “Oh, my…my butt I guess.” I felt so ashamed to say it out loud, but Britney didn’t laugh at that part, just nodded in understanding. So I continued, “Maybe my mouth too…or…both? I don’t really know yet, but why does it matter?”

“It’s just that most…guys…that come in tend to prefer this one with a slight curve for anal. It hits your prostate better, but is harder to get down your throat. Whereas the straight one slides down easier.”

I looked back and forth between the two options. They both looked so realistic. The way the head was shaped, the way the shaft was bulging with veins, even the little indentations on the rubber balls. I found myself having to wipe away some excess saliva from my mouth at that moment.

“I uh…”

“You want them both, don’t you?” Britney smiled knowingly.

I sighed, looking down at the floor. “Yes…yes I do.”

“What size? 6 or 8?”

We both looked at each other, already knowing the answer.

“Eight.” we both said in unison.

“Chocolate? Or Vanilla?” she asked, referring to the color.

Again, it didn’t take much thought. “Both.” I smiled. 

I felt more secure now that everything was out in the open. So what if I was a guy buying a bunch of dildos? If I enjoy it, why is that an issue? Britney didn’t see any harm in it, Persephone certainly didn’t and I…wait, did I just admit to enjoying the thought of a bunch of dildos?

After Britney bagged up my new toys, she threw in a complimentary bottle of lube. “Always make sure to use water-based with these, silicon lube will ruin them.” she advised. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

I glanced over at the lingerie section. I could feel my clitty twitching in my panties at the sight. But instead of imagining a beautiful woman wearing them for me, I couldn’t help but picture how cute I would look in it.

Britney caught my eye, but let me take my time.

“That schoolgirl outfit…” I finally said, “Do you have that in a men’s large?”

******

“You were such a good sissy buying a bunch of dicks to play with!” Persephone’s voice message chimed. “You even got a slutty little outfit to wear!!”

I loved it when I got a chance to hear her real voice. Ever since she first sent that first video of a black screen with her seductive vocals I was hooked. 

She would only send me tidbits though. When I asked if we could have phone or skype sessions she refused. 

“I can’t have you getting too worked up and excited.” She said. 

“But I send you videos of me doing…stuff…all the time!” I’d retort. 

“That’s because you’re a pathetic little sissy and you like the humiliation.”

I couldn’t argue that. 

So it was only when I did something good, when I needed motivation to do something bad, or when she just felt I needed to be teased that she would reward me with vocal messages. Soundbites. Just enough to get me mewling and desperate to earn the next one. Like an addict looking for his next fix. A part of me worried ‘she’ was using a voice modification software, or one of those A.I. programs. Just the other day I saw a hilarious video just the other day of Joe Biden, Donald Trump, and Barack Obama all playing Rocket League and talking shit to each other. If they could make that sound so real, what was keeping this mysterious person from doing the same? I tried not to think about it too much. Ignorance is bliss afterall. 

“How did I know you would get a black one? 😂” she typed, “you even got them with balls!!”

“You told me to get them with balls!! 😫” I reminded her. 

“No…I told you to get one with a ‘flared base’, it was your decision to make the base a pair of rubber testicles 😜”

Damn it. She was right. Did I choose them because it was what I thought she wanted, or did I choose it because it was subconsciously what I wanted?

“Well I’m off to bed.” She said. “Sweet dreams, sissy. And try to keep them dry 😉”

That was it? She made me go through all this trouble to buy some rubber dicks and she wasn’t even going to make me use them?? I actually felt more than a little disappointed. 

I stared at them in their packaging. I even had them laid out next to my new schoolgirl outfit. She didn’t tell me to buy that either, but I did it anyway. 

Why would she make me buy them and not let me use them? Sure, I could just do it myself, I didn’t need her to tell me to use them,  but just the thought of doing it on my own accord made me feel dirty. “Gay” even. I’m mostly straight, so playing with rubber dicks on my own would hurt that image. For some reason, her telling me to do it would make me feel better about it. It’s not gay if it’s ‘forced’, right?

She didn’t even give me tasks the next day, or the day after that. I wore panties to work even though she didn’t tell me to. I figured she would if she could, she was probably just busy. 

But that didn’t stop her from talking with me about other stuff. 

“You can’t tell me you don’t find Ayn Rand to be at least a little bit pretentious.” She’d said, “Her writing is dripping with this ‘holier than thou’ attitude that unfettered self-interest is good, and any modicum of altruism is destructive.”

It’s not that I didn’t enjoy our intellectual conversations. I very much did. It helped humanize her and make her less of a fembot that only spewed orders and tasks. But at the same time, I kind of wanted her to give me orders and tasks. Something to do with the new dildos I just bought. Because…I didn’t want the money to go to waste… 

I wanted to ask her something like “when are you going to make me play with my toys?” But I didn’t want to sound needy. Or, at least, too eager to shove dicks up my holes. 

So on the third night of her not mentioning anything about them, I grew impatient. 

I’d already taken the dicks out of the packaging the night before. I just wanted to see how they felt…

Turns out they did have a realistic feel to them. Squishy, yet firm, like actual skin. 

So that night I decided to go all in. I put my school girl outfit on. It fit really well, actually. I liked how short the skirt was, how it was slightly revealing and made my pantied ass look so cute. I stuffed the blouse with some socks to give myself a little cleavage. It made my chest look a lot better. I even put my hair in little pigtails using some rubber bands. I didn’t have any makeup, I was always scared of buying it on my own. 

I examined the two rubber dicks. Attaching the suction cups to the floor so they were pointing straight up. I didn’t really know where to go from there. This is where I wanted direction from Persephone. 

I imagined she’d want me to touch them, so I did, wrapping my hand around each one. They felt big in my palms. They were big. I could barely wrap my fingers around them. But I liked the way they felt. I started stroking them, up and down one at a time, then at the same time. I thought about how I like to be stroked. Not that I’ve been stroked by anyone else, but how I imagined I’d like to be stroked. I put more tension on my thumb and forefinger than anything else. Stroking them up and down and circling around the heads. I did this for a few minutes. 

I knew what to do next, everyone does. No one wants to get a handjob all day. 

“You’re gonna have to suck it.” I imagined Persephone saying, or perhaps it was my own internal dialogue? 

I tentatively bent over. The cock seemed much bigger as I got closer. I opened my mouth, taking the head of the black one inside. It tasted like, well, rubber. It took up more of my mouth than I expected. I tried to go down as far as I could, but it wasn’t much at all. I gagged almost as soon as it touched the back of my throat. I stayed there for a bit, sucking and moving my head just a tad, trying to stroke the other one at the same time. 

I felt like such a slut. Sucking and stroking two dicks at a time, bent over in a schoolgirl outfit. I was a bit ashamed at how painfully hard my cock was inside my panties. 

I switched my mouth, sucking the white one now, trying to keep them both pleased. 

“Mmmphh!!” I heard myself moan, a bit too loudly with the cock in my mouth. Why was this making me so horny??

I pressed my head down as far as I could, trying to deepthroat. I barely even got halfway down before I choked so hard I could taste a bit of bile rising from my stomach. I smacked my tongue to clear the taste, then got back on it. Trying to focus on keeping my teeth from accidentally scraping along the shaft. The dicks were getting wet from me drooling all over them, it made it easier to stroke. I licked the balls the way I saw pornstars do, licking back up the shaft. 

Soon, my jaw started to ache. Turns out holding your mouth open for a while makes the muscles around it get fatigued. I took a break, continuing to stroke both. 

Again, I knew what the next step was. “Lick it before you stick it,” they always say. 

But these dicks were already pretty big for my mouth, I couldn’t imagine fitting one of them in my ass. Maybe I should wait for Persephone, I thought. But another part of me was saying I was already dressed up and horny, what better time than now?

I knew enough about anal sex to know that I couldn’t just shove it in. I had to get my hole ready. I slipped a finger into my mouth to get it wet with my saliva. Reaching back, I pulled my panties aside and pressed it in between my cheeks. 

I gasped as it entered. Persephone had made me do this a few times while I was rubbing my clitty. 

“Eventually I'm just gonna have you finger yourself and cum just from that.” She’d said. 

I still wasn’t quite used to having something in there, but I must have been more relaxed today because it went in easier than usual. I stayed there on all fours, using one hand to finger myself, the other to stroke a fake cock, with the other one in my mouth. I was kind of proud of myself for multitasking so well. 

After getting my entire finger inside, I got out the lube Britney had recommended to me at the sex store. I squirted a very generous amount onto my hand, and coated between my crack. My finger slipped in much easier now, so I added a second, and eventually even a third.

“You can never use too much lube.” Britney had said, and I took that to heart, squeezing a large dollop onto the head of the black penis. 

It was the moment of truth. Again, the cock seemed to be much bigger now that it was about to go inside my asshole. I brought it around behind me, trying to hold it upward so the lube didn’t slide off. The gel felt cold against my hole, and the head felt ginormous. I took a deep breath, biting my bottom lip, and pressed it inward. 

Even going slow, it felt like I was getting stretched open. With only the head entering my rectum, I felt like my sphincter was gonna tear at any moment, every muscle inside was trying to keep it from going inside. I pulled it out, sighing as the pressure released. Then gathered my breath, and tried again. 

It took several attempts of going back and forth to finally get it in a few inches. I still felt like I was getting split open, but less so the more I worked it. Over time, my ass seemed to relax and I was able to give it a small in and out motion. 

There was a certain spot where it felt really good when I pressed against it. I tried to focus on that, but it also gave me the feeling that I needed to pee. 

The position was too awkward to fuck myself and suck the cock in front of me, so I decided to take advantage of the suction cup. I stuck the black dick to the wall, hiked up my skirt, and backed my ass up onto it. I put my hands between my legs to guide it, brushing by my wet and sticky panties as I did so. It was as if there was a constant stream of precum escaping my clitty at all times. I put the other dick under me, able to focus all my forward attention on it. 

It was hard not to imagine being used this way. Some big black man behind me, fucking my ass while I sucked off another. My cock was throbbing again while I rocked back and forth on the rubber ones. I was able to take more in both holes now. My gag reflex seemed to have almost disappeared, and I had to have the black dick at least halfway up my ass. It was starting to feel good. Like, really good. I caught myself moaning again, even groaning when the cock accidentally slid out and my ass was left empty. I’d eagerly reach between my legs and aim it back in again. 

My panties were sopping. I was incredibly horny. Looking sexy as fuck in my dirty fucking schoolgirl outfit while I fucked myself like a sissy whore. I was pleasing dicks. Two dicks. BIG dicks! Persephone would be so proud of me. I was proud of me.

My thoughts were spinning. My head was spinning. I was in this circular haze of desire and submission. It all felt so wrong, but also so right. 

I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. And I wanted it to be while I was spit-roasting myself in the middle of my apartment.

I rubbed the front of my panties the way Persephone always told me. The way I'd made myself cum the last 20 or so times this week. But this was different, I was a slut. I was a whore. I was a sissy. 

Then I came, and I felt like a fucking loser. 

The post-nut clarity hit hard. After having one of the best orgasms of my life, I snapped back into reality with giant rubber dicks in both of my holes. My drool and ass juices were all over them. My own juices were all over my panties and my new outfit. The dicks suddenly didn’t have the same appeal.  The blouse suddenly felt binding. Everything about me just felt…gross. Used. Even though I basically just used myself.

I slid the dick out of my ass, stood up, and looked in the mirror. I really did look like a cheap slut. Outfit and hair all disheveled, I was sweaty, and I had juices leaking everywhere. 

I cleaned myself and everything else up while I tried to erase what I just did from my mind. 

******

I didn’t tell Persephone about what I did. I was too ashamed, too embarrassed that I let myself get to that point. What did it say about me that I couldn’t resist a pair of rubber dicks?

As the day went by and my libido built back up, I started finding ways to justify it: you spent a lot of money on them, you might as well use them. It’s not gay if they’re not real. It was just one time, what could it hurt? 

But it wasn’t just one time. Two days later when I was in the throes of horniness, I did it again. The next day I put one of them higher on the wall and practiced servicing it while I was on my knees. 

Persephone’s tasks had been too simple. “Lick the cum from your panties when you’re done playing with your clitty,” or “go to the restroom at work and shove your finger up your ass.”

It left me wanting more. Needing more. I found myself thinking about how much better the rubber dick felt up my butt instead of my thumb. 

It was like I wasn’t getting enough from her, but I didn’t know how to ask for more without it looking like I was a gay little whore.

“I’m going to ask you something and I need you to answer honestly.” She said one day. 

It always made me nervous when she started a conversation that way. Like when she asked me what my real name was (Alan), where I was from (Lousiana) and if I was a virgin (obviously. Unless you count my schoolgirl escapades…). I probably should have lied about those things, but I was growing to trust her more and more each day. 

“Sure.” I sent. “You can ask me anything…”

I always felt a little tension as the Persephone is typing… indicator came up. It seemed to take forever. Or maybe my anxiety just made it seem that way. Finally, her message bubble popped up:

“Have you used one of your dildos already?”

I gulped, a fresh flood of shame filling me. What should I say? Should I tell her I used them without her permission? Would she be mad? Did I even need her permission?

I could just deny it. She had no way of knowing if I was lying. She might even get a little upset and angrily make me use them in order to ‘punish’ me. 

I didn’t want to have to tell her that I used them on my own, but this relationship—whatever it was—wouldn’t work if I wasn’t honest. 

“Yes Goddess,” I sent, “ I did. I’m sorry 😔”

I cringed from the humiliation, knowing what I did and not knowing how she’d take it. 

“Did I say you could use them?”

“No Goddess…”

“But you did it anyway??”

“Yes Goddess…😣”

I braced myself for her wrath. Her reaction and resolution, but instead I got:

“Bahahaha!! How did I KNOW you would??”

I didn’t know what to say to that. The fact that I did it to myself was humiliating enough, but to know that she expected it…

“I’m gonna need you to tell me everything. And i mean *everything*! I want every single detail from how it tasted, how it felt, and how it made you feel.”

And so I did, I typed out every single detail of my adventures with the rubber dicks over the week since I bought them. I was hot with embarrassment the whole time, but I had that submissive chill as well. 

“The fact that you fucking spitroasted yourself is just so damn funny to me 😂” she said. 

“So you’re not mad?” I asked. 

“Mad? Of course I’m not mad! I always expect sissy baby girls to play with their toys! And I find it sooo much more hilarious when I leave them to their own devices, and they end up doing it without me even telling them 😈”

I smacked my face with my palm. She did it intentionally. She purposefully didn’t give me tasks with the dildos because she knew I would play with them on my own, and I played right into her hand. 

“This should go without saying,” she typed, “but from now on, you are not allowed to cum unless there’s a dick in your ass or mouth…or both. Unless I say otherwise. You need to learn to associate your pleasure with the pleasing of someone else at the same time.”

It seemed reasonable. I had already been following that particular guideline the last few days anyway. I didn’t have a single orgasm without at least one of those dicks inside me. 

“How will you know if I'm following that rule?” I asked. 

“I won’t.” She said, “But let’s just say…I trust you will have no problem acquiescing my request 😉”

Damn it, I hated when she was right, and so far she’d been right about pretty much everything. 

“Now, because you decided to be a little whore all by yourself, I think it’s time you send me another video, holding up your toys, and using your sissy voice to remind me exactly what a little slut for cock you are…”

To Be Continued

Chapter 7 just got released on my SubStar. If you'd like to check it out, head on over!

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Mommy!December: Day 9

Request: Mommy!Hyunjin with kind of yandere + exhibitionism

Content Includes: praise, kissing, mentions of feet, reader has insecurity, Dom!Mommy Hyunjin x sub!fem reader, reader receives negative comments, exhibitionism, public bathroom, fingering (fem receiving), marking, mentions of the word c*m and c*nt. 

Word Count: 1,044

Disclaimer: 18+ Only

‘I’m not sure if these shoes fit’ You huffed as you stared at yourself in the mirror, your figure off-balance and doubt filled your chest. 

Hyunjin’s quiet voice soothed you:

 ‘I think you look beautiful in the heels, you just need to break them in’.

 He whispered into your ear, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulders. 

‘They’re still really tight, I think I need a size bigger’ you awkwardly hobbled to the bench, sitting down and starting to take them off. 

Hyunjin leaned down with a kind look in his eyes ‘Let me help you bunny’ and gently removed the heels from your feet, brushing soft strokes around the arch and heel. 

‘Omg, is that you?’ A high-pitched voice filled the corridor as you spotted someone from high school you went with, she was a former Queen B and had the sassiness and up-pitched condescending tone to match. 

You quickly stood up from the bench, clutching Hyunjin’s arm as the anxiety began to pool in your stomach. 

‘Hi, yeah it is me’ You responded with a quiet smile. 

‘Wow, look at you! You’ve glowed-up! Your new style and appearance really suits you’. 

The compliment sounded nice but the sarcastic remark in her tone didn’t. 

‘Thank you, you look good as well’ You chuckled awkwardly. 

‘Oh’ You lightly placed your hand on Hyunjin’s back.’

This is my boyfriend Hyunjin, me and her went to school together’. 

To which Hyunjin nodded ‘Oh, well. It’s nice to meet you’. 

The woman scanned Hyunjin up and down, admiring his beauty and being obvious in it. 

You could see her gaze avert to him and then back at you and it felt like she was critiquing you, thinking why Hyunjin was with you? 

‘Ahh, so you finally got your first boyfriend then?? Well, I’m so happy for you.’ She let out a fake chuckle, staring at Hyunjin ‘She never had any guys like her in high school’. 

Hyunjin’s face hardened at the comment and pulled  you further into his side:

‘Well, I guess that makes it even better for her, right?’ He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple.

 ‘Wouldn’t want to be with anyone else but her.’ 

The girl huffed before plastering on her fake face, ‘Okay. Well-I’m off. I work at the coffee shop downstairs, feel free to come say hello’ and she sauntered off, the back-handed compliments felt like an extra weight on your shoulders. 

‘What a fucking bitch’ Hyunjin sneered, his face scrunched up in disgust at the inter-action between you two. 

‘You know her comments aren’t true right?’ Hyunjin leaned down to look at you, noticing the sadness that had washed over your face. 

‘I know but it’s’ You exhaled a deep breath ‘It’s just so embarrassing’ You waved a hand over your hand, trying to hide your blushing cheeks. 

‘Come on, I have something to show you’ He quickly grabbed your hand and hurried you out of the shoe shop and pulled you into the nearest amenities bathroom, gently pushing you into the biggest cubicle. 

As the bathroom door shut, Hyunjin pressed you up against the door and started kissing you feverishly, his hands messing up your hair. 

‘Mommy needs to show how pretty my cute bunny’ he breathed out through kisses.

 ‘And I want to show that girl just how fucking hot you really are’. 

His kisses trailed down your neck, tongue trailing from ear-lobe to your collarbone and a sigh left your mouth, clutching onto the sides of his jacket. 

A slight jolt and whine left your body as Hyunjin started to suck harshly at your neck, ‘It’s been too long since I marked you baby, have to let everyone know you’re mine’. 

His fingers quickly undid the button on your jeans, pulling your panties with them down to your mid-thighs. 

‘Hyun..what?’ You questioned, letting out a loud exhale as Hyunjin’s expert fingers already started to rub circles into your clit, making it his entire mission to mark up your neck. 

‘Mommy wants to make you cum so she knows how pretty she is’ Hyunjin whispered as his teeth sucked into your neck, leaning down slightly as he slipped a finger into your wet cunt. 

‘Wow, my pretty bunny is so wet already. Maybe Mommy needs to fuck you in public more’ he taunted, adding it another finger which made you whine and hide your face in his shoulder, feeling Hyunjin’s hand petting your hair gently. 

‘If you want me to make you cum on my fingers, then I need you to do something for Mommy’ He softly told you, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your mouth. 

‘I want you to tell me you’re Mommy’s pretty baby’ He started to pump his fingers more, them setting in the crook of your g-spot which was causing you to whine and squirm more. 

‘I’m M-Mommy’s pretty bunny’ You whimpered out, tucking your face into his neck as his fingers pumped out of you, the echo in the bathroom adding the squelching noises. 

‘Again’ Hyunjin softly demanded, his fingers speeding up and you could feel yourself peaking quickly. 

‘I’m Mommy’s pretty bunny’ you muffled into his shoulder, biting onto the fabric to prevent yourself from moaning more. 

‘Good girl, and you’re no one’s pretty bunny but mine. You’re only for Mommy’ and with a final hard push to your clit with his thumb, you spasmed against Hyunjin’s fingers, burying your face into his chest to hide your stifled moans. 

Hyunjin pulled his fingers out, seeing your cum glistening around them and his face darkened:

‘Do you want to lick them clean for Mommy?’ 

You nodded, immediately pulling his fingers towards you and swirling your tongue around them, loving the little sighs and moans you pulled from his throat. 

‘I don’t want you to doubt how pretty you are, she’s probably jealous because she doesn’t have what we have’. Hyunjin reaffirmed as he pulled your panties and jeans up, buttoning them up and making you look presentable. 

It was the risk of almost being caught when you walked into the cafe and saw the shocked turned scowling face at noticing your messy hair and huge marks on your neck, Hyunjin next to you with a huge smirk on his face.

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[blondedmuse]

MARASCHINO BABY

robin buckley x fem!reader

making milkshakes with robin doesn't exactly go as planned.

warnings: kissing, innuendos?, fluff

author’s note:

word count: 1k

Robin was at your door with messy hair, three tubs of ice cream, and a gigantic smile on her face.

You furrowed your brows. "Does your job just give you those for free?"

You furrowed your brows. "Does your job just give you those for free?"

"Yes...but they don't know that," She giggled.

"Right...Uh, I'm still in my swimsuit." You told her. You were a lifeguard at the community pool and Robin knew that your shifts ended the at the same time, so she decided to come see you after her shift at Scoops was over. She knew how much you hated your job and how much longer your shifts were so she thought you deserved nothing more but love (and something sweet) after work.

"Oh, I don't care you look hot! I mean unless you want to change..or don't! It's up to you, really," She said and before you could help it, you let out a laugh.

"You're cute, Rob." Her cheeks turned rosy at the compliment. "And I will be keeping this on because apparently I happen to look hot in it."

"So hot," She mouthed to you before you moved aside to let her in, locking the door and following her to your kitchen.

"I want to sample-"

"No!" Robin cut you off with a whine and you furrowed your brows, raising your arms as if you were caught red handed.

"Okay, I won't take a sample I guess."

"No," She chuckled. "You can take all the samples you want, I just hear it at work left and right, especially from Erica, so 'no' is kinda my first response."

“It’s alright, baby, don’t worry about it,” You told her, grabbing a spoon from the cabinet. “Which one should I try first?”

“Well there’s lemon custard, which I gotta be honest is more for me because I know you don’t really dig lemon flavored things…And then the vanilla was just a back up really. So I think your only option is salted caramel.”

Your brow quirked up. “Okay…well what do you think about salted caramel?”

“S’not my thing,” She answered. “But I figured you might like it.” You nodded and took a spoonful of the ice cream to taste.

"Yeah," You swallowed. "Not really my thing either."

"So vanilla for you?" She asked.

"Vanilla it is!" You exclaimed. "I'll get the glasses and straws, could you do me a solid and get the milk, sprinkles, and maraschino cherries from the fridge?"

"Sure."

Once you two had gathered all the ingredients you thought you needed, Robin started scooping her lemon custard ice cream into the blender.

"Maraschino cherries are the best cherries," You said, opening the jar, popping on in your mouth.

"Are they even, like, real cherries?"

"I mean, no...but they should be," You mumbled.

"But they're just cherries in syrup-"

"Shhh" You shushed her, putting your finger to her lips. "You will not be ruining these for me, they're like my favorite fruit."

"Yeah, if they even count as one," She scoffed. "I wouldn't even say they're the best cherries either."

"Then what are?"

"Yours."

Robin could not flirt to save her life, truly, but when it came to you, she was such a tease and she knew it.

You stayed quiet and rolled your eyes while a smirk molded your lips.

"Shit, Y/N we forgot to get the whipped cream."

"I got it hold on."

You opened the fridge to grab the whipped cream, but before you placed it on the counter with the other ingredients, you pushed the nozzle on the can and sprayed some into your mouth.

"There's not much left," You told her, setting the can down on the counter.

She snorted. "I wonder why."

"I didn't finish, there's not much left but there's enough for the two of us," You explained. "Want some?" You offered shaking the bottle.

"Sure." Her milkshake was blended and poured into a glass, and now all it needed was whipped cream and a cherry on top. But instead of putting it on top, you sprayed it directly at Robin's face.

"You bitch!" She gasped and you laughed so hard your stomach hurt. While in you moment of vulnerability, she was quick to take the can from you, shooting whipped cream in your face.

Your eyes widened. "Robin!"

"What goes around, comes around," She laughed.

"Give me the can!" You cried, reaching out for the frozen treat in her arms but she dodged your attempt, turning around and running in the other direction.

"You'll have to catch me first!"

You ran after her like your life depended on it—like your milkshake depended on it. You were quick on her heels, but all the laughing and giggling was slowing you down.

"You're gonna get whipped cream all over my house," You shouted, stopping in the living room.

"No you're going to get whipped cream all over your house," She panted, seemingly appearing out of nowhere with her face clear of cream. "My face is clean. Cleaner than the Gerber baby's ass, my love."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," You said wiping the whipped cream off your face before it could melt. "At least it tastes good."

"You missed a spot," She declared, wiping your bottom lip with her thumb and didn't hesitate in licking it off, taking her thumb in your mouth. She smirked at the motion, pulling you close by the jaw for a kiss. With your tongues interlaced, you could taste the sweetness before she pulled away for air.

"Yeah whipped cream tastes good, but.."

Your brows cinched together. "But?"

"You taste better."

#she's so <333 #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin Buckley x y/n #robin buckley one shot #robin buckley fluff #stranger things #stranger things s4

[fluffquinn]

Needy Bunny

pairing: afab!reader x Nayeon

w.c.: 1.6k

warnings: wlw/nb smut, use (more like mention) of a vibrator, cunnilingus (giving), sub/dom dynamic, e2l (???), possibly cringey lines

a/n: i wrote this late at night, so give me a break. (this is a reupload, i am not stealing work my og account is @luv-quinn)

ꕥ

Your new roommate was insufferable. She played loud music all the time, often singing along to it as well. Her singing was pleasant, but god damn, did she have to do it at 3 in the morning?? Sighing, you got out of your bed to knock on her door for the 5th time this night. 

Sock clad feet sliding across the hardwood floor, you came to a stop in front of her door, lifting your hand to rap your knuckles against the door. The music paused for a oment before resuming, telling you she hadn't heard the knocks, or was just choosing to ignore you. 

Growing annoyed, you rapped your knuckles against the door rougher, this time the sound was loud enough to get the other girl to walk to the door. Opening it, she leaned against the frame, her delicate hands unraveling her long twin braids. She gave you a small smirk,

"Well, well, what's got you busting my door down at this hour?", she asked, knowing full-well why you were here. Crossing your arms over your chest, you frowned at her, leaning closer to hear her over the loud music she left playing,

"Can you please turn the music down? I'm not saying you have to turn it off, but I'm trying to sleep! I have an exam tomorrow and I'm stressing out about it too much to have to deal with you, too!", you said, maybe over-sharing a little bit, but the statement only made Nayeon's bunny smile grow wider,

"Oh, yeah? Well, if I may propose the thought to you, I could help with that.", she said, leaning even closer to you, the slight height difference between you two making her look up at you slightly. Scoffing, you turned your face away from her, trying to hide the blush spreading over your face. Turning back to face her, you mustered your confidence and tilted your head at her,

"What? Was all this acting up just for me to fuck your brains out? Did you think that would work?", you questioned, watching with pride as her exprsson turned sheepish, clearly not expecting that kind of response. Her hands unraveled her braids quicker with nervousness,

"U-um, no! I-I don't know what you mean!", she stuttered, which made your smirk grown wider and your ehes narrowed, reaching hand out to tilt her chin up to look at you,

"Aw, is little bunny scared now that she got caught, hm? Well, don't worry bunny, I'll take care of you, if that's really what you want.", the question of consent was clearly there, wrapped up in a teasing tone and a pet name, making Nayeon nod eagerly at the prospect. 

Smiling once more, you gently pushed her back into her room, backing her up until her knees hit the bed, making her tumble backwards onto her mattress. Leaning over her, you motioned to her speakers, still blaring loud music,

"Guess we'll need these after all! I'm not sure if the neighbors want to hear you moaning like a bitch in heat.", you said, your crude words both catching her off gaurd as well as sending a sock straight to her clothed cunt. Placing your forearms on either side of her head, you lowered yourself until just a simple jolt could make your lips attach. Smiling slightly, you looked at her, silently asking if she was really sure about this. She nodded, and that was all you needed to slot your lips together.

She moaned almost immediately, hands shooting up to grip your hair and pull, making you groan slightly at the feeling. Tongues dancing together, you moved your hands across her lithe body, feeling every curve and dip, brushing over sensitive places, each time making her gasp into the kiss. Pulling back from her lips, to which she whined at you, you buried your face in her neck, pressing kiss after kiss, bite after bite, to her throat, having her outright keening as you marked her up.

Pushing your self up, you surveyed the red marks over her neck and collarbones, a sinful art display of ownership. She was, for the night at least, yours. 

"Hey, bunny, I'm gonna go get something from my room, so why don't you get undressed for me, alright?", you said, recieving a nod in return. 

Returning to the room, you looked over the wonderful sight of Nayeon's naked body in front of you. Nearly losing it right then and there, you held yourself back, instead showing off what you had brought. 

A simple vibrator. Nayeon looked from it to you with excitement shining in her brown eyes, blonde hair already messed up. Walking towards her, you set it on the table, reaching towards her and dragging her by her ankles towards the edge of the bed. She squealed at the sudden movement, but froze at the feeling of your warm breath of her glistening pussy. 

Looking up at her, you bat your eyelashes, smirking again,

"You gonna let me eat you out, baby? Hm?", you asked, pressing a quick kiss to her inner thigh. She nodded, but you shook your head, making Nayeon frown,

"Words, baby, I need words. Tell me exaclty what you want me to do to you.", you instructed, to which Nayeon gulped slightly, face burning with embarrassment at such an admission.

"I-I want you to eat me out, please! Please use the vibrator on me and make me cum!", she said, voice bordering on whiny as she spoke. Smiling again, you gave her a quick 'good girl' before diving in.

Flopping back on the bed, Nayeon reached down to tug at your hair again, moans escaping her mouth as you placed kisses to her clit and folds. Licking a long stripe up her core, you wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking harshly, making Nayeon moan louder. Humming at the sound, you prodded her entrance with your tongue before starting to piston the wet muscle into her dripping cunt. 

Nayeon had been so pent up since she moved in, waiting for the moment she could make a move on her hot roommate, but the opportunity had never present itself. Now, she finally got what she wanted, and the coil in her stomach was already starting to tighten. 

"Please, please, please! I wanna cum, oh, I wanna cum so bad, plEase!", she half screamed, voice cracking on her last word, feeling around the bed for something other than your hair to grip. Finding your hand, she squeezed it so hard you thought your fingers might break. Pulling away for a second, you looked up at her, her juices glistening on your lips and chin,

"Go ahead baby, cum for me, I've got you."

That was all she needed, a few more licks and she was sent over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like waves. Her throat already felt hoarse, but she felt so good, 

"You think you can go another round, this time with the vibrator?", you asked, drawing Nayeon out of her head. Nayeon nodded and you smiled, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. Turning on the vibrator, you listened as the gentl whirring sound resonated in your ears, the music making it barely hearable.

Kneeling back down, you slot yourself between Nayeon's thighs, pulling them over your shoulders. Pressing more kisses to her folds, you gently press the buzzing vibrator to her clit, making thights tense around your head, pants escaping her lips. This time, you were a bit slower, knowing she was still sensitive from her last orgasm.

Nayeon was thrashing around, the pleasure from her stimulated pussy was making her feel light-headed. She released your hair to move her hand towards her chest, where her nipples were neglected. Pinching and rolling them bewteen her fingettips, she let out more moans and groans, feeling her second orgasm creep up on her again. 

"You-You make me feel so good. Treat me so nice.", she mumbled out, trying to give back some of the praise she had recieved. You smiled laughing gently, the extra vibrations shooting up Nayeon's spine. 

"Mhm, thank you, bunny. Now, you can cum now, honey, your legs are shaking like crazy.", you said. It was true, her legs were shaking so much it was getting tiresome to hold them on your shoulders. Nayeon nodded, closing het eyes and focusing on nothing but the pleasure you were giving her. The focus worked, because not too long after your command, she came all over your face again, with you greedily licking up the mess she had made. 

Massaging her thighs, you turned off the vibrator, set it to the side, and smiled up at Nayeon. 

"You did so good, baby, but next time, just ask me to take care of you onstead of acting up, because next time, I won't be so nice.", you warned making her gulp and nod. But, secretly she was going to do just that, push your buttons just to see how you would react. 

Too distracted by her thoughts of brattiness, Nayeon barely noticed you cleaning her body up. It was only when you moved her body to tuck her in for the night did she tune back in to the real world. Giggling at her lost expression, you pressed a kiss to her sweat covered forehead,

"Goodnight, Nayeon. Please, actually sleep tonight, I'll make you breakfast in the morning, alright?", you said, making Nayeon grin and nod excitedly. Chuckling, you head back to your own room, flopping onto the bed and falling asleep almost immediately.

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