#i wanna give mark a hug so badly

[fizzzyz]

OK- Mark, Thatcher and Dave as ponies?

I’m obsessed with drawing them as ponies……

#i wanna give mark a hug so badly #tmc #the mandela catalogue #my little pony #mandela catalogue fanart #mandela catalogue #tmc fanart #art #fanart #tmc dave #tmc thatcher #tmc mark #mark heathcliff #dave lee #thatcher davis #mandela catalogue mark #mandela catalogue thatcher #mandela catalogue dave #tmc mark heathcliff #mlp fanart #my little pony fanart #mlp catalogue

[soundlessdreamss]

Hi!

Can i request lucifer and charlie morningstar with starlight glimmer!Reader?

So the reader was lucifer's child back in heaven and when she saw what her father did without her..She felt anger and sorrow insode herself.. But that didn't stop of her because she fell from heaven to hell...And she changed her appearance so nobody would suspect that she looks similar to lucifer

If you know starlight's cutie mark ability that is different..The reader can collect people's soul and feed the souls to her clock

Her clock is golden one with starlight mark on the behind..And she can time travel but she don't use it alot since she still has some other abilities to keep in control..

And the reader just went to the hazbin hotel just to stay there and help with few stuff... And vaggie knows reader but not that deep..Charlie noticed that the reader had few blonde hair strings like lucifer.. So she thought nothing at first..

And the reader saw alastor as father figure so sometimes the reader calls him father and alastor just tells the reader to call him father which the reader become happy since she didn't had anyone else at all

So when lucifer visits the hotel how he will react?

I could just when lucifer pointed it out alastor would have the biggest grin then spoke

"Oh?,well she calls me her father!"

I wanna see it sooooo badly‼️‼️

It's alright if you don't do it<3

Also can be called the servy anon?

I like your fics sm<3

Hope to see more of it<3

Have good day/evening/night<3

omg I LOVE mlp!! Of course I can write this, I haven’t got that far though so I’m not really sure how starlight glimmer acts but I did a bit of research and I’ll try my best to write this well!

PLATONIC/FATHER ALASTOR X READER X LUCIFER (sorry if this isn’t how u write it, I’m still new to this whole fanfic thing ^_^ ) Also this is kinda angsty, and requests are open!

When you were still a kid in heaven you saw Lucifer as the best father in the world! He loved and cherished you deeply, you didn’t think he would give you up that easily. Would he?

You wanted to play with him one day and looked everywhere for him but you couldn’t find him. You asked an angel if they had any clue where he was but they said he was banished with his wife Lillth because they rebelled against heaven.

he seriously just left you like that? Without a word? To say you were angered was an understatement. you were FUMING. But you also couldn’t help but feel so miserable and depressed that he just left you like that.

you thought he cared about you just as much as you cared about him. But you were wrong.

After a couple hundred years when you became an adult, all of that anger and sorrow that you had stored you from Lucifer, you finally snapped. You took it out on the angels which led you to getting banished for being rude and improper.

The first thing you did in hell was change your appearance because you knew Lucifer was the king of hell and you really didn’t wanna see him again after what he did to you. (You also kinda regretted taking your anger out on the angels who did nothing to you.)

Your first couple months in hell were agonizing as everyone here was so different compared to the angels and people in heaven. It felt like you were an outcast.

You tried to not use your powers as much but when it got really bad you decided to collect their soul and feed it into your clock. Or you sometimes dropped time in order to collect their soul as well.

As you were walking in the streets of hell one day you heard an advertisement about a hotel and it caught your attention. You looked at the tv for the ad and it described a hotel where sinners can be redeemed if they just try to become better.

It sounded like a breath of fresh air compared to all these other advertisements for clubs so you decided why not visit the hotel? It couldn’t be so bad.

After a couple minutes of walking you made it to the hotel and knocked on the door. You were taken aback as a blonde haired girl hugged you tight and welcomed you to the hotel. But you also noticed Vaggie was there.

The blonde hair girl introduced herself as Charlie and also Vaggies girlfriend. (You congratulated Vaggie in private and also mentioned to not let Charlie know about her identity.)

As you were talking to Vaggie in private after being introduced to the hotel and welcomed she told you that Charlie was Lucifer’s daughter. You couldn’t believe it.

Not only did he leave you behind, but he started a whole family without you even knowing. You were in disbelief and asked Vaggie to not let Charlie know that you were her older sister technically.

You both agreed to it and went back to the lobby. Charlie couldn’t help but notice you had blonde streaks in your hair that looked similar to her blonde hair but she just shrugged it off.

You were also introduced to a man named Alastor and he greeted you very kindly. And before you knew it you guys started growing a daughter and father bond.

He treated you just like his daughter if he had one, he filled the parental role that Lucifer never did.

It made your heart happy knowing that you could finally have a father figure that you knew wouldn’t leave you. You guys bonded over the span of a couple weeks and you accidentally called him dad once out loud.

He didn’t mind though and said that you could even call him dad because he thought it was sweet that you saw him as your father.

As the weeks went by Charlie finally had an idea to let heaven approve of their hotel she just needed to call her father to schedule a meeting with heaven for her.

The one thing you didn’t expect her to do was to invite him over though. Fuck. What were you supposed to do now?! You really didn’t wanna see Lucifer again and panicked internally.

You helped the crew set up the hotel for Lucifer’s visit but your anxiety just rose more and more the closer it got to an hour passing by. (Since he said he was going in an hour)

Once it was finally time to greet him he burst through the door and hugged Charlie tightly since he had missed her, he also greeted kiki, and razzle and dazzle. It hurt a bit seeing how much cared for her but didn’t care for you.

You tried hiding behind Alastor a bit but Lucifer looked at his way when he pointed out the reservations and noticed it was you even with the changes you did to yourself.

His breathe got stuck in his throat and he couldn’t believe it was really you after all these years. Oh how he regretted never taking you with him.

He approached you and looked at you closely before saying “[reader], is that really you?…”

He brushed some strands of hair out of your face before pulling you into a hug. That was not something the other members of the hotel expected.

You pushed him off quickly though as you were still angry and uncomfortable with him.

He didn’t get why you pushed him off, he thought you still missed him after all these years of not being together.

It didn’t take too long for Alastor to connect the pieces since he was good observer. You had those blonde streaks in your hair for a reason no?… that’s cause you were related to the king of hell himself, Lucifer.

Alastor than put his hand around your waist pulling you closer. (Not in a romantic way!!) He than spoke up about Lucifer’s behavior. “Lucifer if you don’t mind excusing me but, what exactly are you doing with my daughter?”

Lucifer seemed in shock when he said that. “YOUR daughter? Oh please, you remember don’t you [reader]? It’s me your father, Lucifer! He had a desperate and nervous smile on his face hoping that you would remember him.

Before you could speak up Alastor cut you off and spoke first “Oh really? That’s quite funny cause [reader] calls me her father.”

The whole room went silent after that. Lucifer couldn’t believe it, Alastor was just playing around was he? You were probably just having an inside joke with him but no, you really saw Alastor as your father instead of Lucifer, your ACTUAL father.

You saw the heartbroken look on Lucifer’s face and didn’t know what to say in response but managed to mutter something out. “I’m sorry, but it’s been hundreds of years since that day happened, you need to let me go.”

After managing to mutter that out you excused yourself and went back to your room in the hotel. After Alastor and Lucifer fought over you and Charlie, (and after Charlie and Lucifer sang the song together) Lucifer knocked on the door but you didn’t answer so he teleported inside your room.

Only to see you and Alastor on your rooms balcony together. You were crying on the floor from the painful encounter and Alastor comforted you saying sweet words to make you feel better.

Before Alastor or you could notice Lucifer he quickly left and went back to his palace and rethought about his choices he made with you. He knew he couldn’t get his daughter back, it was already too late. If only he made the decision to take you with him.

note: I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!! please don’t be shy to send me requests, I’ll gladly write more fun things like this. ^_^

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #alastor x reader #platonic #platonic x reader #light angst

[riediaries]

part 1

eight am marks the first ever class of your daughter and it's now seven am, satoru's still busy perfecting his daughter's braids.

"ah.. this is so hard." he groans as he brushes her hair to start again.

his daughter looks up to him in the reflection of the mirror she's infront with. seeing her father crouched down on her little mirror to match her height makes her giggle.

"should mommy take over now?" you opened the door.

he chuckles nervously as he eyes you on the door through the mirror. "nah, daddy will finish this in a blink of an eye."

as silly as him is his daughter, she makes a cute face as she blinks and looks at her dad. still struggling to do her requested braid for her first day of school.

"daddy is a liar." she accuses him silly and sticks her tongue out.

this made satoru halt the movements of his fingers on her hair and kiss her cheek. "no, he's not. daddy just loves you too much, baby." he gives her another kiss on the other side of her cheek, paying them equally of his attention.

she giggles at the affection of her father giving her at the moment and turns to you. "mommy, kiss!"

you obeys her and crouches down for your lips to meet her cheeks.

"how many times did daddy make your hair a mess?" you tease him as you question your daughter.

she raises her hand and puts up a three fingers, indicating that satoru is indeed having a rough time braiding her hair.

"what about pigtails, baby? you don't want pigtails anymore?" you suggest to help your husband.

"i want braids so badly." she whines. the similarity is real. satoru also whines when he's not getting what he wants. "i wanna have a curly hair after school!" she exclaims.

"and i want daddy to do it!" she adds.

of course, satoru can't deny his sweet daughter that's why for the past seven days, he tried very hard to practice braiding using your hair.

you even got mad at him one time when he barely untangled the hair he messed up.

you sigh.

sure, satoru is stubborn but her daughter is more than that.

you glance at the clock. it's now seven fifteen, thirty minutes more before the school bus will pick up your daughter.

"you need help, honey?" you ask your husband as he continue to struggle.

he turns his attention to you and smiles. "yes, please." and that became much more easier. mommy knows best, after all.

"it looks... good." you hum and give his back a pat.

he looks at you in horror. "you paused!" he accuses you. "it's not, right? please tell me it's not!" he dramatically hugs you and whines on your ears.

"what? it was not the greatest but you did your best." you scoff and pulls away after hugging him back. "well, at least your daughter loves it." you tell him as he turns to her.

she's busy checking herself out on her mirror, admiring the hair his father and with the help of her mother braided.

"thank you daddy! i love it!" she excitedly put on her backpack as she runs through the door, her school bus waiting for her by their gate.

"uh-huh. where's mommy and daddy's kiss, young lady?" you point at your cheek as you crouches down at her level.

she runs back to the both of you and give each of your cheeks a quick kisses but for satoru, he can't release his daughter just like that.

he hugs her as he pepper her face little and little kisses. on the side of your eye, you can see his hand sneaking on her backpack.

you raise your eyebrow at the activity, eyeing warily your husband.

"be a good girl, okay? and don't tell mommy this."

he kisses her once again before letting her run off to the bus.

"bye mommy! bye daddy!" she waves both of her hand for the both of you. of course, you also wave your hand to exchange goodbyes.

it was your now turn to question him.

"what was that?" you give him a stare that made his body freezes up but he plays it well.

"i may or may not sneaked a chocolate bar on her bag." he cheekily said.

"what?!" your eyes widened. "sato—"

"it was to console her about her hair, okay?" he gives you a quick kiss on the lips and runs off to the door.

you could only mutter sigh and went inside the house, thinking of how will you hide the sweets from now on.

#rie.writes #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #girl dad gojo

[gumycandyyy]

Hey there! Your writing is OUTSTANDING! I was wondering if you could write a Winter King x fem!reader fic where the reader rescues him along with the scouts but ends up badly injured? And tee hee WK pampers her and takes care of her THE BRAIN ROT IS REAL

୨♡ "Ｔｉｓ Ｂｕｔ Ａ Ｓｃｒａｔｃｈ" ♡୧

Type: Oneshot

Fem reader (I was originally gonna make her an ice creature, but she works better as... not an ice creature.) Someone please rq a male reader, I wanna write a male reader wahhhh

Request: Yes! Still open, but it'll take a while to write, as I have other requests.

No use of y/n

hurt/comfort (literally)

Summary: Winter King got kidnapped. Again. And you get hurt while saving him. Fluff ensues.

Word Count: 1278

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"Ice Scouts? A little help?"

You looked up, hearing Winter King. You were training with the scouts, just having a gay old time sword fighting and skating. However, It appeared Candy Queen had made some giant type candy monster, and used it to snatch Winter right out of his throne room and carry him to the Candy Kingdom.

Great.

"Oh, you too..!"

Winter yelled just as he left earshot, obviously referring to you. You were the captain of the royal guard, and Winter's best friend. The ice scouts sheathed their swords, ready to leave immediately. They spoke to you in unison.

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

You nodded, sheathing your sword. You guessed that Winter would be held at the top of the Candy tower/mountain thing, as always. You left swiftly, along with the scouts.

"Ice scouts! You take care of any candy monsters, I'll take care of the Queen!"

They nodded, ready to follow your every order. You eventually made it to the Candy kingdom, and climbed the mountain. You made it to the top, ducking and weaving around the monsters to get to Winter as soon as possible.

Kicking down the door, you saw Candy Queen playing her keyboard, as always. Winter was in his cage, scratching another tally mark in his 'times kidnapped' wall. His crown was on a small table just out of reach of the cage. Candy Queen looked at you and deadpanned.

"Aww, not again! C'mon, ya can't give me one afternoon alone with him? I'd take good care of him!!"

Candy bumped her pointer fingers together, trying to win your favor. It was honestly pitiful. She tried so hard, but still. She was a creep.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously! I mean- You wouldn't miss him! I wouldn't scratch him up too bad! Well, unless..."

You looked over to Winter, who looked quite uncomfortable at the current topic, a strained smile on his 'save me from this maniac' face. You sighed, putting your hands at your sides.

"Fine."

Candy's eyes sparkled.

"You- you mean it?"

She bounced up and down on her heels, ready to give you a hug. No thanks. Winter looked shocked, and ready to pass away.

"Yeah, yeah- OF COURSE I DON'T MEAN IT."

You brought out your sword, flipping it around, and knocking the wind out of Candy with the hilt. She coughed, and you grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. You brought her over to a window, kicking it open and dangling her out of it.

"Come on, come on! Let's talk about this! Maybe we could share him? I get weekdays, you get weekends? Please?"

You deadpanned, ready to tell her off. Though her expression suddenly turned devious, and you heard something from behind you.

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

You turned around sharply, pulling out your sword. You let go of Candy, but she was able to grab onto the windowsill and pull herself back inside.

A banana (At least you think it's a banana) guard roared in your face, and lunged at you. It seems the ice scouts missed this one. It clawed at your stomach, tearing the flesh and causing you to cry out in pain. The ice scouts broke open the cage, and gave Winter King his crown.

The next thing you knew, the banana guard was frozen in a block of ice, hovering right above you. It seems the blast also knocked Candy out. You cursed, getting out from underneath the guard. You were about to run to Winter, checking to see if he was okay, but you collapsed, clutching your stomach- which was bleeding profusely. Winter caught you before you hit the floor, and wrapped his arms around you.

"Are you o-"

Winter gasped, seeing your bloody midriff.

He almost started to panic, and ordered the ice scouts to go to the winter palace to prepare anything you might need. He started to pick you up in his arms, but you held your hand out to stop him.

"Winter, I can handle it. I'm captain of the royal guard for a reason-!"

You seethed, feeling air hit your open wound. You started to stand up, using Winter as an anchor. You stood up straight, breathing heavily. You started to walk on your own, however, you collapsed yet again, and fell into unconsciousness.

This is what you get for acting like you're invincible.

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You woke up, breathing in cold air. You didn't need to open your eyes to know you were back in the Winter Kingdom. You felt something gripping your hand, and you were no longer in pain. Well.. Excruciating pain, at least. You fluttered open your eyes, trying to get used to the bright blue light of the palace.

"Y- You're awake! I.."

You looked over to Winter King, who was sitting at your bedside, holding your hand. He looked disheveled and tired. He took his hands away to adjust his glasses, and cleared his throat.

"N- Now that I know you're... Okay.. I-"

He seemed unusually somber, which was way out of character, especially for him.

"How long was I out?"

"..."

"Winter. How long was I out."

"..."

"Four days."

Woah. You left your King unprotected, for four days. And judging by the dull throb where your wound was healing, it would be much longer than that. You sat up sharply, then felt a stabbing pain. You seethed and rested your hand on your midriff.

"I'm so sorry Winter, ah- My king. I can't believe I've left you unprotected for that lo-" "Shut up."

"Pardon?"

"I said, shut up."

Winter's expression was pained, and he seemed to be very conflicted with his emotions.

"You think I care about that? Why would I care about not being protected when I could have lost you!?"

He had stood up. His voice was raised and shaky. He looked as if he was about to start sobbing. He then looked just as surprised at his emotional outburst as you were.

"I.."

"I don't know what came over me, that.. What just happened, it.." "It shouldn't be possible..."

"Pardon me?"

Winter brushed his strange behavior off, and sat back down. He took your hand in his, and spoke in a calm manner.

"I apologize. What I meant, is I could care less about myself right now. I was worried you would die, haha!"

There it was. His strange optimism, though.. It felt kind of good to see him so emotional. It just went to show how much he really cared about you. You took your hand back, and moved it up to cup his face, his soft hair ticking the skin on your hand.

"Thank you."

Winter's cheeks turned pink, a nice contrast to his normal pale blue. He laughed softly, turning his face slightly away from you.

"It's what anyone would do."

He smiled sweetly at you, turning his face back to you. He stood up, bending over you to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Your face flushed, and you looked away nervously. You laughed together in a wonderful kind of oddity, before Winter stood up fully.

"Well, I suppose I should get back to ruling my Winter Wonder World, shouldn't I? If you need anything, ask me. I want to be the one to take care of you."

You nodded in response, and watched Winter gracefully glide towards the door. You snuggled up in the sheets and blankets you were surrounded by, and before Winter left, you asked him a question.

"Wait, what room am I in?"

"Oh, mine."

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Oh man, I loved this one. Here's your complimentary WK art ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

#fandom #winter king fanart #winter king x reader #the winter king #winter king #x reader #hurt/comfort #he's so babygirl #fionna and cake x reader #fionna and cake #ice scouts #winter king x female reader #selfshipping community #oc x canon #fanfiction #fanart

[neverevan]

Inspiration Saturday 📸

This wip is loosely based on this post of mine and based on the initial outline I expect it to total out around 20k, but I have like 3 much longer fics on my list before this, so it probably won't be written any time soon, but it wouldn't leave my mind today, so!

After a serious injury on the job, Eddie takes up light duty as the temporary Instagram Manager of the LAFD and even though he's now physically healed, he's still not ready to return to active duty. The job has its perks though; namely the new guy who joined the 118 shortly after Eddie left.

Tags and a longish snippet under the cut 💛

“Hey Diaz, sure you don’t want in on the action instead of playing around with your camera?” Buck asked, lifting his helmet a little, probably to see Eddie better in the harsh sunlight.

He had ash smudged all over his face, giving him a ragged edge that Eddie thought fit him just a little too well. His turnout coat was open, revealing just how tight his shirt hugged his body underneath.

“And what if I prefer the camera?” Eddie asked playfully. “And I told you to call me Eddie.”

“Not until you tell me what it’s short for.” Buck grinned at him teasingly and Eddie clicked the button on his camera again, to capture the way the sun hit his laugh lines; sue him, the man was gorgeous.

Buck had this weird thing for nicknames and though Eddie found it kind of endearing, he didn’t really understand why Buck didn’t just ask the team what his name was if he wanted to know so badly — maybe it was part of some kind of game that Eddie never learned the rules for.

“You know this year’s calendar is coming up.” Eddie said, lowering his camera back down to his chest.

“Yeah? Are you the one shooting it?” Buck stepped in closer, still holding the jaws of life in his hands while everyone continued packing up behind him.

“Why? Would that make you wanna do it more or less?”

Buck chuckled lightly, before swiping a gloved finger across the tip of his nose, leaving yet another black mark there.

“I don’t know. Am I gonna be the only one taking my clothes off?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and Eddie only had time to roll his eyes jovially before he was cut off by Hen.

“Stop riling up the poor guy and help us put these away, I’m starving!”

“I’m n-not rili—” Buck stammered, all his earlier bravado suddenly gone.

“Come on Buckaroo, it’s lunch time.” Chimney chimed in as well, walking past them and dropping his medkit into the back of the ambulance.

Buck looked back at Eddie and shrugged sheepishly. “Duty calls.”

“Yeah... I gotta upload these too.” He lifted his camera with a sigh, indicating the pictures he just took.

“Well, I hope you got my good side.” Buck smiled at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes and Eddie just grinned back at him.

As if you have a bad side, he thought to himself.

“Buck, come on!” This time it was Bobby who yelled over, so they both knew that they ran out of time.

“Coming!” Buck called back, still not taking his eyes off of Eddie. “Take care, Diaz.” He added gently before he finally turned around and jogged away, leaving Eddie standing in the middle of the road, watching as the engine and the ambulance pulled away.

“Yeah, you too, Buckley.” He mumbled to no one in particular.

I was tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz and @watchyourbuck thank you mwuah 💛

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#look I have like one new wip a day #these boys are doing things to me I can't put into words #also I have no idea what's with me and mini mood boards but I hope you're having a good time with them cuz I am lmao #also also I don't know why they can only talk in questions #😅 #buddie #911 #wip #the insta fic

[lanawinterscigarettes]

James Wilson dating someone who gets cuteness aggression

Warnings: cuteness aggression (duh) so there's mention of playful biting and such from the reader

A/N: this idea popped into my head randomly and I thought it'd be a big hit with my fellow Wilson lovers because honestly who doesn't get cuteness aggression when looking at him

I don't think Wilson would know what cuteness aggression is but I'm pretty sure he's used to people displaying their affection in less than conventional ways given that House is his best friend

He wouldn't have a problem with it, per say, but he'd certainly be confused to first time you do it

Picture it: he's sitting in his office as he fills out paperwork while you're waiting for him to finish. You're so bored and want his attention so badly that when he stops writing for even a second you take that as an opportunity to bite his hand

You don't bite hard enough to draw blood or anything, just hard enough to get his attention

He stops what he was doing and looks over at you with a befuddled expression on his face, his big brown puppy dog eyes full of confusion

"Did you just- did you just bite me?" It's clear from the disbelief in his voice that he doesn't know what to think. He'd never been bitten before, certainly not in such a casual manner

"Yeah, so?" You gave him a slight shrug as if it were no big deal. "Sometimes I bite people I like. Is that a problem?"

Being the little people pleaser he is, he of course says no. "Uh, not at all. I just- I wasn't expecting that"

He goes back to work, thinking that'll be the end of it. It's not, as you decide to take his indifference as an invitation to bite him whenever you get the chance to

It doesn't take that long for him to get used to your strange habits of biting him when he's not paying attention to you or squeezing him a little too hard when giving him hugs

If House finds out about your cuteness aggression (which, let's be honest, of course he does because he has no respect for other people's privacy) he uses that information as a way to get on Wilson's nerves all the time

"Nice bite marks on your hand. Did you get a dog recently, or is it just another act of affection from your doting partner?"

"Shut up, House"

"What? I'm not the one willingly giving myself up to be somebody else's chew toy"

In all honesty, Wilson actually doesn't mind your cuteness aggression, even if he knows he probably should

He always lets you playfully bite his hand or give him really tight hugs when you ask with no complaint, finding the acts to be oddly endearing for some reason

Even when you coddle and baby talk him the same way someone might speak to a pet the most he might do is roll his eyes or let out a loud exasperated sigh

"You're so cute, Jimmy, did you know that? It makes me want to wrap you up and never let you go"

"Well, it's nice to know you care about me, even if you are talking to me like I'm a dog"

"Hey, it's not my fault you have the biggest, most adorable set of puppy dog eyes around that make you look like such a little cutie patootie"

"You're as bad as House, did you know that?"

"I take that as a compliment"

"Of course you do"

All in all, Wilson loves you and knows that you love him, even if you show it in an odd way

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[rhodesrider]

Gone (Pt.2)

Yandere!Cody R. x Black! Fem! Reader

Warning: Once again Minors DNI / 18+ Only, Murder, Unhealthy Obsessions, blood, weapons, psychological horror themes, mentions of cheating, mentions of sexual behavior

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“Cody I’m ok you don’t have to give me your jacket.” Y/N sighed as she walked along the strip malls with Cody, who was smiling holding her shopping bags. “I have to, I don’t want you catching a cold princess.” He said warmly and kissed her forehead as they continued to walk along, it’s been months since the disappearance of her ex. No trace of where he could possibly be. The police were cold on the trail and he had no immediate family to contact to see if he ran off back to his home town. There was also another disappearance as well, a 24 year old women was missing for quite some time and her family was very worried. They were doing Search teams for months looking for anything but the trail went cold as well. But her mother, her mother didn’t wanna give up. Across the way of where Cody parked his car, an elderly woman around 58, was parked and watching. Drinking some water and just shedding tears. She knew that Cody was the last person to see her daughter. And she had a bad feeling about him just by his smile. “What are you hiding?…” she sighed and she saw Y/N getting kisses and love like nothing happened. “Isn’t that….” She got her phone pulling up a video of an old news episode from few months back, her pleading for people to help find her boyfriend. And her eyes widened in fear, seeing Cody right behind her holding her hand in support. Does that girl have something to do with her Daughter disappearing?

She saw that they drove off and she started her car fast following behind them having a low profile. “I don’t know who you were to my Stacy. But I will find out where she is…” she shed more tears remembering her daughter’s smile. And continued her stakeout.

Y/N and Cody pulled up to her home and she just smiled the whole time. Looking in Cody’s sweet eyes, “You’ve been nothing but so sweet and kind Cody. Thank you so much.” Y/N said holding Cody’s hands. “I’d do anything for you Y/N please remember that.” He said and brought her in for a hug. Taking in her sweet smell. “I’ll text you in the morning is that ok?” She nodded and she kissed him on the lips softly. Cody’s cheeks were red, his body shook in excitement, he wanted her so badly. But he had to be patient. He knows that she’s right where he wants her. She pulled away and smiled walking out the car and closing the door waving bye and getting her keys out. Cody was a reck, this is all he dreamed of ever since he saw her. Ever since he got rid of that obstacle, it’s all been heading into pure manifestations of what he wants his life to be. For Y/N to be his little wife. No matter the cost. He rolled off some time later making sure she got in the house and the car that Stacy’s mom was in parked and she went to her door knocking and looking around. Y/N heard the door and out of a robe as she was about to head to bed, walking to the door and opening it till the chain lock stopped the door. “Yes?” The mother was scared to speak but sighed getting out her phone and showing her Stacy. Shedding tears, sobbing some, “Please I know you don’t know me, and I don’t know who you are to that man, but he was last seen with my Stacy. She’s gone and I need help finding her.” Y/N paid attention to the picture seeing the woman. Her smile so sweet, just like hers. “…why have I seen her before…” Y/N swore that she’s seen Stacy in a snap before with her ex, saying they were only friends. “I don’t know her ma’am-“ “Please don’t lie to me. He knows her.” She was implying Cody. But Y/N thought she meant Mike, her ex that was still missing. “Ma’am please you look tired. Come in I have some coffee.” She hesitated but she wanted out the cool breeze and went in.

There was silence for a while and Y/N sighed irritated. “She was seeing mark for almost half a year…” The mother nodded. “I met him, he brought me flowers and he took her on a date. Rushed her some saying that he had work in the morning.” Y/N sucked her teeth, “He had an Afternoon job.” The silence was there again. “Look I’m sorry that he cheated on you, but I need to find my daughter. And that other man, with blonder hair you were with tonight he was with her as well.” “Ma’am Cody doesn’t know Stacy-“ “How do you know?” She said low. “Because he would have told me if he was…he was with someone…” she felt cold and stupid. A high chance that this girl messed with her ex and Cody were dangling in front of her. “I’m sorry your ex did that to you but I need to find my daughter. Do you have is phone or-“. “I don’t have anything. He just up and left one day. All I have from him is this stupid fucking note.” She said in anger throwing the neatly folded piece of paper on the counter. Y/N sighed and shed tears, was Cody lying as well? Hiding that he was with the same woman that was with her ex?

Cody stared at the screen, tapping his foot just watching the camera as it picked up the conversation of Stacy’s mother and Y/N. He was heated. Seeing in that kitchen, tears falling from Y/N, made him red. “Princess please don’t cry. I’m so sorry…” he muttered over and over again. As he continued to mutter he pulled out a gun from his drawer at the desk angry at himself of what he has done just to get info and get back at her ex mark. He gritted his teeth and pointed the gun at the corner, in that corner was a tired wounded but still alive Stacy. She could barely see from her swollen eyes that he was pointing a gun at her. All she did was cry. “Shut up!” He ceased his mumbling screaming at her getting up, “You did this. You started this shit. I’ve seen the text I’ve seen how evil you are towards her. You deserve everything that I’ve done to you!” He continued to yell. He was drowning in his own anger, he threw his chair in the corner with Stacy and she whined in pain. He glanced at the computer again, his eyes softened as he saw her mother comfort Y/N. “I’m so sorry baby. I won’t do it again. I promise. I just want you happy princess.” And with no warning. Two shots were fired. His anger subsided. He controlled her breathing and tears fell. “She’s gone. The woman who ruined your life baby is gone. I’m so sorry.” He said and looked at the lifeless body. “Baby imma go clean up. And I’ll text you in the morning like I promised.” It’s like he’s talking to himself but really he’s playing back her words in his head. Her sweet comments and replies help him relax and he needs to hear them. No matter what. He went to get rid of the body dragging it to the basement, a cold look in his eye and no words. Mark was still alive, looking up and seeing the lifeless body. He knew it was Stacy. “You shed a tear for this bitch and I will slit your throat and watch the blood seep out.” He hissed. Mark kept his head down terrified. “You had the most perfect woman in the world, and you fucked her? You don’t deserve to live.” Mark could feel cold steel on the back of his head, pissing himself. “Pathetic.” Cody said and pistol whipped him back into unconsciousness.

“She’s gonna be mine.”

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[goldengirlls]

pinky promise

pairings— ari levinson x reader

warnings — unprotected sex, breeding kink, dumbification, beard burn, mentions of balls (multiple times), mentions of fem receiving, daddy kink, exhibitionism/public sex, dirty talk, spit kink and cum play

summary — two promises

authors note — who doesn’t love delicious ari!!! plus its the pink shirt and everything else for me!! let me know what you guys think and if you wanna be on my mini taglist for chris evans characters!

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“Ari,” Words spoken airy, “You have people checking in soon.” Muttering out. “Someones gonna catch us.”

Cotton candy like pillow lips lining themselves along your warm neck, “Mm don’t care, need to feel you, Angel.” The poking of his beard leaving red burn marks, “Been too long.”

“It’s been four hours—,” Tan hands tugging on his hair, begging for him to sink his teeth into.

“Too long.” Bringing his eyes up to meet yours, hands creeping up your dress meeting the line of the pretty pink panties you threw on this morning. “Need to feel your pretty pussy all the time.”

Lust blown eyes as he remembered you falling apart with each lick of his tongue between your dripping clit, two fingers pressing themselves in and out of you. Ari’s beard rubbing against your thighs with each suck against your clit. Every dip of his tongue into your pussy. Each tug of his hair begging him to go faster—demanding him. Your heavy eye lids after you came on his face and beard— a pornographic picture that would live in your head forever.

“Let me feel her Angel. Please.” His pout tucking between his teeth. “Was away from you for too long.” Your finger tracing his pink shirt— your favorite one. Having deemed it yours after many nights that were spent between your sheet.

And truth be told you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you— if not more. It was the shirts fault. The pink shirt that hugged all the right spots, complimenting him in the most enticing ways and he knew what it did to you when he wore it.

Stupid weak spot.

“Ari—“ Fluttering your eye lashes closed— knowing you lost the battle before it started, “What if someone see’s us?” Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I promise I won’t let anyone see what’s mine.”

He’d been away from his favorite thing in the whole world for weeks and coming home yesterday to devour you and watched you fall apart at his finger tips and cock.

“Pinky promise?” Bright doe eyes gleaming with the thought of him taking you apart right here, right now had you clenching your legs together.

Ari’s lips pressing against yours was promise enough. Tugging him closer to you so he pressed flush against, messy hands roaming your’s and his body, desperate to feel each other once again. Your hips bucking against his made him break out in a grin as he pulled away from you—a crescent moon smile and all.

“That’s my girl.” One hand ripping your panties off the other hiking your dress up, your hands tugging his pants down freeing his angry cock and heavy balls— and what you wouldn’t give to have them in your mouth.

His hands prying your legs apart as one ghosts between your folds earning a hiss from you and moan from him, “Always such a messy girl for daddy.” His words were wicked and delicious.

Ari pumps himself a few times before slotting his lips over yours and pushing himself into you as he captures your moan. His hands grabbing your legs, hoisting you up and pushing you against a wall as he bottoms out— mentally swearing you could feel him touching your heart.

“Angel— fuckin’ shit,” His wicked tongue and hips snapping to find a steady pace that would bring both of you to heaven. Except it already existed— you.

It was creamy and warm— just like how he left her this morning. Swearing then and there he could cum feeling your pussy wrap around him— welcoming him home again.

“Ari.” Whining out as you tug his head away to met his eyes.

“ ‘S not my name.” Grunting out as his bulbous tip rubs against the spongey spot, “I haven’t fucked you stupid yet.”

“D- Daddy.” Rolling your eyes to the back of your head bringing him flush against feeling his breath fan against your neck. Ari’s tongue licking a strip from your collarbone to your jaw before gently sinking his teeth into you. “ ‘S daddy.”

Lips detaching from you, “Good girl, baby. Open your mouth for daddy.” Right hand bringing you closer to his mouth to stick out your tongue. Ari accumulates his spit, bringing his lips together and releasing his saliva slowly into your mouth. His eyes wait on your neck as you hold the urge to swallow him. “Swallow.” His eyes watch the bob of your throat indicating you did as you were told.

“Always my good girl.”

His eyes watch yours like there the gems of the earth. Nothing said but everything said all at once. It was ironic really. Someone so beautiful and delicate with someone so— him.

Running into town one day to grab something and quite literally running into you along the way. Ari’s world stopped when his eyes took you in. It was cliche, but his favorite part of yours and his love story. And when you told him those three words confessing how your heart had been his, his lips told you everything before he spoke them against your cotton candy like lips. You were soft when he was rough. But never had Ari thought someone as innocent as you, would be almost as filthy as him.

The tug of your delicate hands brought him out of his dream as your fingers we’re demanding to show you the hidden markings underneath. Each button popped open as it hung carelessly off of him and trailing him as his cock stretched you out.

“Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you where anyone could see us.” Ari’s gruff voice ringing through your ears, making you whine, “You like that? Knowing anyone could walk right through there and see what a whore ya are for daddy?”

Your toes curled, legs tightened around his waist and tears lined your eyes. It gave Ari the answer he needed and even if it was spoken it was the one he wanted.

Bringing his thumb between his lips, his tongue flicking and drenching it, he brought it down to your swollen clit as he began rubbing it to bring you closer to the edge.

“There’s my girl. I can feel her clenching around me. Does she need to cum? Does she wanna soak daddy’s cock?” He spoke, “If she does— she’s gotta speak up, like a good girl does.”

Trying to wrap your head around the fact how wet this was all making you— between the noises of your mewls, the smacking of his heavy balls every time his cock would slide in and out of dripping pussy.

His cock began throbbing when he heard you finally mutter some words, “Love daddy’s cock. Makes me feel good, love feelin him here.” Your hand dragging his right where he felt his cock rutting against you and pressing softly against your warm stomach— feeling his cock inside of you.

“Fuck ‘nna have to do better than that, Angel.” Ari somehow manages to grunt out between his deep demanding thrust. “Daddy knows ya needa cum, can feel ya chokin around my cock. Speak up and use your big girl words.”

“Tell daddy why.” Ari all of demands against your lips.

“Needa milk daddy’s cock, needa ‘im to cum in me, feel him in me.” You whine out, “Fill me up daddy, wanna have your babies.”

Ari’s groan was something between primal and feral, ropes of him spilling deep into your pussy filling you full. You clench around him, your body spazzing against his as you release around his cock dragging air into your lungs.

His lips press against yours humming against them and sweeping hair stuck to your forehead. Admiring the enchanting sight, noting that this is one of the times when you look absolutely breathtaking.

Air’s suddenly returned to yours and his lungs when Ari begins pulling slowly out of you, watching coated cock in a mixture between yours and his cum. Two wobbly feet now back on the ground realizing your still at the front desk and anyone could have seen.

And before you could say anything his words bring you comfort, “No one saw Angel. Trust me.” Depositing one more kiss against your swollen lips.

“Now were you serious about getting pregnant? Because I could make that happen right here, right now, Angel.” A smirk lining his lips and hands caressing your hip bones.

A blush coating your cheeks, “I wouldn’t say if I didn’t mean it.”

Ari’s hands tightening around the divots of your hips— a promise of bruise. “What are we waiting for?” His tongue caressing his bottom lip. “Know you can’t resist the shirt, Angel.”

“You have work to do.” Tugging him closer to your lips, “Later.” Slotting your lips on his a few more times.

Eyes beaming with the promise of seeing you growing a mini him or you has his once loose pants growing tighter, “Pinky promise?” Smirking out, knowing you the answer.

“Pinky promise.”

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[acourtofimagines]

Summary: You and Tamlin had an argument and you stormed out. He gets injured while saving you from another faerie. Will your high lord let you tend to his wound?

AUTHOR NOTE: Now I’ve mentioned before I’ve only read the first book so far. But I know how he sadly changes for the worst. But there is a small place in my heart for A Court Of Thorns And Roses Tamlin. So it’ll be very rare for me to have Tamlin imagines. But when I do they will be from this book or be beauty and the beast inspired.

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You grabbed your cloak and stormed out as a roar erupted from the spring court manor. "Let him huff and puff all he wants!" you thought to yourself. “He could be so stubborn!” You hugged your cloak to yourself as you walked. It was a surprisingly cool night in the spring court. You started to take a walk in the forest. Just long enough for your hot headed lord to cool down. You had been walking for about ten minutes when you heard a twig snap. You looked around and saw nothing.

Suddenly you were knocked to the ground. A shifted faerie hovered over you pinning you down. Some kind of bear monster. "What a pretty thing you are out here all alone" it said. Before you could register anything there was a huge roar before the fae bear was knocked off of you. You scrambled up against a tree as you saw Tamlin in his beast form laying into the faerie who dared try to hurt you. Tamlin managed to hurt the fae bear badly enough that it whimpered off as he let out a harsh roar. Once he knew they were gone he turned to you and huffed. "Are you alright?" he asked. You nodded.

He stayed in his beast form as you walked home. You noticed him limping. You looked down and one of his front legs was bleeding. "You're hurt,".

"I'm fine," he huffed. Once you got home even though the hard headed faerie argued you got him to sit so you could tend to his wound. You sat on a stool in front of him and started dabbing the warm, soapy rag on the scratch marks on his arm. He jerked back and roared. "That hurts!" he shouted.

“If you'd stop moving it wouldn't hurt so bad," I told him.

"If you hadn't stormed out then maybe this wouldn't have happened!" he griped.

“Will maybe if you didn't lose your temper so easily I wouldn't have needed to storm off!" I pointed out. As I dipped a cloth again. "Now brace yourself. This will probably sting a little,". I dabbed his scratches and he hissed out a roar but didn't yell. He just let a roar rumble in his throat. "Thank you for saving me,". A few minutes pass and he gently cups your chin in his hand. He gently made you gaze into his mesmerizing green eyes.

"I know I can be an be an ass sometimes, but I love you," he said before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss.

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[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

Jooyeon XH smutty hcs pt.1

A/n: where to start with this man hmmm also don’t pay any mind to the pics they were done really fast

warningz/ info: obviously smutty lol, kissing, mentions of giving head, jooyeon oral fixation if you squint, this is written badly since it was in my drafts for so long, talk of marking up your partner, i think that’s it!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper”. This is in no way is meant to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone~

THIS IS SMUT SO PLEASE MINORS DNI

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firstly, I think he’d be a bottom. Honestly try to change my mind on this one, nah you can't. well, at least most of the time a bottom. So yeah a sassy kinda bratty bottom lmao

like sure he'll have his moments but they're pretty much far in between.

Hes also a complete nibbler when he hugs. Like, mostly nibbles your neck or ear lobe. Which I guess isn't really nsfw in itself buttt still do with that what you will

number 1/2 out of this group that when ya'll are making out he’ll excuse himself to the bathroom like twice. And youre like ??? like yeah of corse you understand what hes doing that its just that after yall have already broken the ice in that area/ yall have made each other cum like a multitude of other times so needless to say its kinda confusing why hes taking care of himself when you're right there?? It’s just like how he was before yall two took that step. *sigh*

He's just pretty much always gonna be a shy little baby and probably won’t initiate much

hes a little worried that you don’t want— no, need him as much as he needs you. You’ll just have to show him

and probably takes a minute to understand how you practically start fucking dripping at the sight of the tent in his pants.

how you want noting more than to run your hands down the expanse of his back

how—how—how—

speaking of his back… you scratch it and he’ll be in heaven. Wants to wear them proudly. Or like hickies???? Yeah that too. It’s like he’s telling the world that he’s yours. And my god does he love that thought.

A "Anywhere, anytime." Kinda guy. You're horny while ya'll are drving somehwer? Cool, he'lll pull over. Y’all are in the bread isle in Walmart? Great, the bathroom it is!

( don’t worry he’ll make sure to line the seat and spray it with Lysol lmao)

Low key high key likes it when you order him around. Noting too drastic like “shut up bitch.” But something along the lines of “come here.” Or “faster.” Ya know what can I say? Mans likes to be informed

i cannot stress this enough. He. Loves. Digging. His. Nails. And. Fingers. Into. Your. Hips. Not really to the point of leaving bruises but definitely to the point of leaving red marks/ crescent moon shaped indents. Kinda like you leaving marks on him. Like to look in the mirror at them and admire them. Or simply the next time yall are fucking he likes to see them to himself (if that makes sense) it serves as a little reminder of how close the two of yall are

has a thing for being close to you. Intimate or romantic. Whatever

liiikkkkeeee

the type of person to pull you to him 24/7 in general when y’all are having sex and or pull himself to your lips when he’s giving you head

1/2 of the: probably sometimes gets to the point where you can barely get any “work done” and you jokingly complain about it.

what can I say the man likes his kisses

Ya know how he’s a picky eater… well lemme just say in some ahem other regards he’s not lmao

like you cannot change my mind that Jooyeon isnt practically pussy drunk.

Ya know what scratch that he is pussy drunk

rip most of your free time cause once you let him get a taste he don’t wanna stop

legit probably always askin you if he can taste you. (“I swear it’ll be fast, baby. Just a couple licks”)

mans is bargaining lol/j

anyhow I can basically talk about this forever if I don’t stop now lol

~End~

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[jentledaisies]

"Guys, I wanna uhm...leave the art club."

"It's just that some people made me realize I don't really have anything to add here. Rosie is good at making murals and paintings, Jisoo is great with campaigns, Lisa has incredible ideas, and Jennie has connections everywhere. All I really do is just sit around and give moral support while you guys work your butts off. Im useless! :("

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"How could you ever suggest that? Actually, who said such idiotic things to you?" Jennie frowns, hurt crossing her eyes at the thought of you ever feeling that way.

"Y/N, how are you useless? So we are good at those things, are you not as well? Are you forgetting how you've helped us with everything, and reducing all you do to simple 'moral support'?" Rosie flicks a pencil around her fingers, too annoyed to feign care for the sketch in front of her.

"Exactly, you support us while we work on these things, and add your help when needed. Without you, imagine how tired and exhausted we would get. We rely on you, Y/N." Lisa moves forward to wrap you in a hug. "Don't say such silly things anymore. It hurts me—us. Hurts us."

Jisoo remains flipping through the pages in front of her, acting indifferent but you can faintly see how her fists clench under her sleeves. "If you want to leave the club so badly you can."

"Unnie!" Jennie scolds her immediately but yelps when Jisoo pinches her quickly.

"They can!" Jisoo argues back, looking up after marking one more thing on the page. "But you won't, will you, YN? Because you already know how much you mean to us. If you truly believed whoever told you such lies, you wouldn't have told us."

"So, why don't you tell us that person's name instead? As you already pointed out, Jennie has many connections, and we are all capable of handling them. Make this easy for us, and then we can all go out to dinner, hm?"

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[jiminrings]

i think it would b so cute to see their mushy intimacy right after their break!! i beat jk cried

478: drabble

alternatively, jungkook loves leaving hickeys <3

[ 478 masterlist ]

Something's off.

Something feels off because your sleep is suspiciously long to the point your eyes don't feel fatigued, knowing that even without looking at the time, your alarm should've rung by now.

"Jungkook," you immediately mutter as soon as you fumble around, about to grab your phone from his side of the bed (he says it's to keep you away from radiation but also to stop you from randomly getting the urge to watch videos in full brightness at the dead of night) when you feel your husband grumble in return. "Did you snooze my alarm?"

"Mhm. Definitely did," he proudly smiles, the sleepiness slowly washing off from his features because it's been twenty minutes since your alarm went off.

Jungkook's been awake for twenty minutes but he hasn't made a move since to get out of bed. He went to sleep hugging you and woke up to him still wrapped around you. His position's no different to the one he had when he was asleep, but atleast this time, he gets to feel your warmth consciously.

"Evil," you mutter with no real malice to it, tugging him closer as your head's higher than his on the pillow because it's been more frequent that he's the little spoon all throughout sleep.

You can only count down the minutes before you feel the urge to get up with the fear that you'll be late, but for now you lie still, about to be lulled back into sleep again before you feel him.

Jungkook, and his first task in the morning, was to press kisses on your neck.

He has the perfect vantage point because his head's on the pillow lower than yours is, barely having to peer up because your neck's on the open just begging to be loved.

"Jungkook."

You call him but you don't know what for, but Jungkook knows exactly why. He hums because as he carries out his first task in the morning, he pushes you to do your first task in the morning too.

To let him love on you.

Jungkook slips his tongue out to lap at the sweet spot at the side of your neck, biting softly before he sucks just gently for you to feel the pressure of his kiss, closing his lips on it before repeating when you hum in recognition.

"I have a shooting today," you say yet you don't make any active movements to stop your husband from marking you.

"Then let them see," he says nonchalantly, having this conversation with you loads of times before.

"The makeup artists would be annoyed with me and you," you counter, shifting when Jungkook moves his attention to your throat.

"Aren't you one of the highest-paid actresses this year?" Jungkook grumbles, his kisses traveling to your jaw before he hovers over your lips. He does this on purpose, making you wait and chase after him but you attempt to stand your ground this morning. "You having my marks gives them a job."

Your husband does have quite a nice thought process sometimes.

Jungkook sees your eyes roll playfully and that's when he knows you've lost the fight, smiling above you now that his weight's right on top of your body.

You still don't budge.

"You don't wanna be kissed?" he asks in a faux mock, jutting his lip out that makes your eyes narrow. Jungkook crawls under your skin sometimes, but when he does, it's a burn that soothes itself. He's a little annoying whenever he gets like this, but the way he wedges himself under your nails just makes you want to seek him out more.

You still don't budge but he already knows you did when your eyes are just piercing right through him, making him tilt his head.

"I do."

Jungkook awaits what you’ll say next but it just doesn't come, making him sport the faux pout that just annoys yet compels you badly.

"Can you atleast say please?"

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[meimei-bunnie]

Was thinking about Jiang Cheng last night, and what I understood of his character– and especially of his relationship with Wei Wuxian, because obviously, every aspect of his character is shown through the lens of their relationship owing to the fact that Wei Wuxian is the main character.

I don't think it's a bad thing, but I do wish that we could have got some serious in-depth of a lot of characters from their own perspectives, but it works for me and my overactive brain to fill in the gaps.

I genuinely feel heartbroken over their relationship because I know that the love is there, and always will be. Even if it's now tainted with too many harsh words and spilt blood, the love is still there. The problem lies in how Jiang Cheng was raised.

At first, I used to think that Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan are not that bad of parents but after thinking over it, I have realised that they are not good either. In fact, when it comes to Jiang Cheng, they did a terrible job. JFM essentially neglected JC because of his similarity to his mother, leaving him craving for love. YZY on the other hand, constantly put him down by comparing him to WWX.

Both of these things became a core part of how JC thinks and feels. He never received unconditional love from his parents, and his relationship was strained with WWX, but he still loves them all. He is a classic Slytherin, in my opinion. He is definitely ambitious and loves his cultivation but another thing that I characterize Slytherins by is the difference in which they treat those inside their circle and outside their circle.

So, for JC, the people inside this circle are: JFM, YZY, WWX & JYL (and afterwards JL, but that's inconsequential to this post since I'm focusing more on the JC before WWX's resurrection). Even if they treat him badly, he loves them to death. He would go to the world's end for them, and all he wants in return is for them to be by his side.

Which is what WWX fails to do after the Wen situation. (I'm not blaming him, I totally support WWX's decision; I'm just painting it from JC's pov.) At a time when he had lost his parents and JYL was getting married and going away, the only tether for him was WWX– so when he chose the Wens (outsiders, for JC) and demonic cultivation over him, it was betrayal for him.

I believe there are 3 feelings that ruined their relationship, from JC's side: ① betrayal ② jealousy ③ loneliness.

The feeling of betrayal ties in to the loneliness heavily. At the root of everything is the fact that JC struggles with love; he loves deeply, but doesn't quite know how to express it at times because his own parents were lousy at doing that. (I wanna give him a tight hug so bad ugh.)

The jealousy... Well, that's the factor that ruined it the most. And I believe that if only JFM had looked past the fact that JC's mother is YZY, and had loved him as freely as he did WWX, and if YZY had not constantly compared them, then JC could have grown up without the compulsive need to constantly compare himself to WWX. It's not that he does it on purpose, but something that's wired in him because of the glaring difference in them that his parents keep pointing out, whether it's with his actions or her words.

The thing is... WWX was literally the worst person to compare himself to. He was literally a genius, a prodigy, a once-in-a-generation kind of cultivator. And also a classic Gryffindor example. Brave, reckless and strong sense of justice. That's what marks the main difference between them.

JC would choose his family/inner circle over justice. WWX would choose justice over his family/inner circle.

Those feelings of betrayal, jealousy and loneliness come out in the form of misplaced anger and hatred in the 13 years WWX is gone on every person who does demonic cultivation. I feel like JC was trying to find him too, but it was in equal parts love and equal parts hatred.

The point in the climax when he gets angry at WWX and mocks him about how good he is, and constantly better than JC that he even gives away his golden core– that scene hurt me so much. I was really upset with him, but well, his words struck me. Even now, he is still comparing himself to WWX. He has always tried to catch up to the image of WWX, in hopes of gaining his mother's pride and his father's love and even long after they are gone, he feels the need to prove himself to the rest of the world that he is Jiang Cheng. He is Jiang Wanyin, heir to the Yunmeng Jiang clan and worthy of leading them.

It's literally no secret how much he despises that everyone sees him as someone 'not Jiang like'. Their motto doesn't match him. But WWX does. WWX gets his father's love freely. WWX is the talented cultivator that everyone praises and sees, and it's never him. Never JC.

He spent his entire life trying to catch up to WWX, then chasing him in hatred, only to realise that he never could. No matter what he did, he would never measure up to WWX. And he is grateful, he is thankful for what WWX did, but it came out in the usual way all his feelings do: anger and derision. That scene hurts, but it made me finally understand JC.

Honestly, my biggest takeaway from all this was that JC deserved better parents. I love him and I love WWX and I want their relationship to be better desperately but knowing that with all that has happened, I also know it's going to be really really hard. I still want to believe in my own hc that post-canon, they sit down and talk like mature adults and get all this out of the way.

Be the brothers they always should have been, even if they can't be the Twin Heroes of Yunmeng anymore.

(Sorry this got a little long hahaha~)

Edit: And I just want to add that JC never needed to compare himself or 'catch up' to WWX. That's where his parents failed him. Nobody telling him that he is enough and wonderful and loved as he is. I would love to jump in and just, give him a tight hug and say all these things to the younger JC. That I'm proud of him. That's he's enough.

#meimei rants #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #wei wuxian #character study #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #yunmeng bros #my thoughts on their relationship #disc: this is my interpretation and opinion #feel free to disagree I'm not forcing or insisting anything #would love to know your thoughts if they differ!

[chubbybunyu]

Kazuscara OTP tickle questions

So I saw the OTP tk ask game going around again, and I know this technically isn't how you're supposed to do it but I am. Brainrotting. About these two sO BADLY I HAD TO GET THIS OUT before I disappear back into the void lmao

✨️So here I go ehe✨️

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1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh? Kazuha! His laugh and giggles are so airy and just the right amount of raspy uGH I wanna hear him laugh all day...

Wanderer's laugh is really cute too but man's screaming half of the time. Tho one thing that makes him almost cuter than Zuzu is that he starts hiccupping if you tickle him long enough~

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be? I'm not saying that neck is an unusual spot, but I think Wanderer's made_in_Inazuma mark is ridiculously sensitive-- if Wanderer is acting bratty in public, Zuzu just uses his vision to make a gentle breeze brush against the spot and Wanderer stops whatever he's doing as if he slammed into a wall and turns to pout at the other sdfghfh But also when they're alone Kazuha LOVES peppering it with tiny kisses and Wanderer is in stitchessss hehe

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles? Wanderer 100% and it's so effective and he's sO GRUMPY ABOUT IT like my god he wants to be mad about it bc it doesn't fit his ✨️mean aesthetics✨️ but he can't help but just giggle and feel like his head is getting all fuzzy n happy when Zuzu scoops him up and gently tickles him all over until he's feeling better again

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt? B o t h, but Wanderer definitely learned from Kazuha ahah. And they both wear so many layers that it's a weekly occurrence and at this point they're so used to both of them taking advantage of it that they just automatically start to panic a little when they realize they're stuck, so if the other hadn't noticed it on their own they sure would now sdfghj

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness? Wanderer was probably breaking records being annoying and buzzing around Kazu's head, provoking him in one way or another and he just got fed up and grabbed his ankle to pull him down, but to both of their surprise Wanderer fell out of the air on his very own accord (accompanied with an adorably uncharacteristic squeak, I might add) bc the feeling startled him so much lmao and Zuzu did NOT leave him be until he admitted he was ticklish (I think y'all can imagine how Kazuha coaxed that out of him~)

And afterwards Wanderer tried to tease it out of Kazuha too but he just straight up admitted with a chuckle that "ofc I'm ticklish" and Wanderer could Not wrap his head around how he wasn't even slightly embarrassed about it lmao

6. Who can’t take tickle bites? Kazuha oh my gosh, he melts in seconds. I also think that Wanderer's teeth are a bit sharper than normal so his nibbles are DEADLY. And he knows that.

7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning? Hmm, neither has trouble in the morning, but I think Wanderer has to be tickled INTO bed sometimes. Sure, he technically doesn't need sleep but Zuzu wants to cuddle at night and if Wanderer's being difficult about it (which he usually isn't bc Kazuha's cuddles are god tier) he just gets dragged to bed, locked into a hug and tickled until he gets tired enough to actually fall asleep himself too hehe

8. Who gives up in a tickle fight? Wanderer, the feeling still catches him off guard quite a bit, especially when it goes on for a while since tickling has been introduced to him quite recently, so if you manage to pin him down he's done~

But once he gets a bit more used to it he'll be a dangerous opponent for sure///

9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other? Kazu, Wanderer f l a i l s. Not a single limb is left unused in his attempts of breaking free if you tickle him hard enough He'll still pout if you stop too soon tho

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how? Wanderer~ His brattiness goes up a notch and he seems to find something to playfully bicker about over everything, and it all is accompanied with a faint blush (that he will deny to the end of time) and an occasional glance at Zuzu's hands. So subtle~

But Kazuha also somehow manages to provoke him into GETTING tickled from time to time. Don't ask him how, Wanderer has no goddamn idea but it just. Keeps. Happening.

#when I say my every waking moment is consumed by these two rn......... #I've been planning on doing art about them as well but work has been Brutal sobs #also kdfhsj if anyone WANTS to send me other genshin pairings for this go for it hahah I'd love to share more headcanons✨️ #genshin tickles #otp tk game #lee wanderer #ler wanderer #lee kazuha #ler kazuha

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟐.𝟎

Made some Mary headcanons a long while back but for some reason the link doesn't work anymore and no matter what I put in the search bar on my blog they don't come up? So idk if they've been deleted without me knowing or what. But oh well, at least we're getting new and improved ones this time! These will naturally include spicy headcanons so minors DNI thank you!

A he/they king (thank you Tobias, you will always be an icon)

Doesn't feel any desire to have surgery or go on HRT. They're comfortable in their own body and with being AMAB; they're just not always male

They're an undead creature that's probably the closest to a vampire you'll find outside of Ghost and the Ministry

He doesn't really talk about how he became what he is now. It's not that he doesn't want to tell you, he's just not ready to talk about it in detail to anyone outside of the band

He started learning the guitar as a pre-teen when his parents saved up to buy him a guitar in the hopes that it would give him something to focus on instead of getting into trouble

And oh boy did they underestimate how much he'd love that guitar and how passionate he'd become about playing

Mary does sing and he has a beautiful singing voice

Much prefers growling and screaming however, so they don't sing often

Gave himself his own ear piercings using a sewing needle that he sanitised beforehand

His other piercings he had done professionally because he didn't want to risk it going wrong and not being able to play with the band for a while

Their first tattoo is one they got on their left ass cheek of a zombie bite mark surrounded by blood and torn flesh

Swears like a sailor constantly

Customised their own battlevest and has even made some for his bandmates too

Very tactile and affectionate towards you and their bandmates. Hugs from behind, kisses, lingering touches, holding hands or linking pinkies, they love it all and more

A generally very horny person

Regularly gets used by his bandmates

They joke that they're the band's cum slut (they're not wrong)

If you wanna date Mary, you'll have to be okay with them fucking and them being in somewhat of a relationship with their bandmates too

Will happily share you with them, but only if you're okay with that

Has a blood kink (obviously) so if you ever nick your finger or hurt yourself in a way that produces blood be ready for him to be all over you, desperate to lick it up with their dick straining against their pants all the while

Also has a necrophilia kink. He loves the fact that because he's technically dead he's always taking part in that kink and that just makes him even hornier

Absolutely steals your underwear. They either cum on them while they touch themselves or they'll breath in the scent and stuff them in their mouth while they fuck their hand or a nearby sex toy

Speaking of toys, he has a variety of them

Keeps his toys properly and thoroughly sanatised and clean because he shares them with you and his bandmates

If you were able to magically summon tentacles to fuck him with, he'd be in heaven. The thought of an otherworldly apendage greedily fucking and sucking at him in multiple places at once is one of his greatest fantasies

Will choke you and also enjoys being choked in return

Generally, he's a switch

If they bottom, they're likely to be a brat and you'll need to put them in their place by any means

They don't have many hard limits apart from non-con. They refuse to take part in rape fantasies and non-con and they won't budge on that. They tried that kink once and it freaked them out badly

Other than that, Mary is pretty open to trying anything once. Cutting him? Go for it. Cock cages? Baby, that's tame to him. Wanna make him piss on you then use his tongue to clean you up? Whatever floats your boat, he won't judge!

No matter how intense or calm a scene is, they very much need aftercare afterwards. If you refuse to give him aftercare, that's it you've blown it. They need to know that you care about their wellbeing and will look after them just as much and thoroughly as they'll look after you

#spicy content #mary goore #repugnant #headcanons

[quandaryqueen]

First time with the Riddlers please?

First time with the Riddlers

Hi omg, I hope I did justice for your request! It took a few hours brainstorming but here it is!

🔞 MINORS DNI

💚 Gotham

You've been in a relationship, bonds were shared, riddles were thrown, kisses and hugs too. There were heated exchanges behind closed doors between the two but it stops there. But then there's a certain tension floating between you that can't be satiated by innocent touches. Suddenly your touches were prolonged, holding on so tight and you just never want to let go.

Before the relationship was deeper than it was, you talked how you should take things slow. You both to an agreement to do so and with that in mind, and the tension at the current moment, there was hesitance. When he'd leave kisses on your neck, how he thinks how a mark on your neck would be ravishing on you, he'd stop. Not because he wanted to tease you. By god, if this if you could even call it teasing at this point, it's just him stopping and trying to get rid of the thought and leaving you unintentionally breatheless and wanting more. Talk about slow burn. Too slow burn.

So when there was the silent resign and finally overcoming the hurdle of hesitance, either of you held back with the touches. Fiery, ardent were his kisses and the way he hold you close tells you how much he waited for this, how he can finally show you more of his love in this aspect.

Edward had you under him, lips connected with yours. Sharp air from his nose hits your skin already heated skin from the touch he induces. Dexterous fingers working its way on the end of your shirt, barely reaching to touch your skin under it, afraid that if he were to feel you bare you'd be uncomfortable. But as his fingers made an attempt to move away, your hand landed atop his, and guide his hand in your shirt.

"It's okay... I want you too..." Came from your lips from the short pause before it reconnects with his. And with that confirmation, he finds his confidence to mold his hand against the curves of your body, and explored the rest of it.

💚 Young Justice

"Wanna study at my place?"

Look, he knows the implication of it. It is also amplified by the fact that he has the massive feels for you. But his self-esteem goes as far as to remind him that there's just no way someone will go out of their way to invite him to their place. Besides, you're just friends! 

Who in their right mind would bed him? Apparently, you.

Because once he arrived in your place, you lead him to your bedroom. He was confused at first, thinking the living room is utmost suitable for such occasions but whatever, perhaps you were comfortable studying there.... Admittedly, he can't help but to... Feel. Studying? In your room? With only the two of you? Gosh it sounds like it's straight from his day dreams. He frantically shoves those thoughts aside as if you could read his thoughts, shaking his head in hopes of swaying his head away from the control of his other head. He didn't notice you locking the door behind you, nor did he mention how oddly silent you were. But perhaps the feeling was mutual

"Do you have the books the professor— EEK!" He jumps when he felt your arms around his waist, your breath against his ear. Washed by the scent of you upon entering the house, he didn't expect you closing around him and give him a first hand experience. He was guilty to feel accustomed with the feeling, how he immediately melted to your touch. God, did you wanted him this badly, too?

"God it feels good to finally hold you like this... I think I might have gone insane if I wait for you to finally make a move."

So you knew? And you felt the same? And you were impatient and took initiatives?

In his sudden revelation, thoughts travelled across his head, it didn't register to him that his silence must've felt rejection to you. He only snaps out of it when he no longer felt the warmth that engulfed him.

"I-I'm sorry, gosh... Y-you can forget it, let's not talk about it— fuck I—"

Words were of no use to him when what he feels about you can only be voiced out by his action. And since you no longer took the initiative to make use of the assertion you have given him earlier. He eagerly takes over, turning around, plucking you by the chin and taking you in for a kiss that says it all. And he further makes his feelings known to you with your clothes and his lying by the foot of your bed, Gotham's resident nerd pistoning in and out of you with fervour.

💚 Arkhamverse (Specifically, Origins)

After finding yourselves amidst a weary night of celebration, you took it upon yourselves to make things interesting. At first it was just an idle conversation outside of the ongoing house party, sharing a bottle of alcohol and perhaps a stick of cigarette, eyeing each other with a certain fondness. And then you were inside his car, tinted windows rolled up and still parked outside the party venue, and yet you have you very own party at the backseat.

"Are you sure?"

For the first time you spoke at the duration of the heated exchange in his car, your voice came out hoarse and eager. Peering from your lashes, looking up to meet his green eyes, his glasses were askew.

Unable to find his voice, he can only nod. Working with his belt and his zipper, Edward felt himself shiver when you reached to stroke his length through his underwear. A breathey moan from the depths of his voice was interrupted when you connected your lips, whilst maintaining a slow, yet steady strokes on his throbbing cock. His hands rest upon your arms, holding on so tightly to ground himself from the immense even solely from your fingers. Pulling on his waistband, you completely rid him off the tight constraints.

"You can tell me to stop anytime..." Your lips left his and found its way down, your breath hitting the juncture of his neck and shoulders whilst your hand wrapped itself around him, starting out with gentle, experimental strokes to test the waters.

"Don't stop..." He rasps amid his heavy breathing, biting his lip and bucking his hip to feel more of you. "Faster..."

"How demanding." You cock a lopsided smile against his neck, but complied nonetheless, picking up the pace and watching him crumble in your hands.

He released the moans he's intended to keep unheard, his hand shooting up instinctively to cover his mouth. You reach for his hand with the other, lacing your fingers through his.

"Please don't. I love hearing your voice." He melts under your gaze, adding in the fact that you gently placed a kiss on his knuckle as well. Your lips then returned to his neck, your teeth sinking in his flesh. Between the tender kisses and the friction below, he gets off from the fact that you're giving attention, and most especially praises, he began to feel a coil form and a twitch on his leg.

"Y/N—!" He exclaims, his grip on your hand tightening. The coil in his stomach about to burst out, when you stopped.

His eyes opens, unaware of the tears that made its way out of his eyes. He pants, watching your slip off your bottoms and staddle him. His hands finds its way on the collar of your shirt, lips between his teeth. And when you sank yourself, he lets out the loudest moan he has ever let out, his hands bunching fisting the fabric of your shirt.

He knows that he won't be able to walk normally for the next week, but god was it worth.

💚 Year Zero

If Gotham Edward Nygma is unintentionally delaying the touch you need, out of fear that it makes you uncomfortable, this sadistic fuck does it intentionally because he enjoys seeing you squirm when you don't receive his full attention, leave you wanting more. The man enjoys a good slow burn. He's in it for the fucking thrill of it all, how you'd chase after him and he'd pretend like he didn't just leave you like a mess in the corridors when he stood too close and yet so far, that his lips almost met yours. He lives to see the intoxication in your eyes how chilled your skin is to the touch when he'd approach you. How you wouldn't be able to think straight after the encounter and when you'd look at him, you'd be denying your lustful thoughts with a grimace.

I guess you could say that it's him loosening your buttons up, but at this point he can just fucking rip your shirt off.

"Well, it seems that it's just you and I, Y/N. Alone." You couldn't bear to look at him, knowing thoughts would rush in your head if you were to meet his cocky chartreuse gaze. "What should we do?" He practically purrs, taking a seat on the table positioned next to you, crossing his thigh atop the other. His foot brush your tensed form, running it up and down against your leg, watching closely as you further stiffen at the point of shaking in your seat.

He loves how he has so much an effect towards you, that he'd render you quiet. He wonders whether you'd become pliant to his bidding with his touches alone. Imagine that, the powerful (villain name) at his beck and call.

"The most logical thing, Edward, wait for the others to arrive." You answer shakily from frustration. God this man is going to make you act up if he doesn't stop this.

"But they seem to be running late. I would hate to spend my time idling around instead of... Doing something worth my time..." Edward coyly answers, with a confident smirk fixed on his lips, he watches as your narrowed gaze flick to his leg and momentarily up at him. He finds one of the satisfaction of this game when your face flushed, flustered. He resumes to his slow leg strokes. "You know, you really ought to loosen up, (Villain name), it's just me—"

For the first time Edward finds himself at a shock when you stood from your seat, pressing his back against the long table, and pinned his wrist above his head. With your face near his, his eyes darts to your lips and realised just how close you were. Finally, you were able to cast your darkened gaze against his wide ones and upon meeting your eyes, his usual bravado returns.

He chortles, his body vibrating beneath you. "I just told you to loosen up, Y/N, no need to be so—"

Your lips crashed upon his and finally, finally relieved some of the tension he instilled within you. You love hearing his voice but god, you'd do anything to make him quiet for a little while.

"Shut the fuck up for once, would ya?" You growled, before taking in his lips again.

"Having your way with me... On the meeting table... Where our fellow rogues and inferiors might see? Oh so that's how desperate you are for me—" with each pause, he spoke between your feverish kisses and yet he finds himself enjoying every single second of it. And you think you have dominance over him? Oh please—

He thought so soon, but then you untied your belt and tied his wrist together. He was visibly taken aback when you did so, staring at you with wide eyes.

"To repeatedly push me over the edge, only to leave me dangling really is something Eddie. You get off of seeing me bite my lip, clench my thighs together and leave me breatheless. You had your fun," You secure the belt around his wrist, making sure it was tight, but not tight enough to hurt him. "Now it's my turn." And he doesn't mind that.

"Well... Make me regret it then."

#edward nygma #edward nigma #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #edward nashton #fox gotham #gotham edward nygma #arkham riddler #gotham riddler x reader #gotham edward nygma x reader #arkham origins #edward nashton x reader #year zero riddler #gotham rogues #young justice riddler x reader #young justice riddler #request #quirkyrahne28