Tumgik
#it makes me go 😈 so mission accomplished
erensonly · 21 days
Text
thinking about sweet data analyst!reader being quiet as a mouse always scaring the boys. scares them so much they think abt getting her a bell. lets get into some backstory bc this may be a mini series 😈
contains: extreme fluff, ooc writing, love is used as a pet name, no pronouns used, references to DV pls read at your own discretion.
you were the new data analyst for the 141. before, you only worked with Kate, gathering and analyzing data for her but she thought you would be so much more helpful to the task force since their old analyst had retired. you were hesitant at first, not really wanting to be around a group of men. why should you leave your comfort zone?
this did not work with laswell. she had taken you in after you stumbled to the gates of the base, attempting to stop crying to give them an explanation and sporting bruises on your face and hands. luckily she had been there to meet with john when she had heard the guards complaining about a crying woman refusing to leave. she had helped you in more than one way. even allowing you to stay with her until you could find a job and move by yourself.
when she had found out you knew your way around computers, her face lit up like a christmas tree, telling you she had the perfect job for you. you were hesitant to take the job, knowing the work she did involved the military, you didn't know if you wanted to take the job. you had tried to convince her that it was fine, but once laswell has her mind made up, that's it.
thats how you ended up here, wanting oreos. you didn't mean to scare them at first. they were a little scary and you wanted nothing to do with them at first.
you just wanted the oreos but ghost was in the way, facing the opposite way with his head in his phone. you stood there awkwardly at first,not wanting to ask the big man to move but you really wanted those cookies. you stand there for a bit debating if you'll wait for him to leave the room or grow some balls and just ask him to move. you decided on doing neither.
you made your way towards him as quickly as you could; the plan was to just reach up and grab the chocolate cookies so you could go back to your desk before ghost could say anything. trying to get closer to the cabinet, you find yourself pushed up against the counter, a large hand wrapped around your wrist. when he realized it was you, he let you go with a big sigh. "scared the shit out of me. when did you get in here?"
"uh.. not too long ago." that was all you could muster, the man was too intimidating. you awkwardly shuffled towards the cabinet with the cookies and reached up to get them. mission accomplished, you thought to yourself. slithering back to your desk, you leave ghost stunned and only able to mutter a quick "bloody hell" before going back to his phone.
----
the next time you interact with the 141 outside of working it's with gaz. from the small conversations you had, he seemed very nice with a kind smile and calming aura. this time you were trying to make your way to price's office to give him a manila folder with the information he requested. you had walked to the door but heard talking, maybe he was busy. you decided that you would wait to give him the folder so you wouldn't have to speak to whoever was in the office.
it felt like time was going so slow and by the time the person had walked out, you were leaning against the corner of the wall, head against the wall in a way that you had have to almost round the corner to be able to see you. you looked up, and the man look like he just had a heart attack. clutching his chest like he was clutching his pearls and purse and breathing heavily. "Jesus, love,gotta say something. have you been waiting out here long? you could've just came in, y'know?" all the questions were becoming overwhelming when you just gripped his lips to silence him.
it took his look of surprise and a bit of thought to realize what you did. you had just grabbed the lips of a soldier. not just any soldier but a heavily decorated soldier who was apart of The john price's task force. he could kill you faster than you can say you're sorry. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to, you just kept talking and i didnt know what to do. please don't kill me." you had finished your mini rant only to see him doubled over in laughter. he was in tears.
"did you just silence me?" he asked between laughs. you didn't understand what the hell was funny, this man is going to kill you. while he was still laughing and trying to get soap on the phone, you tiptoed into price's office to give him the folder, telling him that if he found you dead on base it was gaz before scurrying out of his office. john was left looking confused because he had just heard kyle laughing a few seconds ago.
----
next was soap. sweet, sweet soap. he genuinely did his best to welcome you into their group, but you didn't really seem interested. he eventually just took any interaction you two had and replayed it in his head over and over again. you were just so sweet, how could he not? you still got lost on base sometimes since everything was one monotone grey and everything looked the same. and it was just your luck that the only people around were new recruits and other people you never spoke to. turning, you see soap heading toward the mess hall.
when you sped up to catch him, he's surprised. he even did that cartoon cat jump they do before running off. he started saying something in a language you don't understand when you cut him off. "not sure what you're saying but i agree. anyway, where's the gym? i need to ask ghost a question." he was shocked to see you turn around and wait for him to lead the way. he couldn't help the smile that came across his face. such a hasty girl; you always said everything you needed to say as fast as you could before turning away, giving him a look at allat movement back there.
he laughed again before helping you find ghost. and you still don't get why these men find you so funny. there is nothing funny about them being so scary.
----
lastly, we got my husband john. he was made aware of your situation and why you acted the way you did before you started working under him. he couldn't help but think you were a sweet, hard working little thing. never with much to say, and so skittish. he may have told you that he doesn't know how to access the files on his computer just so he can see you come to his office with a folder. is it a crime to want to see such a sweet face?
john had told you he would like to see you after debriefing and that he would just let you know. but you had already finished your work of the day an you spent your free time playing whatever games you could access on your computer. you eventually started to feel restless so you decided to sit in price's office until he got there. there was a couch in a corner of the room, worn but comfortable. you could imagine the boys laying on the couch talking mindlessly to john.
you had sunken into the corner of the couch, curling up in a way that you would have to step completely into the office to see you sitting there. it had been a good 10 minutes of sitting in silence before you heard footsteps approaching the door. you couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but it sounded like john was on the phone. he, not long after, walked into the room, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear with a stack of folders in his hands.
"-exactly. yeah i'll be on it right away. bye." and as he's turning around, you're sitting up straighter and he yells. and i mean one of those old people, "help i've fallen" type of yelps; and he drops his files on the floor. you just give him a blank stare.
"good God. when did you get in here?" you just shrug, brushing over the question. "what was it that you needed from me sir?" that's when he knew, you were going to be the death of the 141. literally.
496 notes · View notes
erina-leah · 1 year
Note
Can I request some fluffy headcanons with Sanji and Zoro ( separately ) with them pulling ( gender neutral ) reader into their lap for cuddles? :3
A/N: This prompt is so cute!! Hope you enjoy :) and sorry it’s so late 😳
CW: fluff, Sanji and Zoro x GN!reader
Zoro:
It was a quiet and sunny afternoon on the deck of the Sunny, and the King of Sleep was, of course, taking a catnap.
You were craving attention from your mans, so you approached him.
He didn’t move an inch, but he was perceptive enough to know that you were there.
Huffing, you poke his cheek in order to get his attention, to which he grumbled.
“Hey, grumpy! Are you gonna sleep all day?”
Zoro opened one eye and looked at you. “I thought about it. What do you want?”
The audacity.
“We barely talked all day! Maybe I want attention from my partner. But oh well, I’ll just go chat with the Love Cook instead—“
“Shut up and sit with me.”
Before you could walk away, he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into his lap. Mission accomplished 😈
As you sit with him, he’ll hold you around your waist as your head rests in his boobieschest.
He LOVES to bury his face in your hair, taking in your scent. It’s intoxicating to him more than his favorite sake
He’ll probably doze off while holding you, but if you two are awake he’ll run his hands through your hair and place small kisses on your forehead
Don’t listen to his grumpy ass, he loves this.
Sanji:
You wanted a cold drink, so you headed to the kitchen when you saw Sanji sitting and reading a cookbook of his, looking for new recipes to try.
His face lights up as he sees you walk in (he’s so in love)
“Y/N-San! What are you up to, love?”
Once you tell him and grab your drink, he invites you to stay with him.
“Come and sit with me! Let me know if you think any of these look tasty, and I’ll make it just for you!”
You stand behind him as you look at the book over his shoulder. He flips through the pages and tells you facts about different recipes as his eyes glowed. He’s so passionate when talking about cooking it’s precious
You ask about a certain dish, and as he’s explaining he pulls you closer with you ending up in his lap.
After ensuring that you’re comfortable, he snakes an arm around our waist and continues flipping through the pages.
But oh boy, you are so distracting.
Eventually he forgets about the cook book and starts nuzzling into your neck and hugging you.
Baby girl cannot get enough of you. Prepare to be showered in kisses and affection bc you are not getting away now <3
614 notes · View notes
marwhoa · 1 year
Text
request: I was wondering if you could switch the roles, Like Leo or all the boys get into a bad situation, that quickly turns dangerous, When out of nowhere, Badass reader comes in and saves the day! With a mutant reader please, Like the reader is very big and scary, Or very short and goblin like 😈, Like a little menace. (And maybe the reader is very funny and immatuređŸ„ș?)
Tumblr media
🝼 “ target practice “
platonic!rise!leo x goblin!reader
author’s notes: i’m so distraught right now because tumblr forced me into light mode. My eyes: hurt, my pride: broke, my water for my noodles: boiling. Anyways, I hope you like this, requester, and my apologies for vanishing into the void for months :))))
word count: 2.2k
Tumblr media
Beneath an orange morning sky, in a village of few citizens, a little green goblin was doing away with a crime. Mucked up hands shoveled the soft red dirt into a hole until it was full. Y/N smoothed out the dirt around them desperately. A muddy hand tucked red locks behind their ear, They had just now successfully buried away a certain accident or two involving 1.) explosives and 2.) their mother’s special pot. While it wasn’t entirely their fault, there was no way in hell their mother was going to be discovering this
 Well, it didn’t even look like a pot anymore. It looked like a gunsman had released a thousand years of anger out on the poor clay vessel—and it basically was when you really think about it.
See, this particular goblin had been testing out newfound magic of theirs—runes that ignited the second it hit a surface. Hard. So of course their first plan was to get an arrow’s head, rune it, attach it to a bow, and begin target practice in the backyard. With the sun above as their only witness, Y/N pulled back on their bow, zeroed in on their target—an innocent knitted cat with buttons for eyes—and let go. The arrow struck within seconds, and an explosion followed shortly after.
A sinister grin played on their features, only to dissipate into pure fear as they realized the rock poor Missus Mittensmith, the plush cat, sat on had turned to tissue at the might of their magic.
Following the path of projection, Y/N could imagine their mother leaning up against a shovel before a dug-up grave very soon as they inspected the crime scene—a creamy soup was slopping down the windowsill, through the broken-open clay pot with teensy holes through it on the other side.
“ Ha-haaaah
 Luckily mum wasn’t home, but.. “
So yeah, the obvious course of action was to take the evidence and bury it—no butt-whoopins tonight! Patting the soil in a desperate way to make it as inconspicuous as possible, you stood up and gave a few shifty glances around, checking for the coast to be clear. Atop a hill of red dirt, a grave in which no one but yourself knew about now existed. There was nothing to see for miles, or well, for at least a 16 minute walk from your house
“ Mission accomplished
 But now what, I still want to practice
 ”
As the guilty weight stepped off your shoulders, a heavy sigh of relief dragged out—only for your breath to hitch in your throat, stopped at its gates as you heard heavy footsteps come and stop behind you. A gasp from the mystery person followed.
A million thoughts raced by instantly. One thought played out a frightening scene, of Mother standing behind you. She was heaving angrily, eyes vibrating as they put two and two together and realized your crime. Oh please do not let that be the reality, you begged any unforeseen force. Who could be here? Please, say it wasn’t Mom, you pleaded to the deities while turning your head slowly to meet your demise

Only, the one behind you wasn’t Mother—it wasn’t even someone familiar, not anyone from your village, at least. This dude was a yokai of sorts, of the turtle variant possibly, and boy did he seem like he was looking at a ghost right now.
“ hoo boy—“
The gap between him and you grew with each hesitant step he took backwards, both your eyes locked in a curious yet cautious gaze. Soon, he would twirl the incredibly-sharp, blue-handled katana you had long since caught sight of in his hand. Had it not been for the peculiarity of this interaction and how little time there was to respond, the weapon would have frightened you beyond belief. Some fearful thoughts weaseled into your head, like “ is he from one of the warring territories across the river? “ or “ had the gods favored this pot that much that they would cut me down at the scene of the crime?! “ and even a sly, quiet thought that rubbed its hands together mischievously, “ 
 can i practice my magic on him? “
Instead, the “ yokai “ pivoted and swung his sword, spooking out a flinch as you assumed you were his target. Rather than meeting your end, a swirling magic, elliptical and blue as the shifting sky above, followed the slice of his blade.
Now here’s where the true absurdity begins. Any normal person with a sense of self preservation would hightail it away as soon as this stranger turned his back. They would flee with their life, hoping to get away before their pursuer can strike them down!
But you? Why, this recent development of magic has to go somewhere, and why would it choose anywhere except straight to your head? Recklessly, your feet dug into the dirt, forcing your body up to follow the strange man through his portal.
Electricity passed over your body, shocking and tingling you—disorienting, even. When you were finally through, missing the portal’s snapping shut by just a hair, your body met the ground and rolled to the side, assuming cover behind some wooden crates. Your back pressed against it as your breathing attempted to sooth the thundering heart in your chest.
“ Ughhh
. Why’d I do that
 And.. ”
With blurred vision, you rubbed your eyes a few times and took in the neon ‘scape surroundings. There were rich, vibrant purples, blaring yellow-hued lights, and reds dotting here and there. Wherever you were, it was far from the scene of home.
“ Where
 am I? “
Curious eyes soak up the scene, taking in the sight of a purple-y blur dashing towards a weirdly dressed man, stopping short with skidding footsteps as a portal whirred from the villain’s hands. A little boy with odd clothing, unlike the others, stumbled through and slammed hard into the chest of the stranger with a shriek. As soon as the boy clonked into the other, there was a pop of sparkles and he was gone.
A red flash bursts, enlarging and swinging a fist towards the man, only to glitch and crackle until the form popped as yet another portal opened up and dropped a lady in different yet sort of familiar attire fell from the sky and was caught by the ruby stranger. She stared at the behemoth, shrieked, and then was enveloped in sparkles too, vanishing seconds later.
As you started recognizing these three may have been related to the one you followed, a battle cry of sorts dragged your attention over as you watched a boy in orange ignite fiery nunchucks and lunge them at who you deduced was either the bad guy, the punching bag, or a poor bystander. Before the villain could respond, the orange boy’s attack was disturbed by a random portal opened up. Out ran a girl in strange attire and a large hourglass wand, stumbling straight into and tumbling them both down to the ground. She, um
 Well, she probably wasn’t related to the villain.
There was a glint of evil in your eyes as your palms came together, preparing to take an arrow and send it flying into the fray, successfully joining the battle for more than selfish reasons. Ducking back behind the crate, your hands readied themselves to reach for the familiar wooden arrows—that is, until someone’s name was yelled, loud enough to stir your intrigue.
Peeking from behind the crate, your eyes soaked up the scene of the villainous man in a strange outfit—the clothing was fitted, unlike that of the fashion back home which was composed of more flowing, breathable material. This figure wore black clothing, with sleek pants that followed the frame of his legs. It was such a strange get-up, but even stranger was the four mystic fighters that were now struggling amidst rope.
“ Leo, I told you I had it—I was going in for the hit! “
Grumbled a turtle-like yokai with bands of violet adding pops of color against their green skin. The next to respond looked like the blue you followed, Leo?— he groaning out annoyedly.
“ And I would have had it better, with more pizazz, if you hadn’t gotten in my way! “
“ Focus, both of you! “
“ Yeah, and who cares who would have had it when we’re all tied UP! “
The much larger figure growled out, banded with red and a sharp-toothy scowl, followed by the smallest of the four as he kicked his legs for emphasis.
Curiosity ran through your body, crackling and surging right on down to the flick of your ear as the current situation was a puzzle coming to completion in the moment: if they were the good—or mediocre—guys, now tied up, then that surely made the man in strange, fitted attire the bad guy, right?
And who better to practice magic on than the big baddie. The energy boiling inside of you manifested into a magic that just begged to be weaponized. It had to go somewhere; didn’t it? Yeah, so let’s do that, and then worry about this strange place later.
Great idea, surely nothing wrong with it.
Wait, bow, where is it? Frantic hands patted up and down before finally resting on the bow secured on your back. Thank god you had placed it there. Imagine being in this situation, empty-handed?


Where’s your quiver
?
“ I do say, perhaps you lot would be so much happier in another time and place, hmm? “
The figure circled the roped-up heroes, grinning as he clasped his hands and twiddled the fingers against themselves.
“ Oh, great, I’ve always wanted to be sent to another era by a villain in an ill fitting suit, he said sarcastically. “
“ Donnie! “
With narry an arrow in sight, you searched for the next best thing.
A nearby rock, unaware of its soon-to-come demise, was plucked up by your sneaky hands. Shaky fingers traced amateur lines, neater than the first set, but messier than perfect, until innate arcane energy illuminated the rock with fiery symbols.
A little bit of fumbling with the bow wasted time until you realized the rock wasn’t actually a good option at an arrow, but you know what it was good for?
“ Ah yes, to the Roman Empire I’ll send you lot. How does 1 AD sound? “
Before the dapper villain could even begin his send off, a rock clonked right into his forehead. There was a teensy tiny second in which everyone wore a confused face, except one whose blue hues, ignited in arcana, had immediately turned to the direction it came from. His gaze snapped to their villain as the projectile exploded.
Another soared by, clinking and exploding in the villains face.
Lo and behold, another followed, knocking him prone upon the ground, grasping his cheek in astonishment.
Rock after rock launched into the poor villain until it almost seemed like he was the victim now.
The brothers were quick to get themselves unbound, assuming positions in the face of a new threat. As the barrage of rocks came to an end, everyone stared at the darkness with curiosity, awaiting the emergence of the new player.
And there, from the shadowy curtains—metaphorically, of course— steps out the heavy steps of a green-skinned creature. Small yet mighty, an orange magic crackled in your eyes that narrowed at the villain as though he were the prey and you, his pursuer. Taking in your attire, each brother exchanged looks with each other until they all mutually held their scrutinizing gaze upon the horrible-poker-face worn by the brother in blue.
As you set sights on tracing random digits upon the villain in question (totally not seeing what happens), a certain someone was being interrogated for 1.) why was he looking so suspicious and 2.) why hadn’t you vanished like the others summoned by his power.
“ How was I supposed to know they’d follow me! “
“ Followed?! When are they from!? “
“ I don’t know?! “
Soon you were pulled away by the brother in orange.
“ Easy now. “
Whispered he, curious as to why you hadn’t vanished, but Orange’s priority now was ending the 
. Well, this might as well have just been a one sided battle by now. You kicked and squirmed, the darkness leaving your eyes as dopamine levels lowered from the rather
 unheroic attack. As the biggest brother saw you being brought near, he sighed and gave Leo a look that had him hushing instantly.
“ Alright, first rule, stop beating up Sir Time. Second
 “
The red stranger seemed to be looking for words when Leo placed his hand on his shoulder and stepped in front, extending a hand to you.
“ Second, thanks for the hand. And third, well.. “
“ Oh you can thank me later, once you take me back home! “
Your ears flicked with a remainder of chaotic energy, grinning at the port along somebody who you assumed would return you home now!
Wait.
Mother’s pot.
“ Actually, never mind, I’ll stay here. So what are you guys? The Northern Tribes? The Eastern Savages? Ooh! The Emerald Rowdies? “
As the confusion in their faces calmed you down, an unsettling feeling found home in your chest.
“ 
? “
The neon lights and strange contraptions surrounding you stirred a sourness. Coming upon the rooftop’s edge, you peered down at passing cars and humans.
“ I’m 
 far from home, aren’t I? “
“ What? Pssh, noooo
 “
The portaling yokai was sweating bullets under your glaring gaze. Great, far from home, and closer than necessary to a liar. The nervous look melted away after a few moments, followed by a defeated sigh as he leaned against the edge and gazed across the neon canvas of his city.
“ Yeah.. But, with how hard you took care of Mr. Villain back there, he should be up for returning you home. “
Leo nudged you with a grin that could only translate to “ that’s your cue to laugh. “ A few ticking moments passed before you returned the gesture, leaving behind a rock with a teensy digit glowing on it.
“ Wait, what’s this—“
“ Sure, but I’m crashing with you guys til he’s up! “
“ IS THIS GOING TO EXPLO—“
A teensy explosion, just enough to send him stumbling backwards. You’re getting good at controlling the power output!
I guess target practice paid off.
Tumblr media
82 notes · View notes
uchiha-slut-fiction · 2 years
Note
if you are looking for another request--can i have some kisame x reader x kakuzu? either headcanons or a fic, whatever you're feeling! reader-chan has wormed their way into not one but two terrifying beefcake's hearts <3
Okay but I actually love this. Why I haven’t thought of those two together, I don’t know. No worries reader-chan, I’m on it! đŸ˜€
I am gonna warn y’all ahead of time this will be NSFW.
Kakuzu x Kisame x Reader Poly Headcanons
Tumblr media Tumblr media
They would be one hell of a duo to go to bed with let me just say that.
Good top, bad top (credits to @liddytheweeb for that one)
Kisame would be so sweet and praise you the entire time. “You’re such a good girl for me. Look how pretty.❀”
Kakuzu is the polar opposite. “That’s it. Take it like the fucking whore we all know you are😈”
Kisame would be offering gentle kisses and would stroke your hips as he fucked you from behind. Gentle and sweet, just like you. (His exact thoughts)
Kakuzu is gonna pull your hair and beat your pretty little ass. And don’t you dare try to run from it (or maybe do, he secretly loves that shit).
They both have a thing for overstimulation. If you cum so hard you cry, mission accomplished!
Kisame has a period kink.đŸ©ž He just does, we all know it. And he knows damn good and well that orgasms reduce period cramps so it’s a win-win situation.
Kakuzu has an exhibition kink too. If it’s just the two of you he likes to fuck you with the door cracked just enough. đŸšȘJust the idea that Hidan might catch a glimpse of what belongs to him is enough to make him absolutely feral.
Sometimes Kakuzu and Kisame sneak up on you and just start kissing you in all of your favorite places. đŸ˜©They like catching you off guard. Keeps you on your pretty little toes.
They are both protective as fuck. If they even suspect someone is planning to do anything to you, they’re on it. Nobody could get a hand on you if they tried. It’ll be the last thing they do.
Ultimately, even though Kakuzu treats you like a whore in bed, he worships you. Not outwardly simping for you like kisame, but he’s more quiet with his love. He leaves you gifts around here and there. If you mention that you’re hungry for something specific, you’ll be getting a delivery in about an hour. He’s all about actions. You’ll always be taken care of.
Kisame doesn’t let anyone forget how lucky he is and how proud he is to have you. He’s in love and he’s gonna make it everyone’s problem. Everything makes him think of you. Even if he’s just walking Itachi on a mission and spots a cool rock, he’s picking it up. “Omg they would love this”
They both make it a point to make you feel special. Though they go about it in very different ways, you never forget you are loved and appreciated.
Needless to say you’re gonna be bruised and marked up the next day. But it’s okay, they’re there to make sure you eat and hydrate.💧
Kisame is a god of aftercare. And though he’ll never admit it, Kakuzu had to be taught what aftercare even was. He was fully going to get up and walk out(not to hurt you or be an ass). He just had no concept of it.
Kakuzu, as it turns out, likes aftercare. đŸ„°Not so much talking, but being in each other’s presence in silence and them both holding you? Priceless.
Kisame loves to run you a warm bath after they ruin you.đŸ«§ Sometimes it takes you a few minutes to recoup, so he’ll just carry you to the bath and help you clean up.
If you call them “daddy” they’re both going to lose it. Absolutely short-circuit.
Kisame likes to be the little spoon a lot. It makes him feel loved after a good fuck session.❀
Kakuzu prefers to be the big spoon. Not that he refuses to be little spoon, but he’s the protector. In his eyes, he’ll be the one to keep you safe and secure. Just let him have this. He knows Kisame will too but Kisame also has the soft streak.
From time to time Kakuzu needs aftercare for himself.đŸ„ș (As a lot of doms do) so he just wants you to sit in his lap and him cling to you and rock you back and forth. Sometimes it’s just what he needs.
Thank you guys for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed that headcanon. This one made me short-circuit, not gonna lie.😂
257 notes · View notes
lorebite · 11 months
Note
ask me things you want to know about me: What's your favorite food, color and movie?
why you follow me: Because your fics are spectacular, your blog is entertaining as hell and you are an amazing friend. 💖
what’s on your mind/what you’re thinking about: Life and fic plots. 😅
a compliment: You have an amazing way with words that always blows my mind away each time I read your writing.
make me choose between two things: Hmmmmmm. đŸ€” Smut fics or music?
ask for advice: Has my punctuation been correct in my most recent fics and is there any way for me to improve it? (I've been using a new punctuation checker and I'm not sure if it's 100% correct. 😅)
tell me a secret: I'm writing this while sitting on the toilet
 😐 Just kidding! (Don't get too excited there. đŸ˜đŸ€Ł) I love Peanut Butter and Manthings you associate me with: Rammstein, Metallica, Eddie Munson, Kitties
. Smut. 😅
anything!!!!: Uhhhhh— Pickles! đŸ„’đŸ„’đŸ„’
ask me things you want to know about me: what's your favorite food, color and movie?
Honestly, I'm a big foodie so it's really hard for me to choose one food but I LOVE lasagna. Right now, my favorite color is baby blue. And one of my favorite movies are Hush. That movie woke something in me, not gonna lie. 😂
why you follow me: because your fics are spectacular, your blog is entertaining as hell and you are an amazing friend. 💖
Right back at you, buddy. You are phenomenal and deserving of nothing but the best. 💖
what’s on your mind/what you’re thinking about: life and fic plots. 😅
Ok, but for real, same! I hope at least life's been a bit easier on you these days.
a compliment: you have an amazing way with words that always blows my mind away each time I read your writing.
I'm gonna jump through the screen and smooch ya. Thank you, sweetie. 💖
make me choose between two things: Hmmmmmm. đŸ€” Smut fics or music?
KASSIE! 😂 I'd have to go with music here. 😆
ask for advice: Has my punctuation been correct in my most recent fics and is there any way for me to improve it? (I've been using a new punctuation checker and I'm not sure if it's 100% correct. 😅)
So far, yeah, I think so! But I'll be honest, I'm like the worst person to answer this cos I almost never follow the punctuation rules. I mean I use periods like commas for starters. 😂
tell me a secret: I'm writing this while sitting on the toilet
 😐 Just kidding! (Don't get too excited there. đŸ˜đŸ€Ł) I love Peanut Butter and Manthings you associate me with: Rammstein, Metallica, Eddie Munson, Kitties
. Smut. 😅
No, no, no! There's a reason you said it, Kassie. 😈😂 "peanut butter and man" Ok, but liiike... which man are we talking about here? 👀 Jokes, aside I've never heard of that food combination and now I wanna try? I've done some food combos in the past so I'm curious to see how mayonnaise with peanut butter actually tastes like. Peanut butter tastes good with anything, so... AWWW HAHAHA! The amount of time I talk about those bands with you are abysmal. 😂 But kitties too? My heart. đŸ„č And I'm proud that you associate me with smut. Mission accomplished. 😈
anything!!!!: Uhhhhh— Pickles! đŸ„’đŸ„’đŸ„’
Like pickles pickles or like piiiiickles 😈? 😂 Ok, ok! I like pickles too but I don't like it in my food though. I like to eat it on its own. And when it's spicy and a little sweet? đŸ€€
9 notes · View notes
morningstargirl666 · 2 years
Note
alicia, my beloved! would you do me a great favour and answer some of these?
đŸ€ĄđŸ›’đŸŒŒđŸŽ¶đŸ™‹â€â™€ïžđŸ’–đŸ€—đŸ§  (tell me about our boy klaus)
(also i 100% rbed that post in hopes that it'll give me an excuse to pester all my writer friends with questions, mission accomplished! 😈)
đŸ€Ą - What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
Ella, bestie - there's so many. I mean not all of them are laugh-out-loud funny, but they always bring a little smile to my face. I think Caroline pushes Klaus into a pool in Into Eternity? That's a good one. But I think most the more funny exchanges happen in The Big Bad Wolf. Somehow that fic turned into crack along the way and honestly it ran away from me. My OCs are just really fun to write. Probably the scene that made me laugh the most in that, was the bacon scene. With the lunar cycles. And then later on Klaus throwing Kol's phone out the car window because he caught him texting Rebekah about the new information. Scenes with Titus, Klaus' horse, and Sam's raven Loki also hit the top spots. Sorry, I just can't choose one.
🛒 - What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.
Found family. Or a sense of family or brotherhood in general. I have no idea why. It's just too wholesome to leave out. Also probably an element of spookiness and horror, because I'm edgy like that, and I like my settings/characters a little dark, a little violent.
✹ - Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉
Okay so there's no constellation emoji on the original ask list so I'm assuming you meant this one? I don't know, maybe I'm just blind but I can't find it.
So. A compliment.
Will you accept 'I write good'? Lmao I don't know.
đŸŽ¶ - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?
I actually have a few playlists on youtube that I set aside for writing. My brain is really sense-minded, so like when I put that music on it knows it's time to write. I've got a klaroline playlist, which are basically klaroline music vids, and also playlists for my fics. And then sometimes I just freestyle, listen to anything that comes on. I need to share the songs I listen to for TBBW at some point cause they are amazing. Here Come the Wolves by Lola Blanc screams Chapter 1. And then I Know Your Secrets by Tommee Profitt (feat. Liv Ash) is definitely Chapter 12. I remember listening to Running With The Wolves by Aurora for Chapter 13 a lot.
đŸ™‹â€â™€ïž - Do any irl people know you write fanfic?
Yes. Sort of. A close friend knows. Though I have not shared my ao3 name nor my fics and do not intend to lol.
💖 - What made you start writing? 
I actually can't remember when I didn't write in some shape or form. I've been writing since I was a small kid, in like primary school. Probably Year 4? Maybe even Year 3? I would have been like 7 maybe. I basically remember watching the movie of Roald Dahl's James and the Giant Peach, and little kid me thought, oh I want to write a book! And so I started writing a book called the Dragon and the Peach. I think the plot involved a dragon called Sapphira, who like goes on this quest and eats a magical peach that makes her strong and powerful so she can defeat the villain. That story eventually evolved into a different, more complex plot as I got older, with more characters and backstories. By Year 6 I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. And then in my teens I found fanfiction and well, here I am, ten years later, still writing fanfiction lol. Nothing really made me start writing. I guess Dahl's books inspired me originally, I really loved them as a kid, but nothing made me do it. No one pushed me to do it, or said I'd be good at it. For me writing has always been a calling. I really had no choice but answer.
đŸ€— - What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?
Read. Write. That's it. Read as much as you can, because that's the finest teacher of how to write. Literally. You'll find whatever genres and tropes you prefer to read will start popping up in your writing without even realising it. And when you do write, keep writing, even when you get writer's block - even if its 200 words per day or 200 words after weeks of nothing, at least its no longer a blank page. Write while figuring out how to plot, how to characterise, how to build up tension. Don't be ashamed of stuff you wrote a year ago because it sucks - it doesn't suck, you've just improved since then and now you can write better. It's a victory, not a defeat. And don't write for anyone else but yourself. Like I said before, writing is a calling. It's bleeding words onto a page because you have to get it out or you'll go crazy. You are your first reader. So write for you.
🧠 - Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favourite headcanon for them.
So. Klausy. Neeklous. Our boy Klaus. What headcanons do I have for him, hmm? đŸ€”
[I'm trying to think of one I haven't told you, it's a challenge]
Okay I have one. Not sure if I've included this in a fic yet, but a headcanon I love is that Klaus steals artwork from galleries and museums for kicks and replaces them with copies he painted before the originals are noticed as missing. The galleries and museums around the world have yet to catch on. He thinks its funny. Compulsion gets boring after the first few centuries, after all.
7 notes · View notes
mayloma · 1 year
Note
Majaaa 😍 Part 5 is pure gold!
After the previous chapter, which left me and probably everyone else all hot and bothered đŸ„”, this continuation is quite the cherry on top! 🍹
I love that you've given Sy a voice in this part, and my my, you've done it beautifully. It was so nice to get in his head, and read things from his perspective. It always fascinates me, when in any story, i get to learn a bit more about Sy's past, his pain, his joyful memories, his hopes and dreams... These details about his life, make a story extremely fulfilling for me, and this was no exception! How Sy's been opening up to Dahlia, and how she was so thoughtful and caring towards him, and him to her, has just melted my heart and turned me into a sweet little puding. I mean, Sy battling his demons and Dahlia being extremely caring and sweet and tender with him, just by simply being there and holding him close... COME. ON. đŸ„ș❀ Also, i love that she's unashamedly and so righfully coming undone by him, like, hell yes you go girl! Her being almost equally naughty with her witty answers and vivid personality to Sy is another plus, and i enjoy their lovely banter enormously.
Oh, and i don't even have the right words to properly express my thoughts and feelings towards the mindblowing and heart-racing (is that a word? idk lol) smut you've blessed us with. Again. So, i'm once again all hot and bothered.
Thank you for yet another sweet, hot and satisfying chapter to this beautiful story! 💐
Hello my sweetest nonnie!! đŸ€—đŸ„°
I hope you're having a wonderful weekend, my dear, especially because your comment made my day once again. Or my weekend. My week, idk đŸ„ș
Still I won't apologize for leaving you hot and bothered. I'd rather say: mission accomplished 😈 Besides, I need you all to suffer with me, because making me suffer is exactly what Sy does to me.
I also guess since he's not only naughty but also sweet and reassuring, he's the perfect guy to be naughty with and let allll the kinks fligh high :)
But I'm so happy you enjoyed that other side of him as well. I'm a sucker for characters who have like a carefully hidden side they don't show to everyone but only to people they're close with. Our CEO!Sy is usually that tough, leader business guy who gets shit done. And I wanted to not only show his soft side that already raised its head a couple of times in this story, but his vulnerable side. That he needs someone to be there for him and take care of him and help him chase away his demons. And to let him see that Dahlia could be that someone.
Like you, I enjoy getting those glimpses on a character's past and experiences or people that influenced them and made them who they are. I'm glad those glimpses on Sy's past worked for you here.
And let me assure you that I turn into a little pudding when reading your comments. A very motivated pudding that instantly wants to start writing the next part, to be exact.
Thank you so, so much for reading and writing me such lovely comments aka confidence and motivation boosters!!! All jokes aside: I really appreciate your time and effort and it means the world to me!!! ❀❀❀
2 notes · View notes
tieria-erde · 2 years
Note
twilight hour 😈
(for the wip folder tag/ask game)
YAYY this is one of my favs too, although it's much less expansive than some of the other wips i have. it's a locktie oneshot! here's a little (long) snippet:
"Plus," he continued, ever-oblivious—or maybe just willfully ignorant—as to Tieria's irritation, "you could say I've been in a gunfight or two in my lifetime. I'm really not that worried about my lack of experience." Lockon leaned towards them over the gear shift. "Trust me, Tieria—we'll be fine. I'm a Gundam Meister, same as you." Their composure nearly broke. We're not the same at all, they wanted to hiss. "What are you trying to accomplish by this?" they asked instead, glaring intently at the asphalt outside the car window. "Why are you acting like we're friends?" "Why not?" Lockon's answer came without delay. "We're teammates. Shouldn't we try to get along?" "All we need to do is follow the plan," they said. They stalwartly ignored the quiet, amused huff that Lockon let out in response.
this fic takes place in the 4-month timeskip between 1x8 and 1x9, not too long after the la edenra incident! lockon and tieria are assigned on a mission together, but when things go wrong they're forced to hide out on earth together for a few days. it's just a simple little "missing scene"-type thing, i've been chipping away really slowly at it because it has a lot of action scenes and those are a little out of my depth but it's been very fun to work on! (also they/them tieria bc it's just easier to work with when your main characters use different pronouns...) but since i'm hoping to make it a shorter thing than usual i won't say too much more about the plot :-) it's sitting at a little under 2k words right now and it'll prooooobably get to somewhere around double that, give or take? but i'm bad at estimating word count so who even knows <3
3 notes · View notes
hotdamnhunnam · 3 years
Note
Big big congratulations on your 2k+ success love 🎉 and thanks for the emoji fic fest. so here's my request:
Our dear savage Ironhead / đŸ‘—đŸ˜€đŸ”„
Considering your past crimes on tumblr, cannot wait to see your bigger better dirtier crimes in this fest 😍😈
Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! And thanks for the congrats and kind words! 💗
..................................................
Damsel in This Dress
A/N: In addition to being part of my emoji fic fest, this fic is also my contribution to the lovely @little-diable’s 10k Celebration! 🎉 The theme for this week of her celebration is enemies to lovers
Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, love/hate bullshit with you and Will both being idiots Word Count: ~2k Request: This anon request
Emoji Prompt: đŸ‘—đŸ˜€đŸ”„Â (key words are in bold)
Tumblr media
This fucking blows. Just fucking blows. Ironhead sits there on the bed and furiously chews his gum, while he glares daggers at you through the closed door of the bathroom. This is fucking dumb. This isn’t what he chose.
He can’t believe he was assigned to take this job with you as his partner in crime. The two of you practically killed each other, first time you were forced to work together, and he doesn’t want his hatred to distract him from accomplishing the task at hand this time.
It’s hard to focus when his enmity towards you is all-consuming. Mission hasn’t even started yet and he’s already fuming.
Through the door you feel him fume, the tension radiating all through the hotel room. Pretty soon the crackle of your animosity, continuously building in intensity, is bound to burst in flames and set a fire to the city. Still you won’t stop hating one another’s guts even if it spells certain doom.
“You about finished in there, beauty queen?” Will grumbles loudly as you finish up your hair, make sure your jewelry is perfectly pristine, and then apply a spritz of luxury perfume.
“Hasn’t even been two minutes, you impatient fucking idiot,” you snap indignantly at him because you’re honestly the best, at getting quickly dressed—dressed to impress, with secret weapons hidden seamlessly throughout your fancy costume. “Not my fault that you’re a slob who doesn’t even care to groom.”
It’s a dumb joke, because the truth is Captain Miller always looks and smells so good it makes you want to fucking choke. Every damn thing about him gets you fucking soaked.
When you at last exit the bathroom, Will is forced to hide a similar reaction as the sight of you hits him in ways that he can’t even fathom. Pretty sure his dick just broke. The crotch of his pants can’t accommodate such stiffness, and if he stands up right now you’re sure to witness.
At tonight’s event you’re meant to play the role of his demure and dainty wife who ends up in a compromised position as a damsel in distress.
You’re definitely not a damsel in this dress.
Tries not to stare at how it flatters all your curves and makes him feel all sorts of filthiness. Ironhead’s dick is iron-hard and he can’t scratch this raging itch. “We’re running late, bitch. You took way more than two minutes.”
Roll your eyes. Remind yourself that you must be imagining that bulge that seemed to rise between his thighs. “Why am I not surprised that you can’t even tell what time it is. Put on your wedding band, my dear beloved husband, and let’s go take care of business.”

 How the hell do you expect him to take care of business when you show up in that dress?
It’s fucking madness. All he wants is just to pound your pretty ass into the mattress.
For the mission’s sake he’ll have to keep pretending for tonight and hide the fact his thoughts of you are downright nasty. He’s a perfectly fine actor when he has to be, and thank fuck you’re an even better actress.
***************
The operation goes something like this. It doesn’t make a difference just which lines are yours and which are his.
“Can you just—ughh, why do you always have to fuck everything up?!”
“Why can’t you ever let me do my fucking job?”
“I swear you’re gonna get both of us shot
”
“No I am not!”
“Shut up and roll over and let me get on top.”
“What—oh my God—just fucking stop
!”
The night is over soon enough; you and the captain have succeeded in your mission but that shit was fucking rough.
Each of you ended up encountering an avalanche of unexpected problems. It was only when you put your heads together that you solved them.
Overcame all of them
 setting aside the fact that you still want to throw him out a window so that you can follow just to thrust him down against the ground and grab him by the throat and suck his face and fuck him while you throttle him. Setting aside the fact that he still wants to spank you raw then fuck your jaw then every other slutty hole you’ll offer him till you forget you hate him and start loving him.
The truth is you already fucking do. Despite how desperately and fiercely you don’t want to. Given all that you’ve been through, over the years both on the job and off—whenever shit goes south and gets tough—flash of life before your eyes reminding you of everything you’ll lose and everyone you love
 it’s always his painfully perfect face that haunts you. You would lose your absolute shit if he knew.
He’d lose it too. The truth is he fights better when he fights against the fear of losing you.
You make a better team than either one of you would dare admit. You’d fucking die for one another and you’re both alive because of it. No matter just how stubbornly you run from it.
And goddamn do you run. He charges after you, watches you kick off your silent assassin stiletto-heeled shoes, clutching them in your tightly clenched hands like a pair of weapons, sick of how shit always happens, scowling as you storm your way through the hotel to the room where this mess of a night had begun.
The best and worst part about following you down the hall is that he gets to stare at your ass in that maddening dress while you strut. The tension between you builds thicker and tougher than even a diamond could cut.
Back and forth through the halls you both shout every possible insult—it’s always the other one’s fault—each just trying to hide, that the fear of fucking up and failing your partner had you terrified—fear of fatally losing your partner brought your hearts screeching to a halt—something so sharply different from hate springing up deep inside—you both shudder to think what it’s called.
Barrel into the room and throw your shoes aside with such force that the sharp heels make dents in the wall. Both your fists tightly balled. You had wanted to slam the door straight in his face, yet you know that the image of Will burned so deep in the pit of your brain is a stain that no distance could ever erase.
Follows you in and flings the door shut. Filled with a sudden impulse to say how he feels—to be open and honest and real—just this once—to confess what he wants
 but he lies to himself that he doesn’t know what.
So instead he just settles for low blows and taunts. Always safer to put up the front. “Wanna know why I hate your damn guts?”
No you don’t, but he’s going to say it regardless of whether that shit’s what you want.
What he says is not what you’d expected. It’s not even what he himself had expected but his ironheaded dick spoke up before he could redirect it. There’s no turning back once he’s said it. The reason he gives as to why he hates your goddamn guts: “
‘cause whenever we go undercover you dress like a cheap fucking slut!”
What the
 what.
Rather than even try to process what you heard, you scream right back at him. Anger steaming off of every word. Safest when you attempt to defend your delusions of honor and pride by attacking him. “You did not seriously just slut-shame me?! You know these are the outfits our unit provides so that I can put on the disguise of some rich high-society lady and you think that you can stand there and blame me
”
Will knows full well his statement was wrong but can’t really retract it. Just hates the fact that you get him so distracted. Tonight’s dress isn’t even that revealing—but it’s flattering goddamnit, and on you it looks so good that he just can’t help but imagine it—how it would feel to finally have you naked underneath him and he can’t take it, that feeling
 wishes he had never said it. “Ugh, forget it. Fuck the outfit.”
“You’re the one who’s all pissed off about it!”
“That’s ‘cause when I’m struggling to run a mission and stay focused it’s ridiculous to see you in a dress like this that drives me fucking wild thinking how you’d look without it.”
“How I’d—what?!” your mouth falls open and then shut. Open again as you press your hands to the broad planes of his chest and push him back until he falls onto the bed flat on his butt. “Now who’s the motherfucking slut?”
Right now you have no clue what’s coming over you but you can’t stop this train. At breakneck speed, the blurry line between hatred and heat, desire and disdain, has you going insane.
You push his upper body down onto the mattress. Knees astride his hips, you take the collar of his shirt in your firm grip, sharply aware all of a sudden that the godly gorgeous muscles underneath it are so close should you want access
 and you do but have to act as if you don’t because just hating him is clean and safe and simple and you’re good at this. “You think you’re the one running every mission? Just ‘cause you’re the fucking captain? Does it make you feel more like a man, to blame my slutty clothes as a distraction? Think again. Next time I tell you how shit’s gonna happen, fucking listen.”
Something stiff and massive stirs against the fabric of your dress, where your bodies are pressed, making it clear that he’s aroused as hell with you in this position. But in bed he’d rather be on top and dominant—and somehow he can tell now that is also what you want. “Bitch, the only thing I’m gonna listen to is that pretty mouth moaning when I show you the true meaning of submission.”
Well—fucking hell—those words immediately strike you dead. You still cannot begin to process what is flaring up between you and your archenemy Ironhead. “You wouldn’t fucking dare unless I gave your ass permission.”
Bucks his hips a little bit to grind his dick forcefully upward. “Say the word. I’ll shut you up and make it hurt.”
“Not if I hurt you first,” you snarl as your fingers at his collar tug down harder till the pressure pulls some buttons off his shirt. Through all the clothes, between you both, your pussy throbs against the twitch of his erection as the buttons pop and burst. Fight off the urge to take a glimpse at the exposed skin of his chest or else you’ll melt into a drooling pool of thirst. “God, you’re the motherfucking worst
”
“That badge of honor is all yours,” he says, suddenly shifting on the bed till he’s on top of you and taking strength from knowing he’s your weakness. “Fucking hate you in this dress.”
“Then take it off and make me scream like I’m a dirty little whore. A fucking damsel in distress.” The words just fall out of your mouth because you find you’re finally done being an actress, now you’re underneath Will Miller with the full weight of his body pressing yours into the mattress. Now it’s obvious that hardcore fucking hate sex is in store. You thank this dress, if it’s what got you in this mess. “For the record I hate you more.”
Thought you were finished with the act—but you’re still lying to yourself in fact—pretending this is hate sex when it’s love forged in the hellfire of war.
“Fuck the record.” Ironhead calls out the lie behind your words; you’ve fought against each other, and the love that you’ve both smothered, long enough and now at last you get to bask in the rewards. “I’m finished keeping score. I fucking love you and I don’t care if it screws everything up and fucking hurts. I don’t care anymore. You’re everything I fight for. You’re my dirty little whore and I’m all yours.”
..................................................
Emoji Fic Masterlist
Emoji Fic Tag List – if you’d like to be added or removed, just let me know!
Note: For this fic I’m actually tagging my full tag list rather than just my emoji fic tag list, as it turned out longer than most emoji fics!
@itsme-autumn @rebelwrites @happyhunnams @band--psycho @witching-hour @est11 @edonaspanca @ughdontbeboring @neverland14353 @starbooty @coffeequeenxx @innerpaperexpertcloud @i-love-scott-mccall @six-camelot @alexa-rae-dreamz @justme2042 @awesomenatalia @auroraariza @rochyu @coffeebooksandfandom @inlovewithcharliehunnam @turner-cris @thesuicidalflower @chrmdnbeautiful @xladymacbethx @holl2712 @snow-white-74 @moonlight-fern @stitchesbystults @lilacyennefer @magic-room @sunflower12335 @trishmarieofficial @smoochesfroggos @o0idk0o @flaireandsynch @littlebennettwitchsblog @got-to-love-a-badboy @noneofyourbusinessssblog @notquitecannon @wayward-avenging @travistheaussie @helloheyhihowdyheya @christycarnell6 @dinopin @leathercladmenfics @magictehnique @amberembers @addcrastinator3 @gemini0410 @waywardodysseys @foreve-free @midnvght-lies @wiccanash @batmanb @xbreezymeadowsx @louisianalady @perhapstan @beethebuzzbuzz72 @boredintheglade [hit the 50-tag limit – list to be continued in a reblog of this fic] 
224 notes · View notes
fizzydrink698 · 2 years
Note
So I'm going to take that as it was at least somewhat correct??? Or maybe you are just leaving it ambiguous to make me SWEAT? If so MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. can you give me a tiny, baby hint if it's case one or case two? 👀. If it is true I HAVE TOO MANY EMOTIONS -🍁(coming to you from the basement of my apartment building because I melted into the floor)
no hints, i shall just leave you to suffer 😈😈
1 note · View note