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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Offenderman x Fem!AFAB!Chubby/Fat!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: Offender walks in on you showering but its not what you think.

Warnings: Language, nudity, and groping.

Tagging: @ladala-shihiro , @miss-understood , and @yesthetrashbin . I hope y'all like this! ^^

This is a work off my old blog, @mainstreambaddies , remastered ^^

“Holy cra-“ As soon as you hear the bathroom door unlock you reach to pull the shower curtain securely around your body, especially when you see the big, tall, terrifying monster come in. Damnit, what is he- “What the hell are you doing in here?!”

“Now, now, hold on~ Don’t get your panties in a twist… “ You watch, in mild horror, as Offender walks further into your bathroom, looking around until he see’s your discarded underwear. He slowly smirks at them, before turning back to you again. “I have a reason for being here.”

“Oh, yeah I’m sure you do,” You scoff. “Its just not happening. You hold on.” You tell him firmly, before taking in a huge deep humongous breath, before yelling. “SLENDER-“

Offenders hand slaps right over your mouth, quickly, so big it basically engulfs your face. Not too hard that it hurt, but enough to be unbelievably irritating. You don’t really believe he’s here to hurt you… not entirely, anyway. As you’re one of Slender's proxie's, you're under his protection here in the mansion (Theoretically. Slender isn't fantastic at staying on top of that particular clause), and Offender is kind of… sort of… maybe… at times... a friend? But you still don’t want him in here with you while you shower!! You're not that close! You don't trust him that deeply! You're not insane- You do stop screaming, though, since you physically cannot make sound loud enough to make any difference anyway with his hand muffling you, and just look at him bored, somehow, with raised brows. “You want to know what I'm doing, now sweetheart?”

You nod, making a pathetic ‘yes’ sound into his hand. He nods and takes it away, so you can take a full, unhindered breath. Now you’re just feeling awkward, taking in the situation. Here you are standing under the steady stream of hot water, your entire backside bare with the now warm plastic shower curtain pulled tight over your front... and there Offender is, in his coat and pants, looking like he's up to no good.

Ffff- flap jacks.

“So, what, um…"Uncomfortably, you adjust the shower curtain against your chest. "What can I do for you?” You ask, feeling unbelievably self-conscious. Typically, you're self conscious around Offender - Offender, with his abs and his perfect sharp teeth and always knowing what to say, - , but now you’re naked. And its so so much worse. He can see your wide arms and your hair is flat and soggy, and you're dripping.

“You were saying yesterday that you think you’re ‘gross’ or ‘undesirable’, or something. Thought that was ridiculous- look at you. So, I wanted to show you you’re not." A slow smirk spreads across his face again, before nodding and stepping back. "Come on out, and let me see.”

Immediately your jaw drops. He wants you to- what?! “What?”

“Come out and show me what’s so gross about you!”

“No,” You exclaim, horrified by the idea. Offender groans, rolls back his shoulders and stretches his neck from one side, to the other.

“Well, if you want something done- You’ve gotta do it yourself, right?” He mutters, and as soon as you hear it, you shuffle back in the tub and grip onto the curtain tighter; Knuckles blanching against the strain. Oh. No. Before you can even open your mouth to protest, or scream again, the curtain is completely gone from your hands and he’s got your hand in his, tugging you out of the tub and to the bathroom tiles, in front of the mirror. You squeak, almost unconcerned about the dangers of slipping as you cover you’re your chest with one arm, rip your other out his grip, and reach for a towel with it. “Uh, uh, uh!” A tentacle shoots out and grabs your wrist, causing your lips part, hopelessly. “No. There aint nothing to be ashamed of, baby, why hide? Come on, look at the mirror. And get rid of this- “

He tries to pull your arm away from your breasts, and you slap his hand. “Stop!”

“Come on, let Daddy see~”

You shoot Offender the worst greasy, making him smirk. “If you call yourself that again, I will personally castrate you.” You hiss. This situation is already mortifying enough, without him calling himself ‘Daddy’ like some terrifying, faceless Freddy Krueger.

He licks his front teeth, grinning at your threat. “Oh, baby girl, don’t you think they’ve tried that before?” Chuckling, he ignores your threat and your plea to stop, and continues to drag your arm away from your body. This leaves you completely bare, except for the heat in your cheeks, down your neck, and across your chest. “Much better~ Now, turn around to the mirror. Would it make you feel better if I dressed down, too?~”

“No. It would most definitely not make me feel better-“ You quickly try to get it through to him how much you do not want him doing that, but he’s already removed his coat. Now facing the mirror, you’re able to see your body, and him standing beside you in just his pants. The humour and horror of this situation quickly melt away as you look, and you just feel disgusted. You absolutely hate looking at yourself, and you avoid it as much as possible. And, standing there with Offender of all people as a reference… just makes it so much worse. He’s built like some Greek God. Did he expect to help?! You frown, and look unhappily at yourself. “... So, you were saying about there being nothing to be ashamed of?”

“Mhm. Look atcha!”

You make a face. “I am looking.”

“What??” Offender asks, mystified as he looks down at your face. Then he makes a gesture that’s his version of eye rolling. “Ugh, tv did this. Look, Y/N, you’re sexy as hell. I’d totally fuck you.”

You purse your lips. He’d fuck anyone, so that isn't saying much. “Everyone's a little self conscious... ” You scoff. “Everyone has issues with themselves... I don't have to change... ”

“Well, I dont.”

“Well, that’s easy, when you look perfect!”

As soon as the words leave your lips, and you both fully process them, a slow, pleased and dangerous smirk spreads across Offenders sharp mouth, turning to look at the real you, not the mirror reflection you. Which, as it turns out, is so much more mortifying! “Perfect? ~”

You get hot again, and take a step back. “Uh, well, obviously! I mean, look at you! You work out, right? I'm not saying that I- that I have a thing for you, Or anything- “Of course, you’re lying. You’ve always had a thing for tall guys. Bonus points when they’re jacked. Who doesnt? But he doesn’t need to know that!

“No, no, no. No take backs, sweetheart~” He grins, and backs you up into a wall, stepping far too close for comfort- his boots are on either side of your feet. He tilts his head “... You want to know what guys like?”

“No-“

He lunges forward suddenly like a cat and you're his little prey, a helpless little mouse, and takes hold of the skin around your waist. The chub on your stomach, the love handles above your hips... your fat. “Meat. The more, the better. And you, my precious, sweet little Y/N… “One hand crawls up and gropes one of your breasts, making you squeak and jump in surprise. He squeezes, smirking in pleasure at getting to do it. “Have plenty of the good stuff~... ”

You seem to have been turned into a stuttering idiot, at this point. You open your mouth, and all that comes out is, “U-um!-“

“That’s why I like you so much.” The other hand trails down your stomach, a finger tracing down to your most delicate, dangerous part. He stops just above it, before switching tact and wrapping an arm around your waist and right up against him. You yelp, and hold onto him so you don’t slip on the wet floor- and because you want to. Is this happening?? Is this real life?! Has he really sweet-talked you into wanting him?! HIM!? You're wet already, and its not just because of the shower that’s still running in the background. God, Slender is going to be so pissed at you for wasting water!- "Babygirl I've been dying to show you a good time. How about you let me?'

You force yourself to think for a split moment, rationally. This is Offenderman. Therefore, this an absolute nightmare situation. Completely. You should say no, you should scream for Slender while you have a chance. But, then... the heat of the moment takes over. And the fact that he actually, truly seems to like how you look makes you feel amazing...

And you’re gone.

“... Okay.”

With delighted grin and he drops to his knees, pulling you that little bit closer, gently by the inside of your knees.

#Offenderman x Reader Oneshot #Offenderman x Fem!AFAB!Chubby/Fat!Reader || Oneshot #Offenderman #Offender #Offenderman x Reader #Offender x Reader #Creepypasta #Creepypasta x Reader #Oneshot #Slender Bros #Slender Brothers #Slender Bros x Reader #Slender Brothers x Reader

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myrequestblog · 11 months

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Maybe creepypasta boys getting confessed to on leap day?

Please?

Sure

Jeff:

You confess shyly and he finds it fucking adorable

He’ll accept your feelings but won’t look at you when he does because he looks like a tomato

He’ll act mean, but it’s actually cute aggression

Masky/Tim and Hoodie/Brian:

You confess bluntly

Tim just gives you a thumbs-up

Brian is very flustered about it, but accepts your feelings

He’ll get annoyed at Masky for being rude to their new boyfriend

Toby:

You confess quietly, but he hears you just fine

He’s confused on why you confessed, and then EJ explains leap day to him

He is a very goofy but caring+loving boyfriend

Slender Brothers + Zalgo:

Slender:

You confess in a frightened way

He accepts your feelings, and assures you he won’t do anything to hurt you

He then says he would kiss you, but he has no face

Offender:

You leave him a note by his pillow

You were reading, then all of a sudden you had white tentacles curled around your midsection

He only leaves enough time to let you know he feels the same before he

Splendor:

He finds out because the girls forget he was in their gossip session

He flamboyantly(Uzui?) accepts your feelings by scooping you up in a massive bear hug, and snuggling you for a very long time

Trendor:

You were acting as a mannequin for him, and you mumbled it

He paused his work, long enough to nuzzle you, then returns to fitting you a new outfit

You feel as though that was his way of saying he felt the same

Zalgo:

You don’t even get past a few words before you’re on his lap, and getting a very passionate kiss from the demon lord

Bonus of the day-

Practice confessions with Smile.dog + Grinny Cat + Rake

Smiledog:

He gives you well-pointed criticism, and tries to stand on his hind legs to make it more realistic

Grinny:

Doesn’t give a fuvx

Keeps turning his rear end to you to say he doesn’t care

Rake:

He doesn’t move

He just stares at you with a creepy smile

You eventually give up on him

#jeff x reader #tim + brian x reader #toby x reader #slender x reader #offender x reader #splendor x reader #trendor x reader #smiledog #grinny cat #rake #confessions #x reader #zalgo x reader #🥰#🔪

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5mary5 · 1 month

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Female mc visits the gynecologist

Obgyn:so are you sexually active?

Mc: yes

Obgyn: are you on birth control?

Mc: no

Obgyn: *looking at the 7 men that came with her for support 🤨* why?

Mc:....they are all infertile-

(This is written on the basis that demons cannot get humans pregnant btw)

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meowpupp · 3 months

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Hi , im here with a thought, i can just imagine puppy reader crying to price about what kyle did and how she was just curious and she didnt really wanna disobey and to please not get rid of her and stuff like that , so kyles punishment is eating the reader out just exactly as price wants , price i feel like is more aggressive and less forgiving towards kyle compared to reader , i feel like price has that "nothing is your fault ♡" attitude for his sweet pup

pt1

owner!price x chubby!puppgirl x pup!kyle

tw//: p in v, oral (fem reciving), hybrid receiving, collars, rough sex, slight mention of overstim, fem reader, collars, probably my most filthy smut yet

prices heart breaks as you cry into his chest, clinging onto him tightly. in all his time with you, hes never seen you so distraught. your body is almost shaking, tail low and ears pulled back as you sob and babble. he just holds you tight, rubbing a big hand firmly up and down your back. “Shhh, s’okay pup. Talk t’me when youre ready, okay?”

It takes almost ten minutes, tears still spilling down your face as you pull back to look up to him. “please, m sorry captain. i didnt mean t’break the rules,” your words are interrupted by uncontrollable hiccups and stutters, hands gripping his shirt tightly, “please sir, please don get rid of me. i promise ill be good!! wont ever break the rules again, please!!!” you break down into a fit of sobs again, whimpering into his chest as he holds you tight.

He easily lifts you up, your body melting into his as he sits you ontop him. you now straddle his lap, burying your face into his neck. its almost sweet, how youre so desperate for his comfort despite your expectation of rejection. price just holds you tight, hands firm and secure on your body, breath steady and soothing. once you calm, he slowly pulls the story out of you. every little detail.

he tries to hide the way his face darkens as you speak, his eyes narrowing as you explain what kyle had done. once youre done, he sighs, hands still rubbing circles on your back. he glances over your shoulder, eyes lingering on the garage door.

“stay here, okay? Be a good girl f’me and strip. kyles gonna say sorry for bein so mean.” with a kiss on your forehead, he lays you down on the couch, leaving you to follow his instructions.

within ten minutes he returns, not even glancing at you as he enters. his eyes are trained on kyle, watching him closely. a leash is clipped to his sprenger collar. a new addition.

he forces the other pup to kneel at your feet, hands forceful and grip rough. kyle is huge, broad-shouldered and muscular, looming over you between your spread legs, his eyes trained on your pretty cunt. you can almost see him drool, licking his teeth as he looks over your exposed body as if wanting nothing more than to grip onto plush waist and bury himself 9 inches deep.

youre snapped back into reality as price tugs harshly on kyles leash, making the collar dig into his neck. “Speak, mutt.” the tone of his voice almost makes you curl into yourself. he sounds vicious, angrier than youve ever seen him.

kyle eyes meet yours for the first time, “im… sorry.” he mumbles half-assed. you can tell hes itching for your soft body. its almost torture having you spread out for him, yet denied the permission to touch.

price almost growls as he tugs the leash harder, causing kyles eyes to widen for a moment. “fuck, im sorry, i swear.”

price lets out a huff, pushing kyles head down, making him come face to face with your pretty cunt. “Show her, mutt. Apologise properly.”

its almost instant the way kyle buries his head in you. his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush to his face. his nose bumping your clit as drinks in your slick. its perverted, the wet noises that fill the room, the way he groans as ruts into the couch as he devours you.

price doesnt allow him an inch of space, denying him reprieve from your drooling cunt. his voice cuts through the mix of moans, directing kyle exactly what to do. telling him how fast, how slow, whether to suck your clit or thrust his tongue. hes almost cruel, tugging kyles collar harshly each time he doesnt listen, leaving angry red marks around his neck.

but to you? well, how could he ever be mean to his sweet girl? a calloused hand cups your cheek, his low, growly voice talking you through your nth orgasm. he kisses your forehead, letting you hold his free hand tightly as your legs shake and your hips buck, your voice filling the room as you cry out.

its only once kyles face is completely covered in your slick that he lets the pup pull away. hes panting, cock straining against his pants as he aches for release. kyles eyes meet prices, desperate and needy. “Captain, please, fuck,” his hands twitch as they hold your thighs, resisting the urge to pull your twitching cunt closer, “let me fuck her, ill make her feel so fucking good, have her screaming for you-”

hes cut off, eyes wide as price harshly grips his jaw. “When are you gonna learn?” price reaches down, palming kyles growing tent, making the pup whine, “shes not yours to fuck.” he lets go, pushing kyle to the ground, denied and throbbing.

price makes him watch as he gently picks you up, pulling you once again into his lap. your back presses to his chest, legs hooked around his knees, forced to spread. Price is quick to unbutton his pants, sinking you down on his fat dick. you can feel his hot breath tickle your neck as he laughs, finding amusement in the way your back bows as he forces himself deep inside you.

his hands trail up the curve of your waist, coming up to cup your tits. he squeezes the fat, grinning as it bulges between the gaps of his fingers. you can both hear kyles whines, eyes trained on you as price starts to toy with your nipples for a moment. “moan for me pretty girl, let him hear how good i stretch out your tight fuckin cunt, how your pretty body belongs t’me.” his beard tickles you as his lips brush your neck, “bounce f’me pup, show kyle what hes missing out on.”

the roll of your hips is hypnotising, kyles eyes wide as he drinks in the sight. your tits slightly jiggle each time you come down, your thighs spread wide as price shows off your swollen cunt. “see that kyle? how she takes me?” price reaches out, gripping kyles arm and pulling. he lands with his cheek pressed against the soft pudge of your tummy, able to feel as price fills you with each thrust, “feel that?” price fucks up harder into you, making your body jolt as you squeak, “thats only for good fuckin pups.”

he pushes kyle away again, leaving him to fall onto the floor, cock throbbing and aching as he watches your pretty cunt get ruined by your rightful owner <3

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Despite how possessive Mammon can be, when it actually comes down to it, he's so laid back? Like, it's always MC's choice. He's so not forceful.

Mammon & Levi are both script writers/directors in the Film Festival Event. Both are tasked with deciding whose love interest MC will be. Levi writes them as his love interest without consulting the others and states that the director's word is law. Mammon doesn't write who the love interest is and instead leaves the script open ended, expecting MC to ad lib it at the end.

In S2, he's the only one that doesn't ask MC to the dance. He very vaguely hints at wanting to go with MC & then waits for them to ask, if they don't take the hint, he drops it & doesn't ask them.

In S2, when he sees MC making the move and kissing Lucifer, he looks upset but doesn't say a word about it. He stays silent and lets them have their moment.

In S2, after he gets cursed and comes, extremely strongly, on to MC he apologizes to them later despite it being in no way his fault

Even when they finally sleep together (in s2) he asks MC to take the lead and tell him what to do.

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sukunasteeth · 16 hours

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Insomnia

You had always had trouble sleeping.

As a child, you would wander the house in search of something to do, as a teenager you utilized it for spending countless nights painting the town red with your childhood best friend Yuji, but, as an adult, you find yourself spending more and more nights sitting in front of the window, waiting for the sun to rise in a peaceful quiet.

The view was always better from your partner Sukuna’s apartment. Tucked into the very top of a complex that scraped against the sky, the city stretched out before his ceiling length windows like an endless mirage of glittering light. Looking out of them, you would never know it was three o’clock in the morning. The city still bustled, people the size of ants crossed the main streets below you in swathes of different walks of life; business men lost to highballs with too much whiskey, friends on their way to the next nightclub, shop workers calling to anyone with a pulse on the sidewalk. It was a perfect people-watching spot and a perfect distraction from the nightmare replaying in your head like a broken record.

You’re sitting on the cold tile floors of his living room, curled up in a blanket you had taken from the arm of the couch. You’re positive Sukuna had never used it before and that it’s always been a decoration before you had arrived. Now, it was part of your nightly routine when Sukuna had you over to unfold it and curl in, while you spent countless hours drifting off in your own mind waiting for morning.

It wouldn’t be long before Sukuna was up now, he had a meeting at seven o’clock in the morning that day. The two of you hadn’t gone to sleep until around midnight, naked and content. You wished you could sleep as deeply as he had been when you carefully crawled out of his bed half an hour ago, but you had accepted your insomnia by now. You found ways to live with the burden of it, and you had long since made friends with the silence and peace of nightfall.

You always did feel guilty when Sukuna was affected by it. Like tonight, when your ears catch the door to his bedroom clicking open and you hear his bare feet against the tile approaching the living room.

Your heart momentarily skips a beat. You think about hiding- sprinting into the bathroom as an excuse for your late night absence from his bed, but he makes it into the threshold of the living room before you get a chance to decide.

Despite the guilt washing over you like a bucket of cold water, your heart still warms at the sight of him. He’s slipped into a pair of sweats to come find you and is still in the middle of putting on a tank top when he appears, sleepy and squinting against the light of the city signs glaring in. His hair is still a mess from your fingers pulling on it before bed, which somehow makes him even more heart wrenching to look at. Even when his eyes find you on the floor, and he immediately frowns you’re still starstruck by his sleep drunk appearance.

“Why are you so good at that?” His voice is thick with sleep, but he talks to you as though you were just in the middle of a conversation.

You tilt your head at him, peering over your shoulder in confusion. “Good at what?”

“Leaving without waking me.” He scratches at the back of his head, yawning as he makes his way across the room to come stand beside you. One of his hands sweeps down his face, like he’s trying to wipe away his clear exhaustion.

“It’s no easy task.” You admit, hoping your innocent smile is enough for him not to push any further. He stares down at you for a moment, searching your eyes reflecting in the neon of the city line.

He huffs through his nose when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, muttering to himself as he plops down beside you and folds his legs into a cross-legged position. He’s close enough that his side is flush against yours, his knee resting over top of your own, grounding you. “So stubborn.” You hear him say.

As if it were second nature, you immediately rest your head against his shoulder and his arm comes around your waist in turn, scooting you even closer to him. The two of you fit together perfectly by now. Constantly trading off between who was yin and who was yang, but always in equilibrium when you were side by side.

“I need to get you a bell.” He murmurs against the shadows of his living room.

You chuckle, “Yeah? Gonna collar me?” You’re just poking fun, but when you peek up at him expecting him to be chuckling too, you find his eyes honed in on your neck, like he’s considering it.

He doesn’t give you an answer to that one, but you can see it in his eyes that your joke has been taken as a suggestion to be logged away for future use. You bury your face into his shoulder, feeling your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

You don’t take it back.

The two of you sit like that for a while, allowing Sukuna’s presence to diffuse the unease from your haunting dreams. He doesn’t have to do much to comfort you. When Sukuna was beside you, comfort was a given. He joins you in silent people-watching, his hand protectively curled over your backside as though he can feel the nightmares lingering just out of his sight.

After a while, he squeezes you to catch your attention, but doesn’t ask you to pull away from your resting place against him.

He turns his head to press his lips into your temple, and the way he whispers your name then has you convinced you’d tell him any secret you promised you’d take straight to the grave. “Why are we awake?” He asks.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You whisper back, as though you were afraid that the nightmares would hear you and realize they had won.

Sukuna takes a few seconds breathing in your scent, patiently waiting for you to give him more information. He hums in disappointment when it’s clear that that’s all you were willing to share at the moment.

“Suppose I didn’t work you hard enough last night.”

It’s a joke. Such an obvious one that you can’t help but let out a laugh despite your thoughts weighing heavily.

“Please,” You plead in a groan, “I barely made it to the living room without crawling on my hands and knees.” This was not a joke. Your legs shook like jello the moment you were on your feet and they ache with the memory of overexertion even when you're sitting.

“I do love you on your hands and knees.” Another suggestion that you can tell he’s logged away for future use. At this point you were doing it to yourself.

You still don’t take it back, though.

“Let’s see,” He clears his throat and his voice takes a different cadence now, no longer conscientious of the time of night… or day rather. “The last time you had a nightmare and I caught you out here, you asked me to make you pancakes. I think I still have the mix in the cupboard…”

You freeze up against him, your head moving mechanically upwards until you’re face to face with him. The man who reads you like a book. When you’ve tried so hard to stay shut up. When you’ve worked your entire life at achieving the perfect poker face. Time and time again he proves to you that it’s useless when he’s got your soul tucked away in his hold, yet, it never stops surprising you.

Sukuna tilts his head, smiling like you’ve confirmed his suspicions with just one glance. “What? You think I don’t know that much, at the very least? How aloof you are~”

He takes the opportunity to scoop your hair away from your shoulder and tuck a few strands behind your ears so that he can see your sleep deprived face clearly. At the same moment, his free hand reaches over and finds yours in the blankets.

He's smug with your shock.

“How long are you going to try to hide from me?”

“I’m not hiding…” You whisper, even your own voice cannot bear to lie to him. He makes a warning noise, leaning closer like he can tell.

“One day I’ll know it all. Every secret you want to keep from me. Every dream you’re too shy to tell me.” His mere proximity is enough to scramble your mind. The way his lips play just out of your reach, the way his nose brushes yours ever so slightly, the way his thumb presses into your ring finger, all of it has your focus split into too many incapacitating directions. “Your burdens. Your nightmares. All mine to bear.”

You don’t doubt him. It’s yourself that you find apprehensive to trust. Convinced that your own mind was going to torture you with him there or not. You had spent years battling insomnia alone, and while you hated to deny him, you hated to get your own hopes up too.

“You can’t scare away all my nightmares, my love.”

"Hmm, is that right?” Sukuna lifts your hand to his face, presses it against his lips, and places a kiss to the very center of your palm. It's almost as sweet as his next words, “Sounds like I'll just have to give you so many good dreams you’ll forget about the bad ones, then.”

You wonder if you looked as awestruck as you felt in that moment.

He’s won. He knows he’s won. You can tell by that prideful toothy grin you feel him hiding behind your hand, the one you can see in the curve of his eyes.

The way your heart climbs into your throat, like it’s desperate to be home in the palm of his hands, has you instantly knowing that you were truly a hopeless cause at this point.

“When did you become so soft and sweet?”

Sukuna laughs under his breath, “When I found out that’s just how you like it.” He answers easily, like he’s asked himself the same question before.

“Now, do you want the pancakes or not?”

Before you can remind him that he has a meeting in only a few hours, before you can assure him that you weren’t thinking of food at three o’clock in the morning, your stomach releases a growl that’s begging for Sukuna’s undivided attention.

He snorts, not even bothering to wait for a verbal answer before he’s maneuvering to his feet, still grasping your hand gently in his own.

“Come sit pretty on the counter for me.” He tugs you. “It’s cold out here.”

You don't think you've ever felt warmer.

#jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you #jjk fluff #sukuna slept like a rock before you came along #now he knows what an empty bed feels like #he makes you coffee every morning #and gets offended when you try to make it yourself

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okkalo · 2 months

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best big brother ever.

rindou x reader

genre(s): fluff, crack

hi, this is a tiktok trend for anyone wondering

“if you wanna get to him, you gotta get through me first,” your possessive and bold words immediately drew rindou’s attention towards you. his lilac eyes narrowed as he confusingly tried to make sense of the situation.

rindou had been minding his own business on the couch, listening to some songs out loud. when you had come over to sit next to him, which was just a second ago, he paid it no mind. but, now you were threatening your phone camera?

as if he wasn’t already in a confused state, you turned to face him with that mischievous smile he’s come to dread. then, your hand clawed around his chin, pulling him closer to smash your lips against his.

now he was in complete shock.

before he could even comprehend what the hell was happening, you pulled away just as swiftly as you came and turned back to your phone.

“best brother ever,” you enunciated, a proud smile adorning your lips. rindou’s heart stopped. his hand immediately flew to snatch your recording phone away from you, throwing you a disgusted glare at the same time.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” his question made it hard not to just burst out laughing then and there.

“what do you mean, big bro?” you innocently asked, your tone much softer as you tilted your head at him. he hated the way his heart fooled him to feel a pang of guilt at the sight of your obvious act.

“i’m not your big bro!” he hurriedly replies, giving your shoulder a small shove. unlucky for you, he was quick to move his attention back to your phone, obviously about to delete the video.

“rindou, it’s a prank! don’t delete the video!” you hastily beg, moving to try to claim your phone back from his hands.

“i’m not letting you make people think we’re siblings,” he grumbled, practically jumping over the joke and continuing to hold the phone out of your reach. his fingers were quick to delete the video, much to your dismay. his reaction truly would’ve gone viral.

“rin, that’s a whole trend. no one’s gonna believe we’re siblings,” the whine leaves your lips, upset that he deleted something so funny. in his eyes, he couldn’t believe that you were the one pouting. still, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt.

he huffed, tossing your phone back to you. “don’t care, that was probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. i’m saving you face,” he claimed, moving his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. despite his words, he was obviously trying to make you feel somewhat better.

“geez, rin, i take what back what i said earlier. you’re actually the worst brother ever,” you mirrored his huff with an eye roll, not being able to resist teasing him.

“i’m not your brother!” he immediately replied, pushing you away from him once again. unlucky for him that he’s just so easy to poke fun at.

#if this offends u then i have reached the wrong audience fr #unedited #this reminded me i still haven’t moved the correct divider over to my phone 🫶🫶🫶#anyways here’s smth before i probably go on break again #spring break is next week tho #maybe i’ll do smth then #idk #someone ask for a ran version so i have a reason to write for him #rindou x reader #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo rev rindou

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mariusroyale · 4 months

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listen

listen ppl writing rise raph x reader hcs

i firmly believe raph would not realise how easily he could hurt his partners until afterwards 💀

like i get that he’s a big sweetheart and doesn’t hurt unless necessary but let’s not forget he’s rough around the edges

give me raph forgetting they’re not his brothers and casually pushing (shoving-) them to the side while he’s distracted w something

give me clumsy raph accidentally hurting them w his tail or something

give me really apologetic raph being like ‘SHIT IM SO SORRY OH MY GOD ARE YOU ALRIGHT-’ after he sees his partner topple over bc of him 😭😭

LIKEE

give me raph who forgets to be gentle bc he needs the reminder every now and again!!

i don’t think he has the fear of being too rough unless it’s happened and by the time he learns- his partner already has some bruises bc their boyfriend is a silly giant turtle who forgets his strength-

#must i do everything around here #rottmnt #rise raph #rottmnt raph x reader #raph x reader #rise raph x reader #rottmnt x reader #text post #he does this w marius and at some point she just blocks it or dodges it #calls it the ‘raph manoeuvre’ and he gets so offended #‘WHY YOU GOTTA CALL IT THAT’#‘STOP SLAMMING ME INTO THINGS-’#‘I DONT MEAN TO-!!!’

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 7 months

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(he likes to b the little spoon)

Ghosties/ Witch-Reader au got nominated for a ‘comfort’ based doodling last night and it turned out,, longer than expected sjdgdjdhd

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lovelessplant · 8 months

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I really want to carefully remove Buggy's makeup every night before bed. I want to tell him that he deserves to be loved unconditionally. I want to kiss his forehead and look in his beautiful eyes so he knows he is handsome. He deserves good care and some good sleep

But

I also want him to smear his clown make up all over my face and chest wet with saliva and sweat

#buggy the clown #buggy opla #opla #buggy x reader #clown men makes my head brrrrr nut im working on it #just yesterday my frien asked me about my love life wile i was talking about how good Buggy is in opla im offended #buggy simp since 2013

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scary-lasagna · 1 month

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Friends with benefits with offender?

Offender

Offender always treats his friends very well, benefits or not.

He’s a big guy with a reluctantly big heart and a widespread circle of friends.

And when it comes to friends with benefits, it’s more so like a best-friendship.

You’ve already got over the awkward phase of seeing each other naked so there’s really nothing you can embarrass yourself with.

It’s more so of doing the deed and laying next to each other and Offender will ask, “Do you wanna go to Pizza Hut?”

He won’t just leave after the benefits, and he’ll actually take time to treat you as a friend.

But he likes to reiterate that you should tell him if any romantic feels or jealousy rise up so you two can fix it.

Off the record, Offender doesn’t like having FWB for that reason.

The fear of falling into that awkward phase of one person liking the other without receiving, it’s a bit too difficult to manage appropriately.

But he will always make sure your needs are met and you’re well taken care of to a professional degree.

Who knows, y’all might just fuck around and go bowling if you’re lucky.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #offender #creepypasta x reader #offenderman #offender x reader #offenderman x reader

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stellewriites · 2 months

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this is how reading some of the best cod x reader fics the internet has to offer will have you feeling like

#like those dark fics are SO good my lord #im new to cod fandom but ive spent the last week consuming as much as i could of everything p much #the smut is so fucking good i’ve never read anything like it #soap x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #price x reader #tf 141 x reader #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #i’m putting this out there into the wild and i’m hoping it doesn’t offend anyone because i mean this in the most complimentary of ways #the shame and disgust is very welcome and said positively imo #ghoap #ghoap x reader

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ghouljams · 8 months

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One day Crybaby leaves Soap a crochet ducky instead of a twig and wax figure. No explanation, just a duck like that dangling over the slightly open window.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CaYTFLdjG3H/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Cuuuute, but now I'm thinking about those webkins googles from the early 2000s. Flat duck. I always thought they were so cute and doofy lookin'.

Here's Soap not being allowed in the house(he's gotta get some tips from Price on that)

You hold a little orange webbed foot between your lips as you sit next to the window and sew. The foot's twin is carefully attached to the lumpy body of, well, you suppose it could be called a duck. It has a bill, and little nubby wings, and it's sort of shaped like a duck. You're not great at sewing. But your therapist suggested looking into hobbies with fewer noxious fumes, so here you were.

Soap leans against the open window, arms crossed to cushion himself on the windowsill. He watches you sew with keen interest, his head settled on his folded arms. You're always flattered by his attention, the way his electric eyes seem to shine just for you, he's terribly charming. He's not so scary in the light of day, not when he's so docile like this. Still, you're happy to be safely tucked inside.

You throw another ladder stitch and pull it tight, watching the thread disappear into the seam as the little foot attaches itself to the body. You give it a gentle tug to make sure it's properly attached and tie off your stitch. You snip your thread and loop the remaining bit around your finger to knot it again. At least you've got the hang of that.

"What's chasing you, hen?" Soap mumbles, his eyes heavy from the sun. You shrug, take the second flipper from your mouth and try to position it on your duck.

"Dunno," You hold up the flipper to find the best hiding spot for the tail of your thread and push your needle through to start the seam, "I've never seen it properly, just felt it."

Soap hums, lets his eyes drift closed. You can't say you don't feel the same, the warmth of the sun through the window is enough to make you drowsy. Maybe you should've made a cat instead, he sort of reminds you of one when he's like this. Then again there are a lot of things Soap reminds you of.

"You sure you can't see?" He asks. You're pretty sure. If you could see all the monsters that walk around the city you wouldn't have thought you were crazy so long. "What's it feel like?"

You pause your stitching to think. "Like walking through a spiderweb," You tell him, going back to your work. He hums again.

"Sounds nasty."

You giggle, something about him always makes you a little giddy. You think it's how easy it is to be around him now that you have an idea of how he works. You trade gifts for... well you suppose nothing. His appreciation, maybe. You don't know what he gets out of it besides the offering, or what he does with the things you give him.

You tug your thread tight to check the seam. It's a cute duck, even if it's kind of shitty. You flap the little flipper feet with your fingers and tie off your thread. You set the floppy thing on the table to snap a photo of it. It's funny how quickly you can switch from giving it away to wanting to keep it now that it's done. When you glance at Soap his eyes are open, watching you over his arms.

"Give it here," He holds a hand out. It's not so much a command as it is a gentle ask. You suppose you did say you'd give it to him when it was done. You hand him the duck with a heavy heart.

Soap stands, turns the plush over in his hands with a smile. His teeth catch his lip, eyes fond in a way that makes your heart heavy with something new. He holds the duck out to you after a few turns, the soft white fabric of it glowing with sunshine. You hold your hands out the window, suspicious, and he sets the plush in your grip.

It's warm. You pull it back inside, not sure what he's doing, or what he's done.

"What's that look?" He laughs.

"You're giving it back." You don't really know how to explain the weirdness of him rejecting your gift. It feels strange, alien in a way you haven't felt before.

"No, I'm lending it to you," He leans against the windowsill again, "It's not much, but it should help you sleep." You blink at him, at the duck. The warmth of it feels like it's spreading through you, drowsy just like laying in the sun. It feels like the long summer days of childhood, like being tucked safely into bed with the sun just falling behind the horizon.

"Thank you," You tell him, flapping the duck's little nubby winds for yourself. You can feel his smile grow, the shine of it, the burn of his heat.

"It's my pleasure."

#they're talking about fucking THREAT #y'all are lucky they're running errands or they'd be so offended #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap modern warfare #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x you #soap x oc #soap x reader #john mactavish #john mactavish x you #oc: crybaby #fae!Soap #hooks and tethersssssss #This is a little further into their relationship #but I wanted to write them being soft with each other

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