#the others don’t have names I’m afraid 😔😔😔

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I know I JUST posted OCs yesterday but I love them all so much so so so-

#my art #oc #ocs #my oc #my ocs #original characters #Original character #Johnathan Morgan #Jeremy #Trooper #Arcane oc #Yautja oc #Yautja #Megan Morgan #the others don’t have names I’m afraid 😔😔😔 #queued

[fern-writes-stories]

Busy

MINORS DNI !!!!!!!!!

♡ [a/n]; HE IS SO!!!!!!!!!! but also I’ve never written smut before so be kind to me pls 😔💔 idk i need him so bad i’ve been pent up for like a whole week atp

✧ Pairing: Miguel O’hara x female reader

✧ Word Count: 1,806

✧ Summary: Miguel pleasures you and gives mad oral. Porn w/o plot basically

✧ Warnings/Tags: 18+/NSFW under the cut, second POV, google translate spanish, pet names (cariño, mi amor, mi ciero, mami, niña buena), orgasm (f), edging, marking, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, rough sex (hair pulling, biting w/ slight blood kink), size kink if you squint, foreplay, fingering, lmk if I missed any!!!!

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“Miguel, I’m busy,” you tutted, working away at your computer desk. Miguel had arrived home from work just under an hour ago.

“Pero tengo tanta hambre de ti, mi amor......” He stood behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders while he traced patterns onto your collarbone.  (But I feel so hungry for you, my love...)

“I know, but I really need to get this done,” you sighed, moving his arms off of you. “Maybe later?”

Silence followed before suddenly you felt kisses on your neck, making your heart flutter for a moment. You knew exactly what he was trying to do.

“Miguel,” you scolded rather halfheartedly, the words coming out barely above a whisper while you were trying to convince yourself that this report took priority.

His hands began to skim your body and you felt the graze of his fangs against the nape of your neck, feeling your breath hitch in your throat. He began to trace circles with his thumb on your inner thigh with one hand while the other drifted up your shirt, slowly, at an agonisingly deliberate pace for the situation. 

Miguel began to lick and suck softly at you neck and you involuntarily cocked your head to allow him more access. You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

“Can’t you just leave your work for five minutes? Ten, max?” He muttered into your ear, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“I-I really shouldn’t...” You reasoned, though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than Miguel. He sighed against your neck and removed his hands from your body.

Before you could say anything else your desk chair was spun around suddenly, Miguel planting his hands firmly on either armrest as he caged you in. 

“Then you don’t have to leave,” he said sweetly.

He leaned down to kiss your lips and you met him in the middle, feeling his teeth brush your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you. Then Miguel’s hands began to trail your body again, one ending up in your hair and the other massaging a tit through your clothes.

You unintentionally moaned at the action and could feel Miguel smiling into your lips before breaking away suddenly. You lurched forward at the absence of his sensual kissing and groping and opened your eyes in time to watch him move to a kneel in front of you.

He gently pried apart your knees and stared up at you through your legs, moving to place a kiss on your inner thigh before resting his head against it.

You could feel it, your pussy throbbing and aching at the sight of him below you- you wanted him so bad, hanging on the edge of his every movement with impatience and lust. He began to rub your other thigh.

“I want to pleasure you so bad, mami...” he closed his eyes. “Make you feel so good... cogerte hasta que te derrumbes...” (fuck you until you collapse)

Miguel opened his eyes again and you glimpsed his gorgeous brown irises through his eyelashes. “Show you how much I love you, mi cielo...”

Your throat had gone dry and you couldn’t find you words, dizzy from arousal and feeling how wet you were, afraid you had soaked through your pants already.

The hand Miguel had previously been using to rub your thigh slowly made its way upwards, caressing your curves until he hooked a finger under the waistband of your pants.

“Will you let me pleasure you, mami? Just like you deserve, mi niña buena?” (my good girl)

“Yes,” you breathed out, pressing your mouth shut tightly to stop your lip from quivering with anticipation. Immediately Miguel made quick work of removing your pants and discarding them, exposing your soaked underwear. 

He chuckled, a deep sound that turned you on even more. “All dolled up for me already, cariño?” He teased.

You moved to close your legs out of embarrassment but Miguel reinstated his grip on your thighs; harsher this time, holding you in place so he could go to town. “What’s wrong, mami?” He asked, leaning closer to your pussy. “Having second thoughts?”

You suddenly felt his tongue on your clothed cunt, licking a long, slow arc from your vagina to your clit. You inhaled sharply and moaned, throwing your head back- you needed more. 

“N-No,” you gasped out.

“No, what?” Miguel said slowly, sternly. His tongue began to paw at your throbbing clit.

“No, papi,” you moaned. It took everything in you to not just slam his head into your vulva.

“That’s more like it,” he growled, flashing his fangs at you as he moved to remove your underwear. The moment the cool air of the room hit your unclothed cunt you shivered, but the cold was quickly replaced when Miguel moved forward again to lick lines across you pussy.

He continued back and forth, once again at an agonisingly slow pace. Your hips bucked suddenly at the need for more stimulation and you felt the vibrations of Miguel growling into your cunt.

“Miggy, please- m-more,” you pleaded, crawling a hand up your shirt so you could grab your tits.

He began to use his tongue to circle your clit, at a much steadier pace this time, and reached one of his hands up to grab your hip. You began to feel a fire light deep in your belly, in your core- you were so close already.

“I-I’m almost...” you stuttered out, too engulfed in the feeling to finish your sentence as you began to feebly grind into his tongue.

Miguel began to work faster, now at a furious pace that only stoked the deep fire within you further. Right before it released all at once you grabbed Miguel’s hair in your free hand and pushed his face further into you cunt as it began to quiver with ecstasy. 

You let out a sound mixed between a scream and a moan while you rode the high, Miguel still working away at your clit until you became so sensitive it hurt.

“M-Miguel!” you cried out, having to pull his head away when he didn’t stop. 

And there he knelt below you, hair an impossible mess that was tangled in your fingers and the lower half of his face drenched in your climax. 

“Sorry,” you blurted out, releasing his hair from your grasp and moving to close your legs again when, like before, Miguel stopped you. You stared down at him with round eyes, unable to shake your newfound arousal from his dishevelled appearance.

It was impossibly quiet as you watched him use his thumb to wipe up some of your slick from along the line of his jaw, licking it clean.

“What are you apologising for, niña buena?” Miguel’s tone was seductive and playful. “I’d drink you up all night if I could, tan deliciosa, mi ciero.” (Good girl, so delicious).

You felt your face go hot and you moved a hand to hide your eyes from him and Miguel laughed. A moment later you felt his gentle hand grab your wrist and move your arm so that he could see you again. You noticed that he had cleaned off the rest of his face- presumably with his shirt.

“Don’t go all shy on me, mami,” he teased, leaning in to kiss you deeply again. When you began to kiss him back you felt Miguel nip your bottom lip with his fangs, and you let out a squeak. He began to move along your jaw, down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and hickies until he reached your collarbone.

You felt the pin-prick of his fangs in your skin and withheld a moan as he began to lick over the small cuts. It was then you noticed one of his hands exploring the inside of your thighs again, caressing you so delicately before suddenly his thumb was on your clit.

You gasped and Miguel’s other hand found its way up your shirt once more, brushing lightly over your nipple as he continued biting and sucking along your neck.

The hand massaging your clit was moving in circular motions, toying with you as you began to throb and ache madly again. Then it stopped all of a sudden, and you were about to protest before you suddenly felt two fingers prodding at the entrance to your vagina.

You moaned into Miguel’s hair, burying your fingers in his brown locks. He took this as an invitation and gently penetrated you until he was knuckle deep in your pussy. His fingers curled, massaging your g-spot and driving you crazy. 

He began to pump his fingers in and out, making sure to hit your most sensitive spot every time as you continued to moan into him.

“You’re so tasty, cariño. Can’t get enough of you,” Miguel’s breath was hot and you could only bring yourself to respond with a whimper as he began to roll a nipple between his fingers. 

“You sound so hot, estás excitando a papi aún más, princesa.” He groaned into your neck. (You’re turning daddy on even more, princess)

At his words you began to feel your insides coiling up again, your pussy tightening around Miguel’s fingers as you neared another high.

“M-Miggy...” You moaned out through your panting, and he knew you were close. He bit into your skin again with his fangs, slightly harsher this time.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, lapping up the blood he had shed.

Your breathing quickened even more and you arched your whole body into Miguel, closing your eyes while your legs twitched with anticipation before all at once the stimulation ceased. 

You could no longer feel Miguel looming over you, his fingers withdrawn from your cunt and his other hand removed from under your shirt. You whimpered unintentionally and your hips grinded into nothing, your whole body aching at his absence and painfully winding down from your missed climax.

You opened your eyes and saw Miguel standing in front of you, staring up at him with a furrowed brow and confusion in your eyes.

“Well, I suppose you’d better get back to your work,” he said much too nonchalantly. Your stomach flipped and you could barely think clearly through the haze in your brain. He couldn’t be serious.

He licked his fingers clean of your fluids, savouring every moment, and shrugged his broad shoulders. “Maybe later?” He teased.

“Miguel!” You cried out indignantly as he walked away from you, the sly smirk on his face making you want to punch him.

His laughter followed him out of the room and you were now painfully aware of the puddle that had gathered on your seat.

#fern writes #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #across the spiderverse #atsv #smut #smutshot #oneshot #female reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #x reader #x you #spider man #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara

[marnerparty]

austin with an ‘o’

Auston Matthews x reader best friend!Quinn Hughes x reader

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[yurizonofanfics]

I hope I'm doing this correctly! I have a request, for a reader who's giving DK the silent treatment because he said something he shouldn't have? We all know he's a bit of a man-child, but continue to love him regardless. 😔 You don't have to take the request though! Have a good one! ⭐️

OOOOOH THIS ONE IS A LITTLE ANGSTY feat. an appearance by Diddy Kong…(I am a newer Donkey Kong fan so if I don’t get his personality right I’m so sorry.)  I don’t specify what DK says so imagine he made a comment about something he knows you’re deeply insecure about or something equally offensive.

Donkey Kong gently called your name with a nervous lilt as you packed some of your clothes in a bag. “Look, I’m really sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it.” You ignored him as you moved about his house that you shared with him, collecting other necessities. He didn’t try to touch you; he could feel the anger and sadness radiating off of you and he was afraid to. But he would do his best to stop you without getting physical.

“Come on, you can’t just up and leave me because of one thing I said. I apologized. I’ll apologize a hundred times if I have to!”

“If you didn’t mean it, why did you say it?” You finally addressed him, zipping up your bag, but didn’t look in his direction.

“I-I don’t know. It just slipped out. I’m sorry.” You slipped past him and headed towards the door. “Sometimes a simple apology isn’t enough. You need to reflect on what you did wrong and mean it when you apologize.” “Wait!” He reached out and grabbed your arm, as gently as he could in his desperation, but you still refused to look at him. “Please don’t go. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“But you did,” you said coldly, “and I think we need a break.” You yanked your arm out of his grasp and headed out the door and past the guards.

DK could’ve stopped you. He could’ve snatched you up and brought you right back but he knew that was an asshole move and he already felt like a massive asshole. From then on, if you found yourself in the same area as him, you simply removed yourself from the situation or ignored him. You never started anything, but everyone who spent time around the two of you knew something was up by the tense energy. He never said anything about it either, but he hoped that you would notice how quiet and sad he was without you and forgive him already. Even when he found out you were staying with Funky Kong, he didn’t confront you about it, although the thought pissed him off to no end. DK’s strategy of waiting until you got over it wasn’t working, and finally Diddy Kong asked him about it.

“What is going on between you two???” The smaller Kong asked when he came over to DK’s one day.

“I said something really bad to them,” DK said, flopping despondently in his hammock.

“Like what, specifically?”

DK explained and Diddy blew up at him.

“Why would you say that to them?! You know how they feel about that!!”

“I don’t know, it just popped out!”

“You need to apologize, dude.”

“I did apologize, like, five times!”

“But did you mean it?”

“I think I did?”

“That does not inspire confidence. You need to step up your game and make it up to them.”

So DK, with the help of Diddy, did what you had told him and reflected on what he said and did that was wrong, and then showed up at Funky’s shop to see you with your favorite fruit in hand. When Funky saw him, he smiled knowingly and called for you over his shoulder then went back to work on whatever contraption he was developing. As you came out of the back and spotted DK you were a little apprehensive but optimistic. Maybe he had learned his lesson?

“Hey,” DK said as you approached.

“Hey,” you said back, the first word you had said to him since you left.

“I brought these for you.” He handed you the fruit and you took it, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Thank you.”

“Um…I did what you said. I thought about what I did, and I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I knew that comment would bother you and I said it anyway. I was a real asshole. You’re not Mario, I shouldn’t pick on you, especially not when I love you so much.”

You felt your face flush at his confession, although it wasn’t the first time he said it, your heart pounded every time he told you he loved you.  

“Thank you, DK. I forgive you.”

“Will you come back home?”

“Of course.”

#super mario #donkey kong x reader #bear writings

[rierice8]

Hey bestieee

So I think you should write Soukoku just for me bc u love me sm!!! I’ll leave all the details up to u but it must be SMUTTY AF foreplay to the max, and the rest can be whatever your pretty little heart desires

Merci ❤️anon

(Ps did I mention to make it extra smutty)

I THINK I DID YOU DIRTY BESTIE- I PUT A LOOOOT OF PLOT 😭😭

I’m not that good at writing smutty smut and I don’t wanna let down my bestie 😔

But I DO think I did you dirty…

I started writing this on the plane back home…in late August…SO IT'S BEEN A WHILE

Sorry if it feels a little plot heavy or rushed around the end, I…was not very inspired at all…usually an x reader blog but I made an exception for YOU 🫵 anyways let's say this is in celebration that skk isn’t soukover and they’re still alive!

What did you say?

Dom chuuya x sub dazai

Word count: 1876

Warnings: PLOT (scary scary oh no), drinking, drunk sex, name calling (good boy, slut, etc), size kink

Ever since the port mafia and the detective agency called a temporary truce to fight against Fyodor, to Chuuyas misfortune, Dazai has been showing up more and more often. To the point where sometimes Chuuyas afraid to open his room door in the morning since Dazai could easily be standing right there. Dazai has been purposefully trying to provoke Chuuya as much as possible, simply for the sake of being annoying. Leading us up to this evening, where Chuuya gets a knock on his door at a ridiculously late hour.

“What the fuck…who is it?!” Chuuya yelled from the living room as he stood slowly to go answer the door. The person on the other side just kept knocking too, not even stopping after Chuuya had got up to go to the door.

“Ok! Jesus fucking christ, I’m coming!” Chuuya said clearly annoyed as he groggily walked to the door and unlocked it. He didn’t even have to open the door by a centimetre before the door was flung open by who ither than Dazai.

“Chuuuuuya~ I brought wineee!!” Dazai giggled as he closed Chuuya’s door with his foot. Chuuya gave his unexpected visitor a look of sheer disgust.

“And who the fuck said you could come in?? Who invited you? Its fucking 2 in the morning?!” Chuuya yelled, but not loud enough to go through the walls, as he still had respect for his neighbours. Dazai sighed and placed his free hand on his forehead in a theatrically overdramatic way.

“But Chuuuuuyaaaaa!! I went out to buy the most expensive wine I could get just so we could get wasted together and now you're shunning me?!?! I’m going to throw myself off the roof!” Dazai cried. Chuuya all of a sudden was rather interested. Wine?

“Ooh…what kind did you get? Let me see the bottle.” Chuuya snatched the bottle from Dazai’s hand and grimaced.

“Expensive wine my ass, this might as well be from the fucking dollar store. Did you thrift this wine? Cuz I swear this shit is the cheapest thing on the shelf, fucker.” Chuuya put the bottle down on the kitched counter and got two glasses, and his own bottle of wine. Meanwhile Dazai walked to Chuuya’s living room and saw the tv was paused on a cheesy romance movie.

“Chuuya, what kinda garbage do you watch? I know I spent dirt on that wine but your brain must be dirt to think a movie like this is worth watching,” Dazai teased as he turned the tv off and waited for Chuuya to bring the wine and glasses. As Chuuya walked to the living room he scoffed.

“What do you know about romance, dipshit?” Chuuya said as he opened the bottle and poured the glasses. Dazai laughed.

“Surely I know more about romance than you do. At least I’ve had relationships before,” Chuuya scoffed and rolled his eyes at Dazai.

“Oh yeah, “relationships”. All of your relationships lasted a week or less and were toxic as fuck since I bet you’re not even interested in women,” Chuuya smirked as he took a sip of his wine. Dazai reached to grab his glass too, taking a sip and sighing.

“Aw drat! Caught me red handed again Chuuyaaa,” Dazai said sarcastically as he threw his head back dramatically.

“I guess all I’ve ever wanted was some short ginger man to fuck me dumb~” Dazai teased. Chuuya only sighed in response.

“Yeah? Just say that again when I’m a little more drunk and see where it gets you, whore.” Chuuya took another sip of his wine, while watching Dazais face turn from coy to flustered in seconds.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, now drink up you fucker. By the way this is my own wine, not the dog shit you bought, so every drop you drink is coming out of your pocket,” Chuuya said as he refilled his own glass and went to sit down next to Dazai on the couch. Chuuya grabbed the tv remote and stuck on the movie he was watching before. Dazai laughed and immediately started mocking it

“Oh~~ Alejandro!! Mi amour!! You cannot leave me, wah~~ for look, my legs…they opened automatically!!!” Dazai laughed hysterically as he danced around the room. Chuuya held back a laugh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Bro just watch the movie. The wine is clearly already fucking with you, whatever happened to “I have a high alcohol tolareance” Dazai?” Chuuya laughed. Dazai looked almost offended as he sat down again and watched the movie.

Both of them were slowly sipping their wine glasses, unknowingly going through at least three each. Dazai lets his head slip onto Chuuyas shoulder…Chuuya runs his hand up Dazais thigh…Dazai whispers filth into Chuuya’s drunken ears...Chuuya lifts Dazai’s face by the chin and stares at him, eyes half lidded.

“What was that you said about wanting to get fucked dumb by me again?”

Dazai’s eyes shot wide open before he settled into a smug look.

“I don’t know~ did I ever even say anything?”

Chuuya scoffed as he lent in so closely to Dazai that they were basically kissing.

“Oh…well thats sad,”

Chuuya smirked as he completely pulled away, leaving Dazai sitting there stupidly with his eyes closed, as if he was waiting for Chuuya to kiss him. His eyes snapped open as Chuuya moved away completely

“Woah woah woah wait!! I was just jokinggg, I said something earlier, what, did you want me to repeat myself? I gladly will!!” Dazai chirped, basically begging.

Chuuya just nodded, waiting to see if Dazai really meant it or if he was just joking.

Dazai then lent in close to Chuuya’s ear, pressing himself against chuuya in the process and he whispered.

“I want you to to fuck me, Chuuya.”

Maybe it was pent up desire, or maybe it was just the wine, or whe way Dazai seemingly begged but either way their lips were pressed together. Dazai parting his lips slightly to leave passage for Chuuyas tongue, yet without breaking the kiss, he also stated moving to straddle Chuuya. Once Dazai found his place on Chuuya’s lap he only took a second long breather before going back to kiss the ginger. Bandaged hands running up under Chuuya’s shirt, almost achning to get the thing off. Slowly breaking the heated kiss, Chuuya moved to gently kissing along Dazais jaw before pulling away fully to look at him. Dazai’s eyes were halflidded and clouded with lust…or maybe just alcohol. Dazai steadied himself with a hand against Chuuya’s chest as Chuuya slowly unbuttoned Dazai’s shirt.

“For fucks sake just take it off already!” Dazai sighed, while Chuuya just smirked.

“You we’re the one begging for me to do with you as I want, now you’re gonna be a good boy and be patient, ok?” Dazai just gulped and nodded. Finally Dazai’s shirt was fully unbuttoned and thrown to the floor, where Chuuya then hurriedly takes his own shirt off. He peppered kisses down Dazai’s chest and started gently biting and sucking on the milky skin. Dazai’s already gasping, and tangling his hands in chuuyas hair.

“Shit...Chuuya” Dazai said as he let his head tip back. Chuuya smiled against his skin as he left little hickeys behind, all the way up to his neck, making sure they can’t be covered. He trailed his hands down Dazais chest before reaching the hem of his pants. Dazai’s breath hitched.

“You good?” Chuuya asked, making sure before moving any further. Dazai just nodded.

Bliss. That's what Dazai could describe it as, maybe if he could think. Chuuyas digits roughly fucking in and out of his ass, his head thrown back in pleasure as Chuuya kept leaving little marks all over his neck, pulling his bandages loose so that he has more access. As Chuuya fingered Dazai loose, he started playing with Dazai’s tip too, who only let out pornographic moans in response.

“Shit Chuuya- Ngh!”

Chuuya kissed him, swallowing all his moans in the heated moment.

“You’re such a slut. Letting me use you like this. You even asked for it, and now you're whining and doing absolutely nothing…what if I put you to work,” Chuuya whispered to Dazai as he stopped all his actions. Dazai whined in response

“N-no why, what? Don’t stop, come onn,”

He grumbled, Chuuya just took off his boxers and beckoned Dazai

“Ride me. Bitch.”

And without hesitation, Dazai climbed on top of Chuuya and lined up his hole with Chuuyas cock, slowly sinking down on it with an ecstatic expression, moans spilling out of the both of them.

“Shit…so deep…”

Dazai said breathlessly as he finally sat down fully. Within seconds Dazai started moving, up and down rhythmically. A small bump forming on his stomach. Chuuya just watches as it gets smaller and bigger again, moving his hand to push down on it before leaning in to Dazai’s neck, leaving kisses trailing up to his ear

“You feel that? Thats how fucking deep my cock is in you.”

Dazai moaned at Chuuya’s words. After bouncing for a while though he started slowing down, whining at the loss of sensation

“Chuuya, I can't…I’m tired…please..”

Chuuya thrust his hips up into Dazai, gipping into his hair and pulling on it.

“Please? Please what? What do you want, slut?”

“Fuck- shit Chuuya! Ngh- I just want you to fuck me already! Please-”

Chuuya then flipped Dazai over on the couch, so he was positioned on top. He then started pounding into Dazai, no remorse. As if it had been his one and only desire for years.

“Ngh- shit! Fuck I’m-”

Dazai was trying to grip the couch fabric as he failed to speak from all the sudden pleasure.

“Shit I’m gonna fucking fill you up,”

Chuuya panted out, slamming in and out of Dazai as he just writhes and moans. Dazai’s hands going to lift his legs up so Chuuya could hit deeper.

“Please do, oh fuck- Shit I’m gonna cum- mnfg!”

Chuuya bit his lip as Dazai clenched around his dick.

“Shit, me too…”

Chuuya moved so he was more so laying flush against Dazai, wanting to feel their skin touching as he uses it as leverage to also thrust harder into Dazai. Chuuya reaches down to stroke Dazai’s dick as he keeps pounding him at the same time.

“Ngh shit!! Fuck fuck I’m, Ah! I’m gonna- Mngh!”

Chuuya bit into Dazai’s collar as he only stroked him faster.

“That’s it, cum for me, good boy.”

And like on cue Dazai came just seconds later, clenching down tight around Chuuya, which only made him get closer to that edge. After a couple of thrusts Chuuya came inside Dazai. Basically collapsing on top of him moments after. Both panting and tired.

“I…never thought you were gonna take my joke seriously…very happy you did though,”

Dazai laughed breathily, Chuuya only laughing a bit in return.

“Any day…any time…I’d be more than willing to take your jokes seriously,”

Dazai’s eyes widened a bit

“Did you know I loved you, Chuuya?”

He said. Chuuya smiled and kissed him sweetly.

“Of course I did, dipshit. I’ve loved you for seven years now. That's seven years too many.”

Chuuya said with a smile, Dazai nodded.

“Yeah…seven years too many indeed…”

#I HATE THIS #but at least I’m posting #skk #bsd #smut #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #bsd smut #sub dazai #chuuya smut #dazai smut

[glystenangel]

the dark of night & the light of day✨

ServiceDom!Getou x PillowPrincess&Afab!Reader (Historical AU)

Series Summary: getou isn't the caring type, but he can be for you

Chapters: 2/3

Chapter Summary: getou can't sleep, but he finds out he's not alone in that

Status: Completed

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, here we gooooo, seggs😔, fingering, pussydrunk!getou, teasing, degradation + praise, getou being a smug lil phuck, penetrative & unprotected sex, cum eating, "just the tip", cockwarming, stockholm syndrome, d/s, cussing, etc etc.

~2.6k

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

Ch. 2 - Obsession & Imagination

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Embarrassment is what he should have felt while lightly knocking on your door in the middle of the night and panting from stress, but the only thing coursing through his veins is suppressed agitation at how long you’re taking.

He cracks his neck with a sigh, he knows he’s being irrational.

But, you couldn’t have been that deep of a sleeper.

Getou raises his fist again to knock, and his hand stops millimeters before the wooden surface when he hears it.

A moan.

Your angelic, sweet little moan.

It’s almost so imperceptible of a sound that he may have missed it, had he not been waiting for some semblance of you being awake. 

As if in perfect timing, he hears a louder one.

And it’s his name.

Not one thing could distract Getou from his initial motivation more than that. The door gives away under his palms, and his haughty gaze meets your glazed one as you look up in surprise at Getou’s presence in your doorway.

The sight of you, disheveled and quietly panting under your breath as a hand is delicately poised between your nearly bare, widespread legs, is absolutely maddening. Getou couldn’t decide if he had been cursed or blessed by the vision before him.

Examining your bashful expression and the way your sleeping gown petals around your thighs, he accepts that it may be a bit of both.

For a moment, all you can hear is each other’s stunned breathing.

Then, Getou cautiously slides the paper door shut behind him, and a satisfied smirk comes across his features when he feels it click into the doorframe behind his fingertips. Upon pulling his hand away, he faintly recognizes the slight tremor running through him as excitement.

“Am I interrupting something important?” His voice is a rich velvet sugared with mocking.

You shake your head and try to close your legs together, “N-no, master.”

He allows his knees to nestle into the cushiony surface of your futon with a sneer.

“You’re not a good liar at all. Though that doesn’t surprise me.” 

Despite his coarse words, Getou barely resists touching you, choosing to tap at a spot by your calf.

“You were calling for me. Tell me why.” He states simply, matter of fact with a noticeable tightness in his throat.

You seem to consider the statement, jutting your chin up to part your lips and speak when Getou narrows his eyes.

“Don’t try to lie to me either. It won’t work.”

A battle seems to ensue in your mind, and Getou allows the silence to tense before you mumble, “I was imagining something. Something with you in it. I’m sorry.”

Shame dusts your confession, but oh is it delicious to Getou’s ears.

The war hardened man doesn’t take his eyes off of you for a second, and a cute whimper escapes your throat when he wraps a hand around each ankle to tug you down to the end of the futon.

“And now?” 

The same pleading look from when you first met dowses your features, an expression both tempting and tragic.

“I’m afraid I might be imagining even more.”

All air leaves his chest, and Getou then drags his fixed stare to the obvious wet sheen forming between your legs. Your wanton fluids are heavy and thick there, and drool pools underneath his tongue at finding further evidence of your attempted masturbation session. Even when you try to cover your arousal, Getou gently moves your hands aside.

He trails his hands up your legs, and he uses the back of his knuckles on one hand to stroke over your puffed up pussy.

“Were you having fun then? Playing with yourself like that?”

You don’t even have a chance to answer, as he hooks his fingers into the center of your panties and tugs down, hard.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you stop. Did I ruin the mood?” Getou tilts his head, relishing your delighted gasp when he slides two fingers over your tender folds. 

“Looks like I didn’t at all.” He confirms in a whisper, voice brimming with awe.

Playing with your slick, he swirls the heady precum all over, experimentally pressing and rubbing the pads of his fingers all over your entrance. He likes the way you squirm your hips and arch your back to catch his fingers where you want him the most. 

“You heard me knocking didn’t you? Knew I’d come in and see you like this. You’re a pervert, huh? It’s cute. I like it.” Getou’s increasingly staggered breaths hit your wobbly bottom lip as he starts pushing a finger in.

He doesn’t know what kind of response you’ll have, but he’s willing to find out.

“You’re so wet. Fucking filthy. What’s the matter? Something happen? Hm?”

Getou sinks his finger further in, and when he’s knuckle deep inside of you he nearly chokes when you squeeze yourself around the pale digit. You feel tight and warm.

A shaky breath leaves him as he pulls his finger out, the memory of your pussy around it making him desperate enough to push in another finger before he begins gliding them in and out at a consistent speed.

“G-Getou. Ng, ah!”

At your whine, he pauses. He liked the noise you just made, and he wonders if he can make you do it again. He swirls the tips of his fingers upwards, brushing against the same spot that made you moan out in pleasure.

“Feeling is so much better than imagining, isn’t it?”

Your eyes are fixated on his, and you weakly pinch the clothing over his chest between your knuckles.

“It is, it is.”

“You like it here?” He nudges his nose against yours, looks at your eyes intently as they lose focus.

“Y-yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Your words devolve into stuttered cries as Getou speeds up, his fingers dipping into your core more and more rapidly.

Your mouth falls open and he can feel you twitching erratically around his appendages, it’s so good.

“Dirty girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” He mutters, and all you can do is wordlessly open your mouth as your hips buck into his busy hand.

You’re beautiful like that, he thinks to himself, eyebrows scrunched together and tongue freely lolling out with drippy spit from his fingers vigorously fucking into your wet hole. 

He couldn’t wait to make you even more beautiful, to make you cum right in his palm. Getou got a sick sense of pride from seeing you in such a vulnerable state, and knowing that it was because of him and him alone.

Your legs are shaking now, and a high pitched squeal escapes you as you cum splatters on his fingers. Getou shoves every drop back in, and you cry out from the sting of aftershocks as he slaps the creamy substance over your entrance.

As you calm down from your high, Getou kneels lower into the middle of your widespread legs to observe your face closely, drinking in your shudders and the remaining mewls stuck in your throat. He doesn’t want to admit he’s captivated by the tears resting on your eyelashes, the indistinct breaths dewed with moisture. 

The damp darkness of your tongue behind your lips is barely visible, so he reaches his fingers in, shuddering when you dazedly run the crude point of your tongue along his knuckles. Then you start automatically sucking on the appendages, frothy spit pooling between Geto’s fingers and dribbling down your chin. 

He bites the inside of his cheek, slowly reaching down to undo the tented fabric of his pants and undergarments. 

As soon as the leaking tip of his cock catches on the cool air of your room, he rolls his shoulders back and slips his fingers out from your mouth.

He looks at the clear, lusty bubbles of saliva running over the lines of his palm, and then uses it to smear the liquid-your liquid- over the sides and tip of his hardened cock.

“You can help me now.” Getou says with a barely concealed groan, “I need more.”

You nod, obedient as ever, and Getou adores the way your bottom lip is already indented from you biting down on it.

He lowers his hips, and smirks when he seats his cock on top of your soaked pussy. You manage to stay still, though he doesn’t fail to notice the way your breathing falters and your pussy folds pulse in an overly eager attempt to pull him in faster. The diffused breaths swim over the swells of your chest, raising goosebumps there and making your stomach rise and fall erratically. You could definitely fit him entirely. He wonders how you’ll take him. Though he supposes he should only do the tip, he was probably already going too fast.

At that thought, Getou places a hand on your stomach, “Look at me.”

You trail your heady stare up from his wrist to his forearm, and then to his shoulder and finally the tense expression on his face.

“You can touch me.” He finds himself saying, though he almost doesn’t recognize his own voice. 

It’s raspy and commanding, but with an undercurrent of desperation he’s not used to when giving orders.

A hesitant blink of your eyes, and then you reach down to close your fist around the tip of his cock. You press your forefinger to the tip of your thumb, rotating it and biting your lip when his precum spills out from your touch. It collects in the folds of your fingers, transparent and glistening. Steadily, you explore the entire length, and all Getou can do is tighten his abdominal muscles until he can’t accept the sensation of only your hand anymore.

“Okay,” Getou asserts, in that rough voice he slowly begins to accept as his, “Let me put it in.”

You let go, lapping up the remaining fluid and meeting his gaze when you finish. The reciprocated want in your eyes makes his stomach twitch.

Getou maintains the eye to eye connection, using his other hand to hold your hip as he lines up his cock up to your entrance before finally pushing in the flared head of his cock.

Both of you simultaneously moan out a foul noise that becomes permanently etched into Geto’s brain.

You feel good. Better than good. You feel like good fucking pussy. The best fucking pussy he ever felt.

That couldn’t be though. Getou leans his hips back, fighting every instinct to envelope the thudding tip of his cock back in until the precum oozing out of its slit is visible again.

The curve of his tanned cock is rigid, the adrenaline surging through him obvious from the substantially thick veins wrapping around his girth. He lets the veins get coated with your excitement as he prods at your entrance, following the folds of your center with the hungry end of his dick. The squish of your sex is audible, along with your heightened breaths.

It’s so good. 

Getou can sense the drool under his tongue and the sheer pleasure thickly stuck between his thighs.

It’s so good. It’s so good.

“I’m putting more in.” He confesses, already breathless as he keenly hunches over and clasps your hands in his.

You nod, eyes squeezed closed, but immediately intertwine his fingers with your own.

Getou restrains himself as much as possible, a drawn out groan leaving him as he sinks halfway into your sopping walls.

It’s not enough.

He bucks his hips, the section of cock he doesn’t allow to be engulfed by your wetness becoming smaller and smaller. Control becomes less of a priority as your mouth drops open with heady gasps.

Too good. The best. 

Getou grinds into your hips to force himself to pause for a moment, but it only makes him lose further focus.

Then, he feels your nails lightly digging into his shoulder blades, and your whisper hot in his ear.

“More. All of it. Please, Getou.”

Fuck.

Without another thought Getou plunges his cock completely in, and when he does he can’t fathom how he ever assumed he could resist. The sloppy, gummy squeeze of your sex is deliciously slick and dripping all over his dick. 

“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl?”

You can’t answer, lips parted silently and brows knitted together.

Thoughts no longer flood his mind, carnal need taking over as he starts fucking you like he wants to. Like he’s always wanted to, he acknowledges. Fast, deep, and hard.

The entire act is indescribably lewd, and the squelching of your cunt around Getou has him going insane. He fucking loves it. He loves you for letting him fuck you into the mattress and opening your pretty little pussy up to him. 

He thrusts deeper in, hammering into you with heated swears that you repeat back in nonsensical mewls. Getou can’t believe that you haven’t climaxed again yet, it was at least two or three times for him by now, though he wasn’t so far gone that he failed to notice your satisfaction plateauing. Didn’t you know how much he needed your cum on his cock? He must not have been doing a good enough job. 

That wasn’t going to happen ever again.

He reaches down and starts rubbing at your clit, noting how your body jolts from his touch there and how you tighten around him as he continues devoting loving attention to the swollen bud. The frenzy of movement is urgent, and your back arches higher from the added friction.

You’re delirious underneath him, and even when your vision clouds with bliss and you finally cum, he doesn’t stop until you’re screaming from the waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again. Wild want drives Getou, his hips and hand failing to cease as his cock swims through your syrupy wetness. 

He wants you to keep cumming, wants so badly to ensure that he’s giving you the best fuck of your life as he mindlessly drives his dick forward over and over again.

The entire room rattles as he rams his cock inside you, your pussy stuttering around his cock as you try not to whimper into the distracted kisses you give him.

Once you can’t take it anymore, you clutch at Getou’s wrist with both of your hands to get him to stop. As soon as he feels your tremulous plead, he slows down, dragging his cock to a stop. 

“Okay, it’s okay.” He exhales, voice soft to acknowledge your overstimulated state. 

Getou bites his lip at your pussy throbbing dully around him, but he knows you’re exhausted and he wants to be certain that you’re well rested for tomorrow. He wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly himself knowing if he was selfish and didn’t put your desires first. After all, you always did as he said, so he should extend you the same grace.

He keeps his cock in place, but doesn’t move aside from shifting you to lay on his chest. He just likes the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“I’ll stop. Don’t worry.” His whisper is a feather on your cheek, and he kisses the top of your head with greater affection than he realized he had for you.

Maybe he was in love.

“Thank you, master.” You kiss his cheek and serenely tuck your face against his neck, your quivering breaths eventually loosening into sleepy nothings.

Getou laces his hands behind your waist, snuggling into your warmth and deeply inhaling your scent. He can feel your heart beating against his chest, your relaxed rhythm matching his own. When he closes his eyes, he can hardly distinguish your heartbeat from his. It feels the same, like you share one heart.

“Fuck.” He grumbles.

He is in love.

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End Notes:

had to get this out of my system after seeing him in that slutty red hawaiian shirt for the 1894584 billionth time yk the one🙄❤️

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[galaxytoons]

Intro post!

hey guys! My name’s GalaxyToons, thanks for coming to my blog! I’m a multi-fandom artist and full-time sillyposter. (It’s a tough job being this silly 😔)

Requests: Open as always!

I’m a minor, so please no NSFW asks, thanks! (Unless it’s a joke)

Pronouns: preferably she/her, but I could honestly care less if I’m called anything else.

Fandoms I draw for: Undertale/UTMV, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Be More Chill/other musicals, OCs if requested (I’m more than happy to draw your OCs if you want, please don’t be afraid to ask!), Or any requested fandom, even if I don’t know it. That’s what reference photos are for, Folks!

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#galaxytoons #Intro post

[fumifooms]

Do you know about the Marchil h-doujin, just called "Marchil Meshi"? (Dunno wether you're comfortable about adult content regarding the ship. If not, sorry and feel free to ignore).

Imagine my surprise… When a few months ago, I was looking up places to buy doujins for dunmeshi online bc of that new-ish laimar (sfw) doujin and I find, many many nsfw ones bUT AMONGST THE HORDE… MARCHIL MESHI. I ate it up. It’s a lil iconic to me ngl, I quote it in my head sometimes. Marcille angrily gesturing always gets me cackling. It honestly has no business being this good, it was made pretty early on in the story so many years ago, and STILL! So in character, and honestly so funny, AND no weird business either. Like listen, I scour the internet, looking for any marchil content, any marchil content at all… And find a dry af desert, no life here, literally jackshit nothing. Only Pixiv has some afaik but the nsfw is def… Hm. 😔 (2 fics tagged chirumaru on there btw!! That aren’t mine lol) Thank you marchil meshi author if I had to pick 1 piece of marchil nsfw to exist I’d choose this one (honestly that’s already so close to reality lol) Thank u Asaki Takayuki I owe u my life. I like zines but I’ve never bought doujins before so it didn’t cross my mind, but dunmeshi is taking a lot of my first times in fandom engagement and I bought said laimar doujin just the other day hehe 

I do want to keep my blog generally sfw but yes I’m 100% cheering on nsfw marchil content from the shadows, glad that ao3’s finally getting some too. I hope that fic writer makes more… Tallman Chil is so so good but I hope they also do some more general premises, which the end notes on that one do make me hopeful 👀 I want more marchil writers in general. More marchil fanartists. Sfw nsfw idk I need to be fed 😭 (<- This post was drafted before that new marchil smut fic WOOHOO. So much new marchil content this week!!)

Oh while I’m here, I find this so funny/odd, but in japanese fandom ship names are simply the beginning of each name smushed together, like marchil or chilmar. The order of the names is that the first one is the "top"… Idk how jp fandoms live without switches but aight, but in m/f ships this means that typically the man is the first half of the ship name right. WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT marchil is so much more used than chilmar lmaoo. Even more stats: On Pixiv, the tag marchil had all the artworks, but the chilmar tag had all the fics. Ain’t that wack to think about. Anyways marchil or chilmar idc you go guys

Sighh thinking about them. They are so "I beg your pardon??!" "Then beg", "Fuck you!" "Fuck me yourself you coward"… Forget stamens and pistils, Chil is the cursed "You see, there are keys and there are locks…"

More under cut since I don’t get to talk about this often, screenshots and hcs for horny time

^ said panel that lives rent free in my head and makes me giggle. I wish I’d just put the whole page here it’s my fave but nahh go find it yourself

Why are they like this. Like what is thatttt

I need to stop collecting these I’m making myself feel insane (thank you fic writer for that last one I’d never noticed but omg)

Alright hc time what was I gonna talk about… Ah yes ah yes. I def think Chil is a pest, he’s horny and he wants sex and is flagrant about it, but also we know that he stayed faithful for 4 years without getting any, I feel like realistically the relationship sex wise would 100% be on Marcille’s pace. And this is the fun part, bc would Marcille be very eager? Would she want to do the romance book correct™️ route and that means no tapping until marriage, or he needs to court her all princely first? I hc that elves have a much lower libido than humans because of the whole long af lifespan thing, it’d be kinda funny if Marcille was like "Let’s take things slow… 🥺" aka first base achieved after two years of being together lol

But seee that’s the thing too bc Marcille is so afraid of loss she might rush through things as well, she very well could like, jump on him right after confessing. Is Chilchuck kind of a shithead or is he very gentlemanly and romantic, wanting to do it right and treat her well? They are such a blank canvas of sexual chemistry listen LISTENNN there are just so so many ways you can go with them they are so special. God the banter… They cannot stop bantering for a second I swear So many kinks they could fit… I like uhh praise kink for him and for her… Idk she just really loves him and the emotional adoration is what’s at the core of her enjoying it all so like, loving Chilchuck kink, which turns out those two really match together 🫶 He makes her sing and ummm um you see where this goes. They are so grossly in love and into each other

They are so domestic. I hate them

#Followers you now know about the existence of this you’re welcome #Marchil #Sorry for taking a week to answer this ask. I have so many to get back to aaa sorry everyone #There’s never a perfect time to drop bomb posts like these gdvdgd #Fumi rambles #the opening line of this post is a quote of Amanda’s iconic rant about PLA sneasler in my heart #No one can reblog this post it shall be framed in shame on my blog only /j

[daddycassie]

Welcome to my blog! 🐝☀️

It’s been a while since I’ve done an official introduction for my blog, so here is the new an updated one~

I’m Casper, you can call me Cas or Cassie <3 👻🎃

I’m an author, and I write for tbosas, aka the hunger games trilogy! I’ll write platonic headcanons for characters, x readers(fem or gender neutral, but mostly fem), ship headcanons, ship fics(snowbaird, coralbaird, dovecrane, dovecranebaird, dovebaird! Yes I know — odd selection, don’t be afraid to ask about any of them) Note that I do also write very specifically for Anthea from Shazam fury of the gods, and Maria from west side story 2021, I just love Rachel Zegler a lot <3

I keep requests open most of the time and try to get to them within a couple days but it really depends on how motivated I am, so sorry if it takes me a while to get to yours!!! 😭🫶

I write fluff, nsfw, and angst, don’t shy away from giving me your headcanons either, I love to hear from you guys!!!

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If you wanna join in, any spot not listed here should be open!! We’d love to have you as a part of the fun.

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@torturedcoveydepartment @sparklebear11 @sleepy-gee @noooooooop-e @lettersfrompanem @officialelioperlman-deactivated (may you rest in peace)

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He is the CEO of Coralbaird and I’m her secretary ✏️📋

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More about me ~ 🌼🌙

I was born on February 7th, making me an Aquarius ♒️

My MBTI is INFP ✨

my irl name is like covey 🌹

my favorite colors are yellow and pink 💛🩷

I go by all pronouns, but I am a lady ☺️

I am an out and proud lesbian who occasionally loves fictional men!!! But am currently smitten w/ Rachel Zegler and her characters so good luck dragging me away Coriolanus Snow 🫵

Some of my favorite things include; my moots, My dogs, Rachel Zegler, Tom Blyth, Crystals, the hunger games series, my wife, origami, the moon, writing/literature, bugs(especially spiders and beetles), candles, Halloween, Pumpkins very specifically, sweettarts, stuffed animals, old creepy things, stickers, Sanrio, card games, movies, pop figures, quilts, my quote books, pickles, theatre, TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT!!!! (this list goes on too long I love too many things)

For now this is all I have… I’m sure I’ll add more so stay tuned pumpkins 🫶

#cassie being an idiot #cassie talks to YOU #yes you #Right there in the cool cloths #Intro #request are open #Asks are open #request currently in the works!!

[leansuccubus]

death of our sanity and singular collective braincell; heartsteel fanfic- pt1 - i know your secrets

warnings ⚠️ contains swearing, flirting like how you flirt w your friends, it’s more of a platonic thing really. Friendly bullying, just homies being homies

You created a groupchat

You named the groupchat “🤡🤡🤡”

You: guys.

Settrigh🗿: HEY WHAT’S UP?

You: HI SETT

Settrigh🗿: HI

Settrigh🗿: SO WHAT’S WITH THE CLOWN EMOJIS?

You: that, you’ll find out soon

You: i made a gc because we’re all homies here, and we needed a gc 🥰🥰🥰

You: i also have some interesting…news to share

Settrigh🗿: uh oh you’re scaring me

You: don’t worry sett, it’ll be okay 😁😁😁

Settrigh🗿: ALRIGHT… although something is telling me i probably shouldn’t trust you

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: spill

Croissante🥐: Hello. I’m here. I’m concerned but slightly intrigued 👀👀👀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: the FUCK did they go, they can’t just come in here, say they have to say something AND THEN LEAVE???

G R E E N 🌿: i’m kinda scared too 😳😳😳

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: you’re always pscared what’s new 🗿

G R E E N🌿: THATS BECAUSE YOU GUYS HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH JUMPSCARING ME, YALL SUCK ☹️

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: #justiceforezreal

G R E E N🌿: SEE? APHELIOS GETS IT

Croissante🥐: Yeah…

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: ez. he’s the one who SETS UP THE JUMPSCARES

You: the dye must’ve leaked into his brain and killed all his braincells 💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: hes a blonde, he already had negative braincells to begin with 💀💀💀

G R E E N🌿: STOP BULLYING ME 😭

You: No.

G R E E N🌿: YES.

G R E E N🌿: DIDN’T YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL US?

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: if you don’t tell us, i’ll throw a shoe

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: i’ll throw his other shoe 🫥

Settrigh🗿: that would leave a mark

You: OKOK CHILL

Settrigh: We need to know please 😔😔😔

You: okay so.

You: yall know how i was at the dorm yesterday

You: i’m surprised it didn’t smell like straight cheese and sweat

G R E E N🌿: ARE YOU IMPLYING IT SMELT LIKE GAY CHEESE AND SWEAT

You: WHAT? NO. IM SAYING IT SMELT SURPRISINGLY CLEAN FOR A PLACE 6 SWEATY ADULT MEN LIVE IN

You: when they know basic hygienic 😍😍😍

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: QUIT YAPPING JUST TELL US WHAT YOU WANTED TO TELL US

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: YAPOLOGIST FR

Settrigh🗿:

You: CHILL IM MULTITASKING

You: anyways, I was on my way to sett and phel’s room to play some animal crossing bc they’re animal crossing addicts

Settrigh🗿: I’m an animal crossing addict and im not afraid to admit it XD

You: so on the way there, i had to pass ezreal’s room. and i shit you not, i hear him talking to himself

G R E E N🌿: oh lord. not this.

You: oh yes.

You: wanna tell us what you said EZREAL?

G R E E N🌿: nope i think i’ll pass 😃

You: that’s fine, i’ll just say it myself

You: when i walk past ez’s room, i hear him full on simping for lux, begging them gods to let her notice him

Settrigh🗿: WHAT THE HELL XD

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: jesus christ. i knew ez’s crush on lux was bad, but i didn’t know it was this bad.

G R E E N🌿: STOP NO ITS NOT TRUE

You: YES IT IS.

Settrigh🗿: oh it’s true, why would reader ever lie to us? xd

G R E E N🌿: ITS NOT I SWEAR 😭

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: we’re never letting you hear the end of this 😭

G R E E N🌿: I HATE YALL 😭😭😭

Settrigh: Aw we love you too <3

Croissante: Lol. Ez gotta be more careful next time

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸😈🤘👹👹👹: bro’s rizz is in the negatives

Settrigh🗿: bro is in the trenches

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: bro is tremendously down bad

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸😈🤘👹👹👹: we’re never letting him live this down are we?

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: no we are NOT

You: and that’s not even all

You: y’all are so strange istg, the shit i hear whenever i’m over is just insane

Settrigh🗿: THERES MORE???

You: after passing ez’s room and busting nerves from trying not to laugh, i pass k’sante’s room, and the door is WIDE open

Settrigh🗿: uh oh

Croissante🥐: Yeah… uh oh is an understatement

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: bro is cooked 💀

You: i saw him scrolling on grindr 💀💀💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: 💀💀💀

Croissante🥐: YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS 💀

You: DONT ACT INNOCENT

You: I SAW YOU K’SANTE

You: I SAW YOU.

You: YOU EVEN SAID

You: “DAT ASS THO”

Croissante: I DIDN’T THINK ID BE EXPOSED. I DIDNT THINK ANYONE SAW

You: I DID.

Settrigh🗿: Oh god… what else? XD

G R E E N🌿: we’re all curious, don’t leave us hanging 🤷‍♂️

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: i second this 👀

You: when i FINALLY reach sett and phel’s room…

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: you’re making it sound like one of those stories old people tell you about how they got to school 😭

G R E E N🌿: “i climbed 2 mountains and walked through the snow” lookin ahh

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: 💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: real

You: STFU

You: anyways, what do i hear???

Settrigh🗿: oh god. please no

You: KISSING. NOISES.

You: YALL FR THOUGHT I WOULDN’T HEAR

Phel🤫🧏‍♂️: 😟😟😟

You: y’all have anything to say about that?

Settrigh🗿: READER.

You: yes sett? 🥰

Settrigh🗿: how could you…😔

You: because y’all didn’t invite me to join 😔

Settrigh🗿: you didn’t even ask you bastard

Settrigh🗿: ya snooze ya loose yk

G R E E N🌿: one time i heard them kissing in the laundry machine

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: same, they were like so loud 💀💀💀

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: at least sett was, bro sounded like a subaru

G R E E N🌿: LMFAOOO

Croissante🥐: Lol

Mother 🤤🤤🤤: What on Earth did I just come back to?

Mother🤤🤤🤤: I spend a few hours experimenting with samples and check my phone for the time, only to see a hundred notifications. Shouldn’t you guys be cleaning?

Schizophrenia🧑‍🎤🎸🤘😈👹👹👹: RUN. ITS MOTHER. RUN FOR THE HILLS

#heartsteel fanfic #league of legends #league of legends fanfic #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone #heartsteel k'sante #group chat #writing #heartsteel #ezreal #shieda kayn #aphelios #yone #ksante #sett #riot games #riot music

[bokutosbiceps]

Hello love! Hope all is well 😁 I'm not sure if you feel comfortable writing this, but a scenario where Midorima's gf is getting abused at home and she doesn't know how to tell him but maybe Takao assumes something is going on?

you’re safe with me

midorima shintarou x f!reader | angst + fluff | words

warnings: mentions of physical/psychological abuse, depression, anxiety, mild violence

a/n: this is the 2nd request i've gotten about abuse in like less than a week 😔 are y'all okay ? you can talk to me about anythingggg !! also,, this got really long + self indulgent, i hope you enjoy 💕

characters can be aged up to 18+ if reader is 18+, otherwise, no smut so minors feel free to interact

Kazunari wrung his fingers as he paced in his room, unsure of exactly what to do. He had just gotten off the phone with you. You, who were sobbing and telling Kazunari that your mother was after you again. After soothing you as best he could, he got you to open up and tell him what had happened. 

You knew that your mother had taken a strong liking to Shintarou. She had said that he reminded her of your father back in the day, but now your father was gone and your mother was bitter. She couldn't stand to see you so happy when she was in so much pain. This, however, did not excuse her from treating you the way she did.

You had come home late after a night out with Shintarou and were feeling content. You explained that you had told your mother of your plans and she didn't seem to have any issues with it. She had actually told you to go have fun and stay out past your curfew if you wanted to. But when you got home, she was waiting up for you, furious. She immediately began to scream at you, telling you how inconsiderate you were, how you were a bitch, and how she wished she would have never given birth to such a bitch like you.

When you started to recount the physical abuse that your mother had imposed on you, Kazunari stopped you, unsure if he could stomach any more.

“Why don’t you tell Shin-chan what’s happening? Of course, I’m your friend and I care about you, but I feel like your boyfriend deserves to know. I know he would really appreciate knowing. He could probably help you more than I can.” Kazunari had said slowly, trying to make sure his best intentions came across.

He knew that Shintarou would be both hurt and furious to find out you’d been keeping this from him. It had been going on for far too long, anyways, to continue hiding this from him. He was your boyfriend and he loved you—so why did you feel so afraid to tell him?

You had sighed. “I really want to. But…I don't know. Part of me feels like I’m just complaining about it, and the other part of me feels like he wouldn't want to be involved with someone who has such an unstable family.” You sniffled. “I mean, you know, Kazu! The Midorima’s are practically perfect. Why would Shintarou want to be involved in my family drama?”

Kazunari didn't want to speak for Shintarou, so he didn't. He just told you that he thought you should tell him, solely because Shintarou cares about you more than anyone else. You had ended the phone call with a small chuckle, that had worried Kazunari, because why would you be laughing in a situation like this?

Now, he's seriously debating whether or not he should tell Shintarou what happened. He glanced at the time, one in the morning. No doubt, Shintarou would be in bed by now.

In an instant, acting on his impulse for your well being, Kazunari pressed the little phone icon next to Shintarou’s name. He tapped his foot impatiently while he listened to the monotonous ring, anxiously waiting for Shintarou to pick up. He didn't. So, he called again. And again. Four times he called, until an extremely annoyed Shintarou picked up.

“Takao, you better have a good reason for calling me four times at—” Shintarou brought the phone away from his ear to check the time, “one in the morning, nanodayo.”

“Shin-chan!” Kazunari felt his anxiety evaporate after finally getting a hold of him. It returned just as quickly though, once he realized the hardest part was not done yet. His tone got more serious. “I have to tell you something.”

The lack of the usual lilt in Kazunari’s voice made Shintarou straighten up. He'd only ever heard Kazunari be serious on a few occasions, so he knew this must be real. “Well, out with it.” Shintarou fidgeted with the hem of his nightshirt.

“It’s about y/n.” Kazunari sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “She…she's been having a hard time.” Shintarou’s silence signaled Kazunari to continue. He told Shintarou of how your mother had been beating you, shouting at you, and how you were afraid to tell him.

“Why wouldn't she tell me?” Shintarou’s soft voice startled Kazunari. He had never heard Shintarou’s tone reach that level of softness. He didn't even know it was possible.

“She believes that you wouldn't want to be involved in her family drama. I told her you care about her, but that's all I said. I think she needs to hear that from you.” Kazunari huffed. He felt better after he had looped Shintarou in on what was happening, but he still felt bad that he had gone against your wishes. It’s for her own good, though, he reasoned with himself.

A couple of seconds of silence followed. Kazunari got nervous. What was Shintarou thinking? How did he feel? Would he be mad at you and him for keeping these secrets?

After more silence, Shintarou finally spoke. “I’m going to go check on y/n.” 

Kazunari’s eyes widened. He leapt up from where he was sitting on the floor of his room. “It’s almost two in the morning!”

“I won't be able to rest until I know she's okay.” Shintarou stood beside his bed and folded the sheets back over neatly. He walked over to his closet and pulled out joggers and a sweatshirt. He noticed his fingers were trembling.

“I understand that but shouldn't you deal with this after some rest?” Kazunari began to pace again.

“You're the one who decided to call me at one in the morning, nanodayo. Four times, I might add.” Shintarou quipped. Kazunari realized he was right and stayed silent, listening to the rustle of clothes as Shintarou got dressed.

“Sorry, Shin-chan. I just felt bad keeping it from you, and I was worried about y/n.”

Kazunari could hear the jingle of keys and shutting of doors. He heard the wind against the receiver of Shintarou’s phone, signifying he had made it outside. 

“Do you want me to come with you?” Kazunari asked, breaking the tense silence.

“No, Takao, you’ve done enough.” Kazunari immediately felt bad. He'd probably ruined Shintarou’s night. He was about to apologize when Shintarou spoke up again. “Thank you.”

Kazunari smiled at his tsundere friend’s forced thanks. But he knew he meant it. He could tell. “You’re welcome, Shin-chan. Please let me know if y/n’s okay.”

Shintarou grunted in response and hung up so he could start running to your house. It wasn't that far, just a ten minute walk, so that would make it a four or five minute run, right? However, Shintarou felt like it took hours to reach your front door. He had never been so worried about anything in his whole life. 

Images of you with bruises and cuts and a tear stained face flashed in his mind as he knocked on your front door. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he waited. He raised his hand to knock again but was incredibly relieved when he heard the door being unlocked, then his uneasy feeling settled back into his stomach.

“Oh, Shintarou-chan!” Your mother beamed at him. “It’s pretty late, what are you doing here? An excellent young boy like you needs his rest.”

“I’m here to check on y/n.” Shintarou said, anger bubbling up inside of him. Seeing your mother standing there, acting like she hadn’t just ruined the beautiful night that you and him had just shared, made him furious. He tried to hide it, though, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“She’s sleeping, so I’m afraid you can’t see her right now.” Your mother’s eyes began to dart around nervously, hoping that Shintarou wouldn’t insist on seeing you. He’d see the redness and swelling of the cheek that she had slapped just hours earlier. He’d see the fresh, red cut from where your mother had dug her nails into your arm. He’d see your tear stained face. 

“Please, I insist.” Shintarou bowed politely before pushing past your mother into your house. He had never blatantly respected his elders, but in this moment, he didn’t care. Your mother did not deserve any respect—she had hurt you. That was unforgivable.

Shintarou didn’t hear the protests and babbles of your mother as he made his way to your room and knocked on the door before deciding to just open the door. He couldn’t wait another second of not seeing you. 

Your room was dark and you were in bed, turned on your side away from him. He could tell you were awake, though, because he could see your thumb scrolling on your phone and hear music overflowing from your headphones. He walked in and shut the door behind him, locking it, so that your mother couldn’t intrude. He could hear her wailing outside the door, but still decided to ignore it. What an unstable woman. 

He approached your bed and lightly touched your shoulder, causing you to jump up and cower in fear. His heart ached at your reaction to being touched. You had never been like that with him, you must’ve thought that he was actually your mother coming back to harass you.

You relaxed once you realized it was your boyfriend. “Shin? What are you doing here?”

“I-I came to check on you.” Shintarou took a deep breath. “Takao told me everything.” 

Your bottom lip wobbled as Shintarou told you everything that Kazunari had said. You weren’t mad at Kazunari at all, you were actually grateful that someone was able to tell Shintarou that you needed help. You didn’t want him to think you were weak, or a complainer. You collapsed to the floor in relief, sobs wracking your body. 

Shintarou moved over to you and wrapped you up in his arms, gently bringing your head to rest on his shoulder and stroking your hair as you sobbed.

“You are so brave, love. I can understand why you didn’t want to tell me anything, but just know, I am always here for you. No matter what.” Shintarou let out a dry chuckle. “That’s why I’m here at two in the morning.” 

You sniffled against Shintarou’s sweatshirt, muttering a small but sincere thank you. He just squeezed you tighter and held for a moment, letting you cry your heart out as much as you needed. But he desperately wanted to make sure you were okay. 

“Can I see you?” Shintarou asked softly, using one of his hands to reach to your bedside lamp and turn it on. You hesitated but eventually backed away from his shoulder. Shintarou felt his breath get caught in his throat as he finally got a look at your face.

He saw a bruise forming over your right cheek, as well as a long and fresh cut along your neck. He clenched his jaw as even more rage welled up inside of him. He had never wanted to commit an act of violence against another human being, but your mother would have been an exception to him at the moment. He decided to focus back on you.

“Does it hurt?” Shintarou asked softly, reaching up to lightly graze your cheek. You winced a little bit, causing him to draw his hand back.

“Not anymore. Just kind of stings when you touch it.” You offered him a reassuring smile. Shintarou stared at you for another moment or two before abruptly standing up and moving to your closet, throwing it open.

“Pack what you need, you’re leaving this place.”

“What?” You stood to approach him and he turned to you, his face slightly red with adrenaline. 

“You’re staying with me for a while.” Shintarou rummaged through your closet for a duffle bag or suitcase, and upon finding a small suitcase, brought it out and placed it on your bed.

“Shin, I can’t just leave!” You protested, watching as he opened the suitcase to prepare it to be filled.

“Yes, you can, nanodayo. You’re not safe here. Either you’re coming with me or I’m calling the authorities on your mother.”

Even though you know she’d deserve it, you didn’t want that for your mother. You sighed in defeat. You knew you couldn’t continue to take your mother’s abuse. Even if you were her daughter, you didn’t deserve this. You moved to the closet and began to take out some clothes that you wore often.

“We can go shopping for toiletries tomorrow, just clothes and underwear.” Shintarou instructed. Your hesitancy left your body as you continued to pack, feeling excited and relieved to finally be leaving this place for a while. Once you were packed, Shintarou unlocked your door and stepped out into the hallway, making sure that your mother was not around. Once he decided it was safe, he grabbed you by the hand and ran out of your house with you, not bothering to close the front door behind the two of you.

You both ran until you were down the street and around the corner, far enough away that your mother wouldn’t be able to see. You let go of Shintarou’s hand and stood still to catch your breath, leaning on Shintarou as he wrapped an arm around you.

You felt your eyes begin to well with tears again. You couldn’t believe that you had just run away. Even more, you couldn’t believe that your prim and proper boyfriend had just helped you. You dropped your suitcase and threw your arms around Shintarou’s neck, letting yourself cry into his shoulder once again.

“Thank you, Shin.” You choked out. “I love you.” 

Shintarou smiled softly and held you firmly, certain that he would never let you go again. “Of course, y/n. You’re safe with me.”

#kuroko no basuke #knb #midorima shintarou #midorima shintarou x reader #midorima x reader #midorima #takao kazunari #takao

[vendetta-if]

Imagine the ro and mc are one step to starting a relationship but mc says to them "Before we become something else I want you to understand that I will not stray from my path, not for anything or anyone, I'm here right now but tomorrow I can't promise...Do you still want to be together?" Please, I need the angst tonight!

The angst 😔😭 Good stuff 👌🏻 Also, this is assuming all the ROs already know about Viktor and what happened that night.

Ash

“Don’t say stuff like that! Please…” The both of you have known each other for such a long time that they already know what you meant by that. They hug you, clinging onto you tightly. “Of course, I still want to be together! There’s no one else for me but you… And if you think for a second that I’m gonna let you hunt the killer down by yourself and let you get hurt, then you’re an idiot!”

They pull away after a while, and you can see their green eyes slightly glassy and their brows furrowed in a mixture of sadness and anger. “We’ll get that bastard, together, okay? Promise.”

Rin

“It’s about your father, isn’t it?” They frown but there’s an understanding in their obsidian eyes; after all, they would do the same if it is their father or their family too. “I won’t try to stop you, but I’m begging you, please, don’t do anything rash and stupid. I’ll also do my very best to help you and don’t be afraid to ask me for assistance whenever.”

They cup one of your cheek and stroke it gently, worry still prevalent in their gaze. “I’ll be keeping tabs on your progress, okay? And as soon as I notice or see anything dangerous coming, I will intervene, do you understand?” they say sternly. You nod hesitantly.

“Good. Don’t you dare die on me before our wedding; think about what that would do to my poor father.” A slight smirk pulls at their lips, but it still looks strained.

Santana

They shake their head. “Don’t. It’s not worth it, MC. Don’t do it, please…” They were already worried when they heard you tell them the story of the incident. They could see the bitterness, hatred, and anger in your eyes even then. Now, it’s like one of their fears comes true.

But, they can also see that you won’t be budged about your path of vengeance. And it’s confirmed when you apologize to them and say that you can’t do what they ask and that you’ll understand if they don’t want to be with you anymore.

They shake their head before pulling you into a warm embrace. “I still want to be with you, okay? That doesn’t change at all. And if I can’t convince you… then at least, let me help you and once we find the killer, we’ll make sure they face justice and get the proper punishment.” You nod, clinging on to them, even as you’re sure that your view of justice is wildly different from theirs… You can only hope they’ll be able to forgive you later on…

Skylar

“What are you talking about, MC?!” They grip your shoulders firmly. “You’re scaring me. Is… Is this about your father..?”

You confirm it and you tell them that you’ll understand if they don’t want to be with you anymore. They shake their head vigorously. “No… that’s not it… But, I’m worried about you…” they trail off.

They meet your eyes and their clear blue eyes are filled with determination. “I’ll be coming with you! I’ll make sure to pull you up and steer you away whenever you’re starting to walk down the path of destruction, okay? We’ll get through this together!” They hug you tightly.

You nod numbly, hugging them back. Are you not already walking down that path? Will they really be able to pull you out when you’re starting to go too far (and you know the time will come) or will this relationship be another thing you’ll be willing to burn and sacrifice in the name of revenge?

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #full cast ros #ro reactions #scenarios #drabble #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

[missy-0-piink]

LMAOAOAO yes that"s why i said that, yokomizo flashbacks

Bro?? 🤨

I’m afraid I don’t see it 😔

If you did ask him to choke you, this is what would happen:

TW: PANIC ATTACK, PTSD FLASHBACK, HURT/COMFORT

————

You had asked him to do it

And he loves you too much to deny you, especially when you give him those puppy dog eyes

And the way you were ecstatic when he hesitantly agreed?

God, he felt like he had to

He softly wrapped his hand around your throat, far from enough to actually achieve the desired affect

You urged him to go further, pushing down on his had

And he obliged

But when the first choked out noise you made escaped you?

He froze, face going pale and he started hyperventilating

He ripped his hand away from your throat like it had burned him, bringing it up to cover the lower part of his face as he stared at you in fear

Not fearing you, but fearing himself

You quickly sat up, reaching a hand out to place on his shoulder, but he didn’t react

“No!” He sobbed violently, curling in on himself, wide eyes staring at something not in reality, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, m’sorry, imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry-“

“Mushi!” You said slightly loud, trying to snap him out of it

Little did you know, that nickname only brought back memories this time, sad memories

“Yokomizo! Please don’t go! I’m so sorry” he choked out, almost wailing his late friends name, hands pulling at his hair as tears streamed down his face

You felt so guilty, you shouldn’t have asked

He never told you how he killed his friend, but now you could guess

You started rubbing slow circles into his shoulder, trying to ground him,

“Mushitarou, it me, (name). You’re here, in our bedroom, not there,” you said gently, right near his ear,

He blinked, still breathing heavily and sobbing, but less intensely by the minute and seeming to slowly come to

“look, can you feel me touching your shoulder?” You asked, and he nodded slowly, you then gently brought his hand away from his face and to the fluffy blankets on the bed (courtesy of you) , “what does this feel like?”

“It-it’s the blanket-“ his breath hitched, “- you b-bought”

“Yeah, you always hate it because the fluff gets on your clothes” you chuckle,

He seemed to at least be able to tell what room he’s in, but you still had to be slow and careful,

“Look around the room, tell me what you see” you ask softly

“There-there’s-“ he gasped, “-there’s you,”

“Good,” you chuckled, surprised , “what else?”

“And there’s… t-the nightstand?”

“Mhm, what about the sheets, what colours are they?”

“Grey and white..” he said,

Good, you thought

His voice and breathing were becoming more stable, his shaking slowly subsiding

“What about the patterns?” You asked

“Some… some kind geometric design” he said, studying the sheets he didn’t spare so much as a glance to before

“Good… do you feel a bit better?” You question, worried

“Yeah…” he says, turning his head away from you, “I’m sorry… I-“

Before he could say another word, you grabbed him by his chin and turned his face towards you

His eyes were red rimmed, still glassy, but the tears have stopped

He looked shameful

“Don’t!” You say sternly, “it wasn’t your fault, and it’s ok. Sometimes, things like this happen”

“But I- should have told you! I’ve now ruined ruined your view of me!” He says, a hysterical edge to his voice

“You didn’t ‘have’ to tell me anything!” You say, “you’re not required to tell me anything you’re not comfortable with, and you haven’t ruined anything! If anything, this just brings us closer together”

“H-how haven’t I ruined anything? I’ve made a fool of myself!” He asks, dumbfounded. Surely seeing him this weak made you think he was pathetic?

“If we didn’t like what society deems the darkest, and most vulnerable parts of each other, then would it really be love at all?” You say to him

in this moment, with the way you were looking at him? Full of adoration?he thinks you could preach anything to him and he’d believe it

You pull him in for a hug, which he gladly melts into,

“I’m sorry that this brought up those memories,” you say regretfully, “do you… want to talk about it?”

His voice is unsure when he answers, “if it’s alright with you… I’d rather not”

“Of course!” You reply happily, “well then, maybe we should continue that show we were watching the other day!”

“Yeah” he says,

He thinks- no, he knows- he’ll love you forever

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungoustraydogs #mushitaro oguri #bsd mushitarou #Mushitarou x reader #mushitarou oguri x reader

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Pls give us part 2 of “Captured & Captivated”. That was so good🥵

I really thought I wouldn't write another part. But here I am 😔

Captured & Captivated

Part 2

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

warning: filthy, low honor, non consent (unfortunately, I can't write smut or this would have gone differently heh)

summary: After the bounty hunter had granted you your freedom, but left you to fend for yourself half-naked, you rejoin him at the fire. Spending the night at his camp would surely increase your chance of survival, right?

Part 1 here!

1700 words, 12 minutes reading time

“What’s your name, mister?”, you asked, covering your bare breasts with your knees and having your arms resting upon them. The fire warmed you moderately well. It was better than hiding in the bushes, that’s for sure.

"None of your concern, sweetheart", he answered. His voice was low but dripped in honey. You had the feeling he wanted to impress you. He wanted you to stay and not run off, or he wouldn't have offered the possibility to join him at the fire. You eyed him suspiciously.

"Jus' makes conversation more complicated...", you mumbled.

He gave no answer to that, only shook his head slightly.

"Got a blanket for me?", you asked after a while of silence. The fire could only warm one side of your bare torso and while your skin on the front almost burned under the heat, your back cooled down extremely.

"Yer god damn demandin' for someone I just granted freedom", the man answered and lit a cigarette. He didn't give any indication of actually handing you something to warm you up. After a sigh, you remained silent and watched the flames.

"You can stay at my camp. That's as good as it gets, darlin'", he flicked the finished cigarette into the fire, "unless you can pay. Which I highly doubt."

He had a cocky smile on his face. What exactly did he expect? That you would suddenly procure a ten dollars bill and pay him for a blanket? Of course he didn’t. He knew you had nothing.

"Want me to lie down for you?", you asked. But the expression of the man changed immediately into one of disgust.

"I’m afraid I’m not interested. I generally don’t entertain women with dubious morals."

"I ain't no whore", you explained calmly. You would have bet your life that the man in front of you had slept with more people than you had. Not only was he older, but he also was somewhat handsome. So, you despised his assumption.

"Sure", he snickered. You watched his face closely and saw how the disgust dissipated. He could tell you weren’t a prostitute. You had been so insecure even to remove your cloths in front of him. But Arthur admired that you were willing to get laid, only for a blanket to cover yourself up.

For a while, nobody spoke. You listened to the logs being devoured by the flames or the occasional cricket calling for a mate. Arthur started a small carving project before he stuck the knife into the ground next to him and put his hat lower into his face. It was night, probably very late by now. Even though you had survived a rather tricky day, you weren’t as tired. A gut feeling told you to stay awake.

"Don't try no funny business or you might regret it", the man warned before he settled into a half-recumbent position and remained silent. You waited. With open eyes and attentive spirit you endured until his chest was heaving with even breaths. Occasionally, your gaze wandered to the knife next to him. There was no other way out. You couldn't walk away, or you'd freeze or be killed – besides, you couldn’t simply walk into a town without wearing a top. Theoretically, you could steal something from him. His saddlebags must at least contain a spare shirt you could take and run off with. Maybe you should even steal his horse. But you were positive he'd wake up and shoot you dead if you even attempted it. Waiting until the next morning was useless too. Why wouldn't he just tie you up again and drag you to the law to collect your bounty?

This left one option: Kill him and then run off with his things. It was easy. His knife was there, almost begging to be used by you. You would slit his throat and it would be over before he could even wake up. Only one problem: you had never killed someone. But this was about your survival and you figured you would be able to do it in the heat of the moment.

After a deep breath you reached for the knife. Your fingers had barely closed around the handle when the man jumped up, twisted it out of your hand and before you knew it – you were pinned to the ground, the man promptly sitting down on your thighs to prevent you from getting up. For a second, he had loosened the grip around your wrists. You lost not a moment. Your hands shot up to his throat, grasping it firmly. If you can't stab him, you would choke him. But the man didn't stir. Even with both your hands, you couldn't reach around the man's throat entirely, and since he had you pinned from your waist down, you couldn't exert all your strength.

He chuckled lightly. Tears started to prick your eyes. You fucked up. Great. You assaulted a killer, and now what?

Like they were burdocks, he peeled your hands off his throat.

"What did you want with the knife? I'd recommend not lying to me."

You took a shaky breath, your brain working miles an hour, waging if a lie would do less harm. The man saw you considering, took your wrists and pinned above your head to the ground. You felt fully exposed, lying with bare torso under this huge man. He leaned over you, slowly putting more of his weight on your body. You groaned. You had guessed he wasn't putting his full weight on your body before, and you had been right.

"'m listening?"

You sucked in a breath and whispered a shaky: "Wanted to kill you."

A quick smile darted across the man's face: "At least yer honest."

He was lying on top of you entirely now, his beard scratching your cheek. He whispered: "Tell me, huh,… what am I supposed to do with ya?" Even if you wanted to answer, there was no air left in your lungs to form words. Slowly, he grinded his hips against yours and you felt his hard bulge pressing into your heat. He seemed to rather enjoy the hoarse whine he earned for that.

One hand of his was enough to keep both of yours in place. The other one wandered down your arm, touching you almost tenderly until he had reached your boob, which he roughly squeezed. You wriggled underneath him. If you had been able to, you would have begged him to get off.  As if he understood, he let go of your hands and stood up. He looked down on you, tilting his head and taking in your feeble frame underneath him.

"I preferred you tied up anyways", he stated before he walked over to the tree to fetch some of the rope. You didn't dare to move. The knife he had twisted out of your hand wasn't that far off, but you were too scared to even think about attempting an escape. You simply watched the man pick up the rope.

He turned you around, tying your arms behind your back.

"That'll do, don'tcha think?", he asked satisfied.

"What are you gonna do with me?", you asked anxiously

"Haven't decided yet. You really threw your freedom away with that pathetic attempt of yers."

Grabbing you by the shoulder he helped you into a sitting position. He was squatting next to you, his eyes roaming your face. With a gentle movement he wiped away the tears on your face with his calloused fingers. You flinched at first, out of fear he'd hit you.

"No crying, alright? Them tears don't do your pretty face any good", he said, almost in a friendly. You choked down a sob, nodding hesitantly. When he stood up again to walk back to his little spot, he picked up the knife in the process, putting it back into its sheath. He got comfortable, sliding down the trunk and lowering his hat into his face. "Get some rest", were the last words you heard from him.

At first, you didn't think it would be possible to fall asleep. Your heart was beating, and you were still freezing. Only after you crawled closer to the fire and actually lied down with your eyes closed, you felt the exhaustion. You feared you'd wake up behind bars - or worse. But it didn't matter how much of a fight you put up; sleep won in the end.

You woke up with a start. A thin blanket slipped off your body. It was dawn. The stranger was gone. Despite the blanket, which he must have thrown on top of you while you were asleep, you were cold. The fire had gone out and a slight wind blew through your hair. There was no tent, no horse. Nothing but a clean shirt on which your head had rested. You picked it up. It was clearly one of his. You slipped into it. It was too big but provided some desperately needed warmth. Only then you realized that your hands had been cut free. The remains of a burnt rope lay on the charred logs of the fireplace.

Even after years had passed, you never truly forgot the stranger. At first, you despised him for the toying around he had done, for letting you strip and sleep half naked, for the groping and threatening. After a while though, those memories faded. What remained was the essence of this encounter. You had been his bounty which he had freed for a remarkably low price. His blue eyes and how he examined your body with them was something you never quite forgot. At the end, you pitied him. Maybe, you thought, you finally saw him at what he truly was; a conflicted man. On the hunt for money, cruel and desperate and yet not cold-hearted enough to do you real harm. Every time when you thought about the man in this way, you wondered if you blew his character out of proportion and if you had got it all wrong...and yet, there was no way to confirm. At the end, all that was left of him was a shirt in a closet.

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I'm sorry that the sequel sucked even more than the first part xd But I wanted to write it anyways! oops

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr #rdr fanfiction

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hey dear! Can I have ‘When Emma falls in love?’ For Pjo

Hello! Hello! 

Here is my information!

Name: Anna Lee

Pronouns: She/her

Preference: Male

Age range: Any

Personality: I am an INTJ Slytherclaw, Aquarius and a Type 6 when it comes to anagrams. Lawfully Neutral. I am a huge overthinker and stress a lot with anxiety. People tell me that I can be blunt which results in people thinking that I can be cold but in reality I try to be a kind person when it is needed. I am a realist and many consider me to be intelligent, often asking me to help with their work. I’m incredibly passionate about things I like to do and have a thirst to know everyone’s opinions as I feel that if someone is left out. I’m a creative person but sometimes my brain just goes blank, I hate when it does. I have a really dry sense of humour that usually is a mix of sarcasm, fandom jokes or self degrading jokes. I'm an extremely stubborn person and have to be right about everything. From a young age, my parents were extremely strict and had expected the best out of me which resulted in me being an overachiever. I have to get things perfect or be the best at what I’m doing. I'm really sensitive, even some small harsh words are enough to make me teary. I’ve been called a crybaby because of that and to be honest, that is true. I give too much to other people since I’m afraid of saying no since what if they hate me? And I'm too scared to ask for help or to have something cause I think they will think I'm selfish and worthless. Not the best self esteem 😔 I love to listen to other people since I think not a lot of people have others that they can tell what they wish to say without getting judged or outcasted. But the problem is that I judge too easily too. As much as I want to show a good image to others and help them, I tend to focus on my own needs and how everything can affect me for the better or worse. I hate repeating things, especially in front of a big crowd. I daydream too much, my head always in the cloud. When I get excited, I speak really quickly and stumble over my words which I get embarrassed by and stop talking. I have a rosy view of how the world works—or more specifically, of the people I love. Like sometimes I point out the negative things in life but when with other people, especially those I love, I always see the goodness and beauty in everything. I am very sensitive, especially when it comes to my appearance and personality. I’m always afraid that people are constantly judging me or hate me, which is why I tend to avoid public spaces or being around people in general. When I get familiar with someone or a crowd, I’m not that afraid to state my opinion. I get jealous and possessive easily, like I mentioned my parents are strict meaning I got very few things of my own and those things only came to me because I tried so hard to get it. So when I see someone else with it, it just irks me off. I always make plans but I know I’m not going to complete them, I just like to imagine the future if I actually had motivation and energy to accomplish things. I can never start new things while completing old ones. I am also the oldest child and have 4 younger ones, another reason why I stress too much. I don’t think I mentioned this, but I get angry really easily. The slightest mistakes just pisses me off. I suck at short talks and starting conversations, it’s much easier to have lengthier conversations. I can never do presentations, I always get too nervous. Plus, my friends say my voice is really soft so no one ever hears me much, especially since I’m uncomfortable. When I get angry, my judgement is clouded. I am terrible at holding grudges. I would be upset at someone but the second I see them again, I feel normal and happy in a way. Probably said this before, but I’m a huge day dreamer and stubborn. I can’t concentrate on my work because I always get distracted and daydream about things I will never have. I normally appear composed but have a fiery temper. I really want to be a lawyer. My parents never let me use the internet much as a kid so I pretty much live under a rock but I am incredibly book smart. 

Looks: Half-Korean and Half- White. I’m slightly chubby and curvy with a pear-shaped body (Double D cups). Upon seeing me, many people point out my eyes which are hazel with slight flecks of many colours such as green and amber being the prominent ones. Almond eyes that are doe-like and slightly turn up at the end but barely noticeable. I have a button nose and thin heart shaped lips. My face is round and my eye shape is almond. I am approximately 5’3. Two small moles are fixated on my right cheek and underneath my lip. Long dark brown hair that almost appears black but that solely depends on the lighting. My hair reaches my hips and is kinda wispy at the end. It’s usually on a ponytail with a few strands framing my face. My clothing style tends to be anything comfortable and classy. I prefer to wear black and colours that are darker, you will never find me wearing orange or neon colours. 

Likes: Chocolate, Anime, Music, Food, Being right about something, Reading, Drawing, Strawberries, Smell of Rain, Sleeping, Being the Best, Baking and cooking (even tho I’m not that good at it)  Daydreaming, Murder Mysteries, Romance, Long walks, Making Ocs,  Fiction, Name hunting, Suits, Me, Pinterest, Spicy food, Sweets, Lavender and Indicolite, Aesthetics, and Flower Languages.

Dislike: Loud noises, Jerks, Prejudice People, Slow Walkers, People who chew loudly, Getting look down on, Insects, Studying, Fake People, Self-pity, Getting below 90% in a test, Snow, Overlysweet things, Going outside, and the feeling where your brain is blank and can’t tell what you feel like, Doing nothing all day and Tomatoes

Love Language: Physical Touch and Quality Time

Ideal Type: Pretty Eyes. Will always be there for me and not afraid to speak their mind. Honest and loyal. Someone I can call her best friend, I can be weird around them and they won’t mind at all,Yet they would still help me see the light at the end of the tunnel and tell me it’s okay, that everything is gonna be okay. I wouldn’t like ‘innocent’ people nor ‘kind’ people cause I feel like I won’t be able to connect with them based on my morality level. Will be attentive to my needs. Not necessarily loud but not quite, somewhere in between. I want someone who I can feel okay around, as if everything was fine. Someone who would help carry a burden with me, we are together in everything. A type of person who would wait for me when I’m tying my shoelaces. 

Congratulations on the 400!

hii anna lee! tysm for this,, i instantly got my answer who’s i was reading and it’s clear as day to me that your ship is…

you + jason grace !!

you guys totally understand each other, both of you are a little bit too strict with yourselves and are overachieving, but when you’re together you can both take down those walls and just be yourselves. you both have the same kind of dry humour, but can easily switch between jokes and deep discussions. he’s your best friend, but he’s also your confidante. you just get each other. you both have the same love languages and you’re an a soy sucker for his pretty sky blue eyes.

here’s y’all’s playlist,, hope you like it <3

reading and daydreaming with jason grace

[its-malarkey]

I’ve been randomly consumed by the concept of an LMK Gravity Falls AU (thanks to YouTube comments) Here’s what I’ve got so far:

MK- Dipper

Mei- Mabel

Macaque- Stan

Wukong- Ford

Red Son- Pacifica

DBK and PIF- the Northwest parents

Spider Queen- Gideon (I’m so sorry Queen 😔 but you do both build a mech and serve the main antagonist before turning against them and also exist mostly as a minor annoyance aside from your one big moment)

LBD- Bill

Sandy, Tang, and Pigsy all kind of vaguely fulfill the concept of Soos, Wendy, and Stan but not so much in a story manner

-MK finds the staff (which had been left behind much like the Journals, except Macaque left it where it was because he couldn’t lift it) and unlocks his powers in messy and chaotic ways so he and Mei train on FFM with Macaque

-Macaque is pretending to be the Monkey King, claiming he “started going by Mac around mortals, might be easier for all of us if you called me that too”

-MK and Mei get into various demon-related shenanigans thanks to MK being Monkey King’s successor. Macaque himself rarely shows up to help with those unless they’re in actual danger because he doesn’t want it getting out that the Monkey King is missing and that the Six-Eared Macaque is impersonating him

-Macaque: “I can’t lift the staff or use my Monkey King powers anymore because I passed them on to you. Heh, it’s okay, gold never was my color anyway”

-he and Wukong had their big falling out under the mountain, and after that, they didn’t see each other for ages. LBD grabbed a hold on Wukong’s mind during a thoughtless, impulsive move of his, and while she can’t quite possess him without her full power, she can feed his negative emotions and whisper thoughts into his head. He knows this and calls out to Macaque for help with “a curse” without explaining why (as usual)

-Macaque, the simp he is, arrives to help and immediately gets met with an LBDified angry Wukong ready to kill him. Mac, confused and upset, can’t keep up with a full-powered not-holding-back Wukong, and loses his eye. He panickedly pulls him into a shadow portal that he can’t control because his powers are going haywire with his panic and fear. He’s been dreading Wukong’s return, but in recent years, he’s gotten concerned and been trying to locate him because if Wukong hasn’t returned after this long, could he be… gone?

-Wukong chooses to spend time hunting down information on how to end LBD instead of returning, and he gathers the rings of Samadhi. He returns to FFM where he senses Mei (ya know, descendant of Ao Lie and all that), only to find Macaque fighting with a strange kid filled with Wukong’s own glowing light and power. Immediately assuming the worst, he jumps into the “fight” to stop it

-Mac is terrified, and Wukong is just terribly confused because he doesn’t know why he’s THAT afraid of him, the two haven’t even seen each other since their big argument… right?

-MK and Mei jump in to protect Mac and Wukong is, again, terribly confused

-MK: “Who the heck are you?”

Wukong: “Uh… I’m the Monkey King. You have my powers, don’t you know who I am??”

MK: “What? Nah, Mac’s the Monkey King”

(Macaque is very stealthily trying to escape)

Wukong, just befuddled: “Wh— no, I’m the Monkey King. Indisputably. Always have been.”

Mei, who was a little suspicious anyway but still liked Mac: “Prove it. Pick up MK’s staff.”

Wukong: (smirking) “Easy.” (It is in fact very easy) “See, kiddo?”

MK: (jaw-dropped, turning to Mac, who suddenly looks very guilty) “You LIED TO ME??”

Mac, rubbing the back of his neck: “Well—“

MK: “Dammit, I should’ve known Mac didn’t make any sense as a nickname. If you’re not Monkey King, who even are you??”

Wukong, before Mac can say anything: “His name is Macaque. Well, the Six-Eared Macaque is his full name, but— he’s definitely not the Monkey King. He’s a trickster, but,” (baring his teeth) “I never thought he’d stoop to stealing my identity.” (He looks at Macaque, who’s frozen) “Lazy identity theft, at that. What the hell have you been doing with my name, Macaque? Dammit, it’s been YEARS. How petty can you GET?!”

Macaque, finding his voice to be angry: “PETTY?! You TOOK MY EYE!”

-Wukong is, again, as always, confused because he would remember doing that… right? And Mac doesn’t elaborate and they continue bickering (with escalation) until Mei and MK break it up and explain what Macaque has been doing with them and how he hasn’t done anything evil and has, in fact, only been good

-Wukong settles down and decides he wants claim on training his successor which sparks an argument until they agree to compromise. Wukong, as typical, doesn’t tell anyone about the Samadhi fire. They end up bickering a lot during training

-LBD finds them anyway and starts the ritual and kidnaps Mei

-after getting Mei back, they have to all work together to beat her using the Samadhi fire, and they end up having to use it on her while she’s inside of a vessel that isn’t the child she was possessing (because no children murder). Macaque makes the sacrifice in Wukong’s place

-I’m not sure how it ends, but Macaque does come back :))

-the end, it’s 3:30AM and I have many more thoughts but am so so eepy

#lmk monkey king #lmk six eared macaque #lmk wukong #lmk mei #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #au #alternate universe #lmk macaque #lego monkie kid