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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Warnings: 18+ mdni. established relationship. fem!reader. aged up kat. anal.

a/n: i finally gave in and wrote this filth, ok. it's been on my mind for a while, please forgive me lol.

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THE moan Katsuki lets out is guttural.

He’s sweating like crazy on top of the navy blue sheets as he pants, the lust-driven look in his eyes purely male. Releasing a small sigh, the freshly-turned twenty-six-year-old smirks at the feverish warmth to surround him by the time his heavy cock sinks fully inside you.

Being balls deep inside your tight ass is pure bliss. All lubed up and twitching in delight to really relish the lewd birthday gift you give him every 365 days, and which he's so very impatient to receive, Katsuki doesn't mind at all that he's one year closer to thirty as he chuckles and shoves himself even deeper carefully.

The short "Hah... Fuck yeah, baby." is purely derisive by the time his entire length experiences the pleasant tightness of the tiny hole you don't allow him to fuck all that often. You're all stretched out as you accept him. He's so lucky.

You squeak when he pushes further inside you slowly; sweat-coated body trembling in the firm reverse cowgirl position he holds you in. Your legs are squeezed together and bent at the knees. He's pushing them further against your chest with the help of his rough hands resting on the back of your thighs, just so that he can actually impale you on his fucking cock. You feel like you're going to explode from how badly he wants in, in, in.

He's relentless.

"Ki," you whisper, brow furrowing at the pang of hot ache to sear through you when he angles himself better and pushes even further. "Easy, baby. I-I know you're excited, but... We gotta take it sl-... Oh, my fucking god, s-slow...! Go slow, baby. Please."

"Mhmmm, goin' slow and easy, pretty... Anythin' y'want," he replies dazedly. His words have nearly become an incoherent slur and twist of tongue from how good you're making him feel, but all the bitter liquor he's drank at the small get-together you've surprised him with - and which he pretended he hated - might be one to blame as well.

After all, the vanilla cake you got him for his 26th birthday was sickeningly cute on purpose; entirely covered in rich buttercream icing and drizzled with colourful sprinkles, which he swears gave him a headache whenever he looked at them for too long.

You've even went as far as to make him blow out the candles that had been propped up in the middle of the giant scribble of icing, spelling out a dramatic: ‘Happy birthday, Katsuki!’ in bright red colouring.

All of it is clearly a symbol of your loving, albeit taunting relationship - he knows it is. You buy the stupid cake for him just to be a menace every year, but he still ate every last bite of the giant piece you handed him at his super secret surprise party - the one that isn't even that much of a surprise, after the third annual time it's happened - even though the bridge of his nose wrinkled in annoyance during the entirety of him chewing the silly thing.

The presents he received from his friends were okay. The texts that kept making his cell phone beep were annoying. The long phone call he had to endure from his mother and father so that they could congratulate their son on turning one year older in his outrageously busy life was outright pesky. Truth be told, Katsuki felt low-key thankful by the time his birthday at long last came to an end and he was able to drop his tired body into bed.

But he feels good now - getting to do anal with you. So good, in fact, that he'd even consider enduring all of the birthday antics you tend to pull on him as some twisted form of a sick joke. Actually, he'd let you watch him suffer in his little party hat, and would let you take photos of him blowing out the shitty candles, if it meant that he would be spoiled rotten like this at least once every few days, every week, every month, every year; not just on April goddamn 20th.

He's just that greedy. That horny for that tight peach of yours.

"Ah, fuck... Ki!" You whine now; this desperate, prolonged sort of sob that yanks him right out of his thoughts as you say, "You feel s'big inside me... So, so big."

"It's 'cause you feel so damn good, babe," he compliments in reply, the tone of his voice so utterly strained. "You've got me s'hard that it makes my fuckin' dick hurt." It's true. He's ready to bust a nut so embarrassingly quick from how good it feels. It's a lucky thing that he's as stubborn as he is to resist it.

There's a wildfire in your eyes that he knows is there, despite that he can't see it when you grit out, "Well, your dick hurts me!" It hurts me so good.

"Yeah?" he says, unable to wipe the crooked, lazy grin from his face now. His hands grab a better hold of your thighs, calloused fingers digging deep into the plush flesh so that he can keep you still when you start to squirm. "Well, it ain't my fault you've got such a fuckable ass, huh? I wish I could see how pretty you look like this... With my dick up that tight hole of yours."

You're about to bite back a snarky remark, though nothing comes out except for a slutty moan the moment his thick fingers find your clit. A waterfall of filthy curses he rarely hears you voice leaves your pouty lips and sticks to ceiling of your shared bedroom at the divine friction he gives you now. It seems that he isn't the only one that gets to be spoiled this year.

He starts to rub lazy circles on the cute, sensitive button - all languid and precise, until the hole that's empty of him starts to flutter in response, and you begin to beg him to start pounding into you so that you can be filled up to the brim with his warm seed as soon as possible. The anticipation makes your legs literally shake. You're barely able to keep it together - and this fast, too.

Katsuki listens to your high-pitched pleas that grow both in fervour and necessity as more and more time passes. He's mindful as his hips begin to rut into you, keenly listening to the lewd squelching noises the lube produces with that heavy pat, pat, pat, and your heavy breathing when he gets an even better angle and strikes home. The clench you give him in response is so potent that he's about ready to lose his fucking mind.

The entire room smells like caramel from how much he's sweating. Salt is literally dribbling down both of his temples, but he still keeps going. He just can't stop. Not when you're about to cum from having his big, fat cock inside your ass.

"Gonna-... Gonna cum soon! Fuck, fuck, fuck - I-I'm so close, Kat."

"Yeah? I gotcha, baby... I gotcha. Imma take care of you. Gonna make you cum, promise."

Your curves jiggle against his abdomen as you take his dick like a fucking champ and keep on bouncing; nearly squealing in a pitch so high it makes his ears hurt when he pinches your puffy clit and turns you so overstimulated that you're nearly ready to squirt and gush all over him. As you squeeze your eyes shut and tip over the edge only minutes later, plunging into an orgasm of a different kind, that you only dare to experience once a year as a treat for your brute of a boyfriend.

He follows not a moment after you've floated up into the heavens and turned brain-dead. Everything feels fuzzy inside your mind as he fills you up with his cum and lets out another broken moan and a grunt of an especially nasty curse, but the warm ropes of white are pleasant as they coat your walls. You can tell he's been barely withholding his own climax; the entirety of his body feels so stiff and hot underneath you. Even his jaw is clenched so tightly that it clicks when he snaps it shut. It's just a different kind of experience, after all. Everything is more intense, hence why his eyes are rolling back and his head is sent tipping into the mattress.

"Maybe-... Fuck, oh my..." You suck in a sharp breath to recollect your buzzing thoughts as the words fade away into silence and you stick to his heaving chest until you're practically glued together. He's cummed so much that his cum leaks out of you even if he's still inside you, dick slowly going soft and tender. The milky release is drooling right down to his balls by the time you finally manage to finish your sentence, "Maybe we should take a picture next year, mm? Since you wanna see me so bad."

"I'd like that," he whispers quietly, pulling you closer and kissing your naked shoulder gently. "I'd like that a whole fuckin' lot, baby."

It's true. Katsuki may not like being the birthday boy and the attention it brings, but it’s different when he gets to spend it with you. The presents you give him on his birthday are always the best, after all.

To say that he can barely wait for the one he'll get for his 27th would be an understatement.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #mha smut

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aerkame · 1 year

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Hi, I hope you're having a wonderful day!!!! How would Wally and the others in your Alive AU react if Reader had a coworker or friend that was romantically interested in them? Would they just get really clingy or even aggressive, especially considering they're confined inside the house?

I am! I went skating for a long while outside and got a Starscream model kit to put together later. :) (Short fic takes place in the Alive AU)

Jealous! Everyone x reader

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It started with flowers. One day out of the blue you had came home with a huge bouquet of beautiful roses. Julie was the first to ask where you got them, they were just so pretty! You told them it was from a coworker at the public library, he was really polite and gave you these roses as a gift...you were blind to say the least, not seeing it as a romantic gesture. But the romantic gift did not go unnoticed by your colorful guests.

Poppy told you she was already preparing dinner for tonight which was a relief honestly, you felt exhausted. Two pairs of arms pulled you close for a hug, recognizing them as Julie and Sally, the two hyper sunshines of your life. "Hey there host, we reeeeaaallly wanna show you something!" Julie was practically jumping with joy while Sally let go to grab something, coming back with a stereo to play music on. The two put on a dance that almost resulted in a vase being broken, but Barnaby's soft paws were there to catch it just in time.

"How about we all dance together?" Barnaby gave you a warm smile, he always knew how to warm your heart. Holding out his paw you took hold of it, joining in the dance with the three goofballs.

During dinner, Poppy came up to you with a delicious looking small cake and placed it right in front of you. "I made you some dessert deary, eat up!" You looked down confused "But what about the others?" However, when you looked back at the table everyone had already gone to do their own activities (or so you assumed) and Poppy just sat there smiling. Soon after that awkward dinner Eddie cornered you in the hallway one arm leaning on the wall and the other holding a neatly folded letter with red hearts all over it. "Here you are sweets, Frank and I wrote this just for you." You firmly grasped the paper and unfolded it. It was a beautifully written poem about you. "Wow, thank you Eddie I don't know what to say, this is very well written! I love it." Eddie gave you a small kiss on the head like he always did and the tip of a hat before walking downstairs whistling a small tune.

Later that night Howdy came by the bathroom as soon as you got out of the shower to gift you with the shiniest apple you've ever laid eyes on. You questioned where he got it from but Howdy only responded with "It's a secret! Just know that it's 100% off for you!" You couldn't say no to that goofy grin of his, plus he was just so happy to give it to you! You took it from him with a warm smile on your face... Also because his giant body was blocking you from leaving.

Once you finally managed to get by the giant caterpillar with your new gift you went to your room to settle down and sleep, rolling around a bit in the sheets until you got comfortable enough and closed your tired eyes.

Not even a minute after closing your eyes you felt the bed dip beside yourself and a long arm snaked over your torso. Only one person you know does that. "Wally, what are you doing?"

"I'm just cuddling my dearest host to sleep is all.~" You peeked open an eye after hearing that. He always did this when he wanted something out of it. "What do you want?"

"Nothing at all! You're the most I could ever ask for...buuut since you brought it up, you might as well do me a teeny tiny favor." You rolled in bed, turning yourself towards his chest, you were too cozy to care about the intimacy. "Hmh?" You hummed in acknowledgment.

"Stop talking to Derrek."

You sat up immediately. Not once did you tell anyone who it was that you've been talking to. "How did you-" a finger shushed you. "I know about him, and I want you to stay away. Can you do that for me darling?" He smiled coyly, but really it felt like he was threatening you. "No...Wally I can't just ghost someone like that. Besides we're just friends." The arm around you tightened as you squirmed to get out of your own bed. "Oh I know, but I would really love it if you two would quit talking. I don't think he's right for you."

Your eyes narrowed at him, for once the cocky bastard didn't look so cocky. "Wally...are you jealous? Is that what all of this is about? The gifts, the dancing, the constant cuddle sessions from you and everyone else here?" You watched his body go rigid and his face scrunch up into what was almost a frown. Wow, he's actually kind of frowning for once. That was rare.

"Wally, we're not a thing. Derrek and I are just friends and I don't intend to ever date him. I'm glad you and the others really care about me this much but you really shouldn't worry about my safety." You spoke more softly, finally understanding where he was coming from. The iron grip on your waist didn't falter though and you felt yourself suddenly being forced into a bear hug.

Julie swatted Barnaby's long tie out of her face so she could lean in closer to the door to listen. Everyone else did their best not to make any noise as they listened in.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better I'll just tell him we're nothing more than friends and to keep it at that, but I can't just cut people out of my life like that...alright?"

An audible groan left everyone's mouth hearing that, startling you and Wally both. Silly host, how can you be so blind to love?

Looks like the dear reader doesn't understand just how much everyone loves them yet! Personally I don't think any of them would be the type to hurt you or others EXCEPT for Wally. I think they would probably just try to shower you with their love to make you like them more...however, if you are straying too far from them they may need to find a way to make you a permanent resident at the house, just not at your house. They've got a nice place just for you back Home.

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divine-knight-hand · 10 months

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Worshiping the Masterpiece

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Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki’s lover finally gains the courage to ask him about his Jotun form. When he lets her see it, she takes the moment as an opportunity to help him do a little confidence building… by kissing… and touching… and praising…

Content Warnings: Sub!Loki (but hints of him being a switch), Soft Dom!Reader, themes of insecurity, [heavy appreciation of] Loki in his Jotun form, handjob in front of a mirror, lots of praise, no oral (but just a little taste of cum!), and explicit consent

Notes: (Prepare for lengthy notes with mushy sentiments! Hehehe!)

Happy birthday, @sarahscribbles!!! I’m still pretty new-ish to this whole tumblr-fanfic-writer thing, and I ended up gravitating to her as one of the blogs I look up to the most (specifically in terms of Loki content). So, happy, happy, happy birthday, Sarah! Remember that your community loves you very much. May you get lots of presents, cake, and Loki love~

This piece was written as a contribution to her Birthday Celebration. I originally started writing using some of the prompts from the original post, but I soon lost motivation, only to remember that I had this idea on repeat in my mind sooooo long ago, and it resurfaced just in time for me to finally put it to paper. So, I didn’t end up using any of the prompts, after all. Maybe someday I’ll finish what I originally started for this challenge and post it anyways. Maybe…

All in all, it was kind of refreshing to be able to write a fic about Loki. I don't really write about him as much as I would like to, so this writing event gave me the perfect motivation to just jump right in. So, without further ado, here we go!

Word Count: 3,547

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“Absolutely not.” Loki’s eyebrows furrowed at my daring request. “I refuse to burden you with that monstrous visage.”

Loki’s response to me asking to view his Jotun form again was that of pure terror. He sat next to me on our shared bed, eyes frantically avoiding mine. He seemed a lot more timid than his usual confident disposition allowed. His hands were folded over his lap, fidgeting out of obvious discomfort at the idea of me seeing him resemble a frost giant.

The first time I saw Loki in his Jotun form, it was an accident. He was taking me on a tour of the castle vault, and all was well until I was left to my own devices. I wandered around the vault, admiring the architecture, as well as the artifacts, when I found myself walking backwards into the stand that held the Casket of Ancient Winters atop it. Loki happened to be in perfect range to step in and catch it as I knocked it off its pedestal, at the cost of revealing his birth form.

Amidst the chaos his panic created, he didn’t notice me watching the way his skin changed, or admiring the raised marks that accompanied its cerulean hue. I knew Loki was born on Jotunheim–and I knew of all the trials and tribulations this fact created throughout his childhood–but I’d never even heard Loki so much as mention the possibility of having another form connected to his Jotun roots. This was new to me. He replaced the Casket and rushed out of the vault before I could even form the words to tell him how beautiful he looked. How odd…

Since that day, I was determined to see him change again. It was like an obsession to me, the way it was constantly on my mind. I had to see Loki’s Jotun form again. I just had to. Now that I’d seen it once, I knew there was a part of him that I wasn’t experiencing all this time. I felt that I was missing out on sharing something important with my lover, and that didn’t sit well with me.

There were times I tried to hint at it subtly, only to get confused and alarmed looks from him in return. I should have expected him to catch on. Nothing flies over the head of the God of Mischief. There wasn’t any point to beating around the bush anymore. I decided to finally outright ask him to change forms, and this was the exact reaction I feared.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” I asserted. “Nothing about you is monstrous. Nothing. Do you honestly think that I could love a monster?” Before he even had the chance to sarcastically respond to my rhetorical question, I beat him to it. “No, because I don’t.” I reached over and grabbed his hands in mine. “I love you, and I want to experience every part of you. Every single one. Because, I want to be able to love every single part of you.”

I could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he began to consider the idea. “I don’t believe you understand the true nature of my birth form.”

“Then show me.” I insisted. “Teach me everything I don’t know about you. Please… I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide from me.”

“You will regret this, love.” With a defeated sigh, Loki conceded.

He made sure to remove my hands from his before the familiar green flash of his seidr marked his transformation. My breath hitched at the sight of all the changes to his appearance.

His skin turned an icy blue, and his face sported markings in the form of raised lines. His eyes, formerly a similar blue, now watched me intently with a ruby red, awaiting my response.

“Loki,” I breathed, my heart swelling with the joy of finally being able to see him like this again. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

He quickly looked away, ashamed. “As sweet as your lies sing to me, please don’t.”

“I would never lie to you.” I leaned in and slowly reached out my hand.

He flinched at first, but allowed me to cup his face, the chill of his skin cooling my hand. “How do you not hate this?”

“I’ve said, already,” I smirked at him. “I love you, and if this is you—which I know it is—then I love this, too.”

“But, I’m a monster…” Loki’s eyes began to glass over with tears, but none dared to spill over his cheeks.

“No, you’re not.” I leaned in until I could feel the chill radiating off of his face against my own. “You were only told that for far too long.”

“It’s all I’ve ever known.” He sadly confessed.

My heart shattered for him. It wasn’t fair that he had to face horrible treatment just because of where he came from. Growing up, he was constantly dehumanized by his own father. Politics didn’t exactly allow Asgardians to empathize with Jotuns. Loki didn’t have a clue as to why he was treated so poorly his whole life until his adult years. No wonder he hid himself for so long. He didn’t deserve to live like that. Not at all. I was determined to make sure he would never experience that kind of pain again.

“That’s awful.” I frowned. “I promise you that I’ll make you feel loved, no matter what you look like.” I leaned in and pecked the tip of his nose. “I guarantee it.”

I brought my other hand up to cup the other side of his face before pulling him into a kiss. I felt him tense up for a moment, but a sudden chill on my back accompanied the motion of him wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.

When he deepened the kiss, it was colder than I expected it to be. Every point of contact I had with him sent a chill into my body, but I wasn’t cold. It was a comfortable chill. It was authentically Loki, and I wanted to explore this as far as I could go.

He pulled me onto him in a straddling position, our bodies crashing together as my hands wandered along the leather covering his back. I wanted to feel all of him. Since he swapped forms, it was like I fell in love all over again, and I was once again kissing him for the first time.

I was ravenous, wanting to touch as much of Loki as I could get my hands on, but I was also careful, fearing what could make him uncomfortable. My worries were put to rest when I felt a light twitch underneath me, and my own ache to have him began to build within me.

As we pulled apart, I left my hands cupped around his face, slowly tracing his markings with my thumbs. He’s just so beautiful~

“My desire for you could drive me to madness, darling.” He breathed, a smile ghosting his lips. “I do hope you’re aware.”

“I am.” I softly giggled.

“That being said, I have to have you, my dear.” His voice deepened to a growl. “Just give me a moment to return to my usual appearance.”

“Wait!” I interjected. “Why can’t I take you like this?”

“Are you off your rocker?!” Loki fired back, terror creeping back into his eyes.

“Maybe I am,” I retorted, “But I know that I want you like this, and you can’t change my mind on that.”

He just stared at me in utter shock, unmoving and unspeaking.

As the silence hung between us, an idea slowly crept into my mind. “There’s actually something I’d like to try, if you don’t mind.”

Loki let out a deep sigh, the shock in his expression lessening.“If you’re absolutely sure you want this, then I’ll be at your mercy. But, the moment something happens to you-”

“It won’t.” I cut in. “Because I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”

Loki frowned in disbelief, muttering, “Your optimism is dangerous.”

I stood up off of the bed, beckoning for him to follow me. “First, I want to see all of you. Would you mind stripping?”

“As you wish.” Loki lowered his head, his seidr removing his clothes with a flash.

I let out a soft gasp out of awe at the view. The icy hue continued from his head to his toes, as did the raised markings in his skin. They decorated his shoulders, chest, legs, and even his-

I felt arousal begin to pool between my thighs at the sight of his ornate length. “Loki…”

He looked back up at me, clearly anxious for my response. “Is this what you wanted?”

I quickly approached him and cupped his face in my hands, kissing him again. “It’s everything and more.” Loki’s cheeks blushed a light purple as I took him by the hand and led him across the bedroom to stand in front of a full-length mirror. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you with everything I have, just as I’ve always done.” He responded, and I just knew he was being genuine. I could almost feel it emanating from his words.

“Kneel, my love.” I softly commanded.

Loki knelt in front me, exactly where I placed him. I smiled warmly down at him, stroking his cheek before moving to sit right behind him, looking over his shoulder at the mirror.

I looked over his reflection, my eyes lingering at how he instinctively spread his thighs as he sat on his heels, allowing his semi-erect cock to hang in the middle of the sinful display. He was almost ready, and fully accessible to me. I felt my ache for him thrumming between my thighs, but I quickly refocused on my mission when I noticed that he refused to meet his reflection’s gaze, instead looking away from me and the mirror entirely.

“Look, Loki.” I lightly coaxed his face back towards the mirror by his chin. “Look at how beautiful you really are.” I dropped my other hand near his inner thigh. “May I?”

“Please,” I could see eagerness flash in his eyes as he glanced at my reflection before looking back at his own.

I began to lightly rub along his thigh, my heart fluttering at his resulting shiver. “I want you to see how perfect you are as you’re overcome with pleasure.” His eyes fluttered closed as he shivered again, and I paused my motions. “Watch.” I reminded him.

His eyes flew open at my command. “Yes, of course.”

“Yes, what?” I felt a proud smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

“Yes, mistress.” He corrected himself.

“There’s my sweet prince.” I sighed my praise as I resumed my motion on his thigh, noticing the twitch of his cock at my words. I began kissing him messily along his neck as my hand continued to tease him. When I brought my free hand up to trace the marks on his chest, I noticed the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away.

“M- Mistress, please…” He let out a low moan. “Please, I need more…” A bead of precum gathered at the tip of his fully grown erection, which now began to shine with a deep blush of purple, similar to that of his cheeks.

I moved from his neck to whisper in his ear, “If you want it, then you’ll have it.” I stroked his face with my free hand. “A work of art like you deserves to be worshiped and praised.” I lightly nipped his ear. “And I’ve been blessed with the privilege to make sure that you are. Now, sit tight, my prince.”

I rose to my feet and moved, swift as the wind, to our dresser for lubricant to cover my hand with before returning to my original place with Loki in front of the mirror. “Tonight, I plan on fucking you with my hand, leaving your whole body on display for the both of us. I want you to see that you are no monster. You’re a masterpiece, and deserve to be treated as such.” I gave his shoulder a light squeeze with my free hand. “If you wish to stop at any time, you can always use our safe word. You remember it, don’t you?”

“I do.” His words were just above a whisper.

“Very good.” I kissed him on the cheek. “Then let’s begin.” I started to slowly stroke his cock with my lubricated hand, earning another shudder, accompanied by a contented sigh, from him. “I just have one rule for you…” Loki turned his head to look at me with curiosity before I softly turned it back to the mirror with my free hand. “You have to watch the whole time.”

“Ah- Mmm…” He let out a clipped moan before responding. “Yes, mistress.”

“Very good.” I slowly stroked all the way from the base of his cock to the tip before swirling my thumb in small circles on the head and stroking back to the base. Each time I teased the head, a small growl emanated from the back of his throat, only to crescendo into another moan when I stroked back down to the base.

I felt each of his markings against my hand with every stroke, and I wondered for a moment how they would feel against my inner walls. I felt arousal thrumming between my thighs again. Focus, damnit!

But, focusing was difficult. No matter how I looked at Loki, my eyes always returned to his elaborately decorated cock. It was as if I walked into an opulent dining room, only to end up staring at the shiny centerpiece all throughout dinner. It was the center of attention in an already artistic scene. I struggled to find the perfect words to convey these thoughts, so I kept my praise simple.

“You have such a pretty cock~” My words were a sultry whisper against his skin, accompanied by the kisses that I peppered along his jaw. “I can’t wait to pleasure it in every way I know how. Would you like that, my prince?”

“Y- Mmm… Yes, mistress.” Loki struggled to respond between moans.

“I would like that, too.” I peeked up at the mirror to make sure that he was still looking. He was. How obedient~

Not only was I filled with the pride of seeing him willing to do as he was told, but I also noticed the way his chest moved with each heavy breath he took, which it typically did when I dominated him. His breathing would grow labored as I teased him before he finally found the words—or word fragments—to beg me for more.

His hair also didn’t change. It tumbled down his angular face in its usual raven locks, the smallest of curls lying slick against his forehead as a sheen of sweat glued them there.

And just under it were his eyes. Though they shone a bright red, his pupils were blown wide with lust, leaving a sliver of red around the edges. Save for their usual blue color, his eyes looked exactly the same as they usually did. It was comforting to see that even though he changed, there were familiar parts of him to remind me that he was still my Loki.

Although, change is nice~ I thought as I allowed my free hand to roam his chest again, tracing the markings until I approached his hips. I reached down and began to fondle his balls, still keeping pace on his cock with my lubricated hand. His eyes were lidded as he quickly neared an ecstasy-born stupor. He used one of his hands to steady himself on the ground as the other wound into his hair, ruffling it with each pass he made with his fingers.

“Yes, I would love to please you.” I continued my earlier thought. “To worship you like the god you are. You deserve that. You deserve to have someone willing to offer you their service. Even as your mistress, I wish to satisfy you.” I sped up the pace of my hand on his cock, and a whimper escaped his throat. “You look so regal, my love. Do you see it? Do you see how, even as you sit bare in front of me, you still look elegant enough to sit upon the Asgardian throne?”

“N- no, mistress…” Loki’s voice cracked as he let out another moan.

“Hm. That’s unfortunate.” I mused. “Maybe someday I should suck you off as you’re seated upon it. I’m sure that would help you see what I see.”

Loki bucked his hips into my hand. “M- mistress…” His voice curled into a light sound that almost resembled a whimper. “Feels good… Feels so- Mmm… good…”

“It’s about time you felt something other than pain while showing this part of who you are.” I trailed kissed back up his neck to his ear before whispering, “You’re still watching?” I glanced at the mirror to see him still looking, just as I’d asked him to. “That’s my sweet prince. I’m so glad you’re heeding my directions tonight. This is all for you, after all.”

“Yes, mistress.” Loki gritted his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure before they shot back open as he remembered my command. “M- Mistress…?”

“Yes, my love?” I felt a small surge of concern rush through me. “Is something wrong?”

The soft whine he let out clued me in to what was happening before he even responded. “I- I’m close… Mmm- May I cum? …Please?” His last plea was no more than a breathy whisper. He needed this. Desperately. And who would I be to deprive him of it?

“Cum for me, my prince.” I purred. “You’ve been so good tonight. You deserve to. Come on, show me how your pretty cock looks when it’s dripping with cum.”

“Ohhh, mistress… Ah-” Loki practically screamed my name as his eyes rolled back, ropes of cum painting his thigh in a milky white.

I helped him ride out his high as his cock twitched in my hand, spilling his seed. Every time I thought he’d finished, he’d release what seemed to be another load with a roaring moan and a full-body shiver. I just kept stroking his cock while softly kissing along his neck and praising him until the last of it slowly dripped out over my fingers and he was left panting.

“That’s it, my prince.” I sighed against his neck. “You were so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” I finally let go of his cock and brought my hand to my mouth to slowly lick the cum off of my fingers. “Mmm, and you taste so good~”

“Mmm, darling,” Loki’s voice wavered as he took on a cautionary tone. “If you carry on like that, I just might grow hard again.”

“Then I’ll have no choice but to take care of you again.” I playfully walked my now clean fingers up his shoulder. “And again… and again… and again…”

“I like the sound of that.” He chuckled softly as our eyes moved back to the mirror in front of us.

I looked him over again, my eyes lingering over each part of him, almost as if my brain could take a snapshot his beauty. His hair was thoroughly ruffled, sweat shone on each curve of his skin, and his cock hung limply between his thighs once again, having spent its cum onto one of them. I watched as it began to slide down his thigh, following the raised markings before nearing the floor.

“You truly admire this, don’t you?” Loki’s question interrupted my thoughts.

“I do.” I answered without hesitation. “And I won’t be satisfied until you do, too.”

“You stubborn woman.” Loki lightly chuckled. “I will say, if this is the treatment my Jotun form entitles me to, then maybe it’s a sight I could get used to.”

I couldn’t keep back the cheesy grin my mouth curved into. “I’ll take it.” I crawled around him to sit between him and the mirror, holding my hands out to him.

He smirked and took my hands in his. “I feel compelled to thank you.”

I cocked my head in curiosity. “Hm? What for?”

He leaned closer to me, and I leaned in to meet him in the middle, electricity crackling in the air between us. “For loving the ugliest parts of me, and cherishing the things that I’ve only ever frowned upon.”

“Oh, Loki,” I squeezed his hand. “You take yourself too seriously. As soon as you stop criticizing yourself, I know you’ll lead a happier life.” I brought the same hand up to my lips to brush a soft kiss onto it. “Now, come on. You must be tired. Let me clean you up, and then we can cuddle for the rest of the night.”

“Of course.” Loki’s eyes conveyed a sweet sense of innocence… It was too sweet. He must have had other plans.

My suspicions were confirmed when he leaned in towards my ear and whispered. “Though, I believe I still have some dues to pay before we carry on with our night. Don’t you?”

I felt my ache for him quickly returning all at once. “Oh, you-”

Before I could finish my teasing remark, Loki had me trapped in another kiss.

#loki laufeyson #smut #marvel #marvel fanfic #loki fanfic #loki #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x female reader smut #marvel smut #loki mcu #mcu loki #mcu fanfiction #loki fic #loki smut #loki fanfiction #loki odinson #smut fanfiction #fem reader

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microwavdhamstr · 1 year

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too cold

bucky barnes x f!reader

bucky can’t stand the cold, you keep your air conditioner as low as possible.

warnings: hydra, bucky has a nightmare(are we surprised), whatever warnings normally come with bucky

notes: i have some oneshots drafted but i need some more ideas. feel free to share and i’ll see what i can do :)

wc: 1.6k

you run warm. it's one of bucky's favorite things about you. he finds comfort in your radiating heat and will do anything to absorb it. he always finds a way to make physical contact with your skin when he's on edge, knowing the warmth would soothe him.

you run warm, so your house usually runs cold. especially in the summer. you often had the air conditioner set as low as possible, running a fan right next to you at all times.

bucky has been living with you for a few months now and, being late june, everything is hot. the air outside feels thicker than the sweat that cakes your skin. the thought of a warm shower was enough to make you sick. blankets no longer live on your bed, but scattered on the floor.

you run warm, but you hate the heat. you hate feeling like a radiator constantly, always sweating unless you were shivering. you always love the chill of bucky's vibranium arm as it feels like an ice pack. a break from the heat.

bucky previously had no knowledge of your hatred for your temperature. that is until he was met with your heat-induced irritability.

you would set the ac to 50, ready to bundle up with a blanket in the cold air, but it would never quite create the desired environment. it took you a few weeks to learn that bucky was raising the temperature. or turning it off to open a window. at first it wasn't a bother, but a few days of no cool air in the dead of summer was just too much for you.

"doll, there's a nice breeze. let's the cool air in instead of raising your energy bill."

"i don't care about the goddamn breeze, buck, it's too hot. i can't stop sweating and now i'm sticky. i'm so fucking hungry but too warm to eat anything other than ice cubes. i need the air on."

and after some unnecessary yelling from you, he obliged. not happily, he clearly seemed upset about the decision, but he should know by now he can talk to you about his issues. if he's upset, he'll tell you.

except he's not upset. not at all. he loves that you're happy again, he loves that you're taking care of yourself, he loves that you're not cranky anymore. but he's scared. and his fear always drove him away from you until it couldn't anymore.

this time it only took six days.

six days of shivers. six days of caution. six days of looking over his shoulder in the dark. six days of crippling fear.

you should have known there was an issue before he woke you up at two am. looking back now, all the missed signs were giant and neon and blinking right in front of you. yet somehow it went right over your head.

it was a slow start, his decent into madness. he was just slightly more brooding and irritable. slightly quieter. slightly more reserved. and much more touchy.

"hey, jamie, how was your day?" you ask when he gets home.

"hm, fine." he grumbles as he sits on the couch and pulls you into him, like you're his own personal blanket.

by the third day he became jumpy, on edge, defensive if someone got too close too quickly. you thought it was just a quiet nightmare that had him on edge. the ones that didn't wake him up often set him off a little for a few days.

the last three days were meshing in his mind. he was losing sleep, too cold to rest comfortably. of course he made sure you didn't find out, not wanting to worry you or disturb the peace you found in the cold. he was constantly looking over his shoulder, even in the safety of your home. he was barely eating, he was layering clothes or blankets beyond belief. he always needed you on top of him, needing to steal your body heat as if he couldn't produce his own.

so yeah, you probably should've realized something was wrong with him. maybe it was the extra clinginess that threw you off his scent.

his nightmares, while still often, have become less frequent, less intense, and much less emotionally taxing for the super-soldier. and you being there was a huge benefit as you were able to ground him before he got too lost in his own head.

so when you're woken up by the scream and pleads you haven't heard in months, you panic. usually you can tell which part his life he's seeing based off of what he's saying. and right now, he is muttering some of the most upsetting things you'd ever heard fall from his lips. you can tell he's not inflicting pain on others, but receiving it. he's being tortured. he's begging and pleading for the suffering to end.

"nono, please. stop, please. 'can't take an'more. j'st kill me, please, kill me." it's as if someone punched a hole in your chest, ripped out your heart, shredded it before your eyes, and made you swallow it. just imagining what could possibly have happened to him for him to beg for death. for him to want the sweet release so desperately.

you spring into action, the way you have many times before. it's practically muscle memory by now. you take his thrashing frame in your arms and coax him awake.

it takes a moment to pull him out, and another for him to really see you there, but he does. he pulls you in as tight as he can before wrapping the two of you in every blanket he could reach. your skin fills his body with the warmth he needs and the blankets are sure to trap that heat.

you whisper to him sweetly, soothing his mind until his heart rate is steady and he can breathe properly. giving him all the time he needs to just hold you, feel you, believe you're real.

"it's alright, honey," you speak softly, "it's okay, i'm here. they can't hurt you anymore, i'm right here with you."

he just holds you tighter for a moment, needing to collect his thoughts before he speaks.

"you back, baby?"

"cold" was all his dried throat could manage.

"you're cold?" he nods, "want me to turn the air off?" his arms tighten around you once more, until they let you go and he gives another nod.

so you turn the air off, not capable of thinking about your own temperature anymore, and you grab some more blankets for him.

after giving him the blankets, you slide under them and move his head into your chest. he turns and hugs your torso into him further, burying his face into you while you play with his hair.

"better, hun? need more blankets?"

"mm, jus' need you." you plant a small kiss on the top of his head.

" 'm right here, buck, not goin' anywhere." you hold him there while he dozed back off into a, hopefully, dreamless sleep.

as much as you want to know what happened, you know not to pry immediately. he's too sleepy and it's still too fresh in his mind, you can talk about it in the morning like always.

it does upset you to think he had come so far with his nightmares to suddenly be thrown back into one that bad. you couldn't help but theorize all the possible reasons behind it. but in all of your possibilities, the temperature of your house had never occurred to you. you never imagined that would have been what set it off.

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you wake up before bucky the following morning in the same position you fell asleep in, which was normal after a nightmare. you continue playing with his hair softly until he wakes.

after a few minutes he begins to stir, not once loosening his grip on you. "mornin' doll." his voice raspy and deeper like it always is in the morning.

"morning baby. feeling better?"

"much, thank you."

"no need to thank me, buck, i'm always here for you."

"yeah, well... thank you anyway."

“so what was it this time?” he figured you’d ask, you always do. and he knows he can tell you, he knows you won’t judge him, he knows you’ll be there for him, supporting him no matter what.

“cryo” he mumbles. that’s when it dawns on you. he was literally too cold. he hates the cold. because it reminds him of his time spent frozen in that stupid lab.

“oh, bucky, hun, i’m so sorry, i should’ve realized, i-”

“no, ‘s alright, doll. i should’ve told you before it got that far.”

“is that why you kept turning the air off?” you know the answer but you just want him to get it off his chest. he nods before he speaks.

“i still feel it sometimes, when it’s too cold. the shocks. and they never took the arm off for cryo so it burned my shoulder when it got too cold. i dunno, it still scares me. like one day i’m gonna wake up and be right back there, thawing out and being thrown into a new mission. or in that stupid fucking chair.” you trace your fingers around his back as you feel him tense at his memories.

“it’s perfectly normal for you to feel this way, buck. i should’ve realized sooner. and i promise you will never wake up to anyone but me ever again. i’ll always be right here, nobody can take you away from me, my love.”

“i love you so much, doll. don’t know what i did to deserve you but i’m glad i did it.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you

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moonspirit · 17 days

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Hi Moon!

What do you think about aruani having pets?? What pets would they have, what would they name them, what would their dynamic as pet parents be, etc??

Hellooo Ally!!

As a mom of dog babies and cat babies myself, I LOVE the idea of Aruani having pets! Not only is it very cute to picture, but also the impact of having pets itself cannot be ignored. If we take their canon-trauma into account, then learning to care for animals and looking after them can be a deeply healing experience. Now if also say that the animals in question are abandoned/strays, and Aruani take them in, then it's a win-win situation for both sides. Watching a traumatized voiceless creature opening up, learning to trust, and wholeheartedly falling in love with Aruani, eventually growing strong and brave and absolutely mischievous and boisterous and carefree - can you just imagine what a beautiful thing thing that will be? In this journey, Aruani can also learn a lot about themselves, and overcome their issues, slowly.

Now for the rest!

I headcanon that they have a minimum of one dog and a cat. Annie would be the cat-mom, Armin would be the dog-dad. It would mirror their personalities pretty well too, lmao xD A kitty with a resting bitch face, and a loyal puppy with a perenially-wagging tail - that pretty much sums up their whole relationship.

For what they'd name them... probably something very silly. Considering these fluffballs will basically be their first children, it would be hilarious if they named them something absolutely unserious. Annie's love for sweets and cake probably makes itself apparent when she names her chonk of a kitty something random like Big Cheese. Armin, on the other hand, draws inspiration from his enriching reading experiences, and fixes their pup with an intelligent yet stupid name like Bark Twain (Bobo for short).

As for their parent dynamics! Annie would absolutely let their fluff babies do as they please. Does their cat want to smack every guest (Reiner, really, it's just Reiner. The cat doesn't like giant, pathetic losers) in the face when they come over for dinner? Cool. Does their dog want to steal the biscuit tin from the highest shelf in the kitchen pantry by leaping up on the counter? Cool. Do your thing, kids. Commit crimes.

Armin is a bit more disciplined. He makes sure they don't poop inside the house and scratch the sofa covers. That's not to say his heart doesn't melt into oblivion whenever they stare at him with their big, bright 'I'm-about-to-get-naughty' eyes. He loves to roll around on the floor with them, and lets them sleep underneath the sheets on the bed between himself and Annie.

He does get a bit lonely tho, when Annie tends to ignore him and hug them more in her sleep *sigh*

#ask #aruxani #aruani #headcanon #attack on titan #armin arlert #annie leonhart #armin x annie #aruannie #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk

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zipperrants · 4 days

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What I think Andrew (aka Hozier) will be like in my dr as incorrect quotes

Andrew: Zipper and I are no longer friends. Zipper: ANDREW THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

Zipper: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Andrew: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Zipper: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Andrew: Is it working?

Zipper: My hands are cold. Andrew: Here, let me hold them. Zipper: My lips are cold too. Andrew: *covers Zipper's mouth with their hand*

Zipper: I'm trash. Andrew: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you? Zipper: Zipper: You smooth motherfucker. Zipper: And yes it does.

Andrew: Are you trying to seduce me? Zipper: Why, are you seducible?

Zipper: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt. Andrew: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Zipper: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Andrew: Wow. They sound stupid. Zipper: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Andrew: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Zipper: I guess you’re right. Hey Andrew, I love you. Andrew: See! Just say that! Zipper: Holy fucking shit. Andrew: If that flies over their head then, sorry Zipper, but they're too dumb for you. Zipper: Andrew.

Andrew: Is something burning? Zipper, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Andrew: Zipper, the toaster is literally on fire.

Zipper: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us. Andrew: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both

Zipper: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Andrew: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

Zipper: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it. Andrew: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

Zipper: Relationships should be 50/50. Andrew cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Zipper: You got a date yet Andrew? Andrew: No... Zipper: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Zipper: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you. Andrew: That's great, Zipper. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

Zipper: The stars are so beautiful... Andrew: They're just giant balls of gas. Zipper: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Andrew: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Zipper: Oh...

Zipper: Pros and cons of dating me. Zipper: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Zipper: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Andrew: *Laughs* Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— Zipper: We’re married.

Andrew: I fell— Zipper: From heaven? Andrew: No, I literally fell— Zipper: In love with me the moment you saw me? Andrew: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Zipper: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Andrew: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash. Zipper: Oh. We're going out? Andrew: Wh...

Zipper: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Andrew: I wrote you a poem. Zipper, already crying:You did?

Zipper: We should be partners. Andrew: You mean like, partners in crime? Zipper: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

Zipper: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Andrew: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Zipper: ... Zipper: You mean ring bearER, right? Andrew: ... Zipper: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

@shift-dreamr

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j-nope-not-today · 2 years

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Staring problem

Genre: fluff, crack, smut if you like squint.

TMNT Donatello x reader

It had been an incredibly long day and all I wanted to do was crumble into a heap on my bed, but alas I couldn't.

I had agreed to go with my friend April to a party. As she put it it was a small get together, but knowing her and her crazy ideas we were going to end up at a party.

I wanted to wear something comfortable. My pajamas had looked oh so tempting, but if she got into trouble which I knew in my heart she would I had to be prepared.

So I wore some of my comfiest leggings and grabbed a t-shirt and haphazardly did my hair up. Sighing and grabbing my backpack and filling it with a water bottle, first aid kit, and extra necessities I knew I would need.

Slinging a strap over my shoulder I grimaced to myself before counting down from five and right as I reached one I turned to my door as April walked in with a big smile.

"Are you ready?!" She smiled at me and I looked at her and smiled back.

"No, but who's ever really ready?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hall and began walking.

"Don't worry it's gonna be so much fun!"

"With you..of course it's gonna be fun."

And I of course was absolutely right in my assumption we would get into trouble.

Twenty minutes into the "get together" a small smoke bomb went off a few yards away from us. Suddenly people began to shout and run away, and I looked and noticed what had to be the last members of the foot clan causing chaos.

"Wonderful.." I muttered before grabbing April's hand and turning to book it away.

I was suddenly pulled back and I had thought for a moment that my arm was suddenly ripped out of my socket with the force she used to pull me. I huffed and grabbed my shoulder looking at her incredulously.

"Why aren't you running away! You should be running away!" I panicked and grabbed her hand again.

"I have to get this on camera! We'll be fine trust me." She pulled away from me and held her phone up and began to walk closer to them.

"Are you crazy!? April they have guns!" I shouted and against my better judgement ran after my very dumb friend.

I looked around her and saw them pushing a man onto the ground and then pointing a gun at him, but before anything worse could happen.

A giant turtle man wacked the foot clan soldier with a..staff?

I stood shocked as April turned to look at me with a smile.

"I told you we would be fine."

I spluttered for a moment before my senses came back to me and by that time, I realized that the last standing soldiers had run off in well fear.

"You want to tell me why your so calm when there are..one..two..four turtle people looking at us?" I whispered to her, and she laughed before answering me.

"They're my friends y/n."

"Yeah ok. That's totally normal." I nodded and looked back to them before they stopped in front of us.

"Hey April." The one with a purple mask spoke.

"Hey Donnie! How have you guys been?" She spoke up and I looked slack jawed between them.

"Doing fine angel cakes. You should introduce us to your pretty little friend here."

"Back off Mikey." The one in the red mask shoved the orange masked man and they began to bicker.

"Hey guys! Knock it off. Your gonna scare her." He turned to look at me.

"Ignore them. I'm Leonardo, but you can call me Leo."

I slowly waved and gave a half-smile before the other's introduced themselves as well.

"Raphael, but you can call me Raph if you want."

"Name's Mikey angel cakes, but you can call me whatever you want." He leaned forward and winked at me, and I gave an awkward chuckle as Leo elbowed him.

"Uh..Donatello, but you can just call me Donnie..it's my nickname." He shyly waved at me, and I smiled and waved back.

Donnie seemed...sweet.

I seemed to be right. In my next few weeks of getting to know the four brothers I hung out with them more and more sometimes with April and a lot of the time alone.

I found myself spending a lot of my time with Donnie and I learned a lot about him.

I also learned I liked him, but only when I had tripped, and he caught me, and our faces were..oh so close.

I spent a week debating on if I should tell him and I was tempted to spend another week debating if I should be debating it. I definitely didn't want to ruin anything between us. We were good friends, and it would be so awkward if he didn't like me.

I decided to rip off the band-aid. It's better than being in a constant state of worry. If he doesn't like me, I need to know so I can cry and eat ice cream and wallow in self-pity.

I had decided to make myself at least look presentable, so I wore a small skirt and a cute shirt with little ruffles on the sleeves. I did my hair and wore a touch of makeup.

Looking at myself in the mirror I didn't look too bad, but now standing in front of Donnie I wasn't so sure.

"Um..Donnie are you like good?" I waved my hand in front of his face and he un gripped his hands from his chair.

"Fine..yeah I'm fine." He nodded and blinked at me, and I nodded back and took a deep breath.

"Why are you so dressed up?" He leaned forward and examined my outfit again and I felt my cheeks heat up from his intense gaze.

"Just hush and listen."

"Okay..go ahead."

I glared at him before continuing "I like you, but let me explain bef-"

"I already knew that." He pushed his glasses up on his face and trailed his eyes back to my outfit.

"You never wear skirts..or shirts that fancy so I assume you wore them to catch someone's attention?" He leaned forward again and folded his hands in his lap.

"I-first of all I wanted to look nice, and you know what how dare you!" I shouted.

"You already knew?! And said nothing! Letting me just suffer and oh my gosh stop staring at me like that!" I grabbed a pillow from one of the chairs next to me and threw it at him.

He caught it and placed it in his lap and laughed "What? I thought you wanted me to stare?"

"Well yes, but also no." I placed my hands upon my hips.

"If you keep staring at my ass through that mirror, I will not hesitate to throw another pillow at you Donnie." I squinted my eyes and his finally lifted to meet my gaze.

"Do you even like me back?" I threw my hands up.

"Come over here and find out." He smiled before opening up his arms.

I sighed before walking over to him and squealed when he pulled me into his lap. I looked down at him and he licked his lips before locking eyes with me.

"Let me kiss you."

"Go for it..by the way I'm loving the confidence." I smirked and brought my lips down onto his.

Our tongues instantly tangled together, it was hot and heavy, and he tasted oh so sweet. I didn't want to pull away, but my need for air became hard to ignore.

I pulled away for air and drew in a few ragged breaths before feeling Donnie began to trail hot, wet kisses down my neck and I moaned when he lifted a hand and rolled my nipple between his fingers.

"ooh spicy!"

I let out a shout and turned to see Mikey standing in the doorway and Donnie lifted his head to meet the eyes of his brother.

Throwing me to the floor. I gasped and looked at Donnie who sat there shocked.

"I-I am so sorry! Ipanickedand oh my-"

"Real classy." I laughed and let him pick me up off of the ground.

"Do you want me to come back another time?" Mikey spoke and I looked at him.

"No actually now is perfect. I lost something." I placed my hands on my hips and Mikey shifted uncomfortably.

"What'd you lose?"

"My dignity. It's on the floor now. I need help finding it."

"I'm sorry!" Donnie cried out.

I laughed before turning to him.

"It's fine Don. Just you owe me." I pointed at him, and he nodded before looking at Mikey.

"Tell no one."

Mikey gulped before opening the door to reveal his other two brothers trying not to laugh.

I let out a laugh before turning to Donnie.

"I take it back this is perfect. You owe me nothing." I patted his shoulder before walking around him to sit in his chair and watch their fun begin.

"So, you're an ass guy?" Raph laughed.

#tmnt 2014 #teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt imagine #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2016 #tmnt x reader

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nyrasbloodyclover · 4 months

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watchful eyes (will herondale x reader)

cw: THE ONLY MAN EVER. and jem keeping will on a leash, as always

a/n: eating chocolate cake, thinking about him, listening to taylor swift.

Ever since I stepped into the London Institute, everyone had been treating me nicely, as if I was one of them. Charlotte was the kindest woman I've ever met and letting me spend those couple of weeks at their Institute was the most thoughtful thing she could've done for me.

Tessa and Jem were so easy to talk to and I loved spending time with them, reading or just listening to Jem's violin. And as for William...I tried to keep my distance, not because he was rude or anything similar, but because I had a secret. A shameful secret.

The first time I laid my eyes upon the blue-eyed gentleman, I knew that my heart wouldn't stop beating so fast anytime soon. He barely payed attention to me, busy with his Shadowhunter life, but that gave me enough time to observe him and imagine all kinds of different scenarios my mind could come up with. From the romantic ones, like dancing or talking or maybe even reading together, to more sinful ones that made my skin crawl and breath quicken.

Of course, I never made my intentions clear, as that would be inappropriate, but I was pretty content with my fantasies.

Until, one time, I was in my bed, reading, resting, not bothering anyone, when a giant hole appeared out of thin air, in the middle of my room. I threw my book closed and jumped up when a tall figure stepped out of that said hole.

"Mr. Herondale?!"

"Oh, I am so sorry about that..." He shook his head, "No, actually I am not, I came here on purpose."

My eyes went wide and I just stood there, looking for an explanation. "Why didn't you use the door?"

"Henry is making this new portal thing, so I volunteered to experiment with it. What are you reading?"

"Frankenstein," I said wearily because I knew he was easy to get into literary arguments with.

"I haven't read it yet. How do you like it so far?"

"It's pretty slow, but heartbreaking, actually. When you start reading it, do it with an open mind."

"You consider me a closed minded person? Do you not recognise a liberal when you see one!?" He really acted like a book character. He even looked like one!

I frowned at him, confused and annoyed. I really liked this gentleman, but sometimes it was too much, even for me.

"Mr. Herondale, would you be so kind and leave my room, please? Or explain what are you doing here?"

"Oh, but I just got here! I really wanted a chance to talk to you, since we haven't exchanged more than a few words."

".We could've talked at the library. Here? It's just inappropriate."

"Says who?" He stepped closer and started looking around. I didn't have many personal things around the room, mostly books, but I guessed it was enough for William.

"The society."

"Well, thank the Angel that the society isn't here with us!" He spread his arms and took big two steps towards me.

"Why would you—" And then he pulled me in and kissed me like a starving man. He cupped my face with both hands, not letting me pull away. Not that I wanted to. I almost had a heart attack but managed to calm myself down.

I inhaled when we finally separated. Will's lips were red.

"Why?!"

"How am I supposed to know?!!" And then he kissed me once more, leaving no room for anything appropriate.

My head was spinning, I felt like I was in a dream, in one of my forbidden scenarios. Will's hands touched everything they could. I knew I had to stop this before we got too far, but I really didn't want to.

His mout was on me again when a sharp knock interrupted us. "William, get out of there!" It was Jem. "Leave the poor lady alone!"

I looked at Will, mouth agape, and I laughed as he tried to fix his hair and shirt that was out of the place.

"Don't you think I don't know what are you doing in there!"

"Alright, James, I am coming!"

Then he turned and kissed me once more before exiting my room as if had never been there.

#will herondale x reader #will herondale #the shadowhuter chronicles #shadowhunters #william herondale #the infernal devices #tid #tsc

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scouts-thingsandrps · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes Pt. 3

Unwelcome Unity Edition with the Incorrect Quote Generator

Camila: WHY. why did you give Luz a KNIFE?!

Eda: I’m sorry. She said she felt unsafe.

Camila: Now I feel unsafe!

Eda: I’m sorry.

Eda: ... would you like a knife?

Luz: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Eda: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Camila: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Camila: Luz, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Luz: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Camila: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Gus.

Gus: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Camila, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Gus:

Gus: fsh

Gus: Change is inedible.

Camila: Don't you mean inevitable?

Gus, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Luz: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Camila: What did you do Luz?

Luz: A MISTAKE

Hunter or Atalanta: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person.

Hunter or Atalanta: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

Luz: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

Luz: Vee and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Hunter: *Sighing* What did Vee do?

Luz: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Vee: Who wants a steering wheel?

Luz: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Camila: Wasn't Hunter with you?

Hunter: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Luz: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Vee: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Hunter: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

*Atalanta and Willow skipping stones on lake*

Willow: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Atalanta, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Atalanta: This is a mistake

Willow, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Atalanta: But not today

Willow, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Gus: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Willow: Oh, you’ve been?

Gus: Once. In Monopoly.

Gus, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Luz: How?

Gus: How what?

Luz: How could they be worse?

Gus: They couldn’t, I lied.

Luz:

Gus: Okay, truth or dare?

Hunter: Truth

Gus: How many hours have you slept this week?

Hunter:

Hunter: ...Dare

Gus: Go to bed.

Hunter: I don’t like this game.

Camila: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Hunter: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Atalanta: I personally was created in a lab.

Vee: I just straight up spawned lol.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Gus: Shit.

Willow: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Amity: OH MY GOD VEE FELL OFF!!!

Willow: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Gus: Plane tickets?

Amity: Concert tickets?

Vee: Prostitution?

Willow, holding their broken frames: Glasses.

Gus, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Willow, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Amity, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Luz, trembling: What are we playing

Darius, tending to Hunter's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Hunter: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Adrian: Attie, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Atalanta: Oh, I’m always running

Atalanta: The question is from what

Hunter: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Darius: You're like 15 years old

Hunter: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

Collector, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

King: You did WHAT–

Luz: William Snakepeare

Collector: Hey King,

King: Yes?

Collector: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

King:

King: Where’s Luz?

Collector: We need a distraction.

King: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Luz, whispering: My time has come

Eberwolf: Yo is Adrian sleeping or dead?

Raine: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Darius: Yeah, so did I.

Adrian: Okay first of all, fuck you-

Eberwolf: Hah! 69! You know what that means?

Raine: What?

Darius: That you're a child.

Adrian: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

#au: unwelcome unity #incorrect toh quotes #raine whispers #edalyn ‘eda’ clawthorne #darius deamonne #eberwolf the huntsman #hunter wittebane deamonne #luz noceda #camila noceda #vee noceda #willow park #agustus ‘gus’ porter #the collector/sagittarius #adrian graye #atalanta ‘attie’ wolfsbane #tw violence #tw implied injury

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allchoseny · 25 days

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Chapter 29 of "Early One Morning" is up on Elysian Field's and SAD. Chapter 12 is up on AO3. The banner for chapter 29 was made by me!

Here is a snippet from Chapter 29. Trigger warning for dark themes.

Darla and Angelus turned their heads in unison, reminding William of twin windup dolls. Their features shifted as they gazed at him with dark interest. William straightened his spine, squaring his shoulders the way his father had relentlessly scolded him about in his youth.

"Is it?" Angelus said with a mocking smile before looking at Darla. "The welp says this room belongs to his mummy."

Darla laughed, the sound grating. It was so unlike the girlishly innocent sound Dru made when she found something funny. (She often saw the oddest things comical). "Well, we mustn't intrude, Angelus. After all, think of his poor, Puritan mother." She stifled a laugh.

William gave them a curt nod, not finding any humor in it at all. "There are plenty of other rooms. Just don't…" His eyes shifted toward the open door, realizing he would never see his mother standing in that room again. He'd never hear the sweet sound of her voice as she sang him a lullaby. He'd never again curl at her feet while he recited his poems and hear her warm praise.

"Don't what?"

Angelus' voice yanked him cruelly from his reverie, pulling him further from the memory of his dear mother. William tried not to tremble as Angelus stepped closer to him, his hulking frame towering like a giant. Still, William gazed at him with a defiant thrust of his chin.

"Don't go inside? Don’t sully the saintly air with our rapture? Don't rut like animals on your mummy's pristine bedding?" Angelus looked down at him. "And I wonder, dear William, who will stop me?" He waited a tick before continuing. "It's a bit too feminine for my taste, but Darla likes it. And what she likes, she will have."

Angelus glanced back at his sire before returning his gaze to William. "We've only been acquainted but mere days, my boy. Hardly enough time to know the intimate details of our particular tastes." He straightened the lapel of William's jacket. "Words like, 'no,' 'stop,' 'don't,' I both love and hate them."

"It's true, my William," Dru whispered in his ear from behind, startling him. He hadn't heard her footsteps on the stairs. "They are naught but a buzzing near his ear. Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz." And she snatched at the air as if she was capturing a fly.

As he spoke, Angelus began to unbuckle his belt—a fashion choice typically reserved for soldiers and laborers but one he had adapted for such a time as these. "Perhaps I’ll show you why."

Dru's excited hum came from deep within the back of her throat. "The jockeys will ride tonight beneath the crescent moon. Better be good, or it's off to the glue factory for your last party. But there'll be no tea or cakes for naughty boys with grubby fingers."

Angelus grabbed William by the collar and yanked him toward Anne's bedroom. Shock reverberated through his body as Angelus dragged him down the hall, his face a mask of dark pleasure.

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#buffy btvs #buffy summers #buffy the vampire slayer #manips #buffy fanart #btvs #fanfic #drusilla #darla btvs #angelus #buffyverse #william pratt #spike btvs #alternate universe

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moongirlcleo · 10 months

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Weisz x OC!Character

summary: Lane, our beloved reader, is an Anihuman. [Half human half animal] They have felt sad about it, and Weisz is there to help pick up the pieces. CW: hurt/comfort ; gn pronouns ; reader is an OC A/N: this little story was requested by my love @laneamation I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for your patience. I hope I did your OC justice.

For what seemed like the millionth time that day, Lane sighed. It's not like they wanted to feel this way, really. The whole ship seemed to be down in the dumps. Lane couldn't help but feel like it was their fault. Rebecca wasn't as chatty and even Shiki was quiet. The weight of the silence was a bit too heavy for Lane to bear. Before they knew it, tears were sliding down their face into their soft fur.

"What's with all these waterworks, pretty?" a voice came from behind. With a sniff, Lane turned around to see Weisz in the doorway. With a blush, they quickly wiped their tears.

"N-nothing.. just feeling a little down, I guess."

Weisz walked and sat in the bed next to Lane and put his hand on their shoulder in comfort.

"Talk to me about it then."

"I... don't know where to start, really.."

Weisz looked into Lane's eyes and offered a small, genuine smile. "Try at the beginning- I hear it helps. What's got you so upset that you're cryin' in here instead of being in the common area?"

Swallowing a sniffle, Lane decided to share what's been on their mind. "Well.. I guess I feel like being an anihuman makes it hard for me to relate to you all, you know? It's ... I don't know Weisz. I know you probably find me silly to cry about something like that, but... I don't mean to be such a burden on everyone."

Lane sighed, but continued. "Shiki tries to joke around with me and it isn't like I understand the jokes until later, and Rebecca does seem to want to talk to me anymore. It's been this way for at least a few weeks, and I just can't t-take it anymore."

With a sob, the tears that had been so valiantly fought let loose. Lane covered their eyes to hide, but a pair of gentle, firm hands pulled them away.

"Hey. Look at me, Lane." Weisz's voice was quiet, filled with affection. He pulled Lane into a tight embrace.

"You're not a burden. Get that out of your pretty little mind right now. Second, what does being half animal and half human have to do with anything? You do know half our crew are androids and cyborgs, right? None of us are what we seem. So please," he whispered, wiping away tears from Lane's face with his thumb before placing a kiss on their forehead. "Please stop thinking that. There's nothing wrong with you. Shiki and Rebecca have some things they're dealing with but it has nothing to do with you."

Lane pulled away from Weisz's embrace and sniffles, giving him a small smile. "Thank you, Weisz. Really."

The blond smiled. "Don't thank me, I'm just bein' honest. Now, come with me. I wanna show you a really nice view from the observatory." Weisz held his hand out for them to take.

With a small nod, Lane took Weisz's hand and followed him quietly through the Edens Zero. When they arrived, a loud "Surprise!" could be heard through the halls.

"Wh-what? What's this?" Lane asked. Weisz gave them a large grin.

"It's for you, silly!" Shiki exclaimed. "Weisz said you've been down in the dumps, so we wanted to do a little something to celebrate you!" Rebecca jumped up to give Lane a giant hug, squeezing them tight.

"Come on! Witch made us some cake. I'm really excited to try it, let's go!" The blonde pulled Lane toward the table where plates and dishes filled with lovely food and pastries sat waiting.

In one of the seats, Sister sat with a smug grin on her face. "See, told ya they'd love it! I'm ready to dig in and eat."

"You guys..." Lane started crying, completely overwhelmed with the kindness their friends had showed them. "You didn't have to do this..."

"Sure we did," Hermit said quietly. "We can't have you upset over something you can't control. You're one of us, and that much we do know. Don't ever forget it, kay?"

Weisz put his arm around Lane's shoulders and gave them a squeeze. "See? You're perfectly you, and we all love you."

Lane realized on that day, that just because someone is different, doesn't mean they weren't wholly loved. At that was perfectly fine with them.

#edens zero headcanon #eden’s zero #edens zero #young weisz #weisz steiner #weisz x reader #oc character #edens zero oc #lane is best #moongirlcleo

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justanagenderperson · 1 year

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Art The Clown Platonic HCs GN Reader (sorry it's so short :( )

TWs:Yandere, Art being Art, infantizing, coddling, fucked up behavior (I'm extremely sorry for this if you're following me and see THIS shit as my first Art The Clown post)

Look at me dead in the eyes and tell me this man wouldn't be at the very least borderline yandere for you

And that's if he's at least a tad bit sane (which he really really REALLY isn't but we still love him anyway 🙃)

I mean mans is out here killing and torturing victims in the most brutal ways (that one scene in Terrifier 2 shiver me timbers 🥶)

So when it comes to you I can't help but think his messed up ways would carry on over to being a caregiver or parental figure

And you know he'd probably take on the role of taking care of you just for some sick amusement

And by sick amusement I mean cooking you dead rats for breakfast, getting you pet spiders (all of which you release back into the wild because they're poisonous and untamed), and teaching you how to juggle

As you can tell one is not exactly like the others

Eventually, he'll introduce you to pale girl and she'll take on the role of your older sister

Think of this like one big game of house

Lets you have your own home and space sure but there's a room specifically dedicated to infantizing you because you're just too precious

I mean you literally have this giant ass crib to lay in whenever he decides to drop on by and play house alongside the pale girl

And trust me when I say you WILL play house lest you be on the recieving end of the punishments

One such punishment includes you taking a big bite from a rotten heart filled to the brim with maggots provided with courtesy by pale girl

Don't worry about actually getting hurt though he could never 💗

Same goes for his very funny companion

The three of you will draw together (ignore that they're literally sticking their fingers into a guy's brain to get the color red to add to their crude childish drawing), play games together, and overall just have a ball (what do you mean you want them to leave you alone?)

You once witnessed them setting up jack-o-lanterns made from decapitated heads

You shut that down real quick and concinced them to throw it out with the threat of not being friends anymore

It's really the only leverage you have in this child-parent relationship

Now onto labels

I think Art would like to be called any variation of Mom just because he fits the role also it's absolutely hilarious to him and who are you to deny him his daily dose of laughs?

Speaking of laughs you might wanna move that roadkill from out of your actual bed before it starts to rot...(you duly note how it's dressed in a baby's onesie alongside a binky placed- no- shoved into its gaping mouth)

But also I think he'd like to be called any variation of Dad just as much, reading the newspaper absolutely losing it over how funny the woman who got decapitated due to a work accident is

He expect something respectively on Father's Day and Mother's Day

Pale girl even creates a holiday called Big Sister's Day

So be sure to get them something

Even if it's shittly made they'll both cherish it forever (with Art being dramatic acting all flattered that you made something for little ole him)

Did you have parents before? Well not anymore and Art made sure you watched the whole process as he tortured the ones that took you away from him (you really didn't ask for him to be introduced into your life)

I bet you this mf would get you this dirty ass pacifier and fully expect you to suck on it (you're able to throughly clean it after a LOT of convincing since Mama/Papa Art knows best naturally)

Will play patty cake with you (once again ignore his blood stained hands)

Probably walks around naked when his costume is being cleaned (Pale girl doesn't mind so why do YOU his precious little bby mind?)

Will begrudgingly wear a towel around his waist after- again- a lot of convincing on your part

At the end of the day will tuck you into bed and may even destroy your actual bed so you're forced to sleep inside the adult sized crib

Wants to and deserves to be praised for all his creative kills

Might even get a phone to take pictures just to show you his work (you hesitantly compliment him remembering what happened last time you showed disgust)

Last time he locked you in your room for 24 hours and only after begging to be let out (and some begging on pale girl's part) you were let out)

Absolutely loves when his precious bby praises him, he feels like an accomplished parent

Stinky stinky little man you have to lightly coerce him to shower of which he will do (you even once convinced pale girl to take a bath when you realized she was covered in mysterious substances by calling her big sister)

Most likely does not get memes AT ALL

Heaven forbid if you somehow get a romantic partner

They won't last the week with your big sister and Mama/Papa around

Also expect to have to clean up their messes a whole bunch

They aren't very responsible now are they?

Once again I am very sorry and I am very much going to hell for this 🥲

Btw I will be writing a part 2 of how the three kf you met most likely but bare with me it may take a while since my interests are always jumping. Anyway Art is what people and I consider bbg.

#art the clown #terrifier 2 #terrifier art the clown #terrifier & reader #pale girl #yandere #i love clowns

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yesyourstalker · 3 months

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Neta: so I went to the doctor right. And he looks at the mole and he's like 'oh yeah that's melanoma all right' like he was so fucking casual about it too I love us hehe

Candi: Tell me how I had one on my fucking butt hahahahahaha! left butt cheek I was kind of sad they removed it cuz it looked like a heart.

Neta: I'm so lucky that thing wasn't on my tattoo. I would have died!! Hahahahah God I'm so jealous of these kids nowadays, they don't have to deal with this shit. I told my daughter 'oh when you get to a certain age you have to check your body for weird moles' and I remember she was on the surface since she was 6 so that doesn't really apply to her. Cod these fucking kids.

Candi: I have this old giant can of sunscreen you know the one they used to have them in tin cans.

Neta: uh huh. Captain Coral sunblock I still have some and my bathroom cabinet

Candi: yeah those. I pulled it out in the park to put it on Bowie.......these fucking surface dweller moms. You know the bitches from the fucking canyons

Neta: oh shit...

Candi: This mom came up to me tapped me on my shoulder and told me "I think that stuff is expired and it's full of toxins you shouldn't put that on your kid"

Neta: not the toxins! HA! what the fuck hahahahahahaha

Candi: I swear if my husband wasn't there I would be in jail

Neta: I would have had a fit! They think everything from the underground is toxic where did that even come from?!

Warabi: are you guys going to help pick out nice furniture or are you just going to sit there and gossip all day!!

Neta: you only invited me is because I get a military discount!

Candi: I agreed because I need to do my own shopping.

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Neta: I was thinking like a nude wedding cake. He not into sweets all that much

Candi: yeah he does look like someone who doesn't like sugar

Neta: yeah he's boring that's why I fucking love him. I was thinking a chiffon cake would be nice like this one.

Candi: ohhhhh that was really nice I like the detailing it's really nice- *gasp*.... Oh my God look at this!

Neta: ohhh That's so sweet little cuttlefish on it you need to get that..... Do you know what you're going to paint the room?

Candi: I was thinking of-

Warabi: Neta come and lie on this mattress with me!

Neta: no!

Warabi: please!!

Neta: no!!

Warabi: please!!!

Neta: no!!!

Warabi: I won't make it weird I promise

Neta: I don't believe you but okay. Ugh.................. This is nice. A little too soft for me personally but it's comfortable.

Warabi: I like the mattress but mahi likes to sleep on slabs of fucking stone........ You're really close.... it's kind of like that time when we kiss-

Neta: and you made it weird I'm getting up...*ugh*.... just get separate mattresses

Warabi: two separate beds.... I don't know

Neta: it'd be nice, just get two separate beds maybe separate the loft into two living spaces.

Warabi: that would be nice...... Let me call mahi.

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Neta:I was thinking of something like this. it's closer to the floor. It also has a built-in bookshelf and some drawers.

Candi: ehhh it's nice it's very.... Minimalist

Neta: I like minimalism I think it's a nice aesthetic

Candi: hmmm is it though

Neta: I don't know maybe because I used to live in squalor so you know sterile environments are comforting for me

Candi: That's valid.....maybe if it was a darker wood.....if you stain it it'll look better

Neta: huh .... yeah that could work .....sounds like a plan ... I order it later

Warabi: I'm sorry but we're buying furniture for myself! For my apartment! Can you guys please pretend to care and help! Why are you even buying new furniture now anyway you said you're going to move after getting married what's the point in wasting the money like???

Neta: first off you have been looking at coffee tables for the last hour and you're one to talk about wasting money!! Go call mahi or something I'm busy fuck!

Warabi: *huff*

Candi: why do you need to get a new bed frame?

Neta: the one I have is broken

Candi: ohhhhh Netaaa hehehehe what did you do to break the bed frame

Neta: gained 50 lbs

Candi: *pppffth*

Neta: hehehe yeah.... Oh and having an active sex life.

Candi: oh realllly

Neta: yeah we're suuuuupppperrr active almost every night............. My man has the libido of a devout nun

Candi: HA! You're going to get yourself in trouble hehehehe

Neta: I love him tho....don't tell him I said that.....being serious though I actually bought it broken for cheap.

Candi: no wonder your back so fucked

Neta: yeah.......Did you get the link to those wedge pillows I sent you?

Candi: I have in my cart I need to get them before I start blowing up like-

Warabi: ok which swatch do you think would go great for the living space I was thinking of a nice burgundy but this blue is speaking to me.

Candi: I like orange

Neta: get it in green

Warabi: Cod you two are no help!!!

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Neta: Cod I'm starving

Candi: you know what I could eat right now

Neta: absolute garbage... Like shit from shanty's

Candi: Yes exactly like I want their lobster bisque pasta on a roll.

Neta: I could go for a prawn patty.... With pickled kelp .....*gasp*.... Oh my Cod.... No ..... Is that? Phoebe sweetie!

Phoebe: neta! Netanetanetanwta hiiiiiiiii heheheh

Neta: Hi sweetie! Awwww look at you!!! You've gotten so big!! Ohhh big hugs!

Phoebe: uhhhhehehe hi hi!!

Candi: oh Hi Phoebe!

Phoebe: Candis!! Hi Candis!!

Candi: aww what are you doing here baby?

Phoebe: my.... Mommy is in the store!! She buys shoes and clothes and panties and necklaces!!

Neta: oh she is? She left you here to play?

Phoebe: yes I like.. I like to open the re-frige-rators and the washie machines

Neta: oh you do? That sounds like fun

Phoebe: yeah..... . I like hiding in the curtains!!! scare people!!!

Candi: you do? How do you scare people?

Phoebe: like this!!......(hopping)... BOO RAWR WAR WAR !!!

Neta: heheheh she is so precious!!

Candi: ohhhhh she is

Phoebe's mom( in the distance): sweeties time to go!!

Phoebe: MOMMY!!!!..... Bye bye neta!! Bye bye Candis!!!

Neta: bye bye!....*sigh* I miss when my little girl was like that

Candi: I know what you mean my little Bowie growing out of it right now it's breaking my heart

Neta: makes you want to have another kid doesn't it?

Candi:* inhale* *exhale*................... No

Neta: (wheeze)

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Neta: look at this cool bath tub. It has a water jet massager.. with 12 settings.. I know this isn't made for ink fish but I'd risk it

Candi: I feel like my Donn wouldn't know how to get out and die in a very embarrassing way.

Neta: hahahaha he would die in a bath tub!!

Warabi: I'm fished shopping.. here's your military card... Thanks for helping me.......I guess

Neta: hooray!! let's see what you got...... Two dressers, nightstands .... The dining set looks nice perfect for four people. One mattress?

Warabi: they're buying their own mattress by themselves

Neta: alright

Candi: a mini sectional.. that's cute

Warabi: yep I bought most of the expensive stuff now mahi and Baja are going to buy the rest of the furniture and this own shit. The store is going to hold onto it until Baja shows up with the truck.....*sigh* I'm hungry.

Neta: fucking finally it's starving!

Candi: same here I really need to eat something and sit....*huff* I'm tired. Neta take my card can you buy my things? thank you

Neta: sure

Warabi: *humpf*

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Candi: *sigh*........ I could go for a nap right about now.

Warabi:.... I'm going to order some food you said you wanted a lobster bisque roll?

Candi: yeah.

Donn: hey babe

Bowie: Mommy!

Candi: Hi my precious little baby boy! [Kisskisskiss] Hi hubby [kiss]

Donn: how you feeling?

Candi: just a little fatigued but I'll live.

Donn:.. ok.... What did you get?

Candi: just a chair, some shelves I found a really nice swing-

Neta: alright everything is bought and packed up heres your card back and car keys. Heeeey Donnie how you doing lover boy.

Donn:....... Neta... It's nice seeing you

Bowie: Mr Neta!

Neta: hey little man! You're behaving for your mom and dad right?

Bowie: hehehehe yeeees!!!!

Neta: alright.. Y'all get settled.. I'm gonna check on my subordinate upstairs. I'll be right back.

Warabi: okay I got your lobster bisque on a roll prawn patty for neta.. My lobster dog.. i. I got you something to drink. hyperade raspberry lemonade your favorite.

Candi: you can have it, it's starting to give me indigestion plus I can't have caffeine not for a while anyway.

Warabi: oh ok...why ?

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Neta: and he gave all of his old stuff to Baja which is nice but I feel like he only did that just to buy new stuff.

Mahi: well his parents did give him a little bit of his freedom back he has access to a savings account. I feel like they're testing him and he's failing horribly but you know it's not my place to say anything.

Neta: ehhh it's a lesson that he has to learn himself. So how's Seth doing?

Mahi: He's doing great, doing his job piercing ears and belly buttons all day.

Neta: I'm going to check on him............ Hey Seth? (taping chair) you doing good kid?

Seth: ...[signing]...I'm doing just fine boss! A lot of great clients today!

Neta: alright... You work tomorrow and Monday at the same time. That's today we're going to put you in the system so you'll get your schedule through your phone okay?

Seth: [signing] All right cool I left my portfolio in your office along with a copy of my tattoo license. You have some cool tattoos, Hope there's some space for my work.

Neta: ohhh we'll see, we'll see. Keep up the good work let me head to my office and-

Warabi: SHE'S PREGNANT!!!?!?!?

Neta:........................

Mahi: duh.

Seth: [signing] what did he say? what happened?

Neta: *sigh* .......he just found out why I needed to hire a new piercer.... Sorry about him.......you'll get used to all of this eventually. Trust me. It's never a dull moment in this store

Seth: [signing] I'm having fun already

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Warabi: so everyone knew everyone but me!

Mahi: yeah pretty much she told me last week when she came in late....

Neta: she sent me a pic of a pregnancy test at 2:00 a.m.

Candi: I also posted it on my splattube channel and my squidtter and my inksagram. You don't follow me on any social media I thought we were friends

Warabi: I am! I am your friend! My FYP is full of so many people right now... I can't even find my mutuals......Cod if I knew I wouldn't have let you help me with buying furniture now I feel like an asshole!!

Candi: hehehehe it's fine it's really I wanted to go cuz... I needed to buy new furniture too I might as well kill two birds with one stone.

Warabi: no feel bad let me get you something, anything you want.

Candi: oh don't need to

Donn: a new crib would be nice, one that turns into a bed like we have for Bowie.

Warabi: Done! What color?

Candi: uhhh what color did we agree

Donn: I like the Corel paint you picked

Candi: ok Coral it is.

Warabi: Great!.......I can't believe you're going to have another baby! We're practically the same age and it feels weird! You're too young

Candi: I'm 27

Warabi: exactly it's way too young to raise a kid Neta how old were you when you had a kid?

Neta: 19

Warabi: ok well you're a bad example. anyway I'll get you the crib I promise.

Candi: awww thank you

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🎶Mahi maha Mahi ha ha 🎵🎵 belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#nata and Candi hanging out in the furniture store while warabi wastes his money #Neta being around adults around his age I love writing it #parents being parents #we finally get to meet Candi's husband he's an octoling with blue tentacles that's all I have so far #he kinda looks like neta but shorter and every thing didn't go wrong in his life #Bowie is purple he's a purple little octo #okay we get to see Phoebe again and she's grown up a little bit she's like three now maybe #Seth is a species of Coral I might draw the schedule what he looks like #he has partial hearing and he's a tattoo artist and a professional piercer #we'll learn more about him later

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yumikattodl · 3 months

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Diabolik lovers Blood Bloued Dark 2

✧. * ೃ ༄ I learned that being good is bad. And being bad is good. ✧. * ೃ ༄

Pov. Yumi.

I woke up in my room, looking around the room.

I noticed I was dressed in blue pajamas. Who changed me? I don't remember changing. I fell asleep in my clothes. Someone had changed my clothes.

After a while I sighed. I wonder where they have kitchens I want to eat. I don't want to take off my pajamas now, I'll do it later. Finding a refrigerator is more important. I left the room in my pajamas putting on my slippers.

Then I started looking for the kitchen. I walked for two hours and the kitchen was gone. Kitchen, where are you? I walked around like that for a while.

It came out after another 20 minutes. Finally I found the kitchen. Okay, what can I eat here? I thought about what to eat. Why are there only vegetables here... No sweets... They don't have any sweets here or something! I want candy.

I love candy! So many tomatoes here. I don't want... I want candy.

-Kachiku, do you think it's appropriate to wear pajamas? - I heard a voice from yesterday. The guy I hit with the door. How did he have rudos, rudos, rudos, whatever.

- Not my fault I don't have anything to eat ore - I said. - Rud? My name is rudki - he said a bit annoyed

- How should I know, start carrying name cards I can't remember all these names - I replied.

- Ah, sorry "her ladyship," what else do you wish for tea in bed? A cake?

- said ruki with sarcasm. He was a little annoyed with my behavior.

- Cattle, I advise you to behave as our victim.

- said the dark blue-haired man. Normally he acts like he's my father. I sighed.

- Now get changed and come back in a moment, there will be breakfast.

- He answered. I was surprised at this hour? Vampires lead a nocturnal lifestyle. And here it is 11 o'clock and they are on their feet?

- But vampires lead a nocturnal life?

- I said.

- We, unlike others, do not waste time.

- He replied. Oh, shit, I don't want to get up like this every morning.

Now go and change unless you're trying to provoke us," said Ruki.

I quickly ran to my room. Changing into a yellow sweatshirt. Black pants. black shoes. After which I quickly ran.

Looking for the kitchen. I found it after 10 minutes I can get lost everywhere but this mansion is huge. Everyone was already there and the blond guy who made the deal with me.

I avoided him as much as possible. I took a seat next to Azusa and the giant. The blond guy made an offended face at this gesture. Suddenly ruki came, with Kou eating, he immediately got to them.

- Wait, Kou don't take them all! Before us! - Yuma shouted.

- Azusa, don't just sit there take it before the kou eats it all! - said Yuma loudly

- You too, eat," said Grant-hair. To me. They don't have any sweets here, just vegetables, well I have to eat it. At least here are some of my favorite vegetables. I put some food on myself.

- Kou's got a double or something! She really eats a lot! - said Yuma looking at the amount of food I put on my plate.

- Phi, I don't eat that much - I said. - We eat for free at home," said Ruki. I'm not a free eater either! I looked at the food and started to eat.

- Kitty don't forget about our agreement - He said. Blondie.A deal made in spite of me. - What agreement? - Yuma asked.

- You know, I decided that M neko Chan would pretend to be my girlfriend. After all, she is arrogant. - explained kou.

- You probably made her do it for something? - said Yuma.

- I feel sorry for you, you're going to get screwed. - said Yuma.

- I'm sorry Miss Yuma, maybe the pain will help you... - said Azusa.

- Azusa no," said Yuma. - But it will help her. - Azusa. - Azusa, no.

- Yes. - They were teasing each other. I ate while watching that show.

****

I put on the uniform I got from Ruki. Then I went down to the lounge where everyone was. Then we all got in the limo.

- So, from now on you have a name just like us.

-Ruki announced. At those words I nodded my head.So I am Mukami.

- Kitten, she will be going to class with us. - Said the blond boy.

- Me and Miss, Yumi... - The green-haired man smiled. At least, one of them is nice. We drove 30 minutes to school.

That explains why we left at 6pm. I know that classes are supposed to start at 7pm. I was walking through the school hallway when I heard girls' voices.

- Ah, kou, your concert last night was great! - I heard a delighted voice. I saw Kou surrounded by female fans.

- Ah, you were just there! - The blond guy said in my direction. Ah, he caught me looking at him...

- You go to school together with kou? - one of the fans said.

- I wonder. About that but Kou kun! Who is he to you? - said one of them with her eyes on me. - Ah, right. I'll have to introduce her to you girls.

- Kou said. Kou came up and put his arm around my shoulder.

- We're in a relationship,'' the blond man announced.

- No way! Kou kun

- I shouted one of them.

- You've got to be kidding! With such an average girl...

- another one spoke up. - If you still don't understand, should I show you more? - said Kou looking at the female fans.

- Nn.. Haah... Come on, kitty, wrap your tongue around mine.

- said the blond guy. He kissed me deeply even though everyone is watching us... Not Kou - kun, I don't want to.. Leave me.. - stop it, I said.

- Fufu... Are you excited? You are such a naughty girl that you like to be watched.

- Said kou looking into my eyes. What, it's not like that I don't even love him. Still, we pretend even though I didn't even agree to it. I don't like being watched by so many people I feel embarrassed and ashamed... I want to go back to the mansion already... - Ahh, how cute Yumi, I'm going to lick you from head to toe, make you rot.

- said kou. Kou's eyes are so gentle, he strokes my hair kisses me once again. Despite everything, I want this to end.

*****

Finally, class is over. I can go home. I mean their house. It's not my house. I left the classroom and started heading for the exit.

- Hey, you.

- We wanted to talk a little bit. Do you have some time? I heard from two girls.

-I guess so,‖ I said. Maybe, ruki kun won't be mad if I'm late. I went with those girls.

- Do you need anything? - I asked them. - Listen, can you be a dear and stay away from Kou? -

I said to the girls. If you look at them now, they were with Kou. Before that. But it is kou who does not stay away from me. Not me.

- Exactly! After all, Kou-kun belongs to all of us!

- Shouted one of them. I think that kou-kun doesn't belong to anyone. It's getting weird in here, you have to run away quickly.

- You're too cheeky for someone who's not even remotely nice!

- Fufu. Looks like we have to teach you... What happens if you get close to Kou.

- Another one of them spoke up. I suddenly got hit in the face by one...

****

Umm... It hurts... All my bones hurt. Then when they hit me they started pulling my hair, hitting me and pushing me.

I never thought girls could be like that... Suddenly, kou entered the room.

- Fufufu. You look great, M-neko-chan. - Said the kou with a smile.

- Kou - kun. - I muttered.

- I watched all this while you were being stalked by other girls. You know? Hehe.- said the blond laughing.

- What...? - I said.

- Don't think M neko Chan that I would help you. Because I won't. After all, I had fun watching it. Besides, I'm not obligated to help you.

- he said. That's cruel, he condemned me to it. - You poor little thing. Your hair is covered with chalk dust.

- Kou came closer. He patted my head gently. - Ahah ~... Your clothes are also in disarray... When your skirt is so torn, I can even see your underwear. But you know, now you also understand very well, right? Those who are treated in a special way are hated by others. ... Especially in a closed environment like school, you know?

Fufufu.- kou announced. Kou - kun is right I have nothing to say. I feel terrible. I'm humiliated... Kou-kun is a terrible person but they're blinded by him.

- Ah... You have a cut on your cheek. You poor thing... Nn... Fufu... That's cute...

- he said while smiling sadistically.

- Ow!... - I said when he touched the wound on my cheek.

- It's so beautiful, your face contorted with pain .

- He announced smiling seeing the pain on my face. Kou suddenly bit, me. In the neck, my body was pierced by a tremendous pain that engulfed my entire body . This was the first time I had been bitten by a vampire but I wanted it to be over as soon as possible.... - Kou kun.. Stop it, it hurts...

- I said trying to get away.

- Don't worry kitten, I'll make it hurt even more. - The blond boy replied.

- After all, in this world, it pays more to be bad. And being good is bad.

- Stop... Please.. - I was talking through, pain.

- What are you begging? Do you think I'd listen if you begged me with tears in your eyes? I wouldn't do that.

~~ - ~~

When a politician flogs me on the back, or my leg stabbed by some random aristocrat.

There have been many rich people.

The ones who would kick me to my core, when my consciousness began to fade after my neck was strangled.

Beautiful things are wonderful.

They would all say the same thing. Tormenting my body, which was covered In wounds and bruises and my pure white face, twisted in pain.

"Everything has a price, Kou." Each time I begged for their mercy, the adults would say those words, looking at me from the side.

A silver knife slides across my stomach. Like a snake crawling around, looking for prey.

Part 3

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chrisodonline · 11 months

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TITLE CARD: ONE WEEK LATER

I am writing this post as quickly as possibly since I've got to go fold laundry, and I still want to have time before I go to bed to do some reading of a book I just bought. So no promises on proofreading.

I am still perfectly content with the finale. I've been watching the show over 14 years (not just seasons), and it...very much felt like the show I've been watching for 14 years. It's the show they wanted to make, and the one everyone there was happy with. They very much made a show they'd want to watch, and that goes for multiple people behind and even in front of the camera. Listening to the cast over the years always gave me a good redirect reminder on overprojecting onto people.

Shows, and their pilots, are supposed to be "story engines." The ending was "The story continues, but there are also new stories and always will be." And I dig it. I have had a week of reading interviews, after also watching them in the retrospective, and also reading comments and thoughts from fans across all platforms and with all different preferences. I've always been interested in reading different opinions, even if some weren't always painless to read because I take weird things personally. As I've gotten older, met more people, learned new things, and learned to look at things in other ways, I feel like it's good to take away feeling humble whenever you can. Some out there are so into the ending storyline they truly do want to see a movie about that. Because it is very much something the show would have done. And they've very much been watching the show. (I'm personally good, though. Don't need one.)

I think my favorite comment among hundreds, but possibly even 1,000+, when someone was claiming the ep felt like the show instead of something else: (Paraphrasing) "Why would they change the recipe just because this is the last time they're baking the cake?" Look, I was even surprised to find that I was happier with the finale the more I thought about it instead of less. But I knew what bakery I was going to. I knew that I'm far, far from their only customer. I knew that I could've always stopped going to that bakery and the bakers would've been fine. It's their product but also their passion, and they aren't going to miss me because I didn't understand why they wouldn't break their rules to give me a custom order. (I've worked in customer service for a very, very long time and have also been a customer service manager for a long time. Yes, there is always the threat of people creating fake crimes in The Court of Facebook, but we aren't going to screw over other customers who are truly loyal for one loud so-and-so who never seems happy with anything. We don't need that person.)

From a logistics standpoint, the show was always going to be limited by a late-in-the-season cancellation, the availability of actors, and squeezing in enough to pay homage to everyone who's had a hand in the show over 14 years. They weren't going to be able to stick the landing with any new tricks at the eleventh hour (hello, cornucopia of metaphors and idioms). And they definitely weren't going to do well if it's not something they didn't truly want to do. The show didn't always know its limits, and that only led to cringe-y things. This was the finale: I wanted 0 cringe. And while I may have wanted slight tweaks to things, those are personal wishes. And you can wish in one hand, and...well you know the rest. There was just the right amount of sentiment without it feeling like the show was trying to be a cutesy sitcom or maudlin soap. I don't like a lot of super sweet icing on my cake, in general, and when they start going wild with those giant rosettes and borders...no. Not the cake for me. Fine cake for others. Nothing wrong with liking it. But I go to this bakery because they stay chill on the rosettes. (We can always go to AO3, er, our own kitchens, and add our own rosettes or whatever decorations we want.)

This isn't the kind of show you can actually give letter grades to, either. Save that for your more prestige-y and thinky things. It's very much a pass/fail if it's anything. And they passed.

I will miss it, but it was time. And not every cake may have been for me, and yes, some of them you could tell the bakery team was not on their A-game. However, I'm grateful for all the cakes.

#z rambles on #show: ncis la

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