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worldlxvlys · 11 months ago

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this isn’t based on any texts with dwb!chris but i was wondering if u could write a fic abt dwb!chris teaching the reader how to juggle cause she doesn’t know how. maybe make it rly fluffy nd shit, like maybe she cries cause she’s frustrated she can’t do it (i would sob i literally can’t juggle) and chris comforts her and maybe cuddles at the end?

obv it’s ok if not <3 xx

never change

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: none. enjoy <333

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i watched as Chris skillfully passed the oranges from one hand to the other, while one was thrown in the air and he caught it without effort. he does it so seamlessly, as though it’s a skill that everyone is born knowing how to do.

“can you show me how?” i asked, a sweet smile forming on my face.

“i can try, i’ve never really had to teach anyone”

he stopped juggling and stood behind me, putting his arms around mine. this man is going to be the death of me.

“relax baby” he whispered into my ear, running his hands along my shoulders.

he helped me position my arms properly, pushing my elbows in.

“let’s just start with two oranges” he said as placed the third one down.

“just focus on passing them back and forth” following his instructions, i threw the round objects back and forth between my two hands.

right, left, catch, catch.

i continued to go through the motions a few more times, waiting for the next step.

“good, keep your elbows tucked in” i moved my elbows in.

“ok, now we can try adding the other in”

“now do the same thing, but before the second orange comes down you add in an extra throw “ i watched as he demonstrated again.

right, left, right, catch.

i watched him do it, but my brain couldn’t process it.

“wait, what? ” i asked, now confused.

he then demonstrated again, but i was still lost.

“here, just try it” he said as handed me the oranges.

i attempted to do exactly as he said, but could never get it right.

“this is so fucking stupid, why is this so complicated” i said, starting to get annoyed.

“hey it’s alright ma, no one gets it on their first try, just give it some time” he said as he rubbed my shoulders.

i tried, and tried but i couldn’t get the rhythm down.

“fuck! this shouldn’t be so god damn hard!” i exclaimed, feeling tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

“baby, it’s ok. we can try again another time” chris said, picking up on how upset i was getting.

“i feel so fucking stupid, this should be simple” i said as i looked up at him, tears starting to fall from my eyes.

“and i don’t know why i’m crying! i’m not upset, i’m pissed!” i said, getting frustrated.

he took the oranges from me and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on top of mine.

“it’s ok baby, i got you. you’re not stupid, there are plenty of people who can’t even do the first step of juggling and you aced it”

“that’s a damn lie chris, anyone could toss oranges back and forth” i looked up at him, laughing through the tears.

“hmm maybe, but it cheered you up!” he said with a growing smile, wiping my tears away.

“i guess”

“listen, if you never want to juggle again you don’t have to. i doubt anyone will hold you at gunpoint and tell you to juggle for your life” this sent us both into fits of giggles, making us both laugh even harder at the sound of the other’s laughter.

“you probably just jinxed me”

“i don’t think so ma”

we both stopped laughing, staring at each other with wide grins. i gave him a quick peck, making his smile even wider.

“ok forget the juggling, can we just cuddle? ”

“always ma” he said as he led me to the couch. we both flopped down onto it, and he wrapped his arms around me sticking his nose into the crook of my neck.

“you’re perfect, baby. never change.”

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hope y’all like <333

i never realized how hard it is to describe juggling, especially when you don’t know how lmaooo

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 7 months ago

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What Can Still Be Known

A/N: This is my submission for @wannab-urs Hozier Drabble Challenge... which I meant to have finished weeks ago, but since it's May the 4th, today seems like a good time to post it even if it is later than I originally planned. Thank you so much to Gin for putting this together! I love music prompts, so this was right up my alley. I can't wait to catch up on the other stories written for this event! Make sure you all go check them out, too! You can find them here.

Prompt: My song was Butchered Tongue from the album Unreal, Unearth, and my character was Din. I was delighted to get this prompt, because that song speaks to my soul. It's melancholic and beautiful, and I think it fits Din so damn well, so I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: angst, mentions of canon typical violence, mention of death of parents/family, you know, Mandalorian stuff.

Word Count: 3,545 (oops.)

Summary: Din doesn't remember much about his parents or his life with them... but that doesn't stop him from wishing it were different.

Nevarro’s sun burned bright and hot as Din crossed the scrubby stretch of flatlands that separated the town from the Mandalorian encampment. Shifting the crate he carried under one arm, he tilted his head down to where Grogu hopped along beside him, using the Force to propel himself every few steps to accommodate for his father’s much longer stride. The sight, along with the string of happy gurgles and babbles spilling from the kid’s mouth, made a smile sprout beneath the man’s helmet.

“It’s good to be back, isn’t it buddy?”

Grogu looked up at him and squealed happily, nodding and pointing one clawed finger at the semi-permanent settlement growing closer with every step they took.

Though the efforts to reclaim their homeworld had been successful, a small group of Mandalorians remained on Nevarro during the rebuilding process on Mandalore - mainly those responsible for teaching and raising the foundlings and other young children that were not yet ready to start their trials. There were two combat instructors, two teachers whose focus was on the tenants of the Resol’nare, one additional teacher who was responsible for teaching Mando’a, as well as a dozen or so students and their guardians. Eventually they’d all join the rest of their people on Mandalore, but until things were more solidly settled there, Nevarro was as safe an option for an outpost as could be found in the Outer Rim.

Din chuckled. “I’m sure your friends will be happy to see you again, too.”

That response sent the kid bouncing with excitement, hopping high enough so that he could fit in a flip before touching down again, the rondel and small pauldron he wore clinging together like chimes with his motion.

“Go ahead,” Din urged him, jutting his chin out in front of him. “You don’t have to wait for me. I’ll be right behind -” But the child was gone before the last word left his lips. He sighed and shook his head in amusement. “-You.” He watched through the tinted screen of his visor as Grogu darted towards the sparring grounds, no doubt in search of Ragnar.

It had been a few months since they’d been back on Nevarro, Din busy taking Grogu through his apprenticeship, teaching him skills that he would need in order to move on in his training. Tracking, hunting, navigation, survival, negotiation, just to name a few. Every lesson took them to a different planet, some of them coming with the added bonus of coinciding with a bounty or paid favor. The most recent one, a lesson in tracking on Rodia, had resulted in uncovering a stash of beskar ingots that had been defaced with an Imperial stamp.

Immediately after finishing up on Rodia - Din showing Grogu how to incapacitate an enemy without killing them - they’d taken the recovered beskar back to the Armorer on Mandalore, so that she could fashion it into new pieces for the foundlings. It was strange, but good, to see the glass encrusted planet so teeming with life. It was a relief to know that what his people had fought for for so long, what so many had given their lives for, was finally secure. Finally theirs.

But despite the fact that the Mandalorian people finally had a safe place to call home, Din had yet to feel that sort of connection with the planet. Unlike Bo-Katan, he hadn’t been born there, nor had he spent any time there as a child. He’d heard stories about what the Great Forge had been like in its glory, how lush the gardens of Sundari had been long ago. But to him, a foundling Child of the Watch who had never set foot on Mandalore until he was a grown man, they’d always felt like stories about some fictional, far off place. He wondered if that would change, if he would ever feel at home in a place that brought him no nostalgia or warmth.

A part of him hoped that it would. Because it wasn’t just Mandalore that he felt that absence of connection to. It was everywhere he went. A side-effect of losing every home he’d ever had, it turned out, was not knowing where your roots would grow if they could grow anywhere they chose.

He knew he had a home once. A true home, one where he could have collected a whole life’s worth of memories, enough of them so that when he returned there they’d all come rushing to fill his heart with warmth and welcome. He knew he had a family before the Tribe had become that for him, too. A mother and father who loved him so fiercely that they sacrificed their own lives to save his. When he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could still find their faces. His father’s was easier to recall because he himself wore so many of the same features. Every time he saw his own reflection he was reminded of the man who carried him through the battlefield that their village had become.

His mother’s face was more difficult to recall in detail, but that didn’t mean he had forgotten her. He remembered her thick, dark hair and the way it curled at her shoulders. He remembered the texture of the red robes she wore, remembered tracing the intricate pattern of woven stitching on the cuffs of her sleeves with the tips of his fingers. He couldn’t be sure, but he had the thought that he must have remembered these things because she was the one who comforted him when he was hurt, sad or scared. That what he really recalled when he thought of his mother was the feeling of safety and warmth that her embrace provided.

He remembered the tone of her voice, soothing but strong. His father’s was full and confident and always sounded like a smile was about to appear. He remembered that the two of them sang often. Sometimes he’d be hit with a snippet of a melody, the lyrics lost, turned to dust and ash like the rest of his homeworld, but he’d find himself humming and realize that it was one of the songs his parents used to sing.

The forgotten lyrics were only a small part of a larger loss, though. They were written in a language that had died when the population of Aq Vetina had been snuffed out. So he could remember his parents’ voices. He could remember the melodies they sang. But the things they said, the words they used, the meaning behind them? All of that was gone. For all the languages and means of communication he did know, the first one he’d ever heard and learned escaped him. And in all of his travels since leaving his homeworld in the arms of an armored stranger that had become his Buir, Din had never met anyone who spoke his native tongue.

It made him wonder if anyone else had survived the attack on his home that day, or if he was the last living member of a completely slain culture.

Before he could ruminate on that thought for too long, though, Azil, one of the combat instructors, saw him walking towards the sparring grounds and waved him over. “Olarom, Djarin!” He pointed at the crate Din carried, tilting his helmeted-head in question. “Gifts from home?”

The contents of the box shifted as Din handed it over, newly cast cuiresses ringing together in answer to Azil’s inquiry. “New beskar,” Din responded with a nod. “Freshly forged on Mandalore,” he added in answer to Azil’s question about where it came from. “I was told to deliver them to you for distribution to your students.”

Azil set the crate down and clapped one gloved hand to Din’s shoulder. “Vor entye, vod.”

Returning the gesture, Din did the same. “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way,” Azil echoed, and then immediately set about unpacking the box of armor, sorting it by size, leaving Din to see where Grogu had gone.

It didn’t take long for him to find his son. The long, green ears were a giveaway, sure. But so was the small crowd of other children gathered around to watch him levitate a black chunk of volcanic rock while Ragnar Vizsla practiced blasting it with training darts. With each successful hit, the other kids would cheer, a collective sound of amazement coming from them each time Grogu managed to evade the blast by redirecting the rock.

Din stood watching for a few moments, silently appreciative that these children had this opportunity to laugh and learn and grow together somewhere open and safe and free. He could remember playing similar training games and showing off new skills with the few other children in his covert, though then it was all done underground, in hiding. But he couldn’t recall the kinds of games he might have played with friends in his village. If there were any nursery rhymes or tall tales he might have known once, they’d long since faded from his memory.

It made him wonder if he’d eventually forget what little he could remember about his native culture. Would he lose it piece by piece? Until not even a familiar tune or the color red or his own reflection sparked any feeling? He hoped not, but it seemed inevitable.

At least, it had.

Suddenly - from a different group of children than the one gathered around Grogu, much to Din’s relief - a small child went darting by his boots, arms outstretched in front of her, the distinct sound of sniffles and cries trailing after her. Turning away from the training grounds, he watched as the child was scooped up by a woman who had just stepped out of one of the tents. He assumed that whatever sent the girl running was just the result of one of the other kids being a little too rough. Or perhaps one of Nevarro’s reptilian species had frightened the child. Either way, it was clear that there was no real danger and that the woman had things under control, so he started to turn back towards Grogu and Ragnar’s shenanigans.

But then he overheard the woman begin to soothe the young girl in her arms.

“Ny mo yariin, necta.”

It stopped him in his tracks and sent his head swiveling back in the direction it came from. His heart pounded beneath the elongated diamond stamped into the center of his chestplate as he felt something unlock in his memory.

He’d heard those same words before. So long ago that he was stunned when he recognized the phrase. So long ago that the meaning behind them was lost. But he knew they were spoken to him as comfort. He knew that they were words steeped in love. He watched the way the woman cradled the child to her armored chest, his eyes catching on the piece of red fabric that was pinned to the cowl of her flight suit.

No matter how impossible it seemed that the words he’d just heard had survived what a whole settlement of people hadn’t, no matter how unlikely it was that it was there of all places that he’d heard it, no matter how slim the odds were that the tattered scarlet linen was the same fabric that he remembered from his home, Din found himself drawn to her.

To you.

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You were rewiring the com device in your helmet when you heard Tira’s cry.

Though you knew that she was probably fine - there were dozens of other Mandalorian adults present in the settlement, and you knew that none of them would allow any real harm to come to the children - you immediately set your work down and stepped outside, senses heightened. But as soon as you saw her running towards you, you relaxed. She wasn’t hurt or being chased. She’d likely just been knocked over by one of the bigger kids while they played one of their games. Tira was small, but didn’t like to be told that. And since her older brother had begun his trials and wasn’t there as often to make sure she didn’t get pushed around by the others, she’d been having trouble adjusting.

It didn’t help that less than a year ago, she and Maj had lost both of their parents in the battle to retake Mandalore, which is how the children had come to be in your care.

As a former foundling yourself, you were more than willing to step in and raise them as your own, just as the Mandalorian who rescued you the day your village was attacked and your parents were killed would have done had he not been able to reunite you with your kin. You’d been brought to Corellia, where your mother’s sister lived with her family, and they’d taken you in and raised you instead. It wasn’t until you became an adult that you rejoined the Mandalorians and took the Creed, choosing to commit your life to the very people who had saved it.

But though you mainly spoke Galactic Basic and were muddling your way through learning Mando’a, it was still your first language that came to you when you scooped a sniffling Tira into your arms and cradled her to your armored chest. It was still the words your parents - and then your aunt - had spoken to you when you’d been hurt or scared that you used to comfort the girl.

“Ny mo yariin, necta.”

You’re safe with me, sweet one.

You knew Tira and Maj didn’t speak Aquitto. They only knew the meaning of that one phrase because you’d taught it to them. And since your aunt had passed away, you knew that you were possibly the only person left in the galaxy who would even recognize it let alone speak it. As far as you knew, there hadn’t been any other survivors from your village that day. It struck you that every time you spoke it could be the last time it was ever uttered.

Pushing that thought from your mind, you focused on Tira, kissing her cheek and letting her clutch at the sculpted pin that held a piece of red fabric - a remnant of the hooded robe you’d been wearing the day you were rescued on Aq Vetina - in place on your cowl. The pin had belonged to your mother, the woman pressing it into your hand before disappearing to go try to fight off the monstrous machines with the rest of the village. As a child you would trace the design on it with your fingertip whenever she held you, whenever she made the same promise you were making Tira.

“Ny mo yariin, necta.”

By the time you’d said it a second time, the girl had stopped crying. The words themselves weren’t magic, but the sentiment in them was. Even if they were the last scraps of the Aquitto language to live on, you hoped that one day Tira or Maj would pass them along to a child who needed to hear them, too.

Whatever had brought on the sudden storm of tears had passed, and Tira wriggled in your hold as she caught sight of some of the other children watching as the Jedi foundling levitated chunky rocks for Ragnar to blast with darts. You chuckled at her eagerness to get back out there with the big kids. “Okay, necta. But watch out for yourself, got it?” You set her back on the ground, stooping down to her level and ruffling her hair. “I know you’re a tough one, but you still have to be careful.”

She nodded enthusiastically, telling you that she would be, and then she was gone, scurrying back across the crusty flatland towards the other kids. When you stood back up, you were met with the dark visor of Din Djarin - a man you’d never personally met, but who you’d heard a great deal about from the others in the settlement on Nevarro. You knew he was the Jedi foundling’s adoptive father. You knew he had previously wielded the Darksaber and that he was instrumental in helping Bo-Katan Kryze and the others take back Mandalore. You knew that he was responsible for reclaiming the beskar that your armor had been forged from.

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“Oh, hello,” you greeted him, a small laugh in your voice that he figured was a result of the way he’d caught you off guard. You lifted a hand and reflexively tucked the piece of red fabric at your collar into place. “It’s Din, right?”

“Yes. Din Djarin. I’m sorry I don’t know your name, I-”

You waved him off and introduced yourself. Smiling, you pointed in the direction that the little one you’d just set down had run off in. “That’s your son over there, isn’t it? Tira was excited to see him.”

Din turned his head to follow your finger, though he didn’t need to look to know that you were indicating Grogu. “It is,” he confirmed, facing you again with a small shrug. “He likes to show off.”

You laughed at that. “I would too, if I could do what he can.”

“He’s a special kid,” Din replied, and you smiled again.

“He is.” You nodded, and it was clear to him that you were still unsure of why he had approached you. “Is there-”

“Can I ask you something?” He tilted his head, hidden eyes fixed on the fabric at your neck - and on the sculpted pin that held it in place, the designs so familiar to him he could feel them on his fingers.

You furrowed your brow, expression turning serious. “Of course. Not sure if I’ll be able to help you with it, but-” You held your hands up, palms to the sky. “Ask away.”

“The words you just spoke to that little girl… Tira?” You nodded so he went on. “How do you know that language?”

He watched your eyes widen with your blink. “You… You’re familiar with Aquitto?”

Din sighed, giving a slight shake of his head. “I didn’t even remember what it was called, but… Yes. Or, that phrase, anyway. How do you know it?”

You let out a breath. “I… I was born on Aq Vetina. It was the language my parents spoke. It…” Again your fingers came up to the pin and the fabric that it secured. “It was my first language. I was lucky that my aunt knew it, too, or else I would have forgotten it completely after our village was destroyed and-” Something dawned on you and your eyes widened again. “You said you were familiar with it?” He nodded. “How?”

You asked the question in a way that made him think you already knew the answer, but you needed - or wanted - to hear him say it. So he did. “Same as you. I was born there. It was my parents’ language. But I haven’t heard it spoken since the day droids raided our home.” He blinked, somewhat stunned that only moments before he had been mourning the loss of his native language and culture only to find a source of it right in front of him. “I didn’t know there were other survivors.”

Your mouth fell open slightly as you stared up into the visor that hid his eyes from view. When you spoke again it was quiet, your words equally full of disbelief. “Neither did I.” Your lips twitched into a small smile despite the way your eyes had started to water. “I’m glad we were both wrong, Din.”

“I am, too.” He felt a tightening in his chest, but it was unlike anything he felt before. It wasn’t from sorrow or anxiety, it wasn’t to alert him to a threat or caused by regret. It felt more like a connection forming - like meeting you had brought him closer to his own heart somehow. Instantly, a thousand questions popped into his mind for you, and he imagined you might have had some for him as well. But there was one thing he needed to know first. “Can you tell me what it means? What you said to Tira? My… I think my parents used to say it to me, and…” He trailed off, waiting for your response.

“It means, ‘You’re safe with me, sweet one.’” You smiled again. “It literally translates to ‘You’re in my heart’ though. It’s… It’s what you say to the people you love most.”

Just then, Grogu and Tira came tearing over, Din bending down to pick up his son and you settling your hand on the little girl’s head as she clung to your side. “Hey, Buddy. Remember when I told you about my parents and what I remembered about where I came from?”

“Patu.” His head moved up and down, ears flapping with his nod.

“Well, this lady comes from the same place that I do, and she just taught me how to say something in my old language. You wanna hear it?”

“Patu!” He spread his clawed fingers over Din’s chestplate.

Din looked over at you - at the warm smile on your face as you smoothed the little girl’s play-ruffled hair and gave him an encouraging nod - and then back down at Grogu. “Ny mo yariin, necta.”

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inspirationalucky · 7 months ago

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👁️ EPIC: The Musical: Act One, The Cyclops Saga sentence starters. Because the lines are just That Good. Going by the exact lyrics, definitely change things to fit your muse's situation<3

Polyphemus

"I've gotta hand it to you both, this is quite the treat."

''It's almost too perfect, too good to be true."

"Why would the lotus eaters pass up on all this food?"

"We're just travelers, we come in peace."

"What gives you the right to deal a pain so deep?"

"Don't you know that pain you sow is pain you reap?"

"Your life now is in my hand."

"Before I'm done, you will learn that it's not so fun to take."

"You came to my home to steal."

"A trade, you see? Take from you like you took from me."

"There's been a misunderstanding!"

"Now that I see we've done some damage, maybe you and I can make a deal?"

"I'll give you our finest treasure so long as we leave alive."

"A trade, you see? A gift from you, and a gift from me."

"I'd like to thank you. Stranger, what's your name?"

"My name is Nobody."

"I'm so glad we see eye to eye."

"You shall be the final man to die.

Survive

"If we're defeated, they're good as dead."

"No backup, no chance for support."

"Show me, how great is your will to survive?"

"Six hundred lives at stake."

"It's just one life to take."

"No dying on me now, defeat is not allowed!"

"We must live through this day!"

"Show him that we're deadly!"

"Don't let him get close!"

"He can't land a blow if we're out of reach."

"Stand up and fight for your lives!"

"He's got a club!"

"You've hurt me enough."

"You're dying here and now, escape is not allowed."

"You won't live through this day, now die."

Remember Them

"We must move quickly, we don't have much time."

"He didn't notice I mixed lotus in his wine."

"Mark my words now, this is not the end."

"What'll we do with our fallen friends?"

"We are not to let them die in vain."

"We're the ones who carry on the flames of those who've gone."

"This is how we're getting out of here."

"Let's kill him!"

"Who hurts you?"

"There are more of them?"

"Captain, we should run!"

"If nobody hurts you, be silent."

"He's still a threat until he's dead! Finish it."

"What good would killing do when mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use?"

"The blood we shed, it never dries."

"Is this what it means to be a warrior of the mind?"

"When we met I led with peace."

"Remember them the next time that you dare choose not to spare!"

"Remember them, remember us... remember me!"

"I am neither man nor mythical."

"I am your darkest moment!"

My Goodbye

You were reckless, sentimental at best."

"That's not a teaching of mine."

"You've grown soft, your dead friends can attest."

"Put your emotions aside."

"You're a warrior meant to lead the rest."

"I don't know where I went wrong!"

"I warned you, and you failed the test"

"This way you'll know what your place is."

"This way when all is over you'll keep yours and I'll keep mine."

"This way you won't disappoint me."

"Unlike you, every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain."

"What a title that a goddess could lend if I'll never sleep at night?"

"I'll remind you I saw you as a friend, but now we're done."

"This way you won't plague my life."

"You're out of sight and out of mind!"

"This way, you close the door and have your damn goodbye!"

"You're not looking for a mentor, I'm not looking for a friend."

"I mistook you for a General. What a waste of effort spent."

"At least I know what I'm fighting for while you're fighting to be known."

"Since you claim you're so much wiser, why's your life spent all alone? You're alone!"

"One day you'll hear what I'm saying. One day you might understand. One day, but not day."

"After all, you're just a man."

"This day you sever your own head."

"This day you lost it all."

"Consider this as my goodbye!"

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lunatic-pudge · 5 months ago

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Housewife Dude (Requested by Candidphotoshoot)

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-The second this man finds out the big bucks you make at your job, he's putting on a pink frilly apron and immediately goes into housewife mode

-It's the inner simp in him that's coming out. Pay no mind to it

-Now let's start with cleaning, now Dude (in all forms) is a messy person. I feel like P1 Dude is the cleanest of them all. So most of the messes around are cause of him. Typical Dude.

-I'd say he's mid with cleaning. He really doesn't like doing it but he knows he has to cause he's the beloved housewife here. I feel like smoking crack helps to motivate him to get it done. Poor thing is s helpless when he doesn't have his crack. But it does help him get the job done, and get it done quick. Even if it means going the lazy route at times. Don't open the closet and don't look under the bed. That's where he crams most of the junk goes cause he can't be bothered to actually put it away properly

-Also, someone should probably keep an eye on him when he's around chemicals. If you do not stop him, he will try to make a chlorine gas bomb. Or a mustard gas bomb, your choice. He knows how dangerous it is to mix chemicals, he will use it to his advantage if given the opportunity.

-Now for cooking, it's 50/50. I'd say Dude has basic cooking skills. He's used to eating takeout or whatever he can get his grubby hands on. But, with some effort, I feel he could make you a pretty damn good meal.

-Yeah, he'll make you lunches for work, but he also wants to be able to go out and spend time with you on your lunches also. Homie will do whatever he can to spend time with you

-To be honest, you know what housewife Dude reminds me of? That one manga/anime about the Yakuaza guy who's a househusband. It's called "The Way of the Househusband" Yeah, that's basically your and Dude's relationship

#postal #postal dude #postal dude x reader

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jadedxhearts · 7 months ago

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"𝐈'𝐦 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮"

original ask: "Hi jadedrrose I COMPLETELY LOVE ❤️❤️❤️❤️ the Jealousy and The Experiment you wrote for Law!!!!! They are sooo good and addicting!!!! I was wondering if I can please request Law x female reader NSFW with Dialog Prompt 1. “I’m in love with you.” Thank you"

originally posted on July 25, 2022

Please note that this is an old work and isn't representative of my current writing skills!

You’d honestly thought you’d never see this day come.

When you had began dating Law, you knew from the start that he would be very closed off at times, and it would take a lot of work to form a bond between the two of you, to trust and love one another.

Not that you doubted him, but you just didn’t expect to get this far. If anything, you doubted yourself.

Today marked the day that you’d been dating Law for a year. Really, you were quite pleased with how the last year had gone. He’d really opened up to you, and you were very happy with him. But he had yet to say those words;

“I love you.” Or something along those lines, at least.

It’s not like you were upset about that, though. Law wasn’t the most affectionate man, preferring to keep all that stuff private and only saying things when he truly meant it and was ready to say so.

So here you were, staring at yourself in the mirror of the women’s bathroom on the submarine (conveniently there were only two women, so you always had plenty of time to get ready).

You’d put on a nice dress, a satin blue one. You figured Law would like it, or at least you hoped he would.

Looking over your makeup one last time, you stepped out of the bathroom and made your way up to the outside part of the submarine.

When you walked out, you noticed that there was a table with two chairs set up, Law sitting in one of the two, some fairy lights, and the guys all bothering Law, it seemed like.

“Tell her that she smells good?” Penguin suggested.

“Or that she’s the prettiest bear around!” Bepo chimed in.

“Bepo, you’re the only one who’s a bear…” Shachi reminded him.

“Oh, that’s right.”

“Enough! You guys are all idiots. No wonder none of you can get a girl to like you,” Law snapped.

The four then looked towards you with wide eyes upon hearing your laughter.

The three crew mates scurried away, leaving you and Law.

“We’re they giving you pointers? As if this was the first date?” You asked, still giggling.

“I guess,” Law answered. “I shouldn’t have asked them for any advice. They know nothing.”

You sat down across from him and smiled at the food laid out before you. A mix of both you and Law’s favorite dishes. Plus some wine.

“Aw, did you set this all up?”

“Most of it, yeah,” Law bashfully replied.

Your heart felt all warm and fuzzy, thinking about all the effort he went to just for you.

—

After the dinner, Law had taken you back to his room, and now you found yourself laid out on the bed, the skirt part of your dress pushed up as Law had a firm grip on your thighs, holding them apart as he licked at your soaked cunt.

“You taste better than that damn dinner those idiots made us,” Law muttered against you, moving his lips slightly up to suck at your clit.

“Mmm, Law… don’t stop,” you moaned.

“Not even to tell you how good you taste?”

“No!” You whined, pushing him back into your wetness, hands tangled in his hair.

As he continued sucking at your clit, he removed a hand from your plush thighs and began teasing you, touching your folds but not inserting his fingers at all.

“Sh-shit! Just finger me already!”

“Who’s in charge here?” Law asked, tone more stern now.

“You, Law… fuck.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, a grin on his face as he returned to what he’d been doing, only this time he did put his fingers in you.

His long fingers moved at a fast pace, and the suckling at your now swollen clit was becoming harder and making you feel like you were going to pass out.

“Fuck, Law… I’m gonna cum, fuck. D-don’t stop.”

He tried pushing his fingers in further, not stopping for a second. And when he added a third…

You let out a loud, nearly pornographic moan and let go of his hair to lay back, throwing your arms around your face.

Law pulled away from your pussy, smirking as he pulled your head up and presented his fingers in front of your mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth and let him slide his fingers inside. His eyes never left your lips, watching the way you sucked on and lapped up all the juices on his tattooed fingers.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers away and moved to get his jeans off. He then sat up against the pillows, motioning for you to come sit on his lap.

“Want you to ride me,” he told you, arms wrapping around you as you hovered over his cock.

He leaned forward and locked lips with you, kissing you passionately as he slid his length inside you. Unable to control your moans, you let out a long one that was muffled by his lips, but you could feel him smirking at the noise.

“That’s right, ride my cock like a good little slut,” he praised you, holding you tight and continuing to kiss you. “Moan into my mouth.”

So you moved your hips faster, and moaned with every thrust. You loved the way he stretched you.

“Shit, I’m already so close,” he muttered against your lips.

“Me too,” you cried. “Law, let me cum again, please- agh.”

He angled his hips and began rubbing circles on your overstimulated clit, telling you to cum on his cock and squeeze him nice and tight.

With another lewd moan, you came for a second time, followed by Law releasing his own cum inside you.

As you pulled away, you could feel your mixed juices spilling out of your cunt and down your thighs, dripping onto Law’s lap.

You collapsed, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him gently, too tired to fully go for his lips.

He held you close, rubbing your back and helping you relax after the intimate session. As he laid there doing so, he couldn’t help but feel… strange. His heart felt full, and the sight of you right now was simply so beautiful to him.

Law knew then, he was ready to say it.

“I’m in love with you,” he blurted out, interrupting the silence.

You blinked, eyes wide and you just couldn’t help but to start smiling from ear to ear.

“You… are?”

“Yes. I’m sorry it took me this long to say it, but I love you, (Name)-ya.”

So you hugged him tighter, this time planting a firm kiss onto his lips. “Don’t apologize. I don’t care if it would’ve taken you thirty years, I’d still be glad and feel the same. I love you too, Law.”

For the first time in a while, he smiled. A genuine smile. Law was glad that you’d been so patient with him. He wouldn’t regret this, loving you. Even if he was worried about losing you, he’d come to realize that it didn’t mean he couldn’t love you.

So, he decided from this moment onward that he’d always make sure to tell you how much he loves you, and to make sure you felt loved forever.

And you couldn’t be happier.

#law x reader #law x reader smut

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memekais · 11 months ago

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epic the musical sentence starters. the cyclops saga. feel free to change pronouns as needed!

polyphemus

i can't believe this cave has all this for us to keep.

i've gotta hand it to you both, this is quite the treat.

it's almost too perfect, too good to be true.

hey there... we're just travelers. we come in peace.

what gives you the right to deal a pain so deep? don't you know that pain you sow is pain you rеap?

time to drink your blood over where you stand.

your life now is in my hand. before i'm done you will learn that it's not so fun to take.

you came to my home to steal but now you'll become my meal.

a trade, you see? take from you like you took from me.

there's been a misunderstanding, we never came here to steal!

now that i see we've done some damage, maybe you and I could make a deal?

i'll give you our finest treasure so long as we leave alive.

one sip and you'll understand the power that's in your hands.

we shall be on our way, no bloodshed in here today.

a trade, you see? a gift from you and a gift from me.

ah, i'd like to thank you. stranger, what's your name?

i'm so glad we see eye to eye.

you shall be the final man to die.

survive

if we're defeated, they're good as dead.

straight ahead, that is who we're fighting.

no backup, no chance for support so draw out your swords. our foe must be thwarted right here and now.

show me how great is your will to survive.

it's just one life to take and when we kill him then our journey's over.

no dying on me now!

we must live through this day so fight, fight, fight!

surround him! attack from behind, keep distance in mind and stay in his blindspot and strike his heels!

don't let him get close, he's strong but he's slow! he can't land a blow if we're out of reach!

stand up and fight for your lives!

you've hurt me enough.

six hundred lives I'll take... six hundred lives I'll break.

when I kill you then my pain is over.

you're dying here and now! escape is not allowed!

you won't live through this day now die... die...!

remember them

we must move quickly; we don't have much time...

mark my words now, this is not the end.

but captain, what'll we do with our fallen friends?

remember them when the fire begins to fade, for the fallen and afraid.

we are not to let them die in vain.

we're the ones who carry on the flames of those who've gone.

let's kill him!

his body is blocking the path. if we kill him, we'll be stuck inside.

if nobody hurts you, be silent.

have you forgotten the lessons i taught you?

he's still a threat until he's dead. finish it.

what good would killing do when mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use?

the blood we shed; it never dries.

is this what it means to be a warrior of the mind?

when we met, i led with peace while you fed your inner beast.

remember them the next time that you dare choose not to spare.

remember them. remember us. remember me.

i am neither man nor mythical! i am your darkest moment!

i am the infamous [name]!

my goodbye

you are reckless, sentimental at best.

you've grown soft, your dead friends can attest.

put your emotions aside.

you're a warrior meant to lead the rest.

i don't know where i went wrong but i warned you, and you failed the test so now i'm gone.

this way, you'll know what your place is. this way, you can't cross the line.

this way, you won't disappoint me. this way, you won't waste my time.

consider this as my goodbye.

that's just like you, why should i be surprised? selfish and prideful and vain.

unlike you, every time someone dies i'm left to deal with the strain.

what's a title that a goddess could lend if i'll never sleep at night?

i'll remind you i saw you as a friend but now we're done.

this way, you're out of my head now.

this way, you won't plague my life.

when all is done, you're out of sight and out of mind.

close the door and have your damn goodbye.

you're not looking for a mentor i'm not looking for a friend.

i mistook you for a general, what a waste of effort spent!

at least i know what i'm fighting for while you're fighting to be known!

since you claim you're so much wiser, why's your life spent all alone?

one day, you'll hear what I'm saying.

one day, you might understand. one day, but not today, for after all you're just a man.

this day, you lost it all.

#rp meme #rp prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #rp sentence starters #ask meme #prompts #sentence starters #meme

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quinloki · 1 year ago

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: cisfem!reader Character: Silvers Rayleigh Kink: #8 Breeding Kink Prompt: #16 "Scream my name when you cum, and I'll reward you." Gift Giver: @thepokemaniac

Summary: If you want Rayleigh to screw you stupid, you have to ask for it.

Content Notes: breeding, cream pie, vaginal sex, use of "young lady", dirty talk, begging, praise.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Your body shivered, and your arms were getting tired, but you held onto the back of your knees almost desperately. On your back with your feet in the air, both of your needy holes on display for the man before you. Your own pleasure was sliding from your slit and making your ass twitch as it dribbled down your skin.

This bastard of an old man had made you cum so many times you were nearly exhausted, dizzy with pleasure, and desperate. He hadn’t put so much as a finger below your waist or above your knees and your body seemed to ache with every climax instead of finding relief.

“Please.” You beg in defeat, pulling your own legs wide and watching a pleased grin slide across his face.

“Please, what, young lady?” He muses eyes moving from your face to your thighs. Those intent eyes on your most intimate places made your body flinch despite your efforts.

“P-please,” you feel embarrassment wash over you at the sound of your voice shivering. “Fill… fill me up.”

The low chuckle almost makes you weep. “There are quite a few ways for me to do that. You’ll need to be more specific.”

“Hnnngh, fuck!” You curse. You’re almost tempted to close your legs and storm out of the room. It won’t be as satisfying, but you can take care of yourself and be done with it. Hot, sun cracked hands are on your thighs, caressing your skin and nearly bringing you to the edge again.

Damn him and his skills.

You can’t take your eyes off him as he kisses the inside of your thigh. “You can do it.” He urges.

“I… I want your cock inside… my… puh-pussy. Please!”

“That’s my good girl.” He purrs, and then moves so fast you only know that one second he was kissing your thigh, and the next he was buried balls-deep in your cunt. You’re fluttering against him, your body catching up with the idea that it’s been filled so easily. The sloppy wet sound reaches your ears on a delay and your back arches.

He’s still as your body catches up, hands losing their grip on the back of your knees, your insides almost screaming as they accommodate this sudden intrusion. Surprise gives way to a twinge of pain, and the pain is followed by a rush of pleasure as your toes twitch and your body tenses and you nearly orgasm.

He finally moves, shifting slowly inside you. It feels like metal and not flesh, he’s so unbelievably hard inside you. His hands grip the backs of your knees as your hands slip away, and he pushes your legs back, nearly bringing your knees to your shoulders. He pushes against you, letting his body weight press you into the mattress and you’re struggling to breathe a little from the pressure.

“Focus on breathing,” he says softly as he moves in long, slow strokes. “Scream my name when you cum, in that sweet voice of yours, and I’ll reward you.”

His pace picks up a little and the sharp look he gives you nearly makes you cum then and there. “Every time you cum, young lady.” He commands, and you nod desperately, trying to conserve your oxygen.

Every time you came, you’d cry out his name into the air. Every time you cried his name you’d feel him fill you up with his cum. He’d slow, for just a few moments, pressing heavy into you, before picking up his pace again. Hips smacking into yours, rough, pube-covered abs teasing your throbbing clit with every thrust.

Soft praises and tender fingers would wipe the tears at the edges of your eyes as the pleasure melted your brain and the sensation nearly overwhelmed you.

By the fourth time, you were exhausted, shivering, unable to barely whimper let alone cry his name out sweetly. The frothy mess between your thighs had dripped into the bed, mingling with the sweat and musk of your bodies.

“You did so well.” Rayleigh praises, bringing your legs down slowly and brushing sweat-heavy hair from your face tenderly. He hands you a pillow before helping you to lay on your stomach, hands pressing into your back and massage your trembling body. After a moment his hands wander further down.

“I need to reward you properly.” He whispers in your ear, fingers pushing into your tender pussy for a moment before the wet digits push against the tight ring of your ass. “Shall I fill you up here now, young lady?”

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

#birthday request event #one piece drabble #x reader #reader insert #silvers rayleigh #Thank you Maniac <3 for this gift.#Gods I love writing this old man.#I did base this off a kind of continuation from the Young Lady one shot.#It feels short but this is the length I've been TRYING to hit for these ^^;

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real-jaune-isms · 2 years ago

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How Zoro Would Confess: 10 Things I Heart About You

*Robin is sitting on a long couch in the library reading, when Zoro enters the room and closes the door behind him, only half trying to be quiet*

Robin: Ah, good afternoon Zoro-kun~

Zoro: Hey Robin... god I'm still not used to you calling me that.

Robin: Fufufu~ So, since you don't tend to come in here, can I help you with something?

Zoro: *pulls out a chair from the table in the center of the room and sits backwards in it to face her* Yeah, you could say that. Listen, I... I'm sure you might say I don't need to, but I wanted to put the effort in for this. So just... let me get through this? I suck at this stuff, but I'm not asking that shitty cook for help so you'll have to deal with how I did it.

Robin: I have no idea what you're talking about... but you seem determined, so I'll hear you out with whatever this is.

Zoro: *nods appreciatively, pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket* Had to write them down so I could get it right now... 'The 10 Best Things About Nico Robin'

Robin: Oh my god... Zoro-kun you don't have to-

Zoro: I said I want to. Please.

*she falters, but sits with her hands on her lap trying to appear calm*

Zoro: 10. How brilliant she is. Robin is a genius who knows history facts that often help in new unfamiliar places, and when we're in situations we can't solve by hitting things she usually thinks of a solution.

9. How cute her face looks sometimes when she's reading or hearing something new that she's really interested in.

8. Her life was full of pain and hell and crushing misery, but despite all that she's a woman who's more kind and understanding than I could hope to be. She's patient and diplomatic, and so good with kids, with how much Chopper looks up to her as a great example.

7. Her dark sense of humor was unnerving at first, but I've gotten used to it and enjoy it now, so she always makes me laugh.

6. How damn impressive it is that she learned to read Poneglyphs, and she knows how important to our voyage that makes her but she trusts m- US to protect her. She's one of a kind for her skills, and every other reason on here.

5. How determined she was to earn all our trusts and be welcome on the crew, and how long she worked to get mine in particular. She cares.

4. She's a badass and precise fighter who can take down a dozen men or a man twice her size with her powers and deadly skills, and I find that very attractive.

3. Her voice is both soothing and exhilarating, it just feels amazing to hear.

2. Whoever gave Boa Hancock her title has never seen Nico Robin, because she's the most beautiful woman in the world as far as I'm concerned.

Robin: *has been getting more and more flustered as the list went on, fully beet red and crossing her legs now* Z-Zoro~...

Zoro: And number 1... *looks up from the paper to stare into her shining blue eyes* I love you, Nico Robin~

Robin: *clutching a hand over her mouth, gasping and starting to cry* Oh my god... Zoro-kun!~ D-did Nami put you up to this? I swear if she's gone this far to torment the two of us...

Zoro: What, you don't think I can think up something this heart felt? It's my own writing, see? *Shows that its in scrawl that a cartographer like Nami would never have*

Robin: Oh Zoro... this is real... I love you too!!~ Come here!

Zoro: *comes to sit by her side, gets pushed onto his back* MMMMPH!!

Robin: *throws herself on him to kiss him as deeply and for as long as she sees fit, not having to be teasing now that their feelings are clear and requited* MWAH~ MWAH~ CHU~ What... do you want this to make us?

Zoro: *gasping and panting to get more air* Like... putting... a label on it? Boyfriend and girlfriend feels too kidsy for us, would partner get the point across enough?

Robin: I think it could, though I may also call you my lover~

Zoro: I can live with that, my love~

Robin: *kisses him again, adoring how sweet he can be* You know Sanji will be furious about this, right?

Zoro: When have I ever cared what he thinks? He'll have to let it go, there's no way I'm giving up on being with you~

*They just sit and enjoy the bliss of their new relationship for an hour or so, eventually leaving hand in hand*

#one piece #zorobin #roronoa zoro #nico robin #zoro x robin #fluff #zorobin fluff #zorobin confession #one piece ship post #i wouldn't call this my magnum opus #but I did put some real care and thought into it #so I am proud

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nerdieforpedro · 1 year ago

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I wish you would write a fic where… Joel had been called to mentor Reader in shooting, but doesn't really want to and is being mean to her, but only because he has a crush on her and she’s younger than him.

I can try. It will likely be post-outbreak Joel. Pre-outbreak Joel knows how to shoot but doesn’t do it often because peace, work, caring for his daughter, etc. (This is how I picture pre-outbreak Joel so soft, so sad, so much work, so Joel.) 🥸

It’s required and encouraged by post-outbreak Joel. I haven't really written for post-outbreak Joel so this will be a first, here we go!

Pairing: Joel Miller x plus size female reader

Warnings: None really I think? 😎

Word count: 1057 (An actual Drabble?! Maybe)

Tommy and Maria had thought up this grand scheme. A plan rather to make sure Jackson is as prepared as can be in case clickers or raiders attack, all able-bodied adults would be taught self-defense and gun skills, both handguns and rifles. Joel agreed with this plan last month. It sounded great then, but now, standing across from this short plump woman who annoyed him to no end. She can barely hold it correctly. She can’t figure out how to remove the damn safety after showing her three times and she wasn’t able to take the gun apart or put it back together. What frustrates him even more is that he looks forward to teaching her, though he knows he’s doing a piss poor job of it. There’s nothing to show for the month as far as gun skills.

Joel was halfway confident she would be able to break away from an attacker and get help or at least injure them. She did well with the knife and was able to aim for the chest, neck, and stomach to slow an opponent. The soft hands that pushed his chest in practice and wrapped her soft hands around his throat, barely able to touch the fingertips to each other, he found himself thinking about them after their sessions. It made him feel like a worse teacher, hearing her voice ask him,

“Am I hurting you? I don’t know how hard push.”

“I’m scared to get a good grip; you’re not actually attacking me. Mr. Miller.”

“Can I just use the knife? I’m really bad with guns it seems.”

“I’ll do better, I’ll practice after clinic hours.”

Joel couldn’t let her use a gun without him. He told himself that it was because she was so horrible at it. But now he was legitimately concerned that he may be sabotaging her efforts to learn. She seemed capable to learn the simple hand to hand techniques, but Joel couldn’t bring himself to ask another one of the scouting to instruct her either. He found himself becoming greedy when it came to his subpar pupil.

The older Miller brother stopped by the clinic, it appeared to be closed, but he heard her voice and a male one coming from around back. He crept around back and saw her speaking with Ted, a fellow scout and one who usually scoped out the Tipsy Bison looking for his next lay. The guy was closer in age to her, Joel being in his early fifties, and he was pretty sure she was in her late twenties or early thirties at most. The cold air displayed the steam coming from their conversation as Ted put a hand on her shoulder. A benign act that Joel took personal offence to, he strode over and slapped Ted’s back hard on purpose under the guise of greeting him. The younger man took the hint and left, leaving the clinician smiling at Joel. She did that too often as well. Who smiles that damn much at the end of the world?

“Hey Puddin’. Ted give you any pointers?” Even if Ted had, he was going to point what was wrong with them and how she should follow his directions. She shook her head.

“No Mr. Miller. He said something at practicing at night. He clearly wasn’t going to teach me anything I needed know.” She shrugged her shoulders, she shifted her weight between her feet, Joel noticed she did this when she was nervous. “I-I haven’t practiced any shooting. I don’t want to injure anyone. Oh! I think I can almost get my hands to behave to aim at least. Having unsteady hands doesn’t bode well for hitting a target.” Her chuckle makes Miller sigh, she shouldn’t be learning how to shoot at all. She needs to be working the clinic and maybe relaxing in the evening with hot chocolate and a book. He pictures her as someone who would read in the evening curled up under a blanket, maybe her thick legs draped over him as he sipped some whiskey.

“Mr. Miller.”

Joel was sure he’d need to talk to Tommy about this eventually. She really doesn’t need a gun.

“Mr. Miller? Are you alright?” She asked, grasping his coat sleeve and Joel yanked his arm away instinctively. He stepped back and crouched partially making himself ready for anything. The young woman stepped back and bit her lip, now he was angry at her again.

Well maybe angry this time, before he just seemed perturbed with her lack of skill with guns. She felt someone as skilled as Joel shouldn’t be teaching her and the very thought of working with a novice like her drove him to such levels of vexation. She was sure he’d rather be doing anything else. At least she was okay in hand to hand, but guns scared her so much, knowing what they could do. That was the point of them, but still the thought of shooting someone caused her anxiety and Joel with his gruff booming voice, especially when she was sure he was going to throw the gun at her after she couldn’t get the safety off for the umptieth time.

“Shit Puddin’ you can’t just grab me like that. I’d cut ya,” He exhaled and regained his composure. Joel then realized that he had just threatened to slice her. He reached a hand out to her but she recoiled and stook a few more steps back.

“S-Sorry about that Mr. Miller. I didn’t mean to…Fuck I can’t do any of this right.” Her gloved hands covered her face in embarrassment. Not only can she not work any type of gun, she made her mentor have a fight or flight response. Maybe she would speak to Tommy and Maria, she wasn’t made to use a gun.

“Now look Puddin’ sorry fer scarin’ ya. I don’t do too well with touch.” He focused on the ground, he felt that he should do or say something else, but what? “Don’t worry yerself none. I reckon I scared you more than you did me Darlin’. I mma get going. Don’t cry. Nothin’ to cry ‘bout baby girl.” The elder Miller brother patted her head as he said ‘baby girl’ softly. Her sniffles slowed and he walked away, leaving her out back of her clinic.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x plus size reader #mentor Joel miller #anon ask #Nerdie answers #an actual drabble

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simp999 · 2 years ago

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A New Home Ch. 16

Various! Splatoon manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.3k

Back to the start! Previous Next

“Hey, hey, look!”

You barely have time to breathe after walking through the door of your new home before Leo’s shoving his phone in your face.

He kept moving it around, making it impossible to read the screen.

“We got invited to a party! Starts at 6 tonight!”

Oh. people.

“Who’s all going?”

“Uhh, no idea who’s hosting it, but I heard it should be mostly strong players?”

Ugh, seriously? Those are usually the worst people to be around. Most of them are so stuck-up and arrogant. Well, you suppose that if it’s just a bunch of randos, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to maybe find some new opponents. Your team could always use new sacrifices to test out new techniques in battle. And you won’t have to feel bad about it, with how their personalities usually are. Putting them in their places is always so fun.

You let out a small sigh, and agree to going - not like he was really offering since the beginning. As long as Milo, Tasha and him are going, you should be fine, right?

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Wrong.

It’s now 6:08, and it’s so damn loud. The songs may be decent, almost like a 2010’s party mix is what you could best compare it to, but it shook the whole house. You weren’t expecting this many people, either. The lights are off, but there are tons of colored party lights and even a disco ball.

(Optional song.)

You grabbed Milo’s hand to ground yourself, and he held yours comfortably tight, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles soothingly. There wasn’t much else he could do, but you appreciated his effort. Though, it didn’t help all that much. It’s hard to get distracted and grounded when the source of your uncomfortableness is making its way through all of your senses. At least there was one that you could control, and that was food.

You squeezed your way through the crowd, making your way over to the snack area to find something you liked. Holy carp, that’s a lot of food. You grab one of the paper plates and throw on some stuff that you like, grabbing one of the canned drinks to wash the food down.

Wait, where’s Milo?

You begin to look around nervously, he shouldn’t be that hard to spot, being as tall as he is. Same goes for Tasha. Though Leo’s completely lost in the crowd, no luck finding him unless he decides to make a scene. Which isn’t unlikely.

You can’t search by color, since the lights are all weird, so you look for shape instead. You spot a quick reflection of light right around where his face height would be, then you see his spiky hair.

‘Okay, good. He’s right there. This is fine.’

As long as you know that you can spot him at any time, that eases your nerves. You hold the cold can in your hand tightly, taking a deep breath in.

Yeah, this isn’t your type of thing. You manage to push through and talk to a couple of people that approach you, and you quietly sing to some of your favorite songs once you get a little more comfortable. Anarchy Rainbow, Bomb Rush Blush, and Callimari Inkantation, to name a few. They had a lot of nice, upbeat tunes. But, as expected, it starts to feel way too loud again, and this time you try to find a way out. You need to escape, even just for a bit, before you start to feel too overwhelmed again.

You climb up the stairs to the second floor, and notice that the sound is definitely more drowned out up here. You open a couple of doors, trying to find the washroom. You mostly just find a couple of spare rooms with beds. One of the rooms was completely decked out with Dj-like stuff on the walls, but it seems the kit was missing. Guess that’s what they’re using downstairs.

You open another door and, man, this is nowhere near anything you could have ever expected.

Four cephalopods stare back at you. There’s one sitting on a beanbag chair, in front of a tv, playing some video game. Squid Racer, you’d recognize the characters and OST any day with how often Leo likes to play. There’s another at a table, who’s writing down in his manual. The third is sitting near the tv, with a lollipop in hand. You could have guessed that he was watching the other one play Squid Racer just before you walked in. The last one is now right in front of you.

“Hey, sweetheart! You did get my message! I’m glad you came~I was afraid you wouldn’t show,” He throws on a fake pout, but quickly replaces it with a friendly smile, “What brings you up here?”

“Leo showed me the invite, I had no idea you were the one throwing the party. Should have guessed, though.” You avoid the last question, not wanting to seem weak in front of such strong players.

“Aw, not happy to see me?”

“Nono, I am, I just wasn’t expecting to find you guys here, is all!” You wave your hands dismissively, trying to prove your point. You can’t look at them directly, this is way too much to handle right now.

He gently puts a hand on your upper back, in a way that silently asks if you’re okay with it. You allow it, and he brings you into the room and closes the door. You immediately take note of how much quieter it is in this room specifically, it’s almost like this room is made for this.

“Ya wanna stay in here for a bit? Parties can get pretty loud and overwhelming, I get it.”

Of course. Of course, somebody of this skill level would see right through you, you should have expected that.

You let the smile drop from your face for a second, and slump down to the ground to relax. The coldness of the ground feels so nice, this is exactly what you needed.

“Thanks ‘loha. Seriously, I mean it.”

He doesn’t question the nickname, he must have misheard you. He’s a little surprised at how casual you seem, but it might just be because of how you’re feeling.

“ ‘Course! Where are your teammates? They ditch ya? I’ll kick their-”

“No, no, they’re having fun. They were all hanging out with other people, making friends n stuff - hopefully, - and I don’t wanna ruin that for them.”

“They’re terrible teammates if they don’t help you out when you’re in need of it.”

“Nah, my teammates are awesome and would do anything for each other. …That’s exactly it, though, I want them to enjoy themselves and not have to worry about me.”

You wonder if maybe there is something bigger than this, another reason at the back of your mind. Do you not want to seem weak? You shake your head,

“I wasn’t doing too bad, I got away before it started to really suck.” You get up, dusting yourself off, then go sit next to Skull on the couch. Not right next to him, obviously, but there’s a comfortable distance.

“As long as you’re feelin’ better.”

Mask finally finishes his round, and he leaves the in-game lobby. You tilt your head in curiosity, wondering why he’s leaving. There’s no way in sub-weapon hell that he’s going to actually join the party, you know that for a fact.

Instead, he looks back at you, then gestures to the beanbag chair a little farther off in the corner. You clue in, and go grab the chair, and set up next to him. He’s already grabbed the second controller, and waits for you to get comfortable before handing it over.

“Hope you knoooow I’m not going eaaaasy on you.”

“Better not, ‘cause kicking your ass won’t feel as good.”

You shoot him a playful smirk, and you let the round begin.

This is so much better than being downstairs.

Next part

May.12.23

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otterpop13 · 10 months ago

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It's pretty long, so I send it here but hear me bunnie cunt :

I wanna invite you over, let you assume you're a guest, while you're the entertainer.

I'll tell you to come 1h after everyone else, you're arrive to my place and be collared at entrance. I bring you on leash to the crowd so they grope your ass and tits to validate the freaky fucktoy of the day. They are especially sleezy taking their time grabbing your crotch and tits to reach your clit and nipples through clothes. They make you drip like a filthy little slut, eager to be abused by all these older perverted men.

I pull the leash and you come back to me… in the middle of the room, whispering to you “ tonight I’m your daddy , “bunnie bitch”. You gasp and look around … see every man sitting in the sofas pulling their cock out. I make you strip to undress and you filthy baby slut try your best to put up a show. I whip your face, your ass or tits with your leash whenever you are too slow for my taste or not sexy enough … You see the audience getting even harder everytime ... for each of your squeals.

At the end of your strip, i push your head down, forcing you on your knees. I pull out my cock watching you gasp ... and make them watch your skills, as i plunge all of it directly down your throat .... pinching your nose and fucking your jaw numb and your throat gagging and choking from every thrust. I let them get closer if they want to watch your throat bulge, making fun of the natural cock pleaser you are... young cocksleeves simply are the best ... nothing can beat a fresh hole.

I am the host, you are my slut, i get the privilege of pumping the first load in your holes … and i do intend to use it thorougly … pulling my cock out of your throat you try to grasp a second breathe , only to see me turning you around… using your sloppy throat and cunt juices to barely lube up your butt, that will do , while poking the entrance…. In a single slam i push my cock in one thrust up your guts, making you scream and shake … in pain. I whisper " shhhh little one, that is how good girl have fun ... i will hurt you good and you will cum into a filthy ragdoll at the end " while i break your hole to a whole new size, for the audience's greater delight …

Every now and then you'd see one of the guests get up and cum over your body, or simply grab your face and fuck your skull one, two three, sometimes 4 thrusts ... just what he needs to get over the edge and pump you full of his cum. After each user is done, he simply gets up and goes to the table, waiting for the dinner, one after the other. No matter how hard you cum from your butt being raped, no matter how much cum is already dripping from your face, I make sure you can't gather two shit for thought, pounding your butthole into sweet agony ... swapping positions to let everyone enjoy your orgasming face and moans ... You feel me getting bigger ... i swap holes ... push myself womb deep in a single thrust, you gasp , but by now, your cunt is so damned wet that it slides in with no effort. "There it is , little fucking whore, daddy will breed you like a sow ... do you like that? do you like being daddy's cum dumpster?" you hear as i whisper at your ear, humping you doggy style like a savage beast .... but not for long .... a few thrusts more and you feel something pumping into your wombs ... warm and thick cum filling you up full … full of my seeds … breeding you like MY sow .

After i cum, everyone goes to the table, even if they didn't get their turn. The food is already on , and everyone helps himself. We start eating , talking and praising my hospitality for bringing such a filthy young bitch in heat tonight … while .... you have no seat, your place is below … under … crawling between our legs, going from cock to cock sucking men after men like a thick warm paci .... only to have your delightful milk poured down your throat, one cock at a time. Cum will be your only food tonight, so you better be good at it , you will please the remaining men who didn't get their chance to cum in or on you, and savour the mixed flavour of older men's seed in your mouth... ruining furthermore your slutty mind. You listen to men laughing at your filth and depravity, comparing your holes to the slut of the week before and yet keep sucking, stuck in a loop of shame and lust … unable to think anymore … just wanting to please, to be praised and useful … but mostly, craving to be used, by all these strong cocks …. you did get your orgasm, but one cock is far from enough for a slut like you to be satisfied. Little do you know that the real party starts after diner … and that gangbanging your holes into a mess of cum piss and squirt ought to be your desert … the reward for all your efforts for keeping our cocks pleased and your users entertained.

Such a good little fucktoy, after the party i'll be busy handing your phone around to all your future users … being the guest is fun, but being the shared fuckmeat feels so much better … you would never dare to refuse … you are a natural cock pleaser afterall, aren't you?

Mhm🥺

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moonoverssabaoth · 2 months ago

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Alexi Laiho Oneshot - Helsinki Lovin’ ᡣ𐭩

word count: 1400

author’s note: soft alexi, mild smut 🎀

(some) 🇫🇮 words used:

tyttö = girl

hyvä tyttö = good girl

kulta = baby

kiitos = thanks

no jo = come here

tule = come on

mitä = what

kyllä = yes

vittu = fuck

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Helsinki.

“Tyttöni... miksi helvetissä hän kestää niin kauan ?” Alexi wondered, gripping the steering wheel of his ‘79 Pontiac Firebird. You wanted a ride, you said so… what was taking you so long?

Truthfully, you were almost ready. But the eyeliner didn’t seem even, the smokey wasn’t smudged enough and your lipstick was pissing you off. Was it too red? You surely needed a darker shade.. Plus the CD player was still blasting “HIM” and your bed was covered in dresses. It was just for a drive! Why were you overdoing it?!

- Tyttö.. he smiled as you hopped into the passenger’s seat, still breathless from running down the stairs. Hey.

- Hey. you smiled back, hoping he’d notice the huge effort you put into finding the right shade of lipstick for him to mess up tonight.

- Hm. his sweet smile turned into a smug expression, which you disliked most times, but it was different now. he didn’t feel confident with himself, he felt confident with you.

You felt the back of his hand rest on your leg, his knuckles brushing your thigh. An invitation. You accepted it by placing your hand in his. He intertwined your fingers, giving your smaller hand a soft squeeze.

- Niin vitun nätti.. he mumbled, turning on the engine.

- What..? Alexi and his damn Finnish. he refused to teach you anything beside swear words.

- So fucking beautiful.

- Kiitos. you smiled, proudly using the only nice word you knew in his native language.

Alexi pulled your hand to his mouth, planting a kiss on the back of your hand, his eyes still on the road. And occasionally on your chest.

It began to rain, which was odd for Helsinki, according to Alexi, it mostly only snowed. It was pouring, so he drove back home. You walked to the front door with him holding your smaller frame under his arm, his jacket protecting you from the heavy, cold rain. Yep, you really did overdo the makeup for nothing.

You walked through the main hall, shaking your head a little at all the pictures hung up on his walls. He was a confident man, so of course he had himself and his band all over the walls, his band merch all over the house and his guitars in every corner of the living room. Oh, with his personalized picks. But, beneath the cocky self-confident rockstar, there was a kind man, that treated you right… and owned a small fluffy dog.

- No jo.. he said, looking up at you from the couch. he was calling you over. you sat down next to him, on the edge of his sofa.

- I dressed up for this and you’re already shirtless? Nice. you mocked him affectionately.

- What can I say.. his hand brushed your knee. yours stroked up his abdomen, lovingly. a small smile stayed on your lips. but his eyes shot daggers through you, he lusted you. his hand slid higher, his thumb gently rubbing your hip.

- Hm? you hummed. you wanted him to say it, and you knew you’d get what you wanted. he was vocal, a frontman after all.

He only shook his head, still looking at you. He’d have these weird moments of admiration, where he’d just stare at your face for a few minutes. You enjoyed them, but it was hard to keep your expression neutral. And your red cheeks would give it away almost every time.

- You.. make me not want to write songs about death. you both shared a quiet laugh, but he was as honest as he could be. Pretty girl.

- Me…? you played coy.

- Who else? his fingers toyed with your hair for a moment before tucking it behind your ear and leaning up to kiss you. I forgot to do that.. when I saw you. Alexi affirmed, a hint of guilt in his voice, even if he was half smiling.

- I’m happy you remembered.

- I bet.

- Shh..

- I bet you are. he moved his hand to your waist, his skilled fingers finding the zipper to your dress. he didn’t move before you nodded your head. he didn’t ever, he never found pleasure in only taking. feedback was his biggest turn on. you enjoying it was his silent praise. it stroked his already huge ego so well, he’d never get enough.

- No jo, tyttö.. Alexi whispered lowly, huskily, pulling you to his chest, sliding the black satin dress off your shoulders, his warm hands burning your skin. he wasn’t cold, even if his house wasn’t warm at all. you, on the other hand, were freezing. living 20+ years in Finland does have its benefits.

He pulled away teasingly from your lips, his mouth planting kiss after kiss on your shoulders, collarbone and chest. Every inch of your skin was holy, sacred and meant to be worshipped - and he fought his manly, animalistic urge to throw you down and take you. Because right now, he had his very own girl in his arms, not a wasted groupie.

- Tule.. tule kulta.. come on, baby. Alexi pulled your dress off completely, laying you down softly. you shivered, the cold leather of the couch hitting your bare back - side effects ? your nipples strained against the lacy bra he was about to take off, the ghostly kisses down your stomach only amplifying the feeling.

- Ankku…

- Hm? … Speak your mind.

You only shook your head in response, still shy to be so inexperienced beneath him. He didn’t mind though, he only pestered you with more kisses, chuckling at the pout.

- What? he smirked

- You’re stealing my lipstick.. your thumb brushed against his now lipstick stained lips. It wasn’t cheap, you know?

- I don’t really care. If I wanna kiss you, I will. Kyllä? he stated between kisses on your chest. his eyes bore into yours yet again, seeking permission. as soon as you nodded, your bra was unclasped. you couldn’t even do it that quickly - perks of dating a guitarist.

And he was gone. He had said once, jokingly, than your tits were better than drugs, but you realized later on that he was serious. He was going through serious withdrawals whenever you wouldn’t let him have any sort of breast related contact - mostly he used his tongue, but kissing was also an option. He didn’t bite you mostly, but if he did, you’d pull his hair. And he’d bite again.

One thing lead to another, slowly, passionately. His hips were working their way up to yours, stilling there for a moment, only to feel him painfully twitch inside you, then they’d withdraw. He grabbed your face often; to kiss you, or to stare into your soul. You didn’t know what he was doing, but it was working. Maybe that’d be the reason you thought about his eyes in particular so much.

- Hyvä tyttö. Mhm. he grunted, still going slow, making you feel every vein. but he knew that if he had sped up one bit, you’d both be over.

- Alexi. you said it as a warning. he knew you got close quite easily, so he took it as a compliment, and smirked.

- What? … Mitä? What’s wrong, love? he slammed his hips against yours once, just to push you to the edge. your fingernails only dug in his back in response, choking back a whimper. Close?

You nodded quickly, there was absolutely no point in denying it. He slammed into you again.

- My name. And I’ll let you finish. again, selfish reasons. you screamed his name plenty at concerts, why not now?

- Alexi.. your hand in his hair tightened.

- Yeah? he mocked you, barely holding on himself Kyllä? Alexi?..

You nodded; with another broken moan of his name. His hips stuttered, crashing his lips against your open ones, your name spilling from his mouth as he came. His hands went up to your face quickly after.

- Vittu.. Ah.. he groaned, pulling out and kissing you for the hundredth time. he whispered your name, his head falling on your shoulder, soft pecks on your now warm skin. he laughed suddenly.

- Hm?

- Are you okay? he avoided

- Yeah-.. yeah. you pushed him, smiling tiredly What’s funny?…

- I.. I mean, I think we traumatized the dog.

- Jesus Christ..

- Rakastan sinua. he smiled to himself, still breathless, biting your shoulder playfully.

- And that means? you tilted your head

- I love you.

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notyour-misfit · 10 months ago

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It's pretty long, but hear me dumb cunt :

I wanna invite you over, let you assume you're a guest, while you're the entertainer.

I pull the leash and you come back to me… in the middle of the room, you look around and see every man sitting in the sofas , and pulling their cock out. I grab your throat , choking you, and force you to face me… “ tonight I’m daddy, dumb bunnie bitch “ before I make you strip to undress and you filthy slut try your best to put up a show. I whip your face, your ass or tits with your leash whenever you are too slow for my taste or not sexy enough … You see the audience getting even harder everytime ... for each of your squeals.

I am the host, you are my slut, i get the privilege of pumping the first load in your holes … and i do intend to use it thorougly … pulling my cock out of your throat you try to grasp a second breathe , only to see me turning you around… using your sloppy throat and cunt juices to barely lube up your butt, that will do , while poking the entrance…. In a single slam i push my cock in one thrust up your guts, making you scream and shake … in pain. I whisper " shhhh little cunt, that is how good girls have fun ... i will hurt you good and you will cum into a filthy ragdoll at the end " while i break your hole to a whole new size, for the audience's greater delight …

You listen to men laughing at your filth and depravity, comparing your holes to the slut of the week before and yet keep sucking, stuck in a loop of shame and lust … unable to think anymore … just wanting to please, to be praised and useful … but mostly, craving to be used, by all these strong cocks …. you did get your orgasm, but one cock is far from enough for a slut like you to be satisfied. Little do you know that the real party starts after diner … and that gangbanging your holes into a mess of cum piss and squirt ought to be your desert … the reward for all your efforts for keeping our cocks pleased and your users entertained.

yes please

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