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clamenstell · 11 months ago

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more lovesick!gojo cause this man lives rent free in my head 😔 (also cause u guys seem to really like him too 😳)

- lovesick!gojo who purposefully gets himself injured just so you can treat his wounds and nurse him back to health. "How'd you get this hurt Satoru?" "Uh, I don't know, just happens I guess," he shrugs but in reality he asked Suguru to use his curses to hurt him on purpose. "Can't you ask Shoko to heal your wounds?" "She's busy and I can't treat these myself~" "What happened to your untouchable infinity?~" "...It's a work in progress." you don't believe him.

- lovesick!gojo who hangs around your dorm during his free time whenever he can because he loves your presence and want to be close to you.

- lovesick!gojo who barges in without knocking the door since you got used to him coming in whenever, but this time was a bad time. You were changing when you heard your door burst open with a loud obnoxious voice yelling "I'm bored! Let's do something! :D" "😦" "😨😨😨" You've never seen someone shut the door so fast. "I am soo sorry. Oh my god." you can hear him mumble through the door.

- lovesick!gojo who's face was entirely red as he covered his face with his hand, head leaning against the very door that separated him and your half dressed self.

- lovesick!gojo who swears he would gouge his eyes out if you asked him but at the same time feel blessed for being able to see a sight he thought he would never see, he feels like a young pubescent teen all over again. You forgave him as you know it was an accident but he still bought you pastries as an apology.

- lovesick!gojo who feels his face heat up whenever he sees you as the thought of you half dressed would pop up and make him flustered, making his cheeks red.

- lovesick!gojo who acts stupid when it comes to homework so that he could ask for your help and try to score a study date with you. "Hey can you help me with question 4 🥺?" "Sure :)" "That question is so easy what are you talki-" Suguru, who has to deal with his sad attempt at flirting, likes to interrupts sometimes, good thing Satoru has a good reflex and slaps his palm over the cockblocker's mouth.

- lovesick!gojo who loves sitting next to you when you host a movie night with the others, especially when it's late at night as your sleepy self would lean your head on his shoulder for support, he could smell the fragrance of your shampoo and feel the gentle rise of your breathing.

- lovesick!gojo who has never been so still in his life to not wake you up, even if the movie ends he would rather stay here all night to be close to you. When Suguru and Shoko notices, they would make kissy faces and all he could do is flip them off while his ears redden.

- lovesick!gojo who loves doing little things like covering the corner of the table when you lean down to pick something up, or making sure you're walking on the inside of the road when you two walked down the streets, or when raining he made sure you were fully covered under the umbrella even if his shoulder is exposed to the rain (dw he has infinity). Even if you don't notice, he wants to show his love through small actions (you do notice it :)).

- lovesick!gojo who's heart jumps out his throat when you snuck a kiss to his cheek when he brought your favourite pastry, smiling sweetly at him.

- lovesick!gojo who remains still in shock as his whole face burst in red as you grab his hand and held up the pastries he bought, "Let's share them :)" Humming softly and dragging him back to your dorm by the hand, squeezing his softly, to share the sweet treat and maybe watch a movie, just the two of you <3

- lovesick!gojo who swears he can die happy and fulfilled as you two sit shoulder to shoulder and watched digimon together (you know he loves it).

- lovesick!gojo who wishes he could pause this very moment if he could, forget being the strongest as long as he could stay by your side, holding your hand and kissing your cheek <3

- lovesick!gojo who's on cloud nine and can't stop grinning the next day that Suguru and Shoko look at him weird. "What's with his face," Shoko turns to you, sticking a thumb in Satoru's direction and you only smile. "Gross," Suguru grumbles, figuring out the reason and Satoru gasp. "You're just jealous that I bagged the most gorgeous woman ever!" wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pecking your cheek. "I bet you weren't even the one who confessed," Suguru snickers earning a 'Hey!' from your pouting boyfriend, who you love very much <3

- lovesick!gojo who finally gets the chance to kiss you under the moonlight, who kisses you with such tenderness, pouring all his feelings into it, holding your cheek with one hand and holding your waist with the other. Turning his head to deepen the kiss, he never wants to forget this feeling, the feeling of your soft lips against his and the feeling of finally having you in his arms. Pulling away to breath, you both smile as he lean your foreheads together. Gods, he's just so in love with you.

not as good as the last one but hope you guys enjoyed it none the less :)

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk fluff #jjk gojo #fluff #jujutsu gojo #soft gojo #shoko ieiri #suguru geto #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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miss-cincaide · 2 months ago

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Pretty Broken Things

Summary: Toji Fushiguro was a cruel, possessive man who didn’t like it when someone played with his toys. He was especially unhappy when someone touched his favourite toy. The last straw was when you decided to not do as told. it was just jealousy, pure and simple.. Or was it?

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Toji Fushuguro Kinktober prompt 5: Jealousy sex: WC: 3.7 K Warnings: Dark Content, Minors DNI!This fic contains: toxic relationship, Toji is a huge red flag & yandere, dirty talk, object play in mouth and v (weapon), hj, dub-con, yandere behaviour, dirty talk, alcohol and cursing, mystery and murder (side char) Author note: Am I ever gonna write a healthy, green flag Toji? Honestly, not sure.. But what I am sure about is that, that day is not today! Enjoy

Toji had the emotional maturity of a pre-schooler!

The spoiled brat kind with a ton of games and toys always cried for new ones, yet once he got them, he’d play with them for a week before discarding them in the back of the closet, never to be touched again. At least until someone paid attention, or, god forbid, played with them. In that instant, Toji would have a change of heart, and those unused things he hadn’t touched in months became the very best things in existence.

Except toys weren’t toys, but human beings and unused things were the countless women he seduced with his bad-boy persona. All those poor bitches who thought they’d be able to change Toji. To melt his jackass persona, to claw their way into his heart and nest there for life while he burned the world that wronged them. Be special to him, his ‘one and only princess’.

Fucking idiots. Including yourself.

Still, you knew that no matter how many women he eye-fucked on the dance floor, how many women he had in his lap at the drinking booth or how many throats he shoved his tongue down, the second someone showed interest in you, you would have his full and undivided attention. You were his ‘favourite’ for a reason, after all.

So you knew exactly what you were doing when you sat at the half-empty bar beside a suit-clad man instead of joining the other fawning girls at Toji’s booth. Before you even managed to get comfortable, the man turned to face you, flashed you a smile and leaned just a little too close for comfort. “Hey, pretty, you alone?”

You saw his eyes trail down your cleavage, which moderately showed through the little black dress you picked for the evening. The dress was moderately modest and stopped a few inches above your knees, but it hicked up deliciously up your leg as you crossed your legs in your seat. The man’s eyes dropped instantly to your bare thigh, then back up to your face. The lewd grin on his face clearly said he appreciated your beauty.

You, in turn, resisted the urge to slap that smirk and wiggling eyebrows right off his face. If the bastard thought he could pull off Toji’s signature move, he had another thing coming. Instead, you just gave him an awkward smile that looked a lot more like a grimace. That didn’t deter him; if anything, the man seemed to relish in your smile- the lack of an immediate rejection was taken as an invitation to continue. “Tell you what? Let me buy you a drink, and we will get to know each other a little better.”

The hell no died on your lips the second you felt Toji’s menacing stare in your back. The scalding glare made you shudder. You knew he disapproved without turning around and seeing his frowning expression. You straightened your back a little and turned your entire body to face the stranger. Then you leaned against the bar and rested your head on your propped-up arm as you looked him up and down with a slightly more pleasant smile. “In that case, an old-fashioned, on the rocks.”

The man whistled lowly, “A woman with character, I like that; I’m Tom, by the way” he motioned for the bartender to fix you your drink and put it on his tab, completely oblivious to the approaching threat, aka Toji, who abandoned is booth and made his way towards the bar. His baritone voice and the girl giggling on his arm enough on an announcement to draw heads, either in jealousy or frustration at his shameless loud behaviour. You heard him and the girl settle a few chairs away from you and order drinks of their own.

You saw Toji from the corner of your eye, the unmistakable tension in his jaw and the warning stare that so obviously ordered you to quit playing about. Flipp the wus you were with and come over to him like a good girl. Be good. Be obedient.

You turned your back more to him, avoided his stare and focused on the man in front of you. But you knew precisely what you were doing as you reached forward and accepted the drink. And then another one and a third. With each promile of alcohol, you became more and more relaxed, your smile less forced, and you even genuinely laughed at Tom’s awful jokes.

You were entertained, far from happy, but at least you weren’t wasting away another day attention-less and pitiful, waiting for the off chance that Toji decided he was done whoring around and came back to you.

You snorted at the thought, at your own damn foolishness, and masked by the half-quiet music of the bar and the clang of ice in your glass as you finished yet another drink. You turned expectedly back to your companion. Rather than refill your glass, he flashed you a toothy smile, then wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “How about we take this somewhere private?”

You gaped. You also heard Toji snort into his drink. That was all the motivation you needed to agree. You let Tom help you off your barstool, then trail behind him towards the back exit of the bar. You doubted the two of you would make it very far from there. As you passed Toji, he froze you with his mere sideway glare.

“You’ve had your fun, doll” Toji growled, his dark blue eyes almost rage-black. “Behave.”

You stepped in Toji’s direction, and his interest returned to the drink and the older woman that clung to him like a school girl. If you were pathetic for being hung up on Toji; this woman was just pitiful.

Tom glanced over his shoulder, noticed you didn’t follow him and stopped walking. An awkward look on his face, his hand in his hair as his eyes flickered from you, to the woman and then Toji. “Do you know this man?”

You tore your eyes away from your competition to the stranger, then to Toji’s smug expression as if he expected you to settle on his other arm or replace the old hag he got bored of. Maybe, if you did it cleanly and with a good cat-fight, he’d even get you a drink as a reward. You glanced away from Toji, unable to look at that condescending look that clearly stated you weren’t going anywhere without him. You were His doll, his property through and through.

“No clue who that is.”

You didn’t look at Toji, didn’t spare him a second glance, or even acknowledge the hackling woman on his arm who loudly made comments about you. Clearly, she was familiar with Toji’s favourite routine and intended to provoke you into a catfight. To secure her place beside him for a few more hours. To feel mighty that she could beat someone clearly 20 years younger than her, and to feel better about her own shitty self.

You followed Tom outside the bar. You tried to look calm, but inside you were freaking out. What the fuck did you just do? God, you just knew Toji was going to make you regret it. Fuck, you shouldn’t have said that. You should not have said that. Maybe there was still time to go back and apologize?

You realized you were fucked.

The stranger pulled open the flimsy metal back door. It gave away with a squeak and your numb legs carried you into the cold outside. You felt sick to your stomach; anxiety spiked to unimaginable levels. You wobbled, stumbled, caught yourself last second without making it far from the damned bar. Tom came to stand in front of you; his hand on your arm steadied you. “Hey there, you’re looking kinda–” Pang

You didn’t have time to react before hot blood sprayed over your hair and face, some of it dropped on your clothes. Your ears rang, the sound from the gunshot behind you deafening. For a second, everything was still, and your mind could not comprehend what had happened. You just stared at Tom’s face—how the concern look morphed into shock. His mouth opened and closed, a gurgling sound was all that came out. His hand tightened on your arm, then let go, and his body collapsed backwards onto the concrete floor with a ‘duns’.

The reality came back. Your panic was unmistakable and unmanageable anymore.“Ahh-”

“Shut up, whore!” Toji’s authoritative tone came from behind you, inside the bar, instantly silenced you. You glanced over your shoulder through the open door. The sight of him with his gun raised will forever be embedded in your memory. You swore it was still smoking, the comic-like white smoke poofing off the nuzzle, but it couldn’t be; that’s not how guns worked… did they?

Toji stepped towards you, and that small act snapped you out of your trance. He was gonna kill you too; you were sure of it. Your legs moved towards the exit without registering it. No, you weren’t ready to die, you weren’t—

Slam

Your back slammed against the wall as Toji pounced on you; his entire weight restrained you with ease. Like a rag doll, he could manoeuvre you how he wanted to with practiced ease. “Owi-” Your whine was cut off as you caught sight of the gun, fliched as he brought it to your face. You could feel its heat and weight on your lower lip, the barrow aimed at you, angled at an awkward angle up. Would he shoot you in the face too? Shoot off your face?

You froze, too afraid to move. To stunned to make a pip.

“What don’t you fucking understand, whore? I said Shut. It.” Toji was furious; his eyebrows frowned, and a storm brewed in his expression. Such fucking jealous fury that you could have thought you had pissed in his cornflakes and then hand-fed it to him. A fury not warranted of you leaving a bar with another man.

“ I decide what’s warranted you brat.” Toji snapped, having easily read your thoughts. “And I told you ‘behave’, loud and fucking clear, didn’t I? DIDN’T I?!”

“ Yes”, you breathed, your eyes flickered to the side, your gaze landed on Tom’s lifeless body. Your stomach turned, and bile rose in your mouth until Toji pulled back an inch and then slammed your body against the wall again. Stars danced in your vision, the need to be sick faded as your eyes landed back on his face. Another pained moan fell from your lips.

Toji used that opportunity to push the gun barrel in your mouth.

“ You look at me when I’m talking,” he growled, pushing the gun as far in as it would go. “The heck I’m supposed to do with you? Tsk. I turn my fucking head for a minute, and you’re whoring yourself out to some slimeball. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.”

You couldn’t tell what made Toji more furious; the fact that you were ‘whoring yourself out’ or the man you had picked for the occasion. Why the latter would matter you had no clue but you weren’t about to question him when he was in that mood.

Seconds ticked by, yet to you they felt like agonizing years.

You swallowed thickly, the only movement you dared to do. Toji’s eyes flickered to your throat, then back to your face. The furious expression shifted into a toothy grin. “What are you waiting for? Special fucking invitation? You wanna slut around, then go on, suck this fucking gun like it were that filth dick.”

“W-what?” You gasped; the words came out muffled. Surely he didn’t just-

“Suck it!”

He did. Fuck. How did you even..? Okay, no choice, you had to pretend it was a dick. Or a dildo. Yeah, that could work. It wouldn’t be the first time you sucked off an inanimate object. You just need to get your head in the game, focus, make it look sexy. Believe it. Or you’re done for.

You took a deep breath through your nose, forced yourself to think of the last time you gave a blowjob, then shifted your head back just a little to give yourself more room to work with. Just a dildo, you told yourself before you started. You bobbed your head back, stuck your tongue out and ran it over the warm metal. Wiggled it over the barrel, lingered on the opening, and then took it back in your mouth as you could. Your eyes water, lips brushed against Toji’s calloused fingers, then moved back as they twitched.

You repeated the movement until the anger in his face melted into something carnal. Until you felt his bulge pressed against your thigh. You shivered despite yourself. Fuck he was getting off on this, wasn’t he? You glanced up at his face, and Tojil looked ready to fuck your brains out.

“Mmm, good little bitch. Rock that mouth. You look like such a slut sucking on my handgun.”Toji hummed; his eyes never left your. His gaze flickered between your eyes, your lips and the drool running down your chin“God, your mouth is the best thing bout you, isn’t it? Can’t wait to have it on me.”

You flushed, your hand moved from your side to him. You wrapped your fingers around his cock through his sweatpants, the material loose enough for you to grasp him firmly. You could tell he wasn’t fully there yet but fuck he wasn’t soft either. You moaned; Toji bucked into your hand, and you twisted your wrist in time with his thrusts. Your breathing grew laboured, closer to his. He slapped your hand away from himself before he could cum in his pants like a teenager. “Not gonna ah happen.” he rasped, punching the wall beside your head to clear his mind.

You jumped, flinched off the gun, a string of saliva between you and the barrel. “You say that but...”

“ Take it back; I like you quiet,” Toji trailed off, readjusting the grip on the gun. His fingers of his other hand over the barrel of the gun gathered some saliva from the corner of your lips and rolled it between his thumb and finger. His eyes ran you up and down before he kicked your legs open. Those coated fingers went straight under your dress, rolling the damp digits over panties, then under in slow, steady circles right over your clit until you threw your head back, moaning. “Such a nasty slut, I own”

“Hmmm” you groaned, cracking an eye open as he pressed a kiss to your puffy lips, pushed his tongue it, swirled it in that breath-taking way that only Toji could. You broke the kiss first, panting pitifully. “L-lets go home, baby?”

“mmmpgh. Nasty sluts don’t need privacy.” Toji sneered; although he was smiling, his eyes still showed nothing but pure jealous fury. “You were gonna fuck that bastard in this very alley, no need to get shy now” He pulled his hand back, gripped the fabric of your panties, then tore them open. “Dumb sluts will fuck anything and everything, won’t they, Y/N?”

You gasped, whined shook your head; your eyes grew to the sizes of saucers as Toji grabbed your free hand and forced it around the momentarily forgotten gun. The hilt felt warm and clammy, sticky and much heavier than you imagined.

“T-toji What?” you gasped, shuddering as he trailed your finger over the trigger.

“Press here, bunny, and you’ll blow yourself a fourth hole, got it?” You didn’t manage to react as Toji lowered the gun between your legs and pushed it in.

“Toji!” You screamed, bucking away from the metal. His hand, with yours in it, followed your movement.

“Shh, shh shh like that doll, just like that” The gun pushed deeper into you, coming to a stop at the hilt. He leaned back and took a look at your, your petrified expression, the gun in your pussy and cursed. “That’s it, doll, Treat it like a small dildo, c’mon no need to look so scared, you’ve handled bigger.” His hand let you go and you almost dropped the gun, but Toji caught it and pushed it back into your hand.

“You drop it- you’ll shoot us both.” Toji growled, waited until you nodded before he removed his hand from the hilt. Your hand remained frozen, unmoving. Toji didn’t care. His fingers went straight back to your clit, rubbing quick circles on it until you arched your back and clenched, then lowered yourself, seeking release on the metal.

“Ahh y-you’re a monster Toji.” You twisted your face away from him. Toji chuckled and dropped his head on your shoulder, biting at the exposed flesh.

“ The worst one.” He agreed his fingers picked up speed, so did your hips. Your orgasm building, your pussy clenching around the gun, hand trembled. A little more, a little– “N-nnooah” you threw your head back; despite your protest, your pussy did the opposite, gushing around the gun. Gushing turned to squirting as Toji’s fingers kept going; his other hand dropped down to your hand and the gun and thrust it in and out of you.

You screamed, and dug your nails into his forearm, the only thing that kept you upright.

“Fucking nasty” Toji bit your earlobe until you listened. “ You think some random stranger can get you off like this? Match your freak, babydoll? Squirting on my loaded gun in your pussy.” Toji chuckled. “Will you start creaming if I take the safety off too?”

You mewed, then heard the harrowing click you hadn’t realized was on. Knowing it was off, however, was a completely different story. Your eyes widened, pleasure replaced by panic. He was still jealous? Still not done?!

Fuckfuckfuck.

“I get it, I am sorry Toji, Please, please forgive me!” you sobbed, your thighs shaking as much as your hand on his arm.

He was gonna kill you. He was gonna fuck you then kill you. Humiliate you, then pull that fucking trigger straight in your pussy.

FuckingFuckFucktown.

You didn’t want to die; you weren’t ready to die. And you most certainly didn’t want him to pull the trigger inside you. “I’ll do anything just.. Just give me another chance. Please baby, To-bear”

Toji hummed, his teeth left your skin and his head dropped on your shoulder with a heavy sigh. “Hmm you’re lucky I like you.” He whispered, waited, then twisted the gun a little inside you.

“I love you, I love you too Toji!” you squealed.

“ Good. Now then out of love here’s what we’re gonna do, doll” Toji pulled the gun out of your pussy, and stared at the slick dripping thing before he returned it to its holster on his hip. “We’re gonna walk back to m’car, take a trip, and you’ll show me just how sorry you are. And if this happens again-”

“ It won’t, I promise!” you stared up at Toji with earnest eyes, ready to beg and plead you case as many times as it took for him to go from this to the less manic usual.

Silence passed until he chuckled, took half a step back, and pulled you to his side. His arm around your shoulder and your face buried in his side, almost as if he tried to shield you from the corpse behind you. “That’s a good doll, don’ make me regret it, cuz if you do…”

Toji didn’t need to finish that sentence. He didn’t need to. You knew that if you disappointed him again you and the left-behind body would have a lot in common..

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The last of the warm sun rays set and were replaced by barely-there moonlight before anything changed in the small behind-the-bar alley. The metal door to the significantly livelier bar creaked opened, and a pair of heel-clad feet stepped out and then shut the door behind them.

The owner of the feet stood still for a moment, sighed, and then moved closer to the chilled body. As she drew closer, she raised her shoe and kicked the man hard on the fancy dress shoe.

“Oj how long are you gonna waste time laying in the middle of the shitty alley?” A female voice carried through, shortly followed by the light of a cigarette. She made a few more steps, came to a stop in front of her face, and stared down at the man with a bullet wound in his head. She took a deep drag of her cigarette before she flickered some ash sight onto his chest “And what kind of cover name is ‘Tom’ anyway?”

“Hey, don’t disrespect the dead, Shoko,” ‘Tom’ cracked an eye open with a lazy grin. He stretched his limbs as though he had just taken a long nap before he slowly sat up, each bone and muscle groaning in protest from laying on the hard pavement god knows how long. Reaching up, he wiped the blood and gunk off his face onto the back of his fancy suit sleeve “- And what’s wrong with ‘Tom’ anyway?”

“ I’d respect you if you were actually dead. ‘Tom’ sounds like you’re over compensating for your lack of personality with a foreign name. ‘Toru would have worked just fine”, Shoko replied, ignoring his silent request to help pull him up. Satoru whined in response. “Now, let's go before someone actually calls the police on a ‘deadbody’. Last thing I need is to type up another death certificate for you-”

“-Please do! Then I catch a break from the higher-ups-”

Shoko kicked his leg, making sure to dive the heel into his thigh until he yelped and shut up. “-Shut it and lets go. Jesus, Toji is a horrid influence on your already awful personality.” Shoko grew tired of waiting for Satoru to pick himself off the ground and turned to leave, not waiting to see if he’d follow.

“ Aww, love you too Shoko, Owie, ow ow ow everything hurts.. huh-hey! Wait for me!”

Author note: Well this is my attempt at two things at once, Dark dark content and Mystery. Well what do you think? Why was Satoru under cover (Tom?) and was Toji really 'just jealous'?

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fallingforyouforeverr · 5 months ago

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Hey do you think you could do a dating Arthur hill headcannon it’s all good if not hahah x

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥

summary: read request above

authors note: omg anon, i am so sorry that it took me this long, i completely forgot that it was in my drafts oops. i don't really love this as much as the other ones bc it feels quite rushed but i just wanted to finally publish something yk so hopefully you still enjoy!

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-> you're each other's biggest supporters. you help him with music and videos, and are backstage at every show screaming along to the lyrics. if you were also a musician, he would do the same for you, and he would somehow find a way to mention how talented you are in basically every conversation it's actually slightly annoying

-> he would always make sure to be equally as supportive of you though, and would celebrate each of your achievements, however minor it seems

-> arthur values your opinion more than anything else, so you are always the first to hear new video ideas or the lyrics of a song he has been working on

-> he's probably written several love songs about you that he plans never to release. he might show you a few, but most of them are private – just someplace to channel all the love he has for you

-> lisa (his mum) loves you. even before you met her, she felt like she knew you because of how much arthur talked about you.

-> his friends definitely tease you two a lot but they genuinely think your relationship is really sweet and they are all just happy that he found someone who was so clearly made for him

-> arthur would never dare admit it to anyone but you, but he is absolutely a simp for you. he would literally do anything you asked of him with no hesitation, even at his own expense

-> 100% a quality time person

-> you feature in his videos a lot. like all the time. he just wants to be around you as much as possible!

-> dates happen practically everyday, often without any sort of plan and you usually just wander the city together until you find somewhere interesting

-> one of arthur's favourite things to do with you is going to small indie concerts of bands you have never heard of before, more so for the vibes than the actual music

-> your camera roll is full of pictures and videos of him drunk, as you usually have to pick him up after he's been drinking. arthur becomes very clingy when drunk so you receiving a call from george at 2am asking you to pick them up while arthur whines in the background asking where you are has become a frequent occurrence

-> he can also be very clingy even when sober, and this is only amplified whenever he is tired, jealous, or just missing you

-> despite you assuring him of your love several times, jealousy isn't unusual for him as he often feels insecure – especially next to his more popular housemates, which can cause him to doubt your relationship. these feelings never last long tho and his bad mood is normally fixed just through a quick reminder of your love

-> when arthur is a clingy mood he will often just scoop you up without warning and carry you to the nearest comfortable surface to cuddle. he will then proceed to literally lay on top of you so you have no way of running away to whatever you were doing before, not that you mind of course

-> there's never a dull moment when you are with arthur. all of your time together is spent laughing until your cheeks hurt and you can't breathe or just basking in eachothers presence

#arthur hill #arthur hill x reader #arthur hill imagine #george clarke #george clarkey #george clarke x reader #arthur tv #arthurtv #arthurtv x reader #arthur frederick #cariad rambles

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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 7 months ago

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Can you write how Geo would deal with a mc that is always sick? (Totally not cause I'm sick too)

My Remedy for your Malady. (All x Sick! MC/Reader)

Anon. First and foremost, I made you wait 5 1/2 days. I am truly, wholly sorry for this *humbly bows*. (▰︶︹︺▰)

Secondly, I decided that I'm gonna do this for all 7 of our characters, because Jess, Brit and Deryl deserve more attention. I hope you may forgive me for my lateness, and enjoy this fic nonetheless (btw get well soon if you're not already <33).

Also I know that Jess especially is shorter (literally teehee) than the others, but I'm gonna get the hang of her eventually. Same with Deryl. >:]

ALSO, you're in an established relationship with them, so that's why they have (very legal) access to your residence!

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Remedy: a medicine or treatment for a disease or injury.

Malady: a disease or ailment.

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Geo was concerned when he found out you were ill.

When you didn't show up to school for the last few days, he texted you to find out why; to which you bluntly told him you felt like utter shit.

He doesn't pick up on the fact you're sick until you straight-up tell him.

Depending on what type of sick you are, he'll get the appropriate medicines/remedies and speed his way towards your home, hell, he might even skip archery, and he *never* skips archery.

Would rock up with food he knows shouldn't cause any problems or nausea for you and will probably make soup.

And you better fucking eat it.

He will feed it to you (reluctantly, but if you seriously can't do it yourself, then he'll manage).

Will ask you how the hell you fell ill anyway, and depending on your answer, he'll be either: Pissed (if you caught it from someone else), Or exasperated (if you stopped taking care of yourself or didn't equip yourself well enough to deal with the weather).

Will take care of you either way.

Will read to you in Japanese to help you sleep.

Will try to not lie near you if possible, unless absolutely needed. He does not plan on catching shit.

Will remain at your residence until you recover; unless he has classes that are either critically important and/or ones you're also in.

Will lend you his notes.

Will also take them back after a few days.

Will also just probably talk to you while you're bedridden, unless you cannot, in which case he'll simply watch you sleep, occasionally stroking your head and hair to try and comfort you.

He's trying his best, okay?

Sol will freak when he finds out you're sick.

Doesn't care what he's got on next, he's gonna go take care of you.

Will probably feel bad for not telling Hyugo anything about suddenly vanishing

, but he'll understand right?

Will spawn outside your home with: - Medicine, - Your favourite comfort food (if you can eat it without the fear of vomiting), - Probably will bring poetry and art with him, so you both have something to do (that's not him) when you're bedridden.

Will try and hold you if possible, doesn't mind if he gets your blessed germs on him.

You'll have to tell him that you'd worry for him if he fell ill, so he'll respect that.

But he will feed you. You don't have a say in that.

You're being babied now.

He's gonna make sure everything you want (and can have when sick), you'll have.

Is honestly okay with not going to any class, he'll just ask Hyugo for notes if he hasn't been MIAing.

Covers you in blankets if you've got a cold.

If you have a fever? Ice cream. >:]

Essentially tries to uplift your mood as much as humanely possible.

This guy will do anything for you. <33

Crowe will ensure that when he arrives at your home, you'll have everything you'll need.

Will cook your favourite food.

Will make you eat soup and light foods that are easy on the stomach.

Won't touch you, he doesn't want to fall ill, but will read to you.

He's got a soothing voice I just know it.

And he's 110% going to put you in a coma from how tired you feel when his voice hits just right.

Or maybe you're just fatigued because of your body waging a war against god-knows what kind of virus.

Will make you all forms of beverages to suit your illness, will also go out of his way to purchase any, after all, he's got the funding.

Will still go to classes, and takes extensive notes for you.

Will also tutor you the content if you're up for it.

Will stroke your hair if it's not sweaty, as a form of comfort.

Will make you feel as loved as possible.

Because that's what you deserve.

Brittney will be appalled.

How did you get sick? More importantly...who got you sick?

She's gonna yell at them.

Or fight them.

Maybe both.

Will buy a bunch of goodies for the both of you.

She can't cook for shit, so she'll just get takeout as food and order a fuckton of cough drops and Panadol.

You're both gonna be painting each others' nails.

And spilling gossip. Oh my god, she always had gossip.

Will give you notes to subjects that are majors, or ones you share.

Other than that can't offer much.

Will sit away from you to not get sick, but she'll 110% be supporting you emotionally.

Will probably give you a massage when you get better.

Idk she gives the vibe that she would.

Is the most aggressively supportive girlfriend ever.

She only wants you to recover ASAP, and to feel as content as someone who's sick can be. <333

Jess will be focused solely on you recovering as swiftly as humanely possible.

Is upset when she finds out you're fallen ill.

She'll drive to her home, grab the best shit she has and drives to your home.

Stays with you for days on end.

You've become her priority now, after all.

Jess is a very devoted (and lonely) girl, what can I say.

Will try and comfort you via reading to you, or listening to you talk about literally anything.

She just loves your company and you. Poor girl's been neglected her whole life.

She'll try her hardest to take care of you, and she does a very good job. (Ask Brittney teehee)

You're more than glad to have her.

And she to have you.

Hyugo will be astounded.

You? Got sick?

Why?

Did someone make you sick???? (if so teehee someone's getting food poisoning~)

He's at your home, with everything.

Literally everything.

Blankets, movies, games, medicine, puns, your favourite food and whatever else he deems necessary.

Will hug you if you're not aggressively sneezing/coughing.

Will watch movies with you on the couch with you lying on his plush fucking thighs.

Says the most stupid shit in Japanese (such as teaching you how to hide a body) and making it sound like flirting.

Tells you jokes and puns to make you feel better, until you laugh too hard that is and almost die.

Will make food for you.

Will ramble on about random shit to you, or listen to you talk (if you can).

Literally just seeing you content is more than enough for him.

Deryl will be SHOOKETH.

He will sprint to your fucking house. He doesn't care.

You're his only priority now.

Will magically appear at your home, and immediately hugs you.

You can be fucking dying, he doesn't care.

You're getting squashed.

Will be asking if you're okay 24/7

Until he realises he forgot to bring food.

Then he runs to get it, along with tablets, Panadol, all that jazz.

Like RUNS.

HE WILL RUN.

HE IS A FAST MOTHERFUCKER.

FAST!!!!!

Then he gets tired, so by the time he gets to the store, gets the food (and the 'goods'), he's gonna just call a fucking cab and crash at your place. (he forgot takeout existed lol)

He doesn't mind, and frankly, neither do you. The food and snacks was awesome (well, what you could eat anyway).

Will try his absolute best to take care of you, but often gets carried away with his energy. Often talks and rambles to you while you happily lay in bed next to him and listen.

Will call Geo or Jess for how to make a warm soup to feed you.

Then it becomes 'we've got Masterchefs at home'.

Shit goes crazy when Deryl's around tbh.

And you're more than happy to enjoy the ride (in more ways than one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)).

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gremlinmodetweeker · 3 months ago

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A Very Bad Movie Night

I'm sorry, but movie nights with our favourite Austrian giant are either nice and cuddly or downright terrifying, depending on who picks the movie.

It's not that his movies are bad, he's just into really extreme horror and always searching for the scariest movies he can. He's not just pure 'blood, guts, gore' either because he's really into psychological thrillers and cosmic horror. He just loves to get his heart beating in his chest. He loves the scariest he can get, and he's especially into found footage or atmospheric horror. Don't get me wrong, he's down for a good slasher or a gory film like Saw, but if he can get a movie like Blair Witch Project or As Above So Below? He's very happy.

He has seen all the Guinea Pig movies. He won't force you through them (thank God for that), but you gotta know that sometimes this guy watches some fucked up shit.

He's a man built for war. He'll be cute and give you back massages and make pastries for Disney movie nights, but just remember that this guy has seen the worst of humanity, and it shows.

Anyways, I know it's a dumb little fic, but I wrote a little example of you trying to get 'The Big Boy' tm to try and open up about his favourite movies.

TWs: Gore (not described in detail, but talked about) and scary movies

Story below the cut

A Very Bad Movie Night

The tv remote on the coffee table acted as an effective wall between you and König.

On one side, you sat with a bowl of popcorn and a blanket. On the other, König sat armed with a bag of chips and a bottle of pop. Between you, the tv remote sat, awaiting its ultimate fate.

“We watched your movie yesterday. It is my turn,” König leaned his elbows on his knees.

“You always want to watch the same movies,” you pointed out, “we’ve watched Blade Runner three times this month.”

“Was? Nein!” König snapped, “we only watch the same movies because you can’t handle my favorite movies!”

“Are you seriously trying to pull that card on me?” you scoffed.

“I’m not ‘pulling a card’, I’m telling the truth,” König sniffed.

You rolled your eyes. Every week, you had this argument, like clockwork. It was a never ending struggle between the two of you. König insisted you couldn’t handle his movies, you told him you would, he would poo-poo your suggestions, and then you’d be stuck rewatching some old movie he approved. That ended tonight. Tonight, you would pull on your big kid pants and show him what’s what.

“You know what, try me,” you sneered.

König looked at you as though you were an angry baby rabbit.

“I can handle it!” you insisted defiantly, “I can!”

“You are not very…” König tilted his head to the side, “brave.”

“I’m not what!?” you snapped.

König winced, then carefully took your hands in his, “You are not well equipped to handle horror.”

You looked at him for a good long moment. After a hearty pause, you broke up laughing.

“You’re saying I can’t handle horror?” you snickered, “that’s what you’re worried about here?”

“I am not worried,” König told you flatly, “I know.”

“But you don’t!” you complained, “you don’t know at all! I’m great with horror! It’s like, my favorite genre!”

Okay, the last part was a lie, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Then why do you always want to watch your Disney princess movies with me?” König glared at you like a displeased parent.

“Because they’re cute and I like being cute with you?” you told him like it couldn’t be more obvious. You thought it was, but he seemed to disagree.

“If you want cute, we can watch Unicorn Wars or something,” König offered.

“Isn’t that the one where teddy bears kill unicorns in war?” you asked carefully.

“Ja! That’s the one!” König cheered.

You grimaced and König rolled his cold blue eyes.

“See? See that right there. That’s why we don’t watch fun movies,” König threw his hands up in dismay.

“What no! We watch fun movies!” you argued, “didn’t you like Howl’s Moving Castle?”

König was about to snap back before hesitating. With a tired sigh, he slumped in his seat, “Yes, that was good, but that silly ice woman movie? I did not like that.”

“Frozen?”

“Ja.”

“You’re just dumb.”

Your eyes widened as König slowly raised his head to lock eyes with you. Even behind his black sniper’s hood, you could see the gears clicking together in his head as he stared you down.

“I’m dumb?” König chuckled darkly.

“Not dumb, just…” you gestured with your hands, “not that educated?”

König nodded, gesturing for you to keep going.

“I mean it’s not that you’re uneducated, you’re just not that knowledgeable? Wait wait wait hold on, stay with me for this one, I have a point I promise-No I really do don’t look at me like that!”

König raised a single bushy blond eyebrow.

“Listen to me!” you clapped with your words, “I’m just saying you’re not up to date with the times!”

König crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned back into the pleather sofa.

“So you’re calling me old.”

“I’m not calling you old, I’m calling you out of touch!” you spat before immediately reconsidering your sentence.

König’s eyebrows raised as he let your words sink into the living room.

“No don’t look at me like that!” you spat as you desperately looked for a way out, “I’m… You know what? I’m standing by what I said. I’m right. You’re out of touch. You’re not even forty and you act like you’re ninety. You’re a grouchy old man.”

König nodded along as you spoke, amusement creasing in the corners of his eyes.

“Your back cracks when you touch your toes,” you could feel yourself digging your hole with a drilling rig, “and you keep saying you’re ‘too old for all this’ when you hear about your nephews’ talking about memes on Tiktok.”

“Tiktok is a mistake,” König grumbled under his breath.

“It’s a mistake, yeah, but you’re not making this any better for yourself,” you argued.

“I am only thirty-five,” König pointed out.

“Still getting up there,” you countered.

“So you think I’m old and out of touch, ja?” König laughs coldly, “and that’s why I don’t like your sweet pretty princess movies?”

“I think that’s a pretty significant factor, yeah,” you retorted.

“That is not why I dislike those movies.”

You snorted.

“Oh yeah?” you leaned in on your knees, “then what’s really stopping you from hopping on the Disney train?”

König sighed and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that I don’t like your Disney movies, it’s just that I prefer something… Grittier.”

“Like what?” you asked, intrigued.

“Like…” König closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked at you with a menacing glare, “how about we watch a movie?”

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You buried your face further into König’s chest. The screams were too much for you to bear. This was König’s favorite kind of movie? What kind of man did you marry?

“This is a funny part,” König laughs, “she wakes up and her fiance’s head is sewn into her stomach.”

“You think that’s-” you spluttered before giving up, “this is awful.”

“This is fun!” König teased you light-heartedly as the woman screamed bloody murder.

“This is fucked up,” you grumbled and dug further into his side.

He laughed heartily at your response. Rubbing your side lovingly, he asked (over the screaming), “This is all fake! It’s not real!”

You groaned. You didn’t know if you were more frightened by the movie your boyfriend put on or the fact that this was the movie he put on after telling you ‘it’s one of the easier ones to get through’. On one hand, it was a fantastic true crime mockumentary, on the other, you were going to have nightmares about this for weeks.

König hadn’t pulled any punches, or so you thought. You’d realized pretty quickly that if this was what König considered ‘light’, then you had a whole lot of work to getting used to this. As much as the movie horrified you, the story was terribly compelling.

“I just hope they catch the guy,” you were practically behind König at this point.

“Nein, this movie is not so nice,” König chuckled, “but I understand your feelings.”

“Wait they don’t even catch the guy?” you balked.

“Nein! Don’t you remember the beginning?” König scratched your hair affectionately.

“Wait…” you trail off as you realize he’s right. God, this movie just kept getting more and more fucked up.

“It’s alright,” König pressed a kiss against your shoulder, the closest thing he could reach with your head being burrowed into the sofa behind him.

You grumbled, but the movie played on.

By the end of the movie, you’d decided that König was now your favorite sociopath. You wouldn’t stop loving him, but how this was a good movie to him defied any and all logic. Well, the camera work was good, and the story was well-written, and the acting was impressive, and-NO. No this movie was awful. There was no way you were letting König win this time.

König crawled off the sofa, freeing you from the ending credits of The Poughkeepsie Tapes once and for all. When he turned and saw your terrified form, he barked another laugh before sauntering over and ruffling your hair.

“My little liebling,” König picked you up into his arms, “was that too much for you?”

You huffed and turned away with a pout, drawing a deep belly laugh out of your pet sociopa-sorry, boyfriend. He apologetically pressed a kiss against your cheek and carried you to the bedroom.

“Does my little liebling need me to keep the lamp on tonight?” he laughed as he tucked you into your side of the bed.

“No,” you scoffed petulantly.

“Then you should be fine when I..” he flipped off the lights, “do this.”

Immediately you scrambled to turn the lamp on the bedside table on.

König mercifully tugged on the light, casting a soft warm glow over the bedroom.

You glared at him, but thankfully he didn’t tease you any further.

Over the course of the night, you woke up several times, but thankfully, König held you close, lulling you back to sleep with his soft snoring and warm arms around you. When the morning came, you’d need to figure out some sort of revenge, but that was in the morning. You had all night to stew.

PS. The Poughkeepsie Tapes is a very intense gory movie about a man kidnapping and killing people, told through detectives documenting the data and uncovering the tapes the killer makes. It's very good, but also, very scary. I would watch at your own risk! Make sure to check the warnings on that movie on https://www.doesthedogdie.com/ which is a great website to check for trigger warnings in a movie you want to watch.

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gremlin-girly · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day 4

Title: Dark Fantasy Meets Reality

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man) x f!Reader

Kink: CNC

Tags/ Warnings: SMUT, CNC, hair pulling, rough sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, sunshine), praise (good girl), man-handling, bondage (zipties), p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie, choking/breath play, panties and fingers in mouth, vaginal fingering, Lloyd Hansen (He is most DEFINITELY a warning)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You find a place on the Web where you can spell out your sexual desires with no judgement and maybe even hire some help...

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

A/N: Jeez, cutting it close with this one. I had another fic for today but I wanted to change the pacing so I decided this might be a better fit - Love Grem 💜

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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You half growl to yourself and kick off the covers.

This was getting ridiculous.

You were beyond horny – you were desperate for some relief but everytime you got close to that sweet, sweet edge of ecstasy, you were viciously pulled away. Either there was a delivery, or phone call, something that snapped your mind our of fantasy and back to reality. Sometimes it was your own mind sabotaging you; you forgot the washing again, that very important work thing you had. Things that only added to your stress and frustration. Always Ruining what would have been a perfect orgasm.

You’d been without a partner for a while now, and at first it was great. You and your fingers or vibrator were happy as a clam. However, the insatiable need of physical touch became overpowering. You didn’t want the torturous, laborious process of getting to know someone before trusting them enough to reveal some of your kinks for them to either break it off or judge you. Although it would be nice to have someone to share your bed with, once in a while.

You huffed, tugging your sweat pants back on, and heading to the bathroom to wash your hands. You needed to do something or someone and soon. You head back to your laptop, your coffee cold and uninviting, grumbling as you answer emails. It’s not long before your mind wanders, taunting you with thoughts and daydreams of utter filth. You glance to your phone.

Surely, there has to be a website for your sort of fantasies right? You see comments on reddit and porn sites so – surely – there’s a site where you could at least talk through your fantasies?

You pick up your phone and begin to type; work abandoned. After forty minutes of searching you find a site, agreeing to terms and conditions and set up a log in; using a faceless image of yourself in your favourite bra. Writing out your biography is a strangely freeing feeling. Openly listing kinks and things you’d like to try; things you’d never, ever tell a random person you’d meet face to face. Its not long before you’re browsing through posts and you can feel the familiar bubble of excitement build. You bite your lip.

It’s a dangerous game but you consider making a post, laying out what you need. You remind yourself of digital footprints but God – you need some form of release that maybe this will help. So you write. It’s not a New York Times Bestseller, but it’ll do. You re-read it, ironing out any spelling mistakes or especially bad grammar and hit the post button. You stare as it publishes your content and sigh softly. You’re not sure how to feel.

“I can always delete it in a few days,” you tell yourself, setting your phone face down and looking back to your laptop. “Yeah. I could always do that.”

You’re running errands a week later when your phone buzzes with a notification. You dismiss it and shrug it off, continuing to walk down the street with your tote over your shoulder. It was a warm day, a deliciously cool breeze in the air and youd taken the time and effort to make yourself up. A cute summer dress that was almost a little revealing, your favourite strawberry lip gloss and make up to exentuate your favourite and best features and your hair, your hair, was just perfect today.

It still didn't stop the ache from your clit though. That was the only downside.

You reached around the snacks in your tote bag to find the keys to your home but your key wouldn’t turn. You frowned a little and try the handle. The front door swung open to an empty apartment. You shiver slightly.

“Must’ve forgot to lock it. Damn.” You murmur to the hallway as you step inside. You turn to lock the door and when the bolt slides home, a gloved handovers your mouth and you’re yanked backwards into a broad, hard chest. You yelp as you’re pulled, legs wobbling but another large hand appears at your hip, holding you steady against your aggressor.

“Welcome home,” a deep voice rumbles from behind you, breath hot on your neck and wisps of facial hair tickling the shell of your ear. You go to make a noise, but the hand encompassing your jaw squeezes hard.

“Ah – ah – ah,” the voice chides teasingly and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “I don’t want you screaming just yet.”

It was like someone had poured ice down your spine. You were spun around and early marched down the short hallway and into the kitchen, your tote ripped from your shoulder and tossed somewhere – you didn’t really care, you were to busy thinking about what would happen next. Marched to the countertop, your aggressor pushed your head flat against the surface, nestling a strong leg between your thighs to stop you trying to make a hasty attempt at escape while a free hand bound your wrists behind your back with what felt like zipties, biting into your skin agonisingly. He made an approving humming sound, and although you couldn’t quite see him, you could feel his eyes roaming over you. Gloved hands ghosted from your knees, to your thighs and to your ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze as the skirt of your dress was lifted over your hips. You felt yourself flush with a mixture of fear and embarassment, knowing your lace panties were being admired.

“All this for me? You shouldn’t have.”

You wriggled feebly, which earned you a harsh smack to on ass cheek, making you squeak with shock. You kick your legs out, earning another, harder smack to your other cheek. This time you cry out, and you hear the voice chuckle.

“Behave, sweetheart,” you hear a belt buckle clink behind you and freeze up. “Or don’t. I don’t really care.”

You whimper when you feel a finger run down to your clit over your panties and you flush again when you feel your legs practically vibrate at the sensation. Another chuckle from the man behind you.

“Oh, sweetheart. Here, let me help.”

You feel your panties slowly and tauntingly slide down over your ass cheeks, your voice dying in your throat the hot flesh between your legs met the cool air of your kitchen. You can feel your panties hang loosely around your ankles and there’s a tap against your leg from a polished shoe. On instinct you raise your foot.

“Good girl,” purrs the voice, tapping your other leg with his foot. You repeat the motion, raising your other leg. There’s a dramatic sigh as the man leans over, swiftly sweeping your panties from the floor. You whimper when he leans over your body, pressing you into the counter. Your bones cry in agony with the pressure and you bite your lip to keep any sort of noise slipping out. Which is futile when a large hand knots in your hair, pulling your hair by the root, forcing you to crane your neck back uncomfortably to look at the man behind you. Tears sting at your eyes but you say nothing, focusing intently as predatory blue eyes bore into you. You can see a playful sneer tugging at his lips beneath a groomed moustache, contorting a handsome face into a dangerously seductive one.

“Hey, pretty girl. Name’s Lloyd. I need you to remember that, got it?”

You don’t think you’d be able to forget it anytime soon but you nod anyway, keeping your teeth firmly pressed against the softness of your lips as you look back at him with glassy wide eyes. His smile widens and he pats your right ass cheek gently.

“Good girl,” He praises, raising your panties to your mouth. “Open wide, pretty girl.”

Your heart beats wildly as you comply, feeling the thick gloved fingers shove the flimsy material into your open mouth. Shame floods you as you feel the dampness of your excitement touch your tounge – this should not turn you on as much as it does. Lloyd takes in your expression, and looks pleased.

“You look good with your mouth full, sunshine.” He teases, squeezing your ass cheek with his free hand before moving to your aching core. Your moan is suppressed by your panties and Lloyd’s fingers in your mouth. Lloyd slips two fingers into your desperate hole with ease, sliding them in and out torturously slow, smirking down at you as your eyes flutter and your legs shift. He teases and flexes his fingers inside of you, spreading and stretching you open with a delicious burn that had you keening around the fingers in your mouth.

“Shit,” He gasps tauntingly. “You’re already soaked. You don’t need the warm-up.”

Your eyes go wide when you feel his cock run over your folds, gathering the slick that had built up between your thighs. You make a muffled sound of protest that evolves into a long moan as Lloyd sheaths his cock into your throbbing cunt. Your eyes roll back and Lloyd’s fingers move from your mouth to wrap around your throat, squeezing your windpipe lightly and pulling you backwards so you’re flush against his chest.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He coos huskily into your ear, “Take it.”

The hand in your hair moves to your hip, keeping you still as he starts to thrust into you. Lloyd’s moustache tickles at your throat when he trails kisses along the back of your neck, the grip from his hand squeezing so tightly you feel lightheaded. But damn, if it doesn’t feel good. Your pussy grips his cock making Lloyd grunt into your ear, thrusting harder into you. You mewl around your panties, trying to shift your tied hands to no avail.

Lloyd groans as he feels your slick walls flutter around him, milking his cock so well, so quickly. A gloved finger hooks part of your panty and tugs it free from your mouth, throwing to the floor with a wet thud. You take a huge gulp of air before Lloyd’s hand is back around your throat again.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He growls, tugging your neck back forcefully. You yell out, back arching along with your neck as your hips slam mercilessly against the countertop.

“Y-You!” You cry out, gasping for air when he releases your throat to let you speak. Lloyd clicks his tongue, squeezing your throat again.

“No, no, sweetheart,” he chides, voice low. “Get it wrong again and I’ll have to spank you. Now, let’s try again. Who does this pussy belong to?”

He releases your throat again but this time you almost scream his name. “Lloyd! I-it belongs to yo-“

“That’s right, baby!” Lloyd interrupts you loudly, cutting off your air supply once more. He fucks into you mercilessly, and you’re sure you’ve got Bruises on your hips, but you don’t really care. Lloyd’s sneer against your neck with filthy praises falling from his lips make your head spin and you don’t even notice that you’re cumming over his cock until he releases your neck to let you scream.

“Oh, look at you.” He huffs, continuing the unrelenting pace, loving the feeling of your soaked cunt around him and the way your legs are shaking. “Doin’ so well for me sweetheart. I think I’m gonna have to keep you.”

You whine pitifully, pleasure blurring your brain as you nod along to his words.

“Fuck, you’d like that?” Lloyd groans. His hips stutter for a moment but when he starts to fuck you again, it’s sloppier and less focused. “You’d like to be all mine?”

“Oh – yes!” You half-sob, eyes rolling to look up at the ceiling as you feel your pussy spasm; close to cumming yet again. That spasm is what sends Lloyd over the edge, pinning you in place with his hands on your hips as he coats your walls with his cum. You follow soon after, again, squeezing him for everything he can give.

Your breathing is shallow but you tell when cool metal slips against your wrist, freeing your from the ties. Your hands fly out to grab the counter, steading yourself as you catch your breath.

“Well, sunshine, this was fun.” Lloyd comments nonchalantly as he removes himself from you lazily, prolonging the feeling of his cock slipping from you before giving your ass a pat. “But I’ve got a job nearby – shouldn’t be too long.”

You push yourself up onto your elbows and blink a few times. You glance over your shoulder to see him shoving himself back into his pants quickly. He gives you a wink and a smirk that has a blush creeping up your neck.

“Don’t give me that look,” He says waggling a finger jokingly at you. “I’ll be back later for another round. Or three.”

You nod, still a little shell-shocked and ruminating in post-orgasm bliss. Maybe that website wasn't half bad after all.

#kinktober #kinktober 2024 #day 4 #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloud hansen fanfic #lloyd hansen smut #gremlin girly writes #gremlin girly

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kozachenko · 8 months ago

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Ok the WIP I posted a little while ago is no loner a WIP yipeeeeeee I am so tired of looking at this drawing.

Artist's Notes:

THIS DRAWING IS FINALLY DONE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Ok so this drawing was a WIP that I had had sitting around for a while, and so because I wanted to do a test run with the new face style I'm trying out, I decided to pick it back up again. Now you may notice that compared to the other version of the WIP, the shading is different, and that's because I had to change all of it to match the light source of the moon, which was.... not exactly fun (especially cuz I stayed up late at night to finish this which was tiring), but it was worth it because I am a lot happier with the shading now. Also, when I initially redid the shading on the white trim of her outfit, I ended up making them look like indiscreet white blobs that just looked... bad, so I had to fix that and I think it looks a lot better.

My favourite parts of this drawing have to be the face and the hair, though I'm not surprised about how much I like the hair since hair is my favourite thing to draw. Also the wolf, I really like how the wolf turned out, since I also love drawing animals from time to time. I also like how the background turned out.

Also, Enoko's design was a hit hard to get right, and I decided to add the white trim separating her shirt and skirt mainly because I didn't like how abruptly it changed in the original design. Also, for some reason her dress makes me think of 1800s-y southern/western clothes, which has given me the headcanon that Saki gave her these clothes when they first met. Makes me wanna draw the two of them together in very western styled clothes, I think it would be cute. I also changed up some of the colours on her original design to fit in more with the palette that I was going for with this piece. Also, I like how her tails turned out, mainly because when I was working on some of the sketch for this I tried to make them smaller, but they didn't look right so I just went "fuck it" and made them big and poofy. Also drawing her wolf ears was fun, I like drawing simplified wolf ears like that. Overall, I'd say I did a good job incorporating elements (like the bear trap hands, the tails, the gem) in a way that didn't feel like they were out of place in the piece (something I was concerned about with Enoko's design).

All in all, I wouldn't call this my best work, but I do like a lot of aspects of it. I've also noticed that I'm kinda getting a bit frustrated with certain parts of my style like the lighting (mainly the lighting), so I think I wanna try and branch back into that more painterly style that I started out with when I first started posting here while still mixing in some elements of my lineless style. Also, I need to get better with my colour values, mainly just for clarity since I kinda think that's where this drawing falls flat a little.

#touhou project #art #fanart #touhou fanart #touhou 19 #enoko mitsugashira #東方project #東方

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silvergarnet12 · 8 months ago

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Splatoon was the first Nintendo game to push me out of my comfort zone of single player games, and with the closure of it's servers I wanted to draw a tribute to a game that really means a lot to me.

Some long rambles about the game under the cut.

When I first played the Global Testfire I was 15, and the only mutliplayer games I played were with friends in the same room.

Splatoon was also the first shooter I ever picked up, as I always liked bright colours over more realistic graphics in my games, and back then the only shooters I knew about were Halo(and that was only really a name to me!) and the CoD games.

Any worries I had about being bad quickly vanished as the sheer vibe of chaotic fun the game had, particularly when no one had played it before, got rid of any worries, and all I remember is having fun. And choosing to play as the guy instead of the girl for the first time, solely becuase I wanted a ponytail like in real life(I would continue to use the guy through the series as a tradition, a contrast to what I saw most people online doing).

When the game came out I binged the single player, and vividly remember the first time I fought DJ Octavio, and the first time I heard Calamari Inkantation. If ever a game was to convince me that a song could irreversibly change your life, it was Splatoon. Because to teenage me, in that moment, with Calamari Inkantation playing in the background while I fought an octupus DJ, it did.

It gave me terminal brainworms for this series. And here I am, 8 yrs later. Older and more tired, been through some shit, had some good times, tried, succeeded and failed in things throughout the years.

I've always been grateful that they made the decision for the player character from 1 to return, everytime they've shown up it's felt a bit like seeing an old friend, especially since as the games time skips have always had them close to my age(which probably helped my attachement back in the first game). So hi Three, can't believe we both probably pay taxes now.

I have the original two Inkling Amiibos, in a collection that is slowly building, I'm still attached to Marie, and yes I was on her team for the Final Splatfest.

I cried when it was over, just like I did in 2's Final Fest(I was team chaos, two for two baby!) and will probably do so for 3's as well. Something about this series just makes me super attached to it's world and characters.

So booyah Splatoon, my final online game of yours was well and truly years ago, but I replayed story mode to share you with a friend recently, and I think I'll refight Octavio tonight in honour of the good times.

You encouraged me to try out games I wouldn't have otherwise(hello Overwatch and Deep Rock Galactic), and outlasted one of the other major games of my teenage years(...Overwatch 1 I miss you). So thank you for that.

I'll miss Squid Jump, Inkstrike, the og kit for the NZap 89(why does it's new one not vibe with me ;-;), the Squid Sister's broadcasts and the more saturated colours. At least I can always return to the Plaza in 3, and that Spyke isn't dead like I was concerned he was when 3 released, and see the Squid Sisters perform during Splatfests again.

I have so much more to say in my heart about you but no more ways to word it.

You've been a fantastic game, and will always be a treasured experience that I am grateful to have been a apart of from the very beginning.

Now bring back Moray Towers in 3 damn it! It's in 2 but I DON'T WANT TO LOSE MY FAVOURITE STAGE IF IT"S NOT IN 4.

#splatoon #splatoon shutdown #my art #wii u #nintendo

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bradshawshawaiianshirt · 26 days ago

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Stuck on the Past | Part 7

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Ex-girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You never thought you'd see Bradley Bradshaw again, especially the way things ended between the two of you. So what happens when he's suddenly back for a special mission and is determined to win you back too?

Warnings: Angst (ish), adult language, drinking

Length: 1.5k

Stuck on the Past masterlist

Bradley felt like he'd been to hell and back.

First, finding out about your article, which he refused to speak to anyone about, even Nat. Really, he just felt completely stupid for believing you'd give him another chance. He shouldn't have thrown things away all those years go, that was his big mistake, and this was his karma, he was sure.

Second, the mission itself. After that night at the Hard Deck, he'd thrown himself into training, working out hard at the gym, and keeping completely concentrated on his flying and Top Gun. He'd ended up getting picked to fly the mission as Mav's wingman, which even he couldn't believe, considering their rocky past.

And after all that, after completing the mission successfully, here he was, about to get shot down by an enemy plane whilst risking his life to save Maverick, who was currently trying to fly the oldest fucking plane he'd ever seen.

God, he'd gone back to save Mav, of all people.

He'd truly been to hell and back.

They'd ran out of flares and ammo and he couldn't eject (because again, oldest fucking plane he'd ever seen). Bradley squeezed his eyes shut. He wouldn't particularly call himself a religious man, but damn, if he wasn't praying for a miracle right now.

His thoughts began to race and images flashed through his mind. The few memories he had of his dad, which weren't very many, along with memories of his mum and his childhood. Her dropping him off at school, cooking him dinner, telling him stories so he could fall asleep, almost all of them being about his dad.

Then suddenly there was you. You, giggling away at some stupid joke he'd told; dancing together in front of your couch; lying on the beach, looking beautiful as ever.

Then you were younger, you both were. He remembered the day he first saw you, how red your cheeks had turned when he'd asked your name. The two of you speeding along in his bronco in the early hours of the morning, singing your favourite songs at the top of your lungs while he'd glanced at you in awe, wondering how he ever got so lucky, wondering if this was what it felt like for his dad, when he'd met and fell in love with his mum. Those late nights at your place, when you were meant to be studying, but instead you'd lie awake together, talking about the future, how many dogs you'd have, where you'd get married, when you'd have kids.

The truth was, Bradley knew you weren't a bad person, because he knew you. It had been years, but he knew you. Your ways, how you thought, none of that had changed. He knew you weren't trying to get back at him with the article. He just couldn't understand why you hadn't told him, or maybe he could, and he really was running away.

Bradley opened his eyes, bracing himself as the enemy aircraft lined up behind them, ready to fire. He wondered how you would take the news of his death, if you'd even find out.

His morbid thoughts were cut short with a loud bang.

He quickly turned to see the explosion, and out of the ashes came another plane.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your saviour speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions and prepare for landing."

Fucking Hangman, for once he was grateful.

He let out a laugh as Hangman flew beside them, "Hey Hangman, you look good."

"I am good, Rooster, I'm very good."

When they'd managed to land the ancient plane, the celebrations were deafening. Bradley felt his heart beating out of his chest as he hugged Nat and Bob, his eyes scanning over the crowd. He felt silly searching for you, of course, he knew you wouldn't be here, you didn't have clearance since it was a classified mission, but like the ending of some sappy rom-com, he hoped you would be anyway.

He turned to see Hangman, who held out his hand, which Bradley gladly shook, "Chalked yourself another kill?"

"That makes two."

"Mav has five, makes him an ace." Nat laughed as the two men looked on one another with respect for the first time.

Hangman grinned, "For the record," he said, "Im sorry.. about your girl."

Bradley forced a smile, "You're good, she's not my girl."

Hangman gave him a curt nod and a pat on the back, as Bob chimed in, "She could be." both men turned to him in confusion, "You didn't hear this from me but, uh, she didn't write the article."

Hangman frowned, "She didn't?"

Bob shook his head, "No. April told me." he grinned sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, "We've been messaging."

Hangman laughed, slapping Bob's shoulder, "That's my boy!"

The group laughed, but Bradley couldn't comprehend it, "She really didn't write it?" he muttered to Bob.

Bob shook his head, "April said she couldn't, that's all I know."

As the celebrations continued around him, Bradley only had one thing on his mind.

How soon could he get back to see you.

"I can't believe this!" April shrieked, pacing in front of you as you sat on the couch. It was safe to say you didn't look or feel your best right now, wearing an old oversized t-shirt and leggings and wrapped in a big crochet blanket your mum had made for you when she went through her crocheting phase a few years ago. You hadn't actually left your apartment in days. This was a new low for you.

You sighed, wrapping the blanket around you tighter, "I mean, technically he has every right to fire me, I refused to do the assignment. I'm basically refusing to work." You shrugged.

April froze in front of you, "He was asking something that's basically impossible! He wanted you to write about classified military info! It's classified for a reason!" her voice was high pitched and shrill and her hands were waving erratically through the air.

"April. It's fine." you chuckled and tugged on her arm, she plopped down next to you, her head fell onto your shoulder as you continued, "I've been offered something else... and I took it."

"What?"

"In Washington." you sighed, "I've been in San Diego for such a long time. I have to... No, I need to move on. It's time."

April lifted her head and smiled at you sadly, "Well," she said, sniffling, "then you better figure out where all the best bars are because when I come to visit, I can promise you we'll be getting blackout drunk!"

You giggled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Good. There's no one else I'd rather get blackout drunk with than you, no matter what state I'm in."

You both giggled, a nostalgic feeling hung in the air as April stood up, quickly wiping some stray tears from her eyes, "Right, come on then, get up. Your place is a pig stye, and if you're gonna be moving then I'm gonna be the one to help you pack. A lot of shits gone down in this apartment. It needs a cleanse."

You laughed and stood up too, both of you spent the next few days cleaning and packing all the things you'd need into cardboard boxes. You were sure this was what you needed, a fresh start, somewhere new, with no handsome aviators around to turn your life upside down.

When everything was packed a few days later, you could barely recognise the place. You hadn't put it up for sale, since April said she could help you with that after you'd left. It was a bittersweet feeling, and you knew you'd miss San Diego.

April walked into the living room, placing a box down on the floor, "I think we've got everything sorted." she said, gazing around the room, then to you, "Real talk, are you sure this is what you want to do? I'm sure there's jobs here that you'd love-"

"Yes." you said, "I'm sure."

April sighed, "When's your flight again?"

"Tomorrow morning."

She nodded slowly, "So, there's no way I'm dragging you to a bar tonight, huh?"

You smile and shake your head, walking over to her and wrapping your arms around her. She hugged you back instantly, before pulling away, sniffling and wiping her eyes, "Okay, I have to go before I totally lose it." she smiled, "Call me when you get to the airport, okay?"

You nod as you follow her towards the door, she quickly gave you another hug, before leaving. You sigh and lean your back against the door, a million thoughts racing through your mind. Should you tell Bradley? Send him a message? Then again, you knew he wouldn't want to talk to you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at your door. You smile, assuming April must have forgotten something, but when you turned to open it, there was Bradley.

"We need to talk."

#bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster imagine #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #rooster x you

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canadiannationalfox · 3 months ago

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Murder Drones Fanfic - A Hairy Situation

Once again, the end of the day at the Elliott Manor. Tessa sat at her desk with some tools out. She softly scolded in a warm caring tone, "Oh, N... You need to be more careful," as she soldered the wires of his right hand back to the connecting nodes.

N laughed a little at the sensation.

After a minute of Tessa fanning the warm metal, she instructed cutely, "Ok, wiggle your fingers."

N tried and his fingers wiggled like he was typing on an imaginary keyboard with his right hand. He sheepishly recounted, "I guess I should've maybe used a paring knife instead of the cleaver to cut the cucumbers. The handle is too heavy."

Tessa hugged N after putting her tools away. She soothed, "Oh, N, you're too precious."

The worker drone with a puppy attitude excitedly suggested, "And to say thank you, I could braid your hair, especially since my hand is fixed now."

"That would be lovely, N, thank you dear," the ebony haired Elliott daughter remarked.

N giggled as he stood up, a skip in his step as he replied, "I'll be right back, Tessa. I'm going to go get some ribbons first." Before he could cross the threshold to the hallway, he was stopped by a very disgruntled looking J.

"Excuse me, but brushing Tessa's hair at night is my job," she scowled, holding back any insults she had for him but her voice was in the tone she used when she would call him 'dipshit' or 'idiot' or 'fourth quarter losses'.

N responded with his normal cheery demeanour, "But then you'd get a break tonight, wouldn't that be nice?"

Tessa looked up from cleaning up her desk at the two drones bickering. She got between the two of them and urged worriedly, "N, J, there's no need to fight." She thought for a second and she had the two drones sit down at two separate chairs while Tessa stood between the two. She instructed in a diplomatic tone, "I want both of you to state your reason why you I should let you braid my hair and then I will decide what the verdict is."

J sighed as she crossed her arms while sitting at the chair of Tessa's vanity. "Let him go first," she scowled, she wanted N to say his reason so she could one up him. N sat on the chair at Tessa's repair desk, his little legs swinging back and forth because the chair was higher off the floor. He cheerfully trilled his reasoning, "Tessa had fixed my hand and I wanted to braid her hair to say thank you," he slightly waved his hands in excitement as he exclaimed, "Because its fun to braid hair, and i get to make Miss Tessa feel pretty and happy and I get to put sparkly ribbons in her hair."

Tessa put her hands over her heart and smiled at her snowy haired butler. "Oh, you're too precious N."

The worker drone with the long silver pigtails looked down at the ground, feeling like Tessa was picking favourites, but that irked her because J knew Tessa's favourite was her.

Tessa turned to J and softly encouraged, "Right, J. Now it's your turn."

"It's part of my routine. I am a woman of schedule," J grouchily sneered, "and I don't want to say the more in-depth reason because it's hard to say..." N invited gently in his friendly voice, "Aw come on J, you can say whats on your mind, Miss Tessa said so."

J sulked, she didn't want to appear vulnerable in front of N. "Only if you cover your auditory sensors, okay?"

The little butler bot complied and said with a giggle, "I like doing anything!"

J's expression turned from grumpy to a genuine look of care, looking at Tessa with bright LED eyes that conveyed gentleness. "I... " she began, fidgeting with her skirt slightly as her voice was vulnerable and soft, "I know Tessa has some really bad days, and I do too... And... at least brushing Tessa's hair allows me to quell her feelings after a difficult day." Tessa was a little shocked but let her beloved protectress continue.

"I also find solace in it, that after a day of working hard for the company that I get to partake in a task that means something to me, something that brings me comfort," J had a soft plead in her voice, "Please don't take this away from me."

N chimed in, "Awww, that's so sweet."

"You weren't supposed to hear that!" J exclaimed, her feelings were hurt.

Tessa had a choice to make, and it was clear what the decision was. "N, while your offer is valiant, I will wait until tomorrow morning to take up your offer," Tessa went over to N and hugged him lightly as she reassured, "Then your hard work won't be ruined by me sleeping." She let go of N and approached J before hugging J tightly and reassuring in her precious Aussie voice, "I promise J, I'll never hand off your favourite job to anyone else, alright?"

J accepted the hug and hugged back equally as tightly, feeling a sense of comfort.

N left the room happily skipping because that would be more fun to see Tessa with pretty sparkly braids all day tomorrow instead of for an hour or two before bed.

Later, Tessa sat at her vanity desk in her pale green night dress, facing the mirror.

J untied the black bows holding Tessa's hair up, letting the ebony waterfall of tresses cascade down. She picked up the silver handled hairbrush off of the desk. The silver-haired robot girl softly admitted as she began to detangle her closest friend's hair, "Tessa, I want to thank you for what you did earlier." J gingerly ran the brush through the ends of Tessa's hair to workout the lower tangles.

Tessa glanced at the reflection, meeting J's gaze as she responded "I'm glad you told me how much this routine means to you, Jay-bird, I wouldn't want to take it away from you." She relaxed as she felt J smooth the tangles from the day away, she responded cheerfully, "And I get what you mean, this is the perfect way to unwind after a long day." She cheekily giggled, "You'll have to try it some time."

J just about dropped the hairbrush in surprise from the suggestion.

The young woman with a penchant for fixing worker drones insisted, "I'd gladly oblige, Jay-bird." She giggled a little as she suggested, "I think it would be quite fun for it to be you in the chair and me making your hair all soft and tangle-free."

J looked away and remarked sheepishly, "Maybe when I'm done, I could give it a try." The robot girl gently brushed Tessa's bangs and the front longer sections of hair, fluffing it up slightly. "You mean it?" Tessa gently put her hands on J's hand and the hairbrush as she reassured, "How about right now?" She gently coaxed J down and giggled as she looked ahead to the mirror, "There, just like a little princess." The young girl untied J's ponytail ribbons and let the long tresses hang down beautifully.

J glanced back to Tessa and remarked, "You really don't have to,"

Tessa picked up the hair brush, gave it a little twirl and then ran the brush down a small section of J's hair. "Huh... wow that's synthetic," Tessa remarked as she put the brush down since she was scared it would damage J's lovely silver locks, "Going to have to be extra gentle," she giggled as she took a wide-toothed comb out of her vanity dresser drawer. Tessa thought out-loud a little as she started to comb her robot friend's wavy wig, "We're going to get you a nice proper wig, Jay-bird. Something nice, and glossy," she ran the comb carefully over J's hair as she said in a sing-song tone, "definitely something nice and long."

J sat tall at the thought of a prettier wig. She made an excited remark as she slightly swung her legs back and forth in anticipation, "Do you think it will be silver like this one?"

Tessa insisted as she ran her fingers through a more stubborn knot, "Definitely, and it's going to be so soft and a little wavy too."

J responded with a slight snarky laugh, "How are you going to sneak it past your parents?"

"Oh, I'm just going to make it out of my hair, I need a haircut soon anyways."

"You'd get in so much trouble, Tessa! Don't!" J worriedly chimed in

Tessa put her hands on her hips and laughed, "Mom's already hounding me, it's not like she'd be too upset."

J, despite her mean streak of personality, remarked sincerely, "Just... maybe hold off, so N can braid your hair in the morning a couple times." She glanced up to Tessa's gaze from the mirror and remarked, "He seems really eager to do that."

Tessa hugged J from behind and giggled, "You're so sweet, J." She trilled, "I promise, but I also promise we're going to make you a pretty new wig that will rival this one at least a hundred fold." She let go of J and resumed combing her favourite robot's silvery wig once more.

J responded happily, swinging her legs back and forth again, "I eagerly await, Miss Tessa."

To be continued.

#murder drones #murder drones fanfic #tessa james elliot #serial designation n #serial designation j

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ask-rain-world-characters · 7 days ago

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To all scugs, tea or coffee??

And depending on which you pick, do you have a favourite type, be it hot or cold, or different flavours?

Survivor's Answer:

Monk's Answer:

Hunter's Answer:

Watcher's Answer:

Gourmand's Answer:

Artificer:

Rivulet's Answer:

Spearmaster's Answer:

Saint's Answer:

Enot's Answer:

Transcripts below:

Survivor: “Depends on my mood, honestly, but I do love me some espresso. Earl tea is fine, but it's little too... uhh... exquisite for me. It's nice on occasion, though!”

Monk: "Tea... *Monk takes a slow, thoughtful sip from a steaming cup of tea, eyes soft with contentment. Tea feels like a friend—quiet, steady, always there to remind you to breathe. Coffee might give you strength in the moment, but tea... it gives you peace. That’s what I need most. And it does taste quite delicious"

Hunter: - “Tea? Coffee? I don’t think I’ve tried them before… I think my friend Saint has some. Saint, May I have some tea?” - “Alright but it is quite bitter.” - “Nonsense! I, the great Hunter, am accustomed to many tastes! Good and bad.” *sips a drink *coughs uncontrollably “Mmmm! It’s so good! I like it’s- cough! Ugh… everything!” - “I told you.” - “Oh god! It has the charm of a not so venomous spider!” *continues to cough "...now that I've tried tea, which is, uhm... really good, I-I think I'll try coffee next. I have some right here! Alright... three, two..." *sips a drink *coughs uncontrollably yet again "Mmmm! Delicious! It's like... argh... if I - if I kiss the a... a really nice Red Lizard, on the aaa-" *coughing intensifies

Watcher: " Although I drink more tea, I enjoy both tea and coffee equally. For coffee I mostly like Cappuccino... though it's more like cacao than actual coffee. But for tea I enjoy all kinds of it, especially the holiday focused ones. I also like to drink teas made by Gourmand.... although it worries me what he's gonna add next... ."

Gourmand: I have quite a deep admiration for both! There are lots of options for the flavoring of these drinks, and there's even more, when it comes to types! Yet, we are often missing a lot, so we have to make do, with what we get. Despite that, I still appreciate them very much. I mainly use them to accentuate the calm and peaceful moments - for which, tea is better, so that would be my personal pick. Especially since its flavor is much closer to the things I'm used to. I've seen others take some coffee before a hunting or gathering tour, but I'd prefer to just sleep more.

Artificer: "I much prefer coffee, the taste of tea disgusts me to no end. Plus the bitterness that comes with coffee is a nice palette changer from eating meat all the time."

Rivulet: "Coffee all the way baby, taste is like no other! People say it wakes you up but weirdly enough it makes me drowsier... How odd, I typically have it hot, and I don't really get espressos, which do kind of wake me up from it's strong taste. Maybe I should have more of them, could help me get an energy boost."

Spearmaster: "More of a tea guy personally, and I don't have a preference on whether or not it's hot or cold. What I will say is I really like the particularly fruity and citrusy flavors, herbal ones are pretty nice however and help in calming me down."

Saint: "I'm partial to hot tea myself. I find the combination of the subtle flavor and the temperature to be rather soothing."

Enot: "Oh neither, I don't like hot drinks and the only cold drink I need is...hold on" *audible button click 'Kevin MacLeod - Carefree' but slowed down by 52% starts playing "Try some Five Pebbsi! The number one way to supply your body with nutrients it really needs in the fastest time, especially if you're a GAMER like myself and don't touch grass! Well I mean you cant blame me, the grass is lethal here! 100% vegan friendly and full of all new fantastic flavors like Train Lizard, Cheese and I don't even know what this one is called but this label is yellow which means its probably good, I mean just look how many are in my mini fridge!" *audible fridge opening noises "And if you use the code 'GOODNIGHT GAMER' in the next week, you can get 20% off your next purchase, so try some Five Pebbsi, your body will be kissing you for your good deeds in no time!"

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aaakikoo · 1 year ago

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no plot scenarios with katsuki bakugou

an -> hi! It’s been a while since I posted this regularly! Still working on my Bakugou series. Part 1 is is already out! Here

another an -> comment and reblog, I want to hear opinions, also requests currently open, or if you want to send hottakes of anything, headcanons, imagines or questions, they’re all welcome :)

another another an -> this is also shit but I can’t write down my thoughts properly:(.

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1. WHEN YOU SPILL COFFEE ON HIS PAPERS

so your husband came home from a short shift about an hour ago. Typically when he comes home from short shifts at work, he usually continues his desk work at home. Writing and responding to emails, cleaning his schedule, attending online meetings are the usual.

You don’t want to disturb him during those times. So you guys usually text each other instead. He had sent you a text about seven minutes ago.

[ could you make me a cup of coffee? Still have 2 hours to go ]

How could you say no to him?

[ I’ll be there soon ]

You texted and headed to the kitchen. Took out his favorite mug and made him the coffee the way he likes it.

You set it on a small tray along with a glass of water, and some fresh cut fruit and walked upstairs towards his office.

The door was already open so you just walked in. You placed the tray on his desk. You set the fruits and water on the desk for him. As you were about to lift the cup of coffee your hands twitched to the right resulting in you spilling a spill or two on some of his papers.

Your blood immediately stop pumping, and you were shocked by your own actions.

You set the cup back into the tray slowly as you looked at him and he was frowning. You immediately rushed to get paper towels as you started wiping the coffee off of his desk.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki. I’m sorry.” You apologized over and over again as you were ripping paper and wiping like crazy. As soon as you realized that the desk was clean, you stopped wiping.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You said as you looked down, ashamed. You felt so bad for wasting his hard work.

Before the man could say anything you took the small tray and left.

After those two hours of work Katsuki came downstairs to where you sat, he took a seat next to you as you began apologizing once again.

“I am so sorry, I know you must’ve worked so hard and I just-“

He wrapped and arm around your waist and said, “it’s okay, I have a copy of it on my laptop.”

You fell quiet.

“Oh, but I still very sorry Katsuki.”

“It’s okay I always keep an extra copy of everything, you never know when a pretty girl can spill coffee in my office.”

“So you let other girls serve you at work?” You asked, teasing him.

“I said only the pretty ones.” He said pulling you closer to him. “Those clumsy ones only.”

2. WHEN YOU DONT GET YOUR SWEET TREATS

A new bakery opened and you must visit it. You love pastries more than anything and whenever there is a new pastry shop you must visit.

You checked out their menu online in your lunch break, and you saw that they had your favorite. Cheese cake.

So after work both you and your husband headed there.

You stood in the line, and after around a minute you were the second person in line. You saw that they had one cheese cake and you hoped that the person in front of you picks something else.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and that last piece of cheese cake was gone.

You looked at your husband with doe teary eyes and he offered to chat with the girl while you sat down.

After a few minutes he came with a bag of fresh baked pastries. You opened and didn’t see your favourite there. He bought you many good options but no cheese cake.

You were so sad about it, especially that you were so close.

That night he drove to your nearest supermarket and picked out the ingredients for cheese cake and he made it for you at home.

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runningfrom2am · 1 year ago

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omg you should totally write a blurb (or maybe a whole oneshot, it's up to you) about drew being the absolute SWEETEST when you're sick. Like he makes sure every need of yours is catered you, that all the things you may need are kept on your bedside table at ALL TIMES, makes sure you have your comfort plushie with you IT WOULD BE SO CUTE

You can also write this for soft!rafe! Whatever you write, I know it will be soooo good <3 <3

YUP YUP YUP CORRECT I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS

idk this is just the vibe i get from him like for real,, but also soft!rafe i think would be very similar, especially with not knowing what the correct meds were and dragging you back to bed haha. anyway! enjoy!! i loved writing this sm omg-

send me other requests here !!!

you don't get sick often, but when you do? it's a whole event. growing up you'd always handled it yourself, rarely ever spending the day in bed and truly resting, letting something like a silly cold or flu stop you from getting things done. that changed when you started dating drew.

it's only happened once or twice since you've been together, but after the first time when he practically shoved you into bed, running to your side and carrying you back to the bed or your couch every time you got up for something and insisting he would do it for you, you started to succumb to your fate. it was very comforting, after all, the change of pace that was having someone who wanted to take care of you.

most of the time, honestly, he would know you were sick before you did, and you'd wake up to you having kicked your blankets off and his hand on your forehead, frowning down at you as your eyes flutter open. "you're sick." he would mutter, planting a kiss on your forehead as he moved his hand and quickly getting up.

he would disappear and return a few minutes later with your favourite water bottle and a cold, damp cloth, and an armful of every medication he could find in your bathroom cabinets.

you fell into a nice, stable routine when you were sick, in which you laid in bed and rested, whether that be playing video games or watching tv, or on particularly bad days just laying in the dark and regretting not eating more oranges while your head pounded. all you needed to do if you needed anything at all was text him, assuming he wasn't already at your side, and he would appear within moments. your favourite summoning message was 'help!', which you would type out and hit send, and listen with a smile for you to hear a chair scraping or shuffling followed by hurried footsteps approaching your room. "what do you need, love?" he would ask, standing in the doorframe incase what you needed was in the kitchen or the bathroom, he would be able to get it faster that way. no matter what your request was, you would have it in a matter of minutes, at the very latest.

occasionally, if you were feeling well enough to get up and stretch your legs and go to the kitchen for your own water bottle refill, you wondered how he could even hear you when he seemingly apparated to your side immediately. "you should be in bed! go back to bed, i'll get it." he'd usher you away, or sometimes (if he knew a headache wasn't your affliction, which would only get worse by being thrown around), he'd pick you up and carry you back to bed himself.

on days where he couldn't stay home to dote on your every need, he would shove your favourite childhood stuffie into the top of your shirt like it was a baby carrier, insisting that they take care of you while he's away. (but of course, if you hit him with the 'help!' text, he'd ditch whatever work he’s doing in a minute to be there for you, even if that meant rescheduling a shoot or a table reading to get home)

he'd always tuck in you and your stuffie of choice before he ever had to leave the room, and would come back every twenty minutes if he knew you were asleep to make sure the blanket was still covering you in hopes of making your fever break, but also not wanting you to get cold, even in your sleep. he'd run you twelve baths in a day if you asked, sometimes just running you one and then asking if you wanted to get in. which of course, rarely would you ever say no to a bath. and god forbid you run out of your favourite tea, all the windows in your kitchen would be perpetually foggy from him boiling and reboiling so much water for you.

he’d put on your favourite show and movies, and watch them repeatedly with you if you wanted. he’d apologize endlessly for turning on the bedroom light if you had a migraine, also apologizing through the whole noisy process of taping tinfoil over the window to keep both the heat and the light out. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, love, i’m almost done. i promise.” he didn’t want to disturb you, and felt so guilty when he had to to make sure you took your medicine or were staying hydrated.

when you tell him you’re feeling better, he’s always skeptical. he never believes you at first, continuing to insist that you “sleep it off” for at least a day before he lets you rejoin society in any meaningful way, and you are yet to decide whether or not it’s because he just really likes doting on you.

bonus: checking your temperature by pressing his lips to your forehead!!!

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applejuicefruit · 2 years ago

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I have a really sad request to make :)

Can you write reader being Kylian ex and she died like in a car crash or in any way you want and Kylian spends his free days just daydreaming about their past together because he can’t move on because he doesn’t want to? I know it’s very sad but I love your angst so much please thank you 😊

writing this made me cry :((( also reader wasn’t his ex but his gf i hope you don’t mind!

tw : major character death, sadness, depression, just a lot of angst, mention of smut and pregnancy

kylian mbappe x reader

Daydreaming

“Kylian can you pass me pink t-shirt that’s on the bed?” you asked from the other side of the bathroom.

“Why?” he asked you back but you could feel his voice slightly teasing you.

“Because I have to get dressed?” you sarcastically remarked.

“But I love when you’re naked” he said opening the door as you were standing only in your underwear in front of the mirror.

“Kylian…” you called him.

“Fine” he murmured throwing you the t-shirt so you could finish getting dressed up “but tonight I don’t want to see anything covering you up okay?” he smirked kissing your cheek.

“Yeah yeah tonight I’ll be naked and shivering” you joked.

“Who said you’ll be cold?” he teased you.

“Kylian, finish to get dressed or we’re be late and I don’t want to be late at Ethan’s birthday” you scolded him and he started laughing.

“Okay boss” he laughed again as he got back in the bedroom looking for something to wear.

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“I can’t believe that in less than a year you’ll be the one in white” Kylian said as you were going through some magazines looking for the perfect wedding dress.

“It took you a bit too long to propose don’t you think?” you teased him.

“Fair is fair…” he joked too.

He loved how you were able to pull off a remark or a bad joke in every kind of situation, always making him feel at ease and making him laugh.

“We still need to pick up a location…you know time is ticking” you told him.

“What? I am the Kylian Mbappè, I could call the louvre and rent it for tomorrow and they’ll be okay with it” he joked.

“Okay Beyoncé” you laughed.

He sat on the couch next to you as he scooped you closer into his arms.

“I don’t want a fancy or big location…it just have to be romantic and full of love…we could be even get married in our apartment that honestly I wouldn’t care…” he said wrapping his hands around your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

“I love you Kylian” you said looking at him.

“I love you too mon cherie” he kissed your lips.

“But no, we’re not getting married into our apartment…” you joked again and he breathed out a laugh.

“You’re something else” he said to you.

“I know I know” you teased him again.

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“I’m so fucking proud of you” you said to Kylian as you were kissing every inch of his face.

PSG has just won an important match and Kylian scored twice so as you were waiting for him to come back home you decided to pull out a little surprise for him, wearing your favourite black lace bra and matching panties.

“Thank you mon amour” he said holding your waist as he gently laid you down on the bed “is this all for me?” he asked even if he already knew the answer.

“Of course” you said smiling.

“I love you so much you know?” he said as he started kissing your neck and collarbone.

“No…I think you have to show me” you teased him looking at him directly in his eyes. You weren’t always so confident, especially when it came to intimate situations but Kylian always made you feel loved and comfortable, always treating you as you were a work of art and always prioritising you. He made you feel special and comfortable about yourself. And he never admitted but he loved how he was able to bringing that confidence out you because his favourite moments were when you took charge in the bedroom, he could be on his knees everyday for you.

“I’m gonna show you exactly how much you mean for me…” he said as his kisses started going down and you couldn’t hold back your moans.

They were music to his ears.

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“Why it’s not working?” you said with tears filling your eyes.

“Baby…sometimes it takes time” he said as he sat on the bathroom floor next to you.

“We’ve been trying for a year now…maybe something is wrong with me?” your eyes never meeting his face as you started down looking at the negative pregnancy test you were holding in your hands.

“What? No baby don’t say that…never say something like that okay? It takes time, sometimes even a few years…it’s not your fault…we can try as much as you want” he said holding your face as his thumbs wiped off your tears.

“I really want a family Kyky…” you whispered, hating to feel so vulnerable.

“I want this too baby but you can’t stress too much about it, it’s not healthy and it will only make you suffer…” he said looking for your eyes.

“Okay…” you only said.

“I feel like the next time would be the perfect one, just have a little faith baby” he said too hopeful as you nodded.

If only he knew that there wouldn’t be a next time.

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Kylian was peacefully sleeping when his telephone started ringing. He had three missed calls from his brother and one missed called from his mom as she was trying to reach him again.

He woke up around 2 am and he saw his mom calling him.

“Hello?” he answered with a very sleepy voice.

“Hospital. Now” she said hanging up and Kylian’s heart started beating so fast he thought it could explode.

You weren’t in bed as he knew you were partying with your best friends as it was your bestie’s birthday so you had to be safe, right? Right?

He quickly got dressed and drove as crazy through the empty parisian streets.

He reached the hospital in record time and once inside he saw his brother waiting for him.

“What’s going on?” he saw his brother with a very sad face.

“Kylian…you should sit” his brother said.

“Ethan…tell me the fuck it’s going on…” he started to get a bit aggressive as everyone was around him and no one would tell him anything.

“It’s y/n…she was in a car crash…” Ethan said and Kylian’s heart missed a few beats.

“But she’s okay?” he asked too hopeful.

“She’s in coma right now…” his mom said trying to calm him down “…a man didn’t stop at the red light and he crushed into y/n…the police already has him in custody, he was drunk too so he probably will be in jail for a long time…” his mom said.

But Kylian’s didn’t want him in jail. No he wanted him death for even trying to hurt you.

“She’ll be okay son” his father said as Kylian sat down in the waiting room.

Kylian and his family spent the whole night at the hospital waiting for some news on your situation. His mom already called your family, alerting them of your current situation.

The next few days were hell, for everyone.

Kylian missed trainings and a very important match but at the moment he couldn’t care less about his team as you were fighting for your life in a hospital bed. Your family was in the hospital with Kylian’s family. He spent every single minute he could in your room, always whispering soft words and singing your favorite songs hoping you would wake up.

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“I’m so sorry…there’s nothing we can do” the doctor said the next day while everyone was in the waiting room “she’s gone…” he said before leaving them all alone.

You were dead.

And Kylian couldn’t do anything about it.

The moment he heard those words coming out from the doctor’s mouth and he didn’t know what to feel.

Your family started crying. His family started crying. Ethan saw you as a big sister so he was as heartbroken as everyone was. But Kylian started at the long corridor feeling completely empty, like he had just lost a part of him.

His family tried to persuade him to come home with them but all he wanted was to go to his home, lay in bed and cry.

So that’s what he did.

He hold your pillow and started crying all night.

He wouldn’t leave your pillow as it was smelling of your perfume.

The world found out about your death pretty quickly and every one started calling or messaging Kylian but he wouldn’t simply reply. He would leave everyone on read or he would hung up. The pain he was feeling was too much and he didn’t know if he could handle it.

Your funeral was easy, filled with pain and sadness, only his family, your family and your friends were there. The moment he buried you he knew it was over, that you wouldn’t come back.

He came back training a few weeks later and since that day PSG started winning every single match as Kylian was hurting himself by training more and playing every single match. Everyone around him noticed it but they kept they mouth shut because they knew Kylian was too vulnerable in that moment.

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“I really want to go to Iceland tho…” you said while you were both in bed as you were looking for your perfect honeymoon trip.

“But it’s cold…” he said.

“Who said honeymoon has to be in a tropical place?” you teased him.

“But why Iceland?” he asked.

“Why Bahamas?” you asked him.

“Because we can swim” he laughed and you started laughing too.

“We can swim in Iceland too you know…” you teased him.

“Oh please…” he started laughing as he held you closer.

Little did you know he already booked the whole trip to Iceland but he wanted to be a surprise for you.

“I’ll stick to the Bahamas…” he joked.

“I’ll convince you anyway” you said kissing his lips.

His arms went to hold your waist as you sat on his lap.

“Is this how you wanna convince me?” he teased you.

“Maybe…” you started kissing his neck as his hands went under your t-shirt, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

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Kylian spent all of his days daydreaming about you.

About the family you were going to create.

About the love you two shared.

It’s been months after you died and it didn’t what his family tried to do to cheer him up, he rather spent his days dreaming about you being there with him instead of moving on because he knew that the day he would accept your death it would be over for him too.

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