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[whomstsnek]

another silly character design, ft new girl Vespa <3

[angelltheninth]

Love your LADS writings! Could we maybe get them reacting to their girlfriend wearing their shirt?

I love writing for LADS, now that Caleb is here there's even more hot men to fawn over.

Pining: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, sharing clothes, domestic fluff, clothes shopping, possessiveness, being playful, flirting

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A/N: Wrote this a bit fast because my new PC came in today so I need to set it up. It's gonna be awesome.

Zayne pretends not to notice that it's his shirt you're always wearing in the mornings when you stay over at his place. It's only a shirt, he's got many more just like it. So why is it getting to him when you wear it? Simple, it looks cuter on you, and he tries not to get worked up about it, that would go against his stoic, professional self. However when he sees you waring his clothes he always tells you that it looks good on you. A sort of subltle encouragement that you should do it more often, and also spend more time at his place because he tries not to leave his clothes at your place.

Rafayel wants to buy some matching clothes when he saw that you wear his on ocassion. He's always had a good sense of style and is very happy that you do to, furthermore that you like it so much that you want to wear what he waers. When he sees you wearing his clothes he makes sure to memorize what it looked like on you so he can sketch it later. Before he knows it there are a dozen sketches of you in his clothes. Not that it's a bad thing by any means and he thinks you're catching on to him buying matching clothes because every time you're on a date you're pointing out cute outfits that you say would look great on him.

Xavier doesn't think much of it when he leaves some of his stuff at your place when he comes and goes. What he does think about is how his pants looked on you, too long, cozy, some a bit tight on you, others hanging off your hips, all depending on what you get your hands on at the time. The scene is almost domestic, seeing you not even think about putting on something of his, you don't even say why you do it and he's fascinated by that. Playfuly he tugs on the waistband of the pants and tells you he wants them back, only for you to turn the tables and tell him to take them off you if he wants them so bad.

Sylus is very perceptive of what you do when you're around him so there's no way he wouldn't notice you wearing his fancy shirts around the apartment. Those aren't exactly outfits for casual wear so there was no way you could have mistaken them for one of your own, which means you took them on purpouse. A man like him doesn't do well when other people touch what belongs to him without his permission. It's bad bussiness practice, and dangerous when you're in deep with criminals like he is. But he could be persuaded to let you get away with it, only because you're his girl and his girl can do whatever she wants with and to him.

Caleb leaves his hoodie at your place on purpouse. He did it because he wanted to use it as an excuse to visit again early, he didn't expect that you'd be wearing it when you opened the door for him. All the blood rushed to his brain and caused him to stop all train of thought for a few moments before he smirked and leaned in to whisper how cute you look, his breath hot against your lips before he claimed them in a seering kiss. From that day on he never mentioned anything about you giving him his clothes back. Why would he want it back when it looks so much better on you, sometimes it's all you wear around him.

[fawnsflowerbed]

♡ Puppy-lovin' ♡

A/N: Oh my goodness this took me FAR TOO LONG!!!! Commission of headcanons for my lovely sunshine anon, THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE MY DARLING!!!

Even more headcanons of puppy hybrid and Leon shenanigans!!!

Warnings/content: 2nd person (you/yours), fem pup hybrid reader, grumpy ol' man Vendetta Leon, Leon is referred to as daddy! lots and lots and LOTS of fluff!!! Headcanons!!!

Word count: 3,250 approx.

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What is his biggest pet peeve that she does? (Ik he's obsessed with her HAHA but he  i s  still a grump at times, after all)

TEETHING. That sweet fluffy baby chews on ANYTHING she can get her little canines on. Food and water bowls, toys, chair legs, trashcans, clothes, towels, shoes. Leon has to sit you down and explain that yes you do have very pretty chompers and yes the hybrid vet said they were very healthy and you were a good girl for brushing them on your own but that doesn’t mean you have to PROVE A POINT WITH SAID TEETH!!!! SAVE IT FOR THE SQUEAKY TOYS!!!!! HIS COMBAT BOOTS DID NOT DESERVE THAT GNAWING!!!!!!

I also feel like her whimpering might sometimes get to him?? Depending on his mood. Like making dinner? Whimper. He’s in the bathroom? Whimper. Reading files? Whimper. Tv without her? Whimper. Broken record. His puppy just wants to be around him any time she can because that’s her daddy obviously, and he loves her to bits, but sometimes the man just wants to take a piss alone! We’re talking he gets a few fingers gently bapping at the gap between the floor and the door out of curiosity with mixed whines, or sometimes he has to keep it open a crack so you can hold his hand as he goes. You’re so damn lucky he loves you and that thumping tail of yours.

“Listen, listen, a man has the right to pee in peace. My puppy says otherwise, okay?” -Likely said by Leon as he’s laughing to one of his coworkers about your behaviour. 

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What's something that'll make him go "Who did this, hm?" And she's like- anxiously wags,,,, like when dogs know they're guilty n stuff 😭

ONCE MORE THE CHEWING!!!! I also feel like she can’t be trusted with porcelain or glass for obvious reasons (cough cough Picture Perfect fic cough) so if he does let her eat with him at a table or anything it’s gotta be plastic. One time she’s wanting to be helpful and get him a glass of water as they’re winding down for the night, he came home from a long tedious day of work, and on her way to the faucet she’s still so excited about him being back that she completely forgets she is in fact holding a glass. When it hits the floorboards it’s instant chaos, babygirl’s sitting there staring at the shards like ‘uh oh uh oh uhohuhoh-’ and not knowing what else to do she puts a pillow over it. Because yeah honey, he’s totally gonna think that's perfectly normal.

So obviously when Leon finds it, seeing the pieces collected in a neat little pile under a cushion, he’s giving a call. 

“Sunshine. C’mere a second, baby.”

And you toddle your way in with that tail slightly tucked, not making eye contact. Oh he already knows what’s going on, you’ve never been very good at lying.

“Y’know, it’s funny sweetheart. I come home from a long day of work, have an amazing dinner with my favourite girl in the world, take a nice hot shower and start getting ready for bed. But right as I’m turning the lights off, I find this.” He gestures rather pointedly to the cushion atop the glass shards. 

“And I’m thinkin’, hm, that’s odd. So I pick it up, and look at what’s hiding under it.” Picking it up by a corner of the casing, he makes sure to add an over dramatic gasp. “Broken glass! Isn’t that the strangest thing, puppy? I mean, what are the odds?” His broad shoulders shrug as if he himself can’t believe this ‘totally random’ sequence of events leading to a pile of glass ‘randomly’ appearing under a pillow. “You wouldn’t happen to know who did this, now would you honey?”

You’ve got your cute butt planted on the floor by now, looking up at him rather pitifully. Staring from beneath your lashes, tail slowly wagging back and forth across the hardwood, ears pressed back. 

When you do finally speak, it’s a mumble of “I was getting you water n’ I forgot…”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “You.. forgot? You forgot what, sweetpea?”

“...Forgot I was holding the glass..”

Oh his heart just melts. You’re an angel, a bit of a dummy at times, but such an angel. Leon can only shake his head with a chuckle, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. “My sweet, silly girl. Let’s get this cleaned up then, alright?”

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Do you think Leon will have his days where he needs space from her from a difficult mission/assignment?

It’s a 50/50 depending on how hard the mission was. If we’re talking like freshly Vendetta Leon then definitely. He’s just so mentally drained, sometimes he just needs to have a minute to fall face first into bed, lay there for a couple of hours. He’ll leave to go to the bathroom and hear your paws padding after him but he just doesn’t have the energy to do anything more then pet you as he goes to grab another drink from the fridge. Sometimes alcohol, sometimes soda. It depends on how shitty he’s feeling, how much he wants to torture himself.

Sometimes you sit at the door with a meek whimper and swishing tail, at first confused as to why he’s so down. Pawing at the wood grain like the poor dumb girl you are, missing your favourite person and just wanting to be there with him. From time to time you crawl up into bed next to him, slipping under his arm to lay your face in the crook of his bicep, often to receive a gentle pet. “I just need a second, puppy. You’re my good girl, though.”

A few times you’ve asked him why he gets like that, why he seems to sink back into himself, and he just sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Y’know how you get upset after the vet, cause they prod at your teeth with the nasty tasting gloves and you have to get your shots?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well sometimes Daddy gets like that after a really really hard day at work.”

“..If I put a Hello Kitty bandaid on it and..” You scrunch your little nose in thought, “..buy you a stuffie for being brave will you feel better?”

And he just chuckles fondly, giving your hair a gentle ruffle. God, you’re too sweet. “Maybe baby, maybe.”

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Do you think he'll get better with the drinking with her around, or do you think he still drinks? I imagine that she's not a fan, if he still does!

He definitely tries his best to at least cut down on the drinking, but I doubt he’s entirely sober since - well, it’s Leon - but he really doesn’t feel the need to sometimes. Usually when something shitty goes down he instantly goes for the bottle, but now? Now it takes a lot more to drive him into that spiral. 

Most of the time when his depression hits it’s like you sense it, call it that puppy instinct, and you’re toddling your way over to lay your head on his knee and whimper. He tries not to get too drunk, he knows you hate it. How he sways and scruffs at your hair sometimes a little too hard. But he’s trying. Tries to substitute the shitty burning taste of whiskey with spicy foods as an alternative, or punish himself through tonic water only to look like an angry cat once the glass is finished. Anything other than alcohol if he can stomach it.

Because he doesn’t want you to remember him as someone who drank all the time, he wants you to remember how on the bad days he opened his arms to you and let you lay atop his chest as his own personal weighted blanket. How despite how he used to snap and draw away from everyone, how he’d shoot whiskey like it was water, you coming into his life made it all feel so much easier.

He wants you to remember that you made it easier. You made it better.

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When she gets in trouble, what is it for? And is there any form of "punishment" or "grounding"? 

Timeout is HUGE, I don’t think he’d have the heart to actually ground her. One bat of those big babydoll eyes and he has to remind himself NOT to cave. The only thing he can’t do is take her toys away, that would eat the big guy up inside AND out, he knows how much you adore your stuffies and squeakies. 

Usually it’s just lockup time in her pen to sit and think about what she did, doing his best to ignore the pitiful sound of your whines of guilt. He knows you hate timeout, but he doesn’t really know how else to punish you! That or taking away your weekly movie night until you behave, which means no 2 or so hours of uninterrupted cuddle time on daddy’s lap, which is worse than a jail sentence in your opinion. 

The cone of shame has yet to be used, same for muzzles. You’ve cut it pretty close a few times with any of the ladies who stick around and talk to him too long though! He had no clue his sweet sunshine baby had a knack for nipping at ankles.

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Does she beg for food, and if so, how does Leon go about dealing with it?

BIG puppy dog eyes at the table, sitting at his feet. Sometimes he caves, because duh, you’re his baby. But Chris keeps saying he needs to be more stern so he tries and tries and TRIES. But you have those HUGE glossy blinkers on blinky mode up at him, and your tail is swish swish swishing happily against the wooden grain and you just look so ready to get a little bite of whatever he’s got and who is he to deny you? You who wakes him up with kisses and cuddles, who trots along behind him everywhere he goes. You sit at the window and wait for him to get home from work for god’s sake, surely a little piece of food is nothing, right?

He’ll do it cause he loves you, other times cause he wants to see how you’ll react. One time you gave him the puppy stare for a lick of the hot sauce he got to go with his wings, which was a moment of instant regret on your end. Leon had to bite back the biggest smile with an “Is it good, baby?” Watching you smack your lips and tongue with a scrunched up face and furrowed eyebrows. Shaking your head around and yapping as if the taste was a personal attack on you.

Sometimes you even get fancy with it, padding from leg to leg at his feet, doing little spins out of excitement for whatever tasty morsel he’s about to drop into your mouth. I mean c’mon, how is he supposed to resist it?

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How does he interact with her in his depressive states, and how does she comfort him?

You 100% believe he needs a stuffie. So you’re dropping your toys in his lap with big wet eyes and a slow swaying tail. It has to make him feel better, right?

Leon has two main moods when he’s in his depressions. ‘I’ve ruined everything, no one come near me.’ And ‘I’ve ruined everything, please don’t leave me alone.’ Swinging between these moods like an unstable seesaw, but he just can’t bring himself to pull you down with it. Who is he to look you in the eye and tell you to go away, when all you want to do is help? You’re not a bad girl, not a bad dog, so why should he lecture you on behaviour that comes as natural to you as breathing? Your kindness and need to ensure he’s as happy as you are, it’s practically built into your little puppy brain. Because he’s your daddy, and you love him. 

So he tries his hardest. He lays on the couch for his usual hour of slumping but keeps an eye out for a swishing tail, an ear out for any little whimpers. You’re climbing into his lap, crawling all over him to put your weight on him, cuddling up like a plush toy. 

And he wraps his arms around you silently, letting you be his anchor.

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When she asks to come with him to work, how does he respond? (Bc obvi she can't come fight bioweapons with him,,)

Sometimes he’ll take her when he has desk duty and Hunnigan just MELTS she LOVES your sweet little tailed self. But other times either he has to call Becca and Claire over to babysit you, cause there’s no way that he can leave his poor sweet girl at home alone! And you whimper and whine the whole time but it’s either that or coax you to go to the DSO before Claire comes to pick you up after the work day is finished.

Like how is he supposed to look at you and go ‘no baby you can’t go with daddy to work because daddy shoots bugs and-’ 

BUGS? YOU LOVE BUGS!!!! BUGS DESPISE YOU SO YOU’LL BE SO GOOD ON BUG DUTY!!!!

“I know puppy, I know. But daddy’s going in a biiiiiiig metal bird, and I know you love to chase birds so I can’t take you with me. Cause what if you bite the bird too hard, huh? Then daddy can’t buy you new toys! Can’t have that happening, sunshine. So, how about this. You can sit at daddy’s desk next to miss Hunnigan and when I talk to her over the little ear phone she can pass it over to you and you can have a chat with me. Is that okay? Yeah?”

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How does he react when she catches things for him, like bugs or something? (he def didn't ask her to LOL) I feel like she'd be eyeing a moth or something and be like omg a present for daddy :33 (she has good intentions fs)

That man honestly gets a leaf bug or moth at his feet once a month. A little half chewed, he saw you spitting out tufts of wing a few minutes ago so he can guess that’s why. You’ve always been a jumper, pouncing and bouncing around the yard or when he takes you for walks. So it’s no wonder you started up this habit.

“Yes- yes baby, I know you got it just for me and- mhm. Mhm I do love it honey but I just think- And I’m so proud of you for hunting it all on your own but sweetpea how about instead you bring me.. I don’t know, fuck- wait don’t say that word. Hm. I don’t know leaves you find interesting.”

Stupid man. Dumb dumb idiot man. Next thing he knows there’s a small collection of leaves lined up at the back door. He’s gotta figure out an alternative and fast, boy. 

Has he ever had to bandage her up bc she did something dumb that he warned her not to do? 😭

That girl’s mortal enemy is anything that like, rears up at her. Praying mantises, spiders, grasshoppers, wasps and bees. If it moves, and it moves in a way that she perceives as a threat, it will be bapped with her hand.

“Hey- hey woah woah woah woah woah- easy there, tiger.” He’s scooping you up off the grass as you’re growling and yapping at whatever insect has made the mistake of buzzing too close to his sweet girl. “That’s a praying mantis, baby. If one of those big claws gets you, it’s gonna scare the sh- ahem, it’s probably gonna spook you.”

Five minutes later when he sets you back down he hears a startled yelp followed by you scampering around the backyard waving your face back and forth. Yeah he should’ve expected that. Watching as you finally flick the bug away with a huff of disapproval, which is followed by a very overdramatic whimper in Leon’s direction. Obviously need of love and affection after such a traumatic experience. Nothing a bit of antiseptic and plenty of well placed kisses won’t fix.

SO many scrapes. Bee stings, ant bites, mosquito bites, scratches and bruises from bouncing around the yard and house. He had to buy the Sanrio bandaids to patch you up or you refused to sit still. Thankfully your new favourite thing is barking at the other hybrids on the tv, an activity that WON’T result in several bruises. Maybe an earache or two, perhaps a sore throat, but hey, that’s better than box upon box of bandaids. 

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When he wants her inside, and she does that one excited play pose (you know the one HAHA), does he entertain it, or does he know better to just go inside because she'll follow? LMAO

You’re padding your way around through the grass of the backyard, tail high and wagging proudly. You’d been very successful in your burying of a bone, planting your own little territory outside the house, and because of that success a buzz ran through your body. Being the jitterbug you were with a case of the zoomies coming on, you gave your ears a shake out when Leon’s whistle was heard.

“Puppy? C’mon, babygirl. It’s getting dark.”

But you were just getting started! Maybe you could convince him, after all if puppies had to listen to their daddies, surely daddies had to listen to their puppies right? That’s, like, the law. And you still have so much energy!

So, ever the bouncy pup you are, you crouch down into ‘the pose’. Everyone knows which one. The one you pull when you’re telling another hybrid you wanna play, the half bow with you eyes locked on him and a fast wagging tail.

“Baby- no. Oh, don’t give me that face..” Leon runs a hand over his face with a long sigh, biting back a smile with all the teeth he can manage.  

But you’re giggling with that big grin on your face, hands braced like paws against the grass and ears perked up expectantly.

“Honey..no. Now-

As soon as he takes a step towards you, no matter how small it is, you’re jumping in a little circle with happy yaps. Next thing he knows you’ve got the zoomies, and you’re bounding your way through the freshly-clipped lawn. All he can really do is lean against the outside wall and wait for you to run out of energy, arms crossed with a grin on his face. IIt doesn’t last too long thankfully, a few bounces, a couple of spins and you’re trotting over to him panting. He watched the whole thing, your tail wagging a gazillion miles an hour each time you hopped, skipped, and jumped. You always found endless ways to entertain yourself outside, Leon really didn’t know how you did it. 

 And yeah, it was getting dark out, but it was only a few minutes more of watching his sweet girl bound around happily, he’d only really try to rouse on you if it was for your safety. But right now? As your big eyes watch fireflies fill the backyard’s air, pawing weakly up at them between giggles, he knows it’s worth it. 

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[naturesapphic]

gonna request some cowgirl!wanda x gn!reader where she comes by reader's house on horseback and r is completely in love with her

New partner in town

Cowgirl!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff and cowgirl!wanda being a complete sweetheart

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was out and there was a bit of wind to keep down the heat. You were out of your house, tending to the animals when you hear horse hooves in the distance coming your way. You looked up confused and saw a girl you’ve never met before, riding a beautiful black midnight horse. Your breath got caught in your throat at the beauty that his random woman shows and you felt your knees weaken when she stops near you.

She steps off the horse and walks over to you, giving you a friendly smile. “Well howdy there sugar. My name is Wanda. Wanda maximoff.” She said sweetly and held out her hand to shake yours. “It’s nice to meet you Wanda. I’m guessing you are new here in town?” You asked her as you shake her soft yet firm hand and give her a shy smile which she slightly smirks at. “I sure am. My family and I moved here from Louisiana.” She said as she put her thumbs in her front pockets, giving you a sweet smile that makes your knees buckle.

“That’s great! What brings y’all down here?” You questioned softly and she gave you a small smile. “We wanted to start over…our farm didn’t do well and we needed new land and a whole new place where we could. So we decided to move here and I’m glad we did…or else I wouldn’t meet a sweet thing like yourself.” Wanda winked which caused you to blush red like a apple. A sudden barking interrupted y’all’s conversation and your dog comes running up to Wanda wagging his tail at her. “Well who’s this?” Wanda smiled as she bent down and started petting him. “This is butter nut squash, but we call him butternut, butter, nut, or sometimes shithead.” You said sheepishly as Wanda let out a huge belly laugh.

“That’s an adorable name. Cute and adorable just like her mama.” Wanda said smirking as you shifted in your spot nervously. Wanda stood up and looked down on her watch which caused her to slightly frown. “I hate to run but I’m supposed to help my pa and brother with some chores. I’ll see you later yeah? I’m down a few miles away from your house if you ever want to stop by sugar.” Wanda winked and took a bow while taking off her hat in the process. “I’ll see you later darling.” She stated and went back on her horse and rode away. You just stood there, mesmerized by her. Fuck.

A/n: I didn’t exactly know how to end it sofmdkdkd but I hope y’all enjoy the first imagine of cowgirl!wanda. Requests are open for her and for my other characters I write. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here’s my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

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[ask-missparker]

Out of commission… // Marvel Blurb AU

The blinding effect of the lights felt draining. The color almost washed her out completely, as she turned her attention to the small plate placed on each corner of her forehead. Along with a small amount of fluid coming into her veins.

She blinked her eyes wide open to see the figure in the distance who eventually approached the lights.

Slyvie.

Her long blonde hair flows past her as her green skin tight skirt grows with every inch of her body moving forward to face the slightly weaker agent. She felt an evil little smirk on her face.

Death level kinda smirk. Nothing about this makes sense anymore.

“Speak or I will—”

“You’ll what?”

With a flick of her wrist, she took away Mia’s ability to speak her mind as she opened her mouth but no words were uttered in the air.

“Much better, don’t you think? Aw you look so cute trying to break free from your own thoughts. Almost makes me feel bad for what I’m about to do to you.” She said with a smirk playing with the magic in her hand, “I need you here for my plan to work. But don’t worry, you won’t be alone forever. Just until you can see your precious little work fall under your own hands.”

‘But-? No-no, you won’t get away with any of this. SHIELD will..” She mouthed.

“Oh SHIELD is too busy with missions and other training protocols to worry about a little girl like you. I don’t know what it is that makes you think you’re going to get anywhere when you’re stuck here. SHIELD doesn’t seem to care about you or any of your friends. Or that’s at least what I have seen of course.”

‘You’re wrong! The sooner you keep me here they will come to find me.’

“Look Agent Parker, I don’t know much about you but I will soon. And for starters, from what I gather your faith in people is a strong one, even for a newcomer like yourself, it’s very cute honestly because your faith pushed the young avengers to join in their previous home. Which I destroyed gracefully, you remember don’t you?”

Amelia’s mind was a little fuzzy since she awakened from her slumber but she remembered the explosion of the building she fought so hard to build and forge a better life for the heroes. Hell, she signed them up for SHIELD Academy classes to help their education level improve over time. Then it was designed to be destroyed under her nose by Slyvie.

She wanted to see the heroes fall apart and make them weak from the inside. Taking away their home, wondering if that would break them. But they were quickly brought to Stark Tower—Avengers Tower, where they had a chance of a better future. Then afterwards, she was sent to see The Sandbox’s ruins and collect any remaining possessions from the building.

That’s when she ended up here.

It was like the tall blonde saw the look in her eyes and grinned, nodding. Giving that little push, grounding her head just enough to keep her there and let her be crushed.

“You seem a bit distressed by all the information, love. But you will be fine. The heroes right now are all caught up in a world chasing time of bonding over their shared interests and being together, that they completely forgot about you. Hell, they heard about SHIELD’s true intentions towards certain individuals and their actions around them.” She explained with a straight smile, “Besides I taught them myself, so I know they aren’t that huge of a burden for you or anyone, due to their true nature being broken little souls.”

‘They are not!’ She replied with no words uttered in the air.

“Ahh that’s right, no one can hear your mousy little voice. Especially with that plate connected to your forehead, so your quiet as a bird on an early morning sunrise. It’s beautiful isn’t it? I know you’re feeling upset and hurt, hoping they will come for you. But they won’t.”

Just as Mia was mouthing off another set of words that came out as pushed air. A voice that sounded all too familiar came into the light, a tone of which she recalled to be her own. She looked over her shoulder to see a black bodysuit with a small set of black thin boots to match, a set of white rings on her fingers and a wristband with the SHIELD logo on it.

She gulped having not seen the face yet. But she had her own suspicions onto who it can be.

Her eye-line raise to face the upper half only to be meet with brown-greenish eyes, long brown hair that was curled at the end, a edging nose and plumped lips that were colored a light pinkish shade. The biggest giveaway, being the cheekbones.

That was face reveal to be her own.

She was staring at all seemed to be a copy of her own face—hell, that’s her whole damn body and voice!

Her guesses were a shapeshifter of some kind, something she read in Rochelle’s file, as her redhead friend had the ability to of turning blue and changing into anyone physically from their surroundings.

The copy looked at her for a split second then turned around and faced Slyvie with a small smile.

“She’s pretty. Real good looking at copying the original design of the owner.” Slyvie said turning to Mia with a nod, “Meet your replacement for when I’m not around to spy on them, she will. Agent Parker 2.0. Or as I like to call her Elia for short.”

‘She’s a shapeshifter! She can only act and sound like me if she wanted to…they will tell the difference between us.’ She explained pointing at the copyright holder of herself.

“Oooh you are a very smart one. Kree come in many forms, shapeshifting just enough require the memories of the person as well. You might notice small gestures here and there that might not match with your usual mood but it won’t be anything grand.”

‘I..um..’

‘Now she’s lost for words. You see Agent Parker, your little protective idea of this world, isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. It’s okay, you’re young and haven’t grown yet to get there. But you will. For now, your little heroes are gonna be safe until another threat happens that can either make or break them. Soon they will be so tight knit together that will be hard to break them, but like everything, challenges will come to test those waters.”

Slyvie explained her decision on an attack that she wants to create for the heroes, to avenge the person she care for, to see if they are a part of a team or just playing dress up. So a breaking fight on New York and an attack against the streets was perfect enough to do the trick.

And a kidnapping of the women who help put them together was just the icing on the cake for this. With Mia gone, she wasn’t there to represent and report back to SHIELD or the young heroes if everything was going smoothing.

And with Elia there was the replacement, pretending to be a version of the original, no one would bat an eye.

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That’s what I got! What do we think of this short blurb?

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[candiirabbitart]

I think its so cool that you have your work in so many stores! Do you have any tips on how to get art into a local storefront? I've been wanting to do it and cold called two businesses once, one straight up said no and the other seemed interested until I gave my pricing (maybe it was too high? idk). I have keychains and stickers that would go well in game shops I feel like

Thank you so much! I am actually quite lucky to live in an area where there are many opportunities for independent artists like myself.

I actually have been rejected by a few places, and I tried contacting a store with their applications open THREE times and never got a response, and even tried my local manga shop that sells a variety of anime and japanese culture goods but they said they currently had no intentions of working with local artists. So you're not at all alone!

There are SO MANY places nowadays that are open to artists. Small business, bookstores, coffee shops, cafes, comic/manga/game stores, nerdy stores, artist collectives, markets, conventions, galleries.

Try to get connected with artists in your area, they might know of places and things you've never tried. please make sure you have a portfolio ready to show ANYONE that includes your main focuses and best works. If you're going in person, please bring some of your products to show as examples.

Please make sure you have bio/description of your brand/services ready to go "I am candiirabbit, a self-taught illustrator. Creating cute and whimsical art in a nostalgic retro anime style. Pulling inspiration from rabbits, jfashion, magical girls,  and fairy tales, I make a variety of goods and art that celebrates the magic in life." you want to make sure you use descriptors that encompass your style, products, themes, etc to make it easy for them to understand quickly what you're offering.

Some places will have you rent a space with possible extra commission fees. (e.g. $25/month + 10% fee on sales) Some will go by consignment, which will be you get the majority of your sales, while the store keeps whatever percentage you've agreed on. (e.g. 60/40) Some will buy wholesale, so you will make your money upfront in that purchase, but it might not be as much as other routes, but it is a guaranteed sale.

People recommend AROUND 30-50% your retail price is general wholesale price. This will differ from person to person, you decide. Please make sure you know what your production cost is so that you are not losing money. (e.g. $10 production, $20 wholesale, $30 retail) This helps to make sure you're still making money even through wholesale, especially if you have a lot of expenses in your art business. Please make sure you have a list of wholesale prices ready IF YOU ARE OFFERING WHOLESALE. Generally people will have a minimum purchase for wholesale like $100+.

There is another option if you don't have many places in your area. Some collectives and stores will have artists from out of state or another country mail their goods to them. Usually I find that these places will be VERY strict with quality and theme/aesthetic/styles, so please be aware of that.

Some places will have you creates your own set up and displays. You might even have to package and label your own goods in a professional way. And always remember business cards!

I hope this was helpful, please reach out if I missed something! Good luck and have fun!

[written-in-the-stars3]

Ink

fandom: genshin impact

characters: wanderer (goes by hajime) x yuuki (OC)

prompt: tattoo artist au + modern day au

commission for @nulclear! thank you for your support ♡ ♡

When she first walked into the shop, Hajime’s initial thought was that she was lost and walked into the wrong place. Such a petite and delicate looking girl like the one in front of him seemed like the last person who would walk into a tattoo shop on purpose— though, with all the different people that Hajime encountered every day, maybe he shouldn’t be too quick to judge her.

“Can I help you?” He asked as she approached the front desk, a gentle smile on her face as she gave a dainty nod.

“I was hoping to get my ears pierced,” she answered, tucking her hair behind her ear to show off her bare lobes.

Hajime motioned for her to follow her to the back— with his coworkers being occupied with other clients, he might as well do it for her. Simple lobe piercings. He had done at least hundreds of them this past month.

“Sit,” Hajime gestured to a stool as he brought out his equipment, making sure to sanitize her lobes before making little markings where the piercings would go.

It didn’t go unnoticed the way she tensed up as he took a hold of the needle. “Ah… does it hurt a lot?” She asked, fidgeting with her sleeves.

Hajime had to contain his laughter— not that he found her state to be funny but rather adorable. “What’s your name?”

“Yuuki…” The girl, Yuuki, answered.

A cute name for a cute girl. “Well Yuuki, you’ll feel a pinch, but nothing too bad,” Hajime reassured her. “Lobe piercings are the least painful in my opinion. Squeeze this if it hurts too much.”

Nervous customers were not new to Hajime who dealt with them on a daily basis, so he tossed her a stress ball which he caught with a surprised squeal.

Holding the ball between her hands, she gave Hajime the go ahead. She was still visibly nervous, so best to get it over with quickly.

“You’re going to feel a poke…” Hajime warned before piercing her lobe with the needle, not missing the way Yuuki’s face scrunched up from the sudden discomfort. “One more to go. We’re almost done,” he reassured her, replacing the needle with a piece of jewelry before moving onto the next lobe.

Yuuki shut her eyes almost immediately, bracing herself for the next poke and let out a soft squeal when she felt the needle pierce her lobe. She could have sworn she heard Hajime chuckle and mumble something along the lines of “cute…”

Upon opening her eyes, she was met with Hajime holding up a mirror— her ears visibly red but decorated beautifully with two brand new silver studs. “What do you think? Worth all the poking, hm?”

Yuuki gasped, eyes sparkling as she took the mirror into her own hands to admire her newly pierced ears. “Oh, they look beautiful! Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing,” Hajime shrugged, a small smile on his lips as he discarded the materials. “Just make sure you clean it from time to time so it doesn’t get infected, alright? Wouldn’t want all that to go to waste.”

“I’ll be very careful!”

☆~✩~☆

It was a couple days later when Yuuki returned to the tattoo parlor and once again was greeted by a rather surprised Hajime by the counter.

“Don’t tell me your piercings got infected already.”

Yuuki giggled softly. “A-Ah no… they are healing just fine,” she flashed him a gentle smile. “I was actually hoping to get a tattoo this time.”

Hajime raised an eyebrow. “A tattoo, huh? That’s rather bold,” he teased and gestured for her to come take a seat. “What did you have in mind?”

“I ah.. I was hoping to get spider lilies on my wrist maybe,” Yuuki answered, a soft blush on her cheeks as she pulled her sleeve up to show where she wanted the design.

As if she could not get any cuter. “Yeah sure. That seems reasonable,” Hajime nodded towards her.

After a little bit of brainstorming, the two finally decided on a design and started the process. Yuuki seemed visibly tense, her other hand clenching the armrest of the chair as she watched Hajime prepare the ink.

“A-Ah.. i-is it going to—”

“Hurt?” Hajime cut her off, leaving her flustered as she nervously nodded her head. “I won’t lie to you and say it’s painless. But I think it’s worth it in the end. You still wanna go through with it?”

Yuuki nodded without hesitation— she was already here with the design on her wrist, there was no way she was going to back out of it now. If she could get through getting her ears pierced, then she can most certainly get through a tiny little tattoo. It couldn’t be any more worse, right?

Wrong.

It hurt a lot more than getting her ears pierced. While that was quick, this took a bit of time— Yuuki found herself gripping the armrest like her life depended on it. She kept her eyes shut tight so she did not have to look at the needle continuously poking into her skin.

Hajime did his best to keep her distracted though— asking her questions, although she struggled to answer them. But, something about his voice helped her keep a hold on herself. It was soothing and almost made the discomfort of the needle tolerable.

“And we’re done,” it felt like forever before Hajime spoke the words and the buzzing sound came to a halt. “What do you think?”

Yuuki opened her eyes, the tip of her nose adorably pink and eyes watery as she looked down at the design on her wrist— so full of life and colors. “I-It looks beautiful… I love it a lot.”

Hajime smiled and reached over, brushing his thumb against her flushed cheek to wipe away the single teardrop resting upon it. “It was nothing. You did good.”

The reassurance in his voice made her heart skip and forget all about the pain she was in. Without a doubt it was all worth it in the end— not just for the tattoo, but also having Hajime be the one to do it and to hear his words of praise.

“Th-Thank you! You helped a lot. I’m going to come here all the time now!”

Hajime chuckled at her sudden enthusiasm, giving her a soft smile in return. “Sure. We’ll have you covered head to toe in tattoos soon enough.”

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hi I know this might not be the place to ask this question but I don’t really know where to turn to. I often worry about writing an accidental white savior trope because I’m writing about a girl who’s of color being raised by her white relative. And I was told this falls in the white savior trope and while I don’t want to change what I’m writing I feel like maybe I should become people are calling me a traitor or kiss up?

This is a question I would recommend asking to @writingwithcolor as they are far more qualified to answer. You might also look through their archives and FAQ to see if they've answered a question like this before.

However, I will say that I don't think a Person of Color simply being raised by a white person would fall under the white savior trope. I know people who were raised by white relatives or were adopted by white parents and they have happy, healthy relationships with the people who raised them. I would be more concerned that there is something about your portrayal which is sending up red flags for the people giving you feedback.

If I understand correctly (and I may not...) what creates the white savior narrative in fiction is when a white character gives help, support, or allyship to a Person of Color in a way that is self-serving, ignorant of things like history/culture/politics/or real needs, and in a way which centers the white character's story to heroify them at the expense of the Person of Color character's story,

And also, if you're trying to delve into the experience of being a Person of Color being raised by a white person, and you're not yourself a Person of Color, that would also send up red flags. As writers, we often delve into experiences we haven't had ourselves... none of us can say we've ridden a dragon, piloted a spaceship, or time traveled. And most of us haven't had meet cutes with secret royalty, owned a magical bookstore, or solved mysteries with the help of our adorably emotive cat. But these are just general experiences that any human could have. Where we have to be very careful is when it comes to experiences that can't technically be experienced by every human. For example, being a Person of Color being raised by a white person... that's an experience you can't have unless you're a Person of Color. So, if you're not, you have to ask whether you're the right person to write about this experience.

I hope that helps!

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[sergeantsporks]

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

💖 What made you start writing?

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

📈 How many fics do you have?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

I really love 7PM-9PM, because I tend to be really productive during that time

I started original writing when I was 12 because I just really loved reading and wanted to write something of my own. And also because I was sick and tired of the "girl character and guy character who hate each other and are always fighting get together at the end" trope and wanted to write something where the girl chose someone who she didn't constantly fight with. Fanfic, though, I started writing because I read a fanfic and was like "oh, wait, I can WRITE those self insert scenarios in my brain 'n let people see them! I didn't think we could do that!"

[Holds your shoulders sosososososo tightly] I love comments and feedback. They sustain me. Give them to me.

Hrmmmmmmmmmmmm, childhood friends to lovers doesn't really do it for me. I don't mind seeing it, I think it can be cute, I just don't think it's something that would worm its way into my writing. Idk, I don't really think of my writing in terms of "tropes" very often, so it's hard to say that there's one I'd NEVER do. Like, I might go "Hrm, the xyz trope" on its own but I wouldn't recognize it as that trope while I'm writing, if that makes sense.

Probably not. Idk enough about the legal yikes of writing fic for money to feel comfortable. That being said, my kofi is open...

YES. I love research. Research is one of my favorite parts. I love incredibly specific internet searches <3 <3 <3

In hits, it's Request, but I don't count that one, so in hits, second most popular is Gilded. By Kudos, its Another Shot at Life

I tend to do Christmas ones because they're fun! Lots of different traditions to pull from! And they can get silly Hallmark family endings. But I think one day I'd like to write a Halloween one, because I really love Halloween.

YES. There's currently an ask sitting in my ask box that's been there since April, and it holds a big old Gilded Plot Point, so I haven't published it. I'll answer it after I get there in Gilded.

[Grabby hands] Gimme gimme gimme please I will hang it up on my fridge and put it in my wallet. I love art of my stories, it makes me explode inside <3

...104 fics. That I can track down across various sites, there might be more.

There is somewhat of an outline in my head, but there's a lot of chunks that are just like "character bonding goes here!" and a lot of stuff gets planned on a chapter by chapter basis. Also depends how long the fic is gonna be. 3 chapters? I probably have the whole thing figured out. Six or more? Ehhhhh

Right now it's just Gilded, and a liiiiiittle bit of the "Hunter gets kidnapped to carve palisman" idea, but nothing really new.

Write it and publish it baybee. You get better by practicing, and in my experience, people will be really really nice! Even the very early stuff I go "EW" at now got comments about something people liked! And even if you don't get any engagement, keep going. You'll get there. You have to do stuff lots and badly before you get good.

Oh, you know it's Hunter Clawthorne Noceda Whispers Huntsman Deamonne. Also Hisirdoux Casperan, but that's on a rewatch basis and no longer so much on a writing basis.

[bluetooththereptile]

Hello! I wanted to know if you still have open commissions. since I have an idea of ​​Damián Platonic Yandere that always runs in my brain. How about a Platonic Yandere Damián for his nanny? She raised him for several years in the League, and managed to sneak her into Wayne Manor when he left with her father. He loves her so much and even wants her to be his stepmother.

OMG! It's so cute that I had to stop everything to write this down! Of course I can do it! I'm always am open for wholesome asks like this!

BTW I had to change some stuff on my own since I couldn't understand more than half of your request, sorry!

The moth and candle

Yandere Damian Wayne x fem reader x yandere Bruce Wayne

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Tw: mentions of abuse and injury

If years ago, when you were a young girl and stumbled upon a man hiring maids in the bazaar of Cairo, someone approached you and said you'll be trapped in a powerful man's grasp, not as a toy or a maid but as a lover, you would've called them crazy, and if they had told you your mistress's son was going to become yours, you would've hit them with a shovel, how could you take such a monstrous lady's son as yours? The baby would be going to have her blood in his veins, you'd never take a child from that bloodline, your master was going to haunt you forever if that was written in your fate!

But here you were, looking at your reflection in the mirror, touching the bandages on your face, thinking about the past 12 years. You had gone from a servant girl that had been used by her master and was forced into having his child, to a free person, now living your life away from all of those nightmares. You felt dizzy from all of the anesthesia circling in your bloodstream, but you had to see what your former mistress had done to you when you had tried to protect Damian from her mother, hitting her in the shin, only to be stabbed by her sword several times and your face gets mutilated by her dagger after she had knocked you out, but you had managed to gain your consciousness and punch her in the face, taking her down before fainting because of blood loss.

"Sick bitch..." you cursed under your breath, not having the ability to talk louder, your wounds were still fresh and you barely could stay conscious as you tried to hold the mirror in your hand. "Alright, ma'am now it's time to give me my mirror!" The nurse that was sitting beside your bed said, giggling, remembering her existence made you smile as you handed her mirror back to her with a low "thank you", receiving a smile from her. "You shouldn't stay up long, you need to rest you know..." She said as she tucked you in "Your son is worried about you, so make sure to take care of yourself and do as I and your doctors say okay?" She paused as she checked her watch "Speaking of your son...I think it's the time for relatives to meet the patients..."

You could hear the loud sound of steps, someone was running, and as you expected Damian showed up in the door frame "Mother!" He screamed your name as he ran toward you, but the nurse stopped him before he reached you "Wait, young man!" Damian glared up at the nurse, making her chuckle "The way you are running you'll hit her in seconds...slow down...she just has  woken up!" Damian listened and straightened himself, which was a rare occasion for him to care about someone telling him what to do, he impatiently looked at you, and as soon as the nurse's hand was taken away Damian was on your side, his hands grabbing the sheets on your bed.

You could see him bite his lip and take deep breaths to control himself so the nurse could leave and as soon as the nurse left, Damian's eyes turned glossy, tears forming in his eyes and he let himself cry with a loud sob as he lowered his head, you moved your arm to pat his head, and your cold hand rested on his hair as he now held the hem of your medical gown between his fingers if it was not because of your wounds he would've hugged you tightly already. He put his hand on yours as he kept crying, letting loud sobs ease his frustration. You were alive, with him there, it almost seemed like a dream!

"A-Amah..." Damian managed to say, calling you like the way he had done since the time he had learned to speak, your fingers touched his hair and ruffled it a little bit, your heart clenching at the way he looked at you, relief, sadness, anger, frustration, and pain, you could see all of that in your boy's eyes, and it warmed your heart to see how much he loved you, the wet nurse that has taken her duty to another level, raising her mistress's son with full devotion. "Amah...I was scared!" He said as he burst into tears again, no one, even his father had seen the boy break down like this as he held your hand with both of his, keeping it on his head like a sacred object, "I thought you died!" He managed to say, and all you could do was to watch and listen, you couldn't say a word to him, you were too tired to do that.

You sighed as he put your hand down and kissed your knuckles, pressing your palm on his cheek, melting at the feeling of your touch. He let out a sigh of relief, now knowing you were not going to leave him. He was always afraid of losing you, that was why he had an argument with you on the night of his father's annual ball when you had told him you were going to leave him for a while, just to go and find your child that was taken away from you at birth. That night Damian had felt his fear become real, that was why he had started yelling and lashing out and locking the door on you, if other maids had not found you, you would have been locked in your room till morning. And after that, you had to explain to the butler, Alfred, why you couldn't do your duties as one of the maids.

Damian loved you more than his real mother, even when he lived with Taliah he always looked forward to meeting you, he liked to share his food with you after his hard training when you wiped his wounds clean and nagged under your breath about how reckless he was. His mom had told you you made his son weak and soft, and you had taken so much whipping for talking back and saying that she was treating him like a weapon and not a real child. He watched as his mother hit you with her staff, having nightmares of you getting hurt. Taliah was jealous of you taking away what was hers, and still, he thought of him as a weapon.

That was why when he left his mother he sent you a pack of money and fake identification cards and visas, and you ran away, moving to the US to get to Gotham, seizing the chance to get to work as a maid in the Wayne Manor. You could still feel the rush of joy when you locked your eyes with Damian as he was having his breakfast, the boy hardly could keep himself from running to you and hugging you tightly.

"I'm alright..." you said, smiling as he put sat next to you, looking at you closely, you noticed he was looking at the scars on your face and it made you feel a little uncomfortable, now knowing you wouldn't look good as you used to. "Amah?" You looked at him again, letting him know that you were listening. "Now I know why you told me to story of the moth and candle...you're my moth!" You couldn't help but let out a gasp of surprise, the reality of his confession hitting you hard.

"Once upon a time, a moth who loved the sun flew in the night, it couldn't find its beloved but suddenly, a light caught its eyes, it was a candle's, it flew closer and closer to the candle, flying around it, twirling in happiness it started to sing for the candle about how much it loved it's light, but as the moth moved closer it's wings burnt and soon it died, falling with its wings burnt, but it died happily because it had found it's beloved."

You heard someone knock on the door, and your gaze moved towards the door, where Bruce Wayne was standing with a smile. Damian sniffled as he held your hand tighter, not caring if his father was seeing how soft he has grown, you were his real mother so he didn't mind that. "Glad to see you awake Y/N..." your heartbeat turned faster, the monitor beeping more, making Bruce's smile turn warmer, he could still the night of the gala, when he had pulled you to an empty hallway, confessing his feelings to you, earning a harsh slap from you and made him even more interested. He knew that you liked him, he had monitored you since the time you had come to the manor, knowing well who you were and what was your background. At first, he had thought of you as a double agent for the Alghul family, but no, you were there just for his son, and it amused him. You liked him, but you had thought that at the gala he was just playing around, using you. But then when Damian had said how much his father was interested in you, you were sort of relieved.

"Thank you for everything..." Bruce thanked you, his appreciation genuine. You nodded your head at that, Bruce put his hand on yours "Y/N..." he called your real name, leaning closer "I know I've said this before...but will you give me a chance?" He whispered, chuckling as he looked at Damian who was looking at you two with a pair of eyes that were filled with amusement and interest. You looked up at him, looking deep into his eyes, tangling your fingers with his, as you lowered your head, nodding. You couldn't see it but the way his eyes gleamed and that sick look on his face was not a good sign.

Bruce looked at Damian who was now smiling, his head on your thigh as you kept patting his head, he was happy to see you two finally get along, after all, he was the one who had drilled your name into his head and set Bruce's obsession of you! Bruce put his hand under your chin, raising your head gently. "I love you Y/N..." he said as he pressed his lips on yours, and you kissed him back as the monitor that kept your heartbeat in check beeped even faster. Now you were their moth...

[introloves]

commission for: @kattsamu, @chaotickatts thank you SO MUCH for being so patient with me my love, it means the world.

this is a commission, body type described, skin color also mentioned.

hard dom! sakusa + daddy! sakusa + impact play + praise + pet names + impact play + oral fixation + creampie + f! reader

— word count; 2.2k

he loves you. sakusa kiyoomi knows he’s in love with you when he reaches out to you past the first couple of dates, swallowing down the shake of anxiety with the thought of you possibly saying no, but you never do.

he knows he loves you when he finds comfort in the way he wraps thick arms around the warmth of your body, even on days where the distaste for any contact weighs heavy- he finds his way to you, wanting to bury a masked face to your neck right after practice, knowing you’re there with open arms. 

even past the fabled honeymoon phase- sakusa kiyoomi is still irrevocably in love with you.

now the both of you have settled into a pleasant rhythm. 

off days don’t come often, but they’re usually spent in your arms- that's what they are normally like anyways, but there’s something different to him this time around. 

he’s found something interesting.

he’s not normally a curious person, but seeing your screen propped up to a certain website certainly piqued any and all curiosity he harbored. twitter was normal, he knew you used it to post art, that wasn't what was so interesting. 

it was what was playing that had sakusa kiyoomi stop in his tracks. 

hearing you preoccupied with something else let him snoop for a second, his own face lighting up at the video playing- eyebrows shooting up with the content of the video, cock already twitching with the thought of doing all of those things to you.

he’s seen enough, quickly straightening up and making his way to you, plan already cooking up in his head, because if there’s one thing sakusa isn't, it's ill prepared. 

and now, he’s lulled you into a false sense of security, eager palms running down every curve, digging into the plushness, blunt nails curling into the warmth.

he eats up every shiver, every keen- he truly wonders how he’s never seen it before, wondering why he didn't read into the shy glances of eagerness when he digs his fingers in harder-

why he didn't connect the way your cunt clenches with vigor with each reminder to keep your eyes on him in the moments you get too lost in the pleasure. 

he thinks he’s the biggest fool for not being so adventurous, knowing deep down that the role you want from him is one he could step into easily. 

so he does, leaning down, lips barely pressing against the heat of your neck, tongue outstretched to lave a lick up the pale skin there. 

cock throbbing, heavy in his sweats while he curls his body down to meet your own- a whispered statement leaves him before straightening up- lips curling up in a knowing fashion at the absolutely flustered expression painting your already pink face. 

“w-what?” you question, trying hard not to squirm even more underneath him. 

he thinks it's really cute, watching your eyes regard him with worry. curls following gravity when he bends down once more, tickling your forehead, sloppy kiss pecked to your lips- huffing out a chuckle before coming away once more. 

“i know, sweet girl.” 

there’s a moment of crawling anxiety when you think back, trying to decode if there’s anything you’ve been hiding from him, because surely he’s not talking about the needs, fantasies, wants you have. 

you’ve kept them tempered down for now, knowing that it’s still too early to spring things on like this- but with the way he’s regarding you, dark eyes pinning you back onto the bed with intensity, you’re not too sure. 

“k-kiyoomi, i don't know what you’re talking about.” you whisper, hands coming down to push against his chest, wanting to run away with the thought, but all he does is catch your wrists- pulling up your hands to lay pretty above your head, fingers on one hand easily capturing both, the other resting right between both tits- slowly crawling up and up. 

“mm, i saw- you left a porn video up... and i saw.” he nearly purrs, cooing at the way you finally squirm, head tilting up against the bed when his hips come down to rub onto the heat of your cunt- grunting at the way your legs kick around him. 

“‘omi-” 

you want to shy away, but he doesn't let you- clearly enjoying the reaction you’re giving him. 

sakusa tsks at the nickname, the slow crawling hand finally reaching your neck, pinching any words or thoughts before he even puts any pressure to the sides of your neck. 

“daddy-” he interrupts, eyes wide with eagerness at the cry you give him, letting you wiggle underneath him before grunting out your name. “i’m your daddy pretty girl, always have been- ‘ts a shame i had to learn what you wanted from a twitter video first.” kiyoomi grunts, giving the hands wrapped up in his a push into the bed, stern reminder to keep your hands there. 

“getting that sweet pussy wet from a nasty little video, when i’m right here-” his eagerness feels like it's teetering over; wanting so badly to have you, wanting to prove to you that he can give you what you want. he brings his hands to the waistband of your underwear, swiftly tugging it down- throwing it carelessly to the side, reaching for the band of his own underwear and getting rid of them too- just a glance at his cock you can see how hard he is, the thought of indulging you in what you crave is nearly too much for him. 

his cock is a pretty pink, deeper at the head. glistening in the light available to you both, thick veins crawling up his length- he only looks at you with lidded eyes, lips parted slightly to pant while he strokes himself. 

your silence has his lips curl up in a kind smile, hand reaching down to bite the pads of his index and thumb on either side of your face, making you look at his dark colored eyes instead of his cock. 

even with the way he's gone stern, there’s still the edges of him rounded out for you- still finding his heart beat in excitement at seeing your cunt, wet and clenching for him. 

he thinks it might be too much to prolong this any longer, so in a swift move- his thighs knock against your own warm and thick ones, slotting his lean and muscled body between the cushion. 

bending his body down to meet your lips, tongue swiping along the pout of your lower lip, sucking noisily while he guides himself to meet you. 

it’s always an effort to take him, but with the newfound eagerness you’ve unknowingly brought sakusa, he wastes no time in sinking his cock down to the hilt in one smooth thrust. 

lips still messily slotted against your own, he swallows up that cute little moan you give him, hands tingling with the effort to keep them off of him, and of course he notices it. 

heavy breathing only heard while the two of you get accustomed to his length, he pulls away just enough to hungrily grunt- hiss that you can go ahead and touch him, voice near warbled with the way it feels to finally be plunged into your cunt. 

“be real sweet about it-” he grunts, stopping any movement of your hands to his body, letting you nod and gaze up at him with pure want at the instruction. 

“mm, ‘ts my good girl.” sakusa grunts, hips stuttering against you when the warmth of your palms meet his neck, fingertips curling up into the already damp curls atop his head. 

the soft whines you give him, your hips already starting to wiggle against him have his eyes shut momentarily. 

he can’t help it- everything about you is just so intoxicating to him, every squeeze your cunt gives him brings a soft grunt, deciding that you're a sweet girl, you can take the first, hard slap of his hips down onto your own. 

and you do, fingers holding onto either side of his head pressing down with it. wasting no time, wanting to hear the sharp slap of skin against skin- he brings his cock back into you, balls squished down onto your ass with the force of it, body crumbling down towards your own. 

glazed eyes meet your own, keening with the way you react at every hard, body trembling thrust, thinking to himself that it’s a shame you’ve kept quiet about wanting to be fucked like this, thick, muscled forearms resting onto the bed by your head, whispering soft coo’s of, ‘it’s okay-’ ‘you’re taking me so well.’ 

you need the reassurance, unable to keep your body still under him, squirming with every jiggle of your tits and stomach and ass- all from the force he’s fucking you with. 

it’s nearly too much and you try to keep still, you do, but he’s never brought his strength down onto you, crushing the air right from between your lungs thanks to it. 

sakusa can only look down, trying to bite back the gentle reminder to keep still, knowing it won't get to you with how hard he’s sinking his cock back into your leaking and pulsing cunt, so he resorts to a way he now knows that will get your attention. 

he pulls away near completely, watching you gasp, trying to reach up and take him back- but he keeps his course, hand coming down to reach your thick thigh, tugging it up and over- bicep curling as he does, keeping his cock inside you while he turns you over, immediately reaching down to hook hands into your hips, helping you perch your knees into the mattress. 

“poor baby-” sakusa grunts, bringing his cock back into you even harder this time, hardness of muscle digging into the fat of your ass- hand reaching back, tips of his fingers coming down onto the already jiggling skin, nearly laughing at your reaction- 

he sees your body tense, feels a gush of arousal leak down his balls at it, watching your ass turn red from the impact before bringing another harder slap. 

“already fucked dumb- arent you?” 

he coos, and of course you can't answer, tongue heavy with lust, eyes crossed as your cheek squishes onto the bed- but that doesn't stop him from hissing out an,

“answer me, brat.” 

the call forcing you to turn your head, legs helplessly twitching, already on the precipice of a blinding orgasm, all thanks to his unending pounding of your pussy. 

“y-yes! daddy-” you sob, hands twisting helplessly into the bedding, whole body once more seizing, unable to breathe when you finally cum, all joined with another slap to your ass, no longer hearing the slap of his hips to your own while you do. 

sakusa stops for a second, just a second to really take in the sharp arch of your hips, the pretty, sharp scream tumbling from your lips while you squeeze his cock. 

it takes him squeezing his eyes shut for just a second, hands still digging into your sides while you shake to keep his own orgasm down, barking out a- “you should see your face.” through a tight clench of his teeth, lilting tone nearly laughing with your whine calling back as a response.

he cant help but look at the way your mouth drools onto the bed, reaching to slide two fingers into your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue, urging you to, “suck” with frenzied eyes when you do. you’re so good for him, of course you would.

he leaves heavy digits into your mouth while he lets your body twitch, groaning with every sweet suck you give him.

he waits patiently for his own turn, waiting until you stop squeezing, until the shake of your body comes down enough to resume his own pursuit to cum, wanting you to be fully aware while he shoots his cum inside you. 

hand landing heavy on the curve of your back to push, wanting you nice and pliant for him, and of course you can’t do anything to oppose him, too tired from a blinding orgasm, only able to coo and listen to the even wetter snap of hips down onto your own- 

eyes zoned onto the strings of your cum attaching his pistoning hips to your own, he knows he won't- can't last long. 

but it’s all okay, slowing himself down enough to whisper one more command-

“mind your manners, and say thank you.” 

sakusa grunts, smooth strokes coating his cock completely with your wetness, twitching with every squeeze. 

your eyes shut tight, still sensitive- letting him have his way with you, and just like he says, spurred on by the final, bone jolting thrust he gives you- he seals himself against your hips to let his thick cum paint every inch of you- you call back, words mixing in with his huffed grunts-

“t-thank you- thank you daddy.” you coo, waiting for him to give you everything, everything he has before letting himself join your twitching form. 

“mm, you’re welcome my sweet girl.” 

he whispers, spent- his own body weak, all with the way you make his heart thrum in his chest. 

sakusa kiyoomi knows he’s in love with you, when he swears he’d bring the stars, and moons, and sun down the sky- he knows he is when he’d do everything for you, finally wrapping strong arms around your form, tucking his face into the heat of your neck- lips finding the quickened pulse of yours and leaving loving kisses there, all while he makes sure you’re satisfied.

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Hangover - Tim Roth x Reader

Thank you for the commission @bloodandglittertastessobitter! Hope you love it.

Contains: Daddy kink, rough sex, semi public (kind of).

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The music in the club distracts you from your voice of reason, desperately urging you to take it easy on the drink in your hand. This is your third, and despite what the rumors say, alcohol doesn't make anyone look any better. You hadn't seen one man you had found attractive all night, and you're close to giving up. You had been into the idea of dancing tonight to forget about life for a while, but a little something extra is always nice too.

You almost spill your drink from some faceless dancer nudging you. When you turn, she nods toward a dark booth in the corner.

"He's been looking at you all night."

You follow her line of sight to see a man staring you dead in the eye. The surprise of meeting his gaze so suddenly almost forces you to look down, but something holds your mutual eye contact in place. He looks like the cat who got the cream now that you've noticed him, a smirk growing on his face. His posture tells you everything you need to know about the man-- cocksure, his legs open in a lazy sprawl. He's considerably older than you, with a little bit of silver in his blonde hair.

"Who's that?" you shout over the music.

"Don't know," the girl shouts back. "I don't typically take names when I arrive at the club." Well, with that answer, you figure you're on your own tonight. You'll have to find out for yourself. When you turn back to face the stranger however, he's not in the booth; all that's left is an empty whiskey glass. Before you can complain about the loss to your friend or set off on a drunken venture to find him, you've forcibly added to the dynamic mosaic of dancers on the main floor, weaving in and out of people to the music. Every time you close your eyes, you can see his half lidded ones trained so intently on you. He must be interested; that's why he had been staring in your direction. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, jumping on the first chance at something exciting tonight.

You lose yourself momentarily in the music, feeling hands on you as you're passed through everyone like the rest of the dancers are. You start to move to the beat, until you feel someone's hands rub up your arms. Your eyes open to look into blue ones.

"Hello, love," the man grins. "Looking for me?"

You focus on him. Of course, it's the man from earlier. "As a matter of fact, I was," you smile, dancing a little closer. You take his hands, moving them higher. "My tits are up here."

"Fuck me, you're forward." His hands travel back down your waist to your hips, thumbs circling the skin deftly. "I normally don't go for someone so..." he cocks his head, "Out of my age range. Even if you do have amazing tits."

"I'm older than I look," you assure him with a wink, and he smirks.

"You sure about that, love?" You slip into his personal space, tilting your chin up to him.

"You wanna check my ID?"

"I trust you," he responds, tugging you closer. From the way he's grinding against you, you're convinced he wants to get in your pants. That's fine with you-- you had worn cute panties tonight for this reason alone, and this guy was daddy material. The idea of him treating you like his babygirl dizzies you, and your ass drops deeper down to the beat. What would it feel like if he spanked you? Tugged your hair? Came on your face? All questions you'd love to discover the answer to. You finally feel a tug of thirst-- the tipsiness feels good now that you have someone to channel the good vibes into.

"I'm gonna break the cliché, and go buy us some drinks," you say, turning away. You've already got an idea of what he drinks from what you saw before: whiskey or scotch, something amber on the rocks. The man takes your arm however, tugging you back, and closes a bill into your palm.

"Sorry, love. Can't let you do that." Rolling your eyes, you accept the money and head over to the bar. He can pay if he wants-- one step closer to a sugar daddy, you think to yourself with a grin. You order the drinks, leaning against the bar. You can feel eyes on you, so you turn. To your left, someone has made themselves comfortable. A younger man. Sighing, you can already tell he's going to be a problem. Just as you're preparing yourself for his inevitable pickup line, you feel hands on your shoulders.

"Can she help you with something?" your older stranger asks from behind you. The younger guy seems startled at first, then scoffs.

"Was I talking to you?" he asks. You freeze, and wonder if punches would be pulled. Evidently, your beau of the night isn't the muscular type; he's better with his tongue.

"Sounds like you were talking out of your ass, actually," the older man says, smiling. "Now back the fuck off, yeah?"

"Wha-- what gives you the r--?!"

"He just got out of jail," you tell the younger guy. "I wouldn't get on his bad side." Your stranger gives your shoulders another rub as the guy finally backs off.

"Good one," he whispers in your ear. "Come on. Too many people down here." He dives back into the crowd, and you lose him again.

You look around, and notice a staircase to the rooftop. There's a pool up there, and more bar service. You hold your drinks up over the heads of the crowd as best you can so as not to jostle most of them out on your way, and finally make it up the steps.

You find the man leaning over the rail, looking down at the city below with a pack of smokes in his hand. Approaching, you bring the drinks over.

"Ditched me."

"You? Never," he vollies back, and offers you a cigarette. Declining, you instead lean over the rail with him.

"I'm Tim by the way," he mentions, lighting up. You eye his fingers as he rolls it around between them, wondering what they would feel like inside of you. You can't help the giddy smile that spreads at the thought.

You introduce yourself as well, and jump to the burning question you'd been wanting to ask since you informally met Tim.

"What were you thinking of when you were staring at me earlier?" you ask him. He hums.

"Was thinking of how that sweet cunt would feel burying myself into it," Tim replies nonchalantly. Your breath hitches.

"Now who's the forward one?"

"You've gotta be with a girl like you, I think," Tim smirks. "You're a devil, you are."

"You barely know me, daddy." It's his turn to suck in a breath.

"Mm. I can tell by the way you move your hips you're trouble." He forgets his cigarette at his feet as he cups your face. You lean into the feeling as he guides your lips in for a kiss, his tongue sweeping gently along your bottom lip. He grunts softly as his hand rubs down beneath your skirt and lifts you up by the thigh, feeling up the waistband of your panties and encouraging you to grind. He bares his teeth through the kiss, growling your name with a heated curse against your lips. He finally breaks away, running a hand through his silvery blonde hair with a chuckle.

"You gonna be around this club next weekend?" he asks.

"Why don't we take advantage of tonight?" you ask, pouting your bottom lop ever so slightly. "The fun doesn't have to end here."

"It doesnt have to, but it's going to. I'm tired as all hell and I've got work tomorrow, love. A lunch meeting. Need my wits about me."

"You mean you don't want to wake up tomorrow morning with my clothes tossed all around your place?" you purr, leaning your hand against his chest. He bites his lip.

"Knew you were a little devil, hey? Can't wait a week, can you? Too much of a slut. Figured." You gasp, fingernails digging into his shirt. He gives your ass a light smack. "'Fraid you'll have to wait, all the same. No touching either, yeah? I'll know if you do."

With a wink, he's off.

With a promise of meeting up again at the club a week away, you're not sure you can stand waiting until then. Even just the kiss had drawn something out from deep inside of you, and it demanded to be satiated.

You wake up, flipping onto your stomach in bed. You grumble to yourself, rocking your hips down in your half asleep state. It's depressing and more than a little disappointing that Tim isn't currently beside you or behind you, spooning you, nudging his hard on into the small of your back. You whine into your pillow, rocking down again. You wonder how big it is, and again feel a tug of regret at not getting him in bed. Good things come to those who wait, and you wanted to be a good girl for Tim... but fuck, the memories of him grinding against you coupled with the lingering sensation of his lips on yours last night are testing your resolve. He said he would know if you touched yourself. How would he know? You stifle another whine in your pillow, petulantly rolling your hips down against the mattress. Slowly, you slide your hand down, and begin to rock against the heel of your palm. Your eyes roll back at how good it feels-- not as good as Tim's cock would have been, but it's something.

You imagine your fingers are his as you lay on the pillows, spreading your legs. You think of his voice rasping in your ear all that he’s going to do to you, how he can smell how horny you are for him, so sweet, how much he wants to leave marks all over your fucking body--

“Tim...” you sigh, biting your lip. "Daddy... yeah." Your finger moves faster, and you use your other hand to dip into yourself ever so slightly, curving perfectly as you can tell he would. You add a finger, and arch up off the bed, rubbing even faster. “Please… I need you,” you whisper. "Tim..."

You sit up slightly, hugging the pillow to your chest, and feel the effects of your hangover hit all at once. You had forgotten upon waking up how much you drank the night before. You gently ease yourself back down, moaning out mumbled pleas to no one as you continue your grind without your fingers inside. You think of Tim instead, trying to picture the bulge in his pants and what it must have looked like last night while kissing you. Fuck, you should've touched it. Just as you're about to cum thinking about his dick, it hits you.

"Shit," you mutter, checking your phone calendar on the bedside table. Lunch with your parents today! You had almost forgotten. They live on the other side of town, so you'd better get there in time or you'd hear it from your mother.

After groggily making your way over to their place, you head inside with little more than the coat you had grabbed on your way. Lunch with your parents was hard to coordinate on the best of days, since your mom was always busy with one thing or another and your dad is away on business so many days of the year.

Your mom greets you with a hug, and you hug her back, trying to evade her squeeze. Your head is still pounding from the alcohol last night and she tends to cut off your circulation with those.

"Hey sweetheart," your dad smiles. "Glad you could make it. Hope you don't mind, but I had a little business to discuss with a colleague of mine. Business carried over, and he's joining us for lunch." Your mom rolls her eyes, taking the bottle of white wine from you.

"I tried to tell him to leave work at work, but as usual, he wouldn't listen."

You laugh. "I don't mind. Where...?" You forget your question as you walk into the living room. There, sitting in one of the armchairs, is the man from the club last night. Tim. He's rubbing his temples, suit buttons undone down his chest. He gives you a salacious up and down, before finally looking past your everyday dress and recognizing you.

He looks surprised, and the widening of his eyes is only hampered by the obvious ache in his head that causes him to squeeze them shut.

For some reason, it brings you some level of amusement that he's feeling the hangover too.

"Dad, do you have any aspirin?" you ask softly, not breaking eye contact with Tim. Instead, Tim tosses you a bottle he obviously brought with him.

"Long night?" he drawls.

"Cut short, actually," you nod cheekily, taking the pill, "I would've preferred if it lasted longer."

"Shame," Tim smirks. "Guess you had somewhere to be." Your mom seems confused by your rapport with the older man. Your dad steps in.

"This is Tim Roth, my colleague in finance. Tim, this is my daughter." You've got to put on a show for the sake of this lunch.

"Very nice to meet you, Tim," you say, extending a hand. He gives it a squeeze, eyes glinting as he looks up at you.

"Likewise, love." You retract your hand, hoping it doesn't show how aroused you are from that look alone. Your mom clasps her hands together.

"Well! Let's all sit down for lunch, shall we?"

You suppose it's a good thing that Tim hadn't been seated across from you. He would have likely been making obscene gsstures the whole time and encouraging you to play along with your parents right there, which would have ultimately ended badly. Instead (for better or for worse) he had been seated to your left. Your parents sit across from the two of you at the dining room table, and don't waste any time striking up conversation with you.

"How are things at work?" your mom asks.

"Good," you reply, never willing to go much further than that with them. If they know too much of your business, it always comes back to bite you.

"And what have you been doing for fun?" your dad asks you. You give a small smile.

"Oh, you know. I go to the club sometimes." You can practically feel Tim's grin beside you.

"Which club?" he has the nerve to interject. You clench your jaw.

"The only good one in town."

"Mm. I've been there a couple times."

"Oh?" your dad asks, surprised. "Tim, I didnt know you were a dancing man." Your dad's colleague flashes him a smile.

"I don't go there to dance."

Your mother clears her throat, and you readjust in your seat. Just as you do, you feel his hand place on your knee. You freeze again, blinking. Shit. You don't have a very good poker face.

"How about your love life?" your well meaning mother asks. Although she is well meaning, it's a tired question, and now isn't the time you'd like to answer. Not with this guest present. You don't really want to answer anything right now, if you're being honest-- all you want is Tim to slam you up against the wall, cover your mouth with his hand and fuck you until you scream.

"Love life? Non-existent," you reply.

"Really?" Tim asks, "Pretty girl like you?"

"Careful," your dad chuckles Tim's way, "That's my daughter you're talking about." Tim smiles good naturedly, but you know what lies beneath his facade of friendliness.

"I've got other things than love on my mind at the moment," you retort, pointedly.

"Care to share with the class?" Tim teases.

"How about you?" you ask him, turning the tables. "Does your love life impact your work with my father?"

"You could say it has a certain effect on it," Tim tells you. "Or it could, anyway."

The oven dings. "The rolls are ready!" your mom exclaims, and you take a deep breath. Tim's hand squeezes your knee, and he feels a little higher. Just as your mom's bringing out the rest of the food, Tim's finger reaches between your legs to stroke down the middle of your silk peach panties. Of course you're wet, which only makes you blush harder. Now he knows your fantasy.

"Excuse me," you whisper, getting up from the table. Quickly heading down the hall where the others assume you're walking toward the bathroom, you duck into the guest bedroom for some air. Your breath hitches as you sit down on the bed, the comforter grazing your panties. Fuck... you hadn't realized you were this wet. Just the idea of Tim touching you under the table where anyone could catch on is enough to make you throb. To ease the ache, you bite your lip and give yourself a rub. They wouldn't notice if you were gone for 5 minutes tops would they?

Hoping the answer is no, you quickly slide your panties down to your knees, and groan softly as you tease one finger inside yourself. You imagine it's Tim's finger under the table, as it had been dangerously close to enacting moments ago. You dream of what would have happened if you had let him finish what he started.

A soft whine falls from your lips, pressed together, as you use your other hand to rub slow circles just above where your other fingers are.

"Daddy," you sigh. "Right there."

You hear Tim ask your mother if he could admire her decor in the other room, at least until you got back to the table. His footsteps approach. You should really close your legs and make yourself decent, but you can't bring yourself to. You want to give him the show he expects. The door opens-- he doesn't even knock.

"Look at that fuckin' display," Tim mutters, shutting the door softly behind him. He cocks his head, staring unashamedly between your legs with a lick of his bottom lip. "Someone need her daddy?" You lean back to rest on your elbows, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth again. He advances, pupils blown. "Right here?" He brings a hand down to give a long rub where your fingers had been, and you moan. He hums. "So wet, love. Have you touched yourself since last night?" You can't bring yourself to lie.

"I barely did, I promise. I didn't even cum."

"Naughty, naughty. What did I say? I said not to touch, yeah?"

"I'm so sorry, daddy."

"Sure you are. And now you thought you'd come in here and finish what you started? Think you'll get yourself off in time to get back to your old man? They'll start to wonder..."

"I think I need a little help, daddy," you breathe, and a moan slips out. Tim can't hold himself back after hearing that-- he reaches down to unbutton his shirt and you take over for him in a rush, his lips finally meeting yours in a dazed kiss that's far more urgent than the one last night.

"Need you," he whispers against your lips, mouth dropping open. He swears again as you bring your hand to his cock and flatten your palm against it through his pants. "Take it out, baby. Yeah. Wanna feel you touch it."

"Tim," you gasp, and his lips slip from yours to press hot, open mouthed kisses down your cheek to your neck, to your collarbone. "Touch me."

You feel his warm breath tickle your neck, and he reaches down with one hand to cup your right breast through your shirt. Letting out a gentle moan, you arch forward into him on the bed, and he massages the soft flesh, coaxing a louder noise out of you.

"You like it when you get all this attention from daddy?"

"Yes," you sigh. He hums, and moves over to massage the other breast.

"Beautiful." You release your bottom lip from your teeth to moan again, an airy sound that tells Tim you like what he's doing. He snakes the hand down to cup your cunt.

"Is this where you want me?" he snarls in your ear. "You need daddy here?" Your thighs clench around his knee, the struggle of your hands to touch him a reminder of your bindings.

"Please."

"Yeah," he breathes in your ear, "Turn around for me, darling. Gonna take you from behind like the dirty slut that you are." Tim handles you into place so that you're on your knees beside the bed, forearms resting on the comforter. He twists your hair around his fist, jerking your head back, and smooths a hand up beneath your shirt. "I'll pull out, yeah?"

You nod hurriedly, reaching back to grab for him. He grabs your hand and holds your arm against your back as he guides himself between your folds, teasing himself in the slick. "Oh, fuck. So wet for daddy, hm? Were you thinking of this out there? Bet you were."

"Shhh," you nearly sob, pussy clenching, "They'll hear you."

"They might hear their daughter getting wrecked by an older man, is that it?" He chuckles. "Your father's fucking friend. Such a whore." You whine, pushing your face into the bed to mask the noise. Tim finally sinks a couple inches into you, groaning. "That's right," he mutters, sinking deeper, "Fuckin' take it, love. So hard for you. Could've taken you at the club last night, but you waited like a good girl."

"Reward me, daddy. Let me cum?"

You push back, and the motion causes Tim to thrust forward on instinct. You let out a particularly loud moan at the pound, but Tim doesn't give you time to worry about it. He starts up a rough pace, pulling your hair back and slapping against your ass. He starts to grunt as the sound gets louder, slowing himself down so he doesn't cum before you do. Gently rotating his hips, his thrusts calm down to soft, deep pounds. The warmth of your arousal only grows by the change in pace, which soon picks back up again. The bed is beginning to creak as Tim loses it, and you suddenly become all too aware of the time.

"Make me cum, please, please," you whisper, gasping and digging your fingernails into the mattress. Tim groans.

"Cum on my cock, love. Wanna feel it. Wanna feel you soak me." Your eyes squeeze shut as Tim pounds in once, twice more, and you claw at the sheets as your orgasm hits you. Tim holds you down to the bed by the back of your neck, and the control he has over you only makes it better. When he's sure you're finished, he pulls out and jerks himself fast over your back. Surprising him, you slither out of his grasp against the bed, turn, and swallow him down. His jaw clenches as he fights a moan. You take him as far back as you can, swallowing around him, and he inhales sharply, your name on his lips like a breathless mumble. His head tilts back as you finally feel the first few spurts hit the back of your throat. When you're sure you've swallowed every last drop, you pop off and grin.

"Was I a good girl?"

"Ace," he sighs, ruffling your hair. "I'll be thinking of that when I'm in business meetings with your real daddy."

Tim returns first to the table, commenting on how beautiful the interior design of the house is. You return shortly after, lipstick applied again with the excuse that you were freshening up. Your parents buy it.

After a quick dessert (second dessert, if you count what Tim had to offer) you decide it's about time to head out. You say your goodbyes and hugs go all around.

"I can drive this one home," Tim says, nodding to you. You smirk at him after your parents are out of earshot.

"Going my way?"

He smiles back. "Planning on it."

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

A BNHarem Server Collab! Check out the other works here.

Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

[naturesapphic]

you wanted Tiffany requests and here I am!!! you could write one where Tiffany is in love with a shy girl (and the girl is in love with her too), but Tiffany thinks the girl doesn't feel the same, but in the end finds out it's definitely not that?

sorry for disturbing u and that's def okay if you can't do that. daily remember: you're an amazing writer 🥰

Too shy

Tiffany valentine x shy!fem!reader

Warnings: cussing and fluff

A/n: I hope it’s okay that I did a Headcannon with this, I couldn’t get an idea of how to fully write this so I just made this into a Headcannon. I hope you still enjoy it anon! :)

- Tiffany and you met when you were moving in into the trailer park

- you were very introverted and shy and Tiffany took notice in that and thought it was very cute

- she took a liking to you instantly

- she loves how shy and awkward you are

- it makes her feel more dominant and have control over you, not in a mean way, she just wants to care for you

- you started hanging over at her place a lot since on your first day here at the trailer park, Tiffany immediately became friends with you

- you couldn’t believe a cool, pretty, goth girl wanted to be your friend

- you started getting feelings for her very early into the friendship like Tiffany did

- as time passed, the feelings for each other became stronger and likeness turned into love

- y’all spent every moment together and when y’all didn’t, the both of you longed for the others presence

- Tiffany wanted to ask you out so bad but she didn’t think you liked her

- but that was far from the truth, you were deeply immersed with her

- so one day Tiffany got the courage to ask you out and it was the cutest thing to her was your reaction

- “y/n? Will you go out on a date with me?” Tiffany said nervously

- your face was beyond shocked and filled with surprise and Tiffany was nervous by it

- you finally snapped out of it when you saw how sad Tiffany looked

- “y-yes! P-please I w-would love to t-tiff…” you nervously stuttered out as a big blush covered your cheeks

- Tiffany was beyond happy and was jumping up and down as you kept blushing wildly

- “i-im sorry I d-didn’t s-say anything before t-tiff….you know h-how shy I am and I-I got scared that you didn’t f-feel the same. I-I couldn’t risk losing you…” you quietly said as you looked down at your feet

- she cooed softly and gently lifted your head up with her hands and looked deep in your eyes

- “you have nothing to apologize for doll. I know how you are and it’s okay! Im just glad I finally said something, don’t want someone else to sweep you off your feet.” She giggled out

- “Now. Go put on a cute dress on sugar. I’ll come over at your house in a few minutes to pick you up!” Tiffany said as she gently ushered you out of her house and gave you a big kiss on your cheek

- oh how glad you were that Tiffany got the courage to ask you out

A/n: I hope the anon and the rest of y’all liked it! and anon you never disturb me don’t worry! Thank you for your request and for your kind words

Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

[luvyanfei]

anon said. ooo a new blog! can you do confession headcanons where xiao, childe, and scaramouche react to reader confessing to them and the aftermath of it? thank you!  

a/n. xiao’s is kind of terrible ;; ue ue gomenasai

“i love you, [character’s name].”

SCARAMOUCHE.

huh? is this some kind of a joke? if so, it’s definitely not a good idea to mess with his feelings like this, especially when he also shares the same sentiment. scaramouche is almost impressed by your boldness. not everyone has the nerve to confess their love for a harbinger in front of their own faces, after all. when he’s hit with the realization that you’re serious, he secretly pinches himself to make sure he’s not in a dream.

the sharp pain that comes with his nails making contact with his flesh affirms that this is real. he stifles back a genuine smile, choosing to stay calm despite the bliss he’s currently feeling. “i guess it can’t be helped. hmph, you should be lucky i’m rather fond of you as well, [name].” he says that, but he’s the fortunate one to have successfully stolen your heart before others can claim you for themselves.

unfortunately, his time with you is quite limited due to his affiliation with the fatui, so any fleeting moments are captured in photos from the kamera to look back on. he secretly carries a picture of you while he’s out of town on important missions so that he won’t miss you too badly. he fondly looks at your still, yet smiling face to cheer him up after a tough work while everyone else is asleep. well, almost everyone.  

“hmm, who’s that in your hands, scaramouche?” childe asks, gesturing to the photo the harbinger is admiring fondly. scaramouche rolls his eyes to hide his slight embarrassment and hesitates a bit before he answers.  

“oh them? their name is [name], my... sibling.” childe almost gapes in disbelief as he looks at the blue-haired man in shock. 

“you have a sibling? why didn’t you tell me? they’re so cute!” the 11th harbinger squeals in delight, which honestly irks poor scaramouche. he scoots away to give himself some space as he tucks the picture in his pocket for safe-keeping. 

“you didn’t bother to,” he explains matter-of-factly. “now if you’ll excuse me,” he stands up from his crouched position and dusts himself, “i’m going to take a walk, alone.” 

he wanders through a dark forest and grassy fields, until he finds himself standing on top of a cliff, the moon glowing brightly above. he peers up at the twinkling stars in the sky and imagines you beside him, watching the breathtaking view together. humming an unfamiliar tune to himself, scaramouche muses over the past and replays your confession over and over again. if he could, he would respond differently than he did before. 

‘i love you.’ those three letter words echo in his ears like a melody and he allows himself to smile. 

“i love you too, [name].” 

XIAO.

he automatically perks up an eyebrow in confusion. what? is it just him or did you seriously admitted you love him? xiao stammers for a brief second, no words spilling out from his partially open mouth. what is he supposed to say? “thank you?” “i love you too?” 

when he pulls himself together, xiao shakes his head and frowns. his answer is clear and simple: no. you mortals don’t understand just how dangerous it is to get close with someone like him - a yaksha. drowning in the brink of debt and despair, he doesn’t need you to suffer all the same. the dejected expression on your face pains him to a considerable degree, yet he convinces himself, this is for your own good. 

since then, he avoids you like the plague in hopes that your feelings for him will disperse into flames. you deserve someone better, someone who won’t place you in harm’s way, someone unlike him. out of kindness, you still visit him from time to time while you go and do your daily commissions, but your interaction is heavily tense and an air of discomfort seeps through your gaze. why does his chest hurt as if he was impaled with a knife and so much more when you look at him like that? the thought of breaking down and revealing the truth that he’s also in love with you tempts him eagerly, but his pride and anxiety tides over his desires. 

you, on the other hand, is aware that xiao harbors feelings for you. you discovered this secret of his when you climbed the stairs to the spot on the balcony where he was to surprise him with a greeting, but your ears captured a faint voice in the night breeze and you couldn’t stop yourself from eavesdropping on the little conversation xiao was having with himself. he muttered about “rex lapis”, the fate of liyue, and etc. you were about to leave him to his own devices, but the next words he said stopped you in your tracks. 

“will [name] accept me if i say i love them? probably not, i suppose.” you left before he could spare a glance in your direction and a smile graced your features as you happily walked away. and being the persistent individual that you are, you inquire verr on why he’s acting so cold towards you, desperate to seek the answer you need. “xiao is, as you’re well aware, a yaksha who’s experienced hardships throughout his life, and probably lost loved ones along the way. i’m sure,” she turns to look at the setting sun in melancholy, “he doesn’t want to hurt anyone important to him again.”

you plan ahead of time for the best way to approach him without giving him any chance to escape. unfortunately, this is the only thing you can think of as you place a hand on either side of his head, trapping him between you and the wall. xiao looks at you curiously, devoid of amusement. he crosses his arms and frowns. 

“what are you doing?” your hands twitch and you chew on your bottom lip nervously before you explain yourself.

“i heard from verr why you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder, that you don’t want to hurt anyone important to you, but...” you trail off to blink back the tears threatening to burst. 

“it hurts, when you ignore me like this.” your voice is quiet enough that he needs to step closer to hear you. “it hurts how selfless you are. can’t you be selfish just once? i meant what i said and i’ll say it again. i love you.” 

xiao stammers, at a loss for words, before he starts sniffling and buries himself in your arms, crying out apologies as you stroke the back of his hair and gives a closed-eye smile. “it’s okay, xiao. i’m sorry too, for not realizing how much you’ve been suffering by yourself. you don’t have to carry the burden alone anymore,” you say, looking into his tear-filled eyes, “i will always be here with you, no matter what path you choose to take.” 

“even if that path may eventually hurt you?” he whispers in a cracked voice, fingers curling around your sleeves. you nod. 

“it’s worth the pain as long as i can hold you in my arms, like this.” he chokes out a bitter chuckle and wipes away the glistening tears. 

“i love you too, [name].” 

CHILDE.

the harbinger blinks his cerulean eyes once, then twice, and... you find yourself pulled into his arms, as his lips uplift into a jovial smile. “really? you love me? [name], i had no idea you held such deep admiration for me.” you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle as you wrap your own arms around his body, fondly reciprocating his affection.

he’s the fastest to accept your confession than the other two men. you’d bet he would scamper to where he’s staying at to tell every grain of detail to his adoring relatives. 

he writes letters to his siblings about your daily dates and the progress you two are making in your relationship. they tease him for the most part, but they’re happy that he’s found the love of his life and requests that he bring you along with him on his next visit. childe smiles in relief, content that they accept you already despite never meeting you and he asks you if you’d like to come with him to his home country where you can introduce yourself to his family. without hesitation, you agree instantly, eager to meet the siblings he gushes about. 

snezhnaya is colder than you thought, as you hug yourself to preserve your warmth, even with the layers of clothing wrapped around you. “we’re almost there, [name].” childe notices your trembling and rubs his gloved hands against your back. “sorry, it’s a bit chilly here, but please bear with me.” 

you nod and continue on. when a building enters your field of sight, childe stops and grins shyly at you. “this is the place.” breath materializes in front of you as he gestures for you to head on in. almost immediately are you greeted with a little embrace as a young boy wraps his fingers around your waist and grins up at you. 

“so you’re the one who big brother said he’s in love with? have you kissed before? when is your wedding?” the child bombards you with questions excitedly and a girl has to pull him away from you, tonia, you guess. 

“teucer,” childe scolds gently, a light blush colouring his cheeks, which does not go unnoticed in his siblings’ eyes, unfortunately for him. 

a wedding, huh? seeing the sparkle in your eyes, the laughter in your voice, and the warmth of your touch as you idly chat with his siblings makes him hope, that maybe in the distant future, he’ll brave himself to take the next step to further deepen your relationship, for he wants to be with you always. 

as he tucks away the last sleeping child, childe wanders in to your shared bedroom, surprised you’re still awake. “you really love them a lot, huh childe?” he nods seriously, as you pull him to lie down comfortably into bed. 

“but do you know something else?” his breath tickles your ear as he intertwines his fingers with yours, offering a meek smile. you shake your head and nuzzle closer to him. 

“i love you too, [name].”