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I uhm.. wellâŠhi? little post⊠I AM SO SORRY FOR VANISHING!!! (would love to promise, that this will never happen againâŠ.but, yeah...it could)
oh btw, I'm going to change my name to WORDLESS (thought it might be a little easier? kindaâŠidk man) and I deleted the commission post bc I got some strange mailsâŠwell yeah, that said, let's try to be a little more active now~
#You maybe can tell from a few upcoming drawings that I wasn't in a good mood ^^;;#the last couple of weeks/ months#but I'll try to get back to you guys#REALLY#urgh#don't know where to start#SO...#I'll have a little drawing for today and I'll probably change the header/profile pic in a bit#hope u all are okay#and that ya had/have a lovely day/night#TAKE CARE OF YOURSELFS!!!!#(it's so important)#you#YES YOU#drink some water... rn#I'll wait here <3#jo.babbles
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Girlies, we've made it
#ya gurl made it to helsinki :)#thus far i've just been incredibly stressed out but after a few good hours of sleep i think i'll be ready to take on this holiday#this trip has been my lifeline for literallllly 6 months#first time flying and staying in a foreign country on my own#i've been up since 3:30 and just had 4 shots of espresso in a really cute french café#also flat whites with coconut milk SLAP#the main train station kinda stressed me out#but it's a lot more chill around these parts so it's fine :)#will probs take a small walk in a couple of hours#also the guy at airport security in Berlin was so nice to me???#i think he thought i was having a panic attack which i almost did have but i didn't think it was that obvious haha#tried to do some class work in the café but BOY my brain is not in the mood for that today#but also what kind of task is 'write down questions you have about academic writing'#ma'am this is my 6th semester#off to a nap now#catch ya later nerds ( affectionately)
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this silly (but lowkey so REAL) comic about horror and s1 killer got me thinking thoughts. man..... stage 1 killer out on his way to do everything to go against s2's actions. you can't just tell EVERYONE not to trust you in stage 2 man they dont trust you either way!!! god,,,, and then horror just gets beat up because of what YOU suggested??? and killer's got the classic goofy ass grin on his face. bro probably doesnt even remember what he saiiiid but ugh,,,,,
mtt spotted on the second photo mtt best group. anyways i always like it when horror (and by extension dust) learn to pay attention to killer's stages. it doesn't even have to be for a sweet cute awww đ„șđ„ș reason like for keeping track of boundaries and how to deal with different killers. nah!!!! i just like it if they're more wary with 2,,,, learn to pay attention to stage 1 just incase he says anything important but not really rely on him because goddamn it whatever he tells them to do just backfires anyways. and then they dont even really need to pay attention for 3 they just need to GET THE FUCK OUT THE BOMBS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!!! SHIIIIT!!!!! 4? whats that? another stage? never heard of it aside from the other 3............ euagh
#oh ya this is by zyz800 on twt#horror's so cutie patootie in this one this comic gives off peak hrkl vibes even if it has nothing to do with it#listen if the trio could escape together they probably it's literally just that killer is too unpredictable to ever go with horror and dust#THE TWO PROBABLY COULD IF HE JUST AGREED..... BUT THEY CANT BECAUSE HE WONT FUCKING AGREE!!!!!!!#killer is singlehandedly the only thing keeping all THREE of them stuck in the gang and bro is dooming himself and his counterparts#they cant escape they might as well try the second best thing: distracting themselves through eachother#if all else fails a group suicide doesnt sound that bad. horror and killer will just have to drag dust down with them#group suicide and then killer just comes back. finally got rid of those bitches! i'm sick of their asses! and then he runs off to freedom#GO KILLER!!!! GO KILLER!!!! ESCAPE!!! ESCAPE LIKE NOBODY ELSE CAN!!!!!#i'm in such a good mood i did so much swapinverse work today#i finished vice.SER's full and summarized lore.... did some of crash's main facts!!! ugh!!!! so productive!!!!!#i had 5 days off last week and i literally only did stuff TODAY. THIS WEEK#3 days of no school and i did absolutely nothing.......... man#executive dysfunction is going to kill me one day i fear#is it even executive dysfunction i dont know but with how annoying it is i feel it can be called that#horror has no fucking idea what the hell killer's yapping about man. stages??? like for concerts??? why are there 3 of them??? he dgaf#where's dust in this comic. did killer try something like this with dust too. did it end up in the same ending#dust would probably never trust killer again if he was in horror's place in this comic thats prob why#but then again would dust make sure a rookie mistake like that? ive yet to know because i am not him#been listening to xxtha's mtt songs on loop since like 7 pm im in such a trio mood. this is great#i love being productive i love breaking out of the loop i love feeling like i'm real for this#tricule rant
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â âđđ â â đđđđđđđđ. the jjk men coming back home to their lovely housewife after a rough day at work <3
tags. satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna x housewife!female reader (separately). fluff, mostly smut. size difference for all of em. manhandling here n there. p in v -> unprotected. crÄampies. brÄÄding themes. half asleep when writing thisâapologies for any grammar errors
đ. đđđđđđ. dry humping, cĆ«mshot, reader gets called âangel, babyâ.
âmmmh.. ya smell like cookies,â satoru sighs as he hugs you from behind, lightly swaying your bodies back and forth in a romantic dance. you had jazz playing in the background while you were baking some cookies, completely relaxing in the comfort of your home.
you got somewhat startled when satoru first appeared behind you, his arms sneaking around your waist. you scolded himâthough were quickly soothed back into a loving mood when he kissed your neck and enveloped you in his embrace.
satoru canât help but to let his urges take over. having his pretty little wife in his arms in that apron he bought, is doing unspeakable things to his body. his hands roam all over your torso until they stop to fondle your breasts.
âno no,â your husband swirls his tongue around your ear as his hands squeeze your chest from underneath your shirt. âcontinue what youâre doing, angel. let your hubby do what he needs to do, âkay?â
youâre used to the usual routine by now; satoru coming home, spoiling you with either gifts, food or his affection before relieving his stress on you. satoru never leaves you sexually frustratedâever.
âkay,â you nod and just continue to work on the batter for your next batch of chocolate chip cookies. itâs difficult to concentrate when satoruâs warm breath sends shivers down your spine. his tongue slithers from your ear to your neck, unapologetically leaving hickeys. he always makes sure to give you them. youâre his and he needs to keep reminding you of that fact.
âfuck, baby,â satoruâs breath hitches once he feels your hips jolt back against his groin. his fingers brushing against your sensitive nipples was all it took for you to get worked up. you whimper his name under your breathâbody squirming in his arms.
satoru bites your earlobe gently, his own hips not able to stay still for another second. he rolls his lower body against yours from behind until you can feel the imprint of his hardening erection pressing against your ass. you grind back against him, to which satoru responds by tweaking your swollen nipples, âsuch a naughty fuckinâ wife i have.â
your husband is on the edge of just cumming into his pants without any shame. heâs done so before when in your presenceâthe dry humping always gets to him. itâs a weakness of his that he isnât good at hiding. he rubs his huge bulge right between your sweet and plump asscheeks, getting off from the feeling.
âgonna make me cum in my pants,â satoru whines and his slender fingers dig into the fat of your breasts even more. heâs needy for you, for every part of you. the fact that youâre sweet enough to accept what he gives you is driving him to the brink of insanity. he tries to stop himself, though to no avail, âshitâ donât wannaâ need to cum inside of yââ
a string of whimpers leave satoruâs mouth and his hips spasms against your ass, pressing you against the kitchen counter as he gives one last thrust forward. âmy god,â satoru breathes against your nape, his throat dry as he imagines that itâs your warm cunt swallowing every drop of his cum instead of his boxers.
you turn your head to look at satoru behind you. âare you okay, hubby?â you ask through soft breaths. the white-haired man shivers at your smooth voice which makes him press the bulge in his pants against your behind even tighter. you can feel a certain wetness starting to form on the front of your loverâs pants.
âyeah, totally fine,â satoru breathes out, trying to stay cool, calm and collected. heâs trying his best not to ravage you right now. heâs throbbingâblood flowing into his cock again already. youâre the only one who could trigger such sensual reactions from him.
satoru pats your ass a couple times, letting his wet tip rub against your folds through his pants;
âjust wish i couldâve bred yâr cunt instead. fuckâcan i? need to pump my pretty girl full before i go insane.â
đ. đđđđđđ. on the table top lol, reader gets called âsweetheart, darlingâ
suguru always makes a beeline towards you after he gets home. itâs tough being a cult leaderâhaving to âtreatâ people who come begging him for help. having to exorcise those curses that haunt those incompetent buffoons.
all of it is exhausting to the sorcerer. and what better way is there than to find solace in the presence of his stay at home wife?
âsweetheart,â suguru shows you that handsome smile of his the moment he steps into the living room, âneed some help?â his eyes dart down at you on your knees, manually scrubbing a spot underneath the couch that was hard to reach. his gaze is focused on the arch of your back, how your ass sticks up as you complain about youâre inability to reach that spot in the corner.
âno, âtis fine,â you sigh and give up. you sit up straight on your knees and finally look at suguru. you didnât expect him to stand so close to you in under a second, his hands reaching for you the moment he comes into your vision.
before you know it, youâre stripped from your shorts and panties. your back is on top of the nearest dining table and suguruâs standing right between your spread legs. he reveals his stiff cock after unzipping his pants and gives it a good few pumps as he looks you up and down, âiâll fuck the frustration out of you, yeah? donât you worry, darling.â
a win-win situation; suguru gets to take care of his needs and you get to forget about your exhaustion from all the household chores. your back arches off the surface and your eyes widen the second you feel his dick invade your tight pussy.
âmmh, yeahâ thatâs it,â suguru grunts, not able to take off his eyes from your wet folds as his cock disappears between them with each thrust. he starts off slow, allowing you to get used to the feeling of being stretched out, âyouâre doing so well. you deserve this and so much more.â you appreciate the little things your husband does to make sure you stay comfortable throughout the entire process.
âsuguruu,â you moan out his name, to which he responds with a short hum. your nails dig into his muscular back with every moveâeach time his tip taps that sweet spot deep inside of you. suguru kisses the inside of your upper arm before moving up to place a peck on your forehead.
âmhm, such a good little wife,â he sighs in content and fails to contain those noises of pleasure. you catch the faint grunts and moans that leave his lips between heavy breaths. suguruâs completely blessed to have you be his forever lover, âthank you for taking care of the house today as well.â
your stomach fills with butterflies because of his smooth tone. suguruâs calm yet hoarse voice ringing in your ears makes you want to burst already. the long-haired man punctuates his thrusts with pecks on your cheeksâkissing you after each slow yet harsh hip thrust.
your teary eyes meet his and youâre completely mesmerised by the way he looks at you. your husband is careful about the way he treats you, especially during intimate moments where youâre the most vulnerable.
though at the end of the day, heâs also but a man. seeing his gorgeous wife underneath him as heâs drilling into her will make him lose it. no doubt. all suguru wishes to do is to make that belly of yours expand with his loveâhis cum;
âhold onto me, sweetheart. iâm going to go a bit harder on you today, is that okay? yeah? good girl, take it for me.â
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. đđđđ; mating press, reader gets called âdoll, wife, ma.â
assassin work is not for the weak. you know it, toji knows it. he always comes back home late at night. sometimes he doesnât return home for days on end. youâre constantly living in fear that your husband may never return. even as toji reassures you that he will, every day.
âwere ya worried again, doll?â toji asks as he tries to console you. you had been crying, he could guess by the dried tears on your cheeks. itâs around three in the morning and he had returned from yet another mission. only to find you still up.
âyou promised youâll stop doing such dangerous work,â you hiccup, trying your best not to cry again. toji sighs and turns your face so he could look you in the eye. he canât help the tingle of excitement that runs down his spineâyouâre adorable when youâre upset, âi did, didnât i?â toji nods as his callused hand runs up and down your side.
he feels guilty every single night. heâs going to quit his job for your sake, though first, he has to save up some money that would last you a couple months. toji hates seeing you in distress about him and thus always tries to distract you.
by pleasuring you until youâre unable to think about nothing but him.
âiâll make it up to ya,â toji grunts the moment he has your legs up in the air, your body nearly folded in half underneath his bigger one. he loves this position solely because he can see every change in your facial expressions. âcâmon, wife,â the dark-haired man mumbles, his eyes glued to your bouncy breasts and pouty lips, âtold ya not to worry too much âbout me, yeah?â
you nod, knowing you should trust your husband. heâs never once broken his promises of coming back home to you. so, you simply let go and moan his name repeatedly as his tip kisses the deepest parts of your insides. âiâi trust you,â your tongue rolls out due to how well tojiâs pounding you into the mattress.
toji grins at the sight. just a couple thrusts and youâre goneâcompletely cockdrunk without a worry in sight. he lets out a moan at the way youâre holding onto him so desperately, like you donât want him to go. âfuck, keep that up ân iâm gonna knock you up, ma,â toji hisses. he canât keep himself from cumming right inside of your cunt if it keeps on squeezing him.
you canât even respond due to his thrusts knocking the wind out of your lungs. you can only babble about how deep he is and how youâd love to carry his kid. tojiâs on cloud nine as he hears you confess your desires to get impregnated by none other than him;
âmmh, donâtcha worry, âm gânna make you a momma soon enough. that way yâ wonât be lonely no more when iâm gone. gonna give you a kid so that youâll always have a piece of me aroundâheh.â
đ. đđđđđđ; heian era. degradation. cunnilingus. reader gets called âwoman, brat,â
all you can do when sukuna isnât around, is bore yourself to death. you hang out with your lady-in-waiting or with the cats walking around the estate. sometimes you go visit markets or other beautiful places right outside of the area, but thatâs all there is to it.
though, when sukuna returns from his duties, youâre always happily welcoming him back. youâre the first one to greet him and lead him to a place of relaxation. that place being your shared bedroom. sukunaâs hungry eyes that are focusing on the way your clothes fit around your curves tell you more than enough.
âwhere âs my dinner, woman?â the king of cursesâ deep baritone nearly makes you shake. you watch as he sits back against the headboard of the bed, his expression stoic yet amused. you know he doesnât mean real foodâhe means you.
youâre his dinner.
you take the hint and slowly undress yourself, a strip tease to make sukuna excited about whatâs to come. however there are more consequences to teasing him, as he isnât a person known for his patience.
âstop wriggling,â sukuna scoffs against your wet cunt not a minute later. your clothes are ripped off your body and your legs are wrapped around his head. you canât stay still when sukunaâs tongue is quite literally devouring you.
you moan out his name loudly, just the way he likes it. sukuna grins against your wet folds, letting the tip of his tongue roll up and down your slit while his thick finger lazily stimulates your clitoris. âgot a fuckinâ brat as a wife,â sukuna delivers a harsh slap against your sensitive cunt after cupping it with one big hand, âstay still, i said.â
you squeal at the rough contact. you attempt to listen to your husband, but your body doesnât allow it. your sticky thighs keep shaking and your hips keep jerking upwards against his mouth. his wet tongue slobbering all over your pussy is a clear sign of just how much sukuna looks forward to coming homeâto watch you beg for mercy when he goes too far.
âdelicious,â sukuna pants as he dives deeper into your folds, burying his entire face against your cunt. he sniffs your scent and simultaneously enjoys the taste of your wet juices. youâre all he needs after a frustrating day of taking care of duties back to back.
one of his hands brushes against your lower abdomen to keep you pinned to the bed. you grab the wrist of that hand and hold onto it for support. sukuna groans at the sight of you trying so hard to not cum on spot from his actions.
he speeds up the movements of his tongue and his big hand squeezes your tummy a little in the meantime;
âi think iâll go for a second round of dessert after this one, ey? whatâd ya think? wanna let everyone know that you, your cunt and your whole body is all mineâso iâll probably fuck ye so good yâre gonna be heard all âround the estate.â
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo smut#geto smut#toji smut#sukuna smut#gojo x reader#toji x reader#sukuna x reader#geto x reader
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becoming a better student âËâčâĄ
Prepare for your classes Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Wake up on time. We don't want to be stressed first thing in the morning, right?
Eat breakfast. So you will be able to better focus in class.
Assigned reading and homework. Make sure you are prepared for your classes!! :)
Review your notes. Going through some of your flashcards before class is really helpful.
Check your bag and charge your devices. Ensure you have everything you need: Books, homework, chargers, pens, water...
In Class Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Listen and pay attention. You can save yourself a lot of trouble by simply paying attention, trust me.
Take notes. My favourite note-taking method is the Cornell method; I can make a separate post on that!! <3
"Quick notes." If you struggle with note-taking, try taking quick and messy notes. You can clean them up once you get home!!
Engage. If you have any questions or don't understand something, make sure to ask!! Most teachers really appreciate students who speak up. :)
No distractions. Turn off your phone, no chatting, you'll be glad...
After class Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Finish your assignments as soon as you can. Go home, put on a cosy outfit, have a snack, and get working!! <3
Prepare flash cards. A great way of reviewing your notes, too... :)
Update your Study schedule. Write down any assignment and due dates, reading you must do, upcoming tests, etc...
Clean up your notes. Review them, highlight the important parts, and maybe even make them look cute!! :)
Don't avoid topics/Subjects you dislike. I know it is tempting, but you can't avoid them forever, so you might as well get them done
Structure and routine Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Goals and Priorities. Keep them realistic and manageable.
Time management. Having a set schedule makes studying less overwhelming; it takes some discipline but is so worth it!! <3
Develop a routine. Figure out what works best for you; I prefer studying in the morning or at night.
No "zero days". Even if you can only do a bit, do it!! NO. ZERO. DAYS.
Remember your goals. Dreams will keep you motivated; remind yourself of what you're working for!! <3
Self-care and balance Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Don't forget about your hobbies. You need to do things that make you happy, so make time for those things!!
Maintain a balanced diet. I know chocolates and junk are tempting, especially when you are busy studying all day, but you're not doing yourself any favours.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. 8 Hours. Non-negotiable.
Exercise regularly. Even if it's just a walk, put on some headphones, listen to music, and give yourself a break. <3
Care for your social life. Reach out to your friends, make plans, and keep in touch; a good work-life balance is critical!!
Romanticising Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Study dates. Meet up with your friends at a cosy cafe, discuss your work, and have some fun!! Studying doesn't have to be all serious all the time ;)
Silly Pinterest boards. Visualising your goals will help you find motivation!!
Music to set the mood. I have a bunch of playlists on my Spotify that might help!! <3
Cosy sweater and candles. The cosy Rory Gilmore vibes haha...
Getting a coffee before class. A little treat before things get serious... Simple pleasures, you know? :)
Babes, The hiatus is OVER, and I'm finally back!! I got a lot of asks on studying, burnout, and school in general, so I thought, why not start off with a little student guide?? I Hope October has been kind to you, and school hasn't been too overwhelming (though I know it, unfortunately, has been for many of you), and I'm glad to finally be back!! <33
As always, Please feel free to add your own suggestions and tips in the comments!!
â©â§â*:ă»love ya :*ââ§â©
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Tyler Owens x Reader: Read Between the Lines
Request: anonymous said: "I was wondering maybeeee if you could write some protective bf Tyler ( because i would be swooning ) maybe either someone keeps hitting on her so he steps in or someone maybe in another storm chasing crew is being mean so he steps in and defends her <3 idk"
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: language, mild fighting i guess?? slight angst
A/N: sorry I haven't been posting as frequently! I started work up again and ya girl has been BUSY. Anyyywayyy, thank you for reading! please keep the comments coming! I love to see all your requests and I promise i'm getting to them as quickly as i can :)
âNeed anything?â Tyler asked, leaning against the hood of the truck in a way that shouldnât be as adorable as it is.Â
âIâm good,â you said, offering him a gentle smile before brushing a few loose strands of hair from your sticky forehead.Â
âYou wanna come in with me then?âÂ
You shook your headâ the idea of sitting in a stale diner with no AC was just about as unbearable as the thought of driving another second. âNo, I think Iâll stretch my legs out here.â
âOkay,â he said in a tone that indicated youâd be missing out. He gave the truck a pat before adding, âWe wonât be long.â
âTake your time,â you assured him.Â
He offered one final nod before turning and following Dani, Boone, and Lily across the parking lot. Dexter also stayed behind. Instead of shitty diner food, heâs opted to take a nap inside the RV accompanied by his noise canceling headphones and a fan blasting right at his face.Â
You were exhausted, down to your bones. You and the rest of the team had driven nearly six hours that day tracking a cell that hadnât ended up amounting to anything. You were stiff and tired and irritableâ just like everyone else. But you hoped that some time alone outside might help at least level out your mood.
You extended your arms over your head, groaning when you felt something lightly pop in your back, before craning your neck from side to side. The air was stiflingâ thick and humid with little to no breeze for any sort of relief. The heat hadnât broken in nearly a week, and unfortunately for just about everyone, the truckâs AC didnât work as well as it used to.Â
The parking lot to the diner was relatively empty. Aside from the crewâs RV and truck, there was an SUV parked in one of the front spots and a small sports car with a steady cloud of smoke pouring out the cracked window. Â
You let your eyes wander past the diner parking lot at the sprawling field across the road. The windmills were agonizingly still in the stale airâ like even they were desperate for some reprieve.Â
Your eyes fell shut as you took a few deep breaths, trying to get your bearings.Â
Your peace lasted for about thirty seconds. And then the sound of blaring music and screeching tires had you turning your pulsing head. Instantly, you rolled your eyes at the sight of the familiar vans pulling into the lot beside you.Â
Merrill Anderson and his crew started chasing in the area almost thirteen months ago. You knew because each and every moment that youâd known about their existence had been more painful than the last.Â
Anderson was a meteorologist out of Texas that wore a cowboy hat almost as big as his mouth and an inflated ego to match it. He made sure you and everyone else around him knew that he had a PhD, and therefore, in his opinion, was automatically more entitled to chase. Him and Tyler had hated each other from the moment they met while chasing an EF2 in Arkansasâ their feud only grew each time their paths crossed.Â
Anderson was grinning at you through the window as soon as his van rolled by. You did your best to avert your gazeâ hoping that lack of eye contact would avoid any sort of conversation.Â
Unfortunately, you werenât so lucky.Â
âThere she is,â he announced, boots scuffing against the dirt parking lot as he hopped out from the driverâs seat.Â
âNow what're you doinâ out here all by yourself? Your team finally leave you behind? Realized they didnât need two uni drop outs on their team?â he asked, tone already dripping in sarcasm.Â
He was an antagonizer who got off on provoking others. And although you and Anderson had your fair share of unpleasant exchanges, you knew he only ever bothered you to get under Tylerâs skin.Â
Tylerâs biggest weakness was that he was endlessly protective of the people he loved. You saw this particular trait as a strengthâ but you knew that Anderson fed off Tyler's anger, which you could only imagine was his intention now. Thankfully Tyler was in the dinerâ hopefully gorging on raspberry pancakes as you spoke. Because if he were to see Anderson talking to youâ you knew this whole interaction would escalate quickly.Â
âAnderson,â you sighed, leaning casually against the hood of Tylerâs truck. The smile you forced on your face was almost painful. âSo lovely to see you, as always.â
You hoped if you withheld from his taunting, he might move on quicker.Â
Instead, to your despair, he backtracked from his van to stand across from you. âYou guys go ahead,â he instructed his crew. âIâm gonna spend some time with my friend here.â
They nodded before heading towards the diner, leaving the two of you alone.Â
âYou should teach that hillbilly- boyfriend of yours some manners. If I remember correctly, last time I saw him, he drove through a puddle to splash me.â
You bit back a grin as you recalled the moment he was referring to. âIâm sure it wasnât on purpose,â you lied (it was absolutely on purpose).Â
Anderson chuckled. âYou knowâ I donât know if weâve ever had a conversation just us, without him lingering around. Youâre much more pleasant. Both in conversation and in looks.âÂ
You felt a chill run down the length of your spine at his wordsâ but the way he was looking at you was infinitely worse. You watched as his eyes flickered from your face to your chestâ currently more exposed than you would like in the tanktop you wore in the stifling Oklahoma heat. You wished you had grabbed a shirt to cover up inâ but they were all either dirty and packed away somewhere in your duffel.Â
Clearing your throat, you stood up straight and crossed your arms, attempting to shield yourself from his lingering gaze.Â
âOh, hey now darlinâ, donât cover up. Iâve been stuck in the van all day with these jokers, this is the most action Iâve gotten all summer.âÂ
You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you tried desperately to remain level headed. Anderson was a jerkâ and heâd definitely make you uncomfortable⊠but you couldnât imagine that heâd ever actually do anything to harm you. Â
Then again, youâd never interacted with him for longer than a minute or two with Tyler and the rest of the crew at your side. This was uncharted territory that you didnât care to explore. You felt your earlier determination to handle him on your own fade away with uneasiness. Â
You turned your head towards the diner, hoping you might catch Tylerâs gaze through the window or something. Of course you were too far away for thatâ all you caught was the glare from the sun.Â
âYou know Iâm not used to seeing you in clothes like this, usually youâre all covered up,â Anderson whistled.Â
As soon as he took a step closer, you instinctively moved too. Except your legs collided with Tylerâs truckâ preventing you from actually going anywhere. For some dumb reason, you felt obligated to hold your groundâ to not let him see how uncomfortable he was really making you. But with each passing comment, you grew more and more fearful.Â
Anderson now had his body angled towards you with a look that could only be described as predatorial. âGod, itâs true you donât know what youâre missinâ til you see it. We should have these heat waves more often if it means I get to take a look at this every day.â
You tried and failed to remain stoic. You wanted to yellâ to tell him to shut the fuck up. But for some reason, your body and brain werenât connecting.Â
âCâmon, where is she?â he taunted. âYou know, your sweet side has its perks. But I much prefer âem a little spicy.âÂ
He took another few steps closer to you. It was subtle, but you noticed. Anderson was so obviously getting a kick out of whatever the hell he was doing here, and you were doing a piss-poor job at withholding from it, like youâd originally planned.Â
âWhy donât you come on back in my van with me,â he winked. âIâm not sure how your hillbilly does it, but I can show ya a real good time.âÂ
Get away from me, you wanted to scream. But your mouth wouldnât moveâ your voice was lost somewhere inside of you. And all you could get your body to do was lean away from him slightly.Â
âDonât be like that, darlinâ,â he cooed. He was so close that you could almost smell his breath. Your brain told you to fightâ to shove or kick or do something to get him away from you. But all those previous instincts you had to fight back faded into paralyzing fear.Â
Anderson reached across the space between you to move a loose strand of hair from your face as you began to tremble. âAnd donât be afraid, baby doll. I donât bite⊠too hard. Owens ainât gotta knowââ
âAnderson!âÂ
Your head snapped at the sound of a familiar voice⊠Not just any familiar voiceâ Tylerâs voice. He was currently storming across the parking lot with a look of pure hatred across his face. The second his eyes landed on youâ undoubtedly and obviously terrified, that anger only intensified.Â
âGet the fuck away from her,â he demanded. His eyes were narrowed and shockingly darker than their normal shade of sage.Â
âHere he is!â Anderson taunted. âHer douche bag in shining armor.â
You couldnât help but notice Anderson didnât step away. In fact, if anything, he looked like he was about to step closer, just to really test his limits. But then, to your relief, you saw Boone, Dani, and Lily storming out of the diner in Tylerâs wakeâ all coming to your rescue.Â
In an instant, Tyler was there, stepping between you and Andersonâ forming the protective barrier you needed to finally feel safe again. Without thinking, you fisted the back of Tylerâs T-shirt for good measure.Â
âEasy, Rambo,â Anderson sneered. âI was just tellinâ your sweetheart here how much I enjoy her new look. Who knew she had all this hidinâ under those baggy shirts? That the reason you keep her hanginâ around, Owens? I knew she had to be good for somethingââ
But Anderson didnât get a chance to finish his sentence. Because before you knew what was happening, Tyler was lunging forward and connecting his fist with Andersonâs nose.Â
The crack as it broke was deafening, you released Tylerâs shirt to cover your mouth in shock. Tyler hit him with enough force that he went staggering back a few steps, his hands instantly moving to cup his face.Â
Tyler was still shaking off his hand when Anderson stood up straight, blood pouring out of both nostrils.Â
âDamn, that bitch must be as good as she looks if sheâs worth all this,â Anderson continued to taunt. Even with a broken nose, he didnât back down. Â
Without even hesitating, Tyler moved to strike again. But as soon as he did, Boone and Dani were both stepping in front of him to break things up.Â
âEasy, Tââ Boone said.Â
âStay the fuck away from her,â Tyler snarled in warning, pointing his finger over Booneâs shoulder. Youâd never quite heard his voice so malicious or threatening before, and even though it was in your defense, it sent shivers down your spine.  Â
Suddenly, Lily grabbed your hand from the side, causing you to flinch. âItâs okay,â she said, tugging you a few steps away from the chaosâ like she knew how badly you needed space from everything. âYou alright?â
You nodded, flustered. Â
âNext time you want to settle this without your little army of strays, you let me know, Owens. And next time you want a good time, Y/N, you know where to find me,â Anderson said, offering you a wink that churned your stomach. With that, he wiped some blood from his nose and began sauntering back towards his van.Â
âIâm gonna fucking kill him,â Tyler snarled, still being physically held back by Dani and Boone.Â
âYeah, and heâd deserve it. But heâs not worth catchinâ a charge,â Boone said. âItâs been a slow season and we donât got the kind of money to bail you out of jail.â
âTake a breath, T,â Dani said. âHeâs walkinâ away. Take a breath.â
You watched Tyler slowly come back to his body. He listened to Dani and took a deep breathâ his shoulders visibly relaxing when he exhaled. It seemed to be enough for his friends to finally release him.Â
As soon as he was free from their grasp, Tyler turned aroundâ his attention landing on you. âAre you okay?â he asked, his previously menacing voice now laced with so much care and concern. He stood in front of youâ his body blocking all views of Anderson and their vans. His hands moved to cup your cheeks gently.Â
âIâm fine,â you said, attempting to convince yourself more than anyone else. But even you knew it didnât sound convincing. Your voice subtly cracked on the final word.Â
Tyler stroked his thumb along your skin. The look on his face told you he didnât quite believe you as his eyes flickered down to your trembling hands. Thankfully he didnât ask more.Â
âI gotta say that was a nasty right hook, T,â Boone said, clapping Tyler on the back as he approached. âI didnât know you had it in ya.â
âWhatâd that asshat say to you?â Lily asked. âYou looked really shaken up when we saw you out the diner window.â
âNothing,â you mumbled, too embarrassed to repeat his taunts. You were shocked by how self-conscious you suddenly felt with everyoneâs eyes on you. Andersonâs previous words had made you incredibly aware of every inch of yourselfâ like there was an electrical current humming underneath the surface of your skin.Â
âJust the usual shit,â you tried to brush it off. Â
You felt grateful when they didnât push.Â
Eventually, the crew disassembledâ everyone focused on getting their stuff together to hit the road again. Anderson didnât reemerge from his van, but as you sat idly in the passenger seat of Tylerâs truck, you didnât take your eyes off from where it was parkedâ like you were anticipating some sort of retaliation.Â
You remained hidden from the teamâ feeling so awkward and uncomfortableâ like you didnât want to be perceived or noticed by anyone. And you hated that Andersonâs words were the ones to make you feel that way. You couldnât find any shirts in your duffel bag that werenât disgusting. And currently you didnât have the time or patience to dig through your second bag in the RV. So instead, you wrapped your arms awkwardly over your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible just as Tyler climbed into the front seat.Â
âEveryone else is riding in the RV, itâs just us,â he said, eyes lingering on you.Â
âOkay,â you said, trying your best to sound casual. You wondered if he ordered everyone in the RV so that youâd feel more comfortable. You made a mental note to thank him for that later, he was always so good at reading between the lines. Â
Tyler instantly noticed your uneasiness. ïżœïżœBaby, whatâd he say to you?âÂ
You shrugged, refusing to meet his gaze out of sheer embarrassment. âI mean, I think you caught the gist of it at the end there⊠Just a lot of that.â
You heard his loud exhale. âJust say the word and Iâll barge into that stupid van and kill him right now.â
The corner of your lip tugged into a small smile. âI just want you to stay here,â you admitted.Â
He nodded solemnly. Without another word, Tyler passed you something he had scrunched up in his fist. It was one of his T-shirtsâ like he knew you wanted to cover up without even having to say it. You took the shirtâ the thanks you wanted to offer him remained stuck in your throat, but Tyler didnât seem to mind.Â
Instead, he pretended to fiddle with the radio while you silently slipped the shirt on. Almost instantly, you felt like you could relax underneath the fabric of his clothes.Â
You curled your arms around yourself and tucked your knees to your chest. When Tyler asked if you were ready to head out, you nodded without another word.Â
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It was only seven when you arrived at the motel. Tyler went into the lobby to book the rooms while everyone else hung back. Boone and Lily were going on and on about using the pool later that night, but once youâd grabbed your bags from the truck, you sort of tuned it all out.Â
Tyler found you sitting on the curb once heâd passed out everyone elseâs room keys. He picked up your duffel from the ground before speaking for the first time in almost an hour.Â
âYou ready for bed?â
You nodded, offering him your best attempt at a convincing smile. Â
âCâmon,â he motioned his head to the left. âWeâre upstairs.â
Tyler led the way to your roomâ and even though this was a dingy motel, youâd never seen anything more perfect. The shades were dark, the AC worked, and there was a single, plush-looking queen bed in the middle of the room just screaming your name.Â
Tyler let you shower first. And when you emerged from the bathroom, all the sweat and grime finally washed from your skin, he was gone. But in his place, heâd laid out one of his T-shirts and a pair of his boxers on the bed for you to use. You almost teared up at the sight of just how thoughtful he was⊠Still reading between the lines.Â
Youâd spent the entire duration of your shower trying to convince yourself that what had happened earlier wasnât that big of a deal. Anderson was a jerkâ of course he was going to say some jerk-ish things. It shouldnât have been a surpriseâ and yet, you couldnât shake the discomfort you felt. It was like all the words heâd said to you had nestled underneath your skin and made a home for themselves.Â
In an attempt to shake the thoughts away, you quickly shrugged on Tylerâs clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around yourself.Â
Almost as soon as you sat down, you heard the front door to the motel open up. Tyler stepped into the room carrying his own bag and a couple of water bottles he mustâve grabbed for the two of you.Â
âBetter?â he asked, handing you one.Â
You nodded and cracked it open. âMuch.â
Tyler sighed before joining you on the edge of the bed. âBaby, are you sure youâre okay?âÂ
âI-â you started and then stopped. Your hands were shaking, but you jumped when you felt Tylerâs hand close around yours, steadying them. His touch gave you just an ounce of courage to speak.Â
âIt wasnât even anything that badââ you admitted. âI meant it earlier, you heard the worst of it⊠I just, I don't know, I can't explain it. But everything he said made me feel so gross⊠and dirty, andâŠâ And, well, you didnât quite know what else. Words were hard to come by tonight.Â
âOh, baby,â Tyler exhaled. He released your hand to wind his arm around your shoulders, tugging you to his chest instead. Â
It wasnât until he shushed you that you even realized you were crying, but it came out in a rush. You clung to him, instantly impressed by his ability to just make you feel so much safer.Â
âIâm sorry,â you said.Â
âYou donât have to be sorry,â he assured you, only squeezing tighter.Â
âI donât know why this bothered me so muchââÂ
âBecause Anderson is an asshole and he intentionally said some gross shit to shake you up,â he answered for you. âYouâre allowed to be upset by that.âÂ
You exhaled against his shirt, and when you licked your lips, you tasted salt.Â
âIâm the sorry one,â he said.Â
âWhat?â you shook your head. âYou donât have to be sorryââ
âI should have been there.â
âYou were there,â you reminded him. âUnless I blacked out or something and I was really the one who punched him in the noseâŠâ
Tyler chuckled softly, you felt the vibration against your chestâ instantly soothing you.Â
You sighed after a moment, trying to decide if you wanted to share what was really bothering you. You bit the inside of your cheek. It was so tempting to keep it to yourself, but more tempting than that was the idea of finally feeling a little more at ease again after just telling Tyler the truth.Â
âI justââ you paused again. âIââÂ
âHey,â he said. You looked up at him briefly. âItâs just me.âÂ
That was the problemâ it was Tyler. And you didnât want Tyler thinking less of you because of what had happened.Â
âI didnât fight back,â you said quietly. âI just froze upâ it was like I couldnât even think straight. And he kept going and going, and I just stood thereâ taking it.â
Tyler ran his hand up and down your arm reassuringly. âWhat are you talking about?â
âIt just felt likeâŠâ your voice tapered off.Â
Tyler waited a moment before asking gently, âLike what?âÂ
âIt just felt like I didnât do anything to stop it,â you whispered so quietly you werenât even sure heâd heard you. âLike I let it happen.â
âBaby,â Tyler sighed. âBaby, no. Anderson is such a jackass, it wouldnât have mattered what you saidââ
âBut I could have told him to get the fuck away from meââ
âYou were just trying to keep yourself safe. Baby, we canât control how we react when weâre scared. Itâs fight or flightââ
âOr freeze,â you mumbled, embarrassed.Â
âOr freeze. Iâm pretty sure fawning is one too, now,â he said. âBut it doesnât matterâ what matters is you canât control that you froze. Just likeââ
âJust like you couldnât control punching him in the face?â you asked.Â
You glanced up just in time to see Tylerâs lips tug into a smile. âExactly,â he said.Â
âI just wish my fear reaction was a little more effective,â you pouted. âFreezing didnât do much.â
You let your eyes fall shut when Tyler tugged you closed to his chest. âI guess itâs a good thing you have a douchebag in shining armor to come help whenever you need it,â he smirked.Â
âThanks for protecting me,â you said quietly.Â
âIâll always protect you, you know that,â he said, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.Â
You smiled against his chest. You really did know that. âAnd thanks for punching him in the nose.â
Tyler snorted. âAndersonâs had that coming for a long time.â
#twisters#twisters imagine#tyler owens imagine#tyler owens fic#tyler owens x reader#tyler owens x reader imagine#tyler owens x reader fic#twisters x reader fic#twisters fic
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RQ: '(hii, I saw that your requests were open) It's no doubt he's an absolute FREAK in the sheets, but what if he were to show his softer side hidden within? Preferably comfort sex w/ reader after a long, stressful day if you will. And maybe some banter too??' - @graveyardgrrrrrl
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. F!reader, fingering, oral reader receiving, PiV, unedited.
A/N: This hit me because my hormones have been all over the place lately. So I can relate. I hope you like it <3
WC: 2.0k
The day you had was dreary, you haven't felt so exhausted and tired in a long time. You trudged through your bedroom and practically fell onto the bed, groaning to yourself. The past few days have felt like a waste of time, you hadn't done anything in your free time, you felt like you had no interest in any of the things you enjoyed doing. You felt lazy and like you haven't really accomplished anything, and it ate away at you. You didn't know why you got like this, it was frustrating and annoying to you that you couldn't just make yourself do something. But a simple chore like cleaning up felt so heavy.
Logan knocked once before coming into the room, you both shared a bedroom but he still would give a single knock to announce himself before barging in. He shut the door and eyed you on the bed, his gaze narrowed slightly as he saw how defeated you appeared to be. "What's got ya frustrated, princess..." he walked over, fiddling with his large belt and pulling it out of the belt loops smoothly. If you weren't so upset, that would've been insanely hot.
You rolled onto your side facing away from him and exhaled. "I just don't feel good..." you muttered quietly. "I feel like everything lately has been so stressful, I have little energy, and the smallest things feel so overwhelming." You weren't sure how he'd react to this, but you hoped he'd understand, or at least sit with you and help you relax.
"Ah, you just need a little relief...I can help ya..." Logan's hand caressed your leg and as much as you adored his touch, there was just something about it today that made you not want it. Your thoughts went to the usual rough sex, which was something you had always loved before. But today was just...not the day for it. He sensed your hesitation and his hand stopped its slow travel over the curve of your hip.
"I get it. You're not feelin' up for it...how about I help you relax a little differently. I can see you're not in the mood for me." He moved his hand to your lower back and gently rubbed it. You sighed, feeling the sore, tense muscles slowly unwind. His hand worked slow and steady, moving across your hips and his thumbs kneaded the muscles around your tailbone.
You wanted more of his touch, you just didn't feel like being bent in half right now. Logan was a rough guy, and you knew getting into it would mean you'd have to give into the performance. You just didn't have that energy...
"I want to, Logan I just...don't feel good today." You reply defeatedly, your voice muffled a bit into the pillow. Logan's hand moved over to your front and he pulled you against him, your back colliding with his muscular chest.
"I ain't gonna force you. But I can try somethin' else if you want." He spoke slightly softer to you, he moved himself over you and he leaned his nose down, nudging your head and gaining access to your neck. "Just let me try...you'll like it."
It was hard to deny him, besides, he had been patient. You scratched his head, tugging slightly on his tufts. "Fine, fine...just...not hard."
"Don't worry about that...I'll be patient." He kissed your neck slowly, his teeth gave gentle nips instead of biting. "Relax for me...I'll make you feel good." His hands gently moved down your body, undressing you and getting you bare besides your panties. He leaned down and began leaving a trail of kisses from your sternum down to your belly. He got to your panties and he chuckled, "Aren't these the ones I ripped off?" He asked with am amused, smug smirk.
You, in turn, rolled your eyes. "Yes...god. I bought them again! They were my favorite pair! And you tore them off like you were a crazed man."
"I was crazed that day. You were drivin' me nuts, sweet girl. But you like me like that, 'bout had me drooling over you when I cut them off." He smirked, his finger hooking under the band of fabric and teasingly pulling.
Damn him.
"You can take a damn breath, I won't rip these ones off. If they mean so much to you." Logan teased further and slowly tugged them down your legs. "You and your expensive fuckin' panties. I've seen how much these damn things are." He tossed them behind him and crawled between your legs. "Open up for me...that's a good girl." He kissed your knee and leaned closer to your core.
"I gotcha." He slowly let his fingers tease you, waiting to see if you'd object before he pushed one inside. "Already squeezin' me tight..." His scruff tickled your inner thigh as he watched your pussy swallow his finger with each pump he gave. You held back a soft moan, it felt nice...not too overwhelming, not rough.
His lips wrapped around one of your nipples and he teased it with his tongue, making you whine and grab his hair instinctively. He was doing what he could to keep his movements slow, and he was surprisingly much gentler than you were used to. He never hurt you before, but he's one to get swept up in the lustful passion rather than take his time to really feel and enjoy. That didn't mean he was a bad lover, by any means. He was the only man to ever get you to the finish line, and he made sure of it.
"Feels good," you whispered to him, "Add another," your hips gently lifted into his finger and he immediately put another one inside. The second finger made you moan again, and you felt them find your sweet, spongy spot right away. Like they were drawn to it upon being inside you, and he curled them in a slow upwards motion.
You whined below him, his mouth changed to your other nipple, not wanting to leave it out. He suckled gently and nipped along your breasts while he fingered you before he pulled his fingers out and trailed gentle pecks to your pussy. You felt fuzzy, but in a good way, it felt so good and you laid there and let him take care of you.
His lips connected to your folds and he slowly licked over them, his tongue trailing from your wet entrance up to that precious bud. He suckled on it lightly and listened to those sweet sounds you made. Your hips squirmed as he stimulated your clit, his hands held you firm but not in an overwhelming or rough way like usual. His thumb tapped your hip, telling you to stay still for him.
"Can't...it feels too good," you whined, "You know if it feels too much I can't sit still," your eyes looked down at him and you gently tugged on his hair, trying to get him to come off you. Reluctantly, he did so, strings of saliva keeping him connected to your cunt for several seconds before they broke off.
"Alright, alright sweet girl...ya can't handle too much right now huh?" He moved off and he pulled his top and jeans off, you watched as his abdominal muscles flexed and relaxed, completely unashamed that you were staring. He crawled over you again, his cock heavy and erect. He sat up a little, holding one of your legs as he guided himself to rub on you. His cock moving up and down between your folds and getting slicked up for an easy penetration.
You whined, each time his head poked your clit it made you shiver. Precum oozed out of him, coating your sweet bud in a hot fluid. Your breath had picked up, and he put his hand on your belly. "I'll be easy. I don't wanna ruin you." He leaned forward, his cock head pressed against your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside, your cock pressing into you further and further until he was hilted.
You held back a soft hiss, it always stung a little, he was thick and even when he was slow, your pussy had to stretch a bit. "Ahh...fuck, Logan..." you whined, fisting the sheets by your body. He paused, looking at you as you got used to his size. The burn of being stretched so much was fading, you felt so full when he was inside you, you loved the feeling after all the discomfort was gone.
You braced for him to thrust hard and fast, but he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, steady and controlled. He held your legs open, watching your wet pussy take him, your creamy arousal making his pubic hair sticky as it dripped down his balls. "Good girl...just like that. You're doing good," Logan let out a shaky breath, his hips stayed moving at the controlled speed so you could really feel every little detail of his dick.
The veins on the sides, the shape of his head, how your walls adjusted and squeezed him to memorize all those little things...
You whined, it felt incredible, like electricity shooting through your body with each gentle thrust. His head kisses your cervix each time, precum leaking out in thick beads, gifting your velvet walls more lubricant and fluid. Logan leaned over you a bit, his hands holding your hips once again and he kissed you, his lips moving against yours sensually while he thrusted into you.
He picked up some speed, you let out a soft cry and your hands came to his shoulders. His cock moving a bit faster felt amazing, you found yourself needing more after him being so slow. You wrapped your legs around his hips and he leaned over your body even more, angling himself a bit deeper. His cock moved in and out against all the right spots, sending shooting waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel it fogging your mind as you grew closer and closer to your orgasm.
"Logan, oh god...I'm so close, just...a little more..." You managed, your breathing was a bit heavy and you kept making sweet moans and gentle cries for him, unable to stop yourself. He nodded with you, his arms wrapping around you in a big hug as he pulled you up. He fell onto his ass, you now in his lap as he ground you against him, his pubic hair rubbing your clit so damn good.
You let out a louder cry, your bodies rubbing against one another while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside your comforting walls, squeezing and milking him desperately, needing him to fill you up. As stressed as you were today, this was such a good way to relieve it. Feeling him hold you, his cock stretching you out, his hot breath on your neck.
"M'close, sweetheart, gonna fill you up good..." Logan groaned against your skin, his arms tightly wrapped around your midsection as his hips desperately jut upward. You whined, your clit being assaulted by his pubic hair and it was enough to make you cum on his dick, squeezing him just enough to send him over shortly after you. He let out a deep, guttural moan and he snapped his hips up, rolling you on him as he came inside you.
His cum shot deep into your womb and drooled out of you, coating his dick and balls, staining the sheets where he was sitting. "Nngh, fuck," Logan groaned, finally stopping the movement. He held you tight and close to him, breathing heavily with you. You were completely out of it, it felt like all the awful stress you had felt was gone, and you could immerse in all of him. His body, his touch, his scent. Logan made it better.
"Let's get ya cleaned up now...stained the damn sheets enough, you're gonna leak out when I pull out." Logan grunted with a smirk, "How do you feel now, princess..." He glanced at you, his rough hand rubbed your cheek, admiring your disheveled appearance.
"Good...I...good...." you slurred, holding onto him tighter. "Five more minutes...don't pull out yet..." You whined, your voice soft and desperate. Logan was a little taken aback, but he knew you had been having a hard time so who was he to deny you something so simple as a few more minutes of this?
"Alright, alright...five more minutes..."
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#logan howlett#wolverine#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut#wolverine xmen#deadpool and wolverine#x men#đ my works
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Wait, does the cheating thing on the bond always works? bcs that would be kinda freaky for R!Dipper like imagine you get pinned down by someone in the corner of a br or smthng and then said person kissed you and proceeded to explode into red mist and you literally have no idea what happened.
Also, would the constellation mark be a "cursed" Mark over the years, like you would give birth to a baby and the doctor says "đ I am so sorry ma'am,,, I'm afraid your baby has the Cipher Companion mark. ( could also be something equally as science-y like Ursa Major, Constellation Calamation, etc idk)" And you just burst into tears.
Would that mean that dipper would get into a special program(demon wrangling program or smthng, demonologist? Maybe)? Or would the parents hide it away hoping that Bill would never take their child away?
(Sorry this au is just very interesting to me,,,, I hope u get more motivation, keep writing author đȘ)
These are all options! The fun part of reincarnation AU being left ambiguous is that technically any of them could happen.
#And when Dipper regains his memory perhaps Mom!Mabel does too? That's gotta be pretty weird for them#Or maybe it's like 'wow. Huh. Well I guess that explains a few things#since they always acted a bit more like siblings than the average single mother/ cursed child dynamic#Sorry I just love this concept so much. I've actually thought about it a few times but I couldn't tell if that was like. a weird thing to do#An old bond once again rekindling itself by chance and the opportune nature of infinite lives <3#Mabel would be a good mom I think even though she looooves embarrassing her son so so much#He's way too caught up in stuff like fitting in and having friends when all he REALLY needs is to find one hot guy and lock that in#I think if the birthmark became the omen that it so clearly is Mabel would hype him up and try styling his hair to emphasize it#What a handsome and doomed young man! So SO cosmically doomed <3 She's very proud of him and his inescapable fate#And let's not be modest here. It was a teen pregnancy and she doesn't give a damn who the father is so long as there's this cutie patootie#She may also be one of the first parents after Dipper's first death who names him 'Dipper' again. Something about it. The name spoke to her#Okay but I don't wanna linger on just this because I love ALL of your tags and also it's way too late for me to rant about motherly love#I always just kind of assumed their cheating arrangement kicked in once Dipper was. Ya know. *Dipper* again.#Makes for at least a handful of awkward sweaty kisses for him to cringe about late at night until his husband arrives to clean the slate#The thought of it being an ETERNAL agreement I can also see. Bill's too possessive for his (Dipper's) own good smh#He's like. Five. It doesn't even mean anything when he kisses her. Just that he likes that she knows stuff about bugs and that's cool.#And she explodes. Not the best introduction into the world of romance. It causes a shit ton of trauma regarding romance and his own intimacy#He doesn't know that Bill's the one person he *CAN* kiss and it tears him up inside wondering what those lips feel like#First time Bill really reads the mood right and tries closing in on him Dipper shoves him away. THAT'S a miscommunication#Or maybe he just sort of. Thinks people explode when they get romantic and that's normal. He's kind of surprised Bill *didn't* explode#thank you for leaving room for angsty fanfictioners because I love terrible awful things happening to the mc that leave them forever changed#Some guy gets. Too close. Far too close. Dipper didn't even *want* to be there in the first place so why in the hell does it happen to him?#God that is just overflowing with character struggle and future issues with intimacy in his personal life. How would Bill even approach this#Who's more upset? Dipper for 'letting' it happen? Or Bill for not being able to protect him when it did?#They're both a mess in this scenario of course. Just a couple of guys unable to communicate how much they want to touch but just. Can't.#It's just so hard- Dipper wants to hold him. He wants to stay away. He has fantasies that make him sick to his stomach with lust and guilt#Bill's boiling beneath the surface but the threat's already been long dealt with. Still. There's the damage left behind in Dipper's chest#They'll figure it out eventually. Their love is a lot more than physical touch. It's spiritual. Even Dipper's nerd brain knows that#Dipper's first time with someone *Not* Bill back in his teen years is so bad that he just assumes sex is supposed to be 'meh#Then his husband comes along and shatters the goal post that is his expectations and it is great. Find someone who is so hot and so annoying
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Could you write something where someone compliments Hotch for "babysitting" and "helping out" when hes out with his kids and he gets all đđ do you mean parenting my children?
standard parenting
omg LOL cw; dad!aaron, reader is referred to as mom, a ton of domestic fluff, very light suggestiveness (hehe reader and aaron are soo in love <3) wc; 1.2k
"Jack." Aaron moved forward, spotting his son as he climbed up a curved ladder, at the ready if he were to suddenly slip. "Careful."
"I am." He took the last, big step, his hands gripping the supporting bars and landing on the platform safely. "I've done this two times already Dad."
"Help your sister down the slide, okay? I'll meet the two of you at the bottom."
"Okay." He confirmed, beelining down a rattly bridge in the direction of Ellie.
It was approximately 3 pm on a Tuesday, the park filled with the afternoon rush of children freshly out of school. A doctor's appointment had brought Aaron out of the BAU early, and after picking up Jack from school, Ellie from preschool, he figured there was no better way to burn off energy than the playground.
Hopefully it allowed for a quiet, relaxing night at home, with both kids in bed at a decent time.
Aaron stood at the bottom of the slide, peering upwards and squinting - he had regretfully left his sunglasses in the car. Ellie stood at the top, looking a bit lost once her turn was next, the slide intimidatingly large for a newly four-year-old.
"Jack's coming, honey."
It took some convincing; Aaron reassuring her he was right there, there to catch her if she overshot into the mulch. Jack would be right behind her. Further hesitation on her end: Do you want Jack to go first? No. Are you sure you want to go down? Yes.
Finally down came Ellie, giggling profusely and not paying a mind to the static the slide caused (Aaron mentally winced at the sound). Jack followed soon after.
"See, there you go." Aaron praised, hands moving to his hips.
"Again, please please please." Ellie whined gently, looking up at Aaron with her identically adjacent brown eyes. It was something she was beginning to master, the puppy dog look that could cause him to cave within seconds.
He was in for it.
"Sure pumpkin." Aaron grinned down at his little piggy-tail headed daughter. "Just a few more times though, Mom's waiting at home."
"C'mon Ellie. I'll race you." Jack suggested, kicking up dirt as he bolted off without waiting for a distinct answer. She ran after him, as fast as her small legs could carry her.
Aaron called out after him, "The stairs, Jack."
"I know!"
"Cute kids."
A mother - Aaron inferred - commented, falling alongside him. Aaron's eyes continued to track the two of them, ensuring they remained together and stayed far away from any arched ladders. They dashed up the stairs, into the depths of the play structure.
Aaron offered her a friendly smile in return, "Thank you."
"It's nice to see someone so attentive for a change." She huffed, notably an impressed breath. "Most babysitters just sit on the bench on their cell phone."
Aaron's expression dropped; a mix of confusion and dumbfound, his smile gradually fading. The only thing going through his mind: I'm sorry, what?
"Well, I'm not like most babysitters." He frowned, pressing his lips together and eyebrows drawing into a line.
"Good for you." She commended, not taking the hint. A child called out to her, causing her to move forward. "See ya."
She left, but scowl on his face stayed.
It hadn't put him in a bad mood, but rather, a dulled mood. The inference could've been an honest mistake, it most likely was, but it settled funny within him.
Only at Ellie's, 'Daddy look!' did his face brighten up. For them.
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"Hi Momma!" Ellie bounded into the kitchen, nearly crashing into you and smiling from ear to ear. "We're home!"
Jack added to her status report, voices intertwining. "Dad took us to the park!"
"It looks like you two had fun." You grinned, using the pad of your thumb to swipe away an unblended bout of sunscreen on the side of Jack's nose. You also took note of his grass stained sweats, and the dirt scuff on Ellie's knees.
"We did! Jackers helped me down the slide and Daddy pushed me on the swings-"
"No one pushed me on the swings." Aaron commented, his hand finding the small of your back momentarily as he brushed past.
"That's 'cause you're big." Ellie made a face at her father.
"Can we go again on Saturday?" Jack asked, "I wanna bring my soccer ball."
"We'll have to see what we're up to, bud," Aaron answered, also fetching him a cup of cold water. The car ride consisted of Jack stating how thirsty he was, and how he refused to drink the lukewarm water his bottle held. "But I don't see why not."
Meanwhile, Ellie plopped herself onto the floor, pulling off her shoes and dumping the remnants of lingering mulch onto the floor.
"Hey hey hey let's not do that." You said, your nose scrunching lightly too; the normal kid-stink that followed after an afternoon spent in the sun. "And baths, both of you. Go on, I'll be there in a second."
Ellie's voice carried as she ventured up, something along the lines of bringing her mermaid Barbie in the tub with her. You ruffled Jack's hair gently as he passed, pressing a kiss to his sweaty head.
"You know what someone said to me today?" Aaron asked, turning towards the sink to wash his hands.
"Aren't you forgetting something first?"
He stopped, a knowing smile forming on his face. "How dare I."
Aaron moved forward, hands finding your waist to pull you near, placing his lips onto yours for a few seconds. Albeit how short it was, you savored it; coming home after a long, long day.
Satisfied, "Enlighten me."
He paused to actually wash his hands, flicking the water droplets off once he finished. You tossed him the hand towel that happened to be nearby.
"Someone mistook me for a babysitter."
"What?" You snorted out a laugh.
"Left me speechless." He exasperatedly rolled his eyes, wiping his hands and throwing the towel back onto the counter. "Can you believe that?"
"Well, you know how some people can be." You shrugged. Your statement wasn't much help, but what could you do.
"Oblivious?"
"What prompted it?"
"Standard parenting. I was simply keeping a close eye. The slide made Ellie nervous, Jack was being a bit adventurous today, and the playground itself was a nightmare. Everyone had the same idea I did, it was packed."
You hummed in response, dumping the neglected water from Jack and Ellie's water bottles out. Aaron continued to ramble on.
"And she saw the two of them. Jack - he resembles Haley a bit more, sure. But Ellie?"
"Your twin."
"Exactly." Aaron scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Babysitter. How in the world does that title come to mind before Dad?"
He shook his head as his eyes found the ceiling; utter disbelief.
"You know," you raised an eyebrow, regaining his focus, "you're hot when you're fired up."
"Am I?" Aaron smirked, pulling you in again just as he did before, arm winding behind your back.
"Mom!"
A whine drifted from upstairs, Aaron pulled away from your lips with a comically heavy, defeated sigh.
You shoved him at the chest playfully, grabbing a laugh from him, heading upstairs.
"She, huh." You teased, "Are you sure it wasn't some strategically formed ploy in hopes you were unmarried? Wouldn't be the first time."
He trudged up the stairs behind you, a chuckle shaking through his chest. "I doubt it. She seemed genuine."
"And you would know." You quipped, ends of your mouth turned upwards.
"With my profiling expertise?" He bantered back, playfully patting your behind as you reached the second level. "I'd hope so."
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AN: Okay, first of all, I love your mind @machveil. We all know Service!Top!Simon is the best Simon and I love fluff so much. So here <3
TW/CW: mentions of children and some angst, cursing
You walked around the furniture store, practically mourning the loss of that good table. Yes, it was beautiful and you loved it, but half a goddamn million for it? Hell no.
Your husband trudged alongside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. "We can look tomorrow? See if any other stores have whatcha like?" He tilts his head and you shake yours no.
"But I liked that one..." You grumble, before snapping your eyes back to him. "Do not buy that table Simon Riley. It is way too expensive. We can get a new one but...not in the mood to go anywhere else."
He chuckles, shaking his eyes, a few strands of dirty blonde hair falling into his face. Gentle eyes settling onto you. "You know me too well."
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Your eyes flutter open to the sound of Simon pulling into the garage, stretching out your poor muscles you slip off the bed. Bare feet touching the cold hard floor as you padded silently to the stairs.
Rubbing your still sore hickey covered neck and pulling down Simon's giant t-shirt, which you used as an impromptu nightgown, you headed down the stairs.
he hasn't come in yet, which was odd, unless their were groceries which wouldn't make any sense..? Your hand reaches for the door and suddenly it swings open, startling you. Blocking the inside with his body, he stares down at you.
"Simon, honey, are you okay?" You try to peak into the garage. But he moves to block your gaze.
"Its a surprise. Will take a long time so you can't use the garage for a bit. I promise it's worth it hun."
You stare at him, slowly nodding as you raise a brow. "What is it?"
He huffs in amusement. "What does 'secret' mean ta ya sweetie?"
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Your husbands warm rough hand covered your eyes, your own feeling around so you didn't bump into anything. A giggle starts to bubble up in your chest. Down the steps carefully, his gentle voice murmuring in his ear.
"Okay...here we are. Ready?" You nod, his hand falling from your face. Eyes flutter open as you gaze upon a new table settled in the dining room.
"Oh...my God. You bought one?" You turn to meet him, raising a brow. "It's gorgeous but how expensive-"
"I made it." He cuts you off, his chest slightly puffed up in pride. A smile starting to bloom on his scarred lips. Your eyes soften and you turn back to the table.
"Really? Oh my...how long did this take you?" Your hands glide over the smooth wood, it was really beautiful.
"Couple months. Learned how to work with wood and made a few knickknacks for ya too."
You cover your mouth and look at him, trying not to cry. "Oh my God....this is so sweet baby." His lips brush underneath your eye, pecking against your cheek and nose before landing on your soft lips.
"Anything for you." He sticks his hand into his pocket, pulling out a tiny duck sculpture. "Thought-" He paused, a vulnerability settling between you. "Thought I could make our babe a few toys. If you ever wanted to have one."
It's not often Simon talks about children. A deep rooted fear of his father tangled in his perception of family, a sickening bile rising up when he thinks about being like that monster.
Letting you down. Letting your baby down. The thorns of his children digging into his soul, tangled up like ivy leafs, unrelenting and tightening. He tried to hide it, but that empty feeling inside throbbed at the prospect of you, giving up any wants of a family to make him happy.
But the truth was, when his mind wandered, during long missions and saferoom escapades, he imagined you with a bundle in your arms. A scrunched up chubby face sleeping nestled inside. Handing it to him. A little girl.
The hands who held weapons, now cradling new life. The stench of death and blood replaced with newborn smell and baby powder. The ringing of bombs, screams of the innocent, and gunfire, transformed into cries and giggles of someone so small exploring.
You stare up at him, gently cradling the figure in your hand, biting your lip. "Looks real good Si." You murmur, kissing his forehead. "I love you."
"I love you more."
#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod x reader#ghost cod#cod#simon riley x you#mosses fluff
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Positions
"oooh waitaminuteee.." the position he had you in was absolutely nasty. he had your knees pushed up to your tits in missionary and was repeatedly hitting your sweet spot which drew stars from your eyes. "unghh...all i-in my tummy pa," you looked up at him teary eyed.
"yea? you like that baby- show me where you feel it at mama." he responded. a mixture of wet sounds, moans, and the bed-board, was all that could be heard in the room. it smelt like straight sex- pure sin and if you weren't in the position you were in you would probably be disgusted- you should be but it felt too good to even care. "looook, i-it's right hereee," you sobbed, reaching your tiny hand past your belly pudge to show him where he was pleasuring you.
in between feeding you deep, long strokes, he looked down at the connect of his dick inside your thick wet pussy and moaned. flipping you over on your belly, putting you into a new position, while beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and abs. "mhm gonna make me nut ma..fuckâ he threw his head back in satisfaction at the delicious sight.
âs-shit aah..too much sl-slow downnâ you whined when feeling his tip prod at your cervix. the pleasurably painful thrusts becoming too overwhelming for you in this position after youâve came countless times already. you make a damn near deadly mistake when you reach down to push at his lower torso hoping to stop the extent of the thrusts.
ânu-uh move ya fucking hands..not done wit you yet,â he said picking up the pace smacking your hands awayâŠnot being in the position to complain all you could do was take it and hope your not too sore the next morning. </3
mood song
: ONYYY, connie, erenn, maybeee jean if you squint
a/n (not my best work but ive got writers block đ so send me some asks nd ill write them!!)
#aot fanfiction#aot x black reader#aot x reader#aot smut#aot x y/n#aot x you#asks4lou#aot connie#aot jean#aot onyankopon#ony x black reader#black tumblr#black writers#lou writes#eren x y/n#eren aot#eren fluff#onyankopon x reader#onyankopon x black y/n#onyankopon smut#connie smut#connie x you#connie x black reader#connie x black y/n#eren jaeger#connie springer#aot fanart#aot#writing#eren jeager smut
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â block boy â || tokyo rev.
parings: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, kaku, sanzu, rin, ran ]
warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. cursing, mentions of violence, blood, pregnancy mentioned in ranâs, a lot of down bad behavior on both ends lol and i think thatâs it.
notes: i pledge allegiance to doechii, and the absolute banger of a song that is âwhat it isâ. literally the first thing i thought of was bonten and couldnât get âem out of my head unless i wrote something down sooo here ya go lolÂ
notes ii: basically times where you pulled their weight when they least expected you to/when theyâre not around. called the shots, took some shots, beat someone up, defended them, loving on them, stuff like this (âą3âą>)
tagged: @fantasycantasy, @illegalspacecow, @captaincyberqueen
âDid the severity of the situation finally click in your thick skulls, or do I have to waste more of my breath spelling it out for you?â
When MIKEY returned from his much needed evening snooze in the break room you threatened sweetly advised him to take after working for 17 hours straight, he was expecting to return to the shitstorm he left behind. However, when he entered his office, to his muted surprise there you were, in the middle of berating a handful of subordinates nearly twice your size, all shrunk within themselves as your sharp tone pierced through them all. He stood in the doorway with a curious gaze, head tilted ever so slightly as he made sure to keep quiet so not to notify you of his presence.
Mikey took note of your hip popped outward, balled fist rested upon it in the stance he knew all too well whenever you were on your last nerve. Knowing what those idiots did, someone was bound to stumble outta there in tears; your fury wasnât for the weak.
You eyed the group with raised brows, expectant. âWell?â
One member was brave, or stupid enough to actually answer. He hesitated, but cleared his throat and replied, âI-It was an honest mistakeâŠwe thought the product was secured in the truck already when we made the exchange, b-but-â
âB-BâBullshit. You were given specific instructions to check the inventory to make sure those smarmy assholes werenât trying pull a fast one, and you were too careless to do a full sweep. You failed abortions not only made Bonten look like complete amateurs, but you added more nonsense for my man to deal with all because you didnât check the back of the goddamn trucks!â
You flung the clipboard you were holding at the guyâs head, making them all duck around to avoid getting hit, only one unlucky sucker wasnât as quick as the wooden projectile got him right in the nose. He yelped, no doubt it was broken with the sheer amount of force you put in the throw. Mikey barely flinched, but he did blink a few times in astonishment.
âYouâre gonna hunt those fuckers down like dogs and make right of your âmistakeâ by the end of today, or Iâm gonna have Sanzu chop you into pieces and throw you in the Shinano River-!â Mikey cleared his throat.
You swiftly looked over your shoulder at the noise, mood doing a complete 180 when you locked eyes with the object of your affection, skittering over to wrap him in your arms. âOh! Jiro, baby, I didnât hear you come in.â
ââs okay..â he leaned into your warmth, eyes hooded as he graced you with a faint, sleepy grin. âDidnât want to interrupt your.. meeting. Seemed serious.â
You playfully rolled your eyes. âJust doing a little âhousekeepingâ until you got enough rest, thatâs all.â
He slowly nodded, lips pursed. âCouldâve sworn I pay good money for people to do that for me.â
âYou do, but I was already here. Figured it was more productive to handle it myself rather than waste time looking for someone available. Besides, had to make sure you didnât try to sneak your narrow butt back in here to continue workingâWe both know Iâm the only one around here who can keep you in check.â
He couldnât argue with that.
âMm.. canât say you donât fill the role of boss rather nicely. It suits you. Should have you do it more often.â
Though you were sure he was teasing you, you couldnât help but feel yourself grow warm at his praise. You lightly hit his arm, bashful. How this was the same woman who struck fear in a room full of criminals was beyond comprehension, but he wouldnât have it any other way.
Speaking of which.. Mikey couldnât help but notice the said group of subordinates silently begging for him to reconsider in his peripheral, hands clasped in prayer while the one with the busted nose bowed deeply to the floor, forehead to hardwood. It was as if the idea of you being in charge any longer brought them great despair. How interesting.
Huffing through his nose, Mikey placed a loving kiss on your forehead whilst eyeing the group behind majority of his stress for the day, void of any remorse as he coldly spoke.
âMatter of fact.. think âm still feeling a little tired, angel. How about you handle another hour fâme? Or two?â
The silence was deafening as the dual-color eyed man avoided looking at you while you stitched him up without a word. When you were greeted by a bleeding KAKUCHO at your doorstep a little past midnight, pale in the face and could barely stand, there were no questions asked as you quickly escorted him into your home, setting him gently on the couch before you sprung for your first aid in the kitchen. He wasnât sure what he could say in that moment, feeling like a complete moron for even showing up looking like he fled a crime scene which he kinda did but thatâs besides the point. Your relationship was still in the budding phase, just starting to get a feel of one another as you tested the waters.
Well, consider the waters tested.
âYouâre not really an undercover cop, are you?â
Kakucho gulped. He slowly shook his head, eyes trained on his lap while yours felt like they were burning holes right through him. You nodded as you continued carefully stitching him up. It wasnât the best, but it would hold him over until he got proper medical attention. At first, he figured that would be all you said to him. But, when you completed dressing the wound, you asked a follow up question. âItâs something illegal, isnât it?â
He couldnât bring himself to answer, his strained grip on his pant leg enough response. Kakucho half expected you to berate him, curse him for potentially endangering your life, for lying.
â.. forgive me..â he croaked, bowing his head.
He felt sick to his stomach, he couldnât bear the thought of you despising him, but heâd honor your wishes without protest if you never wanted to see him againâŠ
However, what he didnât expect was for you cup the sides of his face and bring his wavering gaze to your soft one. You smiled endearingly at the bewilderment that overcame his ashamed expression, him blinking at you widely with tears hanging onto his lashes like a wounded puppy. Your thumb ghosted over the tiny droplets, careful not to aggravate the bruise forming around the socket.
Leaning forward to shower him with tender kisses, Kakucho was at a crossroadâOne side wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of goo, but the other refused to believe that he wasnât hallucinating, waiting for the sick twisted punchline of this dream come true. Feeling him still so tense in your hold, you leaned back with your smile still present.
âThis doesnât change how I feel about you, Hitto.â
Kakucho blinked. Then, he meekly replied. âW-what?â
You coyly tilted your head, âTo be honest, I always figured there was somethingâŠoff about you. Like, you were holding something back. My first guess was that you were seeing other women-â
âNever.â His eyes switched from uncertain to stern in a matter of seconds, as if the implication alone repulsed him. He softened once you giggled at his declaration, patting his leg in reassurance.
âI know. Youâre much too sweet to be a player. I pondered over it for a while, thought back to how we usually met up late at night, or you would have to leave at odd times. My second guess was your work just kept you really busy.. and after tonight.. after all of this,â you gestured at the blood stains everywhere, âsafe to say I was on the right track.â
Kakucho hesitated. âAnd that doesnâtâŠput you off?â
âThat youâre a thug?â He winced, but nodded. The silence that followed behind was borderline suffocating, leaving his hands sweaty and nerves shot as he anticipated your response with baited breath. But, he didnât need to worry.
With a loving coo, you placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, right over the split in his lip causing him to flinch slightly at the sting, but he welcomed the affection all the same. However, when your warm tongue peeked out to soothe the cut in slow, teasing swipes, homie nearly choked.
Kakuâs jaw fluttered open as a soft gasp escaped him next, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant as he felt his entire face heat up like a furnace. Your sudden proximity forced him back on the couch while you slid down to the floor betwixt his spread legs, making his head spin; this wasnât going like how he thought it would at all. Being careful of his stitches, your arms rested on either side of him as your tongue explored his mouth, making him groan softly at the feeling of the wet muscle tangling around his so earnestly, hand reaching up instinctively to caress the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. His other hand held your waist, gripping your shirt as if he couldnât believe you were thereâThat you wanted to stay.
The ravenetteâs breath hitched when he felt one of your hands trailing up his thigh, slowly but surely making your way to his stiffening cock confined in his pants. Slightly startled, Kakucho pulled back from the heated kiss, a string of saliva still keeping you connected as you panted in each otherâs mouths. Before he could question what you were up to, he cuts himself off with a whimper when you palmed his thick shaft while maintaining intense eye contact, a smile on your face as you sent the gangster into paradise when you sweetly whispered:
âAlways wanted to be a ride or die.â
It was as if someone pushed him into an alternate dimension.
Not even moments ago, you were showing SANZU a cute tiktok of a kitten wrapped up like a burrito and mewing dramatically, nearly tearing up at the sight as you tugged on his arm and pleaded for him to buy you one just like it. Having bought out the entire evening in one of Tokyoâs most exclusive five star restaurants for your anniversary, Sanzu figured itâd be nothing more than a simple night with his lovely wife. Manâs mustâve forgot who he was.
When those fools tried an ambush on him, Sanzu was more than happy dealing with them quickly by just airing them out until his gun was empty. Although, as he went reaching for it, imagine his shock when you held his wrist to stop him. You had a different sentiment.
It was like a scene out of one of his most crazed fantasies. His lovely wife, holding his beloved katana to an enemyâs throat, covered in the blood of his comrades as he sobbed pathetically for you to spare him. As if Beatrix Kiddo entered the chat, you sliced into them with a swiftness, shredding through them all like paper; a dinner and a show. He wasnât sure when you learned how to wield the weapon with such grace and precision, but he couldnât care less when his pants were this fucking tight. But he couldnât let you have all the fun, watching your six any time a goon tried to get the jump on you while your back was turned, Sanzu was quick to bust a cap right between their eyes. After spilling gallons of blood from the opposition, leaving one still standing, you decided to play with him a little bit.
âP-Please! I-if you let me go, youâll never see my face again, I-I swear! I was just..just following orders, I-â
âOh, câmon, whereâs your conviction from earlier, huh? You were so confident before I minced all your friends. What was it you said youâd do to me once you killed my husband? Canât seem to put my finger on itâŠHaru, darling, do you recall?â
Sanzu, with his chin placed atop his interlocked fingers like a smitten fool, smoothly answered, âSaid heâd âFuck you raw on top of my corpseâ.â
You winked. âBingo. Thank you, handsome.â
âWelcome, gorgeous.â
The sniveling man yipped when the blade nicked his skin, a thin stream of blood flowing in its wake as you pressed it closer to his throat. His heart rate paced like a rabbit caught in a trap, nostrils flaring as he breathed sporadically while his life laid in the palm of your hand.
âGuess that didnât go according to plan, aw.â You sardonically cooed, spurring on a bit of rage as he gritted out a dry âFuck youâ in his final efforts of showing dominance. âOo, thereâs that passion we were missing!~ Letâs see how much more I can carve outta yo-â
Hearing the sound of faint sirens in the distance, Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance. With a grumble the pinkette popped a piece of his steak in his mouth and spoke between chews as he cocked his gun, âAlright, [_____], playtimeâs over. We gotta haul ass.â
You pouted. âBut, we didnât get to fuck on top of his corpse...â
Sanzu swallowed, hard. He couldnât help but internally groan with desire at your innocent display of vulgarity, tempted to take you up on that offer, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be involved in a standoff with the cops. Youâve proven you can handle yourself very well, a lot more than he realized thatâs for sure, but you were still his precious baby at the end of the day.
Better to keep you out of danger than thrust you in more of it, no matter how much the thought excited him.
âNext time, pretty baby.â
You huffed. âFine.â
Without hesitation, you strummed the manâs throat like a cello, the katana tearing through the skin with ease. The symphony of gurgles that escaped him sent shivers down Sanzuâs spine as he watched in manic glee as the man choked on his own blood. You never looked more stunning covered in red and holding his blade like it belonged in your hand, he wanted nothing more than to ravish you on the spot, but as the sirens drew near he tamed his urges just this once. You took his extended hand gratefully, swaying them as you both rushed for the restaurantâs back exit.
Once outside, while he scoped out the area for any cops patrolling, you nudged him. When he turned to see you beaming at him whilst blood stained your face, he swore his heart skipped a beat. âWhat?â
âYouâre getting me a kitten to make up for this, right, Haru?â
He raised a brow, but exhaled a chuckle. âSweetheart. Show off that violent side of yours more often, and you can have as many as you want.â
âYou good, ma?â A delightful shiver ran down your spine and straight to your pussy.
That was always the visceral response your body had whenever RINDOU spoke, especially low and intimately in your ear. From either gently waking you first thing in the morning, or to secretly shit-talk in crowed areas, it was his go-to method to getting your attention effortlessly. A dangerous method, one that was about to make you act up in front of all these important clients, decorum be damned.
âI am now,â you purred, falling back into his embrace as strong arms came vining around your waist. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gently swayed you both to the rhythm of the soft jazz playing over the speakers of the ballroom.
âMissed me that bad, huh.â You nodded with a slight pout, turning in his hold to stare up longingly into his eyes. They were lidded, heady. Another dangerous method of your husbandâs that made you weak in the kneesâhis undivided attention. âBored?â
âSo fucking bored,â you whined, tugging on his lapels. âThese things are always such a drab..â
Rindou hummed, hands slowly slipping down from your waist to hold your hips. You tensed slightly, not even bothering to mask the second shiver it caused. His grin turned sharp in response, head tilting. âYa sure thatâs what has you so out of it?â
You tilted yours, confused. He continued, âYouâre not as subtle as you think you are. Youâve been eye-fucking me for the past ten minutes. Came over to make sure you werenât dripping all over the damn floorââ
âShut up,â you jabbed him in the side, face boiling. Rindou barely flinched, squeezing your hips as he snickered cheekily at your embarrassment. âYouâre so irking...â
âYeah?â
âYes. If you knew I was horny, I couldâve been folded on my back ten minutes ago.â
âHm, almost as if I was doing something important, likeâŠâ he trailed off, making you squint and almost jab him again until he grabbed your hand in the last second, bringing it to his chest with a smug grin, âworking.â
You huffed, âIâm important tooâŠdo me.â
Rindou snorted, but brought your hand up to gently kiss the inside of your wrist with a tender look in his eyes. ââcourse you are, baby. Didnât know it would go for this long, âm sorry.â
âThen, how âbout you and I take a littleâŠsmoke break,â you suggested, hopeful; desperate. However, itâs futile when your husband clicks his tongue.
âNo can do. Kakuchoâs still not over the last time we took a âsmoke breakâ together.â
âHeâs not? Seriously? We werenât even gone for that long!â
He raised a brow. â[______]. The check made it back to the table before we did.â
You groaned, exasperated as you wiggled around in his hold. Rindou merely watched in mirth, not even phased as he let you finish your tiny tantrum. He teasingly cooed, âI know, I know. Poor thing canât go a day without something plugging up her slutty little hole.â
âShut up..!â You shrunk into his chest to hide away from the sultry words spoken directly in your ear, thighs clenching together as his deep chuckle came soon after.
Rindou was very much aware of your voice kink. It filled his ego to the brim with how needy you were, crumbling anytime he so much as spoke to you in a certain way. Thereâs nothing he wanted more than to ditch and bury himself in your thighs, giving it to you however you wished, for as long as you wished, whispering praises to you with a sprinkle of degradation in there to keep you craving for more of his soothing voice. But, unless he wanted his nuts handed to him on a silver platter by his stickler of a superior, you were just gonna have to wait.
And he knew how much you hated doing that.
âTen minutes.â
He sighed. â[_____]âŠâ
âFive minutes?â
âWe canât-â
âA minute, god, I donât even have to finish, Rin, please.â You whined in his ear, forcing him to close his eyes as a means to strengthen his resolve. It didnât do much help when your arms wrapped around his neck to gently rake your manicured nails against the nape, your thigh deliberately rubbing up against the growing erection confined in his dress pants. The tables had turned with a shiver now running down his spine, mind turning to mush as common sense slowly sunk into his dick. MaybeâŠsparing just a few minutes wouldnât hurt.
Even though the lavender-haired gangster couldnât see your face, he was certain you were grinning victoriously at the sound of his resolve breaking instantly, the slow exhale through his nose being all the confirmation necessary. Clearly, you werenât the only one who was needy.
Swallowing down a groan, he hissed through clenched teeth, âYouâre gonna be the death of me, yâknow that?â
Giggling, you were already leading him toward the nearest exit, swiftly evading the eyes of his coworkers, satisfied that you were getting exactly what you wanted in the end.
âBetter me than Kaku.â
âLike Iâve already explained to you, Officer. My husbandâs been here all day. Dunno if youâve noticed, but he canât exactly afford to leave my side for more than ten minuets let alone an entire evening.â
Despite gesturing to your swollen stomach and the small child shyly peering from behind your leg, the cop still fixed you with a skeptical look. You did your best to remain unnerved, providing comfort for not only your son but yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. Apparently, there had been a shootout that happened in the streets of Tokyo, and apparently a witness was able to describe one of the shootersâŠ
Henceforth, the unexpected visit from law enforcement. Again.
âMhm. And, may I ask, where exactly your husband is now? Surely if heâs been tending to his pregnant wife, he wouldnât have her answering the front door.â He raised an eyebrow, wry grin stretched across his face.
You worked your jaw, annoyed. âIn the shower.â
âHow convenient. Washing off the blood, I assume?â
âYou can assume whatever you want, it doesnât change my answer. Heâs been here, with us. Whoever said they saw him was mistaken. Now, if youâll excuse me, Iâve got mouths to feed. Have an evening, Officer.â
âNow, hold onââ
Without an ounce of hesitation, or care, you slammed the door in his smug little face. And just like thatâŠblissful silence. A grand weight lifted off your shoulders at the disgruntled sound of the pigâs flat-footed steps exiting out of your day. Releasing a slow exhale, your son took it upon himself to blow a raspberry at the closed door, having worked up the courage to mock the officer now that he was out of sight.
You grinned as you ruffled his hair, endearingly. âYou tell âem, baby.â
However, that silence didnât last long as RAN made himself known now that the coast was clear. Having hid around the corner in case things escalated, he too released an exhale, easy grin spreading across his face. Though your child was happy to see him, racing to cling onto his long legs, you merely glared in disapproval. Based off his appearance alone, disheveled and glistening with sweat, you wished your fib from earlier was true; he needed a shower.
â[S/n], donât touch daddy right nowâŠhe stinks.â
Though a bit childish in your phrasing, Ran was well aware it held an underlying meaning, a chill running down his spine under your harsh scrutiny. He cleared his throat, somewhat nervous, as he searched his brain for honeyed words that would soothe your soreness toward him. And he laid it on thick.
âThatâs âcause Daddy had to run the rest of the way home to make sure his babies were safe,â he leaned down to scoop up the clinging child, lightly tickling at his stomach poking out from under his pajama shirt to receive more joyous squeals. âBut, Mommy scared away the big, mean police man all on her own, didnât she?â
âYea!â [S/n] squeaked, bright laugh bouncing off the walls as he wiggled around eagerly. You felt the corner of your lip twitch upward at the sight, but you pursed your lips to hide the impending smileâRan noticed. He always did.
âYeah.. weâre real lucky to have someone as wonderful as her to watch our backs whenever weâre in trouble.. right, mama?â
Your glare still remained, though not as harsh compared to moments ago. Despite the mirth swirling in his lavender gaze, you took note of something else hiding within. Something more raw, more vulnerable.
Remorse.
Ran didnât like getting you caught up in his business. He did everything he could to ensure that none of you were ever exposed to the ugly parts of his life. Tonight, he was sloppy. He fucked up, and he knew that. The second shit hit the fan, his only priority was his family⊠You had every right to be livid with him, having both your son and a pregnancy to deal with virtually on your own, while also covering his ass from prying cops itching to nail him to the wallâŠItâs a miracle how you havenât packed up and left him yetâŠ
And he thanks his lucky stars that you havenât.
With another deep exhale, you rubbed your temple. âI donât know what it is that you do in those streets to cause such an upset, Ran-â
âFor the record, tonight wasnât exactly my fault-â
â-and I donât care. I justâŠâ
Your exhausted tone was more than enough to shut him up. He felt his throat tighten as he gently bounced your son on his hip to distract his increasing anxiety. The lavender-haired man mentally prepared for your scolding, already set on sleeping in the dog house if thatâs what got him in your good graces againâŠbut it doesnât come. Eyes that were hyper focused on [S/n] fiddling with his loosened tie slowly trailed up at the sound of you huffing in, what he assumed to be, relief.
Waddling over to your boys, you reached up to caress their faces. Instinctively, they nuzzled into your palms, Ran a little more hesitant than your beaming son before reaching out with his free hand to touch your stomach. When your unborn child kicked against it in response, you noticed his shoulders visibly relax. Your thumb gently rubbed under his eye, frowning at the dark circles that formed on the pale skin. He looked solemnly into your eyes, turning his head slightly to kiss the inside of your palm. You sighed once more, eventually granting him a smile in reassurance.
Despite his abnormal lifestyle, and how hectic it could get, âIâm just glad youâre home.â
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thigh-riding with steve. bc i canât stop thinking about him and heâs the cutest and i luv him okay bye <3
warnings: thigh riding. dom!steve kinda? kinda degrading, kinda praises, nicknames and allll that <3
MINORS DNI!!!!!!
you hated, scratch that, loathed, when steve had to work over hours. strapped to his desk, head not even getting up from whatever paper work he had that week.
especially, when you were this desperate and horny, just needing a sweet release, needing his cock inside of you, stretching you out fully. yet, he barely paid any attention to you, all you got from him was yes and no answers and a few grunts, making you huff.
so when you begged him to let you ride his thigh while he was doing his work, you never expected a yes, and a low groan of âcâmere.â as he pulls you omto his lap, and youâre quick to straddle his thigh.
âyouâre being the biggest fuckinâ brat right now, sweetheart, and iâm not in the mood, so get yourself off and shut up, yea?â you nod swiftly, and your hands are quick to wrap around the nape of his hair, your head lulling to the croon of his neck while you quietly grind yourself on his thigh, whimpers muffled as he doesnât pay any mind to you.
and of course youâre not wearing any panties under your thight skirt, just to get him riled up more, and he can feel your wetness soaking his sweatpants, making him let out quiet grunts. he tries to ignore it, but his cock stirs at how desperate and pathetic your mewls are, and how good you look straddling his thigh, your warmth covering him.
his cock aches in his boxers, and he knows he canât focus any longer because youâre so fucking perfect like this and judging by the way you keep slowing down he knows you canât even get yourself off without him.
âlook at you,â he coos, his rough hands wrapping around you, âpoor baby⊠canât even get yourself off, can you?â he mocks with a slight huff, and youâre quick to nod, doe-eyed gaze begging for more from him.
âyou need me to make you cum, isnât that right?â he hums, pushing his leg up into you as youâre quick to clench around his thick thighs.
with a bruising hold on your hips, he guides you back and forth, his knee jerking up in rhythm to create the perfect amount of friction and pressure on your clit that has you pathetically whining for him.
the quiet âstevie!â that leaves your lips making him moan, bulge pressing tighter against his uncomfortable boxers. he knows youâre close, and he wants nothing more than to give his pretty girl what she wants, what she needs.
âyou gonna cum for me honey, hmm?â he grunts, pressing his knee harder into you, making you cry out as you nod frantically. âjesus fuckinâ christ, look at you, cryinâ out, fuckinâ my thigh⊠such a desperate slut for me arenât ya, baby?â his smirk grows wider, cockier.
âpâplease stevie,â is all you can manage to let out, tear-streaked eyes begging for some release, making him pout.
âgo ahead, honey. cum for me. make a mess on my thighs,â he growls into your ear, leaving wet kisses all over the shell of your neck, his flexed thigh rubbing more and more into your clit, and that sweet, sweet spot, making you let out a loud moan of his mame.
pleasure washes over you so quickly that your body feels limb, back arching, and your cunt pulsates around his leg, making a mess on his thigh, all filthy and making him proud.
âsuch a good girl fâme, now lay down on the desk and let me clean you up, honey.â
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Summary: After Task Force 141 got a hint that you gave important information to their enemy- the boys do not hesitate to chain you up and give you a taste of hell. You on the other hand are innocent but they do not believe you
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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader)
a/n: part 3âs probably gonna take a while- oop.. enjoyyyyy
Warnings: uhm this whole fic is basically a warning. Torture; Blood; Mental Health; Angst angst angst not proof read CURSING!!! (Like always ngl). Being extremely drunk in a funny way(?) idk never been drunk before
genre: ANGST
+ 1,7k words
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6
Base. Last Year. Warm summer night.
A memory so stupid yet so sweet you often thought back to it. Still fresh, lingering in your brain like a welcomed cloud. Nothing special- still, like a upbeat song- making you happy- feeling fuzzy.
Just a night spent with your people. People that understood you. People that were aware of your fears just like you were aware of theirs.
Time slowed down when you dived back into the memory. Happiness flooding your senses every time.
Crickets chirping late at night- warm air coming through the opened window of the community area- making you feel fuzzy and warm.
Johnny was drunk as hell back than- just like you have been. Ghost- was clearly amused- having a softer look on his face- as you and Soap emotionally sung 'let it go'- feeling every second. Soaps loud voice combined with the scottish accent made you laugh uncontrollably- finding it hard to breath.
Everything was just so much funnier that night.
Making up lyrics at some point- too drunk to remember every line- and even Ghost had to admit the next day that the freestyle parts weren't even that bad.
Price was in a good mood as well- leaning back and watching two of his three Sergeants almost crying while singing a stupid song and dancing to it.
And Gaz? That man was deep gone in his slumber- beer still in hand whilst he snored the whole time- drool dribbling down his chin and pooling onto the table where his head crashed onto half an hour ago.
'Kids'- Price just thought- chuckling while shaking his head slightly in disbelief. His Fingers shortly ran over moustache- giving Simon a knowing look as his liuetenant switched your drink with cold water- not wanting you to throw up your organs the next day. Even if Ghost didnât admit it- Price knew how fond the liuetenant was of you. He saw it in the way he let you near- how he carried you when you dodged that bullet for him.
Price never mentioned it but he saw the tears that brimmed in Simons eyes back then- frantically carrying you bridal style to the medics- never leaving your side for days. Just waiting and praying for you to recover
You took a sip of the water- now too busy to paint Kyle's nails with a hot pink Nail polish named 'Babygirl kiss' or something of the sort- not even noticing the switch of your drink- too drunk to care.
Soap was also busy distracting Price before the man finally saw what you did to Kyle. "Y/n- no" John only tutted like a parent- as he saw Gaz' now pink nails. "Whaaaa'? shi' loogs good" you slurred with a loopsided grin- hiccuping after your words and earning a gentle pat on your shoulder
"Maybe a little punishment for passing out.. its not even permanent" Ghost shrugged- same unreadable expression on his face even tho you finally abandoned your artsy task and were sprawled over his lap on the couch- fiddling with his mask like a child- feeling tired out of the sudden.
Soap just nodded his head furiously at Ghosts words- just like you- liking the polish on your friends fingers. âYa dinnae fink thaâ thad lass hs a broblem wihâ tha, did a?â the man with the mohawk slurred while stumbling slightly to take another shot.
Price sighed with a nod- taking a big gulp of his Whiskey befor he closed his eyes- feeling the burning sensation trailing down his esaphagus. Still suprised that Ghost even let you so close to him. Touching him so often.
"Uhhg" Soap moaned in pain as he laid on the cheap carpet floor- holding his belly.. "May'be- goo mally jelly jots" he bitched- curling up to a ball to immediately pass out- earning a chuckle from his Captain.
It was a silly memory- just funny when remembered- thats what you liked. Something that feels normal- comfortable.
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Now it wasn't anymore.
Far from it actually.
You dreamed often times down here- memories that normally made you laugh- now making you cry. Wishing to just forget everything you ever witnessed with them. Even if it made your day back then.
You had to admit that you sometimes wished to travel back in time. Make everything right- but what did you even do? Right.
Nothing.
You could feel yourself getting weaker. Little to no food, the wetness and cold temperatures of the room crawled up your bones- making you shiver almost all the time- legs and arms turning painfully cold- almost like dead meat.
It was quiet most of the time. Too quiet. Too dark. The cell was made to torture- to confuse- to limit your senses. And it did.
You shook your legs in the darkness of the room. Feeling them getting weaker again. You didn't sit down for almost 2 weeks. Trying to move your fingers- hissing softly as the cuffs scratched uncomfortably at your already raw rubbed wrists. You couldn't feel your arms- just hoped that your fingers really did move.
âFuckâ you hissed- vision getting blurry with tears of frustration- and pain- and all the fucked up stuff that clouded your brain down in this shithole.
Slamming your bare foot behind you against the wall- definitely scratching it up during the process. âFuck- I am going to kill everyone of you dirty fuckers!â you yelled in agony- pulling at your chains- they did not budge a millimeter- just clinking under your movements.
Everything hurt. You had to admit that. Your eye was almost swollen shut, you could feel that. Broken nose, maybe also a black eye on the other side. Cuts adorning your Belly as well as your back-
You could swear that your toes and fingers were turning blue due to the coldness
You sighed into the silence. If it were any other occasion you would have probably thought about killing yourself? But now? Hah.
You will fucking live. Fucking spit in their faces Make them fucking bleed their hearts out and Scream.
Simon.
oh you were going to make him weep like a baby when all of this is done- destroying his tough shell with hateful words. Something that hurts him the most. Being Abandoned.
You were fucking Angry.
angry wasnât even fitting- you were furious, boiling with hate, wanting to see them destroyed.
Yeah. Your mother probably would say something like "Anger and revenge is no way out- its an unhealthy coping mechanism". You loved your Mother- didn't even know if she got informed what was going on here- probably not- you thought.
Still you wanted to throw a middlefinger at that statement. Yes. revenge isn't always a good answer. But here? Right now?
It seemed like a fucking good plan.
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"Just tell us, sugar" Gaz spat at you with a venom laced voice. Looking at your quiet and beat up frame. Painfully squeezing your chin inbetween his fingers to make you look at him.
"What? Cat gotcha tounge?" he asked with a bloodthirsthy smile. "Didn't think we would find out, eh?" he asked staring at you with a clenched jaw- he was seething.
No need to be a pro to see that.
Your feelings matched his expression perfectly - you didn't show him though. Staring into his eyes with a dead look- not bothering talking to him. "Maybe I should cut your tounge off, huh? Liking that idea, sweetie?" holding up his knife and cocking his head towards it to prove his point.
You rolled your eyes at that gesture, earning a quick stab into your shoulder, grunting at the sudden attack- not expecting it. Breathing getting heavier as you comprehended the pain that passed through your veins like a wildfire. Spreading its painful heat into every tissue of your body.
"fucker" you chocked out- getting kicked into your stomach for your words- your whole body cramping at the forcefull impact.
Body crumpling together as much as you could- still chained to the bar at the ceiling. "Just tell us the truth!" Gaz sneered angered- fist tightening as he pulled the sharp dagger out of your shoulder- an ugly squelching sound emitting during the process- making you shudder, even though you heard it pretty often during your career.
You huffed angrily- cold sweat forming on your body. Mixing with the dirt and dried up blood- sticking to your skin in an uncomfortable way.
"I. Didn't. Do. SHIT!" you yelled at him- a fire errupting in Gaz eyes, his mouth clenching shut- jabbing you into your throat with his hand out of nowhere-
And everything turned black.
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Gaz sighed at your unconscious self. Fist clenching and unclenching around the hilt of the bloody dagger- other hand coming up to wipe away the sweat that formed on his face.
"Fuck, just please.. tell us the truth" he whispered before turning around.
he quickly left- Room turning dark again. The singular lightbulb getting dimmer and dimmer till the light completely vanished.
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Your shoulder stung like a bitch after you gained consciousness. Groaning in pain- the warm liquid still slowly trickling down your shoulder, over your chest- trailing further down.
âFucking bitchâ you moaned in pain- curses- all directed at Kyle flooded your mouth
âMotherfucker!â you whimpered- shoulders trembling- making you wince even more. Feeling the tightness in the back of your throat- accompanied by the bitter taste and burning sensation in your eyes- frustrating you even more. tears falling free- creating small streaks on their way down- contrasting with the dried up blood on your beat up face.
A sob was the first thing that broke the silence for a long time. Then another- and another. All drenched in pain. Hurt. Betrayal.
Sobs wrecked your body- coughing after some minutes of crying your soul out. Too much Saliva or mucus in your nasal area. You pleaded into the cold air. Missing your family. Missing your happiness. Missing the old times.
old times..
Hours passed. Exhausted look on your face. Eyes shallow. Trying to drift off into sleep again.
You didnât care that you were probably ignoring the advice from your Mother that she taught you since you were little.
Fucking making them die on the inside it is.
Die on the Inside.
Fuckers.
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toji x nympho reader đ€
⣠tags. dom!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut. overstimulation, creampies, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, daddy kink, slight slapping, cum play, blowjobs, thigh riding, fingering, positions mentioned; cowgirl, doggy. heâs mean sometimes teehee. reader gets called âdoll & princessâ. separate headcanons + small drabbles under cut.
đđđđ was sure of it; no woman could ever keep up with his stamina or libido. he was surprisingly proven wrong when he met youâyour sexual desires were almost too much to keep up with. that last statement goes for the average man, at least.
đđđđ was no regular man at all. in many ways. and especially when it comes to sex and all that it comes with. with all his experience, he knew just the right techniques to satisfy a woman and keep her entertained for a long time. plus, his stamina and size were no joke due to his constant training and bulky physique.
đđđđ never misses on the opportunity of satisfying your needs. you could wake him up at 3 a.m with the question if he could help with you with a certain âproblemâ and heâll gruntâsurelyâbut doesnât hesitate to roll over on his back and let you pull his boxers down whilst encouraging you to ride him in an exhausted manner.
âcâmon, werenât you the one asking if you could fuck yârself on my cock? ya either do it right or get off.â mean as always. but somehow, it increased the pleasure you were feeling alreadyâthat hoarse, raspy morning voice of tojiâs echoes in your ear with each sentence uttered. it was even hotter when heâd grunt or groan under his breath. toji had one hand on your ass, squeezing or lazily spanking it whenever your hips slammed down on his. his other arm was draped over his eyes, keeping them closed since he was in the mood to continue sleepingâbasically half-asleep, in contrast to your energy filled body which was riding his cock continuously. âmhmm, jusâ like that. fuck yârself dumb on my dick, princess.â
đđđđ knows you get turned on very easily just from him doing the most simplest of things. what really gets you going is his bodyâthe way his big, masculine hands knead at the flesh on your waist whenever he hugs you from behind, the veins running through them making your pussy tingle. . or when he stretches and warms up in your bedroom before going on a missionâthat makes you rub your thighs together. and you make it known that youâre turned on by him just by looking at him with those seductive eyes.
and đđđđ canât deny that your horniness awakens his.
ass up, face downâyour body was getting pounded into the bed by none other than toji, who was fed up with the constant lustful looks you gave him whilst he worked out. it made him lose all concentration, which wasnât good, since he needed to prepare for a bounty he was going to take on that night. thus, toji took out his frustrations on you and your greedy cunt; âya hear that? yâre fuckinâ dripping for this cock to fill ya upâyeah? wanâ me to fuck some of my cum into yâr cunt before i go?â you whine and nod whilst your noises were muffled by the pillow. your body ached for toji and you were desperate to get anything from him, any sensual touches would doâyour pussy was sensitive and needed its release. toji knew that you wouldnât be satisfied with just one round, however, so he was determined to go make it a challenge: fuck you until youâre leaking his cum from all your holes and passed out from exhaustion.
đđđđ loves it when you shamelessly or shyly beg him to suck his dick. you do it most of the time when heâs manspreading on the couch, just chilling and looking bored whilst watching a dumb show on the television. next thing he knows your head appears between his legs and his fingers are tangled in your hair, pushing your head down on him. sometimes it even happens in public; heâll be sitting there on a chair or bench, a protective hand on your waist and your eyes would be directly on his crotch. he doesnât even have to be hardâthereâs always that massive bulge hiding under his pants, reminding you of what heâs packing down there.
âfuck. . dollâyâre gnna make me cum before i get a taste of that pretty pussy.â toji grumbles quietly, half closed eyes staring down at your kneeling form. you were sucking and drooling all over his cock, sometimes gagging when the tip hit the far back of your throat, though that only spurred the man before you on. his hips buck up into your mouth, your hands automatically clenching into fists, putting your thumb under your other fingers to stop your gag reflex from activatingâdesperate to give toji that pleasure he longed for. the man was surely enjoying every second of it. he kept you quiet (except for the faint wet, slurping sounds from your warm mouth as his cock slid in and out of it), his lips curled into an amused smirk, âthaâs my girlâtaking all of it in her mouth. what a good little thing.â toji made sure to whisper those words, not caring if somebody heard what was happening from outside the department storeâs bathroom stall, but still wanting to avoid any unnecessary trouble. he was actually holding himself back from ravaging your cunt insteadâthough he settles for shooting ropes of cum down your throat.
đđđđ, who gets off from eating you out. he loves to have your cunt full out on his faceâadores the way you squirm when heâs pushing your thighs and hips down on his face to get a proper taste of your slickâenjoys when heâs just relaxing with his mouth and nose stuffed between your folds, giving absent licks whilst simply enjoying your scent. he especially loves eating your cunt out when youâre begging for his cock instead. he always shows you just what he can do with that tongue of hisâbringing you a different type of pleasure than his dick could do.
one moment you were reading something on your phone, and in the other your manâs face was buried into your wet cunt. you were moaning and writhing on the bed sheets, trying to grind against his mouth. toji was taking his sweet time with you, âmmnh, so fuckinâ good. give me one more, yeah? one more orgasm fâme, princess.â that was what he said minutes ago and you were already on your third climax. you loved thisâabsolutely relinquished in the feeling of his tongue lapping your juices up, his lips that sucked on your clit every couple seconds, nose buried between your folds. ânghhh,, wanâ you so bad, daddy! wanâ you to fuck me, please!â toji chuckles drlyly, the vibrations hitting your cunt. two slaps were brought down upon your thighs; âiâll fuck yâr needy self when i wanna, ya hear? now cum on my tongue or iâll force it outta ya, princess.â
đđđđ, who loves to finger you or let you ride his thigh when heâs busy but still wants to keep you satisfied. youâd be whining for his attention, pouting and slightly frustrated when all you want tojiâs attention. and his touch, naturally. sometimes youâd go as far as stroking yourself in front of him to show your desperationâ which he finds to be the hottest thing ever; you being so needy that youâll thrust a few fingers inside your cunt and moan for him to come fuck you properly. works every time. but when tojiâs a bit too busy to do anything (or too tired / lazy), he gets you off with his thigh or fingers.
âi need to call shiu for info on that one bounty. .â toji recalls and grabs his phone, one hand on his mobile whilst the other was slowly cupping your pussy, thumb drawing lazy circles on your clit, index rubbing your labia. you whine as his hand there disappears, âgimme a minute, sweet thing.â toji licks his index finger whilst pressing some buttons on his phone, head leaning against the headboard of the bed as he watches you impatiently grind against his muscular thigh. he lets you do as you please and watches your ass and hips as they move in front of him. toji tenses the muscles in his leg whenever your clothed pussy slides alongside his skin, bouncing his thigh whenever youâd rest and take a break from grindingâkeeping the stimulation goingâ âgiving me a good show, huh? keep at it. might reward ya after my phone call.â
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Little things to upgrade your morning routine
Always start your morning with a nice drink like a coffee, matcha, or tea.
Say good morning to your pets, you can also text your friends and maybe, make some plans!! <3
Set an alarm so you wake up on time and don't feel rushed, for me, it's usually enough to just sleep with my blinds open!! :)
Open your windows to let some fresh air in, also make sure to check if any of your plants need water!!
Make-up and music. I love doing my make-up while listening to one of my playlists, it's the perfect way to set the mood <3
Positive affirmations!! You can write them on sticky notes and put them on your mirror so you'll see them while getting ready!! :)
Prepare a cute outfit the night before, and make sure to check the weather so you can plan ahead!
Don't skip breakfast, If you are busy, you can meal prep some overnight oat or chia pudding the night before.
Try reading at least 10 pages in the morning, it will help you feel more refreshed.
Make sure to check your bag, so you don't forget things like your lip combo, keys, and headphones!! Nothing worse than sitting on the subway without headphones (me rn) :((
As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions and tips in the comments!! I hope you all have a beautiful Monday/Week <3
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