#still don't know if i want to teach forever but i definitely want to keep teaching for now

[lifeinkinder]

But why am I spending my time thinking about getting a master's in early childhood?

Because of IL's fucked up licensure system, even though I'm licensed K-9, if I leave my current position, I can't teach kinder ever again without getting a master's in ec anyway.

And like I want to be able to take a break from teaching and/or kindergarten and still have the option to go back to a grade that I love. I also want to be able to transfer within my district and be able to transfer into a kindergarten position (which currently I can't do because you're only grandfathered in if you stay in your position at your building, not if you stay in your district).

Also, because I host placements from the university, I have vouchers that, if I played it right, could let me get most of a master's degree and only pay bare minimum.

Also the ability to change lanes and make significantly more than I'm making now would be so nice. Also, I'm only 8 years from being frozen on the salary schedule. So I should probably start doing something about that.

[mourninglamby]

Everyone is entitled to their opinion of me, but to have things I care about deeply and discussed seriously be taken out of context or misinterpreted in such uncharitable ways isn't something I want to bear anymore.

I've always had a feeling some vague-posts ive seen are about me and it's personally maddening to know I'm right. I think it's definitely best I stay out of this fandom (moreso than i already try to) from now on. much love to the beautiful souls ive encountered in anons, in my messages, and anyone else who has ever said kind things to me about my art or analysis! all the wonderful asks I still have saved in my inbox are very precious to me and I will cherish them forever.

I'm so happy I was able to meet and discuss difficult topics with people who share my feelings, and who teach me new things i wouldn't have even considered before, so I will never regret the uplifting and eye opening conversations I've had on here. you are all more intelligent than you know and I am forever thankful for the feeling of solidarity you've shown me. I wish us nothing but healing - even those who have said some fucked up things about me. I know we're all hurting if we've stuck with dsmp this far. I don't think discourse is what any of us need.

If I've learned anything in 3 years of falling in and out of love with this story and reclaiming aspects of it with my friends in order to understand our own experiences, this is not a safe fandom for abuse survivors. I don't want to keep fooling myself into thinking it ever could be.

-xoxo, Mimi

[justmasblack]

Mirage

Sauron/Annatar x Female elf reader, Celebrimbor x Female elf reader -Is it?-

Summary: Your husband Wants the rings but Some smith is getting on his nerves in so many ways.

Word count: Almost 2.5k

Author: This is my first ever published fanfic for any fandom, It hasn't been beta. I really hope to know what you think of it, Have fun I guess.

Warnings: Blood, Slight smut, Graphic scenes, Less than 18 please Don't read.

"This all can stop, All of it." I kneeled by Celebrimbor's side, He doesn't have much, I know it, He knows it and therefore my words are empty and my promises are hollow to him.

"If only I gave you the nine rings." He tiredly nodded."Name what you want, I will make sure you get it."

"Anything?"

"Anything" I caressed his face gently.

"Kill your husband" My hand retracted as if it was hit by lightning.

"Kill my husband and have the rings And live lonely, Just like you did." I replied coldly.

"Is it the only reason you are with him? So you wouldn't be lonely?"

"You can never understand, He loves me Celebrimbor, He Loves me." I viciously replied.

"But who do you love my dear friend?"I swallowed hardly the lump that formed in my throat because of his question and the fact he still calls me his friend, I didn't know if he actually meant it or not, But Who do I love indeed?. Am I still in love with Mainor?, Or Is it just just a habit by now?. Centuries passed since we were last together. Is he even still in love with me?.

Celebrimbor sensed my hesitation and decided to twist the knife deeper."He doesn't love you, He never did, He isn't capable of that and you know it."I was having enough of Celebrimbor's games and decided to focus again on my mission. He will never know how far Mairon can go for me.

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Five courses lied on our dinner table."I know you don't have much of an appetite but you will definitely love what I had prepared for you" He grabbed my seat for me to sit down and went to sit in his seat.

He pointed to the servants to uncover the five courses that was put in front of me to find 5 elven heads. Not just any elfs, I will always remember the elfs who killed my family, Their heads now lie in front of me. I chuckled and couldn't help the tears that streamed down my face. I got up of my chair and he met me half way.

" I promised you to quench your revenge fire, Now I promise I will never let anyone hurt you again"

"And I promise that you would never be alone again"I didn't know who needed that promise me or him, But I knew something for a fact that night. I knew He was the one for me and I would do anything for him.

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"We will never let anyone know that it was you who gave them to us, The massacre of your people and the destruction of your legacy will stop and......" Celebrimbor chuckled at my promises.

"Or......" I put my index on my mouth "We could deny you death and he would let me keep you as a pet." I caressed his face delicately and whispered in his ears "Trust me my dear celebrimbor, You will hate it."

My husband entered the forge at this very moment "What's taking so long?." He was impatient and agitated.

"His head is indestructible." I grimaced at celebrimbor and got up leaving him for my husband to deal with. I watched the city being brought to ashes from the window.My husband took pleasure in tormenting Celebrimbor. He was always good when it came to that.

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"Do we really have to do this?"

"We must do this, Otherwise we can lose each other any moment again and this time, It could be forever" Those were the words of my husband who came back as Annatar, Lord of the gifts.

Centuries of mourning, During them I built my life in Eregion, Had a new name, New identity and new feelings for the master of the city.

Mainor taught me some craft in our leisure. He loved teaching me everything and I always wanted to learn quickly and be perfect for him.

The things I learnt from my husband were the things that drew Celebrimbor's attention to me. I felt seen for the first time in centuries. So when my husband showed up again and told me of his plan, I hesitated but eventually agreed as he told me it was the only way to be together again. I never thought that this plan would involve tormenting Celebrimbor that much or that long as he wasn't supposed to discover the true identity of Annatar that quickly.

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"You will never reach whatever mirage you are seeking Sauron".

"You will be surprised how resourceful I can be Celebrimbor" Celebrimbor snickered at Sauron's vanity.

"You can't even see what you lost even when it's in front of you" Sauron followed Celebrimbor's gaze and his eyes widened.

"Enjoying the view".

"What?" I frowned as I was snapped from my train of thoughts by his comment.

" I ... Said.... Are you enjoying the view?" He approached me with the coldest stare in his eyes, I didn't know what urged it but I knew something was wrong as I was perplexed by his question and his next words planted terror in my bones.

"Finish him".

"What?" I looked with horror at celebrimbor who was barely conscious.

"Why?, We didn't get the rings yet" I hid my panic as my breath started to hitch.

"We won't get them from him, I will get them the hard and traditional way, I will look for them myself, NOW...- He shoved a blade into my hand- Finish him".

I hesitated and he caught that hesitation, He grabbed my arm.

"Are you defying me?" I frantically shaked my head. "Just let me convince him, I know I can" My husband's grip almost broke my arm before he let go of it. "You have only one try and you will kill him" He pushed me towards celebrimbor whom I kneeled beside and held his face gently. "It doesn't have to be this way, Please Celebrimbor, I don't want to see in hurt, It doesn't have to end this way" My forehead rested against his head while I whispered my words into his ear.

" Leave..... I don't want you to witness this". Celebrimbor whispered in pain.

" We will eventually find them, With your help or without it, Your life is too precious to be lost this way".

"Leave for good" He looked at me while saying his last words to me.

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Sauron was barely containing his anger and jealousy, Did his wife actually betrayed him?, Did she stop loving him and left him like that elf had said?, She is begging the elf and he is shamelessly telling her to leave him, Her husband while he is witnessing all of it.

"That's it, You failed, Finish him" I looked at my husband who approached us, His face darkened and I knew there is no room for any more delay. I held the blade again but it felt so heavy in my hand, It wasn't the first time I kill but why I couldn't lift my hand as it felt so numb. My husband gave me his back waiting for me to finish my mission.

Celebrimbor noticed my hesitation and he decided to spare me such cruelty.

"Asking your wife to kill me instead of you is kinda beneath you, I thought we had special time Annatar Or shall I say Shadow of Morgoth. Listen to me very well Shadow of Morgoth, Listen to the Dying words Of Celebrimbor, The last prince of house Fëanor, Those Rings of power shall be your destruction and your ruin, You lose everything because of them Lord of Rings and EVERYONE"

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I couldn't take the teasing of that elf anymore, I grabbed a spear, stuck it into his abdomen and lifted him with it. My wife screamed and covered her face. I looked at her and the blade that fell of her hand then looked at Celebrimbor.

I told him the last words he will ever hear "I WILL WIN EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOU GIFTED ME THEM". Then I fixed the spear to the ground. I decided to put all my focus on my wife or whom I thought was my wife, I uncovered her face with my hands to find her crying.

"Are those tears for me or for him? Answer me." She flinched and tried to free her face from my grip. "You are hurting me", She grabbed my wrist. "You loved him, Didn't you?. Do you love him?", I let go of her chin and dug my fingers in her arms holding her in place, She shaked her head, closed her eyes and let her tears stream.

"I want to hear you say it, Do You Love Him?"

"No" She whispered but her thoughts screamed yes, My eyes widened and a tear fell down my cheek. My hands fell by my side, She opened her eyes at the loss of my touch and cupped my face.

"You are my husband, We swore long time ago for better or worse. Mairon, I choose you, It's always gonna be you. Please let's go home. Please."

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I woke up in my bed in Mordor, I don't how I got here, I saw my husband standing at the head of my bed looking at my lying figure, I sit in my bed with my head spinning. "How did I come back here? When?."

He took his time before answering. "You felt overwhelmed and lost your consciousness, Apparently you have grown soft with time"

I looked at my lab, He lies straight to my face, He knocked me down, I know it but he would never admit it.

"It's good to be back home" I whispered but he never commented. I got off my bed and walked to him, He refused to meet my eyes.

"I missed you, I Missed us, I missed this" I put my hand on his heart and took his hand to put it on mine. " Mairon" I whispered his name but he still didn't react, I tried to kiss him but he wasn't kissing me back so I was about to head back to my bed before his hand grabbed my wrist. He pulled me closer to him and hungrily kissed me. He threw me back on our bed, We both lost our garments quickly. His moves were harder than anytime and my moans of his name were louder.

I wanted him to have me, with his mouth and his touches. I wanted him to remind me of what we had and make me forget the mirage of what I almost had. I wanted his touches to cleanse me of my forbidden thoughts, Claim me as his and make me repent from any feeling or smile or even a word of affection I targeted anyone else but him with it.

Tears fell down my face and I didn't know if it was because I am finally with my husband for the first time in centuries or because of his moves that felt like punishment or because I had a hand in the demise of Celebrimbor. My heart was clenching in my chest and I couldn't place the reason, A feeling I thought I had forgotten, Could it be guilt? Or something else?.

After coming down from multiple highs, I rested my head over his chest listening to his heartbeat. I always loved doing that. His heartbeat was always relaxing and hypnotizing to me.

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I watched as he was experimenting his ideas. He always preferred the early hours of the morning before the forge gets crowded.

"Don't you have some work to finish or Are you gonna watch me all day?" I smirked at the lord who haven't spared me a look yet.

"I finished it yesterday". He sighed and left what he was doing and I advanced to stand by his side.

"You never listen, I thought I told you to finish it today and go get some rest." I smiled at his frustration, Did he actually care about me or was it all in my head?

"What? You can't blame me, It's not my fault I have a master that inspire that devotion in me."

"You are taking the day off, When did you finish your work?"

"Two hours ago" I smiled admiring his feature from this close.

"And why aren't you in bed already?"

"I couldn't sleep, Not when I know I can get a front seat to watch that inspiration before the forge gets crowded." He sighed but decides to fiddle with some of the papers in front of him.

"I will never surpass you, Will I? You will always be the master and I am the pupil." "That's not right, One day you will be even greater. You need more experience and to never rush time wanting to grow up quickly, Who knows you could be my heir or my successor." I shaked my head at his words, I knew what he meant but I grew tired of that game.

"But I don't want to be your heir or successor."

"Y/n" He whispered my name

"Celebrimbor" I held his face gently.

"Listen I will not act on my feelings if it's not mutual and be assured I would never embarrass you by any indecent action but Please stop dismissing them as if they don't exist or they are vile. It hursts me." His worried eyes looked down then looked at me again.

"I never said they were vile. You are young"

"I am old celebrimbor" My hands left his face.

"And I am even older. You deserve someone younger."

"Don't tell me what I deserve, Especially when I know exactly what I want, But I get it now, You will always be married to your craft and I don't like to share."

"You will find someone more proper than me."

"No, There's no one like you." I lowered my gaze and turned my face the other way snickering at my ridiculousness. There's actually someone like him and I am tied to him. Already.

"It's just you are different." I painfully smiled at him and before I leave the forge , I turned my face with sad smile over my face.

"You would have been a great husband and a magnificent father celebrimbor."

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The bitterness in sauron mouth increased. He wanted to kill his wife in her sleep. How dare she touch him while thinking and dreaming of another?He won, He really won, celebrimbor. Not only he denied him the elf rings but also he stole from him his most precious thing. Sauron only saw it now that no matter the outcome to the situation. It's celebrimbor who won.If he had killed him or If he hadn't. If he killed his wife or If he didn't. Sauron lost this battle

[anya-nya-nya]

Using their stand to stop you from running away.

Contains: Bruno, Leone, Fugo, Giorno

TW yandere behavior, abuse (both physical and mental), gaslighting, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con, please contact me if you think I missed something!

Bruno

Why does no one talk about how you literally can't escape Bruno? Because even if you manage to break out of the bedroom he was locking you in, all he needs to do is use his stand to zip off your arms and legs and then watch with a smile how you try to crawl away on these four stumps. But don't you worry, that was such a warm and kind smile, not the cruel one, as your boyfriend is still a gentleman! He would carefully pick you up and bring you back to the room with a soft coo. And even if you would keep crying and cursing him for being such a monster, Bruno wouldn't get mad. You're just confused and overwhelmed, after all. It's okay, he can understand that you need some time to adjust to your new life..

..But he will definitely try to speed up this process with some uninvited kisses and strokes, actually believing he helps you get used to it. Oh! And the way you try to push him away with the remains of your arms is actually pretty cute BUT he will not give your limbs back if you keep being such a brat.

Also, this strange satisfaction of seeing you so vulnerable rises up in Bucciarati more and more with each new attempt to escape. It's all upon you if you will get your body in normal state anytime soon or will be all at his disposal like this and in need to be taken care of forever.

Leone

Leone is a more reticent person. He probably wouldn't tell you about his stand's ability just to have a trick up his sleeve. So when he starts to notice that your behavior suddenly changed - maybe you become too obedient after throwing tantrums almost every day or stop threatening him to run away and call the police - he would immediately understand you find a way to actually escape him.

He can be pretty sadistic and has already punished you many times but now it's time to actually teach you a lesson and fuck not with your body but with your brain. All he needs to do is just use his stand to imitate his appearance to make sure you understand that you're ALWAYS watched. Would love to see the terror on your face when you got scared by seeing him in the living room - didn't he just walk away to the kitchen?! How can he be so fast? Is he actually just teleporting everywhere you go?

The satisfied smirk on his face just makes it all worse. What's wrong, did Leona actually break your spirit that fast? Well, although it was sometimes quite amusing to see your attempts to fight back, it can be tiring and annoying. Leona's more a fan of you being quiet and obedient, too scared to say something when he pressed you against the wall again with his hands already under your shirt.

Fugo

ohh the emotional swings from Fugo. He actually wants to be soft with you and pamper you like a porcelain doll, yet your whines about wanting to go home and these stupid attempts to run away are driving him insane. It's a miracle he still didn't kill you, you know? Both with his stand and his bare hands.

He's kissing bruises on your body with the most gentle apologizing whisper in one second, then making new ones the next. Most of the time it's just him himself, but sometimes, especially when he coughs you in the middle of another try to escape, wouldn't mind using his stand. More exactly would be too overwhelmed with rage to notice he used Purple Haze, but would quickly calm himself down TO NOT actually release some deadly virus.

So, as Fugo can't physically use his stand to stop you, he would just threaten you with it. He's smart enough to find good words to make guilt stuck in the back of your mind. YOU'RE the ungrateful brat here, throwing away all the hard work he did just for you. He's literally trying his best to be the ideal boyfriend, but instead of supporting him you just keep pushing him away, driving him insane! Sorry but he's loving you too much, so maybe he should actually use his ability and let you both die in embrace of each other and have a fresh state in another life?

And despite it all sounds ridiculous, the mad expression on his face makes you think that even if this man's bluffing there's still too much compulsivity in him that can make these threats become true.

Giorno

Giorno is a straight up gaslighter tbh.

If he noticed you from behind then wouldn't even bother to notify you that you're caught in the act. All he will do is turn a doorknob into something you are afraid of - snakes, for example. Or maybe the window frame will suddenly become vines that will wrap around your wrist the second you climb up on the windowsill. And even if you would be brave enough to point it out he would just act like he didn't do anything.

If he walks in and faces you in the middle of breaking the lock, he's still pretty chill. Giorno doesn't care that you have a screwdriver in your hand, he will just softly talk with you and ask what are you doing here while slowly dragging you away from the door. There's a cake he bought to enjoy together after dinner and some free time from his work that he wants to spend with you on his laps.

Yet if you proceed to fight back then this is the time when he would use his stand to punch you. Not too strong, just enough to use his ability to literally 'push' your mind away from the body. And while you're standing here, full of sudden energy and power, you're still unable to do anything, only able to watch as Giorno carefully carries your body back to the bedroom while talking about having some nice cuddle session with you.

And by the time you will come to your senses, you will be already trapped in his grasp, feeling smooth kisses down your neck.

[viaoverthemoon]

I have a small request here too✋ I was thinking about Leon (damnation maybe) x fem!reader with reader being his daughter's kindergarten teacher, and the little one falls in love with her and wants to spend more time with reader, and Leon he finds himself forced to accept this, so he falls in love with the reader. It can be with smut at the end or just something romantic, it doesn't matter.

I hope I explained it ok, I've had this idea in my head for some time but I don't know how to express it 😂❤️❤️

Oooo this sounds so cute stawpppp.

Since I have another fic in the works that's drenched in smut, I'll keep this one fluffy. ;)

Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're a kindergarten teacher for Leon Kennedy's daughter and she wants to keep you forever!

Tw: Fluff, Mention of deceased relative, Mention of past miscarriage

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Enjoy! <3

To Belong

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"Congratulations, Arabella! It looks like you're our student of the week!"

You gently place the pin on Arabella's shirt, smiling widely at her proud expression.

Being a kindergarten teacher definitely has its downs. But also has its ups as well. One of those ups being the honor of teaching these innocent children. Every day is something new, a new experience that makes you realize the importance of raising the next generation.

Arabella turns towards you, smiling so wide her cheeks must hurt. She grabs onto your leg. "Thank you, Miss (L/N)! This means so much to me!"

You smile down at her, proud of her for using the feelings lesson you'd taught her, and crouch to her level to give her a hug. "You're welcome, Arabella! I'm so proud of you. Thank you for being such a kind student!"

She seems to take your praise very seriously, being super kind to her classmates and staying by you side, asking if you need help or service in any kind of way.

❁

At the end of the day when everyone has left, you sit alone at your desk.

Whilst flipping from one graded paper to another, the door to your classroom creaks open.

You raise your head just in time to see Arabella run into the room, screaming with her arms in the air. "MISS (L/N)!!!!"

You laugh as she runs around your desk and hugs you, babbling nonsense excitedly. "Oh my goodness! Back so soon, Arabella?"

She gives a hyper nod. "Yes!"

"'Yes ma'am', Bella."

Your eyes snap up, locking with a pair of bright blues.

You look at him, surprised.

The man held a strong resemblance to Arabella, minus the straight blonde hair Arabella carried. They shared blue eyes and a soft face. If anything, his rough exterior yet light features suited him. Gave him a mysterious and alluring air that draws people to him, searching to learn more about him.

"Oh- yes ma'am- Daddy look, look! This is the nice teacher I was telling you about!"

You rise from your chair and hold out a hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kennedy."

He shakes your hand and offers a nod. "Pleasure to meet you too, Miss (L/N). As you can see, I've heard quite a lot about you."

He gives his daughter a pointed look that makes you laugh. You gesture to the seat across from your desk, offering him a seat as you settle back into your chair. "I assume there's a reason you're here that I could help you with?"

Mr. Kennedy sits in the chair, seemingly tired as he falls into the seat and instinctively spreads his legs.

You try your hardest not to acknowledge the action, but your eyes fail you, flickering down his frame for half a second before returning to his face.

You instantly regret your mistake when he smirks at you, straightening up just a bit and resting his arms on his legs. "Actually, I was hoping to discuss what Arabella's behaviors are like while she's at school, as well as how she's learning." He pauses. "I mean, obviously if she's getting student of the month for the 2nd time, she's doing pretty good."

He smiles and playfully ruffles Arabella's hair, earning a laugh from the 5-year-old. "But still. It would be nice to hear from her teacher, not her."

You clear your throat and nod, turning away to escape the burn of his gaze and pulling out a folder labeled A.K., Arabella Kennedy's character chart.

"Of course, I understand. Let's start with how she handles assignments."

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After about 45 minutes of talking, Leon seems satisfied with his daughter's school life and begins to pack up his things to leave. But Arabella becomes upset, running to you and refusing to let go of your leg.

"No! I'm not ready to say bye to Miss (L/N) yet!"

She throws the standard child tantrum, small tears streaming down her reddened puffed out cheeks as you gently try to coax her into letting go.

"Arabella... Don't be upset. You'll see me again on Monday-"

But she's relentless, shaking her head and kicking away Mr. Kennedy's hands as he tries to reach for her.

Eventually, he sighs and looks at you embarrassingly. "I'm so sorry Miss (L/N). She's hardly ever like this."

Seeing as this is something you deal with all the time, you just shake your head, offering a small smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to this behavior... I'm about to leave for the day. If you guys want, we could go out for a quick dinner? This way, we won't have to part so soon."

This gets the crying 5-year-old to quiet down almost immediately. She looks up from your leg, tears and snot smeared all over your pant leg. "Really? Can we?"

You look up at Mr. Kennedy, raising a brow for conformation. And, seeing as there was no way around it, he gives in.

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And from that moment forward, you and the Kennedy family became quite close.

You shared a few dinners and spent time together at amusement parks and entertainment events, eventually becoming so close that you'd even watch Arabella when Leon had to leave for reasons of his job.

You listen to his stories, and he listens to yours.

He shares how he and Arabella have no one else to depend on. Her mother, although she and Leon didn't have a good relationship, had died during childbirth. And how he'd lost his own parents long ago, growing up an orphan and not having much.

And you share only having your parents. You could have had a little one yourself, but unfortunately grieved a harsh miscarriage and the father of the child leaving soon after didn't help.

You both end up having more in common than you'd originally thought.

And now, you share more than just experiences and memories. Now, you share shy looks and ghostly touches.

Somedays his hand will graze yours and you both will avoid each other's gaze, ignoring the sudden spark that comes when you make contact.

That is until, one night Leon returns from a particularly long job to find you curled up on his living room couch with a book in hand, reading glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.

"Hey, sorry for the long night. Never meant to be gone that long." He shrugs off his leather jacket and throws it over the arm of his second couch.

You eye his fatigued figure for a moment before removing your glasses and putting down your book. "No, it's alright. You know I don't mind, Leon."

Sitting up, you pat the spot next to you on the couch, offering him a seat. "Arabella's upstairs asleep in her room..." He gives a soft grunt and falls on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck while nodding and muttering a 'Good. Thank you.'

Eyes skillfully assessing his behavior, you decide to ask him the question that's been on your mind. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

He glances at you through his peripheral but instantly looks away. "Yes. I'm fine. You can go now."

In all honesty, the way he suggested you leaving hurt your feelings. But you didn't relent. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay..."

Reaching a hand out, you place it on top of his on his lap. He flinches slightly, but doesn't push you away. He pauses for a second...

And then he relaxes, flipping his hand over to wrap it around yours.

Your heart is in your throat and the palms of your hands begin to sweat. But you don't show it, smiling shyly at Leon and holding his hand.

He doesn't look at you. Doesn't show any signs that he acknowledges you besides the fact that he isn't letting go of your hand. "Why do you stay? Why do you want to stay?"

The monotone question catches you off guard. You momentarily freeze as his eyes find you.

Blue frozen glaciers filled with oceans and rivers of pure sadness and regret. The emotion in his eyes makes you briefly wonder where he finds the space for the happiness he feels with Arabella.

Or if he'll have the space for happiness with you.

You take a moment to think, looking down at your linked hands and gliding a thumb over the warmth of his skin. "I feel happiest when I'm here with the two of you. As you know, I don't have much. All I've had to look forward to has been my students... but now... I have the both of you."

You look him in the eyes, trying to convey your emotions through the look in yours. "These past few weeks have been the best I've lived through in years... I'm tired of living alone, Leon. Life is worth so much more when you spend it with somebody else."

He looks at you in shock, not sure what to say about your sudden confession. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to choose the right words to say.

You look away bashfully. "Er- What I'm trying to say is... I'd like it if we could spend... more time together. And see each other more often. But-! It's completely up to you, of course."

For a moment, the silence is nerve wracking. You try not to fidget too much or show that you're anxious in awaiting his answer.

You're beginning to lose hope when Leon's hands are suddenly on your hips.

You're so surprised by his actions that you hardly notice him gently coaxing you into sitting on his lap.

Your legs straddle his thighs, backside rested on his knees when you suddenly notice your position. Your face burns hot, and you rest your hands on his shoulders.

His hands find purchase on your waist. "If I'm being honest, I expected you to leave us a long time ago... I didn't mean to be rude. I just didn't think you'd stay."

He caresses your sides, warm hands heating through the fabric of your clothes. "And... I would like it- a lot if you stayed with us. Not only would you make me happy, but you'd make Arabella happy too. And that matters more than anything."

You pretend to ponder on your decision, looking away with a small smile on your face before turning back to Leon. "Well... I guess I can stick around-"

The sentence barely leaves your lips before Leon pulls you in, kissing you with so much relieved passion that you momentarily feel dizzy.

And for once, you feel like you truly belong somewhere.

Yes. This feeling is definitely one you can get used to.

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Hope you enjoyed!

More requests coming soon!

Requests are open!! <3

[r0-boat]

Games with random play siblings

Wise

Wise it's Good at board games and card games like very good. Like used to be heavy Yu-Gi-Oh Super Fan good (still a Yu-Gi-Oh fan) He doesn't have classic board games either He has a lot of weird board games that you've never heard of before. And he has a whole shelf full of them.

The first thing he does when the two of you open up a board game with a bunch of friends is he will read the rules. And mans reads the rules like he's reading a math textbook an instantly becomes a pro. Then he teaches everyone else at the table.

He loves video games too He has a big ass PC if it's not for work it's for games. However He likes survival or tactical RPG games the best.

He really wants to like horror and he tries really hard but he cannot sit through games with gore or anything involving.

Has been trying to learn D&D recently thinks it would be really cool to host d&d nights at Random Play but decides against it because he doesn't want to deal with the consequences.

Wise has a dark secret. He plays Otome dating Sim games He has a few on his phone. He's also the type too pick the girl character when playing a game.

Belle

Belle wants to be a streamer. BUT HER DUMBASS BROTHER WISE THINKS IT'S A BAD IDEA BECAUSE IT'S TOO MUCH WORK (totally not Belle's thoughts)

Belle absolutely loves action and shooter games bonus points if it's a nice sandbox game As much as She absolutely adores cute art styles and cute creatures She absolutely cannot sit there tactical RPG games or any farming game especially pokémon and stardew valley even though she's probably a huge fan She just can't sit though those games without falling asleep. But she will definitely play with you if you ask And who knows maybe she'll start liking them she's definitely not opposed to trying.

HUGE HORROR GAME FAN. If you even mentioned five nights at Freddy's her head will turn 180° and she'll get possessed by the spirit of Mat Pat himself.

Never Play Mario kart and or smash Brothers with her and if you win you better keep your eyes open when you sleep. She will get you back. She will get you back It doesn't matter on the game or not.

her favorite games are Fps games, She hates them because how mean she gets. And how toxic other people are but she cannot put them down she's addicted, please don't get her into another one.

A huge Kingdom hearts fan (I have no explanation I just feel it in my soul.)

Both

Belle 🤝 Minecraft 🤝 Wise, of course, they play it a lot together Wise has definitely set up a free server on his computer so they can just hop in whenever they want. Wise takes forever to build a super nice house. While Belle has a hole in the side of a mountain with her chests all over the floor in no particular order because she is too busy killing everything in sight.

Belle had tried to get Wise into FNAF. He's having a hard time following it but Belle genuinely looks extremely psyched so he might do more expensive research later.

Despite Wise being a board game master Belle and Wise had never actually played a board game together since it would be boring just to play with two people but now that you're here or their friends come over they are insistent that they have to try a board game. One day their dream is to have a D&D party.

Despite Wise not liking most competitive games or games that Belle has in general He just nonchalantly beats them and makes Belle so pissed that's why he doesn't play with her.

Belle gets so annoyed to see Wise smothering you with affection. Because she's jealous it's not her smothering you with affection. Clingy siblings...

[luvsellie]

THE ATTRACTIVE THINGS SHURI UDAKU DOES

keeps an eye on you. whether it be physically or virtually, shuri always knows where you are. she keeps tabs on your whereabouts; this became a very important thing for her after the passing of her mother. she tries to not be overbearing, but she likes to know where you are in case something happens/emergencies. and, honestly, you don't really mind. you could even say that you like how protective she is—it makes you feel loved and looked after.

is physically verbal. now, i'm not sure this makes sense lmao BUT i think her body language is very readable, and that is what i mean by 'physically verbal.' like, if she wants something, it'll be pretty obvious; she'll either grow clingy or has a very specific expression on her face. going off of that, sometimes she'll look stare at you really fucking intensely. most of the time she doesn't mean to, it just happens (but i know y'all saw how she was staring at riri in wakanda forever!!). PLUS she enjoys the way you can't stand still when she gives you the look.

invites you as her plus one. no matter what it is, if shuri has to attend, chances are she's convinced you to go as well. in addition to liking your company, she's glad that she doesn't have to face whatever event she's going to alone. you keep her grounded and she likes that.

always has an arm around you. assuming that you're shorter than her (for the sake of this post shuri is 5'9 like her comic book counter part), shuri will take any chance that she gets to hold you against her. she's a big fan of the way your body feels pressed against hers. but she also loves when you take the initiative and, for example, back-hug her while she's working in the lab. honestly, she's just a big softy when it comes to physical contact, so you should definitely reciprocate her loving touches.

makes you gadgets. i like to think that one of her love languages is gift-giving, so with that being said, she would be more than happy to make you your own version of kimoyo jewelry and teach you how to properly use the beads. additionally, if you are involved in a more dangerous field of work, she'll see through that your weapons always function to the best of their abilities, with constant tuning and updates that follow.

shares her culture with you. this is probably one of her absolute favorite things. next to teaching you how to make wakandan food, she adores teaching you traditional dances—it's an excuse to have fun with you and let you see a deeper side of her. shuri cherishes the smaller moments where she has your absolute attention as she shows/teaches you something.

stretching after she's been idle for a long period of time. with the way she's constantly hunched over something in her lab, seeing her finally stand and stretch her stiff limbs is one of your favorite things. you love the sliver of toned abdomen that gets exposed and the hint of a hidden adam's apple that flashes in exposure as she rolls her neck.

geeking about science-y things. she is the absolute cutest when she gets all excited about her experiments and projects. sometimes she'll even let you help her and then she gets to guide your hands and do all that cliché couply shit in the lab. BUT the hugs she gives out of excitement are so nice. the minute she sees you after a successful trial her grin will grow probably ten times bigger (if that's even possible) and she'll hug you super tightly. you adore this side of her so so SO much.

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[smytherines]

Fuck it, here's an Agent Mega dissertation

Alright since I have such elaborate headcanon for my beloved precious Owen Carvour, I guess I should do it for Agent Curt Mega too. Sigh.

So, going off of the last big one, if Owen is born in 1928, then I'm gonna say Curt was born in 1930. I'm forever won to the Texan agent mega headcanon, but I think it's safe to say that Mrs. Mega is not from Texas, probably more like New York or I've seen people say New Jersey.

We know nothing about Agent Mega's dad, but I imagine he was kind of a loser and low level con artist and moved his pregnant wife down to Texas to do scams around the bustling oil industry, and then soon after Curt was born a scam collapsed and he ran off. It's either that or an Aladdin 3 situation where he was secretly a spy the whole time and had to go into hiding.

So we've got mama Mega, raising a VERY hyperactive (read: ADHD) little boy on her own, in a place where she doesn't have any support, and he just becomes her entire world. But she has to work a lot, so Curt becomes used to taking care of himself, and most importantly- keeping himself busy so he doesn't lose it.

In this headcanon Curt would only be 15 when WWII ends- not old enough to fight, but definitely old enough to have personally known a lot of kids from his hometown who come home in caskets. I just truly think of WWII as a formative experience for both these guys. For Curt it just feeds into that inferiority complex.

Now anybody who has ADHD knows that you already spend a lot of your life feeling inadequate, feeling self-conscious about not being able to be the person other people want you to be (*especially* if you're queer). You get defensive, especially when criticized. You also get restless.

I headcanon Curt as growing up in Abilene, Texas, mostly because I have a friend who grew up there and I've visited and the vibe is right.

I don't know if anybody has ever seen The Last Picture Show, but its a film set in small town Texas in 1951-1952 (so a little late for our timeline but still) and it's (more or less) about two high school seniors essentially trying to escape this suffocatingly small, dying town before they become doomed to spend their lives trapped there.

That's definitely what I think about Agent Mega too- this gay, ADHD teenage boy climbing the walls of this little town, never being able to fully be himself. But he's got a lot of energy (and more than a little anger) to burn off, so he does sports. It's Texas, so football for sure. Maybe wrestling too. Perhaps wrestling is even where he has his gay come to jesus moment.

And when he isn't doing sports, he's home, alone (mama Mega is working so hard), out back drinking a beer (or two, or three) and teaching himself how to shoot. I think he becomes hyperfixated on becoming an expert marksman, because with all of this shit he cannot control, all the stuff he is supposed to be but isn't, this is one area where it feels like he has the power here.

What starts off as "kid drinking beer to feel cool and rebellious" starts to morph into a lifetime dependence on alcohol. Substance use is a big issue for a lot of ADHDers for the same reason I think it would be for Curt- it calms him down. It eases that constant restlessness in his bones. It softens the edges of other people's criticisms of him. It makes him care a bit less what others think about him.

In a vicious cycle, he drinks to avoid feeling those big feelings (especially as a man, especially as a gay man, especially as a gay man in Texas), but the drinking leads to more criticism, which leads to more drinking to numb the emotional response to that criticism.

But his hyperfixation on learning to shoot pays off. Let's say he becomes a junior state champion trapshooter (did I look up trapshooting competitions from the 1940s? yes I did). He's good, especially when he hits the sweet spot of drinking just enough to calm his ass down but not so much that he's useless. Maybe this is how he comes to the attention of the A.S.S.

And he fully believes that these skills he cultivated, the ability to hit hard and run fast and shoot accurately, his ability to escape when it doesn't feel remotely possible, is why many years later he just kinda rolls his eyes at Owen for insisting that they do things carefully and methodically. Careful didn't get him out of small town Texas. Careful didn't get him the exciting non-stop life he has now, a life where he *almost* gets to be himself a lot of the time.

When Owen "dies," and its Curt's fault, he naturally turns to drinking to numb that pain. But its a lot of pain, so it takes a lot of alcohol to kill it.

I'm sure I could go on, but as always I have rambled a lot here so I'm just gonna leave it.

[dotster001]

After reading the accidentally called NRC staff member “dad”, imagine the unholy shock when Neige is asking to date mc/yuu

A/N:Gotcha! As with many requests, I went from 0 ideas to three million over night 😂 can never win. It's also very important to me that you know that I had to pause editing this to pet my cat 😍

This is literally the best possible outcome, in his mind. The only person who'd be worthy of you at NRC is Vil, but you can't date him, that's incest! (A poor lovesick Vil has tried to remind him time and again that you are not related, and Divus is neither of your dad. He got sent to his room for that) So Neige LeBlanch, a model, an actor, an RSA student, a man of culture….you could not have chosen better, puppy!

That said…he'll be keeping a close eye on Neige. If there's anything that needs retrained, Crewel will not hesitate to put that pup in his place! But he doubts that will be an issue…���

Are you serious? This scrawny little prince boy is supposed to protect your fragile magic-less form? No fucking way!!!

Vargas training camp is back in session! He has to make sure that Neige is worthy! It'll only be you, him, and Neige, out in the middle of the forest. Either Niege will prove himself to be strong enough to protect you from overblots and evil mages, or you will see what a wimpy loser he is! Ah, he's really too clever, isn't he? 😁

No matter how many times you tell him you can take care of yourself, and that Neige is actually top of his class at RSA, and is well versed in combat skills from his time as an actor, Vargas is never gonna hear it. All he hears is "blah blah bleh blah". Truly, you picked the highest maintenance man to be your dad.

Neige is loaded! YOU'RE RICH!!!!

He's eagerly ceasing negotiations with the mysterious guardian of Malleus Draconia, and going on and on about how wonderful this is, and how he raised a perfect little chick! Meanwhile you and Neige are awkwardly sitting in the chairs on the other side of his desk wondering if you should still be listening to this…

He's another one you'll have to remind that he didn't raise you. You just kind of got swept up under his wing! Almost literally! Neige doesn't have to buy him gifts. Niege doesn't have to ask his permission to remove you from the nest, which, by the way, you were forced to live in! You don't have to tell him what you and Neige are going to do today!

Then again…every time you remind him of those things he starts sobbing. And Neige is too sweet, and completely falls for the crocodile tears…so really it's up to you how you handle this.

He is totally fine with you dating. 😊

As far as you will ever know, that is.

He is a man with means, who can afford a quick background check on Neige LeBlanch. It's not a personal thing, it's just he has spent so much time teaching the men at NRC, that he forgets there are non problematic men in existence. 

But once the background check comes back squeaky clean, he's 100% supportive! 

You: Do you want to stay for dinner?

Trein: Do you want to stay forever?

As I said in the post this was requested from, Sam is probably the chillest of the "dads". He is so chill about you dating Neige! So so chill!

He's chill about it…but his friends have seen a lot of bad people in their time.

Neige doesn't want to freak you out, but he definitely feels like something has been following him recently…his bodyguards don't see anything though, so it must be in his head. Ah well, no use worrying you over nothing.

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Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll

[thornsnvultures]

eddie munson x curly haired!reader

cw: lightly nsft (no minors, 18+), baby/marriage mention at the end but I kept stuff pretty gender neutral, <500 words

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Eddie prides himself on taking good care of his curls. He uses shampoo AND conditioner. Not those 3 in 1 combination bottles like every other guy. He has dedicated washing days so he doesn't dry out his curls. He even uses a leave-in conditioner that smells like coconuts!

He wasn't perfect, he still had bad hair days now and then and he definitely doesn't have the dedication to style like Steve "The Hair" Harrington. But he took pride in how he looked in his own way.

And he thanks his luscious locks every day for helping him meet you.

As corny as it was, you and Eddie had reached for the same tub of moisturizing conditioner at the same time and your eyes met in the Walmart beauty aisle. At meet cute he thought only the likes of Harrington would ever achieve.

Eddie was stunned speechless. Your curls were even prettier than his. Their glossy shine and bouncy texture wowed him, and made his dick hard, which he should've probably been concerned about. But then you smiled and laughed and apologized for bumping into him and Eddie knew he was in love.

He let you have it, but only if you gave him your number. So you reached into your bag for a pen and scribbled it on his hand. Eddie started at it, shocked that his line actually worked.

He called you later that night, too excited to wait any longer and before he knew it he had a date.

It's been months since then, since your first date, and now Eddie knows for sure that he loves you. You, who helps him wash his hair when he's too tired to bother. You, with your special hair wraps and satin pillowcases.

He bought you new ones just last week. A fancy brand that put a hefty dent in his wallet, but it was worth it seeing you smile. That and he felt guilty after accidentally, uh...ruining your last ones.

Eddie loves laying in the tub with you on days when you don't want to wash, your curls piled up on top of your head. He lets you put his hair up too, knotted in a bump on the back of his head with a soft scrunchie. He takes his time with you in those moments, takes care of you with soft, soapy hands that slip under the water to play with pebbled nipples and dimpled skin. Your laughter turns to sighs under the bubbles. Eddie buries his face in your curls and breathes you in, rocks against you as you twist and writhe under his fingers.

Later, when you're warm and tucked in his arms, all lotioned up and smelling so sweet, Eddie thinks about keeping you for forever. Picturing little curly-headed babies running around. Teaching them to love their curls too. He falls asleep with a smile on his face, and a ring tucked in the bottom of his sock drawer.

[justgrey]

Hello! How about some headcanons of Sniper as a dad? Him and reader have finally settled down after their time with Mann Co has ended, and now they're raising kids! Thank you, and love your headcanons!

Tysm it means a lot that you love them!! ❤️❤️

And again, requests are open! Please request whatever and I'll get to it when I can!

Sniper x Reader - Headcannons of you both settling down (Kids!!)

Warnings : Mention of bullying(?)

Sniper wouldn't consider children with you until atleast maybe two or three years after your time with Mann Co. has ended, mainly because he's superstitious and slightly paranoid your old lives will come back to bite the two of you.

If you brought it up before he was ready to start considering kids, he'd smile awkwardly and try to brush it off so it's best to bring it up after he's loosened up a little and gotten comfortable.

But when he is comfortable enough to finally have kids, he'd prefer just one or two. Any more than that and it'd probably overwhelm his introverted ass.

Doesn't care if you two adopt or you get pregnant. He just wants to make you happy so he'll go along with whatever route you wanted to take.

He'd like to name his kids after something from nature because he feels more connected to wildlife and inanimate objects more than actual people sometimes. But if you wanted to name them something else, he wouldn't mind at all.

The gender of his kids wouldn't matter to him, he'd take them out on little camping trips regardless.

He's the type of dad to act as if he's not telling his kids to use brute force against bullies when he's around you but he totally is. He despises bullies because he was bullied for being quiet and antisocial in school and he never did anything about it.

He would act disappointed when his kids did something mildly bad like take an extra cookie without asking but as soon as you're out of the room, Sniper would spoil his damn kids.

He likes to go out into the wilderness with his family whenever he gets a break. You go camping, fishing, hunting, and probably more. He's a very outdoorsy person and he'd be happy to teach his family about wildlife and share his passion for it.

Definitely researched everything there was to know about the biomes around where you lived, he's obsessed with these things and his new life gives him plenty of time to indulge in the things he loves.

He's secretly hoping that he'll pass his interests down to his kids but if they don't pick it up, he'd still love them the same.

Sniper would be there for every small achievement and every little win. He doesn't care how small, if its good, it's good. He knows how much a simple gesture or reward like that is important to kids.

He is not a morning person so just be weary in the morning because he'll be a little grumpy until maybe 11am or until he gets some coffee or food.

Spends as much time with his kids as his social battery will allow him to. He gets tired pretty quick though so if your kids are bundles of pure energy then he'd struggle to keep up with them but he'd really try.

He'd probably get along better with quieter kids with less energy because he was just like that when he was younger and he can understand what it's like.

Overall, he just loves his family and if you were suddenly ripped from him, he'd be literally heartbroken forever.

[ohbo-ohno]

got any hcs or anything about if ghost and soap got their hands on a virgin reader?? Not even necessarily a super young (I’m thinking mid twenties??) reader, just an inexperienced one who hasn’t done anything bc she didn’t care to, but now she’s got these two soldiers absolutely obsessed with her :))))

love love love your writing

hello!! not sure if you meant ghost x reader and soap x reader separately but i wrote this as if they'd picked you up at a bar together or smth :) i think they'd love to have an inexperienced reader between them. they'd be very pleasantly surprised to find out how little you'd actually done in bed, and take full advantage of the fact that they get to blow your mind for a night (which, of course, ends up being far from the end of things between the three of you)

johnny is definitely into overstimulation (on all sides) and he would totally get off on completely overwhelming you with pleasure. all these sensations, experiences you've never had before? depending on how inexperienced you are, he'd nearly come untouched just from learning you'd never had an orgasm before. he'd eat your pussy for hours, just showing you all the different ways a man's tongue can make you feel. he'd make it his sole mission in life to make you squirt. he'd only fuck you once you were nearly incoherent, would probably be staring deep into your eyes when he finally fucks you, catching every shift of your facial expression as he shows you a whole new world of pleasure.

i think ghost would get off on the idea that they're the only ones who've ever had you. johnny would too, to some extent, but it really does it for ghost. the idea that you've never been touched by another man, never trusted anyone enough to let them touch you? it would totally feed his ego. and he'd love to shape you to their exact desires, show you just how to be good for them. he'd fuck you after johnny (depending on how willing you are/how dark you want to get, he might even take your ass to really show you everything :/) and would love seeing you all pleasure-drunk, hardly able to keep your eyes open.

the next morning (or later in the night) simon would take the time to teach you how to properly suck his cock. tells you that you need to know how to use all your holes if you really don't want to be a virgin anymore, patiently takes what feels like forever to work you up to taking his whole cock down your throat, nose flush to his pubic bone. johnny's all languid and half asleep in the bed still, tells you all the little things ghost's likes in a blowjob - how to move your tongue, when to scrape your teeth lightly across, to swallow when his head's at the very back of your throat.

this would make for a very long and very exhausting one night stand, but i could see johnny want to show you how to 69 for the first time. you've just learned how to suck a cock, but focusing on him while he's licking at your cunt like it's his favorite desert? nearly impossible. maybe simon eggs you on, says you're not being fair to johnny by staying mostly still while he thrusts in and out of your mouth :/ but you're so sore and tired, can barely think past the tongue on your core. but johnny's sensitive and desperate, it doesn't take much work from you to get him to come <3

[pupyuj]

ive read your yves story and it was amazing oh my god.. i wanted to ask if you could write something similar with chaeyoung? (no gp) <3

assuming this is twice chaeyoung, i think i nailed itjdjfjfnfk thanks for the ask, my brain short-circuited writing this 😭😭😭 btw i didnt know if anon wanted dom chaeyoung or sub so i kinda did what i thought was fitting??? hope thats ok!!!

[cw: smut, stepcest, brat taming, degradation, dom!reader (surprise..), fingering, overstimulation, slapping, spanking, masochism too ig]

i imagine chaeyoung would be like this annoying little sister that's somehow still very endearing that you dote on her and become snobby at her at the same time 😭😭 she's definitely a tease too and is not at all subtle with her interest in you, which becomes a problem when family members are around bcs jesus christ, she's relentless with her affection that is definitely not appropriate for someone that you call your sibling 🫣

at first, it was all just little touches and jokes about dating you if the two of you weren't family,, but then it turns into chaeyoung staring at you like she wants to pounce on you, wearing revealing clothing to rile you up, whispering things to you during family dinners, sitting on your lap not-so-innocently, and then touching you everywhere ... but unfortunately for her, you had better control of your temptations than she thought 😩 .. until you didn't??? 👀

what if you're not the nice and adorable (y/n)-unnie anymore when chaeyoung got soooo jealous of you spending too much with this one pretty friend that you had :(( chaeyoung visiting your room one night with a mission in mind while you're walking back and forth doing some chores, getting increasingly annoyed at her ranting and then she just,, disrespects your friend and you snap??? you tell her to take what she said back, but being the brat that she was, chaeyoung says no and y'know.. the classic brat thing to say, "make me."

being the big sister, you should be teaching her a lesson right??? she shouldn't be talking about your friend in front of you like that,, so you had to do something, right?? maybe sit her down and talk to her normally.. but chaeyoung keeps on talking badly about your friend and any ounce of consideration you had for her just fades away and you just,,, hit her across the face w your palm,, you wanted to apologize as soon as it happened but this fucking girl.. she looked at you in the eye and said, "...can you do that again, unnie?"

and you did, in fact, do it again! but this time chaeyoung's shorts were off and she was bent over your bed, whimpering and moaning every time your hand hits her ass. "apologize. you shouldn't talk about your unnie's friends like that." you said in her ear as you pulled her hair back, preventing her from burying her head on your sheets to muffle her sounds. chaeyoung, the little brat, grins despite the pain in her scalp and she shakes her head, "no. i don't like unnie's friends— aghh...!" she's squirming every time you hit her, desperately trying to ease the growing wetness between her thighs. she wanted you to fuck her already,,

😵‍💫 spanking chaeyoung for what seems like forever bcs she absolutely refused to apologize,, her ass so red and her cheeks stained with tears,,, she's sobbing but she wants more, this was everything she wanted from you and there was no fucking way she was going to let the opportunity pass just like that. you were silent for minutes too long, and chaeyoung thinks you might have left the room,, but then she feels her panties getting pulled down and suddenly, she was full.

you forced your middle and ring fingers inside of her without warning and immediately started pounding her at a rapid pace,,, 😩 chaeyoung not being able to hold anything back anymore and just moans loudly,,, tears starting to fall again bcs it felt so good to be fucked and put in her place by her very own older stepsister 😵‍💫😵‍💫

listening to chaeyoung letting out the dirtiest sounds, and her begging for you to go faster and harder and to make her come,,, so blinded by irritation that you start become a meanie :((

"you must be so fucking happy about this, huh?? getting railed by your unnie, just like you always wanted... you're just a good-for-nothing slut..."

"is this the only way to get you to behave? so be it, then..."

"the fuck are you crying for? this is what you were trying to achieve all this time, right? so fucking enjoy it.. because we'll be doing this until you decide to stop being a pain in the ass and apologize."

you were scaryyy,, but chaeyoung loved it.. your words only turned her on even more :(( her coming with a yelp, and then sobbing bcs you wouldn't stop,,, continuing on fingering her even when she turned into a shaking, babbling mess on your bed,, chaeyoung couldn't count how many orgasms you forced out of her that night, and that fact only made her fall in love with you even more,, nasty nasty girl 🤭

would definitely try to piss you off again <3 and again and again and agai—

[apricityxoxo]

Uncertainty II

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hello yall this is pt 2 of this!

Din Djarin x fem!Reader

wc: 3,090

Summary: You are confused, you're always confused around him. He's always on your mind and you don't know why. You hate it. You always put a bit more effort around him. You want to impress him and you don't know why. Maybe it is because he's so irritating.

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Info/Warning: angst, fluff, suggestive material (teeny tiny part not a lot), argument, an oc makes an appearance. lmk if I forgot anything. remember when i write i always have poc in mind, especially black women.

enjoy

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So, he’s amazing…that’s all you have to say. He’s absolutely perfect and it doesn’t get any better. You know that absolute perfection is basically impossible but if anyone is perfect, it's him, you want him to be here forever. 

His big eyes and green face are the most adorable things created by the Maker. Even though he has wrinkles and the fact that he has hair but is bald at the same time, he’s still cute. You feel like during these two weeks something changed in you because you immediately wanted to keep him forever.   

If this child was a flower, he would have bloomed overnight. You watch as he makes himself comfortable in your home, making a fort with pillows to sleep on the floor. You watched as he played with the trinkets you had lying around. He tried to bring live frogs into your home, which gave you a mini heart attack from reacting quickly to get the slimy amphibian from your home, as gross as that was at least he was comfortable to try. 

Not only did he grow comfortable with you, but with your other students and kids that you taught. You told the Mandalorian during the day the child would accompany you to the school. He would sit in on the classes where you would teach him with the other children and pack him lunches so that he could eat during breaks.

The Mandalorian dared to disagree with you, to suggest that you cancel two weeks of school so you can focus entirely on the kid. “First of all, you’re not the only one with responsibilities, my students are also my responsibility. Second, I’ve taken care of children since I was still merely a child and it might do him some good to spend time with other kids.” You told the Mandalorian, now extremely irritated, he didn’t trust you and now he’s trying to tell you what to do.

You’re glad the Mandalorian reluctantly agreed because per usual, you were right. He made friends immediately; all of your students loved him. The child became more talkative, even though no one could understand him, he was a social butterfly. He made friends and played with them, ate with them, and learned with them. 

When you woke, you were excited. Today was the day the Mandalorian will return, and you’re buzzing with excitement. Definitely not because you want to see him, you’re just excited to share with him how well his son did, how much he grew in two weeks. You want to tell him, suggest to him that while he’s on Nevarro the child should be enrolled in school. 

You get up from your small bed and start your morning routine. This morning is different, this morning you put in a bit more effort and you don’t know why. Why do look at your face a little more closely this morning? It's definitely not because of that feeling you get whenever you are around him. 

You think back to the day when he dropped off the child.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Thank you for watching him…” he says in an uncertain tone. That irritated you, you feel like he thinks you’re incompetent. He’s always given off those “vibes”. Maybe he hates you? Maybe he thinks, you’re not skilled enough to watch his son? He’s always sent you these mixed signals. 

“It’s not a problem,” you said annoyed.

“Remember to watch him, don’t let him put anything in his mouth, don’t let strangers near him, and if anything goes wrong call me, my transceiver is always on. My transceiver code is 7 -”

“-75292MRC?” you cut him off, he’s told you all this at least four times, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Um yes that’s right…” he’s said followed by an awkward silence. 

“And um…thank you, I’ve never left him alone this long before so I apologize if I’ve been… irritating.” He says, sounding shy.

You feel bad now, what’s wrong with you? Of course, he’s skeptical of you, you would be the exact same way if you had to leave your child alone with someone you barely knew for so long. You’re about to apologize but then he takes both of your hands and you go mute.

“Thank you… sincerely. I know you do a lot for the children here so I’m so grateful you agreed to watch my son.”

You’re stunned and all you can do is nod to him. Before he lets go of your hands, he gives them a gentle squeeze. He walks over to his son and talks to him with a stern tone before giving him a hug, probably telling him to behave. He picks up his son and walks back to you and you feel your heart racing. He hands you his son and you jut out your hip to carry him on your side. 

Even though you can’t see his eyes, you feel like he looks you up and down. He stares at you for a second before he finally says goodbye to you, and you’ve never felt so warm from someone just saying your name. And you stare as he walks off.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You put more effort this morning, you do your makeup with a little bit more focus. You try to accentuate your features, like your lips. You add a nice dark outline to them, adding a nice neutral color to the middle. You add a little color to your eyes, making them darker with a bit of brown pigment, you feel you look natural but different. You unwrap the scarf you put on your head last night. You were excited, so excited that you prepped your hair to be styled in the morning. You spend the rest of your morning styling your hair, taking your time instead of just wrapping your hair in a scarf and calling it a day.

You put on a brown wrap dress that was the color of Caf. The dress had a low-cut V-neck, definitely lower than you're used to wearing. It has long flowy sleeves that are wide at the end. The dress is long and you pair it with some boots. You add some jewelry and finish by admiring yourself in the mirror. 

You even go as far as wanting to spray a bit of perfume. You look at your perfumes “Which would he like?” you ask yourself. You internally cringe because who cares which he would like, you for sure don’t. You settle on your favorite, a warm and mature perfume that you haven’t worn in a while. You usually spray this perfume when you go out with your friends or on special occasions, today feels like a special occasion. 

When you finish spraying, the baby monitor goes off. The child is up and whining, he's definitely hungry. You need to make him some breakfast and soon, if you learned anything in the couple of weeks it's that this child can eat. You prepare a full breakfast, a traditional breakfast from your home planet Lah’mu. 

You get sentimental while cooking food from your home. You make a traditional grain and you top it with an assortment of vegetables that look like the ones you grew on your family farm. You top it off with three large eggs. 

You talk to the kid while you cook, and ask if he’s excited to see his dad. You tell him about the food you’re making, you tell him the origin. You tell him what ingredients to use like which vegetables are necessary, which rice grain is best, and which seasoning must be added. You know he can’t understand you but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. You finish his food and serve it to him. 

“Enjoy cutie, should I make more for your da-” Before you can finish you are cut off by a deep groaning sound coming from your kitchen sink. You rush over to inspect the sink and open the bottom cabinet to look at the pipes. You have a leak. Now you’re irritated. Irritated by the problems you get from owning an old home. The creaky floors that make it impossible to sneak up on anyone, the outdated appliances that require older parts when being fixed, the uneven stair steps inside and out of the house, and now a leaking kitchen sink pipe. 

“Kriff!” you curse to yourself, looking for a bucket to place under the sink. When you place the bucket under your sink you search for your transceiver. You start to dial the

number by memory but before you hit ‘Enter’ you hesitate, it takes you a second but if you want this to be fixed you need to call.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

 “Thank you for coming, I know it's short notice and you usually need to make an appointment so I'm sorr-”

“Don’t worry about it Mama” he cuts off your rambling with a wink and a cocky smile.

Mazian Xorsson, you’ve known him for a long time now, he’s definitely…interesting. He’s around your age. He’s very tall and you always see his physique under the tight black shirts he always wears. He has short buzzed hair that is a nice golden blond color and light skin. He had dark deep brown eyes and you’ve always had a thing for deep brown eyes. 

He’s nice to you at least, he's a bit cocky and a big flirt however he's very considerate and funny. He was one of the first people you met when you moved to Nevarro. He helped you move and spent time with you when you felt lonely. When you first met, you asked what he did for work, he told you a little bit of anything, he was a handyman and plumber, and he even knew a good amount about fixing ships. Those were good jobs but that never explained why he always seemed to have money. He made you nervous in a good way, but not the same the Mandalorian made you feel. 

 You internally want to beat yourself up because why are you thinking about the Mandalorian right now. You literally have a tall and handsome man in your house right now. 

 “How much do I owe you?” You ask going to get your wallet.

 “C’mon, you know you don’t owe me anything,” he says with a smile

 “Pleaseeeee Maz, I didn’t pay you when you fixed the fresher! Let me pay you” you whined

 “You can pay me with a kiss,” he says with a wink and turns his cheek to you.

You roll your eyes and begin to walk away, not before saying “You're such a flirt” You go to the kitchen and see that the baby has finished his food already and he looks at you with a giggle. You pick him up and take him out to the family room walking past Maz as he walks into the kitchen with all his tools. 

You sit and you wait for the Mandalorian, your knee is bouncing and you don’t know why. The kid is in your lap playing with the belt of your wrap dress as you zone out waiting for the Mandalorian. 

You jolt when you hear a knock at the door and run to the door with the baby in your arms. You check the peephole and see a ‘T’ shaped visor looking around your front porch. You give yourself a second to try and catch your breath but you open the door when you see he is going to knock again

 “Hi,” you say breathlessly.

“Good morning,” he says back.

 “Come in,” you say and move to the side so he can step in. He goes to sit down on the deep armchair you have that’s facing the couch. He sits down and adjusts himself by spreading his legs, wide. You look at his thick armored thighs and you feel like you're being disrespectful. You shake those thoughts out of your mind and walk close to him to hand him his adorable son. 

“He did such a wonderful job, you have such a great baby,” you tell him with a big and bright smile on your face. You tell him how he made friends and how talkative he has become even though you can't understand him. You tell him about the things you tried to teach him and how well of a learner he is. You told him how good he ate and all the new foods he tried, for some reason, he’s not a fan of poultry but a big fan of red meats and eggs. He's an angel and you made sure to remind Mando of such. 

“Maybe when you’re here… he can come over or visit the school?” you say quite shyly.

“Yeah maybe, I think he'd like that…” he replies

You try to suppress your smile, excited not only to spend time with the kid but also to see the infamous Mandalorian more often.

“Alright, I’m all done but I’m still waiting for that ki-… oh I didn’t realize you’re having guests,” Maz says as he enters the room and sees the Mandalorian. You and Mando both stand but the Mandalorian stays and watches as you walk over to the man.         

You walk over to your purse and find your wallet to give him the credits. “Here, this is all I have but I should have more by the end of the month”.

“It’s all good, don’t worry about it” Maz replied

You both went back and forth for a few minutes and you could feel the Mandalorian staring at you. You finally give up and thank Maz for his work, you see him out and give him a hug before he leaves.

Awkward. That’s how you felt, that’s how the room felt.

“Anyway, how wa-”

“Who was that?” he said, his voice stern and serious. He said it like he knew the answer.

“My friend, Maz… my sink broke so I called him to fix it.” You said and you hated that you sounded so nervous.

“I thought I told you, no strangers. “He said, he took a step closer to you.

“You did, he’s not a stranger”

“He’s a stranger to me”

“Everyone’s a stranger to you, he’s my friend and I trust him,” You told him with an attitude, ‘why is he always questioning you like a child’ you thought to yourself. 

“I asked you to watch my son and you can’t follow some simple rules”

You’re pissed. You’re mad and you feel disrespected. “Why are you treating me like a child, I followed your rules and I would never let a stranger near your child, let alone in my damn house. I’m not an idiot so stop treating me like one.”

“Stop acting like one. Why can’t you follow some simple rules?  Do you think I’ll ever let you watch my kid again?” He argued.

That broke your heart. You only spent two weeks with the kid and now you are already attached. Fine. 

“Fine, you’re right. I’m an idiot, I’m a idiot. So, you’re right, you happy?” You ask, you’re so upset.

“Yeah”. He says, he sounds cocky and you hate it.

“Get out.” You’re done, he crossed the line and now you're pissed off. You go to get all of the child stuff. You shove everything in a bag. You’re angry and when you’re done you throw the bag at the Mandalorian feet. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t me-”

“I don’t care, get out. Now.” You say and you watch as the Mandalorian grabs the bag and walks out the front door. He turns around like he’s about to say something but you shut the door.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You ignore him. You can possibly seem to understand why he keeps trying to talk to you. He’s made his point clear, and you’ve accepted it. He’s dropped off the kid to the school for a couple of hours but you know he’s close by. Every time he comes to pick the child up, he tries to talk and you ignore him. 

Maybe you’re petty, it has been a whole week and you can’t stop thinking about it. You’re currently wrapping your hair, trying to complete the final step of your nightly routine but you’re distracted.

Every time you do think about the incident your mind wanders. First, you think about the times he tried to talk to you after the incident. Then you think about the time he asked you to watch his son and he held your hands, or the time he helped you down the steps of your home and held your hand. 

Your mind wanders even more, you think about when he came to pick up the child. He sat down and spread his legs. You think about that a lot, late and night, and imagine his gloved hands on your body. You imagine sitting between his spread legs.

There’s a knock at the door, and your thoughts and routine are interrupted as you pause. You listen to make sure you heard that right. You finish wrapping your hair quick and you go to the front door. 

You rush to the front door and look out the peephole. There is no one there, not even on the street below and you are now on edge. Maybe today is the day you get kidnapped and die and with that thought in mind, you open the door. You look out and no one is there but before you close the door something on the floor catches your eye.

Flowers.

Your favorite flowers to be more specific. Skeleton flowers in a dark green vase with a red ribbon attached to it. You take the flowers inside and set them on the small dining room table. There’s a note attached to the vase and you’re surprised that you're a little excited to open it. You open the note and all it reads is:

I’m sorry, forgive me.

-M

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

next part will be mando's pov lol

[throwmeabonepleaseandthankyou]

I'm feeling devious... can you write Edge x Reader angst?

You ask and you shall receive. These are just gonna be general red flag headcanons with s/o mixed in.

Due to his time serving in the royal guard, his emotions are quite lacking. He rarely takes the time to analyze how other people are feeling before speaking, causing a lot of misunderstandings.

He feels bad when he realizes he upset you, but doesn't acknowledge it completely. He'd make you food or something to help make you feel better.

He is loud. Doesn't matter what he is doing, his voice is at a constant yell unless he just woke up. If you ask him to quiet down, he will maybe be a bit quieter for about 5 minutes before going back to his regular volume. It's a constant headache, but if you copy his voice and how loud it is, he will get angry and tell you to be quiet.

It's hypocritical, and it's definitely annoying as hell. If you call him out on it, he'll just get even more irritated and will attempt to avoid you for the rest of the day, refusing to look you in the eyes. It's because he knows you're right, but he just doesn't want to admit it.

Doomfanger is his life, and will choose her over you anytime during the first couple months of your relationship. If she decides she doesn't like you, Edge doesn't like you. End of story.

Because of the nature of Underfell and the Underground in his original AU, he would push you to not show weakness. Even if the surface is safe(mostly), he would still try to make you better yourself and become stronger. He would also try to push you to engage in self-defense classes or just teach you himself.

Despite being a reclused arse, he still wants to keep you safe, which is why he would be pushy to stay with him when out in public and to learn defense.

He would blame himself forever if you got hurt because of him, and would become over-protective over you.

Edge is sensitive around the neck, and this is not something you should be happy about.

Attempting to touch there would just make him growl at you as a warning to keep your hands off. If you don't heed to said warning, he would push you off of him and cause him to give you the cold shoulder for the rest of the day and probably lead into the next.

Trying to get him to talk about his feelings is a no no, as it would cause him to try to push you away even more. He will come to you in his time, don't force him to do anything.

Speaking of hiding things, if he gets hurt, like breaking an ankle or a rib, he would try to hide it the the best he can.

He can go weeks, almost months, of showing no sign of pain before he refuses to get out of bed in obvious agony.

He doesn't want to be perceived as weak, and wouldn't want to worry you either.

This is all I can think of when thinking off the top of my head, hope you enjoyed!

[nogenderbee]

You can't hide from yandere Yelan, Xiao, Heizou

TW: yandere behavior, threats

They always know when and where you are. How do they get those kind of information? How do they react on you bringing in different situations?

⊱ Yelan is extremely good at hiding, so it's not a surprise that she knows your every move

⊱ she's not that possessive to keep you locked in one room but it's he who will decide how far can you go and to who you can talk to

⊱ she'll forgive it if you're just a nice person and say 'sorry, I'm busy' or some other excuse to person you're not allowed to talk to, and if they keep talking to you, you better ignore them and leave this problem to her

⊱ if you ever try to escape from her, she'll catch you even on the day she was supposed to have work

⊱ after that she'll keep you locked for 3 to 7 days, depending on either her mood or how well you can play it off

⊱ of course she'll get you anything you want while you're locked, you just have to say a word

⊱ but don't expect your little accident to go without a talk, sooner or later she'll get you to talk

"Now that we have a chance, tell me, why did you run off that day? I thought I was clear with how far you can go. Or even better question, why should I let you go? I think it would be better if you just stay here forever."

⊱ Xiao is an adepti which means he's s lot more stronger than you, that's why he called you weak and told you to never go too far without him by your side

⊱ if you do go too far tho, it doesn't matter if you got hurt or got rid of all the enemies barely breaking a sweat, he still will be mad at you for leaving without him and tell you that you're too weak to go outside alone

⊱ be ready that after this accident, Xiao will keep closer eye on you, he's not even hiding while watching you at this point, he watches Liyue while being in your room to make sure you won't go anywhere

⊱ you can't even move to another room without him following you. The only room that you can go into without him is bathroom, and he will still wait outside the bathroom

⊱ he doesn't even have to worry about you breaking out since even if bathroom had any windows, he blocked them

"Why won't you understand that you will die if you go there alone. Besides, don't forget that you cannot leave untill 5 years will pass because of your 'accident'. I was still nice enough to shorten your time just because you're a mortal!"

⊱ Heizou works as detective so it's not a surprise he can easily tell where you were by just having a look at you, and when he's not sure, he'll do a little 'inspection'

⊱ he's probably least possessive of all three, he told you that you can't leave Inazuma City and when you go out somewhere, you have to tell him everything you did in details when you come back

⊱ he can easily say when you're laying, and just by that he'll trap you in your room for like a day to teach you a lesson

⊱ just try leaving Inazuma City, he'll definitely find out thanks to some citizens telling him since he's a detective and he can just pin it to some detective work

⊱ once he catches you, he expects explanation on why you tried to run away from him, depending on your answer he will lock you for either 2 days or a month

⊱ and don't even try lying to him, at this point bad truth is better than pretty lies since he'll only make your punishment last up to 2 months longer

"Now partner, tell me why did you tried to ran away? And I'll warn you because I'm in good mood today, don't even try lying to me unless you want to make it worse on yourself."

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