#today I offer this tomorrow who knows!!!-

[elysianightsss]

AAAHHHHH! HI! So sorry to bother you, but I read the neurodivergent reader x 141 and AHHHHH I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING, DROOLING, CHEWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE they wont let me out

i have a little idea… how would poly 141 react when they find out your job isnt this cute barista or something along those lines, but just a regular stocking associate or a cashier for some huge corporation. like, they know you work. and every time you leave, they see you die a little on the inside from having to go to *insert shitty job*. They just didnt know that you were working there and now they are trying whatever they can to convince you to quote your job and stay home… i know i would rather stay home and take care of them than going to my job…

Oh anon I love your brain! As someone who used to be a cashier before I got my fucking wonderful, literally no joke amazing office job, I fuck with this. I’m writing them as roommates tho don’t know why just deal with it😘

It starts off with a debate over what time you get up in the mornings given how tired you seemed today. But then they realise, they don’t even know what you do for work. Johnny predicts that you’re one of those cute baristas in sweet little aprons with how good the flavoured coffees you make him in the morning when he’s back from his run, are.

Kyle can’t seem to fathom you’re not the office sweetheart he seems to picture you as. Though you’d been living with them for almost over a year now, the guys were gone before you left for work and back long after you arrived home. Still he had it in his head the whole time that you were putting on tight pencil skirts and heels in the morning before going off to work. Something he argues tooth and nail with Johnny about.

John scoffs hearing the guys argue, usually keeping out of it, but this time he can’t help himself when he interjects with, “Yer both chattin shit. She’s obviously a baker with those mouth watering pastries she makes us.” Now that opens up the argument further.

Simon is the only one who doesn’t speculate, instead he walks right up to you on a Sunday night as the guys are all readying themselves for bed and you’re making your lunch for tomorrow. “Luv.” He calls, you glance at him, eyes honing in on the way his grey sweatpants hang low on his hips. Dangerous, dangerous man.

Looking back to the fruit you were slicing, you hum in acknowledgment, “Wot’s ya job?”

You bite back the grin that fights to split your face in two, turning to him you see he visibly softens at your little smile, “I’m a cashier.” You answer, ears tinging red a little. In all honesty you were embarrassed that you worked for one of those big corporations. The dreams you had once but were never able to reach are like a damp on your heart. Like a festering mould that only grows in the worst conditions.

Sometimes you enjoy the people, there are some nice ones that overcome the bad interactions. But everyday you pull on the trousers and trainers, and that itchy uniform top, you wish that a snowstorm would lock you inside the house. You pray to receive a call telling you not to come in due to a fire that started in the bakery. Your heart aches to be told you’re allowed to go home early even if you won’t be paid as much at the end of the month.

Simon hadn’t said much after you told him, his eyes darkened a little when he asked if you enjoyed it and you had answered swiftly and without hesitation; no.

Then suddenly, the guys are leaving for work a little later in the morning. The same time as you. John offering you a lift to work, Johnny making you coffee instead of the other way around, Kyle giving you one of his soft jackets so at least your arms will be comfortable even if your torso is covered in that itchy material.

Simon is the one who places his hand on your forehead and tuts beneath his black surgical mask. You scoff when Simon says he doesn’t think you should go in today, “I feel fine.” You counter with a frown, pushing his big paw away and shoving your feet into the uncomfortable trainers.

John stares down at them like they’ve offended him personally, “You own comfier shoes lass.” Johnny comments and Kyle nods in agreement.

“I have to wear them.” You say quietly wondering why they suddenly have such an interest in your work attire. Have to. Well, that just wasn’t acceptable. The guys didn’t think you should have to do anything.

The weekends were a little weird too. You would usually cook them meals and sweet pastries or cakes with how hard they worked, they deserved nothing less. But Johnny is ushering you away from the kitchen when you walk past the dining table and the marble counter island to make him a coffee.

John says no thank you in the most strained way you’ve ever heard it when you offer to make him a sweet treat. He deflates even further into the sofa when you look offended at his decline. Kyle pulls you close to him on the other side of the couch, putting an arm around you, he continues reading his book but it’s out loud this time.

You sigh snuggling close to him, head on his shoulder when Simon brings over one of the many plushies you’d left on the floor of the lounge, again, and one of the many soft blankets you’d unnecessarily bought for the house. Maybe you could get used to this, you thought as your eyes started to blink slower. It had been a really long week, with lots of assholes. A week of sitting in that uncomfortable chair had done a number on your back too.

You’re just lucky that you’d said from the very beginning that you won’t work weekends, at least you could have those to yourself. The guys became even more attentive, not that they weren’t before, but it increased tenfold. And you wondered why.

Why Kyle is packing you a lunch box everyday now. Why Johnny is cuddling up to you at night just so you sleep warmer, better. Why John is willing to race away from very important paperwork to sit outside the big supermarket you worked at just so you didn’t have to take the bus home. Why Simon keeps buying you lush smelling soaps, bath salts and those sparkly bathbombs he knows you love, you have so many now you don’t know what to do with them. Even when you ask him to stop, he shakes his head and grunts out, “Baths are good for sore muscles.” And that’s all you get.

You just want to know why, what brought all of this on. And most of all why it all suddenly stops.

Almost like a calculated mission, like a big discussion had happened before hand. All of it stopped. They had left long before you got up for work, no lunch ready to go, no soft jacket waiting by the door, no cuddle reading sessions on the weekend, no more new bath stuff, no more lifts and an expectant look in John’s eyes when it gets to dinner time.

They’d done a total three sixty. Like they wanted to show you how good it could be with their help, how much easier life could be, going to work could be, only just to take it all away.

That’s exactly what their plan had been, Simon’s idea mostly with little suggestions made by the rest of them. They all executed it thoroughly, now all that’s left for them is to compete the final step.

“Doll I think you should quit your job.” John goes first, you frown excessively. What the hell is he talking about, you think.

“Have you gone mad?” You huff. John knows you’re annoyed with them, hell they all know you’re angry by their actions. But it’s a necessary evil.

“Not yet I don’t think,” John jokes and feels a little lighter when the corner of your lip quirks up slightly, “I am serious.” He says simply, his blue eyes burning into you before he walks away. You think it so odd, strange that he says that out of the blue.

And then Kyle says it too. Coming into your room with the same baby Yoda squishmallow Simon had placed in your lap two weeks ago, and the same blanket. He gestures towards your bed, it’s subtle but you nod. Failing to hide his grin, Kyle gets snuggled up under the blanket with you, your arms wrapped around the plushie.

He’s halfway through the book, hand brushing through your hair scratching at your scalp deliciously when he broaches the subject, “Bun?” You scrunch up your nose, blinking your eyes open to look at him accusingly. The sight makes him chuckle softly, you’re screaming with your eyes, how dare you make me open my eyes and be fully conscious.

He leans forward before he can stop himself and rubs his nose against yours sweetly, something he tells himself later was just to butter you up before talking. It wasn’t.

“I don’t think you should go to work anymore.” He says simply, with ease, his voice calm.

“What?” You blink rapidly waking yourself up fully to actually take in what he just said.

“Just something to think about bunny.” He shrugs and goes back to reading with that damn lulling voice. You don’t stop him, don’t interrupt but your mind is swirling the same way it had the day before when John had said something similar.

Johnny is not so tactful, shovelling his breakfast in his mouth. Half masticated bacon and scrambled eggs rolling around in his wide open trap, when he spits out the words. “Quit yer job lass, no one wants to be stackin shelves and scannin someone else’s shit all day.” He scoffs washing his food down with the caramel flavoured coffee you made him five minutes ago. He’s quick to put the plate in the sink and place a sloppy kiss on your cheek. His head bend slightly, eyes level with you, “Think about it pet.” He pats your cheek lightly and earns a much more harsh smack to the back of his head by Kyle on the way out of the house.

And finally Simon…well Simon…um Simon just did what he thought was best, what he thought was necessary, what he thought would get you to comply the quickest…

You pant harshly, fingers gripping onto the light bronde hair painfully hard, yanking with each stripe Simon licked up your cunt. You barely noticed John walking passed your open bedroom door with a smirk, Simon had his face buried so deep in your pussy it was hard to think, hard to conjure up your own name let alone open your eyes and catch Kyle and Johnny pushing your door open a little wider and watching for a moment before Kyle drags Johnny away.

Simon’s broken too many times to fix, crooked nose brushed against your clit wonderfully, tongue fucking into your quivering hole making you buck your hips desperate for the release he’d been denying you for around twenty minutes now.

“Say it.” Simon cooed, encouraging you gently. Shaking your head, teeth biting down on your lip, holding on as tightly to your words as you held onto Simon.

Simon grips your jaw in his big paw, a sharp look comes across his features as though he’s about to scold you when you meet his gaze, thumb rubbing your clit in tight, rough circles to keep the stimulation enough, to keep you there on the edge so he has you right where he wants you.

“Say it and you can cum.” He promises, your eyes widen, stinging harshly with their own promise of tears should you keep this up.

“b-but-“

“No buts. We’ll take of everything sweetheart, oll ya afta to do is write the resignation letter, then stay here as our pretty little housewife.” He kissed your clit before moving his thumb back in its place, circling slower this time. You gasp, a broken sob wrenching itself from your chest as your orgasm starts to slip away with the lack of stimulation.

“Please! Please Si! I-“

“Oll ya afta do is say it. Quit, find yourself a cute hobby, cook and clean for us a little. Oll ya afta do is say yes and I’ll let ya cum luv.” He grins evilly when you whine, blowing on your cunt before licking a hard long stripe from your puckered asshole to your swollen, throbbing clit.

“yes! please yes I’ll quit just pl-“

Simon doesn’t let you finish your plea, devouring your pussy like a man starved. He licks, sucks, and flicks your clit, slipping his thick fingers inside your clenching, empty hole thrusting them in and out doing his best to match the pace he set with his tongue on your clit.

You cum hard, untamed. Back arching uncomfortably, limbs shaking rigorously and Simon slurps up everything you give him. You lay there trying to catch your breath when Simon crawls up your body to hover over you. His eyes meet yours when he grins, “Good girl. Now why don’t we get started on that resignation letter hmm.” It wasn’t a question.

Safe to say you happily quit your job.

[kisssukuna33]

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always have you over at his house the night before an important match. It helps with the stress he says.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always put on a TV show before you two settle into the couch for cuddles. Usually the cuddling session is a mix of him relaxing against you as you ask him questions about the match tomorrow.

"You packed an extra pair of shorts this time right? Remember what happened last time"

"yeah I did"

"Did you iron the clothes?"

"Uraume took care of it"

"That new protein shake your nutritionist recommend, Did you take it?"

"Already did"

"What about the snacks during the game tomorrow? did Uraume-

"oh my god baby relax, it's all taken care of"

He says in somewhat of an annoyed tone as he pulls you even closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you. But deep down he loves it when you are concerned about him like this.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who insists that having a good time before the match tomorrow isn't a problem to him but you reject the offer firmly because you know how Sukuna gets whenever you two started something.

It always ends up dragging for hours so no, your bf needs his beauty sleep for tomorrow.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who pouts slightly when you say no to him but decides to settle with the short make out session instead, better than nothing he thinks.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who teasingly steals few touches from your sensitive areas, clearly trying to rile you up but stops after seeing the glare you gave him.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who never seems to be the type to get much nervous before matches. Because of his Overconfidence? His never ending Ego? maybe. But his ability to stand strong in situations like this always makes your heart flutter.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always makes sure you get the best VIP seat to his match, You always need to be in the front lines where he can see you from clearly when he beat up his opponent back to his ancestors.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always find a way to bring you up in the Media press. Sukuna is widely known by the audience for being a down bad "simp" for his girlfriend as well as a complete disaster for his opponents.

"Mr Ryomen, Do you know there's a whole talk in the internet about you being a simp for your girlfriend? What do you have to say to people who spread things like that?"

"Keep spreading the truth I guess. The internet definitely needs it more"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who hurries back to his changing room and jumps straight into your arms. Despite your constant nagging for him to get patched up first.

"Baby did you saw the jab-cross I threw before he hit the ground?"

"Yeah it was Amazing Ryo!"

"I did good than the last match, didn't I?"

"Yeah you always do"

"Then I deserve way more than that cheap kiss you gave me earlier don't I?"

"Get patched up first you freak, Uraume's waiting"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who lets you both into his house as he holds your waist with one arm. He let go of your waist as he makes his way for the bathroom while murmuring something about showering first.

As he started to shower you turn on the tv with the intention of seeing the live match you saw today in the digital screen. And it immediately cuts to a interview Sukuna did just right after winning.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who seems enthusiastic as ever talking to the reporters about the match he did and the opponent he beat. Not long after he adds a little appreciation from his part.

"My manager Uraume helped me with a lot of stuff so I truly appreciate them. Also my girlfriend stayed up beside me every night when I practiced and supported me in everything, this win is hers as much as it is mine."

"if you're watching this I love you baby"

A warm feeling start to take over your chest as you hear his words. The man who's appreciated and idolized by millions saying these things so casually to you, you still can't get your mind around it.

Then the reporter use his luck to ask a risky question one more time.

"it's look like you two have a great relationship together, what do you think about marriage Mr Ryomen?"

To that question Sukuna doesn't respond but instead returns a well knowing little grin as he waves off the interview.

"Tch why did they ruin the moment by asking that, now it looks like he doesn't want to marry me" you said to yourself.

Just as you were about to leave to the kitchen to grab a snack, something shining inside the closet that Sukuna forgot to shut earlier catches your eyes.

Hidden by the cloth piles it was a little jewelry box that had familiar initials on top of it.

It was none other than yours and Sukuna's.

Wait..

No that can't be, Yeah maybe this is the earrings he wanted to give you before.

But much to your surprise the box opened up to reveal a gorgeous wedding ring. A big diamond you sure costed atleast 5 six figures alone sitting on top of it. Inside the ring you and Sukuna's initials were carved into it making it seem even more special to your eyes.

Your heart is jumping from excitement and happiness, everything about your life is starting to get better and better and you can't help but thank Sukuna for it.

You don't want to ruin the surprise he planned for you of course. So you put the box back to it's place and sit on the bed till he's done showering patiently but the stupid smile you had since earlier didn't left your face for once.

"Alright I'm done showering let's slee- what's with you?"

"What's with me? nothing Ryo"

"You're are smiling very creepily woman"

"Ryo that's mean! My smile is not creepy!"

"Yeah whatever come here, freak"

Sukuna says as he drags you closer to his side of the bed while turning off the bedside lamp at the same time. Your bodies intertwine with each other like it was always meant to be. Sukuna's hands wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.

"Ryo?"

"hmm"

"I love you"

You can feel a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I love you too princess, more than anything"

Boxing Kuna is my favorite <33

No grammar checks though sorry :/

[plumeria1]

Family Time

Note: This post is for @trinityobsessesovatings who made this cute demand asking. I thought I wouldn't finish it until tomorrow, but since I just finished it, I'm posting it now. I hope you like it.

Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Fem Reader

Warning: None

Content: Fluff, etablished relationship

Summary: A sweet moment with your wife and your daughters

You loved rainy days; those were the days when you and your wife, Caitlyn, could spend the day at home.

Since the end of the war against Noxus, things had calmed down. You had accepted Councilor Medarda's proposal to join the council.

When Caitlyn was offered to take her mother's place on the council, she refused, preferring to focus on her job as sheriff. But she had warmly recommended that you take her place; she knew you would do very well.

Shortly after you joined the council, Caitlyn invited you to dinner, pretending to want to celebrate the end of the war and your new job. But at the end of the dinner, she had taken you to the garden where she often spent time with her mother.

That was where she had proposed to you. You had never been happier, your face covered in tears of joy, and you had accepted while pulling her into a long, passionate kiss.

After your marriage, you settled into the Kiramman family mansion, and soon the topic of children came up. It was something that Caitlyn and you had in common; you had always wanted children.

But the problem was that it is impossible for two women to conceive children, so it was only logical that you turned to adoption.

After a year, you had adopted two six-year-old little girls, adorable twins: Cassandra and Calliope. The name of the first had made Caitlyn smile; she found it ironic that one of her daughters bore the name of her late mother.

It took a little time to adjust, but within three months, you all got used to each other, and since then, your daughters had never left your side.

Cassandra was a bit closer to you, and Calliope to Caitlyn, but they loved you both equally. And since their adoption, your lives had been perfect.

Today, you had planned to spend the day outside with the three of you, but the rain had ruined your plans. Fortunately, you quickly found something to keep you occupied all day.

After dinner, sitting in front of the fireplace, the twins played with dolls under Caitlyn's gentle supervision, who was having fun with them. On your side, you were coming back from the kitchen where you had gone to get something to snack on.

You loved what you saw: your family gathered away from the world’s complications and the traveling noise. You saw Caitlyn soften as she looked at your daughters. You spoke from the doorstep.

-So, you're playing without me?

-Mama!

Cassandra abandoned her doll to run toward you.

-Come, I made you a drawing.

You laughed when she took your hand and pulled you toward Caitlyn and Calliope, then made you sit down before handing you a sheet full of colors. On it, you could see four stick figures, two smaller ones between two larger ones.

-Look, it's you and mom, and this is Callie and me.

-It's very beautiful, sweetie.

You placed the drawing next to you and took her in your arms. Then you turned to Caitlyn and Calliope.

-So, what were you playing before I arrived?

-The heroes of Piltover, Callie is Mel.

-And who are you?

-Mom.

Caitlyn laughed upon hearing that. Knowing that your daughters saw her as a heroine warmed her heart.

You ended up sitting with them until it was time for bed. You had to carry the girls because they could barely keep their eyes open.

Once in their beds, you tucked them in and gave each of them a kiss on the forehead to wish them goodnight and went to bed yourself.

When you joined Caitlyn in your bed, she was in her pajamas, eagerly waiting for you. She also had a hard time staying awake, but she didn’t want to sleep without you. She loved holding you in her arms when she slept; your presence warmed her inside and out.

-It was a good day.

Barely seated beside her, she pulled you into her arms, making you laugh. Then she rested her head on your shoulder.

-Yes, we should do this more often.

-Mmh.

You were about to say something else when you noticed she had fallen asleep. Instead, you turned off the light on your bedside lamp, kissed her on the top of her head, and snuggled up to her with a smile. In a few minutes, you fell asleep too.

[crieslikeafool]

"Max, hey Max, can I have a word?"

Max grunted, "Jesus you are everywhere."

Charles grinned, opening his green, green eyes a little more than necessary, and looking like the most innocent person on Earth. "Oh, me? I am just doing my job."

Bastard.

"Go on then." Max indulged him, knowing perfectly that Charles was, in fact, not recording a single thing.

"Isn't it hard to walk sometimes? Carrying that monstrous ego must be tiring."

"Not as tiring as hearing the bullshit the press says."

"Ouch." Charles followed him through the paddock, swaying through the people with much more confidence than any other reporter. "Feeling salty today, uh? Was it because I said than Lando will beat you today?"

Max glared at him. "It's not."

"Don't bite me. I was just stating a fact."

Max raised his eyebrows. Charles always like to tease him, but he was never that bold. It grabbed his attention like a slap in the face.

"And why would that be a fact, Leclerc?"

"Your grip was shit all through free practice and quali, thanks to that trash bin they gave you to drive-"

"Hey!"

"-Hence why you are starting fifteenth. Good luck on that bullshit."

"You talk way too much for your own good, do you know that?"

Charles grinned again, all sharp red lips and charming dimples. "You really don't know who got me into the sport, do you?"

"Can't google all the journalist that talk to me." He did google him. He just couldn't find any personal infos. Or social medias. Not that he cared.

"Sebastian."

"Wait, what? Vettel?"

That explains a lot.

They were almost at Max's motorhome. He had to change and shower before going back to the garage.

"He taught me how to bite back."

"He didn't tell you not to underestimate me, though."

Charles hummed, thoughtful. "You think you can win tomorrow? Really?"

Max leaned on his motorhome door, folding his arms on his chest. Their eyes met, and it felt electric. Max knew a challenge when he saw one.

"I think so. Yes."

Charles took a step closer to him, less than a foot between their chests.

"If you are so confident," He smirked. "Let's make a bet." And offered his hand.

Max raised his eyebrows again, but shook it anyway.

"When I win tomorrow, what am I going to get?"

Charles stepped closer again, still grasping his hand, just a few centimeters between them. "You can finally take me on a date." He whispered, and quickly stepped away.

"Good luck for tomorrow!" He said, already walking away as if nothing happened.

That fucking brat-

( @additiva you are a better writer than me, but i hope you'll appreciate 😂😂)

Lestappen au where Charles is a reporter who lives to torment Max with questions so absurd they make the Dutchman question his life choices.

"Do you think your car would perform better if it didn’t have to carry the weight of your confidence everywhere?"

“Do you think your ego has its own zip code?”

Max tries to stay cool, but Charles’ smirk is a red flag he can’t ignore.

[queer118]

THE REALITY WE FACE

We are not just struggling—we are starving. When we manage to eat today, we don’t know if we will survive tomorrow. Hunger gnaws at us constantly. Every day feels like our lives are slipping away.

We are without clean water, without proper shelter, and many of us, including those living with HIV, are without the medicine we desperately need to stay alive. Every day is a fight for survival. Without help, our future is uncertain.

HOW YOU CAN HELP: YOUR DONATION SAVES LIVES.

We are reaching out to you because we cannot do this alone. Your donation, no matter how small, can make the difference between life and death for us. The money will be used to provide:

1: FOOD.

2: CLEAN WATER.

3: SHELTER to protect us from violence and the harsh environment.

4: MEDICATION for those living with HIV/AIDS, who are suffering without care.

EVERY DOLLAR BRINGS HOPE.

Your support doesn’t just offer us food or water—it brings us hope. Hope that tomorrow we won’t starve. Hope that we can have shelter and safety. Hope that we can live to see a future where our identities are not a death sentence.

[pompadourrguy]

DOG!!

today I offer you doggo Venture. tomorrow? who knows...

pls let's bring back Dog!Venture, I miss seeing them in my dash

^ inspiration. WAAAAA I LOVE DOGS

[jscrawls]

Grave mistakes

Gotham City is full of a lot of characters, criminals, creepy clowns, man eating plants, eccentric billionaires. But all that rolled into one decrepit house?

Warning: contains mention of blood, spirits, witchcraft, general spooky stuff, it's an Addams reader they're gonna be freaky,

Prologue: what a miserable time!

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It's cloudy today as you shuffle into the house with the heavy boxes in your arms, the place is decrepit and leaks in the roof have water stains coloring the floors and ceilings around you a mottled gray color, it's absolutely dreamy. it's been a busy day moving things out of the Uhaul and arranging them in your new house. The movers had left quickly after seeing the old bloodstains still staining the dining room floor, so it was up to you to move the old carpets to expose it so you could properly arrange around the dark mark in the wood to make sure it's the centerpiece. Who likes white carpet anyways.

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As you move onto the kitchen to unpack your cauldron and recipe books you notice the lights are flickering at random, you hope it's a ghost or even better, a demon. If only your pendulums and charred bones weren't still in the truck wrapped in bubble wrap, perhaps a little bloodletting will excite the potential spooks in your new home.

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Putting up cobwebs, tearing down the colorful new curtains so you can put up your tattered rags, rearranging the living room for your Ouija board and coffin collection, it's been a long, horrible day.

You collapse onto your bed wth a satisfied sigh, tomorrow you'll start putting up your grimoires and bones in the library and if you have time you'll rip out the colorful flowers in the front yard to make room for your weeds.

There's a strange cheerful sounding ding going off in your home, you quickly roll out of bed to instigate and hopefully find turn it off permanently. You find yourself in your front room walking towards the front door, huh, you didn't know doorbells could sound like anything but a bloodcurdling scream. Guess even a horrible place like Gotham isn't perfect.

“Hello?” You open the door that has a slight creak, you'll need to water those hinges later and make sure they're properly rusty.

*“Ahem,* yes good day, good day. You are…. The new neighbor yes?” An older man stands in front of you in a dark suit and bowtie, looking slightly put off by the sight of you. He holds something in the crook of his arm. You smile warmly at him and open the door wider

“Yes I think that'd be me, nice to meet you my good sir!” you hold a hand out for a handshake which he hesitates for, before shaking your hand. “…the pleasures all mine, mx…?” he pulls his hand back quickly, something about you is…unsettling.

“(Name) Addams, of the Addams family.” lightning crackles overhead, a crow screeches in the distance after your introduction.

“…. Alfred pennyworth, I live next door.” He seems unimpressed with you as he gestures over his shoulder at the manor across the hill.

“Well it's very nice to meet you, my friend. Please come in, come in and I'll make you something awful, do you like or hate tea?”

“…I enjoy tea.”

“Bummer, that's all I've got to offer while I'm unpacking. Step in before the sun comes out or something!”

You all but yank the old man into the house, not really giving him a choice as you excitedly walk towards your kitchen.

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A/n: there's a new creep in Gotham! I've been watching Nikhil Clayton for inspo but I'm not gonna copy his work. check out his YouTube or TikTok for Addams family in Gotham stuff y'all ✌️😚✌️

[razzellyn]

The First Part was ages ago and i forgot about it...

Scenario:

Human!Reader offered to give the bots a proper car wash! Or... Plane and ship, and truck wash or whatever. Part. 2!

Also, slight romance <3 (maybe idk)

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Dexter:

He didn't mind the offer at first. He thought that it'd be a nice way of, y'know, hanging out with each other. It immediately changed his perspective of the offer to a completely different level when you actually gave him a wash.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed when he realized how dirty his frame was, it's the fact that you were so close to his frame with your tiny little fingers pressing up against every nook and cranny of him that it sometimes tickles. Oh and he's also very flustered, but he managed to keep it to himself.

Heheh, [ ] stop tickling me...

I'm not?

Yes you are. silly giggles

He thanks you afterwards. Feeling up his clean frame before asking if you wanted a ride somewhere as a payback. Which, only ended up with you scolding him because he might make himself dirty again.

Fleta Z:

He's thankful for the offer, but also confused. How is someone as small as you is going to clean a plane like him? It surprises him greatly once you give him a shower. He should've expected the hose.

He's not too flustered about it. Sure, it's looking a bit like an intimate gesture, but why does he care? He gets his frame cleaned, a win for him. Also, he's really just enjoying the gesture.

Could you please go a little to the left?

Oh! This one?

Yes, thank you.

He's polite to you nonetheless. Directing you on where he needed cleaning, and... other helpful things. He was very appreciative of it. Also offering you a ride if you wanted. He even made a little tune just for you!

Wild Guardy:

At first he was confused, then he was shocked, then he was normal. At least he looked like it. He nodded at your offer, not really realizing what he brought himself into.

A cold spray of water brought him out of his zoning out. He was staring at you the whole time, yet somehow none of you noticed. He was flustered as hell, but managed to keep it under wraps. Sure, he twitched every now and then, but surely you hadn't noticed... right?

You seem troubled?

I am fine. (Voice crack)

Uhm... Sure.

Oh he was so entranced by you. Obviously he thanked you for your help, however he was a bit sheepish when doing so. You asked if he wanted to do it again and he blue screened at the question. He probably will, but he'll need a whole night to prepare for that again.

Buffalo Crush:

He agreed in no time! Literally turning into his car-mode immediately upon asking him. Not knowing what he just brought upon himself.

And he probably never will? He was too busy watching the water fall of his hood and having fun to even notice your clothes pressing tightly against your body.

This is fun. Can we do this again tomorrow?

If you're somehow dirty again, i guess.

Before you know it, he comes back to you the next day covered in dirt and mud and many other things.

Buster Gallon:

He's very dismissive, surprisingly. For someone who looks like they care about their vanity, Buster Gallon didn't seem to mind the amount of dirt on his plating.

At first he simply rejected your request. Saying that he's too busy doing whatever the hell he's doing, then he makes the excuse of being able to do it himself. Obviously, you forced him instead.

I'm telling you, I can do this myself-!

SHUSH!

You're not even listening!

In the end, he was grateful for your help. Even if he doesn't outright say it, he's thankful enough to have you as a friend. Someone who'll force him to take care of himself, even if he gets irritated.

Black Hook:

Ah, the arrogant pirate himself. Did you expect this to be easy? Of course not! Fortunately he actually agreed. Pretty quickly too, complaining a bit about how the grime and dirt in his body was starting to make him itch.

You didn't even know that was possible until today. Unfortunately, your 'help' felt more like your 'job' as he forces you around on where to scrub and pour water on. And soap. And literally everything else.

You're doing this all wrong!

I'm doing everything!!

He'll act like a brat in the first few minutes—or hours, but he'll ease up on you in the end. He's just really bossy. He thanked you at least.

Heavy Iron:

At first he was perplexed with the idea of letting a human clean up his body, even as you point out how terrible he looked. He declines your offer at first, but then he mulled it over and reluctantly agreed.

Mulled it over meaning he realized that he can't reach into the really tiny, itchy seams with his big, stubby fingers. Yes, that's what he forces you to do.

Unfortunately, he doesn't speak much. Sometimes he'd make a comment or two, but that was it.

When you were done cleaning him, he simply nodded at you then left. Your thoughts think that he's not being rude, just being awkward.

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Idk i made this while probably being half-asleep

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw!

Just a little thought tonight ♡

Thinkin’ about Diavolo and how he loves fucking you in front of the big gold mirror in his bedroom, one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other holds onto your hip, his nails just barely digging into your skin, keeping you in place while he fucks you from behind.

His eyes almost look like they’re glowing as they lock onto the reflection, both of your bodies covered in a layer of sweat, and he can see all the marks he left on you earlier. Fuck, it feels like he’s getting harder just looking at the reflection of you below him.

Diavolo who grabs your face and makes you watch in the mirror, because he loves the way you squirm and cry for him, for more, for whatever he’ll give you and how your sweet moans seem to echo in the large room, it makes him want to fill you with his cum over and over again….

[z13lovebot]

you guessed it! fish delivery!

[lasagoofs]

it's that time of the year again (hlvrai rewatch)

[wolfchans]

BANG CHAN ♡ SKZ CODE EP.63

+ bonus: a big gif ♡

[saint-hymn]

You're not coming back from shit! Thrashing around in that high-conductivity state of yours, bumping into things and acting like a clown. Who are you kidding?

[angelcake10023]

I love Tang’s 5th anniversary fit it’s so cute (Pigsy agrees) 🩷👋

[hejihra]

[rosie-tyler]

That's what happened right