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[nadiuu]

new icon! (my version of this Toph from Imbalance >w<)

[cordyce]

i miss coloring manga panels

[vamp-emp-yume]

UGGGGGHHHHHHH

i miss the BLOOD on my FACEEE after a good HUNTT ( ´ཀ` )

suckin up all the GORGEOUS RED and tasting the COPPER on my TUNGGGGG ᏊˊꈊˋᏊ

if only my consort would let me suckle ≧◠ᴥ◠≦ (◕ε◕*)

[arlerts-angel]

Could I get a sex on the beach with a cherry on top for Rin Itoshi? :) 💕

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍹 ⋅ 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 !

⟢ ingredients: 18+! mdni. ノ rin itoshi x fem reader ノ pwp ノ college au ノ hate sex ノ unprotected sex (piv) ノ cowgirl ノ creampie ノ rin is mean :( he literally doesn't touch you lol ノ bimbo-esque reader ノ some degradation: variations of slut, brat, whore ノ physically ambiguous reader ノ

⟢ wc: ~550

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 was not an easy task. in his mind, everyone in his vicinity was beneath him — nothing but lowly pissants who make the mountains that he moves.

and when you did manage to get his attention, it wasn't very long... nor was it pleasant, but you had it, and that's what you wanted.

he'd scoff and act irritated beyond belief, like he was doing charity work to give you his time of day. you didn't care, though. you were determined to fuck rin itoshi.

"rin!! got a minute?" you ask, knowing his answer will be...

"i certainly don't have time for your shit..." you say in unison. he glares at your grin.

"tch. you're an annoying brat" he sighs, looking down at you with a bird's eye view of your cleavage. he grows increasingly irritated at the sight of your skimpy uniform, yet turned on by your physique.

his cheeks grew bright red and warm, and he hoped like hell you wouldn't notice both his embarrassment or the excitement in his pants.

nothing gets past you, though.

"what's wrong rin? you've never seen tits before?" you taunt with a devilish grin.

"don't talk to me like that. it's trashy. though i should expect nothing less from you" he quips.

"oooh! fiesty today!" you giggle, feeling a pool of arousal growing in your panties.

"shut up, slut" he groans exasperatedly.

"mmm keep going rin, i'm close!" you moan playfully.

"fuck's sake..! you're so desperate. if i fuck you will you piss off?! he asks annoyedly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"oh, absolutely" you reply with a smirk.

he grabs your wrist tightly and drags you to his on-campus apartment. his cock silently begging to be freed from the confine of his pants. he slams the door behind you then slams himself down onto the couch.

"you want to fuck so bad? fuck me yourself then, slut" he spits as he takes his cock out of his pants. his tip is red hot and dripping with precum.

"take a fucking picture, it'll last... wha– are you drooling?! tch" he grumbles.

you sit yourself down on his pretty cock, studying his face and moaning as you adjust to his size.

"mmm rin!" you moan, rubbing your clit while slowly moving your hips.

"you're this fucking wet? i haven't touched you... filthy slut" he hisses as his cock is enveloped by your tight cunt.

his eyes flutter and roll back as you slam yourself up and down his length, earning a few grunts and groans of pleasure. you grin and squeeze his cock tighter. "shit... just like that, right there" he groans and grips the cushions.

"nngh! rin! 'm gonna cum!" you cry out, feeling a jolt of electricity strike your clit as you reach your orgasm. your pace slows as you recover.

rin groans as he feels your cunt pulsing around his cock, then again when your pace quickens. "fuck..! ugh-!" he groans as his cock twitches one final time, then dumps his load deep inside you.

rin catches his breath while you gather your belongings. "as promised, i'll stop bothering you now" you grin.

"right, and don't even think about telling anyone about this, got it?" rin scoffs while he cleans himself off.

you nod, then see yourself out.

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note: this is my first time ever writing bllk/rin itoshi smut so please let me know how this was 🥺🤲 also forgive me if i'm rusty, i feel like i haven't written in ages !!

[granddaughterofdemeter]

Hi, if you want to do it I would really appreciate it, you can do an imagine Percy Jackson x Female reader daughter of Hades where she is very close to her godly Father (Hades best father) they are very close and she and Percy are dating and Hades finds out, Can you tell me what their confrontation with Jealous Hades would be like with his daughter and Percy with that affronting and sarcastic way of his?

ofc!

*inspo from b99, jake meeting amy's dad*

Get. Away. From. My. Daughter.

[percy jackson x f!reader]

" Or I will. skin. you"

" So you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No-, ugh you, Perseus Jackson, are so infuriating."

You love Percy, of course you do, but when he asked to meet Hades you freaked. He was hurt, sadly, but he quickly understood why after this.

Though, unfortunately for you, your man is a very, very, maddening person.

A large bang caught your attention as Percy leaned in, a mischievous grin crossing his face. You both snapped your eyes toward the door while the dark energy surrounding the Underworld crawled close to you.

The guilty sighs coming from both Nico and Will helped you discern what was going on.

" We tried, [Name]. I'm sorry..." Will apologized. You smiled and shook them off as you placed your focus on your very angry father.

"[NAME], why would you even think about dating this mediocre, dense, child?"

You groaned but before you could say anything, your, mediocre, dense, boyfriend, interrupted you.

"Maybe it's because she likes my, mediocre, dense, brain!"

Hades nearly lost it...

So, of course Percy made it worse by twirling you to face him and kissing you on the forehead knowing full well that your dad would lose his shit.

"Get. Away. From. My. Daughter, Or I will skin you alive."

"So you think you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No- ugh, you, Perseus Jackson, are an infuriating person! [Name], are you sure this is the person you want to spend a while in your life with?"

Percy got increasingly offended.

"A while? Why can't she spend a lifetime with me?"

Hades laughed in your boyfriends face, before retorting. "My daughter has the ability to gain men much better than you ever could be."

That was when you butt in. "How dare you say that Percy isn't a man that deserves me?"

"It's alright, Rosie, he's not wrong." Percy chuckled, antagonized by the truth he could see your dad's words.

"No, you deserve me and I deserve you, and my father doesn't have the right to call my romantic choice 'mediocre' because this isn't the 1800s and he can't sell me for two sheep."

Percy smiled gently towards you as you scolded your surprised dad just for him.

Hades sighed, looking at the gaze that your lover held for you. He could see the love that he had long ago refused to believe that Poseidon's demigod son could hold for someone that wasn't himself just like his father.

But that moment was what helped Hades realize that he can't control the fact that you are your own woman who can choose who you want to love...

hope you like it!

sorry it took me so long (ノへ￣、)

[lovebugism]

for fictober could I request from the 50 autumnal prompts ‘when he wears THAT flannel’ with Eddie please?

we were so robbed of Eddie all boyfriend in soft cosy clothes. R wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off of him and he’d love it come autumn when it’s all he wears.

ugh imagine him in like thick baggy sweaters and when he reaches up it just exposes a bit of tummy 😍 I��m like a Victorian seeing ankles

love you xoxo

hi angel! idk how i managed to make this angsty, but alas! hope you like it :D

summary: you and eddie try to get used to life post-vecna but it's not nearly as easy as you thought it'd be (post st4, established relationship, wee bit of angst tw for mentions of death and scars, 1.2k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie’s pretty much recovered by mid-fall.

Not totally. But mostly.

You think getting away from Hawkins helped the most — moving out of the city and settling further in the green. Even though everyone back home eventually understood that Eddie wasn’t the psycho-killing freak they made him out to be, things had changed far too much to ever go back to normal again.

Something’s break beyond repair. Something’s just can’t be fixed.

Not your Eddie, though. Eddie’s perfect. Damn near it, anyway, considering the circumstances.

He’s still got the nightmares and the phantom pains — even though he tells you he doesn’t. But he’s graduated now and helping Wayne at the car shop whenever he can. He’s taking the newfound normalcy in stride, spending early autumn with you and making you hot chocolate like nothing ever happened.

“You like marshmallows in your cocoa, right?” he calls from the kitchen, though he sounds like he’s talking mostly to himself.

You hear him, but you forget to answer. Your brain all but short circuits at how pretty he looks. 

You eye him from the couch while he bustles in the kitchen, and gutwrenching existentialism knocks the wind from your lungs like a fist to the stomach. 

You weren’t supposed to have Eddie again. You weren’t supposed to share a home like you always dreamed about, and he wasn’t supposed to make you hot cocoa or keep you warm when autumn got too bitter. 

A season or more ago, you were saying your goodbyes while he bled out in an alternate dimension. 

You haven’t yet forgotten how pale his skin had gotten or how glassy his chocolate eyes grew as the life spilled from the weeping bites on his stomach. The feeling of his blood, slimy on your hands and drenching your clothes, hasn’t yet left you. The red-hot blood in the unnatural navy blue cold still lives in your head.

But it’s only there. In your head.

And Eddie’s right in front of you — wild hair, baggy pajama pants, and all. You can smell the musk of his cologne and the floral of his shampoo. He’s real enough to touch. 

He’s real.

The realization hits you every day, all the time. It wells from your chest up into your throat and makes you feel like crying. Most people don’t get to say goodbye to their soulmate and eat Wednesday morning breakfast with them months later. 

You’ve got so much gratitude inside you, bursting like golden rays of sunshine, that you don’t know what to do with it all.

“Babe?” he calls again when you don’t answer. “Did you hear me?”

He pokes his head in the doorway, and your eyes go wide. “Huh? What?” you stammer, shaking your head to jerk yourself out of your stupor.

Eddie laughs, high and boyish. It sounds like heaven, and it pierces your heart. Six months ago, you never thought you’d hear it again. “I asked if you wanted marshmallows, weirdo.”

You nod rapidly and ramble an answer. “Oh, yeah. Sure. Thank you.”

“O-kay,” Eddie lilts, though his voice wavers with confusion. His grin widens and his eyes narrow, but he doesn’t ask why you’re acting so suddenly strange. 

You wonder if he’s used to it by now. You wonder if he knows when you go quiet that you’re remembering that a part of you nearly died.

He returns to the kitchen and reaches for the upper cupboard. A sliver of his milky white tummy peeks from beneath his flannel. You can see the bites from here. They’re scarred over now, dark red and light pink and thunder-strike purple. It almost jars you how healed they look. The wounds are still fresh and weeping whenever you close your eyes.

Eddie comes in from the living room, balancing two mugs in his hands rather carefully because he’s filled them to the brim. He’s got his usual ceramic Campbell’s Tomato Soup cup in one hand and your sleeping Snoopy in the other. The innate domesticity makes your stomach whirl.

“You okay?” the boy wonders with pinched brows when he hands you your cocoa.

You nod with glittering eyes, mustering a faint smile up at him. The mug warms your chilled, trembling hands. 

“Mm-hmm… Why?” you question, though you’re more than aware of why. 

Eddie’s got a knack for knowing how you’re feeling before you’ve even hinted at it. You think he might’ve got mind-reading powers when you were in the Upside Down.

“I don’t know. You just looked a little… far away, I guess.”

“Just missed you,” you confess with a bright, innocent gaze.

Eddie snorts as he rounds the couch to sit next to you. “While I was in the kitchen ten feet away?”

“Yeah. ’S way too far.”

“Well, remind me to carry you with me wherever I go, then.”

You know he’s joking, but you beam anyway. You don’t want to be anywhere that he isn’t. You don’t want him to go where you can’t follow. 

Eddie takes a sip and smiles at your smiling. His grin is crooked and rosy and lined with whipped cream. He leans in to kiss you with it. 

You pull back from him, just far enough to wipe the melted sugar off with the pad of your thumb. You give him a smacking peck a second later.

With a kissed grin, the boy leans back against the couch with his arm sprawled along the back of it. You curl into his side like his own personal puzzle piece, nestling your mug between your bodies with one hand and settling your free one on his stomach.

Your fingers seem to gravitate beneath his fuzzy flannel without you having to think twice about it. 

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, either. His attention is consumed by the television — a Scooby Doo re-run he’s probably seen a thousand times. His chuckle rumbles against your cheek. You laugh along with him, made content by the sound of his boyish delight.

Your fingers dance through the fuzz of his happy trail, then settle on something softer. 

The marred skin of his warm tummy feels like silk. Before you realize what you’re touching, the boy beneath you jolts.

You nearly spill your cooling cocoa when you freeze alongside him. You part from Eddie with a gaping gaze, wide eyes darting over every inch of his face. You’re frightened that you’ve hurt him, but his pink grin only widens.

“Oh, shit. Are you okay?” you blurt. “I wasn’t— I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Eddie turns to you, then. His features are blurry with sleep, and they twist with confusion at your misplaced concern. 

“No,” he answers with the shake of his head. The softened ends of his chocolate curls brush your cheek. A laugh sputters from his mouth. “It just tickled, babe. It’s fine.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It wavers on the way out, but you manage a trembling smile anyway. “Oh. Okay,” you hum, breathless. 

“Yeah. ’S okay,” Eddie murmurs softly back, wrapping his pale arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and lingers there. “I’m okay,” he whispers into your hair.

[indiweb]

omg ok 1. surprise surprise , new account lawls >.< & 2. omgg anya my pretty pretty bae ur so darn sweet ugh. sending mucho besitos >3<. mwuah mwuah mwuah

ship your moots with a character and a trope! ❣️

OMGOMG okay i got this ask before but i didnt know what to do w it bcs i have like 40 / 50 mutuals or more 😭 (consequences of me following back any writer who follows me LOL) anywayyy im gonna pick a few that i can name from the top of my head;

@marimogf + kento nanami + co-workers to lovers (if that is a trope)

@squicksquak + jason todd + partners in crime.

@pupkashi + gojo satoru + friends to lovers / mutual pining.

@screampied + toji fushiguro + strangers to lovers or second chance love

@osaemu + osamu dazai + fake dating, maybe childhood sweethearts.

@titancanvas + levi ackermann + opposites attract maybe (like the sunshine & grumpy trope)

@strawberry-cowmilk + lucifer from obm + one sided love to mutual pining.

@cultrise + zhongli from gi (dk if you play but made me thinj of him) + mortal & immortal / forced proximity.

@slttygeto + geto suguru + enemies to lovers maybee.

@satoruhour + gojo satoru + oblivious love.

@ohimsummer + choso (somehow u remind me of him) + secret admirer.

@chuluoyi + ayato from gi + arranged marriage.

@sukukive + sukuna + mortal & immortal love / destined soulmates.

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

SoundStarShock Headcanons

Sooo - I've seen many people on Twitter / X shipping Starscream, Soundwave and Shockwave thanks to Transformers One. Like - look at those 3. Appearing together? Standing together? And at the end? I need no more explanations - nothing, nada, rien.

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Starscream snuggles from time to time his helm against Soundwave's or Shockwave's - and said action has been rubbed (no pun intented) on both mechs too.

Imagine how both Sound and Shock were confused by that, but Thundercracker and Skywarp explained to them that was quite common among seekers.

(Now looking at it... TC & Soundwave = blue. SW & Shockwave = purple. Do you see what I am seeing?) Moving on.

Soundwave would gently knock his forehelm with either bots.

They def have inside jokes. And laugh togehter... menacingly.

They gossip - that ain't a headcanon, is canon.

Starscream's love language is Words of affirmation, Soundwave's is Physical touch and Shockwave's is Quality time. Make this either fluffy or toxic, anything works with these three babygirls.

Shockwave and Starscream are yappers, Soundwave is happy to listen.

The are quite protective of each other - Starscream being the sole one to be too aggressive-loud, while the two Waves are deadly silent.

Can you imagine how things would play whoever was the first one to propose the idea of being a poly relationship? Like - Imagine the potential for each bot.

( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Starscream fell first? Constantly in denial - "Ugh, feelings." - and was more irritating than he was already. But would from time to time praise the other two mechs, to then deny he did it. And in the end, he asked out demanded both mechs to become his sparkmates. "Only you two have proven to be worthy to become my sparkmates - a-and... ugh, the leader would be nothing without his Second and Third in command!" ... strangely that moved Shockwave's and Soundwave's sparks.

Soundwave fell first? Attentive, and would always try to be close or have minimun physical contact with either mech. One servo on Shockwave's shoulder, leaning by Starscream's side. You name it. He would have fell first for Shockwave, then Starscream - yes, maybe the 1st one is a tad off about his scientific research even at harsh times and Starscream can be quite flawed as a leader, but Shockwave showed passion, and Starscream tried to keep his people safe. "Soundwave: request. Starscream and Shockwave: spark bond with Soundwave."

Shockwave fell first? Alright, this is interesting. He would definitely evaluate the other two mechs, trying to be logical to deem worth the shot or to not waste his own time. And can see Shockwave approach both mechs directly to tell them he wants to test and hypothesis, therefore he needed the three of them to become romantically involved. And he was ready to just take the data he needed and step back... buuut he feels complete with them. It would be illogical to step back from his sparkmates now.

(❁´◡`❁)

Starscream loves to be right in the middle - wants the attention!

Find comfort among themselves - after losing so many things thanks to that bitch Sentinel Prime, they mourn and hold each other when they are all alone.

Imagine Soundwave playing soft tunes to either mech when they are alone - lofi beats trouple.

Shockwave sudden outburts of anger (take for example about Bee unable to not talk) make Sound and Star try to not laugh.

The three then welcomed Megatron into the pack but then divorced him whaaat

(oﾟvﾟ)ノVhaos out!

[kianasflowers]

MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT.ᐟ

Warnings ノ teasing, 18+ content, oral pleasure, semi-bondage(?), fem!reader mentioned as 'you' and 'your', kissing, pinned down reader, OOC (TEASINGGG Aventurine makes my heart flutter ugh), nicknames such as 'love', 'my sweet gift', 'sweetheart'.

I feel like I've sinned, but it was requested by my babe/p, so it's okay >< this was so lazily done lmfao.

YOU draped the last piece of the lights along the green fuzzy branches, leaving the tree in its final glory. You took a step back, hands gliding onto your hips as you smirked, eyes flourishing with admiration at your work, your prized possession.

Every year, you would come running to your boyfriend, a gleeful smile written across your perfect features—it was one of the only times he ever had work off, and you took advantage of that every time the holidays ran around. Sure, it was nice, but something ached in your heart. Perhaps it was the lack of attention you had received the past few months, or his busyness causing your heart to stir—it left you wanting for more than just a kiss or a casual conversation.

You glanced at his figure, eyes dropping as he held his phone to his ear, a voice murmuring from the other end. You wanted to ask him to plug the lights in, but I suppose that's just gone out the window like a speck of dust. You kicked the ground slowly and stumbled your way to the outlet with the cord in your hand. But as you approached closer, your feet seemed to have caught on something...

!!

Your figure fell down, your face featuring a look of panic as you tumbled onto the ground. You groaned in pain as you tried to move out of grasp, but it was no use—you had been accidentally wrapped up in a rope of delicate red ribbon... from your ankles to your wrists, you can't move a budge. Secluded in the tight grasp, you wriggled around, trying to gain Aventurine's attention as he paced side to side.

And oh, you did. He placed his phone in his pocket and turned around when he heard your shifting along the ground, that usual smile now being written with a rather teasing smirk. You scoffed with a small eyeroll, "Some help?"

He approached closer, knees bending down as he lowered himself to you, "What do we have here? Seems you've got yourself in a bit of a situation, love." His voice wasn't the same. It wasn't happy or soft but rather teasing and low—It held a rough edge, which left your body with a small shiver.

You looked away when the words drifted off his mouth, trying to ignore the way they slurred from his tongue and how each syllable made your heart skip that one beat.

Though, you could still sense the smirk and playfulness swirling in his eyes. His vision caressing each curve of your body as you laid there.

You attempted to push up with all your strength, using your core to lift yourself off the ground, but... his hands had managed to swiftly find themselves locked around your waist. Your eyes drifted to them, the fair-skinned coloured fingers he held... you swear you could see the veins on the back side of his hand move as he gripped your hip softly, "Seems like I have to untangle you, no?"

"If it wasn't obvious."

He laughed, the sound vibrating through your eardrum. Slowly, he pressed his lips towards your ears as he shifted the ribbon around your pelvis downwards, sitting it just below your knees, "My, my, what if I just leave you like this? It makes you look rather tempting, wouldn't you say?"

Your face went red, and you knew it. You tried to squirm away from him, but he pulled you in closer, slowly kissing up and down on the length of your [skin-coloured] neck. Your eyes closed at the sudden contact... unsure what to do, especially since you were wrapped up like this. "You don't mind, do you? If I treat you." He asked gently, still continuing his assault of kisses along your skin. You felt your body shake, your heart pounding quickly against your chest. You slowly nodded at his request, which left a small laughter drifting off his lips.

His tongue glided down your neck, his hand working to gently grip the side of your low clothing, "Mm, so pretty." He murmured gently, the vibrations of his raspy voice causing you to push forward, "Impatient?" He teased as he slid down the first layer to your knees, exposing your thighs to his hungry gaze. He shifted down to your bare self, his hot breath dancing along your inner thighs. He nipped a small bite.

Each coat of the hot, enchanting air along your skin left soft sounds running off your tongue, "Worked up so early?" The way his eyes looked up at you as you lifted your head up to stare. He looked so pretty, so tempting... "Just stay still, alright? And if you want me to stop, just say so." He murmured, the sound hitting against your clothed sweet spot. You just nodded, words already bundling up on your throat.

His fingers hooked themselves around the edge of your panties, slowly yet carefully drawing them down until he halted at your knees. You froze at the sudden exposure to the cool air brushing up against your folds—it left you with a silent whimper. He smirked, drawing himself in closer, "You wouldn't believe how much I've missed you, sweetheart." He slurred before snuggly placing his face into your inner thighs.

It was silent—for a second—the feeling of his warm breath causing your face to stiffen, "My sweet gift, what more could I ask for?" He asked with a shaky sigh, the hot wet muscle from his mouth slowly extending before leaving a sloppy lick along your slit—stroking up and down until you slowly melted into nothing but puddy.

Your mouth went agape, gasps of air, and breathy whimpers slipped off your tongue. His fingers found their way to your bud, catching your clit between his fingers to give a pinch, a pull. And you could have sworn, at that moment, your hips had developed a mind of their own. Pushing forward towards the pleasuring muscle, he continued his assault—up and down, flick and pinch. You withered at the sensations.

Your stomach swirled, your brain becoming a fog as bliss slowly started to wash over you, "A–Aventurine..." You slurred between the moans of pleasure, but he pulled back, leaving you as a whining mess—a smirk on his face as he watched the display.

"Let me treat you a bit more, perhaps with something else you desire."

[hanasnx]

“ DON’T HAVE TO BE THE PERFECT TEN FOR US TO BE MORE THAN FRIENDS ” — indy.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: kinktober. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship: coworkers to lovers ノ size difference ノ smoking: nic ノ hair pulling (m receiving) ノ sexual content: p in v stuff, just the tip ノ dirty talk: mild degradation.

You hear the familiar jangle of COWORKER!INDY’s chains, swinging against his black baggy jeans as he approaches you from behind. “You good?” he asks you, and you face him just as you finish your task.

“Yeah, sorry. Should’ve said something.” you reply, and he nods, throwing up a thumbs-up before turning on his heel once you confirmed you don’t need his help anymore. Your lips press together as you watch him, and he pulls up his sagging pants from under his zip-up, flashing you a glimpse of his black boxers. Tilting your head, you’re not subtle in checking him out.

You’ve been working with Indy for a while, and you’ve found that you fit well with his easygoing nature. He’s not your boss but he’s been here longer than you, so you lean on him to answer your questions. Not to mention, there’s a sort of casual connection, getting along with during the long work hours.

“Catch.” he tells you, his keys jumping from his palm into line with your face. You flinch, your hand coming up to protect yourself, but when you hear his snicker you peel your eyes open in time to see the lanyard still connected to the keychain yank them back into his palm. The loop of it never left his wrist, effectively faking you out.

“Ugh! Jerk.” you scold, punctuating it with a hit to his arm. It keeps him entertained, that snicker sustaining as he spins the keys around his index finger before shoving them into his back pocket. The lanyard swings out from behind him as he walks off.

Suffice to say, you feel like you’ve known him for a long time. Like as one of your friends punky older brother, or someone you went to high school with and had a couple classes with. You aren’t quite friends, but you’re comfortable around him.

Not to mention, you like that he has your back against customers. He’s explained to you, “It’s not that I think you can’t handle it, I just really love pissing people off.” which you think is his way of trying to avoid undermining you when he steps in. You’re not the most confrontational person in the world, but he sounds like he is.

At one point, a customer had invited himself past the counter, and since you deal with sensitive information at this job, you could very well be fired for having someone see something they shouldn’t. Your heart rate jumps at the prospect of termination, mixed with the twinge of anxiety that comes with kicking someone out.

Before you can steel yourself, Indy beats you to it. “Sir, you can’t be back here.” he begins as he strides towards the customer. Instead of politely backing out from behind the counter, he simply waves Indy off, continuing to eye the merchandise at his leisure.

Indy doesn’t hesitate, stepping in front of the client, cutting his view off and herding him towards the door with his body. “Back up. Back.” he directs, and the stranger travels backward but at a snail’s pace.

“I am, I am.” he relents, and you can see on his face he’s resentful at being treated like a child.

“Takin’ your sweet time.” Indy chides, and follows him until the man is safely behind the door. “I will get to you when I’m ready.” Out of all of his words, those are his most firm, and even if they’re simple, the entire situation had you on edge. It was an elegant show of strength, rather than some pissing contest, and it saved you the trouble of doing it yourself. Indy strides past you, and you get a whiff of his cologne. Your heart beats fast, but it’s not because of the confrontation anymore.

“Thanks.” you tell him later when you get the chance.

He looks down at you, surprised you’d say such a thing. In classic Indy fashion, he doesn’t play the knight-in-shining-armor. He twists it into a joke, manually lowering your expectations of him. “What were you gonna do about it, squirt? Frown really hard at him?”

Instead of playfully admonishing him, you feel braver. Your finger comes to flick at the black bandana he chose to wear around his neck today. He tries out little fashion accessories every now and then. “You look like a dork.” you say, and at the sight of your reach his eyes follow to the destination.

Furrowing his brows at your taunt, he shrugs it off to continue his work on the computer, “Shut up, I look awesome.” he replies. Your gaze glues to how his long fingers sweep across the screen.

Around the same time every day, Indy takes a smoke break by his car, and today you join him.

“Hey, kid. Over here.” he’d said. Now, your tailbone is leaned up against his car door as he offers you a cigarette. You shake your head. He takes a long drag, and you’ve noticed that he lets the smoke linger as a cloud in his mouth before inhaling. It’s an observation made after staring too long at his piercings in the dull light behind your building.

It’s odd. Most coworkers you’ve had, they’ve jumped at the opportunity to ask you to hang out outside of work. However, Indy’s never done that. So you question if he’s into you like you’re into him, or if he’s just polite. You’re a little disappointed he hasn’t given you the chance to say yes to him because standing here now you’d say yes in a heartbeat.

“Why’d you call me over here?” you question, your curiosity and the need to fill the silence getting the better of you. He peers at you from out of the corner of his eye, and you feel small.

“What if I like having you around?” It’s not really a question, the tone shifting to a sarcastic one—as if enjoying your presence warrants a reason further than just that. “You itching to get back to work or something?” He gestures towards the front entrance with his hand. “You can go, I won’t keep you.”

“Jesus, Indy. Chill.” you tell him, melting into a condescending laugh. “You’re so wired.” Your insults are to mask how your chest jumped at the thought that he likes having you around.

It’s an idea you ride all the way into calling him for a hook up that night. It’s not hanging out after work, it’s fucking in his car. Neither of you got the chance to hop into the backseat, straddling his lap in the reclined driver’s instead. His tongue in your mouth smooths over your own, coaxing it to play as his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. His septum piercing bumps the bulb of your nose, making for a clumsy make-out session when you try to avoid it—he doesn’t seem to mind it. In fact, the noises in the back of his throat grow in volume the sloppier it is.

Your hands run through his hair, tugging on the locks every time he does something you like. It’s a good reward system, he’s a quick learner, and the longer you kiss the dizzier you become.

When it breaks for air, he murmurs against your lips, “Can’t wait to see what you feel like.” Electricity runs up your spine, giving you that push to free your swollen sex. You’re so close to him you recycle breath, stray pecks punctuating your excitement as you raise yourself so he can unbuckle his belt and dip the waistband below his dick. Hard and long, it lulls out and onto his happy trail. The condom rolls on, and he palms your flexed ass to help you situate onto him. “Knew you liked me.” With his smug grin, the subtlest dimples dent into his features, and you fight the urge to hit him again.

“Shut up, Indy.” you hiss, eager to push onto him. His other hand is gripped around his base, lining himself up with you. Your knees bend until you feel his head nudge against your slit.

Bracing yourself onto the seat behind him, you fix your eyes where your sexes join, while Indy keeps his gaze on you. “Asking me for help all the time, gotta explain the same shit to you over ‘n’ over again. Letting me take the mean customers. Looking up at me with those fuck-me eyes every time I did. You’re so easy.”

“Indy-y-y!” you whine, trying to force yourself down but he stays just out of reach, letting you bounce helplessly on his tip. “Just put it all in!” You’re wet, and aching. The soreness only exacerbating by the lack of massage, the promise of what’s to come wrestled out of your hands by your coworker.

“Nah, I’ve been waiting for this.” he breathes, and you can tell this is hard for him, too. Exhale is labored and a thin sheen of sweat on his skin. “Gonna savor it.”

[greyrain23]

Sae you bastard. (　｀ー´) give him at least a bit of appreciation

KUNIGAMI!?

KAISER!?

Rin's flow (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

[nifreti-ii]

(forgot somethings so I went back and edited it T-T)

Found the culprit

I love the idea of him just sneaking around and eating all the snacks, MC/Keith being sus and then MC finds him shoving his face with the cookies in the middle of the night. (most nocturnal creatures have reflective eyes, also thought he’d look cute with them :3)

OMFG Keith and Tenebris have me in a chokehold, im down BAD. I cant express how much i enjoyed the game, kinda hate myself for not getting here sooner lol. OOOH They’re just so precious (T▽T). I wanna hold, I wanna kiss, I wanna EVERYTHING. Aaaaah and the little dates in the game ugh. So fucking cute when Tenebris blushes and how his tough guy act drops with the smallest hint of affection ehehehe. AND KEITH, the plant boy of my dream~ 100% can listen to this man rant about his flowers and plant babies for hours askdjghaj-

And the LOOOOOORE in the blog, holy shit. The sponge that is my brain is soaking everything up. Gods all these yandere vns getting me invested T0T. I MIGHT do a little something something with tenten (my night ehehe) im tempted. I am gonna draw Keith eventually, the precious dahlia needs attention too (｀∀´)

Ever since the recent update I’ve reading EVERY SINGLE POST in the blog. I’ve finished reading EVERYTHING and uuuuh ya… I'm invested in the sillies. @duality You have made very simpable and loveable beans (I also really love your art style) <3 (post script- drawing simon from clrdgaze has made drawing ANY hairstyle not nearly as painful ヽ(；▽；)ノ)

Check out my Masterlist for my art and writing. ;3

[cordyce]

i wanna change my theme tmrw but i won’t lie guys this spotify theme has a death grip on me

[uwukillmenowowo]

Yandere Enki X Therapist Female reader

I GOT’CHU—

Cuz the best thing I love about Enki is his brother 🥰

Nah but still- Enki is 😍

But I might make a part two because I just wanna see if im on the right track of a good storyline.

Forgive me for this because I've only watched Nanbaka until season 2

(ノ ─︣ ⏥ ─︣ )ノ

Keeping Me Sane

(Yandere Enki Gokuu X Therapist! Female! Reader!)

Notes:

You were a recently appointed therapist.

Since you had to look over some inmates and guards one on one you got to learn how to use Qigong from the best of the best. Building 5.

You got along with one guard in particular, Samon

He taught you more about close combat and how to block out Qi channeling.

That way if an inmate gets to aggressive, you can paralyze them.

Basically you're like Ty Lee from ATLA.

Somethings wrong... You can feel it. It's coming from building 5. However, you ignore it, thinking that it was just some inmates. That is... until you get too close to a certain guard.

{Second POV}

~~~~~

You were heading to building 5 because of a supposed urgent process that needed to take place. The train stopped and you got off, taking a deep breath as you walked towards the Chinese setting. 'No matter how many times I walk through here it still smells like lotus flowers.' You thought optimistically as you saw a familiar fabulous teal haired queer Queen.

"Ruka! Good afternoon!" You called. Ruka turned around happily and squealed, rushing over to you and wrapped his arms around you. "[Y/n], dearie~ So glad you came. Ugh, that inmate was about to become absolutely insufferable..." You chuckled and pat his shoulder, telling him that you were here to help. He thanked you profusely and then told you that the inmate was in a lover level cell because of protocol. You understood and started to make your way to the cell.

But that's when you noticed... an extremely tall male.

[REALLY THO- HOW THE FUCK IS ENKI THAT TALL????]

You've never seen him before. However, he was wearing a guard uniform and he had a belt quite similar to Samon. 'Oh wait! Samon said he had an older brother. Perhaps that's him.' You thought and kept walking, eager to become acquaintances with another college.

You waved your hand and was about to greet him when all of a sudden he grabbed you by your coat and slammed you against the wall with incredible speed. You gasped for air and coughed. "Whoa are you?" He demanded as he glared at you.

He lifted you up. Since you were much smaller than him, you were suspended in the air. Because of the impact you felt blood in your mouth. Not wanting to cough it out, you swallowed hard. You tried to speak but no words came out. Thankfully though, someone came to your aid. "HEY! LET HER GO! SHE'S THE NEW THERAPIST THAT IS CHECKING UP ON THAT INMATE!" You couldn't see him but you knew it was Samon's voice.

The taller male let you go and finally you coughed some blood out as you held your throat. Samon raced over to you. "[Y/n]! Are you alright? I'm sorry about Enki." You just nodded and looked up to see Enki's gaze now looking nonchalant. "I'm... fine. Just a little banged up. But overall I'm good." Samon pouted. " Do you need Doctor Otogi?"

You shook your head again, telling Samon repeatedly that you were okay. But Samon refused to believe that you were okay. Since you two were good friends, Samon asked for Enki to apologize to you. You tried to tell him that it was fine but Enki did apologize to you.

You felt embarrassed about that so you just smiled and told Enki how it was no big deal. After that, Samon pat your shoulder happily and told you to visit the doctor if anything started to hurt before leaving.

After that it was just you and Enki. The taller male just stared down at you and you felt like you were in the presence of the warden all over again. "So you're a therapist?" He asked. You quickly nodded. Enki just hummed to himself before he started to walk off.

You just let out a deep breath. 'Scary!' You thought and just made your way to the inmate's cell to do the job you're paid to do.

{Ruka's POV}

~~~~~

"So~ How'd it go?" I asked and chuckled, using my Bashosen to cover my mouth. "... Awful... I tried to do as you say, pin her to the wall. But I slammed her head into the wall instead." I sweatdropped and sighed deeply as I saw Enki glaring at the wall. But immediately after, he smiled lovingly. "She's so tiny. I could do whatever I want with her with only one hand." I grit my teeth and just nodded along. 'What perverse thoughts.' I thought as I narrowed my eyes at Enki's lovestruck gaze.

'How in the hell did I get into this situation again..?'

"Shut up. Either help me win her over from my brother or I'll snap your neck right here an now. After all, you're one of her admirers too aren't you?"

'Right... that's how...' I sighed and fixed my hair and my cap before I proposed another plan. "Fine. Let's start off easier. Just ask her that you want to schedule a therapy meeting but instead, take that moment to apologize for hurting her. You could ever get her a gift or a snack." Enki then smirked and I flinched. It was the same look he gave me after almost murdering me after all.

"Perfect." His smirk grew wider and I just nodded. "Keep the grin down. You look like you're about to murder someone again... Also, don't. I've already covered up the first one. We don't need a second one." Enki stood straight up and fixed his guard coat. "That inmate deserved it. Talking about what's mine in such a way." Enki then went back to glaring at the wall and I facepalmed.

Ehhhhh- Am I doin' good?

(っ ─︣ ᵜ ─︣ )っ

[fatuismooches]

I used to love scrolling through the Dottore x Reader tag on Tumblr until I stumbled upon your account and ended up binge-reading all of your posts. [I would spam-like all your posts, but I’m unsure if spam-liking is unwelcome! (/--)/] I just have to say, your writing and characterization of Dottore and his segments are by far the best I’ve ever read and seen???? Honestly, it’s my favourite portrayal of Dottore, and your writing is just so immaculate??? The emotions and details are perfect, and it’s always such a joy to read and visualize everything in my head. If I had to describe it with a physical feeling, your writing feels warm, fun, freeing, and safe—like lying in a field of grass under a night sky, with warm winds brushing against my skin. ＼(^-^)／

I love your versions of the segments, too! They all feel so unique, and there’s such variety in your portrayal of them. I love how each segment gets its share of love. The interactions between the reader, Prime, and the segments never feel awkward—everything feels balanced and fair. I used to be really unsure about segments x reader content, but you’ve made me fall in love with them all. The way you give each segment so much personality while ensuring none of them overshadow the others is just incredible?? IF THAT MAKES SENSE—I’M JUST RAMBLING I FEAR— TLDR: YOUR WRITING MAKES MY EYES AND HEART EXPLODE WITH HAPPINESS. (*^ー^)ノ♪

AND THE ANGST WRITING TOO??? UGH, MY HEART. IT’S SO PAINFUL. I LITERALLY TEAR UP AND CHOKE UP EVERY TIME YOU WRITE ANGST. [PLEASE, SEGMENTS AND PRIME DOTTORE LIVE FOREVER!!! MY HEART CANT HANDLE THAT PAIN- AND THAT LATEST ONE ABOUT OMEGA AND READER HAD ME DOWN ON THE GROUND, UNABLE TO GET UP. (/_;)/] But seriously, your work has made me so much more attached to Dottore than ever before. Sometimes I even find it hard to go through the Dottore x Reader tag nowadays because I’ve developed such a heavy bias and preference for your characterization of him. It’s such a refreshing take on the character and I absolutely adore it. ＼(^-^)／

Also, I’m just in general a sucker for villains being soft for their lover, and the fragile reader concept you explore on this blog is just chef’s kiss.

Please write forever, I don't know what I'll do with my nightly reading time without your delicious dottore content /lh /pos

Also, your blog is so organized it saves me so much time as someone who frequently gets losT online and irl

CAN I BE 💀🎉 ANON???? I'VE NEVER BEEN AN ANON THING BEFORE IDK HOW TO DO THIS

SORRY FOR THE WORD VOMIT MY MIND HAS LIKE 3938328 THINGS RUNNING AT ONCE AND WANTS TO SAY THEM ALL IN ONE GO

ANON??!? IM LITERALLY GOING TO CRY I NEED A MOMENT TO BREATHE WHO LET YOU BE SO KIND- IWHDEUWIDHEW

FIRST OF ALL, THANK U FOR THIS ILY 😭🙏 I'm super happy you like my writing and characterization of Dottore, your praise makes my heart happy and want to continue to write *hugs* 💕! (and feel free to spam like, it doesn't bother me and it makes me smile actually!)

I'M GLAD I MADE YOU LIKE SEGMENTS FICS TOO??😭🥺 that's a huge compliment bfbewfe imo the segments are underrated in fics and need more love so to know i converted you just makes me go 🥹🥹🥹🤏💙💙💙💕🥺 FELLOW SEGMENT LOVER!!!! I VERY MUCH ADORE YOUR RAMBLING ANON!! your praise for my writing is far too high i fear- i just write what my whimsical heart tells me to 🫶 i think ur the one making my eyes and heart explode!!! >.<

AHH IM HOLDING U TIGHTLY DURING THE ANGST FBEWFEW I PROMMY EVERYONE IS ALIVE!!!! I'm also glad you liked the Omega fic hehe i was worried it didn't have the usual oomph BUT IT SEEMS I DID MY JOB!!! (secretly love-hate writing angst bc it makes me sad but i also love reactions like these-) It's always the nicest thing when people love Dottore more thanks to my writing, it's truly so cute!! I love spreading the doter love... 💞💞💞

SUPER GLAD YOU LOVE THAT TROPE TOO!!! IT IS MY LIFE'S BLOOD!! i prommy to write forever for you dear 💀🎉 anon (funny emoji combo) I WILL MAKE YOUR NIGHTS THE BEST NIGHTS!! also glad to see you appreciate my organization, i am actually proud of my blog's structure hehe

U DON'T NEED TO APOLOGIZE!!! I LOVED THIS ASK SM IM STORING IT SAFELY!!

[hismercytomyjustice]

GOD WILLING I WILL FINALLY FINISH READING DRACULA ╭( ･ㅂ･)و

The furthest I’ve made it is Oct 6th via Dracula Daily before my ADHD has inevitably derailed me…

Better late than never…?

I have the best of intentions every year, I swear T^T

So happy Mark Kirkland put out the Dracula Daily book. It is such a fucking treat! I���ve never read Dracula the way it was originally written, I’ve only read it through Dracula Daily, and I s2g it is so fucking good.

Jonathan’s building existential dread as he realized how fucked he is while Mina and Lucy are off in lesbians together… The voyage of the Demeter (still one of my fave parts of the story with how straight up horrifying it is)… The slow yet inevitable decline of Lucy’s health… The gaps where we hear nothing (especially while Jonathan is in Dracula’s castle)…

Ugh it is just SO. GOOD.

Fucking love the Dracula Daily community SO MUCH. ㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ