#yippie! getting through more requests

[silly-writes]

Camper(s): Courtney, Gwen, Heather, Jasmine, Zoey, etc.

Prompt: Camper falls for a reader who suffers from Imposter Syndrome (person is successful at things they do but doesn't acknowledge it themselves and think they're unworthy of their achievements or skills due to strong self-doubt and fear of exposure as a fraud which they aren't) with said camper being the only person to realize the self doubt of the reader yet still falls in love with reader. How'd things develop?

Contestants with reader who suffers from imposter syndrome

Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy :]

Courtney

Everyone knew you were amazing and gifted, everyone.

A fact not gone unnoticed by Courtney. (She’s got an eye for these things, she used to be a CIT after all).

At first she uses you for a little bit of extra leverage during the challenges, but after a bit felt too guilty to continue to do so.

So as a sort of apology she wanted to spend more time getting to know you as a person, rather than just a tool that everyone in the competition had been utilizing.

She sat beside you on the cabin steps one night, after you had absolutely crushed it yet another challenge.

“Really great work today, I’m impressed,” she said, putting a hand on your back.

You couldn’t help but recoil just the slightest bit, but tried to play it off with a smile “uh. Yeah, sure.”

It wasn’t great work, not to you. You saw all your little slip ups, your stress. No less than anyone else’s, you saw it when you fell, or when you tripped. It was an awful effort.

Courtney mistook your self consciousness as humility and so she smiled at you brighter “oh you don’t have to be modest around me you know? You’ve earned a bit of gloating.”

You chuckled a little albeit a bit emptily “do I? Really?” You just couldn’t help that self doubt seeping through a bit.

Courtney’s face changed at that, maybe it was your tone, or something in your eyes. But her expression softened.

“Hey- don’t be like that. Of course you do. You’re great, I mean- you’d have to be stupid to disagree with me on that,” she says with an assured expression.

You chuckled again, this time more amusing dances in your tone “stupid huh?”

She crossed her arms and gave you a pointed glare “I know a worthy competitor when I see one. And I definitely know refined skill when I see it too. You better not be getting cold feet on me now.”

You smiled at her, leaning towards her hand which was planted firmly on your back “no. No, of course not.”

“Well-“ she looks a little flustered, but beyond determined to keep her footing in the conversation “-good then. Better be on your A game again tomorrow.”

You watched her walk back into the cabins. Maybe if she thought you were something great, maybe you were.

Courtney goes out of her way from that conversation on to compliment you (something that is rare, and hard for her to do).

But she really likes you, and she wants you to see yourself the way she sees you.

Gwen

Gwen mainly hangs out with you for your snappy witty sense of humor.

She couldn’t stand to deal with anyone who couldn’t match her social wit.

But it’s not like she hasn’t seen you during challenges, you’re good, too good.

She’ll tease you about it to no end, you could never tell if it’s because she’s actually upset with you for winning challenges for the team, or if she just likes to get on your back about stuff.

“Wooow,” she deadpanned after watching you do one challenge that was particularly physically taxing.

“What?” You said lifting a brow at her.

She scrunches her face a little at you for a moment and then begins “oh nothing, but do you have to make the rest of us look bad while doing the challenges?” She laughs (somewhat evilly from your point of view)

You know she was just teasing you, she always is, but it hurts a little more.

“What?” She asks.

“Nothing.”

“No, seriously. Why do you have that look on?” She presses again, leaning over on her knees to get a good look at you.

“Nothing it’s just- it’s stupid,” you admit.

She snorts a little “from you? I doubt it.”

“It kind of freaks me out when you say stuff like that?”

She makes a face at that “why?”

You shrug “makes me feel like everyone is expecting something great from me that I can’t give.”

She stops chortling at you then, because she can see it plain as day written on your face. You’re not kidding.

You of all people worried about not being great? She could hardly believe her ears, she thought the world and moon of you, you were the only person at this shit hole camp who she could stand.

She punched your side lightly “you better not really believe that you know?”

“What, that I’m a fraud?” You say darkly.

She scoffs “you’re ridiculous you know that. You work harder than anyone else here to compete in these mind numbing challenges, and still you can’t see?!”

“Well I guess-“

“No, you guess nothing. Don’t you dare believe you’re anything less than what you are any longer.”

She said it with such a sense of finality it was hard to argue back with her. Impossible even.

“I knew you had a heart in there,” you smirk at her.

She goes red (which doesn’t take much honestly she’s paler than fresh printer paper) at that, and pushes you a little. “Shut up.”

After that she lays off comments like that, and you don't hear much teasing from her to anyone.

It feels a little weird at first, not getting teased, and even more shockingly getting a few compliments from her.

But the two of you slump into it after a while, and it becomes the new natural for your relationship.

Heather

Heather can read you like a book.

She knows right away that you’re useful, skilled, and have a strong self doubt about yourself.

(Sorry but yk our girl is evil, she definitely manipulates you especially if we’re talking island)

She definitely somehow pulls you into an alliance, and you kind of just float along with her for the most part.

You know it’s wrong the stuff she’s making you do to the other campers sometimes, but you glom onto her praise a little bit.

“You, I need you to go find Lindsay for me. We need to have an alliance meeting,” she demands hands on her hips.

"What for?" Heather seemed to get tripped up sometimes on even the smallest of things, sometimes it seemed like stupid things, but what did you know?

"What for? What for? Excuse me, hello, earth to _______! We totally bombed that last challenge in case you're not paying attention!"

"Right, sorry," you said in response.

That wasn't totally true though, we weren't right, more like they.

Not that you would ever correct anyone to say something that conceded, much less Heather (she'd kill you).

"What's that look for?" She demands.

"What? nothing," you assure.

She scoffs "So then what are you doing still on your butt? Go get Lindsay!"

Lindsay going against Heather in the end makes you turn on her the same, if it's someone Lindsay hates, they must be bad news. Not that you didn't already realize that, I just imagine that to be the final straw.

Oddly enough, after being with Heather makes your self worth increase.

Despite the fact that she verbally assaults you on a daily basis, it's easy to feel good about yourself since in comparison to Heather not only do you look even extra adequate in challenges, but you seem nicer too.

Jasmine

It doesn't take much to warm up to Jasmine, she's wildly easy going, kind, smart, and good at everything she tries.

You two click based on skill alone.

Being in Pahkitew requires a lot of athleticism, and a lot of survival instincts.

Being good with Jasmine is just common sense.

She's always giving you praise and compliments about everything you do, she's always delighted and amazed by your skill.

"Wow! Look at you, you're better than a bear on December first at foraging!" She said over her pile of berries.

"uh... sure," you shrug.

She gives you a look "What's that face for?"

"Nothing," you shrug, not wanting to give yourself away for the fraud you are.

"You should be proud, not everyone is a master forager right out of the gates."

You shrug again "it's just picking berries."

"Not quite, its picking the right berries,"

"...yeah" you say.

She stands up and looks at you with her hands on her hips "what's wrong?"

Jasmine is very good with people's emotions, she can always tell when something has shifted with someone. So there was no real use in hiding it.

"It's just... I feel weird accepting compliments from you sometimes," you admit.

"Why's that?"

"Cause I just feel like they're never really... deserved I guess."

Jasmine frowns down at you, and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. I get it, you know? It can be hard to get to a point where you feel confident enough in yourself to accept that stuff. But you should know by now I'm not a liar, you wouldn't really think I'd say that stuff about just anyone, would you?"

"No... I guess not. But-"

"Right then, we'd better get these back to the team then, huh?"

She said and then pulled you along.

From that point on Jasmine would take extra note of when you were feeling particularly off and would try and nudge you into the right direction.

She'd always give you extra support, but it never sounded forced, or fake, with her things are always very natural I imagine.

With her things truly are a team effort especially after your heart to heart.

Zoey

Zoey always knows you will be there to save her, or help her when she needs help.

She is caring and sweet, and super cute, so of course you would go to great lengths to know and understand you.

I do think (solely based on how long things took with her discovering Mike's system) It would probably take you spelling anything like that out for her.

She's always impressed by your work, be it social, academic, physical, she's just impressed by you, through and through.

It was another night of lengthy praise from her, after you had rescued her from yet another fatal situation (why had you come on this show again?).

You could feel yourself growing more and more uncomfortable as compliment after compliment ticked on, you just couldn't live up to what she thought of you.

How could you? She over and over told you she thought the world of you, how could this pressure do anything but build and fester?

"Zoey! Please," you interrupt, trying not to let your outburst cost you the challenge.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"Nothing, it's just... It's kind of a lot," you admit. And you hate how weak it sounds, but you knew you needed to be direct with her.

"Oh no I'm sorry. The pressure is a lot for you I'd bet..." She said sort of sadly, shaking her head.

"Yeah, a little bit," you nodded.

She rubbed your back comfortingly "I promise I won't do that to you anymore. How about from now on we decide to expect less from each other?"

It sounded a bit strange, expecting less from your teammates should sound like a bad deal, but it's what you needed. On top of the fact that you felt like a big huge liar, you didn't need everyone expecting the world of you on top of that.

Things run a little more smoothly with your team from then on. Zoey finds unique ways to praise you that go unnoticed to you sometimes, and gives you as much support as you give to her.

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Mr. Puzzles Fluff Alphabet

Requested by… Me!

Coming out of hibernation ‘cause there is not enough Mr. Puzzles x Reader content out there so I am contributing to the pile because the hyperfixation I have on this man has me in a fucking death-grip.

It is 2 in the morning when I’m posting this so yippie brain-rot!!!

Anyways alphabet under the cut :D

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very. I mean you are kind of the only person who’s ever bothered to get close to him!

He was extremely clingy when the two of you were just friends, but now that you’re his partner? That’s increased tenfold.

He’s very unpredictable so he’s pretty much a wildcard when it comes to ways he’ll show affection.

Sometimes he’ll gently pull you along by grabbing your wrist, sometimes he’ll nuzzle into your hair or neck, maybe he’ll cup your face like you’re a glass sculpture that might shatter, and sometimes he’ll just pick you up and twirl you around. Honestly? This lovable director will show you any kind of physical affection under the sun.

I do think he particularly would like to hold your hand though. He likes the warmth of your hand in his, and how it’s so small compared to his. It’s like your hand was just made for him to hold!

Overall, any physical affection is fine by him as long as he gets to touch or hold you!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

I fear having this man as a best friend because that means chaos.

Yes being in a romantic relationship with him would be chaos, but a friendship I feel would be more chaotic somehow???

Will break your door down to get an opinion on a new show he’s been working on, and will absolutely pester you until you comply.

Would probably get you to star in said show and then poke fun at you the entire time. Lovingly of course mind you!

Lots of talk sessions where the two of you just talk shit about other people because this man lives for drama, like wants the tea on everyone.

Would break into your house at 2 in the morning to steal food like a fucking rat (I say this in a loving way).

Anyways being besties with him means say goodbye to your doors because he’s kicking them all down to get your attention.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is definitely a must!!! Like he would love to cuddle!!!

This man has no preference to cuddling he just wants to hold you close to him! Definitely big spoon no questions asked, but he also loves having you lay on his chest.

I think his favorite way to cuddle though would be on his side with you snuggled into his chest. You would probably look very small compared to him like his body would basically envelop yours, but hey he’d be very warm at least! Mr. Puzzles would probably just lazily comb through your hair with the goofiest smile on his face, whispering little words of affirmation under his breath as he did so.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

Oh definitely! But, after he becomes all rich and famous! He wants the best life for you after all!

Definitely a housewife though when he’s not busy working on his shows, like this man is a workaholic. I genuinely think he enjoys cleaning and repetitive tasks in general, helps him think.

When working on his shows or stressed? Yeah no the living space can easily become a train-wreck as he gets increasingly more frustrated over whatever he’s working on.

You could probably leave the studio on any given day, and either come back to it spotless or a wreck. There’s like a 50/50 shot whenever you leave.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Nuh-uh, not happening, you are literally stuck with him now, and he is NEVER LETTING YOU GO. :)

Yeah that’s definitely not concerning! Good luck my guy because Mr. Puzzles has some attachment issues, and will not leave you no matter what you do!

But hey! You probably won’t get to leave him either! At least he won’t let you without a fight! (Get this man some therapy or something)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very big on commitment honestly part of him wants all of your attention to himself, but he loves you enough to not go that far.

I think he’d be kinda iffy on marriage. On one hand he could throw this big event for the two of you, letting everyone know you’re his.

On the other, he’s fine not getting married at all! As far as he’s concerned as long as you’re completely committed to him romantically there’s not really a reason to get married?

Honestly whether he gets married to you or not would depend on your preference.

Would probably still get you an engagement ring of some kind no matter what your answer is, just so others’ know you’re committed to someone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Oh my god this man? Gentle as a feather physically. Emotionally? He tries to be as gentle as he can, but that temper gets the better of him sometimes.

He holds you like you are glass about to shatter, like he’s holding the most precious thing in the world.

Cups your face in his gloved hand and just admires you like the most beautiful art piece ever created. Might even lightly bump his screen against your head wondering how he got so lucky.

Most of the time he’s a bit aloof regarding your emotions he likes to tease you after all!

But in serious moments his tone will get noticeably softer as he listens, and tries to help you with whatever you are dealing with in anyway he can.

Now granted, Puzzles gets frustrated easily, and might lash out at you occasionally or straight up manipulate you, but he tries to make up for it.

Just be patient with him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Yes.

Hugs are a constant thing with this man he loves to hug and hold you. Though he will probably pick you up to hold you.

Most of the time he’ll come up from behind, pick you up, spin you around a bit, saying something like “There’s my little angel!”, and then hug you!

Definitely puts his screen to your head and makes a loud “mwah!” sound.

He’s a dork when it comes to hugging he wants to make you smile, that and he just likes having you close to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After you get together?

All. The. Time.

Not in a bad way of course he wants you to know he absolutely adores you! Words of affirmation are part of his love language after all!

Says stuff like “I love you my precious starlight.” or “Gosh you’re just so cute! I truly do love you when you give me that look my dear!”

He is serious every time he says it though, but will not hesitate to fluster you with that phrase.

Can imagine him saying “I love you.” in a low husky voice to make you weak in the knees.

He likes to see you get all red in the face and become a stuttering mess. He’s a tease like that. :)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Puzzles has attachment issues this man gets extremely jealous very quickly.

If he thinks anyone is getting even a little touchy with you? He’s walking over, putting his arms around you, and talking to the offender with fake enthusiasm and venom in his voice.

The person doesn’t get the hint? Lightly veiled threats start coming out.

Would resort to violence as a last resort.

If it’s a more light version of jealousy he’ll probably dramatically pout in the corner with his arms crossed until you come over and give him attention.

He’s very dramatic with jealously like a dog not getting attention when it wants it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Uhhhh I mean he has a TV for a head he can’t exactly kiss you per se.

But Puzzles tries to make it work! Most commonly he’ll gently tap his screen to your head or hands with a little electric shock to give the illusion of an actual kiss.

Is not much for you kissing his screen though since he’ll have to clean it afterwards…

But you want to get this man to melt into you? He loves being kissed on the neck, or on the bottom of his TV, might as well send sparks through his entire body. Would definitely love neck bites as well.

Honestly would not care where you kiss him he’s just happy getting your affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think he’d be pretty good around children at least outwardly.

Probably would be trying to entertain them with cartoons or little puppet shows.

Do not think he’d actively put himself in a situation to be around children though. I don’t think he likes them very much.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Puzzles would get up without waking you, get dressed, get some coffee, and then would make the two of you breakfast.

You typically tend to wake up before he’s finished, but if you aren’t then he’ll gladly give you breakfast in bed!

Would make fun of you for being a sleepyhead though.

Mornings with Puzzles would start off quiet, but get progressively louder as you both wake up a bit.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I feel like nights go one of two ways.

Either A. Chaotic as hell or B. Actually nice

A chaotic as hell night includes Mr. Puzzles having some sort of mental break which results in him overworking himself and refusing to go to sleep and/or him frantically at a board with a bunch of papers on it trying to come up with ideas.

While this rarely happens it can if his shows aren’t doing as well as he would like or if you’re gone for long periods of time. The best thing to do here is gently talk to him and get him away from his area of work to help him calm down. A nice cup of hot tea or hot cocoa would help as well!

A nice night is more common though since Puzzles does think sleep is important. Probably ends with the two of you winding down by either cuddling in bed or watching TV (an actual TV though not his head he likes being able to hold you) while you two have blankets and/or hot tea to sip on.

Alternatively you two will cuddle in bed and just talk about whatever comes to mind until you two fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s pretty open about his past but not so much about what he doesn’t want you to see.

He shares stories from when he was a kid a lot, mainly about his mom, (I get a huge mama’s boy vibe from him) or his struggles making friends and connections until you showed up.

Also talks about his frustrations about getting into directing shows and how no corporate big shot would give him a chance so that’s how he made his own company! Also loves talking about ideas for new shows or really anything that comes to mind this man has no filter and just says what pops in his head.

He does not talk about things he doesn’t want you to know. Mainly that he smokes but he’s also definitely done some fucked up stuff in the past to get where he is today so he keeps that under wraps.

Wouldn’t want his darling angel to worry about those little hiccups~

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

We are literally talking about the person who sang about how ‘patience is a virtue uttered by fools’ this man has close to none.

He gets very frustrated and angry when things don’t go how he planned them to. He also can get frustrated if you don’t tell him things.

While he never tries to direct his anger at you he tends to lash out when frustrated and says things he doesn’t mean. However, he would probably apologize in the end if he really hurt you with his words.

Would never think of getting physically violent with you though he would much rather cut off his own head again than do that.

It would be very odd hot to see the man who holds you so gently be able to so easily make a sizable dent in a metal object.

Definitely has punched many holes in the walls and covered it up with something.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

My guy.

My buddy.

This man will remember every little thing you have told him about anything you like. He has a little notebook dedicated to writing little details about you so he doesn’t forget.

Knows just about everything you’ve either off-handedly mentioned about yourself or straight up told him.

Has various things written down like your favorite color, food, drink, cartoon, etc. Like literally anything you can think of that you could say about yourself he probably has written down.

Also has a page just describing how much he loves your looks down to the littlest detail but that’s not as important.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you two officially became partners.

He was so anxious to ask on the inside but kept the outwardly performance up as he was desperately trying to figure out how to go about it.

He broke one night and frantically made a board full of ideas for what he could do, but none of them were good enough! You deserved so much more than-than this!

You just so happened to walk into this scenario but Mr. Puzzles didn’t notice you as he was too focused on his board. You heard him muttering to himself about how “this had to be perfect” and “no, no that wouldn’t-”.

You eventually got concerned and walked up to him, accidentally scaring the living daylights out of him by the way, and as he tried to stutter something out you realized just what the board was about.

You then looked at him as he was still trying to come up with an excuse and just looked at him with wide eyes as you just blurted “And here I was scrambling to figure out a way to ask you out myself.”.

Puzzles just stared at you wide eyes and shouted “Wait really!?”

Anyways that night ended with you two just watching a movie on the couch and you’ve been together ever since.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Oh very protective.

Like you get scary tall guard dog partner privileges.

Most of the time if you’re with Puzzles no one would really dare to try anything because of how tall your TV man is, but on the off chance some asshole wants to try his luck?

Well Puzzles most definitely has a kill count.

In actuality he’d probably make threats towards the person, never getting outwardly aggressive as he doesn’t like to be the one fighting, but if the aggressor tries to touch you?

All bets are fucking off.

Despite what his personality may suggest to you if it comes down to it this man can pack a punch if need be. He is deceptively strong for how he looks and could easily beat a man to death if he wanted to.

While the fight would not end with the aggressor’s death as Puzzles does not want to kill someone in front of you, there is a good chance that person might end up mysteriously dead with no evidence tracing the murder back to him later down the line.

This man is slightly unhinged when it comes to keeping you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

This is Mr. Puzzles we’re talking about he’s going all out!

Would definitely have a fancy dinner or something equally extravagant. I can see him liking to slow dance with you in a ballroom if given the chance.

If you prefer more casual dates then hey he’s up for that too! He’s paying though no ifs, ands, or buts about it! He loves movie dates and stargazing as date ideas.

Anniversaries are an all out occasion he’s standing his ground on that one because it’s special date and he wants the entire day to be special to the both of you.

Tries to get you gifts he knows you’ll like instead of fancy things though.

Okay maybe one or two pretty rings and such but mainly things you’d actually enjoy or give that big smile at receiving. I think gift giving is one of his love languages after all so expect to have lots of little trinkets.

He tries his best to make you smile everyday so he tries a lot for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has some… unfavorable aspects of himself he doesn’t want you knowing the true extent of.

He does not want you to know he smokes as he thinks it’s an undesirable habit and always deflects any questions about why he might smell like smoke or any cigarettes you might find.

His temper also gets the best of him at times leading to him lashing out and making dumb decisions that he tends to regret if he thinks about it too much. Though he has wrangled it in around you it can be explosive and violent when you aren’t around to witness the full extent of it.

He is also very obsessive with you and he knows it. It’s definitely toxic obsession as well because at his worst moments mentally he has debated keeping you to himself and not letting you leave. He’s also considered sabotaging all of your relationships so you only rely on him and no one else.

A dark part of him wants to keep you all to himself so no one can take you away from him ever.

Thankfully, he respects and loves you too much to act on those thoughts but god rest the poor soul that does anything bad to you because odds are…

Their life is on a very short timer.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh my god yes.

Yes he so is.

He wants to look his best around you 24/7 all day every day and somehow does not even have to try for it.

He needs to always look presentable because a good director should always look ready all the time!

Is dramatic as fuck if his shirt gets wrinkled or something like damsel with their hand on their head going “my poor husband” dramatic.

He’s very silly like that and you love him for it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes.

You are the only person who ever really tried to get to know him, who puts up with his silly shenanigans, and who he fell in love with.

Truthfully without you? He’d completely lose it mentally because you are his rock. The one person he knows can pull him back from the darkest corners of his mind.

Not that you’d ever know this but Mr. Puzzles does. He knows that now that he has you he would not be able to live without you and continue to pretend to be even remotely sane.

X = Xtra (Random HC)

Plays his dreams or soft static on his screen when he’s in a deep sleep.

Claps his hands when excited and fidgets with his suspenders a lot.

Also makes tons of motions with his hands while he talks.

Y = You (How would they talk about you?)

This goes one of two ways.

Either he’s all giddy and cheerful like a schoolgirl with a massive crush or sounds very concerning as he talks about you like a follower would a god.

Pick your poison because both are accurate it just depends on how he’s feeling that day.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Will. Not. Let. Go.

Like if you wake up before him you are not getting up because he has the grip of a koala and probably has his arms and legs wrapped all around you.

But sometimes if you wake up before him he ends up in the funniest positions like sprawled out in ways that should break his bones. It can be very funny and disturbing at the same time.

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Sorry if this is a bit long, but maybe it could start something like this?

Y/N visits Sam at college with Optimus, who might've came with to harass Sam about helping like an alternative to the scene where they meet at the graveyard. Leo follows Sam out, probably harassing him about the website or whatnot, and basically just kinda stops like "You didn't tell me your sister was hot!" before running up ahead to hit on her, with Sam having his fifth mental breakdown of the day. Optimus isn't happy with Sam's dormmate, to say the least.

First request for the 1000+ follower event!!! Yippie!!!

Bayverse! Optimus Prime x fem!AFAB!human! Reader

OP in love with Sam's friend who is like an older sister of Sam is my favorite trope 😌💅🏻

Smut smut smut!!!

Warnings: size-difference! tried to keep this realistic so no penetrative sex. cock humping, clit stimulation. messy cum 🥴 Also cheesy flirtations from Leo

You were sitting inside Optimus who was in his semi-trailer form as you both waited for Sam to come out of his dorm building so you could surprise him. “You think he’ll be excited to see me, Optimus?” you ask softly, “I know it’s only been one day since he’s been here, but I was so upset I couldn’t help him move in,” you say with a small hint of guilt in your voice. 

“My dear sweet spark, Sam would be happy to see you,” Optimus said in his soothing deep voice in reassurance through his radio. You smile before affectionately rubbing your hand over his steering wheel. You open your mouth to say something when you see Sam walking out of the building with his roommate in tow. “Oh, look! He’s coming out!” you say happily as you scramble out of Optimus. 

“Sam!” You call out to him, effectively grabbing his attention. “Y/N?” Sam says happily as he sees you waving over to him with Optimus chilling behind you with his engine revving. Sam rushes over to pull you into a big hug as he lifts you slightly in his tight embrace. You can't help but giggle brightly as you wrap my arms around his neck tightly. “God, I’m the worst big sister ever-,” you start before you get rudely interrupted by Leo’s low wolf whistle making you pull back from the hug and look at him with a raised brow. “Damn, Sam! You didn’t tell me your sister was a babe,” Leo says as he pushes Sam to the side a bit as Leo grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles, “I’m Leo, Sam’s roommate, and hopefully your future husband,” Leo winks. Sam watches the scene unfold as he tries not to burst out laughing at the clear disgust on your face. Optimus is fuming at the scene knowing you're not exactly enjoying the flirt. Your brows raise in shock as you pull your hand away from him. “Charmed,” you say sarcastically as you wipe your knuckles on Sam’s shirt. You turn back to Sam, “Anyways, hon. My husband,” you pause to look at Leo as you lift your hand with your wedding band on it that you wear to fend off creepy men then look back at Sam, “wanted to talk to you. He said it was urgent. So, go get Bee and meet up with us,” you say in a more relaxed tone as you look at Sam. Sam can't help but chuckle lightly before realizing you're talking about Optimus and he let out a sigh. “Really? I can’t have one day?” Sam asks exasperated. “Nope!” you say as you pop the ‘p’, “And you know you can’t really say no to me and I’m not exactly asking,” you finish with a cheeky smile before walking over to Optimus and getting inside. “See you soon!” you say sweetly. 

“Wait! Here’s my number in case your husband doesn’t work out or if you want some spice in your life,” Leo says as he hands you a folded-up piece of paper and he blows you a kiss. Optimus’ engine revs loudly in annoyance at Leo’s insistence. You look at him incredulously and can’t help the laugh that comes out of you, “I genuinely don’t know where you get this confidence to go after a married woman, but I’m very much not interested, kid,” you scoff. “Leo, buddy. Trust me. Her husband is a god compared to you,” Sam adds as his hand pats Leo’s back as he guides him away from you. 

You crumple up the number and toss it aside as Optimus peels out of the parking lot. After a few minutes of driving at a fast speed and Optimus being oddly quiet, you decide to speak up. “My love?” you ask softly only to hear nothing but silence. You sigh softly, “You know you’re the best thing to happen to me right? That I’ll never get tired of you and that it’s always you on my mind right? The only one who gets me all hot and bothered,” you say reassuringly with a small giggle at your last statement as your hand caresses the dashboard in a soothing manner. “I know that. I’m not upset with you. Never with you, my sweet spark,” Optimus says with a soft sigh before pulling off to the side of the road and into a small forested area as he transformed into his humanoid form with you in his servos. 

He finds a tree and sits down with his back against it as he lifts you up to his face and carefully places kisses on your face and lips. “No one else could ever have you,” Optimus says as his spike is released and his other hand reaches under your dress to take off your panties only to realize you weren’t wearing any and he lets out a low rumbling growl. You smirk slightly, “I have to keep things interesting, Optimus,” you say teasingly. “My wife,” he says possessively and places you against his warmed-up spike making a shiver run down your spine. His voice and possessiveness were something you’d never dealt with before with him. Optimus was always so gentle and loving, but this… this was primal and rough. You begin to rock your hips lightly as your slick covers his spike making it easy for you to feel the ridges of his spike against your clit making you let out breathy moans. His servo wraps around your torso in a firm grip. “Primus, you’re mine,” Optimus groans out as he gently rocks his hips lightly to create more friction as you grind against his large spike. Your hands grip his spike as you let out a whine at the feeling of him, “I’m yours. N-no one else’s. I love you, I love you,” you whimper out desperately as your orgasm approaches. Transfluids start to leak from his tip and he pushes your hips down as he starts to apply more pressure to his length as he let out a deep moan from the feeling. Your juices have coated his spike as your thighs tighten and they become lubed up from your essence dripping down the sides of his spike. “‘M close, my love,” you gasp out as you continue to moan and whimper from the pleasure. “Optimus!” you cry out as your orgasm wracks through your body and your thighs squeeze around him. Optimus hasn’t stopped moving you against his spike as his hand moves down to hold your lower back and ass to continue the grinding. “Y-Y/N,” he groans loudly as he twitches and the transfluids shoot out from his spike in large spurts against his abdomen and breastplates. 

You watch the liquid shine against him and you bite your lip softly. “I… don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing that,” you say lovingly before looking into his blue optics. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you… it’s quite sexy seeing you so- what’s the word,” you pause, “so deliciously possessive,” you finish with a smile and a small giggle. Optimus lets out a small chuckle as he raises his other servo to caress your cheek with the back of his finger. “I wasn’t too rough?” he asks softly with slight concern. “Your grip may have been too tight, but would I change that? Absolutely not. In fact, I like this rough side a bit,” you smile cutely, “it’s kinda, super, mega sexy,” you giggle brightly making Optimus laugh softly with you. “I love you with all of my spark and every inch of my being, Y/N,” Optimus says lovingly as he leans down a bit to rest his forehead against yours gently. Your hands go on either side of his face as you place soft kisses on his lips, nose, and forehead before resting your forehead back against his as you both close your eyes to breathe in the moment. “I adore you and every bit of me forever belongs to you. Mind, body, and soul. I love you,” you say in a soft whisper.

Bonus:

Sam turns to Bee at the place they were supposed to meet you and Optimus at. "Where are they?" Sam asks confused. Bee shrugs his shoulders and lifts his servos slightly, "Hell if I know," he says through multiple channel changes through his radio.

A/N: lmk what y'all thought about it!! comments appreciated 🫶🏻 tips are also appreciated, no matter how small 💞 much love and kisses to you all

[asuyaka]

Heyy, idk if u're still taking requests or not but if u're not just ignore this!

TikTok really came to drag me down the Satosugu hole by the foot this week goddamn. Anyways, I'd like to request my favorite sad gay boys with a m!reader who's a effeminate soft boy and is usually pretty quiet and cooperative but the second someone says something remotely negative about the two m!reader is already throwing hands and burying the offender's head onto the ground. Bonus point if he's from the Zen'in clan!

No one's ever calling Geto's bangs 'weird' with m!reader around lol.

- '🌈' Anon.

★ - yes! reqs are open !! when the first (yippie!!) one piece one shot comes out s'when reqs are gunna close briefly cause 've got other things m'needa work on! (❁´◡`❁)

☆ - Satosugu x M! Zen'in clan reader!

Lulling chirping sounds sounded through the second-year classroom as the sun began to rise. The sound of sweeping and the screech of desks moving across the table sounded through your ears.

With a gentle hand, you plucked the dead leaves off the bouquet of flowers that usually resided on the window sill next to your seat; plucking off the leaves as well and shaking it so the petals could become more pronounced.

After cutting the stem so water could flow through them, you placed the flowers in their vase and put them in their designated position, a pleased smile on your face when you realized that was the last thing you needed to do for cleaning duty, even though it wasn't your turn.

The door slid open behind you as a tired-looking Yaga walked into class. His eyes widened for a bit when they saw you before his expression turned sour. "Good morning, [Name]. I thought Satoru had cleaning duty for today?"

You bowed politely in greeting. "He asked me to do it because he had to get limited edition crepes today."

Yaga sets his things on the table with an annoyed mumble. "Thank you, please make sure he gets to class on time."

You nodded as you left the classroom. The sun shone down on your face through the windows as you made your way to Suguru's and Satoru's dorms.

You pass by Shoko in the kitchen who was hunched over the counter making a cup of coffee. "Want a cup?" She asks, biting and finishing the remaining pocky in her mouth.

'If Suguru woke up a few minutes ago, he'd want some. Maybe Satoru would like some hot chocolate too.' You thought briefly before turning your attention back to the brunette. "Yes, please. One hot chocolate and black coffee."

Shoko grins at that instantly recognizing the order. "You've got it Mister Zen'in."

You wave goodbye and continue your journey. Suguru's dorm isn't that far from the kitchen so you got there in a short amount of time. You knocked, politely waiting for an answer.

"[Name]-chan? If it's you, you can come in!" Satoru's voice answered.

You open the door to see two bags of delivered crepes beside Satoru, who is painting Suguru's nails black. "See? Got some for you guys 'cause I'm such a nice person!"

Suguru rolls his eyes. "You only got them because you remembered flunking on cleaning duty."

You take a seat beside them, staring at Suguru's black nails. "Yaga says I should make sure you two get to class on time."

Satoru snorts, the tiniest bit of blue peeking out from his glasses. "Yeah, and when have we ever listened to what Yaga says?"

"You don't. Maybe Suguru, but I actually enjoy not getting punched in the head every time you do something stupid." You interject, causing Satoru to gasp loudly.

"Suguru! Do you hear this? I do everything I can to make sure you two are well fed and all I get in return is bullying!" Satoru whines as he sets the nail polish aside to let Suguru's nails dry and picks up the bags with a bright smile on his face.

Shoko kicks the door open with two mugs in her hand. "Here you go losers. Zen'in blink twice if they're forcing you to be here."

Suguru and Satoru stare at you expectingly, an exaggerated gasp when they see your eyes close twice.

Shoko giggles, patting the top of your head affectionately. "Yeah, I'd be scared if I was forced to hang out with them too."

She walks out of the room with a reminder that class starts in a few hours. Satoru brought out the crepes and immediately started eating them as he read the Digimon manga, periodically sipping his extra-sweet cocoa.

"[Name], why didn't you get a drink?" Suguru asks, picking up a crepe carefully so the paint doesn't smudge.

You shrug. "The place I normally get my drinks at is too far to walk in the morning."

Satoru looks at you blankly as he stuffs his face with more food. "I could've teleported, dummy. C'mon, road trip time!" He exclaims as he grabs you and Suguru.

"Satoru, no— you haven't even mastered it yet—"

You feel reality split and your stomach churns uncomfortably for a brief second before everything stills again. The sound of cars blaring runs through your ears as a familiar sidewalk reflects through your eyes. "See? easy!"

"[Name]? Are you okay?" Suguru asks, squatting in front of you with worry all over his face.

Taking a minute to breathe, you feel everything finally settle. You have no idea how Satoru can do that without throwing up. "Yes, I am... okay. Just a little disoriented."

Suguru shoots a glare at the albino who rubs your back apologetically. "Well, my apology is your drink! So come on, I wanna get back to the crepes before Shoko's fat ass eats them."

"Shoko doesn't even like the crepes you order. It's always too much sugar." Suguru defends, slapping Satoru upside the head as the three of you walk into the shop.

It's a small cafe situated inside a bookstore with soft Lofi music playing in the background. The three of you get in line. It's short, most likely due to how early it was but that only meant you could get back to the dorms on time.

You hear snickering behind you but pay no mind. After all, it was a public place, and whatever affairs other people had wasn't your business.

Then, you hear something about how a guy has his nails painted. In the corner of your eye, you can see them pointing at Suguru.

Either Suguru and Satoru notice and they don't care, or they don't notice. Either way, you weren't going to let them poke fun at your friend (boyfriend?) and get away with it.

"Is something the matter?"

They stare at you, visibly sizing you up. "Wondering why your friend has nail polish on, isn't that only for chicks?"

Satoru taps you on your shoulder. "Take it outside, don't want you to beat their ass and get banned, yanno?"

You acknowledge him but keep a sharp gaze on the two of them. "Giving gendered terms to inanimate objects is an extremely stupid thing to do. It is not on you, so why should you care what he has on?"

The implication of calling them stupid seemed to hit a nerve because a vein pops in their forehead and their fists clench. "Cause it's fucking gay. What? You like taking it up the ass too?"

"If a fight is what you want, then that is fine with me. Do not let your petty ideals and quite frankly shitty opinions mess up my morning."

They keep talking as you make your way outside. The instant the door chimes close, a loud groan rips through one of their mouths.

They hold onto their nose, now streaming blood and broken. "Dude, what the fuck?!"

"You wanted a fight, did you not? Now, I am quite busy at the moment so if that is all, then I bid you a good rest of your day."

As you were about to walk back into the store, Suguru and Satoru came out with your drink in hand. "Yo! Here, got the kind you like cause I loveee you so much!" Satoru kisses your cheek and hands you your order, especially as you like it.

"Thank you, Satoru. Would you like to go back to the dorms now?"

Suguru stuffs a cake pop in your mouth, handing Satoru one and eating one as well. "Thanks for... that, by the way."

"It's no problem. You are my... partner, after all."

Satoru grins as he latches onto the two of you again. "Teleportation time, let's go!"

"Satoru, no—"

[cabotwife]

I have an idea for a reader and Olivia Benson if you’re happy to write it. 2am Olivia gets a frantic call from reader, she’s hyperventilating and her words are coherent. Olivia manages to get out of the reader that she’s home and rushes over. As the approaches her apartment she notices the front door ajar and inside is a complete mess. She hears reader sobbing in her room, and notices she’s naked and bruised and scratched. Reader confesses her ex forced her way in and attacked her. Reader begins to space out lost in her emotions of insecurity and worthlessness, she unknowingly advances on Olivia and ends up kissing her.

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy 💗

Enter The Night

Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader (tho r isn't described with any pronouns)

warnings: implied assault/rape (up to interpretation), typical SVU themes, poorly written fluff, not proofread

word count: ~1314 (longest one on my page so far yippie!!)

a/n: i love writing for my svu girls! there's definitely not enough fics of any of them, and my requests are open for them all :)

Olivia is jolted away by the sound of her phone ringing. she rubs her eyes as she groans, looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand.

2:43 am.

she sighs as she grabs her phone, her eyes straining at the brightness as she turns it on. the call had already ended, but she decided to check to see if it was important or not.

she frowns when she notices you’ve called more than once. she quickly clicks the ‘call back’ button, pulling the phone up to her ear as she adjusts her position in her bed.

she has an unsettling feeling forming in her chest as the phone continues to ring. finally you pick up the phone.

“y/n?” Olivia’s voice crackles through the phone.

the glass from your shattered phone stabs through your hand as you grip it tightly, pressing it against your face. you breathe heavily, unable to form any words as you can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.

“hello? y/n?” Olivia repeats your name, worry filling her at the sound of your labored breathing. “can you tell me where you are, honey?”

suddenly the line goes dead, a sharp ‘beep’ can be heard on both sides.

“y/n?” Olivia says panicked as she tears the phone from her ear, she quickly tries to call you again, pulling her phone away to stare at it when it goes straight to voicemail.

the brunette swiftly pulls herself from her bed, hurriedly putting shoes on and grabbing her keys as she attempts to call you again. she rushes out the door of her apartment, not even bothering to change from her sleepwear.

the entire car ride is full of dread and worry, she had a quick phone call with Fin while in the car. she needed to make sure that someone knew where she was going, in case something goes down or she needs back up.

she sloppily parks in front of your apartment building, quickly rushing out of the car and into the building. she practically runs up to your apartment.

Olivia can feel her heart drop into her stomach as she nears your door, noticing it’s open.

“y/n?” she calls, pushing the door open. “oh my god.” she stands in the doorway in a state of sudden shock, everything was destroyed. there were spilled flowers on the ground by the entrance, couch cushions thrown off the couch, picture frames and trinkets spread over the floor by the kitchen island.

she continues into your apartment, taking notice of the shattered glass and blood on the kitchen floor. she freezes again when she hears the sound of heavy breathing. the brunette walks slowly towards the sound.

“oh my god, y/n!” Olivia breathes as your barely conscious body comes into view.

you were laying on your kitchen floor, slouched over against the cabinets, your body cut and bruised, your shirt is missing and your pajama shorts are ripped.

Olivia rushes over to you, dropping onto her knees to cup your cheeks, “hey- hey open your eyes for me.” she says, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.

you open your eyes ever so slightly, attempting to focus on the brunette woman in front of you.

“’livia..” you mumble, your voice raspy and you're quickly thrown into a coughing fit, blood flying from your mouth.

Olivia takes a sharp intake of breath, “i’m going to get help, okay? you’ll be okay.” she mumbles, whipping her phone from her coat pocket, calling Fin to tell him she needs paramedics at your apartment. as she’s speaking on the phone she peels her coat off of herself, wrapping it around your body in an attempt to cover up your near bare body.

she sets her phone down as the call ends. “help is on the way.. can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?” Olivia whispers as she strokes your hair gently, glancing towards the window to see if she could see the lights of the ambulance approaching.

you look up at her with tear filled eyes, “she got me, ‘livia.. she got me.” you whisper, your voice cracking as the tears begin streaming down your cheeks.

Olivia didn’t need to ask to know who you were talking about, she knows it’s Max, your ex girlfriend. since the time she began getting close to you, she had always promised to protect you from your abusive ex girlfriend.

the brunette’s eyes search over your face, “we’ll get her.. okay? what did she do to you?” you drop your head back onto the cabinet, your eyes closing slowly, “hey- hey no, keep your eyes open, honey.”

you force your eyes open, trying, and failing, to focus on Olivia, “’m sleepy..” i mumble, my eyes drooping again.

“come on, y/n, stay awake for me..” her voice is panicked as she pats your cheek, you drift into unconsciousness.

Olivia stands up as she hears footsteps approaching, hearing the sound of the ambulance sirens outside of the building. the brunette rushes towards the ajar front door, stepping out to wave the paramedics into the apartment and showing them where you lay on the floor.

the next few hours are excruciating for Olivia, you had to get surgery in order to remove the shattered vase pieces from your back, and you’re now laying unconscious in your hospital bed.

Olivia is seated next to the head of the bed, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t fall back asleep, she needed you to be okay.

“liv?” you mumble, your voice hoarse for a number of reasons. your head is pressed against the bed as you squint your eyes over at the older woman sitting beside you.

your sudden voice causes her to jump slightly, her eyes shooting from the book she was reading to you. “y/n.” she breathes as she stands up, leaving the book on the chair as she leans over you.

you grin up at her, “hey, ‘livia.”

“hi,” she whispers, running her fingers through your bangs as she stares down at you. “how're you feeling?”

you hum, shrugging your shoulders but the movement makes you wince, “i dunno.. did you get her?” as soon as the brunette frowns you know, she's still out there.

the room goes silent all except for the buzz of the lights and the slow beeping of the heart monitor. 

“thank you.” it comes out as a whisper, but it confuses her nonetheless.

she scrunches her eyebrows in confusion as her eyes meet yours once more. “for what?”

it's silent for a moment before you respond, “for answering my call.. i suppose.” you gaze up at her.

a smile tugs at the brunette's lips, “i'll always answer when you call me.” she says gently “no matter the time, or the day, or how i feel..”

you giggle, “even if you hate me?” 

her smile falls, but only slightly, “oh, y/n.. i could never hate you.” she whispers, her hand cupping your cheek.

you can feel your cheeks heat up slightly, “oh.” you meet her eyes again before your gaze drops to her lips. slowly you lean in before eventually you're pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss.

once you realize what you’ve done you pull away, eyes wide. 

it’s silent.

your eyes begin filling with tears, “liv-” before you can say anything, Olivia leans in, kissing you. you quickly reciprocate the kiss. when you both pull away she is smiling at you, her eyes soft and her feelings towards you are evident in them.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while..” she whispers, her thumb gently rubbing your cheek bone. 

“yeah?” you chuckle, the tears that were in your eyes had now run down your cheeks, being quickly rubbed away by the brunette.

“mhmm,” Olivia hums, a loving smile on her face as she holds the gentle eye contact with you.

[8ysharkstar]

hiiii!!! May I request a PLATONIC pure vanilla x quiet/anxious child reader? Reader is going through a lot and struggling mentally… and just needs hugs and comfort lol

[ Sure thing!! ]

( Pure Vanilla x GN!Child!Reader )

“ they don’t really understand what big kids do “

TW; A little Angst, Anxiety (?)

>pv might not be accurate so I tried my best

!platonic

RcmSong; Harvey | Alex G

☆;

I really can't sleep, I just can't. I tried? But anything doesn't help, my body just feels weak. Staying up almost every day is the routine I do, even if I do sleep, it's hard to not have any nightmares. Always in a deep void, filled with blue eyes..?

I used to be a lost cookie, but join apart of the vanilla kingdom, everyone seems very joyous and happy, but I look different from their emotions. I can't seem to communicate properly, nor get myself up, I always feel anxious around other people. I can't really fix myself, can't I?

Being apart of the academics seems complicated for me, always seen to be failing from the others. I just really hope I can get better.

Pure vanilla has found me the lack of communicating cookie, and he decided to schedule himself to talk to me after the session.

Pure vanilla called over my name, which felt like a for piercing through my dough, I felt even more anxious, did I do something wrong in class? Am I failing? Do I have to move out?

I felt a hand on my shoulder, sending a quick jump from me. Turning around to see pure vanilla, seeming to be worried and upset. What did I do? Did I..

"y/n cookie.. are you okay my dear student..?"

... That voice seems to calm me down a bit, but I really don't want to trouble him much because of me.

"yes.. sir vanilla, I'm okay! No need to worry."

As I was about to walk away...

"wait, is anything troubling you, y/n? You always seemed so anxious in class, may I help you with your troublesome..?"

"no need to, sir vanilla. I'm okay, really. I don't want to trouble you some more."

...

"whatever situation you're on, please let me help you y/n cookie. I insist, no need to worry about my work, I always keep my cookies in a good state, and you're one of them."

Hearing those words felt like tears dripping down my icings. Such a small sentence can comfort me? Tears fall out, causing my dough to be soaked.

Pure vanilla seem to help me to stop crying, so my dough doesn't crumble at such a young age.

"please y/n cookie, it's sometimes okay to be quiet. But you can't seal your emotions forever, someone in earthbread is always here for you. I'm here for you, y/n cookie. Your are one of my dearest students."

I hugged myself to pure vanilla as my tears began to stop, he's my only hope I have in earthbread, For now. I really don't know what I don't know on what to do If I loose him.

He showed on how I can improve myself, really helped me with him talking to me. I really improved onto being one with the pure vanilla citizens and pure vanilla cookie's student's.

Sorry for any grammar mistakes! Hope you enjoy reading :3

Yippie!!! First fanfic

[birthofhermez]

lily rose depp x gp reader pls 🙏 ill take any prompt 😫

ofc bae 🫡

all mine — lily-rose depp

lily-rose depp x g!p reader

synopsis ; you really don't want lily to leave.

disclaimer ; gp reader, sexual content, very slight roughness, semi-public sex,

an ; yippie first request!

The pale sun oozed through the barely shut blinds and onto your face. You slowly blinked awake, squinting at the bright beams that probed your eyes. Stretching, you felt the cool space next to you, absent from Lily's warmth. You sighed, sat up from the bed, slipped your house shoes on, and began tiredly stumbling around looking for your girlfriend.

As you strolled into the long hallway, you heard a hoarse voice from one of the balconies, followed by a faint, bitter smell of menthol cigarettes.

"Can we reschedule the meeting for later today? I'm not sure I'll make it for the rehearsals," You heard Lily rambling to the person (presumably her assistant) on the other side. Clad in the black silk robe you had bought her months ago, during one of her manic shopping sprees.

Taking advantage of her obliviousness. You crept behind her, sliding your fingers from the dip in her back to her almost bare torso, and wrapped your arms around her. You pressed your colder frame against her much warmer one, feeling her body jerk.

She placed the cigarette back in her mouth with a small laugh before hanging up the call with a few more rushed sentences.

“I was wondering when you'd wake up,” Lily leaned back into your touch, running her hands across your elbow down to your hand. With a grin, you placed a kiss behind her ear. You hummed watching her inhale and exhale the thin veil of smoke.

"Well I was wondering where you went," You spun her around, making her face you altogether. Her dark eyes softened as she stared at you, the cigarette still lazily straddled between her slender fingers. She took another slow drag, her fingers tracing mindless shapes on your forearm.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” she murmured, exhaling a slim stream of smoke that curled between you. “You looked peaceful.”

You pouted, tilting your head. “But I sleep better when you’re next to me.”

A small bashful smirk played on her face, taking the cigarette from her lips and snubbing it in the ashtray perched on the balcony railing. “Sweet talker.”

You pulled her closer, your fingers grazing against the silk of her robe, feeling the heat of her skin underneath. The daybreak air was crisp, carrying the scent of menthol and something uniquely hers. She rested her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with yours, intimate and unhurried.

“I have to get ready,” she huffed, but there was hesitation in her voice as if she wanted to ignore all the calls and events she had scheduled.

You skimmed your thumb over her sharp cheekbones, studying her expression as you bit your bottom lip. “Hm. You can be late.”

She scoffed, her eyes flickering from you to her phone's clock. “Fine, but you're driving then,” she retorted, dissolving into you as you leaned in. Your lips finally welcomed hers in a slow, lingering kiss. It felt as if your senses had been overflowed by the soft touches she supplied to your body.

Your hands slid under the silk of her robe, fingertips ghosting over the curve of her waist, drawing her closer until there was no space between you. Her breath hitched, and you muted the moan as your lips moved against hers, deepening the kiss, your teeth gently clashing together.

Lily's hands trailed up your spine, nails scratching cautiously against your clothed skin before weaving through your hair, tugging simply enough to make you groan into her mouth. The cool morning air contrasted with the heat blooming between you, the robe lowering further down her shoulders with each subtle movement.

“You’re making it very hard for me to wanna leave,” she slurred against your lips, her voice rough, teasing.

“That’s the point,” you sneered, letting your hands wander lower, gripping her ass firmly. She shivered, tilting her head back as you pressed a trail of kisses down her neck, pausing at the sensitive spot right beneath her jaw, leaving a small mark that the makeup crew would for sure have a hard time covering up.

Lily let out a quiet whine, her fingers tightening their clasp on you. “Fuck, Y/n,” she breathed, the blonde lilt making the bulge in your sweats harden.

You pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, dark and intense beneath thick lashes. “You look so pretty like this,” you murmured, lips brushing against hers again.

She exhaled, shaking her head slightly. “Shut up.” Her voice was polluted with tension.

The ebony robe finally sank from her shoulders, pooling around her arms, exposing the lace lingerie from last night, her body stiffened from the exposed feeling of the wind. Her lips parted with a sharp inhale as you began to trail down to her chest. You tugged at the fabric that covered her breast before you felt a jerk in your hair.

"Let's go inside at least," she says, her voice lathered with hunger but still coated with content.

You nipped at her skin, pressing one last teasing kiss to the swell of her breast before pulling back. “Too shy for the balcony, huh?” you teased, running your hands down her sides, feeling her shudder under your touch.

Lily rolled her eyes, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her. “I just don’t want the paparazzi getting a free show,” she laughed, grabbing your wrist and tugging you inside.

As you stepped past the threshold, you kicked the balcony door shut with a soft click, not caring to lock it. As you backed Lily against the nearest wall, your hand found her waistline again, but this time there was no hesitation—just lust.

Her hands dipped beneath your shirt, her acrylic talons scratching against your stomach as she pressed against you. “You’re such a tease,” she purred, her voice smudged with amusement and desire.

“Hm, but you love it don't you?” you retorted, fingers looming over the delicate lace of the waistband to her panties.

She hummed in response, tilting her head back as you pecked at her jaw, her breath coming faster. Your hands roamed lower, grasping her thighs before effortlessly lifting her, her legs wrapping around your waist almost immediately.

Lily choked, a breathy laugh escaping her lips as you carried her toward the bed. “Please.." her voice strained with a mix of desire and anticipation as you lowered her onto the bed, hovering over her.

Her eyes explored yours, dark with longing, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tugged at the fabric of your shirt. "Don’t make me wait," she added, her voice barely a breath, but it carried a demand you couldn’t ignore.

You hunched down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both soft and ravenous, the heat between you intensifying with every second. Your hands slid along her sides, pulling at the silk knot that barely held the robe together until it fell off. You paused for just a moment, letting your eyes loiter on her, taking in the sight of her beneath you, glowing in the morning light. The way her face was flushed from either the warm sun or the heat of the moment, the way her lips were puffy from your harsh but soothing kisses, she looked perfect.

"You're beautiful," you whispered, your voice scratchy, your fingers grazing the curve of her breast.

Lily grinned, a small, teasing smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "I know, baby" she responded, her hands moving to the drawstring of your sweatpants, her fingers shaking slightly as she undid it. "But I need more than compliments right now."

With a soft chuckle, you kissed her again, this time slower, more deliberately, savoring her taste, the faint minty flavor resonating on your tongue. Your hands tugged her bra, watching the dainty fabric slip down, her full chest on show, your mouth trailing down to her hardened nipple, feeling her pulse quicken beneath your touch. Flicking your tongue out, you latched onto it. Her heart fluttered as you looked up at her through half-lidded eyes as you continued sucking on her bud. Grasping her other breast, you fondled it as if it was a perfect fit in your hand. Feeling her nipple between your middle and ring fingers harden with each squeeze.

Lily’s fingers trekked to your hair once again, tugging at it impatiently. Letting go, you licked a long stripe from her chest to her pelvic area. You blew against her skin gently, seeing her flinch from the cool air. "Shit, don't tease," You scoffed, settling between her legs, placing them on your shoulders.

Using your index and middle fingers, you outlined the slick spot on her underwear, carefully. Her body gradually shut down at your gentle touches, "I thought you liked it when I teased you," You grumbled, pulling your fingers back and onto your tongue, the faint sweet flavor dancing around your taste buds. "Not when I'm like this," She rolled her hips against the air, the sensation of your fingers already becoming nostalgic to her.

"Like what?" You laughed, sliding her panties to the side, a thin coat of slick following suit. Lily's breath hitched at the cool feeling on her slit. You hummed at the view, "Not when you're all worked up after I barely touched you?" Your fingers picked up right where they left off, this time on her uncovered folds, working meticulously. A weak cry could be heard fleeing her lips. "I bet you want my fingers inside you right now, yeah?" You mocked before wrapping your lips around her clit, flicking painfully slow.

You felt her hands constrict around your head, pushing you deeper, "Yes, fuck, I want you inside me!" Lily blabbered. Feeling your ego grow, you picked up the pace, lapping faster, like a racing dog on a hot day. Your fingers slid in with ease due to the dampness that pooled inside her. Her body trembled beneath you at the stretch of your fingers.

After a while of allowing her to get relaxed with the feeling, you began to pump your fingers deeper as you pulled your mouth from her heat, her juices smearing your chin slightly. "Does this feel okay, Angel?" Lily nodded with a stifled moan, "Feels so good.." she sputtered absentmindedly, pushing your head back down, feeling your tongue swirl around her sensitive folds as your fingers continued to abuse her hole.

You crawled up towards her to place a peck on her lips before she yanked you into an aggressive kiss. Useless cries fell onto your tongue as your fingers rammed in and out of her. Lily's nails drilled into your back, making you hiss against her lips.

"I need all of you inside me," Lily begged, nibbling at your earlobe. She tugged at your already loosened sweatpants. You removed your fingers (to which she replied with an annoyed groan) and hurled your tank top off, flinging it somewhere on the floor. "You're in a rush..is some meeting more important than me?" You kicked off the pants and boxers. Your hand fumbling blindly around the guest room drawers before seizing a package of condoms, rolling one onto your dick, capturing Lily's full attention.

She shook her head, pulling you closer. You barely pulled back, your lips narrowly touched as you spoke quietly, "You wanna see someone at the meeting so bad, hm?" You clutched her chin, forcing her eyes towards yours. Through her scrunched lips, she let out a small, "Uh-uh.." Lily began grinding against your body almost melting into your touch. Taking hold of your cock and running it over her cunt, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the sensation, drawing blood. You moaned at the metallic taste that sprinkled across your mouth.

Lily's eyes were clamped shut as you slowly guided yourself inside her. Any noise she made became muffled as she collided her lips against you roughly, carelessly rolling her tongue across yours. Pulling away, "Can I move, Angel?" you asked, cautiously sliding deeper, her juices lubricating you.

After a couple of seconds passed, she hummed in approval. With that, you began to slowly inch out and back in, feeling her walls clench against your cock.

You quickly picked up the pace, rolling your hips against her in a constant pattern. Through her thick, swollen lips, came loud lewd moans. You were lucky to live in such a large home without many people near you. Your hands ran around her body, starting from her thin legs that wrapped around you haphazardly to groping her velvety-tanned torso before bending down. You bit and sucked at the skin just below her breasts, leaving a line of pinkish-purple markings across.

"Shit, y/n...go harder..." Other obscenities rolled off her lips, which only turned you on more. Grabbing onto her hips, you began to crash into her, the sound of your skin meeting filled the room along with Lily's moans and profanities. She could've sworn she was seeing stars at each contact your bodies made, from the small touches around her body to the harsh thrusts you were offering her.

"You feel so good around me, baby." You muttered, feeling dazed at the sight of her sprawled out on top of the robe that was long forgotten. Your hands traversed to her clit, rubbing small tightened circles. Lily squirmed under you, feeling the knot in her stomach tense. She clawed at your back feeling herself teeter on the edge. "God, I'm close." She squeaked, and wrapped her limbs around you, drawing you deeper.

You continued to abuse the soft spot deep in her hole as she came, the feeling of shockwaves through her frame, her eyes rolling into her skull and her body jolting with the slight movements you made to not overstimulate her.

"Fuck 'm gonna cum." You muttered against her cheek, pulling out. Lily whined at the lost feeling of your warmth. As she watched you run your hand up and down your member trying to reach your own orgasm. You felt her acrylic nails trace over your hand. Lily shifted her position so that she was facing your still-hardened cock, her hands replacing yours as she stroked your shaft, removing the condom, before swirling her tongue around your slit.

With a sharp inhale, you peeked down at the blonde. She kept full eye contact with you, which only made you feel closer to cumming. "Oh fuck, keep going, Angel..." You raked your hands through her hair, forming a makeshift ponytail before bucking your hips into her mouth, causing her to gag slightly. With a moan that sent ripples throughout your body, she bobbed her head a few more times as you felt yourself release in her warm, wet mouth. She pulled away with a faint pop. You gently brushed your fingers through her hair as she swallowed, removing harsh spots or knots from her scalp.

You lean down, engulfing her in a much more delicate kiss as you lay her down. You peppered her with kisses down to her stomach, before grabbing the dirty clothes and condom and tossing them into their respective bins.

"You still wanna go to that rehearsal?" You suggested, running a cool bath for the blonde that lay depleted. "Fuck no." Lily huffed.

[championleonsslut]

What about Leon's wifey going through a high-risk pregnancy? Nothing angsty, just Leon being always like "Babe no lemme do that-"

I’ve been looking for an excuse to write about the rest of the kids you have with Leon! Yippie! You can find the firstborn headcannons here. And if you want to hear about the last child you guys have together, feel free to request it!

Btw Adelina is the kid you already have with Leon :3

Leon expecting his second, (and third!) children with you

ontains: pregnancy, kids, kinda nsfw? Not super in detail birth stuff but it’s there 🤷‍♀️ ITS A LONG ONE BABES

Adelina was a wonderful daughter. You both loved her more than you could imagine. Leon was especially fond of his little girl, loving her as much as he could. Since he ran the battle tower now, he certainly had more time to care for his child.

But you both knew you wanted more than one child. Since your first pregnancy was pretty low-key, and Adelina was three now, you both thought it was about time to have another. Leon seduced you into it one night, and you were happy to agree.

Of course, it didn’t just take one night to conceive your second child. It actually took about three months of trying. But when you saw that positive pregnancy test, you got so excited.

You surprised Leon with it that night, and he was ecstatic. You both knew Adelina would also be a great big sister, but that a new baby might also make her feel jealous and forgotten. You planned to tell her later, as it was far too early.

Things went smoothly for the first six weeks, up until it was time for your first ultrasound. Leon couldn’t make it, as he was working at the battle tower that day. So you left Adelina with her grandmother, who was ever so happy to care for her granddaughter, and left to go to the doctors.

You teared up when you heard the baby’s heartbeat. Then the doctor pointed to the ultrasound screen.

“There’s the baby.”

You teared up at the little blob.

“And here’s the other baby.”

What.

You were flabbergasted to learn you were not just expecting one baby, but TWO babies. Twins! It definitely took some time to process. Instead of having two children, you’d have three. Could you really deal with two newborn babies?

But you knew with Leon beside you, everything would be just fine.

When you showed him the ultrasound pictures later, his jaw dropped.

“I put TWO in you???”

“Yes Leon.”

Despite being terrified, he was also more than happy. Even though two babies would be a lot, he knew it would be wonderful. Plus, you’d only have to go through labor once and get two babies out of it.

He totally said that multiple times too.

Since you were carrying twins, your pregnancy was far more high risk than a normal pregnancy. Leon was constantly on edge for you, and once it got to your second trimester he was practically doing everything for you.

“Babe trust me, you sit, I’ve got this.”

“🙄”

Telling Adelina was what made you both nervous. You weren’t sure how she’d react, and it especially scared Leon. He didn’t want his little girl to feel like you were replacing her.

But you both sat her down once your second trimester came around, and explained things.

You told her that mommy was expecting two babies, and she would be a big sister to both of them. Leon assured her that you weren’t replacing her, and instead giving her two friends.

Adelina was ecstatic. She was ever so excited to have two little siblings.

She did ask how the babies got in your belly though, which you decided to talk about another time.

She didn’t mind being moved out of the nursery either, and into her brand new room. Her only request was that it was Alcremie themed, which you both happily made happen.

With Adelina out of the way, that left the rest of your friends and family.

Hop and Leon’s mother were surprised and excited to learn you were expecting two more babies. His mother both wished you good luck, and promised to help whenever you needed it.

Raihan, Sonia and Nessa were all excited for you guys too, just shocked to learn it was twins.

You had to take maternity leave at twenty weeks, since your stomach was already so much larger than your first pregnancy. But that did mean you got to spend a lot more time with your daughter!

Then the time came to find out the genders of your babies, you wanted it to be private with just you and Leon. So the doctor sent you home with a little note, that you and Leon opened up at home. You both didn’t care what genders the babies were, as long as they were healthy.

Baby #1 was a girl.

Baby #2 was a boy.

You were both terribly excited to be getting one of each. Just like last time, Leon was incredibly picky with choosing names.

And then your third trimester came along. You felt huge, and both babies were barely leaving any room in your body. Despite how undesirable you felt, Leon had been fucking you silly throughout the entire pregnancy, and found you irresistible. It helped that your libido was so high during this pregnancy too.

Leon took the last three months off from the battle tower, since he felt you needed his help more than the tower did. You were very appreciative, and he was just happy to help.

Adelina was fascinated by how large your stomach had grown, and loved feeling for baby kicks. She squealed whenever one of them kicked her hand.

Leon was no better than his daughter.

And at thirty-five weeks, five weeks early, the twins decided to come now. It was right as you were getting ready for bed when you started having contractions. You recognized them from last time, and went right to Leon. He panicked a bit, but quickly called his mom to come watch Adelina for the rest of the night.

All the commotion had woken her up, so you both kissed her goodbye when she came downstairs. He grandmother explained that the babies were going to be born, and Adelina was extremely excited.

Your labor progressed very slowly, and Leon was pacing in the hospital room the entire time. When you told him to sit down, his leg wouldn’t stop bouncing.

But when it was finally time, it was determined that both babies were head down, so you agreed to try a vaginal birth. Leon stayed by your head the entire time you pushed, not complaining once about how much you were squeezing his hand.

It took about an hour, but soon a baby’s cry filled the air. The doctor took your newborn son out, and he was quickly taken away to be cleaned up and checked out.

Your daughter didn’t take that much longer to push out, as her brother had already cleared the way. She was born two minutes after her brother, crying as loudly as he had been.

Leon gave you a big kiss once the twins were born. His eyes were filled with happy tears, as the babies were brought over.

They handed your son to you, and the girl to Leon. They both yawned and stopped crying once they were in your arms.

The boy had your skin and your hair, but with his father’s beautiful golden eyes. The girl had your skin too, but Leon’s hair and your eyes.

They were absolutely perfect, and you both were sobbing over them. You traded babies so you each got to hold them.

Of course, they needed names. You both had agreed on the ones you liked best, and those were written down on the certificates.

Hugo Finn Woodrow

And his sister

Genevieve Fern Woodrow

You brought them home two days later, where Adelina was patiently waiting to meet her new siblings. You sat her down on the couch, and handed Hugo over to her as Leon cradled Genevieve. His mother cooed over the baby girl, while Adelina gently held her brother.

She was completely enamored by him, and didn’t want to hand him over to hold her sister. She did anyway, and was just as enamored by her baby sister.

It was safe to say she loved them both.

Dealing with two newborns and a toddler was hard, but Adelina was surprisingly easy throughout it all. It was the twins that were a problem.

Oh how they loved to cry. They absolutely loved it. It certainly kept Leon up, as he’d taken the night shift so you could sleep. He slept during the day, and had to take even more time off of the battle tower until the twins were a little older.

You both made lots of time for Adelina, playing with her and giving her just as much attention.

But as the twins grew, they got a little easier. Even with how difficult they were, you loved them lots.

You loved your little family.

And then you guys had another baby.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Dethklok x reader who doesn't like contact (2/2)

Massive burst of motivation after a month long bed rot hits different

Characters: toki, skwisgaar

Notes: reader is gn, short post, admin hasn't watched mtl in a hot minute 😭💔, once more i am PROMISING that this isnt an innuendo i just couldnt word this better RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, anyways YIPPIE YIPPIE mtl requesters you all have my heart

CWs: none

SKWISGAAR

similarly to pickles hes also very physically affectionate- albeit a lot of the times its in a more lustful way. sure he knows relationship require something more tender, its a bit of a learning process for him you know?

he... also kind of realizes hes like you in a way. sure he loves when you touch up on him and cling onto him in bed or when you guys are just standing around... but theres always this feeling of discomfort in the back of his throat that he pushes back... eventually has his own moment of realization

sweet moment where the two of you go over that and you help guide him through it because he truly doesnt know how to put it into words, and you both memorize what the other person likes!

no worries of him clinging onto you in your sleep- he sleeps like a corpse and doesnt really move around or reach out

TOKI

looooves clinging onto you whenever he gets the chance so hes a little distraught when you explain that youre not always into that- but hes ultimately going to either shift into something more comfortable for you or outright drop it

cuddles into his deaddy bear to make up for the lack of cuddles between the two of you when you sleep together... you... actually get matching bears, its nice- something for the two of you to share together

subconsciously seeks you out in his sleep- sometimes you wake up with him draping one of his arms or legs over you or scooting ever closer to you to close the gap- another band member where putting up a pillow barrier is needed until the habit dies

[frickingnerd]

blog & life update!

hi guys, do you still remember who i am? honestly, i feel so distant from this blog already, because i barely find time to think about it rn or write anything (thank god i prepared for situations like this). anyways, i'm not doing too good currently, but it could be worse. i'm pretty busy irl & i keep pushing more work onto myself to distract myself from any personal stuff, which means i'll very likely be too busy to open requests again during the holidays.

i'll likely get to writing requests again by the start of february (which is also this blogs two year anniversary, yippie!), but until then i'll pump out stuff through the queue. i might slow it down to one post a day too, depending on how much i still got in there--

anyways, i'm kinda sad i can't find time to write rn, but me being sad? that's nothing new! 😎 anyways², i do hope that you guys still enjoy the stuff i'm posting currently (lots of xenoblade rn because it gives me comfort & makes me happy) & i'm looking forward to get back to writing! hopefully soon!

[weepingchronicles]

platonic yandere katara headcanons

tw/cw: overbearing behavior, yandere, guilt tripping, infantilizing

a/n: yippie katara headcanons! this is just thoughts I had and female yanderes are so underated here especially katara herself

I'm also working your guys requests, i have a lot of drafts right now!!

katara is a very controlling but soft yandere

her tendencies are a bit more toned down if you're older than her, but if you're younger you are basically adopted as her little sibling or mother

however she sees you as, she's still very motherly

she's a bit more soft because she'll let you socialize and have friends especially with those she loves like aang, sokka and toph

but she'll get VERY protective if fire nation is somehow involved, even when she eventually warms up to zuko she doesn't like him around you

if you're fire nation however? she'll insist that you're different and the only one who is truly good in her eyes

if you go against her and talk to zuko or someone fire nation, she'll basically guilt trip you and cry

"how could you do this to me? you know my mother died by firebenders" sob sob

some part of its sincere, other half knows if she cries you'll do as she says

if you ever get sick or injured, she is by your side ALL THE TIME

if you get a smallest paper cut or bruise she'll insist on healing it for you, which is fine at first until she demands full body healing sessions DAILY just incase you're hurt somewhere she can't see or you can't feel

her controlling tendencies go to its MAX and her overwhelming need to care for you goes out of control. she'll bathe you or at least be right beside you (just incase something happens!!), cook for you, do all your clothes, EVERYTHING until you're fully healed.

she genuinely hates to see you like this and couldn't live with herself if you got hurt more because she wasn't there.

the only reason she lets you come with her and the rest of the gaang is because what if something happens to you and she isn't there to heal you? she just needs you to be within a 2 feet radius

the only way i can see you reasoning with her is if you go to sokka or aang for help, to intervene. aang straight up says no, he's too loyal to katara and knows she's projecting her trauma onto you. sokka does try talking but it ends up in a full blown argument and kinda gives up

besides it's not like she's hurting you or anything??

she'll tone it down after sokka talks with her a bit but goes back right after

so you might as well live with it! 🩷🩷

if you try to escape, which I don't blame you-

you might be able to get away for even a month or two if you prepare well enough but cmon, she has the fucking avatar as a boyfriend and a flying bison

it won't take too long before she tracks you so enjoy your freedom while it lasts

when she "reunites" with you, it's all tears. she's somehow even more overbearing and checks if you're hurt and asks 100 times as well

she won't be mad at you neither will she punish you

she'll definitely keep a closer eye on you and will snoop through your things if she believes you're plotting

the most she'll do to punish you is, again, guilt tripping

"how could you do this to me? you're just like my dad, leaving me alone!"

she's practically hysterical and the only way to calm her down is if you apologize and swear to never do it again

another thought is if she'd bloodbend for you?

I don't think she would nor do I think she'd get to the point of killing someone for you unless they MUST be stopped

but i do think she'd threaten to bloodbend others or maybe even you if pushed far enough

she'd never actually do it though..

[aiher]

ADIPOCERE —ft. kujou sara / drabble. brainrot.

kujou sara with an obnoxious kitsune!reader that teaches her to be a little more selfish, to live instead of endlessly carrying out missions like a programmed dog.

the brain worms hath caught up to me and i love this dynamic. like, you're the coffee intern of the shrine, meaning yae just sends you out to the city every once in a while to do miscellaneous tasks. this time yae has requested you to get an order of fried tofu noodles though your eyes catch a peek of someone's menu, and suddenly your cravings get the better of you.

hijinks ensue, you've just played into someone's fantasy about being a great yokai guardian of the grand narukami shrine, and get some offerings (mora! yippie!) out of it. you order both grilled unagi fillet and yaes fried tofu noodles.

your schemes continue until a certain general catches wind of a scammer running through the streets of inazuma city, parading around and acting as a great yokai guardian. it's safe to say she wouldn't have trouble finding out who the scammer in question was; shrine maidens aren't commonly found in a market.

though, catching this thief is proving quite the challenge. everytime she heads your way—in your vicinity—you break into a sprint. even if your scams have reached it's end, you still haven't compensated the victims, so she's still looking for you.

months pass, the victims in question have received enveloped mora in the mouth of a fox. is this your way of compensating? she ponders.

there hasn't been any other kitsune in the city other than yae miko, and there haven't been any suspicious looking people at the tailor requesting a shrine maidens outfit.

perhaps the next time she pays a visit to the grand narukami shrine, she'll ask about you.

++ i think this is how I'd like it to go, believe it or not, my first draft on this idea (about 5ish months ago?) had reader being caught immediately and trying to waffle her way out of questioning (i couldn't write past it, there's no way kujou sara wouldn't be able to stop the conversation from derailing) but there's something abt kujou sara seeking you out, something SHE would like to do. like... she's asking yae miko about the shogun and her wellbeing, yae's responses are obviously halfhearted... that is until kujou sara is about to bring the conversation to an end. she remembers that scammer from a while back, and asks about it. about you. THEN yae's tuned in like "why does the general wanna know abt some random shrine maiden?" and then kujou sara spills the beans......, now u have not only been demoted to the statue scrubber, you have immense calf pain from walking up and down the shrine and to the forest.

and then reader holds a grudge against kujou sara...., so the next time u see her, instead of running you scold her for snitching.

then kujou sara stands her ground, saying that you shouldn't have been scamming people in the first place.... and then well. I'll write abt that later

(didn't know where to say this but i think the reason reader would run is because of the way yae miko talks about her. "a general with a stick up her ass." that'd make you think she's the no nonsense, cold and hard type. and noone doesnt exactly wanna get sent to prison, so..... ur only option is to run and never look back ig??!)

[skzruby]

Hunting for blood

Chapter warnings; mentions of depression, suggested panic attack and crying (with eventual comfort YIPPIEEE) missing persons (not yippie..)

Word count; 2.5k

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Chapter 2

A new face

As you entered your usual office, a shocked expression spread across your face. Your eyes widened, a small gasp leaving your lips at the sight. Someone had been in here. They.. Cleaned it? It looked as tidy as ever. All your files were back where they belonged and the surfaces had been wiped down to clear any dust.

“Hope you didn’t mind me cleaning your office. It was collecting too much dust.” A voice spoke up from behind you.

“No— It’s alright. Thank you, Minyun…” I mumbled, turning round to face my boss. He was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you with a pitiful expression.

A small, teasing smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the sight before you spoke up playfully. “Ohh I see, you care about me.”

“No— Well yes— But no, it was collecting dust..” Minyun replied back, stumbling over his words as he tried to get them out in a way where you would believe him. You were rather close with Minyun, he didn’t tend to show care or any form of affection to anyone but you think he sees you as a child, someone to be cared for and looked after.

“I appreciate it.” You spoke up sincerely, honesty laced into your tone as you nodded once at him, pressing your lips together in a thin line to imitate a small smile. He nodded back, mimicking your expression.

“How have you been?” He asked carefully, his voice noticeably quieter than it was before. He shifted on his feet, moving further into your office as he closed the door behind him and opted for leaning against your desk instead.

“Uh, I’m doing okay..I think.” You spoke unsurely. You knew you were doing bad, you just didn’t know how to say it without feeling dramatic. Were you just meant to blurt out ‘I’m depressed!!’ or ‘I hope to never wake up again!’?. Of course not, that's absurd. Isn’t it?

“You can tell me the truth, I would never judge you Ruby. You know that.” Minyun spoke up again, his voice more sympathetic now. His eyes showed a hint of hope that you would open up or atleast give him some insight into how you were feeling. Keeping it bottled up wasn’t a good idea, you would eventually explode like a bomb. A ticking time bomb, huh?

“I’m— I’m getting there. Well, I’m trying to.” You mumble eventually, your eyebrows curling in a frown as you look down at your feet, your fingers picking at the skin around your nails, a nervous habit you had picked up as a kid and never let go of. You weren’t exactly the best at expressing yourself through words, your emotions felt like puzzle pieces that were impossible to put together. Jisung helped you figure out the words, and in return you helped him with his problems but of course he wasn’t here now and you had seemed to forget everything.

“I’m always here, even if you just need someone to listen.” He added softly with a small sigh as his eyes were trained on your weakening expression. He could tell you were struggling, but he wasn’t going to force you to talk.

He let out another sigh, rubbing the spot in between his eyebrows to ease some tension. “Don’t work too late, alright? I can’t have my best detective burnt out.” He spoke up again, trying to lighten the mood as a small chuckle escaped from his chest.

A small smile pulled at your mouth, his way of refreshing the atmosphere making you feel slightly better, more comfortable.

“I know, I won’t– Oh, and I wanna be working on Jisung’s case, please.” You spoke, looking at him with slight nervousness at the last part. You already figured what his answer would be, but it was worth asking.

“Absolutely not.” MInyun replied immediately, already heading out of your office without another word. He wasn’t annoyed at the request, he just knew you would pester him, and he definitely wasn’t going to stick around for that. You chuckled as he walked out with a shake of his head, turning round the corner until he was out of your sight. You turned around, looking at your desk with a heavy breath before shaking off any thoughts and clearing your mind as you moved round swiftly, taking a seat in the all too familiar chair.

You understood his perspective and why you weren’t allowed to work on the case, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try and be allocated as a detective on it. This was your job. You unpacked your bag– Well, taking out your half full water bottle and the singular pen you decided might be useful.

As your eyes scanned over the checklist that Minyun had left on your desk, you couldn’t help but longer on one of the bullet points. A while ago, you had been placed on a case about a missing boy. Ironic, right? That's besides the point. The boy had mysteriously gone missing, and it was a case you were working on with Jisung. Hwang Hyunjin. It was weird, he had only been missing for a month and you guys still had no evidence or idea what had happened, Although it had only been a month – And you were guaranteed to find more information down the line – A month was still a long time for a missing person.

Jisung was so interested in this case, rambling down your ear every second of the day about how peculiar it is or giving his own stupid theories. ‘Maybe he fell through a magic portal!’ The memory of his words echoes in your mind, encouraging a slight smile to tug at one corner of your lip.

“Pshh.. A magic portal..” You mumbled, shaking your head in disapproval and humour at the memory of what he had once told you. Jisung was a weird kid, always was and always will be. He constantly had his head in something, whether that be a new case or some stupid fantasy book. Not that you weren’t also interested in fantasy books, but that boy was downright obsessed.

One time, you bought him a book off his wishlist he’d been wanting to buy for a while for christmas. And you won’t believe what he did. He actually cried, real tears. You laughed at his reaction, giving your usual head shake as you patted him on the top of his fluffed up blonde hair.

You hadn’t realised how zoned out you had become until your eyes glanced at your phone. 12:34PM. You had been sitting here – daydreaming – for an hour. Maybe you should start working..

Despite loving your job as a detective, today's shift only seemed to drag on. You felt as though you had been working for days in a row even though you had taken an entire month off work to do nothing, lay in bed and contemplate your existence. Over, and over again. You realised you might not have been ready to come back to work yet when you dug through one of your desk drawers, eyes landing on a silly picture of you and Jisung. You ran one of your index fingers over his face, wiping the dust up. Oh, Jisung.. Where were you?

You felt your breath hitch in your throat that felt like it was closing up more and more by the second, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as you bit down on it in hopes your tears would shrink back into your lifeless eyes. You feared once they started, they would never stop.

The sound of items rattling, and wood slamming together echoed in your office space as you swiftly closed the drawer. With your elbows on your desk, head in your hands, you tried to take calming breaths like Jisung once taught you back in highschool. In for 5, hold for 4, out for 7 and repeat.

Your eyes squeezed shut, fingers curling into your hair as you dug your nails into your scalp. No, It’s okay. You got this. Right? You had been too focused on breathing normally to notice the tears that had already begun rolling down your face and soon enough, loud sobs were leaving your lips despite your palm trying so hard to muffle the pained noises. You tried to imagine Jisung beside you, telling you it’ll be okay and just to take a few deep breaths. You need him, you always have and you always will.

Minjun was already on his way down to your office after being informed of your arrival by other staff members when the sound of sniffling and hiccuping reached his ears, becoming louder the closer he got to your door. He let out a small, sorrowful sigh before cracking open your door and slipping inside. Once the door was closed, he silently moved to your side of the desk, careful not to frighten you as he grasped your upper arm and pulled you up to which you complied.

His arms wrapped over your shoulders, one of his calloused hands over the back of your head where he held you to his chest, the other hand rubbing soothing circles into your shaking back. He opened his mouth to speak his first words since entering the office, his own eyes closing as a small frown pulled at his eyebrows.

“We’ll find him. I promise.”

That was it. But you knew damn well that he meant it.

He sent you back home for the day. Instead of returning home to the pit you called your bed, you called your bestfriend Yeji to let her know that you had finished early for the day, so she could meet you now instead of later on as previously planned.

You stood outside the station, back against one of the brick walls as your eyes scanned the people passing whilst you waited for your brunette friend. You were a people watcher, and everyone close to you knew it– They were curious things, people. The next person who passed by, you thought about what they could be up to or where they were headed to. Were they going on a date? Or perhaps to the nearby hospital to see a loved one. The possibilities were endless, and you couldn’t help but to skim over as many as you could. You never knew what people were thinking or going through, which is why you always aimed to be kind. That was probably just the psychology major in you though, it definitely changed your perspective on life and those who roamed this planet.

You jumped at the sudden hand on your shoulder ripping you from the deep thoughts in your mind, body jolting slightly as your head twisting to the side to see who had interrupted.

“Hey, It’s just me.” Yeji mumbled, looking at you pityingly when she noticed the exhausted, zoned out look on your face. You knew what she was thinking even if she didn’t utter a word. ‘Damn, you look like shit.’ or maybe, ‘When was the last time you slept?’. Of course she would never say that to you, Yeji was too soft for all that brutal honesty stuff unlike you.

“Yeah I know, I look like shit.” You spoke as a half assed chuckle slipped past your lips. I mean, you weren’t wrong. You had no makeup on, revealing the dark eye bags under your usual sparkly and bright blue eyes full of life. Now they were just a way to see out of the lifeless vessel you were trapped in. Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic to say, but it doesn’t erase the fact that you felt like that.

“I– What? I never said that!” Yeji blurted out, stumbling over the words she tried to put together to sound believable. Although you knew she meant no harm – She never did – You decided on teasing her anyway.

“Oh yeah, sure you didn’t. But you thought it.” You spoke, hiding back a small teasing smirk that threatened to tug at the corners of your lips. You watched her expression change from panic, to slight annoyance but you could see the care behind it.

“Yah. That’s not funny– I care about you, you know?” She spoke, a silly and grumpy pout working its way onto her face at your playful nature despite everything going on.

Miraculously another chuckle, one that actually sounded real, escaped your mouth at the sight of her frustrated look. You lifted a hand, gently patting her shoulder before beginning to lead her away from the station and down the road. Not that you knew where you were planning on going.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I love you too.” Yeji smiled at that, walking at the same pace beside you now.

After a few minutes of walking with some light chatter and occasional giggles, both of you reached the usual cafe you would hang out at ever since you were teenagers. You always ordered the same thing - not exactly a fan of trying new things - an iced latte with 2 pumps of caramel. You always claimed coffee was too bitter for you, yet you’d accept any form of iced coffee when offered it.

“Have you– Have your co-workers found out anything about Hyunjin yet?” Yeji spoke, bringing you back to earth as you focused your attention on her instead of the window where you both took residency inside the cafe.

Shit. Hyunjin.

“Uh, no, I don’t think anyone has yet.. I’m sorry Yej..” You mumbled back, swirling your coffee around with the straw placed inside as you watched her expression fall into one of disappointment and.. Grief?

“He’s still alive.. He has to be– We’ll find him, Yej. I’ll find him” You spoke up a little more confidently now, trying to sound strong for her. There you go with that false hope again. Wow, you were surely giving out a lot of that recently huh?

“I-.. I know.. I refuse to believe he could be– My baby brother.. He wouldn’t die on me.” She shakes her head as the words tremble past her lips. You could see the slight glisten forming on her lash line. Reaching a hand over the table, you enveloped her hand inside yours as a way of showing silent support.

“He wouldn’t have just run away, right? I mean, he would have told me.” She spoke with a small dry laugh emitting from her throat.

“Of course he would have, you’re his sister. This is Hyunjin we are talking about for Christ's sake. He wouldn’t abandon anyone without saying anything– Unless they did something reasonably wrong.” You said, watching as Yejis mood began to increasingly lift, slight hope filling her eyes. A sigh of relief quietly escaped you as you gave her another soft smile.

“Yeah– Yeah.. Thanks Rubes..” You mumbles, giving the same soft smile back before retracting her hand and taking a swig of her now lukewarm coffee.

a/n; this chapter was lowkey depressing to write (for me), i hope you enjoyed it though! did you expect yeji and hyunjin to be siblings? is it too niche and stereotypical to add? maybe, but i wanted yeji to have depressing lore too (sorry for the self-projection🙏🏻)

thank you for reading this one! stick around for chapter 3 next week?

[explodingstar]

I Miss You Simon (Pt 2.)

Warnings: Choking, slight degrading

Pairings: Simon Riley x f!reader

You wake up and look at your phone through squinted eyes. “Ah fuck thats too bright.” You say as you immediately turn your phone brightness down. You look at the time and see it reads 10:35AM. You remember staying up last night being on the phone with Simon for over an hour then you recall him saying he would be home today. “Oh…OH NO” You get up in a hurry to take a quick shower because he said he would be back around 11 or so. You rush into the bathroom grabbing a quick change of clothes to get out of the lingerie you were wearing last night for him. As you toss it onto the tile floor and hop in the shower it actually hits you that he will be home in like 30 minutes. You can only imagine what hes going to do when he gets here. You smile to yourself as you wash your hair with a nice smelling floral shampoo and conditioner. You get out of the shower not even 10 minutes after getting in and get into some clean clothes. Just a tanktop with a pair of pants. 

You go into the kitchen to turn on the tea kettle so Simon can have some hot tea when he gets in. You know its his favorite. As you are making an egg and cheese biscuit for breakfast you hear the latch on the front door and heavy footsteps walk into the house. You look around the corner of the kitchen wall and see Simon putting his bag down. 

“Darling! Im home!” You run up to him and give him a big hug to which he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and walks into the bedroom. He still has all of his gear on, his mask, his vest, his boots, everything. “I missed you so much Simon!” You say with a giggle and a smile. “I missed you too darling” he says while leaning down to wrap his arms around you in a warm embrace. He walks into the bathroom and comes out a couple minutes later with the lingerie that you were wearing for him last night. 

“Put it on.” He demands. You grab it from him and start putting it on like he ordered. 

“Yes sir.” You change in front of him and grabs the front of his pants to adjust his hardening cock you would assume. 

“‘Atta good girl.” He picks you up by the hips and puts you on the edge of the bed and unzips his pants. He grabs the lace lingerie with each hand and rips it with ease. You smirk knowing how badly hes been waiting for this at least sense last night. You look down at him and see his erect cock slick with his precum. Before you could even think he grabs your thighs and pulls you up onto his cock with a growl escaping his lips underneath his mask. “Uugh Fuck..” Simon says as you roll your eyes back and close them letting out a moan yourself.

He puts one hand around your throat and one grabbing your hip as he continues to thrust into you. “S…Simon im going to c…cum!” You say between breaths as you hold onto his big muscular forearm. Don’t.. I’m not finished with you yet.” He says between his teeth. Your back arches off of the bed and he lets out a little chuckle as he looks down at your now dripping cunt. “Oh you just couldn’t wait could ya?”

Simon releases the hold he has on your throat and takes off his mask but continues to keep his pace. “Goddamn you’re such a needy bitch fa me” He starts fucking you harder and faster and you know hes about to reach his climax but you are too..again. You feel his grip tighten on your hips and you just know you’re going to have bruises on them later today. All of a sudden his hot sticky seed starts dripping out of your pussy and down between your legs as you cum at the same time. Simon slowly pulls out of you and zips his pants back up. 

“And thats for teasing me last night sweetheart.” He says with a grin.

“Well maybe I should tease you more often”

A/N: Part 2!! Yippie! If anyone has any requests please ask! I have a couple ideas yet I want to get done soon!

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Yippie! A wild Tokyo Debunker matchup writer! Anyway, hi. 🍊here. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like a romantic matchup pls. And maybe who'd be besties with me for ✨flavour✨

My MBTI + Enneagram: ENFP 9w1

My star sign is Gemini

Appearance: I am South Asian with straight black hair and tan skin. I usually tie into a low braid because I think it looks cute, and I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. I am 160 cm tall and pretty scrawny

Personality: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. Hell, I almost burned the eggs I was making for the first time. I have been working on my organizational skills though, and I’m happy to say that I’ve come a pretty long way. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time as revenge. I'm also good at math, so my friends come to me for help with that. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend. Lemme tell you, THAT really takes a toll on me. I also have a soft spot for unabridged fairytales (they high-key have me in a chokehold).

Some more lil' factoids about me: I wear my hair in a low braid because I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. My friends and family often told me my hands get pretty animated when I talk. I can also handle spicy food pretty well, which surprises a lot of my friends. I like to learn about my friends' interests so I can connect better with them. Also, I kin Paulina from the Thea Sisters.

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales, sweets (my favourite dessert is caramel pudding) and spending time with my older sister and friends

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to, literally or figuratively), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea or coffee (I cannot drink it unless it is sweetened or if I have it with a LOT of milk), but I do enjoy dark chocolate once in a blue moon.

Hi 🍊Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

You and Haru are both very family oriented and I think this is what would initially draw you to each other. You get how important family is to each other and want to be part of each other's families.

I think he would like being around you since you’re so upbeat. He’s pretty cheerful but if surrounded by people who aren’t (like Ren). You’re a nice change of pace.

Please read your favourite unabridged fairy tales to him and Peekabook! He might have to cover the creature’s ears once in a while since those old stories can be a bit graphic at times but they both really love it.

Haru definitely understands your dislike of people who threaten your family and friends. He knows how protective he gets over Peekaboo whenever Taiga comes around. At least now you can fend him off together.

He loves spending time with his family and friends as well and since you definitely fall into that category for him, you’re included in that quality time.

In Tokyo Debunker, I platonically match you with...

I think you and Sho would get along great as friends. Sure, he might tease you for talking with your hands but you can return the favour since I see him as someone who’s quite expressive when talking about something he’s passionate about as well.

He’s also going to tease you for being so scatterbrained but will help you out if you forget things. Just don’t expect him to ever say anything about it or take credit for you having everything you need when you know you forgot something in your room.

I can see you two playing video games together a lot. He doesn’t usually play them himself but is happy to be player two if you need one.

Since you don’t like confrontation, if you ever have a problem with someone, he’s more than willing to stand up and defend you. That’s his best friend they’re talking about! He’s not about to let any nasty comments slide.

Oh, he really can’t get away from spicy food enjoyers can he. As long as you don’t add hot sauce on everything though, he’s fine with it.

[chibishortdeath]

Had to remake this entire post cause I got gunk in my eye and set my phone down for two seconds to clean it and it crashed (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Anyway, unfortunately slightly less excited/passionate version of this post it is then ughhhhh

Explanations yippie!

I got requested by some friends to draw Simon with short shorts and so I delivered. Really happy with the anatomy on this one :3

Yes this is Fuma slapping his ass and yes it was also a request lol

Simon did not expect that—

But it was a welcome surprise ;3

Simon and Fuma are cuddling in this one! It’s a little hard to make out what’s going on with their arms and legs tho whoops

Just a doodle about the artstyle crisis I had a bit ago with his hair. It didn’t last long and I ended up going right back to drawing it how I usually do anyway, but it was an interesting concept to try. Maybe I’ll try it out again someday cause it looks nice, but ehhhh I just didn’t end up enjoying drawing it very much tbh (TwT ).

To pair with the first image, I drew Simon in his cursed era with short shorts too hehe :3. I also started adding little dark vein patterns to the curse in this doodle :O. I think it’s giving cursed a lot more than just the bloody scratchy patterns I usually draw.

I like to think that maybe if Simon succumbed to the curse he’d end up a vampire. I mean, it’d track with vampire folklore surrounding the vampires’ curse. There’s a lot of stories where the vampire, even when dead or buried, can still long distance drain and inflict someone with illness and the end stage of it is death and coming back as a vampire or other spirit/ghoul. Aughhhh I had a much better rant about this written before the crash but I just can’t replicate it properly aaaaaaa curse you memory problems (;_; ). I’ll have to rant about vampire folklore in a separate dedicated post eventually, it’s fun :)

Yay, pose practice :3! Also this one is never getting finished, the anatomy was too fun to cover with big clunky armor 😔😔😔

This one I am also so proud of X]. I think this is my best depiction of the effects of the curse yet tbh. I had an explanation of the traits I usually depict it having before the crash, so I’ll try to make another one. First things first, it drastically affects the healing process. Things just don’t close up properly or at all in most cases. Old scars tend to open back up a lot easier and this is in part because of the second major effect: rotting. Rotting is a very explanatory word when it comes to physical ailments, implying decay or necrosis! It usually starts at the extremities or around the edges of wounds with skin darkening, bleeding, and either a dryness or wetness, then spreads inwards and downwards or through the blood to other areas. Especially in extreme cases, which I think 6 whole years qualifies for 💀. Simon would probably have very fragile skin in the most affected areas and long story short his hands and feet are probably raw most of the time yikes, ouch, this poor guy :(. I imagine that he probably has some kind of Belmont specific regenerative and resistant ability that’s kept him from dying from it for so long, since they are kinda implied to be a little superhuman in some way. Which is probably a blessing and a curse in itself because on one hand it did allow him to live long enough to fix the problem, but on the other hand that had to absolutely suck (haha, Drac haha). I’ve explained other elements of it in another older post now that I think of it, so I might have to gather all this stuff together and make a more in depth post about it cause it’s really neat to talk about :3! I had like a huge special interest as a kid for injury and disease cause I started making ocs and ran into a bunch of “how to write realistic injury” posts and I’m glad for it cause it comes back any time I’m writing or drawing something that requires that knowledge. :)