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zoeykallus · 22 days

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Hello there!

Would you mind giving us something angsty? Like, Reader confesses her love to the batchers (and maybe Rex and Mayday?). They do feel the same, but they react in the wrong way somehow, so that reader gets hurt, but in the end there is something like a happy end? Like separate little short fics or one-shots.

I know that's probably a lot of work, so please don't feel pressured to do this.

Aloha! Yeah, I think I can do that 😊

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 1/7 - Tech

Warnnings: Love Confessions/Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

Masterlist Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

AC: I tried to tackle this one with the thought in mind that Tech is/might be in some autistic spectrum. Now please don't throw any stones at me, I have no real life experience on that subject, so I kinda wrote this one the way I feel Tech after almost three season.

You've had feelings for him for a while now. Your heart beats faster, you feel warm when he approaches you and your eyes meet. You could listen to him day and night, no matter what he talks about. You think a part of him knows this, must know it, because when he discovers something new and wants to tell someone about it, he usually comes to you automatically. Because you listen to him attentively, every time. Your feelings go beyond friendship, you long to be close to him, you miss him every second he's not around. But you know Tech is somehow different. Sometimes he's very forthcoming, seems to enjoy being around you, but other times, he's more distant, almost as if he's trying to keep you at arm's length, as if he can't handle your presence right now. You have no idea how exactly to assess this behavior, it often feels like a roller coaster ride. It's not always easy to deal with and adjust to. But you want to do the right thing, so you don't push him when you realize he's pulling away, even if it hurts.

But one day, you summon up all your courage. Tech and you are working on damage to the outer hull of the Marauder. Until just now, he was telling you about his idea to improve the alloy for the metal of the outer hull and how he plans to make certain modifications to the ship in the future. Now, however, there is a brief pause, and you continue to work in silence. Your gaze wanders thoughtfully from his helmet, which is resting on a toolbox behind him, back to him Your heart is pounding in your throat, your hands are even shaking a little as you decide to finally tell him, to tell him how you feel about him. "Tech?" His name comes over your lips, almost like a whisper. He heard you, though. Normally he would answer you and listen without looking up from his work, but something about the way you say his name catches his attention this time. He pauses, turns his head in your direction and looks at you, his eyes widening a little. "What's wrong?"

His gaze, those beautiful eyes, like dark brown amber. Your knees go weak. You try to hold his gaze, but every now and then, you blink and look to the side before looking at him again as you speak. "There's something I need to tell you" His brows move up questioningly. "Is it something important?" You hesitate for a second before saying, "I guess it's a matter of opinion. It's very important to me" Surprised, you watch as Tech puts down his tools and turns to you. "Then let me hear it," he says promptly. Now you have his undivided attention. Your stomach is tingling, your heart is doing wild tricks in your chest. Your mouth goes dry, and you hastily reach for the water bottle to take a few sips. As you put the bottle down, your hand trembles so much that you can barely put the bottle down properly. Tech doesn't miss this, of course, his brows draw together in concern, but he waits silently for you to tell him. "I have feelings for you," you suddenly say so quickly, with a look on your face as if you were ripping off a band-aid. Then you smile nervously, inwardly cursing at yourself.

He stands there, motionless, and looks at you. Occasionally he blinks. You don't know what you were expecting, but some kind of reaction would have been nice. You nervously hold your breath.

"Romantic?" he finally asks after what feels like an eternity.

You finally dare to breathe again. He sounds thoughtful, confused, maybe even overwhelmed, but you can't quite put your finger on it right now, your own thoughts and your heartbeat are so incredibly loud.

"Yes, Tech. You know, accelerated pulse when you're near me, tingly feeling in my stomach, the need to be close to you, to want to please you. Bittersweet nervousness..."

For a moment, he looks at you as if you have a rare disease that might be contagious, and your stomach tightens at the sight. You regret saying a single word. "I'm not sure how to deal with this," he says thoughtfully, averting his eyes, "I can't... process" You can't help but stare at him helplessly. You feel the blood drain from your face, and your whole body suddenly seems to become much heavier. You swallow and say in a helpless attempt to pretend everything is okay, "It's okay, Tech, we don't have to talk about it" You turn back to your work, avert your gaze, and you miss Tech's confused, questioning look as he asks, "Don't we have to? You said it's important to you" "No," you say and put the tool to work, "We don't have to, everything can just stay the way it was before" He looks at you silently for a while longer, lost in his thoughts, before resuming his work. _______ Over the next few days, you hardly speak a word, in fact you avoid him. You feel like an idiot, hurt and exposed. The thought that Tech knows about your feelings makes you feel like you're walking around naked and every one of his questioning, scrutinizing glances weighs heavily on you.

One evening, as you sit alone in the cockpit, you hear someone walk toward you, and by now you can already tell that Tech is approaching by the sound of his footsteps. You shrink into the co-pilot's seat and focus obsessively on the datapad in your hands. As he says your name, your shoulders shrink down, you try to make yourself even smaller, you don't look up as you answer, "Yes?" His voice sounds soft, but still in his very own matter-of-fact way, as he says, "A few days ago, when you told me about your feelings, you said we didn't have to talk about it and everything could be the same. But it's not. You're avoiding me, avoiding eye contact. I realized that my first reaction made you feel insecure, probably even gave you the wrong impression. I've come to the conclusion that nothing is the same as before and that there is a real need to talk about it" You sigh softly and ask, "Is there something on your mind?" Instead of answering, Tech leans down towards you. Surprised and a little startled, your eyes do wander in his direction. He kisses your cheek gently and chastely, then sits down in the pilot's seat.

Your fingers automatically move to the spot where his lips touched your cheek, leaving a soft, tingling sensation. You feel warm, but at the same time you are confused and can't help but stare at him questioningly. "After some time to process what I've heard, said and felt, I've realized that these feelings are apparently mutual. I hope that's not a problem" You blink several times and straighten up a little in your seat. A soft smile at the corners of your mouth. "That's not a problem, Tech, not at all" He nods, smiling. "Good, so we can explore this new territory together, right?" You resist the urge to fall around his neck, you know that Tech processes things differently, especially in the interpersonal sphere, that he takes longer and values physical contact very differently. You nod, your smile a little wider. "I'd love to, Tech," you say softly. Your heart almost leaps out of your chest with joy as he reaches for your hand, tentatively at first, but eventually with gentle determination. With a cautious smile, he says, "I hope you'll be patient with me" You laugh softly, gently, and beam at him as you reply, "I have all the time in the world for you, Tech"

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coldfanbou · 10 months

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Mail Order Maid

Now this is a pop-up I would want. Here is the other fic I decided on for the week. I really got airhead vibes from Momo because of this picture.

Length 2K

Momo x Mreader

Browsing the internet with nothing to do, you flick through web pages and switch between apps until a notification pops up and covers your screen. "Congratulations! You've won a prize of your choice. Please make your selection." You had yet to click on anything to warrant a pop-up, but there it was. The ad was there to stay, too, as you tried to find the button to close it. A little annoyed that you can't find it after a few minutes, you restart your phone. It doesn't help; the ad reappears as soon as you unlock it. You sigh, scroll down to the bottom of the page, and click on the prize selection button. You see a bunch of small items that were pretty useless to you. You click on the mystery object, and the ad goes away on its own. You think how weird that was before putting it out of your mind.

A few days later, a knock on the door sends you running toward it, expecting to have your new laptop waiting for you. At the front door, the delivery hands you a paper to sign; without a thought, you sign it and hand it back. He wishes you good luck before walking away with a dolly. You look outside to see a giant box. Turning in the delivery man's direction, he's out of sight, and you're left with the giant box. The box is heavy and impossible for you to move by yourself. "The least he could've done would be to leave it inside," you think to yourself. You try to pull it forward with your hands on either side of the box. You do this a few more times before the front of the box completely breaks off. As you look inside the box, you're surprised to see a woman sitting inside. She waves to you with a smile on her face. "Who are you? Why are you in a box? How long have you been in there?" You ask as you pepper the woman with questions.

"I'm Momo! It's nice to finally meet you, Master." The woman climbs out of the box, and you get your first good look at her. She has what looks to be a bandana wrapped around her head, and as your eyes move downward, they're immediately attracted to her ample bust. A shoulderless crop top squeezes her breasts together while the rest of her outfit consists of overalls.

"Master? What are you talking about?"

"You're my master, aren't you?" Momo looks toward your door and reads the address. Pulling out a piece of paper from between her breasts, she unfolds it before showing you. "No, this is definitely the right place. You're my Master." You read the paper, which has your name and address written on it. You think it's a prank at first, but a partial receipt shows you someone paid a considerable amount to ship Momo to you. It only gave you enough information to figure that out and nothing else."What do you want to do first, Master?"

Momo's question gets your attention, and you look back at her. She smiles at you, looking into her eyes; there's not a thought behind them. "I…get inside, please."

"Okay!" Momo says as she walks into your home. She looks around the place before sitting down on your couch. You close the front door and stare at Momo. She looks back at you and blushes. "Don't look at me like that, Master…but if you really want to… we can do it."

"What? No. How did you get here?"

"In the box?" Momo responds, trying to understand why you would ask. "Master, you need to relax. I can give you a massage if you'd like." She says as she stands up and walks to you.

"No, I don't need a massage." You try to slap away Momo's hands, but she pushes through. Once her hands reach your shoulders, you feel your stress melt away instantly and can't argue with her. Momo gets around behind you, massaging your shoulders and pressing her tits against your back.

"It’s okay, Master." Momo calmly states. Her massage relaxes you, and you forget to ask her any questions. It was as if Momo had some special power. You tilt your head back, glancing at Momo only to see her smile. "Let's go to the shower. I can give you a better massage there." You nod your head, and Momo leads you to the bathroom. She strips you of your clothes and asks you to sit on the chair in the shower. You do as instructed and watch as Momo strips out of her clothes. She pulls off her bandana, letting her hair fall down. After that, she unlatches the button holding her overalls and lets the piece of clothing fall to the floor. Your eyes move up her legs until you see she isn't wearing underwear. Her pink pussy was out for you to see; her thighs were getting wet from her nectar. You get hard and unconsciously stroke your cock. As your eyes move upward, you catch Momo lifting her crop top, her breasts bouncing as her shirt pops above them. Once Momo's eyes reach you, they wander down and notice you're stroking yourself. "Master, let me."

She steps into the shower and kneels before you. Her hand replaces yours; her soft, delicate fingers wrap around your shaft before she starts stroking your cock. "You're so hard, Master. Don't worry; I'll take good care of you." You start groaning, each stroke pushing you closer to your orgasm. Once precum starts to leak from your cock Momo takes a tiny lick at the tip of your cock. A jolt of pleasure rushes down your spine, and you moan loudly. Momo uses her other hand to start the shower, causing water to rain down on both of you. Following that, it finds its place by playing with your balls, squeezing them gently. "Master, you have a lot here. I'll make sure to drain you." Momo takes another lick at the head of your cock. She pauses momentarily, leaning down to kiss it before pushing your cock inside. Your new servant keeps her lips wrapped tightly around your cock, and uses her tongue to flick the head.

"Oh fuck. You're so good at this, Momo," you moan. You push on the back of her head gently, and Momo takes in more of your cock without a problem. Her hand plays with your balls as she starts to bob her head. When you look down, you see her eyes looking back at you, pleading for you to release your stress. You hold on a little longer, your cock twitches in her mouth, and seeing you weren't going to let yourself cum, Momo pushes your cock into the back of her throat. As you hit the back of her throat, you let go and spurt rope after rope of cum. Momo's mouth fills up quickly; her cheeks puff out as they fill with cum. The salty liquid leaks from the corners of her mouth before she can drink it all. The falling water clears away your cum before Momo has a chance to collect it all.

She moves on. However, Momo stands and starts riding your thigh as she presses her breasts against you. Grabbing some soap, Momo lathers her breasts and uses them to massage your body. You feel her grind her lower body on your thigh and hear her soft moans. "I'll take good care of you, Master." Her hard nipples drag along your chest, and you start to get hard again. She feels your cock poke her legs and smiles at you. "My Master has so much energy," Momo says as she moves forward and straddles you. Your cock is trapped between your stomach and her cunt as Momo grinds against you. Your hands start to wander around Momo's body, moving down her sides before you squeeze her ass. Momo jumps a little but giggles. "Master's so naughty." Momo's breaths become labored as you continue to play with her ass. Small moans start to leave her as she rubs her cunt against you.

"Momo, ride me." You say, commanding her.

"Yes, Master," Momo replies as she lifts herself. You rub your cock against her entrance before pulling Momo onto it. Momo's back arches as you push more of your cock in. Her warm walls are wrapped snugly around your cock; it feels as if Momo was made for you. Momo moans loudly as she finally takes your entire cock inside. She wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder as you begin thrusting. "Ahh, Master, you're so big."

"Do you like your Master's cock?"

"I-I love it. It's the only one for me." Momo replies as she presses her chest against you.

"Good, you'll be getting a lot more of it." You moan as you start to thrust faster. You're holding onto Momo's waist, pushing her down as you buck your hips. With every thrust, you're slamming against her cervix, making Momo a quivering mess. Her walls tighten around your cock as she begins to cry out from the pleasure. You're pushing ever closer to your orgasm when you decide to kiss Momo. Her eyes shoot open, but as you hold the kiss, she begins to accept it. You begin to explore her mouth as your tongues rub against each other.

"Mmm, Master. I'm going to cum." She says in muffled tones. You spank Momo suddenly, causing her to yelp in pain.

"We're going to cum together; hold it."

"Yes, Master." She moans as you give her another hard strike. You stand up and press Momo against the shower wall, her legs wrap around you, and she places her hands on your shoulder. Being pinned between the wall and you leaves Momo as a fuck doll for you. You start ramming your cock deep within Momo, your thrusts going wild. Momo starts to dig her nails into your skin. "Master, please cum. I-I can't hold it much longer."

"Hold on a little bit longer."

"I-I can't!" Momo cries as her legs tighten around you, and she orgasms. Her walls squeeze your cock, coaxing you. You give a few more thrusts before you follow Momo's lead and climax. You bury your cock in Momo, painting her walls white as you spew hot cum into her. Capturing her lips once more, Momo weakly returns it, her chest heaving and her legs dangling as she recovers. You move back and sit down, keeping Momo attached to you. You enjoy the feeling of her cunt trying to milk you for more. Some minutes pass before you lift Momo off you. After you shut off the water, you take your cock and point it toward Momo.

"Please clean me, Momo." Momo nods along. She takes your cock in hand and drags her tongue along your shaft. Before letting go and letting your cock slap her face. She smiles to herself before taking your cock in hand again and cleaning you up. Her tongue swirls around your cock as Momo bobs her head. Once clean, she kisses your tip and tries to stand up. She nearly tumbles, but you steady her. Cum drips out from her cunt and runs along her leg. "Take a shower if you'd like, Momo." You say as you place her on the seat you used earlier.

"Thank you, Master." You leave the shower and dry yourself off. As you wait for Momo to come out, you think about the situation again. Whatever the reason for Momo to show up, you wouldn't fight it. You had a maid now that would take care of your needs. Momo soon emerges from the shower, and you order her onto your lap.

"Momo, I'm your master, right?"

"Yes,"

"Good. Then you're not allowed to wear clothes here. I want to have access to your body whenever I want."

Momo blushes, "If that's my master's order. I have to follow it." She stands up and drops her towel to the floor. You were going to enjoy your new life with your servant.

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yanderecrazysie · 5 months

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Galeophobia (Kirishima)

Please don’t request any phobias. I just felt like making this for fun.

Be kind to me, I'm still not good at writing NSFW

Title: Galeophobia

Pairings: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, mershark Kirishima, pirate reader, marking, NSFW, NON-CON, belly bulge, excessive cum

Phobia: The fear of sharks

Normally, the setting sun is something that makes you smile, its beautiful pink-and-orange hues are a feast for the eyes. Here and now? It feels as though it is taunting you as your water sloshes over the deck of your sinking ship.

How can nature be so beautiful, yet so cruel?

The storm is completely gone- there’s no sign that it ever happened. No sign, save for one wooden ship taking on water. The jolly rogers above you wave feebly in the light wind before crumbling in on themselves as even the air falls silent. You sigh wearily.

After all the danger you’d put yourself in to get rich, sinking serenely in the middle of calm waters, all of your comrades having fled on lifeboats. Leaving the captain to go down with the ship.

It’s a dumb tradition that the pirates of your country take part in, you thought dully, so why did I bother following it? You wished you weren’t quite so honorable.

The water ripples below your lazy perch on the ship’s front railings, now reaching past the deck and slowly inching towards you. Somewhere off in the distance, you see something shimmer in the sunset’s pink-tinged water.

You squint, confused, as something bright red begins rising in the clear water right below you, on the end of your ship and the open ocean. Water breaks at the surface as the crimson object reveals itself to be spiky hair on the head of a handsome tan-skinned man with equally-red, intense eyes.

At first, you think he must be dead. After all, how else could there be someone out here in the middle of the ocean, unless they were from a ship already sunken below? But no, the man gazes at you with a lively expression, smiling brightly at you as though he’s never been so happy to see someone else.

The next conclusion fills you with hope: there must be land nearby! Surely he had swum from an island to your ship. But how far away was it? You look in every direction and see nothing but water.

“Where do you come from?” You ask urgently, “It’s not too far is it? I’m not a strong swimmer.”

The man laughs loudly, “Don’t worry, I got you, babe.”

You wrinkle your nose at the pet name but hold your tongue. After all, this redhead was the only thing between you and the bottom of the ocean.

He holds out his arms as though he’s ready to catch you, “Come on down, babe. I don’t bite. Much.”

He flashes you a smile and you gasp. His teeth are unnaturally sharp and triangular, nothing like a human’s. For the first time, you feel a sense of foreboding and your heart pounds in your chest.

Your gaze falls below his bare abs under the water and you’re shocked to see that instead of bare legs, there’s gray and white smooth skin that ends in a sharp fish tail. From the shape and the earlier glance at his teeth, you surmise he’s some sort of shark merman. Not human, in any case.

“What are you?” You shriek, wrapping your arms around your legs protectively, all too aware of how close the water was to you now.

The shark-man grins, flashing those sharp teeth at you once more, “My name’s Kirishima. What’s yours, babe?”

“Stay away from me, you fish freak!” You seethe, pulling your compass from your pocket and heaving it at him as hard as you can. It bounces off his chest with a thunk but he doesn’t so much as flinch. “Wait until after I’ve drowned to eat me!”

Kirishima sighs, a soft pout to his features as he tells you, “List babe: you’re either coming down on your own or you’re going to sink.”

The reality of the situation dawns on you just as you feel water licking at your toes. You were going to be eaten by this half-shark, half-man creature. All that would be left of you would be your bones on the bottom of the ocean, alongside your trusty ship.

Hot tears prick your eyes as you let yourself slide off the railing into the water. If my death is coming, then let it be quick, you thought sadly.

Kirishima blinks in surprise before a smile spreads across his face. This time, his lips are pulled over those vicious teeth, and you can’t help but think it’s a little cute. He reaches his hand out to brush away a few stray tears, but that just causes more to spill.

Strong arms wrap around you and you close your eyes, ready for death. It doesn’t come. Instead, Kirishima nuzzles into your neck, cooing softly into your ear as he holds you close.

He pulls you away from the sinking ship, most of which is already underwater. Your first and only ship- you feel more tears slip down your cheeks. It’s gone now, there’s no getting it back.

“Shh, it’s alright, babe.” Kirishima shushes you softly as he swims farther away, tugging you along through the water. You shiver in his grasp and he takes notice, stopping immediately to run his hands over your body, “Oh man, you’re cold all over.”

The grin that cracks across his face is mischievous and predatory at the same time, “I know how to fix that.”

Something cold and hard brushes against your butt and your heart stops all together before it starts up tenfold again. Don’t tell me he means…

Incredibly sharp teeth pierce through the skin on your neck and you let out a scream. Warm blood pools on the surface as he sucks gently before releasing with a pop. He takes a look at his handiwork- at the wound swelling on your neck- and has the audacity to look proud.

Kirishima presses against you as he begins peeling your clothes from your skin. Something very large and very hard pokes against your thighs and, although you cannot see it, you already have an idea of what it is. Curiosity has you briefly wondering if it looks like a human’s or not.

You don’t have a chance to look down at it from the angle he’s holding you but, once he tears your pants from your body in a violent, eager motion, you quickly get to know what it feels like. It seems to be shaped the same as any human male’s dick, but it’s much larger than what you thought was possible.

The bulbous head pushes against your unguarded pussy, pressing and pressing until pop- it forces its way inside. You expected unimaginable pain, but you’re instead overrun with pleasure.

The cock fills you out with each inch shoved deeper. It stretched your insides out and, when you look down, you see a visible bulge in your stomach. He’s crammed into you so much your little human body can barely take it.

Kirishima holds you still while he forces his shark cock deeper and deeper. The bulge in your belly is bigger than ever when he comes to a stop. Unconsciously, your hand moves and puts a hand over the bump in your stomach and you hear the man behind you moan with pleasure as you accidentally massage his cockhead.

The thrusts begin, more brutal than you could ever anticipate. Kirishima uses his arms to keep you in place while he fucks into you, tearing apart your vagina and womb easily with his monster cock.

You writhe with pleasure, barely able to move from your positioning but trying all the same. It’s all too much- his dick is pressed up against every nerve and pleasure spot you have, each thrust hits all the right places.

Kirishima grabs your hips and bend your body a little, moving you into a position where he can fuck you even deeper and harder. It isn’t long before you come undone on his cock, twitching and spasming from the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

Your pulsating walls prove to be too much for the redhead, and he follows you shortly after. His cum floods your insides, inflating your belly a little around the bulge and filling you so completely that some escapes around his cock and into the water around you, making the water turn more milky than clear.

Your eyes roll back in your head as he rolls his hips, getting out those last few drops of cum. His giant cock finally softens and slips out, dirtying the water even more with the cum that escapes your stuffed-full womb.

“Yeah, I’m keeping you.” Kirishima says, grinning widely as he pulls you close. You don’t bother fighting it as he gives a kick of his tail and takes off swimming with you snug in his arms.

You can feel cum still rushing out of you as he whisks you away to wherever it is he plans to keep you.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia #yandere kirishima #kirishima eijirou #tw noncon

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ninjago-oc-appreciation · 2 months

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Ninjago Oc Secret Summer 2024!

What is a Secret Summer? - It's basically a Secret Santa (A secret gift giving event) but in Summertime/Not-December instead! - For this event, you'll be secretly assigned someone to draw/write a gift for based around their oc(s) - It's very important that no one knows that you are making them a gift and vice versa, that you don't know who is making you a gift!

Are there any rules?

- Absolutely no N/S/F/W or Suggestive content is permitted for prompts, gifts, or references. This is /not/ an 18+ event.

- No direct contact with the person you're making a gift for; you can communicate through me or someone helping run the event, or ask through anon on tumblr if you can.

- No AI art/writing, Gacha edits, face claims, picrews, or bases will be permitted for oc reference submissions or gifts.

- Oc x Canon and Oc x Oc ships are 100% allowed.

- Fankids, sonas, and self inserts are also allowed; my only rule is that fankids of Lloyd x Canon ships are not permitted.

- Please respect requests regarding holiday or seasonal preferences when making a gift. Don't depict an oc participating in a holiday or seasonal activity that the creator asked not be depicted. - For the art portion, you must draw the character(s) you were assigned and they must be visible (feel free to ask for clarification).

How many ocs can be submitted total? - Three ocs can be submitted but only one is required.

What will I need for sign ups? - Refs or art that show a clear, colored depiction of your oc - OR at least two pieces of writing for said oc (does not need to be a whole fic. Could easily just be a quick blurb showing how they're written as a character) - Basic Information/Fun Facts about your character. This can be background information, relationships, likes/dislikes, age and height, personality, etc. - Suggestions or prompts for your gift giver. Stuff to help get their brain going. - Your blog name (not the name you go by but the url name. Like @/Ninjago-Oc-Appreciation, for example. Make sure it's a tumblr url, and not from any other social media).

What's the General Timeline for this event? - Sign ups will be rolling out April 14th and will remain open until the 21st. Requests can be made for small extensions if needed. - Assignments will be made sometime after the sign up forms close; posting week will begin late June (exact date to be announced with sign ups) - There will be exactly one week designated as a late period at the start of July.

How do I sign up? - In April, I'll post a google document where you can submit your ocs! There will be one for writing and one for art! - Please reach out to me after signing up in some way. This can be through messages, asks, comments, etc. In the past we've had issues with the forms, where they'd "eat' a submission, and I'd like to know when to check to make sure this doesn't happen again.

Event Tags

- We'll be using #NOSS2024, #NinjagoOcSecretSummer2024, and #SecretNinja2024 as tags for this event!

That's all! If you have any questions feel free to let me know, I tried to cover everything but I may have missed something!

Feel free to reblog this post and share with people who might be interested!

#ninjago oc #ninjago ocs #Ninjago #ninjago events #NOSS2024 #ninjago secret santa #Ninjago secret summer #SecretNinja2024 #Ninjagoocsecretsummer2024 #Aries posts #Aries talks #Idk my talking tag

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madhatterbri · 4 months

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Wild, Uncharted Waters | K.M.

Summary: Kol wants to meet the witch that saved his life. Once he does, he meets someone willing to support him against his brother. Set during the early 1900s in New Orleans.

Author's Note: Uncharted can also be used figuratively to refer to unfamiliar situations in general.

Kol didn't remember much from the night he fell from the ship into the Mississippi River. A powerful storm that night caused him to hit his head against the mast. He stumbled before falling into the water. The next thing he remembered, he was lying on his back in the dirt. The sun shined after a woman above him.

Ever since that day, he had been looking all over for her. First, he started by visiting the riverbank as often as he could. He hoped she left something behind but couldn't find anything a witch would own. Next, he turned his attention to New Orleans.

She was muttering a spell with her hand hovering over his mouth. Her eyes were closed, so she didn't know he awakened. He could hear the pleading in her voice. He felt that his death would be a great loss to her somehow.

The witch was using old magic to remove the water from his lungs. Kol coughed and turned to his side. Water poured out of his mouth. A series of coughing fits followed as his lungs fought for oxygen. He turned to thank the mysterious woman, but she was gone.

He didn't have much to go by. The sun cast an angelic glow around her, making it hard to see her. The vampire cursed himself for not being quicker to get her name.

His brothers ridiculed him about his search mission. They thought he was a fool. The vampire must have drunk too much that night. The only person who seemed to believe him was his sister. Ever the fan of love, she listened to his ramblings about the witch.

One day, he went out for a walk. He had to clear his mind. Maybe his brothers were right. He would truly never see her again. Kol found himself on the bank where he first met her. Something caught his attention by the river.

A woman sat a couple of yards away on the bank. Her arm outstretched with her eyes closed. She muttered a spell. He noticed the river water starting to rise as if she were going to flood the city. Her voice sounded just like the witch that saved him. Feeling validated, he ran to her and stood behind her.

"You," he whispered. She jumped and stood up. Her eyes widened in fear. The water fell back to its original spot behind her. "You are a river witch. That's how you saved me,"

"I must leave. We aren't ready," you informed him. Before he had the chance to plead for you to stay, you sprinted in the opposite direction from him.

"Wait, please, I am not going to hurt you," he called out to you. He sighed in frustration and ran. In the blink of an eye, you ran into him. He used to vampire speed to stand before you. "What are you not ready for?"

"Your family is going to drive out the witches of New Orleans," she spoke bitterly.

"I would never push the witches out of New Orleans. I respect the witches as my equals," he defended and placed his hands in the air.

"We know that is why we intend to fight alongside you against your brother,"

#fanfiction #the originals #the originals fanfiction #kol imagine #kol the originals #kol mikaelson fanfiction #kol tvd #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader

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allwaswell16 · 8 months

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in September 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #54 | ko-fi | fic recs

—Harry/Louis—

🍁 And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 109k, famous/not famous) For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him? For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart? And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

🍂 Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 44k, mystery) Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

🍁 Endgame by @brightgolden

(E, 38k, royal au) Where omega Crown Prince Harry Styles is trying and failing to get pregnant for four years, but all that is about to change when courtesan alpha Louis Tomlinson comes into the equation.

🍂 That Howling Infinite by @sweettartine

(E, 27k, uni) the one where Louis and Harry fall in love while reading Moby Dick.

🍁 Might've Took The Long Way by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(M, 21k, exes to lovers) Now Harry is back in town, and no matter how many times Louis tells himself they can't be together, they keep falling right back into each other.

🍂 Ace of Hearts by @allwaswell16

(E, 10k, historical) Louis Tomlinson, the alpha Duke of Yorkshire, had returned to England to stay now that he’d married and mated. But since his husband was also the omega he’d once held captive aboard his half-brother’s pirate ship, he held back from pushing Harry into parenthood. Part 3 of Ace of Spades

🍁 Feels Like Magic by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(M, 10k, Marcel) It's been two incredible years with the best boyfriend Marcel could ask for, but is his biggest fear starting to become a reality? Has it really all been too good to be true? Part 2 of Marcel

🍂 Light Up Any Room by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(E, 10k, Marcel) Marcel is a little nervous about having to give a speech at the library’s annual charity gala, but thankfully he has Louis right by his side supporting him. And later that night, Louis shows Marcel just how proud of him he is. Part 3 of Marcel

🍁 In Shining Armour of Trackie and Trainers by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 9k, famous/not famous) Online dating isn't exactly working for Harry. In fact, it couldn't really be going much worse. But then the door of the bar opens, and the pack of friends walking in parts and - that’s Louis Tomlinson.

🍂 Court Wine by @enchantedlandcoffee , red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

(T, 7k, a/b/o) after a misunderstanding during a scrabble game, Alpha Louis starts courting Omega Harry without the latter being aware of it.

🍁 I Remember (The Distances We Covered) by @lululawrence

(NR, 5k, famous/not famous) @ColleenisStylish: @LouisTomlinson my dad thinks he’s sat next to you on a train from Edinburgh right now, so if you could confirm that would be amazing. His name is Harry and he’s just had white wine and says you’re on red

🍂 U-Pop Truck Stop by @kingsofeverything

(E, 4k, truckers) After driving their big rigs all day, Harry and Louis park at the same truck stop.

🍁 Eyes so blue, Shorts so red by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(G, 2k, alien Harry) Alien Harry discovers poetry.

🍂 Tongue Tied by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(G, 1k, roommates) “I wish that I could tell Harry that I love him, instead of getting all tongue tied and chickening out.” The Irishman winked. “You never know, your wish may just come true.”

🍁 Enemies to Lovers by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 1k, poem) There's something happening at Styles' place. Louis can sense it. He's good like that.

🍂 My Muse by skipper / @skipperxao3

(NR, 1k, older Harry/Louis) My love, my life, my everything. Until the day I die, you will never cease to be my muse.

🍁 The Lovers by @reminiscingintherain

(T, 1k, tarot cards) “Come inside,” an eerie voice seemed to echo from the darkness. “Come inside, and seek your destiny.”

🍂 Are We In the Clear by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox

(M, 1k, historical) Louis and Harry meet across a crowded court at a time when falling in love would mean their destruction. With help from a friend, they run for their freedom.

🍁 Gaydar Lessons by @homosociallyyours

(G, 1k, girl direction) While standing around after softball practice for the company's women's softball team, Harry gets caught (and caught up) in staring at Louis as she eats a ripe, juicy peach. If only she could be certain that Louis was into women.

—Rare Pairs—

🍂 You Are A Song by @lululawrence

(NR, 3k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) To Louis, Nick felt like poetry in motion. He was a bit of chaos surrounding Louis’ otherwise monotonous days, and Louis was quickly becoming addicted.

🍁 bet on it by @nouies

(E, 2k, Louis/OMC) a fic inspired by Louis at the barricade during AFHF

🍂 you are the magic in me by @beardyboyzx

(NR, 2k, Zayn/Liam) Zayn is eight when he meets the Prince for the first time. His dad is being knighted — the King has seen the way he fought to defend his village from the enemies of the Kingdom and has decided to gift him a piece of land and a title.

#28th appreciation #ficrec #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #trackinghome #ficsfor4am #tracksintheam #1dsource #hltracks

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Happy Valentine's Day Everyone! 💙❤

Of course, I had to do something Jameward for the occasion. Even though this meme is literally called "Understand my Ship in 5 Minutes", I still wanted to include some commentary/headcanons because I've been DYING to talk about them forever. So if you're interested, read on under the cut!

(Also, please note that the interpretation of the characters depicted here is specifically for my AU, TTTE: Sudrian Boys)

NAMES: For the sake of making sure their names fit in the boxes, I used the last names they picked for themselves before they got married. When they do eventually get legally married, they'll combine their last names together (a conclusion they got to after much bickering). So respectively, they will be James and Edward Hughes-Pettigrew.

GENDER + SEXUALITY:

James is GAY. GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY. Sorry not sorry, but there is not a woman-liker bone in his body.

Edward, on the other hand is bi. Part of me thinks he tends to prefer the company of men, but maybe that's just because there's significantly more male engines on Sodor. Also he is nonbinary. This will be something I explore later. But to summarize, Edward never felt entirely male in the strict sense that humans define it. However, he felt the need to be the consistent, steady, "old reliable" his peers saw him as, so he never questioned what others chose to call him. This changed when "The Great Shift" happened (aka, the engines learning to shift into a human-like form). Edward saw an opportunity to experiment with his presentation, and so he had a brief stint where he tried going in the opposite direction, presenting as a woman named Alice. As fun as it was, however, he found that it didn't feel quite right either. To him, "Edward" was where he felt most at home. He's not a man or a woman, he is just "Edward". Edward uses "he/they" pronouns because those feel the most neutral to them.

HORNY LEVEL: I will not be elaborating.

AWKWARDNESS LEVEL: I don't think Edward and James ever really had an "awkward phase". Before they got together, they always felt comfortable with each other as close friends would. They never really had that thing of "oh I want to tell him I like him but I also don't want him to know". Edward always knew he liked James, he just didn't say anything because he didn't think James was interested. And once James admitted to himself that he liked Edward, he confessed and it was all smooth sailing from there. To be honest, not much changed when they moved from "close friends" to "boyfriends". They still act like close friends, just with added kissing privileges.

JEALOUSY LEVEL: At the point where they're at in their relationship right now, both James and Edward are pretty secure, so it's rare for either of them to act jealous.

From Edward's perspective, he knows that James is young (relatively speaking) and very attractive, so it's hardly surprising to see that other people would try to flirt with him. There's a small pang of jealousy that comes from him thinking James would have preferred someone younger or stronger, but that quickly goes away once he sees James return to being on his arm and very proudly proclaiming he's already spoken for.

From James's perspective, he thinks Edward is the real catch between the two of them. Plus, it's not often that other people would try to shoot their shot with the silver fox. So when other people do try to get a little too close for comfort, James would certainly be stewing in jealousy. If the feeling gets to a certain point, he'd probably make himself known. But once they get home, the situation gets explained out, and they're cuddling on the couch with a blanket and some tea, James finds he can let go of the jealous feeling relatively quickly.

BIG SPOON/LITTLE SPOON: Majority of the time, James is the little spoon. He likes to be held and Edward LOVES holding him. James's favorite thing is when Edward keeps their hand on his chest. But occasionally, they do switch places, especially if Edward has a particularly hard day. Sometimes Old Iron wants to be cuddled too.

LENDS/BORROWS CLOTHES: Both of them tend to steal borrow clothes from each other, but under different circumstances.

At home, it's relatively commonplace to see Edward walking around in one of James's pants, shirts, or even his prized red coat. But more often than not, these are cases of Edward just picking them up of his own accord and James just letting him have it.

Outside, it's James who more actively does the borrowing and Edward who does the lending. James likes to go out ✨IN STYLE✨ without taking into consideration pesky things like the weather. So when James (inevitably) gets cold at night, Edward is the one to lend him his jacket.

PET NAMES: They don't use pet names often, but they do use some of the more basic ones on occasion. For James, Edward would sometimes call him "Jamie", "darling", "dear", or his personal favorite, "love". James usually calls Edward by his full name because Edward prefers it, but sometimes he might slip in an "Eddie", "baby", or a "kitten" in there just to make the old man flustered.

AFFECTION THROUGH WORDS/ACTIONS: This one might seem paradoxical, but let me explain.

James is more receptive to affection through words because he's used to being dismissed. In his worst moments, he can be pretty down on himself as his insecurities eat away at him. At times like these, Edward knows exactly what to say to help James pick himself back up again. It's especially meaningful because Edward absolutely means everything he says. He's not the type to lie just to make James feel better. He's honest and straightforward. If James did something wrong that needs calling out, Edward will tell him (politely of course). So when Edward tells James that he's wonderful or that he's a "really splendid engine", he 100% means it. And you can tell from just the look in his eyes that Edward loves his red boyfriend SO DAMN MUCH.

Conversely, Edward is more receptive to affection through actions. Edward is always the one out caring for everyone else and tends to forget to care for himself too. But at the same time, he's very much the type to never ask for help (even if he needs it). James knows this, so he goes the extra mile to help take some of the load off. If Edward is especially tired one day, James will step up and do Edward's share of the housekeeping without being asked. He'll volunteer to go supervise Bill and Ben so that Edward can take a day off. He'll fix up a warm bath for Edward after a hard day. Anything to make sure Edward is taken care of, James will do it. Not only that, but James is also the one planning most of their dates. ;)

CONFESSING:

Edward NEVER had any plans to confess to James. Romantic relationships are uncommon amongst engines since there's no real use for them. Plus, he didn't think James would be interested in a plain old iron like himself (as he views himself anyway). So Edward was just content to just feel his feelings and never act on them.

James, on the other hand, took several years to both realize and accept that he was in love with Edward. But once he got to that point, he confessed fairly quickly. Sure, there was a normal amount of hesitation and worry that Edward might not feel the same. But he was about 90% sure that Edward loved him back so he didn't end up worrying that much leading up to the confession.

CAN'T DRIVE LOL: Even as engines, they can't drive themselves. Plus, they know trains are the superior way to travel. So if they ever need to go somewhere while shifted into humans, they just catch one of their friends' trains. I don't think they've ever even sat in a car before.

COOKING: Edward loves to cook (especially baking). It was one of the first hobbies he picked up after learning how to shift and he would often make meals to share for the entire Steam Team. James, on the other hand, can cook, but not nearly as well as Edward. He doesn't know as many dishes as Edward. Even the ones they both know, James's, for some reason, aren't as good. The only time James would ever take over cooking is if Edward is feeling too exhausted to do so. There's a mutual acknowledgement between them (and also the rest of the Steam Team) that Edward is the superior chef (and he also enjoys it more). So if he can help it, James prefers to leave the cooking to Edward.

PDA: James absolutely LOVES PDA. He will take literally every opportunity he can to dote on Edward in public so that the entire island knows that they're together, much to Edward's embarrassment. Edward secretly loves the PDA too, and he appreciates how proud James is to be his boyfriend (and later husband). But Edward would never admit it. He tries really hard to at least appear decent in public. That said, when the opportunity arises, Edward does like getting to flip the script and fluster James in front of onlookers.

OVERPROTECTIVE/CHILL GOING: Both are more than reasonably protective over each other, but for different reasons and under different circumstances.

James gets into accidents relatively often, usually as the result of his own dumbassery. So Edward has gotten to a point where he's not too concerned if James winds up in an accident again. He'll still worry a little and warn James to be more careful next time, but Edward knows after a trip to the Steamworks that his boyfriend will be good as new again.

It's when they're shifted into humans when Edward becomes more protective of James.

Because of the way James looks, it's unfortunately not uncommon for James to get harassed while shifted as a human. When this happens, Edward goes into full protective mode to make sure his beloved stays safe. Thankfully, it doesn't happen too often. But it does happen often enough that Edward feels like he has to keep close watch of James while they're traveling after nightfall.

James, on the other hand, always has a bit of worry for Edward at the back of his mind. He knows Edward is capable of handling himself, but he also knows that Edward is old and doesn't recover from accidents as quickly or easily as he does. He worries that if the damage is too great, Edward could be scrapped. So if Edward were to end up in any sort of accident, James would go ballistic. He's puffing over right away to make sure his beloved is okay and may or may not have a fierce word with whoever caused the accident. The same thing goes when they are in human form. If Edward were to end up in some sort of fight, James would put himself in harms way to make sure Edward is protected (even though in human form, Edward is actually physically stronger than James).

RELATIONSHIP EXPERIENCE: Neither of them had any relationship experience before each other, they were each other's firsts. You can maybe argue that Edward has slightly more experience because he's had crushes on other people in the past, but fleeting attraction that is never pursued could hardly count for true experience. Their whole relationship is something that James and Edward are navigating together. It's new and at times a little scary, but there's nobody else James and Edward would rather be with than each other.

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Ok...I might have to watch TBB Ep 10&11 again...but...SPOILERS:

But I DO BELIEVE this man snuck onto Clone-X's ship and is hiding out...even Omega doesn't know he's there.

Maybe I missed him showing up somewhere on the island after that ship took off? Someone please let me know.

In the beginning of the episode Hunter looked in the direction of where the ship landed, seeing the island birds flying away and definitely telling someone he sensed something was off.

He also knows since Ventress landed in that beach cave that it's the ideal place to infiltrate the island.

When he swam to shore, Batcher didn't just seem to be happy he was ok...she MIGHT have alerted on a presence down at the beach...just like she did when Ventress landed.

And, he was RIGHT there (unless he was dumped on the OTHER side of the island) that he might check out to see if anyone landed a ship there. Is he on board? Is Batcher with him? Or did he plant a tracking device himself? Am I assuming too much? Maybe he can radio Rex and Echo for help? Emerie may help break out the children and clone prisoners? Maybe I'm wearing clown shoes...

Lastly...If he didn't make it on the ship, REALLY don't think Hunter is going to ride Crosshair's ass for his mistake with letting Omega go. He could have really raked Cross over the coals back on Barton IV, but he didn't. Now that Crosshair recognizes the stakes, I seriously doubt it's going to happen.

Honestly, with 4 episodes left, we don't have time for more squabbling.

I still feel it's hard to tell if Clone-X is Tech or Cody. The voice sounded like both at different times. If it was Tech HOW could he forget the coordinates to Pabu when Phee put her hand on his shoulder in S2 and gave them to him while he was going all goggle eyed over her touch?

Nala Se getting Emerie to question her motivations to head Project Necromancer. I feel that Emerie is gonna turn on the Empire. Will she survive?

Terrifying that it's children involved in the project...and now they have a baby to experiment on. Hope that force sensitive babeh force throws some bad guys in later episodes like that freakin' vase.

Hemlock and Tarkin passive-aggressively arguing over project funding. lol

Luckily Batcher wasn't shot. I was a bit scared there.

Hopefully Wrecker is going to be all right. He has to be since we see him in the trailer in the Juggernaut and there is an episode named Juggernaut.

The Marauder is gone, so they need another ship. Is that what Phee helps them with in the trailer?

Glad Cad Bane was used ONLY momentarily in the episode instead of using up the whole episode. He seemed to fit in the story and the episode did indeed further the plot. Sorry, but I don't thing Ventress and Fennec's arc really did much of that for two whole episodes. We missed out on a lot of relevant storytelling.

LASTLY: PHEE'S BADASS VIBRO SWORD, YA'LL!!!

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb phee #tbb season 3 spoilers #the bad batch s3 spoilers #spoilers #tbb batcher

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unwind. | din djarin x f!reader

Summary: mando comes back from a bounty gone astray and needs to wind down.

Words: 3K

Warnings: MINORS DNI, this is straight up smut, mando being a little mean but just for like 5 seconds, there’s a blindfold involved, dry humping/thigh riding, creampie, an excessive use of pet names, unedited (as always)

also on AO3 - masterlist

“Get out,” Mando’s voice was sharp, making you jump out of your seat and almost drop the screwdriver you were holding in your hand, teeth grinding down onto the flashlight pointed at the open panel.

“What?” you turned your head, quickly shutting off the flashlight to look up at the Mandalorian standing in the doorway of the cockpit, his armor dusted. There was a rigidity to his posture, something you’d grown to recognise as annoyance throughout all the time you’d been with him.

You knew he could be dangerous - you’d seen it, hunt after hunt, when he brought the fugitives back to the ship, put them in carbonite or knocked them out if they tried to talk their way out of it. You’d seen it in the fights he kept you away from, or tried to.

But you’d seen the gentleness, too. The appreciative nods as he was offered food he had to decline; the tilt of his head when someone spoke to him, making it clear he was listening; the soft hands clad in leather gloves as he handled gifts received in thanks when the prize didn’t seem enough to the people he’d helped.

Most of all, with you. He had been the first person to show you kindness after so many years, a quiet compassion that had convinced you to stay on the ship when he’d asked. Never did anything that would make you feel uncomfortable, never even raised his voice around you.

At times, when he lost his temper after a bounty went astray, he’d lock himself away so that you wouldn’t have to see that side of him. And it was eating him alive.

“Out,” Mando repeated, a sharp inhale filtered through his modulator. “Did something happen?” his hands twitched at his sides, head turned to the side as his shoulder shook lightly with tension. “Mando -”

“Just get out,” he snapped, and for just a moment you were taken aback, the outburst so unfamiliar directed towards you - then, you tipped your chin up. “No,” you said simply, voice controlled but low.

“What?” his head snapped towards you, resolve faltering for a moment, and you could almost hear the grind of his teeth.

“You always do this - when things don’t go the way you want them to you lock yourself away,” you spoke calmly, taking a tentative step forward. In return, he took one back. “I’m not leaving you to deal with it on your own - it’s crushing you.”

“I’m fine, you can go,” he bit out, attempting to keep his voice down. “I’m not going anywhere,” another step forward. This time, he didn’t bulk, chest heaving as he tilted his helmet to look at you. “Let me help you, Mando.”

“It’s a stupid bounty, just -” his breath was labored, voice hoarse. “Forget about it.”

“How can I help you?” voice gentle, you reached out for him, hand wrapping around his wrist - you pushed your thumb into his pulse point, his heart jumping under your touch.

“Please,” he’d lowered his voice, helmet bowed suggesting he wasn’t looking at you directly. “I just need to wind down, just -” he took a shuddering breath in, the modulator sharpening it further.

“Okay,” you hummed, stepping closer yet, fingers brushing down the back of his hand, the leather warm underneath your skin. “How? Tell me,” he scoffed, tipping his head back.

“Ah, mesh’la,” you frowned lightly at the unfamiliar word. You wished you could see his face as he inhaled deeply, turning his hand around to wrap it around yours. Was he smiling? Was there conflict? “Close your eyes,” voice lowered, he reached his free hand to your pocket, taking the handkerchief you had tucked in it.

“What?” you almost stammered, the sudden shift in his voice making you tilt your head.

There was something… alluring in his tone. Something you hadn’t heard before, that made your heart jump to your throat. Something welcomed.

“Close your eyes,” he repeated, letting go of your hand, “and keep them closed.”

You looked at him for a moment, his helmet so close you could see your reflection in the T of his visor before you let your eyes flutter shut, obliging. You heard the rustle of his gloves, leather creaking softly as he tugged them off.

“Mando?” you called with a little frown, then jolted back when you felt the fabric of the handkerchief brush your face. His hand came up behind your head, keeping you in place, warm fingers wrapped around the nape of your neck.

“You can stop me anytime,” he spoke slowly and softly, thumb rubbing small circles over the skin of your neck. “Just say the word and I’ll stop,” there was a slight tremble in his voice, quick puffs that fanned underneath the helmet.

“You won’t hurt me, Mando,” you whispered, and the breath hitched in his throat, hand shaking behind your head as you tilted your chin up. “Go ahead.”

The blindfold was soft over your eyes, cold, and Mando’s touch was oddly delicate tying it. When he stepped back there was a low hiss of released pressure, a shuffle, the noise of metal against metal. Without your sight available, you found yourself tilting your head towards the sounds, brows knitted in curiosity.

Then his hands were back on the side of your face, holding you as he leaned in - in the split second before his mouth came down against yours, you felt his sharp inhale, the heat from his skin before he crashed on you.

It was hungry, desperate, the tension of his body pouring directly into the kiss. You yelped into his mouth as he pushed you back, back, hands grasping blindly at his bent arms to balance yourself until your back hit the wall of the cockpit, as cold and firm as the beskar around Mando.

He let go of your face, hands roaming down your body, his touch scorching - he grabbed your hips, holding you against him as he bit your already bruised lip. You felt yourself rising onto your tiptoes, arms lifted to wrap around his shoulders and bring him closer, one hand reaching behind his head - underneath your palm, his hair was curled and soft, and you buried your hand in it.

Mando pulled back enough to let a quiet groan abandon his lips before he latched onto your neck, nudging your chin up to expose your throat furthermore to him. You licked your lips, and when he bit down onto your skin, a keen flew out of your mouth, hand raking through his curls.

“Wait,” you breathed out, and he all but tore himself away from you, his hands remaining on your sides only to hold you steady as you staggered a little. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” his voice was hoarse, out of breath. “Did I hurt you? Was it too much?” you quickly moved both your hands at the side of his head.

“Mando,” you called softly, thumbs stroking his cheeks. “It’s not that, breathe.” “What’s wrong, then? Are you okay?” you felt him try to slip back, and tightened your hold.

“I’m fine, it’s just -” you cleared your throat. “The armor.” “What about it?” little by little, his breath slowed down.

“It’s pushing on me,” you admitted softly, and dropped one of your hands to your shoulder, lowering the shirt a little to reveal the mark left by the beskar on your skin. “It’s cold,” you added with a whisper and a quick smile.

“Oh,” he mumbled - then you felt him lean in, his hair tingling your jaw as his hot breath fanned across your skin. After a moment, his lips pressed onto the mark, warm and soft. “Better?” he asked, the rumble of his voice raising goosebumps across your spine. “Better,” you nodded breathlessly, the word turning into a gasp as he kissed your skin again, hands leaving you long enough for you to hear the beskar hit the ground.

His leg pushed between your knees, nudging them apart as he left a trail of kisses and bites across your chest, up to your throat, jaw, fingers digging in your hips again and moving you until your core was pressed against the beskar on his thigh. Your arms flew around his shoulders for stability, a surprised moan muffled by his lips as he jostled your hips, rocking you back and forth slowly, making you grind down on him.

Had your eyes been open, they would’ve rolled to the back of your head, the sudden feeling so overwhelming it made the space spin - if not for Mando’s hands on you, yours on him, you couldn’t have been sure about the firm floor of the ship underneath you.

Each of your whimpers got a new reaction out of him - a quicker pace of your rocking hips; his leg riding up a little more, forcing you onto your tiptoes and to hang on his shoulders; a moan when your own leg brushed his crotch, muffled by his mouth hungrily busying itself on the skin of your neck - would there be marks, you wondered?

When you started trembling slightly under his touch, Mando slowed down, moving his head back from you - you could feel his gaze on your face, could imagine him grinning as your head fell back, lips parted and breath quickened. That had been all it had taken for you to melt for him, mouth dry and skin flushed as you felt it build up in the pit of your stomach.

“Mesh’la,” he tutted, moving one hand so that it reached underneath your shirt, palm splayed over the skin of your abdomen. You cried out softly, attempting to move against him once more, the pressure at the apex of your core almost unbearable. Mando forced you back, firm against the wall behind you. “Nuh-uh, you wait.” “Mando,” you protested as he leaned in, shushing you while his hands both moved to the tie of your trousers, fingers skimming the bare skin of your stomach.

“I want to feel you come undone around me, cyar’ika,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear before he nibbled on your lobe almost tenderly, such a strong contrast with the heavy sough leaving your parted lips. He undid the tie of your trousers, dipping his fingers just slightly underneath the hem of it. “Can stop me anytime,” he repeated the same words from before.

You buried your hand through his hair, tugging on the locks a little, lips curling. “Don’t stop,” you uttered, arching from the wall and towards him. “Please, Mando,” you reached down with your other hand, blindly running your fingertips across his chest, lingering at the creases on his shirt until you skimmed over the waistband of his trousers, turning your wrist to palm him, making him hiss. “Please.”

He pushed your trousers down as he connected your lips again, desperately, cutting your breath off as one of his hands reached for the inside of your thighs as you kicked the clothing off hastily, working on his buttons.

Mando groaned, stilling for a moment when you stroked him without even pushing his clothes all the way off, hand wrapping around his hard length, hips rolling in an instinctive thrust. All but ripping the underwear from you, he took one hand off your body to push his own clothes down.

“If at any moment you don’t -” his words were cut off by a moan, hips stuttering in response to your jerk, the twist of your wrist as you arched to meet him. “Stop stalling, Mando,” you rasped, leaning in and managing to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Just take what you need.”

He picked you up urgently, both hands digging in your thighs as he guided your legs around him, pushing you flush against the wall and dropping one hand to reach for himself. You held onto his shoulders, leaving a trail of messy kisses across his face, his jaw, head tilted to fall in the crook of his neck as he pumped himself once, twice.

“It’s Din,” he murmured, thumb rubbing small circles on your inner thigh. “I want to hear you say my name,” he dragged the tip of his cock across your folds, drawing a loud gasp as he coated his length in your slick before aligning himself, pushing in just a little.

You threw your head back, mouth hanging open to draw in long breaths, the stretch both painful and blissful. He eased himself inside of you, slowly, inch by burning inch.

“Say it,” he repeated through erratic breaths, one hand on your hip to push you down on him, the other reaching up, thumb stroking your throat, ghosting your parted lips. “My name - say my name.” “Din,” breathlessly, you gripped his shoulders, rolling your hips slowly as you cried his name, familiar and unfamiliar on your tongue at the same time. “Oh, fuck - Din, please.”

“Please, what?” his mouth came down on your throat, a nip to your skin that made you keen while you tried to shift on him again, only his hand held you firmly - for someone who’d said he needed to wind down, he was showing an extreme amount of self-control, simply relishing in feeling and seeing you squirm.

The only indication that his name on your lips had any effect on him was the twitch of his length deep inside of you, the roughness of his voice as it caressed your skin, followed by his tongue, lingering on your pulse point.

And you didn’t have it in you to wait, the pressure in the pit of your stomach so deliciously warm it rose across your chest.

“Please, move,” a faint begging, digging your fingers into his shoulders - were you leaving markings of your own on him? You hoped so. You wanted to, sear yourself on him just like it felt he was doing with you.

“Like that, mesh’la?” his breath was hard, ragged, a slight tremble in his body as he pushed flush against you again, head turned to kiss your jaw instead. “Yes,” his hand not holding you was still roaming across your side, your chest, down the thin gap between your bodies as you breathed in and out. He shifted his hips, sliding half-way out of you before thrusting back in, groaning through the movement. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

It became a chant, as he picked up a relentless pace, each push seemingly stronger, harsher - don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop as the pain turned into a kind of pleasure so blinding you started to believe there was no need for a blindfold anymore.

He captured your moans with his own lips - messy, open mouthed, breathy kisses, pants cutting through as either of you moved away to catch a breath. His hand on your hip still helping you against him, each movement easier than the one before, each noise so lewd it made you burn from within.

When he started rubbing small, quick circles with his thumb over your clit, you felt yourself tip over the edge, a long whine muffled against his neck as you locked your shaky legs tightly around him, stomach fluttering through your climax.

“That’s it, ad’ika,” Din didn’t stop thrusting into you, though the movements became slower, stuttering as you clenched around him. “Think you can handle a little longer, mesh’la? Just a little longer?”

You hummed, nodding slowly as you buried one hand in his hair, guiding him back to your mouth. This kiss was slower, in tandem with his shallow pushes, less desperate, less famished. He reached up to cup your cheek, a tender touch that felt ironic with the tingling of his thrust still against your hipbone, inside you.

He stilled, a choked back cry as he came, hips jerking one last time involuntarily as he twitched inside you, leaving one last kiss - almost chaste - on your lips.

He leaned against you, hands resting on your sides and kneading the exposed flesh of your stomach, small circles as if to soothe your already aching muscles as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders tiredly, leaning your head back and gently scratching his scalp.

“I promise I’ll bring you to bed next time,” he murmured, heavy breaths falling from his parted lips and dancing across your skin. He left a quick peck against your collarbone as you chuckled wearily, arms and legs heavy around him. “Next time?” you tilted your head, cheek resting against his temple. “Maker, Mando - won’t you buy a lady dinner first?” you teased, a lazy smile blossoming on your face.

He laughed, the rumble of it moving up your body and making you bite down on your lip.

“I will,” he nodded, setting his hands under your legs to support you. “Promise I will,” he shifted out of you, a slow, controlled movement that had you suffocate a cry. “As long as you keep calling me Din.” “I will, Din,” you responded, voice a mere whisper as you attempted to squeeze your thighs, the warmth of both your releases sticking to your skin. “I will.”

You felt him shift back, leaving you a little room while still keeping you up.

“I’m gonna take this off now,” he reached behind your head, gently starting to undo the knot of the blindfold. “Can you keep your eyes closed?” “Of course,” you gave a delicate smile, nodding briefly. “Just don’t drop me, I don’t think I can stand right now.”

He chuckled, pulling the blindfold fully off. He shifted forward, prying your thighs open again, running the cloth across your skin gently to clean you, stopping before reaching your still sensitive center.

“If you hold onto me I’ll bring you to get cleaned up,” all the tension in his voice had vanished, replaced by only gentleness - it felt strange, hearing it without the croaking of the modulator. “You don’t have to, I was joking,” you scoffed, easing the hold of your legs around him.

In return, he moved closer again, helping you up against him.

“I know, cyar’ika,” he hummed, lips brushing your jaw so sweetly it had you melt right into his arms. “But you took care of me - now let me help you.”

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Valentine’s Day

Context-> This is a Valentine’s Day SHORT story about Gojo Satoru getting his heart b r o k e n by the reader :)

Fandom-> Jujutsu Kaisen

Ship-> Gojo Satoru x Reader

a/n the reader is female in this story and there isn’t mild sexual content but minors please stay away nonetheless

~forgive me if there are any spelling errors~

enjoy and happy Valentine’s Day ;)

This is story is for 18+ ONLY minors DNI

Satoru sighs as he lies on his sofa, phone in hand while he scrolls through social media seeing nothing but this Valentine’s day nonsense.

It’s ridiculous how people can even call this a holiday. It’s pointless in his opinion.

Because this time he didn’t have you to share it with and pained him to his core.

The two of you broke it off months ago. just enough time for you to find someone else to spend this ‘holiday’ with and that hurt him even more. Sure he tried to save the relationship, but you couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to be free of only seeing him when he wasn’t busy with work which was rare.

Sometimes you worried if he’d make it home in one piece and not in half.

But you knew..you how dangerous his job was and how much he worked and yet you still chose to be with him and stay as long as you did, only to use that as an excuse to leave him in the end.

His eyes started to tear up at the memory of you telling him you couldn’t do it anymore. He didn’t want to cry over it anymore..he needed to stop all of this sulking.

it was getting him nowhere.

So he decides to get off of his oh so comfortable couch and go out. Maybe eating out would get his mind off of things?.

It should. Shouldn’t it?.

but as he continued to walk along the sidewalk he couldn’t help but notice his feet had taken him to your favorite restaurant..the one he’d take you out to all the time.

The one he got bored of but did it for you because you were so happy to come here and he liked seeing you happy.

So..what does he do?. He releases a sigh and walks in.

He could at least imagine you were here with him and he swears after this meal-after today- he will be completely and utterly over you.

He gets his food and he eats quietly and alone while the people around him chatter away with their dates.

Some even laughing at the most horrible jokes he’s never even heard of, and you know it’s bad when Satorus never even heard of the joke because he’s a jokester himself and by god you loved it.

Your laugh was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. Music to his ears.

What’s crazy is that he can still hear it perfectly loud and clear still to this day..

loud and- wait.

no. He immediately straightens his back and looks around the restaurant.

You’re here, but where?. Fuck there are so many people here.

He continues to scan the place until his blue eyes finally find you.

God you were so perfect..especially in the dress you were wearing…it matches you so well. It hugs your body perfectly.

He stares at you. His food going ignored and getting cold, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

All of a sudden your head snapped in his direction, your gorgeous eyes staring right back at him.

He puts his head down quickly. Hoping you didn’t notice him but he knows that you did.

A tap on his shoulder brought his attention to the person standing next to his table and his heart started to race.

“y/n..h-hey” he said with a nervous smile

“meet me in the bathroom we’ve gotta have a chat” you tell him bluntly as you make your way towards the back of the restaurant, your hips swaying in the tight dress you had on.

He quickly gets up from the chair and follows you to the bathroom.

“what are you doing here, Gojo?.” you huffed out as he walks in closing the door behind him, his heart aching at you using his last name.

“i just came here to have a meal..” he replies back to you

“bullshit” you fold your arms over your chest, your breast pressing together from the action.

Him being the man that he is

he couldn’t help but glance down at them.

“it’s true..i was hungry and needed to get out of the house.” he tells you

“every where i go you’re there. It’s like you appear out of thin air.” you whisper/yell trying to keep your voice quiet.

but he sighs. That’s true..but it’s not his fault. He couldn’t get you off of his mind his feet take him where they want to go and he doesn’t fight back.

So he doesn’t say anything..and just looks at you.

You know the reason why he’s following you.

He’s still heartbroken and so are you but only a little.

Of course you still thought about him and the good times you’ve had together, but him doing this is only making it harder on himself and you.

You sigh and hug him and when you do you didn’t miss the way his arms immediately flew around your body to hold your waist and pull you closer so he can hold you tighter.

but you didn’t say anything. you let it be, but only for now.

“Gojo-”

“don’t. don’t call me that. please just..use my first name..” he bends down a bit more to put his face in your neck, taking in deep breaths of your perfume.

Not wanting to forget what you smell like.

“Satoru..you’ve got to move on” you tell him quietly.

He shakes his head.

“cant.” you freeze when you feel a small peck against your neck.

“won’t.” he does it again.

“satoru-”

“one last time..it’s all i need. please.” he pulls his face away from the crook of your neck and stares into your eyes, you’ve never seen him this way..

your heart aches for the man in front of you.

The one you promised to love forever.

so..what do you do?..

you give in.

“nngh~ f-fuck, toru” you moan out quietly as he has you on the counter in the bathroom his hands underneath your thighs and your legs wrapped his waist.

“i l-love you..” he whispers into your ear, but you don’t say it back. you can’t.

You wrap your arms around his neck.

“say it..” he grunts out while his pace slows down not wanting this to end so quickly.

“t-toru..” you look at him while shaking your head, but he wasn’t having it.

He roughly thrusts into you making you squeak out a moan

His pace is harder, faster, it was to much for you

“s-slow down!” you beg him.

“say it.” his voice lower than when he said it the first time.

“say it and i’ll slow down.” it was getting to much it was starting to hurt, but saying the words he was longing to hear would put him in so much pain afterwards. It hurt your own heart to say it but you said it..for him

“i-i love you t-toru.” you got out in between moans of pleasure and pain and he immediately slowed down and his lips found yours.

Kissing you passionately as he slowly thrusts into you not wanting to forget the way you felt and the way you sounded when you said his name. How soft your lips felt against his..

he pulled his lips away from your and stuffed his face into your neck to hide the tears that started to fall from his eyes.

This will be the last time he’d actually be able to be close to you like this.

The pain in his chest wouldn’t go away but being like this with you even for a little while helped it become bearable.

Because he was able to share Valentine’s Day with the one he loves the most.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk anime #jjk manga #jjk gojo #geto suguru #choso kamo #nanami kento #jujutsu toji #anime manga #anime #manga #valentines day

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The other day I was rewatching The Sandman with a friend and as I was watching Roderick Burgess summon Dream, I had a theory. In Overture, Dream talks about the two old gods that overpowered him in the Dreaming, imprisoned him, and then declared themselves the lords of the Dreaming.

Now, in the spell that Roderick Burgess uses to summon Dream, he calls upon the names of "the old Lords" and then names a bunch of random names that don't seem to ever be relevant to anything other than Dream being summoned by Burgess.

My theory is that Burgess, completely unknowingly, calls upon the long dead gods that had once imprisoned Dream to once again imprison Dream.

I got a lot of the information on these deities from this article which I found rather interesting to read, with some further google searching for some more information

Namtar is an ancient Mesopotamian god of death and disease and also means "fate" in Sumerian

Allatu is the Sumerian goddess of the underworld

Morax is a president of Hell, and it's worth noting that he's depicted as either having the head of a bull with the body of a man or the body of a bull and the head of a man

Naberius is a Marquis of Hell and is basically an equivalent of Cerberus, so is often depicted as having three dog heads, though he's also depicted as a raven

Klesh I cannot seem to find a deity that this figure was based off of, but in Hindi it means tribulation, so whatever this deity is, it's probably not a friendly one, it also means snake in Navajo

Vepar is a duke of Hell and is often shown as a mermaid, he controls water and can make ghost-ships appear

Maymon is the King of the spirits of Saturn, he can create snow and ice, and is associated with the direction north

Ashema-Deva I can't seem to find anything about, however Aeshma is a Zoroastrian demon of wrath

Maborym I cannot find anything about

Horvendile is the name of a character from the story that Shakespeare took a lot of inspiration for Hamlet from, it is also spelled as Ørvendil. Yet another spelling is Aurvandill, who is a figure from old Norse mythology. The name seems to mean something along the lines of "rising light" or "morning star"

So in summary, most or all of these figures are from various mythologies, but which ones may have been the ones that imprisoned Dream the first time?

I think that one of them is probably Morax, mostly because he is often depicted as a bull, which is probably the closest thing that someone can say that one of the gods shown in Overture looks like (though the god that attacked had both horns and tusks, which I'm not sure there is an animal with both horns and tusks, if there is please tell me).

The second one, the one the helm was crafted from, is a bit more difficult because none of these figures from mythologies look even remotely similar to the helm (I guess that makes sense considering the design for the helm came from gas masks rather than a creature from mythology). But I suspect that it would be one of the names that I can't find any information on, so probably Klesh, Ashema-Deva (if we're assuming that this is a different deity than Aeshma), or Maborym.

Now from a symbolism perspective, Dream crafted the helm as a reminder to himself of his failure, but then later triumph. The helm is sort of an emotional support for him and a reminder of what he is capable of and a reminder of what he has at stake at all times. So I think to say that the helm is a symbol of tribulation is fair. Therefore, my best guess as to who the helm was crafted from, is Klesh.

So my running theory is that the Dreaming was invaded by Morax and Klesh. Now Roderick Burgess calling upon them probably wouldn't have done much to summon Dream because they're long dead, however, Dream is the Prince of Stories, so the fact that it would be poetic for his second captor to call upon his first captors to aid in capturing Dream (although he wanted Death), would make some sense.

Of course, this whole rabbit hole could be just that: a rabbit hole. but I think it's a plausible and interesting theory and definitely adds some complexity to Dream's relationship with his own helm.

#yes i have spent hours researching this just to try to find relevance somewhere where there might never have been relevance #but hey it was fun #i hope other people also find this interesting #dream of the endless #the sandman comics #the sandman meta #the sandman

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ninjago-oc-appreciation · 8 months

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Ninjago Oc Secret Santa 2023

What is a Secret Santa? - A Secret Santa is a gift giving event; you'll be assigned someone to secretly make a gift for, and someone will make a gift for you. - It's very important that no one knows that you are making them a gift and vice versa, that you don’t know who is making you a gift! - This event is a writing and art event! Are there any rules? - Absolutely no N/S/F/W or Suggestive content is permitted for prompts, gifts, or references. This is /not/ an 18+ event. - No direct contact with the person you're making a gift for; you can communicate through me or someone helping run the event, or ask through anon on tumblr if you can. - No AI art/writing, Gacha edits, face claims, picrews, or bases will be permitted for oc reference submissions or gifts. - Oc x Canon and Oc x Oc ships are 100% allowed. - Fankids, sonas, and self inserts are also allowed; my only rule is that fankids of Lloyd x Canon ships are not permitted. - Please respect requests regarding holiday or seasonal preferences when making a gift. Don't depict an oc participating in a holiday or seasonal activity that the creator asked not be depicted. How many ocs can be submitted total? - At least one oc is required, but up to three can be submitted ^^ What will I need for sign ups? - Refs or art that show a clear, colored depiction of your oc. - OR at least two pieces of writing for said oc (does not need to be a whole fic. Could easily just be a quick blurb showing how they’re written as a character) - Basic Information/Fun Facts about your character. This can be background information, relationships, likes/dislikes, age and height, personality, etc. - Suggestions or prompts for your gift giver. Stuff to help get their brain going. - Your blog name (not the name you go by online but the url name. Like @/Ninjago-Oc-Appreciation. Make sure it's a tumblr url, and not from any other social media) What's the general timeline for this event? - Sign ups will officially begin near the end of October, around the week of Halloween. - Assignments will be within the first couple of weeks of November. - You will have until December 23rd to January 7th to finish your piece. These will be the designated posting days. - January 8th to 14th will be the designated late week. How do I sign up? - In Late October, I'll post a google form where you can submit your oc(s)! There will be one for writing and one for art! - Please reach out to me in someway after signing up. This can be through messages, asks, comments, etc. In the past we've had issues with the forms, where they'd "eat' a submission, and I'd like to know when to check to make sure this doesn't happen again. Additional Notes: - The forms won't collect your email, I turn off any settings that will to ensure privacy. If they are requiring you to sign in, tell me so I can look into why. - This year I am joined by @totally-not-into-drama! They have offered to help with assignments, so expect to get a message from either me or them when the time comes! - We'll be using #NOSS2023 and #SecretNinja2023 as tags for this event! That's all! If you have any questions feel free to let me know, I tried to cover everything but I may have missed something!

#Ninjago #Ninjago oc #Ninjago ocs #Ninjago oc Secret Santa #Ninjago events #NOSS2023 #SecretNinja2023 #Aries posts #Aries talks #dunno which tag I use

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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Darla (BAU x cowboy!reader)

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Okay so this kinda sets the scene for another fic hopefully coming out today. This takes place like a few weeks after Mama’s boy.

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax @ara-a-bird @heidss @chubbyboyinflannel @pendragon-writes @migwayne @bigolgay @technikerin23 @supercriminalbean @honestlycasualarcade @caffeine-mess @1s3v3n1 @oddmiles @kevyeen @stealing-kneecaps @criminalskies

You didn’t know what exactly it was, you just knew that you had woken up with a strong realisation. You were had fallen for her. And you had fallen hard.

“What's up with you?” Emily asked as you gave her a dopey smile.

“What?”

“You’re not a morning person and you’re practically skipping,” Garcia grinned.

“I am in awe of a woman…”

“Oh my god, you're already smitten.” She snorted.

“I have never met a woman like her…” You said with a sigh, "She's somethin' out of a fairy tale ‘m tellin’ ya, she’s just... she’s stunning,"

“What's her name?” JJ asked, joining the pair of you.

“Darla,” You said with a sigh, you watch in confusion as JJ’s smile drops momentarily before she disguises it.

“Darla? You mean the vampire from Buffy?” Emily asked. You sighed, they had already seen through your code name. JJ breathes out a small sigh of relief, before she realises that you’re still ‘in awe’ of someone and it’s not her.

“Okay, so it's a code name. But she's beautiful.”

“What does she look like?” Garcia grins, sipping her tea.

“I’m not giving anything away,” You laugh as they all groan loudly at you, Garcia throwing a pen in your direction.

It had been a few hours since your conversation with the three of them about your quote unquote crush.

“Garcia, can I ask a favour?” You asked as you walked into her office.

“What can I do you for?”

“Can I tell you something?” You asked, “I just need to talk to someone about this...”

“...Okay?”

“You can’t tell anyone-” You said, “Not a single soul- Not even Morgan-”

“Not even Morgan?”

“No one, please,”

“Okay, okay, fine, but the suspense is killing me, what is it?”

“You know my um... I don’t want to say crush, but...”

“Darla?”

“Yeah, Darla, you know her, she’s on the team-”

“Oh my god is JJ Darla!?”

“Yeah, but you can’t tell a soul-”

“Oh my god! This is so exciting!” Garcia exclaimed.

“Well don’t get your hopes up, if I eventually tell her she might tell me to stay away from her,” You laugh nervously.

“Are you seriously that blind?!” Garcia groaned loudly, “You’re both so stupid! With all the love in the world, you’re an idiot,”

“We’re friends, I’m not gonna to take a risk and ruin that,” Garcia lets out a loud groan.

“Fine!” She huffs, “Take away my biggest ship, why don’t you!”

“What?“

“Nevermind,” She says with a huff, “But trust me, she likes you too.”

“I’m not gonna do anything that might ruin our friendship,” You shrugged slightly with a blush, “I just wanted to tell some and... well... you’re my best friend.”

You blush harder when Garcia grins and pulls you in for a tight hug, “You’re mine too! Also, I’ve been thinking about taking up baking,”

“I approve and therefore must be your taste tester,”

“Deal.”

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #cowboy reader #x cowboy reader #bau x cowboy reader #male!reader #male reader #x male reader #emily prentiss #Jennifer Jareau #derek morgan #spencer reid #Penelope Garcia #david rossi #aaron hotchner

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bidoofenergy · 6 months

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prompt 38 under kisses, ship of your choosing :]

kisses 38. fake kisses (prompts) (AO3) (526 words)

Jimmy finally steps into the night air, still excitedly talking about his plans for tricking Skizz. BigB is right behind him, closing the door down to his backrooms, and when Jimmy looks back, he’s smiling softly. That’s nice—BigB was enjoying himself, not just doing this because it’s his task.

“Right,” Jimmy holds up BigB’s secret task. “I’ll go share this with Martyn and you—” he pokes BigB in the chest with the scroll— “go get Skizz to meet me.”

BigB doesn’t even seem annoyed with getting poked, just gently pushes Jimmy’s hand down. “Let me know where to bring him.” he says, not letting go of Jimmy’s wrist.

“Of course,” Jimmy grins. “He won’t even see it coming.” The thought of the hearts to come—either by Skizz agreeing to rig the draw or by finishing his task—has him excited, practically vibrating in place. “I’m gonna dig out a cave over by—” He cuts himself off. Someone is approaching, talking about selling a camel?

“Scar,” BigB whispers, eyes wide. “Dude, he’s gonna ask so many questions.” Questions like why a red name was casually hanging out with a green name—and what could they possibly be up to? Jimmy doesn’t even think, just does the first thing that came to mind. He grabs BigB by the front of his shirt and backs up against the cobblestone wall, pulling BigB in to crash their lips together.

To his credit, BigB only flounders for a moment before kissing Jimmy back. He steps even closer, sliding a leg in between Jimmy’s thighs, his slight height advantage forcing Jimmy to tilt his head back a little. The only coherent thought Jimmy can summon is that’s what his beard feels like. Behind that, is the faint feeling of maybe this isn’t a good idea?—quickly wiped away when BigB opens his mouth a little and there’s room for Jimmy’s tongue.

“Oh, what do we have here?” interrupts Scar, sounding pleased. His smile grows when BigB moves enough for him to see Jimmy.

“Hi Scar,” Jimmy says weakly.

“Oh, BigB,” Scar chides, looking scandalized and excited. “Does the rest of the Heart Foundation know you’re out here with a Red?” Something flushes through Jimmy at that—a mixture of shame and something nicer—and he can’t summon enough words to reply.

“Keep it moving Scar.” BigB says, calm and low, the same voice he’s been using when someone asks a few to many questions about his backrooms. Scar laughs, a little nervously.

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving—bye!” he calls. Jimmy lets out a breath as Scar leaves and slumps against the cobblestone wall. BigB takes a step away from him, a tight smile on his face.

“Let me know where to bring Skizz.” He says and heads off in the direction of the Heart Foundation.

Jimmy stays leaned against the wall. He still has to set things up, still has to talk to Martyn, still has to attack Skizz—but he can still feel the warmth of BigB’s hands on his body, the pressure of BigB’s mouth against his, the rhythm of BigB’s heartbeat under his own hands.

#oooh you wanna send me a prompt and a ship oooh #trafficshipping #secret life #canary couple #secret life smp #bigbst4tz2 #bigbstatz #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #bigdarity #solidaribig #solidarib #yall wtf is their ship name at this rate im picking up a duo name off tiktok #bigb x jimmy #bigb x jimmy solidarity #i fucking love this trope making out to avoid getting caught #Anonymous #my fic

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gamerwoman3d · 7 months

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◜ mk1 men kinks & darker motivations part 2 of ?◞

▸ includes: Johnny Cage, Kenshi (Johnshi ship) Sub-Zero, Liu Kang(passively), Scorpion(passively) [mk1 versions] ◂

What would have happened if Liu Kang hadn't intervened in the Sub-Zero x Johnny Cage fight

[Spicy/explicit/rough/gay af after cut 🔞]

If Liu Kang had just let Sub-Zero handle the situation, Sub-Zero woulda grabbed Johnny by the hair, bent him over the chair that Kenshi was tied up in, froze Johnny's hands and feet to the floor, yanked his pants down, and absolutely beat his ass over Kenshi's knees until Johnny begged for mercy.

And Kenshi would have caught Johnny's dangling cock between his legs. Kenshi woulda taken the opportunity to squeeze and work his closed thighs around Johnny's erect shaft while dry humping Johnny's bare hipbone, saying "Stop being a brat, Cage."

Cage would cum like a firehose between the seams of Kenshi's pants, ruining the seat of the chair he sat in and the seat of the fine designer trousers that Kenshi wears. He'd cum loud, no telling what he'd scream out, but he'd shout for mercy and whatever kinks he'd hidden would probably come out in his words [whether he calls mercy, master, daddy, his own name in full, first middle and last, whatever, there's infinite timelines now so maybe all of the kinks plus some come pouring out out of at least one alternate timeline cage somewhere in the multiverse of thirst.]

Liu Kang would hopefully be chilling to the side like "Are you finished" but in reality Liu Kang is secretly scolding himself like "This is what I get for making everyone in this timeline so fucking irresistibly hot, fml"

Sub-Zero would pause at that point to let Johnny catch his breath. Johnny would try to push through and keep going, despite exhaustion, pain, and bruising from the beating, not to mention numbness in the hands from being frozen and packed in ice for so long. "Can't call it a wrap until Kenshi cums. I don't want to be a bad host."

Kenshi would assure him it's not necessary. However the bulge in his pants suggests an urgency. Cage would just scoot up to hunch and grind against it, showing off his reddening, beaten asscheeks to Kenshi as if his precious eyes were a redlit-live film camera.

NOW Sub-Zero goes around behind Kenshi to untie him. Mission accomplished. And he probably gives Liu Kang a look like "See? You should have more faith in my methods."

Meanwhile, Cage is arching his back for the camera Kenshi. He looks into Kenshi's eyes from over his shoulder and asks him where/how he likes to cum most. Kenshi's eyes dart to the pool and back. Once Kenshi's hand is free, he pets Johnny's ass gently but it still causes him to wince.

"I'd like to cum in this, but that's clearly too much for you right now" he might say, enjoying the look of his own tattooed hand upon the backdrop of the film star's pink pale ass.

"No no it's fine just put some ice on it it's cool," Johnny says.

He gives Sub-Zero a look as Sub-Zero finished untying Kenshi's torso and stepped around to kneel at Kenshi's feet. As Sub-Zero worked the knots loose around Kenshi's ankles, he also freed Johnny's feet from his ice trap.

"Please can you put some ice on it so I can sit in this nice man's lap? Pretty please?" Cage says, arching his butt in Sub-Zero's direction.

"You still won't be able to sit on it. Go ahead. Try sitting on that freezing marble floor."

Johnny whipped around to seat himself on the icy floor the second Sub-Zero freed his frozen hands. He sat, then yelped, then rose to his knees with his lips pursed and his eyes wincing. He ran his own chilled fingers gently down the spots that pained him most as he groaned. Kenshi, now freed from beneath the man, stood up and unbuckled his belt to remove his sticky, wet trousers.

"Is it safe to use the pool?" Kenshi asks, "It's cold, and you'd feel weightless- or at least you're not really putting your weight on anything."

"Genius, Takahashi. Someone carry me," Johnny directed.

Sub-Zero slipped a strong arm around the backs of Johnny's knees. He moved himself into cradling Johnny, and hoisted Johnny up as he rose from his kneeling position, careful not to let the man's ass touch anything. Johnny kicked off his icy leather shoes, then kicked at the pants bunched around his ankles.

"No, not you, I wanna feel Kenshi inside me. But you, you just ice me down! I know you can do that!" Johnny whined.

"Hold this," Sub-Zero commanded Scorpion, "take care, when you put him down. Make sure he doesn't put his weight on it."

Sub-Zero passed Johnny's body to Scorpion. Scorpion cradled Johnny, who immediately nuzzled into him.

"Mmm, you're warm," Johnny noticed.

He stuffs his hands inside Scorpion's clothes to warm up his frozen fingers.

"If you warm up too much, you won't want to get in the pool," he replied.

"I wanna get you in the pool, too," Johnny said.

Scorpion and Sub-Zero exchanged an amused glance. Sub-Zero knelt at the edge of the pool with a glint in his eye. Scorpion huffed in an attempt to muffle a laugh.

"I'm afraid I must pass," he said, nodding towards the scene.

Scorpion and Johnny watched Sub-Zero's fingers dance near the water's surface at the edge of the pool. Steam rose from the pool rapidly, and a ring of soft blue light formed at the bottom. A slush of ice particles rose to the surface until the pool for the most part had a thick blanket of slush on its surface. Frost gathered in the pink cupholders of the giant inflatable flamingo. Around its edge, the slush broke in a giant ring to reveal the clear water below. Kenshi clicked his tongue as he stripped the last of his clothes from his body.

"Not sure I can stay hard in that," he muttered.

"Then don't go in too deep," Sub-Zero mused.

"Don't listen to him, Kenshi, deep is good, I like deep- hey wait, wait wait wait hold on," Johnny said as Scorpion began to carry him toward the deep end with a mischievous look on his face.

Scorpion swayed with Johnny as if building the momentum to throw him in, while Johnny clung to him for dear life. With Sub-Zero's help, they instead gently lowered Johnny, ass first, into the giant inflatable flamingo. Johnny hissed and tensed as the icy water flowed up his crack. He soon melted into the sensation with a moan, the ice feeling right against the red welts.

"Wow, that almost makes up for the Hitchuli," he said.

Sub-Zero scoffed.

Johnny looked up from his seat at Kenshi, who sat at the edge of the pool and dipped his tattooed feet into the slush with a shudder. The light from the pool bounced across the ice crystals at the rolling surface of the slush, and danced in random fairy-like discoball patterns across Kenshi's body, highlighting bits of blue and red inks set within his tattooed skin. His cock stood erect, and plain in color, in a strange contrast against the chromatic backdrop of art that was Kenshi's tattooed abs. Upon seeing Kenshi like this, Johnny's hand went to the pink cupholder to fish past the bottle of SPF70 sunscreen to retrieve a bottle of waterproof lubricant. Kenshi drew a cold foot out of the icewater with a shiver.

And that's when Johnny really nerded out. He recognized that the ink on Kenshi's shin wasn't temporary: it did not bleed, did not fade or clump when exposed to chlorinated water or frozen temperatures. It was no bit of Hollywood makeup magic - these tattoos were not only real, the brushwork, the linework, the designs - he recognized all of it as legitimate yakuza artwork.

He still wasn't certain about the other three men in his house. But the one inching his way deeper and deeper into the shallow end of his pool was most certainly a bona-fide yakuza. This fact sent a deeper thrill of excitement through him than the frigid water ever could. He shuddered. But this shudder was not caused by the cold.

Oh my god, thought Johnny while fingering himself with a dollop of the cold lube, I'm about to fuck a yakuza. I'm going to fuck a walking work of art.

Kenshi hesitated to come any deeper. His balls dangled just above the frosty surface of the slush-capped water. Johnny paddled over to him with the flamingo; the other cupholder contained the condoms that Johnny had pre-approved for use in the pool. Kenshi took hold of the flamingo and pinned it between himself and the edge of the pool. Johnny felt vulnerable, and incredibly alive, resting the bottoms of his feet on the shoulders of an actual yakuza.

Kenshi steadied the inflatable ring, and Johnny lifted his butt out of the center ring to rest his lower back across its edge, slipping his heels down the back of Kenshi's shoulder blades. He held the side of the pool to steady himself, knowing the inflatable could pop out from beneath him at any time and drop him into the frigid slush. Kenshi wrapped his cock with the condom and poured more lubricant over the tip. He offered the warm tip to Johnny at his shiny slick hole.

Johnny took the opportunity. Kenshi was grateful for the heat he found inside the man. Johnny lost control of himself and tipped the inflatable, pushing both men deeper into the slush. Kenshi caught and held Johnny by the back to keep his warm cock buried in the man. The cold slush lapped around the men's chests as they humped each other. Both men were simultaneously freezing, yet inside, they both felt as if they were on fire. They hugged each other for warmth until Kenshi, shivering, came, and spilled his hot mess, filling the condom inside Johnny with a new warmth. They both moaned at the sensation, with Kenshi's vision and mind going blank at the peak moment of their pleasure.

"Deep... deep, deep is good," Johnny murmured, "I like deep... so warm inside. Fuck it's cold."

Kenshi wanted out of the frigid water immediately upon pulling out. He carried Johnny out the pool on shaky legs and laid him on the couch gently on his side. Johnny shivvered and reached for a throw blanket while Kenshi carefully unwrapped the cum-filled condom from his cock. Johnny covered himself with the throw and made grabby-hands towards Kenshi, nonverbally instructing him to cuddle for warmth as he verbally instructed the digital assistant of his smart house to turn up the heat in the pool room.

Liu Kang stood to the side with Scorpion and Sub-Zero. The three spoke in low voices.

"What do you think, now? Have I proven them capable of becoming Earthrealm's champions?" Liu Kang asked.

Sub-Zero shrugged.

"We watched them fight each other. I'm not convinced that the swordsman has what it takes to survive in outworld, but as always I defer to your judgment," Scorpion said, "as for the film star, I have no helpful comments."

Liu Kang turned to Sub-Zero.

"You fought him. What do you believe?"

"It's hard to say for sure whether he gave it his all in his fight with me. If he did, he's doomed. If he thought our fight was just for show, he's may not be doomed, but he is a liability. If I hadn't known he'd just been in another fight, I would not have a high opinion of his skills. Considering this was a back to back fight, I'm not disappointed. But the tournament we have to win includes back to back fights."

Liu Kang paused and asked, "and?"

Sub-Zero jerked his chin towards the pair cuddled on the couch.

"Let's see how many rounds they go before I make any final judgments about his fighting stamina."

Liu Kang laughed.

[The end for now?]

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