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roseglazedlens · 7 months

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Nanami baby fever 👁👁?

The user is female and has a kid already, but he likes, Why not other kids? What could be so wrong with that since user kidcis such a sweetheart?

⦑ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⦒ ✧.*

NANAMI KENTO X FEM! READER synopsis: you've been busy, so Nanami organises you a day off to help you relieve some pent up stress. content: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈, reader is a mom, daddy kink, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, fingerbashing, cervix penetration, mating press, overstimulation, nipple play, praise, pet name (princess). a/n: thank you for requesting dear anon!! i love writing aggressive + soft nanami sm, hope you'll enjoy this! « 1.8 k words┇masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

You’re trying to take a relaxing afternoon nap. Nanami Kento doesn’t. His hand is running down your body as you lay, exploring and squeezing you in ways that are less than chaste in your eyes.

“Kento, w-what are you doing?” He moves closer, his front flushing against your back, and you feel the hardness of his chest muscles untense in your warmth.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you.” Nanami draws out a whisper into your ear that resembles a low grunt. Something is nudging you on your thighs, and he uses this opportunity to round his arms around your body, reaching your breasts. They pert at his touch, and you let out a soft sound of relaxation. The firm pads of his fingers press against the plush, before coming together to roll them lazily against your nipple.

“Wh-Where’s all this coming from?” You whisper back even though there’s no one else in the house but you two. Nothing to hide. No reason to hold yourself back. But yet you do, especially when it comes to Nanami, he strips every remains of composure off your body. His other hand comes down to your belly, smoothing over with a gentle pressing grip until his fingertips crawl right above your underwear.

“I haven’t tasted you in so long. Since all the volunteering, the parent teacher interviews. I’m done waiting. Take these off.” Nanami hooks at your panties, pull on them and let it snap back against you.

“Oh, is that why you took my daughter to daycare? Is that what this is?”

“And? I have ulterior motives, so what.” Nanami knows what he wants, and he sure isn’t embarrassed by it. And right now, he wants nothing more than to feel himself inside of you. His fingers pick on your underwear once more, signalling you to lift your hips so he can pull them down to your ankles. “I can’t fucking wait anymore.” Nanami smirks, running two fingers up the length of your cunt that earns you a shiver. “Neither can you, it seems.”

You help him take off his glasses so you can see him clearer. When you do, his lustful eyes are still fixated on your body. Admiring the beauty you are in his life, speaking millions of promises to make you happy in the bedroom and beyond the bedroom with his gaze alone. That sincerity somehow makes your clit jump, but Nanami isn’t done preparing you yet.

He runs a few lazy circles along your clit, then getting impatient, places a finger inside of you, exploring the depths of you that clenches hard in attempts to fill the gap. He revels in the fact he’s making your back arch and heart race without even trying. Imagine how you will react when he does try.

Nanami’s cock is getting impatient too, his dick cramped inside his boxers begging to see your lewd face too. With the other hand that’s not occupying you, Nanami takes off the button of his pants, unzipping it to let his dick spring free onto his blue dress shirt. His other hand is not slacking either, fingerbashing into you relentlessly to let the slick of your desire permeate the air. Your cunt is drenching his finger, sucking him in, like you are desperately trying to make Nanami’s finger come.

“Fuckin’ hell, princess… Save some for me…” He cusses, removing his fingers inside you, and you let out of groan of refusal.

Your hole wants him, wants him to fill the void inside of you. Nanami rolls over on top of you, lifting both of your legs up to put over the shoulders of his shirt, now crumpled from all the action. He takes in the sight first, letting out a whistle of delight with a devillish glint in his eyes—one that he reserves only for you to see—before he lines up against you.

You feel his tip inside of you first, pussy already grasping at whatever he can give you. Your attempts at lifting and dropping your hips in desperation for more friction leaves you unsatisfied. That is when Nanami smiles, knows, and stops the teasing to indulge in your desires.

He ruts in you, difficult at first, but your body accomodates to his size soon enough.

“God… Just because I haven’t fucked your brains out in two weeks, you’re getting tighter… So you like it when daddy’s dick is too big for you?” Somehow when Nanami refers to himself as daddy, it makes your body react, pulling back your legs closer to your body for him to fuck you deeper. And he obeys, your walls wrapping tightly around him as he fucks you closer to your cervix.

“Fuck, nnh, that's it princess. Takin' me so well. You really want daddy to force himself into your tiny fucking hole and plant his seed inside of you?” Nanami's arms presses your legs down even further now, your knees almost touching shoulders, and you are pleasantly surprised to find how flexible you can be with some dick as your motivation.

“I'm going to make you into a real daddy, Kento.” Between his deep thrusts, the words slip from the back of your throat. Perhaps it's from the adrenaline of the moment. Perhaps that's how you genuinely felt. You don't know yet.

“Ohh, princess, don't make promises you can't keep.” Nanami is grinning and isn't against the idea. “But if you ever get knocked up, I'll love you, cherish you, make you the happiest mama ever.”

“Fuck...” You groan, a buzzing sensation shakes violently in your belly. Hands weakening, breath erratic, you're so close to the edge and you have to keep going.

“Hmm, does that mean you want me to cum inside?”

You ignore him, not giving Nanami the satisfaction of you saying yes, instead focusing on your belly at the knot of pleasure.

“Come on, princess. Don't get all shy on me now. You don't want me to stop now, do you?” Nanami slows his thrusts, too slow for your orgasm to reach anywhere.

“Don't stop. Please.” You meet Nanami's eyes, still playful. Still waiting for your answer. “Fine... I want you to cum inside.”

“Such an honest girl. Such a good girl for me.” And this is when he takes your breath away, plunging deep into you with newfound speed and eagerness. His dick is bumping into your cervix now, over and over and over again, until all that escapes your lips are filthy cries of your orgasm and gasping breaths of his name.

But Nanami isn't stopping yet. He's almost there, so close. Your overstimulated fluids that coat around his dick is the world's best lubricant to fuck you in till you can't walk. Then, his orgasm washes over him too, thick white ropes of his come spilling uncontrollably inside you with intention to make you his forever.

Nanami sighs, now heaving frantic breaths through the air as you both lie back onto your bed. You roll around, helping Nanami out of his sweat stained shirt that's probably a little too uncomfortable after their activity.

“Did you mean everything you said just now?”

“That I love you and want a kid with you? Of course.”

“It's a lot of work you know. Having kids. You sure you're ready for that?”

“With you, I'm ready for anything.” He brings himself forward to land a chaste kiss on your lips. His hand comes down to your belly to give it a gentle rub. “You already have experience with kids. How hard could this be?”

“Oh, you'd be very surprised.”

“Then I better start learning now.”

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. tags: @kennedyswhore @emilzke @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

#꒰✒️ rose fics ♡.꒱#nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #jjk #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk season 2 #jujutsu nanami #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk nanami #nanami #꒰✏️ rose requests ♡.*꒱

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pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid · 5 months

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Onesies, eh?

Well, I've got a idea :)

Hazel in a penguin onesie.

Hazel <333🐧🐧🐧

She is so adorable ahhh-

#my art 🌸 do not repost #pjo onesie series✨✏️#onsie requests are closed btw I’m just finishing the ones I have left 😭#hazel levesque #hoo fanart #pjo hazel #pjo fanart #pjo #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #toa #percy jackson #pjo fandom #trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa

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thewinterpillarhashira · 3 months

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I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THIS COLORING STYLE

modern au riri cuz i got this sudden burst of energy after the acting thingy I just got included in;)

THIS WAS SO FUN TO DRAW

USED ONE REFERENCE FOR THIS U CNQ EASILY FIND IT AT PINS

please refrain from stealing. thank you!

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applesontheground · 11 months

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Can I request a fic with dumbification with Patrick Bateman and a sub reader? Thank you!

Hi, anon! You absolutely can!

NSFW | Word Count: 771 | Patrick Bateman x GN Reader

contains degradation, marking, hair pulling, biting, doggy style, morning sex

It almost felt wrong to let him treat you like this in broad daylight. He held your head against the mattress, the pearl white dress shirt half undone and his well-threaded tie nearly licking the side of your face as he leaned in, the morning glow of a Saturday shining on his own through all the beauty products that he was currently sweating out.

“Don’t you fucking look at me,” He demanded, your watery eyes falling to the wall on the other side of the room. Bile sat on your tongue, and like an itch you had to retort, “M-maybe don’t make me cock drunk, Bateman, and I’ll consider it.”

His hand slipped along the back of your head, finding a fistful of hair to pull and make your entire body peel up and off the bed. Your hands fumbled to support you, now forced to look at him again despite his qualms to keep your eyes off of him.

He wasn’t giving you a choice, and that was what was the most diabolical part. With a hand tickling up your neck, securing your jaw so you couldn’t fight out of the hold, he muttered, “Breaking you down has become the best part of my day, and you have no idea how much I hate to admit that.

...You do understand that’s hard for me to admit?”

You hummed in affirmation, because it was physically impossible to nod.

“What does this lead to in the end, [Y/N]?” He then asked, expression unable to move in some sort of corresponding emotion, his hair disheveled and almost falling back from how he would push it so in the mere seconds you held eye contact. The pressure against your scalp was making it hard to focus, all the more accenting just how impatient your very existence beneath him made the man. Lost in the way he was still slipping in and out, barely letting up on the pace as your jaw opened, closed…opened one more time. “I don’t-“

“You don’t know. Right.” He let go of your hair, making your posture slip as well. Catching yourself with burning palms against the soft sheets, he warned, “I’m going to stop if you don’t get a goddamn grip.”

Agreeing yet again with a dazed mumble, you pushed yourself to sit fully upright, peering over your shoulder at that unwavering cold lockdown of a gaze. He sneered at the gesture, and spat with a venomous tongue, “Pitiful. That’s what you are, and all you will ever be. You know that?”

You nodded, and he had you by the back of the neck with that unforgiving hold he had treated your jaw to, slowing the roll of his hips and making you exhale both from asphyxiation and from dissatisfaction.

“Tell me how much you want it.” He insisted, and you didn’t hesitate.

“Patrick, I’m not worth the fucking time, but I’ve never been taken care of like this, by someone like you.” He started rubbing the top of your spine, finding a satisfying little knot to work on as he listened to you nearly weep, clenching your muscles like it could keep him inside of you, “Please, please just finish what you started.”

He scoffed, but sure enough repositioned and began to rut once again. You were too ashamed to even make a noise, mouth hanging open at the angle where he couldn’t see just how strung out he made you. The insults made it better; it made it worse. You didn’t give a fuck what it did, because what it did felt like you were over the skyline, unable to be touched by your tangible, stressful life.

The shame was burning you alive, but the way it only made him fuck you harder, his sounds more sharp as he careened his body over your back, not shy to start sinking his teeth into your shoulder blades and scratch down your ribs with his well kept nails that somehow still bit like they were feral; it made you cry as hard as it made you moan for more.

Destructive, pitiful – it was all a gross display of how much you two needed each other every morning. It couldn't be had any other way: raw, painful...

Pitiful.

#patrick bateman x reader #american psycho x reader #slasher x reader #requests #slasher requests #notsfw #✏️#💼#anon corner

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justaboot · 1 year

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can you draw Webby, Scrooge & Della?

His girls!!! His favorite girls!!!

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales #scrooge mcduck #della duck #webby vanderquack #you caught me at work so you get traditional 🫡✏️#they’re my favorite #art request

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airbendertendou · 8 months

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NAVIGATION

♥︎ where you’ll find my masterlist, request rules, who i write for and more!

you can call me chai!! i go by any pronouns and am asexual. self-diagnosed autism but diagnosed adhd — it matters bc it reflects in my writing.

♥︎ REQUEST RULES — request here and only here. — no smut will b written. i’ll write ‘steamy’ fics, but no smut, so don’t ask for it please. — no ped0philia, step-cest, incest, any kind of abuse or anything of the sort will b written. — you can send in a request at any time, but it might take a while. please don’t be pushy. — a vague request [‘can i ask for fluff w bonten!ran?’] is a-okay, it gives me room to work w and my brain more to add in. — polyamorous relationships [everyone dating each other] and reader dating multiple people is fine to request, just please b specific on which one you'd like. — be kind! be kind! be kind! please be kind when asking me to write for you. — some asks wont b answered or written, i apologize in advance if yours isn’t.

♥︎ OTHER RULES — basic dni criteria ; don’t b racist, homophobic, misogynistic or transphobic. dni’s work both ways ; don’t interact w me, either. — if you have a blank blog, you get blocked on sight. — rambles / asks are saved as # 💌 chai is typing… — any tagged posts im tagged in will be saved as # 📬 tagged! — any fics ive read can be found as #currently reading : [show name] section — any women that are written will b sapphic ; dni w those posts if you only use he/him pronouns. — every reader will b gender neutral unless stated otherwise. — content warnings listed on each fic if needed.

♥︎ OTHER LINKS

main [where i reply / follow from] | boy groups | girl groups | other things

pinterest | wattpad | another version | ao3

MASTERLIST [ here ] spirited thoughts wrapped!

ONGOING SERIES soulmate au's

#finally made one !!#💌 : chai is typing…#📬 tagged!#✏️ : writing #request! <3 #lockscreens

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eternalyoo · 16 days

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Hi everybody ! My name is Alex, I’m back here after disappearing for months ! I’m a multi stan who like to make moodboards and edits ! I opened my request again if any of you want to make request ! 🫶

#i know I won’t get requests but hey fjsbjxbsjs #self promo✨#promo✨#alex.txt #text✏️

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shxtodxroki · 1 month

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This is for the matchups for Haikyu! There’s no one i wouldn’t wanna be matched with so anyone is fine!

Appearance: I have short brown curly hair that’s about shoulder length but when straightened it goes down to my butt (Shrinkage is real), I have Hazel eyes and i’m 5 tall. My skin color is pretty tan leaning on the warmer side and i’m Half Black Half Hispanic.

Hobbies: I really like singing and reading. In highschool, I do choir and musical theatre. For sports I love cheerleading and I love reading my favorite book atm is The Butterfly effect!

Personality: I’m an ENFP but when you first meet me i’m shy, really shy but i’ll gradually get more hyper and confident as someone gets to know me. I’m chaotic and a really nice. If someone i don’t know is being blatantly disrespectful i’ll be too shy to say anything but if it’s someone i know i’ll shut that shit down so fast. I’m the Mom friend of the group

Astrology (If you believe in that stuff): My Zodiac sign is a Libra! Birthday is Oct 22!

Extras: My favorite music genre is pop/K-pop. A few of my fav artists are ENHYPEN, Lana del rey and Melanie Martinez. My aesthetic is coquette and light academia. My favorite color is pink and my signature perfume scent is Miss Dior Absolutely blooming & Bath and Body works Champagne Toast! My favorite food is a good chicken sandwich and my fav dessert is Cheesecake! I think that should be everything! Thank you lovely! <3

Thank you thank you so much for messaging me and agreeing to this exchange, I had a lot of fun writing this and you were super friendly and nice to talk to! I hope you enjoy your match-up, I’d love to hear what you think once you read it! And you’re more than welcome to pay a visit to my blog anytime from now on, either to request something or just to chat! :D

I’d Match You With:

Koutaro Bokuto! :)

Reasoning:

Reading your description of yourself, my mind honestly just immediately went to Bokuto before anyone else! You two are so similar in a lot of ways, and even in the ways you differ I feel like they’d just make you match better together! He’s such a sweet, loving s/o, and you’re the perfect person to give him that same love and affection in return :D

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Bokuto absolutely love love loves that you enjoy cheerleading! Even if you’re not an official cheerleader for his team, he enjoys seeing you cheer for him in the stands and always looks for you to see your reactions when he does something particularly cool, and when he gets in slumps during games he now looks to you in the audience for a cheer as a pick-me-up rather than forcing Akaashi to give him another pep talk lol

- I can totally see Bokuto being the type of boyfriend to regularly bring food with him whenever the two of you hang out over at your house. He’s pretty much always hungry and knows what you like, so he frequently picks up some chicken sandwiches from your favorite restaurant and two slices of cheesecake from a local bakery on his way! It’s sort of become a ritual for the two of you after his games, and it always manages to lift his mood whether he’s won or lost :)

- Bokuto knows how much he loves having you come see his games, it means a lot to him to see you there and knowing you took the time out of your day to be supportive always warms his heart before a match. So in return, he always makes sure to attend all your choir concerts and your theater performances, no matter how he has to rearrange his schedule to do so <3 He wants to make sure you always feel supported and loved by him, and that you know that he’s just as committed to you as you are to him!

- And because you’re in choir, he also really loves hearing you sing :) Whenever he catches you singing when you’re over at his house or vice versa he’s quick to run into the room with a big grin and joins you (no matter how off-key he is lol he just wants to share the moment with you). And, on those rare days when he’s truly feeling down and having a hard time, he likes to lay his head in your lap and have you sing to him until he eventually drifts off for a nap :>

- I also think Bokuto would be a complete sucker for your curly hair, he just thinks it’s so so pretty! He loves watching you style it or do your hair-care if you have a specific routine and does his best to learn how when he does watch, so if you ever ask him to help he does his absolute best! He just loves getting to help you however he can, and he always thinks you look so pretty at the end <3

- He really really likes your signature scents as well, they both smell so nice to him and always remind him of you :> If he ever has a game away from school that you can’t join him for (after getting all pouty and whining about how much he’ll miss you lol) he always borrows one of your perfumes and spays it on his favorite jacket, because smelling the scent manages to comfort him and make it feel like you’re still there with him in some way. He sees it as a good luck charm <3

- I don’t really see Bokuto as a big reader, he doesn’t hate it or anything but it’s just never really caught his attention and he’s so busy that he just doesn’t often have time to pick up a book and relax. When you two start spending the night together more often, though, sometimes if there’s a book you’re really into he’ll let you read it aloud to him before bed and gets invested into the plot with you, or if you ask him to read a specific book, he does his best to (slowly) listen to the audiobook in his free time!

- Honestly I could see Bokuto being really into k-pop as well! He loves either bright bubblegum concepts or super aggressive, energetic ones (I can see him loving a lot of “noise music” songs, as someone who loves that kind of music myself lol) and whether or not he can dance, sometimes he tries practicing some of the choreography as a work-out if he doesn’t feel up to going to the gym some days! He’s also the perfect concert buddy, he gets so excited and loves singing along and doing all the fanchants alongside you!

- Bokuto very much has the same extroverted, bubbly/energetic and sometimes chaotic vibes that you do once you’re comfortable with someone, so the two of you match each other’s energy really well :D You’re the first person he goes to when he’s excited about something because he knows you’ll be just as giddy and excited as he is, and he just feels so happy and hyped up whenever he’s around you because you manage to return that same energy and excitement back to him!

- Though he’s a total sweetheart, Bokuto also doesn’t tolerate rude or disrespectful people in any form. Whether they’re targeting you directly or just making you uncomfortable and you don’t want to say anything, he’s quick to step in and tell them to get lost because he doesn’t like seeing you so overwhelmed or stressed out! He always wants you to feel at ease with him, and he’ll happily get rid of any disturbances in order to ensure that you do :D

Second Choice:

I also strongly considered Nishinoya when deciding your match-up, and I considered Akaashi as well! Noya gives me similar vibes to Bokuto in a lot of ways, and I could also see the two of you meshing really well together! For Akaashi he’s more subdued then the other two, but he’s incredibly supportive and may be a bit more of a balance for your extroversion, especially since he’s already best friends with Bokuto lol, but in the end I felt Bokuto just fit the best with your personality and interests :)

Song For Your Relationship:

Heart Attack by Chuu <3

#{✏️} - bee's writing #{💭} - bee answers #{💬} - requests #{🌸} - bee's beloveds #{🌻} - mxstyvelvet #haikyuu matchup #haikyuu matchups

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shirogane-oushirou · 3 months

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[us healthcare bureaucracy vent, with a selfship slant fhfddh]

perk of having ren as a boyfriend: dealing w insurance would be almost as opaque to him as it is to me, but he could at least say,

"wait, so your pcp sent the right [insert specialty here] location to them, but it's 1) the wrong doctor, 2) for a procedure instead of a consultation, 3) sent as an authorization and not a referral? don't bother spending all afternoon calling all of these specialty doctors, just message your pcp and ask them to fix it. no, you aren't stupid or paranoid, they fucked it up in almost every way imaginable. yeah you sent them all the correct info on their portal for easy reference, you didn't forget to do that. you're gucci."

#📌 [ my posts. ]#vent -#ourghhhhhh she literally made a referral 100% correctly within 2 days of the request. like. last week.#but these others that i asked for at the SAME TIME? helloooooOOO??#she's also been my referring doc for years and this hasnt happened before so idk what's up. ugh.#i'll be fine -- the important appt this week is fine -- it's just like. mkay. us healthcare strikes again 💕#venting done back to v!ren tagging dghfddf i'm getting so close to done...#✏️ [ my scenarios. ]

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we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono · 2 months

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Haven’t requested for a long time, so I’m just gonna drop Floyd from Trollsverse and SKEDADDLE~

i think i made him too cutesy

#dreamworks animation #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls floyd #my art #fanart #art by me #doodles #drawing #fandom #ibispaintx #✏️ request ✏️#ask #🥔 potato.ask 🥔

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roseglazedlens · 9 months

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Okay let's forget about all the agents Kennedy, alcohol and trauma in RC, Ada...ect,and turn to Leon s Kennedy as Your husband's policeman 36years is receiving a promotion to Chief Police Officer cuz I can't see my bbguy suffer more :(,you can add some nsfw if you want to

thank you for requesting lovely! i'm sorry i write so much angst hahhaha, but here is a change of pace! i've never written anything purely fluff (lol) and so many characters, so this is a challenge! i hope you enjoy!

⦑ take me home ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): leon kennedy x gn! reader synopsis: you throw a surprise party for your boyfriend's last day at work after his job promotion. content: pure fluff, established relationship, flirting, alcohol, leon is tipsy, but he's cute & not depressed ab it. claire, rebecca, jill & chris works in RPD. « 1 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Today is an unusual sight for the usually hectic police department in Raccoon City. The office is adorned with balloons, garlands, and laughter, celebrating not just the promotion of a well-loved officer, Leon S. Kennedy, but also his farewell as he relocates to a new precinct.

You should be happy for your boyfriend – and you are – but part of you will miss watching over his figure from your desk, casting flirtatious grins back and forth in attempts to distract each other from the rigorous paperwork.

A banner suspends between the light fixtures, observing the lopsided words ‘CONGRATULATIONS’, strings twisted into the knot. The culprit of this handiwork, Chris, puffs out his chest proudly, while Rebecca looks at him in disbelief.

“Chris, leave the decorations to Rebecca, please.” You break apart the squabble forming between them. Rebecca smirks as Chris descends the ladder, defeated. “Don’t forget everyone, this is supposed to be a surprise.”

“Claire, where is the card?” You interrogate the next person in your line of sight, who happens to be Claire. All whilst you signal Rebecca to tilt the banner slightly upwards. “Has everyone signed?”

“Yep. It’s just you left.” She hands over the card, before resuming to the case files on her computer.

The card scrawls with heartfelt blessings from your team, a lot of ‘good lucks’, ‘we’ll miss you’, and nostalgia when he was just a rookie. He worked hard for ten years to be a sergeant, and you know he deserves this.

You pick up your pen – contemplating the words to express how amazing he is, how you will love him forever, how you will miss the sneaky make-out sessions in the work janitor’s closet.

…Marvin will be so proud of you. Yours, ....

The vibration in your pocket cuts you off mid-sentence – Jill. She is supposed to be on the case with Leon for another thirty minutes. You read the text out loud.

“I can't hold him back much longer, we're on our way. ETA in five minutes!!”

The floor scrambles in panic to finalise their positions. Rebecca quickly secures the banner with some tape. Claire is passing party poppers. Chris is putting away the ladder to the storeroom.

As Jill enters the space with Leon following behind, all the confetti releases at once.

The rainbow plastic ribbons catching in his hair like stardust in sand. You catch a glimpse of surprise in his reaction, following with a light on the corner of his lips.

“To Leon!” your team lifts their glasses high in the air, sipping beers and cocktails all night. Leon is the star tonight – you can barely talk to him without two other people buying him drinks all night along.

You catch him a whole two hours later in the circle booth, after some of the crowd has dispersed, his cheeks redden from the many drinks consumed all in a few hours. You squeeze yourself through three different people to sit yourself next to Leon.

“Having fun?” You try to get his attention by nudging at his forearm. “Don’t get too drunk though, I have to take you home.”

Leon lifts his gaze, when he sees you right by him, a grin tug at his face almost immediately. His cerulean eyes somehow more glazy than usual.

“Thank you for doing all of this. You are so good for me.” Despite the scent of beer merging with his breath, the grin on his face remains childlike. One that you only see in his drunkenness, which he lets down his guard to show more of his emotional side.

“Everyone helped. Not just me.” You are thinking how cute Leon looks when he’s drunk. “You are well-loved in here. I’m just the facilitator.”

“How about you work for me?” Leon brings the back of your palm to his lips. “I can pull some strings, now that I’m sergeant.”

“Sergeant Kennedy, using your influence for personal goals? It’s not even your first day.” You quip with a slight chuckle.

“And what if I am?” He peppers kisses from your palm to your fingers, the faint heat from his lips sizzle through your nerves. “Sure you’ll enjoy less time on the field, and more time in my office.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” You decide to let this banter go on a little further. “I expect to be well-compensated for my extra duties.”

“That will depend on your performance.” He raises a sassy eyebrow, pulling you closer until your noses touch.

“Good thing I always hit my KPI’s.”

“I do like a hardworking employee…”

Eyes fluttering shut slowly, you smile into the kiss. His lips lay gently on yours, sucking slightly at your cupid’s bow. Your bodies move closer, so close that you rests your hand on Leon’s thigh for support. The kiss deepens further, sloppier, tongues intertwined until…

“Ahem.” Chris clears his throat loudly, snapping you back to the present.

You open your eyes to find the whole table staring at the two of you. Your gaze finds its way to Jill, which she immediately, most awkwardly, rolls her eyes to the ceiling as if there is something to see there. Claire is nonchalant, sipping her beer and simply enjoying the scene.

You retract the tongue that is still shoved in Leon’s mouth. A hint of pink is running up your cheeks, you don’t need to see it to feel it. Leon, however, is unphased by the attention from his coworkers. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, perhaps it’s knowing that he won’t be seeing these guys next Monday.

“So… next rounds on me. Who’s in?” Chris attempts to diffuse the awkwardness, which earns a few curt nods from the table.

Leon holds you by the hand, picking you up from the seat. “Sorry Chris, we’re gonna call it. It’s been a long night. Thanks for the party, everyone.”

You two shuffle past Chris and Jill out of the booth, after a round of hugs with everyone, you can practically feel Leon sprinting out the bar.

“How ‘bout we continue where we left off at my place?”

Your cheeks turn a deeper red. It seems like he will be the one to take you home tonight instead.

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dearest-painter · 1 year

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Yandere mom Julieta oneshot please? Only if you want to do it and are comfortable with it. I understand if you're not.

I got you! Also sorry for the long ass wait! And I went with fluff!

TW/CW:unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,abusive behavior,toxic behavior,Y/N uses they/them pronouns in this,Y/N is overwork,Y/N has a rat name Sebastian,Angst?,came out less Yandere,This is all for entertainment I do not support or condone this at all

You were Julieta’s youngest child just a year younger then Mirable. Your power was to take fear,you took away the villages fears and worries. It exhausted you because their fears would keep you from falling asleep so you stayed up often making sure Sebastian your rat was safe. Everyone noticed as they’d see you stumble,trip,or fall asleep randomly but quickly wake up and they saw the eye bags under your eyes. Your mom Julieta was worried for you as you were youngest child and have a lot of responsibility while only being 14!

Everyone was out the house except you and Sebastian as you two were in your room reading a book. Julieta knocked on your door. “Ye-As?” You yawned mid word as you saw your mom walk in. “N/N? You okay?” She sat in the edge of your bed as your eyes were half open and Sebastian was nuzzled in your neck. “Mhm…” “you aren’t,you haven’t been sleeping dear” “I know but it’s so scary sleeping now because each time I close my eyes to sleep I see their fears and I’m worried if they’ll become real a-and-“ you started to cry as you were finally opening up.

Julieta hugged you letting you cry into her chest. Soon your eyes felt even heavier then usual. You snuggled into your mother to fall asleep which you did. She smiled as she felt your breathing get back to normal. She rubbed your back as Sebastian slept on your pillow. She’d harm all those people again if she needed to. She’d make sure that no one abuses your power or you as long as she’s alive. She’d make sure that you were safe with her as long as she lived.

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bluenotegaming · 4 months

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Roleplay Request

Disclaimer: This will be a request for a Fandom only roleplay, if this doesn't interest you feel free to skip this post.

Hey everyone! I thought I would write a whole new roleplay request post for 2024, so here it is ^^

You can call me Gem or Blue, I'm 30F with Autism and go by she/her.

I'm looking for anyone that is 18+ that would be interested in roleplaying any of the fandoms that I will be listing below.

Key:

⭐ - Most interested.

✨ - Will roleplay if asked.

Fandoms

Transformers Animated ⭐

I have seen the episodes A Bridge Too Close, Transwarped, Human Error and Endgame, but I am familiar with the main Autobots and Deceptions to be able to comfortably roleplay it.

Transformers (Bayverse) ✨

I have seen Transformers 1, Revenge Of The Fallen, Dark Of The Moon, Age Of Extinction and The Last Knight.

I have also seen Bumblebee and Rise Of The Beasts, but I'm not as interested in roleplaying them.

Transformers Cybertron (Unicron Trilogy) ⭐

I have seen the episode 'Giant' and the episodes after it, so the focus will mostly be on those episodes and make it up after the canon series ends.

I'm familiar with the main Autobots and Deceptions to be able to roleplay this series.

Transformers Fall Of Cybertron ✨

The main focus would be on the chapter Metroplex Heeds The Call before making it up afterwards.

Doctor Who ⭐

I'm most familiar with Modern Who than I am with Classic Who.

Little Shop Of Horrors ⭐

1986 adaptation only.

Pixar's Cars ⭐

I've seen all three films, but the main focus will be on Cars 3.

Pacific Rim ✨

I have seen Pacific Rim and Pacific Rim: Uprising, but I prefer the first one since I've seen that one more times so I'm more familiar with the characters.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica ✨

I've seen the series and Rebellion.

Planes: Fire & Rescue ⭐

Even though I have seen Planes, I'm most familiar with the second one.

Van Helsing ✨

2004 film only.

Please read this document for my roleplay rules and extra roleplay information.

If you are interested, feel free to DM me on here or Wattpad (my Discord is private), introduce yourself and what fandom you would like to roleplay ^^

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applesontheground · 11 months

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could you write a nsfw piece with patrick bateman and a timid fem reader who’s started working at the office with him, which he doesn’t like because yk, misogyny. so, he invites her over and he’s degrading her and just being cruel under the guise of just hooking up but she surprisingly likes it. thank you!

i could absolutely do this, anon! (forgive me for the misogyny, though, lol!)

lion's den 💼

NSFW | Word Count: 1,931 | Patrick Bateman x Female Reader contains DUBCON/unwanted touching, very casual workplace misogyny/sexual harrassment, mentions of drug use, degradation 🎼: x

Even after tenure had weathered you well into your position in the workplace, there was still a subtle hostility every time you sat in the line of mostly single, mostly lawless men. It honestly fascinated you to see such clean-cut faces never progress past what you might have seen on a college campus, to do the things they did outside of work – but you kept that to yourself.

Like you didn’t do a line in those club bathrooms every so often.

Any threat posed by you wouldn’t be taken kindly to. It was as though an elephant had stampeded through the room as you sat yourself at the conference table, a small portfolio splayed in front of you. The presence was loud enough, the mere appearance that you were the only woman there, and that there was no need for a throat clear or even an adjustment in your chair that would break such fragile silence.

This only became worse when you were directed to lead the conference, your branch at Pierce and Pierce being the one under question, and so early in the morning on top of it. Just one good thing for you after another. Your voice began to take control. Rather, set on top of the surface of the room as all your male coworkers acted like it was holding any actual water. Everything was so fabricated you were close to tearing your own hair out should you be left alone.

“Any questions?” You asked towards the end of the display you had put on, oblivious to what was about to happen as you closed the portfolio. “[Y/N], I’m sure you get this question a lot,” You glanced up, interested at first until you heard a snicker from the other side of the conference table. You held your breath, gaze frozen to your coworker Turner as he went on, “But you know, you could leave us to do this sort of planning.”

Your throat tightened, a confused smile crawling over your expression as you lied, “I’m sorry, but I don’t-“

“Boys. He means us as in men, sweetheart.” The snickering voice finally broke into his abrasive tone, and the table couldn’t help but laugh along. You smirked, the fake chuckle in your mouth drier than you had meant it as you clasped your hands together, a quiet murmur above the voices, “Yes, I am aware. Not now, though, but maybe one day.”

“One of us could pick you off the vine,” Your teeth pressed together in their interlock, pressure building badly in your face as the smile became jagged. “Settle down, have some kids...”

“Turner, cut the shit. Not at the conference,” Another piped up, but he was leaning back in his chair; a posture he had worn the moment you had opened your mouth.

He watched this from afar, a few catches of the eye all he got from you as he took it in. Something was starting to cave underneath that smile, he figured, but the utter disdain he caught as you closed your mouth to run your tongue over your teeth. A sign of disgust, she’s hiding it well.

I wouldn’t tolerate blatant undermining from these men, he then concurred, more for a stroke at his own ego than any kudos to you. It was simply a power play, and he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t flat out admit it was delicious to watch. A dark tress of his own psyche asked the question, looking to the man who was leading the berating in harmless breaths. Why does Turner think that he has any sort of control over [Y/N]? Besides being a man, his performance at best runs alongside hers – let alone struggles to maintain even her average pace.

When he looked back over to you, pulling from the cyclone behind his glassy brown eyes, he then caught the stare that was quickly moving on, throwing itself to the window in a surprised flash of [y/e/c].

Was she staring at me? His mouth twitched from behind a curled hand, still doing his best to appear disinterested.

Why?

Maybe you could understand why there was such heavy drug use outside these walls now. Standing in a secluded break area, away from the council of airheads and with your cup of coffee, you recalled you had a flask in your office. Would anyone notice the spiked coffee? You thought with a smirk, but then seeing a glance of yourself in the crystal clear pot you were setting back in its place on the maker, you stomped the moment’s happiness back down with a following thought.

They’d notice if it was you.

“Oh, Miss [L/N]? Are you busy?” You almost didn’t recognize the voice of Jean, one of the secretaries for the VPs. You didn’t know if she was Constance or Bateman’s girl, but she cleared that up rather quickly with an introduction, stepping into the room with a downturned smile that did nothing to hide the intimidation she was feeling. “Jean, Mr. Bateman’s secretary. Have we spoken before?” You outstretched your hand and replied quietly, “Don’t believe so. Knew you helped one of the Vices here, though.”

She nodded hurriedly and mentioned, “Mr. Bateman told me that you were great at the meeting today. He…” She faltered, and you turned away from the counter fully, mug in hand and eyebrows furrowing. It was something you once again saw coming from a mile away, but still left the poor secretary to spit it out. “He wanted me to find you so that he could ask if you’d stop in his office at around two today. Go over your plans for the upcoming…uh-“

“Transfer?” You finished for her and smiled along when she beamed and nodded to you, “Yes, that. The transfer.”

You nodded, only thinking for a moment before answering, “Tell him I’ll be there, but I have another quick meeting at four. It’s a tight fit but I’m sure he’ll understand.”

Seeing that smile on her face again as she nodded for the third time in five minutes, you then admitted to her, “I’ll be honest, it felt like he was the only one taking me serious during the stand-up this morning.” Jean hummed in agreement, and mentioned, “He takes the girls here very…coldly, I think. I-It’s better than being laughed at, I suppose.” She paused, and then pleaded, “Oh, don’t tell him I said that.”

You winked at her, “Of course not. It’s between us.”

At two, you went down the hall with your portfolio (just as infamous as you were at this point). Jean gave you a meek smile to see you enter the small office that came before Bateman’s quarters, and before she had even got on the phone to tell him the door opened.

“[L/N],” He greeted, and you caught that he was overtly warm as he gestured inside. You wondered if this was going to be anything of substance, but still walked in with the same level of mock joy. “Bateman, glad to meet with you.”

The door closed behind you, and there was an almost serene silence as he walked over to his desk. A careful finger dragged on the page of his open planner, checking something while you merely stood there.

“You know, I think Turner had a point.” Your eyes grew cold, staring at him as he stood from his desk, eyes still on his planner as he closed it. He then stated in a plain voice, “You’re far too incompetent to be leading this transfer.” You scoffed and were about to mention something about tenure when he suddenly froze up and looked at you. It wasn’t a friendly workplace stare or the stifled contempt you had seen from coworkers before. It was irritating, downright callous as he seemed to already be looking past you. You couldn’t help but stand a little straighter as he then approached, still in a leisurely stroll.

He got uncomfortably close, and you almost pressed into his office door as he murmured, “I think that you take disrespect far too often to ever be taken seriously, [Y/N]. It’s embarrassing.”

For once, you received this sort of comment from a sharp voice that was a little more than a complicated strain of hot air. He meant that, something he wasn’t just regurgitating from his peers. It was honest, and it was making your face catch fire as you muttered, “I’ve earned my place here just as well as half the trust-fund children who bought their way here, Bateman.”

Part of you was downright terrified of losing your pristine mask, frowning as you gave his well-fit suit a glance up and down. He was doing the same, and the two of you met eyes at the same time. He then sighed, “Well, I don’t think it’s going to get you anywhere. Especially not here."

You dug your tongue into your cheek, and snapped back, “I don’t need to be anywhere else besides here.” A pause, and you quickly clarified, “In this office, doing these busywork transfers and inventory checks so you men can go on, do coke and fuck whoever you want in your free time.”

He took in a breath, facing you and not shy to start backing you into the door. It should’ve made you leave, but that same hollow reminder that HR wouldn’t do anything kept you glued to the door, trying to stand your ground even while downright petrified. You wondered if Jean had heard the door shift from your shoulders sliding up against it.

It shouldn’t have made you wet, either, but knowing he was speaking his mind – his cruel, lucid mind – was going straight to the part of you that desired that. You desired drugs, you desired distraction, but you desired something real more than any of it.

Suddenly, his hand slid up your thigh, and your mouth fell open to yelp but he silenced you with nearly boxing you against the door, feeling the heat kept between your legs even through the layers of fabric, the guise of professionalism. The shock melted into pleasure as he watched you crumble bit by bit, pressing harder against your sex just for good measure.

“Do you bring this on yourself because you like it?” He then asked, scrunching his nose, “That’s deplorable.”

“Please,” You huffed, “It's only because you've been the only man who means it.” His neck straightened, no longer ogling your body to see you smile at him in a wicked prick of the lips, “I hear it all the time from these goddamn parrots we work with. Turner heard it from Allen, Allen heard it from Constance…But that’s the first time a man has had the brain power to call me deplorable.”

His hand left your crotch, and he almost seemed taken back by the way you smiled. You then asked, “Are you telling human resources about this, or are you going to make a woman do it?”

He scoffed now, and reminded you, “They wouldn’t do anything.”

Grinning, you agreed, “I know.”

He was stunned again, watching you adjust your clothes from where he had haphazardly pushed them aside. “Let me know if you have any more concerns about the transfer, Mr. Bateman.” You plainly stated, turning the knob to his office door before excusing yourself.

You closed the door, and Jean and you both jumped when his fist pounded against the door. You stood with your back to the wood, and when you met the secretary's eyes, you merely smiled.

"That wasn't cold at all."

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