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princessbrunette · 1 month

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jj is so funny because he doesn’t even pick up on half the looks you’re giving him.

he’s always oblivious for a little while, tugging you around with him on a pogue mission only a few hours after he made you cream on his dick so hard you cried. you’re quiet, uncharacteristically so — not even intervening like you usually would when he pipes up with a dumb idea. you physically can’t. you can’t see any of his faults like this, only latching on harder to his charisma and the way he can command the groups attention at the drop of a hat.

you’ll take any excuse to touch him, giving him the big doe eyes as you cling to his bicep listening to him ramble. “look, i’m tellin’ you guys — it’s a solid idea. we got nothin’ else so i suggest y’all listen to me, honestly.” he clucks in that slightly southern accent that makes your tummy get warm. john b sighs, turning his attention to you.

“you allowing this?” he asks and you simply nod, unable to offer anything but a hazy smile.

when arriving to the abandoned building you were meant to be investigating, you get separated for a little bit — much to your devastation. you wait outside on look out with kie and sarah, whilst the boys check out the inside. jj flips a torch in his hand, chipper as ever as he strolls through the building, looking around.

his two friends eye eachother before speaking up.

“so, uh… jayj, i hate to be the one to tell you that you’re totally blind, but i think your little fangirl out there has been craving a little something from you.” john b arrives at his side, addressing the elephant in the room that the blonde seemed unaware of.

“what are you yappin’ about, dude?” jj is distracted, lifting a cover off some old tools lying around on the floor, making a mental note of how they might help them in a jam.

“your girlfriend looks like she’s constantly about to jump your bones.” pope calls bluntly from behind, a few strides back. jj’s attention is captured and he blinks at the two boys who stare at him with knowing smiles. he glances between the two of them before shaking his head.

“oh, nah — gave it to her real good this morning. had her cryin’ on it n’shit. ain’t no way she’s goin’ again, atleast until tomorrow.” he converses casually as they continue down the creaky path. john b and pope look at eachother with clear realisation on their faces, and the brunette slaps his shoulder.

“so that’s what that face is about… okay. she’s uh… dickmatised, man.” he presses his lips together in a smug smile and jj raises an eyebrow.

“cant just make up words, dude. its not fair. some of us struggle with regular words let alone that bullshit.”

“look, all we’re saying is we are proud of you jj. you’ve clearly been putting in the work.” pope teases making john b chuckle, nudging his arm against your boyfriends.

“y’all are so weird. but yes, for a matter of fact, i have.”

once reunited with you, he can’t hold back his own smirk, tonguing at the healing cut on his lip at the way you agree with just about anything he says, constantly reaching to run your hands along his skin. he finds fun in teasing you, purposely flustering you because he can, turning his whole body to face you and imposing in your space.

“damn, lil’ bitta’ dick and you get shy on me? thats actually very cute. i’m flattered.”

maybe you could go again, after all.

#jj maybank prompt #it’s this gif…… it does things to me

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vnards · 27 days

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MafiaAU pt 2

“Here you go!”

Ghost’s fingers stuttered.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Your attention stirred something in him. Your fingers began playing with your apron again. “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been watching the door since you’ve sat down.”

Ghost didn’t respond immediately, not used to having conversations with strangers as most thought he was too scary to even look at, “No. Pretty day outside.” He stated simply. He pulled his mask up to take a sip of coffee you had made for him.

You nod, almost eagerly, “I love spring. Sunny days are my favorite.” You look out the window to mourn your longing for outside. Ghost used the moment to soak in every inch of you. “Would you like a piece of pie? Fresh out the oven.” Your offer was so genuine, so polite.

He nods, “Please,” and you scamper back off behind the counter, a renewed pep. Ghost isn’t one for pie, prefers cake, but you asked so nicely. How could he refuse? Ghost’s phone dinged with a message. An all call from Price.

A shame.

You came back with the piece of pie, the light on your face dimmed as you see him place money on the table, “You're leaving?” you nearly sounded disappointed. It tugged on a string in his heart a bit.

“Enjoy it for me, doll.” The offer seemed to settle your sadness for something else.

“Oh, I-I can't. I'm still on the clock.”

“Sit.” The suggestion came out more of a command then anything. But you listened so well. And without question. “Eat my pie for me, darling.” He settle back into his booth, eyes scanning the room behind you for any potential threat. Ghost’s eyes lifted to the waiting at the till, over watching your interaction with him. His eyes held a suspicion he’s seen from other men before. Other men who want to dig his claws in a pretty thing like you.

The weight of the gun hidden against his chest whispers to him. Convincing him of a threat. His fingers being to tap again.

“What's your name?” the lithe in your voice breaking through the whispers. He gives you his full attention.

“Simon.” A name only those close to him use.

You smile and tell him your name. He repeats it, enjoying the feeling of it on his tongue. “I believe everyone has a story,” you eat his pie, just like he requested, “I think I'd like to know your story.”

Ghost’s fingers still. “I’m not a story you’d want to read, doll.”

You look up at him with those eyes of yours, a gentleness he knows he would ruin. The blood on his hands too stained to ever wash off.

He knows what he should do. He should walk away, let you go. Let you not be smeared by his meer presence. But Ghost was always a selfish man. Ghost tried to ignore the lick of fire at the thought of ruining you.

You slide a napkin across the table, a series of numbers written on it, your cheeks . Ghost cant help but smirk behind the mask. “Well, if you ever change your mind…”

The buzzing of his cell phone caught the table’s attention. Ghost grumbled, knowing only one person who would call him. You seem to know it’s a dismissal as well, seeming to slump further in the booth, the air of rejection about you. Ghost almost felt bad, but he hoped a few extra bills would make up for it.

The call continued to ring, Ghost was in no hurry to pick it up. You begin to protest at the extra cash on the table, but Ghost simply didn’t want to hear it. “Stay out of trouble, doll.”

He grabs the napkin as he goes.

previous part masterlist

#cod mw2 #captain john price #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #mafia!141 #mafia!au #poly 141 #poly 141 x reader

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celestialwhoree · 1 month

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hi!

could you write a soft (with a hint of spice) story about Simon or Konig where reader is in dire need of getting affection, but doesn’t want to bother them by asking?

please and thank you!! 🫶🫶

Of course I can!! Sorry for letting this gather dust in my ask box!! I keep meaning to go through my asks but I end up getting distracted and yapping!

mdni 🎀 mild nsfw

König doesn't pay you much attention as you sit curled on the worn couch in his office, trying to avoid the springs that dig through the old leather of the cushions, whilst simultaneously trying to get comfortable. At the beginning, the incessant snatching of his rudimentary biro on the obnoxious stack of forms occupying his desk had been soothing. You'd even managed to drift of for a snooze at one point, before being woken up by some sergeant barging into his office. Your positive mood has long since faded. You're hungry, having held out for the promise that he'd take you to your favourite restaurant as soon as he finished filling out his mission reports, said promise having been nearly three hours ago - and the stupid lights of his dingy office have you convinced that you've got a migraine coming on. "Shouldn't a colonel's office be a little nicer than this?" You hum, attempting to catch your boyfriend's attention, an attempt which is promptly thrown back out you when he gives a noncommittal grunt.

You manage to keep occupied with your own thoughts for another ten minutes before you're up on your feet, poring over the books on his shelf in an attempt to find something at least remotely engaging. Unfortunately, your boyfriend's literature is limited to weaponry and maps, neither of which you find particularly intriguing. Eventually you manage to find some dusty biography of some commander with a name you can't even pronounce, settling back on the couch to skim the pages for anything that may be of any possible interest. Unsurprisingly, it comes up naught. For a while, you try to settle with just resting, listening to the rhythmic sound of putting one to paper - a while being five minutes, and then you're at your wits end. König lets out a confused, slightly disgruntled huff as you plop yourself down on his lap, stuffing your face into the crook of his neck with a deep sigh. "Leibe-" He grunts, his pen dropping to the desk as he uses a hand to rub up and down your spine, suddenly sensing your frustration now that he's been ripped from the hyper-focussed state he'd been in. "Been ignoring me all day." You whine, aiming for him to take some pity on you. "You know I didn't mean to, my love." A massive hand stroking through your hair has you practically melting into him as he absently massages the nape of your neck with his strong fingers.

Apparently, having his attention isn't enough, because despite the hand alternating between brushing through your hair and soothing the muscles in his shoulders, you still find yourself grinding down on the sinewy muscle of his denim-clad thigh. "Needy thing." He coos as you rock your cunt back and forth over his tree trunk of a leg, blushing face hidden against his collar. He doesn't mind, of course, not at all. In fact, he gives a helping hand, gently bouncing his leg up and down as your hips cant needily against him, your panties slick soaked and see through as you get yourself off on his leg.

The minute you've finished, he's pressing affectionate, loving kisses to your head and rubbing the taut muscles of your back. "Next time you're bored, schatz, just tell me, hm?"

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mentos-or-mentoes · 2 months

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Headcanons! Cult of the lamb

Leshy, Heket, Shamura, Kallamar, Narinder and The lamb.

General:

(this will be in follower form for the bishops)

Leshy

Dude is definetly not happy upon being indoctrinated into the cult.

Like first he gets killed by the lamb and NOW he has to follow their commands? Yeah to say the least he might be a bit annoyed at first.

When you first introduce yourself, he might be a little skeptical mainly because he was a bishop so what were you gonna do? Make fun of him? Pull a ''prank'' Just because you could?

Surprisingly, no! You were kind, just trying to get to know him better, and trying to get him to know the cult a little better.

He is forever greatful if you help him around the place.

Romantic:

If Leshy smells anything he thinks is something like a flower, then he might try and guide you towards them.

Mainly because it might be difficult picking them, when he cant see where the hell he's going.

9.5 / 10 hugs and you cant convince me otherwise.

He might be a bit moist because of all the stuff growing on him but he definetly smells nice. (or atleast i headcanon it as such).

He can and will be a living scarf if he REALLY craves your attention.

He will just snuggling up to you in the middle of whatever you were doing.

Heket

General:

Heket was not the happiest when she awoke in the lambs cult to say the least.

Allthough she was hungry, (cant blame her tbh).

When you approached her and offered her a couple of berries as a little welcome gift you definetly became one of her favorites.

She probably didn't even want to try and care for someone that isn't her siblings, at this point.

She especially appreceates if you basically speak for her, mainly because you can get to the point (and the words) alot faster then her.

Heket will do absolutely anything to avoid you or anyone else finding out anything that embarrases her that isnt known, like her losing to the lamb.

She enjoys all meals with either you or her siblings.

Romantic:

If you pick her up in front of others for no reason you are getting the frog equivilent of a bitch slap.

She does still have a reputation to uphold to prevent the followers from being too cruel even as a member of the cult.

Okay but seriously, Heket is basically your knight in shining armor.

Someones bothering you? just tell Heket, and she will take care of it.

She loves it when you bring her snakcs while waiting for a meal to be done whenever you cook.

Can and will pass you notes of what she wants you to say to someone, if she's really annoyed bcause of something they did.

Might be dissapointed if you rephrase it, to not be as rude as what she wrote.

Shamura

General:

Them always seeking knowledge was definetly one of the things that allowed you to bond with them quickly.

You telling them about things they might find interesting, and them sharing some of the things they remember.

Shamura likes it when you remind them of small things they might forget.

They also like sharing stories of their past with you, or giving you small gifts.

Not that they cant defend themselves against other cult members who might be looking for payback (they probably can't).

But you talking some sense into the cultists heads definetly does not go unoticed.

Romantic:

Shamura probably does like cuddles, especially when comforting them.

Might forget that you gave them something and try to return it to you.

If you remind them, then well they'll probably feel a bit ashamed that they forgot one of your gifts.

Please comfort Shamura if this happens.

(sorry i couldn't come up with much for them Shamura fans).

Kallamar

General:

Kallamar is a very nervous person so you showing them kindness was definetly unexpected.

you being nice? To him, and this quickly? You must be plotting something, he thought. but when you continuesly kept showing kindness and defended him from any rude cult members, he quickly realized that it wasn't the case.

he likes it alot when you reassure him that everythings gonna be fine. This man isn't much for standing up for himself. So if you do stand up for him, when other cultists come to do whatever they'd wanna do, he'll be very thankful.

If you went through the trouble of learning sign language just to communicate with him easilier his heart basically melts (not literally though).

Romantic:

He loves holding your hand. he likes the comfort of you being around.

expect him to be with you for a majority of the time.

will hug you whenever he feels nervous if he is allowed to (usually he is).

If he's trying to talk to you about something personal he'll usually use sign language with you when alone.

Kallamar spends so much time with you that half of his stuff is probably at your place.

Narinder

General:

He was not letting anyone even try and converse with him, after his indoctrination.

Not like people were gonna try anyway, considering what he tried to do.

But theres always someone different, and that just so happened to be you.

You kept trying to start a conversation, pestering him untill he finally tried to actually speak with you.

He wasn't very happy when he finally did start talking.

Despite that you just kept coming back.

Soon he actually started trying to engage the conversations, not really having much else to do.

Small conversation became a small friendship.

Soon Narinder found himself actively trying to spend time with you , and you were more then happy to do so.

Atleast the place wasn't as bad now for Narinder.

Romantic:

This dude is for close to anything but PDA (Public displays of affection).

Will purr if you hug him.

Narinder will never admit it but he's a total cuddle bug when in private.

Will do anything to prevent the lamb from finding out because he already knows he's gonna get teased for eternity the second they find out.

May or may not actively seek you out if he's getting really needy for some cuddles.

Will have orange cat level stupid behavior if he somehow gets his hands on catnip.

The lamb / Lambert.

General:

upon first meeting you, for whatever reason you were wandering around the lands of the old faith, they immidietly asked if you wanted to become part of their cult.

Likes your dedication to the crown and the cult

If you're especially dedicated to the cult then they might read your mind (and might find out you're in love but who knows).

Definetly tries to become closer with you.

They might ask if you wanna go on walks to take a break from all the work.

If you have any problems then the lamb will be willing to do just about anything to help (not everything though).

Romantic:

The lamb definetly makes the first move.

They shower you in gifts, kisses and cuddles whenever they're not busy.

Will do a marriage ritiual as soon as you feel comfortable with it.

Will spend lots of time with you in their free time.

You're probably being put in charge of taking care of things whenever they go on crusades, mainly because they trust you the most.

Doesn't have alot of time when they're not working but they spend almost every second that they're not busy beside you

Expect surprise hugs.

Lots and lots of surprise hugs.

Alot of people are probably both jealous and happy for you because of you being with the lamb.

The lamb does not care because they got the most wonderful person in the world as their partner aka you <3.

(Hope you enjoyed my first ever headcannons)

#cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl lamb x reader #cotl bishops x reader #Shamura x reader #narinder x reader #leshy x reader #heket x reader #lambert x reader

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semisolidmind · 3 months

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Hi there, how are you?

So I came across your eternal servants au pic, and I was just wondering how would the dynamics change between the twice as bad duo and Peaches if she was their master? And how would they be the same or at least similar?

No pressure to answer obviously, I was just curious because it's such a cool pic.

(eh. i cant think of a good reason for her to be their master in my au, so ill just describe what my reader would be like as the master in @emelinstriker 's universe)

reader is a very benevolent master. she doesn't want to punish her champions. and it's only partially because...she doesn't think she can? they're all incredibly powerful, so...what right does she have as a relatively normal human to enact any sort of repercussions on them?

however, she also doesn't want them to kill if they can help it. i imagine she would attempt to talk any enemies down first (if she's present) before one of her fellas has to step in and take the aggressor out.

i really can't see reader giving orders to the champions unless she has to. it just feels so...wrong to give them commands, like they're nothing more than machines. she feels a sense of remorse for the champions. reader can't help but wonder who they were before.

reader doesn't play favorites. mostly because all of the champions unsettle her to some degree. she just can't get used to the idea that these powerful beings are at her beck and call.

however, wukong, macaque, mk, and azure are the ones she interacts with the most. the others seek her out as well (as is their want), but at least one of these four are never far from her side.

(i know it's just a cute collab w/ @theweepingegg and it's not canon, but bean mk is a cutie, so that's how he'll appear here) lil guy mk follows reader around like a duckling. reader genuinely can't help but baby him, he's just too cute. he'll tug on her skirts for attention and look up at her with those big ol eyes; she has to pick him up, she can't resist. it doesn't matter that he's capable of incredible violence, he's just a lil guy!

idk exactly how the masters are usually "acquired," but i imagine that reader was living a fairly normal life before she was nabbed and brought to the palace. she takes an exhausted pride in the fact that she didn't freak out as bad as she could have. and y'know, in spite of the way she got there, reader really hasn't minded having all this free time.

if the palace has a library, that's where you can usually find reader. she feels safer in there than anywhere else.

the only champion who gives reader a hard time is mink (of course). however, it's less in a "genuinely doesn't like her" kinda way and more in a "teasing her because he thinks it's funny and otherwise doesn't mind her" kinda way. he thinks it's funny to rile her up, knowing she won't actually punish him. the others don't really voice their opinions on the masters, so i think mink's attitude is a good indicator for whether a master is a good one.

overall, reader tries her best to be a good master. she knows her champions are doing their best.

#i think about emelins au occasionally #I really want to draw her version of azure w reader

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the-traveling-poet · 7 months

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it’s me again, and I’ve found an idea! Okay so, I’d like to request a Levi x lieutenant reader where the reader is sick but she is as stubborn as a mule and every time someone points that out she just brush it off some way, or elude the questions, until she feels so sick she can barely stand, and ask Levi for help? Thank you Lynn! 🤎🤎

Head-Cold

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What started off as a slight cough and a runny nose, now consumed your every waking moment in the form of a head-cold. The worse you get, the more your friends and comrades worry for your health.

But you’re fine, right?

Your stubbornness to be seen by a medic doesn’t go unnoticed by your Captain, who takes matters into his own hands.

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Pairing: Levi x Lieutenant!Sick!Reader

Warnings: Language, sick reader, mention of vomit

SFW, fluff, xReader

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A/N: Love this idea! Seriously tho the “I don’t need help I’m fine” trope that turns into the “Crush has to take care of you” trope? UNDEFEATED.

Also this request is ironic cause I’m coming down with a head cold myself xD

As always, if this doesn’t meet your expectations, I’ll rewrite whatever you prefer!

Enjoy~🤎

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The moment you woke up feeling nauseous, you knew today was gonna be a great day.

Rolling out of your bed with a stuffy groan, you shuffled over to your private bathroom and took a look at yourself in the mirror. Crusty eyes looked back at you from your reflection, and a red nose drew attention to the color in your face, making you look fevered. Placing a hand on your forehead, you could nearly confirm this was the case.

Mumbling incoherently to yourself, you tried your best to clean yourself up before you had to make an appearance for the day. Before leaving your dorm room, you’d gone through at least ten tissues and wiped your face with a damp wash cloth nearly just as many times. With your hair pulled up neatly away from your face and your clothes adjusted properly on your frame, you put on your best ‘I’m fine’ face and strode out into the hall.

Steadying yourself on your feet, you slowly made your way down to breakfast with the others in your regiment, gliding your hand along the wall to keep your ever wobbling balance.

Shit…Light headed, dizzy, nauseous, runny nose…what’s next, a headache?

You entered the hall and found your way to the kitchens to grab a bowl of what appeared to be soup.

Thank god, maybe this’ll help my poor throat…

You scanned the room over with tired eyes and spotted your fellow superiors sat around their usual table. Stifling a yawn, you trudged over and plopped down near Hange and Nanaba.

“Lieutenant Y/N,” Commander Erwin greeted you formally from across the table.

“Mornin’ C’mander,” you replied back in a stuffy tone, rubbing slightly at your nose.

The conversation happening around you paused, but you were too busy suffering to notice until a hand placed itself on your shoulder. Looking over, you spotted Hange giving you a confused look.

“Y/N, dear…Is everything alright?” they asked.

“Yeah, why?” you asked with a raised brow.

“Y/N, you look sick. Are you sure you’re alright?” Nanaba pestered from your other side.

“Sick? Ehh…maybe. Nothin’ I cant handle doe.” You sniffled, your throat feeling worse from trying to talk in a volume they’d be able to hear you in.

“Maybe you should go to the infirmary…You shouldn’t attend to duties today if you’re ill. You’ll just make yourself worse and possibly spread it to someone else!” Hange’s assistant, Moblit, spoke up from the other side of the scientist.

“Nah, I’ve had a lot worse, so therefor I can’t complain. This won’t kill me.” you argued stubbornly, taking a sip of your soup to hopefully help with the aching pain there.

“You’re sick. I smell it on you.”

You looked up to see Mike joining your table, a bowl of soup in his big hands as he sat down across from Nanaba.

“I’ll be fiiiiiine,” you sniffled, ignoring their concern. You’ve dealt with many hardships in life, both physical and mental. A little head cold wouldn’t be your downfall.

Finally giving into your stubbornness, they dropped your case and resumed their previous conversations. You attempted to follow suit as you ate, but a sudden wave of nausea made you set your spoon back down with a nearly inaudible groan. Deciding you couldn’t stomach anymore, you went to stand on shaky legs and discard your bowl.

Normally you’d let one of the others have what you couldn’t eat, but if Mike was right (and his nose always was) about you being sick, you didn’t want to risk infecting anyone else. Ever you were the considerate one, despite your dismissal of your own issues.

Before you could leave the hall, you found Levi walking in with an empty cup in his hand. After refilling it, he sat near Erwin at your table. He caught your gaze, and you were quick to look away shyly.

“You look like shit,” he greeted.

“Mornin’ Levi,” you greeted back, now trying to hold in a sneeze. As Hange eagerly filled him in on your situation, you rolled your eyes and made to leave the mess hall.

Training wasn’t going to be fun…

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Only twenty minutes in, and you were sweating like a pig. In order to catch your breath, you’d had to resort to breathing through your mouth since your nose was completely plugged up and runny.

Great. Just great.

Your legs shook and your head spun as you got off the ground for the nth time. Taking several shallow breaths, you closed your eyes for a moment and silently prayed to anything that might be listening that the torture would end soon.

“Oi, Lieutenant.”

You snapped your eyes open with a muffled ‘huh?’ and came face to face with the gaze of a glaring Captain Levi. He was running the training course today.

He stood several feet away from you, not wanting to come any closer after all Hange had told him.

“You shouldn’t be out here training, you’ll make yourself worse. Go to the infirmary,” he commanded.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you tried to reassure him breathlessly, wiping at your brow and nose.

He sighed, punching the bridge of his nose. “The one time I go easy on a brat and they refuse,” he mumbled to himself.

“That’s an order, L/N. Go.”

“You can’t orber me roun’. I’m a Lieutenan’.” Your stuffy voice was getting worse, paired with the scratching of your throat.

Another frustrated sigh left the Captain, but he really wasn’t in the mood to argue.

“Fine, have it your way. I was just trying to help, but if you want to make yourself worse, be my guest.”

As he started to walk off, you suddenly gasped and held at your mouth.

“Oh gob oh shid,” you mumbled, catching Levi’s attention. He turned back around, only to see you taking off in the opposite direction; a hand over your mouth and stomach.

He grimaced to himself, knowing immediately what was going on.

“Damn brat…”

Not wanting to vomit in front of everyone, you had raced back into HQ, desperately trying to hold down what little breakfast you’d managed to eat earlier. Throwing your dorm room open, you raced to the bathroom and barely made it to your personal bathroom before it all came back up.

You clutched the bowl of your toilet with shaky hands and coughed, grimacing as your throat burned. After brushing your teeth and cleaning up the bathroom, and yourself with a quick shower, you decided to finally take your friend’s advice.

Not to go to the infirmary, but instead to rest. Locked away in your room, you ignored the knocks and muffled voices at your door as you curled up under the blankets on your bed.

It may have been warm outside, but you were freezing. Despite the sweat that clung to your body, you attempted to rest.

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What felt like an eternity later, the sound of your door being messed with woke you up out of a deep sleep. Rubbing at your sweaty brow, you groaned as you saw your locked door handle twist.

Your door opened slowly, and with blurry eyes you could make out a head of raven hair. Shuffling under the covers, you looked over your shoulder to see Levi approaching your bed.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled sleepily.

“You missed lunch. And dinner,” he stated quietly, and it was only then you noticed a tray of food in his hands.

“Oh…What time is it?” you yawned, trying your best to cover your mouth and sit up, but the dizziness came back in full force, making you groan and lay back down.

“A little after eight,” he responded, setting the tray down on your bedside table.

“I tried to check up on you earlier, but you must have really been out of it.”

“How did you even get in here this time?” you asked with a raised brow. “I locked the door.”

“I picked the lock,” he stated in a ‘you seriously have to ask?’ tone of voice.

Shooting him a look of disbelief, you shook your head and attempted to sit up again.

“Why are you even in here? I’m sick. You might get sick.” You pointed out, knowing how skittish he was about germs.

With a sigh, he sat on the edge of your bed. “I decided to swallow my pride and make sure you didn’t die in here. Firstly, that’s a lot of paper work for me. Secondly, someone has to help your stubborn ass. Might as well be me.”

“And why’s that?” You pushed for more information, a smile slowly making its way onto your face. Though his face was turned away from you, you could make out a very faint pink hue blooming over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Why not me?” he mumbled.

“Awe, you do care,” you chuckled, voice a little raspy still from sleep and your scratchy throat.

“Shut it, brat. You’re stuffy, and it’s annoying to listen to you talk. The sooner you become less annoying to me, the better.” he grumbled, shooting you a pointed look over his shoulder that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Starting to understand, you couldn’t help but grin. Maybe he did care a little more than he was trying to let on…

“You wouldn’t have had to hear me talk like this if you hadn’t come in here,” you pointed out teasingly.

He didn’t have a retort for this, so instead he sighed in annoyance and picked up the forgotten tray of food.

“Eat your damn soup already. And take some meds for god’s sake. I grabbed a couple bottles on the way up here.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the tray from him, your fingers lightly brushing against his hands. He stiffened slightly at the contact, but made no comment. Instead, he quietly observed you taking a sip of the warm soup. He refused to tell you, but you could tell this wasn’t something that had been served for dinner. He had to have made this himself.

For you…

“Thanks, Levi. I guess I could maybe use the help.” You smiled at him, scooting a little closer to where he sat.

“Yeah no shit, now eat.” He didn’t move away from you. Instead, he discreetly moved a little closer.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to ask for help from time to time, you supposed. Especially if being sick meant you got to spend some time with your favorite Captain…

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sashketter · 9 days

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How the clone leaders react to getting a kiss on the cheek for helping you

Rex: He blushes from head to toe. He looks stunned, eyes wide and darting everywhere, as you pull away. The 501st doesn’t spend much time among civilians, often deployed to the frontlines for their consistent effectiveness, so the captain is unaccustomed to gestures of gratitude. He stumbles and mumbles a quick and low “thank you” before clearing his throat and giving a curt nod. On a dime, he blanches, shakes his head, and corrects himself, “Uh, oh, I mean, you’re welcome.” He sighs, winces, and closes his eyes as he shakes his head again.

Cody: He looks at you fondly, leans down, and places a hand on your elbow as you lean in. “Happy to help,” he says warmly. His smile is genuine, not just polite. As marshal commander, he interacts with more people than the other clone leaders, and as the Great Negotiator’s second-in-command, he’s become adept at diplomacy. He understands the need to represent his brothers well to the public and welcomes any small gesture of goodwill.

Howzer: He remains at parade rest throughout, a tight smile on his lips. “Just doing my duty,” he says politely before quickly moving on. He’s spent an inordinate amount of time with the civilian population of Ryloth, more than most clones whose campaigns usually last a few rotations before decamping to a new planet, so he’s familiar with their manners and customs. He’s ambivalent about these kinds of gestures, thinks they’re both unnecessary and yet a happy reminder of his competency.

Gregor: He won’t see it coming, and when he does, he freezes. He giggles and touches his cheek as you pull away. “What was that for,” he asks, slightly incredulous, and when you tell him, he huffs and follows confidently with, “Guess I should help you more often.” And you believe he actually will.

Wolffe: He’s at attention, his hands balled behind his back straight as an ironing board, but he tilts at the waist so you can reach his cheek. His eyes cant slightly in your direction, the corner of his mouth tugging up and his left eye wrinkling as you pull away. “My pleasure,” he purrs, low and sweet. As commander of the battalion typically tasked with rescue and recovery, he��s used to receiving thanks, and you quickly realize he enjoys this particular show of gratitude. He feels he’s earned it.

Fox: He still has his helmet on, but that doesn’t stop you. He sees you start to lean in and cuts you off immediately. “That’s not necessary,” he says sternly and walks away. The Coruscant Guard resents not being on the battlefront. Not that they think their work is below them, but they don’t feel their actions warrant such rewards when their brothers are dying throughout the galaxy.

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dolldefiler · 20 days

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haii !!

since we're being petty, i haven't held back on my pt2 of my previous ask >:)

i'm really sorry people are choosing to give you such abuse. continue to remember that we love you work and all of us depraved sluts would miss you so much if you quit for good :(

(i'm pretty certain my pt1 was posted on the 23rd if you've forgotten!)

"ah not today sweetheart"

i look up sweetly, and my hands go to undo my shirt, but you grab them roughly, somehow able to hold both of my small wrists in one hand 's grasp. "are you this much of a desperate slut? always wanting my dick aren't you? who would know tha such a cute, innocent and humble little girl is ths needy"

i squirm and blush; daddys so amazing and strong, noone compares to my owner. i'd then whimper slightly, my pussys wet and throbbing, begging for attention. the attention of my one and only master and soulmate. daddy's other hand goes to my ankles and takes off my panties, which id pulled down in haste to tease myself earlier. you'd dangle them in front of me, "they"re soaked sweetheart, were you this horny for daddy?" .

i try to move my arms but master's singular hand has me utterly restrained. "yes daddy... i couldn't help myself.. i'll be better, i'll be a.. a goodgirl for you i promise. i'm really sorry. i just wanted to feel good ".

i see you frown and suddenly, your hands are at my throat again. harder this time.

"'feel good' hm? you wanted to 'feel good' without me? you're my fucktoy, understand? you're here to make me feel good, baby. if my little girl wants to feel 'good', she'll have to beg for my permission. do i make that clear?"

you tighten your grip until i can barely muster an "mhm" and you release me. I'd bite my lip, partly in fear and partly in awe of what you'd do next.

"good slut, now open. yes, sweetie, your mouth. open wide.. yeah, that's my good girl" you put your two fingers in my mouth and i instinctively suck on them. daddy's fingers feel so good inside my little droolhole. you push them further down my throat and i feel myself gagging slightly. daddy would then pull his fingers out from my mouth. "stick your tongue out", you'd tell me and i do as i'm told immediately, feeling my pussy throbbing more, demanding attention and getting wetter with each command. "further." i do so and daddy spits in my mouth. "swallow" - i gulp, swallowing master's spit, and then show daddy that his delicious spit is gone. "what do we say?" i look down at your dick and then back up at your face - "th-thank you master"

"aw, does my favourite whore want daddy's dick to violently fuck her? is that what you were thinking about when you decided to touch yourself, hm?" without even waiting for my pathetic response, you push your hard and aching dick into my pussy. daddy watches my face intently as he does so, witnessing the exact moment of pain when your dick stretches my tight little pussy out all at once. you're as deep as possible, and i cant believe my pussys taken all of your dick this quickly. it hurts slightly but you're grabbing my ass to pull me close so that you can ensure every delicious and devastating inch of your dick is inside me, cosy against my walls.

master smiles at me and pats my head momentarily, allowing me to cockwarm him for a few moments and for me to adjust to his enormous presence inside me. then suddenly, his hands come back to my throat and hes thrusting into me. hard. fast. mercilessly. i feel as though i'm watching my body be fucked and abused in third-person. my uncontrollably wet pussy covers your cock in my slick, , allowing you to submerge yourself in and out of my tight little pussy. father's fucking against my walls faster and.. it feels so good, i don't want daddy to stop, but something about the way you're using my body, thrusting into me as hard as you can makes me want to scream out and beg you to free me, to stop fucking my pussy. maybe the thought of me actively telling, begging and pleading with you to stop and you not listening, too engrossed in fucking your way to heaven, turns me on even more. the decision to ignore a slut's cries for help as you fuck me with violent hunger in your eyes, as if you'd devour me whole. you're raping me.

the realisation of what i want hits hard, making me clench around your abusive cock. i hear master's grunts of pleasure as he continues to fuck my even-tighter pussy, and my mind is blank.... i know that you'd gladly eat me alive, perhaps biting your innocent little princess until you draw blood, and then you'd blame me for being such a mindless whore. a slut that teases her pussy without permission...

daddy would kiss down from my neck to my tits, biting, licking and sucking them. my nipples get so excited when daddy licks and sucks them, it sends shivers down my spine. you're still fucking me, my whole body jutting with each hard thrust. i cant stop myself from whimpering and moaning in pleasure as you vigorously push yourself deeper inside me, withdrawing and then crashing into my depths once more, hitting my pleasure spots each time. my nipples are erect and you lick them. i feel you withdraw from me and i go to cry out, not wanting you to stop using my pink little fuckhole. but, you rise up and drag your tip along my tits, against my nipples, making my pussy throb and almost reach orgasm - without me even touching my little pleasure bean. as daddy teases me with his delicious tip, he'd whisper praises to me: "yeah, you like this? such a good fuckin whore aren't you, baby?.. what's that? you want daddy to put his dick between your tits?" you grab my throat again briefly, as if reminding me of your strength, before grabbing my hands and placing them on my tits, making me squeeze them together around your huge dick. "just like that baby, yeah.. i'm so.. fuck.. i'm so proud of my little girl". i blush again, wanting to rub my clit so badly, but both of my hands are preoccupied. daddy's slipping his dick between my tits, fucking them.

daddy's tip looks so perfect, so lickable and pretty. i go to spit on it, drool covering my chin and your dick simultaneously. my tits are sticky and i watch in excitement as i see daddy's precum emerge from his dick. i whisper (in fear) "um. please can.. daddy cum all... over me?"

you slap my face, hard. "i'll cum wherever the fuck i want, understand? you're my bitch okay? i fucking own you, baby. you and that little fucking pussy" as daddy says this, he puts his fingers inside my pussy. i whimper loudly, my hips bucking up. master would lean back, still fingering me and watching me as i writhe in pure heavenly pleasure. you slide your fingers out of my pussy and make me suck on them briefly before you push me down and position yourself above me. daddy starts to jerk off over me. i watch his glistening dick, admiring his veins and his big hands around his even bigger dick. daddy stops fingering me, moving his hands to squeeze the perky spheres on my chest, then playing with your balls above me.

i begin to finger myself, i can't help it. i'm such a needy slut for my master. daddys jerking himself off faster, his heavy breathing and grunts turn me on so much. "baby, i 'm gonna cum, open fucking wide" . i open my mouth and euphoria hits as daddys delicious cum covers my face. i swallow what's landed in my mouth, (it tastes so good..!) and look up at him as i finger fuck myself faster, my legs shaking as i'm about to cum. quickly, master replaces my fingers with his. daddys fingers are so much bigger than mine and you fingerfuck me deeper and more violently, i'm cumming on your fingers and i whimper and scream in our bed. i can't muster a word or thought as i lie next to my owner, breathing heavily, my ass is glistening. my pussy drools from its defeat.

i'm so glad my daddy caught me playing with my pussy today :)

-UnicornSparkleSlut

Hallo again, miss Unicorn. As ever, you continue to grace my asks with your wonderful writing. If anyone's curious, this is the part 1, she's referring to.

#asks #UnicornSparkleSlut

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xuchiya · 4 months

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currently thinking about touch starved san 👀 likee imagine you're at a party with his friends and your friends and hes eyefucking you the entire night until he cant take it anymore and pulls you into the car for... the rest is to imagine 🤭

u have no idea that i have not come up any ideas on san/yunho but OMYGAHDDDD OKAY OKAYY MY MIND SUDDENLY WENT FIREWORKS. IMAGINE HIS WHINEY AND POUTY FACE AND BEGGING??

so u requested, i shall grant.

pairing: choi san x female reader

words: 1.1k requests are open!!

🔞 just imagine San slightly getting drunk on each shots he takes until he knew to himself that he had enough. His eyes were slightly hazy yet he could still acknowledge his surroundings—until he saw you. You were having fun with your friends along with his two other members, Wooyoung and Mingi. His vision focuses on you as you sway your hips on the beat, even going down to place your hand on your knees to give his two friends a show of your ass. His throat tightens when Mingi places a hand on your hips and sways along with yours then Wooyoung grabs your cheeks shaking them as you all three laugh at your states. You look so pretty in that purple rhinestone top and matching skirt with a leg chain attached to it— his favourite colour and the outfit he finds himself getting hard each time you bend down and your ass can be seen through it.

San knew about your friendship with them way before Ateez was created so seeing you guys like in this state is not a new thing but the fact that San has not been able to do things with you—not even close to touching your ass as Mingi did— he had enough. He had been wanting to do it with you for days—turning into weeks even, but you have been cockblocking him to stir him up so he had enough of you playing your games and it was time to get your attention. He has been starving to have your hands all over him, he misses the way your hands move flawlessly around his cock, your mouth going down his shaft until it hits that back of your throat, tongue gliding, how you take him so well and the way your pussy clamp down on his aching cock as you ride him. He misses your touch— He misses you. Those ass that shakes every time he rams back inside your pussy, your pornographic moans and squeals of pleasure leaving your lips as his hips meets yours in great speed, hands on your throat.

His thoughts were all over the place making his cock spring up on his boxers, his pants not helping to hide his hard on. All of these scenarios are because of you and you will take care of his problem. San got up from his seat, having had enough of these thoughts and wanted to get over them. When he was near you, he cleared his throat, “Hey bun …” You spun to see your boyfriend with a look that you know so well. You smirk towards Wooyoung and Mingi, giving them a hug letting them know of your plan before parting ways, not before saying goodbyes to your friends. It was taking a long time in San’s that he was dragging you out of the club and inside your car. The atmosphere is so tense that San cut it down with his whine, “Were you teasing me?” You smirk once again, leaning backwards on your seat, “What would you do if I say I am?” You turn to him to see his pants were indeed uncomfortable to be in if the outline of his cock is not noticeable, you look at his pleading eyes, “Have you been thinking about me Sannie?” He nodded, biting his lips, “Please please touch me…” You know deep down that you can’t stay in character for long that you chuckle, driving off somewhere that less people can see and hear. You park 4 blocks down before turning the car off, “Backseat and strip.” You command, without any second thoughts San was already at the backseat stripping down leaving him nothing. When you made your way over, the tip of his cock so red and spring up angrily, ready to be wrapped around your pussy. You cooed, not near touching, “Is my Sannie needy?” He nodded, groaning on the tease, “Yes yes bun please.” You bit your lip, your hands running gently on his bare chest then down to his thighs, your fingers brushing on his cock making him cry in despair, “I’ll be a good boy please … please suck me.” You chuckle taking him all of sudden in your hands making him jerk in his seat as your hands move up and down his cock, his sensitivity after not being touch for weeks threatens him to cum immediately but he knew not to if he can gets to cum inside your pussy, “Are you gonna cum Sannie? … “You leaned closer to his ears while stroking him, “Do you want to cum inside me?” He looks at you with hooded eyes, “I-Inside .. I want to cum inside you.” You smile, moving away slightly to lay down whatever space is left, spreading your legs open, one over the chair behind his head and the other in the air.

You weren’t wearing any panties either so when you exposed yourself to San, pussy glistening and bare, your skirt riding up past your hips then moving your pussy lips aside with your fingers, “Go ahead Sannie … “ San didn’t miss a beat and had you pulling closer to him by your hips, stroking his cock before slapping his cock on your glistening pussy making him whimper, “Thank you bun!” When he slowly enters you, your mouth hangs open, a high pitch squeal leaves your throat as he bottoms out. His hips still letting you adjust before you knew it, the whole car started shaking, windows fogged as he rams continuously inside your pussy. His broken moans every time he comes back inside, hissing softly through his teeth whenever you clamp on his cock, “Fu-Fuck I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” His thrust keeps getting harder and harder, making your ass claps on his hips creating a smacking sounds, until you pull him by wrapping your legs around him, “Then cum for me Sannie fuck!” That tips him over the edge, making him wrap around you, holding your hips down as cums deep inside you. Painting your walls white was his favourite thing to do, after calming down not yet pulling out, “You know … " His voice was hoarse, yet it made you curious, you looked at him out of breath, “What?” He chuckles, toying with your tits, pinching, circling them in his hands making you squirm, a moany-gasp leaving your lips, “I played along with your games because I know them…” His whiney and begging was all just a facade to make you think you have the upper hand and the touch-starved planned did work but you know you are deeper trouble now, he leaned closer to you with a smirk, “So the next time you want me to go harder, just tell me and I won’t make you walk for days.”

i hope you like it!!

#ateez #ateez choi san #choi san #choi san imagines #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #choi san smut #choi san x reader #san ateez #ateez fanfic #kpop smut

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tickletastic · 4 months

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Can I ask for headcanons about the Robins?

Yes, absolutely! I have some batfam headcanons here (and probably a bunch more in my tags), so these ones will focus on them as robins

Dick

Such a little shit, but almost impossible to control because of his unlimited energy

while, as nightwing, he's used to being the eldest, when he was robin, he was almost always the youngest around, so he suffered a lot of the younger sibling torture at the hands of the titans and yj

while bruce wanted dick to be more serious, especially when he's leading a team, i think he was actually terrible at it until jason came around, i don't think this boy could deliver a single command to the titans without bursting out laughing

i think the older people in the titans would probably tickle him when he tried to lean too hard into the whole serious bat thing, to remind him that he's just a kid, and being a twelve year old is more important for his development than fighting crime

while it embarrasses dick immensely to outright admit he likes being tickled, the titans, bruce, and alfred all found out pretty damn fast

dick would get a bit too hyper and end up bouncing (literally) off the walls, hanging from wayne manor chandeliers, and bruce would have to find a way to wrangle him down, eventually he realized that tickling was a great way to drain all of dick's energy (at least for an hour or two)

at some point, while dick would still pretend to put up a fight when peeled down from the ceiling, he would let bruce catch him much easier because he'd be excited for the tickles

i think he's probably ask bruce for soft tummy tickles or back tickles to fall asleep sometimes

Jason

when jason first moved to the manor, he was prickly, to say the absolute least, and it probably took a while for him to warm up to touch given that he grew up in crime alley

the first time that jason doesnt flinch away when dick, alfred, or bruce go to touch him, they consider it a huge win, but still, none of them want to push it too far out of fear that jason will become all skittish again

i think they probably find out that jason is ticklish after patrol, when he's getting checked for injuries,, alfred was probably just trying to check his ribs and jason started to giggle uncontrollably, and suddenly everyone was trying to hide that their attention was on jason being adorable

when jason started leaning into touches is when everyone took it as a sign that he completely trusted them, because jason is not one to tell anybody what he wants, even if he doesn't have to say it out loud

after that, dick took it as free reign to tease jason all he wanted

jason was insanely ticklish when he was robin, but even if he was completely breathless with tears streaming down his face, he would never admit that he was.... but dick still tried to get him to admit it every time

bruce wasnt sure if jason would be anything like dick, but he did try the soft tummy and back tickles on jason to see if he found it relaxing, unfortunately for jason, he found even that to be unbearably ticklish, though he did love bruce's affection

Damian

i always forget that he's literally just a kid, like he's literally pocket sized

not incredibly ticklish like jason was when he was robin, but ticklish enough everywhere that he will at least giggle steadily, even if the spot isnt that bad

he would kill anyone who even attempted to say it out loud but he adores being tickled by his family

i think he loves all affection from his family in general, especially dick and bruce, but he's going to argue, insult, and fight his way through it no matter the form, including tickling

damian is 100% the type to dish out black eyes and bloody noses while he's being tickled

he does actually like back and neck tickles from dick when he's going to sleep, but he cant help himself from laughing, even though he likes how it feels

gets tickled most often by dick and bruce, but every once in a while he'll get thrown over jason's shoulder and tickled until he's actually saying "please stop" instead of just demanding that jason stop

Tim

his ticklishness is pretty similar to dick's, though he can't handle even a second of anticipation, both as robin and as red robin

this is something dick knew very well, and he would use it against tim at any opportunity, just hovering his fingers an inch away from a ticklish spot and watching tim giggle hysterically as if he really is getting tickled

he finds it to be a lot more flustering than his brothers do, and he can't handle teasing at all

after jason's death, dick made sure that tim knew how much he appreciated and loved him, which included A LOT of affection (enough to make up for two brothers)

as a result, i think dick probably found out that tim was ticklish first, by manoeuvring him while they were cuddling or trying to give him a massage

when tim was robin, he would laugh so hard it would even surprise himself, he wouldn't be able to make out a single word while getting tickled silly by dick or bruce

weirdly, i think tim was probably the best at hiding it too,,, i think, while he can't handle anticipation, if someone accidentally brushed him, or if he knew he was going to get checked for injuries, he'd be able to school his features pretty well for a little bit

i think, as robin, he hated the earpieces because the vibrations when someone was talking over the comms tickled too much, though he eventually grew out of it (aka replaced just his comms system with one that wouldn't vibrate so he wouldn't giggle out loud on patrol)

#ask #anon #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfam #batfamily #robin #x4

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mx-darling-1 · 1 year

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Hello! If it's okay, can you please write some headcanons of Wally with a reader who has constant back pain? Thank you, have a nice day and remember to drink water!

Of course! I don't experience it much myself, so I did some research for the chapter! Please let me know if I represent anything wrong!

Wally Darling X GN Reader Back Pain Headcannons

❤️ When you first moved to the neighborhood, your friends quickly noticed your 'predicament'. You would struggle to lift larger objects, being extreamly in pain every time you tried. Their would be times, fairly often, when you would simply be walking and the pain would hit. You supposed that was why Wally took such an interest in you. Wally was by your side at all times, as soon as he noticed any pain he was right there to help you. He got Howdy to order pain meds, and started to get you medication that lessened the pain you were so consistantly in.

🧡Some days were worse then others, you accepted that. Wally on the other hand...he could never accept it. On your worse days, Wallys lays you down on the couch, gets you comfortable and puts on your favorite show. Hes always a bit touchy about you spending time with people other then him. But, whenever you ask him to, he invites all of the neighbors over to spend time with you. Though its important to him that they dont hurt you any worse since you were already in pain.

💛On days your pain is a dull ache, you help the neighbors with different activities. Sometimes youll make costumes with Sally, bake with Poppy, or watch butterflys with Frank. Youve taken notice to the fact that Wally is always keeping an eye on you during these days, although he takes a step back to be less obvious. At first it was definitely a bit odd and caused you slight discomfort, but the longer you stayed in Welcome home, the more you became used to it, after all, it was Wallys way of expressing his concern for you.

💚Youve grown accustomed to Wallys constant concern for you, and you figured that he just cared this much about all his neighbors. So, you decided to test the theory, just by watching his interactions with the others of course. But...he never seemed to be as concerned with any of them and his special attention became very apparent to you. This is when you finally spoke up to him, after all you didnt want to be babied or looked down upon simply because of some pain that youve grown accustom to.

You walked towards Home, asking to be let inside and the door simply opened. By Wallys command, Home was supposed to let you in whenever you asked after all. Quickly you made your way to Wallys room and knocked on the door. "Hey, Wally, we need to talk." You hear his muffled voice through the door, not to sure what he was doing this morning, but he was obviously not asleep. "Of course dear neighbor, come on it." You took a deep breath before opening the door. As his room came into view you could see Wally sitting at his vanity, his hair was still down as he was doing his makeup. "What did you need to talk about neighbor?" Wally turned to you, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

"Well, I wanted to ask why you baby me compared to the other neighbors? I know I experience pain...and thank you so much for trying to help, but it doesnt mean I cant take care of myself or do basic tasks!" Wally quickly looks panicked, waving his hands out in front of him. "No no neighbor! It isnt like that at all! I just dont want you to hurt yourself!" You look at him a little in disbelief. Although you enjoyed the sentiment, you simply werent that incapable. "Eddie is more accident prone then I am!" Wally huffs slightly, struggling to explain his emotions and desperatly not wanting you to be upset with him.

"Eddie is different!" You truly didnt understand why Wally was treating you different, and it hurt your pride, as well as your heart. He was treating you like a child, and you just wanted him to see you as an equal. "How is Eddie any different then me??" Wally looks at a loss for words for only a moment, collecting himself before looking into your eyes. "Because neighbor, he isnt you. You are so precious to me, and I simply wouldnt be able to stand it if you were to get hurt..." You head began to hurt, you simply couldn't understand what Wally was trying to say, and Wally didnt seem to know how to say what he wanted to. Luckily, a few creaks and groans came from Home and Wally spoke up again. "Youre right home!" Walky turns back you, walking over and gently grabbing your hands. "Your pain matters to me, because I love you [Name]."

Hopefully this was okay! I definitely struggled a little, but hopefully its not to noticable! Have an amazing day and remember to drink something!

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #gender nuetral reader #oneshots #x reader #gn reader #reader with back pain #protective wally #wally darling fanfic

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 8 months

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Hi its me! Cupcake berserker reader anon!

Can we get readee during the whole cake arc since she's rather new to the crew big mom isnt fully aware of who she is.

Reader tries to sneak around the island trying to find sanji and she bumps into general katakuri. She knows hes the enemy but she cant help but be amazed by him.

Hijinxs ensue as reader accidentally impress big mom and her family starts to adore reader

At the end I really want her to comfort and violently head butt sanji when he yells at luffy when judge leaves. Ive always wanted to do that she could say something along the lines of " I'm the dumbest person I know sanji but right now your the dumb one! You say that you hate everything about your heartless brothers yet you're allowing your shitty daddy get to you?! Hes right! Youre nothing that he planned but those are the parts are what I love you big dummy!!!" She would head butt him a few more times to get the message across.

I also think she would be really cold to nami after that one scene when sanji and the strawhats reunite. Think of the coldness of marika from " chilling in my 30s" if you dont know her you can get a clip of her on youtube!

I hope this is alright!

-It was supposed to be an easy mission, get to Whole Cake Island, find Sanji, then meet up with the rest of the crew in Wano!

-However, with your captain being Luffy, nothing ever goes to plan. You knew this well, but when you found yourself alone, apart from Nami and Luffy and now staring up at one of the Charlotte Family’s Sweet Commanders, Katakuri.

-He didn’t know what to make of you when you literally ran into him and almost took him off his feet, despite not even reaching his knees.

-He felt a pull towards you, you were so strong, but so soft and delicate looking, choosing to ignore the battle axe you were dragging behind you, wearing a cute, fluffy dress and looking just downright adorable!!

-Big Mom didn’t know what to make of you when her son brought you to her, she knew that you were a part of the Straw Hat Crew, much like Judge’s son who was due to marry Pudding soon, but she didn’t know much about you, since you were new to Luffy’s crew.

However, you looked so adorable! You didn’t look like a pirate at all! How could someone as dainty and adorable looking as you be a pirate?!

-However, Big Mom shocked everyone, as Katakuri had never shown any interest in women before, “You should marry Katakuri!!”

-Katakuri wasn’t against it, actually happy, but he wasn’t showing it, but you were polite in your refusal, “I apologize, but I’m not looking to marry anyone right now.” Many were surprised of your refusal, as most would never think to, but this showed how naïve you were, you needed to be protected!!

-However, when Katakuri went to grab you, you showed off your skills, showing why you were in Luffy’s crew as you easily knocked Katakuri back, using the blunt edge of your axe, showing your strength and unfortunately getting a lot of attention on you.

-Big Mom and Katakuri both were impressed with your raw strength, Big Mom knew that any children you had, especially with Katakuri, were going to be insanely powerful!!

-An hour later you were finally reunited with your crew, including Sanji, and you cheerfully called out to him, “Sanji!!” his brothers saw you and you instantly took all four of them off their feet.

-You held your hand over your lips, “Ah~? There’s four of you?” Nami and Luffy were both yelling at Sanji as you noticed a larger man walking away and Sanji sneered down at them, telling them all to leave.

-You knew this was just a front, as Sanji would never talk to Nami like that, and he had way more respect for Luffy than to talk to him like that.

-You glared hard as you leapt up, leaving your axe by Nami, “You big- DUMMY!!” as you shouted your head came down hard on his own head, head-butting him and sending him to the ground hard.

-His brothers were in shock, as you didn’t look like a fighter as you shouted down at Sanji, hands on your hips, “You’re going to let him get to you even though you can’t stand a thing about them? You big dummy! Nobody is going to be perfect- those imperfections are what I love about you- what we all love about you- except maybe Zoro.”

-You calmed down towards the end of your little rant, losing steam as he stared up at you in shock from his spot on the ground.

-Sanji then flew back, blood spurting front him nose as he got an eyeful as you turned, hearing Luffy call out your name and saw your panties and you turned, rushing over, “Sanji- are you okay?!”

-You didn’t see what hurt him, not realizing what he had seen, as his brothers were surrounded by flames of rage as you held him up, resting his head against your chest, unintentionally making things worse as Sanji felt like he could die happy.

-Nami held her hand to her face, shaking her head, a bit exasperated, but she knew that you got through to Sanji more, but that didn’t mean he was off the hook!!

-Once you were all sailing away to Wano, Sanji waited on you and Nami hand and foot, trying to appease you both, as he knew you were both upset with him.

-Nami was pettier than you were, trying to drag it out, while you were showering him with love and attention, so he would never want to leave ever again.

-He didn’t, especially if he might get to have a glimpse of heaven again, but nobody else needed to know that.

#one piece #luffy #sanji #nami #big mom pirates #katakuri

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komorezuki · 3 months

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The next infernal team in Hell: Skittles and Morax. Problems of demons' representation in s2

Well, I am keep viewing demons in s2 and my attention was drawn to these two.

They were credited as the demon Morax and the demon Skittles.

Lets look more closely at them. Skittles is first. What's the name? Why Skittles? She isnt even multicolored. Ok. She was played by Ann Louise Ross. She is looking like old evil lady. Or like a visitor of Berlin techno rave or of Wave Gotik Treffen idk. I love her honestly.

Her spirit animal is supposedly a raven or crow (or another bird). Look at the black feather on her belt and at the bird skull necklace:

I think she could be associated with goetian Malphas:

Great President of Hell, with 40 legions of demons under his command and is second in command under Satan. He appears as a raven, but if requested, will instead resemble a man with a hoarse voice. Malphas is said to build houses, high towers and strongholds, throw down the buildings of enemies, destroy enemies' desires or thoughts (and/or make them known to the conjurer) and all that they have done, give good familiars, and quickly bring artificers together from all places of the world.

The second one is called Morax. He is clearly a demon from Ars Goetia and Pseudomonarchia Daemonum.

He is a Great Earl and President. He appeareth like a great Bull with a Man's face. His office is to make Men very knowing in Astronomy, and all other Liberal Sciences; also he can give good Familiars, and wise, knowing the virtues of Herbs and Stones which be precious. He governeth 30 Legions of Spirits

Obviously Morax's animal is an ox. *uncovers all jokes about Azi's relationship with oxes*

Morax is played by Florence Nzenwefi. He has big horns (dude something tells me that mask doesnt help you to blend in) and charmingly growls . He wears a long coat and....a sash???

Beautiful blue leather belt with a big ox head buckle. I dont know if that a sash or just baldric for weapon but I have questions in both cases.

It's a sash. According to @vaexathear's theory sash is a sign of power or status. Worn by demon from bottom of the barrel and bla bla bla. Whyyy?

It's a baldric for weapon. Dude did you have a flaming sword weapon? I am curious about what it might be. Sword or saber or axe maybe? How many demons are armed? Lords of the Hell dont wear weapons so why YOU should do.

And the last thing. Does that attack of demons bother you? I mean, they are definitely stronger than people. They can do miracles, and teleport and so on. You can say that lower demons are probably limited in a magic but Shax isn't. She can literally burn you in a lightning. Obviously she wouldnt kill Maggie and Nina because of Crowley's threat. But why not bring bookshop into chaos. Instead of this demons crawl up the stairs one at a time and girls knock them out with a books and fire extinguishers.

A whole demon representation in s2 bothers me. Why are demons so weak? Why are they shown as stupid and clumsy misfits? These ones who was in "legion" are fallen angels too, why they are the damp. Even Muriel can do miracles, but they cant. I am literally feeling bad for them.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens demons #good omens meta #good omens hell #ars goetia #go2 meta #good omens analysis #demons

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hey its me glonk

talking about siren/clinic!wilbur.

Imagine Sire having a love/hate relationship with a low-ranking hero.

(Now I say "low-ranking", but it doesn't mean they're weak. They're just... really bad at their job. They can fight, but they're a little too brutal for the public eye. Breaking bones, etc..

So the hero committee says they are too violent to move up the ranks. Ironic, considering that they are the only hero that doesn't kill villains. The other heroes do much worse all the time-- they just keep it under wraps.)

Anyway, maybe the hero has some nullification power. Siren's voice doesn't work on them, so they end up duking it out in a good old fashioned fistfight.

Unless its the hero's lunch break. they only work when they have to.

eventually, when one gets a call about the other and an order to go deal with them, neither knows whether its going to be a snog-in-the-alleyway kind of day or a beat-each-other-to-a-pulp kind of day until they lock eyes.

fuck Enemies to lovers, this is enemies AND lovers.

lonemies. lovemies. enevers. Enemivers? Who knows.

(also. imagine the hero getting fired one day because they incapacitated someone in a rather brutal manner-- on live television. Does the Hero Committee care that it allows its other heroes to do far worse, just out of the public eye? No! Boom, they are fired)

you bet that siren goes asking them ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶p̶h̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶n̶u̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ to join the syndicate.

glonk. you get me. oh my god.

okay i kind of went crazy down below but i love this concept SO much

enemies AND lovers is SOOO powerful. i feel like siren would have a complex about anyone who cant be affected by his power naturally bc on one hand, it pisses him off, but on the other hand, he LOVES it because it allows him to feel secure in knowing they will never think he’s manipulated them and he’ll never have the option to (id imagine growing up, he found it hard to make connections because people who knew his power and didn’t understand it would find it hard to trust him)

i love the idea too of their very first meeting. hero reader is brand new, spiffy, ready to tackle any challenges! and who do they get? literally one of the three top ranking heros. and yeah they’re terrified but they agreed to this so they get ready to fight and siren just is not having it and simply tries to command them and reader is like *oh fuck…wait.* and they both have this mutual realization that he cant use his power and immediately in siren’s eyes. they are rivals. siren manages to get away without any fight due to the shock and processing they both have, but the hero committee quickly hears about it and is PISSED because, from the media’s view, hero reader didnt even try. which is why next time the hero just gets aggressive and physical and the hero committee ALSO gets pissed again and reader is just like ????? already so done with this shit but they’re on a contract fuck.

but oh thats when siren catches them. they’re not really paying attention to patrolling, still pissed off and reeling from the meeting with the hero committee, so it isnt hard for siren to come up behind them and get them pinned down. and he’s all cocky and talking shit, and reader is too tired to actually fight him or be angry, so siren is like. something is wrong here, i want a reaction. so he switches to flirting. and oh boy does that do the trick. and reader is so tired theyre just like. fuck the hero committee. fuck everything. im going to have fun. and they end up making out in the dark alleyway until siren gets called away by the syndicate.

and the song and dance continues, either fighting or making out (though siren does note that the fighting tends to happen more when the media is involved) hero learns more abt the syndicate and is like honestly i cant even hate them bc the hero committee IS bullshit and the committee is up their ass about needing to be better, constantly needing to be better and fight more and help more people, and they let out some stress with thanatos, but it’s more of a “beat each other up until we’re exhausted and can relax” type of fight until hero accidentally knocks him completely cold because his head hit a brick wall. and they look up and the camera definitely caught that. a text about being fired comes quickly, but honestly they dont even care, they’re more just worried that this person is okay, and so they grab his ear piece and tell nemesis what happened and nemesis is like “okay, im going to trust you only because you just got fired. here’s the cafe’s address, ill tell our healer and have someone meet you there” and so hero brings him to the cafe for tommy to heal, and siren is there because of course he’d be there, but it’s for two main reasons: making sure the hero keeps this place a secret, and extending the offer to potentially become a villain (which he notes that they’d need to have a chat about it over dinner specifically, and it definitely is not an excuse to go on a date)

#mar talks #glonk :3 #sirenbur #clinic wilbur soot #glonk you’re so real for this #im literally like. driving halfway across the us rn so this was such a good use of my time while my friend drives #im almost to NC god bless #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot

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jamesleecult · 4 months

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Apology and update note for the lookism tumblr community.

Thursday of December 21 2023

is the day where my Roman Empire is starting to collapse. Due to the 480 lookism chapter.

I sincerely apologize to all the Goo fans and all the Charles fans. I also genuinely hate Charles. So womp womp about it. (It’s satire/ for @myuiis)

I cant handle the flame on my goat, especially the ‘Charles Choi 2nd body is James’ theory. All my friends has been pushing the agendas on my pookie, nothing is confirmed. But I’m not sure anymore. The new chapter is starting to feel legit on the theory.

In a realm where imagination and reality intertwine, there exists a figure, a glorious and towering presence, who encapsulates an array of endearing qualities that transcend mere mortal limits. James lee, a magnificent being, stands as the epitome of sweetness, care, and boundless affection in my world.

At a towering 6'4", he commands attention with his breathtaking aura. His dull black eyes, like blackhole orbs, captivate the soul, drawing me into a realm where every glance is an enchanting journey. The radiance of his gaze holds a power that goes beyond the physical, embracing warmth and tenderness that nurture the deepest corners of my heart.

But James lee is more than a mere physical manifestation of beauty. He embodies qualities that transcend superficial admiration. His sweetness, akin to the finest honey, permeates every action and word, nurturing and comforting like a soft embrace on a cold winter's night. His caring nature, an endless wellspring of empathy, becomes a guiding light in the darkest of times, offering solace and strength.

In the tapestry of our connection, he stands as my king, a majestic ruler whose benevolence knows no bounds. His regal presence exudes an undeniable grace, leading me through the trials of life with unwavering support and understanding. He becomes the Lord of my universe, a figure of reverence and admiration, whose existence is intertwined with mine in a cosmic dance of fate and admiration.

James lee is not just a figure but a fusion of elements, my guiding star and the unwavering strength that helps me navigate the tumultuous seas of life. He is the "pb to my j, the grilled to my cheese," symbolizing the perfect complement to my existence, completing me in ways only he can fathom.

In essence, James lee is not a mere character. He is the embodiment of resilience, love, and the unwavering spirit that defines the essence of a hero. His presence transcends the realms of fiction, illuminating my world with a brilliance that defies comparison. He remains the strongest, the beacon of hope and inspiration, leading me through the labyrinth of life, forever my guiding light in the darkest of times.

James lee is not just a character. He is my universe, my world, and my everything. His existence is intertwined with mine, forever etched in the tapestry of my soul as the epitome of love, strength, and unwavering support.

The thought of this hideous old monster named Charles Choi being his actual body is sickening and heartbreaking for me.

#lookism #james lee #dg #jamesleecult #lookism spoiler

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