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mxdnightlvers · 1 year

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hey hey! I loves your dottore and pant alone with a virgin!reader, so I was hoping I can request the same thing but with Al haitham, childe, and capitano? If your not comfortable atm, feel free to ignore this request!! I love your work :D

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Alhaitham and Childe with a virgin shy reader (separate)

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None rlly, mainly sweet sex and praise

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Gender Neutral pronouns and reader

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry I took so long but I hope u enjoy :D I decided to not to Capitano cuz I genuinely have no idea how to write him sorry T^T but enjoy alhaitham and childe <3

Pantalone and Dottore ver here!

𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦❦

He'd outright deny you. It comes as a shock at first and rightfully so, however, it was just his way of showing concern for you. A bit harsh and cold but when he sees your look of disappointment and shock he ultimately softens his tone. He seats you on his lap, hand linked with yours as he questions if you're sure. Despite dating for a while, he knows how reluctant you were to actually do something like that. You're determined however and knowing that you'll be doing it with the man you love and trust, your worries feel nonexistent in comparison. He searches your eyes for any traces of doubt but when he's met with none, his worries are also dispelled.

He makes sure you’re proper comfortable before doing anything. Towels, condoms, lube, you name it he’s got it. By how much he’s doing it’s slightly intimidating but he simply doesn’t want to leave you to fetch anything if needed. He also lets you get used to everything first with his hands. Letting you feel his hands run up and down your body, your chest to your stomach to in between your thighs. He notices how red you are and simply decides to focus on where his hands are moving, a kind unspoken gesture so you become more comfortable at your own pace. However, he’s closely watching how you react, is your waist sensitive? Or your inner thighs? Or do you just like it when he lightly grazes his fingers against your skin? He’s eager to find out but not at the expense of your pleasure, giving into your desires and finally touching you where u want him the most.

His hands are warm, but not warmer than you are, already turned on by his touches. There’s a slight playful smirk on his face when he feels your arousal and you can’t help but feel like he’s teasing u. Pouting, you whine at him making him finally look you in the eyes. Somehow it makes you even more shy than his fingers that were sliding inside you. “Whats wrong love? You can tell me to stop if you’d want.” He moves closer to you, his figure above you making you feel slightly reluctant to answering. Nothing goes unnoticed by Alhaitham though, and suddenly he’s kissing you softly, if his words aren’t enough to comfort you then surely his actions will. And it does, you’re reminded that it’s not some stranger and your lover taking care of you, so when he pulls away you finally reply to him. It comes out as a stutter but you manage to ask him for more anyways, any pessimistic thoughts quickly disappearing as you feel him move faster inside you. Fingers exploring you and his soft words comforting you, in no time you’re wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer as you come closer and closer to your orgasm.

You’re so pretty when you cum around his fingers that he can’t help but mention it. Your mind already blurry with pleasure to properly be embarrassed by his words. Eagerly taking his cock out and positioning himself he asks you one more time if you’re okay, slowly pushing himself inside you when he hears his answer. He’s trying his best to not lose himself to pleasure when he feels just how tight you are around him, but you’re his priority in the moment, his pleasure can come later. Starting off slow but quickening his pace only after you’re okay, ensuring to voice every single thing he feels about you. “You’re doing so well love God- you feel so good.” If you were worried before well, you’re definitely not worried now. He feels too good, better than you’d ever imagine and he sounds so pretty praising you that you can’t help but lose yourself to the moment.

He doesn’t stop praising you at all, whether it be physically or with his words. You’re not the only one enjoying having his cock inside you. He keeps his composure but doesn’t stop telling you how pretty you are or how good you feel or how pretty you sound moaning his name. Soft kisses between each, his hands linked with yours or him holding you closer to him. Each being a way of him comforting or showing his love for you. The initial feeling of shyness you had completely gone as you grow more confident in telling him how you feel or asking him for what you want- simply because of how much praise and care he’s giving you.

He makes sure you cum first but that doesn’t mean he’d be following shortly after. Cum painting your stomach, making you the messiest you’ve been so far. You’re too busy trying to catch your breath though, hands wrapped tightly around his neck as he allows himself to fall into your hold. However, he makes sure to recollect himself first, cleaning you up nicely and holding you in his arms after. Allowing you to rest and sleep comfortably but not after he whispers to you how perfect you are. <3

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞❦

Surprisingly, he doesn't doubt your choice. He wants you just as badly but whenever he'd pursue anything more than simply making out he'd get rejected. It wasn't necessarily a problem, he simply decided he'd wait until you were comfortable enough. So it didn't take him by much surprise when your hands slowly made their way to his belt. However, he knows your hesitance to anything sexual so he gently places his hands on top of yours and pulls away from your lips. When you see the concern in his eyes, the realization of what you're doing finally hits and you're already turned into a flustered mess. Seeing your reaction, he leans closer to you to press a small kiss to your lips, softly whispering to you that it's okay. His soft-spoken tone seems to melt away any worries and your hands are urged to pull him closer towards you.

He positions himself on top of you, his hands slipping under your shirt, eager to feel more of you. His hands are so warm, so close to you, that its embarrassing how much he’s doing it. Trying your best to stay still because it’ll be even more embarrassing if you enjoyed a simple action like this. However, Childe seems to think completely differently, while it’s cute to see you struggle to contain yourself, he just wants to see his pretty lover enjoy themselves! He tilts your head up so he can kiss you, his hands slowing down, now lightly tracing your frame as he eases you into it more slowly. “It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.” The soft, familiar tone of voice effortlessly makes you relax, melting into his touch as he guides you further.

Before you know it, you’re already fully nude underneath him but yet you don’t feel the same nervousness that you thought you would. You’re still shy, but he makes you feel so comfortable that you don’t mind continuing. As eager as he may be, he’s taking his time with you, testing your reactions to certain actions. His hands eventually making their way to between your legs, softly running up and down your thighs, smirking against your lips as you twitch and whine from a few light strokes. Finally touching you where you need it, starting off slow, waiting and watching to see how you react. Inserting his fingers when he feel your hips roll against his hand, slowly moving them in and out, applying pressure to certain spots so he can learn all your favorite actions. You’re unable to even keep up with the kiss because of how good he’s already making you feel. You force his head into the corner of your neck so you can hide your flushed face as you near your orgasm.

You didn’t expect it to feel this good and your sane state of mind is already slipping with your first orgasm. You finally let him pull away, and with the most mischievous eyes he could manage, he brings his messy fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean. He laughs slightly when you turn even more red, placing a small kiss on your cheek when you turn your head to the side. “Sorry, you’re too cute and I was too eager to taste you sweetheart.” He pulls away and unzips his pants, spreading your legs so he can position himself in front of you. His hand links with yours as he moves inside you, savoring how warm and tight you feel around him, but making sure to not hurt you. His cock feels even better than his fingers and has your mind hazy with every thrust. Unable to feel any sort of embarrassment anymore as he hits your sweet spot. Hands moving to pull him closer, allowing yourself to moan louder, mumble whatever incoherent words you want to, all because of how good and safe he makes you feel.

He rarely ever pulls away from you. Kissing anywhere he can possibly reach, gentle praises between each. Occasionally asking if you’re okay, or reassuring you to tell him if you’re uncomfortable. He’s super sweet with his words and actions, holding your hand throughout, so that he makes sure you’re okay. This doesn’t mean he’s putting his pleasure off though, he’s enjoying the way you feel so much, moaning a whining as loud as he wants, because you just feel so good, so why hide it from you? Vocalizing how much he wanted this or how good of a job you’re doing, he’s not afraid to make your first time special.

He can’t help himself but cum when he feels you orgasm around his cock. Pulling out and finishing on your stomach before falling on top of you. He shifts his weight so he doesn’t crush you but he ensures that he’s holding you close. Resting for a bit before grabbing some towels to clean you up and dress you in something comfortable. Holding your hands underneath the blankets as you drift off to sleep, his thumb drawing circles on yours as he whispers sweet nothings to you. <3

#genshin smut #childe x reader #childe smut #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #genshin x reader #tartaglia smut

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python333 · 8 months

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hi! i’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but if you aren’t feel free to ignore this!

anyways, i was thinking what would it be like if you were back on base and did something nice for everyone and made their fave coffee/tea while you’re all relaxing after a long mission? like how would the 141 react and what would you make for them?

that’s all but i hope you have a great day and i absolutely love your writings!! they seriously are so detailed and amazing, you do a beautiful job w each one💌

unwind — python333

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synopsis the 141 + you are back from a super long mission and u make them their fave coffee/tea!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & gn!reader.

word count 3.6k

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], gaz being a little shit.

note thank you so much for the req!! i am taking them right now, but apologies if i post them 2+ days after i get them, my writers block is slowly creeping back into my mind and im fighting it off the best i can! also, thank you for the compliments :3 ilysm youre too nice!! i saw ur reblog of bedbound too and i was so sjdfksdfks!! hope u have a good day too and hope you enjoy this fic, it's all fluff and way too in depth descriptions of making tea/coffee!!

As soon as the electric kettle clicks, signaling to you that the water inside of it has been boiled, you unplug it and pour the water into a mug you’d pulled from the cabinets. It still surprised you that there were any mugs left, with how many people kept stealing to put on their desk to hold pencils—by people, you mean Soap, and only Soap—but you weren’t complaining.

You set the kettle back down once the mug is filled up just an inch below the brim and grab the tea bag you’d grabbed earlier, wrapping the string around the handle of the mug a few times before putting the bag itself into the water. Almost immediately, you see small tendrils of dark brown flow out from the drowned tea bag into the originally clear water.

As that happens, you walk the small few steps over to the small fridge from the kettle and open it, grabbing the small carton of cream and closing the fridge shut. You walk back over to the mug and unscrew the cap of the carton, pouring some cream into the mug, adding a half inch of height to the liquid already in the mug before screwing the cap back on and setting the carton down.

You don’t bother to grab a spoon and mix anything yet, instead reaching over to the small terracotta container beside the coffee machine that contained sugar, and taking off the lid.

You think for a moment if you should grab a spoon for this, but ultimately decide against it, instead just tipping the container over the mug and letting what you hope is two teaspoons of sugar spill over into the mug.

Afterwards, you put the lid back on the container holding the sugar and set it back next to the coffee machine, and grab the cream to put back into the fridge.

Once the cream’s been put back, you open the drawers in the counter and grab a small spoon, one that’s just tall enough that it won’t be fully submerged in the tea, and put it into the mug.

You close the drawer and give the tea a few stirs before picking up the mug, being careful of the scalding heat and holding it solely by its handle. You carefully walk out of the snack bar extension of the kitchen and head towards Price’s office.

After a year or two of working with him, you’ve learned a lot about his tea preferences—he likes Yorkshire tea, the original one, not the gold. He only likes cream and sugar in his coffee, just to make it smoother and make it a bit sweeter, but doesn’t like it too sweet.

You vaguely remember him telling you he’d never had honey or any other sweeteners besides a bit of sugar in his tea, and remember more vividly you thinking, God, that’s such an old person thing to say, but not saying it out loud.

Once you’ve reached his office, you knock a few times and Price’s tired voice calls out, “Come in!”

You open the door, careful to keep the mug from spilling in your hands, and walk in, closing the door behind you. Price looks up from his computer, presumably writing a report on the mission you’d all just come back from an hour or two ago, and offers a small smile when he sees you. He’s about to say something before he catches sight of the mug in your hands.

“Did you…” He doesn’t finish his question, but you know what he was about to ask, and you nod in response.

“If it’s too sugary let me know,” You tell him, setting the mug down a safe distance away from his computer, “I can remake it.”

“I won’t make you remake it,” Price looks at you, almost offended, “You didn’t have to make me anything in the first place, but thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” You hum, walking away, saying over your shoulder, “Hope you like it.”

You open the door without another word and walk out, closing it behind you, heading right back to the snack bar. Now for Soap.

Soap typically preferred coffee to tea, despite tea’s popularity in Scotland. He’d told you that he really couldn’t taste the difference between different coffee blends, but upon hearing that there was a Scottish blend, he declared he’d only drink that one, because of course he did.

He pretended he could tell if the coffee he was drinking was of that Scottish blend, but you knew he couldn’t. How did you know? You’d only ever given him Scottish roast once. Every other time since then, it’s been French roast.

He’s never really used a coffee machine for himself, going to cafes or coffee shops most of the time for coffee, keeping his usual coffee order written in his notes app because he couldn’t remember it for the life of him.

He’d sometimes modify his order if certain coffee shops didn’t do certain things that he usually got, but his order stays mostly the same every time he gets coffee. Medium (or grande, if he’s at Starbucks) latte with a double shot of espresso.

Typically, he’d get some shortbread too, but you didn’t really have any in the base, so he’d have to do without it today.

Once you enter the snack bar, you grab another mug from the cabinets above the counter and place it under the coffee machine. You open the cabinets right by the ones that contained the mugs and grab a bag of ground French roast, pulling it out and putting it on the counter.

You open it up and find that there’s conveniently already a small cup in there to scoop the coffee grounds up, and use your free hand to grab a new coffee filter from the same cabinets you got the coffee grounds from, swiftly putting it into the machine.

You use your other hand to scoop up some coffee grounds and put them into the filter, closing the top of the coffee machine afterwards and turning on the machine. You’re grateful there’s more options listed on the small digital screen that lights up on the machine than just plain black coffee, not really in the mood to try and steam milk right now.

You tap on the ‘latte’ option and watch as the screen changes and hear the coffee machine start to whir.

As it does that, you put away the coffee grounds and open up the cabinets that contained mugs once again, pulling out a small espresso glass and setting it onto the counter.

You wait patiently for the coffee to brew, and once you hear the small beep sound from the machine that signals that it’s done, you pull away the steaming hot coffee and set it down right next to the coffee machine.

You quickly put the espresso glass under the machine and start it up again, this time tapping the ‘espresso shot’ option—surprised that’s even an option, honestly—and hearing the familiar whirring noise start up again. It doesn’t take nearly as long as brewing the latte did, the small beep coming much sooner than it did just a minute or two earlier, and you pull away the small espresso glass from the machine almost immediately after you hear it.

You pause for a moment, looking at how much the latte part had filled up the mug, and look around for a moment before opening up the same drawer that contains the eating utensils and grabbing a straw, putting the straw in the still hot latte—is that a good idea? No. Did you do it anyway because you physically can’t think before you act? Absolutely—and taking a long sip of it.

You pull the straw out once the liquid in the mug is at a good inch below the brim and then pour in the espresso shot, setting the glass down after you do so.

You look around for a second for a trash bin and find one just a few steps away from you, quickly throwing out the straw you’d used and then walking back over to the empty espresso glass, picking it up and setting it down by the sink. God forbid we get a dishwasher in here or something, You think absentmindedly as you pick up the mug and carefully walk out of the snack bar with it, Would it hurt to at least get some dish soap in here or something?

You make it out of the snack bar without burning your fingers and start the much longer walk to Soap’s sleeping quarters. You’d caught him walking out of his office in that direction earlier, so you can only assume that he’d gone there.

Once you make it there, you knock on the door a few times and wait for Soap to call out to you and allow you to come in before twisting the door knob and opening the door. He’s laying on his back on his bed, thumb paused on his phone screen as he looks over at you as you enter. He notices the coffee and sits up a bit, grunting as he does.

He wasn’t really as talkative after long missions like the one you’d all been on earlier—usually it took him a day or two to be more social and back to himself, so you didn’t take much offense to him not greeting you as loudly as he usually did.

He nods at the coffee, “Is that for me?”

“Mhm,” You hum, handing him the mug, “Be careful, it’s hot.”

“Got it,” Soap carefully takes the mug into his hands, and softly blows on it before looking at you again and grinning at you, “Weel, thank ye for this. Ye really didnae hae tae.”

“Price actually said the same thing,” You muse, almost to yourself, before speaking a little louder, “No problem.”

“Oh did he?” Soap asks, raising an eyebrow, before his expression shifts and he feigns confusion, “Wait, how come he got a drink afore me?”

“Because his office was closer to the snack bar,” You explain, crossing your arms.

“… Nae, it’s definitely ‘cause ye hate me,” Soap disagrees, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “And tae think I thought we were friends.”

“It is no— you know what?” You begin to argue, before sighing and rolling your eyes, “I do hate you, and we were never friends, you ungrateful piece of shit.”

Soap laughs, quieter than he usually does but it’s still a genuine laugh. He looks down at the coffee again and back at you, before saying, “Thank ye. Again.”

“No problem,” You replied, walking back towards the door and opening it, walking out of Soap’s sleeping quarters and closing the door behind you. Now for Ghost.

Ghost typically liked tea more than coffee, but you think that’s just the British in him talking. Realistically, you could give him either or, and he’d say a polite ‘thank you’ and move on.

From years of being apart of the 141, any preferences or additives he liked to put in his tea or coffee slowly dissipated and instead he just drank either one plain. Which should make the tasks you’ve forced yourself to do today easier, but knowing you, you just couldn’t take the easy route with this.

You remember a conversation with him that happened several months ago where you had been talking about your own tea and coffee preferences. Ghost had commented that he didn’t often put any additives in his own hot drinks anymore, but back before he’d joined the military, he liked to drink keemun tea occasionally with nutmeg in it.

Keemun tea—which was fucking expensive by the way, costing around sixteen pounds for twenty tea bags in every store you could find them in—wasn’t too hard to find, so the next time you went on leave after that conversation, you’d bought a box of bags of keemun tea leaves and some ground nutmeg.

You didn’t let Ghost know about it, and kind of forgot about it just a week after you bought it, but now the memory of you buying it and storing it in the snack bar behind a few other boxes of tea bags has resurfaced and it’s the only thing you think is appropriate to give Ghost at a time like this.

You get back to the snack bar and almost robotically you pull a mug out from the cabinets above the counter and set it down on said counter, deciding to grab another one just so that you wouldn’t have to do it later, and setting that one down right next to the other. You open the cabinet beside that and move some of the boxes out of the way to find the keemun tea box in the very back, right where you last left it.

You snatch it out of the cabinet and open it, pulling out a small packet and opening it up to pull out the tea bag inside. You go ahead and put the tea bag inside of the mug and put the tea box back in the cabinet, closing the small cabinet door afterwards.

You then grab the electric kettle that’s right by the sink and pop open the lid, putting it under the faucet and turning said faucet on, waiting until the water fills a quarter of the kettle. Once it does, you turn off the faucet and put the kettle down right by the outlet on the wall.

You put the lid down and wait for it to click into place before you plug the kettle into the outlet and press the small button below the handle to turn it on, and listen as it starts to make a small whirring noise. You don’t waste too much time just standing there, waiting for the water to finish boiling, instead putting the other mug you’d pulled out from the cabinets under the coffee machine and turning it on.

You tap on the ‘decaf flat white’ option and watch the digital screen change and another whirring sound starts up, now coming from the coffee machine.

You were starting to make Gaz’s while making Ghost’s drink because Gaz often made the mistake of drinking his coffee before it was cool enough to not burn his tongue, so if you made it earlier, it’d have more time to cool, and Gaz wouldn’t have to wait as long before drinking it, therefore solving the whole ‘burning-his-tongue-because-he’s-impatient’ problem he has.

Gaz liked simple flat whites, and sure, he liked tea too, but nothing could top a good flat white for him. He’d get them anywhere and everywhere he can, and you honestly admire his dedication to getting a flat white everywhere he goes.

The coffee machine finished up quickly, a small beep sounding from the machine as it stopped its whirring and a few more drops of coffee made it into the mug before it completely stopped. You pull the mug out from under the machine and set it aside for now, just waiting for the water to finish boiling in the kettle.

Once the kettle clicks and the whirring from that machine stops, you unplug it and pour some water into the empty mug you’d picked out for Ghost, waiting until it’s filled up about a half inch below the brim of the mug before taking the kettle away from the mug and pouring the rest of the unused water into the sink.

You set the kettle down beside the coffee machine where it belongs and check the drawer below the one that held the eating utensils, looking through some of the spices and drink additives in it before finally finding the ground nutmeg you needed.

You unscrew the cap and tilt the small spice jar over the mug, letting some of the powder spill into the mug before tilting it back and screwing the cap back on. You put it back in its spot and close that drawer, now opening the drawer above it and grabbing a small spoon, closing that one after you’ve grabbed the spoon and putting the spoon into the mug to mix the spices in it around a bit.

You leave Gaz’s mug on the counter, hoping that nobody steals it while you’re away, and instead pick up the mug meant for Ghost, carefully walking out of the snack bar with it.

Ghost’s office is fairly far away, but you still manage to get there without burning your fingers or anything on the mug. You knock on the door a few times and wait for Ghost to call out permission for you to come in before you open the door and walk in.

Ghost immediately looks over at you and spots the mug in your hand, but ignores it for now, instead opting to ask, “Did you need something, [c/n]?”

“Not really,” You shrugged the best you could while holding scalding hot tea, “Just needed to give you this.”

You set the mug down on Ghost’s desk before he can say another word, and watch as he eyes the mug with curiosity and confusion.

“What’s this?” He asks, carefully picking up the mug, holding the top up to his nose to smell it. Before you can answer his question, you see his eyes widen and he questions a little louder, “Is this… keemun? With nutmeg?”

“You can tell just from the smell?” You ask, mildly impressed, watching as Ghost’s gaze turns into one more in awe of the mug.

“Yes, I can,” He mumbles, smelling the brim of the mug again, before looking over at you, “How did you know I liked keemun with nutmeg in it?”

“You told me about it, like, a few months ago. Six months ago, maybe? I dunno.”

“How do you remember a conversation from six months ago?”

“It was an important conversation, I guess?” You shrug, crossing your arms.

You watch in silence as Ghost eyes the tea and you take that as your sign to leave, walking towards the door, stopping right in front of it to twist the knob to open it before you’re interrupted by Ghost.

“Wait—” You turn your head and look at him over your shoulder, and immediately upon seeing his face, you think, oh my God is he tearing up? “Thank you, [c/n]. I really appreciate it.”

You offer a small smile and reply, “Yeah, no problem. Enjoy your tea.”

You open the door without another word and close it behind you, taking a deep breath before continuing down the hall back to the snack bar.

You’re relieved when you get there and see the mug, still steaming a bit, still on the counter. You quickly walk over to it and pick it up, walking right back out the door with it and heading straight for Gaz’s sleeping quarters. You remember him being so tired from the mission—you don’t know whether to hope he’s asleep and getting some rest, or to hope that he’s awake so you can properly hand him his coffee.

Once you make it to his sleeping quarters, you knock on the door, and there’s no response for a few moments, making you think he might actually be asleep, but then you hear Gaz’s drowsy voice call out, “You can come in!”

You open the door and see him rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up on his bed, looking over at you. His lips twitch up into a small smile once he sees you and he lets his hand drop into his lap.

“Hey, [c/n].” He looks over at the mug you’ve brought with you, before raising an eyebrow, “You brought something for me?”

“Very bold of you to assume it’s for you,” You close the door behind you and walk closer to him, “But yes, it is.”

Gaz perks up a bit at that and happily takes the mug off of your hands once you hand it to him, and his smile grows significantly bigger once he sees you’ve brought him a flat white.

“It’s decaf, don’t worry,” You say, as if reading his mind, “I figured you’d still want some sleep after drinking it.”

“Always so considerate,” Gaz sighs teasingly, raising the mug to his lips like you’d thought he would. Thankfully, his tongue doesn’t burn this time after he sips the coffee, and you let out a small sigh of relief at the fact.

“You know me,” You respond dryly, crossing your arms as you watch Gaz take a few more sips of the coffee.

“Thank you for this, by the way,” Gaz thanks you, taking another sip of the coffee before stating, “I hope you know you’re my favorite now.”

“Your favorite what?”

“Just my favorite, in general,” Gaz hums, “This is the best flat white I’ve ever drunk. Ten out of ten.”

“Thanks,” You thank him flatly, “It was made with love and a coffee machine I learned how to use yesterday.”

“I can just taste the love in it.”

“Not the coffee machine?”

“Well, it’s a bit concerning if someone can taste the coffee machine in their coffee, innit?” Gaz raises an eyebrow at you before taking another sip of his coffee.

“Not if it’s the one I used.”

“Whatever you say,” Gaz mutters, taking yet another sip of his coffee, making you huff out a small laugh.

“You enjoy your coffee,” You say before walking back over to the door, closing the door behind you as you walk out and letting out a tired breath, starting to head back to your own sleeping quarters.

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bloodynereid · 6 months

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Can I request Jordan Li x reader dating headcanons where reader is Andre’s twin sister who’s ability is to covert energy into physical things such as force fields and blasts? Take like, Gwen from Ben 10 for example

Psych Classes & Lakes | headcanons

pairing: jordan li x fem! reader

tw: alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, bad parents, nothing else really

description: the evolution of your relationship with jordan from your first meeting to beyond God U.

a/n: hii once again apologies for taking so long to write this. also sry for this being kind of short - i hope you enjoy either way <333 lmk ur thoughts and my requests are open atm even if i may take a while to get to them lol.

You grew up in the spotlight alongside Andre. You were the Wonder Twins as Vought had decided to dub you, which was horribly cheesy but worked for their marketing scheme somehow. The relationship between you and Andre was never strained or hurt because you lived your lives as Polarity’s children. Mostly you just got into arguments whenever Andre hid his weed from you.

Even if Andre had inherited his powers from your father you got something you considered was way better. You had the ability to manipulate matter into force fields, blasts and had advanced healing. Which is what initially got you to bond with Jordan.

It was around the first month of God U when you first met Jordan in a supe psych class, something that you had always found fascinating.

You both had instantly connected about your love of psychology and the similarity of your powers. You introduced them to the little friend group you and Andre had started to create and they fit in seamlessly.

Over the course of freshman year you very much fell for Jordan - who wouldn’t? And thankfully they also feel for you. Your brother and the rest of your friends constantly teased the two of you to make a move, something that didn’t happen until the summer before sophomore year.

You had invited Jordan over to your family’s lake house - because obviously Polarity would have a lake house, and you spent the entirety of a month lounging around in the hot sun and just talking.

It was a particularly hot and sticky summer night when you and Jordan were lying on the deck sipping from one of the many bottles that your dad had stashed up here for fancy parties.

Bourbon must have been the thing to give you enough courage to finally just kiss Jordan or maybe it was the way that the moonlight highlighted their features just right.

Your first kiss was a sort of clumsy affair but your second kiss… oh that was the kind of thing that the poets wrote about.

The relationship between the two of you only continued to blossom during your sophomore year and the summer after. Jordan organized little dates which honestly made you question why they ever thought of themselves as not being romantic.

Meeting the parents was another matter… one that had actually caused one of your first big fights as a couple. In the end your dad ended up being incredibly supportive of the two of you but… Jordan’s parents were a different matter. Let’s just say that you spent the next few days after that encounter binging random CW shows in bed together.

Andre was your relationship’s biggest fan. When you told him about him he just laughed and said that it was about time because you almost made him lose a bet against Cate.

You and Jordan may have had your ups and downs but you made it through the chaos of God U together and somehow managed to score big city contracts. You were each other’s rock. You were there through everything for Jordan and they did the same for you.

Maybe happy endings for supes actually happened, you and Jordan were an example of that.

ahhh that was fun to write - i should do headcanons more often <3

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disillusioneddanny · 9 months

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Spread the Love Fic Recs <3

There's been a bunch of negativity lately and I think that means we as a fandom need to spread some love around. If you get tagged please add some fics that you think deserve more love, only request is that they aren't insanely popular fics (think like fics with less than 50k hits) this way we can get some other fics out there for others to read and enjoy!!

1.) Premeditation by Chromatographic (Lia)

The problem is that so few people are even able to see what the problem really is. The problem is that things that manage to find the balance on the knife’s edge of life are so, so hard to kill. The problem, Jasmine Fenton realizes, two weeks after she moves into Gotham, is one that almost no one, in any dimension or realm, is able to solve. The problem is simply put, though, even if it’s almost impossible. The problem is this: The Joker is a Halfa.

this fic has the hardcover ship (Jazz/Jason) and everlasting trio (danny/sam/tucker) it's beautifully written and keeps you on the edge of your seat as you watch the story progress. Absolutely amazing. The writing is just amazing, Chroma sucks you in with beautiful storyline that just blows my mind. And the ending is just absolutely perfect!

2.) Halves by TourettesDog

Jason wasn't sure why Dick thought it was a good idea to drag him along with Tim to Amity Park. His brother seemed to think the strange case would offer a decent opportunity to bond-- without Gotham (and Bruce) close at hand, perhaps it wasn't the worst idea he'd ever had. Unfortunately, Amity Park is far stranger than Dick anticipated, and Jason hasn't quite been himself since they arrived. Going to FentonWorks for answers was their first big mistake.

honestly one of my favorite fics atm, I just love Gothamites going to Amity Park, i'm just such a sucker for the idea and we just don't see it enough so this fic is just my dream come true!

3.) Pitch-Dark Shades by SummersSixEcho

Danny Fenton is trying to build a new life in Gotham after closing up the connections to the Ghost Zone. Not that all connections are entirely broken, still being able to perceive shades and give them strength when he connects to one of their prized objects. Tim Drake is trying to find his own place in the world, focusing on becoming a better detective by solving cold cases in his spare time. When Tim and Danny meet, a new (begrudging) partnership starts to bloom to solve even the hardest of cases. Or it would if only they told each other the truth.

I truly just love Danny and Tim together in literally any kind of capacity. They just cause so much chaos together and it's amazing. This fic is just absolutely lovely and the prose is amazing. Summers fics are truly enrapturing and just pull you in so easily.

4.) Beneath A Different Light by AKelaNakamura, SummersSixEcho, TourettesDog

When a convergent event hits unexpectedly, Damian and Danny find themselves in the last place they’d expected: In the body of the twin they’d thought long dead. With the after effects still coursing through them and danger lurking in both cities, the brothers must figure out who they can trust—all while slowly learning about the life their twin has led without them. Or, none of these bastards can catch a break.

Demon twins. Just--just Demon Twins my beloved. This fic is two chapters in and i'm just so utterly in love with it. Summers, Akela, and Dog are just a match made in heaven when it comes to cowriting a fic. The fic just yanks you in so easily and you find yourself thinking about it even after reading the fic. Just a wonderful fic!

5.) Come Little Children by Die_Erlkonigin6083

American Chestnuts were once one of the most important trees along the East Coast. The blight destroyed most of them, but not all of them. There was one chestnut tree, one that entranced a child, and then, what it wrought, enchanted an entire city or two

YALL when i tell you that the storytelling in this is absolutely breathtaking I'm serious. This fic has brought a tear to my eye because of just how beautifully it's written. It's got cool fantasy aspects to it, it's based off of an old fairy tale, it's just so amazing and it's one of my favorite fics to reread if i'm having a bad day. Just truly a lovely fic.

Now, I would like to see @halfagone @spite-sapphic-starlight @noir-renard and @midnightenigma recommend some of their favorite fics if they're willing <3333 let's spread some more love in this fandom!

also even if you aren't tagged--please feel free to recommend any fics you enjoy!!

#dpxdc #dpxdc fic recs #danny phantom #dc universe #detective comics

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isa-ghost · 4 months

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you have eggza headcanons perhaps? 👉👈

I will take any headcanons of course, I love your headcanon posts

Previous Sets:

Set 1

Set 2

Set 3

Set 4

Set 5

Set 6

MORE: Eggza Edition

Starting with two I made in previous sets:

When left to his own devices & off-duty as dad + not needed by any of the islanders for something serious, he let's loose. No more wise bad bitch crow man who's palpably emotionally damaged yet won't admit it. He's off the shits. You've seen Eggza. That's him de-stressing by fully indulging his favorite things: preparing necessities for survival & being an absolute wildcard.

When he heard someone on the island made up a rumor that Eggza is legit because Phil taste-tested a cookie out of curiosity, he took that and RAN. Yeah. He's egg sometimes. Who's his parent you ask? Well that's a secret (it's Rose).

Remember how I said he commits to bits super hard? Yeah. Eggza is his second biggest bit after the 4th Wall existentialism but it's quickly surpassing it to his biggest one

Genuinely he enjoys his Eggza time. Everyone knows they'll get nothing but task help out of him more or less, so they more or less leave him alone unless it's to say hi or a chance encounter.

Everyone finds him speaking with signs funny and endearing. Except Tubbo. But that's understandable, dyslexia go brr. Even though the fool sometimes forgets he can tts the signs. It's fine, he's most likely to derail Eggza's cookie grinding so it's better if Tubbo stays away doing Tubbo things

He's torn between the kids witnessing Eggza & never witnessing Eggza. He can't tell what's funnier or if he'd be embarrassed. They've heard stories from other eggs though

He has no interest in making himself Look like an egg. The sign usage is all he needs. And its funnier when you approach your grown ass man best friend Philza Minecraft only for him to look as wild as he did during Purgatory but without the Looks Like He's Dying Slowly part & refuse to talk to you verbally. The "what the fuck is happening here" is the best part of Eggza, if he starts LOOKING like an egg everyone will understand what's going on and that's lame

He bounces off everyone's energy. The more unhinged they are, the more unhinged he is. Unless he's harassing the baker. Then he fuels his own fuckery

The funny thing is he makes sure everyone thinks he's constantly this wild gremlin that only knows one thing: Grind. But really if no one's around while he's grinding, he's actually just straight up vibing. Got headphones in, blasting his jams, doin his work. In his lane, unbothered, flourishing.

I would sell my soul to see Eggza beat the ever-loving shit out of Purgatory workers it'd be so fucking funny holy shit

One of his favorite parts of going Eggza Mode is amusing his friends with the way he's just a nonverbal weirdo. Especially when he answers something they say by just dancing

If He's An Extra Silly Gremlin They'll Give Him Avocado Toast As A Treat

No one knows where he shoos his crows off to when he's Eggza. Or if it's some unspoken "ok time to scatter" rule as soon as he puts the gas mask on by the bakery. But they disperse and for a while, the other islanders can't shake the feeling of Phil seeming strangely bare for some reason. It's bc the murder is away

Tbh I bet even without the Hardcore dreams, he'd sleep a long time with how hard he works as Eggza

"Hard work," I say, as if most of the time Phil isn't just making mobs insatiable amounts of horny so everyone can give the baker what they're asking for (the awareness of this is half of why he's so unhinged as Eggza, it's too absurd & funny to him)

Calling back to another prev non-Eggza hc I made, he has less of a filter when he's not parenting or in peril. He has said some absolutely wild out of pocket shit on signs

If given the right kind of motivation, an islander could probably get Eggza to go feral and kill something or someone. Fit tosses him a stack of whatever arbitrary item Phil might find enticing enough atm & Phil is suddenly on a spree like he was with those bunnies that one time

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #philza #qphil headcanons #eggza

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oneprompt · 2 years

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Hello!! I apologize if you aren't taking requests atm, but if you are, could I ask for Kuzan, Law, Kid, and Mihawk - and how they go about make-up sex after an argument? I thank you for your time and energy and please take cars of yourself uwu (p.s. I love your writing so much!!! )

authors note : don't fret , im eager to have more requests aimed my way ..! i'll do my best .. please enjoy .. !

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Note : Reader is described as afab

Aokiji x Gn! Reader : Make-Up Sex Hcs

- Aokiji isn’t the type to get in fights often with his partner but when he does, boy, they are fights. Not that they escalate over shouting at each other, no. They just cause an overflow of tension in your relationship. He’s the first one to forgive, trying his best to apologize to you. Yet, he’s only met with your disgruntled attitude, refusing to accept his apology.

- He knows just the way to fix your image on him, returning himself to your sweet side. Aokiji targets your breasts, cupping them mid conversation with his enormous hands. He’ll act just as composed as before as he’s groping your tits from behind, his pelvic area pressed flush against your butt. “I think you’re being a bit unreasonable, Y/n.” Aokiji mumbles against the shell of your ear, ignoring how embarrassed you seem to be getting. He can tell your protests are insincere, with the way your nipples stiffen in between his fingers, leaning yourself further against him. Aokiji’s got you right where he wants you. Perfect.

- Aokiji’s a bit of a tease, once you finally admit how much you want him. He’ll take an eternity, being so agonizingly slow while pulling your underwear down to your ankles. He just wants to hear you beg a little, exclaim how much you missed his touch. What can he say? Every man loves a good stroke of ego.

- After he’s had his fun teasing you, he is all up on you. Aokiji makes sure to spoil your cunt, applying periodic pressure to your clit, his tongue diving into your warmth. Aokiji is a master at giving cunnilingus, and it’ll only get better whilst he’s trying to win you over. He can’t stop kissing, licking and feasting on you.

- Aokiji is praising you to the moon and back. He’ll fill you with his fingers, applauding you for taking them in with such ease while he stretches you open, staring at your adorable cunt. “Oh, baby... you’re doing so good, but... I wonder if you can fit something even bigger..”

- Creampies you during makeup sex 100%. Aokiji wants to fill you up with his love, blasting his hot semen into you as a token of affection. He loves watching your eyes roll back as his cum spills out of you, your eyes glistening with tears from how full you are. Once again, he praises you for how well you did, shocked that your womb could take in so much of his cum.

Trafalgar Law x Gn! Reader : Make-Up Sex Hcs

- Law isn’t the type to forgive easily. So, it’ll be you who has to seduce him. If you two fight, he tends to overwork himself instead, doing all he can to avoid you. You try to just say sorry at first, explaining how you acted irrationally. But you don’t hear a single peep out of your boyfriend, you just earn a slight glare before he carries on with whatever he may be doing.

- Before you hold a more dirty approach, you try to apologize one last time. Yet, Law blew up as soon as “can you forgive me?” fell from your lips. And all of a sudden, you’re pushed down against his bedroom desk. Needless to say, it turns out to be less of mushy, cute make-up sex and more of aggravated make-up sex. Law’s pushing your shirt up, flashing himself with your breasts. And so begins a long, sensual day with your boyfriend.

- He doesn’t really get off to seeing you please him after a fight. Law prefers to do that to you, seeing how much your body needs him, hearing you cry for him. Knowing that even after a big fight, you still desire to be with him... Well, that’s more then enough for Law.

- Law tries his best to act standoffish, only delivering strict blows of foreplay to you, making sure not to spoil you too much. But his body doesn’t keep up with his mental image, his hips desperately grinding against you, his hands never leaving your flesh.Even if you notice how needy he’s being, it’s best to not say so... or else you’re getting the cold shoulder once again.

- Expect a ton of kissing. Nothing cutesy, though. Just sloppy, hot, opened mouth kisses. Law can’t get enough of your mouth, repeatedly trading saliva with you while he thrusts into you, your legs bent into a mating press. His thrusts can grow inconsistent and disorientated, due to how distracting your kisses are. You’re his greatest weakness, even when he wants to be mad at you.

- Law tends to pull out when you two have sex but on these types of days, Law tends to cum inside of you. You assume it to be some sort of teritorial thing but no, it’s so far from that. Law does so in hopes of breeding you. Not as a form of branding but for the more tender side of it all: to have a family with you, Regardless of how upset he was with you at the beginning, his heart always crumbles to that sweet, delicate spot. Of course, Law would never admit that to you or anyone, in fact. It’s a thought that lingers in the back of his mind, imprisoned there for only him to know.

Eustass Kid x Gn! Reader : Make-Up Sex Hcs

- Kid is usually the instigator of your couple conflicts, as well as the one to expect forgiveness immediately. It’s no secret that he holds a fiery temper, one that holds no bounds, not even towards his partner. If you deny his apologies (which are often half assed...) he’ll fuck you till you forgive him. Kid may seem angry about having to do so but is he really? The more stubborn you are, the better.

- Kid isn’t much of a service dom, like the other men discussed on here. He’ll have you teary eyed, your endearing lips wrapped around his girthy shaft. “Cmon Y/n. You’re really still fighting my apology? Tsk. You just wanna be fucked, dont’cha?” He’s not gentle with you. Kid will yank your hair, fucking each and every one of your holes until you come around, finally accepting his apology. He doesn’t care how long it’ll take, he’ll spend hours upon hours fucking your cunt.

- But don’t get me wrong, he’ll still pleasure you.. just not in too much of an empowering way. Kid will have you bent over, recklessly eating you out, leaving lip stick smears all over your pussy. Or he’ll have his calloused fingers toying with your clit, picking up the pace till you see stars. Degrading to your pride or not, it’s definitely worth it.

- Kid refuses to risk you two having some brats. So, he sticks to covering you in his semen. But hey, Kid’s not complaining. The sight of your body glistening with his cum is definitely a vision he favours... Not only is it the safest route, but it’s also the sexiest one.

- With how brutal he is to you, Kid has mastered the powers of aftercare. He’ll carry you to the bath with him, rubbing his lipstick stains off of your sweet body, watching them cease to be. Kid offers you whatever you need, even if he doesn’t say it in the most proper way... “Hey, want a massage? I really blew your fuckin back out.”

-- Kid expects you to calm down afterwards, avoiding any form of conflict. But it does the opposite, making you act more cheeky in hopes of him recreating that moment. And he always ends up doing so, meeting your expectations. You make sure it’s just a teasing quarrel, never escalating to a true fight. The moral of the story is Kid is the king at angry/make-up sex

Mihawk x Gn! Reader : Make-Up Sex Hcs

- You two don’t fight very often. The most it’ll get to is mild annoyance, something that can easily be resolved. It’s always you who’s bothered. But can anyone blame you? Having a boyfriend who’s never home to satisfy your needs is a pain, especially when it’s to go canoodle with the other Warlords. You can’t help but let your jealousy fester, letting it blow up one day.

- Mihawk is unbothered by your sudden outburst, simply apologizing for his busy nature. You want to remain mad, go on a tirade on why he needs to stay home with you more often but you’re cut off by Mihawk’s sudden touch. With your buttcheek in his palm, Mihawk gives you a polite kiss on the cheek. “Let me make it up to you tonight, my darling.” Who are you to deny his gracious offer?

- Mihawk refuses to let you service him. A man who neglects his adoring partner doesn’t deserve that. Plus, he finds more pleasure in being all over you. Face between your thighs, Mihawk lets his fingers spread you open, moving inward and outward at a perfect rhythm. It seems so simple but with such strong fingers, he knows just where to hit.

- He’ll do whatever you desire him to, just say the word and he’s ready. For a prideful swordsman like himself, he’s shockingly obedient. But of course, that’s a side of him that's reserved for you and you only. Mihawk will take you in any position at any strength, any speed. He can hold his own lust back quite well, not going overboard with his own desires. Don’t expect him to be this vocal under any other circumstances... He’s just acting that way to cheer you up.

- Mihawk is full of praise while he’s fucking you, bouncing you up and down onto his cock, fingers digging into your love handles. He spews endless apologies, going on and on about how lucky he is to have you. Whenever you show a reaction to his words, he just amplifies them, never shutting up.

- He makes sure that you’ve orgasamed before he does. Mihawk loves watching you cum, the way your voice pours out, legs shaking. It’s a true sight to behold, one that’ll relish in his mind for the rest of his life. Lets just say that Mihawk will definitely take time to be home more after tonight, wanting to see make even more lewd faces for him. How romantic, isn’t it?

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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Arcana Brainrot: Blog Rules, Posting Schedule, Masterlists, Playlist, & Requests/Mini prompts Guidelines

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INBOX STATUS: open for mini HCs, closed for full HCs ^.^

BLOG RULES:

Please read request guidelines (below the masterlists) and check if requests are open before sending one! If full requests are closed, it's because I'm working through a backlog so I don't get overwhelmed and delete any new ones that come in. It's also really helpful if you differentiate between mini prompts and full headcanon requests so I know how to reply! Comments and feedback are always welcome!

I don't think it needs to be said but hate isn't welcome here. Of any kind.

Please also keep in mind that this blog is PG-13, so whatever comments you make on it will likely be seen by minors. I take their safety seriously, so if there's anything grossly X rated in the comments (I don't see why there should be) I will delete it. If you continue to comment things like that you will be blocked :)

With my older brother rant out of the way, please enjoy the results of me trying to cope with an endless Vesuvian obsession :D

Posting Schedule

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MASTERLISTS: oldest to newest, I'll do my best to update as I post.

Because of the link limit for posts, you can find the masterlist for all full headcanons below:

The Arcana HCs : Brainrot's Masterlist

The Arcana HCs : Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 2

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The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot’s Masterlist, Pt 2

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 3

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 4

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 5

All the recipes posted by the originals devs from the Arcana universe, with pictures of my own creation attempts and descriptions of how it went!

The Arcana Food

Worldbuilding/character analysis essays ^.^ (not a comprehensive list atm, unfortunately)

The Arcana Essays: Brainrot's Masterlist

Vesuviella: my first fanfic. don't get your hopes up (updated sporadically)

Summary: Julian decided to write his own version of Cinderella to be performed in the Community Theatre, and then recruited MC to help him cast the rest of the M6 in the leading roles. Chaos ensues. (There is no determined love interest, MC is friends with the M6 and M6 are all thirsty for MC.)

Vesuviella: All Parts

Arcana Brainrot Playlist: a compilation of all character song suggestions in one Spotify playlist, kept up to date!

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Please please please differentiate between mini-prompts and full headcanon requests! It will drastically change how I respond to them

I don't write about toxic/abusive relationships or dynamics between MC and the M6 (I get the appeal, I'm not judging, but it's not for me)

All of my work is PG-13. (yes to romantic/sensual themes and references to painful experiences, no to explicit matter or glorified violence/pain/death/toxicity)

I'm willing to do research for topics I'm not familiar with, but there are plenty of things I can't write about just because I haven't lived it and I know an hour of research wouldn't be enough to be accurate (and respecting other people's experiences is important)

I am unfortunately very familiar with what it's like to have trauma/mental illnesses. That said, while I'm very happy to explore how that impacts MC and their relationships, there are some prompts I may take a very long time to do or just not write at all because they would mess me up

For the most part I will complete requests in the order I receive them

There may also be requests I don't complete or put on hold because I can't force inspiration and I don't like doing things poorly

Please bear in mind that I am more likely to find inspiration for a prompt if I know who to contact to ask questions about it. I read everything that comes in, so if you prefer to stay anonymous there's no pressure

FOR MINI PROMPTS: There is 0 guarantee or expectation that specific mini-prompts get written

The only way I'm able to keep them open permanently is by picking whatever I feel like and periodically deleting the rest (I'm sorry, I'm only one person and I do this on top of a full-time job for free) :')

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All of the above points have reasons for them, and are therefore subject to change. If you have an idea that you'd really like to see and you're not sure about, just message me! I can either tell you why I can't do it or I can make an exception depending on the case

RELEVANT FANDOM HAPPENINGS (I don't do drama on my page, but these are two posts that provide transparency and accountability for some of the things I've been caught up in)

To the Arcana Fandom, From Brainrot

An update on Rai/Kip

A little note about Dorian

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screeblees · 7 months

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I loveee your angry!yandere so much!! I have a question, if you're willing to answer— How would he react if reader temporarily lost their voice due to screaming and crying? :D

Hi! Thank you so much!! And I love answering asks/questions so don’t worry! I can’t believe how many people are sending in asks about Angry ! Yan atm, I love it!!

Angry ! Yandere Headcanons here !

I hope I did this justice, even if it isn’t as longer as my other posts :3

Find my Masterlist here !

Please enjoy<33

Angry ! Yandere would be extremely upset, of course, to lose his most significant source of comfort but he would assure you caused no permanent damage and nurse you back to health (there’s no way you would get far enough to permanently damage your vocal cords, he would knock you out before it got to that point). He would force lemony hot drinks down your throat to sooth the ache and finally receive the medicine he had ordered online to make you drowsy and docile and let it dissolve in one of the throat soothing beverages.

There’s other ways to be calmed by you which Angry ! Yandere loves almost as much (even if they aren’t as effective)! Especially once the drugs kick in and you’re too out of it to resist any more, like cuddling and manhandling you into whatever position he favors, or talking to you about his day - though the dazed look in your eyes tells him he does not have your full attention, he knows you can’t help it due to being sedated and supposes he’ll forgive you for now but if this continues for long he may take the risk of having you off the sedatives at certain times to enjoy your lucidity and attention being entirely on him instead of floating around in your own head.

Angry ! Yandere makes sure to have a steady stock of sedatives to have flowing through your system at any other time than the point dedicated to your one-sided conversations (at least until your voice comes back), at least until Stockholm Syndrome kicks in you get settled in to avoid this situation to reoccur. Angry ! Yandere learns from his mistakes and knows what he needs to keep his comfort darling safe and sound.

Assuming your tear ducts have also grown dry and puffy then Angry ! Yandere will make sure you drink plenty of water alongside the tea - if you continue to sob dryly then he’ll begin to grow annoyed; how can you expect to heal and get better if you insist on crying?! But you’re still healing, so, punishments above a certain extent will have to wait until after you’re all better…

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Authors Note: I am so excited about this. I've been brainstorming all last night and today and I think it's going to go well, I think it'll either be a 4 or 5 part series atm, we'll see how it works out. Thanks for reading, please reblog if you enjoy it or leave a comment if you wish to kept up to date with future parts! 🥰

Summary: You’d set your sights on him and he on you. It all started with a visit to a newly talked about bar which kept you coming more regularly, in the end not just for a drink but yet the inevitability of a creeping flame set alight by a stare which kept dragging you back. After all, lust shouts and love whispers and in the end, only the heart knows the difference.

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Slow burn, intimidating meets intrigue, a little bit of sexual intension if you look close enough Word Count: 2.6k

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Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4

To you it was a regular Friday night, you'd just finished work and you were heading through the hustle and bustling streets of London with your colleague. Pub Friday was a heavy reoccurrence, much needed after a long week of 9 to 5, it was the only excuse you had to let your hair down and tonight you'd planned to head over to a newish bar that had opened just shy of a few weeks ago, a huge recommendation by one of your other work friends saying that they'd been and it was a pretty decent place to go to.

Truth be told it was tiresome going to the same place every time, seeing the same faces drowning their sorrows in their drinks, the same couples having the same boring arguments and the same old men staring at you from their non owned and practically unreserved tables in the corner of the room.

You move through the double doors which lead into the unfamiliar space, quieter than what you're used to to say the least. You're faced with the beautiful scenery of a long bar, shelved behind it are at least 100 different bottles of spirits. Tables sprouted around the large room with borderline fancy décor set around the walls to compliment them, it was a vision to behold, a pretty penny had clearly gone into this business and it showed, you were truly mesmerised by the care that was given from a clear renovation, that was until he caught your eye.

Originally he'd had his back turned to you and was nothing but a shadow in your field of vision but the moment you caught a glimpse of his side profile, you almost felt a sudden state of nausea, a strange attraction to someone you'd only spent checking out for practically a millisecond. Then he looked over, it all happened in slow motion. You and your colleague still stood in the doorway like a couple of idiots. The bartender smirked a grin your way, welcoming but intimidating all the same.

"Welcome ladies." The most beautiful sound you'd ever heard came out of him, it was simple yet effective enough to have you swooning, your friend had elbowed you back into reality by the time she'd caught your jaw falling to the floor.

Your friend dragged you over to the bar, the mysterious man was drying down a couple of glasses previously owned by customers which had been handed in once they were leaving.

"How do you like my place?" his eyes remained on you, it was like your soul was being ripped apart by his retinas and he'd stolen all ability for you to even respond.

"It's nice here yeah." Your friend spoke for you, removing his eye contact you for the first time since he'd spotted the two of you at the front of he bar.

"This is your bar?" You said it in a way so sarcastic that you made him scoff. Nice one. His eyes rolled back to find your features reflecting through the beautiful brown colours that sparkled in his iris, a slight darkness added to them through the dimmed lighting, was that intentional or not because it only seemed to be clear enough to see when he was looking right at you.

"It's my bar indeed darling, what or who were you expecting?" The skilful chat this man had in giving you back the response you had quickly spirted out and alighted what looked like an irritation in him. Your thumbs twiddled together as you perched yourself onto the stool next to you, unnerved and excited.

"Never mind." He shook his head. "The name's Joe. What can I get you?"

You both ordered yourselves a large glass of white wine, offering the money over to Joe before he smacked your hand away.

"This ones on me." You tried to offer it again, an almost silent refusal that you would be paying for the drinks you'd been given. Joe took the £10 note out of your hand and put his hands under the bar, acting as though he was fumbling around under there, making himself look busy, slight confusion hit you when his hands eventually came back to eye view he was cupping a pint glass which had the note he'd just taken from you firmly rolled inside of it.

"I said this one's on me." You bit back on your laughter, taking out the money from the glass and slipping it back into your bag, accepting defeat, sipping on your wine you offer him a warm smile, his lips were firmly pressed into a line, you couldn't exactly read him very well, he played a poker face that you couldn't quite shake. You were subdued and it had only been 10 minutes in his company.

Your friend made it feel the most awkward of moments when she announced she was going to the toilet and left you alone with him, luckily he got to serving someone else so by the time he was done, she'd probably be back, but obviously to your bitter disappointment that wasn't the case and Joe was straight back over to you, arms leaning against the bar as he bent down to meet you at your level, the towel he was once cleaning the glasses with now lazily laid over his shoulder like an accessory. There was something so soft about his features, something so brutally innocent which lead you to believe that it was all a façade with the tone in his voice when speaking to you, a completely dissociated difference.

"So you never told me your name?" Why in this stupid time and place did you forget your own name, did you mean to stutter through the saliva that was circulating quickly, stumbling over your own tongue.

"It's uh- it's Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty lady." That made you bite your lip and he for sure noticed, his eyes made their own way to watch you do it, his own world now moving in slow motion from the deep breath he partook in once you'd shot the flirtatious body language back at him.

"Did you mean to do that?" Your cheeks released a flush of deep red, realising that you'd actually just done that to a complete stranger, a stranger you were obviously completely hot for.

"I bet you say that to all the girls." You felt like you'd knocked him for six with your response, you were in sudden guard of attempting to faulter his clear confidence in talking to women. It didn't work.

"Only when I mean it." Your friend saved the day when you felt her presence right back at your side again, he shot a wink at you and walked away to serve someone who'd just come through the door.

You completely drowned out the conversation you were clearly not involved in with your friend, watching everything that Joe was doing so intricately, he looked so beautiful doing the simplest of things and that was so threatening to you, your heart and head were speaking completely different languages at this point. Even if this was the first time you'd met him, you were to make sure it wouldn't be the last because there was something about him and you knew yourself, once you were intrigued by something or someone; you were determined to find out.

With the bar getting slightly busier through the evening, he was pre occupied elsewhere, the glances were often yet short, shotting the last one of your wine you left without saying goodbye, imagining his disappointment and creating a fantasy for yourself of him feeling cast down that you'd left so quickly without getting to know him. Why were you kidding yourself? He probably wouldn't of remembered you the next time you went in anyway, but your imagination was throwing that version of future events to the side because it wasn't just a normal look you'd been given, that wasn't how normal hello's were exchanged. You were probably overthinking the whole ordeal, but you had to go back and see. If he remembered, then your heart was right, if he didn't your head was just playing tricks on you, the first option sounded better but the second was probably more feasible.

You prepared yourself for the boring Saturday evening up and coming close, no plans made you took the spontaneity that was lingering in your every being to get ready and go to the bar, after all the mystery man named Joe was all you could muster to think about.

You dressed up to the nines for someone that probably wouldn't shoot their eyes your way again. Not something you'd usually do since your anxiety ridden body wouldn't normally let you, but there was a form of excitement in you so powerful that kept you going for tonight, it would probably be deflated as soon as you found out you were wrong and foolish for going back for the reasons you were and for all intense and purposes you made sure you were to stand out from the crowd.

Entering the bar, it was slightly busier than the previous day, the weekend truly in force and the people of London ready to party until the early hours of the morning. You suddenly felt out of place, all alone in the middle of a bar attempting to see the man who only flirted with you for all of half an hour yesterday, there were more staff located behind the bar, you wandered over, eyes prying all over the place just to even witness a peak of him.

Both a hot and cold sweat came over you when you couldn't see him, all but a crowd of bodies scattered around the room, you felt slightly dizzy in your wake and moved over to step to the front door, quickly deciding it was probably better to give this a miss and accepting you were probably wrong in what you'd been thinking for the last 24 hours. Before you even put your hand on the door, you felt a hand grip to your arm, pulling you towards them with brute force, swerving yourself around to take a look, a slightly older man stood before you, immediately looking you up and down, making your whole body shudder and not the good kind. He leaned down into your ear.

"Lost?"

"No I was just leaving, was trying to find my friend."

"I'll be your friend, come have a drink with me."

"I'm good thanks."

His grip had remained on your arm, you'd attempted to step back but the wall had gotten in the way and you suddenly felt trapped.

"Come on. I won't take no for an answer, one drink."

"I said no, thank you." You tried to be as polite as you could before you were on your way to losing your tether, moving your hand over his you attempted to get him off you, but he squeezed tighter. What kind of creep does this in this day and age, the obvious answer was the entitled pricks that thought they were gods gift to women and didn't like nor understand the word no.

His other hand brushed your hair off of your shoulder, making you squirm disgustingly from his calloused fingers.

"Please let me go."

"When you have a drink with me."

You began to panic when all at once, time and space moved in the blink of an eye and the man was pulled backwards by your now knight in shining armour. You looked up to see Joe, clinging to his shoulders, ragging him towards him, instantly releasing you, you gazed down at the red marks from the way his hand had held you so tightly.

"She said no, mate. Think it's time you were leaving, think you've had enough." The man stormed out in a huff after looking at the seriousness of the pupils that were dilating Joe's eyes from the spout of anger of seeing someone handle a woman in that way; the wrong way.

"Thank you." You felt Joe's hand move over to inspect what could of only been described as a minor injury to your skin, his thumb soothed over making goose bumps reappear over his strokes.

"You're welcome pretty girl. What brings you back here?"

"Just for a drink."

"Alone?" Joe raised an eyebrow, that same shit smirk hitting his lips which made you feel pure infuriation yet made you want to jump him.

"Alone."

"To see me more like." You gulped your saliva back, a heavy breath inhaled when you felt him move closer to you.

"In your dreams." You rolled your eyes.

"No darling, in yours." Joe glared at your movement, taking your hand and bringing you over to the bar.

"So what will it be? Wine?"

"A shot of tequila bar boy."

Joe barked laughter at you, taking out two shot glasses and pouring the lethal spirit into them.

"Two?"

"Cheers Y/N." You picked up your glass, clinking them together you took the shot in unison. The burn felt good at this point but all your brain could muster was that he remembered you. Your heart was pounding and you couldn't even decipher word in the English language to describe how you were feeling right now.

"Before you go and try handing me the cash again, I've got a better idea." You were so predictable to him by this point, you felt instant defeat because your next move would of been to find the money to pay him for the shot. Intrigued by his words, you took a deep breath again, completely wrapped around his little finger to find out what he meant by that.

"Okay?"

"Just to put it out there, you're really fucking attractive darling." He leaned further, your faces inches away from each other. "I know you came here to see me again. I know the feelings mutual. You give me your number and once I get off work tomorrow, you come here and I'll show you what you came for tonight." He moved back, tapping his fingers against the bar. An offer, is that what it was?

Pulling out his phone, he offered it to you to tap your phone into the keypad. You were too flustered and shaky to even respond by this point, but you did it any way. This guy could of been anyone, but you really needed to explore his proposal, after all it's not everyday you feel this down for someone so quickly, you're not losing out either way.

"Good girl." Joe saved your number into his phone. His way with words had you tingling in every crevice of your body, you weren't sure if it was the tequila making you feel this way or whether it was the way he clouded your thoughts with his fiery look.

"Do I get to find out what's happening tomorrow?"

"All in good time."

The bar had gotten even busier by the time you'd managed to look away from him since you'd got to the bar with Joe. He was pulled to the side by one of his employees and when he came back he had a look of annoyance in his face, made softer once again when he saw you sat minding your own business.

"You going to be okay getting home?"

"Yeah, fine. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself." You rolled your eyes again.

"We'll see about that."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" You bit your lip.

You felt his throat strain, a low grunt emerging.

"We'll see." His game was being played twice as hard as yours, you could of cut the tension with a knife.

Joe's hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear, leaning down he placed a brief kiss on your cheek, the sensation travelled to your core and you were suddenly hooked.

Fuck.

"Until tomorrow." Joe moved away slowly, the now familiar smirk crossing your line of vision once more.

Double fuck.

#joseph quinn fan fiction #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn angst #joe quinn x reader

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sunnysoulzz · 4 months

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Hi!I was wondering if you could do more Dean Taylor smuts,Im so obsessed over him it's not even a joke anymore bro,and it's such a shame that there's not enough smuts of this scrumptious man.If you can,can you write a smut about him?I would really appreciate it,thank you!!!🙌🏻💋 (if I wrote any of this shit incorrectly, English is not my first language so excuse me 😭)

Ofc!! I’ve been wanting to write smth for a while but had no inspo + dean is so 😩 he NEEDS more smut

How abt some forest sex? :3

Contains: forest sex, smut, dean x reader, quickie, not in canon at all, also this is kinda short

The sun was beginning to set, and there was already problems in the house. Dean, your boyfriend had begun growing agitated and aggressive. You tried your best to call him down, telling him it’ll all work out and it’ll be ok. Eventually Paul got annoyed, telling Dean to go fuck off in the woods for a while to “check for any way they could escape” or something. Dean obeyed, mainly to get out of the house. You followed.

It didn’t take him long to forget about checking around the house and just go looking around the woods, you didn’t say much, just enjoying the night air and the dread of what would happened if Paul’s whole plan didn’t work out. You looked over to Dean, he lit a cigarette. He turned to face you before eyeing you up and down.

“You know..I really feel like I gotta blow off some stream” he mumbled, he tilted his head down, looking at you through his lashes. It was obvious what he was getting at, and how could you say no. You smiled, “I can help with that.” You moved forward wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands moved to your waist as he moaned into the kiss. He pushed you up against a near by tree, moving down to kiss and suck at your neck.

His hands moved to the waistband of your pants. “Please- fuck- I’m so pissed off right now, can we fuck?” He mumbled into the crook off your neck. You moaned, “yes- please-“.

It didn’t take long for your pants and underwear to be discarded on the cold forest dirt. Dean unbuckled his pants, not bothering to take them off before he slammed into you. You threw your head back. “Ah- what if Paul or Jenna comes looking for us?” You moaned, trying not to be too loud. “They won’t. We just- gotta be quick” he groaned out.

He continued slamming into you, the tree felt rough against your back, but the feeling of Dean inside you was heavenly. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked into yours. He moved forward, kissing you. You moaned into his mouth. “Fuck I’m close” he moaned. “C-can I cum inside?” He looked at you softly, his thrusts never slowly. “Please!” You cried out.

It didn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, he bottomed out inside you, you both came at the same time. You leaned against the tree after putting your clothes back on, trying to catch your breath. He leaned into you, kissing your cheek “we gotta hurry back” you giggled. “Mmm..” he responded. You couldn’t see what you looked like, so you just had to pray you don’t look like you just had your brains fucked out.

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I’m ngl- I wrote this in one sitting so sorry for the spelling mistakes! Hope this is ok! I’ve been very hyperfixated on Tyler the creator atm, which is odd- so sorry abt not posting lol. My request are always open!

#devon bostick #rodrick heffley smut #dean taylor #dean taylor smut #the entitled #Dean Taylor x reader

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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heyyyy! it’s been a loooong while since my last request and i keep thinking about an enemies to lovers fic with gojo 🫠🫠 i mean like “i hate you. i hope you die a horrible death.” typa beat at the beginning.

i’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm, or if you haven’t watched jjk, so feel free to ignore this if that’s the case, i will completely understand^^ have a nice day<3

aaaa, I really loved writing this one. I'm sorry it took so long, but I was busy with school :(

I hope everyone's having a great day, enjoy reading 🤍✨

No warnings.

Word Count: 3100

“Yaga’s going to send me on a mission with him”, you let your head fall back. “Please Suguru, just kill me”. You earned a small chuckle in response, “I don’t understand why you two hate each other”. “And I don’t see how you could be friends with someone like him”. “He’s not that bad. I mean, he’s an arrogant piece of shit, but so am I”.

For some reason, it felt as if the corridor to Yaga’s classroom kept expanding. Which was a good thing. You didn’t want to see that white-haired bastard.

“You’re not arrogant, you’re confident. There’s a difference”. “He is the strongest sorcerer. His birth technically changed the balance of earth”. “I’m strong too, and smart”, jealousy flooded through your veins. “Y/N”, Geto stopped walking, “Don’t underestimate him. He may act foolish, but there’s more to him”. “Whatever, I’ll see you around”.

You hated it when Suguru defended him. It was bad enough that they were best friends, he didn’t have to defend him every time you complained about Satoru.

“Okay”, you closed your eyes once you saw the door to Yaga’s classroom, “Maybe he just wants to settle things with me and that idiot?”.

“Nope, he’s going to send us on a mission together”.

“S-shit”, your heart dropped to your stomach at the sudden presence behind you, “Asshole. I almost died because of you”. “Almost?”, he clicked his tongue, “What a shame”. “I’m not going on a mission with you”, you turned around, angry eyes staring into his blue ones. “As if I would ever go with someone like you”. “Excuse me?”, heat rose to your cheeks. “You’re selfish. You’d never sacrifice yourself for someone. Honestly, I don’t even know what you’re doing here. A sorcerer needs to protect others”. “What do you know about me?”, you shakily replied. “I know that you’re in love with Suguru”. “W-what?!”, your eyes wide open, “N-no, that’s not true!”.

It wasn’t. He was wrong, but nonetheless, a cherry-red glow was left on your cheeks.

“Stop it. Both of you”, Yaga opened the door, a stern expression on his face. “Sorry”, you mumbled. “Hm”, Gojo scratched the back of his head, “What do you want?”.

Right. His disrespect for his peers never failed to amaze you.

“Sit down”, Yaga nodded towards the wooden chairs. “Why?”. “Just sit down”, you angrily pushed your shoulder against your classmate, “The world doesn’t revolve around you”. “Actually-“. “Shut up”, you sighed as you sat down.

“Gojo”, Yaga’s stern voice broke through the silence, “Sit down”. “I know you’re sending us on a mission together”, he lazily leaned against the wall. “That’s right”, Yaga ignored his disobedience as he turned to look at you. “Now, I know –“. “Not happening”.

It was your turn to be disrespectful. Everyone knew how much the two of you despised each other. Was this some kind of joke?

“Y/N-“. “Let Suguru hop along. He’ll be delighted”, you pushed your chair back, ready to leave. “If you two don’t go on this mission together, you’ll both be expelled”.

“You think you can blackmail me?”, Gojo loudly laughed, “You guys need me”. “I’ll be expelled?”, you widened your eyes, “But I-“. “We know”, Yaga replied, “Just go on this mission together, and we won’t have to”. “Perfect”, Gojo smiled as he clapped his hands, “She gets expelled, I get to stay since you guys need me and-“. “Please”, you softly whispered, “I can’t get expelled”. “I don’t care”, he turned around, his hands childishly waving in the air, “My life will be a lot easier with you gone”.

Yes, you hated him. Yes, you wanted to kill him for being so ignorant, but…

“Please”, you lowered your head, “I’ve got nowhere else to go”. “I’m sure your rich family will happily welcome you back-“. “I don’t have a family”, your voice shaking, “If I get expelled, I’ll have nowhere to go”. “Huh?”, he tilted his head. “Satoru, just go on this mission with her”, Yaga pinched the space in between his brows, “It’s easier for everyone”. “Why do those old people from higher up want us to work together? I know this wasn’t your decision”. “I don’t know”, Yaga sighed, “Just do it”.

---

“Let’s try to be nice to each other, shall we?”, he nonchalantly walked through the hallway, not caring to look at you.

“Fuck off”.

Why, out of everyone, did they send you on a mission with Satoru?

“You should thank me. All I know, is you’d be sleeping on the streets if I didn’t agree to go on this mission”.

“You’re an asshole”, you stopped walking, “I hate you, and not because you’re arrogant, not because you’re always bragging about how strong you are, but because you’re heartless. You don’t care about anyone except yourself. You only ‘save’ people because it makes you feel good. You’re a self-centered idiot”.

“And what do you know about me?”, he looked over his shoulders.

“Easy”, Suguru’s voice tore down the dense atmosphere, “It’ll be nice”.

God, why did he always have to smile?

“Nice?”, you turned around, eyes wide open, “Nothing’s nice with that idiot”. “I disagree”, he smiled as he slowly walked towards you two. “Dinner?”, Gojo ignored your insult. “Starving”, Geto smiled as he walked past you, softly patting your head. “He’s not that bad. You’ll see”, a soft whisper. “Hm”, you pouted, “See you”. “See ya”, Geto happily waved, “Oh, when do you two have to leave?”.

“Tomorrow morning”, you placed your hands in your pockets, “Want to play UNO after dinner?”. “Don’t be a crybaby when you lose”. “I won’t lose”, you smirked as you turned around, “Later Geto”.

“Are you in love with her?”, Gojo smirked. “No”, Geto coldly replied. “How can you be friends with her? She’s annoying”. “Why? Because she’s almost as strong as you?”, a smirk on Geto’s face. “She isn’t”, Gojo grabbed something from his pocket, “We’re the strongest”, he smiled as he put his shades on.

---

“Car’s not big enough for you?”, your angry eyes staring at him. “What?”, he coldly replied. “Your legs, could you spread them even further?”. “I always sit like this”. “I don’t care”, you angrily pushed against his knee, “I need some room too”. “Brat”. “Excuse me?”, your eyes studying his face. “You heard me”.

One more word and his cheek would have a stinging, red glow.

“You’re a brat”, you childishly replied. “We don’t have to talk”, he let his head fall back, “We’ll be there soon”. “Give me that”, you snapped the tablet from his hand, “Want to know what we’re dealing with”. “All yours”, a smirk on his face.

Special grade curse? This must be a joke, right? You weren’t that strong and-

“Why didn’t they send Suguru on this mission? I’m not that strong”, your heart dropped to your stomach. Your cursed energy wasn’t special, not like Suguru’s or Satoru’s.

“Don’t know, but I’m not responsible for your safety”, he stared out of the window, “I won’t sacrifice the mission for your safety”.

“Just worry about yourself, I’ll manage”, you quietly responded, a worrying frown on your face.

---

“Hey”, his cold voice greeted your ears.

You dreaded this moment.

“Hey”, you walked past him.

“Y/N?”. “What?”, you stopped walking, eyes glued to the painting at the end of the hallway.

“I’m sorry”.

Sorry wasn’t enough. It could never be enough.

“I was just a kid-“.

“You’re still a kid”, you scoffed back, “You only think about yourself”.

You waited for a response, for another sorry, but only silence filled the air.

“Don’t worry. I’m only here to see Sukuna’s vessel”. “When are you going to accept my apology?”.

“Accept? They expelled me because of you”. “But you got transferred”. “And I never saw Suguru again. I never got the chance to talk him out of it”.

Why were you even explaining things?

“You killed him. You killed your best friend”, a lump in your throat. “He killed an entire village, Y/N. He wasn’t the Suguru you used to know”. “I don’t care. You don’t give up on the people you love”.

“He gave up on us”.

He didn’t. Even if his motives were wrong, even if he did evil things… He wanted to make the world a ‘better’ place for the people he loved.

“Goodnight, Satoru”, you wiped a tear from your cheek, “Always nice to see you again”.

---

“What do you think?”, Yaga looked at you, his dark shades masking his eyes. “You made the right decision. He’s strong, even without Sukuna”, your eyes twinkling, “Can I train with him tonight? Just for research?”. “As long as he’s okay with it”, he lifted his shoulders. “That kid”, you nodded towards the dark-haired boy, “He’s strong too, isn’t he?”. “He has the most potential”, Yaga crossed his arms, “You don’t know who he is, do you?”. “I know. Thanks to his dad-“. “Yeah”, Yaga interrupted, “That’s him”.

---

“So, you let him take over whenever?”. “N-no”, the pink-haired boy backed away, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “Does he talk to you?”, you tightened your grip around his jaw, your eyes studying every part of his face. “Y-yeah, he’s annoying”. “Can I talk to him?”, you eagerly asked. “It’s too dangerous”, a stern expression on his face, “I don’t want to risk the safety of others”.

“Don’t worry”.

Why?

“Get out”, you slowly backed away, resisting the urge to turn around. “Come now, that’s my student”.

He was smirking. You could feel it.

“Yuji”, his footsteps drew closer, “Let him out. I’m the strongest, you know that”. “B-but Gojo sensei-“. “Let him out”, he lifted his blindfold with his thumb.

You didn’t want to see him, to give him some form of satisfaction, but… You were so curious, so fascinated…

“And I’m here too”, you softly agreed, “I’m strong too”. “She is”, Gojo happily smiled, “And smart. She’s the most highly paid researched in the sorcerer community. Her books are being used in every sorcerer school”.

“Tsk”, you clenched your jaw. “She doesn’t seem to like you”, Yuji tilted his head. “That’s because we’ve got some history-“. “N-no! Not like that!”, you blurted out when you saw the look in the student’s eyes.

“Let him out, Yuji”, Gojo smirked.

“Okay”, the boy shrugged his shoulders before closing his eyes.

Your heart was racing, your mouth dry… You were nervous.

“That brat gave me 30 seconds”.

“H-huh?”, you jolted, “H-his voice… The marks-“.

“Sukuna?”, you slowly walked closer. “Long time I’ve seen someone this pretty. She yours?”, the curse widely grinned at Gojo. “Your time’s almost up”, Gojo smiled back, “It’s been a pleasure”.

“W-wait!”, you tried to buy more time, but you could already see the marks disappear.

“What did he say?”, Yuji shook his head, as if he tried to shake the curse away. “I’m never leaving this place as long as you’re here!”, you swung your arms around the boy’s neck, “I’m going to write so many books about you!!!”.

“G-gojo sensei?”, the boy tried to ask his teacher for help, his cheeks glowing red. “Hey, she never hugged me”, Gojo loudly laughed, “Just enjoy it”.

---

“So peaceful”, you sighed as you looked at the stars above you.

You always loved the smell of a hot summer night. A clear sky above you, thousands of stars, the soft touch of grass underneath you…

You were sitting in the middle of a park just outside Jujutsu high. It must’ve been 3 AM, but you didn’t care. This was worth it.

What was this sudden feeling? This sudden eeriness?

“Right, I should’ve known better”, you slowly stood up. “I can never get a moment of peace”, you angrily mumbled. “Don’t hide. I know you’re here”, you wiped some dirt from your uniform.

“Hide?”, a chilling voice greeted you.

This wasn’t a normal curse. This was trouble.

“Who are you?”, you widened your stance, one hand in your pocket. “Mahito, nice to meet you”, a tall figure happily walked towards you.

“What do you want?”. “You. Dead”, a big smile on its face. “Try me”, you grabbed a bag of blood from your pocket. “Oh, blood manipulation. Interesting”, the curse scratched underneath his chin, “But then again, I already knew that, didn’t I?”.

It knew?

“Just like I know about your little accident years ago. Don’t you want to get revenge? Don’t you want to make him pay?”.

“It was an accident”, your heart racing, “He didn’t mean for it to happen”. “Then why are you still mad at him?”, a fake confused expression on Mahito’s face. “You know it’s his fault. You know it’s his fault your body is covered in scars”. “He didn’t mean to”.

It scared you how much doubt there was in your voice.

“He did”.

T-that voice-

“S-suguru?”, you turned around, your legs shaking.

“Missed me?”, a smile on his face.

He was dead-

“Suguru!”, you immediately ran towards him, your arms eagerly wrapped around his body. You didn’t care what he’d done. He was your friend. You two were inseparable-

“S-suguru?”, tears in your eyes as you fell to the ground, a sharp pain in your side. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to die. We just need Gojo”, a disgusted look on Geto’s face as he looked down at you.

“W-what-“, “Don’t worry”, Mahito’s happy voice interrupted, “I can heal you, and your scars”. “D-don’t-“

Why couldn’t you use your cursed energy?

“You’ve been poisoned”, Suguru coldly added, “You can’t use any cursed energy”. “Why did you do this?”, your sight blurry. “Don’t worry. The Suguru you know is gone”, a smirk on his face.

Right. The Suguru you knew would never do this. He’d never-

“You aren’t-“, “What a smart girl”, he kneeled down. “Mahito?”, Geto brushed some strands of hair from your face, “She’s useless. Do with her as you wish”.

“Get your hands off her”.

For once, you were happy to hear Gojo’s voice.

“Finally. Let’s see how strong you really are”, Mahito laughed.

“S-satoru-“, darkness surrounded you, “Leave”. “Leave?”, a gentle smile on his face as he walked towards the curse, “I owe you one, remember?”.

---

“Suguru?”, you slowly opened your eyes. “Ouch”, a chuckle, “I saved your life, you know?”.

“Satoru”, you immediately sat up straight, “Where am I?”. “In your room. Shoko took care of you”. “S-shit”, you grunted as you felt a sharp pain in your side. “Careful”, his hand immediately behind your head, “Shoto did what she could, but you need plenty of rest”.

Normally you’d rather die than let that idiot touch you, but now it felt kind of reassuring.

“Thank you”, you whispered, “If you weren’t there, I’d be dead”. “As I said, I owed you one”.

You knew he expected you to ask what had happened after you passed out, but you didn’t want to know. Not yet anyway.

“Got you these”, he took something from your nightstand, “They’re my favorite”.

Mochi?

“Thanks”, an unintentional smile on your face. “They’re not regular mochi, you know? I got these from-“, “I recognize them, Satoru”, you gently smiled, “Thank you”.

“Y/N, listen”.

What a strange sight. He actually seemed nervous.

“I never meant to… I didn’t know”, he clenched his jaw. “I hate myself for what happened back then. For the pain I caused you”. “I know”, you softly whispered. “If I knew there was another curse, I wouldn’t have-“.

“Where were you?”, a lump in your throat. “I don’t blame you, but I’ve been wondering why you suddenly disappeared after I exorcised the first curse”.

“Flowers”, he mumbled as he looked at the ground. “What?”, you frowned. “I was getting you flowers”, his hand massing the back of his neck.

“F-flowers?”, you widened your eyes, cheeks blushing. “I guess I was in love with you back then”, he cleared his throat, “That’s why I was such a jerk… I thought you loved Suguru and –“.

Why was he cute right now? Gojo wasn’t the type of man to seem insecure and shy, but it kind of suited him. It was refreshing to see a blush on his cheeks.

“When you exorcised that first curse, you seemed so proud”, a nostalgic smile on his face. “I never doubted you for a second, but you did. You always underestimated yourself, so… I wanted to celebrate. I had this stupid idea of buying you flowers and asking you out on a date”.

“Satoru-“.

You finally understood. You understood why you hated him all this time. Why you never got close to him. Why he was the one person who could get under your skin.

“I know it’s silly”, he chuckled, “Please don’t tell the students I have a crush on you”.

“Have?”, you repeated the words in your head.

“Ask me”, you quietly responded, “Ask me if I want to go on a date”.

“H-huh?”, his blue eyes towering over his glasses as he looked over them.

“Ask me”.

You didn’t love Suguru, you never did. You remembered why you even tried to get close to Suguru in the first place. You wanted to spend time with Gojo.

“Do you want to have dinner with me?”, his voice sounded raspy.

“No”, you nervously smirked.

“Do you want to go to the arcade with me?”, he smiled when he realized what you were after.

“Nope”, you shook your head.

“Fine”, he playfully sighed, “Do you want to order pizza and watch a movie?”.

“Bingo”, you held out your thumb.

Why was the room so cold all of a sudden?

“Can I see?”, a dark expression on his face. “What?”, you frowned. “What I’ve done to you”.

No.

“You haven’t done anything to me”. “I want to see, Y/N”.

Don’t run. Don’t run. Don’t run.

“Okay”, you slowly unbuttoned your shirt.

He was disgusted. He had to be. The dark scars on your stomach and chest, all the way to your arms…

“I’m so sorry”, he lowered his head, a crack in his voice, “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you”. “Do you still think I’m pretty?”, your eyes hanging low. “No”, his digits slowly tracing over your scars.

“Right”, you closed your eyes, “That’s fine”.

“I don’t think you're pretty, " the sweetest smile on his face, “I don’t think there are enough words to describe how beautiful you are. You’re divine. A goddess. I’ve always thought so”.

Shit. You were blushing.

“T-thanks”, you awkwardly responded, his nose brushing against yours. “Ask me”, he smirked. “W-what?”, you loudly swallowed as you felt his lips hovering over yours. “Ask me to kiss you”.

“Kiss me, please”.

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sjdsjsd sorry to be that person but what are your thoughts on adrinette's development throughout the season?? it's so wild to me how their relationship evolved sm in just 11 episodes

it IS wild!! Especially after watching them just make insane heart eyes at each other for 4 seasons before this!! Im proud of them. look how far they’ve come :’)

I’ll admit tho that I do have some mixed feelings lol. Because tbh I actually really love the status quo of miraculous ladybug. I know everyone has been itching for adrinette or another side to officially get together for years, but I always just loved the dynamic of each side as it was originally. dont get me wrong, im Thrilled to see adrinette saying I love you and holding hands and being the cutest couple ever 😭 and it always made the most sense for adrinette to be the side that dates prereveal. Im happy for the development! But at the same time I do miss adrien pining for ladybug. When I see ladynoir onscreen together now they’re just so cute and theyre great friends and partners and they’ve left the drama of s4 behind which is nice bc that was hard to watch dhdnd. But at the same time im like aw I want him to be in love with his lady! </3 and ive been waiting for a ladrien interaction to no avail 😔

It’s really interesting how they flipped/reversed the love square briefly to have marinette pursuing chat noir and then she flipped back pretty quickly while adrien continued to pursue her as marinette. There’s been so much love square development this season that it gave me a little whiplash in the beginning lmao. if u have been following me for a while h probably know im a big marichat fan. So obviously I was losing my mind over all the marichat this season. I was always rooting for marichat interactions but I was never delusional enough to think we’d get THAT lmao. so ofc I was ecstatic! But at the same time I was like wait! No, not like this! Bc I was never rooting for a love square “reversal” so much as a LS “expansion,” if that makes sense. Like I wanted marinette to fall for chat and adrien for marinette, but I didn’t want them to fall out of love with OG crush. I was hoping for the dramatic “oh no, im in love with two people!” thing and them having to reconcile those feelings and then at the reveal they’d realize they’d fallen in love with the same person twice. I’ve just always thought of adrien being in love with ladybug as kind of a defining character trait for him, so it’s sad for that to be seemingly gone, but also i dont really believe it is? maybe just suppressed atm bc his love for Marinette is taking priority.

Man I probably sound whiny and entitled rn complaining that my favorite side of the square got so much attention and that adrien is openly in love w marinette now, which ive wanted for a long time lol. I dont mean to come off that way!! Im really enjoying the adrinette and the love square development! it’s just going differently from how I imagined it would so im trying to stop pushing my expectations on it and just enjoy what the writers cooked up for us. im excited to see what happens next!

#anon #ask #ml #ml spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #ml season 5

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Hey! Could I have prompt 4 with Cyno x reader pls? thx :3

Life After You

notes: this work is part of my 3k followers event! check out my pinned post for the event masterlist and further info. I also sincerely apologize to the people who requested first for doing these out of order but I gotta write what I'm inspired to atm or else I'll never get started. Also once again, feel free to check out my genshin discord :3

prompt: all that I'm after is a life full of laughter as long as I'm laughing with you, and I'm thinking that all that still matters is love ever after, after the life we've been through; 'cause I know there's no life after you

song these lyrics are from: life after you [daughtry]

contains: cyno x reader, fluff

warnings: none

"Two Shawarma Wraps please!", you smiled at Lambad as you paid for the food you had ordered. It wasn't hard to notice your good mood. After all, you had enough reason to smile, given that the man you loved was coming home from work earlier today and had promised to spend the rest of his day with his beloved. So since you still had some time to spare until Cyno would return, you had decided to get lunch for the two of you to surprise him.

It was a beautiful day, however, if you were honest, you didn't have any plans to leave the house again before the sun set. You were looking forward to just spend a day alone with Cyno, away from the prying eyes who recognized him as the General Mahamatra.

Just as you were fumbling with your keys at the entrance to the house you lived in, you felt two arms wrapping around your waist and a soft kiss on the back of your neck before Cyno nuzzled his face into your neck. "Ah, there you are already", you chuckled and turned around to properly greet your boyfriend with a kiss. "I missed you", Cyno said softly and kissed your cheek gently multiple times. You held up the packaged Shawarma Wraps. "I got us food", you exclaimed triumphantly. Cyno kissed your forehead and held up a finger. "Thank you, love. I got you something too", he seemed more excited than usual and started searching for something in his backpack.

He handed you a book. "It's the newest Genius Invokation TCG novel", he tried to say this calmly but you could see how he was internally ready to jump up and down like a teenage girl who had just gotten a text back from her crush, "they changed back to the original author so now there won't be any controversies regarding the main character fighting with a card that was never even in the game." You had heard him rant about this part of the story multiple times. He was always a little conflicted whether it was still within the rules of the game or not.

Cyno had introduced you to Genius Invokation TCG and he made it sound so interesting, that you agreed to read all the novels he was ready to lend to you and he had taught you how to play the game yourself. Now it was one of your favorite shared activities to engage in.

You remembered how Cyno had asked you for genuine feedback on whether you found his jokes funny. Knowing that he valued honesty, you told him that they weren't always funny, but that you still loved them and they still always lightened your mood. They made you at least chuckle most of the time, not because they were hilarious, but because telling unfunny jokes was so unapologetically Cyno that you couldn't help but feel happiness. You loved the man with all your heart, after all. You always encouraged him to keep making jokes, so he could never be mad that you didn't find them funny quite frequently.

You had followed up your statement with telling Cyno that you also just really enjoyed his voice. "A lot of your jokes sound more like you're telling a story", you remarked, "and quite frankly, you'd be a fantastic storyteller. I'd listen to you read the entire Genius Invokation TCG novel. Hell, I'd listen to you read me an overly specific instruction manual." Cyno had taken that a little too serious. Or rather, he saw this statement as a wonderful opportunity to tease you.

You had recently bought a very simple kitchen shelf that was built together in less than 15 minutes. Nevertheless, the instruction manual was overly complicated, written in 5 different languages and had 20 pages. And Cyno was determined to read all of them to you. You were sitting on the couch, trying to write while Cyno was reading the very detailed description of the process for building a small kitchen shelf. "Cyno, I'm trying to write Tighnari a birthday card, you're distracting me", you pouted as he leaned closer and whispered in your ear with a very serious voice. "Turn the screwdriver 20 times counter-clockwise-", was all he got out before you softly hit his face with a pillow but couldn't help but laugh. "You're impossible", you shook your head seeing that Cyno was laughing too. "Make sure that the board is fixed within the shelf frame before moving on to the next one...."

"Shut up", you grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, "please...."

You chuckled before continuing with the birthday card. Cyno did fall silent. Instead he was now trailing kisses down your neck and then guided your chin so you'd face him. He kissed you passionately, pulling you into his lap. After the kiss you rolled your eyes at him. "Now I wrote 'I got you this Inazuma from flower. Happy Birth, Tighnari!'", you chucked another pillow at him, "look at what you've done. We're writing a new card and this time you'll be the one writing." "Fine by me", Cyno gave in and let out a soft chuckle before picking up the instruction manual again so you'd shut him up with another kiss. Cyno suggested you could simply add a joke to the card to distract from the mistakes you had made. "I would, but Tighnari would probably strangle both of us."

This was a side of him only you got to see and you felt blessed everytime he showed it to you, even though he was a tease sometimes. But this was how he had promised to read the new Genius Invokation TCG novel with you once it came out. You were looking forward to listening to his soothing voice and being snuggled up to his chest while listening to the story. You were just as excited about discussing the lore and story with him afterwards, coming up with theories for the next edition, which Cyno always loved to hear.

"What are you thinking about?", Cyno asked curiously, snapping you out of your memories as you opened the door. "Just remembered that time you read an instruction manual to me", you snickered. "I can do that again", he gave you a wink as you walked up the stairs.

After a moment of silence, Cyno raised his voice again. "I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something", he was already anticipating your reaction before you laughed at his joke. "Okay that one was actually good", you rewarded him with a kiss before entering your flat with him. "I got a laugh out of you! Win for me!", he proudly exclaimed as you put the Shawarma Wraps on the kitchen counter.

"The food smells amazing", Cyno remarked. "I know right?", you grinned and gave him fingerguns, "it's a meal you simply can't Cyno to." He stared at you for a second before the punchline dawned on him. "You get it, what makes this joke funny is a wordplay of the words 'say no' and your name-", you explained. Cyno was basically wheezing at this point. You grinned, imagining the reactions of the other matra if they saw him like this. "God, I love you", Cyno whispered and pulled you close, kissing you once again. He even let out another chuckle as he was kissing you. You buried a hand in his hair and wrapped the other around his waist, beginning to gently draw circles onto his back with your fingertips which made Cyno sigh into the kiss and melt into your embrace. His tongue circled around yours and his hand held your cheek as he poured all the love he felt for you into his kiss.

You parted from him with a smile on your face. "Cyno, the- mmph", your words were cut off by Cyno once again pressing his lips to yours. You kissed him back for half a minute before pushing him away gently. "The food is going to get cold", you chuckled, "man that joke really landed, huh?" "The archons blessed me with such a wonderful significant other with a fantastic sense of humor", he linked his fingers with yours on the kitchen table as you were getting ready to have lunch. "I'm sure plenty of people would disagree with that, Cyno", you laughed before enjoying your Shawarma Wrap with him in silence.

The first time Cyno heard you make a dad joke was probably the moment he fell for you. It was your very first Genius Invokation TCG game night with Tighnari, Cyno and Kaveh and the four of you had dinner together before playing the game. Tighnari had talked about how legends said, that sometimes due to the Dendro Archons power, when someone in Sumeru was suffering, the forest would be there to comfort them. "The plants in the Apam Woods have actually been shown to respond to their surroundings, including the emotions of peop- y/n what are you laughing about?", Tighnari raised his eyebrows at you snickering across the table, "what's so funny?"

It took you a while to catch your breath before you whispered under your breath: "Oh my god....they photosympathize...."

It was the first time you heard Cyno laugh. Not a polite chuckle, like he usually let out when he was amused, but the General Mahamatra straight up snorted and started wheezing next to you while Tighnari was shaking his head in disappointment. "Out. Both of you. Get out of my house", Tighnari joked and buried his head in his hands. But you hardly registered that, as you were too busy staring at the man next to you, noticing how his laugh was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Feeling the urge to make him smile everytime you saw him. Up until now, none of that had ever faded. Your love for him only grew with every day you spent with him.

"I love you so much", you told him and put your hand over his after you had finished your Shawarma Wrap. "There's Tahini sauce all over your hands", Cyno commented dryly pulling his hand away to wash it. "It was a gift", you mused and followed him. "Wonderful. I feel so blessed", he replied sarcastically, pulling you back into his arms after you had washed the sauce off your own hands.

You cupped his face with one hand and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?", you smiled at him. "You tell me everyday", he reminded you, but it was evident that it still made him a little flustered, "I believe we have a novel to read." He got a big blanket from the drawer and wrapped it around the two of you as you were sitting on the couch and you were leaning against his chest, closing your eyes as his fingers gently ran up and down your back.

Cyno began reading the new Genius Invokation TCG novel to you and you loved how soft his voice sounded. Occasionally, you would interrupt to discuss several important plot points and express your feelings about the story.

"I can't believe they just killed this character off that early in the story", Cyno was baffled. "I'm an emotional mess", you hid your face in Cyno's neck and he gave you a headpat. "Shh, I'm sure they'll avenge him. Also there's still a chance he might come back with the super rare revival card."

You got through about a quarter of the novel before tiredness settled in and Cyno noticed you slowly falling asleep in his arms. He put the book down and wrapped both of his arms around you, pressing multiple gentle kisses to your forehead. Well, he thought to himself, we can always continue reading the novel some other time.

After all, you had a whole life to share.

#genshin impact #cyno x reader #cyno x you #cyno x y/n #genshin cyno #cyno #genshin impact cyno

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