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nisuna · 3 months

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Requesting Toji fucking a single mom. That’s it. Ily hope you’re doing good ❤️

Hi Helloooo (Ily toooo), finally some goofy bickering and mindless smut 🥳 enough serious talk for now

Hope you enjoy! (read part 2 here!!)

TW: Pure smut, a lot of bickering, just a one night stand, right? or is it.., oraf (f. receiving), overstimulation, protected sex, a lot of positions, brat taming in a way, manhandling, tit sucking, Toji x single mom!reader, this turned out longer than I expected, 2.5k words

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It was the first time you went out in months and you definitely weren't looking for a hook up. You just wanted to go out and have some fun, now that your kids were staying at their grandparents' for the weekend. So you definitely didn't expect to get hit on by the biggest man you've ever seen. His eyes were almost eating you alive. He even had his hand on your hip, while his thumb was gently swiping over the area. You were definitely enjoying yourself until he finally spoke up.

"First time here, doll?", he asked, full of confidence.

"Huh, doll?", you sounded confused. "Do people really use these nicknames nowadays?", you thought and felt your smile fade as you backed up a bit.

"What's wrong?", he felt his confidence crumble a bit. Usually, girls were eating the nickname right up. You definitely were a handful, but nothing he couldn't handle. Challenge accepted.

"Nothing really, I just haven't been flirted with in a long time and definitely not like that."

"I'll help you ease back into it, no problem.", surely, that had to convince you. However, you weren't playing along at all. You backed up even more.

He was starting to get impatient. Now he had to have you no matter what. "Why are you so difficult? I can show you a real good time. You'll be missin' out big time."

"You know what?", you approached him, "I'm not one of your dumb little girls that swoon at your every action you know", you answered while poking your finger right between his tits (were they bigger than yours?). You'd be lying if you said you weren't taken aback by his sheer mass, but you couldn't give in so easily.

"I know, I know, I haven't had a mature woman in a long time. Why don't you remind me what it's like?", he put his arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his hard chest.

"You yap a lot, you know that."

"Why are you holdin' back so much? I know you want me just as bad, hm?", he took a long whiff against your neck. You had to have nerves of steel not to whimper on the spot. "Pleasee", he fucking pouted at you.

"Shit, fine. But not here.", you finally gave in and he shot you the biggest grin you've ever seen a grown man do while he pulled you to one of the bathrooms.

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"H-hold on. What are you, a horny teenager?", you panicked as soon as he picked you up and sat you down on one of the sinks.

"I might as well be. I'll do anything to get a taste of that delicious body of yours.", he stared you down and poked his tongue out. Shitty smooth talker.

As soon as he slottet himself between your legs, he began pulling at your dress. One of his hands went down between your legs and started rubbing at the already damp fabric while he licked a thick stripe up your neck.

"Shit", you tried to hold back your moans. He, however, showed no mercy as he began to suck on your neck, working down to your cleavage. As if to test the waters, he grabbed a handfull of your tit only to halt all movements.

"They're real, right?", he asked, almost too excited.

"Yeah, why? Did most of your other dolls have them done?", you fake mocked him before letting out a moan as he pulled his hand from between your legs and onto your chest.

"Yeah, not that I really care. Tits are tits. But yours definitely feel better than the last few I've had."

"Last few? How much does this man fuck?", you couldn't dwell on the thought for long though, because he was already pulling down your dress and latching his hungry mouth onto one of your nipples.

"Slow down ah- what if someone comes in?"

"Don't mind. They're probably too drunk to notice anyway." Thouché.

He was really taking his sweet time playing with your tits, but he must be getting restless as well, because he kept rubbing his hard cock against your, at this point, soaked panties.

"Are we gonna fuck, or are you just gonna dry hump me until you cum in your pants?"

"Better, I'll eat you out."

"Really? You don't seem like the type to just eat a girl out."

"Yeah, I usually just get my dick sucked. But I'm feelin' adventurous today because of you, mama."

"Mama, huh? I guess that's better than doll." You hummed and saw him get on his knees in front of you. Having such a huge man kneel between your legs definitely gave you an ego boost. So you were quick to put your legs over his shoulders and grab a handfull of his dark hair. He, however, didn't make a move and was just looking. Pulling on his hair and squishing his face between your thighs finally made him look up at you.

"Then you better get to work, I won't cum fron you just oogling me."

As soon as the words left your mouth, your panties were pulled to the side and your breath hitched as you felt his hot mouth on you.

"Just you wait", he mumbled between licks, "I told you, I'm gonna make it worth your while."

For having said that he doesn't do this often, he did have good technique. He mostly focused his tongue on your clit, alternating between flattening it and using just the tip. From time to time he even slipped a finger or two in to curl them exactly into your sweet spot. However, it was embarrassing how often he stopped just to breathe in your scent.

He even kept mumbling, "best pussy I ever had" between slurps. Your cheeks were getting hot and your hips started to move against his face. And with your teamwork it didn't take long for you to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your lewd moans as you came on his tongue. Even after you've calmed down he kept his mouth on you making your legs tremble and toes curl in overstimulation. You had to yank on his hair to finally get him off of you.

When you looked at him, his eyes were blown wide and his chin was glistening with your juices. You didn't look any better, your hair was a mess and your skin was shining with sweat.

After he got back up and pressed himself against you, he asked, "Round two at your place?" Not that you'd ever admit it, but he had you hooked. So, of course, you gave him a nod and he gave you a satisfied grin in return.

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As soon as both of you arrived home, he didn't waste any more time and clothes were flying off faster than you had anticipated.

He's never impatient with hookups. Afterall, they're usually the ones that beg him to finally fuck them. But you were far too composed, even squeezing in some snarky remarks here and there. He knew you'd be trouble after your first interaction at the club. You weren't easy and his ego told him that he had to have you no matter what. But he didn't expect you to stay so calm. You had him practically begging to finally get inside of you. Finally a worth opponent, huh? He didn't even argue when you told him he had to wear a condom.

When he finally had you where he had wanted you all night, naked and in bed, he smirked and ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth.

"I gotta be the biggest one you've ever had.", he boasted while rolling the condom on.

"Don't flatter yourself", you lied. Any virgin would be shaking in her boots at this sight. You haven't had any action in a long time, but you are definitely no virgin. Surely you could take it, right?

"I'll make sure you'll never forget my dick. You'll want to come back for more. Not that you can have it again, anyway. No offence, commitment just isn't my thing. One night stands is where I shine. So, don't catch feelings alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, you yap way too much. Just shut up and give it to me.", was the last thing you said before pulling him into the first kiss of the night.

He was a little taken aback by your sudden boldness. He's not a big kisser, but this feels quite nice. So it didn't take long for him to compose himself and slowly press into you.

You overestimated yourself a bit, as the first stretch felt like you were about to rip in half, especially once he bottomed out the first time. But mama didn't raise no quitter, so you took it like a champ and dug your nails into his back instead of whining about it. However, some tears did manage to make their way into your eyes and you fully expected a snarky comment to come your way, but to your surprise, he leaned down to kiss them away.

You could cut the tension with a knife as you both just looked at each other. To lighten the mood you playfully hit his chest and chuckled. "Wow, didn't know you could be such a gentleman. But enough now", you put your arms around his neck and pulled him close. "Fuck me till I pass out", you purred into his ear.

After that, he finally snapped out of his trance and went to pound town. The first few thrusts almost knocked the wind out of your lungs, but once you got used to them, you felt extra daring.

"That all you got?", you challenged.

He didn't react at first, but he was determined to shut you up. He looked strong, but you were still taken aback when he pulled you up with him as he knelt down on the bed. One arm was behind him supporting his weight and the other was grabbing a handfull of your ass. He smirked at your shocked expression and you couldn't contain your voice when he started to pound into you from below.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned down, pressing your lips against his. You were trying your hardest to muffle the embarassing moans that just kept spilling out of your mouth at his every move. He felt his ego rejuvenate at your obedience, which is why he started to kiss you back with much more enthusiasm than before.

"Feels good, right? Nobody's ever fucked you this good, huh?", he mumbled against your lips. You frantically shook your head, going right back to kissing him. It felt overwhealming at first, but you found your composure soon enough. He was trying his hardest to tame you, increasing his speed and spanking your ass between thrusts. But even that didn't shut you up so he finally snapped.

"You've been running that mouth of yours the whole night. Don't you think it's about time you finally shut up and take it. Just lay there and look pretty."

You cracked a smile and whispered, "make me."

Now he's had it with you. Before you could react, he pulled out of you and turned you on your tummy.

And before you could make another snarky remark, he pushed back into you and pulled your back flush against his chest. He's holding you up with one arm while sticking his thick fingers in your mouth. You felt drool drip out of your mouth and your eyes roll back at the new angle.

For the first time tonight, you were truly speechless and his ego grew incredibly more as he started to pound into you.

"Good girl, fucking finally."

You instinctively started sucking on his fingers at the praise. Is this what they call brat taming? It's actually quite nice being manhandled like that.

After a while he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and went straight between your legs. You let out the most obscene mewl, throwing your head back on his shoulder as soon as his fingers started to rub tight circles in your throbbing clit.

"Cumming on my cock will feel much better. I can promise you that."

And god, he didn't lie because the orgasm in the bathroom doesn't compare to what you're feeling right now. He had your back arching in his tight hold and you felt yourself go limp as he just used you. It didn't take long for him to reach his limit as well and he came with a low groan and bite to your shoulder.

He barely caught you after he let go and you almost fell face first on your bed from exhaustion. This fuck has definitely been worth your while.

You two didn't speak much after that as you went to clean up in the bathroom. This was it, right? It's kind of a shame that you were never going to see him again. It was nice having some company, but oh well.

"See yourself out once you've finished alright?", was the last thing you said before lying down.

"Sure."

Usually, that would be it, right? That's his thing, just a quick fuck and then dip. But oddly enough today, that just didn't feel right. It's been a long time since a woman made him sweat so much. Girls in their early twenties truly didn't compare to you. So when he saw you just laying there so peacefully he felt an urge to stay longer.

"I'll just leave as soon as I wake up. One night won't hurt."

You were already fast asleep when he snuggled up to your side. So much for not catching feelings, huh?

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When you woke up, it was with his heavy arm draped over your waist. You rubbed your eyes and tried to sit up, but no chance with the tight grip he had on you. So you opted for shaking him.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you said you only do one night stands.", you questioned. With a groan he finally gave you room to turn around and face him.

"Answer me now.", you poked and pulled on his cheek.

"Just leave me be. Your bed's way comfier than mine and it smells nice, too." In his sleep drunken state, he nuzzled his face against yours. He was nothing like the man you got to know yesterday. He was kind of cute, actually. So you just sighed and didn't resist his hugs.

"Want to stay till breakfast?" Nod. You didn't expect this outcome, but oddly enough, it wasn't an unwelcome one. You missed sharing a bed with someone anyway, so where's the harm in trying it out with him. You're gonna enjoy this for as long as it lasts. Who knows what'll happen.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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aita for throwing out expired food from the family fridge?

I (17F) live with my dad (54M) and my mom (53F), but my mom works out of the country a lot. My dad is normal and seems to have a sense of shame(? for lack of a better word) when my mom's at home, but when she's working abroad, sometimes for months at a time, my dad kinda spirals. Necessary background is I'm also mildly immunocompromised.

When mom's home, he never does weird stuff, but once she's been gone for about 3 weeks, he starts getting weird.

He does things like cut mold chunks out of (soft) cheese and then put it back in the fridge, and once full on tried to convince me that so called 'live foods' like yogurt and kefir and tofu don't expire because 'they're already fermented' and putting expiration dates on them is either (when he's being more normal) a technicality/regulation or (when he's being weirder) a lie by Big Grocery™ to sell more food (for those who aren't familiar, live foods are fermented in specific ways with very specific bacteria, after they expire they go bad with things like mold just like any other food).

I've tried ignoring it and just not eating it, but it was making the other food in the fridge go bad faster and my dad started getting food poisoning symptoms, also my dad wouldn't buy new food if there was an expired one still in the fridge. Also, with things like the cheese, when he puts it back, I risk eating moldy food without realising it cuz there's no way to tell a mold chunk was cut out until I bite it and taste mold alos on multiple occasions, I've said I tasted mold in something and my dad has lied saying he didn't do this, only for me to see the moldy cheese trimmings in the garbage later when I'm throwing something away.

I've talked with my dad about this and it always goes something like this:

My dad: *drinks a pintglass of expired newman's own lemonaid*

*15 minutes later*

Dad: *coming back from the bathroom* I just had explosive diarrhea.

Me: You know how you drank a glass of expired lemona—

Dad: And it's delicious!

Me: Well, I'm just worried it's making you sick...

My dad: *5 minute rant about Big Grocery™*

Anyway, I started just throwing out the expired stuff, but he'd take it out of the garbage, even when there was something nasty on it, like used coffee grounds or 12 hour old egg shells dripping salmonella-y egg. So I started opening the containers of expired food and spilling them into the garbage bag (they're hefty bags, so it's not making a mess in the can) and sometimes I'd put a handfull of (clean/unused) cat litter into the bag too if it was something like bad produce (think limp carrots or slimey lettuce) so he couldn't just rince it and put it back.

Then I cleaned the fridge with bleach spray and now things aren't going moldy as fast and we have so much more room in there (I didn't get rid of anything but expired food, I wiped non-expired containers off with the bleach spray and put them back), also, my dad's stomach problems have stopped.

I still don't think I did anything wrong, since I know my mom would have done this the second she came home and my dad wouldn't have objected, but since I did it, he yelled at me for wasting money, called me a stooge to Big Grocery™ and compared me to his brother, who thinks leftovers go bad in the time it takes to drive home.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #unsanitary cw

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dairy-farmer · 21 days

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Did you know~? Dreams are how the mind subconsciously processes information and our emotions ABOUT the information for us while we are asleep?

:Dc

Gotham Sure Does Have Cults! Don't it? Bet some of them get the bright idea to Capture God(tm). Which ALWAYS ends well, and TOTALLY doesn't lend to them fighting back! Getting the attention of Local Bats!

What with the Lethal, Diving People Too Insanity Nightmares going around.

They're gonna go out on a limb and guess Dream God. Sleep Deity, perhaps. The track the Cult down. Burst in and kick ass. As a Family~

And? The God can admit... they were kinda losing. Humans cheat and these fuckers were VERY prepared. They were gonna Curse this city to unending torment with their dying breathe... BUT! They don't need to do that now! Good for you!

They should probably...reward you or something.

Protocol, you know.

Uuuuuuh, hold on. *look around* Got it! Here. Take these handfull of shiny rocks. Yes, I'm stealing them from the Cultists. They were decorating anyway. Anyway! HERE. I give you A Blessing(tm).

THESE will give you Good Sleep.

One for each of you.

To make up for, you know, tormenting you into intense sleep deprivation, when that is the opposite of my Job. And then you saved me and all. Thanks~☆ *poof!*

It's? A fuckin weird day in Gotham. So basically, just Tuesday. They each take a rock and split, dispite Bruce's paranoid "wait, no! We should lock these up and stare at them suspiciously! Unknown magic! I have anxiety!" Twitching. They're gonna go pass out know. Someone call the commissioner and tell him it's safe now.

They get home, crawl out of their uniforms, into their various beds (even Bruce, as bullied and enforced by Alfred) and give no real thought to their new, divinely gifted, Dream Rock. Probably should have. The magic users would have Lost Their SHIT over those rocks. But, Bats? Telling people things? Voluntarily???

LOL.

And? Of too the first genuinely peaceful, guilt free, nightmare free, night of sleep they've had in A WHILE. As the Rocks get a feel for them. What they WANT out of a Good Sleep experience. Is it walking on the beach? Beating up bad guys and saving the day? A night at home? The Dream Stones shuffling through Pleasant Memories and Happy Thoughts looking for material to work off of.

And... huh. They wake up feeling FANTASTIC.

Turns out? When you actually DO get a good night's rest? No tossing or turning, no night terrors or full body clenching of muscles? Your body heals up. You feel better.

Wild.

These rocks are fantastic.

The give it now more thought. Oh sure, they discuss it. Trial period etc. But? It's all just peaceful meadows and seeing loved ones happy. The classics. Expected, really. So they move on. All while the stones are still finishing their Refining.

Eventually? Ding! They're done! They've gotten a full read of their owner! Know EXACTLY what they want. What would make them happy. So, when the Bat's finally hit the hay? They run their REFINED Dream sequence. Dreaming PLUS, if you will.

It's a school night. So Damian, unfairly in his mind, must go to bed first. Though sleep is not the unpleasant thing it once was. Usually filled with fluffy animals. This time? It's different.

He dreams of entering the Batcave. Taller, stronger. The height and frame he is destined to inherit from his father, finally his. The black armor of The Bat adorning him. Timothy is there. Captured, arms bound behind his back, gagged and on his knees, face pressed to the floor. His armor almost artfully destroyed by battle.

He has cat ears and a tail.

Yet this, like every other jarring detail, seems so perfectly natural. Of course he does. Of course Damian is. Nothing is strange to Damian, as he observes the ears pressed back. The whipping, furious defiance of that tail. The low growl that goes with it. Timothy's eyes catching the light. Beautiful and unbreakable.

Damian strides forward.

They back and forth. Word play sharp and cutting. But Damian has WON and they both know it. Timothy fights now only to save face. Enough is enough. Timothy is haughty. Every bit, beautiful and feline.

Damian has his mouth and DARES him to bite him.

Tear apart the ruins of his armor and claims him on the floor. Is he little NOW, Timothy? Can you ignore him still? The game is over. Admit you've lost! Admit it! The pleasure is too much. His Rival thrashing, biting his lip. Trying to hold back. Unable too in the end. Damian wins. Timothy begs. More, more. Please, it is good. More!

Damian...was NOT aware of the root of his need to fight with Tim. Will not know how to face him come morning.

In his Apartment, Dick drags his aching body into bed. It was a shit day. At least his dreams will be nice. He falls asleep. Blinks "awake" with an OOF! As Tim lands on him with a laugh. Is confused but pleased to see him.

Tim clings. Dotes on him. Bringing breakfast, activities just for them, initiating more casual touch then he has in YEARS. Then? When they get back from what feels like the perfect day out? Dick finds himself doing something he would never DARE. Coming up behind that trusting, warm, cute little body. As Tim chatters and puts things away. And slipping his arms around him. Holding him.

Kissing his neck. Slipping his hand down the front of those cute shorts, to start rubbing him through his panties. Get him wet.

Picking him up and bending him over the back of a couch, so he can tug those bottoms down. Eat him out. Make filthy promises to treat his virgin hole just right. Keep him forever. Listen to him whine and feel him squirm, having never been touched like this before.

Dick wouldn't... wouldn't...

But the dream feels so good. Carrying his Timmy to his room, like a lover. Promising to take such good care of him. Fucking him open on his fingers, then his cock. Kissing his face and neck and perfect little tits. Grinding his clit with his thumb as he finds that perfect angle and pounds til Tim has nothing left to give.

Just the two of them against the world. As pretty little family.

Which will make things awkward with Babs, if she wasn't having her own dreams.

Sitting at her computer. Watching Tim writhing and coming apart at the touch of her keystrokes. Making him wear remote controlled toys. Matching them on herself. Lazy days at the Clockwork, with Tim beneath her desk, a fucking machine in him, his desperate mouth on her.

Flashes and scenarios of what she and Dick could DO to him. Watching Dick fuck her boy sloppy. Not letting EITHER of her boys stop until she was satisfied.

Jason getting a classic. Boyfriend shirt and pizza. Railed on his shitty couch as the movie plays. Like lovers. Newlyweds. Coming home and trying to put a baby in Timmers on his fancy ass mattress in a cheap ass frame. Full on mating press, legs basicly to his ears. Timbers begging for it, needy. Taking it like a champion.

And Bruce? Oh he gets silks and his mothers pearls. The suits he wishes he could get Tim to wear, with stockings hidden underneath. Dinner and dancing. Gotham at peace. Tim looking at him with adoration.

Like a Classy Romance from the movies of his youth. Everything rose petals and candle light. Tim TAKING it, dispite how difficult it is for partners to handle him. Everything being tight and slick and hot. Bruce being ruinous in how good he is. No one will ever be able to compare. Tim is his. Just his.

Waking up and nearly yeeting the Dram Stone through the nearest wall.

Tim of course... dream fucks several teammates, a couple Hot Celebrities, and that one GORGEOUS Alien Prince from that one mission when he was like 14. *siiiiiips morning coffee* was an interesting night. Given everyone's thousand yard stare, good to see it wasn't just him who Learned Some Stuff About Themselves last night.

He'll agree not to ask if they don't?

DEAL.

-🐼🐼🐼

everyone but tim grappling with their own existence, morality, and guilt at the breakfast table 😭😭😭

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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mj-iza-writer · 7 months

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SP Special containment part 1. Human Weapons Whumpee

"Hey Bobbie, how are you doing?", Caretaker rounded the corner into the cafeteria.

I'm alright. I just have to go feed my new case, Whumpee, they are like a Tasmanian devil. They fight me so much just to eat, and they have the temper of one as well", Bobbie groaned, "I almost got bit at breakfast."

"Have you tried...", Caretaker started.

"I've tried everything, I'm at the point where I just restrain them now to at least eliminate some fighting", Bobbie frowned, "I feel bad doing it, but I'd be out matched in an instant by them."

"Right they are from the Human Weapons Organization that was raided", Caretaker thought for a minute, "yes those cases are really difficult, I know we have three, the others have been given to other special containment teams."

"I wish I could be taken off Whumpee's care team, they scare me, but it also breaks my heart to know they are trapped in special containment for a reason they had no control over", Bobbie frowned, "I should go though, they are probably hungry, they also threw most of their breakfast at the wall this morning."

"If it's okay, I want to monitor their meal, my last case has left, so I'm a bit bored, and I know you have two currently", Caretaker started to follow.

"Are you sure, they're a handfull", Bobbie grinned.

"I'm always good for an adventure", Caretaker smiled back.

Caretaker watched Bobbie strap Whumpee into a specialty restraint chair.

"They almost look like they black out in the chair and become more aggressive", Caretaker studied, "they almost make a face like soldiers with PTSD make."

One of the guards agreed.

Caretaker watched the struggle begin between Bobbie and Whumpee. It took fifteen minutes for Whumpee to relent enough to eat.

Once Bobbie was out of the room, a guard hit a button to release the restraints on Whumpee.

Whumpee jumped out of the chair and hid under their bed. Caretaker frowned at how scared Whumpee seemed.

Bobbie rounded the corner, "that was brutal, I don't think you want them sir. No offense but they are a lot even for me, your a bit older."

"Did you just call me an old man", Caretaker grinned mischievously, "I want them though, I'm very interested to see if I can help."

Bobbie signed over Whumpee to Caretaker's rouster.

"Pleaseure doing business", Caretaker smiled. He took Whumpee's chart into his office and studied his new case.

"They like cookies", Caretaker laughed, "something so human for a deadly weapon.

It was dinner time, Caretaker hurried to Whumpee's room but made a special trip to a vending machine.

The guards greeted Caretaker, as did Bobbie.

"I wouldn't miss this, I want to see the master at work", Bobbie grinned.

"Do you want us to help strap them in?", a guard turned to Caretaker.

"No that's not necessary, I'm going to try without the straps", Caretaker grabbed the food, "just come running if they lose it on me."

"Yes sir", all the guards answered.

Caretaker stepped to the door, and waited to be buzzed in. They took a deep breath.

"Let's do this", Caretaker entered the room.

Whumpee had taken refuge on their bed, but the moment Caretaker came in, they darted underneath the bed.

"Hey, it's okay Whumpee, I'm a new friend, and I'm going to start taking care of you", Caretaker grabbed the tray of food, and entered the room, "my name is Caretaker."

Whumpee stuck their head out to get a closer look.

Caretaker sat the tray on the table, then took a seat.

"I am working on your time right now, I've got some yummy food, plus", Caretaker reached into his lab coat pocket, "I read that you like cookies, so I thought you would like these "

Whumpee came out fully now and cocked their head to the side. They climbed on top of the bed and sat.

"You aren't strapping me to the chair?", they questioned.

"Do I need to?", Caretaker probed, "I won't strap you down unless you give me no other option. The only times I will strap you down is when we leave your room, that is to keep you and us safe. How does that sound?"

Whumpee thought for a second, then sniffed the air.

"Are you hungry?", Caretaker smiled, "this is for you, and you can have the cookies as well."

Whumpee looked at the tray, "I don't like to be strapped down, it scares me and brings back bad memories."

Caretaker nodded, "I understand. Then as long as you cooperate with me, the only times I will have to strap you into something is when you need to leave this room. Can you agree to work with me?"

Whumpee frowned, "why was I brought here? What are you going to do with me?"

Caretaker frowned, 'this was probably another fear they were having, and it's been making them too anxious to relax', he thought to himself.

"We are part of a specialist organization that holds dangerous individuals and other things. When the establishment you came from was raided, they knew you would be too dangerous for the world. This establishment is going house you, and protect the real world", Caretaker pulled out a cookie and offered it, "you were assigned to the other person, who was going to take care of you. Unfortunately, you made them quite nervous, and they also had one other case to take care of. You were signed over to me, so I will be taking care of you."

Whumpee reluctantly stepped closer and stretched for the cookie. They quickly ran back to their bed to eat it.

Bobbie was outside viewing the entire interaction, one of the guards had to lift up his jaw, because of how far it dropped.

Caretaker smiled at Whumpee, "like I said, I am in here on your time. You can eat this as quickly or slowly as you like, but you are required to eat something."

Whumpee finished the cookie, then looked at Caretaker and then at the bag of cookies.

"You can have another one", Caretaker pulled another cookie out.

Whumpee walked over this time a little less reluctant, and they got a little closer to grab the cookie. They didn't run either, they ate the cookie while eyeing the food.

Caretaker acted as though they didn't notice but was happy when they stepped over to the tray and started picking at things.

Whumpee put some of the food in their mouth, and started to pick up more to eat.

Caretaker smiled as they finally ate willingly.

If this does well, I have more ideas for this storyline. Mj

#whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #whumper #caretaking #sp special containment #human weapon whump #living weapon whumpee

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fallingdownhell · 1 year

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Hi there! I'd like to be called 🍊 anon, pretty please.

May I request Ayato and Kaeya in a poly relationship with a super shy reader that turns into a tomato everytime she gets complimented?

(oh god, all the teasing)

I can most certainly do that, my dear 🍊 - anon<3

God, that sounds like a dream and a total nightmare at the same time. But even so.. you take what you can get, right?

Content: gender neutral reader; lots of teasing; praising; otherwise fluff; slightly suggestive in the end??

Word count: 750 words

Anyway, have fun and enjoy the show!

Oh boy, where to even start with those two...

Honestly, if you were to enter a poly relationship with both Kaeya and Ayato.. you will need nerves of steel, because those two are a handfull

Like, they're already quite demanding and teasing by themselves, but if you three are together in one room?

Well, let's start off easy, shall we?

Since Kaeya and Ayato reside in different nations, and both have highly important jobs and can't just easily be gone for a few weeks on end every so often, you often travel between the two regions

You came to an agreement with your two men, where you would stay with one of them for a few weeks, before traveling back to the other, and then repeat

It sucks, for all three of you, but it is the best solution anyone of you could come up with

It especially sucks for the person how has to be alone for those weeks, only being able to stay in contact through letters, whishing that they could be with you as well

That's how the living situation would be for the most time, but sometimes, either Kaeya or Ayato ARE able to take some much needed time off, so they would accompany you on your way to the other, so the three of you get to be together for the entire time

Now, each of them individually is already a huge tease

Kaeya really likes to get you flustered with just about anything. Doesn't matter if he compliments your looks, your achievements, your cooking, it can be anything

He just loves to see how your cheeks turn red, how you cutely try to hide it from him by turning around, but in doing so showing him your ear and neck, which are just as red as your cheeks

he can't help but chuckle at the cute display. He just has to reach out for you, pulling you close to him so he can whisper more compliments into your ear, making your head spin from all the positive affirmations

Ayato also enjoys teasing you for the same reason. But where Kaeya uses his words to achieve that goal, Ayato likes to tease you more with his touch

He would guide his hand over your body, across your cheeks, down to your neck, where he stays for a while, before wandering down to your waist and then gently letting it rest on your thigh

he does it in such a nonchalant way that you can't help but get flustered at it, while he keeps doing his work

Ayato would mostly do it in private, wanting to keep your beautiful reaction for his eyes only, but sometimes, he has the urge to tease you in public

if you were to attend a meeting with him and he just so happens to get particularly bored with the conversation, don't be too surprised when he suddenly pulls you into his lap, resting his head on your shoulder, while his hands keep you in place

the other attendents would be shocked at the display, at a loss for words, until Ayato urges them to continue, not bothered by it in the slightest, though he has to hold back a smirk with the way you bury your face in your hands, trying to hide your existence

And now you get those two combined

Ayato doing everything in his power to tease you with his touch, while Kaeya's words do nothing to ease the embarrassement you feel, even though their words and actions are so pure

Kaeya could simply be telling you how beautiful you look today in the sunlight, while Ayato agrees with him, gently stroking your back

Worst is, they know exactly the affect they have on you, and they will not hesitate to use it to their advantage

One day, you decided that you wanted to tease them back but when the time for it actually came, you were a stuttering mess, not being able to follow through, but the boys caught on to what you were trying to do

"Oho, little princess trying to tease us back?", Kaeya would say, leaning in close to your face, holding your hands

"We can't have that. That's our job after all, darling", Ayato would whisper in your ear from behind, his breath hitting against your neck

Their preference of teasing you also transfers into the bedroom, but they always leave you more than satisfied, so you can't really complain about it at all

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #poly relationship #poly ship #genshin impact poly #ayato x reader #ayato x you #ayato headcanons #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya headcanons #ayato fluff #kaeya fluff

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tearwolfe · 3 days

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For warrior cats, are the books or graphics novels better?

the graphic novels are way better because they're primarily written by one person instead of a handfull juggling a poorly crafted plot. so characters stay consistent!

however, the graphic novels are like secondary stories, they don't follow the main plotline of the books. they just give insight into other characters! (like graystripe's adventure takes place during his journey in the second series, but it doesn't follow the main plotline in that series).

THOUGH. they ARE working on a graphic novel that covers book one, and it looks REALLY GOOD so far. the primary graphic novel artist for warriors (james l. barry) retired recently, so they've gotten a new team. and they definitely look like they grew up with the series!

#ask #warriors

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mixelation · 9 months

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reborn au musing it's about sasori and minato again

so, this is how i think minakushi works: they mutually fell in love when they were like 12/13. the new oneshot implies they weren't like dating-dating as teens, but kushina generally expected minato to be making time to hang out with her personally, and he was obsessing over ways to take care of her, so. they go through several years of mutually mooning over each other, start dating in their late teens, and then get married super young.

in other words, neither of them have even considered dating other people.

and i think kushina might be.... like, she doesn't regret it, but it does occur to her at some point that maybe it would have helped them both as individual people to have at least explored their feelings and preferences with other people. like, they have have both just been mutually obsessed with each for so long, it's hard for both of them to consider their own identities without the other. this isn't necessarily a bad thing-- it's normal for your childhood friend turned spouse to be an integral part of who you are!-- and obviously their relationship is good and they're both well-adjusted people with a happy home life. but she does kind of wonder sometimes.....

so around her mid-twenties kushina does sometimes consider talking to minato about an open relationship. however, she knows that he might do this thing he does to her sometimes where he agrees to something he doesn't like to make her happy, and then he gets Weird about it. they've talked about how he does it, and he's aware of it and working on it, but kushina is pretty sure if she even brings it up he'll get Weird on her.

(kushina is having visions of her going on a date with someone and then they come home and the goddamn yellow flash is on their couch but then he just. cries)

then minato has a horrible realization he thinks sasori of the red sand, of all people, is hot. and he gets so upset about it, because is this CHEATING??? and kushina is like. holy SHIT i should have talked to him about this years ago. like she kind of assumed minato at least privately had thoughts like "oh, this actress is hot" or "man katsuki's arms look nice in those guards" like.... like most people do??? but no. he's just had kushina vision this whole time

kushina: it's very sweet. however. also. you are a moron

so she wants to bring up the open relationship idea again, but also just thinking about sasori makes minato tear up. so she's like okay. you need to explore these feelings. please try engaging in fiction with the idea that it's there for you to explore feelings without actually involving yourself in the thing. it's not disloyalty to me to ideally fantasize about being the POV character fictional!sasori is seducing in this weird light novel tori has

and actually it's NOT fair to kushina she has to manage minato's weird emotional turmoil like this. so she's like. fuck. minato, what if we asked sasori to date us?

i have not yet decided how sasori would respond to this proposition. i'm toying with the idea that kushina HAS bumped into sasori a handfull of times because she follows up potential leads of Uzumaki diaspora from Jiraiya, and a lot of them just turn out to be Sasori (red hair + witnessed using seals). i don't think he'd like kushina's personality much, but i think he'd want minato for his body and he'd be intrigued by the idea of easy access to team 4.

team 4 of course would all lose their minds in completely different ways

#reborn au #me: yeah let's just pitch WILD CRACK #this is would be horrible for international politics btw #also i don't think they'd let him meet naruto LMAO

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ladystardust-thinks · 9 months

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soul of a woman was created below - w.r.

pairing: Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're strong, seductive and intimidating and Warren finds that very, very, hot.

word count: 2.4k

Tags/Warnings: She/Her pronouns, use of Y/N, oc's (reader's bandmates), reader being an absolute badass tease, bassist reader, there is a mention of Eddie and Warren being -not- discreet and checking the reader out, spice no smut, Karen and Eddie teasing Warren, smoking, drinking, reader feels like a good lana del rey song but looks like a hot 'I am the woman' Led Zeppelin song (hence the tittle), a lot of swearing, deeply inspired by a you can be the boss lyric, mention of reader's outfit. I think that's about it

Warren Rojas (Drummer, The Six):

That woman. [sighs] They say women 'play' hard to get, she didn't play anything. Can't do a lot when you can't manage to get a word out when you see her. [chuckles]

Eddie Roundtree (Bassist, The Six):

Of course I remember her, I heard so much about her in the time span of 2 months I think she still haunts my dreams sometimes. Warren was head over heels for sure, I think he still is. [grins] I was the reason they got together in the first place.

***

KINGS OF DUST, the next big rock 'n' roll stars?

Her fingers brushed over the fresh ink of the tabloid, as she grimaced. She felt her her ears buzz listening to James mocking the paper's columnist with a shrieking voice.

"Are those newcomers, with the big attitude and a whole lot of talent to give, going to kick The Six off their throne? Does the good old McNasties band we all know and love feel threatened? Well Billy Dunne sure doesn't as he claims that he 'isn't scared of glam posers and cheap Zeppelin copies' and the sarcastic remarks reffering to him on James Madden's Rolling Stone interview did not help his rage at all. What bullshit! Little Mr. Lover Boy thinks he can just insult us like that just because his mellow, mediocre songs, that all sound the fucking same, hit some of the charts!"

"They aren't even anything special! Their name isn't original it's like the sex or something, very shallow, and they definitely are the posers of the situation, they do it for the fame and the chicks, we do it for the music!" James whined, dragging the 'u' in 'music' and throwing the paper on the couch.

"The Six" Y/N corrected her friend and drummer. She walked over to the leather jacket she wore in last night's gig, reaching in it's pocket for her cigarettes. "And they're pretty good, well their lead is an ass, for sure, but still pretty damn good." She added, lighting one of her cigarettes with her heavy, carved, zippo.

"Whatever! I don't like them!" The drummer exclaimed like a child.

"What's with the yelling? It's 9 a.m., you fuckers." Matt came in the kitchen, his words slurred as he was still hang over from last night's events.

He grabbed a handfull of cereal and stuffed his mouth, munching noisily on it while motioning to James so he can give him the paper. "What does he mean posers, he is the poser! That motherfucker!" He yelled gulping down his cereal.

"Who does he think he is? I mean just because he's got a couple of good singles he thinks he can screw our reputation up because he is scared!?" He now screamed full of fury. "Apparently so." Y/N answers his rhetorical question, with a sarcastic smile. "Where is Dave?" he asked, she shrugged, frowning. "Oh so you can't answer that one!" He runs off to the guitarist's room and James looks at the bassist with a look that screams 'I told you so'. Y/N rolls her eyes and she can hear the tempered singer bang on Dave's door.

They come back to the kitchen together, Dave picks up a mug and fills it up with some coffee as he sits down, scratches and marks visible around his neck and back. "What?" he asks, his tone revealing his annoyance. "That." James is quick to say pushing the newspaper towards him. "Who the fuck is 'Billy Dunne'? What do you want me to do?" He exclaims with his grainy morning voice. "Y/N are not saying anything about this shit?" He turns to the girl, hoping she would help with his friend's delusions. "Sorry." She said not really feeling bad that she couldn't do anything.

"Look man. We got a gig tonight and all of us in here, except for Muffin who's got weirdly a lot of energy for 9 a.m., have a hangover so just tell me what the fuck do you want me to do?"

Muffin was what they called James, he was the youngest of the four, the softest of the four and the only one that, as you can understand, was really energetic. He also seemed like he never stopped smiling. So, Muffin.

"You know what? fuck it. I don't want you to do anything I just thought you guys would care about the dignity of our band!" Matt stormed in his room, his door made a loud bang as he kicked it closed.

***

They were just finished with the gig, the guys were partying inside the dirty bar as Y/N was outside, trying to smoke. She reached in her pocket, searching for her zippo. She exclaimed a curse, disappointed. She thought she must have forgotten it at the kitchen counter this morning. Her eyes scanned around the street for someone who she could ask for a lighter from. Her gaze paused, falling on a curly haired man not too far away from her, smoking.

"Y' think you got a light for me?" She asked looking at him, smirking. "Oh, yeah sure." The man reached for his lighter, it wasn't as perfect as her good old zippo but it would do. He leaned in to the cigarette in her mouth and covered the flame with his palm. She was looking at him straight in the eye, smiling throughout the whole process. She could feel him leaving a shaky breath as he moved away from her. "Thanks pretty boy..." She took the cigarette out of her mouth, allowing the smoke to be visible through her mouth and nose. "Anything for a pretty girl..." He complimented her back. She turned her back to him, walking back in the bar and winking at him over her shoulder. He shook his head with a chuckle "Oh c'mon man..." he said quietly, putting off his own ciggarete. He also ran back inside the bar.

***

"I'm telling you man, out of this fucking world! She's got those huge sudective eyes and she knows how to bat her eyelashes just the way to scratch my brain in all the right places for sure, because if she asked me to jump off a cliff, I'd do it. And I mean, I didn't wanna make it sexual but dude if she screams sex-appeal.

I wanna see her smirk like that on top of me the next time I see her."

Warren describes the woman to Eddie who thinks his friend is just overreacting. "Alright then where is she?" He asks the drummer. "Huh?" He says, distracted looking for her around the bar. "Where is she? You said she came back in here."

Warren grabbed Eddie's arm, when he finally spotted her, extending his pointer finger and lining it towards the young woman's position. "There..." Warren whispers, thrilled to see her dreamy face again. His eyes fall to her attire, which wasn't visible before, as it was hidden behind her large leather jacket. Her denim butterfly top, tied around her neck and revealed her bare back. Her low waist bell-bottom jeans were wide towards her knees and tighter higher, towards her waist, giving Warren a great view of her thighs and the red stars on the back of her pants.

"Boys!" Two fingers snapped right in front of their faces. Eddie woke up from his haze to see Karen, her arms crossed like a disappointed mother. "Would you like a tissue?" The woman asked the only person who had his interest on her as Warren was still concentrating on the beautiful mystery woman before him with his mouth agape.

"What?" Eddie asked Karen. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "To wipe the drool of your faces...f' God's sake." She sighed leaving the two men alone again.

Eddie hit Warren in the back of his head. "C'mon wake up." he said. "Huh? I'm awake." Warren moaned, scratching the back of his head in pain. "No. No. You were basically sleeping with your eyes open."

"She hypnotized you. She is a witch." he says, with so much confidence, one would expect he doesn't hear his own words. "What? No she's not you idiot." Warren disagrees as he laughs at his friend's assumption.

***

"Matt, Y/N! Darlings! Come with me! I've got someone for you to meet."

Their friend Steve said dragging them to the booth where the one and only Billy Dunne sitted with his brother and his keyboardist.

Y/N wasn't very happy about the whole situation. She had two irritable singers that had a problem with each other on the same table. The guitarist and the keyboardist whose names she learned were Karen and Graham had snuck off to do god knows what and she was left bored out of her mind while Billy and Matt talked business.

Until sooner or later she saw her saviour on a white horse, he was gonna save her of absolute, boredom. He was with this other guy too, but that's besides point. The curly haired man from earlier. He was approaching the table. It was her chance to have some fun, all she did all night was hold Matt down so he wouldn't kill Billy.

Y/N Y/L/N-Rojas (Bassist, 'Kings of Dust'):

I'm glad he made a move that day. It was a fun night... [laughs]

Warren:

Yeah, right. [scoffs]

If it weren't for Eddie I'd still be in the bathroom of that bar having a full on panic attack.

But she doesn't need to know that.

Y/N Y/L/N-Rojas:

Of course I knew...but I had fun with it. You don't have such man on his knees for you, holding his broken ego, every day. Well I did but you get what I mean.

And she just seated there. Her legs crossed, looking like a good action movie soundtrack. She made him go crazy and she knew it. She was enjoying it.

Eddie took the spot next to Matt on the booth before Warren could, leaving him sit on the other end, next to her. She let the smoke of her cigarette out, looking over at him with a smirk.

"Hey, lighter buddy." She said slowly, a smile growing on her face, he was staring at the way her lips moved softly the whole time, thinking how rough they could be on his, imagining the colour of her lipstick all over him.

"Hey...I see, you found a lighter though." He says, nervous, you'd think someone was pulling the words out of his throat forcefully. "Yeah.." She smiled.

"I was stupid, really, it was just on the table I was sitting before."

With four people on the small couch booth they were really physically close and that killed Warren. Smelling the smoke and liqour on her, he thought he'd die any second now. Somebody had to pinch him before he could get used to this dream.

Her heel stroked his leg under his wide pair of jeans and she really thought she heard him gulp. She suddenly got right off of him. Leaving him confused when she reached for her cigarettes on the table. "I think I'll get out of here." She said now grabbing a cigarette out of the mat, black, leather cigarette case. She extended it over to him and looked at him."I have cigs, thank you." he said looking between her and the item in her hand. She bends over to him. "Well you don't have this one. Do what you want with it, your choice." He could feel her breath on his neck as she spoke while she carefully placed the slim filter on his lips.

They where lightly parted as he admired her. She tapped on his cheek twice with the palm of her hand then grabbed her jacket and left as soon as the conversation between the two singers got heated.

Warren looked up, the cigarette still in his mouth as he whispered "Fuck." He took it in his hands, coming out of the daze she put him in, there was a number of it. He looked at the number on the white paper of the Malboro. He shook his head, putting the cig back on his lips and leaving the bar. He had to go home and call her.

Eddie watched him as he speeded out the door and chuckled.

Eddie: Especially after the band, Warren was a ladies man. Always flirty, always witty, so much you'd think it was just his regular attitude. He was never nervous around women before so it was really amusing getting to see the situation.

Warren sat on the balcony of the band's house in Canyon, rolling the cigarette around his hands, fidgeting.

Eventually he got inside the house getting the phone and balancing the receiver between his head and shoulder while he pressed the number in.

The buzzing sound of the phone filled his ears as he lighted the cigarette and took a puff of it. "Hello?" he heard her voice ring through the telephone. His eyes widened, not expecting her to pick up. He took the cigarette out his mouth as soon as he heard her.

"Uh, Hey! Hi. I'm Warren." He said squeezing his eyes shut once he realized she doesn't know his name because he never told her. "Oh, Warren. From the bar right? Dunne's drummer." She said and giggled.

He was shocked she knew his name. She managed to learn everything about him in a single night and they hardly even talked. "Yup, thats me. Uh, you gave me your number. So I just thought I'd-" He was interrupted by the woman. "You thought right...So, got any other plans for tonight?" She asked and he believed she was joking. She had to be. He thought. There is no way she fell for his stuttering and his anxious antics. "I... never got the chance to catch your name." He breathed out, waiting to hear it.

"Y/N. I play bass for Kings Of Dust."

***

Her outfit hadn't changed since the last time he saw her.

Her eyeliner smudged under her eyes and her vibrant lipstick was now slightly faded. It was admirable, how you could never catch her looking down, she'd walk in a place she hadn't ever been before like she owned it, her chin always high and she always looked around, not in amusement, more like she was taking the place in.

She saluted him and sitted in the barstool next to his.

The bar was quiet in comparison to the one they were before with all their friends.

His mind wandered having all the thoughts it shouldn't.

Billy would probably kill him but it's worth it.

Any feedback, is good feedback!! I wanna read your thoughts. Have a gorgeous day. Mwah!

-Shad

#daisy jones and the six #warren rojas x reader #djats #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas #eddie roundtree #warren rojas x fem!reader #warren rojas x bassist!reader #edit: If you're reading this you're the chosen one #bonus scene i just thought of #later smut: warren holding reader with his hands under her thighs (cuz he is a leg guy and a bimbo) and pushing her #sticking her on a wall #or a door #preferably door #idk thats just the vision #there's this voices in my head telling me I should probably go to sleep and these voices telling me i should probably write shameless smut #specifically for Warren #really cant stand those voices #sometimes they fight and stuff and it's really tiring.#should i write a lazy fluffy morning fic w karen??#I have a request for Karen #i love her sm #physically hurts my heart.#pacifically for warren (if you're an agggtm fan u get it)#idk that just came into my head.#bc i saw the word specific

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mxboxlocks · 3 months

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Could we possibly get a Engineer x Questioning System!Reader? /nf

GRINS INSANELY

reader is gender neutral and autistic!

warning for system loathing language at first, and unprocessed ableism. this gets worked through quickly and it doesn't linger for too long!

Y/N = your name

"Ah'm no psychologist," Dell says, lowering his reading glasses as he sits up in his recliner. "But Ah'm pretty sure that's not normal."

"I know!" You wheeze, face flushed with worry. Your frantic movements almost resemble stimming. You squeeze your eyes shut. "I don't know what to do! I feel like- I feel like-"

Dell glances down at his book. "Like someone else?"

"Yes!! I'm not- I don't feel like me, I don't feel like Y/N right now. I don't know who I am."

"Slow down," Dell purrs softly, getting up and offering you his seat as he removes his glasses. You quickly shuffle into the recliner, the ghostly warmth of his body permeating the leather and wrapping you in a hug. "Start from the top. What made ya feel like this?"

"I just... spaced out."

"Y'think it was anythin' else?"

"I don't remember-... W-Wait, yeah," You start, fuzzy memories pooling around you like fog. "I had... I had a meltdown. A really bad one."

"Explains the red." Dell mumbles, putting his hand to your face. "An' Ah'm guessin' you couldn't come 'n get me 'fore it got worse."

"Yeah." You whimper, leaning into his touch. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't, sugar." He hushes you. "Don't even worry about it. Let's focus on what we can fix."

"I feel dizzy. Is that normal?"

"Could be dehydrated-..."

"Oh God, I hear someone talking. It's not me."

"Y/N." Dell calls your body's name sternly, but not startlingly, and holds your hands to ease their shaking - they were shaking? When did that start? "Breathe, hun. Ah've known people with a lot bigger brain problems than voices in their head."

You're baffled at this statement. How could anything be worse than this? The statement is so strange to you that it forces you to ground yourself back into the chair - oh. That was the plan, wasn't it?

You hear a murmur inside your head, as a swirling feeling stirrs at the top of your head, near your scalp. Oh, he's good, the voice says, indistinct. It almost feels like a passing thought. I know, right? You off-handedly respond. It's not... an unfriendly presence. In fact, it feels like its been there for years.

"You have?" You ask.

"You've met Medic, sweetheart." He leans on a hip. "Of course Ah have."

You giggle softly. This Medic character seems like a handfull, comes the voice again. Yeah, you reply, typically he's rummaging around in corpses for fun.

Appalling. The voice seemingly turns its direction.

"Ya talkin to eachother?" Dell snaps you out of your daze.

"Yeah." You say, softly. "They're... nice. So far. It's just scary."

"Ah imagine so." He takes your hand aguain. "Can't be easy havin' roommates up there in yer noggin. But... Hey, whatever happens sugarcube, whatever ends up comin'a this, know Ah'm gonna be right by yer side."

"I wouldn't blame you if-"

"Nonsense." He cuts you off. "It's not like yer askin' me ta share ya. An' even then, that might not be so bad either. Ah've been in throuples before, it ain't so bad once ya get the hang of it."

Is that a proposition? Well, he is rather cute.

Hush. That's my man.

Well your man just proposed a polycule...

"Anyways..." He chuckles. "Ah love ya. Maybe... Maybe Ah'll borrow some books from the library soon an' we can both figure this out. Together. Okay?"

"...Okay."

"Now c'mon. Let's getcha some water."

#box's lockbox #tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 fanart #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 x you #tf2 x reader #tf2 engineer #engineer x reader #questioning system #questioning system!reader

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alarrytale · 6 months

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I always find it both irritating and kind of amazing that louis' image seems to work for some people. The idea that this flamboyant theater kid has fooled so many people makes me giggle because this rough, laddy boy image has been his greatest part ever. This is a boy who openly describes himself as soft and flamboyant in 2012, and while he doesn't do it openly anymore all we have to do is see him drunk and the flamboyance comes back, in his reactions, his gesturing and dancing. The softness we see as well, all the time. From how he interacts with his family and any young fans, even conchobar. To his love of flowers and making floral arrangements which we have seen in interviews in like 2017 for loose women and when fans give him daffodils, which we know are his favorite.

While I know images are meant to work effectively make people see louis as a laddy boy but he's been cracking it since it's installment. He was cracking the facade during 1D and continously does so.

I also remember his love for interior design too where Harry in the same house as louis 2017 or 2018 loose women interview basically stated that he didn't design the interior but it was his house, my inferences being it was louis. I also remember older Larry moments and receipts talking about louis and Harry going to private museum/gallery showings and buying boxes at theater showings but those are from wayback.

Louis image has been pretty good in hiding him but it was cracked long ago and keeps being cracked. We don't really know what he's up to on breaks, he's gone with the wind and we only see him in pubs when we are supposed to see him.

I love you, anon! Hard same! I don't understand how they're fooled either, but maybe they don't know the more carefree, less restricted and to me at least more real Louis we got to see in the earlier 1d years? This dude used to make the other 1d boys wait while he got pedicures. He follows a handfull of interior design igs. He used to buy Harry art for his birthdays or Christmas. He's into vintage, we knew that before, but now we only get to see it through his clothing. He's so much more than his image and yes it's irritating when you see fans or others buying into it, or even worse when you see people liking his current image. Couldn’t be me.

#louis image #fandom

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jaijaitbinks · 1 year

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I'm fixating.

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Genos had never seen anything so beautiful.

As the gore and blood of shape-altering beast rained from the sky, tainting the streets and buildings in an ugly crimson, Saitama remained the center of attention—the sun in they sky. His golden wings, spread out wide in the air as he flew, shined like pure, untouched treasure. The power of each flap creating a breeze that reached the cyborg. He looked like a cross between an angel, gorgeous and bright and oh so elegant, and a demon, serious and powerful and unashamed. There was no doubt in the way he flew, no disgust in the glint of golden feathers.

Coming down, monster blood dripping off his wings like rain on a car, Saitama didn't look at anyone. He stared at what remained of the shape-shifting beast, even as he flapped his wings hard to completely rid them of the red—which, even as gross as it was, the color accented the gold of his wings incredibly well. The few civillians that were around, including the one he saved, watched him with rapt attention, like critics to a new film. Slack-jawed and in awe, not minding the powerful gust of wind he caused or the blood that got on them. A handfull of heroes who had arrived to the scene not even two minutes ago eyed him just as critically and amazed. Saitama met no one's eyes.

Genos' own wings, one partially broken, curled up behind him as he came closer, hands outstretching to Saitama without much thought. For a moment, when Saitama senses Genos coming nearer, his wings involentarily draw up—a sign of defensiveness. The cyborg held off from touching him then, alarmed and disconcerted, before Saitama's wings ease and droop, hanging low to the ground. It's then that Genos lets his hands take Saitama gentle by the arms, his biceps. When Saitama looks at him, confusion worrying his brows, Genos simply looks back.

"You're gorgeous..."

He says it in a mystified, breathless tone that makes Saitama flush. His eyes go wide and, for a split moment, the sun makes his eyes gleam gold, too.

Then, he scoffs bitterly.

"You're delusional," he huffs, but his tone doesn't match with what he means. He says it like he's underlyingly insulting himself.

Genos almost feels insulted by his words. "I'm not. Everyone seems to think you're gorgeous, too." He gestures around to the people who observed them with bewilderment, wondering what they're doing, what they're saying. Saitama only spares a glance before he's blushing harder and a wing comes up to shield him from prying eyes, blocking their view.

"They think my wings are gorgeous, not me," he says. Part of the cyborg couldn't take him seriously with him blushing like that, red nearly up to the ears, but he still listened. "You... I don't understand you. I'm not gorgeous. At all." He huffs out, almost ashamed: "They don't even suit me."

That was a lie. That was the largest lie he's ever heard in his whole life. Prosperity, wealth, and success fit who he was, what he has perfectly. While not in the literal sense, it suits his character. He's rich in wisdom, in compassion, in strength, in beauty—within and out. His prestige is undeniable. There's a reason the cyborg was his disciple, willing to follow him to the ends of the universe. There's a reason people like Fubuki began shifting their views of not only Saitama and the world, but themselves. There's a reason why people like King and Mumen Rider find themselves befriending the one-punch hero. The impact he has on the entire world in undeniable.

His wings suit him impeccably.

"They do." His hands drift down, sliding along his arms. And although he would love to relish in the shiver that shook Saitama's body, up to his winds, he kept himself steady. Easily, Saitama allows Genos to hold his hands. "Their symbolism doesn't have to be literal."

His mouth draws thin and curves, an unsure frown clear. "It still doesn't suit me. I hate them. They're so... people always think they're beautiful when all they do is lie about who or what I am."

"Prosperous? Influential? Compassionate?" He lists, smiling softly. "Does that not sound like you?"

"No," he says, immediate. "No, it doesn't."

"You don't think you're prosperous?" He prods. He doesn't realize his winds have come up, stretching upwards in a display of protection. And attraction. Saitama notices, tries his best not to gawk or blush, and keeps his eyes firmly locked on his disciple. He can hear that more people were coming over, and he knew they could see Genos' blatant display of courtship.

"I-I..." he looks at their hands, his cupped within Genos'. He goes quiet, because although he does think so, watching Genos' wings flex and curl the way it is right now is making him believe that he is. He feels like he's gaining something so precious.

The cyborg comes closer, making Saitama curl his wings to better accomodate the ones of steel and titanium.

"You don't believe you've impacted my life? Or the lives of your friends? The lives of everyone on Earth?"

Again, Saitama wants to say yes, he doesn't believe it. But this? This interaction, his wings—it's clear that he has, even if he doesn't understand why. And when he does think about it, even if he doesn't believe he has on a more emotional or mental, he has saved lives, including the ones of his friends. So once again, Genos is right.

His warm metal hands, plush with silicone palms but strong—holding much more power than Genos seems to realize, make the bald man wang to hide. He wishes they weren't acting like this so publicly. Weren't talking like this so openly.

"You don't believe you're intelligent?" He asks. "Or compassionate? Generous?"

Saitama feels overwhelmed, bombarded with so much. His own feelings, Genos'. He's starting to believe what Genos says, because Genos was the one saying it. And maybe it's the hope talking, maybe the fact Genos knew how to persuade him, maybe his act of courtship was still distracting him, but he's believing him.

He doesn't realize his own golden wings rise and curl to reciprocate. Genos does.

"I... don't know, anymore," he admits softly, quietly.

Genos continues to look at him with such emotion it becomes hard for Saitama to maintain eye contact. A hand leaves Saitama's, reaches past him. Instinctually, his wings lower.

"May I?" He asks softly, and if Saitama hadn't been reeling before, he sure as hell was now. Genos wanted him, he figured that out. But Genos wants him now, care for people seeing them a concern lost to the wind. He can't bear it anymore, and ducks into Genos' neck to hide. He doesn't say it outloud, instead squeezes the hands his own turn to intertwine with. The cyborg takes that as his consent and cards his fingers through delightfully soft feathers, melting against Saitama when a flustered whimper leaves him.

"You're gorgeous, sensei."

#Im losing my mind #one punch man #opm #saitama #genos #saigenos #genosai #opm au #one punch man au #au

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quickreaver · 9 months

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hi, friend.

i come in peace 😁

i think you're missing the truth of the matter.

and the truth is: they are like five people.

this perceived war among factions of the fandom is between just a handfull of old people who have been in this fandom since 2005 and thats why they feel so entitled.

both factions have done terrible things and treated people like trash. both factions have badmouthed members of the cast and in occasions were rude directly to the face of actors.

the mistake here is to assume that every single destiel shipper is batshit crazy, or that every single Jared and only J2 fan is racist and homophobic.

because that's not the case.

i've been in this fandom for 8 years, and not once have i ever paid money to anyone in exchange to having acces to supossed inside info.

neither have the people i've been interacting with.

it's just a matter of comon sense, and to treat people like people.

be careful with who you follow and who you listen to. because i can assure you that both factions are full of shit one way or another.

This is an odd comment. I have to assume it's in response to my observations about the 4 or 5 different cult-like groups that have sprung up in the SPN fandom since I've been in it, which, looking at my Livejournal, was 2009. (And I'm sure I've not noted all of the groups, but these are the ones that have gotten in front of my eyes.) My post wasn't about bad fans on both sides. We know, statistically, that there are. Because people do people things. We're mean little creatures. It was about my curiosity over how the biggest, most self-eating parasocial groups have primarily consisted of (and have been taking advantage of) Destiel shippers, and why that might be occurring. This sort of narcissistic, disrespectful behavior seems especially brutal, given that they're doing it to their very own "friends". Your experiences with fandom, nonny, do not represent everyone's. Nor do they mean that the groups I was referring to don't exist. Congrats to you for not having been suckered by the manipulators. Give yourself a cookie. I get one too, because I've never been this gullible and desperate either. But the cold hard fact is that these people do exist, they did bully, manipulate and take advantage of their fellow shippers, they demanded certain hateful behaviors in order to stay within the sacred circle, and it really do be like that sometimes.

#hope this clarifies my position #now let's all go have cookies #spn wank #one of the many destiel dilemmas #spn fandom meta

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redmirrorshard · 11 months

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A hello to you!✨

So, this is a little series I've been wanting to do. I'm gonna call it 'A handful of Headcannons'. To start us off, make way for Cay-Cay! ♦️

-a handfull of head headcannons-

♦️-𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 -♦️

° He has many freckles and likes them

° He is actually unironically partially popular on Magicam for his snaggle tooth

° He found out he plays the same otome game as Idia. They immediately exchanged friend codes

° Has an unlikely friendship with Idia. When they're not gaming (Cater likes life sims and fantasy RPGs mostly (cough escapism cough)) they are exchanging memes or talking about cats

° He has a really good singing voice but is self conscious about it

° He had a red DSI and mostly played Super Princess Peach, despite disliking cute things(he liked being able to use yucky emotions to do good, even if it is virtually. Helped a lot as a kid.) He later got a red 3ds Xl and mostly played nintendogs.

° He likes to watch kdramas

° He listens to kpop

° He actually likes anime. Mostly watches romance, but also enjoys slice of life (he imagines himself having a normal childhood) and mystery. He really enjoys Hyoka

° He is pretty good with all things photography and filming. (Duh). He can also edit videos pretty well and makes edits for his favourite characters under another name.

° He wants to go into photography and film, but will likely be forced into finance of business by his mother

-♦️-

And that's all I have for now folks! I may expand on these later,but for now I just wanted to get these out there. I must spread the Cater love agenda! ♦️🫶

Thanks for reading! Toodles!

~shard

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcannons #a handful of headcanonns #shard writes #stan cater #cater diamond #heartslabyul

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thehomothings · 1 year

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♦️ for Wing and Kite!

My god what have you done /pos

This will be shamelessly long.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Wing repeatedly cleans his glasses when he's nervous and adjusts them when even when he doesn't need to. He leaves his shirt half-tucked more on purpose rather than forgetting, but plays aloof about it.

Books don't survive his care- which is ironic because he has made a hobby of collecting old and antiquated books. He dog ears them, absent mindedly uses them as coasters, etc. Absolutely drives Kite mad, which in turn pushes him to learn bookbinding and how to repair damaged books. It becomes their collective hobby, visiting second hand shops and walking out with handfulls of books on the verge of falling apart, Kite patching them up carefully and patiently while Wing watches.

Kite never sits on chairs properly. He either sits criss cross or tucks one knee under his chin, most of the time straight up sits on the table/counter. If he lives to be an elder he'll regret this fact.

Of course, Kite has a special interest in weaponry- not just using them, but how they're made, how they've evolved through ages, etc. He loves visiting museums and rambling on about the exhibited items, but almost every single time gets thrown out because he tries something daft like trying to juggle with antique 12th century daggers.

He can throw knives pretty accurately and regrets not making it one of Crazy Slots' rolls.

Wing cannot wake up before noon. He can conk out for 15 hours and still if someone wakes him up before noon he'll bite. And also don't attempt to speak to him before he has had his coffee.

Despite being a professional athlete he doesn't like to "exercise" the typical way, or at least whatever the weird yoga/stretch routine Kite insists on doing in rooms that are too small for his limbs. The man balances on his head for fun.

Wing can dance pretty decently because Bisky forced him to learn. Kite on the other hand has two left feet and will cause injuries if he attempts to do so.

Kite loves drawing; mostly sketching still lives of flora and fauna. He sometimes sketches people as well, but never shows them to anyone.

He pierced his own ears as a teenager and loved having them until Ging made an off-handed remark about how once he saw someone's earlobe being ripped off during a battle by their earring. Kite took them out afterwards.

Wing had long hair as a child (TRANSGENDER) and he's really skilled at different types of braids. He will forcibly sit Kite down and style his hair.

Wing is afraid of planes and airships. Kite never learned to drive or ride a bike.

When he doesn't have to work, Kite loves wearing nailpolish, but as soon as a corner chips off he will peel off the rest by force.

Wing is deeply afraid of spiders and occasionally punches through walls trying to squish them. Kite does his best to rescue them.

When Kite sleeps alone he needs 3 extra blankets because he's always cold. He actively hates snow, unless he can stay insides and just watch it. Wing on the other hand grew up in a warmer climate and gets unreasonably excited about snow.

Wing is so prone to misplacing his hunter license that it stresses everybody else out. Kite doesn't part with his license even in his sleep.

After passing the hunter exam Wing enrolled in college for two semesters and dropped out to become a marital arts instructor.

Kite secretly wants to return to Whale island and maybe possibly live there. His ideal living situation would be somewhere warm and sunny, with several dogs and a personal garden.

He learned sewing to mend his clothes as a child and continued it into adulthood. He makes most his clothes himself.

The newsboy cap-other than having sentimental value- helps him from being sensory overloaded and spares his nose from being sunburned.

Wing knocks doors with his cane when he needs to use it. Bisky chides him about it every time.

Kite doesn't drink because he's a lightweight. Wing doesn't drink because it's physically impossible for him to get drunk.

Wing secretly doesn't like how the hunter association runs things. Kite is very vocal about it and the dirty politics behind the curtains.

Wing's very shameful secret is that he likes writing gay poetry. Very badly.

Kite's accent is impossible to place and he's multilingual.

Despite being not good at chess himself, Wing enjoys following professional chess matches.

For a game that mostly relies on chance, Kite is eerily good at backgammon, evil rivalling the one who taught him (Ging).

Despite learning swimming quite late at life, Kite is very good at it. He can hold his breath under water for about 15 minutes.

Wing doesn't like to swim, thank you very much.

As a teenager, Wing was a bookie for an underground fight club, for the sheer thrill of watching the battles (and secretly wanting to participate).

Kite prefers long skirts to pants.

Rice, instant noodles and eggs are about the only things Wing can manage to cook without causing chaos and general calamity.

.....and i should stop even tho i can keep going. Ty for the ask it was so much fun to rotate these two in the brain again.

#good lord how. do i have so many thoughts #i have never thought about anything else in my life like this ever #headcanon dump #kite hxh #wing hxh #icarus rambles #maaan so many grammatical errors #ik sleepy tho wont fix them sorry

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