#he has helped me through alot of rough times

[stoned-eren]

PLEASE. look at my silly friend. i take him everywhere with me

#.txt #cherished soul #he has helped me through alot of rough times #but simultaneously made everything worse #i love him so much though #i get alot of compliments abt him from other alt ppl #hehe #also hand reveal??? 👉👈

[constantmourning]

Hey i don't know if you take requests but I saw your x reader fic on buggy and I just had to ask if you could do one for a plus sized reader who's a Lil (alot) insecure about her figure? Like stretchmarks and all???

Do what you want with that information I just think it'll be cute.

Insecure

[Buggy x Plus Size!Fem!Reader]

Summary: Every time Buggy gets close to you, and kisses get too heated, you run. You decide to ask for some advice, but things don't go to plan.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mentions of being marked up, biting, bruising, sweet but rough Buggy, hints that reader is inexperienced, insecure!reader, buggy calling you baby, not beta'd (Im Sorry)

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST MY DEAR!! It was my birfday when i started writing this... I literally wanted to post this for my birthday but a day late isnt too bad. ANYWAY! If you want a part two with the actual smut?? LET ME KNOW PLEASE!! I love smut and wanna ride buggy so bad sfnsjf (P.s. the way buggy says baby literally has got me in a chokehold)

“Alvida…?” You asked as you approached the pirate, who looked like she definitely was not feeling whatever it was you were putting off. She hummed at you and you continued, “I need advice.”

She immediately perked up. “You’re coming to me for advice? Why not your beloved, Buggy?”

You call a man beloved one time and no one will let you live that shit down. You inhaled sharply through your nose. “Because, I don’t want to ask him.”

“Okay…” Alvida watched you, and motioned for you to sit in front of her. You pulled a chair up and folded your arms on the table. “What could I possibly help you with?”

You scrunched your face and Alvida snorted at you. “Look, I’ve been feeling, uh… Not good. And you’re my friend!” Alvida snorted again. “Okay, acquaintance, whatever! Anyway!” You snapped, causing Alvida to scrunch her face. "You’re so confident! And, I just wanna be like you… I wanna be confident too.”

“Did someone say something to you? About how you look?” Alvida narrowed her eyes. “I will kill them.”

Your eyes widened, “No!” You put your hands up. “No. I was just curious, about how nothing seems to phase you. I wanna be that way. But I’m not. I don’t like the way my tummy looks sometimes-”

“Tummy?” Alvida smiled before she saw you pout. “Continue…”

“Yeah, tummy! I don’t like my rolls, or the stretch marks on my arms, legs, stomach.” You wanted to throw something at her when she gave you a blank stare. She looked back down at her drink and you were about to snatch it from but she finally responded to you.

“I think you should talk about that with your beloved.” Alvida’s mouth popped the ‘b’ in beloved and she took a sip. “Anyways,” She smiled at you, "he’s probably listening right now.”

Your stomach dropped. You forgot he could do that; listen in or watch you whenever he wanted. You groaned, wanting to chug the nearest bottle of liquor. You threw yourself onto the table and made the ugliest guttural noise you could muster. Earning you a confused and disgusted look from Alvida.

You heard someone clear their throat and you turned. Buggy stood there, staring down at you. You turned to Alvida and gave her a look. "I need a drink." Your hand shot towards her glass and she quickly snatched it from you.

"Get your own!"

Buggy's hand was placed on the back of your neck. He lowered himself to your level and you shakily inhaled. "I think you should come with me."

You blew a raspberry and sighed. "Okay." You stood up and Buggy's hand migrated towards your lower back, and he guided you towards what you could only assume were his quarters. "How much of that did you hear?" You were genuinely curious, but also slightly afraid. You couldn't place your finger on why you were so worried, but you were being eaten from the inside with doubt.

You were ahead of Buggy, so you couldn't see his expression change, but it did. His face dropped when he heard your tone. "Enough." He spoke clearly and confidently. You let out a stifled whine.

The both of you reached Buggy's room and he opened the door. He led you in and the door shut behind the both of you. You were staring at the wall, not looking at him. Buggy placed a hand on his hip and cocked his head at you.

"Baby…" Buggy, the way he said that, had you weak. You were folding immediately. "Why would you go to Alvida with those questions when I'm right here?"

You felt like you were gulping down air. You still didn't look at him. "Bug- I-" Tears pricked your eyes. You tried to wipe them as they formed and you saw Buggy tense out of the corner of your eyes. "I'm a little insecure."

Without thinking, Buggy responded, "Why?"

"Buggy!" You turned towards him at a neck breaking speed. "Ugh!" You wanted to rip all of your hair out. Buggy was confused. "I feel like- I don't look-"

"Stop." Buggy put his hand up. "Do not finish that sentence." Buggy shook his head and took a step closer to you. Something clicked. Almost audibly. "Is this why you've been so distant?"

"Huh?" You crossed your arms, covering yourself. Soothing yourself.

"Everytime I get close to you; put my hand up your shirt or try to get you of your clothes-"

"Buggy!"

"We're the only ones in here, it's fine." He waved his hand, "Back to the problem at hand… When we get close, you flee. Why?"

You gave him a blank stare. "Because, um," you knew fleeing was not an option anymore, "what if you don't like what you see?"

Buggy's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "Don't like- What?!" He stumbled on his words, baffled. "Baby, I want to fuck your brains out-" It was your turn for your eyes to bug out. "-no amount of stretch marks or cellulite is gonna change that." You stared, mouth agape. "I can show you?"

"Show me?" You pointed to yourself, as if he could have been talking to anyone else. Buggy nodded. You were baffled. "Right now?" He nodded again. "Oh no, what if I-"

"I don't care," Buggy shrugged, "if you don't want to we don't have to, but any of your current 'problems' are not going to bother me."

You sighed, trembling slightly. "Okay."

Buggy perked up. "Really?" He sounded like he was unsure if his words of encouragement were going to work. He leaped onto you as soon as you gave another okay. Buggy's lips were pressed to yours and he held you as close to him as possible. His hands gripped your hips and he led you back to his bed. You hit the mattress and Buggy's lips began to travel down your neck.

You stared at the ceiling, heart pounding against your ribcage. "I, uh, this is- I don't usually get this close to others-" Your fingers idly played with the covers.

"Oh?" He questioned, his hands beginning to slide up your shirt, "In that case, I'll make this extra fun!" Your hands moved from the sheets and to Buggy's back. "Get comfortable, I plan on being here for as long as you need reassurance."

You couldn't help but smile. You settled, your muscles relaxing and you found yourself whining as he nipped at your neck. Buggy’s gloved hands grabbed and then pinched at your hips. His grip was bruising. He wanted others to know who you were with. And he wanted you to have a reminder the next day of who made you feel so good.

You mewled under Buggy, eyes closed tight as he pulled up your shirt. You moved up, and without thinking (you knew you would run if you did think) you let him slide your top off. One of Buggy’s hands, without missing a beat, was at your bra. He unclasped it and pulled it from you, tossing it across the room. He pushed himself up, looking down at you. Involuntarily, you covered your face.

“Uh-uh,” Buggy pulled your hands away from your face, “I want you to see how much I enjoy you.”

“Okay,” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “I can do that,” You were reassuring yourself more than anything.

“Good… You’re being so good, I want you to continue being good.” He let go of your hands and you placed them at your sides. Buggy’s eyes ran over your body. His eyes looked over all the (what you believed were) blemishes. His fingers traced your stretch marks, on your hips, arms, breasts, stomach… You really were going to be there a while.

His hands moved to your waistband and he was pulling your pants down within seconds. You gulped, sure he heard you. Your eyes watched Buggy. You kicked your pants off and Buggy’s fingers were on your legs. He kissed one of your thighs, his eyes darting up to yours as he did so.

His fingers gently followed all of the marks on your thighs, the cellulite, stretch marks, anything. If it was on there, he was touching it. His touch was soft and lingered… Until he bit down on your thigh and grabbed the other one in a bruising grip, again. You yelped loud enough for the whole ship to hear and Buggy smiled into your skin.

“Do you believe me?” He peered up at you. Your head bobbed and Buggy went to stand up.

“Don’t stop though!” It came out without you thinking. You wanted- No… You needed Buggy. You needed him to touch you more. You needed to hear him call you good. And you needed him to mark you up.

Buggy’s smile was devilish. “Well, I can’t let the show stop now if the audience is enjoying it!” Buggy put his arms out, his head tilting back with pride. “I promise to show you a great time, baby.”

#op buggy #opla buggy #buggy smut #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #one piece #one piece smut

[littlespacereader]

hi!! i just found ur account n love ur fics ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა could you do a matt murdock fic? (completely ok if not!!) no specific prompts in mind, just something including alot of comfort !! also preferably for a masc or gn reader💌 ty!!

I was looking through my inbox for a cute prompt so I could make a Valentine’s Day fic when I came across this adorable idea!!! Ahhhhh!!! Thank you so much for asking for a Daredevil fic!! Matt Murdock lives in my heart rent free! He would be such a cute CG!! I hope you don’t mind me making the reader GN so everyone could enjoy it as a Valentine’s Day fic. Please feel free to sent me another request! I love the daredevil show and would die to write another one like this! Please enjoy the fic everyone!

Happy late Valentine’s Day!💞 -Clara :)

Caregiver Little Day🧺💘

Caregiver! Matt Murdock & GN Little! Reader

Tags - hurt and comfort, tickling, surprises, picnic day, cuddling, hand holding

Nicknames - little navigator, munchkin & Dadee for Matt

Another rough day in New York City. It wasn’t really the City’s fault, nor was it my own. It just felt like life was getting harder and harder.

I’ve been working longer more exhausting shift at my job. Adding onto a long subway ride and long walk home to Hell’s Kitchen.

Sometimes Matt would be home but working on his next court case. So it would result in having a late dinner, small conversations here and there, then watching tv by myself while he went out to his second job.

Sometimes I would get home so late that Matt would already be out at his second job. I would just walk into an empty house with no one to talk to.

I can’t even remember the last time I regressed but did I need to now more than ever today. Everyone at my job was talking about their elaborate Valentine’s Day plans and what they think their spouse or partner was getting them.

With how busy things have been…I don’t know if Matt even remembers. I don’t blame him of course, he has two busy jobs! One saving lives in a court room and the other saving lives in Hell’s Kitchen. I just wish he could save me from my life.

Ding, ding. The subway arrived at my station in Hell’s Kitchen. I quickly get off and start the trek to mine and Matt’s house. The air is still chilly despite the ground hog saying spring was just around the corner.

I made my way up the stairs of my house and unlocked the door. I just wished and wished that maybe I wasn’t too late, maybe he was home and I could actually talk to him before he rushed out to be Daredevil. Maybe I would be able to tell him about my horrible day.

But my hopes were crushed when I returned to an empty house. Tears brimmed my eyes but there was no one to cry to, no one to be upset at except for the walls of the house.

I threw my stuff down by the door and just stormed off to our bedroom. I could feel myself getting upset by the second and in turn regressing without realizing it.

I grabbed my pillow, grabbed my blanket, then finally my little family of stuffies and threw it all onto the couch. I didn’t feel like sleeping but I also didn’t feel like being totally awake either, so it was a movie night with the stuffies on the couch type of night.

I quickly changed and grabbed my sippy cup from the kitchen before plopping down on the couch for the night.

I kept switching from show to show, trying to find one that helped me to relax. Stupid Valentine’s Day making me feel horrible!

Eventually when the clock hit somewhere between 2am and 3, I fell asleep while watching Blues Clues. Hoping that maybe when I woke up, Matt would be there to say good morning too.

~~~

I woke up to the smell of something amazing! Was someone cooking? I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was still on the couch. But then I was met with a smile and..a balloon!?!

Matt looked over the couch and smiled seeing me awake. He grabbed the heart shaped balloon and brought it over to where I was sleeping.

“Good morning my Valentine! Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N!”

I just stared at him, both in shock and because…well…I just woke up…so I’m like half asleep here.

“You remembered?”

“I never forgot,” he smiled back.

He rounded the couch and took a seat next to me as I sat up. He handed me the red balloon as he began to talk. “Y/N, I know I haven’t been here as much as I’ve wanted to be for you, and I want to apologize for that.”

“It’s-.” I began to say before getting cut off.

“It’s not okay. I know you don’t want to hurt my feelings but it’s not okay that you’ve been alone as much as you have been. Coming home last night to you sleeping on the couch regressed and alone finally woke it up to me that there is something wrong in our lives. Between my two jobs I haven’t been home as much when you come home and I’m sorry for that. I’m especially sorry I haven’t been here a lot for Little you.”

“But that all changes after today. I’m making sure I’m home and by your side ever night. Especially if a certain someone comes home and is feeling a bit younger,” he added poking my stomach and making me giggle.

“Sound good munchkin?” He asked. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“No more Uncle Foggy keeping you at the office?” I asked.

Matt smiled and shook his head, “No more. If he want to keep talking to me about another case he can come home and join me. But I’m sure the moment he sees little old you, he’s going to have a change of heart.”

“No more Daredevil?” I asked worried. As much as I worried about him at night, I knew Hell’s Kitchen still needed him.

“Not as often anymore. And especially not if you regress. At the end of the day you’re my first priority. Then the city.” He explained.

I took in all the information then nodded, “Sounds good.” I smiled.

“Now,” Matt clapped, “I have a big day planned for us. I overheard someone talking about a Daddy-Daughter or a Mommy-Son day for Valentine’s Day and it got me thinking. What about a Caregiver-Little Day for our Valentine’s Day?”

I gasped and smiled, “That would be amazing!”

“I’ve got our whole day planned for us, nothing too spectacular or fancy but a fun day nonetheless!”

“Dadee?”

“Yes?”

“What’s burning in the kitchen?”

“Shit!”

Matt jumped up from the couch and ran over to the stove. I jumped up and followed and there, burning on top of it was an attempt at a pancake.

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed.” Matt chuckled. I laughed too.

“We both know Claire is the best cook out of all of us.”

“Karen too, I just hate to admit it.” Matt joked.

“Want some fruits instead?” He asked as he threw out the burnt pancake.

“Yes please!”

And so that’s how our morning started. Matt and I sat on the couch enjoy our non-burnt breakfast, a nice fruit salad.

Then came the first surprise. Matt went to the bedroom and grabbed a red gift bag with another balloon attached to it. I started laughing and Matt immediately smiled hearing my giggles.

“You haven’t even seen what’s inside the bag and you’re already laughing?”

“Dadee…the balloon has writing on it.”

Matt sighed as he sat down beside me once more. He couldn’t help but smile as he turned his head towards me, “What does it say?”

“It says happy 50th anniversary.” I giggled.

All at once the two of us started laughing like crazy together. It was such an honest mistake, after all how would Matt know, but a mistake that just made everything even more funny. Plus it wasn’t the first time he’s made that mistake. Last year for my birthday it was get well soon.

After the two of us caught our breaths from the laughter, he handed me the tiny gift bag. “Here, it’s just a little something to start our day off with.”

Before I ripped the tissue paper away, I paused and looked back up at Matt, “But I didn’t get you anything.” I said disappointed.

“That’s okay, you didn’t know I was going to surprise you.” He explained but I wasn’t so satisfied. Maybe I could find something on our adventures today.

After much delay I ripped the tissue paper away and pulled out the gift. It was a beautiful and soft blanket! But not the normal type of blanket…this is a picnic blanket!

“It’s a picnic blanket!” I smiled as all the possibilities of what we could do ran through my head.

“So what do you think that means for us today?” Matt smirked.

I gasped and smiled back, “WE’RE GOING ON A PICNIC?!”

“That’s right munchkin, we’re going to have a picnic today.”

I couldn’t help but lean over and hug him. All the stresses and all the dread of the day before washing away with this amazing day that has really just begun.

We both got changed out of our pjs and then spent the rest of the morning getting our picnic supplies together. After all, you can’t really burn a sandwich…or can you?

Well with our picnic supplies, new blanket, and basket full of food, we departed our house and made our way to our favorite park.

Once Matt locked the door, he turned to me and held my hand in his, “I need my little navigator to help us get to the park.”

The compliment always brought a blush to my face. I always loved walking with him through the city. I always told him what was happening around us and the crazy sights I was sadly witnessing.

But eventually we made it to the park! Matt helped lay the picnic blanket and I started to help set out our little lunch together. Then the two of us relaxed.

Matt draped one arm around me and I leaned into his side. The air was so calm with a little breeze here and there. It wasn’t sunny, a bit overcast. But I loved the overcast weather, it wasn’t as harsh on the eyes like a sunny day was. Everything was just right.

After eating our sandwiches we started to eat a little treat Matt bought for our day as well, a small box of candies. “No more than two.” He said sternly, but he didn’t have any heat behind it.

With our sandwiches and some candies eaten, the two of us relaxed on our blanket and just felt as the breeze swept over us occasionally.

I loved to watch the clouds go by. So as each one rolled by I would tell Matt what I thought each one looked like.

“This one…looks like an elephant fishing!”

“An elephant fishing? Why would they be fishing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s their hobby.” I giggled.

“This onnnneeeeeee looks like a…a…banana with a sun hat!” I explained.

“What? What kind of sky are you looking at?” He laughed as well.

“Oh! Oh! This next one looks like-.” It looked like a flower wearing a dress. But the dress didn’t matter. What mattered was I had a brilliant idea.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back!” I jumped up.

“Don’t go too far okay?” Matt said before I took off. I ran around the sides of the park picking flowers that had already fallen. (I wouldn’t pick and kill them!)

With my tiny collection I returned to Matt. I sat beside him and took his hand in mine. “Ta-da! Happy Valentine’s Day Dadee! It’s a bouquet of flowers! I’ll describe each one for you.”

He lead his hand and had him feel each of the flowers I grabbed. Telling him how tall I thought they were and what color the flower was. All with Matt having the biggest smile on his face.

“They all sound beautiful. But it’s the thought that means the most to me. Thank you so much Y/N. I love them.” Matt pulled me into a nice tight hug. I rest my head against his shoulder and sighed happily.

Once we broke apart we just laid together, hand in hand on our picnic blanket. I rest my head against his chest and he rested his head on top of mine. The two of us just took comfort in being with the other.

“Maybe we should bring Aunt Karen and Uncle Foggy to this park? What do you think?” Matt suggested.

“No we gotta bring them to the park on Riverside!”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I wanna show Uncle Foggy the big slide there!”

“You think he’d go down it?”

“What do you think?” I laughed.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Matt laughed as well.

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[discobiscotto]

“Signor Marcovaldo is my father, call me Alberto, Alby…or Maestro 😏”

If we’re talking predictability in design, adult Alberto was NOT easy. I had literally nothing to work from. No (living?) family to compare to, no hints at what kindof quirks he may develop. I had nothing!

All I had was that (assumed) deep-seated desire to be accepted, useful/helpful, and not left behind…..that, and yanno, that Charisma In Excess (as a KID no less, dude calm that shxt down or you’re grounded lol)

Alot of pawing around in the dark and just going with what felt right to me.

I took some cues here and there. Some pretty forward and commonly accepted (“You, the big strong one.” etc), others subtle and unassuming but I ran like the wind with it?

Anyway, here we go. What’s the deal with this walking bowl of spaghetti anyhow?

This will be a two parter. His seamonster form requires a separate post.

Alberto as I said is a bit of a wild card. He doesn’t have as much of an obvious blueprint compared to Luca or Giulia.

His physical appearance for his human form was based solely on environmental influence.

Physically I imagined him to be a bit rough around the edges. Kindof gaunt but not so much that he looks sick or weak. He’s pretty much just one big muscle. Not an ounce of fat on him. Nothing but sinew. Very toned and muscular but certainly not huge. He’s just solid and FIT.

He’s a guy from the docks. He’s a fisherman. He’s salty and peppered in scars. Heavy calloused hands. He picked up smoking at a young age. He spends endless hours in the sun, thus he’s still very freckly as an adult. His impulsive ass got a tooth busted out in a fist-fight. Five o clock shadow and untidy sandy facial hair. I imagined his hair growing more “out and up” than down. Tight coils suggest he’d likely have a ‘fro or pomp, so I combined the two, keeping that old Alberto “top heavy” hairdo lol.

Profoundly Italian, so he’s pretty furry everywhere. Being a hard worker for years, excessive sun exposure, substance use, he looks alittle “older” than he actually is. (Pushing 34 ish).

I made him very tall, 6’4” ish. I admit, I love a good “Tall Man x Small Man” dynamic, so that’s definitely a shameless “luberto-centric” choice lol But I also considered a funny “goldfish” concept where just like a goldfish only gets bigger when his bowl is bigger…perhaps nature was trying to make him “compete” and measure up or even end up bigger than Massimo. 😆

If there’s one thing I learned from “Ciao Alberto” it’s that Alberto has a deep desire to be useful and accepted. He tries through the entire film to impress Massimo and in turn hope Massimo accepts him and sees Alberto can be just as good at his knife-wielding barrel heaving badassery as he is.

Alberto ultimately ending up as a fisherman by trade was an easy choice. Not only do I write what I know (being a Mainer in the coast with a deep affinity with fishermen and shipbuilders) but it is the ultimate way to show his love for Massimo. To help carry on the legacy.

Alberto has mastered some unlikely skills as well. Not as unlikely as you’d expect though considering his desire to impress Massimo.

So consider this:

-Alright, Massimo is great at cooking. Alberto sucks EPICALLY at first but over time, his motivation to measure up to his hero and dad-figure makes him an amazing cook? Check.

-Massimo likes to sing. Alberto picks it up and finds he’s an Unreasonably Excellent Singer and prodigious musician who plays by ear? DOUBLE CHECK.

(Note: The lore and reasons behind this and Alberto’s mandolin will be a blogpost on its own eventually)

-Alberto being a competent and prolific/productive fisherman resulting in the family biz growing and delivering outside of Portorosso? Definitely a proud moment for Massimo.

So to me it all checks out, and drives home Alberto’s strong gumption and the next generation being better than the generation before. As a parent, I subscribe to this goal. I want my boys to be the “Big Strong Ones.”

There’s also the bit that Alberto is a bit of a lush and a party animal. Charismatic, has a bit of a Casanova complex. Charm pouring out of his ears. Why? Well, dang, I really don’t know. I guess bringing it back to that “Charisma In Excess” statement at the beginning of this, it just felt right somehow. I had it so that he really wasn’t all that conventionally attractive but had a level of animal magnetism that’s hard to resist.

There’s lore behind that too…but will be reserved for his “Fish Form” post.

I dunno, it’s probably cus he’s Italian. It could be that simple. 🤷🏻‍♀️

#alberto scorfano #luca1970s #pixar luca #lucafanart #albertoscorfano #discobiscotto design notes #ciaolucafic #ciaoluca #ciao luca #ciao alberto #luberto #older!alberto

[neko-nemesis]

𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮~

𝙆𝙖𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙝𝙖 𝙭 𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙗 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Warnings: explicit sexual content ahead (MDI)[minors do not interact, you will be blocked]

Synopsis: smoker!Kazuha trying to quit smoking, eating artificial sweet lollipops to go through his withdrawal symptoms, resulting into craving something else, which is much sweeter.

C.w: smoker!Kazuha so mentions of smoking is mentioned alot, mention of weed and e-cigs too, twisted use of Lollipop (lmao you'll see), Oral (reader receiving), slight mentions of fingering, arguments mentioned, slight angst(?), Lmk if I missed anything <3

Unedited, pardon me for the mistakes, I'll proof read it later on </3

(Writer notes will be at the end)

Taglist || Genshin Masterlist

♡ 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 ♡

Kazuha...had a little problem. Well it's no longer "little" per se, rather it was becoming something close to addiction. That being, smoking. College can be stressful and being a music major was getting to him. He found a release from the overwhelming stress from smoking, whether it was weed, e-cig or the classic tobacco packs.

Not to mention, living together was becoming hectic, boxes littered between the couch cushions, on the bedside table, in the cabinet of the bathroom, it was like a weird trip of treasure hunt for you. If you look carefully in the nook and crannies, you may just find your dear boyfriend's "release".

Having a proper talk with him and some words back and forth, even a little misunderstanding argument one or two here and there later, Kazuha made up his mind to quit it. It is not easy, infact he felt gloomy but what soured his mood more is the sudden distance between the two of you. This dumb "release" sure was taking a toll on you and the relationship between the two of you and he cursed himself for noticing it so late.

Now though, despite not having said a word to your partner in a while, the sudden smell of strong artificial strawberries and fruits hit you in the face when you came back home from your classes and part time job. noticing a crystal hollow bowl on the counter tables, filled with random lollies and candies. You connect the dots that the culprit of so many candies being none other than your boyfriend, he's trying to quit, you figured. But you were upset from the fight few days prior,

You only ever wished the best but got shut down.

"Y/n, you don't understand! It just helps me calm down, is that so bad?"

"'zuha, it's bad for you, babe." You gritted your teeth, "I'm only looking out for you!"

He scoffs, running his hand through his platinum blonde hair in a rough manner to control his building up frustration but he was failing at it. His soft vermillion eyes were long gone, the man you loved now looked at you with nothing but irritation painted oh so clearly in his eyes.

"Oh? That's very sweet of you but I didn't asked for your concerns now have I?"

You shake your head, trying to gain back composure, now it's not the time to dwell on the past that has gone by, even if it hurts. So you decided to remain distant to get over the whole thing and be normal.

Getting ready for bed, you notice the absence of your boyfriend, you begin to miss him, quite alot honestly. Familiar key juggling sounds brought you back to reality from the heart aching silence of your shared house and only when you creeped out of your room to see your boyfriend, you see kazuha getting in the apartment, quietly as possible.

You clear your throat, to which he yelps, dropping the loose plastic bag of goodies. "oh- it's you." He breathes, his lips curving up into a small smile, to which you awkwardly nodded at, he bents down to quickly snatch up the bag he carelessly let go off while being caught off guard as you shifted from toe to toe, uncomfortable and not knowing how to approach him. Being observant, he immediately noticed your demeanor towards him and felt his heart squeeze until it ached a bit. He wasnt liking the awkward air around the two of you, a total contrast to how you two usually are towards each other; carefree, comfortable and mostly, affectionate, really really affectionate. "Sooo.. uh" he lets out a dry laugh, "I was um- out, for uh you know for some-"

"to smoke?" You ask plainly, leaning against the door frame of your shared bedroom.

"huh? Oh, god no." He giggles sheepishly, "for these" he quickly rummaged through the plastic bag to pull out the intact pack of the familiar sweet scented lollipops you smelled when coming in the apartment. "Oh." You say, now scratching your arm, something you do when you're in an awkward position.

"yeahh, 'oh.'" kazuha grins, mocking you to clear up the air. His hands making quick work on the packets as he shoved one of the sweets in his mouth.

"what's the deal with you and all these candies?" You ask, walking closer to the counter he stood by, "to stop my cravings for a smoke, you know?" He gives a lopsided smile as he continues to suck on the lollipops.

"Oh and since tomorrow is a weekend, I was thinking we should watch a movie."

"Oh..movie?"

"mhmm", he smiles sweetly, "It's your turn to pick something, love." You hate how weak you are for him as you failed to stay cooped up in the room and let his hands guide yours to the couch, unable to say no.

Well, I guess a movie won't hurt. You think.

xxx

Well I guess you thought wrong. 15 minutes in, you sat beside him rather than on his lap like usual and awkwardly watched the movie, hardly paying any attention. There was no usual discussing between the two of you would have in the middle of watching movies or TV, others may get annoyed with this but you two loved to share feedbacks and talk about each fucking frame with one other, knowing each other's different opinions mattered to you both deeply but tonight there was none of that and it was becoming unbearable for Kazuha.

But then, he had a thought . He smirked to himself over it as he side-glances to see you trying to focus on what's going on in the movie. He was already cursing to himself seeing your lips puckered up slightly into a pout, trying your best to concentrate as you stayed leaning forward, your tank top leaving little to nothing to the imagination as your breasts almost were spilling out of the flimsy stretched out top.

"My love?"

"Huh?" As if pulled out of some trance, you look at him slightly, overdramatically Kazuha pouts, "This lollipop isn't sweet enough."

You frown, "I can smell it from here, I'm pretty sure it's too sweet infact from the artificial sweeteners, you know." You look at him as if he grew a third limb.

He throws his head back and let out a chuckle, finding it very amusing. To which you look away, the lazily tied up hair along with his comfy pajamas and the glazing bright light from the TV screen made Kazuha look irresistible and you didn't wish to be distracted now.

"I'm serious! C'mon, taste it for me"

"I-" before you could've finished your word, your boyfriend shoved the candy in your mouth, suddenly he was close, too close, too close to your face. His half lidded eyes looked at your wide ones and you realize the candy in your mouth was in his a second ago. "C'mon, suck." His 180° demeanor caught you off guard, you feel his hands brushing on your sides as he makes quick moves around you to cage you in on the uncomfortably small couch, unable to escape like a defenseless bunny infront of a predator. Without questioning though, you oblige, falling in the spiral abyss of his blown out eyes, the dilation almost turned his eyes black.

You suck, you suck it good enough for him as you dared not to break the intense eye contact.

"it's not sweet enough, right baby?"

Liar. It was sickly sweet or maybe it was just him.

Maybe it was just him, too sweet against your tongue as you now greedy suckle the piece of red candy, making your boyfriend let out a pleased hum.

"Its- too sweeth-" you talk, barely forming the sentence right as you licked the candy your boyfriend held against your mouth.

"too sweet?" He coos, pulling back his hand, removing the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop and proceeding to put it back in his mouth lazily to "confirm". He grins down at you, "now it's sweet." He inches closer, "now it's better." He groans, Taking out the stick only to crash his lips against yours. Red tinted lips from the candy now sucked on your bottom lip as his kisses grew rougher by each minute. You whine against his mouth, thoughts of staying away thrown at the back of your mind as you burned for more.

Pulling away, a string of saliva keep you both connected, "I know what can make this taste the sweetest" "what can-"

You gasp, slender fingers rubbed hard against the embarrassingly soaked spot on your pj shorts, grinding your hips to meet his hand and feel just a little more friction. "This-" the tip of his fingers penetrates you a little even with the shorts on and rubbed your folds all nice and right, "this pussy can make anything the sweetest, isn't that right my baby?" He teases,

"Stop- that's gross-" gross? It was downright nasty but that's what turned you both on. your words die down your throat as his hands make quick work against your shorts and lifts your supple thighs up on his shoulders as he bents down, impatiently pulling down the shorts, "oh, don't worry your pretty head, you just have to take it" he mutters as sweats made the baby hairs stick on his forehead, somehow making him look unimaginably attractive and his hot breathe fanned against your cunt, making you throb and feel light headed from the anticipation.

"You know I clean my mess up everytime right, baby?" He plants wet kisses and makes a trial from your thighs upto your clit. Savoring the wetness coating his lips and chin. Fuck, you were soaked. There's nothing Kazuha wouldn't do to dip his head down and cut the chase, eat you up until you're cumming nothing on his tongue but he had to be patient.

A little more.

"gimme the candy, sweet girl" he teases, you scowl and you lazily pass the lollipop to him as he kisses your clit again as a thank you and then shoving the candy back in his mouth to make it wet enough this time rather than taste it, afterall he has better things to savor against his tongue. "I need to taste you, okay love? Only you can make this sweeter for me" he slurs his words out, never looking up anymore and as if he's under a spell as his eyes flutters, without doing nothing to you as of yet but being beyond pussy drunk. two of his fingers spreads your lips and the moment the sticky ball makes contact with your slick, you whimper.

"kazuhaa" you whine, "you must've -lost your m-mind"

"maybe" he smirks, fastening the pace he had on the lollipop against your clit, the sudden speed of the ball of candy getting dragged had you embarrassingly more wet.

"Now for the taste~" he mumbles as he now slowly tries to penetrate you with the fucking lollipop. The look on your boyfriend face was nothing but just amusement and dark lust, seeing how your cunt even sucks up and swallows even the ball of candy inside with ease. Your eyes drifted below once again to see what has to be one of the most sinful sight. Your boyfriend with his hair messy, mouth agaped slightly and you could swear you're seeing him with hearts in his eyes and drool almost at the sight of his fingers pushing the stick of candy in and out of you slightly. His mouth waters up even further until he couldn't take it anymore.

"fuck this" he pants, throwing off the candy god knows where and pulling and squeezing your thighs as he nested his head in-between. Messily sucking and licking up all your nectar, the hint of the candy flavor was very clear against his tongue but mixed with the slight earthy taste of you truly made it much sweeter for his taste. You thrash and arch your back against his strong hold on your waist and hips made your efforts to be set free down the drain as he continues to savor and greedily taste up everything while plunging his long fingers inside now, adding more pleasure. Often muttering praises and teasing remarks of how much you're enjoying this. His one hand soon slide down to pull his cock out and jerk off to the incredibly erotic scene of you.

Crazy hair, blown out eyes, flushed cute face and your tits popping out of your shirt as you squeezed onto them while he ate you out and drank every drop of cum out of you.

Don't be mistaken, he's not done. With his new found discovery of how you are so much sweeter than any candy, it's a doubt if he's even pulling his tongue out of you tonight. You won't stop him now though, will you? You wanted him to quit right?

So be a good girl and give every drop of your sweet cum to your greedy boyfriend.

𝘼.𝙉: 𝘼𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙥𝙨𝙨𝙩𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣. 𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙝𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩.𝙨𝙟𝙝𝙙𝙟𝙙𝙟𝙙𝙟𝙙𝙟𝙙𝙟 𝙃𝙊𝙋𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝙀𝙉𝙅𝙊𝙔𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎. 𝙆𝘼𝙕𝙐𝙃𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙎, 𝙄 𝙃𝙊𝙋𝙀 𝙄 𝙁𝙀𝘿 𝙔𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿, 𝙄𝙁 𝙉𝙊𝙏, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙠 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛🧍🏽‍♀.

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Since I saw this post a couple weeks ago I can’t get nerd!Bakugo out of my head 😭. He’s still pretty mean, maybe a bit quieter about it, but not a lot. He’s a total nerd/geek and is not afraid to share his interests and make ppl feel stupid for not knowing the ins and outs of something. He definitely flashes his braces because he knows you find them hot asf. He uses his intellect to turn you on. One day he’s fixing/customizing his gauntlets and you ask him about it and he’s offhandedly explaining what they do, all the pieces, different upgrades he could make, even gets into ideas he has for different pieces of support tech. When he looks over to your face you have that look you get after he’s put his hand around your throat and he’s looking down on you, you know submissive and breedable. Even your mouth is slightly open. From that point on if he has the opportunity to show off his intellect in a non mansplainy way he’s doing it, especially if it’ll be helpful for you. You need to know more about skincare ingredients and what they do, he got it. When you guys are having sex I imagine him getting sweaty and having to just rip his glasses off mid thrust. Makes sure to ask you during sex “Oh you like that?” ALOT just so he can reply with “I know you do, nobody knows this pussy better than I do”. Helps you with your homework by fucking it into you. “What’s the fucking chemical formula for ethanol” you’re on your hands and knees with his hand around your neck while he grunts into your ear and rails you from behind. His hot chest pressed to your back. “It’s- ah- mmm” “Come on Princess, can’t keep fucking ya if you don’t tell me the answer” “It’s C2- ha-H5OH” “You’re so fucking smart babygirl” as he uses the hand around your neck to turn your head and kiss you sloppily.

IM GONNA SCREAM IM FROTHING ACTUALLY

because why is bakugou with glasses and braces so attractive i want him to be just like me fr :((

imagine like college tutor bakugou who’s made to help you study for extra credit, you’ve never spoken in your lives— what harm could it do to you? you think nothing of him until he’s in your dorm, explaining formulas and other things to you like you’re stupid. his voice is so rough, and he sounds so smart it makes your brain fog up when you should be focusing :(

“are ya listenin’ dummy? don’t wanna have t’fuckin repeat myself.” he’ll rasp to you, and you have to ignore the tingle in your tummy ‘cause it’s almost like he’s degrading you :(( katsuki keeps catching you staring at him every time he takes off glasses to clean them or rub over his face— the plastic frame tucked between his teeth.

you want him to be mean to you, purposely getting things wrong to frustrate bakugou and he knows you’re not stupid— that you’re playing dumb for his attention, and like you said. if you’re not going to do the work, bakugou’s gonna have to fuck it into you.

for the next hour and a half, until you can answer the questions you need to— babbled out through punctuated moans and tears, katsuki folds you into all sorts of positions. on your back with his cock in your guts and two fingers on your clit to trace the words you need over it, on your hands and knees while he spanks down on your sore ass until you pick the right option of a multiple choice question. you don’t get to cum until bakugou feels like you’ve learned enough; reminding you of that when he groans in your ear and presses you into the floor with a calloused hand on your neck.

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The Syndicate - Chapter 4: Becoming The Ashes

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a Detective with a promising future in the police department until she's kidnapped by the infamous mafia boss Choi San and from him, she learns the dark secrets her superior has been hiding the whole time so she teams up with him in order to put a stop to it.

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung like twice , Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Wooyoung and Yeosang are a little mean in this story tbh, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s), mentions death and acts of violence

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After I finish helping Hongjoong it was already pretty late but San was still gone in his office. Unfortunately I'm so tired from the rollercoaster of emotions I felt today, that I walk to the guest room not even bothering to explore this whole building by myself without anyone’s watchful eye. So when I enter my room I take off my leather jacket and begin to get ready for bed. Then there was a small knock at the door and to my pleasant surprise it was San.

WIthout another second to waste I walk over to him and hug him, burying my face in his chest while he gently cradles the back of my head. “I missed you.” I say in a hushed tone then he chuckles a bit gently pulling back from me enough to be able to kiss the top of my head and look down to meet my eyes clearly being able to see his dimpled smile “You know you could have just gone into my office right?” I rest my head on his chest again listening to his calming heartbeat “I didn’t want to bother you, besides I’m sure everyone else would think it’s weird if I go in there a lot.” He lifts my chin to look up at him and gently kisses my forehead. “Well, you're very sweet trying to keep that in mind. It’s going to be hard not to make it obvious.” He buries his face in my neck and I feel his warm, breathing while I gently run my fingers through his soft black hair then I say in a soft voice “It’s okay Sannie, I'll wait.” He jerks his head back and looks at me with a huge smile on his face “You called me Sannie…” Slightly puzzled I nod “Oh, I’m sorry. Was that weird?” He rests his forehead on mine and gently caresses my cheeks with his thumb “No, I like it. It’s cute.” My heart, it’s racing again. A flush creeps up my cheeks and I look away then San slowly turns my face back in his direction and kisses me. He slithers his hand around my waist and pulls back just enough to talk. “Look at me, I love you. Don’t forget that.” My lips slightly part in shock. He what? Is he joking right now? “I-” I pause for a few seconds then sigh “Please don’t tell me you love me unless you mean it.” San furrows his brows and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear “I do mean it, my heart is telling me. See?” He grabs my hand and puts it on his chest over where his heart is, I feel his heart racing now. I look back up at him slightly shocked. San smiles showing me his cute dimples again knowing full well it’s my weakness. “Now you know I wasn’t lying.” I know he’s already my boyfriend but what? I caused someone to feel that way? For once it wasn’t one sided and someone finally feels happy to see me. I thought he was joking, you can't just fake your heart racing for someone. Those feelings are something you just can't fake. San gently kisses my forehead “Hm, you should get ready for bed it’s pretty late.” I nod and gently poke his chest “You’re right, you kind of did interrupt my nightly routine.” He chuckles and ruffles my hair “Yeah, but I know you were secretly hoping I did.” I gently bite my lip stifling a laugh and playfully smack his arm.

When I'm done I notice San laying in bed. Now, I don’t know why but seeing him like this makes me kind of nervous. I know I've laid down lots of times with him but only as friends. So when I walk over to him and awkwardly sit next to him he glances over at me and furrows his brows “What’s wrong?” I shake my head and I force a smile “Nothing, I’m just not used to us you know?” He gives me a comforting smile and pulls me over to him so I’m laying next to him with my head on his chest “It’s okay don’t worry. I’ll stay here until you fall asleep.” I wrap my arms around his waist and stare off into the distance and a few moments later San begins to sing while gently running his fingers through my hair. The rest of the time we don't speak, we just lay there in each other's arms while his soothing lullabies leave my eyelids feeling heavy until eventually i give in and fall asleep.

In the morning when I wake up I notice San was gone, it almost feels like laying there with him was almost a dream. I sit up on my bed for a few minutes trying to fully wake up then I get up and change out of my sleepwear. When I walk down to the lounge and prepare myself a cup of coffee, I notice it was awfully silent. Hmm i haven’t seen anyone since I woke up, weird. I sit down and turn the TV on and while I was watching some random talk show a breaking news announcement comes on. A male news anchor was standing in front of what seemed like an alleyway “This is Peter Davis and I am now bringing you breaking news from Ulwood’s southside, It appears Detective y/n (Y/LN) has been found dead. She was found earlier this morning at around 7:45 am and so far the police have announced Aurora Syndicate as prime suspects for the detective's murder. As most of you all may recall the young female Detective went missing about a month and a half ago outside her home in Lulens a few minutes away from Ulwood.” My stomach drops, I quickly turn the TV off and I walk over to the sink feeling sick. I’m officially dead, there’s no going back now. It’s set in stone. The more I think about how that girl must have looked and felt like makes my body run cold and I feel physically sick to the point I puke up the little coffee I had. I hurriedly rinse my mouth with some water and sit back down on the lounge seat. I cover my face with my hands and quietly mutter to myself “My god, what have I done. An innocent woman died all because I was selfish enough not wanting to deal with the consequences.” I thought I was going to feel relived but I don't. At least not knowing someone else paid with their life, I took something from them that I had no right taking.

A few minutes later a distance I hear commotion down the hallway. I lift my head up and hurriedly grab the mug of coffee I had and pretend to drink what was left of it until I see San, Yunho, and Wooyoung come into the room laughing and smiling then I hear San say “Hey, y/n good morning you’re up early.” I fake a smile and give them a small wave with my free hand “Good morning.” Wooyoung coldly glances at me while San sits next to me and Yunho walks over to the refrigerator and pours himself some orange juice “Guess what y/n?” I look over to Yunho and manage to let out a small hum San then says “Well, they found “you”. You’re officially dead so they won’t look for you anymore.” I slightly raise my eyebrows and say in a flat tone “Wow, that happened fast.” San smiles “Well you’re top priority, we couldn’t afford to miss out on how valuable you are to us now.” Wooyoung sneers “San are you okay? Are you sick?” San looks over at him and tilts his head “I'm fine, why?” Wooyoung shrugs and says “I don’t know seeing you smile like that over a cop you barely even know is really weird.” San's gaze darkens almost like he's upset Wooyoung's ruined the mood with his snide comment. He walks over to Wooyoung “It’s actually not. Considering her and I are very close now. We need her help more than ever to get that bastard back for what he did to my father.” Wooyoung smirks and gently pats San’s back nervously trying to calm him down. “Okay calm down, I was just joking.” Unmoved with Wooyoung's "joke" San stares straight into Wooyoung's eyes "Do I look like I'm laughing?" Yunho looks over at San and Wooyoung then walks over between both of them and puts his arms around both of their necks “How about we celebrate later yeah?” San pulls back slightly shoving Wooyoung away from him "Not now, I'll be in my office if anyone needs me." He walks away silently leaving the kitchen clearly upset. Yunho awkwardly coughs and mutters under his breath “Maybe not.” He looks over to me “He’ll be okay, Wooyoung and San tend to bicker sometimes.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes and walks out of the lounge where he bumps into Seonghwa who was walking in, he quickly turns and looks at Wooyoung and says “Excuse me?” He looks over at me and Yunho with a puzzled expression and mouths “What’s up with him?” Yunho then lets out a chuckle and says “Oh, you know San and Wooyoung bickering.”

Seonghwa walks over to the counter and makes himself a hot chocolate while talking to Yunho, a few minutes later he sits on the other side of the lounge seat next to me while holding his mug on one hand and says “Hey, you’re quiet is everything okay?” I nod then I set my mug on the ground “Yeah, I’m fine why?” Seonghwa looks over at me examining my facial expression then says “Oh, just asking. You’re usually not this quiet.” I blankly stare at the ground for a few seconds until I finally decide to speak “I feel terrible.” Yunho gives me a concerned look “About what?” Suddenly Yunho’s radio goes off “Yunho, come down here I need you to go run a quick errand for me.” Yunho drops his head and sighs, he then lifts his head up again and speaks into his radio “I’ll be right there.” He gets up, pats my head and says “I’m so sorry I have to go, tell me all about it later okay?” He leaves me and Seonghwa alone to which he says in a soft voice “Go on, I’m here.” I stare at the ground for what seemed an eternity again then I manage to say “I feel horrible about that innocent girl’s death to the point I physically feel sick.” Seonghwa clicks his tongue and sets his mug on the table next to him “You want me to tell you something?” I look over and softly hum he then says in a very serious tone “That girl wasn’t innocent. She was a liar and a murderer that almost got some of us killed at one point. Echo Kyrian.” I cover my mouth with my hand. That name sounds awfully familiar. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. “I’ve heard of her.” He nods then leans back in his seat onto the wall “I figured. She was the one who organized a shootout on Locust Street, which was our previous head quarters. That day we lost a lot of people that worked for us. Yeosang, and Mingi got severely injured but luckily they both pulled through. The reason this all even started was because she lied about having insight on Lee since she also worked for The Obsidian Dragon later we found out she was a lower level worker so she never even met him at all. For months she mocked San about the loss of all the people that worked for us, unfortunately she was also asking San to pay up or his inner circle was next to be destroyed." Bingo, that's where I've heard of her, she's well known for extortion. "Yeah, I know who you're talking about now. Wow, I didn't know about all of that though. I guess you guys did what the police couldn’t." He silently nods then I gently pat his shoulder "Well it's over with, she's gone now don't worry. I’m glad she’s out of you guys’ way" He smiles then gently pats my hand on his shoulder "It should be you who should be happy, you're free now." Free, all at the cost of another wretched life. "You’re right, thank you." He pulls his hand away and grabs his mug again "Of course, but the main person you should be thanking is San not me. I just followed orders. Besides I've seen how much he cares about you and that’s a rare occurrence coming from him. You should go talk to him so he could get over that little argument he had with Wooyoung. He did say you guys are close friends now so he should be really happy seeing you check up on him." I pick up my mug off of the floor and walk to the sink to rinse it out. “I’ll do that, I want to at least thank him since I didn’t get to earlier.”

I head over to San’s office and try to open the door but it was locked. I sigh and I knock on the door “San, it’s Y/N. Please open up I just want to see you for a little bit.” A few seconds later I hear the door unlock, immediately after he opens the door I hug him tightly. Completely in shock he hugs me back and gently pats the back of my head and says “Oh hey, you missed me didn’t you?” I pull back and brush my fingers through his soft black hair “Well, I came to thank you but yes. It was more like I also got worried seeing you storm off that way I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That and I also just wanted to thank you” I walk into his office and close the door behind me. Being here feels a bit weird because the last time I was in here I was basically San’s prisoner.

He smiles "Thank me? For what?" I reach out for his hand and lace his fingers between mine "Well, helping me shake everyone off my back by faking my death. It was very nice of you to have enough empathy to help me." He gently places his hand on my cheek, his cat like eyes examining my face. "There's no need to thank me angel eyes, of course I'm going to help you. Besides this will help us in the long run." He's right, at least now I don't have to sneak around the way I would have probably done if we just went with me being missing. I still feel for my family though, I can't imagine with how worried they are. Maybe one day when this ends I can maybe see them. I lean into his touch "Enough of me though, is everything okay? You seemed pretty upset with what Wooyoung said."

“I’m okay, it’s just Wooyoung can be a bit rude sometimes and it really pissed me off how he was just insinuating you’re untrustworthy when I know deep down that you’re not” He leads me to the seat in front of his desk, meanwhile he sits on the edge of his desk in front of my chair. I look over and notice San’s somewhat hurt expression mixed with anger. “It’s okay, it doesn’t phase me. Let him think that way, I’ll prove to him and everyone else who thinks otherwise. That’s what I did back at the station, I showed them.” A small smile appears on San’s lips “Alright then, in that case I’ll give you time to show off. I need a hit for someone, that’s if you’re ready.” I knew there had to be a catch, what a better way to show your loyalty than to get blood on your hands. Smart. I sigh and shove my hands under my legs. He reaches over to me and gently strokes my cheek and says in a soft voice “I’m not forcing you to do anything. I’m giving you free will to do as you wish, you’re welcome to just stay here where you’re safe.” I look down gently biting the inside of my lip. I have to do this, not just to prove to everyone here I’m worth trusting but I’m going to make sure Captain Lee regrets ever having me “die” just to save himself. San pushes a few strands of hair behind my ear “Is everything okay?” I tightly press the cushion under my hand with my fingers “I’ll do it. Who’s the hit?” San gets off from his desk and walks over to the filing cabinet next to the bookcase behind him then comes back with a folder with the name “Ryu Moon” on it. I open the folder and I see a picture of the person, he looked to be in his late 20’s and looked like your typical spoiled rich kid. I read the file for a few minutes then San says “Can you do it?” I silently nod then I say almost inaudibly “Yeah, I can.” he turns to me with a serious look on his face “I’ll have Mingi go with you, just in case. Jongho will be your driver.” I nod then I clasp both my cold hands together trying to warm them up “ Okay so when is it?” San takes his glasses off and sets them on the table and rubs his eyes a bit “The weekend, you have about 4 days. I’m saying the weekend because he usually heads out to the club Friday nights.” Wow, such short notice but I see what he's trying to do. I get up from my chair and force a smile “Well, I’ll get to practicing then. I haven’t fired a gun in a while so I’m a bit rusty.” San pulls me over to him and says “I want to watch you practice, can I?” Way to go, I have spectator anxiety. I really don’t want to do terrible in front of him. Now that’ll be embarrassing, making an ass out of yourself in front of your mafia boss boyfriend. I thickly swallow and shrug “Sure, if you want to.” San gently kisses my forehead and grabs my hand leading me out of the door. He looks around again and looks back at me “Hey, follow me.” We both walk down all the way down to an underground shooting range.

As soon as I walk in I gasp at the amount of weapons on display. I walk over to inspect the weapons and some of them appear to be stolen due to the fact some of them are weapons used by the military and the police force. To start off I grab myself a small pistol and load it then I put on the protective ear muffs. While San stands a few yards behind me I stand at the booth then take aim, pull the trigger and to my horror I notice how I almost completely missed the target. Shit, just pretend he’s not there you can do it. Pretend you’re back at the station practicing and you’re showing off to Chris how well your accuracy is. I take a deep breath then I exhale trying to calm my nerves, I focus on my target then I pull the trigger again this time emptying the magazine of the gun. San smirks “Let’s go see how well you did.” We walk over and look at the target, for a few seconds he stands there and examines the target then he says “Aside from those first two shots, your accuracy is beautiful.” My ears warm up then I shyly look down and I say “Thank you, I promise I can do much better I'm just a bit rusty.” He reaches over and holds my hand “Do you want to continue practicing with this one or practice with something higher caliber?” Instantly I respond a little too excited “Higher caliber since I haven't practiced with one in a few months maybe about 3 or 4.” We walk back and look at all the higher caliber options while carefully looking at all the guns he picks one out in particular, he grabs the M24 (police rifle) and hands it over to me and says “I’m sure you’re familiar with this one right?” I nod “Yeah we were trained with these but we actually don’t use these anymore, they were replaced with a more enhanced version.” Impressed, San slightly raises his eyebrows then says “Hmm, that’s interesting. Should we go see your shooting abilities outside angel eyes?” Hesitantly I nod then I check that the safety is on the rifle and I sling it over my shoulders. San grabs a whole box of ammo and while walking outside I clench onto the rifle strap the whole time and follow behind San. My first time going outside in about a month and a half. How does San just trust me like this? A gun in my hands with his back facing me. Does he not know I could easily betray him if I wanted to? I know my life as a cop wasn’t guaranteed but San has blood on his hands from so many other mafia gangs who have a target on his head. So many would kill to be in my position right now, but unfortunately the more I've gotten to know him the less I want him to ever get hurt.

“We’re here.” I slightly squint due to the beaming sunlight, once my eyes adjust I look around and realize we’re in the middle of nowhere. Trees sprawled out everywhere with a heavy forest in the distance. San then points over and says “You see those targets over there? Try starting with the one closest to us.” I set up the gun at the edge of the building and while I focus on the target and I land the first shot but not a headshot. I let out a small frustrated sigh and mutter “Come on.” then I hold my breath and carefully aim and successfully get the headshot. By the 3rd target I get in my groove and successfully finish all 10 targets. When I finish, San walks over to me in shock while looking into binoculars and says “Wow, that’s amazing. You did great. ” Not used to the compliments I awkwardly press my lips into a smile “Are you just saying that because you’re my boyfriend?” He chuckles and shakes his head and says “No, I’m serious. I just witnessed one of the reasons why everyone was making a huge deal about finding you. You're amazing.” I carefully set down the gun and I look at the trees in the distance solemnly “Well, you’d think being so well trained would have kept me from getting kidnapped.” San crosses his arms and steps next to me while looking at the trees in the distance alongside me and says “I’m sure if you knew you would have easily taken both MIngi and Wooyoung down. Which is why we were extra careful with you, we had to take precautions we usually never have to take.” When he gets serious like this is what scares me the most. I shove my hands in the pockets of my sweater “That was honestly no excuse. Not even the fact that I was exhausted, the only good thing that came out of this is that I met you. Even if you do scare me sometimes.” San turns and looks at me with a raised eyebrow “I scare you?” Shit. Did I just say that?! I silently stare at the ground for a bit then I sit down and continue “Yeah, it’s like you’ve forgotten that I’ve seen the aftermath of all your violent crimes, all the blackmail, extortions, the death. Ever since I became a cop I’ve been studying your every move and I’m sorry but you’re really scary in terms of what’s in your file.” San kneels next me and gently strokes my hair “I’d never do such things to you though, I…I love you far too much to hurt you like that. If anything you’ve brought out the softer side of me, something nobody including my own family has rarely seen since my father died.” I stare at the trees in the distance ever so slightly sway “I feel the same way. I care so much about you and I know you’re a good person at heart but it just freaks me out a bit when I remember how violent you are when someone gets on your bad side. I understand it’s to avenge your dad but I don’t know, the image I have of you from when I worked back at the station was really not a good one so it just keeps coming back to me even if I know you’re not truly like that.”

He sits next to me gently pulling one of my hands out of my pocket to hold it. His gaze completely softens to try and eliminate any trace of fear I have towards him. “Look, I know this life of crime for you isn’t your normal so I understand why you’d feel that way, you’re not used to it. So I respect you for even agreeing to do this hit to begin with but just remember that for you, I’m willing to take a bullet just so you’d be safe.” I look over at San who’s expression seemed sincere with a hint of him feeling hurt he then continues and says “I know you still don’t fully trust me and I understand that. I don’t blame you, so please don’t beat yourself over it. I promise I’ll do everything in my power so you can trust me.” I tilt my head and rest it on his shoulder while I hold his arm “Thank you for all the kindness you’ve shown me from the very beginning. I know you didn’t choose to be born among chaos.” He gently kisses the side of my head “It’s funny how we started off practicing and now we’re just sitting here like this.” I smile and stand up, pick up the gun again and hand it to San “You want to practice too?” San smiles with his dimples fully visible “Actually, I like watching you shoot it’s pretty hot.” I let out a scoff “Oh, shit. Okay well in that case I’ll take this back then.” I take the gun and begin to load it and a few seconds later I turn back and notice San looking at me with his face in his palms. I turn back and my ears and face heat up. I really don’t deserve him, but having him at my side brings so much comfort to me especially after my "death" and how two faced my old boss is I’m just hoping he won’t change his mind about me eventually.

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[cyansyrup]

Burned Lace

Verse I - Mischief Night

Pairing: Ghost x Devil!Reader (AFAB reader)

Synopsis: You are the devil that has taken a liking to a very specific soldier. His soul weeps, and no one seems fully able to answer the call until you begin sneaking into his room during the darkest hours of the night.

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Dubcon, somnophilia (sorta), teratophilia, possessiveness, monsterfucking

(Let me know if I missed anything hnnnnnnn)

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Hey y'all! I've been in fanfic spaces for years at this point, and this is one of my first times trying my hand at some fics of my own! Tumblr fic debut? Tumblr fic debut.

Also this originally was supposed to be a oneshot, but I got way too attached to the idea of girlboss devil shenanigans that I couldn't end things here so expect more soon! ;)

(Sorry for any misspellings or cringe lmaoooo have a great day)

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Humans living with internal despair weren't something out of the ordinary. It kept the universe balanced, as all things should be.

Him, however...

It started off as you curiously spectating the human issues that overtook their world. Being a devil wasn't all underground parties and group escapades where you'd explore the bodies of your peers until the waking hours of the sun, after all. Your job, in a nutshell, keeps the world in balance. You learned names, masqueraded with different faces, and you never disrupted the flow of their daily lives.

Well... 'never' was a bit of a lie.

You were a devil. Simple as that. You feed easiest off of negative emotions, aggression, and the run-of-the-mill sins. Pride, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Lust… It was all sustenance for you. Eventually, you learned to seek these energies from spaces with a healthy mix of them. You began to frequent military bases, slinking through barracks buildings and training facilities. It was a wonder how so many humans in one place would wake up at such ungodly hours and not tear each other to shreds in the days following. They were so intriguing in those moments.

You watched from afar at first, disguised amongst the crowds of recruits, taking the form of hostages or even shrouded in the shadows of his room as he sat awake with no one but the creaking of the floorboards to keep him company. You knew you were overstepping boundaries for a random human. Though, you couldn't help the way those mournful, heavy brown eyes gazed at the ceiling before he slept each night. It was as if he were searching for something long lost, something that'd never be found. Some days you’d be lucky enough to be nearby when he finally took his mask off in the deeper hours of the night. He liked to stand in front of the bathroom mirror after his grooming routines, to just… stare. Humans loved to do that alot, you noted. Their minds hung heavy with the day’s woes and burdens. Most of the time they’d be working themselves to the bone and thus, often didn’t afford themselves the luxury of rest. This man was one such person.

Soon enough, you'd like to occupy the place of that something.

“Ghost,” Was what the other humans called him most. He preferred it that way. You’d follow suit for his comfort, running beside the little team of rookies that took up drills in the mornings. You made sure not to make yourself too noticeable in the fray, until one day you couldn’t help yourself when the two of you locked eyes as he watched you jog past. The air around him was thick, nearly suffocating as if to tell others to stay away. He did everything in his power to make his personal space known to recruits. With sharp eyes, a rough voice, and large stature, he had fully built an instruction manual that needed no words to understand. Those who knew what was good for them did what they could to follow suit.

It didn't take long for you or your peers to find out that he belonged to a special group dubbed the 141. It always amused you how humans so easily categorized themselves and each other. You did have to admit–they were an impressive bunch. You found it a bit unfortunate that you couldn’t get too close to them. Ghost was already a boundary you were well overstepping. You paused for a moment as the two of you locked eyes, and you offered him a light smile as you approached. You always made sure your human look was down to the T, your natural eyes would give you away the easiest in the uniform you wore.

“Doing okay this morning, Lieutenant?” You offered him. Your voice hung in the air like bubbles before dispersing, as if chased away and dried out by the aura he kept around him. Interacting with humans would be much easier if they all had the same personality, you declared to yourself.

“...’M fine.” He responded. His voice reminded you of the old stray cats you’d sneak off to play with in the night. Unbothered, so long as you did not overstep. You gave him a smile, half-expecting him to return the question. Though, you weren't all too surprised when he tossed back a gruff, “Back to it, then.” after an awkward silence around the both of you. You decided to leave it at that, sprinting back over to rejoin the group.

His soul hung heavy with each step he took, each life ended, each drop of blood spattered on the British flag patch he wore across his uniform's sleeve. It never scared you--you'd be a blazing hypocrite to even complain, anyway. Sometimes, you even liked to watch in the shadows as his knife met the jugular of some sorry adversary. He knew his way around a weapon, and it excited you in a deep, connected way. Unlike many questionable human men you’ve latched onto in the past, you could never sense any excitement from him when he downed another member of an opposing party. It was more an emptiness that flashed through him for a moment, before the kick of adrenaline ran through him once more. The days spent dodging gunfire and evading certain death wound him up like a tightrope, or a rubber band pulled to the furthest point of tension.

You wanted to snap that rubber band.

It didn't take long for you to slip into his bedroom through the shadows again. After the day’s chaos had subsided and the little ecosystem on base began to quiet, everyone returned to their places in their respective rooms at the barracks. Tonight, you'd make yourself known.

You were patient. Oh so patient in allowing him to finish up his nightly routine, all the way up until he finally succumbed to the throes of sleep. He had nightmares often–that much you knew very well. Occasionally, he'd wake up in the dead of the evening and leave to run until he couldn't think of his traumas anymore. Other nights he sat awake until he could drift off again. You wanted to hold him during those nights. His room was cold, but you'd make him feel like a furnace had been chucked into the shabby bed with him.

You lurked in the shadows of his room once again, observing as his body lurched and twitched in his sleep. Now was usually when his nightmares occurred. You could sense it–the energies that flowed through him as he went through the punishments of his subconscious mind. Tonight, however, you wouldn't let those images wreak havoc on him much longer. You slipped out from your obscured hiding spot, crossing the space of the room to greet his sleeping form. His chest rose and fell in even-enough intervals, but his eyebrows knotted and un-knotted in obvious discomfort.

You waited for a moment, eyes raking over his chiseled and scarred features. He was beautiful. Blonde tufts of hair matted against his pillow while matching eyelashes fluttered against his cheekbones. Oh, those scars. You've seen the darkest parts of humanity, and scars were a testament to what men like Ghost were put through. Devils like yourself didn't scar as easily, atleast not from something as harmless to you as a gunshot wound or the blade of a knife. Of course, you had no problem making a show of it whenever you needed to masquerade as one of them.

Gently, you reached a hand out, long nails immediately retracting so that you wouldn't add to the scars on his face. You began to morph into your human form once again, the human shape you favored nowadays as it was the one you held in a past life, long ago. Slowly, the back of your knuckles caressed the semi-warm skin of his cheek. Light sleeper that he was, his eyelids raised slowly, before snapping open. "The fuck…?" He asked groggily, leaning up. As if it were second nature, his hand began to reach for the handgun he kept stashed in the drawer of his nightstand. "What in hells–"

"Shh… easy, easy." You cooed, grasping for his wandering hand. Thanks to your inhuman physicality, you could hold him in place or even toss him across the room should the opportunity present itself. "You're dreaming, Simon." You hummed, gently pressing him back into the bed as your legs moved to straddle him above the sheets. He certainly wasn't dreaming, though you decided it'd be better to not have to explain why an unknown woman was not only naked in his bedroom, but had the strength to pin him to the bed. "I'm not here to hurt you, okay?" Your voice and scent did wonders to relax him once again (despite his better judgment) and he took your senseless explanation without much more coercion.

"What's happening…?" He whispered, half to you and half to himself. His voice still held the remnants of sleep that threatened to reclaim him, and your effects on him didn't at all help with the dizzying of his senses.

So beautiful.

"I'm taking care of you," You breathed, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "You're real wound up, you know that?" You mentioned, settling yourself right over his crotch. Just a little, you'd roll your hips to test his reaction. His brows knotted, and he tensed. "I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you want it," You promised, running a hand from his jaw down to his clothed chest. As your hand explored, your finger hooked onto the collar of his shirt to pull a little, and slid down to expose one of his more prominent chest scars. The oldest among them turned stark white against his already-pale skin, a testament to just how much he'd been through and for how long.

You were enamored, finding yourself taking a moment to look over them thoughtfully. "You're very pretty, Simon." You mused his real name once more. The gorgeous man in question had been a bit out of it to respond fully, heavily-affected by the thickening air you manipulated in the room. You'd be claiming him for the very first time on his bed, and you were well within your right to call him however you saw fit. (Whether or not he decided to grumble about it, he'd grow comfortable with it eventually if you moaned it sweetly enough–like all men.) His lids lowered involuntarily and you could feel his tense muscles relax evenly, the arm in your grasp going slack. You took it, and brought his hand to your hip. Being a devil, your body temperature was naturally higher than a human, and you could feel the grip of his hand seeking that warmth, pushing you closer against him.

He relaxed further, his own hips joining your movements in a heated dance with one another. Most of his reasoning melted away with each brush of your plump ass against his crotch as you straddled him firmly. You could feel him harden against you, releasing a pleased hum at the sensation. Your own heat dampened evenly, and you found yourself not even needing to deliberately bring the slick forth like you usually did with human men. He was… different. His scent, his aura, all of it. It excites you beyond explanation.

"You okay..?" You'd ask him, easing up on the air around the both of you. He still deserved to feel good, you really wanted him to feel good. You could feel the sheer length of him pressing against you, using that as the marking point to slide forward, and back, and forward, and back. This earned you a soft grunt from him and you felt his muscles tense. Your pace remained steady so as not to overstimulate him this early in the night. Thanks to your movements, his pants rolled down slightly, the pink and swollen tip of him having poked out to greet you. His breath hitched as he finally parted his lips to speak.

"Yes… I-" His speech was cut short as you pushed a bit too far, your folds sucking the swollen tip of him against you. You were soaking at this point, having caused a wet spot at the hem of his sweats. He bit down on his lip–the feel of you at his most sensitive part for the first time sent stars crashing into the back of his eyes as his lids snapped shut. His eyes opened again and looked up at you longingly, light golden lashes fanning as he silently regarded you like a long lost lover. "Please…" His deep, accented voice cracked into a low whine. He couldn't wait any longer, and you didn't want to make him. You could smell his desire, hear his heavy heartbeat and sense the blood rushing violently to his cock.

"Pull them down." You ordered him simply, raising yourself to allow him to pull down his sweats just enough for the rest of him to spring free from its confines, bumping against your clit before he grasped the base. His pants were barely halfway down his muscular thighs, but he couldn't waste another second without being inside of you. His free hand moved back to your hip, guiding you with no resistance to slot himself inside. His tip pushed you open, welcomed by your slick, tight walls before he paused to look up at you again.

"Give it a second, I'm–" You knew what he was about to say. Many women in his past needed ample time for prep before fully accepting his large girth, but those were all human women. You could take him. All of him, as quickly as he needed.

"You won't hurt me, Simon. Keep going, it's fine." You hummed, pushing your hips down further, where you immediately could trace the large vein running down his shaft. The sensation pushed a moan from your lips. "You're a big boy, huh…?" You asked, a wicked smirk gracing your face as you let gravity do the rest of the work, sliding down at an agonizing pace for him. He filled you to the brim, his size stretching you open exquisitely as you pulsed around him. You wasted no time in raising yourself up, leaving his cock wet and vulnerable against the cool air of the room, before sliding back down. You licked your lips, able to faintly taste him on your tongue as he worked you open from below. Maybe you'd taste him with your actual mouth a little later…

"Fuuuck… greedy little minx you are." He groaned, matching your tempo and fucking upward into you, the clash of both of your bodies encouraging a wet slap to ring out in the room. Simon's mind was way too cloudy to care, and it wouldn't be your problem to deal with in the morning. This reasoning was good enough for you to continue, letting your voice ring out in the room as you rode him for all he was worth. You squeezed, clenched, and gripped all over him inside and out, fingertips and nails searing hot against his pecs. Soon finding yourself trapped in an internal tug-of-war, your pupils stretch to their natural slitted shape and the glow of your eyes beginning to pulsate.

It was as if your body adapted to the rhythm of him jackhammering into your cervix without restraint, breasts bouncing as your tail wrapped around one of his arms in a tight coil. That familiar pressure built in the pit of your belly, now. Your gorgeous human's teeth gritted as his head slammed back into the pillow, a choked groan escaping from the deepest chasm of his chest. His own nails gripped into your plush skin, leaving behind a searing, fluttering pain that you accepted without protest. What started off as rising molasses exploded like a volcano as Simon's peak crashed into you, filling you deeply as your body synced up with his, and you soaked him completely.

Your own throat produced a loud, animalistic growl that soon melted into an even-toned purr as your tail slowly loosened from around his arm, leaving behind light burn marks. Your fluids mixed and mingled as you were both left lazily grinding and sliding against each other. You definitely hadn't been ready to release him from your syrupy walls just yet, opting to fall foward and greet him with a couple love bites across his chest, creeping up towards the crook of his neck. He smelled like heaven, his human scents mingling with your own as he wrapped both arms around you and buried his nose into your hair. He held you as if you'd disappear into thin air–which you usually did. Tonight though, for him, you couldn't bring yourself to.

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[britt-kageryuu]

It's another day in the lair, it's a rare day off for all the brothers, but none of them wanted to do a stream, and Donnie is doing maintenance on Shelldon, so River is going solo.

But this is not a stream, this is the guys lazing about relaxing.

Raph is soaking/submerged in the onsen, with the heater turned low, so like 70F/21C.

Mikey is basking while doing some rough drafts of a new piece he was commissioned to do. He's in a call with the person going over what they want. It's a day off from the restaurant, not the artistic rush.

Leo is going through a box that came with the fan mail. That apparently was all the questions someone didn't want to have drowned in chat, or pay to have it read.

"Why did they fill a box with fortune cookie sized pieces of paper with these questions? Why not just send a notebook?" He complains while pulling out a random slip, "I mean 'Do you guys breath through your butt like real turtles?' I mean that's one wild question to ask when they're supposed to not know we're actually mutant turtles. 'Do any of you lay eggs?' Well technically yes, but again why?"

Donnie looks up and lifts his goggles with a raised eyebrow. He only had a couple of things to put back on Shelldon left.

"I have questioned the sanity of our various fans from the beginning. Like the 300 at least people that were just watching me test the first model I had rigged." Donnie stated while carefully putting the last piece into place, "Maybe we should bring in your boyfriend, see if the views go up? Hmm?"

Leo starts to blush, and almost threw the box at him, but noticed a question that made him smirk.

"I remember Dee mentioned a girl called K, are they dating? If not is he available?"

Donnie sets Shelldon down as he turns back on, deceptively calm, then he uses his Ninpo to create a Nerf Gun (real guns are for villains only), and starts to rapid fire at Leo who runs to avoid getting hit, because those darts do hurt, alot.

This goes on for a few minutes before Leo tripped over the box that he dropped. Donnie then shot him in the back of the head one last time.

"We are even for now. Shelldon are your systems running properly?" He askes his robot son.

Shelldon lets out a digital turtle chirp, "Everything is running Awsome Dude!"

"So, we need to check over your grammar protocol, I see." Donnie is a bit unamused. His wrist computer dings with a message, "Oh River sent a message, I wonder what she needs?"

"DAD! I WANT TO TAKE A BREAK! AND I CAN'T LOWER MY VOICE PLEASE HELP!!!!!!" The message came through at full volume, that was near deafening.

"Shelldon, go take over for Sister, I need to do some debugging on her voice." Donnie instructs as he tries to make sure his hearing isn't damaged. Then went to grab his laptop.

Mikey was glad his call had ended during the chase, because he now didn't need to explain, well that loud noise, and that no it wasn't his kid, but his brothers.

Leo just stayed on the ground, and checked the live stream to see what might have caused Rivers volume to get messed up. He then sent the clip to April about their fans asking if she's hot, and single. And also a message to Raph just so he doesn't worry about the shouting.

Donnie brings a laptop and Rivers robot body, that's whimpering very loudly, because not even switching to the robot fixed her broken volume.

"Sigh, Alright River let's find out what went wrong." Donnie says as he connects to River to run a diagnostic check.

Leo gets up and gives River some pets and Mikey joins him, which leads to very loud digital purring.

"Heh, she has like the opposite problem of when we yell really loud, instead of loosing her voice, it just got stuck at max level." Leo jokes while still comforting his robot niece.

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Masterpost

I didn't know where to go from there, I just figured I'd write a little behind the scenes post.

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[meatriarch]

MEATRIARCH OVERVIEW.

m'kay so -- mostly putting this together as both a quick look for new faces & a lil' refresher for those who've been following for a while but also as a general overview on not just how i run things but also on my muses, their portrayals, some blog updates, and so on! ♡ meant for clarity & hopefully ensure there's no confusion about certain things i may mention on the dash but always feel free to shoot me a message / ask for anything further! ♡

MARIA AURORA FLORES.

starting off with my main girl, my pride & joy, my sunshine incarnate. i write maria as someone very warm & with a whole mess of love to shower on those she cares about. she is achingly sweet, doting, affectionate; she adores her friends, adores her mama & sister, has a complicated relationship with her father. i've done quite a bit to flesh her out beyond what gun's put out for her in the slightest & i love where she's grown over the months since adding her onto the roster. she is my main / primary muse -- so know i constantly yap and ramble about her, i have headcanons and lore posts sprinkled all over the blog & the archived blog. i love & adore her as a muse and she's become both incredibly special to me & easily one of my absolute favorite characters to write as. that being said, with how much i've added to her, i view my portrayal of her as more oc at this point than a character of gun -- unfridged my girl, yanked her away from them and took off with her lmao alot of what i've built with her was both greatly helped by the dynamics weaved together with my affiliates / mains' portrayals which i'll get to later on ♡ but know some things may not carry over into interactions between my maria & any duplicates of my affiliates' muses!

ANA FLORES.

i haven't gone through much writing for ana yet -- but know when i do speak of ana in a general sense on here? i am specifically referring to my own ana & my personal flores' family lore! if i refer to other ana's in future posts i'll most likely note so either by, for example, ' renee's ana ' or if its to that point in plotting, then with a dynamics tag on the post! otherwise assume when i'm yapping about ana in general i'm referring to my own portrayal of her by default! c: ( note that all you cute ana mutuals are still more than welcome to interact with posts about her / her & maria / the flores' ♡ just something to keep in mind if i refer to her in a general sense in posts! )

DANNY ALEJO - OSORIO.

ya'll may know our just some guy danny by gun's canon of him -- danny gaines. the danny here however is technically my own portrayal of danny gaines that i developed before he was officially dropped & we got his last name. should i interact with others writing danny gaines? i'm completely gucci with considering my danny & gaines as entirely separate characters! otherwise, the speedrun of my danny is as follows : danilo alejo-osorio is mexican-colombian, befriended maria in their early teens. he comes from a broken family with a very fractured & a.busive father, his mother returned to colombia and started another family there believing he'd have a better life staying in the states. he went through a very rough period hanging with a real shitty crowd of so-called friends, got into a shitton of fights, broke into homes and businesses with them, stole shit, broke shit, just in general not great influences. a break-in went wrong, his "friends" scattered, and he was arrested when the police showed up, and spent time in juvie for it. none of those friends ever came by. his father didn't, none of his family did. maria, her mother and ana, instead, were his constant visitors. and it was her coming to see him, her encouragement and push for him to do better is what finally made him realize he needed to turn his shit around. at the point of maria going missing & the house, danny's going to trade school by the southern coast for ship & underwater welding courses & training. he & maria are best friends. he is her ride, die, kill. gun noted once upon a time how strong dannys' devotion to her is -- my danny is very much devoted to her. he would kill for her without hesitation -- and not in his dire au's, even, but just in general. danny would do anything for those he cares about. any of the friendgroup. my danny is gaines but stronger - thanks for coming to my t.ed talk. (:

THE FLORES FAMILY.

my personal take / lore is as follows basically : papa flores ( ramón ignacio ) & mama flores ( carmen ainara ) were long-term sweethearts whose marriage and little family seemed perfectly ideal. however, the closer that their eldest daughter, maria, got to her teen years, the sicker carmen started to become. she attempted to keep it under wraps, hush-hush from the girls' to not worry or scare them. but she was diagnosed with a lung disease ( p.ulmonary f.ibrosis fingerguns @ silver for same braincell lmao ) that is considered ( esp in the 70s likely ) to be terminal. while the girls' weren't aware of her being ill to that degree, ramon fully was. and the stress of coming to terms with his wife being sick and finding out that she may eventually pass due to it, so he claims, "caused" him to start an affair. carmen does find out, and ramon removes himself from the flores' family home to move in with his affair partner. maria, being forgiving and more gentle-hearted compared to ana, attempted to still paint him in a positive light so that ana wouldn't resent him. tried to give him the benefit of the doubt -- that he at least still did love them all. that he'd keep the promises to still be active in their lives, still show up when he said he would -- however, there's only so many excuses, so many promises broken, so many calls never ringing through, before that hope crumbles. ana would witness both her mother & maria deal with their fathers' heartbreak through closed bedroom doors, and it'd only make her despise him more for it. when maria later goes missing, ramon returns to try and help in whatever ways he can -- and ana is very unreceptive to him being there. he lost his chance in her eyes to play "dad" to them. and she makes it known clearly to him how much she resents him and reminds him he's got no place in their family, anymore. that he's there ONLY to help find maria and not to expect shit from any of them.

THE HEWITTS & THE SAWYERS.

by default, i say a giant fuck you to the difference in continuity's when it comes to the family! i write the hewitt's as an extension of the sawyer ( or, slaughter ) family tree. the hewitts & sawyers connected when luda mae married charlton hewitt sr. luda, in my personal canon, was born into the family through one of grandpa sawyers' many kids' he's taken in over his long-fuckin'-ass lifespan lmao alot of the family dynamics that are my canon here stem from lamb & i's back & forths. i find blending the various iterations of the family -- from originals to remakes etc -- as all just extended families to each other alot easier to work around and opens the door to more interactions with canons' from other versions of tcsm! c: i'm currently slow-piecing together a family tree of the hewitt-sawyers based on that blended concept. to the sawyers, luda is referred to by aunt or grandma ( sometimes ma luda, even ) and thomas is referred to as cousin tommy.

THOMAS & THE TITLE OF "L.EATHERFACE".

i was going to make this its own post but i'll add to this one instead. but with the idea of the hewitts & sawyers being just on massive family unit? of course there's the question of how the fuck do both thomas & bubba ( or other iterations of LF ) work then? i'd argue its primarily due to the fact that those who don't personally know them both don't know their actual names, and simply refer to them by the most notable feature -- the masks. with my thomas, yes, he does take faces of victims and he does wear them. however. thomas' skin condition -- flesh-eating disease / tumor growths on his face -- is why he wears his animal-leather half-mask. that half mask is his primary mask. he is almost always wearing that or varying versions of it. when thomas DOES skin someones' face to wear? it is almost always out of rage. hatred. it's done to intimidate. to unsettle. its from back in september but, one of my thomas' replies to kels notes this about thomas! the masks of both animal & human leather are still very much a part of thomas as i write him -- but, when it comes to the hewitt-sawyers being one family unit & thomas & bubba co-existing? "l.eatherface" becomes a title in a sense -- two giant motherfuckers who wear masks?? they get confused for one another. despite thomas being arguably much larger both being beefy & being 6'9 compared to bubba. they both don't really stray far from home. how often do outsiders get a chance to see them both separately let alone close to one another? likely not a common sight. it'd be very easy to spot one of them and then assume they are one in the same, honestly. that's how i go about things here, at least! it ties into more, again, of the back-&-forths lamb & i have minecrafted especially but, i'm all for altering that for specific interactions for those who don't want to meddle with all of that! (:

NANCY.

spooky momther will retain what her abilities have grown into by my personal headcanons across the board! however there are certain points to how i portray her that, from any posts about her i've made, are tied into lamb's johnny and so know that there will be differences in how she may be with other johnnys! i'm all ears to how different nancy & johnny's relationship can turn out! if theres anything i feel overlaps with other dynamics of theirs, i will let you know and we can work something else out c:

GENERAL PORTRAYAL NOTE.

mentioned it already but : all muses here are very heavily canon-divergent & built out from their canon lore by my own brainrot going wild with them all. with that in mind, i do just about consider each of my portrayals of these muses as my own oc's at this point with how much i've added onto them / built them up from literal nothing like in maria's case. i'm more than happy to either adapt how i write any of them to better fit into anyone elses' takes! and i'm more than happy to welcome more into the brainrot that i've minecrafted with the flores' or the hewitt-sawyers etc! that's something to come from plotting however! if we haven't really spoken ooc / etc then i default to a more general vision of the characters for the time being. i'm all up for taking different routes with new writing partners so please don't be shy about reaching out! c: if theres anything that conflicts with pre-existing personal lore of mine or is too similar to plots or dynamics i have already, i'll let you know and try to offer alternatives!

AFFILIATE PORTRAYALS & RELATED AU'S.

i have a few writing partners who i am affiliated with & with their respective tcsm canon muses. kels' leland, rae's connie, & lamb's johnny -- when i refer to leland/lee or connie or johnny in general on my posts, do know i am specifically referring to their portrayals as my general lore across my blog takes their muses & the dynamics built between them into account ♡ like i mentioned in ana's lil section, i'll start to make note in posts when i am referring to duplicate johnnys / lelands / connie's / etc for when im mentioning others' portrayals specifically! by default though i am always referring to my affiliates' portrayals when i post c: just wanted to clarify that though in case it was at all confusing or unclear ♡ affiliate verses here are as follows so far : - cold case ( cc / maria's dire au ; with lamb's johnny ) - no one saved you / we saved us ( nosy / wsu / maria & leland's joint dire au ; with kels' leland & lamb's johnny ) - oath binded ( maria & johnny's red string & reincarnation au / with lamb's johnny ) and then the still babiest dire au for my danny, - choke chained ( with lamb's johnny ). these verses, for me, are strictly worked with lamb ( & with kels for nosy/wsu ) -- meaning i'm not writing in them or doing similar au's with other portrayals of johnnys or lelands! again in case i haven't been clear on it before and it causes any confusion or anything! ♡

MARIA & JOHNNY.

i am not going to be shipping maria in any romantic / intimate sense nor am i open to any prolonged captive plots & interactions with other portrayals of johnny sawyer. those types of dynamics & interactions i've decided from this point on to close that for my maria to lamb's johnny ( @johnnysslaughter ) ♡ there has been a lot of plotting & build up between my portrayal of maria & lamb's portrayal of johnny and their varying dynamics across verses / au's and their different trajectories. and because of how many different iterations of their dynamic has been pieced together, i personally am not going to be taking other plots / dynamics with other johnny's that fall under the same umbrella as the dynamic between our maria & johnny do -- again meaning, i personally won't be shipping romantically / intimately nor will I take on plots that run parallel to cold case / no one saved you re: maria being taken captive for a prolonged period of time with other johnnys. alot of this decision on my part is very much due to how much we have developed them together -- another big part of it is my trust & comfort level with lamb to explore those dynamics between maria & johnny. this doesn't mean we are exclusive to one anothers' portrayals -- i am happy to write with other johnny's! and lamb is welcome to interact with other maria's! but from this point onward, i will only ship maria & johnny with lamb. ♡

#[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * psa. #just to offer some clarity and to update in a sense how i run things / how my portrayals go / etc etc here!! esp for the newer faces c: #esp with how i personally structure the family in my baseline canon across the blog. bc i feel some may get confused why #i talk about the hewitts as being part of the family despite being a different iteration of them c: #i may either add onto / do an additional post at another time if i remember things i forgot to note but. for now this is fine lmao #it went longer than i intended to anyways-

[sillyparker]

(mcu!)Peter's love for Spider-Man

I saw a few reddit comments that frankly really bothered me, so I just wanted to ramble about how Peter being somewhat bothered by having to be Spider-Man in ffh and nwh (ffh esp) is more than insanely justified. He will never hate being Spider-Man, infact i think his trauma likely will spur him on to do more and more, either as an escape or a chance to help people the way he hadn't been helped, either way I believe post nwh Peter definitely still finds his joy in being Spider-Man, it'd be literally impossible to just up and make him stop. This part is more of a personal hc before I get into the rest of the post, but I think if he desired to give Spider-Man up after everything, he would have chosen to make the world forget that instead, from what I understand it would have still relieved his troubles, as nobody knows who Spider-Man is, so why would they know Peter?

Far From Home. People take the way Peter acts during the film as him no longer liking being Spider-Man, and it frankly feels very.. ignorant of like literally everything Peter has gone through, honestly. ffh is post endgame, which good fucking god - that is the most trauma inducing experience any possible 15 (16?) year old teen could endure, now im talking both infinity war and endgame, because both are just as bad. In infinity war, he obviously fights alot, not as much as he does in the second film, but it's still very rough, and well he sorta dies, which I'm sure takes a rather extreme toll on him as he could likely feel absolutely everything happening, because of his healing factor, and spidey sense, it's just a very very scary experience, hell I wouldn't be shocked if Peter was drop dead terrified everytime he felt his spidey sense, (he isn't, but I wouldn't put it past being very possible).

And, in endgame he had to hold the gauntlet for an extended period of time from an insane amount of creatures, he literally was holding the future of the entire world in his hands, I would imagine that'd be actually very, very scary. He's consistently put in unfair positions and made to just 'deal' with it, I'm sure he expected some of this but I cant firmly believe he thought he'd end up in such a crazy situation. Now, most obviously the very big part of endgame - Tony Stark fucking died dude!?!?! Let the kid have some time to grieve... not that he ended up getting any, he's literally already lost his parents, (possible uncle), and now his pseudo father, and shit does he lose more right after in such a tiny timespan.

Point is, yeah the fact he want's a goddamn break is not the most insane thing that's happened, god forbid a thoroughly traumatized teenager wants a break without needing to have the burdens of the world (literally) on him again. It just gets to me each time there are such crazy expectations for him, as if any a bunch other characters or people wouldn't literally crumble into pieces if they experienced the amount of stress a kid like Peter is holding constantly. We also get an actual insight on an exact thing I mentioned, where he has a talk with Mysterio where he just wanted to be a normal kid for at least a few seconds, and god is he owed all of that and more. He never got a break, he never got a real chance to comprehend everything that went around him, he got pulled into a fucking other world crisis and yeah - sue him for being exhausted, and not motivated to attempt that all again.

No Way Home. Okay, to start this off - What the fuck? I don't know how obvious it has to be, but the fact Peter is not ecstatic to be Spider-Man after not only having his "identity revealed, but (all I'm about to say is from ffh, still going to get into nwh in a second) almost being killed multiple times, been manipulated by another adult in his life, had his trauma and losses smeared all across his face, faced with taking down an entire insanely large army of killer - explosive - drones, also faced with the fear of accidentally being the cause for a massive incident", is a VERY fair reason, I genuinely think if he stopped being Spider-Man right then and there, everybody he knew would probably support him, because god the things he went through is mind boggling, I don't know how to capture the amount of damage that must have done to Peter, not even just mentally but like quite literal brain damage, he's a kid - no world this severe amount of trauma is taken any forms of lightly. (Which is sorta shown, when Happy goes to pick up Peter on the flower field, and Peter being afraid of Happy maybe not being real)

I wish people gave Peter more credit than they think he deserves, also god Peter fights to be Spider-Man still all throughout nwh, he does his 'duty' by saving all the villains (whilst experiencing the most heinous levels of grief, post May's death), and does everything he can to save the people of their possible destruction, etc. One could fight for the fact Peter.. sorta did cause all of that, even if indirectly - but honestly, I genuinely cannot imagine a different outcome. "What if he went to the lady first, like Strange suggested" It definitely would have not worked, she literally only agreed because he saved her from a being that wouldn't exist had it not been for the earlier mess up, I literally cannot imagine how he would have been able to get any of fixed or back to a state of tolerable at the very least. Peter deserves (and wants) to not live his life as horrible as expected it'd be, he'd never get to any form of normal again, everything he loved was on the line, and half of the world hated him, (alot, wanted him dead or -behind bars).

Peter Parker is just a kid, that is the first and foremost the most important aspect to his character, because the way everything is affected is so so different its ridiculous, the way he will function as a whole when older is very starkly different had this happened to somebody around the age as most of the avengers, all because his brain is just simply not capable of handling such amount's of trauma, or stress. And the way he functions now is so important too, because he's a kid, n' hell will it be obvious how childish he can think or act.

Lastly, another thing I simply hate that people do is when they find the idea of Peter having trauma unrealistic. I'm very much thinking too hard about his character probably, but he is a character with such complex details, and his life is splayed out infront of us through the films, giving us every event that could likely be a cause of something to happen one day, or something that is a cause of an action he already did. I hate that people think just because he's a movie character he's unable to be an actual person in his world, like how everything is simply black and white when it comes to characterization.

Side Note, - this totally turned into just plain out angry rambling, as I've been just annoyed as a whole ever since I started writing this all. so mind anything I say that may be incorrect, I'm defensive about Spider-Man at 8am in the morning and I haven't slept yet, so typos will be made, and some sentences will probably seem confusing.

(next day now and I think i fixed everything(??), I had decided to post this tomorrow/now when I was more comprehensible)

#spiderman #peter parker #marvel mcu #mcu #far from home #no way home #is this good tagging #im still testing this stuff out #sorry about the length #i usually keep my long rants on main

[miss-atena]

HEY HEY HEY! Its me yet again, I know u missed me alot. But I wanted to request a Tim Wright (obviously) x Reader where Tim has the hanahaki disease, like, he loves reader but reader doesnt love him back bc he (Tim) never opened up about his feelings, it ends in a fluffy thing with reader reciprocating his feelings , but with a bunch of angst on the middle. If its too much for u you dont need to do it! Stay hydrated, eat something and take a break every once in a while.

-XOXO, ur best bud

Inhales deeply

Y'know how much I love angst don't ya?

Thanks for requesting this, because now i wanna write more angst stuff ehehe

TW: emetophobia, Hanahaki disease, hurt comfort.

Tim Wright with hanahaki disease x Reader

Tim knew it was gonna be rough. He couldn't open up to you, even after the years of friendship. And now, with the whole operator stuff, it would be even less likely for him to spend time with you.

What made it hurt, beside the petals and blooming flowers on his lungs, was that he felt like he would die to anything at this point.

Back when everything was normal, the petals still bloomed inside of him, but he could hide it. You were with Brian, he couldn't do this to his best friend from all his life.

But by god, were his feelings real.

Then you and Brian broke up, near the start of the Marble Hornets production.

But still, Tim couldn't open up. He felt guilty, and gross for doing so. So he sank his feelings deep down, and only comforted you, like the good friend you saw him as.

Then Jay appeared. And everything went to chaos. Tim's life went upside down.

He would wake up with limbs hurting, his fingers semi broken, and a lot of petals right in his mouth, coming for the next round of vomiting.

He was already feeling dead inside, and was just waiting to actually die.

...

That's when you got yourself in the middle.

Fucking Jay contacted you to get yourself involved and help them, since you were one of the smartest students from college.

Tim didn't want you to die. He couldn't beat it. If that happened he would kill Jay himself, instead of waiting for Alex to fucking do it.

He pushed you to the side, on the hospital ruins. It was now or possibly never ever.

He finally opened up. He told you how he had loved you for so long, but was afraid. Afraid of not only losing you, but Brian and his other friends.

He opened up about his feelings of being dead. He opened up about his fear of dying, or even losing you. He wanted you away from Jay, so at least you would be safe.

But you, as stubborn as you always were, stood your ground and said no. You wouldn't be leaving him to suffer alone.

He didn't have time to talk about the disease, since his coughing fits soon showed the petals getting out of him, and the vomited flowers with blood showed you what you needed to see.

While all of Tim's life went through that route, you were dreaming.

You broke up with Brian earlier that year because you were into Tim. He was alright with that, as long as you didn't leave him as a third wheel.

You were thinking of how to ask Tim out. You didn't know much of him, besides what Brian got to tell you about him, but you were so sure you loved him.

When you told Tim all of that, the Wright hugged you, crying. He cried like a child, and asked you to forgive him.

You, instead, cleaned his face and kissed his cheek.

"Tim... If you go down, then I'm going with you. I'm not leaving you behind, got it?"

He nodded, while still shaking... Then he heard it.

"Aww, you two are so cute"

And in unison, you said

"JAY IF YOU ARE FUCKING RECORDING THIS WE WILL KILL YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD"

I hope you like it. I needed to add a comic ending, because i thought it would be a good break lsjsksnsksns

Anyway thanks for asking lil bro, i hope u enjoy it!

#creepypasta #marble hornets #tim wright x reader #tim wright marble hornets #tim wright #hanahaki disease #tw blood #tw emetophobia #cw hurt comfort #marble hornets x reader #anon ask #goblin writting #thanks for the request!

[floydsmuse]

Meggy I've gotta stop, I know you just answered but I'm absolutely dying over Rhett Abbott!!!!! (lol).

Maybe a few very random thoughts, but I hope these will make you smile a little bit (lol).

Rhett's always had a few comfort books or movies growing up which are still his absolute favorites. Alot of it stems from when he was a kid and Perry would be an absolute asshole to him which pissed Royal off to every degree.

Rhett remembers being very, very little, like preschool/kindergarten age and crawling into Royal's lap at night. Royal would be dead-ass tired from being out with the hands all day and dealing with Perry's behavior issues but he'd always make time for Rhett. Rhett's favorite story that Royal would read to him was "The Indian In The Cupboard" and it was also one of his favorite movies. Rhett still has the whole book series and both he and Royal will read to the babies when nobody else can.

His comfort movies have always been stuff like Indiana Jones, The Goonies (especially The Goonies, he swears that the babies are gonna be the gang from that, lol), Legend (the 1985 Tom Cruise film) and 101 Dalmatians. Usually around Christmas it's "The Muppet Christmas Carol" and The Polar Express that are his go-tos.

You both adopted Amy when she was a baby. Literally from the moment she was born, you and Rhett took her to protect her from her birth parents and ever since then she called you and Rhett "momma and dada". When it came to movies, Amy is a Disney girlie through and through! She loves Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Cinderella and all the old school Disney movies just as much as she loves Lilo and Stitch as well as Frozen.

When Amy started school, you and Rhett sent her to one of those outdoorsy hippie schools because Rhett, Royal and Cecelia not only knew like half the teachers there, but they knew it would be awesome for Amy. Usually at those schools (I'm doing my teaching program for one) they have kids in the Early Childhood pick a symbol for their cubbies instead of having their name and Amy chose a bull-rider for hers because of Rhett.

Meggy I didn't wanna make this too long or too short and I don't like spamming the inbox immediately after somebody's answered, but I just can't help it (lol).

Mary my darling! thank you for sending in these Rhett thoughts :) i’ve had a rough day & these definitely made me smile.

my face instantly lit up at you mentioning the “Indian in the cupboard!” I remember reading the book in elementary school & watching the movie too! 🥰 also really liking the fact that some of Rhett’s comfort movies include Indiana Jones & the Goonies! & omg funny enough, i watched both the muppets christmas carol & the polar express the other night! haha :))

love the idea of reader and Rhett adopting Amy and bringing her under their wing. her calling you mama & Rhett dada is just :,) so precious! Amy being a disney girlie seems so fitting & i can relate! i dressed up as the princesses for halloween when i was little hehe☺️ the symbol on Amy’s cubby !!! Mary please!!! Amy choosing a bull-rider for Rhett couldn’t be more perfect 🥹 i love it so much. you have me smiling ear to ear thinking about this & boy did i need it today.

Mary, seriously thank you again for sending in these little thoughts. i always get a kick out of them & get so excited when i see you’ve left me something new in my box💕 you’re the best !

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett thoughts/thots <3 #outer range

[jeongsoo-jin]

Hello, i wanted to request a smut of hyunjin where he fucks his girlfriend really to hard, so the next day she has alot pain on her lower part. She told hyuniin and he apologized for that and said, that he really didn't want to go that hard on her. He bought chocolates and this stuff and they watched a movie togheter, while he gave her ALOT of kisses and hugs. He just wanted to show her that he didnt ment to fuck her so hard,so he showed her how much he loves her. Could you write that for me?🩵 How much time do you need and can you link It?

Warnings: None really, Slightly suggestive, terms of endearment used (love, baby), Mentions of food

Authors Note: I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you asked for cause it doesn't have any smut, but I was in a fluffy mood ig. it's still cute nonetheless. 😅

You awake on your side of the bed, with your boyfriend, Hyunjin’s arm slung around you; his chest pressed against your back. There is an uncomfortable aching sensation in your lower abdomen, and you attempt to stand to go to the bathroom, and the subtle aching quickly turned to stabbing pain when you got to your feet. You let out a slight mewl of pain, and Hyunjin shifted in the bed. You sit back on the edge of the bed, as he sits up against the headboard and blinks the sleep away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking at you concerned.

“It hurts” you say with a huff.

“What, your stomach?” he suggests, moving to sit next to you on the edge of the bed, as you nodded. “Was I too rough, love? I’m sorry”

“It’s alright. I’m just a little sore” you laugh.

“Can I do anything for you?” He inquiries

“Maybe you could help me to the bathroom?” you suggest.

He smiles before standing in front of you, grabbing your hands into his as he pulls you up and walks backwards leading you into the bathroom. He closes the door behind him, to go find the remote to the tv on the nightstand. He puts your favourite show on before he hears the bathroom door creak open, and you follow shortly after; holding onto the doorframe for support as you make your way back into the bedroom. Hyunjin helps you back into the bed before finding his shoes and announcing he would be back in a few minutes.

He comes back shortly after with two bags in his hand; One, a bag from your favourite restaurant, and the other, a grocery bag. He sets both of the bags down on the foot of the bed, and looks at you with a grin, his eyes sparkling. He pulls the food out of the bag, then moves to the other bag. He pulls out a box of chocolates, your favourite chips, and a few other snack foods. He sits next to you, and presses a kiss to your temple before speaking.

“I’m really sorry for hurting you, I didn’t mean to, I guess I just got ahead of myself.” He chuckled.

“It’s okay baby, I know you would never hurt me on purpose” you say smiling up at him.

He smiles back, hugging you before suggesting watching a movie. You agree and scroll through the tv trying to find something before settling on something Hyunjin wanted to watch. Halfway into the movie, Hyunjin moves lower in the bed to be able to reach your legs. He begins massaging the muscles in your calves, before moving up to your thighs. He finishes rubbing out the knots in your muscles then moves back up to do the same to your shoulders and neck from behind you.

“Thank you, baby” you say, smiling back at him over your shoulder. He hums as he presses a kiss to your left shoulder, mimicking the same one thing on the right. Soon you settle into each other, you lay back against his chest from between his legs as he plays with your hair, making you drift off to sleep.

“I love you” he whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear before sleep overcomes you.

#stray kids #skz fluff #straykids hyunjin #skz hyunjin #skz hyunjin fluff #스트레이키즈 #스키즈 #스키즈 현진 #fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin

[eleven441]

The Jetz 1 WWE

(ft. The Bloodline, Jey USO , Tenaya, Naomi and other WWE superstars)

(based on fast an furious, idk which one though 🤷 maybe 6 or 7)

"So how the hell are we gonna handle the black 9's when they roll through!!!" Yelled Jey, my husband.

He was yelling at Sami Zayn, a close family friend. Incase your asking , Jey was yelling it him because we didn't have any weapons in place. We wanted to get back at the Black 9's for ambushing our company for agents , spies and hackers. HE , was in charge of the weapons we needed to get back at em.

The Black 9 is a mafia gang, made up of some of the toughest people ever known. Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor, Dominic masterio (aka mop top😆🖕) , JD whatever in one section and sadly... The people in the other section is our family. Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and. Roman Reigns.

Jey was hella mad , but that turned me on , Soo much. He was smoking hot, in his jet black suit and a black bandana in his head. I was wearing some leather black track pants, a grey vest and some sneakers. With a black F1 racing jacket.

"For the last time, I don't know. I've looked everywhere. They were , where they were supposed to be!" Jey looked at him with a furious face and then calmed down. "Look Sami , I just want you to find every weapon you lost, aight!?" He said looking him in the eye."Yes sir" he sighed rolling his eyes.

Jey quickly turned away from him and stormed Into the kitchen were I was. I heard everything because I was in the next room. "So what the FUCK we gonna do now ? " I asked with a slight frown on my face.

" I don't even know baby" He walked to me and pulled my chin to his mouth to give me a sweet little kiss. He also kissed our son. I was holding him in the arms. "Don't worry Jas , daddy gonna figure it out"

Jaseh Safari Fatu🤗💙💕

I know the baby's still young but sheeeesh , he knows alot and he real gangsta. " Yo Tee , im gonna give Montez a call.."

Jey Uso Pov😎

I took out my phone (iPhone) and dialed Montez

Big Ford💲

"Ayyy, Jey , wassup G??"

"Alot Tez , wassup whichu???"

"nothing much , wus going on???"

"Man Sami lost alla my weapons! Now we have nothing to use"

"Damn, that man (laughs) aight come over and we'll talk"

"Ok , see you this evening"

"Yeah G , see you then"

I hung up my phone and put it back in my pocket. All I could do was look at my gorgeous wife and my adorable son. I couldn't help but think of the fact that I was planning on killing my brothers and my cousin. Nah they need to learn their lesson.

Ford , Bianca , and Dawkins are our best friends. We help eachother in everything including this... They need to have their way too. I went over to Tenaya and gave her a rough slap on her fat ass.

"Ow!, Jey" she yelped while feeding Jas. I then took a hand full and squeezed it. "Mmmm baby" I groaned behind her , kissing her neck. "Mmm Jey baby , not now. I don't wanna get wet already..."

I shifted my attention to my son , who was looking up at us with curiosity. Thank goodness he can't talk .He won't remember much , but trust me he has an idea. "I'm gonna pound that pussy later" I said,biting my lower lip. "Okay daddy" she responded.

So I just went to the take a power nap...

Jey Uso -❤️

Jimmy Uso-🗨️

Solo Sikoa - 🔄

Roman Reigns - all

#jey Uso fanfic #jey uso #wwe fangiction #jey uso smut #the bloodline #jimmy uso

[sluttedoutforlasquadra]

So, care to share some info about the two OCs, and especially their stands?

IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED!!

THIS IS GOING to be long

Okay so, Stromae Polnareff is Polnareff's adopted son- he took him in from the streets of France when he was about 8. He hates getting help or having to ask for it because of his tough life on the streets. But when Jotaro goes off to Morioh, Polnareff suggests the Stromae tag along- since he's an adult now and deserves independence. (Hes about 19 during DiU) Despite a rough life, he wants nothing more than to be a chef as cooking is one of the only things that makes him truly happy. He takes up an apprenticeship at Tonios restaurant, after finding out about the place through Josuke. His stand is Fortress Round UR ♡. In reference to Fortress Around Your Heart by Sting. Im still really struggling with its ability, even after two weeks of having this oc, but I have a vague idea. Fortress is a more protective and defensive stand, that acts as a shield. When active, a forcefeild will appear around Stromae- anyone who comes in contact with the field itself will have thier emotions wildly skewed and manipulated. Its an emotions-based stand, which would makes sense as Stromae struggles with his emotions. Stromaes character arc is more centered around learning to trust others and being vulnerable enough to ask for help when he needs it. I'm thinking he also turns up in Golden Wind, but probably because SWF notified him that his father in trouble.

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As for Pallas Temple. Hes a 24 year old jockey in the Steel Ball Run. Hes a very sparky and fiesty character, who often likes to taunt the other participants- but he has a good heart. Coming from an incredibly traditional background, Pallas has always longed to be a jockey- but hes parents believed that was only a man's job (Pallas is trans). Despite this, hed train tirelessly to become a great rider because he wanted to prove that he could do it. One night, while practicing- he was bucked off his horse and trampled. This left him with severe concussion that took his speech and made him terrified to get back on the saddle for a time. Not to mention, the recovery took a WHILE. Struggling with speech loss and apraxia because of his fall though wasn't going to stop him for long- as he went into the Steel Ball Run anyway. Hes hiding alot from his fellow riders, but thats fine by him. His stand, Dead or Alive- is just as wild as he can be. (Dead or Alive, by Bon Jovi) The stand itself is actually made entirely out of ransom notes, letters, and other papers. He often uses the ransom notes to speak, but this serves two purposes. Only stands users can see his notes, so he can weed them out rather easily from normal people if the are receptive to his notes. His stands true ability though (a freind helped me with this) is based on the notes aswell. In order to get out of the grasp of the stand, it opponents have to complete the tasks that the notes tell them to do. Examples would include: Cut your finger off, strip, jump off your horse. Minor to moderate tasks that are more meant to annoy but also to assert that Pallas could really control the situation if he wanted to.

Again, thank you so much for expressing interest in my ocs! It put alot of care into them and their respective designs.

#jojo steel ball run #jojo fanart #jjba part 7 #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 5 #jojo no kimyō na bōken #steel ball run #tonio trussardi #diamond is unbreakable #jjba diu #jjba part 4