#i have too much for someone who rarely rarely wears it 💀

[ofmermaidstories]

I’m thinking about coming home to see father bakugo and your daughter sitting in the living with her doing his make up 🥹 and I wanted to share that with you

and it’s your best makeup too. 😒 maybe you have like, idk, one of those hobbyist metal toolboxes that opens in tiers—katsuki bought it for you one year and at the time you had laughed. it wasn’t originally for your makeup—it’s so utilitarian, in it’s dark green. but it matches the black one katsuki had bought for himself, filled with the fine-tipped tools he uses sometimes, to repair his gear at home. 🥺 and you had liked that. 🥺 you liked that he had used something and liked it enough to want to share it with you, too. and now it’s yawning open, pilfered, your expensive eyeshadow in it’s heavy lacquered case in your daughter’s hand, your favourite lipsticks rolling around on the floor like bullet-shell casings.

and you’ve got to give them credit!!! katsuki would never let her be careless with your stuff, even if he thinks the prices you pay for some of them is ridiculous. your daughter is careful, using light fingers even as she frowns at the shimmer she’s smearing under your husband’s brows. they have the same clear, fierce gaze—when you drop your bag they both swivel to look at you, the two of them similarly glittering and rosy and your heart tightens and swells like a balloon, too full for it’s own good.

it’s so funny. your little girl is so like katsuki in moments, standoffish and assessing but when she sees you her face lights up and she’s bounding from her spot, your eyeshadow compact still in her hand as she flings herself at you, letting you pepper her face with kisses.

“you’ve done such a good job,” you tell her, brushing back her hair from her face as she grins, wide and sharp and exactly like her father.

there’s a clatter; katsuki, scooping up your errant lipsticks before standing, the leopard haul of his weight as he squints, moving to you both.

“very pretty,” you tell him fondly, reaching out to touch his jaw. his lips are shinning—a nude lip, widely applied. he bites at your palm, even as your kid makes a small, annoyed noise between you as his hand settles on her head, and when he leans in to kiss you, you smile into the taste of your lipstick.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #tbh i would be like WHY are u letting our SPAWN into my EXPENSIVE MAKEUP????? #bawl them both out 😒 #i rearranged my makeup yesterday 😌 decluttered some older pieces that had seperated #i have too much for someone who rarely rarely wears it 💀

[amphitriteswife]

📝✂️Ror/ Snv characters as Students📝✂️

Qin shin huang:

🪭 never listens to the teacher. Like ever. He just does a lot of shit and the teacher is fed up with him so they let it slide

🪭 He’s the type of student to never study or show up and still pass with ease. No one knows how, not even the teachers.

🪭’ Qin you have had like 43 periods of missed lesson and it’s not even the second semester. How the hell did u even pass my test’ ‘Sir, i am literally God’s chosen emperor’

🪭 If you’re partnered up with him, prepare to take the lead cause bro either doesn’t know shit or he aint even present to begin with

🪭Even though he doesn’t do much for projects, he still buts whatever you need for it as a way to repay you. Including if he gets food or drinks, he’s paying for them too.

🪭Has very random subjects. Mainly cause they have China in them, including Chinese.

🪭 ‘Alright, what subjects do you wish to choose to take exams from?’ ‘China’

🪭 Violates dress codes. You need to dress in uniform? He’ll wear the most lavish suit you have ever laid your eyes upon. The school has a gala and you need to dress fancy? He’ll pull up w the most casual and basic outfit ever.

🪭 If he’s actually present, which is a rare sight, he’s usually loud. Mainly cause he has lots of friends and basically knows everyone since you can get along with him greatly.

🪭 complains about a lot of subjects. Math? He hates it. Biology? It gives him big brain moment and he doesn’t get it. Literature? Not Chinese? He don’t want anything to do with it.

🪭 ‘Ma’am i’m innocent, why does thou must bestows such suffering upon me?’ ‘Qin i just asked you if you could read page 34 out loud’

🪭 popular with girls. U know how bro rizzed up Alvitr? Yeah he does that with other girls too. He’s one of the popular dudes so it’s not like it’s hard either💀

🪭He’s a kpop stan. You can’t prove me otherwise. He listens to BTS, Straykidz, Ateez, KAI, EXO, Tri.be, Itzy and a lot more.

🪭 has lots of friends to the point he almost knows the whole school. Even the new comers.

🪭He a player actually. You know how bro had like idk 39291819101 concubines? Yeah that doesn’t change here either. ‘Hannah? She was In February. Mao mao? She’s so last week’

🪭Throws house parties. The extravagant ones too. Big house, a pool, big garden, many floors. You name it. Funny thing is: it aint even the main house.

🪭won the vote for: ‘Who will most likely become a stripper at the end of the school year?’ In the year books. Most think it’s not even cause he needs money but because he’ll do it for fun

🪭 passed out during the School Gala cause he heard someone say that Sushi is Japanese.

🪭doesn’t eat cafeterias food. ‘I, Qin Shi Huang, refuse to eat this….stuff…I have my own glorious food. You’ll never catch him eat anything that isn’t Asian food.

🪭Bothers ppl during lectures. As in he turns and just stares. He’ll either smile or just keep staring to annoy you.

🪭 always goes to school functions, yet ends up being the one yall wait for to go back. He just disappears when yall arrive and spawns back 34 min late.

🪭Has started a campaign for trips to China

🪭 Had a lot of baby momma’s. He a cool dad and rich enough for it. Lowkey knows how to be a dad too

Poseidon:

🔱 he’s in the school’s swimming team and even won awards for it.

🔱 straight A+ student. He a boring one okay. He dont party, doesn’t even hang out after school. Straight home and learning.

🔱 You’ll only catch him drinking water during breaks and eating nutritious. He actually enjoys salad’s. Especially when it’s middle eastern ones. Does he know what’s in it? He thinks. But he dont care. If it healthy and it bussing it works for him.

🔱 ‘My body is a temple’ ahh student. It wouldn’t be surprising if his ass did Yoga or some meditation.

🔱 only goes to school trips if it’s on the beach or it’s for a grade. He the type of person that actually does the assignment instead of having fun.

🔱 he doesn’t have many friends and usually sticks to his brothers or has his earphones in. He’s the one that’s usually silent during that time too

🔱 He’s the honor graduate. Didn’t give a speech tho. He just grabbed the diploma and dipped. He did grab some food that was prepared

🔱 actually has a gf??🤨 like legit, and she’s the captain of the swimming team. He lowkey simps but he’s Poseidon so you probably will never notice.

🔱 was at a house party once. ONCE. Bro got wasted. He didn’t know punch contained alcohol, bro thought it was lemonade. Ate too much with alcohol in his system. I think yall can guess that it didn’t end well for em😭

🔱 He wears casual clothes, sometimes blazers. He doesn’t like yoga pants cause they look ‘lanky’ not even during Yoga

🔱 He takes notes during classes. Like every class. Every moment. He either writes them or types it on his laptop. Only shared with ppl likes. It’s always organized too.

🔱 if you’re partnered up with him, it can go two ways. He’s either doing only his part and leaves you to fend for yourself. Or he helps (rare sight) with the difficult parts.

🔱 he prefers communicating in the chat document. That way he can be home and still communicate if he needs to, he doesn’t like calling cause his brothers are loud asf, and he wouldn’t talk until necessary.

🔱 supports the school library. Mostly because it’s quiet and he likes quiet, but also because he wants to read a lot and it’s an excuse to not go home. He usually studies there too.

🔱 goes to waterparks during school breaks and posts pics on insta. Insta only too. No snap, no facebook, no bereal, no nothing. Even if he does have it, he doesn’t want others to know.

🔱 surprisingly has discord. But it’s only to play games. He curses ppl out in voice chat.

🔱 would either never have kids or ends up being a teenage dad. Dw tho, his gf can support him if he ends up being a stay at home husband.

🔱 models for extra money. Mostly tight clothes cause they gotta use that body for good advertisement.

🔱 he also hits the gym regularly, so he posts pics about him at the gym too.

🔱 has an onlyfans?????

Loki:

🎭 probably sees the school therapist. Every month too. They give him candy.

🎭 Actually likes literature, art, music and surprisingly p.e🤨 he likes p.e cause he can get his mind off things and look hood.

🎭 probably has or is in an emo phase. He has his ear pierced and wears black cargo pants. Might even have some tattoo’s.

🎭 He either annoys ppl or is very quiet. Although ppl are mostly scared when he’s quiet cause he unpredictable.

🎭 He probably goes out for walks with his earphones in after school. Like y’know when it’s raining a lil and you can smell the grass n all while you listen to music? Yeah that’s his nostalgic experience.

🎭 He writes poems in his free times or spents a lot of time in the atelier.

🎭 Had a very messy break up with sigyn and it was the hot topic in the school. It was in the school’s newspaper and everything. Even the teachers knew

🎭 he listens to a lot of music. Mostly during making art or writing. He mostly listens to: Mitsuki, Chase Atlantic, Beach Weather, The Weekend, Tylor the Creator and The Neighborhood.

🎭He either hates or loves school trips. Even if he hates the school trip he still goes, mainly because Sigyn goes. But he won’t talk to her though. Cause he too scared.

🎭 He takes aesthetically pleasing pictures of different things. He has a nature page, a dark royal one and a school one. All of em are on insta though.

🎭 he does sometimes go to parties, but he either spends a lot of time with his friends and gets wasted or goes home early.

🎭He’s friends with Hercules and Ares. Who are mostly concerned for his well being.

🎭 he also might have gotten into heavy metal and vkei. His ass might may have since it cause Sigyn likes it.

🎭 if you pared with him you, he either does stuff ir leaves it and does it on the last moment before tge deadline. His ass likes working alone. Secretly prays to be put w Sigyn

🎭 Legit had a mental breakdown in class once. I think bro is used to having em.

🎭 Got voted to be one of those pissy teachers later on in life in the year book.

That’s all for now💀 might make a part two w more characters.

⭐️tag list⭐️ @miss-seanymph-pani @tinyy-tea-cup @heldril @nicasdreamer @monstertreden @riseofamoonycake @imperfectbloodmoon @salmonpoki @snowmantita @rukia-writes @swallowtail-lotus @brokensenseofhumor @bromeliae

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv #poseidon #ror #ror qin shi huang #snv qin shi huang #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader #ror characters as student #snv characters as students #ror loki x reader #ror loki #snv loki

[slut4thebroken]

Russian Roulette

Pairing | Mitch Rapp x reader

Summary | Assassin!reader won’t talk. mitch knows just what to do to fix that Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, gun play, fear play, degradation, cnc (barely), breeding, face fucking, crying, edging, light praise, choking, brat taming, deep throating, Words | 8k Notes | Here it is folks! The long awaited russian roulette fic😌 I do plan to edit this again and republish it in the future but I’m happy with it for now. Enjoy!! (p.s. I’m more likely to post stuff that isn’t completely perfect in my eyes (even tho it’s literally still good lmao) if I have positive reinforcement😭 just an fyi if y’all want more💀) Ao3 link | <3 Masterlist

It was supposed to be a simple mission. One you’ve done hundreds of times by now.

Seduce the target, then kill the target.

Every mission, your boss gives you a name, picture, location, and time. That’s how you found yourself at a hotel bar, wearing a skimpy dress and strappy heels, waiting for Mitch Rapp.

You’re excited for this one. Usually the men are either old perverts or young, inexperienced, and cocky. But every once in a while there'd be a man who’d challenge you. A man who made the game exciting. And Mitch seems like that kind of man.

You sipped your drink and looked around the bar. Finally you saw him walk in. He went to the opposite side of the bar and ordered a drink. When he looked up, he caught your eyes. You didn’t look away and just gave him a small smile. His face was emotionless but you didn’t let that deter you. You leaned forward with your elbows on the bar, pushing your breasts together, and watched as his eyes followed the movement. When his drink was set in front of him, he grabbed it then started walking toward you, making you laugh internally. Men are so easy.

“Hi.” You said, setting your drink down after he sat next to you.

“Hi.” His voice definitely matches his face.

“I’m Evelyn.” You lied.

“Dylan.” He lied as well. Your targets were rarely smart enough to use a fake name, usually too focused on your tits and the promise of a good fuck instead.

“Do you live around here?” You asked, twirling a piece of hair around your finger.

“No. I’m here on business.” He took a sip of his drink and looked you up and down, this time spending more time on your legs.

“Oh me too. Well, business and then a little vacation time before I have to go back.” Which was another lie. You never stay anywhere right after a mission. “Although I do have time for some fun before I have to work.” You gave him a small smirk and crossed your legs, making your dress ride up your thigh.

“Oh yeah? How much time?”

“Probably a couple hours. My boss is flexible.” Lie. He hates when you’re late. But you’re horny and, target or not, there’s a hot man in front of you. He can wait a little longer than planned.

“What do you say, Dylan? Wanna keep me company for a few hours?” You set your hand on his thigh lightly. When you started sliding it up, he grabbed your wrist, his fingers completely encircling it. Probably to keep you from finding a concealed weapon.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” He said lowly.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” You bit your lip, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “C’mon, let’s have some fun.” You leaned your face closer to his and felt his grip on your wrist tighten.

“I promise I’ll be a good girl.” You whispered, breath fanning against his lips. His eyes roamed your face for a few seconds before suddenly using his grip to pull you from your seat, over to the elevator. You’re thankful your purse was already on your shoulder because you definitely wouldn’t have remembered to grab it… And you definitely need it to finish the mission. Not that you can’t kill someone without a gun, it’s just easier.

You entered the elevator and he pushed the button for his floor. When the doors closed he slammed your back against the wall and pressed his lips to yours, making you moan in surprise. His hands gripped your waist tightly and yours went to his hair. He kissed you passionately, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours. When he rolled his hips into you, you pulled back with a gasp. He was quick to move to your neck, pressing kisses and leaving hickeys along the sides. You moaned again and his hand snaked down your leg then up your dress on the outside of your thigh.

“Oh my god!”

You both pulled away quickly. An older lady stood outside the elevator with her mouth open in shock. You hadn’t even heard the elevator ding. Mitch checked the floor number then swiftly exited, pulling you behind him.

“Sorry.” You gave the lady a sheepish smile as you walked past her. You entered his room quickly and he slammed you against the wall again. When his lips met yours, you started trying to push his jacket off his shoulders. He obliged then pulled back to take his shirt off.

You were too horny to think about what the proper reply should be when someone has scars like this. Maybe that’s what gave you away.

He pulled your purse off your shoulder and threw it on the dresser next to you. You internally cringed when it landed with a really loud thump, seeing as your phone and gun are both in it.

He kissed you again and started sliding both of his hands up the outside of your thighs, this time making sure to pull your dress up. He placed his leg between yours and you stifled a moan. When he bit your lip, you gave in, starting to grind on his thigh. His hands reached your hips and he gripped them tightly, forcing you to continue rocking against him.

Mitch moved to your neck again, leaving more hickeys and occasionally biting the sensitive skin. He reached your collar bones and continued down your chest but pulled back when he reached your dress. He looked at you with dark eyes then placed his hand on your neck. You gasped and started rutting against him harder.

He leaned his head down next to yours, putting his mouth by your ear, then whispered, “Who are you?”

“W-what?” You didn’t register the question, still focusing on grinding against him. He leaned back to look at you and tightened his hand on your neck, making you release a choked moan.

“Who the fuck are you?” Your hips stuttered to a stop. Shit. They never figure it out until there’s a gun to their head. Maybe he means something else. “Who do you work for?” He said, harsher this time.

Okay so he definitely doesn’t mean something else. Fuck. He slammed your head against the wall and you winced.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. Dylan, you’re scaring me.” You said quietly.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” He growled. He tightened his grip, and even pushed on your windpipe, making you claw at his hand, trying to remove it.

“You’re hurting me.” You whimpered, feeling tears pool in your eyes from the lack of oxygen. “Dylan, please.” You gasped, letting the tears fall- all of it adding to your performance. His grip loosened and your chest heaved, trying to take in as much air as possible. Finally you caught your breath and then made your move- it’s too risky to stay in this position when you don’t know what he’s capable of.

You punched him in the nose and he stumbled back, clearly surprised. You ran the couple of steps to reach for your purse but were yanked back by your hair until you landed on the ground in front of him, his gun aimed at your head.

“Who are you?” He asked again, his voice harsher now.

There are three ways you can play this. Accept your fate, continue with the act and hope you fool him, or fight and finish the assignment. In reality, there was only one option because of your ego.

“Honestly I’m surprised you figured it out so soon. Most of them don’t until they’re already dead.” You smirked, looking up at him. “Although the few that do figure it out usually are smart enough to try and get their dick wet before doing anything.” His face remained emotionless and it only spurred you on.

“What gave me away?” You started taking off your heels, preparing for a fight or a quick escape. “C’mon Mitch,” You continued when he didn’t reply, “I gotta know how to improve for my next job.”

“Who are you?” You kept looking up at him and moved onto your knees, not giving him an answer. Suddenly, his gun hit your temple, the force making you fall onto your hip. You brought your hand up to feel the injury, no blood at least but it’ll definitely bruise.

“Fucking, dick! What was that for?”

“It’s going to get a whole lot worse for you if you don’t start answering my questions.”

“What are you gonna do? Shoot me?” He cocked the gun and held it closer to your head making you chuckle. “You won’t do that.”

“Why’s that?” He deadpanned.

“Because your dick’s still hard.” You whispered, placing a hand on his bulge, waiting for him to remove it. He looked you up and down and you could only imagine what you look like right now. Because based on what you can feel, your dress is dangerously low on your chest and high on your thighs, and not to mention the number of hickeys you probably have. He put his gun in the waistband of his pants behind him and you smirked triumphantly.

Mitch crouched in front of you and you tried to plan how you could grab either his gun off him or your own. One hand fisted your hair and roughly pulled your head back, making you gasp.

“I’m going to ask you again. And I’m going to keep asking and hurting you more and more until you finally tell me.”

“Who are you?” You kept your mouth shut and stared at him. He removed his hand from your hair to land a swift punch on your cheek before grabbing it again. The dull throbbing hurt like hell but you kept your poker face.

“Who do you work for?” When you didn’t answer, he punched you twice this time. You could taste the blood in your mouth and you debated spitting it in his face.

“You’re wasting your time. You might as well just kill me.” You wiped off some blood you felt dripping on the corner of your mouth. “I’ve been trained to endure every type of torture in the book.” He examined you again but this time you grew nervous under his gaze. Finally he hummed and stood up.

“You’re right. I’m going about this all wrong.”

“What?” You barely got the word out before he grabbed your hair again, lifting you off the floor and throwing you onto the bed. “What the hell are you doing??” You scrambled backwards to the head of the bed when he started moving toward you.

“Luckiky for you, I know a type of torture that’s not in the book. Take your dress off.”

“W- no!” He sighed and got on the bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you until you laid on your back. Mitch grabbed the hem of your dress and ripped it in half easily. You wanted to be angry with him so badly… but the horny part of your brain is outweighing any logic right now.

He pulled the shreds of fabric off your body until you were left in just underwear- foregoing a bra earlier because of the dress’s low back.

Mitch straddled your hips and placed a hand on your neck, leaning down so his nose brushed yours. You closed your eyes, waiting, but you only felt his breath fan against your lips as he chuckled.

“You’re lucky I don’t just kill you right now.” He rasped. His hand moved up to grip your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. “What do you say when I’m being so generous?”

Fuck you. Is what you wanted to say.

“Thank you…” You muttered, looking at the wall next to you. You assumed Mitch was satisfied because he released your face and sat up. He dragged his nails down your ribs and you hissed at the sting. Finally he reached your underwear.

“Such a fucking slut.” He mumbled under his breath and you bit your tongue. “No bra and this pathetic excuse for underwear? Baby, you’re just asking for it aren’t you?” He cooed. You wanted to beat the patronizing tone right out of him, but you couldn’t help the reaction you actually had. He smirked when he noticed you clenching your thighs together beneath him.

Mitch grabbed your underwear and ripped it in half, a lot easier than your dress. He removed the fabric and you started squirming under him. His hands held your hips still and his thumb brushed across your mound, teasing you. You bucked your hips and whined.

“Oh I’m sorry. Did you want something?” You glared at him and his smirk returned.

“You know, if you don’t know how to please a woman you can just say that. You don’t have to drag it out and stall.” His smirk immediately turned into a scowl and he raised his hand to hit you again but froze when he heard an unfamiliar phone go off. He got off you and you started to sit up but he grabbed his gun, pointing it at you.

“Stay.”

You rolled your eyes at the command. He grabbed your purse from the dresser and walked back over to the bed, gun still aimed at you.

“That’s my boss probably wondering where I am.” You said when the ringing stopped.

“I thought you said he’s flexible.”

“I lied.”

The ringing started again and he pulled the phone out of your purse. He looked at the unknown number then to you.

“You’re going to answer and you’re going to lie. Otherwise it’s a bullet in your head. Understand?” You nodded and he answered the phone, putting it on speaker.

“What’s taking so long?” He snapped.

“I’m just wrapping up. I’ll be in tomorrow instead of tonight… This guy was a lot more trained than you said.”

“You better not have slept with him again-“

“That literally happened one time and I still finished the assignment. How many more times are you going to bring it up?” You asked, very annoyed and wanting to get back to Mitch. Speaking of him, you looked up at him and saw his eyebrows were raised. You just rolled your eyes and flipped him off.

“Don’t be late.” The call abruptly ended and you found yourself wondering why you had covered for him. You’re not afraid to die… but it was almost instinctual to lie to your boss and that scared you. Because if Mitch had the power to make you do that… what else could he make you do?

You cleared your throat and looked up at him. He tossed your phone on the floor then continued digging through your purse. He pulled out your revolver and smirked.

“Cute.”

“Yeah I bet you’ll think it’s really cute when one of those bullets goes through dick-“

“Watch your fucking mouth. That’s your final warning.”

“Or what?” You challenged him. He set your gun on the bed behind him and kneeled over your hips again.

“Open.” You kept your mouth shut as tight as possible and he sighed. Mitch grabbed your cheeks and forced your jaw down then slid his gun into your mouth. You gagged at the taste and tried to get away from it but he was practically holding your head down. When you gagged again, this time it was because he shoved it further into your mouth. You felt tears well up in your eyes, then fall down your temples.

“Poor baby, crying over a few inches. How do you think you’re going to take my cock if you can’t even take this, hm?” You attempted to whine around the gun but it just sounded like a garbled moan. Mitch fucked his gun in and out of your mouth slowly and you continued to squirm under him.

“Careful, baby. One wrong move and I could accidentally pull the trigger. We don’t want that now do we?” You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, your body going stiff.

“There you go.” He purred. You continued gagging and crying, just wanting to be done with this part already.

“Take it.” He uttered softly. After a few more long seconds he removed it, a trail of saliva connecting the barrel and your lips. You coughed and tried to catch your breath, then looked up at him through your lashes, your lips were slightly parted as you panted.

He reached up and placed a hand on your cheek. You tried not to read into it when you leaned your head against his palm. His thumb wiped the remainder of your tears, then moved down to trace your lips. He just barely put his thumb in your mouth when you closed your lips around it and sucked lightly. You swirled your tongue around his finger, then opened your lips slightly. He removed his thumb, dragging your bottom lip down on the way out.

Your thighs were squeezed together and you bucked your hips before you could stop yourself. He chuckled and removed his hand from your face, groping your breasts instead. You gasped when he pinched your nipples and then winced when he tugged even harder.

“Ow.” You mumbled. He ignored you and did it again. “You know, you don’t have to be so rough with it. It feels perfectly fine when you do it lighter.”

“Oh I know. But here’s the thing,” He leaned down in front of your face, “I’m not trying to make you feel good, and I especially don’t care if it feels good or not.” He glanced at your lips, then leaned back up.

“I’m going to keep hurting you. And if your slutty little head can’t tell the difference, that’s not my fault.” He shrugged and you pouted.

“There’s not even a small part of you that wants to make me feel good?” You looked up at him through your lashes. His hands grabbed your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on your stomach.

“You know, usually when someone tries to kill me… that’s not a very good incentive for me to pleasure them.” You just rolled your eyes.

“But I understand why you’re confused, baby.” His tone was dripping with condescension. “Because we both know you’re not leaving here alive and yet, I’d bet you’re all too willing and eager to please me.” You scoffed and he raised his eyebrows, as if to say am I wrong?

“Tough luck.” You snickered, feeling his grip tighten on your waist. “I’m a pillow princess. So I’m perfectly content right here.” You smirked and tilted your head slightly from its place on the pillows, as if to give him a physical example of just how content you are. He gripped your neck in one hand, the other holding himself up on the bed next to your shoulder while he leaned over you.

“That may be true, but even as a pillow princess I can tell you’d do just about anything for some praise.” You felt your cheeks heat up at that. There’s no way you’re this easy to read…?

“Please.” You scoffed. “I wasn’t loved enough by my daddy and now I’ll do anything a man asks in bed? Is that it?” You said sarcastically.

“No I don’t think it’s that.” Mitch tilted his head, studying you. “I think, being a female assassin, you rarely get the recognition and praise that you deserve. So you crave it in other forms.” You swallowed, your neck moving under his palm.

“What is this, a fucking therapy session?” You spat, growing uncomfortable under his gaze.

“No.” He smirked. “I’m just having some fun by getting under your skin.”

“Or are you just stalling cause you’ve never been with a woman before?” You flashed an innocent smile as his hand tightened on your neck. “Or is it that you can’t get it up? There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Mitch. Impotence isn’t uncommon.” You feigned seriousness, almost laughing at his expression.

Eventually though, he just chuckled darkly and your stomach dropped a little. He grabbed your ripped underwear and shoved it in your mouth. You looked at him with wide eyes, but before you could do anything, his hand was leaving your neck and sliding down your stomach. He reached your leg and traced over your hip bone, not going down any farther. You tried to spread your legs under him but you barely moved.

Mitch leaned up then settled between your legs on his knees. He grabbed your hips roughly and dragged his nails down your thighs, touching you just about everywhere except where you actually wanted him to.

You whined, squirming and opening your legs wider. Finally, his fingers ghosted over your clit, making you instantly buck your hips into his hand. To retaliate, he slapped your clit, hard, and shot you a warning look. You choked on a gasp at the sting but it faded quickly.

His fingers lightly dragged down your clit to your folds, then back up to start again. You were just about to rip the underwear from your mouth and tell him to hurry up when a finger entered you. You let out a muffled moan and closed your eyes, tilting your head back. He curled his finger inside you over and over again until you were bucking your hips against his hand. He inserted another finger and you let out another relieved moan.

This continued for a few minutes until you felt yourself nearing the edge. His palm pressed down against your clit, adding even more stimulation. Your hips were rocking against his hand and your eyes closed as you were about to come. He pulled his hand away suddenly, making you whine loudly.

“Ready for some torture?” Mitch smirked and you pouted around the makeshift gag. His fingers entered you, picking up where they left off. You fisted the sheets in both hands and arched your back slightly as you got close again. He stopped and you cried out as you came down from the edge for a second time.

“You gonna answer me now?” He looked at you with a dark glint in his eyes. He wasn’t really asking since he didn’t remove the gag to let you speak. “That’s fine. I have all night.” He curled his fingers inside of you and picked up the speed, making you release a muffled moan. He edged you a few more times- after the fourth time you started losing count- and you were so desperate that you were on the verge of tears.

You tried talking around the underwear in your mouth but it just came out as incoherent, muffled sounds. He removed it and you didn’t waste a second before begging.

“Please- I want…” You cut off with a sharp inhale when a third finger entered you, “I want to come. Please make me come.” He was silent for a moment and then he removed his fingers, sucking your arousal off of them quickly.

“How about this?” He picked up your gun and took out the bullets, leaving one in, and then spun the cylinder. “I’m going to shoot this four times,” he leaned over on his elbow, aiming the gun at your temple, “and if you’re still alive by the end of it, then you can come.” You choked on a gasp and his fingers brushed your entrance again.

“If you’re not alive by the end of it…” He leaned down so his nose almost brushed yours, “Well, I’m still going to fuck you.” He whispered with a dark look in his eyes that made you shiver. He inserted his fingers again and you whimpered at the intrusion.

“Ready?” He smirked, cocking the gun. You shook your head and furrowed your brows.

“N-no, I don’t-“ You flinched when he pulled the trigger, the click deafening right next to your ear because of the sudden fear you got hit with. You shuddered and squeezed your eyes shut.

“One.” He rasped. You whimpered and shook your head more.

“M-Mitch, I-I don’t wanna…” You gasped out.

“Why not, baby?” He worked his fingers inside you faster now. “I thought you wanted to come?” And the thing is… you do. You want to come so fucking badly. The gun aimed at your head is only adding to the growing knot of arousal in your stomach. But you watched him load the gun. And you have every reason to believe that he truly doesn’t care whether he fucks you before or after he kills you. While the thought makes you clench around his fingers, you’d rather be alive for that.

“Just three more, princess. I know you can take it. You wanna come right?” The saccharinity in his voice was quickly taking down all of your defenses. You nodded hesitantly, still shaking out of fear and arousal. He pulled the trigger again, the sound making you release a choked sob.

“Two more.” You felt tears welling in your eyes quickly. You’ve dabbled with fear play as a kink in the past, but it was never anything like this. He inserted a fourth finger and you whimpered at the stretch, but didn’t tell him to stop.

“You deserve this, princess.” His fingers contrasted the gentleness in his tone. “Maybe I should just fire all six rounds.” You moaned through a cry, feeling too overwhelmed emotionally and physically. “Cause we both know your holes are all you’re good for. At least when you’re dead you won’t be able to talk.” He fired the third shot and you felt the tears start to fall.

“Poor thing. Are you scared?” He cooed softly and you nodded with a whimper. “Little girls like you shouldn’t be carrying weapons around. It makes it too easy for just anyone to turn the tables and have you at the other end.” The way he reprimanded you was infantilizing. And you hated the fact that you don’t hate it…

“I-I’m sorry.” You whimpered, not sure what else to say.

“You’re so fucking pathetic. Look at you, humping my hand.” You didn’t even realize you were doing that. “Even with a gun to your head you’re still only thinking with your cunt. That’s why you’re a shitty assassin.” He whispered the last part bitterly.

“Dumb little whores like you aren’t cut out for this, you know why? Because you’d rather fuck your target than finish the assignment.” He ground the palm of his hand down hard on your clit, making you moan. “Say it, princess. Say ‘I’m a dumb whore who only thinks with my cunt.’” You whined loudly in protest, but he pressed the gun hard into your temple, reminding you of your position right now.

“I-“ You cut off with a choked sob, “I’m a…” You squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed.

“Open your eyes, baby. Open your eyes and look at me.” You complied. “There you go. Now keep looking at me and say it. Don’t make me tell you again or one more shot will turn into two.”

“I’m a- a dumb whore who only thinks with my- with my cunt.” You whispered and Mitch looked satisfied.

“You ready to come?” You whimpered and nodded eagerly, thinking he’d let you come before firing the last shot. “Then just one more, baby.” Your stomach dropped and you felt the fear come back, full force. The coil in your stomach was about as tight as it could get and you tried to come before he could have a chance to fire another round, but your body would not obey you.

“Ready?” You choked on a sob and shook your head. “Oh come on, don’t be such a little bitch about it. Do you want to come or not?”

“Yes!” You cried.

“Then beg.” He said and you paused.

“W-what?”

“Beg me to shoot you so you can finally come, humping my hand like a fucking bitch in heat.” He growled, his fingers somehow going faster. You stared at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

“Go on, baby.”

“Please…” You mumbled.

“Remember what I said would happen if I had to tell you again?” You swallowed, giving him a small nod.

“Please s-shoot me…” You whimpered, eyeing the gun. He raised his eyebrows so you continued, “so you can finally make me come.”

“Good girl.” He smirked, grinding his palm harder against your clit, bringing you impossibly closer to the edge. He fired the gun and you froze, then let out a heavy breath.

“Can- can I come now please?” You all but sobbed in relief.

“Go ahead, princess. Keep humping my hand just like that… good girl. Grind on it, baby. Make yourself cum.” He set the gun on the bed then wrapped his hand around your throat, pressing on the sides hard enough to make you light headed. You gripped his bicep and squeezed your eyes shut. Finally the knot inside you snapped and your back arched as your head tilted back, pushing your throat into his hand. Your other hand reached up to grab the wrist of the hand on your neck. You didn’t try to pull him away, you just needed something to ground yourself.

As you came down from your orgasm, your body sagged into the bed. Your eyes were closed as you panted, trying to catch your breath. He pulled his fingers from you then took his ring and pinky fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and groaning at the taste. He placed his pointer and middle fingers in your already open mouth and you moaned, leaning forward to take them deeper.

“Who do you work for?” He asked softly, removing his fingers and using his other hand to cup your cheek. The tenderness of his touch and his voice distracted you from the weight of the question.

“Piece of shit.” You mumbled sleepily, leaning into his hand. “Hate him.” You sighed and closed your eyes that were growing heavier the longer you tried to keep them open.

“Why does he want me dead?” He brushed his thumb against your cheek, his other hand moving some hair behind your ear.

“You’re being so sweet. Dunno why anyone would want that.” You pouted, opening your eyes to look at him. He gave you a soft smile, but his eyes showed his confusion. “I didn’t wanna kill you. Dunno why… just had a feeling I guess.” You returned his smile then closed your eyes again.

“I’m not done with you yet, princess. Don’t go falling asleep on me now.” He chuckled, his breath fanning against your lips. “Remember what I said? I’m fucking you whether you’re alive or not.”

“Alive doesn’t mean conscious.” You smiled mischievously, not opening your eyes.

“Alright then. If you don’t want to be conscious when I fuck your face and then your cunt, then by all means. Go ahead and sleep. Makes no difference to me.” You could practically hear his smirk, and yet… you still took the bait. You opened your eyes and glared at him.

“Fine. I guess I’ll be conscious.” You huffed dramatically, rolling your eyes. You did your best to suppress a giggle.

“I’m honored.” His faux seriousness is what made you break out into a fit of laughter. He didn’t really laugh with you, but he smiled so you counted that as a win.

“Alright get it over with.” You settled into your spot on the bed and opened your mouth with a glint in your eyes.

“You’re such a pillow princess.” He muttered, shaking his head with an amused smile.

“Hey! Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. I’m proud to be a pillow princess.” You grinned and he just scoffed.

“Yeah, okay.” He laid down on the spot next to you, one hand resting on his stomach and the other behind his head. “Sorry, princess but you’re gonna have to do some of the work. I’ve been on top the whole time.”

“So what I’m hearing is… you want to bottom? I mean I’m down for that but I don’t think we have the right materials, unless you’re hiding a strap somewhere.” You smirked, sitting up.

“Cute. Remember what happened last time you didn’t watch your mouth?” You flushed at the memory.

“How are you gonna fuck my face if you gag me with my underwear again?”

“I’m really starting to reconsider accepting your decision to stay conscious.” You gaped at him.

“You wound me, Mitch.” You put a hand over your heart dramatically.

“I’m going to wound you if you don’t hurry up.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You know, you telling me to hurry up makes me want to do the opposite.” You crossed your arms and he huffed.

“You’re a brat too. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Yeah actually. It usually goes hand in hand with the whole pillow princess thing.” You condescended him and he raised his eyebrows.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes then looked up at you through his lashes. “Please suck my cock, baby. You wanna make me feel good right? Wanna prove that you really are a good girl? Cause I’m aching for you, princess. I know you can make me feel so fucking good.” He all but whined and you faltered. That was not what you were expecting at all. You figured you’d get another sarcastic reply, not- not that. You settled between his legs on your knees.

“I want to state for the record that I am doing this because I want to, not because you told me to.” You started unbuttoning his pants and you glanced up when he didn’t reply. He had a satisfied smirk on his stupid, pretty face. You just glared at him and kept working on taking his pants off. When you removed his black briefs you were mesmerized as his cock slapped against his stomach, big and red and did you mention he was big??

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“I would but you threw my phone somewhere so…” You reached out to touch him but he grabbed your wrist.

“Take them off all the way.” You huffed but did what he said then reached for him again, he didn’t stop you this time. It looked even bigger in your hand and you could see the vein on the bottom and the precum surfacing at the tip. You leaned down and licked the clear bead, moaning at the taste and then laying down on your stomach between his legs.

You looked up at him and god what a sight. The veins in his arm behind his head are bulging and you could see the veins in the hand resting on his stomach. His pupils were blown wide and he had a light blush on his face.

“C’mon, princess. We don’t have all night.” You ignored him and continued trailing your gaze over his body. You wanted to kiss all of the moles littering his face. Your hand reached up and you brushed your fingers down his happy trail until you reached the base of his cock. You grasped it and looked up at him before starting to move your hand.

His eyes fluttering was the only indication that he even felt anything, so you decided to do more. You put the tip in your mouth and lightly sucked and then swirled your tongue around it, your hand still pumping him. He muttered a ‘fuck’ and you wanted more.

You took him deeper into your mouth, until your lips met your hand, then went back up, still keeping your mouth on him. You looked up at him and when you met his eyes he groaned. He tangled a hand in your hair but didn’t push you yet.

“That’s it. Fuck- good girl. No hands, baby. Just your mouth.” You removed your hand and continued bobbing your head up and down his length. He started taking control, moving you further down each time. When you gagged and tried to pull back is when he lost all control.

His other hand joined your hair and he didn’t even move your head. He just held you still and bucked up into your mouth at a punishing pace. Each time he thrusted in, you were nearly all the way down, but not fully. His thrusting came to an abrupt stop when he buried his cock as far as your throat would allow.

“Fuck- Relax your throat, princess. C’mon, take me all the way in.” You did your best to relax and he pushed inside until you gagged around him and tried moving off him. His grip didn’t loosen and you clawed at his thighs, feeling your airways start to burn from lack of oxygen. When he finally let you pull back, you took a huge breath in and coughed. Mitch was stroking your hair and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

“Ready for more?” You glanced at his cock again and nodded, licking your lips. He eased your mouth back over him and started with slow thrusts. He moved your head up and down his length, the slow place allowing you to concentrate on breathing and not gagging.

“You’re just the perfect little fuck toy for my cock, aren’t you?” You moaned around him and he started to speed up. “Just a fleshlight for me to use however I want. Fuck- you were made for this.” He grunted. His hips started to meet your mouth every time he pushed you down.

“Fuck- take it, princess.” He groaned when you choked around him. He held you down until your lips were at the base of his cock, paying no mind to your struggling. Your hands gripped his thighs again, nails digging into the skin. Even though he was holding you flush against his hips, he was still thrusting into your mouth slightly.

Finally he released you, a trail of spit connecting your lips and his cock. One of his hands fell to his side, the other brushing the tears of your face.

“Come here.” He muttered, pulling your body up his. He kissed you slowly, nails dragging down your back, making you groan. He rolled both of you over until he was on top of you, never breaking the kiss.

“I’m gonna fuck you now.” He rasped. You nodded your head, eager for him to start. “Condom?” He took his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip against your opening and your clit.

“Don’t have one. I’m on the pill though.” You breathed, bucking your hips into him. He connected his lips to yours again, this time faster and more eager. He pressed the tip against your opening, pushing in the tiniest amount. When he finally breached your walls you gasped. Obviously you knew he was big… but it’s a whole other story when he’s actually inside you.

He slowly slid his length into you, your legs being pushed up to his hips the closer he got. When his hips were flush against yours, your chest started heaving as you tried to relax around him.

“Fuck,” You whimpered, grabbing his bicep in one hand and the sheets in the other, “oh my god. You’re so fucking big.” You gasped out. He furrowed his brows and opened his mouth in a silent moan. Mitch grabbed your thigh and pushed it up higher, the new angle making you whimper.

“Oh fuck- your little cunt is so tight around me.” He groaned, finally starting to pull back slowly. He dragged his length out of you until only the tip was inside, then snapped his hips forward quickly. The force pushed you up the bed slightly but he continued that rhythm.

“Fuck- please go faster.” You whined, dragging your nails down his back and making him groan. His thrusts sped up slightly, the sound of his hips hitting yours was resonating through the room, along with your moans. His mouth attached to your neck as he bit and sucked the skin everywhere he could reach. You put a hand in his hair and pulled on it hard. To retaliate, his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides and making your head feel lighter.

Mitch kissed you again briefly, then pulled out. You whimpered at the empty feeling but he quickly grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. He pulled you onto your knees then pressed down on your upper back, making you arch even further. His cock entered you again and you let out a loud moan at the sudden thrust. His pace picked up quickly and you fisted the sheets near your head and squeezed your eyes shut. His hand left your back to grab your hips, using the leverage to thrust harder and faster.

He landed a sharp slap on your ass and you cried out from the sudden sting. He leaned over you and brushed the hair on your face behind your ear. His thrusts never ceased as his lips brushed your ear.

“You take my cock so fucking well, baby.” He said through a moan. Your breath hitched and you felt his words add to the growing warmth in your belly. “It’s like you were made for me. Made to be my little cock sleeve.” Mitch grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, making you gasp. His other hand wrapped around your throat, pushing your head back slightly. The harshness of his thrusts coupled with the sting on your scalp and the floaty feeling from his hand on your neck was driving you closer to the edge.

No matter how much you hated your boss or your job… you couldn’t help but feel glad that you didn’t quit yet. Because this was probably the best fuck of your life. Sure, most of the other men you’ve been with couldn’t please a woman to save their life- literally and metaphorically- but there’s just something different about him. About the way that he’s rough and soft at the same time. Not just in his actions but in his words too. It’s almost like he had a fucking manual for all of your kinks and turn ons.

“Where do you want me to come?” He whispered, lips grazing your ear. And fuck- you clenched around him, making him moan lowly.

“Inside.” You whispered breathily. His grip on your neck tightened and he cursed under his breath.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up?” He put all his weight on the arm holding your throat, then released your hair and moved his hand down to start rubbing your clit.

“Please.” You whined, clenching down on him again.

“Such a fucking slut- wanting a stranger to come inside you.” You whimpered at that because… even though it doesn’t feel like it, he still is a stranger. “What if I knock you up, huh? I guess it won’t matter either way since, like I said, you’re not leaving here alive.” His thrusts got harder and faster and he was panting next to your head.

“Please, I-“ You cut off with a choked sob, getting closer to your release with every thrust. “I wanna live. Wanna be your cock sleeve.” Despite you being 90% sure this was all roleplay, there was still some truth to your words.

“Begging for your life and all you have to offer are your holes?” Your breath hitched and his words just added to the growing knot in your stomach. “I might consider that. But it depends… are you offering all your holes?”

“Yes!” You said through a moan. “Yes- all of them.” He chuckled darkly. “Please, I- I need to come.” You cried, feeling yourself nearing the edge.

“Go ahead, baby. Come and I’ll fill you up, okay?” He rasped, his hand rubbing your clit faster. Your body obeyed his command and you cried out when your orgasm hit. You heard him curse under his breath and felt as he fucked into you faster. You buried your face in the bed, muffling your loud moans. His hips stilled and you felt hot come paint your walls. You let out a loud whine as his hips just barely bucked against you, trying to bury himself deeper.

After both of you stilling and just panting for a few seconds, you lifted your face from the bed so you could breathe better and he moved off of you so he was kneeling. Mitch slowly dragged his cock out and you clenched at the emptiness. You felt his come drip out of you, down your clit, and he groaned loudly. He rubbed the head of his cock on you, spreading his come around, and you hissed at how sensitive you were. He moved to lay beside you and you dropped down from your knees on your stomach.

“You don’t seem like the type to cuddle after sex.” You chuckled and the corners of his lips turned up.

“You’d be surprised. But we aren’t exactly cuddling right now.”

“Well what’s stopping you?” You smirked and he rolled his eyes before pulling you to lay partially on top of him.

“Better?” He raised his brows and you laughed quietly.

“Much.” You said, laying your head on his chest. His fingertips lightly dragged up and down your arm and you traced the moles and freckles on his chest. What now? You thought. He’s not actually going to kill you… is he? “Are you actually gonna kill me?” You mumbled against his chest.

“I don’t know…” He sighed. “No. But I can’t just let you go.” He was silent for a moment before continuing. “I think I should bring you to my superiors and let them decide what to do with you.”

“Your superiors? That doesn’t sound ominous at all.” You laughed, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckled quietly. “What are they like mob bosses or something?” You said teasingly.

“More like a former navy seal and director of the CIA.”

“The C-“ You lifted yourself off his chest to look at him. “CIA? You work for the CIA??” Your voice rose in shock and he raised his brows, amused by your reaction.

“Oh my god- I almost killed someone from the CIA. That would’ve been so bad.” You put a hand over your mouth and stared at him with wide eyes. “You didn’t even get close to killing me.” He chuckled.

“Only because I didn’t want to. I totally could’ve killed you.” He just smirked at you but you were too hung up on the fact that your boss basically sent you on a suicide mission. If not suicide, then life in jail.

“That bastard! He sent me to kill an agent of the US government and didn’t even fucking tell me.” You seethed before calmly stating, “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Don’t kill him.” He chuckled. “Actually it depends. Who is he?” You told him the name and his eyebrows raised before he let out a small laugh.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“That’s the guy we’ve been after right now. We’re actually really close too.”

“Oh... What’d he do?” You asked.

“He’s a terrorist.” He deadpanned and your whole expression dropped.

“Oh shit.” You breathed. “Okay well now I definitely want to kill him.” You shrugged. “After I get paid though.”

“But you didn’t kill me.”

“That’s what’s funny about it though. It’d be even more ironic if you were the one to kill him.” Suddenly, you realized that you, an assassin, are talking to an agent of the US government about killing someone. “Are you gonna arrest me?” You asked nervously and he let out a small chuckle.

“I don’t think I can even do that… but no.” You sighed in relief. “Plus, what good is a fuck toy if it’s in jail?” He smirked and you felt your cheeks heat up.

I’M SORRY IDK HOW TO END THIS 😭💀

#mitch rapp smut #mitch rapp x reader #american assassin #russian roulette #(but sexy)

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im assuming this is the case but were jesse / lukas / petra’s admin designs having similar palettes / overall color schemes to the original three on purpose ??? i remember you doing admin jesse art before so im not 100% sure but i think its a really cool detail unintentional or not :)

actually no not at all. i didn’t even realize that until now 👀

i kinda wanted their color pallets to all stay similar to the colors that really make each character stand out like jesse’s green suspenders, lukas’ magenta shirt, and petra’s red hair.

jesse’s design is based off your classic hero look with the onesie and the cape. the straps around his suit are supposed to represent the suspenders, and they, along with his eyes, are the only parts of him that glow. his colors are supposed to be calm and comfortable, yet dark and intimidating to look at because his admin self is honestly pretty sad. he’s eternally grumpy and wearing a smile is rare for him, so the colors also represent his gloomy mood. (he’s absolutely in no way evil though he’s still the same happy little jesse we know and love, it’s just very hard for him to take on positive feelings while in this form)

lukas’ design is supposed to look like someone of high authority. he’s a leader after all, and i wanted his design to be so anyone who takes a look at him knows he must be a person of high caliber. kind of imagine a pokemon antagonist and how they’re always decked out in attire that kinda makes you think like oh yeah that must be the boss, meanwhile look at all the grunts and they wear something similar, just not as ✨extra✨. yeah like that’s kind of what i had in mind for lukas, but instead of his magenta, i gave him purple because i personally really feel like purple is a powerful color. he’s the most like his original self compared to petra and jesse and he’s far more capable of staying calm and collected. also a good boy. looks intimidating but has the sweetest smile and the softest distorted laugh.

petra is… far more unhinged. her design is not entirely based off of her original appearance, but more around the energy and emotion she gives off. i kinda had a volcano in mind for her because it’s easy to spark a fuse in her and she can erupt and explode at any time really. she’s the most chaotic of the three, and if you read the details of jesse and lukas’ admin experience, petra’s is far less happy. she absolutely had to deal with becoming an admin all alone, and while that does sound sad for her, it’s honestly for the better. she would have been too worried about her appearance being so similar to romeo’s if she were around anyone else, and she gets to cope with that realization by herself and in a way that is honestly much better for her. like she goes down into a massive cave and destroys everything lol. uses her powers to destroy so much and take out all of her anger and aggression on mobs and her surroundings. she’s actively exploding, and once she gets it all out, she feels much better and theeen gets to really sit down and think it all over and cope with this newfound identity crisis

but yeah no the similar themes/pallets to the original admins was a complete accident 💀

#ask

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Can you do when the Proxies, Eyeless Jack, and Slenderman, find out the reader has a extra appendage like a tail? Although the reader doesn't hide it they just use it like a belt but rarely use it?? (How has your day been? Also please make sure to not stress yourself)

Creepypastas with reader that has a tail!

➥ with "Ticci" Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Eyeless Jack, Slenderman

Hi love!!! Thank you and remember to take care about yourself too!!&lt;3 Im going a bit insane in my room lol But I hope you felt at least okay!

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"Ticci" Toby

Toby finds you so cool! He wouldnt really notice at first that its actual tail, but how long he can stay clueless? When he finally gets it, he is so excited i swear. You almost make him wish that he had tail instead, but he cant complain since his partner have it! Toby will beg you to touch it and play with it, he is way happier about the tail than you (and you literally live with this things.. with tail, not toby). Loves to lay down with you and cuddle, your tail wrapped around his hand/ leg/just anything. Loves playing with it when he needs to keep his hands busy. Toby would be also respectful if you dont like having your tail touched becasue i can only imagine how sensitive it is, just say the word and he will act like it doesnt even exist congrats, now he will play with your hand!

Masky

Honestly wouldnt make a big deal out of it? Masky is a simple man, and i feel like he wouldnt even noticed at first if you wear it as belt, would just think that you have weird fashion sense but who he is to judge?? But then it turns out that its actual tail? You are person of many suprises, arent you? Listen, he would definitely calls you some of this cheesy petnames like kitten or puppy just becasue of your tail 💀..like please, punch him or something. Overall good boyfriend, will fight for you and stroke your tail??

Hoodie

Good luck with him! Hoodie wants to touch it a lot! Its not like there are a lot of chances in life to pet someone tail, huh? Who can blame him in such cruel condictions..? Even if you use it as a belt, he loves when you just..let it swing by itself! That way he has easier acces to it, and i mean it - boy is in heaven. He would definitely tease you so so much! Hoodie will anno and you can expect at least couple of funny comments about your tail daily (or at least he thinks they are funny). I see him wearing a fake tail just to mess with you to be honest. Hoodie isnt the worst person, you will definitely get a lot of attention from him! Is it good or bad? I will let you decide!

Eyeless Jack

Okay, Jack really enjoyes having "not-so-normal" partner (well, in term of being a human). He tends to be a bit insecure sometimes about what he is, so you make it all a bit easier to him to be honest. Doesnt feel as weird - and of course he doesnt want you to feel this way! He is pretty observant (and well, have amazing senses), so propably noticed it when you used it as a belt, no need to tell him twice! Absolutely loves to make you flustreted!! Will tease the shit out of you, i mean it. Definitely will like to caress it and play with it (pls he is a bit like a cat), later will chuckle in his husky tone when you are embarassed and tell him to stop

Slenderman

Slenderman wont say too much..well not like he is the most talkactive person! He is fascinated by people, loves observing them and to learn about their nature..does it really matter for what reasons? We will just move on with that.. Anyways, if you ask me, Slender as not-human-creature likes seeing how everyone is diffrent event tho he had seen already a lot! There is really tiny wall between his hate and fascination for humans. But dont worry, its you who we talk about! He will ask some questions, but in his subtle and gentlemanly way! It doesnt matter to him if you are a bit diffrent, becasue he sees it more as your advantage than disadvantage! Slenderman would be more into intelect than look anyway i think. Wont touch your tail tho..well maybe not without your consent, but he just doesnt really care, he has seen almost everything in his 'life'.

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Could I request anyone in the 141 with a non military/detective s/o who just finished a dangerous case. and like how they react to it idk 💀

thanks 👍💪

In honour of Sherlock Holmes becoming public domain, you dear Anon will get more than just one of the boys with a detective s/o. Male!Reader is vaguely if not outrightly stated to be a Holmes much like Sherlock Holmes, he is not BBC Sherlock.

Warnings: mentions of child porn, human trafficking, and torture. Canon typical violence.

Hurt/comfort and some fluff

All stories are under 500 words long, so they might just be drabbles.

Male reader,

~ Captain John Price ~

John Price was sitting in his office with the small radio turned on low, just filling out paperwork from work from his most recent mission with the team. It had been a success but he still had a ton of paperwork. John never quite paid much attention to the radio until a familiar name came up, (Y/N) Price. 

John abandoned all thoughts of paperwork as he turned the radio on. 

“-great news to announce that Detective (Y/N) Price has once again done the impossible after disappearing off the radar for two weeks, (Y/N) located and personally gathered information on a human trafficking ring, allegedly going undercover despite being a very well known man.” One of the hosts said. 

Price sucked in a deep breath and listened carefully, his mind filled with static as gore filled images of his husband getting brutally tortured and killed because he was discovered crossed his mind, Price knew the reality would be that, he knew that (Y/N) wouldn’t have made it out alive had it not been for his husbands sheer dumb fucking luck. 

“I know right, Kelley,” The other host said. “From what we know, Detective Price is a married man, he wears a gold wedding band, I sure wouldn’t wish to be married to someone who just disappears all of the sudden for weeks on end!” The hosts laughed together and John looked down in his hands.

They both had a tendency to disappear for work, rarely ever saw each other but when they did, between missions and cases, especially with (Y/N)’s freelance work, much like his older brother. 

Price reached over and grabbed his phone, dialing his husband's number. He placed the phone to his ear and listened as it dialed 3 times before it was picked up. “Hmmm, John it’s 3 in the night here.” His husband's groggy voice came through. 

Price smiled a bit as he turned the radio off. “I heard the news about your latest case.” 

(Y/N) chuckled, voice sounding rasped. “I wasn’t alone, despite what they say, my brother was with me and not Sher.” 

“Ah, so the oldest Holmes made it out of his fancy office to help, that is at least somewhat comforting.” He said. 

(Y/N) hummed for a moment. “It was scary, I won’t lie to you, I knew this kind of work was gonna take a lot but wow… I can’t imagine your mission being easy either.” 

“Hmm, no my mission wasn’t easy but we all made it through, minimal injuries and we recovered the intel.” Price said. “I have some saved up vacation time, why don’t we take a break, the both of us and go somewhere just the two of us?” 

(Y/N) smiled. “I would like that, just the two of us, it would be nice… I love you John, you know that, right?” 

John touched his necklace where the ring was. “I love you too, with all my heart.” 

< Simon “Ghost” Riley > 

Simon was sitting with the team watching some telly when the news came on, the picture of his husband looking stoic as ever came on as the reporter smiled. “Today the Brother Holmes were successful in taking down a child porno ring that extended as far into minor positions of our government. The brothers went undercover while posing as people who could give access to child porn, they worked closely with Scotland Yard in catching over 150 pedofiles in the UK alone. It has been reported that both their lives were at risk during it and that (Y/N) Holmes was almost killed several times during this investigation, though I am happy to tell you that any hospitalisation lasted less than 24 hours and that the young detective is not in any danger.” The reporter finished and ads started playing. 

Simon sat, staring blank at the screen, (Y/N) had mentioned a case that had been dangerous but he was never told his life had been in danger. Logically he knew that (Y/N) was a capable man who could not only keep up with his brothers and their crazy shit, but also knew his way around several fighting styles and weapons, Simon logically knew all that and still hearing his husband, one of few people who knew Simon’s face, who Simon trusted with all his life, had been in danger and almost killed… it made his blood boil. 

Simon stood up, spooking Soap who cursed after him, But Simon didn’t care, he couldn’t care, he was just making a beeline for his room and as soon as he got there he took out his phone and called one of few numbers even saved in it. Their house phone, a secure line.

“Holmes Residency, (Y/N) speaking.” A pained voice came out. 

“Are you okay?” Simon asked before anything else. 

“Ahhh, Simon, yes, just a few bruised ribs.” (Y/N) said and Simon could hear his smile. 

“He was also poisoned.” Came Mycroft ever so helpful. 

“And stabbed, twice, I have him on bedrest.” A much clearer Doctor Watson said. “Well, as much as you can keep a Holmes on bedrest.” 

Simon took a deep breath. “(Y/N)... you are single handedly going to make me go grey before Price.” He knew his comment would make (Y/N) chuckle. 

“I am fine Si and I love you too.” (Y/N) said as he chuckled. “I love you more than I could ever express to you…. I love you more then (favourite food/movie).” 

Simon smiled a bit. “I love you too… but be careful, I don’t want you getting killed… I can’t lose anymore people.” 

(Y/N)’s smile softened a bit. “Don’t worry Si, I won’t take a case until I am healed. Apparently there is a high reward for people who help out with catching criminals, who would have thought?” 

) John “Soap” McTavish (

John was sitting in the police room as (Y/N) finished up whatever he was doing. The mission had been too close to his own line of work for comfort. Laswell had gotten the 141 to bring out (Y/N) Holmes from a person who had kidnapped him. His own husband had been kidnapped and he didn’t even know. 

Sometimes John hated their line of work, it was cruel and left little contact with loved ones. 

“Relax Johnny.” Ghost said from beside him. Both still in full gear. “Nothing is gonna happen while we sit here.” 

John looked at Ghost and cracked a small smile. “Yeah I know, it’s just two weeks in a long time.” 

Ghost looked at him and slowly blinked. “Yes it is, but he is a Holmes, I thought that was a given or they were trained for that.” 

John shook his head. “No, no they aren’t, they are just civilians who everyone thinks are-” John stopped talking as (Y/N) stepped out of the room, looking worse for wear, but with a big smile on his face. 

John instantly stood and walked over, hugging (Y/N) close and a tad too tight. 

“John, my ribs.” (Y/N) groaned as he hugged back. 

“Oh right sorry.” John pulled away and took (Y/N)’s face in his hands. “Don’t ever do something like that again!” He said loudly. “I was worried sick when I heard you had been missing for 2 weeks!”

(Y/N)’s eyes softened. “I didn’t mean to get caught, but Sherlock managed to get away and get to safety, he ensured that I was kept alive.” 

John rested his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “Remind me to thank him when we see him.” John chuckled a bit, just happy to have his husband back in his arms. 

“Hmm, you can thank him at the wedding in 7 months. Him and Watson are finally tying the knot, I won the bet between everyone by the way.” (Y/N) said, smirking a bit. 

“I love you so much,” John said. 

[ Kyle “Gaz” Garrick ]

Kyle was just standing and talking with Soap as he saw his long time boyfriend (Y/N) walk up with a newspaper in hand. Kyle tilted his head slightly and stopped talking, causing Soap to turn and look at (Y/N). “Hey, why is a Holmes walking directly towards us? Is he even allowed on base?” Soap asked. 

Kyle shrugged. “He should be. Hey (Y/N)!” He called out as (Y/N) got closer. 

“Kyle!” (Y/N) said happily as he practically bounced over. “May I?” 

Kyle nodded and they hugged close. Kyle missed (Y/N) whenever he went away but he couldn’t exactly stop (Y/N) from taking on case after case, they paid far too well. 

(Y/N) showed Kyle the newspaper from that morning. “I just finished a case for the king of Sweden, didn't even know it was the Swedish king, he is very… eccentric but normal. He is just a person, it was nice.” 

“Soooo.” A certain Scottish man broke through their conversation. “How do you two know each other?” 

“(Y/N) meet Soap, Soap, this is my boyfriend, (Y/N) Holmes.” Kyle said. 

(Y/N) smiled brightly and shook Soap's hand. “I have heard a lot about you lot and the 141.” 

“Only good things I hope.” Soap said. 

“The best of things. Oh and Kyle, no reason to worry, a doctor that wasn’t my brother's close friend cleared me. I am not injured even though you will undoubtedly hear about a very large fall I had in tonight's news. I just wanted to tell you that before you hear it from someone that isn’t me.” He said. 

Kyle’s eyes widened. “(Y/N) you promised to be careful.” 

“I was… ish… okay maybe not as much as I should, but I was safe during the whole thing, no large injury or bed rest needed.” 

“No case for at least 3 days, please.” Kyle said. 

“... Okay, no case for a week. I love you, alright? I am always going to return home to you.” 

Kyle smiled at that. “Good. I love you too.”

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This is probably flithy af but I can picture General Kiba wanting to hide from a certain someone or something (mostly since he got into a load of trouble). So in a moment of desperation you let him hide underneath your gown, and when that certain someone who wishes to speaks with him comes in, he is nowhere to be seen. However the moment you express that, he begins to eat you out while hiding- 💀

18+ fem!reader // cw: oral (f!receiving), risk of being caught (poor shino, man djisjshshd), mentions of alcohol. royalty AU.

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kiba comes barging into the dining room still dressed in his fancier attire that you rarely ever see him wear.

aiming your gaze up at his face that’s progressively blooming with a blush so feverish that it turns him entirely red from one ear to the other, you can immediately tell by just one look alone that he’s drunk as a lord.

his hair is wild. it sticks in various different directions despite the fact that you’ve spent a good ten minutes or so combing through the thick chestnut curls that sit atop his head. it had been done with the sole intention of ridding them of knots and making them look at least semi-presentable, but kiba being kiba, he had fussed about it endlessly, of course.

atop of that, the top three buttons of his white shirt are undone as well; revealing his dark chest hair and the faded scars that adorn his tanned skin with numerous lines of milky white. they stretch across his entire body in various shapes and sizes. it’s like a trip down memory lane.

they’re slashes, the scars. well, most of them are at least. some are consequences of too rash decisions. reminders of too prideful misjudgements that he had gotten back when he’d still only been a young, mindless rookie. green, eager to become a fearsome warrior and yet far too wet behind the ears to fight with a sense of patience like he does now, that he’s older and has more experience under his belt.

other scars meanwhile, are still rather fresh. jagged, irregular lines; cut so deep into the flesh that their ridges are prominent even now, as they’ve healed over.

on more than one occasion, you’ve felt them underneath the tips of your fingers. enemies and opposing soldiers from neighbouring countries seem to have a preference to aim directly for his heart whenever push comes to shove, however nobody besides you has managed to actually graze it beyond surface level so far.

still, even if they aren’t anywhere near to being as deep as the phantom ones you’ve inflicted, they’ve still been etched into him for all eternity. battle wounds that had been gained during the war that he now says he had won just for you. or for your hand in marriage, so to speak.

it’s a sugary lie, you think. there is no way in hell, heaven and earth that he’d conquered an entire war just for the sake of being allowed to bed you and have you writhe underneath him with your big, doe eyes like the innocent virgin you’d once been. even he’s not that dumb... right?

however, now that you think about it, you still have no clue whatsoever about what kind of deal he’d struck with your father back then. what exactly he’d been promised as a reward if he were to lead your country to victory. to be fair, you couldn’t have known because you weren’t allowed to — the great mahogany doors had been sealed shut during the entirety of the meeting, and the guards, who had stubbornly refused at allowing you to listen in on the conversation, weren’t of much help either.

by the time it’d been done and over with and the doors had at long last been pushed open, you’d chickened out. had hidden behind a corner and hadn’t dared toss even the shortest of glances at who would — unknowingly, to you — soon become your future husband, whilst intently listening to his heavy footsteps and the dreadful clinking of weaponry to follow.

husband.

you’d never associated the term with a brute like him until just recently, even though the reason as to why he wanted to become one in the first place remains an enigma for you.

perhaps the mere idea of being able to have you whenever he’d please, to possess the chance of fathering children with blue blood running through their veins instead of his common one, and to climb up the social ladder with such profound ease are the reasons as to why. after all, they are all more than good enough to persuade a man into risk. to fuel him with motivation all until he’s sliced through enough enemies with his sword that he’s proclaimed a winner. to give him a driving force sufficient enough to blindly head into warfare and win.

or perhaps, deep down, he’s just lonely. perhaps he needs a warm body to wrap his arms around because he’s gotten sick of the cold ones that he’s ruthlessly slayed over the years. perhaps he needs a tender touch and kiss to the cheek every now and then instead of a war cry and carnage. a ‘welcome home’, followed by a warm meal. children that joyfully run up to him whenever he sets foot through the front door and who he cherishes so much, not because of the blue in their blood, but because of the red that is all him, him, him.

nevertheless, the union has been set in stone no matter the reason. and yet, a small, cleverly hidden part of you continues to remain hopeful that it is the second one that is true; that the more sympathetic side of him, which you’re patiently uncovering layer after layer, is actually genuine. that what he whispers into your ear at night, saying how much he appreciates you and how lovely you are to him, is not merely a mistruth used just so that he can bury himself deep inside you until your nails are scratching at the faded remnants of those exact scars, but that his heart is actually slowly growing fonder of you just like yours is of him.

you know that he’s no knight in shining armor, no prince that will pick up your fallen handkerchief and bow down before you when he reaches out to hand it back. you’re well aware of that because you’ve seen him train plenty of times now and have seen the way he fights; how he acts during and after it. you’ve seen the deadly, almost feral look in his eyes. the muscle that’s been pulled taut. the brutal strength.

if he’s absolutely lethal whenever he’s merely practicing, you don’t even dare imagine what he’s actually like out there — on the field, facing actual enemies. covered in blood and grime, fighting tooth and nail. until there’s no man left in him, only beast.

still, you can’t help but hope that there’s more to him than that. it’s all you can do, really.

well, sort of.

“why, hello there, princess.”

gods, the teasing little nickname, which just so happens to be your official title at the same time — how he manages to make it not sound like that, you have no clue — rolls off his tongue in a prominent slur and makes you look up at him with a soft tilt of your head.

he’s standing beside the door, leaning back and pressing one shoulder against the wood for extra support. judging by the big, complacent grin that forms on his face as soon as your eyes meet, as well as his somewhat hunched, relaxed posture, you realize that he’s actually way more under the influence than you’d thought initially.

you’re supposed to remain perfectly stoic like the noble woman you are, however the sight of him trying to stand straight and failing is almost too entertaining to watch, despite how odd it is to see him act so vulnerable out in the open.

it’s considered a cherished rarity, so it’s no wonder that you can’t help but indulge in it a little. relaxing your face, you allow your brows to raise so high up that they could reach your hairline if they wanted to.

perfect.

brief silence lingers as you both take a second to assess each other. however, when you finally open your mouth to ask him what sort of nonsense he’s gotten into this time, he just gives you a wink, and just like that: he’s gone. crouching and slipping underneath the table you’re sitting at — no wait, he’s actually crawling underneath it.

your brows knit tightly together instead as you try to peer under it, intently listening to the little snickers he keeps letting out. is it possible that he’s pulling you in on some twisted joke, or…?

“what in heaven’s name are you—”

“shh!” he shushes you immediately, and then bam! — he groans when he slams the top of his head against the table on accident. that must have hurt. “for fuck’s sake, woman! keep quiet; i’m hiding!”

his answer makes you sigh, deeply. the childish antics that are unfolding before you are causing you to feel pure exasperation after the long night you’ve just endured in your father’s castle. rubbing one temple, you indulge him by using a significantly lower tone to mutter, “and from who are you hiding, if i may ask?”

“shino,” he answers simply before yet another boyish chuckle makes his voice crack. the sound makes your heart clench. you try not to focus on it too much because it just makes you hope all the more intensely. neither of you had a decent shot at being kids. “he is out to get me.”

your voice rises higher in pitch this time as you say, “wh-what; out to get you…? what on earth would cause him to do that?”

“shh!” he shushes you once more, and when you peek underneath the table for a second time, his brown eyes are twinkling with mischievous delight despite the glaze of booze obscuring it from view. his grin is crooked and lazy as he presses a finger to his lips and crudely whispers, “i think i can hear him coming over here… whatever you do, don’t tell him where i am. understood?”

“why?” you inquire, giving him a pointed look.

“because,” he says matter-of-factly and with an eye roll that you’d never believe he’s executed unless you’d have seen it for yourself, “i simply do not wish to deal with the lecture he’s surely planning to throw my way tonight.”

“lecture?”

“he tends to nag me to the goddamn bone whenever i step out of line.” which is quite often.

you stare at him in silence for a quick moment before asking, “and what am i supposed to say if he starts wondering where you are?”

kiba shrugs. “just make something up.”

“i can’t lie!” you immediately hiss in protest, frowning. it even causes a snobby upturn of your nose to appear, which he surprisingly finds to be highly amusing and cute. especially as you part your pouty lips to mutter, as if in shame, “it’s sin.”

“i’m sure god will forgive you if you do it just this one time,” he responds smoothly even if the sentence comes off in a tipsy sort of mumble. the wording of it makes rapid heat begin to sear your face. especially as he takes both of your hands into his own, gives you the same pleading stare that your childhood dog had given you on so many occasions during dinner every evening, and adds, “lie for me this one time, princess. i beg you.”

so used to him being covered in scars and whatnot, you fail to notice the fresh bruising that covers the knuckles of his right hand and that definitely wasn’t there before you’d left.

silence settles between you once more. it’s calm this time. comforting and safe. broken only by the sound of a kiss being pressed to your left hand where the wedding ring resides. it tempts you to soften your gaze. tempts you to lose a defeated breath as you run your fingers through his hair that makes him look more like a heathen than anything else, and to gently tug at the roots, too.

watching him as he angles his head further into your touch without any sort of hesitance that normally stops him from enjoying affections like these, he really looks like he could start purring any second now. if it weren’t bad for his health, perhaps you could get used to this version of him. alcohol melts down the walls that he insists on keeping around himself. turns him gooey and soft. trusting.

“well?” he asks whilst kissing the center of your palm that you had just been using to caress his cheek. the tingle of warmth his lips leave behind even through the glove you’re wearing turns the drumming of your pulse a bit quicker.

“…oh, fine. i will try, but i am not making any sort of promises that it will actually work.” your eyes narrow even if your heart is beating so fast now that you can barely breathe properly. damn him and his big brown eyes for real this time. he can be such a womanizer whenever he wants to be. “but just so you know, it’s pointless anyway. he will see you underneath the table as soon as he steps into the room.”

his lips break into yet another grin as he looks at you and shakes his head. “no, he won’t.”

you quirk a brow, angling your head to one side. “what do you mean by th— oh! hey!”

urging you to keep quiet again with one more sharp shush as soon as you let out a small noise of surprise, you now feel him try to squeeze his burly body underneath the multiple skirts of the fancy, and gigantic, ball gown that you’ve decided to wear for the party you just came back from.

the fabric rustles as he keeps pushing up one layer after the other, creasing the smoothness of the dress that your handmaiden had spent ages perfecting just so that it would look striking and even more importantly; that it would impress the other guests.

not that it matters, but it worked. all night, you’d been receiving compliments and repetitive glances. turns of heads. bows. curtsies. even the tiara, that had been sitting atop your head until just recently, had been paired with the dress and the jewels so well that you’d even invoked some gasps as soon as you had entered the ballroom.

your husband doesn’t really seem to care about such things, though. pearls, diamonds, gems, they are all just mere trinkets to him. to be fair, he’d given you a nod of approval when he’d laid eyes on you whilst you were receiving your finishing touches, but to him, you are still prettiest right after taking a bath.

when you’re naked in more ways than one, your soft skin still gleaming with the water droplets that you’d missed whilst wiping dry. when you’re pure, raw, vulnerable. defenseless, with no fancy clothes, heavy jewellery — with the exception of the ring that matches his own — or complicated hairstyles to hide behind.

when you’re not even a princess, per se. just you.

though, he does like to fuck you senseless whenever you’re wearing nothing else but the crown… but that’s a story for another time.

the thought is broken by the way he makes you jump in your seat when you feel his warm hands rest on top your thighs all of a sudden. clearly startled that he’s managed to reach all the way to your wretched undergarments, you are just about to start fussing and kicking him out from underneath your dress, when the door swings open and in comes strutting nobody else but the military advisor himself; shino aburame.

desperately switching from fight mode to trying to keep your cool amidst all the chaos you’ve definitely not signed up to be a part of at a late hour like this; it’s hard not to scoff in frustration at the man that stands just a small distance away from you, now.

shino stands with his chin held high in the air and his expression schooled into his signaturely impassive one that makes him look like he’s almost bored with the fact to see you sitting there, with your spotless silverware and little plate of untouched dessert that you’d skipped eating at the party.

staring at him, you simply can’t comprehend how someone so aloof can manage to make even the most neutral expression look sassy. if you weren’t raised to be such a lady, you would certainly make him know that the mere sight of him annoys you to a certain degree.

after all, after the entire ‘disturbance’ ordeal that went down in your husband’s study just a few months ago — amongst other things — you still have yet to grow a liking towards the everlastingly bland advisor.

he hasn’t exactly made any effort to apologize for what he’d said in your presence, but to be fair, you haven’t exactly seeked him out for it either.

of course, there is still plenty of time to do so, you suppose. things can change. perhaps you’ll make peace at some point and the entire thing will clear out on its own. who knows what the future may bring?

still, you don’t look exactly pleased as you watch him quickly scan the room, left to right, then right to left. you notice the way he pays extra attention to the curtains that frame the big windows and the possible hiding spaces that may be in the room. how his gaze lingers on every nook and cranny that would perhaps, just maybe, be able to conceal a big, burly man in the shape of his superior.

by the time his dark, coal-coloured eyes finally land upon you, you’re resembling a statue at the table from how hard you’re focusing on staying completely still. your body is tense, spine ramrod straight, fork clutched in a gloved fist that’s so tight it looks awfully unlady like. if somebody were to paint a picture of a frightened fawn, you’d be the perfect source of inspiration for it.

exchanging looks with him, you hope that mr. aburame takes your tense posture as a sign of nervosity that’s been invoked because of him, and not because your drunken idiot of a husband — who’s still hiding underneath your dress, mind you — is now stroking your thighs with his thick fingers and has his face pressed so close to your most private parts that you can feel his warm exhales even through the soft linen of your braies.

he’s just so close to your—

“i apologize for bursting in here completely unannounced, my lady,” shino drawls in that indifferent tone that makes you wonder if he’s reading everything he says from some invisible text nobody else but him can see. “i was not aware there was someone in the room.”

“it’s quite all right,” you reply a little bit too fast, trying so hard to keep your voice steady in both pitch and pace. “you needn’t worry about it.”

gods damn your husband. curse him. kill him. the little spark of jealousy that he feels in his heart whenever someone calls you ‘my lady’ coaxes him to press a careful kiss right at the apex of your thighs. goosebumps form over your entire body as the shiver rushes through you in response to the affection, however much to your good fortune, most of them are hidden by the dress and the silken gloves that reach all the way up to your elbows.

he lingers there. applies steady pressure to your clit with his lips and dampens the linen with his warm saliva until it’s sticking to your pussy, exposing the little button of nerves even further. the fabric silences his laggard ministrations, you’re that lucky at least, but if you aren’t able to keep yourself in-check for long enough—

oh, fucking hell. the sole of your shoe lifts and presses against his thigh in warning as you attempt to close your legs and keep him at bay. he’s kneeling before you like a sinner would before a god, his pants stretching at the top of his legs, but as if he’s adamant to keep you suffering for as long as possible, you feel his scorching hot hand wrap around your bare calf instead. feel how he runs it up and down as he strokes you in the most devilish ways possible whilst he noses his way even further between your thighs.

fighting to keep your breathing calm because you just can’t shake him off no matter how much weight you apply to your foot that’s still positioned on his thigh, you realize that this man is an outright incarnation of sin. he’s an incubus. a demon.

“well… i think it’s better if i head out, then,” shino says, and all of a sudden you remember that he’s still standing there, and that you are, in fact, not alone in the room and are probably looking utterly foolish; panting like that. “so that i can leave you to your food, and all that.”

“mm, yes,” is all you can manage. blinking slowly, it’s impossible to keep your vision focused. your eyes insist on rolling back into the inside of your skull, but if you could only last just a while longer, you might not even need to lie and burden yourself with even more sin. “i think… i think that’d be a wise idea indeed, advisor.”

you watch him cross the room with a laggard turn of your head that follows every single one of his movements. he’s still dressed in his fancier clothes as well; the outfit perfectly tailored to suit his firm, lean stature, his shoes clean.

he’s just about to exit the room and you’re just about to finally relax and be alone with your nymphomaniac of a spouse, when shino whips his head to the side and lingers by the door just like his superior had done only moments prior.

“before i go; do you by any chance know where your husband might have gone?”

why yes, dear advisor, he’s right here in the room with us; hiding under my dress, licking me right through my underwear.

“no,” the lie falls from your lips like it’s pure instinct, but it tastes acidic. it’s like you’ve just sank your teeth into an exceptionally sour lemon. “i can’t say i’ve seen him ever since we came back from the party, so sadly i have no clue on his current whereabouts.”

“ah,” shino says before he takes one step further out the door and rests his hand on the frame of it. “well, if you do end up seeing him, please be so kind as to tell him that i need to speak with him. urgently.”

“of course,” you nearly sigh out whilst your toes curl in your pretty shoes. the linen is so wet with saliva and arousal now that kiba’s breaths feel cool instead of warm. your underwear must be borderline see-through from how many times he’s ran his tongue across your sticky, clothed slit. when he presses the point of it at your most sensitive spot again and starts making little circles, it’s good enough to make you want to let out a wanton moan.

the urge to whimper and mewl is strong, but you manage to suppress it by biting into the inside of your cheek hard enough that it draws blood. still, curiosity manages to get the best of you as you look at shino and ask, “though, if i may intrude just a little, what exactly is it that you wish to speak to him about?”

you expect a secretive, non-explanatory answer like ‘nothing that needs to worry you, my lady’ or perhaps, ‘it’s confidental; military related’, however shino pleasantly surprises you when he lets out an exasperated sigh of his own and bluntly says, “he got into a fight with one of the guests just before we left.”

oh.

“pa-pardon?” the stutter rolls off your tongue both because you’re taken aback and because you’re being pleasured. come to think of it, you distinctly do remember kiba disappearing the last couple of minutes before you’d gone home together, as well as him returning with a rather feral grin sitting on his face and sweat coating his brow, but you’d have never thought—

“yes,” shino replies with the subtlest twitch of lips. “he’d, uh… broken a certain young lord’s nose with his fist.”

you blink. “which young lord?”

“lord uchiha.”

“i see.”

kiba’s grip around your calf tightens at the name in an almost protective manner. you can feel the bluntness of his nails digging into your flesh so harshly, causing hints of pinching pain, that it makes you drop your fork with a soft thud when it lands on the rich red table cloth.

he’s got his whole mouth pressed tightly against the soaked softness of your cunt. it’s like the adrenaline spurs him on. like the jealousy and possessiveness and the endless urge to protect you all convince him to take even more risks than usual. the sweetness of your slick, which he can fucking smell the scent of, now, drives him so wild that he’s become utterly careless. if you don’t watch out, he’s going to tear right through your underwear to get to you, no matter if the sounds of shredding fabric will quite likely be percepted by his trusty advisor.

bringing your hand close to your chest, you ask, “why?”

“to play the role of a knight in shining armor or to defend his lady’s honor, what do i know what happens inside that head of his,” shino utters, and you’re not entirely sure if he’s impressed or not with how dispassionate his tone sounds. with a small jerk of his chin, he gestures to you as he adds, “apparently lord uchiha had some rather tasteless things to say about your… union. this made my superior take matters into his own hands, which has consequently left me to deal with a rather sticky situation. i doubt lord uchiha will simply forget about this entire ordeal.”

something stirs within your heart at that.

sticky, indeed.

“thank you,” is all you reply with because the man underneath your dress, your knight in shining armor, is nearly feasting upon you by now. “that will be all.”

but it’s not all, because as soon as shino steps out and closes the door behind him, leaving you alone at long last; your legs are parting all on their own, welcoming your husband in as your thighs hug the sides of his head and squeeze with appreciation.

he tears your undergarments to shreds just like you’d expected him to before he immediately digs in. it’s messy and hot and desperate, the way he slurps and licks at your cunt. it makes you lean back against the backrest of your chair and makes him groan out the filthiest of curses just because of how dazed he is getting from it.

if you keep tasting so sweet, he’s going to have to end up fucking you on top of the dining table. with your legs propped on top of his broad shoulders and your tits pushing further out of your tight corset because of the force of each thrust that he’ll ram straight into your dripping wet hole, which he now feels fluttering around his tongue.

yeah, right on top of the table.

just like the dessert you are.

#biscuit’s royalty au #biscuit drabbles #kiba smut #naruto smut

[blues824]

❤️Imagine riddle having a tanjiro kamado s/o.

🖤The tanjiro s/o teaching him to relax and loving the tanjiro s/o cooking cleaning and respecting his rules and helping him over his family problems they rarely raze their voice and they the mom friend of heartslabyul treating everyone like family.

💚(totally not riddle hearing their family was murder by a demon and turning their only sister in to a demon 💀)

❤️Riddle using them like a sniffer dog to figure out who broke a rule and his reaction to their inability to lie (riddle learning the power of their forehead )

💚They both deserve the best so because they are the best it fits.

Imagine them switching clothes like that riddle in comfy lose clothes no heels and her iconic earrings and. his girlfriend wearing his tailored multiple layers uniform with heels they wore for the first time.

❤️💚🖤

I loved this so much. Also, I loved @woodrouforest 's work that was also requested by @angel-rosehearts-kamado with the Bakugo!Reader and I loved it!

Also, sorry it took so long to get this out! I have been sick and in school at the same time.

We all know Riddle has mommy issues. He always had been treated horribly by those around him (enabling someone’s tyrant-like behavior isn’t treating them right, Trey). When you came in with your kind and gentle disposition, he immediately clung to you… although he wouldn’t admit it. He couldn’t go 5 minutes without your presence next to him.

Like Trey takes up the father-friend of the dorm, you take up the mother-friend of the dorm. With how much you two hang out, everyone thinks you are dating the vice-dorm leader. However, you calmly explain that you are actually dating the dorm leader and you are just great friends with Trey.

Riddle loves how you never raise your voice unless it’s out of absolute necessity. All of the dorm members can tell that he has calmed down significantly ever since he met you. He has learned that yelling could make a situation go from bad to worse. It’s always best to analyze with a calm mind, then make the most logical decision.

When you tell him about your past and how your family was killed by a demon and he even turned your sister into a demon, he is angry. You continue to tell him the hardships you had to deal with in your world and how you were suddenly transported to Twisted Wonderland. You told him how you planned to find a way back to your world.

In Riddle’s mind, you just told him that if you could leave Twisted Wonderland, you’d do it with no hesitation. Had your time here with everyone… with him… meant nothing to you? Of course it didn’t. You had a whole other world of people that you cared for, and surely you must miss them a lot.

ANYWAYS, he would definitely have you use your strong sense of smell to sniff out rule-breakers. They will be banned from the daycare… wait, wrong game. They will be beheaded upon discovery, unless you talk him out of it and tell him that you will handle it.

When you bring up the idea of switching clothes, Riddle is hesitant. But when he put on your Demon Slayer Corps and found out how comfortable it was. He put on a clip-on version of your hanafuda earrings, and it took a while to adjust to the added weight to his ears. Plus, they would whack him in the face whenever he turned his head with too much force. There’s also the sword, which he has no idea how to wield. 

When he sees you in his dorm uniform, he blushes. You looked stunning. Then he noticed how you seemed to be wobbling. He looks down and sees that you’re struggling to walk in his heels. He goes and has you grab onto his arms to steady yourself. He tells you that you look like how he imagined the Red Queen looked: regal, beautiful, and graceful (minus the almost-breaking-your-ankles [don’t worry, I can’t walk in heels either]). 

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #fem reader #female reader

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

Forbidden Fruit

A Grayson Hawthorne x oc fic

Warnings/notes (regarding the whole fic) : slight cursing, sexual innuendos, no smut, MLM, friends to enemies to lovers, might be a lil ooc (forgive me first fic ever if you dont count 'Wine and Woes'), i also changed Cassian to a human instead of a faerie, also, it's gonna be a little slow, please bear with me.

(please heed that this only a work of fiction, so do not be influenced by it, and for the love of God don't do anything that's happening in this fic.)

(trespassing is not a light matter, especially when you're breaking into a multi-billionaire's house. Doing this will have its consequences 🙏💀)

Word count: Idk man, lots of words here 💀

Summary: Grayson Hawthorne had always wanted to be like his grandfather. He had never been in the business of making friends, until he meets someone who is going to turn his life upside down, and possibly make his brain short circuit

Prologue

Part 1

"your ego is bigger than Jupiter itself. Your IQ on the other hand, is the complete opposite"

"i know you ain't talking like that when you don't know what basic slang is, blondie"

"i prefer doing more productive things than spending all my time on such uselessly mind-consuming pieces of media"

"........ This is why you have no friends and no bitches"

"i have you." Grayson smiled, something he rarely did "maybe that's all I need."

Pre-Timeskip

Grayson Hawthorne was not in the business of making friends, much like his grandfather, Tobias Hawthorne. Even though he was only 13 years old, he relied on himself, he did not ask for help. Grayson knew he was extraordinary, his grandfather had made sure he knew.

He was prepared for every possible outcome in every possible situation. Or so he thought, until he was face to face with a rather unusual looking boy

Unusual in the sense that the boy was wearing muddy overalls, his fluffy brown hair had leaves and twigs stuck in it. His smile is too big, too bright, much like the sun shining overhead. Grayson's eyes trail down the short boy's appearance, hes holding his hands out to Grayson, holding two red geraniums in them. The geraniums are muddy too. Grayson's face scrunches up looking at the filth.

"Who are you?" Grayson glares at the boy "And how did you get in here?"

For anyone else, Grayson's glare would have been terrifying. His silver eyes making them uncomfortable in their own skin. But this boy? He kept grinning, and holding out his flowers. The audacity he had to ruin Grayson's peaceful garden time agitated Grayson.

"My name is Cassian!" Cassian smiles brightly "Whats yours?"

Grayson did not want to answer, this boy's innocence was.....annoying, but he did so out of politeness, and perhaps the hope that maybe this boy would leave if he knew who he was talking to was far superior.

"Grayson" Grayson introduced himself "My name is Grayson Hawthorne."

Grayson did not see any flash of recognition in the boy's midnight blue eyes. That agitated him more. First, this boy had the audacity to interrupt his peaceful garden time, Now, he didn't even know who Grayson was?!

"Woah! You have a cool name! Grayson. Gray, like your eyes" he says in awe, as if he had never seen gray eyes before

What was Grayson even supposed to say to that? Grayson frowns at Cassian. Hoping that maybe he'll see the obvious annoyance and leave. But Grayson's hopes were nothing if not futile, because Cassian just smiles at him.

Instead, he just tells him something Grayson does not want to know

"My last name is Moonbeam!" he smiles

Cassian Moonbeam? What a ridiculous name..... Grayson thought

It was also not a name Grayson recognised, so one, this boy was not from a prominent family, and two, he was not a worker's son. Since those children never approached Grayson, knowing who he is.

"You do realize that you're trespassing, right?" Grayson raises an eyebrow, looking down his nose at the boy

Cassian cocks his head to the side a little "Trespassing?" he says, expression neutral "but there's only one of me, wouldnt that make it unopassing?" he grins

This boy..... Grayson's mind comes up with a few rude words, but he decides to keep them to himself.

Instead, he calmly says "That wasn't funny"

"it wasn't meant to be."

"How did you get in here?"

"i slid through the tall border thingy" Cassian points at the tall border that separated the woods from the estate. Grayson's eyes slid from the metal border back to Cassian

"And no one saw you? Not even one of the guards? And how in the world did you manage to slip through the gap?!"

"oh. Um. Well, i kinda watched the guards routine a lot, so I slipped in when they were away." Cassian grins "And it's not that small of a gap. Plus, I'm small and lean"

Grayson was so done with this kid and this whole conversation. He wanted this boy gone

He sighs and states "Trespassing, especially onto the Hawthorne estate, is a crime"

Cassian's grin disappears and he cocks his head to the side "Crime? Are you saying the police are gonna arrest me?"

"im saying they can if they are notified"

"Then let's not tell them." Cassian slightly juts out his lower lip

Grayson was appalled. Things like this should be notified. So no one else creeps onto the territory. Tobias Hawthorne was a man whose head multiple people wanted. Grayson didnt know who those people were or why, but he knew that with power, came risk.

"Are you seriously telling me I shouldn't tell someone that someone trespassed onto the territory?!"

Cassian shrugs and Grayson wants to strangle him, instead, he sighs exasperatedly

"How old are you?"

"11. Why?"

"Doesn't that explain so many things" Grayson says sarcastically and rolls his eyes

"What does that mean!?"

"Nothing you should be concerned about considering the situation you're in. How do you even plan to get out of here?"

Cassian looks a little confused "Huh? What do you mean? I'll just go back out the same way I came in"

Grayson scoffs "Thats not what I meant. Now, hypothetically, I don't tell on you, but do you really expect to just leave without a scratch? One of the guards could see you as you're trying to get out. Fate isn't in your hands"

Cassian pauses "But I already have scratches"

Grayson grits his teeth "Those are not the kind of scratches I'm talking about, Cassian"

"Doesn't matter." Cassian frowns slightly "What about you? How old are you?"

"I have no reason to tell you" Grayson replies dismissively, pauses, and then says "13"

The smirk on Cassian's face is smug "oh, so you're a baby. Like me"

"Baby?!" Grayson looks offended "I am not a baby!"

"You are" Cassian leans forward, and with one muddy finger, boops Grayson's nose "Boop!"

That's it. How dare this....this commoner touch him?! It was bad enough not knowing who he is, now this?!

"Do that again-" Grayson starts to threaten, but is cut off with another boop to the nose "Wha-"

"You said 'do it again' " Cassian smirks cheekily

"I swear to God-" Grayson takes a deep breath, composing himself. It was not like him to lose his temper over something like this "Do not do that again. Now, state your business for bothering me"

"Flowers." Cassian holds up the geraniums "For you."

Grayson paused, processing this information "......"

"you trespassed onto Hawthorne property to give me flowers?!"

Cassian nodded excitably

"You are either exceptionally smart or extremely stupid" Grayson sighs "i do not want your flowers"

"ill forgive you for calling me stupid, since I want to be your friend."

"i do not want you as a friend. Why would you even want to be friends with me?"

"Because you're a loner with no friends to bring you flowers" Cassian shrugs

Grayson had to admit, that stung. He did have so-called "friends", but he never was close with them, so they were more like strangers that he knew. But was he going to admit he didn't have friends to Cassian? Absolutely not.

"i have friends" Grayson grits through his teeth, fists clenching at his sides. He was getting impatient.

"No, you don't. I would've seen them if you did" Cassian says smugly

Grayson pauses, inhaling a sharp breath "you were stalking me?"

"i wouldnt say that," Cassian takes a step closer as Grayson takes one back "More like, saw you sitting here alone everyday as I passed by."

"And if i dont believe you?" Grayson says, internally prepared for a fight

"Well, I'm already here and giving you flowers. Red, right? Your favourite color?" he holds up the flowers again

"Youre a wierdo," Grayson slaps his hand away "i dont want your flowers."

Cassian frowns a little "oh. That's okay, maybe you hate these ones. I'll bring you some more tomorrow"

"Do not come back" Grayson grits

"im gonna" Cassian places the flowers at Grayson's feet, stands back up, looks at Grayson, shoots him a mischievous grin, and boops his nose again, making Grayson's nose officially the most booped part of his body.

Grayson opens his mouth to finally curse but Cassian starts running away "Oh, no, you don't." Grayson runs after him

But Cassian is surprisingly fast, and dodges Grayson multiple times

"We're playing tag, now?" Cassian snorts a laugh

Grayson realizes what's happening and stops dead in his tracks and frowns, glaring at Cassian.

"Leave." he says, barely holding on to his anger

"Why-" Cassian begins, but Grayson interrupts

"Leave before I tell on you. I'm giving you a free card once, don't expect it again" Grayson takes a breath through his teeth

Cassian slowly blinks at him, but then smiles softly and says "Okay! I'll figure out how to get out by myself next time"

Grayson watches as the boy sneakily watches out for the guards, and then darts into the woods without being seen, and eventually vanishes out of sight.

Grayson lets out a huff of irritation, and begins to walk back to the House, when he notices the muddy geraniums on the grass in front of him.

He hesitates for a second before picking them up.

I'll just throw them away, it doesn't matter. He thought

But a small part of Grayson, that he desperately tried to push away, wants to keep them. He doesn't want to admit it, but he really did not have any friends to bring him flowers. He was still suspicious of the boy, but he decided to see where all of this would end.

But for now, all he had to focus on was getting inside, taking a much needed shower, because of that pesky boy, and then attend lunch with his brothers and Grandfather.

Tagging:

@never-enough-novels @pink-mask-06

#First fic #Don't judge too harshly #💀 #I hope yall like it #It took time #I shouldve been studying #the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #the grandest game #the hawthorne vault #xander hawthorne #grayson x reader #grayson hawthorne x reader #Grayson hawthorne x oc #Grayson hawthorne x Cassian Moonbeam #I was thinking of calling it Moonthorne #Forbidden Fruit fic #Hamnahs fanfics #Hamnahs fanfiction

[lxverrings]

Omggggg I just read my req 😭❤❤

Te amo te amo te amo te amo TE AMOOOO!!

I'm actually from Spain 👀

I honestly loved it like all your other works lol ❤❤

I also have another req if you don't mind 💀

Miguel O'hara with reader that is a spiderwoman with the same traits as him (fangs, claws, organic webs) but it was against her will (aka human experimentation) and has a hard time trusting others because of that.

Just some angst / confort

- Spanish anon 💫

One In the Same.

A Miguel O’hara drabbleish

Warnings: anger issues. Lotsa... Yelling </3 lashing out, angst with a comfort-ish ending. GN! Reader!!!

Summary: Miguel forgets how easily he can break with someone that acts and is like him.

A/N: I forgot Spain. How the FUCK did I do that. Still my favorite Nonnie, También te amo, Cielito <3 —I’mma keep you at Solecito ; anyway!!! I did some research on Miguel’s powers— why does he have telekinesis. Well, that’s in the quirked up ginger comics, so I just took the overall ATSV things! I wasn’t sure about the red eyes, so I gave reader pink eyes to differentiate text! Enjoy!!!

Again, he didn’t know what he was doing when he recruited you and your bright spinel colored eyes, sunken into themselves with clear exhaustion burning in your eyes. Wearing the sunglasses he also tended to wear when he was outside more than not, getting empanadas or conchas de chocolate.* He didn’t expect anything as abnormal yet.

Yet he... Hated it.

Look at you, the same powers. Some potential variant of him or whatever?

But...

Pero... *

He lacked social skills already, hell, Miguel’s sorry ass coops up in his own little Man Cave and only LYLA glitches in unexpectedly

(Alfred and Batman?)

Well.

That didn’t matter. You would rarely talk at meetings. He didn’t have to worry about you... But why?

Why didn’t he?

He had to worry about everything going intricately perfect already! Why not one more thing?

The hard truth was... You didn’t trust him. And Miguel realized this when he tried to reason with you on going to a mission.

“Apúrate. No tenemos todo el pinche día.”

He heard your sigh and suddenly jerked his head as you spoke.

“Can’t I do this alone?”

“What the shock are you talking about?”

“You heard me.”

He could almost hear his blood pressure rising in an instant, anger fueling him without much effort.

Embarrassing, really.

“I did. Ahora, cállate*. I don’t want to hear it.”

“I don’t want you to come.”

“Too shocking bad.”

Well that fueled your agitation. “I don’t... Want you there, coño!*”

“What did you just shocking call me?”

The argument got more heated, so heated in fact, that he got too close— that it made you flinch and smack him square across the face.

“I— um...”

“Fuera.*”

You complied.

Rushing home, through your portal as the adrenaline wore down. Once it did, you saw him clearly. The version of your boyfriend that brought you against your will. You were pretty for him. He took off your walls and focused on himself selfishly, calling you pretty like a mantra, bruising your skin senselessly until it bled, and even then, his sorry ass just called you pretty as a habit.

Never once beautiful.

And that was enough for him to throw you to his uncle who experimented on you to his heart’s delight.

Tears flooded down your face, in your civilian clothes, and that faithful watch heard your distress.

Every fucking night.

And Miguel was catching on too...

One week later, he found himself looking for your dimension.

“Shock me... Pinche reloj culero.*”

And eventually, your not-so-romantic knight in shining armor appeared.

Even Miguel could tell something was wrong as the orange portal lit up. Not that you could see it.

Awkwardly, he patted your back, making you flinch.

“Shock— look. I’m sorry, I—”

“Yo soy la qué debería pedir perdón.”

Miguel just sighed and awkwardly sat next to you. It was awkward sitting next to you like this.

It had been a while since Miguel had done anything similar. So he just quietly wrapped a single arm around you...

And let you cry there.

Translations:

Conchas de Chocolate is a type of bread, can’t accurately translate because that’s like saying Baguette but translated

But...

Hurry up. We don’t have the whole damn day.

Now, shut up.

Asshole.

Get out.

Dumb useless watch.

I’m the one that should be saying sorry.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #what the shock #let him be awkward #tee hee

[cherry-dr0p]

◇ Dedicated OC post ~ The Blyth Siblings ◇

Talking about my OCs more because I love them dearly :3

More info -

Sam Blyth

Age: 23

Pronouns/gender: They/Them [Non-binary]

Sexuality: Androsexual

Species: Angel / [REDACTED]

Height: 4'11

Description: Sam Blyth is the younger sibling of the Blyth family, being Andrew's younger sibling. Sam is a shy, sensitive soul who struggles to communicate with those they aren't familiar with and cries at any minor inconvenience that is brought upon them. They love to wear dresses due to the fact it makes them feel prettier.

They have an obsession with strawberries and adore the colour pink, especially baby pink. When you get to know Sam, they can be the kindest soul you could meet. Unfortunately Sam can get overly emotional a whole lot and can rarely stand up for theirself. They hardly ever get actually angry but when they do, they get angry. Sam LOVES animals, they deem them as cute and fluffy. However, their favourite are cats.

Powers: Sam technically is the strongest in my OC's universe, but they are completely clueless to that fact. Sam had been told from a young age to never use the abilities they have, which means that they don't use their more obvious abilities. However, being the angel of nature, although it isnt their total duty to look after the wildlife, they do so anyways due to their love for animals in general. They had soon discovered at a later age that they can communicate with animals, which makes things much easier in terms of finding out their needs.

Sam's gemstone weapon is a bow, meaning their can summon their own designed bow and arrows at any time given.

However, Sam discovers bit by bit little things, like controlling water, or making tiny gusts of wind. They cant control the weather as such, but they can currently do minor things. Sam hasn't been taught how to use their abilities, so it's only minor abilities they can do

Though when Sam feels extreme emotions (seething rage, unwavering sadness etc.), well. I won't explain. >:3 but they become much stronger for a short period of time. I will not elaborate because uhh mysteriousness or something.

Andrew Blyth

Age: 237

Pronouns/gender: He/him [Cis Male]

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Angel

Height: 5'6

Description: Andrew is the oldest sibling of the Blyth family, being Sam's older sibling. Andrew is filled with grace, elegance, and is extremely strict on how he presents himself. He is obsessed with how others perceive him, even going as far as to have his appearance a certain way, otherwise, it bothers him a lot. He is kind, caring, and mature. He enjoys the idea of him being a strong, corageous man.

Andrew is the role model in my universe, as others see him as almost "perfect" to a certain extent. Truth be told, how he presents himself to the public isnt how he really is. He has an alcohol problem and is quite depressed. The stress of desperately obsessing over continuing to serve others a role model wears him down. He has fought against 2 wars against the main antagonist of my universe - Discord - in which serves as a big reason people look up to him (especially the mortal humans). Only those extremely close to him know about his deteriorating mental health.

Andrew is a human born angel; being turned into one after dying unlike Sam, who was born one. His halo is twice the size of his head and his wings are huge. He was born in 1785 France, in which he became a famous poet in France(Paris) in the 1800s. Sadly, that was short lived as he died and became an angel in his 30s.

He loves to read books and write poems, and is also extremely intelligent. He can learn things he wants to rather quick with his intelligence and smarts.

(He's my most traumatised OC too 💀)

Power: Andrew has a couple of powers.

1. He has puppeteer strings that come from any surface to lift something/someone or control someone(for an extremely short amount of time. I.e. a minute or two). His strings are green and have a soft green glow to them, and weak or sturdy depending on Andrew's willpower or strength. However, this ability has some cons. First of all, he hardly ever combats anymore, so he rarely uses it for combat. Second, they have to be on a surface (i.e they cant come from the sky). Third, how sturdy or strong the strings are depends on his physical strength at the time (If he is weak, the strings will be too, and vice versa). Finally, He can only control people for a very short period of time, as it uses up his magic and strength very quickly. Typically he doesnt use the controlling part of his power as he just doesnt like the general feel of being able to do that.

2. Andrew's gemstone weapon is a golden spear, in which he can summon as many as he wishes in a single battle.

Yeah I'm done rambling :3 I love these two sm... But perhaps I shall introduce more later down the line.

#OCs #angel ocs #original character #original characters #Angels #I love tjem... #Holds them both gently #Throws Andrew on the ground/j #OC ramble #OC rant #they are my children... #Yes Im the OC owner who calls their OCs her children #RSAHDHFHFGHG #Hit post button

[goldsainz]

Firstly, congratulations girlie-pop onn hitting 3k!! like what that's soo amazing so so proudd.

For the celebration, if you would allow me.

◦∘｡ﾟ. cindy lou who . . . send me a description of yourself, and i’ll ship you with an f1 driver/reserve driver.

So I'm Indian British! and I'm studying a mix of Law and Finance, definitely would describe myself as old money? And one of my main "philosphies"? I geuss, is that I believe that money comes before emotions.

So you could say that I'm waiting for that special someone who would prove me wrong? Maybe that's why I'm a romance author [and a hopeless romantic, i'm talking rom-coms and books till i die].

I have glasses, if that matters? lol. And I'm definietly scared of romance for myself and all associated emootions 😭

100% an extrovert, but I do like stayiing at home if I want to. Definetly a cuddles person and would prefer to show my love instead of say it, except if necessary IN WHICH I WOULD NOT HESITATE, CAUSE LORD KNOWS SOME OF THESE MEN NEED IT [looking at you "depressed Charles and Lewis meme" and just Lando, all of him]

My favourite artists include, lana del ray, hozier, the weekend and chase atlantic, my favourite colour is navy blue, my general looks are probably brown skin [think milky coffee but make it ethnic] and I have shoulder length black hair <33

Sorry if this was too much, i can also be kinda blabbery 💀

Love youuu <33

you’ve been matched with . . . lando norris!

lando acts as if he’s so cool, but really he’s a big softie.

he would change your mind however he can. he would make you love love, and also fall hopelessly in love with him.

it would definitely be a “he fell first, she fell harder” relationship.

your romance books would now be based on real life experiences, they would be more detailed and heartfelt than ever before.

he’s really a book boyfriend brought to life.

you’re both extroverts but appreciate alone time and staying in.

lando travels all year round, so when he can stay at home and chill with you, he will take the opportunity instantly.

he’s such a cuddly person. you could say he’s “clingy” at times but that just makes you love him more.

he doesn’t need words to know your feeling for him and understands that love doesn’t need words to be expressed.

despite your favourite colour being navy blue, you’ll wear papaya orange on race weekends to support him.

those rare times you wear blue, he joked you should go to the red bull garage.

#°:.•*.✵ my 3k celebration ! #☆ charles-leclerizz

[cassiopeiasdaughter]

Hi! Can I get a ❤️ with any Harry Potter character? (Doesn’t matter which era!) I’m a 5’8 ravenclaw with pale skin and 3b-3c dirty blond/goldish brown hair. I have hazel eyes and wear glasses too, I’m also an Aquarius and entj-t! Personality wise I would say I’m very smart but when it comes to geography I could not be stupider💀💀 I get along with people very well and I’m really talkative lol but at the same time I’m so easily agitated, and I definitely like having my own space majority of the time‼️ I’m always very stressed when it comes to school but there’s rarely anything to worry over anyways lmao anyway I hope that’s enough and ty in advance!!

(you sound gorgeous inside and out!)

OK so, I was very conflicted but I think I got it.

I think your ideal partner would be someone introverted, and very independent. I think you wouldn't go for the typical quiet moody intelligent guy/girl though (even though we all love them, as we should)

I think you also need someone who is interesting and adventurous, who doesn't mind putting themselves out there, and experiencing new things, getting out of their comfort zone.

You want someone as smart as you, to challenge you, but not necessarily academically. You want someone, witty, sarcastic, funny, bold.

And not someone clingy (which is v real) or too sensitive. You want someone who wouldn't care about you not wanting to spend time with them, wouldn't feel bad/insecure about it, they would accept it, as they accept you.

So, from all that, I think your ideal partner would be Charlie Weasley and let me explain myself a bit more. He is not self-conscious at all and doesn't conform to society's standards (hot). He is independent and has his dragons to busy himself with, leaving you time & space. This doesn't mean that you wouldn't see him, no. He would love spending time with you. Taking you on adventures all over the world (you can learn geography that way lmao), helping you explore your limits also.

I think he would love to hear your opinion on matters that trouble him. Being a Gryffindor and a dragon-caregiver I see him as a fiery person, and a bit hotheaded, so making decisions isn't something he excels at. That is why your opinion would be very important for him, you are an Aquarius which means you think out of the box while also remaining logical. (Also thanks to your ENTJ-T personality).

You two are like fire and air, you push eachother to be the best version of yourselves and you have so much fun together.

also I just woke up but I simply couldn't go on with my day without thinking about this first.

I truly wish for you to find a Charlie in your life- and for that same Charlie to find you too.

I would love to hear your thoughts on this!!!

#shipping

[elettralightwood]

AS REQUESTED I AM BACK TO SCREAM AT YOU ABOUT STRANGER THINGS, I WATCHED THREE MORE EPISODES LAST NIGHT AND OH MY FUCKING GOD

Legit every time a tiktok audio comes up I have to pause the TV cause I absolutely LOSE IT, "if the human body doesn't get water, it will die" I NEVER KNEW THAT WAS FROM STRANGER THINGS?? IT'S LIKE SEEING YOUR TEACHER IN THE SUPERMARKET IT'S LIKE WAIT I KNOW YOU-

Also in season 2 with "you have got to understand that there are consequences to your actions" "YOU are like papa" "... really?" WTF I LOST MY MIND

I absolutely love how they always start out in different groups and gradually all come together, like how did Steve end up with Robin Erica and Dustin in a secret Russian base oh my god 💀💀 "who do you work for" "SCOOPS AHOY. LOOK AT MY OUTFIT DO YOU THINK I JUST WEAR THIS" I love Steve the hair Harrington so much 💀💀

Also love that Russian guy Alexi, Hopper when he gets angry is so funny omg 💀

WHEN MIKE SAID HE LOVED EL AND COULDN'T LOSE HER UM EXCUSE ME SIR THAT'S TOO BLOODY CUTE

Sooooo the last episode we watched ended with Billy saying they're coming with their army thing and yeahhhh I'm a little bit afraid :D

AAAAAH YOU’RE BACK

PLS THE TIKTOK SOUNDS GET ME EVERY TIME ESPECIALLY THE YOU ARE LIKE PAPA 💀💀💀💀

PLS STEVE >>>>>>>> LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE AND I’M GONNA DIE ON THIS HILL

Aaaaah the russian guy my beloved🫶

FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE WHO SHIPS MILEVEN. DO U KNOW HOW RARE WE ARE??? I’M SO GLAD YOU SHIP THEM TOO🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Bestie i can’t wait to hear your thoughts on the ending

[ectoamerican]

Misc. Ask Meme || accepting

///Now because I got sick my energy levels tanked and I was out for like a week. As a consequence I will be answering all of the emoji’s I got in a single long post!

@paul-ite sent: 

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

What sleep schedule? LOL But no, really. Danny barely gets any time to sleep. Between keeping up with his regular responsibilities as a teen with chores and keeping Amity Park safe from Ghosts... he might get an hour or two of sleep if he’s lucky. Usually that happens... at his desk in school... much to his teachers’ dismay. Additionally, he’s a very light sleeper. It doesn’t take much to wake him. On the very rare occasion he COULD get a full nights sleep... he actually is very likely to wake up from night terrors. Usually involving memories of his own death in the Fenton Portal or nightmares involving a canon bad ending alternate ending version of himself. (This is Dan Phantom, or Dark Danny)

🎨 - What’s their favorite color?

Danny has a lot of candidates for his favorite color. One might assume Red, since he wears a splash of it on his shirt. But, his room is uniformly .... BLUE. I know this is because it’s easier on the animation team. I go with blue. Night sky blue, specifically. If he could he would just say ‘galaxy’ as a favorite color option, however. 

🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies?

The short answer? Absolutely.  The long answer? HERE.

☕ - Coffee or tea? ( also asked by lanternslight. )

He wouldn’t say no the either of them. But out of the two he likes coffee more. It doesn’t really help keep him awake, but it’s tasty with the right amount of cream/milk/sugar.

🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them?

Yes! It’s a combination of the two. Most are decorative, but for the small amount of sleep he does get, it can help to stave off the nightmares to have contact with something. (there are some in his pinterest board for his bedroom. :3)

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

He finds most of them inaccurate or cheesy, but for him that’s part of the charm. Overall he really likes them though. He doesn’t really scare easily considering what he is and what his daily life is like. so It would take more psychological horror types of movies to actually make him feel some sense of dread.

@lanternslight sent: 

🎢 - Do they like amusement parks? What’s their favorite ride?

Danny loves amusement parks! Especially if he has someone to enjoy the park with. His favorite rides are usually the biggest coasters or the Ferris wheels. 

☂️ - How do they feel about rain?

He doesn’t particularly like being in the rain. But he likes the sound of it. He likes the sound of thunder too. seeing lightning? Not so much. Reminds him a little too much of when he died. 

🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?

That entirely depends on the situation and subject matter. School presentation? About something he doesn’t particularly care for? He’ll probably do terrible. About something he loves? He’ll do great. If it’s to inspire others, it depends on if there’s some kind of immediate danger. He tries harder if it means others will be safer for it. 

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

Well, his family. There’s two sides to this coin, however. He’s embarrassed by them. And also embarrassed he may not measure up to their intellect. It’s difficult to not see other people in town make fun of his parents and not take notice of it. On the other hand, Danny rightfully considers his family to be geniuses.

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

The thing here is... there aren’t many that he doesn’t appreciate. Any kind of positive gesture depending on who you are (really as long as you aren’t Vlad Masters) will work for him. He likes hugs/touch, gifts, words of affirmation or validation. He just craves positive relationships with others, platonic or otherwise.... likely because he doesn’t get much of it outside of his very very small friend group and family.

@brokentoys​ and paul-ite sent: 

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

Why he’s so disliked.  He understands why Phantom isn’t. To the people of Amity Park Phantom is just another trouble making ghost, especially after he was framed for kidnapping their old mayor.  What he won’t ever understand is why the people of Amity Park, his peers at school especially, dislike Danny Fenton so much. For sometime, he thought maybe it was the family he came from. After all, people openly mocked and made fun of them for their career choice. (even though ghost hunters are so sorely needed in this place. :/ ) But, Danny decided there must just be something wrong with him personally. Mostly because nobody seemed to hold the same level of disdain for his sister as they did for him. 

#hc II ghost writing #ask answers II ouija board #long post #///thank you so much for sending these!! #sorry it took so long to answer them tho x3 #i've been thinking about them the whole time

[papirouge]

Turkish and Arab men have beautiful face structures 👀 I agree too and GOOD HAIR. All the guys I knew that were middle eastern or turkish also smelled wonderful. Idk what cologne they used but I loved how so many these guys knew how to groom themselves well. some had a good skin care routine. While other guys thought washing their asses or brushing their tongue was “gay” at my old church I had friends who married young complain about their husbands not knowing how to wash their dicks, buttcracks and finger nails. The stories of wearing days old underwear and socks with holes was so off putting. Just nasty. Some of them were just… you couldn’t water board that out of me

Before replying, I want to point out the crazy energy shifting in your ask: from their heights of Eastern men finesse appreciation........to the dirty buttcrack of crusty Western scrotes.... I-💀 WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME, ANON??😭

FACE STRUCTURE + GOOD HAIR(LINE) IS EVERYTHING. A good square jaw/chin can do a lot! That's why on that aspect Eastern men are superior to Westerners BIG TIME (they tend to not age as badly as them too). Even Western White supremacist scrotes admit their own shortcoming by identifying themselves as masculine vikings when they are balding chinless Western Europeans.....not Slavs lmao Some Western men are very handsome though but their aging process is CRIMINAL. For example, I've always found Benjamín Allen (model) very beautiful, but then he hit the wall like mad once he hit (only) 26 YEARS OLD

(left: 20 years old / right : 26 years old💀)

There are some exceptions ofc. Nicolaj Coster Waldeau is aging like fine wine....👀 (I'm not into older men like that but damn...he's fiiiiiiiiiiine - I love his quirky nose<3). Hands down the most attractive White man in the industry💗 Unproblematic terfy* Danish KING🇩🇰🤍

And yeah, I'll trust Middle Eastern and Jews over any other demographics when it comes to hygiene, bc their religion makes it compulsory for them to remain clean and wash their hand regularly. Meanwhile, Westerners had this thing of being scared of water over weird superstition... It's funny how Westerners think that people from 3rd counties are dirty when the plagues were neither in Africa or Asia, but EUROPE and was transmitted through rats and other filthy routines....*shudders* Back when I was in Tanzania, at the restaurant, there was always someone wandering through the table with a bowl and a jug of water so that people could wash their hand before eating. In countries with less infrastructure, they are way more cautious with hygiene by taking easy actions like that. And in before "but the plague was centuries ago, now people have good hygiene!!" just know that here in France, it's not rare for me to see people leaving the toilets without washing their hands.... They are bioterrorists and should be prosecuted along with Al Qaida tbh

And yes, I've read body horror stories about people not washing their ass crack or their legs on reddit (it's always reddit...). People were saying they didn't feel the need to wash their legs because the water was flowing down there anyway....but what they didn't understand is that you still have to scrub the dead skin out of your skin!!! It's like saying "oh I don't need to wash my towel bc my body is clean after showering uwu" I've also read the stories of people WHO WERE NOT WASHING THEIR BATHTUB and were walking inside with FLIPFLOPS so much dirty it was, I-

#*girls on lolcow suspect him of being a terf bc he follows JK Rowling on twitter and never rehashed the trans koolaid👀 #answered