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mt-oe · 2 days
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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬—modern mizu x reader
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Hey dears!
This is my first fic in this blog. I'm quite nervous since it's been years since I wrote something creative and something outside of academics.
Yes, it's a popular song nowadays and I do only listen to selected songs by the artist. Might leave this be or might create a part 2. Let's see <3 Regardless, I hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa!
warning: not proofread, smut (mdni please!), she/her for mizu and implied afab reader, mention of virginity and bleeding
oh yeah, mizu is your ex-gf for this one.
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I don't really know if she cares or not All I know is she left a lot of stuff in my apartment She's never getting back
It had been a few weeks since you and Mizu broke up. She had initiated it during the middle of the semester. You were too stressed out with your project and being in a demanding program, and to her, you were just too much.
That was not to say she didn't try.
She did.
She absolutely fucking tried her best.
Going out of her way to buy you meals even if she was busy too, buying the materials you needed, letting you cry against her, and even doing some of the parts you struggled with despite not even having a clue on what to do. Nobody could tell her she never even tried.
But like anything else, if it gets used to it, it gets tired. The constant fighting and the amount of time she had gone to bed with a heavy heart was draining her.
A few days after your break up, you had come and collected your things from her apartment. Her heart sunk as your frown greeted her upon opening the door. With the cardboard boxes behind you and your friend in the driver's seat waiting for you, it was clear to her that you were there to take back what was yours that both of you once claimed were 'ours'.
The once happy and comfy abode becoming gloomy and cold as the trinkets you have displayed, the clothes you claimed are still clean, and the books you bought but never read were now gone.
It was just her and her thoughts. Her and her memories with you.
And as the smell on my pillow fades Her cigarettes might stay Like a Roman Coliseum A dry and worthless monument to our love
A sigh escaped her lips as she laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The bed that was once so warm with plushies and fluffy blankets was now cold. She rolled over and looked at what was once your side of the bed. Your pillow still smelled faintly of you, a smell that brought her so much joy and comfort.
As she leaned closer to the pillow and closed her eyes, allowing herself to take in the fading scent from your pillow, the image of you laying down beside her appeared in her mind.
"Good morning.." You whispered groggily, giving her a sleepy yet angelic smile. Your cheek against the pillow as the rays of the morning sun shone against your hair, giving it a brighter hue than it usually had.
A small, almost unseen, smile appeared on Mizu's lips. Her long, slender fingers tucking in a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture sent a shiver down your spine, making you grip the blanket closer to your bare chest, covering the love bites and hickeys she had given you. Her sharp blue eyes scanning every detail of your face. The way your cheeks was subtly smushed against the pillow, the flutter of your eyelashes as you blinked, the way your pupils dilated as you stared back at her.
You purse your lips as you stared back, a glint of mild amusement swirling with the admiration you had for your girlfriend. "What..?" you chortled, leaning closer to her.
"Nothing." She gently pulled you closer, hand giving the plush of your ass a light playful squeeze. "Just admiring..."
I still have your lighter I still have your book I still have everything you brought, but you never took
Mizu let out a groan, opening her eyes to the dull sight of her wall. "That's right.. She's gone.' she thought, rolling her eyes at herself for even feeling a bit of joy reminiscing about you beside her.
Pushing herself up, her hand reached onto her bedside table to grab a cigarette. Her back rested against the bedframe, she placed the cig between her lips. A Marlboro Red. Before you, she used to smoke blues, a recommendation by Taigen that never left her.
That was until she met you.
After meeting you, she went from smoking a pack or two a day to chewing on gum. It wasn't because you convinced her to quit or to appeal to you. It was because she wanted all of you. The taste of your lips, the taste of your tongue—hell, even the taste of your perfume when she pulled you in. She wanted it all.
Now, she was back to smoking. Your absence leaving a pit in her and an odd sense of loneliness in her mouth. This time, she was smoking reds, a want to forget your taste to cope with the ache you left.
Well, she was about to, but when her hands reached into her drawer for a lighter, she found none.
A small "what the fuck?" left her lips as she sat up straight, pulling the bedside drawer out fully to search for the small metal lighter she always kept. Eyebrows knitting together, she pulled out every item in her drawer but to no avail. Her lighter was not there.
What she found, however, was a book. Your book. It was already unwrapped and some corners folded in place of a bookmark. Her heart stopped as she inspected it, hand taking the cigarette from between her lips and onto her ashtray.
Mizu opened the book and began reading from the page where you left off. After scanning over the words printed on the novel, she set it down before letting out a huff of bittersweet amusement. Yup, this book was definitely hers now.
It was a mature novel. A damn fucking smutty novel.
"Mizu.." You called out, a sly yet playful look on your face. You walked over to her desk with the book in your hand, finger slipped in between the pages.
She looked up from the computations she was doing, head turning towards you. "What is it?"
Your hands opened the book, placing it on top of her notebook. Her eyes scanned the paragraphs you highlighted, eyes narrowing as she read out the graphic descriptions of the characters shoving their digits inside each other, each word describing the erotic sounds made and the intensity of the arousal the characters felt.
She gulped, swallowing the pooling saliva at the back of her mouth as she handed the novel back to you. "What...do you mean by this?" she asked carefully, cautious not to embarrass herself by revealing how the written scene made her feel some sort of heat between her legs.
Hands slipped down between her legs, eliciting a groan from the usually stoic woman as you slid your hands down. "Mizu." You bent down to her height and tossed the closed book on top of her desk, knocking the pens and pencils further back.
"I want to do that too."
You know where to find me And I know where to look
The scene replayed in her mind like a video tape. The way you looked at her with such want. The way she pushed you down roughly against the bed, hand taking off your dress with such desire she almost ripped it by the seams. The way your eyes looked up at her as if waiting for her to continue, demanding her to continue.
Your back arched against the mattress, hands gripping the sheets as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Fuck.." Mizu breathed out, watching the strap-on sink in to your glistening cunt. A choked back moan escaping your lips as you bit your cheeks in, tears springing from the corner of your eyes as the plastic stretched you further.
"Halfway in, dove." She groaned out, eyebrows furrowing as if she could feel you through the toy, hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs harder.
Your eyes glanced at her before rolling back as she pushed the strap-on further inside, the pain of the stretch making you whimper. "W-Wait...please.." You moaned in a whiny, slightly pained manner, a hand moving from gripping the sheets to gripping Mizu's arm.
Her movements halted immediately upon feeling your nails against her arm, digging into it and creating crescent-shaped marks. Her eyes traveled from the pained-yet-pleasured expression on your face to your hole.
"Holy shit..." She whispered, pulling out a bit to see it clearly. Blood. You were fucking bleeding. "Dove...I'm so fucking sorry. I—"
She was cut off by you pulling her down for a kiss. Your hands wrapped around her as your nails dug on to her shoulder, eliciting a moan from her. Mizu had no idea you were a virgin. It was never a piece of information she had considered nor cared about until now. In fact, her concern was placed on the fact that you were bleeding.
Her eyes widened as she felt your legs wrapping around her back, pulling her closer and pushing the toy in more. "Take it..." You moaned out, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck me...take me"
You were offering yourself to her, letting her take your first time.
Mizu's eyes narrowed, the feeling of worry disappearing as it was replaced by a carnal desire. Her hands gripped your trembling thighs harder as she lifted them up more and pushed you down further, almost knocking all the air out your lungs as she put you in a mating press position.
Her hips pushed the toy inside you, biting her lip at the wet squelching noise your pussy made. A moan escaped both your throats as the length of the toy was fully inside you. She paused for a moment before looking at you with narrowed eyes as if asking you for consent to continue.
The moment you nodded, she immediately pulled the toy almost all the way out before pushing it completely, eliciting a loud moan from you. Her hips continued to move, motion starting of slow but hard. The pain from your nails raking down her back stung, but she continued to move, not even bothering to move your hands.
How could she?
The sight of you taking her, all of her, like the good girl you are was scrumptious.
"Hurry...please.." You pleaded, thoughts blanking out as the pleasure overrode the pain you were previously in. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. The pleads coming from your mouth becoming incoherent as Mizu thrusts in faster and harder.
She gripped your chin, forcing you open your mouth before capturing you in another kiss. Her tongue exploring the caverns of your mouth, smiling slightly as she tasted you. Her eyes watching over your expression as she moved, taking in the way your eyes looked at her and the way it rolled back when she thrusted the dildo in roughly.
Your legs trembled as you continued to lock her in, pushing against her more. Incoherent moaning and whining mixed with low groans and grunts filled the room. The tightening feeling building up inside you as Mizu continued to move. Her thumb rubbed against your clit, making you moan almost desperately.
It didn't take long for your climax to come, a wave of pleasure bursting in you. She placed her hand against the small of your back as you arched against her. The way you closed your eyes shut, the way your eyebrows furrowed, the tears of pleasure that streamed down your face, the way your cheeks flushed. You were so fucking beautiful to her.
Mizu snapped back into reality, rubbing her face against the palm of her hands in frustration. The regret of breaking up settling in her. She stood up and placed the cigarette between her lips again. Her feet making no noise as walked over to the kitchen to grab the kitchen lighter she kept in cabinets, lighting the red and taking a puff out of it.
A groan escaped her lips as the self-hatred from making such a foolish decision sunk into her. After a moment of thought, she put on her dark biker jacket and a bunch of rings she put on as a habit before going out.
There was no way she'll let herself live in regret like this. Not after you let her take all of you.
Call it thieving, stealing, but she's taking back what's not hers.
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
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bbyquokka · 2 months
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Hyunnie thst type of bf to have a spa day with u when u had a rough day at work and he be like
Getting face masks and wine ready and he be like
"Spill the tea baby, what happened"😭
spa day
FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI
cw: gn reader, established relationship, food & alcohol mentioned, it gets suggestive at the end, hehe. words: 1k ~ (1,002)
a/n: soft thought turned slightly hard? mhm, yes, hehe. i dont make the rules, my mind told me to do it! i hope you enjoy! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3
dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!
“i'm so over today. freaking dumb ass people and their dumb ways of thinking. how can i give you a refund on something you used months ago!?” you mumble to yourself as you throw your bag on the floor and kick your shoes off.
your commotion makes hyunjin jump in his seat. he puts down his paintbrush and wipes his hands on an old tee. he peeks his head out of the studio door, brows furrowed together as he notices how stressed and unamused you look.
“fucking people. i don't get paid enough to deal with the bs.” you continue to grumble. you go to flop down on the sofa but a pair of strong and warm arms pulls you out of your bubble and back down to reality.
“oof!” you grunt as hyunjin pulls you into his chest. he rocks you side to side, stroking your hair softly.
“rough day?”
“you could say that.” you laugh bitterly before melting into hyunjin's chest.
“want to talk about it?”
"yeah, that'd be nice.” you whisper.
“ok. but go take a shower first.”
“trying to say i smell?!” you look up at him. hyunjin thinks for a split second and nods. you scoff and gently slap his chest. “ok ok, finee.”
you push yourself off him and walk to the bathroom. you do your usual shower routine, feeling a hundred times better and more relaxed in your comfy lounge wear.
you open the door to the bathroom and walk to the living area, gasping at how it currently looks.
the coffee table moved to the side to make room for two cushions and a blanket. candles lit up in the room with the tv on low volume. hyunjin dressed in shorts and his robe, his hair up on a half ponytail.
on the coffee table are two glasses of wine, bowls filled with your favourite snacks and treats, two facemasks and other spa inspired items.
hyunjin looks up at you as he pours you a glass before setting the bottle on the table. he gives you a warm grin before walking to you.
“what is this?” you whisper, still in awe.
"thought the best way to help you relax was to have a spa day!”
“you did all this in the time i was in the shower?” hyunjin nods and grins, clearly impressed with his handiwork. “that's impressive.”
“haha, thank you! now come and relax.” he guides you to the cushions. you sit down cross legged as he hands you a glass of wine.
“thank you.” you take the glass and take a big sip of it.
“easy there tiger. at least wait until food arrives.” he laughs
“you ordered food?”
“yeah, your favourite!”
“god i fuckin' love you.”
“i love you too.” hyunjin puts down his glass and grabs a face pack and a headband. he hands you the band and waits until you have finished putting it on.
he opens the pack and gently puts it on your face, soothing it out with his fingers. you hum softly at the refreshing coolness of the pack. you close your eyes slowly and sip your wine as you relax.
“all i need is some cucumbers on my eyes.” you mumble. hyunjin laughs softly before putting a mask on himself, relaxing beside you and sipping his wine.
“so, tell me what happened.”
“ugh. well–” you go on a rant and rave about work, about the customers, managers and bosses. the more you talk, the more annoyed you start to feel. hyunjin simply nods his head and listens to you.
he's good like that. he won't interrupt you in the slightest and just let you go on. once finished, does he soothe you with some kisses and hugs.
halfway through your long rant, the doorbell rings. hyunjin answers the door to the food delivery guy, forgetting about his mask. the delivery guy gives hyunjin a shocked face before laughing when hyunjin explains the situation.
he walks back to you, explaining what just happened. you laugh and make jokes about it, forgetting about your rough day at work and why you were so angsty to begin with.
“thank you, hyun.” he looks at you as he peels off his mask.
“for?”
“for this. i appreciate it greatly.”
"no problem! i hate seeing you distressed so this is the least i can do for you.” you hum softly and take your own mask off.
after eating the food, hyunjin gives your hands a massage and even paints your nails. you do the same, matching the colour he has given you. you both enjoy each others company and enjoy what he has done for you.
you can't believe how lucky you are.
“strip.” you blink at his sudden request before noticing the bottle of massage oil in his hand. you strip yourself of your tee, resting on your stomach with your chin on your hands.
hyunjin straddles you and pours the lotion onto your back. you shiver at the coldness which makes him laugh.
“wasn't expecting a massage, hyun.” you giggle
“it's not a spa session without a massage!”
"mhm, i guess you're right.” you grin before groaning. his thumbs dig into your tense back muscles, fingers working their magic on you.
you squirm underneath him, moaning and groaning. hyunjin swallows thickly as something so innocent is sounding so lewd to him. he feels himself heat up and his groin to feel warm.
“babe.. please, can you keep the moaning to a minimum.” he begs.
"but your fingers feel so good, hyun.” you grunt innocently as he digs into your muscles.
"yn.. please..” he huffs. you ignore him. hyunjin bites his lip hard, his penis twitching several times.
“h-hyunjin.” you moan softly.
“fuck.” you squeal as he turns you on your back suddenly. your eyes widen as you look up at hyunjin. his eyes filled with lust as he licks his lips, ready to devour you.
“you're doing this on purpose yn. you must really enjoy riling me up.”
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starlight-writer · 10 months
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Randomly Cuddling Them
A/n: Hahaha hiiii (⁠;⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)it's meeeee I'm baaaaack In all seriousness, I've been dealing with a shit ton of stuff and summer depression is kicking my ass. I'm sorry I haven't posted in ages even when I promised I would, I just haven't been able to motivate myself to write. I won't promise you guys a schedule or another fic anytime soon, but I will say that I have no intentions of deleting this blog or stopping writing all together. Just be patient with me and to those who have requested things, I'm sorry I haven't answered them. They'll all come in due time :) In the meantime, have some fluff to make you forget about your depression.
Warnings: none, fluff, slight angst(?)
Gn Reader Masterlist
Steven
Welcomes the cuddle with open arms
He'll ask if you’re ok a few times, just wanting to make sure his darling is feeling well
He'll pet your hair and start talking about his day or a new book he's read to fill the silence
"You wouldn't believe the ending though! The main character has to sacrifice his "
Just sort of talks about anything to fill the comfortable silence, hoping it'll distract you from anything that's stressing you out
Definitely playfully brags to Jake and Marc in the headspace during and after the cuddles
"They wanted to cuddle with me :D"
Once you're ready to pull away, he'll give you a kiss on the forehead and continue reading or whatever it was before, but keeps an eye on you
He isn't sure what brought on the cuddles, and while he loves them, he wants to make sure you're ok
If you start looking upset or frustrated with a task, he'll gently pull you away from whatever you're doing and sit you on the couch
"Lovey, you can finish it later, just sit with me for a bit yeah?"
He'll pull you into his chest and read aloud from his book or ramble about something to distract you
He'll play with your fingers, interlacing them and kissing your finger tips before holding your hand to his face
"Love you, darling"
He'll say in the sweetest voice, you'll forget all about the stresses of the day or the stresses of tomorrow
Mission accomplished
Marc
He's a little caught off guard, but pulls you into his arms eagerly
He'll never turn down cuddles (cough touch starved cough)
He'll run his fingers through your hair or rub his hand up and down your back
He'll ask if you're ok, but won't push past that
He'll stay silent unless you ask him to talk
"Uh... I saw a lizard earlier today. It reminded me of you cause it was cute :)"
He's trying his best
If you stay in his arms for a long period of time, he'll start to think something might be wrong so he'll start making really really bad jokes
"I went to the deli earlier and the sausage they gave me was the wurst :D"
He won't stop until you laugh and he's not above tickling you until you pee your pants
It's like he unlocks a little box inside his head of terrible jokes and playfulness just for the purpose of seeing you smile
After the cuddles session, he'll watch over you carefully
If you start looking stressed or tired or anything but relaxed, he'll pop off with another joke
"Ya know, babe, I used to hate facial hair. But then it grew on me."
Is that a frown on your perfect lips? Not on his watch
"I don't think I told you this before, but I used to be able to play piano by ear. Now I have to play it with my hands."
Eventually, if you start looking too stressed, he'll just pull you into another cuddle session
"Can't have my baby getting stressed."
He'll explain, kissing you on the forehead and shushing you if you try to leave
He'll carry you to bed or the couch, locking you underneath him with his head on your chest
"So comfy, might just fall asleep here."
He snores loudly, trying to coax a giggle or two out of you
And when you fall asleep from the warmth he gives off, he'll watch you with love in his eyes
"Goodnight, babe. I love you."
Jake
There're two ways this could go depending on how he feels
He could be very smug about it, hold you tightly to his chest, mutter things like 'poor bebito/a, so needy for their Papi~' and make sexual or teasing jokes to lighten the mood
Or he could hold you securely in his arms, run his fingers across your back, occasionally kiss your head, and ask in a hushed voice 'what's wrong, mi amor?'
He thrives on physical affection, so either way he's incredibly happy to give it to you
Whether it be a quick kiss, setting his hand on the small of your back as he walks by, resting his hand on your thigh as he drives, or just touching your knee with his in a crowded space, he loves all of it
And depending on why you suddenly held onto him, he'll be very attentive
If he's making jokes when you just want to be held, he'll pick up in it right away and mutter a small apology with a kiss
He'll hum a song he heard on the radio, he'll keep his breathing long and slow to help calm you down if needed, he'll even read you one of Steven's 'boring' books
He's like Marc in a way, they'll both do absolutely everything in their power to make you smile or laugh if the situation calls for it
If you've gotten your fill of cuddles and start to pull away, he'll pout and pull you back down, muttering something about feeling cold without you on top of him
Which is a lie, they run extremely hot which has cancelled many cuddle sessions in the summer because 'It's too hot, Jake! And don't give me those puppy eyes!'
He refuses to let you go until you explicitly tell him you want him to
He'll act all sad, but he lets you go after a passionate kiss
Openly watches you closely afterwards, determined to see any slip of annoyance or frustration so he can whisk you away to your shared room and cuddle the stress away
And the second your brow twitches in frustration, he's coming up behind you and hugging you
"Bebito/a, dance with me."
He'll say, already swaying to the music playing in his head
He'll spin you around and subtly drag you away from the chore or work you were doing with a charming smile and his swaying hips
When you've rested your head on his chest and sigh softly, following the shuffling of his feet and sway of his hips, he knows he's succeeded in calming you down
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ju1cyfru1t · 7 months
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Heeey, I stumbled upon your blog and wanna say it's sooo cuuute. And the fact that you're a minor makes it 10 times better because like, I turned 18 this year so that means I'm older than you and legally allowed to step onto my elder sister role to encourage you too keep going. The fics you've published are so nice and fluffy and heart-warming and, even though they are not perfect, they are so fun! Keep going!
Idk, I felt like saying something nice.
Aaalso, if you like to write headcanons, I'd love to see some with Leo or maybe all four turtles. If you need inspo, you could start off with a stressed/busy reader because with becoming an adult comes university :'D. And I think Leo would be particularly jelaous of the homework and refuse to leave the reader's arms even when there are ✨deadlines✨ and ✨assignments✨.
This is my first request btw and it wasn't meant to be one originally lol
Have fun!
omg thank you so so much this is actually so sweet and it fr means a lot :( 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I really hope you like this!
Rise! Leo x Overworked! Reader
Fluff! :D comfort? Headcanons + Drabble
gn reader! romantic but could be read as platonic
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- Leonardo obviously could not truly, fully understand academic pressure nor did he care to seeing as he had never really gone to school. He didn’t get what was so important about it to you, but he was supportive…to an extent.
- It just took all of your attention! he is needy
- There’s really no point in resenting something inanimate, but he doesn’t really seem to understand that.
- “what does your dumb homework have that I don’t?” “Are you seriously jealous of my homework right now, Leon?” “…Maybe.”
- as time went on and your schoolwork seemed to just keep piling on, he couldn’t deny he was worried about you. You just seemed so stressed and exhausted all the time, and midterms coming up did not help. He didn’t really know how to help you, or if he could at all but he could at least try to get you to rest a little.
“Uuuuggghhh, are you almost done?” Leo groaned, setting down his comic and watched you typing away at your desk as he laid on your bed.
“Yes, Leo, I am almost finished. “ You sighed, your back aching from sitting like that for so long and Leo sighed too. “You said that like an hour ago!”
“I know! I still need to proofread my essay again, turn in my reading guide, I think I have something missing for math right now-“ Your head was throbbing with tension as you held it in your hands.
“Come on, just take a break! you obviously need one…” he grumbled the last past, sitting up, he reached his arms out to you. He was staring at you pleadingly sigh then big ole’ eyes. “Just for a minute, I promise!”
You sighed deeply, standing up slowly. “Ok, fine. But only for a few minutes. I’m serious, Leo.”
“Yep, just a few minutes!” His eyes sparkled, and he practically tackled you. Leo laid on top of you, laying his head on your chest and he was squeezing you tightly. He really missed you…
Leo-1, homework-0
He could feel the tension in your body fade slowly, relaxing little by little. “This is nice…” You mumbled and yawned, your eyes shutting lightly.
“I told you so.” He smirked. Man, did he like being right. You allowed yourself to just have a moment of peace, trying so hard not to fall asleep. This was a nice moment, and you wanted to take it all in while you could. Oh, and you also needed to get back to work.
“Leo…I need to get back to work now.” You tried to sit up, but he just pushed you back down lightly, nuzzling into you.
“Nooo! Shhhh, just relax, babe.” Leo cooed, his soft voice made you feel warm and fuzzy as he churred,“Isn’t this comfy?”
“Yeah…but you are kind of heavy.” You mumbled the last part.
He gasped dramatically, but didn’t move at all, he was too comfortable like this. You were fighting to stay awake at this point.
“ I need to…finish my work.”
“Shhh~ don’t worry about that right now, just relax. I’ve got you.” It concerned you at how well he could soothe you so quickly, and soon you forgot about all of your assignments as you slowly drifted into a much needed sleep.
And soon a few minutes turned into a few hours.
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hexgaywire · 1 year
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LUXIEM Bedtime Routine
Writing type: Headcanons
Rating: SFW
Total Word count: 1036≈(before edits)
Other notes: Implied some sort of established relationship with the reader (you can interpret as platonic or romantic, it's up to you)
Featured?: Ike, Myta, Vox, Luca, and Shu
Author comment: HA! with a blog name like mine you'd expect a XSOLEI headcanons first but gotta keep them guessing ig.... Please enjoy;; my headcanons are a stream of my consciousness if anything; I haven't written anything publicly in like a year ahaha (killme)
Disclaimer and Reminder; this is based on the characters made by NIJISANJI, not the people behind the character voicing them. If in the future the person expresses or states that fics of this nature makes them uncomfortable I will 100% remove this or anything I write about the characters involved.
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Bedtime routine:
Always has a cup of sleepy time tea before bed
Will force you to drink one too (because you both have no sleep schedule <3)
For nights where you both go to sleep on time, skin care routine
Hear me out.... I'm talking face masks, creams the full sends baby
Once all of that is taken care of y'all will eventually change into whatever you sleep in (Oliver-sensei outted Ike the other day for sleeping in only boxers lmfao but that's not relevant)
He will spend at least an hour reading in bed before falling asleep, be prepared with a sleeping eye mask maybe?
Or start a night time books club with him because he will not change this
He is a novelist after all
Once he's done reading and the glasses come off, one of two things will happen
He will fall asleep immediately
Or you guys will be up for the majority of the night talking about deep stuff
You know those sleepovers you have with your homies where it gets deep, that's what I mean
Regardless what time you pass out you are sure to sleep safe next to Ike!
Extras:
Ike doesn't strike me as a guy who likes to cuddle in bed, if anything you accidently snuggle up to him he'll shuffle away from you
He sometimes will fall asleep at his desk which is a habit he only started since streaming, back when he was novelist he didn't have this problem for some reason
Ike sleeps with like one blanket? I hope you like the cold &lt;3
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Bedtime routine:
I feel like Mysta's bedtime routine is a wildcard, you never know what he's gunna be doing to eventually end up in bed
You brush your teeth and he goes "OoOOoh I knew I was forgetting to do something."
Sleeping feels more like a chore to him then a necessity
You'll catch this man up at 3 am playing Minecraft and he'll still be like "Oh shit, is it bedtime?"
He's a piece of work to even get him to start to migrate towards the bedroom
Once he finally changes and lays down; he's kind of like Ike, where he'll immediately pass out or will spend hours talking to you
However the conversations are more like "Why is cheddar cheese orange do you think?"
GOOGLE IT IDK I'M TIRED
Once he finally falls asleep he 100% mumbles in his sleep, you find it endearing as you slip on a pair of headphones or earplug's
Extras:
Opposed to Ike; you will wake up either cuddling or being cuddled by Mysta
Despite the struggle to get this man into bed, he sleeps better next to someone
Known to occasionally sleep walk
You found him in the bathtub one time it was kinda scary
He firmly denies this ever happened
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Bedtime Routine:
Vox is very ritualist when it comes to bedtime
He's also a very sleepy demon and enjoys maximizing his sleep to its full extent
So with him it's very "no nonsense"
He takes a shower
Blow-dries and cares for his hair
He brushes his teeth (While still in a towel)
Again h e a r m e o u t....
He's a voice demon that came back to life, he has a skincare routine for bedtime (Still in a towel btw)
All luxury products of course
After that he change into something comfy
For some reason after all of that this man sleeps in mismatched socks like a sociopathy
Once y'all lay down he'll watch some stupid memes on his phone of a bit or do some light reading
There is no in between
Once he's done however he is out like a light, usually within an arms reach of you
Extras:
Similarly to Mysta, you will wake up in his arms
It's funny because he insists it's entirely your doing
On the rare occasions where he can't sleep he'll get up and cook something
He says it helps him relax
The delicious aroma however wakes you up and the two of you share a lovely midnight snack
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Bedtime Routine:
Luca tends to stay up really late
This is partial because of old work habits (if no ones awake to see you get rid of a body then it isn't a problem)
Luca like Vox though has bit of a ritualist bedtime getting ready routine though
Shower
Brush teeth
Change
Without fall no matter how late into the night (morning) it is
Once in bed, he crashes
The man is out like a light
I think because his bedroom is definitely his own space he feels at ease and can just doze off
It does help that he has a very nice bed I guess too
Once again you know you can sleep safe next to Luca, he wouldn't let anything disturb you
Extras:
Like Mysta, Luca does occasionally talks in his sleep, but not nearly as loud as Mysta does
He doesn't strike me as the cuddling type either, i think if you tired it wake him up
Despite being able to sleep easily he also wakes up super easily
Again probably due to his pat
Fear not though, once Luca let's his gaurd down again he passses out pretty quickly again
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Bedtime routine:
Shu, like Ike, has a big cup of tea before bed
He swears up and down that drinking something warm before bed gets you to sleep faster
He's also diligent with his night time hygiene needs
Once again; for the final time, I'm asking you to hear me out
Skin
Care
Routine
You cannot sit here and tell Mr. Shu Sorcerer Yamino (eyyyyyyyyy) doesn't take good care of his skin
Off track but anyway
Kind of like Luca, once he's in bed he is out
I also feel like Shu snores but like not loud? It's kinda like white noise (like listening to ocean??)
Sleep well sweet sorcerer
Extras:
Shu is also not a cuddler, he's more the type to like accidently fall out of bed if you snuggle up to him
He doesn't like feeling the extra body heat on him while he sleeps
Off topic again but he also has a strict morning routine which consists of him getting up early
He's be trying to get you on board but like sleep ya know?
(My request are open plz send me some)
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angelbaby-fics · 2 years
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stucky x little!reader
What if during the night someone breaks into their home…daddies were up anyway in the bedroom with little one that was sleeping in their bed. but when they hear the commotion downstairs, it wakes up little one and she starts tearing up because she’s scared….but one of the daddies goes to call back up while the other one stays behind to calm little one down…
You can do really whatever you want with this story 🤍
Safe Room
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Word Count: 2k
Pairing: Mob!Stucky x Little!Reader
Warning: Slightly darker than my usual fics due to the mob AU! Nothing too scary I hope!!
A/N: Sorry I changed it up a little!! :O if you want something closer to your original request I’d be happy to write it!! This is just what came to me while I was writing so I went with it lol <3 I'm very excited to see The Gray Man soon and it inspired me to try writing some Mob!Stucky, a trope I love but have never written before!! Also the paci is a reference one I just bought from @princeminnow and I highly recommend you guys check out his blog! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!!
You had your own bedroom, painted your favorite color with a big comfy bed and lots of blankets. Shelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with stuffies and toys, as well as your ever expanding collection of little gear. The closet doors almost couldn’t close over the amount of both practical clothing and dress up costumes you had. Despite all this, however, your bedroom was not your favorite room in the house. It’s not that you weren’t thankful or that you didn’t like it - you loved it after all! But if you got to choose, you’d spend every moment you could in Steve and Bucky’s room, engulfed in their scent and aura. 
That's where you found yourself on this particular night, one hand tangled up in Bucky’s fingers, the other around your stuffy. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep there, only meaning to get some evening cuddles while Bucky read his book, but when your eyes started to feel heavy, you didn’t fight it. Your mouth hung open, having fallen asleep without a paci, and Bucky didn’t want to risk waking you by getting up to get you one. Besides, Steve would be home any minute now, and not only could he go retrieve a pacifier for you, but would also get the treat of seeing you curled up with Bucky. He needed it after the day he’d had. 
Bucky heard Steve unlock the door and hoped he’d enter quietly, but when the closing of the door was followed by a harshly whispered curse word, Bucky immediately knew something was wrong. He heard Steve climb the stairs, two or three at a time, as fast as he could towards the bedroom. Steve didn’t even have time to take in the adorable sight in front of him, nor Bucky the time to ask Steve what was wrong. Steve scooped you up as gently as he could, hoping not to wake you. If the change in position didn’t wake you, he feared his rapid heartbeat or the quake in his voice would.
“Someone’s in the house.” He said quietly, hoping to convey the urgency of the situation to Bucky as quickly as possible. “We need to get her to the safe room now.”
Bucky nodded, immediately getting up out of bed and crossing the room to the closet where he kept some weapons. 
“You take her, keep her calm. I’ll take care of this.” Bucky said in his stubborn way.
“No, they already know I’m here, they don’t need to know anyone else is home.” Steve replied, trying to hand you to Bucky.
“I’m not letting you face this alone.”
“We can’t leave her alone!” Steve countered, knowing Bucky couldn’t argue with that.
Bucky took you from Steve’s arms, grateful that you hadn’t woken up in all the commotion yet.
Then a crash came from downstairs. Your face scrunched up as you debated whether the noise was worth waking up over, but another curse word from Steve’s lips made your eyes shoot open. 
“Daddy what?” You muttered, voice heavy with sleep. 
“Shhh angel, everything’s alright,” Steve whispered to you, “just go back to sleep babydoll.” 
You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging onto him as the commotion downstairs continued.
“Daddy what’s goin on?!” You cried, starting to panic.
Bucky and Steve exchanged a glance.
“Take her. I’ve got this.” Bucky said, coldly and quietly so as to express his urgency to Steve without scaring you further. Steve nodded as Bucky got dressed, hiding a gun in his waistband.
“Hey honeybear, we’re gonna go on a little late night adventure, okay? But you gotta stay really quiet and be a good girl for Daddy, alright?”
You knew Steve well enough to know that he was trying his hardest. Even though he protected you from the truth, the big part of your brain knew that your daddies dealt with dangerous people. Even though they kept their business as far from you, their little girl, as they could, you still noticed every time one of them came home with a black eye or blood on their shoe. You learned it was best not to question it. And even though Steve focused every cell in his body to keep you calm, you knew even in your sleepy little state that whatever was going on was very, very bad. 
You stayed quiet, just as Steve commanded, but you couldn’t stop the tears filling your eyes and dripping down your face. You were too scared to even sniffle as Steve ran through the halls of your big house, pressing you into his chest so hard it almost hurt. Steve stopped at a bookshelf, in which room you couldn’t tell as all the lights in the home had been turned off. He checked his surroundings to make sure the two of you hadn’t been followed before tugging on the edge of a book and pulling the hinged bookcase away from the wall. He hurried inside with one arm holding you to him and the other shutting the secret door as quietly as possible. Once he heard it latch, he pressed a code into the number pad on the wall and continued through the snaking hidden hallways of the house. He reached a sturdy locked door, punched in the code for that one as well, and once inside, attempted to set you down. But you weren’t having that. 
Your breathing turned to panting as you desperately clung to Steve’s torso like a koala. 
“Shhh baby it's okay. You’re safe now, I promise.” He said softly to you, rubbing his large hands up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you.
You looked up at him with giant, terror-filled eyes before he realized what you were likely thinking.
“It's alright, honey, nobody can hear us from in here. It’s soundproofed.” He reassured you.
You slowly stopped fighting him, allowing yourself to be set down on the ground. You looked around with wet eyes at this room you hadn’t even known existed. The walls were painted a calming lavender, and though the room was small, there was a big comfy couch and a plush rug on the floor. A shelf against the wall held books, a radio, and a collection of movies, presumably to be played on the large TV on top of a chest of drawers against other wall. Steve guided you gently to the couch, pulling a giant cozy blanket off the arm and wrapping it around you.
“Please Daddy, what’s happening?” You asked, choking on the sobs you’d been stifling since you’d heard him swear.
“Oh sweetie. Daddy accidentally brought a bit of work home with him, didn’t he? Silly Daddy, huh?” He joked, hoping to cheer you up at least a little bit considering the circumstances, but you continued crying. 
“But thankfully, Baba is being really brave, and he’s gonna fix it all while you and I hang out down here, alright?”
“Is Baba gonna be okay?” You asked, trembling.
“Oh, of course baby. You know how strict Baba can get when you break the rules? Well he’s gonna use his scary voice to make these men go back home.”
Big you knew better; big you knew Bucky was down there killing those men, those men who had likely come to kill him, or Steve, or worse. But little you didn’t have to worry about that. As far as little you would ever know, these men had really come just to talk. Steve’s explanation calmed you down enough that he was no longer afraid you’d pass out from hyperventilation.
“How long is it gonna take?” You asked.
“I don’t know, baby. Hopefully not long. But look! Baba and I filled this room with tons of activities for whenever we need to come play down here!” Steve pointed towards the shelf, and upon closer look you noticed that all the books and movies were for little kids like you. The bottom shelf even held a stack of coloring books and a box of art supplies. As much as you loved to craft and color, you shook your head before nuzzling back into Steve’s chest.
“Oh, I understand, baby. It’s a lot right now, isn’t it? And it’s way past your bedtime! Now hang on, I know I put some in here somewhere…” He muttered the last bit to himself as he rose from the couch, with you still attached to him. He strode over to the drawers under the TV, opening one, the other, and finally finding a collection of brand new paci’s in the third drawer he checked. Your eyes lit up, you hadn’t even realized you’d been without your comfort item for so long.
“Check that out angel,” Steve smiled. “Every time you come down here, you get to pick a new paci to use. You like that?”
You nodded softly before pointing to a blue paci featuring an illustration of a big daddy bear hugging a little baby bear.
“Like me an’ you…” You whispered as Steve picked it up and popped it into your mouth, unable to resist pinching your chubby cheek, and you giggled. Steve carried you back over to the couch, intending to cuddle you as long as you needed him too and then even longer after that. But just as soon as he lowered the two of you onto the overstuffed cushions, Steve’s phone rang in his pocket. You tightened your grip around him slightly, looking up with wide eyes as he fished the phone from his pants. “It’s just my phone, baby, look.” He said, holding up the screen with Bucky’s contact photo displayed on it. “Baba calling?” You asked around your paci, reaching up at the phone.
“I’m gonna answer it first, okay? And then you can talk to him, is that alright? Can you be patient for Daddy?” He asked, and you nodded solemnly, playing with the hem of the blanket while Steve answered the phone. 
Even if you could make out the words on the other end of the line, you doubt you could have made sense of them considering the state you were in at the moment. 
“I love you too. See you in a minute.” Steve finally spoke, before hanging up the phone. You gasped. “I wanted to talk to Baba!” You said, beginning to tear up, but Steve scooped his arms around you and picked you back up. 
“You can, angel, in just a minute! He said the coast is clear, we can go back out and see him now.” He said, walking you towards the door, and he felt you tense around his body. 
“‘S it safe now, Daddy?” You asked cautiously. 
“It is, baby, I promise.” Steve replied, unlocking the sturdy door and carrying you out into the long passageways within the house.
“Pay attention to this, baby, I need to make sure you can come down here by yourself if you need to.” Steve commanded, and then sensing your anxiety rising again, he added “Don’t worry, angel, it's just in case. Daddy and Baba will try to be with you always.”
You watched your path, taking note of how many turns there were and when to take them, before you and Steve reached the back of the bookcase door. 
“This is the password, baby, see?” He demonstrated putting the numbers into the keypad, the code was your birthday, which made you smile. The door opened to reveal Bucky on the other side.
“Baba!!” You cried, reaching out towards him.
“Hey angel,” Bucky smiled, accepting you into his arms while Steve embraced the two of you, your little family at long last reunited after a brief but stressful night. 
When Steve pulled apart from you, he turned to the door, shutting it behind him. He placed his hand on a book and looked you in the eye.
“If you ever have to go down there, you pull on this book, alright?” He said, and when you squinted your eyes against the dim hallway, you noticed it was a book of your favorite fairy tales. Of course it was.
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hellskitchenette · 4 months
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Ginger and Lemon I
Matt Murdock x Autistic!Fem!Reader series
Read it on AO3
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Chapter I: Pas de Deux
Wordcount: 2,215
Summary: You get overwhelmed one night at Josie's when a creep bothers you and then Saint Matt Murdock appears.
Warnings: Christmas Fluff!!!, Protective Matt Murdock, No use of y/n, no pronouns for reader, Matt Murdock is a Ray of Sunshine, Selective Mutism, Bad self-talk, Self-Hatred, Matt Murdock Gets a Hug, Matt Murdock is a Stalker, Mental Breakdown and Meltdowns!
A/N: I posted this a year ago in my old blog that I deleted accidentally, so here I'm uploading it again. This series gives me an enormous amount of joy and I hope it makes you feel something too!
It was one of their usual nights at Josie’s celebrating the big win they’d just had at court. The case had been particularly draining and the three of them were exhausted, but the adrenaline from finally putting a happy ending to this story dragged them to their usual commemorating rituals. This meant lots of alcohol and Foggy Nelson demonstrating his dancing abilities  early that evening.
Matt was sitting on their habitual spot, with a beer wrapped in his huge hand, his body relaxed against the table. Some funk music was playing through the stereo, and he couldn’t help but tap his dress shoe following the beat. Karen was sitting in front of him, almost on the edge of the seat, observing their friend with a bright smile and sparkly eyes.
“Go dance with him, you are dying to do so.” Matt said to the more than-tipsy Karen and after a friendly arm squeeze, she then left the booth giggling. Now they were both making their best funky moves on the dance floor. It’s not like he could see them, but the sound of their clumsy shoes against the floor and their laughter was enough to fill Matt’s heart.
 Unlike Matt Murdock, you weren’t a Josie’s habitual. You weren’t a going-out-at-night habitual at all. But it was your first week in this new job and your team had just proposed that you went out to grab some drinks to know each other. And according to your favourite TikTok creator, who gave tips about workplace social rules, this was almost mandatory for a newbie like you.
So you sighed and followed them with a smile, putting all your efforts into following the conversation, making eye contact, and all of that. At first, it wasn’t that bad; it was still early in the evening and the pub wasn’t too noisy. But with time passing, the patrons started arriving and the place became louder and louder. The smell wasn’t helping either. Paying attention to your colleagues’ conversations was harder every second and their faces started to blur. And you weren’t even drinking alcohol. But this is how sensitive you were. The familiar sensation in your body urging you to leave started to build up in your insides, as well as the itch on your skin in every place the dress touched.
  You knew you should’ve put on something comfy for the long day, but you wanted to impress your colleagues. Or at least, compensating with your fashion style and your lack of social skills.
You couldn’t manage it anymore and looked at your phone before murmuring some excuse about your mom calling, you crossed the packed pub towards the exit. Once you reached the holy exterior, you let out a deep sigh and leaned against the cold, brick wall, trying to control your breath and concentrating on the pain the glacial air was giving you. You closed your eyes, achieving to deescalate a bit of your overwhelmed senses when a fetid tobacco breath reached your delicate nostrils too close to your liking.
 “Hey babe, fancy a smoke?” You opened your eyes deer-like, only to see a middle-aged man offering you a cigar. You were immobile and only could shake your head to decline, and he simply shrugged his shoulders al lighted up his own cigar. But he didn’t leave your side. “C’mon, you’re gonna freeze there by yourself, let’s come inside, I’ll buy you something that’ll warm that pretty body of yours.” He said after some puffs, his drunken gaze pierced into your shape, and then had the audacity to put a hand over your shoulders. All your alarms went on, but you couldn’t speak, and he probably interpreted that as a positive signal to follow with his advances. “Or we could go straight to my place and have you warmed up for good.” He muttered in your ear, getting even closer to say so. You couldn’t even breathe. Your brain was screaming to you to do something, but your muscles were like stone.
“You’re here. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” A charming, baritone voice interrupted the man when he was leaning to kiss you, and he turned to look at the owner of that voice. You were so relieved you thought you could die right there. The middle-aged man hesitated and looked at the stranger in disdain.
“What are you doing to my girlfriend, creep?” The mellow voice turned dangerous while the man in front of you took off slowly his sunglasses. The smoker finally pushed aside and murmured something about being sorry and disappeared inside the pub. 
Without the lump of the greasy man, you could finally observe better who you owed one to. Under the light of Josie’s neon, you could notice he was tall and good-looking. His square jaw sported a 5’clock shadow, contrasting with a fine suit. His tie was red and a bit undone, matching in color with the glasses that were still on his hand. He was looking at you with kind, big eyes even though his gaze was a bit unfocused. You recognized him from inside. He was the blind guy who had arrived not so long ago with the tall blonde and the goofy dancer. You were dying to thank him, but your mouth didn’t even open.
“I’m sorry about the girlfriend thing, it looked like the faster way to get that asshole off you.” He excused himself with a cute worried frown. “I hope I didn’t annoy you with that.”
Of course not!!!
But your mouth remained shut and your gaze fixated on the so-interesting tiles of the pavement. Now the nervousness from before was substituted by the one due to the hot blind man talking to you. “It can get overwhelming inside there, isn’t it?” He continued talking, apparently not minding your silence. Your selective mutism disturbed most people, but this guy was speaking to you nonchalantly. You managed to give him a weak agreement noise since a nod was out of the picture. “Well, I should be heading inside before my friends embarrass themselves even more.” He chuckled sweetly and put his glasses on again. Then he grabbed something from his blazer’s pocket and extended it to you. It was a business card, with a neat design and some braille words on it. You grabbed it carefully with your recently manicured fingers and for one second, both of your hands brushed accidentally. His skin was warm and rough. “Keep it in case some guy annoys you again… Though I hope it doesn’t happen.” He said with a tone you couldn’t decipher and then proceeded to read the card.
Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys and Law.
So he was a lawyer. You wanted to thank him, give him your apologies for the trouble, but you couldn’t separate your eyes from the black letters and even less speak. It was maybe from the random act of kindness, the shame you were feeling, or maybe the week had just been too much and on top of that, you were overstimulated. The thing is that when a single tear fell and dampened the immaculate paper surface of the business card, you started sobbing like there was no tomorrow. The itch from the wool dress was now insufferable and you couldn’t help but start to nervously scratch your arms, opening some already healed little wounds. Your face was hot with embarrassment, but you couldn’t help it.
“Hey, hey, come here, you’re going to hurt yourself.” The blind stranger, who until this moment had kept a polite distance between you and him, now was hugging you tightly, tracing soothing circles in your back. Your body, which normally rejected physical contact with anyone outside your inner circle, relaxed in his embrace. The pressure of his strong arms was so comforting that you started feeling more and more grounded. You tried to aisle the sound of his steady heartbeat from Josie’s music and the traffic, and following it you managed to lower your pulse.
Not only he was handsome and gentle, but he smelled so nice too.
 “Are you feeling better?” He asked after some long minutes. He sensed you nod against his tear-drenched shoulder. You separated from him slowly, now calm but feeling awkward as hell.
“I’m glad. Sorry if I uhm...overstepped before.” You shook your head immediately, the hug had been actually very helpful.
“No.” The sound of our own voice felt foreign, but at least you could do monosyllables now. He smiled then, brighter than the sun, which made you recognize a growing warmth in your chest.
“I’ll be going now, would you be OK here?” His face showed concern, an emotion that was difficult for you to detect, but since his face was so expressive you didn’t have a problem.
“Yes.” You managed to get out your throat, although you would have wanted to explain to him that the winter breeze cleared your mind. He hesitated a moment before grabbing the door handle.
“Have a good night then, and try not to freeze out here!” And with the warmest smile, he finally went into Josie’s loud interior. You sighed, hard, and leaned once more against the wall fidgeting with the card. And then your mind started working by itself.
You idiot couldn’t even respond even though he kind of saved you from that creep you’re useless how do you even have a job surely you won’t keep it for more than a month this is why your relationships never work you’re an imbecile...
STOP.
You inhaled the sharp, ice-cold air to stop your rumination and remembered the words your therapist usually said to help you when you entered the spiral. Repeating them like a mantra, finally, your noisy mind started to be quieter and therefore you could think.
Okay, I might not have said thank you but now I have his contact and I could plan how to do it in a proper way. Nothing’s wrong and he seemed nice.
Then you proceeded with a Google search about how the better way was to express gratitude, but after some time became confused and dizzy with the multiple options and decided to ask your best friend, your guardian angel in these situations. Finally, much more calmed and distracted thinking about chocolates, flowers, fruit baskets and gift cards you could manage to go inside, grab your things, and say a proper goodbye to your colleagues before leaving for good. You didn’t see Matt again that night. But what you didn’t know is that  he  would be seeing you though.
Matt noticed from the start you were starting to have a meltdown. It was nothing like he knew you: you were just another stranger that night at Josie’s. But when your body heat and heart rate spiked from nowhere, he got distracted from Karen’s and Foggy’s messy dancing, unable to let someone’s distress pass by. When the sound of your boots disappeared through the main door, he considered if he should follow you or not. It wasn’t like you were his business, maybe you didn’t want to be disturbed or just received awful news. Who knows? But nevertheless, he continued focusing on your trail, discovering you smelled like ginger and lemon, fresh baked goods, and something he could only identify as rosin. But it wasn’t your delicious smell that dragged him out of the comfortable booth. When he heard that man harassing you, he couldn’t help but jump without even grabbing his cane. He knew the state you were in and recognized the voice of the man: one patron who had previously annoyed Karen and other women too.
He’ll later blame the alcohol for the reason for taking such a leap of faith and hugging you. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice your attraction to him. But it wasn’t OK, even though it ended up being helpful for your well-being. Giving you his card after being harassed wasn’t his best idea either, especially during a breakdown. Matt even didn’t know why he had done it. He tossed his hair nervously, shivering a bit because of the icy air. That’s when the Daredevil suit was helpful because wandering around Hell’s Kitchen rooftops in his day job suit was going to gain him a cold.
Well, maybe he was being the creep now. But he excused himself remembering how nervous you had been before. He just wanted to make sure you arrived home safe and anyone tried to follow you. 
He chuckled to himself, realizing you had hit replay to the same song again. He recognized the delicate harp followed by the strings. It was the so-emotive  Grand Pas de Deux from The Nutcracker ballet ending. Maybe Matt couldn’t enjoy seeing the dancers’ performance, but he’s a music enjoyer and in the ballet, they’re both as important. But definitely, if he had the opportunity to see you again, he would scold you about walking with headphones on through the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. So careless! 
After some time of following you from rooftop to rooftop, it looked like you arrived at your apartment block and Matt decided to end his stalker activities and call it a night. But later, wrapped in his fine silk sheets, the only thing in his mind was you.
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arlerts-angel · 25 days
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Hi Mack ٩( ᐛ )و
I do my studies online and have been lacking motivation recently.
How would Armin help his partner when they're struggling to bring themselves to study? sfw or nsfw, whatever you feel like!
(Also because my writing blog is a side blog I can't use it to do requests 😔)
Hope you're doing well from Tae 🐸🤍
a/n: hi tae!! i hope you're doing well too! 🤍 armin is the best partner/study buddy ever!!
warnings: none | sfw | gn reader | physically ambiguous reader
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- finds your intelligence attractive
- he sets up a comfy place for you to do your studying! he makes sure you have all the support in the right places, like your back and neck. he would also put on some quiet classical or lo-fi music for you 🥰
- definitely rewards you with kisses when you get correct answers
- armin makes sure that you don't overload your brain, so after 30 minutes of studying he makes you take a break to relax!
"you've been going at this pretty hard! i'm really proud of you. let's take a snack break!"
- makes you a high protein snack 🤍
- will not let you study for longer than 6 hours. he typically cuts you off at 2 or 3 hours because any longer than that may not help!
"i think that's enough for the day, angel. you did great. let's do something else now, yeah?"
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starsurface · 22 days
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If your comfortable with a more focused ask, could I please have (MK1) Johnny Cage and (MK11) Kano, Erron Black, and Kotal Khan with a babyspace regressor that uses diaps? Thank you! 💕
Of course!! I'm tots comfortable with that!! I didn’t have many ideas, unfortunately. :(  (Especially at Kotal's) But I hope you like them!! :D
(Some strong languageuse) Before we get to the hcs, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with using or needing diapers. Some people use diapers use them for weird kink related things, but with age regression they are used for comfort and unfortunate inconvenience. Do not come to my blog because you wish to relate this with any kind of kink. Kindly fuck off and leave my blog alone, thank you.
^ This isn’t to bash regressors btw!!! This is me saying to fuck off if your a dd/lg or any type of blog like that. <3
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<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
CG Johnny Cage MK1 w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs
⭐ Johnny’s really good with baby regressors, and with diapers
⭐ . . . After a while
⭐ You know that video where that mom accidentally pours a ton a baby powder on her baby and she’s like “We’re in this together, girl”?
⭐ ^ That’s Johnny
⭐ It’s not his fault!! The powder wouldn’t come out >:(
⭐ If you use diapers because of medical reasons, he’s very comforting about it
⭐ ^ If you take medicine for the reasons, he’ll try to find fun ways to take them or give you a yummy treat
⭐ Don’t every worry about waking him up late in the night because you had an accident >:(
⭐ Your his baby, he’d rather you wake him up than you having a really bad rash in the morning
⭐ He’d get you cute little designs!!! His favorite ones are the ones with stars
⭐ If anyone were to make fun of you, he’ll deal with them personally
⭐ He’s really good at keeping your regression secret and away from his public life
⭐ No one makes fun of his baby, especially for reasons like this
⭐ Will go to drastic measures to make sure your comfy
⭐ If you just started wearing diapers and are really embarrassed about trying them out, do not worry, he’ll wear one with you (proudly too)
⭐ Does he want to? Ehhhhhh. But he’d rather make you giggle because Daddy’s being silly than feel awkard and embarrassed (also he was the one who offered soooooo)
⭐ He doesn’t know all the tips and tricks that MK11 Older Johnny knows, but he’s a fast learner
⭐ He’s very playful when your tiny, and will boop your nose with baby powder before he changes you
⭐ Will try to distract you during changes, either jingling something above you or giving you something to play with
⭐ Very good Dada, trying his best (even if he screws up a couple times)
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CG Kano w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs
🗡 Kano’s actually . . . surprisingly good with regressors that use diaper? And baby regressors in general
🗡 (Did y’all know he has a son in his MKX tower ending?? Crazy)
🗡 But Kabal sometimes wears diapers, so he’s had some practice
🗡 Kano would also accidentally pour baby powder on you and then blame it on you 🙄 (he loves you, he’s just being silly)
🗡 ^ Would stare at you and go :O . . . That was your fault, ‘Luv, shouldn’t be squirming so much
🗡 You weren’t moving, it was entirely his fault
🗡 Kano’s a big tease, and a bit mean sometimes, but he’d never judge you for using diapers
🗡 ^ And if you’re worried he will, he’ll die down his teasing on other things for a few days
🗡 He’s not a nice person. But you? He couldn’t hurt you
🗡 Will give you yummy juice if you have to take any kind of medicine
🗡 He might be a bit grumpy if you wake him up, but when he sees your teary eyes and notices your accident, any grumpiness quickly goes away and you’re his main priority
🗡 Probably wouldn’t get the reason for diapers with designs on, but if you want them, he ain’t judging (and he’ll buy them for you, anything for his baby)
🗡 Kano’s got money, anything you want for your regression, your getting
🗡 He can and will physically fight anyone who makes fun of you for using diapers or regressing
🗡 And if Kano doesn't get to them, Kabal or Erron do
🗡 Johnny’s got social media power, but Kano’s got Black Dragon power, it’s a terrifying thought to screw with him
🗡 If you were bigger, Kano would probably allow you to curse a bit (unless your around another regressor, he’s not getting in trouble for your actions, mate)
🗡 But your a baby, you shouldn’t be using those naughty words . . . And he technically shouldn’t either 🙄
🗡 He will TRY to keep his sailor mouth down (no promises though)
🗡 But he does really try, especially if he knows you don’t like naughty words while small, so there are rarely ever any slip ups
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CG Erron Black w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs
🐴 I think Erron would be a really good Papa!! 
🐴 Makes the best warm milk though, knows the right temperature and what little add ons to try (honey, sugar, that stuff)
🐴 When it comes to diapers though . . . he’s definitely trying
🐴 He’s doing his best . . . but it he definitely screws up a lot
🐴 The diapers on the wrong way, and there’s powder everywhere, you’re both covered in white the first few times
🐴 Luckily it’s nothing a quick shower/bath and apologizes (and some new stuffies) can’t fix
🐴 Don’t get too mad at him, he’s literally never changed a diaper before and has kinda been on the run for 200 years, when was he going to have time to learn this?
🐴 Depending it it's Younger or Older Erron depends on who helps him
🐴 If it’s Younger Erron, Kano gets fed up with him and helps out (it suprises the both of you that Kano knows how, which Kano acts all annoyed at)
🐴 If it’s Older Erron, Kotal Kahn helps him out (he’s pretty decent at changing diapers)
🐴 He does get better over time, but there are a few hiccups sometimes (very rare though)
🐴 If you have to take medicine, he’ll drink something like lime juice so you can both get a yummy drink afterwards
🐴 You don’t even have to wake him up at night, he’ll already wake up to your small sniffles and cries
🐴 Gently shushes you when he finds out you had an accident, he’s very comforting about it
🐴 If you get embarrassed or shy about using diapers, he’ll try really hard to help you feel less embarrassed
🐴 A new sutffie? Riding Papa’s horse with him? Wearing Papa’s hat?
🐴 If someone insults you for your regression or using diapers, only Erron and Kano/Kotal know what happens to them
🐴 He’s very protective of you, your his baby after all <3
🐴 I’m not stereotyping the cowboy . . . but he’d know the guitar
🐴 Would love to give you small performances
🐴 Or sit you on his lap and put his hands of yours and you get to play the guitar!!
🐴 Wouldn’t see the reasons in diapers with designs, but does like the ones with indicators that turn blue when you have an accident (even if you don’t use them)
🐴 Would also try to distract you during the changing process, probably give you his hat to play with or jingle his keys
🐴 Would laugh along if you try kicking him or squirm around, stop being a little bugger!! <3
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CG Kotal Kahn w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs
👑 Adores baby regressors!!!! 🥺 (Is still terrified to hurt you by accident :(
👑 Is in full support of diapers and the moment you tell he’ll get everything you need . . . which is kinda just sitting on his desk
👑 Would also be generally confused on why you’re getting all upset that they’re just in his room, why would he need to hide them in the closet? That sounds rediclious (he’ll do it though)
👑 No one, and I mean no one, questions the Kahn, or the Kahn’s General (depends on where we are in the timeline)
👑 Because of this, you’ll never have to worry about being made fun of
👑 And he’ll personally deal with anyone that looks at you funny, he is the law after all
👑 Kotal gets kinda nervous the first few times he changes you, especially because he could accidently hurt you and he doesn’t want that
👑 Don’t worry, I think Jade helps him out (she’s really good with diaper regressors)
👑 And even if he doesn’t, he gets the hang of it very quickly, he’s Kahn after all, he needs to be educated in everything
👑 Don’t you dare feel upset or embarrassed for waking him up because of an accident!!!
👑 Your his prince/princess, he’d rather you wake him up than just laying there miserable
👑 ^ He also might wake up to your cries instead too, he’s very good at knowing when your upset, even if he’s asleep
👑 Also likes diapers with the indications, but thinks the Sesame Street diapers are cute (no reason for why it’s Sesame Street, I just like Sesame Street)
👑 If your ever embarrassed or shy about using diapers, he might accidentally interrogate you to find out who told you you should be embarrassed
👑 When you express that no one told you anything, it’s not ‘normal’, he’s very quick to comfort you
👑 You shouldn’t be so embarrassed, many people need protection for a variety of reasons, and there’s no reason to be ashamed, sweetheart
👑 Finds it funny then you grab the baby powder and put a handprint on his arm, but will playfully scold you that a baby shouldn’t grab the still open powder
👑 If you flip that powder over though . . . My goodness there’s such a mess
👑 He won’t lecture you, since you’re covered in baby powder and have big tears in your eyes
👑 But he hopes this is a decent enough lesson for why you shouldn’t grab the still-open powder
👑 He's a bit stern with medicine, because you have to take it in order to feel better, but he'll get you a sweet treat afterwards
👑 Very good Dada, he’s very nice and comforting <3
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I don't have any after hcs words. . . See you guys!! :D
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shubox-imagines · 8 months
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Ooooh, new writing blog, welcome to the web *bad dumn pun* I'm waiting for someone to write something romantic on Aaron and Peter B x Reader. Anything. Any little thing. Will I be the first ask that modifies your "no write for"??? (also, do you do yandere?)
how dare you walk in here and PUN ME
i’m jk ily thank u for the ask 💅
so to answer the question before the request, I have never written yandere before. i’m not saying I wouldn’t, but idk just how far i’d go into. i guess you gotta ask and see!
now since you said anything imma just do general ship HCs for them. gotta say the aaron ask surprised me but imma do it 👌
Peter B. Parker
hi this man is a certified goober and we love him v much but he loves you more
he’s such an awkward dork trying to be this suave superhero who just wants to impress you
even if you tell him he doesn’t need to he’s still going to just let him be special for you
he’s always going to do his best to make time for you between his spider-man’ing shenanigans
if you’re a spider too then he’s gonna try to make sure you don’t get yourself killed
which HES ONE TO TALK
he knows he can be awkward and distant sometimes, but he just wants to protect you, even if you can protect yourself.
he knows you think that robe is comfy and yes he will let you wear it
or he’ll get you your own and be a good about how the both of you match 💅
he’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy because he’s had too much experience in fucking up relationships to ever want to do it again
peter b just loves you so much and wants to make you happy if you’ll let him 🥺
Aaron Davis
so you’re just walking around with the definition of suave like it’s nothing okay go off
man is so beyond smooth it’s almost scary
he isn’t gonna start shit, but boy will he finish shit if they wanna start it with you
and GOD help them if they start disrespecting you
you tell him it’s no big deal and that they’re just some asshole
but funny enough, you never really saw that person again after that. odd.
he’s really good at deflecting, and making sure you don’t worry about him on his random outings where he disappears for days at a time.
but this man will do anything for you.
you want something? it’s yours
someone’s bothering you? never again
you just wanna cuddle with him? cmere he’s got big arms that are good for hugs and a couch that is hella comfy
he does wanna tell you about his actual job, but he doesn’t want you to worry about him. it’s dangerous, but he’s a capable man
but he can’t lie, he does worry about how you’ll react if you ever find out
but for now, he’s just here making sure that you’re safe, happy and loved, and ain’t no one gonna do that better than him.
but it’s been a while since he’d come back this time, and you were getting worried
but it’s aaron
he’s always okay
little tiny angst thing at the end there not really BUT STILL
i’m sorry if they seem OOC i am ✨out of the house✨ and have also never written for aaron ever?? BUT i hope they are good enough
requests are open,
ily all sm 💜
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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year
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OOOOH NOOOO I'M OBSESSED WITH HEATH... FUUUUCK!!! This was so well written and fun! I love this character so much, he's so hot and likable, even though he's so dominant and possessive. Actually he might be hot because of that. Oops lol
I've never had a thing for gargoyles before but I have a crush on this guy. the bookstore scenario is so cute, and the way he's so casual and rough around the edges, then suddenly breaks his composure and fucks the life out of the reader is just perfect. I've been daydreaming about this all day. What's Heath's apartment like, if you can tell me? :D is he the owner of the bookstore? LMAO loved the shading of the reader's sad human boyfriend. I'm guessing Heath has a nicer place and more money than the reader, too. I love that aspect, it adds to the dynamic of him being more powerful and taking care of his cute new little human, while also putting his claim on them by taking them into his 'territory'.
His loyalty is so cute. Bet it'll be so fun for him to get to wake up with the reader, spend the whole morning together and go to work together. Poor thing can never fake being sick to get out of work again, though XD how much patience do you think heath would have for the reader if she struggled with depression and couldn't necessarily be very productive? Reading this I was just thinking about how different I am at home then at work because I only have enough energy to be productive for so long before I crash and become useless lol
I hope you don't mind the wall of text! I got so inspired by your piece I couldn't help it. Thank you for writing things for us, your blog is amazing :)
Haha I’m glad you like him! I don’t know why but I’m obsessed with sort of average everyday leads, though Heath does own the bookstore. He’s not like a psycho CEO or anything, though. He’s a pretty laid back guy who literally hired you because he thought you were cute. This was really fun to answer, because I adore Heath!
Here are the answers:
As for his apartment: 
He lives on the 22nd floor of a building overlooking the city, but it’s not crazy expensive or anything. He’s pretty much upper middle class, but has a good savings and retirement plan. It’s got two bedrooms, a bedroom and a study for his bookshelves, with a large wide balcony. 
He has a cat named Aero and a fishtank with freshwater fish. He likes dogs, but he’s not a dog person, preferring quiet snuggling with his kitty.
He also likes to be surrounded by living things and keeps easy to care for potted plants. His balcony is packed with plants in terra cotta pots he’s raised from cutlets that he’s collected from various little old ladies that come into the bookstore. I just imagine him having a whole fan club of grandmas who found out he’s into balcony gardening and wont stop gifting him cuttings from their plants at home.   
Heath likes to read so he’s got a ton of old special edition books he saved for himself from running the bookstore and comfortable chairs. 
He’s not a slob but he was definitely a bachelor before you. Most things in his house are practical except the books. His house looks very casual with oversized comfy, but quality furniture in cool neutral shades. He does have a nice wooden bedframe on his very large bed, for his very large body. He even has matching sheet sets and pillowcases. 
He doesn’t know much about decorating so he’s excited to decorate with you. Before you moved in he just had fan posters he got from the bookstore and framed, which he wasn’t particularly attached to. His walls were painted gray before you and he’s excited to pick paint colors with you. 
He usually uses his balcony as his front door and flies up to his apartment. He will give you a ride. 
He’s a big cuddle bug and a huge introvert. When he’s at home he’s a ton more cuddly and touchy than he is at work. At work he puts on a bit more of a tough, boss facade, but at home he just wants to curl up on the couch and read books as much as possible. 
His house is noticeably quiet. He doesn’t watch loud movies. He doesn’t listen to loud music. When he does play video games, he wears headphones. He likes a peaceful atmosphere at home. 
If the reader struggled with depression: 
He would be very sympathetic and want to get you help from a doctor because he’s very data driven. He likes to learn everything possible about a subject before he takes action. He’d probably want to go to some of your doctor’s appointments with you just to make sure you’re getting the help you need and that he is doing everything right to help you
He would be really gung-ho about treatment and help you organize your medications, buying you cute little pill containers to put them in
He would definitely let you stay home on days you just weren’t feeling up to it because really he’s more worried about you than how you behave as an employee. He will always want to cuddle with you when you just want to stay pressed in the couch and sometimes read you books while you take your depression naps
However, he would be really strict about doctor mandated schedules, which might cause friction sometimes. He will drag you out of bed and make you do some exercise! He will chase you around with a water bottle and remind you to drink it! He will make you go to bed on time! He will insist on buying healthy food for meals! He will carefully watch your drinking and give you glasses of juice and say they are alcoholic when you are overdoing it. He’s not above tricking you when you are being silly or stubborn, but most of the time he’ll just fuck the sense into you.
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olderthannetfic · 8 months
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Tumblr seems to be sliding in a downward spiral, and it feels like the start of the end of a fandoming era for me. I've been through it before; platforms are born then die, and life fandom finds a way. I'm just not looking forward to floundering for a bit, and dreading what the next hub will look like.
AO3 isn't really a place geared or meant for the same thing, and that's fine. My only fandom-related activity took place on AO3 only for a few years between my leaving LJ and joining Tumblr, and I lived ;-) But during that time, I was my own little island in fandom. Reading, leaving a few comments, not being super active. It's only when I found a community again that I was back to being really active in fandom once more.
And it's not that I actually use Tumblr to post about myself, but I do use it to read and reblog cool things - art, gifsets, science stuff, discovering new fandoms, and the like. I'm not sure where else I could find my people, with sameish purposes. The other sites I've tried didn't fill that niche in a way that suited me, in part because of how they look and work, in part because of who and what is(n't) there.
I have DW & PF accounts just to be safe, but I'm not very fond of group chats Discord-style - and without Tumblr, IDK how I'd even hear of new communities where I might pop in once in a while, loins girdled and everything. The micro-blogging platforms are not what I'm looking for either. Sure, I can follow a few DW comms and blogs; I already occasionally do and I will be more consistent about it if I must.
But one of my greatest fear is that the next platform will be phone-based, app-only, or some such BS - and that is something I just won't be able to deal with. Phones are tiny, it's uncomfortable to write anything, I don't like touch screen and much, much prefer a proper keyboard and a mouse (copy-pasting on a screen? (x_x) << it me), art/pics are too small to properly appreciate, a phone isn't comfy to hold for a long time for me, and the app system means you have no control over anything as a user… and that anything there must be Apple Approved, dick-free, blood-free, and tasteless. And I say this as someone who's pretty much uninterested in sex IRL or in my entertainment ;-) I still support and want the tits, the gore, the everything, and as long as I have the tools to curate - oh, wait. Curate things myself? That's not something that's popular these days, is it? It's not going to generate money, if I'm happy ;-)
So… I guess I'll play some more on Neocities, and see if anyone wants to have webrings again? (it would be fun and nostalgic, but not really viable on a large scale; people who haven't known those would just laugh and point and go on the InstaTok of the time).
So here is my little cane-waving rant of the day! I know things evolve and change and that in ten years I'll be rolling my eyes at my moping. It's only that I feel tired of moving from one shitty platform to another, of fearing I won't adapt (or more accurately won't want to adapt given the annoyance/benefit ratio) to whichever new place things will move in a few years. It's saying goodbye to a former home, moving, and hoping you'll make another home elsewhere kind of sniffles today!
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We already know the next platform. It has been Discord for a few years now.
If you want the one after Discord, I think you're looking at waiting things out for quite a few years (or until Discord makes a major misstep as a company).
True, real time chat is not for everyone, but small discords with well-chosen channels can operate more asynchronously. Just like a lot of people who hated the look of Tumblr early on eventually capitulated, a lot of chat haters have jumped ship to Discord already.
Realistically, 90% of fandom always goes where the action is, no matter how much they claim the features make that space impossible, and 10% disappears.
We might get the 10% back on the next platform or they might leave fandom for good. There were LJ-haters who resurfaced post LJ era.
But as for where you'll find out where people are... probably AO3 author's notes.
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onesmalldreamaskblog · 9 months
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Hey Cal! So how you doing hope the ask blog isn't overwheling you! Do you have like any offical Undertale merch the sans hoodie is ultra comfy btw!!
*give Dream a Sans hoodie because thats adorable*
"Ah, well . . ."
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". . . there's certainly a lot! ^^; Don't worry tho, I am pacing myself so I don't burn out. And honestly, I am very grateful for this many asks! I know I'm pretty lucky to get this much attention and I'm happy to answer them, so fire away!"
"As for your second question, I do not actually. I'm not really a merch girl, and what little merch I do have is all commercial- OH!"
*Dream, wearing hoodie sleeves that are much too long, waves his little arms in the air, slapping my leg in his excitment*
"This is too big, but it's super ooper nice and soft!"
"Oh, well, I can adjust the size for you if you want."
"Mmm, no, I like it big! Watch what I can do!"
*Dream runs off flapping his arms while making various bird noises*
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cupidssblood · 1 year
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I hope you don't mind all the notifications from me haha, your blog is just so soft and comfy to scroll through and I love your headcanons! If you're still doing the alphabet requests... Perhaps F, O and V for my beloved Simeon?
oh my lord, i'm making puppy dog eyes right now. thank you soo much! i'm flattered! and i am still doing the alphabet requests, so here you go! hugs and kisses.
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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
simeon's favorite position is the classic missionary. it's simple, intimate, and he gets to look and touch almost every part of you in it. if he had to choose a second favorite position, it would be you laying down on top of him while he thrusts up into you. he likes being as close as possible to you, especially in ways where he can wrap him arms around your body in order to pull you even closer to him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
simeon prefers receiving oral. don't get him wrong, he loves to give oral too. it's just that he's so inexperienced, he worries that he's not doing well. that being said, he has some skill. definitely needs some coaching but he's not bad at it. he gets better and better over time until, eventually, you can cum by his tongue alone.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
simeon is moderately loud in bed. nothing too crazy, but he does make noise. most of his noises consist of whines and gentle moans. he also will whimper, especially when you're denying him of his pleasure.
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requests are open! send in up to 3 letters from the n/s/f/w alphabet i posted?
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ask-la-squadra · 2 months
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To everyone who wants to answer~
What's your favorite haute couture brand/fashion brand in general?
P.s.
Quanto amo questo blog
(I love your blog so much 💝💕)
(I am going to sob I literally fangirl whenever I see u in my notifs i love your blog so much too, I literally go back to reread your writing at least once a week <3 )
Risotto Nero - I love Vivienne Westwood, but particularly her work in the 90s, I love the theatrics of it all. The corsets, tartan, pirate/clown look but make it regal. I usually stick with the women's stuff and have it tailored, I prefer to wear trousers so dresses and skirts are tailored to be trousers or capes.
Pros - Giorgio Armani for sure, I love their suits, my only problem being that they come quite plain so when I have them tailored I usually have them embroidered and embellished the way I like too. I wish they did more masculine fashion that is complex but not garish. There is one Armani suit I bought for Risso once, that's where his iconic trousers are from.
Maggi - I used to wear a lot of Gucci and Versace but since getting a cat I stay away from the nicer stuff on a daily basis since she usually tears or stains it.
LuLu - I'm quite into Chanel at the moment, simple and classy but not boring. They have some really nice coats for women too which I usually have tailored for my swole frame.
Risotto Nero - No one else really has that much of an opinion, Melone and Ghiaccio either wear their usual (which they have multiple versions of to your better wellbeing) or Fruit of the Loom lounge clothes, Melone is quite partial to Skims by Kim K though. Sorbet, and Gelato wear more practical and comfy items, they don't really care about the brand, just whatever they like when they see it.
And as for Pesci, well, he is having a little crisis, his favourite changes every week, currently he is dressing head to toe in hideous Louis Vuitton, hopefully he will find his style soon
(p.s. mod - i hope i did this justice, im a broke ass goth who can only longingly look at pinterest to fill the void and i mostly buy clothes second hand so i dont know too much about the fashion world)
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Parker! Hello, thank you so much for your blog and beautiful daily content, I literally feel so comforted everytime I see it pop up on my dashboard. <3
I was wondering, I think I’ve seen many other selfshippers going through the same, but do you have any advice for someone who’s so in love with her F/O, to the point that she feels salty (to the point of having stomach aches, fast heartbeat, negative feelings, etc) when seeing someone overly fangirling about her F/O?
Literally, I know it sounds toxic maybe and too possesive, but I get too jealous and I feel physically bad when I see someone crushing on my F/O and fangirling. I post x reader fics about them, and all my followers know me for being an extreme lover of my F/O, but it makes me so uncomfortable when other fangirls come gushing freely to me when I actually don’t want to deal with that. I immediatly try to comfort myself, but it makes me very salty and I don’t know how to deal with this.
Sorry for the long rant!! I had to vent, and I hope I explained myself properly <3
Hey there! Thank you for the compliments, a I'm glad my blog could help in times of comfort.
I know and have heard plenty of self shippers who have felt similarly, I'd say maybe setting that boundary and expressing those feelings might help on your blog! For example, some people put in their DNI that they aren't comfy sharing an f/o. It happens and it doesn't make you a bad person or toxic or anything. If you feel as if you and your f/o have that sort of thing where you aren't comfy sharing, then I'd say expressing that and setting those steps up to where you don't see others gushing about them could help!
Never apologize for opening up, you are good enough. :) have a good one!
Hope this helps!
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