#i just stumbled across tt

[iwatcheditbegin]

The cost of living crisis is so depressing.

#the fact it’s man made too #companies are deliberately inflating the cost of everything rn #i just stumbled across tt #and the fact that there’s income caps for assistance even if you can’t afford food or gas like ??? #and it’s all over #I’m thankful for what I have but it’s so scary how fast you can just have nothing

[yueebby]

hii omg I love ur fics sooo much they're really helping me recover from.. gege. I was wondering if I could request gojo x drunk!reader. like maybe they come back from partying with geto and shoko and are just completely tipsy. but they're reallyyyyy affectionate and flirty and gojo literally goes insane like his heart can't take it . bonus points if reader won't stop peppering him in kisses.

"you're sooooo hot.. and- and strong! ohmigosh are you single?" AND MANS IS JUST BRIGHT RED.

preferably fem-reader thanks ^__^ <333

drunk in love — gojo satoru

contents. fluff, established relationship, alcohol (drunk!reader), gojo being gojo, youre drunk and in love but gojo loves you more

notes. anon your request was so cute i just had to write it TT i kind of got carried away from the original prompt.. but enjoy this as a form of therapy from that one eyed cat!! ps i hate drinking so idek if this is accurate :>

the night had been long, and shoko is starting to regret letting you consume what felt like half your body weight in drinks during your night out in roppongi. impatiently, she checked her phone, hoping for a response from gojo to her text message. huffing in frustration, she turned to geto, “i thought you called him. where is that idio–”

"shoko, who is that?" in your drunken stupor, you shamelessly ogled the stranger approaching the entrance of the bar. shoko facepalmed as she watched your intoxicated heart eyes for the snow-haired man.

"she's all yours now."

gojo chuckled when he saw your inebriated state, "what did they do to you?" he had just returned from a tiring mission, but seeing you was enough to lighten the weight on his shoulders.

you shifted your gaze between shoko and the handsome stranger, causing mental whiplash. a mumbled apology escaped your lips before you left shoko's side to get a closer look at the man.

amusement danced in satoru's eyes as he observed you stumbling toward him. as the loving boyfriend he was, satoru wrapped a strong arm around your waist to prevent you from tripping.

you placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself, and couldn't help but notice the firmness of his physique. "so strong," you hiccuped, running your finger down his chest, "and handsome... are you single?" you blinked up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes.

suguru, watching from the sidelines, struggled to stifle his laughter as he observed his best friend's face growing increasingly red. the way you were looking up at him was driving him crazy. satoru cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to regain his composure though it was hard with the way his heart was beating so erratically.

"do you not remember me, sweetheart? your strong and handsome boyfriend?" satoru's glossy lips turned down in an exaggerated pout, and you gasped, confused on how you'd forgotten a face so beautiful. it was dangerous, how tempting the man in front of you looked.

giving in to your impulsive thoughts, you grabbed his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks together. satoru’s eyes widened as he noticed your intent on his puckered lips.

with an impish grin, you planted a series of quick kisses on his cheeks, then moved to his lips.“how,” kiss. “could i,” another kiss, “forget,” kiss, “such,” kiss, “a handsome face?”.

suguru and shoko watched in mild horror, as you showered gojo with affection. a dopey grin spread across his flushed face as he allowed you to have your way with him. he's afraid he might implode from the how adorable you were.

“i’m the most handsome man in the world, yeah?” he asks you with a grin, encouraging you to answer as he pulls you closer by the waist. satoru couldn't fathom what he had done to deserve this, but he would gladly repeat it tenfold if he could relive this moment once more.

you nod happily. “the most!”

“well aren’t you lucky to have me as your boyfriend.” satoru flashes his cerulean eyes at you above those dark sunglasses of his. just when you think he can’t get any hotter, he proves you wrong.

your friends' silent presence is suddenly shattered by laughter, jolting you back into the awareness of their company. satoru’s grin dissipates into a frown when he sees that your attention is taken off of him.

"'[name] is lucky to date him,' so he says," shoko giggles. "suguru, do you remember that one time satoru pretended to be a waiter at the restaurant [name] was on a date?" shoko not-so-secretly says to geto. "he got all drunk and then started rhapsodizing about how he was going to marry her."

satoru gasps at the memory of his awkward pining days. his attention quickly diverted back to you, anticipating your reaction.

suguru hums, “ah, or that one time he got distracted and nearly got us killed on a mission all because [name] sent a selfie.”

you pull away from satoru’s hold and he swears he feels all the warmth leaving his soul. his hands instinctively reach out to you, but you’re one step ahead, already making your way to the evil pair in front of him.

“really?” you ask the two, eyes shining eagerly.

shoko nods, an evil grin growing on her face, “you seriously never noticed that stupid dazed look he has when he sees you? even yaga has noticed it.”

gojo’s jaw drops at the sound of his best friends’ attempt to embarrass him. in his defense, he was just a man in love! satoru's infamous pout returns, and he’s trying to pull you back into his embrace and away from those traitors. to his dismay, you ignore him. did you even know that he was dying by the second without your affection?

“tell me more!” you gush, entranced with the idea that your boyfriend was just a lovesick puppy.

“is that really necessary?” satoru mumbles under his breath, though the telltale reddening of his ears betrays his indifferent facade.

“toru i didn’t know that you were obsessed with me,” a giggle erupts from you. to show your adoration, you turn back to cup your boyfriend’s face. he leans into your touch immediately.

“i still am y’know,” his gaze softened. your heart melts at the way he lowers his voice.

“i can’t watch this any longer,” the short haired female gags, searching her coat pocket for a much needed cigarette. suguru agrees silently, tearing his eyes away from the cloying display of affection.

you don’t notice your friends leaving while you’re too engrossed doting on satoru.

“baby– heh– we should head home now,” he groans softly, shivering upon your fingers tracing his undercut. if you continue this any longer, satoru's brain will be fried to the point that no reversed curse energy could fix. the effect you had on him was undeniably unjust.

“can you run me a bath when we’re home?” you pleaded, your voice tinged with weariness. after a night of drinking in roppongi, you felt the weight of the celebrations clinging to your skin.

satoru's lips curled into a playful smirk as he recognized the opportunity presented before him. "only if you'll let me hop in~"

a mischievous agreement danced in your eyes as you responded, "hm okay." you leaned in to place a tender kiss on the corner of his lips. satoru, his affection intensifying by the moment, gently gripped the back of your head and guided your lips back to his. gosh, he was so in love.

i was going to post all mine but im currently rewriting it so bear with me please !!!!

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺ #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk fluff #gojou x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader

[dungeonpuppykai]

When I want to read dark fics, your writing just hits. One of my guilty pleasures recently has been dark!winter soldier stuff and I was hoping you could write one.

If you can, can you make it where Bucky is still the Winter Soldier and finds himself completely enamored with the reader. He stalks her briefly and decides he has to have her. So where it gets dark is mean, brooding soldier kidnaps reader and makes her his housewife. (I’d like to think that some of Bucky’s 40ness is still there along with some good old fashion 50s idealization where he basically molds her into being his perfect little housewife.)

He can still be with hydra or not but this thought has been buzzing around in my head recently and I personally am not good at writing dark fics.

Um, hell yes I can! Also, not me having almost exactly the same idea (it was in my drafts and I totally merged it with yours). Sorry for being late uni kicks my butt hard TT. Also, please note that this is a headcanon kind of situation type deal but apparently there's a limit to how many bullets you can put per post so that's why it looks the way it does! Hope you like it still. Unedited ❤️

Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), stalking, kidnapping, housewife kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, misogyny, domestic discipline, breeding kink (dash), age gap (I mean, man is over a century old). Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 

You are absolutely shit faced as you stumble out the backdoor of the club with two of your girlfriends tangled around each arm. 

You are all giggling, stumbling and slurring out curses, trying to shush each other as you trudge your forms to your apartment complex that is close by because driving is obviously out of question now. 

Were it not for your overly intoxicated state, you would have totally noticed the dark silhouette that stills in the dark alley facing the backdoor. 

The man masked in the darkness tilts his head to the side as he tries to read your party, having gotten caught off guard by the sudden bursting open of the door. 

One of your friends stagger in his direction and he moves back, his labored breaths warm in his mask, watching the girl as she retches her guts out.

Silence follows the wheezes and gags of the girl.

Then there is a sound– a melody in the air.

Soldat feels something stir within himself.

Something his masters did their best to suppress. 

Not that they would be doing any more of that. 

They needed to be alive to do something like that ever again.

His eyebrows furrow as he scans your group for the source of the sound; you. 

You are laughing.

At your friend that is throwing up.

Hands clutching your hurting sides, eyes scrunched, head thrown back, flushed and sweaty face vibrant under the bright moonlight as your hair frames it in the most perfect way possible. 

A shaky breath escapes the man covered in tears and blood of his captors and oppressors.  

His eyes scan your form. 

Beautiful. 

His metal hand clenches into a fist and he makes his resolve almost instantly;

Mine.

Soldat cannot recall much of his past except for a few things like his name.

But he knows that it has been a long, long time. 

And it's time to go home.

But a home is not walls and concrete. 

It is the people that live in it. 

His head is a mess as he scales a wall and follows you to your building, skipping from roof to roof effortlessly with a careful eye on your form.

James had finally broken free against hydra yesterday morning while they were experimenting something more brutal. 

And during the following hours, all various leaders that made the organization what it was were dead.

For what is a structure without its pillars?

He had plundered them single handedly. 

And now he was a slave no more.

James would live, and he would take.

Just as had been taken from him.

You woke up the next morning, sprawled across your bed.

As you winced and sat up, you could swear you had knocked out on the couch last night. 

But since you couldn't teleport, it was probably just a gap in your memory.

Right?

The second sign was the painkillers and water next to you on the bedside table.

The third was the window of your room that was open wide.

But you shook your head as you were behind on your schedule for the day and got on with your busy university student life. 

You should have taken notice of the signs. 

How things would always somehow work out when you were struggling with some sort of a problem. 

Regardless of whatever type of an issue it was. 

Your friends joked about it as Divine Providence. 

And Divine it was, you lived to learn. 

When it happened, it wasn't after a dramatic chase or anything. 

You had simply woken up in a room you had never seen before, tucked in the bed like it had been yours for ages.

What even happened? 

You had finished an assignment before heading to bed for an early class the next morning. 

But now you were timidly surveying the room, more and more panic filling you by the passing second. 

The house is beautiful and bright outside the dark room you had woken up in, big glass windows facing tall trees and various other type of greenery outside. 

A loud gasp escaped you when you were somewhere in the middle of the living room.

You turned around to find a huge and by that you mean, giant man standing a few steps away from you.

You could swear he wasn't there a minute ago.

But now he is towering over you, head tilted to the side as if interacting with something from an outer planet, eyes scanning your form slowly. 

As if he's savouring the sight of you in a…

Your blood runs cold as you look down to realize that you are dressed in a white sundress with yellow and red flowers printed on it.

Your eyes widen in horror.

Because you had been wearing your PJs last night–

Or, rather, the last time you were awake.

Before you can say anything, he extends a hand towards you invitingly, nodding sideways to what seems to be the kitchen. 

Something in his hand glints in the sunlight coming from the windows.

It is when your panicked vision realizes that the hand and the whole arm is made up of metal, your body backs away.

With your mouth agape, you demand shakily.

"Who the hell are you?" 

He sighs. 

"What the hell is this place? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?!"

The man's features scrunch in disapproval. 

Your choice of words is much unappreciated.

"Good little wives don't ask questions." 

In his angry, fried and entitled delusional mind you are as much in love with him as he is.

Otherwise, why would you just accept all the favours he did for you during all these months he was building a perfect home for the both of you and your future children?

He takes a step in your direction and you leap back.

After a short game of cat and mouse, you are trapped against the glass window.

He is too close. 

There is a heavy looking vase on the table next to you.

The shock on his face is evident.

He hadn't expected you, his wife, such a small and innocent girl to disrespect her husband like this. 

You whimper in horror when he doesn't budge against the decoration piece exploding against his brow bone.

James' eyes narrow as he leans in, a thick stream of blood running down the hurt side of his face.

"Bad girl" and you take off without a second thought.

Thankfully, the door is straight ahead and surprisingly unlocked.

You run without looking back. 

The man is not chasing you like you expected. 

But you don't want to stick around and find out why. 

Though the reason is soon revealed when you race through the little garden and out of the fence door. 

You are looking behind you and at the house so it is not until you are a good distance away from it do you turn your head to look ahead. 

Icy horror pierces its way down your spine.

Sand and palm trees dominate your vision as far as you can see where you are and your right side.

A devastatingly vast ocean washes the shore you are running on from the left side.

That doesn't stop you until your body gives up after a few minutes. 

You ran into the jungle for some cover.

Sobs and tears burst out of you as you collapse on a blanket of leaves.

Your body is weak and confused. 

Many hours pass.

You wander and starve.

You hide and shake.

You tip toe and give up.

There are wild animals all around you.

You can hear them.

It's terrifying. 

So terrifying that when you hear the stranger's voice some time after dusk, you are almost glad.

Are you done? His bright blue eyes that you can make out even in the dim light ask you silently. 

"How'd you even find me?" You were sure you had run a good couple miles.

He refuses to respond until you place your shaking hand in his awaiting metal one. 

"I can smell you" his accent is almost foreign as he pulls you up, frowning at your hurt bare feet. 

It took you hours to get to where you were but it only takes James a few minutes to get you back home. 

"Before I clean you up, I need to punish you." You are baffled. "Good wives don't run away from their husbands." 

He doesn't listen to any of your protests and reason that day or ever.

"Little girls don't know what is right for them. Only their husbands can decide that." 

He thoroughly washes you that night after giving you the worst spanking, paying no mind to your begging and crying.

You are sniffling as you sit on the bathroom counter wrapped up in a towel an hour later, your sore ass buzzing under you.

Your captor is kneeling in front of you as he tends to your hurt feet. 

He tells you your rules as he does so.

"First, you are to always obey me no matter what. Second, your body belongs to me as I am your husband, so you should not try to deny me of it because it will never end well for you. Third, you will respect me or you will live to learn to do so. Four, you will do your chores like a good wife and fulfill your wifely responsibilities. Five, you are to always accept your punishments and thank me for disciplining you after I am through with you, should you choose to break a rule or misbehave. Six, you will not indulge in any activity that can potentially corrupt your little mind. Seven, you will speak with respect and never out of turn. Eight, you are to always greet me when you wake up or if I have been gone a while. Nine, you can try to run. I will never stop you. But when you return home after failing, you will take your punishment obediently. Ten, you must never touch yourself. You are mine and mine alone." 

Since the spanking is still fresh on your skin you panic a little and fear forgetting them.

But you find them pasted on the fridge the following morning because he knew you were too dumb to remember them.

A few days pass before you explode about not being his wife and call him crazy.

"You weren't saying that when I did you all those favours." 

Horror dawns upon you as you realize that it was him all along.

You don't give up easily, though.

You try to run more times than you can keep count.

Every direction, every plan and every map you make proves to be useless.

Because the last time you do so, you realize that you are on a fucking island.

And since there is a dock near the house with the pantry never running low on groceries, James has a means of transport hidden somewhere is no mystery. 

But you don't know when he does it. 

So far you haven't been able to figure out a pattern. 

Either he was right about you being dumb or your captor was really good at staying one step ahead of you.

Anyways, you have no choice but to return to him crushed and sobbing as always.

He is reading something when you collapse between his legs; ready to accept your punishment as you have learnt that hiding and denying only makes it worse. 

James isn't so bad if you follow his rules. 

He is just a kidnapper and a misogynist with dangerous reflexes. 

His face is smug as he puts the book away. You have noticed that he is not as stiff and troubled as he used to be when you first woke up here months ago at this point. 

"How was it, doll?" He loves to hear you talk about it as he bruises your ass. "Any luck?" 

Today, though, something different happens.

You don't know if it's resignation and surrender finally settling in or if you have actually started to like this life.

How James gives you a nod of approval and pats your head rewardingly whenever you follow all your rules without any trouble.

The way he lets you stay up past your bed time (yes you have one because good wives are healthy for their husbands) to read a book or watch a movie.

If you were extra good and talked to him (though he was a man of a few words) and helped him out with a little farming thing he had going on in the backyard/patio, he would even let you sleep in the following morning. 

No stress or pulling yourself through classes and tight budgets.

Just being what he considered good and then whatever you would mention briefly would be in the house within the next few days.

When he is done punishing you, you thank him and apologize according to routine. But then you hug him.

You tell yourself it is due to the sad reality that your torment is your comfort.

Has to be.

You have no choice.

And then something unexpected happens in the course of the next few days. 

While trying to make the best out of this situation, you start to notice the little things, quirks and rituals, habits and mannerisms of this man. 

How he doesn't say anything if he doesn't like a certain ingredient or condiment in something you cooked but pushes it aside to use as compost later.

The way he holds you extra tight some times when he mutters a foreign language in his sleep. 

How he stares at the scary metal arm after a long day while waiting for you to finish up dinner.

Or the way he struggles to hold himself back whenever you are in a close proximity to him because you cried once he crept his hand up your ass in a sexual way. 

You don't get him sometimes.

His morals are as mysterious as him. 

Because he kidnapped you and forced you to be his wife in a '40's way, strips you to spank and humiliate you during punishments, then bathes and comforts you in his own way of silently holding you against his chest in his arms until you calm down.

Your tears don't effect him. 

But then he refuses to touch you sexually after the one time he tried.

It takes you a while to make the most peace that you can with James, but it happens eventually because you don't have a choice.  

The loneliness starts to drive you mad otherwise.

You are helping him with his farming one day when you collapse.

James isn't happy to find out that you haven't had any of your daily water intake for the day. 

After he is sure you are hydrated, it is punishment time because caring for yourself is also a rule you are supposed to never break.

Your ass is red and seething by the time he's done. Everything is pretty much routine except that you don't sit up to apologize and maybe hug him like usual.

Not even when he pats your ass to signal that he's done.

"H- Hubby?" You sniffle as you use the endearment.

It had been a proud discovery of yours.

James always gave in a little whenever you used it.

"Yes, little mouse?" You bite your lips as your thighs tremble.

Fuck.

"Y- You say we are husband and wife…"

"What about it?"

You bite your lip as you push your ass out and towards him, letting your legs part.

"Then why don't we act like it?" James is good at concealing his emotions and showing restraint.

But he can't help the way his cock hardens at the sight your pretty red thighs reveal to him.

Your perfect pussy is glistening with your creamy arousal, the entrance of your vagina blinking to indicate its need to be filled.

Fuck. 

Though James starts off small and slow with his fingers rubbing your cunt, the night ends with him balls deep into your pussy with his length rearranging your organs.

Whatever was left of you to own for him, he does so after that night.

You cannot go on for long without having some sort of physical proximity to him.

The sex is wild and it's amazing with his stamina. 

It is also instrumental in bringing you two closer than ever. 

James opens up to you slowly, but only when you ask about it.

You had done so in the past as well. 

But since it's genuine curiosity now, he feels comfortable telling you all about it.

It is a lot for you to take in and you almost don't believe him until he shows you some of his belongings from his time.

Things drift on as smoothly for a while as the waves outside your house.

And then comes the ultimate test. 

Which decides the course of your future with him.

He is still asleep one morning when you wake up.

It isn't a usual occurrence. 

But you had introduced him to comics lately and he had been obsessed with them despite claiming that they were too childish and unrealistic. 

While he had a metal arm himself…

You adjust the quilt before getting ready for the day and heading out to make breakfast. 

It is when you realize in panic that there aren't any apples left even though James had asked you to make a grocery list (that started when he started trusting you more) and you had assured him that you had enough apples for a while.

"I am gonna get the hairbrush today, I swear to God!" You mutter to yourself as you rush through the house like a headless chicken. 

Thankfully, your garden had an apple tree so you could save yourself from a breakfast spanking at the very least.

But something standing next to the dock catches your attention before you can the apples you try to budge free from their branches.

A motorboat. 

Before you can decide what you think of it, you are standing next to it on the dock.

It has fuel and a map. The key is in the ignition.

You narrow your eyes and feel your head splitting. 

A lot goes through your mind.

Flashbacks play before your eyes.

It is almost a full circle moment. 

And then you are standing in front of James who is seated on a stool next to the kitchen counter you use for dining. 

His head is lowered as he sips on his coffee and stabs at the breakfast you prepared with a fork.

"Hubby?" Your captor freezes before he slowly looks up at you. 

The blue of his eyes is troubled. He is in disbelief. As though he wasn't expecting you to be standing here.

"There is a boat outside. Do you think someone could be–" 

"You didn't leave." His voice is heavy. 

"What kind of a wife leaves her home?"

You two just stare at each other for a while. 

No words exchanged.

Then, for the first time ever, James gets up and hurriedly closes the distance between you two, enveloping you in his arms before pushing you against the wall behind you.

"I felt so angry and wronged that I thought I could take anything because I deserved it after everything that happened to me but… I love you too much, mouse."

He has never spoken this earnestly before.

"I just realized that I do too."

James kisses you passionately before you wrap yourself around him and close your eyes blissfully. 

He tightens his own arms around you gladly.

He would have hated to end up back on square one with you had you chosen to try and escape. 

The boat would have blown up a small fuse that would have been loud enough for his enhanced hearing if someone– you, were to turn the keys in the ignition.

Yes, he wasn't expecting you to be back but only too soon.

It was a test and you passed. 

As always, James stuck to his ways and rewarded you for being such a good wife. 

By giving you a ring, a new wardrobe and a baby that was the first of many to come.

.

What do you think hAH-

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[koishiro]

# - 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 📍

masterlist | jjk masterlist | upcoming anon asks

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : oh my god I’ve been gone for so long TT I’m so sorry (think of this as my comeback >:))

𝐂/𝐖 : implied afab! Reader, implies to anal (I’m not sorry).

a- aftercare, what's their aftercare like?

You best know he’s doing the upmost. After a few minutes of lying in bed (or wherever you happen to end up) he’ll make his way towards your bathroom and returns with a warm wash cloth before picking you up and guiding his way towards the bath he previously filled up as he quickly makes his way behind you, a fluffy towel placed on the heated towel wrack.

He’d let you dose off for a little while before softly waking you up so he can wash your hair and body. Don’t be surprised if you feel a slight poke to your lower back, it’s not his fault he’s got such a pretty little thing sat bare in front of him.

“‘You too tired for another round? What? ‘S not my fault you’re lookin’ all pretty f’me”

b- bodypart, whats their favourite bodypart and yours too? :

Ohohoho, your ass. Or should I say your ass and your hips. They’re just so plush and a guide of sorts as he locks his big hands on them to lead you up and down on his length. Even in mundane moments he just loves to grab onto your hips when he passes behind you or slap your ass every time you bend over to retrieve something. You go to grab the remote off the floor? Slap. You’re unloading laundry from the washing machine? Slap. You’re just minding your own business lying ass up on your bed? You’re just asking for it now.

When it comes to himself though? He’d have to say his thighs or arms/hands. He just loves to see the wet patch you leave behind after grinding yourself on his meaty thighs for only a few minutes. And he nearly goes feral from the way his hands look flat on your plush tummy, sexual or not. But he damn nearly loses his mind when he’s rutting into you and all he’s focused on is your bulging tummy and his hands softly tracing the outline of his throbbing cock.

“Look at you, d’you like the sight of my cock making you look so nice and full?”

c- cum, anything to do with cum :

You’re nearly convinced this man’s cum is never ending. Not only is it never ending but it’s thick as well. And if he’s not cumming inside, you best know you’ll be covered by the time he’s finished with you.

d-dirty secret, what's their dirtiest secret? :

His colleagues and friends wouldn’t count this as a secret considering he won’t exactly stop someone if they found out but he keeps a Polaroid of you in his wallet. Whenever he casually brings it up everyone would coo over how sweet he is until they actually come across said Polaroid only to find you in a very compromising position (with your consent ofc).

Everything on show, spread before him with his thighs either side of yours, one of your hands between your legs as the other leads a bead of his cum on the tip of your finger towards your lips and fucked out drunk eyes staring up at the camera lens. He’s just thoughtful like that, keeping a picture of his girl on him at all times.

Oh and you both also have a photo album specifically kept for nudes that sits on your shelf with the rest of your family albums.

“C’mon pretty, smile all nice now yeah? You never know who’ll stumble across this pretty picture of you. Gotta show ‘em who I’m buried in every night”

e- experience, how many times have they had sex? :

I’m going to be completely honest here, he’s had his fair share of hookups before he met you. But he wouldn’t think twice about them and he’d never even think of bringing them back his place, it would be too awkward waking up and not being able to ditch and forget so he sticks to their place, much easier and less of a mess in the long run.

f- favourite position, whats their favourite positions? :

Now this man will indulge in the occasional doggy style but it can’t beat the good fucking a mating press can provide. It just lets him get so deep and still be so close. I can imagine he’s a sucker for eye contact and this allows him to do just that while spilling the most vile words. And the way your tits bounce? It’s just the perfect position for him, what more could he ask for?

“Look at you taking me well, all dumb and fucked out, looking so pretty while I do all the work”

g- goofy, do they make jokes? :

Now this depends. If he’s had a bad day and he’s all worked up and frustrated, he just needs a good fuck (I say and he means with love, don’t degrade your worth bby) he’ll practically bend you over the nearest surface not thinking twice about the open windows, but by the ends when you’re both panting and heaving, he’ll make a small joke to lighten the mood, “well that was unexpected” or “thanks f’that doll. My own personal stress relief huh”. Other times when he feels more fluffy and sentimental, he’ll include small quips here and there, “who knew younger me would get the pretty girl in class”

h- hair, is he trimmed? does the carpet match the drapes? :

I like to think he’s completely shaved but I honestly think he has a little bit of hair, enough to coat his abdomen with a happy trail (who doesn’t like a happy trail) but mainly it’s trimmed down but still not fully shaved.

i-intimacy, how intimate are they? :

Again, this depends on his mood and/or a special event. If it’s something like your birthday? He’ll be nice and gentle but slowly work his way to being more rough but with sweet sentimental words woven in. If you happen to be in public? He’ll flirt like a teenager and like it’s his first time meeting you again which only leads to you bent over the sink in the public toilets or cramped in a cubicle with a hand over your mouth as he ruts up into you. (I’m getting off topic here). OH AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON BODY WORSHIPPING. You’ll never feel insecure again!-

Even in day-to-day life, he’ll sneak up and hug you from behind before asking how your day was (even if you were only apart for an hour max), he’d often bring home flowers of different kinds and he’d be clued up on the meanings behind them too.

“Look at these plush thighs all f’me, wrapping around my head so nice. An’ look at these tits, always so so sensitive. Love the lil’ dance you do when I so much as flick them”

j- jack off, how often are they jacking off? :

Fairy regular. Not a lot, considering he has you to come home to. So probably an average amount. Whenever he's away though he's jacking off a lot more. (That Polaroid comes in handy).

k- kink, what are their kinks? :

I don’t know if this counts as a kink but it gets him so hard when he has something that reminds him of you on him while gets down and dirty (does that make sense?), like for example he has a bracelet you gave him on his wrist made with so much thought and love while he fists your pretty pussy or when he’s just stood in line for a coffee and he looks down at the nail polish you did on him knowing where his fingers have been. He likes the thought that only he knows where they’ve been like a little secret between you both.

l- location, where would he take you? public person or private? :

Oh 110% he’d fuck you in public, no doubt in my mind. This man is a brat tamer and you can’t not agree with that. You’re acting up in public? He’ll having you whining with his hand buried deep in your pussy under the restaurant’s table. He’s the kind of guy to fuck you with the door slightly cracked open, leaving the slight chance that his roommate could either hear you or catch you in the act (he wouldn’t even stop you know it).

He does have his times though when he feels like being more private and wanting to keep you to himself, likes to take his time with you.

“Gotta be more quiet pretty girl, do’ya want someone to hear you? Whining all slutty? Is that what you want? You’d get off on that wouldn’t ya”

m- motivation, what motivates him? :

He’s a brat tamer and a chaser, strange mix I’m aware. But it just gets him so riled up when you start acting out, in public or not. He won’t think twice before bending you over the nearest surface (preferably his lap) while he makes you count until you’re too dumb to count any further.

There’s also a running theme in your relationship that keeps him wanting more. Before you were even in a relationship you’d always make it seem like you weren’t too interested in him but you’d leave hints for him to figure out so even now, in a long term relationship, you’ll both still play cat and mouse leaving his brain to haywire.

n- no, what wouldn't they do? :

Consent is a big, big thing in your relationship. He won’t do anything unless you verbally agree to it. You both even have a safe word for when things turn serious. Watersports and scat are both out the window because that’s just disgusting.

“C’mon pretty girl, use your words. Can you do that f’me? Can you use your words?”

o- oral, giving or receiving? :

This one’s a 50/50. As much as I want to say he’s a giver, I have to remind myself he’s also a brat tamer so the urge he has to just shove your head down on his girthy cock to shut you up is immense at times. But he also gets off on being covered in your cum. You could be doing the most mundane thing like catching up on your favourite tv show and he’s between your thighs lapping your essence up like it’s holy water (and boy does he need a lot of that). He’d even let you take a picture if that’s what you really want (yes please).

p- pace, how fast do they go? slow, fast? :

He’d purposefully put you in a false sense of security. Starting off slow and deep and gradually increasing faster and rougher. He’ll tease you by going slow and when you're both chasing your orgasm he starts to go faster. His words would follow as well, starting off sweet and sentimental and gradually turning dirtier and meaner.

q- quickies, are they a fan? :

Now, like I said before, this man loves public sex but that doesn’t mean he’s a big fan of quickies when doing so. Makes him feel like he’s using you sometimes and he certainly doesn’t want to make you feel like that. So he makes it up to you by going long and hard in the comfort of your own home. But sometimes it’s unavoidable, especially when he needs to leave in 15 minutes but how can he when you’ve just gotten out of the shower looking like that? And you know what you’re doing to him so of course he has to teach you a lesson right?

“Look what you’re doing t’me. Gonna make me late now cause of you acting up. What am I gonna say to the guys hm? That I had to fuck the attitude out of my girl? Is that what you want?”

r- risk, are they a risk taker? :

He'd never put you in harms way. So he wouldn't be one to take risks that could put you in danger or get you hurt somehow (like knife play etc). but he will fuck you somewhere you both could get caught. That’s just a given.

s- stamina, can they go for multiple rounds? :

Oh boy can he. In the end he has to hold you up by the hips while he continues to rut into you. He even keeps a glass of water to the side for you in moments like these. (Here’s your daily reminder to go drink some fckn water bby)

t- toys, do they experiment with toys? :

Hehe >:) you could say that yes. He once invested in vibrating panties he had you wear in public while you both walked around the mall hand in hand, it was in your best interest not to talk back to him that day. He also occasionally indulges in vibrators, bondage, butt plugs, analog beads (you get the gist). But he won’t be too pleased in toys for himself like cock rings.

But nothing can beat the feeling of his cock fucking you raw with nothing in the way, although he has sometimes double penetrated you with his cock and another toy.

u- unfair, how much will he tease you? :

He'll tease you for a good while, you'll be a whimpering and begging mess before he's even put it in you. Especially when toys are involved. He loves to see writhing and wriggling beneath him.

v- volume/verbal, are they loud? :

He's not so much as ‘loud’ but more reassuring and teasing in his words, making sure you’re comfortable the entire time. He also makes sure you know that you’re making him feel good too. Don’t get me wrong though, he groans and grunts for sure, both your moans and whimpers fill the silence in the room for sure.

“You okay baby? You holdin’ on? You’re doing so well, keep whining like that pretty. Got me acting some type’a way”

w- where does he prefer to cum? :

He loves to cum inside of you let him. Goes feral at the thought of knocking you up and watching his cum seep out of your puffy pussy before he fingers it back where it belongs. But at times where he’s not allowed, he loves to cover you in it (we all know this man cums a lot so be warned).

“I didn’t think you could possibly get any prettier, but look at you all covered in my cum. Let me take a picture so you can see for yourself”

x-ray, whats going on under those clothes? :

He’s 190cm (6’3) so I imagine him to be big. maybe like, 6.9 (😏) flacid, 7.2 hard. I also imagine him to be fairly thick but not too thick y’know? Maybe like the thickness of his own wrist (that’s probably not too good of an example but here we are). He also has a vein running across his shaft as he curves upwards. He’s not even really aware of his length either. He often thinks back to when you first saw his cock and he was slightly confused at your worried expression. Like what bae? Why so worried, I’ll make it fit.

y- yearning, what’s their sex drive like? :

I’d say Geto has an average sex drive. Not like a teenage boy where he was horny 25/8 but you both still fuck at least 3 times a day no ifs or buts, any time anywhere. Gotta close your fitness ring somehow. And you know when he’s in the mood cause he’ll snake his arms around you before they creep their way towards your tits, soon pawing at the flesh.

INTRUSIVE SIDE NOTE: Does anyone remember that post a while back where this girl had sex with her boyfriend and her parents had a notification from their watches saying they closed their fitness ring after an intensive workout? Yeah that’s you and Geto. That’s had to have happened at least once. No doubt in my mind.

z- zzz :

Geto will not sleep until you're cleaned, hair is washed and brushed out of your face, you’ve drank a full cup of water, skin care outta the way (ofc he memorised it who do you think he is) literally every single need you have has to be met will he then sleep. Once you both do eventually sleep, he has you tucked to his side or directly on top of his chest. He does often hug you from behind though, only so he can grope your tit and fall asleep in that exact position.

#きたない 📍 #🍓 ₊˚✩⊹ #⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒋𝒖𝒋𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 成人向け #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk geto #jjk suguru #jjk geto suguru #geto suguru x you #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto #geto suguru #suguru geto x y/n #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #jjk smut #jjk oneshot #jjk scenarios #i love geto

[catcze]

I GOTCHU I GOTCHU

wriothesely wrapping his hand around your waist and using his thumb to rub that area slightly below and to the left of your tummy area because he can

wriothesely being a man that has a closed lip smile usually... but his smile widens to a full, teeth-showing grin when he sees you while still maintaining that grace to him

and of course... wriothesely making you a sangria at 5pm because he knows you deserve it

AAAA ying ily so much !!! The way i whole melted when I read these TT please excuse me while I write something quick for this my thoughts cannot b contained ajksd

「 ### : 」 established relationship, fluff, mentions of alcohol/implied alcohol consumption, comfort for tiring days !!

Wriothesley can tell that it's been one of those days by the way you stumble into his office looking half-dead. He raises his head from the paper he's been reading just as you shuck off your coat and toss it haphazardly onto one of the couches. You take a seat where your coat landed, struggling to remove your shoes in your exhaustion.

In an instant, Wriothesley kneels before you, and you lean back, acquiescing the responsibility of removing your shoes to him.

"Hey," you tell him, the word borderline a sigh. You look exhausted, melting into the plush of his couch like you could fall asleep any second. "Missed you today."

"Missed you too, Dearest," Wriothesley says, pressing a kiss to your knee as he places your shoes to the side neatly. "Long day, huh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," you groan, tipping over on your side so you're flopped across his couch like a seal. Laughing quietly, Wriothesley mauvers his way beside you, pulling you up so you're instead leaning against his shoulder, face pressed against his sleeve while one of his arms wrap around you, holding you close.

You purr when his hand, situated just near your tummy, begins stroking soothing circles into your skin. The touch is so natural–– it's something he does whenever you're nearby, and the familiarity of it soothes your nerves like nothing else can.

"If you keep doing that I might just fall asleep on you." Your words are muffled by his sleeve until you push up from him slightly, just enough for him to see your pout.

"You're always welcome to," is his simple response. His hand is still drawing comforting shapes into your skin, but his grin is wide–– wider than most people think Wriothesley's smile can get. While other people are more accustomed to a frown, a blank expression or (on rarer occasions) a tight-lipped quirk of the mouth from him, you have the honor of being familiar with the way his whole face lights up when he smiles at you like that, teeth showing and all.

"No, no," Sluggishly, you motion to get up and out of his hold, even though his grip around your waist remains steadfast. "You still have to do your work. Archons forbid that pile of documents grows any taller than it already is."

A sigh escapes him, but he releases his hold from around you anyways, getting up from his seat to ease you back into your flopped over seal position from before.. "I suppose you're right, as usual. You sure you'll be fine here?"

"I'll just take a nap, Wriothesley, it's fine." As you wave him off, encouraging him back to his desk, you can feel the yawn crawling out of you. Wriothesley has to keep himself from settling back down to join your nap.

His self control and sense of responsibility wins out though, and he finds himself back at his desk while you fall asleep. But before he looks back down at the papers that are calling for his attention, his gaze finds your form again, already so seep into your slumber. Changing course, he finds himself opening one of the bottom drawer to his desk instead, pulling out a bottle of red wine that he keeps close by more for your own consumption than his, and wonders if they might have fresh fruits in the fortress' break room.

Later, when you blearily open your eyes, it is still on the couch, but this time with your head on Wriothesley's thigh, wrapped up in a small blanket burrito, with his hand idly playing with your hair as he reads through some papers. Your eyes are still heavy, threatening to shut again but out of the corner of your eye you see just one glass filled with sangria beside a plate full of finger foods and fruits, Wriothesley's go to snack to pamper you with.

Feeling warmer than before, you bury yourself deeper into Wriothesley's lap, hoping that he can feel the curve of your smile, before sleep claims you once more.

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! matcha.chocolate #Wriothesley x reader #genshin impact imagines #Wriothesley #genshin impact #Cw Alcohol #Cw GN reader #ying ily so much you gave me such THOUGHTS ♡♡♡

[prof-ramses]

This is a very real SM theory

What I've stumbled across this time is, I'll admit, completely batshit on the face of it. BUT, if you follow my flow of logic, I think you'll actually be more convinced than you'd expect

So, what is it that set my theorist mind off? Well, the character we knew we were meeting this episode, Aaron (which is apparently the name of Ross's dad in that model sheet)

We only see him twice (and no, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, his tattoo changes what arm it's on between scenes) and in those scenes, he's mostly silent and is notably not paying attention to Jaune, despite her talking with their obviously distressed shared friend in the first scene and is separated from Jaune by the cinematography in the second scene.

From what we've seen of Aaron, both in this episode and the TT photos, he isn't very expressive, but he still shows his feelings through movement, or rather, a position in the photos, something absent in his present self.

So, what, if anything, lead to this seeming slight rift between Aaron and Jaune?

Well, we could assume it was something after Ross's birth, but could we narrow it down further? Yes, yes we can, mainly due to the first bomb I'm about to drop on you.

Jaune is a cult spy

Yes, I'm dead fucking serious. Let's look over the way the cult operates, shall we? They carefully monitor anything related to their plans while other members are on stand by, should something go wrong. How does this tie to Jaune?

Simple, she's the one keeping tabs on Lila, Ignacio does live closer, but is so abrasive, he could never get close enough to someone for intimate spying. Jaune on the other hand, as Lila's best friend, could theoretically keep tabs on certain aspects of Lila's life.

The next obvious question is why. Why would Jaune spy on Lila for a cult? Well, she wouldn't. She would, however, keep a close eye on her friend if someone else close to said friend, like say, said friend's husband, expressed concern for her emotional well being.

I know I'm probably losing some of you now, but this is where we get to another insanely counter intuitive yet convincing claim.

Jaune isn't spying on Lila because Lila's husband asked her, she's spying on Lila because she doesn't want Lila to know that-

Jaune had an affair with Lila's husband

I KNOW, I KNOW, I sound like Dale from King of the Hill right now, but I swear to you, this will all click together by the end.

Picture this, Jaune, a heavy drinker, is over at her friend's house one night when Lila's husband starts coming onto her and you know what happens, this goes from a one off event, to a semi-regular ritual for the pair. Some time later, he tells Jaune that he's worried Lila might catch on, and encourages her to carefully pay attention to any sudden mood shifts and.... share them wit ha trusted associate of his.

So, now that I've established the logic of this happening and that it will likely come into focus at some point, but what does this have to do with Aaron's detachment and how could it come into play?

It's not just that Aaron knows Jaune cheated and will reveal it to Lila, no, it's so much worse.

But first, I have to dispel some fanon for a moment, despite how popular the concept is, we have no in or out of series proof that Ross dyes his hair, the only photo of him we see is him and Aaron with Ross looking just as he does at present.

Why do I bring this up, oh my poor unsuspecting friends, it should be clear. If Ross has naturally black hair, that would mean-

Ross matches the genetic profile of Jaune and Skidad's biological child

And there you have it, the dark underbelly at back of the newest instalment in our beloved Halloween series.

And, if by some chance, you still don't believe this theory of Ross and Skid being half-brothers to be at the very least valid, well then, I have something that will blow your fucking mind.......

.........

And I'm not telling you cause it's 'Pril Fools Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#spooky month #sm Jaune #sm Aaron #sm Ross #sm Lila #sm Skid's dad #sm Skidad #sm Ignacio #sm Skid #sm theory #spooky month theory #sm prediction #spooky month prediction

[herarcadewasteland]

Bite Me

A/N: I have no fucking clue what to title this, it's just Renfield x Reader cause i just watched it and brain went brrrr. Also such a funny movie, 10/10 recommend if gore/violence doesn’t bother you cause Dracula and shit. so many tags TT

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Sitting in Mulates with a cup of coffee and your laptop, you sighed. Robert was supposed to have met up with you over an hour ago. It wasn’t uncommon for him to vanish for hours upon hours at a time only to show up looking ruffled and frantic as he panted for breath clearly having ran from wherever he was. But this was pushing a new record, the waitress giving you a knowing look as you popped your back and cracked your neck. 

“Just the bill please, thanks.”, you sighed once more as the waitress walked off for your bill. 

The door slamming open made you jump as you turned to look at what the disturbance was, Renfield sprinting through the tables to reach your side with his usual messy hair. He gathered you into a tight hug as you huffed at him.

“You almost made a new record for how late you are for dates, Renny.”

The nickname made him smile sheepishly as he met your annoyed gaze, your own softening at his genuine guilt. He nodded and pulled you to the door as you frantically dropped the cash onto the table you were sat at.

“I know, I know. I am sorry for making you wait, Y/N. I attended that meeting last minute.”

You hummed in thought and let him drag you to a drab and downright sketchy studio apartment building a little more than halfway across town. The sign blinked at you with its last letters as you stumbled up the stairs, Renfields smile growing as you neared an apartment on the corner of the floor. Birds chirped their goodbyes as you walked into the air conditioned space with yet another sigh, your clammy hand slipping from Roberts as you toured the small and obviously recently cleaned area. The bright orange, green and pink trimmed walls hurt your eyes before you got used to it, the motivational posters stuck all over the walls making you smile at Renfield as he gave you a vibrant one in return.

“Renny it looks great. I thought you were staying with your grandmother though? Will she be okay on her own?”

Robert nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist, his bright yellow and orange jacket falling like a blanket around you as he towered above your frame. A kiss landed on the top of your head as he chuckled. 

“She will be quite alright. I have made sure she is settled in and comfortable to be on her own while I’m away.”

You nodded to him as you left his hold to wander the small space some more, your eyes roaming the posters and landing on a book that lay on the bedside-table. 

“What in the- Renny! I thought you said you quit that job!”, you huffed at him in exasperation as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Well I was going to, but something came up and I didn’t have the chance. I’ll quit soon, I promise. It’s just complicated.” 

“I know Renny but you have more power now, that asshole boss of yours isn’t here to stop you from sending in a letter of resignation.”

He shook his head as he shushed you, his arms wrapping around you again as he shook slightly against you. Your eyes closed as you relaxed in his hold, his breathing calming as yours did. Turning your head to admire his features, you smiled. He had this boyish charm about him with the aura of danger and desperation. It was so uniquely Renfield that you smiled brighter. He caught onto your smile as he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, his finger booping your nose. Going cross-eyed involuntarily, you giggled at him. 

“Renny why~! You know I go cross-eyed every time! It’s not fun.”, you pouted up at the laughing man as he ruffled your hair. 

He acknowledged your statement with confirmation that yeah he did know, but his eyes stayed trained on your pouted lips as you blinked at him innocently. Quickly leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, you let out a gasp as he pulled you even closer. 

Getting lost in the kiss, neither of you noticed the door opening slowly as a polished black shoe stepped through the frame dramatically.  

“Marvelous attire, very colourful.”, a voice droned from the door as you parted from the kiss to catch a glimpse of a pale man in a sparkly suit before Renfield pushed you into the adjoining room frantically, his eyes panicked and holding desperation as he shut the door on you. 

The voice carried through the door as you pressed your ear against it in an attempt to hear if Robert was alright, “You look like the kind of boy who has to fight ‘em off!”

A wheeze laughed followed as Renfields hesitant laugh filtered through, making you tense against the door, 

“So I suppose that’s a “no” for you bringing me my dinner tonight, hmmm?”

“A no? No.”, Roberts voice was clearly terrified of the idea behind saying no to whoever this sparkly pale dude was. 

“Nooo?”, it was drawn out sarcastically and almost mockingly.

“No, not a no.”

“No not mm?”, the man drawled as he took an audible sip of something.

“Uhm...Yes. Big yes to dinner!”, you could hear the over-exaggerated enthusiasm behind Roberts voice as he struggled to please whoever that man was, “A feast. A full feast, Master. In fact, I’m so glad you’re here...”

You could hear pacing and clinking as he busied himself with one thing or another as he stalled for an excuse.

“I was actually on my way to see you!”, the clinking got more frantic.

“Oh you were on your waaaaay.”, the disappointment and judgement was clear in the drawl of the man’s voice.

“Yes but I had uhm, too many bodies.”

“Oh you-you have bodies hm?”, the mocking was at full force as Renfield stumbled through his sentences while your confusion grew rapidly.

“Too- too many!”, the clinking gained speed with his voice, “So many bodies that I couldn't carry them all! You should have seen it.”

He paced over to the door, mouthing a silent apology as he opened it to glance at you briefly to busy himself anxiously. A disbelieving “Mhm” meeting your ears.

“You see the problem is, my back has really been playing up! Anyway, the plan is to rent a U-Haul and that way I’ll be able to get all the bodies...”

His entire sentence was backed by even more sarcastic “Mhmm”’s as you peeked through a small crack in the door. 

“You know what? It’s so silly but you don’t have to worry, um, and I-I won’t bother you my- my problems.”, Renfield's shrug and self pitying laugh made you furrow your eyebrows as you watched.

“No, no~”, the sparkly dressed man stood slowly as he spoke, “Please, tell me all about your problems.”

The ‘please’ was backed with a growl as Renfield stood with lowered shoulders, hoping to avoid whatever was coming his way as ‘problems’ was emphasised with hatred.

You burst from the room to stand next to Renfield as the pale man paused in his stride to eye you up and down as Robert pulled you close to hide you from view even as you peaked from around his arm to watch the man carefully. 

“Tell me all about the gun-wielding criminals who came after you for killing their men because you were protecting so-called innocent people.”

The way he spoke his last two words was bone chilling as his clawed hand extended towards your lover with an almost threatening flick as his hand rested on his hip behind his back. 

“I’m-I’m sorry.”, Renfield spoke softly and hesitantly, his arms pushing you back further as he shifted in place, “I’m sorry Master, I never meant to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?”, the eyebrow raises the man gave were almost comical if not for the promise of pain written in his jagged smile and dead eyes as he let out a wheezed chuckle, “Are you actually suggesting that anything you could do would hurt...me?!” 

HIs voice raised as he threw the vase of flowers to the ground with a loud smash to match his raised voice as Renfield raised his hands to his hips in an attempt to non-verbally console the man as he stuttered through an apology.

“No. No no no no no no, Master, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... I didn’t mean that.”

He was nearly cut off in his apology as he grabbed your hand for moral support while you watched the man comb his greasy hair back from his forehead with a disgusting smile. 

“No, no. It’s alright- it’s alright. It’s alright.”

“Really-?”

“No, it’s, yeah.”, he finished combing his hair and held out a placating hand towards the two of you, “Let me explain something to you, okay?”

The ‘okay’ left an uneasy feeling in your stomach as he toned it like he was talking to a child. His hand pointing dramatically with each word,

“I was wrong about you. I should’ve realized what you were capable of when you were so eager to join me.”

His menacing steps forward caused Renfield to step back with a worried expression, your feet matching his movements as you backed away slowly from the approaching man. 

“I don’t think I was eager,”, Robert looked down in contemplation with eyebrows furrowed further, “I think that you caught me at a low moment and you maybe manipulated me too.”

“No, no no, no, no...”

The sparkly dressed pale man furrowed his own eyebrows in confusion as Renfield continued on his explanation before his denial clashed with Roberts sentences. 

“And you just caught me at a low moment, and used some of your power...”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I use my power for a lot of things, but I didn’t need to use it on you. You were a lawyer who wanted to get rich off a real-estate deal. You’re the one who used me!” 

Renfield cowered slightly to the side to block you fully from the mans view as he continued his degrading.

“You used my power because you were a husk! An empty void that nothing can fill. The only thing that gave your life meaning was my power! The power you used to bring me victims while you pretended to be one yourself!”

His voice raised to a shout as you glanced up at Renfields face, his eyes full of tears as he listened. Roberts eyes closed with a shaky nod as he swallowed harshly, his hand squeezing yours tightly as the pale man sighed loudly.

“However, I am the real victim here! I am the one you swore to protect! And you...”, his breathing grew rough and loud as he glanced at you with narrowed eyes, seething with anger. “Abandoned ME!”

The clenched fists of the man made you tremble and grasp at the back of Renfields jacket tighter as he shook his head again, his voice soft and full of tears.

“No. That’s not true.”

The man leaned in with a mocking smirk, “Just like you abandoned your wife and your daughter.”

The smug look you caught on the mans face while he placed a clawed finger on his lips made you seethe. He was getting off on humiliating your lover and for what? Some kind of power trip he only got from Renfield? You tugged on Roberts jacket slightly as he looked down with more tears in his eyes.

“That’s not... I didn’t...I didn’t abandon them.”, he whimpered slightly through his sentence, grip getting tighter on your hand.

“Look into your own eyes, Renfield. You’re the monster, Renfield, not me.”

Robert shook his violently as he made eye contact fleetingly with the man, his sharp-topped finger pointing at him mockingly and almost proud, 

“It’s you.”

“No. No.”, Renfields hands shook as he let go of yours to point back at the man, “That’s enough.”

Robert took slight steps around you, making sure you were still protected by his body even though the man's eyes scanned you up and down like he could see every memory you had. Renfield walked back to stand in front of you as the greasy haired man panted from his anger, his eyebrows furrowing in pure confusion as Robert held up the book in front of him. “How To Defend Yourself Against A Narcissist” held between the three of you in a defensive position.

“What?”, the pale man voiced his confusion over the book held in shaky hands as you grasped the back of Roberts jacket. 

Renfield sighed and opened the book with shaking hands, the pages sticking together as he fought to open the book to a specific page, the other man’s confusion palpable as he leaned forward to see exactly what was happening. 

“I will no longer tolerate abuse.”, Renfields shaky voice filled the confused silence as he stood straighter. 

The man laughed hysterically, his back bending from the disbelief of what he heard and the strong laughter.

“Stop laughing.”, Renfield mumbled grumpily as he flicked through to another page, “I deserve love.”

Roberts “Master” raised an eyebrow at the statement, his eyes flickering towards you and back to Renfield as though connecting something in his head. 

“I deserve happiness.” Robert was sure in his statement, his tears clearly subsiding as he spoke stronger only to be shut down again.

“You deserve only suffering!”

Renfield let out a shaky sigh as he flipped to a new page, taking slow steps back as you followed, “Uhm, I know being undead, it’s a painful existence, it is, and I empathize with your pain.”

He gestured lightly with an expression one could only consider as empathy. The man gestures back as he continues approaching the two of you, his disdain extremely clear on his face and his words.

“Oh please. Illuminate me. Let me learn from you. I will find everyone you have ever loved and I will drain them. I will reduce this...this...”

Renfield continued backing up with you, his body lowering in a cower, “S-Studio apartment?”

“Studio apartment until it’s ash!”

“Uh, uh...”, Roberts back hit your chest with a light thud as you got cornered easily, your hand finding his biceps as the pale guy kept approaching while you both looked around in realization of your positioning, “Affirmations. Affirmations.” 

The man snarled down at you as you both shrunk closer to the ground in an effort to get away from the enclosed space and intimidating aura. 

Renfields head snapped from the pages to look up at the man and back down again repeatedly, “Uh, I’m enough. Uhm, I deserve some happiness.”

His fingers trailed over the pages as he flipped them, “There is some other stuff I have to say...”

The frantic boys page flipping was interrupted by the man as he ripped the book from his shaking hands with a snarl, “Who put these ideas in your head?”

Renfield cowered further into you as he flipped the book around in his clawed hands, eyes finding the stamp of the church on the back of it. A light growl left his mouth between pointed teeth as he snarled down at you both, his hand reaching behind Robert to pull you from behind him easily. A gasp left you as he held you against his chest, his claw pressing against your chest as he stared down Renfield.

“Of course.”, he chucked the book at Renfields head as he covered it with his hands in fear as he stared at the ground. “The church.”

Renfield looked up in fear, meeting your terrified eyes as he shook in his spot, “Let her go, she’s not a church goer. She’s atheist! Perhaps even a little spiritual! She practices witchcraft in her spare time if she feels like it!”

A growl left him as his claw lowered and pierced through your stomach, your eyes widening in pain as blood trickled from the wound. Robert sat up in fear, his eyes pleading with the man as his cold eyes watched Renfields every move. 

“Bring me my dinner by tomorrow or she won’t live to see it. Only I can awaken her now, act fast Renfield. You wanted to be the good guy so go ahead and play the good guy. You have until Midnight tomorrow or I’ll come back and finish her off.”

A gust of wind filled the apartment and you fell to the ground unconscious, your blood soaking into carpet as Renfield cradled your head carefully,

“I’ll be the hero just for you, Y/N. No matter what it takes.”

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A/N: I’m not very proud of the ending or the full thing in general, it was so much better in my head and a lot less repetitive and much more reader involved... kinda happy with it though. lemme know what you thought? 

#renfield #renfield x reader #its such a good m #help renfield is precious #send help #im invested in this #fem!reader #im watching it for a second time in 3 hours #the one scene is so good #aka when renfield uses the narcissist book against dracula #such great writing power behind it i had to

[psychicmoth]

soooo random but i just stumbled across the oldest phanfic you found like 4 years ago on livejournal and left a comment on and the author just replied to u 😭😭 like what are the odds i found this today 😭 i just thought i would let u know lmao go read it !!

I'M!! SCREAMING!!!! thank u so much for letting me knoow OMGG??? like is this fate????? WHAT!!!!!!! TT------TT this is one of the most ICONIC things that has ever happened to meeeee 😭😭😭💖🩷💖🩷💖🩷💖🩷

i HIGHLY RECOMMEND everybody checking out one of the oldest searchable phanfics out there: "Dan is On Fire" by Lucy and Ramona, written in nov. 2010 💖 it's super sweet, cute, nostalgic and special 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

#psychics #phanfic #dnp

[gayleafpool]

okay so hugo and varian as wolfwalkers. who bites who

OH UR NOT EVEN READY. IVE BEEN SITTING ON THIS AU FOR MONTHS!!!!!!!!! had 2 scour a discord chat for stuff bc i KNOW i’ve talked about this before and i was right hehe. OK LISTEN UP!!!!!!

k so. donella is a wolfwalker and has been since before she could remember. she accidentally turns ulla when they’re teens but it works out fine bc ulla thinks this is awesome so everything seems cool for awhile. and then ulla gets w quirin and she has varian etc etc u know the drill but all the while she keeps the fact that she’s a wolfwalker hidden from quirin. UNTIL. one day she ends up getting killed by a wolf hunter while she’s in her wolf form. donella sees it happen and has to go tell quirin. oof ouch. then she moves faaaaar away to try and move on. varian ends up not being a wolfwalker and quirin is like oh thank god. but lol sorry man that wont last long. and then the events of tts happen as normal varian commits crimes and goes to jail quirin gets amberified etc. then post tts varian is struggling to fit in and move on cuz he’s got no friends his age and most people in town don’t like him bc of his history and he just feels very lonely and like he doesn’t belong anywhere. and one day he’s just kinda hanging out in the woods outside old corona and he stumbles across a wolf. the wolf is hugo ofc. hugo backstory in a moment. so hugo sees him and assumes oh shit human in the woods he’s gotta be a hunter so he instinctively attacks him and bites him on the arm, before quickly realizes wait nvm this person has no weapons and obviously wasnt expecting 2 see me so he jumps off him and runs away. but too late varian has already been bitten. so he starts doing wolfwalkery shit and is freaking out and trying to figure out what’s going on while keeping is a secret from his dad. meanwhile donella finds out what hugo did and basically tells him to get lost bc he’s too irresponsible and put them both at risk by changing someone who was supposed to be uninvolved in this. and for reference hugo got changed into a wolfwalker by donella when he was a kid bc she figured it would make him a more effective spy/conman. now he can kill people as a person or as a wolf haha 2in1 bonus. so anyway hugo goes back and finds varian and meets him while in human form and tries to be like heyyyy hi i have absolutely no ulterior motives for talking to you. btw have you been having any weird dreams lately. and they sort of hate each other for awhile bc hugo blames varian for being the reason donella kicked him to the curb and varian is mad at hugo for biting him. and wait you know what would be funny what if donella wants to kill varian bc she sees him as a liability and what if she says hey hugo u can redeem urself if you kill him for me bc i know he trusts u and then uh oh choice time. meanwhile both varian and hugo and constantly trying to not get murdered by wolf hunters (quirin probably for extra angst) (maybe idk cass or eugene too even more angst) (this is excessively long) (have a good day)

#asks #im genuinely debating writing a fic #varigo

[bywons]

hi ! hope this doesn’t sound awkward TT but i stumbled across your blog on my timeline n i just wanted to say that your theme is everything >< ♡ (n i realise that our users kind of match :0) ～ yizhuo (or violet :-D)

stop, i literally giggled and blushed at your ask cuz u have CAPTURED my whole dash for like a week and i was just thinking of approaching you but i'm super shy >///< 🧍🏾‍♀️ and tysm !!! but ur theme tho :0 saurr cute and girly and aesthetic ♡ !!

and we could be like sister/cousin blogs omo our users really do br twinning. (〃´▽`〃)

#— ( ✶ ) ◞ 𝓘nbox #user byhees >.<

[nicosraf]

Hello Hello! While going through your site to buy ABM (which Amazon won't let me get on ebook TT), I stumbled across "The River Boy". As a Mayan, I just wanted to say I felt really seen. It wasn't a major part of the story but it was healing to see anything about us represented like that. It's also just beautifully written, I'd love to read more of your work ^^

As for my ask, what type of research did you do for that story? Are you Maya yourself or did you decide on the setting at random or something? Thank you and have a good day!

Ahhh this just made my entire life, thank you so much for reading! I'm really happy you liked it and that you found it healing. I'm so glad :')

I'm not Maya, but I'm Mexican with roots in the center of the country (Puebla) that gave me a big interest in Mesoamerica, which was a big chunk of my Latin American Studies degree (yes, I have a Latin American studies degree sksks). One of my courses was on ancient Maya culture and writing, where I wrote a big research paper on the rituals of Maya royalty.

I actually thought the setting was a huge part of the story! I love the way the ancient, and many contemporary, Maya conceptualize time as such an integral part of the universe with its own dedicated deities who are in charge of carrying it (the four "year bearers" though I learned them to be "time bearers"). The glyphs of the deities carrying time have really stuck with me; I just love the concept of time being such a physical thing.

Divine royalty isn't something unique to the Maya, but something that really caught my interest is the rituals and responsibilities associated with divinity. A lot of people will focus on the bloodier stuff (the blood letting), but personally I was more interested in the perpetual "birthing" of the universe that was the responsibility of kings and princes. I imagined a spoiled, beautiful prince who might want to run away from all that stress and pain.

The language barrier in the story was also inspired by the different Mayan languages today and how reconstructing the ancient language is so tough. That said, during the Classical times, there was probably already significant linguistic differences between Maya territories, so I don't think it's inaccurate in the story, just a bit exaggerated perhaps. The couple Maya words in the story are a mix of ancient and modern words. For ex, k’altun is an ancient word, while dios bo’otik is modern Yucatec Maya.

Oh! And just another fun fact - the river in the story is the Usumacinta river, and the prince is from Yaxchilan! There's actually a stone monument in Yaxchilan which depicts a queen pulling thorns through her tongue, which is referenced in the story!

Sorry for rambling, but there's like an absurd amount of research in this little story! I also wanted to depict the more "common" way of life by making the protagonist a non-royal, but there's so little about common-folk (unsurprisingly) so I struggled a bit to find sources that would help me paint an accurate picture. On that note, most of my sources were the same JSTOR articles I used to write my research paper, my university museum, and my poor Maya professor.

I haven't really looked at the story in a while so I re-read it just now and I'm really happy with it :') I think Maya history is one of the coolest things ever, and I'd love to write a full book about a Maya prince one day. But historical fiction is difficult, even when you add magical realism like I did.

Anyway! Thank you again for reading! If you're having trouble downloading ABM, I'll literally send you the file for free if you want sksks Just ask! I'm very touched by your interest. Thank you!! :))

#European princes got to just be annoying but Maya princes had so much RESPONSIBILITY #i also would run away i think #also ahh this story is so near to my heart #thats why i didnt monetize it tbh #anyway anyway #again thank you for reading #im so so happy that you enjoyed it #sincerely over joyed #:') #mine #ask

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Artificial Wingman Chapter 6!

Sorry of its a bit short!

For the full story on ao3, click here!

Enjoy!

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It had taken a while, but after three hours of searching the city Danny and Robin finally found themselves standing across the street from a small, brightly colored shop. Even across the street from the store, Danny could smell the different fragrances of all the flowers wafting through the polluted city air.

"Finally!" Danny sighed with relief as they waited at the crosswalk. Robin huffed beside him, whether in agreement or amusement Danny didn't know. For his own sake, he was going with agreement. 

The pair didn't have to wait long on the crosswalk, though Danny could feel Robin's impatience anyways. It seemed that Danny wasn't the only one uncomfortable with wandering around the city all day. Just as they made it across, Danny saw Robin's shoulders tense out of the corner of his eye. 

The teen dropped his hand, his head turning to stare at something just out of Danny's line of sight. Ignoring the part of himself that was disappointed in the loss of contact, Danny cocked his head slightly to the side as he tried to find what had caught Damian's attention. 

"What is it?" He asked the teen when he couldn't find anything of interest in the alleyway his companion was glaring into. 

Robin made a harsh "Tt." noise as he started towards the alleyway. "Go in ahead of me." He said over his shoulder when Danny made to follow him. 

When Danny made a noise of protest, he turned back towards him. Grabbing his hand again, he placed a gentle kiss above his knuckle, making the teen red with the unexpected gesture. "I'll catch up, just head inside, ruhi." He disappeared into the alleyway before Danny could reboot. 

Sighing exasperatedly, he turned and headed inside. He stumbled as he stepped through the door, the scents of different flowers almost overwhelming. Which was confusing to him, until he caught sight of the perfume extracts that lined one of the display shelves. He held his breath as he walked past them, aiming for deeper into the store. His hope was that the further in he got, the less powerful the smell would be. 

Yes, being part ghost meant that he technically didn't have to breath, but not breathing made it harder to appear fully human. And he would rather keep any semblance of normalcy he had at the moment. 

The teen was so focused on getting away from the overpowering perfumes that he didn't really look where he was going. More importantly, he didn't see what he was about to walk into. Or, more accurately, who he was about to walk into. All Danny knew was that one moment, he was power walking down the only available aisle, and the next he was on the floor, flowers scattered on his head and in his lap. Groaning, he sat up, picking a marigold off his shoulder. 

Across from him, a blond with split-dyed tips styled up in pigtails clutched the remains of a premade bouquet, dark crimson roses and white poppies squished to her chest. Almost immediately, memories of Sam ranting about 'flower language' popped into his head and he winced at the arrangement that screamed 'mourning a dead loved one'.

"I am so, so sorry." Danny stuttered as he began to gather the flowers covering him. The woman stared at him for a second before following his lead, grabbing the ones that had fallen on the floor. When they had collected all of them, they stood up, the girl brushing off her white t-shirt that clearly read 'I <3 My Lesbian Girlfriend', scattering yellow petals everywhere.

"It's fine." The woman spoke with an accent that he couldn't quite place. 

Handing her the flowers, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow. Not from any sort of empathy, he couldn't detect any strong emotions from this woman, but just a general feeling. He felt bad for her. "I'm sorry for your loss." He blurted out before he could stop himself. 

She froze, giving him an odd look. "I… haven't lost anyone?" She sounded very confused. 'Huh?' Both of them gave each other confused looks. "What makes you think someone died?"

"The flowers." He pointed to the messy bouquet in her hands. "That's generally an arrangement for graves or memorials." 

The lady glanced down at the flowers before looking back up. "I was gonna give these to my girlfriend." Suddenly, her face flushed slightly. "Oh, I grabbed funeral flowers for an anniversary!" Most people would have looked mortified, but all she did was laugh and toss the flowers into an empty display vase. "Oh, Ives would have never let me live that down." Shaking her head, she turned back to him. "Say, you seem to know your flowers. Think ya could help a girl out?"

Danny startled at the sudden question, but nevertheless let his eyes wander over the different arrangements. Finally his eyes landed on one that looked really pretty, and had romantic meanings. He gently picked them up and handed them to her. "Here. Red tulips, red chrysanthemums, and daffodils. A great bunch for a serious relationship." She looked over the bouquet thoughtfully before letting a smile stretch her face. 

"Thanks kid! Ivy will love these. Moving the bouquet to one arm, she stuck out her hand. "The name's Harley Quinn. It's nice ta meet 'cha!"

Danny smiled back at her, taking the offered hand and shaking it firmly. "Danny. It's nice to meet you too." 

"Well, I better get going. Don't wanna be late!" With that she hurried down the aisle, stopping by the register to pay for her flowers before swinging out the door with one last friendly wave at him. Danny waved back, watching until she was out of sight of the front window before turning back to his mission.

He was still looking for the illusive last few ingredients when Robin slipped into the shop. Danny didn't notice his presents at first, sorting through different seed packets in hopes of finding the one he was looking for. It was a gentle hand on his arm that told him his companion was back. He didn't turn from where he was looking, but he tilted his head slightly towards Robin. 

"Hey, everything okay?" He asked the teen. Robin was silent for a moment, but didn't feel as tense as he did before.

"Yes. It was merely an… annoyance. Another of my siblings, though they didn't know I was here. They have left now." He looked over Danny's shoulder, observing the packets with a small hum. "Have you found what you needed yet?" 

Danny sighs, finally looking at the vigilante. "No, sadly. This place has no organization system. It's just, 'flowers here, seeds there, and ridiculously strong perfume up front'." He finally finds what he's looking for, holding the bag up with a small 'aha!' "There it is! Now all that's left are the dried poppies, and we should be good to go."

Robin nodded and set about helping Danny dig through the flowers. Sadly, it seemed that the store didn't sell pre-dried flowers. Though they had some luck, after all, because they sold 'do it yourself' kits. Something pretty useful, when they didn't have time to dry the flowers out themselves. Purchasing the kit, along with the seed packet, Danny found himself outside the store a few moments later. He tapped his foot on the sidewalk as he waited for Robin, who claimed he would buy the flowers, but had wanted to look for something himself while they were there. 

The ravenette didn't have to wait too long. He turned as he heard the door open behind him, Robin carrying a bag in one hand while hiding the other hand behind his back. The teen had no problem finding Danny, walking up to him and handing the bag over. Peeking inside, Danny spotted at least three different types of poppies. Including the type that the book listed, so that was cool. "Perfect." He said, looking back up. Robin remained as he was, one arm flat by his side and the other hidden behind his back. 

Tilting his head, Danny gave the teen a curious look. "Is… everything alright?" He asked, worry building up in his chest. 

"Yes. There is nothing wrong." Even with his calming words, Robin still didn't move. He almost seemed… hesitant. As if he were debating something. Before Danny could ask, the teen huffed out a breath and shoved something at Danny's face.

 Bright red filled his vision, blindsided him for a moment. He brought his hand up, closing around a stem as Robin let it go. Pulling the brightly colored plant away from his face, he stared at the soft petals blankly. It took him a moment to realize that Robin had just given him a flower. And not just Amy flower, but a bright red rose. He couldn't help but blush as he remembered the symbolism it provided.

Clearing his throat, Danny kept his eyes diverted as he willed away his blush. "Thank you." He murmured, running his fingers over the soft petals. 

Robin cleared his throat too, ducking his head slightly. "You're welcome." His reply sounded almost… shy, to Danny. A quick glance revealed that Robin was blushing as well, a shade of red that was complemented by his soft caramel skin tone.

The door to the flower shop opened with a loud bell chime, startling both teens out of their bashful trance. "We should get going." Danny said quickly, starting down the sidewalk at a hurried pace. 

"I agree, but the apartment is in the other direction." Robin called out to him. Cheeks coloring a deeper red, Danny turned quickly and sped to Robin's side. 

"Right, yeah. I knew that." He mumbled as they walked. Robin's snort told him the teen found that statement hard to believe. Danny resolves to keep his eyes on the sidewalk ahead of him. He totally doesn't smile when Robin's warm hand slips into his colder one. Nor does he squeeze it back. Yeah, totally didn't happen.

—

Cass ducks her head, embarrassed not about the fact that she had been caught, but the fact that it had happened so soon. 

In front of her stood Alfred. In his hands, a bag. Her bag. The one with the mystery gun in it. 

"I don't suppose you have a good explanation for this, do you?" He phrased it like a question. Both of them knew it wasn't. 

"I have an explanation." She signed to the man. He merely lifted an eyebrow at her. Sighing, she explained everything to him. Damian's weird behavior, the boy Dami was trying to romance, the fact that the gun belonged to him. She told him every detail she knew of. It would do her no good to lie, after all. She could lie to her siblings, to Batman, but she could never lie to Alfred. No one could lie to him. It felt like a cardinal sin to even try.

When she was done, he looked over the bag before letting out a little sigh. "I do not think it wise to lie to everyone else." He told her. She ducked her head again. "But," her eyes shot up, silently urging him to go on. "I suppose, as long as no one is hurt and he is safe, I will not tell Master Bruce." She smiled at him as he handed the bag back to her. "Now, if Master Bruce asks, I will not lie to him." He warned her.

"I wouldn't ask you to." She replied immediately. He smiled at her, giving her shoulder a gentle pat.

"I do believe we have other matters to attend to, don't you think?" He asked after a minute. She gave him a confused look, trying to think about anything. "Even should Master Damian fail in his attempts at 'wooing' this boy, I have no doubt he will wind up here at the manor." He explained. "Would it not be best to go ahead and prepare a room for him?"

Cass thought about it for a moment, letting a slow smile spread across her face. Nodding, she followed Alfred up the stairs, letting him lead her to an empty room. The room beside Damian's, to be specific. 

Whipping out her phone, she texts her brother a simple question, getting a response a few minutes later that made her giggle. Alfred looked over at her curiously, so she showed him the message. Reading over it, he chuckled softly before handing the phone back to her. "I believe that can be arranged." 

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Damian frowned when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out, he quickly read over the message Cain had sent. A bit puzzled, but equally curious, Damian popped his head into the kitchen. Danny looked up from where he was carefully pressing Poppies with an old Phone book.

"What's up?" He asked, turning back to the task at hand when he settled back down again. 

"Do you have any hobbies besides potion brewing and universe hopping?" Damian asked the teen.

He received a surprised noise in response, but no immediate negatives. Instead, Danny looked back up at him curiously. "Uhh, I really like astronomy. Y'know, like the stars and stuff?" Damian nodded and typed a response to Cain's question before settling down across from the teen. 

"Really?" He asked. Danny nodded, a smile working its way onto his face. "Would you tell me more?" If he thought Danny was bright before, he was positively beaming now. In fact, Damian was pretty sure that he was actually glowing, a faint luminous quality about him. 

He spent the next hour listening intently as the teen explained Red Giants to him, enjoying how animated he had become while talking about his passion. 

It was a nice distraction from the fact that they had everything they needed for the potion now. A small part of him had hoped that he might be able to delay a bit longer, but it seemed that it was wishful thinking. 

He pushed all the negative thoughts away, determined to enjoy what time he had left. Even if he was sure that the potion wouldn't affect his feelings, he couldn't help the dread that began to build in his gut. 

Instead, he asked another question about space, focusing solely on the way Danny's fangs reflected the light from his icy blue eyes as he dove into another long-winded explanation about his favorite topic.

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(I know there are probably some misspellings/Grammer mistakes. But it's okay, I tried my best!)

Note; I used Google translate for the endearment 'ruhi'. It means 'Soul' or 'my soul'.

Also, I looked up a flower language dictionary, so I'm sorry if some of the meanings are wrong.

To all the lovely people who wanted to be tagged, as well as the amazing person who made the prompt for this story! :

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[minnieves]

can you do a part two for perv hyuka??? plss TT

pt. 1

you're out with hyuka since he invited you to have lunch with him. you look at him from across the table while he eats his meal. from this close, you can see the faint pattern of freckles in his cheeks that could only be visible like this.

"noona, there's this small garden nearby." he told you, looking at you with his cheeks full. there's this slight pout on his lips when he talks. "do you want to go check it out?"

"sure." you smiled at him.

noona, you laugh in your head. despite the small age gap, he was adamant to call you this way. you thought it was cute of him to respect you like that. but to hyuka, he calls you that to relieve himself of his dirty thoughts of you. that maybe, calling you 'noona' would rid him of his sins of masturbating to the thought of you and many more.

"it's this way!" he told you excitedly. grasping your hand as he leads you towards the gardens. he opened the small gate and queue you in. "after you noona."

"always a gentleman," you commented at his actions. you both scanned the gardens. he was smelling the ones on the ground, while you smell the ones in some tall shelves.

a wide pinkish flower caught your attention. you were wearing a skort (skirt + shorts) so you weren't so keen in bending lower. but this one in particular is making you feel curious. you bend your upper body. making you appear in a tall squatting position as you lean towards it.

you felt someone's presence behind you. you know that it was hyuka since it was only the two of you who's in the small garden.

you hold your breath in when you felt his finger softly trail on your legs. they weren't touching you, just grazing the surface and you thought nothing of it. but it was making your heart beat faster in your chest.

from hyuka's view you look appetizing. he was imagining you naked in that position. maybe you'd be spreading yourself so that he could see you glistening under the sun. he wet his lip to this idea, rolling his eyes. he wanted to press himself on you, but didn't want to offend you. really, he just doesn't want to be caught.

you stumble forward when you gasped. shocked, when his hand landed on the back of your legs. just beside your pussy. it was caressing that area, slightly pulling it away from the center. his touch was light, seemingly unintentional despite how vulgar his action was. his hand immediately grasps you back to his arms so that you wouldn't fall.

"you okay noona?" he asked concerned. his hand is strategically placed just below your breast. massaging the area, lightly grazing the base of it.

"why?" you asked him. looking at his face, only to be met by a confused hyuka. "you touched me."

"there saw some dirt in the area," he told you. his brow frowning upwards and his mouth forming into a pout.

"what?" you asked confused. you know that there was no dirt there, but you want hyuka to admit it himself. "hyuka, you shouldn't lie to noona like that."

"does my action upset you?" he asked you.

"no, i just want to know." you told him, removing yourself from him caging you in his embrace. you gave yourself a light pat all over to remove this 'dirt'.

hyuka tilted his head. thinking that it was a missed opportunity to pat you. to feel your skin on him. he moved towards you, cupping your face in one hand.

"i just miss feeling your touch noona," he told you. kissing your cheeks softly.

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt suggestive #txt scenarios #txt imagines #hueningkai scenarios #hueningkai smut #huening kai smut #hueningkai #huening kai

[goldenchunkycat]

Do you ever read a story and cringe so hard that you shut your laptop, and then kinda feel bad for it ? That’s what just happened…

I stumbled across a very bad story probably written by a 11 yo (I’m sorry TT), I’m shivering…

#golden’s playing #ateez x reader #atwow x reader #stray kids x reader #enhypen x reader #quotev scares me #but it has very good Harry Potter ffs

[talltoontales]

MARCH Monthly Archive/ APRIL Update

Well, March was a better month for my writing, at least. Threw in two extra stories, so now I'm up by three weeks, and only had one story last month that I absolutely did not like. I'm also taking a few more days when writing some stories, and I feel like the quality has improved because of it.

On the more positive side, I blew up outta nowhere last month. Mostly on Tumblr, but Reddit showed me a little love too, and I gotta say it really made my month. I was just goofin' off at work when I saw a notice on my phone, and now there's definitely a video of me dancing like a kid on the security cameras. So thanks for that!

I'd also like to shout out to @agirlandherquill (Tumblr) & @kentuckyhobbit (Tumblr) for being my first followers! I hope you both enjoy the ride!

I'm also doing a new thing with these archive posts where I give you my "Best Foot Forward" story. Basically, if you had to read one story from me last month, the BFF would be it.

That being said, let's get to the archive:

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S10/Wk-10: Ruth-Less

Stated Writing: 03/07 Prompt: Your house is haunted by a ghost, and, upset it can't scare you out, you find it trying to be passive-aggressive now. Prompt By: u/NinjaProfessional823 (Reddit)

S11/Wk-11: Blinded Light

Stated Writing: 03/10 Prompt: "You don't even know what's out there!" Prompt By: @seaside-writings (Tumblr)

S12/Wk-11: Scale-Bound [BFF]

Stated Writing: 03/13 Prompt: You are a mighty dragon king, the strongest magical being. You're determined to conquer the world, but a hero turned you into a cute small dragon. Now, you are looking for a human girl to help you get strong again and dominate the world. Prompt By: u/basafish (Reddit)

S13/Wk-12: ToonMan #4 Vortech: Clog in the Machine

Stated Writing: 03/21 Prompt: "You called me." / "And you really came." Prompt By: @creativepromptsforwriting (Tumblr)

S14/Wk-13: Pandora's Box

Stated Writing: 03/26 Prompt: A mundane and antiquated sub-agency in the US Government was the 1st to stumble across AGI. An internal investigation determined a press release unnecessary. Unaware of the power they control, 12 bureaucrats are assembled to determine the policy and implementation of their new tool. Prompt By: No-assistance1503 (Reddit)

S15/Wk-13: Kung Fu Panda 4 Rewrite

Stated Writing: 03/29 Prompt: Kung Fu Panda 4 felt a little lacking, wanted to try my hand at maybe making it better. Prompt By: Me (ToonMan)

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Previous "Best Foot Forward" Stories:

JAN [S4/Wk-02]: ToonMan #1: Comical Crime Fighter

Started Writing: 01/12 Prompt: You have the superpower of slapstick comedy. Prompt By: u/Paper_Shotgun (Reddit)

FEB [S9/WK-05]: Not Enough Time

Started Writing: 02/02 Prompt: [TT] Theme Thursday - Exhaustion Prompt By: u/AliciaWrites (Reddit)

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Looking back, March was actually a pretty solid month. Let's see if I can keep it up going into April.

Stay safe, drink plenty of water, and be kind to yourself and others!

ToonMan, AWAY!

#writing blog #blog #journal #writing #creative writing #writing prompts #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #short stories #writers #3 out of 12 complete #still haven't missed a week #THANK YOU ALL FOR READING!

[robinrites]

Day 16: Scarecrow

Happy Day 16 of Whumptober!

Day 16 Prompts: No Way Out, Mind Control, Paralytic Drugs, No One’s Coming

TW: Non-consensual drug use and sensory deprivation

Word Count: 2717

Summary: Jason Todd has been helping Jonathan Crane slowly take over Gotham as Red Hood. What happens when he finally comes to his senses and wants to go back to being one of the good guys?

“So you’re not mad?” Jason asked as he picked up a new inhaler off the table in front of him. 

“Me? Mad? What would I be mad about dear boy?” Jonathan Crane replied as he eyed the inhaler in Jason’s hand with bated breath. “That you went behind my back and started distributing before I- before we were ready?” He laughs, shaking his head, “No, no I think it was a good thing that you did it.” 

Jason nods, then takes a puff from the inhaler. When the effects don’t instantly kick in, he raises an eyebrow and takes a second hit. Dizziness takes over as he begins to feel weak on his feet. “What-what was in that inhaler?” He stumbles forward, only to be caught in Crane’s arms

“Tt, oh my dear boy, this is what happens when you don’t follow orders.” Jason’s head drops, his eyelids grow heavier and heavier until he finds himself fast asleep. 

Jason wakes up, hours later, only semi-aware of what is happening currently. His half-open eyes stare at his wrists, which he notices are bound to the arms of the chair he’s in with duct tape. He forces himself to look up, using all the strength he thinks himself capable of at the moment, to see Crane working at the table in front of him. He turns, as if some second sense told him Jason was awake, and smiles. Crane kneels in front of Jason and holds his chin up, something Jason is grateful for as he doesn’t think he could keep holding it up for much longer. 

“Wh-whadyou give me?” He mummers, fighting to stay conscious. 

“Just a little something to remind you who’s in charge here.” Crane lets go of Jason’s chin, then stands up to grab something off the table. A needle catches Jason’s eye as Crane kneels in front of him again, rolling up his sleeve. 

“What’s in that?” Panic lines his voice as he tries to pull his arm away, despite it feeling like it’s lined with lead. 

“That is for me to know.” Crane plunges the needle into Jason’s upper arm and when he pulls it out, he ignores the blood pooling at the injection site. A blank look takes over Jason’s face as what Crane injected starts to kick in. His first test run of a mind control serum, and who better to test it on then someone who won’t be missed? “Jason?” 

Jason looks at Crane blankly, “Yes sir?” 

“Good.” Crane smiles and cuts away the tape from around Jason’s wrists. “Now, if my math is correct- which it is- the serum should wear off in about two hours, which gives us plenty of time to test it. I want you to-” An explosion sounds off from across the warehouse, which makes Crane jump. He runs over to the window to see all the Titans march in, before he darts back to Jason. “Change in plans, distract the Titans while I get out of here, then meet me at the Water Treatment Facility, got it?” 

Jason nods, then stands up and heads towards the door, grabbing his guns on the way. Jonathan allows himself to watch the first few minutes of the fight as his mindless soldier works his way through the Titans with more efficacy than usual. Has he been holding back? He can’t help but wonder as he watches him work. A second explosion reminds him that he should be running instead of watching from the sides, so he quickly sets about grabbing all the important documents he thinks he’ll need, then runs out the back door. 

When Jason comes to hours later, the first thing he notices is the blood on his hands. His knuckles are bruised and bloodied, but some part of him suspects most of the blood isn’t his. He then notices his wrists are bound to a chair again. Jason looks around and realizes this isn’t the same warehouse he and Crane were in before. Speak of the devil, where is he- A laugh echoes from across the warehouse as Crane steps into the light. 

“Oh that went wonderfully!” He claps as he gets closer to Jason. “Wouldn’t you say so?” 

“What did you do?” Jason furrows his brows, pulling on his bindings as he does so. 

Jonathan laughs again, “I didn’t do anything, the question you should be asking is, ‘what did Jason Todd do?’” Jason tries to remember anything from the past few hours, but all that is in his head is a blank slate. Nothingness. “Oh! I wish I had it on camera for you! The way you worked through those Titans, I mean wow! Are you sure you weren’t a trained killer in a past life?” Panic flashes across Jason’s face, prompting Crane to laugh again. “Tt, you didn’t kill anyone if that’s what you’re worried about. But you did get some fantastic hits in.” 

Crane turns to the worktable behind him, fidgeting with something Jason can’t see. Then he walks around behind Jason and wheels a stand next to him. His heart drops when he realizes what it is, an IV pole. Crane rushes back to the first table and grabs a bag full of a weird, off-color liquid. 

“What’s in that?” Jason’s heart picks up as Crane begins to set up the stand beside Jason. 

Crane hangs the bag up and attaches a tube to the bottom before he turns to look at Jason again. “Good boys get to go out and fight crime and be the savior of Gotham. You tried to pull the rug out from underneath me and start distributing our products early. I can’t have that.” Crane grabs another rolling tray, with various medical devices on top. “And you’ve been holding out on me.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” 

“Uh uh uh.” Crane puts a finger in front of Jason’s mouth, cutting him off. “I saw the way you fought in the warehouse. You’ve been pulling your punches haven’t you?” Jason’s head drops as he internally curses himself. “See, all it took was a little mind control serum and I could tell. Gotham could’ve been ours by now Jason!” Jason flinches, and despite his best efforts he can’t get himself to stop shaking. 

“Why would I pull my punches? Fuck the Titans-” 

Crane slaps him across the face. “DON’T LIE TO ME!” He shouts, getting up in Jason’s face. He leans back and takes a deep breath, smoothing down his shirt. “Sorry. I got carried away. But, regardless of what you have or haven’t been doing, you still disobeyed me. You know what happens to kids who disobey?” 

“I’m not you’re fucking kid Crane!” Jason scoffs, “Let me go and we’ll settle this like adults. Unless you’re scared to-” 

Crane slaps him again. “They get time out Jason. That’s all you had to say.” He shakes his head as he grabs a pair of medical gloves and slides them on. “But, since you decided to keep back-talking, I’ll have to extend your punishment a little bit, maybe alter it too.” He grabs the needle and pushes it into Jason’s inner arm near his elbow. He then uses it to get the IV running into his arm, flooding Jason’s system with drugs. 

“In the interest of transparency, something you’ve been lacking in, I’ll tell you what’s in this glorious concoction, sound fair? Some fear toxin, sugammadex to keep you from squirming, some water and other various medicines to keep you alive, along with some other various things I managed to steal from a nearby medical facility.” Jason’s head begins to slowly drop as the drugs begin to do their work on his system. Crane reappears in Jason’s field of view with three more blurry items. He quickly gags Jason with one rag, then blindfolds him with the other. He goes to set noise-canceling headphones over his ears, but pauses briefly. “See you in a week.” 

Jason whimpers as the headphones settle in place over his ears, the lack of noise reminding him of when Slade had him. He wants to yell after Crane, tell him that he’s sorry and he’ll do better this time, but his mouth refuses to open. Jason focuses his strength on trying to shake the headphones free but fails to even move his head, let alone get them to budge. He wants to cry, to scream for help, but his eyelids feel so heavy and sleep sounds so nice…

He dreams of falling. He watches as his hand slips from Dick’s grasp. Jason watches the building speed by until he hits the ground. Conner doesn’t catch him, no one miraculously appears to save him. Jason feels every bone in his body break before his heart stops. 

He wakes up in a cold sweat, or at least he thinks he’s awake. The headphones are removed from his head, followed by the blindfold. Dick has come to save him. Jason can’t help but smile when he sees his savior. That smile quickly drops when he realizes that Dick is frowning. 

“Dick! Thank god you’re here…. What’s wrong?” 

“You betrayed us dammit!” Dick yells, slamming his fist into the table next to them. “We trusted you, took you in as one of our own and for what?” 

“N-no Dick you don’t get it!” Jason stutters out, his body shaking, “Crane was manipulating me! I didn’t know what I was doing, I wasn’t in control I swear!” Jason waits for him to answer, but Dick stays silent, his back turned to Jason. “You, you believe me, right?” 

“You killed Hank.” Dick spits out, turning as he says it. “You killed my brother!” Before Jason can even register it, Dick’s hands are around his throat, choking him. 

“I’m sorry Dick!” Jason sobs between gasping for air. “Being brought back from the dead fucked me up! That’s no excuse but please you’ve gotta believe me!” 

“Oh I believe you alright.” Dick growls, “I believe that you’re a liar, and a thief, and a murderer. I bet you killed your own mother, didn’t you?” 

Tears prick at the corner of Jason’s eyes, “You don’t mean that.” 

“Who was next huh? Me? Bruce? You’re nothing without either of us behind you and you know it.” A gun appears in Dick’s hand, “It’s time I finished the job the Joker started, wouldn’t you agree?” 

The gun goes off with a bang, sending Jason spiraling down a black hole, where he falls and falls and falls, unsure of where the bottom is or if he’ll ever hit it. 

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“Alright team, sources say Red Hood should be in here.” Dick says to the team as they stand in front of the third warehouse this week alone. 

“What if he’s not?” Gar asks, “We got Scarecrow a week ago, who’s to say Jason didn’t just get scared and leave town?” 

“Crane said Jason was still in town.” Dick informs him, trying not to betray any of the anxiety he’s currently feeling in regards to confronting his brother. “He can’t just try to go off the radar and hope we’ll forget about this. He needs to face consequences. Now are we ready?” The Team nods, following Dick’s lead as he kicks the door in. “Don’t let your guard down. Gar, Conner, and Rachel, you guys take the second story, Donna, Kory and I’ll check the ground floor.” 

The Titans all nod, before splitting up and heading towards their assigned areas. Dick motions for Donna to take the left side and Kory take the right while he works through the middle. He pulls his two escrima sticks off his back as he slowly makes his way through the vast warehouse. He reaches the middle, a wide-open lab space and almost drops his weapons when he notices the hostage sitting in the middle of the lab. 

“Fuck.” He whispers to himself. Dick briefly considers alerting the team, but upon remembering Red Hood could be in the warehouse, he decides against it. Best to avoid conflict when dealing with hostages. 

He takes in the nearly empty IV bag, coupled with an empty one sitting discarded on a nearby table. Green liquid runs from the bag into the hostage’s arm, filling them with some nasty concoction of the Red Hood’s making. They are bound to the chair by their wrists and ankles and are gagged, blindfolded and have what looks to be noise-canceling headphones tightly fitted over their ears. First things first, get those headphone’s off so they don’t freak out when I touch them, Dick thinks to himself as he cautiously approaches the hostage, mentally preparing for any booby traps. He carefully slides the headphones off, causing the hostage to flinch, probably from the sudden touch. 

“Hey,” Dick whispers, knowing that depending on how long the headphones were on, they could not be used to the noise. They shake as they hear his voice, “I’m one of the good guys. You’re safe now.” Dick frowns when he realizes this does nothing to quell the shaking. “I’m going to leave the blindfold on, I don’t want to hurt your eyes, but I can take the gag out so we can talk okay?” They don’t do anything to let Dick know they’ve heard him, so he takes the gag out anyways. 

“J-just shoot me already,” His hoarse voice spits out, “I know how this goes.” 

“Woah!” Dick jumps back in shock, “I don’t know what the hell happened to you but that’s not how things go here, like I said, I’m one of the good guys. I’m not gonna shoot you-” Realization dawns across Dick as he recognizes the voice. “Holy shit. Jason?” 

“N-no need to pretend.” Jason shakes out, “I know how this scenario ends.” His head drops, “Can you please- please just get it over with.” 

“Scenario? I don’t know what you’re talking about-” Dick’s eyes fall upon the IV again, “Do you know what’s in the IV?” 

Jason hoarsley laughs, “That’s a new one.” 

“Jason, this is real. I’m real.” Dick grabs his arm gently, ignoring the flinch from Jason. 

“You know what’s in here.” Jason’s voice chokes as tears well up in his eyes. “Fear toxin, some other shit-stuff. Can you just shoot me so I can go back to sleep? Please?” 

Dick shakes his head, even though he knows Jason can’t see it. “You can sleep now.” He waits a few seconds, and when Jason doesn’t respond, he continues to work on freeing him. Dick gently pulls the IV out of his arm, cursing himself silently when he realizes there are no bandages present. As he’s cutting the bindings off of Jason with a batarang, Donna and Kory appear behind him, making him jump. 

“Holy shit.” Kory exclaims, looking at the man before them. “Red Hood’s taking hostages again?” 

Dick shakes his head and turns back at Kory and Donna briefly. “Scarecrow did this. It’s Jason, we gotta get him out of here.” 

“What the fuck do you mean ‘it’s Jason’?” Donna asks as she continues to watch Dick cut the restraints off of him. 

“I mean Scarecrow left Jason here to die.” The last piece of duct tape snaps free, resulting in Jason tumbling forward into Dick’s arms. “I don’t know how long he’s been blindfolded, so I don’t want to remove it and hurt his eyes.” Dick scoops Jason into his arms and carefully stands up. “God he weighs nothing.” He begins to walk towards the main door, only for Kory and Donna to step in his way. 

“Dick this could be a trap.” Kory points out, crossing her arms. “How do you know he wasn’t planted here? They could’ve known we were coming!” 

“He asked me to shoot him, Kory.” Dick looks down at his brother in his arms. “I don’t think this was planned. I don’t want to fight you guys, but he’s hurt and needs help.” 

“Fine.” Donna says as she and Kory step out of his way, “But he’s getting handcuffed to the bed until we sort this all out.” Dick wants to argue, but bites his tongue in favor of getting him to the car. All that matters is making sure Jason is okay.

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