#i'm just getting such a kick out of imagining him being all flustered but trying to hide it by acting tough and lowkey mean

[puccafangirl]

Although I said there aren't very many, portraying Mr. Snake as a tsundere in any x Reader fics involving him is too perfect cause his character just has tsundere written all over him. 😊

#i'm just getting such a kick out of imagining him being all flustered but trying to hide it by acting tough and lowkey mean #but obviously not to hurt the reader but to avoid/hide it AHHHH IT'D JUST BE SO CUTE <//D #i'm having too much fun with all these self-insert scenarios involving him help #mr snake #the bad guys #mr. snake #dreamworks #dreamworks the bad guys #the bad guys dreamworks #personal

[ddejavvu]

i imagine eddie working out in his room like doing push-ups, pulls ups, AND he’s shirtless😭😭but he’s doing it secretly and reader walk into his room and he gets all flustered and embarrassed but reader thinks it’s the hottest things she’s ever seen GOD

this post is 18+, minors dni.

If you had to guess, you'd say that Eddie is a little bit insecure. Not that he should be, you like him just the way he is, but you're friends with some of Hawkins' athletes, and at times Lucas seems to have bigger arms than your boyfriend does.

It doesn't bother you, but you think it might bother him a little. He starts wearing longer sleeves instead of his worn out muscle tanks, and you miss being able to stick your greedy fingers through the gaped sleeves to grab at his stomach. He's also started dissuading you from looking under his bed, which you think is suspicious because you already know about the porn magazines under there. Whatever he's hiding must be worse, and you're a little nervous to tell the truth. You have half a mind to ask Wayne if he's noticed anything odd lately, but you don't get the chance to because he's already gone for work by the time you get to Eddie's trailer for the day.

Eddie had said he was busy with work, so you assume he's halfway across town with sixteen pizzas in the back of his van to deliver. You decide to check beneath his bed, at the risk of ruining a possible birthday surprise, and you trek towards his bedroom with worry set low in your stomach.

His door is closed; that's an even worse sign. He doesn't have anything to hide from you or Wayne, you both know about his less-than-conventional 'side job'. When you twist the knob it opens, but slams into something hard, and you hear a familiar voice hiss 'ouch!'.

You rush into the small gap that you'd made with the door, finding Eddie on his hands and knees on the carpet. He's wearing a tank and his gym shorts, showing off his slightly trembling arms as he stumbles to his feet.

"What-" He grunts, eyes blown wide in panic, cheeks colored from exhaustion, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" You counter, eyeing him up and piecing clues together, "Were you working out?"

"No!" He snaps, chest heaving with both adrenaline from being caught, and fatigue from his exercise, "I'm- I was just cleaning my room."

There's something undeniably attractive about his look right now. Frizzy hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, red cheeks, shaky limbs, and chest heaving.

"On the floor," You narrow your eyes, "Sweaty and shaking?"

"I- That's not... yes." He doubles down with a huff, "I'm trying to get gum off of my carpet. It's hard work."

"Gum," You repeat, and he nods stiffly, "Oh, shut up."

He rears his head backwards in slight shock at your tone, but you don't give him the chance to process it before you're lunging for him. You feel like jumping him, and maybe that's what you're doing as you push him back towards his bed, your mouth firmly over his own. He lets out a muffled cry into the kiss as he falls backwards, bouncing on the mattress while you kick a foot beneath the bed.

The arch of your foot hits weights, and everything makes sense.

"Fuck," You hiss, crawling over top of him on the bed. He's looking half bewildered and half aroused, already chubbing up in his workout gear, "You've been working out?"

"Yeah," He finally admits, voice and breath shaky together, "I- I just thought that it might be nice to get a little bigger. Like- my arms, my- my muscles."

He seems mortified admitting it, but your thumb is already slipping beneath the hem of his tank top, brushing along his bare stomach. He shivers at the contact, and you dip down to kiss him again.

"That's hot," You decide, both thumbs now stroking at his waistline. His hips stutter, jerking up into your grip when you hit a particularly sensitive spot, and his breath hitches into the kiss that you press to his lips.

"Really?" He asks, lips already spit-slicked.

You nod, kissing his jaw, "Totally. Can I watch?"

He laughs, a sharp, breathy sound, "Babe- mm, fuck," You nip lightly at his neck, kissing the mark after, "You can watch me work out every day if you're gonna maul me like this."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut

[cherrychilli]

Minors DNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, P in V sex, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, public sex

Consider this: being Steve's "shy" girlfriend, all demure and unassuming to everyone else but that's not what you're really like. You're very much the opposite. Confident and just a little shameless when you're alone with Steve because he's the only one you feel completely comfortable with (not to mention he's the only one who makes you feel like a horny mess) But Steve's a sweetheart and a gentleman(and more than a little oblivious). Or at least he's trying to be but you make it nearly impossible for him to remain respectable with your many "subtle" advances.

Imagine testing his limits on a cute picnic date in a secluded little grassy clearing. The wind blowing up your pretty little sundress on occasion and you doing absolutely nothing to conceal your white lacy panties from his view as he's knelt down across from you, busy trying to set down a blanket. Of course he looks, eyes reflexively locking between your legs whenever your skirt billows out but he averts his gaze after a few seconds, mentally reminding himself that he shouldn't be ogling a sweet innocent thing like you.

You're pleased with the knowledge that a little glimpse of your underwear is enough to make his face flush the most adorable shade of red and render him a flustered, fumbling mess as he struggles to set up. But it isn't enough. You want to be held. touched. tasted. fucked.

You kneel facing Steve before bending over to pat the blanket down, appearing to be helpful. This time he can see right down the front of your low cut dress. No bra and one strap slipping down your shoulder. You peer up at him through your lashes, glossy lips stretching into a coy smile that ends up going unnoticed because he's taking in the sight of your necklace, the one he gifted you on your last date, glinting and dangling between your breasts. You're hoping it's enough to make him cave and meet you in the middle of the blanket. Make him inch closer until you can slant your lips over his but you're left wanting again when he pulls away, clearing his throat as he tries to occupy himself with the contents of the basket you packed for your trip and shield his growing boner.

You don't let it deter you for too long, intent on making it as hard as possible for your boyfriend to resist you much longer.

You try anything and everything to get the blood pumping straight to his cock, even if it seems a little ridiculous because it's just so much fun. You purposely let some of your water spill over the front of your dress so your nipples harden and show through the fabric, laughing it off with faux embarrassment when you exclaim, "oh no, I'm all wet!" and smirk to yourself with satisfaction when Steve chokes on his own water in response.

You follow that up later by letting your hands wander to dust the crumbs off Steve's thigh, intentionally skimming close to his crotch but its when you lick a stray dollop of jam off his finger that you can tell he's nearing his limit.

"Mm! Steve that tastes so good" you draw out in a tone that borders on lewd and he can't help it when he feels his cock kick up in response underneath his jeans.

"Picked a pretty great spot, didn't we?", he quickly attempts to distract himself with an abrupt change of topic but you sense another opportunity and reply just as quickly, "I know! it's so private, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd prefer it because I know you don't like crowds", he replies a little weakly, throat starting to feel raw from all his nervous swallowing.

You smile softly at his thoughtful comment but continue with your plan to wear him down. "I love it! No one around to intrude or...interrupt. Just the two of us".

You shift beside him, encouraging his eyeline to fall on your cleavage again.

"Uh...yeah" he replies distractedly, eyes fixed exactly where you wanted them.

"Not like that time at the movies", you remind him, referring to the group of girls sat behind you two last week who talked over the movie and kicked at the back of your seats.

"Out here there's no one around to bother. We can make as much noise as we like", you raise your eyebrows at him.

He feels overheated despite the summer breeze blowing and he can't help but wondering if you realize how suggestive you sound right now. It's taking every bit of his resolve not to pull your dress down and have you laid out beneath him on the checkered blanket. He bites down on the inside of his cheek, failing to suppress the image of those lace trimmed panties around your ankle and your head thrown back as you puff and pant at the way he's stretching you open.

You sigh, it was fun teasing him and playing your little games but you can't ignore the wet heat pooling in your panties any longer. Dropping the façade, you straddle his lap and place both of your palms on either side of Steve's face, trapping his gaze with your own. He says nothing, only staring up at you with widened eyes, too taken aback by your sudden reaction.

"Stevie, do you like me?" you ask frankly.

"wh- of course!" he blurts out a little louder than he'd intended.

"Do you find me attractive?", you already know the answer to that given the obvious bulge you're currently sat on but you ask it more so in an effort to help him from holding back any longer.

"Baby, I think you're beautiful", he replies truthfully.

You smile down at him fondly and then with the same sweet expression you remove your hands from his face to pick up your skirt, giving him a clear and up close view of your underwear, material now translucent with your slick and staining the front of his jeans.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

He feels as if he might flatline. Having his sweet girl perched in his lap all wet and needy for him out here in the open, practically throwing herself at him all afternoon. Why the fuck hadn't he realized sooner?

"Yes- fuck, yes", he strains.

You let your skirt drop to wrap your arms around his neck, lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,

"Good. Because I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now"

***

Rays of sunlight filter through the overhead trees down on to your exposed tits while Steve lifts the skirt of your dress up so he can watch his cock sink into your cunt with every frenzied bounce you can muster. He bunches the material in his hands, palms settling around your waist to force you down his length harder.

"Stevie, oh fuck- promise you wont make me wait this long again?" you mewl out, between choked sobs.

"Fuck, baby I promise", he grits out, lost to the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him and the sight of your cream coating his cock.

"You going to give it to me when I need it?", you whimper out desperately.

"Yes, angel- shit- I'm going to give it to you just how you need it, whenever you need it"

(I realize I wrote Steve as more reserved than I usually write him but there's just something about a flustered Steve that makes me want to ride the absolute fuck out of him)

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

[baby-beelzeburger]

I feel like I've seen a hc that Mammon calls Mc treasure and I love that, but what if it were the other way around? What if Mc called him treasure? Like, can you imagine? He would be absolutely elated.

Thinking about the first time Mc ever called him that. Like they walked into the dining hall for breakfast and as they passed by his seat, they kissed his forehead and said "good mornin', my treasure" like it was the most casual thing.

I think it would make him short circuit at first. He would just not know what to do at all. Like, you could practically see the steam blowing out of his ears. The cogs turning in his brain as he tried to process. He would realize eventually that he's been sitting there looking stupid, and would shake himself out of his stupor to cover up how flustered he was getting.

Then, he would realize exactly what you said, and he would be ecstatic. His face would light up with the biggest grin, eyes sparkling like a coin that caught the light a certain way. He'd look so smug as he glanced over at the others, saying "Hear that? I'm their treasure" and the others would roll their eyes, or not really even care. But Mammon would wear that nickname with pride. To the point that his brothers are begging you to stop calling him that, cause his ego is now too inflated. And he won't shut up about it.

Once he heard it once though, it was over for him, and for you. He'd start trying to coax the nickname out of you, hinting that he wanted you to say it again. Usually nothing subtle, even though he probably thinks he's being sneaky. And whether you play along, or tease him a little (Actually, do tease him. He would love that- despite his insistence that you stop) He gets the goofiest grin every time he finally gets you to say it. And everytime he remembers you saying it, too. He's straight up kicking his feet and twirling his hair over getting called treasure and its ridiculous. But its ridiculously adorable.

#obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #hes so babygirl i love him

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Lunch Break

Summary: You give your man a naughty call during your lunch break.

Pairing: Jack Thurlow x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Content Warnings: Pure Smut Bomb 18+!, Heavy On The Mommy Kink Again, Petnames, Phone Sex, Two Horny Idiots Being In Love, Mutual Masturbation, Public Masturbation (Ma'am, this is a KFC parking lot…🤨), Edging, Orgasm Denial, Crying, Praise Kink

A/N: Ofc, this is for all of you but specifically for @crypticsewerslut . Thank you so much for taking the time analyzing my birth chart🖤🖤

Tagging the horny horde:

@quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @bvg-w1res @milsthouqhts @amayalul @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste

When I say kinky I don't mean curls

When I say give me, I mean the world

When I say baby you bite your lip

I know exactly where you get your kicks

-Mommy Issues by Cloudy June

With the screen of your phone pressed closely to your face the dial tone filled your ear yet again.

"C'mon, pick up, Jack." You groaned under your breath, your hand flat against your stomach as you shoved your fingers past the waistband of your yoga pants, down to your slip.

Your eyes searched the broad parking lot with care, scanning the concrete premises for other people, possibly coming a bit too close to your car that was parked in the corner, far enough from the busy entrance of a goddamn KFC of all places.

"Thurlow?" His voice sounded through the speaker.

"Hey, babe, are you editing right now?" You asked, breathing a bit shakily.

"Oh, hi! Yeah, the deadline is actually giving me a headache by now. But what's up with you?" The sound of the mouse clicking in the background audible as he asked.

"Do you want straight facts?"

"Hit me with 'em, love." He chuckled at the other end of the line, absolutely innocent and severely unprepared for what was about to come.

"Okay, so, I might just be sitting in my car on my lunch break, parked in a KFC parking lot while I'm fucking horny." It cascaded out of your mouth in a wash of words.

"Fuck…", Jack inhaled sharply, "What are we gonna do about that, mommy?"

The word hit you exactly where he wanted it to and he knew.

"Fuck, indeed.", You subconsciously sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, "I thought, maybe, you could be a good boy for me and help me out with that if you're feeling like it."

"Oh, absolutely, any time, you know that. How can I be a good boy for you right now?" He asked, leaning back in his office chair that was softly creaking in the background.

"You have no idea how much I want to touch you right now if I just could, Jack." You rambled, closing your eyes and fully committing to the situation, the tips of your fingers slipping past the fabric of your panties, "How about you take a little break from editing and touch yourself a bit while telling me what you'd want me to do to you?"

"Damn, mommy. You know how nervous and embarrassed I get about that. Really?" His voice turned breathy, a little tremble in his tone indicating him getting indeed flustered about it.

"I know you can do it, babe. Don't be shy and tell mommy how you want her to touch you." A low moan escaped your mouth as your fingers parted your wet folds in a gentle stroke, working towards your throbbing clit before you slowly started to finger-fuck yourself.

"Okay, I-I'll try to, hold on." Jack's hand reached down to unbutton his jeans, shakily pulling down the zipper and snaking his fingers down his shorts.

At touching himself, a low hiss fell from his lips that went right through you as you imagined how he sat in front of his desktop, leaning back in his chair and jerking himself off while trying to come up with whole sentences.

"Fuck…", Jack whimpered into the mic as he wrapped his hand around his twitching, hard cock, stroking himself gently, "I…I'd like you to kiss me, maybe bite into my neck a little."

"That's cute. What else, babe?" A wide smile played around your mouth whilst you slid down in the driver's seat, slowly but steadily letting go of your slightly anxious composure.

"Please, you know I can't." He sighed with a whiny voice.

"C'mon, I'm sure you can, Jack, use your big boy words for me." You choked back a moan drawing tight circles around your clit.

"Good god.", He groaned a little desperate, "I'd ask you if I could eat you out, mommy. You know how much I love to worship your pretty pussy."

"See? You're such a good boy for me right now. Was it really that hard?" Your imagination was filled with picturing Jack, his cheeks flushed with red in embarrassment.

"Yes, actually." He mewled into the mic and it made you laugh out a little.

"You're so cute when you are all embarrassed and needy, Jack. Now go on." By now it got gradually harder to form a coherent thought, the tightening coil of arousal in your body drawing in all the attention.

"You're mean, mommy." Jack sniffled, the shame and embarrassment being just too much, causing tears to form on the corners of his eyes.

"I know, babe, I know and I'm sorry but I'm so sure that you can push through that, don't you?" Your voice was soft, trying to calm him down, talking him through this a little.

"I don't know. It's so embarrassing." Jack tried to hold back the tears but it was to no use, they ran down his flushed cheeks in a thin, hot stream.

"Just a tiny little bit more for me, okay? I'm almost there…" You gently tried to push him past this limit, knowing that you'd give him all the kisses and aftercare in the world the second you ended your workday.

"O-Okay…I…I..", His breathing hitched as you heard how he picked up the pace, fitting his cock faster and harder, "I want you to fuck me so so bad, mommy."

"I will, babe. You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you…oh, fuck!" In an explosive rush of bliss your brain short-circuited and a deep moan echoed through the inside of your car as you came with your hand down your yoga pants.

Trying to hold down your convulsing composure, you pushed your back into the seat, breathing heavily.

"Stop." You stated bluntly into the phone.

"What?!?" Jack whimpered in confusion.

"I want you to stop, Jack. You're not going to cum now." You slowly pulled your hand back and wiped your fingers on the fabric of the seat.

"No, please, please, mommy. Pretty please." He begged and yet you heard how he let go of his cock, the pre-cum covered tip slapping against his stomach with a wet thud.

"I know, I know but I want you to keep that hard on until I get off work, babe. I want you to edge yourself until I'm back home and then I'm gonna ride you on that office chair until we both are sore. I promise." With that you pulled the phone from your ear and ended the call.

Still trying to catch your breath, you looked at the clock and noticed that you had to get back to work right about now. You were running late already.

#rory culkin #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow smut #jack thurlow × you #jack thurlow x fem!reader #jack thurlow #jack goes home

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Extra Foam, Double Shot.

Summary: CoffeeShop!AU. Jason has been working at your Cafe for about 6 months now and boyoboy is he a flirt. Sure, he gets you great tips, but when he turns it on you, you can't help but feel like he's still putting it on.

CoWorker!Reader x Jason Todd

2.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+Only, AU!CoffeeShop, teasing, banter, No vigilantes in Gotham, swearing, flirting at work.

"Jay," you call, a jug of milk in your hand while you try to juggle the 3 types of syrup this woman wants, "dude why are you late? And so sweaty?"

"Got side tracked at the gym. Give me a sec to change and I'll be right out."

"Make it quick. Margo can't handle the register on her own."

"Yes boss." Jason disappears into the back room, blowing you a kiss on his way.

"Asshole." You whisper to yourself.

"Heard that."

The day whizzes by in a rush. Fuck it's so busy. The convention downtown is in full swing this year and it seems every man and their side kick is going. Except you. Instead you're stuck inside this block of glass and concrete with the most annoying man who ever lived and he won't stop being sweet to you and it doesn't make any sense. He’s sweet, sure, but he’s like that with everyone, but when you’re alone, when you stop and think about it for some reason, it makes you feel special.

"Lunch rush, here they come," Jason nods towards the crowd at the door.

"Dude, the whole days been a rush."

"True, maybe you need some time to cool off."

"What? I can't take a break now."

“I know a way we can relax you quickly."

"You.. we.. " you shake your head, focusing on replacing the cups, "the ahh."

"You're so fuckin cute when you're flustered." He smirks, leaning over to grab a jug that nearly collided with your head, "just don't hurt yourself," he leans down, "I'd really hate to play doctors."

"Doctors? Really? Didn't you drop out of medical school?" You whisper, finally finding your voice.

"Oh," he places his hand over his heart, "you wound me."

"Do more than bloody wound you."

"That a promise?" Jason's voice low and right in your ear.

"Yes. Now move so I can get off." You pause, "off the floor I mean."

"Of course," he holds out a hand for you, smiling when you take it and pulling you close, "I'd love to help you get off."

"Right," you roll your eyes, "someone's waiting for you." You flick your head towards the register.

"They can wait."

"Jason dear!" Mrs McGullan calls from her spot at the counter, twinkling her fingers at him. "You're looking so handsome today."

"Off you go." You start to prepare her regular order while Jason heads over to her. Watching the ease at which he and this 70 year old woman flirt. You admire his skill at sweet talking the customers, but it does sometimes, make it feel like he's just- like he doesn't mean it with you either.

"So when's the wedding?" You ask when he comes to grab Mrs Mcgullan’s coffee.

"We're thinking late fall." He jokes, " what's with the face?"

"What face?"

"See something green in your eyes there."

"You're imagining it."

"I'm always imagining you." He smirks, his eyes flicking up and down before he turns away.

XxX

"That's the last one, want me to lock the doors?" Jason asks, as the couple closes the door behind them.

"You can head home, I'll lock up."

"I was late. Least I can do is help clean."

"Fine, just let Margo and Dane get out the door. Then whatever. I'm going to start clearing the tables."

"Dane already left and-"

"Bye besties! See you Tuesday!" Margo smiles, throwing her handbag over her shoulder.

"There goes Margo." Jason grabs the keys, locking the front door and pulling the blinds down. "Now you've got me all alone, what are you going to do with me?" He smirks, leaning into the table your cleaning.

"Do with you?" You lean towards him, your face so close that you can hear his breath hitch, "put you to work. Go grab the mop." You smile in victory as you grab the coffee cup from beside him and he groans at you. XxX

"I'm nearly done with the grinder, then we can go." You call out to Jason who disappeared into the kitchen 10 minutes ago.

"What are your plans for tonight?" He asks, appearing around the corner with the clean muffin display in his hands.

"Eat some dinner, go to bed, maybe read."

"Come out with me."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you want to."

"Do I?"

"I know you do."

"Right, because you're so charming and all that."

"What does that mean?"

"You're a flirt, Jay. Doesn't mean everyone wants you."

"Excuse me?"

"I see you here flirting everyday. Just leave me out of it."

"Oh. OH." He steps toward you placing the display on the counter, "you got me all wrong. I'm only fitting with them for work. My flirting with you is strictly unprofessional."

"Sure."

"You really think I'm nice enough to lie to you?" He steps even closer to you, "Want me to prove it?"

"What does-" your cut off by his strong hands holding onto your waist while his lips sit a breath from yours, his eyes darting along your face. Oh so slowly he leans forward, giving you enough time to pull away. But you don't, trapped in his deep blue stare. His soft lips brush over yours, almost like a kiss from a ghost before he's resting his forehead onto yours.

"You get it now?"

"I- ah.. umm.. what?"

"So cute," he places a little kiss on the end of your nose. "Can I just- ." His hand slides from your waist up to where your neck meets your shoulder as he kisses you deeper. You lean into it, your hands dropping the tea towel you were holding to cling to his arms, "do you get it now?" He whispers into your lips.

"No. Need more proof." You smile so hard your teeth clash.

"If proof is what you want," he takes your hand from his arm, guiding it down, down towards his-

"Oh my God, Jason." you laugh in shock.

"I know, it's big right and it's all for you."

"This is not the time, or the place,” you chide him, not wanting to pull your hand away.

"Which is why I wanted to take you to dinner." He presses himself into your open palm, "but I could just make you dinner at my place?"

“Is it far?"

"Not too far." He winks, "go grab your stuff. I'll finish up here."

Xx

"This is where you live?” you ask, staring at the quaint looking townhouse, “Isn’t your dad like uber rich?”

“Yeah, but since I dropped outa school he cut me off.” he shrugs, he hasn’t ever really talked to you about his family before and you were always kind of curious as to why Bruce Wayne's ward was now working at your tiny coffee shop. But, being cut off seems like a low blow.

“Nice looking place though,” you try to change the subject, hopping from one foot to the other, “Does it have an inside?”

“It does.” he beams down at you, “Sorry, I was just enjoying the view out here.” he fishes his keys from his pocket while not looking away from you.

“Well, I have a secret Jason.” you lean up really close to him.

“And what's that?”

“I’m fucking cold.”

“Right, right. Sorry.” he opens the door, “My humble home,” he bows like a doofus as you walk past him and into the dark green and wooden interior.

“Did you-” you stare at the dark oaken chair rails, the fretwork lining each archway, the bookshelves and bookshelves that line the walls of what you assume is the living room.

“Decorate? As much as you can on a barista's budget.”

“It’s beautiful.” running your hand along the bannister that's carved with half finished birds. “Who made this?”

“Me,” he states, “haven’t finished yet, but it’ll look good once I’m done.'' He comes up beside you, his hand following along yours as you trace over the carvings.

“You carved these?”

“What can I say? I'm good with my hands.” he winks, before slapping you on the ass.

“Hey!” you yell, peeking over your shoulder to smile back at him.

“Too much?” he laughs, before staring up at the door above the stairs, “Wanna see what else I made?”

“Is it in the kitchen? Because I remember being offered dinner.”

“Kitchen ain’t up there.”

“Down here then?” you brush your ass past him as you wander down the stairs and through a large swinging door. He’s right behind you, his hand on your hips as he follows. “It’s cute.” you turn to face him, “Cosy.” your breath hitches when you notice just how close he is.

“It’s functional,” his fingers trace up your arm, sending goosebumps all over your skin. “Sturdy,” he pushes into you with his hips, your ass clashing with the side of the counter. “But you said you were hungry. I can whip something up for us. If you want to wait.” he kisses you gently, while his hands hold you so he can deepen it. His tongue glides into your mouth, his hands holding you so softly you feel like you’re made of butter. “So tell me, what do you want?”

Your hands slip up his back, gripping tight into his hair, “This,” you whisper, bringing his lips even closer that your noses are squished together.

Jason moans into your mouth, while you relish the sweetness of his tongue, his cock pressing into your thigh as he pushes you even harder into the counter, like he just can’t get close enough. His lips travel from your mouth, pushing your hair over your shoulder, his tongue lathing at your neck. Hands travel south, gripping into your breast, he pulls your shirt from your skirt, his hand snakes up under pinching at your nipples through your bra. “Fuck, I wonder if your pussy tastes as sweet as your mouth,” he moans into your skin, his eyes full of lust when he stares back at you and kneels down in front of you. “Can I lick you?” he stares up at you, his lips softly caressing the bare skin of your thighs.

“Yes,” you push your hips forward, holding your skirt up with one hand the other tangling through his hair.

“Need to take these off first.” he kisses at your panty covered pussy, “fuck, you taste,” his tongue pushes your pants to the side swiping at you, “Mmm… I could get..” he pushes his head up his mouth devouring you as he makes the most delicious noises you’ve ever heard.

“Like that,” you moan, arching your back into the counter and curling your toes so hard you start to cramp, “Fuck, Jason, thats..”

“Good? Is it good?” his voice is mostly muffled by you, “You want a finger?”

“Ah, hmmm.” you nod down at him, your legs already starting to shake when his finger pokes into you, filling you not quite enough, “Fuckkkk… yes..” you start to grind down on his finger. “Shit… shit.. Jas-” your voice falters, “My-” you start to slip as your legs shake too hard.

“I got you,” he picks your legs up with ease, throwing them over his shoulders and keeping you steady as he fucks you with his fingers. “Fuck, can feel you getting tighter. You going to cum?”

“Yes, please. Jason, Harder.” you moan, throwing your head back. Your clit grinding into his nose, it sends your orgasm crashing into you. “Fuck, Fuck.” you cry as your release floods Jason's mouth.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum.” Jason says as he rises from his knees, “And it tastes like ambrosia. Fucking hell,” he kisses you again, “I’m so hard right now, for you.”

“For me?” you ask, feeling so blissed out from the way his tongue was just over your and the tangy taste it's now leaving in your mouth.

“Do you want it?’

“Jason,” you stare at him, for some reason feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Tell me you want it,” he holds your hand pulling it towards his belt, “Better yet, take it out for me.”

“I want it.” you keep your eyes on his buckle as you undo it, yanking at the button on his pants and pulling them apart.

“Good.” he directs your face up to his, “But I want you to keep your eyes on me. Ok?”

“Yeah, I can-”

“I know you can. I’m going to put you on the bench. You ready?”

“I'm ready.” you say a little too eagerly. You let out a giggle that you don’t even recognise as he picks you up like you weigh nothing and drops you on the counter, the cold wooden surface fresh on your ass.

“Wrap your legs around-” he laughs at your initiative, “Yeah, like that. Pull me- Fuck. Slow down.”

“Inside.”

“You that desperate for it?” he stares down at you, one hand on your hip bringing your ass right to the edge while the other laces through your hair, “You like that? When I pull your hair and grab your ass?”

“Yes,” you wiggle forward, swallowing even more of his cock inside of you, “Feels.”

“Addictive?” he pushes in harder, when you nod and let out a breathy moan and start to grind down on him.

“So addictive.”

“I’m going to move now,”

“Yes, please move.” he starts slowly, his face moving down close to yours. You wrap your hands around his neck bringing him even closer as his cock thrusts even deeper and his pelvis grinds into your clit. You move with him, matching his pace and tugging gently on his hair. “Jason, that's amazing.” you moan into his ear.

“Say my name again,”

“Jason.”

“Sounds so good when you say it like that.”

“Jason, faster.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, please. Just like-” you arch your ass out, your back lifting from the counter.

“Angel, fuck. You’re something else.”

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping. Holy shit.”

“Sooooo good.”

“You nearly there?” he pants, scrunching his brows together, “I’m so close. I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Yes. So close,” you fuck him back even harder, bringing his lips to yours, “Fuck Jason,”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Fucking, Jason.”

“Where?”

“Mouth.”

“Cum, Cum then, cum on me so I can put it in your mouth.”

“Again.”

“Cum on me pretty girl,” fuck, your world starts to shake as you cum all over Jasons cock. “Fucking stunning.” he moans into your mouth while your legs tighten around him and hold him deep inside you while your pussy sucks and clenches over him.

“Shit, you’re cumming so hard.” he grits his teeth, “Squeezing me, fuuuccckk. You’re pushing me out, fuck.” His name falling from your lips like a weird little chant made just for you.

He gives you a few moments to ride it out before he pulls from you and lowers you to your knees. “Open your mouth for me.” your mind is half dead as you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out and stare up at him with your dazed look. “Those fucking eyes.” he growls, “Keep em on me,” he slips his cock into your mouth, groaning as your tongue licks at the underside of his cock. “Fuck, can I just-” you suck him in, hollowing out your cheeks as you keeps your eyes on him. “Yes, pretty girl.” his hips slam into your face, his cock throbbing in your mouth. “I’m going to- just like- fuck- Iiiii.” he moan as his cum fills your cheeks and slides down your throat, his hips still trusting like he's trying to fuck it down your throat. “Oh my god, you're something else.” his voice breathless as he pulls from your mouth and offers you a hand. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” he genuinely asks, throwing your arms around his shoulders and lifting you up.

“My knees are kind of sore.” you rub at them, “but it’s really ok.”

“Sit here,” he plops you back on the counter, “Let me,” he gently rubs at them, “You still hungry?”

“A bit, but I did enjoy my entrée,” you smirk, your eyes darting down to his twitching cock.

“Do you like pasta?”

“Who doesn’t like pasta?”

“You happy to sit there and watch?”

“Hmmm… It’s a good view.”

“You can stare at me like that anytime, pretty girl.”

“I might just do that.”

“Though,” he turns back from the fridge, once again crowding your space, “Maybe keep the fuck me eyes for after work.” he lips press into your cheek, “As pretty as they are, I don’t want anyone else seeing them.”

“And why is that?”

“Because those pretty eyes are mine now and I do not like to share.”

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I saw your requests were open! unless it was an old post but what if you had rise boys x gn!reader when they individually find Y/N singing? Could be in the shower, cooking food, washing dishes, or just relaxing! (Or all of them :3). Bonus if Y/N didn't know they were there is gets flustered. Good songs? There's Nothing Holding Me Back, and Symphony are really good ones. Have a good one, mate 😙

Songbird.

Summary: The brothers come visit the reader. How do they react finding them sing?

Characters: Leo, Raph, Mikey, and Donnie.

Reader: GENDER NEUTRAL

Relationship: Romantic (Not specified in the request.)

Warnings: None!

Words: 3642

A/N: While my requests were close, I just opened them! I love requests that let me use songs for others to hear. It supports artists that people may have never heard of! And yes, I was imagining myself doing all of these silly actions for this.

So thank you for requesting for me.

As always! Please, Enjoy 💐

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

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It was the weekend and you had no school. And with no school, meant no work for that one class you despised. Which was a perfect opportunity just for you and your boyfriend to hang out at your place. You rolled on top of your bed, beginning to type. A smile creeping onto your face due to the excitement.

A few weeks ago, you were given so much work that you genuinely couldn't come up with an estimated date of completion. So you told your boyfriend dates and hang outs would have to cut short due to you not wanting to fail your classes. And he didn't blame you. He had to hang out and help his family with events you had no clue about. With that information you haven't been able to visit nor see your boyfriend for a long while. So with this opportunity finally opening? You just had to take it.

<( Hey! Want to come over today? :) I'm free )

A couple seconds passed, that's strange. Usually he would respond immediately, but you remembered that he could be busy. He was a turtle which somehow always got into trouble. You frowned kicking your feet, up and down. With some consideration of whether you sending another text or not, you chose to text him again.

<( My place is free if you want to come over, doors' open < 3 )

Not knowing if he was coming over or not, you chose that doing some chores would keep you busy. It's better than desperately waiting for one text. With the phone turned off, you went to start all of your chores. Not realizing you had turned off your notifications. Which meant you had no clue your boyfriend sent a text back.

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💙 Leo

Bound - The Ponderosa Twin Plus One

He groaned, laying on his bed. He hasn't been on one mission nor adventure in a week and it was getting boring without you. Though it was a new change for him. Usually you would meet twice a week or more. So being in the lair in silence was something he had to get used too. He just wanted to tackle you down in a hug, and tell you all about his past adventures. He specifically wanted to tell you on how he witnessed a triple betrayal.

But he remembered how you complained on the amount of work you were given. You seemed so stressed out that he just wanted to "beat up" the education system. However you told him that you'd need space in order for you to complete all of it. And Leo wanting to be the best boyfriend, he agreed. He also had some work to take care of. That he originally assumed would only take up a few weeks, but it did not.

It only took a couple days, and he did all he did to occupy himself. Things such as trying to balance himself on skateboards, competing with his younger brother on stealing from Donnie, and actually training. Which would come in use in just a moment.

Leo heard a notification on his phone, assuming it was Donnie texting him for him to fetch him something. However it wasn't, it was something way better than that. It was a text from you. Finally! After all this time he couldn't keep to himself any longer. He began to type quickly causing some spelling errors. Which was then auto-corrected.

( You're finally done with all that work? Finally! I'll be there in a sec. )>

Placing his phone aside, he quickly grabbed his weapons which were stored on a table. Do not ask me why or how they were on the table, they just were. Now remember when he actually trained his mystic weapon? This was the time of truth of whether or not it actually worked. So as he held his ōdachis he quickly swirled them in the air, before finally slashing the space in front of him. The moment of truth...

His eyes were shut as he stepped through the portal. Opening one eye to confirm his location, he was surprised to see he was right in front of your door. This was another thing for him to brag to you about. Grabbing out his phone to check your messages, he saw that the door was already open. So like the non-creepy boyfriend he is. Leo opened the door.

"Y/N! I'm here!" He grinned calling for you, however received no response. Confused, he stepped inside your home, closing the door behind him. "Y/N? Where are you hiding?" He was again received no answer. Before he chose to call your name again... he heard humming. Was that your voice?

He walked towards the sound, where he then also heard a radio. And there you were. Standing in front of the sink, with you swaying from left to right.

You sang loudly, "Boundd.... BOUNDDD.... Bound to fall in love."

Has he really heard you sing before? No, he hasn't. He kept quiet watching you imagine yourself in a vintage music video. You picked up the spoon which was covered in soap up to your mouth, which made him smirk. "You started with- a mere helloooo...." Your eyes were shut as you dipped down with the spoon. Imagining you were dipping your boyfriend down to the floor. "Then you learned her NAMEEEEE...."

The soapy spoon was brought to your chest, "You notice her.. finer qualities..." You stood up reaching your hand out in front of you, as if you were granting your "magic" to your lover. "And the magic OF HER RARE PERSONALIT-!!" And as you were about to complete the verse, you saw a horrific sight. Your boyfriend was here. As in here inside of your apartment. A couple seconds of silence passing, you realize he watched all of that. "I- i-" Your face quickly became a bright red.

"Soo.. that's the music you listen to?" Leo smirked; his arms crossed. As he leaned against the counter, he stared at you... "..What?" You brows furrowed together, gripping onto the soapy spoon. "Y- You! You weren't supposed to- I- You should've texted me!!"

He quickly became confused, "But I did?" Not wanting to believe that, you ran to your phone. Turning it on... to find out your notifications were off. You had a face of disappointment and disbelief. "A- ah.."

Leo slowly slithered to you, hugging you from behind. "I can help you do those chores if that'll distract you~" You groaned, visibly blushing. "Ughh... please." He smiled, kissing you on the cheek. Leo leaned onto you nuzzling into your neck for a couple seconds...

"You're a good singer y'know-"

"Leo. don't-"

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❤️ Raph

Never Ever Getting Rid of Me - Kimiko Glenn

Being the oldest of his brothers, he had to make sure all his brothers were ready for everything. It was on his top priorities! But what was also on his Top priorities was you. He loved spending time with you, because it let him relax. However, due to unfortunate news, your schedule was filled. So he couldn't really see you. He didn't want to distract you from your work!

One, because he may get scolded by his younger brother for not letting you focus on yourself. And he understood that. Space was important in a relationship, take that from me. It's not realistic that he'd somehow always be around you. Your plans for the future were just different, but you both made sure to make it somehow work.

Which was why your relationship just worked. It was a slow and bumpy start, since you both were first-timers to a relationship. But after a few weeks in on your romantic relationship; everything just clicked. So with a kiss on his cheek from you, he left you alone.

While he waited, Raph trained with each of his brothers one-on-one, just to show them the meaning of brotherhood. There were some other times in which he watched shows, ate pizza, mastered his mystic weapon... but that seemed pretty much it.

He never understood why you had to do school work, you were with him! Your sweet boyfriend. Though he has to remember that people don't know about his existence except for you and April.

April would come around to remind him that you loved him, and you weren't just ghosting him to get away from him. Which relieved him from the fear of being left alone.

He however, still had no clue when you'd be done. The option of asking when you would be done with all your work was slowly becoming more practical than just waiting. Until finally, after what felt like months of silence... He heard a phone notification. Raph frantically ran to the small electronic device. Grabbing it into his hands, he brought it close to his face to read the messages. A huge grin appeared on his face as he began to type.

( Oh sure, I'll meet you there sweetheart 🥰 )>

He placed away his phone somewhere on his body. Making his way up the ladder to the surface. Pushing the cover to the side, he lifted himself up. It was a perfect time for him to see you since the sun was setting and there was nobody to be seen in either direction. So off the large turtle went. Towards the direction of your residence.

Raph was excited to spend a day with you again. He was probably so excited that his heart could just burst. Luckily he recognized your house number, it was still strange how nobody was outside... But we'll ignore that. Actually remembering you left the door open for him, he wanted to be a respectful man. He gently knocked. "Y/N? It's Raph." No response.

A bit confused, he pushed the door forwards gently. He bent a little to walk through the small door. Although he bent over, he still somehow bumped his head on something. He hissed a little to the sudden pain. Closing the door behind him facing the floor. Until he heard your voice. Lifting his head up to face you... he saw you doing the most shocking thing...

There you were, sweeping the floors with a broom. Doing a little dance in place; You hummed to the beat with optimism. And then you opened your mouth, "Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow..." Your hand gripped on the broom, you leaned it towards your chin. You began to get in the mood, with your imagination taking course. As if it were a microphone and you were singing in a restaurant. "Oh, I'm going to love.. YOU SOO!"

You pointed quite aggressively to whatever was Infront of you. Which was Raph who just stood there, not knowing what to do. Watching as you, having a huge visible grin shout more than sing. "I love you means you're never, ever ever getting rid of me!-"

"When you say never-?" Raph tried asking embarrassed. "YOU CANNN TRYYYY. OH, BUT I!- ..." You opened your eyes, staring right at Raph. Who had a face as red as his bandana. The both of you just stared at each other awkwardly as the melody continued. But when it did dramatically ended, you covered your face as he began to compliment you.

"That was so cute Y/N!- You should sing more often y'know? I liked it."

Your face visibly red, you hid your face into your boyfriend's plastron. "Wahh.. never talk about this babe..."

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🧡 Mikey

Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez

Mikey was, for the weeks you weren't around just weren't as fun. And that's rare even for him! While you both were cuddling, you had to rip off the band aid of pretending responsibilities didn't exist on him. It did make him a bit sad hearing about all the stress that's been placed upon you. But Mikey, being a respectful person was glad you let him know. He hugged you for a couple more hours before finally letting you go.

The both of you were attached by the hip. His brothers used to tease him for how he may be loud on his own, but with you? They might as well purchase noise cancelling headphones.

They meant all of that in a positive light, reassuring him that you were perfect. Donnie called it "Bestfriends-to-lovers" and that's what you both seemed to be. You were his closest and best friend. There was no argument for it.

Mikey may be "silly" and "funny" but he remembers a lot. Only the stuff he wants to remember though, like your first date with him. It was like another simple day. Chilling in his room, playing video games, and staying close to one another. But there was just something different about that day. You were no longer just best friends, you were something completely different. Which leads to the present. Mikey was balancing on his skateboard, meditating almost. Some footsteps could be heard which came to a sudden stop. He opened one eye to look up at the familiar figure. "Hey- Mikey what on earth are you doing?" Mikey thought to himself... what was he doing?

"I have no clue, my man..." Mikey said in a tired tone. "Well. I'm impressed that you, yourself got this bored! Also you're about to beat MY mark HEY!-" Leo panicked, as Mikey seemingly stood still. He was about to beat Leo. Just a little more! Just a little more..!-

Then Mikey's phone went off, with his loud notification. The loud familiar sound causing Mikey to fall. "Ha! I still have my proud title of being first!" Leo proudly screamed out, with his chest. However Mikey wasn't listening. He snatched his phone looking at the notification, finding your name.

You were finally done with your schoolwork and that made him excited. He quickly typed in his response, almost misspelling the whole thing.

( YOU'RE DONE!! YESSS BE RIGHT THERE )>

The text seemed to fit him. For how loud and positive he was. Mikey then got himself ready. "Hey! Leo can you make me a portal to Y/N's house?" The blue turtle blinked a couple times. A mischievous smile growing on his face. "Seeing your lil partner?" He poked his cheek with his one finger. Mikey groaned, however chuckled. "Yes Leo! I am!"

Leo couldn't help, but hug Mikey. "Look at you! Adorable and growing up. Sure I'll make you a portal... if...." A moment of silence passes. "If...??" Leo smirks, forming his hands in a "gun" shape. "If you tell me I'm your favorite brother!"

The younger brother stared in disbelief. Seriously? "Just.. make me a portal man—" Leo interrupted. "Not until I hear it." Mikey sighed, holding in his laughter. "You're my favorite brotherrr...." Leo grins as imaginary sparkles surrounded him. "I know." As promised, he opened a portal directly to Y/N's residence. Mikey jumped a little, "Wooo! Thanks Leo!" Leo nodded; waving him off.

Mikey stepping through the portal, he waited until it closed. Before he decided to knock on the door. Strangely, in a rhythm-sort of way.

Knockity- Knock- Knock!

Mikey's grin quickly turned into an "o" remembering you have left the door open for him. Turning the knob, pushing the door forwards. Suddenly hearing an upbeat melody, he saw you dancing to yourself... with a mop? And then you began.

"It's been said and done-" The mop twirled as you relaxed. You reached your hand out, gracefully. "Every beautiful thought's been already sung..." The lights felt like spotlights on your "vessel." "And I guess right now... here's another one-" Mikey began to dance a little with you, noticing the speaker was quite loud. He chose not to bother you. "You are beautiful-" Imagining the mop was Mikey, you twirled it around immensely. "Like a dream come alive- INCREDIBLEE!" He has never heard you voice go that high- "I LOVE YOU LIKE A-" He watched as you posed. Poses that reminded him of skateboarding. "LOVE- SONG- BABY!"

Hearing the loud voice through the music, you jumped. Looking to your boyfriend who was feeling the "vibe" with you. "I- i- MIKEY??" He nodded his head with a smile, "Yeah? Keep singing! You got moves!" Blushing to his compliment, you begged him later on to not speak of it.

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💜 Donnie

I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry

Nothing much changed when you told him you were busy. It was another simple day of him hanging around with you. His battle shell off as you massaged the shell. It was relaxing while mesmerizing how you kept up with him. While it may seem a bit shocking for me to say nothing changed. As a man of smarts, he has his own things to complete and finish. So he was quite satisfied, but of course... That'd be him attempting to be a bad boy.

Donnie genuinely did miss you being around. There's only so much time until he thinks of making another machine to transform his brothers into his "Smart Turtle" team again. And if you've seen that episode, you know exactly what I'm talking about. He tended to his bots, brothers, and father when you were away. One strange question was why didn't you ask him for advice? He was sort of a genius.

Many would ignore thoughts such as these, but Donnie being Donnie: he began to overthink. You probably understood the material. There was no need for him to worry. But did you really understand it? He didn't mean to doubt your independence. Just what if you were just struggling and were scared to ask him? Why was he even worrying? Over a silly thing like this? Haha!...

He developed an unhealthy habit of looking at his phone for more than 30 seconds because of this. An unhealthy amount of thinking about your smile, how your eyes read each word, how your tapped your pencil against a hard surface... Oh. He was doing it again. Donnie groaned, flipping over his phone. His drawn brows furrowing together. "This is too much..." A purple drone, flew up to Don. Shelldon, his "teenage-son." "What's wrong D?"

Donnie looked up at the flying drone, "Ah. Shelldon. It's nothing." Shelldon's orange eyes slanted, showing he was expressing confusion. "Is it Y/N again?" The turtle paused. Shelldon's eyes were formed in a way of excitement. "I'm right aren't I?" Donnie huffed, "Scoff! You're getting way ahead of yourself Shelldon. It isn't Y/N..." The drone flew in circles, "Then what were you looking at on your phone?" He groaned, reaching down for his device. "Nothing Shelldon, see?-" Your message was the first thing to appear on his screen. "That's Y/N, dad."

Donnie's eyes widened as he looked back on his phone. It was you! After so long, you've finally messaged him. "Y/N says they're done! You can go see them!" He hesitated on what to type, specifically on if he should go to your place. But it was you. And how could he say no to you? Coming up with the words, he began to type.

( Took you longer than I thought, sure. See you in five. )>

"Well Shelldon! I' will be taking my leave, alert me if my dear brothers do anything... dumb." Shelldon nodded as Donnie equipped his flight battle shell. Which he then used to fly off to your location. As he took sharp turns he began to imagine introducing his presence. Should it be elaborate? Should he show up with his tech-bo in a cool pose? Wait- why is he even thinking about any of this. Maybe Leo was having an influence on him, an unhealthy influence. His face scrunched up to the thought.

Approaching to his location, he dropped down to the stairwell which was right next to your window. Noticing it was already open, scolding you was number one on his list of things to do. That was until he heard a melody, a song. Nobody in New York seemed to be playing music as loud, so it must be inside. He peeked his head inside of your warm apartment noticing your figure immediately. His brows raised to what he saw.

It was you, dancing. You were dancing to a song he has never heard of, and you seemed ready to sing along. "I used to hear a simple song..." You twirled slowly. "That was until you came along. Now in it's place is something new..." You stretched your arm out, as if you were Victorian royalty. "...I hear it when I look at you." As the chorus began he became witness to your use of expression. Don may have the username of "Bootyyyshaker9000" but you? You were something different entirely. He doesn't remember seeing you this expressive with your body, other than you showing frustration and love around him. This was your joy.

While the song is a bit strange.. he enjoyed seeing you dance and sing. So he rested his head on his free hand, watching as you got lost in your imagination. He'd later on search up what song you were exactly listening to just so he could ask you about it. Just so you would smile explaining all the symbolism and adoration you have for this song... He hopes the song was about him though. If you were singing about somebody else, he'd want to know who. Although your voice sounded majestic. He became impatient and pouty. He wanted his shell to be massaged after those weeks of waiting. So he stepped inside, closing the window behind him. Walking up to you with a smirk.

Suddenly feeling a shoulder, you froze. Turning back to see your boyfriend, "May I?" You stared blankly for a couple seconds. Before he grabbed your other hand in his. He knew you wanted to waltz to this song from how you were moving. "I- i- uhm..." He chuckled, "Don't be embarrassed. You sounded good, genuinely." You sigh with red cheeks. "Ye- yes. Yes, you may."

The both of you waltzed throughout the song before Donnie got the massage he missed dearly.

#morilicious #rottmnt #rottmnt 2018 #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise leo #rise raph #rise mikey #rise donnie

[kazpng]

nottemdude HCs pls do (⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)

YES THANK YOU IM SO NORMAL OVER THEM

●Not Important has some serious self esteem issues that he likes to pretend he doesn't have (but totally does). Hence the long hair that pretty much hides his face and the overall negative outlook on life. Postal Dude on the other hand, while having his schizophrenia, doesn't nearly suffer as badly as he did when he was younger (Postal 1). Not Important also doesn't take compliments from anyone, not even his parents (if he still talked to them), but if Dude says something nice about him? Well, that's okay. He cannot say thank you to save his life, but he quietly grumbles to himself and flushes under his bangs.

●Speaking of bangs! Very rarely does Not Important actually tie them up in a ponytail. I love the concept but realistically I know it doesn't happen all that often, unless its New York summer.... Postal Dude loves how Not Important looks though, and will encourage seeing his face to eternity.

●If Not Important survives the events of Hatred: Postal Dude would totally try to get Not Important the help and therapy he needs because BOY does he need it. I love imagining Postal Dude driving Not Important to his weekly session and sitting with him in the waiting room so Nottem doesn't break into a panic attack while waiting (I'm projecting). Postal Dude is just a really supportive boyfriend overall <3

●After seeing the stickynote doodle from Postal 4 (and then crying over said stickynote) I have accepted it as canon that Not Important is a complete lovesick fanboy of Postal Dude, more specifically P1 Dude, and that's how they met in the first place! Before carrying out the events of Hatred, Not Important knew he planned on not being alive after, so he sought out finding his idol and at least meeting him before kicking the bucket and all that. Wasn't expecting too much from the encounter, but it turned out that current day Postal Dude was way nicer than anyone else in Not Important's life, and it acted almost like a wake-up call for him. Nottem thought he was slick, but his very obvious crush on his idol was very apparent to Postal Dude, but Dude was nice enough to not mention it until later.

●As for more domestic things between them, I feel like Postal Dude has to take initiative far more often, and it almost always ends up in a flustered Not Important. See, when Postal Dude blushes, he looks fairly normal, but because Not Important is lacking any pigment (his ass does NOT go outside), any color on his cheeks is incredibly noticeable and BRIGHT. Postal Dude, ever the tease, points it every time, putting on a baby voice and cooing at Not Important, saying things like "I knew you were human!" and other things of the like.

●Last thing for now because I think I've proven my nottemdude obsession, favorite things about each other! Not Important madly respects Postal Dude's resilience and how he's managed to cope with his past and his mental illnesses. Not to mention how attractive Dude is of course. Postal Dude sees a lot of himself in Not Important and wants only the best for him, plus he loves Nottem's endearing quirks and habits.

#they are soooo silly #nottemdude #not important #nottem portant #postal dude #postal #hatred game #I AM NORMAL OVER THEM #ty anon btw i am looking at you with my pleadingly wet eyes #i project A LOT on nottem IM SORRY hes just kinda me fr

[yonemurishiroku]

Your post the other day about how Nico can't read English gave me a fic idea, purely because it mentioned he was in military school.

So at the time these books came out, America still had a law in place called "Don't ask, Don't Tell" which basically meant that if you were in the military and Gay, if you failed to keep it a secret you'd get kicked out with no benefits. So now I'm wondering if that would apply to military *school* as well. Is there a curve Nico might have gotten expelled from that school if it was discovered he was Gay? Of course, Nico himself didn't even know at the time, but just imagine, Nico acting extremely campy and effeminate, fawning over other boys, just generally being both very obvious and very oblivious and MEANWHILE Mr. Thorn (the manticore, who has no interest in the schools operations and is just there to hunt demigods) strongly suspects Nico is his target but can't *prove* anything yet so has to keep him nearby. He can't just let the mortal school officials expel the boy, he'd lose track of him! So Thorn has to jump through ridiculous hoops to hide Nico from the rest of the staff, or cover for him, or find some kind of heterosexual explanation for his behavior that hopefully the rest of the staff will belive, and he's barely even done with the last problem before Nico is already in a new Situation™️ that he has to deal with.

Ideally it should read like a sitcom. I don't know if I'll ever get around to writing this, but I wanted to share the idea.

HELP THIS IS THE MOST ENTERTAINING THING EVER????

"or find some kind of heterosexual explanation for his behavior that hopefully the rest of the staff will believe" I'm death i'm freaking dead and revived like imagine Dr. Thorn trying to cover Nico's gay ass as he literally goes around dreaming about boys 😭😭😭

like imagine Nico's extremely flustered ab something a boy did to him and a staff just narrows their eyes at him, "Are you blushing at [some boy's name]?"

To which Dr. Thorn just smoothly slides right in "No he's having a fever" and proceed to tuck Nico under his arm, speeding to the infirmary in less than 3 secs as the kid kicking screaming.

Better yet. What if Bianca also knows about the law but she can't be around Nico all the time due to boy vs girl separation so when she realizes that Dr.Thorn is covering for her brother?? She's still suspicious of him but like it's a good thing he does that in her place, so she goes up to him like.

"Thank you for your kind work, I appreciate it" then leaves.

and Thorn just stands there and stares, screaming "i'm not kind you uncultured swine" internally 😭😭😭

PLEASE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS JUST FUNNY PLEASE DO CONSIDER WRITING IT ANON

#nico di angelo #dr. thorn #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #the titans curse #dr thorn #bianca di angelo #military school #westover

[buny-exotica]

𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌

synopsis: "Alone and heartbroken, Kyojuro decides to warm your bed for tonight"

references: ⚉ ⚆ ⚇

word count: 1.0k words

cont. warning: fellatio, overstim, swearing, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, dirty talk/praise

mutuals/friends: @zuzuthesnake

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ┆ 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ©𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒚𝒆𝒙𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂 2023 ┆𝐷𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝑜𝑟 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 ┆

𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙇𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜...

Jazz music would play in the background of the bar, while the rest of the teachers were either drunk off their minds or asleep you, alongside Kyojuro were at the balcony; Chatting while drinking down some liquor and giggling like schoolmates

"How are things with your boyfriend?"

His awestruck eyes would stare into your own, spinning the red liquor in your glass before drinking it as you sighed, "It didn't work out... Again.."

You were uncertain when it came to relationships, always ending with heartbreak from the other as they constantly cheat. And even then, Kyojuro was always there to comfort you; To keep you company till you found another person to keep your bed warm.

"Is something wrong with me?" Your lips quiver as you try not to break down in front of your best friend, "What? no of course not y/n" "It's always the same, I date someone for a few months and they all end up cheating, I-i just.."

You broke down in tears, pouring your heart out into his shirt as he pats your back. Turning you away from the crowd indoors as he comforts you, "There there it's alright, I'm here now." He coos as moves your hair away from your face; Taking out his napkin to wipe away your mascara-stained tears and messy lipstick.

"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong... Am I just cursed to be hurt like this Kyo?" You whimper as he wipes away your tears before kissing his forehead, "Things like this happen to the best of us, and the fact that you've gone through so much proves how strong you are. Even if you don't believe in yourself, just know I'm always here when you need me"

He praises, looking back, you've wondered whether or not you've had feelings for him. Wanting him to lift you with his strong hands, take you out on dates. And even though you've decided to not date your coworkers, he makes it so hard not to; Leaving you flustered when you imagined him without his shirt.

Time and time again, your body says no, but your heart says yes. Every. Single. Time

Kyojuro leans in to give you another forehead kiss when you moved your head upwards, his soft, chapped lips touching yours as he holds your waist. Pulling away to catch some air as your lipstick left a stain on his lips; His hands stutter, squeezing your hips to control his balance from being so lightheaded.

You apologized profusely as you sat him down in a chair before hearing him laugh wholeheartedly, squeezing your hand gently and whispering something in your ear, "I didn't know you used cherry-flavored lipstick little flame"

A moan escapes your lips when you felt him wrap his strong arms around your waist, practically tearing his shirt off of him as you kicked off your heels, impatient and needy; sitting with your dress scrunched onto your waist, leaving your chest exposed as you unbuckle his belt, his large warm hand having you feel the bulge in his pants.

"Do you know how long I've been holding off myself for you?"

He purrs and presses his bulging cock on your stomach, seeing how far it could reach in your womb and laughing as you stare in disbelief. "Relax my flame I'm not gonna break you, too bad" He mutters the last part, closing your legs in fear before seeing him kneel before you and gently pry your legs apart; Cooing at your lacey panties and taking them off gently, all too impatient to get a taste of you.

He kisses your thigh, purposely avoiding your sensitive nub in a teasing manner to get you to whine and beg him, "Please don't tease me, I'm sensitive"; Squeezing your legs around his face when you saw his golden yellow and red irises stare up at you like a piece of meat before feeling his tongue enter your slit.

You close your eyes when he puts his finger inside, sucking on your sensitive nub whilst fingering you, his skilled fingers making you place your legs behind his shoulders as he indulged in your sweet taste; Drool and spit slicking his lips and chin as he fucks you on his fingers.

Kyojuro felt as if he was in heaven, moaning and leaving vibrations on your clit as you moaned his name. His dreams finally becoming a reality when he hears you muttering like a fool for his tongue; If he wasn't so impatient and you weren't so sensitive he would stay here all night.

He stood back up, pleased with his work of leaving you sensitive enough to cum if he just pushed in the tip, slapping his cock on your sensitive clit and pinning you under him as he slowly pushed it inside, your fingernails digging into his arms as you feel him stretch around your insides.

Impatient, he starts thrusting slowly, moans slipping his lips as he basks in your warm, snug cunt. Praising you on how well you're taking him as he shares a kiss with you, telling you how much he loves you as he confessed his feelings towards you.

'Love you so much' 'All for me', Just spewing words of gratitude and satisfaction as he pressed his forehead against yours, your legs wrapping around his waist encouraging him to go deeper, wanting an excuse to not go to work in the morning as kisses you softly.

"God you feel so fucking good" He curses as he wraps his arms around your chest, whispering lewd, dirty praises in your ear as you leave hickeys and kiss marks on his neck and chin, his thrusts increased when you held onto his hair, making him groan in bliss as he held your legs apart before turning you on your stomach with your ass up as he continues thrusting, leaving you screaming out from the new feeling.

He pulls on your hair when you tried to hide your face in the pillows, wanting to hear you babble and cry on his cock as he indulged in watching you shake under him; Tears stung your eyes when you felt his cock go even deeper inside you and feeling it in your womb.

"T-too deep" you whimper and felt his thrusts become harsher, your cum coating his cock and making it easier for him to thrust faster as he lets go of your hair and hold onto your waist properly, his arms were going to leave a mark on your hips as he puts a foot up on the bed and thrusts harder; You felt like you were gonna cum again from feeling this new found pleasure once more.

Your eyes flashed to white as you cum, your toes curling in on themselves as you squeeze around his cock for him to stop, feeling him pull you to his crotch as he cums deep into your ovaries, thrusting to make sure you got pregnant as he lies beside you panting.

He starts laughing as he moved his hair away from his face whilst wrapping you in his arms, his cum leaking into your bed sheets. "You ok?" he looks down at you as you hug his chest, you nod as you yawned and kiss his cheek before going to bed.

What a story he's gonna have to tell when he gets home.

©𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒚𝒆𝒙𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂 2023 ┆ 𝐷𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝑜𝑟 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡

#🍰☆彡┆𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 #🍱┆ 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 #kyojuro smut #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro x you #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba smut #kny smut #kny kyojuro smut

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Soup.

The first thing Draco noticed was that Harry hadn't shaved that morning. Harry shaved every morning. It was only on vacation that he would let his stubble grow out a bit - his own way of relaxing, Draco supposed.

But then Draco saw the way Harry rubbed his eyes, bloodshot and heavy, and pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses pushed up to his forehead.

When, ten minutes later, Harry still hadn't touched his breakfast, instead just sitting hunched while steadily sipping hot tea, Draco lowered the month's copy of Up Your Sleeve with a small frown.

"All right?" he asked.

Harry looked up, eyes wide, steam from the tea fogging his glasses. "Yeah," he said, and Draco decided that he was simply imagining the slight hoarseness in his voice.

"Not hungry?"

"Not really. Tummy feels weird."

"Weird, how?"

"Just queasy." Harry drained his mug and got to his feet, swinging on his maroon cloak. "Must be the takeout last night."

"I did advise you not to get overzealous with the chilly sauce," Draco turned the page, looking back down at the article about how talking brooches were back in fashion now, "You need to listen to me sometimes."

"Whatever, Malfoy," Harry said, and simply marched out of the kitchen.

Draco listened to the Floo flare and then go out, his gaze on Harry's plate, breakfast cold and untouched. Ten minutes later as he left for work, Harry and his reddened eyes had slipped out of his mind.

He should have known when, four and a half hours later, Harry didn't show up for lunch at the boutique. Draco ordered Greek from Melina's and the tzatziki looked incredible and smelled delicately of garlic and Draco ended up eating all of it along with warm pita. He had robes to finish hemming and ironing and so he left the rest of the food under a Stasis and went back to his sewing machine. Maybe Harry wouldn't mind some Greek at dinner.

But by five o'clock that evening, when Draco finally had a moment to sit down with a cup of tea, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It wasn't like Harry to just not show up to lunch. He missed lunch all the time, but never without owling Draco about it.

Leaving his assistant to lock up after their last customer (who was trying on robes in increasingly dark shades of green and getting more and more flustered and confused) Draco Floo'ed home.

"Harry?" he called out, even before he was completely out of the Floo, even though Harry never got home before him.

There was a grunt from the sofa. Draco went and looked over the backrest to find Harry, still in full Auror uniform, curled up tightly with his head on two cushions.

"What are you-- What's happened to you?" Draco demanded, a tad bit louder than he'd intended, but then he was suddenly worried and Draco could never handle being worried.

Harry didn't answer and so Draco strode around the sofa, thumped the lunch leftovers on the coffee table next to Harry's glasses, and shook Harry lightly by the shoulder.

"Potter!"

Harry just sighed and blinked open tired, very, very red eyes. "Don't feel good," he said in a hoarse whisper, and then shut his eyes again.

Draco pushed thick, unruly black hair off Harry's forehead and pressed his palm to it.

"You're burning up," he said shortly. "When did you get home?"

"Dunno." A pause, then, "They sent me home at the eleven o'clock meeting."

"You've been home all day, feeling sick, and you didn't bother owling?"

"Couldn't find Hera."

"Have you forgotten you're a wizard? Why didn't you send me a patronus?"

"Nnngblr," replied Harry.

"Have you eaten something?"

Harry shook his head.

"I'm gonna make you soup." Draco was already on his way to the kitchen, kicking off his shoes on the way.

"I'll throw up."

"You will drink it and you will like it. And then you'll get in the bath." He put the kettle on and went rummaging for chicken stock cubes.

"Want to sleep."

"While you're in the bath, I'll go buy a few vials of Fever Fixer."

"Head hurts."

"We have pain potions for that. I'll give you one of those too."

Twenty minutes later, Harry was sat in their bed, wrapped in two blankets, his uniform in a heap on the floor. In the en suite, Draco drew him a bath, poured in some muscle relaxant, and dimmed the lights.

Harry was obediently eating his soup when Draco went back out. His glasses were perched on his head now. Every other minute he'd sneeze and they'd slip down only to be pushed back up. He wore only his boxer shorts and socks and had a light sheen of sweat on his face from the hot soup.

"It's good," he said sincerely.

Draco sat down next to him, mouth turned down at the corners. "Why didn't you inform me that you're ill?"

Harry just blinked. "It's not such a big deal."

"It is. You're ill. You're properly ill. You can't be lying alone on the sofa, without potions or food for a whole day without informing someone." Draco sighed irritably through his nose. "Without informing me."

Harry smiled, set his empty bowl on the bedside table and pulled the blankets tighter around himself. "You look like you're going to cry, Malfoy."

"Harry, I'm being bloody serious right now."

Harry immediately stopped smiling. "It's just the flu or something? I dunno. You don't have to worry."

"Look at you!" Draco said, his voice rising again. "If you'd come home to me looking like this, I'd be in the VIP Emergency Ward at Mungo's right now! Don't deny it."

Harry licked his lips, smiled again, hands held up in surrender. "I'm not denying anything."

"You've never been ill before."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"We've been together three years and you've never been ill." Draco swallowed hard. "It's scary and I don't like it."

"I'm...sorry?"

"Shut it. I'm sorry I let you go to work looking like shit. And I'm sorry I didn't check on you when you didn't show up to lunch."

"What'd you get?"

"Melina's."

"Nice."

"I brought leftovers. They're in the fridge."

"Sounds good." Harry smiled again and reached out, gripping Draco by the wrist and pulling him closer.

"Don't give me your germs," Draco said, letting Harry kiss him wetly on the cheek. "Go get in the bath. I'll be back in a few."

"You're very handsome when you're worried," Harry said, and with his voice so distractingly hoarse and his grip so much warmer than usual, Draco thought that even when ill and red-nosed, Harry Potter had his entire heart - and with good reason. Draco wouldn't bother making soup for anybody else.

#my writing #drarry #good morning here is words

[justaduckarts]

May I request sh au fluff with Eclipse or really, anyone else? in exchange I offer my soul. (Nah but fr idk if you're doing these requests things and if you don't just delete this ask)

Hello!

I get a lot of fluff requests. I'm gonna combine these two, forgive me ^^' My requests ARE open, they're just slow <3

That being said, one flustered Eclipse coming up!

The changes were small enough at first that Eclipse was able to keep his cool. You were growing into your own. Awkwardness making way for confidence.

And confidence was a good look on you. You were still quiet and polite, but hearing you say 'no' and introduce yourself with pride always brought a smile to his face.

But with your confidence came unexpected changes.

As he was walking beside you one day, you slipped your hand into his without a word. He was stunned. Some months ago, you would have been a stuttering mess when he took your hand.

Amber eyes dared a glance down at you.

Oh.

Oh dear.

The way you smiled to yourself. The soft flush of your face as your thumb traced absent circles into his skin. His rays grew ever brighter.

Even with your newfound confidence, you were utterly darling.

And for the first time in some time, Eclipse felt himself stumbling to keep himself cool.

Casual hand holding steadily evolved.

If the two of you were sitting together, you'd snuggle into his side to peek at what he was working on.

Sometimes you'd bravely kiss the back of his hand, rendering him speechless for a few seconds.

But the moment Eclipse realized he was really in trouble was a few weeks later.

The two of you were in his office. He was seated at his desk, working on some forms in regards to city infrastructure.

Across the room, you were seated on the lounger by the fire. Your boots kicked off, legs curled up on the plush couch comfortably. There was a sewing project in your hands, your second attempt at making a tunic all by yourself. Eclipse was elated to see you practicing your hobbies with such freedom these days.

His focus returned to his work, a small smile on his face.

This was nice.

Just having you here. Knowing you chose to be here. It made him feel warm, all the way down to his bones.

Glancing up from your sewing, you took in the sight of Eclipse at his desk.

Butterflies dance in your stomach.

The soft glow of his rays illuminated the smile on his face. He seemed absorbed in his work, but not in the way he had before. He seemed... happy. And you were happy to see him so at peace. Eclipse had changed your life so dramatically. You couldn't imagine living without him anymore.

Fire crackled softly in its place.

In the quiet of the evening, looking at Eclipse, you finally said something that had been on your mind for some time.

"I love you." The words came out on a sigh, a wistful smile on your face.

It was so fast. So natural and confident.

Everything in Eclipse's office stopped. Quills dropped. Books closed. The fire picked up, burning hotter and brighter than ever.

Eclipse's rays lit up the entire office, as if it were the middle of the day.

"I- Forgive me- I- Could you repeat that?" He nearly choked trying to spit out his thoughts.

"I love you," you smiled up at him.

Given the sheer size of Eclipse, you'd never imagined him moving very fast. He was always slow and steady around you, aware of your presence and attempting to do his best not to frighten you.

But all of that was forgotten briefly.

In the time it took you to blink, Eclipse had abandoned his desk to stand before you. He plucked you from couch, as gentle as he'd ever been.

"I..." He was cradling you with three of his arms. His fourth hand came up to cup your face.

"Truly?" The look on his face made you ache. It was like he was afraid to hope. You nodded.

"Of course I do." Tenderly, you cupped his face. He was almost too warm to touch comfortably. "I love you, Eclipse."

He took a breath, trying to pull himself together.

"And I love you," he said quietly. "More than the oceans love the moon, more than the mother loves her stars. I love you." He couldn't believe you'd beaten him to confessing.

You leaned in and pecked his cheek.

"Thank you."

Eclipse practically melted. He sank onto the couch, still cradling you. You couldn't help but laugh.

"My love," he sighed, running his fingers tenderly across your cheek. "How can you be so darling?"

"The world may never know," you smiled. He pulled you closer. You could hear a soft rumble run through him; something akin to a purr. He ran his hand up and down your back.

"I may never put you down," he joked.

"You'll have to eventually. Julian will poison you if you fall behind on your work," you warned jokingly.

"Julian," Eclipse sighed. "He's going to work me right into an early grave."

"You hired him." You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yes, which makes the fact that he bosses me around that much more ridiculous." Eclipse chuckled. He kissed the top of your head.

"I love you," he mumbled.

"I love you," you nodded, relishing in being in the arms of your dear partner.

He couldn't have been more happy. To have you there, to know you were happy.

Eclipse, for the first time in so long, was beginning to look forward to tomorrow.

#justaduckarts answers #star holder au #fluff

[one-black-rotary-phone]

Hii! I was the one who messaged you about the general dating hcs for robin :)

Dating Robin Headcanons

Hi! Sorry about the askbox thing lol. Glad to see someone's interested in my blog this early on though! Here it is! :D

Not proofread (it's late and I'm tired).

Slight abduction TW (mention of his abduction), some swearing, Robin fighting (so violence TW?).

First of all, he's so sweet around you. Like not the kind of sweet that buys you bouquets of roses and stuff; the kind of sweet that just softens up around you compared to everyone else. He's a tough boy - a nice boy, but a tough boy - and he isn't one for being a softie around others. Again, he's not like Vance or anything (God no), but it's only really his family, Finney, and you that he's nice around.

Robin likes to just get lost in looking at you. Your eyes, your smile, your hair... Especially wrinkles. Laugh lines, the way your nose scrunches up when you giggle, the marks on your forehead when you pout at him and furrow your eyebrows comically low. He just loves all of your 'imperfections' so much.

Speaking of laughing, he loves to crack jokes. Whatever your sense of humor, he caters his jokes to it in an attempt to her your voice. He loves your laugh no matter what it sounds like. In fact, the less stereotypically attractive it is the better. When I tell you Robin loves things outside of the norm, I mean Robin loves things outside of the norm.

Anyways, back to more dating-central stuff. Let me just say he is smooth. He wraps an arm around your shoulder or waist depending on your height. He picks up on what pet names make you flustered and uses them all the time (to be honest he probably made a game out of that). It's like he's made it his life mission to let everyone know you're together.

You've basically scored yourself a guard dog, by the way. Moose is trying to cause shit between you and him? Robin's kicking his butt (and punching his face). The last thing this boy wants is to see you hurt. But he's only really good at fighting. Don't ask him to sort out a friendship drama between you and the local Regina George. Unless you want him to glare at her, but that will probably only make things worse.

Despite being so smooth, he actually prefers to keep things private. He mostly just does PDA so people will back off. Because in his eyes, who wouldn't want you? When you're alone is when he likes to cuddle and hug. Trust me, he is not a cuddle bug out in public. He's nice to you so he won't push you away, but it makes him feel so awkward. It's mostly because he's not the one initiating it.

If you're dating Robin then you're best friends with Finney, no doubt. Robin will practically force you two to be together. He jokes that it's because you have to get to know the best man to your wedding, but there's a hint of seriousness to that. Robin may only be a teenager, but he's got big dreams ahead of him.

He probably buys you a bandana like his. Please wear it. It doesn't have to be on your head like his; it can be around your neck or wrist. Just please show him you appreciate the gift. You don't even know how much thought he put into this one piece of cloth.

Robin probably dreams about you two sneaking out of your houses and going on random walks and adventures during the night. He probably dreams about having unrealistically fun and comical travels through town. And the dreams probably end with him dropping you off at home with a kiss.

Actually, this boy just really wants to kiss you. Not in a creepy way, but in a 'this is what couples do, right?' kind of way. He wants to do it because it's a big milestone in his life and he wants it to be with you, not with someone he won't even care about. He gets lost staring at your lips sometimes, just imagining what it would be like. It's pretty obvious what he's thinking, too.

Okay, Finney is absolutely teasing Robin over your relationship. He's tired of Gwen teasing him over his crush on Donna and is taking it out on his friend. He's constantly nudging Robin in the arm or going 'hmm okay...' whenever Robin tries to defend himself. It's hilarious.

He loves to buy you sweets and other junk foods whenever he can. If we want to throw some angst in there we could say it was you he was buying lollies/candy for when he was abducted. But seriously, he loves you spoil you in this stuff. Partly because he gets to share and it's cheap, but y'know.

You're always invited to dinners with his family. They usually have takeout, but when you're around they either cook up something good or get pizza (takeout but advanced). Robin's mother is so smitten with your relationship, and always tries to get you to eat more so she can watch you interact.

Though, you did have to earn your place in the family. Romancing Robin was probably the hardest part, but you've still got to prove yourself to his mother and uncle. His uncle is easier; he trusts Robin's decision and trusts you to not be a jerk. His mother is harder; after losing her husband she vowed to protect Robin with her life and is not about to let some potential heart-breaker near her son.

But all you've really gotta do it just be nice and respectful around them. Maybe compliment his mother's cooking or his uncle's new hat. Simple things like that really work.

All-in-all, this boy loves you so much, and he wants people to know it. He's smooth, but not as much of a romantic (though if you begged him to, he would take you on a cheesy date). He's got a good family that care about him and if you prove yourself will come to care about you too. Just be good to him, alright?

#the phone rings #anon #the black phone #the black phone x reader #the black phone x you #the black phone headcanons #tbp #tbp headcanons #tbp hcs #tbp x reader #tbp fanfic #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #the black phone robin #tbp robin #abduction tw #swearing tw #violence tw #fighting tw

[acethegaycard]

Do you ever just become down bad for a character? Imagine the havoc that would wreak in SAGAU... This is mortifying to admit but I legitimately put on my favorite love song for Kaeya as I was playing him. Listen I'm blushing like crazy disclosing this information, so please, how do you think Kaeya (and sagau tbh) would react?

(If nothing else, at least Xinyan would appreciate my music tastes.)

yes omg I do the same thing w/ Xiao 😭 literally have a playlist for him on Spotify lol. also that song is GOOD, its on my playlist now :)

Kaeya hmm....

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Most of the SAGAU characters consider you to be kind. You say positive things towards them when they do a good job, and you even compliment them often!

But, you seem to do those things more often with certain people. You act as if you adore some characters, they think you just like to exaggerate in your words when talking about them. But some start to think that maybe you favor certain people.

I mean, its hard to ignore the music's change in mood whenever a certain somebody comes on screen. Or your incomprehensible, fangirl-like squeals into the nearby pillow whenever he comes on screen.

Kaeya is one with some of the least visible reaction. Don't get him wrong, he's mentally jumping for joy right now. It's just with his attitude, people being attracted to him isn't a very new thing. Though, he'll gloat to others you favor less as if he had won the world cup. He doesn't mean to brag, but he is the optimal choice for one of your favorites. (he is indeed bragging, bragging to Diluc and getting kicked out of the tavern.)

Has a very small period of a flustered reaction when realization dawns on him, before all those feelings go right back to his flirty personality and ego. Everybody in Mondstadt is currently aware of your "subtle" feelings towards him. He tells himself that he's simple proud of this new revelation, but it's just an excuse for him to slyly brag about it even more. The man's become an absolute menace. He's managed to somewhat annoy almost all of the other characters with his bragging, this man will NOT quit.

He has to secure his place in your favor, of course. You'll notice that in battle, he's significantly better than before, even though you didn't even change his build. (in which I mean he actually crits)

If you go over his voicelines, he'll start being brutally honest. Will absolutely start throwing shade at characters you dislike. He feels more open to you now that he's aware you "favor" him. May or may not let one or two dirty secrets come from his mouth at one point. He just wants you to know that he dislikes them too. His own way of trying to make you like him more... by hating on people.

Sly mf suddenly has the charm of a god. Will try his absolute hardest to get you with a very dumb pickup line. He starts randomly appearing during commissions just to talk to you, and you think it's just a new game mechanism. Nope. It's him slowly ending up down bad for you. Oh how those tables have turned. But he'll never actually admit that. He'll just say its his "appreciation" for you. It's a bit more than that. Just a tad though, according to him.

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yeaaaaa uh take this thingy before i go back into my depression hole of no creative return and throw a meteor at my sleep schedule lol

#Genshin impact #genshin #kaeya #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya x reader #sagau #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n

[the-kr8tor]

Okay okay so a few headcannons I have for TTN

Reader totally has a step by step plan for getting hobie to ask her out (listen she'd ask but like it's Hobie we need him to break the ice or we could be reading this all wrong)

She's definitely at every show if she can be but leaves before the "after party". Not her scene she just came to support her boys (hobie and Ned)

She has a hard time making female friends, which is why the sudden bind with Yuri was so nice!

If Yuri stuck around instead of leaving here soon she'd totally start flirting with reader to mess with hobie all the time now that they're best mates now. She'd flirt and Reader would get flustered as fuck but try to laugh it off and play along and Yuri would be like "see hobie that's how it's done. You better be careful looks like I might be cherry's new favorite~"all playfully smug and hobie isn't bothered knows she joking so it just really messing with reader 🤣

Readers taken hobie on like 1500 dates and he still doesn't get that she wants him. I mean come in we dragged him to a runway show! I'm sure we've done similar else where. Having to "convince" him to come when he'd do anything for her.

Obviously it's the same from hobie's side from above I mean he took us to a fabric shop and got all sweet about it. I know there's been more

Hobie complains to Ned about reader and he's told him Tim and time again just go for it at this point he'll just look at him and raise a brow and hobies like yeah yeah I know I should tell her yada yada. Yuri just figured it out and teases while James is a lil special.

I may or may not have a crush on Yuri

Who said that 🤔 anywayyyyyys I love the series, and I love talking about it with you even if you shattered my heart in that last chapter with that ending after all that sugar. I was reading last night for a pick me up before bed and I was left dangling on a cliff after being loaded with friendship sugar. -_- 🫠 I had to re-read to make sure I hadn't missed something.

OMG @dema-heart you got me giggling, kicking my feet! This is so sweet ❤️❤️❤️

Gosh, that's adorable! I can imagine her doing that! Imagine that she has it all planned out in the back of her lil sketchbook, she writes: if I ever grow some balls. Then she has the step by step guide on it lol I think r is very meticulous when it comes to planning and studying

Oh definitely! She's their number 1 fan for a reason, she'd be too shy to mingle with ppl she doesn't know very well.

Oh I love their interaction! I had so much fun writing Yuri (I've based her on an oc of mine lol)

Lmaooo she's too powerful! Plot twist Yuri and the reader run away together 😂🤣

She always convinces him with the promise of shawarma or food lol and it always works like a charm

They're idiots your honor

I love the Idea that Yuri took one look at them when she first met the reader and went "yep they're in love" LMAOOO JAMES 🤣🤣🤣 he's a himbo okay

It's okay I too have a crush on her 😜 The way I wrote her was very attractive lmao she got me blushing and I was the one writing her

Hehehhe I'm glad you liked it! I'm ready to catch you if you ever fall because of the next chapter hehehe

Im honestly thinking about making a oneshot from chapter 4 where they were putting together Hobie's bed, imagine the banter lmao maybe when I finish the series I'll get to write it

#ask answered #thanks angel! #this is so nice! #i love hearing every one's thoughts on ttn

[holding-monsters-hands]

head canons for ted with s/o who's shy/easily flustered? like I'm just imagining Ted being cheesy as hell and them getting all blushy and lovestruck while AM just makes exaggerated retching noises

Ted being cheesy with his shy/easily flustered s/o

GOD he’s such a loser [affectionate]

He’s all over you, constantly pawing at you and cooing about how cute you are.

He is obscenely attracted to you, like you’d have to get benny and gorrister to pry him away from you and even then he’d kick and scream.

He loves you a normal, sane amount [lying]

Oh and he’s always flirting with you, ALWAYS. just the cheesiest shit he can come up with, he gets all giddy seeing your face get all red and when you try to hide away from him- only for you to be scooped up in his arms while he litters kisses across your face.

“There’s my darling! Oh, please don’t hide that pretty face from me..~”

He’ll hug you from behind, swaying with you in his arms as he blows raspberries on your cheek or neck just to make you laugh- you bring out this lovesick fool side of him that makes everyone gag. /lh

mostly AM though, he will constantly make obnoxious retching sounds at the intense displays of affection he’s seeing.

#i have no mouth and i must scream #ihnmaims ted x reader #ted ihnmaims #ihnmaims