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imaniwriting · 4 months

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Could you maybe do drew starkey and reader in an interview talking about things they like about each other on set and off (they’re together)

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (requests are open and are being answered in 1-2 days for the next 2 weeks)

Warnings: none

Summary : y/n and drew are together on an interview called About you.

Genre : fluff

“So y/n, drew!” Exclaimed the interviewer once the Cameras had started rolling again. “Hi!” Exclaimed Drew while bumping you making you laugh and smile at the interviewer and then turn to the camera to wave.

“Hi!” You said looking back to the interviewer who was beaming at you and drew. “ so today you’re completely free to talk about anything really set or off set related,” she started making you nod patiently. “But it has to be about things you like about each other” she finished making drew smile at her. “Sure we can do this.”

Y/n said while Turing to drew she smiled and broke into a laugh and he did too. “God this is so weird. I mean we know what we like about each other but saying it to each other’s face is different.” You exclaimed rubbing your arms against your thighs

“ okay if that’s the way it is lets start different, so Drew tell me one thing that y/n does on set that you like but you haven’t seen a lot of people do or you think is super cool and weird at the same time” said the interviewer making drew nod and think for a moment.

“Boy you better not embarrass me.” You warned before slapping his face playfully. He just smirked at the camera before turning back to the interviewer.

“So one thing i love, find weird and cool at the same time is the fact that y/n does not only memorize her own script she memorizes everybody else’s and so when ever we say one wrong she’s the first to know.”

The interviewer turned to y/n who was already staring at her. “Is that so?” Asked the interviewer while raising her eyebrows surprised. Y/n nodded her head. “It’s just that it’s easier for me to memorize the whole script i don’t really know why.” You tried to explain before turning to drew who was already looking at you smiling.

“Yeah but if we’re talking about off set I really really love her mood swings i can’t even explain it it’s just so funny to see her go from happy to angry” he said making your jaw drop.

“Dude, what?” You asked making him shrug his shoulders before grabbing your face and kissing your cheek. The interviewer had left from the cameras view leaving them alone to just naturally continue the interview.

“Okay im going to reveal a thing drew does in his free time when we have breaks during filming” you started staring knowingly at one of the cameras pointing at you guys “drew reads thirst tweets about himself in his free Time!” you exclaimed when he tried to grab your face to shut you up.

“See! It’s out and he enjoys them, you do not know how many times I’ve seen him smile at his phone thinking he was cheating only to see him like thirst tweets with his fake account. He be biting his nail and shit like that!” You said when drew finally managed to put his hand over your mouth

“Okay well at least i don’t watch edits all day about myself like you do!” He shot back you shrugged “well i just admire editors work you just read things horny people write when they’re bored.”

“Okay that’s its let’s wrap this up guys I’ll have to have a word with Mrs. Y/l here” he said as he got up and walked awfully close to the camera staring into its lens. “She will regret ever revealing that”

“See he doesn’t deny it!” You yelled from the back laughing. But that quickly died down when he ran up to you and picked you up by the waist. “Good bye guys!” He yelled and ran with you over his shoulder around making several crew members laugh out loud.

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goldsainz · 9 months

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TALK IT OUT — one shot.

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

2K CELEBRATION. MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix

summary: misunderstandings are never fun, especially when others are involved.

request: “can we have an angst prompt? i personally want to see mick cry because nobody did write him crying yet - lmk if someone did please ❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜ + mick schumacher”

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst to comfort, the ending is rushed im sorry.

NOTE: first mick fic ever… kinda nervous, kinda excited about it. also hope i did your idea justice, i actually struggled to write sad mick bc he should never be sad as far as i’m concerned😭 that is my golden boy and i will fight for him if needed. (this is like 800 words longer than intended it to)

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Tabloids always lied. You knew this, yet there was a small part of you that knew that beneath all those lies a little bit of the truth always shone from beneath them.

You trusted Mick with your whole heart, something that was essential considering he could be gone for several weeks or even months. It wasn’t that you lacked trust in him, you didn’t trust your own overthinking and negative thoughts.

But this time was different, something in your gut told you that this time was different. Something about the way the photo was taken and the way he was smiling, it just didn't make sense. Especially knowing he had told he had no plans of going out. But there he was, smiling down at a girl who looked nothing like you while you waited for him to come back from working abroad.

Suddenly, all the emotions and excitement you had about him coming home turned into pure dread as you figured out what the hell you were going to do. There was a chance that Mick didn’t cheat on you, but the chance felt too foreign for your broken heart to even consider. If Mick was the man you thought he was, he wasn’t someone who would betray you like that, but the situation was too bad to think straight.

It was late at night when your boyfriend arrived, you heard the door open and close all while clutching your pillow tightly. You hoped he would just see your form and assume you’re asleep, leaving you and your thoughts alone. You hoped he wouldn’t take notice of the tears that damped the pillow, the way your breath stuttered a little from all the crying.

The rustle from his bags didn’t stir you. He didn’t call your name like he usually did when he arrived home late from a weeks-long trip. You assumed he didn’t call for you because he saw your “sleeping” form and chose to leave you alone, probably because he knew how much you loved to sleep and knew better than to wake you up.

After a while, the bed dipped as Mick made himself comfortable beneath the bed sheets. He settled next to you, moving around as he draped an arm around your waist. For a moment you relaxed slightly from his touch, like all the worries in the world could be erased simply because he touched you. In all honesty, his absence has made you slightly touch-starved and you let yourself have this moment of peace because you had craved it for weeks. It didn’t take long for reality to settle in though. The reminder of his actions haunted you, it had since you saw the tabloid just mere hours ago.

You fell eventually asleep, albeit late and with a struggle. The heat of Mick’s body had killed you to sleep and the tiredness of being sad had your body calling it a night.

Waking up wasn’t easy. You wanted to pretend the day before had occurred, and in your head if you were asleep forever then you didn’t have to confront whatever happened. A part of you knew that if Mick didn’t do what the article suggested he did, then your relationship could either go on like it was or it would never be the same. You knew yourself, you knew that a small part of you would always have the nagging thought of “what if”, a thought that would follow you around forever.

You stretched as you got out of bed, feeling your boyfriend's sleeping form not shift in the slightest. You brushed your teeth and did your morning routine like usual, just this time with a terrible feeling at the pit of your stomach.

It wasn’t long after that Mick woke up, his eyes tired and his blonde hair a mess. You had your back turned to him as you prepared breakfast, this time instead of making it for the both of you, you just did two toasts and a glass of juice for yourself.

“Hey, how are you?” He said, his voice raspy from just waking up. You just took a bite of your toast and ignored his words, almost acting as if he wasn’t standing near you.

If Mick found your acting strange, he didn’t outright mention it. Instead, he leaned down and went to press a kiss to your lips, just for you to turn your head sideways as you pretended to grab the glass of juice. His lips met your cheek, and while he would never complain about how he kissed you, Mick had been longing to kiss you ever since he left you. It was something he always looked forward to doing whenever he had to leave for long periods of time, or even short ones.

“I missed you.” His voice is unsure now. Unsure about your actions and if you will respond to him. Your humming to his words does little to console the feeling he gets from you ignoring him.

You place the used dishware in the sink, the clattering of the plates disturbs the uncomfortable silence that surrounds you both.

Usually Mick knows how to keep his negative emotions in check pretty well. He never shouts when he’s mad, or cries when he’s upset, he just tries his best to talk out whatever is happening. But right now, having his girlfriend avoid him when he’s come back from an exhausting trip, is just too much for him to comprehend.

You haven’t even done much to get him teary-eyed, it’s just the simple fact that he craves your attention and you’re not giving it to him. He doesn’t even know why you can’t be bothered to give him the time of day, or why you seem so uncomfortable around him.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Mick asks you after some time goes by, watching as you do everything around the room except look at him. Something in you cracks at the way his voice breaks while asking the question, you know that if you look up at him and see his glossy eyes you will crumble under them. You will throw any anger you have towards him out the window, and as much as you want to, you need more than that to forgive or even forget whatever happened.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” “If I knew why you were avoiding me I wouldn’t be asking.”

“What were you doing Thursday night?” His face is one of confusion, his brows furrowing and nose slightly scrunching up as he assesses your question.

“What?”

“What were you doing Thursday night?” You repeat, this time your voice cracks as you ask him the one question you dread to hear the answer from.

“I worked at the factory till late at night.”

“That’s all? So, you didn’t go out at all?”

Mick’s face is one of pure frustration. Frustration because he can’t believe how oblivious he had been to your feelings, how he went out and you didn’t mention anything about it. Frustration because he should’ve known that the media would get to him and by relation, in between the two of you.

“I did.” He admits, “But it was with a couple of friends, whatever it is that you saw is not what it looks like. I swear.”

“You just coincidentally had a girl all up on you, and you just smiled down at her?”

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N. I wished I could say I did, but honestly, if there was a girl next to me I can assure you I wasn’t smiling because of her or to her, for that matter.”

An unshed tear falls down his cheek at the assumption you're making. The notion that you would ever think he would be unfaithful to you breaks his heart into a million little pieces, like he knows yours did the moment the idea that he cheated on you settled in.

“I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like I would cheat on you.” Mick approaches you slowly, wary of the way you might react. He doesn't think he would bear it if you pulled away from his touch, but he would understand. “But I would never ever do that. I need you to know that.”

When your boyfriend finally reaches you, you can't help but lean into his touch. The hug he gives you is almost crushing, likes he's scared you will run away from him at any given moment. It is just as comforting as it is devastating the way he is holding you, a part of you is grateful that he is so honest and raw with you, but there is a part of you that cant help and question if his words hold any truth, if he is not like many of the other men you've known through the course of your life.

“I want to believe you.” You whisper against him, “I really do, Mick.”

His chin is pressed to the top of your head and you feel him shift to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I have to, schatz, and that's a promise.” There is something about the way he says that, something about the sincerity his words hold that makes you believe him. It wipes away the worries you had and replaces them with pure love, in your heart of hearts you know that Mick would never intentionally hurt you, and if he could help it, ever.

You know just by his words that you’ll be alright.

No matter the tabloids or the drama that follows you, you'll be alright.

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hazelfoureyes · 28 days

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Your new fic a doe in fall has got me..... smiling like a dummy, rolling my eyes back, slamming myself against a damn wall. It hits a little harder bc im also a sexy lil dancer irl 🥹 You're such an amaziNG WRITER AHHH. The part when alastor is talking to his fan I was cackling I can't believeeee I read that with my own eyes, that was gold. And the way you write himmmmm, I love how you are portraying his asexuality in this. Fucking amazing. Beautiful work. Chefs kiss. Muah muah💋 all your works have been divine. I can't wait for more.💕

I basically cuddled this inbox message in my arms for several days 😭 thank you so much! I think Human Alastor had to deal with a lot of issues Demon Alastor doesn’t. In hell everyone knows his reputation and doesn’t even try to fuck with him. But I think human Alastor had to deal with a lot of bullshit and a lot of uncomfortable situations for the sake of fitting in. A lot of “okay if I do this then maybe they wont leave yet”. I think when he does have sex with reader, it’s from a place of just intense emotion about feeling accepted and seen as a whole image and not the mirage he casts out into the world. The moments where he finds himself suddenly not alone he feels compelled to get closer to reader in one of the most instinctive ways humans can, physically tangled together.

sorry, I am obsessed with this story in a weird way, it’s become my HC about his life before his death 🫠

➻❥Hazbin MasterList

Story linked below the cut

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall smut💦

Part 1 - Pretty in Red Part 2 - Liar Part 3 - A Tragedy

#alastor x reader #alastor smut #alastor x reader smut #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor #human!alastor #human alastor #HazelSaysHi

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taintedcries · 2 months

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✧ ҉ㅤ| mercy can you forgive me? [dazai osamu]

Ⳋ᧙.:*♡ destroy my mind, tear my heart anew—for you occupy all the space in my mind even the darkest place, and we know this is unhealthy. continuation of this

It's been a couple of days since you've gotten together with Dazai, you guys would usually sleep together in the same bed.

Usually because now he's been leaving the room in the middle of the night, at first you didn't have much of a problem with it, figuring he was probably going out to get water or something.

.... But, he's been doing this often. You wonder where he goes when he leaves, does he go and embrace other people in the dark of night? Far from your comfort? Did he lose interest perhaps? Maybe you've shown him too much and he decided you weren't interesting anymore..?

You don't know, but all you know is that you hate it, hate having him far away from you, hate him for daring to leave you alone in the night with no explanation.

But, what you don't know is that Dazai has been paranoid for your safety ever since you both got together, he's been having nightmares lately, of, well—you—in danger.

He's been leaving the comfort of your room to take a walk out and maybe check if there's any enemies nearby.. Or so he says but really, he just doesn't want you to see him at his lowest of low

He's glad you've been patient with him but he doesn't know how long it'll last,

Maybe one day he'll tell you why he keeps leaving in the middle of the night. He hopes you don't think it's because of you, but, well in a sense it is. It's not your fault though, it's whoever keeps giving him these nightmares fault.

Though, maybe he won't be able to tell you anymore.

⠀⠀ 𝟅𝟈　︶︶　⠀🪷⠀　︶︶　𝟅𝟈

The next couple of days were hell as he had seemed to inherit some kind of sleep paralysis and started to see things coming for you as he lay there useless, limbs frozen. In his head you have died a hundred times in a thousand different ways. As soon as his sleep paralysis dissipated, he bolted out of the bed. He decided if he has to suffer sleep paralysis he will suffer them alone, so they can’t get to you.

He woke up several mornings in a row to a sight of you on the sofa, feet hanging off the edge, blankets in disarray. His eyes flicker to your face, eyes swollen with tear marks on your cheeks. The suffocating pressure on his chest burst, he had to control the urge to just scream his lungs out. This is too much. You won’t even get in bed with him now.

Has he turned into that big of a disappointment?

“Not enough for you anymore, aren’t I?”

“What?”

He didn’t even bother to sit down, a failure of a human being like him doesn’t get luxuries like sitting down next to you.

“You don’t even come to bed anymore.” He answers bluntly.

“You don’t even stay in bed Dazai.” His lips parted for a moment, but he quickly thought of a reason.

“I always wake up earlier than you.”

You roll your eyes. His heart dropped. You had never done that to him before, he had only seen you roll your eyes at strangers. “Yes. But you don’t stay. You don’t even make me tea anymore, Dazai.”

The rest of his already brittle heart turns to dust as he hears what you have to say.

. . .

“Why don’t we just take a break from each other?” His eyes widened for a split second before he hung his head low. He clenches his fist as he shakes, he could feel tears brimming at the corner of his eye, threatening to come out.

—no, not you too.

But only silence answers.

dont ask me what timeline this is set at, not even i know and im the writer..

anyways @popkinpop haiii pooks i finished it.. :3c (i am about to pass out any second now)

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu x reader

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wambsgansshoelaces · 2 months

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hi, i think u did a similar one already but could i get a hc on how succession characters react to their s/o crying? about feeling sad , or stressed , or losing a loved one , idk , just something mildly serious. i wasn't feeling great today and i started crying and my sister told me to stop crying and was like mean af to me and i could use some gentleness and affection :|

aw anon im so sorry :( I know I’m really late with this but I hope you’re doing much better <3 I’m always here for you in my ask box or pms!! your sister is an asshole you can cry whenever you want all of your emotions are valid and I love u u are so worthy

I hope these make you feel happy <3 enjoy x

serious issues (succession main cast)

Kendall

ᝰ when he notices your mood is off, he immediately goes solemn

ᝰ while if it were something smaller, he’d leave it and let you come up and talk to him on your own

ᝰ but he can tell it’s bad

ᝰ and he’s not going to let you stew in this by yourself

ᝰ he will help you

ᝰ whether you want him to or not

ᝰ he gets you a glass of water

ᝰ and forces you to drink

ᝰ then sits you down and makes you tell him what’s wrong

ᝰ when you do

ᝰ rather, when you burst into tears in his arms

ᝰ he can’t help but feel horrible

ᝰ he cradles your face in his hands and kisses away your tears

ᝰ he apologizes over and over

ᝰ he’s rubbing your back the entire time you tell him what’s going on

ᝰ “cry it all out. i’m right here.”

ᝰ he talks you through it

ᝰ he’s cosplaying his therapist

ᝰ if it was a death, he gets the name of where the service will be held and pays for it in secret

ᝰ over the next few weeks, you can just show up in his office and cry on his shoulder

ᝰ and he won’t ask any questions

ᝰ he always lets you

ᝰ the night you tell him, he keeps an arm hooked around you, keeping your head to his chest

ᝰ he plays with your hair and strokes soothing patterns into your skin for the rest of the night

ᝰ as you recover emotionally, he makes sure to check in on you

ᝰ even long after the incident, you both make sure that you have no bullshit check ins with each other

ᝰ “how are you really”s

ᝰ he makes it clear to you that he will always support you

ᝰ and you’re glad

Roman

ᝰ not really the best with words

ᝰ or emotions

ᝰ or being serious

ᝰ however

ᝰ the only time(s) he is 100% serious is when you’re severely upset

ᝰ the first time it happens, it’s like he stops breathing

ᝰ “hey, come here. something’s wrong. i need to know what.”

ᝰ you tell him

ᝰ it’s the hardest you’ve ever cried

ᝰ the entire time, he grips your hand, gently stroking the back of it with his fingers

ᝰ he’s never been more focused on anything in his life

ᝰ he wishes he could help talk you through it, but he’s physically incapable

ᝰ so what he does is murmur a few comforting words then take you out on a boat ride

ᝰ because of course he has a miniature yacht on call

ᝰ “you can relax, take your mind off everything. i’ll take care of things, don’t worry.”

ᝰ the rest of the day is spent the two of you cuddled together, looking out over the water

ᝰ he doesn’t say anything

ᝰ he feels bad because he doesn’t know how to help you sort through your emotions

ᝰ because god knows he can’t

ᝰ so instead, he spends every waking moment with you, at your beck and call

ᝰ regardless, he’d do anything for you

ᝰ incident or not

ᝰ he listens to you when you talk, of course

ᝰ he just can’t give you any sound advice

ᝰ the nights on the boat, when you’re at your most vulnerable, he makes sure you fall asleep before he does

ᝰ so that he can kiss you to sleep

ᝰ and make sure you fall asleep soundly, feeling safe

ᝰ he’ll never be happy unless you’re happy

Shiv

ᝰ she notices something’s wrong, but doesn’t say anything at first

ᝰ when you don’t come to her at all and instead stay holed up in your room, that’s when she knows something is really wrong

ᝰ she crawls up onto the bed with you, and you feel her hands smooth up your back

ᝰ “what’s wrong? tell me.”

ᝰ does not leave you alone until you do

ᝰ listens intently

ᝰ literally memorizes what you’re saying so that she can help fix things

ᝰ the entire time you’re speaking, she massages at your skin to soothe you

ᝰ and it works

ᝰ thumbs away your tears when they fall

ᝰ she refuses to let you go through this alone

ᝰ she helps talk through your issues

ᝰ nonstop reassuring you that everything you’re feeling is perfectly valid

ᝰ and telling you that if you’re upset, she’s upset

ᝰ and that she’ll stop at nothing to make you happy again

ᝰ in all honesty, she’s extremely inexperienced with cooking and baking

ᝰ but she figures it out just for you

ᝰ she makes you a fudge with strawberries and raspberries frozen into it

ᝰ and it’s surprisingly really good

ᝰ your tears ease as the two of you eat together in bed

ᝰ you’re still sniffling when she gently urges you to lay your head in her lap

ᝰ even when you’re this upset, she’s utterly mesmerized by you

ᝰ your lips when you chew, your cheeks, the plush of your thighs as your pajama shorts hike up your legs

ᝰ “i know it’s hard, babe. i’m here. i’m not leaving.”

ᝰ and she doesn’t

ᝰ she’s at your side for the rest of both your lives

ᝰ she holds your hand through all of your difficulties

ᝰ she always listens, always helps you with your issues

ᝰ she’ll never, ever, let you suffer on your own

ᝰ she wishes she could take your pain from you

ᝰ you’re her sun and moon

Tom

ᝰ the personification of a massive teddy bear

ᝰ when you’re upset, he’s in SHAMBLES

ᝰ he swears he can feel your pain

ᝰ he soothes you every way he knows how

ᝰ he keeps you close, rubbing his hands up and down your sides

ᝰ he makes you your favorite meals

ᝰ refuses to let you do any chores

ᝰif it was a death, he organizes these massive baskets to be delivered to everyone affected

ᝰ and the biggest one goes to you

ᝰ it has all of your favorite sweets, a bouquet of beautiful flowers, a blanket

ᝰ and a love letter detailing how you’re the strongest person he knows

ᝰ and that he loves you more than anything

ᝰ of course, he gives you space if you ask for it

ᝰ but he’s always concerned for you anyway

ᝰ he gives you your time to recover while slowly helping you along

ᝰ after a couple weeks of leaving you be and taking care of you at home, he starts making you go out with him

ᝰ “we’re getting you used to things again.”

ᝰ he stays at your side through all of it

ᝰ will always let you vent to him

ᝰ and always does his best to give you advice and help you through your issues

ᝰ every night is spent the two of you chatting about your days

ᝰ making sure the other is really okay

ᝰ his arms are always warm

ᝰ your bed even more so

ᝰ he always makes sure you’re feeling warm and fuzzy

ᝰ he just loves you so much

ᝰ he’ll never let you go cold

Greg

ᝰ when you start freaking out, he also starts freaking out

ᝰ but he gets himself together

ᝰ because you’re a big deal to him

ᝰ and he loves you

ᝰ so he’ll do everything he can to help you

ᝰ in his own way, of course

ᝰ he honestly sucks at talking you through things

ᝰ but he listens to you

ᝰ he loves listening to you

ᝰ after you tell him what’s going on, he pulls you into his arms

ᝰ he just hugs you for a while

ᝰ he doesn’t let go until you do

ᝰ and you only do that to go to the bathroom

ᝰ when you come back, he has a favorite movie of yours pulled up on the tv

ᝰ “why don’t we watch? I think you could use the brain break. relaxing is good for you.”

ᝰ he keeps you pulled tight against him

ᝰ softly stroking your hair, your neck, your shoulder

ᝰ he’s just hoping your mood is shifting

ᝰ which it is

ᝰ he’s not the best with words

ᝰ and he’s not exactly sure if what he’s doing is helping

ᝰ but bottom line, you know he cares

ᝰ and he wants to help, needs to help you

ᝰ he spends the next few days doing his best to make you feel loved

ᝰ he makes you lunch to take with you to work

ᝰ he makes sure your favorite snacks are always stocked in the pantry

ᝰ always asks things along the lines of “do you want coffee? iced tea? I’ll make anything for you” even though he doesn’t know how to cook or bake anything

ᝰ but he figures it out

ᝰ because the only thing that makes him happy is you

ᝰ and he’ll fucking die if he sees you crying again and he can’t help you

ᝰ his world revolves around you

ᝰ and he loves it that way

Stewy

ᝰ honestly, you being so viscerally upset puts him off

ᝰ his world falls off balance

ᝰ demands you tell him everything

ᝰ keeps your face sandwiched between his hands as you talk

ᝰ his eyes never leave yours

ᝰ he nods, makes soothing noises

ᝰ “okay, here’s what we’ll do. we’re going to go have fun tonight.”

ᝰ he takes you out for dinner

ᝰ the entire night he’s just like eyeing you trying to see if you’re still upset

ᝰ in reality, he’s just a smooth talker

ᝰ he has no idea how to actually get serious

ᝰ so now his efforts are put into making you feel better

ᝰ when you pick at your food, he takes your hand

ᝰ and tries to be profound

ᝰ “I know I kind of suck at this whole handling things seriously thing, but I want you to know I’ll listen to anything- everything you have to say. I don’t… you’re not going through this alone, is what I’m trying to tell you.”

ᝰ it comes out really messy

ᝰ but it’s obvious he cares

ᝰ it’s obvious he loves you

ᝰ and that in of itself makes you feel leagues better

ᝰ you decide to walk off your dinner

ᝰ you both take a stroll, hand in hand, through the streets

ᝰ the night chill is strangely calming

ᝰ but you know that’s just stewy, not actually the chill that’s making you feel at ease

ᝰ “we can try stargazing tonight.”

ᝰ “stew, all I can see when I look up is smoke.”

ᝰ because you literally live in new york

ᝰ where rats live everywhere rent free

ᝰ “we’ll just have to drive out somewhere, then.”

ᝰ he actually does

ᝰ the two of you end up in a bit of a rural area sitting in the trunk of his car

ᝰ he spread out blankets and brought pillows and everything

ᝰ he even stopped at a gas station to get you both slushees

ᝰ in the gas station you both mixed flavors

ᝰ and he keeps stealing from you

ᝰ but it’s okay

ᝰ you’re leaning against him, his fingers are in your hair

ᝰ “I’m sorry I couldn’t help more.”

ᝰ “you’re helping me lots.”

ᝰ you give him a kiss

ᝰ “your lips are all blue, stewy.”

ᝰ “the blue raspberry is just really good…”

ᝰ you turn back to the stars

ᝰ but his eyes aren’t even on the stars anymore

ᝰ they’re on you

ᝰ and if he had it his way, they’d never leave you again

#succession headcanons #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy x reader #siobhan roy #siobhan roy x reader #tom wambsgans #tom wambsgans x reader #gregory hirsch #gregory hirsch x reader #stewy hosseini #stewy hosseini x reader #succession #succession hbo #succession x reader #anon ask #wambsgansshoelaces

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doritochoi · 10 months

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Office gift | S.M

pairing: song mingi x reader

genre: smut, non-idollau

warnings: pet name , unprotected sex, boss & worker relationship, mingi so fucking hot (ofc he is )

summary: you were late at your work and your sexy boss gives you an unforgettable gift.

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You were always in love with your boss. No one could resist him, he was so charming and handsome that he can make you melt in his touch immediately. Everytime when he calls you to come in his office to help him with work you fix your lipstick or lift your skirt a little for him to have a perfect view ,but sadly he didn't notice or maybe he didn't want to notice. Of course he saw everything you did for him, but he was waiting for the right moment and that moment came faster than you expected.

Being late wasn't a habit for you, but this time you were really late..What could you do? You prayed that something bad wouldn't happen or maybe you thought he wouldn't even notice.

You arrived at the company. When you wanted to open the door, a strong wind appeared, making you think that it's better not to go in and maybe you could message your boss that you don't feel very well but you couldn't do that .All your coworkers saw you that you came so you opened the door and entered. Once you opened the door you already felt his perfume. His smell was everywhere, no wonder why all the girls wanted to talk with him or spend time with him. He was too beautiful. You felt horrible going directly to his office, so you went to your office first to leave your things there then you went to him.You were looking at that door for several minutes. Song Mingi's office. You could smell the perfume again, but this time is was too intense so you realized that he was there.

You knocked on the door and he answered with a simple "yes, you can come in". Even his voice was sweet...Just like him. Once you entered, he was there. His posture wasn't an ordinary one, he was standing with his legs apart as if he was waiting for you to sit there. those big and squishy thighs. You wanted to touch them so badly.

You were staring at him for a while until you heard you name.

"Y/n. You've been staring at me for a while'' ,ofc you were .How can you not? His voice , his lips, his body you were in love with everything.

"O-oh really?"

"You know this is not the time to come to work,right?" ,he got up from the chair and walked towards you while you were walking backwards. He was a few centimeters from your face, he closed the gap between you two and bent his head to get close to your face.

"I don't like your attitude today, darling" he said that with his husky voice. A hand appeared on your waist making you startle a little.

"I should have given you this gift a long time ago, but I couldn't" ,he caressed your waist with his long fingers, grabbing a part of your shirt.

"What gift-"

"You know I noticed everything right? I bet when you're alone at home, you masturbate calling out my name and looking at my photos"

"How did you-"

"If you wanted to fuck me that much you could ask , im free all the time" ,he ripped your skirt reaching the floor, putting his cold hands between your legs feeling the wetness on your panties.

"Oh you are so wet and i didnt even touch you . Come on let me show you my gift . "

He took you in his arms pushing you on the desk tearing your shirt along with your underwear.

" Sir, that was expensive"

"Don't worry, i will buy everything for you"

He started to admire you, looking at every part of your body.He was playing with his fingers on your pussy, then he stuck a finger inside making you scream.

"If you're gonna scream like that, I'm sure everyone on this floor will hear us.

"How i am supposed to be quiet when you're teasing me like that"

"And this is just the beggining love "

That was it, he smashed his lips on yours feeling you want more, so he started to give soft kisses on your neck. You didn't like what he was doing so now you were on top of him, and he was only looking at you and the movements you were making. You kissed his neck, leaving traces of red lipstick, and you unbuttoned his shirt seeing his toned abs. Now you were extremely down . You unbuckled his belt feeling his hard cock there . It was big. Bigger than you could have imagined.

"Do you think i can handle it?" Its so big for me "

" Don't worry i will make sure he will fit you"

After some minutes it was a mess. Clothes were thrown everywhere. The office was filled with your moans and the most important thing , his big dick was in you , moving in and out. The pleasure you had was a very pleasant one.

"You're so tight , kitten " I love you" .Soon you felt him twitch between your tight walls.

“Come on kitten,cum with me.” he said cumming inside you while you also came.

“Oh god that was amazing.” he looked at the mess he did and he was impresed , he liked it so much , he loved your pussy so much.

"I promise next time it will be better in bed "

"So round 2?"

"Ofc lets go to my house" , you giggled and kissed his nose , then got up dressing to go home .

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#song mingi #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez #atz #ateez imagine #ateez mingi #mingi imagines #mingi #mingi smut #mingi ateez #mingi x reader

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the-sinister-story-teller · 18 days

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Can i request some more angel dust x !male reader? Perhaps during the later part of the final battle in episode 8, readed is severely injured but still alive, angel isn't present as he and reader got separated during the chaos, angel only finds him AFTER adam and the rest are defeated and angel runs to get aid (i was thinking lucifer, i bet he can heal somebody), then later when reader is in bed resting/sort-of-coma angel comes into his room to tell him how much he loves him? And reader hears all of that so after he gets better they have a party at the hotel to celebrate, and later that night reader confesses to angel that he heard him? Yeah that would be cathartic

A/n: OMGGG YESSS! I haven't really gotten a request like that yet and I'm SO excited to do it!! It's gonna be so cute oml🥺

Angel Dust x M!Reader ~ I've Got You Now

Topic: request above ^^^^^

Mentions: Male reader, angst, violence, fluff, switching between using 'Y/n' and 'your/you're'

Angel let out a sigh, hugging Fat Nuggets close before straightening up, looking around. Charlie went to his aid in a worry.

"Angel...? You ok? There aren't any angels-" She said, reaching to him, before he cut her off.

"I know THAT but where th' hell is y/n!? H-He isn't anywhere! FUCK!!" He hisses. The angels had been slaughtered, and so was Adam (via nifty), and despite the hotel being nothing but rubble, everything turned out relatively ok...except for...Y/n that is. Angel and Charlie both scoured the debris, huffing and puffing. Mainly Angel however as he was terrified something bad had happened. The two had gotten separated and Angel at first thought Y/n could handle himself but now, he was paranoid that something happened. "Sh-Shit I can't find 'im!! Charlie anything!?" He called out the the princess, as she lifted yet another piece of rubble.

"No Angel!" She called back as Angel was on the brink of tears, on the near edge of a panic attack. That was until he saw something in the corner of his eye. Turning that direction, he gasped.

"Y/N!!!" He shouted, running to Y/n's body, tearing up from joy, going to his side, realizing you were unconscious. Panicked, he set you down gently. "Don't worry, I'll be back ok..? Just...Just stay with me." He spoke, before running off to Charlie. "Where the FUCK is Lucifer!?" He snapped and Charlie stammered before noticing her father, simply pointing before Angel ran off to him, desperately explaining the situation to him, rambling and stammering constantly along the way. Lucifer understood and rushed to Y/n's unconscious body, and taking him into care.

"Until the hotel is rebuilt I'll keep him at my living space...Don't worry, I'll keep care of him." Lucifer assured and Angel HATED the idea of him not being able to check up on you, but reluctantly agreed. It took a bit, but the moment the hotel was rebuilt, Y/n was moved into his new room, now healing there. Angel sat by your bed with nuggets, sighing softly. A knocking erupted from the door, and he lifted his head to look at it.

"Come in.." Angel muttered, seeing Charlie and Lucifer walk in. Lucifer went to Angel, patting his head.

"You don't need to worry for him Angel. He's healed, just unconscious at the moment. He'll wake up soon, I know he will." Lucifer assured and Angel sighed, fixing the sheets that were held around your body.

"I know it's just...I hate seein' him hurt.." Angel murmured and Charlie hummed.

"We get it Angel...But hey! He'll wake up in no time! Ok? Just have some hope.." She muttered, taking Angel's hands as he sighed with a light smile.

"Thanks princess...It...Means a lot.." Angel said. The three conversed a bit, before Lucifer and Charlie exited, leaving the two of you alone. Truth was, you weren't unconscious anymore. Actually, you had just stirred awake from it all. Though, you wanted to stay at rest, because the lights hurt your eyes.

Angel sighed, sitting back down, brushing hair out your face. "I...I need to get this off my chest...I know you're unconscious, but I can't continue keeping this a secret...I love you Y/n. I love you a lot...Flaws n all. I should've told you sooner...In case you don't...make it.." Angel muttered, his voice cracking from the tears he held back. "I just wanted you to know that I love you so fucking much...I don't know if you feel the same, I don't know if you will tell me when you wake up, but...Even if you can't here me, I still want to tell you that I adore you.." He confessed. Your heart was racing. You weren't expecting this. He...confessed his love to you!! God you were thrilled to have known that.

About a day later, not even, you stumbled out your room, going to the lobby. Everyone was sitting down, either drinking coffee or eating, that was until you spoke.

"So...what's for breakfast guys?" You asked with a lighthearted chuckle. You could hear your name from every person in the room, except for one. "Angie? Ya missed me?" You joked, as Angel welled up with tears, rushing to you and hugging you, before lightly punching you.

"Don't scare me like that again ya fuckin' asshole!! I thought you DIED!!" He scolded with a laugh wiping his tears softly, hugging you again.

"Nah. You'd beat my ass if I died." You sarcastically joked, hugging him back.

"We have to celebrate this!!" Charlie exclaimed as Vaggie smiled from her girlfriends enthusiasm. So, as per the princesses request, a celebratory party was indeed thrown. Husk handled everybody's drinks, actually enjoying his job like this. Alastor, Charlie, and Lucifer were all handling food. You, Angel, and Nifty set up decorations. Once everything was done, it was lively in the hotel, despite the lack of recipients residing there. But that was just fine by you. You laughed with Charlie, before venturing off to find Angel.

"Aaaangie! I got cha' a pastry! Alastor made it. I'm honestly shocked he could bake." You joked, going onto the balcony with Angel, handing him the baked good.

"Thanks tootz." Angel hummed with a laugh, leaning on the railing while eating, as you reciprocating his actions.

"Hey Angel...You ever consider dating?" You asked. You weren't curious. You were starting a way to also confess to him like he did to you.

"Huh? I mean...I guess. A couple times, why?" Angel perked, blushing a bit. You simply shrugged.

"I guess I just need help, that's all."

"With?" He raised a brow, looking at you. He was losing hope, that maybe you liked someone else.

"With confessing to my crush. He's super fucking pretty, and out my league." You said with a soft chuckle, blushing. Angel felt a bit hurt, overthinking this all.

"Ok well...Tell me 'bout him! Knowing a person you love makes it easier to confess ya'know!" He laughed.

"Alright well...He lives here, uh...again, he's so fucking pretty; not even pretty, GORGEOUS. Great taste in clothing, he's the best pet dad ever, and let's see..." you thought. Angel sat there, bright red. Nobody else fit those things besides him...He was really curious on what the next thing would be.

"...oh, and I think he confessed to me the other night." You said softly, coy. Angel went wide eyed.

"Wh-Wha?" He nervously chuckled, tapping the railing sheepishly. You turned to him, holding on of his hands in yours.

"Angie...I heard you...and-" Angel was quick to cut you off.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry if I sounded creepy I didn't know you were awake and I just wanted to tell you but-" he stammered, before you laughed, shushing him.

"Dude, relax...I was going to say, that I feel the same...I love you to, Anthony." You muttered and he teared up before pulling you into a tight hug. You returned it, as you both shared a quick, loving kiss.

"I thought you were gonna reject me!" Angel laughed, as you snickered, resting your head right above his chest, gazing up at him.

"I could never...I'd never forgive myself if I did!" You joked back as the two of you shared a sweet chuckle, before Angel sighed.

"I'm so fucking glad I went to hell and got you...It makes everything so much more worth it.." He muttered, "I love ya Y/n.."

"I love you too, Angel."

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A/n: I hope you enjoy!!

#angel dust fluff #hazbin angel dust #angel dust oneshot #angel dust x reader #x reader #male reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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I saw your requests were open! And this is my first time requesting so if i accidentally contacted you at a bad time im sorry! And i have a lil thing in my mind🤭 what if

Professor zhongli x Professor reader. I think someone made smth like this. But like i want smut man, tho fluff is adorable. I WANT SOME SLUTTY SMUTTY GOODNESS. Ahem excuse me 🤧🤭

Love your writing and dont forget to eat and drink water mwah mwah! If you ever need someone to talk to im available at all times! Kiss kiss

- new anon (call me cherry or 🍒)

I always love getting new Anons! Hey Cherry, I hope you like it here and I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request.

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, collage au, praise, classroom sex, rough sex, flirting, co-workers, secret relationship, grinding, dom/sub dynamics, under the desk blowjobs, almost getting caught, remote controlled vibrator

A/N: There's this one fanart that I saw of Zhongli as a professor and it is delicious! I'm using that for inspiration.

Professor!Zhongli who has a remote that he uses to control your vibrator during classes. It was a little gift he bought you and that you have been using for several weeks now. He always turns it on when he knows you're on break or when he passes you by in the hallways.

Professor!Zhongli who teases you constantly. It only fuels the rumors that the two of you are dating. Some students are jealous but the majority think that the two of you make a cute couple. He's always winking at you or praising you.

Professor!Zhongli who likes your relationship better when it being kept a secret. Don't get him wrong, he looks forward to the day that the two of you announce that you're dating but you have to admit that there is something very exciting and dangerous about keeping your flings secret as much as possible.

Professor!Zhongli who always stays after class and waits for you. You don't have the same schedules often so one of you is always waiting for a while. Sometimes you just walk part way home together, or decide to spend the night at each others place.

Professor!Zhongli who always listens to your lectures but also loves seeing you go stupid for and on his cock. Grated he also can't hold back once the two of you are alone in the classroom and the moment you get between his legs and start sucking on his dick all other thoughts leave him, it's you and him now, just your talented mouth and hand on his cock.

Professor!Zhongli who turns up your vibrator when you're sucking him off. He can't be the only one having a good time, he's no selfish lover after all. The man can't stop himself when he sings your praises, your mouth feels so good when your lips close and suck on his cockhead, your mouth is warm when you take him all in, it feels so good to make you shut up with his cock.

Professor!Zhongli who makes you choke on his cock when he suddenly slides forward in his chair and pushes you under the desk. His hands are on the back of your head, keeping you still. He's talking to someone, but you're not gonna make this easy for him, you can still move your lips and tongue after all. He needs to make up a really good excuse or else he's gonna end up shooting his cum all over the underside of his desk.

Professor!Zhongli who pulls you up and pushes you onto the desk as soon as you're alone again. He takes the vibrator out of your pussy, and quickly replaces it with his throbbing cock. Your panties are ruined on the floor, you're making a mess on his desk with your arousal but he couldn't care less, you misbehaved and you need to be punished.

Professor!Zhongli who has no problem slapping you when you ask for it. If you want to be slapped, degraded and be treated like a whore he'll gladly do all of that for you. He's not fully sure if you're earned to be treated like that but your pussy feels amazing when it tightens around him so he'll give you just one slap as a reward.

Professor!Zhongli who puts the wet vibrator on your clit and activates it. It's beyond drenched from you. How dirty of you, walking around plugged up all day, trying not to think of him, having no choice but to sneak into the bathroom and touch yourself. Oh he knows, did you really think he wouldn't notice you taking longer then usual to meet up for lunch? He knows you, and your pussy, too well by now.

Professor!Zhongli who always makes sure that you have extra panties so he can keep your ruined ones. Or if you've been really bad he can just send you home without any underwear on. Let the whole school see what a horny little slut you are.

Professor!Zhongli who always finishes inside of you because he doesn't want to get his cum on your clothes. He's fine with your slick getting on his abs and thighs, he can wipe that off, same goes for his cum when it dripping from your quivering pussy or when it's on your mouth, chin or thighs.

Professor!Zhongli who offers to take you out to eat afterwards. You've both worked up quite the appetite. In fact why don't you come over to his place, he can make something for you and then you can have each other for dessert.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin smut #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli imagines #zhongli smut #zhongli x female reader

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siilvan · 6 months

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IT'S GIVING JEALOUS-IN DENIAL-GRUMPY-SIMP!MAKAROV I- im crying

oh god i've never seen that first pic, the way he's leaned back and sorta manspreading… good lord i need him in ways disastrous to feminism. till he forgets his tragic past. gonna make him forget he wants to take over the world, save humanity frfr

*ahem* this, uh… i'm not responsible for this drabble, loosely bloodsport-based but more or less just simping, enjoy bestie 🤭

(little bit of suggestiveness BTC, y'all have been hungry for him anyway <3)

ангел – angel (pronounced as written, with a hard 'g' lol)

мое небо/moye nebo – my heaven

he is not a man often annoyed by the "small things" but this, this sight has his blood boiling beneath his skin.

you're standing across the room, about fifteen paces away, chatting with one of his captains. a loyal soldier and a fine field commander, often successful when fulfilling his orders, and makarov's willing to admit: not an unattractive man by most standards. the captain is allowed to walk behind him for a reason, he's pleased with his work.

but, he is just a captain. he holds only a sliver of the power that makarov holds. of the people in the room, he is a mere ant, something that he could crush under his boot in a fit of rage and the only quarrel would be disposing of the body. why are you so interested in him? are you not drawn in to the strength, the pride, the influence that makarov has?

he shifts in his seat, leaning forward and letting his eyes narrow at the sight. your back is to him, but the captain— oh, the captain knows very well what the look makarov sends his way means.

you've encroached on my territory.

makarov doesn't hear the next words quickly stuttered out by the man, but it's shortly after that he nods in farewell and darts out of the room. like a child being scolded; the smile that pulls at the edge of his lips gives away his feeling of cruel satisfaction. no matter how esteemed any of his men may be, he stands alone at the top.

you blink at the door after the captain darts out before visibly shrugging and shaking your head. you turn around, eyes immediately finding his, and some unfamiliar sensation tugs at makarov's heart when he catches the glimmer of familiarity in your gaze.

he shifts again, leaning back into a more relaxed position. with your attention on him once more, he can allow his shoulders to drop, his rigid posture to soften. just keep your eyes on him.

"let me guess – that excuse of 'i need to clean my knives' was actually meant to mean, 'my commander is glaring daggers at me?'" you ask, crossing the space in a leisurely stroll, far more collected than when you first arrived several weeks ago.

he chuckles, lifting a hand to signal to his soldier standing nearby. "warden, give us some space."

the masked woman's gaze flits between you two, before she responds with a single nod and a clipped "yes, commander." she marches out of the room and the door clicks shut behind her, leaving you standing alone in front of him.

"if he has time to chat, he has time to work." makarov says, his hips briefly lifting as he adjusts his position, head lolling back just slightly to look up at you.

"that's a shitty way to boost morale," you comment, mouth briefly twitching up into a bemused smile nonetheless. "why did you really send him away?"

he dismisses your question, shaking his head. "i suppose i shouldn't be surprised that a woman of your position is observant, should i?"

you smile, again, wider and longer this time. "no, you shouldn't." you mutter.

for a moment, you two are left in that position, locked in a stalemate of neither person wanting to make the next move. observing the other, attempting to read their thoughts through nothing but minimal body language. you shift your weight from one leg to the other, hands clasping in front of yourself as you tilt your head to the side slightly, barely noticeable.

your next move.

makarov says nothing more as he pats his knee, silently giving a command. it's not a question, not a request— there is no uncertainty in the action.

he catches the flash of hesitation that crosses your face, and in reply, he offers his hand. the red light cascading over the room could almost be mistaken for an omen, a sign of what is to come in the distant future as soon as you place your hand in his.

he pulls you forward, gently, urging you to close the distance yourself. take the final leap.

carefully, you step forward and place your legs on either side of his, knees pressing into the plush cushions of the sofa as you let your weight rest on his thighs. your free hand, originally awkwardly sitting at your side, comes to rest on his bicep before lightly skating up to clutch his shoulder, the crisp fabric of his suit soft under your touch.

he draws you closer still, arm moving to circle around your middle, bringing you forward until your chests are flush, your rapidly-beating heart a contrast to his own, thumping steadily as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing an uncharacteristically chaste kiss against your skin.

"he is not worth your time, ангел." he murmurs, lowering your hand.

"and, you are?" you ask, brows lifting curiously with the question.

"by birth right, i am," he replies quickly, voice low but confident. he isn't hiding the confession, he's reserving it for your ears alone. "no matter how many men may catch your eye for a fleeting moment, no matter how many think they stand in front of me in the queue for your hand, i will always be at the front, even if i must eliminate the competition to do so. i was born superior, i alone am worthy of your grace, мое небо."

a small part of you wants to argue, to tell him no, he has to earn that privilege, but a far larger part of you keens at his words, at his hands on you, gloved fingertips dancing along your spine and digging into the plush of your hip.

"you seem awfully confident for a man silently begging to be touched." you mutter, a sharp exhale escaping you when his hand leaves your hip to slowly slide up your side, thumb trailing along your front and stopping just below the curve of your breast.

he chuckles, dropping to a gravelly whisper as his lips hover mere inches from yours, dark eyes boring into yours and rendering you immobile.

"kiss me, then." he says, unabashed. "please, ангел." he adds after a beat, tongue darting out to wet his lips. the darkness in his gaze gives way to hunger, like a beast eyeing prey, waiting for it to run so he can give chase.

you draw in a breath, metaphorically and physically swallowing down the hesitation that bubbles up again. he has you right where he wants you, caught in his trap, but as his hands push you down, his hips raising again to press right into your clothed core, you find that you suddenly don't care.

you practically fall into his embrace, cupping his jaw and pressing your lips to his, matching the predator in hunger; like a rabbit leaping on a wolf instead. his firm grip becomes almost painful as he tugs you impossibly closer, his hand coming up to the nape of your neck, holding you in place against him.

you should have expected him to take over, to reclaim his spot in control. the most makarov will ever do is share, which alone is an honor, but he will never completely give his control away.

you're falling deeper, watching the light fade as you burrow farther into the earth, further into the pitch blackness that is him. it's hard to care, nigh impossible to think about anything else when you're so far down the rabbit hole.

worry about his touch, his lips, the satisfied rumble in his chest when he practically purrs your name against your lips. everything else can wait.

#went a little crazy sorry #btw the only reason why i didn’t finish bloodsport last night #is because i was outlining a historical au for the series…#so even once bloodsport is finished.. there’s at least two spinoff/au fics planned currently #i make no promises but that’s where i’m at LMAO #sylph.replies #sylph.writes

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lobstermobster-95 · 9 months

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Down in the Wicked Depths Below

Woe to the man

The dark-eyed sailor

Ship’s adrift

And the sea’s his jailor

Drag him down

Down, down, down

Down in the wicked depths below

Woe to the man

The dark-eyed sailor

Ship’s adrift

And the sea’s his jailor

Drag him down

Down, down, down

Down in the wicked depths below

Lost at sea, the sailor cried

I will not die

The sea shall bow to me

“That was quite a display,” Finnegrin said as he rummaged through the piles of assorted junk on his desk. His gruff voice drowning out the singing voices of the crew on deck. “All that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in pain, you completely lost yourself.”

Callum looked away.

The tidebound captain wasn’t wrong. Seeing Rayla like that – writhing and screaming in pain, skin turning blue as if she were already dead – it did something to him. Just like it always did something to him when he thought he’d lost her.

That spell had simultaneously caused a pain in Callum that was so deep that he couldn’t think or see straight. He’d forgotten any spells or tricks that could have helped him and instead did the only thing he could think of.

It had at least been a solid hit – something his younger self would be in awe of for several reasons. A lot of good it had done him though.

At that moment, Callum caught sight of Bait’s empty cage and for a terrible, brief second, thought perhaps the little guy had already been cast into the depths. However, Finnegrin stepped aside and revealed the glow toad had been crammed into another smaller cage.

“What are you doing?” Callum asked, feeling confident he already knew the answer.

“Oh, don’t worry. The cage is for his protection,” the captain replied with a smug smile. “This way, he lures us a leviathan but doesn’t get eaten.”

He crossed the room and stood before Callum, looking down at him with the black-hearted confidence of a man who had spilled more than his fair share of blood. “The one getting thrown into the sea serpent’s hungry mouth is your elf girl.”

He may as well have been strapped to an anchor and dropped into the sea for how quickly Callum became submerged in the crushing weight of dread and panic. He struggled against the chains that bound him to the post, but there was no give.

He couldn’t lose Rayla. Not again. Not ever again.

“No, no wait!” The words leapt from his tongue without his consent. “A dying breath, blood filled with hatred, and a unicorn horn. That’s the dark magic you want. Just…just let her go.”

They could deal with the ramifications. They would find a way to protect Domina Profundis, but Callum had to protect Rayla first.

A beat passed as Finnegrin paused in the doorway before he began to click his tongue in disappointment like a parent about to scold their child. “Oh, my poor lad,” he said. “That deal was no longer on the table.” He chuckled, pulling the door open and quickly disappearing through it, leaving Callum alone as he sunk even deeper into despair.

“No!” He called out to no avail. “No!”

Again he struggled and again the chains around his wrists did not budge.

Hot tears began cutting their way down his cheeks. This was really it. Rayla would die and a piece of him would die right alongside her. They had only just begun to truly mend their relationship. The last few weeks began replaying in Callum’s mind

Staying in his and Ez’s old, adjoining rooms had been his idea. After Umber Tor, he’d shed the last piece of the already-cracked and crumbling armor he’d built around his heart over the last two years. He’d opened himself back up to her, and it was wonderful. They’d often stayed up late during those nights, fretting over Ezran and the others or just talking like they used to.

Then they’d traveled to Lux Aurea, retracing the steps they’d taken together on that first world-changing journey. The route had been easier this time. There was no dragon egg to hide and protect, no duplicitous aid from Soren and Claudia, and no race to outrun an impending battle with Viren’s corrupted army.

And with the border open, the route itself had become more traveled, leading to amenities like the inn they’d stayed at. Seeing Rayla happy and at peace that night had filled Callum’s heart in a way it hadn’t been in two years. He’d wanted to kiss her again, to hold her and tell her he loved her.

Now he desperately wished he had.

He could hear shouts and thuds from above him and his heart began to pound. He didn’t have much time.

Looking around for something, anything he could use to free himself, Callum spotted it. The slug Finnegrin had offered as a dark magic conduit.

No. No he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

He’d sworn to himself that he would never do dark magic again. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t who he wanted to be. He’d vowed to write his own destiny.

…But what would that destiny look like without Rayla?

The question seared his heart like a brand because he knew the answer immediately. Without Rayla, he had no destiny. If he allowed her to die when there was something, anything , he could have done to save her, the anguish would fester in his body like a blight and consume him from the inside out.

He would do anything for her.

Anything.

Pulling against the chains one last time, Callum reached out and grabbed the slug.

The sunrise was beautiful, almost mockingly so after all that had happened the night before.

Callum sat at the base of the mast, feeling no modicum of triumph or elation at their victory. He felt like a liar, a sham. He was the first human mage to do primal magic and still he’d resorted to dark magic.

He thought he was better than this. But was he? Was he any better than Viren or Claudia if he would dirty his hands with the lives of innocent creatures if pushed far enough?

“So…” Came a voice through the fog. “Two primal sources? Now you’re just getting greedy, mister mage.”

Callum saw Rayla as she sat down next to him, felt the warmth of her living, breathing body, but he didn’t feel any less ashamed. If she knew what he’d done to save her, she’d be disgusted and furious, as she should be.

“Callum, are you okay?”

Was he? He let the question sink deep before nodding his head and letting his eyes finally unfocus from the abyss he’d been staring into.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling a smile up along with him. “Yeah, I’m okay. I am.”

He looked at Rayla as she smiled back at him, his heart feeling full and complete as she brought a hand up to his cheek.

“I’m glad,” she said softly.

She pulled him into a hug and Callum felt guilt wrap itself around him along with her arms. Below them, somewhere in the guts of the hull, two dark magic snakes now slithered and slunk because he’d brought them to life.

He’d broken his oath, and as Rayla sighed contentedly, holding Callum like she had when they’d first fallen in love, he knew that he would do it again in a heartbeat to save her.

And that’s what scared him more than anything.

#tdp #the dragon prince #tdp spoilers #tdp season 5 #rayllum #angst #i wasnt ready #stayed up all night #ahhhh

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your girlfriend to dyke posts make me crazy im crawling up the wall i love tjemmm transfem lawlaw... Slobbering... Fat butch strade ... Im going crazy. girlfreak ren.... mwah. Perfection. when u can please Please write more.... you are the only one on this website with such a huge Massive brain for girlfriend to death writings...

YOU ARE SO WELCOME!!!!!!!! this ask got me drooling like a dog thinking about dykes to death, so YES more of them <333

continued lesbicious daddy kink usage ahead and typical btd nastiness. maybe cw for femcel girlfreak misogynycore in ren's too (g-d forbid a woman does anything)

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"Nghh…hah…"

You groaned softly as Law pressed her fingers into your mouth, feeling each worn callous (she'd quit the warehouse weeks ago but her hard-working hands would never go away) rub against your tongue.

The metal of the ring gag was a little painful on your sensitive teeth and the tight leather strap binding it inside your mouth was pulled to its very tightest around your head, but you didn't have the voice to complain about it now.

Especially not now, while you were drooling into her palm.

Lawrence smiled serenely down at you, as beautiful and detached as an angel was to a human being, as you were reduced to a drooling, incoherent mess in front of her. She slowly took her fingers out of your mouth for a moment to look at their hand; not too surprised to find it all dampened with spit.

Then she looked at you again, trying not to smirk.

"…I think someone's enjoying themselves." She murmured quietly, rubbing her fingers together, feeling the sticky wetness of your saliva clinging to her pale skin as it pooled down her wrist and arm and ran down her sleeve.

"Ufff…"

Any potential words came out in a wheeze and a cough, your face flushed with embarrassment as you tried to beg for her mercy with your gaze alone, a mercy you wouldn't come close to receiving.

Lawrence's gaze shifted from her fingers and back to you, and her eyes never left yours once they were there.

"You're a mess…" She said quietly, leaning forward on her knees (her skirt riding higher up, exposing her tight stockings) to where you were bound, your limbs reduced to useless appendages with a severe amount of duct tape, like they had been amputated at the elbow and knee. "I'm honestly not quite sure if I should be turned on or a bit disgusted. Maybe I'm both…"

She brought her palm to her own mouth, then, and your nose wrinkled with silent disgust as she dragged her tongue along the puddle of drool you had left on her palm, moaning wetly at the taste of you as it spilled down her throat.

Law couldn't resist a slightly airy titter at the look of your face, as she drank up your spit and licked her lips as she did it, like she was indulging in a delicious meal.

"Oh," She said, smiling in a cold way that didn't touch her eyes. "I see. I disgust you, don't I?"

You didn't have the chance to react before she leaned in even closer, gripping your shoulders tightly (where your clenched fists were forced to) and bringing her face close to yours. Her tongue trailed along your spread lip, leaving more spit in its wake as it went. You tried to pull back, despite how tightly you were bound, tried to protest or shout out pleas for help, but your gagged lips simply trembled as she dragged her tongue around the gaping maw your mouth had been reduced to.

"Mmm," She moaned, delicately lapping away a string of spittle that joined your lips. "I didn't know you were the type to shy away when someone touches you….I'm sure that wouldn't be an issue if it was anyone else…maybe it's just me you don't like, hm?" She hummed softly, sweetly, eyeing you through her blonde lashes. "Is that it?"

"Upff…" You wheezed, unable to reply in any thoughtful way.

"Do you want to know why I brought you here?" She then asked, her eyes drifting down your bound body, her hand sliding along the collar of your shirt as she tilted her head curiously.

"Hah?" You looked at her beneath your half-lidded, hazy eyes, your toes curling where they had been tied behind you.

"It's because I want you." She said, leaning in to run the bridge of her nose along your trembling jaw, pressing her hand beneath your shirt and feeling the bulky padding of your bra. "I want you so badly…do you want me too?"

"Ah…"

"No, no, you're right, you can't answer that yet." She said slowly, solemnly, with a slight frown as she continued to toy with the collar of your shirt. "So, I know you can probably guess what comes next…right? I've already got you bound…and you're covered in all this drool. We should get you cleaned up."

"Upff…" You grunted in alarm as she stood to her feet and stepped away from your helpless body, her long skirt swishing back down around her ankles, to find a pair of short, pruning shears from her desk of repotted plants and supplies.

Her placid, angelic smile only grew broader as she looked at the shears in her hand and then looked back at you with that same intensely cool gaze.

"Don't worry sweetie, I'm just going to cut away everything cold, that's covering you." She said softly, her voice a gentle and matronly shush. "Just relax. You'll feel much better once I do, I promise. Just try to relax…"

Swallowing hard (the best you could around the metal ring) you stayed as still as you could manage as she slid the cool, metal shears down the front of your shirt and began to cut away the fabric with the sharp snip-snips of metal and shredding cloth

Her breath caught in her throat as the shirt fell off in damp tatters and she saw your bared skin, sticky and wet with drool and spittle.

Law then slowly slid the sheers back up the front of your trembling sternum, all the way up the bottom of your bra, careful to not cut you in the process. She took in what seemed to be a deep breath and gradually cut through both straps of your bra before reaching back to release the hooks keeping the padded cups closed.

You let out a little grunt of discomfort, your cheeks blazing and your head going a little foggy, as your heavy chest sagged downwards and she removed the bra completely from your body, tossing it to the side so that she could see you fully, with no obstructions.

"Do you know how good you look to me right now? How perfect this is…"

Law leaned in slowly again, setting her shears to the side and slowly, gradually, palming her hardened cock through her skirt. She kept her voice as soft and as gentle as possible like she was trying to entice you and not scare you.

Like she was trying to seduce you.

"You're my little doll right now…my little doll that I can do whatever I want with…"

🦊

"What are you up to?"

You rested your chin casually on Ren's slim shoulder as she stared ahead at her computer, backlit by her colour-changing LEDs and the warm glow of her desk lamp, so wrapped up in what was playing on it that she barely even acknowledged you were there.

Ren was weird, in the hot and cold games she liked to play with you.

She went through all the effort of kidnapping you and keeping you in her house, keeping you dependent on her, and yet, she didn't even care enough to pay attention to you when you actually wanted it.

Usually, she would have been ecstatic to have you draping over her, needy and desperate, but not tonight.

"I'm watching a show," She replied a little curly, shrugging you off of her and glaring at you over her shoulder, an eyebrow raised as she tilted his head, her LEDS shifting the a pale blue. "You don't normally hang around my room. What gives?"

"I'm bored, Ren." You complained, just as curtly, toying with the fuzzy point of her fox ear before she swotted at your hand idly. "Is that so wrong?"

"Well, I'm watching this romance anime, so…don't come near me, I need to see this next scene." She said, slightly more aggressively than she probably meant to, and from what you saw, it looked like the episode was nearing its climax.

"Well, what anime are you watching?" You then asked a little tersely, letting out a dejected little huff before sitting on the side of her bed with your arms crossed, watching the screen, feigning interest.

"Shh!" She shushed, sitting forward in her seat, her tail wagging. "This is a very important scene. It's a confession, y'know, the entire show has been building up to this. She just confessed to her!" She muttered under her breath, glancing over at you. "So, can you shut up for a minute?"

"Jesus christ," You mumbled with a slight roll of your eyes and an exasperated chuckle.

"What?" She asked, narrowing her own at you, her ears tipping back, (colours changing to purple).

"Do you realize how much of a NEET you sound? Watching lesbian porn-"

"It's NOT porn-" She interrupted you, raising her voice and pausing the video.

"Whatever," You interrupted back, throwing your hands up. "You're watching pretend girls kiss when you have a real girl half-willing to do shit with you! It's pathetic."

"Well…well," Her cheeks flushed a furious pink in response to what you said and she gritted her sharp teeth angrily, trying her best not to show how much your comment (very obviously) made her blood boil. "Maybe I'd want to do stuff with you too if you weren't such a fucking prude!"

"Excuse me?" You gaped, brows furrowed. "A prude? You're calling me a prude now?!"

"Yeah!" She then stood up with a mean and challenging smile, her ears tipping forward and her tail straight as she stepped closer, intimidating despite her diminutive height. "You really expect me to want to get with you now when it's always you who rejects my advances? You make me sound like a…a," She flounders a little, still red-faced and angry despite her smile. "A disgusting, desperate pervert. No wonder the last boyfriend you had dumped you."

"You are a desperate pervert," You replied through grit teeth, keening back on her bed. "And at least I can date someone. Not kidnap any random girl and hope she learns to like me back."

That was a low blow, you had to admit, but that didn't stop her from replying with a bitter laugh.

"Date someone? Is that what you call settling for guys who probably only want sex from you and will leave you the instant you refuse to do what they say?" She grinned, placing a hand on your bare thigh. "I think you're the pathetic one."

"You sound like an incel," You replied, crossing your arms tighter and frowning (not pulling away as her hand crept higher). "Not a cute look, Ren."

"You know, it's not my fault that no guy wants to stay with you," She replied with a slight tilt of her head, condescending and cruel. "Maybe you should be less bitchy and more compliant."

"Oh, cus that's what you'd want, isn't it?" You replied with a flat look, as her LED lights shifted to pink. "That's why you watch your dumb little, girl's love shows. You want a girlfriend until she starts acting like a person, right?"

"Uh huh," She smirked sardonically without even a touch of shame, her claw toying with the hem of your shorts. "I want a girl to want me back and not complain when I do something she doesn't like. That's what all guys want, too." She scoffed, glancing up at you then and taking your face in her hand, squishing your cheeks and digging her claws into your skin.

"Mph!"

"And really, your looks aren't that bad. I mean sure," She turns your face with a scrutinous look. "You have a face like a mouse…and you have a flat chest. And you're kinda fat, and not even in the cute, cowgirl way." She prodded your chest with her other hand. "But I'm pretty sure if you stopped acting like a prude, a guy might actually like you."

You didn't say anything as she kept a firm grip on your cheeks, turning your face to and fro, not noticing when it started to blaze a bright red.

"Heh, hit a nerve didn't I?" She smirked, bringing her face closer to yours. "Or maybe you should stay with me if you're not going to put in the effort to be a proper girl, hm?"

You made an uncomfortable noise, low at the back of your throat, which made her laugh a mean, yipping, fox-like cackle.

"You know, you're almost cute when you're angry." She joked, before letting go of your cheek and giving it a mean little slap, making you whimper and yelp. "Not that cute, though."

"So, why even keep me here then?" You murmured hotly, eyes flitting to the side and biting your lower lip. "If I'm not even cute, if I'm not what you want…"

"Because you're my property, silly." She said like it was obvious, tilting her head with a wry smile. "Besides, who would care about having my sloppy seconds?"

Your face went a darker red, and you clenched your hands into tight fists in your lap. You couldn't say anything to defend yourself.

Maybe you were the pathetic one after all.

"Yeah, you're really letting me do a number on you. Masochist that you are, hm?" She grinned, her tail wagging a little more. "I can't wait to see what I can get you to do."

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"That's a good girl, my good girl…"

Strade leans in close, her voice dropping to a breathy murmur with a satisfied chuckle, running a hand through your hair as you knelt at her feet (her boots were slightly muddy at the soles, the leather tips scuffed, begging to be looked after) like a well-trained dog.

"You'd be a fantastic little housewife one day, fraulein, I'm sure of it. You're that obedient and eager to serve anyone who raises their voice at you already!" She laughs meanly, ruffling your hair. "For now, though, best to keep you as my little pet plaything, hm?"

"Nghh…" You groan softly as she presses closer to you, her voice low and syrup-sweet, her discomforting warmth radiating off of her and filling you with desire as you tremble and shake despite it. "Uh-huh. Yeah. You should."

She bites her lower lip to hide a broader smile, a hungry groan almost catching in her throat. You can feel the radiating heat in her body, her own desire for you, when she presses even closer, her heavy chest pressing against your bound arms (handcuffed, she didn't have the attention span for anything else), giving away, instantly, that she was not wearing a bra.

You felt your core tighten, with just that little piece of information, coyly eyeing the deep plunge of her cleavage and a dark areola poking out above her low neckline. One of her boots slides between your legs and presses against the front of your panties, and it makes your body tighten further.

"Mmph, god…" She rasps, the hand in your hair turning into an uncomfortable grip as she winds the length of it around her palm and pulls your back straight, rising her leg to press the tip of her boot against the wet patch in your panties as she does so. "Say that again, say you're Daddy's sweet, little plaything…"

It feels good that the obsession is mutual, as she roughly grips your hair, making your scalp tingle and a shot of pleasure run down the length of your spine, and handles you like the plaything she said you were.

"I'm Daddy's little plaything," You say, your voice a little giddy as she holds you tighter, her free hand reaching around to roughly grope your backside. "Mph! I-I love being Daddy's plaything!"

"Yeah, you love it, don't you?" She murmurs hotly, breathing raggedly in your ear as she holds you in a tight grip that makes you almost gasp for air, palming your ass and pulling your face up to meet hers, so you can see her hungry smirk, her deep smile lines, and soft crow's feet. "You love being my little toy, good girl? Du liebst zu dienen, ja?"

You can see a sadistic king of excitement growing in her golden eyes, as her accent grows thick and dangerous, and your cunt is throbbing for it.

"Say you're my toy, say it." She demands, giving your ass a slap before groping your curves some more, pressing more weight between your legs and rubbing your cunt, torturously slow.

"I'm your toy," You gasp with a little shriek, your tone desperate as she growls her pleasure into your neck, as her big hands span your waist, your hips, your thighs, dirty nails digging into your skin, leaving you with marks you would treasure. "Ngh, I'm your toy, Daddy!"

"You're my toy, that's right," She breathes hard, giving you another slap and listening to you yelp. "You're mine. Mine, mine, mine."

"Mmhmm," You whine needily with a dreamy smile as you climb onto her lap with trembling legs (secretly delighted that she let you do it without pushing you away), covering her soft jaw, her neck with hot kisses. You want this, you want her, as much as she wants you and further. "Yours, yours, yours…"

Her hold tightens as she pulls you in, pulling your scarred legs around her full waist. Her fingers detangle into your hair, running down your cheek and your jaw, and her breath is hot against your panting lips.

"You're mine forever." She murmurs, kissing you very quickly. "You belong to me."

Her voice is dripping with obsession, a desire so strong it makes you shiver and you feel like you'll melt right there on top of her before you even get the chance to say anything.

So much for being a plaything.

"Kiss me," You plead softly, holding her jaw in your hands (your handcuffed wrists red raw and bloody), looking down at her like you were looking at your entire fucking world. "Kiss me and love me and take me, just like this…"

Her hands tighten, her grip firm on your cheeks, on your hip, and her parted lips on your neck. Her teeth graze along your throat, nipping and biting and leaving mean little bruises behind, and you can feel her breath hot against your skin.

"I own you," She rasps in a rough whisper as she pulls you in. "I'll love you, in my own special way, but I'll always own you, do you understand that?" "Mmhmm," You nod again, grazing your lips against hers, full and waiting to be kissed. "You own me. I'm yours."

And then she kisses you.

And whatever mind you still had that wanted to hate this dissipates completely.

#lawrence btd #lawrence oleander #lawrence x mc #lawrence x reader #ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #strade btd #strade ykmet #strade x mc #strade x reader #girlfriend to death #that's the tag folks that's what it is #qs #drabbles

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skelebellie · 1 year

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FIRST MEETINGS

million knives [stampede] x plant?reader drabble

synopsis: you meet knives for the first time. he thinks your someone else.

content warning: mentions of sharp weapons, blood, and physical altercations

this an equal household. i pine after all siblings equally. [aka i think knives is a goofy dude and his characterization in stampede is kiss kiss].

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it was a particularly normal day as you spent your time around town, discovering odd patterned geological formations that helped adhere the homes to the sand below it.

was it the smartest idea to go into a dark alley alone. no. did you think anything would happen to you in the middle day. also no.

you were lost in the sauce. failing to notice the screams of town folk as you observed the calcified rock. one moment you were holding it and then boom, it was dark.

when you woke up, you were shocked to be in a white room. it sent shivers up your spine, as the environment caused old memories to rise to the surface. questions could wait until later, for now you’d try to get out of here. hopefully the town was still there when you got back.

the door was unlocked, odd considering you were kidnapped.

you also didn’t have shoes on, thankfully that old socks separated the floor and your feet. you could sense your bag somewhere within the building, your body able to feel the shawl of plant material that you had been born with, always tucked into your bag.

it was like you were an assassin, peering around every corner and ears on high alert.

the closer you got to your objective, the quieter it seemed to get. an odd sense of loneliness filling the room.

you had found your bag and shawl, even your shoes (thank god, you didn’t have the money for new ones). the only downside being that some blondie covered in a robe was holding it, allowing light to shine through the transparent shawl.

you became defensive knowing he was touching something as important as your shawl, so you started making fast paces towards him. “Hey! You shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong-“. The sense of danger came first, luckily stopping you from making too much contact with the tail of sharp objects that wrapped around you. it certainly didn’t save your overalls, as a large rip formed across the front panel. damnit, now you’d have to sew it back again.

“anything plant belongs to me. im its rightful owner, a god” blondie chided at you, only causing more anger to bubble up to your throat. “J.J Doe, right? Elusive scientist who has published series of plant based experiments. No committee or board to shift through your work, your research seems to pop up in small town libraries. Never the same one.” The man stepped down from his pedestal, inching closer to you. You backed up, only for a reactive spindle of metal(?) to wrap around your neck. it swiped, leaving a sliver of blood and for the stop part of your turtleneck to fall to the ground. the more he keeps going the more work you’ll have to do to fix whatever clothes you have.

“i detest humans, a species of parasitic worms who use plants as tools for their selfish survival. however, I hate those who knowingly use their will to torture my brotheren even more.” he was too close for comfort now. a string of knives swiping close to your forehead, which you barely dodged by shifting backwards. the shift in weight caused you to fall backwards, rows of spindles wrapping around your legs, keeping you from getting up from the floor.

“should i take a finger for each sin you have committed. maybe slowly sever you limb from limb, so you may know the suffering of the plants who you experimented on. maybe-“ You were too focused on the rows of knives wrapped around your legs to notice that he now stood atop of you. crouching to straddle you as his eyes sent daggers into your mind, like a searing hot flash of static. “i should do it with my own hands. as disgusting as you vile creatures are.” his hand slowly began to approach your neck. his weapons should have instilled enough fear into you, but now you seemed petrified, tears threatening to pour at the very thought of him touching you.

“disgusting.” he muttered, looking down as you. his hand wrapped around your neck, and immediately began to squirm, your leg receiving shallow cuts as it brushed against the sharp cage around it. the contact sent an immediate blossom of heat from your neck. you wish it was another gang of badland raiders, anything but an independent plant. you covered yourself up to avoid making contact with anyone, trying to prevent the surge of information that you would receive and give which writhed out of your control.

behind closed eyes, you could see the blossom of blue, geometric shapes spreading from your chest to your neck, reaching out to the man who’s hand was around your neck. the closer it got the more erratic you reacted. It seemed like the man above you no longer intended to kill you, for now. Instead he fixated his eyes to the spread of patterns slowly approaching his hand, his own body reacting in a similair manner. the contact left your mind heavy with shocks of malice, anger, and pain? The scorching sensation caused a moan of pain to spill from your lips as fat tears fell from your eyes.

The man above you felt the fear over the connection, a dark pit of misunderstanding and embarrassment overflowing with an ebb and flow of confusion. flashes of images of syringes and scalpels as you held the blade towards yourself, harvesting your flash to run under analysis. you hadn’t been experimenting on other plants, you had been experimenting on parts of yourself.

the cage around your legs unwinded, as did the hand around your neck. you quickly moved your arms to cover your eyes, still unable to cope with the wave of information that was forced into your head. however, your action failed as another hand wrapped around your wrists to move your arms from your face, revealing puffy eyes and still falling tears. another hand came up to caress underneath your lashes, gathering the salty tears before they could run onto the floor.

“interesting. not entirely human, not entirely plant.” the contact caused a shocking sensation underneath your skin, flinching as his thumb made lazy circles on your cheek. you relaxed, feeling as if the threat of danger was finally over with. until the blunt end of a knife slammed into the already bruised skin at the base of your neck. knocking you out once more.

#goreguttdrabbles #plant?reader #million knives #knives x reader #knives x you #nai x reader #knives trigun #million knives trigun

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dear-ao3 · 1 year

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newsies fic recs

cause you all asked

unfortunately i remember a lot of the good ones were on tumblr and so many people have changed their urls that they are not findable but, heres what i got

also keep in mind i havent read any of these in years and the summaries im giving are probably ass

these are all mostly ralbert, because that was what i read the most of, except for the ones at the end

the toaster fic (i used to remember this persons tumblr @ like 5 url changes ago but my brain is small and soupy so i am sorry). its crack, under 2k, absolute silliness and im still laughing about it five years later. modern era.

side by side its a really long ralbert soulmates fic where they are oblivious to hell and back. from what i remember its fluffy and silly. modern era.

voice okay she slaps ngl. its a modern era kind of angst situation. albert is mute. theres some referenced homophobia. lots of cuddles. 6k.

shaking thisss is a sick fic if i remember correctly. race is silly and gets a cold and there is cuddling. definitely part of a larger spralmer au but it works as a stand alone. under 5k. modern.

let the memory live again THIS FIC o gosh its killed me several times over. might be my favorite. idk. its up there. modern ralbert au. sad but also happy. albert is supposed to be dead and is not. he also has amnesia. its like 14k. read it at 2 am for maximum effect. god tier.

a love that will never grow old this is a sad canon era soulmate fic. race is alberts soulmate but albert is not races. theres also a sequel. the good kind of dad. multihap, 9k.

hero complex by @turtle-steverogers classic little ralbert oneshot, perfect amount of angst and comfort. albert is a firefighter and race is Worried also theres a dog. about 3k. modern.

thank u, next by the one and only @jack-kellys. its paranormal. its funky. its modern. its five parts and its complete. its 12k words and honestly like. i remember reading this and going absolutely batshit fizz is such a good writer (and is still actively writing newsies, throw them some prompts they love javey)

dont leave me by @sun-kissed-star its sprace, modern and spot is in the military. a good angst fluff angst ping pong match. 3.5k. theres some good and funny little jack moments :)

story written on skin by @patrocool oh my god the most well written soulmate au that i can possibly remember stumbling across at 3 in the morning and crying while reading. its a canon era sprace one. soulmate au where if one person gets injured the other person gets a mark. its really good. theres a part 1 and 2 and its long. like 15k long. read at 3am for best results.

the beast of brooklyn which i dont remember if ive actually read but i was asked to include it on the list so i did. mafia sort of au but also kind of beauty and the beast. well written and beautiful. fuckton of angst. sprace. modern.

#not a tag #from saph #newsies #newsies fic #newsies fic recs #ralbert #sprace #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #spot conlon #we can make more recs if you want more i have so many recs #katya does too

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mono-dot-jpeg · 1 year

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protection - k. leona

summary; you don't need protection but leona likes to insist on it when the rest of his dorm are trying to be assholes.

genre/extra tags; fluff, comedy if you squint, jaguar! reader, cat behaviors but with humans, quiet-ish(?)! reader, reader has vitiligo, reader is mc but not really???, reader is referred to as mc and prefect, reader has no mentioned skin tone, reader is implied to be shorter but not by much (sorry, jaguars are just shorter than lions), slightly badly written hurt/comfort, ooc leona?????

[warnings; assholes being assholes, making fun of appearances (specifically vitiligo) but like this all only happens at the start and 1-2 times]

[gender neutral! reader]

word count; 907

a/n; yippee!!! thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy! i had a good time writing this! something abt jaguars just makes me so happy like when i watch owls. they're just silly little guys yk

also im bad at writing mean shit sometimes so uih,,,, dink donk sorry. also the spots that reader have are the rosette spots that jaguars have!! i only say the ones on the arms but it's implied that there's a pattern on them on their body :)))

you haven't really had much time in the savanaclaw dorm because despite how it contains people like you, they were not very nice. but it didn't really matter to you as you didn't need a pack to live happily. you have a pack, yeah, but it wasn't really a necessity for your kind of beastmen. you've learned very quickly that jaguar beastmen aren't really social people. so you've been accustomed to being alone in peaceful silence.

"you're brave for coming here looking like that. spots and all."

and you're more than used to a few verbal jabs about your looks.

you attempt to walk past the three beastmen but they're blocking your way. you huffed in annoyance.

"are you here to see dorm leader? because i'm sure he doesn't want to see you." one of them (the assumed leader) pokes at a particularly different part of your skin. it just happens to be one of the several spots you sport on your arm, the biggest rosette spot. you don't say anything as you push past them.

the collar of your shirt is tugged on, forcing you to stop. "we didn't say you could leave, short ass."

"no, you didn't, but i did." leona's voice rings out in the common room of the dorm. the air felt colder than ice despite the beaming sun outside. "you got a lot of nerve trying to make fun of my partner, you know?" he rolls his eyes at the trio as he pulls you to his side. "you okay, mc? they didn't hurt you right?"

you're faced away from the three as you look at leona, "i'm good." you mutter. you're not really shaken up, maybe feeling a little odd. somehow it felt different from the other times that you've been made fun of. was it because of leona coming to help?

"good. if there's any scratch of you, i don't think i would be so easy on you lot. tch." leona glared tiredly at the three beastmen. the trio pathetically blabbers their apologies as they leave. "why don't you fight back?"

you shrug as you both walk to leona's room, "i'm used to it. it's not the first time people picked on me." your ears flicker at the sound of beastmen in their respective dorm rooms. you can distinctly hear jack working out, it makes you huff in amusement. "i'm not social like you, leona, i don't express my anger as easily as you. also they just wanted to get a rise out of me to make me look bad in front of you."

"well, you should say when you're mad. or at least fight back?" he muttered. "you're... just as strong as i am."

"heh, takes a lot to call me strong, my lion." you snickered for a second but you stop, frowning slightly as you remember the odd feeling from earlier.

"shut up." he knocks a knuckle against your head. he opens to the door to his room, he gently grabs your hand and takes you into his room. closing the door and locking it, he faces you. "are you sure you're okay?" he asks. his eyes are stern but soft as he stares at you.

you take a moment to answer. in that moment, he rubs his head against your neck as if to comfort. "i don't know? felt weird when you stood up for me." he moves his head to look at you and wait for you to continue. your hands grip his clothes at the waist. "it didn't feel bad. they made fun of my... spots. i'm usually used to it but it felt different today. is that weird?" your ears flatten as you look up at him.

"nothing weird about feeling bad. being insulted sucks." he pauses, "was it at least a good thing that you felt when i came around?" his free hand reaches to brush his fingers through the layer of fur on your ears.

you lean into the touch, "i think so. but the insults kind of sunk in after that too..." you muttered as you rest your body against his. he's quick to lead you onto the bed, both of you laying down and finally getting comfy. "didn't like it. just wish they just made fun of my personality and not.. something i can't control." you try your best to explain. you pick at the stray hairs on his face, staring at your jaguar spots on your arms. "heard comments like it all the time and yet... something felt off." you sigh, "maybe it was because they mentioned you." his ears twitch at the comment.

"what did they say?"

"that you wouldn't wanna see me. poked at my spot after that." your finger rubs over the biggest rosette on your forearm.

"i'll make sure they get their heads straight." his hand grabs at your wrist and moves your arm as his lips kiss the spots. "until then, i won't ever say i don't want to see you. i love you a lot... and i hope you know that." his voice is stern but you can see the love pouring from his eyes as he stares at you.

you can feel your face go warm as he continues to stare at you, "s-stop looking at me like that, would you?!"

"but it's cute watching you be all embarrassed over me saying i love you." he snickers.

"back- back off, leona! not all of us are whipped for their partners!"

"don't lie to yourself, you love me too."

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