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angorwhosebabyisthis · 3 months

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i think one of the things that upsets me the most about velma and shaggy's relationship in sdmi--and boy there is a lot--is that not only is her constantly ''correcting'' him for minor, harmless, and usually completely reasonable things with physical and emotional abuse, well. abusive by itself. but so many of the things he does that she treats him that way over are very autistic things, and what she subjects him to is textbook abuse aimed at autistics in particular. (including the part where she gets more and more pissed whenever attempts at said emotional abuse fly over his head, because he's too bad at picking up cues for them to land fully.)

[cws: anti-autistic ableism, ABA, self-harm, physical and emotional IPV, victim-blaming, and abuse apologism. it's a lot and it's really fucking bad lmao]

like. there's a lot of examples there; shaggy's behavior coming across as autistic is worth a whole post of its own, and a lot of media depicts abuse targeted at autistic traits because ✨️hooray ableism.✨️but she straight up tries to Fix Him (read: force him to perform a Presentable Personality) by forcing him to wear clothes that are sensory hell, and trying to condition him to self-harm every time he does some small harmless, reflexive thing she thinks is Poor Socialization until he stops. and to catch himself doing it, and punish himself, without being prompted. i cannot fucking overstate how fucked up that is.

they even got down the fun little aspect of ABA where the methods of conditioning-through-pain are presented as toys and kiddish things: she gives him a rubber band to wear on his wrist, and tells him to snap it as hard as he can every time he says 'like.' 🙃🙃🙃🙃

like. this does not begin to scratch the surface of the abuse she puts him through in general. and again, characters being abused for autistic traits with the approval of the narrative is a common thing in media, which sucks. but holy fucking shit! they really took the 'violent ableism that is done to autistics irl' to the next fucking level here!

.......and it's portrayed as kind of cringey, immature teen drama on both sides. the self-harm, his dread over how much he knows it'll hurt, and the extreme pain it causes him to the point of screaming are all supposed to be funny. and her arc is all about learning to accept that she deserves better, because she was repressed and had low self-esteem and therefore putting him through fucking DIY ABA didn't make her happy.

🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

anyway if you couldn't tell i can't fucking stand sdmi velma and i have a lot of words in me about it. when one of your main heroes would have made a way more compelling villain as they are, on a more mundane level compared to all the wild fantastical shit they go up against, holy shit go back to the drawing board you have fucked up. she could have been genuinely good representation of a marginalized person dealing with the trauma of her experiences in some shitty ways she has to grow past, and an interesting flawed character, without being absolutely despicable--hell, she'd have made a great foil to pericles if they'd handled him decently too. they have a lot of parallels, which only gain more depth when you add their respective parallels with cassidy into the mix. and it really fucking sucks that we got this instead.

#sdmi #scooby doo mystery incorporated #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #SDMItag #cws in post #sdmi velma lies at the intersection of A Lot of Hard Feelings for me; in ways both inherent and personal #so she is viscerally upsetting to me in a lot of ways mostly re: framing; and that makes it difficult to analyze her in a sympathetic light #even though i recognize she is very much a depiction of a hurting; traumatized person lashing out in nasty and interesting ways #but the older i get and the more perspective i gain; and the more i unpack and understand about my own experiences #the more important it feels to me to talk about this stuff #i still want to try writing fic sometime about newniverse velma and how she ends up being a non-abusive; less shitty person #without just *being* a completely different person who's All Nice Sweet Sunshine with No Hard Feelings About What She's Been Through #and about the confusion and grief newniverse marcie goes through when one day her loving girlfriend is gone #and in her place is someone who is so much like her and has clearly been through a lot; but is Different in ways that hurt more and more #that marcie keeps trying to justify and make excuses for; and sits in the pot and slowly boils #until she finally has to face that this isn't the girl she fell in love with; that that girl will never come back; that this is velma now #i'm totally not working through anything here lmao #and a nasty; pretentious; controlling; insecure young adult who's up their own ass about Being Super Intellectual and Telling It Like Is #abusing a teenager to make them stop saying 'like' because it's Annoying and What Stupid People Say and Not Gramatically Correct(tm)(tm)(tm #definitely does not hit dead on some very specific 'hi that scarred me for life and i don't think it's particularly fucking funny' buttons!#anyway. protect shaggy and marcie and daphne while we're at it #SDMIcrit tag #the crit files

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i-cant-sing · 4 months

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I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere batboys #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake #yandere jason todd

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dirtyvulture · 10 months

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Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Sergeant!Reader

18+ only read at your own risk

Summary: Natasha calls you to her office for a performance evaluation.

Word count: 1414

AN: I’ve had this idea forever, but it wasn’t until I got some military requests (which I kind of tried to incorporate) that I finally sat down to write this. Enjoy!

Reader has a penis. No pronouns used.

"I want to see you in my office after briefing, Sergeant,” your superior, Natasha Romanoff, says to you when you pass her in the hallway.

“Yes, ma’am.” You dip your head in respect, not pausing in your rapid pace to get to your next location. You don’t think anything of her request, feeling your performance in your new role has gone smoothly so far. But you also knew that Romanoff had very high standards, and was one of the few who had been against your promotion initially.

You attend your meeting without issue, getting up and almost heading to the chow hall with your comrades, when you remember you’re supposed to see Staff Sergeant Romanoff first. You make a quick U-turn and head back to her office, knocking forcefully and announcing yourself.

“Sergeant Romanoff? It’s Sergeant Y/N like you requested.”

“Come in and close the door.”

You heed her instruction, finding her lounging behind her desk. She’s not in her uniform, making you feel strangely out of place and like you shouldn’t be seeing her like this. Instead, she’s wearing the standard issued workout shirt, with her last name stamped across her left breast.

“What can I do for you, ma’am?” you ask, standing at attention and staring at the wall behind her.

“At ease,” she says, and you shift your legs into a shoulder-wide stance, holding your hands behind your back. But you still don’t make eye contact with her.

“So tell me, Sergeant, how is training with the new recruits going?” Natasha asks.

“Very well,” you answer.

“You think so?” Natasha leans forward and taps her perfectly-manicured nails along the wood of her desk.

“Uh,” you hesitate, not sure what her intentions are now. “Yes. Yes, ma’am.”

“Because that’s not what I heard from Captain Rogers.”

You press your lips into a flat line, trying to hide your grimace. Captain Steve Rogers had been your other long-time adversary, and the other person alongside Romanoff who had opposed your promotion. You still weren’t sure why he was so hostile with you, perhaps he was jealous of your skills, or the fact that Romanoff gave you much more of her attention than him.

“Captain Rogers said three of your recruits failed their most recent written exam,” Romanoff goes on.

“A lot of recruits fail the written exams,” you defend. “So, I’m personally working with them to make sure they pass their retake--”

“Your fail rate needs to be zero, Sergeant Y/N,” Romanoff says through her teeth.

“That’s not completely in my control, ma’am--”

“Are you making excuses for your poor display of leadership?” Romanoff snaps.

“I, no--that’s not it at all--”

“Atten-SHUN!” she barks suddenly and you scramble to snap your arms to your sides and your legs together. “Half-right, face!” You barely have time to process her demand before she’s yelling out another one. You turn your feet at a 45-degree angle to the right, facing the corner of her office now. “Front leaning rest position. MOVE!”

It’s almost humiliating to be asked of such a request at your rank, but you know better than to argue. You drop to the floor into a pushup position, keeping your back perfectly straight, your arms almost locked out to hold yourself up.

“Down!” she commands, and you bend your elbows until your chest almost touches the floor. “Up!”

“One, Sergeant Romanoff!” you respond, pushing yourself back into the resting position.

“Down. Up!”

“Two, Sergeant Romanoff!”

She keeps you going at a steady pace and you hardly notice her get up from behind her desk and stand next to her, her shadow casting over your body. By the 30th pushup, you feel the slight burn in your chest and arms, but you know you have the stamina to go well into the hundreds without faltering. However, you also know that Romanoff is one of the most notoriously punishing staff sergeants, so you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“Down. Up!”

“Fifty, Sergeant Romanoff,” your voice cracks and you shake your head to not think much of it.

“Tired yet, Sergeant Y/N?” Romanoff asks, squatting down to your level. The collar of your uniform is dampened with sweat and you feel it collecting on your forehead.

“No, ma’am!” you lie.

“Good. Because I don’t plan on stopping you anytime soon,” Romanoff says, and you feel your arms quiver in the slightest at her threat. “Down. Up!”

“Fifty-one, Sergeant Romanoff!” you grunt.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Natasha lie down flat on the floor and slide herself under you. She positions herself right underneath your crotch and embarrassingly, you feel yourself harden at the thought of your cock being so close to her face.

“Sergeant?” you ask.

“I did not give you permission to speak,” Romanoff says, reaching up and pulling your tucked in shirt out of the waistband of your pants. She undoes a few of the buttons on the bottom, slipping her hand inside and running it across the soaked skin of your flexed abs. “I’ve always admired your dedication to physical fitness, Sergeant.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” you respond, your arms shaking as you try to keep yourself upright.

Romanoff traces her fingers lower and unbuckles your belt, pulling down your zipper. Her fingers purposely brush over your clothed bulge and your body jolts. You suck in a breath, but now with all the blood in your body going down to your groin, your collapse is inevitable.

“Down.”

You don’t know if you should keep your hips straight or arch them up, but your body has a mind of its own now and you lower yourself, your bulge bumping against Romanoff’s nose. She doesn’t give you the command to push back up, so you wait in that position, shaking from the effort.

Romanoff peels down your boxers, freeing your hard cock, and licks at it tentatively. You grunt at the contact, now wanting to press down harder into her, but you resist.

“Up.”

You groan as you find the strength to push yourself away from her mouth.

“Uh...fifty...fifty-two, Sergeant Romanoff.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already lost count,” Romanoff teases, reaching up and wrapping her warm hand around you, pumping it slowly. Your thighs quiver from the stimulation and you feel pre-cum shuttle out of the tip. “Down.”

This time when you lower yourself, Romanoff guides you into her mouth. She takes almost your entire length, nestling your head in the back of her throat and your eyes roll in pleasure.

Instead of telling you to go back up (since her mouth is full of your dick), she pushes against your thighs and you begrudgingly obey.

“F-Fifty-three, Sergeant Romanoff,” you whimper when your cock is exposed to the cool air once again. All you want is to be buried down the warmth of her throat until you lose your load.

“How many more do you think you can last?” Romanoff asks. “Two? Three?”

Privately, you don’t think you’ll last another one, with the fact that you’re on top of her but she’s in control of you making your head spin.

“Down.”

You moan in relief when she takes you again, this time sealing her lips around the base of your cock and sucking rhythmically. Your hips start to jerk on their own, breaking your perfect form, but you don’t care anymore and you can tell your sergeant doesn’t, either.

“Fuck, Sergeant,” you splutter, her tongue teasing the veins on your cock finally sending you over the edge without warning. Your thighs flex and your arms shake as you struggle to keep yourself from falling on top of Romanoff completely. Her throat milks you to swallow your entire load and she doesn’t stop until you’re begging to pull back out.

“You tasted better than I thought you would, Sergeant,” Romanoff says, sliding out from under you. “Recover.” You scramble to stand up, resuming the position of attention and humiliated to notice your now-limp cock hanging out of your pants. Your chest heaves from the exertion of over 50 pushups and you know Romanoff isn’t done with you yet.

She moves to stand in front of you. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand and leans against you, putting her hand on your cock once more, massaging it back to hardness. “I hope you have good stamina here too,” she whispers, before pushing you onto her desk and riding you until neither of you can walk.

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futurecorps3 · 10 months

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can i request a jj x reader where she keeps saying she's sick but jj doesnt believe it and thinks it's just an excuse to not go to the midsummers or whatever u choose, but then when they both go, she passes out and jj gets worried and protective. thank uuu smm!!

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Summary: JJ thinks you're lying Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!reader Warnings: JJ kind of being an ass lmao, sickness, mentions of headaches, reader faints and I think that's it, lmk if I missed any! Word Count: 2.6K Requested: Yes

A/N: Took me a while to figure this one out cause I think J wouldn't be like that in the first place but let's try!! Hope u like, nonnie<3

Everything sucked. There was no way a human could have this bad luck, and Y/N had begun to think the universe had it against her at this point. She had spent almost a month finding the perfect dress and headpiece for Midsummers' night, two months in convincing her parents to let her bring JJ as her plus one and a solid three weeks in convincing JJ.

Only for a mind bending migraine to come storming its way right in the morning. She tried ignoring it for a while, taking some pain-killers to try to ease the pain, but they did absolutely nothing. Her parents had left early to help the Camerons set everything up (sitting around and ordering people) and the party started around five, so she opted for sleeping to see if the headache would subside.

It didn't; she realized right when JJ's booming voice rang through her ears, waking her up. "Figured I'd come down here so we could get ready together!" Her boyfriend said with a grin, holding the tuxedo she had bought for him in his arms. She incorporated from her bed. Standing up with a little dizziness, she couldn't let slide and kissed him as a greeting.

"For an event, it took me days to convince you to go to, you truly are excited." Y/N smiled, feeling a little light-headed. "Did you shower?" She asked as she buried her head in his chest as JJ's arms wrapped around her waist "'Course mamma, just for you... but by the looks of it you haven't" he smiled as his girlfriend hit his chest playfully.

"You're right though, be right back". Y/N stepped in her bathroom as she heard JJ play some music on her speaker. Hopefully, the shower would help the pain she could no longer stand. She tried massaging her scalp and breathe in the scents of her soaps, relax in the water and whatnot but it didn’t help.

She felt as if someone was pushing her eyeballs into the inside her skull while pounding the sides of her head with a hammer, the worst migraine she ever had. Now, this whole thing was important for both Y/N and JJ, as it was the first time they’d be attending an event of this nature together… but she wasn’t sure the headache would allow her.

The thought made her sulk a little, but in the end, the migraine was stronger. She stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel as well as her hair, watching JJ play around with her necklaces and rings. “J, I-I don’t think we can go” she muttered, disappointment clear in her shaking voice when she noticed how his face fell.

“What do you mean?” he sounded almost shocked. “My head’s been hurting like a motherfucker since I woke up, I-I tried taking some painkillers but they worked for shit and-“ “Y/N you ain’t gotta lie… just say you don’t wanna go with me”.

She couldn’t bear thinking JJ thought it had to do with him “Baby no, I-I’m serious! We could stay in and cuddle if you want, maybe watch Top Gun or-“ then he laughed. “Stop pretending”

“What?” “I know you don’t want me to meet all your kook friends and I know you're kind of ashamed of dating me even though you say you aren’t and-“ “What are you talking about!?”

This was a very JJ thing to think. And no, he wasn’t being manipulative. Y/N knew he meant every word he was saying. And that’s what hurt the most. He could get insecure and honestly, she couldn’t blame him. He grew up in a place that condemned him for the blood running through his veins, hearing things like “he’s just like his old man” or “a Maybank after all” when he fucked up.

Yes, he was reckless and stupid, but he was also kind and a good man. Y/N knew he had some reservations coming into this entire relationship with her because being friends differed completely from being boyfriend and girlfriend. The judgments they were to face were clear, but she always reassured him that as long as they were together they’d be okay.

She could see why he’d think that way. “It’s not like that, baby-“ “Except it is” he said, running his hands through his hair and pacing around the room. “Let’s go then” she gave in. Physical pain hurt way more than knowing JJ thought she was embarrassed to be dating him. She could handle it.

“Oh, so suddenly your headache goes away?” He snapped, throwing air quotes in the word headache which made Y/N, who was already getting her hair done, give him a look of “drop it” and he did, kissing her in the cheek before changing into his suit.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When they got there, Y/N’s headache was nowhere near better, but she tried paying no mind to it; what mattered was she was walking down to the party with JJ holding her hand. She squeezed his fingers gently as they approached her parents; him squeezing her's back.

“Hi sweetie!” My mom smiles, hugging her tightly with the sweetest grin and then moves to hug her boyfriend. “JJ, we’re so glad you could make it! Go ahead to our table. It’s four over there and I made sure to seat you with Sarah and Kie”. The woman was always kind to J, making sure he felt welcomed in their lives.

Who was really hard to convince was her dad, always wary of the boys Y/N brings home. Now, him being a pogue well… that stir shit up to say the least. “Thank you” the boy answered her mom, then turning to her dad. “Hello, sir”. Her dad gave JJ a stern look and held out his hand “Hello JJ”. And that was it for him.

As they were walking to their table, Y/N realized her boyfriend’s face fell a little at the interaction with her dad. “Hey hey, it’s okay… you know how he gets,” she quickly assured and he directed those sad blue eyes to her “I just don’t get why he doesn’t like me” he sighed, a sad chuckle leaving his lips.

“You don’t usually care what people think of you, J. Why do yo-“ “I care because he’s your dad! I don’t care if Pope’s parents or- or Kie’s don’t like me, I couldn’t give less of a fuck but not with you. He’s your dad and as much as we know he’s unfair with me for being a pogue, I-I would like him to like me”

Y/N’s heart broke at his words, making her feet stop next to the dancefloor, her headache pulsating at the strong wave of emotions. “We can’t make him like you but when we get married…” JJ laughed at that, placing big hands around her waist and smiling “When we get married, he’ll realize I couldn’t wish for a better person to be with me forever. Because you love me, and I love you.” She grinned, pecking his nose to then resume their way to their seats.

When a waiter approached them and Y/N ordered water instead of some champagne, JJ looked at her funny. "Water? Who are you? Kie?" He joked, the aforementioned throwing a small napkin to his head "At least I'm not going to die of some weird liver disease like you J!" Kiara countered, giggling slightly. "I told you I'm not feeling well" Y/N mumbled, and before he could say anything, she joined Sarah and Kie's conversation.

As the conversations flowed and laughter filled the air, Y/N valiantly pushed through the discomfort, not wanting her condition to dampen the joyous occasion. Engaging in lighthearted banter with her friends, she managed to mask the underlying pain she felt. Yet, behind her radiant smile, an unrelenting throbbing persisted, casting a shadow on her otherwise vibrant spirit.

As Y/N's voice intertwined with the playful chatter, a sudden surge of dizziness overwhelmed her senses. Her head felt heavy, as if wrapped in a dense fog, and her vision blurred around the edges. The familiar pain that had been nagging her intensified, clawing at her temples.

She desperately clung to the facade of normalcy, but her body betrayed her resilience. Y/N's grip on the conversation faltered, her words becoming muddled as her mind struggled to keep pace. Her friends noticed the change in her demeanor, a fleeting flicker of concern crossing their faces. "You 'kay Y/N/N?" John B asked.

In that moment, Y/N's world seemed to spin out of control. Sensations of disorientation and weakness cascaded through her body, leaving her feeling adrift and vulnerable. The sounds of her friends' voices morphed into a distant echo, as if they were calling to her from a great distance.

The once vibrant party faded into the background, overshadowed by the overwhelming intensity of Y/N's migraine. Her focus narrowed to a single point of struggle, her every instinct urging her to find solace and relief from the torment that gripped her. "Baby?" She heard JJ mumble as her consciousness teetered on the precipice. Y/N's body succumbed to the overpowering sensations, causing her to lose consciousness.

A profound stillness enveloped Y/N as she drifted away, suspended in a momentary limbo between wakefulness and oblivion. Time became a fleeting concept, and the outside world ceased to exist for those brief moments.

In that suspended state, Y/N's body rested, unaware of the commotion that unfolded around her. JJ held her full weight in his arms, shock written all over his features. "Y/N! Baby, wake up!" he hopelessly pleads, the attention of the nearby tables focusing entirely on him. Kiara rushed over to her as well as Sarah and John, all in a frenzy, knowing nothing of what was going on.

"John, go get the twinkie! Ambulances will take a while to come to this side of the island." JJ hurried, feeling everyone's gaze on him but caring only for the peaceful look on his girlfriend's face. John B nodded and left quickly to get the van as close as he could. Then, guilt came rushing through J's veins like injected adrenaline; this was hois fault.

Y/N had tried to tell him she wasn't feeling okay, but he was too petty and way more inside his head when she was just being honest. He felt a sting in his eyes and as soon as he blinked; the tears stained Y/N's dress. "I'm so sorry baby" he whispered, Sarah and Kie looking puzzled at him asking for forgiveness at a time like this.

"JJ, this is not your fault" the blonde said, rubbing his back reassuringly but before she could continue, he began shaking his head "Y-You don't understand, she told me her head was hurting but-but I was stupid and thought she didn't wanna be seen with me and-" a sob interrupted his sentence, making Kie hug him tightly. "It's still not your fault".

He cried for a few more seconds, holding Y/N close so he could feel her still steady heartbeat against his ear until John B came rolling down in the twinkie. JJ noticed Y/N's dad approaching when he lifted up his girlfriend, but he needed to get her to the hospital quick. "I'll get her to the hospital sir, meet you there," He said in a panic, his friends and him getting in the van and speeding off to the emergency room.

He felt his heart sink as John drove and he could notice Y/N's breath quicken, then falter. JJ rarely felt guilt, but this was the way the universe was punishing him, he figured. "Hurry" he mumbled, knowing his best friend was doing his best not to crash while getting his girl to the hospital as soon as he could.

Eventually they got there. Everything from when the car stopped to him sitting next to her bed was a blur for JJ; he had a vague memory of the doctors saying she passed out from the migraine and dehydration, nothing fatal but if JJ hadn't been there to catch her when she blacked out it could've caused a concussion.

The pogues stayed there against the professional's advice, saying they should go home and sleep, that Y/N would be awake by morning and they would be able to talk to her then. They refused. Kie and Pope (who got there as soon as he heard the news) cuddled on a couch. Sarah and John did the same as JJ just sat next to Y/N's bed, holding her hand.

The doctors instructed her boyfriend to give her water as soon as she woke up and notify a nurse that would help her immediately, but in the meantime, all they could do was wait. Her parents walked in to find a room of teenagers sleeping at around eleven. Her mom woke JJ up so he could fill them in.

"Mrs. Y/L/N... hi" he sleepily mumbled, rearranging the wild mess his hair was by brushing it back to later rub the sleep out of her face. Her father was standing behind her with an angry expression, and before Y/N's mother could speak, he approached JJ menacingly. "You explain to me right this second why you didn't ask me what was to be done as soon as she passed out! We were so-" the man whisper yelled so the others wouldn't wake up.

"I'm sorry sir, and with all due respect, I could not care less about what you thought would be appropriate other than bringing her to the hospital. I couldn't care less about how you both were feeling; she needed help, and she needed it right that second. I'm sorry if I crossed any boundaries but, as you would be able to tell if you gave me a chance, I have no limit when it comes to your daughter's well being" JJ declared, not once getting his eyes off Y/N's dad.

And he was telling the truth, too. He would go to the ends of earth for her and if her being safe meant her dad would hate him more, it was okay for him. Suddenly, Y/N's mother engulfed him in a tight hug. "She couldn't be with someone better than you. We're just glad she's safe and to know our girl is with someone who will look after her. Thank you, JJ" she smiled.

He smiled wide, returning the hug. "No problem, ma'am. The doc said she'd be just fine. Apparently she had a migraine and hadn't drunk enough water... we're all just waiting for her to wake up". When the blonde raised his eyes to the man behind her, there was something different. Respect, maybe. He didn't really care in this moment.

Her parents stayed in some chairs outside, and, at around midnight, Y/N woke up. JJ was the first one to notice when her hand moved to wrap around his finger while he mindlessly scrolled through twitter. He dropped his phone, almost falling to the ground when he tossed it somewhere as he turned to look at Y/N. "Hi, hi baby" He cooed, pretty y/e/c staring at him just like he needed "Mmm, my hero", Y/N's voice was hoarse.

JJ giggled, handing her a bottle of water and stroking her cheek softly. "I'm sorry baby, I-I should've listened to you when you tried to tell me" He sighed the apologies he repeated like a prayer hours ago "S'okay J" "It's not. Shouldn't have let my mind get in the way. I'm glad you're okay" "Yeah me too... I'm also glad to see you, baby... Dreamt about you while I was out" "As you should," he jokingly said, both of them laughing and sharing a sweet kiss.

The story after that is short. Y/N recovered, JJ was finally allowed at family dinner (and exchanged pleasant conversations with his soon to be father-in-law as he called him). ♡

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The ending feels rushed, I'm sorry ahhhh. Tysm for reading! Hope you enjoyed

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balletfilmss · 7 days

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ISN’T SHE SO SWEET?

✸ pairing: percy jackson x daughter of artemis! reader smau

✸ notes: requested by @sunnflowerss-wp !! this prompt was fun & i looooooved incorporating my hunters of artemis girlies <3

…now playing: there she goes — the la’s

percyjacks: “but percy, she’s so scary” are we looking at the same person? 🤨 new moon=yn appreciation day

tagged: yn.ln

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team.leo: look i said that ONCE bc she shot me and i feared for my life

╰┈➤ percyjacks: excuses excuses, if she shot you then you deserved it

╰┈➤ team.leo: BRO THE GAME WAS OVER???

╰┈➤ percyjacks: LALALAL 👨‍🦯

╰┈➤ annabethc: did…did you just use a blind emoji for not being able to hear?

╰┈➤ percyjacks: omg beth let me live

piedpiper: EVERY day should be yn appreciation day wdym 😒

╰┈➤ percyjacks: yk what piper, you’re so right, my sincerely apologies to everyone

yn.ln: NOOOOO BABE YOU’RE EXPOSING ALL OF MY SECRETSSSSS

╰┈➤ percyjacks: sweetheart…you’re about as secretive as piper is straight

╰┈➤ yn.ln: HEY

lieutenant.thal: new moon = thalia visits day, hand over my girl

╰┈➤ percyjacks: im sorry, WHOSE girl???

╰┈➤ lieutenant.thal: did i stutter?

annabethc: those cookies in the second pic were bomb asf, you’re welcome

╰┈➤ yn.ln: make more beth, im begging 🙏🙏

neeks._: i’ve quite literally seen her try and bite people’s fingers off before

╰┈➤ percyjacks: what’s your point? 😒

╰┈➤ neeks._: oh there isn’t one im js sayin

gracefully.jason: she’s pretty, but where’s my man percy at?

╰┈➤ yn.ln: you mean MY man. i will hunt you down, grace

╰┈➤ percyjacks: she’s so sweet 🥰

…now playing: tek it — cafuné

yn.ln: the peeta to my katniss 🤍🏹

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lieutenant.thal: babe it’s not too late to join 🙏🙏

╰┈➤ percyjacks: yn block her PLEASE

╰┈➤ yn.ln: no to both of you 🤍

hazel_lev: YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTIE TOOTIE

╰┈➤ yn.ln: JSJSKSK ILY HAZE <33

percyjacks: idk who this peeta guy is but i think i look pretty damn good 😮‍💨

╰┈➤ yn.ln: look, i love you but don’t disrespect peeta mellark like that

piedpiper: you guys are cut but im gonna throw up next time im within a 3 mile radius omg

╰┈➤ team.leo: this is how we all feel when you and annabeth are all over each other btw!

╰┈➤ annabethc: you’re just mad because you can’t get a girl

╰┈➤ piedpiper: GET HIS ASS BABY 🗣️ (suck it, valdez)

gracefully.jason: idk what tf bread and cats have to do with this post but go yn 🙌

╰┈➤ yn.ln: …

╰┈➤ percyjacks: jason… bro

╰┈➤ yn.ln: i have never sighed so hard at a comment before in my life

reyna.ara: gods, i love it when his face is hidden & all i can see is you, you’re so gorgeous bae <3

╰┈➤ yn.ln: stawwwwwp 🤭

╰┈➤ pecyjacks: yeah. stop.

╰┈➤ reyna.ara: percy. three’s a crowd.

thegoat_: it’s so unfortunate to say but i took two thirds of these pictures

╰┈➤ yn.ln: grover do NOT act like i dont take cutie pics of you & juniper ☹️( reminder: 🏹)

╰┈➤ thegoat_: you are absolutely right, pretend I didn’t say anything (pls but the bow down)

percyjacks: gods, i love you 🩵

╰┈➤ yn.ln: i love you too, seaweed brain 🤎

#୨୧ love letters #୨୧ sealed with a kiss!#percy jackson #percy jackson smau #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson oneshot #percy jackson x fem!reader #percy jackson x y/n #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo smau #smau #pjo fandom #percy jackson x you

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hello, this is my first time asking here so im kinda shy... maybe can u do a emily prentiss x fem!reader where emily for some reason finds a cowboy hat and put it on to show reader and that turns reader on, then reader needs emily to deal with her... maybe smut if you into it ? thanks, also im following you for a little time and im loving your stories, bye angel

Reverse Cowgirl 18+

*Authors note~ I was unsure on which direction I wanted to take this due to writers block but I low key love it and the last word of the ask seemed to incorporate itself well here, I hope you love it*

Trigger Warnings~ roleplay?? dom em sub r daddy Emily cowboy hat reverse cowgirl position strap oral praise kink degrading kink

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

It was so rare that you ever had time to spare from chasing serial killers all around the world, but thankfully today seemed to be a rare restful day. No phone buzzing at ungodly hours of the morning with the words "we got a case." No this morning you'd awoken to your favourite agent peacefully sleeping next to you. Your girlfriend, not that anyone else knew. These mornings were definitely your favourite. You often wonder how she gets away with looking so damn gorgeous but then again your too busy starring to care why, instead admiring her beauty.

A lazy morning with your love sounded absolutely perfect until your phone began buzzing on the nightstand. A silent pray for it to not be work, you answered the call to be greeted with an excited shriek form the one and only miss Penelope Garcia. "Pg!" You whined, "my ears Garcia, what do you need?" A little scoff made its way over the line, "you me JJ and Prentiss, shopping at noon. No excuses we need a girl day and I need to spoil my god sons. I'll text you the address, bye sweets!" And just like that she was gone. It wasn't a few seconds later, and your girlfriends phone buzzed too. Trying to contain your laughter as she attempted to wriggle out of the girls day, and her side glance at you while mouthing "traitor" before giving in and accepting that she needed to get up. After the phone call ended you promised if Emily got out of bed you could shower together, apparently that was all the motivation she needed.

After a shower that took twice as long as it normally would've due to Emily's wandering hands you finally secured breakfast and both left to meet the girls. Emily drove you both and honestly you'd be lying if you said her driving with a hand on your thigh didn't drive you insane, soon enough you were separating ways after a final kiss to avoid the suspicion. A part of you wished you could hold her hand in public or kiss her cheek but another part was too scared they'd try and reassign you to keep you both apart. You'd like to think Hotch wouldn't do that but you knew it was out of his control. Plus they didn't even know you were bisexual with a preference for women.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't have fun watching Garcia absolutely raid the toy stores and clothing shops while JJ insisted they didn't need anything since the absolute flood of gifts on six months ago. Garcia always won those arguments, finding some kind of loophole somewhere which made you giggle, Emily grabbed everything a coffee in order to slip a little I love you on your cup and every chance she got she discreetly joined your hands under tables. Small things like that made your heart yearn for her.

Now to end up in a sexy shop wasn't on your to do list but with JJ and Wills anniversary coming up it wasn't surprising she wanted to get him something or someone to unwrap. Garcia wondering off to another toy store left you and Emily waiting for JJ. Both of you pretending to look around separately while mentally compiling a list of outfits to get,

Emily even going as far to look at some of the strap ons. Seeing a cow boy hat in a sex shop was certainly something unexpected yet you still couldn't resist putting it on.

"Fetch me my horse daddy" you giggled adding a southern drawl into your accent causing Emily to spin around in confusion. There you stood with a cow boy hat on your head, going surprisingly well with your braided hair, and a riding crop in your right hand, "I believe I found my ride" you whispered before cheekily winking at the stunned woman. While you were putting it back where up I found the accessories you completely missed the raven haired woman buying a certain something and slipping away to hide it.

By the time JJ returned with her gift Emily was back looking at objects in the room as if she'd never left. The imagine of you being her perfect cowgirl never leaving her mind, all the ways she could fuck you in that outfit. On all fours her hand gripping and tugging on your braids as she absolutely rails you from behind. Oh and you'd be so good for her, you always were. Her sweet little cow girl. Unbeknownst to you a silly little dress up would result into an absolutely desperate Emily tonight.

The journey back to Emily's apartment was blissfully normal until you arrived. There she went to the boot of the car and grabbed a cow boy hat. The hat suited her so well and you found yourself to distract to try and find out where she got it from due to the sticky wetness now dripping down your thick thighs. "God daddy so big! I need you" you whined pitifully as she came to hug you from behind, purposefully rubbing her bulge into your ass. That was new. She definitely wasn't packing when you left this morning that was for sure. God she knew how to drive you absolutely wild.

Emily allowed you to practically drag her into the apartment and straight to the bedroom, secretly loving how desperate a simple had made you, before pushing you into the wall and claiming your lips with hers. It was lustful and needy as if neither of you needed oxygen to breathe. Emily's right hand crept up your body until it made its way to its rightful place, your throat. Now with the gentle squeeze of her hand you were begging her to take you already. The nerd becoming unbearable for you. And Emily wasn't handling the need any better than you.

Clothing was torn from eachothers body before Emily gently lifted you so you could wrap your legs around her waist all while never losing your lips. A squeak of surprise flooded the room when your back hit the mattress, "Emily! Oh my gosh" you gasped, "what's got into you?" Perhaps it was a rhetorical question but she answered you anyway with a nip to the base of your throat, "you and that damn hat." You couldn't help but smirk, a harmless silly thing had turned her this needy for you.

Any reply you may have had died on your tongue as you felt her mouth creeping lower and lower until she met your needy cunt. By now your wetness was seeping onto the sheets, "god I need more" you whined impatiently, moving your hands to her hat to hold her in place. Emily was always talented in ever aspect of life, but the way she would plunge her tongue into your tight little hole and curl it just right was enough to drive you insane, but then when she would add two fingers and move her mouth to your aching bundle of nerves you honestly saw the stars. If there was one thing Emily prides herself on is how well you scream her name as she fucks you with her tongue. In fact she swears that she would spend forever between your thighs and die a happy woman. Yet when your tugging her up for a break from the overwhelming sensations she still feels a little glee at what she planned to come next.

A few sweet kisses and some soft praises found you straddling her lap, the new strap on pressing against your soaking slit. "Please daddy" you whimpered only to be met with a shake of her head. "Nahuh angel, you're gonna ride my cock like a good cowgirl for me" she purred in your ear before helping swivel you around to face her legs. Then the hat was settled on your had before she finally slipped into your awaiting core. "Oh fuck yes so good, so big daddy fuck" you mewled as you slowly began to bounce on her cock. "God you're so fucking sexy, bend over cowgirl I wanna see how I spilt you in two."

The moment you finally bent so she could see how her faux cock moved in and out of your slippery hole she could've swore she almost lost her composure. But her patience was rewarded when soon all you were was a whiny mess hardly able to keep a rhythm. Hands gripped onto her thighs like a life line and yet you still couldn't do as you were asked to. "Such a pathetic whore for my angel, and you were being my sweet girl and yet now you can't even do what a common whore could. I'm disappointed Angel" she murmured placing her hands on your hips. A whine escaped you, "mm sorry daddy I be good girl mm sorry" you whimpered over and over until she finally took pity on you.

With a pace that was perfectly fast and rough Emily slipped out of your cunt, ignoring your whines of protest and flipped you on your hands and knees before slamming back into your needy pussy. From there on she kept a punishing pace. Her hands gripping your braids to steady herself as she attempted to burry her cock into your womb. And you came over and over for her that night until you were nothing but her little angel absolutely fucked dumb.

"Shhh sweetheart you did so good for me darling" she murmured in between kissing all over your face to distract you from her pulling out. "Such a pretty cowgirl for your daddy" was what caused you to blush like a mad woman. You knew the routine Emily would get up to get a cloth and clean the strap but you didn't want her to go. But you didn't have the brain function to do more than whine at her, trying to convey what you wanted. "Shh two seconds my love, we have to clean up then I'm all yours baby."

Two seconds was all it was, and then Emily was back in before allowing you to snuggle up on her chest as her hands threaded through your beautiful hair. "So proud of you sweet girl" she whispered not expecting you to whine and mumble "disappoint you" the clearest you could. "No angel, you're my good girl, I love you my little cowgirl, you did so well baby, now rest angel, I'm right here."

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tesseractrave · 3 months

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Got myself involved in making some art for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign set in Breath of The Wild!

I initially was just reached out to by the GM for advice and assistance on designing and characterizing a Happy Mask Salesman NPC (which was a huge honor 🥹), but it's starting to look like I might be able to go furthermore insane about this and start helping out with other NPCs, too! Particularly original characters, now, because HMS only needed a new look due to the fact that his original outfit is from a different, older era of TLOZ.

We sat down in a Discord call for a while to talk, and I streamed my art program and helped to sketch out the GM's vision for what HMS would look like in his campaign. It was mostly inspired by the clothing of both the BOTW merchants and the royal family/people affiliated with the royal family, along with the DM's own personal flair and of course keeping as much of the original vibe of HMS's character as possible (though the style of this era has a lot more detail than we're used to seeing on him)!

(Excuse the quality of the proportions/lineart etc. looking more rushed than usual, the first drawing up there on this post is the finished character graphic and took 14 hours to make while this one is only an outfit concept and took around 6 hours.)

His gorget was honestly the hardest part to try to incorporate with the time period and other desired details, so we settled for a general homage of shapes. BOTW fashion has a lot more triangles and zig-zags, so we switched that up, too.

Thanks to everyone in the Whispers of The Wild server who was so kind and welcoming and excited to see my art while I spectated during this week's session! You're all doing so amazing, and this was incredibly fun. I've been very sick and struggling for a while, so this was a breath of fresh air and gives me things to look forward to. I'm glad to be a part of this. 😊

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krisdreaming · 7 months

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a little birdie told me you wanted fall themed fic ideas, so here I am!!

I feel like a cute fall themed idea is a coffee date and then a walk through the local park where you admire the colors of the leaves!!

And turns out the day is quite windy, but the reader didn't bring their jacket, so the character gives them their own jacket so the reader won't be cold😭😭❤❤

Is it kinda basic? Yeah, but I feel like you could make this into something really cute

Thank you for believing in me, because I actually came up with a pretty cute idea for this :')

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x gn!reader

WC: 769

A/N: In Japan around this time of year, they celebrate Tsukimi, aka the moon viewing festival. I really love the idea of it, and so the idea to incorporate it into a fic popped into my head! And of course, who better to write it for than our own Tsukki?? The play on words is, of course, that Tukishima's family name contains the character for the moon (Tsuki).

"Look at this!" The poster just catches your eye as you're leaving the coffee shop. It's advertising a Tsukimi event at the nearby park, and it's this evening. "This month has gone by so fast, I almost forgot that it's Tsukimi already!"

Kei leans in to get a closer look at the poster and merely hums in acknowledgement. You tug on his hand. "C'mon, why don't we go? It's only a few blocks away, and it's such a perfect evening." You gesture up at the clear sky, already in its full sunset glory.

"You sure?" He raises an eyebrow. "You don't even have your coat," He points out, and you shrug your shoulders in your t-shirt.

"It's not even cold today! Don't try to make excuses just so you can be a stick in the mud." You pause, donning your best pleading look. "Please?"

He sighs, but his grip on your hand tightens. "Well, alright," He agrees, and you grin. "Only because you said please."

You laugh softly. "Thanks, Kei." You swing your linked hands lightly between you. The walk to the park isn't far. When you get there, you find it strung with soft lights, and a few small food and drink stands are giving off delightful smells.

"I guess you want some dango?" He gestures to the nearby stall, and you nod quickly. It wouldn't be Tsukimi without dango. With your snack acquired, you soon make your way to one of the benches set up throughout the park. You have a clear view of the sky once seated, and you look up into the darkening twilight.

"How soon do you think the moon's going to rise?" You ask, glancing at your boyfriend.

He shrugs. "How should I know?" He slides his arm around your shoulders, and you gladly settle in closer to him. Now that the sun is gone, the warm autumn day is turning into a cool autumn night. You try not to shiver in the cool breeze, not wanting to prove him right about the jacket.

You try to keep up a conversation, but it isn't long before you're clenching your teeth to keep them from chattering. "You're not cold, are you?" Kei asks with a smirk, and you shake your head stubbornly.

"I'm fine." You force out.

"Sure," He says, pulling his arm away and letting even more cool air against your skin. You can't help hugging your arms around yourself. Before you can react, he shrugs out of the jacket he's wearing and drapes it across your shoulders with a click of his teeth.

"I don't want you to be cold," You mumble even as you pull the jacket tighter around you, relishing the body heat still clinging to the fabric.

"It's not even cold today," He mimics your earlier words in a squeaky voice, and you immediately punch his shoulder.

"You're so mean to me!"

"Only because you deserve it," He shoots back, sliding his arm around you again and giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze when you pout. His fingertips skim your arm through the fabric of his jacket, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

Soon enough, the moon does make its appearance, and you lift your head to look up at it more fully. The autumn moon really does look larger than normal, and seems to shine just a little bit brighter through the crisp night air.

Eventually, you can't help it. You shift your gaze from the moon in the sky to the man beside you. The moonlight softens his features, and your eyes trace the curve of his nose. You feel warmth swelling in your middle the longer you look at him, taking a few moments to memorize his moonlit face in this moment.

"What are you doing?" He finally turns to you, as if sensing your gaze on him.

"Viewing the moon," You answer nonchalantly with the beginnings of a cheeky smile. He rolls his eyes.

"I was wondering how long it was going to take," He sighs at your joke, his exasperated look almost strong enough to disguise the soft smile quirking at the corners of his lips.

"What?" You ask innocently, and reach to sandwich his face between your palms. "You're my moon, Kei."

"You're insufferable," He replies softly, but he closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. His fingers soon come up to cup your face, and he deepens the kiss.

"But you love me anyway?" You ask when he finally pulls away.

"Yeah," He says in a low voice, thumb grazing your cheek. "Unfortunately."

#wow my kei is so rusty #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei

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arriansarchive · 10 months

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Harry potter being an absolute brat (while trying to be subtle in front of your friends) but you can see through his act, so you need to put him in his place... maybe with degradation and edging involved. I love your writing btw :)

Sub!Brat!Harry Potter/Dom!Male!Reader

THANK YOU YOUR AMAZING

I hope my take on this is suitable because I really love the prompt

You didn't specify gender, so I made reader a guy

More eighth year shenanigans

Words: 1389

Reader I guess is a Gryffindor in this? It could be seen as any id think

Please if anybody else actually sees this; I'm begging you to request. I love peoples requests. I need to fulfill my duties

I got my amazing friend's help on this with deciding some things, so he is now a part of Arrian inc. (bad joke yes)

And anon I'm sorry but this might not seem like Harry's being subtle or anything I just didn't know how to incorporate that

I might've bent your request a little. I'm really sorry, but it turned out in an orgasm denial after edging

Okay okay ur great anon thank you sm

Oh also I've upgraded and I said cock one time in this story. Be proud of me

Summary: It is up above this for the basic rundown

The big halls of Hogwarts seemed more empty than usual as you walked down with Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville.

You all were talking about the new Herbology assignment. All of you meaning Hermione, Neville and you with Harry putting in a snide comment to you ever once in a while.

To any other person it might seem like he was in a bad mood or didn't want to do the assignment, but you knew it was something different.

"Y/N, what plant are you going to do your project on?" Hermione asked.

Harry decided to snicker and say, "He's probably just going to cheat off of you again."

You looked at him with a puzzled expression. You had never cheated off of Hermione, and she knew that well. You were a top student too after all.

This comment just made curiosity as well as a little anger spark in the bottom of your stomach. You wondered why he was acting like this.

You had known Harry since first year, and he admitted he was in love with you in your fifth year. Neither of you have told anybody yet, though. You pushed it off as just waiting for the right time, but now your not so sure.

"Harry, what are you talking about? He's never cheated off of me, and I know that because he doesn't need to." She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"He's just the type."

You decided you've had your fill of Harry's nonsense and tried to confront him. "What's your deal? I'm right here."

Harry just looked at you out of the corner of his eye with an evil, sinister smirk present on his face.

Neville apparently started to feel the awkward tension and stuttered his goodbye before going into the library, Hermione following. Ron made an excuse that he was heading to the cafeteria for more pumpkin juice made by the elves and split as well.

"Now it's only you and me, so you can tell me now." You opened a door into the abandoned boys bathrooms, ducked in, and locked the door.

He looked at you with venom in his eyes, but there was also something you couldn't place. His expression looked uncomfortable.

"I don't have anything to tell you." He spat.

You finally felt your patience give out, and you shot forward and pinned him to the back of the empty wall. It was kind of disgusting in that bathroom, but it would have to do.

"I'm getting sick of this bratty ass behavior. Can you just tell me already?" You leaned into his ear, so he could hear your lustful whispers.

He chuckled that ended in a small whine whenever you reached your hand down into his black pants and pulled his waistband to snap back onto the flushed skin.

"Is this really what you wanted that entire time?" You sneered, scoffing whenever he nodded. "You really can't keep it in your pants for a walk to our dorms?"

"It seems not." Harry shrugged under your intense grip.

"Don't sass me, whore." You hissed.

He bit his lip harshly and tried to snake one of his hands under your belt and into your uniform, but you swatted it away.

"What the hell?" Harry's eyebrows furrowed.

You stared at him intensely. "Get your cock out if I have to do this."

"Make me."

You pretended to ponder over this for a moment before diving in and biting him hard on the neck. You like to think vampires aren't real, but if they were you definitely have some genes in you.

He groaned out and struggled to get one of his hands free. You realized he was reaching for his wand, so you let one of his hands go.

Harry gripped his wand with shaking fingers. "Silencio!" He called out, his voice trembling.

You heavily doubted that anybody would hear or try to come into the lonesome bathroom, but you were glad that he actually thought about it since you didn't.

You took the wand roughly out of Harry's hand and threw it down on the sink beside him.

"Now take it out or else I'll leave you here like this. I would've been much nicer if you had just waited" You said angrily.

He obliged this time and pulled his pants and boxers down to his thighs. He winced at the cold and clammy bathroom air hitting him.

You grabbed a hold on him and stroked up and down quickly. You swore you saw Harry's eyes roll back into his head.

"Fuck, Y/N." He muttered.

He twitched in your hand a few times, beads of pre-cum leaking onto your hand slowly. You raised your hand in front of his face and with your other you forced his mouth open and shoved your wet fingers in. He whined through at the loss of friction.

He gagged around your fingers a few times before you took your hand out, a string of saliva threading yourselves together.

"You think that'll suffice?" You ask and held up your hand for him to see.

He nodded furiously and tried to shove your hand back down to him, but you ripped your hand away from him.

"Fuck this, Harry." You said, wiped your hand on your shirt, and walked to the bathroom door.

"No, please!" He shouted after you.

You unlocked the door and walked out briskly. The rapid footsteps behind you signalled that he had put himself away, and he was coming to find you.

That only made you walk faster.

Now, you had no intention to actually leave him that way. You just wanted to make him work for it (and embarrass him for it).

He pleaded after you, but you refused to listen to his desperate begs until you both got to your dorms.

The stairs seemed to take forever, and you were starting to get desperate yourself. Harry finally caught up to you after a few minutes of struggle and began to curse you and your entire bloodline

You reached the common room after five minutes of ignoring him, and you immediately grabbed his wrist to start pulling him to the prefect dorm rooms.

At this time of day the prefects were out doing duties, so you had no doubt that nobody would come in.

"Shut the fuck up." You demanded and started to take his cloak and shirt off.

He grumbled at the buttons that ended up flying off whenever you were doing your relentless heist to get his shirt off but stopped as soon as you bent down.

He was red and seeping, so it excited you to no end. You kissed it, and he moaned lightly. Harry was deathly sensitive from your earlier encounter.

Eventually after licking stripes along the edges and making him beg a little you took the tip in your mouth and sucked vigorously.

He moaned out in practical agony at the edging you were submitting him to. You would drag your lips up and down him painfully slowly.

"Please let me cum, Y/N." Harry whined.

"I will later." You rolled your eyes dismissively.

You hollowed out your cheeks and wrapped your hand around the length that you couldn't quite reach.

He groaned and gripped your hair as you started to get faster, allowing his release to come closer and closer.

He whispered something almost unintelligible if you weren't so close. "I'm gonna cum."

That was your signal to pull off quickly. He watched in horror as it looked like he came, but he didn't feel anything. The white liquid spurted out in globs, but the orgasm never came.

You smiled devilishly at him and stood up quickly. He looked at you in denial at what you were doing.

You kissed him on the cheek lightly, walking away from Harry.

"Hey, where are you going?" He questioned irritatedly.

You shrugged and grinned. "I gave you what you wanted. You came."

He looked on in disbelief as you walked out of the opened door and into the dorm rooms, snickering loudly.

"If you touch yourself at all your going without me for two weeks!" You called.

Whenever you heard him groan in protest, you felt accomplished enough to go down to the cafeteria and take some stuff from the house elves.

Overall, a day well done.

#harry potter x male reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry james potter

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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tadc x reader with a bat/bird bodytype? can be romantic or platonic idc, maybe they have difficulties trying to adjust to the "i guess my fingers are wings now" situation? (got inspired by my tadc oc lol)

TADC x bird/bat!reader !

unfortunately striking this with the curse of limiting myself to only some of the characters thanks to me having a overly difficult time coming up with unique ideas im so sorry </3

CAINE:

im a little stumped, because i think he would help you in some way just not in the same was as ragatha/gangle (im actually writing these in reverse TToTT)

though i do think he would try to help you fly, if you possess the capability

i mean, you should, right? i mean you have wings, afterall! thats his reasoning!

probably starts off really strong, though. i mean yeah sure you cant really die in the digital world but i dont think that would make tossing yourself off one of the tall structures in the carnival any less terrifying... "baby birds do it all the time" my ass!!!

youre gonna have to ask him to tone it down and take things slow

when you do manage to get your feet off the ground he flies by your side and i think thats just sweet because hes not letting you learn and go through it on your own

RAGATHA:

stealing this idea from gangle's part but i think ragatha would be the type to help you relearn how to hold things in your new 'hands'

lots of words of encouragement, puts the object back in your hand when you drop it. she is not going to give up on you, but she will lay off if you're beginning to stress out over it; she doesnt want to upset you :(

she likes doing your hair since you have new difficulties with it, also its just another excuse to be close to you. as well as offering a minute for the two of you to just sit down and talk to each other, not worrying about anything else. its just you two in one of yalls rooms. unbothered by anything thats happening outside the door

its nice, actually

GANGLE:

okay so hear me out, imagine you and her are hanging out and shes trying to help you get used to your new hands and just

shes helping you keep a grip on a pencil while you relearn how to write and and and and :( shes so so soft and patient with you

if youre a bird i like to think she keeps any feathers you shed or otherwise lose, and probably even incorporates them into her art (especially if you two are romantic) and gifts it back to you

i dont know how to word it but theres something inherently sweet about the idea, like how some people will keep the hair of their lost loved ones in a locket in the middle ages

similar energy, except you're still around

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x you #caine x reader #caine imagine #ragatha imagine #ragatha x you #ragatha x reader #gangle x reader #gangle x you #gangle imagine

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maerinhearts · 1 year

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Lygophobia

A blizzard hits town during game night with your childhood best friend. Your fear of the dark has you scrambling to light candles, only the lighter stops working on the last candle. As anxiety seeps into your bones, your best friend comes to comfort you.

Warnings: unprotected sex, flufffffffff, fem!bodied reader, mentions of lygophobia (fear of the dark), mentions of anxiety, best friends to lovers trope (lol).

All characters are 18+.

Minors DNI, please and thank you.

A/N: This was a hard one. It's pretty emotional (in my opinion) and trying to incorporate Osamu's accent was rough. For me, I think his accent would come out more during dirty talk as his brain loses control. I feel like he would change his accent to talk to his customers and it would eventually overtake his daily life. But it would totally come out during sex. Also, this started out with Oikawa, but I changed it to Osamu halfway through, lmao.

The snow just seems to keep piling up outside. The meteorologist warned you about this earlier in the day, about this blizzard. But you and your best friend decided to stick with your original plans to have your usual game night that consisted of Uno, go fish, Monopoly, and Candyland (to name a few). The snow had started shortly after he got to your apartment with his overnight bag slung over his shoulder. You gave his bag a pointed look before raising your eyebrow at him. It wasn't ever unusual for him to stay the night, but you never agreed to it this time.

"What, you just expect me to go back home in a blizzard?" he had asked as he dropped his bag to the floor and kicked his shoes off. "You're cruel."

Of course you didn't expect that. But things had just felt... different... with him lately. You couldn't quite put your finger on the reason why, but something was just off. You found yourself avoiding eye contact more often as well as blood rushing to your face at anything nice he said to you. If he noticed this, he never mentioned it to you, but he had started to act differently.

You think you might have noticed the biggest shift when, a couple weeks ago, you met up to grab coffee and go for a walk on your lunch break. The wind had blown your hair into your face. Before you could react and push it back into place, his hand darted out first instead, gently pushing the strands behind your ear. You turned away so quickly and buried your face into your scarf, too afraid to let him see the blush staining your cheeks.

You avoided him after that, and he noticed. He actually suggested game night and vowed to air out whatever was going on. He packed his bag without thinking much about it and only used the blizzard as an excuse when he caught wind of the weather. And just as he opened his mouth to ask you why you've been so weird lately, your power kicked off, bathing the two of you in darkness and silence.

You scurried around to find candles, setting them out and lighting them quickly before the anxiety settled into your bones. He helped without being asked, his body moved on its own. On the last candle you were attempting to light, the flame just wouldn't catch. Your hand was beginning to shake, anxiety radiating off of you in waves.

It's too dark. It's too quiet. Where's Osamu? He was just here a second ago. You shake the lighter vigorously, hoping to get fluid into the nozzle. You hit the spark wheel again with your thumb. Sparks fly but once again, nothing catches. You curse the lighter underneath your breath, shaking it again. The darkness seemed to start swallowing you, heart pounding in your ears. You hold the lighter in two hands now, hoping to stabilize it, thinking that maybe it was your hands shaking that was keeping it from lighting.

He approaches you gently, as if he might scare you away if he makes his presence known. His footsteps are light, his heartbeat steady as he softly presses his chest into your back, one hand snaking around your waist and pressing you back against him. His other hand covers yours on the lighter. He says nothing as he holds your hand in his, thumb moving to hit the spark wheel once, twice, three times before it lights. He guides your hand to the candle, and you light the wick together. As the flame catches, he watches as it illuminates your face in a soft glow, light caressing your face the same way the sun touches the earth at sunrise.

He presses his forehead against the back of your head, holding you tight enough against his front that you can feel his heartbeat against your back. It's steady in its rhythm.

"Breathe," he whispers into the silence of the living room, the word wrapping itself so sweetly around your body, as if that's all you needed to hear in that moment.

You feel the tension leave your muscles as you focus on the feeling of his heart against you, body nearly sagging in his arms as you calm down. He just holds you tighter, presses his face into the nook between your neck and shoulder. You focus on matching your heartbeat with his, turning in his arms to press your ear against his chest.

His index finger finds its way under your chin, directing your face up to look at him. When your eyes adjust, you notice how close his face is to yours. If you stood on your tippy toes, you could kiss him. At that thought, your eyes glance down at his lips as his tongue darts out to wet them.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly.

It was second nature for him to check on you and take care of you. He's known about your fear of the dark since you were kids. At first, he made fun of you for it, even through your teenage years and early college years together. If you had to guess, he became more understanding and caring within the last five years. He was the first to drape his jacket around your shoulders and wrap you in his warmth. The first to bend down to eye level, looking in your eyes for any signs of anxiety and panic. The first to create light with anything he could find.

If Osamu has to guess when these thoughts started changing, it was probably your last year of college together. When he saw you with that asshat ex-boyfriend of yours. Atsumu highly disagrees with this, but this is the most he could get out of his twin brother when it came to you. Atsumu always knew his brother was in love with you. It just took him seeing you with another man to realize that for himself.

So, when you turn your face up at him, eyes glossy with unshed tears, silence holding the two of you so tenderly in the living room of your apartment, he doesn't move away. He stays in place even when you hesitantly press your lips against his in the softest kiss he's ever received. When you pull away, he waits a beat, watching as embarrassment clouds your face as the reality of what you just did settles into the crevices of your mind.

He’s patient.

Hell, he’d have to be to wait 20 whole years for you.

He watches your face carefully. Watches as your eyes dart away. Watches as your eyebrows pull together in embarrassment. Watches as you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to squeeze what just happened out of your brain. He’s silent as he watches you, thoughts turning over in his mind at how he should handle this. What should he do next? Would kissing you again scare you away? There’s only one way for him to find out, he thinks, as the devil on his left shoulder shrugs and yells at Osamu to take the dive.

He palm caresses your cheek, gently turning your face back to him, eyes finding your plush mouth as his thumb glides across your bottom lip. All thoughts leave his brain as his thumb pulls your lip down in an attempt to open your mouth to him as he leans in to capture you in a searing kiss.

His mouth is hot on yours, tongue diving in to taste you as your hands fist into the front of his shirt. He tastes like red wine and it wraps around your tongue so deliciously, leaving you feeling heady as he pulls back to look at you. Your breathing is the only thing that can be heard in the room now.

He assesses the situation, searching your face for any signs of regret or disgust. A sound of surprise leaves his lips as you throw your arms around his neck and throw yourself into his body, lips connecting once again. The kiss is aggressive. It has Osamu backing up to find purchase on the couch, hands on your waist as you straddle his lap and lean in to kiss him once again.

Your hands rush to pull his clothes off, his hoodie landing god knows where in your apartment. Osamu takes this as a sign to begin undressing you, all of his fears flying out the window as you lean down to press open mouthed kisses against his neck and chest. He’s a mess beneath you, brain reduced to mush as you kiss your way down his sculpted body, stopping to make eye contact with him as you fall to your knees on the floor in front of him, pulling his cock from his sweats.

He feels panic bubbling up in his chest. “Wait,” he calls out softly, hand moving to grab your chin. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His eyes search your face once again. They were constantly searching. He was always on edge around you, fearful of saying or doing the wrong thing; fearful of you being hurt in any way.

You don’t respond, instead you drag your tongue up the underside of his half-hard shaft, eyes remaining trained on his as you watch his eyebrows furrow in pleasure. He hardens more in your hands as he reaches out in an attempt to push you away again, afraid of the consequences of what you were currently doing. You block his attempt, grabbing both wrists and placing his hands on the back of your head instead as you take him into your mouth. His fingers knot into your hair as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. He throws his head back in pleasure, holding you to him.

You dip deeper, taking him all the way in until your nose hits his abdomen. You gag around him and Osamu locks his hands together behind your head, keeping you from moving your head away from him as his body slumps forward over you.

“Fuck, just like that,” he whispers to you, groaning as you gag around him again in an attempt to swallow.

The edges of your vision start to go black as you raise your hand and weakly smack his chest. He pulls up to gaze down at you, pupils blown wide with lust. He nearly comes on the spot when he looks at you, his dick in your mouth, tears falling down your cheeks, brows furrowed in pain from not being able to breathe.

As if he was dunked in cold water, he comes back to reality, hands unclasping from behind your head and pulling you off of him. You cough as you get air back into your lungs, wiping the spit off your face with your sleeve.

“Are you okay?” he asks, panic evident in his voice. His hands cup your head.

You opt to respond with a kiss, letting him know that you are okay, and you’d like to continue. He pulls your body up onto the couch with him, laying you down on the cushions and moving to cover your neck in open mouthed kisses as he pulls your clothes off your body. You’re bound to be annoyed about where you find your clothes in the morning, but you don’t care right now. The feeling of his calloused hands on your body has you writhing beneath him, arching your back up into his touch.

He watches you with wonder and curiosity, dick twitching as your body responds to his every touch. His mouth finds your nipples easily, taking them into his mouth and sucking each one before moving further down your body to suck hickey’s into the skin on your ribcage and waist, a reminder to you that he had been there.

His mouth doesn’t hesitate to move over your clit either. He moves with ease, like he had done this a hundred times. If your mind wasn’t so clouded over with lust, you’d be irritated with how good he was at this. But his tongue massages into you and you moan, hands holding his face against you as your hips gently rock up into him. His hands find your inner thighs, pushing them apart and opening you further. His tongue dances deliciously across your pussy, dipping down to push into your aching hole. You gasp at the feeling, head falling back as you moan out. He fucks you with his tongue, his own hips grinding against the couch cushions as he listens to your sweet moans fill the room.

When he can’t take it anymore, he moves back up your body, gripping the base of his cock in his hand and rubbing the tip right against your entrance. He glances up at you for permission. Just as his eyes meet yours, you’re pulling him down for a kiss. Your tongue moves against his, lapping up the taste of your essence in his mouth, the flavor mixing with the red wine from earlier.

He pushes into you for the first time, sucking in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your walls encasing him. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, concentrating on the feeling of you wrapped around him. Your arms circle his waist, fingernails digging into the skin of his back as he bottoms out inside of you.

“Fuck, s’tight,” he slurs, accent coming through slightly as his brain focuses on the way his body feels.

He’s motionless against you, trying to give your body a chance to relax.

“Move,” you whisper to him. “Please… ‘Samu.”

He moans into your hair as he pulls his hips back and slowly pushes back into you. You gasp out as he sets the slowest pace known the mankind, focused on dragging this out so he can feel every inch of you hugging him.

“Faster,” you tell him, becoming frustrated with his slow pace.

He sits back on his knees, eyes falling to where the two of you are connected as his hands hold your hips. Your pussy clenches under his gaze and his head falls back at the feeling. When he looks back down at you, it’s like a fire has been lit behind his eyes. He pulls you down, fitting your ass flush against his thighs before he fits his hands under your knees and pushes them to your chest.

You let out a small shriek in surprise and he pushes deeper into you, watching your face contort in pleasure as he hits a new depth inside of you. With that, he begins rocking his hips into you, setting a steady pace. But it’s not enough.

“Harder,” you moan out. If he just fucked you a little bit harder, he could hit that spot so nicely.

His hips stutter for a second before he gets his bearings back and begins fucking into you harder, the sound of his skin hitting yours echoing in the room.

“So sexy,” he whispers, and you almost miss it. He’s holding back the praises with an unbelievable amount of control. He doesn’t know what you like, but he’d like to find out.

“Fuck,” he groans out as he watches the way his dick enters you over and over. “Look at ya.”

Your hands fist into the fabric of your couch cushions as your orgasm approaches. “’Samu,” you call out. You hold your arms out to him, wanting to be close to him. He covers your body with his, your arms locking around his neck as his hands lock on the crown of your head. He continues fucking you like this, with your legs wrapped so tightly around his hips, his cock burying so deliciously into you over and over.

“I could fuck ya all day,” he whispers into your hair, accent really coming through as he loses all sense of control.

You moan below him, warning him of your approaching orgasm just as it crashes through your body in waves. He continues fucking you through it, pulling out to spill his own orgasm right onto your navel with a soft moan of your name.

The air is still around you both as you come down, breathing haggard. You don’t say anything as you come back down to reality, embarrassment making its way through your bones. You shield your face from him with your hands. Osamu doesn’t speak and doesn’t try to move your hands. Instead, he hoists you up bridal style and carries you into your bathroom.

You keep your face covered even as he washes your body in the shower, the light from a single candle illuminating the room just enough that he can see his work. You don’t uncover your face until he tries to dry you off.

“I can do it,” you tell him softly, eyes darting away from his gaze when he tries to find it.

It’s not until you’re dressed and in bed, when he crawls in next to you and pulls you against him, that you open your mouth to talk about the events that had just transpired in your apartment.

“Osamu,” you start, but he’s quick to interrupt you.

“I like you,” he mumbles, face pressed in between your shoulder blades, arms tightening around your waist. “I don’t know how, or when, but I like you, Y/N.”

You’re frozen, unsure how to respond to his confession.

“Be with me.”

#haikyuu smut #osamu smut #miya osamu smut #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #two drabbles in two weeks?#who am i #look at me go #if you hate this #tell me #if you love this #tell me all your thoughts and opinions #i want to hear them all

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juukeboxx · 1 year

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Bayverse!Donnie Headcanons

Hi everyone!

Here I am with my first batch of iteration specific headcanons! I'm going to do more headcanons for other versions of the turtles but I wanted to start off with Bayverse!Donnie who became one of my favorite Donnies.

I know that the Bayverse movies are not everyone's cup of tea, and trust me these movies are a personal guilty pleasure. They have their issues like every movie does, but I do think that there are things to enjoy about them. I really wanted to share some headcanons because I wanted to share my thoughts and ideas I had.

So with that, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Slight spoilers for the movies if you haven't seen them, mentions of anxiety

Word count: 768

This version of Donnie is a nerd in every sense of the word. His ability to absorb knowledge like a sponge really comes in handy when understanding series with complex lore like Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.

When the brothers were kids Splinter would make trips up top and get resources for them (food, clothes, etc). Leo and Donnie were the two out of the four that were active readers, and because they had both read the limited books they had multiple times over Splinter would grab (age appropriate) magazines to keep his son's interest.

Donnie really likes annotating as he reads his books, but he's a little bit of a snob with it. He only writes and highlights in old, used, worn down books rather than any of the newer and nicer books he's gotten.

Donnie was incredibly sleep averse as a kid, and still is but it isn't as bad. He always found it hard to try to fall asleep and on days where it was particularly hard for him to go to bed Splinter would make him a soothing cup of warm milk with honey. The moment Donnie's head hit the pillow he would be out like a light.

He still makes the warm milk and honey for himself every now and then because of how comforting it is.

All-nighters are a regular thing for Donnie, but not as often as one would think. The only time Donnie really pulls any all-nighters is when he has a huge project he's trying to finish. That's usually when the kitchen constantly smells like coffee and Pop-Tarts. Other than that he does try to keep a somewhat consistant sleep schedule.

It's hard for him to pick just one Pop-Tart that he likes the most, so he has a top three. Nothing beats a classic cinnamon and brown sugar, s'mores is such an iconic flavor, but surprisingly enough his favorite are the strawberry milkshake Pop-Tarts.

He's not a fan of foods and drinks that have orange artificial flavoring.

No surprise here but he has a massive sweetooth. Not a super big fan of chocolate but there are some chocolate things he likes (usually they incorporate another flavor). Donnie's a caramel kind of guy.

This version of Donnie does not take any bullshit from his brothers, especially Leo and Raph. Yeah there have been times, especially when they were kids, when Donnie was "walked on" by his older brothers as they would push their "older brother authority" onto the younger ones.

But after saving New York and more broadly the world, Donnie's confidence in himself his skyrocketed. Raph in particular is proud of his younger brother for having found his voice and his confidence.

Despite his newfound confidence, social situations are not Donnie's thing at all. This version of the purple clad turtle has some issues with social anxiety. Big social gatherings (for example, the turtles receiving the keys to the city at the end of Out of the Shadows) gives him this bubbling anixety he feels in his gut and he just feels so awkward.

It's hard for him to start conversations with people and small talk just makes him feel more awkward. He feels the most comfortable when he's talking to someone that has the same interest as him.

He really likes making little trinkets for people or fixing things. Donnie's fixed plenty of things around the lair, and he uses thta as an excuse to focus on something else when his brain needs a break from the main project he's been working on.

Donnie has taught Raph some of the basics when it comes to tools and fixing certain appliances. They'll even work on the garbage truck together sometimes.

Not only do they share an interest in books, but Leo and Donnie like to play chess together quite often. Leo sees it as a way to pull his younger brother out of his lab and socialize every now and then, and Donnie just likes spending time with his big brother.

When Donnie's mad at Leo he'll use one of his brother's tea mugs for his coffee.

Donnie and Mikey are almost opposites of each other, but that doesn't mean they don't get along. If it's one thing they do together it's playing video games. They've both collected all sorts of consoles and games over the years and many games they have a mutual interest in.

The two youngest brothers can sit on the couch and talk about the video game they've been hyperfixating on for hours. Donnie has found that Mikey is a great conversationalist.

#itmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt donnie #donatello hamato

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onlyhereforangst · 13 days

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I don’t go here but you’ve mentioned chenford isn’t great. Do I know what Chenford is? No. Do I still know they broke up? Yes.

Pls share the fandom lore and ur thots 🎤

ok so.

chenford, or lucy chen & tim bradford- former rookie & training officer, respectively. the actual characters have been written so fucking phenomenally i barely have words (she says as if she isn’t about to just. go off). they have managed to truly incorporate authentic human flaws and emotions and decision-making into these characters which have, across six seasons, played out for gorgeous individual & paired character arcs. like they are GREAT are they in a great spot? no. but they are FANTASTIC.

now.

if you were to ask the fandom that same question. excuse me while i die laughing 💀 unfortunately the strikes really helped a large majority of the chenford fandom to twist canon into barely recognizable fanon and now that canon is back and progressing as it absolutely narratively should people are losing their gd minds. deactivating accounts, claiming their done with the show, touting that they’ve been manipulated a bold face lie if you have critical thinking skills but i digress. there’s a select few of us having the time of our damn lives, feeling blessed to have such good writing on a procedural????? of all things. unheard of. truly.

so yeah the fandom is Something because who doesn't enjoy a feast of delicious angst? i mean lucy cannot stop inserting herself into every situation, even her boyfriend who has repeatedly asked her to not because he is trying to protect her (this is it's own separate problem) but literally flinging yourself around outright screaming at your significant other is just. not it. i speak from experience 💀 this is not how you get someone to healthily tell you what's bothering them to the point of tears multiple times. its like if lucy isn't the default hero she just cannot handle? its insane and beautiful because its her tragic flaw coming to a glorious, screeching climax. AND meanwhile??? so is tim's!!!! his loyalty to a tragic fault got him in a bind and he doesn't know what to do and can't handle and thinks protecting the one he loves by shutting her out is the way to be most loyal to HER because suddenly he doesn't feel he deserves her so he's going to break his own heart since lucy was too polite to do it.

anyways this storyline has been blessedly built up with undertones and crumbs since literally the end of season 4 and the fandom acts like it was a total blindside. lmao honeys. have you watched the show??? plus its been teased in interviews for over a year i can't 😭

both characters have a LOT of growing and self-discovery to happen individually before they can even begin to consider being in a relationship. not when that relationship had been built on a foundation of subordinate-superior. that *shockingly* doesn't equate to a romantic relationship of equals and guess what?! it had its ramifications!!! miscommunication trope my beloved you slayed.

ok that was surely more than you wanted seek but a million voice notes to the like 2 people that have been calling this storyline with me since the beginning and the vibrating still isn't out of my system!!! cheers to the hate anons i'm sure to get if anyone takes the time to read this 🍻

#ask #seek--rest #chenford #the rookie #the rookie spoilers #i am thriving living my best life skin hasn't been more clear

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funnier-as-a-system · 2 months

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Heyy I'm that game concept anon! Wanted to say that it's been absolutely lovely to read about different systems' experiences!! Nice to see we're not alone lol. I'm usually pretty confident in what we have going on, and people around us (in college) somehow are... supportive, even tho they don't understand what I'm talking about like half the time, but that moment bent me out of shape a little. Glad to report that I'm now back into the proper confident shape yeehaw :)

Also in my first ask I somehow failed to mention this, but the whole deal with the "romantic connotations" was literally just my teacher making it up himself. Like as much as I wanted to show my relationship with my husband/co-host one for one, I wasn't originally going to make the game characters have a romantic relationship. Cuz platonic relationships are very important too! And overall the goal was to show how alters should have better in-sys communication and collective problem-solving, when possible (and NOT bully each other for 'stealing' each other's life, and NOT bully the persecutors for being mean without trying to figure out why they're mean and without trying to help them, and NOT bully other alters for acting like they do without learning their reasoning, like we did, unfortunately.) I guess husband's 'Protective husband' energy was just too intense for the teacher to handle lol. But NOW I do want to incorporate in-sys dating. We'll see how it goes, I guess.

(also please take care!! That's a lot of asks to have wow. Hope you're doing well!)

Hey there!! It's great to hear from you again!

I'm really glad you're feeling better after what happened. So, your professor was just seeing romance where there wasn't any, huh? Feels like a common theme with professors whenever someone writes about any kind of close relationship – maybe it's due to amatonormativity, or maybe in this case it's just your husband's "protective husband energy", as you say, haha. But I'm happy to hear that you've continued working on your project with passion, and that you have people who support you!

I'm also happy to learn more about this game concept you're working on, because it sounds very cool! Everything that you list are important things for systems to learn, though I find many systems struggle to learn them when they first discover their plurality. As we said to a friend once, with how strongly the idea of "one body = one self = one life" is cemented into everyday narratives, it's difficult to unpack that and accept that your body and life may not be only your own, thus making it difficult to accept your system and respect your headmates. Of course, this doesn't excuse rude or cruel behavior between system members, but it's a common reason we've found for conflicts that occur shortly after syscovery. So, I find the fact that you're not just acknowledging but showing these conflicts and the process of improving relationships (with the word "relationships" being used in a general sense here) between headmates in your game to be a very good thing!

Thank you very much for the follow-up – and for the concern, haha! We'll be alright, but I think we'll soon have to create a specific tag for all these asks about intrasystem relationships. Maybe "datenight musings" will work? Hm, we'll workshop it.

#thanks for the ask!#it's certainly been a tiring time answering all these a.sks #but I'm enjoying it #intrasys sweethearts

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 1 year

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For you, I would do anything (Kelley O'Hara x Reader)

Little valentines fic for you all :) First time writing for Kelley! Hope you enjoy

Words: 2.2K

Over the years I had noticed Kelley getting less and less excited about valentines day. When we first started dating 5 years ago, she was super excited about it and I had to break it to her that I didn't actually celebrate valentines day. I despised it. Why did I need one day to spoil her when I did it constantly throughout the year. She was understandably disappointed and I hated it so we had compromised on doing something small. For the first 2 years of our relationship we were never together on valentines day so I got away with sending her flowers and a nice letter. The 2 years after that I just cooked her dinner and got her flowers or a necklace or something similar. I always felt a little bit guilty though because I knew she loved it. Deep down I was worried that Kelley would start to resent me for not liking it, for not celebrating it the way she wanted to.

As we walked around town, looking around shops that were all decorated for valentines day, I noticed how Kelley would frown briefly before covering it up. I promised myself then that I was going to spoil the shit out of her this year. I had just opened my own Auto body and mechanical shop so I didn't have a lot of money these days. Ever since I was a kid, I would spend hours working on cars with my dad. Ranging from fixing them to body work. I fell in love with it and worked for years to be able to open a shop that incorporated both aspects. Despite that, I was determined to spoil her.

Kelley was going away for the week leading up to valentines day and wasn't coming back until the 15th. It gave me plenty of time to put my plan into action. I had been planning on proposing to her for a while now, but I couldn't afford to get her the ring she deserves yet. I knew I could probably get her a cheap $50 one and she wouldn't care, but Kelley deserved better. I had seen a couple of videos where people had made their own rings out of hex nuts or by welding them from scratch. It didn't look too hard so I thought about maybe doing that instead. I just hoped it would be good enough for her.

I tried to enjoy the time with Kelley before she went away, but my mind was working over time trying to plan how to make this the best valentines day. Kelley stopped suddenly, pulling me back with our joined hands and pecking my lips quickly. "You okay baby?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"You just seem quieter than usual."

"It's just been a long couple of days and you're leaving me."

Kelley laughed, pecking my lips, "I know it's hard work, but I'm so proud of you, you're doing amazing. I'm only gone for a week. It'll fly by."

"Let's get out of here, you need to finish packing and I need cuddles before you leave."

Kelley went straight to packing when we got home while I got lost in research about making rings out of a hex nuts. I wanted to get it right so if that meant watching countless videos and spending hours making it then that's what I would do. I don't know how long had passed when Kelley closed my laptop, moving it to the coffee table. She was only wearing underwear and one of my t-shirts, "You've been longer then 10 minutes."

"Sorry baby, I got caught up. Are you all packed?"

She straddled my lap, pecking my lips, "You work too hard. I'm all done."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise for working hard on something you love. Is it cuddle time?"

My hands ran up her thighs as I placed light kisses along her jaw, a quite moan slipping from her lips, "I have a better idea."

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I always hated when Kelley was gone, but this time I was at least a bit glad about it. It meant I didn't have to sneak around or make excuses for staying out late while I planned the perfect valentines day. I still didn't understand it or even like it, but for Kelley I was willing to do anything.

For the next week I spent most of my time at my shop working on the ring as well as a welded flower made from different types of nuts. She had seen a video where someone had made something similar and joked that if I made her one then she would love me forever. So I decided to actually do it. I also spent most of the week anxious and filled with worry that it wouldn't be enough for her. I wanted to do more, I wanted to spoil her and buy her something amazing that she deserved, but I just couldn't afford it this year. I knew deep down that whatever I did for Kelley, she would love it. She always said that it wasn't about the money, that the important thing was the thought behind it. I tried to keep that in mind.

It took a lot of work, but I managed to turn the nut into a perfectly round and shiny ring. I didn't want it to just be plain so with the help of one of my friends I got a feather engraved on the top and 'You swept me off my feet' engraved inside. The feather represented how we first met. Kelley and I had met when she crashed into me with her bike while trying to avoid a bird on the path. I ended up with a fractured wrist and nasty cut on my forehead. Despite that, I still found her oddly charming and very attractive. So when she asked me to dinner as an apology, I accepted. It was the best decision I'd ever made. Even if she always jokes that she swept me off my feet the second we met. That was the reason for the engraving inside.

Kelley was due to land in just over an hour and I was rushing around getting everything set up before I had to go pick her up. I had spread LED candles and flowers across the room, set the table with a heart patterned table cloth, some real candles and a heart shaped box of chocolates. I had prepared her favourite food and some chocolate covered strawberries. Once everything was set up, I rushed out to pick her up. The hardest part was not to telling her about it when she asked how my week was. I normally told Kelley everything. It was easier not to when she wasn't here in person, when I didn't feel her hand in mine or lips on mine. It was hard, but I managed to change the topic to stop myself from spilling everything.

The plan was to have Kelley go in first, which wouldn't work if she managed to get her bags like she was about to. I quickly ran around the car, taking the bags from her hands, much to Kelley's confusion, "I got your bags."

"I ca-"

"I know you can get them yourself, doesn't mean I'm going to let you. Now open the door."

Kelley gasped, freezing in place when she made it inside. After a few seconds, she turned to face me, eyes glistening with unshed tears. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her into me and kissing her temple, "Happy valentines day my love."

"Y-you did this?"

"Unless you have a secret girlfriend I don't know about, yes it was me."

Kelley laughed, kissing me softly before she turned serious, "I love this. You didn't have to do it though. I know you don't like valentines day."

"You're right, I don't really like the day, but you do Kel. I've watched you become less excited about it over the years and I hated it. I'm not going to let you lose your love for valentines day because of me. You deserve to be spoilt, you deserve to be showered with love from your girlfriend on a day you love. Seeing the way you lit up is well worth celebrating a day I don't like so get used to it."

"I love you, I love that you did this for me, but it's not fair to make you do something you don't like."

"And it's not fair to not do something you love. You're not making me do anything. Seeing you happy is all that matters to me Kel and if this does that then I'm going to do it."

She sighed, knowing I wasn't going to back down, "Why don't we compromise? Next year we just stick to what we have been doing and the year after we go all out. Then just keep to that rotation. That way we both get what we want."

"You're okay with that?"

"I am. Relationships are about compromise. I'm just looking forward to the day I get to spoil the shit out of you. I didn't get you anything this year though, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I don't need anything. Valentines is for me to spoil you, the one who actually likes it. Speaking of, can you stop arguing with me so we can get back to me spoiling you?"

I stepped away from Kelley, holding my arm out for her and guiding her to the table. I pulled her seat out, waiting for her to sit down before putting dinner on to finish cooking and lighting the candles. Kelley had a small smile as she watched me move around. Her eyes were almost sparkling with the happiness and love that filled them. It made me want to get down on one knee right then and there, but I had a plan that I wanted to stick to. Instead we talked about anything we could think of while joking and laughing. Even after being together for 5 years, we never ran out of things to talk about. Talking to her was easy, being with her was easy. We fought occasionally, ran into rough patches especially over how much Kelley was gone, but together we made it work. I couldn't wait to marry her, to spend the rest of my life with her by my side through whatever life threw at us.

We had just finished dinner when Kelley squeezed my hand bringing me out of my thoughts, "What's on your mind baby?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about how much I love you."

"I love you too Y/n/n. Thank you for dinner, it was amazing."

I kissed the back of her hand, "You're welcome my love. There's chocolate covered strawberries as well."

Kelley laughed, reaching over the table to kiss me gently, "You really did every cliché valentines thing there is and I love it. The strawberries might have to wait because I'm stuffed."

"I know, that's why I did it. In that case, I have something for you."

I handed Kelley the wrapped flower. She unwrapped it slowly, wide smile appearing as she saw what it was. I felt myself relax slightly seeing her smile while I tried not to freak out about what comes next. "You actually made me one? This is awesome baby."

I pulled the black box out of my pocket, keeping it hidden as I moved to stand in front of her, "You said if I made you one then you would love me forever, so I did. I may have gone one step extra and made you a ring hoping that still stands." I opened the box, sinking down on one knee as Kelley covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with tears for the second time today, "Hoping that you'll let me love you, support you, protect you, make you laugh and smile for the rest of our lives, hoping you'll say yes when I ask if you'll marry me. So Kelley O'Hara, will you be by my side for the rest of our lives? Will you make me the happiest woman alive and marry me?"

"Yes, yes Y/n of course I will," Kelley pulled me up, wrapping her arms around me tightly as tears fell against my neck, "I love you so much."

My own tears made their way down my cheeks as I connected our lips then pulled away slightly, "I love you Kel. Can I put this on you now?"

Kelley connected our lips in a lingering kiss before holding her hand out. I slipped the perfectly sized ring on her finger, nerves skyrocketing as she examined it, "Did you say you made this?"

"Um yeah. I couldn't afford the nice ring you deserve so I made one. It's nothing special and I'll get you a-"

"Baby I love it. I love it so much. This means more to me than any fancy, expensive ring you could have gotten. I don't want a different one. I love this because you made it and that's more important then how much this costs. You engraved it with a feather?"

"Riley did it for me. I figure it represents how we first met. It's engraved inside as well."

Kelley slipped the ring off, laughing as she read what it said, "How the hell did I get lucky enough to get to marry you? I love you so fucking much Y/n. I can't wait to marry you."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #kelley o'hara

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