#you evil nonnies with your evil asks | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

userpoe · 2 years

Note

wait omg is it canon that today is poe's bday?? this so cool ahh

Yes it is!!! In issue #21 of the ongoing Star Wars comic by Charles Soule, Shara mentions that 5/10 is Poe's birthday in universe during a recording she makes for Kes, meaning that our favorite beautiful disaster was born on May 10th!

#ask box #nonnie nonnie #poe dameron #i highly recommend that run if you enjoy the delight of charles soule breaking your heart into a thousand lil pieces every month by #understanding sw and its characters perfectly and being a masterclass in evil parallels and narrative contrasts #also for bey-dameron family content. which is extremely important.

10 notes · View notes

astriferias · 2 years

Note

The thing is, atheists are intellectually superior. I dont know how you can look at a religion that teaches people they should abuse their kids for beint gay and not think theyre all dumbasses.

they probably do it the same way an anon looks at an ask box and decides to be a condescending pain in the ass

(also, saying “aThEiStS aRE iNteLLeCtUaLLy SuPeRiOr” is an automatic -10 IQ points. humans are nuanced and it makes you sound dumb etc. etc.)

#my religion is minding my own fucking business you should try it #also like you'e not entitled to any info about me but for the record i was raised in a religious tradition #i don't practice it and i'm not personally religious #but it's not my place to actually morally or intellectually superior #just bc of my own personal beliefs #or lack thereof #and you know nothing about me so you don't get to condescendingly talk at me about that #there are 'religious' people who use religion as an excuse and a shield for really evil bigoted actions #but there are far more people who have their own personal reasons for what they believe #who am i to be an asshole about what brings people in pain comfort #that would make me like you i guess nonny #again pls consider minding your own fucking business #asks #anonymous

3 notes · View notes

faebriel · 8 months

Note

I just think that Maybe This Time by Liza Minnelli (from Cabaret) with c!Niki

oh nonnie...... c!niki's never gonna land a love win (VERY bullying)

i can see this as like. some deeply melodramatic pmv in niki's isolation era honestly (i love a deeply ironic deeply tragic song-character match in case you can't tell lol.) that bitter feeling of no one loved me because i didn't compete to their standards. lady peaceful lady happy....... ohhh niki. ohhhhhh niki

especially re: cpuffychu like niki is sitting there like i've has lost SO MUCH...... maybe this time she'll win? (uhm. no)

#when i say deeply melodramatic i mean like. you know how people use the song my way? like that #asks #ty nonnie!!#also a bit evil of you to send a song talking about the odds being in your favour in my current state of brainrot but okay. okay /silly

0 notes

stevebabey · 2 months

Note

uhm shyly comes into your inbox to give a steve idea :’)

finding him so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it. so he’s cocky about it and teasing, it’s never relenting. he loves it and honestly so do you.

(feel free to ignore!)

trying to get my steve groove back on!!! thank u for sending something nonnie!! a lil bit of shy!reader <3 just a blurb too

Steve doesn’t know it’s a favourite of yours.

One of his polos fits his chest pretty perfectly if anyone asks your opinion. It’s that nice navy colour that looks good against his tan skin, with a bold stripe of white through the middle. A little plain but classic.

It hugs his biceps snugly and stretches ever so slightly over his chest. At the right angle, you can see the definition of his pecs and it’s awfully good at reminding you of what they look like with no shirt on at all.

The thought makes you fluster a bit.

He’s got plenty of polos but this one— this is your favourite. And he’s wearing it tonight, on Valentine’s day, and now you’re not quite sure you’ve been as slick with your wandering eyes as you hoped.

Across the booth, Steve smiles at you, his lashes kissing in the corner. He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck and your eyes zero in on the bulge of his bicep instantly.

Steve’s smiles melts into a grin, a tad wicked.

Yeah, okay, maybe he does know it’s your favourite.

You fluster again. Something nudges at your foot under the table, right as Steve says, “What?”

He’s teasing. He definitely knows what.

“Stop,” you murmur, on the side of embarrassed. “You know what.”

Steve smiles again and drops his arm, thankfully, only to fold them and lean forward on the table. It does wonders for his arms, especially in that shirt. Damn that shirt. Damn him. He’s evil.

“Do I know what?” He pretends to muse thoughtfully.

He tilts his pretty head to the side just an inch. His eyes stay locked on you, drinking up every second your flustered reaction. You’re beautiful, even more so when you get all embarrassed about liking him.

“Steve.”

“What?”

“I will not be responsible for any further inflation of your ego, thank you very much.” You mumble it as you take a sip of your soda, eyes on the table. Why is it so terrible to have him know you were leering at him?

Steve laughs loudly. He finally slides his arms back and off the table, giving you a temporary relief.

“You’re the only one who can inflate my ego, actually.” Steve counters, his brows raising. He steals a fry off your plate and chews it slowly.

You eye him over your cup, skeptical.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” He shrugs, swallowing his food. He takes a sip of his own milkshake, oh-so casual when he says, “Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me anyways.”

He grins across the table at you, a more mischievous shine in his eyes.

“Why do you think I picked this shirt?”

You’re equal parts mortified and enthralled at what he’s said. In your surprise, you accidentally inhale a bit of your soda and it burns as it goes down the wrong way— you cough awkwardly to clear it. Okay, less equal, more mortified now.

It’s your turn to ask. “What?”

Steve nudges your foot under the table again, teasing and flirting all in one. His pink lips curve into that grin that makes your heart flip flop— and there’s even a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. As though he’s also endeared but embarrassed by your attention.

“It’s your favourite.”

“It’s—” You splutter and for some reason, decide to lie. “No, it’s not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it’s—” You pivot mid-sentence. “Who told you?”

Steve laughs again, that big loud belly-laugh where his cheeks get all chipmunk-y cos he’s grinning so hard. When he stops laughing enough to talk, he’s reaching across the table. You’re not quick enough to pretend to avoid his hand as he snags it with his own.

“Baby,” he says. “Nobody had to tell me. I could just tell.”

Somehow when he says it like that, when he calls you baby in a voice all sticky with fondness, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.

You nudge him back under the table and sip your sofa again to try think of something to say. He knows what you look like when you love something. How terrifying. How intimate.

Another sip of soda. Steve rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, content to gaze you. His view is sweet enough he must have cartoon hearts circling above his head.

You can’t think of anything to say in the end, so you just squeeze his hand and nudge his foot again — and trust that he’ll just be able to tell what you mean.

#this was fun! thank u so much for sending one #it was a challenge to make something go with it #i’m feeling very into new relationship getting used to each other jitters <3 #ruby writes steve #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader blurb #steve harrington x you #steve x you #a baby baby blurb :) enjoy !

454 notes · View notes

dotster001 · 6 months

Note

Since requests are open in honor of my favorite holiday, Halloween, how would Vil, Rook, Malleus and Lilia react to a f!reader/f!MC’s witch costume complete with the pointed hat, fingerless lace gloves, a lace sleeveless black dress with a knee high skirt, witch socks and buckled shoes. (I can probably see Vil and Rook helping her with her nails and makeup for the occasion.)

CW: Fem reader

A/N: we've waited a long time for this one, nonnie. Happy Halloween!

Let's be real….Vil designed the outfit. Vil bought the outfit without telling you. Vil brought it to your dorm, said, "change", and then stood there while he waited for you to change.

He then styled your hair, did your makeup, did your nails, yelled at you about how to properly compose yourself in the outfit, then Snatched your wrist and dragged you with him to show off your look.

He's not going to go all gaga over you like some of the others. He knows how beautiful you are, and he hopes you know with how often he tries to make it clear to you. That said, he is very proud, both because he designed it, and because everyone is complimenting you.

Designed the outfit pt 2

The night before Halloween festivities began, you heard a knock on your second story window, and when you opened it, he was perched on the windowsill, outfit in hand. Gave you a roguish wink, and said something about being very excited for tomorrow's festivities, then he jumped off the sill, and did a perfect roll landing, before skipping off into the woods.

You would think he had never even seen the outfit (he gives Wataru in this clip energy) He's wild, almost crazed as he compliments every aspect of the look, and how it sits on you. If you say something along the lines of "you designed it why are you so nice?" He'll say, "Ah, but you are the one who brings life to my humble design!"

He's immediately thinking about what you'd look like in traditional Valley of Thorns regalia. It's not anywhere similar to your witch costume, but your costume is dark, and Valley of Thorns robes are dark, so that's the only tie in Mal Mal needs.

He's going to treat you like a lady, placing your hand in the crook of his arm, escorting you where you want to go, pressing kisses to your exposed fingertips.

You're just too pretty dressed up like a witch. And as your brave dragon, he has to protect you from evil pirates, vampires, and gravediggers! He was so excited for Halloween festivities, but now he's far too busy hoarding you and your time.

Will steal your outfit for himself once you're done with it.

He wishes you'd have told him about the outfit, he totally would have tried to match. Think of how adorably mischievous he'd look in a witch costume!

He'll giggle and ask if he can be your bat familiar. Wouldn't that be so fun! His beautiful little witch, and her handsome bat companion! How exciting!

Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll @stygianoir

Note: haven't used the taglist in a while, so if I forgot you, or you want to be added, let me know!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader

509 notes · View notes

anantaru · 1 year

Note

i just remembered that one trend on tiktok where you get onna fake phone call and pretend you're getting some juicy gossip just to see how ur s/o would react and its so funny to imagine how the gossip bfs would be so nosey.

Kaveh full on turning the corner to stand beside you after hearing you "gasp in shock" and kuni slowly peeking his head around the doorframe and getting caught LMFOAIOJDJWJS

- 💳

cw. none, crack, gn! reader, gossip bf kuni & gossip bf kaveh, modern au!

synopsis. you play a fake phone-call prank on them

a/n. help nonnie i love this idea i had to write a little something to it <3

— scaramouche

"no, i do not believe this!"

dramatically pondering into the phone, you had made it your own personal duty to prank your boyfriend once again, unbeknownst to him of course.

but as might be expected, kuni wasn't stupid, so this had to be perfect, mind-blowing and you lowered your breathing to get in step with your devilish play.

scaramouche was currently in the living room, comfortably laying on the large couch while resting his eyes for a brief moment— today was one day like any other, needless to say it was demanding, becoming fatigued was only one of the many negatives of his job.

but then, before drifting off into a tranquil nap, your voice shook him awake, his eyes split open at your perceptible tone, scaramouche knew something big must've happened for you to be this all over the place and noisy.

and he knows better not to question it— that he was awfully bad at containing his excitement for any gossip, really, as long as there was something to gush and giggle about, complain or chitter chatter to his hearts content, kuni would always be right around the corner, cocking his ears to catch onto your words.

"but why would he do this?" you yell again, this time a step louder, "wait what?! he did what with his money?"

"who?!" bingo— you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from laughing, it was way too easy to pique scaramouche's interest.

"tell me who? hey!" he peaked from behind the couch— his voice a little breathy, lower too so he wouldn't interrupt your phone call which, unsuspected to him, was fake.

"i can't believe he would do this, wow." it's over, kuni assembles the remaining power in his body to push himself off the warm confines of the couch before stomping towards you.

"what happened?" he asks again and tilts his head in a confused manner, but you do not respond.

"end the call, i want to know."

and this time you couldn't hold back the bristling power of an incoming laughter as you hiccuped and howled at his pleading face.

"it's a prank!" you giggle, lips split into a contagious smile, "i‘m sorry!" but he wasn't having it, instead scaramouche purses his lips at you, closing his arms around his chest— which fun fact, he'd always do whenever he wanted to appear more stern or poised.

"tsk." he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "you better make it up to me now."

— kaveh

"tell me!!"

kaveh restlessly whispers from right behind your body, once again— begging you to spill the beans, if it helps he'd even go on his knees for you.

but you further slant onto the kitchen counter, unbothered by all of this while motioning a short 'psst' sound with your lips so he'd keep himself quiet and wouldn't interrupt your oh so important phone call with your friend.

that admittedly, they weren't on a call with you right now— because in truth and nothing but the blatant truth, you began to play a little prank on him— quite evil, but what's new?

it was befitting too, to catch a glimpse of your boyfriends sweet tendencies to be hungry and eager for each and any gossip you could provide to him.

kaveh was unnerved— excited for something to gossip about because your stories tend to be so much better than his own which would mostly include his roommate alhaitham being a menace to society.

"wait!" you inaudibly gasp and dramatically place your hand on your chest, right above your heart for that extra special nuance that whatever was said right now, must've been huge, "so she went home with her?!"

"with whom??" kaveh whimpers, nudging his finger into your shoulder, once twice— beating frantically against your skin like he was trying to win a contest on; 'how to annoy your significant other the best'.

"who baby, say a name, please!"

"psst, kaveh!" you scold him and he squints, though you're a natural at concealing your amusement, "but i want to know." and he stomps his feet on the ground while sloping his body forward so he could hug you from behind and crush you with his weight— maybe even listen to the voice coming from your phone himself.

"i don't hear anything!" he pushes himself into you more, ear tightly planted against your hand that was holding your phone, "wait are you messing with me?"

he cocks a brow, pulling himself off you so he could look at your face and discern this mystery himself. he knows it in the way you suddenly hid your mouth with the back of your hand, sneakily placing the phone on the kitchen counter while giggling to yourself.

"sorry."

it doesn't help that you're so sweet— or that kaveh was madly in love with you, one of the two, otherwise he would've been actually mad at you now.

"seriously, i was so excited baby!"

2K notes · View notes

mncxbe · 5 months

Note

hiii! i hope ur requests are open and if theyre not im very sorry and ignore this!

ive been thinking too much about dazai with a younger reader whos 15 and reminds him a lot of himself. like he remembers what oda said and becomes determined to steer u down the right path

overall becomes a sweet (but very annoying sometimes) big brother figure <333

nonnie♡♡ this is hhh such a nice idea I went a bit silly with it hope u like it. he would definitely try to bring you on the right path. to make things even more interesting let's assume you're from the PM.

The two of you met when he was out on a mission with Atsushi. Naturally, he paid no attention to you, a little scrawny kid scrolling on her phone, walking in their direction. But that was until you suddenly attacked them.

You were so relentless in your fight that you ended up badly injured, so they had to take you back to the Ada office to get treated by Yosano. After all, a Port Mafia member or not, Dazai couldn't bring himself to let a kid die.

When you eventually woke up in the infirmery you saw him standing at the edge of your bed, arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched you intently.

"You feeling better kid?" he asked and you only nodded in response, eyes darting around the room, taking in your surroundings.

Dazai noticed the cunning look on your face, the way you scanned the room for possible escapes while still maintaining a nonchalant facade and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Now, now don't worry kid. We'll let you go as soon as you answer some questions"

Dazai asked you about your mission and your involement with your Port Mafia; routine questions mostly: how you ended up working for them, who you serve under, how long you've been with the PM- things to which you gave a half-hearted, disinterested response. But you refused to get into detail about the organization's plans; no matter how much he persuaded you and tried to get inside your head, you just wouldn't break.

With each calculated reply Dazai saw more of his younger self in you; the innate ability to lie like it was your second nature, the way you managed to turn any conversation in your favour and mostly, how impassive you were to any of his threaths.

"You know, if you refuse to cooperate I'm gonna have to get the information out of you in other ways"

You simply sighed, idly picking at your nails. "Well, pain would be bothersome, but I'd rather die than betray the Mafia"

Dazai saw an opening, a slight crack in your carefully built facade "So you're that afraid of what they might do to you if they find out you're a traitor?"

"Nah, but I prefer to stay true to the things I believe in. After all, does life have any value if you give up on your beliefs?"

There it was, the answer he was looking for. Sighing, he rose to his feet, staring down at you "That's quite grim for a kid your age to say."

"I don't think it's grim. More like honest, but who am I to discuss the value of life with you?" you said casually, pointing at his bandages.

"Oh wow touché" he chuckled "But what exactly are those values you're so keenly holding on to, some principles passed down to you by the boss? Can you really call those things values?"

"Sure I can. As long as they give me a purpose to live" For a brief moment you caught a shadow of doubt on the brunette's face. He was conflicted, you could tell.

"You know" he started again "I once thought the same as you do, that good and evil don't matter as long as you do a job and get it done well, but violence and death only give birth to more violence and death. It's a vicious cycle, really, so don't expect to find a purpose or a reason to live in that."

You lowered your gaze, continuing to pick at your nails and he knew the conversation was over. He wasn't gonna get anything out of you.

"Look, kid, you're wasting yourself in there. If you want a reason to live I can give it to you"

"And why would you do that? You don't seem the type to do charity work?"

"Let's just say that that's my purpose in life, to guide people like you on the right path"

"People like me? Meaning petty criminals working for the Mafia?" you inquired mockingly, raising a brow.

Dazai scoffed at your remark "We both know you're more than a petty criminal, but yes. People like you, who don't take life for granted and want to understand its meaning."

"So now you can psychoanalyse me too hm? Are you gonna tell me this mentality of mine comes from the fact that I grew up without a father figure or...?"

Your witty remarks were starting to get to him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Nah, it comes from the fact that all you've seen in your life is evil and look where this has gotten you. Five years in the Mafia and you're still where you were at the beginning, still searching for a deeper meaning in life. We're more alike than you may think, kid. As I said, I used to be in the same position you're in"

You shrugged, feigning disinterest, but he could tell his words were affecting you.

"And your point is?"

Taking in a deep breath, Dazai combed a hand through his hair "My point is that you should leave the Mafia and join us. Change your perspective. If finding a purpose in life truly is your goal, then you won't regret this decision. Trust me"

You both stood in silence for a while as you considered his proposal. You could technically leave the Mafia, it's not like working there has gotten you anywhere. No matter how many missions you completed or how fast you climbed the ladder, there was still a nagging feeling that you could do more, that there was more to life than this.

You finally raised your gaze to meet his and gave a small nod. "I'll think about it."

"Good, you do that, kid"

Dazai helped you out of the bed and walked you to the front of the building. You left without even saying goodbye, making your way down the street; towards the Port Mafia headquarters. Dazai watched you slowly walk away, your figure growing smaller with each step you took and somewhere deep down he was sure he'd see you again.

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

154 notes · View notes

jake-g-lockley · 1 year

Note

Hi! Can I request prompt 19 with Din Djarin? Fem!Reader. Thanks in advance 😊✨

As We Fall (The Mandalorian x f!reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Want to be Tagged?

Prompt: ARGUING!!!!! then a heated “kiss me.” and suddenly their hands are all over each other

A/N: ohohoho I loved writing this!!! Oh nonnie, thanks for the ask

Warnings: MDNI, smut, sexual content, roasting the shit outta each other, play fighting, Din removes his helmet.

Word Count: 1.2k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You and the Mandalorian had a lot of free time after Grogu left the both of you to join Luke Skywalker. You both had been moping around the Crest like sad parents, but the both of you were mostly bored out of your minds.

You could not stop thinking of the man before you. He had removed his helmet when he said goodbye to Grogu and you almost collapsed at how beautiful his face looked. He had a gorgeous rugged beard and fluffy hair that you wanted to touch and run your fingers through, although you never admitted to it.

His eyes were a special shade of chocolate and you would fight whatever evil force that plagued the galaxy to see them up close. You wanted to memorise his face but Din had not removed his helmet in front of you since that day and you were too shy to say anything about it.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” his modulated voice broke through your thoughts.

“Nothing, just of how bored I am.” you said casually, leaning against the chair you were seated on.

Din was smirking under his helmet. He might not be a Jedi who can mind read, but he could see the subtle spike of your heartbeat through his visor as you not so subtly stared at him. His steady voice didn’t betray the fact that he already knew what you were thinking about and he was already concocting his own plan.

“Why don’t I teach you how to spar?” he said, tipping his head slightly, making your heart quicken again.

He knew you wore a good mask with the way your face didn’t twitch, not even for a millisecond.

“Oh, please, I know how to fight, Din Djarin, too scared to challenge me?” you tipped your chin upward and smiled sweetly.

“It’s not a challenge when I know that I could take you down easily, meshurok.” he casually got up and brushed invisible fluff off his beskar armour and you gulped.

You loved it when he called you that. Meshurok. Gemstone. You were his gemstone, a treasure that he found and cherished with his life. He didn’t know you knew what he meant and you intended to keep that knowledge to yourself to shield the Mandalorian’s ego.

“Oh I bet you can, Tin Can.” you say as he threw you a stick that replicated your sword and his Dark Saber.

He simply tilted his helmet again and positioned himself.

“Ladies first,” he said.

You waited for him to make his move, raising your eyebrows at him when he didn’t.

“I’m clearly the one with the dick, sweetheart.” he said flatly and placed one of his gloved hands on his hips.

“Hey, ladies can have dicks too, okay?” you quickly say swinging your stick at him after taking note of his lack of defence.

He blocked you just in time, almost lazily as he pushed you and your stick away with his. You knew he was grinning under his helmet with the chuckle he let out.

“Yep, I walked straight into that one.” he huffed, swinging at your hips but you caught him and pushed back with a groan when met with resistance.

You swung for his head and he ducked, but you took another swing at his legs instead, missing by an inch.

“What? You walked straight into a dick? Man, please tell me you didn’t break the mirror, it's the only one on this god awful ship.” you frowned at him as he went for your chest.

“Well, you don’t need a mirror to tell you that you look like a fuckin’ Wookie on spice.” he countered back and you feigned hurt clutching your chest, ducking his swing again.

It was time to pull out the big guns.

“Really Mando? So you’re telling me you fisted yourself silly over a Wookie on spice?”

He froze and you took that chance to disarm him and knee him in the stomach, making him collapse to the floor in a heap. You quickly climbed over him and placed the stick you were holding against his neck, sitting on his abdomen. His breathing was coming out in quick puffs, and you grinned down at him, bathing in the fact that you knew about his little secret.

A few weeks ago, he had walked in on you in the refresher, turning into a blubbering mess and running out almost instantly when he saw you bare. You thought nothing of it until you heard soft groans and whimpers from his quarters late that night. You never brought it up, but today seemed like a good day to let it slip.

His gloved hands grasped at his helmet and with a soft hiss he pulled it off his head and set it aside as he scanned your face. Falling for you was never part of his plan, but that day sealed it all for him. You looked perfect, with all your curves and scars and he craved to see that again, to rip off all the baggy clothing you wore and let his lips and bare hands travel the planes of your skin.

Now, he looked down at where your body met his and he actually believed that you were sculpted for him, the way you fitted so perfectly against him. You shifted slightly and his eyes snapped up to look at yours once again. You had a soft smirk on your lips and your hand was twitching at the stick you were holding.

“Stop looking at me with those eyes, Mandalorian.” you whispered, drinking in his beauty from up close.

“Fuck, I can’t, meshurok.” he breathed, keeping his eyes on yours.

Suddenly, everything was a blur. You felt the stick being pulled from your grasp and tossed aside as Din flipped you over. He loomed over you and kept you caged between his legs, not breaking eye contact. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, pressing into you like you were a breath of fresh air after he had been poisoned with thoughts of you. Your hands were soon clawing at his scalp as your legs wrapped securely around his abdomen.

You were too lost to know when it happened but he had pulled his gloves off at some point during the chaos and was now feeling you up, swallowing your moans and groans. You pressed yourself against his hardening member under his flight suit and he bit at your lip, unmercifully drawing blood from you as you cried at the pain and pleasure that blossomed through you. His lips travelled to your neck as you pulled his hair harder, soft nips making you whine and writhe against him as you pulled him closer.

“Have it Din, take it, gar serim.” you moaned in the language of his people and he almost melted against you in shock, instantly lifting himself off you and carrying you up, presumably to his quarters.

You certainly had enough time to memorise every inch of his face after the events of that night. Sure, the Mandalorian Din Djarin managed to cure your boredom, but he also had rendered you paralysed for about a week and left beautiful bruises blooming throughout your body like you were his latest art piece.

He had thrown you around and used you like you were his very own ragdoll, clutching you to him like you were going to run away, his cock stuffed deep in you for hours. Your throat was hoarse from screaming, pleasure and pain twisting together as you felt Din’s skin against yours.

If falling for the Mandalorian was this dangerous for your body, you should’ve just done it from the second you met him.

Translations: Meshurok: gemstone Gar serim: That's it.

Tagging: @fandxmslxt69 @joygirlmelii @wolfbook87 @randomnessfangirl @in-between-the-cafes @minigirl87 @alexxavicry @lia275

Reblogs are appreciated~~~

924 notes · View notes

devourable · 8 months

Note

hello! i'm new to your blog, and im honestly in love w/ all your yanderes, especially mykolas :)

if its okay with you, could i request some headcannons of how mykolas acts and looks, like what kind of traits he has?

💕💕

im so sorry this took for fucking ever for me to get to nonnie 😫 ik youre not new to my blog anymore but welcome!!! here's some hcs on the forest puppy for you

🌲 the beast • mykolas

· mykolas isn't any specific creature. he's kind of just his own thing with no real origin. he’s incredibly tall (over 8 feet with the antlers), bipedal digitigrade, glowing white eyes and a skull-like face, he definitely doesn't look like anything naturally occuring in nature either. some believe he's the offspring of a devil worshipper who was abandoned in the woods, others think he's some sort of werebeast who can't transform back into a human. mykolas himself has no clue either, and mostly responds with non-answers if you ask him about it.

· behavior wise? he honestly acts like a mix of domestic animals. he purrs like a cat, whines like a dog, throws little stompy tantrums like a bunny, all while being built like a tank lmfao. additionally, he’s VERY territorial after meeting you and will pick a fight with anything and anyone that invades the space he deems your home.

· before you, he wasn't really.. living. he just kind of existed, moving through each day without a sense of purpose. your existence grounds him and makes him feel alive, and that's why hes so obsessed with being by your side. he loves nothing more than cuddling you for hours on end, and being away from you gives him anxiety

· he DOES speak, but his english is pretty busted and his voice is rough from hardly being used. pronouns, adverbs, and adjectives are rare to hear from him and his grasp on grammar isn't the best. he doesn't mind if you teach him but he does get self conscious about it if you bring it up to him.

· he’s carnivorous, but he mostly eats fish because he doesn’t like the mess that hunting makes. trespassers are an exception to this.

· outside of the above, none of the tales that the people he lives near spun about him are true. he’s not a bloodthirsty beast, nor is he evil. he’s just lonely, and he’s not capable of fixing that on his own

#inbox | anons #🌲 mykolas #dating him is honestly kinda like dating a big pet with crazy separation anxiety #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere terato #yandere teratophilia

135 notes · View notes

frostbitebakery · 3 months

Note

Do you have a story/reason behind the scars on Cody's lips for the evil doppelganger au?

(also I absolutely adore it, from the writing to the art. It all fits together so well)

I definitely have backstory to every hurt and freckle, Nonny.

CW: body horror, panic attack

———

“Careful.”

“Of course,” Ecmo answers drily, causing Obi-Wan to take a step back with a short, apologetic bow. “Should you be up, General?” Ecmo asks with a side-glance before putting the tweezers to use again.

Obi-Wan flushes. Very lightly because of blood loss but it’s a pretty sight nonetheless.

Instead of going to the assigned med-bed, Cody watches in bemusement as Obi-Wan fishes a stool from under the corner-desk with his foot and sits down, gingerly placing his bandaged hands—

Obi-Wan’s screams trembled in the back of Cody’s throat, clanging and pounding behind Cody’s squeezed shut eyes, not wanting to see the hammer coming down again—

Ecmo drops another bit of sutures onto the tray. “Almost done. Anesthetics still holding up?”

Cody nods. He only has the most vague sensation in his lips, the immediate area around his mouth. Still, he— he needs—

He can’t feel his mouth.

A short flick of his fingers has Obi-Wab sitting up straighter and Ecmo backing up with held up hands.

He can’t feel his mouth. It’s there but not his, it’s theirs and dry and he needs water and

“It’s okay,” Ecmo reassures immediately, voice coming through water and vacuum and black holes. “Take your time.”

He’s so thirsty, his tongue is glued to the roof of his mouth.

“Cody, I’m here. We’re both here. We’re not there anymore.”

Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up before they hear you and the last time Obi-Wan had tried to speak, they had held Cody down and made an example of him with needle and thread.

“We’re safe. Cody, we’re safe.”

He knows that. He knows that because he had screamed for help, ripping the stitches through his mouth, when he’d seen life-saving gold. Had cried when he’d pulled an unconscious Obi-Wan on his back and away— away—

“You’re in the medbay on the Negotiator.”

Away.

His reflection stares back at him silently from a polished transparisteel wall. He’s going to have scars.

“You’re going to be okay.”

The panic in his chest stops its maelstrom and hardens like it’s glassed.

Yes. He will be.

He’ll tell himself that often, in the upcoming years. He’ll survive because he doesn’t know what else to do.

He’s been designed to fight so he does. The CIS, the Senate, Sith, and droids and a chip in his head that Obi-Wan will shorten out, fighting off Cody with broken hands and a broken lightsaber glancing off Cody’s face and eye. Obi-Wan will crawl away from him with a smashed knee Cody had stomped on to keep him from moving.

He’ll survive that, too.

But for now he pushes his forehead against Obi-Wan’s stomach, wishing to hide beneath his ribs.

#surrender au #codywan

89 notes · View notes

teecupangel · 4 months

Note

Catboy nonny again

Desmond with a collar with a bell.

From @auroramoon-draws16

Consider: Desmond also in a collar, a cat collar with a lil bell

The catboy!Desmond ask, the Desmond hates baths sequel and additional ideas of catboy!Desmond for those unfamiliar with it.

.

Desmond hated the damn thing.

Sure, it was padded so it didn’t leave a mark and it was the right size that he didn’t feel like it was choking him.

But the problem was…

the little bell.

The fucking bell that makes a cute chiming sound every time Desmond move.

Assassins should be required to wear this damn bell. Let’s see them try and be stealthy-

“Desmond, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?”

Desmond froze.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He had kept a hold of the bell the entire time but Ezio’s Eagle Vision was already at the level that his hearings were more enhanced than usual.

Was it possible that he heard the bell anyway?

It wasn’t like Desmond could stop the little ball inside the bell from jingling-

“Desmond…” Ezio looked worried as he asked, “Are you planning to chase the guards again?”

Desmond blushed.

That had been an embarrassing moment in his life.

It had been the middle of the night and Desmond saw the light of their lamps and…

He couldn’t explain it.

He just felt the need to chase it.

Why?!

He wasn’t a fucking moth!!!

Desmond quietly nodded, believing it to be the lesser of two evils.

“Then it’s not that.” Ezio said, rubbing his chin, “There’s no way you would confess your plan.”

Desmond glared at Ezio.

So it was a trap then.

Ezio hummed before he looked around.

There was nothing in the garden that Desmond would want to hide as far as Ezio could remember which meant…

“You were planning to jump over the walls again, weren’t you?!” Ezio said as he walked towards Desmond who took a step back, “Do you remember the last time you left without telling any of us?! We looked for you all day and where did we find you? In one of the farms outside! Getting chased by dogs!”

That was one time!

The other times, he was able to return before they even noticed he was gone!

That was an anomaly!

But…

Desmond didn’t say any of that (since it’ll come out as meows anyway) and simply…

… ran.

“DESMOND!”

He knew Ezio was chasing him and his entire body honed in on the very thought that something was chasing him.

And ran even faster…

.

Desmond chasing (and freaking out the mercenaries on patrol) is inspired by @supercomicgirl’s replies:

Pointing out, you can make lasers with any crystal. Not necessarily a very sharp light dot. But you can make a beam and have it move around. Cats will chase it. and dogs too… don’t do this unless you want a dog with potentially hyper fixation on light beams. Which, you know, kind of works??? So imagine Altair or Malik holding a crystal up to the light and its refractions causing a little rainbow colored beam. They won’t even notice, but Desmond sure does. Suddenly, flying catboy

It’s not a laser but I kinda like the idea that Desmond’s catboy instincts makes him see ‘lamps’ as something that must be chased.

#ezio is suffering what cat owners suffer from #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

75 notes · View notes

nohoney · 9 months

Note

k! k! (◕‿◕✿) imagine having a dream that coffee + cigs touya cheated on you and you wake up angry at him╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

no but fr this has happened to me and it was so hard for me to not be actually mad at my partner when i woke up (-﹏-。)

nonny i got u (☆ω☆)

see touya just rolls over and sees that you’re already awake, just scrolling on your phone idly. he greets you with a raspy ‘good morning’ and tries to kiss you but you turn away and tell him to get off. and of course he’s thinking oh great, what did i do this time?

he sighs and asks you if he hit you during his sleep again and that’s why you’re mad at him. it’s a thing that unfortunately happens every so often; he can’t help it honestly but he knows that he has to apologize. you tell him a curt no and get out of bed.

touya pinches the bridge of his nose before following after you, knowing that it’s better to stay within your space than assuming to give you space until you verbally tell him yourself. he makes the coffee and you warm up store bought croissants in the little toaster oven. he comes up behind you and places your favorite mug in front of you, having already added the creamer your coffee.

“why are you pissed? i’m not gonna have another conversation with you about taking your anger out on me without you telling me, do you understand?” touya is firm in his tone, showing that he’s not gonna let your attitude slide. he knows the difference between you being crabby and then actually being upset. “hm? we gonna talk this out or are we spending our morning in separate rooms?”

you wiggle out of the small space and take your mug with you. it seems like it’s going to be the second option but you lean on the opposite side of the countertop so that you face him.

“you cheated on me.”

his eyebrow raises in question before he tells you, “i have never.”

“uh yeah you did.” you insist.

“okay, humor me. when did i ‘cheat’ on you?” touya puts his hands up for air quotes around the emphasized word.

you pout at him first before answering, “last night, in my dream.”

yup, he knew it was for a dumb reason.

“i’m serious touya! what kind of bad vibes were you giving me last night to affect my dream? do i have to get something to ward off evil energy?” you scoff before sipping your coffee. “how dare you.”

he rolls his eyes at you but it’s a win that you chose to talk to him instead of being in your mood. “yes how dare i, meaning the me in your dreamscape, do something that i, the real me, would never do? you want me to apologize for what your mind made up in your sleep?”

“yes.”

“okay, i am sorry that your dream made you upset and i happened to be the star of your dream. just know that i wouldn’t do it to you in real life, ever.” he assures you, knowing that underneath your attitude you just want assurance that he’d never step out on you in real life. “can i kiss you good morning now so that we can have a peaceful morning?”

“… yes.”

#my bbs who can relate put your hands up #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi fluff #k.inbox

157 notes · View notes

mustainegf · 16 days

Note

write a fic about dave mustaine coming home very tired and the reader rides him so he can relax

This is so perfect, I love you for this nonnie

Relax - Dave Mustaine

Dave set his stuff down on the couch with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. This wasn't uncommon, recording days always took a lot out of him. But I was just happy to have him home.

"You okay sweetheart?" I asked, rubbing the side of his arm as he watched me through half hooded eyes.

"I'm good, just exhausted," he said, watching me. An evil thought found its way into my head. "Why don't you go to the bedroom, I'll be there in a second, okay?" I smiled.

Dave seemed too tired to catch my hint.

I smiled at this, watching as he trudged to the bedroom. I shut off the living room lights, following behind him.

He had already stripped and was getting under the covers when I walked into the bedroom. "Hey, baby," he greeted. I came over to the side of the bed, slipping my hand between the sheets.

He turned to look at me.

The smile on my face must have given away what I wanted because his eyes darkened instantly. "What are you doing:" he asked. "Helping you relax..." I replied.

I leaned down, kissing him. He kissed me back, his hands finding my hips.

"I'm not sure if I can do this," he said.

"Why?" I asked. "Because I'm tired and you're gonna make me feel good," he replied with a chuckle.

He pulled me into the bed, my legs straddling him in the darkness. "Just relax, let me do the work," I hummed, kissing his cheek.

Dave groaned, exhaling as he guided my hips to rock on his now district bulge.

"Mm." I stifled softly, the friction building on my clit.

I kissed his neck, sucking on the skin.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, pushing my hips down. His hands slid up my back, pulling my shirt off and unclasping my bra, pulling it off of me. He squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples.

"Take your clothes off.." I whispered soflty, my voice breathless.

Dave pulled off his shirt, his pants following. He seemed desperate for this, despite him being so exhausted. He swallowed hard, tensing as he paid back down. I watched him evilly as I teased, pulling down my panties at a painfully slow pace.

"Relax.." I hushed, his veins running past my slick folds.

I pushed my hips down, his cockhead parting my lips. "Fuck," he groaned, pushing me down. I took him in slowly, feeling the head of his cock hit my cervix. "Mm." I moaned, rocking on his length.

I reached down, rubbing my clit as he began to thrust up into me. "Yeah.." he groaned, his hands grabbing my hips.

He bucked up into me, pushing me down onto him. "Don't thrust honey, you said you were tired," I teased, bouncing slightly as I watched him.

"Please, I need it," he begged. "Just relax."

I rocked on his cock, teasing him further. He dug his fingers into my ass, flattening his hands against the mattress, trying to force himself deeper into me. "Okay, okay, but don't stop moving," he growled.

I threw my head back slowly, my hands steadying myself on his chest. "Oh, Dave.." whines fell from my lips.

"That's it sweetheart, just like that" Dave clenched his eyes shut, his hands now squeezing at the flesh on my thighs.

I sank my hips down, engulfing his length whole and repeating. Dave golden orange hair was splayed across the pillow in sexual frustration.

"Good- good girl, taking me so well?" He grinned, as he eyed me down.

I smiled, pushing my hips down on his cock. "Y.. yes," I moaned, my fingers digging into the flesh of his chest. He grinned, his hands finding my hips again. He bucked up into me, taking me by surprise.

"Fuck, baby," I moaned, my eyes rolling back. He chuckled, his hands now squeezing at the flesh on my thighs.

"You like that?" he asked. "Yes, please don't stop," I begged. Dave nodded, timing his thrusts with my bouncing.

I could feel my body slowly becoming shakier, having a harder time keeping my pace. "I can feel you squeezing me, you can cum sweetheart," he growled.

"I'm so close," I whined, my hands now on his shoulders. He gripped me harder, pushing me down onto him. "Cum for me baby," he growled, the veins in his neck bulging.

"Dave!" I moaned, my back arching. My body began to shake as I came, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his hands squeezing at the flesh on my thighs.

I dropped to his chest, my head on his shoulder as he continued to use me.

"Cum in me, you deserve it..." I whispered, softly kissing behind his ear.

"I'm close," he groaned, his hands now on my hips. I nodded, kissing him again. He bucked up into me, his cock twitching as he came. I felt the warmth of his cum fill me, a small smile forming on my lips.

"Mm," I moaned, my hands now on his chest. He pulled me down onto him, his cock still twitching inside of me. "Fuck," he groaned, his eyes rolling back. I smiled, kissing the side of his neck.

"You okay?" I asked. He nodded, his warm hands caressing my back. "Yeah," he groaned, pulling me closer to him. "I love you." I smiled, nuzzling into him. "I love you too."

#mustainegf #metal #dave mustaine #dave mustaine fanfiction #dave mustaine fic #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine x reader smut #megadeth fanfiction #marty friedman #megadeth smut #metallica #thrash metal #heavy metal #megadeth x reader #dave mustaine fluff #smutshot #smut fanfiction #smut

35 notes · View notes

loolingz · 1 year

Note

pls let me indulge in being fwb with sae, but he ends up falling for u first and just keeps it to himself for the longest time :(( i feel like one day he’d “accidentally” let it slip that he wants more with you while ur fucking, n he tries to play it off like it’s no big deal but on the inside he’s so nervous he’s scared you off ugh </3

nonnie YES!! tysm for this, oh my god! he’s scared to tell u bc usually its fucking with no feelings, i love him!! enjoy it, and asks are always open!

he was in trouble.

he'd known he was for weeks. when you came over to his house in a nice frilly outfit to attempt to wow him — which, of course, you did — he knew. if only you knew what was going through his head when you two were having fun with each other.

"oh," your breathless voice pleads. "sae, please," the way he hums against your skin has you squirming in his grip, tightening around his fingers as he kisses your neck and shoulder ever so lightly. as sae stretches you out with his fingers, your thigh-length skirt does nothing to protect your lower half. your blouse was rendered worthless at this point, owing to the fact that it was no longer on you. when the two of you first met, it was flung over his shoulder someplace. he enjoyed littering you. you enjoyed the sensation of his teeth. it was a win-win situation for everyone. or so you thought. you were unaware of his lingering touches and delicate movements.

a third finger slips inside of you, and you’re ashamed about just how much it affects you. it’s hard to stay quiet when he has his way with you- he knows your body too well by this point. his mouth focuses on that sweet spot on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s the spot that can easily turn your sighs into moans. his thumb circles your clit and draws little mixed-up shapes in order to keep your toes curling and that fire in your belly burning. it’s downright evil the way he’s able to make you this wet. it’s like he wants the whole world to hear your arousal as he works his magic on your pussy. but you’re not entirely a saint right now.

after all, you are the one with your hand around his dick, aren’t you?

the growl he gives after a particularly harsh tug on his dick is satisfying. there’s precum coating your fingers. he’s making a mess of himself while making a mess out of you. but even the space between your thighs grows wetter and wetter, you can’t help but find yourself eyeing his frustrated face with a certain confidence. if the only way to get back at him is a couple of well-timed strokes then so be it. you’ll have him putty in your hands in no time at all.

this wasn’t the first time the two of you had... “mutually pleased” each other. Nor was it the second, or third, or fourth time. in fact- any chance he got, he’d simply send you a text message and have his way with you to his heart’s content every chance he got. even still, you always felt like you never quite had a good grasp on how to get him off. his dick felt all too large and heavy and hot in your hands. the mere memory of it being inside of you, stirring up your insides, was enough to send your heart racing. though you’re doing something right. you always do. he’s always the first one to grow close to his orgasm.

but he always makes you cum first. every single time.

when his hips begin to buck in time with your strokes, his fingers start moving inside of you faster. much, much, much faster. he stops peppering your neck with thousands and thousands of little tiny nips and kisses and marks just to claim your lips once more. he’s swallowing your moans, keeping you quiet as the lazy scissoring motion he was previously using on you moves to something more focused and deliberate. his long fingers curl deep inside of you, digits finding your the spot that makes you see stars and prodding at it again and again in a way that’s just not fair.

it’s so hard to focus. it’s so hard to keep your eyes open. they flutter and flutter in an attempt to keep your mind intact, but it’s just so hard. your mouth drops open to let out another moan, and this you just know is a little too loud for comfort. but you can just feel the smirk he gives you against your skin, and you just know sae isn’t opposed to his claim in front of others. but you can’t think about that right now. your mind is on sae and sae alone.

that, and the way he’s about to make you cream all over his fingers.

his unoccupied hand moves up from its resting point of holding on to your hips. he traces and teases your skin as he trails his hand upwards until it finally reaches its destination- your chest. his hand gropes at your breast, twisting and teasing and twirling an overly sensitive nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers tip. you’re starting to see stars.

and that thumb. oh, god, that thumb. you don’t know how he does it. how he’s always able to bend you to his will, over and over again. because that thumb. that thumb on your clit is cruel. it’s so cruel, and it’s so mean. it’s what causes you to break away from his kiss with a startled gasp and a sudden shriek. the pit at the bottom of your stomach is growing. you feel hot- hot all over, and sae was not helping. the tickle of his hair against your shoulder as he whispers nothing but filthy words of praise in an attempt to coax you into an orgasm is sending you into overdrive. his breath against your ear, the way he breaks you down into a whiny little mess, and that thumb.

“you just cum for me, got it?” he’s growling now. low, deep, and all too husky for your poor fucked out brain to process. “wish we had more than this. wish we were more than this. ‘want you so bad..”

his eyes widened at his confession, quickly adding a line about your pussy holding tight on his fingers, trying to play off what he had just said.

this sae of yours- this green eyed, red haired sweet boy of yours is downright filthy behind doors. he’s dirty in all the right ways. tainted in all the best of the word, and it’s all for you. all for your body. all for your pleasure. all to drive up you up, get you drunk off his touch, and keep going until you can’t even stand. or pass out. all for your love.

whichever comes last.

in a last-ditch effort to ensure he experiences what he’s putting you through, your grip on his cock tightens. you’re pumping it furiously, working your hand in the way he’s taught you all those weeks ago when it was your first time together. you’re moving with purpose, with vigor, and with passion. his breath hitches loudly, and he’s humping your hand faster and faster. but there’s no time to taste the victory. his retaliation is swift, and his retaliation is punishing. because in just seconds, he’s practically ambushing your pussy

at this point, you’re reduced to tears. all you can do is nod and beg and whimper as you try to clench down on his fingers, chasing your high. your legs are shaking, and at this point, sae is the only thing keeping you upright. every breath you take is overcome with nothing but gasps and squeals as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens. god, you’re so close. how does he do it? how does he always manage to take you to new heights that you’ve never been before?

“could give you so much more than this,” he whispers again and the sloppy chants of ‘yes, yes, yes, yes-’ fall out of your mouth in pretty little bows, dolled up just for him. “cum for me.”

and you do.

it happens with a start- the coil in your belly snaps, and your mind goes numb. you let out a loud cry as your cunt clenches around his fingers, but sae swallows it quickly with a deep kiss before he starts to cum himself. he forces you to ride out your orgasm with him, white-hot ropes cum shooting out of his dick with every little groan that sneaks out his mouth. his thumb slows down, not quite abusing your poor, oversensitive clit anymore, but it still feels like torture. you don’t want him to stop. not now, not ever.

the quiet gasps of air you let out are all the forest hears in the aftermath. sae’s lips brush against your shoulder, your neck, and your lips over and over again as he catches his own breath. the smile you give him is soft when he finally meets your eyes. But it’s not until you offer up a silent nod does he finally give a small smile back.

and as wordlessly as the two of you started, he sinks down to his knees, hikes a leg over his shoulder, and gives you his tongue in all the right ways.

“then make me yours, sae itoshi.”

#bllk #bllk smut #blue lock #blue lock smut #sae itoshi #itoshi sae smut #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #x reader #x reader smut #pining #fluff #reqs are open!#sae itoshi x reader #itoshi brothers smut #smut

324 notes · View notes

chvoswxtch · 7 months

Note

hi :) congratulations on 3k! can i ask for midnights (from the vault) with frank based on the lyric

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

from enjoy the silence - depeche mode

thank you very much nonnie!

I love depeche mode. I hope you don't mind that I started with angst (it's just who I am as a person) and then ended it with some fluffiness (not exactly spicy, more like mild sauce) bc frankie is a hopeless romantic sometimes and that's just fact

as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

enjoy the silence (frank's version) (from the vault)*

all i ever wanted / all i ever needed is here in my arms

Frank Castle had never truly known peace. He had been fighting internal battles long before he joined the Marines, and in the interludes between tours when he got to go home, he was still haunted and lost in combat in his mind. After losing his family, Frank sought bloodthirsty revenge against everyone involved. Discovering the betrayal of his best friend in the midst of his vengeance, he felt the lashes of treachery against his soul.

Even though his hands were stained with blood and he had personally made sure that everyone who played a part in his family’s murder had paid the price, he couldn’t stop. Frank continued to wage war against the wicked, and the Devil himself couldn’t help anyone who got in his way. But the amount of lives he collected did nothing to bring back those that were ripped away from him.

For years, Frank brutally slaughtered the wicked anywhere he went to try and tame the bloodthirsty thing inside of him. He thought combatting the evil he saw in the world would make him feel better, but it only made him feel more hollow. He was reckless, impulsive, and had no regard for his own life. He didn’t care if he made it out of a dangerous situation. He didn’t think he had anything left to live for, and was surviving purely out of spite.

Until Frank met you.

Out of the endless corruption he had endured, he finally found something good. You were patient and gentle with him, and thoughtfully warm and loving. You saw him in the same light Maria had, and you were the only thing that had felt like home after losing his own years ago. With you, Frank felt like he could breathe again. There was no longer a demon in him demanding a taste of flesh. There were no more blooming bruises and crimson dripping wounds. He came home wearing marks on his body that you had made during an intimate moment of passion. When he woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare, you were there to hold him and lure him into a peaceful slumber with your nectarous words and the lullaby of your heart’s rhythm.

Piece by delicate piece, you helped put Frank back together. He started to recognize his own reflection again. All the heaviness he had felt over the years slowly started to melt away from his shoulders. Frank started to smile again. He laughed at your silly jokes. He offered to help with dinner, and then would interrupt the cooking to twirl you around the kitchen. He taught you his favorite songs on guitar, and even learned your favorites to surprise you with. Finally, Frank had a reason to live again.And he finally found peace.

Everytime you let him inside your body, Frank felt like he was being granted the greatest gift. He was constantly grabbing at your pliable thighs and rubbing his rough palms along your silken skin, just to remind himself that you were real. He wrapped his hand around your throat, and felt your heart pounding against his fingers; tangible proof that you were here with him. He stared deeply into your eyes, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure when he pushed himself as deep within your warm walls as he could.If making love to you was as close to Heaven as he was ever going to get, he never wanted to stop.

Because you were here in his arms, loving him unconditionally, trusting him with your body, and you were all he needed to be happy.

#court's 3k friends celebration #the eras tour (court's version)#court’s 3k followers celebration #frank castle #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader #frank castle request #frank castle blurb #frank castle smut #the punisher #the punisher request #the punisher blurb #the punisher smut

86 notes · View notes

khaire-traveler · 17 days

Note

Do you need signs from hellenic deities or is there any chance that they will not work with you??

I've heard Artemis is picky with who she works with but then again, unreliable source because tiktok 🚶‍♂️

Hey, Nonny!

Genuinely, I would not take any advice or listen to TikTok pagans or polytheists in the slightest. Misinformation is spread rampantly there, and people often make ridiculous claims. I would just disregard it completely, if I'm going to be honest. I don't think I've ever learned anything helpful from there. I'm not shaming you for finding information there, though, just so you know! It's hard to know which sources to trust when it comes to such a freedom-based religion.

That said, you don't need signs from deities - in general - to start worshipping them. I only engage in deity worship (which I honestly think still includes "work"; deities still help you improve on specific aspects of your life through worshipping them), but I've personally not met a deity who is unwilling to receive worship or veneration. My biggest piece of advice to you is to just jump right into it! What do you have to lose by reaching out? Remember that deities are the protection from evil, not the cause of it. There aren't any negative consequences for simply reaching out.

That said, however, if you want more certainty before beginning, I recommend looking into different divination methods. This is the best way, imo, to receive a direct answer from a deity. It allows for back and forth conversation, oftentimes, as well which is undeniably useful. I recommend simply reaching out and asking the deity in question if they're interested, if it bothers you a lot.

In my experience with Artemis, btw, she has not been picky. She seems to be very welcoming and has always been kind to me, even looking out for and protecting me from danger. She is extremely compassionate (I believe she actually has something similar to "Kind" or "Compassionate" as one of her epithets) and tends to be very nurturing, in my experience. I recommend simply reaching out. I see no harm in doing so.

Also, if you'd like some good resources on Hellenic deities and worship, I highly recommend the book Hellenic Polytheism: Household Worship by Labrys. I also recommend looking into ancient works, such as Theogony by Hesiod or The Library of Greek Mythology by Apollodorus. These can simply inform you on the culture and myths surrounding the gods, though I would not interpret them literally personally. I've also heard Artemis by Stephanie Budin is good, though I haven't read it myself. I've simply heard this from other worshippers of Artemis. As for online resources, as always, Theoi.com is a great place to find very basic information about Artemis as a goddess. It doesn't include much worship information, but you can likely find out more traditional ways of worship by looking into her ancient cults, if that interests you.

If any of my followers know of any good resources on Artemis, please feel free to let me know! I'd love to give Nonny a solid place to start.

I hope this helps! I wish you luck on your new journey. I wish you well! Take care, and have a good day/night. 🧡

#anon asks #answered asks

24 notes · View notes