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I need to be Price’s big scary dog (yes I know Ghost exists but lemme dream for a minute for gender reasons).
Imagine being this huge hulking figure that’s constantly his shadow, teeth bared, ready to snap at anyone who dare cross him.
But also. Being his good boy, his good pup, and being allowed to fuck him senseless. Him muttering slurred praises as you fuck into him, pinning him underneath your weight as you breed him.
He really do got that dog in him and that dog is me ‼️
Anygays! I hope you are doing well and hydrating and resting :3
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Thinking about Price being known as the captain to pick up strays, taking in problematic soldiers to give them a second chance.
When he first read your files all he could see was people describing you as a merciless beast but instead of being horrified, Price had been intrigued.
He couldn’t help but wonder what made the beast tick and if he could use it to his own advantage.
So he had you flown out to base, escorted all the way to his office with guards leading you there.
Price had been quick to send the guards away. They’d been hesitant at first unsure if the captain should be left alone but eventually they did leave.
Price had walked up to you, cupped your cheek, and pulled you closer to inspect you throughly
And instead of biting his head off, like anyone would have expected you to do, you were quiet as ever while keeping your head bowed.
Good boy, he thinks to himself. I’ll train you well
And trained you he did, whenever you dared bare your teeth at him, he’d have you down on all four before shoving his cock down your throat, all while keeping a boot clad foot on your clothed crotch. You’d be muttering apologies with your lips wrapped around his dick while your own dick weeped under his boot clad feet.
Whenever you refused to listen to his commands he’d tie your arms and legs to the bed while using a toy on himself. You wouldn’t be able to touch him, hell sometimes you wouldn’t even be able to see him, only being able to hear the sounds of pleasure slipping past his lips and the obscene squelching sounds that echoe throughout the room as he fucks himself on the dildo.
You’d beg and plead to see him, to fuck him, promising you can make him feel better than the toy can but he wouldn’t listen to any of it, smiling at the tears trickling down your cheek while he rides the plastic dick “that’ll teach you to listen to what I say”
And maybe just maybe if you’ve been good enough he’ll let you fuck him, listening to the pathetic sound escaping your lips as he lines your cockhead up with his puckered rim, watching the way you go from setting a steady pace with your hips to erratically thrusting into him, before he feels you spill inside him
“s good so good- thank you sir - thank you so much”
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hi 💖 I’m literally ✨obsessed✨ with your writing atm and I’ve never done a request before so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity!!
I would love to read an established couple fic where reader drops by !professor spencer’s office and spicy times ensue 🌶️👀 the trope where reader is inexplicably jealous of the girls auditing his class gets me every 🤌 single 🤌 time 🤌 (but don’t feel like you have to include that trope!! I’m a sucker for any !professor spencer smut lmao)
- 🐺 anon
A/N: Thank you sm for your request!! I am also slightly unhinged about Professor Spencer (I think this is my second one this month lmao) so I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: use of sir, degradation, fingering, no contraception, PinV sex, semi-public sex, jealous reader (she's like 27 beefing with undergrads), age-gap (15 years), Spencer keeps a souvenir of her visit 😊. Also I don't even know if American lecturers have office hours, so like... For context I am a European living in SK lmao. 18+ MINORS DNI
W/C: ~2k
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You’d lost count of how many times you’d visited Spencer in his office now that he’d started lecturing semi-regularly. The break from his regular activities as a member of the BAU suited him well, and you had no complaints either, loving having an excuse to drop by the college campus he was based on to visit the cute student-run coffee shops and explore the space. And since you’d started working from home while you wrote your novel, you definitely had the time to visit.
Usually, you’d find him in some lecture theatre or the other, but having walked around all his regularly scheduled rooms, he was nowhere in sight. You shrugged a little, figuring that he must be in his office if he was nowhere else. You were right, of course, but he wasn’t exactly alone.
A line of undergrads had formed at his door as you noticed the sign pinned to his door mentioned his updated office hours for the semester in the run-up to finals week. Typical. You were never the best-timed person, and you could see that you weren’t going to get his attention for a while from the look of all the students. You waited outside for him to open the door and summon the next student into his office, settling onto a couch opposite his door.
You weren’t trying to listen in to the multiple conversations going on, but you couldn’t help it when they were being so loud and open.
“God, he’s so fucking hot, I just want him to bend me over that desk and-”
“-wonder if he’s single. If he is, I’m totally going to make a move-”
“-I just know it’s big-”
“- in that lecture about the serial rapist, all I could think about was his hands-”
You blushed a little deeper with each of their confessions. They didn’t know who you were, of course they didn’t, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell them. But now you knew why it was that they were here, and honestly, you couldn’t blame them for lusting after the man, you’d done the same thing. Your relationship had started in a similar way. You’d knocked on the doors of the FBI with a case back when you were a journalist, and been met with those big brown eyes and it had taken your entire strength to not jump him then and there.
So you understood. But you didn’t have to like it, and you certainly did not. The longer you sat there, the older you felt, constantly resisting the urge to yell at these kids in an old maid's way. Gods he was old enough to be some of these girls’ fathers. You weren’t exactly close in age with him yourself, a gap of about 15 years separating the two of you, but come on.
The door to his office finally cracked open, and you followed the sound of his voice, still rambling out facts as he let the student out.
“Now that you have the difference between stressor and trigger down, you’ll find it easier to interpret some of the readings, just keep in mind that sometimes they can be one and the same.” The student nodded and thanked him before leaving, a slightly disappointed look shadowing her face.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” His smile lit up the second he saw you, and you held out the coffee you’d bought him earlier to him.
“Thought I’d drop in and see you. I missed you.” Maybe it was petty of you in front of literal teenagers and people who couldn’t even legally drink yet, but you wrapped a hand around his waist, underneath his suit jacket, and looked up at him with a big grin, fluttering your eyelashes. He looked at you with knotted eyebrows, trying to decode your words as if they were the key to cracking a case he was working on.
You felt the eyes of the students burning into you, heard them whispering to each other and your grin deepened. You’d marked your territory successfully.
“I’m sorry, I’ve got office hours for the next 25 minutes, do you mind waiting?” He looked apologetically down at you, speaking with a bit of an awkward tone, not used to the notable PDA.
“That’s fine. I can wait out here, right?” You asked, trying to give him your most innocent look. He nodded his assent, and you returned to your seat, grabbing a book from your bag and settling in as he welcomed the next student to his office.
An hour later, all the students had finally dispersed. A fair few of them had given up after you made your identity known, embarrassingly slinking away from the queue, but a fair few had stuck it out, still just wanting a glimpse of him. The conversation had dimmed though, now back on the topic of college parties and TikTok stars or something.
When the final student slipped out of the office, you jumped up enthusiastically and joined Reid inside, letting yourself in with a small knock and a sing-song “professor.”
He was sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose looking down at some papers, and looking as attractive as he had the day you’d met him. You slunk over to him, swirling his chair around so you could sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.
“What’s gotten into you today?” He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, obviously not objecting to the sudden physicality of your affection. “It’s not an anniversary, we’re only on our 1,813th day of dating which doesn’t mark any milestones or other special cultural holidays, so what gives.”
“You know I love it when you talk numbers to me.”
“You know I love it even more when you spill and tell me what’s going on? Come on, Y/N, something’s different.” You pouted at this goddamn superhuman perception. It was going to be embarrassing to admit that you saw the gaggle of girls that had been crowding around his office as competition.
“There were a lot of students today.” You said, simply changing the topic a bit, hoping you wouldn’t have to explicitly name the green-eyed monster that had taken over you.
“Not really, that’s about the amount I get every time I open office hours.”
“Every time?” He’d told you often that you were an absolutely open book, your facial expressions baring your every thought and feeling. So you cursed yourself at the pout you felt forming on your lips.
“Woah, what was that? Y/N, are you… are you jealous?”He laughed a little bit as your frown deepened, a flush coming up to cover your face.
“So what if I am?”
“Have I not been paying enough attention to you, baby?” He trailed his hand up between your thighs and your breath hitched as you felt the tone of the conversation immediately shift.
“They were talking about you, y’know?” your breath hitched at the last word, as his hand found its way to your clit, beginning to press the tiniest of circles around that nerve.
“Oh? What were they saying that made my princess so upset?” The hand gripping your hip was nearly painful now, as he clasped you tightly, letting your legs spread for him as he slowly picked up the pace, your back now flush against his chest as he looked down to between your legs from over your shoulder. Your head was thrown back against him, your chest rising and falling with every small movement.
“They were talking a-about your hands,” you moaned out. His eyes stayed fixed on your center, but his free hand trailed up to your blouse, popping a few buttons expertly so he could see the rise and form of your chest, see your nipples sticking out through the thin bra you’d chosen that morning.
“Hmm, is that it baby? They just talked about these hands?” He continued at his agonizing pace on your clit as his hand lifted to your nipples, pulling one breast free of your bra and beginning to roll it between his fingers. You writhed at the touch, trying desperately to keep quiet, knowing from your time outside just how thin these walls were.
“Baby, I think you didn’t hear me. Was that all they said?” His tone was darker now, and you knew you had to answer before he made you.
“No!” You moaned out, trying to gain back some composure when all you wanted to do was relax into his hands and let him pull your release from you. “They… they said they knew you were big… Down there.” He laughed a little at that and shifted his hips underneath you.
“And are they correct baby?” You feel him pressing against your leg now and it takes everything in you not to let your eyes roll back in pleasure and let him use you as he wants.
“Yes, sir. They were… they were right, you always fill me up so good.” Your hips start grinding down into his, his hand stilling as you use him to get yourself off.
“There’s something else they said, right, baby? You’re holding something back?” He smiled, dropping hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck as you frantically rubbed yourself up against him. Your moans were ripping out from your mouth now in frustrated moans, as you felt needy in a way you’d never quite experienced before.
“Stop teasing, Spencer.”
“No. This is my office, and you come in draping yourself all over me like a whore in front of all of my students. You don’t get to call me Spencer right now, you’re going to have to show a little bit more respect.” With those words he pushed you up to your feet, pulling his hands off of you before quickly clearing a space on the desk and bending you over it.
“I heard this bit. They said they wanted me to bend them over and take them like this, right?” You heard him unzip his pants, bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance as he started teasing you, pulling your panties to the side. You moaned out a yes, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore.
“Use your words, baby. What did they want me to do to them?”
“They wanted you to bend them over the desk and fuck them like a little whore, sir.” With that confession out in the open, he finally pushed into you, stretching you out with a sinful groan slipping from his mouth.
“Fuck baby, so tight and wet for me…” His thrusts were hard and slow, and you could feel the wetness seeping down your legs, the wet sounds of your activity filling the space infinitely. His pace picked up and so did your constant mewls from the contact, the sounds completely unmistakable for anything but base lust.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. Going to come, right here on my cock in my office, huh?”
“Yes, sir, I’m going to…. Shit, I’m going to cum.” He grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to his, swallowing each of your moans with his mouth as he let his tongue explore, your body twitching still under his ministrations. He kept his rough pace up for another minute or two before hitting his peak as well, pulling out to empty himself out on your thighs.
“Shit, Y/N,” he mumbled, falling back into his chair and running a hand through his tousled hair as you fell forward back into the desk, chest heaving. He was at eye level with the results of his labour and you heard the sound of his phone camera clicking before you could pull yourself together.
“Spencer!” You giggled awkwardly, looking back at him with an incredulous look as he pulled some tissues out of the desk drawer and started cleaning you up.
“What? I always take notes during my office hours.” He grinned up at you, as you turned around and planted another kiss to his lips, pulling him back up to you.
“How many students do you think will actually turn up to your class tomorrow?”
“I’ll be lucky if the module actually has any sign-ups next term.”
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Hello my beloved! It's been a while since I've dropped by!
NSFW question for ya:
Do you think the Crusty King prefers giving or receiving oral? 👀 this is hot on my brain rn
I hope you are doing well<3
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Hi babe!!!! It's so good to hear from you and receive your amazing thirsts and questions 😍
Okay let's see.
The thing is, I believe our Shiggy probably wouldn't even know how to give oral to begin with. I mean the poor guy has lived his entire life touch starved and alienated— due to his family first (namely his father) and his quirk later on, so he would definitely need some guidance and introduction to any form of intimacy.
Now, let's say he meets a partner who would be patient with him throughout the experience, obviously they would be the one giving him oral first and watching as he falls apart beneath them (I love picturing this by the way), and maybe after a while when he's finally confident enough to reciprocate the action, he would eagerly do it just to make his partner feel as good as they have been making him feel, and although he most likely would be bad and clumsy for the first few times, he is still persistent and a quick learner, and he would soon be able to drag an orgasm after the other -from his partner- just using his mouth.
Witnessing this new found power in himself would be addicting, and knowing that he's able to render his partner a moaning and withering mess underneath him, would make him prefer giving oral instead of receiving it, just to relish the sight of them crumbling under his watchful eye.
#🐺 anon#shigaraki imagine#shigaraki headcanons#shigaraki smut#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x you#shigaraki x y/n#tomura shigaraki smut#tomura shigaraki imagine#shigaraki tomura x reader#tomura shigaraki x you#tomura shigaraki x reader#bnha shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#tomura shigaraki headcanons
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Ghost or price with the Bonk or Bonfire Color pallet.
-your local dumbass 🐺
I’m lovin’ it.
Ended up in the flowTM, so here’s the whole 141.
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Hoyo drops a Neuvilette dragon-form ladle and expects me to move on just like that? Not a chance.
Okay. Dottore. And fragile!reader who takes a liking in ceramics.
The weakness caused by mysterious sickness got the reader unable to attend to their hobbies as often as they'd have wished to. However, there are days when they feel great and devote their time to their lover. And if Zandik happens to be busy - it's ceramics time!
At first, there were no noticeable changes and Dottore doesn't acknowledge the strange items. It must be Pantalone or Columbina sending prank gifts anyway. But as the time passes, more and more strange items start appearing...
First, it was a the salt and pepper shakers. Instead of normal, tube-like shakers, two one-eyed bird creatures sat on the table. Their shape wasn't completely smooth, some imperfections here and there. The dyes overlapped in some places as well. Dottore knew right away that this wasn't bought from the local market. Why the strange shape, too?
That's when he begins to notice more. There is a ladle that's base takes the shape of the raven head that Dottore carries around his shoulders as a fancy accessory? There are a couple of ceramic bowls and plates that have silly drawings of the segments? The fox-monster-creature with a basket in its paws that serves as a fruit storage?
Dottore is confused. But also amazed.
He will praise the reader how wonderful all of their creations are, even if he finds them a tad bit weird at times. He loves them, really! Zandik will make sure to encourage their beloved to not stop the hobby since it is also good for their health - distraction from illness is always a great thing!
Let's just say Pantalone's bewilderment was immeasurable when he received a report stating that Dottore requests a ton of highest quality clay.
THIS IS SO CUTE... You always had a good amount of hobbies before you got sick, but after the illness, you find that your strength is too sapped to do anything too strenuous. So instead you stick to hobbies that don't require much energy, like reading for example. But that doesn't mean you're just going to give up on your old hobbies! Thankfully you still have good days that you can set aside for ceramics!! You don't bother telling Dottore because you assumed he'd realize it's you once you start sending your creations to him! (You think it's funny that it took him this long to realize, who else would take out the time to give him gifts? Only his dear lover of course!)
Not only are the shakers strange looking and far from perfection, but it is an odd thing to give to the man who barely eats, and when he does, the food is made and seasoned exactly to his liking by you. At least the shakers work...? That's one thing, at least. He doesn't have much use for them, but for some odd reason, he tucks them somewhere in his drawers for safekeeping.
However, more odd things that he would never use end up finding his way on his desk along with the very strange designs. He knows it couldn't be a joke anymore because of the sheer number and time it must have taken to make these things, despite them not being the most professional. There's really only one person he knows who could have done this. One of the plates has a wide pointy grin with red eyes that he can instantly recognize as Beta (Webttore) despite its simpleness. He doesn't think he could ever eat off a plate with that but he is amused by your creations. And also impressed.
First, he's very glad to hear your hands are steady enough to create such things. That is good news! Secondly, seeing you so happy is good for everyone considering your illness often impacts your mental state. Thirdly, he's partially offended that the other segments knew about your hobby and not him, your actual husband. Still, as long as it keeps you distracted, he'll keep indulging it for as long as you'd like. Even when you continue to send him strange gifts that he'd never use, only admire. (Pantalone is confused but soon puts two and two together.)
Of course, no one comments on the segments using puffling shakers in order to keep their life. I need a Foxttore fruit basket desperately... (imagine putting apples in it as a joke for Dottore teehee... :3)
#smooches talks#🐺 anon#dottore love notes <3#fragile reader <3#anyway.. dottore who's supportive of ur hobbies <33#idk anything abt ceramics but it is so cool to me... id love to try one day#AND THE NEUVI LADLE WAS SO CUTE FR !!!! that was so sweet of him#and also how he got scammed by the marketing techniques... bye 💀#i love ur brainrots sm :3
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Imagine this:
Dream gets out of the cage, and, once he has his tools, goes to see Hob like in canon. They end up agreeing to see each other more often, and Dream (rather quickly) realizes he has feelings for Hob.
However, when he finally resolves to just... tell Hob how he feels, he arrives at the New Inn to discover... his younger brother Destruction is there??? And he's apparently Hob's boyfriend?????
It's the Spider-Man pointing meme.
Hob eventually explains that he met Olethros shortly after WW1 ended and that it didn't take them long to get together. Olethros knew immediately that Hob was immortal (he'll always be able to sense the power of his sister) and told Hob that he was as well. They've been together ever since, though Olethros often travels.
Dream is... happy to see his brother and know he is alright but utterly devastated that Hob is unavailable. He vows that he won't get in the way of their happiness and that he will be content just to remain Hob's best friend (he's lying to himself about that second part).
What he doesn't know is that Hob has been in love with him since they first met. Or that Hob and Olethros already spoke about him (though Ollie didn't know they were talking about his older brother) and decided that Hob could still pursue Dream if he was open to it.
Dream has no idea what he's in for, especially because Ollie can absolutely tell that he's head over heels for Hob and he's not about to let his precious immortal lose his chance with his Stranger, even if said Stranger is his older brother.
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I am so invested in idea of a Hob sandwich between Destruction and Dream. Just the idea of Dream showing up and trying to smother his jealousy as his little brother gets to be with Hob? Incredible.
Basically Destruction's plan is to make Dream so jealous that he'll finally boil over and admit that he's completely in love with Hob. Destruction isn't going to be mean about it - really he's just indulging in a little extra PDA with his boyfriend. There's nothing wrong with that.
Except it becomes abundantly clear that Hob is incredibly horny whenever Ollie touches him in front of Dream. It just seems trigger something that leaves Hob red faced, sweating, and biting his lip. When he sits on Ollie's lap during a meet-up with Dream he almost moans as Ollie touches his thigh. Its like the fact that Dream is watching him being owned and manhandled turns him on.
Even Dream can't help but notice and wonder why Hob seems so completely out of control. And then one night, Ollie smirks and just tips Hob off his lap, right into Dream’s arms. As he stands up, he says: "Here, you look after him for a minute. I'm going to help out behind the bar. Try playing with his chest, he really likes that. You might even be able to make him cum."
Dream is left gaping and astonished. And then Hob whines softly and presses his blushing red face into Dream’s neck. Well. Good brothers do share nicely, right? If Hob wants them both then that's exactly what he'll get - thank goodness he's greedy enough to take the love of two Endless beings. Maybe he'll actually finally be sated!
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Can't stop thinking about Chan being obsessed with breast, like him sucking on my nipple while he pounds in me - can I be 🐺 anon? (Unless that's taken)
aghhhh bestie, first of all you can absolutely be 🐺 anon!!!! omfg no one has asked to be recurrent anon before so we are beyond excited to have you as the first! eeeeeek!!!!
nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
also the way chan would most definitely be soooo obsessed with your tits is making my mind go crazy. like in any situation he is finding a way to include your tits.
like he's fucking you from behind? he's going to be reaching around you to toy with your nipples until you're cumming hard around his cock.
he's eating you out? he's most definitely blindly reaching up to find your tits so he can have a handful while you gush in his mouth.
he's pounding into you? he will be leaning back just enough to hold eye contact with you while pinching your nipple until you scream his name. and then, before you can even regain a sense of reality, his head is diving down to capture your nipple in his mouth. he'll soothe you with sweet laps of his tongue while he continues to fuck you senseless until you cream around his cock, drawing it all out with gentles grazes of his teeth and lewd licks of his tongue.
you'll cum until you feel like you might pass out, but somehow he'll still have you begging for more, hands or mouth on your tits, a snarky grin on his face as he looks down at you from above.
whewwwww...if you can't tell, chan makes me weak in the knees. thanks for your support, bestie!!!
❤️ abbie & courtney
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thinking about hobies morning wood.. . him just sleepily grinding against your ass, moaning all weakly in your ear..
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He doesn't ask for anything else but to rub his dick against your ass until his cums. He cock nudges between your thighs and he asks you to press them a little tighter for him. He fucks himself on you until he cums with a low, satisfied moan in your ear, kissing and licking the shell of it while he lazily milks himself on you.
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Hi, Rizz. That Phantom piece you wrote was beautiful but it triggered something angsty in my mind and now I feel I must share that thought with you
Phantom loves to be a good boy but what if he thinks that Copia is upset with him? So he curls up in bed and isolated himself snivelling that he is a good boy… right? Eventually, Copia is alerted of Phantom’s meltdown and visits him and tells him that he will always be his best boy even when Phantom begs to be punished or reprimanded
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projecting my RSD onto that bug
It was a bad rehearsal. Copia had been in an awful mood before they’d even stared, the stress of…everything had gotten too much for him and unfortunately for them his ghoul had taken the brunt of his bad moods. Phantom has messed up twice, twice, and it had resulted in Copia yelling at him.
The rest of the rehearsal he was teary eyed. He’d managed to hold off real tears until he got to his room where he flopped down onto his bed and let the water works go. He sobbed into his pillow, for how long he wasn’t sure, but the sun had long set and he knew he’d missed dinner. He wasn’t even aware that the other ghouls had come in one by one and tried to console him. With no success.
Copia hated him. He knew that now for sure. He knew he had a special bond with Aether and of course Phantom was no replacement for that, but Phantom thought he was at least as good as him at Guitar. Obviously he’d been wrong about that. He was going to get sent back to the pits, he was worthless, he can’t even play guitar right and that was he summoned for. He’s let everyone down, all the mentoring Aether had given him was all for nothing, he was nothing but a waste of space, he should never have been summoned he should have-
A hand on his back pulled him from his thoughts.
“Piccolo?”
Phantom hears Copia’s voice and whimpers, curling up even more. This was it. This was when he was going to get kicked out of the band, of his new pack and banished back to the pits where he’ll be alone all over again. He lets out a wail at the thought and clutches his tail in his hands.
“Oh, oh, il mio bambino.” He scoops Phantom up into his arms and leans against the headboard of his bed, placing him him his lap. Phantom burrows his head into his neck and sobs.
“I-I’m s-sorry!” He wails.
Copia rubs down his back and coos at him.
“It should be me that’s the one apologising, not you.”
Phantom shakes his head.
“No! I-I’m a failure! I can’t d-do anything right, I can’t- I can’t be g-good!”
“Oh that is not true at all, bug.” Copia places a kiss to the top of his head. “You are so good, the best ghoul I’ve ever had.”
Phantom sobs out again.
“But-but I made a mistake. T-two mistakes!”
Copia runs his through the ghouls hair hoping to comfort him.
“Everyone makes mistakes, tesoro. That’s normal.”
Phantom sits up suddenly, look Copia dead in the eyes.
“Please don’t sent me back to the pit.” A fresh patch of tears well in his eyes and roll down his cheeks. “I-I’ll do anything. Just d-don’t sent me back, p-please!”
Copia pulls him back down into a tight hug, wrapping his arms fully around the ghoul.
“You’re not going anywhere. I’m sorry that I yelled at you and made you feel like this, but I can promise you that you are not going anywhere.”
Phantom snuffles and sits back up, looking at Copia with tearful eyes.
“I’m not?”
“Of course not!” Copia exclaims. “I can’t let my good boy go, can I?”
Phantom pouts at him but lets out a little thrill.
“I’m your good boy?” His voice is so small Copia can hardly hear him.
“Of course you are.” Copia kisses his tear damp cheek. “You always have been. And you always will be. Il mio bravo ragazzo.”
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I headcanon that Rorke really wanted kids at some point, but found out that hes a carrier for multiple horrible genetic issues and couldn't bring himself to have a child knowing that they would have, like, a 80% chance of dying before they would've hit double digits.
He copes by 'adopting' (read 'kidnapping') every soldier he comes across that has a shity home life and is in desperate need of a half decent parental figure. *Cough* Keegan *Cough*
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"Kidnapping" lmao.
YOINK taken under his wing before they even know what happened to em. Half the time they don't even realize until a few months in of Rorke dadding them. (Which, to be fair, I do think he'd be pretty sneaky about it. Disguises the more dad behaviors like checking how they're doing as just a Captain making sure the team is in order.) Keegan was the first to catch on but he thought it was nice so he didn't say shit.
Also, random HC that popped into my head relating to Rorke treating the team like his fam: 100% he had to have looked at Merrick like a brother, right? Like an annoying brother at times, but still. That's his bro. Bitch ass brother you beat the crud out of.
The REAL reason he took Logan: Wanted to adopt another kid. Didn't like anyone in the Federation enough to adopt them, then Logan tried to kill him several times and he went "Oh! This little guy kicks ass." and snatched him.
#call of duty#call of duty ghosts#gabriel rorke#keegan p russ#thomas a merrick#logan walker#beloved anon#🐺 anon
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So many taken anons…
Long time lurker first time asker
I enjoy your content so much-
Desperately horny masochistic werewolf that just wants to be a good puppy
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Ah thank you puppy, that’s sweet. I’m glad you like my blog that much to stay around, i’m sure you’re the bestest boy once you’re pinned down and mounted till your belly is all full from litter after litter being bullied deeper inside.
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Karl Heisenberg with a worshipper? (like they only worship him instead of the rest of the Lords but also they maybe catch his eye?)
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Ooo, sure! (Changed the plot around a bit, hope you don't mind)
Karl Heisenberg with s/o who only listens to him
Definitely lords it over Alcina that you chose him over her
But he can't lie he's quite attached to you as well though he'd never say it to your face
He gets extremely protective of you and will make sure that everyone knows you're his s/o
If any of the other lords try to get you away from him, Karl is ready to fit anyone and everyone
You're honestly such a confident booster, especially when it comes to you liking him more than Mother Miranda
(Just like you, he only ever listens to you, and if anyone tries to talk over you, he'll throw something at them so you can keep talking)
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😂not gonna lie I could totally see him sitting in front of the bathroom door like a lost puppy waiting for his darling
-🐺anon
We all love clingy puppy Leon
buymeacoffee
#🐺 anon#doodle chanif#yandere leon x reader#leon s kennedy#re4#yandere leon kennedy#yandere art#dark leon kennedy
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Imagine Shinsou calling you "princess" 🤤
Deep voice
So sexy
He grabs your waist to scoot by you while mumbling "sorry, princess..." but you can hear in his deep voice that he's TOTALLY NOT SORRY and he's got a dumb smirk on his face and he blatantly rubs his big bulge against your ass as he shuffles by you and his thick fingers lightly squeeze your waist
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Oh he's definitely not sorry 😏
Even though you're unable to see his face, his hot breath, eager touches and pulsating bulge are unmistakable.
The line of soft pecks he carefully places on your nape, lures a shiver down your spine and a moan from between your lips.
You unconsciously roll your hips against the thickness nudging your bum, squealing when he responds with a bite on your delicate skin.
_ "Sorry princess, but I couldn't help myself." he apologizes again, but the deep chuckle following suit proves that he's relishing every second of this.
His hands slip under your shirt, hiking the garment up and squeezing your waist while his shallow thrusts gradually quicken.
His name flows past your lips and your eyes roll back in absolute ecstasy as one of his hands move down to fondle you through your soft panties.
You're close, both of you are, and the inescapable mess that's about to ruin your clothes and bed is the last thing on your minds as you give in to each other.
_ "Hitoshi, please! I'm cumming.."
_ "Me too sweetheart, fuck.."
#🐺 anon#this is so him#i totally agree babe#hitoshi shinso imagine#hitoshi shinso fluff#hitoshi shinso headcanons#hitoshi shinso x reader#hitoshi shinsou x reader#hitoshi shinsou smut#hitoshi shinsou x y/n#shinsou hitoshi x reader#shinsou hitoshi fluff#shinsou hitoshi smut#shinsou hitoshi x you
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HELLO I HAVE RETURNED
can i request for a oneshot of reader having a bad mood throughout the day (due to stress/overthinking thoughts) while time notices their bad mood but doesn't want to interfere because he doesn't want to make their mood worse but at the end of the day the reader goes to time and they open up to him about the negative thoughts they've been having while time listens and comforts them (romantic)
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Bad day (Time)
Of course! I'm always glad to do hurt/comfort things. And goodness this is an idea!
Pairing: Time x reader
Rating: T for cursing
Summary: When you have a bad day, you choose to see your boyfriend about it. He's supportive as always.
Warnings: None
Other: If I missed anything, please let me know
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You can admit you haven't been doing great lately. Between stress, questing with heroes, and your geneal unease about things, you're irritable.
The weather only makes it worse, gloomy drizzels have been happening all week. You can't get dry or warm. Your clothes cling to you uncomfortably thanks to the rains.
Despite your best efforts to be nice and to play it all off you know you're failing.
It's all a vicious loop that keeps getting worse.
You can feel Time watching you, he has been since last week. He's watching like he knows something is wrong but he dosen’t want to push.
You can't decide if thats annoying or sweet. But you're starting to think both is the answer.
After the shit show that was today, you sit yourself down by the fire, blanket draped over you shoulders to fend of the chill of the autumn air. The fire is starting to truly light and put out heat.
Thankfully, no one seems to interested in dragging you into a conversation. So you just allow yourself to get lost while watching the fire.
You hear more than see someone move to sit beside you. Based on the steps you'd guess it's Time.
He's got even and very quiet steps, but he makes sure to be heard around you and the others. He's very considerate like that.
When you look over you realize it's not Time though, it's Warriors.
Well shit. You really are out if it. Aren't you?
We're ignoring the fact that you're upset that it wasn't your boyfriend and instead focusing on whether or not you want to go see Time or if you want more space.
You decide after a moment that you do want to go see Time. Maybe he'll have some ideas? At least you'll get some affection.
So you nod to Warriors and push to your feet.
You look around, finding Time leaning against a tree a few feet away. He's polishing his shield.
You walk over to him, drawing the blanket tighter over your shoulders.
"Hello, (Y/n)."
"Hey Time." You say with the start if a smile gracing your face.
"How are you feeling? I know today had a lot of running."
"It was- okay I guess. I'm still kicking aren't I?"
Time frowns at your answer. He knows your beating around the bush. He just dosen’t know why.
"You don't have to talk about it.... but please don't pretend to be okay. I worry about you, dear."
You can feel your shoulders relax a little at that. Time is such a sweet heart. He's always so understanding!
"Okay. I'm sorry, Link. I'm just- stressed out and tired."
You watch his face go soft, his brow relaxes and his eyes start to get the look they always get around you.
You've never had someone lobe you so much you could genuinely see it in their eyes yourself. Sure others could see it- but for him to be so in love with you even you recognize it in his eyes? It always makes you melt.
"Is there a way I can help you?"
"Would- Would it be okay if I vent?"
"Of course, dearest. "
"Thanks." You say.
Time sets his shield aside and sits down, patting the spot beside him in invitation. He figures you've been on your feet long enough and that you more than deserve to sit for a while.
You sit down on his right, taking his hand in both of yours as you trace the knuckles and scars on it.
"So... I've been stressed... I'm worried about everyone back home. And what if I get us all killed? What if my family needs me and I'm not there?" You ask, worries falling out one after the other now that you've set them free.
You continue to vent, still tracing Time's hand. Your words grow more tired with each one but you keep talking.
You allow yourself to vent until you feel light. Until you've said everything and then even found worries you didn't know you had until you said them.
And Time? He just listens, occasionally nodding or throwing in an encouraging phrase. He doesn't push you or ask you to stop.
He wishes he could fix all of your problems, but he's more than happy to let you take space to vent. He knows how important that is.
Once you're done venting, you take a deep breath to re-center yourself.
Then you look to Time gently, finding him to be looking right back. "Thanks for listening. "
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll always listen to you, dear. You mean the world to me."
"I appreciate it. I love you, you know."
"I love you too."
"Good." You say, letting your head fall onto his shoulder gently.
You realize that you feel better. By a lot. You can't say it's all Time, but some of it certainly is. But venting definitely helped.
"You know, you're really good at taking care of others."
"Thanks." You say, but you get the feeling Time isn't done talking.
"You're allowed to take care of yourself too. I hope you remember that."
"I'll try."
"Good."
"You have to take care of yourself too."
"I know."
"Can we just stay like this?"
"Of course, (Y/n)." Time says, removing his hand from yours.
He then wraps an arm around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head. "For what it's worth I think you're doing everything you can in all respects. I understand that you are stressed but I hope you know I believe you'll succeed. "
"Oh." You manage, his words sweet and unexpected. "Thank you."
"I'll be here for as long as you need me. Okay?"
"Okay. I'm here for you too."
"I know you are."
"Good."
"You can rest you know, if you fall asleep I'll wake you for dinner."
"You don't have to tell me twice." You say with a smile.
You close your eyes, listening to the others talk, laugh, and move. But the whole time Time just whispers sweet things to you and occasionally calls you pet names.
It's nice.
#lu#linkeduniverse#misty writes#linked universe x reader#lu time#lu time x reader#time x reader#🐺 anon
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Good day! Life is the definition of stress for me lately, so i turn to Dottie x Fragile!Reader for comfort once more. I hereby present you: bathtime!
Just before i begin - NO NSFW! Only wholesomeness! Horny will automatically have their names added to test subjects volunteers list!
Reader's mysterious sickness got worse over time. Fragile body forced them staying in bed and prevented them from completing even the simplest mundane activities, such as eating or showering. But it's no fun staying in sweaty bed, is it? So, while segments are busy changing sheets, Zandik brings his beloved to bathroom.
Let's address the obvious - reader would get extra shy. It's not the first time Zandik sees them naked, taking all physical health exams into consideration. However, man is more than willing to look away and wait - he will avoid looking at the Reader if that's what they want.
Bath time feels like luxurious spa complex. Scented bath bombs? Check. Bath bubbles? Check. Soothing music playing in the background? Check. Shoulders massage? Check. Hair-washing? Check.
Speaking of the latter, Zandik's long, slim fingers rubbing shampoo into reader's hair brings them euphoria. He's so gentle with every movement, careful not to get any bubbles into his dear's eyes. Zandik also uses shampoo of his own making (perks of being the all-knowing scientist!). If Reader's hair was greasy and messy before, once the bathtime is over, you bet their locks are smooth to the touch and extra soft.
Man would make sure the Reader has been fully dried off. He'll also personally dry their hair with hair dryer (...does Teyvat have hair dryers? Idk. Assume it's something similar then.), so they don't catch cold that could further worsed their condition! Once the spa procedures are done, Zandik will have reader dressed in fresh pyjamas and wrapped in a bathrobe, cuddled in his arms - he will then carry them bride-style back to bedroom where a bed with fresh sheets and a segment with a mug of hot chocolate was waiting for them.
Cuddles and kisses afterwards are a major part of whole bathtime procedure! Must not be skipped!
BATH TIME WITH DOTTORE. <3 Your illness frequently rendered you unable to do even the simplest of activities, most importantly the basics of living. Or perhaps your mental state was not the best and you could not bring yourself or find the energy to take care of yourself. But at least you have your lovers with you to do that when you can't yourself.
No matter how many times your husband sees you nude you still get a bit anxious about it, you know he loves you. But you still can't help but look in the mirror and wonder if he notices even more imperfections than you, after all, his eyes are very observant. However every time, he patiently holds and reassures you in his own Dottore-like very, despite how many times you two have done this same routine, he doesn't seem annoyed. You're thankful.
Dottore had honestly never used or cared for such extraneous products in the bath, he never saw the point of them. He always got in and out of the shower, he never exactly relaxed in it. It was only until you started using fancy stuff like that and forcing him into it that he started to warm up to the idea of bath time also being relaxing time (something both of you really need.) And he can easily see that this is something you need right now. However, he is clueless by himself so he probably found himself at the mercy of the Damslette and Regrator much to his dismay... but, it's for you, so he can endure...
Dottore's hands are very skilled, certain areas of his work require great control over them to avoid any mistakes, so it's not surprising in itself for them to be gentle and delicate. However, what is surprising is for that gentleness to be used on another person. It wasn't easy for him at first either, he loves you but being gentle doesn't come easily or naturally for him. But he still does try and it seems that eventually, you get so lost in the feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp that you don't notice if he messes up. I imagine you'd try to return the favor too if you have the strength. Unfortunately, it gets into his eyes but he has zero reaction to it for your sake.
After the bath, you would feel so warm and fuzzy from how good it felt, but most importantly you felt that Zandik cared, which was always very important for you. Sure, he wasn't the world's most perfect lover, but you didn't care about that. All that mattered was that he tried, and that he loved you. (He invented Teyvat's first and only hair dryer. End of story.) You'd nearly fall asleep as he dries your hair, barely hanging on by the time he dresses you in something warm. But you can't fall asleep now! You have to stay awake and treasure this moment with him! It's not often opportunities like this arise with your Zandik! And you have to be awake to feel all the kisses you'll get!
(His cup of hot chocolate definitely has a little too much marshmallows in it...)
#smooches talks#🐺 anon#fragile reader <3#dottore love notes <3#the *bonk go to h/orny jail* 😭#but anyway thank you for this brainrot... it's very adorable!!#i hope you can be able to relax soon... *hugs*
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