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sarahscribbles · 6 months

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thirsty thursday idea! since you've done a marking kink drabble, maybe a bruising kink drabble? I've never seen a fic about it. I'm thinking that the reader is really turned on by Loki bruising her with his grip/ roughness. him grabbing her hips while she's riding him so hard it bruises. bruises the next day on her arms/wrists from where he held her. bruises on her thighs from loki holding her down while he eats her out. okay I'm done now, hopefully this inspires you😂

Oh, Lord, I hope this suffices as a bruising kink! I did my best!

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟖𝟓𝟎

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The very first time Loki had left a mark on your skin, you had thought the guilt would consume him.

Tiny splotches of purple and red had quickly blossomed beneath your skin - the aftermath of eager fingers following a week apart - but to Loki, those tiny marks indented in your skin were akin to a bullet straight through your heart.

“I hurt you,” he had said, ghosting the tips of his fingers guiltily along your thigh. “My darling, I can’t apologise enough.”

At first, you had thought it was an act, but the heaviness that settled across his face and the pain shining in his eyes brought the realisation that he meant every word. He truly believed that ten little bruises no bigger than a fingertip had left you in agony.

“Loki,” you had called to him softly, watching his eyes quickly rise to meet yours. Those pretty green irises held so much remorse that you wanted to wrap him in your arms and never let go. “You didn’t hurt me, love. Not in a way I didn’t enjoy, anway,” you added, reaching a hand down to cover his.

Two perfectly groomed eyebrows had furrowed in clear confusion. “How do you mean?”

Beneath your hand, his thumb still traced slowly over the bruise it had left there, and, for some strange reason, it made heat creep slowly to your cheeks. You had talked about so many of your kinks with him - hell, only a few weeks ago you had told him it gets you going when he finishes on you - yet it was this that made you embarrassed?

“I…I like it when you mark me,” you had admitted. “Brusies, biting, I don’t care how, but I like it. I like the physical reminder that I’m yours. I like other people knowing that I’m yours.”

His hand around yours had tightened and you watched the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Say that again, darling, please. I need you to say it again,” he had said softly, a new roughness lacing around his words.

You had bitten your lip coyly in the way you knew drove him crazy. “I want everyone to know that I’m yours, Loki. Please.”

A grin had spread cross your lovers face, one that was both soft yet wicked, and he had climbed back eagerly between your legs. “Your wish is my command, darling.”

That had only been a few short weeks ago. Now, as he thrusts into you almost ruthlessly, his fingers are gripping your thigh so tightly to his waist that you might pass out at how good it feels.

He’s lost the hesitancy and the fear, and now a patchwork of purple and red splotches covers every part of your body that he can reach. Your chest and stomach are covered in bruises - all courtesy of his beautifully sinful mouth - and similar marks pepper the inside of your thighs from where he had held them apart to lick you to your first orgasm.

Tonight, you’re riding a high so powerful and so blinding that you yearn for the ability to stop time, to stay locked forever in this bed with this god between your legs.

Loki’s hand tightens around your thigh as your climax builds, making tiny stars dance enticingly at the edge of your vision. “Oh, fuck, Loki!” you groan, clutching him to you in sheer desperation. “Please! Let everyone…let everyone know…I’m yours!”

He rolls his hips against yours with a ferocious force that makes you whimper and pants roughly in your ear, “I promise you…no one will question who you belong to…when they see you tomorrow morning.”

His lips find your neck and you explode on his cock to the feel of him leaving a trail of fresh marks along the column of your throat. No part of you has been neglected tonight.

Your orgasm has barely faded when Loki pulls his cock from your cunt, and you’re still floating so blissfully on the pink cloud of release that you don’t even raise an objection when he maneuvers your body so that you’re on all fours on the bed.

“Oh, fuck,” you slur out when his cock thrusts back into you. Vaguely, it registers somewhere in your mind that you’ve had two orgasms while Loki has still to have one.

A shiver wracks your entire body.

“Oh, darling,” Loki purrs in faux sympathy. You feel a large hand clamp firmly around one hip while the other gathers your wrists to pin them against the small of your back. His grip on you is heavy and unyielding, and your cunt clenches joyfully around the aching length of him. “It looks like there’s still more canvas for me to paint.”

He gives a single roll of his hips and squeezes your hip in his iron grip. A sharp cry of pleasure tumbles from your lips while you wriggle back against him, silently begging for more. “I do hope you have no prior engagements, my love, because I don’t intend to stop until every inch of you is covered in my marks.”

#loki #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki smut

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sweetkiitsunez · 3 months

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❞ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - synopsis: Lucifer was distracted by his work since he wants to hear your cries ! ♡

❞ warning: nsfw content (18+) + f!sub (afab!reader) + dom!Lucifer + praising + rough sex and fingering + office sex + dacryphilia + overestimated + another round at end + public sex + nipple play

author note: hellooo~!! I apologies for the lack of posting bcs spring semester is getting a bit overwhelming for me <3 anways sorry for the lack of writing and english ♡

"c-careful..." you softly whimper. sitting on Lucifer's lap in his office at Paradise Lost. your thighs are trembling feeling his sharp black nails rubbing the lips of your pussy up and down. You are more grateful that the hospital is slowly getting busy as doctors and nurses are foucsing on their patients, healing them, execpt for lucifer...

"don't worry, I won't hurt you..." he whispers to you softly. he is trying to be gentle with you with his sharps nails, but also rough.

your panties was scattered on the floor since you decided to "test" him. how bold of you for stripping your panties in front of the fallen angel himself. he is difficult to get hard or flustered. he knows what you were doing since he decided to teach you a lesson by not distracting him. you sat on his laps as your back was laying on his chest.

Lucifer's uses his four fingers as he rubs the lips of your pussy. it feels good... you wanted more. "m...more... luci..." you softly beg him. he is picking up the speed as he rubs your pussy side by side then up and down causes your back arches, but luci held you close to him. you bit the bottom of your lip to not make any noises.

"Mhm...! ...A-Ah!" you let out a muffled moan. your eyes rolls back your skull, but you could feel your bottom lip about to bleed. curling your toes and your head is resting on between luci's neck and shoulder. lui is groping your breasts as he twisting and flickering your nipples.

"I'm gonna put my fingers in..." he whispers to you. your mind is a bit foggy, until you feel him inserting his one finger into your hole and then another fingers. Inserting his two fingers inside your hole causes you to tear up and biting your bottom lip harder making it bleed.

"don't scream unless you want to caught..." he whispers in your ears as his two fingers rubbing your insides, slowly pulling out and then back in. this is too much for you, but it feels so good... you don't want him to stop. you feel tears rolling down your cheeks. luci was fast enough to notice it as he grabbed your face. his sharp nails is piercing through your squishy teary cheeks. his venomous eyes staring at your teary eyes. he leans in as he licks your salty tears. you could feel luci is getting turned on right now. his dick is growing from his crotch. you could feel his clothed dick brushing against your bums.

luci wouldn't forget about you as he is fingering you deeper and deeper hitting your g-spot. his thumb massaging your clit causes you cry and moans more.

"I... I... ah! w-wanna come...! luci p-please... ngh... ah...!" you cried pleading him to let you come.

"come my love... come on my fingers..." he kisses your eyelids as he went back licking and tasting your salty tears.

your hands are grabbing onto luci's rolled up sleeves. you are panting and crying as your legs are twitching from this good pleasure. you love his long fingers deep inside your hole. it's hurts since his fingers are stretching your walls. luci is still piercing your teary cheeks as his eyes are still on you. he is in love with your teary eyes and cries. he knows that he is making you feel good.

you couldn't take it anymore as you feel luci's fingers is pressing your g-spot and massaging your clit in circles around and around. eventually, you let out loud cries as you squirt on luci's fingers completely coming and cover his fingers in your fluids.

"ah...ha..." you panted as you lean on his chest, but you could feel luci's fingers pulled away from your hole as your thighs is twitching from the pleasure and covered in your fluids. tears fell from your cheeks, but sudden you feel luci grabbed your face again as his eyes is looking at yours.

"we're not done yet, love..." he said. you feel his crotch raising from his pants.

"one more round, love... your tears are delicious... i wanna mess you up badly..."

after seeing your tears again rolling down your cheeks. he wants to mess you again. ♡

#✧.*kiit write #what the hell is bad #what the “hell” is bad #whb #whb lucifer #what the “hell” is bad x reader #what the hell is bad x reader #what the hell is bad smut #whb x reader #whb Lucifer x reader

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behidethetrees · 8 months

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THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY NECK, STILL SMELLS LIKE YOU.

IN WHICH… having a job while dating a clingy rafe doesn’t exactly go hand in hand.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem! Pogue!Reader

Contents: NON-CANON!Rafe, Reader fixes cars, clingy and possessive! Rafe, brief Pope mention, Your friends are the pogues, This is set in the 2000s!!

THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! my old blog was deleted so i have to reupload all my fics :( Anways enjoy!

Prequel Part 1

Rafe hates that you work.

You weren't meant to clean cars, You were meant to stay inside your Tannyhill house with Rafe, Always next to him, never out of his sight.

He hated the assholes you complained about for being rude to you. Rafe always argued or sometimes fought people who even looked at you wrong. Once he heard some old dude yell at you to hurry up, Later that night Rafe smashed his car with his golf club. He was big on respect especially when it came to you.

But there was nothing more that Rafe hated than the fact you worked with Guys alongside two other girls. It's not that he didn't trust you or thought you might cheat on him with them, He didn't trust them. You were beautiful, heaven sent in Rafe's eyes. Your guy friends were lucky to even be in your presence, Or they were even luckier Rafe didn't bash their heads open for being around you.

Sometimes Rafe would show up to your job for a bit when he wasn't playing golf or he missed you extra. You knew Rafe was very, very clingy, always touching you in some way, But today was extreme.

JULY, 2008.

“Rafe I'm gonna be late!” You tried to get Rafe off your back but he kept hugging you tighter.

“Do you have to have to go, why can't I come, why can't you just quit already?” Rafe whines. He'd never admit it out loud but he dreaded the times you went to work.

You start to waddle towards the front door. “If I let you come with me will you get off of me?” You question him.

Almost instantly Rafe steps away, looking at you surprised as you already walk outside, opening your car door. “Really? I can go?” He asks shocked.

“If you dont get in the car in 10 seconds I'm leaving you.” You stated, Not that you were going to leave him but you wanted him to hurry up. Rafe almost trips because of how fast he darted to your car. Rafe insisted he’d drive you, that wasnt up for discussion.

Rafe opens the car door for you when you two arrive at the Pogue bodyshop. He slips his arms around your waist as you walk, keeping you close to him, This was going to be a long day.

When you popped open the hood of your client's car, Rafe hugged you from behind, Kissing your neck gently as you worked. At first you didn't mind but it started becoming a lot. Anywhere you walked, Rafe followed. When you went to talk to anybody Rafe slung his arm around your neck while giving whoever the death stare, making sure they know you're his.

When you went on lunch break Rafe sat you in his lap, keeping you away from your friends. As you eat your sandwich, Occasionally letting Rafe have a bite, Your friend Pope comes up to you.

“Hey Y/N do you want my chips?” Pope offered, He always gave you his chips because he felt too guilty to tell his mom she wasnt getting the right kind.

“Yeah sure thanks Pope” You smiled at him, as you extended your arm to grab them, You felt Rafe's strong arm pull yours back down.

“Fuck off.” Rafe grits through his teeth, Staring at him tensely. Pope's expression fell and he quickly turned around to start speed walking to the other pogues.

“What the hell was that?” You flicked Rafe on the forehead.

“I dont like him, He's no good like the rest of those pogues.” Rafe states as he rubs the part of his forehead you flicked him on. Rafe didn't like your friends for many reasons, stupid reasons. Mostly because they're pogues, like you, which confused you.

“Im a pogue too Rafe.” You remind him as you cross your arms, You didn't understand the whole ‘Kooks vs. Pogues’ rivalry. You recall the first time you met JJ he went on a rant on how you should stay away from kooks and how they're the real trash.

“Not like them, you're different baby.” Rafe tried to clarify but he had already messed up. You stood up in front of him, still crossing your arms.

“Apologize to him or leave.” You tell him. “ You can't come to my work just to be mean to my friends and clients, And I can't work with you all up on me Rafe!” Rafe quickly stood up, He heard your tone and your voice slightly getting louder indicating you were getting annoyed with him. But luckily for Rafe, he knew how to get you to calm down.

“Hey, hey I'm sorry okay? Really I am, dont make me leave.” Rafe grabbed your hands to take them into his own. All it took was Rafe's sweet words and his dazzling eyes for you to give in to him. Your face softens as you look at him.

You sigh. “Please stop clinging to me when I'm working okay? I promise we can cuddle when we get home but I need to get this car done.” You tell him, He quickly nods.

“And I'm serious Rafe, apologize to Pope!” You playfully push his shoulder.

“Whatever you want baby.”

A/N: someone on my old blog wanted a prequel of how they met so i will do that soon <3.

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star-writez · 6 months

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can you make some caine x reader fluff headcanons?

sorry for my bad english.

Caine x gn reader romance hcs

(Thank you anon for giving me a excuse to write some caine x reader hcs)

(Anways enjoy >:3)

-ok so I feel like he would be surprised falling for a human-

-I mean he’s just a silly lil ai that is a ringleader of a digital circus that everyone is trapped in (he trapped all the people there but that’s not the point)-

-but it doesn’t take long for him to accept his feelings for you-

-once the relationship is established he never shuts up about you and talks about you 24/7-

-like he will talk to everyone about you-

-or anyone who is willing to listen (even people that aren’t willing to listen but are forced to)-

-also he shows affection through words-

-because if he showed affection through actions like kissing you he would probably bite your head off by accident-

-he will tell you that he loves you and that you are perfect stuff like that-

-also because he is basically in control of everything he will generate little dates for you both to go on-

-you obviously get special treatment from him-

-I mean…you are his beloved partner after all-

-he may be chaotic and unhinged but he also is very sweet-

(I hope y’all enjoyed it’s almost 12pm where I am which means it’s time to go to sleep for me)

(Goodnight y’all)

#x reader #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader tadc #caine x reader #tadc caine #caine tadc #caine x reader the amazing digital circus #caine x gn reader #gn reader #hcs #romance hcs #romantic #fluff

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fhrlclln · 11 months

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Hello! I read your angsty Miguel fic and I need more immediatelyyyyy

Basically I’ve been seeing some tiktoks pointing out that when Miguel talks about the Peter from Miles universe, he sounds very emotional. Like heartbroken emotional. Some ppl theorize “hey what if they knew each other and that’s why Miguel is even more pissed?” My head ran with it and what if it was spider!fem! reader who was the Spider-Man on Miles’ universe who died?

Miguel and reader were hardcore pining for each other but he never made a move cuz he was terrified of anything happening and still had his heart closed off. Only to get hit with the intense feelings of grief and anger when the news arrives that she’s dead and only serves as a motivator to stop Miles

miguel o’hara x spider!fem! reader

OOOH THIS IS AN INTERESTING APPROACH ON THAT. and also, 🤌 angst 🤌, we are on an angst train now HEHE.

on that note, i’m changing the lore a bit again, since in my understanding the first time miguel leaped through the multiverse is after the events of into the spiderverseee. i find it so cute that what if miguel would actually just observe in a dimension and hang around a bit before the main events will transpire. T_T

anways enjoy, anon babes!! i had fun researching and writing this. <3

angst under the cut

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when miguel first leaped into the spider-verse, it was way before when miles was bitten by the spider. the multiverse to him at that time, was a working experiment for him; and still had room for improvement as he created a prototype of the dimensional time watch for the big dimension leap he was studying with lyla. sure, it made him able to leap into certain dimensions, though only for a short amount of time since the prototype still had the faulty feature of preventing his molecules from destabilizing. lyla told him it was dangerous to stay so long in a separate dimension, since they still had to study the part to prevent that faulty feature. overall, this minimal dimension leaps were just a trial for both. sort of a observation trial. yet…

he just hadn’t expected to meet you so early in his life.

earth-1610B, in calculations, he wasn’t expecting much from this variant dimension, it was already normal as he can tell. typical setting and typical story that runs along from previous spider dimensions he leaped into. miguel only chastised himself to explore the dimension for at least an hour or so, knowing the longer he stays, he might disappear from existence and he wasn’t going to risk that. lyla would beat his ass if they don’t complete the watch. in his observation though, he found it comforting to be hanging around a different location than in the futuristic nueva york. it was more… comforting he thinks.

cars honked, the sound of new yorkers chatting along talking about everything, the lights at night was an absolute scene to behold when he sits atop of the empire state building; a little hard to climb up there but he managed to climb without recking the building with his claws. everything was an interesting sight to look at, even watching the neighborhood’s own spider-woman fight sometimes.

you were interesting and perfect, as miguel deemed. everyone loved you, always fighting hard and though you sometimes get beaten down, there was always this sheer determination for you to stand up. which was something he admired even though he won’t admit it. and you’re pretty. too pretty in fact when he got a glimpse of your face at some point. tonight however, he might have fucked up big time the rules he set himself to not fiddle with any dimension he had visited. talk to their spider-people.

he was unmasked and dressed in casual clothing with a hat on, blending with the crowd. miguel enjoyed a stroll along times square, holding a classic new york hotdog in his hand as he takes a bite out of it. he took the time to observe times square, completely not noticing you silently speed-walking by as you collided with him on accident, both your attentions caught by the sudden disturbance.

“ay, watch where—“

“i’m sorry!” you squeak, alarmed at his harsh tone as you frantically glanced up, eyes wide staring at him. his eyes widened as well hearing your voice, your pretty face staring at him as you apologize profusely for not looking as miguel told himself he was screwed right there and now.

“god, sorry! you have mustard on your t-shirt, shit, shit, shit—“ you frowned seeing the stain as miguel glanced down to it, cheeks blooming hot. was he embarrassed? he wanted to roll his eyes and tell you it was fine but you just had to wipe it with your own handkerchief before he could say anything.

“glad you’re wearing black. mustard stains are pretty fucking hard to wash out. learned it from personal experience with a white tee.” you babbled, smiling at it as miguel silently lets you wipe it off, admiring how serious you are to getting the mustard off, that look of determination.

“and there! done!” you smiled again, setting his heart racing, he was quiet for a moment until you just started talking again, embarrassed this time. “sorry if—“

“no, it’s fine. thanks.” he cuts you off, a smug smile tugging on his lips as you shied away from his gaze. the spider-woman shy before him? unbelievable, it was cute to think that without your mask you’d be this cute thing. he gulps as you nodded, he was expecting you to leave but you just started something about you rarely bumping into people these days awkwardly. miguel listens of course, actually only a little as he was too focused on staring at every feature of your face, dumbly nodding along silently until you introduced yourself with your star smile.

“i’m y/n by the way.” you shyly offer your hand for a simple handshake as he accepts it, saying his own in greeting.

“miguel.”

“nice to meet you, miguel.”

it was bliss that he had met you before. though he remained distant, putting this silent wall between the two of you as he knows that quiet thump in his heart is threatening him somehow. but who wouldn’t like you? you’re beautiful and you have that kind laughter he’d like to hear every time he would visit or the fact that he’d soften when you smile at him, making him feel content. sure, he was presenting himself as dodgy and mysterious knowing you would ask him about certain things of his personal life as you two got to know each other more and he’d discretely dodge some. it was a frequent thing for the two of you to only meet by times square, sort of a unknown thought between the both of you for it to be deemed a meet-up place. he enjoyed every single time you’d greet him, though he remained closed-off a bit, trying not to get too attached yet sometimes he’d wished for more with you as the longer you two spend time with each other. but he knew better than to pursue what his mind was telling him again and again.

was it dangerous? yes. did he care? maybe so. but that wouldn’t stop him from always picking your dimension every time he’d ‘test’ the watch again.

and now he wishes you didn’t bump into him that day as he chases miles up the speed train heading to the moon.

“you’re a mistake!” miguel yells as he slams miles on the train, the poor boy yelped at his rough handling as miguel pinned him down. the sudden wave of sadness taking over as he remembers you. your smile, your awkward jokes, your laughter, your eyes… everything.

“if you hadn’t been bit, your spider-woman would’ve lived!” he shouts, anger rushing through his veins, his brows furrowed as miles struggled in his grasp. the teenage boy’s face flashed a wave of sadness remembering you. miguel can feel the tears threatening to well in his eyes yet only anger and frustration were present as he blamed everything on miles now.

“instead she died, saving you.” his tone faltered a bit despite the harshness he puts on. his heart clenched, memories flooding in, grief striking his heart again. the hollowness had been there since you died and hollowed further when his daughter had as well, crumpling his once self. the mere time you two had together was cut short and he blamed it on miles dumbly. his own emotions blinding him to put the blame on the poor boy who’s just trying to save his dad now.

“she would’ve stopped the collider before it would have ever been off. spot wouldn’t exist and none of this wouldn’t have happened.” he punctuates every single word, holding himself back as miles tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, only for him to slam him down again for the boy to listen to him. he ignores the yells from peter and gwen pleading for him to let miles go yet he pesters further, determined to let it all out.

“and she—“ he tries to find the words for you, remembering every single detail and every conversation you had with him. his mind flashing memories of that glint in your eyes when you passionately tell him about something you liked and how you would get this look of awe when he says or asks something about it. how kind and caring you are to him even though you barely knew each other before. remembering the time when he observed from afar as you swung around the neighborhood, bringing smiles on every person’s face, bringing it to him as well. and he regretted so much for not ever telling you about how you made him smile. miles’ eyes widened seeing this new look of vulnerability on miguel’s face as he stops struggling for a moment in surprise. miguel blinks, shaking his head as all came weighing down. you, his daughter, everyone, the multiverse as his own voice cracks despite the searing anger laced within it.

“she was everything.“

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#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara imagine #oscar isaac #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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deepwithintheabyss · 4 months

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You do not want to know how long I had this post open

DickTim Omegaverse idea (Dark Dick)

cough uh this turned rather long, and this is the short version (wc over 1k), anway

yeah manipulative Dick non con etc beware

Tim as an Omega is just too alluring for Dick to resist, so every once in a while when they're alone he chemically induces the heat to be a deeper and stronger one. So he can slip into Tim's nest and fuck him and not worry about Tim remembering any of it. He always makes sure to slip Tim the pill afterwards (because why shouldn't he fuck his brother raw) and cleans him up before he leaves.

But one time he fucks up, too caught up in the feeling of his knot catching, of Tim breathlessly helplessly moaning under him he bends down to give Tim a shallow bite.

Once he comes down from his high and realized what he just did he makes quick plans to hide it. Ensure Tim never knows and no scar will form with cream and keeping it bandaged. He lies to Tim about having heard him fall and seen he was tangled up in sheets, had scraped his neck on a corner. And why shouldn't Tim believe him? Dick blames himself in the usual overprotective alpha way saying he should have looked after Tim better and made sure nothing dangerous was in his nest and Tim only rolls his eyes. It was an accident nothing happened it wasn't Dicks fault.

The scar heals easily and fades away, nothing to show that Dick and Tim have a weak bond.

Oh Dick craves to mate Tim but he knows better than that. He'll just have to wait a little longer. With each heat spend together Tim becomes more open, more trusting towards him without noticing. Soon he'll be able to court Tim and claim him as his.

Or that is what he things. When he goes to wash the clothes he wore that night, he goes through the pockets on a long born habit, and freezes when his fingers brush against a bottle. A pill bottle to be specific, with dread he pulls it out while trying to remember if he gave Tim the pill. Only to come up blank just as his eyes land on it.

Shit

Fuck he's fucked, the chance of Tim catching from just one fuck are low but- no shit the deeper heat means he's more fertile, and there have been signs that Tim is pregnant, now that he thinks back on it. Fuck Dick has to somehow get rid of the growing pup in Tim's belly before he notices his growing pup, his alpha whispers. And fuck he doesn't want to get rid of it. But there is no way that he could keep the pup and Tim. Coming clean is out of the question, if Tim learns how long Dick had been doing this, well.

Later that week when he's still making plans and discarding them Tim asks to speak with him. Dread rises within, Tim looks scared and spooked and Dick just wants to pull him close and whisper everything is fine and croon at him. It isn't shocking when Tim reveals to him that he's pregnant, he still plays his part of course, he can't give it away. Maybe, maybe he can pull it in his favor.

So he asks if he knows from who, asks about his exploits and, well he had known Tim wasn't with anyone but he's still pleased to hear about it.

"No Dick I haven't fucked, never"

"Is that a never this month or?"

"Never"

"Not even Steph?"

Tim shakes his head

Oh oh his alpha trills at this, his little Omega has and always will be just his. Just for Dick perfectly molded and shaped in what he wants.

But for that he got to do something first, admit at least a kernel of truth, spin it so he can use it. To keep Tim close

"I'm sorry" he whispers, "I think I know whose it is." "I had been hit with something that made me do, something really stupid, and you were there and in heat and so willing." he pulls Tim closer, "I'm really sorry, I thought that you remembered and just, just wanted to forget and act like nothing happened, if I had known, well. Fuck I just assumed that you would make sure to take contraceptives on your own to well"

"When did that happen?" Tim questions

Dick raises his hand to were the mating bite had been. "I was too rowdy, scratched you up I'm sorry about that"

Tim lays his hand on his neck, the other drifts to his belly.

"So it's yours?" Tim asks, Dick can't figure out what emotions he's hiding.

He pushes Tim away so he can look him in the eyes

"Yeah" he whispers showing how earnest and truthful he is "it's mine"

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"I- It's okay if it's yours, I think. If it had been anyone else I would have gotten rid of it" Dick has to stifle the growl that wants to rise. "I never thought I would want children, but lately, I can't stop thinking about it."

His Alpha croons, oh what a good Omega, listening to his alpha talk about pupping him full and wanting it.

[forgot what went here for the transition]

"You'll need to stop vigilante work"

"What no! You can't pull me out like that I'm not even that far along yet"

"Do you really want to risk the pup like that?" Tim frowns, clearly hesitant "Your body will already be changing for this, preparing for the pup. It will change you, so you'll be off balance, we can't risk you getting hurt or losing the pup just because you aren't used to your body anymore"

"Steph didn't seem to have too many problems, I know what I'm doing I helped her along the entire pregnancy I think I know when it's safe to tap out."

"Steph was a beta, it's different for an Omega"

"Oh"

"You didn't know?"

"I didn't think I would ever have children so I didn't-, and well I thought that on the unlikely possibility that I might want some, that it was either through adoption or with enough time to look things up"

"You will need the pack close so you should move back to the manor, your instincts will be out of whack and you need that support"

[forgot what went here for the transition]

"And uhm- your sex drive will probably rise later. To a level you won't be able to satisfy with just toys."

"Oh, so I should look for an alpha to-"

"No" he growls out before he can stop himself

Tim looks at him, curious, open, considering, he clearly caught more than Dick intended to from his reaction "Would you?"

"Tim I- I would love to, I'd be honored if you'd let me"

Dick draws Tim into a kiss, they make out and it slowly gets more heated

"I think we should go to your nest before I fuck you against a wall"

"Right, don't want my first time. Well the first time I'll remember to be something that casual"

So Dick carries him out of there up to his room, spreads him out in Tim's bed (that he has spend more time than anyone knows in)

Tim looks at him with his sharp attentive eyes, so unlike how he looks during his heats. Dick bends down to kiss him, and rumbles satisfied when he comes up and Tim's eyes are slightly glazed over.

Just means he has to make him feel so good he forgets all about his rain, is but just a whimpering mess left in his nest.

Tim tosses his head to the side, baring his neck more for Dick. He licks over the place where the scar would sit. Swears he can feel it under his tongue, even when he knows he erased all traces.

Tim whines, bucks up into his touch

"Please" he whimpers

Dick humms questioningly.

"Please Dick, I want. Could- Would"

Dick tries to draw back, but hands in his hair stop him and press him closer to Tim's neck. Pressing his face in where a mating bite would be.

Tim has gone all lax underneath him, breathing fast and flat in anticipation, straining to bare his neck as much as he can.

Dick can't help the loud growl he lets out when his brain catches up, he bends down more than happily and bites.

#the abyss speaks #my writing #dicktim #alpha dick #omega tim #batcest #my ideas

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Romanced!DAI Companions and Advisors (+ Platonic!Vivienne) when The Inquisitor returns to Skyhold late

(A/N: Heyyyy guys... I've missed you :) This past few months have been awful for me... but I'm back... teeheehee

I think this is gonna be really niche so I feel a need to explain what I was thinking??? Basically, The Inquisitor has been on a mission for a while now and they're returning extremely late at night.

Apologies for the inaccurate lore stuff, I don't think hours exist in Dragon Age because they don't have clocks? Or they do??? I dunno man I got a final tomorrow and I don't know if I'm gonna pass

Just know that the whole reason I got inspired for this was because it was late and I was imagining Vivienne watching The Inquisitor come back and her wrapping her robe around her waist like a mom watching their grown child come home from a rave or something

Once again, no beta we die like men

And happy late dragon age day, love y'all)

TW: Mentions of death

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Unable to sleep. He’s waiting, whittling at the griffon he keeps. He doesn’t want to sleep anways, who will greet his lover? The wind? No. He’ll stay up, just for a few minutes longer, he tells himself… But soon he finds himself whittling into the early hours of the morning. That’s when there’s a stir of the guards, the whispers, and alerts are quiet, as to not wake up the many souls sleeping, but the message is clear.

His love has returned. And he will wait by the gate, a grin on his face and sleepiness in his eyes. He greedily hopes his lover may wish to sleep a few hours before the rest of Skyhold truly awakens.

Cassandra: She’s in bed, but not sleeping, reading a book. She’s trying to sleep, but her anxieties are getting to her. Somehow, ever since she got the letter saying that her love was returning, she fears even more. Her mind is plagued with images of an assassinated Inquisitor on the way back to her. Maker! Why didn’t that fool just bring her?

Just as she scoffs, she hears something of a commotion outside. She prays for a moment, the news is good, and she throws on her armor, knowing better than to leave her room without it, and rushes to the gate. This is where her fears are put to rest as she greets her lover, a relieved smile on her face. And it is with this her sleepiness finally settles in. after a quick word, she urges her lover to rest, with or without her. All that matters that they returned.

Cullen Rutherford: He hasn’t slept since his lover left. A few moments where he stares off into space, drifting off before yanking himself back into consciousness. So it feels normal for him as he scribbles away the missives on his desk, being sure to double check each one so he didn’t accidentally write something foolish in his sleep deprived state. Somehow, in this half-dead state of his, he can hear the murmuring of guards outside of his door, and one enters.

The guard has been ordered to inform Cullen of when they see The Inquisitor, so when they enter, Cullen knows what it’s for. And somehow, the sleepiness Cullen once had disappears, replaced with a drive he always feels when his lover returns. He rushes down the battlement steps, sure to not seem too desperate to his men. And in his excitement, he quickly meets his lover halfway on the bridge. They may be on their horse, but Cullen will happily walk back with them, looking up at them like they hold his whole world in their hands. When his lover gets off their horse, however, that is when he embraces them, a chaste kiss pressed to their cheek. This is when he finally asks them to rest with him, as his exhaustion is coming to bite him in the ass.

Dorian Pavus: Dorian has lied to himself multiple times throughout the night. He lied to himself claiming he didn’t care if he was asleep when his amatus returned from their very dangerous mission. So he lays in his bed for hours, trying to sleep. And when he can’t? He lies to himself, coming up with some excuse as to why his mind will not rest. So he waits in the library, sipping a glass of wine while attempting to read nonchalantly. Of course, he seemingly can’t. So he decides to wait on the battlements, claiming he must need some fresh air. Even though he despises how cold it is that night.

But, somehow, without meaning to, he notices the small group of people making their way across the bridge. And, without a reason at all, a huge weight is lifted off of Dorian’s shoulders.

He lets out a sigh and returns to the warmth of the library, happy to wait for his lover to come to him. And when he does, only then does Dorian finally agree to go to sleep.

Iron Bull: Doesn’t sleep, but this is because he knew his lover was coming back tonight. So he waits patiently in the tavern, a ear out and ready, waiting for murmurs of The Inquisitor’s return. And when he does hear, he happily shoots up from his chair and makes his way to the gate, happy to greet his lover.

Bull was only slightly worried to be away from his lover, he knew they could handle their mission without him, but still, who knows what could happen? But the news that The Inquisitor was coming back? That was enough to settle his nerves. But seeing… and feeling his lover in his arms? That is what truly relaxes him.

Josephine Montilyet: Josephine is the only one who is asleep, she was corralled to his bedroom by Leliana, who told Josephine that she would wake her up when The Inquisitor returned. True to her word, Leliana gently shook awake a sleepy Josephine who, wrapped in a robe, quickly made her way to the empty Great Hall. She situated herself onto Vivienne’s balcony. She happily watched her lover pass the gates a promptly made their way to her, greeting her with a gentle kiss, which Leliana thankfully turned away from. Afterwards she’s happy to lead her lover to bed, as the second the pair’s heads hit the pillow, the pass effortlessly into a dreamless sleep.

Sera: Sera’s mindlessly making arrows, her door is locked, as she grew tired of Cole trying to make his way into the room to encourage Sera to talk about her anxieties surrounding her Inky leaving without her. She doesn’t even know her lover has returned until she hears the door jiggle a bit before her lover’s voice calls, “Sera, I saw the light was on, are you awake?”

This is when Sera happily throws the door open and grabs her Inky and drags them inside her room, into her arms. The two were eventually found the next morning by a messenger, who reported The Inquisitor and Sera were fast asleep in a pile of various blankets and pillows.

Solas: Solas isn’t sleeping much either, somehow he can’t take his mind off of his vhenan. He completely understand why his lover would take another person on their adventure, potentially a different mage than him. But he worries when they’re away! And there’s not much to do in Skyhold when The Inquisitor is gone. Most servants and nobles steer clear from him. He busies himself painting the various frescos in the atrium. He’s just taken a break and decided to walk along the battlements, and that’s of course, when he sees his beloved. He’s happy to walk down the stairs of the battlements and meet his lover at the gate, awaiting them with open arms. He happily leads them away, whether to their bed in their room, where Solas will leave them to rest. Or if they prefer, they can spend a bit of time in the atrium alone, Solas would be happy to hear the stories of his vhenan’s journey.

Varric Tethras: Varric is rotating between the tavern and The Great Hall. Ever since he first got the letter from his lover, happily informing him of their return, he’s only been more nervous. Like Cassandra, he fears the image of a truly tragic hero, beaten down on the way back to the arms of their lover.

He thinks he’s been writing too much tragedy when he firsts gets that mental image

Nevertheless, he pushes through the night.

Eventually, he’s sitting at his usual spot near the fire, unhappily grumbling to himself, sounding like a real dwarf. His mind is racing, and he can’t seem to get the thoughts to stop. So, for one last time that evening, he walks out of the hall, preparing to return to the tavern for a drink and a song from Maryden. That’s when he sees his beloved standing by the gate, quietly talking with a solider who leads their horse away. They’ve returned and they’re safe, that’s all he needed to know.

When The Inquisitor finally catches a glimpse of their lover, all they see is a bright grin spread across his face.

Varric is happy to go along with whatever The Inquisitor wants, bed, a drink, a tale by the fire, he’s just relieved they’ve returned.

Vivienne: Vivienne lies to herself. The day that she hears The Inquisitor will be returning that evening, she nods and nonchalantly walks away. Yet she finds herself constantly checking the gate everytime there is movement in that direction. She has no idea why, however. Her friend, whom she doesn’t really call friend, is taking an awful long amount of time to just get back to Skyhold.

She justifies her musings on The Inquisitor’s safety as rationally as she can. If The Inquisitor dies, Thedas will be lost. If The Inquisitor dies, her position in court may affected. If The Inquisitor dies, she will be sad-

That is what gives her pause. She straightens her back, hands quickly going to her face as if to smooth out her frown that was previously there, and then she turns on her heel and returns to her sofa. She attempts to swallow down her fear the entire day, but as the night swiftly covers Skyhold, she finds herself unable to sleep. The moons is high in the sky when she emerges from her room, robe tightly wrapped around her. She is sure not a single soul will see her in such a… vulnerable state. She quickly makes her way to the balcony again, and stays there for what feels like an entire age. But just as she gets ready to sigh and return to a sleepless night in her bed, she hears a disturbance coming from the gate. That is where she sees The Inquisitor, alive and perhaps wrapped in the arms of lover. And with a sigh of… relief? She quietly returns to her chambers. Never speaking of this again.

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Wip (for a leona x reader fic)

a/n I've been really busy with clubs, scholarships/college applications and family matters, that I haven't gotten enough time to sit down and write. im trying to make progess on requests and other stuff i had lined up, its just a really slow process. (if you've sent in a requests, don't worry, i see it!) but anways, i've been working on this leona fic, but i'm no where near done with it, but i wanted to show a little sneak peak. i wanted to get it down by the end of this month, but i highly doubt thats going to happen :/ i hope you guys enjoy and of course feel free to leave comments and such, ill try to get to them as fast as i can!

!tw! nothing but cursing

“You need me to do what now?” You asked the lion beastman. Setting down your bag, you sat down beside him. Wondering what was going on through his head.

“Do I really have to repeat myself?” He groaned, shoving his face in his hands. It was the first time you’ve ever seen Leona flustered, and you can’t deny that it was amusing. Shoving you to the side, he groaned, “Get that look off your face, herbivore.”

Chuckling, you set out the food you made and said calmly with a shrug of your shoulders and an amused smile, “Well, in my defense, it's not every day you get to see the Leona Kingscholar, so shy.”

“I’m not shy.” Leona grumbled. Taking one of the boxes of food, he began to pick at it like a child.

Poking him with your fork, you scolded lightly, “Leona don’t pick at your food just because you're embarrassed.”

“Jeez, what are you my mom?” Leona huffed.

“If I have to, sure.” You said bluntly. Hearing him huff and sigh, you put down your food and stared at him seriously. With a frown, you asked, “Leona, seriously, I don’t mind going with you. If anything it could be very informational.”

He was silent for a second, before groaning loudly. Flopping down to the ground, he covered his eye with his forearm. A deep scowl embedded on his face.

Picking up your food again, you took and bite. Letting him solve his internal battle. An idea popped into your mind that you knew would get a reaction from him. With a teasing smile, you cooed, “Or is it that you’re too embarrassed to be seen with a herbivore such as myself, hmm? You scared another predator might take interest in me~?”

While you were expecting Leona to grow flustered, you got the total opposite reaction. Sitting back up swiftly, he looked you dead in the eye and deadpanned, “As if someone would take interest in you.”

“And that's the Leona I know.” You said softly. Though if you were to be honest, you did feel a little offended but chalked it up to his remark. You weren’t expecting a grand display about you being his, or whatever. No way. “Then why are you so grumbly about it?”

“It's just Farena expecting me to…to…”

“To?”

“Ugh! It’s stupid royal shit that is complete bullshit!” Leona exclaimed. It shocked you to see him so worked up over this. He’s normally so unbothered by everything. This must really be messing with him.

Blinking away your surprise, you scooted over and placed your hand on his. Staring into his emerald eyes, you coaxed, “Hey, you don’t have to explain. Take your time, Leona, I won’t rush you, okay.” Looking deep into his eyes, you smiled, “I’m here for you, Leona. Don’t forget that.”

He stared at you in shock. His sleepy eyes glowing with emotions you couldn’t pinpoint. Calming down, he averted his gaze and stared off to the side, he murmured “Your breath stinks.”

“Leona!”

#leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona twst #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland hcs #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #mari wips!

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mouschiwrites · 3 months

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hey!! I saw that your requests are closed so I don't want you to feel pressured to do this at all if you don't have the energy or time or mindset to so no pressure at all, you matter so much more than your quantity of amazing work!!<33

moving along, I'd like to request a jay walker × fem!reader who s.lf h.rms are he find out about it when she's trying on different outfits? like what I had in mind was she was initially gonna try on a new style but takes a really long time to get ready and eventually it leads to Jay finding out and walking in on the act

Anways yeah just something I had in mind :33 AGAIN, no pressure to get it done!! take as much time as you need and keep your chin up <3

Of course my love!

!!!!TW FOR SH!!!! (nothing graphic) PROCEED WITH CAUTION LOVELIES!!

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Ninjago - Jay Finds Your Scars

Spending time at the mall was always fun when you were with Jay. There was a stereotype that boys didn’t like going to the mall, that they thought it was boring, that they were totally disinterested in all the clothing and makeup and accessories. Jay was living proof that this stereotype was bogus; he was glancing around the lively atmosphere, taking in every detail and making sure to point everything out to you, too.

This made him a great scout for cute clothes. He’d see something in a store window, his cheeks turning pink as he imagined you wearing it, and would jab his entire arm out to point to it, asking if you liked it. If you said no, he would just nod and keep looking. But if you said yes… he just about dragged you inside to try it on.

You’d been at this for almost two hours now, going from store to store and having short little fashion shows with different outfits. So far you’d tried alternative, flashy, cutesy, tomboy, and even country-girl outfits.

Quite frankly you were getting a little tired of having to change outfits so many times, but Jay insisted that you keep walking through the mall.

“You never know,” he reasoned, “maybe we’ll find something really nice!”

You just smiled fondly, knowing full well that he just wanted an excuse to see you in different outfits.

Not two minutes later, you passed a store with a gorgeous f/c dress in the window. It wasn’t your typical style, but the color was irresistible, and neither you nor Jay could resist its pull. You wordlessly drifted towards the store, hand in hand, both eyeing the dress.

There were a few other cute-ish things in the store, which Jay wandered off to look at while you selected a dress in your size.

“Off to the changing rooms,” you announced, hearing a hum of acknowledgement from somewhere among the racks.

The dress really was gorgeous. And soft, too, you noted as you ran your hands over the fabric. Though it was completely unlike anything that you’d ever considered wearing up until now, that only made it all the more exciting; you couldn’t wait to put it on.

Your exasperation over changing clothes had disappeared by the time you were in the changing room, and you hastily yanked off your clothes to throw the dress over your head.

It fit like a glove. Looking up into the mirror, stars filled your eyes. It really was just as spectacular as it had been in the window display, and it complimented your features wonderfully. You turned from side to side, admiring every inch of the article.

You must’ve really been in a trance, because you didn’t hear the soft knock on the changing room door, nor did you hear Jay whisper-yelling your name to see if you were in that stall.

You twirled, mesmirized by the movement of the dress as you did so. You watched the hem continue to twist around your legs when you stopped suddenly, swaying back and forth for a second before coming to a rest yet again.

Meanwhile, Jay was biting his nails, his face mere inches away from the changing room doors. This was the only closed changing room. You were the only person who’d walked in, as far as he’d seen. That meant it had to be you inside, right? So it was okay to go in, right? He fretted endlessly, his hand reaching for the door’s knob one second, retreating back to his teeth the next, then back to the door, and back to his teeth…

Eventually he let out an agitated shout and burst into the changing room.

You looked at him through the mirror, your back turned to him. For half a second you had panicked, but when you saw it was only Jay you relaxed. You smiled at him, about to mention how magical this dress was making you feel, but your smile quickly turned to a horrified expression when you noticed where he was looking.

You had been so excited about the dress that you hadn’t noticed that it didn’t hide that part of you very well. The scars were on full display.

You felt panicked tears come to your eyes, and you lunged for your clothes.

“I don’t think I like this dress! Can you get out for a second so I can change back?” You balked, doing a poor job of hiding your anxiety.

Jay hurried over to you, wedging himself between you and your pile of clothes on the changing room bench. He grabbed you by the forearms, forcing you up to your full height so that he could look at you. He was staring right at your scars.

“Y/n,” he said slowly, terror and worry brimming in his eyes. He reached with one hand to touch them, but twitched away, afraid of hurting you. “Is that…?”

Your head hung low. The water on your tearline was getting dangerously close to spilling over, but you didn’t move to wipe at it. Not that you really could, with Jay’s gentle grip on you. You nodded ever so subtly.

One of Jay’s hands went to cover his mouth. “Oh.”

“I—I didn’t want you to know about this. I know it’s just so… ugly. Terrible of me. I know.”

“What? No, no, Y/n… I’m just—I wish I’d known sooner!”

Your face twisted painfully. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I understand if you don’t want to be with me—”

Now it was Jay’s turn to balk a little. “That’s not what I meant, Y/n. I just don’t like seeing you hurt. I swore I’d always protect you, and this…” His voice trailed off helplessly.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, your voice barely above a whisper as your throat tightened.

“Stop saying that. I’m not mad at you or disgusted or anything. I don’t love you any less than I did two minutes ago. You’re my everything, Y/n, and nothing will ever change that.”

You looked up at last, your eyes round.

“I don’t want you to do this to yourself anymore. Will you let me help you? Will you please let me protect you?”

“From myself?” You rasped, unsure if you’d intended the words to be bitter or hopeful.

Jay nodded with a firm expression, giving no sign which way he took it. “If that’s what protecting you means.”

You blinked, and the tears finally spilled. You threw your arms around Jay’s neck, nodding wordlessly and trying not to sob. You trembled in his arms, staining his shoulder with the streams pouring from your eyes. You hiccuped and sniffled for a long time, long enough that your locked knees started to wobble and Jay tightened his grip protectively around you.

At length you pulled away, reaching up to wipe away your snot and tears with the fabric of your—oh. Whoops.

Despite yourself, you smiled at the little stain on the f/c fabric. “Looks like we have to buy it now,” you said, voice cracking but somehow cheerful.

“So you do like it.”

“Yeah. But it doesn’t cover those.”

“You don’t need to hide anything,” Jay kissed away a stray tear in the corner of your eye, “not anymore. I’m going to help you, if you’ll let me.”

You nodded again, fear and hope swirling in your stomach as a wan smile found your lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered into the crook of your neck after pulling you to him one last time. “Ready to go home?”

You pondered for a second, and when the sheer exhaustion from trying on every outfit of the mall caught up with you again, you frowned. “Yes. I’m all mall-ed out.”

Jay just smiled, kissing both of your cheeks and your nose before finally stepping out to let you change.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, your eyes lingering on your dress, so unlike your other clothes, and then your scars. Maybe it was time for a change.

Thank you for your request!! And thanks so much for reading, stay safe my sweets <33 (and if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you guys)

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Brazil- 141, Los Vaqueros, Graves

This is based on a request:

GN!Reader

After a tough mission Laswell sent the team(s) to, Price pulled a few strings and got him and everyone else a week off. Since the next mission was far yet close to a beach, he decided to take you all there. So now hear you all were. Graves decide to join, said it wouldn't hurt to take time off.

Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Ghost played some football (soccer). Price, Rudy, and Graves all sat on the sand and watch them all play. You for an hour went surfing, and as the dads all the men are they soon got tired and watched you ride some waves. After a much needed break you got back to the land and started to enjoy your time.

They all watched in awe as you started to play with some little kids. It got funnier when you competed with the children to see who would make a better sand castle. You ran inside the room you stayed in, the men thought you just grew tired, only for you to comeback out with goggles. You ran back into the water and at times you would call them out as you saw the little fishes and the small crabs walking around.

You eventually walked back to them, and sat on the ground. They really weren't surprised when you acted like a child seeing all of those tiny animals. In your hands you held a small rock, you named it "the lord of the rocks" soap just shook his head and chuckled as he saw how your eyes gleamed with excitement. "gosh I'm hungry now." you rubbed your stomach. It was a surprise when Ghost handed you his sandwich.

"Gee thanks Ghost!" you smiled and looked up at him, you took a bite out of his meal and ran back to the rocky shore. All evening and early night you ran around.

The next day the team wasn't so worried when you had disappeared so early in the morning. Turns out you went snorkeling with some of the locals. And according to some other locals you went to skinny dip at a near cliff. Price was more concerned you'd want to retire and leave him.

As lunch approached the team sat back in their seats and watched as you waved at them from a small boat. Alejandro nearly jumped into the water to save you when you jumped off the boat and ran to them.

Graves looked at you and smiled. "I envy your childishness. Anything literally entertains you."

"Lives too fucked to not enjoy the little things-" You ran towards a seagull before you finished your sentence.

"r/n, is really like our little child." Rudy mentioned, his eyes following you and you ran into the ocean after the seagull tried to attack you. Your now really tanned skin spoke the adventures they knew they missed out on. When you came back you finished the conversation with Graves. "I guess I grew into a tall child after all- no way is that a fucking crab?!" and off you went.

From a far distance they heard, "holy shit its a cast of crabs!" you smiled and approached them.

Safe to say, this week off was much needed. It made the men appreciate the life around them. You? it was a known fact you already loved life, this gave proof to that fact.

I wanna play the beautiful game while I'm in Brazil 'Cause everybody plays the beautiful game out in Brazil And it's all you've ever wanted, and it's all that you want still Don't you wanna play the beautiful game out in Brazil? I wanna play the beautiful game while I'm in Brazil

Tags: @anonymuslydumb

A/n: apparently Tumblr hated me last week and this story never uploaded, this entire time I thought it did, anways I hope this compensates for what I wrote for ya last time.

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Hello, I have more Earthspark theories and observations! Spoilers for episodes 11-18 and welcome under the cut!

Observation about Grimlock!

I noticed that despite being controlled by Mandroid's device, he was holding back against Bumblebee! It's especially noticeable when you see him more actively chasing and firing at Terrans (he doesn't know them, makes sense) or how controlled Hashtag was acting!

In fact, we can see Grimlock shaking and hesitating to attack when Bee was talking to him. Even after he bit Bee's arm, he still didn't even aiming at Bee with fire, even tho Bumblebee was right in front of him!

( Note: idk why, but I suddenly remember the moment from Norse mythology, when Fenrir bites Tyr's hand! Sure gods wanted to chain him, but Tyr was the one who raised him. Bee must be really good with dinobots, maybe one of few friends they have and Grimlock was forced to hurt him. Gosh I can't wait for new episodes to see all the drama!)

No wonder Grim went into rage mode after the device was removed from him. To express all this shit he went through while being controlled. He needs a hug!

A little theory about Bee and GHOST.

I keep thinking about how it's so strange that Schloder was on Bumblebee's trail. Bee was supposed to be dead to GHOST, and even with energon suppressor, they still were after him! Did someone among bots spilled the beans about Bee?

Or Schloder really saw a yellow car appearing in races ( which tbh is still very far-fetched bc yellow cars aren't rarity ahah) and he decided to catch Bee in all costs during all 15 years? Schloder, as silly as he is, was pretty angry at Bumblebee for "deserting Autobots" and he was talking about Bee like he's some kind-of-evil mastermind who takes advantage of good people like Maltos?

What happened? Did Bee accidentally did something to upset Schloder? Or his sister told him some gross lies about Bumblebee being dangerous to humans? So intriguing!

Another thing that bothers me, that yeah, Optimus is absent right now, which is already sus. The only thing we saw is him sending Bumblebee to find Grimlock according to Bee. And Bee said that Optimus got a tip... from who exactly?

Also, why Optimus would send Bumblebee, who's primary role is scouting and espionage, into basically fight-to-death gladiator matches??? Cmon, there are plenty bots who are stronger and more fit to this mission in hiding I'm sure, so why Bee?

Of course, it can be that Bee was tasked to find Grim, and like Bee he is, decided to prove himself and enter the brawls. And sure, he can fight and even win despite being weak he is. Anways, very curious too!

(UPD: Actually to think about it, I won't surprised if Bee went to brawls himself instead of calling for help bc he might feeling guilty for blowing his cover? So risking his life would be his way to make thing right in a way ( like in old comics when blamed himself for letting Ravage escape on his watch and de decided to capture him solo while Optimus is sulking with self-doubt... only to fall into Decepticon trap. Because he didn't see how exactly Bee is doing yet, only knowing he's sad he can't go home.)

I'm getting the impression that GHOST is after Bee, either to catch him, or even get him killed. But why? During trailer I thought that maybe it was to do with AllSpark bc he was carrying it, but we saw Bee quickly passed it to Op and Megs and it was send back to Cybertron. Yet it feels like Croft has some agenda against Bee in particular. Very curious!

Can't wait for new episodes!

(UPD: maybe Croft got a wind that Optimus wants to make a third cybertronian faction outside of her influence ( which the end of ep 10 gave this idea), and I guess they seen that Bee, while inexperienced, still have some leadership traits and she def doesn't want that. esp if Bee is good with humans as well. this will suck for her… unless she get rid of Bee first)

#transformers earthspark spoilers #earthspark spoilers #earthspark #bumblebee #grimlock #ara talks

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i-am-a-fraud · 1 year

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congras on the new blog! this is me asking for a funny scenario with kalego with his human s/o. maybe something funny like his s/o is cooking for him and it tastes so bad that he dies a little inside every bite but he wont say anything coz he doesnt want to hurt his s/o's feelings :D

Oh my god thank you so much your so sweet!

Kalego x reader

Trying readers really bad cooking

No warnings

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I personally headcanon kalego to be autistic but that doesn't limit him it just explains some stuff about him

He is very sensitive to foods he likes them cooked his way and his way only

Not to be a ass or Gordon Ramsey 2.0 but because of textures and flavors

When he walked through the door after a long day to see you setting out plates, he got nervous

Can you even cook? Have you ever cooked before? Did you use HIS recipes?

He has so many questions but not enough energy to ask

"Thank you" is all he could say as you made him sit down

Your eyes where bright and you looked so excited as you layed out a feast of your favorite meal you really wanted kalego to try

He took a bite and died a little bit inside

His soul left his body and not in a good way

You looked so happy to be eating your favorite dinner and so happy that he was too

He clenched his jaw and sucked it up

Although he did slide some of the food into his pockets because of how bad it was.

"Wow you eat all that in such little time do you want more?"

"No I feel bloated"

"Oh I am sorry, I really thought!"

"No! It is good, definitely needs some improving but how about next time we make it together"

"You can take the *food* out of your pocket, I know I'm not a good cook thank you for trying it"

Now if you where not a crush or s/o it would go something like this . . .

"Are you trying to poison me?"

"No just try it"

"Ook"

Takes one bite

"I wouldn't feed this dry ass burt to the crisp bumpy lumpy dumpy bull shit to a mouse or iruma!"

(Ok he doesn't talk like that but you almost made bro go on his evil cycle smh)

Will avoid you for a week or month or the rest of your life because he will probably live longer than you because you will die of your own cooking but that's beside the point.

Anways back on track . . .

He loves you and doesn't want you upset and you know that

Your honestly surprised how nice he was about it kalego hates and I mean HATES people touching or messing with his food

(Probably eats the same 3 meals every week)

It is the thought that counts to him

He will make a point to make your favorite dinner for you so it doesn't look like the bottom of a grill at the end of summer time. Or rather the remaines of a house fire

Will be sure to make you watch him cook so you can "learn"

Needless to say you do not learn, you are just born a bad cook

Doesn't mind cooking with you, gives you small tasks you can't possibly mess up

If you do, he will give you the most annoyed horse face every to be seen

Loves you either way master chef or white trash grill fire (ok, but if there is a grill fire, you know them burgers gonna taste like heaven or like lacking charcoal)

If you say something like "master chef who?" He will give you the most confused and disappointed face known to man to this day

He will not tease you or make fun of you and will go along with lies

Your lies may include lying when you bring baked goods to a gathering saying you made them not him

I feel like he doesn't want anyone to know that he can cook.

He doesn't want to seem housewife like I guess I don't know

BBQ god that's all I am gonna say

I tried to make this a little longer. I don't like writing short things. I feel like I am failing you guys (you guys being my one follower, that is my other account)

I hope you like it annon please request again

Requests cure my depression

#naberius kalego #kalego sensei #kalego x reader

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ajaxpilled · 1 year

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hai i love your chili posts! do you have any more headcanons, or for any other g/enshin characters? i feel like this fandom is so starved of this kink T_T

anon i am SO sorry that i've left this for months if not longer i've simply not been doing long posts as im burnt out as hell from work 😭 every time i think of my gen hcs i think of you and repent </33

anway here are some of my favs if you're still alive ! they're less so multiple headcanons and kinda extended singular ones idk. i included my hcs for cyno/tighnari, kaeya, xiao, thoma, kaveh/alhaitham, and childe/zhongli here ^_^

Cyno

▪︎cyno often forgets or ignores his need to eat. he finds himself too distracted with work, and prefers to give to his people rather than give to himself. this leads to his body unlearning hunger cues completely.

▪︎tighnari is quite unhappy to learn this - he believes basic self-care is the base of all things. you can't nurture others until you've nurtured yourself, after all. this leads to a routine of him waking cyno up with breakfast before leaving for work, as well as making sure he gets a good lunch in him. whether this means bringing him out to a café or packing something he has made for him, he always stays to make sure cyno eats it all (much to the general mahamatra's annoyance, who wants to take a quick bite and return to work). this sometimes ends in a stomach ache and a quick tummy rub from tighnari before he must return to his own job. on these days, cyno almost considers the interruption to his work worth it.

▪︎what isn't worth it is how his exposed stomach gently swells out after each of tighanri's particularly larger lunches. how he can't stop the yawns escaping his mouth, sated and sleepy with the big meal settling in his stomach. he crosses his arms over the sloping curve and tries to maintain his stoic image at work - coming across as stern and formidable to your subordinates is hard when you're sleepily excusing small burps and hiccups, with a rounded tummy after your dumb boyfriend visits for lunch. however, it is visible evidence of tighnari's love. as long as he's away from the eyes of others he secretly delights in it, as well as the gentle kisses tighnari presses against the small arc of his belly when he arrives home.

▪︎by the time cyno gets home, tighnari is back and has usually made one of his favourites for dinner, of which he serves cyno a second helping. cyno happily eats it up - he no longer has work to prioritise after all, and now he can eat his fill and enjoy it this time around. he finds he's beginning to like eating with tighnari - there is something satisfying about the tight, heavy feeling in his overly full tummy. about how tighnari shows his love for him through food. after dinner he always climbs into the forest ranger's lap and stretches out like a cat, exposing the curve of his stomach in an unspoken request for gentle rubs.

▪︎cyno absolutely revels in belly rubs!! whether he's poring over documents, cuddling with tighnari, or preparing tea, tighnari always knows to come up and hold him from behind. he presses a palm over his tummy to feel him melt into the gentle touch. he has discovered all he needs to do to get a "yes" from cyno on anything is to ask him while he's in a sleepy stupour from getting his stomach massaged. between long, tiresome days at work, and the pleasant sensation of tighnari's warm hands kneading and rubbing over his large dinner, cyno often finds himself dozing off within minutes of belly rubs.

Kaeya

▪︎i mean with all his drinking how does he expect to stay a skinny king ygm

▪︎his stomach is often sloshy and a lil bloated from the amount of drink he consumes, and becomes noisy in protest of only being fed alcoholic beverages on top of being otherwise empty. he frequently needs to press his fist to his mouth to hiccup or to stifle lil burps during work because of this, and tries to gently rub away the irritating gurgling. this only bothers his neglected stomach even more and it causes even more of an uproar. quite embarrassing during meetings, but he always plays it off.

▪︎on the other hand i like to imagine him healing from all that he's gone through, leading to alcohol being replaced with food

▪︎maybe he has help from kazuha or albedo on this journey. they rub his belly after each meal he finishes, beginning first as an aid in digestion but ending up as a vice of encouragement once they realise it's a feeling kaeya takes immense pleasure in. knowing it will pay off entices him to eat larger amounts, and more frequently too. finishing his meals has become the norm now but kaeya is an indulgent man and relishes in being spoiled and pampered - and they enjoy seeing him happy and well-fed, so tummy rubs soon also become the norm.

▪︎even in public, they find themselves wrapping an an arm around his waist and comfortingly pressing a palm to his middle to rub little circles. when they kiss him, a hand will always slide from his chest or waist to gently cup the crest of his belly. when they fall asleep, they do so with a hand resting on his warm, softened middle, come to a stop from bedtime belly rubs. kaeya loves to have attention paid to his plush tummy, and subconsciously it becomes ingrained in their mind - it brings them just as much comfort as it brings him, in the end.

▪︎it's only natural that kaeya fills out into a softer form now that he's nourished and cared for. his stomach plumps into a gentle curve, and his hips become more pliant. his face becomes less gaunt and hollow. his smiles turn more genuine, his cheeks fuller with each one.

▪︎his already thicc thighs become my religion

▪︎he knows he's still hot despite his weight gain - hot because of it, even. if ever anybody tries to make a not so subtle comment on it, he only smiles and agrees with them in a boastful manner.

Xiao/Alatus

▪︎i do just lovvve the idea of xiao eating a mortal dish other than almond tofu and it not quite sitting well in his stomach. maybe it's because he was distracted, or wanted to show his appreciation for the dish he was gifted, or didn't want to cause a fuss in a public café or restaurant.

▪︎his stomach endures random spikes of pain and waves of nausea as the unwelcome food causes it to churn and gurgle. burps travel up his throat with the pressure, unannounced, and he quickly swallows them back. he tries not to grimace with all the cramping that tightens and pinches his stomach.

▪︎he keeps his nausea silent and crosses his arms over his bloated middle - he cannot bear the thought of alatus, adeptus of liyue, last of the yaksha, slayer of demons, to be added onto with sufferer of a sore tummy. how humiliating.

▪︎his small blushes, stifled hiccups, and gurgling stomach do not escape the notice of either venti/kazuha however. they simply give him a reassuring smile and put an arm around him, pulling him close to their side and subtly rubbing soothing circles into his tummy under the table, after gently sinking their fingers in to gauge how upset his stomach is.

▪︎with how much he drinks, venti is no stranger to stomach pains and nausea. he didn't get this tolerance without hard work. when they arrive back at wangshu inn, he pulls the yaksha up against his chest between his legs to rub and knead the pain away, absently singing words of quiet songs between, to xiao's mortification, light teasing. he prays to the archons (except venti) to return his dignity to him.

▪︎kazuha, on the other hand, speaks words of reassurance and love, brushing his hair back and making him tea. pressing deep circles into the taut and tender parts of his belly to aid his struggling digestion, his hands coax up strings of tiny burps and hiccups. xiao finds himself alleviated of some of the nausea, and holds his hands over kazuha's with a whimper to add more pressure to his churning middle.

▪︎it's okay, kazuha hushes. you'll be okay. soon you can sit back and just bask in how nice it is to be full.

▪︎xiao is thoroughly humiliated - humiliated by his achey tummy and the noises it produces, humiliated that he needs help, and even more so humiliated at how much pleasure he takes in the feeling of warm hands rubbing and pressing his painful stomach.

Thoma

▪︎as i've said i KNOW this man has a soft lil chubby tummy

▪︎he taste tests his cooking for ayato multiple times with each meal - the kanjou commissioner is picky and specific, and each dish needs to be perfected to a T (also thoma is very much in love and won't have his meals be anything less than perfect)

▪︎this leads to a lot of tasting - however this isn't enough for a big guy like thoma, both tall and broad, and so he eats his meals with his colleagues in the servants' quarters on top of it. he cooks for them too. he's a good damn cook - he knows it, and he eats like it too.

▪︎however ayato randomly, but quite frequently, requests thoma to join him while he eats. this leads to thoma having a second helpings, or even thirds if he asks for him for more than one meal.

▪︎on one of the rarer days where work is light and not so distracting and ayato can relax and pay more attention to those around him, he asks for thoma to join him for lunch - and takes notice of the gentle curve causing an indent against his t-shirt. from then on he always claims he is too full to finish his dish and pushes his bowl to thoma. even if thoma could say no to ayato, he's unable to say no to his own cooking, and shovels it down under ayato's watchful gaze no matter how uncomfortably stuffed his poor tummy already is.

▪︎it's on these days that thoma regretfully wishes he either had more self control or a larger capacity, as he tenderly holds his stomach and tries to complete his tasks one handed. he occasionally gives his stomach a gentle rub to ease the tight pain.

▪︎while his friends often poke fun at him and teasingly pat his stomach if he's looking particularly full, he knows they only mean well. when feeling down, they always seek him out for the best hot chocolate and cuddle. with his cheery mondstat disposition, plump thighs to sit on and thick arms to wrap around his friend - and soft tummy to warm them up or lay their head on while he plays with their hair - there are few others who provide such comfort on rainy days.

Kaveh

▪︎kaveh, like cyno, definitely ignores his hunger in favour of work. unlike cyno, his hunger cues have not quite disappeared.

▪︎he's always getting defensive and arguing with alhaitham when the latter complains about the racket his growling stomach makes. in kaveh's defense, his roommate uses some rather crude choice words, and so if his stomach continues to annoy him while he works, he considers it a petty revenge.

▪︎one day alhaitham sighs, rolls his eyes, and leaves the room. good. only to kaveh's surprise he returns with food - slams it down on top of his papers and gives him a look. he doesn't completely forget himself, throwing in a comment how if he has to house him and feed him, must he brush his teeth for him and change his diaper next?

▪︎and if kaveh returns to a normal, healthy weight, instead of skin and bones without a home, nobody says anything. alhaitham's care is written all over him, but dare speak a word of it and the scribe would have you dead in minutes.

Childe

▪︎childe fills out fast when he's with zhongli, but truthfully he doesn't care

▪︎he often eats too fast, devouring his food like a starved wanderer - which he was before, in a way. before joining the fatui, he often skipped meals so his siblings could eat instead, and was always wondering where the next meal would come from. old habits die hard. because of this, he's prone to overeating and not realising until he's well over his limit. even then, he delights in the food more than he suffers the aftermath, and continues to enjoy the food.

▪︎zhongli brings him to different cafés and restaurants each day to introduce him to his country's cuisine. on top of this, he has no idea how to care for a mortal. food is a sign of love, yes? but also necessary for survival.

▪︎he has a lot of love for the harbinger. a lot of love means a lot food.

▪︎childe vaguely notices when people make subtle comments insinuating he's gotten bigger, but he just smiles and says to blame it on zhongli. extra weight is seen as a positive back home in snezhnaya. a sign of survival or of living a high life of privilege and luxury - he's able to take care of his family better, and his boyfriend makes sure he's taken care of too.

▪︎childe finds he likes being too full a little too much. likes the heavy feeling of so much food - love? - in his stomach. likes the way zhongli grabs the softer parts of his body when sleeping together. likes to be taken care of for once, instead of always looking after others.

▪︎it's one day, when he sits on zhongli's lap, that the ex archon realises how heavy the harbinger has grown on his love. a look is shared between the two after zhongli's initial grunt of surprise, and the two end up in the bedroom within minutes - and yeah, childe knows he's never going back to his old life now.

#asks #gen #these kinda differ between kinks oh well #hunger #stuffing #tummy rubs #wg #literally so sorry again for how long this took so its just some of my basic ones !#sickfic #nausea

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