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druidrot · 3 months

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Okay 1 and 13 from the sultry prompts list feel VERY Gale to me, if that inspires you at all!

Your honor, based on provided evidence the jury has come to the conclusion that Gale Dekarios is indeed guilty of being a munch. Not actual smut but like pretty damn suggestive. It borders on it. It’s dirty. Don’t talk to me 😭😭

Real talk I’m sorry this has sat in my drafts for so long. Anon, you deserve better but work has been draining lately and tonight for some reason was the night my mind decided to work. Anyways muah i love u thank u for requesting, i hope you enjoy!!

Pairing: Gale Dekarios x Reader

Prompts:

1. A kiss to the thigh

13. You are constantly finding new ways to surprise me.

Rating: Explicit - MDNI

warnings: foreplay, like lots of it. this came out a lil worship-y but gale is a fucking loser and I’m so weak to that shit. i say that with the most love but 😭😭. allusions to good ole’ cunillingus babey!

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Gale takes his time tonight.

There is no urgency in his actions, no desperation–just pure, unadulterated adoration. His hands are gentle against your skin, soft, like too much pressure might shatter you like glass. He is resolute though, driven, unyielding in the face of his desire for you. He knows exactly how to touch you; he knows exactly where to touch you. It's like your body was made to be known by him, to be loved by him.

You sit comfortably in the big armchair he has nestled in his study, legs spread wide to accommodate his frame. He is kneeled before you like a man devoted; like a man pious, besotted and yearning for you . He looks so very hungry when he turns his gaze up to meet yours, though his smile is soft, beckoning, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. You answer his smile with one of your own, smoothing a hand through his hair as he begins to creep his hands under your dressing gown.

"I will never tire of this," he murmurs, reverent, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your knee. "I will always be starved for you, my star. I will never have enough; there will never be enough to satiate the hunger you inspire.”

You can’t help the silly, lovesick grin that pulls at your lips. To you, he is breathtaking in his want for you, unabashed and proud. You love the way he loves you, so fully, so complete, like this is what the two of you were made to do together. It is intense, all-encompassing, makes your insides twist and turn.

“You spoil me rotten,” you whisper, all sweet smile laced with heavy-handed desire. “I burn for you, Mr. Dekarios. You make me ache.”

He offers a punched-out sound, a chuckle, and his molten eyes darken in the heat of his want. His kisses grow heavy, then, hot where they land on your skin, teasing where they trail up and up and up…

“You are my renewal and ruin all at once,” he breathes, sticky with need. “I am lost to you, my darling. Eternally lost to you.”

You mewl, tangling your fingers in his chestnut hair. “Show me, my love. Show me how you love me.”

He grins a wickedly handsome smile, pressing another hard kiss to the soft flesh of your thigh. He bites down gently, teasingly, basking in the sultry moan that rumbles in your chest.

“Gale,” you urge, pleadingly. “Let me see how lost you are. Let me see what I do to you.”

He squeezes the flesh of your opposite thigh, tongue laving over the little indents his teeth left in your skin. His eyes are sharp, heavy with lust, and you think you might drown in their depths forever.

“How desperate you are,” he teases, hands now moving to push the fabric at your hips up higher and higher. You can only sink further into his touch as his intentions become clear.

“You are constantly finding new ways to surprise me,” he muses, eyes locked on your pleading gaze. “I sometimes forget how eager you are to have me. But no matter, my star. I will happily oblige your desire to be tasted.”

You can only gasp, body pliant, mind foggy, already drunk on him as you surrender to the heat of his mouth.

#hehehehe leave me alone #gale dekarios x reader #gale x reader #gale dekarios fanfiction #bg3 x reader #baldur’s gate 3 x reader #reader insert #rottie writes

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urrockstar-xe · 5 months

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happy birthday - j.m x fem!reader

posted nov 27th, 2023 9:50pm

anon asked: could you do bestfriend jj asking reader out on a date for her birthday present and he tells her he’s been in love with her for years🩷🤭

so sorry for the wait!! for the sake of this, pretend reader and jj kissed before finding the gold instead of jj and kie i also don't know HOW THE FUCK but i forgot abt the love confession I'm sorry :( okay muah. it's def way past ur birthday but happy birthday! my grandma used the sing the beatles song to us on our birthdays! i hope u like it :)

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Loud cheers and “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”s rang through your ears the second you were within eyeshot of your friends all out back of the chateau. The smile on your face only got bigger when Sarah and Kie tackled you in a hug, all three of you going down in a fit of giggles and more “Happy birthday!”s

Helping each other stand up, you all made your way closer to the rest of your friends all of whom shared your cheerful smiles. John B was the next to pull you into a hug, “Happy birthday,” he smiled. “Thanks, JB.” You smiled, pushing him off you as he messed up your hair, earning a laugh in response. Cleo nodded at you with a smile from where she sat, “Happy birthday, Y/n/n” you thanked her, before being pulled into another hug by Pope and JJ this time, earning another round of laughs from the group as they nearly crushed you in between them both happily singing The Beatles birthday song, You laughed again, smiling when JJ threw his arm around your shoulder and kept it there even after the hug had ended. “Thank you guys, that was sweet” You spoke, your cheeks warm from all the affection.

“So birthday girl, what do you want to do today?” John B asked, rubbing his hands together eagerly awaiting your answer.

“I actually just wanna hang out, with everything that’s happened these last few months, we haven’t really had the chance so!” You announced, smiling nervously as if for whatever reason they’d reject the idea. Instead, it was met with nods of understanding and excited high-fives from the boys.

John B gave JJ a pat on the back and a wink before moving back to sit with Sarah, giving you a weirdly suspicious smile before JJ spoke up, “Although, we-” Pope forced a cough and cleared his throat to cut JJ off, giggles coming from the girls. “I had an idea in mind for tonight though, not the whole day just a few hours tonight” JJ shrugged, grinning at you and dropping his arm from your shoulder to fully turn to you.

You smiled back, “Alright, bring it on, Maybank” You laughed through your words, expecting this surprise of his to be something illegal or some last-minute party at the point, but as more cheers for the long-awaited normal day came from the pogues your thoughts were practically wiped clean with matched excitement.

And so you had your usual summer day on the water, with your usual playlist and John B pushing Sarah in the water, Pope in charge of steering the boat with newfound company in Cleo, and JJ shaking cold water droplets from his hair onto you and Kie’s laps like a dog. Kiara had snagged food from her parents and nobody asked how but JJ and John B showed up with beer.

Now as the sun set and a breeze hit your shoulders you found solace and warmth in JJ’s thin but discarded button-up, Pope was taking the boat back to land for whatever JJ had planned and everyone was calmly chatting amongst themselves, not including Kie and JJ who were bickering over what time was best to get high.

As the Chateau came into sight you felt JJ's head fall onto your lap, looking down to see him already smiling up at you.

“Sup pretty lady,” he said, his sunglasses falling perfectly on his nose and his hair just slightly damp and cold on your thighs. “What’s up, J” You smiled back as always, ruffling his hair but leaving your fingers entangled in it.

“Ready for your surprise?” JJ was evidently eager about his plans but when was he not, even the bad ones had JJ shaking with excitement.

Actually, especially the bad ones.

You nodded, growing impatient when you were suddenly hit with the realization of not really knowing what this surprise was.

JJ stayed like this the rest of the time left on the boat, starting up mindless conversations with you and asking dumb questions when the conversations would seemingly end, it made it feel like you hit land a little too soon, suddenly missing the feeling of him being so intimately close as he stood up and hopped off.

The boys helped the girls off, JJ grabbed your hand once Sarah was safely secured and on her way to the old hammock. Although when he helped you he held onto your hand longer than necessary turning to the rest of your friends and announcing you’d both be on your way to Pope’s place to pick up the dinner Mrs Heyward so graciously offered to make for your birthday.

John B sent JJ another wink before waving you guys off. Your friends all watched as you guys got on JJ’s bike and headed off, all giggling and chatting about whatever this surprise was.

“Thank you so much! I owe you, Miss Heyward!” JJ yelled as he ran back from the door to his bike, you waved and blew Pope’s mom a kiss as she called out a happy birthday before JJ handed you the box of food and promised to go slow while starting his bike back up.

He actually kept his promise and after what felt like forever you stopped not too far from the docks where you grew up watching the boys fish and as JJ ever so graciously took the box of food from your hands you began approaching it.

And there it was, an old blanket you recognized from John B’s couch laid out on the old wood, with a rock on each corner to hold it down and a single candle set in the middle, the melted wax signaling it had been lit but the wind had blown it out and as you watched JJ set down the box and turn to you with a nervous smile, clapping his hands together, you realized what this all was.

“So uh, I couldn’t think of anything to get you, and you said it yourself this morning! With everything going on the last few months, it’s been a lot for us and we never got a chance to really establish what this” he motioned between you two with his hands, “what we were, so what better than to have our first date?” You pouted as he finished, ignoring his worried questions at the pout as you got closer to JJ and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling at how fast his hands landed on either side of your waist.

“JJ, this is so sweet, you are so sweet” You whispered, close enough to feel his breath. JJ smiled, his worry instantly fading as he sighed. “God, you scared me” he laughed, earning a laugh from you as well.

“Happy birthday, baby” JJ whispered back, a soft look in his eyes as they flickered from your own and your lips.

And for the first time since just before finding the gold, you felt confident in leaning up and closing the small gap, pressing a long overdue kiss to JJ’s lips, laughing breathlessly as his lips chased yours when you pulled away.

best birthday ever

#jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj mayback imagine #outer banks x you #outer banks imagines #obx imagine #obx fanfiction #Spotify

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year

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YOU. I LOVE IT EVERY BIT OF IT. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ITTTT ALSO IF CAN YOU MAKE A PART TWO IF YOU CAN??? ITS OKAY IF U DONT WANNA. MUAH MUAH TO YOU AND THAT ANON‼️‼️‼️‼️💗💗💗💗

THANK YOU SO MUCH, @raaaaaaahornetstinger! Here is the Part 2! I am so glad that you love Part 1! And, let's be honest, the oneshot would not have existed if not for the Anon and the headcanons XD Hope you enjoy this one!

Key Information: There is a time skip gape from Part 1 and Part 2. Part 2 is in Reader's POV, and it will begin with the Reader asleep, after the incident with Nahida and Venti. Reader does not know about Nahida and Venti's punishment given by the Imposter.

Click Me to Read Part 1!

𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞.

Warnings: Bad Grammar, Spelling Mistakes, Not Beta Read, OOC Characters, Implications of Violence, & Mind Control/Mind Manipulation.

Read if you are okay with these terms. Please also let me know if I missed a warning!

— — —

"MX. Y/N!!!" A child screams, running into my view. I don't remember the child's name, but I know who they are. They are familiar. They are someone from a village.

They grow up to be the next Blacksmith of the village, after their father.

They grow up and marry the whole-hearted, girl that would be a strong woman, working in their farm, selling their crops to make a living.

They become prosperous in their village, and make their friends and family proud.

It hasn't happened yet, but I know it would happen. Every child born in Teyvat, no matter who their parents are, I am their "Prime Parent," as the child would say as a joke. They are all my children-in-spirit.

I smile down at the child. "What is it, Little One?" I ask in a gentle tone, crouching down to get to their level. "What exciting adventure happened today?"

"Mx. Y/N! The Village Chief told me to bring you to our village!" the child replies happily, grasping one of my hands. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" They bounce up and down from their excitement. I chuckle at the child's antics, but I relent. Who could deny a child as adorable as this, anyways?

The path to the village was a fast blur, and all of a sudden, I am swarmed around by villagers, happily greeting me and hugging me, smiling and offering me trinkets and goods they have prepared for my arrival. I smile and wave, kindly accepting one or two things from each villager.

It was amazing.

It was lively. It felt like home.

"Happy Birthday to our Honorable and Forever Humble Guest!" The Village Chief shouts, raising his glass.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

—

I wake up, gasping.

Oh. Another one of those dreams again. Past memories of me being this "creator." Hah, how bittersweet. It seems like nobody can tell the difference, not even this world—Teyvat! If Teyvat doesn't even recognize me, how the heck will I ever survive this hunt?

More importantly, how the heck does someone break the mind control the Imposter has over everyone?

I sigh, finally getting my breathing under control. These questions will have to wait for another day—I still don't know much about it. It's not everyday you read a sagau fanfic about the Imposter being a smartass. It's even more rare to hear about mind control! What was this, the Zombie Apocalypse?

I sigh again, sitting up from the grass I was laying down on. Like usual, my clothes were a mess. But there was not time to dwell on that. I get up from where I slept—under a big tree—and begin to walk cautiously through the area.

I need to find a way to enter Inazuma, to get to the Statue of Seven. Surprisingly, getting dendro was a whole lot faster than getting Electro. Mainly because Inazuma is an island.

While I could just use anemo to fly across the sea, there is only one issue: my anemo powers are much stronger if I stay in Mondstadt, and no where else.

Building a bridge made of geo to Inazuma? It'll probably die a quarter way there, honestly. And there's no way in the hell would dendro be of use in this situation—unless you count walking on kelp and seaweed to be an option (probably still unlikely though).

I sigh again, exhausted. This was going to be so difficult than I thought it would be.

If only I could just use waypoints like the Traveler!

As I continue to walk, I begin to wonder what real purpose there is for my existence here. Sure, I'm the creator and all, cool, amazing, but what am I suppose to do when literally everyone I ever care and love and simp for decides to throw me out the window, willing to rip my guts open because my Imposter called me the imposter?

At this rate, now knowing that the imposter is smart and can literally mind control people, I'm starting to lose hope. After all, how was I suppose to defeat a tyrant all by myself?

I sigh again, this time more frustrated. I kicked the dirt beneath my feet. So annoying—my hope leaving me, my courage turning into fear and leaving me begging for my life...

If only I could do something about it all...

Wait a minute.

The dream I had earlier. The village. Where was it? Where did it originate from? All the details I remember...the child, becoming a blacksmith, the child's wife...a birthday surprise, a banquet...

What did all of this add up to? There had to be a meaning behind it, just like all of the other ones I've been getting every time I get some shut eye.

I hide behind the nearest thing closest to me—a tree—as I hear footsteps. I continue to think. I closed my eyes, concentrating. Where was that village...

Oh. Oh, I am such an idiot. That village.

It was where Khaenri'ah used to stand, before Khaenri'ah even stood. I don't know how I know, but I do. I know where it is. I guess it's some sort of gut feeling.

Time to look through the Abyss, I guess..? But how do I even get there in the first place? And, more importantly, would the Abyss Order attack me on sight? (They probably will, I mean, who am I kidding? They probably loathe the Creator anyways for what they've become.)

Well, one way to find out, I guess. No hope left, but this was a lead onto something. And it's better to try than to give up, right? Besides, who else would if I didn't?

I wait for the rest of the footsteps to fade, before bolting to the location that I have engraved in my mind. I will not be dying today, nor ever. That much, I will bring with me.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.

Ghost Rebel Side Note: I don't think this one was as good as Part 1. To this, I apologize 😭 I am so sorry for making this a lower quality than the previous part! It honestly feels so rushed—I'm so sorry 😭 My motivation ran dry.

Will I make a Part 3 for this? Maybe, but it will take some time—motivation comes in sparks and it lights a fire before it disappears once it finds no more roots to burn :')

Also, since I'm at it...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR a) 4000+ LIKES AND b) 100 FOLLOWERS! Y'all are great, I swear 😭

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sanjisboyfie · 4 months

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It seems that sanji has a very complex/complicated and nuanced relationship with reader given your hcs. Like at first he treats reader like every other guy, then it develops into something more where he actually favors him more than the guys and girls, to full blown feelings, which THEN develops to the point where he becomes super possessive and jealous if reader gives others attention to where even he stops his womanizing habits😭 it’s a pretty intriguing development when you put it like that since falling for a guy is completely new territory for a man like sanji and I’m all for it!!

sososo late replying to this im so sorry but i have literally been thinking about this isnce youve sent it anon !!! because its either i imagine sanji falling for a guy to mimic this + original headcanon

it could either be, he's all in and he doesn't even know how he ended up like that. not to say that his mannerisms (really flirty) change overnight, but more like his mentality??? changes really fast. like before he even realizes he is emotionally invested in reader, he will most probably still be flirting w nami and robin, but internally being like "why am i flirting with them again..." and to him, it probably feels "right" - like a routine - to jus wake up and shower them with compliments, but overtime he starts thinking like why am i not complimenting him though because hes even more beautiful than they are...and before he realizes that he actually LIKES a man, he's already acting on it. like his heart and body know before his head doe. if that makes sense....I HOPE IT DOES.

SANJI IS A SUPER COMPLEX CHARACTER WHEN U PUT HIM IN MALE READER INSERTS AND THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS HE CAN REACT/ACT TO A MALE READER, but what the original headcanon + what you've added in (lovely anon tysm muah), and that ^ are my personal favorite ways of thinking about him <3 (which is very often)

#jaime is speaking #I LOVE U GUYS #U GUYS ARE SO AMAZING ANA DINTELELECTUAL #like wow wdym u smart individuals are following me #a silly stupid individual #its so funny a #love u all sm #ill probably play on this idea more in a future hc/oneshot because its so fun #sanji is a versatile man i can project all my ideas on #dont yell at me

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chalkrub · 1 year

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just here to say i found that drawing you made for someone else of the giraffe weevil and went like Oh that's just the best drawing of a bug ive seen in a while. and it is, looking at your blog is so fun bc i love your art style. definitely following, keep up the good work!

oh thank u sm anon i'm glad!! <:^) I like drawing bugs they're fun to stylise i think, i just always hope my style doesn't dumb down the ol insect charm too much

muah muah

#ask #anon #my art #RESISTING the urge to make an oc out of this giraffe weevil. I wasn't considering it until i made their eyes green #sometimes it's the simple things that just make a design for me....

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mostlymaudlin · 2 months

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hello!! do you have any other book recommendations?? i loveeeeeee aftg, started the carry on series because of you but have had to put that in hold because i currently can’t get behind the first person writing but yes i think you have great taste and need i more books muah hope you are well!!!!!

ANON! i cannot in good faith enable your avoidance of carry on because of the point of view! i understand that it's a transition if you don't read it often, but if you open your mind to first person writing there is a rich world of quality stories waiting for you! pov is like any other narrtive tool imo -- it's good when it's done well, it's bad when it's done poorly. first person gets a bad rap bc it is so prevalent in crappy fast-fiction books. those are shitty & shallow characters, and they're delivering thoughts to you in unnatural and uninteresting ways -- so of course you don't want to be in their heads.

BUT CARRY ON!!!! these characters have so much depth and complexity and struggles and hopes... the first person pov is used to drive home unique character voices and motivations in a series that has a whole lot going on. also, rainbow rowell is fucking hilarious, and there are so many parts of the novel that just wouldn't hit if the narration was done in third person. it's true on the reverse too: the back and forth of pov shift in a dramatic scene will make u ache with how much these characters misunderstand how loved they are. it's a fucking TRIUMPH of the first person. i too used to avoid it, but carry on made me let first person into my heart...

if you get past the first baz pov chapter and you still don't like it, then we can talk. but actually, quite a few of my fave books are first person!!

(also, thank u for trusting my taste! hahahah)

#sorry to launch into straight up propaganda LOL #i just think there's a lot of reasons ppl pass up carry on #first person. YA marketing. vague HP associations #but as a series it is just like. chefs fucking kiss. highly highly recommend it !!!!

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jungwondazed · 7 months

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HI!! sorry I'm a bit late but wow tension was so good!!! It had me doing the thing where u read a scene and then turn ur phone off to take a moment and repeat 😭 (I.e. the backstage dressing room scene)

It was such a satisfying read bc it was the kind of mannerisms and behavior I myself imagine seeing from jungwon in situations like that so it scratched an itch I've been dying to feel and the writing was impeccable as always

and ur jungwon horny thoughts goddd yes literally yes please like it's the way he's so disciplined and composed and just mentally strict on himself as a leader that those little moments where his desires get the best of him is so mind numbingly attractive and I just love the concept of him losing patience???? Idk bc sometimes on some guys it's an ick for me but with him.... pls do whatever u want to me 🙏🏻

and sorry for the long ask but this is the same jungwon + euijoo biased anon from earlier, I was hoping I could be your 🤍 anon :) !

hello my angel !! heheheheh the putting ur phone down to recollect urself is SO REAL.. the backstage scene was literally SOOO FDJSHF I WAS GIGGLING WRITING IT BC GODDDD

i'm so glad u thought my ver of jungwon replicated him well bc i definitely try to make their behavior and actions true to their character.

I LOVE how you put it that way like yes he is sooo disciplined and holds himself so well in any situation but when it comes to sexual desires it has to be his one area in his life where he's not as put together,, and that makes my brain go crazy.

thank you so much for taking ur time and responding, and enjoying my work. i'd love to have you as 🤍 ! i hope you're doing well, stay safe take care and keep hydrated muah

#jungwondazedasks #jungwondazed🤍anon

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starrbitez · 10 days

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hii :3 i really like your fic “like a dog”

will chapter 11 be out soon?? no rush!! i just love it sm 😭 i hope all is well with you!

RAAAHHH thank you so much anon !! I love hearing ppl’s support <3

It will definitely be out soon, I’ve been working on it here and there but with the end of the semester and finals and saying bye to friends, I’ve been super busy!! It will definitely be out by the end of the first week of may ?? I’m like 98% sure… its also really long so far so there’s that !! I think it is one of my best written chapters so far so im excited !!!! Thank u sm for reading MUAH MUAH

#rick and morty #rick n morty #fanfic #meow #thank u so much #im kicking my feet #this has also motivated me a little bit so i will try to grind it out fellas #I can’t believe ppl r excited for MY writing…#Ao3 authors dream

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lyrichi · 2 months

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hope this isn't weird, but do u want help with algebra? I'm decent at algebra and calc; it's stats and mechanics that are the devil to me. also plotting graphs but that's just because I have shaky hands lmao

I don't like most maths, but algebra slots nicely into my brain so it'd be no trouble or anything

😧

did not expect to be offered help for math but here we are

but yeah this isn't weird at all! Ty for offering its appreciated <33 I just like hate math like I hate my mother in law if yk what I mean 😘😘

FR THO TYSM FOR THE OFFER ILY SM ANON

muah muah kisses you on the mouth (with consent)

#i never thought I'd be responding to an anon omg #😧#yeah but fr fr tysm for the offer ilyyyy #struggling w stats and shit is so real #graphing too #omg #anon ask #muah

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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my dear Friend ♥️ sharing a thot yet again. so like this is when you and Rooster have one or two kids. one night, you were both home chilling but one of the littles got sick or something and it wasn’t that bad. Bradley tries to help as much as he can but he didn’t have much more to do bc you got the whole situation under control and he’s just in awe of how great u are as a parent for his kids and a partner so he rewards you in the best way he can that night when everyones asleep🐱🥵

-🤸‍♀️🕳

ps. muah always so happy seeing u on my dash hehehe hope u have the best week my dudes

my dear anon!!! 💖

oh absolutely!!! breeding kink go brrrrr for bradley!!!

it was always one of the things that got him going before you had kids, seeing you be so motherly. so when you finally have your own, there’s definitely an added layer of him just being in awe of how good a mother you are, but it still comes straight back round to him being hard as a rock.

during your first pregnancy he was constantly praising you all the time, but it didn’t stop there. he continues to praise you and definitely reward you all the time. even if you’re absolutely shattered, he tells you he doesn’t mind and he’ll eat you out until you’re feeling all dozy.

thank you so so much for this dear anon, and thank you so much for your sweet words bless you!! i hope you have an incredble week too!! mwah!! 💌💖🫶🏼💕

#💌you’ve got mail #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #rooster x y/n #rooster x you #🤸‍♂️🕳 anon

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webslingingslasher · 7 months

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Can i just say...*deep breath* you'remyfavoritepeterwriterandallifoisthinkaboutyourwritingandhowyouwritehim24/7

*clears throat*... AnywaysI hope you're remembering to eat and drink plenty of fluids. I would say get some sleep, but I imagine that's very difficult when you're carrying the entire frat!Peter Fandom on your back 😪. I would, however, like to advise you to get a solid three hours of sleep minimum. I hope you have a great dinner/lunch and an awesome day! (I feel like a kindergarten teacher)

Can i be this anon 🎧 🎸 ⭐️? (backups in case they're taken)

me rn: sufiuab;uiuiewi

thank you 🥹🥹 i am drinking water yes. it's like u know me... cause i do not be sleeping like 4-5 hours nightly. (unless weekends, i bulk my hours into one day ((idk how don't ask me)) and sleep for 14 hours straight)

anyways!!! love u *muah!*

#🎧 anon

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neuvistar · 8 months

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bestie life has just gotten worse

I started my period and my uterus is killing me it's literally so bad over here

Also I realised that apparently flu season is so bad here (I'm in Japan rn) that some schools in central Tokyo suspended their classes lol so uh yeah!

Oh also I lost my 50/50 to Keqing LMAO I'm so done like hoyoverse stop making me lose my 50/50s pls

BUT YEAH OTHERWISE I'M GLAD UR TAKING UR OWN TIME!! and honestly working at your own pace is such a slay please take care of yourself and drink more water muah

-- 🔪

HI BLADIE ANON! <3 (new nickname for u smooch)

oh naur.. i’m also on my period it’s okay anon we’ll get thru this suffering together! we got this!!

KEQING?? uhm. atleast she’s pretty!!!! hey i mean, the good thing is atleast you’re guaranteed for the next five star since u lost the 50/50! might as well get neuvillette or some other character u might want <3 ++ i’m glad i’m taking my time too LMFAO i keep dipping n dipping diiiipppinggg but i’ll be sure to answer asks n reblog things semi-continuously thru the week

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hi hi!! congrats on 1k i would like to participate in your event hehehe i would like to choose mikey from tokyo revengers, and for the numbers i choose #6, #10 and #5

i really hope this won’t be a bother and that u have a nice day/night muah xoxo 💋

a/n: ofc it's no bother! i'm happy you took part in this event, anon! btw, for the prompt i twitched it a bit so the plot be more fitting. i hope you don't mind! hope you enjoy this :D

/will edit when the suns up/

• manjiro sano/mikey ; partners in crime | childhood friends | slow burn | mutual pining(?) | crime and mystery

• "they meet at an accomplice’s house, who brought them back together, because they want to cash in a favor, they both still owe the accomplice."

• cliffhanger ending

warning: mentions of violence, domestic violence, abuse, car accident, death, guns, knife, firearms, crimes, drugs, and other illegal stuff

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"so..." your friend from work eyes a set of firearms laid across the dining table. "...this used to be your part-time job?"

you look at her for a brief moment while you push the magazine inside the grip. the clicking of the magazine startles her. you hum and nod casually as if your line of work was nothing out of the extraordinary.

"so this is the job experience you were referring to in your resume back when i was interviewing you for the job you applied for?" she asks and you nod again.

"h-how..." she stutters. "...w-what exactly do you do?!" concern shadows her face as she pinches her brows together.

"i can't disclose you all the details since it's confidential but i've done quite a lot." you place the loaded gun on the table and swiftly move on the next.

her imagination takes her to places as she wonders what you meant by 'a lot'. she knew you as a sweet and kind colleague in the office but never as someone like this. every individual has their secrets but to her, yours is somewhat extreme.

"don't overthink it." you glance up to shoot her smile before resuming back to assembling the weapons.

"i won't judge you, you know that, but how did you land on this job?" she asks. as you abruptly pause from scrubbing the metal frame of the gun you're holding, her anticipating eyes oggle at you.

"i'm an orphan, right? i told you that before." you begin and she is all ears.

you told her about the day your parents died in a car accident. with no relatives to look out for you, not over a week you were transferred to an orphanage. though it was a humble one, it swarms with abandoned children and from the outside you could hear their screams and wails. right then, you had a bad feeling about the place.

you find it hard to fit in. kids have their circles and many of them were bullies so you kept yourself tucked in one corner as you wait for the glow of sunset to the be over each passing day. you were all alone, living aimlessly.

until one day, a blonde youngster approached you. he didn't utter a single word instead he stared at you until you are cornered to speak. once he learns that you can communicate, he offered you an amiable handshake.

"is this the friend you were talking about before?" your friend shifts in her as she listens to you.

"yep."

"and then what happened?" she leans her chin on her palm.

tasks are given to children everyday and it turns out as the kids aged the more cruel the caretakers are to them. a child below seven is treated kindly as they are likely to be adopted by seeking parents and the older ones are left in the facility until they reach legal age. apparently, no one is interested in adopting a grown kid. which brought conflict to the institution; the population was growing whilst the budget remained at the same amount. the facility didn't want to like kids that are unadoptable to the eyes of the seeking parents.

toddlers and young kids are seen as profits whereas the others are simply a burden.

"and as my birthdays pass by, the caretakers began punishing, well, not only me but other kids in my age too. by that time, i was already friends with the blonde boy." you narrate.

"what's his name?"

you hesitate, swallowing thickly as you debate whether to tell her or not. nonetheless, you decided on the former.

"mikey. that's what everyone calls him. he was in the orphanage even before i was put there." your friend nods and you continue.

gradually, their blows become heavier and your frail frame couldn't take it anymore. mikey was outraged at the mistreatment you were receiving even though he, too, have a fair share of bruises.

by the age of 13, you both left the orphanage. you both figured that the world outside the gates of the abusive facility is far better. with nothing but courage and mikey on your side, you both snuck out to pursue life outside.

you lost count of the days you were homeless and hungry that you could feel your stomach devouring your insides. you took turns in looking for food, by any means, and the two of you always shared it.

until one night, a black luxurious car brakes at a spot where you and mikey spent your nights. it was a sight in a shabby town. the window rolls down in the passenger seat rolls just enough for you to see the lined cat-eyes of a woman.

"i can't tell you her name. it's... risky." you wet your lips before continuing, "in short, she was interested in mikey. i think she saw him steal a food or something and was interested in his physical abilities. mikey is a good fighter. it is also the reason why no one bullied him in the orphanage and when i became his friend no one dared to pick on me. i liked his company because it makes me feel safe. it's why i entrusted him with my life when we left the orphanage." you pull the chair across your friend to sit. "back to mikey and the woman. mikey held his ground when the woman proposed to take him, just him. she promised him a place to stay, food, clothes, and everything he needs in return of favors. yet, mikey declined the offer. he said he wouldn't leave without me. so, we were both 'hired'." your fingers draw quotations marks in the air.

"at the age of thirteen?! that's illegal!" your friend, a dedicated human resource personnel in the office, throws her hands in the air.

"at least we had roof over our heads and the woman kept her promise. they even sent us to school. mikey and i went to the same high school and graduated. although, he was terrible at math." you giggle. your words coming out to a whisper as you rekindle with your past. "they were my found families."

your friend sensed longingness threading in your voice, something she didn't expect. she thought that the people who hired you were as cruel as the caretakers in the orphanage or worse but with the way your lips tug into a small smile as you reminisce, she concludes.

"you miss them." it is easier to hear it from someone than say it yourself. hence, you didn't say anything; a smile could speak for it. she asks, "then, why did you leave?"

"it wasn't my choice. on my most recent mission with mikey, the higher ups miscalculated the number of targets. we were cornered and held prison for days. they did unspeakable things to us just to get information on our employers. i thought it was my end. until, an infamous man in our field stepped in. for reason unclear, he saved us." you cross your fingers together and look away, brows meeting.

"they had seen our faces and heard our voices. that alone could be a risk to our employers so they forced us to retire. they made us choose what type of compensation we want. i chose to study at a university so they founded my fees under a made-up name. while mikey, i think he asked for a check. after that, even mikey and i were compelled to part ways. he gave me a letter on the day we said our goodbyes."

"what did the letter say?" your friend asks.

"dunno, never opened it." you shrug and lean back on the back rest of your seat. you divert your gaze elsewhere but your friend as she has keen eyes for reading people's minds and you didn't want to unpack unnecessary emotions.

"oh, i know why!" she says in eureka and your heart begin to pound in nervousnes. "it's because you're are not ready to accept the fact that he's gone and opening the letter would only solidify it."

bullseye.

but you pretend to be unmoved.

"but i remember you told me before that you had a crush in high school. you were down bad for him for years. if mikey gave you the letter around the time you were infatuated, would the burden of him leaving be at least feel lighter? i am not saying he's easy to forget since your attention is with someone else but you would at least have someone other than mikey as your friend or acquaintance, right? so, why didn't you open the letter?"

you stalled for a second but eventually gave in. you push the the chair using the back of your legs as you stand. your hand quickly grabbing a magazine case to load bullets.

"the one i liked is him. mikey." you said in a hushed tone and somehow your friend catches on.

"OH MY GOD!" your friend screams, lids peeling as she stares at you stunned. "now, everything makes sense! oh god, we should look for him!"

"it's pointless."

"why?"

suddenly, your mood deplates as silence fills the air. the pause sends worry to your friend. she searches for your eyes but you kept them glued to a spot on the dining table.

"there's something you're not telling me." her words were careful. "you are not open about your personal life but all of sudden you invited me over and bombarded me with all these information about you. why are you telling me all this?"

a weak smile is all you could muster.

"i'm on my last mission."

"b-but i thought you retired?" she stuttered, breath caught up in her throat.

"from my employer, yes. but i owe person who saved me and mikey. he needed help and i couldn't say no." you place the gun back to it's place.

"that's why you applied for a leave." your friend gets lost in her thoughts until she speaks again. "when are you coming back? how about mikey? you did things together, right?"

"i don't know. as for this mission, i'm going alone. the man that saved us told me he couldn't get a hold of where mikey is." you fold your knees to sit. your hands reach for your friend's as you coddle it with yours. "when i had mikey with me it made me feel contented knowing that between us he will most likely live longer as he is more capable of defending himself without a weapon. i was happy with idea of living through his memories, that at least someone knew me and the life i lived. but now that he's gone, my fear is not of death but of being forgotten. i want you to remember me even if i don't return. i'm sorry if i kept my identity hidden from you."

the conversation ends with tears welling in your eyes.

on the day you were called to mission, you head to the location sent by the man. it is an old abandoned lot. reeks of oil and rubber lets you know that the area used to be an automobile repair shop. the sun streaks from the high windows down to the dusty ground. it is the only thing that illuminates the room.

you walk inside with caution. your fingers wrapped around the grip of the gun ready to whip it up in case you've fallen to a trap. and as you discreetly take each step, a voice from a familiar man echoes from a distance.

"you're here! come on in!" it resonates from a small doorless frame at the end of the one floor building.

soon as you step in, a click of a safety pin from a gun not yours is heard. by instinct, you pull your pistol out from the pocket of your jacket to point it at the direction where the clicking sound came from.

"it's that how you say hello to an old friend?" the man from earlier says. he sits behind a table your on your right. you're not pointing your gun at him but to someone else.

you shift your eyes back to the person you held at a gun point. slowly, you vision adjusts to the dimmed lighting of the room. you see him doing the same, weapon pointed towards you but as you further tilt your head to side to leer at their face. a loud gasp is heard.

"(y/n)."

you're dumbfounded. overwhelmed with emotions as you trembled. the gun succumbs to the ground.

that voice. it couldn't be-

"mikey?"

me to myself: this is not a one shot. this is not a one shot. this is not a one shot. shhh

ugh, the urge to write more!! holy shit this is fun to write.

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