#I am trash for him and Cap!
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Puppy loves shredding paper and cardboard. This is bad because puppy will acquire his own paper and cardboard, from places we do not want him to (the trash, the bathroom, things we are using, etc.). However, tearing up cardboard is not by itself a harmful thing - he doesn’t seem to ingest it, just to shred it and leave it. So it might be good for me to give him some cardboard and let him shred it, to get his destructive energy out. But I am unsure how to give him cardboard without him thinking that all cardboard is okay to consume. How do I mark the difference between things I give him (okay) and things he gets for himself (not okay)? Until I can answer that, I should probably not give him any cardboard, just so that he gets it in his head that cardboard generally is off-limits.
#m.txt#he also is absolutely incorrigible#I have yelled at him five times for going into the recycling three times for going into the trash#and three times for getting into various things in the pantry#at one point he pulled down an entire unopened bottle of canola oil and started dragging it around#by the bottle cap. which was very cute since it’s like a third of his size.#he is within my line of sight for all of these btw like he knows I am watching him but he does not care#dogs
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it’s been…a while since you and satoru have gone on an assignment together.
having two young children at home made it difficult to take off on short notice and be away for days at a time. they needed stability and routine, so the two of you had decided that one person would stay home while the other was working.
for a while, that’d worked fine. but now that megumi and tsumiki were older, self-sufficient teens who loved nothing more than being left alone, satoru had seen this as an opportunity.
you’d still been a little hesitant, but it was a simple surveillance mission. easy, right?
“water. you need to stay hydrated.” you instruct when he gets back into the car. he takes the water bottle you’re holding out, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig.
“gakuganji isn’t even home yet,” he reports with a sigh. you hum, distracted as you check your phone. gojo reaches across your knees to pull open the glovebox, rifling through colourful snack wrappers.
“tsumiki hasn’t texted me back,” you mutter. “should i ask nanami to check in on them?”
“nah, i’m sure they’re just super busy trashing the apartment and racking up charges on the emergency credit card. ah– found it!” he pulls out a black silk sleep mask, slipping it on so it rests on his forehead.
“really?” you ask, unimpressed as he holds a second one out to you. “you’re taking a nap?”
“yeah, it’ll be easier to sneak around when it’s dark, why stay awake till then?”
“is that a good idea?” you ask, though you know there’s really no point in trying to argue with his logic.
“your fault for keeping me awake all night. late night laundry folding is no joke.”
“if you’d put it in the dryer when i’d asked—”
“can’t hear you,” he sing-songs, pulling the mask over his eyes. “you can take a nap too, you know. that old fart couldn’t get past us even while asleep.”
“i’ll pass on the nap. need to wait for tsumiki to text.”
he grumbles something incoherent that you’re sure is meant to be argumentative as he reclines his seat a little and lays back, getting comfortable and quiet.
…for about 45 seconds.
you watch out of the corner of your eye as he pulls the mask up a half inch, just enough for his right eye to observe you.
“what do you want now?” you ask.
then, with casualty akin to asking what you want for lunch, he clears his throat and asks, “do you want to have sex?”
“do i want to have what?” you ask, turning to stare at him incredulously, but your face is hot and for a split second, you’d considered agreeing.
“sex,” he repeats, patting his lap with a shit-eating grin. “we’re going to be here for a while, anyways. these seats recline way back—”
“i am not having sex in this car with you, satoru!”
he groans over-dramatically (as he tends to do). “will you at least cuddle with me then? i’m desperate and touch-starved and hopelessly in love with you!”
you make a note to figure out what cheesy rom com he stole that line from, but lean across the console to trail kisses up his shoulder, his neck. satoru does nothing to protect himself from your overly affectionate onslaught, he’s quick to catch your jaw, pulling you in for a proper kiss.
“wait. no, no, no!” he protests when you pull back, eyes suddenly trained on the house you’re meant to be watching. “you can’t just leave me high and dry—”
“he’s home!” you whisper, pressing a hand over his mouth (though he continues with muffled complaints). “pull the car a little further back before we get out.”
you’ve already summoned your shikigami as satoru maneuvers the car into the dense forestry, about to send them off when your phone vibrates in your lap.
“oh! megumi texted me,” you inform him. “he said…‘already made dinner. tsumiki is out on a date—’”
the car grinds to a halt and abruptly turns, the momentum causing your to slam into the side of the car as it peels out onto the dirt road. you curse loudly as your fiancé, devoid of all his playfulness from earlier, speeds through the forest.
“what the— satoru!”
#principal yaga sighs when the mission report status reads incomplete due to ‘fatherly duties’#keeping up with the fushigojos#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fluff
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𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝟕𝐤 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Daddy/sweetheart (toji’s and kento’s), heavy praise/taunting/teasing/encouragement/comfort, cock warming, double penetration, cream pie, making out, rubbing your clit, fondling your breasts, light pain kink for sukuna, true form!double dick!sukuna who won't admit he is jealous, biting, satosugu x reader
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: cock warming w Nanami kento 🥵
𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨
Gently massage your neck, softly rubbing your clit. “I am sorry your day was unpleasant.” His cock twitches inside of you, he’s so deep. His cockhead gently rubbing touching cervix when you shift yourhips. It’s a perfect fit.
Clenching him, savoring that thick vein you can feel occasionally pulsing. “Being here with you is making it all better. Missed you so much daddy.” Looking up, he glides his hand down your back. Leaning down passionately kissing.
Parting your lips, Kento slips his tongue into your mouth. You adore his deep groans and the soft intimacy of cockwarming. Fondling his balls, he rubs your clit faster. Gliding your other hand into Kento’s short soft blond hair.
The way he kisses you is always so passionate and sweet, getting hungrier with each second. Whining, rocking your hips, getting off on rubbing Kento’s cock inside you. Adding more pressure to your clit, your thighs tremble.
He breaks the kiss, gentle reassuring you, “I missed you more sweetie. I’m going to spoil you for doing so well today, then cool you some dinner. Run us a hot bath, I'll make sure you're happy and relaxed for some good sleep tonight.” Slowly sliding his hand up your side, admiring your gorgeous body.
His gentle hands warm and comforting. Carefully massaging your neck with a thoughtful firmness. Soothing the ache working out the tender knots. “Mmm sweetheart you are so close aren't you? I can feel it, you feel so soft, hot, wet, getting tighter around me.” Kissing your forehead.
“Let go, relax and let Daddy take care of you. You deserve it especially, a hard day being beautiful, smart and wonderful.” Clenching Kento, warm thick cum trickling down his balls. Kento steadily rubs your clit, helping you through your peak.
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢
Clinging to Toji, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. His hard cock buried in your cunt. Lying your head on his broad shoulders breathing in Toji’s musky scent.
Gently he rubs your back, “Today was that rough huh? Proud of ya for stickin’ through, tomorrow gonna be better. It’s gonna be all about ya getting spoiled.” squeezing your hip. Carrying you into the kitchen.
Nudging the door open with his foot. The cool air of the fridge gently brushes up against your back. “I’m glad your home daddy, it really did seem like everything that could go wrong went wrong! And now all I really need is to be held.” Squeezing your cheek, effortlessly supporting you with one hand.
Toji grabs a beer out of the fridge. “I'm not letting ya go sweetheart. Can ya take the cap off.” Walking over to the trash, for you to drop the lid into, after twisting it off. He kisses your forehead, “That’s my good girl.”
Resting your head on his shoulder, clenching his throbbing cock. Closing your eyes, sliding your hand into his dark hair. Relaxing in his comforting, safe embrace.
“Where do ya wanna smoke, bedroom, living room? Daddy is gonna get you high ‘n feeling good before fucking every worry outta ya pretty lil’ head.” Kissing his neck, where your lips are tattooed, with your name beneath it.
“Bedroom.” Turning down the hallway, towards the bedroom a few steps away. Kissing Tojj’s cheek, smiling when he flushes a pale pink. “We have our toys in there in case you want to get a bit nastier.” Trailing kisses along his jaw, pausing when he takes a quick sip.
Toni croons, “You really missed me huh, kissing up on me like this. Ya haven't let me go since the second I stepped through the door. Flicking on the lamp by the bedroom door, taking your previous spot on the bed. Lifting your hips he glides you back down, effortlessly stifling your wiggles.
“You’re what I needed after a difficult job. Feeling your soft warm squishy body and hot tight. This cold beer, n’ a fat blunt you have waiting for me. ‘S making my night better.”
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 & 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮
“I don't want y'all to pull out, your cum is warm inside me and if you move it will come out.” Tracing the dark lines of ink on Suguru’s thick pec. Satoru trails the tips of his fingers along your side, over the curve of your hip, tracing hearts on your thigh propped up on Suguru’s hip.
Their cocks softening, pressed together tightly by your sensitive, sore cunt. You can feel your heartbeat in your sore clit. “We can cuddle n’ cock warm as long as you’d like, sweetheart.” Suguru kisses your forehead, sliding his hand up thigh. Grabbing Satoru’s hand, slipping his thick fingers through his.
Holding onto each other, trapping you in between stuffed with their cum. Reaching back, squeezing Satoru’s ass. Red with Suguru’s handprints and your bites. Hearing Satoru whine, you glance up. Biting your lip watching them kiss, shifting your hips.
Rocking your aching, wet cunt on their half hard cocks. Kissing Suguru’s thick hard pecs, unable to reach Satoru behind you. You grab a handful of his soft hair, tugging gently. Grabbing Suguru thick muscular arm draping across your’s.
They break apart, Satoru croons, “Aw so needy, after whining you couldn't cum anymore!” Looking up at him, he leans down for a gentle kiss. Causing him to shift his hips, gliding his cock along Suguru’s in your hot, soaking wet cunt.
Moaning into the kiss, Suguru cups your breast, rubbing your nipple with a wet thumb. You can feel each swipe as a tingle in your clit. “Let’s cockwarm with our Princess till she becomes a little crybaby.” Suguru roughly kisses you the second Satoru pulls away.
𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
Pinning you to the bed, looming over your both holes sloppy wet and stuffed with Sukuna’s thick tattooed cocks. “Fuck me, move your cocks! I wanna cum!” His thick tongue from his stomach’s mouth flicks your sensitive, puffy clit.
“But you’re about to cum? I didn't even need to move, I can stay still feeling your beautiful hot wet cunt spasm around me like she’s pulsing.” Fondling your breasts, one of his hand’s mouth sinking in its teeth. Flicking its tongue faster than the other one.
Whimpering, whining from the sweet pain of getting toyed with by a massive muscular monster. You’re so helpless in the four arms of a two cocked monster bent on refusing to let you do more than cum on and warm his thick cocks.
He gently rolls his hips, slowly dragging his cocks just barely. Pleading, “Don’t stop! I won't go on another date! I didn't think you’d get jealous. Or that we were anything more.” He doesn't budge. You shift your hips trying to take more than half his cocks buried in your sensitive, hot cunt and tight, soaking wet ass. Sukuna presses on your stomach, pinning you to the bed.
Slowly gliding his cock in. “I’m not jealous, don't like others touching what’s mine, every part of you belong to me.” Pulling away his stomach’s tongue, the mouth stretching into a cocky smirk on his hard abs.
“Your stomach is bulging. I'm so deep in your pretty lil human cunt. It looks so beautiful taking my monster cocks.” Roughly massaging your breasts, your vision blurs. Biting your other breast, licking the bite marks on the other.
Sukuna croons, “Aw that's pathetic you’re gonna cry from not getting fucked? You need me to move that badly sweetheart. Does getting fucked by me feel that good you’re gonna cry n’ beg for it?”
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#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x you#nanami x reader#nanami kento#kento nanami#nanami smut#geto smut#geto x reader#geto suguru#suguru geto#gojo smut#gojo x reader#toji smut#toji x reader#fushiguro toji#toji fushiguro#nanami kento x reader#geto suguru x reader#toji fushiguro smut#satoru gojo x reader
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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 5
[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.6][Pt.7]
“So you’re that dead kid everyone’s talking about.”
Danny smacked a trash bag into the purple clad vigilante. “You can pick up the glass.”
“Wait, I’m just here to-”
“Bother me when I’m working? At least the litterer brings me cash. You can help clean or you can leave. Plastics go over there.”
Danny pointed at a pile of plastics, ignoring Spoiler’s bemused look. Hard to tell, really, considering her mask.
“I’ll help clean if you answer some questions!” Spoiler chirped, already moving to pick out the glass in the general trash pile Danny’s managed to gather. He nodded.
“Alright. At least you’re helping. The other one just bothers me and leaves his stuff on the beach.”
Spoiler snorted. “I’m Spoiler. Is the litterer Batman?”
“Sure. I don’t really care what his name is,” which was a complete lie, Danny was a fan. It’s just that messing with Batman (especially after he couldn’t clean up after himself, honestly!) overrode his fan behavior. “But if I catch him leaving shit in the waters again…”
Danny frowned, eyes glowing. He could feel- even with his partial tangibility, the muck of Gotham's waters seeping into his boots. It was not giving 'Live, Laugh, Love' to Danny, and he needed it gone.
“Whatever. They dropped a lot of guns down here. You can deal with those too, yeah?”
“I'm pretty sure that's evidence?!”
“If you could call it that.” Danny plucked away the Styrofoam and the hazardous (more than regular, anyways) materials away from the trash pile so Spoiler could dig through with her gloves without contracting sixteen different sorts of illnesses.
“So, what brings you to Gotham?”
Danny pointed at the water. “Came for school. Stayed because you losers polluted the water with dead bodies and gross chemicals.”
“You go to school?”
“Hey, that’s discriminatory.”
“Oops! No, sorry! I meant-”
Danny waved her off, irritably separating a bottle cap from the crushed bottle. Seriously, what’s the point of putting the cap back on if you were going to throw it in the bay anyways?
“It’s fine. How else am I supposed to learn about the advancements made in the scientific industry otherwise?”
Even if Danny wasn’t too sure that science could sure stupidity, but a halfa could dream, right?
"So... do you just... listen in on lectures?"
Danny stared at her. "What else would I do in a class??"
"Oh. I just thought since you're dead and all, you'd do something more... fun?"
"I mean, I could terrorize the local villains for kicks, if that's what you meant."
Spoiler brightened. "Actually, yeah! That would be helpful! If Mr. Freeze keeps bringing the cold during my latte Thursdays, I'm gonna snap and wring his cold little chicken neck."
Danny snorted. "Alright. I will keep an eye out for this Mr. Freeze." Danny paused. "Hey, tell your friend to come down and help us."
"What- oh. Black Bat!" Stephanie waved her partner down. Black Bat gracefully slipped down towards the bay, casually knocking out two goons gunning for Spoiler.
'Careful,' Black Bat signed.
"Thanks!" Spoiler bounced on the heels of her feet. She swept an arm out. "Wanna help?"
Black Bat tilted her head and, after placing Danny under quick but thorough scrutiny, nodded.
'You can get the salvageable stuff. Anything you can't lift, leave to me.' Danny signed clumsily, placing emphasis on can't.
"You know sign language?"
"I'm not too good at it, I just learned this version."
He knew ghost-sign first, after all.
"Chop, chop. I don't have all night."
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Danny learned that Black Bat had the skill to knock cans into their designated piles if he threw them in the air so she could kick at them.
"You two can come back anytime."
Spoiler whooped while Black Bat leaned back, smug.
"Wait, tell the litterer he owes me $200. He was short last time."
"...Are you telling me Batman owes you money?"
"Yeah. He might be in financial straights, so I gave him some lee-way."
Black Bat and Spoiler looked at each other.
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"Hey, so guess what I learned about sea boy!"
Bruce's head swiveled to her with startling intensity. The rest of the clan tuned in.
"He knows sign language! Maybe he even knows ancient sign language! And goes to school, but since he's like, dead, he could only listen to the lectures."
"Bruce, Bruce, do not start a ghost-education plan. Stop. We don't even know if he even-" Dick tackled Bruce, who was already writing a petition as Bruce Wayne to give partial credit to students that diligently goes to class.
"Oh, yeah!" Stephanie shouted over the unraveling chaos. "He promised to fuck with our Rogues for a bit so we can get a break! And we also got a bunch of guns!"
"Where? Gimme!" Jason demanded.
"Do not give Todd more firearms!" Damian cut in.
"Also!" Stephanie grinned as Cass shook with laughter. "Batman's a debtor! He owes Phantom $200!"
"Ain't no fucking way." Tim cackled. "Hear that Bruce? That's karma! For not defending me when he called me broke!"
#batman#danny phantom#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#bruce wayne#bruce has already adopted this kid#just not with paperwork#but that's a trivial matter for BatDad#he's also going to adopt both tucker and sam#dcxdp#sea cryptic! danny au
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You getting on alpha Jungwon nerves, making him trigger his rut and bend you over every surface of your house
broooooo😮💨😮💨😮💨 I can imagine just being a complete brat and annoying the absolute shit outta won to his breaking point 😵💫
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Acting like a brat to your boyfriend to purposely annoy him wasn’t anything new to your relationship.
Pushing his buttons was in your nature and your favorite pastime. Seeing the way he would scrunch his nose and furrow his brows at you got you going every single time, only furthering your need to piss him off to see that annoyed look turn into a stern one. Jaw locked and fists clenching at his sides as he eyes you with a look of warning. You knew what your punishments would be if you kept pushing him anymore, but your brat behavior would always continue until his hands were on your body and you were bent over whatever surface was near you at that moment as he pounded into your cunt, “Going to fuck that pretty little brat behavior outta ya baby girl.”
And tonight wasn’t any different than normal. Except for the fact Jungwon already came home pissed off to all hell, yelling into his phone on call with one of his best friends about the bullshit that happened at work earlier.
It was the perfect time to press his buttons. You were feeling needy all day and wanted to get railed as soon as he got home and with the fact Jungwon was already mad, it would make your job easier.
Jungwon stood in the kitchen, slamming the cabinet doors closed, aggressively opening the fridge to grab a water bottle and then kicking it closed, chuckling over whatever it was his friend said over the phone before sitting down at the table and opening the bottle, tossing the cap into the trash can.
You pressed your body against the wall by the table, folding your hands behind you as you stared down at him, waiting for your moment to strike.
Jungwon took a few sips of the water, glancing up to finally notice you against the wall, his face brows furrowing and shaking his head and muting himself on the call, “I see those gears turning YN, don’t you fucking dare.”
You held your hands up in defense, trying to plead your innocence. But Jungwon wasn’t stupid, he’s been dating you for years. He knows your games and how you play them. He loves you dearly, but today WASN’T a day to fuck with him.
Did you care? Absolutely not. You did respect his warning for the time being while he was on the call, but once he removed the phone from his ear and ended the call you slipped into the chair beside him, pulling it as close as you could to him, getting all in his personal space.
Jungwon ignored you at first, dropping his head into his hands and rolling his eyes, clenching his jaw to keep from snapping.
You poked his cheek, pulled at his ear, tugged on his shirt, and even blew on his face yet got no reaction. Meaning you just had to try harder.
You repeated the same actions, except now teasing him with words, “Awe, poor Wonnie, had a shitty day at work? That fucking sucks, just get over it.”
Jungwon clenched his jaw tighter, “I love her I love her I love her I love her,” he kept repeating in his head, using it as a reminder that you were just being bratty like normal. He just needed to ignore it until you gave up.
“Just stop being a baby, Won. Grow up.”
Well, now he couldn’t ignore it.
He whipped his head up so fast, yelling, “Can you just shut the fuck up, YN? Jesus Christ I am NOT in the fucking mood to deal with you right now,” he gave you one last warning look, staring you down.
But now you were pissed. Jungwon has never yelled at you like that before, yes he’s yelled when you’ve pushed his buttons too far before fucking your brains out, but it was never like this.
You matched his glare, deciding it wasn’t worth it right now, that you would just come back and try again later after whatever pissed in his lunch earlier that got him so mad was gone.
You stood, snapping out a “What the fuck ever Jungwon.”
And now Jungwon is done.
Right when your back was turned to him, he jumped from the chair, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you back, slamming your back to his chest before whipping you around and bending you over the kitchen table. The water bottle was now tipped over, the liquid spilling on the table and dripping down to the floor.
You released a gasped moan, feeling his hard length against your ass, him pressing his crotch hard onto you.
“Jungwon?” he chuckled, his voice dropping an octave, “What happened to Won? Or Wonnie or even babe?”
Hearing you call him by his full name sent him over the edge. You never call him Jungwon. And hearing that name fall from your lips was his last straw with you.
But you didn’t care, you were finally getting what you wanted. You slipped your lip between your teeth, backing your ass even harder onto his cock, rocking your hips slowly.
Jungwon held your hips tightly, forcing you to stop moving, “Ahh now that you’re getting what you want after being such a fucking brat you think I’ll just give it to you?”
You nodded, trying to move again, but he gripped you tighter, not letting you move.
“You’ll get this dick when I say you can,” he growls, looping his fingers into your shorts and dropping them down to your ankles, “Understand?”
You nod again, the cool air of the apartment tingling your throbbing heat from the pool of your slick that soaked your panties, sending chills up your back.
Jungwon squeezed your ass cheeks, pulling them apart and hissing at how your panties pressed against your pussy, your panties being so wet he could see your fuck hole perfectly clear through the white fabric.
“Does pissing me off turn you on, baby?” he slowly slides your panties down, gently tracing his nails against your skin, watching the goosebumps rise on your skin as he drops your panties with your shorts, “So fucking horny just from pressing my nerves.”
You gasp when you feel his cold fingers cup your folds, his index and ring fingers slowly spreading your lips, the pad of his middle finger slowly rubbing circles on your clit.
“Wonnie, please,” you begged, your cunt clenching around nothing, rolling your hips forward in a chance of getting his fingers to move right where you needed them the most, but he held his grip firm.
“Oh, I am back to being Wonnie?” he cooed, sliding his middle finger down to your hole, tracing the outline of it, teasing you more, “Think it’s kinda too late to be obedient, ain’t it?”
Your body tensed as his finger continued to tease you, shivering spreading across your body and knees buckling.
“Please, Wonnie,” you begged again, tears threatening to form.
“Awe,” he cooed again, “Fixing to cry? Stop being a baby, grow up,” he threw your words back at you, and oh god did it turn you on more, you cunt getting more wet, your slick now sliding down his hand.
“Fuckkkk,” Jungwon groaned, seeing how your juices pooled into his palm, his free hand unbuttoning his pants, pushing his boxers down with his pants, his hard, red, and angry cock being set free.
Using his other fingers to scoop your wet from his palm and sent it over to his cock, sliding his hand from his tip and down the shaft, “So fucking wet for me I can use your wet to cover my cock without even so much sliding into you.”
You backed your ass into him again, once again begging, “Wonnie, do something please.”
He smirked, sliding his middle finger into your soaking cunt. You moaned out with a smile on your face, finally feeling part of what you were craving.
Jungwon fingered your pussy in the same motion of him fucking into his fist, small moans and gasping leaving both your lips. Your moans grow louder when he slips another finger inside you, pumping them in and out faster.
“That's it, baby,” he gasps, “Being a good girl now that you’ve gotten what you wanted, you still don’t deserve this cock though.”
You whimpered, the craving for his cock inside you growing more and more, “Please Wonnie, need you inside. I’ll be good, I promise.”
He chuckled, pushing his fingers in faster, “No you won’t.”
You smirked, lifting your head to look at him, clenching your cunt around his fingers at his fucked out face. His pupils are blown out, his mouth gaped open as his hand pumps himself and his eyes stare back at you.
You bit your lip, keeping that eye contact with him as you now rocked your hips in sync with his fingers.
The corners of his mouth curled, “Looking at me like that still won’t get you what you want, you’ll get this cock when I say so.”
But you plead with him anyways, going back to being a brat, “Oh, come on Wonnie,” you bat your eyes at him, “You know you want to fuck this tight, wet cunt. Want to feel me wrapped around you.”
He snarled at you, fingers now curling inside you, hitting at all the right spots, “Talking like that won’t get this dick inside you faster, princess.”
You dropped your head back to the table, unable to keep it lifted as the knot in your stomach tightened, nearing the edge of your orgasm, you clenched tighter to his fingers.
Jungwon quickly slid his fingers out, denying you the pleasure of the feeling of orgasm. Jungwon was also getting closer to his climax. And if he was going to cum it was going to be in that sopping wet cunt of yours.
Before you could protest the missing of his fingers, his tip pushed into you, shutting you up real quick. Jungwon loved how fucking wet you were to allow him to slide in with such ease, his hips connecting to the fat of your ass, completely bottomed out.
Your knees buckled as he slowly pulled out and then quickly pushed back in, fucking you hard against the table. He leaned over, laying on top of you, stretching his arms out above your head, pressing his palms hard against the wood to use as leverage to fuck into you harder, to help push him further into you, wanting to break any barrier that stopped him from actually prodding into your cervix.
“Fuck, Wonnie,” you moaned, “F-feels so good.”
“Yeah?” he bites the shell of your ear hard, a yelp gasping your mouth that sends your cunt clenching around him.
He released your ear, one hand coming to your head and turning it to face him more, his lips attaching to your mouth. Tongue pushing past your lips and down your throat, moaning into your mouth and you moaning into his.
He finally pulled away to get a gasp of air, a string of spit connecting between your tongues before it broke and slapped onto each other's chins.
You clenched tighter around him at the feeling of his dick twitching, his thrust now becoming sloppy, but never wavering.
“Fuck, gonna cum soon,” he hisses, his hands now snaking underneath you, hands cupping your clothed tits as he lifts up, bringing you with him, spreading your legs further apart with his knees and fucking into you faster again, wanting to feel you cum around him as he releases inside you.
With your orgasm fast approaching, you dropped your jaw, letting out loud wet moans.
“Yeah, baby, keep those moans loud, let the neighbors hear how much of a fucking slut you are for me, for my cock.”
“Wonnieee,”
“Keep screaming my name, baby,”
You let out another moan, your climax hitting its peak, your body going limp against your boyfriend as he fucked you through the high.
He squeezed your tits tightly as he reached his own high, his hot white cum painting the walls of your cunt until it was leaking from your hole and slipping down your leg.
Jungwon kissed your neck, his hot breath sending chills down your spine.
He pulled out of you, turning you around, picking you up by your thighs, and dropping you onto the table, his fingers gripping your chin and pulling your face closer to his.
“Want to keep acting like a fucking brat? Want to keep pissing me off?” he whispered in a look of warning, his face clearly showing he was still very mad.
You smirked at him, “You’re still being a baby over whatever happened at work, dontcha think it’s actually time to get over it?”
Jungwon clicked his tongue, smiling back at you. He only fucked out half of the anger he felt, still plenty more to rage out.
He slid his fingers to the hem of your shirt, sliding it off your body and biting his lip at your now naked body as he took his shirt off and dropped it to the floor next to the rest of your clothes.
He pushed you down aggressively against the table, his cock more red and angry than before, “Guess you still haven’t fucking learned to not fuck with me when I’m pissed.”
You and him both knew you’d never learn.
#yeonzzzn asks#wonnie#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen hard hours#enhypen#jungwon smut#yang jungwon#jungwon#jungwon x reader#reader x jungwon#enhypen x reader#reader x enhypen#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen smut#enhypen fanfic#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#yeonzzzn writing
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Bits from the trailer I found notable
1: Pomni in a normal office (I am 99% sure this is from her being confronted with a trauma)
2: Caine being eerily still/vacant. this feels like it's gonna be a part of the pilot when Pomni truly grasps how horrifyingly detached/clueless Caine is. and she just stares at him while something awful is happening.
3: Ragatha gets yoinked (in this short clip it looked like she was talking, possibly trying to reason with whoever grabbed her? but the grabber kinda looks like a black cloth substance, which none of our pre-established characters really have.
4: these little goobers, they pop up twice in the trailer, I wonder what they are. Ragatha said that if you reach your breaking point something "really terrible" can happen, if that happens do you turn into a goober?
5: The outside of the DC! I was wondering if there was an outside or if if the DC was solely indoors.
6: weird white-grey cube room (with a dash of Caine being terrifying)
7: silly Jax face hehe
8: why is there a trash can, why does it have 2 shower caps(?) in it? also bonus goober
9: Pomni's hand glitches out for a sec (i couldn't screenshot the frame even on 0.25x playback speed, so you'll have to deal with the youtube overlay)
10: Pomni does the insane anime face
non-screenshottable note: We didn't hear Gangle, Kinger, or Bubble in the trailer
#tadc#the amazing digital circus#caine#kinger#bubble#gangle#jax#zooble#ragatha#pomni#trailer#analysis
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night skincare routine
content: fluff, husband!gojo, he's a thief little mf, minor kissing, umm so i had this thought where gojo's typa boy who eat straight lip moisturizer/flavored serum lmaoaoao
if there's one thing that couples do love the most, especially when you are married to a man like gojo satoru, is that a night skincare routine is a must.
you know, after a long day, you and satoru would be situated in your shared bedroom with lots of trusted brands in your hands. satoru especially loves it when you help him with his skincare.
just you spreading some night cream on his already smooth skin. oh he just loved the way how gentle your fingers were when you slightly massage his face. and his head resting on your lap while you apply some product on his face? hell, satoru could immediately fall asleep like a baby.
your fingers always work like magic, he is obsessed with that.
anyway, it was peaceful, you know, both of you are doing your night skincare routine when…
"satoru, we ran out of chapsticks." while scrambling through the neatly organized drawer, obviously done by you, you called out for your husband who's laying on your shared bed with his favorite facemask on his face.
satoru looks up to you while his hand is occupied with his phone. you took a moment of pause to admire your loving husband. his hair is being pushed back with some cute headband that you two came across while shopping for some stuff.
"oh yeah, i forgot to buy earlier." satoru scratches his chin while smiling sheepishly. "how about the lip serum? you still have those, right?" he asked.
you let out a hesitant chuckle. "now we're talking, the thing is…i think it's missing."
"missing? sweetheart, did you perhaps bring it to your work?" your husband get up as he approached you towards the dressing table where you're currently seated.
satoru took his time and gently removed the facemask on his face since it has been sitting there for a while, also giving his face a little massage to get the extract of the mask sink into his skin before disposing the mask into the trash can.
"i did. but i swear, i put it back in my pouch before going home and now, it's gone!" meanwhile, you fumbled as you looked through your pouch again, and yup, it was indeed missing.
"now that you don't have any lip care products…" your tone drops its enthusiasm. lip products are your best friends, it is one of your favorite things that you would bring inside your casket.
your husband knew how much you love that product, so he volunteered to let you borrow his. "here, you can use my chapstick."
but as you opened the cap, the chapstick was empty. "oops…i think i already used the last portion a while ago." satoru awkwardly trailed off.
"but worry not, darling! i am always willing to share anything with you." he smiled, giving you that kind of smile you already knew so well.
he was planning something. "satoru, don't tell me you—"
satoru grabbed your waist to inch you closer to him. "yes, we're doing the traditional way of moisturizing the lips." his lips pressed against yours, already deepening it into his skilled french kiss that always makes you feel weak.
his lips keep on brushing on your own, imitating the way you apply the lip products on your lips. but seriously, his actions implies more kissing than the actual sharing of chapsticks.
the way his tongue would explore every known piece of your lips is insane. satoru memorizes your taste, inches, and sweet spots by heart. that is his weapon for you.
as his hand crawls on the back of your head, tugging it and pulling it even further to the kiss. satoru also playfully bites your lower lip, sending electric shocks to your body as you surpass a moan.
your husband continues to take the lead by nibbling on your lips. he let out a small whimper when you finally decided to also tug his hair, a thing you absolutely love whenever you do it during a make out session.
he's satoru gojo, your loving husband, and he also has an undying obsession with you.
"there, both of us have lip moisturizer now." satoru playfully licked his lips. finding the taste of strawberry chapstick even better when your lips itself was involved.
you, a blushing mess, pushed him away weakly as you are still trying to recover from the intense kiss. your lips were indeed more smooth than a while ago, it's so plumpy and a little bit bruised.
"oh shut up. you just did that to make out. with me." you halfheartedly glared at your cheeky husband.
"you're half correct about that. i indeed intend to make out with you, but i also want to share my chapstick with you." he playfully winked before wrapping his arms around your body.
"can i have one more kiss?" satoru inched his lips towards yours.
you just gave him a peck, saying it's enough for the moment since you're still not done in your routine and it made satoru pout. he decided to retreat for now since he got a steamy make out for a splendid minute.
"after work tomorrow, let's go to the mall together. we need to buy some supplies, skincare supplies." you reminded him, still your cheeks are flushed.
"and also, i am going to purchase more than we usually do on lip products." you added. actually, you're still upset yet confused about your lost lip serum.
you swore to yourself that you came home with lip serum on your pouch. but how did it disappear? were you being haunted?
the answer is…
"sure, my darling. just pick whatever you like and i'll take care of the money." your husband innocently chuckles before continuing his business he left earlier.
unbeknownst to you, you are correct that you came home with your lip serum on your pouch but you're not haunted. the culprit for this is none other than your one and only husband, gojo satoru.
he planned this whole thing out and sneakily stole your lip serum just for a dumb (i think?) reason. satoru was getting annoyed that there is something other than his lips that is being attached to your lips!
although, he wouldn't admit that to himself and hell! of course not even to you.
satoru did not regret what he did. in fact, he was smiling widely as he watched you gramble about your missing lip product not knowing it was his fault.
guess he'll be wasting money on your lip products since he doesn't plan to stop himself from stealing your future lipsies. but it was hell sure worth it if that means he could kiss you the way he wants and get rid of the thing he hates when you put it to your lips instead of him.
nevertheless, just wait 'till you found out about it, he'll be sleeping outside for some good nights.
©luvvixu2023
#gojo satoru#fanfic#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru x reader#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#luvvixu#fluff
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May I have a Charlie x reader from smiling friends it can be a small one shot of him just having a huge crush on the reader (preferably female)
On it!
The moment Charlie laid his eyes on you was when he immediately felt like he just saw an angel. You were the business’ janitor and had been in the Smiling Friends company that cleaned up the place when the others were done for the day. You were busy mopping up the break room after the boss had trashed it.
This was the first time he’d seen you and he was immediately smitten. He went up to you, his palms and forehead dripping with sweat,
“U-uh— h-hey there, I uh— haven s-…seen you around here before!” He gulped, rubbing the back of his head.
You turned to face him, his eyebrows raised as his cheeks turned red as soon as he at you made eye contact with him.
“Oh I know you!” You smiled warmly to him, “You must be one of the smiling friends, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
He chuckled a bit nervously, once again rubbing the back of his head.
“Y-ye-yeah, I second that— uh… It’s Charlie, I am definitely flattered by your uh… kind words!” He shook your hand as you smiled at how welcoming he was.
You let got on his hand as you gave him a curious look, “So then Charlie… whatcha up to now?”
Charlie fiddled with his cap as he looked around the kitchen,
“Oh you know um—” he gulped, thinking about what he had in mind for the day. “Not much, maybe go to a restaurant— hang out with Pim for the rest of the day, it’s whatever.” He sat down on one of the chairs, leaning back on it.
“Huh… sounds good!” You said with light enthusiasm. Charlie felt his heart skip a beat, coughing a bit.
“Soooo— you uh… you wanna come with? It’s okay if you’re not sure; I ain’t fussed about i—“ You manage to cut him off.
“Absolutely, I will! Just as soon as I’m done here, though— the boss really did a number on the tiles here.”
You walk closer to Charlie, making him fluster a bit.
“I’ll meet you outside when I’m done, ‘Kay?” You tilted your head to the side.
Charlie stutters a bit before speaking, giving a thumbs up.
“S-s-sounds great dude! Hehe…! Maybe I can see if any restaurants are open while I wait.” He gets up from the chair as he makes his way to the buildings exit. As soon as Charlie made it out of the door, he leaned up against the side of the door and sighed as his face turned completely red.
‘H—holy shit,’ Charlie thought as he shook a bit in the cold evening air, ‘I think I’ve fallen hard!’
(This might be ooc sorry but yeah! Here u go!)
#smiling friends#smiling friends Charlie#sf charlie#sf#adult swim#charlie dompler#smiling friends Charlie dompler#sf Charlie dompler#Charlie dompler x reader#smiling friends x reader
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I just read your post about Steve and Eddie taking hobby classes together and I love the idea of a big famous rockstar taking a paint n sip class and these moms going “…. Is that??? No??? I’m pretty sure that’s Eddie munson. My kid loves his band” and Eddie interacting with moms who want to FaceTime their kid cause they met someone famous. Because you know some moms have no shame when they meet someone their kids love
The first time they went to one of these classes, Eddie tried to do the whole low-key celebrity thing and wear a hoodie and a baseball cap. Steve took one look at him and was just like, “What are you doing? You look like someone’s stalker. No one is going to recognize you, you weirdo.”
But Steve is wrong.
It’s not just people recognizing him from the band their kid likes. Corroded Coffin was very popular in the nineties. There are people in this class that had posters of Eddie Munson on their bedroom walls when they were teenagers, and they insist on getting their picture taken with him too.
Eddie plays along, of course, because he doesn’t really get a choice unless he wants this whole five-week course of classes to be super awkward. He even says hi to some kid on FaceTime who doesn’t even know who he is because his mom confused Corroded Coffin with the Counting Crows somehow.
These things are fine.
Steve typically finds things like this amusing because he knows that Eddie secretly loves it, but that stops immediately the moment the woman across the table from them heavily implies that Eddie is on her and her husband’s list. Her name is Stephanie. She’s a part of a little gal’s night out group, has lipstick on her teeth, and a little too much wine in her, leans closer and stage whispers, “You know, the list that married couples have.”
“Interesting, interesting,” Eddie hums, humoring her. “Am I in good company on this list?”
Steve watches this conversation play out and decides that he doesn’t like Stephanie’s flirty tone or the fact that Eddie hasn’t just shut her down because he is married. And also gay. He’s gay too. It’s not like Steve feels threatened by a literal non-existent possibility, you know.
Just – have some respect for the man’s wedding ring, right?
She leans across the table to tap Eddie’s arm at some joke he made and Steve is so distracted by this that he accidentally knocks over one of the water cups when he goes to clean his brush. The water splashes across the table and nearly gets Stephanie’s shoes, but she moves away.
“Shit,” Steve says, “Sorry. I – shit. Let me help you.”
Luckily no one’s canvases got ruined since they’re all propped up on little easels and Steve helps mop the water up off the table and floor where Stephanie is working. He almost forgets about her flirting with his husband until she tells Eddie, “Your friend is so sweet, isn’t he?”
Steve tosses his wet paper towels in the trash and points to Stephanie’s smudgy painting of one of the clown figurines on the table, and says, “Wow, your art is amazing. I wish I could paint a self portrait like that.”
#Steve is *~*petty*~* and Eddie loves it#otherwise he would’ve put a stop to the flirting a long time ago#eddie munson tiktok saga#steve harrington#eddie munson
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Let Me
pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x fem!reader
word count: 1k
warnings: alcohol, reader is drunk & wearing a gown/full makeup
notes: just something fluffy about Keigo helping you get ready for bed <3 he's so perfect & I am down so bad sjadfs. he’d take such good care of you <3
You groan as you flop face down into the comforting embrace of your mattress, body warm and senses dulled from all the alcohol you’d consumed earlier this evening. It always made attending professional events more tolerable.
“You haven’t even taken your eyelashes off yet,” Keigo chuckles as he stands beside your side of the bed. “C’mon, lemme help you.”
“M’too tired,” you mumble, grabbing a pillow and pulling it beneath your face, still coated in makeup.
“That’s why I said let me help you, baby,” he gently replies as he grabs your hips and turns you over, making you wince in response to the bright light of your bedroom.
“S’fine. Wanna sleep.” You attempt to turn back over, but he denies your wish, keeping a firm enough grasp on your hips to keep you in place.
“You’ll thank me in the morning. Just lay here, okay? I’ll take care of everything,” he promises. There’s a tender smile on his lips as he caresses your face. “Deal?”
You huff and stare at him for a moment, hands folded over your abdomen atop the soft velvet of your gown. Sleep was beckoning you, but it was harder to refuse him than it was the promise of slumber.
“Deal,” you agree.
“Thank you.” He smiles and leans over to kiss your forehead. “This’ll only take a minute.”
He disappears for a moment, but he returns with the essentials. He places a bottle of water on the nightstand, tosses an old t-shirt of his beside you, and opens the package of makeup wipes in his palm. He very carefully removes the lashes from your eyes, something that he had gotten surprisingly good at after previous incidents much like this one. He then removes the makeup on your face with just as much care and tosses the wipe and eyelashes all into the small trash can beside the bed.
“Thank you,” you hum gratefully, feeling better already with a newly bare face as you peek up at him. He simply nods in response, wearing a smile that suggests he thinks he’s the luckiest man in the world, because he knows that he is.
“Gotta sit up for a minute, okay?” He says as his hands work the fabric of your dress up over your hips, so that when he takes your hands and helps you sit upright, he’s able to reach around and undo the zipper before lifting it right off over your head.
“Almost free to lay down again, I promise.” He tosses the dress onto the bench that sits directly in front of the bed and swipes the t-shirt, letting it rest in your lap while he unclasps your bra and tosses that aside as well. He slips the t-shirt over your head, trying his best not to laugh while he watches you try to navigate your own arms through the appropriate holes.
“Hey..” you pout, narrowing your eyes up at him. It’s in jest and even more adorable in his eyes than usual, thanks to the subtle slur of your words. “You makin’ fun of me?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He shakes his head and tugs the hem of your shirt down over your torso.
“Yes you would,” you argue in a flat tone, though there’s no malice at all behind your words as your drooping eyes fall closed again. “You make fun of me plenty, because you think that you’re funny.”
“Are you telling me that you don’t think that I’m funny?” He asks as he clutches his chest, playing the part of a wounded lover.
“I think you’re about as funny as you are cute,” you mumble, willing your tired eyes to open again. A dopey smile props up the corners of your mouth. “Which, is pretty fuckin’ cute.”
“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles and leans in to kiss your forehead again. “Drink some of this and then you can pass out.”
He unscrews the cap of the water and hands it to you, ensuring that he sees you swallow a few gulps before he offers to take it back and sets it aside on the nightstand. You sigh with content as you sink back into the mattress and think, “Thank goodness for him.”
“D’ya need anything else, baby bird?” The pads of his fingers trace along the shape of your face, lulling you closer to sleep, but there is one thing that isn’t quite right yet.
“Mhm.” You nod, reaching out to tug on the fabric of his button down with nothing but sincere adoration in your eyes. “Need you, Kei.”
“Give me one minute,” he says gently, nodding as he takes your hand to lift the back of it to his lips.
“Hurry,” you mutter, sounding the tiniest bit whiny, but he only finds it endearing.
“I’m the fastest man around,” he laughs, shrugging and taking a step away to come around the bed. “I’m always in a hurry.”
He steps out of his shoes, loosens his tie, and sheds his dapper outfit to toss the garments atop yours on the bench. He cuts off the light, climbs into bed beside you in nothing but his boxers, and gathers you up in his arms, pulling you close to his chest.
“Better?” He murmurs against your scalp, leaving a kiss behind as he starts rubbing your back, slowly moving his hand up and down your spine while you focus on the soothing rise and fall of his chest beneath you.
“Much,” you whisper, sounding like you just might already be asleep. “I love you so much, Kei. So, so much. Thank you.”
“I love you too, baby.” An easy smile graces his features as he looks at your face. “Thank you for letting me.”
He isn’t quite sure how much time he spends just lying there admiring your features in the pale glow of the moonlight, but he is sure of one thing. He hopes that you’ll allow him to keep loving you this way forever.
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It Takes a Mob pt. 5
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Bill steeled his breath as he looked around the room,
“Everyone in position? On sync.”
There was a rigid atmosphere as they all took on final deep breath.
“Sync!!”
The tabs were opened quickly.
The plan fell apart equally as fast.
“The legs? What the fuck do you mean lift ‘im up by his legs? How the fuck am I supposed to deal with the diaper?!”
“I don’t know man that’s what the wiki says!”
Marv started to put down the trash can,
“No man I think you godda put both of ‘em in one hand Bill.”
Bill glared at as Marv took a step forward,
“Don’t abandon your post dumbass! What do you mean both in one hand?”
“I dunno man, they’re small! Just one hand ‘em!“
“But what if I-JESUS!!”
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The diaper was eventually replaced but Bill could feel a couple gray hairs that were not there that morning.
“I guess we need to add density shifting to the list now, nice catch Ken!”
Ken for his part thumped on the wall in the bathroom and over the sound of the shower yelled, “Aye fuck you!” Much to the amusement of his cohort.
Danny had calmed down after he was cleaned up and happily shaking his rabbit on the couch at this point. Bill watched him in mild amusement as he packed the to-go bag back up with a snicker.
“Be lucky that you’re cute kid, Ken would’ve put a cap in anyone else’s ass for that stunt you did.”
Marv slammed back into the apartment with theatric gasp holding something fabric in his arms.
“What the fuck is that?”
“A boba wrap.”
“A what?”
Bill made a grab for the babe as Marv unceremoniously plopped himself on the other side of the couch and sheepishly gave an apologetic smile at Bill’s glare.
“A boba wrap. Gwen thought the best way of move around with Danny would be to jus’ carry him so there wouldn’t be any chance of snatchers. An’ if we use this wrap correctly, we can just tie him on as we work!”
Gently bouncing the boy, Bill looked over the cloth, as Ken joined them in the living room with a towel around his neck.
“And your sister isn’t going to be mad if we use this right?”
“Oh nah, she doesn’t have no more use for it since the nibblings are older. She just says to wash it if we give it back.”
Ken shook his hair like a wet dog with a snort,
“Bless that lady. How’s she handling the news?”
“About as good as you can expect when one of your younger brothers calls you at noon asking ‘bout diaper changing.”
Bill took a seat with a sigh,
“Ok gentlemen, we got about six hours before we need to clock in. You two have been up since yesterday so go take naps. I can handle the squirt.”
Ken squinted,
“You sure Bill?”
“Don’t make me regret letting you two into my room. I will know if you go snooping. But other than that, go, I’ll wake you two up half an hour beforehand so we can figure out this wrapping situation.”
Bill watched as the two lumbered away before focusing his eyes back on the tyke.
“Welp, you and me kid. What do you think we should do?”
“Baba…”
“I don’t know about that, but we do have Hulu.”
Grabbing the remote, Bill put his feet up and settled back.
“I heard this Bluey fella has some good ratings. What do you think?”
“Ap.”
“Bluey it is then.”
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Now that I have a writing blog as well as a lurking blog I can finally showcase my appreciation to my favourite authors who inspired me to start writing.
This is a gift for @ceilidho because I am ready to commit arson for you <3.
Ikea!Soap/Creepy Coworker!Soap IS @ceilidho ‘s IDEA! FULL CREDIT TO HER IT IS SO FANTASTIC I WILL EAT MY SCREEN. There is so much juicy content on her blog iswtg I will combust. Adults go check it out you will not regret it!
- This is alternate AU where the Christmas party doesn’t happen, instead its New Years being celebrated. (We don’t celebrate Christmas here but New Years is a really big thing)
Not proof read.
1.1k words
TW Non-Consensual Contact | TW 18+ | TW Near Panic Attack
So anyways hehe on the theme of gift giving.
Shivers slowly trot down your spine, you feel a leaden punty of panic manifest itself in your diaphragm as you sweat cold like condensed metal. There’s eyes on you, there are always eyes on you. An unforgettable gelid pair of blue ponds surrounding a pinprick pupil that track you everywhere you go.
One would think you’d be used to Johnny’s attention by now, both kind and unkind. But recently he’s been acting especially unsettling. These past few days he doesn’t talk, he doesn’t help you throw out the trash, he just stares… and grins, his breathing heavy.
It started a few weeks ago, when you decided to work overtime to later take a little break and greet the New Years away from work, in the comfort of you own apartment. No one except management should have known of your plans, but of course nothing is confidential for their sweet golden boy. Soap sniffed out your shift change so fast you’d wondered if he had a past with drug abuse, as it was his arms that suffocated you on your second evening shift.
Stacking boxes your soul flinched out of your body when two limbs wrapped around your torso like snares on a hare’s neck. Even through the multiple layers of cloth you could feel the heat of his forearms on your abdomen, molten rock flowing through his veins keeping his muscles taught. His chest pinned yours against the steel frame of the fifteen meter shelving unit but the grip of his arms remained, forcing you into an awkward arching position as he curved himself over your back.
“Hey bonnie!”
The Scotts cheery voice all but lashed through the echoey establishment, like the crack of a whip. It’s dark, cold and wet outside, snow turning into slag tainting everything from cars to shoes, much like Johnny’s doing to you; ironic considering his callsign. But there’s practically no customers in conditions like these, meaning your coworkers wouldn’t need to come to the back to look for something, meaning your trapped in here, alone, with a man at least twice your size.
You don’t say anything back, still reeling from having your quiet, meditative moment interrupted by what feels like a hydraulic press. But there’s a soft yet hard object pressing to your front? You look down to see what it is but your own chest is smack dab against the shelving unit blocking your view. Your hips are arched away from it allowing him to adjust something? Is he measuring your torso? What’s happening ?
There’s too many things going on, heavy breathing in your ear, the heat against your back and the frigid metal against your front. One of his hands is moving something along your abdomen, another feels up your womb area and then your crotch? You yelp at that and are about to scream but he shoves you against the steel harder, and knocks the breath out of your chest, but his hand doesn’t go any further.
“Shh, shh, sorry pretty, just makin’ some introductions dinnae worry yer wee head about it”.
A clack resonates through the space, and less than half a meter away you can see a black marker cap rolling away on the floor. What the actual fuck is happening. He feels you up some more, then his hand moves back and forth horizontally as if to mark something and just like that he lets you go.
The situation lasted 3 minutes tops and yet now you know what sharks feel like when they’re pulled out the water, microchipped and thrown back in. You turn around and Soap’s got his back to you he’s kneeling down to pick up the marker cap, there’s something in his hand but its wrapped in white cloth. He closes the marker and rotates a little just to face you.
“Hope you’ve liked meeting your namesake, lass. I know she was honoured for sure!” He leaves then, laughing lightly to himself, flushed and giddy. Your namesake? Did he mean the-
It’s finally time for your much needed break from work, and certain blue eyed men with separation anxiety. At the end of your shift you carefully quick walk to your car before a hand on your shoulder stops you. Speak of the devil.
“Wey bonnie, why are ye in such a hurry to leave huh?”
You’re surprised he actually talked to you after weeks of silence, but you’re also exhausted.
“Soap, what do you need I-,”
He stops you mid sentence by thrusting a sizeable wrapped box into your hands, a charming, large blue bow sitting at the top, as if preening.
“I know yer takin’ days off, but I bought a lil somethin’ for ya. Hope you enjoy it, I really do.”
Well thats actually sweet of him. Granted you don’t know what’s actually in the box. But its still nice that he cared enough to give it to you!
He sends you off with a tight hug and a smirk; gleaming snarl in the night.
Back at your apartment you’re so hungry that you forget about his sincerity for a while. Before the reflection of the bow in your mirror catches your eye, you don’t have a lot of blue in your apartment and this one’s the same shade as his eyes.
A little excited you unwrap the box and lift up the lid only to freeze appalled when your greeted by a dick. It’s a dick, a cock in a box, Soap has gifted you a dildo. Yeah he’s mentioned you being irritated in the past, how a “good shag’ll put ye right in yer place,” but what the fuck.
Come to think of it, it’s strangely realistic: with veins and even moles. The heads a light pink and the base…looks like his skin colour.
Weeks ago, Soap was about a hair’s length away from having an aneurism when he looked at the fleshlight in his hands. A black line marking its plastic flesh, from his feeling up he reckoned that’s about where your womb should be. Quite clearly you wouldn’t be able to take all of him but he reckoned that’s nothing a little practice couldn’t fix. And hey, since he had a version of you to greet New Year’s with, why doesn’t he gift you a version of him that you can cherish too <3.
#cod x reader#dark cod x reader#dark soap x reader#full credit to ceilidho for Ikea!Soap/Creepy Coworker Soap#mature themes#john soap mactavish x reader#noncon contact#non-consensual touching#TW#cuffsdrabbles#gift for ceilidho#creepy behaviour#TW near panic attack#18+
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💌 hello there rosette
it is i, sel, with a valentines day request for you!!!
would you perhaps be willing to write a little oblivious friends to lovers drabble for frankie morales please?? (as in they're in love but both of them think the other doesn't feel the same way)
also this is an extremely cute event idea and i am so excited to see what writing you bless us with!!!
ilysm rosie!!!!
💌💘💐🍓🍭🧁🌈🎀🧸🩰🫧💖💌
SEL!!! tyty for sending one in bestie <333 Ugh u know I love my frankie
thank you @ayoungpascallover for helping with the Spanish dialogue.
Send a Valentine <3
Frankie might be the worst wingman ever. Well to be fair he isn't really trying to set you up with anyone but still. He only has himself to blame for being stuck at some fancy ass bar that he doesn't belong in watching the girl of his dreams flirt with other guys.
He can feel the jealously burning in him but he really only has his time to blame. He's been harboring a crush on you for so long time and he's too much of a coward to say anything.
So instead when you mentioned how sad your love life has been lately he offered to be your wing man. Great move.
This bar sucked. The lighting is basically nonexistent so your eyes hurt trying to see anything. The drinks are overpriced and it feels like all the guys are just trying to get into your pants. You glance over towards Frankie who was standing across the bar. You sigh as you take another sip of your drink, wishing you were home instead.
Preferably in Frankie's arms. Even in the low light he looked so handsome. That raggedy baseball cap of his is gone letting his soft curls be free. What were you thinking? No one can take your mind off Frankie.
Ever since you met the guy you harbored a small crush on him. I mean how could you not? He's handsome, sweet, strong and a wonderful dad. Who doesn't love a single dad? But he's shown zero interest in you and he even offered to help set you up with other guys. Finishing off your drink you decide its time to go.
"Ready?" You ask Frankie as you lean your head against his shoulder.
"Absolutely." He wraps an arm around you and the two of you leave, deciding to drive to the nearest shitty fast food place and get a burger.
"That place was such a ripoff." You groan as you lean back in the booth. Frankie nods as he eats his fries.
"It's hopeless, I'm gonna be single forever." You throw a fry onto the tray and frown.
"No digas eso, preciosa"
"Come on Frank, you know it's true. When was the last time any guy showed an ounce of interest in me?" Frankie hesitates.
He knows the answer. Two minutes ago when he fell in love with your laugh again. Or yesterday when you fell asleep on his shoulder after movie night. To think that you can sit there and not realize how beautiful you are. It doesn't make any sense to him.
"Are you kidding me? Look at you. You're kind, funny, smart." He takes a deep breath and braces himself for whatever this conversation is going to bring.
"Todo sobre ti es perfecto." Your eyes fall to the table. Those are the words you've always dreamed of hearing from him.
"Don't say that unless you're trying to get me to fall in love with you." You say semi jokingly.
When he doesn't laugh you look back up. The tension is thick between the two of you.
"Would that be such a bad thing?" Is this real? Is he really saying what you think he is?
"No, it wouldn't." You say softly.
"I love you, and I should have said something a long time ago but I'm saying it now." Frankie watches your face as it remains unchanging. Every passing second is a stab to his heart. This was a mistake, he knew it.
"Frankie, I've been wanting to hear that for so long. I love you too." He lets out a laugh of relief and you smile. Soon the two of you are laughing together. In happiness and realizing how clueless you both have been.
"Let's get out of here." You say eagerly.
Dumping your trash you hurry back to privacy of his car. As you get in his cups your face and kisses you feverishly. Your hand snakes to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his soft curls.
"Want to come back to my place?" You ask breathlessly as you rest your forehead against his. Without a word he smirks and starts his car.
You feel so silly thinking of how long you've both been pining after each other and all the time you could have had. But you can't focus on that now, not when you have so much to look forward to with Frankie by your side.
#frankie morales x reader#frankie catfish morales x reader#frankie morales#frankie catfish morales#send a valentine
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I want mine to be a crack post. So the dorm leaders + Sam(whom they’re buying the supplies from) reacting to mc buying prank supplies and scaring Crowley just for fun.
A/N: Aight. I gotchu. I love writing crack mm mm mmm it's the good juice. We love torturing bird-man in this house. Especially after he threw us in that dirty-ass dorm like we were trash. Like, you expect me to sleep on dust covered sheets with spiders making a nest in the corner? Nah. This isn't Cinderella bestie and we have standards.
Setting the Scene <3
MC to their love interest after being Crowley's bitch for yet another day: Listen. The F*ck. Up. We will not be taking this abuse. We will not be taking this absolute DISRESPECT. Okay, we have a saying back on "earth," and it's called "hoez mad". Which is me. I am the hoe and I am mad. And you? You are my accomplice. You see this ring???
*waves promise ring in their face*
THIS is the ring that YOU gave me when I snagged you up and made you mine. The chain of foreverness that you imposed on my alien-ass-self.
I pulled your emo-wannabe ass back from the brink of valhalla and you will be paying me back - at a very unfair trade on my end - today. We are destroying whatever pride that cocky pigeon has and we are doing it now.
Riddle Rosehearts
-100/10. Will not comply or even be associated
bitch he isn't getting in trouble for you??? The fuck you think he's going to do?? Collar the headmaster?
The moment you step out of that door, he's tattling - no cap
Best drag him by the ear because he'll throw you under the bus
does not pass the vibe check
threatens to break up with you if you get him in trouble
so YOU threaten to break up with HIM if he doesn't at least carry your stuff
aight. he's in. it was a bluff so please don't dump him
he will cry and then stuff his face with tarts
he doesn't understand how covering everything in Crowley's office in tin-foil will make you feel better? but go off I guess
The entire time he is just complaining about how you both are wasting resources and time.
Riddle really needs to stop ruining the fun (T ^ T)
Leona Kingscholar
"That's hot"
Likes when you get mad lol Crowley should piss you off more often
He’ll watch but won’t do nothin
Another spoil sport in that he thinks it’s too much effort
He’s got some balls considering he’s no better than Crowley
Deadass is this a relationship or are you his servant
Okay that’s Ruggie’s job not yours
Speaking of, he suggests just making him doing it or the literal man children you babysit (*cough* deuace *cough*)
Lets you drag him by the foot to Sam’s shop. Why fight back?
Watches you swap Crowley’s toothpaste for mayo and wonders if you should really be considered future royalty
Doesn’t trust you around his food or personal items when you’re pissed at him
Azul Ashengrotto
“Can we get icecream after?” (〃ω〃)
Yes Azu, we can get nommies after but you must pull your weight
Man is Simp? Simp do anything for affection? Need I say more?
The BEST at covering tracks too. One bat of your eyelashes and he’ll buy out Sam’s store just to make you happy
Has a bit too much fun. One taste of rebellion and all the pent up r a g e from getting his businessman privileges revoked blossoms
They grow up so fast . He’s a natural born criminal
You wanted to do something small scale, like swapping the sugar for salt in Crowley’s coffee. He lets you, but goes the extra mile
Azul says “go big or go home,” and uses his henchmen to spam Crowley’s close conspirators with complaints from ‘student families,’ and essentially throws all of NRC’s shady business *cough*ghostbride*cough* back in Crowley’s face
Now the headmaster is up to the neck with work
Are you proud of him? He avenged you both and barely moved a fingie
Azul accepts payment in cash, credit, or kisses pls <3
Kalim Al’Asim
“Pulling pranks isn’t nice MC”
“And neither is nearly giving me a heart attack with diabetes tea. Quit complaining and move-“
You must trick the sunshine to comply
This is a game and the headmaster is happy to be pranked! It’s all in good fun Kalim~
He comes up with dozens of ideas but settles on on you pick bc he loves u
Anything to make his treasure happy ^_^
If worse comes to worse he can just throw some money to pay for the next school event so you don’t get expelled
You both get to work on covering the floor of Crowley’s office in plastic cups full of water
And…Kalim does not get the memo and blocks your way out *facepalm*
No problem tho! He calls his magic carpet through the window and it rescues you both from the makeshift island, also known as Crowley’s desk
Did he just step on important trade documents? Oops-
Fwoooooosh you both are out the window and safe
Thank him because you both were actually caught, but he payed off the snitches to not say nothin
All in the name of love so you get a taste of sweet sweet revenge
Vil Schoenheit
Uhm…no 💅
Too much effort
Honey why do you even want revenge? Keep stressing like this and you’ll be a potato for the rest of your life
Is that a potato spore or just a dry patch of skin? Nono dear lets go put that money towards some skin care products okay?
Ugh
U g h
Fiiiiiiiiiiine. One prank. And it better be both small and still funny
A schoenheit does not waste their time. We must be efficient with the best results
Which is why we are putting hair dye in Crowley’s body wash. J u s t enough to stain him a lovely shade of baby blue, okay?
Okay
Rook will do it. He’s better at being a cockroach on the wall anyways
Now lets do our nails. In exchange for helping you, Vil is picking the color. No, you have no rights in this exchange
Idia Shroud
“Alright” （；￣ェ￣）
…….
Yes, it’s that easy. He hates conflict
With you and ortho. He doesn’t mind messing with other people
Especially since that rotisserie chicken confiscated his talking tablet at the last ceremony
Idia wants vengeance. If it wasn’t for you, he would airdrop photos of Crowley picking his nose to the entire campus
Instead he settles for something more basic. For you. Because you don’t know how to have fun 😒
Special orders truth peppers from sam’s black market. All you have to do is eat one and you can’t tell a lie for at least a month
Idia does his little techy thing with the cafeteria camera so you can slip it into Crowley’s lunch (that you are forced to bring bc he treats you like an errand boy)
A few hours later, you both are chilling in Idia’s room with nommies and watching Crowley make a fool of himself by spilling his secrets
Cruel? A bit. Necessary? Yes
Malleus Draconia
“Is this what you like to do for fun? Have I misjudged your character”
Mans is so down. He wants to be a little rebellious
And damn is he e v i l
Like y’all forget that he is a powerful wizard. You think he hasn’t made a potion or two for his own purposes
He doesn’t even give you room to think. Just shoves a coin purse in his pocket and poofs you both into sam’s store
Nearly giving said tradesman a heart attack but whatever
“I need everything here and whatever you have in the back,” malleus purchases enough to make an alchemy lab in your dorm
And conjures the most v i l e smelling potion you have ever seen with a smile
And a little evil cackle for measure. Lilia taught him that no good villain is worth their salt without an evil laugh
He leaves you with a kiss on the forehead to go “do the dirty work,” and doesn’t even tell you what’s up
He…turned the headmaster into an actual bird
But like, Crowley can still talk so all you hear around campus is him squawking for someone to fix this
It’s pretty obvious who pulled the prank. Malleus is the only one powerful enough to make something even Trein can’t reverse
You both end up in the slammer
Still better quality than Ramshackle tho
Sam ze Tradesman
Cha-ching 💰💰💰💰💰
He knew there was a reason he liked you
Has Sam ever mentioned that you are his favorite wallet student??
No?
Well you are
He sells you anything and everything you want. No questions asked and a firm believer of snitches get stitches
If he gets caught tho then you’re on your own
Jk he wouldn’t do is favorite customer like that
Or would he???🤔💭
Well. Maybe not so long as these pockets of his stay stashed with cash
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst x reader#twst imagines#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#diasomnia#heartslabyul#savanaclaw#scarabia#ignihyde#pomefiore#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#kalim al' asim x reader#vil shoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#octavinelle#twst riddle rosehearts#twst leona kingscholar x reader#twst kalim al asim#twst vil shoenheit#twst idia shroud#twst malleus draconia#twst sam
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HI BBYYYYYYYY first off, your writing is so good and yummy I'm literally eating so well I think about your Sanji wound patching nightly on god no CAP
But uhh, if it's alright, maybe, if you want, no pressure, may I have a wound patching for Doffy? You can toss me in the trash if the answer is no dw 💗 /g
Patching up Doflamingos Wounds
Zoro Law Sanji Shanks Ace Luffy Sabo Doflamingo
A/N: UMIIIIIIII I'm glad you enjoyed the Sanji one I am going to only write Sanji from now on just for you /hj OF COURSE YOU CAN GET DOFLAMINGO I went uh a bit in a different direction with this one I COULDNT HELP MYSELF AAAAA I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
Pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader
CW: Doflamingo being a manipulative shit. Choking, blood/wound licking, nicknames (my dear and good girl), bondage.
WC: 954
You had devised your escape plan from the clutches of Donquixote Doflamingo, believing it to be foolproof. Weeks of relentless effort had been poured into sharpening a minuscule shard of sea prism stone, honing it to a razor's edge. In the dead of night, while Doflamingo slept, his strings binding you to the bed right beside him, you began sawing through the tough restraints with your treasured shard.
As you regained the use of your limbs, you inched your way toward the slumbering blonde, heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. With a quick, calculated movement, you drove the shard deep into his chest, holding your breath to stifle any sound. Your heart raced as you bolted away from him, fleeing as far and fast as your legs could carry you.
In your eyes, the plan was flawless. The sea prism shard would nullify his devil fruit's powers, rendering him defenseless and too weakened to give chase. But oh, how cruelly naive you had been. You didn't make it far before the telltale sensation of Doflamingo's viscous strings coiled tightly around your throat. In an instant, your air supply was cut off, your vision clouded, and the world faded to darkness.
You gradually regained consciousness, your surroundings coming into focus as you blinked away the haze. The disheartening truth was undeniable; you were back in Doflamingo's bedroom, ensnared in his clutches. Your hands and feet were cruelly bound to the bedposts, leaving you utterly defenseless. Disorientation and fear clouded your thoughts.
Doflamingo, the sadistic puppet master himself, lounged in a chair nearby, legs casually spread apart. The wound you'd inflicted on his chest remained untreated, seeping with crimson life essence that painted a morbid tapestry across his abdomen.
"Fufufufu, look who's finally decided to rejoin the living," he taunted with a malicious grin.
The stark realization of your failed plan set your heart pounding relentlessly. Tears welled in your eyes, and you felt the beginnings of panic swell within you.
Doflamingo's laughter mocked your despair. "You know, I have to admit, that was quite the creative plan you hatched," he continued, his sinister delight in your agony palpable. He extended his puppeteer strings to encircle your head, forcing you to meet his sinister gaze. "That scheme might have had a chance to succeed... against anyone but me." His fingers tightened around the sea prism stone shard before extracting it from his chest, the gleaming relic of your failed attempt. Blood gushed more profusely from the grievous wound, painting the shard in a scarlet hue. "Where did you get this, my dear?" he inquired, his tone deceptive in its casual cruelty.
Overwhelmed by terror, you stammered out your answer, voice quivering with desperation. "I found it on the street! A marine was wielding a weapon coated with sea prism stone, and a piece chipped off, so I... I took it!" Each word felt like a desperate plea to loosen his stranglehold on your body.
His laughter echoed through the room, a haunting noise in response to your futile struggle. "You're smarter than you appear," he commented, setting the shard aside before using his threads to forcefully draw you toward him. Your body knelt between his outstretched legs, vulnerable and at his mercy. "However, your audacity has consequences." He reached out to your face, his fingers tracing your skin with an eerie tenderness. "I could punish you severely for this act... condemn you to perpetual darkness, deprive you of sustenance, sell you into servitude to the wretched and abandon you to decay..." His hand paused in its exploration. "But you've treated me well. I've grown rather fond of you, wouldn't you agree?"
Your voice trembled with fear and pain, words stumbling from your lips. "Yes... I just want to treat you well," you whispered, tears and blood mixing in a gruesome display as they dripped onto the floor. Submission was your only option, the torment too much to bear.
"Good," he declared, an evil glint in his eyes. "You can begin by cleaning up the mess you've created." He motioned to the wound on his chest, your confusion now apparent.
Doflamingo yanked on the strings again, forcing you to lurch forward until your face hovered dangerously close to the wound. "Clean it," he ordered, a command that left no room for refusal.
You reluctantly understand his demand, leaning closer to the source of your torment. Your mouth opens, and your tongue timidly grazes the edge of the cut, the taste of metallic blood overpowering your senses. You trace the contours of the wound, the sickening flavor and texture nearly making you retch.
An involuntary cough escapes you as you swallow the blood, your body shivering from the overwhelming emotions. After what feels like an eternity, Doflamingo releases you, using his threads to neatly stitch up his wound. He raises your head, his gaze locking onto your soul. With a cruel grin, he leans in closer.
"You won't dare to act so foolishly again, will you?" he demands, his icy eyes drilling into yours. You respond with a frantic shake of your head, desperation evident in your eyes. He seems satisfied with your answer, a cruel chuckle escaping him. "Good girl... that's the response I wanted."
Before you can react, he closes the gap between your lips and his in a forceful, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, a familiar intrusion that you've grown numb to. He moans, savoring the sensations and flavors. When he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva lingers, a vile reminder of your powerlessness.
"You'll need to do much more to make it up to me," he states ominously, your heart sinking at the promise of what awaits you.
#one piece#one piece x reader#donquixote doflamingo#doflamingo x reader#doflamingo#donquixote doflamingo x reader
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I see your headcanons on the Harbingers receiving flowers from their S/O, and raise you headcanons on how the Harbingers react to someone threatening their S/O? 🤭
This one is funny bc most of them would respond with MURDER GKBKKEKGKSKGKKSKGK
Fr tho— warning for violence & blood
Pierro:
He will threaten that person right back lmao
Imagine this tall ass man standing behind you
And just glaring the mf down
“Any business you have with them, you can take up with me.”
He will at least give them a warning to stop before banishing them or hurting them
If it happens again, or if they don’t back down, that person can kiss being alive goodbye
He will wrap you in blankets to comfort you after
Not the worst, tbh. 9/10 for handling the situation
Capitano:
He will just stand behind you menacingly
The person threatening you can FEEL his glare behind his helmet
If the person is too cocky and thinks they can get away with it, all cap needs to do is put a hand on his claymore (claymore cap real), and that person will stop
If they STILL don’t back down, again, they can say goodbye to living. Cap knows about 400 ways to kill a man, and he will use them all
Wraps you in his big ol arms after
“Do let me know if anyone dares to threaten you again” (with murderous intent)
Dottore:
Oh no
You will have to hold him back /srs
“Oh my god zandik I can handle this—“
“I know, but I am in need of a new test subject at the moment :)”
“ZANDIK NO”
He won’t even give a warning
All the segments are on that person like fire on dry leaves
All that will be left is a pile of bones
At least you’ll get a bunch of hugs after…? Maybe ask them all to clean the blood out of their coats first…
Columbina:
She will also just stand there, menacingly
She’ll actually be even more effective than capitano
She has a strange aura to her, and it really creeps people out
She’ll hold your hand and stare with a soft smile that holds an ocean’s worth of malice
Gently strokes your hair/head after and apologizes if she scared you, bc she knows she can be scary
You’ll never be scared of her tho, she would never hurt you
Arlecchino:
Violence immediately
Not quite as brutal as Dottore, but she will slap that mf so damn hard they see Jesus
Not even Celestia, straight up Jesus. She will slap them so hard they see a Christian deity.
She’ll kick them for good measure if they don’t stop
“Call me immediately if something like this happens again, dear”
She knows you can handle yourself, but she will not stand for anyone threatening her partner
Pulcinella:
If you ever think I’m gonna leave out my favorite gnome, you are WRONG /lh
Abuse of power woooooo 🎉🎉🎉🎉
Fr tho, he will also give a warning, like Pierro. He tries to solve situations with diplomacy, so he will direct that person’s wrath toward him.
“Any business you have with them can be taken up with me. What exactly do you want?”
If the person refuses to listen and continues to fight…
He can and will have that person thrown out of Snezhnaya violently
Or even in jail
Essentially if he sees them as a genuine threat to your safety, he isn’t taking any chances
He is certainly not above using his position to his advantage
Scaramouche:
Oh no (pt 2)
He will also jump straight to violence, but differently flavored than arle and dott
He will verbally stomp the aggressor into the ground before doing it literally
“Awfully bold of a pitiful, pathetic little worm like you to even go near gods like my partner and I”
He will have the mf begging for mercy, and he will give them none
They don’t deserve it
When they’re gone, he’ll turn to you and scold you (affectionately)
“Next time, you better handle this yourself. You’re strong and smart enough to deal with trash like this on your own.”
He says that like he won’t defend you every time without fail
Sandrone:
Oh no (pt 3)
There is no hope for the person threatening you I’m sorry
You won’t even see her coming before her “dolls” absolutely obliterate that person
I’m talking completely gone except for a red stain on the wall
“They don’t deserve the honor of becoming a doll”
You’re lucky she hasn’t turned you into a doll yet, but at least for now she wants to keep you alive
She treats you shockingly gently after
Offers to brush your hair, or if you don’t have hair or don’t like your hair being touched, she will ask to play dress up with you
Yea she kinda treats you like a doll gjejgkekgkekgk
But it’s ok, at least you aren’t a test subject /hj
Signora:
The final “oh no”
She already lost one s/o, she isn’t gonna let that happen to you
Kicks that mf like she kicked venti
Literally just beats their ass and switches to soft mode so fast after
“Are you alright, dear?”
Cuddlessssss
Man I’d give up all my limbs to be able to cuddle her
Pantalone:
He doesn’t like to get his hands dirty
So he will simply ruin them financially
Literally. He’ll get them fired and bar them from having unemployment benefits.
Blood and tears baby
If the person manages to actually hurt you, THEN the gloves are coming off
Pantalone will beat them half to death /srs
He doesn’t *like* to get his hands dirty, but he sure will if he has to
Buys you expensive things as a reward for putting up with that bullshit
“If anything like this happens again, treasure, let me know and I’ll take care of it”
Sugar daddy hours
Tartaglia:
Shockingly not an “oh no”
Don’t get me wrong, he will still be hella violent, but he won’t kill the guy
He’ll challenge them to a duel
He will win, and that person will be in the hospital for months
If the person declines the duel, he’ll go “no biggie” and threaten them right back.
“If you come near my partner again, I will drain the water from your body and feed you to the wolves”
And he will VERY clearly mean it
If the person has a death wish and keeps harassing you, they’ll just disappear without a trace
Contrary to popular opinion, he doesn’t actually like killing people that he wasn’t specifically instructed to, especially if they can’t fight back
But protecting the people he loves is more important
Cuddles you and makes you some bangin’ soup as comfort
I stand by the idea that he would be the best partner of all of them
#genshin impact#harbinger headcanons#Fatui harbingers#genshin x reader#Pierro#Dottore#capitano#columbina#Arlecchino#pulcinella#Scaramouche#Sandrone#Signora#Pantalone#Tartaglia#fatui x reader#tw violence#Tw blood#mild blood#Shen’s headcanons
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