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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Sleepy -> pure Ethan fluff here

Ethan’s best friend likes him more than she’ll admit, and he has a habit of sleeping on her.

Tara caught you the first time it happened.

You were at Ethan and Chad’s dorm, studying for your Econ exam with Tara, when you’d found yourself curled up against Ethan, head in his lap, dozing away from boredom.

“Look how cute.” Tara whispered to Chad, pointing her pen at the two of you. Ethan’s head had fallen back to rest against the wall, his eyes closed as the two of you slept.

The next time was at the Halloween party. This time it was Ethan, exhausted from the alcohol and the noise, that had sat next to you on the couch beside Anika and Mindy. And when his head had moved to lay against your shoulder, his breaths slowing as he found comfort in your presence, you’d had to shush Mindy so she wouldn’t wake him up with her loud gossiping.

Most recently, you’d been found by Chad, curled up together under the covers in Ethan’s bed, his arm slung over your waist as your head burrowed in the space between his neck and shoulder.

No one in your friend group understood why the two of you weren’t together. It made no sense—you were always attached at the hip and, whenever you hung out, you always inevitably seemed to be napping with one another. For Ethan, it was because he was constantly stressed, and with you he could relax, breathing in the scent of your perfume and running tentative hands over your soft skin. For you, it was…

Well, you weren’t entirely sure.

So when you began receiving messages from your friend’s shared group-chat you gave a wary glance to Ethan where he laid curled up in a ball beside you, his head in your lap.

Core Four

Chad: Alright Y/N, spill the tea. What’s going on w you and E?

Chad: That rhymed

Chad: lol

Y/N: nothings going on why?

Tara: surrrre

Tara: *image*

Tara: looks like a whole lot of ‘nothing’

Y/N: stopppp when did you take that??

Chad: what the HELLL 🔥🔥🔥

Y/N: Tara delete that pls

Tara: no I’m making it my lock screen 😏

Chad: I thought I was your lock screen

Mindy: As long as his Ghostface ass stays away from me I don’t care who he naps with. Next subject.

Chad: don’t be boring

Y/N: *left groupchat*

Tara: noooo

You sighed, turning off your phone and chucking it to the end of the bed before running your nails absentmindedly through Ethan’s curls. Truth was, you did like your friend. You just didn’t know how to tell him.

“Y/N.” Ethan grumbled, lifting his head a fraction as he blinked sleepily. “What’s going…on?”

“Hey, Sleepy.” You smiled down at him, then squeaked when he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you under the covers next to him, his head moving to rest on your stomach. “E, what the—”

“Just go to sleep, please.” He grumbled, voice drowsy. “Need your…” he trailed off and your face flushed, but you made yourself comfortable, resting a hand against his head as you relaxed, your eyes slowly closing.

“Come on.” Tara was urging, watching as you did your makeup and ignored her. “Just get together all ready I’m sick of this.”

“He’s my friend, Tare.” You argued, raising a brow at her in the vanity mirror. “It’s not like that.”

“Really?” She asked, flouncing over. “Because I heard that Chad says he likes you.”

“Chad likes me?” You asked, confused, and Tara rolled her eyes.

“No dumbass. Ethan likes you.”

You blinked at her for a moment before shaking your head.

“I call bullshit.”

“What kind of friends nap together all the time?” She pushed, approaching to crouch on the floor beside you, crossing her arms and resting them on your legs. “I mean—come on. Come on. The boy can’t keep his hands off you.”

“That’s bull—” your phone rang and you both jumped. You reached out but Tara grabbed it first and you yelped, diving for the brunette as she giggled and ran, answering the call.

“Hey Sleepy.” She cooed, reading off Ethan’s contact name. She shot you a wink as your face burned. “What’s—” she paused. Then she looked at you, a curious expression on her face. “Yeah, yeah. She’s here, hold on.” Tara passed you the phone and you snatched it away, heartbeat quickening as you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N.” Ethan’s voice met your ear and you tensed. He sounded…sad? Distressed? “Can you come over? Please?”

“Why what happened?” You asked, already standing up. Screw it, you’d take your makeup wipes with you and remove your half-finished look. Tara was watching you, looking a bit worried, as she handed you your purse.

“I don’t know I just…can you just come?”

“Yeah. Yeah, E.” You said, listening to the phone click as you looked to Tara. “What did he say to you?”

“Nothing he—he kind of sounded like…like he was crying or something. All he said was ‘Tara, give me Y/N please.’” She paused. “Is he okay, or—?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry for leaving. Dunkin in the morning?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

So you left, going to Ethan’s dorm as fast as you could. You knew Chad was out with Mindy and Anika, and assumed that that’s why Ethan had called. But why did he sound so…upset?

You used your spare key that Ethan had made you to enter, knocking first, then pushed inside. When you got to Ethan’s room you saw him sitting with his head in his hands, but he soon looked up at you. His expression was pained and you felt a stab of anxiety run through you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, setting your stuff down as you moved to him, sitting down beside your friend.

“I um..” he trailed off, looking at you then away. “this is embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” You said, reaching out to rub his back. “Tell me what happened.” Baby. You’d almost called him baby at the end of that sentence. You were insanely glad that you hadn’t.

“I have night terrors.” He said after a weighted pause, his eyes shifting to yours. “I cant sleep sometimes. When I’m alone I—I just…I just toss and turn. Everything freaks me out I don’t like to be alone.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him.

“Night terrors? About what?”

“Well,” his face turned a shade of pink and he looked away. “well I was trying to go to bed and then I saw you and—” he paused, breath hitching, and you felt your chest tighten. “It’s fine. You’re here now, right? You’re fine.” He seemed to be trying to convince himself, his eyes darting across your face like he wasn’t sure this was real, and something in you cracked.

“Is that why you’re always so tired with me?” You asked, frowning. “Because you cant sleep alone?”

“No.” He said, and you stared at him in confusion, but he cut you off before you could speak. “I sleep with you because I feel…safe with you.” He seemed embarrassed again and glanced down at his hands. “I don’t feel comfortable with anyone else. Not like—not like you..” he sighed and blinked up at the ceiling, seeming to fight back a wince. “Im totally weirding you out right now, aren’t I.”

You watched him for a moment, contemplative, before you kicked off your shoes. He could only stare as you moved to the opposite side of his bed and shoved your shorts off, left in a huge t-shirt curtesy of Ethan himself.

“It’s not weird.” You said, slipping under the covers, and smacked the mattress next to you. He still stared, and you rolled your eyes. “Come on, E. Get in the bed.”

A hesitant laugh left him as he did so, climbing in beside you. It was muscle memory, at this point: your head on his chest, his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You felt his soft breaths on your hair as you settled, adjusting into the familiarity of his body as you rested.

“You know I care about you, right?” Ethan asked into the darkness, his thumb brushing soft strokes against your waist. “Like..more than anyone.”

You smiled against him.

“Are you saying you have a crush on me, Sleepy?” You teased, and he startled you by instantly saying, “Yeah”.

You sat up a bit, looking at him, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks had gone red. You brushed his hair away from his forehead and ran your fingers across his cheek, your head tilting.

“Then do something about it.” You whispered, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath you, before he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to yours.

Core Four

Chad: Y/N?

Chad: Y/N I know you’re getting these messages. I added you back to the groupchat a week ago.

Y/N: what do you want

Chad: my BOY over here says he’s going to his GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE TO WATCH A MOVIE

Chad: WHICH?? GIRLFRIEND???

Tara: WHAT

Mindy: Ew.

Y/N: he has a girlfriend?

Chad: …

Chad: it’s not you??? he just left the house like an hour ago

Y/N: why would you think it’s me??

Chad: BECAUSE

Tara: nooo my fave ship

Mindy: Thank God.

Y/N: *image*

Y/N: idk what movie he was planning on watching because this man is out like a fuckin light

Tara: AHHHHHHHHHHHJOANASKNKSN

Chad: WHAT THE HEEEEEELLLLLL🔥🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Mindy: I hate you all.

#ethan landry #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x reader #scream six #tara carpenter #Chad meeks Martin #mindy meeks martin #scream 6

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ham1lton · 6 days

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superstar.

pairings: oscar piastri x uni student!reader.

faceclaim: _jannah on ig!

summary: lando knows oscar is hiding something from him. he attempts to go on the hunt but unbeknownst to him, the truth is an open secret. he’s dating you, the incredibly smart, talented child prodigy.

— part five of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —

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liked by oscarpiastri, friend1 and 12,728 others.

yourusername: travelling is cool and all but i miss coming back to pepper. show jumping is my one true love. <3

friend1: babe omg where did you go?

->yourusername: internship in new york! very blessed and the pizzas were incredible.

user56: where is ur bf? miss his comments on ur vlogs.

-> yourusername: he’s working!! hopefully he can rejoin us again soon <3

user1: she’s living the life.

-> user7: being pretty, smart and athletic? that could have been me if bed rotting wasn’t so addictive.

-> user9: me if my mama didn’t perm my hair 😒

user2: oscar… babe 🤨 why are u in her likes…

-> user5: she has good study tips! maybe he’s into that content?

-> user2: girl i think he wanna do a different kind of studying w/ her if u get my drift…..

-> user5: ?? virtual or in person i’m confused…

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liked by yourbffname, logansargeant and 32,838 others.

yourusername: my two weeks off have been very productive as you can see.

yourbffname: omg is that *****

-> yourusername: you don’t have to censor him 😭

-> yourbffname: i don’t like typing men’s names. i’m allergic.

friend1: you look so pretty!!

user2: TWO WEEKS NO Y/N VLOG…. SHAKING FROM WITHDRAWAL…

-> yourusername: i’m coming back next week! <3

oscarpiastri: are you single?

-> yourusername: no.

-> oscarpiastri: damn.. i hope he dies.

-> yourusername: WHAT?!!

user7: not oscar flirting with y/n when she has a bf?

-> user27: he’s a homewrecker ew :/

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liked by landonorris, user76 and 1,288,929 others.

yourusername: date night <3

photo creds — oscarpiastri

user12: not oscar third wheeling? 😭

-> oscarpiastri: use ur critical thinking skills. thanks. 👍🏻

user3: MORE BF VLOGS? 😁

-> yourusername: he said yes 😍‼️

user6: being a gorgeous show jumping debate president who studies at a top ten university on a full scholarship with a hot formula one driver bf? i’m so jealous!!

-> user9: real 😩 living vicariously through her

user90: oscarpiastri have you met pepper the horse yet?

-> oscarpiastri: i have. she loves me.

-> yourusername: only because you bribe her with apples and she loves apples. he classically conditioned her.

logansargeant: NOOOO THE SECRET IS OUT…. lando was going to get me a car next….

landonorris: if i buy you a car yourusername will you tell me all of oscar’s embarrassing stories?

-> yourusername: i am very loyal. i will not sell out so easily…

-> yourusername: but… just for curiosity sake. what car?

-> oscarpiastri: NO 😟😰

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cutecatlov3r · 9 months

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my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

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keyotos · 10 months

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disgusting

summary ⎯ after a long day, all you want to do is relax with your boyfriend.

tags ⎯ gn!reader. tooth-rotting fluff. ONE minor innuendo. basically alhaitham is in love.

tana's words ⎯ hi guys sorry for the mini hiatus but i'm bored and i am going to write this very quick and very simple drabble just bc

"why do they always have to run?" you complain as you settle onto the couch that alhaitham was quietly reading on. "i mean, it's never gonna do anything. like, we are the matra. we can catch up to you at any second, but noooo, running will most definitely allow you to evade us," sarcasm dripped from your voice.

alhaitham puts down his book and turns his attention towards you. earlier that night, when you arrived home, you barely even greeted him. now, alhaitham is not one to get clingy due to the fact that you didn't greet him with as much affection as usual, but he was missing you quite a bit (not that he'd ever let you know that), so he was concerned.

the affection you had given him prior tonight was a chaste kiss on the lips. it wasn't much, but it still meant a lot to him, whether he showed it or not. tonight, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. ridiculous, alhaitham is well aware, but it still raised some concern within him. your actions meant you probably had a stressful day, which made alhaitham want to know more.

when did he start finding himself enthralled with your very essence? there was no switch to define when his feels for you developed to more than just friends. only a heavy beating in his heart when he was around you. only a feeling of airiness in his chest when he spoke to you.

"what happened today?" alhaitham asked calmly, being the complete opposite to your frazzled antics while describing your hectic day. to help you relax, he began to rub his hands up and down your thigh. you melted into his touch instantly, letting out a deep breath.

"oh you know. the usual research fraud. wasn't even that bad actually. he was probably going to get like, what, two months of suspension and eight months of community service? better fate than most. but instead of surrendering, he chose to run all the way from sumeru city to gandharva ville!" you ranted, throwing your hands in the air to indicate your frustrations. "and he even tried to hide. from the matra. from me! like, you're cornered like a deer here, might as well surrender and make it easier for everyone else."

you rubbed the thigh that didn't occupy alhaitham's hand, "also, i'm sore as hell. all that running from sumeru city to gandharva ville and then all the way back has me spent. i feel like i'm not gonna be able to walk for days."

alhaitham lightly scoffed in response. you were tough, one of the matra's best at that. alhaitham could also think of instances where you couldn't walk, yet pulled through for the next day (ignoring his advice to stay home). however, he wasn't going to comment about that at the moment.

his gaze never left you the entire time. alhaitham was so incredibly focused on your face, studying you and focusing on you like a researcher would, hoping to never let something as brilliant as you go. his eyes traced the movement of your mouth every time you groaned; the way you squeezed your eyes shut when you raved about another frustration; the way your hands moved sporadically through the air.

again, when did go from simply observing you to essentially admiring your every move? and why is it so easy to do so?

"hey," you dragged out the word and poked his cheek. "were you even listening to me? or were you just gawking at me?"

alhaitham is snapped out of his daze, refocusing back on your words. well, he was always focused on your words. just not at this moment. "of course i was listening," alhaitham rolls his eyes teasingly, "if he ran all the way to gandharva ville, maybe he had more to hide. why else would he go through all the trouble? or maybe your face scared him so much he felt he had to run far, far away."

you rolled your eyes, "very funny, acting grand sage. are you trying to get involved in matra business now?"

"quite the contrary," alhaitham countered, "just wanted to get involved in my partner's life. is that a crime?"

"yes," you replied instantaneously. "you'll be arrested now. hope you know that you're getting the life sentence," you grinned, grabbing his wrists and placing them by your hips. you were caged underneath him, smiling wide as ever.

alhaitham finds it hard to not smile back at your antics. most of the time, he tried to keep a stoic composure to keep people away and hide his intentions. but with you, he finds that it all melts away, leaving it only you and him and nothing but bliss.

you were the first to break the silence, "so... were you actually listening to me or were you just making inferences based on what i was saying earlier?" your voice was nothing above a whisper, letting it be known that it was only you and him in the house.

"'course i was listening to you," his voice matched your soft tone, words filled with sincerity and admiration, "how could i not with a voice as sweet as yours?"

and that's when you lose it. you lose it for two reasons: alhaitham was teasing you and you knew that during your entire rant you sounded anything but sweet. malice and exasperation flowed through you as you spoke about today's events. alhaitham was simply pulling your leg, the bastard.

but, that did prove that he was listening. only he would be able to distinct the way your words moved through the air, tainting it with annoyance and irritation. only he would know.

you shoved alhaitham off of you, sending him back to the other side of the couch. "you're disgusting!" you giggled and shoved his shoulder, "i've had enough of you. i'm going to bed," you grabbed a pillow from the couch and shoved your face in it, hoping that alhaitham wouldn't be able to see your blush.

but of course, alhaitham sees through you yet again. "okay. i'll see you soon," he picked up his book and continued to read, knowing that you'd be next to him in a matter of seconds. if you weren't in the matra, you would have had a fulfilling career as a researcher with your curiosity.

"what are you reading?" you rest your head on his shoulder, peering at the pages. you let the pillow that you were holding go, now discarded to the side as you moved towards your boyfriend.

alhaitham closed the book to show you the title, which you read out loud, "remarkably bright creatures. taking a break from nonfiction?" you turned your head to look at him. that feeling alhaitham had in the beginning of your relationship came back, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. no matter how many years you two have been together, alhaitham thinks that he will never be able to shake off the feeling of being in love with you.

"needed to replenish my pallet," he shrugged simply. his vagueness made you even more curiouser, alhaitham's goal in the first place. you could chalk this up to him trying to engage your interests again, but really, alhaitham just wanted your affection. as stupid as it sounds, alhaitham is a man who (at the end of the day) just wants his partner's touch.

you let out a hum and move closer towards him. you had your knees raised up to your chest, reading the words alongside him. your arms were touching, your head almost leaned onto his shoulder.

once you found yourself fascinated enough with the novel, alhaitham took this as his chance to get you closer. he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, now so close that he could feel the air exhale from your nose. you, too distracted from the words in front of you, didn't seem to pay any mind.

"'as a general rule, i like holes,'" alhaitham began to read from the book, causing you to subvert your gaze towards his face, "'a hole at the top of my tank gives me freedom. but i do not like the hole in her heart. she only has one, not three, like me. tova’s heart. i will do everything i can to help her fill it.'”

"you know," your fingers dance along the bicep that you've curled under, "this octopus reminds me of a certain someone. impassive on the outside, yet he cares about others on the inside."

"comparing me to a sea animal now? i'm surprised you've hit a new low," alhaitham teases you. he accepts your compliment by kissing you on your jaw.

"shut up!" you swat at the same bicep you were just relaxed under, "if i was really comparing you to a sea creature, you'd be a sea lion. cute on the outside, but horrible on the inside," you exaggerated.

alhaitham smirks, "you think i'm cute?"

you immediately notice where you've went wrong. you can't hide your flustered expression from alhaitham this time. you wouldn't be surprised if the bastard planned this. "i also said you were horrible."

"but you also said i was cute," he retorted as if he was boasting.

"emphasis on was. maybe not anymore," you couldn't help but smile at your response.

alhaitham pressed a kiss to your temple, "really? not at all?" he raised an eyebrow as he looked down into your eyes. they say eyes are the window to the soul, and alhaitham is one to think that it is true. he didn't really believe it before he met you, but now, everytime alhaitham looks at you it's as if he can understand everything you're trying to say based on one gaze.

alhaitham was already leaning forward when you decided to kiss him, like he knew that it was coming. cocky, you wanted to think. but you know that's not the truth.

alhaitham knows you so well that it's disgustingly endearing.

hi guys!! sorry i've been away for so long. my writer's block has been so bad and it also doesn't help that i've began my six-week volunteer program as well as other work. i'll try to regulate updates to be asap, but i still dk bc of my crazy schedule. hopefully i'll be able to update more often, but until then!

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #al haitham x reader #alhaitham fluff #tell a friend to tell a friend... SHES BACKKKKKK #for now at least idk my schedule is hella wild rn #i hope i got his character right bc im fairly new to writing abt genshin #haven't played that game since 2021

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Could we have octoville reaction to octo merchild misbehaving like attempting to beat them up , trying to escape, thrashing in their arms , and even biting , and even cussing them out and giving the middle finger

Yandere Octorio x Octo Mer Child reader

Children get fussy that’s just a known fact. Even the cruelest and most coldhearted know that children are slaves to their unhinged emotions which can be kicked off by the absence of a nap, not being given their dinosaur nuggies, or not getting to play longer. But only the best guardians know how to handle these kinds of behavior at the very least eliminate the ones that cause it:

Azul Ashengrotto

More than anyone Azul has the greatest authority over you so he claims

You are the mini to his mega octopus status

So when he says your going back to your tank

Your going back to your tank

“Nooooo!”

“Let him go, (Y/n). It’s time to go!”

“Noooooo!”

He didn’t mind that you were getting cozy in Scarabia

It meant getting to keep an eye on Jamil

Kalim was perfect for keeping up with your energy

But Azul notices how your skin gets dry or how sluggish you are returning

You’re not just tired…you’re drying out

On a deeper level, Jade’s discovered that your hybrid status has you needing things a mini octopus needs

You have an extremely thin phlegm that keeps you from drying out

And drinking water is part of it

But with heat like Scarabia’s its best if you spend at least two hours in some actual water

Letting the water give you oxygen through your skin

But for whatever reason, you don’t want to do that

Annoyed with how much time is taken away with putting on and taking off the bathing suit

And the way Jamil demands you sit on the scratchy towels so you don’t make everywhere wet

“Nooooooo! Rgh! Noooo!”

With Kalim’s push, you’ll leave Scarabia

But when you return to Octavinelle Azul gives you some guidelines about going

And when you refuse he thinks aloud about not letting you go at all

he's mostly joking maybe not

And that sets you off

In the middle of the Monstro lounge your flailing, crying causing a huge scene

And like a struggling single mom that’s just trying to wrangle her kid, He’s straining as he pulls you into his office

Away from the invasive stares and curious looks of patrons

When he’s in there he pushes you in your mini tank clipping on the hole-filled top

Which doesn’t move at all despite your little tentacles pulling and banging on the glass

He’ll start working on contracts, counting bills, studying all while ignoring your little tantrum

He waits until it stops, sleeping in your little hidey-hole

Then He cries

Reduced to his baby octopus days he tries to remind himself that his baby just doesn’t want to listen

Not that you really hate him for stopping you from hanging out with someone more fun than him

All the parenting books couldn’t prepare him for this

But when you awake still willing to wrap your little tentacles around his fingers he gains confidence again

“(Y/n)...how about we make a little contract, okay? Just something promising me you’ll always come back, okay?”

“Mmmm okay.”

Jade Leech

“(Y/n) did you hear me? I said you can’t eat these. (Y/n)? Look at me, do you understand?”

You were being a little toad

Pouting and turning away after Jade didn’t let you eat one of the mushrooms he was dissecting

Some may say that previously working on edible mushrooms and giving one to you every other time may have conditioned you to expect it but whatever

You’ve squatted down low and plopped on the cold floor of his club room

Refusing to look at him with your little noises of refusal

He doesn’t mind being ignored…he knows you’ll forget anyway

But what he does have a problem with is when he turns away you’re reaching your tubby hand into his work station

He snatches your little hand using this closeness to grill it into you to listen

“(Y/n). Look at me.”

“Mmmm!”

“(Y/n).”

“Mmm!”

“Fine, then you're going to your tank.”

“Noooooo!”

“Yes.”

He’s dragging you or rather carrying you to your tank

And as he shut whoever’s door to put you away he hears something mumbled under your breath that sets him off

“-old fish. S-upid klunt!”

“...What did you just say?”

He turns his head like those dolls in horror movies

He gets that you were trying to say something else and he will hunt down who you got that from later but for now he’s bringing the hammer down

No one knows what happens when you're being particularly naughty

The best equivalent for what happens is that he commits to emotionally spanking you

a single look portrays that you're in for it

Talking you down until your begging for forgiveness while you nuzzle against his pant leg

He becomes that parent that you know to behave around

And its Azul who uses the most

“I’m going to tell Jade when he gets home!”

“No no! I sorry! No, please don’t tell!”

But in the end Jade is always willing to forgive you

Always willing to genuinely smile as you tearfully apologize before even being reprimanded

“Aww that’s my good octopus, I’m not angry no no no…I was just disappointed…but you did so well to apologize, good job.”

Floyd Leech

“Eh?! Octobaby hasn’t had their nap yet? Ohhh so that’s why you're so snippy!”

He’s down to play with you but he knows it’s a nightmare when your hungry or tired

He knows right now you need a nap

Even if he has to force you to take one

Now Jade says he can’t strangle you to sleep because you're just too fragile

So he just has to lock you in your tank, play your music, and make sure no one interrupts

That’s who he’s allowed to strangle

Even when you’re biting and thrashing in his hold

To be honest he hardly notices

Until your little pincers actually prick him some

“Did you just…bite me…?”

“...n-no..”

“Yes, you did.”

“I-i sorry. I sorry!”

His silence speaks loudest

He’s angry

It just won’t be at you

He’s oddly nurturing putting you to sleep

Then he’s raging at everyone who gets in his way

“Who. The. Heck. Made them miss their nap?!”

He’s not letting anyone hurt you let alone ruin your schedule

There is a schedule for how they take care of you

He actually is really vigilant about it

So he is livid when others come and mess with that

“Octobaby bit me today…”

“Oh did you reprimand them?”

“Nope did it themselves! Besides it was the cutest little prick, if they weren’t acting out I’d want them to do it again!”

#platonic yandere octorio #yandere octorio #yandere platonic #yandere platonic twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere floyd leech #yandere jade #yandere tweels #yandere platonic tweels #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst x child reader #yanderes x child reader

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dairy-farmer · 28 days

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Was thinking of how to Neat and satisfying "Pathetic and Needy Fuck" Bruce? And?

:Dc I may be a Genius? >:Dc

☆~Time Travel~☆

Specifically? Tim.

See, things continue to degrade. Like in most comics. Bruce gets meaner, more unhinged, more paranoid. Alienates his family, one after another, with his bullshit. Tim holding on because he started by trying to fix this Fuck Up and he's GOING to finish the job.

Only?

It gets to a point where he's realized the are in a Bad Timeline. Good people disappearing or dropping like flies, and the Justice Lords(evil Justice League) just a breathe away from happening.

He realizes? He COULD have fixed this. Yeah. Bruce WAS fixable. But TIM was too young and inexperienced to be able to truely help, during the time period when it would have made a difference. It's too late now.

Well, shit.

So he steals a Time Travel device, one way, from the Watchtower and goes to ground. Predictably, without him? It all finally goes to shit. But he really was only delaying the inevitable.

He studies what he needs to do.

Figures out how to Handle Bruce(tm). And? Realizes? That Bruce was always the most stable and reasonable... when "in a relationship". But... Tim ALSO knows EXACTLY how each of those relationships ENDED.

In trainwrecks. That left Bruce WORSE then before.

He needs somebody that... won't...

Huh.

He considers the logistics. After all, he's not above taking one for the team.

Bruce needs SOMEONE to obsess over. Get his "companionship needs" from. Take on excessively researched dates and buy bizarrely specific gifts for. And it can't be someone who contradicts The Mission, like Talia or Selina. Harvey or Ghost Maker.

He can do that.

So, acting before the now corrupted Justice whatever-they-call-themselves find him, he picks up the device and uses it. Time to erase this time line. Sorry, everyone.

Aaaaaand.....

He is short, perky, and freshly Robin again.

And Bruce is a messy bitch. A depressed, depressed, messy bitch. Mean and lashing out, too. But hilariously soft compared to how cruel he GETS. Tim starts with bringing him coffee. Snacks, healthy of course. Information for the cases he's working on.

Oh, isn't he HELPFUL? Can you teach him how to massage and stretch muscles? To keep his body in peek health, of course. Robin has to be flexible, like Dick. Say, can you review his technique? He's learned how to massage a bit. Just your hand. Then maybe your arm. WOW your shoulders are tense!

Little by little. Unnoticed because Bruce doesn't want a Robin, tries to ignore him. Misses things because he does, as Tim buries himself deeper into Bruce's life. Weather getting warmer! Shorts and thigh highs, since the cave can be cold. Mid drifts for work out. Pants just a bit too big, so they slip low.

Having long since used his parents name and card to by stretching toys. Plugs and dildos, that he diligently works into himself, starting from barely anything to something almost as thick as Bruce, over weeks. Every night now, making sure to keep himself just loose enough to take it. To feel good.

The tedious work he goes through for this man, he swears. At least THIS feels good. Full.

He has full memory of cases that haven't even happened yet. Makes SURE to be there, conveniently stretched, for the bust of the "unknown drug" ring that turns out to be knock-off Pollen. Oh noooo! Bruce, that thug threw a bag at him! He's covered in powder!

He definitely doesn't smile, as Bruce discovers first hand, that though less effective? Whatever they changed, also means the Bat counter-agent is rendered useless.

Oh how distressing! He is virginal and distressed, Bruce! His bits are all wet and feeling WEIRD~! He informs his quickly starting to panic Mentor.

Bruce drags him through a shower, stripping their contaminated uniforms. Is shaking. Hard. And Tim? COULD be nice. He truely could. Could ignore the uncontrollable and let Bruce keep his safe little bubble. His distance.

But he's seen where THAT leads, so that won't be happening.

He begins to "helplessly" rub at his clit. Rock his hips against his hand like he has no idea what to do with himself. Lean against Bruce's side like his legs are weak. Whimper and pant. Oh no, Bruce, what ever will you do? Look how distressed he is~!

Bruce folds almost immediately. Sliding to his knees. Dragging him into a needy, consuming kiss. Thick, calloused fingers are rubbing him. Sliding in to eagerly fuck his little hole. Guided down under the streams of water to Bruce's lap. To be dragged down onto his desperate cock. Fucked on the showers floor.

It's hard to breathe, with the water spraying down, dripping into his face. But Bruce is finally pounding into him. Grunting and moaning as he batters Tim insides. Tim desperately teasing his own clit.

He doesn't even ask, slamming deep and folding forward like he's collapsing into Tim. Chanting his name in needy little gasp. Hips twitching as he pumps his load deep into Tim's body. Tim didn't even get to get off. He keeps rubbing til he dies.

It changes EVERYTHING.

Tim knew it would.

Bruce can never be normal about fucking someone. Now, his hands linger. He pays attention. Pulls Tim into his lap. Stares and pants after him. Desperate for another go. For more.

Tim can use it as rewards. Does.

Talk to your coworkers, you get to hit it. Actually mentor me, get to finger me tonight. Want to go down on me, you thirsty bastard? Use your big boy words. Want to bend me over and rail me? Finish the reports on your desk. So on and so on.

He can sit on Bruce's face for hours and let him lick and suck Tim sloppy. Ride him in his office chair. Keep his cock warm all day. But Bruce has to EARN it. And dear lord will he move mountain to do what it takes. Lick Tim's boots, take his abuse, be USED by him if that's what he wants. Just fuck him.

Good thing Tim's here to fix this mess. Even if that means spending Saturdays with his legs thrown over Bruce's shoulders, letting him eat him out as a reward. Ehh, he can be trained. Tim has time. And if it all goes to shit? He can do it again.

Now be good, Bruce, and fuck him harder.

-🐼🐼🐼

bruce being unable to be normal over someone he's fucked is sooo good ❤️❤️❤️ and tim using that as bartering tool to get bruce to behave 😍😍😍!!!

#answered asks #anonymous #asks

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keirawantstocry · 3 months

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Hi, jay, can I request morning crew being witches(I just really like witches) (I miss both them and witchcraft SMP)

them using different spheres of magic and having hard time combining them, also bitching about each other choices

Kissing you on the mouth /p ofc you can

Okay ive spent the last few minutes scouring the witchcraft smp wiki to see what vibes you’re most likely looking for and i will now make an attempt :)

there is some shenanigans altho im not sure how close this is to what you were thinking considering theres so many ways to address witchcraft but i hope you enjoy anyway <3

It was no surprise to anyone that Tubbo was a nature witch, it was something everyone had expected. And to a certain degree they understood that he was going to use those powers to do some weird building shit. But holy hell.

“Actually what the fuck is this,” Fit proclaimed, his hands on his hips as he studied Tubbo’s new creation. There were plants twirling up around dirt in the shape of what seemed to be machinery? It was massive, expanding across nearly a mile of land.

“Well, I’m not sure what I’m going to call it yet but it’s a lot like a Create machine-”

Pac and Fit groaned in unison. “You are your Create machines,” Pac said through a laugh. “Seriously what is it?”

“They’re cool!” Tubbo exclaimed. “What do you want from me! What are you two doing with your magic??”

“Uh, nothing?” Fit said while Tubbo gaped at him.

“Please do not tell me that you have the power and ability to control electricity and you aren’t using it to build a single machine or anything.”

Fit stared at him. The seconds ticked by as they just stared at each other.

“Holy shit,” Tubbo said quietly. “You are so fucking boring.”

“Hey!”

Pac laughed loudly. “I mean, Fitch, he kind of has a point.”

Fit whirled on him. “Oh yeah sure okay, what have you done with your healing magic?”

Pac’s eyebrows dipped down in confusion. “I’m healing people, what are you talking about? There’s nothing else to do!”

“Actually, I’m sure you could probably find a way to harness that power and put it into a Create-”

“Noooo,” Pac howled, dropping down to the ground and slapping his hands over his face. “Not with the Create mod again. Tubbo please. Bom deus!”

It was Fit’s turn to laugh. “Not so funny now huh? When he’s on your ass about your magic?”

“Shut up, Fitchie,” Pac muttered into his hands. “Shut up.”

#poly morning crew #qsmp #qsmp tubbo #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pactw #my writing #fic requests #qtubbo-is-not-fine

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theemporium · 8 months

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sugar daddy Carlos noticing that you’re quietly pulling away from him and he’s growing more worried and mentions it to Charles who shows him how some f1 fan accounts and tifosi have been calling you a gold digger and saying that he deserves better

he can’t lose you again. He knows that this is one of your biggest fears. You studied hard and work even harder. You have a kind soul and most of his money that you spend is towards charity. Yet these people label you as a gold digger when he has to practically beg you to let him buy you new shoes when yours wear out.

my man’s is PANICKING

NOOOO BABY😭😭😭😭

the way you find him kinda sitting on the edge of your bed, tense and leg shaking and when you call his name, he lifts his head and his eyes are all glossy

and he’s just relieved you came back home because for a second he thought you’d run off again, that you wouldn’t think he was worth all of this drama and hate

and the way he would literally engulf you in a hug, mumbling how he loves you and how he doesn’t want to lose you because of the horrible stuff people say about you

he just wants to spoil you rotten like you deserve and he doesn’t want some strangers from the internet making him lose you again😭

#cece answers #sugar daddy!carlos #carlos.thots

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propertyofkylar · 6 months

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If you're still looking for Whitney prompts what about him being soft and caring for a fem!Pc who's on their period. If you're ok with writing something like that of course.

noooo i love this!!! any soft whitney is…hngh…

cw: menstruation

The entire day at school, all you could think about was going back to the orphanage, taking a hot bath and then lying in bed the rest of the day. Your period was especially nasty today but the nurse wouldn’t hand over the strong painkillers, so you were going it alone.

You were hoping to sneak out with ease, but luck could never be on your side, so naturally Whitney was right there outside the school.

You groaned, your arms wrapped around yourself, and before Whitney could get a word out, you told him “I’m on my period, don’t even bother.”

“I’m not scared of a bit of blood,” Whitney said, but his eyes widened a little as he examined your form. “Damn, slut. You really look like shit.”

You forced a smile. “Thanks. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

But you didn’t get far as Whitney had taken a hold of your wrist. You felt anxiety course through your body. What was he going to do?

"Whitney..." you began hesitantly, but he shook his head.

"You really think that shithole you call a home is going to be any good? No. Come on, slut. Let's go," he began walking away with you, and since you knew better than to protest, you went along with it.

He walked you back to his home and swiftly took you up to his room. "Lay down," he commanded, so you kicked off your shoes and settled in his bed. He peered over you with a slight frown on his face. You got the distinct feeling he was studying you. "Okay. Wait here, slut."

He turned on his heel and hesitated a moment before snatching one of his plushies and marching out of the room.

You had not stopped feeling confused by Whitney since he declared himself your boyfriend one day, and those feelings honestly had only grown stronger since. So, you laid in his bed (way softer than the orphanage) and tried to get comfortable.

You were started to doze off when the door opened again and you sat up slightly. Whitney was standing there clutching a plush in one hand and a mug in the other. He placed the toy on your stomach and you were surprised to feel heat radiating off it.

"It has a microwavable heating pad inside," Whitney explained, handing you the warm mug. You breathed in deeply. Peppermint tea. You took a small sip and the taste made you smile.

"Thank you," you said softly, looking up at Whitney. His face flushed and he suddenly seemed unable to look you in the eye.

"Whatever," he mumbled. "Just didn't want to hear you bitching about cramps or whatever."

You chose not to point out that you had actually been trying to avoid him, taking another sip of the tea instead.

He sighed and climbed next to you in his bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Now you were the one blushing.

"Slut in my bed and not even for fucking," Whitney groaned. "What's gotten into me?"

You giggled, poking him in the side. "Maybe you've gone soft."

"Whatever," he said again, wrapping his other arm around your front so he was pressing the heated plush against your abdomen. "Enjoy it while it lasts. I'm going to sit here and think of all the ways you can repay me once you're off the rag."

You closed your eyes and smiled.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #whitney the bully #dol whitney #writing #cw menstruation #my Friend. My Dear Brother In Whitney. i felt like you needed this today #so i got my act together and finally finished it after sitting in drafts for days #ooc whitney? who cares. this is my fic and my world. you can all deal with it

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bajablastflavoredsaxreed · 2 months

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hello i have Some Thoughts about the newest magp episode

spoilers under the cut 👁️

statement was good :). didn’t give me the same spooks as the others so far but horror is so personal there’s gonna be some that don’t sit with you

i will only give up the tma fear system if jonathan sims himself pries it from my cold dead hands so for this one i feel like it was a blend of like

spiral lonely flesh stranger (maybe some vast)

also girl. that is NOT how u write an essay lmao. she rly was like ☺️ i don’t have any research 😌 but (tells the most horrifying thing that has happened in her life) 😊 i think this will be valuable to study

another norris episode-nothing specifically “martin” abt this one for the theory that they put em in the puter

oh MAN they are not shying away from TMA in this one. gerard keay is a PAINTER who lives with his GRANDMA GERTRUDE ROBINSON whom he refers to as GG! Celia is on a PODCAST with someone named GEORGIE! speaking of celia-alternate realities? time travel? i’m picking up what they are putting down i believe

sam is so in love with celia it’s sickening. rusty quill and starkid rly know how to get me invested in straight ppl

also gwen and alice had BETTER kiss one of these days. like at first i wasn’t rly feeling it. but you can only hate someone so much before it’s just a passionate relationship (eg: batman and joker)

also noooo colin 😔 10£ say he’s trapped in his flat by worms (i love tma season one with all my heart)

also klaus is an anagram for ‘lukas’ and since gerry keay is living with gertrude in london im not taking ANY chances with this show. if peter lukas shows up not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the sole purpose of being able to skip all the parts where he is amentioned or alive

also i love the sound design in this - rly captures the feeling that we are listening to something we are not supposed to. like..security cameras and phones have replaced tape recorders and that makes it feel a lot scarier bc i do not have a tape recorder but i am surrounded by tech 24/7

so excited to see where this goes, especially w what we know from the arg

#tmagp #tmagp 8 #baja’s blasting #the magnus protocol #long post #tmagp spoilers #samama khalid #alice dyer #gwen bouchard

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jb2856 · 1 year

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Yours, Forever.

Din Djarin x afab! Reader

Ok this was a birth child of me taking an edible and writing some random shit down. I’m supposed to be sleeping instead bc I work early the next morning. But instead I wrote this in one take, edited a single time. Allll while🍃. Somehow I hope someone enjoys ✌🏻

Use of you/you’re , descriptions of fem body for Reader, use of Y/N. No other descriptors for reader

18+ please noooo minorsssss, m&f sex, no condom(please be responsible peopleeeee), fluffffyish, loooooveee, internalized thoughts, “this is the way” ifykwim *wink wink

You shiver as his hands caress and worship your body, you bite your plump lower lip, your eyes gazing down at your lover. Your Lover.

That’s what he is now.

Would you be more…could you be?

You know of a custom within Dins specific covert, he had explained it to you once. This custom is that when you commit to someone for life, that and only then, is when you remove your helmet in front of someone. Any other occasion would mean you are Mandalorian no longer.

You only dream of it every night, as you sleep in his bed. You had both been through so much, you’d bonded immensely through the efforts…the fights. You can’t imagine not having him in your life….moving forward. You see nothing clearly without him. And you anchor Din.

One of his large hands slithers up your middle, starting from your navel, brushing past your ribs and catching at the smooth rounded peak of your right breast. His clever fingers, deliciously constricting your sensitive nipple.

You gasp out quietly, “Din.” Your hands come to rest over his head, sighing quickly out of frustration. Wanting nothing more than to run your hands through his hair, instead you get cold, uninviting Beskar.

What it’s like to not feel him. It’s torture.

You hear his raspy chuckle through his helm, your eyes quickly flit to when his would be, “it’s not funny.” You say rather petulantly. His ungloved hand removes itself from your tit, the cold of the beskar fating as his head lifts as he straightens his muscled back. He’s on his knees now, towering above you practically naked. Only clad in his tight, tented boxer briefs and his helmet. You’re resting on your ass, knees slightly bent from where you both had previously been, hands splayed behind you. His hands are just…dangling at his sides, he’s studying you.

“I’m sorry Mesh’la,” he whispers as his hands come up to cradle your cheeks. “I know you want to touch.” You nod, eyes darting away and slowly returning. Giving him a small compassionate smile, you nod slightly once more, understanding.

He wants you to touch him and see him, just as much as you want to.

He gently nudged you back, your back meeting the soft sheets below you. His hand resumes its exploration, this time lowering a path from your stiff peak down to your navel. Your breaths labor as his thick fingers slowly trail from the cleft of your wet heat down to your soaked hole, he pushes his finger slowly in, teasing. “Fuck.” You gasp, “More.”

Slowly he pleasures you, never quite letting you reach your high. Frustrated still you reach your smaller hand toward his hard length confined in his underclothes. That has him grunting, urging you on. His hips shifting slightly, in tandem with your movements. You want him so bad. And not just in this moment, you want him forever. You can’t fathom the thought of him with another being. He was yours, forever. You were his, forever.

Din grabs himself in hand, stroking. He leans forward, placing the head of his cock at your weeping entrance, sliding through your folds and spreading your slick arousal. Your eyes gaze at the T of his visor, you know he’s gazing back. Slowly he pushes in, your jaw dropping in a silent moan. It’s always breathtaking when he enters at first, never quite used to his size.

“Y/n.” He sputters, as he sinks to the hilt. He spends a second inside you before he moves, both of your chests heaving from anticipation. Something feels different. You reach a hand up and splay it on his chest, over his heart. He lowers his head and your foreheads meet softly in a keldabe kiss. He’s hesitating.

“It’s okay Din.” His head shakes against yours, it’s minutes before he moves.

“I want to show you.” Your eyes widen, and you pull away slightly to look at him more fully. He wants to…show you? His face?

“Din…” Speechless, you watch as he grabs your hands in his, placing them on the side of his helmet. “I…are you sure?” Your eyes are full of awe, but a simmering concern for him, for his creed creeps in. You know what it means to him. What it would technically mean for …you. Marriage. You’ve never directly discussed it, you’d both ignored the feelings for so long you never thought…

“I am.” He says calmly. He shifts out of you once, and thrusts back in deeply, making you gasp audibly. He begins a steady pace while moving your hands around the helmet slowly up. First you see his strong chin, sparse stubble covered his jaw, a patch of bare skin you want to place a kiss at. Then his plump lips, so soft and kissable. His mustache appears, then his strong nose, and his eyes. Brown. Deep, inviting. Beautiful. Lastly his mop of dark brown hair is free, unruly curls lick his sweaty forehead.

You throw his helmet to the side, unceremoniously.

Tears spring to your eyes, you lips start to wobble. “Oh Din.” You sigh lovingly. “I love you so much.” A tear escapes, tracking down your face. “You’re everything I imagined, and more.”

His own eyes, softly, lovingly, look back into yours. His own tears escaping. “Y/n.” Still inside you, he shifts again thrusting into you deeply. You both moan out. Din leans down capturing your lips in his, chaste at first, deepening as his thrusts pick up pace, tongue melding.

You’d never thought you would ever have this. This has to be a dream.

You become aware of your hands, moving up his back. Your fingers finally, threading through his curls. You tug as he continues to fuck you deeply. He emits a guttural moan, running deeply through his chest.

Suddenly rising on his knees, taking the back of your knees in his palms, he’s bending you forward. His thrusts get deeper, and he’s hitting a spot deep inside you you’d never felt before. It isn’t long before you are crying out in bliss, lips wide, a whining moan escaping your throat. “Din!”

“Fuck.” He grunts, “You’re squeezing me so tight cyar’ika.” He’s panting, holding himself back from overstimulating you.

Your gasping breaths prevent you from speaking, but you manage a raspy, “it’s okay, fuck me Din.” Your hands are scraping against his strong back and shoulders.

His lungs collapse with a breath he had been holding back, he leans down quickly kissing you deeply. His hands slowly drag back down your leg and he’s shifting your postion.

“Hands and knees,” he mutters.

From this angle he’s hitting so deep you feel it in your stomach, your hands are backed in front of you as his hips smack yours from behind. Your back is arching in pleasure.

“Oh fuck…” you whimper.

His breath is quickening, his deep but quiet moans escaping frequently. “M’close.” You hear from behind you.

You start grinding into his thrusts, squeezing him tightly. His big hand cups you between your thighs, and he brings you to your second high. That has Din’s hips stuttering, grinding deep as he comes. You moan at the feeling of his warmth spreading inside your walls.

He leans forward, laying some of his weight atop you, your body having collapsed in his decent. He rests his sweaty forehead against your back, between your shoulder blades. You’re both panting, sweaty, and sated. Basking in your feelings.

Love is a powerful thing, and you’re glad to have this man to wield yours.

“I love you.” You whisper, exhausted. Your eyes are a losing battle to stay open.

“I love you…eternally.” He whispers on your ear after shifting you to your side and covering your back. “Sleep now….ner riduur.”

The last thing you remember thinking, with a tired smile, before shifting off into a deep sleep is….Wife.

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Ok goodnight 😴

Whether you liked it or not, go ahead and give me some feedback, if y’a want. It would be much appreciated! Constructive criticism is great! 🫣

Give me a reblog pretty please if you DO like it. 🥹

#din djarin x female reader #din djarin x you #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x y/n #din djarin x reader #star wars #pedro pascal

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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i need comphet!abby to see me for the first time and then immediately start questioning her sexuality🤞🏼

no ur so real for this.

bc abby has kinda always sorta thought girls were pretty, but didn't everyone do that? n anyways, she dated Owen for like forever so didn't that mean something? (hint hint, it meant comphet)

but then she n Owen broke up n she tried not to think about girls n boys for a while. and then she saw u. it happened when she went to the library to try n study (bc Manny had a girl back at their place n they cannot be quiet for the life of them. get it Manny <3).

she's heading to the basement area bc it's group study n the ambient noise helps her zone in, so she sits at one of the long middle tables n then she hears. the prettiest voice ever. n she looks up n ur scolding ur friends for procrastinating for so long, but ur already pulling up resources n helping them however u can. u n ur friend are sitting at one of the booths, n ur wearing a cute lil dress so abby can see ur soft thighs n ur curves n oh my god okay it's fine this is fine abby just focus. but she can't! she gets like noooo work done bc she can't stop looking over at u. n she's not subtle about it either, so ur friend notices n is like hey girlie, that incredibly hot buff girl keeps staring at u, go over there rn. n u flush Bright Red bc u look over n abby is looking at u with big ol doe eyes bc she thinks ur so pretty and oh my god does she like girls? maybe she likes girls? (she definitely likes girls)

n u decide to Take Initiative, so u go over to her n sit down across from her like hi :) n u tell her your name n she goes :o hi I'm abby!!!

n u two talk a lil bit n exchange numbers before u n ur friend have to go to class, so u say bye bye n give her the sweetest lil wave n then ur internally like why the fuck did I say bye bye but abby thought it was really cute so it's totally fine

when u leave n abby sits with what just happened she just goes. oh shit. I like girls :o she most definitely rushes back home (after confirming with Manny that the girl is gone) to talk to him about it n he's yeah catch up girl I knew when we watched Bound (1996) together and u couldn't stop staring at Jennifer Tilly.

idk what this was but I kinda like it

#anon #abby anderson #abby Anderson x reader #abby Anderson fluff #abby Anderson x reader fluff

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theextratreefairy · 2 years

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headphones

They/them reader x soft!y!Bakugo Katsuki WARNINGS: Reader barely speaks or focuses because they are overstimulated (get your head out of the gutter, yes, I am talking to you, my dear friend from college), Reader has sensory problems (so very much self-indulgent because my autisme enhances my ptsd triggers :(), pre-kidnapping, bakugo is still a yandere but barely noticeable, willing darling, swearing. Reader's quirk: basically, spiderman because enhance senses and they can make the spider web from their body, but still look human

Reader was biting their nails well studying with the bakusquad. Katsuki, their boyfriend, smacking Kirishima and Denki for being stupid. Mina was staring at Reader, noticing how hard they were biting their nails. "Reader-san, if you keep biting like that, you'll cause your fingers to bleed." Mina warned in a concerned voice. Which snapped Reader out of their 'daydream'. "Ah, thank you for pointing it out, Mina-san."

"Well, rather me then Bakubabe, ain't I right?" Mina joked, causing reader to chuckle. "Yeah, he would be like; 'You need rest'. I don't rest." Reader joked back winking at Mina watching as Katsuki scolded Kirishima, Denki and now Sero for not understanding the English homework. "But want me to help with the English essay? I already finished mine." Reader asked Mina, trying to calm their quirk with the power of distraction. "Already? HOW?!" Reader winced, causing Mina to apologize heavily. Reader, of course, saying that it's fine. Katsuki, being the sneaky bitch he is, of course noticed everything

Katsuki was walking Reader home, his eyes never leaving their neck and hands. "You have cuts on your neck from scratching." Katsuki said in a soft tone. "Is your quirk overstimulating your senses again?"

"Noooo, what are you talking about?" Reader lied, dropping their hands from their neck. "Put on your headphones, firecracker."

"Can't, forgot them." Reader said looking up at Katsuki with sad eyes. Katsuki had a scowl on their face, telling Reader to stop walking for a moment. "You know, teddybear, I will always have an extra pair of headphones in my backpack, all charged up." Katsuki pulled out a black headphone stickered with avatar the last air Bender stickers. Something Katsuki did so that Reader feels cool wearing them.

"Thank you, Kat." Reader said as he put them on Reader's head. "It's my job to take care of you." Katsuki whispered placing a kiss on their forehead.

Might make mulitiple parts to this because I have been having sensory overload way too much. To the point of mental breakdowns so that's fun.

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teecupangel · 9 months

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Did tumblr eat my ask? Or is it just taking awhile? I’ll ask again just in case , and u can ignore it if it wasn’t. Time travel Des gets turned into an animal au, but this time he’s a slugcat from rain world, they’re cute, generally good at parkour, and can have different abilities (artificer can make explosives, spearmaster can make spears from its tail,etc.) so Des could have one of the canon abilities, or he could have a unique one. (Or one from a mod lol)

Noooo, your ask wasn’t eaten by Tumblr nor did I ignore it. I’m still answering asks and reblogs from July 26 (which has your ask as well and that was why I was able to answer this now) TTATT

I’m sorry for the delay. TTATT

Anyway, on to the ask.

For those unfamiliar, the Slugcats are the playable characters in the game Rain World.

And look at how adorable they are:

Honestly, I was debating on just keeping him purely Survivor because Survivor is white.

But let’s shake it up a bit.

Desmond’s slugcat ‘type’ changes depending on various conditions:

He’s primarily the white Survivor (base stats) when he’s alone or doing his own thing. This is how his ancestors first saw Desmond and how he’s usually described later in history as a symbol of the Brotherhood.

He turns gold (yeah, not yellow) as the Monk when he’s safe with one of his ancestors, usually curled around the neck and hidden by both the hood and the robes itself. He’s quite warm in this state and tends to purr a lot. He tends to not be that combat-oriented in this state.

He turns red as the Hunter when he’s… well… hunting mostly. Looking for and stalking preys would usually turn him red. Ratonhnhaké:ton is the ancestor who sees this a lot.

He turns into the plump Gourmand when he has eaten quite a lot. This happens a lot with the Auditores because they just love to feed him. He’s slower but he can use his larger body to slam against things and other people. More often than not, he just rolls into a ball and tries for strikes.

Artificer (magenta?) and Spearmaster (purple) are the states that usually appears before Altaïr.

Spearmaster appears when Altaïr has no more throwing knives and he would use the spear that appears on Desmond’s tail instead. Because of this Altaïr actually changed to Desmond’s spears instead (since they’re about the same size of his throwing knife) and Desmond usually helps and flicking his tail turns the spear into a projectile weapon whenever they’re forced into open combat.

Artificer first appeared when Altaïr started working on the hidden gun and his explosive capabilities are usually used for control demolitions. Artificer is more or less just studied when he was with Altaïr. It’s Ezio who turns Desmond into a walking timebomb of distraction and demolition. The requirement to making Desmond an artificer seems to be that he had to smell gunpowder. He turns into an Artificer once he sneezes.

Rivulet (water) is the easiest state to change to. Get Desmond wet and he’d turn into a Rivulet. As long as he’s wet, he’ll stay a Rivulet but… once he’s dry, he’ll return to being a Survivor unless there’s another state requirement being fulfilled (like being wrapped in a warm blanket to dry off while in his ancestor’s arms would turn him into a Monk instead).

Saint’s (green) requirement is a bit of a mystery though but the most possible explanation is that Desmond turns into a saint when he needs to freerun and thinks he needs to use the Saint’s long tongue to grapple and swing from ceilings, walls, tree branches, etc. Saint’s the most frail of his states and Desmond tries to change his states as soon as possible whenever he turns green.

… I feel like whenever one of his ancestors die, Desmond gets a slugpup (maybe it just… splits from him? Or it slithers out of the ancestor’s body?) and follows Desmond around. The slugpup doesn’t shift states but usually tries to help Desmond whenever it can. Desmond’s pretty sure they’re reincarnated slugpup of his ancestors… or maybe he just wants to believe that. Slugpups are very affectionate towards Desmond and Desmond treats them more like his kids than minions.

Desmond names his Slugpups on the ancestor they ‘come from’. Slugpup!Altaïr has the Dominance trait which means he will pick up things he thinks he can use and use them. This is usually not weapon and more like utility items like smoke bombs and even just food he would give to Desmond once he starts to feel sluggish. He also likes to stay with the other slugpups and Desmond isn’t sure if he’s acting as their leader or their big brother… maybe both? Slugpup!Ezio is more on the Energy side and he tends to grab shiny things that are usually expensive af. Slugpup!Ratonhnhaké:ton is an Aggression type and prefers to have a weapon. Mostly, he would have a spear or one of the Assassins’ throwing knives.

#desmond as a slugcat #the slugpups can be desmond’s actual ‘children’#or reincarnated slugpups of his ancestors #your call #desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #to anyone who has sent me asks that i haven’t answered yet #i promise i haven’t ignored them #i’m just a month behind in the asks TTATT #i’m answering asks in a fifo basis #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #desmond gives birth to his ancestors

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OOOOH NOOOO I'M OBSESSED WITH HEATH... FUUUUCK!!! This was so well written and fun! I love this character so much, he's so hot and likable, even though he's so dominant and possessive. Actually he might be hot because of that. Oops lol

I've never had a thing for gargoyles before but I have a crush on this guy. the bookstore scenario is so cute, and the way he's so casual and rough around the edges, then suddenly breaks his composure and fucks the life out of the reader is just perfect. I've been daydreaming about this all day. What's Heath's apartment like, if you can tell me? :D is he the owner of the bookstore? LMAO loved the shading of the reader's sad human boyfriend. I'm guessing Heath has a nicer place and more money than the reader, too. I love that aspect, it adds to the dynamic of him being more powerful and taking care of his cute new little human, while also putting his claim on them by taking them into his 'territory'.

His loyalty is so cute. Bet it'll be so fun for him to get to wake up with the reader, spend the whole morning together and go to work together. Poor thing can never fake being sick to get out of work again, though XD how much patience do you think heath would have for the reader if she struggled with depression and couldn't necessarily be very productive? Reading this I was just thinking about how different I am at home then at work because I only have enough energy to be productive for so long before I crash and become useless lol

I hope you don't mind the wall of text! I got so inspired by your piece I couldn't help it. Thank you for writing things for us, your blog is amazing :)

Haha I’m glad you like him! I don’t know why but I’m obsessed with sort of average everyday leads, though Heath does own the bookstore. He’s not like a psycho CEO or anything, though. He’s a pretty laid back guy who literally hired you because he thought you were cute. This was really fun to answer, because I adore Heath!

Here are the answers:

As for his apartment:

He lives on the 22nd floor of a building overlooking the city, but it’s not crazy expensive or anything. He’s pretty much upper middle class, but has a good savings and retirement plan. It’s got two bedrooms, a bedroom and a study for his bookshelves, with a large wide balcony.

He has a cat named Aero and a fishtank with freshwater fish. He likes dogs, but he’s not a dog person, preferring quiet snuggling with his kitty.

He also likes to be surrounded by living things and keeps easy to care for potted plants. His balcony is packed with plants in terra cotta pots he’s raised from cutlets that he’s collected from various little old ladies that come into the bookstore. I just imagine him having a whole fan club of grandmas who found out he’s into balcony gardening and wont stop gifting him cuttings from their plants at home.

Heath likes to read so he’s got a ton of old special edition books he saved for himself from running the bookstore and comfortable chairs.

He’s not a slob but he was definitely a bachelor before you. Most things in his house are practical except the books. His house looks very casual with oversized comfy, but quality furniture in cool neutral shades. He does have a nice wooden bedframe on his very large bed, for his very large body. He even has matching sheet sets and pillowcases.

He doesn’t know much about decorating so he’s excited to decorate with you. Before you moved in he just had fan posters he got from the bookstore and framed, which he wasn’t particularly attached to. His walls were painted gray before you and he’s excited to pick paint colors with you.

He usually uses his balcony as his front door and flies up to his apartment. He will give you a ride.

He’s a big cuddle bug and a huge introvert. When he’s at home he’s a ton more cuddly and touchy than he is at work. At work he puts on a bit more of a tough, boss facade, but at home he just wants to curl up on the couch and read books as much as possible.

His house is noticeably quiet. He doesn’t watch loud movies. He doesn’t listen to loud music. When he does play video games, he wears headphones. He likes a peaceful atmosphere at home.

If the reader struggled with depression:

He would be very sympathetic and want to get you help from a doctor because he’s very data driven. He likes to learn everything possible about a subject before he takes action. He’d probably want to go to some of your doctor’s appointments with you just to make sure you’re getting the help you need and that he is doing everything right to help you

He would be really gung-ho about treatment and help you organize your medications, buying you cute little pill containers to put them in

He would definitely let you stay home on days you just weren’t feeling up to it because really he’s more worried about you than how you behave as an employee. He will always want to cuddle with you when you just want to stay pressed in the couch and sometimes read you books while you take your depression naps

However, he would be really strict about doctor mandated schedules, which might cause friction sometimes. He will drag you out of bed and make you do some exercise! He will chase you around with a water bottle and remind you to drink it! He will make you go to bed on time! He will insist on buying healthy food for meals! He will carefully watch your drinking and give you glasses of juice and say they are alcoholic when you are overdoing it. He’s not above tricking you when you are being silly or stubborn, but most of the time he’ll just fuck the sense into you.

#monster headcanons #yandere headcanon #headcannon #headcanon #monster x girl #monster oc #monster fucker #monster fic #my fic

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