#but don't worry! they'll get some clothes eventually
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𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 - 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬
Word Count: 1,252
Contains: Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns used. Blood, kissing, cursing not sure if I missed anything
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Sitting at your desk in your dorm room, you immersed yourself in the soft melodies playing in the background while diligently jotting down notes on how to enhance your quirk. Each page was filled with valuable information shared by your mentor, and you found that writing them down helped etch them into your memory. Suddenly, a loud and abrupt knock shattered your concentration, causing you to snap out of your bubble. You turned your head towards the door and called out, "Come in."
The door burst open, revealing a flustered Denki who seemed to be rambling incoherently. Amidst his jumbled words, you could only make out something about a fight and blood, but it was clear that the teachers couldn't find out. Concerned, you stood up and walked towards him, only to be joined by Tsu entering the room. "Hold on, Denki. Who's hurt? What happened?" you asked, trying to piece together the situation.
"It's Midoriya and Bakugo. They got into another fight, kero," Tsu explained, her voice filled with worry. Denki chimed in, his rambling now replaced with a more composed tone. "It's pretty bad. There's blood all over the floor, fists flying, and explosions everywhere. It all happened so fast, and we barely managed to pull them apart," he revealed.
Confused, you questioned, "What does this have to do with me? Shouldn't we be getting Recovery Girl?" As you reached for your phone to text your grandma, Tsu hesitated before responding, "Well… we can't. We wanted to ask if you could use your quirk to heal them. This is their third fight, and Mr. Aizawa warned that if he catches them in another one, they'll be in serious trouble, kero."
Everyone in UA knew one thing for certain: you were the granddaughter of Recovery Girl. It was common knowledge that you couldn't heal major injuries like she could, considering her years of experience, but you had the ability to mend cuts, bruises, and other minor injuries to some extent. Your father, who was also a healer, had been teaching you alongside your grandmother since you were little.
You had used your quirk to assist your classmates before, but never to conceal something significant from the adults. "So you want me to keep this a secret from Mr. Aizawa and my grandma?" you questioned, releasing a sigh. Deep down, you knew you would eventually give in and help. Both of them looked at you with hopeful eyes, pleading for your assistance. "Alright, let's do it."
"Thank you, Y/n! You're amazing," Denki exclaimed, patting your shoulder. The three of you then headed towards the lounging area, where Deku and Katsuki sat in separate seats, each holding ice on their hand or nose. Several of your classmates surrounded them. "Thank goodness you're here, Y/n. We didn't know what else to do," Momo said, stepping away from helping Deku. Curious, you glanced at Deku, who had a bruised fist and cheekbone, and asked, "How did this even happen?"
"None of your damn business, first aid!" Katsuki's sharp retort echoed through the room, his frustration evident as he winced in pain and held the ice against his throbbing nose. Rolling your eyes, you leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on Deku's cheek, causing him to blush softly and smile in return.
With a soft blush, Deku looked at you and spoke, "Oh, you know, we were just caught up in a brawl." He expressed his gratitude as he flexed his hand, relieved to see the pain and bruising subside.
A smile played on your lips as you nodded, acknowledging the intensity of the fight. Walking over to Katsuki, you noticed him pushing Eijiro away, who was attempting to clean up the blood on his face and clothes.
"Don't touch me, hair-for-brains!" Katsuki grumbled, shoving Eijiro's head away with frustration. "You're bleeding all over the place! Just hold the cloth to your nose," he pleaded with the blond. Reluctantly, Katsuki snatched the cloth and placed it under his nose, watching as it quickly turned crimson. His gaze then shifted towards you, standing before him. Anticipating your next move, he immediately shook his head. "No way, I'm not letting your perverted ass anywhere near me," he declared, his tone defiant.
Confused, you questioned, "Then how am I supposed to heal you?" Taking a seat beside him, you observed the swelling on his nose. "I don't care, just keep your weird lips away from me," Katsuki huffed, averting his gaze.
Deku chimed in, attempting to persuade Katsuki, "Come on, Kacchan. We can't get in trouble. Y/n was kind enough to help us."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Katsuki's snarky comment. "I didn't ask for your opinion, nerd," he retorted, as you started pinching his swollen nose lightly. He let out a yelp of pain, causing you to smirk. "Does that hurt?" you asked, increasing the pressure on his nose. "Let me fix it for you real quick," you offered, ignoring his protests. "Come on, we don't want Mr. Aizawa catching us," Kirishima chimed in.
Katsuki grumbled, reluctantly agreeing. "Just hurry up, you perv, and keep your hands off me," he grumbled. You smiled softly, releasing his nose and leaning in closer to his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from his face. You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip. This wasn't the first time you had done something like this, but it felt different this time. Taking a deep breath, you pressed your lips against his cheek, pulling away after a few seconds. A blush crept onto your cheeks.
"Alright, now get lost," Katsuki muttered, looking away, his nose already looking better. "Thanks again, Y/n. We really appreciate it," Deku said with a grateful smile. "No problem at all," you replied, standing up and quickly making your way back to your dorm. The music you had left playing filled your ears as you closed the door and leaned against it. Your eyes widened slightly as a whirlwind of thoughts flooded your mind. Did you actually like him? Or was it just his attractiveness that caught your attention? Lost in your thoughts, you stood there for what felt like an eternity until a knock on your door snapped you back to reality. Blinking a few times, you opened the door.
Katsuki stood there, hands buried in his pockets, his gaze fixed on you. "Hey," you greeted softly, feeling a bit uneasy as you awaited his response. "Is everything okay? How's your nose?" you inquired, concerned. "Just shut up," he snapped, his tone harsh. "I'm not sure what I'm feeling," he started, his expression conflicted. "I don't like it because I'm supposed to hate you, but I can't. And that kiss… even if it was just on the cheek. I couldn't get it out of my head," he admitted. "Although you're a total pervert, I didn't hate being kissed by you."
You were taken aback by his words. "What?" you began, only to be interrupted. "So, don't go kissing anyone else, got it?" he warned sternly. You nodded quickly. "Okay," you replied with a soft smile. Katsuki's eyes softened as he moved closer, his hand reaching towards your face. "Stop picking at your lips, you're going to mess them up," he scolded gently, wiping away a trace of blood from where you had been picking at them earlier.
"Thank you," you said gratefully, smiling at him as he withdrew his hand. "See you tomorrow, first aid," he muttered before turning to walk away.
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#mha fanfiction#mha#mha x reader#my hero academia#mintsbubbletea#bnha#bakugou katsuki#bnha bakugou#bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo#kacchan#mha bakugo katsuki#mha bakugo x reader#mha katsuki bakugo#mha x y/n#mha x you#mha x gender neutral reader#bnha x reader
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I think Sun and moon should swap cat onesies, that’ll be much comfier
a very good idea!
unfortunately... not too much of an improvement 😅
Clip thought of everything 😂
#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#New Do Same You AU#Sun New Do Same You AU#Moon New Do Same You AU#these poor boys#they've been stuck in cat onesie limbo because of Clip#and because i'm taking way too long to respond to asks haha#the behind of scenes of this#was me taking way too long trying to figure out how their onesies would fit on each other#cuz i realized i designed them differently#and then i decided whatever just draw it#but don't worry! they'll get some clothes eventually#a kind soul has already provided them with clothes in a submission#i just#need to wait until morning for better lighting to take the photos 😂#crab art#traditional art#bright colours
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50 Smutty Fics Ideas
Made this for an event I haven't run in the end, but it'd be a pity to keep them hidden. I hope they'll help your creativity flow!
A and B are hiding together in a tight place, their bodies pressed close. With adrenaline running in their veins, the situation eventually gets out of control.
A and B are dancing what eventually leads to a slow, intimate dance. A gets aroused from B pressing close to them.
A has an obvious crush on B and plans to finally confess. A chickens out and tries to opt out of the situation, but B presses them to speak in a spicy way.
A is tied to an altar as a sacrifice to demon!B. More than taking their life, B is interested in taking their body.
During a visit in a sex shop A spots a weird toy. B suggests purchase as a joke. Little do they know A seriously wants to use it.
A and B are friends with benefits. A's feelings turn out to be genuine, but they don't want to ruin the balance, so they keep it to themself…until they accidentally slip a confession during sex.
A is really into a specific body type/body part and B's body looks as if taken straight out of A's fantasy. A can't hold it anymore and reveals how much B turns them on.
A and B are on a motorcycle trip. The constant movement, vibration and touching is getting them excited.
A walks on B changing. It's the first time they see them naked, and they can't peel their eyes off them.
A survives a near miss. B, worried and scared to death, doesn't want to leave their side since then.
A and B need to share bed due to circumstances. They wake up in each other's arms and it awakens something in them.
A goes down on B. B wears nothing but stockings. At some point A starts tearing them out of the way with their teeth.
A loves B's scent but they keep it secret. One day B catches A masturbating while sniffing a piece of their clothing.
The way A moans "I love you" turns B absolutely feral.
A tries to get B jealous as a part of their flirting game. B snaps way harder then A predicted.
A and B are in a dom-sub relationship. A breaks a rule and B has to again teach them how to be a good sub.
A is less experienced in kink than B. B introduces them to the world of kink with their favorite one.
A gets extra loud during sex so B has to cover their lips. Limited oxygen/fingers in mouth insanely turn A on.
A and B meet for what's not supposed to be a romantic date - but they feel so good around each other, it's suddenly 2am, and they don't really want to part. A proposes B to move the meeting to their place.
A is arguing with B. They truly can't decide whether they want to kill or fuck B more.
That was supposed to be just a make out session, but A kisses so good that B gets impossibly aroused.
A and B are about to face a dangerous situation. They want to enjoy life before it might be too late.
A celebrates a great success with B. Drinks and festive atmosphere quickly turn the matters spicy.
It's A's birthday and they find B tied to bed in nothing but very revealing lingerie.
After a soul-draining break up, A wants to get rid of remaining grief & enter a new path of life with a bang: they contact B, a professional dom.
A and B realize they are being watched during sex. They don't intend to stop.
A is in a middle of meeting when they receive a message B. It's a very explicit nude.
A puts a blade by B's throat, be it seriously or as a joke/teasing. B's reaction is…enthusiastic.
A's hands seriously distract B. Their reactions eventually clue A in: and they decide to use the new knowledge to their favor.
A and B get trapped in one small space and need to wait for emergency. If only there was a way to kill the boredom…
A uses a sexual favor to convince B to do something.
A suffers from pent-up stress and frustration. B offers their body for them to use to get rid of negative emotions.
During soft, vanilla sex A asks B to try something different/rougher.
A shoves B against the wall. Now, once they are so close, A can't stop looking at B's face/lips/body part of choice.
A has lips/tongue/nipples/genitals pierced. B is really curious how does it feel during sex.
A rolls sleeves up/takes shirt off, revealing body hair to B. B has no idea how to act normal around A anymore.
A is usually reserved when it comes to intimacy and emotions. When in public, B does something that breaks A. A pulls B close and whispers to them: "I need you. Now."
A is preparing themself to roll with their day. B walks on them wearing nothing but their shirt.
A tends to neglect their needs. B uses kink as a way of taking care of them.
It's unbearably hot and A switches to wearing short and fine dresses. B finds out they are wearing no underwear underneath.
A has a really big dick/strap, B struggles to take it. A taunts and teases them about it.
Good cock & bad cock routine with dom!A, dom!B and sub!C. A praises C while B degrades and taunts them.
A and B are in a dedicated but open relationship. C grabs their mutual interest.
A loses a bet and now has to do what B tells them.
A, B, C (and maybe more 🤭) running a train on D.
A has a dark/unusual sexual fantasy & they bring it up to their partner, B. B agrees to try it out.
After a longer break A is so needy for sex that they can't enough of B. B is a trembling, ruined mess, but A just keeps going.
A is filthy rich & B is their sugar baby. A pays B a ridiculous amount of money to try a kinky scenario out.
A is a virgin but also very curious about a certain kink. B does their best to let them try it in a safe and satisfying way.
Wedding night between A and B takes an extra spicy turn.
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Mw2 headcannons where Shepherd kills us as bait and sends a video of it to the team...
Oh boy oh boy this is dark isn't it? This should be fun though. Not sure if you wanted this as romantic or friendship so I'll try to toe the line.
141 Sent A Video of Reader Dying
Warnings: Reader Death, gunshots
Price is the one the video gets sent to, Shepherd knows that if it gets to Price the rest of the 141 will see it too
Price has been stressed about you being taken hostage by Shepherd, and while he's tried not to think the worst, he knows immediately what the video is as soon as it shows up.
The second he looks at it and sees no letter or anything attached, a part of him just knows. A part of him starts grieving right then.
For the rest of the 141, Gaz and Soap had been staying pretty positive.
It was clear that Gaz was feeding off of a lot of Price's energy, so while he knew the possibility, he'd been cautiously optimistic about getting you back.
He was one of the younger members of the team and while he'd seen death, it had never been anything as close as this. So in his mind, the possibility of you dying just didn't seem real.
There was no world for him in which he wouldn't eventually see you again and get to have your warmth to brighten up his days.
For Soap, he wasn't even letting himself consider the bad that could happen.
Even when Price and Ghost were trying to keep him realistic, to him there was just no world in which you didn't come back. He never even questioned it for a second.
Your disappearance didn't seem to bother him, because he expected that by the next week you'd be right back at his side, teasing him about something or the other.
For Ghost, he was probably the most pessimistic of the group.
Ghost has seen loss. He's seen loss and he knows what men like Shepherd are capable of, what they'll do to prove a point
So the second that Ghost hears that Shepherd has you, he practically already starts grieving.
He's more quiet and reserved from the rest of the group and when he refers to you, its already in past tense.
He and Soap butt heads a lot during this time. Ghost isn't being positive enough for Soap's taste, and Soap isn't being realistic enough for Ghost's.
Several times, Ghost just closes his eyes and tries to picture your voice and your face. He wants to commit you to memory, keep everything fresh enough that he can't forget.
Roach doesn't know what to think.
He's worried out of his mind and his brain keeps bouncing between grief and determination to get you back.
A part of him wants to just sit still and do nothing, a part of him is frozen in that state, just numbness as it tries to work through what is happening
The other part of him is working his ass off. This part doesn't care about processing what happened, it just wants to have you back.
He's already planning your return meal, the breakfast and lunch and dinner he'll make for you as he recovers.
Similar to Price, as soon as Ghost see's the tape, he knows.
Price walks in to the meeting room with it, Laswell trailing behind him and Ghost sees the little tape in his hand and his mouth just snaps shut. He doesn't say a word.
Price warns the group flat out. He tells them whats likely on the tape, he tells them that if they don't want to watch, if they don't want the chance of seeing, then they can leave
None of them leave. They can't, not when it comes to you. They have to see.
The video starts and immediately they're all on edge. There's you, tied to a chair in some dark and dank room.
You look tired and even over the video they can see the cuts and bruises on your skin, the way your clothes are torn and cut, how defeated you look.
Shepherd starts talking. He's walking around you, stopping behind you to place his hand on your shoulders. When he does you flinch.
Soap is seething as he watches the video. Roach seems frozen in place, Gaz is wringing his hands together nervously, Ghost hasn't moved a muscle, but his whole body is tense. Price seemed defeated.
They only pick up on bits and pieces of what Shepherd says, they're so focused on you.
They pick up on Shepherd saying that you've given them nothing, stayed loyal and kept your mouth shut no matter what they tried. Each of the boys feels pride flood through them at that.
But, of course, the video has to end and Shepherd brings things to a close.
He stops behind you in the video. "If we can't get anything from them, the least we can do is send a message."
He pulls his gun out. You don't flinch as you feel it press against the back of your head. You just stare forward at the camera, unmoving.
The gunshot rings out and your body slumps forward. The video cuts off and the 141 are left in the silence of what they've just seen.
It doesn't take long for tears to start falling. For Soap to collapse with his face in his hands against the table. For Gaz to look to Price, hoping to see something only to be met with the signs of clear grief on his face. For Roach to feel tears slide down his cheeks as he stares forward, completely unmoving. For Ghost to get up and leave the room, unable to sit with the group any longer as grief consumes them.
A cloud lays over the 141, they've lost one of their own. They have to start grieving.
#thoughts with luke#you asked luke#gary roach sanderson#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#call of duty#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#task force 141#headcanons#taskforce 141#taskforce 141 x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#gary roach sanderson x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#captain john price x reader
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When the 141 + König try to get your attention.
They'll have extra bandaids, hair scrunchies, socks, and ammo for your favorite guns. Anything you could possibly need as an emergency that you might not get easily. They carry around hygiene products for you too if you need. "Dammit I need." Bam immediately in your hand. "Oh I should have taken extra." Don't worry about it they gave enough for a month. Have an illness or need medication they have the supplies you need on hand always. You're tired and can't sleep because you have watch? Oops your shift has been covered, go get some rest.
Ghost:
You've noticed it eventually. He's always got whatever you need and soon it becomes so regular that you're just subconsciously turning to him when you need something. He's always got it too. Without fail. It's not till Price, smug as fly shit, tells you Ghost is covering your night shift that you make the decision to confront him. In the military a man doing you favors could mean anything positive or negative but it could definitely be used against you. You find him and sidled up next to his side. "What are you doing?" You ask eventually. He grunts, pretending to be confused. "You're always doing me favors on the field and now you're taking my watch. What do you want?" He looks down at you. "Don't want anything." His sentence feels incomplete and you just glare up at him. A sigh and then, "Alright I do want something." Ice crawls through your stomach. You had hoped it was just him trying to make you feel comfortable in the group but no, there was a string. You look out to the range and track in your base. "Name it." You bite the words, trying to shove as much terror as you can in to your sentence. "Go to dinner with me." A beat, you inhale, another beat and you decide whether or not this counts as harassment. "You've been doing this to...get me to go on a date?" Trying to make the situation clear from your perspective. "Can't really flirt to save your life, the only way I knew what to do. I'll still do it. I just want you. You're a damn good soldier and an asset to the team. And you leave your work out of the base. The team likes you." He tilts your head back to him, as gently as anything. "I like you."
You loved your dinner and plan more date nights.
Soap
With Johnny it was harder to figure out if something was going on. He was always carrying extra things for the team. Ammo, meds, clothes, whatever. It's not until you get a smoke grenade to the face and you have to rip your contacts out to flush your face properly that you don't have extra, and your goggles that have your prescription is in your room. Keeping the pillows company. "Fuck all this." You're basically blind without them and there's no way you can fake it till you're back to base. It was stupid and careless. Price was going to have a field day with this after he reams you for an hour at least. "You alright?" Soap slumped down next to your still prone body. "No it's dumb I left my glasses and contacts. I'm going to have to evac. Or just wait." Soap laughs and you're about to get mad before he pulls out goggles for you. It's your old script but it's not too bad. You make it back to base with nothing more than a headache from your aching eyes. There's no reason he should have your old glasses. In fact, it's made you start to question how he always knows where you leave your things. He's genuinely nice and not in a bad way, even Ghost is gentle around him. Still, you need to talk, cause that's weird. Looking around you find him and you ask him to follow you in to the conference room. He does, glancing at you in confusion. You keep your face neutral and when the two of you sit down he's relaxed but nervous. "Everything alright?" "No not really, why do you have my old glasses? Pretty sure I threw those out, plus it's weird that you always know where I lose things." You lay out your concerns and his shoulders drop. "One, yes I notice where you lose things but you're always losing things and it makes you frustrated. So I've just been making sure to pay attention when you put something down or when you drop something. Two, you did throw them out but I had an extra from when your glasses once on a mission. So I've always kept one just in case. I'm sorry I made you unsettled. I really meant no harm. Plus I, wait no, sorry not the time." He waves his hand. "No no go on it's ok." You feel comfortable again and willing to go back to how it was before and hopefully set boundaries better for yourself. He leans forward. "I like you. I've been trying to get you to look at me, actually look at me." You feel your face go hot. "Dinner, maybe? Or something?" He continues, trying not to laugh at your agape expression.
You have dinner and a movie and happily wonder what your next date will be
Gaz
You were so focused on getting your exercise this morning done before it got too busy that you missed the breakfast call. 'Dammit!' There was no way it wasn't packed with people now. All the good food would be taken and you are not going to touch those breakfast bars, more crumb than food honestly. You make your way to your room, hoping that you would have something in your stash of snacks. As you comb through your drawers you find a single bag of popcorn. You had been meaning to go up to the shops and restock but you've been so busy or do tired lately. And now your stomach was growling. Great. You finished your popcorn on the way to the mess hall. The line was long but you slide in and wait. "Hey morning." Gaz bumps your shoulder friendly. "Hey!" You smile, he was always nice to you, and welcomed you to the group easily. "Got your favorites already don't worry about the line." He points over where the 141 was sat and a plate in front of an empty chair. You frown, "Yeah those are my favorites? How did you?" Gaz scoffs. "You eat like the same 6 things it's not hard to remember." Actually now that you think about it, he always makes sure you had your favorite food. Even if he for sure had to go out of his way. He looks over to your concerned face. "Hey you ok?" "No that's really weird. But thank you I think." You pick up your plate and go back to your room. It's too loud and the sound of other people chewing makes you want to scream today. Gaz followed you. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." You sigh and stop. "I'm good at what I do except this. Let me start over. You, me, dinner?" He asks and you look over to him. Before you can stop it a smile creeps over your face. "You were flirting?" He laughs, sheepish. "Badly, obviously." You shake your head, still smiling. "Ok you know what? Dinner sounds nice."
You both enjoy dinner so much that you end up taking all your meals alone together. It becomes so commonplace that Price sends those fold away tables to your rooms.
Price
You were new and the transition from your old squad to the 141 was strange. The base was private, secluded and unfortunately for you the nearest stores were about 15 miles away. It made shopping for hygiene products so annoying so you had to stock up. Until you had been gone for two months on a mission and you came back smelling awful and you had been run ragged and all you wanted was a shower and maybe a two week nap. You walked up to the base and Price walked out. "Good to see you, welcome back." "Good to be back Sir. I'll feel better after I get settled." He laughed and walked you in. "We had a bit of a move around. Your room was moved." Nervous now you followed him. "Something happen?" Shaking his head, Price lead you to a new door. "I should have had this done before but it turns out there's no real way to get plumbing to where your room was so we moved you here." You walked in and your things had been carefully moved. Wait. "Plumbing?" "Built you your own bathroom. Little bit of your own space." "I don't understand. I was fine with the one we already had." You looked under the sink and there was one more box of pads and tampons you absolutely were sure you didn't buy. That was creepy. "Let me know when you need new ones by the way I'll put in the order." Your head was screaming danger. No man in his position of power would just do that for no reason. Danger. No one would build a bathroom for one person and get the exact private things you would usually get. Danger. Slowly you stood up. Option One, get a hold of someone above Price and get out of here quickly and quietly Option Two be nice and grateful, (which you are Ghost and Soap are big fans of bathroom sex and any chance to not see that again was fantastic), but see if you can get out of this room without him noticing you freaking out. "What's wrong?" He asked, noticing your tension. Fuck, option one then. "It's kind of weird you know my order and the things I get. You also built me this. Captain, you have to know how this looks." You turn and face him. He looks at you and the gears start to turn. "Oh shit. No it's not like that I completely understand. I'm just trying to make you feel at ease. Give you your own space. Also your products are coming out of the squad budget so it's not any string I had to pull. I only noticed what they were when it was being packed away." You really think about it. Mull it over and over and slowly nod. "Then.. thank you Captain. I do appreciate it. It's so nice." Your own bathroom. You would have killed for this in your old squad. "Just want to take off my favorite girl." There he goes again. The easy banter. "I thought it was no big deal." You tease. "If I wasn't your favorite girl then you wouldn't do this?" He chuckles. "No I would. I wouldn't have any ideas about what goes on in this shower but I would still make it happen." "What kind of ideas?" You lean on the doorframe and he takes a few steps to you. "Let me show you."
You must have been in there a while because when you both make your way to the kitchen Ghost and Johnny are sitting around looking vaguely impatient. "Thank fuck." Ghost sighs and Johnny laughs. "Finally done? Thought you'd never finish."
König
You and König are good friends coming in at the same time, the two of you bond over trying to figure out your place in the squad. He's got your back and you've got his. When you get stuck in rain or fall in to water puddles too deep and they seep through your boots, he always has an extra pair of socks with him. Or a shirt when you need to rip one for an impromptu bandage. But it's especially odd when he happens to have a belt that is your size that you use to hold up a gun you swipped off an enemy body. "We're gonna talk about this when we get back." You tell him, matter of factly. And you do. You come up to his room and he let's you in. His body language is tense and he's actively making himself look as small and non-threatening as is physically impossible. "You always have spare clothes for me. You always have a hair tie or like today with a belt that I checked and is my size. It certainly isn't yours. So what's going on?" He slumps, and admits that he just wants to take care of you. "I'm not sure why I picked that but. For me it's strange I have to order my clothes or make them so I always like to make sure that you have clothes? I think. I'm not sure what I mean." He stands up and your eyes follow his. "I'm sorry my dear for upsetting you." You scoff and wave him off. "It's not weird you didn't upset me. Besides I think it's kind of cute that's how you show you care." König runs his hand over yours. "I do care. A lot. So much it drives me mad sometimes." He leans down, your head straining back, baring your neck to him. "Show me." You plead. "Not yet. I'm told I need to wine and dine before indulging, no?" You can see his eyes crinkle in mirth and damn if that isn't cute and hot at the same time.
"Ok I'm dined, I'm wined. Can we indulge now?" His laugh, deep and warm, is a balm and a flame at the same time.
Can you tell König is my favorite? None of this is healthy btw. I'm walking through the factory where they make the red flags and I'm asking for the gift shop and menu anyway. I need an exorcism.
Edit: can't believe I forgot Kyle. Ugh. Sorry for the late addition folx
#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#john price#könig#könig x y/n#ghost x reader#soap x reader#könig x reader#price x reader#ghost x y/n#kyle gaz garrick#kyle x reader
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what abt ichigo + bunny reader for the emoji event?? loveddd ur kisuke one!
ty kisuke is a fave 😌 -evidently since i couldn't keep him out of this...
emoji event : 🐇🧡 bunny!reader x 21+ ichigo
18+ needy f!reader, sending nudes! thigh riding, fingering, sex- he feels bad for leaving his grl :( wc .7k
You watched your man leave three days ago now. You just can't stand the heat between your legs any longer. Driven by your crazed, horny desires, you get dolled up in some pretty clothes- the shortest skirt you can find, a skimpy top, with no underwear. And, although you know your man is working hard, on some serious mission... protecting the soul society or whatever he's doing up there... you stand in front of the mirror and take the sluttiest photos you can muster.
You slowly start stripping off pieces of clothing, feeling turned on by your own seductive actions, until you're bending and spreading that pretty bunny pussy for him to see.
Satisfied with your work, you open up his contact and send away your beautiful images. You know they'll drive him crazy.
He opens his phone carelessly, tapping on your icon and-
"Ah-"
You take his breath away.
"Kurosaki, who- who is that?" Kisuke ogles over his shoulder as they stand together in the R&D lab.
Not for much longer.
"A girl?? With, with bunny ears? W-w-where-" but Ichigo is already turning to leave.
"I, uh," his face is bright red, "I have to go."
He didn't realise you were quite in this state. He tries to stay by your side as much as possible, but this time it just couldn't be helped. He can't help but feel guilty- he knows how much you struggle by yourself.
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And minutes after your messages were read, you have your gorgeous owner back, apologising for leaving you, telling you how much he loves you and that he'll never do it again.
"Please, baby bunny, let me make you feel good," he strokes your floppy ears and takes you to the bed, where he gets you sitting on his lap.
You feel his fiery hot touch over your body, his hands starting to pull and drag your heat over his leg.
"That's it, bunny, please use me," he whispers and kisses you hungrily, loving how you're starting to hump him.
"Want you to get off right here," he watches the way your hips move, leaving that wet slick on his clothing.
"uuh, huh" you hum and moan, getting closer with his hot encouragements.
And once you've got his leg all messy, it's his fingers. They give you that dizzying stretch that you can't manage with your own.
"Baby, I'll make it up to you, I promise," he's desperate to make you feel good, holding you close while he slots his thick fingers in and out of your needy pussy.
Your mouth hangs open with another silent scream, feeling his thumb push on your clit, getting you buzzing again.
Now your perfect body is ready for him, he strips, and you stare at the way his muscles are illuminated in the soft light.
And he pushes you down on the bed, laying you flat on your stomach so he can play with that soft little tail.
"I can't believe I left you feeling like this..." he pushes your legs nice and wide as he mounts you, getting his cock all covered in your cream.
"hnn, Ichi- Ichigo, it, it's ok, please, please, just-"
Before you can even finish he's gliding in.
"Don't worry, baby, 'm back now."
He's so glad, to see your face overwhelmed with that satisfied, fucked out expression already. His heart fills up, watching your toes curl with the first orgasm from his cock. The guilt of leaving you eases with every thrust, until you're gripping at the sheets and begging him to fill you with his cum.
He knows he wants to. You know he eventually will.
"Not yet, baby." But Ichigo doesn't do things by halves, and he has endless stamina.
"After those pictures- bunny, I, I'm gonna need a bit longer, ah, with you tonight, ok?"
"mmmh- yeah, please, Ichi," you hum, loving the sound of that.
"Good, good, because I love you and need to treat you better," he hums and moans, bending over your body to press kisses to your temple while he fucks you softer.
And your body sinks into the mattress, letting yourself relax and enjoy the overwhelming pleasure of him.
i love him, he's so intense and cute :c
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#ichigo kurosaki smut#ichigo x reader#ichigo smut#ichigo kurosaki#bleach ichigo#21+ ichigo#bleach smut#bleach#bleach x female reader#bunny girl#bunny owner#bunny!reader#emoji event#500 followers event#magic.events⋆⁺#🐇🧡
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you know those chocolates thatre like “break, fuck” type? well what if stepbros tweels take those, not expecting the, to work, but then you know���.?
Omg the aphrodisiac sex chocolates...... orz imagine you forget to put them away or hide them from your nosy step-brothers and they find and eat a few. :) this has the same energy as Jade and Floyd leaving their unlabeled edibles out in the open, and you eat two and for the rest of the day you are gone. <3 they will be your trip sitters; you can trust them to take care of you because then when you come back to yourself you'll owe them a favor.
Floyd thinks the chocolates are sort of stupid and he doubts they'll actually work, but at the very least they taste good. Jade agrees; he doubts they'll have much of an effect. They're eel mers, after all, and many merfolk species are naturally sexual creatures, so these sorts of things don't have much use. It takes a while for the chocolates to finally hit, but when they do it leaves the twins aching and hot all over. And the sensation is so strong that they're beyond sensitive, and it's so irritating because you're out of the house and so they're left to wallow in the horny, desperately wishing you'd come back. They sulk in their rooms while waiting for you to return. :(
And when you eventually do, you don't even have time to get your shoes off because your step-brothers are yanking you inside, dragging you to the nearest surface to tear you from your clothes. They're insatiable, and any protests you might have die in your throat when you realize they ate your chocolates. Suddenly being fucked by the both of them is the least of your worries; it's the fact that they're food thieves that vexes you. >:( you're scolding them (or doing your best to reprimand them for it) while they're both making a mess of you. At some point Floyd tires of your scolding and he shoves his dick down your throat to keep you quiet. <3 they're in a daze for many of the rounds, mostly fueled by the aphrodisiac in the chocolate but then also because seeing you sandwiched between the both of them, pinned on their cocks and tacky with cum and sweat, is a delicious sight.
They don't even have the mind to tease you or poke fun at you for leaving your sex chocolate out. Truthfully, they're just led on by the desire to fuck and cum inside you a dozen times. They're both really clingy in the aftermath, too, cuddling up to you in the bath as if they aren't responsible for marking you up with bites and bruises. ;;;; you'll have to cover those up so your parents won't ask questions, but for now you're going to bonk the both of them on their heads and demand they never go in your room and steal your chocolate again. They promise not to like the sweet angels they are (they are devilish liars, those slimy eels...).
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Can I get a Rayleigh x wife reader
Like them being married while being on Roger's ship
✦ ── THE LIFE OF PIRA... MARRIED?: RAYLEIGH
Relationships: Young! Rayleigh x Gn! Reader
Synopsis: What would her life be like marrying young Silvers Rayleigh?
Warnings: Cuteness, married stuff, gender neutral, young Rayleigh and Roger's crew
Word Count: 844
Notes: Here it is! I decided to make it gender neutral as I work better that way, hope you don't mind. It was a little short, but I didn't want to take it too long, sorry for the delay and I hope you like it
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ• ────── ✦ ────── •
Congratulations! You've just married one of the most wanted, dangerous and hottest men in the ocean! An ordinary, homely life? A house on a small island, children, peacefully and without any adventures? Not over here! His wedding was a party running from the navy, fighting wearing his formal clothes, arriving on the ship completely dirty and yes… His home is the well-known Oro Jackson! What did you expect? You married a pirate!
The crew will try to take it easy on you two for the first few months, at least they tried with all their might. No night watch for you, no looking for both of you when it's late at night, leaving the ship empty for both of you, less confusion, anything to try to make up for you not being able to have a honeymoon trip like everyone else.
Of course they eventually forget that you are married, don't doubt it they really will, so the common confusion will come back to the fore. They'll drag your husband to drunken nights full of women, only to regret it when you beat them all up and make them scrub the deck with toothbrushes. They'll keep giving you services that make you miss each other, only to complain when the two of you disappear to have some alone time together.
For the most part the crew respects you and your relationship immensely, of course sometimes they get in the way of you a little. Like Buggy and Shanks crashing into your room at three in the morning on a hot night just because they're feeling sick.
Or maybe Roger taking him to the most dangerous adventures like invading an enemy ship without warning you only to regret it when he arrived full of bruises and with your husband half dead and having first hand you almost had a heart attack with so much worry.
Or maybe Gaban dragging you out to bars after a busy night only to see Rayleigh in shock remembering that he had promised to meet you and then running off towards the ship knowing you were waiting to have some time together.
They really try but they aren't the best, don't blame them too much, most don't have relationships and if they did they abandoned them in their homelands just to live the adventure. Having a couple among the crew is a little strange as they don't know exactly what they should and shouldn't do. They understand that everything has changed, but they don't understand exactly what has changed.
But of course, they are your relationship's number one advocate! Is someone flirting with Ray or you? So get ready to see a bunch of very angry men and women screaming loudly that you are committed. Do you need a place for a date? You'll see the crew rushing around with all sorts of arrangements to prepare a fancy dinner on the high seas. Gift ideas? You bet they have the best jewels and stolen weapons at their disposal to please their loved one, anything they can help they will gladly do!
Now about you and Rayleigh, nothing seemed to change at first. Obviously you are closer and more intimate but the big changes have already been made, you already live and sleep together. You already wore rings, you didn't hook up with other people, so has anything really changed? Maybe not, but for both of you it was very gratifying to be able to say that you were now married.
He would be more attentive if you needed time together, romantic nights, getaways, anything you want he will get it. He knows that time together is important and that the sea is unpredictable, so any time he can dedicate to you, he will.
What really changes is the future of both, because for Ray the future consisted of continuing to sail until he grew old or died. Without a really big goal after Roger became the king, he just wanted to explore and see more places, live more adventures.
But after you got married? Oh yes, things have changed, he will walk around the islands seeing the couples and their children. Their homes are so comfortable and stable, he finds himself thinking… What if it was you?
What if instead of a ship full of people you had your little house on a remote island, with your little children, your little ordinary peaceful life. Away from adventures, away from dangers, just the two of you and all your enormous love...
He doesn't talk about it much, but if at any point you imply that you'd like to retire and settle down somewhere, he'll definitely take note of it. He will start saving some money and maybe research islands where you could hide and escape the pirate life. Ray loves you and would go anywhere with you, if you are going to live an eternal adventure at sea he is more than ready… But he won't deny that he would love to settle down and have a peaceful life with you.
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Notes: I didn't add an nsfw part because at the time of ordering I didn't accept nsfw requests and I also didn't know if it would be to the taste of whoever asked for it, regardless I liked it a lot
#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x you#onepiece#anime imagines#one piece imagine#imagines#anime and manga#one piece rayleigh#op rayleigh#dark king rayleigh#rayleigh x reader#rayleigh x you#silvers rayleigh
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I imagine? It's REALLY hard for Clark to find someone both willing and ABLE to have sex with his Alien Dick self? Sure, every one THINKS they want to have sex with Superman. But they are imagining a human dick in that suit. The sort of give a human dick HAS.
Reality is totally different.
We're talking tentacles. Little ones to spread and probe, and the big nubby one to writhe and thrust DEEP. We're talking stored INSIDE his body, things unfolding to let them out. People spook. It's hurtful.
Clark gets it. Sex probably just isn't in the cards for him, you know. But he wishes it could be. Wishes he could HAVE that closeness. That pleasure and warmth. That intimacy.
Then he becomes friends with Bruce. It's great.
Becomes like an Uncle to Dick. To Jason.
Jason dies.
Bruce spirals and Clark doesn't know what to do. His friend gets a new son. Slowly starts getting better. Stabilizing. Clark is happy for him. He is!
But? He notices Bruce isn't getting back in the dating scene. Like he had been. He's just PRETENDING too. Clark gets worried. Starts paying attention. Hears something he shouldn't. Something damning.
Grunts of pleasure, the wet slap of flesh. High little "Ah, ah, ah!"s in a voice he RECOGNIZES. Dirty praise dripping from his friends mouth. ROBIN's voice gasping and begging for more. Whining as he comes apart on his mentors cock. As Bruce KEEPS FUCKING HIM.
What in-!?
Clark is stunned. Baffled! Have you gone INSANE!? Confronting him after the next meeting only leads to Bruce staring at him for a long moment, before gesturing for him to follow. A side room. No one can overhear.
Bruce. EXPLAIN.
Bruce does. And it echoes damningly similar to the thoughts Clark has had all his life. Alone. No one will ever want him. Broken. Warmth. Closeness and trust. Bruce hammers it out, into the cracks in Clark's heart. Before he can rally, because this is wrong. They both KNOW this! Before he can rally?
You can have him too.
Devastating.
Don't DO that, Bruce. Don't offer hope in things that are wrong.
But he does, damn him. Stalks out like a shadow, leaving Clark to stew in it. To go back to his cold, empty apartment. And about his cold, empty day. Trying not to think about it. About how WARM he'd feel. How tight.
How this could be Bruce reaching out, at long last.
And eventually? Even he breaks down. The cold and the exhaustion get to him. He just wants CONNECTION. To feel GOOD.
And Bruce greets him like a friend. Tim, who he never really spend time with, all but climbs in his lap. There is good food, warmth, laughter. And eventually, time for bed. Bruce kissing Tim's head and telling him to be good for Clark. Like Clark is doing nothing more then babysitting.
His heart is pounding. What is he DOING?
But Tim just grins and impishly says that because he has superstrength, that means he has to carry him. He does. All the way to his room. Tim shucking his clothes and already talking about what sort of things he snuck in for Clark. Lubricants, mostly.
Moment of truth.
Clark gets undressed. No flinch, no shock, just interest. And it breaks some last reservation he has to peices. He has Tim on the bed in a blink of an eye. Is kissing him, careful as he plunders that little mouth. Feels him squeak and jolt, as his tentacles start exploring where they'll enter. Finding his clit and grabbing hold to tease it.
After that, it's a mess of spreading and squirming. Tentacles plunging deep and rubbing as they explore, softening him up to make room for the big one. Holding him open to take the almost unbearably nubbed main shift. As it writhes and squirms deep to start thrusting.
The boy in his arms crying out and desperately rocking, trying to adjust. Gently holding him still and mowing him back and forth like a toy, while he begs for more, harder. So tight. Soaking wet and life changing.
If he's careful, he can work each and every one into that tight little body, he's sure of it.
It would take HOURS.
He cradles the precious little thing in his arms and let's himself cum BUCKETS into that slowly fucked sloppy, perfect little hole. Gently RUINS him. Presses kisses and praise to his whining, tear stained face. Tells him its okay to be tired, sleep. Clark's got him. Shhhhh.
It's three more times before he can convince himself to stop. Even though Tim has passed out from exhaustion. Poor kid IS base line human. Clark promises himself to do better. Pulls out with the wettest sound he's ever heard. He's probably ruined the bed.
It still take him seconds to clean both it AND Tim. Fly them over to Bruce's room.
Tuck Tim in the middle and slide into bed. Bruce looking far to smug to be asleep. Yeah, yeah, you were right. Again.
He gets the answer for the question he's to afraid to ask. Yes. He can come fuck Tim when ever he wants. House is always open. Their bed, too.
Clark? Has a good friend. He'll take you up on that offer.
Starting in the morning. Wanna watch?
-🐼🐼🐼
bruce offering and sharing tim with clark 😍❤️❤️❤️
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i love your mermaid AU! but what if we switch roles and reader is the water creature. how would the trigun boys react? maybe some nsfw headcanons?
I love this whole mermaid AU coming back, I definitely need to more on it cause I love Mermaid/Siren AUs so much.
TW: interspecies sex, oral (m!receiving/Wolfwood), use of aphrodisiacs (in Knives), creampie, size difference (Vash), breast-fucking (Vash), breeding (Knives), drowning (Knives)
(For Vash I wanted to have the Reader a more Whale Shark build, so they'll be slightly bigger than he is but very docile and sweet)
Vash is definitely the type of guy to go whale watching with mates, pair it with beers and snacks and he'll have the perfect outing on a day off.
The first time he spotted you was when Wolfwood teasingly pushed him overboard, complaining they needed bait to lure anything interesting. Vash arguing with his best friend while still in the water, only to panic as something brushed his leg, pulling him under water. That was when he met a curious mermaid, significantly larger then him, but gentle as they circled him, protecting him with tiger shark that had previously pulled Vash under.
You disappeared the moment Knives pulled Vash out of the water, resulting in screaming match between his brother and best friend. But all Vash could think about was the friendly face that greeted him the moment that suffocating water surrounded him.
After being denied on a boat for weeks from his overprotective brother, Vash eventually managed to return to the exact coordinates he found you, alone this time as watched the waters intensely. It wasn't long until he heard your echoing calls, surfacing to take a closer look.
Vash was mesmerised instantly, watching as you circled his boat with fascination, before pulling your large form onto it. It had Vash panicking at first, but the moment you towered over him all worries disappeared as your dampened hair cascading on either side of him.
Your large form was captivating, yet Vash became increasingly aware of your bare breasts that pressed against his body as your tongue licked his lips, slipping in-between them in a startling kiss.
Needy hands tore Vash's clothes off, leaving him naked for the world to see as you sank your larger body on his.
Vash moaned, hips grinding upwards at your advances. But you pushed him back, shuffling backwards as the boat lurched with your weight, squeezing your breasts over his cock, pumping them up and down.
The entire time Vash was whining, moaning and clawing at the deck of the boat, legs kicking as you worked his cock faster. He was flabbergasted at this sudden advance, but he couldn't stop looking at those patterned breasts, and suddenly this didn't feel so bad.
Vash pulled you into another kiss, moaning against your wet lips. You felt amazing around his cock, not to mention the way you had previously slightly crushed him.
He adored the size difference, enjoying being the weaker of you two as you easily had him whimpering as you squeezed your breasts around his cock.
A final cry had him coming all over your chest, panting as you gave him a praising kiss.
Vash found himself returning more frequently, part of him ashamed that he fucked a mermaid on a regular, but the moment he saw your beautiful form nuzzling into him those worries were swept away as he indulged in you yet again. Falling in love a little harder each time.
(Wolfwood works at a shark observatory, Reader is more so based of a flying fish who accidentally got stuck in bull sharks enclosure)
Nicholas is in charge of a pod of Bull Sharks at a rescue facility, bonding with the creatures and making sure they don't eat each other during feeding time.
The first time he spotted you it was during a smoke break, watching as the sharks darted rapidly towards the outer reef of their massive enclosure. It wasn't uncommon for wild fish or the occasional seal to get stuck in the enclosure, most workers tried to help the creature as quickly as possible. So you could imagine Wolfwood's surprise at having a frantic half-human half-fish creature fly out of the water, tripping him in their attempt to escape the hungry sharks.
Frantic high-pitched chirps and damp, webbed fingers helped Nicholas up, checking him over to make sure there was no injuries.
Meanwhile Nicholas was gobsmacked at the sight of you, cowering as a shark swam a little too close. You were stunning, but he wasn't the kind to believe in silly tales of mermaids... until now that was.
It was obvious you were trapped, the only way back to the ocean was either through the Bull Shark's enclosure or on land, you were stuck either way. So Nicholas opted to help, awkwardly scooping up your body as he exited the enclosure, carrying you as you chittered in his ear.
The moment he reached the edge of the ocean, just outside the enclosure that was walled off, you happily leapt into the water, chirping as you splashed water over your drying scales and skin.
Wolfwood was about to head back, until you chirped loudly his way, ushering him over. He hesitantly obliged, moving closer.
That's when you pounced on him, nuzzling into his chest as you purred. Nicholas felt his cheeks flush, unsure of what was even happening as small waves lapped at his now soaked body.
Delicate hands tugged his work pants lower, Nicholas trying to pull them back up, only to freeze as that purring mouth enveloped his oddly hardened cock. He didn't recall the uncomfortable tightness of his wet clothes, nor the way those stunning eyes had him feeling butterflies in his gut.
Yet your mouth was warm, bobbing up and down as Nicholas stuttered out shaky moans, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as your tongue swirled around the head.
His cock was taken down to the hilt as your throat opened to take him whole, eyes fluttering to look up at the human that so graciously saved you.
You swallowed his release easily, even licking your lips as you gave Nicholas a toothy grin nuzzling into him one last time before leaving. Nicholas left with his cock still exposed, flaccid and covered in drool and cum.
Turns out you needed rescuing a few more times from the grumpy Wolfwood, giving him a new reward each time.
(Knives is a marine biologist, working alongside his mother Rem at her underwater observatory after discovering she had obtained a new asset. Here Reader is a pufferfish mermaid :3)
Knives works in an underwater observatory facility, the lead marine biologist under his mother Rem Saverem. He's often hard to approach as he prefers solitary research in the large reef they've set up the facility in.
He was shocked when Rem excitedly presented you to her eldest son, showing off the mermaid they had rescued from poachers, some of the net still tangled in the many spines across your body.
Other than his mother, Knives was incharge of studying you in your recovery. You were often panicked at the people watching you, darting to hide and camouflage with the natural decor of your temporary tank.
You'd only ever be seen out when Knives was around, taking an odd fascination with the gloomy human that observed you, taking notes on behaviourisms or certain characteristics you portrayed.
When one of the scientists startled you, causing you to panic, that's when Knives realised that the net entangled in your spines was a hindrance to your recovery. Frowning as you got caught on some coral, further injuring yourself as that only panicked you further.
You eventually freed yourself, sad chirping noises filling the tank as you pawed at the missing spines that had snapped off in your fear-stricken phase.
So Knives took it upon himself to untangle the net, taking a small knife to saw away the thick rope.
Of course you startled the moment he entered the water, hiding instantly. But Knives was patient, after all he was doing this after hours, against Rems orders of not interfering with you in hopes you'd recover without relying on humans.
Once you found the courage, recognising the man that made you follow along the glass in silent curiosity, you emerged. Quiet squeaks sounding as you observed this intruder, spines flaring the moment he pulled the knife from his pocket.
Turning to flee, Knives was quick to intercept, grabbing the rope before you could further harm yourself. You flailed desperately, screeching as Knives struggled to cut the net. But once the first cut was made, hissing as your spine pricked his flesh, you calmed.
Allowing Knives to slice the rope free of your body, you whimpered. Hands explored Knives body as he worked, slitted eyes admiring his exposed pectorals, chirping out admiring noises as he quirked a brow at you.
Another prick had Knives flinching, unaware you had flared your spines again, this time with an ulterior motive unknown to Marine Biologist.
Knives mind went foggy, panting into his oxygen mask as his skin began to warm, body feeling oddly fuzzy. You seemed unbothered, finally free of the net you circled the human, slipping off the mask that allowed him to breath.
Quickly you pulled off the remainder of his clothes, body coiling around him as you slid onto his hardened cock, Knives gasping at the foreign sensation.
You were now above him, pushing him to the sandy bottom of your tank, lower body humping his cock as pleased chirps drawled from your lips. The feeling of his cock was addictive to you, watching as Knives body reacted to your aphrodisiac, eyes clouded with lust as he reciprocated your advances.
Knives had been milked several times before his lungs began to squeeze, urging him to resurface for air. But no matter how many times his body jolted or fought against your continuous grinding, you didn't untangle yourself from him, simply cooing at how his hands covered his mouth.
He was borderline unconscious before he was discovered, embarrassingly enough. Rem, his mother, the one to save him from your ruthless fucking.
Yet despite being scolded and treated against your aphrodisiac, Knives couldn't find it in him to regret what he had done. In fact, the moment you were released back after a full recovery, Knives easily found you after you refused to leave the area.
Turns out, other than the drowning part, he enjoyed every touch and caress of your deadly body against his, and he'd be lying if he didn't indulge in some more sinful acts with his precious asset.
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Fleeting Moments
The morning sun creeps through the thin curtains, painting Harry's broad shoulders with a soft, golden hue. I trace the intricate tattoos that adorn his skin, my fingertips hesitating at the faded scars that tell a story of his rough past. We lay tangled together under the sheets, our bodies still humming with the remnants of our passion.
I feel my heart pounding in my chest, the uncertainty hanging in the air like a thick fog. Is it from the fear of what comes next, or the thrill of being with him? I can't quite tell, but I'm too lost in the moment to worry about it.
The only sound in the room is our soft, synchronized breathing, a lullaby that soothes any lingering doubts. I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensation of his skin against mine, the warmth of his body radiating through me.
But soon, reality will come crashing in. We both know this can't last forever. Our worlds are too different, our paths too divergent. Yet, in this moment, none of that matters. All that exists is him and me, and the unspoken promise of a love that transcends everything else.
I press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, savoring the taste of him, and silently vow to hold onto this feeling for as long as I can. Time may be fleeting, but moments like this are timeless, and I will treasure it for eternity.
As the morning light grows brighter, I can feel him stirring beside me. He turns towards me, his green eyes searching mine, and I know that he feels it too. The unspoken words that we both understand, but are too
"Harry," I whisper, breaking the silence. "What does this mean for us?"
He shifts beside me, his green eyes meeting mine for a moment before looking away. With a nonchalant shrug that causes a flicker of annoyance to flare within me, he avoids the question altogether.
"Can't we just enjoy the moment?"
I can feel my heart drop . We've been avoiding this conversation for too long, and I can't keep pretending that everything will be okay without addressing the elephant in the room.
"Harry, we can't just keep avoiding this," I say firmly, my voice betraying the hurt that's building inside of me.
He lets out a heavy sigh, his fingers absently tracing circles on my bare arm. "I know," he finally admits, his eyes still trained on anything but me.
"So what does this mean for us?" I ask again, needing to hear a definitive answer from him.
He pauses for a long moment before turning to face me fully. "I don't know," he says honestly. "But I do know that I care about you. A lot."
My heart swells at his words, but it's quickly replaced by a wave of frustration. "Then why can't we make this work? Why do we have to let our differences tear us apart?"
"Because those differences are still there," he replies with a sad smile. "And as much as I want to ignore them and just be with you, eventually they'll catch up to us."
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I realize the truth in his words. We come from different worlds. We may have found love in each other's arms, but it's not enough to bridge the gap between our two lives.
"I don't want this to end," I whisper brokenly.
"Neither do I," he says softly, brushing away a stray tear from my cheek. "But maybe it's better if we end things now before someone gets hurt even more."
My heart breaks at his words, but deep down I know he's right. As much as it hurts, we both need to let go before it's too late.
Silently, we hold each other, cherishing the moment.
I frown, feeling the sting of his indifference, but decide to let it go for now. We both sit up, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on our exposed skin. He glances over at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "How about I make you some breakfast?"
"Thanks," I whisper, my voice barely audible, "but I think I should head home."
"Alright," he concedes, disappointment evident in his tone. He climbs out of bed and grabs a shirt from the floor, pulling it on as I find my own clothes scattered around the room.
As we dress, my mind races, trying to decipher his true feelings. Is he really so indifferent towards me? Or is he just scared of commitment? The silence between us grows heavier, and I can't help but wonder if this is the beginning of something more or just a one-time encounter that will fade into a distant memory.
My hands grip the steering wheel as I drive home, thoughts of Harry consuming me. The streets blur together, my mind racing with questions and doubts. Pulling into my parking spot, I take a deep breath to steady myself.
I unlock my apartment door and step inside, the sudden silence amplifying my loneliness. Harry's musky cologne clings faintly to my clothes, causing my heart to ache with longing. I can't help thinking about his tattoos - the intricate designs adorning his body, each one holding a story only he can tell.
"Maybe we could have something real," I whisper to the empty room, hoping speaking my thoughts out loud might make them feel more tangible.
Seeking solace in the familiar, I turn on the TV and sink into the couch, letting the movie play as background noise while my thoughts continue to wander. I imagine tracing my fingers across Harry's inked skin, learning the secrets behind every line and curve. My eyes grow heavy as fatigue washes over me, and eventually, I surrender to sleep.
The buzz of my phone jolts me awake. Rubbing my eyes, I glance at the clock on the wall – it is the middle of the night. Picking up my phone, I see a text from Harry: "Good night."
"Good night," I type back, my thumb hovering over the send button for a moment before pressing down. With a sigh, I lean back against the cushions, setting my phone on the coffee table.
I stare at the television, not really watching the images flickering across the screen. "Is this how it's going to be?" I wonder aloud, my voice barely rising above the hum. "Just two people, dancing around the truth?"
As much as I crave answers, I know I can't force Harry to reveal his feelings. All I can do is wait and hope that, in time, our connection grows stronger and the truth finally comes to light.
I stand, legs heavy as I drag myself down the dim hallway to my bedroom. The soft amber glow of streetlights filters through the curtains, casting warmth across the room. Sleep will be my only escape from this endless sea of thoughts and emotions, so I climb into bed, pulling the covers to my chin.
As I drift off, my dreams carry me back to that night with Harry. We are entwined in each other's arms, breaths coming in shallow gasps as we lose ourselves in a world where nothing else matters but us. In the hazy realm of dreams, I can almost feel the heat of his body pressed to mine, and I cling to the sensation, desperate for it to be real.
I feel Harry's chest rumble against me as he chuckles softly. "I don't know, Ayla, but it feels right, doesn't it?" he whispers.
"It does," I reply, my heart swelling with both happiness and uncertainty. I had whispered his name in my sleep, my voice barely audible. Now here we are, together in this moment that feels so right yet fills me with such mixed emotions.
The jarring beep of the alarm shatters my dream, dragging me back to wakefulness. I let out a groan, slapping at the snooze to buy myself a few more minutes of sleep. Blinking my eyes open, the hazy details of the dream slip away, leaving behind a lingering sense of warmth. Though Harry and I have yet to define things between us, at least I know there's a spark of something there. He feels it too.
With a determined mindset, I pushed myself out of bed and made a beeline for the bathroom. The warm glow of the sunrise filtered through the window, giving my skin an ethereal glow. Today was not just any ordinary day, it was a chance to impress – to look my best for work and for Harry. I meticulously applied my makeup, taking extra care to blend eyeshadow onto my lids and perfectly smooth out my foundation until my reflection glimmered back at me with undeniable confidence. Every stroke of the brush felt like painting a masterpiece, the final touch on this morning ritual before heading out into the world.
Maybe today will be different, I thought as I slipped into my favorite dress. Maybe today, we'll find the courage to talk about what happened.
As I brushed my hair, I couldn't help but glance at the clock, anxiety gnawing at the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to be late – not today, when so much was at stake.
"Alright, let's do this," I murmured, taking a deep breath before grabbing my purse and keys and stepping out of my apartment.
The morning sun greeted me as I locked my door behind me, its warm rays casting a golden glow on the world. With each step I took towards my car, my heart beat faster in anticipation – for today held the promise of answers, and maybe even a new beginning.
The engine of my car hummed softly as I pulled into my usual parking space at work, my hands gripping the wheel with a sense of determination. My heart, however, felt like it was about to burst from my chest. Today was the day – the day I would face Harry and finally discuss our relationship.
"Okay," I whispered to myself, taking another deep breath to steady my nerves. "I can do this."
As I exited the car, my heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement, each step echoing in the still morning air. The front doors of the office building loomed ahead, and I couldn't help but steal a glance at my reflection in the glass as I approached, noting with satisfaction that my extra effort had paid off – I looked stunning.
"Morning, Ayla!" chirped Sarah, the receptionist, as I entered the lobby. "You look amazing today!"
"Thank you, Sarah," I replied with a smile, trying my best to sound casual. "I just felt like dressing up a bit."
"Whatever the reason, it's working," said the receptionist, giving her a knowing wink.
I felt a flush rise in my cheeks, wondering if Sarah could somehow tell what was going on between me and Harry. I shook off the thought as I walked over to the front desk, scanning the room for any sign of him.
"Is Harry here yet?" I asked, attempting to keep my voice steady.
"Actually, no," Sarah responded, checking her computer screen. "He hasn't swiped in yet. That's odd; he's usually one of the first ones here."
My heart sank. I tried to hide my disappointment, offering a small, tight-lipped smile. "Well, I'm sure he'll be here soon," I said, turning away from the desk and heading towards my own workspace.
I spent the rest of the morning trying to focus on my tasks, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Harry. Was he avoiding me? Had last night's text been a way of saying goodbye?
"Maybe he just overslept," I reasoned with myself, glancing at the clock every few minutes, counting the seconds until our usual lunchtime rendezvous.
But as the hours ticked by, it became apparent that Harry wasn't coming – not today, at least. I felt an odd mixture of hurt and confusion welling up inside me, tears threatening to spill over onto my carefully applied makeup.
"Get yourself together," I chastised myself in a whisper, wiping away a single tear before it could fall. I couldn't afford to let my emotions get the best of me – not now, when there were still so many unanswered questions
Despite the heavy feeling in my chest, I resolved to carry on, hoping against hope that tomorrow would bring the answers I so desperately sought. But for today, all I had was the lingering scent of his cologne.
I run my fingers over my lips, still tingling from the kisses we shared. I remember the feeling of Harry's hand in mine, his touch electric and comforting at the same time. And now, the ache of his absence leaves a physical weight upon my chest.
The softness of his lips against mine, the way his fingers traced a path down my spine, sending shivers through my body. The memory of his touch still palpable, even in his absence.
Memories of our stolen night together rushed through me, my fingertips tingling as I remembered the touch.
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𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘬𝘪 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴
𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. :,
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘨𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴. =]
Let's get one thing straight: Mans is such a simp, and I mean a BIG SIMP for you. Head over heels in love with you. He'd never let anything happen to his sweet s/o.
If he goes on a call for work let's say, he'd wrap his arm around you while he talks on the phone with his other hand. Mans must feel you at all times.
Y'know how people rub the bottom of cat's necks? He does that to you at times.
If you have nightmares he'll stay awake just to make sure you're okay.
If you're shorter than him and you sit or lay on him while cuddling he'll pat your head softly.
If let's say he has a lollipop, he'd let you have some of it and has no problem popping it in your mouth. He has no problem with indirect kisses and stuff like that especially if you and him are already in a relationship.
If you stand for a while and there's no other seats he'll sit you down on his lap.
If he has time he'll randomly take you out to go shopping at times, especially when he notices your clothes getting too tight or if your clothes don't fit you well anymore.
He'd hold your hand in large crowds so he doesn't lose you.
He really likes relaxing with you on cold days. Hot cocoas with him are the best-
Loves hugging you a lot secretly. He loves you touch and doesn't mind you falling asleep on his stomach or in his arms. If you're about to drift to sleep onto him and your shirt trails up your stomach, he'll pull it down chuckling a bit. "Your stomach is showing." He says, chuckling, while tugging it down lightly. He can't help but find it absolutely adorable whenever you fall asleep onto him and you fully relax. Loves feeling you with no stress or worries, just fully submitting to the relaxation.
Speaking of that, on movie nights you and him have he honestly hopes you'll just fall asleep onto him during the movie after a long day. He enjoys the way you relax and just lean your head onto his shoulder. He enjoys little moments like those.
If you're dehydrated he'll get a water bottle and prop it to your lips, telling you to drink some water and to stay hydrated. "You haven't drank much water, drink some water. It's bad for your organs if you don't drink enough."
When drunk he gets wayyy more touchy. He would hug you more, kiss you more, and would even sometimes just flop onto you. Resting his head on your lap while passing out.
When I mentioned he was a simp for you, I meant it. He'd punch someone in the gut or face for you if someone bothered you a little bit. Training with someone and they go to far? They'll get a yelling from him along with a fist to the face and sometimes gum stuck to their clothes afterwards.
Would wipe your tears with his thumb softly if you cried. Very good at comforting.
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Random Scenario time
His thumb lightly wiped the tears that dripped out of your eyes after a breakdown you had just had. You went through a rough time, and felt stress and anxiety bottle up inside of you for the past few days. Almost like an explosive about to just explode inside of you. You ran your fingers through his shirt, and he felt some wetness come onto his shirt when your tears fell down onto him. He didn't care though, and in fact he barely noticed it as he lightly pat your head, calming you down. Assuring you with sweet words that it'll be okay, and that he's there for you. His calm voice lightly went into your ears as he massaged your hair and rubbed your back,
"Shh...Shh, calm down. It's okay, I'm here now."
Your breathing slowly calmed, as you eventually took slow breaths. He pulled you closer to him, rubbing his hand through your back lightly.
"It's okay, I'm here now, see? You're doing so well baby..."
He said, as your continued to breath slowly onto him. He wrapped his other arm around you, doing anything to calm you down further.
A few minutes later, you laid there with him in silence, him continuing to snake his arms around you and feel your breath.
"I'll make you whatever you like tonight...You want some pho? I can make you that for you if you want. Anything you want I'll try to make."
You nodded your head, feeling his touch and smelling his scent. You felt yourself slowly melt further and further into his touch, slowing your breathing.
"That's it...You're doing great, just continue to breath for me."
He said, pulling your shirt down a bit since it was cold.
You and him continued laying there in bliss, feeling all worries drift away like you two were on clouds.
You continued laying with him as your worries melted away. For once feeling at peace.
I feel so damn cringe writing these help- 😭 well uh if these provide comfort for you then I wish the best and thank you for reading. 🥲
#chainsaw man#csm#chainsaw man x reader#csm x reader#chainsaw man headcanons#csm headcanons#chainsaw man scenarios#csm scenarios#aki#aki hayakawa#hayakawa aki#aki fluff#aki hayakawa fluff#hayakawa aki fluff#aki x reader#aki hayakawa x reader#hayakawa aki x reader#I imagined all of these bc I need therapy badly but I'm too broke asf to afford one
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Noticing more people like me on here who, while they are into this kink, don't want to be fully pushed into being a masculine man. Would instead rather be a girly male of some sort~ Soo, hoping people might like this idea my brain suddenly hit me with!
The people who want to detransition you, they want you to be a good traditional example of your true gender. It's such an ideal goal after all isn't it? Not a bit of that female life of yours left. However sometimes it's obvious that someone just can't do that. The fighting, the resistance is simply too much.
The thing is, in cases like this, it would be silly to simply give up. So, if it's impossible to have you in your traditional reproductional role, impossible to have you dress and present as you should, well why not try and go as far as possible~? How about some good old fashioned conditioning <3
So, overtime, you're brought to a room. Maybe you get put in a trance, maybe not. The process is the same regardless. Over the course of this "session" you'll get shown images and videos of people identifying as your true gender, but instead, wow this looks much better! This guy looks just like a girl, and his voice is so cute, maybe it'd be okay to be just like him? After all if he identified as a girl, no one would ask a single question!
They'll ask, would you like to be him? You can answer however you want, however answering positively is a very good idea. You'll be praised, and maybe just maybe even get gifts. Maybe even a dose of estrogen, or a cute girly outfit to wear. You've been desperate for such things for so long right? So it makes sense to eagerly exclaim "I'd love to be him!" So you can get your E, good boy~
As time goes on though, these images and videos will become more and more masculine. Testing you, easing you in. Don't worry, it'll be gradual. Maybe the second guy will just have a noticebly masculine aspect or two. Maybe his voice will sometimes expose him as male. Just simple things! So again, you'll get asked. "Would you like to be him?"
It's tougher this time, it's tougher to say yes. However the rewards are so good, what are the consequences of saying yes anyway? You could risk it, you probably should. These guys look so cute after all! Eventually though, they show you someone you just couldn't be. You shake your head, and the session continues for a little bit longer, showing you a few more people before ending.
This process happens so many times, day after day, week after week. Some are there for longer of course, but everyone that is taken into this program is there for a decent while. Sometimes the same, sometimes different people are shown to you, but each time, gradually building up in masculinity. The person there keeping an eye on it all, analyzing what exactly is making you hit your limit.
The thing is, how far you're willing to go, keeps going further and further. At first it was just really cute and girly guys, who would absolutely pass as women if they chose to! Now though? You just said you'd happily be this obviously male crossdresser. He's not manly, not by a long shot, but he has various masculine features. And you're okay with looking like that? You want to look like that? You told them you did, but sure, you just really wanted more E, more praise, more cute clothes. God imagine looking like him and wearing that dress they gave you~!! <3 <3 <3 Ahem, no of course not. You just really needed the benefits of saying yes..
Maybe you're more of a fighter though, or just much more reserved. Not willing to go further than the absolute girliest and most feminine of guys you see. Problem for you is, that they measure even the tiniest of twitches inside that underwear of yours. So, all you're doing is losing out on the rewards, but they know how masculine you're willing to have your body become. How masculine you'd LOVE your body to become.
At a certain point it all reaches a limit. You simply can't go any further, you're put off by the final men they show you day after day. It's just too much. It's okay~ You've done so well, and you've improved so much~! The most masculine men you responded positively towards are recorded, and then the real fun begins~
Overtime, your body is made to look just like them. Just as masculine, as masculine as you can go in every single way you responded positively to. "God I wish that were me~" Well now you get to look just like that. From head to toe, such a good boy!
As a final "graduation" gift for your detransition. You're given a book of your progress through that process you went through. There on the first page, is something that makes your heart jump. On one side, are the guys who were your limit on day 1. On the other, are the ones who were your ultimate limit. The ones you look just like on this so very important and happy day. Your cock can't help but twitch twitch twitch, looking at it, knowing that you'll never ever look as feminine or girly as those first guys ever again, but... would you want to? <3
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Wally x Reader - An Unforeseen Friendship Pt.3
GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!
Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - You
WARNING: Sorry!! This one is way longer than the others!!!
Came the next day, you ran into an issue. You had to go shopping for Wally. He needed more clothes, shoes, socks, underwear, a comb, a stepping stool, and a small training toilet. Something he could reach in time to use the restroom. He needed a brush for washing, and fabric cleaner, for his skin?
He needed quite a bit, and you were willing to get it for him, but.... that's where the issue came in. Wally had Separation Anxiety, and he wanted to come along. You didn't mind, but people wouldn't react too friendly to a walking, talking puppet. They'll point, film, and call him all sorts of names, they'll probably overwhelm him, and would even try to steal him for a quick buck. You couldn't let that happen. So you had to come up with something.
You decided to place him in your backpack, it was the only comfortable thing you could think of that'll let him be with you but unseen. So, you told him to get dressed while you went and fetched your backpack. You looked through your closet, looking for your old-school backpack. "Come on, come one. Don't tell me I threw it away." You said in a desperate tone. You had a worried look on your face, as you shuffled through the clothes.
Your hand came across some rather thick fabric and hope lit up in you, you grabbed it and pulled it toward you, seeing the familiar color, and you smiled. "BINGO!!" You said happily, you reached in, unhooking the back from the hanger, and you pulled it out. You stared down at it, memories from your teenage days as a high schooler running through your mind and you smiled. "Man, I never thought I'll be using this again so soon." You said.
"So many memories... and now... I'm about to make newer memories with this thing." You said as you looked back at Wally. He was currently buttoning up his shirt, and he was standing in front of the full-body mirror, adjusting his collar. He then noticed you in the mirror and he smiled and waved at you. You smiled and waved back at him. You then looked back down at the bag and sighed. "Whelp here's to a new chapter in my life." You said before you unzipped it.
You helped Wally tie up his shoes, as he said that he didn't really know how to. So you helped him tie them, along with his cute little neck scarf. He had it tied, but it was sloppy, so you untied it and tied it better, You smiled as you ran your hands over his small shoulders. "There, all dressed!!" You said. He smiled up at you. "Thanks, (Y/N)!!" He thanked you, and you beamed at him. "You're welcome, Wally!" You said.
You then placed the bag on the floor, holding it open for him. You looked at him with a questionable gaze, sizing him up. You nodded in confidence. "Wally, do you think you can fit in this bag?" You asked him. He looked down at it for a moment, before he walked up to it and he tried getting in it. You watched him take a few positions, trying to get in comfortably, and he eventually figured something out. He was a bit cramped, but he wouldn't be in there for too long. You already made a mental note to get him a stroller to put him in.
You couldn't think of anything else that would work for him, so a stroller would do until something better came along. He sat down in the bag sideways, his knees bent up to his chest and he gave you a thumbs up. "I think I fit." He said, and you smiled. "Good!! This way, we can travel together." You said, and he beamed at you. "You're so nice, (Y/N)." He said. You smiled at him sweetly. "Thank you, Wally. You're nice too, and cute!!" You said as you lightly tickled him under his chin and he giggled. "That tickles!!" He said joyfully. You smiled at him.
You then looked over at the couch, seeing a stack of plain paper with markers. You walked over to the couch, picked the items up and you came back over toward the backpack. Wally watched you curiously. You crouched back down next to him. "Here you go, Wally. You can draw everything you see while we're out, okay." You told him as you gave him the items. He smiled brightly as he accepted the items. "I get to draw?" He asked. You nodded. "Yup, your draw while I shop, but you have to stay quiet, and keep the backpack zipped up, you can show me everything once we're home, okay?" You told him.
He seemed happy with that arrangement as he beamed up at you. "Okay, I'll draw lots of things." He said, popping a cap off he began drawing. You smiled, zipping up the bag, you left a gap big enough for him to see and breathe out of, and with that, you threw on your backpack, grabbed your keys, hit the lights and you left. You walked to your car, having to pick up quite a load while you'll be out. You placed the bag down gently in the back seat and unzipped the bag. Wally looked at you confusedly.
"I'm going to keep the bag unzipped while we drive okay? But only in the car, in public, we zip up okay?" You explained to him, and he nodded. "Okay." He said before he went back to drawing. You smiled, pulling the seat belt around him to keep him safe. You made a mental note to get him a car seat too. It'll be more comfortable for him so that the seatbelt won't hurt him. Once you strapped him in, you closed the car door, getting into the front seat, you closed your own door, locking it before you sighed.
You leaned back into your seat and you sat there. 'I feel like I'm caring for a baby.' You thought. 'But, a baby with the understanding of like a 12-year-old in a way.... it's strange.' You thought as you shook your head. You looked in the rearview mirror, seeing Wally happily coloring away, and you smiled. "At least it won't be so quiet and boring anymore, right?" You said aloud. Wally looked over at you and you smiled. You said nothing as you sat up straight, started the car up, placed your seat belt on and you backed up. "Here's to a new life." You said before you drove off.
Wally watched in wonder, as the clouds zoomed by quickly. "The clouds are going somewhere." He said. You shook your head. "The clouds aren't going anywhere, Wally it's us going somewhere." You said, he nodded at your words. "Are they going to be at home? When we get back?" He asked. You shook your head and smiled at his adorable question, but you decided to humor him. "Yes, Wally. The clouds will be at home waiting for us." You said, he smiled at your words as he watched the clouds. "That's good." He said before he went back to drawing. You smiled at him, before you focused back on the road, heading to your nearest Walmart.
The trip to the store was simple and easy, Wally listened to instructions very well. The first thing you bought was a stroller. There were so many to choose from but you didn't like the prices here. You nearly fainted when you saw the prices. "$399.99!? ARE THEY OUT OF THEIR MINDS!?" You said in astonishment. "Yeah no, I'll find something better for cheaper." You said as you left the baby section. You wanted to go ahead a grab the boy's clothes since you were already here, but you wanted Wally to be comfortable, so you'll wait on clothes.
You walked to the sports sections, seeing something on a TV show years ago, you thought it was cute, but you didn't know if it even still existed. You looked through the area, seeing all the sports items, and a kid's bike with training wheels caught your attention. 'That'll be nice for Wally.' You thought as you could imagine him playing on the bike in the backyard. You saved the thought, promising to buy him one once you had better money. You looked around the bike area, and your eyes gleamed with happiness once you say it.
"YES!! THEY STILL HAVE THEM!!" You celebrated as you trotted over to the bike trailer. It was made of strong plastic, and it was a pretty orange one. You wished they had blue, but this will do. You pulled it down and looked through it, and you saw that it had a small seat in it, and plenty of pockets on the inside and outside, it even had cupholders inside and out. "This is perfect!" You said. seeing that it had a handlebar on it to push made you even happier. The price was much more reasonable too. "$119.99. That's way better." You said. You bought the trailer immediately.
You wheeled it out to your car, opened the backdoor, placed your back down on the seat gently and you unzipped the bag. Wally looked up at your immediately, your happy smile was the first thing he saw and he smiled at you. "Hi, (Y/n)." He said. "Hi, Wally." You replied. You turned away from him, getting the trailer ready for him to sit in. He looked at you, trying to peek around you curiously. "What are you doing (Y/N)?" He asked you. You stayed quiet, focusing on the task at hand, and you smiled once it was ready. You looked back at him and you smiled.
"Ready to get out of the backpack?" You asked him, he lost his curious face and he smiled as he nodded excitedly. He was much happier in the trailer. He was enjoying himself greatly. You had buckled the seat belt that was in the trailer, and you zipped it up, it naturally came with breathing holes. You happily pushed the trailer around, it also had a basket on the back of it, so you'll almost never need a grocery cart!!
Going straight to the clothing section. You bought him 5 button-up shirts, each a different color. 3 short sleeves and 2 long sleeves. He was already wearing a long-sleeved one, so you just wanted to keep a balance for him. You bought him 3 cardigans, all different colors, and 5 bottoms. 3 pairs of shorts and 2 pairs of pants, all different colors. You bought him new shoes, all slip-on, and all different colors. You even got him a pack of 5 pairs of underwear.
The price? "$81.59, Not too bad, could be cheaper, but it's needed." You said. You even got him a little belt. Next was for his daily care. A brush to wash himself, a comb for his hair, a stepping stool, and fabric cleaner for his.. skin? The price? "$31.77, Now that's much more like it!" You said. You bought everything in bundles, making it easier on you mentally, if you got it all at once, the price would make you put it all back. So you bought things, and you placed the bags in your car.
You made a mental note to buy another basket to add to your trailer, you were already addicted to the thing. The next thing to tackle was entertainment. Wally liked to draw, color, and read. So you bought him 2 coloring books, of his choice. He wanted Sesame Street and Mickey Mouse!! You even got him a sketchbook, for him to freely color whatever he wanted. You bought him a washable and fabric-safe paint set of twelve colors, and you got him loads of different types of paintbrushes, washable markers, and crayons. You got him some safety scissors, some glue sticks, and some cute little cutout shapes that he could trace.
You smiled down at his little arts and craft collection and you felt like a successful caretaker. You then looked up and you happen to see a play set. One was of fake foods, one was of fake dishes and one was a small buildable table set. You bit your lips, looking at the prices of each individual set, weighing the weight of your wallet in your pocket.... "The price was $118.78...ugh, the things I do for love." You said as you swiped your card.
You walked back over to the baby section, you honestly dreaded this part, the prices over here were insane and you didn't want to even look at their car seats. By the stroke of god, you found one for only $59.98, you swear that you could hear the heavens singing when you picked up the car seat. "I must be going something right, for luck is on my side!!" You cheered. You carried the car seat to your car, opened the back door you set the seat up, trying to remember how to strap it in, it wasn't too complicated, and within one time, was buckled in. You tighten the strap and turned around, unzipping the trailer, Wally looked up at you.
You smiled at him. "Ready to go home, Wally?" You asked him, he nodded happily, trying to unbuckle his seat belt. You smiled at him as you helped him unbuckle it, he climbed out and climbed into the car, you had to give him a little boost. "Sit right here, Wally." You told him. He looked at the car seat, and he claimed into the car seat. It was cute watching him climb into it. Once he was seated, you buckled him in, you had to struggle for a bit, trying to finger out how to tighten him in, and you found it. It was behind the car seat and you rolled your eyes, but you didn't complain. Once he was safely strapped in, you reached into one of the bags and you pulled out his coloring books.
"Which one do you want, Wally?" You asked him as you presented to books to him. He immediately picked Sesame Street one and you smiled. You turned to fold up the trailer, getting ready to put it away, until Wally asked you something. "(Y/n)? Can we get some apples?" He asked you, and your eyes widen as you froze. Back in the store, you bought Wally quite a bit of apples. You got other fruits too. Pinaaples, watermelon slices, bananas, cantaloupe, grapes, strawberries, and oranges.
You bought some other foods as well, baked goods, more sugar, and flower, boxes of macaroni, a bag of rice, some ground beef, some spices, seasoning, eggs, butter, milk, oatmeal, coffee, creamer, bacon, and some snacks. You got Wally some fruit snacks, rice crispies, and some animal crackers. He was happy to get a snack. Once that was done, you were able to actually strap Wally into his car seat, break down the trailer, and drive home. On the way there, you and Wally enjoyed the ride in silence, the light music on the radio played.
When you got to the red light, you nearly cursed aloud when you realized that you forgot to get him something to read. "Darn, I forgot your reading books, Wally." You told him. He looked up from his coloring. "That's okay. I like the paper batter." He said. You looked at the rearview mirror in confusion. 'The paper?' You thought. "The newspaper, Wally?" You asked him, and he nodded. "It's how I keep up with the others." He said. You looked at him in confusion, but the sound of honking made you focus on the road, your light turned green.
You drove home, deep in thought about what Wally said, and you realized. 'I get a newspaper every morning, but I never read it.' You thought. 'I'll give it to Wally from now on, he'll like that, plus it saves me money.' You thought. You were pulled from your thoughts when Wally spoke to you. "Thank you, (y/N)." He said. You looked at him in the mirror before you looked back at the road. "For what, Wally?" You asked him. "For taking care of me." He said. You smiled, your heart warning at his words. "You're welcome, Wally." You said. He then spoke again, and it caught your attention. "You're like, Poppy. I miss Poppy." He said, you looked at him in the mirror, seeing the sad look on his face.
"Oh yeah? Who's Poppy?" You asked him. "She's a friend of mine.... she was my friend." He said. His voice sounded sad and slightly distant. You felt sorry for him. "What happened to her?" You asked. He didn't say anything for a while, so you decided to drop it, about to change the subject to music when you heard a song come on, but then he spoke again. "She vanished, with the rest of them... 70." He said. His words plagued your mind and his words were so strange, you couldn't even begin to ask him what he meant, you just couldn't understand. You looked in the mirror, and Wally was already back to normal, coloring in his book once more. '70?...' You thought.
Once you got home, Wally immediately wanted to help you bring the bags inside. You didn't want to risk having anyone seeing him buuuuuut, you lived in a dead-ass neighborhood, so you decided to let him help, plus you had quite the load too, so the extra help was greatly wanted. You gave him all the light bags, not wanting to put a strain on him. You opened the Trailer, and as you placed the larger items inside of it, you loved this thing.
You closed all the car doors, locking the car before you pushed the trailer inside, Wally walked ahead of you, happy to open the door for you, and smiled down at him. "Thank you, Wally." You said as you walked inside. "You're welcome." He said as he closed the door, and locked it. You sighed as you threw your keys on the counter and you flopped on the couch. Wally walked up to you and stared up at you. "Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded as you gave him a tired smile. "Yup, I'm okay, just tired." You told him.
"Oh... that's good... I think." He said, you smiled at him. "Yes, Wally. It's good." You said. You looked over at the clock on the wall and you sighed. "UGH!!! I got to cook lunch in a few minutes too? Ugh.....alright, I'll just make something light." You said, as you got on up and you stretched. "OKAY!!!! Let's get your things put away, right Wally?" You asked him as you looked down at him. He stared up at you with a concerned look. "But, you're tired?" He asked. You sighed. "Yes, I am, but we have to get your stuff put away. We need a clean house." You told him. He nodded before he silently walked over to his coloring books and he picked them up. You stared at him for a while, before you got started on the other things.
You put away all his personal things, such as his hairbrush, and washing brush, you placed his stepping stool next to the wall, and you gathered up his clothes and you walked upstairs to your now shared bedroom. You had emptied out a section of your drawer just for him. You folded up his clothes and placed them into the lowest drawer. Wally walked into the room, carrying his cart supplies with a bit of a struggle, but he dumped it all on the ground. You watched him, as you opened his pack of underwear.
He picked up his items, one by one, and he placed them neatly into a fabric bin that you got down from the shelf just for him. You smiled as you went back to putting his clothes away. His shoes you placed on the shoe rack in your closet, you didn't have many shoes, but you didn't need many. Once all his new things were put away, you sat down on your bed and sighed. 'Now to make lunch.' You thought. You sat there a little longer, before you got on up, groaning when you did. Wally silently followed you. You walked down the stairs and you noticed his new play sets. "Hmmmmmm, cooking can wait." You said as you made a beeline to his new toys, the child in you wanting to open up his things and set them up for him.
You dumped out his fake food and he practically raced to them, you smiled at him sweetly as you dumped out his dishes and he gravitated towards the next, immediately playing with them. You then opened up his table and chair set. You pulled out all the pieces, and you smiled when you saw that they were blue and yellow. "Yes!" You whispered. You looked at the giant Lego-like pieces and you looked at Wally. "You wanna build your table and chair, Wally?" You asked him. He looked up from his toys and he nodded eagerly.
You smiled, as he walked over to you, and you told him what to do and he picked up on it. He was pretty smart, he understood pretty quickly. You walked into the kitchen, sighing as you looked at all the groceries laying around, you got to work, putting up the food, and when you came across the fruits, you got giddy. "OH YAY!!! I forgot that I got sliced fruit, I can just eat this!! Plus Wally wanted any apple anyways!!" You said, your inner couch potatoes coming out.
You happily bounced over to the fridge and you were about to open it, but seeing his drawing that he drew the day before caught your attention. You stared at the picture, a small sweet smile on your face as you stared at it, but your smile slowly fell, as you looked at the house. "Are those....eyes?" You asked aloud, as you looked at the windows. 'What?' You thought in confusion. 'My house doesn't have eyes.' You thought in confusion.
You then thought back to what he said in the car, and you looked over at Wally. His back was toward you, as he was putting his chair together. His Tables were built, but the legs were all crooked and loose, he was placing his second leg on the chair. You stared at him, a serious yet curious look on your face as you did. 'Who are you, Wally? And what's your story?' You thought before you looked back at the picture, focusing on the eyes of the house.
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Platonic yandere jjba villains (p.1 re-write)
This is an au ware the Villains live together and are yandere for your sister and platonic yandere for you.
(Y/n): Your name
(S/n): sisters name
I was left depressed when my parents died in a car crash, I was alone for a for a few days and didn't answer anyone's phone calls. Which worried my older sister a lot, so she texted me that she was going to pick me up to live with her, so I started to pack my clothes and some belongings. My sister warned me that she had some roommates and that they could be a bit intimateing."Are you sure it's a good idea? I don't want to bother your roommates..." I said to my sister as we were on another phone call."I'm sure you'll be fine, I'll talk to my friends so they'll leave you alone."
I believed my sister and didn't really worry about them until I actually met them. My sister told me their names Dio, Kars, Wamuu, Esidisi, santana, kira, diavolo, and Doppio Their names sounded very odd, but I didn't say anything as I left to go hide in my new bedroom. The men mostly ignored me. However, Doppio didn't. He was nice enough, but I don't understand why he insistent that we talk. He followed me to my room, and sadly, my door didn't have a lock. My sister trusts these men too much.
I noticed that Doppio was following close behind me as i walked into my room. "Do you need any help unpacking?" Doppio asked in a sweet tone as I opened one of my suitcases, I just wanted to be left alone."No thanks, but thanks for the offer." I said, starting to put my clothes in the dresser, but he didn't listen and helped anyway.
"Do you know how long you're going to stay?" Doppio asked, sounding curious."I only plan on staying for a few months." My answer caused Doppio to look concerned."But where would you go? If I remember correctly, you don't have any other family around." He's right. I don't have any other family, but I had a really bad feeling about the men in this house, and the fact that I'm smaller than everyone does not help at all.
I just have to wait for school to start so I can be able to stay away from everyone and hopefully not annoy anyone."Um....do you know anything about the other men here? Like should I stay away?" Doppio started to think."Well, I think you should definitely avoid kars, santana, diavolo, and dio. I'm sure they dislike everyone who isn't (s/n)." That does make sense. They didn't look happy when I arrived, but I quickly went into my room before they could say anything.
Before I could ask Doppio anything else I heard my sister calling for me, I think she's trying to get me to interact with her 'friends'."hey (y/n)! Can you come down for a few minutes!?" I was apprehensive about being around the others and Doppio could tell."hey, I can tell (s/n) that you're tired and don't want to talk." Doppio offered, sounding sympathetic, understanding that I didn't want to be around the others."no it's alright, I'll have to see them eventually anyway. It's best that I just get it over with." Doppio nodded and followed me out of my room, I tried to hide my fear as I walked downstairs hearing my sister talking to the other men, it sounded like she was trying to convince them about something.
"just give her a chance she won't cause any troub- oh? (y/n) you finally came down! Do you like your room?" I nodded before responding in a small voice."yes I like it." I examined everyone in the room. Kars, dio, diavolo and didn't really look happy but they seemed to agree to what my sister asked and Wamuu and kira looked indifferent to my presence. Doppio and (s/n) are the only ones that looked happy that I was there, I was about to ask if I could leave but then (s/n) started to talk again."(y/n) I'd like you to try to stay out of your room."
Damn I didn't like the idea of staying around everyone longer than I need to."Alright..... is there anything else you need to talk about?" The others started to leave the room, leaving only me, Doppio, and diavolo. I was about to leave, but Doppio stopped me as he started to talk to diavolo.
"Boss (y/n) isn't what we thought she'd be. Rather tame compared to other kids." Diavolo just looked at me then back to Doppio."And I'm supposed to care?" He sounded less annoyed but not by much."I'm not going to stay for that long, I'm going to leave as soon as I can so I won't bother you much." Doppio immediately looked at me, worried.
"Why do you want to leave already? You haven't even been here a day." Before I could say anything, diavolo started to talk again."Just don't annoy anyone, and you'll be fine. Almost everyone will just ignore you." I just sighed."I'm going to school in a week so I'm not going to be around much." Doppio didn't seem to like that either. "Don't you think it's too soon? Your parents died not long ago. You need time to grieve." He wasn't wrong, but I didn't want to stay here, I don't feel safe here. I got out of Doppio's grasp before going back to my room.
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So I just read your Dbd Killers as parents and I was wondering if you could do the knight and the Oni too I'm sorry but I just love them so much and I just want to know what they would be like as parents you don't have to if you don't want to of course have a good day or night.
I absolutely can. I'm going to add another killer on there if that's alright. Please enjoy
Killers as Parents
Knight, Oni, Mastermind
Knight
First off, he doesn't really want to be a dad.
He never had any interest in children.
But he's also afraid he'd be an awful father.
He's terrible at expressing emotions other than rage.
The moment he lays eyes on the child, everything changes.
He'll become a papa bear.
His men are always around too, so the kids will have four 'uncles' to help out too.
God help anyone who lays a hand on this child.
Tarhos has very traditional views on what men and women should be doing.
So, if you have girls, expect him to be spending a little less time with them.
He will have a heavier focus on the boys.
From the moment they can lift a sword, they'll be trained.
If his daughter is interested in learning about the use of swords, he'll be hesitant.
You'll have to really prime him to understand that gender roles don't apply anymore.
If our son doesn't want to fight, he doesn't have to. If our daughter wants to learn how to use a sword, she can.
It might take him a while to understand, but he'll eventually get it.
He's not the most cuddly dad in the world.
But his children will always feel protected.
Even though he doesn't say it often, his kids know he loves them.
Oni
He's ecstatic!
Someone to carry on the family name.
Kazan never thought this day would really come!
He had a wife and son before, but he wasn't ready at that point in his life.
He's very ashamed at how little he paid attention and cared about them.
Now he's ready, and he's willing to make up for what he did.
He knows it won't change the past, but it at least brings him some solace knowing that he's really going to try this time.
However, he can't bring himself to hold the baby.
He's terrified he'll hurt them.
Just coach him through it and he'll slowly start to relax.
Kazan just needs you around to help him.
He used to be very traditional.
He had a very ridged view on what men and women should be doing.
However, after all he's seen in his life, his views have changed slightly.
If his son doesn't want to be a samurai, he'll be disappointed, but he won't hate his child.
But he'll still be teaching him basic self-defense, that's not up for negotiation.
If his daughter wants to learn how to use a sword, he'll be apprehensive, but he'll respect and teach her.
He's still going to want to put pretty clothes on her and put flowers in her hair.
He wants to see that beauty.
No matter what his kids end up doing (as long as it's something positive and productive to society) he's proud.
That being said, he can be very strict, but it's only because he wants to see his children grow up to be strong respectable adults.
But, in the end, it's because he truly loves them, just as much as he loves you.
Mastermind
Wesker is actually very excited to be a father.
Both of you, perfect beings, bring another perfect being into the world.
But he's also anxious about it.
He has so many enemies, and he's worried that you and the child will be a bargaining chip.
So, as much as he hates to do so, you both have to be a secret in his life.
It pains him to not be able to talk about how amazing his child and partner are.
But it's for your own safety.
He's often traveling for work, so he can't always be around
When he is able to be around, he's an excellent father.
He's willing to do his share of the housework, if not more, so you could get a break.
Playing with your children, teaching them skills, occasionally spoiling them.
He knows it won't make up for the fact that he's gone, but it's an effort.
No doubt they'll be athletically adept, so he would very much for them to find some physical activity to hone those skills.
His children will be respectful, polite, and well spoken.
He doesn't care if they go to work with him, or somewhere else to work (Just not the BSAA).
It's their lives.
As long as they make something of it, he'll be proud of them.
Those children will grow up to be honest, hardworking, intelligent people.
And, not for a second, will they deny that they had an amazing father.
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