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ravenelyx · 5 months

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Hello! Do you take requests? If so I have oke for you :)

It’s similar to the recent one about Sebastian hugging the reader. Could it be with Omi this time?

I love your writings, btw.

I absolutely can !!! And thank you so much ♡♡

Let me in. - Ominis Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: fluff, kissing, angst and comfort, Ominis is touch-starved, Ominis is insecure, neck kissing, fuck the Gaunt family all my homies hate the Gaunt family, we all know Omi's past, cuddling and snuggling, House is not specified, (implied) established relationship

Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never learned how to love. But he has you, and you're willing to teach him.

A/N: I hope you like this!! I followed a different tangent than Sebastian's.

Masterlist

you can find the whole fic here on ao3 as well

Sebastian's version

He wishes love were easy.

But nothing had ever been easy in Ominis Gaunt's life.

When he opened his heart to her, he opened something deep. A Pandora box of sorrow and grief and everything he'd buried so deep he'd forgotten about it.

Unfortunately, his body never forgets. It shows when she takes his hand. It unleashes when she brushes his hair. That gnawing, scorching flame burning where her touch remains.

She asks him how he's doing, he doesn't answer, words trapped behind his teeth like in a prison of jelly and guilt. He thinks she doesn't really want to be bothered by his problems.

She takes his hand while walking, he moves it away, clutching it to his chest in an attempt to build back that armor she threatens to break every time.

"Ominis," she speaks quietly in the night, when he keeps her always at an arm's distance. "Please, come here."

He wants to cry.

"I don't know how."

The smell of her hair lingers on the pillow when she leaves, and he quietly brings it to him, burying his face in the softness of her girly perfume. Even then, he feels too much freedom; taking up a space that isn't his own. He turns his back to it.

She seems tired today.

"Ominis." Her voice is weary, sad. She's near the fireplace, brooding. He feels like he's done something wrong.

"What is it?"

He balks before approaching her, his voice coming out in a sycophantic squeak that makes his blood run cold. He is afraid: afraid she'll find him some day. That she'll offer her hand and he'll take it with no qualms, allowing her to pull him up, away from those doubts cramming his mind when she gets too close.

"Why do you never let me in?"

He's drowning.

Why? Why? The answer is immediate, pulled right from his brain by that tight awareness that has always been more of a curse than a blessing. Because Ominis Gaunt feels that he is phrogging in other people's existence until they get tired and throw him into the nearest garbage. Because he has never found a place where he could sit down, wind his legs and feel at peace. Because if one day someone finds him with his defenses down, when he hits the bottom of the bin headfirst, he will never forgive himself.

"I don't know how." His inveterate answer comes, drawing a sigh from her. She always drops the subject after, and he feels safe.

This time, she breaches the armor again, and he has got no time to glue it back.

"Come here."

His hands tremble when he follows, sitting down next to her. She opens her palm to him and he feels it on his leg.

"Take it."

Her fingers feel soft to the touch, slipping between his as if filling up a space in his heart he had missed, pushing back his doubts and making a home for itself. He holds her hand and runs his thumb on her knuckles.

"What does this mean?" He asks feebly.

"That you can do much more."

He feels the corner of his lips push down in a grimace. "I don't know h—"

"I'll show you."

Her movements are languid and elegant like a snake, and he feels like she might strangle him and cut his breath and leave him for dead. But he wants to keep holding her hand.

"What do I do?"

"Come here."

This time, he listens.

She lets him move first, wrap his arms around her, as if testing her shape. He runs his hands over her delicate ribs, then down to the soft curve of her waist, then around her; feels the weight in his arms, like she could crush him at any moment. But she doesn't.

She lets him pull her on him, giving him her body. His hands are shaking and he feels inadequate to hold her; to keep her safe and not let her fall.

"Just do what feels right," she whispers.

None of this feels right. But it feels comfortable, and it feels different, and it feels like his heart is slowing down and his weight is meeting the ground and pushing against it like he will never need to get up anymore.

And there are her lips. He feels them with his fingertips; the curve at the top, the soft flesh, the sticky texture of her lipstick. He brings his trembling mouth to hers for the first time and pulls away just as quickly.

"I'm sorry…" he almost cries again.

"Do it again."

He swallows and pushes his lips against hers. He doesn't have the courage to move and breathes against her mouth.

She giggles and his heart breaks, because of course he was doing it wrong. "I'm sorr—"

Her mouth moves against his, takes his bottom lip in a quick suckle and then frees it again. He holds his breath until he can't stay still anymore.

"How does that feel?" she asks.

"More…"

Something inside him cracks open at her taste, pushes and pulls and crushes him, and he holds on to her. It's all too much and it's all not enough. He licks his lips and tastes her lipstick and he wishes he could see her.

When she cups his cheek, he flinches.

"This feels…"

Horrible. Good. Terrifying. Perfect. Different.

"We can go slow," she says, and it's more than he could ask for. "But I'm here, and I'm yours."

He nods and attempts to find her, and he presses his forehead against her collarbone. She's warm there.

"Thank you," He's crying against her skin, and she skims her hand against his back.

He feels naked, a brush of cold hair against his chest where his defenses have cracked. She's pulling his armor down with a gentle touch, and he lets her until he hears it hit the ground loudly.

"You can relax now." He thinks he hears her say. Perhaps it was a dream. And when he hesitantly brushes his lips against her skin, he allows her in.

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book-place · 11 months

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Arts and Crafts Disaster

Warnings: blood, papers cuts, slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Castiel x reader platonic, Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader

Request: hello :))) I have a request!! Can you do a castiel x child reader where castiel has to babysit child reader again, but child reader somehow injured themself and dean and sam come back from a hunt to a crying child reader and a panicky cas? thanks!! love your stories btw<33

Request by: @homowholikespace

*not my gif*

Summary: Cas is back to babysit again

A/N: There’s some references to a past work of mine —> Of Cats and Angels; Also, yes paper cuts do hurt that much. No, it’s not dramatic

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Cassie!” You cheered as soon as the angel landed in the bunker's library, hurrying over and wrapping your arms tightly around his leg in a hug.

“Hello, Y/n.” He greeted, patting the top of your head fondly.

“Thanks again for watching her, Cas.” Dean spoke up, striding into the room as he slung a duffel bag containing all he would need for the upcoming hunt over his shoulder.

“It is no problem.” He answered the eldest Winchester honestly, nodding along as you already began babbling to him about one thing or another.

Dean gave him a smile, clapping him on the back before trailing after Sam, who had walked up the stairs and out into the garage moments ago.

The two of them were going out on a hunt a couple miles away, so they called up their angel friend to babysit you once more. Considering the last time had been a success, save for the newfound kitten that now roamed the halls of the bunker.

“Say ‘hi’ to Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, Cassie!” You demanded, presenting the cat up to him as soon as your brother disappeared.

“Hello, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens.” He echoed, reaching out a finger and gently scratching the small thing behind its ear.

You grinned up at him, satisfied, and set the cat free on the ground, “What are we gonna do today?” You asked eagerly.

From the look on your face, he could tell you were hoping that today would end with you gaining a new pet again. But he couldn’t let that happen, he doubted your brothers would let it slide again. It was pure luck he got away unscathed after they found out about Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens last time.

“How about some arts and crafts?” Castiel suggested.

After the last time, he had done some research on what children liked to do, and this was one of the top results he had found.

You squealed, nodding up and down happily before skipping off to go get some art supplies Sam had left in a nearby closet for you and returned with a box filled to the brim with different papers, colored pencils, markers, and crayons.

You happily dumped them on a table and you and Cas set to work, a determined silence falling over the two of you like a blanket.

Working side by side, you each were laser focused on your own projects at hand, Castiel trying to draw a rainbow with the perfect mix of colors, and you working hard to draw a family picture of you and your brothers- featuring Castiel and Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, of course.

This went on for hours. Every time one of you finished your drawings, you wouldn’t find it satisfying enough, and would crumble it into a ball, toss it into a nearby wastebasket, and start over. There was definitely something admirable about both of your determination to get your pieces of art just right.

Finally, a wide grin broke out onto your face as you stared down at your paper, “Cassie! Cassie, look! I did it-“ You whipped your paper into your hands all too quickly to try and show the angel your finished product. The material sliced across your finger in such a way that it began to bleed immediately. Paper cut.

Both of you stilled for all of a minute, until the pain stung harsh and fast and tears began to fill your eyes.

You began wailing right away, sticking out your wounded hand as if it was infected, and Cas’s panic quickly filled his silent void.

“Are you alright?” He asked hurriedly, “What can I-“

You just kept bawling though, the sting of the paper cut that dug deep fresh in your pain.

Poor Castiel had no idea what to do. He had never been in this situation before. Sure, he could reach over and easily heal you with a touch, but all logic seemed to fly out of his mind the second you began sobbing.

“Hey! We’re home!” As always, Dean and Sam burst in at just the wrong moment.

The second your cries reached their ears, they flew down the stairs in a blur of movement and panic, very similar to Castiels, not stopping until they were right in front of the two of you.

“What is it?” Dean panted instantly, “What’s wrong?”

With a wobbling lip, you held out your scarred finger to them, and they both let out simultaneous breaths of relief.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Sam cooed, shoulders relaxing as he scooped you up into his arms, letting you burrow your face into the crook of his neck, “It’s okay, you’re alright.”

He lead you off to get a bandaid and Dean whirled around to face Cas as soon as he was out of sight, “What the hell, man?” He demanded.

The angel shrugged helplessly, “Just a moment ago she started crying very loudly and I didn’t know-“

You and Sam entered back in the room, hand in hand, as you wiped your eyes and nose with the back of your sleeve, calming down significantly.

“Are you alright?” Cas immediately asked in concern.

You nodded shyly, focusing your eyes on the ground as you shuffled your feet up and down.

Sam smiled down at you softly, squeezing your hand gently in reassurance, “She’s alright, just got a bit freaked out, that’s all.”

You sniffled slightly, gently letting go of Sam’s hand and walking back over to the table, lifting up your drawing- very carefully this time- to show the three men your hard work.

“Wow, great job, kiddo.” Dean praised instantly, reaching over and ruffling your hair, emitting giggles from you.

Sam grinned, studying the drawing of himself, “The hair is spot on.” He remarked.

“It looks wonderful, Y/n.” Castiel told you honestly.

All four of you were standing in a line in the picture, holding hands and wearing bright smiles, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens of course hanging a couple inches above all of you in the air, doing so with the powers you were convinced he had and just never used when you were all around.

Idjits 👟- @ineedmorefanfics2 @roseblue373 @popfishjr

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader platonic #dean winchester #castiel x reader #castiel #sam winchester x sister reader #dean winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x reader platonic #sam winchester x reader #spn x reader #castiel x reader platonic #child reader #sister reader

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insertsomthinawesome · 3 months

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I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! Okay so honestly I have been very very inconsistent over the years with just disappearing for periods of time due to various things 😂 So it probably seemed pretty normal to most people.

But it felt different on my side, so I'm excited to be back in business. I took a month long hiatus! 31 days of not drawing digital art. Its not something I talk about on here? But I've been suffering from some serious long term Art Burnout for.... a really really long time. Long enough that I should've taken a break probably years ago. It finally got so bad that I could barely draw. I was scared to do it (cause it always looked "bad" in my eyes [i'll come back to that]) and doing it was exhausting and disheartening.

I talked it over with somebody and realized that the fear and anger and frustration I felt towards my own artwork was uh. Not Normal or Healthy. And I finally committed to taking a real break for once.

I still drew a little bit by hand? Traditional art has always felt like it has lower stakes for me (i don't often share it online, and sometimes I don't even share it with friends) so I did some of that when I felt like it. But Digital art was completely off the table.

I had put such an immense pressure on myself to make my digital art perfect, to make as much of it as quickly as possible to satisfy something. It wasn't fun anymore. I'm proud of what i've made over the years! But for a long time now the stuff I've been making was made while hating every second of making it. With some rare exceptions.

I hated my art! It was a combination of Perfectionism, taking in too many external expectations, and the burnout. If you hate doing something its kinda hard to love it even when you want too lol. It wasn't "Bad" in the sense that the quality was low and it was ugly! It was "Bad" in the sense that it was unhealthy for me to keep doing it at that point in time.

I'm glad to report though, that with my hiatus officially over as of Wednesday last week: I am once again. In Love. With doing art, and being an artist :)

I put off taking a break for years cause I was scared that taking a break would mean that I would never achieve all the things I wanted to do with art. I was scared it was a stupid and lazy thing to do that would mean I'd never achieve my dreams. And Also even though I kinda hated drawing, I also loved making art. Its a weird duality that I can't even really explain??? I hated it but I also loved it. I wanted it but I also wanted to run from it. It wasn't until I was more mature and had more clarity and insight (and unfortunately also until the problems got worse) that I was finally able to let go of those fears and just do it.

And I'm really really glad I did. It was everything I needed. And I hope to strike a better balance in the future with art. Taking more breaks when I need them, or just when other things have my attention like reading or Video games (Some star rail got played during this time xD)

From the outside things probably aren't going to be that different?? At this point I don't really have any sure plans to post anything I've been drawing since my Hiatus ended. I might or I might not xD I'm still a hobbyist artist taking things at her own pace, but I hope that it shows how much happier I am :)

Whumptober 2023 is being officially put to rest by this post btw! I was in major burnout when that event started, and I'm ready to just, move on from all the past expectations I'd shoved on my shoulders. If I feel like filling any of the prompts or going back to any of the ideas I'd come up for it I will! But I'm not going to worry about doing it unless the desire sets in. Thanks to everybody who's been so kind to me throughout my time on here as an artist! Ya'lls tags and screaming and kind words, the fanfic, the asks and the responses? Its been fantastic :) You guys have made me laugh, smile, and cry tears of joy. I hope from here that things only get better and sweeter! And if I have bad days again, that's okay too.

Here's to 2024 and whatever it may bring ya'll :D 🎉🎉✨✨🧡💜

#isa screams #long post #gif #flashing #i think? Lemme know if I'm incorrect on that one alksdjfLKSJDJDSG #I don't normally talk this much so its kinda strange?#its kinda nice to be more honest about this stuff though #I'm a bit more of a private person so its hard to find the balance between wanting to discuss things openly and honestly #but with the fact that I don't owe the entire world an explanation for everything I do #its a tricky thing #but today I felt like doing this and I think that's okay #if i regret it I just won't do it again alsdjLSDJLFJSGSDG #thanks if you read this! I appreciate it!#I'm a pretty smalltime artist relatively. So sometimes it feels as though it doesn't mater what i say or express.#But hm. I doubt its really that simple or bleak #And if I don't respect myself then well. Who will right?#And I want to learn how to be happy with how little or how much I get #part of the reason I've done so poorly mentally as an artist is chasing numbers and outside praise instead of asking the harder questions #am i happy with what i do? what I make? Who I am #I'm going to probably be working on those questions and problems for the rest of my life.#But thats okay. Thats not a bad thing :)

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roguelov · 9 months

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Bit of a weird ask but i just finished watching GOS2 so im like "happiness? dont know her" and i need some fluff to heal me 😭😭😭 so a scenario where Morpheus and reader have been friends for a while (or they think they are friends iykwim) and they've been pining for each other for a while without realizing it and then one day they're binging GOS2 at reader's apartment being all cozy and Crowley's heartfelt confession (why did they hurt us like that 😭) sort of makes Morpheus realize his own more-than-friendly feelings for the reader?? Cue fluff stuff?? Pls and thank you 😭❤

Love your writings btw >w<

Take care <33

I got you anon we need all the fluff!!!

You and Dream lounged on your couch with a notable distance between the two of you. You were watching a new show, Good Omens. Dream had to wonder why you invited him, but he wouldn’t refuse you. Besides he can still remember when the book based on this world and characters first appeared in his library.

Such creative minds, he thought.

He expected an ordinary night, yet at one point his attention was completely enraptured with the character Crowley’s confession.

“I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me -“

Dream’s eyes flickered over to you. You didn’t notice his attention, you were sucked into this heartbreaking scene.

“Dream,” you sighed, shaking your head. “You’re working too hard.”

“I’m fine,” he huffed, hunched over the long table filled with stacks of book.

You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and dragging him out of the library. “Yes, you’re fine, but you can be great. Now, you and I are going to take a walk. You need it.”

Dream allowed you to do this. He always did.

Dream’s eyes dropped to your hand, lazily resting at your side.

“I’m sorry,” Dream whispered, drawing you close to him. “I didn’t -“

“It’s okay,” you mumbled into his chest.

You had a terrible nightmare, one that dug up old painful memories and feelings.

“It’s not.”

“It’s only a nightmare, Dream. I - I -“

A cry bubbled out. You buried your face into his chest, staining his shirt with tears. Dream said nothing, he just comforted you as you let it all out. He would ensure after that night nightmares never haunted you again.

Dream always knew of his love for you, he simply didn’t have the courage to do or say anything.

Maybe it was time to change that.

Slowly, he reached over, gliding his hand across the vast space towards you. His pinkie bumped against yours and gently - almost hesitantly - hooked it around yours.

Your heart leapt into your throat. Your eyes snapped down seeing his hand. You smiled to yourself. You flipped your hand allowing him to completely intertwine his fingers with yours.

Dream smiled.

However, you very quickly jerked him towards you, pressing him into your side. The cold empty space now filled. You leaned your head on him, still fiercely holding his hand.

“It’s about time,” you whispered softly.

#🥰🥰🥰#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #anon #ask

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faenemy · 7 months

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Hii don't mind me, just wanted to ramble abt Mark and friends series in ur ask box cuz why not :3 (you've drawn fanart of them b4 btw!)

SO LETS START OFF WITH SOME CONTEXT. Mark and friends is a completed series on YouTube made by this guy ashur gharavi, it follows the story of Mark blah blah i can't talk in this format snymore I need to go silly mode holf on. SO MARK IS GHIS 'LITTLE MONSTER' KID RIGHT, AND ANOTHER CHARACTER IS BILLY WHO IS AN ADUKT HUMAN. SO THE SERIES IS KINDA LIKE A KIDS CARTOON BUT WITH BLOOD AND MURDER. BILLY KIDNAPPED MARK AND FORCED HIM TO DO STUFF FOR CAMERA. AS THE SERIES GO ON, THERE WILL BE LITTLE HINTS IN THE FORM OF NEWSPAPER OF LIKE WHATS ACTUALLY GOING ON AND WHY HES FOING THIS. READ EVERY SINGLE BACKGROUND NEWSPAPER EVEN IF IT DOESNT FEEL IMPORTANT, THE LITTLE DETAILS ARE SOOOO GOOD. MARK IS LIKE 10 YEARS OLD AND HES LITERALLY SO CUTE, HE DONT DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENWD TO HIM. IM NOT GONNA SPOIL THE ENDING FOR U, CUZ ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD I REMEMBWR WHEN I FIRST WATCHED IT AND THE ENDINV IS JUST SO PULLING MY HEAET STRINGS AND LIKE SUCH A TENSE SCENE YK. ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD, THERE ARE 3 COMPILATIONS OF IT (PART 1,2 AND 3) I THINK ITS LIKE 2 HOURS LONG PLEASE PLEASE WATCH IT (ONLY IF U WANNA OFC NO PRESSURE) I LOVE THE CHARACTERS SO MUCH THEYRE SO WELL WRITTEN, I HATE BILLY BUT I LOVE HOW WELL HIS CHARACTER AND MANIPULATION IS WRITTEN HES SO FUCKING CRUEL. I LOVE HOW ASHUR ISNT AFRAID TO JUST FUCKIMG MAKE HIM DO TERRIBLE AWFUL SHIT. I LOVE IT SO MJCH ITS SO CREATIVE I LOVE MARK TOO, HWS SO CUTE I LOVE DRAWING HIM. OH AND ALSO, ITS CANON THAT TWOMP TAKES PLACE AFTERRR THAT SERIES AND MARK IS FRIENDS WITH ARGOS AND MR PLANT. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE SO UGHHHHH. THE ACTOR IS EYE CANDY TOO HES SO COOL. PLEASE WATCH IT ILL GIVE U A COOKIE IF U DO (AGAIN, ONLY IF U WANNA THO NO PRESSURE) :3

SOME PICTURES ^^

(This ask wasn't proofread btw)

HI HI HI Thank you for the ask box rambles I love them <3

Definitely did not go and binge the whole series, nope, not me

ANYWAY MY RAMBLINGS AS I WATCHED AND THOUGHTS UNDER CUT

I love this little green guy!

Marks parents seem to be murdered (go figure)

I'm assuming he was kidnapped in an ice cream truck/van??

Mark is kept in a cage without an actual bed it seems, at least when he isn't on camera

Are the puppets the actual children, or do they just represent them?

Mark keeps rubbing his side/stomach, maybe where his kidney was removed??

Child star shows an actual person so kidnapper might have started as a child star?

Grandma knows her kiddo is still alive (GET HIS ASS)

Is the plant guy who killed Big Monster Mr plant?

Donovan escapes???

Cupcake monster gets killed (very sadge)

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY PUT TOMATOES IN A FRUIT SALAD??? JAIL!!!!

apparently monsters are edible, might be some cannibali going on?

Also humans are considered monsters in this world

In "cooking" the newspaper is obscured, but it seems to read (missing childs body found, but not his head) Cupcake Monster???

UPDATE DEFO CUPCAKE MONSTER NOOOOOO

No Illinois, Minnesota or Indiana

Maybe the other kids were from Minnesota and Indiana, since Mark is from Illinois?

Aight my man was defo the child star, I'm assuming he is repeatimg the crimes of big monster???

Oop so search led to Indiana, snap my prior theory lol

Big monsters cousin changes last name

Frame lasted long on that, so I assume it's important

I keep forgetting Billy's name LMAO

Big monster and sewer? Seems like an It reference

So they're near Michigan now, noted

WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME :(((( I luv paper bag dog NOOOOOO

Mark seems more vocal and challeging billy more now

Billy straight up gave the kids psychedelics my god

Someone save the child pls

Donovan my beloved is traumatized:((((

Oooooh the photos in the background are crying now, I think those are Marks parents?

Mr plant defo killed Big Monster, king shit

OOOOOH

okay so kid star (johnny) met with big monster in the sewer, got murdered

But Billy was the one who encouraged him to, Billy was going to star in the movie before Big Monster was convicted. So he was the kid who was crying in the article because his role was dropped

NOOOOOO MARK IS ADDICTED TO DRUGS

Get HIS ASS GRANDMA

I can't read the teleprompter, get this dude some glasses.

Just remembered how Mark cannonicly has his photos taken???? And sold I think??? Wtf???

Donovan had started a charity:((( he thinks his friends are gone

The date on the newspaper in the back keeps changing

Can I fight Billy??? I think I could take him easy

Mark straight up ate a razor blade get this kid a doctor

OH MY GOSH THEY'RE GOING TO THE DOCTOR

APOLLO HAS BLESSED ME

the eye test in the back reads "Mark has one more week before I kill him" if my new son dies I riot

Can I adopt Mark

Goal list; dispose, replace, repeat

I wonder if there are other shows featuring Donovan and Cupcake Monster?

Why were they kidnapped?

Befriend that strange man??? NOOOO

Did my son just kill Billy???? HELL YEAH

RUN BOY RUN

MY SON IS SAFE!!!!

In conclusion, I would like to adopt Cupcake Monster, they are now my child. I would also like to punch Billy repeatedly :D

#tw cannibalism mention #tw muder #tw kidnapping #mark and friends #mark and friends spoilers #i had a lot of fun watching this #ten outa ten #would recommend #fae rambles

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sohemotional · 1 year

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Prompt: Can you write something for Mini!Brittana, like when they were younger. I think they are really cute. Btw I love all of your fics especially the one "5 times Brittany and Santana didn't have a baby" 🥰🥰

First of all, thank you so much, Anon. You're very sweet and it means so much to know you like my fics! I’ve been so busy that I wasn't able to write for a while but here it is, finally. I hope you like it!

First Meeting

“Hi, can I borrow your pink?”

The prettiest girl five year-old Santana had ever seen was looking up at her under her eyelashes with upturned, blue cat-like eyes that were full of innocence. She was like what Santana would imagine an angel would look and sound like. Santana had never seen eyes like that.

“What?”

“I lost mine. I think my cat stole it.”

Santana was confused for a long moment, staring at Brittany in stunned silence as all other thoughts left her head other than those sparkling sky blue eyes. Then she noticed that Brittany was pointing at the Tickle Me Pink crayon on her desk and felt stupid. Judging by Brittany’s drawing and the clothes she was wearing, it was clear that light pink was her favourite colour.

She knew it would be easy to be mean and snap “No!” at the meek girl or just ignore her like she would have for anyone else but she couldn’t when everything about the girl was so sweet and soft… not to mention pretty. Her body moved automatically and she handed the crayon to the girl, receiving a smile that made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“Thanks. I’m Brittany.”

“Santana.”

Santana was confused by Brittany and too shy to approach her again even though she kept thinking about the girl, who was the first one in their class to ever talk to her.

Later that day in class she heard pitiful sniffling and then realized it was because the two meanest girls in their kindergarten class were cornering Brittany who was rubbing tears away from her cheeks. The blonde girl was just lying on the floor and looked so helpless, not even fighting back as the girls insulted her over and over again.

“You’re so stupid and weird!” Chelsea snickered and Kelsey laughed hard as Brittany looked down at the floor in shame, her lower lip wobbling.

Santana felt red hot anger. She didn’t think before she took action. She marched up to the two girls threateningly, rolling her neck and squaring her shoulders the way she saw her dad do when he was telling someone off.

“Hey, leave her alone!” She barked at Chelsea and Kelsey who screamed when Santana shoved them so hard that they tripped and fell into wet paint. As the black-haired girl expected, they were cowards and immediately started to cry, threatening to tell the teacher what Santana had done as they looked down at their ruined clothes while the rest of the class pointed and laughed at them. Santana just smirked, standing with her hands on her hips. She felt proud as the mean girls scampered away all upset then she held out her hand to help Brittany stand up. The tall blonde girl looked at her gratefully and finally smiled.

“Thanks, Santana. Those girls are so mean.”

“I won’t let them bully you ever again.”

The black-haired girl wasn’t expecting it when Brittany leaned over and kissed her cheek, pulling back with a giggle. Santana looked at her in surprise and touched her cheek in the spot where Brittany kissed. She felt that same little spark she felt the first time they talked when their eyes met again and Brittany slipped her hand into hers, lacing their fingers together without warning as Santana fell silent but didn’t pull away. She felt warm and comforted by Brittany’s touch in a way she never had felt before around anyone else. From then on, they were inseparable.

#Brittana #Mini Brittana #Santana Lopez #Brittany S. Pierce #my fics

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berkmansimagines · 2 years

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okay thank you <3 i love your writing btw just starting that off.

as for the request, so we see that barry is very much not okay. maybe something like daughter reader oversees barry yelling at sally (or maybe at the reader) and it reminds her of her old foster homes. she goes to hide in a closet until the shouting is older

hey lovely anon! thank you so much for sending in this request ❤️

You’re sitting at the table doing homework when you hear the front door open. You look up to see Barry walk in. He’s on the phone.

“Sally, I’m worried about him…”

After taking a few steps, Barry stops in his place. You’re not sure if he even notices you. He’s so focused on whatever he’s talking about with Sally. Then he suddenly starts manically hitting himself in the head.

“NO! NO! WE ARE NOT SAYING THE SAME THING!” Barry screams into the phone.

You almost jump out of your seat. Barry’s abrupt tone shift caught you completely off guard. Your father has become unhinged.

“WE ARE NOT SAYING THE SAME THING!” he angrily repeats.

You impulsively rise to your feet. You haven’t seen outbursts like this since you were a foster kid. Your father’s behavior right now reminds you of some of the most unstable foster homes you were placed in. It always starts off with yelling. And if this is anything like your time in foster care then you already know what happens next… things could turn violent.

You need to get out of here fast. You eye the front door. You wish you could leave but that’s not really an option. Barry is too close to the door. He’s blocking your only way out. You don’t even want to try getting around him, nervous about drawing any sort of attention to yourself.

“DON’T FUCKING LAUGH AT ME!” Barry continues yelling at Sally on the phone.

You sneak away from the table and carefully step backwards into your bedroom, keeping an eye on your father. You’re too afraid to turn your back on him.

As soon as you get safely inside your room, you quietly shut the door. There’s no lock so you have to improvise. You hastily pull your closet door open and place the edge right at the bedroom door knob.

After securing the door, you get inside your closet. The closets in your various foster homes were your go-to hiding spots as a kid. When you started living with your dad, you thought you’d never be in this type of situation again. You were wrong…

You sit down on the floor with your back against the wall. You protectively hug your knees against your chest, trying your best to hold back tears. You’re terrified.

Barry suddenly goes quiet. The phone call must’ve ended.

“Y/N!” Barry calls out your name.

The color in your face drains. Fuck. Barry actually did see you when he first walked in. You can hear your father’s footsteps from the other side of the door. He’s approaching your bedroom. Panicked, you squeeze your eyes shut and anxiously remind yourself to just keep breathing.

Barry reaches your bedroom door and turns the doorknob. Your heart skips a beat. He tries to open the door but it’s jammed. The closet door is blocking your bedroom door from opening.

“Y/N…” Barry repeats. He tries reaching through a crack in the door but his hand is too big.

You let out a whimper and then immediately cover your mouth. You use your thumbs to wipe away the tears streaming down your face. Barry can hear you crying.

“Why are you crying? You don’t need to be upset. I’m not mad at you. C’mon, kid, let me in…”

Frozen with fear, you don’t move a muscle. You stay hiding in the closet.

“I love you, kid,” he quietly tells you, “You know that, right?”

You gulp.

“Yeah… Yeah, I know,” you nervously stutter.

Barry lets out a sigh of relief. And then-

“Do you love me?”

Your eyes widen, anxious that he put you on the spot like that. You love your father, but not right now. Not like this….

You remain silent for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. The safest way to navigate this situation is telling Barry exactly what he wants to hear.

“I love you too, dad.”

#barry #barry hbo #barry berkman #barry berkman x reader #barry berkman imagine #barry berkman x teen!daughter #bbtd

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writemywaytoyourheart · 1 year

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I need to write this out because I am a MESS right now :’-)

Chip, you’ve got to be one of the MOST underrated authors here because I binged “Aim for the Heart” in three days and I have never cried so much over a literal fanfic before 😭😭 it’s just so beautifully crafted and no words can describe the story between MC and Jungkook being two sides of the same coin trying to heal their broken selves from their past and falling in love with each other. THE SYMBOLISM TOO I CANNOT— the flowers, the shoe laces, colour symbolism, drawings— it just ALL came back and nothing was ever put in the story as filler IM SOBBING 💕

The way they both came into each others lives and so deeply and fundamentally changed each other- MC showing Jungkook that it’s okay to love and be weak and that it’s not something to be ashamed of; she gave him a sense of purpose other than solely killing to support his mother. She let him see the good the world is capable of 🥲🥲

On the other side, Jungkook helped her see how beautiful she was this whole time, (the metaphor with the Japanese bowls!!!) and that she’s more than her past (which could also be said for him too I’m still crying 😭) + there is beauty in things that are broken and the way he just loves her is so AUGHHHH 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ if that’s isn’t true love then idk what is because I don’t ever want anything other than that

There are also so many parallels between Jungkook and Taehyung and Mina and MC. The situation being that one of them pressured the other to do something they didn’t want to do. I’m MC’s case, she wanted to leave the dirty business behind but ended up hurt and dragged into it against her will. In Jungkook’s situation, it’s flipped, where Taehyung wanted to protect him and instead, became a vicious killer, allowing himself into that role by his decision alone.

As for Mina, lemme just say this 💀

There’s honestly so much more I can say about just how amazing this story is 😭 at first I found it hard to get behind MC’s overall demeanour because she made me cringe a big ngl, but I ended up really loving her and how she is meant to represent a sense of childhood innocence because she allows herself to be comfortable as she is, this expressed through her fashion, room decor, eating habits + love for sweets, and Barbie movies— something which Jungkook struggles with within himself and his mental and physical scars (like when he hates the feeling of water running down his back due to his childhood abuse).

Btw I always wondered at the end whether MC could have just looked back in her photo gallery to see the selfie she took with Jungkook when she had lost her memories tho? Lol 😩

Thank you for bringing this into the world 🥲😌😭 I need to find a happy fic to read now because I’m still SHAKEN.

It took me longer than I wanted it to to answer this ask 😔

Tbh, I feel so comfortable writing for characters and getting certain messages across to readers through their words, but when it comes to me writing stuff that comes directly from me, I always feel lacking.

I never feel satisfied with how I've answered an ask whether it be a response to a small heartfelt greeting from a nonnie or long meaningful paragraphs.

I'm always afraid that someone is going to feel like I didn't answer them with as much love and gratefulness as I'm trying so hard to fill it with, that I'm not genuine. Even when I had so few followers and a single ask every once in a blue moon, I was so so so so excited and grateful every time and I'd read it over and over again before getting the courage to answer it. It still happens to this day lol.

I hope you know how much this ask means to me. Again, it took me far longer than I thought to answer it, but I just couldn't come up with the words to show how much it truly means to me. I still can't.

AFTH has such a special place in my heart, and when people love it, it feels like my heart explodes into a million pieces in the best way possible.

There have been so many many nights and days where I had panic attacks because I realized how I could've made it better with a simple word change, how people will think I dragged it on just to mess with people, how people would think it's cringe or a waste of their time to read. How someone might like it in the beginning and then decide they couldn't care less about the characters and leave. That hurts the most in a way.

I love my characters so so much, it's so comforting to see you love them all even if it took time to warm up to some 💝 but you're right Mina can go take a long walk.

I still feel like it's lacking in so many ways I wish I could go back in time and fix.

But it's asks like this that calm my heart more than anything else can. Even with my thousands of mistakes and regrets, the fact that you could love it so much... It hurts in a good way.

As much as I hate to admit it, I know that it's very connected with how I feel about myself. The fear of failure is so strong whenever I post.

I didn't know for so long why I was so afraid, but i finally admitted it to myself. I trust y'all enough to put a part of my diary here T-T

There are so many authors, hundreds of millions of trillions of books in this world. Why would someone pick up mine? How would it even get seen even if it turned out perfect?

I feel like being an author is like being an artist. Either you make it, or you don't. And a lot of it has nothing to do with skill and everything to do with luck. And yet I doubt I have either of those.

I'm scared to put myself out there, because I'm scared of the confirmation that no one wants me.

This ask though. It helped to push those thoughts back onto the back burner. You understood so much of what I was trying so hard to convey in that story. And it touched you. And that's what I wanted so desperately.

Thank you so much for loving aim for the heart, for even giving it a chance at first. I know it's long. Btw you binged over 1200 pages in three days. That's a big ass book lol so you are impressive I must say 😭 yall are truly a different breed. I finally found my people 😂 the fact that you GOT so many of my little details in there is so AGHHH

Anyway, enough of my blubbering. Again I'm not even satisfied with this. But oh well. As long as you know how much this meant to me and how many times I read this over and over again bc it was such a beautiful and comforting ask.

I hope I can continue to give you works that make you feel like this 💕💕💕

ILY 💖

-chip

p.s. you are right, I'll have to go back and see but I don't think I put in there why she didn't see the pictures, I had intended to but forgot lol, nice catch 😉 let's just say she has a different phone 🤪

#asks #ashbxnny

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lotti-lyric · 2 years

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Hi I just found your blog and I love it! Could I please have a romantic MHA male matchup?💕 (pronouns: she/her) I would be okay with any heroes / villians / students

I’m 22, I’m a Capricorn sun (cancer moon and libra rising) I have brown eyes and bright pink dyed hair - I love art like drawing and painting, art history, and baking!

I HATE bugs and I cry if one is ever near me lol. Other pet peeves: people walking really slow in front of me, people coughing in public without covering up

I’m very empathetic and always trying to lighten the mood and make people happy. I’m very chill and don’t have problems with anyone (unless they’re rude or mean to me or my friends) I can’t stand people who are rude ignorant. I’m super indecisive and need a lot of validation. A quirk someone gave me once was reality warping (kinda like the scarlet witch) and they said I would have like choatic / trickster type vibes (like loki) and that’s my dream quirk.

I’m b l i n d so always wearing my glasses haha also I love having a sense of humor. I also have anxiety and can be way too emotional sometimes. I’m an ENFP & also I love tie dye clothes, makeup, and everything pastel.

Sorry if this is way too much !!! thank you sm :)

charlotte’s interlude!!💗- AHHHH my first request!! hi love, tysm, it means the world!! i’m so glad you like my blog!! 💗😭 you sound like such a fun person oh my GOD!! all matchups and requests are open so feel free to send stuff in!! lots of love, thanks again!! 🌸🦋✨

warnings; food, swearing, anxiety mention, and bugs

i match you with…

Taishiro Toyomitsu (aka Fatgum!!)

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

THIS SONG IS YALL ^^

SAID WHAT I SAID

oh my gosh so the first time you guys meet

talk about love at first SIGHT

he’s such a genuine and nice guy so he was LIVING for your empathy!! he saw you helping a stranger who had fallen over

first thing he noticed, def ur glasses!! HE THINKS THEYRE FUCKING ADORABLE OH MY GOD

once you guys are together bestie invest in some contacts bc he’s gonna be wearing those 90% of the time 💀

“Taishi, baby, I need those to SEE-“

“OH RIGHT IM SO SORRY BEAUTIFUL-“

before he even knows you very well, he’s already giving a lot of validation!! he’s always complimenting you on your makeup or your groovy asf tie dye fits!!

one of his biggest fears is that while using your quirk, you’ll get hurt or enter another reality altogether

he just wants to be with you 🥺

YALL GO TO THSOE POTTERY WHERE U PAINT THE LITTLE CERAMICS ALL THE TIME AND HES SO SHIT AT IT BUT DOZENS R ON THE SHELF OF UR APARTMENT

if it’s ok with you, he def appreciates your baking, especially for help with his quirk!! like it tastes fuckin fire and he needs to eat anyways!!

earned the title of the bug slayer!! they’re gone before you can even see them!! if you were to start crying, he would hold you and pet your hair (which he LOVES BTW), just understanding

“I know baby… it’s ok.. I won’t let anything get you!!”

he’s very very supportive and always makes sure you’re comfortable in every situation!!

he’s big on giving you hugs from behind and you guys definitely have “your song” together 🥺

#fatgum #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha matchup #bnha matchups #bnha hcs #taishiro toyomitsu #bnha fatgum #mha fanfic #mha x reader

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nbroyalty · 2 years

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Lol, I just kind of want to rant here for a sec about the idiocy of a specific doctor's office I went to

To anyone super queasy with the hate for needles or blood or veins or anything, please skip this post, ty.

So for context, I was going through some serious behavioral problems and mental health problems from age 11, so I started seeing a particular doctor's office that was like half therapy half normal doctor's office. I'm just gonna call this specific office "Queen's son". It was ok for the most part, I usually just went in, did a check up, answered some questions and then left to go see the 'main doctor', "Dr. Drop" (fake name obviously). So I went in and we were talking about my vitamin levels because I have a vitamin D deficiency (covid didn't really help because when it started I barely left my room for like a whole year). She recommended I get a blood draw to check up on my vitamins and I was alright with this because I was usually chill with blood draws.

So her assistant leads me back to the tiny lobby and I leave with my grandpa. Like a mile away from the office and I start to get spam called from my parents, so I pick up for my step-dad. "Hey dad. What's up?-"

"Oh thank god- you're not dead-"

"Wh..What? Dad, what's wrong?"

"Dr. Drop's office called and said you were missing. You were supposed to get a blood draw over there."

🚩 #1: THEY LOST TRACK OF A KID. WHICH, BTW, THEY LEAD ME BACK OUT TO THE LOBBY. So I hang up and my grandpa and I rush back. I run up to the door and...it's locked. I try to open it again and look inside the glass door before I go back to my grandpa's car. He then points out he just saw all of the people that work there leaving out the back because they apparently closed right after I left. 🚩 #2: THEY LEFT THE JOB. WHILE A CHILD WAS MISSING. WHICH THEY HAD LOST. WTF.

So I try to be calm about it and ignore the two previous red flags and call my mom back so we can schedule it for the next appointment. Next appointment rolls around, we do the usual, the take my weight, check my blood pressure, ask questions, then lead me down a hall I hadn't seen before. They take me to a room that looks like a traditional doctor's office and sit down and start to roll up my sleeve. You wanna know what the first thing I hear is when Dr. Drop and the other nurse comes in?

"Ok, I know it's your 2nd time drawing blood, but-" 🚩 #3: THEY WERE PRACTICING IT. ON A CHILD. WITH NO PARENTAL CONSENT WHATSOEVER.

Sooo I'm starting to panic, but I try not to show it as I let her do her stuff. Now, I have very thin veins, so I won't count this as a red flag, but she didn't even get a vein in my first arm after trying very roughly to find one, so she moves to my other arm.

Now, for the ones who hate the mention of any needles or can get sick easily, skip to the next puppy pic in the post because I don't want to make anyone queasy and DON'T read the next red flag.

🚩 #4: SHE DROPS THE NEEDLE. WHILE IT'S STILL DANGLING IN MY ARM.

I SIT THERE FOR A FULL 6 SECONDS BEFORE SHE EVEN REALIZES SHE FUCKING LET GO OF IT. AND WHEN SHE GETS BACK AHOLD OF IT, YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT THIS BITCH SAYS?! "Oh hey, that got it to hit a vein, hehe!"

...BITCH WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Welcome back, my queasy queers!

So I have huge bruises on both of my arms for a very long time, just to find out if I still have a vitamin D deficiency

And I don't even tell my mom why for like a 2 weeks out a fear.

Soooo yeah. If Dr. Drop somehow gets ahold of this, I honestly don't even feel guilty for sharing this, and no, I will not disclose who either her or "Queen's son" is.

(Bonus points for traumatizing me and making me go into a nervous giggling/crying fit in my next doctor's office because they had to do a blood draw too.)

#trauma #queen's son #screw dr. drop

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totaldramafan-lauri · 1 year

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fanart (i think youre the right person?)

hii im evergirlz the girl who commented on yohr fanfic on ao3 :3

!?!?!!?!?!!?!!?!

OH-

OH MY GOSH-

I-IT'S HER!!!!! IT'S MY GIRL!!!!! AAAAAAASZSGDXGHBDGXHNDGHBXHCFGZXG!!!! DGXHBFNCB AAAAAAAAAAA!?!!?!?!!?!?!?!

Th-th-th-

Th-thank you!?!!?!? Thank you so much!?!?! I-I-

I-I LOVE your art style!? She looks so flipping cute- I-I can't even-

I-I seriously-

C-can't thank you enough!? I-I didn't even know that people would even look up my OC......E-especially people from AO3, aaaaaaaa- C-cuz I've never posted anything about her there- I-I didn't think anyone would be interested-

.....T-to be honest.....f-for a while, I couldn't think of her without crying, cuz she brought back memories that h-hurt.....b-but, I'm on my way to accepting her again, a-and seeing you draw her, and so well, really helped with that. Th-thank you.....>.<

I-I'm also really thankful for your comment on my fic, and I'm glad you liked it so much!!

(BTW, I checked out your blog and read your pinned post- You're only 14!? And you followed me!? I-I didn't know until just now- P-please be careful interacting with adults, OK? I-I've written some adult things before, but I do tag them appropriately, and I haven't had any trouble yet, b-but I'm still a bit nervous when I see stuff like this, s-sorry....At the very least, it was one of my SFW fics you read, and my blog in general is usually tame, but PLEASE be careful around here....I-I don't wanna make anyone uncomfy with my content! =< J-just wanted to let you know!)

#submission #AAAAAAAAAAAAA BELATED BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!?!?!?!#(my birthday was the 7th)#crk oc #blondie cookie #MY BABY #MY MESSED UP BABY

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sanzusbestie · 2 years

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Can I request Draken with a s/o that’s insecure because of Emma? Like y/n thinks Draken wants to be with Emma since they’re always together and Emma likes him. Your writing is amazing btw☺️

♡ Draken's s/o insecure because of Emma ♡

Pairing : Ryuguji Ken x gn!reader

Genre : Angst with happy ending

Warnings : None

A/n : I'd go crazy mode. Like I wouldn't care if my boyfriend had female friends but bro pay attention to me. Thanks for your sweet compliment 💕 It's kinda long, sorry. Thank you for requesting and have a nice day ♡

Was there something wrong with Ken spending time with Emma ? No.

Was there something wrong with you relationship ? Yes.

Emma wasn't your friend, she was just an acquaintance

Maybe she saw you as her friend but you couldn't, not when you knew she liked your boyfriend

Worst was Ken didn't seem to notice or realize anything

Then again you didn't mind him spending some time with her but he started to actually hang out more often with her than you

You two were kinda different with this

You liked to keep your attention and affection to him and he liked to spread love which didn't always make you feel secure

It was truly upsetting

So much that you started to wonder

What did she have that you didn't ?

Apart from the I love yous, where was the exclusivity ?

If he was to give her the same treatment as you, how would you feel any special ?

You knew he wasn't going to cheat on you but you'd really like him to draw boundaries

How many times have you seen her clinging on his arm by now ?

You thought of getting closer to one of your male friends to make Ken feel what you were feeling but you knew it was wrong

Would he care anyway ?

You kept having these intrusive thoughts and Emma herself was overwhelming

Your phone rang, bringing you back to reality : it was Ken

"Hey, I'm sorry babe I know we were supposed to go out on a date tonight but I forgot I had to go to the movie theatre with-"

"Emma ?" you interrupted him

"Yeah, how did you know ? Are you a psychic or something ?" he chuckled

Was he serious ? How could he joke and laugh about it ?

"Wasn't that hard to guess," you said and immediately hung up

You didn't want to cry, you really didn't

You were used to him hanging out with her, yes, but he had never cancelled a date to go our with Emma before

Was it the beginning of your relationship downfall ?

You had no idea how long you cried but you eventually fell asleep

When you woke up the next day, you didn't dare to look at your reflection and went to shower, ignoring your phone since last night

So imagine your surprise when you saw him in your room because your mom had let him in

"What are you doing here ?" "Why don't you answer your phone ?" you both asked at the same time

"I don't know, you tell me," you replied to which he furrowed his brows

"Come on. Stop this and just tell me, we're not kids. Why did you hang up yesterday ? Was it because I couldn't go on a date with you ? If so you know we can go tonight."

"It's not because of the date, Ken. But you would know already if you paid enough attention to me."

He didn't say anything, he couldn't understand

You decided to expose everything because you've had enough and if your relationship was coming to an end, so be it

At least he'd know he was making you feel like shit

You almost exposed the fact that Emma liked him too but you didn't, okay she made you feel insecure but that was just mean considering she wasn't at fault there, Ken was because he was your boyfriend, not her

"I didn't go the the movie yesterday 'cause you weren't answering and it wasn't even supposed to be with only Emma, Mikey and Baji were supposed to come too."

"But I don't give a fuck about your fucking movie !" you yelled, you were tired of him not getting anything even after you told him everything you felt, "It's not about it ! It's about your relationship with Emma ! Can't you see it ? Can't you see how you're always with her and never with me ?"

He stared at you for a few seconds in silence before breaking it

"Are you asking me to choose between you and her ?"

You gave up

"I'm not, Ken. Now please go. I have things I need to do and I can't waste any more time" you said as you took your bag

"Please Y/n, talk to me."

"I already did. Now do what you want."

You left him thinking alone in your room and after some time he decided to go to Mitsuya, passing by your mother in the living room and telling her good bye, embarrassed

Takashi somehow managed to make him understand your point of view and feelings on the situation and he felt so bad

How could he not have noticed ?

He went back to your place and waited for you to show up in front, he didn't dare to knock and asked your mom to let him wait for you in your room again

"Ken, it's late-"

"I'm so sorry," he blurted out

You sighed, "Do you even know why you're apologizing ?"

"Yes, I've been nothing but a jerk to you and I promise make up for it. I'm really sorry Y/n, I love you and I'm sorry for not making you feel it."

He opened his arms to you and you buried yourself into him

"So you're really still in love with me ?" you sobbed

It broke his heart

Did you truly feel unloved in silence all this time ?

"I love you, Y/n, I love you so much," Ken said looking at you in the eyes

"I love you too," you smiled

"Ew, you've got plenty of snot on your face and my hoodie. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll take back the the sweater you stole from me. Then let's go on a date huh ? Would you like that ?"

"I'd like that very much !" you laughed.

♡

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#tokyo revengers #ryuguji ken #ken ryuguji #draken #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyorev headcanons #emma sano #baji keisuke #sano manjiro #mikey #toman

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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*cracks knuckles* alright let’s get this started so imagine this toga begs shigaraki to go to the beach but we all know shigaraki will say no but little shiggy here has a HUGE crush on u plus he might get to see u in a swimsuit so he says yes ( not toga trying to hug shigaraki, RIP toga 😔) anyways let’s say you usually wear sweat pants and sweaters like baggy stuff, so shigaraki is excited to see what’s under ur clothes ( pervert shigaraki again 😀) when y’all arrive there shigaraki was basically shaking from excitement he was always interested in u but he was too insecure and was afraid you’ll reject him and find him ugly, and plus u were intimidating as hell your always saying what’s on ur mind even if it destroys someone’s self-esteem anyways shigaraki was wearing some shorts and his sweater ( our baby here is insecure don’t worry we’re gonna fix that😏) as shigaraki was sitting he was disappointed since he didn’t see u yet, *turns on the moto moto song* ur coming out of the water like a sea goddess ur hair is wet u were wearing a Bikini( it can be any swimsuit u do u boo) let’s say shigaraki’s jaw dropped he was drooling as u were coming out u noticed ur boss and ran to him ( do u know those moments were the hot chick runs in slow motion that’s how shigaraki saw u) long story short shigaraki was a stuttering mess and was red as a tomato my dude was starring on ur tits the whole time u were talking ( you had a little crush on ur boss ngl u knew shigaraki liked u back so u were the one who told toga about the beach thing u were planning something 👀) shigaraki accidentally pops a boner home boy wanted to cry from embarrassment of course u noticed it and dragged him a a private place where let’s just fuck his brains out until he’s crying from how good it feels as u were dragging shigaraki was thinking ur going to beat him up or something he was terrified until u pushed him against a wall whispered to him what ur gonna do shigaraki almost fainted, as u trying to take off his sweater he started ti cry he thought u might think he’s ugly and make fun of him ( u were lowkey shocked like 😃what now??) So u decided to kiss every part of his body and tell him how beautiful he and eventually he lets u take it off. I’ll let u take the led now loll

( for kinks now I’ll say a lot of body worship kink and a lot of praise kink, I would say the reader is a super soft dom, shigaraki is a super shy and cute sub maybe the reader gives shigaraki a boob job idk do whatever ur comfortable with babe, btw it’s super fluffy)

-🤡

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Warnings: Boob job, cunnilingus (oooh fancy word), Shiggy is insecure but dw we fix that, praise kink, use of the nickname “puppy, ” Shigarakis a pervert (not news to us), nipple play ig, body worship, soft dom y/n, sub Shigaraki, he cries :(, I hc that Shigaraki has sh scars on his thighs and they are mentioned

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“Beach!” Toga yelled, “we’re going to the beach!”

She ran up to you and hugged you.

“Y/n we’re going to the beach!” she said, grinning up at you.

“We are, ” you nodded, ruffling her hair.

She ran over to Shigaraki, “come to the beach with us, Shiggy, ”

“No, ” he said, looking back at his game.

“Please, everyone is going, ” she pouted, “even y/n is coming, ”

A vision of you in a bathing suit flashed in front of his eyes. He imagined you putting on sunscreen and laying on your stomach on the beach, accidentally spilling water on your chest and your nipples perking up because of how cold you were out of the water.

“Fine, ” he said.

Toga squealed and hugged him.

“Oh- hey, what the hell?” he said, pushing her off, “don’t do that toga,”

She moved on to her next victim, “Dabi, go to the beach with us!”

“Who’s coming?” he asked, lighting a cigarette.

“I got everyone to go, ” she bragged.

“Wow, kid, everyone? Even y/n?” he asked.

Toga nodded frantically, proud of her achievement.

“God job, I’ll go, ” he smirked, “plus i’ll get to see y/n in a bathing suit, ”

You walked by and flicked his forehead, “eyes to yourself, bacon bits, ”

“God, babe, I love your little pet names for me, ” he teased.

Shigaraki glared at him, but you were already halfway up the stairs.

“Don’t look at me like that, ” he said, looking at Shigaraki, “we’re both going for the same reason, ”

“No, ” he denied, “I’m going because it's summer, and when it’s summer, you go to the beach, ”

Dabi rolled his eyes, “whatever you say, boss, ”

“Shiggy!” Toga yelled, “go get ready. We’re leaving, ”

He stood in his room staring at his swim shorts. He knew he’d have to wear them, and he could just put a shirt on too. He didn’t have to swim. He could just leave the shirt on. It would be fine. He really didn’t have a chance with you, but if you saw him without a shirt, you’d be disgusted. He felt disgusting.

You pulled out a bikini Toga forced you to buy and flopped down on the bed. Shigaraki was coming, which meant you were gonna get to see him without a shirt. You blushed and giggled, already daydreaming about him. Even though it was wrong, even though he was your boss, you just couldn't help it. You were one-hundred percent certain you were going to melt when you saw him. Toga had always said he had a crush on you. Maybe he would finally make a move. That was the plan anyways. The whole reason Toga had bugged everyone to go was by your request.

With your bag packed and swimsuit on under your clothes, you were ready to go. Shigaraki wanted to cry when he looked in the mirror. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't go. He heard a knock on his door.

“Hey, we’re about to leave. Are you ready?” You asked, “if not, I'll wait with you, so you dont have to go down by yourself. I hate being the last person ready. I don't want you to go through that pain, ” you laughed.

“No, I'm ready, ” he said, opening the door. No turning back now.

“Alright, let's go, ” you said, already walking downstairs.

He tried to calm himself as he walked down, trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. Finally, he thought, what was y/n hiding all this time? He was last to go through the warp gate, upset that you had already runoff. He waited around, nearly sweating to death until he heard Dabi yell.

“C’mon y/n, give us a little spin, ” he yelled.

He saw you blast him with sand using your quirk. He chuckled at Dabi’s predicament. You screamed as Dabi jumped in, splashing you with water. He picked you up in his arms only to throw you back in the water. You came up for air and splashed him again. Your splash war continued for some time, providing Tomura with entertainment until, ultimately, you called it a draw. He watched you and Toga play mermaids for a while before he grew bored and continued with his game, that was until Dabi wolf-whistled and he saw you begin to walk out of the water. You used your quirk again, sending a small tidal wave towards him.

“Youre so mean to me y/n, ” he complained.

“Shut it, patchwork, ” you said.

“Stop you're giving me butterflies, ” he smirked, getting splashed again.

You started walking again, the water slowly getting shallower and revealing more of your body. You were glistening, the sun reflecting off the water on your skin. Your cheeks were red from the sun, and he realized you had put sunscreen on in your room. Damn it. You brushed some wet hair out of your face, and your chest was now entirely on display.

“Fuck, ” he whispered.

He tried to be discrete, and the sun shining directly in your eyes certainly helped him. He stared at your stomach, the next part of your body to reveal itself. All he could think about is tracing little designs on it, laying his head on it, and putting a baby in it. Your thighs were an absolute show stopper. He wanted to suffocate between them. He averted his eyes when he realized you were walking over to him.

“Hey, can I sit here?” you asked, wringing out your hair.

“S-sure, ” he said, trying to focus on your face, which was definitely beautiful but...boobs lol.

“Thanks, ” you said, “I’d rather sit with you than all of them. I love Toga, but she’s a handful, and everyone else is staring at me. Bunch of creeps, ”

“Sorry about them, ” he said, unable to stop his wandering eyes.

“It’s ok. Nothing you can do, Shiggy, ” you said, “oh my god, you’re bright red. Did you forget sunscreen? It’s ok. I've got some, but you’re on the paler side, so you've gotta be careful, Shig, or you’ll burn up, ”

The redness on his face was because you were sitting next to him, nearly naked, but he wasn't going to admit that, especially when he saw you bend over to get sunscreen. He was trying desperately to control himself, but part of him had a mind of its own. He nearly died when you leaned in and put sunscreen on his face, laughing as you put a glob on his nose. He let out a genuine laugh that warmed your heart. You started talking, but honestly, he couldn't listen. You were very expressive when you spoke, and all the movement caused your tits to bounce, mesmerizing him.

He could only half listen, nodding and ‘mhm’ing when appropriate. You noticed quickly and gave him a few minutes to redeem himself but he failed. You grabbed his chin and made his eyes meet yours.

“Tomura Shigaraki, we're you staring at my boobs?” you said, feigning disappointment.

“N-no, I wasn't, ” he said.

You sighed, “lying about it only makes it worse, ”

“I'm sorry, ” he whispered, “I know I shouldn't have. I just...”

You let go of his chin and looked down at his lap.

“Really?” you asked, pointing out his obvious boner.

“Shit, I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry. I know I'm gross and awful, and I'm just so sorry, ” he said, trying to cover it.

You grabbed his arm and dragged him away to the deserted changing rooms. Originally this beach was supposed to be a hot spot for tourists, but the water park a few miles closer to the city shut it down, leaving the beach in good condition. He braced himself for a slap, a punch, a kick, but he never could've prepared himself for a kiss on the cheek.

“I've been thinking about this for a while, Shigaraki, ” you whispered, “thinking about all the things I'd do to you, all the ways I'd make you feel good. Did you know I can block skin-to-skin quirks? You can touch me, baby, ”

“Y-you're not mad?” he whispered.

“No, I'm not mad, ” you shook your head, “I've always had a little crush on you Shiggy, ”

“Tomura, ” he corrected, “call me Tomura, ”

“Tomura, ” you whispered, “I can't wait to touch you. Fuck, I'm gonna kiss you all over. I can't wait to get between your thighs, baby. We've got all day, ”

He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips. They were sweet and soft in contrast to his dry, chapped ones. He felt so lacking, but the way you were kissing him made him feel like he was floating. You pushed him further against the wall, running your hands through his hair. Your arms hung around his neck, and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. You kissed each other for a while, no teeth or tongue, just your lips pressed together. Eventually, things began to heat up. You let your tongue try and find its way between his lips and into his mouth. He groaned into your mouth. You tugged his hair, trying to get even closer. Your hands traveled up and down his chest, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

He grabbed your hands and pulled away.

“No, ” he whispered.

You nodded, “that's ok, you don't have to, Tomura. Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head, “you’ll make fun of me, ”

“Why would I make fun of you?” you asked, stroking his cheek.

“Because I'm not, ” his voice broke, “I don't- I'm ugly y/n. My body is disgusting you-you won't like me anymore, ”

Your eyes widened, “what?”

“You heard me, ” Tomura said, wiping away tears, “I hate myself, and you would too, ”

“That's bullshit, ” you said, “I think you're beautiful, ”

He scoffed, “you've never even seen me in shorts before now. How would you even know?”

“Because I’ll think you're beautiful no matter what, Tomura Shigaraki, ” you said, “and nothing could ever change that, ”

He shook his head and turned to walk away, but you took his hips and pushed him against the wall. You grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You kissed his forehead next, the scar on his eye, both of his eyelids, his cheeks, the scar on his lips, and the mole under them.

“You have such a pretty face. You have gorgeous eyes, Tomura. I love kissing you, ” you whispered between kisses.

You kissed away a few stray tears that fell and pressed your forehead to his as he cried.

“Please don't look at me, ” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck.

Seeing him like this broke your heart. You held him as tight as you could, kissing the side of his head. You were going to kill whoever did this to him. You lifted his head and kissed him softly this time. You rubbed your hands up and down his sides. You sunk to your knees and kissed his thighs. Every scar was kissed and stroked lovingly even though your heart broke for him. You moved up his body to his stomach, lifting his shirt even though he tried to pull it down again. You kissed his stomach, soft, light kisses.

He started to relax a bit more, petting your hair instead of trying to pull down his shirt. You moved to his hands next, standing once again. You took his right hand and kissed his knuckles, then the top of his hand, and lastly, his palm. You repeated this on his other hand. You started kissing the scars on his neck, sucking softly. He moaned.

“That feels good y/n, ” he said, moving his hands to your hair.

“I'm gonna make you feel good, baby, don’t worry, ” you mumbled against his skin.

You bit the skin at the juncture of his neck, he groaned and whispered, “yes.” You kissed down to his collar bones, hearing his breathing get faster. This time you practically yanked off his shirt before he had time to stop you.

“So fucking beautiful, ” you said, standing back to admire him.

This time he didn't turn away from you but blushed and shut his eyes. You ran your hands up and down his chest and stomach. Shigaraki whimpered when you tweaked his nipple.

“Good boy, ” you whispered.

He nodded, “I wanna be your good boy. Please, ”

You smiled and brought his lips to yours again. You kissed his cheek and bit his ear softly.

“You're doing all the work, ” he said, “that's not fair. Besides shouldn't I be in charge? That's what it's like in...” he trailed off, embarrassed.

“No, ” you said, “I want to do this for you. I want to be in charge. I want to take care of you, baby. You deserve to relax, ”

He kissed you again, holding you tight to his chest.

“Tomura, ” you said, taking his hands in yours, “I have a question for you, ”

He nodded.

You leaned in and whispered, “how would you like to fuck my tits. You were staring at them all day so why don't you have a little fun with them, ”

He nodded frantically.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you said, scratching his head.

He groaned softly, “yes, please y/n, ”

You guided his hands to your still-clothed chest. He squeezed gently, cheeks growing bright red. You giggled and undid the back of your bikini, letting him see your tits without the thin material over them. He was practically drooling over you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked and licked them, causing you to moan. Every sound you made was a symphony to his ears, the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, and he was desperate for more. He moved upwards to litter your neck with hickeys and coax more moans from your beautiful lips.

His long fingers found their way to the strings on the sides of your bikini bottoms. With one tug at the strings, they were around your ankles. It was your turn to blush at the exposure of your body while Tomura’s eyes gleamed. He was on his knees in mere seconds, admiring your sex. You felt self-conscious as he stared at your most intimate area.

“Please, ” he said, looking up at you, “can I taste?”

“Let me do something for you first, ok?” you said, “sit on the bench, ”

He nodded and did as he was told. You kneeled in front of Tomura and took off his pants before pushing your tits together around his cock. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched you. You looked up at him as you bounced, moving him between your breasts. He let out a strangled groan and threw his head back.

“That's my good boy, ” you praised, “that's my baby, feels good, yeah?”

He nodded.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you reminded him.

He bit his lip and blushed, still silent, except for his little noises.

“Aww, is someone feeling shy?” you asked.

He nodded and hid his face in his hands though it did little to hide the shy smile on his lips.

“If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to be a good pet for me, Tomura. Be a good boy and speak up, ” you said, pulling his hands away from his face.

“Feels good, ” he whispered.

You decided that was good enough and continued moving him between your boobs. You watched the head of his dick throb and pulse. He began whimpering as his thighs shook. He got louder, whining and moaning desperately.

“I know, baby, I know, ” you said in response to his beautiful noises.

He cried out whimpering.

“Y/n, ” he cried, “I need to cum, ”

“Hold just a little bit longer for me baby, ” you said.

“Can't, ” he cried out, “can't hold it y/n please lemme cum, ”

“Just a little longer, ” you promised, “be my good boy, ”

He whimpered and tensed up in concentration, trying his hardest. He struggled for a while longer begging and crying to cum.

“Go ahead, cum for me, Tomura, ” you said.

He came hard, splattering your chest with his cum. Tomura was left panting and shaking while drool dripped down his chin. His dick twitched a few times more as you let it free from between your boobs. He whined pathetically. You cleaned the sticky mess up as best you could.

“Shh sweetie, I know, I know, ” you said, sitting next to him and pushing hair out of his face.

You pulled him to your chest, watching and listening to him breathe.

“Now, can I taste?” Tomura whispered.

You kissed his forehead, “of course, puppy. Go ahead, ”

He sunk to his knees, spreading your thighs. He groaned when he saw your sloppy cunt drooling for his mouth. He licked a long stripe up your entire cunt, licking over and over. Focused on taste rather than pleasure, finally indulging himself in the delicious juices of your cunt. He grew needier for your moans, trying to find the right places to lick and suck. He found a little bud at the top of your cunt to suckle on and flick his tongue over. Tomura smiled from ear to ear at the sounds coming out of you. Every moan and whimper, every grunt and groan made his heart swell. His fingers once again found their way down, this time finally entering you.

Unpracticed thrusts turned into brushing your g-spot until he realized that curling his fingers was the way to go. Hearing your moans and lewd squelches was a fantastic prize to collect.

“I'm close, Tomura, keep going sweetie, ” you choked out.

You were close, oh god, yes, you were going to cum in his mouth. He ate you out with a passion, desperate for your gorgeous pussy to drip down his chin. Harder, faster thrusts. Stronger licks and desperate slurping. When you finally tensed, he moaned in premature ecstasy, ready for your delicious cum. The vibrations coaxed a gorgeous moan from you. Cum gushed from your pussy and into his waiting mouth, lapping it up like a starved puppy. You tried to shove him away, overstimulation stabbing your cunt. When he finally pulled away, his face was red and coated in your slimy juices, as well as his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was panting and absolutely blissed out.

He crawled back to you, clinging to your legs.

“Good puppy, ” you praised him, “you did great, Tomura, ”

He grinned, hiding his face in your thigh and giggling. You pulled him up and onto your lap, kissing him on the nose.

“Do you want me to fuck you properly baby?” you asked.

His face fell, “I can't. I'm...I'm not hard. I'm sorry, ” he whispered, tears of embarrassment welling in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, ” you said, stroking his hair, “it's ok, Tomura. It’s ok. Don't worry baby, ”

He sniffled, “ Please don't be mad at me. ‘m sorry. I'm sorry y/n I-I’m a bad boy, ”

“No baby, no, ” you said, wiping away his tears, “you're not a bad boy. You're my good boy, my special boy, ”

He whimpered, bottom lip quivering. You rubbed his back, praising him.

“My good boy, my sweet boy. You did so well for me. Tomura, you're amazing, you're such a perfect boy Tomu, ” you whispered.

He nodded, trying to compose himself.

“Lets go swimming honey, ” you said, stroking his cheek.

He shook his head frantically, “n-no I don't want them to see me, ”

You looked him in his eyes, “you are beautiful. Now come on, we’re both sweaty. Besides, I think they'll be more focused on all the hickeys you gave me, ” you giggled.

He bit his lip.

“C’mon baby, ” you coaxed him, “can you be my good boy?”

He nodded hesitantly, “I'm...a good boy. But-but what if they make fun of me?”

“Then I’ll kill them, ” you smiled, “if they're going to disrespect you, they don't deserve to be in the league anyways, ”

His eyes widened, and a small smile played on his lips. He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help you up. You accepted, and he pulled you up and to his chest. He held you there, pressing his face into your hair.

“Thank you, ” he whispered.

You kissed him, “my pleasure, ”

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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Could We Get One Where Techno Is Just Trying To Do His Work But The Voices Keep Nagging At Him To Just Mark The Reader Up And Ditch Work To Spend Time With Her? Oh And Perhaps Everyone Is Just Like "Why Is He Being So Clingy With Her Today?". I love Ur Writing Btw!!!

Thank you darlin!!! Oh my god im making this a side moment of The Empress, and none of you can stop me.

The Empress (side part)

Warnings: sexual innuendo, NSFW

Techno is a work driven man. Once he was within his office working, very little could distract him. But you, without knowing, had a special effect on his attention span. If you were feeling particularly lonesome for his attention, you would just roam in and sit on one of the chairs. With a book in hand, you could often read the afternoon away well your lover did paper work.

The only problem for techno was when you were in the room, his mind would very often linger away from the work before him. Being a ruler put a lot of stress down onto him. Not only that, but being young he still had a lot to learn about being a Emperor. Along with being young, he still wanted to have fun with you. Of course he would take you for little dates, dance with you in the ballroom, spar with you, have little picnics in the library- those were your favorite. He did every little thing a casual city boy would do for you. But he would also do more.

Techno wasn't the only one who had interesting thoughts about you, the voices also would often express themselves about you. About how they wanted to hear things from you, and do things to you. Them being upfront made doing paperwork, hard.

He would try and focus on writing a new bill, yet somehow a voice would slip through with a erotic image of you. To which he would then have to take a moment to tear his attention elsewhere. That wouldn't last long before a new request came through however. It was just a never ending battle for him.

One day it was bad. Oh was it bad. He was up late within his office, working through his now smaller stack of papers. With the determination of a Ox he was hell bent on finishing it all.

Of course with it being nearly one-ish in the morning, you were not feeling the love for the late-night push he had. When Techno would force himself into over drive, you would always stray in and remind him of when to take breaks.

Like now.

When you carefully opened the door to his office, his head was down. Reading glasses adorning his nose as he read the fine print. With the soft click of the door you eased it shut. Normally no one was allowed to walk behind hid desk as a sign of respect for him. But being his wife, you tended to get away with things.

Wrapping yourself around his back, he let out a longing sigh. Your arms secured around him in a pleading cry, begging him to come with you. "Princess, I'm almost done..." you hummed and rubbed your hand against his chest. Silently pleading for him to join you. Well your hands rubbed about his chest, he hesitated.

With the voices already having been in overdrive, your soft loving hand movements did not help. God, he wanted nothing more than to shove your night gown up, and kiss you until you were a gasping mess. With a soft kiss pressed to his ear his patience was growing thin. Not because of you, oh no. Your movements were out of innocence. You wanted a cuddle buddy for bed. The voices, wanted your neck and chest, black and blue from his lips. That was the problem.

"You said that a hour ago... please..." he couldn't help but sigh. Setting his pen down as he looked up to you. God you were too cute. Gently he took your hand and tugged it. Pulling it so you fell across his lap. With your legs draping over the arm of his chair, he held you up by his shoulder. Looking down at you with loving eyes. Maybe even laced with a bit of lust.

You gave a gentle smile and curled up against his chest. He wouldn't cuddle in public often. So you had to take what you could. Of course, he had no desire to work with you in his lap. He just wanted to feel you against him. He hoped this would ease the voices. Letting them know that you were within his arms secure.

But of course that didn't stop them. They still craved for him to mark you, to kiss you, to let others know you were his. With a gentle hand he pushed your hair aside, freeing your neck. Your eyes lingered him, curious about his movements. His eyes didn't meet yours, instead they were focused on your neck. Assuming he wanted to kiss you, your voice was soft.

"Do you want to kiss me?..." he glanced to your eyes and lingered a moment, nodding slowly. You gave a gentle smile. Encouraging him if he really wanted. When he saw you were ok with it, he leaned in and didn't hesitate to start prying soft noises from you. His teeth grazed over your pulse before biting down softly. Wanting to leave some form of marking over your body now that you were officially his. With gentle gasps being drawn from your lips the voices went wild.

Ever since your first time with each other, the voices knew what they wanted more of. They wanted you, to hear you, to feel you, to see you wither like the first time again. They wanted to ruin you. Of course with the first time out of the way, you and Tech were more sexually involved. He was still trying to have you take him fully.

With his lips to your neck, you could only lean into him with whimpers and soft moans. With your eyes fluttering shut he held you firm to his chest. The warmth engulfing your body.

However, he did part. Drawing his attention to his desk, moving aside paperwork. You watched as he half organized quickly. Freeing space on the desk. It caught you slightly off guard as he placed you onto the now free space. Allowing you to move your legs beside his. Letting him between them.

His hands shamelessly roamed up your thighs, kneading the soft flesh under his hand. Well your hands held to the side of his desk. Nervous someone would walk in. With gentle hands he moved your gown up a bit. Allowing the plush skin of your hip to show.

"Darling if your going to make love to me, we should probably go back to the bedroom..." you said softly. Half wanting him in bed, and the other half not wanting to be interrupted. He only hummed as his hands roamed up your sides under the gown. Feeling how warm your body was.

"It's my office... I can take you here if I want..." he said, his eyes glued to your body. Your cheeks did flush at this.

"Are you sure?..." your voice was quiet but held hesitance, and excitement. Your eyes danced over his busy ones. He only hummed before answering. Playing with the hem of your underwear.

"Becides... I only want a taste..."

#techno x reader #technoblade x reader #technoblade x reader smut #TE

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felswritingfire · 3 years

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hewwo! when you're done with April Brainrot, which is fantastic btw, i'd like to request a scenario of fem!MC asking Malleus to "put a baby in her." if you're comfortable with it, of course.

Idk what type of horny gremlin crawled into my head and fucking decided that I needed to write this as a smut and not something funny like I was planning, but here we are- I hope you enjoy it, Honey!

NSFW beyond the cut

You almost choked on your breath as Malleus palms you breast with one of his hands, his other resting on your thigh as he rests between your legs. His hair tickles your cheek, but you can’t bring yourself to focus on that as he suckles on your neck: his fangs grazing against the soft skin and his tongue lapping at the spot. Your knees knock against his hips, thighs trembling at the thought of the dark hickey that he’s more than likely to leave in the morning.

The sudden roll of his hips startles a moan out of you as the stiffness of his erection (erections actually- the man is a dragon) grind against your clothed clit. His voice is husky as he asks: “did you mean it?” You cling to him as he keeps rolling his hips at a steady pace. “Did you mean it when you said that, my Star?” His voice tapers off into a shaky moan as you begin to try and match his pace.

“Y-” you whimper before you gulp and take a deep breath- “yes- fuck- Malleus, p-please put a baby in me-”

You let out a gasp as his weight is suddenly off of you as he looms over you. He hikes up the sun dress you’re wearing even more until it’s above your heaving breasts, showing off the lacey white bra you’re wearing and the matching panties. He’s quick to dive his hands behind your back, forcing you to arch, and unclip your bra, throwing it somewhere forgotten in a corner of the room. You whimper as he shuffles back, pulling your panties down over your thighs and off your legs.

He holds the flimsy fabric in his hands, his green eyes dark as he stares at them, before he takes a long lick of the wet spot, still warm with your excitement. Your eyes widen and you gulp, sucking in a breath at the way he moans against them. His gaze sliding to your awe-struck face, he tosses the fabric behind him as he lowers himself before his cheek rests against your bent knee. He places a trail of kisses from your knee down your inner thighs until he rips a moan out of you when his scalding forked tongue is suddenly twirling around your clit. You tremble as he runs it up and down your labia, taking time to suckle against the swollen bud before his lithe fingers follow and he begins to thrust one into you.

He trembles at the sweet noises he draws out of you, reveling in the way your thighs tremble and you fight to keep them spread for him, your fingers intertwining in his hair. He feels the dull sensation of your hands wrapping around his horns and he only sucks and thrusts his (now two) fingers hard.

“M-Malleus- w-waaaai- aaaaaah-” your whole body trembles and you fall backwards, your back arching off of the plush bed as you start to buck your hips, series of cries and curses falling from your lips as you lose yourself in the haze of pleasure the fae was bringing you.

He hums, adding a third finger, pulling away and licking his lips, so he could watch you when he finds that one spongy spot that had you seeing stars-

A sharp keen leaves you, your thighs trembling at the sudden assault of his fingers curling and thrusting against the spot. You squeeze your eyes shut as his name falls from your lips. You spasm as he thrusts his fingers into you a couple more times before he finally stops them. You fall limp, letting out shuddering breaths.

“Good girl.” He says with a smile, his eyes closed as he pulls his fingers out of you, a thin line of your juices connecting the tips of his fingers to your entrance. He sits back on his haunches, unzipping his pants and pulling down his briefs to reveal his leaking cocks (pretty things that both have a slight upward curve to them) to you, their heads a bright red. He sighs, stroking one of them with your juices. He shudders. “I’m gonna put a baby in you now, hm?”

He leans over you, his hand coming to settle next to your head. His other hand snags one of the many pillows scattered across his bed and slips it beneath your waist. He licks his lips again as watches your twitching form: your eyes watering, your chest heaving, one of your hands wrapped around his wrist and the other fisting into the sheets-

Malleus’ mouth waters at the sheer sight of you, he rubs the head of his bottom cock through your lower lips, relishing the feeling of your wetness. He groaned as he presses into you, his tip popping inside of you while he eases the rest of it into your tight entrance. He lets out a groan as he finally bottoms out. His arms tremble with sheer effort to control himself from thrusting into you. “Gonna…” he gulps, pulling his hips back to rock into you, you whimper at how full you feel. “Gonna fill you up so good- so much you’ll have my baby. Mine.” He begins to build up speed, moving farther back with each thrust until, finally, his tip is the only thing that remains in you as he pounds into you with slow, powerful thrusts.

Your mouth hangs open, your body moving with each contact of his hips, even as you thrust back against him. “M-Malleus-” you blabber, shivering as your hand that was fisting the bed slid down to circle your aching clit. “Fuck- you’re gonna put a baby in me- you’re gonna fuck a baby into me-”

He growls, low and reverberating in the air, before he suddenly drags you up, thrusting into you at a rapid pace that knocks the breath out of you. You scramble to hold onto his shoulders as sobbing moans are ripped out of you. “I’m gonna fill you up to the brim- you’ll look so pretty carrying my baby- so pretty- so pretty.” He presses kisses just under your ear, groaning into your skin as his hips twitch and his rhythm grows sloppy.

You world spins once again as he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach and raising your hips up before he slips his dick back into you, his top cock rubbing between your ass cheeks as you trembling and moaning. He presses his back against yours as he thrusts a brutal pace into you. “Fuck! Malleus!” You cry, being pushed over the edge that has your walls fluttering around his cock.

He chants your name, a few more thrusts until he slams his hips flush against yours and cumming deep inside of you along with the one on your back.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before Malleus is nuzzling against the back of your neck. He hums. “Do you think you can take both of my cocks in you next round, darling?”

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