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arabaka · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fushiguro toji x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! toxic relationship. power imbalance. dubcon (changes your mind abt cumming inside last minute). petnames pretty, princess, and my girl used. toji calls himself daddy once. unprotected sex. WORD COUNT: 1.7K

Toji comes home late but he does this more often than not. You used to wait up for him but now you know better. You think, one of these days you’ll cut ties with the leech but you haven’t kicked all feelings for the man to the curb just yet. Maybe once you do that, you can do the same for his sorry ass.

Toji knows you feel this way. He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. He figures things will keep blowing over so long as he has you under his thumb and if worse comes to worst, a little companionship is nothing some money can’t solve.

His footsteps rouse you from your slumber and you stretch like a cat waking up from a daydream, only to curl back up even though you know you won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. Not when Toji comes home.

He isn’t light on his feet, boots clattering on the ground when he’s tossed them aside. He walks into your bedroom knowing you’re awake, despite shrouding yourself in shadows and blankets. He knows your routine (our routine he’s purred in your ears before) and figures you won’t mind if he rips the bedsheets right off of you and starts his own nighttime ritual.

“Toji…” Your grumbles laced with sleep and annoyance, you bop him with a pillow. “Jus’ go to bed.” You blindly try to reach for your blankets only to gasp in surprise when Toji’s big, big hand grips your wrist and pins it to the mattress. “At least say hello.” You grunt, nose pressed to your pillow.

He snickers and you don’t have to see it to know he has that stupid smirk donned on.

“Don’t be cranky, princess. Besides…” His free hand wrinkles the bottom hemline of your sleep shirt, ripping it up to your collarbone and whistling at the sight: no panties and no bra just how he likes it, “You were waitin’ for me.”

He’s not wrong.

Because as much as you loathe the man, he’s still an addiction you haven’t weaned yourself off of yet.

You’re quiet. You’re still. You’re his.

“Turn the light on, pretty. Need to see your face when I cum inside that pussy. Still all for me?”

Oh. It’s all so clear now. Why you keep letting him back in, why you let his hands defile you, why you let him sweet talk you over and over again…

Because he’s fucking good at it.

The moment you turn the light on, it’s over. There is no protesting. There are no spat words or deliberate curses. He makes sure of that, climbing over your body in an instant and you make ample space for him by spreading your legs in silent acceptance. You let him kiss you, let his tongue invade your mouth while his gruff hands toy with your breasts. He’s rough, more so than usual– bad night, you guess. But you love it, you tell him as much when you whine, moans starting in your mouth and ending in his. He takes it all, takes every lick of affection you can give him because if Toji is anything, it’s greedy.

His hands travel south, hooking onto your hips and dragging you close. In a single movement, your bare cunt is flush against his clothed pelvis and you whimper at the sharp, sudden friction and the unfairness of it all. “In a bit,” He grumbles over your spit-glossed lips, as if he can read your mind, “Wanna taste those gorgeous tits of yours first.”

His back curves somewhat awkwardly, he’s much too big for this, much too big for you, but he latches onto your nipple, licking and nipping as he pleases while the other hand busies itself with pinching and tugging. You like it. You almost wish you didn’t. Your toes curl and you buck, whining over how it’s bunched up fabric running through your glistening folds instead of his naked cock. “Toji– please,” You choke, hands lost in his hair and pulling just as hard, “At least let me feel.”

His lips leave your pebbled nipple with a pop and a laugh, “Feel what? Thought you wanted to sleep.” He’s back at it though, swirling his tongue around your other perky bud with plenty of saliva and spit to leave your skin glittering. “Change your mind all of a sudden?”

You know he’s teasing you, wants to get a rise out of you because Toji just loves a brat to tame.

So you give him what he wants, hands desperately clamoring for his waist only to land shy of touching his body because of the position you’re in. He snorts, hot air billowing over your breast and the contrast from the exhale to spit makes your spine arch. “You can do better than that.” He’s vile when he speaks, now in the mood to irritate you to hell and back just so he can pound the brat out of you. He continues his ministrations on your tits, though one hand decides to travel south and cup your mound. You drench his fingers in no time at all, your hole all but ready for him as he plunges not one, but two fingers right off the bat inside you. Pumping until you cry:

“P-Please – haah – just fuck me already.”

He gives your nipple one last tug, right between his teeth to feel you strain and cry for him and when you do, he smiles right over your sensitive little button. “Alright.” You think he’ll make a move just then but instead, your cheeks are squished, caged by his dirtied thumb and other four fingers so your lips plump up into a pitiful pout. “Then you’re gonna ask nicely.” You smell yourself in his fingers.

Your eyes meet his and they are pitch black. It makes your lungs still, your eyes red hot with tears, but your cunt wet. “P-Please, please, please,” You manage with your cheeks already growing sore from his grip, “P-Please fuck me, Toji– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry!”

“That’s my girl. Now get on your stomach for Daddy.”

You do as you’re told, a little too fast for your own liking; it shows your desperation, a card you try to hold close to your chest but Toji can always call your bluff. You’re starting to think you’re not good at all at pretending.

You hear him start to disrobe, know he’s back when the expanse of his hands are spreading the globes of your ass. He’s caging you in with his knees docked outside of yours, sees your cunt all wet and shiny and that’s enough for him. He can admire your– no, his pussy another time.

“Lift your hips.” He instructs and when you do, you’re teased by the fat head of his cock at your entrance, making your heart race and your stomach flip. He leans in and the stretch– it’s always there at first, searing and tingling, no matter how many times he’s plunged himself inside you down to the base. You squeal face first into your pillow, shoulders tensing as you feel his overwhelming girth prod and poke.

And then… He’s in.

“Fuck, princess– feel so good.” A baritone groan comes rumbling from his throat.

And you feel so full, up to your chest and you can’t breathe. You shudder under his weight, under his own groaning as your tight walls hug his aching member. He lowers himself further and knowing that you’re only going to squirm more, nips that shit right in the bud by grabbing at the fullness of your ass and mounting you with little care about how you feel about it.

All you can do is follow along, you aren’t given much of a choice and there’s no moving for you, not in this position and not with the way he’s holding you. He’s physically using you as leverage, digging nails into your bottom as he humps into you so hard and so fast, his fat and full balls are smacking into you and filling the room with loud pap-pap-paps.

Your hands mimic his, only you’re gripping fistfuls of your cast aside comforter as Toji mercilessly rocks you into your own bed. The bedframe thuds against the wall and your neighbors are certain to complain but that’s okay. Toji’s not going to be around for that.

He’s slamming into you, you can feel the ridge of his cock inside you grinding along the mattress as you take, take, take all that he’s giving you. You let your senses dull, allowing yourself to only feel the pain, the pleasure of Toji’s fat cock mercilessly fucking you and your cunt to submission.

“S-Shit, squeezin’ me so much I might just cum inside.” He taunts and you whine, your pleads for him not to disappearing into your pillowcase but make no mistake. He hears you.

He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it.

The force of his full length inside you makes your head dizzy and your vision blurry. His cock throbs inside you, against your walls and when the tip hits you just right, you mewl and cry for him, “Okay, okay, y-yes– cum inside, cum inside please, Toji!”

Just like he wanted.

“Alright, but remember,” His mouth is at your ear now, teeth coming out to play when he bites at your earlobe before murmuring, “You asked for it.”

You nod into the pillow, babbling for Toji until you’re drooling, aching for a kiss that will never come because Toji loses himself inside you just then, pounding into you so hard and fast just to see the plump of your ass ripple and clap for him. His cock fully sheathed in your heat, it’s easy for him to spill every drop of cum inside you– allllll the way to your cervix.

He continues to thrust, as if to make sure every dribble of his load sticks, until he’s soft. Until he’s done.

He leaves you and you stop paying attention to his footsteps because when you get up from the bed, all you can fixate on are the wet patches left all over your linens. Splotches of tears left on your pillowcase. Blobs of cum already leaving a cloudy stain on your sheets.

“Hey,” Toji calls from the doorway, wrangling you away from any decisions that would have come from the post-coitus clarity, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You know this is what he does. You know he’s not going to change.

But you take his hand anyway.

#toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for toji. ꒱

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amusingmusie · 3 months

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The Demon! Nel asks have my brain exploding with cheesy ideas, I swear. She'd make fun of his hair cut, and he'd spend an inordinate amount of time making his little shadow trip her every time she walks down stairs.

She'd have his demonic brain so divided that he'd probably phase himself across hell just because she was talking to someone other than him. Alastor being very "I'm uncomfortable when you're not about me" with Nel is my favorite!

My silly little idea:

"What are you doing here." Her voice dripping with annoyance as the sinner she had been discussing the acid rain forecast with launched away from them in a desperate attempt to flee from swirling mass of black and green that just manifested itself behind her.

"Oh, what a surprise! I didn't see you there, my sweetest of evils. I have some business in this part of Hell and really, I can't be late. And now you're in my way, you do so enjoy being a huge inconvenience!" (There's no reason for him to be there. He just literally yeeted himself so hard and fast across the map to interrupt their conversation. He'd be panting if he wasn't gritting his teeth together so hard.)

For you, anon :))

THIS IS FOR FUN ONLY AND NOT CANON TO YOURS TRULY

Five O'clock Somewhere (But Not Here)

Nel heads to the bar to get a damn drink, grumpy as ever and in desperate need of cheap booze. It won't get her drunk, but it will allow her a reprieve from Alastor's insidious presence that seems to trail her wherever she goes in this shitty building. The Hazbin Hotel is a fitting name for such a rundown crapshack, though she feels that the Shithole Inn would work just as well.

The second she crosses from red carpet to green floorboards she can taste newfound freedom- until there's a hum of radio static that pitches in her ears, causing her to hiss and scowl as a familiar shadow materializes right inside of her personal bubble.

Alastor pops into existence practically on top of her, eternal yellow grin widening as his crimson eyes crinkle in pure malicious delight.

“Sweetheart! There you are. I noticed a lack of your terrible black cloud tainting my radio tower and just had to find you- I can’t have you running off on me.” A clawed finger reaches out to bop her nose, but she dodges out of the way with a growl. “I see you’ve decided to curse the parlor with your dreary disposition instead. How delightfully horrific!”

“The only curse here is you.”

There’s a loud incorrect buzzer that sounds from his staff. “Wrong, I am the host of the hotel! So close.”

“Host, pest, plague, same difference to me,” Nel snaps before attempting to brush past him. “Move your boney ass, I’m getting a drink.”

“This early in the day?” Alastor steps right back in front of her to block her from escaping. “Why, it’s hardly past noon.”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

“Well, if you’re so insistent that it’s a drink you’re after, I’ll prepare it for you.”

“Jesus, the fucking bar cat is right there!”

Said bar cat flips her the bird as he downs his fifth whiskey of the hour. As much as it stings her pride, Nel attempts to smooth things over by awkwardly quirking up the side of her lips in a strained smile- she needs an ally here.

Husk blinks one droopy eye at a time, decides this shit isn't worth it, then grabs his precious bottle and shuffles away from the bar out of the lobby.

Well. Shit.

The radio asshole laughs down at her, “Scotch on the rocks, dear?”

“I’d prefer a lobotomy.”

Using his microphone to herd her towards a worn bar stool, he hardly bats an eye as she tries to snatch it out of his hands. “Perhaps over dinner this evening, if you’re a well behaved little harpy."

Nel refuses to reply; she groans and lays her head down onto the sticky bartop, gluing her bangs to the sugar-stained wood.

Eternity has never seemed so fucking long.

#my asks #the pookies #first time posting demon Al #first time posting Husk too #and in third person #a drabble!#demon Nel

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indouloureux · 2 years

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how are u love? I dont know if you saw the pictures and videos of joseph and jamie in brazil (I just saw them and I'm SCREAMING) but could you write something based on that? like joseph x costar!reader?

ps: you're amazing and I LOVE that you write for Joseph sm and you do it SO WELL

HI IM GOOD YES i saw their pics from brazil and i went absolutely feral!!! tysm for reading my works ily !! 🫶 hope you enjoy this

side note: a couple of you guys sent in requests and im sorry if im unable to post it sooner. i promise i will get to them and i absolutely love your ideas!!! i also sincerely apologize if the fonts are small im writing the blurbs on my phone and ive yet to figure out how to put "read more".

brazil is really pretty, and so is the smile on his face.

his white dress shirt hangs perfectly around his frame, but his grey blazer is missing and is instead draped over your shoulders, an offer he'd done out of worry.

even so, joseph's got an arm around your waist, holding a drink in his hand that he so carelessly waves around as he talks to people though not spilling it on anyone else. his laugh is bright and a bit drunk, but it's still contagious nonetheless.

"hey," he murmurs in your ear. "i bet you twenty dollars i get at least more than fifteen questions about what my vecna song is, deal?"

you snort, gyrating your wrist to swirl your drink. "why? did the question reach brazil?"

"i can't tell you how many times i've said the words up and down by venga boys. it's a lot more than the amount of wrong theories i saw about volume two."

joseph beams at your smile, and as much as he wants to place a kiss on your temple, he's too shy to do so in a public place. "alright. and if it's not more than fifteen, i get the twenty dollars?"

"twenty dollars and a kiss," he offers. "only because i haven't kissed you since this morning and i've been taking it out on this glass."

"eugh," you turn away from him. "gross,"

"it's true," joseph removes his arm from around your waist, only to step in front of you so you'd look at him. "when you were at the toilet i've been mouthing my drink."

"jesus, joseph."

"and mary," he smiles at you, comes back to his original position where he slots himself at your side with a hand around your back in a kind possessive manner. "no one has actually asked you what your vecna song is, though,"

"i'd rather not answer than when yours sounds like a kids bop music at a child's birthday party," you playfully clink your glass with his. joseph wrinkles his nose and opens his mouth in a silent gasp, feigning offense at your joke.

"my, how rude! i've never judged you for listening to doja cat for a whole week when she tweeted about me," joseph squints his eyes at you.

"it's my way of coping. a hot girl flirts with my boyfriend and then what?" you shake your head at him. joseph smiles, and he's really fighting the urge not to kiss you. "plus her music's good. you should try listening to it instead of dancing to venga boys every morning."

"never disrespect up and down like that," he scoffs. his hand reaches out to play with the sleeves of the blazer around your shoulder, and you find yourself tracing the curve of his chain.

"yeah yeah, whatever."

"oh, here comes another one," finally, he steals a quick peck on your temple, hand sinking deeper into your waist. "prepare to lose twenty dollars, darling."

would very much appreciate feedback and reblogs!! <3

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kanatamour · 4 months

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A SIGN OF AFFECTION.

Because even if silence would rule her life without her aid, he fills it with sunshine and smiles.

ft. Yatonokami Kanata, Hajun Yeon, Ando Shiki, Kanbayashi Yokei x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, very, very, mild angst.

Hello nonnie ! I’m so sorry this took so long to post… I know you requested it on my old blog, thank you for liking my aesthetic there <3 It’s late, but merry christmas to you as well, I hope this new year brings you lots of love, health and joy !

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s a little surprised.

— Why is it that your little sister stares up at him in wonder, of all people?

— She’s a lucky child, after all. She can live in a clean house and she has you as her older sister, so why does she seem so entranced by him?

— “This is my little sis, Kanata.” You introduce her, your hands on her shoulders. “She can’t hear by herself, but she uses these headphones, they’re magical, right little princess?” You tell your sister, bopping her nose.

— She giggles, while nodding enthusiastically.

— “Hmh! I can listen to my big sister’s boyfriend with these! Kanata’s music is the best!” She claims, happily.

— Your lover’s lavender gaze widens when he hears that.

— That exact phrase is what Nayuta always told him.

— A chuckle leaves his lips, as he pats the girl’s head (even if a little awkwardly).

— “So you like Cozmez that much?” Kanata asks your sister.

— She takes a few seconds to answer, the sound processing for her in her headset.

— “Mhm! Cozmez is the coolest! Kanata and Nayuta are the best! Also, is it true you can breakdance, onii-chan?”

— At that, Kanata blushes. Both at the question and at the term she used to refer to him.

— “I-uh… yeah.” He finally manages.

— You chuckle, taking your sister by the hand.

— “Hey, hey, Kanata is a little shy, alright, sweetheart? Give him a little time to warm up.” You explain.

— She nods, while your boyfriend’s blush intensifies. You’re so precious taking care of your sister, he almost can’t handle it. If you keep this up, he feels like his heart will burst with so much cuteness.

— From that day on, your younger sister starts wanting to hang out with you and Kanata every time you meet up with him.

— And so, your dates end up involving her in one way or another.

— Listening to Cozmez at Kanata’s apartment as she tries to dance to the beat of the songs; taking her to eat ice cream, ramen or cake at cute cafes; petting the neighborhood cats, or reading books to her.

— And to your boyfriend, these moments are worth so much.

— Taking care of her together, with her giggles and your soft laughter filling the air… It feels as if finally beams of rainbow are added into the sunshine you shed into his life.

— Kanata is also very protective of her.

— Because she thinks he’s so cool, your sister tends to follow Kanata around.

— And we all know how dangerous it can be for a little girl like her to wander alone around the slums.

— So your partner always makes sure to spot her right away, taking her by the hand and bringing her back home.

— She is safe, but she doesn’t escape your scolding, even if she hides behind Kanata.

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— Charms your little sister almost instantly.

— With his good looks and permanent smile, who could resist him, huh? (That is, before you know about his sadistic side /lh).

— “Big sister! You’re dating a prince!” She says, eyes sparkly and wide, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

— You and Hajun let out a laugh, amused at her innocent enthusiasm.

— “Does that mean you’re a princess, onee-san?” Your baby sister inquires. “And does that make me one too?”

— You give her a bright smile.

— “Of course you are a princess too, baby.” You say. “You have this magical crown that allows you to hear, do you not, sweetie? I think a fairy must be guarding you too.”

— Your boyfriend smiles. Not his usual fabricated grins, but a sincere one this time.

— “Your sister is right, young lady.” He adds, taking the girl’s hand in his. “You two are princesses, so it is my honor to finally meet my lover’s precious sister.”

— “Woah… You’re really a prince!” The girl in question cheers, enchanted by him and all the attention she’s getting.

— Thanks to her headphones, your sister can hear BAE’s songs, and of course, her bias is Hajun (she adores the whole trio though).

— Anne is like an older sibling to her as well, and Allen is like… uh, the silly uncle that’s really cool when singing.

— Whenever you and Hajun go out together on a date, your sister stays with the other two.

— Anne does her hair and dresses her up, while Allen plays music for her and they all dance together.

— It’s really precious, going back to Hajun’s apartment and finding laughter filling the space and the people you love having such a good time.

— However, because she’s enchanted with your lover, your sister has taken to following Hajun around sometimes.

— She peeks from behind the kitchen’s door, observing attentively while he cooks.

— “Hmm… I have the feeling someone’s watching…” Hajun announces, the little one’s giggles perfectly audible. “I wonder whether this princess would like to help me make dinner?”

— To what she emerges from her hiding spot, running to bury her face into Hajun’s apron.

— Unbeknownst to them, you were watching the scene with a dopey smile on your face.

— You go to wash your hands. You’ll join them in a minute.

ଓ ANDO SHIKI

— Now if someone is shocked to be thought of as cool, that is definitely Shiki.

— He’s been called gloomy before, and he doesn’t really have a very positive opinion about himself.

— So for your sister to admire him and look at him in wonder… That is certainly a new feeling.

— And at first, he can’t deny he’s scared. Because what if, once she gets to know him, she finds out he’s uncool or boring?

— Besides, someone whose hands are stained in blood due to the sin he’ll never forgive himself for… He doesn’t deserve that kindness.

— So at first, he runs away from this, like he’s been doing his whole life.

— You miss him.

— And your sister notices your boyfriend seems to avoid her, so she gets sad.

— “Is it because I need special headphones to hear?” She asks you one day, eyes teary. “Is that because Shiki can never meet with you, big sis?”

— “No, no, it’s nothing like that.” You hold her in your arms. “Shiki is very shy, so he has trouble making new friends, but I’m sure he'll be happy to meet you, once he calms down. He gets nervous easily, you know? Give him a little bit more time.” You tell your younger sister, squatting to be eye level with her, as you wrap her in a hug.

— “Tell you what, why don’t we drop by Shiki’s workplace while he’s there? I’ll introduce you. You’re a fan of his group, after all.”

— And so, that’s exactly what you do.

— You are aware a bar is not the most suitable place for a kid, but you trust all the guys there. They take good care of Shiki, after all.

— The little girl hides behind you as you greet everyone. And, somehow, Ryuu’s the one to bring her out of her shell.

— “Wow wow! You have very cool headphones! Ryuu wants a pair too! Aaw mini [Y/n]-chan is so cute!”

— “I use these to hear!” She giggles at the funny faces TCW’s peculiar member makes. “I love The Cat’s Whiskers! Shiki is my favorite!” She says, waving her hands.

— Your partner lets out a strangled yelp, almost dropping a glass he was drying.

— “Come on, Shiki.” You invite him, softly, with a tender smile on your face. “She’s really looking forward to meeting you, you know.”

— “H-hello, there.” He greets her, awkwardly rising a hand for her to high five.

— She does so, with a “Yay! I’m a fan of Shiki!”

— The latter lets out a laugh; a precious sound few got to hear, the rays towards which sunflowers turn.

— Maybe it was alright, that she thinks he’s worth meeting.

ଓ KANBAYASHI YOHEI

— Flustered at first, but then he softens up and is actually one of the most caring.

— Your sister is a little shy around him at first, despite her admiration for him.

— She’s seen him on tv, and, thanks to her prescription headphones, she’s heard his vocals on stage. She really thinks he’s so cool… But Yohei looks so serious…

— “Onee-san, is your boyfriend angry?” She asks, tugging on your clothes.

— “Wha-“ Bar 7/4’s master utters, amber eyes widening in shock.

— Saimon lets out a chuckle from behind the counter.

“Yohei, I think you should drop that frown a little.” He tells his junior, good naturedly.

— The latter sighs.

— “Hello there, little one.” Your lover greets the girl, as he crouches down to her level. “Would you like to listen to some music?”

— She nods vigorously, her small fists clenched in front of her in anticipation.

— Yohei rewards her with a smile. Then he sits at the bar’s piano.

— As his deft fingers slide over the keys, a sweet melody fills the space, your sister holding her breath as she listens intently.

— Then, she walks towards the piano, watching closer how this mesmerizing melody is brought to life.

— Your partner stops playing momentarily, offering her a kind smile.

— “You want to try too?” He asks her.

— “Yes!” She affirms, as her little hands hover over the keys.

— The bar’s master helps her sit on the bench, as he gently places her fingers over the keys.

— “Here, don’t be afraid. Try here, press it softly. Yes, that’s good!” He compliments her, as a note echoes through the room.

— As you watch the scene, you can imagine the three of you in a spacious apartment, sitting in front of a piano; sunlight streams through the windows, almost like lines of a music score you’re writing in this idyllic moment.

— Despite the cold, the warmth of your lover and your sister by your side keeps you comforted, the sunny melody, a caress for your heart.

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weird-an · 11 months

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“Can you help me with this zipper?” Argilly >:)

Billy is a little shit. He has been trying to get in Argyle's pants ever since they moved together three months ago. Has been batting his eyelashes at him, walking through the apartment butt naked, claiming to have forgotten his towel, telling Argyle how flexible he is, how much he can take.

And Argyle is tempted.

It's just that Billy never dates. Fucks a lot, always different men, never the same. Laughed at Argyle's question if he ever wanted to commit with that much self disdain it made Argyle sick.

The problem isn't that Argyle doesn't want to fuck Billy. The problem is that he wants to hold his best friend too, that he wants to make him breakfast, make him feel good and that he wants to keep him.

Only Billy is making it hard for him. Argyle lost count how many times he had jerked off with Billy on his mind - and next door.

Today is even more of a challenge. Billy still wears his dirty jeans from work and no shirt. He is showing off his chest, a few golden curls growing on his pecs.

"Argyle!" He grins at him like a cat that's getting its cream.

"Can you help me with this zipper?" he asks, sounding almost bored. "It's stuck and I need to get ready for my date."

Yeah. Those dates when Billy brings home broad men with black hair that probably treat him like shit and still make him moan like a whore. Sometimes he yells Argyle's name so loud, it's embarrassing.

"You can't be serious, my dude." Argyle shakes his head.

"Please," Billy says. "Help a guy out."

Argyle bites his lip, because he remembers the first week of living together when he told Billy that if he wanted something he'd have to say please like a good boy.

He leans forward, pulls the zipper down with ease - and he sees the glint in Billy's eyes too late. It's a trap and he should have known better, but you can't blame a guy for getting distracted by Billy's abs. It's only natural.

Billy is going commando. Always does, like he mentioned many times. He's half hard, cock a little red.

"Like what you see?" he asks with faux innocence - but Billy Hargrove has been a lot of things in his life and innocent isn't the word Argyle would choose.

"Pretty," Argyle says, because Billy is pretty and his dick is, too.

Billy's cheeks turn pink, maybe not the answer he had been looking for. Maybe Argyle can turn them a bit redder. He should probably let go, but he's always been one for a good ounce of hedonism.

"Shouldn't you thank me?" His thumb presses against Billy's dick. Billy's hands tremble. "For helping you?"

He lets go, unable to avert his gaze from the glistening tip.

Billy tugs at the waistband of his green sweatpants, hungry and impatient. He pulls his pants down and only when the cold air hits his skin, Argyle realizes he's hard himself.

Billy sinks on his knees, licking his lips. His pupils are black holes, eating up the bright blue of his iris and Argyle feels like he's smoked too much.

He wraps his lips around Argyle's cock, tongue teasing the slit.

Argyle groans, pleasure growing inside him, hot and electrifying. He bucks his hips forward.

Billy struggles a little to take all off him, spit running down the corner of his mouth. Argyle pauses, waits until Billy relaxes around him.

He strokes Billy's cheek, feeling the muscles work underneath there. He's moving a little, until Billy swallows his length whole, lips stretched wide. Billy's nose rests against the base of his cock, blond curls against his black ones.

He begins to bop his head back and forth. Argyle's groaning, can't help but to tell Billy how good he is, how beautiful, how perfect. He feels Billy shuddering with every word, but never stopping to twirl his tongue around Argyle's dick. It's addicting and Argyle can't be one of the guys Billy takes home and never speaks to again.

Argyle tugs Billy's hair, pulls him off his cock.

"This isn't a one time thing," he says, more a statement than a question. He can't let it be.

Billy blinks at him, gaze glassy and lips swollen.

"It isn't," he agrees hoarsely.

Something inside Argyle untwists. Like when he's had a long day and takes the first puff of a joint. Only Billy is better than any drug he has ever taken.

Argyle feeds him his cock again. Watches Billy's throat convulse around him, can't hold back anymore. He's fucking his mouth, sharp, impatient thrusts.

Billy's wet warmth and the thought that Billy is his, that none of these guys can ever touch him again, push Argyle over the edge.

He comes hard, his orgasm shooting him into foreign galaxies where all the stars have the colors of Billy's eyes.

He's riding out the high, fucking lazily into Billy's mouth, hand still buried in the blond mullet.

"Let me take care of you," Argyle says. He pushes a bit of his come that dribbled out back between Billy's lips. Billy sucks on his fingers, before letting go with a wet pop. "You've been so good."

"That's..." Billy clears his throat, face red. Argyle looks down. Milky release runs down Billy's tanned stomach, his cock softening against his jeans, still not pulled down.

"You can go again, right? A really good boy." Argyle grins. "Wanna hear you scream my name for me for once. "

"Always screamed it for you," Billy admits.

"I know."

#argyle literally says the words good boy in the show so how could I not?#billy grew so desperate he had to make up the dumbest excuse #i didn't expect anyone to send me an argilly prompt #i wanna hug you anon!#argilly #billy hargrove #argyle #argyle and billy #billy hargrove & argyle

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p0ssywhippedcream · 2 years

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You’re sitting on Misa’s bed, her head in your left palm as you apply eyeliner to her squinted eyes. Scratch that. You’re sitting on Misa’s lap.

Her hands are on your waist and her pupils keep shooting down to your parted lips that fold under your teeth occasionally.

“Hold still, Mises, you’re moving too much.”

It’s true, she’s shaking like a leaf in your hands as you give her a promised makeover.

“‘M sorry, Y/n…I’m just nervous, I guess.”

You laugh and out comes your beautiful smile, it nearly knocks her over.

“Nervous about what? You look pretty in everything.”

She goes to shake her head but your firm hand holds her in place, you send her an amused look and use your hand to push her head up and down in a nod, making her cheeks redden further.

“Well… I dunno. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out clubbing…”

“By a while you mean, what? Three months?” Your sarcastic tone calms her a little.

“Well, yeah, but still! What if L changes his mind or Light gets mad at me again?”

“Well then,” You indulge her anxiety with a faux pout paired with a look of genuine care in your eye, “I’ll just have to beat them up. You look far too beautiful to stay indoors, coped up like a house cat.”

With that, you bop her on the nose and bottle up the eyeliner, dropping it on the bed and scanning for the mascara. As you’re looked away and focused on something else, it gives Misa a moment to truly admire you. Your smooth skin, soft hair, colored lips. You look angelic in her lap, especially in that black dress that matches hers.

She wants to kiss you.

Sitting back upright with the mascara, you tilt her head back slightly and command her to close her eyes more. Your forefinger carasses her jaw as you coat her lashes in the substance. She can feel your minty breath on her face, coasting over her nose and mouth. You’re close, too close for best friends, too far for lovers.

When she opens her eyes again to see your loving smile, she knows that you’ve never just been her friend. From day one, the day she met you, Light’s closest friend, her heart has been thumping an octave higher. From your first handshake to your first hug to your first shopping trip, she’s been so enamored with your beauty, she almost thought it was jealousy.

So when you kiss her on the cheek and leave a red stain, giggle and press your forehead against hers, the only thing she wants is to kiss you.

Kiss you so hard you can’t think, breathe or talk. Kiss you hard enough to wash away any form of platonic feelings and leave you in love. Kiss you as hard as she fell for you all those months ago.

She wants to, she’s going to, she leans closer and her lips chase yours just as they pull away.

“Wow, Misa. I didn’t know you were such a lightweight.” You laugh at her as she tries once again to drunkenly kiss you. You hand her a glass of water and rub her back with a completely platonic grin, “I can’t believe those shots already have you this wasted, that was just the beginning!”

As you chuckle to yourself humorlessly and pull away, you feel yourself begin to cry. Hot, wet tears well up in your eyes and there’s nothing you can do to stop them. Excusing yourself to the bathroom and weakly stuffing you fist into your mouth to muffle your pain, you hurt silently. If only she were sober, if only she meant it, if only she didn’t love light, if only she loved you.

In the next room, Misa wishes you were drunk enough that you’d kiss her back like you did that one time. And she wishes you would realize she was sober every time she’s tried to.

#oph.thoughts #death note #deathnote x reader #misa amane #misa x reader #misa x reader angst #misa x reader small fluff #misa amane x reader

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 3 months

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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 23

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, Lucius Fox, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers, Jason Todd, Otis Graves, Lex Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Trigger Warning: Violence

Kara pouted as she lay cuddled next to Lena on the couch in the House of El. Lena chuckled while patting Kara’s head.

“Kara, you said you needed just five more minutes,” mused Lena.

Kara's pout became more pronounced and said, “I know, but I like being your cuddle bunny.”

Lena smiled and kissed Kara on the forehead.

“I love being cuddled up next to you, but I have to get to work. I have several projects at the hospital that I need to finish in the next two days or we will be very behind.”

Kara sighed while disentangling herself from Lena and said, “I know. There is stuff that I need to do, but I….”

Lena raised an eyebrow and said, “You would rather stay cuddled up with me like you have been for the last couple of days instead of face what has happened since the attack.”

Kara looked at Lena with a soft smile while holding her hand and said, “I know that I have to face the outside world. It has just been nice being in our own protective bubble and getting to know you better is all.”

Lena kissed Kara’s hand which caused her to blush.

“I understand darling. However, we have lives to lead and people who miss us. My mom, Sam, and Ruby have been blowing up my phone wondering where I have been the last several days. Still trying to think of an effective excuse to give them when I come into the office today.”

Kara yawned while stretching and standing up.

“You should just tell them the truth.”

Lena looked at Kara startled and asked, “Kara, are you sure….”

Kara cocked her head and asked, “Are these people that you trust?”

“Well, yes, I trust them very much.”

Kara smiled and said, “If you trust them, I trust them.”

“Really?” asked Lena with glossy eyes.

Kara leaned down to caress Lena on the face, kissed her on the lips, and said, “I do. Besides, we are dating, and I want to get to know your family better and I want you to get to know the family that I have on Earth.”

Lena raised an eyebrow and said, “Outside of Clark I guess.”

Kara chuckled while bopping Lena on the nose and said, “Of course.”

Lena smiled while wrapping her arms around Kara’s neck and said, “I would love that.”

Kara beamed and asked, “When shall we plan this?”

Lena chuckled and said, “Someone is eager to meet the family I see.”

Kara looked down sheepishly and said, “Why wouldn’t I not be eager. These people helped formed who you are today. Of course I would want to meet them.”

Lena caressed Kara’s face and kissed her for a couple of minutes.

She then looked up to Kara and said, “It is those little things that make me love you even more.”

Kara smirked and asked, “You love me huh?”

Lena blush, looked down sheepishly, and said, “I do, but you don’t have to feel rushed to say it back to me or anything…”

Kara places a finger on her lips to cut her off. Kara smiled and said, “I love you too.”

Kara leaned forward and kissed Lena on the lips. Lena wraps her arms around Kara and lean into the embrace more. They kissed for a couple of moments before Lena leaned back and said, “I need to leave or I am never getting out of here.”

Kara smirked and asked, “Is that really such a bad idea?”

Lena chuckled and said, “Only if I want the hospital to go under.”

Lena and Kara got up off the couch and stretch.

Lena turned to Kara and said, “My mom has a weekly dinner at her house on Wednesdays every week. Do you think some of your family members would be able to come this Wednesday?”

Kara smiled and said, “That is something that can definitely be pulled off.”

Lena smiled and said, “Perfect. I will let my mom know.”

Lena grabbed her things, sighed, and said, “I will get going now. Are you going to be staying around here the rest of today?”

Kara stretched a little more and said, “No. I think I will fly a bit to exercise my powers a little bit and visit Damian today. He is finally alert and isn’t too happy about having to stay on bed rest for the rest of the week.”

“Aww poor baby.”

Kara chuckled and said, “I don’t know how he would take to being called that, but I am hoping to cheer him up by getting him his favorite treat before heading to the manor today: chocolate and pistachio Baklava from Carrie’s Cafe.”

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saltv2 · 4 months

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KNOCK KNOCK THE HEADCANONS ARE HERE

(More multi)

1. They can all give the nastiest of side eyes (Nerika, Inari, Ian & Goldie)

2. Nerika repeatedly bops Goldie nose if he yaps to much for his own good

3. Got so fed up of all the fur that one of them just got those fur de-shedders for cats to use on Goldie

4. Nerika forces Goldie to shower atleast once every two weeks

5. Inari sometimes dreams that she working on her labs still

6. Ian enjoy reading and collecting comic books in his free time

7. Goldie was first intimated of Ian, and didn’t believe that he’s Inari younger brother

8. Goldie helps around the apartment doing chores

9. Inari collects tech from Goldie’s world, even if its way outdated in her terms, it peaks her interest

10. Nerika pokes people’s eyes with her robotic arm when in combat

11.One time Goldie dreamed of Nerika dying, that he immediately called her up sobbing

12.Ian sometimes feeds the the stray animals

13. Inari has chemical burns

14. The more time Goldie spends in Nerika universe the more chemistry he learns (mostly how to make drugs and explosives)

15. Goldie had a bullet hole in him and didn’t notice until someone from back home pointed it out

16. Nerika and Goldie play the video game pong together sometimes

17. Some of the animatronics are jealous that Goldie gets to experience more than just the pizzeria, Freddy tries to knock some sense to them afterwards

18. Henry has tried on multiple occasions to warn Goldie about Nerika and the outside, those conversations don’t really go anywhere or end well…

(When some girl from the future with history of violence & crime treats more decently than your own kind, am i right?)

19. when Goldie was able to experience the sun again after 10+ years of not being able to, even if it was in another dimension he couldn’t keep himself from crying— also couldn’t see shit for good few minutes, eyes were having trouble adjusting to brightness (Nerika just let him cry it out for a bit)

20. Goldie keeps a taser and pepper spray in his hat for good measure when in the subzone

21. Nerika: pulls up a picture of a bear during a argument, Goldie: screams

22. Inari has really cold hands

23. They’re afraid that one day they will no longer be able to see one other

24. They hang out on Freddy’s roof sometimes

25. Inari is curious and wants to exam Goldie’s powers but holds off from doing anything (knows it’ll probably upset Nerika)

26. Nerika once gifted Goldie a sweater, he only wears at the apartment he knows better than to have on in close proximity of red fox

27. Goldie began reading alot more having excess to more books in the subzone, reads anything he can get his paws on (except for lewd shit, bro all ready got traumatized from the sex talk)

28. Goldie sometimes wished he human so he could better experience things… and maybe not potentially outlive his new human friends.. (that one is a bit of a stretch but yk)

GOSH IF YOU ANSWER THIS IM SORRY FOR THE WALL OF TEXT ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY SALT YIPPEEE!

YOU DONT HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR ANYTHING I LOVE RECIEVING THESE ALSO THANK YOU YIPPEEE

1-Canon!! Ian would probably look like that one homophobic dog doing it.

2-Canon!! And it annoys goldie so much

3-Canon!! Nerika had probably thought of completely shaving Goldies fur off at one point

5-Canon!! She also tends to pass out at her desk. Sad.

6-Canon!! He likes Invincible :-)

7-Canon!! I don’t think anyone would believe Ian is the youngest in the group, he’s only 18 and Inari is 21

8-Canon!! He believes it’s the best he could do for his new friends :-)

9-Canon!! She either tries to figure out how they’re made, or sell them for higher prices

10-Canon!! And it blinds her enemys, seriously the tips are sharp.

11-Canon!! LMFAO I CAN IMAGINE:

N: what the hell are you calling for it’s midnight- are you okay?!

G: (Ugly sobbing)

12-Canon!! He loves all animals :-)

13-Canon!! It’s on her design in the drawing i made of her doing crack :-)

14-Incorrect, i don’t think goldie would care much for chemistry, and he would probably quit before he goes anywhere

15-Incorrect, if goldie did get a would he would notice, because it would mess the part up.

16-Canon!! She probably introduced him to more games like: mortal kombat and pokemon :-)

17-Canon!!

18-Canon!!

19-Canon!! I imagine seeing a robot cry only intrigued inari more, imagine just bawling your eyes out and some girl only cares about the fact that you can cry.

20-Canon!! And Nerika gifted him a knife just in case.

21-CANON!! But just because it’s funny

22- I honestly think that spending hours creating and working with really hot chemicals have her the warmest hands. So incorrect.

23-Canon!! The thought scares the both of them

24-Canon!!

25-Canon!!

26-Canon!! The sweater probably had a bear on it.

27-Canon!! Ian would sometimes give him his comics

28-Canon!! Just sad.

(Come back soon!!)

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thestalwartheart · 2 years

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Omg, those physical intimacy prompts are all so so good!! How am I supposed to choose one for you to write *insert actual display pic*

So imma be greedy and ask for 1) nose bops and 2) hugs that last longer than they should xD

Thankies and Happy Fest :D

Hello!

Here's your prompt fill for 'hugs that last longer than they should.' I tried to fit nose boops in here, but it seemed Too Much, and I also have a different idea for it.

Posted under the cut and on AO3. You might prefer reading it there as it's quite long (1326 words - I couldn't help myself).

Anyway, here it is! Enjoy 💖

put your arms around me (i'm shitfaced).

“Oh, I’m absolutely trolleyed,” groans Q, holding his head as he approaches his front door. Maybe if he keeps it steady enough, his brain with all its stupid thoughts will stay in his head, and he won’t say anything embarrassing.

Why did Bond have to be the one to get him home? As if the ramifications of drinking tequila with Moneypenny weren’t going to be torturous enough. He’s over thirty. His hangovers last two days. In fact, realistically, this one’s likely to last three. Doesn’t that seem like enough punishment without throwing James bloody Bond into the mix?

“I’d noticed,” says Bond conspiratorially.

He’s got his arm around Q’s waist now. It’s the size of a fucking tree branch. Ridiculous. How did they even get like that? He’s never once seen Bond use the gym, and surely it takes, what? About six hours a day lifting weights and doing that thing where you make the ropes move until they’re all squiggly—

“Battle ropes,” answers Bond, moving Q through the door like he weighs nothing. “Would you believe me if I said the job is exercise enough?”

“Absolutely not, don’t bullshit — oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. Did I say all that out loud?”

“Some of it. Did you not mean to?” Bond asks, looking far too amused. Q would be annoyed at it, but he really has got a very nice smile. The smile gets wider as soon as Q thinks it, and, oh, he’s going to stop thinking now, lest he say anything else that’ll have him handing in his resignation on Monday.

“Christ,” Bond laughs, “that last mission would have gone a lot easier if the target was this much of a lightweight.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Bond snorts. He deposits Q on the couch and disappears to the kitchen. “Not so witty when you’re blasted, are you?”

“You try being witty after six tequila shots.”

“Three at the most, surely,” Bond teases, handing Q a glass of water. “Though, to be fair, you were probably seeing double by then.”

Q gulps half the water in one go.

“You got there late, too,” he says around a silent hiccup. “You didn’t see the amount of drink Eve foisted on me before the shots.”

“Poured it down your throat, did she? Gave you absolutely no chance to refuse them?”

Q flaps out an annoyed hand in Bond’s direction. God, he hates when people make sensible arguments when he’s drunk. He hates it even more when they’ve got a stupid little smirk and sparkly blue eyes and a very nice shirt that’s got not one but two top buttons undone—

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Um, what?”

Bond rolls his eyes. “I want to make sure you don’t give yourself a concussion trying to get to bed.”

“Oh,” Q’s face is aflame. He hopes the alcohol making up half his bloodstream is a good enough excuse for it. “Upstairs.”

“All right. Finish your water, and I’ll help you up.”

“I don’t need help—” Q stumbles as he gets up from the couch. One of his traitorous little cats is right at his feet. "Oh, you twat!"

“Clearly. Come on.” Bond’s arm is back on Q’s waist as he guides him towards the staircase.

“I didn't mean that Marvin. You're not a twat, you're a darling.”

“Of course your cat’s named Marvin.”

“It’s ‘cause he’s paranoid,” mumbles Q, distracted by trying to make his feet work on the stairs.

Goodness, he really should give his cats more credit. They do this with four legs every day, bounding up and down like it’s nothing when it’s clearly extremely difficult. And toddlers! How on earth do they manage with their ungainly, chubby little legs? Oh, he really must call in and see the old 004 sometime. He can’t believe she’s got a baby now. Every agent should be able to retire and have babies. Or not, if that’s not what they want. Babies or fur babies, or furless babies. Whatever, they should all be able to retire and drink a million shots of tequila with Moneypenny and die because that’s what’s going to happen to Q if these stairs don’t ever come to a fucking end.

“God, you’re nothing but dead weight,” grunts Bond as they topple over the last. Q apologises, straightening up. The last of the journey to the bedroom is uneventful, and Bond looks around approvingly at Q’s decor before trying to manoeuvre him into his bed. They are right at the edge of it when Q feels an overwhelming urge to do something stupid.

“Wait, Bond.”

“What?” Bond’s still got his hand at Q’s waist.

Q shouldn’t, but Bond’s been so lovely and patient, and Q knows he won’t blab to anyone about this, except maybe Moneypenny, but he’ll likely be blabbing to her himself, so...

Q hugs him.

Bond’s arms settle around his back, warm and heavy. They squeeze with just the right amount of tightness to make Q sigh. Naturally, Bond is an excellent hugger. It’s unfair. People as good-looking and intelligent as him should at least have the decency to be bad at something. But no, he feels delightful pressed up against Q. And it's been a while since Q’s had a hug like this — a full-body affair that makes you want to weep with the comfort of it.

One of Bond’s hands plays with the curls at the nape of Q’s neck, and at some point, Q thinks — though he might already be dreaming — he feels Bond press a light kiss to the side of his neck.

He lost all sense of time about hours ago, so he can’t say how long they stay like that. All he knows is that he doesn’t want it to end, which is foolish. So foolish, because all things end, especially when James Bond is involved.

“Q,” Bond’s soft, deep voice in his ear brings him back to alertness.

“Hm? Sorry.”

“Don’t be. But I think you’re falling asleep.”

“Am I? Ah. That’s embarrassing.”

“More for me, I’d say.” He manhandles Q into bed with a soft smile. “I’ll do a better job of keeping you awake next time.”

“Presumptuous,” says Q. Or he thinks he says it. It’s probably little more than a useless set of consonants.

Bond laughs, pulling the blanket over him and patting Q’s hip like it’s all a job well done. “Goodnight, Q.”

“‘Night, James.”

In the morning, he wakes with more pressure in his head than the Marianas Trench. Of course, there’s also the embarrassment stinging at him like a physical thing. It’s too monumental to deal with, so he spends ten minutes cringing under his pillow before finally convincing himself to sit up. When he does, he finds a bottle of water on his bedside table, accompanied by a brand new packet of ibuprofen and a note with absolutely terrible handwriting. With his headache pounding at his brow, it takes Q whole, seemingly endless, minutes to decipher it.

Nipped out to get breakfast. Bringing back a full English, so I hope you’re not vegan. J.

Q laughs. It makes his whole brain hurt, but he doesn’t give a shit; he laughs until he snorts. Relieved beyond belief, he downs some ibuprofen and guzzles the entire bottle of water before he goes to have a shower. The water doesn’t even make a dent in his dehydration levels, which feels like the cruellest hit this morning has dealt him. Still, he feels he can deal better with it now that the crippling mortification has lessened a bit.

In truth, none of his usual hangover cures work quite so well as the knowledge that Bond is likely downstairs flipping bacon and sausages in Q’s tiny, cluttered kitchen. It’s an image Q can’t wait to see in reality, and he speeds through his shower to ensure he doesn’t miss it.

He wonders if he’ll get another hug. Maybe. Hopefully.

Last night’s didn’t feel long enough.

#00q #00q fic #my fic #007 fest #007 fest 2022 #teamcivilian

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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Sooo I HC that sage sneezes like those kittens in videos that sneeze. Just a high-pitched sneeze coming from the 6’4 merc, absolutely adorable. And does he get teased (playfully) for it, perhaps (esp. by MC and Tulsi)

I like how Sage is canonically 6'2 but everyone (myself included) thinks of him as being taller.

Anyways

GN!Reader, kitty cat is sick, I guess you could consider this a sequel/companion piece to this old post?

Welp.

The entire time you were sick, Sage was hovering around. Beyond bringing you food and ensuring you take your medicine, he also keeps you company. That means he curls up next to you on the bed the whole time. You keep telling him to leave so he doesn't get sick, but he tells you not to worry. He's an ilephta. He's got a super healing factor. He'll be fine.

Welp. A week later and he's posted up in your bed with the flu. Poor kitty is exhausted and pale and sweating and just flat-out miserable.

You try to use the Astrolabe to soothe the worst of it but apparently illnesses are a little outside of its scope. So it looks like Sage is stuck healing the traditional way.

Since he won't let Felix or Anisa too close to him while he's so vulnerable, it falls to you and Tulsi to play nurses.

Sage starts to say that seeing you in a sexy nurse outfit might make him feel be- but then a wracking cough dispels that thought. Good try though.

One of the first things Tulsi makes is a hot toddy, and you're not surprised to learn it's apparently an 'old family recipe' that Balsam used to whip up whenever anyone was sick.

Anyways you two are in the room, trying to coax Sage into taking some medicine. The alcohol helps but he's still bitching a fair bit about it. The medicine tastes gross and smells weird the texture going down his throat is uncomfortable and chalky and even thinking about it makes him wanna-

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

Three rapid-fire, tiny little sneezes.

....

You throw your arms around Sage's neck, cuddling him close and scratching behind his ear, cooing and comforting him. Oh, Your Poor Little Kitty Cat! He's So Sick!

Tulsi is snickering into her palm. Then mimics his sneeze. Then bursts into proper laughter.

Sage slinks down and hides his fever-red face in your chest. He tries to snap at you both to Shut The Fuck Up! but then he sneezes again.

Into your shirt by the way. Ew.

Over the next few days, Felix and Anisa come into the room as well to deliver healing draughts or just generally check in. And the harder Sage tries not to sneeze, the more he sneezes.

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

Anisa has the good grace to not laugh too obviously, but Felix makes no secret that he finds it funny. The only reason he doesn't make more jokes about it is because the one time he tried, Sage started clambering out of bed to go snap at him. Granted he makes it all of three steps before his knees give out and you and Anisa have to herd him back into bed, but it gets the point across.

You and Tulsi have free reign though. Every single time Sage sneezes, you're both snickering, you babying Sage and calling him some variation of 'kitty' and Tulsi starting to mimic him but only ending up laughing.

You lay down to sleep with him - it's the only way he'll close his eyes, he just feels too vulnerable otherwise - and periodically hear the little sneezes and have to cover your mouth to keep your laughter quiet.

Sometimes Tulsi will grab his tail and flick the tip of it against his nose just to make him sneeze. He threatens to bite her and she bops him on the head. Assert your dominance girl.

Once Sage's flu clears up, he stops sneezing. You and Tulsi both mourn the loss of your Sneezing Baby Kitty Cat. Sage is not amused.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #sage lesath x mc #fictif sage #last legacy sage #fren asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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wheeler-beretta-harwood · 2 years

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Fluffy ask game!

Choose some numbers and I'll tell you which wrestler I think fits the description!

1. The best bear hugs on earth

2. Lips so soft they feel like heaven

3. Holds your hand everywhere you go

4. Temple kisses

5. Will always smack your ass when they pass by

6. Highfives you for every lame joke you crack

7. Loves being the little spoon

8. Frequently rests their head on your shoulder

9. Sloppy morning kisses

10. Hugs you just a little too tight

11. Giggles when you compliment them

12. Pretends to be so tough, but is the softest teddy bear

13. Will always call to say goodnight to you

14. Brags about you when they're with their friends

15. Sends you cat memes/cute dog pics to cheer you up

16. Carries a photo of you in their wallet

17. Loves hugging you from behind

18. Loves being hugged from behind

19. Always holds the door for you

20. Will put little post-it notes with cute messages and awful drawings all around the house when he has to leave

21. Blushes when you catch them staring at you

22. Loves when you sit in their lap

23. Massages and rubbing your back to help you relax

24. Randomly squeezes your breast, even in inappropriate situations

25. Can't just kiss you once, but has to peck your lips several times

26. Bops your nose

27. Will laugh when you run into something

28. So many silent inside jokes that people get annoyed with the two of you

29. Can't sleep comfortably without your head on their chest

30. Plays with your fingers while listening to you talk about your shitty work day

#ask game #fluffy #fluffy ask game

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@headinjurydog said ; He is just going to sniff at the cricket. Usually they bounce when he touches them with their cold nose. That’s always funny. So he hopes this one has the same reaction.

Unfortunately, this one has a malfunctioning fight-or-flight instinct. One that’s always hardwired to ‘fight’. Rather than a quick hop away, the dog is rewarded with a sharp bop on the nose from a miniature umbrella.

Guess he caught him in a cross mood. That or he really doesn’t appreciate the cold - and the fact that now his vest is damp.

“Do you mind?” Then, at least, he really does hop away, though only a few inches to give himself some space. “Most folks tend to prefer a hello before gettin a big ol’ nose shoved in their face, you know!”

Besides, he’s got places to be! He hasn’t got time to stop for every random critter that wants to play - granted, cats tend to be the worst offenders in that regard, but dogs can be plenty disruptive, too.

#✰ give a little whistle ( answers )#headinjurydog

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smokeybrandreviews · 1 year

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This topic is a little out of character for me but i ind of want to address it because I've been seeing it in the cultural discourse more and more. Is Ice Spice mid? The short answer is yes. She is very, very, mid. But, to be honest, so is the entire Drill scene. That type of rap is just bunk to me. Say what you will about my taste in music, i am old as f*ck so i get it, Drill is just the rap version of Dubstep and i hate that sh*t, too. Now, that’s just the genre I'm speaking about. Obviously, there are dope Drill artists. Couldn’t name them because i don’ f*ck with Drill like hat bu I'm sure here are great Drill Rappers out here. I’m sure her are great female Drill Rappers out here. Ice Spice ain’t one of them.

Credit here credit is due, this new joint she’s featured on is dope as f*ck. Boy’s a Liar pt. II is a PinkPantheress song and that sh*t slaps. It’s the beat for me. That mess reminds me of a solid Shoujo anime opening. Seriously, if you put that sh*t over the opening of Chobits or Nana, and it wouldn’t even feel out of place. Gorgeous production and PinkPantheress’ vocals compliment that sh*t perfectly. Even Ice Spice’s verse matches the music damn near effortlessly. Like, the song is a bop and deserves all of the shine it’s getting. That said, Spice’s lyrics are dog sh*t. They’re elementary. I’ve heard better rhymes from high school students. The song, itself, is a great f*cking time but that’s because all the components congeal into this sublime audio experience. Taking Spice on her own? Just judging her ability on that feature? Man, ma is trash and that’s kind of the running theme throughout her catalog.

She’s a pedestrian lyricist at best. I can’t even say her flow is dope because she ad-libs WAY too much. Look up the lyrics to Munch and tell me they’re good. Hell, the only reason Munch is a thing in the song, is because she needed to rhyme something with lunch. Bro, points for clever thinking but really? Munch? And that’s just the hook! The entire song is just juvenile rhyme schemes and uninspired punchlines. And it’s her biggest record! Munch is what put her in the spotlight! THAT sh*t is the hit that got her name out there, which is ridiculous because literally every other attempt, outside of the PinkPantheress feature, is worse! Bikini Bottom, No Clarity, In Ha Hood; All them, trash! There’s no hook. There’ no uniqueness to them at all. It’s all just derivative drivel so why is she getting such a goddamn push? Literally it’s because she’s light skinned and beautiful.

I’m so sincere when i say this: Ice Spice is a f*cking bombshell. Ma is devastatingly bewitching. Dummy thicc, redbone, with big eyes, big lips, wide hips, and little tits? Bro, that’s the dream right there, especially among black dudes. I watched my little brother’s friend group cannibalize itself when one of those was introduced. I get it. My chic looks a lot like Ice Spice but with a smaller but, bigger boobs, and a button nose. I absolutely understand the allure and so does she, apparently. She knows that she’s hot, ma tells you every chance she can get in her records, but that’s basically it. That’s all she ever says in her record. Her EP is filled with songs that sound exactly the same. Sh*t, dude, her entire marketing push, before Munch, was just her posting thirst traps on Tik Tok with promos for her singles. And the sh*t worked because she a certified baddie! But that doesn’t change the fact that she is, musically, lyrically, mid as f*ck.

Look, I'm not out here trying to despairing ol’ girl or change any minds. I enjoy Ice Spice, to an extent. She’s young s f*ck, only started rapping, like, five years ago, and has potential. I don’t think she’s anywhere near as talented as Doja Cat or Cardi B but ma can grow into that role as she develops her ability. If she develops her ability. The aforementioned Doja Cat has come a long way from MOOO! (B*tch, I’ m a Cow). She also leaned heavy into her dummy thicc, redbone-ness and look how far that got her. The difference being that Doja is actually a good rapper. Her content, lyrical prowess, and overall flow have a distinct feel to them but, at the same time, vary from song to song. She has content for days. Ice Spice needs to diversify like that. She needs to find HER voice and not just Generic Drill Chick. Until then, she’s another a mid rapper with a pretty face.

#Ice Spice #Munch #Some ol' bullsh*t

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Lol Lu’s unfair advantage was cuz of her spine in her neck being deformed. Several vertebrae are fused together so her head is permanently tilted making her look extremely curious. Juno also will run from you if you try to pet her, she’s really not a fan lol but she’ll let you boop her on the nose once.

MJ and Juno live separately from the rest of the animals for their safety but Lu really likes to be held up to their cage to watch them for a few minutes every night before bed. MJ is very mothering to Juno since we got Juno as a baby and they like to sleep in little cuddle piles. As for the rest of the animals Ross is at the bottom of the hierarchy, then it’s Lucy, then Lu, then Charlie. Ross is terrified of Charlie cuz he’ll just show up and slap Ross as hard as he can for literally no reason, but if he tries to hit Lu then she will try to bite him back so they kinda have a mutual respect for each other. Ross tries to play with Lucy too but she’ll just look at him and slowly look at me like “wtf is wrong with this dog” and walk away. Also Lulu will bully Ross out of your lap if she sees him in it. Overall poor baby Ross gets bullied by all the animals but we love him

OHH, I SEE ABOUT LULU!! was she born like that or did she suffer an injury? i hope it doesn't hurt her in any way :(

AWWW BABY JUNO, I WOULD LOVE TO GIVE HER A NOSE BOP, SHE IS SO FLUFFY AND CUTE, I DO NOT MIND ADMIRING HER FROM THE DISTANCE <3

i understand about Juno and MJ!! they are really small compared to Ross and Lu and I wouldn't be surprised if Lucy and Charlie would try to like play with them or something like that, so I assumed they were isolated from others BUT LU WATCHING THEM FOR FEW MINUTES🥹 MY HEART IS LITERALLY MELTING AWAY. I CAN'T. LU HAS MY WHOLE HEART. ALL OF THEM HAVE MY WHOLE HEART LITERALLY

AND AS FOR MJ AND JUNO HAVING MOTHER-DAUGTHER RELATIONSHIP IS SO. FUCKING. CUTE. YOU KEEP MELTING MY HEART WITH STORIES ABOUT THEM :") them cuddling and asleep i cant sjsjsjsjjssjjs

NOOOOO POOR ROSS, HE SEEMS LIKE SUCH A KIND PUP, NOT CHARLIE SLAPPING HIM SNSNS, BUT MY CAT IS VERY SIMILAR TO ROSS NGL

when she hangs out with other kitties here, few of them would bully her and she is so....not reactive at all, I had to defend her so many times because she is just like :o or :3

NOOO ROSS, I WANT TO HUG HIM SO HARD, I WILL PLAY WITH HIM STOP DNSNDNS A BABY OH MY GOD :") I MEAN AT LEAST LUCY ISN'T MEAN ABOUT IT YK WHAT I MEAN, SHE JUST SIMPLY WALKS AWAY

LULU TOO!! OH MY GOD DJDJD ROSS REALLY CAN'T CATCH A BREAK, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH PLEASE PLEASE KISS HIM FOR ME AND HUG HIM AND TELL HIM I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE IS PRECIOUS!!

also, would you adopt any more animals in the future? :) and tell me about your day!! how are you doing? :) <3

#stinkyanswers #my sweet death <3 #JUSTICE FOR ROSS!! <3 #i love them all though and their dynamics #CUTEST PET FAMILY ISTG

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