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daisynik7 · 3 months

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cw: established relationship, explicit sexual content, smut - cunnilingus

Author's Note: Barely proofread, completely horny. Enjoy. Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

When Nanami comes out of the bedroom for breakfast, he notices you’re already set up at your work desk, expression serious as you face the monitor.

“You have a meeting right now?” he asks, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

You relax a bit from his loving smooch. “Yeah. I don’t even need to be in this. My boss just said to hop on and listen in. Said it’s a learning opportunity.” You make air quotations with your fingers at those last two words, rolling your eyes.

He hums, massaging your shoulders, which are stiff and tense with stress. “I’m sorry.” His thumbs work out a knot; he always knows how to put you at ease at times like this.

You lean back, tipping your chin up to catch his gaze, smiling. “Thank you, honey. I’m just…annoyed.” Glancing back at the screen, you sit up straight, muttering, “Oh no, it’s starting.” With a click of your mouse, you’re in. A few of the attendees are already chatting, so you keep yourself on mute, not bothering to greet them.

Instead of heading into the kitchen for his morning cup of coffee, Nanami remains behind you, bowing down to whisper, “Do you want a distraction?” His mouth grazes your ear, his hands gliding up and down your arms.

Although you’re on mute, you mouth a silent, “What?” to him.

His voice gets lower, sultry. “I’m hungry. And I’m craving my favorite treat right now.” He nuzzles his nose to yours, flashing that lazy smile of his you love so much. “I’ll be quick.” Too much.

“Kento, are you serious?” The rational part of you knows this is crazy, especially while you’re actively attending a meeting. However, the horny part of you, which seems to supersede everything else, wants your husband’s distraction so badly. The temptation to do something you shouldn’t be doing is too alluring to resist. And besides, you’re virtually non-existent in the conversation happening in front of you. Might as well do something else productive.

He nods, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, just enough to tease a moan out of you. “Baby,” you whine. “We shouldn’t.”

And the two of you know what that really means.

Soon, he’s under the desk, sliding your pajamas bottoms off one leg at a time while you pretend to pay attention to whatever nonsense your coworkers are discussing. Your panties are already wet and Nanami takes his time peeling them off you, biting his lip at the way it glistens with your arousal.

He wasn’t lying when he said he was hungry. In fact, he’s starving. He proves that with how voraciously he eats you out, your legs open wide for him to spread his tongue all over you. His grip is firm on your knees, keeping you split apart, licking and sucking on your clit, coaxing every drop of cum out of you. You can go the entire meeting with his face buried in your wet cunt, his drool mixing in with your slick.

Suddenly, and to your absolute horror, your name gets called by your manager. “Any questions?”

You try to shove Nanami away, but he’s relentless, latching onto you tighter, sucking on your clit harder, louder. You squeeze his cheeks tightly with your thighs, practically smothering him, but it doesn’t do anything except make him hum, the vibrations only adding to the divine sensation.

Before this long pause gets any more awkward, you swallow all the saliva pooling in your mouth and unmute yourself. “I’m good, thanks!” you blurt out, muting yourself once more as you let out a drawn-out moan, coming for the fifth time on your husband’s tongue.

The meeting is dismissed shortly after. You shut your laptop closed, scolding your husband, who’s now kissing the plush of your thighs, chin and nose shiny with your cum, a wickedly charming smile on his lips. “Thought you said you wouldn’t have to say anything,” he teases, trying to feign innocence.

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands gently. “Thought you said you’d make it quick.”

He comes up from beneath the table, meeting your face with his. “You know nothing is ever quick with me, sweetheart.” Then, he kisses you, pulling you close to him, cock stiff against you, leading you into the bedroom.

#nanami smut #nanami drabbles #nanami kento smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #kento nanami smut #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you

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maple-pies · 2 months

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AFTG from a D1 perspective

As a D1 athlete from a sport where men and women practice and compete together (thought we are separate teams) here are my thoughts ;)

Whenever the Foxes travel and stay in hotels they have to share rooms (but if Wymack is going to drop the $$ for shower stalls they def don't have to share beds like my team does) but I wonder if they randomize the rooms?? lots of potential there...

(however, USC?? They're big enough that I can def seeing them have to share beds hahahaha)

training trip? do they go on training trip Nora I need to know! Lacrosse sometimes does, so maybe exy would idk... (they go to Florida or PR, Kevin gets hella burnt and Neil gets freckles end of story)

Lift?? They have to be lifting!! I know Aaron and Andrew are really into it and Nicky and Allison fight over the aux

there are days where everyone gets along (even people who hate each other) and there are days where everyones HATES each other (even the people who are best friends) it just happens

men are always puking during practice. Aaron personally gives me big barf boy energy (Nicky canonically yaks already lol)

periods. Having men and women practice together means the women don't GAF about talking about periods while the men stare at their shoes and pretend not to hear hahahha

Abby definitely gets pissed at Wymack and lift coach (they have to have one okay??) for working the foxes too hard, it's the trainer's job to get pissed at coaches okay

just NCAA violations in general. We have to do quizzes and shit to show we know the rules we can't break/rules the school and coach have to follow. (I could make a whole separate post about all the NCAA violations broken haha)

this is no way saying aftg is inaccurate, it just means they didn't ever get caught which checks out

speaking of which, whenever Aaron get's pissed he definitely is like "And we went over 20 hours last week!! I could just report them!!" to Katelyn and she calms him down

Interactions with other teams/greek life. I know there have to be some mixers/athlete events, if not the Foxes then the Trojans for sure.

complaining about dining hall food, I know Kevin's pissed about seed oils or lack of protein, something stupid like that

hookups within the team. okay the Foxes are small, but that just makes it more messy. the trojans have insane teamcest I just know it. (being coed means even more hookups than normal) . cute relationship sex, hate sex, random sex between people you would not believe (i def don't know this from first hand experience what....)

I'm so excited for TSC because we get so see how a "normal" Exy team behaves (I put normal in quotations bc ppl need to understand that D1 athletes, esp ones on a team as good as USC, are definitely not normal people ahahha)

this is definitely just part 1

#i have so much more to say #but heres this for now #aftg #all for the game #the palmetto foxes #tsc #the sunshine court #the foxhole court #neil josten #kevin day #andrew minyard #aaron minyard

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c-nstantine · 6 months

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It's Always The Nice Ones

Kinktober Fic: Clark discovers his girlfriend's tumblr.

Warnings/Kinks: Warnings/Kinks: Stomach Bulge, Spanking, Size Difference, Non consensual Recording (is this a bit self indulgent? yes, yes it is. thank you for noticing!)

Word Count: 1.5k

Y/N kicked off her shoes as she entered her and her boyfriend's shared loft. It was a little expensive but the two of them made it work. That was Clark. Sweet, wonderful, and understanding Clark. Y/N loved him with all her heart. There wasn't a thing she would change about him. Well, maybe one thing. Don't get her wrong, he would always leave her satisfied but sometimes Y/N would still want more than what he gave her.

"So the Jamaican place was out of what you usually get so I got you what I get. Kinda works out anyway since you love to steal my jerk chicken," She called out to him as she walked into the kitchen. She was expecting to find him lounging on the couch while watching his favorite fall movie. She was pleasantly surprised to see him leaning against the kitchen counter with his glasses sitting on top of his head.

"What's this?" Clark asked, gesturing to Y/N's laptop. Her laptop was open and the current screen was the homepage of Y/N's Tumblr.

"My laptop? Clark, why do you have my laptop?" Y/N was a little scared. Her Tumblr was her sacred place. It's where her thoughts went to live and she didn't have to be as tame as a real person.

"Mine was dead so I thought I'd borrow yours. Could you imagine my surprise when I found out that my sweet girlfriend writes the most obscene 'smut' on the internet," He said smut in quotation marks. His blue eyes were trained on Y/N. Clark was normally a gentle giant with her but as he approached her, his energy was different. For the first time in their relationship, Y/N felt small. Now Clark being a 6'5 alien was a constant reminder in their relationship but he had never done anything that made her feel small and delicate.

"Clark, I can explain. There like fantasies," She said looking up at her boyfriend and placing her bags on the counter. She could feel the heat rise to her brown cheeks and warmth pooled into the bottom of her stomach. This wasn't fear, but rather horniness.

"I had been gentle with you because I was afraid I might hurt you. Turns out you want to be hurt," Clark leaned down to whisper this in her ear. Y/N's insides practically melted.

"Baby, I-" Y/N was going to explain herself but Clark interrupted her by placing a finger to her lips.

"Hush now. I want you to go upstairs and strip. You'll have to be punished for deceiving me. Don't worry, I'll go gentle on you the first time," Y/N's heart was racing and Clark could hear it.

"Clark," Y/N tried to justify herself once more. She couldn't find the exact words that she wanted to say.

"Upstairs," Clark said sternly and he had dropped his smile. He looked serious.

"Okay," Y/N said stepping away from her giant boyfriend. She quickly found their bedroom and stripped out of her clothing for the day. She sat on the bed anxiously. At first, she was scared but then she found herself to be excited at the sound of the heavy footsteps of Clark as he walked up the stairs. Unbeknownst to her, Clark had placed a small camera he had borrowed from Bruce in the bedroom and it was almost impossible for the untrained eye to spot.

"Imagine my surprise when I found out that my sweet girlfriend wants to be fucked like a desperate whore and writing about it online. To think that I've been holding back. Get on your hands and knees," Y/N did as she was told, not wanting to make the situation worse.

"Let's see. You've deceived me and then tried to cover it up. I think that's worth ten spankings," Clark spoke as he took in the stalk of his girlfriend's body. He looked at every curve, stretchmark, and scar lovingly but once again, Y/N felt small. Clark's cool hands rubbed her ass almost tenderly.

"Spankings?" Y/N repeated, almost tripping over the word. When she had written it, she had never thought that it was going to happen to her. The idea that it was going to happen to her awoke something in her deeply.

"That's what you wrote about, isn't it? You dreamt of a moment like this," Clark said knowingly. He could always read her like a book to the point that she used to think one of his powers was telepathy.

"If at any point it's too much, you can tell me and I'll stop okay?" There was a glimpse of the sweet Clark that she knew.

"Okay," She nodded as she spoke.

"Great, now count," Once again, his features darkened and it was like a different man was speaking to her. This didn't look like the man who made love but rather a man who fucks.

"One!" She said after his hand collided with her ass. Clark grinned at the sight of the recoil of her ass. He wasn't using his superstrength, of course, but a small part of him enjoyed these actions. Y/N continued to count, her ass stinging with every spank. She almost gave out from the pain but she stayed strong even as tears began to run down her face. Clark was just hoping that the camera caught this angle.

"See there's my pretty girl. You feeling okay?" Clark said tilting her jaw up after he had finished. He wiped her tears away with his thumb.

"Mhm," She said as her eyes stopped welling with tears.

"Look at you. You're dripping just from a spanking. Roll over," Clark began to toy with the folds of her pussy while she was now laying on her back. Y/N spread her legs on instinct and Clark enjoyed the sight.

"So good at taking orders," He remarked as he kneeled between her legs. He pulled her waist to the edge of the bed and used his hands to pin her down. Her size didn't matter because he knew he had the strength to hold her down.

Now, eating Y/N out was one of Clark's favorite pastimes. He could do it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He loved to have her wetness smeared all over his face like it was now. Hearing her moans did something to him but he preferred to listen to her heart rate as she got closer and closer to her peak. His tongue toyed with her clit while his fingers took long strokes in and out of her.

"Clark, I'm close, please," Clark simply chuckled as Y/N spoke those words. He pulled his mouth away from her and removed his fingers.

"Wait, why'd you stop?" Y/N said a little upset from her ruined orgasm. She was quickly satiated when Clark replaced his fingers with his dick. She didn't even hear him unbuckle his pants. Clark normally liked to take his time with Y/N and allow her to adjust to his length. Hell, he had spent months just training her to be able to take all of it but now all of that was gone at the window as he pounded into her with fullness.

Y/N thought she was seeing stars as she moaned out from the deep strokes she was receiving. The stinging of her ass couldn't be felt from the pleasure Clark was giving her. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall was the only thing grounding Y/N to reality. She was sure there were dents in the wall but that would be tomorrow's problem. Well, if she could walk, it would be.

Clark was having the time of his life. He could see the faint outline of his cock from Y/N's stomach and began to move harder. Once the outline was much more prominent and pressed his hand to her stomach. Both of them cried out from the new sensation. Clark's cheeks had turned a bright red and his glasses managed to get across the room. He had regretted not doing this earlier.

Y/N's pussy began to spasm with Clark's dick still inside and soon after he finished inside of her. His strokes slowed until he fully pulled out of her. Y/N's legs were tingly and her breaths were deep. Clark kissed her cheek and congratulated her for doing so well before disappearing into the bathroom. Y/N almost felt like she had just cosplayed a Twinkie.

"I'm gonna clean you up and then put this cream on your bum," He said with a warm damp towel in one hand and some sort of numbing cream in the other.

"Clark, sweetheart, you just fucked the living daylights out of me, you can say ass," She said while he cleaned between her thighs. Her hands found his hair and he simply had a dopey grin on his face. After he was finished, he discretely grabbed the hidden camera and put it somewhere safe for now. Just because he knew Y/N's kinks, didn't mean she needed to know his, not yet, at least.

Clark gave Y/N one of his T-shirts and brought up the food from earlier. She leaned on his shoulder as the two ate in bed. She wondered what other boundaries she could push Clark to now that he knew her darkest fantasies.

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #clark kent x black reader #clark kent x black!reader #clark x reader #clark kent x reader #clark kent #superman x black!reader #superman x reader

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justalittleficsideblog · 10 months

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Not so Rough!

Obey me boys x fem!reader

synopsis: after a rather hectic night, the boys misunderstand a situation between you and Mammon. oh well... right?

a/n: I have had this in my brain for like two weeks now lmao, just a funny situation i thought of!

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You rolled out your shoulders as you stepped into the dining room, wincing as you stepped down towards the table. You observed the brothers setting their table, Beel anxiously waiting for food while his other half dozed off in the chair.

“Late night at the restaurant, love?” Asmo cooed, his head tilted to the side as he gave you a once over.

You nodded, every muscle groaning in protest as you slid into the chair. You flinched as you felt your legs relax, wearily stretching them out. You sucked in a breath through your teeth as you felt one of your calves ripple.

Your back felt sore too, thanks to someone’s greedy fingers after your late shift.

“Mammon didn’t go easy on me afterwards either,” you rolled your eyes, catching a glimpse of said offender striding into the room. He was looking better than you were, damn demon blood.

“Hey! You said you wanted it deep, not my fault,” he scoffed, sliding down onto his chair across from you.

You heard a cough. Satan cleared his throat, pushing aside his tea that was in front of him.

“Yes! Deep not so rough. My body feels like it’s been brutalized.” You yawned, attempting to stretch out your back as you swung your hands over your head.

A clang from the kitchen snapped you out of your daze. Levi sure was clumsy on kitchen duty today.

Asmo was smiling in your direction, his head resting on his newly manicured nails.

“Darling, was my brother here harsh on your delicate frame after your grueling shift?” he pouted. You now noticed Belphie was wide awake, him and Beel gaping towards you.

You ran a hand through your hair. “Ugh, yes. I was already tense and sore from being on my feet all night. But he,” you pointed an accusatory finger. “—insisted on “helping me out” even though I said no—”

You made air quotations while sticking your tongue out at him.

“Mammon!” you jumped as Satan boomed out near you.

“I cannot believe this, to think you would take advantage of her!” he seethed, fingers gripping the table as he stood.

“Woah! Hey! I wasn’t takin’ advantage of anyone!” Mammon yelped, hands thrown up in defense. “I just thought I could help ‘er relax, is all!”

Asmo snorted into his drink, “Not much relaxing you could be doing.”

“What did you say?”

You noticed the brothers were bickering to each other, making pointed comments towards Mammon more than anything. The kitchen had gone oddly quiet…. When was breakfast coming? You were starving.

“Listen love,” Asmo purred, grasping your hand in his. “I would be much gentler to you than this brute.”

“Hey! Who’re you calling a brute?!”

“Well… you did have a hard time letting me go,” you shot a pointed look towards Mammon, rubbing a sore spot on your shoulder absentmindedly.

“It’s not my fault you kept squirming!” he huffed, kicking his legs up onto the table.

“Well yeah! It freakin’ hurt!” you tossed back at him.

“enough.”

You could’ve sworn the room dropped several degrees with the way everyone shivered. Goosebumps rose across your arms as you took a figurative glance towards the eldest.

His aura was damning, ominous fingertips tap tap tapping across the table.

“Mammon,” his eyes cut to yours. “MC.”

His eyes were slits, wings splayed widely as he leaned backwards into his chair, “I cannot control you as much as I would like. But please do refrain from discussing your intimate interactions at the dinner table.”

You froze.

Wait…. WHAT?

“Intimate…. Lucifer, what in the fresh hell are you talking about?”

Even Mammon looked puzzled, eyes searching his brothers for an answer. Belphie sighed, rolling his head back as he murmured something to Beel, who looked slightly alarmed when his eyes shot up to meet your own.

Satan now was sitting back down, a blank stare towards the table was his only response.

Lucifer himself pinched his nose, irritation rising.

“oh… my god.” The realization of what you and Mammon had been arguing back and forth about finally surfaced. They didn’t think you really meant… that right??

You buried your face into your hands, face flaming in embarrassment. “We didn’t do… that. My shoulders and feet were killing me from carrying those damn heavy trays and walking around so much. Mammon felt bad so he offered to rub out the knots in my shoulders and feet.”

He shrugged, “But you were so tense! I really had to work out your muscle—”

Asmo let out a cackle, incredibly amused by everyone’s astonished faces.

“So that’s how it is,” Beel chirped, returning to snacking on some sort of devildom fruit in front of him.

Seriously, what was taking the food so long…?

Lucifer let out an extended sigh, looking almost. What, relieved?

Now it was Mammon’s turn to catch up, realizing the situation while everyone was staring at him in amusement.

“N-no! o-of course it wasn’t anything like that…” he sunk deeper into his chair, head tilted down in embarrassment.

You couldn’t help but giggle. What an interesting conversation to start of the morning.

Both yours and Beel’s stomach gurgled, indicating it was getting past time to be fed.

“I’ll go check on Levi,” you stood. “I’m surprised he wasn’t freaking out over this conversation.”

You walked towards the kitchen, pushing the door open further as you searched for a familiar blue-haired male.

“Levi—oh shit!!”

There, among the flour and pans, laid Levi. Passed out.

“Oh dear,” Asmo sighed as he leaned against the door frame. “The shock probably got him.”

You groaned, stepping over him to get breakfast started.

#obey me x reader #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #pls i have had this in my brain for so long #i hope yall are fed <3 i will be working on requests soon!

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undeadcannibal · 10 months

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Hello i saw you were taking requests and i want to ask if you could do Alejandro and König being jealous because Graves is flirting with there s/o and she's clearly uncomfortable with it but they gets jealous anyway and decides to make sure she knows who she belongs to.

Only if you're up for it.

Have a good day :)

Summary: How Alejandro and König would react to Graves hitting on you and becoming jealous as a result.

Genre: Imagines, request(s) Characters featured: Alejandro, König.

Warnings: suggestive situations, spanking, and mention(s) of jealousy

A/N: So, at first, I nearly made this a poly scenario but rewrote it because I was almost certain that isn’t what you were asking for lol. I hope this suffices, and I apologize for the delay on my end OTL ( Gif credit: xxx )

"C'mon now, girl."

Graves stepped in front of you, blocking your path as well as preventing you from leaving the conversation. Staring down at you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Let's say after all this bullshit is said and done, you let me take you out dinner. What do you say?

While you didn't let it show on your face, the thought of going on a date with Graves was off putting to say the least. He was too cocky in all the wrong ways -- and there was something else off about him you couldn't quite pin-point yet, but that underlying suspicion was there, always prickling away at the back of your mind. Maybe it was you were just being paranoid, but still. When it came down to it, you didn't find yourself drawn to him in any sort of way.

You still had to work with the man though, so instead of being honest with him, you offered him a practiced smile. One perfected over years of awkward interactions just like this one.

"As nice as that sounds, I'm afraid I'll have to decline."

"Yeah? And why's that, sweetheart?"

Figures he was the type that didn't know when to back down...

At that point, you'd crossed your arms over your chest. Physically attempting to close yourself off from him even further. You hesitated in coming up with an answer to that question. It wasn't exactly like you could confess you were in a relationship with a Colonel.

"I'm already in a committed relationship, sorry, Graves."

Why the fuck were you apologizing to him?

Alejandro―

As you were busy trying to anticipate Graves' reaction, you hadn't noticed that Alejandro had seen the entire interaction between the two of you. Especially noting the way you tensed up when speaking to Phillip.

Even though he knew better than to storm over and cause a scene -- he felt the urge rising within him regardless. He wanted to walk over there and ask him what the fuck he was doing to you that had you so uncomfortable.

Somehow, he'd managed to hold off just long enough for the interaction between the two of you to come to an end. Whatever you'd said to the Shadow Company CEO had sent him off with his tail between his legs.

Good.

He couldn't help but curse to himself in Spanish as he watched Graves leave the rec room. Once he was gone though, he didn't waste any more time in heading over to you. Silently gesturing for the two of you to have a private conversation elsewhere.

Shortly after the two of you had some privacy, Alejandro was stepping closer to you, looking you over with concern. "Are you okay?" He asks.

You nod. "Yeah, yeah." Offering him a small smile, you shrug a single shoulder. "He asked me if I was interested in going out with him. Mentioned something about knowing where to find him if I was ever interested in going out with a "real man"." You answered him, exaggerating Graves' words by giving air quotations with your fingers.

"Pinche cabrón." Alejandro could feel his jaw tense while he grit his teeth. Looking off to the side with a murderous glare. The fucking nerve he had to say such a thing to you!

Oh, if he ever had a chance to get his hands on that gringo...

Once his anger subsides, jealously takes its place. He knows he has nothing to worry about with your relationship. It's stable and healthy enough to the point he doesn't feel worried in the slightest that you'd cheat on him. However, knowing that Graves is so interested in you to the point he'd made a move, that had him feeling so conflicted.

Part of him knew it would be better than to let it go altogether and not worry about it for a moment longer. But, despite his intelligence and trust, Alejandro was still a man. He felt things that he probably shouldn't at times, and mostly knew how to deal with it.

This time... wasn't going to be one of those. He could feel it in his bones. Knew himself better than to just expect himself to forgive and forget Graves. He figured if he couldn't settle things physically like his instincts wanted to, he'd do the next best thing.

Staking his claim on you.

Sure, he knew he couldn't outright stake his claim on you and declare you as his own -- both out of respect of you as a person with your own feelings and independence, but also due to the trouble the two of you could get it in. That wasn't going to stop him from trying another way.

Glancing around to make sure the two of you were alone, he reached out and wrapped an arm around your waist. Leading you off to a corner of the hallway you two were in.

"Alejandro, what are you--"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before he was caging you in with his larger body. Leaning down so he could capture your lips with his own in a searing kiss that lasted only moments before he was pulling away. Already beginning a steady decline down to your throat with his lips, giving fleeting pecks and nips of his teeth wherever he could reach.

When he found a particular spot he enjoyed, he'd pause and seal his lips around the skin there. Sucking and biting at it over and over until he was satisfied with the marking that'd bloomed as a result.

Regardless of the sounds you made or how hard you clung and pulled on him, Alejandro didn't stop until he felt you had enough marks on you. Dark hickeys littering your throat all the way from your clavicle to just below your jawline.

"Apologies, mi amor." Alejandro smirked. "Let's just say I needed to make sure that bastard knew you were spoken for."

König―

The moment König saw Phillip Graves walk up to you, he was thankful for the fact that he preferred to obscure his face with his facial covering. He could feel his expression twisting with confusion and anger as he watched the other man clearly approach you with romantic intent. König might have spent most of his social life crippled thanks to his social anxiety, but even he could tell the intent behind men's interactions. Or, at least men similar to Graves anyway.

Fingers tightening at his side for a brief moment, he'd stand at his full height, appearing as menacing as ever as he tried to focus on the clipboard in front of him. Though, he found it nearly impossible thanks to the current interaction between you and Graves.

König wasn't a foolish man. He knew better than to let him emotions get the better of him and have his personal insecurities convince him of anything but the truth. You were kind, faithful, and honest with him in your relationship together. He knew you wouldn't throw yourself at Graves' feet simply because he paid you special attention.

Even so, it seemed despite all of his reasoning and rationality, he found a spark of jealously blooming within him. Burning right at the center of his chest so much he felt it difficult to breathe. Still, regardless of how he felt at the moment, he didn't storm over. The Colonel knew better than to make such a scene over something so juvenile as you being flirted with. Also, it'd probably lead to the two of you having to suffer the consequences of many other things given that - despite you not being apart of his own sector - he still technically was your superior.

König tried to focus his attention back on his paper but found it hard to do so when he caught the American eyeing you like his next meal. Discharge and other consequences be damned. The large Austrian man wanted nothing more than to show the smaller man a piece of his mind. Still, he refrained from giving in and storming over. Instead, he somehow managed to hold himself together until the American left. Seemingly with his tail between his legs from the looks of things.

Not even bothering to finish the forms on his clipboard, König tucked it beneath his arm before walking over towards you.

"Can I have a word with you in my office, please?"

After the two of you were behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, König wasted no time in striding over to you. Surprisingly quickly for someone of his stature but you didn't flinch or back away. Instead, you merely smiled up at him far too sweetly than someone like him ever deserved, he thought.

"Did I do something wrong, Colonel?" You questioned in a soft voice.

"Of course not, maus. And please, use my name for now. Not my title..." Since the two of you began a serious relationship, he couldn't stand when you had to refer to him as anything other than his name. Preferring the way it rolled off your tongue far more than whatever else you could address him as.

Staring down at your smaller form, König suddenly found himself at a loss for words. Many conflicting emotions began to overwhelm him as he debated on what to do now.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concern showing within his bright eyes. "What did he... say to you?" König questioned, a little unsure of how to deal with the predicament.

"Oh," You scoffed and waved you hand in a nonchalant gesture. "He asked if I'd like to go out with him but I declined his offer." You explained.

"Ah, I see." He nodded his head in acknowledgement but truthfully, he wasn't focusing much on your words. Instead, all he could think about was how jealous he felt that the he dared to even approach you in the first place. Sure, the two of you couldn't exactly be very open in the public about your relationship together, but that didn't mean he was just going roll over either.

In fact, he couldn't help but feel a little shameful as his mind went over numerous ideas and scenarios of how things could play out. Imagining many, many ways of which he could show that fool you were already spoken for.

It wasn't often he felt as worked up as he did emotionally, but now that he was, he wanted to do something about it.

"Maybe I need to refresh your memory..." König commented, his demeanor shifting to a stricter one as he straightened his posture, standing at his full height in front of you. Hell, he even decided to lean forward a bit just to loom over your tiny form even further than usual. Taking great pleasure in noticing the way you'd shrink in on yourself a bit from his intimidating leering.

"You're mine and mine alone. Do you understand, liebling?" Reaching out, he gripped your chin between his thumb and fingers so he could tilt your head up, coaxing you to look at him in the process.

Glancing off to the side, König would release your chin and then turn to walk away from you. Heading over to his desk so he could clear the top of it of. After the majority of it was clear, he'd gesture towards it with a nudge of his head. "Over the desk, now."

As tempting as it was to talk back to him, you remained silent and instead nodded in agreement before walking over towards his desk. Bending over the top of it with your chest and stomach pressing down against the top of it. Folding your arms beneath your head, you turned to look over at him. Daring to wiggle your backside at him just to be a tease. Silently, König moved to stand behind you so he could tug down your pants and underwear. Now gazing down at your form with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

Without warning, he lashed out and swatted your right ass cheek. Repeating the action again on the same cheek before delivering a swift and stinging strike to the other shortly after. Internally delighting in the way your skin flushed beneath his hand after each smack. The soft gasps and hisses you released were music to his ears...

"Next time he tries to make a move on you, you won't be able to think of anything else but me and how sore I'm going to make your ass soon enough."

#alejandro vargas #könig x reader #konig x reader #call of duty x reader #cod imagines #imagines #requests #anonymous #opened mail #my writing

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theblueseassoul · 3 months

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“My heart.”

Request: ✓ “Possesive Eetu” from anonymous

Eetu x Na’vi reader

No warnings.

Avatar: frontiers of Pandora fan fiction

No use of y/n. Gender neutral reader. Read in the second person.

Translations:

Ma’yawntu - my beloved / my loved one

Honatsyìp - “hona” adorable/cute/endearing “Tsyìp” little, usually

taronyutsìp - little hunter

Ma’ Txe’lan - my heart

Ma’ - My / Mine

You had been busying yourself around the home tree today. You flitted na’vi to na’vi, doing whatever they had asked you to do. You helped the weavers make new clothes, helped Relun with ingredients for his special meals of which he gifted to you, after your hard work. Nefika praised you, grinning at you like a proud mother as she stroked your arm while you stood with her. “You are truly a gift, Ma’Yawntu.” Her and her sweet pet names. You’d roll your eyes at it if you hadn’t picked it up from being around her so often, because you had noticed you started calling many people yawntu, Honatsyìp, and the like. You smiled bashfully at her, casting your gaze to the ground for a moment.

“Thank you, Nefika.” You managed to say. The woman smiled brightly and squeezed your shoulder affectionately “my little Sarentu is growing up so quickly! Go, don’t let me hold you back. You’re very popular.” You furrowed your brows in confusion to her comment, and she tilted her head towards the few scattered na’vi waiting for your assistance, and among them you spotted the hunter Eetu. He was smiling at you, a sort of sweet and yet cocky grin that had you returning the smile, offering a small wave before dismissing yourself from Nefika’s side. You greeted the na’vi who called your name sweetly and asked for a favor, however your focus was on Eetu. He knew too, as he watched you stride past the other na’vi, trying not to be whisked away by another mountain of requests.

Upon finally reaching him, you gestured a greeting, as he did the same. “I see you, Eetu.” You said, broad smile resting over your lips, your eyes crinkling slightly. He returned the gesture, bowing his head slightly “I see you.” He only looked away for a moment before his eyes met yours again. Eetu’s eyes were brilliant, a soft golden that was stunning in the current lighting, always glistening with some sort of mischief. You dropped your hand down to your side and asked “I haven’t seen you all day, what have you been up to?” He hummed softly in reply at first and leaned in, giving his signature smirk.

“Were you looking for me?” Eetu asked, and you rolled your eyes, somehow expecting his response. You shook your head slightly and turned your gaze away, looking off into the distance towards the bustling entrance of the home tree. He moved into your view once more, tilting his head, his braided hair falling slightly, as if saying ‘look at me.’ You chuckled and crossed your arms “you can’t answer a question with a question, Eetu.” You simply told him, raising your brow at him. He laughed, straightening up and dusting off the imaginary dirt off of his hands.

“Okay, okay.” He started, crossing his arms. “I haven’t been doing much. I try to stay out of your way when you’re, you know…” he motioned to you, and then out to no where specific. He meant bouncing back and forth between tasks like a butterfly. Unable to make up your mind and unable to stand still. You let out an airy laugh and nodded “well.. I’m not doing ‘you know’ing” you put up air quotations, making fun of him playfully “anymore, would you like to go out hunting with me later?” You asked. Usually, when you and he needed to get away he would take you hunting. However today he shook his head, his smile faltering just slightly, looking almost apologetic “I can’t. I’m sorry taronyutsìp.” He rested his hand against your upper arm.

You shook your head, gently placing your hand over his. “Don’t be.” You offered a sweet grin and pat his hand “later, then.” He nodded, you reached out and squeezed his shoulder before turning away, going to busy yourself once more.

You’d lost track of time, and now you find yourself helping one of the hunters with their bow. He sat next to you on the rock you perched yourself on, his legs dangling beneath him as he watched you string the bow. “You have to take care of your bow.” You scolded light heartedly, glancing over at him. He laughed, shrugging “It was an old string. It was bound to happen. I’m glad you’re here to help me.” He said, gently nudging your shoulder in thanks. You hummed in response, an amused, sweet noise.

Eetu had been looking for you, and now he stood off to the distance, close enough to hear the conversation. His ears flicked with irritation, his fingers fidgeting with the string of his own bow strapped across his chest. He wanted to take you up on your offer once more now that he was free, but he had stopped himself upon seeing you and the other na’vi sharing teasing words and playful laughter. You had pulled back his bow to figure out why he said it felt wrong, and the string snapped sharply as you pulled it back almost immediately.

Upon finishing, you slid down the rock and landed carefully, waiting for him to join you. The hunter jumped down, and you offered him his bow, however he reached past it and now hovered his hand over the irritated mark the string left against your skin, the blue skin there turning a bright purple ish blue. He frowned “I didn’t even notice.” Eetu did. He noticed the way you flinched when the string snapped against your arm and how you sucked in air to avoid yelping from surprise. But of course, this na’vi knew nothing. You brushed his hand away however he reached for you again, and that’s when Eetu took it upon himself to march himself over.

“I’m fine.” You dismissed it, and the hunter sighed almost frustratedly “let me help you, I-“ his gaze flicked next to you. You furrowed your brows and looked to your right and found Eetu, a smile that seemed sweet plastered over his lips but you could sense some kind of maliciousness in it. “Ta’pan.” Eetu greeted the hunter, and turned to you. His eyes filled with worry and he pulled your arm towards him, “that looks like it’ll bruise, taronyutsìp.” You paused at his sudden forwardness, pulling you closer and running his fingers over your arm gingerly. You gently pushed him away and turned to Ta’pan giving him his bow and instructing him to be more careful with his weapons age.

Ta’pan greeted Eetu, and you felt the hunter to your right wrap his arm around your waist “I expect you can hunt by yourself? I taught you better.” He almost scolded the hunter. Ta’pan hesitated, “I’d like to help with..” Eetu slightly waved his hand and then turned back to your still outstretched forearm, examining the irritated skin once more. “You need to be more careful.” He clicked his tongue at you and ran his thumb against your un-injured skin, gentle and firm at the same time. You felt more than confused as he examined you, he had never been worried like this before. You glanced at Ta’pan and said “I can join you later-“

“Ah.” Eetu cut you off and looked up to you “you have plans with me later. We need to go out hunting together. And, it’ll be a little delayed until we get this all better.” He was teasing you. You swore he was. You sighed softly and turned to the hunter to your left and smiled apologetically, and before you spoke Eetu pulled you in the opposite direction, your arm looped in his and his tail wrapped firmly around your waist, guiding you. You leaned into him, “m’yawntu, what-“ he glanced at you and hummed softly. “Is it so wrong I want to spend time with you?” Then he cocked a brow up “yawntu?” You rolled your eyes and put your hand in his face, making him laugh “okay, I won’t.” “Good.” You couldn’t help but grin, looking away to hide it.

As he said, he’d helped you carefully apply ointment to lessen the sting and calm the swelling for the future, and he stayed there for a while, his thumb running over your forearm, massaging it. “Eetu.” You called to him. His tail had moved from your waist to around your ankle. He hummed in response, glancing up into your eyes, brows furrowed. “It’s fine now.” You chuckled, pulling your arm out of his grasp and using your thumbs to smoothen out the skin between his brows and then ran them over his forehead “you’ll get wrinkles.” He closed his eyes as you massaged his face, his shoulders visibly dropping.

“You should’ve come to find me.” He muttered, his hand going to settle around your wrist, holding your hand to his cheek. You hummed “you told me you were busy.” “Still.” He insisted, “it’s better than him being all over you like that.” You made an incredulous expression and he opened his eyes, letting out an amused sigh. “Are you jealous? Ouuuh…” you joked, however he nodded, tightening his grip around your wrist. “If I am?” He asked softly. You looked confused, “what is there to be jealous about? Why would you be jealous anyways-“

“I call you ma’ txe’lan for a reason.” He said suddenly, pulling your hand from his face, his expression more serious than you’d ever seen it before. “Ma.’” He repeated ‘my’ and leaned forward, his ears flicking slightly “come to me even when I tell you I’m busy. It’s better than a guy sabatoging his own bow string to get you to fix it and you end up getting hurt.” He said, his insistent tone rising every word. Your heart fluttered against your chest, your stomach did flips, you had no words. He was never this forward. Sarcastic flirting, maybe, playful affection, the occasional forehead peck if you weren’t feeling well. This was something entirely different. It was strange. But you wouldn’t admit that you liked him being so forward, at least out loud.

You sighed softly, relenting “alright. I’ll come to bug you even if you’re beyond busy. Drowning in work. You won’t get rid of me. How’s that?” You teased, and his serious expression eased up, melting into a soft familiar smile “hmm. Perfect.” He agreed, leaning forward and loosely wrapping his arms around your waist, his forehead against your shoulder. “What a baby.” You hummed, rubbing his back with your nails carefully. He almost purred at the sensation, shifting closer, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Let’s stay like this a while. For health reasons.” He made an excuse. You smiled and rolled your eyes, shaking your head but pressing it against his “health reasons, of course.”

#avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #x reader #eetu frontiers of pandora #eetu x reader #x reader avatar

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blue-rose-soul · 3 months

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"Great Alastor Altruist* died for his friends!"

This scene has been spinning in my brain since Thursday. Like a lot of other people, my first thought was that this was an indication that Alastor had grown to care for Charlie and her friends at the hotel. And it's not because of the words he says. Even if you're watching without subtitles and don't see the quotations around that phrase, it's pretty obvious that he's laughing at the very thought.

"Me? Alastor? Dying for them?"

"Ridiculous."

"Absurd!"

"Utterly laughable!"

No, what makes me think that there might be a kernel of truth there isn't the words by themselves. It's the look on his face as he says them.

This is the part where Alastor's angry snarl breaks and he begins to look genuinely afraid. He clutches his chest. He digs his fingers into his scalp, drags his hand down the side of his face. And that's a perfectly reasonable reaction to nearly dying! It's very human! But I think it's very telling that this expression doesn't settle on his face until he's talking about dying for someone else. Before this he looked more angry than anything, and he lapses back into anger up until he begins talking about trying to find a way out of his deal.

Now, don't get me wrong, I understand why anyone would think otherwise. The thing about Alastor is that, despite how blatant it is, his mask works. Like I stated earlier, I find myself searching every word, expression, and gesture from Alastor for double meaning. Ostensibly, there's no one here for Alastor to lie to**. No one he has to put up an act for. But his smile, which he's already fully admitted is faker than fake, remains firmly in place. I wonder if putting up an act is so second nature to him at this point he can't help but do it even when he's alone. Maybe he tries to fool himself as much as other people.

I believe that he has come to care, but I can't fully believe it. I won't be surprised to be wrong. But there are some scenes that just don't make sense to me if he really doesn't care at all.

His chat with Niffty the night before the extermination, for example. Niffty isn't really someone he needs to trick. He has power over her, whether it's because he owns her soul or because of her blind devotion to him. It's telling that while everyone else is hanging out together, sharing drinks at the bar, Alastor keeps his distance and positions himself above them. At this point, Alastor seems to care about them the way we, the audience, care about them; as entertainment. He's enjoying watching their story unfold up close, but that's all there is to it. He admits to Niffty that one could get accustomed to being with them. Not him though! He's above all that.

Then the battle happens. At first, Alastor's role in the battle didn't require him to assume too much risk. He was on crowd control, limiting the number of exorcists the rest of the hazbins have to deal with at once. And he slayed a not insubstantial number of angels in the process***. But then Adam broke through Alastor's shield and singled him out. It would have been reasonable for Alastor to put some distance between himself and the Lead Exorcist. Charlie did say it was his job to deal with Adam, but as I've already discussed, Alastor really had no hope of winning that fight alone. Maybe if he'd escaped right then and there, or fought Adam alongside Charlie things would have turned out differently. Granted, I don't think his pride would have allowed him to take either of those options.

Regardless, the end result is that Alastor did come very close to dying for a cause that wasn't his. Considering what Adam did to the hotel, Alastor's pretty damn lucky he's not in two pieces here.

Now, I don't think this means Alastor is immediately going to turn around and integrate int o the hazbin family. Immediately after this line where he mocks the idea of dying for Charlie's cause, he gets angry again, leans further into the Radio Demon persona and starts contemplating ways to escape his contract. I think, that like someone recoiling after accidentally touching a hot stove, Alastor's going to pull further away from them. One thing I am certain about is how Alastor feels about his leash; he hates it. He wants to be rid of it. He doesn't know how to do that yet, but he's working out a plan and having Charlie in his corner is part of that plan. Giving a genuine shit about her or the other hazbins is not part of that plan. It's another leash, not as literal as the one connecting him to his patron but just as binding.

Alastor realizing he might actually care about these people may just make him more dangerous to them than if he just didn't care at all.

(*The word 'altruist' here being used as a title, not a name. Like something you'd see in a newspaper headline, or on a headstone.)

(**There do seem to be some odd eye motifs in the environment, but at no point does Alastor give any indication he is aware of them or acknowledge their presence in anyway. And I highly doubt he would have said certain things if he believed his patron was actively watching him.)

(***Taking this opportunity to go off topic a bit to call the Vees out on their hypocrisy. For all their bluster about 'taking the fight to Heaven' and how 'pussy' the older Overlords supposedly are, I didn't see any of them on the battlefield. Alastor was. He fought as long and hard as he could. There was nothing cowardly about him living to fight another day.)

#theory #random thoughts #Hazbin Hotel #Alastor #or y'know maybe I'm way off base and he really doesn't care about them even a little #I won't pretend like I've got an impartial perspective #Alastor's my favorite character and a big part of me WANTS him to care #I know he's in no way shape or form a good guy #However I do think that the possibility is there #and don't go telling people that they're idiots for interpreting media differently than you do. that's rude. stop it

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 5 months

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Times Jack&co were in Y/n's videos

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jack hughes x commentary youtuber!reader universe

note: the videos Y/n films is completely inspired/stolen from Brittany Broski, from 'brooke and conner make a podcast', as well as moments from the sturiolo triplets :) go check them all out if you haven't yet, they're all very funny

Since Y/n had just moved in with her boyfriend and his brother, none of her furniture was with her, and therefore she couldn’t film in her new office, unless she wanted to sit on the floor. So she made sure it was alright with both brothers if she could film in the living room. The two hockey players of course said yes, not having a reason not to.

“‘Why don’t you believe Italy is real?’”

Luke had just walked in to get water from the kitchen, not thinking anything of it as he listened in on his brother’s girlfriend’s video.

“Okay, ‘Italy’” Y/n says, making a quotation motion with her fingers, “There’s no way a country is actually shaped that way. That is the dumbest shape I have ever seen. Italy is filled with a bunch of goofy little guys too, number one being the Pope.” She says, both Y/n and Luke bursting into laughter.

“What the fuck?” Luke laughs out looking towards Y/n.

“Sorry about him. Anyway… I wish Italy was real.”

“Listen to me. The best post nut clarity-” Y/n gets cut off by her boyfriend laughing, while entering the front door with Luke, both back from practice. Y/n getting a “WHAT?” from Luke.

“Ignore them- the best post nut clarity is quitting a job you hate, you just think ‘what the fuck was I doing?’ trust me, quit your job. Next question.”

“My supreme court- it’s gonna be like a March Madness type of thing and, hey, maybe I don’t know what that means by the way.”

“You don’t know what that means.” Luke says, from his spot leaning against the kitchen counter, not looking up from his phone.

“Don’t listen to him. We’re gonna do a March Madness thing-”

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During Y/n’s first visit to the Lake House, Trevor asked if they could do the deaf, mute, and blind baking challenge. And of course Y/n said yes, together they got Jack to agree, as long as Trevor was the mute one.

“I need a towel.” Jack says, his hand covered in egg yolk, and being blind he couldn’t exactly grab it himself.

“Whisk it, love.”

“A towel.”

“Whisk it.”

“Baby, a towel.” The hockey player said, over pronouncing his words, hoping his girlfriend could read his lips. Trevor was just listening, while grabbing the whisk himself and whisking the batter.

“Whisk.”

“Babe. A. Towel.”

Y/n gives a confused look towards, what she calls their peanut gallery, looking towards Quinn for help. He points towards the towel for her.

“Ohhhh. Baby just say that.”

While Y/n was helping a blind Jack wash his hands, Trevor decided it would be best for him to pour the batter into the cupcake trays. All the while getting the batter seemingly everywhere. After drying Jack’s hands, Y/n turns around to see Trevor trying to clean up his mess.

“What the fuck?”

“What?” a clueless Jack asks, “What he do.”

“He got batter everywhere, it’s crazy because you’re not blind. So in theory you should be able to do that.” Y/n says, causing Trevor to nod along.

–

Also while on the Lake House trip, Trevor asked to film a podcast episode with her, which included all the guys. Y/n had to have some structure for the episode or it would just not be usable, the guys would talk over each other.

“Would you rather never cut your hair again, or never cut your toenails again. Never cut your hair obviously.” Y/n said, reading the questions off her phone.

“Yeah, hair.”

“Hair.”

“Never trim toenails again.” Trevor said into his mic.

“Trevor. What?”

“I would file my toenails.”

Y/n rolls her eyes, before saying, “I- yeah.”

“Smash or Pass Smurfette?”

“Pass obviously? She’s a 2 inch Smurf”

“Nah, Smurfette lowkey-”

The group turns to look at Luke, mouths dropped, as Y/n says, “We simply have to move on from that.”

“Ketchup or mustard? Ketchup. But you really hate ketchup.”

“Yeah.”

“He hates it so much, if it’s even close to his meal, he won’t eat it.” Luke cuts in.

“Okay, so how close to your meal could ketchup be where you would still eat it?”

“...Baby tomatoes.” Jack says, before all the boys burst into laughter, Y/n still laughing while saying. “Jack baby, we’re talking distance, sweetheart.”

“Can I ask you something?” Cole asks Y/n, looking from over Trevor.

“Yeah.”

“Who are your top celeb crushes?”

“Just three?” Cole nods, while Y/n needs to think, “Have to be Harry Styles. Duh. Then… Florence Pugh, I love her, and Andrew Garfield.”

“Now fuck, marry, kill those three.”

“No.” Y/n says immediately, causing the guys to laugh, “No… Okay, Marry- No! Kill… I can’t. We have to move on or the rest of the hour will be me sitting here thinking about it.”

“So what do you know about hockey?”

“Trev, to be honest, I can’t say I know much. I know that…”

“So that answers that.” Quinn says, after Y/n pauses for a few moments.

“No, I know somethings, I know that there are only five guys allowed on the ice, plus the goalie. But you know that.”

The guys are quiet for a moment assuming Y/n will name a few more rules she knows, but Luke speaks up when she’s still silent, “You don’t know much, huh.”

“Okay, what do you know about Digimon? We all have our areas.”

“How much money have you spent on Digimon cards?” Quinn asks, from the end of the couch, Jack between them.

“I spent $6,000 on one blister pack.”

“Are you serious?”

“That’s insane.”

“God.. So you’re like a full blown nerd.”

“Thanks Trevor.”

~taglist~

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#jack hughes #jack hughes x youtuber!reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x you #new jersey devils #luke hughes #nj devils #youtuber!reader #youtuber #youtube

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qsycomplainsalot · 7 months

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AI isn't Art it's just Illegal Predatory Randomized CGI

Reposting this because OP blocked me, can't begin to guess why.

Photography, collage, readymade and various of the more abstract styles of painting and drawing are all art, and AI isn't. Why is that ? Simply, there are skills required to make technically interesting artpieces using these media, let alone meaningful ones. A skilled photographer might not be skilled with a pen, but their knowledge of composition and observation will always be transferrable to a new medium, in a way that they'll never start their art journey from scratch again. Because they're already an artist, because they've already done art and are skilled at it. Speaking for myself it took me a decade to get to a level where I was able to get paid for my work drawing traditionally, and once there it took me less than a year to reach a somewhat similar level switching over to digital. The skills are more comparable than with say collage or sculpture but the core principle still stands: I had gone and learned traditional art in art school, and while there I learned a slew of skills that were not at all limited to one tool, and when it came to switching I did not have to learn these skills again. Because by that point I was already a trained artist. I could just switch to sculpting with clay tomorrow and the biggest challenge would be to find a new market more than any skill issue.

Meanwhile fucking about with a computer to generate new pictures randomly has NO transferrable skills whatsoever. So much of the work has been taken out of your hands by a pattern seeking piece of software that it is impossible to learn anything from the experience. It's just plain to see when before you click the doodad to generate a new picture, you have NO IDEA what it will look like, none whatsoever unless you've been iterating on it before. You're not having an idea, formulating it in your mind and applying your skills to getting it out into the world, you just sort of have an idea and then a machine does the actual art work for you.

The only way you could possibly get better as an artist from doing this is if somehow you were deluded enough to think the process of scalping every artists' work in history was ethical, while also being observant and caring about art history enough that you'd learn critical skills from looking at the result of your quotation mark work end quote. Which is something you can do by going on a museum, or the internet. And if being an art historian isn't good enough for you, I invite you to actually join the elite exclusive vip club you're funding the death and automatisation of, by simply picking up a pen and piece of paper and starting to draw. It's that fucking simple.

PS: People trying to compare writing prompts with poetry: poetry does not include a stage in its process where all your artistic intent is surrendered to a machine to churn out a mash up of unethically sourced content. Nobody is going to buy a small book of computer generated picture prompts to keep on their night stand. You guys are delusional.

#rant

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pedrithink · 1 year

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i love you so ✩ kylian mbappé

summary: you and kylian always work it out, no matter how big or what the argument is about.

"And you always do that. You always find narratives to put the blame on me." Kylian exasperates and tries his best not to scream when he sees that you don't seem willing to listen to him.

"I don't want to put you down, you put yourself down as one." Your indignant voice shines through in the conversation. "Every time it is that. Every time I have to put up with these women all over you and pretend I don't care."

You let out a sigh. "I'm tired, Kylian. I don't know if I can take it anymore."

"So, that's it?" Kylian says it as a desperate cry. "The end of the two of us because of a silly thing?"

"Silly?" His tone of voice goes higher and higher. "Silly, Kylian? Is it silly when they hit on you and I have to accept it because it's part of your job?" You make the quotation mark motion when you quote the word 'job' and Kylian's gaze drops to the floor. "I'm just asking you for an attitude, that you say something. I can't stand you keeping quiet anymore and pretending they don't exist because that clearly doesn't change their attitude towards you."

"You don't understand." Kylian's voice sounds tired and low, he doesn't know what to say at this point because he knows that any slightest thing could result in something that will hurt both of you.

"I understand." His head moves up and down quickly. "I know you have your job, but acting this way is not part of it. You hurt me, Kylian. It hurts."

Your brittle tone of voice makes Kylian's heart ache and he feels like the worst person in the world right now. He has vowed never to break your heart.

He can only let out a frustrated sigh and rest his head in his own hands. The weight of his own mistake weighs heavy on his shoulders, and he just wants to hug you.

He doesn't know what to say to you, but he doesn't want to lose you. He doesn't want to go to bed knowing that he will wake up and not have you in his day. That would ruin everything and all the dreams of the future he has always wanted.

Kylian sits down on the couch in a bare manner and lets his head rest on the back of the couch. A sigh of frustration again comes from his lips. You stand for a while until you decide to go upstairs to your room.

You need a moment alone to think, and so does Kylian.

In the meantime, everything is going through Kylian's head. He knows that he can't lose you because he couldn't bear it, he can't even bear to think about the possibility. It would hurt more than anything to know that his future won't have you.

Kylian made a mistake and he is so sorry for making you feel this way, nothing hurts more than that. In regret there is no rest or peace, and so it is the greatest or most bitter of all misfortunes. He knows because he is feeling that.

Noticing the lack of your presence in the room, Kylian goes toward the bedroom, knowing that he will find you awake. You don't sleep until you make up, it's practically a law in the relationship.

With a light tap on the door, Kylian enters the room and finds you lying on the bed with red eyes. He hates to see you like this and hates it even more to know that he is the cause of it.

"Hey..." The murmur breaks free from his lips as he sits on the edge of the bed, "Can we talk?"

You only let a light confirmation release from your lips and fear takes over your chest. Fearful about Kylian's words and where this conversation will lead.

"I guess, first of all, I have to apologize to you." A wry laugh breaks loose from his lips as he lifts his gaze to look into her eyes. "My attitudes have been shitty and I know I've done something that hurt you a lot, but I want you to know that my love for you has always been visible, very true." Kylian's hand reaches for yours and you let his hand take hold of it. "When two people really love each other, they will always find a way to make it work. No matter how hard it is. Don't say it's over if there is still hope left and if reconciliation is within reach. We can be whatever we want to be, we just have to try. I apologize for my confusion, I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry, love, for everything I've caused you."

You make an effort and sit up, pulling Kylian by his hand so that you sit on his side of the bed. "I never meant for you to be perfect, Kylian. I know you don't do it on purpose, it's just that I need you to recognize that these attitudes are not healthy. This is not normal and we need to deal with this reality because this can destroy not only our relationship, but it can destroy both of us. It can destroy the person that we are."

Kylian shakes his head positively and makes it visible that he is listening to what you are saying.

"A relationship is not just about putting a ring on your finger and going around saying you have a boyfriend or girlfriend. It's commitment, it's demonstration, and it's respect. Maybe many people don't realize it, but relationships are not a one-way street. It takes dedication from both for the relationship to thrive. When only one side struggles, the tendency is for things to go off the rails." Kylian's eyes fill with tears and you run a finger over his cheek. "I know your intention was never to hurt me, but in any kind of relationship, it's important to set boundaries and that doesn't mean building walls. The point is to define what is comfortable for you and respect the other person's space.”

“I don't want it to end, I really don't."

You hold Kylian's hands. "And neither do I. Our relationship is amazing and I am very happy with you."

The smile growing on Kylian's face makes your chest warm, so you pull him into a warm embrace.

"I love you, my love. I love you so much that my chest hurts just imagining a future that you are not in it." Kylian's hand wanders around your back and he whispers this in your ear as you are locked in this hug that feels so good. "It was only when I met you, my love, that I could understand the true meaning of love. It is you who now occupies my mind and fills my heart with happiness. So I can endlessly repeat "I love you".

You let Kylian kiss your lips and rest your forehead against his. There is no universe or reality in which Kylian is not the love of your life, your future husband and the future father of your children. You can't see a future that he isn't there, beside you.

Kylian strokes your face with his thumb and whispers as he looks into your eyes. "I hope life is enough to show you how much I love you."

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gojo-enthusiast · 6 months

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Toji Fushiguro ~ “Fist Your Cock.”

18+, MDI, time of the month, masterbation, p in v, period sex, Toji is perfect, fuck everyone else who thinks otherwise.

Word count: who fucking knows I was just writing in my car during my lunch break.

There was only three things Toji hated more than anything in his life, 1. Was when you were being bratty, 2. You on your period, and 3. You being bratty while on your period. He hated to see you in that aching pain, and he also hated how he couldn’t fuck your brains out. You both had tried having sex once before while you were on your time of the month, the blood part didn’t freak him out, it was you who found it uncomfortable, and gross.

But here you were, the 5 days out of the month, on your menstrual cycle once again. Dreading telling your boyfriend when he gets home, because of course the first thing he does when he gets home from his boring office job, is he gropes you, fondling you.

You hear him kick off his shoes, shutting the front door to your shared apartment. “‘M home.” He says in a yawn, perking up like a dog when he sees you. You were in one of his big shirts, big to you at least, and some boxer briefs because they were so much more comfortable especially when you’re on your time of the month. He knew, the moment he saw those damn briefs, what time of the month it was. “Ugh fuck.” He groans, “are you serious? Again?” He grumbles to himself, “Toji! What do you mean again? I am on it every month, quit acting like this is some surprise.” You say with an annoyed tone.

“Hey! Don’t get sassy with me.” He says sternly, “well your the one making sounds of disgust!” You pout, “I just hate your woman stuff, ‘m pent up.” He says, running his hands through his dark jet black hair. “Oh and you think I want to be on it?” You say crossing your arms, clearly frustrated. You usually didn’t let his little remarks get under your skin, but you were already in an irritable mood, and hormonal. But your not going to tell him that, because he would only use it as an excuse on why you’re “overreacting”

“Look all I’m saying is, ‘m wanted to come home, and get a good fuck in. What can I say.” He chuckles throwing his hands up in defeat. You’re mad, beyond mad. You shouldn’t be, but everything has pissed you off today. So now you’re going to take it out on the man who hates a sassy attitude. “Aw well doesn’t it suck to be you then? Hmm? How about you go fist your cock since your so “pent up” you say, throwing up the quotation motion with your hands, storming off into your bedroom.

“Oh so it’s like that, hmm?” He smirks. He says spinning you around, “huh?” You say confused, almost feeling whiplash. “Fist my own cock huh? Aight.” He grins, dragging you into the shared bedroom, standing in front of the full length mirror he had mounted on the wall. The mirror you would make him stand in front of with you, as you took mirror pictures with him, always making him hold your waist, or have his head laying on your shoulder. The same mirror, that you both maybe once or even twice fucked in front of, because he wanted you to see your fucked out face.

He turns you to look at yourself in the mirror, and instantly pulls your shirt over your head. “Toji!” You squeal, covering your breast. “Put your arms down now, you want me to fist my own cock, well ‘m need some motivation.” He smirks, pulling your arms away from your chest, then unzipping his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. You’re watching him through the mirror, the lump in your throat just sitting there. You felt like you almost couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t figure out the wetness that felt like was leaking out was your period, or arousal, or maybe even both. But you felt your nipples start to harden, and you think that maybe this isn’t the worst idea.

“Watch how I stroke it baby, because when your done with your lady stuff, ‘m gonna fuck that bratty little mouth of yours, then fuck that sassy pussy afterwards. Ungh- you hear me?” He says in a grunt, stroking his cock slowly. All of a sudden, you see his hand that he had been stroking his cock with, come up to you, he mutters- “spit.” And you do, because the last thing you wanted was for him to pull down those briefs and fuck you into oblivion. “Yes sir.” You say, spitting into his head. He smirks, he knows how nasty you are, how your mind is just as disgusting as is. Even though, you had this good girl persona, you were freakier than what you showed on the outside.

“Ha- you want me to fuck you dontcha?” He scoffs, a grin plastered on his face. He’s stroking his cock faster, pre-cum droplets peeking out of the slit of his tip. “Fuck, I wish I was feeling your pussy rig-right now.” He mutters under his breath, his cock twitching in his hand. You are watching every single move, seeing the way he pumps it from the base, and squeezing around the very tip, causing more of the pre-cum to leak out. You move your hand up to one of your nipples, standing there in front of the mirror, and starting pinching it. He looks up at you through the mirror, then groans, that’s all it took for him to full out shoot his seed onto his hand and the mirror, your watching his cock twitch in his hand, he’s moaning loudly, “fuck, shit, god damn.” Spilling from his mouth.

“How much are you bleeding?” He says, looking over at you. “What? What do you mean?” You ask, stepping back. “I can’t hold it.” He says, picking you up, taking you into the shower, taking off your briefs. “You got a tampon in?” He ask, your dumbfounded. “Yes or no?” He ask again, “y-yeah.” You say, putting your hands over your womanhood. He spreads your legs, pulling the string dangling, throwing it in the trash quickly, placing you in the shower. In a swift movement, he has your leg lifted, and he’s fucking you into the wall.

“T-tooojiii.” You moan, at this point you didn’t care if you were bleeding or not, feeling his cock stretch your walls, you forgot all about the ache in your stomach. He starts swirling his tongue around your nipple, they were so sensitive. You look down at him, water droplets falling from the ends of his hair, he leans his head up, still fucking you fast, and deep. Trying to have some sort of control, so he doesn’t hurt you. He knew how sensitive you were down there when you were haven’t your time of the month. He brings his hand down, rubbing your clit. “Toji don’t, I’m bleeding.” You moan, “hush, your pussy is talking to me.” He groans in your ear, “listen to her. She said for me to keep going.” He smirks, you’rere so close to your release, “Toji, I’m cumming.” You say in a moan, “cum princess, cum all over my cock.” He groans, feeling you milking him dry.

And after 3, 4 thrust, he’s shooting his seed deep into you. Finally pulling out, a mixture of blood and both of your cum. You loved how it didn’t bother him one bit, he was disgusting, he was vulgar, but he was just for you, he loved you in every form, he’d fuck you even if you were dead, something he said. A lot of people found it as a red flag, but you loved that about him, it showed you that he had eyes for no one but you, and you were okay with that. “Period sex ain’t bad huh? Took that brattiness out of that tiny little body of yours.” He smirks, kissing your forehead, starting to rinse and wash you off.

“Mmm I guess not. But this isn’t going to be a regular thing.” You side eye, “Hmm we will see ab’ that one.” He chuckles.

Let’s just say, those 5 days you two took a lot of showers.

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 27 days

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The Art of Etiquette Part 8 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Finishing up your shopping trip goes off without a hitch but Jungkook reminds you of what's going on between you two Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 4k~ Warnings: Explicit and suggestive language but nothing crazy lol a/n: This took me literally forever to get out and I'm so sorry but I hope it was worth the wait. I wanted to wrap up this trip quickly and move on but I like the thought of them shopping together so I hope you guys do too! p.s. barely edited as always lol Start from the beginning

After finishing our lunch and finally finding the perfect dress for the event, Jungkook and I head off on our next adventure, bidding adieu to Genevieve once again.

"So, what's next on the list?" I question after he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. "Well what's a beautiful girl in a beautiful gown without a beautiful pair of shoes and jewelry to match?" he teases and continues on our journey to wherever he has in mind.

"I guess you're right" I say, sinking into my seat and trying my best not to melt from his compliments.

He hands me the aux again giving me free reign of the soundtrack of our journey and I play some random choices that have been my current favorites which also happen to be some of his as well.

"Seems like we're a lot more similar than I thought we were" I laugh after having sung along to boyfriend by Ariana Grande. "What makes you say that?" he says turning down the volume a bit. "Well we like some of the same music, we like the same foods, we both hated a majority of those dresses I tried on" I list off leaving him chuckling a bit at the last one.

"Can you blame me? You looked like a glorified ballerina in half of those and the others just looked way too painful to wear for a few minutes let alone a few hours" he says and I respect his honesty.

"I'm glad we found 'The One' eventually" I say in quotations, still not 100% sold on it yet. "You didn't like it?" he asks, looking genuinely concerned. "If you didn't like it we could've talked to her and seen if she could've ordered a different one" he says, quickly showing me that there's time to change things if I'm still unsure.

"No, no the dress is fine it's just...well I haven't ever worn a gown like that before. The closest thing I could think of would be a dress I wore to a school dance but that obviously was no where near as expensive as that one" I ramble leaving him chuckling at my nervousness.

"What's so funny?" I ask, furrowing my brow and demanding an explanation. "It's just that you look adorable" he chuckles leaving me groaning and sinking back into my chair. "Hey I'm serious you looked very beautiful in the dress and I promise you're gonna look stunning at the event as well" he assures, trying to lift my spirits and it does the trick thankfully.

'Who am I to doubt a gorgeous man's words of praise? I just I- What? I- Okay I need to stop thinking about him like that but it's hard not to when he keeps on calling me beautiful and gorgeous and ugh I'm doomed' I scold myself, leaving me averting my vision from him to take in the beautiful view outside my window, just now realizing in how truly gorgeous it looks out here.

"Everything okay?" he asks, noticing my clear shift in demeanor and I quickly try to clear things up without making things even more awkward. "Yeah no I'm fine. I feel like I never really looked outside my window on this drive since I was sleeping the first time we came here" I explain, hoping he'll accept that as an answer and although he looks suspicious he lets it go.

"You know, I've been out here so many times that I've forgotten to look around as well. It's a nice drive for sure" he agrees and we sit there for a while, going down the highway and listening to the slow hum of my playlist in the background.

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As we get closer to the city I realize that I still have no clue where we're going to get these accessories he had mentioned but I didn't think we would be going to a little couture boutique that I've never bothered setting foot inside. Simply knowing for a fact I would never be able to afford anything.

"You sure we should start there? I mean I'm sure there are a lot more affordable places close by" I say, trying to back my way out of it but he gently guides me inside and nods his head politely in greeting to the sales women there as we walk through the doors.

"James wants you to have the best of the best and feel confident at your first outing so he wanted us to start at the top. Just take a deep breath and don't look at the prices alright" he coaches before leaving me to wander around in search of the perfect shoes when unbeknownst to me he's already gotten one of the ladies headed to the back to grab a few pairs that might match the dress.

"You're size eight in heels correct?" he asks, putting on an heir of sophistication since we're no longer alone. "Correct" I answer as I look at the various colors, styles and flashiness of all the items around me as I make my way further and further into the store.

"Mr. Jeon?" the woman calls for him and he leads me over to where she's placed the various pairs that he thought might've been suitable for the occasion.

"See any you like?" he asks, watching as I observe the array he had chosen and I pick a plain black pair to start. "These seem nice" I say as I try it on for size and notice they're a tad too tight. "You think they would match the dress well though?" he questions and when I think back to it I realize that we should probably keep looking.

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After trying on a dozen more I feel as though we'll never find the right ones until I notice a pair that's on display in the front window. "What about those ones?" I ask, pointing to them and he waves the woman down that had been helping us and she nods before going to retrieve them for me.

"You're in luck Miss, these are the last pair we have. They are a half size small but go ahead and try them on" she says, placing the box down on the bench beside me.

When I go to take them out Jungkook places his hand on top of mine and I pause, looking over at him to question his motives. "Allow me?" he offers and I nod my head, caught off guard but letting him do as he pleases.

He takes off the last pair I had just tried on and slips the first shoe on with ease, almost as if they had been made for me. Once he's gotten the other shoe on as well he steps back and holds out his hand, asking me to stand up and walk around in this last hopeful pair. I do as I had done time and time again this but lose my footing as I take my first step.

"Woah there" he says, letting me fall into his chest, avoiding any further injury for the day. "Are you alright?" he asks and when I lean back to respond my breath catches in my throat, nudging my nose against his.

"I- um yeah, yes I'm fine" I stammer after having stared at his lips for a beat too long, stepping back and again losing my footing leaving him having to grab me by my hips to steady me again. "Maybe we should take a break from the shoes for the day" he chuckles and I look down at my feet with an excuse of checking out the heels like I had before but noticing that these might actually work.

Taking a closer look in the mirror I watch myself walk up to it and notice that for once I don't look like a baby gazelle learning how to walk for the first time while also realizing that the color and style matches somehow perfectly after having seen them up close.

I turn to look back at Jungkook and see a satisfied smile, knowing that we've found the ones. "Those it?" he questions, still leaving the choice up to me and I smile and nod, loving the fact that our efforts were not in vain.

He makes a nod at the sales woman, asking her to ring them up while he walks up behind me. Looking at our reflection I notice that although these heels are a tad bit higher than my usual ones he's still taller which makes them even more perfect.

"You tired?" he asks, placing a hand on my hip after taking in the sight of the both of us and guiding me back over to the bench so I can finally put my own shoes back on, leaving me thanking my past self for wearing boots instead of some sort of heel as well.

"A little" I say after having slipped my feet back into the boots, standing up and yet again losing my footing, this time only giving Jungkook the chance to grab onto my hand as I thankfully sit right back down on the bench instead of landing on the floor.

"Tried on one too many huh?" he laughs, holding my hand to now aide in steading my balance from the start making me smile awkwardly in thanks for him yet again saving me from my clumsy self. "Yeah maybe" I laugh, picking up my bag and we slowly make our way over to the counter where he pays without bothering to ask for a price.

"How much were they?" I ask, trying to look over his shoulder to see if I could catch sight of it but before I'm able to the transaction has gone through and they're holding out the bag for one of us to take and Jungkook swiftly receives it before taking ahold of my hand again and thanking the staff as we make our way to the next store.

"Don't worry about it" he says and guides us aimlessly towards the place I could only assume is to find the jewelry to pull everything together. "What do you mean don't worry about it? I'm sure they were really expensive" I argue but that gets me no closer to getting the price than if I would've stayed silent.

"The invoice will be sent to Matthew and will be charged to James so don't worry about it" he says, assuring me that although he paid this isn't coming out of his pocket. "Fine" I huff and follow him blindlessly before stopping in my tracks in front of the next store.

"What's wrong?" he asks, looking back at me as we've still got our hands connected leaving him stopping as well. "Jungkook this is Cartier like Cartier the luxury jewelry brand" I say, stunned at even the thought of owning something as expensive as what I might find there.

"I am aware. Would you prefer to go to Tiffany instead?" he asks, pointing out the Tiffany blue store just a few doors down. "No! I mean no, it's just that this is all so expensive I feel like I could get away with wearing something a lot less pricey than this" I say, trying to explain my way out of adding another dollar to what I assume is the already exorbitant total.

"Like I said, James wants the best for you and I'm sure your mother is going to enjoy looking at the pieces you've gotten as well" he says placing a hand on my lower back and guiding me in again were we're met with an overwhelming amount of silver and gold and everything in between all enclosed in glass cases.

"I think these would be perfect thank you" Jungkook says after we've agreed upon a set that would again match the dress but isn't too crazy flashy so it couldn't be used again.

"Are we all done?" I question, not being able to think of another thing that we could possibly need. "We just need to make one more stop" he says and I nod my head, going with the flow since against my best efforts I haven't been able to convince him to stop spending more and more money on me.

"I thought we were done with the jewelry shopping" I say, as we walk towards the Tiffany store he had mentioned before. "James wanted to get you one last thing as some sort of a thank you for being a good sport and going through all of these lessons or something like that. Anyways he already ordered it so we just need to pick it up" he says and I nod my head, following him in.

Wandering around the store while he talks to the employee about said gift I find myself staring at one necklace in particular and being fascinated by it's simplistic yet elegant look. "Find something you like?" Jungkook whispers in my ear leaving me flinching and taking a step back bumping into him in the process.

"Stop doing that" I groan and he laughs before leaning in and checking out the case trying to follow my line of sight. "Excuse me, can she try on this necklace?" Jungkook asks, calling the man over that he had spoken to earlier and he nods and makes his way behind to counter we're standing at.

"I was just looking" I try to deny him but he nevertheless nods when the man points to the silver necklace with the small teardrop shaped diamond pendant. He hands it to Jungkook and I look down at it in his hand and see that it looks even prettier up close.

"You sure you don't wanna try it on?" he asks with a knowing smile and I give him a bashful one back before he nods his head towards the mirror sitting on the courter. I turn around to face it while moving my hair out of the way so he can put it on for me and I immediately fall in love with it.

He watches my eyes light up in the reflection and nods to the salesman to ring us up for this one as well before even giving me a chance to refuse. I look at the necklace for a while longer, taking in how it looks at different angles and am shocked at how much a small little diamond like that could shine so bright and before I'm able to say a word to him about giving it back he's asking me if I'm ready to go.

"Let me just give this back and I'll be right there" I say, reaching around my neck to take it off but he walks up and takes my hands down and shakes his head.

"No, James already got me something from here. I couldn't possibly get another piece as well. I feel as if I'm taking advantage of his kindness" I say, feeling more and more guilty as I imagine how many zeros have been added to the total for this stupid ball.

"You're not taking advantage of it I promise. Trust me, if anyone else in your position was given free reign to get whatever they thought they 'needed' for one event they probably would've maxed out the card before leaving the first store" he jokes and I smile at his efforts, still feeling incredibly guilty.

"Okay" I mouth silently and he holds out his hand, leading me out of the store again.

"Jungkook" I call for his attention, curious about something. "Yes?" he answers, stopping so he can look at me properly while I speak to him. "Why have you been holding my hand so much today?" I ask him, leaving him loosening his hold but me tightening mine in response making his worried expression that was once there disappear.

"I just thought it would be easier for you to follow me especially since it's been a bit crowded today. I didn't want to lose you" he says, looking down at our conjoined hands and smiling, seeing how I have no intention of letting go.

"Well it's not crowded anymore" I say, looking around at the path we had once traveled. "Sorry I guess it was just a reflex of mine I did not mean to-" "It's fine. I was just teasing you" I say, squeezing his hand, switching roles and leading him to where his car is parked.

"We're going home right?" I ask and without realizing it the simple words had made his heart flutter a bit leaving him clearing his throat before responding. "Yes, I assume your mother is waiting for you to come home for dinner so I'll go ahead and drop you off now if you'd like?" he asks, leaving it open ended as if he wanted to spend more time together.

"Oh was there something else we had to do?" I ask, curious to see if he had something in mind. "No nothing, I just thought you might've wanted to get a coat or shall of some sort since the weather is still rather cold these days" he says, no doubt coming up with an excuse to cover up his motives.

"Sure, I'd love that" I say, smiling up at him and notice how red the tips of his ears have gotten, making me even more happy I said yes to staying with him a while longer.

He smiles in response and leads us to the first store he can think of that might have something I'd like and as we go through rack by rack we get to talking more casually and before we know it the stores are about to close.

"Let's get you home" he says walking us back to his car where he opens the door for me yet again before driving off.

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"Thank you so much for all of your help today. I feel as though I would've been lost without you" I admit as we pull up to my house. "I am aware" he says, giving me a mischievous smile before getting out of the car to open the door for me again.

"Hey! I was trying to be nice and then you go and act al-" "All what?" he teases, cutting me off as he helps me out of the car, leaning against it and trapping me, granting me little to no room to escape even if I tried. "All cocky" I say, lifting my chin up and being confident in my words, full well knowing I'm melting on the inside.

"Is that so? I guess we've skipped the lesson of getting rid of that dirty little mouth of yours now haven't we?" he taunts, cocking a brow at me and it takes everything in me not to fall to my knees and suck him off right now.

I nod my head and he tongues his cheek before glancing down at my lips and pushing off the car, giving me room to breathe only for a moment before pulling me into him, moving me out of the way so he can close the passenger door behind me.

"Let's get you inside. It's past your bedtime Princess" he rasps in my ear before letting go of me and walking towards my house leaving me standing there speechless, leaving me standing there for a minute, trying to take in everything that just transpired.

'Princess? Where does he get off calling me Princess and why the hell did it make me want him even more? I swear this man is trying to kill me' I think to myself before he calls after me telling me to hurry up.

"Coming!" I say and mentally curse myself, 'Really? Out of all the things you could've said you said that?' and I can tell that Jungkook's thinking the same thing as he grants me with another cheeky smile before knocking on the front door.

One of the maids answers the door and Jungkook asks her if there's someone who can get all the bags out of the car and she scurries off and grabs someone to do so.

"Oh there you are! I thought you would've been back ages ago!" my mother says as she walks up to us, clearly more excited to see Jungkook than she is to see me. "She didn't give you any trouble did she?" she asks, giving me a once over before turning her attention back to him.

"No, on the contrary she was itching to finish up sooner but I wanted to make sure we had everything she needed before bringing her home. It's been a pleasure spending time with her outside of the classroom and helping make sure she's more than ready for the ball" he says, merely glancing at my mother before looking back at me, my eyes going back and forth between the two of them, feeling shy under his gaze again.

I swear he always does this right before he leaves because he likes to watch me squirm. What happened to the pure kind man that I had just been with today? Now suddenly replaced by the devilish tempter just daring me to make a move on him.

After my mother has thanked him and tried to persuade him to come in for a while with him trying to refuse and I come to his aide and shoo my mother away.

"Mom I think I've taken up more than enough of his time today don't you? I'll walk you out" I say quickly, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out while he says his goodbyes to her.

"You trying to get rid of me?" he teases, amused by my hurried solution to ending the conversation. "No I just figured there must be something better for you to do than deal with my mother and her antics" I say and he chuckles in response only stopping when I've finished dragging him all the way to the driver's side of his car.

"Thank you for everything today, really" I say looking down at the gravel under our feet, holding my breath and waiting for that cocky response again but it never comes. "It was truly a pleasure I assure you of that" he says, hooking a finger under my chin to bring my eyes up to him.

My eyes dart back and forth between his and he leans in again just as he did last night this time giving me an almost featherlight kiss, hardly anything more than brushing his lips against mine, making my breath hitch, frozen and spellbound by his touch.

"Goodnight Princess" he says against my lips, still barely there but enough to feel his touch as his breath warms my lips, feeling frozen once he's pulled away and sat down in his car.

"G-goodnight Mr. Jeon" I let out, barely able to break free from the mental hold he has on me making him chuckle at my reaction before giving me once last glance. Dragging his eyes up and down my form before pulling out of the driveway, leaving me feeling utterly naked under his heated gaze.

As I walk back up I see my mother scurrying down the hallway, no doubt trying to hide the fact that she had been spying on us but I wouldn't expect anything less from her.

No matter how much she tries to hide it at the end of the day she's really just a busybody that loves to gossip but I've grown tired of it. Not even bothering to care if she sees. With the way Jungkook and I have been playing this push and pull for a while it'll only be a matter of time before we end up together.

Or at least I hope we do...

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just-an-anon-reader · 2 years

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Soft Shelled Hug

Hello! After my last submission, I became inspired to write! And, since this turtle lives rent-free in my brain, here is some Rise!Donnie x GN!Reader. I hope you enjoy UwU!

P.S. this became longer than I thought huhu~

"I would like that we take our relationship to the next level." A moment of silence passes as you blink owlishly at your boyfriend. "I beg your pardon?"

An hour ago...

Quarterly exams hit school like a TRUCK. Sure you were confident, but man were you DRAINED. Unlocking the door to your apartment, you kicked your shoes off by the doorway and landed on your couch with a loud oomph. With a week's worth of energy-zapping tests done, all you wanted to do was lay around and maybe get a hug from your not-so-touchy-feely boyfriend who made it clear that he didn't DO hugs. You even remember him saying exactly that while using air quotations to emphasize DO. While usually, you don't mind, he did have a bad boy image to maintain, after all. There were still times when you wished he wouldn't stiffen up like a board just because you brushed your hand against his. Times like now as you tried reaching for your phone, which you just happened to drop on the floor slightly out of your reach a moment ago.

You were just about to give up when it suddenly pinged. With newfound energy, you lunged at the device and unlocked the screen. It was a text from Donnie. Just the purple-clad turtle to make your day.

DonTron: <Salutations, my dearest, would you happen to be at your apartment by now?> MyDarlingDearest: <Hey, Dee! Yeah, I just got back a few minutes ago.> DonTron: <Would you be so kind as to grace me with your presence later at the lair for the Jupiter Jim special? I have already informed April. But, judging by her lack of a reply, I believe that she is currently incapacitated.> MyDarlingDEarest: <Not surprised, really. She had it rough this week. Sure, I'll swing by in a bit. Let me get freshened up first.> DonTron: <Excellent. I shall be expecting you soon.>

With a spring in your step, you head to the bathroom to ready up for movie night. Donning a purple sweater, which you DEFINITELY borrowed from your boyfriend, and a pair of black leggings, you head out for the lair.

Thirty minutes ago...

Of course, you don't forget to grab a box, maybe a couple, of pepperoni and cheese pizza along the way. Turning left, turning right, you watch out for bystanders before lifting the hatch and slipping into the lair. Mikey was the first to greet you. He bounded towards you with arms open and engulfed you in a crushing hug.

"You bought my favorite~" "How could I ever forget Mikey." "Come on, everyone's already by the projector. Let's go!"

Pizzas in one hand, and yours in the other, Mikey dragged you to the living room where three blue, purple and red turtles sat in their respective seats. Your eyes immediately fall on Donnie. He smiles and excitedly waves you over. Taking the spot next to him, your knees briefly touch. And in typical Dinatello-style, he stiffened up like a wooden board. What was surprising, however, was him relaxing and leaning towards you. Shoulder to shoulder. Before you could call him out on this "Un-Donnie-like" behavior, Leo shushes you as the projector flickers to life and the Jupiter Jim special begins to play.

It doesn't take long for the turtles to become completely engrossed with the movie. Eyes wide and mouths open as they inhaled every scene. You couldn't find it in yourself to focus. The shock of your boyfriend's sudden physical affection still renders you confused. You suddenly feel someone tap on your shoulder. It was Donnie. Beckoning you with his head towards his room, he stood up. His hand outstretched to you. Eyebrows raised, almost kissing your hairline, you take his hand. Letting him gently pull you up and into his room. Not once letting go, even as you both reach his room.

"Dee is something wrong?"

Standing face-to-face, hand-in-hand in the center of Donnie's room, you ask him gently. His eyes glisten as the words that come out of his mouth shake you to your core.

Now...

"As I've said, I would like for us to take our relationship to the next level." "And what exactly do you mean by next level?" You could feel the sweat prickle on your back. "Look, I know I'm not the most "touchy-feely", as Mikey would say, turtle. And I'd prefer to keep it that way ... with anyone but you."

Those words were the sweetest things he has ever said to you. The heart that sat in your chest seemed to beat louder than usual. Like it wanted out of your body.

"So, how do you want to go to the next level?" "I suppose a hug should suffice for now."

Excitedly, you open up your arms, only to be met with Donnie's hand in your face.

"Before we do..."

With a loud FWSHHH and a thunk, his combat shell hit the floor. Gently. You gasped. Donnie was rarely without his battle shell. So him taking it off now, for a hug, for you...it did things to your heart.

"Are you sure?" "Absolutely. And besides, it'd be uncomfortable for you if I didn't."

Slowly, you two embraced. It was awkward at first with hands unsure and stiff. But soon, you both relaxed into the embrace. You heard him sigh as you gently slid your hand across his shell. The leathery texture is soft and comforting under your touch.

"Why so suddenly?"

You whispered to him, afraid that you'd ruin the moment. There was silence, and after a while, he whispered back.

"I missed you."

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!donnie #x reader #just need more fluff in my life #soft shelled turtle love

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hopeforkitten · 3 months

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thanks to my head, which thought what if the devils were molting. (if we consider the skin of the cambions, then they have scales)

• you lived in the house of hope for a long time and seemed to know all its features. although, you probably should never say that you know everything about devils.

you returned from the balcony in the archive and did not expect to see an incubus here. Haarlep was sitting with his legs over the armrest and reading a book with an extremely bored look, flipping through the pages with one claw. how could this personification of feline nature leave the cozy bed of the boudoir? And why?

"Oh, Haarlep, why are you here?"

"Hello little mouse! Well, I'm obviously not here of my own free will." he was very inspired by your voice. "Perhaps you will find the answer to this question in my former place of residence." his eyes took on their usual cunning gleam, causing you to distrust.

"And what am I going to find there?..."

"Oh, you haven't seen him in his period yet" he let go of the book and made a gesture of quotation marks "Go, go, I'm impatient to find out how everything will go" he waved his hand towards the doors and you headed the same way.

Along the way, you wondered what could be the reason for Raphael's unexpected mood. Anyway, you haven't done anything wrong, so why should you be afraid of his anger, right?

The boudoir barrier let you through, and from afar you saw Raphael sitting with his back to you and fidgeting erratically. His housecoat was held on his hips by a belt, and his upper body was naked. He diligently moved his wings, even tried to scratch their hard edge against the horns, as well as scratch his shoulders with his hands and tried unsuccessfully to reach the base of the wings.

"maybe I can help?"

You said hesitantly. Raphael didn't even notice how you walked from the entrance to the edge of the bed. He looked at you briefly with displeasure.

"and this is you. go ahead and try it."

He turned back and waited for your actions. you swallowed and hesitantly stroked the base of your wings.

"No mouse, use your claws," Raphael barked back at you.

you started scratching the shoulder blade of the wings with your short nails and it did real magic to him. He let out a sigh of relief and tilted his head back a little. such a reaction was more than enough to make you do it for hours.

• This was just the beginning of Raphael's molt. the symptoms are a bad mood and scabies. while the various stages of his molting were going on, he always lingered on the first one - denial. He hated this time. Raphael was too sensitive and imperfect during this period. Everything should always be perfect in it, both appearance and endurance. But this rare period spoils all his plans.

during the molt, he canceled all his business and did not leave the house of hope. without you, he used to wait it out alone in the boudoir, moving around in short forays from there. it is better not to catch his eye at this moment.

However, with you.... he won't say it, but molting with you has become a pleasant vacation. To you, he grumbles nonstop, like a very big moody child. but your presence changed everything... you scratch his back and wings, smear him with moisturizer, (gently stroke his shiny new scales and admire his beauty? yes, please) sit by the pool while he soaks and only his head sticks out of the water.

you will timidly help him with the removal of dead skin, asking if it hurts him. (imagine how much work his wings need)

• You also became the devil's personal pillow during this period. He just won't let you go a step away from him, with the rare exception when you need to leave the boudoir and bring him something. it's better not to linger chatting with Haarlep, it can cost you dearly.

since his diabolical work was suspended, he switched from contracts to fiction and read it in tandem with you.

He was going into cat mode. Today, practically the archdevil wants to spend the day in bed, and you pathetic little man will be my pillow and a scratcher and bring me a book or soothing tea and I'll eat your soul if you disobey, yes.

• Raphael is horrified to realize that he has been scratching the skin surrounding the horns several times a day. this means that after the back and wings, the skin on the face will be renewed... Oh, how he doesn't like it. the mouse does not stare at him, you are on thin ice and now he will obviously spend more time using you as a pillow so that you cannot stare at him

• it will be strange when this ends and the former strict and perfect Raphael returns to you, and he will never bring up this topic. however, before the next molt, he will send you an order to come to the boudoir and it's good that you already know how to help him.

#raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #raphael x reader #moult #It's such a funny thought.#I'll turn Raphael into a cat #but I'll justify it.

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