#+ reader

[sourle]

Ready Set Go!

Baa baa black sheep

WARNINGS: Implied hallucinations Note: Before I go I might as well give you guys this since i forgot previously. Hopefully this is enough

You opened your eyes into a brand new area, woah! Is this a castle ground? Princess would love this place for a tea party!

You jumped in joy thinking about the tea party Pr3ttypriiincess is gonna have after this round of play. You simply can't wait to taste the warm sweet tea and delicious cakes.

You run towards random directions, you don't know if your critter friends will be here too, but there's no harm in searching for them right?

But then in the distance, you saw a cat, Nyan cat more specifically. You've seen a cat before, not a nyan cat. Maybe it's Mr. Kitty in a costume?

Curiously you approached the kitty, making it flinch at your sudden appearance and watch as it ran away. Does it wanna play tag? You started to get excited at the thought as you began to chase Mr. Kitty, “AM I IT MR. KITTY??? IF SO I'M GONNA TAG YOU!”

You giggle happily, running around the ground chasing the small cat. It meows happily leaving trails of rainbows from its pop tart like body. You've heard of it before, Nyan cat! You saw the video of the cat and fell in love with it, now it's in front of you running, playing with you! A lovely dream.

You've been chasing the cat for a while know, and you don't mind! After all, you're bored and you're glad the kitty is playing with you!.. Unlike others.

You laugh as it stumbles, stopping in its tracks to look at you with a small meow. You picked up the small critter and hugged it tightly before placing it down gently. The cat purred and rested itself in a loaf position, how adorable!

You sat next to the cat, petting its head with gentleness, you don't want to harm it! But you can't help but scratch the spot behind its ears making it purr. You watch as the kitty rests its head between its paw, yawning and getting ready to sleep.

Seeing the cat rest itself, you decided to leave it alone, “Good night Mr. Kitty!” You got up, thinking of another activity to do but first, you have to search for your other critter friends. And not far from you was a yellow chicken, “Hi Mr. Chicken! You wanna play?” You wave at it with joy, you approach it and kneel. You watch as it bawk before tilting its head which makes you giggle.

“How about we play hide and seek?” It tilted its head further. “I’ll seek, you hide! Ready?” You were about to close your eyes with your hands before Mr. Chicken pecked your arm, “Hey that's not nice!”

You cried watching as Mr. Chicken ran away, “Why are you always mean to me?” You pout, getting up to catch up to Mr. Chicken. You see movements at the corner of your eyes and glance at the direction, a black rabbit and a yellow bird running to Mr. Chicken.

“Mr. Bunny! You brought a new friend!” you caught up to them, picking up the yellow bird, “Woah! Your feathers look so adorable!” Your pat the head of the bird, gently opening its wing to look at the feathers further.

“They look beautiful!” You giggled, placing the bird down. “I'm gonna call you.. Little Birbpie!” you watch as it ran away instead of flying like it did previously.

You paid no mind to it, thinking it's just tired from flapping its wings. Your knee got pecked from the side and you yelp, “Ouch! Meanie!” You cried, glancing down at the chicken that pecked you.

You huffed, stomping your feet as you tackled it down. “That was mean Mr. Chicken! Don't do that again!” You watch as it squirms in your arms before relaxing, you gently place the chicken down and pat it. “Promise me you won't do that again! Even in the next rounds!” You frown when Mr. Chicken doesn't respond and just stares at you.

Shedletsky stared up at the young child as they pet his head, the gesture was gentle yet pressuring. They seemed to say something , yet he didn't pay any attention. He watches the joyful innocent face of their pouts before letting out a huff. He kneels there, he can't do anything to stop them as he feels the crushing pressure begin to tighten in his head. His eyes widen as the hand began to close—

CRUNCH—

The former admin stared up at the wooden ceiling of the main cabin, breathing heavily as he recalled the innocent face of the child. He can't figure out why the Spectre would bring such a young life into this eternal place. Hey, at least the kid was not a survivor, that would be a different outcome.

The first to greet him was Matt, a fellow former co-worker of his. He stood up and approached the pumpkin headed man.

For now he can't linger on the thought as he needs to plan a way to counter you.

[cutielights]

Hey, hey! I would like to request a Rosey Maple Moth! mother figure reader with the rottmnt boys!! And the scenario is that they were caught sneaking out of the lair for their own reason? (Separately) Por favor and thank you!! :3 (DAILY REMINDER! drink water, sleep well, etc!) (yes.. I know I wrote this at 12:21 sh..)

Okokok! Sounds very cute let’s do it <3 *quickly Google’s what a Rosey Maple Moth is* ITS SO CUTE

@whyam1h3reohrightf0rsillyturtl3s

I am gonna leave it vague btw, just because not everyone has a rosey maple moth oc, but I am gonna mention wings and being nocturnal I hope that’s okay!

Tw: none

Rise Boys + Mother Figure! Reader

Off topic, I make the banners on top of multiple character head-cannons and this one is my personal favourite I’ve made

Leo

Oh he thought he was SLICK

Sneaking back in all ninja like

Headed to the kitchen for some goddamn coffee after whatever shenanigans he was off doing

At three in the morning

He saw your wings around the corner and knew it was over

“Leonardo Hamato where have you been?” >:[

“I’m getting uhhh chamomile tea, you know, for, sleep.”

“I can smell the beans from here.”

“No you can’t. You’re going crazy. Age does that to people.”

Sending him to his room, not like he’s going to sleep anyway the insomniac

Raph

He accidentally knocked over a lamp when sneaking back in

Thought he had gotten away with it

Until you flicked the light on

Disappointed ™️

“A. What are you doing? B. That was my favourite lamp.”

“I- uh- was sleep walking?”

*cue you talking a sip of coffee whilst maintaining eye contact until he cracks*

It came sooner than expected

“Okay fine I was out I’m sorry, but you’re up too!”

“I’m nocturnal I have a biological excuse young man.”

Donnie

God knows what he was doing

I don’t even want to ask

He calculated that you may be waiting for him so he made a FOOLPROOF plan on how to avoid you

You had anticipated this, and waited in the lab instead, you got to spin around on the chair for a dramatic entrance

“Hello Donatello. Nocturnal now are we?”

*cue shrieking*

He wasn’t expecting that

“I was just, uh, getting some supplies for my drill, that is still in beta. And that you cannot see yet.”

Disapproving look ™️

Making him go to sleep

Mikey

Sneaking out

He was seen

Sneaking back in

He was seen

Mikey thought he was sooo sneaky >:[

*Flicking on the light the moment he enters the room.*

“Michelangelo Hamato, what are you doing?”

*Quick play dumb!*

“Who’s Michelangelo?”

*Not that dumb!*

[plusreaderswhenever]

Hex + Reader 2

Since that walk yesterday, you looked forward to talking to Hex again. You were eager to finish your work, but made sure to be patient and make sure it was all done correctly.

After the last box was ticked, you sprinted and slid onto your living room swivel chair from the side, which kindly spun its way to the coffee table for you. You picked up your phone from the table and texted your buddy.

You: hi!

Just roughly half a minute later, the thought bubble for the other texter appeared. He must have a lot of free time, you thought. It was sent not a second after, and no wonder;

Hex: :D

You smiled and nose-puffed, seeing your screen right now. Then you realized this was also an actual interaction you just had with someone who was as excited to see you as you were back, if not more. Your heart melted warmly. You felt it drip through your chest. This was beautiful. Life was beautiful. Your eyes teared up a little bit.

You set your hand down from your mouth, determined. You could think more about this tonight and ever! You couldn’t leave your friend hanging!

You: wanna b ball?

Hex: [•𓎟•]⤵️?

Like a puppy dog’s head tilt. Or maybe he was thinking of crouching down to hear you better since he’s so tall and tried to show that through text?

You: b ball is basketball

Hex: YESS!!!

[baileypie-writes]

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I will now use “+ reader” instead of “x reader” for platonic or familial fanfics. Just thought it would cause less confusion. “x reader” is mostly associated with romance so it makes more sense anyway.

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~~baileypie-writes

[that0newriter]

TDAC Drabble

Their entire existence was a fabrication. (Y/N) started believing that after spending years in this digital, fictional world known as - in Caine's words “THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS”. It was easy for them to reach this conclusion about themselves. In the end, everyone had doubts about their identity. It was challenging to grasp that they will no longer recount their past outside the circus. The sound of snapping drew (Y/N) from their thoughts, eyes looking up to the snapper. The one and only ringmaster of the VR game drifted in front of their peripheral vision- teeth forming into a grin.

“My dear, you seem troubled! What’s going on in that little noggin of yours?” just like comedic timing called, Caine tapped his cane on your head- a satisfying pop erupting as (Y/N)’s head opened like a compartment. Their hand shoots up, shutting their head as quick as the ringleader opened it- offering a frown at him. “Seriously, Caine? You need to stop doing that.”

[knebellindemann]

[ballard96]

[fatimazainab]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[howtokillavampire]

but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 account and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???

[tfatwsbarnes]

tower fics are so back baby

[natti-ice]

[moonchild311]

"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

[freakalot]

gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

part 2

[fromcainwithlove]

author’s notes today: hey guys so just a warning there isn’t 100% explicit verbal consent even though they’re both really into it so remember this is FICTION, also they don’t use a condom :((( but in real life safe sex is important!!! please be safe out there everyone

a/n back in the day: kept thinking about ____ stabbing knives through both of _____’s hands to pin him in place while they fucked so here you go lol =P

[baobei-bu]