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shockercoco · 8 months ago

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Nothing Like Honey

Tyler Owens x reader

warnings - 18+, smut, aphrodisiac, oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, penetration, ig premature orgasm?, some swearing

word count - 4126 (idk how lol)

a/n - this is my first Kinktober as a writer, and I was gonna skip it bc of my schoolwork, but there's no way I'm gonna miss out. I haven't posted in a month and college is taking all of my energy with all the writing i'm doing. also disclaimer: I've never tried honey packets so idk if they actually work lol. thx for reading and I hope you enjoy :)

“You can’t say no without even seeing what it is first,” Boone smiles.

You, Boone, and Tyler were sitting in a booth at the bar, celebrating after a good day of chasing. Dani and Lily were off somewhere beating Dexter in darts. The bar is noisy and pretty crowded for somewhere so rural, but you got lucky and found a quiet booth in the corner.

“With you, yeah I can,” Tyler laughs, before taking a sip from the beer bottle and placing it back down.

“Just look at what it is before you make a decision,” Boone rolls his eyes. He reaches into his pocket to retrieve two small packets and places them on the table.

Your eyes widen. “Is that what I think it is?” you ask, leaning forward to get a better look.

“It sure is,” Boone nods. He smirks, folding his arms against his chest and leaning back into the booth.

Tyler looks between the two of you, confused, before asking, “Okay, what am I missing here?”

You look up at Tyler. “They’re uh…,” you begin, but trail off. You then look over at Boone, silently telling him to answer for you.

“They’re horny packets,” Boone smiles proudly.

“Honey packets,” you correct him, sending him a playful glare.

Boone waves you off. “Same thing.”

Tyler reaches the hand that wasn’t resting on the booth behind you to grab one of the packets. “And what exactly do these honey packets do?” Tyler questions, his eyebrows furrowed as he turns the packet over in his hand.

“Like I said, they make you horny. They’re like an aphrodisiac so they’re supposed to take everything to the next level. If you know what I mean,” Boone wiggles his eyebrows.

“Oh, come on,” Tyler looks at him in disgust, but you just laugh. If you hadn’t known Boone for almost as long as Tyler, you’d be disgusted too, but you’re used to his antics.

“What, man? I’m just keeping it real,” Boone raises his hands in surrender.

“And do they actually work?” you ask.

“Believe me, they work,” Boone gives you a look. You let out another laugh, and this time Boone joins you.

“What do we do with it?” Tyler asks, still eyeing the packet.

“Just take the packet and wait for everything to kick in,” Boone says, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest.

Tyler squints. “Where the hell do you get these kinds of things from?” asks Tyler, not too surprised since Boone is always showing him something new.

“A magician never reveals his secret,” Boone playfully shrugs, causing Tyler to kick him under the table.

“Ow!” Boone leans down to rub his shin.

“You’ll be okay,” Tyler tells him, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Do you guys want these or not? There’s no need to harass me,” Boone looks between you and Tyler. You look up at Tyler, and he looks back at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Your choice,” Tyler shrugs.

You contemplate for a moment, before nodding and looking over at Boone. “We’ll do it.”

“Alright!” Boone claps his hand.

Ten minutes later, the packets are in your system, and you and Tyler decide to call it a night. Tyler heads to the bar to pay his tab and you follow behind him. You normally don’t like to hover, but the bartender has been making eyes at him all night.

“Gone so soon?” the bartender asks with a tempting smile and a tilt of her head, a cowboy hat placed on top.

“Yes, ma’am,” Tyler nods, giving her a kind smile as he hands her his card. You watch her return the smile before heading off to close his tab.

When Tyler turns his head to look at you, you give him a smile. Tyler knows it’s a fake one which is why he sends you a smirk before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Well, I sure do hope I see you back in here soon,” the bartender says as she comes back to hand him his card and receipt, leaning against the counter to show off her breasts in the process. You turn your head so she doesn’t see you roll your eyes. This also makes you miss her eyeing Tyler’s arm around you.

Tyler gives her a quick thank you before walking off with you under his arm. You run into Lily right in front of the entrance who looks disappointed when she sees you and Tyler leaving.

“Already?” Lily pouts. “You’re really going to leave me here with the others?”

“It’s nothing you can’t handle,” you laugh at her reaction, quickly leaning in to give her a hug.

“Tell the others we said goodnight, will you,” Tyler tells her. She nods before telling you and Tyler goodnight and walking away.

“Where are you two lovebirds going?” you hear Boone call from behind you, as you and Tyler walk to his truck.

“It’s late, Boone,” Tyler calls back, not turning to look back at him.

“Is that the only reason?” you hear Boone’s voice coming closer as Tyler opens his passenger door for you to enter. You can hear the suggestiveness in his tone.

“Goodnight, Boone,” Tyler rolls his eyes, as he watches you get in.

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to tell me about your private life,” Boone says, a smile evident in his voice.

You stick your head back out to see Boone laughing. You let out a giggle as you call out, “Goodnight!”

Tyler playfully shoves your head back into the truck, before closing the door and walking around to the drivers side.

“Don’t make me run you over,” you hear Tyler tell Boone, before he opens the door and climbs in beside you. Boone sends you a wave, before heading back inside the bar while Tyler pulls out of the parking lot.

“Was that jealousy I saw back there?” Tyler asks you as he starts the drive back home.

“What?” you innocently ask as you look out the window at the land zooming by, the sun almost completely set.

“Oh, okay you want me to say it,” he teases, but you don’t turn your head.

“Still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Well then, you wouldn’t mind if I turned this truck around and reopened my tab with that flirty bartender then would you?”

That makes you turn your head. “I dare you, Owens.”

“So you do know what I’m talking about,” Tyler quickly glances over at you with his eyebrows raised and a playful smile on your lips, before turning his attention back to the road. He has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console, your favorite position. Although, it seems even more attractive at the moment for some reason.

There’s no way those packets actually work.

“Just keep driving,” you mumble, crossing your arms and looking away again in the process.

Tyler chuckles as he moves the hand on the center console onto your thigh, giving it a small squeeze. You feel warmth spread through your bottom half at the action.

Yeah, there’s no way.

“No need to get embarrassed, sweetheart. You know I love when you act like that.”

Little did you know, Tyler was feeling odd too.

When Tyler pulls in front of the house, you wait for him to open your door as always. You begin making your way to the front door, but Tyler grabs your hand and pulls you back, causing your bag to collide with the truck door. Tyler takes a step closer to you, pressing his body against yours.

“What, no thank you?” he asks, raising a playful eyebrow.

“Like you deserve it,” you joke and make a move to pull away from him, but he doesn’t let you budge.

“Is that so?” he questions as he nudges his face into your neck. You let out a squeal as you begin feeling his fingers dig into your sides.

“Don’t you dare tickle me,” you laugh as you try to move his hands away from you.

“Why not?” he asks, his breath tickles your neck as he laughs. His fingers begin to move again.

“Tyler!” you jump. Tyler laughs again.

You place your hands onto his chest and somehow manage to pry yourself out of his hands. “Behave yourself,” you laugh.

“Sorry, darling, I wish I could,” Tyler tells as he pulls you away and gives you a look.

“What do you mean?” you ask. Tyler doesn’t answer, he just quickly looks down before looking back at you, silently telling you.

“Really?” you raise your eyebrows.

“What, you’re telling me you don’t feel anything?” he asks.

Now it’s your turn to be silent. You feel your face heat up as you avoid his gaze and look past him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug, folding your arms across your chest. Tyler moves his head into your line of sight, giving you a look that says he knows you’re full of shit. “Okay, fine. I do. I just didn’t expect it to…y’know…actually work.”

“Neither did I, but look at us now,” Tyler says.

“What do you mean ‘us’?” you furrow your eyebrows, looking down at the bulge in his pants before looking back into his eyes. You let out a small laugh. “Seems like you have a bigger problem than me pal. No pun intended of course.”

“Ha ha, you’re so funny,” Tyler playfully rolls his eyes before tightening his grip on you. “I’m not sure why you’re laughing, though, you’re the one that’s going to help me fix this.”

“No self control, huh?” you tease, and Tyler glares down at you. “Relax, it’ll wear off soon.”

It did not wear off anytime soon.

Tyler followed you around like a lost puppy as you moved about the house. Inside the bedroom right when you were just feeling like you could control the overwhelming feeling in your lower half, Tyler came up behind you in the bathroom.

His eyes meet yours as he wraps his arms around you and presses his front against your back, trapping you between him and the bathroom sink. The bulge in his jeans pressed against your backside, making you throb.

“How about we just cut to the chase and get this over with, huh?” Tyler whispers into your ear, his eyes never leaving yours. You can’t help but lean into his touch and subconsciously tilt your head to give him more access to your neck.

“We have to get up early in the morning. We’re meeting with everyone to discuss the potential storms, remember?” you try to remind him.

“They can just fill us in after,” Tyler mumbles as he begins to place soft kisses on your favorite area on your neck, right below your ear.

He notices the goosebumps forming on your arms as his fingers run up and down them. You feel the small smirk forming on his lips as he continues his trail of kisses on your neck. You allow your eyes to close for a moment, enjoying the sensations, before opening them and meeting his eyes through the mirror once again.

“It’s not the same, and you know it,” you tell him, your resolve quickly diminishing.

“Come on, sweetheart. You want this just as much as I do,” says Tyler.

“I don’t know,” you pretend to contemplate, “I think I’ll be okay.”

Tyler doesn’t respond. Instead, he raises a daring eyebrow at you, not believing you for a second. He knows you like the back of his hand. You just give him an innocent smile in return.

You then begin to feel Tyler’s hands abandon your arms and land on your waist, one of them traveling further south. His fingers make their way to the waistband of the jeans you have yet to take off. Your smile fathers and your breath hitches at the ticklish feeling. His movements are purposely slow, wanting you to crack as soon as possible.

Tyler lifts his head from your neck, so he gets a good look at your face when he asks:

“So you’re saying if I move my hand a little further down, I won’t feel your wetness soaking those pretty little panties of yours?” Tyler questions. His bold wording catches you off guard, making you shift slightly in his hold, your throat starting to feel dry. “What? Nothing to say?”

“Why don’t you find out?” you quip, somehow finding your voice again.

Tyler gives you a knowing smile before swiftly unbuttoning your jeans and moving his hand inside, his other hand still firm on your waist. You look down and watch as he wastes no time and dips his hand into your panties, quickly bumping into your clit, making you jump.

Tyler breathes out a laugh before continuing and easily finding the wetness he already knew was there. He runs a finger through your sticky folds, his hand trapped between your ruined panties and your pussy.

Your hands instinctively grab onto his forearms. A small moan escapes your lips as you try to keep your hips from bucking into his hand.

“Well, what do we have here?” Tyler smirks. “Just as I thought, she’s eager for me.”

You hate the fact that you love when Tyler refers to your pussy as a she.

Tyler moves his finger back up to your clit, rubbing gentle circles into the bud. You both know it’s not enough to get you off, but it’s enough to turn you on more – and it does. You let your head fall against his chest as your hands tighten on his arms. Tyler moves his head back into your neck, hovering his lips right over your ear.

“All you had to do was say something, baby. Y’know I always take care of you,” he whispers into your ear, his tone condescending.

He suddenly adds a bit more pressure to clit, causing your hips to involuntarily buck into his hand. You can feel your legs beginning to shake, the honey packet causing you to be sensitive. You bite your lip to keep the sounds rising in your throat at bay. His unoccupied hand leaves your hip and moves to your waist, keeping you against him.

“Don’t be like that, there’s no need to keep those pretty little noises away from me. All you have to do is admit that this is what you wanted this whole time and I’ll give you what you want.”

You send Tyler a glare through the mirror, causing him to chuckle, the rumble in his chest vibrating through your body. You really don’t want to give in that easily, even though your body is saying otherwise.

Tyler starts kissing behind your ear again. “You know you want to.”

Tyler removes some of the pressure on your clit, his movements turning gentle – which is the exact opposite of what you need right now.

“Fuck, okay. Fine,” you breathe out.

“Okay what?” Tyler smirks, pretending to be confused.

“Fuck you,” you tell him through gritted teeth.

Tyler’s voice drops an octave. “Oh, darling, I will. As soon as you tell me what I want to hear.”

Your body betrays you, allowing a shiver to run through you.

“This is what I wanted,” you mumble.

“Sorry, what was that?” Tyler asks.

“This is what I wanted!” you repeat louder this time.

“I don’t like the attitude in your voice, but I’ll let it slide,” Tyler tells you.

He pulls away and removes his hands from your panties, sticking the wet fingers into his mouth. You slightly frown at the loss of his touch, your body suddenly feeling cold.

“Let’s get started then,” he gives you his charming smile, which at the moment makes you want to slap him, before bending and lifting you into his arms. You let out a small yelp as your feet leave the ground.

He carries you into the bedroom and tosses you onto the bed. The two of you can’t seem to undress fast enough, tugging and tossing articles of clothing here and there. You’re pretty sure he tossed his shirt perfectly into the hamper in the far corner of the room, but at the moment you don’t care.

Tyler moves to hover his naked body over you, quickly attaching his lips to yours. It’s rough and needy, neither of you wanting to pull away for air. Both of you are panting. He shoves his tongue through your lips, haphazardly moving around your mouth.

You pull away just a tad to wrap your lips around his tongue, gently sucking. Tyler’s hardened cock twitches against your abdomen as he breathes out a moan. Your lips curve into a smile at the noise. His hips begin to grind against yours, allowing you to feel the precum dripping from his slit onto your abdomen.

Tyler pulls away and moves his lips to your collarbone. He begins a trail of kisses, going through the valley between your breasts, stopping to give each nipple some love, before continuing on his way. Your back arches into his touch and you feel yourself throb as heat blooms in your stomach.

He goes all the way down your body, pulling your legs down with him as he kneels in front of the bed, coming face to face with your center. He grunts as he gives his poor, leaking cock a few tugs.

“Y’know, we could’ve been doing this 20 minutes ago, but you wanted to play games,” Tyler tells you, his breath hitting your exposed pussy as he speaks.

You go to rebuttal, but words instantly leave your mouth as Tyler runs a finger through your dripping folds, then spreads your lips apart for better access. A whine leaves your lips instead as your hips buck towards his face. He gently blows air onto your sensitive pussy, causing you to involuntarily clench around nothing and your body to jerk. Tyler notices and smiles to himself at the sight, deciding to do it once more for the hell of it. Your body jerks again.

“Look who’s playing games now,” you point out, holding your body up with your elbows in order to get a good view of him. Your expression is mixed with frustration and desperation.

Tyler chuckles, his eyes never leaving your pussy. “Not for long.”

With that, he dives into you, dragging his tongue through your lips. He quickly dips the tip of his tongue inside of you before pulling back out and attaching his lips to your clit. Your fingers dig into the blanket beneath you, your mouth falling open in a gasp as his tongue flicks against the sensitive bud. Tyler’s grip on you tightens when he feels your hips buck into his face once again.

Your head tilts back in pleasure as he continues his movements. Feeling your arms about to give out, you let your back sink into the mattress and allow your eyes to close. He can’t help but grind his hips against the bed, needing something to alleviate the overwhelming pressure running through his cock.

Tyler pushes his face further into you as he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. He moans into your pussy and continues to grind his hips against the bed. Your thighs tighten around his head and your legs tremble a little as you feel the vibrations from his body travel through yours.

He knows he’s not going to last long, but he doesn’t try to stop himself. His cum spurts out and onto the side of the bed, dripping onto the floor beneath him. His fingers tighten on your thighs as he finishes, his cock barely softening.

His climax remains unknown to you, too lost in the depths of pleasure. After a couple more minutes of your whining and your hips grinding into his face, he decides to give you what you want. He slides one of his hands down and pushes a finger into you all the way to the knuckle, meeting no resistance from your welcoming body.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, your back arching.

Tyler continues to thrust his finger into, feeling your slick coat his finger, making it even easier for him to move. You feel a slight stretch as he adds another finger to the mix, plunging his fingers deep inside of you. You reach a hand down and allow your fingers to tangle in his hair. Tyler hums out a moan when you give his scalp a small tug.

When Tyler notices your orgasm approaching, he quickens the pace of his fingers. The change of pace allows you to hear just how drenched you really are. The sound of your wet squelching echoes through your ears as he curls his fingers and finds your sweet spot.

“Oh god,” you whimper, your back going into a deep arch.

Tyler releases your clit from his lips and replaces them with the thumb from his unoccupied hand. His lips glisten from your arousal as he rubs tight circles into you in time with the rhythm of his fingers in your tight walls. He glances up at your face and smirks at the reaction he’s able to pull from you.

Tyler feels your walls beginning to clench repeatedly around his fingers, signaling your orgasm. His fingers speed up inside you even more, constantly hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.

You feel that final wave of intense pleasure run through you, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you come undone. His fingers don’t slow down, though, he continues the movement until he sees that clear liquid gush out of you. It soaks his fingers even more, dripping down his arm and some hits him in the chest.

“There you go,” Tyler mumbles, keeping his eyes on your gushing pussy.

You cry out as you feel yourself squirt, the liquid running your thighs and onto the blanket beneath you. When you notice him not letting up on his thrusts, you let out a squeal and try to pull away.

“Ty! Baby!” you wail, immediately feeling yourself being thrown into another orgasm. Tyler chuckles as he watches you squirm.

When that second orgasm arrives, it hits much harder than the first one, making your body clamp up as you feel yourself squirt once more. Tears begin to form in your waterline from the overstimulation.

“S-shit,” you stammer. Your voice is high pitched and much weaker than it was a few seconds ago.

Tyler smiles proudly at his work and decides to pull his fingers out. His cock jumps as he looks down at his body covered in your arousal.

You try to catch your breath as you slowly climb backwards towards the headboard, your thighs still twitching.

“What’s wrong, darling? Where are you going?” Tyler innocently asks as he climbs up onto the bed. His voice is deep and raspy as he speaks, the way it always gets at a time like this. He grabs you by your ankles and pulls you back down a couple of inches as he hovers over you.

“Y’know, I’m actually really glad Boone gave us those honey packets. What about you?” Tyler asks he situates himself between your thighs. He wraps his hand around his cock and begins to lightly stroke himself. He groans and tosses his head back for a second, a bit sensitive from his orgasm. He quickly returns his attention back to you.

Despite the two orgasms Tyler just ripped out of you, you feel yourself getting turned on again. You gulp as you watch the sight in front of you unfold, your mouth beginning to water.

Oh, no.

“Nothing to say?” he smirks and begins to run his cock through your sore folds.

You tremble as he moves against you, not being able to stop yourself from moving your hips along with his motions.

“Who knew they actually worked?” you try to laugh, but immediately get cut off by Tyler sliding into you. He moves to wrap his arms around you, holding you close and caging you in between him and the mattress.

Your mouth falls open and your eyes widen. Your lip quivers and your eyes flutter close at the stretch of him pushing until the hilt.

“Fuck,” Tyler rasps at the feeling of your warm walls contracting around him. He clenches his jaw as a chill runs through his body, needing to close his eyes to gather himself. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t know how good you feel.”

All you can do is whimper in response. You open your eyes to meet him already looking back down at you. His lips have transformed back into the irritating smirk.

Looks like you’re going to be stuck here for a while, might as well get comfortable.

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moonstruckme · 2 months ago

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Heyy this is my first time I'm requesting from you so I hope I'm doing this properly. I love your fics so much I literally always go to your profile since it's a comfort space for me. I had a flight today that I had to reschedule because I forgot to make an important document. Thankfully it only came to me having to reschedule the flight but I feel so bad cause I feel like I'm constantly forgetting important stuff and making mistakes and have people scramble around me to help fix it even if they tell me it's ok i feel so so bad. Can you write me a comfort fic around smthn like that? Marauders, anyone of them is fine or poly. Sorry if my request is too specific and thx!! 💜

Thanks for requesting angel <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“Walk faster,” you call over your shoulder, laughing.

“Relax.” Sirius’ tone is scoffing. He refuses to quicken his pace down the sidewalk. “They’re not going to kick us out for being ten minutes late, you pest.”

“They might! It’ll be fifteen by the time we get there at this rate.”

“And if they do,” James says, catching up to you and throwing an arm around your shoulders, “you can tell them it was all Sirius’ fault.”

Sirius scoffs again, but it’s an amused sound. James can practically feel Remus’ fond look directed at your slow-moving boyfriend. You’re all in a good, sunshiney mood after spending a long afternoon at the park, teasing without bite and taking pauses for kisses in between quips. Your idea to make reservations at everyone’s favorite dinner spot, always too busy to walk into on a weekend night, was inspired; James’ heart feels as full as his stomach does empty. Nothing sounds better than tucking into a good meal and then spending the rest of the evening near comatose with all of you on the couch.

You’re twelve minutes late by the time you make it into the restaurant. (James wouldn’t have guessed, but you make a point to let Sirius know.) You give the hostess your name, and she begins searching for your reservation on her list.

“I apologize, it doesn’t seem we have you down here,” she says after a few moments.

You smile, sheepish (and adorable). “Yeah, we’re a bit late, sorry. The reservation was actually for seven.”

“Right.” The hostess glances over the list again, hesitating. “I don’t see your name here at all, I’m afraid.”

“Oh. Um.” You begin chewing your lip. James exchanges a look with Remus. “I’m sorry, can you check one more time? Just to be sure.”

The hostess is accommodating. She has you spell out your name, running through the list again before telling you again, remorsefully, that it’s not there.

“Is it possible you booked with our other location?” she asks you.

Any remnants of a smile drain from your face. Your eyes round out. “There’s another location?”

“Yes.” She gives you a thin smile. “We have one south of the river as well.”

“I had no idea,” you say, voice quieter than it had been.

“Me neither,” James chimes in in solidarity. You’re getting this look like you think you’re an island. Waiting to be attacked from all sides.

“Alright, that’s okay.” Sirius reaches over to squeeze your shoulder, sensing with the rest of them your rising embarrassment. “We’ll just go there, then. Thank you.” He shoots the hostess a winning smile and leads you back towards the door.

“I’m sorry,” you say as you go outside. “I had no—I didn’t think to check if there was more than one.”

“It’s fine.” James shoots you a smile. Remus is already on his phone finding the other location. “I wouldn’t have guessed there was another one either, lovely. But maybe it’ll be even better, yeah? We might end up crossing the river every time if we really love it.”

You look slightly comforted, but then Remus says, almost under his breath, “Oh.”

You slow your pace warily. “What?”

“Um.” He looks up from his phone, wincing like he doesn’t want to say. “It looks like the other location closes a bit earlier than this one. Even if they let us keep our reservation, I’m not very sure we’d make it, and with traffic…”

“Oh my god.” You bring a hand to your face, rubbing harshly above your brow. “I’m so sorry.”

“We can find somewhere else to eat around here,” Remus tries to placate you. “It’s not a problem. I think we’re all hungry enough that any food would be good, yeah?”

“Yes,” James agrees heartily.

You, however, remain put out. Your walk back to the car becomes a trudge, guilt thickening the air around you.

“Hey.” Sirius bumps your hip with his. “It’s fine, baby. Everything’s fine. We aren’t going to go hungry.”

“I know, I just…” You shake your head, gnawing cruelly on your lower lip. “I’m always messing this stuff up. I’m really sorry.”

James watches as Sirius’ brow creases defensively. Remus ducks to try and catch your eye. “What makes you say that, lovely? This could have happened to anyone.”

“It always happens to me, though,” you confess lowly. A moment later, you seem to change your mind, waving it away with forced lightness. “It’s fine. I’m just sorry.”

“It only happened to you because you were the one with the idea to make a reservation,” James points out. “We still wouldn’t have ended up with a table if you hadn’t done anything. It was just a little mistake.”

“Okay,” you say, but your voice is quiet. Your smile wan. “Where should we go?”

“Hey.” Sirius grabs your hand before you can get into the car. He pulls you into a hug. “Get over yourself, yeah?” he says, squeezing your middle. “Nobody’s upset with you. The same thing could have happened with literally any one of us. If you’d asked me to make the reservation, I would’ve known fuck all about there being more than one and done the exact same. So you’re off the hook, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur again.

“That’s right,” says James, taking the opportunity of Sirius’ distraction to position himself closest to the passenger door. Remus sends him a knowing look from across the car. “If Sirius could have done it, it can’t be anything bad.”

“Precisely.” Sirius grins. He lets go of you but keeps you trapped with his hands on your shoulders, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Stop punishing yourself. No one is asking you to.”

You shrink a bit, shying in a way that’s difficult to avoid when Sirius makes his gaze all intense like that. Remus looks to be hiding a smile. “Okay,” you say for a third time, sounding like you mean it. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Sirius lets you go, signaling for you to get in the car with a pat to your bum. “James, don’t think I don’t see you edging in on my seat there. Turn it around.”

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aventurineswife · 29 days ago

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Hello I’ve been hyperfixating on Phainon these days so I was wondering if you could write him cuddling with reader. I imagine him being a master at cuddling. He’s so cute ❤️

Hope you’re doing well!!

No Battle, No War, Just Us

Summary: After a long mission, Phainon finally returns home to you. Exhausted but relieved, he melts into your embrace, and the two of you spend the night in each other's arms, savoring the peace and warmth of your shared home.

Tags: Phainon x Reader, Fluff, Domestic, Cuddling, Established Relationship, Comfort, Soft Phainon, Post-Mission Rest, Gentle Affection.

A/N: thx for asking, I'm doing alright!

The hearth’s embers cast a gentle glow across the room, their warmth settling in the air like a quiet lullaby. The home you shared with Phainon was a sanctuary—a haven away from the battles, the responsibilities, and the weight of the Chrysos Heirs’ mission. Here, there was no prophecy, no Coreflame trials, no looming Titans. Just the two of you.

Phainon had been away for longer than expected. Though you were used to his absences, that didn’t make them any easier. So when you heard the soft click of the door unlocking, your heart leaped.

You turned from your seat by the window, only to find him standing there—claymore set aside, hair tousled, and his piercing eyes softened by exhaustion. His regal coat, woven with the white, blue, and gold befitting his lineage, was slightly askew, a rare sight that hinted at how much the day had taken from him.

“I’m home,” he murmured. The words carried the weight of longing, of relief.

You didn’t hesitate. Crossing the room in a few quick steps, you wrapped your arms around him, and he melted into you, his arms pulling you close as if to ground himself in your warmth.

"You should have told me you were coming back today," you whispered against his chest.

Phainon huffed a quiet laugh, his breath ruffling your hair. "I wanted to surprise you."

The embrace lingered, neither of you wanting to move just yet. But eventually, you tugged him toward the bed, guiding him to sit. His movements were slow, reluctant, as if the day still weighed on his shoulders. You didn’t press him for details. Instead, you climbed in first, lifting the covers invitingly.

His eyes softened further, his smile barely there but so full of warmth. He slipped in beside you, arms naturally finding their way around you, pulling you into his chest. He was warm—always warm. His scent, laced with a faint trace of the wind from his journey, mixed with something distinctly him.

You nestled closer, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. “You’re always so good at this,” you murmured.

“At what?”

“Cuddling.

His soft chuckle vibrated against your cheek. “It’s an art form,” he teased. “One I’ve perfected just for you.”

You laughed, the sound muffled against his chest, and he tightened his hold on you. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, a quiet comfort.

After a moment, he spoke, his voice quieter, almost vulnerable. “Did you miss me?”

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, brushing your fingers against his cheek. "Of course, I did. Every single day."

Something flickered in his eyes—relief, love, devotion. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his touch lingering. “Then I’ll stay right here. No battles. No missions. Just us.”

His words wrapped around you just as his arms did, lulling you into peace. Here, in his embrace, you were home.

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lightsoutmatthews · 21 days ago

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hi girly I am soooo in my feels right now. Can you please do willy styles taking care of reader during her period. like she’s at his apt and needs tampons and he feels embarrassed buying them but does anyway for her because he loves her hehehe thank you <3

As much as I tried to write it as him being embarrassed by buying tampons I couldn´t do it too much because I just can´t see our idgaf war veteran being bothered by something like that �� I hope you like it anyways 😭

Man on a Mission – William Nylander

The cramps started when you were halfway through the movie. One second you were curled up against William, warm under the blanket, you head resting on his chest. The next, a sharp, deep tug rolled through your lower stomach like a warning bell.

You shifted with a quiet groan.

William looked down, his hand pausing where it was rubbing lazy circles over your back. “You okay?”

You nodded instinctively, trying to push past it. “Yeah, just cramps.”

His brows drew together, like he was already trying to fix it. “Do you want some painkillers? Tea? Something else?”

His worry made you feel warm inside. “I´ll take some ibuprofen,” you said, pushing the blanket off your legs, slowly getting out of his hold. You stood, and that’s when you felt it. The sudden, dreaded wetness. Not a ton but enough to notice.

Shit.

You blinked and stood still for a second. Then you slowly turned back toward him. “Uhm. I think I just got my period.”

William blinked. “Like…just now?”

You gave him a look and sighed. “Yeah. Just now. I don’t even have anything with me. No tampons or pads or anything.”

William straightened a bit on the bench. “Do you want to run to a store real quick?”

You looked down at your black leggings, grateful for the color, but still aware of how unprepared you were. “I don’t really want to walk around like this.”

He nodded immediately. “Okay, I´ll go.”

You blinked in surprise. “Wait. Really?”

“Yeah, obviously.” He was already standing and reaching for the hoodie draped over the back of the couch like it was nothing. “Text me the brand you want?”

“You really don’t mind?” you asked carefully.

He paused for a split second, hand on the doorframe. “No,” he shrugged. “I mean, I´d rather you not sit here uncomfortable or bleeding through my couch.”

That made you laugh but made the cramps worse in the same motion.

“Text me what kind,” he repeated, grabbing his keys.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely.

He grinned; the kind of grin that always made you feel stupid in love. “What else are boyfriends for?”

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William stood in the middle of the pharmacy aisle, staring at a wall of pastel boxes.

There were more tampon options than he ever thought were possible. Tampons with applicators, others without. Super, regular, light, combo packs. Organic cotton. Unscented. Scented? He didn’t even know that was a thing.

He pulled out his phone and re-read you text.

Älskling: U by Kotex, regular, purple box

Älskling: if they don’t have that, Playtex Sport in the pink box. Thx babe 🥰

Okay. Sounded simple enough.

Except there were three purple boxes. Were they all regular? One said “Click”. What did that mean? One was “Security”. That sounded like a bank product. Another one said “FitFlex”.

He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around. There was an older woman down the aisle, clearly avoiding him.

He started reaching for a box when a young clerk walked by. William caught him.

“Hey, man, quick question. These are all regular?” he asked, pointing at the boxes.

The clerk glanced at him, then the wall of products, then back at Williams clearly confused face. “Uhh. I think so? Not totally sure.”

William sighed. “Alright. Thanks anyways.”

He picked up the purple box labeled U by Kotex Click – Regular and looked at the fine print. To others it might looked weird that he was standing in the middle of the aisle reading that and heat might even rose a little in his cheeks as the older woman walked past him, shaking her head but he wanted to get it right.

He added a backup box of the Playtex Sport ones too, just in case and then, almost on instinct, he threw a chocolate bar, a heating pad, and a small bottle of Advil into the basket too.

At the checkout, the teenage girl ringing him up raised an eyebrow at the stack. “Girlfriend?” she asked with a half-smirk.

“Yeah,” he said.

“She´s lucky.”

He chuckled. “I´m the lucky one.”

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You were curled up on the couch with the dogs keeping you company when he came back in, grocery bag dangling from his wrist.

He dropped it in front of you gently. “I wasn’t sure which ones exactly, so I got both. Also, more painkillers and chocolate. Oh, and a heat thing.”

You stared at him. “Did you rob a period aisle?”

“I might have panicked a little, even scared off an old lady,” he admitted.

You laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You did good.”

He looked relieved. “That aisle is terrifying.”

“You get used to it,” you mumbled absentmindedly, digging through the bag. “Thank you. Seriously.”

William sat back down, watching as you padded to the bathroom. When you came back, dressed in a sweatsuit stolen from his closet, you looked ten times more comfortable

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah. Way better.”

He lifted the blanket, nudging Pablo out of the way in the process. “C´mere.”

You crawled back under, sighing as your body curled against his side again. “Do you want the heating pad now or later?”

“Later. I just want to lay here for a while.”

He nodded, one hand finding your hair and combing through it slowly while your head rested on his chest.

“Hey,” he said after a bit.”

“Hmm?” you mumbled.

“Is there, like… anything else I should be doing? During this?”

You looked up at him, touched at his concern. “You´re doing everything already.”

He looked relieved again, but then thoughtful. “Do some girls get like… super emotional during this? Or is that just a movie thing?”

You shrugged. “Depends. Hormones are different for everyone. Sometimes I cry over nothing. Sometimes I get super irritated. It´s not predictable.”

“If you randomly cry, should I leave you alone?” he asked genuinely.

“Honestly? Just hold me and let me cry.”

He nodded seriously. “Consider it done.”

You studied his face, the concern, the quiet intensity of wanting to do it right by you. “You´re really sweet, you know.”

He gave a half-smile. “You´re bleeding from your uterus and still manage to be polite. That´s way more impressive.”

You snorted. “Don’t romanticize this. It´s gross.” Or at least that was what your last boyfriend told you.

“Not gross,” he said seriously. “It´s normal, even though it´s like you´re surviving a horror movie every month.”

“I mean, basically,” you chuckled.

He looked at you for a long moment, then pulled you closer, like he needed you as close as possible.

“I think you should have a punch card. Every ten periods, you get a spa day.”

“I´d love that,” you laughed.

He looked pleased. “Perfect, I´ll sponsor it.”

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Later that evening William had made dinner, well, William had ordered dinner. He let you choose what you wanted to eat and what you wanted to watch even when you picked a reality tv show he pretended to hate.

When your cramps came back stronger, he set up the heating pad without you asking and held it in place against your stomach while you half-dozed on his chest.

At one point you woke up from a short nap and found him scrolling on his phone. “What are you doing?” you asked quietly, voice still heavy with sleep.

“Looking up how to help during periods.”

You blinked at him, warmth spreading in your chest. “You googled it?”

“I didn’t want to be a dumbass about it.”

You smiled so hard your cheeks slowly started to hurt.

He kept reading aloud. “Says here back rubs can help.” You immediately turned onto your side. “Say less.”

He chuckled and shifted behind you, hands working gently along your lower back. “How´s that?”

“Heaven.”

“I´m a certified period doula now.”

“You´re ridiculous,” you chuckled.

“But helpful.”

You turned just enough so you could capture his lips in a soft kiss. “Very.”

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #william nylander x reader #nhl imagine

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 17 days ago

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Hello! Hope you’re doing well :) May I request a Child! Reader x Tenna pls? Basically, Reader is permanently in a wheelchair due to *insert accident* and is really sad since we haven’t been able to make friends. So, our parents get Tenna, hoping to cheer us up. And it does! We manage to fix him up, we talk to him, and we become friends! Skip to Reader accidentally getting trapped in a Darkworld, where we finally meet Tenna face-to-nose, he thanks us for being his friend, and he protects us. Thxs

Aw thank you! And thank you for the first Tenna request! (note this is purely platonic, and Reader is just a few years younger than the Fun Gang)

............

"Wow, I haven't seen one of these in years."

"Are we sure we wanna keep this? It looks pretty busted up..."

"She said it could still work. She's no mechanic, but...she knows [y/n] is."

"Ah, you're right, dear. I think this will cheer them up."

"I hope so."

Despite hearing the faint voices of your parents, you were too occupied with repairing your alarm clock to fully listen. You managed to bolt it to your nightstand so that you didn't accidentally knock it off...again.

It's happened quite a few times. And it always ended up on the floor, ringing and ringing and ringing until you either threw something at it or crawled out of bed to shut it off yourself.

Unfortunately, that's how most of your mornings have started ever since the accident.

You were paralyzed from the waist down, having to use a wheelchair to get around most places. You've taken a lot of time off of school to undergo surgeries and physical therapy, but none of it changed the fact that you couldn't "magically" walk again.

It left you feeling rather lonely, staying indoors all day to tinker with small appliances to your mind occupied, as you loved to assemble, repair, and disassemble things. Your parents considered you an "engineer in-the-making", but you didn't see your skills as anything more than just a hobby. Something to make you temporarily forget the pain.

Eventually, you and your family moved to a new town, populated by more monsters than humans. And while you did enroll into a new school and met new people, you still felt sad--the memories following you no matter where you went.

Today, however, your parents surprised you with a new addition to your room. You weren't expecting anything, so to see them walk in with a CRT television had your eyes widening in awe.

You've read about those old-fashioned TVs, certain that they stopped making them. But apparently not.

The most shocking part was that it was Susie, of all people, who wanted you to have it, insisting that it "needed a good home". You laughed when they told you this, believing they meant a different Susie.

No way could it be from that same mean reptilian girl that everyone at school was so afraid of, even Ms. Alphys.

Surely, it sounded impossible....until you found a note on the back of the large appliance, a small letter addressed to you specifically. Once your parents left you with the TV, you opened it, wondering what it would say:

"Hey, [y/n]. Sorry about all the times I made fun of you in computer class. I know this doesn't make up for it, but I want you to have this TV. Consider it a housewarming gift. His name's Tenna. Don't ask why. I tried fixing him myself, but you're better at that stuff than I am. I don't want him back or any money or anything. Just...take good care of him, alright?

See you at school, Susie"

'Wow, she's..actually nice?' For the first time in a while, you found yourself smiling at the note. Maybe you were wrong about her, or maybe she decided to have a change of heart. Regardless, you'll be sure to thank her at school tomorrow..

You looked closer at the CRT TV, and sure enough you could see her efforts to fix it: with duct tape wrapped around the two broken antennae. There were a few light cracks in the screen, but it wasn't anything too bad. At least she tried her best.

Funny enough, you were thinking about fixing one of the TVs at school that were broken, so you had all the tools needed. Of course this one was way older than any of them, but it shouldn't be as complex.

Once you found everything you needed, you went right to work on repairing the antennae, carefully removing the duct tape, shining the dials, wiping the dust off all sides of the box, and checking the internal wiring to make sure nothing was fried.

All the while, you talked to Tenna, explaining what you were doing to him, like a doctor tending to their patient. You knew he couldn't really talk back to you, but the silence had to be filled somehow.

It took a few long hours, plus a dinner break, but around midnight the TV looked good as new.

The final step was to simply plug it into the wall and see if all your efforts were worth it.

And miraculously, it worked. The screen flickered to life, showing you a channel that was presenting the opening theme for a gameshow program called "Mr. Ant Tenna's TV Time". The host himself looked a lot like the television sitting in your room right now, with the rest of his body being humanoid, dressed in a shimmering red coat with a bright yellow tie and a golden lapel that said "TV".

He had no eyes, but a grinning mouth and a pointed nose as he appeared on the stage, clutching a microphone and introducing the contestants of the show with such vigor.

'Well..I did it.' You chuckled, climbing onto your bed and deciding to sit back and watch the episode for a while.

One episode turned into two, and then two into three...until you suddenly remembered that you had school in the morning and switched it off, falling asleep rather quickly.

.............

Over the next week or so, you've been coming home in a better mood--mainly because you're so eager to use your new television.

TV Time was became your favorite program rather quickly, having binged-watched it so much. At this point, you were aware that every episode was just a rerun. With the same quizzes and "physical challenges" as before, but it provided good background noise for when you're doing homework or tinkering with some other electronic.

You still talked to Tenna like he could hear you, answering along to the game's questions even though you already knew the outcome of each episode.

The monster movie that was constantly on was predictable at best, but sometimes you'd catch glimpses of new side characters--or a new attack the monster unleashed upon the city. That was great, too, but you mainly tuned into his gameshow and kept it on that.

Sometimes, when you just want some quiet, you'll sit at your desk and journal your thoughts--sometimes speaking them outloud to Tenna. It felt absolutely ridiculous, but at the same time it made you feel less lonesome in your room.

You started to see him as....a friend.

A friend who didn't judge you and always kept you company when you needed it most. Your parents thought it was sweet, but they did push you to make some actual friends at school, too. And you did, among them being Susie, who asked you how Tenna was doing lately.

She seemed nervous for some reason, but sighed in relief after you assured her he's been doing good. You thought she'd make fun of you for befriending an inanimate object, although she revealed something rather..surprising to you while offering to walk you home one evening.

She made you swear to secrecy, before telling you about a dream she had. Apparently, she and Kris met Tenna as his gameshow host's self, and they were forced to play through several rounds on his TV Time program, using "magic" and "acts" to win every challenge thrown their way. All of this accumulated into a "final battle" where he intended to keep them all playing forever, decreeing that his show would "never end".

He sounded evil, until Susie also told you that he used to be Kris' TV, who was lonely and afraid of being forgotten when everyone at their house stopped watching him. They came to realize he wasn't really a bad guy, and promised to find somebody who'd take him into their home. Someone who could fix him and enjoy all the programs he had to offer.

That was the real reason she wanted you to have him.

"Wow, that sounds like...a super vivid dream." You hummed as you both stopped in front of your house, looking up at her. "I guess you'd feel weird having him in your house after making that promise."

"Erm..yeah." She rubbed her neck awkwardly. "Just...don't go telling anyone about that dream, alright? It's between you and me."

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me." You chuckled. "Did you wanna spend the night? My parents won't be back till later."

"I can't tonight. But next time? Hell yeah." With a toothy grin, Susie lightly punched your arm. "Say hi to Tenna for me, will ya?"

"Will do."

After waving goodbye to her, you remained in front of the door for a moment, wondering if you'll somehow meet Tenna in your own dreams. The chances seemed to be likely, although you still had some doubts.

Shrugging, you decided that the only way that could be possible was if you headed to bed. So you went inside and shut the door, sighing as you hung up your bag on the coatrack and rubbed your eyes.

But the peace and quiet you were used to coming home to wasn't there right now.

Instead, you felt a rather...heavy and foreboding presence.

One that that made your heart pound, warning your gut that there was someone else in this house with you.

Somebody that shouldn't be here.

"Hello...?"

There was no response.

After grabbing a hammer off the counter for protection, you wheeled yourself towards your room, that same sensation only worsening the closer you got to the door. Then you were right in front of it, confused as to why it was fully closed, knowing damn well you didn't leave it that way when you were heading to school.

All instincts told you not to open it up, to get away and call the police....yet curiosity got the better of you, as you cautiously pried it open.

At first, nothing seemed amiss...

Until you spotted a dark and tall skeletal figure standing in the very corner, merged with the shadows. They appeared to be a monster, and normally you wouldn't think to judge their appearance.

But they looked nothing like any resident of the town you've seen before. Plus, they're just here...in your room, and you had no idea why or what they wanted. They seemed fixated with your television, speaking to it in a language you couldn't understand.

"H-Hey. Who are you?! That TV isn't for sale.."

They were caught by surprise, immediately turning to face you. They had a singular glowing mouth/eye, and sharp claws with holes in the palms, clutching a long and jagged sword.

Fear gripped your heart as you stared back at the monster, hands trembling as you knew you were no match for them. You tried to remember what your parents told you about intruders....but they've never said anything about sword-wielding ones.

They took one step towards you, and you immediately surrendered, terrified for your life.

"A-Actually, you can have it! It's yours. I know it's a rarity, so...j-just take it and leave me alone." You pleaded, trying to move yourself backwards. "Please..I-I don't want any trouble."

They stepped closer, a smaller sword manifesting out of thin air beside them.

"Wait, wait....what are you doing with that??"

Their only response was a wicked grin, before they suddenly threw their arm up and slammed it back down, the sword following their movements and stabbing the floor itself.

In an instant, a pillar of bright white light illuminated the entire room, followed by thick billowing clouds of black smoke that enveloped every single one of your senses.....

After that, there was total darkness.

You woke up in a strange place.

"..h...huh?"

As you slowly regained consciousness, you realized you were somewhere cold and a dark. A rickety wooden floor was beneath you, creaking under the weight of you and your wheelchair. And in the distance, you could hear the whistle of a wind draft.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to survey your surroundings and make sense of what exactly happened.

'There was an intruder...a monster with a sword. They were in my room...and.....huh?' As you took your hand away from your face, you realized you were wearing armored gauntlets with black gloves. 'What? When did I get these..?'

You then looked down at yourself, seeing that your outfit was completely different: befitting of a medieval blacksmith, with a silver chest plate covered by a black leather apron. In your other hand was a weapon--a large hammer, to be more precise, that shimmered with magic.

Not only that, but your wheelchair was different, too. It was covered in armored plates, bearing the symbols of Delta Rune on the armrests. You definitely didn't engrave any of those, so...how was that possible?

Could this be the same dream Susie had about-?

A shriek from the darkness startled you, and upon looking up....your blood ran cold as you realized it was the same knight-like monster from before. Somehow, they brought you here....and you still had no idea what they wanted.

"Oh come on...I..I-I told you it was yours!" You shouted, terrified out of your mind. "Do you even understand me?? I don't want any trouble!!"

They tilted their head to the side, lowering their weapon. But instead of giving you an answer, they raised their free hand, and from the hole in their palm, a violet beam of energy burst forth and made contact with you.

It didn't hurt, but you felt yourself being pulled towards it, helpless to stop-

"OH NO YOU DON'T!!"

Out of nowhere, a microphone was thrown at their head, cutting off their energy beam as they shrieked and spun around to see who did that.

"Y-Yeah! That's what you get for sneaking up on me!!"

You realized who your savior was, eyes widening.

It was Tenna, or at least..his gameshow-persona. And he was a lot taller than what he appeared on television. He looked scared as hell, as though regretting his actions. But he wiped away the sweat on his screen and made himself look bigger, huffing as he put his fists up.

"That's right...I-I'm back. I don't take orders from you anymore. So...if you want a fight, then....huh?"

Much to his confusion (and yours), the Knight transformed into a floating ball of darkness, flying past him and vanishing from sight--as though they suddenly didn't feel like fighting or kidnapping you anymore.

But...at least they've gone away for the time being.

"You there! Are you alright??? Did they hurt you?? I didn't think my aim would be that good."

You turned your attention back to Tenna, surprised that he was now talking to you directly. But when he recognized you, he gasped. "Wait, could it be...you're [y/n], right??"

"Uh...yeah?" You blinked slowly. "I'm okay. You're...the Mr. Ant Tenna?"

"Oh please. Just "Tenna" is fine! That's what you've been calling me!" He waved you off with a small laugh. "Are you familiar with Susie? Ah, what a sweetheart she was to send me to your parents' doorstep! She kept her promise. If only I could thank her.."

To say you were stunned would be a total understatement.

You were finally having a dream about this same person your friend spoke of--the one you hoped to meet. But the strangest thing was that you don't remember ever falling asleep.

You had no idea where you were or why you had this strange armor on....nor why that knight-like figure attacked you.

Your mind was still a bit hazy, so you decided to spare yourself the headache and not think about that right now.

"I know Susie. She...told me she had-"

"It's funny. One moment, I'm playing court jester to a King and his son, and the next...I'm here! YOU'RE here!" He pointed to you with dramatic flair. Somewhere in the distance, an audience was cheering. "You....You're the one who fixed me up, aren't you?" His voice went quiet as he then kneeled in front of you, hands clasped together like a prayer. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"I....you're welcome, I guess." You were still having a hard time grasping all of this. But then again, you must've been dreaming...so nothing truly had to make sense here. "Susie talked about you in one of her dreams."

"Dreams....?" He seemed confused at first, although he perked up. "Why...of course! I'm sure she told you a lot about me, didn't she?"

"Yeah, and...also about Kris."

"...I figured as much. I'm gonna miss them a lot...Toriel, Asgore, Asriel..." His shoulders slumped.

You blinked. "You knew all of them?"

"Knew them? I've been with them their whole lives, kid!" Tenna cleared his throat. "You see, I was the one they all gathered around during holidays and even regular ol' days! Just one big happy family sharing smiles, tears, and screams around my screen." His face glitched to show the inside of the Dreemurr's living room space. "I've gotten them through good times, bad times...everything! But then.... things changed. Everyone was fighting, some left and never came back. Those who stayed...didn't even look at me anymore."

You frowned slightly, seeing his antennae droop as the image disappeared, replaced with a frown of his own. "I kept asking myself...where did it all go wrong? Why couldn't I keep them together? I thought I was going to be unplugged for the last time and thrown out. But then Susie had this great idea. She told me that wasn't my fate. She found somebody who'd want me. And....that turned out to be you, [y/n]." His smile returned.

This was...some interesting information. You barely knew about Kris' family--except for the fact that Toriel's and Asgore's separation was apparently the talk of the entire town--so to learn that their own TV had seen the fallout from inside the house and somehow believed it was his fault was....quite heartbreaking.

You're surprised he's even telling you all of this.

"I'm sorry you had to see..whatever went down in that house. But if you don't mind me asking, do you remember how you got um...so banged up? Was it that knight?"

".....yes. I...w-went against their word, and delivered the grand prize to my contestants. Then out of nowhere, I felt this pain and...e-everything went dark after that." Tenna clutched at his arms, as though afraid they weren't there. "I'm okay now, though. Susie and her friends fixed me up. But you made me feel like brand new."

Standing up, he looked down at you with a warm smile. "And in turn, I've made you the happiest you've been in a long time! Am I right or am I wrong?" He tossed his hands up in glee.

You couldn't protest that. If he had seen everything that happened in the Dreemurr household, then surely...he's heard all the things you've said to him back in your world.

Everything from your chronic pain, to how different you felt from your peers, and to how silly yet comforting it was talking to a television set. He knew so much about you, so it's no wonder he wanted to tell you so much about himself.

"Yeah. You did. I really do enjoy watching those programs after school."

"....you do?"

His change of tone was like an emotional whiplash, and you were confused as he began tapping his fingers together nervously. "They haven't...bored you yet?"

"No. Why do you ask that, Tenna?" You tilted your head, seeing him now looking down at the floor. In that moment, you swear you heard him sniffling. "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing. I just...wanna take a quick survey. Do you like sports? What's your favorite part of TV Time-?"

"Are you afraid that...I'll get bored of you, too?"

Judging from how he shrank significantly--becoming even smaller than you---your answer was right on the money. You felt bad for even asking him that, but you didn't want him to hide anything else from you.

"I'm sorry. Even after all this time, I...I-I still feel useless." A spotlight illuminated him as his antenna drooped once more, his screen going completely black. "I admit it. I'm outdated. I don't come with any updates. I know nothing about apps, or streaming, or the Internet. I can't even come up with new segments for my gameshow!! You were fully committed to fixing me, and yet...this is all I can offer. The same reruns, the same weather reports, the same quizzes, same prizes..the same....everything!" He clutched his head, falling to his knees. "I'm sorry if it's not enough. I...I try my best. I just...don't wanna become junk.."

Hearing his words only made your heart sink further. Susie definitely didn't say anything about him having all this unresolved trauma in her note.

But...you wanted to comfort him.

Even though you're still convinced this was all nothing more than a dream, you were feeling a certain type of guilt that would probably haunt you if you woke up.

You were determined to help him, and prove that you wanted him to stay with you.

Somehow this world knew your exact thoughts, and reacted accordingly by projecting a spotlight onto you. You didn't mind the soft music playing in the background, nor the hush from the invisible audience.

Instead you just looked at Tenna. "Why would I wanna get rid of you? Meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened to me."

His antenna twitched slightly.

"Listen, I know how it feel to seem "boring". After my accident, nobody really wanted to hang out with me anymore, and...tinkering with machines is all I'm really good at. Moving into a new town didn't make me feel much better. I still felt useless. Like I'd never amount to anything. But now? I'm happy knowing that I've been able to help you with my skills. My parents were pretty proud of me...but you might've already heard that, huh?"

"........."

Continuing, you sighed. "Honestly? Modern TV is kinda overrated. There's too many commercials, too many things locked behind "yearly plans"....it takes all the fun out of watching it. But with your shows, I don't have to worry about any of that crap. I needed an escape from reality, and repairing you, talking to you...has made me feel less lonely. It helped me forget my pain. It made me feel like I've gained a friend." You smiled warmly, hoping he could see it. "You've helped me more than you realize, too. Plus, you saved me from that scary knight back there."

He could feel a squeeze on his heart, and he sniffled again, slowly looking up at you. "Y-You...think of me as a friend?"

"Of course." You wheeled closer, holding your hand out to him. "I don't regret fixing you, Tenna. Not one bit."

"So...you're truly happy with me? Are you sure my broadcasts are good enough?"

"They're more than good. They're marvelous." You chuckled at the way his screen flickered back to normal, his mouth completely agape.

"Marvelous??"

Just like that, the dramatic spotlights were gone. His size changed back to normal, and his grin was wider than ever before. "Oh, thank you!! Thank you!!!" He shook your hand vigorously, as though he was accepting the Nobel peace prize. "I knew I wasn't boring you yet! I knew it all along! I'll never doubt you ever again!"

"Sure, haha." You smile back, letting his hand go as he pulled a microphone out of thin air. "So..I don't think I wanna wake up just yet. What should we do now?"

"I'm glad you asked!" He laughed. "I have a plan to repay you for all your generosity! Have you always wanted to be on one of my shows???" Holding the microphone to you, you blinked for a moment, flustered that you were being put on the spot.

"A-Ah..well-"

"Oh what am I saying? Of COURSE you do!! Well, my dear friend, you're in luck! Because NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO LIVE THAT REALITY!!"

"...wait wha-"

With the snap of his fingers, the lights in the decrepit area suddenly cut out, and when they came back on--you found yourself on a colorful stage, sitting in front of a podium with a smaller microphone. Behind you was a large screen with the "TV TIME" logo displayed, and in front of you was an audience of creatures made from shadows.

They were all applauding and cheering, the volume growing tenfold as Tenna appeared beside you, bowing.

It was exactly like the program you loved to watch.

Only this time, you were the star.

"THAAAT'S RIGHT, FOLKS! We are officially off hiatus and back on the air! Isn't that wonderful?" He clasped his hands together, before gesturing to you. "And we could all thank our lovely contestant for that! So let's give 'em a hand, everyone!"

Bashful at all of this attention, you waved politely to the crowd, who was already throwing flowers onto the stagefloor. You managed to catch one and rest it on your podium, grinning.

This was definitely one vivid dream you were having, but you were looking forward to whatever Tenna had in store for you this "episode".

"Now let's jump right into our first round! Don't touch that dial! Beeeecauuuuse....IT'S. T.V. TIIIIME!!!"

#clanask #anonymous #deltarune x reader #deltarune tenna #teen reader #child reader #platonic #disabled reader

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usagiarchive · 4 months ago

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dumb tactics — jing yuan x reader

sypnosis. [ 0.3k words. fluff. established relationship ] — a game, a whistle, a kiss.

usagi's note: i haven't written in a while bcs i was caught up in academics, but i swear ive been cooking, like i have a rlly good upcoming plot so im very excited!! see more of my rambles after the fic, enjoy!!

“Your turn, A-Yuan,” you say as you drop your piece on the board.

It had been another one of those restful afternoons where the two of you simply basked in each other's presence. Today included a game of starchess.

Your lover looked seconds away from falling asleep so you called his name once again.

“Mhm,” he simply hummed, yawned, then moved his piece, “My love, do you know how to whistle?”

You raise an eyebrow, “Whistle…?” you echoed as you moved another piece.

“Yes,” he moves and takes one of your pieces. “I heard from Qingzu that whistling makes birds feel safe enough to rest next to humans,” he says, then stops to listen to the flock of birds you keep in the garden.

“Well yes, I do know how to,” you say as you take a piece of his.

Jing Yuan turns to look at you expectantly, using his signature pleading look.

You roll your eyes as you breathe out a laugh, “Alright, fine,”

You whistle a tune you know and wait for the birds… but nothing… happened?

You turn to look up and find the little creatures, but they just stayed in the trees.

“Yuan, I don't think it's working, maybe I'm doing it wrong, hold on let me try again,” you say as you turn back to him and whistle a different tune when-

He kisses you.

A quick peck and he pulls back with a :3.

Wait-

“Was the whole thing a ruse so you could kiss me?” You ask while just staring at him.

“Forgive me, Lady Bailu had told me something of a similar story earlier this week, I just… simply wanted to try it out,” he says still smiling.

You sigh in exasperation at his antics.

“You do know if you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked me, right?”

“Mm, but where's the fun in that, dear?”

You smiled amusedly, “You should be glad I put up with you,” you tease, “But do spit out my chess pieces, A-Yuan, you're not getting off the hook this time,”

The General turns his face away with a sly look.

“Jing Yuan!”

usagi's note: SO ANYWAY. one of the reasons why ive been so happy this week is bcs i hit my first 200+ cdmg in genshin like im so proud (i have shit builds okay) but like the cr is 37 ish so i think i should get that up to probably 50 or 60%? but im worried the cdmg will drop to the 100s again.

another one is bcs i learned smth rlly cool during my science class, thats is soooo gonna be the theme of the next fic i write, oh and its gonna be w scara btw cuz he's the one i hit the 200+ cdmg with hehe. but im kinda worried i won't be able to finish the outline within this week bcs ive been made head of a few projects especially with our entrepreneurship class so idk we'll see... ANW I HOPE U ENJOYED PLS SEND ASKS ILY ALL BYE THX FOR 150 I CRIED (REAL) !!!

@usagiarchive 2025. do not repost, translate, or use for AI. reblogs, likes, and comments are very appreciated!!

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candycandy00 · 1 year ago

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Character: Sukuna

AU setting: Church

spice level: NSFW

Mood: writers choice

Kinks: Non-Con(however would it be alright if it's consensual non con?), daddy kink, breeding, spanking, Size difference and Praise

(Could it be Fem reader? Thx !! :))

Father Sukuna’s Discipline - A Sukuna x Reader Fanfic

I might have added a couple kinks and took some liberties with the CNC kink but I hope you like it!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Sukuna as a Priest. Probably very offensive to Catholics (I know nothing about Catholicism so please look over any errors). Breeding. Spanking. Sort of CNC. Dubcon. Daddy kink (he’s a priest so Father is used instead of Daddy), light bondage. Size difference. Rough sex. Praise. Dividers by @benkeibear.

Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! Any feedback whatsoever would be adored!

You stand in the drafty hallway outside Father Sukuna’s office, shifting from one foot to the other. He’s angry with you. He definitely saw that you were late for morning prayers, and he happened to be walking by when you flubbed reading the study verses to your students. As a new nun working in this Catholic school, you should be providing a strong example for the students to follow. Instead, they giggle when you try to scold them.

Father Sukuna, the headmaster, has had to discipline you several times now for your careless behavior and mistakes. You appreciate that he’s taking the time to give you such personal attention, but his punishments can be… severe.

And so you take a deep breath before knocking lightly on his door. He calls for you to come in, so you twist the brass doorknob and push the heavy wooden door open, then step inside.

The room is large, with high ceilings and tall windows along the back wall. The air is chilly, despite the low fire burning in the fireplace. You flinch when the door slides closed behind you, feeling like you’ve been sealed in.

There’s a large wooden desk in the center of the room, and behind it sits Father Sukuna, looking at you over the top of his reading glasses and closing the Bible in his lap before placing it on the desk.

“Do you know why I asked you to come?”

His voice is deep and smooth. His black priest robes do little to conceal his muscular form. As he pulls off his glasses, his unusual red eyes seem to shimmer. His handsome face is lined with black tattoos, remnants of his former life before joining the priesthood.

You fidget beneath his piercing gaze, thinking, far from the first time, that it’s a waste for someone like him to be a priest. Sensuality seems to ooze from every pore on his body. Every little move he makes, every word he utters with that voice, makes you think impure thoughts.

“I was late this morning,” you say, looking at the floor.

“And?” he prompts.

“And I messed up my reading of scripture.”

“Twice,” he adds.

You nod pathetically. “Yes, twice.” You raise your head then, meeting his eyes. “I beg your forgiveness, Father! I’ve only been a nun for six months now. I’m having a hard time adjusting.”

He stands up from his leather chair and walks around the desk to stand in front of you. This close, you’re very aware of how tall and big he is, how he towers over you, how he could throw you around like a rag doll if he wished. You can smell his cologne, a deep musky scent with contrasting cherry blossom undertones.

“It seems that you need more discipline, Sister. Did you come prepared?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, your face burning with shame as you reach your trembling hands down and grip your robe. Hesitantly, eyes on the floor to avoid his face, you slowly pull the fabric up to your waist.

Just as he instructed, you’re wearing no panties, only black silk thigh high stockings. Even with your soft thighs pressed together, he can definitely see your bare pussy, shaved the way he demanded.

“Ah, so you can follow instructions after all,” he says, and you glance up at his face to find him grinning widely. It’s an expression wholly unbecoming of a priest.

You watch as he steps back to his desk and uses one arm to knock everything off it with a single swipe. Then he pats the desk and says, “Climb on, and get in position for your punishment.”

You drop your robe and move over to his desk. He lifts you up and sits you on it, then you nervously maneuver yourself to be on your hands and knees. Your limbs are shaky as he walks around behind you and jerks your robe up again, letting it bunch up at your waist, leaving your lower half bare. One of his large hands sets upon your naked ass, then rubs down it, tracing your shape.

“As for what we discussed earlier… are you still certain?” he asks.

“Y-yes,” you say.

Two days ago, Father Sukuna proposed giving you “special discipline” to help you improve as a nun and turn away from your careless, sinful behavior. He said it would be intense, possibly painful and embarrassing, and that you would have to consent to allowing him full access to your body, using it however he sees fit. He gave you those two days to think about it. Today, you gave him your answer.

Now, with his eyes roaming over your exposed flesh and his warm hand squeezing the fat of your ass cheek, you don’t regret your choice, even if it’s humiliating. Because you truly do want to be the best nun you can be, and… being touched by a man like him, so tall and so intimidating, with those wild tattoos, makes your body quiver with excitement. So many nights you’ve laid in your bed, shamefully touching yourself while thinking of him.

He gave you a word, what he called a “safe word”, for you to say if you decide you can no longer handle the discipline and want to stop. Otherwise, he said, he would continue no matter what you say. The very thought of being completely at his mercy both frightens and thrills you.

Stepping around to the front of you, Father Sukuna pulls your rosary from your neck and winds it tightly around your wrists, binding them together and forcing you to lean more on your elbows than your hands. This makes your position slightly more unstable, and leaves your ass elevated higher than the rest of you.

He moves out of sight for a moment, and returns holding something in his hands. It’s a large wooden paddle with several holes drilled into it. Your eyes widen as you stare at the threatening object.

“Years ago, before I became Headmaster, this paddle was used to punish misbehaving students. We don’t do that anymore, but we keep the paddle around. Sometimes it’s effective to just have it lying on the desk when talking to an unruly student.”

He slaps the paddle into his open palm, resulting in a loud thwacking sound that makes you jump. “The holes supposedly make it sting more,” he tells you, that unnerving grin spreading across his face again.

Moving to your side, he holds the paddle up, looking down at your glassy, wide eyes, then he swings it downward, smacking the harsh wood against your trembling, vulnerable ass. You cry out in pain, feeling the burn of the holes, instinctively trying to scoot away.

Father Sukuna uses his free hand to firmly grip your shoulder, holding you in place, before bringing the paddle down again. This time the sting is enough to bring tears to your eyes and a scream from your throat.

But he remains merciless.

Thwack!

Three more hits, each one hard enough to make your body jump from the desk. Your ass burns. It has to be totally raw by now.

“Father, please! Forgive me!” you weep, your knees nearly collapsing, your face now buried in your forearms, your hands clutching the rosary that has them bound together.

Father Sukuna pauses and sits the paddle on the desk beside you. He uses his now empty hand to grip your sore cheek, kneading it, making you whimper.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and you struggle to comply, scooting your shaking knees further apart. He leans over to look, making you flush with heat and embarrassment. “Such a sinful body,” he says. “You’re absolutely dripping.”

“I’m so sorry, Father!” you cry, desperate to close your thighs and hide your shame, but knowing better than to anger him.

You feel his hand slide down, and then his fingers dip into your wet folds. You shudder, fighting the urge to try to pull away. He laughs as his fingers brush over your clit, making you twitch. “Such a fuckable little cunt,” he says, and you glance back at him over your shoulder, shocked by his words.

“Father?” you ask, trying to ignore the feeling of his fingers stroking you.

“Hmm? Do my words concern you, Sister? I find that hard to believe when this soaked pussy is practically begging to be fucked. Do you want that? Do you want to be fucked by my huge cock?”

“I… I don’t…”

He suddenly withdraws his hand, picking up the paddle again in one smooth motion and then slamming it back down on your raw, stinging ass. This time it hits so low that it connected with your pussy. You squeal and jerk, and Father Sukuna holds the paddle up to his face. “You’ve gotten it all sticky,” he says.

After sitting the paddle back down, he reaches down with both strong hands and effortlessly flips you over onto your back. He grabs your bound wrists by the rosary and jerks your arms above your head, then forces your legs even wider apart. He pulls your whole body down toward the end of the desk, making your robe ride up even further, nearly exposing your chest.

He uses one hand to pull up his own robe and open the black pants underneath. “I fucked countless women before becoming a priest,” he says, his voice deeper than usual. “I thought I got it all out of my system. But fuck it, I’m still a man. So I’m gonna ruin this cute little pussy of yours.”

His tone of voice, his manner of speech, they seem different, rougher. “F-father, please,” you beg, “be gentle with me!”

He pulls a massive cock from his pants and lines it up with your entrance. “Not a fuckin’ chance!” he says, then immediately shoves himself all the way in.

You gasp as you feel yourself being completely stuffed, his hands firm on your waist, keeping you steady as he pounds into you. “Please forgive me, Father!” you sob out.

“Huh? Forgive you for what?” he asks, that maniacal grin on his face.

“F-for being so sinful!”

He laughs before he leans down and extends his tongue, licking a stripe up your crying face. “No need to apologize. Your tight pussy feels fucking incredible! This sinful body of yours is a blessing!”

You feel dazed, out of your mind, as his cock repeatedly slams into you. You have no idea what’s right or wrong anymore. You gaze up at him through teary eyes. “Is… is this part of the discipline? To make me a better nun?”

He reaches one hand down to stroke your clit, making your hips buck off the desk. “Yeah, I’m making you a better nun!” he grunts. “I’m making you my personal little slutty nun!”

You can’t take anymore. Your mind and heart are so confused. Only your body seems to understand Father Sukuna’s discipline. So you let go, you let yourself fall over the edge, and you scream out his name as you cum around his cock, clenching him with everything you have.

His grin only gets wider, his red eyes gleaming, as he fucks you even harder. And when you finally feel him pulsing inside you, followed by a gush of his hot sticky cum filling you up, you lose all strength, going limp on the desk beneath him.

Once he’s bottomed out, he pulls back and looks down at you. “Good girl, taking my cock so deep. I’ll forgive your mistakes this time,” he says as he buttons his pants and pulls his robe back down. His voice is returning to his more formal tone. “But if you don’t show more grace as an employee of this school, I will have to discipline you again.”

He reaches down and unties your hands, then gives your rosary back to you, leaving you speechless and stunned. You quickly recover and scoot off the desk, jerking your robe back down to hide the cum dripping down your thighs.

“Thank you, Father,” you say with a quivering voice as you hurry out of the room.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #Candy #candys2kevent

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hobiebrownismygod · 1 year ago

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Can you do a 42 Miles fanfic where we style and/or braid his hair but he’s pretty tender headed (even tho he tries to act tough)?

I have no idea how to braid his hair type so I did some research for it! pls let me know if anything is inaccurate and I hope you enjoy this little fic! As always, thx for requesting <3

Possible TW: reader is referred to as "Mami" (femreader), mention of Rio, kissing on the cheek (romantic tw), unedited (pls lmk if theres any errors/inconsistencies so I can fix them)

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"Hold still!" You exclaimed, pulling his head back as he let out a yelp. "You're braiding too tight!" he hissed, closing his eyes shut and groaning.

"Hey, I'm trying my best!" you exclaimed with a frown, loosening your grasp on his hair lightly in an attempt to be gentler. "They have to be tight or else they'll get loose too quick!"

He grumbled, sitting up straight and gripping onto the chair tightly to mask how much pain he was in.

This wasn't the first time you were braiding your boyfriend's hair, but you were starting to hope it would be the last. He was so tender-headed, you couldn't even touch his head without him letting out a yelp. How had his mom been dealing with him all these years?

But then of course, Rio had more patience than you'd ever seen in a mother so you weren't too surprised.

He grunted in frustration, squeezing his eyes shut as you finished one of his cornrows, tying a rubber band to the end as gently as you could. "Miles..." you said, putting your arms around his neck from the back. "Do you want to take a break? Let your scalp breathe?" you asked a little teasingly.

"No! I'm fine." He said annoyedly, folding his arms over his chest as he avoided your eyes in the mirror. You kissed his cheek gently, a smile on your face. "Are you sure? The second one might hurt more."

His eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean it'll hurt more?"

"If I don't finish soon, I'm gonna be late to get home! You know how my parents are about curfew" you said, rolling your eyes and gathering up the rest of his hair to start on the second cornrow.

"Wait, wait, wait-" he said quickly, standing up. "Just uh- just give me a second. Let me breathe."

You put your hands on your hips, watching him with a smile. "Does it really hurt that bad? Have you ever tried using numbing cream, or-"

"I don't need numbing cream! I'm not a little kid, Mami." he said with a frown, sitting back down tenderly. "Alright, just do it. I'm ready"

You glanced down at his knuckles, which were turning pale as he gripped onto the arm of the chair. The two of you stayed still for a moment.

After a second, he opened his eyes to look at you in the mirror. "You gonna do it, or...?"

"Miles, you're gonna hurt yourself if you hold on too tight." you said with a sigh. "This isn't a roller coaster."

He grumbled, folding his arms in his lap as he waited for you to start, his eyes closed shut. "Just braid it."

You raised an eyebrow at him. His breath hitched in his throat.

"Please?"

You rolled your eyes again, beginning his second braid. "That's what I thought."

He stayed silent for a moment, letting out a quiet hiss of pain as you slowly moved your way down his scalp. "Thanks for doing this by the way." He said softly. "Means a lot to me." His voice was so quiet it was almost like a whisper.

"Always." you said back, your fingers moving as gently as they could, satisfied with his gratitude. "I'm really trying to be gentle man, you're just tender-headed."

"I know, I know. Thanks." It only took a few minutes for you to be done and he immediately leapt up, touching his head gently and looking in the mirror. "Looks good."

He turned around, a grin on his face before sweeping you up in a hug, arms wrapped around your waist. "I love youuu" he teased, kissing your cheek, back in a good mood now that the pain was over.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." you said with a laugh, pushing his face back gently. "I love you too, Miles."

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atarathegreat · 1 year ago

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Hello! May request a Draken sibling!Reader x Mikey. Any scenario and/or headcanons will do! Thx♡

No one knew what the hell was wrong with the commander. For weeks on end Mikey had been acting weird, not acting as childish or as ruthless. Even in fights, he was more inclined to let people at least have the ability to walk away, which was a little concerning to Draken. All the founders and captains were used to Mikey absolutely destroying his opponent, and he just suddenly...stopped.

Draken leaned back on his bed, watching his friend. "The hell is up with you recently, man?" Kenny couldn't take it. Especially when Mikey was over to hang out, he wasn't acting like himself. "What do you mean, Ken-chin?" Mikey looked up from the comic book in his hand. "Dude, you've been acting strange as hell." Draken threw a pillow at him. Mikey was the only one who hadn't noticed this change. He thought he was the same as always.

"Kenny!" Mikey straightened up at the cute voice, "I brought you and Mikey some drinks." Draken's little sister came in and set down a couple of drinks. She was only a few months older than Emma, and Mikey figured that if Kenny had a crush on Emma, then he could have a crush on Y/n. Dark eyes watched as she plopped down next to her brother, "And the ladies said that, when you have time, they need help moving a couple boxes."

"I'll get to it when I get to it. Damn." Draken rolled his eyes, "Don't they know I'm busy?"

Y/n giggled, and Mikey felt like his heart was going to implode. She was adorable. Unlike Emma, she had no desire to grow up fast, be more mature, or even dress like she had something to show. Mikey loved his sister, of course, but this girl... she was everything he wanted, and he couldn't help but compare and contrast the two the same way he did to himself and Kenny. Draken was mature and careful where Mikey was childish and impulsive. Was Y/n the same as him? He really hoped so.

"What about you, Mikey? Can you help?" Y/n turned to the shorter blonde.

Draken tugged on her ponytail, "Hey, don't start asking my friends to do your chores!"

"I'm asking for help, you overgrown lima bean!"

"Watch your mouth, you underdeveloped mouse!"

It was always weird when the two argued, hurling meaningless insults at each other that Draken would apologize for later.

For a second, Mikey wondered if she'd even be into a short guy. He was just around below average, but she grew up staring at the ceiling to talk to her brother. What if she couldn't stand looking eye level at him? Or what if she wanted someone with a deeper voice? Mikey wasn't exactly...gruff.

"Stop being a brat!" Y/n was pinning Draken down and jerking on his shirt, "I'm only asking for help, not for him to do everything for me!" Kenny could've easily thrown her off, but she was his baby sister. So, he yelled to Mikey for help. "Mikey, grab this deranged dust bunny!"

Mikey was careful to grab around her waist, no higher and no lower, to pull her away from her brother. He liked carrying Y/n, but he didn't want to hold on for too long and risk Draken seeing that he had a crush. "We should bring her along to our next fight and set her loose on the guys!" Mikey laughed, though he wouldn't actually let her anywhere near a fight. "I'll help you with whatever it is." Mikey smiled, ignoring the way Draken groaned and told him not to bother.

Despite her brothers' warnings to not help, Mikey followed her through the brothel and to her own little room. "I just need help moving these boxes to the room across from Kenny's." She crouched down and picked up a box, a box that Mikey quickly grabbed from her. "Alright." He grabbed another box underneath it, "Lead the way."

Maybe he would just confess to Y/n when Kenny confessed to Emma...

yes, the parallel is on purpose :)

Part 2

#anime #manga #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #mikey #mikey x reader #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #asks #send asks #anon ask #ask away #inbox #answered

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 1 year ago

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I HAVE A PENNY *gives you a copper penny*:) BUTTTTT ! Do you think you could do Female Fluff with Striker? If not it’s alright!

AHWFR *attempts to grab at the penny like a gremlin* i will write the sexy cowboy... as long as i get the penny in the end (TYY FOR THE ASK TOO TEEHEE) reader is meant to be an imp and they will be married bc...i say so thx

Even cowboys gotta rest | Striker x Fem! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: NONE!!! kinda short

You awoke to the lack of heat next to you. Sitting up, you rub your eyes and sit up, your blanket pooling around your torso as your husband's shirt drapes over you. You stretch and notice the lack of another presence in your bed. You look to his side of the bed, and confirm that he was not there. Sighing, you throw yourself back into your bed.

‘It seems he has already left for work.’ You think as you move to get comfortable. However, before you can get too cozy, you smell meat cooking. Slightly startled by the smell, you leap out of bed and go to investigate the smell. Bare hooves caused soft clicks on the floor as you neared the kitchen. At the doorway, there stood your husband, Stiker, in all his glory. His ivory hair was a mess, be it bedhead or your constant moving in the night you didn’t know. He was shirtless, wearing something more akin to pajama pants and without his boots. He doesn’t seem to notice you, far too focused on cooking. You just stood there, looking at your husband's back like an idiot.

You didn’t even notice him finish up the food, plating it onto two separate plates. You do notice him turning around and looking at you. He wipes his hands on the towel that was on the counter, cleaning them of all the grease and dirt on it. His signature smirk makes its way to his face as he greets you.

“Mornin’ baby doll. Yuh hungry?” You dumbly nod at his question, to which he just softly chuckles. He grabs both of the plates and moves to set them down on the table, you following behind him. Taking a seat, he continues to work, pouring you a glass of what you normally prefer in the morning and fixing himself a glass of coffee. You watch as he works, unsure why you are stunned by your husband being home. After finishing, he drags his seat closer to yours and begins to eat.

Instead of eating, you continue to look at him like he is a stranger. Striker seems to notice your gaze, and without even looking up, he snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Yuh need something, sugar?”

“You’re home.” You say after a while. He doesn’t stop eating, he doesn’t even turn to look at you, but his smirk does grow bigger ever so slightly.

“Yeah, I’m home.”

You don’t say anything more, throwing your arms over his shoulders, hugging him a bit awkwardly since he is right next to you. However, he doesn’t seem to mind, instead chuckling and throwing an arm around your waist. You begin to pepper his cheek with kisses, elated to have him home. He chuckles some more, no longer eating, instead of relishing in your kisses. While you were kissing him, he pulled you into his lap. Now on his lap, both of y’alls tail wrap around one another. Once you were done peppering him with kisses, you cupped his face and just looked at him.

“I wasn’t expecting you home today.” You say as you stroke his cheek. He leans into your touch and kisses the palm of your hand, placing a hand over yours.

“Even I can only last so long without your touch.” He purrs, causing you to blush and smile softly. He leans forward and kisses you on your lips, as you return the kiss. After the kiss, you attempt to get off his lap, only to be held back by Stiker’s arm. “Where do you think you're going? You are staying right on me.”

You smile and begin to dig in, already excited for your lazy day with your husband.

AHFDF hope u enjoyed thiss, sorry this is so short bawling i don't really have a firm grasp on his character, so I hope I did him justice :DDD

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss striker x reader #striker x reader #☾adoniswrites #HELLO PERSON LMFAO

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skythealmighty · 10 months ago

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why am i just now finding out about thisisnotawebsitedotcom i feel a little stupid.. then again i dont have the Book of Bill so maybe im lucky to know about it ???

#rocket talk #gravity falls #miss this show. anyway twink cipher fuckign jumpscared me

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Why Flatland counts as an object show: an essay

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Why Flatland does NOT count as an object show: a rebuttal

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why flatland isnt an object show: its a book + movie you assholes

#this argument is fucking stupid its just flatland

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🔘 join-my-evil-polycule-deactivated08142020 asked: Im going to tear apart your circuitboard until its broken irreparably

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lol ok have fun w that 👍

also do u know any recipes for roasted pumpkin seeds the internets failing me rn and im cooking a big dinner for me and my bf

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Oh yeah sure https://www.jessicagavin.com/how-to-roast-pumpkin-seeds/#wprm-recipe-container-35845

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Wait why am I telling you this go die I hate you

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thx for the help!

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Date of origin: November 3rd, 2021

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~~Welcome to MePhoneX deletes your favs!!~~

I'm mod Xav (the only mod rn - -"), here to cause trauma to your favorite characters :)! PLEASE keep in mind that submissions will take a while to get to, because I have to photoshop out the limbs + background or even completely recreate someone's object if they're transparent!

The background flag is in the header and the X (recreated from an image of MePhoneX) I overlay on top is the profile picture if you want to make your own :) just @ this blog and I'll reblog it!

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RULES ABOUT SUBMISSIONS:

NO INANIMATE INSANITY CONTESTANTS. I would like to avoid Apollo's Dodgeball thanks (plus it's insensitive)

No algebralien or algebralien-adjacent characters! I love those guys too I get it but I honestly don't have a good method of 'deleting' them planned. Feel free to do it on your own time though!

If someone asks me to take down a submission with them in it I will do it without questions. This is for a variety of reasons, but I think you get it.

Alright, that's it! Have fun :)

#not xed out #mod xav #pinned post #your fav is #your fave is #mephone #mephonex #inanimate insanity #ii2 finale

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has anyone else wondered why this spaghetti code webbed site can connect across DIFFERENT UNIVERSES??? or is that just me

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follow for the same picture of my crab every day!!!!! look at him :D

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anonymous asked: greeny how does it feel to be technically a higher being than most other people on the site

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sir this is a wendys

#i didnt order an existential crisis today :(

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todays liveblog!! B)

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knife and suitcase made it to the finale!! hell yeah so proud of them

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balloons talk with suitcase didnt go so well :/ i hope they can get some alone time without anyone else so they can like talk properly next time

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mepad???

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oh i think the finale challenge is happening

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baseball looks worried but lightbulb's brushing him off :|

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ojs backing away from paper??? wh

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WHJDT THE FUCK

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WAIT I HAVENT SEEN SOAP IN A WHILE WHERE IS SHE???

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OH GOD

#mics ramblings #SOAP???!??

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anonymous asked: evil woman are so hot <3 i will do whatever you want queen

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Awwww, this means a lot to me, anon! Could you find Film Reel for me and doxx him? That would be really helpful <3

#He's been evading me #It's really annoying #Hard to take over the world when I have to worry about him 🙄

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WHY DO I KEEP GETTING SENT ASKS ABOUT PREGNANCY?!

#I'M GOING TO QUIT TUMBLR AT THIS RATE.

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if this fuckass hand keeps showing up at the edge of my vision i'm going to hit something

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#maybe hes in love with you

what the hell is wrong with you.

#unreality #fake dashboard #rocket talk #roc save #osc #object shows #osc community #object show community #twisted turns reboot #twisted turns #the daily object show #tdos #inanimate insanity #paper puppets take 2 #ppt2 #ppt2 osc #greenyguy

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"Uh oh, you're in time out. Let me go talk to mama." "Mama put me in time out too." w/ rempe thx

The Adventures of Bella Pairing: Dad!Matt Rempe x Mom!reader Chapter One:

you hear the sound of the front door creaking open just as you finish setting the timer for bella's time-out.

she looks up at him from her spot on the bottom stair, her lower lip jutting out in a dramatic pout.

"uh oh, you're in time out. let me go talk to mama," he says, his tone a mix of amusement and curiosity as to why she's in time out.

"she drew on the walls with marker," you explain, gesturing to the colorful scribbles adorning the living room wall.

matt nods and looks back over to bella who starts crying again. he walks over and sits down beside her. "it's okay. mama put me in time out too."

"you were drawing on the walls too?" bella asks, looking up at him.

"no," matt laughs. "just means we're both in trouble."

you shake your head and head back to the kitchen to finish up dinner.

a few minutes later, the alarm on your phone goes off, signaling the end of time-out.

you walk back into the living room and matt goes to stand up. "nuh uh. you still have twenty more minutes, rempe."

he groans and sits back down, scratching his nose with his middle finger so he could flip you off without bella realizing as you turn your attention to her. "okay, bells, your time-out is over. do you understand why you were in time-out?"

bella nods. "i drew on the walls."

"that's right. we don't draw on the walls or furniture, okay? we use paper."

she nods again, and you pull her into a hug. "alright, go play while i talk to dada," you tell her, patting her back.

bella runs off to her toy box and matt smirks at you. "twenty more minutes, huh?"

you cross your arms over your chest. "yep. and no complaining."

"you got it." he laughs, shaking his head. "anything else exciting happen while i was gone?"

"no, just that." you hold your hand out. "i'll let you off the hook now, i guess. your time out is over."

"i hope you know i wasn't sitting there for twenty minutes anyway." matt tells you, grabbing your hand and standing up.

#matt rempe x you #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe #matt rempe x fem!reader #matt rempe x y/n #new york rangers #dad!matt rempe

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Hey love, hope you’re doing wonderful 💞

Can I request Ellie proposing to reader, thx.

hi! thanks sweetie, hope you are too!! ofc u can :)

warnings: fluff, nervous ellie !!

Ellie was fiddling with the small, velvet box when she hears the front door squeal. A few seconds pass before it shuts, then locks.

“Baby?” Your voice chimes out. “I’m home.”

The brunette quickly tucks the box away in the drawer. Her eyes dart around the room as she contemplates what to do next. She exhales swiftly before exiting the bedroom you shared.

“Hey babe,” She says. She turns the corner to see you with your hands full. You’re struggling to put the groceries on the counter.

“They didn’t have the ice cream you wanted, so I got rocky road. I hope that’s okay,” You comment as she quickly comes to your aid. She places the jug of milk near the fridge.

When she doesn’t reply, you look up at her. She’s nearly biting all of the skin off of her lip.

“Ellie?”

“Y-Yeah, rocky road is fine.”

You furrow your brows, setting the rest of the bags down. Once your hands are free, you reach for her face.

“Hey, everything alright?”

“Yeah,” She forces a relaxed smile, leaning against your touch. “Yeah, baby. Just wanna talk to you about something… okay?”

Your eyes widen. She notices, then reassures you.

“N-Nothing bad, just kind of important. I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

“Oh... okay.” You murmur. You watch as Ellie crosses the living room before retreating down the hallway.

A few minutes pass as you organize the kitchen. When you turn around after putting everything away, you find her standing in front of you, looking down at her feet.

Her head is filled with worrisome thoughts. What if she scares you off? What if you say yes, then later on change your mind? How would she even begin to cope with something like that?

“Babe?” You ask. Ellie blinks a few times.

“So, um…” She starts. “I’ve been thinking about it, and… I’m really, really happy with you. Being with you, y’know? I feel like I’m at home with you. Like, I don’t have to be someone I’m not. And I—“

She reaches into her pocket. Her heart skips a beat as her fingers brush against the box.

“F-Fuck. I’m just gonna say it, okay? I want you to be mine. Not just mine for now. Mine… always. Assuming, y’know, you feel this way too. And— And we can finally get a house together, a real fuckin’ house, and—“

She pauses for a second to get down on her knees. You gasp.

“Oh my god—“

She smiles softly, revealing the quaint little box.

“Ellie—“ You absentmindedly step back in an effort to steady yourself.

“Are— are you— Is this… real?”

“Yeah,” She whispers softly. “I wanna marry you, Y/N. I wanna wake up to you, every fucking day for the rest of my life. I— I never wanna be without you. I wanna navigate the whole damned world with you right by my side.”

You didn’t realize it, but a tear fell down your cheek. Your face feels like it could go numb from how hard you were blushing. Ellie looks down.

“Will you make me the happiest girl in the world, and—“

“Yes, Ellie,” You cry out. “Oh my god, a million times yes—“

You throw your arms around her, a surge of emotion rushing through your veins. She exhales into your hair, telling herself that she did it, that she didn’t die, and that you — the only thing that matters most — said yes.

She looks at the ceiling, trying to blink away the tears prickling at her eyes. She sniffles, then pulls away momentarily, fiddling with the ring.

“C’mere,” She laughs breathlessly. “So I can put this on you.”

You giggle, wiping your eyes before helping her stand up. You put out your trembling hand.

She slides the diamond ring on your finger before bringing your hand up to her lips and kissing it. Your eyes glisten as you get a better look at the jewelry.

“Oh, baby,” You murmur. “It’s beautiful.”

Ellie watches you, a grin spreading on her face as well. You kiss her passionately, caressing her cheeks so you can keep her close.

She presses her forehead against yours after you pull away. Her eyelashes flutter shut.

“I… I was scared. So fucking scared, baby.” She admits. “That… that you wouldn’t—“

“Oh, no, Ellie. Never.” You breathe out. “You had nothing to be afraid of. I love you so much.”

The two of you remain in the embrace as you catch your breath. You take a deep sigh, then smile up at Ellie.

“Was dreaming of this day, y’know.”

She chuckles. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You murmur. “Just didn’t know when. Definitely didn’t think it’d be today — I would’ve made sure to look the part.”

Ellie smiles at your words. Between the two of you, you were always more conscious of your appearance than her.

“I know.” She whispers. “Was gonna wait ‘til our next date night, but I… I couldn’t keep hiding it.”

You smile, nuzzling your nose on hers. “Well, it’s okay. ‘Cause now I have a reason to look real good… show off the ring, and all.”

“You always look real good,” Ellie says gently. You laugh a bit.

“Shh. You know what I meant.”

She nods, wrapping her hands around your waist before giving you another kiss. When she pulls away, she looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you so much, baby.” She murmurs. You look back at her, smiling from ear to ear.

“I love you too, Ellie. Always.”

#eve replies 𓇼₊˚⊹#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie x fem reader

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