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aaizawashouta · 5 months

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Here Comes Trouble

pairing: kirishima eijiro x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: all you wanted was a little attention

warnings: smut (minors, dni) oral (f receiving)

a/n: it’s me, hi, i’m the problem, it’s me.

Nobody hates Katsuki Bakugou more than you do. And while that is stretching the truth because you love him, he’s your best friend, it’s not stopping you from wanting to strangle him right now. He knows you just as well as Kirishima does and you want to throttle him. He’s doing it on purpose. Pulling him back every time you try to get his attention. It’s fucking annoying.

All you want is your goddamn boyfriend’s attention.

It was your idea to invite everyone over. To set out finger food, soda and beer. Even the liquor cabinet is unlocked. Maybe that’s what’s gotten into you. You’ve downed three cranberry vodkas already and the night is still young. Denki and Mina are setting up the karaoke machine in the living room. With this much liquid courage running through your veins, there is no doubt that you’ll be the star of the show. You sway to the music in the kitchen, no one notices your absence. You were the resident lightweight, one of Kirishima’s favorite things about you. It makes you fun, you’re always so serious, mama. Sometimes you need to let loose. Your gaze drifts over to the said man occupying your mind. He’s sitting at the dining room table with the others playing a game of poker. From what you can tell, Todoroki is wiping the table. It isn’t your game–terrible poker face, but you could always call someone else’s bluff.

Tilting your head, you stare at him. Eijiro Kirishima. The only person you allow to call you uptight. Because, well, maybe you are. Maybe he needs to fuck it out of you. You don’t know how long you’ve been staring, but it’s long enough for him to feel it. His eyes snap up to yours, an easy going smile taking up his face. You do your best to smile back, lifting your glass to your lips and downing the rest of it. Kirishima’s eyebrows raise at the action, a knowing look passing his eyes. Shit. Shit. You’ve been found out. If you’re good at calling people’s bluffs, Kirishima is good at calling yours. He doesn’t have to look so cocky about it, though. You huff, biting your lip as your boyfriend pushes back his chair and makes his way to you. The guys shout in protest, Bakugou's hand shooting out to land on Kiri’s shoulder. The redhead stops and glances down. Your gaze narrows when the blonde glances at you before saying something to your boyfriend. They both laugh.

You watch as he rounds the counter, arms snaking around you, caging you in. Melting into his embrace you rest your head in his chest. A soft whine escapes you when he kisses the top of your head, his cinnamon flavored breath fanning over you. Tilting your head back up, you don’t make it to his amused gaze. Sighing, your hands run up his arms, rubbing at his shoulders, scratching up the back of his neck. One hand trails back down, index finger catching the chain hidden under his shirt. You thumb at the pendant, the grove of your first initial smooth against your skin. It’s the silver band that has your attention. It used to bother you that he never wore it for others to see. But you understand now; feeling Eijiro’s heartbeat under your hand as you fiddle with the necklace.

"What's gotten into you?" he grins, taking you by the chin. Taking in your flushed cheeks and pouty lip, his grin only grows. "Fuck. Baby, don't you go looking at me like that. It'll do things to a man."

You crinkle your nose, jutting out your lip even more. You don't even have to say anything, he knows exactly what your look means. The effect it's having on him is obvious. Kirishima groans softly in his throat, readjusting himself in jeans. His gaze lingers on you before moving to the rest of the table. "Mama, please. Can't you wait just a little longer?"

With the eyes of the other heroes still on you, you decide it best not to make a scene. Lord knows they’d never let you live it down. Begrudgingly, you sigh and allow Kirishima to free up a second chair. Falling into the seat given to you, a polite smile flashed at Bakugou and Todoroki. Everyone here is family, a family built on trust and mutual respect. You aren't a hero, and have no desire to live in the clouds. But everyone loves you all the same, and because you’re Kirishima’s, they care for you just the same. They learned to read you and your moods just as they had with Kirishima . Bakugou grins at you, but doesn’t say a word. The other three watch you, but they keep most of their conversations directed towards Kirishima.

Their chatter drags on for close to an hour, occasionally rising to an ungodly loud volume when they roar with laughter. You don’t know what’s funny enough to have Midoriya about falling out of his chair, as long as he’s having a good time, you suppose. Chin resting against your palm, you listen with mild disinterest. Another ten minutes passes by until you decide that you have been patient long enough. Discreetly under the table, you nudge Kirishima’s calf with your foot, trying to get his attention. When he moves it away, unaware of your intentions, you huff in annoyance. He’s too caught up in his conversation with Sero to notice when you kick your sandal off. While keeping a bored face, you slide your toes up the inside of one of his spread thighs, stopping when you reach his crotch. That gets his attention.

Grunting at the contact, Kirishima plays it off the best he can. His hand grabs your foot under the table, squeezing it in warning. You’ve never really been good with subtle clues. Pursing your lips, you tug your foot back and he releases it. You wait for their conversation to go on a while longer before trying again. This time you will succeed.

Kirishima doesn't release your foot. His grip is firm, but not hurting you. Thumb rubbing up the arch of your foot and digging into the sole. It makes you jump hard enough your knee whacks the table. It makes you want to moan. Fuck, it doesn’t matter where he’s touching you, he’s always good with his hands. When a shaky sigh leaves you, he scoots out his chair and turns to you.

“Is there something you need from me?” he murmurs low in your ear.

Eyeing him up and down, you slowly pull your foot away from him and stand to your feet. His hands are grasping your hips, keeping you from escaping. Shaking your head, your teeth bite at the inside of your cheek as your thighs rub together.

“Don’t need anything that you’re not willing to give, Eijiro.”

His eyes darken, the color you love so much being drowned out. He scoots back, allowing you to pass. He’s on you within seconds. In your bedroom, the door shut, he’s flush against you. Nose bumping against yours, he's holding you to him, and you whine, because god, this is all you’ve wanted. It’s all you’ve thought about all day. You tried to be good, really, you did. But Kirishima is a goddamn drug and so, so good to you.

He takes your face between his hands and slides his tongue into your mouth. Sighing, you count one, two, three steps before he has you pinned against the wall of your bedroom. Shaky hands slip underneath his cotton shirt, sliding your palms against the expanse of his abdomen. You grin when his muscles clench at the light touch. You trace the line of hair that disappears into his jeans, and when you reach for the button of his pants, he bites down on your lip.

A gasp at the silent reprimand, and before you can run your tongue to sooth the bite, he’s already on his knees, tugging your shorts and panties down and tossing them over his shoulder. Bradley kisses your thigh when he hoists a leg over his shoulder. He gives you no time to process in your slightly drunken state what’s happening before he uses his thumb and forefinger to part you and drags his tongue up to your clit.

Gasping, your knees buckle and you reach for a handful of his hair to steady yourself.

“Eijiro,” You moan, hips already moving to match the pace of his tongue. “I—” Your eyes roll back and your head drops against the wall, the muscles in your thighs already beginning to shake in anticipation of the orgasm coiling tightly in your stomach.

The creak of the hall bathroom door sounds, echoing through the silence of your bedroom. Your eyes open, tilting your chin to stare down at Kirishima. His eyes are hard, wild, dangerous. Everything you’re wanting and there is no stopping, there is no slowing down. No one can see you in here, they’d have to walk in. You lick your lips, eyes flying to the door right across from you. Kirishima, well aware of the situation, only adds more pressure to the quick flicks of his tongue on your clit, you squeak in warning as a set of footsteps pass right by the door. You inhale a shaking breath, doing nothing for you as the voices of Mina and Denki ring out over the music. Fuck, you forgot about karaoke.

“Come on, mama,” he murmurs against you, and you catch a flash of his smile as he looks up at you. “Count. Let's see how long it takes.”

“Are you insane?” you hiss, eyes darting to the door once again.

A sharp pain shoots up your leg and you glance down to see a red mark in the shape of his teeth on your inner thigh. “Did you just fucking bite me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. Now count.” There’s no denying the threat in his voice. The threat of him keeping you away from your release until you do what he says.

His lips find your clit again, and while there's a part of you that knows that this isn’t a good idea, you cannot bring yourself to care. He wanted you to be fun, he wanted you loose. So here you are bearing it all. If his friends just so happen to be witnesses to it, well, that’s on you. He told you to wait, but you wanted to be a needy brat instead. No, this isn’t a bad idea. How can it be when his mouth feels that good? It’s definitely not a bad idea as you lace your fingers through his hair and start to count.

“One, two, three…five, seven, um…” You swallow back a moan and clench your eyes shut trying to focus. “ I lost count, do I have to start over?” His teeth graze your clit and you jump at the rush of pleasure that shoots through you. “I’m not starting over— fifteen, sixteen…oh god, Eijiro.” You grind yourself against him, digging your fingers into his shoulders. “Oh, my god. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty…twenty-seven.”

Your eyes close, letting your body lose itself to the rhythm of his tongue. To the feel of him slipping a thick finger inside you, to the heightened sensation of goosebumps racing up your chest.

“Thirty-three, thirty-two, thirty, thirty— oh —” you give up on counting when your stomach tenses. Your legs nearly give out, and you tug on his hair so hard you're surprised it's not ripping out of his head.

You moan his name. Loud.

Right before you have the sense to be embarrassed, your orgasm floods you, setting your body on fire and lighting up every nerve in its wake. Kirishima jumps to his feet, your shorts already in his hands, he’s holding you up while dressing you. Your legs shake against him. Your knees buckle a bit when he finally pulls back. Your head rolls against the wall until your cheek presses against the cool surface and you moan softly with each after shock pulsing through you, quaking through your trembling body.

Kirishima smooths out your shirt, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He takes your chin and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You sigh, tasting his cinnamon gum and you mingled together. It was a heady mix. He wraps his arms around you and opens the door, leading you down the hallway. It’s the flood of music and the mental haze of your orgasm leaving that reminds you that you just came. You came loudly with your house full of people. You freeze, bare feet sliding against the hardwood floor as Kirishima keeps you forward.

“Do you, do you think they heard?” You whisper, tilting your head up.

“Oh, they one hundred percent heard. Deku might be nice and pretend that he didn’t.” There is no mistaking the air of satisfaction radiating from him.

“Oh my god.”

You bury your head in your hands as you round into the kitchen. The poker game has been abandoned. Everyone is in the living room, picking out their choice song for the singing competition about to take place. Kirishima clears his throat, making everyone turn and stare. You’re sure you could fry eggs from how hot your cheeks are. They know. All of them. Poor Midoriya can’t meet your eyes. You sigh, flopping down on the couch.

You didn’t feel like singing anymore. Not that it matters, everyone knows you’re the real winner tonight anyway. A sharp jab to your side catches your attention. You meet Bakugou’s shit eating grin with a deadpan stare.

“Thanks for the win, you bratty ass nerd.”

“What are you talking about?”

He tilts his head. “Made a bet. Told Ei if he helped me out I’d split with him.”

You hide your face behind your hands. Yeah, no one hated Katsuki Bakugou more than you.

#kirishima x reader #Kirishima x you #kirishima eijiro x reader #Kirishima eijiro x you #Kirishima smut #my hero academia fanfiction

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pupcuck · 4 months

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tw - sa mention, noncon mention, dark content discussed briefly but not explicitly

hi okay sorry for the unfathomable amount of bullshit clogging the tags the past few days. i keep seeing it labelled as gilfhub drama which is pissing me off as i haven’t said anything at all, i’ve stayed quiet throughout unless you follow me and read my posts. while i haven’t outwardly inserted myself into the situation im the one being witch hunted ig, i’m making one last statement which sounds way too serious for this corny and unserious situation.

anyway, i'm mostly making this for my own benefit, because i would feel more at peace after posting this lmfao. first of all, I’m being called a pedophile which is a fucking insanely serious claim to make with no concrete evidence! i’ve never written underage characters. if you’ve mistaken my ddlg content as pedophillia i beg you to get your brain checked! your skull must be so thick it couldn’t be caved in with a baseball bat. other than that i mainly write about LEGAL age gaps bc I am 19 and leon is fucking 47 as of now he is the creep actually.

i’m being called a rapist and a paedophile and all sorts of shit. im a victim of sa, it’s happened both at the hands of someone i trusted and at the hands of those i didn’t know well. some of my writing is to cope with this, none of my fics have ever romanticised rape and made it seem like something flowery and cute and fun? i don’t know who pulled that out of their ass but my fics that involve this sort of content are usually about toxic codependent relationships, it’s quite literally about trauma bonding.

this moves me onto my next point - people say this content belongs on ao3 and ao3 only. i don’t know if you’re 11 and new to the internet, to re fandom in fact, as dead dove has been a consistent theme within re fics since forever. since i was a kid i saw fics like that and even as a fucking 10 year old i managed to scroll and mind my business. tumblr has always had dead dove, when it rebranded and the guidelines changed they messed up their tagging system. this means that even if you tag tw incest it’ll remove your fic from the TAGS not from tumblr itself but from the tags as a whole. however, if you tag tw noncon your fic will stay up, it’s glitchy and dumb and shouldn’t be seen as a reliable source on why dead dove isn’t allowed on tumblr. that’s never been the case ever.

people who write dead dove don’t have to be victims and they don’t have to be mentally ill, they are also normal people with jobs who pay taxes and have normal fucking lives. because it’s simply fiction. people who read/watch american psycho are not murderers or rapists. people who watch any form slasher horror are not murderers. people who enjoy resident fucking evil and like wesker don’t fucking believe in eugenics. i could go on and on and on and on about so many different examples in extremely popular franchises.

as aforementioned, tumblr’s tagging system fucking sucks, so to combat this i give a warning even AFTER i explicitly tag my fics correctly that says ‘tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.’ for some reason I didn’t specify remove from the TAGS not from TUMBLR because tumblr doesn’t care 😭 that was totally my mistake for not checking if that disclaimer made sense but i guess i hoped the following sentence (‘as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags’) made it clear that i was simply speaking about tags. not tumblr removing my content.

if you are genuinely adults on this app, you should know that on the internet sometimes you will see things you don’t like! because it’s the internet and everyone is on here with their own opinions and their own tastes. it is YOUR responsibility to cater to your own needs by blocking content you don’t enjoy. so what another dark content blog pops up? as soon as you see a content warning you don’t like, BLOCK THE AUTHOR? or ignore it! scrolling is very simple. it’s insanely easy to mind your fucking business.

i'm kind of tired of the endless harassment both in the tags and in my inbox! if you are genuinely doing this in the name of victims and in their best interest just know you’re harming other victims in the process 😭 i am not easily triggered but the shit in my inbox is really gross and i got called a racial slur like… is fictional content that’s easy to block so deep to the point where you have to stoop that low? everyone copes how they cope, it’s not wrong and it never will be, psychologists recommend dark content as an outlet, you can literally google this. therapy is not a fix, it can’t fix mental illness. sometimes it doesn’t help. in my case counselling made everything worse. the ‘get help, get therapy’ comment comes from a place of privilege, not all of us have the money, the support system it takes to get therapy. some of us have had experiences where therapists discriminate against us. in my case that has happened, im a woc in britain they don’t care about us not about our psychical or mental health LMFAO.

im sure im missing a lot of what i originally wanted to say here, but overall i honestly wanted to clear my name of the pedo allegations lmfao because i’ve never written anything like that about underage characters or readers. anyway if any of you have a brain you can block dark content creators in a few easy steps! sorry again for yapping in such a formless, inarticulate way but i'm kind of exhausted by all the stupidity 😭

overall, dark content creators shouldn’t be allocated a little hovel in the corner of the internet in which they should privately discuss matters. we’re allowed to post it freely because CONTENT WARNINGS EXIST. dead dove will always be a thing and always has been. just because i post my content doesn’t mean it’s open for harassment and death threats and rape threats or anything? you can be an adult and get on with your day! and if you really need an outlet go talk to friends with the same opinions as you! i see ooc leon fluff all the time everyday and i don’t give a shit, i move on because leon isn’t real.

i pride myself on characterisation and if you have so obsessively read my fics to point out and circle random words in red that don’t correlate like we’re in a fucking crime show, then you would know that half the time i actually flesh out his character, i hate posting smut alone. i simply like exploring topics that are dark both to cope with my own problems and because i think they’re interesting to write about. however, as soon as something is mildly dark and sexual you guys cry mischaracterisation. leon also isn’t lighting candles and throwing rose petals but I don’t fucking judge what people write because if I don’t like I don’t read!

i promise, posting screenshots of my fics untagged with no warning is more harmful as you’re showing it to people who didn’t ask to fucking see it. i promise that harassing me will do nothing for you, you’re literally just sending vile shit to a real person who has struggled with the things she writes about LMFAO sorry again for yapping. i genuinely want to move on and post my regular shit but this has consumed the entire leon tag and i feel like im partly responsible. if you did get through this thank you! it’s mainly just ramblings and not read over so excuse me once again

#leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #tw sa mention #tw discourse

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good-chimes · 1 year

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THE H.T.G.Y. FILES

Project team notes: Vat growth stage has been successful. Please note project is titled Human Tactical Ground-unit Y (H.T.G.Y.) and this is the only designation that should be used. Lab technicians who continue to use slang term hotguy will be written up.

Senior researcher CUB-135 has been called in to consult. Please give him access to all non-sensitive files.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Well, hello there!

CUB-135: Hi. How’s it, uh. How’s it going?

HTGY: How’s it going? Huh, that’s the first time someone’s asked me that. Wait a minute. I know that one. How’s it going. Oh, oh, I got it. It’s going great!

CUB-135: …Cool.

HTGY: Yeah. Yeah. Isn’t it great to be alive and awake? How’s it treating you?

CUB-135: It’s magnificent.

HTGY: [laughing] Magnificent. Oh, I like that. Who are you, my friend?

CUB-135: I’m a consultant. Cub-one-three-five. The project team dragged me in because I wrote the genome.

HTGY: Consultant…. So you’re the one who does their thinking for them, huh?

CUB-135: [surprised laugh] Yeah.

HTGY: Well, I’m telling you, they need it. Buncha people prodding me to see if I can stand up! You can just ask that, can’t you? A man’s gotta have space, Cub. A man’s gotta do things under his own steam.

CUB-135: Yeah, I guess. Yeah.

HTGY: [conspiratorial] Here’s a question. Got a lot of things in my head, Cub. The ol’ memory’s all messed up. I’m new, right?

CUB-135: You’re new. That’s right.

HTGY: I thought so! How new?

CUB-135: Uhh… three days? Three days and two hours.

HTGY: Thank you! Finally. Can’t get a straight answer out of anyone here.

CUB-135: …you want your genome notes?

HTGY: Boy, do I! What’s a genome?

CUB-135: Uh. Okay. Let’s see what we can do. I need some files. A lotta files.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Oh, we have to stop.

CUB-135: Yeah?

HTGY: That noise means I gotta be somewhere.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Just more prodding and check-ups, I guess. Can’t take long. Come back, okay? I'll be here, at least I guess I'll be here. I've been here all the time so far. Tomorrow?

CUB-135: …

CUB-135: Alright. Tomorrow.

DEATH COUNT: 1

Project team notes: First trial (subject vs two skeletons obtained from Lab 2E spawner) did not meet expectations. Subject (H.T.G.Y.) is slow to grasp the basics of hand-to-hand combat despite neural implants. Speed below benchmark. Precision poor. Regeneration not fast enough to alter outcome of combat.

Although a disappointing start to the project, there are promising leads in some areas. Combat abilities expected to improve through repetition. Deficiencies in combat conversely allow better collection of regeneration data.

Subject observation: when returned to room, subject spent six hours seated and unmoving. Scheduling next test for tomorrow.

[CUB-135 OBSERVATIONS]

note to self, find a way to phrase: ‘he was a project for faster injury regeneration, you fucking amateurs, nothing in that genome makes him magically good at fighting’ in a way that doesn’t include the phrase ‘you fucking amateurs’. difficult problem.

going back in. this one will be less fun.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Hey, it’s Mister Does-The-Thinking! Cub, hey, Cub!

CUB-135: Hey.

HTGY: You’re looking serious today. What’s up?

CUB-135: I’m good. I’m good.

HTGY: That’s what I like to hear. Can’t have the big-brain guy down in the dumps.

CUB-135: How was yesterday?

HTGY: Ohhh. Yesterday, Cub, yesterday. I don’t think I’m that good at fighting. There were a lot of very unhelpful skeletons, Cub. A lot of them! Really mean! I think it’s going to be regular. I am not looking forward to that.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Any chance you can make it, y’know. Fewer monsters? They hurt.

CUB-135: Sorry, man. I don’t set the tests.

HTGY: Naw, I didn’t think so. You don’t look like a guy in charge.

CUB-135: Is that right?

HTGY: You’re just, you know [hand gesture] … laid back. I like that about you.

CUB-135: Uh.

HTGY: So. Cub. Cub, Cub, Cub.

CUB-135: …yeah?

HTGY: I’ve got this thing in my head. The sky.

CUB-135: The sky? Like… all of it?

HTGY: I dunno! You people put some pictures in my memories when you made me, I think. Horizons, clouds—I know they’re made of water, but how does that work? I saw a bit during the fight and it was kind of grey? Talk me through clouds, Cub. You’re good at explaining. And the rest of it! Where does it stop? What’s above it?

CUB-135: Oh, dude. Let me tell you… let me tell you about space.

To: +Team_Members_HTGY_Project

From: CUB-135

Y’all,

I looked at your trial notes. Project lead asked for my thoughts. My thoughts:

- inefficient; - could get the same regeneration data from tissue samples; - waste of skeletons.

You want to find another way. The combat unit thing was doomed from the start. If you want a supersoldier you should start over with a ravager.

have a real one,

Cub

Project team notes: One-month project milestone. Consultancy from CUB-135 has started to be more of a problem than an asset. Unfortunately he is the only one who understands how to process the regeneration data so assistance remains necessary for now. Upskilling of team analysts in progress.

Test continue. H.T.G.Y. has been given a variety of weapons and results range from abysmal (sword) to mediocre (bow). Subject has so far lost to every creature put in front of him. If the combat goals of this project are to be met, a better training regime will be needed.

On a separate note: great interest from sponsors in mid-combat regeneration data. A variety of tests has been requested.

New data storage links: EXPLOSION (creeper) – File CR93; FIRE BURN (wood) – File FR02; FIRE BURN (other) – File FR03; BLOOD LOSS – File IN20; VENOM – File VM07, UNCATEGORIZED – UN45-UN51.

DEATH COUNT: 23

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: You know what the problem is?

CUB-135: I can guess?

HTGY: I’m so bored.

CUB-135: Okay. Didn’t see that coming.

HTGY: I’m so bored. Honestly, I’m bored most of the time. Except when I’m getting killed, which isn’t great either. Or when you’re here—you know I appreciate you, Cub, you’re a great guy, don’t get me wrong. But you’re only around every couple of days, and it’s the bits in between.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Can’t you clone yourself, or something, and leave one here?

CUB-135: Nah, outside my specialism. Hm. You talked to Mumbo much? Mumbo’s always around.

HTGY: The lab system?

[null]: Hello. Can I answer a query?

HTGY: Oh, hi, Mumbo. Yeah, I’ve talked to Mumbo. But let’s be honest, he’s not much of one to start conversations. I can never think of things to ask.

[null]: What I can communicate to subjects on this level has been restricted by administrators.

HTGY: See?

CUB-135: Get him to show you… I dunno. Cat videos. Space stuff. Forests. They won’t have locked that down.

HTGY: Forests. Yeah! Okay. Mumbo?

[null]: I’m allowed to show pictures of forests. How’s this?

HTGY: Look at that. So green. So many trees! How close is that picture from here?

CUB-135: Kinda nearby, I think. Looks like a research shot from where they caught the spiders. Lots of the wild subjects in here came from close by.

HTGY: Amazing. Hey, Cub, can you get them to take me to a forest? Tree training! Beat the spiders in their own home!

CUB-135: Why not? I’ll ask.

HTGY: They’ll say no. But it’s good to think of it out there.

Project team notes: Six-month project milestone. Useful data continues to accumulate. HTGY has improved with bow and crossbow, and survival rate has risen to one in ten encounters.

Unfortunately, a new issue has arisen in subject cooperation. Most tests are set up to incentivize survival, making attitude irrelevant. However non-lethal tests require participation, which has previously been forthcoming from the subject, until yesterday when he refused to participate at all.

CUB-135 seems to have a rapport. Suggest he talks with subject to encourage better attitude. This would be the first useful thing CUB-135 has done in weeks.

DEATH COUNT: 97

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

CUB-135: Hey. What’s up.

HTGY: Oh. Hey.

CUB-135: Not feeling it today?

HTGY: I knew it. I know why you’re here. I know why they sent you to talk to me.

CUB-135: Try me.

HTGY: It was a cat, Cub. I’ll take the fights. I’ll take the training machines, they break half the time anyway. I’ll take the spiders and the skeletons and the creepers and the fact I know way too much about what my bones look like. But I’m not shooting a cat! I don’t care if it’s safe target practice. I’m not doing it!

CUB-135: Yeah. Okay.

HTGY: …

CUB-135: So what do you wanna talk about today?

HTGY: You’re not gonna try and convince me?

CUB-135: Naw.

HTGY: Cub, I’m not shooting anything that’s not trying to kill me.

CUB-135: Yeah, I know.

HTGY: You know?

CUB-135: I read your test notes. I can guess.

HTGY: Aw, you read my test notes? You care! Don’t pretend you don’t, I can see through it.

CUB-135: What can I say. You’re an interesting guy.

HTGY: I knew it! Oh, hey, Cub, you know what? I came up with a new name for myself. What do you think—[dramatic hand gesture]—Scar.

CUB-135: …

HTGY: Cool, right?

CUB-135: Scar. Yeah. It’s cool.

Project team notes: CUB-135 entirely unhelpful. Schedule escalation meeting with bioprojects lead.

[message log start]

Lead (bioprojects): Well, you got what you originally wanted. You’re off the HTGY project.

cub-135: wait, what?

Lead (bioprojects): You’re no longer permitted in the labs on that level. I need you to turn in your badge for reprogramming.

cub-135: oh man

cub-135: here’s the thing

cub-135: i lost it

Lead (bioprojects): You lost your BADGE?

cub-135: yeah i’ve just been following people through the access doors

Lead (bioprojects): That’s against all policy. I don’t think that’s even possible. How do you get lunch?

cub-135: cheat code on the cash register. up up down down A B.

Lead (bioprojects): You’re not funny. Find your badge and turn it in to get your HTGY level access revoked.

cub-135: oh yeah. i’ll get to that.

Lead (bioprojects): You’re lucky you’re good at your job.

cub-135: just trying my best here, man

Lead (bioprojects): No interference. If the team complain to me about you again, you’re getting demoted to junior lab tech. Leave the project alone.

cub-135: sure boss.

cub-135: you got it.

[Lead(bioprojects) has disconnected]

Project Team Notes: Eight-month project milestone. Sponsors pleased with regeneration data. Two papers have been published to modest but positive reception.

After period of progress with HTGY’s survival rates in combat, improvement has levelled off. Subject appears to have less energy for reasons that are unclear. Random observational checks found subject watching cat videos at all hours of the day. Changes in diet and test structure have been tested to no effect. Rest time has been experimentally increased.

DEATH COUNT: 167

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Hey, Cub! Long time no see!

Cub: Yeah, sorry, man. Some admin bullshit.

HTGY: Your badge looks different.

Cub: Made it myself. How’s the tests?

HTGY: Oh, let’s not talk about those. You know what, I actually decided I’m not going to remember something if it’s not worth it. All the fights are the same and they keep doing them. So! I’ve been thinking. Cub. Cub. I want a cat. Can I get a cat?

Cub: …

HTGY: Just a little one. I’ve seen some options. Mumbo has pictures.

Cub: Dunno, dude. I can try. Might be tricky.

HTGY: [sigh] I guess you’re right. It…wouldn’t be happy, would it? Yeah. We can’t have that.

CUB: Sorry.

HTGY: No, no, it’s all right. I don’t want to make something unhappy. It was just a thought.

CUB-135: What’s on the screen?

HTGY: [brightens up] Oh, this? Dude, I wanted to show you this! Mumbo has this drawing program where you can build houses. This is my idea for a forest house. I think you could do it with three kinds of wood and you could have, you know, all these trees over it. What do you think? I mean, I know we’ll never see a forest. But imagine it in your mind.

CUB: … You know what, my friend, you’re really something.

HTGY: Why thank you. You could say the same of yourself—come on, Cub, don’t be shy. Take the compliment!

CUB-135: I don’t—

[silence]

HTGY: Don’t what?

CUB-135: [abruptly] I dunno how much more I can take.

HTGY: …

CUB-135: I—what am I even doing? What are we doing? There’s nothing to change. There’s no way to change anything.

HTGY: … You could get me a cat.

CUB-135: I can’t! I can barely get around the access readers! I can’t even get into the project files! Ten years of research and I feel dumb, Scar, I could solve everything until I couldn’t. What would you do if you weren’t in here? Man, that’s such a stupid question. I don’t even know what I’d do if I wasn’t in here. My references are gonna be shot. Maybe I should have paid attention to something else, maybe I should have done anything else—

HTGY: I’d like to see some forests.

CUB-135: Huh?

HTGY: You said ‘what would I do’. I’d go and see some forests.

CUB-135: …

CUB-135: Forests, huh.

HTGY: Anyway, that’s not going to happen, so I guess we don’t want to waste time on it! They need you here. And you guys need me here. Right?

CUB-135: …

HTGY: Right, Cub-one-three-five?

CUB-135: Y’know something, Scar? Sometimes I think you do more thinking more than you let on.

HTGY: Huh? Naw. Why’s your badge gone red?

CUB-135: Oh shit. Shit. I gotta go.

[message log start]

cub-135: listen boss

cub-135: first you bump me off the HTGY project, and now i’ve just had my name taken off the ravager patent. that’s my own work.

cub-135: this keeps happening. it’s not okay.

Lead (bioprojects) : CUB-135, for the last time, this was what you signed up for. It’s the same for all researchers. You have to put the time in while you move up the ladder.

Lead (bioprojects): Have you just noticed this is how the whole laboratory works?

cub-135: oh

cub-135: i’m noticing

cub-135: i’m noticing lots of things about this place

Lead (bioprojects): Good. If you have an issue, focus on your work and get promoted.

cub-135: yeah, see, actually

cub-135: if nothing changes, i’m going to leave. and i’ll take all my intellectual property with me.

Lead (bioprojects): Hah! Check your employment papers; you’re on a 10-year contract. It’s watertight. And even if you could get out of it, you’re banned from taking paper or data chips out of lab grounds.

cub-135: yeah?

cub-135: okay.

[cub-135 has disconnected]

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

CUB-135: Hey. Scar. Scar.

HTGY: Cub! What’s with the doohickey? It—oh, wow. That just zapped the light. Amazing.

CUB-135: Mumbo, lock transcript.

[null]: Transcript locked.

CUB-135: Okay. So. I made this thing to hijack the redstone gate down by the Drowned spawners on Lab 3B. It screws up the signal so you can get through. There’s a reservoir behind it. I put in a bubble elevator that will take you up outside the walls. I’ve got to stay behind to take out the cameras while you do it. Then I’ll get out with the evening shift.

HTGY: Wait, so I just take this and run? What if they find out about you?

CUB-135: If you do that I’m screwed, man. So don’t tell them.

HTGY: Yeah?

CUB-135: …Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. You could turn me in.

[silence]

CUB-135: Maybe you should. Yeah, all right. I guess, just—oh.

HTGY: Relax! Anyone would think you’d never had a hug.

CUB-135: …

HTGY: My friend. My friend, we are going to see some forests.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: The speed! The precision!

CUB-135: Whew. Man. You did nearly drown.

HTGY: What’s important here is that I didn’t, because I am an elite escape artist. And you got out too, so I guess we can share the title.

CUB-135: We’re not far enough to say that yet. I’d bet we’re still in range of the lab systems.

HTGY: Details, details.

CUB-135: You’re bleeding.

HTGY: Oh man, I know, that was from the last test. It doesn’t matter.

CUB-135: Give me that.

HTGY: Fussy! What are you, a grandpa? Ow.

CUB-135: If you don’t stop and let me fix it you’re going to lose that finger. And I can’t grow it again when we don’t have the redstone vats.

HTGY: You were never this fussy before.

CUB-135: Yeah, well. Who even did it?

HTGY: I don’t…

[silence]

HTGY: Huh. Cub, you know what, I don’t…remember.

HTGY: Hey, though. Who everything filed and stored like a nerd? Who needs all their memories where we’re going? We’re getting out! Onwards!

[silence]

HTGY: Cub. Cub.

HTGY: Don’t look like that.

HTGY: It wasn’t your fault.

[silence]

CUB-135: Scar, I dunno what I’m doing.

HTGY: I’ve never known what I’m doing.

CUB-135: [laughs] You are…something, my friend. You are something.

HTGY: We don’t know what we're doing. And that’s amazing. Because aren’t you excited to find out?

Author's note: Hey, thanks for reading to the end! There's a better formatted version of this on Ao3 under username glossyblue. I've got a lot of this au but thought this stood alone well enough that someone might enjoy it. Hope you enjoyed, have a great day.

#convex #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #lab escape au #fic #glossywrites

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whydoyoucare866 · 10 months

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heeeeeeeeeey!!! Can I request a Earth 42! Miles fic/Head canon? Where he has a little gremlin for a girlfriend??Pleeeeeeeeease??? Gracias!! ♥️

EARTH-42 MILES HC’s

Masterlist

Hi!! ofc you can! I hope I can meet your expectations since this is my first time writing HC’s, i didn’t know if you wanted it to be x reader or not, sorry I went a bit over the edge😭😭

Earth 42-Miles Morales x Gremlin Girlfriend

Okay, let’s start with the fact that since he is around his mom a lot, he has a really good Spanish, and a little bit of an accent while speaking english

Unless she understands Spanish, I don’t think he would speak it out of nowhere or that much, sure, maybe some spanglish, or him turning to Spanish when he forgets a word (Or unless he doesn’t want her to understand what he’s saying)

Rio would be a little skeptical at first if she’s not hispanic, or at least know how to say hi, please and thank you in Spanish, but she would be the sweetest once she accepts her

Let’s be honest, we all saw the way Earth-42 Miles is skinnier than Spider-man Miles and has way more eye bags, so his girlfriend and family would probably worry about him a lot

If she is hispanic, then everything changes, he would constantly speak Spanish around her and they would both speak it when they don’t want anyone to understand them

Now onto the gremlin thing (i’m a tall girl so i’m sorry if i didn’t get this right)

So, we all know Miles isn’t the tallest, but he isn’t the short, so it wouldn’t be hard for him to be with a girl who is way shorter than him

I think he would use cringy Spanish nicknames but in a teasing way, he would definitely make fun of her by calling her “enana” or “chaparrita”

It would take a while for him to un ironically use Spanish nicknames, because he would definitely cringe at them at first

I don’t think he would call her mamacita, (maybe he would but I hate that nickname so let’s pretend he wouldn’t)

He would probably make fun of her by putting his arm on top of his head, or putting stuff on the higher place so you can’t reach it

I think his gf would probably get into trouble by thinking she can beat bigger guys who happen to upset her and he would have to either defend her or drag her out of there

He loves the height difference, specially when they’re cuddling, or when he’s holding her hand and he realizes the size diferente

Okay, I think he would need a girl who’s the opposite of him, bubbly, positive, or at least someone who has the ability to make him see positively at least for a second

This man would PROTECT HER with his life, he can’t risk losing someone else

He would think it’s kinda funny when she tries to act mad because she’s just too adorable, unless it’s serious, then even he can fear her

The man would HATE when other guys use her height to try and flirt with her by “making fun of her for being short”, or even worse comparing hands with her

He would think it’s cute and maybe a little bit funny when she gets jealous or as i said, anything that involves her being mad, for him it would be hilarious to see a little person red of anger either trying to contain herself or being over dramatic

Would probably make her jealous on purpose just to see that

He would have a bitch face and everyone would ask her if her boyfriend hated them, unless he’s with her

He would LOVE to hug you and feel the height difference

Picking you up really easily while tickling each other, or her ignoring her, which is kinda unfair

He would be really open with her and allow himself to be happy, just when they’re alone though, don’t get me wrong, he isn’t afraid of being seen treating his girl right, but in public he can’t bee seen as someone vulnerable and would probably just keep a straight face while listening to her babble about something, people would even doubt that he is good for you (of course he is)

I don’t think sleepover’s with him would be that regular even if he wanted them to be, he has a hispanic mom and they’re really strict about girls and boys sleeping in the same place, it would take a while to convince Rio to let them have a sleepover (and her mom as well if she’s hispanic)

When they do have sleepovers don’t doubt that he would fall asleep with her on his chest

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales #prowler miles morales #accross the spiderverse #fluff #earth-42 miles morales fx reader fluff

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herofics · 2 months

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Could you do a HC for JJK Toji, Satoru and Choso all adults and the S/O is very early 20s ☺️ Scenario: What would they argue about/The Aftermath of it SFW please 🙏🏾✨ Thanks please take your time 😌

A/N: This was pretty fun to write. I didn’t do Choso, because I couldn’t come up with anything for him, but I hope you like these anyway

~Fushiguro Toji~

•Toji’s gambling habit is often the source of your arguments, because holy shit this man can be incredibly irresponsible

•You’re the stable earner out of the two of you, Toji works sometimes, which means he takes some sort of a bounty and kills a sorcerer or two

•He doesn’t really ever come back hurt, which you tend to worry about, but when the money he earns is gone in a week, you’re pretty pissed

•It’s his money, yes, so he’s free to what he wants with it, but he really needs to contribute to rent and stuff

•Toji isn’t very good at arguing in a healthy way, because when you get pissed at him, he just mostly ignores you

•That’s the case with only money arguments though, if there’s something else he considers actually serious like him hurting your feelings, he will listen

•I’m going with money as the source of the argument though, so he can be a bit of an ass about that

•He just usually tells you “It’s my money ain’t it?”

•He then pulls you into his lap on the couch and just wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on top of your head

•It can be really frustrating sometimes, but even if he looks like he doesn’t listen, he always does

•So to make up for it, he always comes through with the money you need to pay rent or buy food, etc

•You don’t really want to know how he got the money, but he always does

~Gojo Satoru~

•Gojo can be incredibly thoughtless sometimes

•He says things without thinking and hurts your feelings accidentally, or makes a joke that’s not in such good taste

•He’s not malicious, sometimes he just says something in the heat of the moment that he doesn’t really mean

•Gojo very rarely takes offense to anything you say, but if he does, he doesn’t tell you and just keeps it to himself

•So your arguments are usually because of something he says to you and then his hurt feelings end up coming out too

•Things tend to pile up with him, and he absolutely hates that you both have the tendency for that, because of what happened with Suguru and him not telling Gojo anything

•When you do end up arguing, it’s usually pretty bad, because things have been simmering for so long

•But you make it up to each other just as well

•The arguments themselves don’t last very long, but it usually ends with the silent treatment form both sides

•Gojo never lasts long with that though, he hates it when you’re angry with him and he’s always the first to break the silence

•He basically comes crawling back to you, apologizing

•You talk about it, and you always end up resolving what’s currently troubling you both, but Gojo especially has a tendency to go bit overboard with apologizing

•He wants to make sure you’re not upset with him, so he buys you gifts and is as affectionate as you allow

•Gojo can be really clingy, so he would basically just hover around you all the time and grab your waist or kiss you on the cheek, just do something where he can touch you gently

•It’s nice to be pampered and given affection, so you don’t mind

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #toji fushiguro #gojo x reader #toji x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk hcs #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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liannelara-dracula · 9 months

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How would reiji make his s/o get all flustered just because she's cuter that way? She gets all red and a stuttering mess when he teases her.

Hi Love,

This question is a good one. I'm sorry for all this waiting but I promise its good. This was really fun to write about for him and I'm glad I was able to do this. Please always feel free to send in asks (that goes for anyone reading lol).

-Liannelara

Reiji teasing his lover (hcs)

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slight nsfw

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Definitely, when he carries you bridal style, you'll find it to be awkward and it makes you flustered because he is usually serious but when he pulls this in public you were not ready.

“Reiji, put me down, please.”

And he will make up an excuse just to keep you there.

“Am I not allowed to care for you?" He'd smile, to which you shook your head, “No, I enjoy your care. I-I just find this to be embarrassing to carry me like a child." You'd blurt out looking away from him.

He'd smile amused, "Do you, now?"

"Yes, so please put me down."

It is canon that when Yui is changing he will randomly walk in to just sip his tea there in her room and watch her, he also told her to just carry on what she was doing.

Obviously, he’d do this with his lover once he’s gotten comfortable.

So you can best bet he’s watching you put on that school uniform like a judge.

Of course, he’s admiring but it won’t feel like that. It will just be really awkward knowing that he’s sipping his tea at this time and the vampire prince is giving you quite the gaze.

“Is it really necessary for you to watch--At this moment?” You’d say taking your uniform skirt from the bed to quickly put it on.

He’d approach you from behind, “You dislike my company, dear?” He’d tease having your cheeks turn pink as he turned you around and lifted your face up to look at him.

Your skirt was still in your hands near your chest as your tried to cover what your bra didn’t, “I’m indecent.” You blush, barely above a whisper, leaving him to chuckle before taking the skirt from your hold.

“That I am not bothered by.” He’d chuckle looking at you as you bit your lip in the thought of what to say till he spoke first.

“Do you need help in dressing, dearest?” He’d grin causing you to turn even more red.

“Reiji!” You’d say surprised.

Sometimes he’ll make the excuse about you making him run late so now he needs to dress you, but it's really just so he can get you to stutter.

He’d crouch down a bit to hold your school skirt open for you to walk into. And this bitch would just be grinning ear to ear seeing you lose your confidence and be stuttery.

Gosh and as you're going to oblige he has to do more, “use my shoulders as support or you’ll lose balance.”

Your hesitant grip on his shoulder really turns him on, and to make matters worse he makes sure that when he slides your skirt up that his hands brush up the back of your thigh.

This ass

He’d even help put your bra on if you didn’t have one on.

He’d place the front of it on you as you held it while he clipped the back on.

During this dressing, Reiji isn’t silent with his lover. He talks, to get you to talk and to see you stumble on your own words and possibly moan from his lips touching your skin.

Especially when he leaves random and unexpected kisses on your shoulders and the nape of your neck. Or even just him kissing your knee before he slides your skirt up or kisses in between your chest before buttoning your blouse.

He’ll smirk for sure when he feels you get goosebumps on your skin and he’ll point it out.

“You’re far too anxious over my lightest touch dear, perhaps tea will help calm you.”

That tea as I have headcanoned before is his famous orgasm tea which leaves you too bothered to do anything and he just enjoys seeing you get stimulated by absolutely nothing and you just suffering and wanting him to help. But instead, he just likes to observe your continuous cycle of an orgasm starting and ending.

I need to make hcs only on this tea and u being the test subject

He just loves your facial expressions and whimpers.

Another thing he loves doing is fixing your outfits, especially a dress or corset that he claims he has to fix the back of because you missed a ribbon or there was a speck of dust on it.

And for that, he has to roam his hands down your sides all the way to your back and lower just to grip another part of you he seems to enjoy.

He especially loves cornering and pinning his s/o and he’s an expert at this.

You’ll be in his lab against the table as he hands you something and before you know it you're pinned down on the table.

Or if you’re getting a book for him at his bookshelf when you turn around to give him it, he just corners you there and blocks your path.

Usually, here you’ll witness a smirk from him and a kiss or his fangs on your neck.

He has other times pinned you down on his bed for more intimate reasons.

But he’ll even do this in the kitchen when he is asking for your help.

Like he’ll adjust your hands on how to hold something and then the next thing you know he’s turned you around and your trapped.

Most of these activities he does with you are in private but sometimes he can get a little careless, which is actually canon in the manga in one scene where he was going to bite Yui he said he didn’t care if others saw.

So sometimes when he’s really in the mood he will just go for it and not care about privacy anymore.

Although he likes to see you be flustered in front of him sometimes he feels the need to expose you just a bit, there is a thrill behind it of just wondering if he’ll get caught.

Biting you, doesn’t usually have you blush but Reiji sometimes does things during this time that get you to be a shy mess.

I think its mostly because you’re not expecting him to do such things

Like sometimes he’ll be marking you and giving you love bites and he’ll causally have his hand move down to have a hold on your crotch no matter what you’re wearing.

“Reiji!”

And he is easily able to do this to you all the time, he’s just gotten so good at it but he surprises you every time because he doesn’t do it all the time.

So it keeps you on edge all the time.

If there’s one thing Reiji has learned about his lover and how to make them blush it's by getting close to them.

The best part is when he isn’t even trying to make you embarrassed.

Especially if it happens when he is trying to help you.

For example, like helping you apply lipstick if he sees you getting ready.

It is actually canon that he finds lipstick to be attractive on a girl and he once applied it on Yui.

So you can best bet that when he applies it onto his lover he enjoys seeing her have her head titled back, her lips parted, her looking up at him and then if she has a slight blush on her face he is definitely amused that he has this dominance and control right now.

Reiji loves dominating his partner in any way, so naturally she is most likely someone who is submissive or at least sort of leans towards that.

And so if him dominating you, has you blushing he’s all for it.

From pinning you down to having your hands above your head.

Or him standing behind you with his hands roaming around your body, especially in front of a mirror as he mummers suggestive words against your ear.

“I’ve missed seeing you unbound, my dear.” He’d smirk, moving back your hair and unzipping your dress.

With your reflection in the mirror, he’s able to see your reaction to which he really gets off to.

He loves humiliating you in any way possible.

Still he doesn’t compare to Shin when it comes to that.

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#diabolik lovers #anime #diabolik lovers headcanons #anime headcanons #dialovers #diahell #reiji sakamaki #anime requests #sakamaki reiji #diabolik lovers reiji

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littledollll · 1 year

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Breeding kink with Luci 👀 creative reign bby

One hell of a welcome

Lucifer x champion!reader

A/n: for context Angels are genderless, and they can freely shift between sex as they please, I stand by my statement. Dicks are hard to write about.

Warnings: kinda silly with a lil dark? Reader has a Harley Quinn personality in the beginning and likes being gory, Lucifer loving that, breeding kink, praise, degradation, powerbottom Lucifer, daddy Lucifer?, throne room sex, ooc Lucifer? bc fuck it (literally), dirty talk, kinda mean dom!lucifer, exhibitionism

Beelzebub really needed to give up on challenging you.

Up til now you have rejected the idea of a fight but recently the idea of making a proposal the next time he did seemed just too sweet, you didn’t think the prideful idiot would agree, neither did Lucifer in all honesty, when they challenged you this time after they set their same prize “if I win, you serve me instead of Lucifer” as if you worked for them? You agreed regardless, just for the amusement of it. “You know what I’m in a humbling mood, I’ll do it! but when I win, you give me your third part of hell, and maybe your skull.” You sounded amused, which was just a little concerning for the demon challenging you.

Lucifer cracked a very proud smile, it sure would be lovely to rule along your side officially, maybe your get rid of Azazel together too. “Are we sure that’s even allowed-“ Beelzebub looked around the room, waiting for somebody to say you couldn’t. Waiting for Lucifer or Azazel to defend him but all he got was a head tilt from Lucifer, examining him. “So Beelzebub, do you accept the terms of this challenge?” You ask dryly, sick of waiting for his jaw to snap back into place.

“Ambitious thing, you are. And dumb, very dumb. I accept your terms, ‘your majesty’” he replied mockingly, that cocky tone wasn’t gonna help him in any way. “You have a smart mouth, but can you hold your own against me without the help of the Morningstar?” He spat. “Are you proposing a ability based game, Beelzebub? And you say I am the dumb one..” you trail off.

The fight was over in seconds. You got the first move as the challenged, your very much useful ability, agony, making this a swift fight, with your simple command Beelzebub was brought to his knees. “Nobody said anything about pacing, right? Fair game?” You looked around the room, casually as Beelzebub succumbed to the pain, the few present had no complaints.

He had to call it though, the match would last as long as he held off, Beezelbub could chose to continue suffering until one of you tired and ended him or give up. “I will literally drive you insane, Kay? Just give up already I’m bored.”

“Beezelbub, stop making a fool of yourself and call it.” Said Azazel, sounding just annoyed.

You were sat on the floor near him. “Do u want me to help you? I’ll take myself out and everything!” He seemed to be annoyed by your teasing for some reason. “This is really sad, remind me again why and how he was allowed to co-rule?” You giggled then stoped smiling suddenly very serious and looked at him tilting your head. “I think I won, so I’m gonna stop now yeah? And if you try to strike back I will turn your insides into outsides.”

“Of course you caught yourself a crazy one.” Azazel muttered to Lucifer who was just amused watching and listening to you.

“Insanity is a beautiful thing in hell. It’s oddly satisfying isn’t it? How she talks and acts, fits right in, but can also be levelheaded enough to get things done, and done well at that, she can be as calm and collected as me when she really wants to, but what’s the point of that now? She’s simply having fun.”

Indeed you were. Beezelbub gasped for breath when you released the grip of agony you had over him. “I’d end you right now but.. I think it’ll be fun to watch you mope around while I proudly take your title as co-ruler and do your job better!” You patted his head and smiled. “Challenge me again and I will take it with my bare hands though, understand?”

You simply turned and skipped over to Lucifer giving him no time to respond. Sitting on their lap you kissed their cheek and looked up. “How’d I do!?” Azazel laughed. “Using agony first move? Nasty trick.” You frowned. “Yeah well I was- am tired of his shit!” You huffed and slumped against Lucifer’s shoulder, then they spoke. “Azazel, do us a favor and take him with you on your way out, we thank you.” Azazel did just that, and Lucifer locked all entrances once they left.

“That was certainly a show, dearest, how’s your head?” Agony took concentration, it wasn’t as easy as just commanding it upon someone, you needed to find their own, exploit it, and enhance it, giving you the worse headaches, it’s why you usually stuck with driving your opponents to their own demise, insanity came as second nature.

“Tortured! And it’s supposed to be my job to deliver it, not experience it!.. he’s lucky I didn’t end him.” You mumbled that last part, Lucifer sighed. “Must you be so pessimistic, have you forgotten you’ve won against one of the rulers of hell already? And you did it wonderfully.. such good girl.” Their lips met your neck and shoulders with open mouthed kisses while you fell silent.

“You definitely deserve a reward, don’t you think.. my queen?” you whimpered in response, hands coming up to undo their clothes while they practically tore away your own, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Lucifer’s hands made their way between your thighs, rubbing tight circles on your clit thought your underwear. “I want you to ruin these.”

“ooh please- daddy!” You cried. “Oh? That’s new, whats going on in that little head of yours, Darling?” that signature amused tone and smirk coming through as they spoke. “I want- I pick my reward. Want you to fill me up.” you moan grinding your hips against the bulge you were suddenly made aware of, making them hiss and grip your hips. “One hell of a request, pet.” Lucifer hummed and made quick work of the remaining clothes getting rid of them before pulling you fully onto their lap, you wasted no time on teasing or prep, supporting yourself on their shoulders slowly sinking onto their cock.

You ground your hips onto theirs while you adjusted, pulling a hiss from Lucifer. Their hands grip your hips forcing you to a stop. “Don’t be greedy, my darling. Don’t forget who’s in control here.” You nodded, just wanting them to fuck you senseless already. “I’ll be good, promise” you whined and pouted, wishing they’d just take you. “Don’t make me regret letting you be on top.”

“I want you to breed me- please Luci..” the second you started riding them, Lucifer started pounding into your cervix, hard and fast ready to comply with your begging. You cried out when you felt the pain and pleasure shoot through your body. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll make sure you can feel me dripping out of you for days.” The grip they had on your hips was painful, definitely going to bruise, as they repeatedly slammed you down to meet their thrusts.

“Everyone’s gonna know the new queen of hell likes getting stuffed until she can’t walk, do you want that? my pretty little whore.” You only whimpered at their words, earning yourself a slap against your thigh. “Answer me, doll.” Lucifer pounded into you with abandon making your body tense you moaned out. Another slap and a twitch of their hand before they gripped onto you again. “Yes yes! I want- daddy!” You cried, practically falling onto them as your body move on it’s own chasing your high.

“Finish that thought, pet.” You clenched around them and their hips stuttered for only a second before going back to their bruising pace. All you could hear was their groans and hisses, your moans and the sound of skin slapping. Kissing over their neck you decided to mark them as they would you, making them moan. “Such a good whore, aren’t you? So pretty for me..” a hand ran down the line of your spine making you shiver and sigh, such a soft gesture, silently reassuring.

“Go on, pet.” Oh, you’d almost forgotten. “What do you want, pretty?” “I want them to know I’m all yours.” You stuttered and Lucifer hummed in response. “Oh they know.” There was a smugness in their voice, but you didn’t understand why just yet. You wondered what they meant only for a second before they angled their hips, hitting constantly right against your g-spot.

“Oh fuck W-wait- luce!” Your legs were shaking, it was too much. You couldn’t keep moving. “What’s wrong pet? Too weak to keep going?” You knew it wasn’t really a question. So you didn’t answer.

Lucifer did it all for you. Their hand sneaking between your legs rubbing your clit. That was all you needed before you screamed, your grip on their hair tightened and your body curled into them, your orgasm triggered their own and the feeling of them filling you up made your eyes roll back as your forehead rested on their chest, panting. You swore you lost all your senses for a minute before you felt their hand squeeze your hip.

You hummed, spreading lazy kisses all over their chest while you both recovered, and after a while you noticed it. “Did you-“ they chuckled. “About half an hour ago.” Hell has never been quiet, but it’s never this loud, not near the throne room anyways, not unless Lucifer summons them. You turned red. Opting to just stay hidden in their neck until the embarrassment faded. “I thought it was proper way to officially welcome their new queen, no?” That fucking smirk.

#the sandman #lucifer morningstar (the sandman)#lucifer morningstar the sandman #the sandman lucifer morningstar #lucifer sandman smut #lucifer sandman #sandman lucifer x reader #gwendoline christie #the sandman lucifer smut

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The King's Gambit: Contracts (Teaser 1)

pairing; joshua hong x female reader

genre; smut, angst, fluff, slow burn (there may be changes to this once the full fic is posted to tumblr upon completion)

warnings; mentions of a contract, BDSM contract, mention of punishment (spanking) -- there will be other warnings listed on the final fic upon completion

w/c; 510 and some change for this teaser

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a/n; this is just a small teaser for The King's Gambit: Contracts -- there is no completion date set at this time, so please be patient with me. I am currently sitting at 31k and have plenty of story left to write. this will be a very long story so there may be other teasers posted here on Tumblr but I know I will be posting other teasers and behind the scene things on Patreon. if you would like more there is a longer teaser already available for my peaches (subscribers).

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Because of his phone call, Joshua was running late. He still looked fine but he had skipped breakfast after a pretty intense workout, and he was running on spite. Barely glancing at his assistant the man furrows his brows at the way Jeonghan is leaning against her desk.

“Jeonghan, I don’t have all fucking day.”

A smirk crosses the lawyer’s face before he offers a wink to the assistant causing her to scoff and roll her eyes going back to her work as Jeonghan follows Joshua into his office closing the door.

“No need to be so damn grumpy, Shua. I was here on time, you are the one who is late.”

Sitting down behind his desk, Joshua meets his friend’s eyes only to glare briefly. He wanted to tell him that he had no fucking idea what he was dealing with at the moment but there was no way he was going to tell him. There was no way he could tell him or Seungcheol about the conversation with his father or the Hyong merger right now. He had to figure his shit out.

“I’m not in the mood, I was hoping you’d be here with some good news. My new contract?”

Extending his hand, Joshua expects to be offered a signed, sealed, and delivered contract but instead, Jeonghan hands him something he had never seen in all of his years of rotating contracts. Turning the pages with obvious frustration, Joshua scoffs loudly before glancing around the contract to look at Jeonghan incredulously.

“She can’t be serious?”

“Oh, that’s fun. That’s what she said too when I first gave her the contract to look over.”

Joshua wasn’t finding the same amusement that his best friend was. He was looking at all of your changes as if they were slaps to his face.

“I won’t accept some of these. She’s just trying to see how far she can push me.”

Sucking on his teeth, Joshua leans to pick up a pen with blue ink leaning over his desk to start making his own changes to yours.

“She marked through cockiness? That isn’t something she thinks I can punish for? God, what a fucking brat. Fine, Y/N…have it your way.”

Jeonghan shakes his head, a sigh on his lips as he watches Joshua mutter to himself. The pen in the man’s hand moves over the papers making small but distinct changes before Joshua pushes it back across the desk to his friend.

Picking up the contract, Jeonghan crosses his leg over his knee reading under his breath before smirking and raising his brow at Joshua.

“You replaced cockiness with bratty behavior?”

Joshua only nods, lifting his hand to run his fingers through his hair clearly flustered by the morning.

“Finish it today. Pull her from whatever she’s doing and see if it fits her high standards. She makes my palm itch.”

Jeonghan laughs, moving to his feet as he folds the contract back up, slipping it into his bag as he speaks.

“Well luckily for you, spanking wasn’t one of the punishments that she crossed out.”

#joshua smut #seventeen smut #svthub #svt smut #joshua angst #seventeen angst #svt angst #the kings gambit contracts #the kings gambit #seventeen x reader #joshua x reader #svt x reader

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bwabys-scenarios · 11 months

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Reunited

Part 9

Illumi x Reader

Part 8

Part 10

After clearing the exam’s Second Phase, (Name) and her friends fly through the starry sky, toward the site for the third phase.

“Allow me to introduce myself to the 42 remaining applicants. I am Netero, Chairman of this year’s Hunter Exam Selection Committee.”

The old man from before announces to the crowd of applicants. A little green man with a head shaped like a bean chimes in.

“I’m beans!”

“Originally, I’d planned to make my appearance during the exam’s final phase, but as I’m already here…”

He looks over the crowd, a grin appearing on his face.

“I’m loving this tension in the air! So I think I’ll stick around for the rest of the trip.”

Killua yawns, and (Name) feels eyes on her yet again. She looks around the room, goosebumps beginning to cover her skin.

“We are scheduled to arrive at our destination tomorrow morning at 8 AM. You’ll find dinner waiting in the dining hall. You are also welcome to get some rest. In other words, you’re free to do as you please until you are contacted.” Bean explained.

“Okay, Gon! Let’s explore the airship!” Killua exclaimed, nearly jumping up and down im excitement. Gon nodded.

“Okay, y’all have fun but please wash up before you come to dinner. No offense, but we’re all sweaty and gross.” (Name) called after them, sighing.

“How can they have so much energy? I’m hitting the sack…”

(Name) shrugged.

“Dunno, but I’m headed to the bathroom to clean myself up. Anyone coming with?”

“I may. However, I do have one concern.”

Kurapika folded his arms as the three walked out of the room.

“Hmm?”

“How many more phases are there?”

Leorio paused at that, straightening up.

“Ah, they’ve never mention that, have they?”

(Name) frowned when Tonpa walked up. He gave her the willies, and she certainly wasn’t in the mood to talk with him.

“On average, there are 5-6 phases.”

The three turned to face him, each equally unimpressed.

“Which means we still have three or four to go…”

“All the more reason to rest now.”

(Name) blinked and looked at the two.

“I agree we should rest, but let’s clean up then put something on our stomachs first. Going to bed hungry when breakfast isn’t guaranteed sounds like a bad idea.”

“Ah, that’s correct. You go ahead and go wash up, (Name), we’ll be there in a moment.”

(Name) gave the two a nod and was about to leave when Tonpa continued.

“But you should be careful.”

The three stopped and turned again, this time intrigued.

“Huh?”

“The secretary only told us when we’ll arrive at our destination. It’s possible the next phase could take place on this airship itself. And it doesn’t necessarily mean we’ll be contacted at 8 AM.”

“Huh? Are you serious?”

Leorio scratched the back of his head in thought, while (Name) rolled her eyes.

“See y’all later.”

———————

(Name) arrived at the bathroom, just in time to encounter another woman about to walk in as well.

She stopped, looking over her for a second. “Hello, I’m (Name).”

The other woman opened the door to the bathroom and walked in, not giving her name back in exchange. (Name) frowned and walked in as well.

The bathroom was very nice, nicer than any public restroom she’d ever seen before. The stalls and sinks were impeccably clean, with pretty floral wallpaper decorating the walls.

There were even small showers, containing small bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.

“It’s not the smartest move to give others your name, you know. Others might use it to manipulate or hurt you in the future.”

The woman from before stood in front of the shower, slowly undressing. She had short green hair, and observant eyes. (Name) politely looked away, walking over to the sink to set her backpack down and take out her extra set of clothes.

“I didn’t even think of that, thank you for telling me.”

The woman stopped for a moment, holding her shirt to her chest. She turned to look at (Name).

“Don’t thank me, if we were put against each other I’d kill you without a second thought.”

The woman turned back, tucking her shirt into her bag.

“That’s to be expected with an event like this. Thank you anyways.”

(Name) stuck out her tongue, and undressed herself.

————

“Ahh~ I feel so much better!”

The (h/c) haired girl sighed in content as she brushed/combed/did her hair. She (wrapped it in a towel/put it in a bonnet/put it in a ponytail/etc) then packed her dirty clothes back into her bag. She looked over at the complimentary mints and poured them all into her bag and stuffed it full of paper towels.

“Who knows, maybe I can use this for fuel or just to clean a mess…”

(Name) shrugged and left the bathroom.

“Kurapika, Leorio!”

She called, her eyes searching through room after room. “How big is this place…”

When she finally found the two, they were passed out in the men’s shared room. She rolled her eyes as she pulled a cover over the two, leaving some mints in their laps.

“Of course. They haven’t even washed up. I only took 20 minutes and they’re already asleep. I mean after our day, I don’t really blame them but…”

She stuck her tongue out again into the room. A few of the male contestants look at her in confusion, some with eyes that wandered up and down her frame.

‘I should probably leave. I don’t wanna spot-‘

“Why hello there, pet.”

Hisoka leaned against the frame of the door, barring her exit. The way she turned around to face him was almost comical, like a mouse facing off against a tiger.

“… hello…”

She regarded him warily, her tired (e/c) eyes watching his every move.

“You’ve cleaned up. I have to say without all the dirt and sweat you are quite…”

He licked his lips.

“Devine.”

His cold, mischievous eyes never left hers. In his hands was a deck of playing cards, which he expertly shuffled.

“Why are you… why are you picking me specifically to mess with? I know you aren’t trying to ask me out on a date or anything. What do you want?”

(Name)’s tone surprised even herself, but Hisoka’s horrible grin only widened further. She feared she may have angered the man, but he moved out of her way silently.

She took this as her chance to leave, walking as fast as she could, but before she could get away, Hisoka grabbed her wrist in a grip so tight she could feel the bruise already forming.

“Someone on this ship is very interested in you. The only reason I hadn’t made sure you were out of the game during the first phase was because of that. Keep that in mind, girl.”

He squeezed her wrist for emphasis, then let her go. (Name) pulled her arm away and held her wrist gingerly, wincing in pain.

“Oh, and let’s keep this meeting a secret, alright? Wouldn’t wanna worry your friends, hmm?”

With that last sentence he disappeared into the men’s room, sitting down and beginning to build something with his deck of cards.

(Name) was long gone by the time he had sat down, almost sprinting towards the dining room where she knew more people would be.

Once she had reached her destination she slid to the floor, trying her best to control her racing heart. The few stragglers left in the dining hall paid her no mind, eating their food in silence.

There was one person that had watched her intently, wondering why she had ran in like she did.

The disguised Illumi’s gaze drifted from his meal to (Name), wandering from her shocked face, to her obviously bruising wrist, and finally back to his food.

The fork in his hand snapped violently, clattering to the ground. He needed to control himself, and quickly. Using a disguise took a lot of willpower, and it could easily falter if he didn’t concentrate. Seeing her like that, though… was enough to make him leave and rush to the bathroom.

(Name) barely noticed someone brush against her as they exited the room. The pain was intense, and the only thing on her mind was getting up and getting her food so she could rest a cold drink against her wrist.

“I’ll need to show Leorio this later…”

She trudged up to the counter, where a lunch lady stood. She ordered her food and sat down, holding her cold drink to her wrist.

“Yikes, what happened (Name)?”

(Name) jumped in her seat when she heard someone speak from behind her. Killua looked at her wrist, light concern on his face. Gon sat next to her, a good tray in hand.

She looked down at her food and poked at it with her work.

“Just… an accident.”

Gon and Killua exchanged a look. The two hadn’t seen the exchange that happened earlier, but they could tell something more was going on. You didn’t just get a hand shaped bruise on your wrist by accident.

“(Name)… are you sure it was-“

Killua put a hand on Gon’s shoulder and shook his head, silencing the other boy.

“Never mind, we’re gonna go explore, see you later!”

The two raced off, leaving (Name) to finish her food alone.

—————

In the bathroom, Illumi splashed water on his face, trying to calm himself enough to leave.

‘Who did that to her? Who would have the motive to…’

He watched himself in the mirror, putting a hand on his cheek. The assassin didn’t know what to do with himself. Getting worked up over one girl wasn’t exactly normal for him.

‘I’ll just have to… watch over her more carefully. After all, she’s a missing piece to a puzzle I have yet to finish. It would be a shame if she were to…’

He tried his best to reason with his mind that he only wanted her safe to ease his curiosity, but his heart began racing again when he remembered the hand shaped bruise forming on her wrist.

“Whoever did that…”

He slammed his fists onto the tiled sink, shattering it completely.

“Will pay.”

He looked down at his own hands, now bloody, and clenched his fist.

“No one touches what’s mine.”

—————

As the two boys trudged down the hall, Gon couldn’t keep quiet. His mind was racing with what could have happened with (Name), and Killua was even more… interested.

“We can’t just straight up ask her. She’s hiding it from us for a reason.” Killua kept his hands in his pockets, to hide how much they were shaking.

“She was trembling. What could have scared her that much?”

Gon sat down at a small window looking out into the night sky. Killua took his place next to him, watching the clouds eat the stars.

“No use thinking about it right now. Let’s try and relax before the next phase tomorrow.”

Although killua was the one that proposed this, he was barely able to think of anything else. He had never seen her look like that before, in his mind she was always smiling and offering comfort. To see his mother figure look so miserable was enough to drive him to murder.

The two chat to get their minds off of things, when Netero spots them.

————

(Name) finished her meal. Her wrist was slowly turning a dark purple, and she knew that it was going to hurt in the morning.

She left her spot at the dining table and retired to the girls room. It wasn’t anything special, just a small space with a few blankets and pillows available. The woman from before was already there asleep.

(Name) picked up her own pillow and blanket and laid down. When sleep finally took her, she was too exhausted to even dream.

—————

Illumi sits in the men’s room, trembling with anger. He finds himself clenching his fists so hard that his nails dig into his palms.

‘Control yourself, Illumi. You have to finish the Hunter exam to do your job. You can’t let yourself get worked up over one girl.’

He takes in a deep breath and relaxes as much as possible. It takes an hour for him to fall asleep, and he dreams of his childhood.

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𝐍𝐎. 𝟒 ❛ 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❜ | LEONOR'S APARTMENT, MID MARCH 1991

❧ 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

❛ Lleida had made her name as a funny girl who could lull Uspana’s beautiful people into a kind of conviviality that dissipated their guard. Even the most reticent fell into revealing laughter under the push and prod of her humor. She asked hard questions with the concerned forwardness of a good friend, too. Her knack for levity wasn’t just disarming; it made her guests candid, smoothly masking vulnerability with amusement and self-deprecation. These people, she knew, appreciated such a mask. They were keen to be seen but never truly visible, entertaining but never exposed. They loved to laugh—with, at, rarely alone. Lleida, possessed of a demeanor that was as much innate as mastered, threaded that needled for them. They unspooled, and she led them to the point. Princess Safya had never required such cajoling to give people what they wanted, perhaps because it allowed her to do so on her own terms.

❧ this is another post (prose included) that came together months and months ago ... it was actually the first television excerpt i planned ! it's not perfect, but i like it well enough. in retrospect, i should've focused the prose on what's happening at the end of the scene, but i ran out of juice and also time :^) if u can believe it, we're onto fun stuff after this, i promise !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

Before her life ended some months ago, Safya had sat on Lleida’s well-lit set and flashed back to the moment that brought her there. Aides always filtered the requests from bookers that made their way to her office. Most failed to make it past the larger press office where most intended for Safya went directly into the trash. She logged scores of appearances in a given year, but they were all picked with thought and care. Most sprung from established relationships or trusted recommendations, and it was easy to reject the frivolous requests. This particular one had arrived in a slim, unnecessary folder. On its cover, a sticky note held on. The single sheet of paper inside turned out to be a transcript from an answering machine message. Lleida’s assistant producer had left a brief, bold proposal: ‘Princess Safya is supporting a large, expensive overhaul of the educational system. We don’t really care about that, but Lleida would love to talk to her, and we’re thinking our princess would love to talk about her little project. Consider it? If it helps, we also heard our queen loves Lleida. Thanks.’

Selma, Safya’s principal aide, had stood around waiting to give further explanation, but the princess didn’t need the follow-up. The note’s handwriting was unmistakable. Indeed, it read simply, ‘I will tune in either way.’

TRANSCRIPT:

[L V.O.] Tonight’s programming is a reairing of a special interview from last year that most of our viewers will remember very well.

{Intro music plays, volume increases}

[L V.O.] My guest tonight is a treat: our very own Princess Safya.

[L V.O.] Are you happy to be here?

[S] I love late night television. I’m thrilled.

[L] May I push you on that? [S] Sure. Please.

[L] We don’t make it easy for you, do we?

[S] Is it inconceivable that I laugh along with you? {Lleida chuckles}

[L] We poke fun at superficial things, but we get serious, too. Some topics must be sensitive—unfunny to you.

[L] Is that thrilling, is what I’m asking. The audience is locked in! Look at them. You’re looking. We’re waiting.

[S] You’re working a theory. What do you have in mind? [L] How about this: you are not your mother. We know. Do you? [S] [Hums] That is a concern, isn’t it?

[S] It doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t bother her. I’m humbled to say that the majority of you seem to find it untroubling.

[L] Running a country is hard work. Your persona is— [S] Soft. I know. Old hat criticism.

[S] It’s been forty years. I like to think being that way is a choice. [L] To be soft? [S] To be gentle. To trust myself and who I am.

[L] Not every queen needs to be a warrior to be taken seriously?

[L] If you were on Tello’s set, he would ask if that was traditional. [S] I would tell him it is. [L] A woman-queen who leads

[S] {Chuckles} I would call it respecting the decisions of our elders, but maybe Mister Tello has a different definition of tradition.

[L] I think I got a rise out of her. A little one—a “gentle” one, as it were. We have to take a short break, but our princess has even more educating to do when we return! {Outro music plays}

{Television static noise}

{Leonor weeps}

#ts4 story #sims story #sims 4 story #royal sims #simblr #ts4 legacy #1992.story.post #1992.a1 #1992.e03

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helpinghanikan · 5 months

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Domestic December: COD

Day 4: Hospital visit (Gaz)

DD Masterlist

It’s hard not to panic when you hear Kyle was in the hospital. If it were serious, or worse, than Kate Laswell was kind enough to tell you that straight up. Simply saying; “He’s under a pseudonym, room 405.”

Any contractor with a field injury has to use a pseudonym. The people that put them in the hospital could want to make another attempt. Even when said contractor is transferred an ocean away. It’s only because Kate Laswell likes you that got to visit him at all.

You have to walk confidently when entering his room. Some well-meaning nurse could see you walk around all confused and ask if you need help. Then you accidentally say Kyle instead of his pseudonym and you won’t get to see him until he’s discharged.

“Knock Knock,” You announce before entering.

There was no need to give Kyle time to make himself decent. With a broken leg and an arm to match he wasn’t going anywhere fast. In a hospital gown, food stains on the collar, and look on his face that screams ‘bored out of my mind.’

“Laswell spilled the beans?” He asks, head following as you took a seat beside him.

“Nah, I just have a sixth sense for you falling out of stuff. What was it this time? A tank or trunk? Or was it the classic helicopter once again?” You ask, taking his hand in the same moment you’re making fun of him.

Ever since you found out about the whole ‘dangling-by-a-rope-from-a-helicopter-thing’ Kyle has never heard the end of it. Especially not when it’s Captain Price’s favorite drinking story. This isn’t to say that you expected every injury he gets to be from falling from things. And the jokes are only saved for when you know he’s alright.

Kyle chuckles at your comment, “couple crates fell on me, actually. Personally, I think that’s the opposite of falling out of stuff.”

Anyone else you could have asked what was in those crates. Make a joke wondering if the contents were lead or something. Kyle wasn’t allowed to answer that question even if you were willing to ask it. Instead he reaches out to take your hand, sighing as he leans back into the pillows.

“Captain says this is going to keep me out of the field for a couple months. Long enough take a holiday. I’m thinking Londan, somewhere with shops and boutiques for a couple days.” He says, already fantasizing of all the stupid stuff he’d buy at those tourist traps.

“Really? Well, I’m excited to see you hobble around London on crutches and a broken arm.” You reply, although the idea sounded great.

“I was hoping you’d have some empathy and get me a wheelchair or something. Please, baby? Take care of me?” He asks, a fake desperation in his voice.

You make the same fake voice, leaning in while you speak: “Oh, poor baby.”

Soon you were going to be kicked out of the room. Be told the visiting hours are this and that, and wave to Gaz as you leave for the day. Hoping that he won’t be transferred again without at least a phone call first.

#reader insert #domestic december #hospital tw #Gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #Gaz is under rated #call of duty reader insert #call of duty imagine

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valhallaas · 1 year

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How Sweet It Is (to be loved by you)

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni) oral (female receiving)

Summary: Bradley teaches you a lesson about patience

A/N: i’m back. i don’t know what this is, but i kind of like it lol feedback is appeciated, and as always, enjoy!

It’s your idea to invite everyone over. To set out finger food, soda and beer. Even the liquor cabinet is unlocked. Maybe that’s what’s gotten into you. You’ve downed three cranberry vodkas already and the night is still young. Bob and Natasha are setting up the karaoke machine in the living room. With this much liquid courage running through your veins, there is no doubt that you’ll be the star of the show. You sway to the music in the kitchen, no one notices your absence. You were the resident lightweight, one of Bradley’s favorite things about you. It makes you fun, you’re always so serious, mama. Sometimes you need to let loose. Your gaze drifts over to the said man occupying your mind. He’s sitting at the dining room table with the others playing a game of poker. From what you can tell, Jake is wiping the table. It isn’t your game–terrible poker face, but you could always call someone else’s bluff.

Tilting your head, you stare at him. Bradley, Rooster. The only person you allow to call you uptight. Because, well, maybe you are. Maybe he needs to fuck it out of you. You don’t know how long you’ve been staring, but it’s long enough for him to feel it. His eyes snap up to yours, an easy going smile taking up his face. You do your best to smile back, lifting your glass to your lips and downing the rest of it. Bradley’s eyebrows raise at the action, a knowing look passing his eyes. Shit. Shit. You’ve been found out. If you’re good at calling people’s bluffs, Bradley is good at calling yours. He doesn’t have to look so cocky about it, though. You huff, biting your lip as your husband pushes back his chair and makes his way to you. The guys shout in protest, but you both ignore them, too caught up in each other.

You watch as he rounds the counter, arms snaking around you, caging you in. Melting into his embrace you rest your head on his chest. Sea salt and bergamot. A soft whine escapes you when he kisses the top of your head, his cinnamon flavored breath fanning over you. Tilting your head back up, you don’t make it to his amused gaze. Sighing, your hands run up his arms, rubbing at his shoulders, scratching up the back of his neck. One hand trails back down, index finger catching the chain hidden under his shirt. You thumb at the dog tags, the imprint of his name against your skin. It’s the silver band that has your attention. It used to bother you that he never wore it on his ring finger. Used to make you not want to wear your own. But you understand now; feeling Bradley’s heartbeat under your hand as you fiddle with the ring.

"What's gotten into you?" he grins, taking you by the chin. Taking in your flushed cheeks and pouty lip, his grin only grows. "Jesus. Baby, don't you go looking at me like that. It'll do things to a man."

You crinkle your nose, jutting out your lip even more. You don't even have to say anything, he knows exactly what your look means. The effect it's having on him is obvious. Bradley groans softly in his throat, readjusting himself in jeans. His gaze lingers on you before moving to the rest of the table. "Mama, please. Can't you wait just a little longer?"

With the eyes of the dagger squad still on you, you decide it best not to make a scene. Lord knows they’d never let you live it down. Begrudgingly, you sigh and allow Bradley to free up a second chair. Falling into the seat given to you, a polite smile flashed at Jake and Javy. Everyone here is family, a family built on trust and mutual respect. You aren't a pilot, and have no desire to live in the clouds. But everyone loves you all the same, and because you’re Bradley’s wife, they care for you just the same. They learned to read you and your moods just as they had with Bradley. Jake grins at you, but doesn’t say a word. The other three watch you, but they keep most of their conversations directed towards Bradley.

Their chatter drags on for close to an hour, occasionally rising to an ungodly loud volume when they roar with laughter. You don’t know what’s funny enough to have Jake about falling out of his chair, as long as he’s having a good time, you suppose. Chin resting against your palm, you listen with mild disinterest. Another ten minutes passes by until you decide that you have been patient long enough. Discreetly under the table, you nudge Bradley’s calf with your foot, trying to get his attention. When he moves it away, unaware of your intentions, you huff in annoyance. He’s too caught up in his conversation with Mickey to notice when you kick your sandal off. While keeping a bored face, you slide your toes up the inside of one of his spread thighs, stopping when you reach his crotch. That gets his attention.

Grunting at the contact, Bradley plays it off the best he can. His hand grabs your foot under the table, squeezing it in warning. You’ve never really been good with subtle clues. Pursing your lips, you tug your foot back and he releases it. You wait for their conversation to go on a while longer before trying again. This time you will succeed.

Bradley doesn't release your foot. His grip is firm, but not hurting you. Thumb rubbing up the arch of your foot and digging into the sole. It makes you jump hard enough your knee whacks the table. It makes you want to moan. Fuck, it doesn’t matter where he’s touching you, he’s always good with his hands. When a shaky sigh leaves you, he scoots out his chair and turns to you.

“Is there something you need from me?” he murmurs low in your ear.

“Don’t need anything that you’re not willing to give, Bradshaw.”

His eyes darken, the hazel being drowned out. He scoots back, allowing you to pass. He’s on you within seconds. In your bedroom, the door shut, he’s flush against you. Nose bumping against yours, he's holding you to him, and you whine, because god, this is all you’ve wanted. It’s all you’ve thought about all day. You tried to be good, really, you did. But Bradley is a goddamn drug and so, so good to you.

Gasping, your knees buckle and you reach for a handful of his hair to steady yourself.

“Bradley,” You moan, hips already moving to match the pace of his tongue. “I—” Your eyes roll back and your head drops against the wall, the muscles in your thighs already beginning to shake in anticipation of the orgasm coiling tightly in your stomach.

The creak of the hall bathroom door sounds, echoing through the silence of your bedroom. Your eyes open, tilting your chin to stare down at Bradley. His eyes are hard, wild, dangerous. Everything you’re wanting and there is no stopping, there is no slowing down. No one can see you in here, they’d have to walk in. You lick your lips, eyes flying to the door right across from you. Bradley, well aware of the situation, only adds more pressure to the quick flicks of his tongue on your clit, you squeak in warning as a set of footsteps pass right by the door. You inhale a shaking breath, doing nothing for you as the voices of Natasha and Bob ring out over the music. Fuck, you forgot about karaoke.

“Come on, mama,” he murmurs against you, and you catch a flash of his smile as he looks up at you. “Count. Let's see how long it takes.”

“Are you insane?” you hiss, eyes darting to the door once again.

A sharp pain shoots up your leg and you glance down to see a red mark in the shape of his teeth on your inner thigh. “Did you just fucking bite me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. Now count.” There’s no denying the threat in his voice. The threat of him keeping you away from your release until you do what he says.

His lips find your clit again, and while there's a part of you that knows that this isn’t a good idea, you cannot bring yourself to care. He wanted you fun, he wanted you loose. So here you are bearing it all. If his friends just so happen to be witnesses to it, well, that’s on you. He told you to wait. No, this isn’t a bad idea, not when you lace your fingers through his hair and start to count.

“One, two, three…five, seven, um…” You swallow back a moan and clench your eyes shut trying to focus. “ I lost count, do I have to start over?” His teeth graze your clit and you jump at the rush of pleasure that shoots through you. “I’m not starting over— fifteen, sixteen…oh god, Bradley.” You grind yourself against him, digging your fingers into his shoulders. “Oh, my god. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty…twenty-seven.”

Your eyes close, letting your body lose itself to the rhythm of his tongue. To the feel of him slipping a thick finger inside you, to the heightened sensation of goosebumps racing up your chest.

You moan his name. Loud.

Right before you have the sense to be embarrassed, your orgasm floods you, setting your body on fire and lighting up every nerve in its wake. Bradley jumps to his feet, your shorts already in his hands, he’s holding you up while dressing you. Your legs shake against him. Your knees buckle a bit when he finally pulls back. Your head rolls against the wall until your cheek presses against the cool surface and you moan softly with each after shock pulsing through you, quaking through your trembling body.

Bradley smooths out your shirt, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He takes your chin and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You sigh, tasting his cinnamon gum and you mingled together. It was a heady mix. He wraps his arms around you and opens the door, leading you down the hallway. It’s the flood of music and the mental haze of your orgasm leaving that reminds you that you just came. You came loudly with your house full of people. You freeze, bare feet sliding against the hardwood floor as Bradley keeps you forward.

“Do you, do you think they heard?” You whisper, tilting your head up.

“Oh, they one hundred percent heard. Bob might be nice and pretend that he didn’t.” There is no mistaking the air of satisfaction radiating from him.

“Oh my god.”

You bury your head in your hands as you round into the kitchen. The poker game has been abandoned. Everyone is in the living room, picking out their choice song for the singing competition about to take place. Bradley clears his throat, making everyone turn and stare. You’re sure you could fry eggs from how hot your cheeks are. They know. All of them. Poor Bob can’t meet your eyes. You sigh, flopping down on the couch.

You didn’t feel like singing anymore. Not that it matters, everyone knows you’re the real winner tonight anyway.

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Summary: Joe takes care of you after you get your wisdom teeth out. The drugs lead to some very open confessions on your part. Takes place right after the win against Buffalo to head to the AFC Championship (when life was good, and we all felt on top of the world)

Warnings: Fem!readerxJoeBurrow, swearing, fluff, short make-out, sexually suggestive comments, sexual innuendos

Quick A/N before we started: Hello! I have been a HUGE fan of everyone’s work on here in this JB fandom for over a year, and have wanted to start writing my own stuff! I haven’t had any inspiration or original ideas so I have not written anything. I got my wisdom teeth out today, and this idea popped into my head! I do not remember seeing anyone else do this, but if someone has please let me know! This is my first time writing anything so please let me know if you like it/would be interesting in me writing more! Enjoy!! (P.S- this isn’t edited at all lol, I’m too tired from getting my actual wisdom teeth out today)

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If there was one thing all those closest to you knew, you were TERRIFIED of the dentist. Your boyfriend, Joe, didn’t grasp the severity until you got a cavity three months into your relationship and that set off a full-fledged panic attack. A long string of horrible experiences with awful dentists stemming from your earliest memories made even a routine cleaning unbearable. At your last bi-annual visit you expressed some concern about some pain in the back of your mouth. After the x-rays, your dentist said the words you have been dreading, “It appears that your bottom wisdom teeth are impacted and need to come out right away”

Your stomach sank. You had been very lucky in terms of serious procedures. Minus the cavities and crowns, you had not needed surgery, stitches, or even broken a bone. Considering your clumsiness, your friends and family always poked fun at the irony. Yet, after 21 years, you could no longer avoid it.

The dentist gave you a referral to the oral surgeon with a list of instructions on your next steps before sending you on your way. Your drive home was extra long as all the potential negative outcomes swirled through your head.

As you pulled into the driveway, you saw that Joe’s car was missing.

His practice must have gone long you thought as you turned off your car and made your way into your shared home.

You and joe had been dating for almost two years, and since you were in your final year at the University of Cincinnati he had asked you to move in with him. This was an extremely easy decision for both of you, seeing as you left your small college apartment to stay with him most nights anyways. It had been two months and you appreciated all the extra time it allowed you with him; especially with the chaos of playoff football.

You were lost in thought looking your wall calendar you placed in your kitchen (to help with both of your extremely busy schedules), that you did not even notice the garage door opening. Joe walked in, dropped his practice bag, and noticed you looking pale and lost in your thoughts.

“Baby?” he said “everything alright?”. After pulling you from your anxious daze and finally getting you to look at him, he remembered what you just came home from.

“I have to get my wisdom teeth taken out” you whispered, fear clouding your eyes. He walked over and wrapped you up in arms as you let out a breath you had not realized you’d been holding in.

After a few moments he pulled back and brushed a fallen strand of hair away from your face.

“I know how scared you are, but I promise it will be okay. I got mine out before college and was just fine after a few days” he said

“I know that most people are fine but you know how scared I am of the dentist. I have had tons of “routine” dental work that has gone awful. From numbing failing to a dentist yelling at me in the chair. Plus, I have never had surgery or gone under before. What if the anesthesia sends me into cardiac arrest or-”

He stopped you before you had a full fledged panic attack, “Baby, you cannot think like that. I have been put under lots of times and here I sit. You were with me every step of the way with my appendix and took the best care of me, and I will be there for yours to take care of you” he soothed.

He always new the exact thing to say to you to talk you off the edge of a full blown panic attack. This time was no different. Since you both had a very busy next few months, him with football and you with the start of your last semester of college, you scheduled the appointment for your spring break so that he could be there. You marked it on your calendar, and blocked it out of your mind.

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After a hectic couple of months filled with devastating losses and college induced exhaustion, spring break was just around the corner. However, you and Joe would not be taking a beach getaway like last year. This year, you would be in pajamas eating ice cream in pain while Joe played nurse.

The night before the procedure arrived, and you were laying everything out for your early morning appointment. Joe had done tons of research on what to expect so that he can be equipped to take the best care of you, like you always do for him. He looked into what you could eat, and gone to the store stocking up on your favorite ice creams, yogurts, and mashed potatoes. If you were not so terrified, you would have swooned at his devotion to making you comfortable over this next week.

When you walked into the bathroom to take a shower, your heart melted at the sight of Joe running you a bath with a glass of wine.

“Since I know how anxious you are about this whole thing, I thought you deserved a pre-surgery pampering” he said while handing a glass of wine, “your pajamas are laid out, and I will be ready with some Office when you are done”

He pressed a kiss to your lips, and walked out; leaving you to some much needed relaxation.

You put on some music, and a face mask, before climbing into the especially large tub Joe had put in when he bought the house. It was technically designed for his height, but you two had discover some other special uses for its size.

You sat in the tub and reflected on what a caring partner Joe was. He knew you better than you knew yourself, and vice-versa. You do not know how you got lucky enough to find him, but you cannot imagine life without the caring, dorky, strikingly handsome quarterback that stole your heart, and loved you in way that you did not think anyone every could. Flaws, anxiety, and previous trauma did not matter to him, he loved you like no one ever had.

Looking at the clock, and your empty wine glass, you finished up your bath and stepped out to get ready for bed. You chucked as you saw that your “pajamas” were your favorite of Joe’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.

After you finished getting ready for bed, you opened up the door to your adjoining bedroom.

“C’mere” Joe said, opening up the blanket for you to crawl into his arms. “I picked your favorite episode”

After watching a few episodes of the Office, you set your alarms and with a soft kiss you both said goodnight. Normally, you would not be able to sleep with something like this the next morning, but you dozed off easily in Joe’s safe arms.

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The sound of your blaring alarm woke you up for a day you had been pretending was not coming. Joe got up and had to literally pick you up to get you out of bed. You reached for your water bottle next to the bed out of habit before you were stopped.

“Ah Ah Ah, nothing to eat or drink pre-surgery” he reminded you. You grumbled under your breath and marched into the bathroom to get ready.

After pulling on sweats and one of your favorite of Joe’s hoodies, you both made your way to the car. The second you pulled out of the driveway, the anxiety hit you like a linebacker. You turned away from Joe and looked out the window in an attempt to hide your paling face and worried eyes from your boyfriend. It is no surprise that he noticed right away, and grabbed your hand in an attempt to bring you back to Earth.

He turned on your favorite songs, and tried to lighten the mood on the drive there. You gave him a soft smile and thanked him, but he knew that it was not so easy.

When the car parked, your breath hitched and you sat frozen in place. Joe’s hand that still held yours gave it a gentle squeeze to grab your attention. When that did not work, he leaned in pressed his lips to yours.

You did not return the kiss at first, but the feeling of his lips that melted too perfectly into yours awoke the part within you that only he knew how to reach, and suddenly the oral surgeon’s office was the last thing on your mind. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and your hands found his hair that you loved so much.

Just as you were about to reach for his sweatpants, he pulled away which elicited a whimpered pout from you.

“If you were not about to have surgery, I would take you right here, but we have to go in baby” he said in lust filled voice.

He killed the engine, and got out to open the door for you. He grabbed your hand and led you in to the office to check in. The nurse told you to grab a seat and that someone would come to grab you shortly.

You sat with your head on Joe’s shoulder when the door opened.

“Y/N Y/L/N, we are ready for you”

Joe pressed a kiss to your forehead, and said “I will be right here when you are done. I love you so much, and promise everything will be fine”

Your heart was racing as you were led back to the room. A nurse hooked you up to a heart monitor, oxygen, and an IV, all of which were a first for you. Before you knew it, she gave you the anesthesia and you drifted off to sleep.

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Joe’s POV:

After what felt like days, Joe saw the door open and nurse informed him that he could come back to sit with you in recovery. As he made his way back to the recovery room, he was nervous as to how you would be feeling. He could handle him being in pain, but the thought of you hurting was too much for him.

The sight that met him was a welcome change to what he was expecting.

“Joeyyyyyy Babyyyyyyy” she giggled at you

“Well hello there beautiful” you said “I am gonna be honest this is unexpected”

The nurse said that you could take her home in around 30 minutes, and she would leave you both to go send y/n’s medicine to the pharmacy. You thanked her before turning your eyes to your puffy cheeked girlfriend.

She was staring at you with a wicked smile on her face. She tried to sit up, but you gently laid her back down.

“What do you think you are doing missy, you need to rest” you jokingly scolded

“You look sexy, I wanted to finish what we started in the car” she said attempting to get up again

“Easy there tiger, any car-esque activities are not allowed for a least a week,” you chuckled.

You would have thought you told y/n that she did not get her dream job or something, and her eyes welled with tears.

“You mean I can’d do anything with you?” she cried “not even kiss? is it because I look like this”

“Baby of course not. You are always the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I just do not want to hurt you. You aren’t allowed to move your mouth too much, you can’t even use a straw” you attempted to reassure her

Shockingly, she cried harder “That means I cannot even give you head” she bawled

You were trying extremely hard not to bust out laughing, but you knew that would only get her more worked up; so you just tried to lighten the mood

“I think I will live babe, you will not be in the mood for it all I promise, and its only for a week or two-” you were interrupted by the nurse walking back in to help you get y/n to the car. She was surprisingly unfazed by the tears,

“I have seen it all,” she chuckled

Once y/n was safely in the car, you began the drive home

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Your POV:

You did not remember going to sleep, but you woke up feeling like you were on a spaceship. You do not exactly remember when Joe came in to see your, or him getting in the car, and to be honest; you probably will not remember this car ride home either.

You looked at the world around you that presented itself as a fuzzy haze; as if it was not the same drive you had been on hours before. You thought this was hilarious and started dying laughing.

You looked over at Joe, and even the drugs in your system could not blur him in your brain

“I get it now” you giggled

“Get what baby?” he questioned

“Why that girl who went viral for talking about you when she got her wisdom teeth out was talking about you so much”

His ears turned pink. When he got shown that video by you, and the again on the Manning cast, he was so embarrassed. He hated attention like that, and he also felt bad for the girl; her most vulnerable moments and private thoughts were out for the world to see

“What do you mean babe”

“Well, even with all the drugs you still look extremely sexy. I cannot tell you anything else about what is going on, but that I can tell you. I feel bad for her though because I am sitting her looking at you and all she had was a picture.”

He chuckled and grabbed your hand, placing a kiss to it.

“I will have to take your word for it baby, but lets get you home”

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For the next week, Joe took the best care of you. Everything you needed, he got. Every tear, bloody gauze pad, ice pack switch, salt water rinse, and breakdown over wanting food you could not have or the massive pain; he was there for all of it.

He sat with you, watched your favorite shows, and even ate soft foods with you all week.

As you started to feel better, you reflected on his devotion to you, and again; you realized that you were the luckiest girl in the world.

The End

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Author’s Note:

AHHHHHH I CAN’T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING!!!

Please please let me know and reblog if you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing it (plus it was a good distraction from my mouth hurting lol). As I said this is my first time writing anything; so I would love any feedback!

I love this fandom, and hope to go even deeper into it! Thank you to every author on here who inspired me to finally go for it! Special S/O to @balanceingrace @dashjenners @baddhoe4 @joesheistyy @tigertales9 and SO MANY MORE amazing creators who made me fall in love with this community on here💗💗

XOXO, unhingedfangirl <3

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