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[smuclge]

I love when I get to play puppet surgeon :^)

[themeraldee]

First Time for Everything

[Masterlist]

18+ Only | 2.1k | Homelander x fem!Reader | Cunnilingus. Fingering. Overstimulation. Squirting. Literally just PWP.

Written for anon 💚

Homelander’s got you with your back flush to the bed, panting and twitching. He’s just finished a damn good job of licking and sucking your cunt through an orgasm, as always delivered without a hitch. You’re there thrashing around like a fish out of water but he’s got your hips pinned down and there’s not a chance in hell you could ever get out of his titanium hold.

With his head still buried in between your thighs he flattens his tongue over your quivering pussy, feeling every throb, pulse and twitch. Fuck, you feel good against his tongue. While most people he encounters quiver with fear, you quiver with mindless pleasure, the muscles in your thighs shaking around his head. The smell of you has him hungry for more as he laps over your weeping cunt a few more times, catching your clit at every swipe of his tongue. And you taste fucking divine. It was only appropriate for a god like him to be served the most exquisite pussy.

He moves his hand up, pressing down on your pubic area to hold you while his other, now free, hand squeezes his shaft through the soft padding of his pants. It’s not really enough, not enough at all. Especially compared to the delicious squeeze of your cunt he recently got so used to. He pulls back to watch as it uselessly squeezes around nothing, begging for his cock and his cock only. 

All in due time. If he stuffed you full now, the fresh tight, orgasm-powered squeeze of your slick walls would have him spilling in no time. You truly were lucky to have him. Nobody else could be so attuned to your needy body’s reactions. Nobody else could see your inner walls pulsate and throb, still coated in your delicious sticky sap.

Just as your orgasm eases off, you lift yourself up slowly to your elbows, then to an almost sitting position, supported by your hands. But Homelander isn’t ready to give up the control he has over your convulsing body. So instead he stops squeezing his cock and he pushes you down on your back again.

“Nope, you stay down. I’m not done with you yet.” His tone was innocently cheerful but his grin didn’t hide the depravity of his thoughts. Oh the thoughts running through his head on just how many ways he can ruin you. Just how many orgasms can he give you before you pass out? Have you ever come without getting your now poor and overstimulated clit played with? He should find out. Fucking into your cunt at every angle imaginable, from either side, front and back, upside down; he could do it all—effortlessly. And when your pussy is raw and aching? Well then he’ll have a little play around with your cute ass. Have you ever had your asshole fingered? Of course not, you were too sweet for that. 

Now that you’re his he’s gonna have to work hard to screw that sweetness out of you until he’s left with an unabashedly begging mess that he knows is hiding in you. His cock throbs at the idea. The idea of corrupting you to your filthy core is a tempting one.

He wants—no, needs—you to know that there’s never gonna be anyone that can make you feel like this.

Now that you’re on your back again without much protesting, he peels his gloves off. He thought about stretching your cunt around the soft leather of his glove but the temptation to feel your throbbing flesh around his bare digits was too strong to overcome. 

He places his left palm flat on your pubic area, pressing down a little. Looking up he meets your eyes and with another shark-like dazzling grin he asks. “Comfortable?”

You give a cutesy little nod, biting your lip. How dare you look so cute. Other vermin usually tremble in fear anytime he’s close to getting his hands on them whether it be with good intentions or not, yet there you are with his palm pressing down on you and all it does is send a thrill up your spine. The same palm that is capable of very easily crushing the bones in your pelvis is currently splayed out tapping each finger in succession against your skin.

You give your hips a wiggle just to show him how comfortable you are with barely being able to move.

“Good.” He smiles at you, his heart skipping a beat at the joy and excitement that is pouring out of you. You really fucking love him. Feeling overwhelmed by that ballooning emotion he looks down instead focusing his thoughts on your pussy. She’s eagerly waiting for him, so really it’d be rude of him to take any longer.

His pointer and middle finger slide from the top of your slit all the way down. Immediately coated in the sticky goodness your cunt can’t seem to stop producing around him. His slicked fingers go up to your clit, spread in a V shape, now catching your clit where they meet. You give him a few little squeaks each time he gives your clit another teasing bump. How you appear so apple pie sweet even when he’s got his fingers and lips soaked in your juices never ceases to amaze him.

His fingers finally make it down to your hole. It’s pulsating right in front of his fingers, opening up and just trying to slurp him in. It’s a miracle he hasn’t shoved his cock in there yet today. He licks his lips, the taste of you a reminder of good times while the tips of his fingers slide in.

He parts his lips, eyebrows furrowed as he watches your flesh eagerly slick his way through. He lets out a short cut-off gasp as he turns his fingers upside down with his palm now facing up while still inside you. And god is it fucking tight in there. He hasn’t had a chance to stretch you out yet. His cock throbs constantly now, his balls feel heavy, aching to unload inside you. Just feeling your cunt choke his fingers out makes him gasp. The memory of what it’s like to have you squeeze his hard shaft is indescribable, yet he feels it vividly around his fingers knowing you’d be pulling load after load from him. No chance he’s pulling out with a grip like that, fuck.

He’s way too close to messing up his pants with how vivid his memory feels so instead he focuses on you. He needs to ruin you as much as you ruin him. There you are happily on your back not even knowing how hard you’re making this on him. He needs you just as ruined. Just as hazy with the lust he feels anytime he smells your cunt get wet.

He pumps his fingers in and out a few times, getting the digits thoroughly soaked. He presses you down a little harder. You need to be kept in place. He crooks his fingers up, pressing against the soft spongy spot with his fingertips. 

He’s only two knuckles deep when he pumps his fingers inside you. He starts slowly. His strong fingers massage you, forcing gentle sighs out of you. Yeah, that won’t do. Going a little harder, he fucks his fingers in and out of you in a curved motion, hitting those upper walls with each stroke. His approach is loose and relaxed, giving you a little warm-up. 

“Homelander…” Like music to his ears you moan his name. Your upper body arches. Your hands squeeze the sheets, your own tits, anything. Not being able to move your hips leaves you defenseless. He speeds up. He keeps up the same rhythm, unfaltering in the motion. The squelch of you alone has him salivating. Whether it’s because he’s hungry to eat your pussy again or just desperate to bury himself balls-deep he doesn’t know, but he wants it either way.

“Oh god, wait, it’s too much..” One of your hands grips his forearm, trying to pull his hand away from holding you down but you stand no chance. Good luck pushing against his godly frame. The only way you’d get him off would be if he took mercy on you. And he’s definitely not planning on that.

Your responsive cunt quivers around his digits. He feels your rushed breath and raised heart rate through the press of his hand. It’s delicious. Giving up any control you ever had over yourself and letting him take the wheel. Even though his pace is harsh, his rhythm is even. He fucks you silly as you cry out, eyes welling up with tears when he doesn’t let up.

“Wait, wait, wait, slow down! Please, fuck—oh fuck—please slow down, Homelander!” You sound shrill, panicked as an unfamiliar feeling rises in your core when Homelander’s fingers plunge into you over and over again, rubbing your wet cunt raw and sensitive. 

He doesn’t stop. Not yet. He wants another pretty big finish. He wants a display equivalent to the fanfare of the 4th of July fireworks. He wants you to celebrate him. Your body needs to appreciate how much he’s giving you.

Each wet throb of your pussy has his cock leaking into his underwear and if he were any ordinary man he’d be losing all self-control, rutting into the sheets or just you, chasing his own spectacular finish. But this is about you proving how much you love him. How much are you willing to endure?

 “Please, it’s too much, too much, toomuch.” You’re gasping for breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your cheeks are streaked with tears as your pathetic attempts at getting him to stop fail. He’s unyielding. A marble statue. Perfect in every way.

Your cunt is vividly locking up around his fingers and while he expected a show-stopping orgasm he didn’t expect this. A gush of clear liquid spurts out of you, followed by wail coming from your lips. Fuck. You’re a squirter. He pulls his fingers out with a squelch as you gush a few more times, soaking his hand, the sheets beneath you and his sleeve. Looking at his soaked sleeve now he thinks he doesn’t even want to get it washed out, carrying the scent of your pussy around like a trophy. 

It’s uncontrollable. Your muscles quiver in a way he’s never seen before. He plunges his fingers into you again, greedy to see if there’s any more in you. Come on, you can do better for him. He deserves the fucking best.

He fucks his fingers into your weeping cunt rapidly, less rhythm this time as he realizes that the heavy breathing he hears is coming from him. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, slick and squirt coating your thighs, running down in between your ass cheeks adding to the embarrassing bodily squelch of being just a bit too messy. 

It’s alright, he can be messy too. He’ll forgive you for this.

You throb hot and heavy around his fingers and he pulls them out again as he watches you gush two more respectable spurts out of your exhausted pussy. He finally lifts his palm off your pubic area and already you’re squirming, pulling back from him and letting your muscles quiver freely.

“Wow, someone didn’t share all their talents with me!” He looks at you. Wow. He wishes he had a camera on him. You’re panting, your eyes are wet and hazy, your lips are swollen from the way you’ve been biting them and you’ve broken out into sweat. “Made a nasty mess, sweetheart.” He gives your pussy a wet pat with his hand while it’s still in reach. 

“I didn’t—I didn’t know I could…” You sound wrecked. Jesus, he’s done a number on you. But that’s good, you do a number on him each time too. It was only fair you got to know what it's like to feel so uncontrollably good. “Umh, huh, I’m—I’m sorry. For the mess, I mean.” Aren’t you cute? He forced you to squirt and yet your good nature made you feel like apologizing. The only person you should apologize to should be the Vought employee that’s gonna be responsible for changing the sheets after he’s fully done with you. And even then they don’t fucking deserve your apology.

By now he’s had enough of you pulling away, trying to keep him away from this beautiful performance. My god, you were a natural at this. And he’s so fucking close to making you unravel fully.

“Shh, shh, none of that. No apologies. Instead…” He trails off, flashing you another sharp grin. He grabs you by your thighs pulling you right against where he's rock hard and aching. 

“Think you can do that on my cock too?”

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[3amfanfiction]

Three, I’ve finally had a thought! (But it might be a 10k nightmare, sorry my dear 💚)

Imagine if you will, ex-cult!AU, there you left years ago, are trying to live a “normal life” and suddenly you feel like you’re being followed, and you? You know when your anxiety is right.

You start making plans to ghost, you haven’t lived away from them for so long without a reason

When you return to your apartment you already know it’s all over. Someone’s here, but close the door behind you. Part of you always knew someone from your past would appear.

There’s a giant behind you, dark eyes cold as he holds a finger to his mouth, signaling you to be silent. All you can do is nod weakly. You don’t remember him, tears are building in your eyes

“‘S wrong, luv? Didn’t think I’d find you?” Something about his voice is familiar, but you don’t know what

When he leans in closer, you see it — a very specific scar you’d been at the birth of

“Simon?” Utter shock pitches your voice higher than you thought possible.

Your only friend couldn’t have been this big, but it had been years since you last saw him

(Is this anything? 💚)

Is this anything, you say like this isn't everything. I'm already up to 20k words my dearest, lovely Temp and I haven't even gotten to the smut so this is going to come out in chapters. I hope you all enjoy part one!

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Escaping the Cult Chapter One

tw: none this chapter, 4.8k

summary: you've escaped the cult and stayed off their radar for years. so how did he find you? what does he want from you? simon x f!reader but it stays pretty gn for the most part.

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"Hello, love."

He loomed over you, half encased in shadow like an avenging demon. His bulk eclipsed the room, ensuring he was all you could see. This couldn't be happening. You'd been so careful.

Your knees trembled and you used the wall he had you pinned against as a buttress. Something solid that you took what strength you could from. You clenched your fists, the peeling wallpaper getting caught, curled under your nails. "You-you can't be here. I made sure, you shouldn't have been able to find me." Your heart was beating too fast in your chest. It felt like it was about to take flight and leap from its resting place. Your lungs seized and you fought to draw in air as you panicked.

"You might've been able to hide from others. But me? You were never able to hide from me." He took a step towards you, invading your space as you pressed back, your spine molded to the wall. You couldn't help your nervous swallow.

As you took in his broad frame—shoulder eclipsing the room, blocking you from seeing anything that wasn't him—you were reminded that this was the cult's enforcer. If he wanted you to do something, take you somewhere, you wouldn't be able to object. You never would've thought the scrappy little kid you used to go down to the creek with would have a job like that. But he just kept growing that one summer. You swear he'd shot up over a foot in those three months alone. Then when the muscles started packing on it seemed like a foolish hope that he'd ever go to work as something else.

You'd seen the signs as soon as Price had walked down the lane towards your little house—butted right up against Simon's. Knew what he'd ask, knew what Simon's response would be. It marked the beginning of the end of your life in the group.

Even to this day you couldn't call it a cult. Just a nondescript 'group' the closest you could manage, a rotten taste in your mouth at the thought.

And now your past was coming back to haunt you.

"Just let me go. You don't have to do this," you pleaded, trying to find some small chink in his armor. Something you could dig your fingers into and pull. "I haven't said anything to anybody, I promise."

And you wouldn't. Honest. You had no desire to be reminded of your past. Everything you had, everything you lost. Everything you hoped to gain and how bittersweet it was in comparison to your dreams. The past was the past and you never wanted it brought up again.

But the past was standing in your kitchen, taking up more space than you remembered.

"Simon, you know me," you tried. Something to appeal to his humanity, your shared childhood, anything. "You know I'd never talk. Please, you don't have to do this."

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed with a strange tone of voice. Was it mocking? Eagerness? You flinched, preparing for the worst, "It's not like that at all."

Not like that? What does that mean? You had no ideas, nothing to guide you, no landmarks to follow. You hadn't seen him in years. Sure, you remembered the child fondly but you weren't ignorant to what the adult had done in service of Price. The horrors that Simon must have seen, been in accompaniment to.

He didn't give you a chance to respond before his arms darted out. You took a half step backwards in shock as his hands made contact and he pulled you into his chest, constricting his thick, burly arms around you. You felt your breath huff out at the pressure around your chest, struggling to get another inhale in. Simon squeezed tighter.

He buried his face in your hair and croaked out a, "You don't know how long it took me to find you," squeezing you tightly, as if afraid you would slip through his fingers.

Oh. He wasn't looking to take you back.

He got out.

You felt the tension drain from your shoulders so suddenly you practically collapsed into him, dizzy but trusting that he would have no trouble taking your weight. You wrapped your own arms around his waist, hugging him tightly to you, afraid to let go. To be alone again. Tears started to blur your vision.

The relief you felt was indescribable. You could finally breathe, a weight you weren't aware of had been yoked around your neck, something that wasn't noticed until it wasn't there anymore.

You didn't have to do this by yourself anymore.

—

He had searched and searched for you. Dead-end after dead-end all he had to show for it as the days bled into weeks, into months. It wore on him, grinding away at his determination until it was paper-thin, a hairs-width all that separated him from continuing to look and calling it quits. But he'd always been a stubborn bastard. And if you thought you were going to get away from him, leave him behind, you had another thing coming. So he had put his nose to the grindstone and kept at it. Town after town, questions and probes, always looking. Even when his desperation seeped into his every action, he didn't falter.

It was exhausting.

But it paid off.

It was chance that had him stopping in this blip of a town. Nothing but a twist of fate. And now he had you again. Here, in his arms. Crying into his chest. This was what he had been looking for since he left Price. This was the integral part that had been ripped from his life.

You.

In any capacity he could get, he wanted you.

He buried his nose in your hair, taking all of you in as he held you tightly. Now that he had you, nothing would pry him away.

—

That was weeks ago.

You watched Simon get up to pace a lap around the small living room/dining room combo you had going on. An outlet for the anxiety that thrummed under his skin. Money was tight with you being the only one with a job and you were only able to tighten your belts so far.

Simon had a rough demeanor—a scowl that was ever present on his face ensured he failed miserably at all his interviews, even the ones for a day laborer. You were working doubles trying to keep the both of you fed and afloat while Simon did what he could. He managed to pull in a few dollars here and there but never anything substantial.

You'd forbidden him from finding a fighting ring and trying to earn his money with his fists. You were terrified one day he wouldn't come home, left to bleed out in a ditch after a bad fight. You wouldn't have any word, no way to find him, no way of knowing what happened. He'd just be gone.

No, you wouldn't have it. You'd figure something else out.

Thus the current fight.

"We can't keep doing this, you're about to fall off your feet and I'm sitting around, fucking useless," he snarled, fed up at his own ineptitude. He'd never had that problem before. Back with Price. He'd always known exactly where he fit in, which space was hand-carved just for him. There hadn't been this constant uncertainty.

Now he couldn't even help to make sure you were fed or that there was a roof over the both of your heads. He was sidelined as you picked up back-to-back double shifts, working yourself to the bone. He watched it happening. Each day you came home a little bit frailer, a little more worn. It was eating you alive.

But you didn't see it that way.

"You're not useless. Things are tough right now but they're going to get better."

You wished you had something better to say. Something that said you would work until your fingers bled to keep him here with you. That this was all you wanted, all you hoped for in the darkest parts of the night, was to have him here with you. And now that he was you were going to hold on as tightly as you could, he wouldn't be slipping through your fingers. You just wished you could make him understand what his being here meant to you.

He scoffed and jerked his head, as if he couldn't bear to look at you. You didn't acknowledge how much it hurt, gaze flickering down so he couldn't see the emotion in your eyes. "I don't see how. Rent's due this week."

"It's going to be okay," you mustered, "We're almost there. I'll pick up a few extra shifts, we'll make it—"

"You're not picking up extra shifts," he roared, finally losing his temper as he spun back around to look at you. You flinched at the sound but held your ground. You knew he would never hurt you but that didn't change the fact that he was a big man. A big, loud man. "You're barely able to stay on your feet as it is, we're not going to keep doing this."

"Well, I don't see any other alternatives, do you?" you spat back after you gathered yourself, fed up with an argument you'd had several times before. "We need food, we need electricity and water and all that costs money. Money we don't have."

Simon ran his hands through his buzzed hair in frustration, finally turning to look at you, pinning you in place with his dark gaze.

"You were doing just fine before I came, maybe I need to leave. Head out so you don't have to worry about covering for me."

"Simon Riley, you stop right there before I shove a bar of soap so far down your throat you'll be shitting bubbles. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. You think my life was fine before you got here?" You thought back on all the missed meals and cold nights you'd endured by yourself. The lonely hours you would spend staring at the ceiling, too lethargic to get out of bed, nothing that could pull you from its warm embrace. "I was struggling then too, and I'll take this over that any day of the week."

It was clear from the look on his face that he didn't believe you. You stalked over to him and pressed your finger firmly into his sternum, using it to emphasize every word you said. "I want you here. We'll figure it out."

He looked down at where you were pressed so close to his front. Chest and shoulders heaving from the strong emotions coursing through you. He wanted to touch. He wanted to feel your heart race under his palm, feel your breaths skating over the thin skin of his cheek, he wanted you.

You'd always been beautiful but there was something special about this. Something that he hadn't seen before. Certainly not back with Price. You had always been meek back then. A quiet little mouse that wouldn't hardly say boo to a ghost. Nothing like now. He wondered where you'd found your new backbone.

He wished he'd been here to see it.

He took a step closer, forcing your elbow to bend otherwise it would've been your finger, still pressed to his chest. When he was close enough to smell your shampoo he paused, suddenly unsure about pushing this further.

You watched with an uncertain look, waiting to see what he would do. Your chest was still heaving with emotion, dragging in what oxygen you could and let your hand drop. You watched his pupils expand as he looked at you. The black eating away all color of the iris.

He took a deep breath, his chest moving out to lightly brush against you before he exhaled. There was hardly any room between the two of you now, just heat and a yearning that was slowly being unearthed. Something that had never seen the light of day but was now stretching its legs, ready to be acknowledged.

You'd loved him for years and wondered if this was it. If this was the moment you were going to risk everything and tell him how you felt. How you saw him. You'd never been brave enough before, but you'd had to be tougher since leaving Price. More sure of yourself. And you knew what you wanted. Him. Simon. Just like he was.

He opened his mouth and you waited with baited breath. Waited for the culmination of years worth of longing. Everything leading up to here. To him. Surely he felt the same way as you. You couldn't have been imagining all the subtle glances and brushed hands over the years. Surely this was reciprocated.

"I—"

The ringing phone snapped you out of your haze. You watched as he closed back off, biting the words back behind his teeth. Another opportunity lost. The disappointment almost choked you as you pulled your phone from your pocket, your mood souring further when you saw it was work calling.

"I've gotta get this. They might have more shifts to be picked up," you muttered as you stepped back, putting distance between the two of you, physically and metaphorically, lifting the phone to your ear. You couldn't look at him. It was too painful. You turned away, missing the look that crossed his face for a split second. A there and gone emotion too quick for you to make out even if you had been watching, one that if you had seen you would have clocked almost as fear.

—

Your days changed after that.

Simon had always been a loner. Even when you two were thick as thieves he still valued his personal time by himself. You couldn't count the amount of times you'd spun around, talking to him while he was supposed to be right behind you only for him to be dust in the wind. Gone without you realizing it to go do his own thing. You went searching for him a few times but you rarely had luck finding him. Even as a child he'd been skilled in hiding and remaining undetected. Something Price, no doubt, saw and made plans to utilize. But something caused his loner tendencies to change. Where before you mostly saw Simon at home, you now saw him when you were out and about as well.

He followed you to the farmers market, something he normally avoided—all the people talking and yelling made his anxiety spike, not that he'd ever admit it. He'd practically kept his hand in your pocket the whole time. He followed you to the drugstore when you were only running in for one thing, he even showed up while you were at work.

You'd just set the last plate of breakfast food in front of a family when the door jangled its little bell letting you know someone new had just walked in. Letting the family know to ask if they needed anything, you turned to seat the newcomer when you came face-to-face with Simon.

You'd slipped out of the house early this morning, not eager to rehash your ongoing fight. You thought it best to give him some time to calm down, to come to terms with the fact that the both of you needed your job, needed the money that you were able to pull in from the diner. The tips were the only reason you'd survived as long as you had.

But you were shocked to see him so early. He must've rolled out of bed just after you left, you thought glancing at the clock. You hadn't been here for a full hour yet. You wondered if something was wrong.

Frowning, you made your way up to him. "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

"Everything's fine," he said, reaching out as if to trace his fingers gently along your cheek before he caught himself and pulled back. You blinked up at him in shock, mouth parting in an oh. That was new. Simon wasn't a touchy person. He didn't normally reach out to you, letting you keep your space, always a buffer between the two of you. You were the instigator the majority of the time, always the one to reach out first whether for a friendly shoulder tap or pulling him into a long over-due hug. It'd been that way forever, you thought nothing would change that.

He didn't explain anything further, just moved around you to take a seat at one of the back booths. You watched him go with confusion, standing in the middle of the diner dumbfounded before you made yourself move. Moving to pour him a cup of coffee, you sat it down in front of him. You couldn't afford much but coffee was basically free here. You could at least manage that.

Your day passed quietly but with a hefty weight to it. Simon never left, he kept the corner company for the hours of your workday, sitting calmly with a patient focus. Whenever there was a quiet moment you'd look up to find him looking at you, his gaze steady as he watched. You tried to come over and talk to him but he wouldn't say much, would just redirect you to other customers, saying something along the lines of 'we can't lose this job'.

The strangeness continued into the evening. Clocking out, you saw Simon waiting for you at the exit, finally leaving the booth he'd been sat at all day. Leaving with a wave and goodbye to the kitchen staff you met up with him and started your journey home, enjoying the cool breeze blowing across your slightly sweaty skin. The sky was dark and stars were just starting to peek out, evening turning its way into true night.

He reached out and tucked your arm into the crease of his elbow, keeping you firmly within reach.

What was going on?

Simon and personal space were near synonymous. Excluding you, he didn't care much for anyone intruding on his personal bubble and even you he would only put up with until he grew overstimulated and then he would forcibly put distance between the two of you. But him initiating contact again? Twice in one day? You wondered if he might be feeling poorly, maybe a fever was causing him to behave erratically.

You weren't sure but something wasn't right and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You'd spent the whole walk home thinking up a game plan. What you were going to ask, his expected response, your rebuttal. All of it laid out like a general making war plans. Lines of supply and areas to push, the landmines which were to be avoided at all costs. Keeping the end goal in mind, you planned.

Walking ahead of him you heard the front door of the apartment close behind you. The locks clicking into place a short second later. Turning to frown at him, all your plans went out the window and you flat-out asked, "So today was fun. Why'd you want to hang out with me all day?"

Simon bent down to take off his shoes, not bothering with an answer.

"Was there something that I missed?" You tried again, looking for an in. Something that you could use to pry apart his silence.

He turned to put his shoes into the hallway closet where they belonged.

"Simon. Why'd you spend all day at the diner?" This was like pulling teeth.

"Wanted to," he finally grunted, moving to walk past you into the kitchen, opening the bare fridge before closing it with a huff. You'd split your two free meals with him on your breaks but that didn't go terribly far. Especially when he tried to encourage you to eat the majority of it saying you were on your feet all day, you needed the energy. Moving to the cupboard he pulled out a box of pasta.

You stepped forward, I can make that for you, only for him to pull it away and redirect you towards the bathroom with a firm press to your shoulders.

"I've got this, you go take a shower."

You wavered for a second before a twinge in your lower back made you decision and you decided to take his advice. A shower sounded amazing after your day. You were pretty sure you still had syrup in your hair from when a toddler had flung his plate of pancakes at you. Grumbling at him that this conversation wasn't done you headed towards the bathroom, a slight detour made to grab clean clothes before closing the door behind you.

Stepping under the warm spray, you couldn't help the soft moan of release at the sensation. You stood under the stream for a moment, letting the heat soak in and the running water wash away the stress of your day. When the tendrils of water reached your scalp you couldn't help the shiver that skated down your spine. Goosebumps creeping over your skin in a there-and-gone sensation.

Turning to grab the body wash, your eyes opened for the first time since stepping under the water. You saw a far-too-large shadow standing on the opposite side of the curtain and let out a shriek of fear, the call of Simon! on your lips before your brain had a chance to catch up.

He'd always been your first call whenever you were in trouble.

Watching the dark shape remain stationary, you realized what was going on. Yanking back the curtain just enough to stick your head out, ensuring the rest of you stayed behind it, you glared up at Simon standing just on the other side of the bathroom.

"What. are you. Doing?" you half shrieked, half spat at him. He looked far to nonchalant for the vitriol being pointed his way.

"Food's cooking, just have to wait."

"That doesn't—Simon!" you sputtered, "What are you doing in the bathroom?"

He just looked at you with deadpanned eyes.

"This isn't the time for your stoicism, Simon. What are you doing in the bathroom while I'm showering?"

"Thought I heard something."

"You thought you heard something," you couldn't help but repeat with derision, nose crinkling. "Was that something me showering?"

He didn't do anything beyond shrugging his shoulders, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Get out."

"Gotta brush my teeth."

"Simon Riley, I swear on your life. You get out right now or you're not going to like the consequences." He sighed like you were the one being difficult. Setting down his toothbrush he looked from you to the dark night creeping in through the small bathroom window, back to you again. A staring contest ensued before he finally shut the cabinet with a disgruntled huff, turning to leave, at last giving you peace.

"What was that?" you couldn't help but ask the empty stall once you heard the door click shut. Like it would have the answers showing the inner workings of Simon's brain.

Your shower was a touch hurried after that. Your hair took the time it took to get the stickiness from it, body and face scrubbed perfunctorily, no longer basking in the heat. Shutting the water off you could almost swear you heard footsteps retreating from the other side of the doorway, heading back into the kitchen. Like he had been waiting for you to finish. Listening.

What was happening?

Drying and dressing as quickly as you could, you decided to nip this in the bud. He was going to talk to you, one way or the other and he was going to do it tonight. No weaseling his way out of it. You were going to sit him down and have a conversation.

Walking into the living room you saw him sitting on the couch—finished bowl of pasta on the cushion beside him—looking completely unaffected by the ire pouring out of your skin.

Coming to a stop in front of him, you threw your hands on your hips and glared down at him. "What is going on with you? Why have you been acting so weird all day?"

His brows furrowed before smoothing into an impassive mien. He looked down at his hands. "I'm not acting weird, you're just being paranoid." he said in a strange tone of voice. An unknown strain bracketing his shoulders, the tension causing the cords of his neck to stand in relief.

You looked at him in askance. "Simon, you showed up to my job. You were practically in the shower with me." You were coming up with nothing when you racked your brain, nothing that could point to an instigator for his new behavior.

You thought things were fine. Not good, as your frequent arguments about money and jobs highlighted, but okay. You two had always gotten along and had a way of understanding each other that seemed almost supernatural when witnessed from the outside but nothing was making any sense in what was going on with Simon.

"You can't just shut me out like this." You chased after him as he stood up and moved to take his bowl to the sink, talking to his broad back, his shoulders tightening as he tensed with every word. "Not only is the shower thing weird, showing up at my job will get me fired. If my boss would've been in today he would've been asking about you."

Simon stood at the sink in silence, letting the frustration and indignation grow in the stagnant air as he faced away, avoiding looking at you. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he trying to freeze you out? What good would that do? You were at your wits end when he finally gave you a crumb.

"—Making sure you're still there," he muttered.

"Still ther—You're acting like I'm some sort of flight risk," you scoffed in derision at his quiet statement, still craning to get a look at his face. A glimpse at the side of it showed you the moment his demeanor cracked.

"That's because you are!" he roared back, whipping to face you as strain finally broke in a way you couldn't have foreseen. It was clear he had no concern for the neighbors who probably had their ears pressed to the wall, eager for any drama. He spun around to face you, chest heaving as his breaths came in deep, sharp pulls. His face was turning a reddish hue, splotchy anger marks rising along his cheeks.

"I'm—I'm not a flight risk," you said, shocked, into the charged air. "Why would you think that?"

"Why would I think that?" Now that the seal had been broken he had no problem telling you what was wrong. His arms jerked out as he gestured wildly. "Tell me, was it you who woke up one day to your best friend missing? In the wind without a word about where they went?" He sneered down at you, "I was alone and you were gone. I was left wondering where you went, if you were safe, if you were hurt, why you'd left."

You heard the unspoken why you left me that hung in the fraught air. You felt your lungs squeeze as if in a fist. "It was so hard Simon, I wanted to tell you, I really did—"

"You didn't give two shits about me," he cut in with a barely contained yell. his gaze frenetic. "You just wanted to get out. Wanted out so badly that you left everything behind."

You felt your heart crumbling against his accusation as your breath hitched in your throat. Because it was true, wasn't it? You had left him. You'd packed up and sure, maybe you'd regretted the fact that you couldn't say goodbye but you never seriously thought about staying.

Not even if it meant keeping him.

Keeping Simon.

You chose yourself over him, hadn't you? And then you expected everything to fall into place once he was back? That was presumptuous of you.

"I'm—I'm sorry, Simon—"

"—Don't. Don't apologize when you don't mean it." His voice evened. His shoulders lost their tension. "I spent years looking for you. You forgot me as soon as your feet hit the road."

"Simon—" was all you could say as he made his way for the door. You couldn't help the uncalled for flinch when it clicked closed softly, the hint of an echo bouncing off the suddenly silent room in accusation.

Fuck.

Next

[zepskies]

This One's For You

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader || Ben & daughter!OC (Lila)

Summary: Late one night, finding no other recourse, Ben sings to his infant daughter to help her sleep.

AN: Thanks to this request, this one’s set between Until Morning and Green in the BMD-verse.

Word Count: 1.2K

Song Inspo: "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White T's

Tags/Warnings: Grumpy Ben, established relationship, potential fluff overload.~

💚 Break Me Down Masterlist

“Your daughter’s awake,” Ben grumbled into his pillow.

He didn’t need to have sensitive hearing to pick up on the infant’s whining in her crib.

“She’s only my daughter when she has a rough night.” You sighed and turned away from him on your side of the bed. You clutched at your pillow. “It’s your turn, pal.”

His eyes cracked open. He gave you a look of annoyance behind your back.

“I have to get up in three hours for work,” he said.

You didn’t seem to care. You were so tired, he already heard your deeper breaths in sleep. In fairness, you essentially hadn’t slept for three days now. Your daughter was a demanding little thing, with some powerful goddamn lungs.

When another insistent whine and a hiccupping cry reached his ears, Ben released a sound of frustration. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until the house was silent again, so after another beat, he finally peeled back the covers. Sliding out of bed, he padded out on bare feet down the hall to the nursery, wearing his usual pair of sweatpants.

He peered over the side of the crib and found Lila blinking up at him. Her tears clung to her lashes as she wriggled around in upset.

“What’s the matter now?” he asked, as if the baby could answer him.

He reached in with careful hands and picked her up, resting her on his chest. She sniffed and predictably latched onto his hair as she cried.

He checked her in various ways, but she didn’t smell like a full diaper (upon which, he would've handed her over to you). She seemed fine, which meant she was being finicky just for the hell of it.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. Come on,” he said as he paced the room with her. “Quiet the fuck down already.”

Still, she wouldn’t stop crying. The whimpers were pitiful, but at least they weren’t ear-splitting wails this time. He just really needed her to stop so he could sleep, expeditiously.

After several minutes with no improvement, however, Ben sighed and dropped down into the rocking chair. He was coming to the end of his tether.

“All right, what’s it gonna take for you to relax?” he muttered. At this point, he wasn’t above bribery. Candy? Money? A new fucking car? Hell, he’d get her a fleet of Ferraris if it’d make her pipe down.

He held Lila in the crook of his arm and tried rocking back and forth in the chair. When that didn’t work, he tried humming a tune—something he’d heard on the radio that now wouldn’t get out of his damn head. The only reason he remembered it was because of his daughter’s name.

“Oh, it’s what you do to me, oh, it’s what you do to me,” he sang softly, deep and baritone, and a little coarse from sleep. (And possibly a little off-key.)

Lila seemed to ease up a little in response to his voice, blinking up at him with those pretty green eyes. Maybe that was the solution.

He cleared his throat in slight embarrassment. He looked in the doorway to make sure he was alone before he kept going with this.  

Okay, what’re the words to the goddamn song…

“H-Hey there, Delilah, what’s it like in New York City?” he started, a bit unsure. The baby blinked up at him, holding a little fist in her mouth. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks while she whimpered, but she looked like she was listening, at least. 

“I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty,” Ben continued. He couldn’t help softening a bit, looking down on her. He swept a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“Yes, you do. Time Square can’t shine as bright as you…I swear it’s true.”

Tomorrow he was scheduled for another mission out of New York, with Butcher and the rest of the team. Ben didn’t know how long he’d be gone.

“Hey there, Delilah, don't you worry about the distance,” he sang, “I'm right there if you get lonely. Give this song another listen…”

He wouldn’t admit it, but it was hard to leave you and Lila. She was still so small, and he didn’t like the thought of you two being alone, even if Frank was watching out for you.

But Ben had a job to do.

“Close your eyes,” he almost whispered. “Listen to my voice, it’s my disguise. I’m by your side…”

Lila had begun to settle down. He dried her tears as he continued to rock her, continued to hum the melody of the chorus. He couldn’t remember most of the song after that, but there were a few more lines he did have rolling around in his head.

“Hey there, Delilah, here’s to you,” he sang quietly. “This one’s for you…”

 Just then, Ben thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He glanced up and found you there, leaning in the doorway. You were holding up your cell phone.

His brows knitted together in a glare.

“What the fuck’re you doing?” he said, sharp and incredulous.

“Shhh,” you reminded him, pointing at the baby. He saw your smirk below the frame of the phone.

Ben looked down and found that Lila was finally asleep. Gritting his teeth, he got up slowly. You were filming him all the while, even with your hair wild in bedhead and your pajama top hanging off your shoulder. Apparently, embarrassing him was more important than sleep.

Ben gently set her back down in the crib. Once he made sure she was safe and settled in sleep, he turned and saw that you were still filming him. He hoped you captured the deathly look of warning on his face.

You bit your lip. Without either of you saying anything, you darted off down the hall. Ben stalked after you.

“Woman, you better get the fuck back here!” he hissed in a coarse whisper. You struggled to contain your laughter.

“You’ll have to catch me first, old man,” you teased.

He chased you around the house—almost knocking over a lamp in the process—until he got ahold of you, and more importantly your phone. He grabbed it out of your hand and held you flush against him with an ironclad arm around your waist.

Ben looked down at you both in satisfaction, and a warning not to try anything else. You laughed and took his bearded face in your hands. You pulled him down to you for a placating kiss.

"You do have a nice voice," you whispered near his lips.

"Shut it. You're on thin fucking ice with me," he groused, with a shake of his head when it only reignited your inane giggling.

His lips reluctantly tugging at a smile, he silenced you with a deeper kiss.

The joke was on him though. While you were running around, you already managed to drop that video into the group chat with Hughie, Annie, and all the rest of your friends at Supe Affairs.

Come the morning, Ben was about to have a very interesting day at the office. 

AN: 😂 Did you enjoy another dose of dad!Ben in the BMD-verse? 💚

Keep Reading in the BMD-verse:

Coming up next, Ben gets his revenge in Lesson Learned:

Summary: There’s only so much teasing Ben is willing to take. He has no choice but to punish you.

▶️ Keep Reading: Lesson Learned

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All Book 7 Overblot Cards stats/info

I wrote these because I want to compare these to any cards we may get in the future. Obviously things may be prone to be changed/nerfed like stats. Also looked up references with move names.

Overblot Riddle Attack ❤️💙 HP 8872 / ATK 12187

Moves

Queen's Fury [lll] (En: The Queen's Ire) 3 consecutive hits dealing fire damage (strong)

Leave the Court [ll] 2 consecutive hits dealing water damage (weak) & ATK up (large) (self/1turn)

Buddy

Cater - atk up (medium)

Trey - hp up (medium)

"Rule 42: All persons more than a mile high must leave the court immediately" -King of hearts ---

More under

Overblot Leona Attack 💚❤️ HP 9656 / ATK 10127

Moves

May you be Blessed Forever [III] (En: Long live the King) 3 consecutive hits dealing plant damage (strong)

Ambition to be King [II] (En: Kingly Ambition) 2 consecutive hits dealing fire damage (weak) & removing debuffs (select ally)

Buddy

Ruggie - hp & atk up (medium)

"May the King be Blessed Forever" -Scar (Japanese)

"Long live the King." -Scar (English)

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Overblot Azul Balance 💚💙 HP 15750 / ATK 8400

Moves

Waves, obey me [III] 3 consecutive hits dealing water damage (strong) +atk down (medium) (opponent/3turn)

Contract with the Witch [II] (En: Witch's pact) 2 consecutive hits plant dealing damage (weak) +HP times Recover (small)

Buddy

Jade - atk up (medium)

Floyd - hp up (medium)

"Now I am the ruler of all the ocean! The waves obey my every whim!” -Ursula

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Overblot Jamil Balance ❤️💙 HP 18900 / ATK 7140

Moves

Sorcerer's Rule [II] 2 consecutive hits dealing fire damage (weak) & atk up (small) (self /3turn) & remove debuff (ally)

(Tremendous) Phenomenal power [III] 3 consecutive hits dealing water damage (strong)

Buddy

Kalim - hp & atk up (medium)

"It’s all part and parcel, the whole genie gig. Phenomenal cosmic powers! Itty bitty living space!" -Genie

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Overblot Vil Balance 💙💚 HP 17850 / ATK 7560

Moves

Queen's Obsession [II] (En: Queens Tenacity) 2 consecutive hits dealing water damage (weak) & Curse (Max) (opponent /2turn)

Breath will stop, Blood will freeze [III] (EN: Breath will still) 3 consecutive hits dealing plant damage (strong)

Buddy

Rook - hp & atk up (medium)

If she takes just one bite of this apple in my hand, her breath will stop and her blood will freeze! -Evil Queen (Japanese)

"When she breaks the tender peel to taste the apple in my hand, her breath will still, her blood congeal." -Evil Queen (English)

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Overblot Idia Attack ❤️💚 HP 7500 / ATK 11197

Moves

Dreadful plan [III] (En: Shake things up) 3 consecutive hits dealing fire damage (strong)

Kings resentment [II] 2 consecutive hits dealing plant damage (weak) & Critical (medium) (self/1 turn)

Buddy

Ortho - hp & atk up (medium)

"He is cold, unfeeling, with a heart of stone, That's the Gospel Truth. A Dreadful plan, Listen, Gospel Truth." -The muses (Japanese)

"He was as mean as he was ruthless, And that's the gospel truth. He had a plan to shake things up, And that's the gospel truth." -The muses (English)

[peachy-skies-writings]

Hi! U should totally do headcanons with how the stardew bachelors feel with PDA (public affection) and if they usually do it (im mostly just looking for sam fluff on this app)

Hiya,

This was a fun idea, thanks! I put a lil extra sprinkle in Sam's - hope you like it!

Stardew Bachelors Showing PDA Headcanons

💚🏈 Alex 🏈💚

Loves PDA - it’s the high-school jock that lives inside him that makes him do it. Whether that’s making out in front of everyone at the saloon or wrapping his arm around you while you’re sitting watching the game.

Often shows PDA, especially around anyone who he thinks is diverting your attention away from him when you’re supposed to be out on a date.

Alex’s favourite type of PDA is making out. Just loves it. Wants to kiss you all the time and he doesn’t really care who it’s in front of. (He’ll be respectful if it’s your family or his.)

🧡📖 Elliot 📖🧡

Impartial to PDA - He’s happy to do PDA as long as it’s not over the top. A cheek kiss or a simple peck, hand holding, brushing your hair out of your face. You know, the classics.

Shows PDA if it’s appropriate. He’s not going to make out with you in front of your family or friends, but he’d hold your hand for reassurance.

Elliot’s favourite type of PDA is kissing the back of your hand to greet you. It just makes him feel so fuzzy inside and happy.

🤍🩺 Harvey 🩺🤍

Impartial to PDA - He doesn’t necessarily like PDA but will do it if you want to and if you initiate it. Harvey will cuddle you back in front of everyone and give you a forehead kiss. He probably wouldn’t go further than that as he’s a professional.

Again, like Elliot, he’d show PDA if it was appropriate. Probably a bit more apprehensive.

Harvey’s favourite type of PDA is when you pull him into a hug and he rests his chin on your head. He feels like you’re both pretty invincible when you’re like that.

💙🎸Sam 🎸💙

Likes PDA - You cannot get this man to let go of your hand. If he’s not got his hand in yours, his arm is wrapped around your waist or shoulder. Gives you random kisses throughout the day, and sometimes gets a bit carried away and peppers your face with light kisses in front of everyone and you have to tell him to calm down.

You basically have to peel him off you to go to the bathroom if you’re out and about. He’s not necessarily clingy or possessive, he just has a lot of feelings.

Sam’s favourite type of PDA is when he hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulders, wrapping his arms around your waist.

💜🎮Sebastian 🎮💜

Dislikes PDA - He’s shy about it, he’ll hold your hand if you initiate it and will let you kiss his cheek but he’d be super shy about other stuff. If he’s feeling protective of you though, he will wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer.

Sebastian would show PDA if he was using it to comfort you, like a hand on the small of your back or gently placing his hand in yours if you are nervous or upset. 

It’d be holding your hand and stroking the back of it with his thumb. It just feels so intimate and he feels closer to you when he does it so that’s why it’s his favourite.

🖤🐓Shane 🐓🖤

Hates PDA - Don’t even think about it. He’d hug or kiss you goodbye and hello but that’s about it. The closest he gets is putting his arm around your shoulder.

Shane would really only show PDA if he was giving you a kiss to say hello/goodbye. Occasionally, if he was relaxed, he’d put his arm around your shoulder. He just really believes that he should be showing affection behind closed doors.

If he had to pick, it’d be the first kiss of the day, when you’ve first come to visit him. Seeing you just makes him so happy that he forgets other people are around for a few minutes.

[vrystalius]

Hello! May I request the hashira reaction to a child reader (6-7year) who's basically a yoriichi reincarnation? Like the hashira were struggling against an uppermoon, but reader interferred at a crucial moment and cut them down effortlessly with the hashira's own sword :] here comes the dilemma of how to proceed with a clearly abandoned child who's not a demon slayer yet easily managed to do what no hashira was able to do in centuries , not to mention their extremely young age. Thanks!

❕The hashira’s reaction to you as Yorichii’s reincarnation

You saving the hashira’s asses (with their own weapons!) as Yorichii’s child reincarnation.

Here’s my masterlist for the hashira.

Here’s my masterlist for the demons.

Note: Thank you for sending in a request! I hope I wrote it just the way you imagined and expected it. I think I struggled a little bit, but I you like it anyway, anon! <3 I’m thinking of making a part.2 with Giyu, Obanai, Mitsuri and Shinobu, but let’s see how this picks up first.

Pairing: Sanemi, Gyomei, Kyojuro, Tengen x gn!child!reader

💚 Sanemi Shinazugawa 💚

Sanemi was more impressed that he managed to fuck up this bad that he needed help from a frail child. He feels embarrassed. Embarrassment turn into humiliation, and that into rage. So, Sanemi did what he doest best. Yell and throw around insults.

“What the fuck were you thinking, kid? You could’ve fucking died! How can you even lift my katana?? Your arm is thinner than my damn finger!!”

But deep down, he’s kind of impressed. How did you even manage to do that? You look starved and dirty, as if homeless or neglected. Your yukata was stained and old, and seemingly the only article of clothing you have, obvious by the lack of shoes and socks. Geez, you’ll get sick like that, Sanemi thinks.

But as Sanemi inspected you further (and snatching his katana out of your hands) he noticed some kind of mark on your forehead. Is this the demon slayer mark Muichiro and Mitsuri were talking about back then? That would explain where your energy and skill to kill a former Lower Moon came from. Sanemi also saw how dirty and filthy your hair was, but he could see the deep maroon colour and the red tips peeling through. If someone were to wash your hair, it would look beautiful. Maybe Sanemi could even braid it?

But this was something to think about later. You look like you’re gonna fall over and just die of dehydration or starvation at any moment, or just freeze to death on the spot. If he wants to or not, Sanemi has to take you in for the moment. He can bring you back to the estate and hand you over to Shinobu or something later.

Sanemi would pick you up, into his arms, and wrap his cropped haori around your fragile body to warm you up a little.

“Let’s grab something for you to eat and maybe some clean clothes m’kay? I’ll bring you somewhere safe. Here, I got some ohagi. Eat up, you’ll need the strength to walk. I won’t carry your ass forever.”

🤎 Gyomei Himejima 🤎

Gyomei likes being around children. They are innocent, fragile, weak and need to be protected. They lie, too, but Gyomei doesn’t take it to heart when they do. He never did. Children are children after all.

But when he met you, right after you simply beheaded Upper Moon Five while he struggled, Gyomei knew that you are not an ordinary child. You do not need protection, you are strong enough to take care of yourself, and he can sense the powerful aura you had. He never felt this strong of an aura before, ever. It was almost overwhelming to his heightened senses.

“You seem very strong for a child. Where did you learn all this skill?”

In the ranks of the hashira, no one besides Gyomei can wield his morningstar. It’s too unique and western-style of a weapon to be used by an ordinary slayer, if you ignore the heavy weight all together. It takes a lot of training to wield something like that.

With that being said, Gyomei was surprised to say the least when he heard how you swung his weapon with ease. He felt the heat it was radiating after you beheaded the demon. What kind of breathing were you using?

“You seem tired. How about I carry you back to my estate? It’s safe , and you can rest there. On our way there, we can talk about how you got this strong. Shall I carry you on my shoulders?”

❤️‍🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku ❤️‍🔥

(Let’s just imagine he never fought Akaza during the Muegen Train Arc)

Kyojuro was walking beside what’s left of the Lower Moon’s Muegen train, checking for any more survivors and passengers. Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu and Inouske were heading into the opposite direction to check the other half of the train, while Kyojuro inspected the head of the train (in hopes of finding his katana as well, wich he somehow lost).

That’s where he found you, buried underneath the rubble and remains of the train, luckily unscathed. Kyojuro was ecstatic to have found such a frail child like you in such a terrible situation.

“I’m glad I found you in time! Are you hurt? Hungry? Thirsty?”

But as Kyojuro inspected you, he recognised the yukata you were wearing. He could’ve swore that he saw someone similar flashing before his eyes, beheading the train with some kind of fiery technique. It wasn’t flame breathing, he would’ve recognised it immediately. It was more powerful, more bright. It resembled the power of the sun.

That’s when it hit him. Yes, it was indeed you who beheaded the Lower Moon! Your small stature, your aura. Kyojuro laughed loudly when he realised. You, a child, managed to defeat a Lower Moon! With his own sword as well! Even if you did snatch his katana when you had the chance to kill said demon, he forgave you. You saved them all after all.

He made a mental note to look through all the corps’ records, including the flame hashira archives his father Shinjuro keeps back in their home. Perhaps Kyojuro can find what kind of breathing technique you were using, in case you don’t know yourself.

Kyojuro took his haori off his uniform and wrapped you in it, lifting you off the ground and holding you close to his naturally heated body. You looked surprisingly neglected and starved, as if no one took care of you back home. If you even had a home.

“You did great defeating such a powerful Lower Moon! You should be proud of yourself! How about we share some bento boxes when we head back?”

(You ended up being forced to eat multiple bento boxes because Kyojuro was worried you might starve to death on him.)

🩷 Tengen Uzui 🩷

He is incredibly embarrassed. First, Tengen didn’t notice how Daki was not the real Upper Moon right away. Second, his hand gets sliced off clean. Third, he let his nichirin-blades get snatched by a child. And fourth, that said child managed to behead Gyutaro while that blonde kid and boar boy beheaded Daki. Tengen basically didn’t even do anything! He just let himself get poisoned and lost a hand, then just laid in dirt the rest of the fight. How unflashy and boring!

But he did notice the technique you used to behead the Gyutaro. It was fiery and bright, similar to his friend’s Kyojuro’s flire breathing, just that yours is much more powerful or something. Tengen made a mental note to ask his friend about the fire breathing techniques later.

“Hey kid, lend me a hand will ya?”

What a poor choice of words. He could tell that by your unimpressed expression, but you understood what he meant by that anyway. After giving him his blades back and lifting him off the ground, you helped him walk out of the rubble that was once the entertainment district. Tengen is surprised by your strength and that you’re even able to make him walk upright, but that surprise quickly turned into curiosity.

He noticed the red, flamey mark on your forehead and your dark, maroon hair. You looked very flashy, but neglected. You’re kinda dirty, too. Tengen thinks a little bit of make-up and a nice bath can make you look all flamboyant again! Oh, and yeah, he guesses you’re pretty strong too. But that’s beside the point for now.

Then, finally, Tengen was met with the lovely view of his wives.

“Lord Tengen!! You’re okay! We were so worried!! Waaahh!!”

“Be quiet, Suma! Can’t you see Tengen needs to rest?

“Who’s this little thing here? She looks so thin.”

“My new, flashy and flamboyant apprentice, Hina!”

💠

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Thank you again for requesting, I hope I wrote about what you had in mind. I just got a request for Genya, so I’ll be working on that soon as well.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves. <3

[divinit3a]

i really like your eldritch aliens story.

pls may i have some more?

hehe hi, thank you :D that means a lot to me to hear!! (i like them also... tis fun to draw Freaklets)

the lovely @rosescarletful wrote a oneshot for them!! (they have requests open, the kindest of the kind 💚)

I gently place some doodles into your hands....

and... a snippet of writing for them, below... :3c

The back of your eyelids flutter as you lift your head up. 

At the sight that greets you, you struggle to lurch back. And fail. 

Moving in a constant ripple is a wall of seamless gristle. Cut into the expanse is segments which begin to define the edges of its limbs into coarse webbing, the distinct and unpleasant color of viscera. 

From the writhing mass, blossoming outward like an unruly, parasitic sprout off an orchid, a mockery of familiar features takes form. The surface of its body is unnaturally smooth and simultaneously jagged in other areas, like a sculptor’s unfinished chisel into pure marble. 

The body bends down closer. It pushes a semblance of a face near yours. The motion is all too fluid and fast, like it lacks the skeletal structure to bend at joints with a limited range. Instead, the flesh folds and collapses into itself. Reforms elsewhere. 

From the center of what you’d call its chest, an eye blinks open. Peeling apart the flat plane to make room for the rounded optic that pushes outward. Rings of light circle around what you designate its pupil. The brightest point.

Once you make the mistake of eye contact, a compulsion latches onto you. 

It feels impossible to look away.  

You shrink back further into the web of sinew that binds you in place. The scientific half of your mind is curious. The logical half of your mind is deeply afraid. 

You hurry to squeeze your eyes shut as all of their remaining infinite eyes blink open. 

Every pupil leers directly at you. Countless white dots. There's an intense pressure, like a migraine, pressing down on your brain. It feels like having fingers caress against the spongy organ before squeezing so hard that it threatens to bleed out your nostrils instead.

Soft suggestions flood in. Soothe over the pain with mindless, humming static. The wordless messages caress your subconscious like wind sweeping through strands of hair. To look. To open your eyes.

[myers-meadow]

Halsin who sees you as the center of his orbit. Halsin who keeps you grounded while all other companions have large obstacles to overcome. Halsin who will make sure you're alright above all else. Halsin who is the one who takes care of you, after a battle, after sex, any and every time you need him. Halsin who puts himself last. Halsin who never asks for much. Halsin who others rely on endlessly. Halsin who just wants to be close to you, no matter in what way.

Halsin has my entire heart 💚. I'll peel his fruit for him, braid his hair, wash his back, clean his wounds until they've healed. During the adventures, I'll bring him books to read, listen to his teachings about nature, learn from him how to tell edible and non-edible berries apart, bring him honey and honeycomb every time I see a beehive. I'll show him patience, affection, attentiveness and a shoulder to lean on whenever he needs. Anything for him🥺🌻🍯

[strulobitch]

Papa Stroll pairs his Omega son with Alpha Fernando, because of course he is the highest bidder.

At first, Fernando doesn't like Lance, but little by little he falls in love with him and courts him properly.

Lance has been single for a long time, so it's difficult to tame him at first.

Awww, I like this idea

Maybe Fernando has heard all about how Lance is such a bitchy and difficult omega, how he's moody and bratty and coasts through life with his papa's money

When he's presented the opportunity to bid on him however, he takes it. He needs a mate, he wants pups and he's getting old. Plus, money and connections from the Stroll family is a plus

They get married almost instantly, but it's more of a formality than anything based on love. They go on their honeymoon, sleeping on the opposite sides of the bed, not hating but not loving each other either

As the days go by, however, Fernando starts slowly peeling away the hardened layers of Lance's media training, chiseling away at the walls he's built up to protect himself and reaching out through the cobwebs formed in his souls from years of loneliness to see the scared, vulnerable and insecure omega underneath it all

Fernando begins to see the vulnerability, the small ways he expresses himself, the truth behind the lies and the hatered cast upon him simply for being the son of Lawrence Stroll

And Fernando decides to court his omega properly

He buys gifts, he gives flowers, he does anything and everything that a proper alpha would do doring courting

Just one problem...

Lance has never been courted. He has never been on the receiving end of true alpha love, maybe not even having lost his virginity yet

The poor thing is so confused about the switch up, and the alpha pheromones are making him dazed, all of it making him feel overwhelmed, maybe even a bit scared

So he retaliates. He pulls away, snaps back, thinking the older man is making fun of him or playing with him

So Fernando has to be gentle. He has to be patient and understanding, getting through to Lance and making him understand that he is not undesireable

And eventually he gets through to Lance, who is so overwhelmed at the idea of an alpha truly and really wanting him that he tears up

They try the whole mating thing again. They exchange rings on the balcony of their suite, and consummate the marriage as the moon shines in through the open windows

They end up happily together, and have beautiful pups not long after they return from the honeymoon💚

[fleur-marigold]

my beloved goobers Bard & Miriam 💜💚

(⭐ I'll have prints of this design in my store sometime next week! keep your eyes peeled if you're interested.)

[yukkuo]

thank you for saving us...we were so thirsty...💛💛💛💛 YOUR ONESHOT WAS SO GOOD!! HOW COULD ANYONE NOT GET CUTENESS AGGRESSION FROM LOOKING AT HIM 😭😭😭 kurogames may push the kitty cat rovers agenda (I mean FRover is 100% a tuxedo cat to me the quiet but confident kind of black cat...) but in my heart I hold the firm belief that MRover is a PUPPY!!! HES A BORN YEARNER 💔💔💔

and on that note...truer words have never been said about past rover being possessive. possessive AND a yearner. WORLD SHATTERING COMBINATION 😭😭😭 if he had a s/o in the past then no wonder solaris-III is still messed up he's too busy yearning ☠️☠️☠️

I'd like to see some HCs if you have any of how do you think past Rover and present Rover were different...they may be the same person; their innate personality might be the same, but experiences and memory makes the man! One year of world-saving acitivities VS millions ☠️ of years of fighting a Moebius loop against a global catastrophe is sure to change someone 😭😭😭

I wish you well on your exams too! Don't rush, take it easy, and have fun! Take your time, and no need to jump into this req until you're ready 💚💚

-RoverCultLeader9000 💚

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂'𝐒!

Most likely OOC I fear, sorry🥀, SLIGHT yandere Rover maybe?? Not really

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɪ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴɪsʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴇxᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴍᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴇsᴛs! ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ғɪʀsᴛ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ.. ʜᴇʜ... ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀs ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴏᴡ sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜᴘ ᴏғ ᴛᴇᴀ!

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑—

Boy oh boy where do I start.. Hehehehe

If you haven't seen it, in one of my talks I was thinking how past Rover would be a little teensy bit possessive (a lot).

Would absolutely NOT let you leave his sight, he has been through hell and back and knows how cruel this world is yet he can't help but sympathize with the people of the world.

But he's not gonna put you at risk at all, Nuh uh, no.

Again, he would not really leave you alone because of how dangerous the world is, even if you can take care of yourself he is not leaving you alone.

This probably goes for both past and present Rover but they listen to EVERY SINGLE DETAIL YOU SAY.

It's like a part of his brain is reserved just for you, mentally taking notes of things you hate and like, your good habits and bad habits.

Yeah his present self may have a knack for reading people like an open book. But Past! Rover could just GLANCE at you and tell what type of person you are.

He's definitely somewhat more of an aggressive yearner.

HE'S STILL SOFT WITH YOU DON'T GET ME WRONG

He just really really really REALLY wants you to notice how devoted he is to you

Sometimes when you're not looking he'll just play with a strand of your hair. Like he genuinely cannot take his eyes off of you.

"Would you peel an orange for me?" He'd peel a whole fucking box of pomegranates for you if you even glanced at them.

Sometimes when you're even trying to buy something he'll stand beside you because he doesn't like the way people are staring at you.

Like yeah?? You're pretty?? It's reserved for his eyes only.

He won't say anything though, the quietest yearner you would ever meet. Sometimes you can't even tell if hes actually in love and just over protective.

He wants that cookie BAD.

At this point mf worships you like forget the Lament?? You're the sole reason for his existence.

Let this man be selfish once in a while cause the only love he wants is yours💔

I gotta calm down.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑—

When he woke up again he felt a sense of urgency to find something, someone. But he genuinely didn't know what it was.

I feel like he would be somewhat softer??

Definitely softer yearning than before.

When he saw you it was literally love at first sight, your hand reaching for his heart as it ripped open his rib cage. It's been like that for centuries and he wouldn't even know. He just mistook it for curiosity at first is all.

I feel like he'd be a bit more touchy, therefore it's just a slightly bit more obvious that he wants you.

Like for example, he'd grab your hand claiming that he didn't want to lose you by accident. Sometimes with a brush of your hand against his would suffice.

At your every call, he's running towards you as soon as you start uttering a single letter of his name.

He's more protective now than possessive, but he knows you can take care of yourself so he lets you do your thing.

In a subconscious manner he'll try to match your breathing pattern like he's trying to become one with you.

There is still several aspects of his past self in his current self. He himself doesn't know.

He's the pathetic type of yearning.

He feels so SO SO homesick for arms that have never held him (your arms) (he wants to be held by you so bad it's basically killing him)

In conclusion Rover wants ALL OF YOU in general. Your flaws. Mistakes. Imperfections. He wants you and only you. You're a part of him now so he's gonna look for you in every life👅

[carlos-in-glasses]

Happy Wednesday everybody and Happy Birthday to @thisbuildinghasfeelings! 🥳 This is a teaser from my fic for Anne, coming later this month! I'm so excited to share this! (Also you can check out @lemonlyman-dotcom's adorable fic for Anne here, which is part of the same series!) 🧡

In which Carlos has been hurt and Jonah aged 7 knows how to make it better:

Jonah looks down at his stripey t-shirt. Above his heart is a round sticker with a smiling cartoon lion on it. A Band-Aid for some reason is on the lion’s mane, as if a mane could bleed, and the words I Was Brave Today arch over his golden head. When TK and Jonah announced their arrival at the front desk, a nurse in pink scrubs took one look into Jonah’s worried, curious eyes and presented him with the sticker for being, she said, “A brave visitor.” 

Jonah picks at the sticker’s gluey circumference, peels a little of it away before nudging TK.

Carlos watches Jonah and TK lean into each other so Jonah can speak to him quietly.

“You can do that,” Carlos hears TK say, “Go on.”

Tentatively, Jonah gets out of TK’s lap and crosses the speckled gray floor, which suddenly seems vast and exposing. He gets like this sometimes, unmoored from his papas or his friends or adults he knows well. A step forward in front of a stranger, like Nurse Anita, makes him almost woozy with nerves. His natural giggliness and mischief becomes the vanishing point on the horizon, and it’s like he can see himself as a tiny dot in the center of nowhere, out of reach. One day he will have the language to explain this, but right now he is seven years-old and all he can do is swim for Carlos like he's a buoy in the ocean. As soon as he touches him, he can stabilize and breathe.

“Hi, baby,” Carlos says, stroking Jonah’s soft cheek with his left thumb.

Jonah looks up at him with a shy smile, peeling the rest of his sticker away.

“Oh, is this for me now?” Carlos asks.

Jonah nods, bashful and proud all in one, the glee returning to his eyes when Carlos accepts the sticker and presses it to his green t-shirt, over his own heart. For an afternoon, the little lion will take the place of his Ranger Star, and means the same thing.

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@neversleepuntilfive @everlastingday @carlossreaders @carlos-tk

@the-126-family @kiwichaeng @no-goodbyes-no-regrets @freneticfloetry - If you want to share/haven't already! No pressure ever! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Can I request more 2012? I really like your table tease story with Donnie BTW! My request is what do you think would be good turn ons and turn offs for the 2012 turtles.

Turn Ons and Turn Offs (18+)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: Of course you can!💚 And I’m happy that you liked it😘💜 These focuses mainly on the spicy stuff, but there’s also some general relationship aspects in there. As you know, not all turn ons has to be strictly sexual💙❤️ 💜🧡 (Btw, thought you all should know I wrote this while listening to Shady Lady by Ani Lorak).

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Talk about sex, and possible break ups. And spelling. My head did a upsi every once in a while.

Leonardo:

Turn Ons:

Your admiration for his leadership skills is evident, and Leonardo is drawn to your determination to better yourself, just like he always tries to better himself. He finds your disciplined nature and eagerness appealing, often finding himself lost in admiration as you dive into whatever you’re passionate about.

Your respect for tradition and loyalty to your friends resonates with his own values. Your ideas of a relationship matches up with his, and both of you found that you had the same goals for your love lives.

When you let him geek out and take an interest in his sci fi series, board games and martial art rants. It made him weak in the knees to have you sit next to him, listening intently to all his words.

Leo likes to view himself as an independent leader with a mind of steel, making the decisions and leading the flock. But, he did like it ALOT when you took control in the bedroom. It gave him a change to relax, and, well, you looked hot as fuck on top of him.

But as much as Leo LOVED it when you took control during intimate times, it made him feel like a true man and a real leader, whenever you looked to him for protection or help. It made you look so small and cute, and he could just eat you on the spot.

Training you. More than once a small training session between you and Leo had turned into a heated makeout.

Calling him Sensei. Leo will lose his shit and become dominant very quickly.

Your eyes. Leo loves to watch your eyes during sex. Both of you made a big deal out of looking into each other’s eyes during your climax.

Teasing. Him or you? It didn't matter. Leo just had a thing for teasing and foreplay, finding it amazing the longer it lasts.

Turn Offs:

If you did not understand his role as a leader and what it meant to him, Leonardo was OFF. Leo is committed to his given role, and he can become frustrated if he senses any disrespect towards their mission or disregard for his orders. That same goes for his partner, if they decided not to see how important it is for Leo.

He values structure and organization, so if you're too spontaneous or disregard the importance of training and preparation, it might put a strain on your relationship. It’s not that Leo doesn’t like a few spontaneous things, but he has a daily routine that he needs to follow.

Leo doesn’t like it when it gets too messy in the bedroom. Sure, he can get into the kinky stuff, and bodily fluids tend to get involved, but it has to be easy to clean. So it’s a big no when it comes to bringing food into the bedroom. Maybe something to drink so you can keep going, but other than a few snacks for movies, no food.

Degradation. Leo likes it when you call each other things; good boy, good girl, Sensei, slut has even been used, but he will never talk down to you. He’s not against talking about how much one of you was loving it, but peeling each other apart with words. Never ask or expect him to call you dumb, stupid or something worse, because he won’t do it.

If you bleed, either from a bite or Leo being a little too rough with you, he shuts the whole thing down. You can say you liked it, but Leo wasn’t having it. Blood meant pain, typically a pain that was way stronger than any pleasure. Leo did not like it, fearing that he was hurting you too much.

Raphael:

Turn Ons:

Your fiery spirit and unwavering determination catch Raphael's attention from the start. He's drawn to your confidence and independence, finding your willingness to stand up for what you believe in incredibly attractive.

Raphael appreciates your straightforwardness and isn't afraid to engage in some friendly banter and teasing with you, loving the challenge you present. Nothing could get Rapg in the mood, like when you returned his comment with an even fiery one, continuing back and forth until one was the ultimate winner. That winner tended to be the dominant one that night (even though Raph tended to take that role from you very quickly), or some very hot brat taming.

 Just like playful banter, playful fighting could rail Raph up so easily, trying his best to keep you pinned to the ground. He found it adorable to watch you struggle against him, and at times he would let you think you had the upper hand, before he pushed you to the ground, smiling mischievously at you, your flustered expression keeping him going every time.

Rough sex is his favorite kind. Though he would never try to intentionally hurt you, he did have a thing for hearing you whimper and plead for him, often turning into a whole game of dirty talk.

Begging has Raph spinning. He could lose his mind, just to the sound of your begging. However, if you really want him to enjoy it, don’t beg straight away. Make him fight for it. That’s the most fun part.

This man LOVES spanking. It is the sound, and the way your flesh jiggles afterwards, and the reddening of your skin, almost matching the color of his bandana. Raph loves watching your ass turn red during doggy style, calling it proof that he has been the one doing this to you.

Sex outside the bedroom? This man will do it anywhere with you. All you have to do is ask, and he will do it.

Turn Offs:

While Raphael admires your independence, he can become frustrated if he feels like you're shutting him out or keeping secrets. He values honesty and loyalty above all else, so if he senses any deceit or manipulation, it could lead to some serious clashes between you two. He can easily become insecure, overthinking very quickly, and make up ideas in his head, based on things you once said. Just talk to him, it makes everything easier.

Raph’s not a fan of overly clingy behavior and needs his space to process his emotions. That does not mean that he doesn’t want you around, but sometimes, when he’s mad at his brothers, he just needs to punch a punching bag first, before he tells you what's going on.

Raph loves to choke you doing sex, but if you choke him, he will pull away. Make sure he’s okay with it before you do it, otherwise he will start gaining some real trust issues when it comes to your intimate activities. He may be open for it one day, but he NEEDS to know it before you get down and dirty.

Stay. AWAY. From. His. ASS. No finger, no nothing. He ain’t doing it. Nope. Nuh-uh. Your butt, hell yeah! But his butt? FORGET IT.

His tail too! Ask first, otherwise, he will get aggressive or just walk away.

If you as much as joke about getting down with one of his brothers, his done. Leave. Raph is a pretty insecure guy, so a small joke can easily break him. Don’t do that to the poor guy. He’s trying his best.

You can get your ass spanked and your throat used and choked, but he will never make you bleed. He wants you to enjoy it just as much as him, so as soon as you tell him you don’t like it, he will stop. He will shut the whole thing down, even if you protest, deciding to spend the time cuddling instead.

As much as Raph loves to do nasty things with you, don’t you dare tell anybody. It’s not because he doesn’t want people to know that you two are intimate, but he just doesn't want people all up in his and your very personal business.

Donatello:

Turn Ons:

Donatello is captivated by your intellect and curiosity, often finding himself engrossed in deep conversations with you about science, technology, and the mysteries of the universe.

He's drawn to your creativity and innovative thinking, appreciating your unique perspective on the world. Your passion for learning and exploring new ideas resonates with his own interests, creating a strong intellectual connection between you two.

Donnie is a BIG fan of phone sex. Masturbation together over the phone or sexting when you couldn’t be together. He loved it all. If you’re in the mood, just send him a pic and he is ready. He can fix whatever he was working on another time.

He has a thing for seeing you in his color. A purple shirt, or maybe even surprise him with purple underwear, and he will be ON. Sometimes he will even let you wear his bandana, maybe even wrapping it around you during sex. He just loved the sight.

Donnie LOVES dirty talk. All of it. He can be so sweet and caring on any other occasion, but during sex, he can talk so nasty to you, making you wonder where all that came from. But in truth, he had always been like that. It just took a person he trusted to bring it out of him.

Neither you or Donnie have a set role when it comes to sex. You feel like being submissive? Sure, then he’ll dominate you until your world starts shaking. Or let’s say that you feel like dominating, Donnie will happily be submissive, begging and pleading for you.

Let him watch you. Please! He finds it so hot!

Your purple genius turtle likes to try out news in the bedroom. He has a very open mind when it comes to your sex life, and will pretty much try anything you bring up, and things that has been thinking about for some time.

Turn Offs:

Donnie doesn’t have a lot of sexual turn offs, most of them having something to do with the maintenance of a relationship. But he will NEVER do anything you don’t want him to! Never ever! If you don’t want to, he will throw the idea away, prioritizing your comfort way more.

Donnie values honesty and transparency in a relationship, so if he feels like you're hiding something or being evasive, it can cause some tension between you two.

When it comes to relationships, he's also not a fan of recklessness or impulsiveness, preferring to carefully analyze situations before taking action. He wants to talk to you first, going through all the pros and cons, making sure that both of you are on the same page, and that nothing is left in the unknown. If you disregard safety protocols or act without thinking things through, it could lead to some disagreements.

Donnie is not always available, even though he really wants to be. Since he’s the only one that knows how to fix a toaster, his help is often needed in the lair. Therefore it would really discourage him in the long run, if you didn’t come down to visit him.

Cut him off during his long rambles about the newest thing he was working on, or show a general lack of interest in his work, and Donnie will quickly find himself rethinking the entire relationship. It’s not a lot he’s asking for, and his trying his best to make space for you in his life, so if you can’t give him that, is it even worth it?

Break some of his work on purpose, and he will feel like you have betrayed him.

Michelangelo:

Turn Ons:

Your fun-loving nature and sense of humor immediately click with Mikey's laid-back personality. He's drawn to your adventurous spirit and willingness to join him on spontaneous escapades around the city. Mikey loves your positive attitude and ability to find joy in the simplest of things, often finding himself laughing and smiling more when you're around.

There’s many ways to get Mikey in the mood, one of the easiest ones being just telling him. Whisper in his ear and tell him you’re in the mood, and you’ll find that he too will be in the mood. It doesn’t take much more than that.

Something as simple as cuddling could get him going. Hug him in a certain way that reminded him of how you would press yourself against him, and his mind would go wandering until he couldn’t contain his excitement anymore.

Dress up in something revealing, and Mikey will not be able to keep his hands from himself. Especially something that puts focus on your chest. It will definitely help with this boob man.

There’s no way around it, but Mikey will bring food into the bedroom, and he will find a way to involve it in your acts. Licking syrup off of each other, or maybe eating ice cream from your chest. If Mikey can think of it, he will do it.

Mikey genuinely wants sex to be fun and enjoyable for both of you. It is a light hearted and pleasurable affair, and he will not see any reason to stop before you and him are satisfied… for the time being.

Sneaking around in the lair and in the city above can also really get him going. Mikey can’t help it. The thought of getting caught did some very interesting things to him.

Does Mikey like to be a little submissive sometimes? Yes, yes he does.

Roleplay? YES! This man LOVES it! Anything creative in the bedroom and he is hooked!

Turn Offs:

Mikey is not a fan of negativity or pessimism, preferring to surround himself with positivity and optimism. He understands that not everything is a dance on roses, but if you continuously point out the negative, he can find himself growing quite bored or maybe even tired of the relationship.

If there is one thing Mikey can’t stand, it is when he is forced to put a damper on his imagination and creativity. Tell him no to a good roleplay one too many times, and he will become quite agitated.

Mikey understands that sometimes life gets serious, he does not like it when his sex life has to be serious too. Mikey is not against intense intimacy with eye contact and all that, but let him have fun dammit! Can’t he have fun, then what is the purpose?!

Stick to one position for too long, and Mikey will get bored. And once Mikey is bored, the mood is gone. Keep it interesting, listen to his suggestions and have fun.

Keep Mikey stuck in the bedroom for too long, and he will - you guessed it - get bored. If you won’t sneak around with him, he will feel utterly lost in boredom. It takes a lot to make Mikey rethink a whole relationship, but with everything combined, he may be getting close to that point.

And the worst of them all. Probably the one he would put as the base for a break up; make him feel or call him childish. Now, Mikey wouldn’t care if his brothers called you and Mikey immature and childish, but if you called him that, along with sucking all the fun out of his life, Mikey would call it quits. He wants to have fun with his partner, and if his partner refused to do that, he wouldn’t want to be with them.

[apsciencebylyn]

Scolopendra viridis. One of Florida's lorgest* and prettiest myriapods, often found when peering under logs and peeling bark. Love the pale blue 💚

*I have a picture of one with my finger for scale somewhere, from last year, it's as long as my finger.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hey! May I make a request for Dazai? I would love to see him a flustered mess just because someone is taking care of him? Kind of like a mommy kink but somehow deeper? I don’t know, but I love your writing! Thank you for loving subs!!! 💚💚💚

Ahhh, thank you my dear, I’m glad you enjoy my works <33 since you didn’t specify on what exactly, I’ll only write the tension/ foreplay part

Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gender neutral

Warning: teasing, a little body worship (from reader), praise kink (?), use of pet names

“Hey… no need to treat me like a princess alright?”

Dazai chuckled nervously, hiding his eagerness behind a calculated smile. He thought the two of you were finally getting into the mood, so he jumped onto the bed, waiting for you to devour him. Instead of getting what he expected, you started collecting the nearby pillows and putting them beneath him. One beneath his head, his neck and his waist. You tried your best to make it comfortable for the male, smiling gently as you reassured him, “I know you are strong, sweetie, I just want to treat you right.”

His arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer while you kissed his face. First the tip of his nose, then his cheeks. Each time you did so, he clenched his eyes, blushing slightly when he noticed your hands around his body. Dazai couldn’t resist the chance to tease you, scoffing in amusement, “Hah, you were acting so gentle but you are a pervert in reality, aren’t you?” He could feel your fingertips trace the outlines of his body, each nook and cranny has been caressed by your light touch. It tickled him, it made him feel tingles bloom wherever your skin made contact. As if fireworks exploded inside him, encouraging him to plead you for more.

“If it makes you happy, you can call me that.” You responded to his remarks, not letting it bother you as you kissed his neck. The feeling of your lips brushing along his jaw all the way to his Adam’s apple ended with him breathing heavily, fingers intertwined with his own ones, holding onto you as if you could disappear in any moment. “Stop it with the games, you’re making me impatient.” Dazai snarked again, now glaring at you through lustful eyes. You can’t just rile him up and do nothing, can you?

Instead of obeying his little tantrum there, you rested your hands on his hips for a moment. Rubbing your cheek against his tummy and kissing his bellybutton. He stared at you with needy eyes, almost on the verge of begging you to do more. Then you licked that area, causing him to jump and trash around slightly. “Hu-hmm? Ahhh, stop it with the teasing!” How mad he sounded, but it was so adorable in your eyes. He was like a defiant cat.

You grinned at him, then answered with, “just lay back and enjoy, I’ll take care of it baby, I’ll make you feel good~” it wasn’t a promise, it was a statement. Just that alone was enough to shut him up. His eyes trembled in anticipation, awaiting what you had to offer with curiosity and excitement. “I.. haha..I hope you will then.” Slowly he was running out of words, not knowing what to say in opposition to your smart counters.

After getting his consent, your hands trailed lower, now holding his thighs and squeezing them. “Such a pretty boy for me.” Then you raised them and clasped them over your shoulder. “Hah?! Wait- that, this position is.. ughh!!” Poor baby didn’t even have time to adjust and think and you were already manhandling him however you wanted. It has gotten difficult to continually wrap his arms around your neck, so he let them fall flat onto the bed. Now they served a different purpose, this time clenching the sheets as his face flushed into a bright crimson.

The mating press huh...? But the both of you were still clothed. How embarrassing. Dazai pressed his lips tightly shut, sweat forming on his forehead at the realisation. You on the other hand seems to be enjoying yourself, one hand now slowly peeling off his disheveled clothes. “Try to stay still, I’ll take care of you alright?” Again, you smiled at him, bringing forth a sense of comfort. He has noticed this for a while now, you kept doing everything on your own, ending with him not having to do anything. It was a strange feeling. Sure, he enjoyed lazing around, but actually having someone who took everything off his shoulder was new.

Suddenly he avoided your gaze, legs shaking as they tangled behind your neck. “Hm? What’s this, are you alright darling?” He jolt, yelping a little as he replied, “I-I’m fine. Just, all the blood has been flowing into my brain you know.” Well well, he was quick to think of good responses, you had to give him that. “I see..” you said, then you stroked his hair. “As long as you are liking this, i did say I’ll make you feel good.” A giggle followed soon after you finished your sentence. “Ah.. yea.” Damn it, why was communicating getting more difficult by the second? He was so embarrassed for no reason! All you did was being close to him, touch his hair and body, as well as whisper some sweet words… why was he already such a mess?

Of course his flustered appearance didn’t escape your sharp eyes. You leaned down again and kissed his lips, catching him off guard. It was only a small peck, but the brunette looked like he was about to explode. Even he was wondering what was wrong with him. Normally he wasn’t like this! He was acting like such a fool right now, as if he was still a virgin~ Oh but by no means you minded. Goodness, you adored this cute side of his. Ah.. there was no helping yourself, he was too adorable for you to hold back. So you uttered in an almost suspiciously sweet voice, “I’ll treat you so well today dazai, to the point you’ll need me to take care of you again tomorrow~”

Luckily he didn’t need to use his legs, otherwise he would have stumbled and crashed down. Because he just knew his knees were going weak in that moment.