Having thoughts on Robert, I believed he has this kink, the one in middle of fucking his cock into your insides and suddenly a caller ID appeared on your phone rings either from work or Z-Team, your numbered friend, or maybe one of your exes who didn't give you a deserving treatment like Robert does. A fucking deserving sex life.
He noticed your gaze on the night stand, phone ringing loudly and sees who's on the line, it is indeed one of your exes and gods he didn't hesitate to press the answer button and too late to react you were unable to do so because on how he's hitting the right spots sending you to edge. He pressed the phone to your ear still thrusting his hips but he went slow and deep not to disturb your conversation.
The 'caller' seems to be trying to talk to you nicely and you nodded still not listening to him, because Robert keeps bullying his cock in and out of you trying to find words to reply on him. Holding on to your husband's abdomen trying to stop him that your about to overstimulate oh no no he won't listen. He's enjoying it.
Robert is rather getting impatient and grabs your phone tossing on the bedside without ending the call and fully fucks you to the fullest hugging his neck as he hard but gently bites down your skin he already knew to you're not interested of course.
You are my first Danganronpa request... and you request my third favourite character. Congratulations! You are now my new favourite person random stranger! This ended up being a lot harder to write than i thought it would be. I went back and forth for ages on this. If there is anything you don't like let me know and i'll fix it.
Warnings: Mentions of blood / Takes place during the killing game / Swearing. You know just Mondo being Mondo
Mint Leaves | Mondo x Ultimate Herbalist (Reader)
“Dammit…” An almost silent curse left Mondo’s throat. All he could see in his vision was the annoyingly bright red lights of the dormitory hallway, and a door. This singular cursed door he just couldn’t seem to do anything with. Just staring at it, almost afraid to even touch the door. “Come on… be a man and just knock. Not that hard!”
And yet, he didn’t move, the staring only continuing. If the door had eyes, Mondo would be winning this staring contest.
“Ugh this is fucking stupid!” Mondo’s voice echoed loudly throughout the empty hallway, throwing his head back in defeat. The door had won this round. “It’s a damn door! So why can’t I just knock!?”
“As much as I enjoy hearing you howling like a wounded cub. Some of us are trying to sleep.” An almost snake-like voice yanked Mondo back to reality, snapping his neck to the side irritated. Togami… The definition of an annoying rich boy who thinks he’s better than everyone.
Mondo’s eye twitched as his lip turned into a snarl, staring down at the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. Togami wasn’t close by, merely standing outside his door, arms crossed with a raised eyebrow. Which only angered the Biker even more. “The hell you say to me? You trying to start something rich boy!?”
“Hm… It’s certainly amusing to watch you bang your chest like a caged monkey.” A smirk crosses Togami’s face as he adjusts his glasses, moving a hand to his hip as the other gestures to the floor by Mondo’s feet. “However, you're getting blood on the floor. If you aren't going to knock on the door. At least clean up after yourself before you scare the poor thing.”
Blinking in confusion, Mondo stared down at his feet only to realise a small pool of blood no bigger than his foot had appeared courtesy of the giant gash on his palm. That was why he was here, standing outside your door and now being berated by Togami. A defeated sigh left Mondo’s lips as a satisfied hum left Togami’s, followed by the sound of footsteps. “The hell you doing!?”
“Relax will you!” Togami snapped now standing next to Mondo, an arm reaching out towards him. Before Mondo had a chance to either hit or step back from Togami. The sound of knocking filled the Bikers ears like a wave. “I’m doing what you seem to be to chicken to do. Now hurry this along and let the rest of us sleep in peace.”
Staring blankly at Togami, mouth agape as he watched the rich boy quickly flee, a trail of dust behind him as he ducked into his room seemingly not wanting to be seen. If he wasn’t so calm about it, perhaps it would have been funny.
“Mondo?” Now it was your turn to snap Mondo out of his trance. His face turned bright red as if caught doing something bad, he couldn't even muster up anything more than a nervous stammer before you noticed how he was holding his hand. “What happened! You’re bleeding!”
“I shouldn’t be here! Ignore you saw me yeah!?” Making an escape attempt, Mondo spun on his heel and attempted to follow Togami’s escape plan only to find himself being Yanked into your room. Surprisingly he didn’t lose his balance and stayed up right.
“I said let me look. I can’t have you bleeding on the floor now can i?” You respond sternly, letting go of his coat which you used to yank him back. Pointing down at the puddle of blood outside your door. “You were outside my door for a reason so please, let me at least look at it.”
Looking at your face, he found it impossible to say no. The glow of hope in your eye, the almost pleading pout made him want to yell. As much as he hated getting help from others, he couldn’t say no. So with a hesitant grumble of defeat he let you take his hand in yours. The moment you grabbed his wounded hand, his head snapped to the side, unable to look at you anymore. Mondo was ashamed of himself for seeking your help, he shouldn’t be relying on you to help him. It should be the other way around, right?
“How did you even do this? It's so deep… clean though which is good.” You mumbled to yourself, examining the cut on Mondo’s hand, it didn’t look like a knife gash. You would need to wrap this quickly. Sure it was a clean wound but that didn’t mean it wouldn't get infected regardless. “Come, sit down, let me wrap this.”
“You don’t need to do that. I can do it.” Mondo hastily replied, pulling his hand away from you.
“Stop being so stubborn! Sit down and be quiet, let me take care of you!” You snap, arms wrapping around his arm to pull him towards your bed. Despite saying he didn’t want your help, he was quick to move with you, even letting you sit him down on the edge of your bed. “Hold on i should have something around here somewhere”
Leaving Mondo sitting on your bed, you swiftly make your way to a bag on the floor, digging through it carefully. Mondo’s eyes carefully examining you, a soft smile warming his face, unable to stop the admiration from shining in his eyes. He really did have a soft spot for you, maybe that's why Fujisaki kept always trying to push him towards you. Or the fact Ishimaru would always try and weave you into whatever they were talking about, only to leave both of you alone.
“Found it!” With a yell of victory, you pulled out a small jar and a white box from your bag. “I was a little worried i didn't grab any of this stuff from the garden and hospital room! Can I see your hand again?”
“Hold it! Hell is that?” Mondo had already returned to his usual stoic look when you turned around to approach him again. He had risen to his feet once he saw what you were holding. The small jar had some kind of orange fauna in, whilst the box had a somewhat spiky looking plant and some fluffy looking leaves.
Dragging him by the arm, you force him back down on the edge of the bed. “These are going to help you. I'm no fool Mondo, I know you won’t go to the Nurse's office upstairs no matter what anyone says. So you get me instead. I may not be able to cure disease but I can stop infection and skin irritations. So shush and let me see your hand.”
“You ca-”
“Shush”
Promptly shushing. Mondo finally lets you dot on him, holding out his hand for you. A smile of victory briefly flashes on your face before turning to one of focus. Mondo’s returning to his secret but not secret soft smile. Time flew by as you worked carefully to treat the gash on his hand, using the Aloe Vera gel to help with disinfecting the wound, cleaning up any extra little dirt that may have been left behind. It was cold surprisingly tingly, causing Mondo’s hand to tense a few. Not once did he pull his hand away, more flexing into your touch than away, giving you all the motivation to keep going.
Once you’d made sure the wound was evenly covered and cleaned, you reached for the jar and took out a small amount of Calendula petals, spreading them gently and carefully around the edge of the cut. Carefully covering the orange petals with a tiny amount of aloe Vera, before you reached for the more fluffy looking herb. Lamb's ear, nature's bandage.
You carefully wrap the hand using a combination of the herb and some actual bandages you’d raided from the nurses office. “That should do it. Is it to lose? Too tight?”
“It’s fine… thanks.” Mondo nods, adjusting his grip as he admires your handiwork. “That herbalist stuff of yours… really is something else huh. I don’t understand a thing you did but I ain't gonna lie. My hand does feel good, I can't even tell there's anything wrong.”
“Good! Make sure to have someone change the bandage every few days, or if you're confident I'm sure you can figure it out yourself.” You tease, poking his nose briefly before placing your remedies back into your bag. Mondo’s face painted a lovely shade of red once more causing you to burst out laughing when you noticed.
“Hell you laughing at!” Mondo snapped, the embarrassment only made things worse and your laughter progress.You had never seen him break composure so many times in one night before so for him to turn into a tomato from a single tap made you break your own composure. Seems your laughter was contagious, as soon enough Mondo found himself chuckling alongside you. How did this night go from him being too chicken to knock on your door. To now the pair of you leaning into each other, laughing over a single poke. This certainly will be a memory Mondo will never forget.
Synopsis: You were fine with the job, the steps were easy enough but the secret of the D.D.D was getting harder and harder to contain. Each night a new entity would enter the building, each with its own horrific look and intentions. Just as you debate on leaving, a new resident has entered the premises; Francis Mosses who is absolutely entranced by your being.
Will you be as smitten of him as he is of you? Only time will tell.
Taglist; @tfamidoingwithmylife (Let me know if you want to be added!)
Oh, Mr. Mosses II
“There you are Ms. Svertchz, have a wonderful day!” The receptionist smiled and through the glass she carefully looked at the woman in front of her. Her nails were so clean, she noticed, they were always gelled, matching whatever premium outfit she had on that day.
“Yes, you too dear.” Without a glance at the younger woman the resident walked off, the tapping of her heels echoed through the old corridor and finally ceased when the elevator creaked its way down.
It had been a week since meeting Francis, and she hadn’t really gotten a true impression of the man. He was so quiet, so… watchful. Anything she did in front of him she could feel his eyes on her, always staring at her with this thoughtful yet blank expression.
He was just shy, she had thought. And if she was to make a move at all, it had to be small enough so that neither of them would be too embarrassed or caught off guard.
He was so handsome, he was dressed nicely all the time and his lazy gaze fit his face so well. His nose was a bit hooked and larger than the average, but he made it look rugged, sexy even.
With a shake to the head and a glance at the clock she let out a sigh. It was break time.
Clouds rolled in, the rain came down soon after and poured down mercilessly. The winds howled along with it and she swore that if it got any stronger, the building would come cascading down. Almost everyone had checked in for the night, everyone except, she eyed the list again; Francis Mosses.
With a squeeze to the paper she couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath.
It was hell waiting to see if the dupe would come through the doors. Recently it had been trickier to spot the fake, they were getting smarter, better.
Just the other day she almost let in a double of Ms. Bubbles, if she hadn’t noticed the lipstick was maroon instead of its usual raspberry who knows how many bodies would be littering the floor right now. The monster was furious she had caught on, it was so close, so close to being let in and getting its way through the building.
A slam startled her out of her thoughts, the doors to the plaza burst open from someone- or something walking inside.
The steps were slow, lazy, it had to be-
“Mmm. Hello.” The milkman smiled, and although it was small, it comforted the receptionist dearly.
“Hello Francis! The regular forms, please.” Straight to business, then who knows? Maybe ask him about coffee, a bookstore date, anything!
Grabbing the papers he slid them over to the entrance, pushing them through with ease.
Turning them over she began her rambling.
“How was your day, Francis? Things have been super slow here.” She mumbled, lining up each number and form.
“Mm, it was fine. The rain was a bit of a hindrance but it didn’t stop me from completing my routes.” God, the way she said his name, he had to stop himself from biting down on his knuckles. Perfect, how could someone be so perfect all the time?
He was enamored, obsessed even, with everything she was. It had been a week, sure, but it felt like a lifetime for him.
She was distracted, per usual so he could stare at her freely now with no embarrassment to be had. Yet.
Her blouse was simple, a nice pale pink that hugged her in all the right places. And was that, a pencil skirt? Holy hell, this woman would be the death of him.
With a glance to her left she looked at the schedule for the hundredth time, Francis' name was indeed there.
“Everything’s clear, sorry for the wait.” She smiled at him then, her perfect teeth molded smoothly around her lips and- did he say she was perfect yet?
“Thank you.” Those glossy lips were tantalizing him, that had to be new lipstick, there’s no way he hadn’t noticed that sheen before on those plump, kissable-
“Are you okay? You space out a lot,” she laughed.
Quickly grabbing his forms he shoved them in his pocket, not bothering to open his wallet once more.
He had to leave, the thoughts were getting to him, he felt hot, sweaty and tight in all the wrong places. It was a good thing his uniform came with black pants, otherwise he wouldn’t bother to show his face around any longer.
“Mm, have a good night.” Without a pause he made his way to the elevator, and if it wasn't for the hand that shot out the paper slot he would have made it there.
“Wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to grab you like that, but um,” his eyes couldn’t help but widen, looking down her hand was still around his wrist. So small, so soft.
“Do you… want to get coffee sometime?” She mumbled, although the rain was heavy and sounded out almost anything, he heard her. Because of course he did. Lifting his other arm, he couldn’t help but cover his mouth and cheeks. He rubbed his face, played it off as if he was really thinking it over, like it was a hard answer.
“Mmm. Sure that sounds good.” And with a light smile he met her eyes. They were shining, full of emotion and if he looked any longer there was no way he was leaving.
“Wait, really?” She gasped, letting go of his hand quickly and slotting it back to the other side.
“Mhm, just… I’ll come to you, my schedule is quite hectic, you see.”
“No of course! That sounds great, I'm sorry again for grabbing you,” And she truly looked apologetic, her face was so sympathetic, chin tilted downwards and she looked more like a kicked puppy than anything else.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” he’s totally not going to imagine her hands later, gripping his shoulders, neck, trailing them down further and further.
“I’ll see you soon then!” She pushed her hair back, letting it fall behind her gorgeous neck, collarbones and, what was he saying again?
“Mm? Yes. Yes I’ll see you soon.” With a little pep to his step he pushed the elevator button.
It was then a call rang out, it was the work phone.
With a dreamy sigh she imagined him, the date and how perfect it all would be. Maybe they could grab dessert after.
“Resident desk, employee 29 speaking.”
“Hey 29! Great to catch you!” The manager's voice rang through and she sighed, her break was almost up and of course, the most extroverted person had to come talk her ear off.
“Hello sir, what can I do for you?”
“Straight to the point, you know I love that! You got the schedule for next week, right? Should be in a yellow envelope,” he smacked his teeth on the other end, and she could picture him now with his toothpick and big glasses staring right at her.
“Yes sir, you told me not to open it until the day of.”
He laughed. “Yep yep! Just uh, making sure. So, while I have you I thought I should mention,” shuffling was heard on the other end, like papers were being sorted through and thrown about.
“The D.D.D wanted to make sure all employees know that this month will be more active than ever, and uh, they're sending in new forms to sign, waivers and what not.”
She frowned. Active? What, how, why?
Cutting him off she couldn’t help but talk fast. “Sir? Active? Why are they more active?”
He paused, and she swore she could hear her heartbeat through her ears before he spoke up again.
“Yeah, yeah, they said it had something to do with the weather? No idea, didn’t really bother to ask them you know, it’s hard to hold a conversation with a guy in a hazmat suit.”
He laughed again and she wanted to strangle him, the man couldn’t take anything serious.
“That’s all doll, you have a wonderful evening you here?”
“Wait, sir-“ Click.
That bastard, who does he think he is? Who does management think they are? Putting the phone back on the hook she couldn’t help but feel tired. Tired from work bullshit, how everyone brushed her off even though she was helping people, saving lives each and every night.
The clock chimed, signaling for her shift to be over and she lazily rolled her chair back, getting up while picking at her nails.
At least she had the date to look forward to, right?
A/N: Second chapter done! We are slowly getting to the darker side of things woo! The next chapter will be a big one. I'll be introducing Francis’ mimic and will the receptionist be able to tell which is which? Well see! Let me know if i should implement more smuttier descriptions or content, for now i haven't but that can change! See you lovelies soon, TrulyUmai
Hope this isn’t too OOC I haven’t played enstars in so long
Shu(for the most part)shows up to ALL of your shows whether he is actively involved in them or just a onlooker
Of course, with his status as your friend/boyfriend you are able to get him reserved seat(s)— another one of course for Kagehira to tag along
Even if you weren’t a model he would still give you fashion advice but especially now that you are one he feels it is important for your public image to be just as prestige as it is on the runway
He himself knows what it’s like being in the public eye and is very helpful in terms of ways to keep things you want a secret to stay a secret
In his sketches he defaults to drawing you and subsequently standards his creations to your measurements
He’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even think about it
Of course he has his own life and isn’t as involved with your career as he would like to be but always takes the time to send you messages of encouragement before you walk
However this is only when he is extremely busy so don’t expect him to miss your events often
Insists on staying with you during your prep time and talks your ear off about the shoot
He tends to know more about it than you do
Overanalyses everything you do
How you breathe, your stride, facial expression
“I noticed your eyelids were lower than usual did you rest well last night?”
If you happened to know him before becoming an idol and you were an up and coming model you both would be squashed together flipping through magazines
Submitting your portfolio in his designs only made him more confident in his skills
Constantly tells you not to worry or get nervous but then is bouncing his leg or tapping his foot anxiously
In interviews if you mention him he jumps for joy, on the inside of course he has to continue to serve face at all times
Clears his schedule for fashion week to aid you in successfully making it through
Cafes are an absolute must for planning—mostly on his part you just sit there staring at him frantically making a detailed plan for how the week is going to go
Very judgemental of your peers, mostly when he was younger as he has grown out of his bad behaviours
But certain thoughts still linger, he keeps them to himself—for the most part
He understands if you are unable to show up to his concerts often because of your work but he adores it when you find the time as he does for you
As long as you’re willing to make an effort for him as he does for you, he is happy
Also getting to be engulfed in a world of fashion is a nice perk for Shu as well
If you're still doing bayonetta, could you do some headcannons of tokyo!bayo with a reader that wants to Rollerblade/skate but is a bit clumsy? I loved roller blading/skating and I fall a lot after not doing it for a long time. The relationship can be platonic or the reader can be bayos child.
Bite-sized Imagine:
Learning to rollerskate with Tokyo!Bayonetta
Plot: Tokyo!Bayo teaches you to skate!
Contains: Yandere (nothing shown.)
Notes: I hope you guys had an amazing Halloween! Been super duper lazy :/)
B1 Bayonetta, Shibuyanetta, or simply Tokyo!Bayo is very encouraging of her darling's endeavors. I see Tokyo!Bayo being more like a sister-figure then a mother figure, as she seems to have more of a teen street-kid personality then the other Bayos.
Your clumsiness is something she both finds cute and concerning. Cute, because you look adorable and funny whenever you trip over yourself, and concern because of how frequently you hurt yourself. You remind her of Luka sometimes.
She's happy to teach you to rollerskate or relearn to rollerskate. She encourages you to keep going after every fumble, but she will tease you here and there so be ready. It's never mean-spirited, though.
When your skating improves, Tokyo!Bayo will definitely skate with you more frequently. She'll show off a ton of her tricks to you, many of which you probably won't be able to replicate. Any praise you give her gets a cocky smile from Tokyo!Bayo.
The moments you two have to yourselves as you skate become a bonding thing for you both, cruising the streets of Shibuya on your rollarskates.
If you're a witch/sage, contracted with the same demon/similar angel, these skating moments definitely become apart of your angel/demon hunts. Tokyo!Bayo will definitely have a competition against you on who can get the most kills with their rollarskates first.
To add onto that, she'll definitely have a race against you. Now, she'll go easy on you -- especially if you're not magical -- but will definitely make a lot of playful comments during all of it. She does still get a bit concerned if you trip a lot still, but she'll always be there to give you support no matter what.
hi guys! as i said in my previous post, i would LOVE some requests from outside the pjsk fandom! if you requested pjsk, don’t worry! i’m still working on them, i just need a little break! please don’t feel like you need to ask me what fandoms or things i allow! i’m currently taking everything cuz i DESPERATELY need to get these creative juices flowing…
id like to thank you all for your support over these past months. we’re approaching my one year anniversary of coming back! when it’s time, i’m thinking of giving you all something special as a gift;3 i feel like my writing is constantly evolving and improving, i hope you all agree!
that being said, i have a few questions for my readers!:
☆ would you be interested in explicit content? is that something you’d like on a separate blog?
☆ would you be interested in buying commissions? how about setting up a ko-fi?
☆ what are some things you would change about me and my blog? is there something i do that really bugs you?
I mostly do historical manhwa x fem reader but I’ll also do other manhwas and x male reader. I also do games/show fandoms but if I don’t know then I may not write about it(up to my mood if I want to research or not.)
Also do not request anything to do with smut, for the life of me I can’t write those.
But other wise Please feel free to request (I am rlly bored).
Also I forgot to mention, I do not write for kpop idols because they are real humans and I am not that comfortable with writing about them.
I’ll be also wiring more male reader stuff from now on ><!!
(Actyally just req on my main acc : @disfiguredlov3 )
can you imagine reverse universe where you're fav playable character of your fav playable character!?
• they would be screaming when they see you the first time in some cutscene
• like " whos dat!? ok..** is mine now!!! "
• gameplay? no! looking closely on your 3d model for hours? yeees!!
• they will be lvl up u first + best weapon and armor for you
• they see you standing somewhere in the world and start running around your model to see how it reacts/ like turns head to their direction and lil dialogue
• lvl up friendship so they can dress you up, invite to their group/party/ and interact with you
• " i can hug ** now!! oh my god!!"
• screenshot screenshot screenshot screenshot screenshot
• "did i just picked up ** ?!" - died
• "we're dating officially now! "
