#finale time baaaaaby

[chvnnie]

My hard this today are soft dom bossy Chan. Literally desperate for a kiss, willing to follow any command.

It’s a Chan day and I LOVE it.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Anything baby could ever want, baby gets. You don’t even have to ask, really; just bat your lashes at him and push your lower lip out a teeny bit, and he’s at your service.

Hungry? Let’s feed you. Sleepy? Lay your head on his chest, he’ll keep you warm. Need a new book/dress/literally anything? Charge it to his card.

Chan makes sure the world is at the palm of your hands. It’s what you deserve, after all. If anything, he wishes he could give you more.

But today, you’re request is simple.

“Pleaaaassseee?” You whine playfully, scooting the rolly chair across the tiny studio to be right next to him. “Just one?”

Your boyfriend doesn’t look up from his laptop, headphone only covering one ear to listen to your pleas. “Give me like…three more minutes, baby. I just really need to finish this—“

“It’s just a kiss, Chan.”

The way his eyes shut when he sighs tugs on his heart. He hasn’t been sleeping much, too busy trying to ready everything for this comeback that he’s put himself on the backburner. You’ve been giving him space and support, wanting to be there for him during his busy season. Understanding when he doesn’t come home or answer calls, or when he has to leave mid date night because Jisung deleted a file…again.

But you really feel like this isn’t a big ask. That’s why you keep pressing it.

“Baby, please.” He finally looks at you, and the exhaustion is heavy in his dark eyes. “My focus is going to break if I stop for even a second. Let me do this, and then I’m all yours. I promise.”

It’s not a big ask from him. It’s only a short amount of time — you probably won’t even notice it passing.

But God, his lips are so soft. So plush. You just want to feel them, to bite them.

With a pout, you roll back over to your corner. Pick up your book, mumbling an “‘Kay” in defeat. Want for nothing your ass; you’ve never been so desperate for something.

Each second feels like hours. Minutes like years. Chan lied — it took him five. Five whole minutes, and then the headphones are haphazardly thrown on the desk. Click, click, click. File save AND locked to prevent it from “disappearing” (“I swear, hyung!” Jisung whined over the phone. “I didn’t do anything it just…disappeared!”).

“Baaaaaby.” He singsongs, this time scooting over to you. “Guess what time it is—“

The look you shoot him makes him pause his movements, only making it about halfway. Eyebrows raised, he tilts his head to the side in confusion.

“What’s wrong—“

“Don’t wanna talk.” You say, pulling your knees to your chest. Pretending to be too into your book to pay him mind. “Just give me three minutes.”

With a sigh, your boyfriend takes his beanie off. “Baby-“

“All I wanted was a kiss.” You pout even harder, dropping the paperback book on the desk. “But noooooo.”

The fuss your making about a little kiss is a little much. It wasn’t like it was that long of a time to wait, it’s already over. Normally, Chan wouldn’t entertain this type of behavior. Would correct it immediately — this? This is the hill you want to die on?

But today it’s so…cute. He can’t help but chuckle, continuing his journey over to you.

“Aww, pouty girl.” He coos, reaching out to pinch your cheek. You try to swat his hand away, but he’s not budging. “No need for all this.”

“Chan.” You try your best to keep your voice firm, as if he can’t feel your cheeks flushing, the heat burning his fingertips. “Stop it—“

“If you want one so bad, come get it.”

His tone is playful. So, you give in. Using your chair, you get closer to him. Chan is perfectly still, giving you a smile as you close in on him. Nose to nose, lips not even an inch apart—

Pushing on his toes, he slides his chair all the way across the room.

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh? Do you not want it then?” His smile grows wicked. He knows what you want — but silly, silly girl. Did you think it would be that easy? “Come on, then.”

Thus starts the game. You get out of the chair, rushing over to him. You get all the way into his lap, closing in quickly when he dodges your lips. As you cry out in frustration, he grabs your hips. Stands up. Turning on his heels, your back is now pressed to the wall.

“You’ve got to try harder!” He laughs. “It’s like you don’t really want it.”

“You’re mean.” You pout, palms finding his shoulders and attempting to push him away. As if you’re not pinned to the wall. Under his mercy.

“Oh, am I?” His voice is laced with faux sadness, the fake emotion taking over his entire face. Lips, eyes, brows. Acting like your insult cut him deep. “That’s not nice.”

Right as you start to speak, a hand flies from your hips. Gripping your throat and squeezing until he hears a squeak.

“But you know what else isn’t nice?” It’s like a switch was flipped; eyes now dark, expression like stone. “When you get bratty with me from a simple request.”

How he manages to unbutton your jeans and shove them down with one hand, you’ll never understand. Or try to process; everything about Chan’s demeanor has rendered you useless. Watching with wide eyes, whimpering brokenly. Savoring the little gasps of air.

“Was it worth it?” Fingers run up and down your folds roughly, not bothering to be gentle with you. When they brush against your clit, you start to squirm. “That silly little kiss?”

He asks as if you’ve gotten it. You pout, trying to speak hopelessly. “S-still need it—“

“I don’t think so.” He clicks his tongue. “I’ll decide what you need.”

Without warning, two fingers sink inside your cunt. Stopping only when he hits the knuckle. There he spreads them, scissoring your walls open. The hands on his shoulders grip his hoodie. His grip, his fingers — it’s already making you dizzy.

“Silly baby.” Once he deems his work enough, Chan starts to plunge his fingers deeper. Making sure to feel every inch of you. “Maybe next time you should let Daddy work.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #chvnnie thots

[kdogreads]

Imagine being Chibs’ old lady (part 2)

Read part one here

Check out my masterlist and follow #kdogreads for more Chibs love 😍

He makes your coffee better than you do

You don’t know how he does it, but every damn cup is the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.

“Two creams, two sugars please!”

“I’ve been makin’ yer coffee for the last decade, darlin’. I know how ya like it.”

He always delivers it in one of your favorite mugs and sealed with a kiss. Even when you are on an iced coffee kick, he obliges even if he doesn’t understand why.

“Ya mean you want me ta make yer coffee, then put it over ice? Cannae understand why, but alright, love. Anythin’ you want.”

When you finally convince him to get an Alexa, he never stops talking to her

“Alexa, what’s the weather like in me beautiful Glasgow?” & “Alexa, play some bonnie music fer cookin’” & “Alexa, tell me what tha’ woman o’ mine ordered now”

Your favorite part is watching him get frustrated when she doesn’t understand his accent. He gets so flustered and cute and finally gives in, asking you to tell Alexa whatever he was trying to say. Of course you oblige, even if you sneakily told her to turn off your Amazon deliver notifications weeks ago.

He brings you a glass of water all the time without you asking

It’s not easy being Samcro’s First Lady, and sometimes you forget to hydrate. Naturally, then, your sweet Filip brings you a glass of water every time he walks into the kitchen or behind the bar. He’ll set the glass down in front of you, not breaking his conversation nor you yours, and wink your way before heading back to whatever he was doing.

He’ll repaint your house as many times as you want

Ever pick a color for your living room, get it all painted, then decided you hate it? Chibby sure knows the feeling. Not that he cares about any color you choose, but he knows it’s important to you to make your shared a home a sanctuary you can both escape to.

“Baaaaaby…”

“Wha’ color am I paintin’ it now, lass?”

And he’ll never complain about it. He’d find a way to bring you the stars if you asked him to.

As much as he does for you, you do just the same for him

There is nothing Chibs could ask of you that you wouldn’t scour the earth to do. Even though he tries to handle everything by himself, he lets you in when he knows he needs help.

Whether it’s running club decisions by you, asking for a hand in the bike shop, passing along the message when the boys pester him for some of your famous cookies, sending you to talk to one of the guys if they don’t have their head on straight, or any other need he could ask you to fill, you happily do so.

He relies on you so much for the mundane, day-to-day stuff like grocery shopping, making sure the bills are paid on time, changing the sheets in the guys’ dorms. He reminds you all the time how important you are to him.

“I couldn’t do this wi’out ya, sweetheart. Dunno how I can ever thank ya for everything you do fer me.”

He’s careful never to project his frustrations onto you

Sometimes he is full up to his eyeballs in club shit, but he tries never to bring it home to you. You’ve told him time and time again that he can rant to you, dump all of his troubles out on the table for you to sort, but he just doesn’t. He can’t make himself burden you with the ugliness he sees. He gladly accepts your comfort and empathy, but he refuses to bring you down to meet the depths of despair his lifestyle pulls him into sometimes, so you drag him up to meet you high above them.

He can’t get enough of you

His favorite look of yours is when you float around the kitchen early in the morning dressed only one of his reaper crew t-shirts. He’ll come up behind you and wrap you up in his strong, thick arms, leaning into you and kissing your temple. You’ll sway in his arms for a moment, leaning back against his broad chest and reach around to comb your fingers through his hair. He can’t help but let his hands drift over your body to your bare thighs, plush hips, your biceps and forearms, the soft expanse of your chest and stomach.

“Are ya gettin’ dressed soon, love?”

“Why? Too tempting for you, baby?”

“Aye, canna focus on anythin’ but this silky skin of yers when yer wearin’ so little, darlin’.”

“My poor baby, so distracted and nothin’ to do about it.”

Of course, you know what you’re doing, and Filip can’t get enough of your teasing.

He’s so possessive of you

Not in the you-can’t-do-anything-without-me kind of way, but in the everyone-is-gonna-know-who-you-belong-to kind of way.

If you go out without him, he’ll probably leave marks just under the neckline of your top, or remind you how good he thinks you look in any of the shirts you have that have short enough sleeves to show off the delicate Forever Filip’s tattoo on your forearm. He’ll kiss your knuckles, lips brushing over your sparkling wedding band, and tell you to have fun. Of course you know there’ll be a prospect or two following you along, but you let him do whatever he needs to ensure your safety. Sometimes he’ll magically show up exactly when you are ready to leave and act like a starved man when he finally gets to hold you in his arms and kiss your alcohol-infused lips. Usually he’ll show up in the truck, not his bike, knowing you’ll probably be too wasted to keep balanced. This gives him plenty of opportunities to whisper dirty thoughts into your ear while he drives about all the things he wants to do to you when you get home.

If you go out with him, he’s never more than an arm’s length away from you all night long. He’ll keep a hand on you whenever he possibly can. A gentle palm on your lower back, his finger tips gripping into your thigh while your seated together at a table, an arm wrapped loosely over your shoulders while you’re sitting at the bar, sometimes it evens ends up a full on grizzly bear hold around your waist the drunker he gets. Sometimes he’ll start pulling you close to him and teasing your ears with all the dirty things he’s going to do to later. Sometimes you make it home before he drags you into bed and shows you just what he means, but other times most of the time he pulls you into an empty dorm room, bathroom, hallway, the car, anywhere he can to remind you how good you have it with him.

And if someone even looks like they might flirt with you… well, god help that man.

#kdogreads #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford #chibs imagine #chibs x reader #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa chibs

[mikrokcsmos]

Saw your requests were open and wanted to know if you could write something about Jimin? Kinda angsty (since that’s your fav) but if possible have a fluffy ending? Love your writing and so glad that you’re back! Thank you if you choose to do this!

Here you go, bestie <3 & thank you for taking my fav genre into consideration when requesting! xo

Safe and Sound

synopsis; in which the words ‘sleep’ and ‘rest’ don’t exist in your boyfriend’s vocabulary — so it’s up to you to enforce them, lovingly, of course.

pairing; idol!Jimin x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, comfort, idol au

rating; PG-13

warnings; angst in the form of jiminie overworking himself, and reader being worried so much, this was supposed to be a lil drabble over consoling Jimin but it ends up being more reader centered lmao oops 😬

w/c; 1,283

song to listen to; lift me up by rihanna

a/n; thank you for entrusting me with bringing your idea to life, I only hope I did it justice. <3

All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and the soles of your shoes as they hit the freshly mopped flooring of the HYBE training facility. The hallway was long, and the bright fluorescent lighting above you were the only thing keeping your still half asleep form even mildly awake. Well, that, and worry.

He still wasn’t back home.

The time on your phone read 3:31am, and showed no new notifications from your boyfriend. You reread the last string of text messages you sent him, which was hours ago, and technically yesterday.

Hey! Just a friendly reminder to stay hydrated!

Hope practice is going well, but don’t forget to take breaks when needed!

Baaaaaby, haven’t heard from you in awhile and you said you would be home around this time. Thinking of having a late night after all?

Jimin, I’m really starting to worry. Please, just let me know you’re okay at least?

Jimin?

I’m on my way.

Locking your phone, you push your feet to walk faster when you see the sign of the dance studio him and the boys usually use. Upon getting closer, you notice the light shining through the crack underneath the door, hear the muffled sounds of music coming from inside.

Your hand curls around the door handle, and you push down gently. You don’t know why, but you felt as if you should tread with caution upon entering. The door makes a slight ‘woosh’ sound as it glides swiftly across the sleek, hardwood flooring that’s now underneath your feet, and your body immediately shivers from the blast of cool air that hits your entire body due to the A/C being on full blast constantly within the practice rooms.

The first sight that greets you has your body deflating instantly with relief, only to be turned into slight panic when your boyfriend doesn’t respond to his name being called, his lithe figure leaning sideways against the full wall to wall mirrors, back towards you.

Your shoes squeak as you sprint ungracefully towards his unresponsive self. And you have to stop yourself from slamming into your panic stricken mirrored reflection by using the flat of your palms against the cool to the touch glass to stop your momentum. The force in which you stop makes the glass shake as your eyes finally land on his, that are only just now slowly opening from the vibration against his head your act caused.

In a bleary haze, his eyes adjust to the bright light first, watching your lips as they move fast – so fast in fact it makes a confused expression appear across his face. His ears pick up the faint music of the song he’s been rehearsing choreo all day for, but then ultimately zeroes in on the same word that’s been leaving your mouth for the past few seconds.

“Jimin, jimin, jimin—,”

It’s not until a warm hand encompasses his cheek, along with an equally as warm body smashing into his chest, your arm wrapping around his middle with a vice grip, your nails digging into the flesh of his back that has him letting out a slight grunt. When he straightens himself back up, his arms envelope your shaking form. Your breaths are short, fast, and he has to pull away from you in order to see the tears that threaten to spill over your waterline, pooling dangerously at the edge.

His big hands grip your face gently, brows pinched in worry at your distressed state. Due to his brain still waking up, he assumes only worst case scenarios as he asks.

“Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong? Why are you here? Did something bad happen? Are you okay? Are the boys—”

It’s ironic, really. How you initially came here to be the one comforting him and now he’s the one doing the comforting for you.

“You never came home.��� Your voice floods with emotion that washes over him, creating a pool of guilt around him as his focus zeroes in on the large clock that overhangs above the doorway of the room.

You can see his face morph through stages of confusion, shock, sadness — and finally guilt as he looks at the clock, it being cemented further when he fishes his phone out of his back pocket and sees his phone blown up with countless notifications from you that he failed to read when he seemingly passed out while standing up.

That was a first for him.

His thumbs brush away the few tears that managed to fall, but he notices that your breathing has gradually returned to normal again the longer you stood there looking at him.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to worry you. I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“While standing up, Jimin?” Your hands grip at the sides of his shirt, and the warmth you feel emanating from his body soothes you, let’s you know that he’s real, that he’s there, that he’s safe.

“Yeah, I know. Not good. Definitely going to have a kink in my neck and shoulder for the next few days from that position. Maybe even worse than those times you made my arm fall asleep from you passing out on me!” He tries to ease the mood, the tension of the room with a joke. Even going so far as to give you one of his dazzling smiles that has his eyes squinting at you, a hesitant chuckle floating up from the depths of his chest.

You manage to crack a small smile, the edge of your lip curving reluctantly. No matter how upset, or how worried you are, he never fails to make things better, make things right.

And he wasn’t about to stop now. But as much as you’re relieved, you need to drop some tough love on him.

“Jimin, we’ve talked about this, love. You need to listen to your body and accept it’s limits when it comes to practicing. Especially when you are by yourself, cause you may have fallen asleep standing up today, but what if you were driving home after a long practice and fell asleep at the wheel?” You have to bite your bottom lip in order to stop it from quivering, you don’t think he sees it, but he does.

“You’re right, baby. As always.” He smiles lovingly at you, thumb now running over your bottom lip to stop you from biting a hole in your lip.

Your eyes flutter shut when he leans down to press a short, but meaningful kiss against your parted lips. Stretching up on your toes, you angle your head in a way to deepen the kiss, having to chase his lips when he departs to early for your liking. You can feel the smile on his lips as he reciprocates your affections ten fold, feel the rumble of his laugh with your hands that are pressed firmly on his chest.

Foreheads lightly pressed together, eyes still closed, and his nose nuzzling yours, he speaks softly.

“How did I get so lucky to have someone care so deeply for me?”

“Sometimes I feel like it’s a curse, to care so deeply.” You mumble out half serious, half joking, smile playing on your lips. “But for you? I would gladly bear it for the rest of my life.”

A shaky sigh exhaled against yours lips, your next breath being caught by his lips that press fervently against yours with so much passion you can feel it in your toes, in his touch, and it nearly leaves you breathless.

A string of words chant off his lips with each kiss he gives you, reaching to your soul.

“I love you, I love you, I love you—”

#park jimin x you #park jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin x reader #jungkook angst #jimin fluff #jimin angst #idol au #park jimin #bts park jimin #bts jimin #drabble masterlist #masterlist; drabbles #masterlist; rgds #Jimin drabble

[lovejosephquinn]

🙄

Theme: More fluffy than smutty BUT IT'S CHAOTICALLY CUTE

Your boyfriend had come stumbling in the house making a full theatrical performance in knocking over the most obscure objects on his way to the bedroom that he could. You're tucked up in bed by the time he's made the twentieth attempt to lock the front door.

A trail of his clothes make a pathway by each thing he's either broken or damaged on his way up to you. When he finally makes his pronounced entrance through the bedroom door, you sit up, having heard every single profanity he's attempted to whisper, disturbing you from your peace and tranquility.

"Hey sleeping beauty, are you awake?" Joe muttered, probably a lot louder than he should, he was practically yelling feet away from you.

"No thanks to you Quinn." You bark back at him, ushering him with a deep and slightly irritated sigh. The one thing you'd distinctly asked for him not to do was come home steaming, he didn't listen.

"Baaaaaby." Joe thought he'd reached the bed, going to put his hand forward and then fell straight to the floor, you leaned over to switch the bedside light on, a cackle of laughter erupting from your throat when you saw him face down.

"Get into bed Joseph, for fucks sake." You reached over, offering him your hand in slight regret when he pulled you a little harder than anticipated. Now you joined him on the floor with the bed cover hanging over your shoulders.

"Give us a kiss." Joe puckered out his lips to you.

"Absolutely not. Maybe when you're sober." You shook your head, pushing your fingers to his lips and giving a nudge, shoving him away.

"Come onnnnnn." He gave you that doe eyed look, a slightly false act of pretending to be sad, a look you could never refuse.

"You know you want to." He giggled, shuffling his bum closer to you.

You rolled your eyes way too obviously, in a slow motion so that even his double vision would notice.

"Then we sleep?"

"Then we sleep."

You leaned forward to give him a soft kiss, his hand came up to cup your jaw, your body now trapped between Joe and your bed frame. You couldn't resist the soft lips that were magnetised against yours, making your stomach flutter in turn.

He broke the kiss, a giddy smile overcoming him as he'd gotten his own way.

"I knew you couldn't resist me darling."

You rolled your eyes again. Smug bastard.

#joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn imagine

[kittyball23]

Prologue v1 - BroZone Flashback (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: BroZone perform for an excited audience, debuting their little baby bro Branch for the first time

A/N: I am very excited about Trolls Band Together, and as I was writing a post about my predictions for how I think some scenes in the movie could happen, it ended up turning into a fanfiction! So anyway, enjoy if you read, I've got several ideas that I'm going to be writing oneshots for :D I have also cross-posted this Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net, and Wattpad.

The Trolls movies have so far started with prologues before we see the main characters. I'm going to kick things off with one version of that, featuring BroZone :)

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“Bro-Zone! Bro-Zone! Bro-Zone!”

The sound of the crowd chanting out the name of their band made four little Trollings fill with joy. This was what they lived for – singing, dancing, and sharing their talent with everyone. And so, without further ado, the quartet made their way out onto the mushroom stage, and the crowd went wild with claps and cheers. Not too long afterwards, the music started, and the four Trollings began to sing.

Taking the lead vocals was the aquamarine Troll John Dory, who wore a vest of the same color of his hair and a pair of sunglasses above his head all the time. With him were Spruce, Clay, and Floyd – purple, yellow, and magenta haired Trolls respectively who sang and danced alongside him. Those who knew them knew that the four of them were great friends, and that was a good thing, given that they were also all brothers. Everyone in the crowd clapped and sang along with them, knowing very well the lyrics of the song.

“Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk.

I'm a dancin’ man, no time to talk

Music loud and women warm, we’ve been kicked around

Since we were born,

And now it's alright, it's okay,

And you may look the other way,

We can try to understand,

The New York Times' effect on man,

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive,

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive,

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' aliiiIIIIIiiiiiIIIve!

Yeah we’re stayin’ alive!”

Suddenly, John Dory stepped up to the front of the stage and bent down, clapping hands with some of the nearby fans who stretched up to him. “Ladies and gentletrolls!” he announced. “We wanna introduce to you another little bro to our band!” He ran back up the stage to join his other brothers as they danced some more and continued. “You know him! Okay, well, maybe you don’t know him yet, but you’ll love him! Please, give a warm welcome to the small, the cute, Baaaaaby Braaaanch!”

In a skilled move, John Dory and Clay stepped aside to reveal a small, bopping blue baby Troll with round white glasses. He hip-hopped with his small feet and struck more than enough cute poses to make nearly all the girls faint. He was a huge star already – and he wasn’t even old enough to sing yet!

Pleased by the positive reaction of the crowd, the brothers continued to perform, making sure that each of them had enough time in the spotlight and an equal chance to sing. The crowd roared with glee by the time that the song had finished and they struck their final, signature pose with an exclamation of “Bro-Time!”

Bowing and giving their thanks, the Trollings dismounted the stage and huddled together in a quick group hug.

“We nailed it!” JD exclaimed, beaming. “What did I tell you? I knew that show was going to be our best one yet!”

“You say that about every show we do, JD,” Spruce pointed out.

“Lighten up, Spruce!” Clay piped up. “Every show is the best show if it’s done with you guys!”

“He’s right,” Floyd agreed. “It really is something great to be singing with my bros,” he said. Then, suddenly, the brothers saw him tear up, and knew where this was heading.

“Uh-oh,” John Dory mumbled.

“Here he goes again,” Spruce muttered.

“The waterworks are coming!” Clay said, right as tears spilled out of Floyd’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” the magenta Trolling whimpered, “I just love you guys so much!”

“Yeah, well,” John Dory said, “while you’ll never see me get all blubbery about it, I love you guys, too,” he admitted to them. Then he put his hand in the middle. “Bros forever?” he asked.

Spruce, Clay, and Floyd immediately understood and placed their hands in the middle, too. Baby Branch, giggling and following his older brothers’ lead, also placed his hand in the middle with theirs and happily swung it up in the air. “Bros forever!” they cried.

They knew that nothing, not ever, would tear them apart.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

[echo-echo31]

Egos + Celebrating Your Birthday | Headcanons

SFW (sugesstive)

For @extrahhpepperoni <3

DARK 🖤

They're an entity of darkness that will exist forever, why would they care about a mortal's birthday?

Spoilers: they care a lot.

Shouting at everyone to make sure everything is perfect during the day or they'll smite you.

Literally growls at someone who dares to frown/generally look unhappy.

ACTOR 🌹

Lavishes you with gifts and pampering.

The finest champagne, traditionally sourced truffles.

Convinces you to stay in bed the whole day, never lifting a finger, just being taken care of and made to feel special.

GOOGLE 🖱️

"Why would one celebrate the day of one's creation? Surely that is a counterintuitive celebration of getting more corrupted by age?"

Yeah, he doesn't get it.

However, he DOES get that it's important to you. So he researches the human ritual and decides to get you a gift.

It's a book on binary and after your initial confustion, Google explains that "It will allow you to understand my language more effectively."

After that you don't put it down for 3 weeks.

YANCY 🎵

What DOESN'T he do??

Creates a whole surprise party, complete with an all singing, all dancing cover of Happy Birthday.

There's cake, chocolate, and all the lemonade you can drink.

After it quitens down a bit, he takes you back to your cell, nervously handing over a poorly wrapped gift.

"I thought of what youse would like and...," He rubs a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly.

You open it to find a framed photo of you and Yancy, him lifting you up by your legs in a piggy-back, both of you laughing and smiling.

ILLINOIS 🔥

Well...there are certain things he'll happily wake you up to on your birthday morning 😏.

But during the day, he'll take you to the top of an ancient ruin, watching the sunset.

With both your legs dangling off the edge, he'll conveniently remember something in his pocket, presenting to you a compass all of your own.

Engraved on the inside are both your initials with the word partners.

HEIST 💣

He steals your favourite painting from its museum and hangs it above your bed at base.

Walks you in, covering yours eyes like an excited kid at Christmas.

"Seemed a same for it to collect dust behind a glass screen,"

ENGINEER 🚀

You don't want a fuss made. The Captain's got a ship to run, and you know your crew would just make a big deal out of nothing.

Marqk (this is the space way of spelling it I have decided) knows, of course, but he doesn't spill the secret.

Not until you're alone on the bridge and they subtly start playing your favourite Old Earth rock ballad.

You end up dancing together, laughing over accidentally standing on each other's feet.

MURDOCK 🔪

He hand picks a bespoke knife with a hand carved vanished-wood grip.

Inscribed on one side is the word diamond with a 💎 on the other.

He encourages you try it out later that night...

NOIR 🔎

I couldn't help but remember what day it was. The Captain's birthday. I had spent all day thinking over their gift.

Finally (after a day of monologuing about it) he gives you a new trimmed hat.

Oh no, they're even more hot.

PORNIPLIER 💘

Kissagram time baaaaaby.

Any outfit you want, any time 😏.

#echo answers #peppah #echo writes #headcanon list #tw: suggestive #tw: knives

[stevebabey]

ruby!!! i wrote a lil concept about this a few days ago but steve is lactose intolerant and he genuinely forgets. like he had an entire cheese board assuming that he’d take tums later and he forgets that he ran out of tums so he had a tummy ache all night sjfbsbdbbs

IVY U LOVE MAKING MY BOY SUFFER!!! ur so right though, he's a lil rich boy so his parents just bought him all the expenny products that don't hurt his tummy and he grew up for like. 15 years and didn't realise that he was being fed special df cheese until tommy ordered pizza for them over at his house and so it wasn't steve's usual place that just knows his order and steve was like :( dude i think i've got a stomach bug :( like this idiot just DOESNT KNOW and yeah, alright, he figures it out from then and knows he can have some dairy but not like an entire cheese pizza to himself. there are limits okay, steven? u can't just eat ur little cheese heart out sadly - well technically he can if he takes some medication after

so instead of picking a different food, he relies on tums and still knowing this, he decides to make a little cheeseboard for you guys for a date. he's a sweetheart okay, he just really likes chopping up all the stuff and arranging it all nicely on the board and honestly, that's what half the effort is!! because steve just grabbed cheeses based on the labels :) he's like this one is a heart shaped!! i had to get it- and this one had nice green packaging :) i dunno what they taste like but we'll find out :) what a goober <3 but after some gorging on surprisingly delicio cheese -- not the heart shaped one :( that one you both tried and went bleh! and steve was actually really ticked off that it looked so nice but tasted so gross -- you're both just wrapped up w each other on the couch, watching a film but not really cos ur just happy to be tangled up with each other

and then u hear it, the beginnings of a groan, some warbled rumble under your hands that are tucked around his middle. steve at least has the decency to look a little sheepish as he smiles down at you bcos you told him this would happen and he still went ahead and bought n ate all that cheese anyway. he wriggles out of ur hold and is like, 'just be a minute, okay honey?' and gives u a little a kiss on your forehead nd ducks upstairs to grab some tums. except of course, there isn't any and he finished them last time he decided to ignore his tummy in favour of delicious dairy.

so just as your finally tuning into the film, u hear the most pathetic little baaaaaby from the doorframe and when u look over your shoulder, he's hunched over a bit, arms wrapped around his middle lookin a little sad :( and you're like ohmygod steve bcos you! knew! this would happen! but you just open your arms and honestly, for a split second you seriously consider if he's done this all on purpose just to get coddled

so when he's all bundled up best you can (he's a big boy okay, u being the big spoon doesn't make sense most the time) u press a kiss into his shoulder and say a little cheeky, 'you know u can just ask to be the little spoon,' you hum, dotting little kisses along the slope of his neck while your hands slip under his shirt, giving him a soft lil tummy rub and steve honest to god keens just a bit, a soft content noise slipping out his throat as he relaxes back into you, even as u continue 'you don't gotta eat silly foods you know your stomach can't handle just for a tummy rub bub' and he gets a little grumbly like 'i liked the cheese too' but definitely doesn't deny what you're saying hehe <3 but u know what? u get to give extra good cuddles to your boyfriends cute tummy so it's a win-win situation

#turns out i can't be normal bout any steve concept ever huh #so many other things i SHOULD and COULD be writing #my non-american ass looking up tums to see wtf it is #every hc u have ivy is like steve is ALLERGIC to DOGS and POLLEN and CHEESE #why u want him MISERABLE BABE!?!?! #i love cheeseboards so hard tho so i wouldn't care <3 i'll eat all the cheese nd prevent the tummy ache #AND THEN GIBS IT KISSES ANYWAYS!!! #stevie thoughts <3 #ruby talks #asks #answered #hehehe

[choibeomcute]

Txt when you’re drunk:

Yeonjun

he thinks it’s hilarious oh my goodness…at first he was worried because of how late it was for you to be out drinking

you were at an office party at a local bar with your coworkers and you had drank so much that you could barely carry a conversation without bursting out laughing

you and your favorite coworkers were singing karaoke and howling with laughter until about three in the morning

Yeonjun was supposed to pick you up when the party was over and he was waiting and waiting for you to call him

finally you called and he ran to his phone. “Baaaaaby…” you said half laughing half longing for him “you can get me now yes you can baby I love you baby” you said in a rush of words

“Okay sweetheart,” he said smiling to himself “I’m on my way. Stay inside with everyone, okay?” “Yes yes, daddy,” you said sloppily. “Daddy?” he asked trying to hold in a laugh. “Yes because you’re just like my dad worrying about me being out and..and such…such a worry worry…man…so worried” you rambled on as Yeonjun hung up

you stumbled outside by yourself with your bag on your shoulder and your heels in your hand. you sat down on the steps of the bar in the darkness and daydreamed about hugging Yeonjun

After about ten minutes, he pulled up in your car. He hopped out quickly and rushed over to you. “Babe!! I told you to stay inside!! It’s too late to be out like this! You could’ve been attacked! Or assaulted!” he picked you up in his arms and lifted you into the car

As soon as you felt the warmth of the car heater and the seatbelt click as Yeonjun strapped you in, you fell right to sleep. He glanced over at you at every stoplight on the way back home, checking to make sure you were doing okay and sound asleep

when you got home, yeonjun laid you down across the bed and tucked you into the blankets. He grabbed some miceller water and a warm wet towel and gently took your makeup off your face. As he swiped your cheeks and forehead he smiled to himself at your cute pink face that had become flushed from all the drinking you did

as yeonjun went to turn off the lights and get in bed beside you, you stirred in your sleep and woke yourself up “babies,” you whispered “babeezes” you said again…less coherent this time “yes, my love?” replied yeonjun. “I m-missed you,” you said as a tear rolled down your cheek, “I r-really *hiccup* did…”.

Yeonjun chuckled and sat down beside you. “Baby,” he cooed brushing you hair back behind your ear “I’m right here.” “Yeonjun?” you said teary eyed. “Yes, my love,” he replied. “Oh I missed you so much!” you cried out as you wrapped your arms around his waist

that night you fell asleep in Yeonjun’s arms holding him so tight, afraid that you’d have to go anywhere without him again…very dramatic…and very drunk thoughts indeed

#choi yeonjun #kpop #tomorrow x together #txt #hybe #tomorrow by together #au #choi #yeonjun #drunk

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Chapter 10 was perfection! Loved the arrivals of the twins and Daemon cheering babey on especially in the 2nd birth. And he has his heirs! Yay! I love jow enamoured he is already and that babey was all 'I love you!' When the babies both came out. And him FINALLY telling her 'I love you' in common tongue?! Loved it! Can't wait to see these two with their babes next chapter. Good luck Em <3

ACK, thank you very much! I'm so glad you liked it! Daemon's a soft puppy in this chapter with his new baaaaabies, they're so smol and cute and they look like his babey wifey and he cannot cooooope-

HE SAID ILY TO HER PROPERLY!!!! Emotionally constipated asshole, lol. It's been like 200,000 words and he hadn't properly said it until now, but the pay-off, finally! I'm kinda glad to have stuck to my guns on that. Feels emoshunul to have him use the simple words after all this time and effort and strife, haha.

There will be BABIES GALORE next chapter - as well as a visit from someone outside Dragonstone, muahahaha! Thanks, nonnie!

#fanfiction comments

[goodbusinc]

“Well, well, well.” The clicking of expensive shoes echoes down the vast aisle of the bus, as a man wearing a nice black suit, a pair of thick-rimmed green glasses, and an obnoxious smile descends on our heroes like a bird of prey.

He pauses, briefly, to tap the side of his glasses, which respond by projecting a bubble of green energy over the group in front of him, immobilizing them all instantly.

From the other direction comes the thunderous clunk of Bustodian armor, and the remaining buses are herded into the CEO’s immobilizing field. The Bustodians—hundreds upon hundreds of them—then march their way to surround the field on all sides, and start slowly circling about it like wolves around a wounded deer.

“Hm… we’re still missing the loud ones.”

He waves his hand, and the wall of prison cells shifts, rearranging itself horizontally until 2 bus cells, containing the now bruised and battered FunkyBusDriver and ClownBusDriver, come fully into view.

“This is truly impressive. Really. I haven’t seen so many new bus-cryptids together in one place for… well, millennia.”

The man’s smirk grows even wider as he saunters over to the ShittyBus and runs his hands along its side. “Once we dissect these beasts, the technology we gain will utterly solidify our monopoly on the bus-market. You did very good in orchestrating all this, GoodBusDriver#614232. And, after your old bus is disassembled, you’ll get a shiny new one along with the promotion you were promised.”

#GoodBusInc #busprisonbreak #finale time baaaaaby

[goodbusdriver]

*Verylostbusdriver is, well… very lost. This in itself is not an unusual occurrence—but they’re not sure that they’ve ever been quite this lost before.*

*They find themself, still in their bus, atop the steering wheel of a much, much larger bus. Outside the windows of this ginormous vehicle they see trillions upon trillions of—utterly unfamiliar—stars. Within the bus, maybe a mile or two away (racing up the main aisle, between the seats) they espy the rest of the bus drivers—their dearest friends—about to be captured by menacing Bustodians.*

*What do they do?*

#GoodBusInc #busprisonbreak #finale time baaaaaby

[kremeforkian]

kian lawley x female reader

once again, all fluff. whatever that even means. (not a writer).

summary: you never asked for help as your mental health slowly got worse, not liking when you seemed vulnerable or weak.

ignore the random paragraphs. the app decided to let me know that my paragraphs were too long. so judgemental. i’m not sure if i even like this one, my writing was all over the place. anyway, don’t let me stop you from reading.

It had been a hard month. you’re anxiety was creeping it’s way back, eliciting old habits to plague your daily life. you felt held back. a sense of dread had found a home in your stomach, tossing and turning, always making you feel like something bad was ahead. you kept brushing it off. it’ll go away. you, of course, had kept this from kian. you felt that him knowing wouldn’t do him any good. putting others first had always been a natural instinct of yours. it had been especially bad that morning. on the verge of a full breakdown, that was ignored, you had gotten ready as usual. waitressing at a cafe down the street had been a side job of yours for a few years, never getting tired of the homely, welcoming space you felt safe in.

as soon as you stepped through the door, the small bell signalling your awaited arrival, you felt all eyes on you. casuals greeted you with a smile whereas others took a quick glance in your direction, completely uninterested. you still couldn’t help but feel on-the-spot. you went about your shift as normally as possible, taking orders and greeting customers. the welcoming atmosphere had changed into something that made you uncomfortable. you felt that peoples smiles and happy attitudes towards you were not genuine. running away and finding somewhere to hide was a very seemingly ideal option for you.

nearing the end of your shift you found yourself in the alley beside the cafe, phone in hand, pacing. the number at the top read ‘ki’. you pressed it, yearning to hear his voice. after a few rings he picked up. “hey baaaaaby” kian said, giddy about you calling him during your shift. “hi ki” you said casually, trying to rid your voice of the nerves that filled you. “hey, are you alright?” he asked you softly. “mhm” was all you had found yourself being able to say, suddenly feeling choked up by that one question. “y/n..what’s wrong?” he had suspected for awhile that you hadn’t been feeling your best, but with your skills of hiding your emotions, he couldn’t be sure. the concern and care his voice had almost made you burst into tears then and there, standing in the middle of the cafe’s change rooms, a dirty cloth in hand. “..nothing-uh..nothing. i’m fine. just wanted to..say hi.” you forced out, voice heavy. “y/n…” “oh shit, my boss is calling me back to work. bye kian.” you rushed, voice shaky, “y/n, isn’t your shift about to en-” you hung up amidst his questioning. what is wrong with me. you scolded yourself, feeling embarrassed.

you decided a stroll would be good for you. you clocked out a bit early, your boss urging you to once seeing the flustered state you were in. instead of hearing straight home, you ended up finding yourself on a boardwalk that reached out into a vast lake. you wanted to go there to think but your mine seemed blank. you were upset and tired, but no tears came. you sat there, time ticking by, phone occasionally lighting up with calls and texts. you found it hard to find the motivation to actually get up and go. you’re mind was someplace else. the buzzing of your phone caught you off guard. your mind finally becoming more aware. you didn’t check who was calling you, just lazily answering. “y/n?” kian’s voice cracked out of the speaker. ”hello?” you said in a small voice. “y/n!” he sighed out of relief, “are you okay? where are you?” he rushed out, in a panic. you were a bit confused as to why he was so worried. “why? did something happen?” “what! y/n, no one knew where you were for two hours!” he sounded worn out, frustrated and confused. two hours? you could tell he was pacing as he spoke. “oh” you replied. he picked up on the distant vibe that came from each reply. you sounded drained. “y/n..” “i’ll be home in 5 minutes.” you hung up the call.

walking up towards the door, you were fiddling with your keys, getting ready to let yourself in. before you could even get to the unlocking part, the door flung open, a warm body enveloping you in their arms. kian’s cologne filled your nose, his taller figure making you feel safe. you could hear his heart beating rapidly. your tense body suddenly weakened. you felt like you’d reached your tipping point. all the silent, hidden struggling weighed down on you. unable to hold yourself up anymore, you collapsed into kian’s hold. he gripped you tight, making sure you wouldn’t fall. he slowly brought you both down towards the floor, seating himself against the wall beside the door, leaning you up against himself. jc, oscar, crawford, ryan and will were inside. they had obviously been called over when kian was freaking out. they were watching in deep concern, also being some of the many who had been trying to contact you. they had not known the extent of your struggling. seeing you in that way shocked them. they worriedly mumbled to each other whilst walking away, deciding to give the two of you privacy.

his hands brushed against your back soothingly as your body shook with each silent sob. tears rushed down your face. “shh..it’s okay y/n,” he said softly in your ear, “you’re fine, y/n, i’m here.” you felt so, so tired. once your body had stopped trembling, kian lifted your head up, holding your face between his hands. tears still rapidly ran down your cheeks. the sight of this made his heart wrench. he attempted to dry the wetness of your face with his sleeve but it was a futile attempt. he whispered “why didn’t you say anything y/n..” you stayed silent. “you don’t need to be scared to tell someone that you’re not feeling okay.” he was right. you were scared. that was not something you wanted to admit. the look on your face said it all. he pulled you into a hug, holding your head against his chest. your body slowly became more tired, weakened from your previous display of emotions. he stood up, still grasping on tightly to you. he walked you both towards his room, you leaning against his side for support, red eyed with pink blotchy cheeks. the sound of the door closing alerted the boys. they looked at you, eyebrows furrowed in worry. you didn’t look at them, deeply embarrassed. they looked at kian, silently asking if talking to you in that moment would be a good idea. kian shook his head. the boys silently mimicked that they were leaving, ryan mouthing ‘text us later’.

you both lay in kian’s bed, his hand running through your hair. “y/n?” “hmm?” you hummed quietly, exhausted. “from now on, i need you to tell me when your not feeling okay, even if you’re feeling the tiniest bit off. i don’t want you to keep struggling by yourself. i’m here for you and i want you to feel like you can tell me anything.” kian said. “i love you ki” you whispered, lifting your head up to look at him. the care he had for you was evident in his eyes. “i love you y/n”.

#kian lawley fluff #kian lawley #kian lawley imagine #jc caylen #kian and jc #knj imagine #knj #kian #youtuber imagine #youtuber #imagine #fluff

[arcanestage]

PICKING UP HIS DRUNK GF!

featuring ⤏ nozel silva

a/n ⤏ today i offer you fluffy nozel because the world needs fluffy nozel

warnings ⤏ just a few curses

✧ Nozel loves you indefinitely. Like, he really just loves you beyond reason and beyond the words he spoke

✧ BUT you are also the biggest pain in his royal ass

✧ Out of all the places you can go to drink and let loose, it really had to be at the Black Bulls’ base

✧ You were quite close with Vanessa and the other members. Regardless of how rowdy Nozel saw the bulls, he didnt really have an issue with you hanging out with them. He was actually happy to see you form relationships outside of him and your squad.

✧ Except if they’re men, most especially flirty men [side glances at Finral] because he’s pretty territorial and possessive. One look from him could make another grown man quiver in fear

✧ Nonetheless, he’s happy if you’re happy ( ^ω^ )

✧ But today is different and Nozel is definitely NOT happy about it

✧ Nozel was sitting in his desk, finishing some paperworks when a servant entered his office giving him a heads up that he had a call. The servant handed him the phone then quickly rushed out of the door.

✧ “BAAAAABY,” you slurred on the other end of the line.

✧ Nozel was taken aback by the term of endearment. You never called him that plus you didn’t call each other pet names in public; they were reserved for private moments as preferred by Nozel and you respected that.

✧ “Y/N,” he said calmly but firmly because this man never loses his cool. “I think I made myself clear when I forbade you to drink past your limit tonight or any other night for that matter.”

✧ “Sorry I sort of got *hiccup* carried away. Captain Yami kept yapping about surpassing limits so here we are,” you giggled GIGGLED as if Nozel was fucking around

✧ If he was already pissed at you for being this drunk, his irritation blasted off to greater heights at the mention of Yami. He could combust any second now

✧ “And here I thought you were hanging out with Vanessa only. If you’re having a splendid time with the foreigner, I’m certain that he can fly you home.”

✧ So now Nozel’s jealous ass is choosing to argue with you who called him in the first place to ask if he could pick you up because you were literally on the brink of death. You can barely keep up with anything thats happening around you because your brain’s just swishing and swooshing yet here he is questioning your poor life choices. How fun

✧ You groaned. “Hey I didn’t *hiccup* call to fight ok? I called because i wanted you to come pick me up...” your voice softened because you knew you were the Affectionate Drunk and asking Nozel for some sort of Tender Love and Care in public when you knew well he was reserved and laid-back made you nervous. You were basically 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

✧ The thing is Nozel is hella soft for you. He can never say no to you. Just ask and this man will always DELIVER

✧ The anger he had just a couple seconds ago was whooshed away in an instant. Look at how whipped he is!

✧ “Alright my love,” he said softly. “I’ll just drop some files off then I’ll come get you. Please do try and keep still, I don’t want you getting a concussion.”

✧ “What? I’m capable of *hiccup* moving. I’m not THAT drunk,” you slurred. Nozel heard some loud ass man laugh in the background and a faint “She’s shit-faced drunk Mr. Royalpants.” from the same loud ass man

✧ Nozel’s fight or flight response has been: activated. “Tell the foreigner if he dares to come close to you I’ll have him beheaded.”

✧ After a short while Nozel finally arrived in front of the Bulls’ base. Before he could even knock the door burst open. “CAPTAIN NOZEL!” Asta greeted at max volume. Nozel felt his whole brain vibrate at this lol

✧ “I won’t be long, I’m just here to get Y/N.” he said, stepping inside which he instantly regretted btw

✧ If the bulls were already chaotic sober then theyre 100x worse when drunk. It’s an apocalyptic kind of chaotic and Nozel was mildly severely distraught.

✧ “Oi McBraidy, never thought I’d see you around here.” Yami said with his signature shit eating grin. Nozel being Nozel stayed stoic pretending to be unbothered. “I am here simply because Y/N had asked. Now where is she?”

✧ This man is not having any of Yami’s bullshit tonight but will that stop Yami? NAWP

✧ “Loosen up a bit will ya? Eh I’d offer you a drink on the house but we’re out of wine. Y/N says you only drink wine.”

✧ “No need, we have plenty at home.”

✧ “How about a cigarette? We can smoke together like old chums.”

✧ “I don’t smoke.”

✧ “Well, how about we bathe in our in house hot spring? I can wash your back while you wash mine.”

✧ Nozel was visibly getting irritated but Yami just won’t shut up I MEAN WHEN DOES HE EVER

✧ While Yami was busy pissing Nozel off, you suddenly emerged from the corner on Asta’s back with Noelle closely trailing behind. Your face instantly brightened when you saw him. “Nozel!” you squealed.

✧ Nozel frowned at your state. “Why are you being carried? Are you hurt?” he said as he quickly made his way towards you.

✧ You smiled sheepishly. “I think I lost my feet. I can’t remember where I left them.” Nozel pinched the bridge of his nose then sighed because this dumbass in front him is the love of his life. He slowly took you from Asta’s back to transfer you to his. PIGGY BACK RIDES WITH NOZEL ARE *chef’s kiss*

✧ He started walking out of the door while saying thanks to the bulls for taking care of you. You snuggled comfortably by the crook of his neck. You were already drifting in and out of consciousness, the next thing you knew you were already in midair on Nozel’s mercury eagle. You noticed that his robe was wrapped around you and that his arm was around your waist. You snuggled closer to him for more warmth.

✧ “Nozel, thank you for always taking good care of me,” you whispered. He moved his arm up to gently stroke your hair. “That’s my job, love. What kind of lover would I be if I was lousy at my job.”

✧ You giggled because UWU HES THE SWEETEST 🥺

✧ “I’m sorry for today’s mess by the way...”

✧ He sighed. He can only sigh when it comes to you. “It’s alright. I was just worried you’d get hurt. I wouldn’t know what to do if something bad happened to you.”

✧ You were pretty sure he just didn’t want you embarrassing yourself but okay whatever you say pretty boy

✧ Nozel cleared his throat before continuing. “I had asked the servants to prepare your favorite soup tonight. I know you love soup after drinking. We can cuddle too if you’d like. I’ll keep you company tomorrow until you feel better; I know you get pretty bad hangovers and it takes you awhile to recover.”

✧ He rambled all that not meeting your eyes while the tips of his ears got redder and redder. Your heart did a few intense backflips i mean who wouldnt right???

✧ “Oh? But I thought you had a few important meetings scheduled tomorrow?”

✧ “Yes but I have more important things to attend to which is you. You’re more important than anything else.” he said as he placed a kiss on your forehead

✧ BEST BOYFRIEND EVER I THINK WE CAN ALL AGREE ON THAT

#nozel x reader #nozel silva x reader #black clover x reader #black clover headcanons #nozel silva headcanons #nozel silva #black clover #black clover imagines #black clover scenarios

[sugarbooger513]

Song Bird (Present Mic x Reader)

This is one of my One shots from my Wattpad. Enjoy!

I don't see an awful lot done with him, so enjoy. ^_^ Warning: Fluffy smut

    Being quirkless used to break your heart, it really did, but its gotten easier since you met your loving boyfriend. Hizashi always comes home from work with a big grin, despite working three jobs. It seems contagious, honestly. "Yo baaaaaby," his loud voice makes you smile, "I gotta tell you about this sick ass joke I told Sho today!" "A sick ass joke?" He takes his signature leather jacket off to hang it up. Despite how lanky he is, and how long the two of you have been together, you can't help but stare at how defined his muscles are. Damn, if he isn't the most perfect thing in your mind. "Totally, a sick ass-" He cuts off, noticing what you had been watching. It was some stupid reality television show about people proposing to their significant others. You blush and turn it off when his bright green eyes widen in shock. "Y/N," he seems a bit amused, "I didn't know that's something you watched." "I-I don't! I was just listening while I waited for you to get home!" He raises a skeptical eyebrow, but shrugs it off. You can't lie to yourself, though. Lately you've been wondering when he would finally propose to you. Well, you had been together for two years, and though it doesn't seem long, you were ready to settle down with him and possibly start a family. Of course, he was too busy for something like that, so you never brought up the thought of marriage with him. You just kind of assumed he would propose eventually. "Yo," Hizashi makes some kind of short siren noise from his speaker to get your attention, "I'm home early, for once. You should join me for a shower." That.. is why you fell in love with this man. He can take the simplest things and make them a chance to strengthen his bond with you. You quickly jump up, a playful grin on your face. "Join you for only a shower?" His smirk makes your insides squirm. "I mean.. I'm always down to get naughty, Y/N." "You can be such a pig, Zashi!" He rolls his eyes before wrapping his slender fingers around your small wrist. "Shut up and get in the shower." He smacks your ass playfully as you lead the way to the bathroom. As soon as he kicks the door shut, his lips are attached to yours in a playful, but heated kiss. When your hands go to his jeans, he smacks them away gently. "I haven't touched you in at least a week, but you know better than to rush things." He ignores the pouts, but pulls his shirt over his head. That's when you notice a bandage over a part of his chest. When you tilt your head, he chuckles. "I know it looks bad, but it's just a new tattoo." "Oh! What is it?" He pulls the cotton away, revealing a really cute bright red bird. It isn't a cardinal, but you really don't know what it is. He chuckles at your confusion. "It's.. for you." "F-for me?" His smirk is replaces by a smile, and he places your hand over the tattoo. "It's a songbird.. for you because you're my little songbird. I have a tattoo for Sho and Oboro, but I didn't have one for the woman I love." Tears prick at your eyes as you stare at it. When your bottom lip trembles, he starts to worry. Is it too much for you? "Baby.. I'm-" You grab him by his shoulders and yank him into another kiss. He smiles and reaches behind you to turn the hot water on. You don't even have time to comprehend what exactly happened before he has you down to your underwear. He purrs a bit at the sight of you. "Damn, I still can't believe you're mine." You roll your eyes, undoing his jeans with one hand. "Are you going to keep me waiting?" "Oh hell no, baby." He finishes undressing you both before shoving you into the now hot shower. His mouth attaches to your neck as he starts exploring your body freely with his hands. However, when you try to tease him a bit, he uses one hand to easily pin both of yours above your head. His shit eating grin drives you crazy in so many ways. "Y/N," his voice is deeper than usual, "I'm having a hard deciding if I need to make you beg for it." "Z-Zashi.." Your pitiful whimpers make him ache for you even more. "Fuck.. fine. I really just want to be inside you." He uses his free hand to slide to the back of your thigh. He lifts your left leg to rest on his waist. Before he has time to reconsider, he slams himself into you. Of course, he didn't prep you at all, so he stops himself from moving despite wanting to. When he notices the tears prick your eyes, he kisses them away and starts whispering sweet nothings into your ear. "Z-Zashi, I'm ready now.." You whimper when he gives a small thrust. He watches your face for any sign of discomfort, but when he doesn't see any he lets go of the wrists he had pinned above your head. Both of his large hands find your hips as he sets a faster pace. "F-fuck, Y/N," your name falls off his lips as a growl, "how did I-fuck- get someone so fucking perfect.." The way you whimper his name only makes him want to do more, but he's the type of guy who's too scared he'll screw something up. Still, the small whimpers and moans he gets from you echo in his head like they're the London Symphony. You really are his songbird, and he adores every noise he can get from your body. You reach up and bury your fingers in his now flat blonde locks. When you pull slightly, he lets out a somewhat loud growl. The sound of it alone edges you even closer to your release. He notices immediately and slips a hand down to rub harsh circles on your neglected bud. "Come on baby," his thrusts slowly lose their steady rhythm, "cum all over me, Y/N." The command is gentle, but it sends you over the edge finally. He groans as you tighten around him. When he feels his release, he quickly reaches up to cover your ears. The feeling of him releasing inside of you and the way he almost yells your name almost makes you finish again, but you're grateful that didn't happen. From the way you already see stars, it probably would end in you almost passing out. That.. might be said from experience. Once Hizashi pulls out of you, he wraps his arms around you and brings you to his chest. Soft kisses are places in your hair as he rubs circles lovingly on your back. "Y/N," he barely mutters, "do.. do you wanna marry me?" "H-huh?" Your eyes snap up to meet his, and he blushes slightly. "I mean.. I get it if it's too early, but.. I bought a ring and.." "You.. you did?!" His smile makes you finally burst into tears. He chuckles while wrapping his long arms around you. "O-Of course I'll m-marry you.." When you feel his own tears hit your shoulder, you smile brightly. "I love you, my little songbird. I'll love you forever and ever.."  

#yamada hizashi #present mic #reader #present mic x reader #mha #bnha

[sesquipedalian-aficionado]

Juno Steel and the Mega-Ultrabots of Cyberjustice, Part 2

Listening to the Concierge say that title does not get old

Ah yes, Pessimist Juno is making a reappearance. I mean, it’s not uncalled for, but I feel bad for our lovely lady, he’s come so far in attitude!

“It was the first nice thing anyone had said or thought about me in almost ten minutes - which doesn’t sound super long, but when your mind’s all spinning and all you can think about is how you might’ve evicted your ex-boss and the love of his life out of their own bodies... ten minutes can feel...a lot longer than it is. Like fifteen minutes, maybe!”

“Nobody talks to her that way!” “Except you, apparently!” “Well, I shouldn’t either!” Damn straight, but good job defending Rita, Juno

Aww poor Peter is having a crisis about his ‘suave man of complete mystery’ identity getting hacked by our Rita

“You ever smuggle an elephant out of a crowded building?” “Only twice.”

Awww RITA MY LOVE I swear you’re smart and good at this, you just...get ahead of yourself sometimes

Okay, THAT was a bad tech noise

NO! Who got shot?!

THE AURINKOS?!?! PLURAL?? Did Buddy adopt our darlings at last, or do they think Buddy’s blood kin are the ones attacking?

Peter? Are you okay?? LET JUNO BE THERE FOR YOU DAMMIT

“I guess that’s why I always had to have a boss, right? ‘Cause I can’t do anything right on my own? Cause it’s always silly, or stupid, or...” RITA BAAAAABY

Look at Juno, validating people’s existence and intelligence and saying it’s okay for them to make mistakes! You know what that is? Growth

“Actually I was thinking about what blowing up was gonna feel like, which on the one hand would be way too fast to feel, but on the other hand, all the streams say time slows down when a big explosion happens, but on another hand, that’s just streams, but on another other hand I forgot what I was gonna say, but...wow, that’s...a lotta hands.” ADHD ICON

“I think I got a plan...to get everyone outta here alive, Mistah Steel!” “You - what?? Really?!” “Really!” “Then what are we supposed to do?” “I don’t know!” “...what?”

Rita’s little giggle is my new favorite thing

Oh no Peter

What did you do now

You went and got yourself captured???

“The New Aurinko Crime Family” yes I love that for them

The non-Agent G Dark Matters agent sounds like one of those ‘roger roger’ drones from Star Wars

Multiple Junos!!! I LOVE THIS

Peter!

“Juno, you...rescued me” oh boy Peter I can hear the Horny even through the robot filter

“All I figured out was how to get outta here. That means I need you to figure out how to get outta here!” “.............what??”

Agent G is concerning on several levels

Rita’s a galaxy-level outlaw?? Like ok, Peter absolutely; and Juno, a bit much but okay, but Rita?

There’s a concerning number of “I don’t knows” in this situation, but at least they got the book?? I think?

Good! Defending Rita finally, Peter :)

Ok buddy I know you’re a bit mad but hey. They got the thing.

I appreciate the reminder that Juno is carrying Peter around, because it’s adorable and I love it.

Ayyy!!! Buddy and Vespa reconciliation!!

The ruby 7 fixed ITSELF????

VESPA AND BUDDY ARE RETIRING TO BE ADORABLE LESBIAN WIVES TOGETHER

Peter, my love, you REALLY do not know what to do with an apology, do ya?

“It seems pretty simple to me. If somebody tells you what they want you to call ‘em, that’s what you call ‘em. No matter what. ’Cause I mean, you know yourself better than anyone, right?” Rita says trans rights

....Peter...?????

*facepalm*

Peter what have you DONE

PETER WHY

I mean okay I know you have a reason but like

COME ON

LET YOUR FAMILY HELP YOU YOU IDIOT

#quip liveblogs the penumbra podcast #tpp juno steel #juno steel #tpp peter #peter nureyev #tpp rita #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra spoilers #aurinko crime family

[scottybrock]

Pretty Damn Easy - Jake Webber

A/N: Requested by a beautiful anon: “If you wouldnt mind :), Cute and pouty jake wanting cuddles but the reader is busy editing? That would be so freaking cute🤧”

“Baaaaaby,” Jake whined for the umpteenth time. You ignored him once again, your eyes focused on the laptop screen in front of you. He tried to tug the laptop out of your hands, but the scowl and glare that you shot him made him stop his actions immediately. “Baby,” Jake whined, pouting at you. Your gaze was once again focused on the screen in front of you. “Baaaaaby,” Jake tried again. You slammed the laptop shut with a little more force than necessary. If looks could kill, Jake would be one dead son-of-a-bitch. 

“What,” You growled out through clenched teeth. It wasn’t a question; it was a demand for Jake to tell you what the actual fuck he wanted, before you started throwing things at him. He was lucky that the closest thing to you were decorative throw pillows. You would’ve preferred something harder, but pummeling Jake with a pillow didn’t sound so bad at the moment. Jake’s pout remained intact, his big brown eyes staring up at you imploringly. 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose lightly. When you opened your eyes once more, your expression was softer, more like the person he fell in love with. You offered him a weak smile. You looked absolutely exhausted. 

Jake’s pout faded into a genuine frown, and he eyed you concernedly. “Baby, I want you,” Jake’s voice was soft. You sighed once more, placing the laptop onto the ground next to him. “Really Jake, I’m not in the mood tonight.” You told him, your voice pleading. Any other night, sure. Rolling around with Jake in the sheets was an appealing thought, but currently, you could barely keep your eyes open.

Jake snorted softly, his eyes full of amusement. “Not like that,” He told you. He paused. “Well…” He mused playfully. This got a soft giggle out of you, and his expression brightened at the sound of your soft laughter. “Not like that,” He repeated. You tilted your head at him in confusion. Jake sat up straighter, making ‘grabby’ hands at you. Your expression softened even further, and your shoulders slumped slightly, the tension seemingly leaving your body. “Please?” Jake asked, his brown eyes wide and hopeful. 

You glanced down at your laptop, indecision making your features twist up. Jake scooted the laptop underneath the couch, causing you to look back over at him, raising an eyebrow. “No more editing tonight,” Jake told you, furrowing his brows. “Just you and me tonight, baby.” 

With that, he scooped you off of the couch and carried you to the bedroom. “Jake!” You complained. “I have to finish editing that video, it’s going up on Friday!” Jake dropped you unceremoniously onto the bed, his expression fond and exasperated at the same time. “Baby, you’re not going to get anything done when you’re this tired,” He told you, his voice soft. He traced the dark circles under your eyes with a fingertip, frowning as he did so. “So just for tonight,” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered closed at the contact. “It’s gonna be just you and me, okay?”

You sighed, allowing Jake to scoot you further back onto the bed. “Okay,” You finally agreed. “Just you and me.” Your eyes were still closed, so you missed the wide smile that spread across Jake’s face. You snuggled under the covers, waiting for your boyfriend to join you. 

To your surprise, Jake wrapped your arms around his waist, and pulled you so that you were spooning him. You cracked one eye open to peer at him, a soft smile twitching at the corners of your lips. Jake just grinned back at you. “I wanna be the little spoon tonight,” He shrugged. You shrugged as well. “Okay.” You agreed, wrapping your arms around his waist a little tighter, moving in to snuggle even closer to him. Jake sighed in contentment, his head pilowed comfortably on your chest. 

“Thank you for loving me,” Jake’s voice floated up to you. You gave him a gentle squeeze, your lips curling into a smile. “You make it pretty damn easy to love you,” You replied, kissing the top of his head. You felt him nuzzle his face against you, and you let out a soft laugh. “You just motorboated me, babe.” Jake laughed as well, shaking his head, unintentionally motorboating you once more. You laughed a little louder this time. “You just did it again!” 

The two of you drifted into comfortable silence. You let your eyelids flutter closed once more. Jake was half asleep when you spoke, breaking the cozy, relaxed silence. “Hey, Jake?” Your voice was soft, hesitant. He let out a low hum, raising his eyes to look up at you without actually moving his head. “Yeah, baby?” His voice was just as soft, sleepy. Your eyes were still closed, but a shy smile spread across your face. “Thank you for loving me, too.” 

Jake’s eyes lit up, and he pressed a gentle kiss to where he heard your heart beating. “You make it pretty damn easy, baby.”

#jake webber #jake webber fanfic #jake webber fanfiction #jake webber x reader #jake x reader #xplr #traphouse