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brights-place · 3 months

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Hi!

I saw your Barb x wife post (very cute), could you do a Riff x husband reader?

(I promise this will be the last time I ask for Riff stuff, probably)

Riff X Husband! S/O

Pairings: Riff X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mild cursing, THE GAYS ARE GAYING YAYYY!

A/N: I got so happy with this request and wrote this down so fast since I was checking my inbox!

Barb introduced you two to each other 7 in an half years and you and riff had been together for longer about 9 years running he proposed to you 3 years ago. You knew how Riff wad awkward sometimes and how he does little drum stick tricks to impress you or would play drum versions of your favorite songs and ask you to guess the beat. When he was gonna propose to you he played the 'here comes the bride' but in drums and you didn't guess what it was but said it was cool yet you didn't know what it was at all. You two were at the rooftop staring out at the night sky as the candle is warm light shined where you both laid as Riff got up and stold you t turn around which he did and you gasped seeing him on an knee with an Silver engagement ring with your birth gemstone on it which made you smiled as Riff spoke in an shaky voice "Okay I know we have been dating for so long but... I've been planning on how to do this and it's very hard!" riff said chuckling hiding deeper into his beanie "(name) You have been by my side through the toughest of storms, shining like a beacon in the darkest night. You have shown me that true beauty lies beyond the stars, and I want to share that with you for all eternity. Will you spend every night gazing into my eyes for as long as we shall live? Will you stay with me as we journey through the unknown with a never ending spark of love? (Name)" Riff took an sharp inhale as you teared up slightly "Will you marry me and be my husband (name)?" Riff said looking away as you smiled nodding quickly tackling him to the floor and kissing him deeply

You pulled away as he held you close tearing up “Knarly dude…” You giggled “damn right” You said kissing riffs face as he blushed. Once you two came back inside you were met by King Thrash and barb ho were smirking and congratulating you two for getting engaged and soon planned together an wedding sitting side by side as you two talked about different things for the weddings.

Currently you two where wondering where exactly it would be hosted “It could be hosted on where we first met?” Riff suggested as you hummed thinking to yourself “We met at an pub plus I wanted to invite our friends from outside of volcano rock city our temperature here is much different were use to it but they might not be” “Oh good idea!” you giggled cupping riffs face taking off his beanie which made his hetochromia eyes stare at you lovingly as kiss you back as he pulled away "I Love you" "Love you too"

The day of your wedding you were freaking out fanning your face as you were in the dressing room wearing your suit. It was a black leather jacket with a white shirt and black tie featuring silver embroidered roses, lightning bolts, and music notes. The jacket has a few rips and tears, revealing a layer of white lining beneat it. The shoulders were padded with cotton foam, filling it out slightly. The suit itself is somewhat worn, the edges darkened with shadows and dirt. The pants are made of black leather, with a few creases lining the seams. The shoes are black leather, but scuffed around the heels. You were panicking as Barb slapped your back making you yelp as she laughs "Don't worry Riff is also scared since its the first time he will be showing his eyes infront of an crowd and well He's marrying you" Barb laughed when you blushed "Your right!" After barb eft you checked yourself in the mirror before heading to the Altar. The wedding ceremony was a perfect mesh of elegance and rock 'n roll theme. The rock 'n roll themed wedding was a perfect mix of elegance and rock 'n roll vibes.

It decorated with edgy yet classy rock 'n roll accents. The venue was decorated with dramatic black walls, featuring white accents and gold details. The venue was completely transformed into a vibrant and fun rock 'n roll theme, featuring colorful stage lighting, edgy punk rock decorations, and musical elements such as vintage rock instruments and neon lights. The tables were adorned with dramatic black table cloths and edgy black tablescape decorations, making for a perfect venue for rock 'n roll lovers.

An altar had an mix of your favourite flowers and riffs favourite wilted flowers together as you stood at the altar while Riff stood at the other end staring down the aisle with a nervous look. You saw riffs suit The suit was a dark and faded black in coloring, as the fabric had been dyed to achieve that specific faded look. It was fitted snugly to the man's body, revealing his fit and toned physique that looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. The collars was high and round, reminiscent of an old, punk-rock style that had been done before. A few buttons were left undone, revealing his slightly ripped shirt. While his beanie had an black ripped veil in front of it as he walked to the Alter “Your beautiful” you two say in sync before giggling at each other as the pastor spoke telling the basics as as always before motioning for You to start with Your vows as you gulped and spoke nervously "Riff, as I stand here, with my heart overflowing with love, I am reminded of the beauty and uniqueness of our journey together. From this moment forward I promise you this..." You took an sharp inhale before staring at Riff You couldn't help but smile and look to teh crowd and back to Riff "I promise to love you in a way that is as unique and beautiful as the love we've built together. Our love is a master piece in my eyes unlike your drums." Riff gasped dramatically jokingly as you two laughed "but yes our love is a master piece in my eyes painted with the brushstrokes of our laughter. our shared dreams and the countless moments that have brought us here. I vow to be your wavering support and your safe harbor. In your presence I've found the courage to be the best version of myself and I will forever be the wind beneath your wings propelling you to reach new heights. With you, I've found a love that is both unique and beautiful, a love that is intricately woven into the fabric of my soul. I choose you, not just as my partner, but as my muse, my best friend, and the one who makes my world rocking! I Today and forever I give you my heart and my soul, and the promise of a unique and beautiful love story that will continue to unfold chapter by chapter I love you, in ways that word can only begin to describe is amazing" Riff smiled at you as you smiled back as Riff spoke up “Well damn it’s just like when I propose to you I’m so nervous… I can’t even believe I’m saying it out loud cause I know I’m gonna be made fun of by Barb” Barb shouted from the front row seat "FUCK YEAH I AM! GET SOME RIFF!" Riff sighed softly "(name) I promise to always be there for you, to listen and understand you, and to love and accept you as you are. I commit myself to our relationship and to growing and building a strong foundation together, with trust, respect and communication. I vow to honor your wishes and strive to meet your needs, and to always support and respect you. We will face challenges together as a team, and work to always overcome them, hand in hand... even though you annoy the shit out of me aswell I love you" You both soon started to tear up “How do straight people do this without crying?!” You complained as Riff laughed in agreement. The pastor smiled handing you two your drumsticks and your rings which you traded and gave eachother

You both were wearing a skeleton ring with you having a Obsidian that was cracked and contained inside your birth stone and and Riff having an obsidian that was cracked and inside held ruby as the pastor soon spoke “You may now kiss the groom!” You may or may not have grabbed riff by the waist dipping him to the floor and kissing him happily with an large smirk as others cheered while rock n roll trolls screamed doing the rock symbol with you and riff doing the same while kissing each other happily as riff eyes opened showing his hetochromica eyes that stared at you lovingly "I Love you" "Love you too" you both say smiling

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landograndprix · 2 years

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Eddie learning to play a stupid sappy love song because you keep humming it and surprising you for your birthday 🥺

dude's getting laid if he starts to learn my favorite songs. Using a song I'm sure eddie munson would hate with all his guts :')

warnings: mention shitty childhood like once, fluffy goodness.

[wc: 866]

There's a lot Eddie learned to live with ever since the two of you started dating– instigating random fights, that devilish glint in your eyes as you hit him out of nowhere causing a cat and mouse game at 3 am. The bite marks you leave whenever the urge to bite him gets too strong. The random bullying and name calling. The stinging sensation in his ass whenever you slapped him hard, it had left him speechless the first time it happened even though he was the one to start it.

His girlfriend had a lot of weird quirks, ones he came to love so dearly.

But your music taste, lord, eddie could never get used to that. Sure, he can handle the queen, David Bowie and even a song or two from Madonna but those George Michael songs and that god forsaken 'girls just want to have fun' but truth be told, everything on that mixtape of yours irked him– thankfully he'd managed to get you into some of the music he enjoys, that mixtape of yours had been buried deep in the glovebox amongst many others.

But love really is a strange thing, isn't it?

You'd been humming the song for weeks straight, softly singing along to it– Eddie never knew what song it was, he'd never heard of it before and when he'd asked you one day, the names didn't even ring a bell.

Nancy knew, of course she knew. The two of you exchanged tapes back and forth every so often. Your taste in music is so similar. And eddie wouldn't be surprised if Robin would be a part of it too.

He'd rolled his eyes far back into his skull, groaning with every repeat of the song "islands in the stream?' he'd mumbles under his breath "island of nightmares more like." but the thought behind it kept him going, kept him practicing. He wanted to do this..no, he needed to do this. For you.

Eddie can't remember the last time you celebrated your birthday or the last time you brought it up. Your childhood and teen years weren't exactly filled with happy memories let alone fun filled birthday parties.

"Nothing special, I don't really care." Is what you had told him.

But it is special to eddie. It's your day. He wants to celebrate you.

It didn't take Eddie long to learn the song by heart and if he had to be honest, he came to like the song slowly.

It's a night like it always is. Dinner is long forgotten and homework finished as the smell of your sweet and fruity shampoo mixed with his Saddleworth and bergamot fills the air after your shared shower; a part of your guys routine– even though it's all cramped up in the small showercabin and definitely not efficient– eddie strums his guitar, softly. He watches you through thick lashes, he smiles.

Laying on his bed, the book you'd started minutes ago now laying on your chest, your eyes closed. Eddie still can't believe or understand how these songs and this guitar can calm someone down or lull someone to sleep. It's a sight that makes Eddie's heart grow ten times its size.

You're not asleep, not yet at least but the tapping of your fingers against the cover of your book gets uneven and you miss a couple of beats of the song he's playing.

Sitting himself up straight, guitar screeching as he stops his song abruptly. Finger gliding across the snares as he tries to recall the tunes of your song, every chord replaying in his memory. Effortlessly he starts that goddamn song that had given him headaches.

His eyes are glued onto your figure, waiting for a reaction– it takes a minute for you to comprehend everything but the smile that forms on your lips makes Eddie's night and as you peel one eye open to look at him, Eddie's heart skips a beat. God, he's so in love with you.

"When did you learn that?"

Eddie simply shrugs "doesn't matter."

Eddie chuckles to himself when you look at him in suspicion but close your eyes again after. Eddie thanks the Lords or whoever is up there for leading him to you, his girl, soulmate even.

The song doesn't last long and it's over before Eddie realizes it, too focused on the smile on your lips and the way and the tapping on your fingers.

"Seriously, when did you learn it?"

Your voice brings him back to earth, he meets your eyes and shrugs once again. Setting his guitar to the side carefully and stands up straight, taking a few steps towards the bed where you lie. Eddie bends down, hovering over you and places both his hands near your head, caging you in. Your noses barely touch– Eddie copies your smile.

"Doesn't matter."

"How long did it take?"

"Doesn't matter." Eddie states once more.

"You hate it."

"Oh, definitely," Eddie chuckles and turns his smile into a grin before leaning down even more, placing his lips against yours in a long and sweet kiss that leaves you breathless once he pulls back "but anything for you– happy birthday, sweetheart."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble

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izupie · 2 years

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Okay, here's some really freaking LONG spoiler-filled thoughts on Mamoru Hosoda's Belle that nobody wanted or asked for but I have too many feelings about it and I have to get them off my chest or my head might explode

here we go

So I went into this movie completely blind - I'd never read a summary of the plot and I'd only seen the trailer exactly one(1) time a while back, but I thought it looked pretty. I also knew there was music, because one of the songs popped up as a recommended video on youtube to me once and I really enjoyed it. And that's literally the grand total of what I knew.

So I deduced by the title, by the imagery from the trailer, from the liTERAL BOX it came in (I'm a sucker for anything that has alternate art or exclusive on the box asdfghjkl)

that it was going to be basically Anime Beauty And The Beast and you know what, I was down for that. I was like, yeah, okay, I love the BatB story, I love a good romance, I already know it's got good visuals and songs - I'm here for it.

What I didn't expect, and what I got, was a movie that was trying to be two movies. I felt like it was trying desperately to be a deep, grounded piece about grief and healing from trauma and helping others because it's the right thing to do AND a fantastical movie about internet fame, online identities and idolising or cancelling strangers online.

(It did all of its themes dirty btw)

But the thing that gets me is that I didn't sign up for any of this! I was basically promised Anime Beauty And The Beast. And that isn't even remotely what I got. I suspect the "twist" of it being about platonic love all along was to try and pull the rug out from under the audience and be like AHA you were expecting this thing, but look, I have given you this other thing, aren't I clever by subverting your expectations like that. And honestly, I just wanted a good romance, some pining, some 'I'm a monster.' 'Not to me.' angst - I didn't need it to try and flip the concept on its head as a twist, because that's not why I was here in the first place.

When they revealed the Dragon was a little kid I nearly spit my coffee out. It was certainly a choice. Congratulations you made a tWiSt - good for you. But it came out of left field because up until that point they'd been really pushing the BatB imagery and themes and had even had a ROMANTIC BALLROOM DANCE SCENE. Like, why in the seven circles of shipping hell would you give them the romantic undertones associated with a movie that had these same characters end up in a romantic relationship and then go GOTCHA when they reveal the twist is that he's actually a little kid and it was PLATONIC ALL ALONG. Just cut out the romantic ballroom dance scene altogether, my god. Nobody said you even had to put any BatB references in this movie at all in the first place??? Just cut ties with it and make something entirely new. Then you can get rid of the messy associations that already pre-exist in our brains when you make your movie parallel something else.

And then this story's Gaston was a dude about as interesting as grated cheese. I can't even remember his name, but I do remember that he was so similar looking to All Might from BNHA that it kept distracting me and pulling me out the movie. He had 0 motivation beyond being a cop and it confused me - I can't even remember why they were hunting the Dragon down in the first place? Did they say? I think they said he'd been destroying opponents in the fighting arena? - but is that really a criminal offence? Could they not just ban him from the arena?? I probably got that bit entirely wrong, but that's on them for not making his motivations clear enough.

The Gaston-guy also had an app-breaking lion cannon on his arm that he could just use whenever he wanted to break people's avatars or whatever, and I don't think he ever explained how or why he'd got it?? (beyond the flimsy explanation of JUSTICE) His team of power rangers made me so angry too. So pointless!

If they wanted a Gaston parallel character why not make him a guy that's a Super Fan of Belle? Like, we've all been on the internet long enough to see celebrities get those kinds of fans that think they're friends with them or something, and are just Way Too Obsessed. If he's a superfan he could get mad in an exaggeratedly over the top way when the Dragon crashes Belle's concert. Maybe he starts a witch-hunt for that reason, rallying the masses against this dude that ruined 'his' Belle's performance and because he's a beast he doesn't think he deserves her attention. Mirroring Gaston from the original being delusional about her marrying him. It would make it more personal and keep up the themes of the dangers of internet fame and online identities - because the Gaston-guy knows nothing of the real Suzu.

Then you could have her connect with the Dragon more and the idea that the Gaston-guy is her biggest fan yet knows nothing real about her vs the Dragon seeing her grief that she has as 'Suzu' even as 'Belle' would be more poignant.

Talking of Suzu, it was hard to watch her make so many bad choices and bad decisions because she was grieving in such a self destructive way. But then she had so little personality outside of that one character trait that I'm struggling to think of anything else to say about her. And I KNOW that's the point, because her grief consumed her, but she's our main character - she's a window into this world, we're supposed to understand at least a little bit about her. And then when she was Belle she was even worse because she had 0 personality. I can't even remember if she had more than a couple of lines of spoken dialogue while she was Belle? She felt so disconnected from Suzu that she was basically a different character. And again, someone might say BUT THAT'S THE POiNt but I would disagree with that - I know that she's supposed to feel like her 'more authentic self' in U, but she was just so different. She spent most of her time on screen as Belle either singing or hovering in the air with a scared expression.

How did she feel about being an online celebrity? Aside from one tiny scene where she's flustered about people hating her and her friend explaining that any money they get goes straight to charity, it just never really comes up again. But how did she get the concerts in the first place? Did the owners of the app reach out to her? Do the outfits she wears come from them? Are they the ones that provide her with the whales???

I need to know these things - U is just such an underdeveloped world that absolutely none of it makes any sense. As far as we see people just float around it and gossip ? OZ in Summer Wars was set up so much more convincingly as an 'online world' that it surprises me that this is by the same guy honestly

That entire sequence where she's sneaking back from the Dragon's castle and she's flying through a completely empty bit of U - totally deserted - and then the cops catch her because she's literally the only person for miles inconspicuously flying around and I'm like, I'm sorry, but in what universe is there a VR online reality thing and there is that much empty space?? No way is anywhere on this app that deserted. It just didn't feel LIVED IN. It didn't ever feel like a convincing place millions of people spent most of their time on.

The topic of online identities vs real identities comes up multiple times, but they shy away from it at the last second and it never feels like it's actually addressed, so it comes across as kind of shallow. But I'd rather they didn't even tackle it at all if they weren't wanting to go anywhere with it - drop some themes from this movie please I'm begging it doesn't have to try and do a million things, just a few solid themes are fine I promise

It also feels like Belle never once acts like Suzu - even when she's with the Dragon. Here I expected her Performer persona would melt away and we'd see a blending of Suzu and Belle to be what she's REALLY like beneath the shy girl drowning in her grief and the confident singer.

But no not really

She meets the Dragon when he crashes her concert and she just Loves Him I Guess. It takes her a weirdly short amount of time to find his super secret hidden castle, and then the little AI's try to trick her back out and I was like, oh okay the AI's are like the furniture from the original BatB. But then I finished the movie and I couldn't think if they'd ever explained their presence. Why does the Dragon have these AI's??? How did he get a super secret hidden castle in the first place??? I expected him to be a hacker of some kind in the real world, but no. I thought his little brother was going to be an AI or something special or maybe it would turn out their dad worked for the U company or something, but again, no. His little brother just has a cute little angel avatar to show how innocent he is, and that's fine, but they kind of set him up to be a different to the other avatars in some way and never came back to that.

The Dragon and Belle have so few interactions that their bond never came across as particularly strong. As it turns out they're both dealing with trauma and both shouldering their burdens as best they can and it feels like something they could have bonded over more prior to the last few minutes of the film. They could have really set up the whole platonic support thing here, but they just kept on pushing the romantic imagery to make their twist more twisty and shocking.

Why even have her sing a love song to him either - I know it doesn't have to necessarily be a love song in the end, it's not like she said I love you in it or anything, but the mom's choir group set her up for it to BE a love song. So the context then becomes that she's singing it AS a love song.

BUT saying that, they somehow had more chemistry than Suzu and her childhood friend Shinobu.

Their 'romance' subplot hurt my soul - and it also comes out of left field, because I expected it to be a case of Suzu projecting romantic feelings onto him when there really were none from how cold he acted towards her. I figured it was going to be one-sided and that they were going to end up with different people at the end, or he was going to be the Dragon all along and they'd get closer online than they ever have in real life. And then it could be about how being real with the real people in your life is better for you and healing and whatnot

But he was about as distant as someone who barely knew her for the whole film and then at the very very end kind of ended up with her? His dialogue to her mostly just consisted of him saying her name in a very flat tone with 0 expression. OH THE ROMANCE.

I get that she wasn't in a place to be thinking about love beyond her grief, and that he wanted to give her space to work through her trauma, but that doesn't mean he can't be her FRIEND and offer her PLATONIC LOVE. That could have made it a tighter theme - platonic love being just as strong as romantic love. But he's distant to the point of being neglectful and mean and then BAM you're supposed to root for them as a couple at the end.

And then the one friend she does have in the movie always felt a bit off to me?? (I can't remember her name, but she had a great avatar design in U) Like, one second I'd think they have a nice friendship and then the next I'd be questioning whether she's actually friends with her or whether she's just enjoying the fame of Belle?? I don't think that was intentional, but that's how it came across in some scenes.

The popular girl suddenly becoming her friend out of nowhere was bizarre too. I think it would have been better if they'd been hinted at being friends before or something? Or maybe they'd been childhood friends too? Or maybe her mother also died when she was young? And then they'd have something in common linking them together? So that's why she's so sympathetic towards Suzu. If they'd have bonded over their shared loss of their mother's rather than Suzu helping to set her up over a boy we've heard like 2 lines of dialogue from, that would have been much more genuine. And removed the dead time spent on these two characters nobody cares about getting together.

I'm all about exploring different kinds of love, but it just never felt like they got it quite right to me

There's so much of this movie I feel like we have to infer from gap filling, but it's not using anything they've given us.

(Also why did their dog only have three paws?? Was there a significance to it ?????)

ANYWAY - yeah, I didn't like this movie. It felt rushed, it felt shallow, I didn't enjoy the twist because it set me up for one thing and then pointed and laughed at me by 180 reversing it

Nobody just had any kind of LIFE to them in this movie. Everything is so FLAT - the world, the characters, the relationships, the themes...

I don't HATE this film, I just don't like it and I'm sad that it could have been so much better

also this is all just my opinion and way of venting, please don't take it personally or yell at me for voicing my thoughts pls

#I have more thoughts but this is long enough as it is oh boy #izu says stuff #belle movie #long post #movie rant

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musiconanironingboard · 1 year

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2 February 2023: What Is This, Some Kind of Joke?, Jack Logan with the Roach Brothers. (Failure Records & Tapes, 2016)

Jack Logan, an Athens, Georgia, singer-songwriter by way of Indiana and my old stomping grounds of Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, and probably half a dozen other places, was a sensation in my life in the mid-’90s into the Aughts when I lost sight of him after his 2005 album Nature’s Assembly Line. (Before they tore down the old Illini Inn bar in Champaign, evidence of Logan’s life there could be seen in a doodle he did on the men’s room wall. Those familiar with his artistic stylings could recognize it in an instant.)

When Logan’s debut album Bulk arrived in 1994, it cause waves by being a two-CD of 42 songs. This was outrageous and audacious and people seemed to fall into two camps: those who found it obnoxious and yelled “you can’t do that!!” and people like my brother and I who found it astonishing and yelled “I didn’t know you could do that!!” We just had to hear it; knowing that Pete Buck endorsed it and was somehow involved helped assuage any sense of worry we may have had; remember, in 1994, you had to pay actual money to hear anything, and taking a chance on a two-disc set by a completely unknown dude was a real gamble. We loved Bulk and went on to love plenty of other Jack Logan albums. His 1998 duo album with Champaign-Urbana songwriter Jack Kimbell Little Private Angel is one of my all-time favorite albums by anybody. The Internet seemed to serve Logan well for a while; it seemed that every few months a new mail-order Logan album materialized. He did another album with Kimbell in 2002, Woodshedding, that didn’t click with me like its predecessor, and then a few years later in 2005 the aforementioned Nature’s Assembly Line materialized, and that was it. I eventually just assumed that he’d stopped releasing music.

Being that the dude once had a band dubbed the Compulsive Recorders, I have no doubt that Logan continued to make music left and right even if no releases came out of it. I don’t know how or where I stumbled upon it, but somewhere during the pandemic I was shocked to discover that in 2013 he did an album with a guy named Scott Baxendale called Bones in the Desert and it was available on a vinyl LP. I don’t think Logan made any vinyl LPs before this; the only vinyl I ever knew him to have released was the 1994 7″ EP Out of Whack. To get a copy of Bones in the Desert you had to fill out an ancient-looking form on the website of Scott Baxendale’s guitar store, the kind of exercise you expect will result in your $18 or whatever vanishing into thin air, but sure enough a while later I got my copy of Bones in the Desert. This page was on hiatus, so I never got to show it here. It wasn’t until last month that I finally got to hear it. I loved getting to hear a “new” Jack Logan album again. Logan sings everything; Baxendale, though co-billed, just plays guitar. A lot of the songs sounded just like the good old things I remember hearing back in the ’90s. I was thrilled to have it.

That would have been nice enough, but then I found out there is a second Logan LP from the ’10s, and that is what you see here. What Is This, Some Kind of Joke? is a collaboration with Jamie and Terry Rouch, two brothers I remember seeing on the credits of Logan albums in years past. In the liner notes, Logan explains knowing the brothers since the late ’70s, and even back then Jamie and Terry were compulsive recorders of their own, endlessly making original music at their home in rural Indiana. They called themselves the Roach Brothers, a subtle play on their last name, which is spelled slightly differently. Sadly, What Is This is not exactly an album of new material, for Jamie died of ALS in 2008. The album is built from instrumental tracks recorded by Jamie and Terry back around the time of Bulk, and Logan went back in 2014-15 and recorded new vocals over the tracks. As he says in the liner notes, “[O]f course it wasn’t really like we were recording with Jamie again. Sadly, those days are gone, but it’s really nice to hear that sound again.” I sure look forward to hearing this album.

Above are the front and back covers. You’d think that’s a Jack Logan drawing on the front cover, but it was drawn by Jamie Rouch. The biker gal on the back, though, is credited to Logan.

Below are both sides of the insert. The insert art is attributed to Clayton Jarvis at Abom Designs. I can see why Logan gave the front cover to a Jamie Rouch drawing, but I’m surprised he didn’t draw the barn here himself.

Here are both labels, featuring a drawing by Jamie Rouch that’s flipped mirror-image style for side two.

Here is a glimpse of the colored wax.

Unless Discogs is missing something, this is the last physical Jack Logan release. There are three more full-length albums from 2019 to 2022, but they are all digital files and I’ve not yet determined where to track them down. I don’t traffic in digital files much at all, nor do I want to, but I am kind of curious.

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Okay, but why the heck do people think that Izu would be a sub!????? Like dude!???? If anything, I can guarantee you that he can and WILL Detroit smash your pussy. And I BET that he has fucking many kinks and just imagining the riding his thigh is gjghjftujkouhmll mmmmmmmmmmm like gimme moreeeee, and I think he is a big TEASE like he will tease you until you are a mess and only then when you are whispering for him, is when he will touch you and also, he would knowingly go as slow as he can to tease you, like no getting faster and slowly thrusting in and out.

AHHH YES! Anon, I whole-heartedly agree with you. I’m convinced that sweet, innocent ‘Zuku is actually a fucking terror in bed & that’s a hill that I’ll die on 💚

NSFW, Minors DNI

A Break

Pairing: Izuku x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut, nsfw, minors dni, orgasm control, teasing, bdsm dynamics, thigh-riding, praise, daddy kink, unprotected sex

“Hey, baby,” Izuku smiled as you breezed through the door to his office. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I remembered you said that you’d have to stay late tonight,” you strolled up beside him at his desk, where he was hunched over various files and loose sheets of paper, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “So I just thought that maybe I’d come and join you for dinner here. Figured we could order something in and you could take a little break.” You leaned down, kissing him sweetly. “You look pretty exhausted, hon.”

He sighed, leaning back in his office chair as he looked you over with a tired smile, “I am, a little bit.” He swiveled in his chair, sitting upright and reaching out to place his large hands behind your thighs, guiding you closer to him. “A break does sounds nice..”

"For dinner," you placed your other hand on his opposite shoulder, quirking an eyebrow when his hands began to traverse up the back of your thighs, creeping beneath the hem of your dress. "What're you hungry for?"

He chuckled, a deep and sensuous rumble in his chest that sent a shiver up your spine. His hands cupped just below your ass, suddenly yanking you toward him, throwing you off your balance until you came to rest securely on his thigh.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as he took one cheek in each hand, squeezing as he pulled your hips towards him, guiding you into grinding against his thigh, "I'm absolutely starving for a taste of you right now, baby."

"'Zuku," you sigh, taking your lip between your teeth.

"Ah, you know that's not my name, babygirl," his breath fanned over your cheek just before his lips pressed to your jawline, "but I'm willing to overlook it if you'll be a good girl and grind that pretty little pussy on me."

"Yes, Daddy," you mewled, happily doing as you were told.

You never could resist him for long and this was exactly why. The pleasure. That addictive sensation building between your thighs, spurred on by the delicious friction of your clothed cunt rocking against his flexed, muscular thigh.

He sat back and let you roll your hips to your heart's content, allowing you to chase your ultimate high while he cooed words of praise.

"Look at my good girl."

"Behaving so well for Daddy."

"You look so pretty when you're about to cum, baby."

But then came the pain. The pain of disappointment as he stilled your hips, stopping you just short of where you so desperately wanted to be. The peak that he never let you fully ascend on the first try.

You whined, tossing your head back as your fingers clenched around his shoulders.

"Something wrong, darling?" His voice was deceptively sweet, a sadistic habit of his by your standards.

He knew full well what was wrong, as he always did each time you did this song and dance. One that you knew nearly every routine too, but yet it never bored you. You never grew tired of going through each motion, eagerly bounding towards the next, because for all the suffering his tortuous teasing brought you, it always brought you far more pleasure in the end.

"Need you, Daddy," you whined, running a hand over his pecs, pleading with watering eyes. "Please, wanna cum. Need to."

"Need to?" His eyebrows jumped, his smile as gentle as ever. "I don't know about that, sweetheart." He placed his hands beneath your thighs, effortlessly lifting you onto his desk, standing between your parted legs. "I'll tell you what though," you watched as he dragged a finger up your torso, between your breasts, "I do feel like making you cum on my cock tonight. So, I'll make you a deal." His finger curled under your chin, bidding you to look up at him and you could see his green eyes glinting with devious intention. "No more whining."

You frowned, but he only smirked in reply.

"No whining," he repeated, a smug smile on his face as he retracted his hand to work himself out of his hero costume, peeling it down to reveal his scarred torso.

His hardened cock sprang free as the fabric dipped below his hips, taking the boxers he wore with it as your eyes ogled the beads of precum seeping from his tip.

You had to remind yourself not to whimper as your mouth fell open, his eyes regarding you expectantly, as if he knew you were about to fail the very first trial.

"I promise, Daddy," you spread your legs further, leaning back on your elbows as he stepped closer to you. "No more.”

Your chest heaved in anticipation, your breath hitching in your throat as he leaned over you, capturing your lips and letting out a low groan as his cock rubbed against your soaking panties.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled, two fingers hooking into your panties to tug them aside, allowing his throbbing tip to slip between your folds, but only barely.

You cried out, moaning as your eyes trained on his thick cock, slowly pushing into you. For a moment, you thought maybe he might actually sink all of himself inside, but he withheld.

He drew his hips back, dragging the bulbous head of his cock back along your walls as it came out of you with a sinfully wet noise.

You screwed your lips shut, closing your eyes as you willed yourself to remain quiet. To withhold the needy words piling up in your throat.

“You like that, babygirl?” Two hands skimmed along your sides, taking your dress up and over your breasts as you felt the familiar stretch between your thighs once more.

His hips thrust forward unexpectedly as his massive hands pulled down the cups of your bra to palm your breasts, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

“Love it, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice soft and quiet as you balled your hands into fists, squirming beneath him.

He gazed down at you, one corner of his lips pitched up in a crooked grin as he raked his eyes over your exposed frame, “You can still tell me how much you want it,” he pushed in a little deeper, stopping at about the halfway point. “I just don’t wanna hear you complain about me taking my time with you. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

He began thrusting at a slow, steady pace, never fully sheathing himself inside you. Slow and shallow was all that you he offered you, but it was enough to have you babbling anyway.

“F-feels so good,” you cooed, eyes locked with his as your mouth fell open, ushering moan after moan past your lips.

“You want more?” He slid his hands behind your back, pulling you closer so he could hold you in his arms as his lips moved against yours, drowning out your sinful noises with his heated kiss.

“Always,” you spoke breathlessly between kisses, “Always want more of you, Daddy.”

He groaned, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. As much as he loved to draw out these moments with you, he was quickly losing his resolve.

Each gasping breath. Every contraction of your walls around the head of his dick. The way you were looking at him, so obedient despite how desperately you clearly wanted more.

He wanted to give it to you, to really give it to you.

“Oh, fuck,” you threw your head back, arms encircling his neck as the pressure in your belly began to build in earnest. “Daddy, I-I think I’m gonna cum.”

The broken sob that heaved from your chest was the last straw.

Calloused hands seized your hips, digging in to your supple skin as he finally thrust all of his length inside you.

“Did Daddy say you could cum yet?” He held himself there, fighting the feral need to impale you until you were screaming his name. The tears pricking your eyes only made it that much harder to hang on.

“No,” you sighed, clenching your eyes shut, aiding a single tear in its descent over your cheek.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, baby,” he wiped the tear away, cupping your face with both hands now as he pulled his hips back at a glacial pace, until he’d completely removed himself from your core.

His mouth hovered just over yours, catching every shaky breath you expelled and the moans that accompanied them. He could still feel you clenching around nothing as he rutted his length between your folds. It had him nearly fit to burst, seeing how needy you were, how badly you wanted to suck him back into you.

For a moment, he contemplated just finishing himself off there. Splattering your pretty tits with his cum and watching it drip down your torso, into that sweet cunt of yours for him to lick clean.

But instead, he tucked that idea away. He’d come back to it when he was feeling a little more patient, because all he wanted right now was to barrage your cervix until your pussy milked him dry.

In one fluid motion, he lined his cock up with your dripping hole and snapped into you, immediately setting a relentless pace.

You could feel the smirk on his lips as you cried out against them, grasping onto him for dear life as you keened louder and louder, hoping the outpouring of cries would lessen the need to come undone.

“Cum for me,” he growled, finally taking mercy as he captured your lips in a proper kiss, his hands dropping away from your face to come to rest on your lower back as he felt his release fast approaching.

He swallowed the strangled moan you let out as you finally let go, pulling away only to hear your wanton cries as tears streamed over your cheeks. Your fucked out face almost giving him a greater sense of satisfaction than the way your walls spasmed around him as he painted them white with his hot, thick ropes of cum.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled softly, resting his forehead against yours as you both floated back down, collecting your breath. “I needed that.”

“Mm, anytime, love,” you laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But now you definitely owe me dinner.”

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kiridarling · 3 years

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d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

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"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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alastorswifee · 2 years

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Her Sweet Melody

Donnie x Reader

Pronouns being used: she/her

This takes please during TMNT Fast Forward!!

I walked into the bar holding my guitar case, I always come here to sing in exchange for money since I'm in need of it at the moment.

I walked up to the stage, the lights weren't on thankfully so no one would've seen me as I took my guitar out of its casing. I sat on the stool infront the microphone and looked at Jason, the manager, he offered me to be the live act every Friday night so I'm close to him.

Jason turned the lights for the stage on and every creature looked at me, they either whistled, raised an eyebrow or made quiet commentary. I shook my head and strummed my guitar, I started singing and everyone went silent.

Donnie’s POV

My brothers and I walked into the bar, I don't see the point of celebrating at a bar but I went along with it so I won't 'kill their vibe'

As soon as we walked in I heard a woman’s voice singing. I didn't think someone would sound so good but here I am hearing soothing vocals, I looked ahead to see a girl. She was beautiful, from her head to her feet.

I listened to her and it seemed as if we came when the song was ending cause it sounded as if she was finishing up.

"Come on and feel without me.....tell me how's it feel..sitting up there.." she sings softly, my heart started beating faster, I didn't know what this feeling was..was it admiration?

"Thank you guys so much.." she smiles and everyone started cheering and clapping for her, I smiled wide, that voice was so soothing.

Raph nudged me and I looked at him confused "what is it?" I asked, Raph grinned wide "you were starin at that girl for a long time" he said with a cheeky grin. "Yes I was, and?" I asked confused, "you liiiikkkeeee herrrrr" Mikey wiggles his eyebrows. I shook my head "Mikey please, just because I stared at her doesn't mean I'm attracted to her”

I said and crossed my arms. "Dude we've never seen you stare at a girl like that before" Mikey pointed out, "that is probably because I'm fascinated by her singing" I added. Raph shook his head "admit it Don, I think ya like her" he said and walked to the others.

Like her? I cant do that..She lives in the future and I’m from the past. Even if we become close, it won’t last forever..

Before I knew it my legs were moving on their own but I didn’t try to stop myself in any way.

I started walking towards the stage, hearing Mikey and the others yelling things like 'go get her!' And much more but I am not going to bother. I walked up onto the stage and smiled at her. She was tuning her guitar, "hello ma’am" I kindly smiled. She looked up at me and smiled shyly...my heart started beating quickly "Hello.." she greeted and turned her full attention onto me. "M-my name is Donatello" I stuttered, "Y/N" she replied with a cute grin, I guess she noticed my stutter.

"I just came up to tell you that your voice was quite lovely and soothing" I smiled at her, I saw her face slowly turn red and she grinned wide "thank you, no one has ever said that to me.." she said, I was shocked, how can someone not tell her that?

"No problem, are you going to perform another song or is that all?" I asked, "that's all, I guess you came in late cause I performed a few songs before" she said, I nodded. "So if you don't mind me asking, would you like to have a drink with me?" I asked kindly and put my hand out for her to take, she smiled wide and took my hand, standing up.

I held her hand gently as we walked off stage and towards the bar, I sat on a stool and she did as well. The bartender walked up to us "what would you two like?" He asked "I'll just have a beer" she said, I didn't know exactly what there is to drink at a bar so I just decided to go simple "id like some water" I said.

The guy nodded and went off to grab the stuff for us, Y/N looked at me confused "you don't drink?" She asked, "I didn't exactly drink before, this is my first time in a bar" I replied as the bartender gave Y/N her beer and gave me my water. She looked at me shocked "wow that's so interesting, normally every guy I know had already been to a bar" she commented and sipped the beer.

"Well I'm not every guy now am I?" I chuckled and she grinned "exactly that" she replied and I smiled wide.

~a week later~

I was walking down an isle in the grocery store, it was my turn to cook and the penthouse had no food (thanks Mikey) so I decided to go grocery shopping.

As I continued down the isle, grabbing the things I needed, I heard a familiar voice, soothing and soft. I quickly walked to the end of my isle and walked into the direction of the voice, I peaked into an isle and saw Y/N. She was holding a basket and looking for some items while singing, she sounded so comforting.

I walked towards her, tapping her shoulder. She jumped and turned around "Donnie!" She squealed, hugging me tight, I felt this feeling and I think it's the term April told me, something to do with butterflies in your stomach or something similar to that.

I tend to get curious and ask about certain things when it came to relationships, even tho I knew I wouldn’t experience it I still wanted to know.

I hugged back and smiled wide "hey!" I greeted, I felt her smile against my plastron and pull away "I didn't expect to see you here" she said, I chuckled "I didn't expect to see you either" she grinned in response "what's up?" She asked "Oh I’m buying ingredients to make me and my family dinner" she nodded and smiled "I forgot to ask you something last time" I added, she gave me a confused look.

"I never got to keep in contact with you" I smiled, "Oh" she giggled "would you like my number?" She asked, I nodded and grabbed my phone, handing it to her. She put her number in and handed me my phone, "Text me ok?" She asked, I nodded. "It was nice to see you Donnie" she said, I nodded once more "it was nice to see you too". "I'll see you around or you can text me" she smiled and started walking away, "bye" I waved and walked away.

I cant be falling for her..can I?

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cuddlesslut · 3 years

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Part Eight: Hope

Atsumu x fem reader , Suna x fem Reader, Hinata x Fem reader

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long to put out this chapter I’m gunna try to do better on posting faster. I’ve had a lot of stuff happening irl. I love see so many of your write in for the poll 😂 I did not expect Sakusa to pop off! I hope y’all like this chapter. Again it’s still kind of short but I wanted to get it posted. Also you can’t convince me Hinata doesn’t use an all in one cleanser!

Warning: crude language, not much angst, some fluff.

Part Seven: Regrets

Hinata stared at his phone questioning whether he should message you again. It had been four days since you ran out of his apartment. You had yet to respond to any of his texts. As concerned as he is he knows no good will come from spamming you. Although he wants nothing more than for you too talk to him. He was so confused where you both stood. But he was sure of one thing, and that was that things couldn’t go back to the way they were before. He can’t go back to pushing down his feelings and pretending he doesn’t want to be more. That he didn’t want to call you his and show you off to the world. To take you out on dates try new experiences and make memories with you. He can’t keep acting like he doesn’t dream of waking up to you in his arms every morning. He wants to be there with you every step in life and support you no matter what. He wants to show you that you are the most amazing woman he’s ever known. As much as the sex is amazing it’s not worth holding back anymore. He knows you may still not be ready for a relationship and he wouldn’t think about pressuring you into one after how horribly your last ended, he’d gladly wait for you to be ready but he has to be honest with his feelings instead of torturing himself.

The sound of his alarm snapped him out of his daze. Time to get ready for practice, he groaned pulling himself from the comfort of his bed before heading to the shower to start his day. He shuffled in the bathroom hooking up his phone to his Bluetooth speaker starting up with morning playlist beginning his morning routine. He loved jamming in the shower. He turned the water on letting the heat build as he brushed his teeth before climbing into the steaming shower bopping his head to the beat of silhouette by Kana-boon having to refrain himself from attempting to naruto running in the slippery bath. He stood there for a moment enjoying the heat hitting his back and loosening his muscles. Losing himself in the music as he grabbed his three in one, body wash, shampoo and conditioner. He scrubbed his hair and body screaming the lyrics to the next song. “Sawaras nai kimi wa shojo wa na no Boku wa yarichinbitchi no osu da yo !!,” he was jamming out when the song was interrupted by the sound of a notification. He thought nothing of it figuring it was just Bokuto-San. When the chimes continue his curiosity won out as he peeked out passed the curtain still covered in bubbles to see who was spamming his phone. His eyes grew wide as he saw your name lighting up his notifications. He rushed for his phone loosing his balance and slamming the shower wall to keep himself from falling on his ass as he scrambled out still dripping and soapy as he stood in bathroom unlocking his phone.

YN-Chan 🧡: Hey Shoyo

YN-Chan🧡: you’re usually up by now so I thought I’d message you to say I’m soo soo sorry for how I ran out the other day.

YN-Chan🧡: honestly I should have messaged you days ago but I’ve just been dealing with a lot . It’s no excuse but still I’m sorry.

YN-Chan 🧡: look I totally understand if you don’t want talk to me after how I acted but if you do I was hoping we could get together and talk?

Hinata could see the text bubble at the bottom showing she was typing but he wasted no time pulling up the call button needing to here your voice. It rang two times before connecting. His heart clinched hearing your soft hello.

“Hey Sho,” you answered.

“Hey there YN-Chan,” he greeted back.

He could here a sense of nervousness in your tone. “Hey sorry if interrupted anything.” He realized how hard he was breathing from excitement and from nearly dying trying to escape his shower.

“Oh no no, its fine I wasn’t busy,” he feigned nonchalance. There was a beat of silence as you both searched for words.

“Umm you had said you wanted to talk?” He questioned. He was really concerned for why you ran off that day.

“Oh yeah but I’d much rather talk in person, is there anyway we could get together soon I understand if you’re busy,”

“I’m free tonight,” he cursed himself for how desperate he sounded, “uhh do you want to come over tonight?”

You chuckled at his eagerness. “If it’s okay with you maybe we could go out... to like dinner maybe,” his heart froze his mind reeling with excitement you had never gone out before. Always just opting to have food delivered and eating in. He couldn’t help but let his hopes rise.

“I know it’s not what we usually do so I get if you’re uncomfor-”

“I’d love to!” He cuts you off. Not wanting to miss this chance.

“A-awesome um is 7:30 good for you?” You questioned.

“Yep!” He could feeling his heart soaring as the plans started to solidify.

“Great well I’ll message you all of the details later, bye Sho umm I’ll see you tonight.”

“Goodbye YN-Chan, can’t wait!” He heard a small laugh leave your lips before the line disconnected. There is a wide smile spread across his face as leaning against the wall next to him not even upset that his shower water was now starting to run cold.

Hinata’s day was instantly better with thought of seeing you tonight the Idea of having a date with you filled him with joy. Everyone could see the difference in the outside hitter today compared to the last few practices. It’s was like he was in the zone. He was all over the court making the cleanest receives and his spikes were just so on point. It was time for there first water break and stretch. He sat on the bench taking a gulp of water a big smile present on his face when he checks his phone to see a message with a restaurant address. His teammates shared a look at the way the ginger stared at his phone.

“What’s got you so happy Hinata?” Sakusa questioned.

“Yeah Sho you’ve been on fire today plus you won’t stop smiling at your phone!” Bokuto boasted wrapping an arm around his newest teammate.

“That obvious huh?” Hinata grinned. “Well uhh the girl I’ve been talking to wants to go on a date tonight!”

“Oh yeah?” Atsumu smirked “the same girl that’s been marking up yer back recently?” Bokuto and the Setter busted into laughter when Hinata’s faced turned red. Sakusa rolled his eye at the childish behavior.

“Uh haha yeah that’s the one,” he chuckled rubbing the back of his head.

“Well if you’re already fuckin her why are you getting all giddy over a date?” The setter asked

“We’ve actually never been on date before,” Hinata admitted.

“Damn Sho, first date! Why’d you wait so long dude?” Bo wondered.

“Really Hinata-Kun I didn’t take you for the casual sex type,” Sakusa stated

“She’s a friend but I’ve like her pretty much since we met but she’s just not ready for a relationship,” he explains “ she has some bad history but we kept fooling around as friends. I’m so excited cause she asked if I wanted to get dinner so I’m hoping maybe she’s starting to open up to the idea.”

“Ha well good luck then bro,” Bokuto smacked him on the back laughing. The rest of them agreed in the well wishes before the whistle blew signaling the end of their break.

They resumed their intense training. Right now focusing on their serves and some indurance training. The coaches were wearing them out today going over and over drills. Soon enough they were in the locker room showering up a bit and changing as they got ready for their lunch break before they’d have to return to practice. The locker room filled with chatter as they discussed different plays they wanted to work on or where they wanted to grab lunch. There conversation was interrupted when one of the coaching assistants poked their head in.

“Miya-San your fiancé is here to see you, she waiting by the gym entrance.” He stated before turning to leave. All eyes were on the setter when he dropped his phone a look of shock present on his face. His mind was going a mile a minute he was so sure he miss heard the man . There was no way you were here. He stood up rushing to finish getting dressed. There was a pressure in the room he was ignoring some of his teammates sharing a confused look.

“I didn’t know you had a Fiancé Tsumu?” Hinata asked excitedly as the team started following behind the setter.

“That’s because he doesn’t,” Sakusa stated bitterly. Atsumu shot a dirty look back at the wing spiker.

“She left him months ago before you joined the team Shoyo-Kun, she’s are really nice girl though always brought us the best snacks when she’d visit,” Bokuto explained his hungry mind straying as he thought back to her delicious cooking.

“Oh I’m sorry Atsumu,” Hinata apologized.

“Don’t he deserved it,” Sakusa scoffed.

The setter paid no mind to comment there was no point in getting angry with the neat freak he was completely right. It didn’t matter at the moment what mattered was seeing you. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing there. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. You were looking at your hands picking at your nails. He could see you were nervous. So was he. What was he supposed to say he knew he owed you an apology and much more but it felt like he couldn’t breath looking at you. You looked up at him your eyes locking. There was a look he couldn’t quite pin point. It wasn’t exactly a look of hated which it was what he expected but it also nothing like the looks of love he used to receive. He didn’t even realize the boys had stopped behind him watching the scene. His eyes only focused on you and nothing else.

That is until he hears a sharp breath from behind him as Hinata called out your name. Bokuto and Sakusa’s eyes snapped to the ginger some confusion present. Atsumu however didn’t look away from you not even when you gaze shifted from the setter to his teammate. This look in your eyes he could distinguish. It was one you used to look at him with. It shattered Atsumu as he realized right then you were the woman Hinata had been talking about. It obvious when he saw a similar look of happiness on Shoyo’s face. It felt like a kick to the gut. An array of emotions swirling through his mind. He was hurt to think you moved on. Disgusted as he thought back to his earlier convo with the man and how they had discussed the scratches on his friends back and now realizing how they were from you. He felt like he was going to puke thinking of his teammate with you in that intimate way. But he knew he had no right to feel this way not after all he put you through so he pushed those emotions deep inside. Returning to the moment.

“Hi Sho,” you gave a small smile as you shuffled nervously in your spot.

“I thought we were getting dinner? We can switched to lunch if you need to tho.” He stated.

Sakusa and Bokutos eyes grew wide finally coming to the same conclusion the setter previously had. Sakusa had to stifle a laugh as Bo muttered “oh shit” under his breath at the awkward situation.

“Um actually Shoyo, I’d still like to get dinner with you. I know this must seem really confusing, and I promise to explain everything tonight, but uhh.. I actually here to see Miya-San.” You explain sheepishly.

Atsumu tried not to flinch at the use of his last name.

You turned to the blonde with a stoic face. “Can we get lunch, we really need to talk.” He nodded not knowing how to use his voice.

You turned back to Hinata with a pleasing look. “I’ll call you later before our date, Sho.” Before turning to leave with Tsumu.

Hinata may be beyond confused right now not yet connecting the dots. But that didn’t matter he couldn’t stop his heart from skipping. Date. It’s a date. He wasn’t overthinking or wishing hopefully. It was an actual date with you! The woman he can’t get out of his mind. And that one little comfort was enough for him to trust the situation as he watched you walk away.

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hey-there-love · 3 years

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Apologize

Summary: Friday nights don’t have to be lame when Katsuki Bakugo is involved.

Content Warnings: Aged up, NSFW, 18+, Fem oral receiving, penetration, slight anal play, slight dacryphilia, slight spit play, choking, AU, Adult Language, Enter at your own risk.

WC: 3.1K

It was a boring Friday night alone. You were lost in one of your many textbooks studying for a big test on Monday when your phone notified that you had a snapchat. Assuming it was from your roommate Mina, who should have been busy with work, you grabbed your phone.

It was from Katsuki Bakugo. You rolled your eyes and threw your phone onto the pillow. Bakugo was your on and off again friend with benefits. On and off meaning you saw him when it was convenient to Bakugo and Bakugo only. Sadly, you came back each time because you genuinely liked the guy...

Plus it was the best sex of your life.

It was an unfortunate situation to say the least. In the moment when you were with him you were satisfied, but as you got back home you craved more. You were both alike in many ways. Rough around the edges, but soft once you opened up. Goal oriented, focused on your schooling and your futures. A fucked up sense of humor that matched toe to toe. You both came to a mutual agreement that you were meant to be friends early on, but lately you longed for more.

The thing about your situationship with Bakugo was on the rocks since he canceled on you a few nights ago to go out with his friends. Granted you didn’t owe each other anything, but canceling last minute really pissed you off.

After a few minutes of pondering about the Snapchat, you went against your better judgement and opened it.

Bakugo: What are you doing?

You sucked your teeth and debated on messaging him back. Tentatively you set your phone down, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine and leaving him on read. You stuck your nose back in your textbook. About 10 minutes of note taking had passed and your phone had went off again. You glared and looked at the message.

Bakugo: Don’t ignore me shitty woman.

Your body fluttered. The part of your body that did was undetermined though. You scraped your brain of something wity to say back.

Y/N: What do you need? You’re interrupting my hot date.

He responded instantly, almost as if he was awaiting your response.

Bakugo: An actual date or your hand because you know I’m better than both.

You swallowed the lump that had formed in the back of your throat. He wasn’t exactly wrong. Bakugo was far more experienced in the handiwork than you were, but that’s exactly what a vibrator was for. You snapped a picture of the textbook in your lap and captioned it.

Y/N: His name is Pearson’s Guide to Anatomy and we’re madly in love.

At this point you gave up on studying because you were clearly distracted and laid down. Your message sat on delivered for a few minutes before he finally opened it. This time it was a picture. You looked at instantly. He snapped a picture of his roommate Kirishima grinning in front of the stove with a spatula in his hand.

Bakugo: Come eat and before you say no it wasn’t a question.

You fought the battle inside your brain. You were still pretty upset with him, but you hadn’t ate since breakfast so you were hungry. Plus...sex of course. You opted to send him a short message.

Y/N : Gimme 30 minutes asshole.

Bakugo replied with the thumbs up emoji and sent you into action. You had just taken a shower and thankfully something told you to shave your legs. You brushed your teeth quickly and brushed your hair back into a tight pony tail. Everything you needed was already in your purse. A toothbrush, a pair of underwear, deodorant, a few condoms, a charger, and body spray. ( AN: I always recommend keeping a mini spendanight bag in your purse just in case :) )

You spent a few minutes deciding what to wear before putting on a black lace bra and matching underwear. You opted for a pair of black sweats and long sleeve shirt. It was a little chilly out so you threw on a hoodie. Deciding you were finally ready you sent a message to Mina, alerting her of your absence.

Mina: Wear protection! ;) I get off at 2 if you need a ride home.

You laughed at your best friend’s response and began the short walk to Bakugo’s. There was a little bit of day light left so it was easy to navigate through his neighborhood.

Pretty soon you were standing in front of his building. You pressed the buzzer. Kirishima’s sing song voice sounded through the speaker. “Whooooo is it?” Clearly he knew it was you.

“Kiri let me in! I’m freaking freezing.” You whinned.

“That’s not the passworddddd.” He chided, laughing.

“Let her in dumbass.” You heard Bakugo growling in the background.

“Hey!” Kirishima cried and the door buzzed. You rode the elevator up to the third floor. You rasped on the front door. It was opened abruptly by Kirishima who rubbed the back of his head cautiously.

“Let me guess, he smacked you didn’t he?” You pondered and gave him a side hug.

“Yeah and it wasn’t very manly of him either.” He sighed and hugged you back.

“Keep it up and I’ll do it again, Shitty Hair.” Bakugo called from the kitchen. You shook your head and ruffled his hair.

Kirishima grinned and whispered in your ear, “I’m glad your here, he’s been in a mood all day.” You blushed majorly and looked down as he trailed off into the kitchen. It wasn’t a secret to your friend group what you and Bakugo were. Kirishima and Mina had walked in on you two multiple times, but it still wasn’t embarrassing.

You removed your shoes and padded into the kitchen. The aroma of deliciousness hit your nose instantly. Your stomach grumbled. “See I knew you were hungry.” Bakugo said finishing up the stir fry.

Your wrapped your arms around his waist tightly and laid your head on his back. “Shut up and feed me.” You mumbled.

“You want dinner or desert first?” He replied and rubbed your arm as he mixed up the food in the pan.

“Who said you were getting desert?”

“Please guys! Not infront of the stir fry! It’s innocent!” Kirishima groaned and shoved you two out of the way deciding it was done.

You both shot him a glare as he happily loaded his plate up with food. Bakugo fixed your plate and handed it to you. The three of you sat down on the couch in front of the tv. Kirishima put on a series he just started. You began to chatter about the show in between bites. Pretty soon you were done eating and he gave you a synopsis. Bakugo took your plates to the kitchen.

“Hold on wait, so wait. If he’s an international criminal why did he just turn himself in like that to help the agent?” You questioned, clearly enthralled by the show.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out! There’s literally 7 seasons of this! I need answers.” Kirishima agreed.

“Bro what if that’s his like secretly his daughter? Like it makes sense why he’s so connected to her and protects her.” You said excitedly, slapping his leg.

“Dude. That actually makes hella sense.” He replied. Bakugo quietly sat down next to you and began to stroke your lower back, signaling it was time to retreat to his bedroom. You looked up at him with pleading eyes to finish the episode. He rolled his eyes and moved his hand to the back of the couch.

Pretty soon the credits rolled at the end of the episode. “I’m going to bed.” Bakugo announced and stood up.

“Ugh, lame.” Kirishima huffed. Bakugo walked into his bedroom without a word, leaving you two on the couch. You both looked at each other and shrugged.

“I’m definitely going to start watching whenever I get home. Text me about it tomorrow yeah?” You asked making your way to the room.

“For sure!” He called after you as you shut the door. You set your bag down next to the bed and sat down to check your phone. You heard the sink running and then the bathroom door opened revealing a shirtless Bakugo. Grey sweatpants hung off of his hips.

You licked your lips slightly as he turned off the lights and slinked to the bed. A candle faintly flicked in the corner, giving a slight orange glow to the room. “Damn that was like pulling teeth, Y/N” he said and laid down next to you.

“What? You weren’t interested in the show? It was good.” You replied, feeling your pulse quicken as he looked up at you through his lashes.

“I’ve been interested in something else for the past hour.” Bakugo sighed and wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pulling you towards him.

“And what would that be exactly?” You questioned and leaned back into the pillows. He quickly moved ontop of you and hovered over your lips.

“Getting inbetween your thighs.” He whispered. You sucked in a breath before his lips landed on yours. It was slow at first. Sweet closed mouth kisses turned into a passionate tongues mingling together. One of your hands began to run its way through his hair while the other traced the expanse of his bare back.

He groaned into your mouth and you pulled his hair lightly. His hand caressed up your neck until it grabbed your jaw holding you in place. Bakugo began to slowly grind against your sweet spot. Causing you to grow wetter than you already were. His freehand began to explore your body, running along your stomach and up to your bra.

Moans escaped as he began to stroke your nipple through the fabric. He lifted you up from the bed and removed your hoodie and shirt in a swift motion, throwing it somewhere off the bed. You weren’t too concerned at the moment of the location. The hand that gripped your jaw made its way down to your neck as he delicately squeezed the side of your throat.

He kissed down your neck until he made it to the area were your breast pooled ontop of your bra. He began to suck on the revealed flesh before pulling it down to free them. “You’ve got such nice tits, babygirl.” Bakugo growled and took a nipple into his mouth.

You mewled at the praise. He began to nip and suck at it, making sure to tweak and pinch the other in the same fashion. You bucked your hips to meet his, adding more friction to the equation. A few moments passed before he began trail down to the hem of your sweatpants.

Bakugo worked diligently sliding them down your legs before laying in between your thighs. You locked eyes as he started to speak, completely in a trance. “Allow me to formally apologize for canceling on you before.” You nodded slowly. He smiled devilishly and kissed your inner thighs.

The teasing was unreal. It made you so hot that you knew your panties were soaked. He planted a light kiss to your clothed clit. Using his index finger he stroked your pussy vertically with the tip. “You smell so good, Y/N. I can’t wait to taste you.” Bakugo growled. He pulled your panties to the side and slipped the finger in. You instantly clenched around him as he began to pump the tip teasingly.

You were a mess. The strokes were torchous, your mind swirled. “Look at you, grabbing my fucking finger and it’s barely even there.” You loved how vocal he was. He slowly pulled his digit out before entering it again, this time deeper inside you. Your juices cascaded down his hand.

“Shit.” Bakugo cursed and tore your underwear off. You were much too distracted to even worry about your thong being shredded. He added a second finger into the mix. He curled them up inside you, finding the spongy spot that sent you crazy.

Removing his fingers he held them up to the light, entranced by the stringy substance that coated them. “Open your mouth.” He demanded. You did as you were told, no questions asked. Bakugo inserted the two into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around and inbetween then, collecting your slick. He groaned as you sucked and bit down.

His mouth attacked your clit promptly. It was a relief you craved. There was no kitten licks about it. His tongue did figure 8’s around your cunt. You were a moaning mess, saying his name without a care in the world that Kirishima could hear you. Then he did something foreign that you never experienced before. His tongue trailed down your pussy until it found your tight, puckered hole.

You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but in the moment it didn’t matter. Bakugo had your trust completely and he knew it. He didn’t go too far though, just kissing and licking it slightly before focusing his attention back on your throbbing pussy. He plunged the two fingers into your hole again, but this time he fucked it.

The lewd sounds that came from your cunt were enough to make you blush. His free hand flew up to your pelvis and began to gently press down causing pressure. “You hear how loud your cunt is babygirl? You sound like your enjoying it.” Bakugo called. He bit down harshly on your thigh.

“Please Bakugo, please fuck me.” You begged, wrapping your leg around his shoulder.

“That’s not what you should call me Y/N. What’s my name?” He slowed down his pumps, but kept the pressure, making the pleasure the same level of intensity as before.

“Katsuki please!” You cried out. He grinned as you.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I’m not done apologizing yet.” You threw your head back against the pillows as his mouth attacked you once more. His pace began to speed up again. You felt his fingers scissoring inside of you. Your release barreled towards you.

“I’m about to cum.” You whimpered, pushing his head closer to your cunt. His fingers pumped faster than before, hitting your g-spot every time. Your orgasm washed over you promptly as you moaned his name. Your once rigid body melted against the bed. You felt Bakugo climb up your body.

He grabbed your face and made you open your mouth. He spit the saliva and cum mixed fluid into your mouth before running his hand over your breasts again. You were putty and under his mercy.

“Still want me to fuck your brains out?” Bakugo questioned as he stroked himself through his sweats.

“Please.” You breathed out. He chuckled and stood up, removing his pants. His dick sprang free and slapped against his stomach. Precum pooled around the tip. He pulled a condom out of the drawer on the bed side table.

He noticed you staring at him, “See something you like?” Bakugo questioned as he rolled the condom onto his cock. You nodded sheepishly and spread your legs. He shook his head and then nestled inbetween your legs again as he kissed your lips sweetly. He began to rub the tip against your sensitivity, making you jump at the sensation.

“I’ll go slow this time, I promise.” Bakugo kissed your forehead and gently pressed into you, giving you inch by inch. You both hissed until he sank himself fully in your heat. “Shit, you’re always so tight for me baby.” He moaned rested his head on yours.

He began to thrust slowly allowing you to adjust to the pain. Bakugo was not small in the slightest, so you were grateful at the pace he set. He buried his head into your shoulder as profanities escaped his lips. “Fuck, Katsuki. You fill me up so good.” You moaned, scratching his back lightly.

This encouraged him to increase his speed, grinding his hips into yours until he filled you to the hilt. “You are mine. You’ll always fucking be mine Y/N.” He growled, nipping at your collarbone. The declaration made your heart soar, but it also gave you a sinking feeling in the back of your mind.

Bakugo threw your legs over his shoulders as he drilled deep into you. You felt tears prick in your eyes at the sensation as another orgasm began to build. He grasped your face, “Look me in the eyes when you cum because I know you’re close.” You nodded quickly. Tears flowed freely as your mouth hung open. The next orgasm hit you like a brick wall. You were pretty sure you screamed his name that time, but you couldn’t be too sure.

Once your body calmed down Bakugo pulled out, flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your ass into the air. He slammed back into you. You attempted to jerk forward, but he gripped your hips tight. A loud smack landing against your ass for trying to run away.

You felt his warm saliva drip down to your puckered hole before he used his thumb to swirl it around. Unintentionally, you jerked again. He paused his actions. “You trust me right?” Bakugo panted and rubbed your cheek delicately.

“Yes, of course.” You whinned at the loss of rhythm. Another slap landed on you cheek.

“Okay, run away again,” he stated, “I’m fucking your ass.” That caused you to remain absolutely still. Granted after the experience before you didn’t mind the thought of it, but you we’re too spent for that tonight and you knew Katsuki Bakugo would make good on his promise. He began fucking you again, this time not as rough. He repeated his actions from earlier and teased your ass again before gently pressing his thumb in your tight rear.

You were grateful that you could shove your head into the pillow because the noises that came from you would have woken up the whole building. You mentally reminded yourself to apologize to Kirishima tomorrow. “Shit, I’m really fucking close babygirl.”

“Please Katsuki, please come inside of me.” You moaned, egging him on. That was all it took. His once steady, prominent strokes turned into sloppy thrusts as he filled the condom. Once he steadied, he removed himself as you collapsed. Bakugo rolled the condom off and threw it into the trash before falling in next to you.

You were both panting messes. Once you caught your breath you glanced over at him. “Apology accepted.”

“Shut up, shitty woman.” Bakugo laughed and kissed you cheek.

#bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader

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zayeaw · 2 years

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Hiii! Congrats on passing 100 followers <3 My names Keren, Im a libra with an Aries moon and Scorpio rising. I love fashion and im a fashion major. Im black, I usually wear long black box braids, and I’m around 5’8 5’9. For my personality im mostly shy around others I just meet but im very outgoing once I get comfortable and I have a big personality. Im not exactly sure what my aesthetic is but I’m super inspired by 70’s and 90s fashion. For my music taste I mostly listen to anything but I love alternative R&B and soul/jazz. My favourite artists are Steve Lacy, The Internet, Sade, Solange, and Erykah Badu. Lastly for the fandom I choose Attack on Titan with a male character and a childhood friends to lovers trope :)) (hopefully eren LOL) sorry if this was all over this place😭😭

omg hiii keren! I hope you're having a wonderful day! thank you so much for being here qnd supporting me, it really means a lot!🥺❤

all of you are so pretty.

I love seeing girls with boxbraids, they're absolutely gorgeous ,everytime i see someone with it i go😫😩

also sorry if this seems rushed or something, im a stem student and school is respectfully killing me😍

But I really do pour my heart out when i write so i do hope you like it!

PEPPER'S MILESTONE EVENT!

you ask for eren, you get eren😋🗝

you and eren met each other when you are kids, probably 8 or 9? And i bet that you used to bully him lmao (in a loving way ,probably bc his favorite avenger or pokemon is lamer than yours). back then he used to see more like his competition than a friend and he always had thr upper hand in a social situation where you both were involved bc he could easily roast you there without the risk of u roasting him back. Dw u always picked on him the next day✌🏻

time passed , you both were in the same high school now and one day in english lit class you gave him a dirty look when he cracked the most idiotic joke to ever exist.

Now, idk if he has a degradation kink or not but for the first time in his life his heart began beating so fast he could swear itll burst out any second. He dosent know if it was the outfit you wore which brought your lips out or the new mascara you tried on or the small smirk that you gave him after you turned back around to face the board.

He used to hear his classmates say "dude kerens so hot" and let me tell u, he'd "accidentally" go step on their feet and pick a fight with them and get suspended for the next 2 days.

With time, everyone around you both knew that u both liked each other, i mean even u knew and liked him back but u thought you were good at hiding feelings . Which u totally weren't 🤗

your friends realized u had fallen for him when your loud personality loud turn off and ud suddenly be self conscious whenever he was around.

And well. Those glances you both would steal of each other whenever you could would never go unnoticed by others.

He didn't confess to u until you both passed out of schopl tbh. That idiot thought u didnt like him back and jean and armin had to convince him to finally say it before you leave for college.

Yeah. That convincing part took 2 years.

But he did it tho. Looked like a cute moron while saying "its not like i like u or anything 🙄, uhh yeah but yeah.. hmm (procceds to glance at jean who encourages him to go on) yeah i like u." He said. Face red.

And you fell in love with that face.

It was cute tho u both dating. Holding hands for the first time was a nightmare. And when he finally grabbed your hand u fainted cutely inside.

Lets be honest. Erens into rap and heavy metal music. So you playing steve lacy songs in the car made him want to jump out. ( no offense to lacey tho I LOVE HIS MUSIC😭).

Eventually he learned all of the lyrics and discovered the words in those songs are exactly what he feels about u.

That made him giggle a bit.

He thinks you should be a model really. He always tells u that u would be the best one out there with your cute face, long beautiful hair and your height. He dosen't understand why you always say how pretty real models are when you are here looking like an angels gift .

Loves ur outfits. And the outfits u choose for him.

Totally judges ppl with bad taste with u.

Takes pictures of u while u sleep.

Stares at it while youre at college.

Wants u kiss and cuddle w u 24/7.

He thinks he is the luckiest to have someone like u in his life. Hes so greatful for it that he treats you like the princess you are<3

Oh and u still bully him for taste in pokemon😋.

Umwah ily just like eren does<3

#pepper reaches a milestone<3 #pepper reaches a 100+!!#eren <3

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maximumjinx · 3 years

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Steven Universe Gravity Falls AU

~Yknow what they say, if you run out of content, ya gotta make it yourself. This is a ? shot (I might continue or not who knows not me) please don’t ask for more I have 18 unfinished fanfics on this site.~

California was nice, Steven had to admit. The people were nice, the food was fantastic, and the weather was splendid. It reminded him a lot of Beach City. Though there were just so many people, and traveling north, Steven was beginning to long for something small and simple again.

Oregon was the perfect place for that, right?

“Ronaldo wants pictures of Bigfoot, and if anyone can find him, its you Steven.” Petey’s voice was faint on Steven’s phone speaker, tossed into the passenger seat as Steven blindly picked a highway exit.

“Sure Petey, but couldn’t Ronaldo just go to a circus?”

“Not big feet Steven,” Petey emphasized, “Bigfoot.”

“Saying it twice isn’t helping buddy.” Steven was half paying attention. He was focusing on the winding roads and the looming trees surrounding him. Deep, in the pit of Steven’s stomach, he felt something start to tug him toward one direction farther away from the highway. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a good or bad feeling yet.

“Forget it, I’m going to take a blurry photo of that mean Gem in the woods and say its Bigfoot.”

“Just don’t let Jasper catch you, she’s no joke when she’s angry.”

“I saw her ripping grass out of the ground I think I’ll be fine. Later dude.”

Steven heard a small click and smiled to himself. He’s happy to see how far the people of Beach City have come and how they’ve taken to the gems. He remembers when the Crystal Gems were once the outcasts of town that locals warned you to stay away from.

He looked up to see a welcome sign.

“Gravity falls. Well, that’s a funny name.”

—

Steven wanted small and simple but he feels he may have overshot it.

This small town had exactly three attractions. A town museum that mentioned marrying woodpeckers (Steven couldn’t figure out if that was a normal human thing, like taxes and velcro), a small diner, and as one local described it ‘some tourist trap’ deep in the woods. It was a sticky summer day and the former two attractions didn’t have airconditioning. Steven gambled on the last stop in hopes of stretching his legs and maybe finding a source to the strange feeling in his gut. It had become much stronger since he entered this small town. Alluring, but nothing related to Gems as far as Steven could tell.

He parked in the nearly empty lot and stepped out. Jacket wrapped loosely around his hips, Steven made his way inside.

A girl that looked about 13 was petting a pig on the front porch. She was incredibly reflective, and depsite the heat wore a knitted bedazzled sweater that made her glow like a disco ball in the sun.

She looked Steven up and down as he approached, a wide smile taking up her face and Steven saw bright braces with colored bands.

“Hi!” She launched upwards, startling the pig away, “I’m Mabel, but you can call me anytime.” The girl winked and stuck out her hand, palm facing the floor.

Steven blinked.

“Mabel, stop scaring away the customers!” A gruff voice yelled through the screen door, and soon an older man stepped out in a suit, wearing a fez and eyepatch.

Immediately the old man squinted at Steven, sizing him up.

Stanley Pines knew this teen wasn’t local, but he wasn’t sure if he had any money. For all he knew he was another boy trying to hit on his giftshop cashier, Wendy.

Oh well, a customer is a customer.

“Come in, come in, and see our mystical and magical wonders!”

“Magical?” This could be it, Steven could figure out why this town has felt off. Maybe it was gem related after all.

Quickly this older man who had introduced himself as Mr. Mystery gave Steven a tour of what looked like failed taxidermy projects. Now Steven may have a lived a sheltered childhood, but he felt pretty confident there was no such thing as a Sashcrotch. And so far, nothing had felt magical or mysterious.

“That concludes our tour! Here is our mistifying giftshop and it’s purchasable wonders!”

“Right...” Well, at the very least he was able to spend some time in airconditioning.

There was a girl behind the desk in plaid that looked about Steven’s age, and just a half inch shorter than him. She looked bored, flipping through a magazine as a young boy that looked a lot like Mabel made googly eyes as he swept by the door.

Steven guessed there was no harm in asking around.

“Hi, I’m Steven.” He smiled easily, walking up to the register.

“No refunds, even if an exhibit bit you.” She sighed, peeking up before turning back to her magazine.

“Oh no, nothing bit me, I just wanted to know something.”

She looked up to get a better look at Steven and gave a small smirk.

“Sure, but only because I like your shirt. Mr. Universe merch, now that’s a deep cut.”

Unbeknownst to Steven, Dipper Pines would had been watching the exchange felt a twinge of uneasiness as this out of towner talked with Wendy.

“Have you ever seen anything strange or weird actually happen in this town?”

Wendy’s smile dropped.

“Why do you ask?” Her eyes flickered to Dipper, just for a moment, and that was all he needed to rush over.

“Excuse me sir, please buy something or exit the store.” Dipper spoke in the deepest voice he could muster.

Steven looked over with a questioning expression.

“Oh sure uh-“ He blindly reached for the wad of bills that his dad had given to him before he left. Steven pulled out a hundred dollar bill and put it on the counter. Wendy looked up baffled as Steven stuffed the other cash back in his wallet.

“Boy was I wrong about you kid!” Mr. Mystery, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, now bounded over. He had loosened his tie and lost the eyepatch which turned out he never needed.

“Whaddya wanna know? I’ll tell you everything. There’s gnomes in the woods you know-“

“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper protested loudly, dragging his Stan away and harshly whispering at him.

“Did you steal that money?” Wendy asked as Steven watched the pair whisper fight in the corner. He turned back to the girl and gave a sheepish smile.

“Uh no, my dad gave it to me before this roadtrip. He’s actually Mr. Universe.”

Wendy lit up.

“No freaking way! Your dad is Mr. Universe? I only got into him since he managed Sadie Killer and the Suspects and they always perform covers of his songs on tour, I can’t believe he’s your dad!” She rambled, stars in her eyes. Steven beamed, he loved when people praised his dad’s music. Greg really deserved it.

Steven learned Wendy’s name and they swapped stories back and forth, only interrupted as the girl from outside slowly rose from the behind the counter beaming.

“A cute musician that loves weird stuff, take me now.” She swooned. Steven blushed profusely, not used to the attention.

“Sorry, my girlfriend Connie probably wouldn’t like that very much.” He said gently. Mabel looked him up and down and pouted.

“I can wait, but not forever.” She warned, and winked, bounding to break apart her grunkle and Dipper, who are now whisper screaming with arms flailing.

“I wasn’t going to mention that Dorito shaped jerk! Just the normal stuff!”

“It’s dangerous! He could be a spy, or government, or another stack of gnomes!”

Steven raised an eyebrow and looked at Wendy. She chuckled and shrugged. Steven carefully approached them.

“He can hear everything you’re saying anyways so might as well tell him!” Mabel interrupted, nodding towards Steven as he came up.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m definitely not government.” Steven technically didn’t exist at all. He never had a social security card and didn’t have a birth certificate.

Dipper only glared. Rich strangers with an interest in the paranormal didn’t come through gravity falls without some kind of agenda.

Steven hated the conflict he was starting. No information was worth this family fighting.

“Okay,” he surrendered, hands up, “I’ll just go. I’ll stick around town until tomorrow if you change your minds”

“Wait Steven-”

“Let him go Wendy,” Dipper glared as the boy in pink walked out, “We can’t trust him.”

“But I was going to ask for Sadie tickets...” Wendy groaned, defeated.

“There’s something weird about him.”

“Great!” Mabel beamed, “He’ll fit right in.”

~.~

Steven wasn’t crazy about sleeping in his car, but was seriously considering it after seeing the state of his motel room. It looked like it hadn’t been used in decades, a thin line of dust covering every surface. He was also pretty sure they didn’t even have free ice.

“Wish Pearl were here..” He mumbled, exhausted. He curled up on top of the covers, fully clothed, and let sleep take him.

Being Steven Universe however, meant rest was sure to allude the half alien.

Steven found himself in a dark space, fog all around him. Before a word could come out of his mouth he heard a fast, repetitive muttering.

“Stranger...Wendy looked pretty today..Can’t trust...Tell no one...Ford isn’t here..”

“What, the-” Steven quietly walked toward the source of dialogue, and saw the faded silhouette of the boy from the Mystery Shack. His back was turned to him, but Steven recognized the blue vest and mosquito bitten legs.

“I thought I was over the dream hopping.” Steven spoke a tad too loudly, starting the young boy - Dipper.

“What-” Dipper’s eyes grew wide in panic, and the boy fell back harshly.

“No, no, you can’t be in my head!”

“Wait, I’m not-” Steven tried to reassure him, stepping carefully towards the boy but Dipper let out a screech of terror, sweat gathering around his temples.

“Bill sent you didn’t he?! He’s not really gone- he’s going to hurt Mable again-” Dipper began to hyperventilate.

“Dipper please,” Steven took a step back, arms in the air in surrender.

“I-”

“I’m not going to hurt you I swear on the gems.” He placed a hand over his heart. “This is a total invasion of privacy but it’s something that happens when someone’s emotions are out of control-”

“How are you here?” Dipper demanded, scrambling to his feet. “Tell me what you are and what you want.”

“I’m just passing through!” Steven insisted, then lowered his tone to calm the younger boy. “I’m kinda of magnet for weird stuff. I just wanted to help in case anything was going on.”

“We deal with things just fine around here.” Dipper spat, then watched as Steven deflated. He seemed tired, like he hasn't slept well in a while.

“So what are you anyways? How can you be here?”

Steven winced, and laughed nervously. “It’s kind of a long story..”

Dipper raised and eyebrow and swept his arm around the void dramatically.

“You have until dawn.”

“I thought that was a conspiracy theory, it wasn’t even covered by major news outlets.” Dipper look exhausted, cross legged on the unseen floor as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I think Garnet is pretty persuasive when it comes to government and reporters. They all kinda fall in love with her.”

“She’s the one that’s really two aliens?”

Steven shook his head with a small smile. “It’s hard to explain but yes, I guess that comes close.”

“That’s actually insane. I’m insane, aren’t I?” Dipper stood up, leaving Steven on sitting next to an empty space. “It’s been too quiet around here and now I’m so desperate for weird, that I’m making it all up in my head.”

“I get that feeling.” Steven smiled without humor, “but no, this is real. I’ll prove it when you wake up.” Steven felt a shift, the fog in the void getting denser.

“Sooner than I thought, you’re an early riser huh?”

Dipper looked back at Steven, panicked. “You’ll come to the Shack again right? In just a bit?”

Steven smiled. “Promise.”

Dipper woke up to his sister braiding his hair. Mabel still had her pjs on, and a make up kit next to the bed. Dipper frowned, tasting strawberry shortcake.

“Stop testing party looks on me, Mabel.”

“Stop having my face structure and maybe I will.” She grinned, covered in blue glitter.

Dipper quickly washed up and got dressed for the day, feeling like he was anxiously waiting for something but not quite remembering what.

He felt like he had a strange dream last night...

He quickly remembered, choking on cereal as Steven walked into the shack right as it opened. Hair slightly frizzy from the heat and eyes strangely tired. Maybe dream hopping took energy that he anticipated.

“Steven!”

“Meal ticket!”

“Grunkle Stan.” Mabel chastised as Dipper rushed over to the older boy.

“Good morning everyone.”

Dipper stopped short, slightly hoping that everything he experienced wasn’t just his imagination. That everything exciting and weird and interesting wasn’t always trying to kill him, ruin his life, or steal his candy.

Steven looked tired, like he had been doing this much longer than Dipper, but he had still come out with enough energy to smile.

“Not insane?” Dipper asked hopefully, quietly. Steven snapped his attention from his Grunkle and Mable bickering down to the Dipper. He gave a reassuring smile, eyes quite serious.

“Not insane.”

#I feel like I made up a strange tension but please don't ship them THEYRE FOUND FAMILY #Steven universe #gravity falls #universe falls #???#what's the tag?#dipper pines #Mabel pines #grunkle stan #stan pines #bill cipher #this is something or maybe nothing idk people need to give me plot ideas #probably no plot just one shot series

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bloodorangesoup · 3 years

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Work Song | B.B.

Request: Have you ever heard work song by hozier? It gives me such bucky vibes 🥺 like imagine him waking up from a nightmare & singing it to calm him down

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.05k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away lol)

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, bad singing (unless you can actually sing), Bucky being a big softy

My Masterlist

Notes: Anon you need to name yourself cause you obviously have good taste in music and I kinda want some moots on here. This song is so perfect for Bucky. I truly appreciate the suggestion, it gives me inspiration of what to write while procrastinating on works in progress <3

You were awoken when the sheets and comforter were yanked off of you, shocking you awake with the chill of the night air. You squinted your eyes open only to be faced with Bucky’s back as he was sat up in bed. You could see by the rhythmic curling of his spine that he was breathing fast and heavy, prompting you to sit up with him.

“Baby,” you groaned as you stretched your back and faced him, “you alright?”

His eyes stared forward, expressionless, until he snapped out of it and looked at you with a worried face. It was almost as if Bucky hadn’t even noticed you had sat up until he heard your voice. You wanted to kiss in between his eyebrows to smooth the lines that the furrow of them had formed. You leaned towards him and laid your hand on his back, feeling the expansion and deflation of his breathing, it had calmed a bit but you could feel the still rapid beating of his heart. He opened his mouth for a second, hesitating before releasing a breath and answering.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. Sorry I woke you up. There's still a couple hours left before you have to get up, lay back down.” He said, motioning with his head towards your pillow. You simply shook your head and dragged your hand from his back up to his neck and around to his cheek. He leaned his head into your cupped palm, closing his eyes at the comfort your touch gave him.

“Can we cuddle then?” You asked, more for him than you. It was an unspoken declaration in the air of “you’re a terrible liar,” but by now in your relationship, Bucky knew that if he wanted to talk about his nightmares, you were always there and ready to listen. If he didn’t want to talk then you could at least try to get him back to sleep or calm his nerves.

He answered you with a nod. You grabbed his pillow and stacked it on top of your own, giving you a cushion to comfortably lay down with your back slightly elevated. He understood what to do and without hesitation crawled over to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, laying halfway on top of you and resting his cheek on the top of your breast, right over your heart. Both your bodies shifted a few times until they found the perfect interlock with each other, sinking down into the bed.

“Do you remember that song I showed you the other day, the one you said you really liked?” You didn’t know where you were trying to go with this conversation, but you figured that getting him sleepy again would be hard, so talking about whatever came to your head might help put him down. Bucky could feel the vibrations of your voice all throughout your chest. He wished in that moment that the two of you could stay like this forever, that he could feel your sweet voice like this for the rest of his life.

“The “take me to church” one?”

“Yeah, that one. The dude who sings that has another song I really love, it makes me think of you whenever I hear it.”

“What’s it called?” He mumbled weakly. You gave him a squeeze and continued.

“Work Song.”

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed against your chest, waiting a moment before speaking, “could you sing it for me, doll?”

“If you want, but I can’t promise it’ll sound pretty,” you answered with a breathy chuckle. You wanted to comfort Bucky, but you definitely weren’t a singer. It was difficult enough to be in tune with songs, you weren’t sure you could even manage with half his body resting on you.

“It doesn’t have to sound pretty, if you sing it it’ll be perfect. Please?”

It took Bucky a long time to be okay with asking for things and accepting that receiving favors didn’t equate to weakness. You knew that him asking you to do this for him was hard and you weren’t going to let him down.

“Alright.” You cleared your throat and breathed in before exhaling quickly, cutting the words out of your mouth as your brain tried to think of how the song goes.

“Well, it starts with a low piano note and this soft clap, and there's a harmony that goes ‘hmmm, hmm mmm’ and then another clap and ‘hmm mmm’,” you explained, emphasizing every clap with a light tap if your hand on his back. You looked down at him and lifted your other hand, weaving yo fingers through his hair to gently move back and forth over his scalp. You looked back up to the ceiling with your eyes open, imagining how the stars would look if the roof was gone.

“And that part goes on for a bit…” you said into the silence of the room. As you explained, Bucky had shifted his head to rest the underside of his chin flush against your chest and looked up at you. Due to the way your face looked up he couldn’t see it completely, but he could see how the light of the moon pouring into the room cast a glow across your cheekbones and jaw. He watched as you fumbled through the intro, trying to explain to him how the different sounds come together, and he swore you had never looked more beautiful.

He drank in the way the hums of the song rattled under his chin, how you would pause for a few moments trying to think of what came next in the song. He felt your heartbeat against his throat and the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you would take before letting out another hum. He was right, you could be singing any song and it would be perfect.

“And then he starts singing, he goes,” you took in a breath before singing.

“‘Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat’

“‘There's nothin' sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me’.”

He noted how the corners of your mouth tilted upward at that last line. You weren’t singing it exactly as the song went, the melody was a bit off and the pitch was much lower than it was supposed to be, but Bucky felt like every word you sang floated out into the world, carrying its refreshing life and coolness into his soul.

“And then there's this really deep bass note that hits and then the chorus goes,

“‘When, my, time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her’.”

Bucky thought of how he always seemed to crawl back to you. For once, he didn’t feel guilty for his presence in your life. He relished in the feeling of having you under him, in the knowledge that of all the people in the world, you would let him crawl home to you. If he had to crawl to someone, he would thank any and all higher powers that it was you.

“And then the song gets lighters and the hums come back,” you mumbled.

“‘Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib’

“‘And I was burning up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear, I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did’.”

Memories swirled around in Bucky’s head of all the times he felt like ending it all. He knew he was perfectly capable of doing it, but there was always a stubborn sliver of hope splintered in his head that prevented him from going through with anything. He didn’t like to think back to those times, but hearing the words leave your lips made it clear to him that you were the sliver of hope, some force of the universe had kept him around long enough to reach you and hold on. He closed his eyes and listened as you gently worked through the chorus twice more.

“‘My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me’.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he thought of how unconditionally you cared for him. You weren’t blind to the troubles that came with loving someone like him, with accepting what he did and offering him sanctuary from himself. He didn’t know if he would ever be sure of the idea that he deserved love, but he was okay with being selfish if it meant having you by his side.

“‘When I was kissin' on my baby

And she'd put her love down, soft and sweet

In the low lamp light, I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me’.”

Tears had started to well in Bucky’s eyes. He looked up once again at your face, delicately bathed in moonlight, and thought of how he looked in the light, how you both looked together in the light. If you looked so beautiful and lovely, maybe he could too. He didn't feel exposed or ugly, he felt safe, he felt free. He was overwhelmed with emotion. His heart was pounding and he was choked up, he had never felt as completely and dramatically in love with you as he did in that moment.

You wrapped up the song, carrying it out with the same hums and claps that brought it in. Looking down, you saw Bucky’s face buried in the space between your breasts and could hear a sharp intake of breath, indicating that he was crying. You ran your hand that had been tapping his back up and down his spine. You took your hand from his hair and used it to push his disheveled hair out of his eyes and off his forehead, causing him to look up at you.

To Bucky, you looked like an angel. You both laid in silence, looking into each other's eyes, while Bucky simply hugged you closer and let his tears fall freely. You leaned down and placed a few gentle kisses on his forehead. He finally settled his breathing and sniffled a few times before speaking, he was ready to talk.

“I’ve killed enough people,” he sniffled before continuing, his voice croaky, “I’ve killed enough people to give me nightmares for the rest of my life.” He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling too shameful to keep looking at you.

You sank down lower in the sheets and tightened your hold on him, bringing his face and body up and closer to you.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. I wish there was more I could do.” You finally let go of the few tears building in your eyes, letting them roll down your cheeks to the corner of your lips.

“You’re here. You love me. That’s all I need,” he let out with a sob. You nodded your head and tugged on his body, signaling to him to come up.

He shifted himself higher in the bed, his face coming parallel to yours. You snaked your hand around his neck and craned him to look into your eyes. You observed the glassiness of them and how it accentuated the bright blueness within them. You thought of how, even when he was sobbing, he looked more beautiful than ever.

“I love you so much, y/n” he whispered with shaky breaths.

“I love you too, Buck, more than anything.”

You pulled him completely into you, your swollen lips gliding against one another, mixing your salty tears. You brought your hands to the sides of his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones, feeling how beautiful he was even with your eyes closed. You both pulled back slowly, only far enough to rest your foreheads together.

“I love you.”

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little-diable · 4 years

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A lil help - Dean x Reader x Sam (smut)

Request by anon

Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Reader helps the boys out on a case, but she is persistent when it comes to her reward.

Warnings: 18+, smut, threesome

Her skin felt sticky, drenched in body oil and glitter, fake lashes glued to her own ones, barely dressed. (Y/n) tried to swallow down the disgust that would crawl up her spine as she felt the men’s eyes on her, admiring every inch of her exposed skin, boobs pressed together by the tight, sparkly bra, short shorts wrapped around her legs, heels making her appear as tall as ever.

The things she’d do for the Winchester brothers and their cases.

They were hunting down a shapeshifter, following his trail that led them towards a strip club, instantly turning towards (y/n) for help. She’d be able to woo the man, to lure him into one of the back rooms. She was glad for those dancing lessons she took as a teen, effortlessly moving around the pole, dropping to her knees, sprawled out on the floor, smirking at the crowd.

“Come on please (y/n),” Dean smirked at her, staring at her bare face, twirling her loose strands of hair around his fingers, green eyes teasing her. Her heart was racing, mind focused on the man she had been wanting to kiss for a very long time, barely listening to the words he spoke, completely entranced by him.

“What’s in for me?” (Y/n) gave into his touch, hands placed on his sides, fisting the fabric of his grey shirt, “Well what do you want?” Sam’s voice made her tilt her head to the side, gaze finding his darkening eyes.

Her insides were burning, wondering how far she could take it, wondering if she could finally have what she had been dreaming about. “Mhmm” teasingly she bit her lip, “I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” The boys watched her leave the kitchen, swaying her hips, biting down her giggle, she had them wrapped around her little finger.

Dean couldn’t rip his enchanting green eyes off her frame, fuck, she was even more gorgeous than he had imagined, the need to grasp her and carry her to their motel room grew by the second, urged on by the jealousy that rose in the pit of his stomach.

“Dude,” Sam gave his brother a light shove, trying to ignore (y/n)’s almost naked figure on the stage, he couldn’t get distracted, at least not yet, “It’s him.” Sam pointed his finger towards the man they had been hunting down for the past week.

(Y/n) found the boys eyes, following their gaze, smirking to herself, he would be an easy target, at least easy enough to get it over and done with quickly. As soon as the song ended (y/n) made her way down from the stage, stalking up to the man she had her eyes focused on, “Hello handsome.” (Y/n) slung her arms around his neck, dropping down into his lap, thighs placed on either side of him.

His eyes wandered up and down her frame, confidently placing his hands on her behind, tracing the fabric of her tights, “Well hello there.” She uncomfortably shifted in his lap, biting down the need to puke her guts out, his breath fanned over her skin, god, how much she wanted to leave the club behind with the two brothers in tow, not letting the man touch her any further.

“I don’t like it Sam,” Dean clenched his jaw, hand enclosed around his bottle of beer, trying to keep himself from ripping the man away from (y/n), no longer caring about their hunt. Just as Sam opened his mouth to reply (y/n) rose from the target's lap, tugging on his tie, pulling him down the hallway, eyes finding the Winchester brothers.

Both instantly followed her, maybe they have been too carelessly, not caring if somebody watched them follow (y/n) and the man, not caring about any noisy bystanders, but fuck, they only wanted to get her out of there.

The boys have always been rather protective of the girl they had known for years, both would give their last breath for her, without ever thinking twice. But they also began to drown in the deep need they felt for her, the need to bury their lengths into her tightness, the need to taste her on their lips, the need to make her their own.

Both barged into the room, just in time to rip the man off her body, ending his pathetic life, freeing them and the town of the horror that seemed to follow him around.

“Finally,” (y/n) breathed out, grasping Deans outstretched hand, front pressed against his, deeply inhaling his intoxicating scent, “Thank goodness you’re okay.” Her chuckle made him open his eyes, pulling her head off his shoulder, “You big softie.” (Y/n) patted his chest, winking at Sam, “Take me home boys.”

The moment she stepped into their motel room a relieved sigh rumbled through her, her muscles felt sore, her body was aching with every step she took, “I’ll go on and take a shower, I need to scrub the glitter off me.” She kissed Sams cheek as she passed by him, taking off Deans sweater before she stepped into the bathroom, catching the boys wide eyes.

Hot water was crashing down on her, she rubbed the shower gel into her skin, watching the glitter make its way down the drain, makeup running down her cheeks. She could still feel the boys eyes on her as she was dancing to the song, felt a faint pulsing in her lower region, walls clenching around nothing as she imagined the things they’d do to her.

A chuckle spilled from her lips as she wiped her face clean, she looked ridiculous, rubbing her hair dry as she reached for her clothes, pulling the soft fabric of her panties up her legs, upper body dressed in one of Sam's old shirts, big enough to swallow most of her frame. “You got this,” she mumbled, eyes dancing over her frame, maybe she’d finally be brave enough to ask for what her heart desired the most.

Her eyes found both boys, sprawled out on the two beds, naked chests exposed, only dressed in loose sweatpants. (Y/n) was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of her chest. “So,” she mumbled, “What about my reward?” The boys found each other’s eyes, smirking at one another, “Mhm, anything special you have in mind?” Dean patted the spot next to him, hungry green eyes following her every move.

Sam turned towards the both of them, watching (y/n) settle down next to Dean, nails scratching along his thigh, “Sammy come over here.” (Y/n) smirked at Sam, waiting till the tall man stood in front of her. “I want you.” her eyes switched between the two brothers, thighs pressed together, her arousal began to dampen her panties, “I think you need to be a bit more specific baby.” Sam’s hoarse voice made her moan, long fingers dancing along her jaw, “Fuck me, please.” Another pathetic whimper left her.

Dean moved his hand up her spine, tugging on the roots of her (y/h/c) hair, shoving her down onto the bed, nodding at Sam, he’d let him have her first, would take care of her upper body for a while, while his length was throbbing in his sweats, aching to be released. Sam’s skilled fingers traced a few shapes into her thighs, snapping the strings of her panties against her skin, teasing another moan out of her.

Just as Sam tugged her panties down her legs, Dean had pulled the shirt off (y/n)s body, green eyes falling to her boobs, her nipples were hardening as the chilly air hit her skin.

Sam sunk to his knees, eyes not letting go of her core, admiring her wetness, fuck she would probably taste so sweet, he couldn’t wait to spread her walls with his member. “Sammy,” (y/n) squeaked his name, hands finding Dean's short hair, who currently had his lips wrapped around her right nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Her mind was all over the place, not truly grasping the fact that both boys were currently having their way with her. Sam was an expert with his tongue, brushing through her slit, rolling her pulsing bundle of nerves around between his lips, fingers dipping into her heat, instantly finding her sweet spot. The boys had just started touching her and she was already dancing along the brink of her orgasm, not quite sure whose name she should moan.

“Stop,” (y/n) panted, eyes finding Sammy’s almost black ones, for a blink of a second an unsure look crossed his features, wondering if she wasn’t truly enjoying the little thing they currently had going. Dean let his eyes wander down her body, gazing at his older brother, waiting for (y/n) to keep on talking.

Her chest was heavily rising and falling. “I,” her head crashed back against the pillow, deeply inhaling, “I want to cum around you.” She didn’t want to waste any more time, wanted to finally wrap her walls around the boy’s members. Dean dipped his head down, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, “Onto all fours.”

Dean and Sammy switched places, both undressed themselves, as Dean combed through his wallet, looking for a condom, Sam placed himself in front of her. “Baby,” he breathed out, finding her twinkling eyes, urged on by the excitement that flooded through her, (y/n) stretched her neck, lips brushing against Sam’s, tasting her arousal on his tongue. Sam pumped his length a few times, waiting till Dean finally found what he had been searching for, rolling the sticky fabric down his member.

Just as Sam’s tip entered her mouth Dean’s length disappeared into her heat, hips moved against her behind, letting her clenching walls adjust to his size. (Y/n) hummed around Sam’s shaft, he was big, way too big to take all of him, but somehow she managed to slacken her jaw, comfortably breathing around him. She moved against the older brother’s lower abdomen with every expertly thrust of Dean, perfectly burying himself into her heat, no man had ever managed to make her feel like this.

“You’re taking us so well baby,” Sam combed his hand through her hair, praising her, eyes locked with her glassy ones. A few growls rumbled through him, she knew exactly what to do with her mouth, tongue dancing along his velvety skin, adding just the right amount of pressure, though he couldn’t wait to finally take her.

“Jesus, seeing you like that earlier,” sweat pooled on Dean's forehead, eyes focused on the back of her head, “Made me want to fuck you right there and then.” He kept on watching her bob her head, moaning around his brother's impressive size.

Sam hummed, mind wandering back to the way she looked on stage, barely dressed, eyes sparkling, as if she had known that the boys would end up between her thighs that night. “Bet you thought of us, didn’t you? Hoping we’ll touch you, fuck you like the good slut you are?” (Y/n) couldn’t control the sounds that left her, she was too far gone, ready to finally give into her orgasm, her clit was painfully throbbing, begging for its release.

She wrapped one hand around Sams shaft, pulling him out of her mouth with a wet “pop”, pressed her forehead against Sam’s abs, “Fuck I’m so close.” A satisfied moan rumbled through Dean, he had dreamt about making her cum for nights on end, imagining the sounds that would spill from her swollen lips, length coated with her arousal, what a sight.

Dean gave it one last thrust ere he pulled (y/n) down the edge with him, he pressed his lips against her spine, moaning against her skin, length twitching as he filled the condom with his release. She moaned for the brothers, eyes squeezed shut, still stroking Sam’s member with trembling hands. Even though her orgasm had just ripped through her, her walls were still clenching, waiting for Sam to finally take her, to have his way with her.

Sam slipped away from her, pressing a kiss to her scalp as he once again switched places with Dean, carefully flipping (y/n) onto her back. Her pupils were dilated, lips swollen, hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead. Dean fell down on the mattress next to her, hands wandering up and down her upper body, mesmerized by every inch of her. “Oh shit, don’t stop, don’t stop please,” his fingers danced along her sensitive clit, circling the bud, watching Sam spread her thighs, length effortlessly disappearing into her.

She was a mess, thrashing around on the mattress, her walls were painfully aching, Dean was big, there was no doubt to it, but Sam, fuck, she couldn’t take all of him, couldn’t imagine how he’d fit into her. “So perfect, like you were made for us,” Dean nibbled on her neck, still teasing her clit with two fingers, tightening the knot that began to form in her lower belly, once again. No words left her, legs wrapped around Sam’s waist, skin jiggling with every ferocious thrust of the tall Winchester brother, she was done for, completely done for.

Sam was too focused on the orgasm he was chasing, he didn’t notice her panting his name, didn’t notice how her release was just about to wash over her, pace not faltering once. (Y/n) squealed, eyes clenched shut, holding onto Dean's forearm, nails digging into his skin. “Let go,” he mumbled into her ear, eyes focused on her features, she looked so gorgeous as came. The fluttering of her walls seemed to rip Sam out of his trance, eyes finding hers, smirking to himself, making her cum was probably his new favorite thing.

He pulled out of her just in time, release dripping down onto her lower abdomen, milky substance twinkling on her skin. “Was that enough of a reward for you?” Dean chuckled at her drowsy state, she was fading quickly, ready to give into the exhaustion, falling asleep next to the two men she’d call hers, finally.

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intynidad · 3 years

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Hihi! I just found your blog so is it alright if I request for Leona, and Malleus (not poly) for an MC in which their phone (from their world) is filled with idol pictures and they think that idol used to be their s/o? Its okay for you to decline this one if its too much of a hassle ^w^

IN THIS SHOP WE SIMP FOR PRETTY BOYS

BRING MY CAULDRON WE NEED TO MAKE SOME RISSU GIGGLES FOR ANON!

OPPA!

the start

-did you finish it?- you said bouncing your leg

-almost ready y/n-san!- say the ortho while holding a little screwdriver

you may be wondering what is happening...well you were cleaning a couple of stuff in your dorm when Grimm knocked over a big box, that box has all the things that you had on yourself when you came to twisted wonderland

from the pocket of your jacket your phone bounce through the floor landing at your feet, the screen was broken since you arrived at twisted wonderland and even if you tried to turn it on it never worked and only did a weird buzzing sound

you mentioned one day while walking around campus with ortho and the little boy eyes light up saying that he could see and try to fix it and that’s how you ended up in ignyhide, your heart going crazy at the thought of having your phone back

-I DID IT!- the little shourd said with excitement

you took your phone and give ortho the biggest hug

after touching it for some time you discovered that the messages, calls, and most social media didn’t work (probably for the fact that you were yeeted into another dimension) but your music apps and your camera roll was perfect, you were so excited that you wanted to show it to all your friends and you knew exactly with who start

Leona Kingscholar

-Oi, what do you want herbivore-

you woke up the savanaclaw dorm leader from one of his countless naps just for geek over a phone ??

Leona was kinda annoyed and sincerely he wasn’t paying attention until he saw your lock screen.

Was that a boy?

he snatched the little device from your hands and looked at the person on your screen

....who the hell was that guy?

-oh? HE IS JIMIN HE IS MY OPPA!- you said with dreamy eyes Leona started to bowser through your camera gallery and that boy was at least half of it.

shit, he never really did a move because he thought that you already like him, do you like this kind of guys better?

his dark skin and messy hair was nothing like this dude from your world

has he been too subtle while courting you?

-what did he did-Leona say

-eh, what do you mean?- you said with confused eyes

-what did this person do to gain you-he didn't show it but he was kinda angry

-oh! well he dances so well and I love his voice plus I think he is super cute- your eyes light up again

fantastic, not he only loses the throne but now he loses his little herbivore to some random boy, so what if he can dance or if his voice is good. Leona could give you a crown and a life full of luxuries with only moving a finger

-the first time I saw him live I was screaming so hard that my throat hurt for a week-

wait, what???? live???? the hell???

-and when he and the rest of the group performed “blood, sweat, and tears” my soul left my body-

-the rest of the group????- does his herbivore has their own harem????

-oh yea! well, he is part of this cool band called BTS they are 7 members and-

a band…. this boy was part of a fucking band….

now he just feels stupid, he thought that he was your boyfriend goddamit herbivore you give him a good scare

-and then we have Jungkook he is a vocalist aND AHH- you suddenly were surrounded by strong arms and tackled to the floor.

-le-Leona! what are you-

-shhh herbivore I'm tired of hearing you talk about another man, and for making me waste my time you will be my personal pillow now-

Leona was actually happy that you were only talking about a boy-band and not a lover, he put his nose on your neck and inhaled your scent...he is gonna make you pay for the scare you give him

maybe a couple naps with him or maybe giving him your heart is a good payback

Malleus Draconia

the heir of the valley of thrones was waiting on the rooftop of ramshackle dorm for one of the most amazing creatures he had the luck to meet

-Tsunotaro!-

and there there are

-well hello child of man-

there was the little magicless human with their cheerful smile waving at him without a care in the world

even tho they discovered his true identity they still called him by the almost childish nickname and oh how he loves it

-look what I got, malleus!- the tall fae teleported behind them and saw the little device they had in hand

-Oya, a cellphone?-

-is my phone from my world-they looked at him in the eyes without a single bit of fear-i have so many things to show you!-

they passed the time looking at some of the songs you used to listen to, pictures of food of your world even a photo of you when you were just a toddler

malleus couldn’t help to imagine that his kids would look like a tiny version of both of you

it made his heart flutter

until he saw a certain photo…

-child of man...who is this person?-

the same face was in at least half of your gallery...who is this man?

-oh?-you looked at the picture malleus was showing you- That's Jimin! he is my Oppa and I'm a full stan of him!!!-

stan?????? Oppa???? what????

this was one of those “slags” that Lilia told him?

you said you were his “stan”... so...oh dear, you just say that you are his.

he feels like a fool, did he misunderstood your kindness?

of course, you have a lover, somebody as amazing as you should have a million of them in your world but why did you choose this “Oppa”???, in particular

-ehh,tsunotaro are you ok?- you waved your hand past his face

malleus stood up and shook your hand-a I'm sorry for the inconvenience child of man, please tell this boy my congratulations for successfully courting you, I wish both of you the best- he said with a melancholic face

-what???-you looked at him with a confused face-lover?-

-yes, sorry for not congratulate you before as I was unaware that you were the partner of this man-

-he is not my lover, he is part of BTS-

-BTS? is that the name of his kingdom, or maybe is the name of your homeland?-

-NONONONONON is none, BTS is the name of their band-

-a band?-

-yes, look I have some fancams in my phone of their dances!- you say while excitedly playing the video-

ah, so he really misunderstood the situation, so this boy is like sir schoenheit!

he felt relieved so he didn't lose the battle for your heart but he now understood that he should start to make “moves” on you

after all, He does not want that his little fantasy of having a heir that looked like his adored beasty would stay as just a fantasy

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squeiky · 4 years

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!!!List of papyrus things!!!

(Update 3! mini update.)

For anyone who needs more info on the guy! Since you usually dont see alot of info about him!

A list of stuff thats just papyrus's tid bits i've collected overtime!

(Disclaimer: some things can be taken off of memory, though I did search most of the stuff up, so you dont have to worry too much. But if your feeling unsure, search it up! And correct me while your at it.)

his room doesn't play/have music.

(If you have reunited playing at enter his room, it'll disappear forever. Untill you go back and let it play again. Even without reunited, a song that plays no matter what room your in, doesn't play any music.)

Never takes off his battle body.

(According to sans, he only takes it off if he has no other choice too. Otherwise he'll just put clothes ontop of it, or just repaints it if needed. He does how ever, change his pants but never takes off the top.)

the minute "royal gaurd " is out of the picture, he's got nothing.

(It was the one thing he worked up for. When the royal gaurd disbands He says he "working hard on doing absolutely nothing". Then again this can be interpreted as papyrus does say he is working on something, despite not being a royal gaurd yet.)

He lies. (And can manipulate)

(Though he is really bad at lying, he seems to manipulate just fine, though its usually not out of malice. He gets undyne to befreind you by mentioning "challenge", which is a weakness of hers, since she never can turn down a challenge. And has lied about floweys name to her to. Has lied to sans or atleast mislead him about the things he knows about. Pretended he didn't know what a lab was during a call in hotland, but if you call him when sans isn't there, papyrus mentions the lab as if it was common knowledge instead of saying "Labrador-y?" As if he had no idea.)

Changes up his attacks

( if you get captured a few times, you see variation in his attacks. If you do it right, you can get him too skip half of his entire attack.)

Calls his own puzzles "Awful"

(This happens after battling papyrus, he says "WHO KNEW THAT ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE PALS... WAS TO GIVE PEOPLE AWFUL PUZZLES AND THEN FIGHT THEM??" This could be interpreted in many ways.)

Spikes, fire, traps, fencless bridges: are all safe for children, according to papyrus.

("EACH AREA HAS TO HAVE A PRECARIOUS BRIDGE" -bridge likely to collapse, dangerous. "ITS MANDATED BY THE GOVERNMENT. OF COURSE KING FLUFFYBOY WANTS TO UNMANDATE IT SAFER." "WHY?! WONT HE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!)

Has "talked" with asgore before.

(Sadly, asgore and papyrus has crossed paths. Asgore advises him not to but dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. Papyrus wants to put dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. This results in them bickering over saftey laws, with papyrus usually winning.)

Tried to start a flowey fan club

(On multiple occasions calls flowey "his best freind" and shows genuine love for the little guy. He even gave flowey a little red scarf to match his, during the 5th anniversary winter alarm clock.)

Has photo-graphic memory for phone calls.

-call in the room where undyne chased you. He seems nervous, or atleast stressed out during this call. I'll leave any and all interpretation to you.)

(Ps: papyrus has bad memory, but good photographic memory?)

His disliking for grease

(Says this during a call with undyne in grillby's place. Undyne says she loves grease, and he quickly dismisses his opinion in favor of hers. Of course, papyrus HAS visited grillbys before, as the dogamy and doggeressa mention him with sans. )

Calls alphys "great"

(During the first tile puzzle, he praises alphys by calling her "THE GREAT DR. ALPHYS" )

Knows about undynes crush on alphus

(He teases undyne a few times on this, leading to the "hot voice" and "audible wink" papyrus lines. He's not oblivious to the things around him, unless he chooses to be.)

Put limes in his eyes!

(Conversation in hotland! The guy thought limes where cucumbers and stuck them in his eyes. When. He thought it wasn't working he put more limes. It burned like hell but he says it was all to have "mettaton's bishoning eyes")

Knows about mtt's eyes

(Nobody seems to know that mettaton has eyes?! Undyne confirms this fact. Papyrus is the only one who outright mentions it.)

He got mettaton to do the tile puzzle thing

(FOR SOME UNEXPLAINED REASON- mettaton was the tile puzzle robot alphys built. The puzzle robot papyrus had during his own tile puzzle. Infact, during mettaton's tile puzzle in hotland, he says that you'd is this a few hundred rooms ago. If you call papyrus, he starts rambling on all the instructions again. Hehe.)

he likes dinosaur oatmeal

(According to the undertale tumblr, flowey response to "whats papyrus's favorite food?" Is DINOSAUR OATMEAL!! YAY!)

really enjoys mtt's show and mtt in general.

(and mtt even helped him with a tile puzzle)

enjoys cars

Owns a car bed

(Want to drive one)

really freaking artistic!

(Paints a whole bridge, makes a snowpapyrus, made his own costume/battle body, built a okay replica of a sentry station)

The red book on the table in the skelebro's house is infact his!

(For specifics, the quantum mechanics book with infinite books inside of it. It isn't specified who reads it, but both brothers should be capable as jokes and puns are not out of papyrus wardrobe.)

has his own shed and tools.

(Also known as "the punishment shed, doghouse, cpature zone, guest room, a garage" or undyne's pun which was "the coolshed". Ah, to be enriched by shed puns... Wonderful.)

tried to learn the "horoscope"

(Got "stumped" according to sans)

thinks junior jumble is harder than crossword

wants a 6 pairs of hot pants and 6 pairs of legs to wear those pants

has a dream of owning a shop where he just sells flames

(Call near in waterfall, near the turtle man shop.)

He's very influential

(If he's the only one killed in a neutral run, even without undyne, a revolution will still occur. Look into it yourself if need be.)

Called himself a genius

(During the instance, where he talks to you after turning the light on in sans's room.)

Can't really tell when someones mad

(He couldn't tell when undyne was mad at him during a call. He asks us too.)

Doesn't watch anime.

(He thinks its like cartoons for babies. Jokes around with undyne for awhile before taking it all back once he knew she watched anime.-during one of the calls.)

Brutal kind of guy

(He says this himself, i don't exactly know WHY he thinks this of himself, but he does.)

Bookworm

Owns a bookshelf

(He has a book Its where his vast dictionary comes from.

Knows about the time and space manipulation tactics sans uses.

(HE KNOWS- HE MENTIONS IT WHEN HE TURNS ON THE LIGHT IN SANS'S ROOM!!)

believes you can be a better person, if you just try.

(And he's right. Even if you kill him he still believes this, beacuse well.. Its true. Undyne wont forgive you and try to kill you, sans won't fight you, bht he's still right either way)

Knows about river person

(He asks about how river person is doing. No body seems to know about river person, and its unsure if undyne knows about their prescence.)

The days in his date scene (Monday, Tuesday, weekday, Thursday,e.c.t ) changes depending on your computer. Even though the date in undertale is always Monday.

(River person has a scheduled thing that matches up to your computer date as well, but this is about papyrus, not river person.)

Weird abilities

(Flying and super speedy twirling, flying backwards. He doesn't even hide it.)

He's pretty freaking tough!

(According to undyne, the person who defeated asgore.)

His "absolutely normal attack" is a giant cluster of bones.

(In theory, his attack could be the size of the entire area, including the giant bone at the end.)

Papyrus can lower the giant bone at the end of his "absolutely normal attack"

Has Collection of bones (or was planning to make one.)

(The room behind the sink was made for.. His attacks/bones. Before toby(dog)came in and made a shrine instead.)

Is annoying dog's favorite target.

Has a cannon, spears, fire thingy, and a dog at his disposal.

(Displayed during the bridge scene)

One persistent dude.

Likes to say "NYEHEHE!"

Has alot of MTT items.

Owns makeup!

(Mtt brand of course!)

Never dated anyone before.

(He says it himself.)

owns a dating manual

Not much of a sleeper.

(To the point where he just calls sleeping "naps" which aren't that long. He outright says he's always working, so he doesn't sleep.)

Dislikes hotland

dislikes hotland x2

Dislikes hotlands puzzles

Dislikes hotlands ethics.

Doesnt know much about hotland

(Says he knows it like the back of his hand!)

Says he never taken off his gloves, so he has no idea how his hands look like.

(He wears gloves or mittens on top of his gloves. And refuses to take it off, like his "battle body")

Calls hotland's steam puzzles garbage.

Dislikes hotlands conveyors

Thinks L1 and R2 stand for left and right

( Of course, it takes him awhile. He starts making puns, and tries to compare the words to pasta, and THEN comes to the conclusion that its left and right. Its Trail and error.-)

Knows about death.

(Said he wanted to meet death one time during a waterfall call.)

He pauses when speaking as a lost soul.

("I MUST CAPTURE A HUMAN! THEN EVERYONE WILL. ...." This is unusual as he is the only one that pauses. This can be interpreted, but it is rather interesting nonetheless)

Alright this is a bit more interpretive. Things may not be 100% facts down here.

Disclaimer: i will be putting "Interpretive" in red coloring for things that have may my interpretation or opinions in! Please do be mindful in your search, and take it with a grain of salt. It doesn't make it comepelty wrong, it has facts! Just muddled with oppinions.

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self-worth problems.

( can be called interpretive: He always feels very unimportant, as if he doesn't actually matter. During a call in waterfall, with the puddle hallway, papyrus talks about not letting it "get to you" or something along the lines of that. Since undyne speaks from her experience with the puddles, then i'd assume papyrus would too.)

(I think its just a sign of self doubt or insecurity. Someone once said its dysphoria, which is a cool headcannon for paps or something. What ever it is, he has some demons that he doesn't want to let out.)

Forgetable.

( according to the genocide description)

( Interpretive: Other than that, he's not even noticable. Though, there are a few people that appreciate him, most dont really acknowledge him. Unless you kill him of course!)

Sad/depressed?

( interpreitive as well:Before the human showed up, sans explains how his brother was feeling quite down lately. We see a.. Happier side of papyrus through out our journey.. He vents out to us, the player/human, about things he dislikes, or troubles he faces. Hes like a froggit. Life is hard for a froggit.)

Smiles through things.

("This is where I tried to capture you! What a bad memory." -quote he says as he smiles through it all. He does have a sad emote, but so far i have only seen it during a call in hotland, where the CORE was shown. As your adventure is coming close.. To an end.)

Uses his playful "OUCH!" emote when you straight up kill him. Instead of his hurting/in pain emote when flowey catches him off guard before absorbing everyonesones souls.

(The reason is unkown, but that emote is normally associated with more of "light taps." Examples are, toriel's fireballs at asgore and flowey. Unless... Cutting off his head was considered a "light tap" then, but flowey wrapping him in painful vines is considered more painful than getting his head chopped off and still having enough consciousness to joke about it.)

He knows his cooking sucks and that nobody likes it.

(He's not naive. He knows. He even says it. "Nobody has like my cooking before!" - QUOTE. This isn't some hidden fact. He's trying his best, "mabye next year, he might even make something edible." -sans quote.)

That was all the stuff i gathered for now.

Feel free to tell me anything i haven't added! :)

yeah, hes a pretty cool dude, ain't he?

(Edit: i've added some new things to the bunch, and fixed/deleted ome opinions or unrelated junk. Please, continue helping me add!)

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