#literally just voicing questions and things im concerned about

[literaila]

Do you think megumi would babysit for gojo and readers baby? I feel like he would be such a good big brother 🥺

“you can leave now.”

gojo is running around the room, throwing random cloths and baby bibs at megumi.

it’s a little bit amusing, the boy concedes, to see gojo failing around in a suit.

in fact, when megumi got home he had to refrain from snorting (you gave him a look, effectively shushing him).

“oh, and you’ll need the tiny kitten she likes, i think i put it—“

“gojo. i know how to take care of a baby. im not you.”

gojo huffs. “this is different. we’re leaving for the night, and if anything goes wrong—“

“mom!” megumi calls, but softly, because his baby sister is cooing at him and maybe he’s a bit distracted. “gojo won’t leave!”

you round the corner, shaking your head at the man in question. “are you trying to get out of this again?”

“i’m just reminding megumi how to prepare the bottle, and swaddle her after he—“

“he was standing right there when i taught you those things.”

gojo crosses his arms. “is it so wrong to be concerned about my baby?”

you just roll your eyes. you walk over to where megumi is sitting in the rocking chair, smiling at the two of them. “she’s probably tired now,” you say, watching her tiny eyelashes flutter as she looks up at megumi. “you should put her in the crib before you get trapped there.”

“no. i like it.”

you laugh, messing with his hair. “okay, but if she gets fussy when you try to put her down—“

“not you, too.”

“sorry, sorry. do you need anything before we leave?”

“no.”

“i left some money on the counter. you can get something for dinner.”

“i’m not doing that.”

you roll your eyes again. “don’t worry, i took it from satoru’s wallet.”

“oh, okay.”

“she’s the only one who likes me,” satoru whines, “and she’s barely five months old.”

“she’s had less time to get to know you,” megumi mumbles, adjusting the baby’s blanket.

“c’mon, satoru. we’re going to be late.”

“maybe i should call nanami…” he mutters, looking at megumi with a scrutinizing gaze.

“you know i literally gave you your baby books, right?”

“you’re not a father. you don’t understand.”

megumi scoffs.

“leave them be. they have some weird sibling bond you’ll never understand.”

satoru turns to where you’re walking out the door, groaning. “you’re never going to understand it either, you know—“

and then you’re both gone, the sounds of your voices echoing through the house as you argue about something.

megumi listens until he hears the front door shut close.

he exhales, looking down at the bundle of warmth in his arms.

“finally,” he tells her, with a secret smile.

it’s especially reserved for his sisters, of course.

#gojo x reader #a typical family

[demontonic]

Hayden Christensen - The first time

H.C x actor reader

In which you try to avoid him during training but it’s useless when Ewan puts you up against each other in a friendly match.

Word Count: 2099 words (que spiderman theme song. IM NOT JOKING THIS IS THE ACTUALLY COUNT)

You were new to the industry, you had only been in two movies thus far. The first one wasn’t big, it was just an indie film that horror movie nerds happened to like. From there you got picked for an audition for a bigger movie that would be put in a few theaters. However here, now, you’d never really expected such a huge change, you weren’t going to be playing a huge part. It was a flashback for the upcoming series Ahsoka, you were going to be a Jedi for a short time. They were doing another scene for order 66 in which Anakin goes against someone whom he’d become acquainted with during training. A battle was to be choreographed which meant you were going to be up against the actor who had single handedly started your acting career.

You were a huge Star Wars fan and without a doubt one of the kids who had lightsabers and a few Clone Wars coloring books. As you got older you looked into Anakin’s actor Hayden Christensen and grew to love the movies he’d done. Of course you thought he was hot, who wouldn’t love the nerd in Shattered Glass, or the punk in Life as a House? Sure he’s older now but that didn’t stop you from absolutely freezing up the second you walked into the training area. He’s significantly taller than you, that much you already knew but now it made you feel even more anxious. Interviews of him (which you of course obsessed over in your younger years) depicted him to be very nice, but you can’t always judge someone based on their interviews.

“Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself as you placed your hand to your cheek.

“Are you okay?” The trainer had questioned, a slight concern showing on her face. Hayden had also looked to you, the thin lightsaber prop swinging effortlessly to his side as he awaited your answer.

“Uh- Sorry I just got a… um- a headache is all.” You lied while your hands gripped onto the prop like it was the only thing grounding you.

“I have tylenol in my bag, or some water if you want?” Hayden’s hands gesture over to the black backpack that was leaned against the wall next to yours. Your throat ran dry as you opened your mouth to speak, before choking on your words and coughing… quite literally choking on your words.

“Yeah, the water should be fine.” Hayden walked over to his bag before pulling out two bottles and handing one to you. He stood there however as you took a small sip and placed it back down.

“Nervous?” He snickered lowly while he waited for you to collect yourself.

“Pfft… can you tell?” You questioned softly, looking up at his sparkling blue eyes. My god you’d dreamed about meeting him for practically half your life, but all you did was fumble. The casting crew never really gave you a lot of information, just that it was for upcoming Star Wars content and that they’d needed to fill a small jedi role. Nothing could’ve mentally prepared you to meet your living, breathing, wet dream.

“It’s just training right now, so there’s really no need to stress, we can all help you learn everything you’ll need to know.” His voice was so calm and endearing, maybe it was the daddy issues talking or the fact he is a dad, but it was so comforting.

Even three months into your training you’d distanced from Hayden as to not make a complete fool of yourself. He’s almost 40 at this point with a child you’d assume he was tired of the wild fans. Even so during training you’d often slip up while your eyes were trained on his swift movements. Sometimes you guys would get together and have little matches to see who could win. It was a random pick or whoever decided to challenge someone, and it was no different today. Everyone had finished training but the energy had been so vibrant that here you were on the cushioned floor in a circle. At this point it was no secret your character and Anakin were to have a final battle, but you had never gone against each other in these matches.

“Okay before we start, would anyone like to call someone out?” Rosario Dawson, Hayden’s childhood friend who’d been training for a separate project, questioned the small group.

“This isn’t a call out but I’d actually like to see Hayden vs Y/N without their choreography.” Ewan suggested while sitting on the blue mat cross legged, a childlike smile on his face. On one hand you were a shell of a human around Hayden, but with Ewan it was like he was your favorite uncle. Had you at some point in time found him incomprehensibly attractive? Yeah, but he’s the kind of nice that makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

“Oh come on, is that even fair?” You whined, alluding to the obvious experience points he had on you.

“Are you calling me old?” Hayden jokes lightly as he steps forward into the circle, the group collectively letting out a low ‘oooooooh’.

“I mean your character is the chosen one, I don’t know if my three months of training can compare.” In all honesty you had tried your hand occasionally at a lightsaber when you were younger, so you had a little bit more experience than you let on. The amount of times you’d watched the behind the scenes,their practicing and training helped you recognize his moves.

“I’ll go easy on you, how about that?” His arms were outstretched to his sides in a shrug. A smirk was playing on his lips as he stared at you expectantly.

“Easy? Okay Christensen I’ll fight you.” Competitive couldn’t even begin to describe the drive that suddenly pumped through your veins. The way his eyes zeroed in on you, and the familiar smirk you had only dreamed of seeing in person made your adrenaline kick in. All the information you’d ever retained while watching those extras, would finally be useful for more than proving a point in a dumb argument online.

“Let’s not forget who’s had more training.” Hayden said with a scoff as you both got into your beginning stances. Yours mimicking the form Obi-Wan took while fighting Grievous, Ewan didn’t miss it, how could he? He simply stood with his left foot pointing towards you, his right braced for a sprint, and his saber behind him ready for a strike. You were reading him like a billboard, he never strayed from the forms he was taught, but you were a fan with too much time so you had a few of your own moves.

“May the force be with you Master Skywalker.” You said before he charged, you dodged the first strike but he had already begun to recover from the miss. A huff came from his chest as he swung the flimsy pole back down, meeting yours with a loud clash. The group let out sounds of shock and excitement as he pushed you down to one knee, he was stronger than you. It was no secret as height wise he’s an entire foot taller than you, so you quickly rolled from your position in front of him. He stumbled forward slightly, then twisted around to meet your blows. One to the head, down to the legs, up to the arm, then back down to his torso since it would be an awkward position for him to hold. You were both fast, you’d spent so much time learning basic defense in case one of you made a mistake it was too easy. Stamina was probably the only way you’d win this, or so you thought.

“You’ve learned well, young one,” he tripped you up, while you were focused on his words he’d hit you with the same move Anakin used on count Dooku. “although you’re too focused on me,” your ‘saber’ swung upward to slash his torso, but with a small step back, he dropped the pole to his open palm.

“And not my hands.”

“Fuck.”

The cool, thin, dented metal was up against the side of your neck as your arms were still tilted up in your last strike. Heavy breaths left the both of you as your small ‘audience’ went silent. The sound of your pole hitting the mat, signaled your defeat and in true style you dropped to the floor. The room erupted with groans and yells of victory from those who bet on Hayden. A few seconds of lying on the floor Hayden walked over, standing above you holding out his hand.

“Come on loser.” His smile was so genuine it made your face blush softly as you rolled onto your back.

“I can’t, I’m dead, rigor mortis.” You mumble, letting your tongue hang out the side of your mouth. You felt two arms scoot under your back and knees, quickly feeling your body lifted into the air. A scream came out of your throat as your hand quickly gripped onto Hayden’s loose shirt. The group laughed as he basically tossed you up and down, pretending like he was going to drop you.

“I don’t know why you’re screaming! Dead people don’t scream!”

“Oh- OH MY- PLEASE! GOD PLEASE! OBI WAN PLEASE!” He’d even managed to flip you on your stomach, your fingertips almost meeting the ground before he flung you back up again. Sure it wasn’t a crazt high distance from his arms, but add that with his height it was terrifying enough.

“So uncivilized!” Ewan mocked in a bad Obi-Wan voice, Hayden finally held you against his chest as he laughed with the rest of the group. Ewan came over with Rosario, both of them cooing softly at your semi panicked state.

“Put the poor girl down already!”

“She’s as red as a tomato Hayden!”

He let you down to your feet, still holding onto you as you stumbled lightly. Your chest heaved as you rested your hands on your knees, completely oblivious to how you practically pushed against Hayden’s crotch. His hand came down to rest on your lower back, rubbing softly while you regained your breath.

“I’m-… I’ll kill you for that one day Christensen.” You said through heavy breaths before standing straight again. Hayden’s hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, sporting a smug smile as the group began to discuss the next match. Hayden pulled you off the far walls where your bags lay, you both sitting in front of each other while he pulled out water bottles. For a while you sat in silence, just leaning against the wall watching Rosario and Ewan go at it.

“Were you ever going to tell me about your tattoo?” Hayden questioned, his voice staying low in contrast with the yelling from the group. At first you almost didn’t know what he was talking about, but then your cheeks turned to a dark red. On your wrist was the japor snippet Anakin gave Padme when they first met, and under it read ‘Skywalker’ in Huttese. Usually it was covered by a scrunchie or bracelet, but it must’ve slipped your mind today.

“I wasn’t planning on it, it feels too embarrassing to show you.” You held your arm out to him, since he’d already seen it there was no use in hiding it now. His hand pulled your wrist closer as he traced it with his fingers.

“I always wanted to get a replica of the japor snippet but I never did. I think this is really cool Y/N, you don’t need to be so nervous around me all the time.” He said quietly as he set your arm down on your thigh. Hayden was nice, but you were feral, you still couldn’t grasp the fact you avoided him like a schoolgirl avoided her crush.

“I-… I am not! The job is just so… overwhelming you know?” Lies, you shook as bad as a chihuahua when you were alone with him, practicing lines, fighting, and in general.

“It’s been three months and you still get distracted by just staring at me mid-fight.” A chuckle resonated in his chest as you looked at your blushing face.

“Okay… I just didn’t want to look like some nerdy, obsessed fangirl, I didn’t know how well that would go over.” Holding the cool bottle against your face you let your hair shield your face from the older man.

“I think it’s cute.”

And for the first time, you felt like maybe the star would align, maybe you would have a chance with the man you’d worshipped during your teen years.

I need to be his controversially young girlfriend HIS BIRTHDAY IS THE DAY AFTER MINE idk i think its a sign or whatever🤞🏼 hope you liked this! feel free to make any requests! i might make a part two but idk yet

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Remember Me? (Part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I promise feyfey is going to leave rhysie. i promise. she just needs a lil bit of time to think things through.

also, im thinking of making the next chapter feyre's pov, and that is why this part was short 😅

Anyways, dont kill me please, and enjoy!

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Y/n watched as Feyre trembled, her hands wrapped around the small paper cup, the melting ice cream now all but a milkshake.

She seemed to be deep in thought, and her trembling increased. Y/n hoped it was a tremble of rage and not despair.

It was just Feyre and Y/n at the table, Eris having taken the two little boys with him to another table so they could have, as they called it, boys time.

Just the thought threatened to make Y/n smile.

But she suppressed it, as it really was not a good time to laugh. Because her friend next to her was quite literally having a mental breakdown.

But still, she decided to peek at where the three males were sitting near the back of the shop while waiting for Feyre to collect her thoughts, and it became harder to suppress that smile.

There, she found the two little boys gesturing wildly with their hands, their faces covered with the ice cream, and Eris laughed, a quiet joy in his face. He reached out to wipe a little bit of ice cream from Nyx's face, nodding to something the younger boy said.

Then, as if feeling her gaze on him, he looked up.

The world ceased to exist around Y/n as she met his eyes. The sounds or people around her didn't matter, for some reason.

Eris was as still as the wall behind him, and he barely seemed to breathe.

But then Y/n felt a touch on her hand, and she jolted, looking away from Eris as the outside world came back into focus.

Her cheeks burned as she met the watery eyes of Feyre.

"Are you listening?" Feyre sniffed.

Y/n's eyes widened. "Oh. I am so sorry. I zoned out. Can you repeat what you said?"

She sniffed again. "I- I don't know if I can leave him..."

Y/n stiffened. "Why not?"

Feyre's eyes floated towards the back, where Nyx was sat with Fin and Eris. "He... he needs his father."

"He needs no one other than you Feyre. You are his mother."

She nodded slightly, her eyes not once straying from her son. "I know... but he knows who his father is, unlike Fin. He will question me about why we are leaving his papa. I don't think I'll be able to leave Rhys. He is the one that pays me, and despite having my own money... I'm not sure I can use my money outside of night court. Where will I go?"

Y/n's heart clenched at the sheer pain etched across the high lady of night court. "Feyre... you can come with us." Y/n offered. "Fin and I will obviously live all alone. You can live with us."

Feyre shook her head ruefully. "I can't leave him Y/n, especially not on such a short notice."

Y/n heaved a frustrated breath. "Feyre. Think about Nyx. If Rhysand was ready to throw you and Nyx away for an unclear future with a son he barely knew, them I'm really concerned for Nyx. You never know when Rhys decided he's done with you and kicks you out. His mental state is not the best at the moment."

A tear slipped out of Feyre's eyes, and she dropped her head into her hands. "I don't know what to do." She said, her voice muffled.

Y/n felt like she had somehow caused Feyre this pain, and she felt the need to take away that pain. And so she relented, stopped pestering Feyre to leave Rhys.

"Look Feyre, you are Nyx's mother. You know what's best for him. If you need time, then take some time. Think about this if you want. But leave him Feyre. He does not deserve you or Nyx. Also, if you're worried about funds..."

Y/n could not offer to take up the high lady's expenses, because it was hard enough earning and spending for her own son. She didn't have the resources to help another person. But she also could not leave her friend and, essentially, her son's brother, here.

"If you are worried about the funds, then I am sure we can figure something out. We can take up jobs, or maybe we can sell your paintings."

Feyre met Y/n's eyes, tears shining in them.

"I need time." She stated simply. She sniffed once, pulling out a piece of cloth from her bag and wiping her face on it as she stood. Y/n watched Feyre helplessly, knowing she didn't have much time because the sun was beginning to set and Eris had to get out of night court soon.

Y/n stood as well, her hand snapping out to catch Feyre's.

"I can't force you to come with us but... I beg you Feyre. Think about this. And when you are ready, write to me. I will ask Eris to make arrangements for your safe travel to autumn court."

Feyre just nodded, blinking away a fresh wave of tears as she brought Y/n into a quick hug, then walked away, calling out to Nyx. The little boy turned to his mom with a small pout on his face, but then whatever he saw on her face had him bidding Fin and Eris goodbye.

He waddled over to his mother, waving to Y/n as he reached up to clutch Feyre's hand in his tinier one.

Y/n watched the two of them go, despair brewing in her stomach.

"It's time."

She glanced at Eris, who smiled sadly at her.

Y/n nodded, turnng back to catch a glimpse of her fried and her son.

But they were gone.

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Part 9

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Oh what about a cheating smut fic where tony is married to pepper and he starts to have a sexual affair towards his daughter morgan's hot babysitter, reader

Babygirl

Friday, 4pm

I check the time on my dainty Cartier watch, walkin in circles around my squad as I zero in on every move, every flip, and every damn high kick. They're phenomal as ever, still I need to make sure we're on point for the next game. Squatting low, I assess how one of my girls back up and shows that flexibility by bending backwards with palms outstretched to the ground. She ends the number with a smooth sensual backflip into the splits, ofcourse poppin each ass cheek individually. I cheer and ofcourse give my girl, along with the crew, a standin ovation.

"Excellent muthafukin job per usual, owwwww!" I mimick my bitch Cardi and I clap for my amazing team.

My cell rings from the bleachers a few feet away. Im tired, plus that might be Mr. Stark and I know better than to ignore; it's definitely time to call it a day.

"Listen up my beautiful people, we done for the day. But, side note, please don't forget to team up with your cheer buddy as many times as needed before the game to make sure each of you got the routine down pact. If you have any questions, hit my line. Aight y'all."

A few hugs goodbye and smacks to my rear, I'm able to grab my phone and check my missed calls. Fuck.. The butterflies in my tummy are instantaneous as I read 'Tony Stark' across my screen. No matter how many times he calls it never fails to make me wanna squeal and do a few back flips of my own.

I hit the send button and redial him as I chew on my bottom lip nervously. It only does half a ring before his sexy voice speaks through the phone.

"Hey, there's my other favorite girl. Where are you? You busy?"

It's just like Tony to be all in my business, even though he was my employer, not father. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about me after being Morgan's babysitter for over 3 years now.

"Why no, Daddy, I'm not busy." I tease him with a giggle. "I'm at uni right now. Just finished practice. Why, wassup?"

The silence lastin just a second too long before he clears his throat and answers.

"You uh.. Just finished cheer practice?" He repeats slowly.

"Yeah, literally just a second ago. Gonna change and head home. Why, you need me?" I ask concerned.

"I do honey, need you to come watch Morgan for the weekend. Peppers outta town for business and I'll be here but not here. You available for me pretty girl?"

The way he speaks to makes my heart wanna dive out my damn chest, especially when his wife's not around. His already pampering nature amplifies he and doesn't seem to able to resist calling me those sweet lil nicknames that make me weak in the knees.

"Yes Mr. Stark. Always, anything for you." I breathe back, thighs clenching at the way the tone of his voice is starting to get me aroused.

"Perfect. And call me Tony, you know better honey." He gently scolds. "Anyway, I'm sending a car to come get you immediately."

I hear him snap his fingers over the phone and assume that's his way of sending me a ride.

"But I'll need to go home and grab a some things to stay for a few days." I remind him.

"No. I want you here as soon as possible. I already have someone on their way to you." His response leaves no room for argument, so I don't even bother.

"Ok then, catch you inna minute. And tell Morgan I can wait to see her."

"You got it babygirl. See you soon."

I hang up, grabbing my Nike backpack and head to the pick up area in front of the school. Fuck, another weekend with Tony Stark. Let's see how long it takes before I drench my panties when I get in his presence this time.

45 mins later

I arrive to Tony's mansion relieved to finally get to see my 2 favorite people in the world. They're waiting for me at the front door with big smiles, Tony holding Morgan on his back. She lightly kicks outwards to get free from her father. He happily sets her down and she runs up to me excitedly wearing the cutest ladybug bathing suit. Wrapping her tiny arms around my waist, she hugs me affectionately. I bend and hug her back just as tight and tell her how happy I am to see her.

"Daddy says your staying all weekend, is that true?" She inquires, nose scrunched making her the spitting image of her father.

"Yes, I am. Us girls are gonna have a blast. I was thinking tomorrow I could paint your nails and then maybe you could paint mine? I'd love your help picking out a cute color, what do ya think?"

"Let's just go get a manicure." She rebuttals smartly, taking my hand and dragging me to the front door. I barely have a second to grab my backpack!

"Or there's that." I laugh and wave goodbye to Tony's driver as Morgan pulls me past her father to the pool.

"Guess Daddy will catch you guys later." Tony chuckles, watching us amused.

"Guess so Daddy." I don't get a chance to catch the way his nostrils flare a bit or how he licks his lips at my statement as he watches his daughter steer me away.

Her and I have a blast in the pool for a couple hours, Morgan even more so as I sit on the edge with just my feet in. She shows me how well she's gotten a swimming since the last time we saw each other. It's beyond obvious her practice is paying off; my best lil buds gonna be ready for competitions in no time.

After, Tony brings us hot cheesy pizza for dinner as she grabs his laptop and shows me how to do the newest tik tok dance challenges that she and her friends like the most. We lay by the pool eat and laugh together as all the goofy and cool new trends come up. It just surprises me that a young girl can navigate the platform so efficiently. The smartie pants even makes me an account so I can keep up with what she's up to.

"Alright, little girl. Its 7:30, time to go to sleep. We'll do a bath in the morning. Go brush your teeth and get into your pjs. Daddy and I'll be by to say goodnight when your done."

The good girl that Morgan is, she kisses my cheek and skips off into the house. I quickly clean up our mess and head off to search for Tony.

When I find him it's 7:45 and he's laid out on the couch in one of his dens, arm thrown tiredly over his face. I think he's asleep from his even breaths, the calm rise and fall of his athletic bare chest. Fuck he makes my mouth water the way he lays with his legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of soft cotton light grey sweats low on his hips. His toned tummy and the thin line of his happy trail entice me to come closer for a better look and I'm right behind him in an instant. Goddam the bulge of his cock looks girthy as fuck.

I reach out and lightly massage at his shoulders, bending for just a moment to whisper at his ear.

"Its time for Daddy to go say goodnight."

Tony removes his arm and gazes up at me tiredly. The short low groan helps activate the already swirling storm in my gut. There's no way my panties aren't wet.

"Ok, honey. Let's go." Sitting up a few inches before pausing as Jarvis begins to speak.

"Actually Mr. Stark, Morgan has been asleep for 3 minutes 26 seconds. I predict she will not be awake for another 10 and a half hours sir."

"Thanks." Daddy relaxes into my touch again before speaking again.

"Hey Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Take a walk."

"Yes sir."

There's a quiet beep signaling the AI's exit as I continue to massage Tony's strong shoulders.

"Come here, beautiful. Come sit on Daddy's lap, let's talk." He requests gently.

I know we've been crossing some kinda boundary the way we speak to one another, but if I do as he asks this'll be a clear violation in his marriage. I don't wanna cause harm to Tony in any way, in fact I ache to make him happy however I can. That desire in itself is probably what has me toeing of my shoes and plopping my round ass cheeks right on his dick before I have another thought.

He's half hard and I'm baffled how I didn't notice because he's already so thick. The first press of my pussy against it has me biting my lip and pushin again and again to mimic the pressure on my clit. My breath puffs out as I hold back a moan at the feeling. Christ, I'm throbbing in need and I've sittin in his lap for a total of 5 seconds.

"Did my 2 favorite girls have fun?" Tony asks seemingly unaffected..

Except when i squint it seems his breath accelerates just a bit through his slightly open mouth, warm strong chest rising and falling just a fraction faster. His palms slide underneath my skirt to the top of my thighs, tenderly rubbing in a circular motion as I lightly hump at his cock.

"So much fun, Daddy. I'm kinda tired though, long day. Obviously not long as yours. You look exhausted. You ok?"

He only tilts his head and offers a small shrug.

"I kinda feel better now that I get to see my little cheer captain in her sexy uniform." Tony leers up at me with a smirk before winkin, making me bust out in laughter.

"So how's classes sweetheart? You doin okay?"

"I am, first semester was a bit difficult but I got the ropes now. I'm a fuckin superstar." I brag with a smile.

"That's great honey, glad to hear it." He replies warmly, rotating his hips in circles against me.

"Still don't ever forget that I gotta blank check with your name on it. Matter fact, you're not leavin here this weekend without it. Got it?" He asks sternly, lookin directly into my soul.

"Yes Daddy." I answer without a second thought.

"Good girl." He praises, moaning low in his throat at my swift movements.

"Well.." I lean forward till our lips are almost touching and look deep into his pretty eyes. "What can I do to make Daddy feel better?"

Tony breaks first. He roughly presses his lips to mine, sucking and kissing as he holds me in place with one hand on the back of head. The other hand grips my thigh firmly as he dominates our kiss passionately. His fine ass licks into my mouth while groaning, sucking on the tip of my tongue as I moan loud and frantically crush our pelvis' together. He gives me one nip to my lips before speaking against them.

"Make Daddy cum, sweetheart."

"How?" I ask nervously, pulling back to look into his hazy eyes.

"Any way you want gorgeous."

My hips come to a halt as I think for a moment before sliding off his lap to my knees and greedily soakin in the growl he emits when he notices the wet spot I left on his crotch.

Pulling my medium sized perky tits through the designed slit at the bottom of my cheer top, showing him stiff pierced nipples. A small slim chain hangs between my breasts, connecting the 2 piercings. I shake my titties at him, smiling at his hypnotized glazed stare at my supple chest.

"Fuck my tits." I demand, slightly dipping my head forward to let a generous glob of spit splat between them.

There's no need to ask twice as Tony hastily snatches his dick from his sweats and slides it between my round brown orbs. He relaxes back into the deep navy blue sectional while I press my breasts together to surround his thick shaft and begin with slow strokes. Biting those delicious lips, his head dips further into the couch as he watches me through slits. Daddy looks so fucking good as he fights the pleasure enveloping his dick.

"Hoooooh, fu- AH! Jesus y/n, feels so good. Thank you, pretty girl. Ohfuck! Just what I needed. Mmmm.. Yeah, yeah just like thaaat.."

His arms hang limp at his sides as he lets me unravel him. Poor baby, his eyes don't know where to look, darting from my dark nipples to his big fat dick stabbing up through the swell of my breasts. I take a mental picture of the way he loses his mind in my body, hips coming up erratically to meet my downward thrusts.

"You like slipping your fat cock between my titties, Daddy?" I ask innocently, squeezing his dick a bit more firmly.

"Ah, ah, yes babygirl! N-never felt this gooood!" He sputters back to me.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself. Though the other option was to lay on my back, spread open my legs and wet little pussy to you. Let you be the judge of which hole of mine you wanted.. first.."

I speed up my slippery tits, fucking his twitching cock from base to tip at a quick steady pace. The spit turned out to be the perfect lubricate as he easily plunges his dick between my tits.

"Oh fuck little girl, so goddamn perfect for me- haaaashit! Ahhaaaa, fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod y/n want that so bad. N-need to fuck every inch of you honey.."

His hands ball into fists as he widens his stance, giving me ample room to work. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head as he gasps at the sensation building in his groin.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please! Letmefuckyouhoney! P-please, need to cum y/n. Aaaaaaahfuuuuuck! Haven't cum in months. Pleasepleaseplease, will do anything sweetheart!"

Now completely understanding Tony's absolute desperation, my cunt flutters as his pleas to feel my pussy double and rise in volume. I slam my tits onto his dick repeatedly, loud wet smacking intermixed with his sobs.

"How long Daddy? Exactly how long since you sprayed your thick milky cream outta this big fat ass cock?" I ask, leaning to give kitten licks to the wide flushed tip.

I moan animatedly at the taste of the salty precum dripping from his leaky dick. It's so fucking addicting that I hungrily slurp on the head of his dick. His abs ripple as his body trembles through the onslaught.

"Almost a-Haaa! FUCK! Almostayeeeear! Ohshitohshit, gonna c-cum babygirl!"

Fuck that's way too damn long, so I resolve to not make him wait a second longer to fill up a wet and willing pussy.

"Yeeees ah, ah, ahhhh- wait! What the fuck?Come back here little girl!"

I giggle as I duck away from his hands swiping to pull my back towards his equally enraged dick. I scoot back on the plush white carpet, pulling off my squort and parting my shapely cocoa thighs. He's so immediately entranced at me spreading my pussy lips with one hand as I crook my finger and invite him over with the other.

"Oh fuck me, thank you sweetheart. Love you so much babygirl, you don't even know. Your my perfect girl, wish you were my wife instead honey."

I don't know if Tony knows he's speaking as he clumsily takes his place between my legs but the admission warms my heart.. And my pussy. I kiss his neck and hold him tight as he thanks me profusely for letting him inside.

He aims his dick at my pulsing little hole, tapping my clit twice before slipping about an inch of his dick inside. I keen at the stretch, whining and pulling at him for more but apparently that's all Daddy needs. Slamming his eyes shut, he hunches over me going completely feral and unloads months and months worth of frustration into me.

"Yea-eeeees, little girl! Lemme breed my favorite girl. Haaaaa fuck! Feels like heaven, cantstophoney! Ah, ah, ah, so gooood y/n. Love you much! So so so much!"

I relish how fucking whiny he becomes as he releases heavy splats of cum against my walls. The pressure of his load makes me moan like a whore underneath him as he holds me to his carpet by my shoulders and gives us both what we need.

"That's it Daddy, fill me up. Make me take your cum. I want all of it, yeeeees! Don't waste a drop, gimme my cream pleeeeease. My wet little kitty wants to drink up a thick dose of your milk Daddy, gimme!"

The force of Tony's nut stuns him but his fluttering lid reopens as he gazes at my face. Even through his flismy focus he stares at the sloppy saliva spattered on my tits and tummy down to where his dick splits me open wide.

It's my turn to become distressed as I hump at the rock hard cock dripping the last few drops of his load into my greedy cunt. Neither of us hear the front door open in our opposite state of minds; or the footsteps clicking towards our location.

"What the fuck?!" Peppers deranged voice echoes throughout the dim den making us jumps, the cock piercin me unintentionally stabbing a few inches deeper.

I wail in fucking pure delight, nails scratching down Tony's back as he immediately seethes at her entrance. It's clear he's not happy she interrupted our private moment. Still, his dick remains stiff as fuck inside me.

Lookin up at his wife with disdain, brows still pinched from the feeling of my pussy clutching at him hungrily, he demands that she leave.

Maybe it's time for Daddy to get a divorce..

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x black!reader #black reader #daddy k!nk #smut #black fanfiction #all readers #affair #dirty talk #daddy’s babygirl #daddy's good girl #breeding k1nk

[hcnnibal]

I am so sorry but I have more questions.

Are either of them Weak for something the other does? A tone of voice? A phrase? A touch? A look? Does one take control more naturally or are they fairly balanced in power? Does one default to the other for some moral compass or decision making?

Are they touch starved? Is it just touch starved for the other and no one else? Does one of them bother the other for attention? How? Do they know each other, like when one needs something but isn't saying it, or has pushed themselves too far and are about to break? Do they just know?

Have they seen each other at their worst? At their most desperate? At their most feral?

Have either of them witnessed the other submitting to someone else to keep them safe? "I'll do what you want, just let them go"

I have so many questions!

i think a1’s heart aches a little every time he sees a2 mending clothes or like squeezing the life out of a tube of toothpaste… like he finds a2’s frugality endearing and a little nostalgic. like he sees how worn down the treads are on a2’s boots and he just wants to kiss him idk if this makes sense. and im sure plenty of other things make him keep falling in love with him all the time but he tries not to think about it

and i think literally any and everything a1 does sets a2’s soul on fire. just him existing makes his knees weak. the way his eye lashes catch the light, the way his hair halos on his pillow when he sleeps, how rough his voice if when he’s just woken up, the way he rubs his eyes when he’s stressed, etc etc

a2 likes turning his brain off and following orders, and that has served him well most of his life, so he’s happy letting a1 call the shots but if he feels like he needs to take the reins, he will. and i think a1 is just like… vaguely concerned about the asymmetrical power dynamics while a2 wants nothing more than to be in a 24/7 D/s relationship cbbcbvnv

they both have pretty fucked up morals, and they both (delusionally) believe that the other is the more moral of the two and they both keep internally justifying all the fucked up shit the other person does. like congrats, the two worst people you know are deeply in love.

a1 is touch starved and a2 is somehow both touch starved and touch repulsed. they are kind of the center of each other’s universe at all times, so they’re never really bidding for attention.

okay so they’ve known each other for a really long time and they are both in tune to the other’s needs. except sometimes (the important times) they assume things about each other and certain situations, and dont communicate, bc like ‘why would we need to talk i know you more than i know myself’, and theyre just wrongggg…. like so many things could have been avoided if they had just… been less sure of their bond

yes and yes. and yes.

and i cant answer that last one without getting spoilery.

#a1/a2 #asks #long post #i can talk about them for all eternity dont test me 😭

[cupidjyu]

Hello!! I read some of your works and really loved it🥺💗 I wanted to know if the requests were open..if yes can you pls write something on the lines of being stressed about studying and sunwoo helping the reader with revsing🤭

late night studying

sunwoo x reader + request

genre: gentle sunwoo!!!!!!! lap sitting (guys i have an obsession ...), cuddles, kisses, overall very fluffy and cozy! notes: the way i can literally relate with this whole studying stressed thing like ... anyways, that's crazy i posted so much these past few days LSKDFJ i hope you like this, anon!!!!! word count: 0.7k

you yawned, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. your eyes blinked blearily at the screen in front of you. there sitting on the surface, was your computer, brightly displaying the notes you had taken throughout the course. and next to the computer, scattered on the desk, were notebooks and books that you couldn’t even remember the title of. 

your exam was soon but it was hard to focus with how exhausted your body felt. 

you grumbled to yourself, trying to snap out of it.

but that was when you heard the rustle of blankets behind you. you turned around and there he was, sunwoo, your beloved boyfriend, sitting up on the bed. he was dressed in his usual comfy hoodie and sweats, his hair tousled as he was cutely rubbing at his eyes.

he looked sleepy. you glanced at the time; it was 12:59 am, about to hit 1. 

“ah…” you whispered, looking slightly guilty. “did i wake you?”

he didn’t answer. instead, he looked at you worriedly, “why’re you still studying?”

you sighed, shaking your head, “i have to know this stuff for the exam,” you explained. “the grade is important to me.”

he frowned, his puffy lips pulling into the most adorable pout, you almost smiled at the sight. but then you paused when he got up from the bed. 

you looked at him bewildered, “what are you- woo, go back to sleep.”

he didn’t listen, instead, he kneeled down so that he was looking up at you from where you were sitting on the desk chair. he brought a gentle hand to your face and caressed your cheek softly, his eyes concerned and big.

“no, im here to help… always,” he replied, quietly. and so he led you to stand up. you watched, confused, as he sat in the chair. but you had to admit, he looked extremely cuddly at that moment. you really wanted to hug him.

and it seems that he could read your mind because you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you froze as he brought you to sit in his lap.

“sunwoo-” you stared back at him with wide eyes.

but he interrupted you before you could get another word in. 

“so where were you?”

you were silent, trying to process the situation. but finally, you pointed at the bottom of the screen in which he peeked over your shoulder to read the words.

“okay,” he said, voice soft and soothing.

and just as he said he would, he helped you. he tested you on each of the points, reading them out slowly enough so that you could comprehend. and whenever you got them right, he would softly pat your head and place a long kiss on your cheek, making you blush. 

“aren’t you smart?”

“stop,” you brought your hand to your face to hide your flustered self. 

he only chuckled at your actions, squeezing tighter. and yes, his other arm, never left your waist, as it stayed wrapped around you and held you securely.

“correct!” another question right.

“i knew that one,” you replied proudly, smiling to yourself.

“cute,” he simply mumbled.

“what?” you looked at him.

“what?” he looked back with wide eyes, his face turning a bright red.

but after a while, suddenly, you started to feel incredibly drowsy. you couldn’t keep your eyes open and your mouth kept opening in a yawn. 

sunwoo noticed as he looked at you with soft eyes, “you studied enough, i believe.”

he kissed your cheek again, slightly shifting so that you were more comfortable in his lap.

“just a few more, okay?” he said. and then he hurriedly went through the last points, trying his best to get you to focus for just a bit more, still whispering small words of reassurance in your ear, making you shiver.

when he finally deemed that studying was enough, he picked you up. you let out a tired noise as you immediately latched onto his body as he carried you over to the bed. your eyes felt heavy and so did your body. but you immediately felt lighter when you felt him climb into the sheets with you.

it was quiet until you heard his deep voice ring through the calm night.

“proud of you.”

you could only hum in response. he left a kiss on your forehead, smiling against your skin as he pulled you close to his chest. you snuggled closer, breathing his usual body wash you loved so much.

“thank you, sunwoo,” you whispered into his hoodie. “love you.”

he giggled, hugging you tighter, “love you too.”

#sunwoo x reader #sunwoo fluff #the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #tbz imagines #tbz fluff #drabbles 💞 #requests 💞

[hopelessdelusional]

Literally got a dream after i read this prompt, went insane, and then basically wrote a whole book

so it’s safe to say im obsessed

word count: 4K

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ─ ✩ ─⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Bakugou Katsuki is a hero.

He is a Pro Hero, number 2 to be in fact (damn Deku). He has made a living fighting battles and saving lives, jumping off roofs and flying in the sky. He is a real life super hero, putting his life in danger. Every morning he wakes up has to prepare himself for the things he may see that day. The blood he might shed, and the people he may not be able to save. He has learned to be fearless, never finding himself nervous when jumping into the fight.

And yet, he’s never felt more terrified right now.

He met you three years ago, after quite literally crashing right into the very studio you record your music. He was battling a woman who had the ability to make and control giant vines, and apparently are explosive-proof. Todoroki almost hit him with a blast of his shitty ice, making him turn to his so called “partner” and cuss him out. However, that gave the villain the chance to grab him, and send him flying.

Bakugou soon found himself miles away from the fight, as he had to use his quirk in order not to fall to his death. But as many know, his quirk is sporadic.

That is how he crash landed into your studio.

It hurt like hell sure, but when he opened his eyes and saw you standing over him with nothing but concern in your eyes, he instantly forgot the many injuries he gained. You were breathtaking, and not like anyone he had ever interacted with. You immediately made the terrified people in the studio help him up and you found the nearest first aid kit and fixed him up as best as you could before an ambulance came.

He was dazed, but you were so kind and made small talk. Bakugou had always been one to hate any type of small talk, but he loved every word that left your mouth. You were newly moved to Japan, some sort of opportunity came to you that you couldn’t turn down (Bakugou was severely concussed so a lot of what you said was a blur).

Bakugou does remember Mina and Kaminari mentioning you, playing your music whenever he came to either of their houses. You had such a unique voice, a bit raspy that caught the attention of millions of people. Surprisingly, also caught the attention to Bakugou, as he would play it during the rare nights when he’d be cooking alone in his kitchen. Your story telling was incredible, your lyrics were anything but bland. Making music about the bad and good exes you’ve had, your friends and family, your past, and even wrote songs about random characters your beautiful mind came up with. You always made sure to use all sorts of instruments, and the notes that you compacted into your songs never ceased to amaze Bakugou’s standards.

Now he was here, sitting on a table asking you all sorts of questions about you. Maybe it was the concussion, or maybe it was just your personality but Bakugou began to get addicted to you, never wanting you to stop talking.

“Here.”

You turned away from him, your hand leaving his knee instantly making him already miss the warmth of you as you shuffled through your bag.

He watched you with curiosity (and took the chance to shamelessly check out your ass) before you turned around with a newfound grin on your face. You were holding a pen, and he cocked an eyebrow at you, not understanding the excitement of this pen in your perfect hand. You walked back over to him, your perfume becoming addicting to him, and you gently grabbed his hand. You were making intense eye contact with him, and Bakugou suddenly felt…nervous? You smiled at the blush that rose on the hero’s face, before you clicked the pen and began to write something on his wrist.

Bakugou watched, feeling somewhat like a child, and once you finished and allowed him to look. He was pleasantly surprised to see your number on his arm.

His head instantly shot up, almost not believing this was happening.

“If I text this and it’s a scam, I’m gonna hunt you down.”

His gruff voice didn’t match the face he was making at you, and you threw your head back and laughed.

Once you caught your breath, you smiled at him, making him blush even more (he didn’t even know that was possible!).

“As fun as that would be, I promise that is in fact my home number. I would never trick my favorite pro hero like that.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw two paramedics walking through the door, ready to help him out of there. However, he chose to ignore them and smirk at you instead.

“Favorite eh?”

You giggled, still holding his hand.

“Don’t get too cocky mister, or else I’ll write a mean song about you.”

His grin widened, using his other hand to lead your hand to his lips. He gently kissed it, hating how chapped his lips were, but the blush that quickly appeared on your cute cheeks made it worth it.

“I’d rather the song have another meaning.”

The two of you held eye contact, and he soaked up every second of it not ever wanting to forget what color you eyes were.

You smiled at him before you turned to the paramedics that began to replace your presence. They helped him up, and walked him over to the bed that was rolled in by another paramedic. Once he was comfortable (as comfortable as someone with many broken ribs and a concussion could be) he looked back up at you. Bakugou was annoyed to see one of the paramedics talking nervously to you, asking for an autograph. However, the jealously slowly turned into admiration as he watched you beam at the man as you excitedly signed the crinkled piece of paper he had in his pocket.

“My daughter just adores your music, she started learning guitar because of you actually! It’s truly incredible watching her play, just makes me so proud of her.”

Your lip was pouted, as you stood listening to his words. You looked so genuine, so happy that he was telling you this. Bakugou could tell this means the world to you, watching you enthusiastically hugged him. The two of you quickly made your goodbyes, and you immediately turned to look his way. Bakugou would have been embarrassed that he was caught looking at you if you hadn’t beamed at him like that. You jogged over to him, making him chuckle how eager you were to be back in his presence. Bakugou instantly grabbed your empty hand again, not a single ounce of shame for how “down bad” he was acting.

“Talk to you later?”

Your voice couldn’t have been any louder than a whisper, making sure he knew these were words only for him to hear. Bakugou grinned, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Of course.”

Instead of one of your flashing smiles, your whole face softened and a small smile appeared on your face.

“In the meantime then, I’ll definitely be writing a song.”

That’s when Bakugou realized there was no coming back from you. He was officially obsessed, never wanting anything more than your hand in his.

Unfortunately for him, the two of you were rudely interrupted by the dumbass that got him here in the first place (not that Bakugou is complaining). Todoroki loudly coughed, making you jump and him scowl.

“I see you’re in good-“ his heterochromia eyes looked down at Bakugou and your interlocked hands, and then looked back up at Bakugou with a smirk.

“Good hands?”

Yeah, Bakugou definitely got teased for the rest of the day, and soon the rest of the week by all the people half-and-half told. But honestly? Bakugou couldn’t give two shits when had you texting him all day.

Besides, they were just jealous.

Kaminari and Mina especially lost their shit, begging for him to tell them all about you, even asking for your number. Obviously, Bakugou kindly told them to stop asking (he told them to fuck off and mind their fucking business) and soon enough the two of you began dating.

It was so easy being with someone like you. The two of you worked so well together, and you already understood the pressure of paparazzi constantly swarming you like hawks. Crazily enough, the reveal of you guys dating didn’t release until after your one year. Of course there were plenty of news articles and random fans on the internet who speculated it, but you interacted with enough people for your fans to also say you were dating them as well. Besides, the idea of you, an international singer/songwriter dating the number two hero in the world was not something that people could believe easily. But it was the truth, and people everywhere went crazy when you posted a picture of the two of you.

It was the picture of Bakugou picking you up by the waist in his kitchen. You were wearing his shirt and some random sweats because you had just gotten home from a concert the night before. Ochako was the one able to capture this beautiful moment of the couple. You had been teasing him for being able to cook but not bake, and he had enough of your jokes and simply picked you right off your feet. In the picture the both of you were smiling widely, especially Bakugou. When you posted the picture, fans analyzed the picture like crazy.

Bakugou knew he wasn’t the most well liked Pro-Hero, but the amount of people who tried to make a video showing the picture and claiming it was “obvious” that he was abusing you was a little annoying. You always reassured the blond when you caught him watching those videos, turning off his phone and climbing in his lap. His hands happily making his way on your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair while the other hand held his face gently. His eyes would close and you would whisper sweet nothings in his ear, praising him for anything and everything, sometimes even singing the songs you wrote for him.

Bakugou still remembers when the two of you were almost a year into the relationship (ten months and 6 days to be exact) and in the mist of him casually scrolling on TikTok a video of you performing at your concert popped up. He was certainly surprised to see videos already posted, since the concert had quite literally just ended. Obviously he watched the video, adoring how you talked to your fans.

“Now children, calm down so I can talk. I am not gonna talk over your borderline screaming, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna be able to sing after this if I talk like that.”

Bakugou snickered. He always loved when you were sassy and continued to watch.

“So whilst on tour, I’ve had a song stuck in my head,” the crowd went wild, probably thinking you were going to play one of your songs called “stuck in my head.” Your face lit up in realization, and you laughed at the mistake you made.

“Oh my poor babies, I’m so sorry but I am not playing that song.”

You gave your crowd an apologetic smile as they booed you. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, upset as to why you were being booed, but continued to watch nonetheless.

“Oh my gosh get over yourself,” you rolled your eye waiting for the crowd to settle down before starting up again.

“I had like, this chorus just repeating itself over and over again. It was so annoying y’all! I felt like I was going crazy! And what made it even more annoying is that I couldn’t go to my safe place and sit down and write it cus-“

You gestured to your surroundings.

“-I’m on tour.”

The crowd went wild for longer than Bakugou liked, but you let them get it out, shaking your head like you were disappointed but the smile gave you away.

“Instead I had to settle with my oh so very empty tour bus bed, and write the song there. It was literally like, what? 3AM? And I was sitting on that bed with my guitar, notebook, and my laptop. I’m so glad I wasn’t sharing or like in a hotel because I was up until 5…”

You bent over to laugh, and the audience as well. Meanwhile, your now very grumpy boyfriend was about to close the app and text you not to do shit like that. You put on full fledge concerts for crying out loud! You should not be staying up that late just to write a goddamn song.

“And that was last night.”

The concert booed as Bakugou’s patience started to thin. What the hell were you thinking? You even texted him goodnight at like 2! Rest is very important and you need to-

“But I’m glad that I did, because I think this is my new favorite song. And I just can’t wait anymore, so is it okay if I play it for you guys?”

The crowd literally went feral. The person recording was screaming along with every goddamn person at that place. Bakugou was now fully sitting up in his bed, eager to listen to this song. He was a little hurt, he will admit. You always send him a video of the many songs that you write sporadically on this tour, and you’ve written a lot. So why didn’t you do the same thing here? What was so different about this song that he couldn’t be the first to hear it like usual?

“That sounds like a yes,” you reached for one of the many necklaces you were wearing and pulled out a very thin necklace with a familiar pendant. Bakugou immediately recognized it, as it was the one he got for you on your six month anniversary. It was one of the petals of a rose that you saved from your first date. He had it dried and put into a charm of a necklace when he noticed you getting upset that you couldn’t keep the flowers he got you. When he gave it to you, tears were falling down your face as he kissed you. That’s when he swore to himself that if he met any of your exes he wouldn’t leave without giving them a brand new scar.

You pulled it out and kissed it gently, before whispering into it.

“This is for you baby.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, the crowd losing their minds and you started playing guitar. The two of you would make the smallest hints that you were in a relationship, but never as bold as this. Not that he was complaining.

Secretly he had been wanting to let the public know that you were dating, he wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours. He was honestly sick of seeing people “ship” him with extras and he especially hated when the same happened to you.

He’s good for my heart but he’s bad for business

Tears me apart when he grants my wishes

All of my friends think I’ve gone crazy

But they don’t know me like my baby~

Bakugou remembers that moment like it was yesterday. His face instantly blossomed a bright blush, and his lips formed a soft smile. The crowd finally settled down after the beginning and he was able to listen to the song, closing his eyes pretending like he was there in the audience. He put the phone up to his ear and laid back down, soaking up every word and every note.

He’s good

It’s bad

The best I’ve ever had

And he’s so nice

It’s sad

He ruined all my plans

And he just makes me so crazy

I know everyone sees

He’ll be the death of me

That’s how he got here, standing in a special area in your sold out venue wearing your newest merch.

And Bakugou Katsuki was terrified.


This was the first time he had come to see your concert, because last time you toured it was when your relationship was a secret. Now, he sat nervously in his chair, his colleagues on either side of him. You had given all of them tickets, making sure they had the best seats in the house but also allowed them to not be disturbed by fans.

Bakugou was bouncing his leg, picking at his fingernails as he watched the crowd. It seemed that nobody knew they were there, everyone waiting in anticipation of your show. Your music was so diverse, everyone knew that it would contain all sorts of emotions and energies. You were the type of performer who liked to be as close to the audience as possible, you loved adding commentary to your songs during the pauses, making faces, and dancing around. You loved to have fun, and let loose. When you got the green light to plan the tour, you were practically bouncing off the walls of your now shared home. You spent three months planning it, which was a new record for you, before announcing. However, there was just one thing that Bakugou didn’t like about the tour.

He knew absolutely nothing about it. In fact, you made sure of it. Hiding your notebook, changing your laptop’s password, making sure your manager didn’t tell him shit about it. That’s why he was terrified. His partner, his very famous singer/songwriter of a soulmate was about to do the very first night of the tour in Japan and Bakugou didn’t know a thing.

That’s why Bakugou Katsuki was terrified.

Soon enough, the lights began to dim, and people started to stand up. A hush fell over the crowd as the venue blacked out, and the wrist bands on everyone’s wrists lit up.

“Holy shit it’s happening.” Kaminari whispered to Bakugou, grin spreading across his face.

Ochako, Kaminari, and Mina happily took the evening off to see you, while the rest of your invites weren’t able to. Kirishima made Bakugou promise at least one photo of the two of them after the show.

A soft hum came out of the speakers, and suddenly a spotlight appeared to reveal you standing at the very far back of the stage. The crowd went insane, and you walked down the stage.

When it came to your outfits, you always had to keep it comfortable. You loved to jump around dancing, sometimes fall to your knees dramatically. You especially loved to squat. Jumping around in that position and when you stood up you always made sure to flaunt the ass that you worked very hard on in the gym.

You came out strutting down the stage in very baggy and flowy black pants and a very cropped black long sleeve sweater that allowed you to show off the lace bra that went down to your belly button. But that wasn’t where it stopped, nor was it the best part of your outfit. To Bakugou’s surprise you were wearing boots with an obnoxiously thick heel, that were very obviously Dynamite themed.

Bakugou smirked at the sight, taking in the rest of the little details of your outfit. You wore a giant ring on your index finger that was also Dynamite inspired, as a fan gave it to you, and Bakugou could see his initials sewn into the bottom of your sweater.

You stopped at the end of the runway, pulling the microphone away from your face in a dramatic motion. You slowly looked around, taking in your crowd. A smile spread across your face, and when your gaze looked straight forward to look for Bakugou, he made sure to make little sparks from his hands to let you know he was right here. You pointed at him with the finger that had the Dynamite ring on it, and Bakugou honestly felt like it was just you and him in the stadium. You mouthed an ‘I love you’ at him, and Bakugou was now ignoring the new roar from the audience.

“You guys should get married already.” Mina whispered in Bakugou’s ear, and instead of blowing her face up, he just smiled, still looking in your direction.

“I plan on it.”

The first song you sang was one of your oldest ones, which also happened to be a much slower and sadder song. Instead of listening to the grim lyrics (not because they were bad, just because Bakugou hated to remember how bad some of your relationships were and didn’t want to get angry) the hero closed his eyes and listened to your voice. He wanted to take in his environment and all the notes you sang. The song started to drift off midway, which confused Bakugou. His eyes suddenly snapped open when he heard your newest song, which was much more upbeat. He watched you jump in the air and sing the song with much more passion than the original version. The crowd recovered quickly from the switch up and was singing along happily.

You sang a couple more of your newer and upbeat songs, making sure to add new notes to them and even belt a couple of notes to get the crowd excited. You were having so much fun, and Bakugou had never seen you look more alive. This is where you belonged, and he wanted to be right here every time watching.

There was a pause for you to sit down at the edge of the runway. You sat criss-cross, and much closer to the audience for Bakugou’s liking. He always got nervous when you reached out for a fan’s hand, scared that they would do something that could hurt you.

Thankfully, that hadn’t ever happened, and you sat very cutely waiting for the audience to quiet down so you could speak.

“Wow. We’re halfway through already? Well, I think we all know what that means…”

You cocked your head to the side, and a soft piano started to play a familiar rhythm.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between, get out your tissues. It is now time to remember why you are no longer dating your ex, and for you to be reminded that your trauma isn’t just a thing that makes you funny.”

The crowd screamed, but almost immediately stopped when you began to sing in a much softer and lower register than before. As depressing as these songs may be, Bakugou firmly believes that these types of songs bring out the best in your voice. It allows you to challenge your breath control, and truly sing with so much passion and emotion.

A couple of songs pass, and Bakugou finds you when the stage gets lit up again. You’re in the middle of the runway, standing with your head down waiting for the band to begin. As soon as the piano starts, the crowd screams and yells. This is one of your all-time most popular songs, it was the one that caught a lot of people’s attention and boosted your popularity. Funnily enough, you actually hated this song because you wrote it in high school, so Bakugou was surprised to see you preform it.

“Is this Sick of Losing Soulmates?” Ochako yelled, because of the screaming of your audience.

Bakugou turned to her and confirmed her suspicions, making Mina and Kaminari start screaming along with the audience (as they were doing the entire time).

Bakugou watched as you began to sing, and noticed how you really got into it. You added a lot more dramatic pauses before certain lines, and even speaking some of the lyrics, making it feel more like anger than sadness.

Yeah, I’m sick of losing soulmates

Won’t be alone again

I can finally see you’re as fucked up as me

So how do we begin?

At one point, you laid down on your back, reaching for the sky as you sang your heart out, and Bakugou noticed you choking up a bit at certain lyrics.

We will grow old as friends

I've promised that before, so what's one more in our grey-haired circle, waiting for the end?

Time and hearts will wear us thin

So which path will you take, 'cause we both know a break does exactly what it says on the tin

The song soon ends, and your last pose has you on your knees, head looking down at the floor. The stadium goes pitch dark, including the wrist bands, before they light up again along with your stage. Bakugou sees you wipe a tear off your cheek, and you sit there once more taking in your fans that take the chance to start chanting your name. You put your lips together, closing your eyes and putting your hands on your heart. Your eyebrows are furrowed and Bakugou can tell you’re still crying. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to go to you and hold you, wiping away your tears and replacing them with tender kisses.

You open your eyes, putting the mic back to your mouth and the audience quiets down in order to let you speak.

“Oh boy, I am so overwhelmed by emotions. I mean that was the song that started it all right?”

The crowd was still practically silent, as you’ve trained them well. You get off your knees and get into a more comfortable sitting position (criss-cross of course) and continue.

“I used to absolutely loath that song, because I wrote that when I was at my lowest. I was so sick and tired of love, having to try again over and over again. Every relationship that ended seem to break a piece of me off, and I was honestly starting to give up.”

You let out a broken chuckle, putting your free hand over your eyes momentarily before starting again.

“But then I met Katsuki, in which he literally crashed into my life.”

The crowd stayed silent, but Bakugou could tell they wanted to start screaming. You were not looking at him, and to his surprise Bakugou felt a tear run down his cheek.

“Three years of paradise. I’ve always had a fear of losing you, but it especially hits when I sing songs like that.”

There was a pause, and suddenly Bakugou felt like he was back in that studio where he met you. Staring at you and falling in love all over again.

“I love you baby, forever and always.”

Bakugou smiled, and all that fear that was with him before left. You were his and he was yours, and that’s all that he needed.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and you knew.

Bakugou Katsuki was no longer terrified.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ─ ✩ ─⋅ ⋅ ──╯

none of the songs quoted are not mine!!! the first one is “Bad for Business” by Sabrina Carpenter, and the second one is “Sick of Losing Soulmates” by dodie

i hope you enjoyed bc boy oh boy i did

literally took me 4 hours to write but i couldn’t pull myself away from the keyboard

i rlly need to start writing other characters for x readers but oh well

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki x reader #singer! reader x bakugou katsuki #sobbing #my hero academia #mha #whew #this one is a biggin #definitely got a little too into it #but oh well #i couldn’t get this out of my head so #love love love

[stuck1nthelimbo]

im so normal about them — 📌 post | masterlist | ko-fi

2 》Candle/Wax play - Dirty talk - A/B/O ― Honest Conversation [Fushiguro Toji x f!reader]

Having a dirty mouthed neighbor gotta be a headache, right? Right???

TAGS!!! 1.8k, no penetration, dirty talk, teasing, no beta

“Food’s ready, let’s go inside.”

I’ve invited Fushiguros over for dinner: my parents are out of town, my cousin has invited his friends over and instead of having the sensible thought and asking my friends, who’d be more than happy to stay over, my dumbass decided it would be more polite and a kind gesture to invite the family from the next door, who moved in not too long ago, the Fushiguros.

Mr Fushiguro Toji lives with his son, Megumi, who, despite his quiet demeanor, is a great kid. He occasionally visits to play video games with me. His father, on the other hand, oozes a terrifying aura. Each time this man passes me by, I feel the coldness pierce my skin, even if the heat scolds the place. His emerald eyes gloss over whenever we talk as if he is looking past me, somewhere deep into the abyss, and doesn’t give a damn about what I have to say. And while he looks mesmerized, I can’t help but admire the strong jawline, wide shoulders, long, bony fingers, and the very prominent vertical scar on the right side of his lips.

After my cousin and I are finished with the preparations, I prance to find Toji outside on our patio, in complete darkness. I can only tell his approximate location by the burning red cigarette hanging between his lips. My vision adjusts to the lack of light, and I discover him sitting on a patio swing, legs crossed, one arm stretched over the top of the backrest, another hand carefully holding the cigarette.

“Food’s ready, let’s go inside,” in the silence and the pitch-darkness of the night, I can still make out the silhouette, strong digits holding the cigarette between them and his chest rising with each drag and dropping as he puffs out the smoke. If I strain my senses, I can hear steady breathing despite the heavy smog.

“When are your parents comin’ back?” he's not in a hurry, the apathetic voice draws a scoff out of me. He has no interest in my parents' whereabouts: he’s concerned whether his actions will have repercussions. I flop beside him, the swing can handle both of us. His muscles become aware of the proximity. They tense and flex underneath a grey skin-tight shirt.

“Why do you ask?” my question perks him up and in a moment, I feel his large palm clasp around my knee. Bold move. Tiny hairs all over my body stand tall, and the contrast between his frozen hand and my hot flesh creeps a shiver down my spine. His fingers dance on the soft skin and sneak upward.

“You wanna know why?” the question is rhetorical, he's not expecting an answer.

“Yeah, why not?” I get curious. Man who has been shamelessly flirting with me for the last couple of weeks, making up excuses to be near me and openly showing interest in yours truly, I know something fascinating is about to happen. He is brash and crass. His lips and fingers firmly grasp the cigarette, then he takes a long drag, and the smoke gradually steams out of his nostrils.

“I’m counting how many times I can nail their daughter,” my eyes lose focus when his fingers nip on the plump meat of my thigh.

“What gives you an idea I’ll sleep with you, willingly?”

“Won’t sleep with me?” he sneers and puffs the rest of the smoke in my face, “you put your ass in my face and now won’t sleep with me?” I wave the threads of smoke out of my sight with a pout.

“I’ve never done such a thing. Don’t be rude,” just his shit-eating grin gets me hot and bothered, but I’m not going to entertain his perversions further. However, his grip gets tighter on my thigh, literally nailing me to the spot. Even if we can barely make out each other’s shapes in the night, dimly lit by the moonlight, his large palm entraps me, squeezing my face and puckering my lips.

“You’ve never accidentally rubbed your ass on my dick, you’ve never accidentally forgotten to wear a bra, you’ve never accidentally kept your blinds open and undressed at your window,” his hot breath spills over my face, “you’d be in a bliss if I fucked you right here and now.”

“You wouldn’t touch me…” fueling his anger makes me tremble with excitement.

“You’re gonna start begging me,” he grits his teeth.

“Oh, I would never beg you…”

There and then, the invasion halts. He eases back, pressing his back on the backrest of the swing, lighting another cigarette, a large palm shielding the burning red end from nature’s elements. Early grip leaves burning marks and it tingles up to my groin. Toji's sudden attitude change brings me confusion and a little bit of discomfort. I can’t predict his actions if he’s calm or non-responsive. He puffs out a great deal of smoke out of his nostrils, and his glossed-over eyes dart away from me, somewhere in the distance, in the darkness of the night.

“So that’s how it is… Little girl thinks she’s so good,” he firmly smacks his lips, “so good, suddenly she doesn’t want the big old me.”

“Why would I –”

“How many times have you looked at me from your window?” he jams himself in the middle of my sentence. Index finger pointing at the garden of his house, whilst holding the cigarette perfectly still between the aforementioned finger and middle one, “While I’m out in the garden, how many times have you stared at me and thought what would you do to me?” he pauses, rolls eyes at his mistake and corrects himself, “no, what would you let me do to you?”

I hold my breath. My throat burns and feels parched, but not from the smoke I inhaled seconds ago.

“What do you think I’d let you do?”

“Oh, sweetheart, anything,” his eyebrows knot whilst his eyelids droop, “You’d let me do anything to you,” he sounds each syllable out, the smirk on his face looks sinister and depraved, “you’d suck me off under the table, if I asked you, nicely,” he mocks me, “I wonder if you drool each time you stare at my crotch and think how big it is?” his head cocks to the side.

I can’t help but keep quiet, Fushiguro’s hoarse husky voice sounds too good to be stopped in the middle.

“I can answer your question and quench your thirst, metaphorical and literal,” he jeers at me, “and tell you I’m big enough,” he leans forward, bringing himself closer to me and whispers, “big enough to hurt your tight cunt,” he leans back again, throwing head behind and whistling another round of smoke through his lips, “oh, I can imagine, you bouncing your ass on top of me, trying to adjust to the size, whining… Now that gets me hard.”

I swear it feels like I’m in a trance. He can’t be more right, but who in their right mind will admit they want to be fucked by an older male, who's referred to as “sir” or “Mr” by even my mother.

“You stare at my pants an awful lot, tryin’ to learn the shape by heart? How many times you’ve fingered yourself, wishing it was me?” “Never…” I spit out something. All the time, I meant.

“Oh, never?” he springs his head up, readjusting himself in his seat, “Well, me, on the other hand, I’ve thought of fuckin’ your pretty face on multiple occasions, darlin’” again with the mockery, “Especially in the morning, it would be fantastic: you, under the sheets, trying to fit all of my cock in your mouth, then you make a mess, and as a punishment, I’d have to mercilessly fuck you into the mattress, until you’re a blabbering mess.”

How many times have I thought of the same situations? Multiple times, multiple moments, multiple nights. My heart pounds in my chest, in an attempt to smash the ribcage wide open and toss itself out.

I snap out of my delusions the moment I feel a strong hand grasp my wrist and yank me toward itself. My hand presses against something firm.

“Can you feel how hard I am?” I can feel the stiffness underneath my fingertips and tell the size. My hunches are right. Also, he is truthful in his words. He’s well-endowed, “imagine what would happen if these little punks weren’t home. I’d fuck you stupid in your living room,” thoughtful pause, “or any room for that matter.”

Two can play at this game. If he’s going to drive me over the edge, I have tricks up my sleeve as well. They're not as effective, but still decent.

“Oh, I prefer being fucked against the wall,” his body jerks faintly, undivided attention to what I have to say, “your hands are big enough to wrap around my neck, and you’re big enough to carry me around,” in the meantime, my eyes adjust to the poor light, his starved expressions become clearer, “or I can try being a brat, then you’ll get mad at me and put me in my place, won’t you?”

“You’re playing with fire,” Toji hisses through his teeth.

“Ah, I have even better: it’d be best if you did me in front of a mirror, sir,” and I feel his cock twitch under my fingers. His body‘s honest with me, “You’d make me watch, wouldn’t you? Make me watch every time you’re thrusting inside, right?” Toji’s teeth gnash audibly, “Make me watch how big you are?”

In the meantime, his free hand figures its way behind me, griping my ass cheek so tight, if my body was any less dense, it’d spill between his fingers. It’s painstakingly hard for him to hold the cigarette in the other hand as well, instead of tossing it aside and teaching me a lesson. I continue.

“Your hands would look so good on my neck,” his long digits crunch the cigarette butt, “or anywhere. I have soft skin,” Toji’s hand slithered under my shirt, confirming simple facts, “To-ji,” I sing his name softly and feel another tremor under my hand. His pants are strained, but he’ll find no relief this time.

He leans closer to claim an undeserved kiss and I pull my head back. The pungent smell of the cigarette makes me scrunch my nose. His upper lip twitches, baring the white canine tooth.

"Oh, big teeth, do they leave dark bruises on tits?" his breath hitches. Before he demonstrates the sharpness of his fangs on my chest, I slip out of his flimsy grip, readjusting my crinkled clothes, “we have a dinner to attend to, sir~”

I love being the only spectator who recognizes the clouded, murky glares this man throws my way during the dinner, his fingers gripping the silver dinnerware almost to the point of bending them. I catch a glimpse of thick veins scarring the surface of the skin on his biceps as well.

After a lovely dinner, right before leaving for good, he hangs at the entrance door and lowers his head to whisper.

“If you’re not in my living room by 12 o'clock tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure the rest of the neighborhood hears you sob.”

I hold my fist up in front of him, poking the pinky finger out with as much innocence as I can muster.

“Promise, Mr. Fushiguro?”

© stuck1nthelimbo; do not redistribute, repost, modify, or use in any way, form, and/or shape. re-translation by asking for permission first.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #jjk toji #toji x f!reader #smut fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut fanfic #jjk fanfic #toji x reader smut #smut #limbo’s domain

[legacyshenanigans]

okay but like, Ominis seeing the marks on Mcs neck!!! IM HOOKED

Well he won't see them exactly, bless his heart😅 but I was definitely thinking about doing an angsty little piece with my recent posts regarding the marks 👀💔 So here it is

Brotherly Hate 🐍

Ominis isn't fuckin happy, Angsty, probably going to be a stand alone piece to whatever stories I've got going on, because I kinda maybe wanna carry it on in a different approach, I really don't know, but for anyone who wanted to see Omi kick some ass, here you go.

Ominis and MC were sat together chatting one morning in Hogsmeade, he gave her a smile and reached out touching her neck, MC hissed as he touched where Marvolo had bit her the night before when they hooked up, Ominis narrowed his eye's.

Ominis: Have you hurt your neck?

MC: No, I'm fine..

He didn't believe her, something about the way she said that sounded insincere to him, he reached out taking hold of her neckerchief, quickly moving it out of the way and felt her neck, MC panicked but froze in place "Shit" she thought to herself. Ominis gently felt the teeth marks on her, his face went from concern to slight anger..He pulled his hand away slowly, shifting in his seat.

Ominis: Who did that? ..

MC: Ominis..

He couldn't help jealousy from rearing his ugly head. He furrowed his brows, gripping her arm.

Ominis: Who else have you been fooling around with? Don't take me for a fucking fool MC, someone had their mouth on you, and it wasn't me. So who?

MC was frozen, she didn't know what to  say.

Ominis: Sebastian?

MC: ..No

Ominis: Garreth?

MC: *tears forming in her eye's* No..

Ominis: *darkened voice* Then who? ..Tell..Me..

MC: I..I can't.

Ominis narrowed his eyes at her again, he was literally shaking with anger.

Ominis: When did it happen?

MC: Last night.

Ominis: ..When me, you and Sebastian stayed at my parents home?

MC: Y-Yes.

Ominis: ...And you're saying it wasn't Sebastian?

MC didn't say anything, she just stared at his cold face, she saw the moment the glass shattered for Ominis..

Ominis: *whispers lowly and deep* ..Marvolo?

MC: ....

Ominis: *tightening his grip on her arm* Tell me...Was it Marvolo.

MC: Ominis..Please-

Ominis: Did you let my brother fuck you?

MC: I...*sighs as a tear rolls down her cheek* Yes..

Ominis stood, suddenly strangly calm, but that was a worrying thing. He said nothing more to MC as he left the café they sat in, disapparating before MC could run out and reach him, she knew exactly where he'd gone..

Ominis appeared in the front yard of his family home, his fists clenched as he slowly approached the doors and stepped inside, he listened out for noise, hearing something from the kitchen, and made his way in there, he knew it would be Marvolo. He stepped in and simply stood there for a moment, Marvolo looked over his shoulder at him before going back to brewing some kind of potion.

Marvolo: Pfft. What's wrong with you? Walking in here with a face like thunder..

Ominis: Did you fuck her?

Marvolo instantly stopped what he was doing, turning to face Ominis, as he leaned back on the kitchen counter, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes at his younger brother with a smirk on his face.

Marvolo: Did I fuck who?

Ominis: ....MC.

Marvolo: P-ha...No.

Ominis: *steps closer to him, a look of utter hatred on his face as he grit his teeth* MC says otherwise..

Marvolo: *smirks wider* Why ask questions you already know the answers to? That's incredibly annoying Ominis..

Ominis: *now right in front of Marvolo* I want to hear YOU say it..Did you fuck her?

Marvolo had a twisted grin on his face as he simply whispered the word "Yes". Ominis instantly saw red, letting out a scream and lashing out at Marvolo, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him down into the floor, then diving on top of him, his mind focused on nothing else other than hurting his brother, he lashed and he punch, hitting Marvolo straight in the face breaking his nose, Marvolo growled, pushing Ominis backwards then kicking him in the stomach, for the moment that Ominis was winded, as he too growled and hissed through his anger and pain, Marvolo stood running for his wand in the kitchen, Ominis was a step ahead of him though, and knew that's what he was doing, Marvolo lifted his wand towards Ominis a furious look on his face.

Ominis: *still kneeling down on the floor holding his stomach, but aims towards Marvolo* Expelliarmus!!!

Marvolos wand flew out of his hand, as Ominis finally stood, aiming his at Marvolo, his nose crinkled and his brows furrowed heavily,baring his teeth.

Marvolo: *panting as he licks the blood from his nose which dripped down to his top lip* What's the matter little brother?

Ominis: Shut up..

Marvolo: *breathless chuckle*  Sharing is caring.

Ominis: *yells* SHUT UP!

Marvolo: *wicked smile* I fucked her...And I fucked her good.

Ominis's mind broke in that very moment, his hand was shaking as he aimed.

Ominis: *shouts aggressively* CRUCIO!!!!!!

The red bolt flew across the room, hitting Marvolo in the chest, his body flying back before he dropped to the floor in agony, seizuring and letting out pained grunts. Ominis stood there, panting heavily, listening to his brother.

Ominis: You fucking bastard! I HATE you!!!

Ominis composed himself slightly, realising what he'd done, but he was still to angry to care, he hadn't used crucio in years, it still didn't feel good to use, even against his prick of a brother, but desperate times call for desperate measures..He approached Marvolo once the spell had worn slightly, Marvolo lay there, breathing erratically, looking at Ominis, still with a look of anger on his face though he was in a great deal of pain, Ominis leaned over him, speaking in a harsh manner.

Ominis: If you EVER..Touch her again...I will kill you Marvolo..I will..Really..I mean it..

With that Ominis stormed out of his family home, taking in a long inhale before shakily exhaling into the cold air outside.

He really did mean it...He would kill him

~

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy drabbles #headcanon #drabbles #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #the gaunt family

[linaharutaka]

gen question but isnt dedegoon or dedesuka or whatevr a proship? ive seen some ppl calling it a proship cuz its abusive but your bio says proship dni so idk if its ok to ship or what (sorry im new to this)

hiya! thank you for your ask! it isnt and heres why

first of all i am /Not/ proship. i am not anti-anti or whatever either. what drives me to ship them is the fact theyre friends who like to be in each other's company. i like their sweet moments together. they bond over scamming an innocent population and bullying children. they're partners in crime. theyre besties who talk shit about others as a hobby.

i also don't think theyre already dating. i look at their relationship and im like. you guys have some kind of weird crush on each other and you're also selfish assholes. they're in the world's worst situationship.

"but dedede whacks escargoon a lot!" not only does escargoon get physical towards him too (the dynamic starts shifting in the dentist episode) but his "punishments" are often for a reason. escargoon is often very mean to dedede. in almost every episode he calls him hopeless or stupid or ugly or anything like that. and that gets him a whack. if i were dedede i'd do that too! it'd piss me off! having my lackey who i pay and who i consider my best friend insult me so overtly over and over LOL. but does escargoon ever try and stop him his evil doing? hell no! the guy helps him and gives him advice and ideas! he is NOT a good guy either. he loves being mean! he literally says it!

of course escargoon cares a loy about him. pretty sure everyone is aware. i don't even need to compile all the times he runs after him or worries about his well being. one time he "left" after he realised he'd have to do all the waddle dee's chores and didn't want to do his job. guess who's shown tearing up when seeing what poor state dedede is in after being left all on his own. he's always protecting him and defending him (sometimes backhandedly) from other people. he holds dedede dear. it's obvious he does. he's an old man, he's not being manipulated into liking dedede. he genuinely cares about the guy.

there are episodes where they bicker a lot but end up getting along, episodes where they're the best of friends and episodes focused on their resentment against one another. the show kind of yoyos with their relationship. it's not really anything to take seriously. if you get offended from their interactions you'd get a heart attack from watching looney tunes. the back and forth of their dynamic is part of the fun!

I *highly* recommend watching the original version of the show as the dub often replaces sweet lines they share with jokes that don't really hit the mark. it's a shame. (however i will give the dub some credit on occasion)

Actually, i have a [post] that compiles a lot of sweet screenshots of them together. it doesnt include the times where they hold on to each other in the cannons or in the whispy woods episode or when esxargoon said "isnt this strange? can't you feel we're striving apart?" and dedede says "what! that's ridiculous!" in a lighthearted voice. or when escargoon makes a joke about a late night drive being romantic and dedede just? laughs in agreement? there's a scene where they call each other stupid in the most friendly way ever. i actually have a handy twitter of fun scenes where escargoon gets away with some things (doesn't include when escargoon yells at him in the fireworks episode or orders him in episode 69), like saying *he's* actually the one in power because dedede isn't competent enough to reign. or dedede understanding escargoon's concerns of him becoming dumber than he is already.

they're just villains who are attached to each other and are a team no matter what.

escargoon protects dedede a lot, and he cares about him more than what his job entails, but people tend to forget he's got a special place in dedede's heart too.

dedede keeps an album of pictures they took together. he never threatens to fire him and, as far as i know, never even cuts his salary and is the only one in the castle to even have a bonus. he shares the food he keeps from the waddle dees with him in episode 93. he clarifies he doesnt want knuckle joe's monsters to attack either of them. he's fine spending large amounts of money on him. twice? he never calls him ugly somehow. he even thanks him for having put up with him for so long and serving him well when the world is about to end. and then he clings unto him because he's scared of dying alone. his way of showing affection is not the "im crying because i think you're in danger" type of way that escargoon shows a lot but it's there.

Of course i don't think they're perfect gay rep. that's literally so stupid. you think im gonna look at two dumbasses who are bitter towards one another from what, a parodic, satirical children's anime from the early 2000s, and go "hmm yes this is what every queer couple should aspire to be this is peak lgbt rep"

If we're gonna talk about them how about we talk about some issues this show has that no one ever addresses. the colorism of the uv episode that is not put into question, not even by tiff, the moral compass. the rising sun imagery that is very much intentional as dedede is a caricature. the fatphobia? the fact kirby calls kawasaki and nagoya homos??? straight up???

people often blame episode 88, and yeah, it's not my favorite episode either. everyone's weird in that episode, not just dedede! yabui is far from empathetic, even the ebrums are disrespectful, and escargoon taunts dedede into chasing him for laughs and teases him about his old age. even at the end he teases him. i think it's one of those episodes that you just have to blame on the writers kinda like 89 (for example this one has got the right message but the execution is painful to watch. poor tiff.)

now, if 88 had changed their relationship it'd be a different matter. there are some sweet moments they share outside of their general "partners in crime" dynamic past episode 88 in my post actually! my favorite is the one where dedede has his arm around escargoon who's curled up like a cat while they're sleeping and the waddle dees are tucking them in from episode 91. it makes me so happy.

i could probably talk so, so much more about them. they're a huge comfort to me. however i don't trust just anyone with them. i am very much aware some people like them for the wrong reasons. but if you have a brain you can see where i'm coming from.

the show makes fun of them because they're evil, self-centered cowards. not because they're "gay" or anything like that. i saw someone call them queerbait one time and i had to log off for a minute.

anyway, to answer your question, people who do not recognize their genuine attachment to one another are bound to have a twisted view of them. i don't like dedegoon because they're "toxic" or awful to each other. but because they're each other's best friends. that's all. it's fine if you don't ship them, too. i just hope i can prove to people that they do matter to each other and that they're friends :)

#ask #yes i made sure to include other images than the ones already in my comp im doing a great job in dedegoon #there are so many things i didnt include there #everytime i think of them i remember something new #i also want to point out that i rewatch the show regularly. im on my... uh.. 7th proper rewatch? with my boyfriend #so. if anyone accuses me of fandomifying this show they chose the wrong person #also they say aishiteru 3 times atp idk what to tell you

[qvrcll]

Never Boring — Abby Anderson.

synopsis -> Abby has never taken you this deep but you’ve always turned dumber and dumber despite the decision of whether she does or not.

warnings -> EXPLICIT smut, f ! reader, rough sex

a/n -> this is so incredibly short but i had to write for my gf <3 my babygirl <3 (this was literally a piece written for dead pool but changed course 🫣)

wc: 1.1K (so short, ew, im sorry)

Sex with Abby was never boring.

Never boring, unless you chose for it to be — chose for the stinking slaps of fervent skin dashing against hip to not mean as much as you claimed it did everytime the contact hit, choosing to not break each other with the promise of reinventing the same high-up to pleasure across the blurred line of self-division and lunacy — there was something incredibly wrong with you in the acclaimed name of the action being to sedative to you and somewhere, dangling off the edge of a parapet, was the mantra you prized deeply, a melody of A-Ah, Hnnn-Ah—Abby—don’t-fuck-don’t stop!

“Don’t worry, wasn’t — ah — wasn’t planning to”, she’d grunt low in your ear and you would almost nearly crumble into a frantic mouthful of cold flesh and all panic in the leer that you couldn’t hear her despite the proximity — yet, in her cybernetic grasp like iron on iron, you almost felt yourself curdle to a stage of inflammation that humans had not learnt to navigate as a habitual instinct. But in her hands, under her weight? You were putty. Fucking delirious. Ready to latch onto the third string of human mutation as she drilled another hole into you (you could never say this out loud, it would swell her with unneeded ego)

You wrap your legs around her hips despite the sharp drives of every maneuver, hips locking in and locking out of your own in a cruel attempt to rim you with a taste of a self-concerned grip on reality, the thought of oh fuck, is this sex going to be the reason of my death? But the disappointment never came, it never looked through the books of her catastrophic plunges deep in your puffy cunt, and the only thing that came out, of you (you assumed) was the scream of her name and the presidented truth that no one could drive you quite this insane: she was a formidable drug and all you could do was choke, spit, gurgle across the taste of her, “Abby-Ang—Fuck, fuck, fucccckkk — You’re so good, you’re so good!”.

She smirks — or looks to be smirking — in the centre of your blurry vision, all bleary marked and bleached with streaks of distortion the harder you stared and the harder you tried, the more you cried: there is a gasp, a silent moment of insanity before she takes you deeper than she ever as, ever would claim to have (you would assume it was one of her jokes), because she parallels you against the bedsheets, or the notion of them anyway, because they were half hanging on the floor and half not doing their job at all — but she doesn’t care, much, when she haphazardly angles your lower half higher and higher up the bed, so she could dig you out and be an acclaimed archeologist with the profundity of those waited out, quickly prolonged bruises of her silicone dick wrenching you open from outside and then inwards. Cruelly. Messily, like she was a starved man in search for a single glass of water and you were an oasis, “Shit, you’re the best”, her voice ripples against the meat of your chest when she nearly knocks you unconscious from plunging onto it in weariness, that even her debilitation was causing you to realise just how far gone you are when consulted about her, and her assortment of plastic dicks? A whole different question.

It drills into you, slitting back and forth like a sword teased back into its sheath, and the goading notion of you being anything as so dipartire to her made you shut down onto the girth abusing your cunt — “Babe, you’re squeezing around it, like crazy”, her voice is sounding warbled, tired in a sort of fucked out way that drove you inaudible, and she leans in close to your face to check for any noises to be drilled out of you, but you fear if she begins to try, you would traverse grounds that would only invite more of the same. You would like your lower half as intact as possible, please and thank you.

“Abby—fuck, fuck—Oh god—Abby”, you’re not doing better, and though she’s just as atrocious as you are, she’s stronger. More resistant. She could hide her eyes well beneath her lids, whereas yours were rolled back, coddling the familiar side of a extreme malaise cultivating in your abdomen, a crick threatening to fracture into kaleidoscopic fragments of both you and her, traces of white, evidence of fatigue soon catching up and you tighten around the plastic, rack against her harder and she does the same (to achieve elation through the silicones bruising friction against her, you assumed in hindsight), though you suppose there is no way to tell when you’re turning dumb near towards your end, your salvation.

“Fuck—look at me”, she orders and it’s hard to decipher the tone when her brutish pace goes from bad to worse and you know she’s close when she’s threading her breaths in low ‘O’s and shallow gasps in order to still stay inside you: the strenght to plummel into you several drills than one was, thankfully, invited as extraordinary — and for the fruit of her endeavours and her equally skilled plastic dick, you blink fervently towards her, to satisfy her, to please her, to make her aware of the roads you’d cross to just get to suck her off in a downtown toilet, and she whines at the fact that you merely do.

“Yeah, yeah—just like that, don’t look anywhere else—“, her voice is losing footing and to be honest, you’re too muddle headed to pick any fault in it: finding fault in the crisp knowledge that Abby Anderson goes all messy, delirious and hot in the final ten seconds of sex was hard to find when you do the very same, much quicker and much more destructive.

Ten seconds.

“You’re so good—so fucking good”, she begs, and it almost sounds like self-assurance from her mouth but you know she means every word: the knot intertwists painfully and you’re so close to a nebulic cataclysm.

Seven seconds.

“So, so, so good. So good, this”, she directs her gaze to where her end meets yours, “It’s so good for me, isn’t it?”.

Three.

“Please”,

Two.

“Fuck—“

One.

“Oh my god!”

You scream. Scream till you’re hellbent against her chest like blackwork hugging her skin. Scream till you’re on the equivalent frequency of pleasure as the avocations of Dionysus himself. Till you’re sure you will end up outdoing her, in the form of discoloured and incoherent bawling as you maul her back, serene maroon lines, when you rupture beyond relief.

Yup, never boring.

#female reader #fanfic #bam writes #fan fiction #writing #abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #tlou 2 x reader #tlou 2 #tlou 2 abby #the last of us two #the last of us 2 #the last of us two fanfic

[queenburd]

I played Zending last night and got to hear lines I’ve literally never, never heard before. It actually hurt.

Anyway here’s Zending fic. Im like. Neutral about it. It feels all over the place. Whatever.

—

He’s trembling.

Stanley sits at his desk, staring at the blinking green marker on his computer screen. He barely sees it.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

He stands abruptly. He steps out of his office.

“Where were all of his coworkers? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room—perhaps he had simply missed a memo.”

The voice is steady as ever. It does not waver. It does not whimper. It does not snarl.

Stanley will not be sick. Stanley will not crumple like wet cardboard.

He walks down the hall.

Takes the door on the left.

Goes to the boss’s office.

Turns off the mind control facility.

Steps outside.

Walks down the hall.

Takes the door on the left.

Goes to the boss’s office.

Turns off the mind control facility.

Steps outside.

Walks down the hall.

Takes the—

Both the doors close.

“Stanley, much as I appreciate you playing my game to its proper completion, I can’t help feeling like you’re not absorbing this the way you ought to.”

But—but Stanley is trying to, to play this properly. He’s trying to do what the fellow tells him to.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

“Your heart’s not in it, I can tell you that much. No, the story isn’t leaving the impression on you that it’s supposed to. You’re not getting anything out of it, which renders it moot.”

Stanley’s hands are balled up into fists. He grits his teeth tight to the danger of hurting himself. None of this should matter. None of it ever matters, he knows that. It always ends with him in his office, staring down a hall, a voice waiting for him.

“Well if it’s so meaningless, then why are you so adamant to play it?” The voice is offended, it’s clear by how it enunciates its words.

Stanley tries to breathe properly, a boiling anger making itself known.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

“And that! What is that, that you keep almost remembering? What in Heaven’s name has you so worked up?”

So it hadn’t bothered him, then? His voice breaking as he begged, pleaded—

Stanley grabs his temples. Squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to think about this. This is his enemy. It was a ploy, nothing more. He’s fallen for it, sure, but that doesn’t mean he needs to remember the vivid details of his shame.

“I don’t understand. What ploy, Stanley?”

Why was he pretending he didn’t know?! Does he enjoy mocking Stanley for being so gullible and weak? That Stanley would fall for such a cheap trick, some waterworks? Yes, fine! He may not like the fellow, but he’s not cruel and heartless! He—

“Stanley!” The voice interrupts, sounding honestly alarmed. “I’m not mocking you, I legitimately don’t understand. I—you’re starting to concern me, really!”

Stanley clutches his head and tries to control his breathing. The voice carries on, clearly anxious.

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into you. I know we went through the red door, saw the stars—did that ending really upset you so much? Because I—well,” it continues, sounding a bit put out, a bit disappointed. “I thought it was lovely. You didn’t like it?”

What part of throwing himself to his death repeatedly was Stanley supposed to like?

A long silence. Then:

“… what are you talking about? What does that mean?”

Wh—

He doesn’t remember?

“Stanley, what don’t I remember? What am I supposed to be remembering?”

He doesn’t remember.

A weight falls off Stanley’s shoulders.

“Stanley? Stanley, tell me what I’m supposed to remember!”

He inhales shakily to let out a sigh of relief. Okay. This changes things. He hasn’t ruined everything beyond repair.

“Stanley, don’t avoid the question!”

No, he doesn’t want to. He wants to play the game. He wants to move on.

“I cannot believe this! You’re behaving like a child! Just tell me what you’re hiding!”

No.

The narrator seethes. Stanley’s face is beautifully blank.

It’s for the best, honestly, that the narrator cannot remember. It’s a miserable thing, to remember. So Stanley doesn’t want to think about it, and that’s much easier to do when the other party can’t hold it over him.

“Fine. Fine. But you listen to me,” the voice hisses venomously. “I will find out what you’re keeping from me, if I have to rip it from your very skull. You try to keep your little secrets, Stanley. You’ll see. You can’t hide anything from me.”

The doors swing open with a bang. Stanley takes the door on the left.

He behaves all the way to the on/off switch, and then slams the ON button.

Alright, look, the fellow can work out some frustration. Stanley will press buttons in the meantime. They can both work off some steam and do something new. Win-win.

(“I just wanted—“)

There’s a low, dangerous chuckle.

“You don’t have the power you think you do. You never did, and you never will.”

There is no timer. The bomb goes off.

Stanley feels like he is flung into his office chair, and then he feels something—someone—pry its large, sharp claws into the fragile mass of his mind, and tear it open down the middle to rifle through the contents.

—

“If we just stay here, right in this moment, in this place… Stanley, I— I think I feel…. Happy. I actually feel happy!”

Stanley looks up at the stars. He watches the lights drift up.

It…

Fuck, but he has to hand it to the fellow. It is beautiful. Really, honestly beautiful.

But he can’t help how his eye keeps getting drawn to the staircase down to a door. Can’t help being curious.

“No… wait. Where are you going?” The voice is shaken from its reverie when he steps out of the room, like it was so entranced it almost hadn’t realized he’d slipped away.

He just wants to see what’s around the corner. They can go back, he just—

“Oh, no!”

Stairs. Stairs that go nowhere. Stairs that go up and up and up, with no other way but down.

Stanley feels his stomach drop. He steps back, through the doorway into the hall, and then turns on his heel and bolts to the room with the lights.

“Right,” the narrator says, clearly trying to recover, still frazzled. “Where were we?”

Lights. Lights. Stanley is staying here.

“Right. If we just stay here… we just have to stop moving.”

No moving. Okay. Okay.

The voice goes quiet. Stanley stays and looks up at the lights for a long time. His heart rate slows, his breaths deepen.

Okay. He’s feeling a lot more put together. And he can see that the narrator does want to show him something beautiful. He’s willing to try to compromise. He’s willing to play along, to meet in the middle.

The voice says nothing.

Very slowly, Stanley feels himself growing cold.

“We would both be so much happier if we just stopped.”

Oh. Stanley thinks he understands. It frightens him.

There is no story here. There is no progression. There is just this room. There is only the trap of happiness here, like the lotus eaters of the Odyssey. The cursed sweet fruit that keeps you from moving, from progressing.

That’s not a life. That’s not living. It’s only escapism. And all this means is that Stanley will never be happy here.

And, and the voice, quiet, lured in, eating the lotuses forever, will not reset, no matter how Stanley pleads. It thinks it knows what’s best.

Oh, god. He has to—

He has to—

Stanley inhales a shuddering breath and gets to his feet. Move. Move. Don’t think about it. Just move without thinking.

He makes it to the bottom of the stairs before the voice finally seems to come to its senses.

“No! What did we talk about?! You’re risking everything we achieved here!”

Stanley takes another breath to brace himself.

“Please, no, Stanley! Let me stay here! Don’t take this away from me!”

It pleads. It begs. When he doesn’t die from the first fall, it takes shuddering breaths and tries again to coax him to see reason.

God, he wants to. His steps are slow—pain creeps up his body.

But Stanley can’t. He knows he can’t. He knows that he’s not just fighting for himself.

He has to do this for both of them.

“I can’t go back to the way I was before!”

God, he’s sorry. But this isn’t living. He feels like he’s trying to hold an addict back from a drug, and it’s cruel, but it has to happen, it has to.

Stanley… is not this thing’s friend. He’s not. It tells him again and again that he has no power. He’s just a plaything for it. A toy. It keeps him in this unending prison and tries to break him when he does anything it deems a distraction.

But he likes to think he’s a good person. He doesn’t act out of malice. Mischievousness, maybe. It’s a little fun to see the fellow fuss, since he’s so dramatic. But cruelty? Stanley doesn’t act out of cruelty. It never grants him the same regard, it’s plenty cruel to him, but he doesn’t take any sick pleasure from trying to return the favor.

But this is cruel.

The voice cracks. With each fall, it loses hope. It gives up on him.

“I just wanted us to get along. But I guess that was too much to ask.”

Stanley wishes he felt angry. He wishes he could feel a spark of resentment at that statement, when the narrator has done so much to him that would dissuade any sensible person from considering that getting along was still an option.

He wishes it all the way down.

But all he feels is shame.

—

“I—“

The presence reels back, away and out of Stanley’s memories, out of repulsion or horror he cannot tell.

Stanley wants to scream. He covers his head and neck with his arms and braces for retribution, for the rage he expected when he first woke up after those stairs faded from his vision.

He had expected anger. Cruelty. Vengeance. He had tried to play along, to ease his punishment if he could. To maybe show his remorse.

(“I just wanted—“)

Fuck, fuck. It’s going to hurt him.

“I…”

He hadn’t done it to be cruel, he hadn’t done it to be powerful, he’s sorry, he knows he let him down, and he wishes the fellow could have just been happier not remembering. He could have kept this burden to himself.

“Why don’t I remember?”

It’s not directed at him. The voice is asking itself. It seems lost.

��I…”

There’s the rustling of papers.

“We. We go into the room,” the narrator starts haltingly. “We come to an understanding. And then I reset. I—that’s what it says. It says that I—but I didn’t—“

Stanley is shaking.

“But I… I couldn’t….”

Please. He’s sorry. He knows it’s going to hurt him, but please, don’t hurt him too badly.

“Oh, Stanley.”

It seems only now to notice him, his terror. His withdrawal. He doesn’t think it’s ever seen him so afraid, not even in the ending with the bomb. And of course it hasn’t. Because that’s just death. Death is scary, but quick.

Pain can last. When done by experts, it can last a long, long time.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

“Stanley?” The voice is small. It’s said the same way it was said when it asked him to please, please go back to the other room. “I’m… it’s. It’s okay. You’re okay. It—it’s going to be fine.” It strengthens a bit. Clears its throat. “It’s just an ending. It’s over, alright? We’re none the worse for wear.”

He gets the sense that, if it could, the voice would be placing a hand so gently on the spread of his back, between his stretched shoulder blades, in an attempt to get him to relax. Try to bleed the tension out of him.

“The lotus-eater comparison was… quite clever,” the narrator offers, a small olive branch. “I’m not angry with you, Stanley. After all, I did just see it all through your eyes. I know you weren’t being intentionally cruel.”

It doesn’t make things better.

“Well, no, but intent does matter.” The narrator sighs. “Gosh, you really weren’t kidding about that being miserable. Ignorance really is bliss, sometimes, isn’t it?”

Stanley chokes on a wet laugh. Understatement of the century.

God. It’s so unfair that the most beautiful place in the game so far is so dangerous.

“You liked it that much?” The narrator’s voice is hopeful and perhaps a bit shy.

Yeah. He had.

The fellow preens a bit, humming happily. “Well, I’m sure I can come up with something just as good. And—maybe—maybe I’ll remember now. Maybe we can go back.”

Stanley shivers.

“Oh, no no no, not now. Certainly not. Mustn’t be too careful. Poor fellow. What I mean is—if you need a break. Since—well, since we dealt with this far from that room, I’ll be able to keep this experience in mind. Maybe then I won’t make the same mistakes.”

Stanley doesn’t know. He’s not up for risking it right now. And the fellow doesn’t listen to him much, so he doubts that his prodding would have much effect, not if the narrator is so deeply entranced again.

The voice heaves a sigh again. “Well. It is your choice, in the end. Lord knows I can’t force you.”

The quiet drifts back in. After a long pause, where Stanley wonders if it’s retreated back into the hall, the voice speaks up again.

“Stanley,” it says, very very gently, as though trying not to spook him, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

His reaction startles both of them—he bursts into tears.

It’s just a release of the tension, he thinks distantly, while his body heaves and shakes. He was so unimaginably scared and ashamed, that the final acknowledgement means all that emotion needs an outlet.

Stanley cries. The narrator stumbles over his words.

“Oh, oh damn it all, I’ve made it worse, haven’t I? Stanley, I don’t know what I’m doing! I’m not good at this!”

No, no. It’s okay. He just needs to get it out. This is a thing he needs to do for himself.

“I. Okay.” The fellow clearly doesn’t understand, but he’s trying valiantly to give Stanley what he needs. “I’ll just, wait outside until you’re ready to continue the story.”

Fine. That’s fine.

Stanley lets it all shake out of him. It exhausts him, hollows him out. He comes out the other side feeling cleaner, if a little raw—like fresh skin under the dry peeling sunburn.

“There you go,” the narrator greets when he finally exits the office. “Ready to continue?”

The fellow sounds nervous, though it’s evident he’s working to hide it. Stanley scrubs at his face one more time, then gives a thumbs up.

“Alright.” He clears his throat. “Where were all of his coworkers? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room—perhaps he had simply missed a memo.”

Stanley takes a deep breath.

And then he hops out the window.

“Wh—“

There’s a palpable befuddlement to the voice, but it persists, working to stay on script. Stanley can’t help the sigh of relief.

He needed to be sure. He needed to know he wouldn’t be hurt for disobeying again.

The narrator huffs, strums his guitar, and insults him sternly, but the protagonist gets the sense that he’s just as aware of Stanley’s fears, and just as eager to provide him the proof that, yes, he is going to be okay.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

They are going to be okay.

#may writes #tsp #the sparrow parable #everyone and their dad has written Zending but #I hope this is a somewhat refreshing take #it’s earlyish in their history so the narrator can be capricious as all hell #but anyway. vague jazz hands #tadaaaa.

[hooman-tree]

NoOOOO maybe its a lil silly but its rubi or bee / beescool 😭 promise im not stalking u or nun i literally found u in the comments of a miles fic, gotta say u got good taste lmfaoo.

OMD HI I'M GLAD TO HEAR FROM YA && All these miles fic ARE REALLY GOOD ! I RARELY COMMENT AS WELL , so it's a surprise that you found me but I'M HAPPY ABT IT dw !!

Imma do one now , just to celebrate you sending this message to me 🤩🤩 && AND bc you called me out on looking at miles fics 😭😭

━━━━━━━━ THE CHAOS━MAGNET && THE COMICAL DORK .

━━━━━━ EARTH 1610 ! MILES MORALES && GENDER NEUTRAL ! READER

━━ [ Name ] && Miles both spend the day together by baking something sweet !

WARNING ( S ) ; None , just some fluff && kitchen disasters !

RELATIONSHIP ; ( Hinted ) Romantic , Pining && Crushing , Oblivious + Obvious Trope .

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ MILES DIDN'T THINK OF HIMSELF TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS [ NAME ] , AS HE WAS BOUND TO SCREW UP SOMETHING AND ULTIMATELY DESTROY ANY WAY OF HIM EVEN TRYING TO REMOTELY IMPRESS [ NAME ] . The latter teen seemed to not be paying any mind to how Miles was constantly taking prolonged ( and blatantly obvious ) glimpses at them , while he was supposed to keep his eyes on the cookbook .

[ Name ] did pay attention to what was on the cookbook , well they truly did try to . But , as they pressed their lips against a thin line : they ultimately snatched the cookbook that Miles was supposed to pay attention , and they threw it towards a window . However , the window didn't even smash from that impact , as the cookbook bounced off from it and fell down to the floor .

Miles flailed his arms about , standing upright , visibly jumpy and awfully confused as to why [ Name ] even decided to do that .

" Uh ━ Why'd you do that for ? " Miles uttered out the question , his eyebrows furrowed with a heavy amount of concern , keeping his peering look onto [ Name ] .

Without a gasp of a breath , [ Name ] rushed about the kitchen and started to gather out random pots , pans , wooden spoons , whisks and plates .

Okay , the whole rushing thing was starting to freak out Miles , a bit .

Nevermind , it was freaking him out , a lot .

[ Name ] was frantically going all over their kitchen , but they came to an abrupt stop , because of Miles grabbing their shoulders and shaking them ferociously . " [ Name ] ! Are you alright ? ━ What are you trying to do ? "

[ Name ] blinked mildly , surprised by the sudden contact , but they gently pushed down Miles' arms and a small laugh left them . " Don't worry yourself , brochacho ! " With that chilled━out comment of endearing reassurance , [ Name ] brought their hands up and smooshed up Miles' cheeks ━ while holding on a drooped look with a dazy smile of relaxation . Miles widened his eyes involuntarily at this action , an anxious smile wobbled onto his face , that said━face of his was starting to slowly grow warm .

" Woah . . . Your face is sooo warm , dude . " [ Name ] stated in a chilled━out and monotone toning of voice , moving their hands back with bewilderment displayed all over their features . Miles grimaced , embarrassment overtaking himself , wavering his arms in a flurry , stumbling a few steps back .

" Oh , me ? Uh ━ Pfft , well . . . It's just , very━very . . . very hot in here ! Can't just be me , right ? " Miles tried to act all nonchalant and lean back on a part of the kitchen counter to act all cool , but he slipped a bit and folded his arms , squeezing up his face with utter disdain .

[ Name ] raised an eyebrow , but quickly shrugged . " Eh . . . Mkay , dude ━ whatever you say . Anywho , we don't need the cookbook : we can do it all by ourselves and be great at this cooking ━ "

" Baking . "

" Same thing . But , we can be great at it too ! "

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ THEY WEREN'T GREAT AT BAKING WITHOUT THE COOKBOOK . In fact , they weren't even remotely close to managing to bake any cupcakes or cake at all in the course of that day .

Because , now : there was noises of a repetition on freaking out , screaming and running around the kitchen , as a pan was blooming with a fire and smoke emerging from it . Well , only Miles was freaking out and trying to put out the fire quickly with buckets of water .

[ Name ] happened to be the one that was watching the fire with a dazed look , putting on a marshmallow on their fork and holding it near the fire . Their eyes glistened at the flames , but they were immediately tackled down , when the flames were about to start burning them .

[ Name ] let out a pained grunt , landing on their back , still holding onto the fork that had a flaming marshmallow stuck to it . Blinking mildly , their face held a confused look at it being Miles that tackled them down . Once the flames on their marshmallow burned out : [ Name ] took a bite out of it and spoke up to Miles .

" That was a radical tackle , man . Like , something out of a comic or an action movie , dude . But , uh . . . Can you , like get off of me , please ? "

Miles widened his eyes , scrambling back away from [ Name ] and he scratched the back of his neck with a bashful look . On the other hand , [ Name ] stood up and took another bite on their marshmallow , filled a blue cup with tap water and splashed it over the remaining flames .

Miles let out a sigh of relief , rubbing any sweat from his forehead and he stood himself up ( with the help of [ Name ] hoisting him up with their arm ) . The two of them looked at the destruction they both managed to cause , as [ Name ] took another bite into their burnt marshmallow .

" Mmh , these are totally delicious . Wanna try some ? " They nudged Miles , who politely declined .

" No ━ No , thanks . But , shouldn't we clean up this mess , before your auntie and uncle come back home ? "

" Hm , yeah : you're right , dude . What a smart suggestion ! " [ Name ] lifted up their shoulders , as if they had made an airheaded revelation at what Miles said . The corner of their lips upturned into a grin , as they playfully bumped their shoulder into Miles . " Where would I be without my brochacho , huh ? "

" I dunno , brochacho . " Miles countered━back , a grin spreading among his face . And with that , the two of them fell into a bundle of contagious laughter , as they started to get to cleaning up . They were definitely not going to be baking again for a while , now .

But , they got a burnt marshmallow out of it , at least .

#miles morales x reader #gender neutral reader #miles morales x you #earth 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #hoomantree #atsv x reader #miles x reader

[oph3liatlou]

— WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH?

pairing(s) - comforting!lisa cuddly x sick!reader

word count - 1,194

warnings - full sarcasm, sexual innuendos, no implied gender for reader but probably male.

proofread? - no, i’m too tired from moving 😭

note from author - my nickname from my friends is literally ‘house’, can you tell? ;)

summary - when you don’t show up for work, your boss gets concerned.

You hadn’t shown up for work that day, nor had you called in sick. Cuddy, your boss - was furious, to the point that she had actually, shown up at your house. There was a knocking and, you opened it to see your bosses face fuming. “Do you just not show up to work now?”

You were clearly sick, but that didn’t stop the sarcasm coming out of your mouth. “Wow, you look nice this evening. Is that new makeup, titled ‘bitter rage’?”

Cuddy rolled her eyes, annoyed by your sarcasm but, ignoring it as she had other things to say. “You know, next time, you could actually call in - instead of making me drive all the way over here to check in on you.”

You were quick to retort, despite your brain fog from your cold. “But that would defeat the purpose of me annoying you.” You paused to sniffle. “It’s so cool, how I can do that when I’m not even at work!” You gasped.

Cuddy scoffed, looking you up and down from where she was standing. “You’re such a child.” She muttered before continuing. “I should’ve expected something like this from you - what if patients were counting on you to be there today?”

“Don’t worry - I told them to hold off on the dying part until I get back.” You nodded with a sarcastic smile.

Cuddy’s face scrunched up in annoyance as she rolled her eyes before stepping forward, and nudging her way into your house. You closed the door in response and turned to the couch. “You know your attitude towards work is why nobody likes working with you, right?”

You covered your nose to sneeze before responding, mocking her tone. “You say that like I care.”

“Why do you think you’re still single at your age?” She said, not caring how rude she sounded.

You made your way to your couch, grumbling. “You’re still single too,” You paused. “I just like strippers.”

Cuddy frowned, not impressed by your comment - but also not surprised. “At lease I haven’t been caught in another act with some sleazy chick, on one of the hospitals security cameras. Did you forget about that?” She teased.

You stood, heading towards the kitchen to find a bottle of cold medication and taking three. “No, I just wanted the tape for later.”

Cuddy was stunned for a few seconds, but managed to regain her composure. “The nerve of you - is everything sexual for you?” She asked, following you into the kitchen.

You put the bottle back in the drawer as you chuckled. “Yeah.” You paused for a moment, looking at her and furrowing your eyebrows. “Now, are you just here to add to my pre-existing headache?”

She looked at you with a straight face, before her eyebrows furrowed and she crossed her arms. She ignored your question. “One, you’re coming back to work tomorrow. And two - as your boss and, your friend - you should really be taking better care of yourself.” She said, as her voice and expression softened.

You stayed silent for a moment, sniffling from your cold - but still looking her up and down. You cleared your throat and ruined the moment. “I should…” You agreed. “Make me some soup then!” You shuffled past her, back to sitting on the couch and flipping through the TV stations.

Cuddy looked annoyed once again. This was more entertaining than the TV. “Really? Now Im supposed to take care of you?” Her arms were still crossed. “You know, if you got a girlfriend like you always say you want - she could take care of you when your sick…make you soup.”

Despite you being sick, you smirked at her from the couch. “No girlfriends ever made me soup.” You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna start?”

Cuddy groaned, clearly not wanting to start anything with you. However, she soon let out a loud sigh and started walking towards the kitchen. “You’re such a child.” She repeated before going into the kitchen.

You heard things being moved around as Cuddy prepares to make you some soup. You didn’t say a word, but your eyes followed her around the kitchen.

After several minutes of moving in the kitchen, Cuddy came back into the living room where you were. She placed the bowl of soup on the coffee table in front of you. “It’s chicken noodle - it’s also all you had.” She said, the first part being genuine.

You nodded at her and started eating the soup - too prideful to thank her now.

Cuddy frowned slightly at your lack of acknowledgment. “I don’t want to hear you whining and complaining about your cold once you’re back to work tomorrow.” She said, clearly not letting you get away with your attitude - even though you always did.

You glanced up at her as you swallowed your soup. “Why do you think I have you nursing me back to health?” You flirted - out of habit.

You saw Cuddy’s face turn a slight shade of pink but, she waited for a moment before speaking. “I feel like I’m the only one who can take care of you.” She said, her expression a mixture of concern and annoyance.

You nodded as she sat down next to you. “You’re right.” You started before pursing your lips. “Wilson’s a terrible girlfriend.” You joked, in full sarcasm.

Cuddy sighed while looking away from you and towards the TV. She was clearly irritated. “I’m trying to be serious here,” She sighed once more, this time looking at you. “Why do I care so much?”

You look at her and stay silent before standing and taking your bowl into the kitchen. “Thanks for the soup.” You settled, not answering her hypothetical question.

Cuddy watched as you walked away into the kitchen to clean your bowl. “Don’t mention it…” She mumbled under her breath - she knew how avoidant you were. As you came back, she checked her phone - someone from work needed to see her earlier in the morning then when she’d normally come in.

“Work?” You asked gently, sitting back on the couch. She stood as if she was about to leave.

“Unfortunately.” She responded, still looking at the messages on her phone. “I have back-to-back meetings tomorrow about some hospital funding.” She said before shaking her head. “I should get home.”

You scoffed for a moment. “Sounds boring.” You paused for a moment looking at her. “Just stay here, you’re closer to the hospital and you could probably get a few extra hours of sleep.”

Cuddy looked at you, surprised by the offer. “Are you sure?” She asked, thinking about it for a few seconds. “I don’t want to intrude.” Cuddy paused with an unsure expression. But, when she thought about it - your house was way closer to the hospital and she wouldn’t have to be up so early.

You shrugged as if her choice didn’t effect you. “Yeah, whatever. I’m going to bed myself.” You paused. “There’s blankets in the closet, if you’re staying.”

And you were already halfway down the hallway to your bedroom.

#writing #oneshot #reqs open #request #house #house md #gregory house #lisa #lisa cuddy #cuddy #dr cuddy #Spotify

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

TBB s3 Finale Thoughts!!

Fair warning, this one is very long

I am fear

Why is this intro music

What is this intro music

Help

“The base is 5 Klicks away. Can you make it?”

Jesus Christ what a scary question right from the start

Is Wrecker gonna…?

I’m not gonna say it

Jesus

This convo between Hemlock and Rampart was amazing

Two villains, being villainy together

Honestly the writers knew what they were doing

Honestly, I love that Emerie is owning up to her mistakes?

is she gonna 99 herself?

Jeez Jennifer’s Tweet really threw me

ALSO OMEGA GIRLBOSSING

LETS GOO

Oh shit, cross wiring a droid??

This is Tech’s training huh??

🥹🥹🥹🥹

he’d be so proud

EVA STRAPPED RHE PLUSHIE TO HER BACK IM CRYING

gaaaaaahh Omega is so grown up

I love her

AHHHHGH IM SOSCARED FOR WRECKER??

JEN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

WAIT SO

the kids just escaped

and now Echo is going to save the kids

NO

Ugh this can’t end well

This is

hhhhhhhh

I KNEW IT

omega is freeing the Zillo

ofc she is!!

love!!

Why does Guy With Googles seem like foreshadowing?

Where’s Tech Jen?

Where’d you put him?

Honestly the entire Zillo thing is giving Ahsoka freeing Maul

Echo realising she freed the Zillo

“How’d you know that?” “Because it’s exactly what I’d do.”

BESTIE THE WAY I SCREAMED

Crosshairs hand tremor getting worse literally has me in shambles

I am so scared for him

Actually for all of them

HHHHHHHHHH

Oh so batcher is alive

AAAHHHHH

OKAY

FIRST. OF. ALL.

Cross changing the plan because of Wreckers injury???

AHHHHGH THAT IS SO SWEET HELP???

SECONDLY

HIM OFFERING TI INFILTRATE THE BASE HIMSELF???

SCARY!!!

LASTLY

“You two, head to the communications array and try to contact Rex.”

I AM JUMPING AND SCREAMING WITH JOY

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

REX

YEA

BRING REX BACK

YEASSSSS!!!!

Oh I really shoulda waited this out

Are they not bringing Rex back?

Either waY THAG LINE??

“Clone Force 99 died with Tech.”

The entire conversation about Omega needing the others more than him?

“If we all go in, we won’t all make it out.”

AHHHHHH

NOOOoo

he’s right tho

shiiiiit

“Echo’s handiwork? Or Omega’s?” in sync: “Omega.” I AM SCREAMING

I think Hemcock realised that the Zillo was an intentional distraction

But he still has to make a move

And that made him angry

Love it

Our girl pissed him off

OH

OHHHH

THATS TECH

THERE HE IS

Okay so he wasn’t the operative we expected

BUT COME ONE

the chamber?? Reminds me of Echos on Skako

And the Helmet is different than all the others

And the back of the head like yea

That’s Tech!!!

Especially because Hemlock getting him now makes so much sense

He needs to figure out how to stop the batch, so why not use a former squad member? And reunite CLONE FORCE 99

Echo: sees loads of destruction

Echo: omega was here

“We need to fall back.”

And call Rex

Call Rex

And don’t 99 yourself

Cross

Don’t

“You should be more careful with your shooting hand.”

No.

No way.

No.

They didn’t

They couldn’t have

This actually has me wanting to cry wtf

Fuck, the batch being careened off unconscious in front of Echo is,,, very concerning

Echo has to call Rex now right

Gah poor guy must feel very unsettled

Ahhhh and the rest of the batch

hhhhhh

helpppp

“Causing chaos Havoc 5?”

AHHHHHH

he is so dad coded actually

🥹🥹🥹🥹

sweetness

I needed that

uuuughhh them splitting up so that the kids are safe

So sweet

But also

This is gonna be hard for them alone

Ah fuck

Shiiiiit

He’s trying to winter soldier them

Noooooo

“We’ll survive. But you won’t.”

In that defeated voice?

I’m crying

AND HOW DARE HEMLOCK TALK ABT TECH RHAT WAY

FUCK, THIS EPISODE

Ugh Echo’s speech

The clones banding together

I’m crying

Jesus I love this

Echo taking charge that way

Natural leader fr

I am in love <3

Fuck, Rampart is gonna fuck something up huh

He’s gonna ruin it for them isn’t he

Oh shit Tarkin is coming?

Oh no

GOD THE WAY I LOVE THE CLONES ALL RISING UP TOGETHER

yo the way that “training room” is built is actually wild

gah omega freeing them herself is v scary to me

sounds like something abt to go wrong

yup

shit

fuck

HEMLOCK YOU BITCH

NO NOT THE GAS

NO

FUCK

Oh good they finally got rid of rampart

slightly bummed about Nala Sue though, even tho she was mostly not that great

She really stepped up

Wrecker hulking out like that

I love it!!!

LETS GOOOO

“Get the kid.”

WRECKER YOU MACHINE

I LOVE

okay so maybe none of the operatives are tech

at least I hope so bc the batch is mowing them down

Also

Crosshairs hand rlly is gone

Fuck

Shiiiiiiit

How could they do this to him

hhhhhhh

ugh the fact that it’s raining too

The way Echo is panting

Poor baby is so tired

Wrecker too, they’re barely holding on

The fact that Crosshair is shooting with his other hand and still hitting target

Can’t keep him down

But still bro wtf

“They won’t risk hurting you.”

“Neither will you. You need me alive.”

God the writing is so good

ALSO SCORCH???

POOR GUY NOOOOO

we got wet hair hunter tho😏🥲

“Shoot the binders.”

“They’re too close.”

“She knows what to do. Wait on her, then take the shot.”

WOW

THE WRITING

THE

WRITING

THE ANIMATION

THE ACTION

THIS IS LITERALLY SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT

GOD SHE SAW CROSS’S HAND

the way she immediately began crying and hugged him

And then hunter joining in

I AM NOT OKAY

(the writingggggg)

(hhhhhhhaaaaaaaa)

Oh thank fuck they’re back on Pabu

Echo inviting Emerie back to Pantora

that’s actually so sweet

And the convo about them never having had a childhood? Gah this hurts my soul

that shot of them all sitting together <3

okay so full disclosure I didn’t type for most of the last scene because I was so gagged

ADULT OMEGA?

OLD HIPPIE MAN HUNTER??

Omega joining the rebellion as a pilot

and Tech’s goggles on her dash

Okay so I know I was lobbying hard for Rex showing up, but at some point I got why he didn’t. This was about the batch. It was about the poetry of them stepping up into their natural roles and solving the problem themselves and I loved that.

Also, as most of you know, I was very strongly pro team Tech is alive and I don’t know how to feel now that we didn’t get a reveal. I’m thinking if we get another show maybe he might still come back but my optimism is a little,,, depleted.

Also I think it’s absolutely ridiculous that Tarkin reverts funds from Necromancer to Stardust AKA the Death Star. Like yeah, let’s forget about eternal life and focus on big floaty ball.

I just thought that was funny.

Also Crosshair saying that clone force 99 died with Tech. In a way that’s very true. They weren’t the same squad after that and they never will be. After that loss something was kicked loose in Hunter, I think. He was more sure than ever that he wanted to be a family before he wanted to be a squad. And in the end that’s what they got. There’s a bitter sweet poetic beauty in that I think.

Ugh honestly I think I need to sit in this for a while and process it because I’m a little,,, idk it was a lot. Like it was great but it was so much yanno? I’m kinda sad that the gap between Rex forming the rebellion and leaving the fight wasn’t filled yet, but I’m hopeful we get another show or short or something that fills it still, because honestly he’s earned it. I’d also like to see where Echo ends up fr

Idk I’m all over the place. I will repeat, again, that the writing was amazing. The dialogue, the action, the everything really. It was incredible.

I’m just gonna sit in that a while. Yeah. Hope y’all made it through and thanks for always reading all this. Hope I get a chance to do this again one day. Love you, bad batch fandom. We’re not going anywhere <3

xo, phi

#upside to all this is that it’s making me want to write more #and hey NO ONE DIED!! #thank fuck #but geez there are so many feelings #it’s just over now y’know? #till filony decides it’s time to hurt us again #either way it was a great ride #star wars #the bad batch #Star Wars the bad batch #tbb Hunter #tbb Omega #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb Echo #tbb s3 #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb #tbb season 3 #sw tbb

[okthatsgreat]

🧠✏️

I'm obsessed with Sae I would ask every question if I coule I lov themn

AAAA this means so much to me bc IM OBSESSED WITH HIM TOO i am very very glad people like her ............................... 😁

oc ask game! (plus some art at the bottom lol)

🧠 - what do you like most about the oc?

answered HERE but alsoooooo i can definitely think of something else :)

i LOVE writing her dialogue LMAOO. her whole gimmick is that she acts wayyyyy older than she actually is, and when i say that i mean she truly acts like an old man. she is a very slow talker a mover and figuring out how to write for her has been lots and lots of fun !!!!

she uses a lot of ellipses... and always drags on a sentence if it is possible. she never uses exclamation points if she can help it... because she tries not to raise her voice... and typically doesn't get excited or emotive about many things. she trails off a lot, either on a tangent about a sailing story or simply because she has lost focus... and includes a quote from her afi or from a writer that can shed wisdom on the situation. everything is a lesson to be learned, you see... she also tends to repeat herself at the end of the sentence, she does. it's either "you see" or some variation of "i do/i am", depending on what was said... and of course she always refers to her boats and the ocean using she/her. laughs like an old man too, eheheh... always keeps the mood light

but, uh, when she gets flustered she uses "um" and "uh" a lot. especially when backed into a corner. sounds a lot less wise. her sentences get shorter when she's upset. real short. she tends-- you see, she tends to stutter a lot more when she is stressed, or in a tense mood. corrects herself, or-- sometimes, she cuts herself off before she says anything too harsh. her tone grows a lot more "childish", and she wants to sound like she knows what she is doing. won't raise her tone. just gets rather blunt with you.

unless she gets very irritated. because then she starts to emphasize certain words to you in an almost condescending manner, and-- and she still might stutter over her words because she is thinking less about them, but they are all flowing out of her mouth at this point. and if you push her too far she'll start yelling! exclamation point! it is rare to get an exclamation point from her! if you push her hard enough she'll scream! she'll fucking yell!!

but yea anyways she's been fun GHFDJKG

✏️ - how often do you draw/write about the oc?

grins. the grinner

SOOOOOOOOO sae as of right now is being used in a killing game rp which means i get to write for her pretty oftennnnn :) she gets to hang out with a whole cast of awesome characters that are both amazing and stressing her out so badly. as hell. it is chapter 2 currently (we're at the motive!!) and literally every single thing is going wrong (the motive concerns her family and of course her afi was threatened bc thats all shes got, her plan to escape failed miserably and shes starting to resent people with very little reason, somebody in the killing game knows JUST WHAT TO SAY to seriously push her buttons) but she'll persevere 😍 she'll persevere and get so much worse

i loveee the rp server bc the people there love to write fics and draw art of their own AND each others characters and i eat it up every single time. me included i love creating for these rps :) which MEANS i actually do draw and write for her a bit often!! now a lot of it is practice and/or doesn't get sent to the server lmfaooo i think the last fic i wrote for her (and finished-- i keep starting things and stopping 😔) was a backstory fic for her about that one bad memory i mentioned in the last ask :) a single person has read it and that is the person running the rp in the first place ghfdjkg

UM UM here's some old art that i sent to the server and didnt post here !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and here's a chart of literally ALL of her siblings LMFAOOOO

#THANK YOU AGAIN <33 #ask lee #anonymous #ask game #oc: sae #lee art