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If you don't mind me requesting a second one... 👉👈 may I please have a ribbon-decorated box containing marbled white and milk chocolate (dabi x hawks), square shape filled with almonds and lemon creme? No pressure! Thank you!!
HI FLAME THANKS FOR THE REQUEST
Yes I did them out of order. Oopsies!!
I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS THO!!! I AM ABOUT TO BULLY TF OUT OF THIS BIRDIE MAN.
This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever written and I’m SO here for it.
Big shoutout to dada @volleeball-bo for the cake idea bc my brain is but a barren field. 😭
CW UNDER THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it NGL. There is a lot of cursing, but it fits. D3ath mention. illy timed your mom jokes.
Number two, Pro Hero, Hawks. Quirk: Fierce Wings. A Rank member of the League of Villains, Dabi. Quirk: Blueflame. Two of the most dangerous and vengeful men alive, working under the same roof.
So why the hell were they dead-set on baking a birthday cake?
When Twice and Toga had happily shared their newly discovered information, the two males knew they’d somehow be sucked into the abyss. They had learned that Shigaraki’s birthday was the next day, and appointed the two to make him a cake.
Who could say no to Twice and Toga? After all, if they weren’t killing anyone, Hawks was happy.
What’s the worse that could happen?
Now in the kitchen of Hawk’s tiny apartment, the two males were arguing incessantly about the process.
“I assure you, Dabi, you HAVE to add salt into it. Everything has salt. This is a literal teaspoon, you won’t even taste it!” Hawks argued for the nth time.
“It’s salt, dumbass. Salt is going to make the cake taste, oh, you know, fucking salty?” The villain growled in reply.
If Hawks could bang his head on a wall, he would. “Dabi I swear t- FINE! Here!”
The blonde stomped over to his pantry, retrieving a sleeve of pre-packaged cookies. He opened the package, took out two cookies, and offered one to his partner. “Eat it.”
“What’d you do to it?” Dabi teased with a scoff.
“I spit on it and put poison in it, obviously.”
“Sounds delicious.”
The two ate the cookies in silence, with Hawks glaring daggers at his black-haired friend. “So?”
“So?”
“Does it taste sweet?” The winged-hero inquired.
“Yeah? Why are you asking me, Feathers?”
“Aha!” The hero chimed in triumph, snatching the sleeve off of the counter, “Look at the ingredients! Read it and weep, bitch!”
Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation as Hawks breathed down his neck. “It seems you’re actually correct for once.”
“Oh what’s this?” The blonde asked coyly, “Dabi was wrong? Wow, what a world.”
“Shut up, let’s get back to the task at hand, please.” The flame villain grumbled, returning to his position near the mixing bowl.
With a proud smile, Hawks strode to the cabinet to grab his salt container, and a set of measuring spoons. God, he was too cocky for his own good.
As Hawks was lining up to pour the salt into the teaspoon, the villain pinched his sides. The man jumped with a yelp as about a tablespoon worth of the ingredient fell into the batter.
“Oh, you dick!” Keigo was immediately on the defense, eyes ablaze with rage, “Now we have to start all over!”
“Oh no! You dropped some! What happened?” Dabi faked innocence.
“You are a quarter second away from being punted out of my goddamn window.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It fuckin’ should be.”
“Well, I don’t understand why this is such a big deal? I thought the cake needed salt? What did you do wrong?”
“Your fucking mom.” The male grumbled absentmindedly.
“That’s it!”
With a look of horror, Hawks took off from the kitchen. His socked feet bounded around his apartment, clearing corners with the help of his slippery momentum. “I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it! It was a natural reaction!”
“I know for shit sure that you meant it, Feathers!” Dabi called in reply, hot on Hawks’ heels.
“I really didn’t! It slipped oUT-“ tripping on his own ottoman, Keigo smacked his face onto his loveseat, subsequently falling onto it.
“You fucking idiot.” Dabi said through a fit of laughter. “How do you not see the furniture that you set up yourself?”
Holding his forehead, the winged-hero stuck his tongue out. “How do you take offense to a your mom joke?”
Neither knew how it happened, but the villain’s body moved faster than his brain did. Before he knew it, the black-haired male had sat on his partner’s waist, and held his wrists over his head with one hand.
Dabi wore a menacing smile, as Hawks wore a look of terror. Was this how he died? Was he going to be killed in cold blood over a your mom joke?
Instead, he felt a single finger trace around his stomach. Not expecting the long-forgotten feeling, giggles bubbled from his throat.
“Ohoho this is rich, Birdie!” The villain teased, “As if you couldn’t get even more interesting!”
“Dabi, don’t you dare.” Hawks hissed, eyeing the wiggling fingers that dared to come in close contact with his torso. “Do not fucking t-touch me- nohohoho!”
“Aww, you’re so precious!” The villain cooed as he gently pinched at his partner’s sides.
“Dahahabihihi! Dohohohont!”
“Don’t? But this is so much more fun than baking a cake for the boss.”
“C’monohohon! Thihihis ihihisnt lihihihike yohohou!”
The black-haired male beamed at the laughing hero beneath him. Oh what a power play this was. “To put my enemy into submission? This is totally like me.” He moved his hand up to spider under Hawks’ arms.
“NGH- DAHAHABI!” Keigo’s eyes were squeezed shut, face flushed from embarrassment. He couldn’t exactly hide his face in his hands, since he was a little… trapped. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Please what? Keep going? Move spots? Stop? You have to be very specific with what you want, Birdie.”
“IHIHI DOHOHONT KNOHOHOW!”
“You don’t know what you want? Maybe I just need to help wake your brain up!” With that, the villain brought his hand down to ever-so-gently prod at his partner’s ribcage.
“DABIDABIDABI-DAHAHAHABIHIHI! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! MOHOHOHOVE SPOHOHOHOTS!”
“Oh dear, Feathers, you’re so ticklish here!”
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Am I embarrassing you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up!” Dabi chirped, adding the slightest amount more pressure.
“OKAHAHAY! OKAY OKAY! THAHAHATS ENOHOHOHOUGH!”
“Are you sure?”
“YEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP!”
When the magic word was uttered, Dabi released his victim instantly. “You okay, kid?”
“I… I am… I’m only a y-year… younger-“ the hero sputtered through panting breaths. “You, dick.”
“Ah, you’re back.” The villain chimed, “I didn’t kill ya’, did I?”
“Nah. Just… glad you stopped when you did.”
“Running out of stamina? Some hero you are.” Dabi scoffed.
“And your revenge tactic was to tickle the shit out of me. Some villain you are.”
With a cocky smile, the black-haired male looked fondly upon his partner. “Any last words?”
Keigo inhaled sharply, closing his eyes. He reflected on how vulnerable of a position he was in, ultimately giving up on survival. Oh well, he’s lived long enough.
With a hushed whisper, he uttered “Your mom.”
And as the winged-hero predicted, Dabi’s hand lowered back onto his ribs and showed no mercy; cake long forgotten as Hawks’ frantic laughter echoed off of the walls.
After all, no good joke shall go unpunished…
❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎
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#cutesy confections#mha#my hero academia#bnha#boku no hero academia#dabi#hawks#dabihawks#hotwings#mha dabi#mha hawks#bnha dabi#bnha hawks#dabi x hawks#hawks x dabi#keigo takami#takami keigo#mha tickle#mha tickle fic#bnha tickle#bnha tickle fic#my hero academia tickle#my hero academia tickle fic#t content#anime#anime tickle#anime tickle fic
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Oh man now that I've seen TWO asks this day about Soundwave dying, is that the inevitable conclusion to this fic? Did I miss this big spoiler somewhere or all the clues to it? I don't remember seeing a "Major character death" tag, either.
Or is this people speculating and doing "what if"? ...not that I'd be adverse to it, especially if it made sense to do so!
Also I completely understand about work sapping all creative juices. While I don't write (I've dabbled in the past, but little 3k words or less things for OC's way back in the LJ days), I used to sketch, draw, paint nearly every day for hours before I ended up in a corporate 9-5, full time job. Even doing customer service jobs, I was able to sketch on napkins and scrap receipt paper and sticky notes.. and now I just.. can't. Its unbelievable how mentally draining full time jobs can be. Every now and then I'll get the sketch pad or watercolors out,but it's maybe once or twice a year now.
I've seen writers who do ko-fi for tips or writing commissions for certain stories (I remember a tf author I used to follow did this - where a story was only continued if the chapters were commissioned) - or even patreons, where they set up an early access to the newer chapters, and the cut scenes, additional content - have you thought about those? I think you've got a big enough following where it could be feasible to go part time! And maybe fund a self publishing of an original work sometime down the road!
>is that the inevitable conclusion to this fic? Did I miss this big spoiler somewhere or all the clues to it? I don't remember seeing a "Major character death" tag, either.
The major tag on the fic is "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings." You haven't missed a big spoiler or clues. The influx of "WHAT IF HE DIES" was puzzling to me, too, but I rolled with it.
I'm curious why people think Soundwave is going to die, when one of the major themes of the fic (at least to me, inside my head) is bringing people back from the dead. Not literally, of course. But... but did they see the whole point of what Rodimus is doing? Trailbreaker, Ambulon, and Mirage? Skywarp? Literally pulling Soundwave from the shadow zone, where life is not worth living?
There's actually a lot more I want to say on this, but I don't want to spoil the story. I have a FAQ planned for when the fic is done and I address death in it, and my approach to writing it vs JRO, and the aforementioned major theme.
I'm guessssssssinnnnnnng people are going the doom route because of the Scavengers, and because Soundwave keeps getting injured and can't be healed, and because... ? I feel like stakes have been high in the past, so maybe that's part of it, too. I won't say anything else for now, though.
This post got long so I'll put the rest under a cut.
>Its unbelievable how mentally draining full time jobs can be.
good god, yeah. low key, I used to be an artist (mostly hobbyist, a few pro jobs). I gave up and went back to writing because it's much easier/comes more naturally to me, and that's all I have energy for. I fuckin' mourned stopping art, to be honest. but you know what, I'd rather have Echo Garden than slog through commissions. I learned I'd rather create my own things than do things other people want me to do. so I guess learning that about myself was ... good. it's absolutely unbelievable how draining a 9-5 job is. I will admit I am jealous of people who have spouses or understanding parents that allow them to do art full time by providing a safety net in the form of housing and health insurance. jealousy is very human, you know :D surely there is a better balance out there for us ;A;
>I remember a tf author I used to follow did this - where a story was only continued if the chapters were commissioned
oooohhhhhhhh you know... I get it. I get people need money. but that doesn't sit right with me. I would not withhold fic like that.
>patreons, where they set up an early access to the newer chapters, and the cut scenes, additional content - have you thought about those?
I've thought about it only in the fanciful sense. To be honest, unless I was getting enough support to quit my job, it's not really going to change my life. Like, how do I say this. I won't have any more additional time in the week to write if I make $50 extra/month through patreon. I'll still be doing my full time job AND I'll have an obligation to write for people. Does that make sense? Unless a patreon offsets the actually draining thing in my life, it's just another thing I have to do.
Although 'early access to chapters' sits way better with me than denying future chapters UNLESS funded. Though paying for fic is a huge gray area and I don't think it's wise to poke that beast...
>I think you've got a big enough following where it could be feasible to go part time!
thank you, I appreciate your kindness here :D I don't think my following is big enough, though. I think the readership is maybe 1400 people? and a bunch of those are minors and most of the adult fandom is fucking broke, lol. (the tf fans with the money tend to be the major toy buying ones, not the fanfic reading ones. Stereotype, but that's my observation)
and part of the problem is my place of employment. I asked, years ago, if I could go part time (so I could practice art) and my boss said no. it's a full time only position ;A; which is why I say, unless patreon can fully support me, it's not really feasible. freelancing incurs a higher tax rate and you don't have any health insurance, so I'd actually have to make more than I am now... and given the number of absolutely fantastic fan artists I see struggling to make it with patreon, I know I can't (since fan artists make more than fan writers)
I hope that my answers don't sound dismissive. Thank you very much for your empathy and kind ideas. I don't think the fandom can support me monetarily in the way I would need, and I think their interest in me will drop as soon as Echo Garden is finished. I base this statement on the fact that TEG has exponentially higher stats than any of my other fics.
The people clearly want only one thing, and it will eventually end xD
If you or anyone else thinks I'm looking at this wrong and there may actually be a way I can write without dying, please let me know. I've thought about this for years and the above is what I've concluded.
Thank you again for the kind ask! <3
#long post#ask#creepygoth666#on writing and the reality of the day job#maybe I'm too pessimistic#if only I had a sugar spouse... lol
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i see you are a fan of megumi angst. as you should. i love my son ofc. i was there when gojo pushed that sea urchin out of his womb. i tried (& failed) to hold gojo back from blasting a hollow purple at everyone when they wanted to hold megumi. bro would not let him go. BUT. i love seeing my favs suffer.
SO — the zenin having more of an involvement with megumi? the higher ups fucking up megumi life without even lifting a finger or like talking to megs? GOJO putting his trust in yaga only to get fucked sideways by the fates themselves & starting a whole rebellion? YUUTA & MEGUMI MEETING RIGHT AFTER SATOSUGU divorce causing problems for the students? yeah. this is my jujutsu kaisen. gege could never compare to you.
i do have a few questions though like who tf was tsumiki texting & calling? how is kamo so down bad for megumi that even gojo cringes a little when he brings him up? is yuuta whole obsession thing be linked to rika coming back? MAKI. will we get to see maki & megumi bitching about naoya ?
but a more serious question is: why would the zenin fuck around & traumatize the adopted kid of the strongest, the ten shadows user, when they know it will come with consequences? do they think that there higher ups will put a leash on gojo or some shit like when they was younger? or did they do this out of some sick way of showing their care for megumi bc like they’re trying to show him that gojo is making him weak (which is so not true idc) & they decided to push his limits to showcase his weakness? like as a big fuck you to gojo & an eye opener to megumi?
Tsumiki Calling & Texting:
You'll see.
Kamo:
it's basically canon to me that he is. Kamo was straight up trying to have this big climactic confession with Megumi where he bared his heart and soul and told them they were the same and should find allies in the other and megumi was like "the hell we are" and had to say it twice so he would have no doubt. meanwhile his internal monologue was "why the hell is this guy acting like we're friends or something" megumi you have canonically known him for three years now. he's baring his soul to you. oh my god he wants to be your friend.
in actuality, Kamo is very lonely and isolated in his clan and sees Megumi as, canonically, the same as him. They were both born outside of their clan. Both clans brought them in (or tried to in the Zenin's case) because of their inherited techniques. they both have family that doesn't fit in with the rest of their clan. Kamo is constantly pressured to perform as the perfect heir and sees megumi as the only person in the world who has a chance of understanding him.
Yuuta:
No it's something else.
Maki & Megumi:
You'll see.
The Zenin:
Honestly it was a huge amount of entitlement and the fact that they just were not at all smart and never actually thought they'd face consequences for their actions.
First off, they never thought of Gojo as Megumi's adoptive father who loved him. They were the ones who loved Megumi. Gojo did this as a power play, and to keep the Ten Shadows from reaching his full potential. In their mind, he never loved Megumi as his son and didn't warrant the same levels of concern. They weren't going to exactly erect a billboard about his mistreatment, but they weren't all that worried either. They didn't think Gojo would do what he did and cut them off completely--they were more worried with Gojo trying to use it to make them lose leverage when they were getting a better custody deal. It was absolutely obvious to them that gojo was not doing this out of love and didn't actually care what happened to megumi.
They also didn't personally view what they were doing to megumi as abuse.
Most of the time that they beat him, it was during "training," which he did for a ludicrous amount of time during the day. He needed to be trained in combat. In zenin training, that includes feeling the pain of the blow according to Maki. He needed to learn how to handle pain. that meant hitting him for real.
Except his training was run by an insecure psychopath obsessed with his dead dad and a revolving cast of lunatics obsessed with megumi's progress because that was meant to herald the return of the zenin clan to its former glory. they went way too far way too many times.
The rest was just what Naoya called Zenin-typical discipline, but dialed up because he's fucking crazy. Like. The Zenin weren't strangers to corporal punishment, but naoya always liked hitting megumi. he looked for excuses to do it.
It's the Zenin way, at the end of the day. They all went through the same and turned out just fine. And they wanted Megumi to be raised Zenin.
They also just didn't think of him as, you know. a person.
He was their hopes and dreams personified. They'd waited centuries for him to return to them. Only for him to be tainted by their greatest enemy and taken from them.
So much of Megumi wasn't real to them. It was all just--Gojo's corruption and mockery. Wanting to wear his own clothes? spiting their traditional dress with the ways of the non-jujutsu world. Obviously Gojo's doing. Wanting to be called his own name? It's an honor to be the ten shadows. They waited five hundred years for him. Gojo would not be allowed to diminish that.
The entire clan was not aware that Megumi was being beaten. Only a very, very select few were given time with him, and they usually hit him behind closed doors. Which is what Maki remembers--she can't remember why, but she felt bad for him, and it was hard to figure out why, because he was the ten shadows and was supposed to be beloved. And then she realized that it was because he never had any time to play. And she always saw him being lugged unconscious from the training room.
She didn't see the bits leading up to it. how bad it got. she only got a glimpse, that most of the clan was more than happy to explain away. the ten shadows was training to grow strong for them, after all.
The people abusing him were entitled assholes who just thought they were above consequences. There's an old world mindset around kids in the jujutsu world--they're basically the property of their clan. There's no CPS. No one's doing a wellness check here. They normally would have been allowed to do whatever the fuck they wanted to megumi with impunity--the fact that Gojo's breathing down their neck is a slap in the face and a continued humiliation. They weren't going to add insult to injury and just. tiptoe around how they trained their ten shadows in the privacy of their own compound based on what gojo satoru might think. Megumi would be raised as Zenin are raised when they had him, and Gojo satoru wouldn't have a say in it.
Of course, this was a classic case of fuck around and find out. They didn't think gojo would care; they were wrong and he cut them off from megumi entirely. They never once thought about megumi's autonomous desires and boundaries; now they are cut off permanently from him. They were stupid and felt entitled to do with Megumi as they pleased, and they lost him as a result.
#sea glass gardens#also just being honest to Gojo about anything that happened to megumi was tantamount to admitting that he was an authority over megumis care#having to fess up to the parents about the kid getting busted up means they’re admitting he has a right to that information#he doesn’t have ANY real right to THEIR ten shadows#they’re not going to CONSULT him on how they care for their heir#and they’re not going to disclose anything that happens in the privacy of their clan and their traditions to fucking gojo of all people
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thungo thursday: how the hell did we get here so fast
'dad never even came to pick me up' SAME AYA LMAOO
they really did make the right choice for bram's va. i don't remember his name but all i know is that he's a seasoned anime va, but it like REALLY fits him fr
i'll never get over how much i love this intro you guys like it's so chaotic and colourful and dark and granrodeo is so good and this song especially is so epic and kishow supremacy
OH MY GOD watching chuuya struggle to breathe is like stressing me out so much that i need to pause and take deep breaths of my own lmao
AYO WHY DOES DAZAI LOOK LIKE A CRYPTID LMAOOOO
also i'm so jealous of him being able to cup sigma's cheek while I cannot
dazai and sigma are so weird to me as a ship because most of the ships i like are '[character that is just like me] + [character who i would have a crush on if i knew them]' but i kin both dazai and sigma so it's like watching the two opposite sides of me frolick around and it's so chaotic
sigma, literally drowning: 😰😰😰😰😰
dazai, also drowning: •-•
if i had a nickel for every time dazai stood on sigma's back/shoulders while they were breaking out of prison i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
(yes i know i use that meme format a lot NO I WON'T STOP)
WET CAT SIGMA (and no i didn't replay the sounds of him gasping for air, why on earth would you think that)
we have both now <3333333333 thumbs up dazai best dazai
imagine someone asks atsushi how he knew to do things or how he had the mind to move forward and he replies 'the voices' but like he's deadly serious and it actually was the voices
wait dazai literally did that to sigma in prison didn't he shfkjhdhgjkhsk
wait so in the manga sigma can read russian, but in the anime he can't? is bones actively bimbo-ifying characters??? how are we letting this slide
akutagawa doing some goku type shit is the funniest thing ever bro actually said 'SHIAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH'
bones you don't need to remind us all about how much you fucked up akutagawa's death scene ok. his dub va literally predicted that his death would be done poorly and he was RIGHT ABOUT IT
(who would win. gonta and monokuma vs dazai and akutagawa)
if dazai's got a broken leg and losing blood very quickly then why is he grunting and moaning like that huh what's that all about
YEAH GET FUCKED FYODOR LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO
fyodor: because of dazai you realised something about yourself sigma...[describes me, dia, in disturbingly accurate detail]
i'm sorry but the gay agenda has warped me into viewing a man putting a gun to the head of a man on his knees not as a serious and threatening crime but as foreplay. this is what the gays are doing to today's youth. way cup america
brams life must suck. imagine life exactly the same except you can't frolick in the sun, smell roses, wear silver jewellery, finger gun yourself in the mirror or eat garlic bread. also the 'lacking a body and personal autonomy' thing but who needs those amirite
OH MY GOD THE GIRL **WAS** BRAM'S DAUGHTER!!!!! IT WAS HIS KID THE WHOLE TIME!!!!! YOU GUYS OH MY GOD/??????!!??!!???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i don't even feel bad for laughing when fyodor started having his mental breakdown like bro what is that face. is this what nikolai sees every night??? man no wonder he went insane
tfw they fisheye atsushi from afar while he's being stabbed in his vitals
i hope they have a stash of strepsils for atsushi's va in the recording studio
BRO WHY IS FYODOR MOANING TF
yknow that episode when teruko aged tachihara down to a child and he looked rounder and stuff? thats fyodor right now
no but actually imagine being pulled so hard that your leg and arm come off OUCHIES what is it with people and taking atsushi's body parts and like stroking them or whatever. if it were me, the only body part of atsushi's i'd be stroking is his di
fyodor you're a great character but i can't help but notice that you just stabbed my husband and then kicked him in the face. unfortunately you have no choice but for me to ruthlessly kill you dead
so much is happening rn i feel bad for the anime onlys who have to process all this shit within one episode whereas we got several chapters to soak it into our skull sponges
yeah, me too sigma. me too
LMAO DAZAI CALLED CHUUYA A BITCH????? THEY LITERALLY BICKER EVERY TIME THEY INTERACT WHY IS THIS PARTICULAR THING SO FUNNY TO ME
maybe its just cus like 'bitch' is a funny word especially. they can call each other 'ass' and 'bastard' and 'dick' all they want but nothing tops a good 'bitch!!'
hold on bones no. NO. you can't do that. dazai was shot once in the head by chuuya, then he smiles and laments before the scene ends and it's left ambiguous if he dies or not. YOU CAN'T JUST HAVE CHUUYA USING HIS CORPSE AS TARGET PRACTICE
asagiri: i wonder how i should design one order
flowey from undertale:
asagiri: amazing. brilliant. this will be perfect
well, fuck. im terrified for next week!!
#thungo thursday#i miss gogol i want him to save the world#OR I WANT Q TO COME BACK AND THEY DO IT#OR I WANT THE GANG FROM THAT ONE CHAPTER (MUSHITARO LOVECRAFT KATAI AND KAJII) TO COME BACK AND DO IT THAT WOULD BE THE GREATEST THING EVER#i just need this story to have a happy ending thats all i want for them please asagiri dont
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i’ve been meaning to give a mini update but haven’t really got the time so i’m just gonna bulk it up here. yasss if you don’t mind
BASICALLY!
you got mini promo in my critical thinking lecture bc we were learning about Buddhist philosophy and my professor was like yeah these stories usually have a ✨guru ✨ and i was like OMG I KNOW HA! so yeah that whole week you were living rent free in my mind like woah!
and then i started talking to this person, not talking in like a omg this has the potential to be something more bc now that i think about it… i think i might be aromantic or something or it could just be that i have some like unresolved deep rooted subconscious trauma i need to work through to feel comfortable being vulnerable around someone… let alone a MAN ugh. anyways yeah the thing is when i told my roomies that this person may be idk have the intentions of being more than friends i got this feeling my roommate might have feelings for this person so i was like woah i need to back tf off. like to me if they did have feelings i would’ve used it as a way to get my virginity over and done with like GET HER OUT OF HERE! but now i’m setting up that boundary and i tell my roommate like girl you need to do something about this crush and she’s like no no you texted first and i was like GIRL I DONT LIKE THEM! but yeah i’ve hung out with them like twice and yeah im not feeling it at all, call me fucked up but they’re just too nice, it’s like they’re beating around the bush with me and prioritizing my feelings like hello? that’s not how i work, i’m so indecisive don’t put every decision we make on me yk? and they’re also very feminine which i feel really bad about saying bc they’re non-binary/ gender fluid but i tend to be attracted to more masculine/dominant energy (hence why i love your shit hello? 😋)
this is my finals week too and i just had my first final for chemistry and i just know that shit was bad like tell me why i guessed on 3/4 of that exam 😭 and then after i was done i turned on my phone to see messages from my study group saying they’re outside the building to celebrate… EXCUSE ME?! CELEBRATE WHAT EXACTLY?! i flopped. f for fail? more like f for FLOP! but yeah i have a bio exam tmrw and im not feeling it! like whyyyyyy! this is what i get for being a stem major like-
also! i read your new story and OH MY GOD! i love how harry like kinda knew she was reluctant bc of him so he like took the time to play with her a bit! AND I LOVE HOW YOURE BROADENING YOUR WRITING CATALOGUE! like ugh i love your creative growth, going from stories where y/n is submissive to somewhat dominant (stepmom) and then from having a third party being submissive (angel from profrry) to them being a potential dominant figure it’s so exciting! i love how you’re dipping your toes in different writing ponds UGH! i’m so excited to see what’s to come!
Ahh oh my gosh, babe! Love the update and I'm so flattered you were thinking of me during your critical thinking lecture 🤭😇
And I love that you're in stem! I'm so impressed 😍 Love that! Good luck this week to you! I finished my last final today (early) so I'm done until Spring semester starts 🎉
As for this person you've been talking to, yeah it really just sounds like you're not into them, which is fine. If you're not feeling it then that's okay. There has to be some attraction and connection and you just don't have it. They're probably better off just being your friend.
Thank you so much for saying all that about my writing! I really like trying new things so I'm happy you appreciate it 🥰
xoxo
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babysitting storytime?? not a good one tho lol
its kinda long so be aware. also, sorry for any spelling/grammer mistakes, english isnt my first language.
ok so BACKROUND: theres this couple + two daughters (7 and 5 y/o) who lives two floors below me & my family, and both the parents had to work and they needed someonw to watch their girls from 8am to almost 5pm (so about 9h).
Usually my little sis babysits for them but she had plans + she didnt feel like shes ready to babysit for so long (its the first family shes babysitting for), so she offered me the job. and me, being me, took it without thinking twice (spoiler alart, BIG MISTAKE).
so i wake up in the morning and i feel really ill, i almost threw up a few times and my stomach really hurts, but i dont have much time to worry about it so i suck it up like a big kid, drink my coffe, take the dog for a walk, come home, finish my coffe, and go to their house.
so, get to these girls apartment at 8am sharp, and everything is fine for the first few hours, they’re snacking some chips and drinking WAY to much chocolate milk, as well as watching wired youtubes on the tv, they were honestly very well behaved at the begining tbh, so i just let them be.
at like 11:30am they started being hungry and they asked me for some fruites, so i was like “okay :)” and went to cut some fruites and stuff for them. i cut them a peach and washed them two different types of grapes, put it all on a plate and brought it to them.
then, they said they want corn schnitzel and i was like, “okay, well you can eat the fruites while i make u some” and went to the kitchen. what i didnt know was that they were starting to play with the fruits instead of eating them, so i came back to find the grapes, still uneaten, but covered in green liquid sope (???), and one (1) pice of peach was eaten. thats it. no girls.
at this point its about 12:45pm and they’re not in the living room where i left them. why? because APPARENTALLY, they decided that braking into their parents room (which was locked, btw, dont ask me how tf they got in) to steal some Mentos, was the best thing to do after murdering fruites.
i caught them right before they found the Mentos, and brought them to the dining table to eat the schnitzel they asked for. after they ate they decided to play a game called “trying to get into mom and dad’s room to steal stuff”, and i had to literally STAND AND GAURD THE DOOR TO MAKE SURE THEY WERENT STEALING SHIT.
then, as they relized that I was the main problem, they decided to start trowing things at me. moestly shoes and crayons and markers and dolls. i asked them to stop multipul times and tryed to talk to them like big girls, until they decided to take it one step forwared, and throw a PAIR OF SCISSURES directly at me.
it didnt hit me bc i moved, and then i yelled at them that they’re not supposed to be throwing sharp stuff like that, especially not at people. they didnt give TWO SHITS, and their way of showing me that was to throw the scissures at me AGAIN.
at that point i kinda gave up, maybe bc i was tired, maybe bc i was feeling kinda ill, maybe bc i was hungry, or maybe bc ive had enough stuff thrown at me a this point. fuck knows, the point is, i fucking had it.
i got away from the door and yelled at them that i hope they treat the next babysitter to watch them better than that (bc FUCK IT im not going back in there, especially not for enother 9 fucking houres.) and that ill be telling their mom everything.
they obviusly were like “yeah we dont really care”. and when im telling u i was so close to snapping, i mean i was SO FUCKING CLOSE. so, i did what every reasonable adult would have done, and i sat on the couch in the living room and had a silent meltdown while the girls i was supposed to be watching were stealing cendy from their parents :).
after about 15 muinets (so it was about 2pm) of silently crying, they came to apologize to me, but i was so fucking angry (i still am and its 10pm) that all i did was telling them that i dont want their apology, and again, that i hope they would treat the next babysitter better, and then i got up and went to the kitchen floor to text heir mom.
long story short: their mom called me and scolded them that it wasnt ok and shit, but im still angry (both that they think they have the right to throw a pair of scissures at me, and that they actually made me scared. the rest of the babysitting they behaved and shit so i hid in the bathroom, bc i was shaking (im still a bit shaky for some reason) and honestly i didnt feel like i could face them).
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Girl how’re you feeling today?
ugh just defeated soooo much
my car didn’t start up again today so i called my coworker and told him i couldn’t come in as i had no other source of transportation (scared of ubers lowkey bc i’m a woman tbh) and he was like yeah no worries i got you
so, after an hour of trying to figure out whats wrong w my car myself (like checking if the battery wires were secured and the alternator would fire) for like an hour, my manager (not boss manager of the store) said if i don’t go into my shift today, i won’t have anymore shifts again or my hours cut in half (40 to 20–like i don’t have bills??) so i go in, clean myself of the oil n shit, then be driven by my roommate to my job. we open at 10, i got there at 10:30 instead of 9 am as scheduled. not a huge deal right?
so i go in anyways, already stressed about my car, and even though the store has been open for an hour and a fucking half, coworker did literally none of the inventory. even when it was dead asf and i was an hour and a half late. which is a huge fucking list of all of our products and how much we have. there’s three inventories you have to complete by 10:30. he didn’t even do one!! it took me forever because we have a billion new products!!!! he WAITED for someone to show up so he didn’t have to. so. proves my point that men are fucking useless and why that store is a fucking disorganized mess i have to organize all the fucking time
schedule gets released and instead of the usual 40, it’s fucking 21. and i was like oh FUCK no. so i confronted bossman via text and said “this is not a liveable schedule for me i have bills and this is my only source of income, and we agreed on 40, and despite EVERYTHING, i still showed up today. what the fuck is this.” (i am very brave and it was in a more polite way) so he’s put on the spot, promises me more hours the following week and gave me an extra shift, bumping it up to 28. but it’s still like?? bruh i’m GETTING MY CAR FIXED FOR THIS JOB AND THAT COSTS MONEY AND YOU GIVE ME LESS HOURS TO RUB SALT IN THE FUCKING WOUND?? HELL TF NO
finances give me so much stress and my family sucks and my job threatened 86ing me, and my car is acting wonky. i am a busy person who travels a lot for work and if i don’t have a car then i just freak out and spiral so much. but finances are truly my number one stressor ;;;; i go into anxiety attacks and did at least twice today
luckily everything is planned out now. i’m borrowing my mom’s car for the weekend, my sister will follow me to the dealership so if it is the alternator, i can get that fixed for free as it’s still under warranty, and then she’s going to help me run my necessary errands i need to complete
its like. just. god. can i get a fucking break. (not an actual break, give me what we agreed on and also EVERY DAY SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS)
it’s like. to make up for the money income, i could do commissions of either art or fic, but i’m…. not rlly that good yet lolol. time to start selling my other drugs 🙄🙄 (/j)
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Girlie break up with him
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can i request a scenario for megumi with a laid back and chill male reader please. like maybe they're at a special occasion where they have to dance and megumi is panicking tF out while reader is just 🕺🕺 and reader is kissing megumi bc poor bb is so flustered ushfosaifhsa thank you for sparing out time for reading this. have a nice day :)
thank you for requesting hope you enjoy!♡
characters: fushiguro megumi x male reader (2nd pov)
cw: cursing, spelling errors
pure fluff, probably ooc characters, also it's an au where toji is a good guy
-L
megumi opened the door of his room as your eyes took in his appearance. he was dressed in a dark blue tuxedo, hair neatly styled you could barely recognize him.
"what's wrong? do i look weird or-"
"woah.." you couldn't find the words, he just looked so handsome like that.
"megumi are you kidding me? you look amazing holy shit."
"o..oh, well thank you. im glad that you like how i look even though im not used to.. dressing like this." there was a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he looked away in embarrassment. "well it's not everyday that my dad gets married." he sighed.
you took megumi's hand from the doorknob and give him a comforting squeeze.
"it's going to be okay c'mon! there's no need to be nervous! im going to be with you and we're gonna have a good time yeah? is it because you haven't seen him in a while isn't it?"
"yeah that too but im just not exactly sure how to react to all of this, but if it makes him happy then im fine with it." he said with a slight smile on his was and you linked your arm through his.
"then we better get going! we don't wanna miss it now do we? gojo is waiting for us at the gates c'mon!"
"wait gojo? WHY DID YOU CALL HIM-"
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you step out of the car and close the door behind yourself as you go to the other side of it and open the door for your partner and held out your hand to him. he thanked you and placed his soft hand into yours interlocking your fingers as a sniff was heard from the driver seat.
"they grow up so fast!" gojo said while dramatically covering his mouth and wiping his non-existent tears. megumi just rolled his eyes at him and hurriedly got out of the car and slammed the door. a "have fun kids!" was heard before their teacher drove off.
"im never going to sit in the same car as that idiot ever again." megumi grumbled as he began walking towards the building while you just snickered.
when you two entered the hall almost all eyes were on you and megumi's hold tightened on your hand. you quickly shared a reassuring glance with him then went to search for toji. it wasn't that hard to find him with him towering over almost everyone in the room.
your eyes met with toji's and you felt an unpleasant feeling take over you. well who could blame you? a man twice your size and with a scar on his face is intimidating for sure. you gulped as he was now in front of you eyeing your form.
"n-nice to meet you sir!" you said and offered your hand for a handshake. he firmly took your hand and harshly patted your back then leaned down. he was barely centimeters away as he glared at you from his green eyes.
"if you hurt my son in any way i'll make sure you-"
"dad! stop this already!" you looked over at megumi who had an unamused expression on his face and now toji's attention was all on him his face softening and a smile making it's way up to his face.
"don't call me that."
"aw come on now 'gumi you know i was just joking!"
"but-"
"no."
toji let out a laugh then looked at you again.
"sorry if i scared you there buddy, it was just too funny."
"it's totally fine sir haha.." you looked away in embarrassment. "even it was a joke i can assure you i would never hurt megumi in any way." you answered with a soft smile on your face. both of them stood in silence, stunned at you said and you could see megumi's ears getting red from the corner of your eye.
"i see you got yourself a keeper there son." toji nudged megumi with his elbow and wiggled his eyebrows at him. you brusted out laughing while megumi just punched his dad on the shoulder.
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after sitting through the ceremony you were both free to go but you insisted staying since you knew how much megumi missed his dad.
you were sitting on a chair watching toji and his now wife dancing slowly while holding each other. toji had great taste in women you had to admit. soon some couples joined them and now almost everyone was dancing.
you glanced around the room trying to find megumi and found him at one of the dessert tables with a glass of champagne in his hand. you got up from your seat and sneaked behind him putting your hand on his waist and felt him jump slightly at your touch.
"hey! i thought i told you to don't do that!"
"what can i say? your reactions are just too funny 'gumi." megumi deadpanned at the nickname and you tried to not laugh at his face. you took the glass from his hand and drank the rest of it and put it on the table. the alcohol slightly burned your throat but you paid no mind. you took megumi's hand and dragged him closer to the people that were moving along to the music. "come on megumi, let's dance!"
"wait! i can't-" you ignored his resisting and dragged him to the dance floor. you placed his hands around your shoulders and your own on his waist and started gently swaying. megumi's hold on your shoulder became tighter and was hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
"hey, what's wrong now hm?" he murmured something but you couldn't hear it because of the music and the noise the people made.
you took his chin between your fingers and made him look up to you. you eyes slightly widened when you saw his face. it was so red he looked like he was ready to explode.
"i don't know how to dance." his eyes were glued to the floor too embarrassed to meet yours.
"so what? you don't have to do anything just follow my lead."
"but-"
"you don't have to worry about what other people think okay? just focus on me"
you pressed a soft kiss on his lips and he almost melted against you. you started to move, gently guiding him to match with your moves. you broke the kiss and caressed his face. (which was still red btw)
"see? you're doing just fine."
"thank you." he said and put his forehead against your chest.
toji was looking at you with his wife from the sides, both of them had a soft smile on their faces.
it was past midnight when you both arrived at his dorm. you both were tired but you didn't usually stay with megumi because his room was small. you were stumbling a little, maybe you shouldn't have drank 3 more glass of champagne but it was too good.
extra:
"you should stay here for tonight."
"huh?"
"i said stay for the night. here, with me." he said and pushed the door open, leaving the door open for you to come in.
you hesitantly walk into his room and take off your shoes and sit on his bed.
"i don't want you going home this late while you're drunk."
"hey im not drunk! just a little tipsy-" megumi smacked the back of your head.
"you can wear my clothes come on let's go to sleep."
"aw 'gumi~ you're so sweet aren't you?" he smacked your head again. "OW- OW- okay stop, stop! im sorry!" he let out a small chuckle he leaned down and kissed your head just where he hit it.
"im glad you came with me to the wedding today..i had a great time." as those words passed his lips you tackled him into a hug as he let out a gasp of surprise as his back made contact with his bed. you started kissing him all over his face.
"hey- HEY- stop-" you cut him off with a kiss against his lips.
"i love you megumi." his eyes were wide and quickly he covered his face with his hands.
"i..love you too." he murmured into his hands.
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can you pleasee do pt 2 to draco fucking his arranged marriage wife of the next day the reader being needy saying that she can’t get enough of him while he’s working in his office and he’s like “babe im busy😑” but then rails tf outta her right there😀 with like praise and daddy kink😩😩😩
read part 1 here
pairing: draco malfoy x reader
word count: 3.0k
warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, daddy kink, praise, slight degradation/humiliation, mentions of arranged marriage
a/n: i have been so excited to write a part two to this imagine the second i got the request. there will also be a part three coming soon so if you like these stay tuned! these have to be my favorite ones i've ever written.
It was the day after your marriage truly started. Although you and your husband, Draco Malfoy, had been married for weeks, the marriage truly began yesterday.
It had been a whirlwind.
It all began with you fucking your ex boyfriend, something you did in a desperate attempt to receive physical contact and get out of the house you had thought to be a prison.
When your husband came home, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to tell him. It was an arranged marriage, one that he did not seem enthusiastic to be a part of, so you figured there would be no hard feelings.
You were incredibly, incredibly wrong.
He had a lot of feelings about your adultery, but not only was there the anger and jealousy you were expecting, there was sadness. That had taken you by surprise, and only after poking the dragon, you finally consummated your marriage with your husband. Right there on the couch of the entrance hall.
After he had fucked you silly, you both reached the agreement that you would actually try to work as a real marriage. You had both made mistakes, and you were both ready and excited to move past those and really try to build a relationship out of what you had both thought was doomed from the start.
Which was why you were in front of his study, a hand raised and ready to knock, the following evening. He had been in there most of the day, working on a project for what you had learned to be connected to the Malfoy’s family business, but you were ready to put an end to his work day in the best way you knew how.
Your hand had barely connected with the wood when you heard a curt “Come in,” from the other side of the door.
You opened the door slowly and walked in, taking in the sight before you. There were papers scattered all over the desk, inkwells and quills mixed into the mess. Either you caught him at a bad time, or he wasn’t as tidy as you had assumed.
But it wasn’t the desk that caught your eye. It was him.
His button down shirt was rolled up the elbows at the cuffs. His hands, already littered with rings, were smudged with ink and deftly writing something down on a piece of parchment. There wasn’t a single hair out of place on his head, but what struck you were his glasses. You didn’t even know he wore glasses. But he looked damn good in them, because of course he fucking did.
“Yes?” He asked, a smug smile on his face as he watched you openly check him out. You hadn’t even realized he had looked up from the parchment he had been writing on.
“Just figured you could use a break, dinner’s ready,” you explained, quickly catching yourself.
“I’ll be out in a bit. I just need to finish this bit up,” he replied, an obvious dismissal but you had had enough of that over the past two weeks to last a lifetime.
“Draco, you’ve obviously been at this for a while. Just come take a break,” you argued defiantly, happy with the knowledge you finally felt comfortable enough to do so.
“Y/N, I’m busy,” he said gently, clearly not wanting to break the carefully made balance you had just created with a silly argument, but you couldn’t help yourself.
You admitted it to yourself when you walked in the room. You didn’t really want him to take a break just to have dinner with you. No. You wanted him to take a break so he would fuck you right over his desk.
“You can finish it later,” you continued, your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for his eventual push back.
But his argument never came.
Slowly, painfully slow, he began to stack up his papers in neat piles to put them away. Next were the inkwells being covered and finally the quills being put away. All without a word between you both.
When his desk was cleared, he finally turned his attention back to you.
“You come into my study and argue with me over taking a break just to go eat dinner. You haven’t bothered to ask me to dinner once over the past few weeks. So is it really dinner that’s got you so riled up, or is it something else?” He asked straight faced, but the twinkle in his eye led you to believe he knew exactly why you were arguing.
“Can’t a wife just want to spend time with her husband?” You argued, but it didn’t hold the impact you wanted the words to have.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, pushing his chair back just slightly. “Come here,” he commanded, crooking his fingers in your direction.
With just two silly little words your skin was flushed and your nerves were on fire. You weren’t sure what type of hold this man had over you, but it ran deep for only having just fucked him the day before for the first time.
You followed his command without a second thought, and it led you to standing right between his spread legs with your back pressed up against his now pristine desk.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think my wife just wants to get fucked. Am I correct?” He asked, raking his eyes over your body greedily, taking in every inch of you. You were just lucky you dressed to impress tonight in a perfect, form-fitting black cocktail dress. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.
“Yes,” you answered easily, completely giving up the fight now that you could see the hunger that you felt reflected in his eyes.
He gave you a slow smile before dragging you down to straddle his lap, perfectly placing you so you could feel his growing erection against your core as he kissed you roughly. It was perfect after a day of craving him so fiercely, and you knew this was only the appetizer.
His hands possessively roamed your body as he continued to dominate your kiss, finally landing on your ass to pull you closer against him. Your hands made quick work of taking his glasses off and gently placing them on the desk somewhere behind you before trailing through his hair, messing up his perfectly placed platinum locks.
You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him, moans spilling from both of your lips at the friction. He let you do as you please for a few minutes, just enjoying kissing you and having you in his lap, but once your hands went to undo the buttons on his shirt, he gripped your hips roughly and pushed you back.
“Let’s get one thing straight, pretty girl. I’m in charge, and you’ll be a good girl and do as I say, won’t you?” He asked, running a thumb along your lower lip as he spoke.
You bit his finger gently before answering, and your answer only riled him up more than the bite did.
“Yes, Daddy.”
And just like that he unleashed himself on you, much like he had done the day before.
He had you on your feet and spun around faster than you could even blink. Within the next breath, your dress was being stripped off of your body and thrown across the room, your breasts exposed. When he had you bent over the desk with just a thong on, he finally opened his mouth again.
“You’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He asked, dragging his hands up the back of your thighs until he was grabbing your ass again.
“Yes,” you gasped out, knowing you were already drenched from his words and touch alone.
When you felt his palm connect with your raised ass, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that fell from your lips.
“Yes, what?” He asked, rubbing his hands in circles to soothe the ache, but the contrast of his warm skin and cold rings only left you shaking.
“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, saying the words again.
They were meant to be a joke at first. Just another jest to rile him up and poke at him. But now, after having called him Daddy twice, it was starting to feel right. Like this was exactly the dynamic you were meant to be in with him.
“So much better. Look at you, already dripping down your thighs,” he mused, his finger trailing up your thigh in what you could only assume was a patch of wetness, a blush falling over your face at the thought.
He dragged your thong down your legs and slowly freed your feet before tossing the scrap of fabric across the room as well, leaving you totally exposed.
“Is this what you wanted? To be bent over Daddy’s desk just begging to be fucked?” He asked, his weight pinning you down as he bent over, slowly dragging his lips up the side of your neck as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was against your ass and you fought now to roll your hips into him, but you knew he would put an end to it anyway.
“Please fuck me,” you begged quietly, your words no more than a whisper as you played right into the fantasy he was spinning for the both of you.
“Patience, darling,” he said accompanied by a dark chuckle, but he didn’t leave you wanting.
He kept his weight on you, his lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck that were sure to leave bruises for the coming days, but he dragged a finger up your slit and plunged inside of you.
You were so on edge that the one finger almost made you cum right then, but of course he was careful to make sure that didn’t happen. He teased you along until one finger turned into two, and by then you were a writhing mess on his desk.
“Daddy, please. I’m ready. Just fuck me,” you begged impatiently, all of your focus on him and his miraculous fingers.
Silently, he pulled back to stand up fully behind you. For a moment, you thought you’d be getting what you wanted, but you should have known it was too good to be true. You weren’t getting fucked until he thought you were ready.
You felt his thumbs pull your lips apart, and you knew all of his focus was right on you, right on where you were a dripping mess for him and that had you fighting not to squirm under his gaze.
“I told you to be patient, pretty girl. Or are you just that desperate to cum you couldn’t help yourself? Because this pretty little hole isn’t ready for me yet,” he mused, and his words forced an unexpected moan out of you.
You were exposed and aching, a true flushed mess in front of him, while he was a master of poise and control, still fully clothed behind you. Something about the situation made your head spin and your knees weak, and you knew you were in for a wild ride with this man. But you were willing to take anything and everything he threw your way because there was no denying you were enjoying every second of this. Not when he was holding you open obscenely and could see the evidence for himself.
“I want to cum,” you answered honestly, your breasts grinding on the desk and you arched your back, further exposing yourself in the hopes that he would fulfill your wishes.
While still holding you open, he used one gentle finger to stroke over your clit and it was just enough pressure to cause a shiver to run down your spine. If he kept it up, you knew you’d cum in seconds. “Go ahead, cum for me. Let me watch you make a mess of yourself,” he commanded, keeping the gentle pressure on your clit.
You came with a scream, your legs shaking beneath you. The desk was the only reason you stayed up, otherwise you would have collapsed from the force of your orgasm right there. It felt like one of the most intense orgasms of your life, all just from a little flick of his finger.
As you came down, you were gasping for air, just as desperate for your next breath as you were for Draco’s cock. No matter how mind shattering your orgasm had been, you were still craving more. You’d always crave more from him.
“That was beautiful, darling - watching you clench around nothing as you screamed for me. I think you’re ready for my cock now,” he mused, slowly stroking his hands up and down your back in an effort to calm your body, but every nerve was on fire from his touch.
“Please, please, fuck me Draco. I need you,” you were begging shamelessly now, not even worried about making a fool of yourself in this new marriage. You were both too invested in this moment to care, both of you just knew you needed each other.
“Shh, you have me, pretty girl. I’m right here,” he soothed, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he worked to free his cock behind you. “Stay just like that.”
You didn’t even know he had succeeded in taking his cock out until you felt his tip against your entrance, and he didn’t wait a second longer. He plunged into you like he was just as desperate as you were, which by the way he was fucking you in brutal strokes, you could tell he was.
Your hands clutched the edge of the desk for dear life, your knuckles a bright white against the dark oak wood. With every thrust, your hips collided with the sharp edge, sure to leave some marks for you to admire the next day.
You could feel the power behind each deep, hard stroke and you knew he was giving you his all. The previous night had been kind and sweet compared to the brutal fucking he was giving you now. You felt fucked within an inch of your life and he had barely even started.
“Fuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. So perfect,” he praised, not even sounding out of breath. Meanwhile, you couldn’t even control the noises that were coming from your mouth.
You climbed up the peak steadily, but even in your cock drunk daze you knew this orgasm would wipe you out. Once you were about to reach the edge, he pulled out.
“No, please, fuck. I was so close,” you whined, but a startled gasp came out of your mouth next when he lifted you up and spun you around, your back crashing back down on the desk with a gentle thud.
You finally got the chance to look at him, then. His cock was hard and aching, on the verge of falling over the edge himself. His hair was disheveled and he had that glow that only sex could bring coming from his perfect skin, but when you locked eyes you couldn’t look away. His silver eyes were clouded with lust and possession, a man closing in for the kill on his prey. It was terrifying and arousing all at once, but you were sure your own eyes reflected something similar.
Draco wasted no time in hoisting your legs over his shoulders and coming down to take your lips in a brutal kiss just before fucking back into you, his pace the same as it had been in the previous position. He swallowed your moans greedily, but finally pulled back to just concentrate on your face.
“I needed to look at you when you came on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart for me,” he ordered, but his voice was gentle and there was a smile fighting to tug on his face. It didn’t hold the same dominance his previous commands did, but you followed it all the same.
One, two, three thrusts later you came with his name on your lips as he fucked you through it. It was like your whole world blacked out and only the two of you existed, suspended in this moment as he stared down at your blissed out face. He followed you shortly, and the feel of him emptying himself inside of you accompanied by the litany of choked out praises he was giving you was almost enough to push you into a third orgasm.
You both stayed like that as the minutes passed, chest to chest and near face to face as you caught your breath. It was no easy feat after an orgasm like that, but finally he was wrapping you in his arms and balancing you in his lap as he got comfortable in his desk chair once again.
“Was that too much?” He asked, the concern dripping from his voice as he tenderly brushed your hair from your face.
You could have laughed at his concern. That was the best sex you had ever had in your life, and he was asking if it was too much. But you didn’t want to worry him.
“Draco, that was perfect. I loved every second of it,” you told him honestly, tilting your head up so you could look him in the eye so he would have no room for doubt.
It was him who laughed then, in sheer disbelief of the woman curled up in his lap. “I got too lucky with you. You’re perfect,” he said with a smile, a small kiss to your forehead following his words.
“I think I’m the lucky one,” you insisted, curling further into his chest as the events of the evening finally wore on your body. It was comfortably silent for a few minutes as he held you, until you remembered why you had truly come into his study in the first place. “But I was serious when I came in. Dinner’s ready,” you reminded him with a slight giggle.
“How about I get you up to bed and we eat dinner in bed, hm?” He asked, already lifting you up and carrying you towards the door.
“Sounds perfect,” you said, relaxing against his strong chest as he continued to prove just how lucky you were to end up in this arranged marriage.
#harry potter#draco malfoy blurb#draco malfoy drabble#draco malfoy imagine#draco malfoy smut#draco lucius malfoy#draco malfoy#draco one shot
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BNHA Villain Cuddling Headcanons
Bro lets go. Cuddling headcanons. A lot of this is just headrambings cause I was half asleep when I made these. I cleaned them up a bit though.
Dabi
- Cuddling with him is a double edged sword. In the winters it’s perfect because he’s equivalent to a furnace but then again in summer your always drowning in sweat trying to get away from his grasp
- He’s super touched starved and he constantly needs you in his arms or his in yours
- Yeah hot take he likes laying on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist
- Stroke his hair while he does this and dude will melt
- He gets super soft when he’s tired and is really honest about his feelings
- “Thanks for caring about me” to “You’re the fucking best, babe”
- In his sleep he tends to mutter and snore a tiny bit but nothing like two trains crashing into each other level snore
- 7/10 It’s like cuddling a clingy wood stove
Tomura Shigaraki
- Dude is shy and he isn’t an initiator
- He’s honesty pretty touch starved and is shocked at a lot of gentle touches you give him
- At night he will be sleeping with his back to you and you’ll be miserable because you just want to hold this boy
- You will have to initiate first if you want this
- You have to give him like a 5 minutes warning because he will freeze up and nearly disintegrate you
- He won’t admit but he fucking loves having your arms wrapped around him
- When you eventually detangle yourself from him he’ll give you a “why tf did you stop” look
- 7/10 if you came here looking to be spooned don’t bother until he’s got his quirk under control. Even then he will still want you to hold him
Twice
- Dude loves cuddling and after you’re together doesn’t sleep well if your not with him in bed
- King of being both big and small spoon and proud of it
- he like having you against his chest but sometimes vice versa
- At nights he can have nightmares so be prepared to maybe be booted out of the bed by accident (will apologize profusely and will feel bad)
- This motherfucker radiates loud snorer energy. Like I’m talking dad snoring.
- He moves around a lot in his sleep so prepare to wake up sideway on the bed
- Sleeps in and gets upset when you try to leave him
- Overall a good experience but a 5/10 because of his dad snoring, but if you can sleep through that 6.5/10 (he still kicks)
Himiko Toga
- Cuddling with her is great and radiates cuddling with your bff by accident during a sleepover
- Bet she will wrap her cold feet with yours as well as her cold hands
- She probably rests her head on your chest or jet packs you cause she’s just widdle
- She’s pretty quiet when she sleeps except for occasional giggling and talking to herself when she watches you sleep
- She likes holding you all night so don’t expect to get away anytime soo
- A tired teenager so she sleeps in and gets mad if you try to wake her up
- Don’t try to leave cause she won’t let you
- Overall experience is 8/10. The cold hands and feet would put you off
Overhaul
- he hasn’t never slept next to anyone. Ever. So for the first few months he probably just slept on the other side of the bed in a fucking Dracula pose
- So he will ease into it. Holding your hand and the eventually letting you rest your head on him
- Sorry that’s all your getting cause mans got boundaries
- Doesn’t mean he won’t stroke your hair or run his hands down your arms
- This dude is quiet as fuck when he sleeps. No noise. No little groans. No sleep talking. It’s scary how quiet he is
- If you try spooning him in his sleep he will become as stiff as board and will gently take himself out of your grasp
- Wakes up with the birds but if you reach out for him from the bed he’ll have a little pang in his chest and stay a little longer. Just for you. As a treat.
- Overall experience 6.5/10 it’s like cuddling Dracula but if Dracula had boundary issues
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#bnha x reader#dabi#dabi x reader#tomura shigaraki#tomura x reader#tenko shimura#jin bubaigawara#twice#toga himiko#himiko toga#kai chisaki#overhaul#btw gif credit to the tumblr: love
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just Hawks things
commissioned by anonymous. vaguely smutty hcs included
True Bird Hours: he sleeps most comfortably sitting up with his wings fluffed and folded snugly around him, so he can nuzzle his face into them for the warmth
Yes when he’s got his boo with him, they are also invited to snuggle up in his wings
More birdie things bc why not:
He has an unconscious habit of picking through your hair: brushing fingers through it, fiddling with little pieces, nuzzling his face against it. He’s trying to preen you ok. Please let him. If you are not preened at least once a day… he has not done his job
He also unconsciously fluffs his wings out and makes them a little bigger, more noticeable, when he’s flirting/talking to someone he finds particularly attractive. The bird instinct in him is screaming SHOW OFF YOUR WINGS SHOW OFF YOUR FEATHERS SHOW OFF YOUR PRETTY COLOR MMmmmm plsss look at this plumage bb
But he snaps out of it when he realizes what he’s doing because… omg it’s so embarrassing
His sharp eyes also hone in and out when he’s looking at you because oof he is FIXATED on you. He likes what he sees he is looking DIRECTLY
If you’re angry at him and lock yourself in the bathroom, he sits outside the door like awww come on babe. Don’t be like that. *slips a feather under the door to tickle you*
After a long day of hero work when he comes home to see you, he has either two moods when he gets into bed with you: he knocks tf out, or he can’t stfu
You’ll really be out here trying to get some sleep and he is just running his mouth about all the hero work he had that day, how windy it was, how annoying one of his sidekicks was being—
Those intimate little forehead touches where you just… sit there and relax and simply exist together, eyes closed as you breathe in each other’s presence….. big Hawks mood. He feels so connected to you. He loves it
He doesn’t get jealous very often; he’s too busy for that and he knows how badly jealousy can spiral and ruin a relationship
But when he is jealous and feeling particularly beat up about it, he staves it off by keeping busy with hero work: something to take his mind off of the problem, so that he can think more rationally on it later
He simps for you so hard if you give him a massage. Hero work is tough ya know. He’s got a lot of tension in those shoulders and on his back. I mean, those wings are working overtime all day. Knead out all those knots in his muscles and oof you are getting his unmatched appreciation… and possibly his dick (because yeah, massages… get him really hard really fast)
He’s such a kisser. Kissing fiend. Serial kisser. Forehead kisses, nose kisses, NECK KISSES, throat kisses, hand kisses, thigh kisses (especially what‘s between your thighs)
He also cannot keep his teeth off of you: lots of nibbling and playful gnawing where he knows you’re most sensitive
That being said he tries REALLY hard not to leave hickies even though SHIT he really wants to sometimes. Sucking on that sensitive skin just below your ear reallllllllly gets him going. He wants to latch on and suck and bite while pressed up against you and just… wants to mark you up… whew it’s a struggle not to. His restraint is commendable
Oh and yes he WILL kiss your toes
Let him worship those feet and ankles alright
I’m not done talking about his kisses ok he’s such… a kissing expert. It’s unfair
You want slow, intimate, tentative kisses that get your body hot and tingly and anxious for more? He will deliver. He loves lazy makeouts, and the little teasing nip he gives to your bottom lip just kajshkfjhsd delicious
But oh, you want hungry, desperate, wet kisses too? Yes please. He knows exactly what he’s doing. No awkward lip-sucking and no awkward tongue-poking in your mouth; he takes the lead until you’re dizzy from just the kisses alone. And his hands are running all over you while he’s doing it. You don’t even know how he’s giving you so much attention because you can barely think of anything but his lips on you, let alone put your own hands to work. When you try to reciprocate and reach for his pants you’re fumbly and clumsy because damn his kisses are literally breath-taking. It’s okay though, he’ll take care of everything. King of multi-tasking
Just imagine him giving you little nibbling kisses along your jawline until he moves back up to your lips, and bites the bottom one gently while looking into your eyes skjdhkjdhgd
Hawks is very sorry but marriage is not really on his agenda any time soon, if ever. Just being your man is enough for him
In fact, please tell people he’s your man. Boyfriend, partner, lover, booty call… yeah those are fine too
But your man? God… He finds that… extremely fcking hot
He has home-cooked meals like twice a year. He does NOT have the time. Honestly he wishes he did have more time, because there’s only so much on-the-go street food he can manage before he starts getting sick of it. No matter how delicious it is
So if you happen to catch him when he’s free and wrangle him down for dinner, he’s shook. He feels absolutely PAMPERED when you cook for him. The food makes him drool but so does your cute ass cooking for him DAMN he feels so… he feels so Domestic™
You might need to… shoot him a text when you’re cooking next time so he can zoom by and grab a plate through your window. Domestic Fast Food. Give him that Scone App the Beef shit please he’s taking your food to go and he will bring the tupperware back later ok
His sidekicks look at him like… wtf?? when he returns to patrol with food. They’re like… Hawks, where did you get that? Where did you even go??
Him slurping his spaghetti: Uhhhhhhh sorry but I’m not sharing this
Oof it’s so hard for him when he’s missing you
He’s so horribly busy he’ll go weeks without so much as seeing your face. Every time he finds some spare time to go see you, even if it’s just twenty minutes, something comes up. He loves spending time with you but hero work has to come first
And forget keeping up through text or call. Sometimes he doesn’t have time for that either. Makes him feel like an asshole, and he gets these little pangs of anxiety when he thinks that you’ll start resenting him for his career, that you’ll start feeling neglected
He would definitely understand if that made you want to end the relationship though. It’s gonna hurt, but if that’s what you need, he understands—because those little pangs of anxiety aren’t just because he thinks you might leave him, but because he doesn’t want you to feel like you aren’t worth it
You are, you’re absolutely worth it and you’re absolutely a good and wonderful person. And he doesn’t want you to think otherwise just because he can’t give you what you deserve. Don’t let his busy lifestyle make you feel invalid because damnit he thinks you’re so valid and he tries so hard to let you know that
That being said… sorry, but he forgets birthdays sometimes
Doesn’t snore, even when he’s utterly exhausted, but just… sighs…. very cute-like
Otherwise he’s dead silent when he’s asleep, it’s almost scary. He’s alert at all times. Very light sleeper
One sound and he is 👁👄👁 awake
Lost his shit when he discovered snapchat filters because omg they’re so fun
When it comes to how soon he says I love you, it really depends
He falls fast and hard, which really throws him for a loop because he’s a composed and rational guy otherwise
He doesn’t have so much pride that he won’t tell you he loves you when he knows he means it. It’s just a matter of when he’s prepared to tell you
He doesn’t have one preferred nickname for you. He just has… so many. It’s like he spins a wheel every morning to decide what he’s going to call you
Sweetheart, honey, hon’, babe, baby, sweet thing, a simple girl/boy
The baby bird, chickadee, chick stuff is reserved for when he wants to see that sour, unamused look on your face because god they’re such corny nicknames and he knows it
Rainy days suck because they weigh his feathers down, make his wings harder to flap and thus all the more difficult to get around with. His quirk is next to useless when there’s heavy rain so he’s out of commission the whole day. Just sulks around his agency until the weather clears
But days of light showers are nice! Hawks loves giving his wings a little sprinkle, just a little cleanse. It’s so cute when he shakes the wings to dry them out
The first time he gets his heart broken… oof
He’s very socially adept due to his hero training. He’s also well-versed in flirting because that’s just part of the charisma he needs as a hero. Unfair as it might be he’s also not above charming people to get what he wants
But actual, truthful, organic romance?… He’s a little lost on that
So when he finds somebody he really comes to love, only for that love to be taken away, he’s completely floored. It rattles him and it’s a brutal reminder of the dangers of getting emotionally involved with other people when he’s got such a complicated, demanding life. The heartache is too much and he can’t focus and he hates it
It eats at him for a long time. Something’s changed. He doesn’t take sentiment for granted anymore. He comes to fully respect—also resent—the way love can utterly change perspective
Romantically inept as he may be sometimes, he’s… still an absolute SIMP of a man
Do not ever talk down to yourself when he’s around because he goes full cheerleader mode
He just wants to encourage you to find some of that self-love okay he thinks you’re fuckn PRECIOUS and DESERVING and AMAZING—how can you not see that you’re all those things???
He’s so proud when you start sticking up for yourself, or when you speak your mind. Even if it’s small, stupid things like actually telling the waiter that he brought you the wrong food instead of meekly going oh… ok… I guess I can eat this instead
like NO!! STICK UP FOR YOURSELF BABY!! He wants you to be the BEST you
And when he asks you “What do you feel like doing today?”, don’t even think about pulling some “Whatever you want to do, Hawks” bs on him because NOPE. Tell him what YOU want. Please don’t be afraid to have a voice ok because he loves it when you’re confident and clear with what you want
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Halo Anons
Hey all! So I got some anon asks about the Halo stuff from yesterday, and I figured I’d answer them all in one post so I don’t spam your dashes. Here goes!
So how is that legal aren’t the characters owned by someone? Like I know ao3 protects their writers specifically because it’s *unmonetized* fan fiction, that’s why you can’t even share links to your fundraising pages..? Either way congrats! I’ll buy it!! This fic saved me. But you should really put this on ao3 I saw it on Twitter that’s the only reason I know. Im sure there’s others like me who went through a period of needing to read certain chapters more than once. I’d be a nasty shock.
With the legal stuff, that’s why I’ve been editing it. All the names have changed, a lot of their backstories (especially Robert’s) have changed, place names have changed, etc. All the mob stuff was obviously my stuff anyway, so that can stay. But I’ve tried to take “Emmerdale” out of it as much as possible.
As for posting it on AO3, that’s where things get tricky. If I say there why I’m pulling it, I risk losing my account, which I very much want to keep so I can write more Robron stuff in the future. So... yeah.
From my other ask.. you should also notify people on the Robron tag. Really! I’m in an great place now, but half a year ago if I saw this fic was just gone I would have fallen apart. When I say it saved me it honestly did.. I was in a really bad place of SH feeling dirty and worthless and this fic made me feel worthy of help. A therapist that was actually paid for through a child victims program that I didn’t think I deserved to use before reading this. So SO happy it will be a book for others!
That’s something I should do, you’re right. I’ll make sure to put a note up on the Robron tag before I pull it. Also: I’m so glad you’re doing better, love!!!!! You go girl!!!!!!
I am so proud of you!! The boy with the broken halo means so much to me ❤️
Thank you, sweetie! I’m not sure if there’s anything to be proud of yet, but I’m certainly going to try and be worthy of all the amazing people that read the fic.
Too bad so many people already read it 😞you should have withheld the final chapter til your book 😉 Jk a HP writer withheld a chapters til she got enough patreon donors and her account was deleted by ao3 😂 ahh exciting though!!! We didn’t deserve your talent on ao3!!!! 👏🥳 are you allowed to use Robron as the people?
Um... does it count that I’ve technically withheld a wedding epilogue? I mean, it wasn’t nefarious or anything. I’m just writing it now so it’s not like I’ve been sitting on it. But at least there will be something fun for anyone that wants to check it out. And really, I didn’t deserve this amazing fandom. I’m telling you, the comments I got on this story still make me ache to this very day. You all were so incredible.
Does this mean ur not writing anymore Robron now. Im so excited for ur sequel
Congratulations 🥳
I am nowhere near done with these two.
No way that’s amazing!! Cheers to you!! I read that fic twice! Are you able to use Robron or does it have to be original character names? I also had no idea your name is Faith! I assumed Becks was short for Rebecca! My name is Hope and my cats are Faith and Love 😄😻
Oh yeah, my name isn’t Faith. Becks is short for Rebecca. Faith is an homage to my first ever fandom name (savingfaith) and Beckett... Beck... yadda yadda. Hope is such a beautiful name though! And what great cat names as well!
I saw the news on Twitter! 🔥🎊 TBWTBH was amazing!!!! Satisfied both my Robron and mob obsession!!! While I don’t reread fics, I still hate that it’s being deleted! It makes sense though! The cover art is amazing!! 🤩
@scrapyardboyfriends outdid herself on that flipping cover. I am so in awe! It was EXACTLY what I wanted it to be and more!!!
“I’m not making this post to pimp myself“ uhhh why tf not??? You deserve to!!! You’re nothing but supportive and caring towards others in the fandom, so damn girl pimp away!!!
You sir and/or madam are so very kind and if we weren’t in a pandemic I would hug you right now. I wouldn’t even begin to know how to pimp myself, though. I’m the worst salesman on the planet.
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Silken Binds
You know what? Screw it, I’m going to try writing smut for the first time for my birthday. I’ve had something festering in my mind for a while that I've wanted to try getting down. Has swearing as well. NSFW and has bondage, slight voyeurism?, threesome, unprotected sex, and I'm pretty sure of some horrendous cheesiness. Tried my best to keep the reader gender neutral.
Almost a 4k word fic, tf was I doing?
Erasermic x reader
There was a rather odd-looking box at our door one morning. I had my cup of coffee with me and went to get the mail. Hizashi and Shouta have already left for work. The box was bought under Hizashi’s name, so it’s definitely his. Just what has that mischievous man bought this time?
It was rather heavy so I ended up putting down my coffee and bringing it in. I’m not one for snooping, so I ended up putting it on the table in the kitchen. Hizashi can take care of it when he gets back home.
Sitting next to the box and sipping my coffee, I couldn’t help but wonder what it might be. It’s Hizashi though, it could be next to anything. I decided not to dwell on it much and wonder what to do with my day of not working. I’m surprisingly feeling like going out in the public today. The cat cafe is a no-go without Shouta though. He got surprisingly upset last time I went without him and Hizashi. I shiver at remembering the unnecessary lecture. Hmm, there’s the bakery. I haven’t had a good snack from there in a while. Shopping? Ugh, that’s a little too much. Staying home and cleaning? The house doesn’t need it. The forest not too far away? Most likely not safe as well with all the attacks recently. Is anywhere technically safe around here? Not really.
I eventually decided to hang out with a few friends that were free for the day. Two out of the three of them brought their boyfriends. It twinges my heart a little bit at them being together. Of course, I love the ones I’m with, but they’re often busy so we don’t get to be together much. These guys get that time a lot more from not being heroes. I knew this would happen and try to not let it get to me. My other friend who had absolutely no interest in being in a relationship picked up on my mood. She slings her arm over my shoulders. “Hey! What should we do guys? If you guys don’t stop I’ll make ya all dance with my lasers and dance on your graves when I hit ya!”
That got them to stop. Everyone knows she’s not afraid to use her laser quirk that can cut through steel to harm others if they piss her off. One of them seems to be in thought for a minute. “How about the mall? We haven’t been there in a surprising amount of time!” I thought I wasn’t going shopping today! The others agree without question, except for my friend with her arm still slung around my shoulders. She hates shopping just as much as I do. She groans in annoyance, but we’re outnumbered four to two.
Arriving at the mall, it didn’t take long for the day to quickly tick by. Going into the candy store was fun, except buying way too much candy. That’s expected though, and my friend bought twice as much as I did. She has such a sweet tooth it should be illegal. The more we went around, the more I couldn’t get the thought of two specific me out of my head. Like a cool blue leather jacket that Hizashi would rock with no problem, or a tank top with an animated cat holding a steaming coffee cup with a frown on its face Shouta would wear with no objections. The cat was even fluffy and black. Fuck, I really should have figured out their clothing sizes.
The two girls look at me suddenly. “Hey Y/N, when are you getting a boyfriend? Don’t say you're not interested. You wouldn’t shut up about dreaming about having one before.” That made me really nervous. I’ve never told about my relationship. It can be rather… hated by many for a poly relationship.
“Uh…” I kinda already do. They’re just busy often." The girl that was much closer to my height grabbed my shoulders and started aggressively shaking me. "HOW COULD YOU KEEP THAT FROM US!? WHO IS IT!? DO WE-"
My laser friend smacks her hand over their mouth. "Geez, chill, would ya? Maybe they've got a good reason."
"Have the two of you had sex?" Suddenly pipes up the other female. I awkwardly rub the back of my neck. "A few times… they've been busy like I've said lately."
The other girl grabbed my wrist. "We HAVE to get you ready for a sexy surprise for him next time! C'mon!" My eyes widen greatly in fear. Hizashi's teasing is already nearly constant. I'd never hear the end of it if I tried what I think they're going to make me do.
My laser friend knew what they were doing. She quickly grabs my other wrist and manages to get me free from the other. She fakes a yawn. "Oh, man, would you look at the time! We should get going!"
"Aw, alright. Be sure to tell us the juicy details! Next time!" The shorter girl yells to me as my laser friend and I quickly left. She let out a sigh of relief when we get a far ways away from the mall. It was already getting dark.
“Thanks for that. I’d never hear the end of it.”
She nods. “No problem. Can I hang at your place for a bit? Kinda want to catch up more.”
“Of course!” They wouldn’t be home for a while, so a little company wouldn’t hurt. It didn’t take long to get to my- uh… our home. Still have to get used to saying that, living with them and all.
She and I sat in the living room. She looks around as she’s never been to the new place I live. She eventually turns back to look at me. “I know this isn’t my place, but could I ask who you’re dating? I’m really curious why you’d keep it a secret.”
I debated whether or not to tell her. Eventually, I relented and decided to tell her. “This is awkward, but uh… Do you know the heroes Present Mic and Eraserhead?” Her widened eyes show she understood quickly. “No way... No fucking way!” She gently punches my shoulder. “No wonder why you haven’t told anyone!”
“Yeah, the target that would be put on my back wouldn’t be pretty either.” Her movement abruptly stops. “I didn’t think of that. Well, it’s safe with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Obviously, or I wouldn’t have told you.”
And speak of the devil, a certain blond sauntered in. I was surprised. He’s home early. “Hey Songbi- oh, hey! Ya brought company! He quickly plops onto the other side of the couch to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. My friend grew her signature “grossed out” face at us, which made me roll my eyes.
“What are you doing home so early? Don’t you have a radio show tonight?”
He grew a giant smile on his face. “Nope! Sho also got off of work tonight. We decided we haven’t been around much, and want to change that tonight.”
He looks over at my friend who has grown a giant smirk on her face. “You don’t have to tell me twice, dear friend. I just wish you told me your “other” is my closest friend!”
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What? They know each other? Hizashi laughs boisterously. “Ha! Well now ya know, just keep it between the group of us, yeah? We don’t need to worry about our dear other more than we already do.”
“Like I told Y/N, can do,” She stands up. “Hope you have fun with that gift my friend and I worked so hard on.” Hizashi’s smile grew bigger. “We sure will!” My friend quickly leaves after.
I looked at Hizashi questioningly. “What did she mean by that?”
Hizashi grew a very concerning wide smile. "Oh, just something we're testin' on dear Sho tonight. We already talked about it earlier. He's willing to try it."
"Why does that sound concerning? Don't you think I should be informed of this too?"
Hizashi laughs. "I kinda expected ya to open the box by now to figure it out," he beckoned to come towards our bedroom. "C'mon, take a look for yourself!"
I entered to see black silk rope strewn around the bed. It was rather long, and definitely quite sturdy looking. It clicked in my mind of what he meant. I look at Hizashi incredulously. "There's no way you got him to agree to what I think you did."
That damn smirk proved otherwise. There was a sudden heavy sigh behind me. "He did."
I turn to see Shouta. He looks like he's had a really rough day. Worry went through me. With how extra exhausted he seems tonight, maybe we should wait for a different night.
I go up and hug him. He gives one in return. "Maybe we should do this a different night. You need more rest." I informed him as Hizashi came up and gave Shouta a bear hug. He pretended to hate it, but he obviously enjoyed it by slightly relaxing in his embrace.
"... I can handle it. Just let me shower first." Was his only reply as he trudged to the bathroom. It didn't take long for the shower to be turned on.
Hizashi grabs another smaller silk rope from the mess of it on the bed. Most likely a blindfold. I'm not going to lie, a bit of excitement courses through me at the thought of not being the one bound this time.
Of course Hizashi goes through the extra time to get rope for this. Then again, Shouta could most likely easily break through the ropes they use on me. They're thinner and lighter than these.
"Songbird! Be a dear and grab the lube from the dresser near ya would ya?" He asked as he started to unbutton his red button up t-shirt. I grab it from the dresser and toss it on the bed, going back to staring at the hot man in front of me giving off a delectable show. Every button coming undone revealing just a bit more of his chest. He stops at the final button that still needs to be undone and looks at me.
"Well, ya sure seem interested. I must be doing a good job for your attention, huh?" He winks as he slowly undoes the last button and strips off the shirt.
I eye his whole torso with absolutely no embarrassment. "How can I not? You sure know how to captivate an audience~"
"Why, thank you! I try my best! But with you, I don't think I even have to try."
I playfully glare at him. "Is that supposed to mean something?"
"Other than your love for me is more than enough? Maybe. Just kidding!" He quickly hugs me. "That's not near enough! I could never have enough of your attention!"
I roll my eyes at his cheesiness. "Alright, alright. Now let me get undressed." He let go. "Gonna give me a show in return, Songbird?"
"Pfft, please. As if I could ever come even close to putting on such a show."
"Aw, ya don't even have to try! You've always got my attention when your hot self walks into any room with me!”
“You can be so fucking cheesy.” I reply and take off my top clothes. “You know you love it.”
“Mhm, sure.” He eyes my body as we also take off our pants. He eyes me and lets out a whistle. “Damn Songbird, ya sure you ain’t a model?” My face heats up at his compliment.
“Good thing they’re not. I’d rather not share them with the world.” Piped up Shouta from behind me. He was done with his shower already? He only has a towel wrapped around his waist. Hizashi and I share a smirk in appreciation of Shouta’s body. He leans close to me. “Go behind, I’m going to bind him.” I nodded while Shouta raised a brow. Hizashi grabs Shouta’s hand and drags him to sit on the bed.
Shouta ends up sitting in the center of the bed with the rope piled to his left side. I quickly take my place behind him while Hizashi sits in front. He takes off the towel and grabs the rope, quickly starting to bind Shouta.
“Damn Hizashi, when did you learn to bind so well?” I joke. In the process of tying Shouta, he gives me two smaller ropes and winks. “From the best around, who else?”
“Would you two quit it?”
I soothingly rub his sides, feeling the difference of the silk and his skin. The rope being just tight enough to not do any harm, but can still hold him still. “C’mon babe, let me enjoy this a little. Please? It’s not often I’m not the one bound.” I reply to him. His only reply was a grunt of annoyed disapproval, making Hizashi chuckle.
He wraps the silk around the back of Shouta’s neck, finalizing it by tying it somewhere in the front. I guess now it’s my turn. I wrap the slightly longer one around Shouta’s wrists. Arousal and excitement quickly pooling in the bottom of my stomach for what is to come. I reach over him to show the blindfold. My chest was pushed against his back to have it farther from his face for the go-ahead to do so.
It also gave me the view of Shouta’s legs being kept wider apart by the rope being tied at the ends of the bed and his quickly growing erection. “What are ya waitin’ for, Songbird?”
“... You can put it on,” Shouta says, ignoring Hizashi temporarily. “At least someone makes sure it’s okay first.” He finishes slightly condescendingly. I tie it around his eyes, trying my best to make sure it wouldn’t come loose, but it’s not tight enough to cause problems. Hizashi rolls his eyes. “Whatever ya say, Sho. It’s easy to tell you’re enjoying it.” Shouta replies with silence.
He chuckles again and kisses Shouta while starting to play with Shouta’s chest and runs his hands down his stomach, slowly and teasingly going lower. I decided to start by having his tied hands pinned between his body and mine, them being dangerously close to my underwear. I kiss the side of his neck while gently running my hands over his scars. All of them make him look even better.
Shouta’s breathing suddenly becomes shaky as he lurches forward with a grunt. That brought a smirk to my face as I kissed the giant scar on his elbow. “Geez Zashi, already? Give the poor man a bit more time first!” Hizashi laughs again. “No can do, Songbird! Not with such a lovely view in front of me!~”
Shouta grunts again. “Is tha- that all you two got?” I sat farther up on my legs to look more over Shouta’s shoulder and used him to hold some of my weight leaned on him. Looking down, it was easy to tell Hizashi was taking more and more of Shouta’s dick down his throat. He reaches up and starts to toy with Shouta’s nipples with both his hands. I nibble his ear. “For now, yeah. But it’s going to get a lot better later. You won’t know what’s up or down.”
My body was close enough to feel his body shiver with pleasure. “Is that a- ngh- a promise or a threat?” I teasingly nip his neck. “Whichever you want it to be.” I continue to watch Hizashi start to bob his head while starting to suck on Shouta’s neck.
His breathing was rapidly becoming more shaky as he undeniably was getting closer to an orgasm with the minutes ticking by. Watching the rhythmic motion of Hizashi’s mouth on Shouta’s cock set a deeper fire in my stomach of wanting to feel his dick in me myself.
Hizashi moved one of his hands to wrap around the rest of Shouta’s dick. I took that as an invitation to continue playing with one of his nipples myself. I stuck my middle finger a bit down my throat and brought it in front to start rubbing on it. “You two are- definitely persistent.” He hissed.
I laugh and rub a little harder. “Do you even know the two of us by now, Sho? You can’t be forgetting about little old us now!”
"I seem to for- forget."
"That's a dangerous thing to do~"
He finally comes undone with a final pinch to his nipple and Hizashi most likely aided with fondling his balls. He jolts back, almost making me fall backwards from the shifted weight.
Hizashi sits up and wipes the trail of drool off his face, locking eyes with me with a smirk. It's like we could read each other's minds as we nodded to each other and moved off the bed. In the small amount of time he was standing, it was easy to tell his dick was strained against his boxers. That didn't last long though as he quickly stripped them off and sat behind Shouta.
I quickly peel mine off as well and toss them to the floor. Hizashi definitely isn't wrong with the view though. The deep flush on his face just making me want to tease him more. I know how bad of an idea that would be though. He'd get me back tenfold next time.
Hizashi opens the bottle of lube and squirts a rather generous amount on his hand. "C'mon Songbird, get another outta Sho. This'll take a bit!"
"Zashi, what do you thi- ink you're doing? I'm coming for you next time."
"Oh, I'm SO scared! Just kiddin', can't wait for it. For now, I'm enjoyin' the hell outta this!" Shouta lurches forward again. It doesn't take a genius to know why.
To avoid Shouta's no doubt unrelenting punishment for next time, I focus more on deeply kissing him. He tilts his head and is all for it. His scruffy facial hair borders between tickling and being a comfort for how close he is. His hips keep shaking, trying to move away, so Hizashi wraps an arm around to at least keep them slightly more still.
"Damn Sho, ya must be more into this than I thought! I've barely done anything and two are slippin' in easily!
He only replies with a muffled growl from still making out with me. It didn't go unnoticed though. Hizashi doesn't say anything about it and moves Shouta's hair to suck on the unmarked side of his neck.
I stopped kissing Shouta to notice he was getting hard again. He was breathing heavily and it was easy to tell sweat was starting to form. "Hey, Zashi, how's it going now?"
"Workin' on the third! Should I come up there and work ya open too when I'm done?"
"No, I'll be fine. Just pass the lube, will ya?" He does and goes back to what he was doing. I open it and put it on my hands. Closing it, I slowly trail it across his dick. His hips start to jerk again, undecided which way to go, towards my hands or Hizashi's. I recoil a bit at the still slightly slimy feeling of Hizashi's saliva, but I get over it with the help of the lube.
"Damn it you t-two, get on with it."
"Oooh, is dear Sho being the impatient one for once!?"
"Don't… push it."
"Alright babe, just this time!" He grabs the bottle of lube again and squirts more in his hands. While he gets ready for that, I decided to get ready myself. I straddle his and slowly start to sink myself on his dick. The stretch hurts a bit from not fully preparing myself first. It's not nearly as painful as it's been before though, and it didn't take long for the pain to become pure pleasure. It didn’t take long for Hizashi to join either. Shouta shows he’s slightly uncomfortable, but refuses to say it out loud.
We wait an extra minute just to settle things out. Hizashi then tests a thrust out, pushing Shouta deeper into me. Him and I both slip out a moan. “Damn, got ya both singin’!” He jokes, and slightly picks up the pace. He grabs my calves and lifts them in a way Shouta’s dick hits harder with every thrust by pulling me onto him. He may not be nearly as strong as Shouta, but he’s definitely not something to sneeze at. Right now would be proof of that.
Every thrust brought the sparks of pleasure tingling through my body. But what was better was the extra lack of composure I’ve never seen on the man in front of me. I can’t tell what his eyes look like, but his mouth isn’t in a straight line like usual. Hizashi’s thrusts grew harder.
For better support, I wrap my arms around the back of Shouta’s neck. He has no problem leaning up a bit for the three of us to be even closer together. His legs kept trying to jolt up, but the binds stopped him.
“Damn Zashi, you’re re-really not holding back!” I manage to say through my quickly increasing heavy breathing. They weren’t doing too much better. Every hit into my body brought that deep tightening feeling to get even more tight. “When do I not, So-Songbird?” He jokes questioningly. There’s no denying that.
I test things by making my body squeeze Shouta’s dick more tightly. That really seems to help do the trick as he tends to get much closer to reaching his end. It ended up with me cumming first. Like a chain reaction, Shouta ended up next. I felt the heat of his cum shooting into me. “Damn S-Sho! You’re really clenchin’ down on me!”
It only took a few more thrusts for him to cum as well. The three of us sat there for a minute trying to catch our breaths. I take off the blindfold to see his eyes with a caring intensity I’ve never seen. I get off of Shouta and untie the ropes from the bed. Hizashi does the same with untying his arms. Shouta wasted no time in grabbing me and hugging me tightly against his chest. He barely lets go for me to turn around to face him. “Clean up later. Cuddle now.” Hizashi hugs Shouta from behind. “Well, didn’t know THE Shouta was able to be a cuddle monster!”
Shouta replies by pinching Hizashi’s thigh. “Ouch! Okay, no ruining the moment. I get it!”
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So… I tried. It seems too fast paced or missing something. Welp, it is my first time writing something like this, so it’s bound to be bad.
#erasermic x reader#smut#present mic x reader#eraserhead x reader#poly x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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Colorful Fish
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: a bit angst, deals with religious trauma and abortions
A/n: Ok so I strated this a while ago when @coffee--writes gave me a song to write a fic about, the song hinted at helping a girl who had very religious parents andgot pregnant so here is this fic.
Important notice: This deals with religious trauma and some hard-core Catholic beliefs, if that makes you uncomfortable don't read it. Also if you are anti-choice first get tf off my blog, second this deals with abortion it will probably make you uncomfy
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Pain was something everyone lived with. It was scrapes on your knees and cuts in your fingers. It was priced for ears and breakups. Pain kept us alive, it kept us breathing. It told us to eat, to not touch this, or be careful around that.
That's why the numbness was so terrifying.
You wanted to cry but the just tears wouldn't come so your eyes were dry, lids heavy. You didn't feel the ache in your back from the position you had pulled yourself into, the hard tile of the bathroom wall going unnoticed.
You felt like you had been thrust into some sort of thick fog. Your movements were slow and heavy, the rising and falling of your chest happening in half speed.
Your fingers shook as you fumbled with your phone, you typed in your password twice, both times your phone vibrated telling you to try again. You dropped it to the floor where it landed too loudly.
Suddenly you felt sick again, your stomach churning, throwing a fit as you pushed yourself forward, one hand gathering your hair to keep it from your face as the other clutched the cool porcine of the toilet.
You vomited twice, heaving for breaths before letting your head fall back to the wall again.
You stretched to reach the handle flushing the tainted water. You tried your phone again finally opening it on the fourth try and found the desired contact at the top of your recents. You pressed call holding the device to your ear.
A gravelly voice picked up on the third ring.
"Princess do you have any idea what time it is?" Sirius asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his spare hand.
You tried to speak your head feeling far away.
Sirius paused another moment, "Baby are you okay?"
"I'm pregnant." your voice was hollow.
The line dropped, nothing but silence responding.
Sirius felt his heart fall into his stomach "I'm sorry, what?"
You sighed, your mouth still thick with bile, "I'm pregnant." you repeated.
It was quiet for a while, the small sounds of Sirius's breaths the only thing telling you he hadn't hung up.
"Well what do you want to do?" he finally asked, bewilderment stinging his tone.
You paused squeezing your eyes shut, teeth gritted, "I don't fucking know." you finally responded, "I just threw up like four times and I'm exhausted. All I want to do right now is sleep."
"Then do that." Sirius replied, "Do you want me to come over?"
You shook your head, "No, my mom already hates you enough she would throw a fit if she found you in my bed."
Sirius licked his lips hand running through his hair "Okay, I'll talk to you in a few hours. Sleep well."
"Bye Siri," you mumbled.
"I love you princess."
"Love you too."
He was gone with a click.
You pulled yourself to your feet by the edge of your sink, pushed open the door slowly, and padded to your bedroom. You fell asleep only minutes after your head hit the pillow.
You had never had too much of a problem growing up Catholic. The sure church was boring and prayers could be a pain but it hadn't had that much of an effect on your life until you grew older.
Your first boyfriend had shown you the ugly colors your mother painted your religion with.
At fifteen you were sat down and told you would be going to hell if you did anything more than kiss the young boy you were with.
At sixteen you were told not to be friends with that girl because she was a queer and not that boy because he never went to church.
By seventeen you lived in fear of your mother and her God. Your respect for both deteriorating as you realized that God wasn’t nearly as kind as everyone else seemed to believe he was. Crosses started to look like knives as you struggled to figure out what the hell you were supposed to be.
When you met Sirius- a long-haired pagan with a pentagram tattooed on his ankle everything changed. He made things easy, he told you to believe what you wanted to, not what you were told. So you did.
But that didn’t change the whispers of your neighbors and the hatred in your mother’s eyes when Sirius picked you up.
Your mother had begged you to break things off with Sirius more times than you could count on one hand. It was one of the few things you didn’t let her convince you to do. Her words were sweet but the aftertaste was always bitter.
So instead she ignored his existence, pretending you were single as she shoved your neighbor’s son's down your throat. You learned to live with it just as she learned to turn a blind eye to the roar of your boyfriend’s motorcycle.
Out of all the ways you expected to wake a shrill scream was not one. Your heart launched and you popped upwards just as your mother slammed your door open. Its knob hit your wall so hard she would find chipped paint behind it later that night.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” You asked in a mild panic half expecting Micheal Myers to come crashing in after her.
But no one followed and instead, she stared at you in a way you had never seen before, her eyes narrowed her mouth in a tight scowl that reminded you of cracked leather, “You little slut.” she hissed.
Your eyes widened, “Mom?”
“You whore!” She shrieked and you flinched, knees coming to your chest, “I always knew you would embarrass our family like this.”
Your vision blurred, “What are you talking about?”
The pregnancy test hit you in the cheek hard enough to sting and your stomach churned.
“Get out.” your mother snarled.
“Mom, I swear I never meant for you to find out.” You whimpered.
She stiffened, “So you were just gonna kill the baby then?”
You weren’t sure how to respond.
“I will not have any sluts in my house let alone murders.” She heaved, “Call your satanist boyfriend and get out of my house.” With that, she turned on her heels and slammed your door shut behind her.
Sirius woke to the sound of his phone ringing again, he groaned, his eyes opening slowly as he tried to process the bright world around him. His phone was on its last ring when he finally picked up.
“Hey y/n/n what's-” He stopped as a broken sob met him.
You spoke no actual words, only nonsense cut by sniffles and whimpers.
Sirius was shocked awake already out of bed, phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder. “Baby, I need you to calm down.” He spoke slowly, “What’s going on, where are you?”
“I-I,” another sob, “She kicked me out Siri.” you cried.
“What? Who? Your mom?” He asked, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on.
You nodded only realizing he couldn’t hear you a couple of seconds after, “Yeah, She-” You hiccuped, “She found the pregnancy test a-and,” You broke into sobs again.
Sirius stopped in his tracks. Right. You’re pregnant, “I'll be there in ten minutes okay?”
You nodded again, “Okay.”
“Do you want me to stay on the line?” Sirius asked as he attempted to put jeans on with one hand.
“No, it's not safe to dive on the phone.” You croaked, “I gotta pack anyway.”
“Okay, I love you y/n.”
“Love you too.”
The line clicked and Sirius swore throwing his phone onto his unmade bed just go pick it up again and call Remus.
His friend picked up after two rings, “Jeez Sirius did someone die? You’re never up this early.”
Sirius wished he found that funny, “Y/n’s pregnant.”
Silence greeted him back, “You’re kidding.”
“I really wish I was,” He sighed, “Her bitch mother found out and kicked her out too.”
A pause, “Oh shit.”
“Yeah. Look I’ve gotta go pick her up but I’m gonna call you back later okay?”
”Got it.”
When the tears finally died the numbness came back like the effects of some sort of drug. You packed in silence shoving everything you could fit into a backpack you had from a trip you took in the 10th grade and a duffle bag, which still smelled like your field hockey socks.
The doorbell didn’t even ring, instead, you heard a shriek followed by heavy footsteps. Sirius entered your room and slammed your door on your mother who was chasing him down the hall.
Neither of you spoke as he drew you into a hug, your chin on his shoulder watching the door which never opened.
“You packed?” He asked and you nodded gesturing at the bags on your bed.
As you exited your room your mother just glared at you. You hung your head, tears landing on your sneakers.
Sirius felt his anger grow hot, it was never easy to tame and it roared loud in his ears. He stopped just inside the house watching as you descend the porch before turning to your mother who stared at him from the living room.
He scowled at her sneer, “Go fuck yourself, you bitch.” he spat, middle finger in the air.
You pretend nothing happened as you climbed onto his motorcycle tightening your backpack straps and whipping your tears.
You found yourself over Sirius’s toilet vomiting as you sobbed. He could do nothing but hold your hair away from your face and rub circles on your back, his own vision clouded by tears. You passed out not but twenty minutes later, crying yourself to sleep on his chest. After about an hour of watching you sleep, Sirius heard a knock on the door. He got up carefully, you didn’t even stir.
He opened the door to see Remus, his hands shoved into the pockets of his denim jacket. Sirius welcomed him in and he sat at the coffee table as Sirius got them each a beer.
“Is y/n here?” Remus asked.
“Yeah, she’s sleeping,” Sirius responded.
Remus nodded, taking note of the red tinge around his friend’s eyes, “Do you guys have any idea what you’re going to do?”
Sirius shook his head, “We haven’t even talked about it yet, when she got here she started throwing up and then passed out.”
Remus waited a moment, “Do you want to keep it?”
Sirius wasn’t surprised by the question, he had been asking himself the same for hours now, “I don’t fucking know, I mean, we’re nineteen, we haven’t even talked about marriage yet, let alone kids.” His thoughts swirled, “And I haven’t even spoken to my parents since I was sixteen and now her mom practically disowned her I mean,” He sighed, “I just don’t know.”
“Whatever you guys decide you know James, Lily, and I will be here for you,” Remus said patting Sirius on the shoulder.
He nodded, “I just can’t believe her mother kicked her out. I mean she’s her only daughter ya know and I just- I knew they hated me but I never thought she would do this to her.”
“Parents do terrible things Pads, you should know that.” Remus sighed.
“Yeah, but you should have seen the way her mother looked at her. It was like she had committed some unforgivable crime or something, it was like she actually hated her.”
“It’s cuz she does.” You murmured dully from the hallway.
Sirius froze and Remus shifted uncomfortably.
You gave them both a battered smile, “It’s fine, it’s not like I don’t know.”
“Y/n I-,”
“Really, it’s fine Sirius.” You said taking a seat beside him, “I’m over it.” That was a blatant lie.
The three of you talked about meaningless things for a while, the distraction feeling like a breath of fresh air amongst the garbage you had been shoved into. You ordered Chinese takeout offering for Remus to stay for dinner but he explained he had classes in the morning and should probably be studying.
The easy atmosphere only lasted for a bit after he left and by the time dinner had arrived you felt like crying again.
Finally, Sirius brought it up, “So what do you want to do?” he spoke solemnly.
You paused a shuddering sigh leaving your lips, “We can’t have a kid Sirius.”
“If you wanted to we could make it work.” Sirius countered.
“We can’t have one Siri.” You repeated.
“Listen y/n I could make it work, I would propose and-”
You scoffed.
Sirius furrowed his brows, “What?”
“Nothing.”
Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t slept even 5 hours the night before or maybe it was because he was stressed but for some reason that hurt, his thoughts spiraling, “You wouldn’t marry me?”
You looked confused, “What? I never said that.”
“You don’t have to.” He glared at you.
“What are you talking about Sirius?” You asked.
“I’m talking about the idea of me proposing to you being so laughable.” He snapped.
Your face contorted in anger, “First of all I didn’t laugh at you, second it’s ridiculous because we are NINETEEN!”
More hurt, his thoughts went darker, “So you are admitting you wouldn’t marry me?”
“Right now I wouldn’t.” you respond.
Your words stung, “Why not?”
“I just told you!” You yelled, “We’re too young!”
Sirius paused, you were right, you were too young, “You’re right I’m sorry.” he sighed, “I’m just kind of tired right now.”
“I know Siri,” You mumbled, “I am too.”
Silence fell as you both found yourself trying to pull together a piece of your sanity. The clock ticked and the wind shuddered the windows in their frames.
“I don’t want a kid Sirius.” You sighed, “I know you don’t either.”
He didn’t protest, you were right yet again.
“I’m going to go to the clinic tomorrow.” You spoke, “It’s definitely the best option.”
“What about your mom.” Sirius asked, “You know she would never forgive you.”
There was another moment of quiet, “I think I’m okay with that.” you spoke and you were telling the truth.
A strange sense of relief filled you as you sat in the clinic's parking lot, you were finally putting this behind you, your life could go somewhat back to normal. Except for the fact that you were going back to your house in two days when you knew your mom was gone to clean out your room of course. It felt good to be out of that house, the eggshells you were so used to walking on being replaced by Sirius hardwood floors and patterned rugs. Something about all of this felt right, like you had taken that leap and instead of hitting the harsh rock you expected, you hit warm water filled with colorful fish.
Your mother didn’t try to contact you for years, sometimes you forget she even existed. You kept yourself busy, finally deciding on a major for college and helping Lily and James with a wedding and then a child.
Living with Sirius was like a dream, sometimes when you got up early you would just watch him sleep, his hair always hanging in front of his eyes as he took slowed, heavy breaths. You taught him how to properly cook food, something he had been incapable of doing for far too long. You were truly happy for the first time in a while.
When you were twenty-two Sirius got on one knee and you could not have said yes faster. You were ready then.
Three weeks before the wedding you got a call from your mother. You damn near dropped the phone when you heard her voice. Part of you expected an apology the other part knew she was far too stubborn. And she was, you didn’t even listen to her lecture on how you were marrying a nobody, instead, you hung up and blocked the number.
You had the wedding in late spring, just before the flowers began to wilt and turn to leaves, Remus got himself ordained and you sealed it all with a kiss under a cherry tree. You and Sirius were okay with having no relatives at your wedding because while no blood of yours was in the audience your true family was and that was all that mattered.
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HAVE YOU SEEN THE ARMPITS OF TRANSFORMERS? WHAT HINGES AND CABLES ARE THERE? CAN YOU HEAD WHERE THE HUMAN CATCHES HORNY ON HIS ARMPITS WHEN TF RAISES HIS HAND UP
YOU ARE ABUSING MY PERSONAL KINKS YOU BITCH. THIS IS M E-
"How was the mission, big rig?"
"Great!"
Breakdown transformed as he walked back onto the ship, and of course, he headed right for the med bay, where not only Knockout stood, but their cute little human pet. They were a recent addition to the decepticons, but they were used to fool the autobots again and again, so they kept them around. Some liked it, some didn't, and Knockout, alongside Breakdown, liked them, a LOT. Hell, they were always in one of their front seats. They looked up from their phone, nodding at Breakdown, who nodded back.
"So we made big M happy today?"
"Definitely. I hammered Bulkhead RIGHT in his face, AND managed to get the relic for Megatron. Should've seen him! Knowing I put his aft in his place!"
Knockout chuckled, leaning against the work bench in order to check Breakdown out, VERY obviously.
"Oh, well look who's the muscles on board~"
Breakdown, ever the guy to get big headed from a compliment, flexed rather obviously, lifting his arms up in order to show them off.
"I mean, these aren't JUST for show, doc."
They looked up from their phone, in order to yell that they were hopeless gay robots (they always thought that was funny), when they looked right at Breakdown. Now mechs didn't sweat, but condensation was a thing, usually when a bot overworked themselves in a super hot desert. And Breakdown definitely had some under his arms. Breakdown's hinges and cables looked so shiny and they swore they could feel the heat from here. Just...a big jumble of wet, hot metal. Metal that was used to carry those big, strong arms. Metal that was used to beat up those stupid autobots.
"Right fleshie?"
"Hmm? Sorry I uh...spaced out."
"I was saying, you of course, knew that Bulkhead didn't have ANYTHING on these, right? Especially when I had his big, green idiot in a chokehold."
"Oh do demonstrate, Breaky, we know you want to."
"Gladly! So I had my arm wrapped around him like this right, and I had his head RIGHT here-dude was thrashing like a spark rat!"
Breakdown lifted one of his arms, smacking at his armpit as if to demonstrate. And yes, they were ABSOLUTELY looking. Completely. It was hot, and god dammit they couldn't handle themselves.
"So did you like. But his face there?"
They both turned to look at them, curious. Breakdown looked at his armpit, before shaking his head.
"Not his FACE exactly. Why?"
"I mean, it just feels more like a middle finger to him, I think. I mean...you putting his face in there...getting the condensation on his face-I feel like that'd be humiliating."
Breakdown looked perplexed, before seeming to buy it, shaking his head rapidly.
"Yeah! I can see that! You know what, that's a GREAT idea! Here, take a picture, imma let him know what's comin'!"
They didn't need to be told twice. They took a picture (a few) of Breakdown's nearly steaming armpit. They were sent to Breakdown, upon his request, and saved to their phone. For no reason. At all.
#asks#lemon#seriously#I have such a thing for armpits#and ROBO armpits#you go to hell anon i feel so called out#breakdown#knockout#also when bulkhead got the message#he had no clue wtf was happening#imagine a dude sending you a picture of his sweaty armpit and being like 'imma hammer your ass next time we meet'
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