#I HOPE URE DOING ALRIGHT TOO BTW!!!

[akinachiri]

hi hii !! i hope you’re alright :D would.. would you like a froggy cup coaster? :>

HIHI IM DOING FINE!! OMG FROGGY COASTER........ YES!!!!!!

[rinhaler]

just had the crazy thought in the middle of trader joes🫣 bf!ino begging reader to let sukuna fuck her infront of him😵‍💫 i just know sukuna would agree to the idea so fast😭

but anyways i hope you're doing alright❤️

as soon as I read this request I went feral btw I haven't written anything this quickly in a while KGHJFLSGHSKA thank you so much for this nonnie I hope u enjoy and I hope ur doing well 💕

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), cucking, cuck!ino, coercion, dry humping, male masturbation, daddy!kink, oral m+f receiving, head pushing, fingering, calls your pussy 'she', overstimulation, vaginal sex, hair pulling, creampie, squirting.

words: 3.9k

He’s waiting.

He’s been waiting since he got to your apartment.

You and Takuma have never been coy around each other, no matter who’s around. What was meant to be a chill movie night with a few drinks and some weed has really just been you and him making out on the couch, dizzied by the alcohol and drugs coursing through your system.

And still, Sukuna has been waiting.

Waiting for his friend to ask what he’s been waiting to ask.

“I love you…” you whisper, or at least you think you do. It’s louder than intended. What was meant to be breathy love language reserved solely for your partner has garnered Sukuna’s attention, too.

And rather than your boyfriend returning your words. He looks at you, no, through you. His pink haired friend looks at him coldly out of the corner of his eye.

Waiting.

You’re bold, though. When he doesn’t speak right away, you grab his face and pinch his cheeks until his lips are puckering. His warm brown eyes gaze down at you, his concentration fully broken from Sukuna, now.

“I said: I love you, Takuma.” you repeat.

“Baby…” he grins and bites his lip before kissing you softly. “You know I love you too.” he assures you, his head lowering to kiss along your jawline. You can’t repress the gentle moan you emit as you feel his hand travel up your baggy t-shirt and hold your side just below your breast, his thumb stroking across your ribs.

“How much?” you wonder, eyes heavy and bloodshot as you wait for a response. He looks at you again, a little puzzled that you’d even ask.

“How much?” he quirks his brow. “How much do you love me, baby? Tell me… Wanna hear ya,” he smirks.

“More than anything… I’d do anything for you, Takuma. I love you s’much.” you say slowly, pridefully. Adoration interspersed with your casual tone makes his cock throb. His eyes are full as he hears you tell him with ease how much you love him.

Before he can say anything, though, Ino’s eyes stray at the sound of his friend stirring in his spot on the couch. He’s hunched over, lighter in one hand and spliff in the other. He lights it, almost too quickly, and he’s soon leaning back again. His red eyes stare daggers at Ino, his expression is unreadable, but Ino knows the intent behind his glare.

He's waiting, but he’s losing patience.

“Maybe we should go to bed early.” you hint to your boyfriend, wiggling your eyebrows at him in hopes he’ll understand your meaning.

He does.

But instead of looking excited, or interested, he looks between you and your friend. Sukuna exhales a hearty plume of smoke into the air, resting the crown of his head back onto the couch as he stares at the ceiling. The movie is of no interest to any of you, now. You want some alone time with Takuma, and Sukuna is considering leaving.

“W-Wait,” he mutters, cupping your face with both hands and searching your loving gaze. “Anything, really? You mean it?”

“… Well… yeah. I- I guess, yeah. Is something wrong?” you wonder, worry and paranoia flooding through you before you know it. You can feel your heart beginning to beat faster, until his thumbs gently rub against your cheeks. You’re instantly soothed, and further relaxed when you feel a gentle press of your boyfriend’s lips against your own.

“No, baby, nothin’. You’re perfect. You’re always so perfect f’me…” he says, kindly, and you can’t stop the cheesy grin that works its way across your face when you hear him. You lean in to kiss him again, but he pulls away suddenly. “There’s… something… I wanna do. Well, I wanna try.” he explains.

You sit up a little as you look at him, curiosity filling you. You briefly look at Sukuna, almost forgetting he's there until you hear him toss his lighter onto the coffee table.

“If you wanna fuck tonight. Maybe we can try it now…” he starts, sheepishly. His words become dry in his throat and lost in the atmosphere. You’re a little embarrassed that he’s proposing something about your sex life in front of your mutual friend, but you try and ignore his presence. You’re all high, it doesn’t really matter.

“What is it, baby?” you whisper. You close the distance between the two of you, kissing his cheek repeatedly as you wrap your arms around his neck. It’s a passionate bid to give him the confidence he needs to tell you what’s on his mind.

There’s no delicate way for him to ask you what he wants to ask. It’s so perverse, so lewd and debauched. He feels guilty for even thinking it. But it’s rotting his brain.

He keeps breathing, his words dissipating on his tongue as he finds and loses the ability to say what’s he’s dying to say.

“C’mon, baby… you can tell me.” you smile. You start to get nervous again as you can tell he’s wrestling with his thoughts. You have no idea what he could be thinking. It’s a worry, though, thinking your boyfriend has some depraved kink he’s about to spill in front of you as well as his friend.

Why is he doing this now?

“I um… fuck. I— babe, I just. I think it would be… f-fun. Uhhhh…”

“Ask her already.” a dark growl reverberates through your body as you’re once again reminded you aren’t alone. Sukuna stands to his feet, bending down to stub out his joint before he moves behind you. You gasp as you feel his fingers on your jaw forcing your head in place as he keeps your eyes on Takuma’s. “Look at your girl and ask her your dirty favour, pussy.”

Ino gulps, eyes flitting between yours and his. And still, even now, he can’t bring himself to ask. Sukuna gives him time. Plenty of time, before ultimately scoffing. You whimper a little as your head jerks to face him. His hand squeezes your face, not to dissimilarly to what you had done to Takuma moments prior. Your lips puckering as he levels his face with your own.

“He has a weird fetish, princess. He wants to see another man fuck the love of his life. Ain’t that strange?” he smirks, darkly.

You think you’ve misheard him. He lets go of your face and you snap your gaze to see Ino. He’s blushing furiously and has seemingly lost the ability to speak. He can barely even look at you. And that is enough proof, but still.

“Really?” you ask, you try your best to stay calm. It’s a little stern, but casual enough to not seem like a big deal.

“… Y-Yeah. AGH!” he yells as your hand slaps across his face, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. He looks at you, he seemed ready to yell at you until he sees tears welling in your eyes. “B-Baby? Don’t… Don’t hate me, please. I—”

“You— did you invite him here tonight for this? You told him before me… How—”

“Wait, wait. It wasn’t like that!” he stops you. “We were just, ugh, what was it? Oh, porn! We were talking about different categories and I said I’d been watching some, y’know, cuck shit. S’dumb, I’m so sorry. But I just watched it because I was curious and then I started thinking about it everyday and I thought about us trying it ‘n I just said all that shit to him when I was stoned.”

“So?” you respond. “You invited him over ‘n got me drunk and high ‘n thought I’d just say yes?!”

“No. Well… maybe… a little…” he says, voice trailing off as he thinks about the whole thing a little further. “Shit, I was scared to ask. Because it’s fucking weird and I know it’s weird. I feel like a fucking freak for this, baby. What kinda guy wants to see another dude fuck his girl? It’s weird.”

You don’t speak again for a while, letting him simmer in what he’s saying. It’s not that you are outwardly against it, but you’re not intoxicated enough to ignore how wrongly he went about this. And it’s hard to ignore Sukuna’s looming figure beside you, he’s so intimidating without even trying.

“… Please don’t hate me.” he mumbles as he stares down at his feet. “It’s been driving me crazy, y’know. Thinking about how hot you’d look like that.”

“It’s your decision.” Sukuna says, dropping to the balls of his feet to look at you again. “It’s just sex, sweetheart. I can make you feel good, ‘n you’ll make me feel good. And I think it’ll make that perverted boyfriend of yours feel good, too.”

You look into his eyes as he speaks. It’s not like you’ve never thought of it before. He’s a giant, he’s huge and he has the aura of a man who knows how to fuck. You aren’t dissatisfied in your sex life with Takuma in the least. But everyone has fantasies, right? Everyone has thoughts on what they might be missing out on.

“B-Baby? Please. Just once, I just wanna try it once.” Takuma tells you. It’s a little pathetic how desperate he sounds. And for some twisted reason, it turns you on. How he’s begging to see you receive pleasure at the hands of another man.

You’ve somehow managed to romanticise this depravity. Because now, you feel good about this. Whether intentional or not, Takuma Ino has made you feel like a goddess.

And so, dumbly, you find yourself nodding. His eyes light up, confusion, elation, and unadulterated lust flows through him. You’re caught off guard as Sukuna cups your face with one hand, capturing your lips in a searing kiss before grabbing under the bend of your knee and letting it roam up the back of your thigh.

“N-Now?!” you ask in a panic, breaking the kiss before he returns it once more.

“Yes. Now.” Sukuna tells you, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the couch he had been sitting on. You’re straddling him, rolling your hips unashamedly as he smirks into your kiss. “You’re soaked, princess.” he says. It’s quiet, but loud enough for Ino to hear.

He palms himself over his sweats as he watches you both, a sultry moan leaves you as you feel rough hands squeeze the fat of your tits over your t-shirt. He tugs at your nipple, licking into your mouth as he pulls away.

“Suck daddy’s cock, baby. Heard you’re a pro.” he grins.

You shuffle off of his lap and between his legs. He goes to undo his belt before you beat him to sit. He interlocks his fingers behind his head as he watches you. He swears if he had blinked he would have missed how quickly you freed his length. Your eyes bulge as it springs out from it’s denim prison and you pull down his jeans and underwear in tandem.

He doesn’t give you any time to marvel at his gargantuan size before he’s lacing his fingers through your hair and guiding his cock to your lips. He’s massive, you feel it as each agonising inch sinks into your mouth and nudges at the back of your throat.

He moans boisterously as you struggle to accommodate him, head rolling back as he looks up at the ceiling above. He chuckles, pushing your head again and again to set a pace for himself, barely considering your lung capacity or pleasure in the least.

His eyes are heavy, lust drunk and purposeful as he looks down at you. Your own are watery and pathetic. You’re overwhelmed and yet you can’t help but chase a desperate desire to please him. You want to impress him, you want him to feel good.

You’re both reminded of your actual boyfriend’s presence when he moans pathetically. Your teeth graze Sukuna’s cock and he hisses at the sensation.

“Focus on me.” he tells you, voice gravelly and intimidating before his eyes move to look at Ino. “Are you really getting off on this? Fucking pervert. Your girlfriend’s choking on my cock and you look like you’re gonna blow your load. Y’think that’s normal?”

“S-Shut up.” he moans softly, the all too familiar sound of sticky, aroused skin fapping fills the room.

You feel your cunt grow wetter by the second. The intense knowledge of everything going on in the room is sending your self esteem into overdrive. You’re doing it for Takuma. And you want to make Sukuna proud.

“Here…” Sukuna grabs his phone. You panic as you see him point it down at you, unwillingly to let him keep video evidence of this twisted transgression. He holds your head down with ease with his free hand, and it’s all you can do to focus on breathing through your nose. You begin to calm as you feel another phone ring behind you. “Answer.” Sukuna instructs.

Ino scrambles to answer the incoming call, moaning further when he sees the perfect first person view of your mouth stuffed full of his best friend’s dick.

“Give him a show baby, he likes it.” Sukuna growls, cupping the crown of your head as he allows you to bob your head at your own pace. “You really are a good little cocksucker. Might have to keep you. Doesn’t she look pretty, Ino?”

“S-So pretty, baby. Fuck, look at ya…” he breathes, slowing down on his own pleasure so he doesn’t cum too fast.

“Look at her squirming, think she’s enjoying all the attention. Is your little pussy dripping ‘cause you’re our pretty star tonight?” he smirks. And at that, you nod. You can’t help yourself. Despite you being the one to please him, you’re completely at his mercy. “Mmm, think I wanna see for myself.” he tells you, yanking you away from his length by your roots.

You gasp, breathless with an aching jaw as you get used to your mouth being your own again. He coos at you, red eyes softening as he admires your drool soaked face.

“Look at what I’ve done to your girl.” Sukuna says as he manhandles you.

He picks you up and turns you so that you’re able to make eye contact with your boyfriend. Ino looks up from his phone so he can observe you with his own eyes. Your eye makeup has streaked beautifully down your cheeks. Your lips are swollen and dampened with slick drool and precum. He has to stop touching himself completely when he looks into your shimmering eyes. They’re filled with water and emotion, the sight of you is better than he ever imagined.

“Say thank you, sweetheart.” Sukuna commands and he firmly grips your jaw. “Gotta say thank you to your boyfriend for letting you have the time of your life with me.”

“T-Thank you, Takuma… thank you.”

“Aw… you’re both a little pathetic, hm? But that’s okay.” Sukuna snarls as he picks you up again, tossing you onto the couch like you’re nothing. You’re a weightless object for him to do with as he pleases. “Let me see you, princess. I want a taste.” he explains. Soon enough, your panties and shorts disappear from your body and he’s face to face with your bare cunt.

He grabs your hand, forcefully shoving his phone into it so you can show your boyfriend what he’s doing.

It’s humiliating.

Your whole body runs hot as he loops his arms around your thighs and buries his face between your legs. A powerful moan rips through you as he gently pulls up the hood of your clit and targets it with a darted tongue.

Tears spill over your eyes as you try to close your legs, much to his dismay, and he pries them apart with ease. He doesn’t let up, your whole body trembling uncontrollably as he continues his assault.

You hold the phone with one hand as the other cards through his pretty pink locks. And at that, he moans. The timbre of his voice vibrates against your skin.

“B-Baby?” Ino speaks, quietly, “Feel good?”

“Fucking. Amazing.” you announce, unashamedly. Your toes curl as you feel two thick fingers delve into your hot cunt. It’s too much. You feel like you might burst as his fingers curl and you try desperately to escape the onslaught. But one muscular bicep around your thigh is more than enough to keep you exactly where he wants you.

“You’re staying right here, sweetheart.” he tells you casually before looking up at you. “You won’t cum if you run away from me.”

“Hnnnng, fuck.” you respond, embarrassingly. All semblance of thought leaves you in the form of slippery slick pooling out of your cunt as he finger fucks you relentlessly. He smirks as he watches, slurping up your juices with obscene satisfaction.

“Pretty little pussy, she’s flutterin’ for me. Just cum for daddy, know you wanna.” he grins.

You’re barely able to think as he immediately swipes his tongue over your throbbing clit. His fingers work in tandem to hammer against your g-spot before you begin to squirm uncontrollably.

“Fu- nngh! D-Daddy! Haah~!” you cry out repeatedly, chanting a slew of daddy’s before you feel your body start to crumble and fall slack. You pant heavily, the phone you were holding a distant memory as the only thing on Ino’s screen is a shot of the ceiling.

He’s holding back, again. Ogling your body as he sees sweat droplets beading on your skin. Your entire body is relaxed, calm. You’re wholly spent and satisfied for the evening, you do nought but watch Sukuna repeatedly pepper kisses on your inner thighs.

“You look happy,” he tells you as he looks up.

“You’re… you’re good at that…” you say, finally feeling shame wash over you as you realise you just came on your boyfriend’s best friend’s face. “That was—”

“Was? Didn’t say we’re done, baby.” he cuts you off. Before you can ask what he means, he’s pulling you onto the ground with him by your wrist. “I didn’t get to cum yet, did you really think we were through here?”

“S-Shit, sorry!” you gasp, utterly powerless as he bends you over the coffee table. Even if your body wasn’t so relaxed, you’d still be a ragdoll to him.

“He needs to see your face while I ruin this beautiful cunt.” he smirks, parting your legs with his muscular thigh. He tuts as he observes your form, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “What is this, baby? I know no one else has made you cum that hard but you need to look pretty when you have an audience.” he explains.

He pulls your hair aggressively until your back is in a beautiful arch. Your fingers grip desperately onto the sides of the coffee table, your tits squashed against the cool glass breaks your body temperature as you’re unsure of whether you’re freezing cold or boiling hot.

Your body soon flushes again as you feel Sukuna guide his heavy tip to your entrance. He teases your hole repeatedly, the sticky tacking sound is the only thing that can be heard; alongside Ino’s self-pleasure.

He grunts as he slams into you with a powerful thrust. Your eyes cross and you feel as though you could pass out from the pressure brewing in your core.

“Fuuuuuuck, tiny princess cunt’s a tight li’l hugger.” he tells you before holding onto your hips with a bruising grip. Your ass and thighs ripple with each brutal deliverance from his desperate humping.

This, now, isn’t for you. If you feel pleasure, that is a bonus. You feel it in the way he savagely pounds into your wet walls, you are his toy that is designed to make him cum.

“You look so pretty, babe. D-Does it feel good? Y’look so fucked out.” Ino smirks, biting his lip as his fist becomes a blur. “Can you— describe it for me, baby.” he requests.

“Unfff, f-fuck. He’s— I feel— him— here.” you tell him before pointing to your throat. He lets out a guttural moan at that, and if your mind wasn’t already so hazy, you’d be amazed that he was truly getting off on this.

“Glad he’s making you feel s’good, babe. Knew he would…” he trails off. “Are you gonna let him fill you up?” he asks, face dropping a little as he hears a scoff from Sukuna.

“Tch. Sick bastard.” he says in response. He bends over, his sweat coated skin presses into your back and he continues to desperately hump into you like a primal animal. He moves your hair aside as he sensually bites and kisses your earlobe. You could just about cum when you feel him lick the skin behind your ear, tangled with an amalgamation of eager, determined moans. “He wants me to breed you like an animal. Would ya like that, princess? Can daddy fill your precious little pussy up?”

You nod, quickly. Your vision blurry as you think you might be genuinely about to pass out from the pleasure. You’re utterly blinded by it. The feeling of his cock bullying itself into you and repeatedly kissing your sweet spot is like no other feeling you’ve experienced before.

And still, even in your cock drunk mind, you can’t help but wonder how you’ll ever be able to live without feeling him inside of you again.

He pulls your body up with his own, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing just enough to keep you barely conscious. You’re pointlessly grabbing for anything to grab onto, but there’s nothing. His free hand rubs your clit vigorously, and you know you’re soon to be a goner.

“That’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl, milk daddy’s cock jus’ like that. Juuus’ like that. So tight f’me, mmmpf, so fucking tight for me. Perfect pussy’s not gonna let me go. Gonna cum with me, yeah? Come on, cum on daddy’s cock, make a big mess. Umpf, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

He practically roars, feeling not an ounce of shame as he fucks his thick, heavy load into you. You’re no better, though, whining pathetically as a waterfall gushes from between your legs for the first time in your life. It arouses Ino more than anything ever has in his entire life, so at that, he finally let’s go. Coating his hand in shimmering white globs as he watches Sukuna forcefully make out with you through your high.

Sukuna pulls you back with him as he sits on the couch with you on his lap, pulling out of your hot, sullied cunt as the mixture of clear liquid and pearlescent sperm drips from your throbbing hole. He slaps his cock against your clit, your entire body jolting with each repeated smack.

“Did you— fuck, baby, that was perfect… Did you have fun?” Ino asks, almost breathlessly as he wipes the mess from his hand on his sweatpants.

Sukuna looks up at your near lifeless body, you don’t even have the energy to look at either of them let alone speak. He smirks, at that, before turning his attention to Ino.

“Don’t think she’s ever been fucked so good in her life,” Sukuna grins. “I don’t think you’re gonna have a girlfriend for much longer.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[tojisun]

https://x.com/raspb3rry_angel/status/1738593739902255616?s=46&t=dQdAclJh9_X4qFDs38sC_Q

all i see in this gif is price and im losing itshxjdjsjsh OHMYGODDD

btw i love ur work sm!!!

OH U GOT ME GAGGED W THIS ONE HELLO - gif p link

no yea thats price 100%!! im actually tearing down the walls and screaming!!!

!! smut - minors dni; discussions of bondage/choking; D/s; unedited :>

john was the one who asked if it was alright to do it. it being him choking you.

you blinked up at him in shock, minute tremors racking your body as images flashed before your mind: you, bound and helpless, and john, looming over you with his hand wrapped around your neck. because that had been the natural assumption – john’s beautiful hands, aged and scarred but so, so big and wide choking you.

so you said yes, breathless yourself. and john, beautiful and ragged john, smiled and reached forward to brush your hair away from your face. you were acutely aware of the size of his hand against your cheek, and you feel floaty, too hyper-focused on the way it feels so close to your pressure point.

then, john decided he had to ruin you even more because within the next heartbeat, he whispered, “you’ll look so good in leather,” before standing up to leave. you gaped at his words in surprise, body freezing, but john did not elaborate nor put whatever he meant into action.

until now, that is.

your front is pressed flushed against the mattress, john’s weight bearing down on you from behind. his hands are tight around your wrists, gripping as he humps his cock in your cunt, rutting so deeply, making your toes curl.

you mewl and sob, arching back to try and match his pace, but john changes the rhythm and throws you off the loop again. he clicks his tongue, faux disappointment tinging his voice. “what happened to bein’ my good girl?”

there’s a shuffle as he changes position, his knees locking in place as he rises up. it makes his cock slide out, gradual and teasing, and you whimper when it finally pops out.

john fists the fat of your ass, an appreciative grunt rumbling from the base of his throat, before landing smacks on your skin, the sound reverberating like gunshots. you squeal, trying to dodge away from the weight of his hand, but john only chuckles, a sound that curls with something a little mean, spanking you countless more times until pain and pleasure bleeds together.

“john!” you hiccup, arching away from him, but john chases you with his bulk. with his cock – the fat of it sliding back so deeply in you.

“shh,” he says when you gasp, your head falling back down to the sheets. “y’r doin’ so good for me, love.”

the sound of fabric crinkling echoes beside you. you try to twist, to see what it is he’s doing, but his cock slides in harder, hitting deeper, and you collapse to your front with a gasp. john lets out a pleased rasp, doing it again – a slow glide out and a rushed thrust in – milking out more choked sobs from you.

open-mouthed breaths pass through your teeth and you arch your back, hoping that john does it faster, feeling your orgasm peaking, ready to spill over.

a snap of leather rings through from the back of your head before something wraps around your neck, looping with measured ease. there is a heartbeat, a moment of stuttered breath between you and john, before he is pulling.

it’s his fucking belt, you realized.

you mewl, unable to escape the restraint, feeling the leather digging into your throat. it hurts. it feels good. it-

john arches his cock, hitting somewhere deeper. kissing somewhere more sensitive.

fuckfuckfuck-

[latay7]

hiihii!! could you write either lance/orter/carpaccio/rayne getting slightly jealous because the reader looks like they were bering courted by a guy, but turns out they were asking that guy for advice to help the reader to confess to character,,,thankyou:3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚WHY HELLO HELLOOO!!*ੈ✩‧₊˚

First of all thank you so much for your ask ><♡♡ and i will try my best since this is my first fanfic/headcannon , so i hope you like it ✨️(and i hope i wrote what u wanted bcz i can get a bit dumb)

A misunderstanding..?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Char : Lance crown , Orter Madl x fem!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥genre : fluff

Note : reader appearence , prefrence , dorm , is up to ur imagination (wanted to be inclusive TvT) and god is this too long and it took me a while

Note 2 : im sorry this turned out to be bad , it's late at night and idk wtf am i , (english is not my first language btw)

☆ Lance crown

You were an ordinary student at Easton Academy , you had your friends and lived your life , diffrent classes and sessions here and there and tried your best !

Although Easton's Curriculum makes every student busy with a full schedule , you're thankful that you get the time to hang out with your friends...Adler's most famous idiots students!! They were all so nice and fun so you had a lovely time with them.

You enjoy their company to the point where you squeeze your schedule to be with them which had a certain outcome....you developed a big small crush on the blue haired one and only , Lance crown!!(lance stroll lol)

You found his dedication and hard work for the sake of his sister Anna adorable , his love for her might go too much sometimes but- it doesn't matter , it proved how much of a sweetheart he is , which made you live him even more.

And now...you found yourself in a dilemma , how are you gonna confess your feelings to him?? THE Lance crown , who never looks like he seeks love..

You excused yourself with Finn to talk privately

Since he's technically the sanest in the group....

So , here we are in this moment.

You were with Finn outside his dorm behind a close corner ,and Lance noticed your dissappearence for a while so decided to check up on you.

"You see Finn , i've had this thing for a long time now , and it's just unexplainable.."

"Don't worry (Y/N) , I understand , but how can i help you out"

At this moment , you could feel your face heating up a bit , it's natural after all you're talking about a CRUSH.

"So i just wanted to get some advice from you since you guys meet a lot more than i do with him , how should i tell him a-and what if he doesn't like me back ,i mean he doesn't really show any interest in me-" at this point you started to ramble , and to calm you down , Finn held your hands in his as he tries to convince you that it's gonna be alright. Meanwhile...

Lance was watching , but he didn't hear anything...so he just saw how you acted but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

'Was i too late..?' He can't shake off the stinging feeling in his chest , he was hurt , yet somehow mad or even perhaps...jealous?

After a while

It was after hours so you rushed back to your room after saying goodbye to your friends. And while you try to sneak your way through Easton's halls you see a figure you know , it was....Lance?? What was he doing here?

"Lance...? Why are here?"

"Oh there you are..you see...i wanted to talk.." this was concerning

"Oh...really ?..me too"

"I...."

The next words were DEFENTLY unexpected for you , i mean , sure he was nice towards you but you didn't want to be delusional so this was a shock....

But of course , with the shock comes the joy.

"...and i don't want to make things awkward because i knew you and F- why are smiling like that..."

A sigh leaves your mouth with a slight chuckle....apparently he was an idiot as well , so you decided to take a brave move.

"What are you-"

*kiss*

His shocked flustered expression is to DIE for.

"Just a misunderstanding ehe...." you smile.

☆Orter ( at this point tf am i doing)

As a devine visionary yourself , you have many responsobilites and missions to take , paperwork to do , and meetings to attend.

Thus , after your were finally chosen as the devine visionary yourself because of your hard work , you had to meet up with the other visionaries and work under them , including Orter Madl.

You've tried your best to leave a good impression on them because you were quite nervous , obviously.

You could say you were able to get close to some of the visionaries by being attentive and a fast learner , you were trying your best !

Seemingly except....Orter.

Despite your big efforts in helping him in paperwork , doing good on most of the missions you were went on , being so nice and respectful to him , he seemed like he didn't care , he declined everything.

And it DEFENETLY didn't help with the crush you developed on him. You found him elegant , hardworking , and most defently handsome (im screaming in the bus rn dude) despite him being emotionally constipated. (wtf am i saying)

So you decided to ask for help.

Here you are , in Ryoh Grantz' office , asking him what you should do considering he is married and all.

"Im sorry if this meeting is a nuisance Mr Ryoh but you were the only one i could ask for help.." a drop of sweat as you speak sheepishly.

" oh don't worry about it , you've been helping me out a lot recently so it's only fair if i return the favour , and besides , it is a good opportunity to .....distress" he says in a cheerful tone , he liked you , otherwise you wouldn't have been drinking tea in his office " and just Ryoh is fine ,now tell me , what's wrong?"

You tell him your issue as your embarrasment grows even further , i mean , that's not just ANY matter to speak about , However , you manage to go through the entire thing.

He hums in understanding "i see i see , well i have to agree with you on his emotional constipation , he doesn't even show his brother any emotions either"

Your chest starts to feel heavier as you sweat comically , "but don't worry about it , i mean , if i was to be really honest with you and if we talk in terms of emotions...."

Righ then and there , a certain someone was passing by as he heard only a part of the conversation , he got curious but he couldn't make out...everything...

Only a few words....

Emotions , confessing , feelingsa and...Kaldo??!

What in the.....he knew Ryoh was married and....does that mean he's helping you confess to Kaldo ??

Orter Madl , despite his stoic face and cold ruthless demeanor , had a soft spot for you , he felt somthing for you , he tried to show it by being less mean to you compared to others, and taking some paperwork of yours to finish himself , as well as doing what he can so you take the easiest missions , but it seems like it wasn't that obvious...

He knew you and Kaldo were on good terms but to the point where his thoughts led to thinking...you ? And-

No , he refused to believe it.

"So yes , Kaldo could be someone good to ask since these two are quite together at a lot of times-"

Knock knock , Orter entered the office in the middle of your talk.

"O-oh hi-"

"If you'll excuse me Ryoh , i need to talk to (Y/N)" And Ryoh accepts nevously -because his appearence was very unexpected- and lets you leave.

You and Orter are now walking through the hall of the building because you're following him to god knows where. Until you reach a private area where you two could talk.

"You didn't tell me why are we-"

"What do you have of feelings for Kaldo?"

"Huh"...was the only word that came out of your mouth , Dumbfounded was the least you could think of to describe yourself right now.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me , now answer me , what are the feelings you have for him"

"Wait a min-"

Realization never hit you this hard , so you started laughing as he watches confused , why are you laughing.

"Ok here's the whole thing mister eavsdropper..."

.

.

That ended well , for both parties , Ryoh bless your soul.

[peachhcs]

will bringing sam to something to bc for like a hockey thing and she’s his date and he’s proudly walking around with her on his arm

hockey formal

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy's in boston for will's hockey formal which means she finally meets all of his teammates that hear so much about her!

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i kind of strayed off the path of what you requested, but i hope you like it!! this was so cutie to write, so pls send more in if y'all have any more requests :) (btw i finally used the actual names of the other hockey players on the team LMAO. everyone but connor is a guy on the bc hockey team) (so, the pics are gonna look big if ur on a computer but on mobile it’s fine LOL) (p.s.s my plan is to hopefully post every like 2 days! :) depending on my schoolwork load)

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will's hands were around his phone as soon as he was done in the shower. the blonde didn't even take the time to change into clothes as he tapped away and stalked where samy's plane currently was. a grin curled onto his lips seeing her exactly thirty minutes away from the airport.

"what's got you so smiley?" eamon whacked his own towel against will's shoulder as he passed by the stall.

"girlfriend's coming to town," gabe answered with a smirk on his lips before will could even say a word. 

"ooh, the girlfriend, huh? has she been to boston yet?" eamon wondered with his own smile.

"is that the same girl who gave you those wicked hickeys a few weeks back?" mike poked his head into the conversation. his words had will blushing to the tips of his ears.

"yup, that's the one," ryan filled in as he leaned back into his stall.

"you mean to tell me hughes is coming here?" now connor joined the group and half the team in the locker room listened in while gaining knowledge of the star freshman's plans this weekend.

"she'll be at the formal tomorrow," will informed, finally throwing a t-shirt over his head. some of the guys let out oohs and ahhs at that information.

"we finally get to meet little hughesy??" colby exclaimed making the other boys chuckle.

"just don't be too weird, okay? do not bring up anything we talk about in here to her, promise?" will eyed his teammates seriously knowing how they got around the girlfriends. they were always sharing unwanted and lousy information that definitely did not need to get shared aloud.

"what? don't want her knowing we know how many times you guys have done it?" aidan teased earning hoots and hollers from the other juniors and seniors.

will's poor blush got even worse under the commotion. he saw ryan and gabe snickering to one another while sending the boy knowing looks. some teammates they were. 

"alright, shut up. just be normal if that's even possible for some of you," the freshman rolled his eyes, quickly disappearing from everyone to finish dressing himself.

"can't promise anything, smitty! get a few drinks in us and we're saying anything," jack called.

all will did was roll his eyes. he knew samy was used to hockey players and their antics, but he still didn't want his entire team making a fool of themselves in front of her. he wanted her to like them and them to like her. will was very big on gaining people's approval—especially samy. 

—

gabe and ryan happily tagged along to the airport with will. if the blonde didn't know any better, they were probably just as excited—maybe more—to see samy. something in will's heart warmed though knowing his linemates were so close with one of the people he cared the most about. he knew how much the two missed being in michigan and all of ellen's delicious homemade meals when they visited on the weekends. all of them were counting down the days they were all together again at the lake house.

the three were bouncing on their heels waiting by the gate while watching everyone unload from the plane. with them being so tall, they were able to see over most people's heads as they searched for samy's familiar mop of brown curls.

"i see her!" ryan exclaimed and the other spotted her also searching for them through the sea of people.

will began pushing his way forward to meet her in the middle. he felt like a little kid on christmas with how big his smile was and how tightly he embraced the girl when they finally met in the middle. his hug was so tight samy's feet lifted off the ground a little in a small spin.

"hey willie," samy beamed into his shoulder.

"hi pretty girl, missed you," the boy mumbled back, reluctantly letting her go for a moment. the girl's eyes spotted gabe and ryan hanging back, so she quickly jumped towards them.

"aw, my two favorites came to get me too," samy giggled as they both wrapped their arms around her shorter frame.

"good to see you too, hughesy. been a while," ryan chuckled.

"two favorites?" will cleared his throat, raising his eyebrow.

"obviously you're the first," the girl chuckled, tugging her arm back around her boyfriend after hugging ryan and gabe. the boy grinned as he basically smushed samy into his side. 

"someone's jealous,," gabe teased which only earned him a harsh glare from his friend. 

"you hungry at all? thinking about grabbing lunch with aram and drew back on campus," ryan wondered as the four made their way back down to baggage claim. 

"is that even a question? of course i'm hungry," samy beamed making the guys laugh. 

ryan and gabe helped grab samy's suitcase while catching up about soccer and school. will hung back, gladly letting his linemates talk since he's heard it all already from their nightly facetime calls. the smiles on ryan and gabe's faces were enough to tell will how much they enjoyed being around samy. it was something the blonde worried about when he first introduced them two years ago, but he should've known there was nothing to worry about. 

obviously samy got shotgun in will's car, so the guys stuffed themselves into the backseats. samy excitedly told them about her spring season while they chimed in with small tidbits from hockey. 

"did smitty tell you all the guys on the team are excited to meet you tomorrow?" ryan wondered. 

"they are?" samy giggled to herself while both boys nodded.

"you should've heard them in the locker room earlier," gabe grinned while will eyed him through the rearview mirror. 

"you're kind of a big deal to them i guess," will mumbled a bit shyly. his ears turned a slight pink thinking back to their teasing remarks. 

"so i've heard. i can't wait to meet them," the brunette chuckled. 

lunch with the six of them felt like old times back in michigan. somethimg about being all together and laughing like they hadn't been apart the last few months brought a sense of comfort and nostalgia knowing that in a few years they really weren't going to be together like that. 

samy and will retreated back to his dorm afterwards to spend some much needed alone time together before tomorrow. the girl grinned when her eyes caught sight of will's new wall decorations as soon as she stepped into the room. 

"aw, you two took my suggestions," she beamed and glanced over at gabe's side too. 

samy's heart warmed seeing so many pictures of her on will's side. he had three framed photos and probably 10-15 mixed into the photo collage on his wall. a smile crept onto the blonde's lips watching his girlfriend inspect every aspect of his side since she last visited. 

"this one's my favorite," he pointed to one of the many photos in the collage. 

samy ws laughing at something whoever took the photo said, but will's eyes had never left her. the gaze in his eyes said a lot more than words could. 

"wait, i didn't even know this picture existed. when was that?" the girl wondered, jumping onto will's bed to get a better look.

"like last summer?" the boy shrugged some. 

"i didn't even realize you were looking at me," samy giggled. 

"i know. that's why i like it," her eyes flicked to will's and that same stare from the photo was in his eyes. a small blush painted her cheeks as she quickly looked away before he noticed. 

"it was nice seeing the guys. i missed them," samy changed the subject as she sunk further into will's bed. 

"they were really excited to see you. they really miss michigan. i do too," the boy kicked his shoes off to join her. his words softened out samy's expression. 

"best two years ever having you guys so close by. i can't wait for summer," her voice dropped a little knowing how far off summer was still. 

will's arm curled around her waist to bringing her into him. "me neither. this long distance sucks, but i'm glad you're here. tomorrow's gonna be fun," his fingers carefully brushed some of her hair away from her face. 

a teasing smile grew on samy's lips, "how bad are they gonna chirp at you?" she knew all too well about his teammates constant teasing. 

"hopefully not too bad. i told them to cool it," will mumbled with an embarrassing blush that samy adored nonetheless. 

the two spent the rest of the afternoon in each other's arms after two long months apart. gabe came back later that night to the sight of them sound asleep and some random movie playing off of will's computer. the dark-haired boy quickly snapped a photo before shutting will's laptop and placing it somewhere safe. he quickly sent the photo to the freshman group chat, a smirk on his lips as he got himself ready for bed. 

—

will stood in front of the full length mirror getting his tie ready while samy got herself ready in the bathroom. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't just a little nervous for tonight. the hockey player knew his teammates would like her—they literally fangirl over her—he was just afraid they'd become too much or something. 

gabe threw his suit jacket over his shoulders while trying to look over will in the mirror. "dude, you're hogging the mirror," the dark-haired boy complained. 

"i'm almost done," will mumbled, fidgeting with his collar now. 

"go look at yourself next to your girlfriend in the bathroom," gabe shoved will out of the way. the blonde stumbled sideways, catching himself on the door. 

"dude," the blonde glared at him. 

"what? there's a bathroom for a reason," gabe shrugged, seemingly unbothered by pushing his friend out of the way. 

will rolled his eyes before gently knocking on the bathroom door. "yeah?" samy asked. 

"can i come in? gabe's kicking me away from our mirror," will wondered. he heard samy laugh and then a yes, so he carefully pushed the door open. 

the sight in front of him made the boy stop in his tracks. samy leaned over the counter trying to apply mascara and her dress was one will hadn't seen before. the material was satin or something because it shined in the light and hugged all of the right places. blue was most definitely samy's color. 

"like what you see?" the brunette smirked. she caught will's wandering eyes through the mirror, finally turning to him once she had her mascara on. 

pink colored will's skin from his neck to his ears. "you look beautiful," he mumbled, slowly stepping further into the bathroom and letting the door close a bit. 

"you don't look bad yourself," samy smiled at his all black suit and tie look. 

will stepped forward even more so his one arm could snake around samy's waist. he pulled her into his chest while his eyes shamelessly dropped down to her chest area and back up. "i can't believe you're mine," he nearly whispered making the girl chuckle. 

"you're sweet. i think i'm almost ready," samy's hands brushed back some of will's unruly curls. he flushed under her touch and brought her to his lips before he let her go. 

their kiss was filled with a lot of love. will's grasp on her waist kept her in place, kissing her deeper which allowed him to push his tongue into her mouth. samy's hands toyed with the hair on the nape of his neck, indulging in her boyfriend's slight neediness before she needed to finish getting ready. his boyish instincts started taking over as his other hand began sliding down past her waist. 

before he could reach her butt, samy pulled herself away. "i gotta finish getting ready. don't wanna be late," she giggled. 

will let out a small groan in protest, "you're annoying." 

"maybe." 

samy turned back to the sink, eyeing her makeup scattered across the counter. will's eyes did one last once-over of his girlfriend before tearing his eyes away and doing his finishing touches. another five minutes went by and the couple was finally ready. gabe looked up from his bed, smiling at the two.

"finally. scared i'd have to walk in there myself," he joked. 

will rolled his eyes while samy just chuckled. the three headed out of the dorm where they met ryan, drew, aram, and will vote downstairs to drive over together. the seven exchanged their hello's before dividing everyone up between will, drew, and ryan's cars. gabe stuck himself with will and samy, so the three continued out to the parking lot. 

samy smiled when will opened her door for her. 

"so charming," gabe mumbled as he climbed into the back. 

"wish he did that for me," ryan laughed as he walked by. 

poor will knew he wasn't going to escape the chirping all weekend, especially tonight. the drive into downtown stayed uneventful with minimal comments from gabe. they pulled into what looked like a very fancy bar in the heart of the city. samy hooked her arm around will's as the three walked in. a lot of the upperclassmen were already there mingling and their attention was caught when samy and will walked in. 

"yo, smitty!" aidan exclaimed, running around the bar to the couple. 

"what's up, hreschuck," will grinned. 

"you must be samy. we've heard a lot about you," aidan turned to the girl beside his teammate. 

"it's good to meet you," the two exchanged a friendly hug before the older player went to greet gabe. 

"it's her! it's little hughesy!" connor jumped up, running to hug samy. 

"connor miller! it's been forever since i saw you," the brunette laughed. she remembered connor playing with luke in the ntdp before they headed off to separate schools. 

"i know! when i heard you were smitty's girl i just couldn't believe it. how's your brothers?" the older boy wondered. 

"they're good. quinn's in van. jack and luke are in jersey. i'm the only one left in michigan," samy chuckled a little. 

"god, i can't believe moosey's in jersey. i can't believe you're old enough to be in college. you play soccer right?" 

will lingered beside samy while the smile on his lips grew. he never put two and two together that samy would know some of these guys through her brothers. he loved seeing her eyes so bright talking to connor about her brothers and soccer knowing she'd talk nonstop about them at any chance she got. maybe he wouldn't get chirped at as much as he thought. 

just as will thought that, colby and mike bounced over to where the couple was. "aw, she really does exist," colby cut into the conversation causing will's face to flush. 

"i'm colby. that's mike. we've heard a lot about you being smitty's girl," colby continued as he held his hand out. 

"it's nice to finally meet you guys," samy laughed, shaking their hands. 

"don't pay much mind to them. colby's going a little crazy tonight since he's graduating in a few months," connor laughed. 

"can do whatever i want and they won't kick me off the team," the older guy shrugged. 

"sometimes we thought smitty was lying about dating you," mike chimed in. 

"yeah, sometimes i don't believe it either," samy joined into their teasing. her gaze slid towards her boyfriend still beside her who blushed hard. 

"i mean he definitely picked a good one," colby nodded. 

"why don't you guys get some drinks and food before the other guys eat it all," connor laughed, pushing samy and will further into the bar and pretty much saving them from more of mike and colby's annoying remarks. 

"jesus, sorry about them," will mumbled when they were out of ear shot. 

"don't apologize. i thought it was funny," samy shook her head with a smile. 

"they don't know how to shut up ever," the blonde rolled his eyes. 

"you forget i'm used to it after growing up with three brothers who have hockey friends of their own," the girl giggled making will flush. 

"i know. i know. thanks for coming again," will placed a chaste kiss to her lips. 

samt stuck to will's side for most of the night, but she enjoyed seeing him in his comfort zone. all of the guys on the team were so close with one another. the upperclassmen treated the underclassmen like brothers despite the slight chirping. she could tell how much will loved it and how much he fit in with them. 

even though her boyfriend did most of the talking, she was glad to be at his side in a pretty dress for the night supporting him in what he loved the most. 

[mamayan]

YOU SHOULD DO MORE MR COMPRESS OMGG! (btw love ur writings🤭❤)

Oh gosh you are so right Nonnie, I nearly forgot to make anything for the gentlemen who is Mr. Compress~

Yandere Sako Atsuhiro x Darling

★ Gentleman ★

cw: NSFW • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping/Imprisonment • Delusional Yandere • afab reader!

That’s right. Mr. Compress, or Atsuhiro Sako, is a dramatic and flamboyant man when the curtain is up.

Always ready to entertain his audience, whether they like it or not.

He’s more reserved in private though. Not silent, but observant, as even he knows proper etiquette involves not interrupting the main attraction.

You. Though you only perform for him, in any case, he’s never going to disrupt your hard work. Dressing you up in the lacy attire and letting you dance was truly his downfall. You captivated him like he hoped to captivate the world.

Beautiful, artful, even in your clumsier moments and set backs, he finds you mesmerizing. Tells you too.

“Pretty darling, don’t cry, the act isn’t ruined, you’re doing so good.” He’s romantic, wiping your lovely tears even as you sniffle and shake, the silver chains on your wrists clicking like bells.

When the curtains are up, all eyes are on him, but when they fall it’s only his eyes on you.

Only he gets to be your greatest fan.

“Come now darling, you know the key to being a great performer is acting. You have to smile if you want me to believe you.” He’s not ashamed to force a smile on your lips, his dark eyes swirling with delusion and obsession. He knows you want this, have to, because he’d go truly insane without you.

Just smile for him, that’s an act all by itself, he could watch it all day after all.

He’s alright with compromise though. He’ll take a pretty moan too, watching your lips part into a cute O as he spears you on his cock. He loves your laughter but he’ll settle for now to only hear the gasps and whiny pleas as he fucks you senseless. His cock drilling your cute cunt until you become a compliant soft mess for him.

It’s an act all onto its own, one he gets to participate in.

He’s a gentleman though, he’ll never out you when you make a mistake.

Even when you try to claw out of your restraints or run from him, he’s happy to fix your act and put you in a marble to hide the little slips. He’s not cruel enough to expose it to the world, to embarrass you.

No, he’ll cover for you.

Forever.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Idk if u do part 2, but the gang crushing on fem reader was so GOOD. I rlly need a second part, like how they all act around the reader (r they shy, flustered, protective, etc.) I hope it’s not too much, love ur blog btw 🫶🏻

Summary: The Outsiders crushing on you P2

Warnings: none

Author's Note: got a lot of asks about this!! Glad you enjoyed

It had been about a week since your friend spilled the secret of the gang liking you, you'd be lying if you said you weren't avoiding them. Having them all like you was shocking and you 100% thought that there was going to be inner problems because of it. There's no way that you would end such a beautiful friendship over a selfish greed.

You were hanging out in the library doing some last minute studying when Dallas caught your eye. He'd been purposely seeking you out for the last couple of days but you always avoided him. You were halfway done with clumsily packing your pencil case to leave when Dallas pulled up a chair next to you a sat down. The screech of the wood against tile on the ground made you wince and look up. He sat down, smirking at you.

"Never expect to see you at a library," You smiled, the banter coming naturally. You stopped yourself from getting to deep into conversation when you saw the rest of the gang walk up behind him.

"Where ya been?" Two Bit laughed, tussling your hair and sitting down with his arm around you. You smiled nervously, eyeing everyone.

"Uhm, just, around" you mutter, picking at your nail nervously.

"You ok, kid?" Darry asked, concern etched on his face. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're pretty red in the face, but I don't think you got a fever...you sick or somethin'?"

You open your mouth to say something but Soda pipes up.

"It's cuz I'm here isn't it," he makes a show of fanning himself jokingly and winks at you. You run a hand over your face and sigh.

"Hell no! It's cuz'a me!" Steve laughed, pushing Soda playfully. Johnny and Pony stayed silent but they watched your every move. They sat down next to you and Pony quietly asked if you were alright. You shrugged and gave them a soft smile. Johnny smiled back but Pony looked away, a small blush on his cheeks.

You were suddenly reminded of your position between all of these guys and got up quickly. You would never forgive himself if you let yourself get in the way of pure friendship. Dallas grabbed your arm.

"Where ya going, doll?"

"I'm uh, just hungry, gonna go" you mumbled, grabbing your bag. Dallas chuckled.

"Leavin' after we haven't seen you in a week? Starting to think you're avoiding us, dollface" He joked, but there was a hint of seriousness in the way his face settled into a small frown.

"No, just um, lost of work to do" you waved him off but he grabbed your arm again.

"Hey, if you're hungry, how 'bout I drive us to go get some icecream or something" he suggested, the rest of the gang hooted in agreement and you were swept up with them. You had forgotten how fun it was to be with the gang.

[mysumeow]

HIII IS IT ALRIGHT TO REQ A YANDERE ALBEDO X READER SMUT N ANGST? I've been trying to look ALL over socials to find a good piece but I couldn't😭 would be wonderful for you to make one! BTW LOVE UR WORK UR DOING SO GREAT!!!!!💟💟💟

ꗃ ENSNARE

Warnings: afab genitalia, gn pronouns. YANDERE albedo, reader is forced to drink a potion, reader experiences memory loss, may be considered as dubcon, PIV unprotected sex.

Summary: Albedo isn't fond of the idea of you being away from him indefinitely. He proceeds to take matters into his own hands.

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: ANON TY TT_TT ILY <3. I think that Albedo as a yandere is a strange mixture of both being sadistic if pushed enough in that direction and being a gentle lover. He's just ironic like that. He can also be manipulative if he considers he needs to be. >:()

MASTERLIST

Being granted a chance to study at Sumeru's Akademiya was an achievement worthy of celebration.

Sucrose and Timeus congratulated you.

Albedo, on the other hand...well, he did too; however, not before a strange look settled in his eyes before he cleared his throat and congratulated you.

One week away from your departure, you still have one more obligation to take care of before you leave.

Albedo and you had been researching an experimental mix for memory loss. Not for getting rid of it, but rather for the opposite. Albedo did have a hidden streak for coming up with quite questionable ideas, but he claimed it's all for the sake of innovation and research.

He was quieter than usual as you worked on preparing the final touches to the potion. He even avoided your eyes, and that, of course, stung.

You were about to go abroad for a couple of years, and he was giving you the cold shoulder...?

"For how long will you be away?"

When the alchemist voices his question out of the blue, it took you by surprise. You bit your tongue to avoid answering with a passive-aggressive comment about his distant attitude. Instead, you answered with sincerity.

"Two years. Maybe more if I get a job there," you watched the bubbles form in the liquid. It was almost done.

"Hm, I see."

Is that all you'll say?

You couldn't help but be a bit annoyed.

"Although I am overjoyed about your promising future, I fret that I have to remind you that we aren't done with this research," the liquid stopped bubbling, and Albedo took the glass to shake it side to side. "And your duty, as a fellow alchemist, is to follow through with it,"

"..." well, he wasn't wrong. You did promise that you would complete this important experiment in a way to show your gratitude to him for taking you under his wing. "I was hoping that you would...excuse me, this time,"

Albedo's gaze seemed to stray off into deep thought.

"A reasonable assumption on your part," his voice was calm, even if that serenity didn't translate into his eyes. "I'll concede. You mustn’t delay your departure for the sake of testing and re-doing the formula in case it doesn't work,"

That relieved a weight off your shoulders.

"Nonetheless, I do ask for assistance in fetching additional ingredients in Dragonspine. It's less work, is it not?"

"Thank you, Albedo," you said, forcing a smile. Although you were hoping he would just let you go, you figured it was way less work than you had to do. "I'll be here tomorrow,"

"I'd like to depart at seven. I'd recommend you be ready by six at the latest," he nodded. He seemed to be in a better mood.

"Will do. See you tomorrow. Have a good rest."

"Goodnight.”

Once in your home, you had time to reflect on Albedo's attitude during this last meeting.

From the time you had known him, you never felt like he was dissatisfied with something you did. Not even when you first began dipping your toes into the field of alchemy and committed various mistakes that ended up in explosions, would he get as displeased as he did these past days. He was a patient teacher, guiding you towards the path of a successful alchemist. And, as a friend, he was also gentle and nice.

So, that's why you couldn't ignore the shiver that crawled up your spine for a reason you weren’t sure. He was just acting odd...

Uncertainty gnawed at the back of your mind while you prepared your equipment for tomorrow's trip. The more the clock ticked, the more it grew.

The longer you thought about the cold, difficult way up to Albedo's lab in that forsaken mountain, the more you doubted if you were willing to go through with it. You had a lot of preparations to do yet, and a trip to Dragonspine would take up at least two days.

Your arms went limp as you stared at the half-full suitcase on your bed. You were still in time to tell him about your change of heart. You could look for him in his office at the Knight of Favonius's headquarters if you went right now.

You finished putting your shoes back on and went ahead to open your door.

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when the person who was occupying a good portion of your thoughts was standing right in front of you.

"Albedo...?"

"May I come in?"

You blinked twice, still recovering from the unexpected visit.

Albedo's teal eyes widened a bit as he raised his eyebrows and looked at you with confusion. "Is everything alright?"

"No-! Yeah! I mean, good timing. I was about to head out and talk to you," you stepped aside to let him in. "What brings you here?"

"Wanted to check up on you and make sure you packed the right supplies. You don't go up there as often as Sucrose and Timeus do," he gripped the strap of the bag on his shoulder.

"How... considerate," you planned to think about what you were going to say to him on the walk to the headquarters, but his sudden appearance left you unprepared as to how to approach the topic.

He glanced at your suitcase for a brief second before he spoke again: "You might reconsider the boots you're taking. Do you, perchance, have one with better insulation?"

"Albedo," you interjected more impulsively than you should've. Albedo turned to draw his attention to you. "I was thinking, maybe I can't do that trip. You see, I'm a week away from my departure. And I have lots of stuff to take care of before I go. I'm sorry that I'm sort of abandoning the project before its absolute completion, but..."

"I understand," Albedo's faint smile almost put you at ease. "You're busy. Everyone is, including myself,"

You just nodded, hoping this conversation would end already.

"So, let's skip the trip and go straight to the testing phase."

Weight placed on your hips and wrists, pain on the back of your head as you laid on the floor—it happened too fast. Soon, you began wrestling your arms, trying to break free from his grip but failing at it. You didn't understand how someone of Albedo's build and height could have such strength.

Your arms trembled, and you gritted your teeth, trying to push him off you. Fed up with your resistance, Albedo shoved you more against the floor, as if trying to prove a point—you're not going anywhere.

"I'd advise against making this harder than it already is," Albedo furrowed his eyebrows, his other hand pulling out the concoction out of the bag he had brought.

"Are you listening to yourself? You're asking me to stay calm in a situation like this?" your efforts to break free didn't falter for a single moment. "Are you out of your mind, Albedo? What the fuck is wrong with you!"

He didn't even seem to be listening to you; he unscorched the flask and poured the liquid into his mouth. He leaned down towards your lips, and you didn't need a second more to understand what he wanted to do.

He discarded the empty flask and took the opportunity to use his now free hand to pinch your nose, forcing you to open your mouth out of absolute distress and forcing the liquid into you.

You tasted blood, and at the same time, Albedo grunted from pain. You had injured his lip out of spite without thinking twice, but rather than angered, he had a pleased look instead.

"Why," you cried, your heart aching from having your trust broken by someone as important to your life as Albedo.

"Isn't it evident enough already? Ah, my apologies. You have your moments of being dull, needing aid from me to spell it out, don't you?"

Albedo was mocking you.

How much crueler could he be?

"There are reasons aplenty for these actions. One of them is that I can't stand the idea of letting you go. I hope you can find the possibility of forgiving me before you forget everything."

Seeing you were slipping out of conscience, Albedo finally let you go and cradled your head, resting his cheek against your temple, murmuring soothing promises that you didn't believe.

The place where you woke up was soft and comforting. It smelled of fresh linen and the faint aroma of cecilias.

Coming into your senses, you rose from the bed and looked around, recognizing you had no recollection of why you were here or who you were...

Your first instinct was to head to the door, which you did. 

A cold gust of wind blew straight into you, your once warm cheeks felt chilled at the drastic change in temperature. You shielded your eyes and squinted, discerning a pair of boots advancing in your direction.

"You're shivering," a pale, blond stranger with azure eyes guided you back inside with tender hands.

The stranger closed the door behind him with his leg and set down the stuff he was carrying. He brushed off the snowflakes left on your hair, not yet meeting your eyes.

"I know you have a lot of questions…”

You interpreted that as an invitation to ask away, which you did. The basic information about yourself, what's in this place, and about him.

Albedo wasn’t one to opt for easier ways out when it came to his work. He pushed himself to his limits, neglecting his commodity for the sake of advancing with his studies the most he could; he broke that habit with you. He chose the easy way out to avoid losing you; he chose the easy way out to trick you into feeling safe with him now.

“You can’t leave this place. There are people out there who want to hurt you.”

 Himself, being the first one to wound your trust.

“The moment they see you, they’ll want to pounce on you.”

Not for the reason he was deceiving you to believe in. They’d run to you to hug you and ask why you had disappeared.

“I still must go down the mountain to bring what we need to live here in relative tranquility. Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it,” he rubbed soothing circles with his thumbs into your shoulders, his voice’s timbre akin to an analgesic. “Whatever you need, let me know,”

Albedo’s soft gaze was the first one you met back then, and as the days went by, not once did you sense any danger or discomfort within his presence. Considering that he was the only person you interacted with, you soon found yourself growing more attached to him.

Albedo sat down on the bed you shared, shrugging off his coat. He just came back from one of those trips he made to bring water, food, and other indispensable supplies. You watched him in silence, wondering if it would be alright if you acted on your heart’s whims.

He took off his boots too and undid his braids before he laid down next to you, facing the ceiling. His eyes were half-lidded from exhaustion. His chest rose and fell at a languid pace, his cheeks red from the cold.

He must've noticed your prolonged stare because he spoke up: “What did you do today?”

“Oh, I just stared at the wall,” you joked.

Albedo smiled, glad that you had at least retained some of your personality.

“I went through your sketchbook. The place where you go to fetch our stuff appeared to be warm and bright,” you sighed, longing to feel the sunlight on your skin and not the cold breeze trying to fight off what little warmth the sun provided. “I also tidied what I could, but there’s not much stuff to organize anyways,”

He hummed, his eyes still not meeting yours.

“Albedo—” you called out for him before you could stop yourself. You covered your mouth afterwards, but it was already done. You had the entirety of his attention on you.

“Yes?” he turned to face you; his cheek squished against the pillow.

Now that you thought about it, you realized you rarely glanced at his face, at least not with this amount of clarity. He was close; you could appreciate in detail every feature of his, like how the locks of hair he braided framed his face in a different way now that they were untied.

“I noticed there’s something worrying you,” he uttered.

Calling him was one thing your heart ached to do, and placing your hand on his cheek was another. The latter, however, you acted out on.

His face was warm. You expected it to be the opposite, but you were happy that it wasn’t the case. And it grew warmer the more you left your hand there and the more you approached his lips.

And the kiss heightened in intensity whilst his hands found your hips, and you positioned your leg over his. You wondered if his heartbeat was as fast as yours did now or if he had fantasized of something like this occurring. He didn’t push you away. In fact, he pulled you in closer. He locked his arms around your frame, loving you with a desperation not usual of him.

It was evident in his eyes how much he yearned for this, for your love. Despite that, he took his time to undress you, caress the expanse of your abdomen, and kiss every inch of your skin. His hands went from your hips towards your chest and gave you a gentle squeeze. Your body’s response occupied his keen observation; thumbs rubbed on your nipples, and more arousal pooled between your thighs. His index fingers joined to pinch them carefully—a moan left you, and his heated attention shifted towards your face.

Albedo swallowed hard before he shifted positions to sit between your parted legs. His kisses went to your neck, and a hand slid down towards your glistening folds. He prodded first, marveling at how slick you already were, and then glided a finger inside. You hugged him closer, unused to that sensation. You were hiding your face in his hair, but Albedo didn’t mind.

A finger became two, increasing the tempo little by little. Even though the stimulation wasn’t directed to your clit, his palm rubbed the spot anyway.

“More,” you panted, your arms tightening around his lean frame. You could feel the muscles on his back tense and release from his movements, and his hot breath was fanning your neck. Albedo, always responsive and pliant to your wants, rubbed his thumb faster against your clit, the thrusting of his fingers inside of you became sloppier. You’d be embarrassed at the amount of slick sticking to your inner thighs, but right now, you don’t have the mind for it.

Just before you reached the edge, he stopped.

“Albedo,” you whined, tears forming in your eyes from your ruined orgasm.

He didn’t seem guilty in the slightest when he cupped your face and swallowed any other complaints you had by claiming your lips with his; tongue slipping against yours, and softly groaning into the kiss. You felt him suckle your tongue a bit and pull away. You almost whined from the loss, but your thoughts vanished once he stroked your clit with his dick. Albedo’s interest piqued each time you twitched from pleasure, taking in your reactions.

“Put your legs on my shoulders,” he asked, waiting for you to come back into your senses to do so. With uncoordinated movements, you managed to follow through with the request, and he pulled you in closer.

Hot.

It was ardent when it made contact with your stimulated and sensitive hole. Albedo had trouble controlling his heartbeat, and after some seconds of preparation, he eased in. It was an enjoyable stretch, reckoning Albedo’s intent on satisfying you.

Albedo filled you to completion, the tip poking a vulnerable spot inside of you. The tremors in your body didn’t subside when he touched it, and he could feel it himself. Gripping your hips with a firm hold, Albedo began thrusting. In and out—a coordinated and gradual pace. You were getting used to the sensation of having something of that girth inside of you, and Albedo was trying not to cum so fast.

“Your body reacts so beautifully when I touch you here,” Albedo’s fingers went back to your clit, and you arched your back when he began stimulating it in tandem with his thrusting. He was about to say something else until a groan cut him off, feeling you clench around him.

Whatever self-restraint he preserved left his movements closer to fucking than lovemaking, with how fast and hard he was yanking your hips in his direction. Not like you would complain, anyway, since his sleek fingers (from your wetness) were rubbing on your clit. You were treated to the airy groans and gasps that emerged from his bitten lips and the unusual sight of the collected alchemist losing his composure, thanks to you.

You approached an orgasm faster than you thought you would, stopping your body with spasms and blanking your mind. You managed to hear Albedo’s own groan of pleasure and hot, thick spurts of cum inside of you. Albedo hurried to kiss you, ensnaring your body taut to him, making sure everything went inside.

You were tired, and you didn’t even care that Albedo was still resting on top of you. After a few minutes, he pulled out and laid next to you, hugging your shivering frame to his.

“Do you want me to prepare a bath?” he kissed your temple.

“That sounds like a good idea,” you mumbled, clinging to him.

The next morning came, and Albedo found he had to go back down for an emergency. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he prepared himself to go out, wishing you could go along with him.

“I’ll be here as soon as I can,” he said, putting his coat on before going away. “If I’m not here by nighttime, expect me to arrive in the morning,”

You nodded, considering whether you should attempt to ask him to tag along.

By the time you made up your mind, he was already gone.

Last night, as you were drifting off to sleep, you recalled some information regarding Albedo: he’s an alchemist.

You had no recollection of him ever telling you the precise field of his work, but for some reason, you were convinced it was a fact.

The more you fell down the rabbit hole with the question of why you were so convinced about it, the more you began remembering bits of information before you were brought here.

You glanced at the pile of research notes, notebooks, and sketchbooks left on the desk. Amongst the notebooks, you recognized one he tends to take with him whenever he heads outside of Dragonspine. For a moment, you entertain the idea of running after him to give it, since it’s important. You decide against it, given that you don’t have the appropriate equipment to stand the unforgiving temperature or something to guide you.

Days like this were boring, so instead of looking through his drawings, you went through the notebook.

A particular page catches your attention.

You skimmed through it, the mumble-jumble of words not inspiring you to stop and analyze it. However, the moment you identify a series of daily records detailing who worked to create this experimental potion and the progress made with each study—

You found your name.

[suzukiblu]

currently having EMOTIONS abt your 'Billy adopts kon and it goes p good actually'. Billy's there just like oh man I'm rambling they're gonna think I'm so lame...meanwhile I as a reader (and presumably also Kon and possibly the other characters present??) are actually going 'oh my god. oh my god he's known Kon for like one singular minute and already arranged a flat according to his best predictions of Kon's needs/wants, gave Kon FIRST PICK OF BEDROOM, and has freely offered to learn how to cook AND how to drive for the sole purpose of taking better care of Kon'. like. oh my god. oh my god. Billy is so precious and I want to give him a hug. I hope Kon isn't too overwhelmed or suspicious due to Billy's enthusiasm tho lmao. (pls could there be..more? more Billy adopts kon, if possible?) anyway I love ur writing. thank you. idk how to ask from a sidelong but this is tryingahandinholdingapen btw :D

I gotchu, friend, lol. @tryingahandinholdingapen But yeah I love a good unreliable narrator, one way or the other it's just so fun peppering in all the bits of "the actual situation that the narrator is oblivious to", hahaha.

Rich people are weird, Billy decides, then sets the swiss rolls and zebra cakes and rest of the strawberry shortcakes on the counter in case Kid Flash is still hungry or Superboy wants any of them and closes the pantry. Batman’s just doing his best, he guesses. Though Billy hopes he knows how to coupon, if he’s always buying brand-name. 

Well, he’s Batman. It’d be weirder if he didn’t know how to coupon, Billy figures.

It looks like Superboy ate all of his snack cake while Billy and Kid Flash were in the pantry, at least, which Billy hopes means he liked it. He doesn’t know how much real food Superboy’s had, but Batman’d said he should be fine eating solid stuff and not just whatever he’d been getting in his cloning pod. Though Billy’d still asked if they could get some bottled smoothies and protein shakes and stuff like that to keep in the fridge, just in case. He figured those might be easier for him to eat and digest, if it came up. Or like, maybe appeal to him more, if nothing else? 

Billy has no idea, honestly, he’s just doing his best here. The wisdom of Solomon is pretty useful but it’s not really, like, that much of a parenting guide. 

He is not going to cut Superboy in half. Like, ever. Like he understands the idea of that story but also it is an insane and incredibly freaky story and he is just not invoking it, ever. Just no way.

“If it’s alright, Captain, we should get going. We’ve got a bit of a drive to get home,” Mrs. West says, then sighs as Kid Flash empties the boxes of swiss rolls and zebra cakes in lightning-fast succession, though he leaves the strawberry shortcakes alone. Billy checks in the fridge and offers him a couple of the more filling smoothies–peanut butter and banana should be more filling, anyway, even with a speedster’s appetite. He steals those from convenience stores sometimes, when he can. He can’t be Captain Marvel all the time. 

Well–maybe he could, he guesses. But he does miss being himself, sometimes.

“Thanks, man,” Kid Flash says eagerly, then immediately shotguns both smoothies. 

“Wally,” Mr. West says in exasperation as Mrs. West sighs again. “Don’t eat Captain Marvel out of house and home.” 

“It’s okay, we’ve got lots of food!” Billy promises cheerfully. “I work with Flash, I know how hungry he gets. I bet it’s way worse when you still have growth spurts to get through.” 

“It is so much worse,” Kid Flash mutters vehemently, eyeing the empty smoothie bottles in his hands accusingly. Billy gets him another peanut butter banana one on principle. He really doesn’t want Kid Flash to be that hungry. It’s . . . not a good feeling. 

“We appreciate it, Captain, really, but we’ve got snacks and a cooler in the car,” Mrs. West says. 

“Oh, good,” Billy says, relieved. Mr. and Mrs. West both give him strange, inscrutable looks, then glance back to Superboy. Billy wonders if he likes peanut butter banana smoothies. Though if he liked the snack cakes, there’s strawberry banana ones too, so that might be better? And strawberry kiwi, but that’s probably less filling. “Superboy, do you want a smoothie too?” 

“No,” Superboy says. Billy pauses again, then gets him a strawberry banana one and tosses it over. Superboy catches it, eyes it, and then opens it and takes a sip.

Okay, Billy thinks he’s getting the hang of this. But also they should probably talk about how “no” needs to actually mean “no”. Like, for Superboy he’s sure it’s just like that phase when toddlers want to say “no” to everything no matter what, but it’s still important for him to understand. Billy doesn’t want to accidentally upset him or overstep because Superboy doesn’t know how to really say “no” to something.

Yeah, they definitely need to talk about that, he decides.

[daisies-daydreams]

Hey, how are you doing?! btw I like your work and If you don't mind can you please write were 141 + könig is defending they're kids while ur scolding at them 👉👈 🥺💞 can you write plz

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: Hello! I'm doing fine and dandy today, thank you! And thank you for your request! Honestly, I can see all of the 141 and König being such good papa's. 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

D/N = Daughter's Name, S/N = Son's Name

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“What were you thinking?” you scowled. Simon stood next to you as he shifted his attention back and forth between you and your daughter. (D/N) pouted as she stared at her feet. The walls of your hallway were covered in crayon markings, from unicorns to dinosaurs. You had just put a fresh coat of paint on them a few days ago, too.

“I-I’m sorry,” she sniffled. Your brows furrowed as your face turned beet red.

“Still, you shouldn’t have drawn all over the walls. Mommy worked hard to make it look better and you just messed it up,” you spat. Your daughter suddenly burst into tears. You blinked, regretting instantly flooding your chest. Simon knelt down on one knee just as you opened your mouth.

“(D/N), why did you color on the walls, baby?” he asked while staying at eye level with your little one. She rubbed her eyes and sniffed.

“I-I wanted to make it look pretty l-like Mommy was doing,” she hiccupped as she pointed at the messy mural on the wall. Simon turned to you, raising a brow. You sighed as you dropped to your knees as well. Your husband patted your back, then squeezed your shoulder with one of his rough hands.

“See? She didn’t mean any harm, love,” he said. (D/N) nodded, tears and snot streaking down her face as she gasped in between her sobs.

“I’m sorry I got mad, (D/N). Will you please forgive Mommy?” you asked. She nodded before she came up to hug both of you.

The three of you spent the evening cleaning up the drawings, though you made sure to spend some time coloring with her on actual paper afterwards.

König

Your son’s shoulders were slumped as he held his hands behind his back. You thrummed your fingers against your forearms and you crossed your arms. Shattered glass lay on the hardwood floor, a gaping hole in your living room window. A baseball rested near the opposite wall.

“I-It was an accident,” he stammered. Your nostrils flared as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“You need to be more careful, (S/N). What if that ball hit someone?!” you scoffed. The boy’s eyes were misty as he swallowed a lump in his throat. Your husband suddenly stepped through the back door, a baseball mitt in his hand. He clapped a hand over your son’s shoulder.

“Please, don’t be upset with him, Maus. I was the one who missed catching the ball,” he claimed. Your eyes shifted back and forth between your two boys. You sighed and shook your head, your facial features relaxing.

“Alright-but you’re going to have to clean up your mess while I call about replacing the window,” you said. König nodded. Your son looked up at his father before running to grab the broom and dustpan from the linen closet. You tilted your head as (S/N) gazed up at you.

“It was our game-so we should both clean it up,” your boy said with a firm nod. You and König exchanged small smiles as he grabbed your husband’s free hand and bounded off to clean up.

John Price

Your jaw felt sore from how long you had it dropped. Your son giggled as he did a little dance in place, his entire body covered head to toe in peanut butter.

The same peanut butter you just bought from the store.

Your jaw clicked as you looked at the empty tub at his feet. You took a deep breath.

“(S/N)…What. Did. You. Do?” you asked through gritted teeth. His smile faltered at your sour tone.

“I gave myself a peanut butter bath!” he beamed. “Now you don’t have to clean me up later, Momma!” he giggled as he raised his arms. Your entire body radiated with frustration.

“No, now I have to give you a longer bath because you got yourself all dirty!” your voice suddenly raised several decibels. (S/N) winced.

“What’s all this, then?” your husband, John, asked from behind you. You whipped your head around, tongue twisted too much to even explain what happened. Your son bounced up and down when he saw his father.

“Look, Papa! I gave myself a bath!” the boy giggled. John blinked before bursting into laughter, tears of amusement pricking at the corners of his eyes as he grabbed his stomach. Your anger quickly dissipated as you reflected your husband’s expression, letting out a small chuckle of your own. John wiped at his eye as he stepped forward, scanning your son up and down.

“Your a cheeky lad, you know that?” he mused. Your son laughed as John picked him up and spun him around, not minding the substance that clung to his clean clothes. His sea-green eyes lingered over to you.

“He didn’t mean anything wrong by it, hun,” he shrugged. Your son nodded before licking at the corners of his peanut-butter covered mouth. You laughed.

“You’re right-I’m sorry, (S/N),” you apologized as you came up and kissed his temple. He giggled and swatted at you playfully.

“Momma! That tickles!” he squealed. John chuckled as your son hid his face in his father's shoulder. “C’mon, (S/N)-let’s give you a proper bath,” John said.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“FUCK!” your daughter’s small voice screamed. Your eyes widened as you snapped your head up. She still wore a cheeky grin as she spilled a few more grapes on the floor before repeatedly shouting the explicative at the top of her lungs. Your brows furrowed.

“(D/N)! No ma’am!” you frowned as you shook a finger at her. The young girl’s smile fell as you proceeded to chew her out. “We don’t use those bad words!” you barked. Her bottom lip trembled as she hid herself under the table.

“It’s not her fault,” your husband said from the adjacent hallway. You turned to him as he walked towards the table. He knocked on the surface a few times. Your daughter replied after a few seconds of silence with her own rhythmic knocks. Johnny smiled as he crouched down and guided her back to her seat. He kissed the top of her head before looking at you. You raised a brow, expecting an explanation.

“(D/N) may or may not’ve heard a certain word from a certain someone…that someone being her daddy,” his cheeks turned slightly red as he rubbed the back of his neck. You frowned.

“You son of a-”

“Careful. Don’t want her learnin’ any more words,” Johnny said with a raised brow and a smirk. You instantly closed your mouth. Your daughter stared at you sweetly, her head slightly tilted.

“Right,” you muttered. You turned back to your daughter. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, (D/N). You’re not a bad girl-we just can’t say bad words like that because it can hurt other people’s feelings. Okay?” you said. She nodded, her face lighting up slightly.

“Okay, Mommy,” (D/N) smiled. She paused for a moment as she hummed to herself, deep in thought. “Can I say ‘ass’?” she asked innocently. Johnny hid a smirk behind his hand as he stifled a laugh.

You're going to kill him.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

(S/N) swung his feet as you strapped him into the booster seat. Your husband cocked his head as you slammed your door shut, your nostrils flaring.

“Everything alright, love?” he asked. You raked your hands over your face as you glared back at your son. He bobbed his head along to the sound of the song playing on the car radio.

All of you were on a family day out when you remembered you had to grab a few things from the store. Your son wanted to come into the store while Kyle had to take a sudden phone call from Price. Your son pointed at the cashier and asked “Momma-why is that lady so fat?”. You couldn’t erase the shocked look on the woman’s face even if you could try.

You apologized profusely as you took your receipt and quickly hurried out of the store, your son complaining that you were holding his hand too tightly. You frowned as you stared at the young boy.

“Nothing. Let’s just go,” you waved as you rubbed your temples. You didn’t have the capacity to have a talk with your son at the moment. You’ll wait until you get home. Kyle shrugged as he put the car in reverse. The ride back home was rather quiet, minus the songs playing and your son singing along. Your husband pulled up to a stoplight, slipping his hand into yours.

“Why was that lady so fat?” your son asked. You slapped your other hand on your leg as you spun your head around.

“(S/N), we don’t say things like that, ever!” you shouted. Your son shrunk in his booster seat, his lips curving into a frown. “That is very, very rude! How would you feel if someone said something like that to you?” you demanded. Your son sniffed as he wrung his hands together.

“Love, please,” Kyle said. Your face was completely red as you looked back at him. “He’s only four-he doesn’t know any better,” he said calmly.

“I-I was just trying to be honest like you told me, Mommy,” (S/N) pouted. You unclench your jaw as you look into your son’s misty, chocolate-brown eyes. You exhaled through your nose as your shoulders lowered.

“It’s good to be honest, son. But we can’t say certain things because it might upset people. We need to be careful with our words,” you explained. Your son tilted his head as he resonated with your words.

“Okay, Mommy!” he said before going back to dancing to the music on the car radio. Your husband smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently as he moved the car forward.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[marshallsgirl]

i just wanted to request something 😭 can we get a long ish fic that’s angsty?? like can we get some arguing and then some good smut?? love ur fics btw 💗

Don't leave me

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Warnings: 🔞 MATURE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Recommended song: Sacrifice-Black Atlas feat. Jessie Reyez.

Author's note: I don't know exactly what is this but I hope you all enjoy it. I love you guys so much! Sending all of you a warm hug🫂🤍

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"Did you sleep with her or did you...Did you just kiss her?" I asked him. I was so scared to hear the answer. I couldn't believe I was having this kind of conversation with him again. I still remember that time like it was yesterday. That time when he told me he was leaving me cause he wanted to marry Kim. I was a complete mess. I was feeling persistently sad for months.The next year he got divorced and came back to me. I forgive him almost immediately because I was so in love...Damn it! I'm still in love with him. I helped him and he went to rehab. Here we are, he is healthy now thank God but now...Fuck, now we are at my house. He wanted to talk to me about something important, something that happened with Kim. Oh, man I feel this is going to be really painful. I'm just so stupid. I want to stop loving him.

"I slept with her" he answered.

Here we go.

"Fuck! Okay, alright!" At first I didn't feel any pain but instead I was feeling really angry. I wanted to punch the wall.

"Listen, maybe this is how it has to be. She is the mother of my child. We need to try to do the right thing for Hailie, you know. But, hey listen I love you..."

"Shut the hell up, Marshall! That's not love!"

"No! you shut up when I'm talking to you! Y/n, I went to her cause I was too angry with you!" he said trying to grab me by the arms, but I managed to wriggle out of his grip each time.

"I was angry with you, Marshall! You know how much I want to be a mom and you saying no to me made me really sad and angry. I'm sorry if I lost it! I went mad, I know. But I was angry with you! You are always leaving me, Marshall!" I yelled.

"I fucked up, I know! But I'm here trying to apologize to you and I want you to know that...Fuck, I do love you y/n" he replied.

"Stop saying that shit, you don't love me. You never...Marshall, stop you are making me feel like shit. I fucking hate you!" I was crying now. There is no way I could ever hate him and that makes me even more angry.

"Y/n, I hate to do this shit. I know I need you. Fuck! You've always been there for me when I needed you. But you have to understand!" He said.

"I can't believe you are doing this" I said still crying.

"Why can't you be happy for me? Y'know what? don't think about me, think about Hailie. I'm doing this for her happiness. Why can't you see that?"

Of course I was happy for Hailie, she is an angel. I loved her a lot. But couldn't stop thinking how much it hurts me that Marshall is not thinking about me. Not even a little bit.

"Y'know what...it's just fine! I don't fucking need you, so get out!"

"Y/n"

"Marshall, fuck-I'm..." I couldn't control my tears. "Leave right now!"

"Y/n, you don't want me to leave" he said chucklin.

"I want you to get the fuck out of my house right now!" I yelled but he didn't move. "Marshall, leave now!"

"Alright!" I saw him walk to the door and I couldn't control my mouth and I said:

"fuckin' asshole!"

"Fuck you!" He said before slamming the door. I was about to go to bed and cry more when he came back. He is unbelieveable! Why is he doing this!?

"Hey, let's talk like adults!" He proposes with a strong voice. He's standing right in front of the door with his back turned to it.

"Now you want to talk? Y'know what? Fuck you, Marshall!" I say walking towards him while I try to push him to get him out of the house. But he doesn't budge and he surprises me when he grabs me by my forearms. I stare at him in shock, his eyes darkening as he holds me close. He's putting pressure onto my skin, tight enough not to let me twist out of his hold. I hold his gaze, not showing any weakness but it's hard when he stares at me with so much intensity while he's so close to me. "You're being ridiculous. Get out of my house, you idiot!" I grunt, doing a poor job at pushing against his firm chest that barely budges and if it weren't for the tension in the room, Marshall would probably laugh at me for being weak. "Leave now, Marshall! I won't..."  and just like that I'm being shut up with Marshall's lips. He has crashed our lips together in seconds, barely giving me any time to react as the kiss is aggressive and firm, just like the tension between us is. He's still holding my forearms, smirking into the kiss when he feels that I relax under his touch. It irritates me and it causes another bubble of anger to pop as I start slapping his chest, but he doesn't let me go. I won't deny it. The kiss is good, too good. I don't want it to end but I don't let it show. It'll just boost his ego anyway. He bites my lower lip, gently not cracking my thin skin with his teeth as if to show his dominance, before he detaches his mouth from mine.

"Now shut up." he rasps out.

Once I'm back to my senses, I glare at him and nudge his chest with more strength. Marshall's eyes widen for a moment before a cocky grin appears on his lips. This is a fucking game for him, he thinks he can kiss me and make me shut up which digs into my pride.

"How dare you!?" exclaiming,  I nudge him again. This time, he lets his huge body budge underneath my palms and eyes me with the same smirk that I wish I could wipe off his face. He's so enjoying this. He is no longer holding me as his back meets the hard wood of my front door. "Stop laughing in my face!" I yell, ready to jap at his chest again but with a quick movement, he's holding me by my wrists before that could happen.

"You done?" he chuckles.

Oh, he's devilishly hot and can use his charms very well. He is challenging me with a single stare and attitude. It's fucking pissing me off. He's doing this purposely. Before I could get some words out of my very shocked and open mouth, Marshall is already opening his mouth again.

"Don't act like you didn't like it," he chuckles, thumbs caressing my wrists which he still holds in his grasp. It irritated me that he just shut me up with a kiss. Fuck, I did like it.

"Fuck you," I scoff, "Don't flatter yourself." He nods along my words, cockily chuckling lowly before he grabs my wrists with one hand, the other one holding the back of my head. I could feel my heart in my throat, anticipating his next move as my stomach burns with excitement despite how distant the two of us are. He is kissing me again. Dropping his hold around my wrists, his hands are cupping my cheeks as he slowly backs me. My hands clutch the thin material of his expensive shirt. He's everywhere, tongue exploring my mouth, teeth biting my lower lip and tugging it before he's diving back for a kiss, barely giving me a chance to catch a breath. 

All of my thoughts are gone, mind empty with only one purpose: kiss him back. My own hands are over his back, nails grazing his back that's covered with his shirt and that's why I put a special pressure, causing him to groan. The kiss is aggressive, no matter how many times we've had quick sex or were making out, the atmosphere was never this aggressive and there was never this much tension. He's still backing me, my ass bumping into the back of my couch that's in the middle of the room, thanks to the spacious living room I have. When he pulls away, his forehead leaned against mine, I slowly open my eyes to be met with tongue licking his bottom lip.

"Should I still not flatter myself?" he asks confidently, cocking his brow at me as I glare at him.

"You're so fucking annoying." I remark, not having enough time to even add something as he's kissing me all over again. The kiss is heated, My body heating up from Marshall's lips and touch, a shameless moan escaping my lips. Fuck, my own body betrays me! 

"Marshall," I moan, his mouth on my neck as he bites me into the crook of it. Licking the faint mark of his teeth, he sucks my skin there while a gasps of pleasure resounds from me.

My hand goes between his legs, feeling the hardening bulge and I give it a squeeze, his body shivers for a moment. When I give him an intentional and hard squeeze, his deep growl of irritation is pleasing for me. Marshall doesn't waste time, growing annoyed at the fact I just grabbed his dick knowing it'll hurt, and he turns around quickly. So quickly that I almost get a whiplash, my body hovering over the couch as he bends me over it. Luckily, my arms catch me before my head can bump into it and if it weren't for the awkward position, I'd cuss him out for being so reckless. Surely, there was no real danger for me but it still caught me off guard.

It all happens quickly. First, I feel Marshall's hands on my sweatpants. They pool around my ankles, Marshall's fingers already tracing the hem of my panties. He takes off my panties.They pool around my ankles, along with my sweatpants as Marshall kicks my legs apart. Thank god I'm bent over, so I don't actually stumble from his action. I feel the tip of his fingers brushing against my heat, voice humming at the wetness that coats his fingers. One second he's rubbing his fingers against me, the next second I hear the rustle of his belt unbuckling, following the sound of a zipper before I feel his dick poking my ass cheek. My breath catches in my throat, thighs begging to clasp together so I can get at least some kind of friction. In my current position, it's almost impossible to get some relief.

"What did you say to me? That I should fuck you?" he asks lowly

"What?" I breathe out, not hiding how shaky my voice is. "I did say fuck you a few times".

"Yeah, fuck you"

I feel his dick. He starts pushing in. He always stretched me out, but this time he's splitting me open as I gasp at the sudden pressure of his thick length. He's not extremely quick but not slow either, just enough to surprise me with the pace he had chosen. Filling me up to the brim, I gasp as he starts pulling out before he smacks his length back into me. His thighs slap against my ass as he sets a rustless pace, as soon as he hears moans and gasps leaving my mouth.

"You feel fucking amazing, babe" he said. He delivers a few slaps to my ass and I'm a moaning mess. My body is pulled up by Marshall's strong arms as I bump into him, our bodies still connected as he stops his thrusts. I whine, wishing he'd continue as his hard length is pressing against my cervix. Marshall's fingers tap against my lips and I open my mouth.

"Put them in your mouth." I hear his husky voice

I swirl my tongue against his two fingers and he hums approvingly into my ear. Shivering, he pulls them out before I feel them circling my clit. And his hips are already working as he starts thrusting into me again. Throwing my head back, I lean against his shoulder as pleasure shoots straight through my entire body. It feels so fucking good. My walls wrapping around his dick while his palm is sprawled over my lower stomach. I glance down and I can see him moving inside of me.  I shut my eyes in pleasure. It's becoming too unbearable and he barely started.

"Fuck, Marshall" I gasp out, his hand disappearing from my heat and just as I'm about to complain, he's wrapping his hand around my throat. My eyes roll back, especially when he squeezes my neck and grunts into my ear.

Oh fuck, I'm going to be so sore after this. But I don't regret it and I chase my high. My nails dig into his skin, my body barely holding up as my legs tremble.

"So good." he moan.

He's making me feel so fucking good, my whole body shudders as I approach an intense orgasm. I feel so full that I just couldn't hold it up for much longer. His hand around my neck is just a huge bonus that makes everything more intense. My legs shake as I'm cumming, walls clenching repeatedly around his dick that still thrusts into me. The orgasm lasts long, longer than I thought it would but I'm not complaining. Marshall delivers a couple of harsh thrusts that makes me wince, his hips slapping against my ass for a few times before he's cumming, leaving his seed inside of me. He growls, his thrusts sloppy as he rides himself through the orgasm. Our chests move quickly, our bodies exhausted as his hold on me easens up and I no longer feel him pressed against me.

His warmth is gone as soon as he pulls out of me, my walls aching and heat already swollen, but I love that feeling. I've to clutch the back of the couch, holding myself for balance and support while I'm trying to catch a breath. Glancing at Marshall, I stare at him with my heart painfully twisting in my chest as I watch him getting into his clothes.

"Y/n, you'll always be one of the most important women in my life" he said and then walks away, making his way to the front door.

"Marshall, wait!" I called for him but he didn't look back. He leaves me. My heart just broke. I started to cry. "Don't leave me".

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I cry a lot. I thought he'll be back. But he's not. He didn't came back.

And the night when I saw the news where they announced that Marshall was remarrying Kim, it was the same night I found out I was pregnant...

[kairiscorner]

HIII!! :33 love ur writing sm btw always makes me giggle and kick my feet

could i request a ceo!miguel and a detective!reader who are childhood best friends - even better if hes protective of her although she can clearly handle herself

SORRY IF ITS TOO MUCH this is my first time requesting things on tumblr waaa (* ´Д ｀)

if its okay can i be 🌼 anon?? thank you so much!!

HELLO DEAR, YES OFC YOU CAN BE 🌼 ANON 💖💖 and sure thing :DDD when i read 'detective', my mind immediately went to ranpo edogawa from bsd (totally not gonna give y/n his energy) ANYWAY i hope you like this 🌼 anon (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

think you can do this on your own? – ceo!miguel o'hara x detective!reader

he stared at you from across the table, looking a little skeptical at you as you noisily slurped at your frappe that he got you, all smiles as you drank it up. he raised an eyebrow at you. "could you drink any louder?" he asked you in a sarcastic, low voice–as if he were a parent about to chide their child for their poor table manners. you looked at miguel with your wide, bright eyes and tilted your head to the side. "i could." you replied, slurping the drink even louder, much to miguel's dismay. he sighed to himself and shut his eyes, rubbing his temples with his hand on his face as his eyebrows came together in a furrow. you were always this cheeky and childish, though the problem was, you both were in your early 30's, and you were a well-known and highly-respected detective in all of nueva york–yet you couldn't even restrain yourself from preventing making a ruckus from how loud you were drinking your sugary concoction. "please." miguel muttered as you chuckled in response.

"please what, miggy? you don't just leave me hanging–i might be a detective, but i can't work with insufficient evidence. do you perhpas want me to drink louder? well, watch this." you quipped as miguel pushed his sunglasses back up on his face and leaned closer towards you slurping even louder as you drank away. "listen, you are a genius detective, alright–" "oh, tell me something i don't know, mig." you said with a giggle as you slurped your frappe again, much to miguel's dismay. he took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "you may be a genius, however... you're careless, childish to a fault." he muttered with a sigh as he covered his mouth with his hand, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he narrowed his gaze at you still slurping at your frappe, gazing back at him with your widened gaze.

you sighed as you rested the cup you were clenching on the table, folded one leg over the other, rested your elbows back on either ends of the backrest of your chair and leaned your head back. "what? it's true, you haven't got as much responsibility and seriousness compared to the cases you've solved." miguel chided you as you groaned. "but, miggy... i get out of those cases scot-free! so what if i'm not as serious or boring as you, at least i've got a brain that can think and a soul that loves fun!" you whined as you lifted you head up and looked at miguel with a pleading face. miguel shook his head as he brought his mug up to his lips, taking in the bitter taste of his black coffee. "i still don't think you should be the one to take on the case, it's too risky." you furrowed your eyebrows as you heard him say that, folding your arms over your chest again. "and how so? i've solved kidnapping and thievery cases that the police were so sure that were going to end up as cold cases—i'm the detective you need, mig." you told him as you unfolded your legs and arms and leaned closer to him, piercing his gaze with your own intense, determined ones as you clasped your hands around his own once you grasped his hand.

"no. besides, this is an internal issue within alchemax, you shouldn't even be informed of what's going on, but because of... you know, the fact that you know how to pry—" "investigate." you corrected him with a look of disappointment in your eyes. miguel nodded and sighed. "...because of the fact you know how to investigate properly, you managed to figure out a whole shipment of rapture was stolen from us in a single night without me having to tell you. and i hope that you figure out that i will be hiring a different private investigator to deal with this for us." "what, why?! i'm only like, your best childhood friend for the past thirty years, i'm literally the only friend you have!" you exclaimed, hurt that miguel didn't trust you to investigate the stolen goods situation for alchemax. "you are not my only friend." "oh, really, then who else've you got?" you asked him with a raised eyebrow.

miguel opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. "and don't say it's lyla, because you know for a fact you don't program friends." you quipped as lyla appeared from out of miguel's watch and folded her arms up at you with a little glare. "ugh, rude." she said to you as she stuck her tongue out at you, with miguel closing his mouth and shutting his eyes. "this is getting way off-topic, lemme just cut to the chase—i don't want you anywhere near alchemax until this whole situation blows over. i've... made a few enemies since we last spoke—" "gotta hand it to your wonderful people skills, i really do." you said as you slurped away at your frappe again as miguel's eyebrows crinkled together again. "anyway, there are dangerous people in neuva york right now, they could be in this very coffee shop we're at right now. the last thing i want is for you to be jeopardized... so please, keep a low profile, keep your head down, and stay far away from me." miguel warned you with a stern voice as you stared at him with an unfazed gaze, as if you've been warned by miguel time and time again never to do something, but of course... you'd always end up doing it, just because.

you set your frappe down again and sighed. "you're forgetting that i, hah, actually caught a cat burglar the other night. did i tell you about it?" "um, no?" miguel answered you with a raised eyebrow. you smirked at him and shook your head with that smirk on your face. "tsk, tsk, oh, miggy... i think i found your guy." you said as you pulled out your phone and showed him the selfie you had with the crook you captured. you were smiling and showing a peace sign in the photo while the crook was beaten up and bruised, you giggled as you showed miguel the photo as he stared at it with widened eyes. "you beat this guy up?" he asked you as he zoomed into the screen and you nodded. "you shouldn't be proud you resorted to violence, is this guy even actually—" "the thief? well... why don't you check with lyla right now on the status of your rapture shipments?" you asked him as you slurped again on your frappe as miguel inquired lyla on that very statement.

"oh, would ya look at that." lyla said aloud as she got an email from several of miguel's subordinates that the ravage shipments were returned safely at alchemax, untampered and alright. miguel looked at the emails and back at you in astonishment, or as much as he was going to allow. he cleared his throat and adjusted the sunglasses on his face, bringing the mug of black coffee back to his lips. you smiled devilishly at him and leaned your head into your palm, balancing it while you looked at miguel all cheekily. "you know that's got nothing left in it, right?" you asked him as miguel had only then realized he ran out of coffee.

he cleared his throat and nodded. "i... okay. but you could've told me that you, y'know..." he stammered, feeling ashamed of himself for not trusting you and having faith in your capabilities that made you the person you are today—he was just so concerned about you, worried about what might happen to you if he wasn't there to protect you, but you already deciphered that from how he presented himself and how he spoke around you, it warmed your heart but also annoyed you. you leaned back in your chair and smiled, proud of yourself at finally making miguel eat his words for the umpteenth time. "a 'thank you' would be nice, mig. c'mon, you can say it, i know you wanna." you teased him as miguel sighed and folded his arms over his chest. "...thank you." he whispered under his breath as you leaned closer to him, placing a hand to your ear to hear him better as your smile broadened. "can't hear ya, miggy, again please?" you asked him with a slight giggle as miguel grumbled.

"i said..." he began as he leaned over closer to you, his breath hot against your ear, his lips brushing over your earlobe as he whispered, "thank you, you damned brat." you felt yourself get a little hot in the cheeks after you heard him whisper in that low, raspy voice of his that kind of made you feel a lot more than just cocky. you may have gotten a bit flustered by him, but you still have all the bragging rights in the world that you defied his assumptions and solved his problem for him before he could even ask anybody else for help. "am i your favorite detective now, then, miggy?" "you're my sole headache, you're far from my favorite." he responded flatly as you pouted up at him. "well you're my sole accident prone dorito, there." you quipped as miguel looked at you quizzically. "dorito?" you chuckled. "lyla would get it." you said as lyla appeared and gave you a thumbs up. "you run your mouth a lot, but you're right on one thing at least." the AI assistant said as you smiled wider, with miguel looking ever more confused.

"don't worry, miggy... i'm your problem solver. just make sure to tell me i'm the best, and i'll keep helping you." you said playfully as miguel sighed yet again. "...you are highly unprofessional and brash, but you've got a good brain in that pretty little kid-like, airhead of yours." he said as he got up and put his coat back on, getting ready to head to his office. your face beamed even brighter at miguel's praise. you got up and followed him, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and clung your legs around his waist, with miguel instinctively holding you up by holding on to your inner thighs. he grumbled under his breath, telling you this was embarrassing for the two of you.

"it's been so long since you held me! you owe me big time, miggy. now, to the ice cream shop!" you exclaimed as miguel walked out of the coffee shop with you clinging on to his chest, looking stoic and composed as he told you calmly, "you're way too spoiled." "and you love spoiling me with your seven-figure paycheck." you replied with a giggle as miguel's face got all sheepish and frustrated that, once again, you were right.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @ophanimgold @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @simsrandomstuff @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0

[nineliabilityrisk]

This was... surprisingly not the weirdest situation Michael had gotten himself into. Tucked away in some dark, nasty-ass alleyway with what was probably one of the worst beings on Earth to be stuck in an alleyway with. He couldn't even leave, 'cause there were people out on the street. People that he'd drawn out with the sounds of the scuffle he'd just gotten into with the giant murderpanda when he'd first seen it. People that probably wouldn't take too kindly to seeing Mr. Walking Corpse pass them by. He'd already been evicted once for that. (Now that had been one of the more 'fun' things to learn about, once Ennard had left him.) At least the alley was pretty wide. More room to maneuver. Also, more room for trash to pile up absolutely everywhere. God, was he glad that most of his soft tissue rotted off, 'cause that included his olfactory system. Goodbye, sense of smell.

"Now, I agree with you on that first part, buddy," he said, voice sounding nearly as damaged as the bear's due to Ennard's unceremonious exit all that time ago. "But-" he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, or, what was left of it - "not so sure about the second half. Tried it once. Didn't stick. You know this, you were there. Still not forgiving you or your pals for that, by the way." He really tried to act unphased by Funfred's words and the situation as a whole. Yep, that killer animatronic bear basically just told him to off himself in the middle of some random alleyway. Normal Tuesday night for him.

He very much did not react to Funfred calling William - Michael's father - 'Papa.' That was fucking weird. It would also technically make them brothers. He did not have the energy for that kind of mental acrobatics at the moment. That was something to be compartmentalized and locked away and ignored until the day he finally found a way to get himself off of this mortal plane.

There would normally be no chance in Hell that Michael would be acting this calm around an animatronic, especially not one that has proven himself to be as dangerous as Funtime Freddy, but, well. He was technically immortal, now, for one - not willingly, but, hey, Funfred had technically been a part of the cause, so he would have to deal with it, and, two... The panda seemed to be, well, pretty well contained already. "So. Found someone to fix you up, huh? I will say, you look a whole lot better than when I last saw you - that soup of cables and eyeballs I puked into the sewers was not pretty."

He clasped his bony hands behind his back, the gloves he wore doing their job to keep everything in place. Giving an exaggerated wince, he walked in a semicircle around where the pastel panda was slumped in a pile of garbage, giving him as wide of a berth as possible to stay out of reach but not being too overly cautious. As far as he could tell, the bear's arms still worked, after all, and even though his overall mobility seemed limited, Michael wasn't exactly keen on testing it. "Doesn't really look like they finished the job, though, did they? Having some trouble moving, there, Fredboy?" Okay. Maybe he was having a little too much fun with this. But, to be fair, this bear did technically have a hand in ending his life not all that long ago. This was just... Karma. Or something. Maybe, like... Passive revenge. Either way, he deserved to have something go not-terrible in his life for once.

"Okay. I'm done for now. I got enough of it out. Looks like we need to talk, though, 'cause I'd rather stop meeting like this." Squatting down - a good few feet away, of course, he was still well aware of who he was dealing with - to be closer to Funfred's eye level while avoiding making contact with the somehow slimy-looking pavement, he rested his forearms on his knees and squinted into the bear's eyes. "What the fuck are you doin' here, man? What happened to you?"

❝  Living is overwhelming! Dying might just be your thing!

Cause Papa just taught me one thing; 'TAKE THINGS INTO YOUR OWN HANDS!' ❞

[atierrorian]

Hiii this is my first time requesting on Tumblr sorry if its bad Idk if ur requests are open RN feel free to ignore if not up but could you do twisted wonderland Floyd Lilia and Leona with a so who is really insecure about there legs because they have alot of scars btw love ur writing hope ur having a good day :))

Hi!! And don't worry! You're fine and thank you so much! I hope you have a great day too!

Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of bullying

FLOYD LEECH

•Listen, Floyd doesn't care whether or not you have scars cause either way he thinks you're beautiful!

•Floyd will just smile at you and ask you what's the matter with that since he genuinely doesn't know what's wrong your scars, cause either way, you're still shrimpy! (Or a different nickname if you'd like)

•If someone ever made you feel insecure, you bet your ass that Floyd would not hesitate to get aggressive and get into a fight with the person who made you feel like that! (You're going to have to stop him if you don't want to cause a scene.)

•Seriously Floyd will not hesitate to throw hands if someone ever made you feel insecure!

•"Like why do they care? Can't they mind their own business? >:(" -Floyd

•Floyd's mood will dampen but if you tell him it's alright then he'll instantly smile and hug you tightly to the point you'll have to tap him so you wouldn't suffocate...

•Follows you wherever you go unless he has some duties to attend to by Azul just so he could throw hands and snarl at people who makes you feel insecure due to your scars!

•But besides that, Floyd really won't see you anything different just because you have a lot of scars on your legs. If anything, it would mean that you are really strong! (At least in Floyd's perspective)

•Floyd really wants to make you feel better about your scars!! So he'll do anything in his power to make you feel better about yourself!

•So overall, Floyd is just a cutie patootie that doesn't care if you have scars or not and just tries his best to make you feel safe!

LILIA VANROUGE

•This dude is a war veteran okay? So he is bound to have some scars as well!

•Lilia will try to make you feel more comfortable with yourself with your scars since he thinks it's beautiful either way and he doesn't judge since he does have some of his own as well.

•He tells you that there is nothing wrong with your scars and that you should feel more proud of them! Of course he'll still understand if you're still insecure about them.

•If someone ever mentions about your scars in a bad way, he'll creep up on them and scare the living shit out of them and watch them scurry away while having an innocent face and pretending he doesn't know what he did wrong. (He knows what he did and he has no remorse.)

•If you'd want, he can show you some of the scars he has and he'll have such a smug face when you look at them in awe.

•By the way, when you first showed Lilia your scars he felt very proud since you were very very insecure about them and you were worried he would judge you for them. But don't worry, he'll never judge you because of it!

•Btw Lilia would most likely make you try out his totally non-poisonous food to make you feel better whilst you just decline and laugh nervously... (The Diasomnia dorm will pray for you if you ever eat it.)

•But besides that, Lilia will support you through and through and will help you feel more comfortable!

•If he has to throw hands, he will throw hands and dust of his hands and walk away while the others are on the floor beaten down since they were asking for it! No one messes with you or else they'll have to go through him!

•But overall, he is very caring and will support you and make you feel better about your scars!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

•Leona already has a scar of his own okay? He doesn't care if you have scars or not since he has one of his own.

•If you're a women, he will respect you since women in his location are really well respected since they're the ones fighting most of the time!

•And even if you aren't a women he could care less about it.

•But Leona does know how it feels to be insecure of scars since he has one and it's pretty visible, he may not show it very good but he really does care for you a lot!

•He'll try to make you forget about your scars in someway or another since he doesn't like seeing you sad and really wants to make you feel better!

•If someone made you feel bad about your legs because of your scars; he will not hesitate to fight them, but if you don't want him to then he'll just drag you away to somewhere else and take a nap with you. (It's one of his solutions to make you feel better okay.)

•Leona may come of as someone who doesn't care but he really wants you to feel better about your scars and wants to make you feel proud of them! But he knows that it will take time, but he is willing to support you. (Even if it looks like he doesn't care and would grumble, he does care.)

•Whenever you feel insecure about your legs, he'll just drag you and make you tap a nap with him just so you could forget about it and just nap with him!

•You know, Leona still thinks you're beautiful even if you think otherwise just because of your scars. He really does! And he'll make sure no one messes with you as long as he's around.

•But overall, Leona will try to make you feel better by napping, and he really cares and he thinks you're more fierce with your scars!

Eyyy! I'm finally finished with this!!! And I'm sorry if I haven't been posting too often! I've been busy since school started and I'm tired, but I do hope you enjoyed this!

[floyds1fan]

If I may ask, your nsfw headcanon relating to Tai Lung wanting children but felt it was too late kinda made me sad.

So I wanna see a nsfw scenario where fem! Reader tells Tai Lung that's its ok to want kids and they could work together in spite of his age. And so tells him to make them fully his.

I'm so sorry for making you upset 😭😭

I just thought certain people would come after me because they'd say "He's too old you bloody idiot" (I'm Scottish btw...Well, I grew up in Scotland)

Tai Lung x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut🔥

Btw, no, I don't really think it matters what age your OC or just u are in this, but obviously maybe a bit over 18, idk, or just 18 tbh ^^

Tai Lung and you have been together for ages, When he entered the spirit realm you showed him how to get used to it. That led to you two becoming friends, Best friends, Girlfriend and Boyfriend ^^ (You can choose if y'all are engaged or married yet)

You were walking through the spirit realm near where you and Tai Lung lived, until you found him sitting down with his ears down looking at the ground, You could tell he was upset.

You walked up to the snow leopard and sat beside him, Resting your head on his shoulder

"Tai? Are you alright?"

He nodded

"Yeah I'm fine...It's just-....I..."

"?"

"This might sound too late but...I kinda want kids..?....And we can't really have any"

"Why can't we?"

"I'm 56 (reader)."

"And so? You do realise people in the spirit realm don't reealllyyy age right? General Kai is like...500!"

Tai Lung paused and his ears went up

"And plus, Nobody will really care if we have kids or not anyway, Tai, it's alright to want kids and we can work together despite your age!

(Also yours depending how old ur OC is)

"...You're right....But...Are you up for it?"

"Ready as I'll ever be...I want you to make our kids fully yours.." you whispered.

🔥Time skip♥️

You and Tai Lung went to bed and started fucking eachother because biology! (And because kids)

The two of you were in missionary (If that's the position you want to be in) and Tai Lung is the Dom, You the Sub

This is like round...4? You can't even remember anymore to be honest, he's been going at it for ages

You were gripping on his shoulders, literally seeing stars because he was going rough and extremely fast, Tai Lung has a lot of energy to do something like this

"Just-...One more.."

"T-Tai!...I-I can't last any longer!~"

You whimpered as he just continued, The both of you were at the edge now

"Just a tad more longer darling, Then we'll be done for today...~"

He kisses your lips as you were a moaning mess and he was breathing heavily and groaning

3 minutes later, you were shaking and sweating like hell, Tai Lung was going fast asf until you both came together

"Holy shi-t!" You gripped on his shoulders harder but not enough to hurt the guy

Tai Lung then pulls out of you with an airy moan and collapses beside you

He spooned you, Him being the big spoon and you being the little spoon, He put his chin on your head and held your hand while breathing heavily

"....Hey Tai?"

"...Mhm?"

"I love you"

"...I love you too, (Reader)"

He kisses your head and falls asleep with you, Hoping, You guys can still have kids.

Spoiler!

You guys do :) 💗

Thanks for reading!💖

Sorry if this was a bit short or not to expectations, I'm mostly used to NSFW/Smut headcannons 😭💗

[tpwkwriter]

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Hii how was ur day?

Can you do one where Harry and y/n (y/n is a famous actress btw, she is a very famous avenger and is super friends with the marvel castand harry is really jeoulous of tom holland bc he has a crush on her and all and he even makes remarks about that through the interview :) ) are doing a interview and the intervier is keep on asking questions that is inappropriate to YN (like very touchy, looking at er in a sexual way almost harrasing her and asking her very sexual question and sexualising her) and she does not know what to say. And Harry comes to the rescue and like defends her and puts the dude in his place and gets really pissed at him. And that after the interview like how sweet and caring he is with her and all.? ❣️

Let’s not.

First off thank you! I’m good thanks How are you? And secondly thank you for your request! 🤎

Hope this is what you sorted wanted! Not massive in the marvel/endgame scene so I sort every changed that slightly I hope that’s okay? 😋

Warnings: cussing, pervy Interviewer, sexual harassment!!, uncomfortable setting.

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Y/n fiddled with the hem of her dress that sat above her knees as she sat on the directors chair that had her initial printed on.

The scene in-front of her was slightly terrifying, the professional cameras, the white backdrop to allow better lighting, the microphones held by several men, it was an overwhelming setting.

The empty chair directly in-front of her was playing on her mind of how was this was gonna go, what questions will he ask?, what If I sound stupid? What I ruin the movie?, what if I make myself look stupid in front of all these people including my boyfriend???.

Her Train of thought was brewing around in her mind, the what ifs and the buts.

“Hey pretty” a familiar voice asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey H” she said snapping out of her thoughts and back into reality.

“Look Like y’seen a ghost m’darling what’s up?” He said handing her a warm coffee he purchased.

“Oh thank you, and nothing m’fine” she smiled and waved her hand, taking a sip of her drink.

“Baby” he sighs.

“Y’nervous?” He asks placing his palm on her exposed knee.

“Mhmm” she hummed

Without another word he wrapped his arm over her shoulders and kneeled to her level making sure to press a kiss to her temple.

“No need to be nervous m’darling, you’ll do amazingly” he said gently into her ear and leaving his chin gently on her free shoulder.

“And once y’done we can Go Grab Dinner alright?”

“3 Minutes till shoot!” A producer yells allowing all to hear.

“I love you, and I’ll be watching you as always” he said pressing a lingering kiss to the girls cheek.

“I love you too H” she smiled, feeling slightly more confident then before.

“Enter mark jones!” The producer states opening the door.

Y/n’s Heart Drops, it’s nearly time, mark jones was the interviewer who was going to be speaking to y/n.

“Hey y/n! I’m mark and I’m very much looking forward to Interviewing such a beautiful lady as yourself” he says stepping forward between the couple and throwing his arms out for a hug.

A hug? Y/n thought a Hand Shake would be more appropriate, but she went along just thinking he was really friendly.

However just to contrast, Harry’s smile had already been wiped off his face, it’s just a hug he told himself.

“Please let’s begin!”He said pulling his chair closer to hers, that didn’t go unnoticed by H.

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“3,2,1, lets go”

“So we Are joined by the lovely y/n y/l/n, who recently has made and joined in various amazing upcoming films!” He exclaims.

The camera flips to y/n.

“Thank you for the introduction mark” she smiles

“No but, thank you for having me!” She adds

The interview starts off strong and positive and many questions about y/n’s carer and acting life to which y/n responded appropriately and better than she ever thought.

Meanwhile Harry’s eyes were glued to his girl, the way she spoke, smiled, spoke to camera and spoke in detail about what she loved made him feel absolutely complete.

However mark wanted more and more Information from this girl.

“So y/n we all know your a gorgeous girl” he says

“Oh thank you” she smiles, shyly putting her head down.

“I mean it” he says scanning the girl up and down not noticing one bit that y/n’s mood had simmered down and noticed his creepy actions

“When you were working on set you must’ve been absolutely eye candy to your coworkers” he suggests reaching his fingers out and tapping her knee.

Harry on the sideline immediately perked up and noticed his actions.

“Mate chill, ya gonna lose circulation in your hands if y’keep up” one of the set workers mentioned.

Looking down to his hands, just to see his tightened fist.

One more chance he thought.

“Well, my coworkers were actually really respectful and understood boundaries very clearly, unlike some people” she smiled feeling satisfied with her confidence.

‘That’s my Girl’ he thought to himself

“Well y/n, i don’t know if I could control myself near you” he says with a loud laugh.

What is that suppose to mean.

“What’s the chance of one night toge-“

“Have you got anymore questions about the movies?” A voice off of set asked

Thank fuck for Harry’s presence, she thought.

“Hey?” He said turning to Harry who was

“Yeah i mean, let’s keep on track” she phrases blowing a tiny kiss to Harry who kept all eyes on his girl.

“This will Not make the Final Cut” he smirks.

Luckily for the both, mark managed to ask more appropriate questions and movie related stuff.

“Now onto your relationships!”mark exclaims.

“Oh right” she smiles.

“So How Long have you been with this young man?” He asks peering over to the man now currently beaming at his girl.

“Oh so This is Harry, he’s been in my life 4 years now, and yeah..uh best years of my life really, never been so happy” y/n smiles making eye contact with the man during the last sentence.

“Wow thats lovely n all but, aren’t you scared your just another slut?” He asks just so causally.

“What?” The girl asks eyes wide and completely taken by surprise.

“Let’s Not mate, let’s not” Harry interjected.

“I’m being honest mate, how many ladies have you had while with this one?” He laughs

“What the actual fuck” y/n said under her breath.

“You know what, I’m not continuing” she said removing her mic pack.

“Love I’m being super honest here” he said reaching out his arms and moving over to her.

“No,no,no y/n is not y’love And no way in hell are you getting your hands on her” he states edging his way in-front of y/n

“Y’here to talk about her talent and her carer” he added.

“Shes None of that, shes just a walking Sex machine And thanks too you shes famous” mark jerked

“Thats a fucking enough from You mate” Harry stated fists getting tighter and eyes getting darker.

“I think You Need to fuck right off before I bust your arse” he says blank faced and serious.

“My girls so passionate and all you want to know is if she’s a slut? Fuck off mate” he continues.

“Well y/n we will not be interviewing you nor ever releasing this interview enjoy your flailing career” the old man spat.

“Whatever, I don’t need this shit” y/n says picking up her stuff and taking her Harry’s hand and slowly heading out.

— — — — —

The car drive was quiet, not a bad quiet, but it wasn’t energetic.

“Y’alright darling?” He asks taking one hand from the wheel And Locating it on her thigh.

“Yeah, m’cool” she smiles, playing with his rings.

“You?” She asks

“Apart fron fucking pissed..Yeah” he states.

“He didn’t touch you did he?” Harry said glancing over at the girl by his side, eyes as serious as ever.

“No, no, thankfully” she sighed.

“Just so uncomfortable, it was all so awkward” she said cringing at the thought

“Fucking hell” he Said taking her Hand bringing it up to his lips and leaving a kiss there.

“M’fucking sorry you had to even speak with that twat” he says gripping the steering while tighter then before.

“Hey S’okay, no one got hurt or injured, and it’s not y’fault angel” she smiles.

“And besides v’got better events coming up, missing his interview means nothing” she sighs.

“He will never speak to you again darling trust me with that” he says

I’m sure H, but on a lighter note” she smiles

“Where we going for dinner?”

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Bit sucky towards the end my apologies! 😭🤎 let me know your opinions I really hope you enjoy this! ❤️