#Our children are so cute I wanna cry

[finsplurtz]

all mine — sukuna ryōmen

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Sukuna Ryōmen

— Contents: sub top male reader x dom bottom Sukuna , OOC sukuna , A bit of x Yuji , madd overstimulation , could contain r4pe , power bottom Sukuna , degrading , crying , a bit of a breeding kink in there , Yuji is aged up……

Warnings : non con possibly, crying

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Itadori was panting while his body twitched. He was straddling yn, he was fully stuffed with his cock. Cum on yn’s stomach, and some dripping out of his ass.

yn was lazy and tired, he lied on the bed staring at the ceiling just massaging his boyfriend’s thighs.

“..ngh…” A small noise caught his attention. He looked at Ita’ who was slightly out of it.

“….you okay, hon..?” He asked bringing his hand to caress his boyfriend’s face.

Itadori hiccuped before nodding and slowly lying his body over his boyfriends chest.

Yn was slightly concerned but tried not to question him too much…he ran his fingers thru Yuji’s hair closing his eyes hoping to fall asleep.

He felt Yuji lift his ass slowly and sink back down with more cum pooling out. Yn quirked an eyebrow. He already felt a bit overstimulated so he hoped Yuji wouldn’t want to go again..

“Yuji…” yn whispered and groaned. He swallowed when he felt his cute boyfriend begin to kiss and suck at his neck.

Yn let out small moans grabbing a handful of Yuji’s hair to gently pull him off.

“Yuj—“ He froze when he made eye contact with the devil himself.

“..S-sukuna..?” The tatted guy sat up straight with a slight moan.

“..Impressive.” Sukuna smirked looked down at the small bulge in his stomach. Yn blushed looking away. He kept his hands off yuji’s body.

“We’ll see how much more you can handle, yeah? Now that I have you all to myself while Yuji’s passed out…I can use my time wisely.” He lifted himself and slammed himself hack down harshly laughing when yn let out a pathetic whimper.

“SUKUNA- my..dick..” he whined gripping the sheets.

The curse ignored yn’s protests and continued to fuck himself on him. After a bit the pleasure hit him as well as the overstim since Yuji had already came.

Yn was high off sex, his eyes looking everywhere but at this fckin weirdo

“Hah…~ look at you ynnn-yy ..already fucked out aren’t you..mm..~” Sukuna ran his sharp nails over yn’s bare chest making him twitch and whine.

“Ita must be lucky..getting to see this whenever he wants. Soon as I get my freedom…you’re all mine….” Sukuna laughed once more bouncing on yn’s dick again.

“Shit- Yuji’s stupid b..body is so..ugh..~” Sukuna placed his hands on yn’s abdomen struggling to lift himself with his shaky thighs.

Yn was practically drooling as his dick twitched inside the ‘King of curses’.

“Hm..~? Really hope Yuji’s awake..need him to see this fucjing beauty..!” He grabbed yn’s jaw and forced him to look Sukuna in the eyes.

‘Kuna rolled his eyes and did his best to continue overstimulating the younger male. Pulling the whiniest sluttiest whimpers and cries from this man. He thought sukuna couldn’t tell but, yn was stopping himself from placing his hands on the smaller body.

“S-scared to touch me..~? Or afraid of what Yuji might s-say..” Sukuna smirked intertwining his fingers with yn’s finding his own g spot.

Sukuna’s tongue lolled out and he let out a whorish moan fucking himself faster and sloppier.

“Shhhitt..~ you feel so fuckin’ good…so big..I want your babies in me..!” Sukuna bit yn’s lip who shook violently inside his boyfriend and hissed at the small sting on his lip.

“Wa-wanna breed me…~? I bet Yuji would fuckin’ loveeee our b-babies..” Sukunas nails dug deeper into yn’s shoulder blades making him wince.

“Cmon..give me your children.” Sukuna sat up straight and grabbed yn’s hands, placing them on his hips, he shuffled on his dick.

“Fuck me..~?” Sukuna said in a low voice. Yn whined and began to fuck Sukuna at his best abilities.

Sukuna smirked watching the guy crumble beneath him. He was so weak, so sensitive..he couldn’t bear the sensation.

He pulled at yn’s wrist sitting him up and l putting both his hands on his leaking cock.

“Look at you…all fucked up~” Sukuna laughed and grinded his hips into yn’s hand as well as massaging his prostate with his dick.

“You’re all mine…just a little mess..my messy big dicked bitch..~!” He moaned pressing yn’s hands tighter around his smaller dick.

“..right, yn..~?” With one of his clawed hands he grabbed at the guys jaw and looked into his eyes.

“All…mine..~” Sukuna whispered gracing his lips against yn’s, pulling him into a hot make out session. Yn was practically drooling letting his tongue roam Sukuna mouth, maybe the amount of stimulation was making him all the more horny…

He thrusted his hips trying to cum one more time having Sukuna moan into his mouth.

“Mmph..~ Gunna c-come…” yn whined looking into Sukuna’s red eyes.

“Yeah..? Cmon big guy..come deeppp inside me….~” Sukuna’s dick twitched as he was also close.

A couple more thrust and yn came with a loud sob, his body trembled, he hid his face in the crook of Sukuna’s neck, panting like a dog.

Cum spilled from Sukuna’s cock while he moaned at the feeling of the other’s cum filling him up. He loved it so much, the feeling of an orgasm was now stuck in his mind.

“You’re all mine…right, love..?” Sukuna whispered into yn’s ear who mumbled incoherent noises and kissed his neck.

Sukuna grinned and wrapped his arms around yn’s neck.

.

.

He heard a small sniffle come from Sukuna and pulled away to see Yuji looking down at him with teary eyes.

Yn caressed his face and kissed him passionately.

“..I’m yours, Yuji..” He said looking into Yuji’s beautiful eyes before smiling and laying down on the bed spooning the smaller.

“Only yours…” He whispered while Yuji held onto him tighter.

Secretly Yuji really liked seeing yn go all submissive and whiny for him. He just imagined it was because of him and not Sukuna.

a/n: Sukuna typa guy to switch with Yuji while he’s having sex w/ yn to scare him…

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✯social media au

✯daniel ricciardo x female reader

✯the nickname mom and dad finally has some ‘true’ meaning behind it 🫶🏻

✯ah this was a request so thank you so much!! this was very fun and cute to write, i hope you enjoy<3

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this is life recently, all baby wants is gelato right now, which i won’t complain about. daniel and lando are like my full grown children half the time, and baby is the size of a cabbage now…which i feel the weight of 24/7🥴

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how the night started vs how the morning ended up, a very surprise welcome to our little girl Mila Grace Ricciardo. You are so special to us, mommy and daddy love you so much already❤️❤️

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i’m not crying anymore don’t worry, just couldn’t help but introduce Mila as my god daughter. i can’t thank y/n enough, okay i guess daniel too, for trusting me with this title. i love Mila so much already

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[lemon-muncher]

Hii can I order a cup of dom reader x inumaki with a side of smut and praise kink + size kink and extreme whimpering and moaning from inumakis end? Thank you ^^ 🙏☦

I am SO sorry this took so long to get out! Between having to rewrite this like three times because it wouldn't save and school, I had you wait for months for this. I hope this is good enough to make up for it!

Toge Inumaki x Male Reader

"Use your big boy words, Toge." Your voice rang in the sorcerer's ear. A quiet groan left Inumaki's mouth, his lips turning upwards as they quivered. All you can do is grin at the man beneath you. As Inumaki tries to grind his hips upwards to meet your brutal thrusts, he gasps for air as your arm flexes around his neck. "T-Thank you, Sir~" Inumaki mumbles with drool rolling down from his lower lip to your forearm. A mindless smile appears on his face as his skin rubs against your own.

"I want you to use your cursed speech on me."

One sentence that made Toge Inumaki crave more. The ability to speak to others, without having to hurt them... he craved it. The two of you understood each other. You talked. He listened. Small glances and touches being your main forms of communication. But to actually speak to the one he loved, Inumaki wanted that more than anything. And with a little encouragement and time, he pulled his shirt collar down.

"My cursed speech won't affect you..."

And just as he commanded, you were no longer affected by his technique... At least for the next few days. Like all things, there's a limit but that doesn't stop you from making the most of it. Use right now for example! Inumaki was practically crushed under your weight, his body jolting by your thrusts. He'd whine, telling you to go harder, faster, softer, slower. And here you were grinning as his cursed speech had no effect on you, allowing you to do as you please.

"Wanna cum! Pl-Please~ Let me cum!" Inumaki mumbles into the pillow he buried his face into. His body had collapsed onto the bed a while ago from your ruthless power over him. You release your arm from around his neck, he instinctively gasps for air, his head fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. "You wanna cum? Already? I thought-shit! I thought you could last longer than that!" You groan in your lover's ear. He shakes his head as tear form in the corner of his eyes from the realization that you had no intention of letting him cum

. Your thrust quickens, causing the cursed speech user to squeal in surprise. "Poor thing~ You look like you're gonna burst!" You chuckle at your partner's pathetic state. "How about this! I let you cum and you'll let me cum inside of you~ let me get you pregnant with my kids~" You kiss Inumaki's red cheeks as one of your fingers slides against the tip of Inumaki's cock; leaking with precum and red from the lack of attention. He trembles from the sensation and starts to babble a mixture of approval and thanks.

After a few more powerful thrusts, your legs start to give out as you release inside of a crying Inumaki. You groan softly in his ear as he clenches around you, feeling how hot his insides quickly became. "Thank you!Thank you!Thank you-" Inumaki started to mumble mindlessly, his brain fried and his voice worn. A fucked out grin was placed on his face letting you know that your lover was at least satisfied with his rough treatment. Your hand traces Inumaki's swollen stomach. "You'd be so cute if you were pregnant, Toge~ Such a good momma for our kids~"

You cooed into the other man's ear as his eyes fluttered closed. Exhaustion overwhelms him, his entire body heavy with fatigue. His mind wanders to a world where he has a kid with you, a world full of happiness and laughter from his children. Inumaki drifts off into this world before he mumbles one last "Thank you..." to you and falls asleep.

[peachsukii]

I wanted to continue off of last week’s Softie Sunday story about the Bakugo family bookstore. 🥰 I know it’s a liiiittle late but I finally got around to writing this out today.

✮ content. bookstore owner!bakugo. no quirks. mentions of children (two daughters: 16 and 10), Bakugo & reader are married.

“So…there’s somethin’ I wanna tell ya,” your eldest daughter starts, pausing to await your reactions. Katsuki quirks an eyebrow at her and glances your way, signaling for you to take the reins.

“Sure honey. What is it?” You ask, placing your utensils on the table and folding your hands over one another, devoting your attention to her. It wasn’t uncommon for important conversations to happen over dinner in the Bakugo household, it’s where you all could come together to connect every night.

“I decided what I wanna do. Y’know, as a career…at least I think I do.”

Katsuki tilts his head in curiosity while taking another bite of his dinner. “Yeah? An’ what’s that?”

She takes a deep breath before smiling confidently.

“I wanna be an author, just like Aunt Momo!”

Katsuki’s eyes twinkle under the dining room lights, beaming over his daughter’s aspirations. She was always the kid with the wildest imagination, constantly drawing cute children’s stories throughout school and acing all her creative writing projects. You and Katsuki assumed she’d want to be writer or illustrator when she was older, but never wanted to push her on it. It’s a hobby she loved and you didn’t want to pressure her into turning it into a career.

“That’s fantastic, sweetie!” You praise, reaching across the table to touch her hand. She turns to Katsuki, putting her free hand on his shoulder.

“Plus, someone’s gotta be book smart like Pops to run our store. I wanna continue the family legacy.”

He’s stunned, speechless. The room remains quiet until the silence is broken with your youngest throwing her fists in the air, victoriously shouting, “See sis? I knew he’d cry!”

Katsuki bursts into laughter, wiping the stray tears away with the backs of his hands. “That predictable, huh? M’proud of you, peach. Your Ma and I love and support whatever you wanna do.”

Your eldest crinkles her nose before grinning widely, just like her father does.

“Why don’t we call Aunt Momo after dinner, see if she has time to take you to lunch to talk about it?” You offer, squeezing her hand assuringly. “I’m sure she’d love to talk your ear off about writing.” She nods excitedly, her smile lighting up the room.

“I’ve got an idea for ya,” Katsuki says, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “How ‘bout we let you do a reading at the shop? Compile some of your stories in an anthology of sorts and read ‘em to customers, get yourself out there. We’ve got the space.”

“Really?!” She gasps, eyes wide with excitement.

He smiles, leaning his elbows back onto the table. “It’s our store and I’m the boss. We can figure it out after your talk with Aunt Ponytail.”

She jumps up from her seat, feet padding down the hallway to her room while exclaiming, “I’m gonna call her now!”

“There she goes, reminds me of someone I know,” you tease, winking in Katsuki’s direction. He shakes his head with a chuckle. In the distance, you can faintly hear “Auntie Momo! How are you?! I want to…” coming from her room.

It’s hard to believe how much a little local bookstore has helped shape your family into what it is today, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[chronically-ghosted]

fade into you

rating: Explicit (18+)

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

word count: 4K

summary: counting down the days until the new baby arrives, you’re already wound to a breaking point. Fortunately, Dieter is as good a husband as he is a father. 

warnings: pregnancy, hormonal behavior due to pregnancy, fluffy cute behavior with kids, oral (m!receiving), Dieter is a sensitive king and loves your tummy, brief body insecurity, pregnancy sex, smut, thigh fucking, daddy/mommy dynamic – mostly tongue in cheek, and finally the return of the greatest tag gone far too long from our lives - daddy!dieter

a/n: congrats @burntheedges you are the first prompt for my 1k follower celebration! This was your prompt for Dieter: "Your shirt is inside out." "Can you help me fix that?" This takes place in the same universe as Little Monsters, but you don’t have to have read that one to understand this one. Thank you SO much for sending this in!

🤍Dieter Bravo Masterlist 🤍Masterlist

I wanna melt in I wanna soak through I only wanna move when you move I wanna breathe out when you breathe in then I wanna fade into you

“C’mon – c’mon, just –,” your outstretched toe barely scrapes the end of the pen. You’re sweating – of course, you’re sweating, you’re always sweating these days. You try inching further down on the bed, as far as your aching back will allow, your leg fully extended, stretched so long you know you’re just flirting with a massive cramp – 

You manage to snag the pen between your toes but as you bring it forward, the weight of the top slips back – ��fuck, no!” and with a clatter, the pen tips backwards out of your grasp and onto the floor. After spending ten minutes trying to a fucking pen that you accidentally put there only after you managed to roll your way off the bed to go to the bathroom for the third time in forty-five minutes, the weight of it all hits you. The massive weight of you sinks back against the pillows, eyes scrunched shut, begging yourself not to cry.

You had all but demanded some time alone to work on the bills the producer wanted you to sort through. It was the last thing on your to-do list before you mentally allowed yourself to start your maternity leave and at this rate, it would be done by the time the nearly-grown baby in your stomach was a walking, talking ten year old. In that weird sixth sense mothers and their unborn children share, you feel your son turn and gently one foot presses against your forearm draped over your massive belly. In any other context, your heart would have been made ten times stronger, fortified by the love of your son.

Right now, it just makes you burst into tears. 

You’re crying so hard you don’t hear the back door open, or the rousing chorus of Baby Shark that echoes through the house. If you were listening, you’d hear the squelch of wet flip flops traipsing through the kitchen floor, the song only occasionally broken by giggles and jokes about towel monsters coming to get little girls who drip water all over the living room, and a loud raspberry on soft skin. 

He opens the door before you even have time to try to pull in the loud, wailing sob. 

“Baby, look at –,” 

“Dieter, don’t –,” you snatch up a pillow and shove your face into it, ashamed, embarrassed, and angry all at once. “Don’t look at me like this.” 

When he had left you an hour ago, you had your hot tea by the side of the bed and your game face on – one of your sexier faces, if anyone asked him. You swore up and down this was the last thing and then it was smooth-sailing. You loved overworking yourself even while eight months pregnant, so Dieter and your doctor managed to make an agreement with you: all work must be done in bed. 

You had your tea, a snack, even a towel wrapped around the headboard so you could pull yourself upright out of the bed to go to the bathroom unassisted while Dieter and Zelle went down to the pool . You, like you so often do, had a fool-proof plan. And to be quite honest, those were Dieter’s favorite kind of plans. 

Listening to his ‘you think I can’t do it? watch me, fuck you’ wife and mother of his child (soon to be another) wail like the house was on fire made something inside of him break on a microscopic level. Like his organs were suddenly perforated with a million tiny cuts. 

His bottoms still wet from the pool and Zelle’s wet suit quickly soaking the front of his t-shirt, Dieter approaches, his hand squeezing the arch of your foot to let him know he’s there. That did nothing to deter the anguish sobbing or inch the pillow away from your face. 

With Zelle on his hip, he slides closer, touching you the whole time until he’s seated right beside you, his hand on your thigh. Your sobbing might only be second to Zelle’s own yelling cry in successfully destroying him from the inside out.

“Baby . . .”

You don’t flinch but he sees your knuckles go white – you’re nearly at the end, but you can’t seem to stop. As Dieter waffles between drawing you into his chest with his free arm or just being there for you while you let it all out, the weight on his hip shifts and a little pudgy hand brushes the back of your knuckles.

“Mama?” 

Your sobbing stutters to a halt with a deep hiccup and all at once you go still. Very slowly, the pillow is lowered and your pink, snotty, dribbly face peers up at him. It’s not funny for you, and he knows this and he knows he won’t laugh but he wants nothing more than to pull you in close and kiss off those tears that have been nearly a constant presence in the last two weeks. Instead, his little girl beats him to it.

Zelle wiggles off his hip towards you and you take her in your arms, letting out one more whine as she wraps her tiny arms around your neck. She rubs her little face in your neck and you huff.

“Now, I feel silly,” you blubber. With a small chuckle, Dieter reaches over and gets a few tissues from the bedside table. He hands them over and you try to juggle Zelle and reaching over your swollen tummy to take them.

“C’mere, baby, let Mama have a second.” Zelle folds into his shoulder, her bright, inquisitive eyes never leaving your face as you wipe yourself dry and blow your nose. He rubs your thigh in circles. “You’re not silly. Whatever ever made you break out into deep sobs on a Thursday afternoon in our secluded bedroom is totally normal.” 

You give a watery laugh, sniffing as you try to adjust your pillows, Baby Brave Number Two rolling back into your kidneys. He doesn’t kick, he's as unassuming as possible, but he can’t help how he floats. 

“I dropped a pen,” you murmur with a sigh. “I just got comfortable after waddling back in from the bathroom and I dropped my pen.” 

“Mama mad?” Zelle hides her little face beneath a curtain of hair. Dieter Bravo’s offspring in every conceivable way, Zelle is rarely this timid – only when there’s even but a hint of an implication that she’s in trouble. You’d see those same puppy dog eyes come out of the man with his hand up against her small back more than a dozen times. 

“No, baby, I’m not mad.” You shake your head and those wide eyes get even bigger. “I’m just having a lot of feelings and I’m not doing a good job at managing them.”

“Yeah, like remember how you felt on your first day of preschool?” Dieter slides Zelle across his waist so she sits between you two. She glances back between your faces, anxiety and confusion twisting up her little features. “You were mad and sad and scared all at once so you started crying when we dropped you off?” She nods and he tucks a strand of delicate hair over her ear. “But then we had that talk in the car and you felt better. Mama just needs to do that.”

“Talk? Mama talk?” 

He smiles at her and pulls her into his chest, smelling her strawberry L’Oreal shampoo, and a peace he’d never known before sinks into his bones. He feels whole with his little girl in his arms.

“Yes, she just needs to talk. Right, Mama?”

He pulls back and watches you visibly swallow. Not a knot of sadness but something else. It’s gone from your eyes by the time Zelle turns back around. 

“I’m just really excited for your little brother to get here,” you say with a soft smile, your hand absentmindedly stroking the swell of your stomach where a little foot had been pressed just a few minutes ago. “Aren’t you?”

Zelle nods, smiling, and puts her ear to your stomach. A minute later, Dieter’s wide palm covers yours. He interlaces his fingers with yours and he smiles. The smile that’s been cultivated and cured over half a dozen years together, and recent late nights as new parents. A smile that has never graced a single magazine cover or Instagram reel. A smile that is forever and always will be yours. 

“Come on, love bug, it’s bath time.” Dieter swings Zelle up into his arms and nibbles on her neck making her giggle. 

“Then dinner time,” you grunt as you inch towards the edge of the bed. You try and swing your legs off the edge but end up nearly toppling over your lowered center of gravity.

“Baby –,” his firm grip steadies you, stops you from rolling into the bedside table. Those lines at the corners of his eyes sharpen for a second as he looks you over, worry all at once endearing and annoying. You hated being coddled but Dieter loved to coddle. 

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you can hear how out of breath you sound and you grimace. Dieter doesn’t let go of your arm until you’re firmly planted on the ground next to him and you squeeze his bicep as reassuringly as you possibly can. He loosens his grip, concern wrinkling his forehead, his hand sliding from your arm, to your elbow then over your belly once again. Baby Bravo jostles you where his father’s hand sits.

“See, we’re all okay.” 

Your gazes meet at the same time and something softens in his eyes, soothes him and you down to the very beat of your heart. As if in a daze, Dieter’s eyelids flutter half-shut and his eyes slip to your mouth, he puts his hand on your swollen waist as he kisses you – deeply, with an intensity that makes your knees quiver. 

“Ew.”

A puff of breath fans your cheeks as Dieter breaks the kiss with a laugh. On his hip, Zelle chews on her little fist, an all-too-familiar glint in her eye. 

“You can’t say ‘ew’. You only exist because of kisses like that –,”

“Dieter!” 

He shakes his head before kissing Zelle on her little nose. “Tough crowd tonight. But even little sharks need to get a bath before dinner.”

Zelle scrunches up her nose, baring her crooked little teeth, and raises her fingers like claws. “Rawr.”

You hear Dieter chuckle as he walks her down to the bathroom. “Yes, baby, that’s definitely the sound sharks make.”

The bills aggressively shoved to the floor, you are folding the last bit of laundry over the bed after dinner when Dieter saunters in. Still in his trunks and shirt from earlier in the day, a faint pink blush warms his nose and cheeks – which would be gone in a few days, only to be replaced by a gorgeous dark almond color. Dieter Bravo could naturally tan so perfectly it was honestly heart-breaking. 

“She’s out?” 

“She’s out.” He nods with a sigh. He scratches the back of his head and snags his phone off the bedside table. When he sits down on the edge of the bed, you see the tag of his shirt over the lip of his collar. You muffle your grin and quietly finish with the towels. “The guy who came up with the lyrics ‘Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo’ is either a genius or a madman. Two rounds of that and she’s basically comatose.”

“How do you know it was a man?” You arch your eyebrow at him. 

Dieter lifts his head from his phone and smirks at you. He reaches for you and you let him tug you between his legs. He kisses your wrist, your hands curled around his broad shoulders. “That was incredibly sexist of me, darling, can you ever forgive me?”

Dropping his head, he presses a soft kiss to the swell of your stomach, his eyes flicking up to you at the last second, the bottom half of his face hidden. The sight, one you haven’t seen in recent months but one you craved like a drizzle of honey over a bowl of fruit, loosens the tension in your back and liquifies your underwear. 

“Dieter?”

“Yes, O Love of My Life?”

“Your shirt is inside out.”

The sultry look in his eyes immediately flickers out and he huffs a laugh, shaking his head and pressing his face into your neck.

“What would I do without you? Can you help me fix that?” 

“Mhm hm.”

His back arched, you roll the faintly damp shirt up his spine, careful to take in the notches visible through his skin. You watch in delight as more of that broad back is revealed, more golden skin and freckles. The rim of the collar catches the back of his head so when you finally tug it off him, his hair is scattered in a dozen different directions. It takes nearly all of your willpower not to moan at the site. 

“Or . . .” you make a deliberate show of dropping the shirt and Dieter goes honey-eyed again. 

“Yeah?” He tilts his head up, wraps his massive hands around the back of your thighs, squeezing you above the backs of your knees, then higher up, his fingers pressing into your inner thigh muscles, and finally resting on your ass. 

You nod and gently push him back. He goes without being told twice. “I want to thank you for taking Zelle to let me work today.”

His eyes go wide, his elbows locked with his arms set apart behind him, when you go onto your knees in front of him.

“B-baby, your back –,”

“Then give me a pillow, Dieter.” 

He nearly launches himself back to snag a pillow by the headboard. 

“My back is one thing, but I’m more worried about the knot of your trunks.”

Dieter busies himself with the drawstring of his shorts, his movements frantic, giving you a chance to muffle a grunt as you ease the pillow underneath your knees. He’s right, of course, but fuck if you couldn’t get those goddamn bills done, the least you could blow your husband until he popped off in your mouth. 

“Love, you really don’t have to do this.” You glance up at him and despite the evident tent in his swim trunks, his wide eager eyes, he will do everything in his power to make these last few weeks even somewhat bearable. 

With a smile, you lean forward and squeeze his knees. “I know. And honestly, I don’t know how long I’ll last, but I wanna try. Is that okay?”

An awe-struck grin splits his lips apart and he laughs, a high-pitched sound and breathless. “How long you’re gonna last? Been half-hard all day since you put on those leggings this morning.”

“Well, you were so good with Zelle today, talking to her about feelings, it made me kinda hot and bothered so I feel especially grateful.”

You lean forward, fingers plucking at the damp strings and out of the corner of your eye you see his knuckles go white against the sheets. You tug and he helps you by lifting his hips.

“S-so that’s what that look w-was.” He swallows roughly as you take him in your hand, stroking him gently at first. He squeezes his eyes shut – god, could you really make him come with just a few touches? “I’m j-just – fuck – doing my part.” 

You kiss along his length and his shoulders lock up as his breathing quickens. You suck the spit in your mouth before dropping a string of drool right on the head and Dieter’s groan elongates, the muscles of his neck tense. 

“Well, Mommy likes it when Daddy does a good job.”

Tongue out and jaw loose, you swallow him down nearly to the base. Maybe you’re biased because you married the himbo attached to it, but Dieter’s cock is one of the – if not the – very best cocks you’ve ever seen in your life. Thick without being overwhelmingly long and always oozing precum the instant you breathe on it. A slick vein that has him whimpering with a single lick. 

“Fuck, Mama, you’re so fucking good at this.” Dieter’s hand floats to the crown of your head, his nails scratching your scalp, the weight of his palm soothing as it follows the motions of your head. With every little sigh he makes, your pussy squeezes with every bob of your head. Dieter’s sensitivity has always been a near drug for you, a chemical reaction that floods your brain, branding those noises on the lining of your skull as he drips down the back of your throat. You meet his hot gaze just as you drag your mouth up and nearly off him, only to kitten-lick the lip of his head and he clamps his eyes shut, shuddering.

When you hear his heel kick the ground beside you, his chest heaving and chin tilted up, you drop your mouth down to his base – years of taking him training you to smother your gag-reflex – and with hollowed cheeks, suck him all the way up to the tip. His wiry curls smell like chlorine and musk. 

Dieter jerks, his hand flying to your shoulder as if to pry you off him. 

“Mhmm – baby, p-please – shit,” he swallows and you pop off him, his cock red and shiny from your spit. Dieter is panting, soft center fluttering, flush high in his throat. Your underwear sticks to you as you realize he very nearly came in your mouth without warning. Call it being a masochist but you loved making him come before either of you realized what was happening. 

“Get off your fucking knees and come here –,” he yanks you into his naked lap and you go, giggling as he palms your ass and kissing you so hard you tilt back. He bites your bottom lip and you keen. “Can’t believe I let my pregnant wife fucking suck me off like that when she knows I worship that little pussy.” 

He cups you through your leggings and the dampness soaking through the fabric sends a moan through both of you. Dieter’s jaw goes lax as he rubs his thick fingers across your folds, the material catching and dragging, and you whimper – and not in a way he knows means a good thing. His gaze floods with worry and you shake your head – the instant the doctor gives the go-ahead you’re gonna have him rail you through a bedpost – “It’s okay. I’m just sore, baby. Last night –,”

He tsks, frowning. “I told you I was being too rough.”

“I asked for it. Also, so not the time for an ‘I told you so’. Help me stand up.” 

With his hands on your hips, he eases you off of his lap and onto your feet. You lift up your exasperatedly large shirt, the hemline of which has been steadily shrinking as you grow, and clip off your bra. Dieter stares, mouth open, as you slip your leggings and your sticky underwear off your round hips and to the floor. With your second baby, you’d managed to quell the looming anxiety about your body changing but with a boy, you just feel ten times your normal size, bigger than you did with Zelle. Your heart hitches in your chest as Dieter’s eyes roam from your shoulders to your swollen tits, your belly, your thighs, and you’d be happy if he just thought you were – 

“Gorgeous, baby, just fucking gorgeous.” He stands and kisses you without another word, his thumbs on your jaw tilting your mouth into his. He palms your breast, hard and weighed with milk. He approaches you with a level of sensuality that makes your eyes roll back in your head and your knees shake. How can he touch you like that when you’re already filled to the brim?

“How do you need it, baby?”

The tension that had been locking down the muscles in your back, your hips, since you woke up this morning, only heightened over those stupid fucking bills and feeling incredibly sorry for yourself, cracks at his words. Without your hands on his chest and his big hands cradling your jaw, you’re sure you would have melted to the floor. You lick your bottom lip, eyes scrunched tightly to clear the sudden tightness behind them. 

“On my side, but between my thighs?” 

His eyes are all heat, all dark wanting, but he hits you in the knees with one of his crooked grins. “Yeah, you’re gonna let Daddy fuck your thighs?” Total reverence, filth that has your toes curling coming as easy to him as it is to breathe. 

“Please.” 

He stands back at a distance, watching with half-set eyes as you climb into bed and peel back the covers. As you settle, Dieter flicks off the overhead light, and then the lamp by your bedside. His body lined in dark shadows and the cool touch of the moonlight, you track him as he rounds the bed, sliding in behind you in bed, the covers up to his shoulders. There’s a breath of silence, of anticipation, of a yearning so deep your skin flushes with goosebumps at his proximity. You know he’s there, you watched him dip on the other side of the bed, but a spark of panic tightens your lungs, you want to reach back for him, your baby unmoored as you are, trembling and desperate for the calming touch of the father –

He kisses you over your shoulder, broad, warm hand starting at your hip, then scooping down around your naked bottom to settle on your belly and from where his hand sits, you radiate with heat. Melting and growing sticky like tree sap, you drip for him, slick smearing across your thighs with no material to soak you up. His mouth is warm, the short hairs of his mustache numbing your upper lip, the taste of the red wine from dinner light against the back of his tongue. 

When he cups you again, finds the sticky sap gathered in your curls and leaking onto your thighs, he breaks the kiss with a grunt and presses his teeth into your shoulder, his cock fully present against your back. You nip his bottom lip with your thumbnail, pleased beyond words at his reaction.

“I love you.” 

That’s not what you thought he was going to say. He lifts his furrowed brow, eyes dark but struck with such earnestness, you feel your heartbeat in your ears. He sucks the mark his teeth made on your shoulder, his hips hitching closer, turning his weight over you, before dropping closer to kiss you again.

“How did I get so fucking lucky with you, hm?” He asks of no one. Delicately, he guides your knee back over his hip, his breath warm across the curve of your shoulder, his other hand pressing gently on the back of your neck. He would never, ever choke you in this state, but fuck you missed it. You missed it when Dieter loses himself entirely in you. 

The head of his cock taps the wet triangle of your thighs and you fist the pillow beneath your head. He shuffles closer and you can feel his chest trembling with restraint. 

“Tell me if it hurts,” he says in one breath. You know if you look over your shoulder, he’s fixated on watching you take his cock. Oddly enough, his ADHD always seemed to clear out during sex. “Do– do you need my fingers – a-a toy to prep you, ‘cause I can–,”

“Dieter, please.”

He exhales and, with a slow thrust that smears your arousal all over his spit-licked cock, you finally feel relief. The noise that leaves your throat is unrecognizable. That ruddy tip kisses your clit and the moan that tears out of you is nearly a scream. 

A wide palm claps over your mouth, a breathy giggle falling down your back. 

“Baby,” low, strained, barely audible over the sounds of your slickness sucking your thighs together around Dieter’s cock. “If you wake up that child before I’m balls deep in you, I will never forgive you.”

Using his hand as leverage, he pulls you back against him, pressing himself even further between your soaked lips, prodding your clit so gently it sends sparks up your spine and you come, a small wave, that somehow has you leaking more onto his cock. 

“Ah – oh my god – did you just –?” 

You whine and wrap your hand up into his hair, and finally he’s skin to skin up your back. His hips jolt you forward, the hard smack loud and sloppy in the mess between your thighs. Dieter leans over you and nips at your earlobe, his thrusts faster now, each one catching your clit with just enough time apart to send you ratcheting higher. 

“That’s so good, Dieter, you’re doing so good –,”

A sharp intake of breath, high through a vocal shudder, and he drops down onto his shoulder against the pillow, looping his arm around your chest, a wide palm cupping your sensitive breast. Skin to skin, he is a wall of heat behind you, his hands both steadying you and begging you for more against your hip. It’s moments like these, when he’s swallowing up every sense you’re still in control of, that you really believe your soul lives in two bodies. 

He tucks his lips near your ear and your skin tingles. “Can I touch your clit, or does that hurt?”

“Just put your hand –,”

You take him by the wrist from the curve of your waist, where he grips you tight, fingers pocketing your flesh, and slide him down between your legs. 

“That’s it, baby, take what you need.” 

Between the consistent bouncing of his cock between your pussy lips and the heat of his four fingers, stocky and thick, you have nowhere to go but up, your own hips thrust back aimlessly, bliss hurling towards you, until it breaks – and you whine, squeeze Dieter’s hand so hard, you think you hear a bone pop.

Wetness floods your thighs and, half a dozen strokes later, Dieter spills with a groan, white cream splattering against the low curve of your belly and onto the sheets. Covered in literal spend, exhaustion soaks your bones, gasping for air and never finding enough. You lie together, your bodies buzzing, blood roaring loud beneath your skin, until Dieter tilts his weight off you – you didn’t even realize he had nearly smothered you – and his cock slides out from between your numb legs, his grip loosening from your breast and his hand flopping down into the sheets. His skin is pink from exertion.

You grin and roll over as gracefully as you can, out of breath and the size of a house. 

“An unexpected bonus,” you sigh, ringing your belly button with your finger, “I think we rocked him to sleep.” 

Dieter huffs a laugh as he pushes a handful of damp curls off his sweaty forehead and his other arm curls around your shoulders. He rests his other palm over your fingers on your belly.

“Glad I could tire all three of us out.” You giggle into his shoulder. Both of you are sticky hot, sweltering in a fog of your own mess, and you can feel sleep tugging at the corners of your eyes. Humming, you curl up closer to him, your knee over his hip, tucking your nose into his neck as his fingers absently play with strands of your hair. 

“I meant what I said, you know that right?”

Your body as supple as warm wax, eyes melting shut, you nod vaguely. “Mhmm hmm.” 

“I love you, baby. Thank you, for everything.”

You return the sentiment, the words dribbling out of your mouth as sleep overwhelms you.

Later, when you wake up in the early blue hours of the morning, rain pattering against the glass, and you feel something cool and soft against your belly, you stir, reaching for him.

“Hush, baby, stay still for me.” He hums somewhere above you. You nod, on the precipice of sleep again. “You gave me the world, I’m just returning the favor.”

Later still, when you awake to a soggy light, Dieter and Zelle down the hall excitedly picking out which movies to watch on this designated Stay on the Couch day, you roll onto your back and realize he’s painted a globe onto your stomach. 

A foot inside you presses up against Chile and you grin into space, content beyond your wildest dreams. 

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[simpforfandoms]

clark's wife like giving birth and he's trying his hardest to support her and shes just like stfu but in a nice way

yes yes yes! I'm totally binge watching shameless so this is kinda like when v gives birth. Got a bit carried away, but this is still a drabble

masterlist

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"You're doing amazing honey!" Clark says beside you holding your hand.

"How would you know?" You snap

"Because you're making all the right sounds. Remember that birthing video with the girl making all the buffalo noises? You're making those noises."

You roll your eyes as you let out a groan.

"Would you like to stand around here with us?" The doctors ask Clark.

"No I'm good" He quickly replies.

You almost get offended, "You don't want to watch?" you ask

"Oh, honey, I was over there earlier and it's real gory, lllike a horror movie, I'd rather stay with you." He says as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

You groan once more.

"You know-" he starts

"Yeah?"

"Bruce says that in some cultures men aren't even allowed near the birth, just a bunch of women in tents, which makes sense, because I would be so much more useful if I was out hunting moose or something…" He rants.

"Clark?" You ask on the verge of punching him.

He hums.

"Please shut the fuck up."

"Oh yeah okay."

.

Clark is cradling the beautiful baby boy as you sit and watch from the hostipal bed.

“I’m gonna call you super baby” Clark tells him, the baby giggles in his dads arms, Clark look towards you, “he likes it”

“Please do not call our son super baby”

“Awww why not it’s cute.” He whines

“That be like you calling me super wife.”

“Well you are a super wife.” He shrugs

You roll your eyes as Kara and Martha walk in and steal the baby from Clark.

“Oh he’s just adorable. Have you decided on a name” Kara coos

“Super baby.” Clark states

“No it’s Jon, you dork.” You call out

“Hey don’t call me a dork!”

“Whatever, dork.”

“How is it that you two have been together for almost 10 years yet you still act like children.” Martha laughs

“Oh come on Ma, you and Pa were just like this.” Clark says as he steals the baby back and hands him to you.

Martha just laughs. Young love.

“Hey, I think we should tell Barry we named him after him” you whisper into his ear

He laughs, “whatever you want sweetheart.”

.

You and Clark take Jon to the next JL meeting. Barry’s the first one that comes up to you.

“Oh. My. God. He is so adorable!!!! Whats his name?”

“Barry.” You say confidently.

Barry’s face lights up, “you named him after me?!?!?”

“No his name is Jon. But I promise the next one we’ll name after you” Clark says.

“For realz?”

“For realz”

You laugh as Barry walks away, “you’re out of your mind if you think I’m gonna have another one” you whisper to him

He shrugs, “we’ll see about that” He leans down to give you a kiss.

.

5 years later and your back in the hospital giving birth.

“Get this thing out of me!!” You scream

“Honey it’s gonna be okay” Clark says holding your hand

“Curse you! And curse your stupid sperm!” You yell at him

“Uncle Bruce what’s sperm?” Jon looks up at Bruce from outside the room.

“Ummmm when a mommy and daddy love eachother very much-“

“Don’t you dare give my son the sex talk Bruce!” Clark yells from the delivery room

You scream again

“Is mommy gonna be okay?” He asks

Bruce shrugs, “probably, maybe. She has a 17.4 to 100,000 chance of dying.”

“Dying? She’s gonna die?!?” Jon screams.

“Uhhhh”

“One last push, you’re almost there” the doctor says.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you for doing this to me.” You scream at Clark as you push

Crying erupts the room. It’s finally over. 15 hours of excruciating pain.

“Congratulations it’s a healthy baby girl.”

They weigh her, Clark cuts her cord, you hold her for a bit then they take her away to clean her.

“You still wanna kill me?”

“We’ll see.” You say as he leans down to kiss you.

As he pulls away he says, “We have to name her Bartholomew now.”

“No.”

“C’mon shes just like him.”

“No if she was this would be a fast labor, she’s just like me.”

“You’re right she is stubborn” he jokes

“that’s why we’re going to name her Y/n jr.” You state as a matter of fact.

“We can name her that but we couldn’t name Jon super baby?”

You shrug

..

Years later..

“I COULDVE BEEN SUPER BABY”

“Yeah but your mom wouldn’t let me.”

“I COULDVE BEEN SUPER BABY”

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 5

previous masterlist next

“Does everybody have a copy?”

“Yes, (name)-sensei!” A chorus of cute voices answer your call. Loud chattering and shiny eyes all whilst excited stamping of little, socked feet upon the padded floors as they point at the colourful paper.

“I’m gonna ask Nanamin to let me wear my tiger trunks! Gao!” His tiny arms are stretched into the air, fingers splayed out into claws as he roars in attempts to terrorize his blank-faced friend, his blue eyes too mesmerized by the swimming brochure you had handed out to him with a pat to his head and a cooing of his name.

(“I hope you’ll come with your sisters, Megumi-kun. Tsumiki-chan is welcome to join, too!”)

PERMISSION SLIP

Kaizen Daycare will be hosting a swimming class this weekend! Located at the Mei Mei Swimming Centre, we will be teaching essent—

And Megumi decides that he really, really wants to go.

“Noba-chan! We should bring our pool floaties! Then we can play in the water together!”

“I’ll ask my Granny to pack extra strawberries!”

“Nana and I will ask Papa for extra snacks too…!”

(“Senseeiiiiii!” Yuuji clings onto your leg as his hands grip onto your apron. “Can I bring Choso too?!”

“Yuuji-kun, please have your permission slip signed first…!”)

And that’s how you ended up here, squatting down and helping Nobara fix her hair under her swim cap by the side of the children’s pool with her accompanying, feeble grandmother comfortably settled nearby on one of the benches, sipping on a complimentary bottle of tea provided for accompanying parents and simply enjoying the atmosphere of the swimming complex.

(They were the first to arrive.)

“Eh? So (name)-sensei has friends other than Shoko-sensei?” The curious tilt of her head, an innocent finger on her lip as she looks up at you, heart-shaped goggles pulled up to her forehead to reveal just as innocent, questioning brown.

And you feel something in you crack.

You swear you can quite literally feel your spirit leave you, swirling out of your mouth as your eyes blank out, hands frozen midair and the urge to fall onto your knees to lament about your lack of socialization with more people your age on the tip of your tongue as you let her words sink in.

You have friends! Plenty! There’s Shoko, there’s Utahime… Does Yaga count? He might be a touch too old, but you’re on friendly relations with your boss! Even though… You barely see him since he’s taking care of the older kids on another floor. And you have plenty of them online in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Yes, you assure yourself. Your eyes squeezing shut and your biting your lip in nervous contemplation. You have friends, you aren’t alone, you aren’t a NEET, and you’re only slightly addicted to video games! Slightly!

Though, that doesn’t discount the fact that your children already think you’re some sort of lonely shut-in…!

“(name)-sensei has a lot of friends, Nobara-chan!” Your hands clap together as you stand up, slowly leading her away from the edge of the pool as you gently place your palms onto her shoulders. “Am I not friends with your grandmother?”

“Mmm…” She crosses her arms, albeit with a little bit of struggle due to the pink arm-floaties. Her eyes closed as you fix a stray strand of hair on her forehead. Yep, you’ve convinced her. This is definitely enough to—

“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’ at the end.

“Granny says she sees you as her daugt-her!” Her hands are on her hips staring at you as she smiles, patting your arm with an excited hand. “So can you teach me to swimmy now? I wanna get ahead of Yuuji!”

Your eyes swirl with panic, totally defeated as you want to slump onto the ground and curl into a ball and cry. You don’t even notice the way Nobara was hugging against your torso, her face against the swimming cover-up as she wraps her tiny arms around you, your hand instinctively going around her and patting her head as you keep wallowing in your sadness.

“(name)-seennnnnseeiiiii! Nobara wants to swim!”

“Nanamin! Over’ ere!” Loud clattering of sandals against tiled floors, and a jump of a tiny, soft presence into your arms as an excitable, cub-like boy makes himself known, your arm opening and catching the canon-balling child just in time before he hurts himself.

“Let’s swimmmmmm!” He squirms in your hold as your mind still floats away at the thought of being an adult whose children think of you as lonely and incapable of having other adult friends…

“Yuuji.” Calm and authoritative baritone meet your ears. “What did I say about running?”

“Boo… That I shouldn’t do it in areas outside the track field…” You can practically feel his pout as he hides his face inside your coverup with Nobara.

“And what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Yuuji’s sworry…” His apology is muffled into your clothing as you just continue to pat both of their heads, their mumbled conversation with each other not quite floating to your ears. “So can Nobara and I go play by the sprinkly toys? Pleaseee?”

“Yea, yea! Pleaseee? We’ll be back when everyone comes!”

Your eyes snap back to reality by pure professionalism as you glance at the nearby sprinkler play area and a thought flurries back to the awaiting parents behind you.

“You can, but only if you ask your parents, okay?”

And the duo are quick to crawl out of your coverup, eyes pointedly staring up at Yuuji’s guardian first due to his proximity.

Sparkly eyes meet tired, passive almond.

“…yes, you can. But be back when your teacher calls for you.”

“Yay! Now let’s go ask y’er granny! And we won’t run!” And so, they power walked as fast as toddler feet could carry them.

It’s silent, only momentarily when you’re both left alone. Calls of the duo asking for permission from Kugisaki’s grandmother a distance away.

“Nanami-san, you’re really good at handling him.” And you mean it. He was an exemplary caretaker, respectable, responsible and trusted you with his child wholeheartedly. A really nice man.

“It’s no issue at all. I’m just glad he likes you so much.” A shift of his cheekbones, a soft, growing smile on his face with tender eyes. He doesn’t even hesitate to settle down next to you, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable on the ground.

“It’s more of a pleasure to see him be so happy with you.”

Two gazes stare on as you giggle and continue to chat with the taller man, your conversation getting lost on toddler ears as they let themselves get pelted by light showers of water droplets, the plastic, leaf-like gardens of the area providing adequate fun for them.

And the fact that your smiling face was more entertaining for they to watch.

“Wah… (name)-sensei and your daddy look like pretty friends!”

“Mhm! Sensei and Nanamin are super supppeerrr close!” He’s haughty, proud even, as his hands go onto his little hips, face slightly red from accidentally rubberbanding the goggles onto his nose.

“I bet (name)-sensei likes my Nanamin the most!”

“No way! Sensei definitely likes my grand—!”

“Is that so?” A glowering aura of darkness starts to encapsulate behind him, the sheer weight his tone carried capable of making any normal person freeze in place from sheer fear.

Yet, it’s totally ineffective on cute kids.

(“Ah! It’s Sa-chan!” The glowing boy’s face grows even brighter, arms thrusted up to start waving at him.

“Ohhh! The big man that you say teaches you martial arts, right? Cool!”)

“That’s right! And Sa-chan wants to know, Yuuji-kun~ Why don’t cha tell me allllll about how close Nanamin is to the cute sensei?” His tone was not growing with more bite, more venom in them. “I wanna know every little bit, down to the very last— Ow!”

“Stop harassing children, you menace.” A grab, a decisive pull; and Sa-chan’s ear had been captured by a tall, black-haired man’s fingers, the skin growing red under his touch, one arm preoccupied with carrying two children as two more head pop up from behind him.

“Owoww owww! Sugurrruuuu, you’re so mean!”

(“Ah! Gumi, Nanako and Mimiko! Finally, let’s play together!”)

——

[whisper] you: satouuu. (; ; ）

[whisper] satouuu: yeaaaaa?

Your fingers hesitate in their typing, coming to an abrupt stop as they twitch just as you’re about to hit send. Shoko would laugh at you if you ever told her… So your only online friend is the closest, and safest bet, right?

[whisper] you: what do you think about me?

Specifically, you just want to see how you’re perceived. You act about the same offline and online anyway, right? You’re just… A little more forward on the net.

(Surely, you’re likable, right? You’re not that hopeless. At least… You don’t think so.)

You wait in anticipation, cold sweat starting to form on your hands as they clam up, a nervous rumbling of your character-themed cup as you try to down your nerves with another chug of chocolate milk.

This is making you far too nervous for what it actually is.

[whisper] satouuu: hoho? what’s this all of a sudden? (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Now you wish you could retract every word you ever thought about sharing with this—

[whisper] satouuu: i’ll answer u if u pick up! ✌︎('ω')

(Incoming invite from User satouuu to join a voice-chat room!)

Ahhh…! Sly bastard! It’s too late to back out now, isn’t it? Maybe, just maybe… Some part of you has been anticipating something like this happening.

And so you accept.

Your throat feels dry, feels uneasy and uncertain. Yet, it leaves you before you can even comprehend. Was it nerves that pushed you to do this? A culmination of some odd, built up responsibility? Maybe you just weren’t made for this, maybe you should just quit this game and find a different one to get addicted to—

“…hello…?”

And you’re met with silence.

It makes you uneasy, makes the acid in your stomach feel like it was bubbling up and threatening to vomit out every last bit of your convenience store dinner as you nervously await.

(Do you sound bad or something…?)

“You sound cuter than I thought.” Followed up by a mock sigh of disappointment. “Not a nekama, huh? Pfft, borrrrinnnnggg!” He stops to let out a laugh, a smacking of his tabletop heard as you hear a clink of glass.

And you feel your heart palpitate just that little bit more.

“I’m sorry for being so boring then, you mean jerk.” You’re retorting back, a dumb smile unknowingly making its way onto your cheeks as you begin to… Talk. No longer needing to have the delays of typing in between the both of you.

It feels freeing, feels like a heavy weight has been lifted, feels… Right.

“And you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“Aww~, you’re just as impatient even on voice chat rooms too!” You hear him hum, a quiet drumming of his fingers against his desk.

“But if you sound like this,” He begins, a breath being drawn in. “Then you have nothing to worry about. It’s cute.”

“If you’re gonna joke around—“

“I’m being serious, honey! It really is cute!”

It makes your face burn in absolute shame, as much as you would hate to admit it. Just hearing someone with such an attractive voice has you wanting to choke back a sputter and break into your nervous rambling. It’s been bothering you ever since you heard him, how similar his voice was to a certain neighbour you had, yet how dissimilar it was at the same time.

(There’s no way. Coincidences like that only ever happened in fiction.)

Yet, you can’t help but imagine it all the same. Gojo Satoru calling you cute, his hand on your head or a tap of your nose with his finger as he teases you for being so shy. Or even Geto Suguru smoking next to you, gently grabbing your chin and sharing the smoke of his cigarette with you in the form of a—!

“Hey,” His voice takes a serious tone, drawling out his words in a smooth resonance that sends a shiver down your spine. “Say yes for me.”

(Oh… You would do anything for that voice—! No!)

Your eyebrows furrow only slightly, eyes snapping out of your daydream and eyes concentarted on the way his profile picture lit up when he spoke to notice the little pop-up at the corner of your screen.

“Yes…?”

[Voice activation confirmed.]

A shock of bursting, twirling pink hearts and flurry white laces that intertwine alongside snow white roses overtake your screen as your mouth hangs open in shock.

[Congratulations on your engagement! We wish you happiness with your partner!

Minimum damage will now increase by 20% when forming a party as a couple—]

“What?! You nearly choke on your spit, fingers hurrying to your keyboard to start spamming the backspace key, and every other letter in attempt to— “Cancel! Cancel—!”

[Request denied. Engagement is valid for 30 days, please try to work out your issues together.

Fun Fact: Only 48% of players who become couples choose to stay in their relationships after the valid period.]

“What?!”

“Ehehe.”

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Notes:

NEET — Not in Education, Employment or Training

nekama — usually a grown man who roleplays with a super sexy/cute female character online.

for EN: Ieiri Shoko’s username is ‘shosei’, literally short for ‘Shoko-sensei’ because she registered the account at work. (For you.)

for JP: Originally meant to be written 所生 (しよせい)- birth place/creation/child

shosei character profile username: shosei level: 79 class: sorcerer notes: looks almost like a carbon copy of the shoko ieiri you know in real life. full courtesy of you, who designed it with her when you begged to play together. she paid actual money to buy you a player-designed accessory once. you never want to have it out of your inventory.

Fact: True love is never easy! Engagement rings are one of the hardest items to obtain in game. Prove that your love can best even the most treacherous bosses on Floor 520, or simply purchase one from the player Market!

(Customization of rings are allowed! Personalise and make your love a unique existence!)

nvy’s aftertalk:

haha nvy ur so funny shosei which means birth place because she’s a doctor who works in a daycare haha funny

[usagikookiejams]

HOW BLLK! MEN TREAT THEIR PREGNANT WIFE

Oliver Aiku, Tokimitsu Aoshi, Barou Shoei (all aged-up character)

OLIVER just got back from the 7-Eleven, after searching for your craving food at 3 in the morning. He got what u asked for and also bought some ice cream for you as you guys promised to watch short film once he's back. Once at home, both of you cuddled on the sofa while you were happily munching on the food you craved for. He loves how cute you're looking atm, so fluffy and hugable. Hence, he bent down his head a little and kissing you on the forehead, 'Babe, why am I so lucky?'. 'Hmm? Why is that?' you looked at him questionably. 'Cuz I gotta enjoy my whole life with you, growing old together raising our children' he replied. 'CHILDREN?!' you blushed at that. 'I dunno about that honey, let see how this pregnancy goes' you answered while hiding your face in his chest. He just smiled at your action while unconciously stroking your baby bump, still wondering how he got so lucky having you as his babymama ♡

TOKIMITSU sworn he almost got a heart attack after witnessing you climbing on the short bench to reach the top shelf in the kitchen. He immediately ran to you and carried you down from there in bridal style, 'Babeee! Why did u do that? Omg, u could just asked me to help.' You could listen to how fast his heart was beating, feeling bad that you made him anxious about what happened just now. 'Sorry, I don't wanna disturb you. I know you're doing cardio at the home gym' you pouted, stopping yourself from crying. He set you down on the sofa, going to the kitchen to get what you're reaching for before coming back to you. 'It's okay babe, but promise me not to do that again. You may accidentally hurt yourself in the process' he comforted you. After a while, you guys just enjoyed having a conversation together while he massaged your swollen feet gently. Enjoying one another's company while talking about what the future has in store for your small family ♡

BAROU and you currently at the park having a small walk. You obviously didn't feel like going but after being lectured by Barou about how important it is for the pregnancy, you unwillingly went there at last. He was now holding your hand while enjoying the nature. 'This is great, isn't it? I hope that we could bring our kid here next time' he look at you while smiling. 'Uh huh, I can't wait to play with them! I wonder what they will enjoy to play the most' you wondering. 'Maybe I could teach them football if they're interested in it, want them to learn from the best you know' he jokingly stated. You rolled your eyes at his statement, 'Ughh I hope they don't get your snobbish personality.' You looked at each other while laughing to your heart content. Both of you continued walking before going home. He then went to the kitchen to cook healthy and nutritious foods for you while you go take a shower. Humming to himself happily, feeling very lucky to be given the opportunity to live a life where you and his kid are by his side. Hmm, perhaps children in the future? Who knows ♡

[cuverale]

my guy(s) - t.c

Face Claim: Ester Expósito

a/n: my marauders stan side came out of nowhere while making this! let’s pretend that our fancast actors play their characters 🥲

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I Saw Yosuke Kissing Santa Claus (1076 words) by thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hanamura Yosuke/Narukami Yu Additional Tags: Ficlet, Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Kissing, Fluff Summary: Junes gets a department store Santa, and Yosuke thinks he looks familiar.

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When Yosuke reported in for his shift the week before Christmas, he discovered that his father had taken a page out of western department store tactics, and hired a Santa Claus. Sitting on a throne-like chair in a decorated corner of the Junes food court the jolly figure was 'ho ho ho'ing as children sat on his lap and parents took pictures.

He'd been posted nearby, directing the part timers as they restocked shelves and working the nearby register. As cute as the whole thing was, and yeah it was cute, he'd been pretty sure the gambit was going to crash and burn.

Yet—somehow it was the busiest he'd seen Junes in ages. And that was counting the boom in summer when there was literally shit-else to do.

The santa certainly seemed to be enjoying it as much as the customers were. Yosuke had watched crying babies quiet down the second their apologetic parents handed them over for photos. And though it was too far from his post to make out the santa's facial expressions– especially with the beard– Yosuke thought the guy looked almost regretful to be going on break when the time finally came.

It must be nice to enjoy your job that much. The guy seemed to be having a blast. Yosuke couldn't blame them—at least it was a nicer gig than listening to the same 'where's the TV section' kind of talk for the hundredth time in one day.

At least he was making people happy. But still, it was surprising to actually see someone enjoy their job.

More surprising than the enthusiastic santa however, was the fact that he was heading straight for Yosuke.

He stiffened, his eyes widening under his tawny mop of hair as he shifted behind his register desk into a fully seated position. "Uh…can I help you, Saint Nick?" 

"Ho ho ho, merry christmas!" Santa declared. There was something familiar about him. More so the closer he got. Something about his eyes— the parts of his cheekbones that Yosuke could see over the beard.

Yosuke squinted at him for a long moment, before his eyes widened in realization "Partne—"

He glanced over at a housewife shuffling her daughter past him before he corrected himself to "Santa, it's uh. Huh. Didn't expect you to come down to our little Junes." 

"I found a little time in my busy schedule," Santa said. Yeah. It was Yu alright, no mistaking it. The second 'Santa' dropped out of his boisterous english into normal japanese it was clear. "Do you have time for a break?"

"Funny enough, mine's about to hit. As soon as I can flag down another employee, I was gonna head up and hit the rooftop. Wanna join me?" He grinned, looking him over again with amusement.

Yu—yeah, it was all too clear in the voice and the eyes that it was his partner—he was exactly the kind of guy who'd get into playing Santa. He just had to know whose crazy idea it was.

Santa flashed him a thumbs up, and hurried away.

Yosuke watched him for a moment, thinking about how ridiculous the whole costume looked on him—Santa Claus, but with Yu's piercing and handso–charming eyes. He shook himself out of the thought before glancing towards the sound of a whisper. One of the kids had seen it, it seemed—he heard him whisper 'that guy's friends with Santa'.

He chuckled, running his hand through his hair as he watched Yu run off with a sting of amusement. If only being friends with santa got you a raise, right? 

A few minutes later, Yosuke made his own way up to the roof.

He'd put his apron aside for the moment, and walked up with his hands in his pockets and a quiet yawn. Santa or no Santa—a day at work was damned exhausting….but at least his partner was waiting for him to perk him up.

Yosuke couldn't help but wonder if Yu was still wearing the damn costume, imagining the scene of Santa eating some Junes steak. 

His vision proved partially true– it was 'Santa' waiting for him up on the roof, though he'd taken off the beard, and shed the coat.

"Hey."

Yosuke laughed, walking over and dropping himself in the chair just to his side with an amused half smile. "...You're still dressed up, partner?" 

"It's not a long break." He scooted his chair even closer to him. "Besides, Santa has a gift for you."

With a flush, he leaned on his hand towards Yu with a lopsided smile. "Is it a scooter?" he teased "or a better job?" 

"Sorry, I couldn't fit a scooter in my pockets." He shook his head. "Close your eyes."

Yosuke laughed, closing his eyes. "and here I thought Santa had a magic sack or somethin' to hold all the gifts in the world."

Still—he grinned widely with his eyes closed. Yu was clearly having fun—and like always it was infectious. He always found himself sucked into his partner's good mood. 

There was a brief rustling noise. "Okay, you can open them."

Yu was holding something over Yosuke's head.

Yosuke opened his eyes, and glanced upwards with a quiet 'huuuh?" 

Mistletoe. It was mistletoe.

Yosuke had just enough time to register what it was, and its meaning, mostly from American tv shows, before Yu grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss.

He almost didn't even have the time to flush, and he absolutely didn't have the time to worry about what people might say—

Especially not as he melted into the warm and pleasant kiss. Kissing under the mistletoe was tradition after all, wasn't it? Sure, not in Inaba, but—

But Yu wasn't from Inaba, any more than he was. And Yu didn't seem to care much about what people might say.

The kiss was brief, but it was as tender as it was intense.

Breathless, Yosuke found Yu smiling at him with something like self-satisfaction.

Yosuke was flushed red, sputtering somewhat—but he flashed a lopsided smile at him "you know, I shoulda expected a gift like that from you, Santa."

He looked from side to side before he murmured. "It's exactly what I put on my list."

Somewhere off to the side, Yosuke heard the same little voice from earlier as a kid whispered to his mom 'Mama, that guy's kissin' Santa Claus!' 

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 3

A/N: I'm so damn happy, adding that It's Ben' bday, that I'll share two parts of this and an oneshot

Tagging: @bloody-mf-bsc, @augustwithquills

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Y/N Y/L/N: There they are, my beautiful girls!🥹💞

My offer is still on, btw 🤭

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User2: The Devil works hard, but no one works harder than Y/N in trying to woo her girlfriends

Jessie_mei_li: She really doesn't have to, we're all very happy to oblige... And so do everyone else, like have you seen her? 🫦😏

freddycarter1: benbarnes, I think you are loosing your woman here...😳🫢

Kittheyounger: I don't want to be a child of divorce! 😭

User6: WHY ARE THEY SO DRAMATIC DJSJDJ

User6: Now I wanna know what her offer is...

User4: Ben Barnes is being attacked from every corner possible and we are all watching, him loose this Great War.

User1: He still is very much so in love and ready to fight tooth and nail for her... Even though he is usually a dork 🤣

User8: That one time when Y/N ate what Ben made for her on her birthday, though she had allergies for that one food but didn't tell hım about it, and she had to go to hospital with a terrified Ben on her tail?

User5: OMG I feel bad for laughing! Poor Ben and Y/N... I remember hım saying that he was so scared for her and thought he killed her accidently 🥹😭

User4: And when she was asked why she did it, she just casually said: "What do you mean why? He did it, thinking that I'd like it. I'd drink fucking posion if my man came to me with such thing!"

User3: And Ben Barnes, who is usually so cool, got teary eyed and hugged her thightly and apologized? On live? Even though he doesn't like talking about his life? That's who we stan.

User1: It's almost like we are their children, reminiscing about their past... But I'm jealous because I don't have someone like her in my life

User4: My life would surely be different if I had her in my life, not even as a partner. She just is so effortlessly kind...

Y/N's.dimple: Ben Barnes is living the life we want... We're just little gremlins watching them

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Y/N Y/L/N: Stop making my heart stop with that smile and being cute. Bitch. Who gave you the right? This goes straight to be my New lockscreen.

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User4: Y/N is just our inner voice coming out on social media

User3: Her love is agressive confessions of love, if you aren't gonna put a ring on her finger benbarnes, I will. And I'll do it gladly.

Y/N Y/L/N: Look at hım... So cute, so squeashy, so adorable. He is my handsome babygirl 🥰🤭 (No, I'm not giggling and kicking my feet, the scene would be ruined if I moved the came- Ah, look at that! Suddenly I'm on hım??) Liked by benbarnes

User4: Aight my life didn't matter anyways *dies of cuteness*

User5: I love the way they love each other and show it without caring for anyone, and also how we simp for them 🥹😍❤️

amita_suman: @ user5, you guys aren't alone. We also feel the same way🥹

User7: Ben Barnes is finally being pampered on social media! He finally had his dream come true!

benbarnes.fans: The way she is so soft with others but absolutely a menace with Ben just shows that they are comfortable with each other so much...

User5: And the way he looks at her as she acts like who she really is? All comfortable with him?? I'm crying 🥹😭

User6: You know what's even best? If not for Y/N, we wouldn't have Ben, Amita, Jessie and others.

User3: I swear they all forget their passwords

User2: What's even funnier is that they really do forget their passwords and one time asked her... Y/N literally takes note their passwords and has absolute control over their accounts lol

User3: She wasn't called "the Mommy" for no reason🤣

Y/N Y/L/N: They are all children stuck in grown-up's bodies...It's hard you know? Taking care of them as a single mom😔

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Y/N Y/L/N: Another appreciation post!

1.Here is my lovely harem!

2. Just so you know, she was looking at me! And big applause for dear @ ambercrombachmua for all those amazing makeups! You guys are amazing!

3. That was the last day of shooting... Did they cry? Yes. Did we cry? Also yes. Did I hide in my caravan because I didn't want to see them all cry? Also yes.🥹

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User11: She is so precious, just like a cinnamon roll❤️

User7: love how she didn't forget to include the makeup department. Everyone needs to take a moment and appreciate them.

Y/N Y/L/N: We need to take SEVERAL minutes just to applaud them 👏

User6: Is she the one who did that amazing bloody, unhinged Kaz makeup? Because if so, I hope they are having an amazing day @ Y/N Y/L/N

Y/N Y/L/N: Yes, she was! And what a masterpiece it was...

Hater1: another cheating post!

User3: the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you here again? Go and cry at the corner.

Hater1: I just know that she banged at least one person there behind Ben's back. She doesn't deserve hım.

User3: THAT'S IT! HOW DARE YOU BRING THEM DOWN INTO THIS AND BLAME THEM WITH SUCH THING?! ALL OF THEM SHOWED NOTHING BUT LOVE FOR BOTH OF THEM, AND EVERYONE AND I MEAN EVERYONE WHO HAD EVER MET THEM HOW IN LOVE THEY LOOKED! THEY ARE SUCH SWEET PEOPLE THAT THEY DON'T DESERVE RHIS SHIT! JUST BECAUSE Y/N SHOWS HER LOVE THROUGH SARCASM DOESN'T MEAN SHE DOESN'T LOVE HIM! IF SHE DIDN'T, SHE WOULDN'T HAVE FLIGHT TO THE OTHER PART OF THE PLANET WHEN BEN WAS SICK! GET YOUR SICK BRAIN AND GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM AND DON'T RUIN THEIR HAPPINESS!

User7: Sis, here is your crown, you dropped it 〈⁠(⁠•⁠ˇ⁠‿⁠ˇ⁠•⁠)⁠-⁠→👑

benbarnes: and who do I deserve more than her? You?

User5: our dad hit the nail so nice! Well-said dad, hand them their ass! FANS ASSEMBLE TOGETHER!

benbarnes: I didn't say anything because my girlfriend wanted me to not do anything harsh, but now I'm happy to tell you that by disrespecting my love and me like that, you signed your doom. Enjoy your new hell.

User6: You know It's dead-ass serious when her man gets involved... I wanna see that hater cry.

User9: there is just something with the way Ben defended Y/N that... I can't just get out of my head.

User6: This is what a Man is, girls. Take notes and don't settle down for any less!

User7: The way she just doesn't share the others in the second one... Girl, do you hate the men of the cast?😂

User4: I heard that she actually loves them all so much *whispers slowly*

Y/N: Ahh, here is my secret out in the wild... there is another fanpage dedicated to them, they just don't know it

Kittheyounger: I knew you liked others than Luke! This is the best day of my life! Guys, you don't know how it feels like to be bullied and slapped by your own director😭 Someone who is supposed to love you and care for you, be there when you need and help you...

Y/N Y/L/N: Kit, your inner Jesper is showing itself again and I aint your mama

kittheyounger: what language is that?!

Y/N Y/L/N: American English, you Brit! Not that you would understand... and don't you dare spit your venom at my precious Luke and David...

User8: DOES THAT MEAN HE COMES BACK?! PLEASE I NEED IT!

User8: Y/N, THE PRETTIEST MOST SUCCESFULL WOMAN? I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE WHERE ARE YOU?!

User2: Bro is desperate lol @ user8

User5: This further proves that, yes Jessie is the favourite one

User3: but look at her and that little scrunch if her nose! How could she not be?🤭🥰

Y/N Y/L/N: another one who understands my point... One day, everyone will ✊🥹

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Y/N Y/L/N: Same, sis, same...✊🥹

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benbarnes: One day, love... Just one day of you not sharing any "memes" about me.

Y/N: But... But they are cute 👉👈 And you are so... Hot. And mine.

benbarnes: the real thing is sitting next to you and you are giggling at your phone??

Y/N Y/L/N: But... But I have to look at your younger pictures. You aged like fine wine and I'm this 🤏 close to just jump on you and...you know what I mean.

benbarnes: Okay, that's enough internet for you today 😑😳🫠

User9: Y/N just realized how hot her man is and now she uses every chance to tease hım and I'm living for it

User6: Like we always say: Live, laugh and love Y/N and her sense of humor

Y/N Y/L/N: It's the same as Gen-Z humour really. There are young people working for me, and they tell me the most bizarre stories ever like... how are you all still alive??

User8: Ben is just so done yet also in love with her that he just can't say no to her 🥹❤️

User9: Her captions are just killing me 🤣 By the way is that hater fine? If not, I can just... talk to her like a civil person🔪

User5: I heard user3 handed that person their ass from DMs so bad that they erased their account lol

User9: Good for her! That shit never gave up on picking on our parents, someone had to show them our power

User12: The way Ben defended her tho😳 I bet my ass dad is planning homicide and I'd gladly help. FOR OUR MOTHER!

user7: by the way they had been all over each other in stories and post... They are probably having a hot session or something 👐

User3: Thank you all for your support! I was just so angry at them for saying such things about probably the nicest people on this Planet! They saved me, and many others, without even knowing, Y/N is the sweetest soul ever with how she supports and is there for everyone who wants her help and she ABSOLUTELY doesn't deserve to get hate!

Y/N Y/L/N: I can actually cry, I'm so grateful to have fans like you 🥹

Y/N.Fanpage: PLEASE DON'T CRY I CAN'T BEAR IT-

User12: Girlie pop Y/N also had a crush on Caspian, best Info I had today 😌

User5: The way Y/N just knows her man and how he aged is so mood

User3: Considering she also tried to jump on his bones... Also a mood

User2: girl, did something happen today? @ Y/N Y/L/N Usually she isn't that mushy... Not that I have a complaint.

amita_suman: @ user2 no, except one of the workers we absolutely loathe flirting with him shamelessly in front of her 😒

freddycarter1: and her absolutely roasting her so bad that she quit... And us planning our revenge 🤭

archierenaux3: No one messes with our parents!😡

Y/N Y/L/N: I apologize for the inconvenient shit I'll be right now but... Did the FUCKING Nicki Minaj just... Like my post?

User5: Opps, we lost her again...

benbarnes: Indeed we did... She is blasting her songs inside the house right now.

[beestriker015]

Scarlet Witch x male mutant s/o

S/o met Wanda after he became the newest member of Magneto’s Brotherhood of Mutants when the master of magnet found and saved him from a group of anti-mutant hunters.

“Y-you saved me? Who are you?”

“My name is Magneto, I am a mutant much like yourself. What is your name?”

“N-nice to meet you Magneto. I’m s/o.”

He says while still shaking in fear from almost being killed moments earlier.

“You need not be afraid of me s/o. Unlike those barbaric humans, I mean you no harm. In fact, I have an offer for you.”

“A-an offer?”

“Yes. I know what it is like to be discriminated against by humans, so I formed a team consisting of mutants to fight against the mistreatment of our kind. I can offer you a home, a family, a cause to fight for. What do you say s/o? Will you join us for the benefit of mutant kind?”

After thinking for a moment, s/o nods and accepts Magneto’s offer, making the older mutual smile.

“Excellent, welcome to the Brotherhood of Mutants s/o.”

Now a part of Magneto’s team, s/o quickly became friends with Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, aka Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch.

Attracted to his kind personality while also finding the way he stutters really cute, Wanda quickly became enamored with s/o and would vehemently defend him from the more rowdy members of the brotherhood.

Despite having a genuine friendship with the two Maximoffs, s/o soon came to regret joining Magneto’s group when he realized his leader’s intentions.

“Y-you lied to me Magneto! You said we were fighting against mutant discrimination! What you’re doing isn’t right! Subjecting humans to violence and oppression is not the way!”

Needless to say, Magneto did not take kindly to s/o’s words.

“Do not lecture me about what is right! If you value keeping your life, you will do as I say s/o! Now, since Wanda and Pietro are so fond of you, I’m willing to forget we had this conversation. Next time you question me though s/o, there will be dire consequences. Am I clear?”

He tells the younger mutant in a threatening voice, causing him to flinch.

“Y-yes Magneto.”

Unfortunately for Magneto, both Wanda and Pietro overheard everything and have secretly shared s/o’s dislike of being villains for a while now.

“How dare he threaten s/o like that! I have half a mind to-”

“Calm down sis, I don’t like it either, but what can we do? Magento saved us, we can’t just go against him can we?”

Wanda turns to face her brother with a serious expression.

“….Maybe it’s time we do just that. I don’t know about you, but I no longer wish to be a member of the Brotherhood! I’m planning on taking s/o and leaving Magneto for good. Are you with me Pietro?”

“….Alright sis, I’m in.”

With that, the two begin working on their plan as s/o heads back to his room in tears, walking past his two friends without noticing them.

Later that evening, s/o is laying in his bed as Wanda enters his room.

“Hey s/o, how are you doing?”

She asks in a sweet voice, making him blush.

“I’m ok Wanda.”

Taking a seat on the bed next to him, Wanda wraps an arm around s/o, causing his blush to deepen.

“Don’t lie to me s/o, I can tell you’ve been crying.”

Shaking off his blush for a moment, s/o proceeds to tell Wanda what happened between him and Magneto, despite her already knowing.

“I really don’t w-wanna be here anymore Wanda. All the violence, the hate, this isn’t what I w-wanted.”

“I know s/o, which is why my brother and I are planning on leaving….and we’re taking you with us.”

She says much to s/o’s shock.

“B-but Magneto will kill me if we betray him.”

“No, he won’t. I won’t let anything happen to you s/o, I love you too much.”

“Y-you love me?!”

Wanda smiles and kisses him gently on the lips.

“Does that answer your question s/o?”

He nods as Wanda chuckles at his flustered expression before telling him the plan.

A few days later during a confrontation with the X-Men, Magneto is furious that his children and s/o announced that they are leaving the Brotherhood of Mutants and will help fight against them.

“You three dare turn against me?!”

“We’re fed up with being criminals! You may have saved us Magneto, but Wanda and I will serve you no longer!”

“Pietro’s right! You claim mutants are superior to humans, but you subject them to the exact same horrible treatment and prejudice that the humans are guilty of! You’re nothing but a hypocrite Magneto!”

She exclaims with a cold glare as s/o stands by her side.

“Y-yeah! From now on Magneto, we will fight to i-improve human and mutant relations, not further worsen them like you do b-buckethead!”

“S/o! You turned my children against me didn’t you?! I will see to it that your life ends here!”

He orders the Brotherhood to attack as Wanda and Pietro stand protectively in front of s/o.

“No one is laying a hand on my boyfriend!”

“Yeah! Keep away from my best friend!”

Wanda blasts several members of the Brotherhood away as her brother deals with a few of the others.

“I should have let those humans exterminate you back when I met you s/o! Now I shall rectify that mistake by ending you right here and now!”

Magneto shouts in anger as he goes after s/o personally, but the shy mutant uses his powers to defend himself.

(I never stated what s/o’s powers are so feel free to use your imagination.)

Once the X-Men join in on the battle, Magneto eventually orders his mutants to retreat while swearing vengeance on s/o for both his and the Maximoff siblings’ betrayal.

“You may have won today, but heed my words that the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants shall return to make you all pay! Especially you s/o, when next we meet, your death by my hand shall be a slow and excruciating one!

While the Brotherhood make their retreat, leader of the X-Men Charles Xavier rolls up to the three now that the battle is over.

“While Magneto believes in mutant supremacy, I dream of a world where mutants and humans can coexist peacefully. If you three want, you’re more than welcome to join the X-Men.”

The three look at each other before turning back to Xavier as s/o speaks up on behalf of his girlfriend and best friend.

“We appreciate the offer Professor, but for now we’d like to politely decline. Even though yours is different from Magneto’s, we don’t want to be part of a group of mutants right after leaving another. Pietro, Wanda, and myself wish to find our own way, but if you ever need us we’ll be glad to lend a hand.”

He says as Xavier nods in understanding while both Pietro and Wanda are surprised at the fact s/o didn’t stutter even once while speaking.

“I see. Well if you change your mind, you’ll always be welcome to join us.”

The X-Men leave as s/o smiles at Wanda and hugs her.

“T-thanks for always being here for me Wanda. I love you.”

She smiles and kisses him before returning the hug.

“I’ll always be here for you s/o. I love you too”

“Um…hello? I’m still here to you know!”

Pietro says before being brought into the hug by his sister and best friend.

“Sorry Pietro. I hope you know that you’re the g-greatest friend I’ve ever had.”

“Heh. Right back at you s/o.”

Despite everything he’s been through, s/o knows he will always have his girlfriend and her brother to rely on, no matter what the future may hold for the three mutants.

[claralouvette]

💐𝒲𝑒’𝓇𝑒...

Hawks/ Keigo Takami x F!Reader

💖Synopsis

you've been feeling sick all morning, morning headaches and sickness, Keigo wanted to stay by your side and take care of you, but you insisted telling that you can handle yourself. You being alone, you discovered something about the cause of your sickness.

⚠️WARNING: Bonus content contains 18+ content.

✨Proof read done (comment if you see mistakes.)

Tag list: @mysideeffectsofyou

Masterlist

💐You've been feeling sick all morning. you don’t know what you ate, but when you checked everything was clean.

💐You grabbed your phone, craving to hear his voice, knowing he is probably busy doing hero work, you tried to call. Sadly, he didn't answer the call. Then a notification popped up on your phone, wide eye you quickly change your clothes and went to the convenience store.

💐’Positive’ its what the stick said. You were ecstatic. Oh you couldn't wait for keigo to see this, you imagining him grinning like a child. Grabbing your phone hoping he would answer this time. Still no answer. You were sad, but hero work is hero work, you left the stick on the bathroom counter and sleep.

💐When he called out for his love, upon entering the home they built, the usual response was not there to greet him, he fears that you were still feeling sick he wished he could have stayed to take care of you but you insisted.

💐When he entered your shared room he found you asleep, he smiled feeling thankful that he can come home to a sight of this. Trying not to disturb your sleep, he quietly remove his uniform to prepare for a nice shower.

💐After he finished his night shower, he was brushing his teeth, then he noticed a small box that was not there this morning,

"What's this" he said curiously picking up the box, it read 

‘accurate results in only three minutes, one line for negative, two lines for-'

he stopped, did he read that right? Two lines for pregnant? he opened the box to only see a paper instructions, 'where is it’ he thought looking around.

Then there he saw it, "Two lines, there-there are two lines" he whispered aloud

his wings fluffed up, he couldn't hold his happiness, is this why you kept calling him awhile ago?

"Oh, baby" he said, so lovingly, blushing even. It made his heart so jumpy, he wanted to shout but he doesn’t want to wake you up. 

💐Going out of the bath room, he carefully, gently laid down beside you, placing his head just beside your breast cuddling up against you. Bad mistake you woke up.

💐"your home" you said, looking at keigo who in return is smiling back at you.

"I'm home, baby bird, oh and look what I found" he said showing you the positive pregnancy test.

💐You suddenly feel emotional and began crying,

"Oh no baby bird, I'm not mad"he said trying to comfort you.

"look at me, shhhh, hey look at me, do I look mad?" he said, you looked at him.

"no" you simply said. It seems you went emotional here scared of what your husband might think

"Surprise love, I'm pregnant" you said trying to sound cheerful after that short break down, He smiled, giggling, cuddling you against him making sure his hands has access to where the baby would be.

"No baby bird, we're pregnant” he said kissing you on the lips, later turned out to be a make out session.

"I can't wait for our little birds" he whispered mid kiss

💐Bonus:

after the make out session he asked you a question.

"hey babe?"he started

"hm?" you hummed back indicating for him to continue.

"Can we have another one after this, then another one after that and then another after the another"

"hold on there mister" you said "I don’t wanna be looking like a watermelon for a long time" you finished, he suddenly gave you that cute pleading look.

"Maximum of 2 children" you said, he was Devastated 

"two???, TWO???” He whined “no baby, please you know I have a breeding kink it’s part of my instincts. Baby, please you can't do this to me! I just want to fill you up with my warm juices, you like it when my warm cum is inside of you, letting my sperms find your egg and let it do it's magic" he said clearly imagining it, because he has this horny look on his face. Oh right, its spring, well that makes sense.

"Keigo, stop imagining, your hard again." you said, unfazed about his hard boner of a dick. Not even denying it he pulled you closer to him and whispered "I'm hard because, I love you, I wanna make love to you"

"I can't get out of this can," you said smiling

"Nope, you can't" he said grinning

"Welp, what are you waiting for daddy"

"Oh, baby bird"

what a fantastic and passionate night you both had, poor fetus tho. Hahaha.😅🤣

Masterlist

[tragically-jane-doe]

My final rambling of this god forsaken show

This tusundere lil bastard

WHAT IF THO WHAT IF YOU JUST ADMITTED FROM THE START

They're fucking sadists making me watch hee-joo drive off a cliff again

MY GORL IS PSYCHO AND I LOVE THAT FOR HER

Also how dumb can og sa-eon be to get inside a car with hee-joo AGAIN

God damn sa-eon mama I see where your son gets it from

YES IN-A YES

Yu-ri you didn't get nearly enough screen time I love you

You know what I take back what I said you fucking snitch god damn sang-woo

THATS MS HANS BABY GIRL TYVM

I love our reporter friend

Okay I'm feeling a lil bit for hee-joo mama cause like imagine losing two children to the same fucking person

She meant well but went about it in a terrible way I guess

GIRL STOP GOING NEAR SLIGHTLY HIGH PLACES

OMG GRANDPAPPY GOT AROUND DAMN

UHOHUHOHUHOHUHUHOH

sir you could've just ran him over you wouldn't have gotten into trouble

Like really you could have

WHAT DID HE SAY TO MAKE OUR BOY CRY

Hey guys do you think he's the son of Paik Jang-ho they've only mentioned it like a million times

I'm so glad I waited till Saturday to watch these god damn

WHAT IF THOU

Awwww they match each others freak

I KNOW THIS ISNT REAL STOP STOP GIVING ME FAKE SCENARIOS DAMN IT

Let them be domestic with each other for real please they deserve it

What the hell sa-eon WHERE R U

Get your ass back to your wifey NOW

OKAY THIS EPISODE BETTER FIX EVERYTHING PLEASE I BEG

WHERE IS HE GODDAMN

Is he hanging out with Daddy Juan?

Wait what holy shit

SAEON WHAT FHE HELL DUDE WHERE R U

Where's our girls proposal huh where's her happily ever after

Mr Kang i love you

Her dad is so cute

THIS MOTHER FUCKER TOOK HIM TO GET FOOD WHERE IS HE

Stop this is to cute

HAS IT BEEN 6 MONTHS? OF HIM BEING M.I.A

All of in-a outfits have been killer

THIS MANS BEEN M.I.A FOR SIX FUCKING MONTHS IM GONNA KILL HIM

IN-A I LOVE YOU BUT GIRL STOP IT

This is so fucking sad I want to murder this man

OMG 604

She's the biggest of freaks she's amazing

I love how she ran to a war zone just on CHANCE to see her man SHES INSANE I LOVE HER JESUS FUCK

OF COURSE SHE GETS KIDNAPPED THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A NICE HAPPY TIME DAMNIT BUT INSTEAD WE GET THIS

Sa-eon did you really expect her to sit and twiddle her thumbs

He's dumb asf

SO DUMB

What was the point of all of this sa-eon

SHE ISNT DUMB YOU ARE MOTHERFUCKER

Sa-eon lives to infuriate me

Oooooooh so that's why he went cray cray m.i.a

HEE-JOO ALREADY KNEW THAT THOU

HE STILL LEFT KNOWING SHE KNOWS

I wanna slap him

I WANNA HIT HIM MR I WANNA PUNISH MYSELF

So dumb

So fucking dumb

He doesn't deserve that kiss

I want them to be caught by rebels so bad it would be so funny

THEY FUCKED? the white tanks are actually taking me out

not the feet shot

HOW DUMB IS THIS MAN "I didn't expect you to show up here"

My girl tried to drive off a cliff just so the stalker dude would leave you alone

Girly pretended to be her kidnapper to just divorce you

SHE SPENT 4 DAYS REFUSING TO EAT OR DRINK JUST SO YOUR FAKE MAMA COULDNT USE HER AGAINST YOU MY GIRL WAS READY TO STARVE TO DEATH

She's insane I'm not surprised she went into a war zone to find sa-eon that's actually one of the tamer things shes done

Also like if u didn't want her to find you why did u donate money in her name to a school where u are

I'm gonna murder this man

He needs to be shot again

Not Paik sa-eon is the funniest sub I've ever seen

My boy still has no name of his own

Spent 6 months not finding a name

I ONLY GET 16 MINUTES OF FLUFF?

Their house is so cute

All the besties are hereeeeeee

Oh mr Kang why don't we get to meet your wife

I want to see the woman that wifed you up

I hate this

Yay work mom I love you

Paik yu Yeon your a dumb bitch but at least your pretty

Shut up his name is for her Jesus christ

Mr Kang stop making googoo eyes at him his wife is right next to himmmm

He's so cunty swirling his wine thou

Stop it they're so cute it's gross

Oh my goodness

Oh so fish is just a trauma trigger

Hee-joo getting her closure!!!!!

THIS MOTHERFUCKER

also sick that his contact name is just husband💓

Aw he made up with his bae do-jae

Please god let there be fics of hee-joo domming this man

PLEASE HES PRACTICALLY BEGGING HER

Well fuck me idk what to do now it's over

Was a fun ride

[silent-raven13]

Little Hobie 2

Earth 138-10

Little Hobie happily holds Miles 1610's hand showing around his place, "Dis is mah home, Miles! We got tree rooms and-and we share separately from the boys and the gurls." After hearing their mother needed to recover, the children were worried about who will take care of them. Miles decided to take care the children while their mother is recovering,

Miles 1610 smiles at how cute the boy, "Oh yeah?"

Little Hobie nodded, "Yeah! This is my mum's room and we aren't allowed to go in without her, but", He turns the knob to step inside. "I still do!"

Miles saw how the little boy is a lot more spunky and daring like his boyfriend. He got low to Hobie 138-10's level with a small chuckle, "Hahaha, you sure are daring, huh?"

"Yeah," He happily said with a puff of his chest.

"You wanna continue showing me around and we close this door?" Miles didn't feel uncomfortable seeing Mrs. Brown's room seeing how she kept it private for a reason.

"Sure!" He happily took Miles' hand, and shut the door behind him. "There's the living room, basement, attic, and-and-and... kitchen! Annndd... backyard! It's a bit dirty..." The Spider-man noticed how messy the area was, it seems like having eight children is already a handful that cleaning is out the window.

When he went to every part of the house, the living room and kitchen was the most dirties part with clothes, food, and toys toss around. So much unorganized items being missplace, and Hobie's older sister busy cooking a quick beans on Toast for her younger brother.

"Miles, are you hungry?" She asked being the second mother to this family, Miles only frowned seeing for a young girl taken so much responsibility.

"I'm fine, nene." Miles said to Ronica.

Hobie quickly stood in front, "I want some beans on toast, Nica!"

"OKay, go wash your hands." Ronica smiles at him.

Miles saw the other children running around having to bring mud into the kitchen floor from the door that lead to the backyard. Ronica scowls, "Stop it! I told you two to not make a mess!"

"You're not our mom, Ronny!" A the second oldest, which is a boy huffs.

While the fourth youngest nodded, "Yeah!"

Little Hobie scowls, "Ronny works hard to clean the floor! You're making a mess! Get out!" Being the fifth oldest, he went over to shove his older brother in anger, "Bombaclatt!"

"Oh yeah, your a little twerp!" His older brother harshly shove him back, then the two started to throw punches.

"Ah! Stop!" Ronny pulled her little sister back being in shock at her two brothers fighting.

"Hey! Stop it! Stop it, you two!" Miles went over using his Spider-man strength to pull the two apart, and grab their shirt pulling them up high to face them. "Stop it!" His voice stern.

The two looked surprised by his strength and his voice. "You two are brothers! You're supposed to love each other instead of fighting, look at the mess you two made." He gave them a good lecture having to set them down with their lips quivering as they view their hero being upset with them, especially Little Hobie.

"I'm sorry!" Little Hobie sniffs having tears in his eyes.

His siblings look in shock at how their feisty brother crying to Miles. Normally their little brother rarely cries and only start arguing with anyone being stubborn. "I'm sorry!" He went over to get cuddles from Miles, who picked him up to comfort him.

The Spider-man sighs, "I'm only giving you a lecture because you two were behaving. I only want best for ya'll while I'm here and your mom recovery." He could smell soil, and leaves from the kid, a bit of cinnamon spices, too.

Ronica picks one of her younger siblings in her arms, "Um... Mr. Spider-man... sir, how long will mom be gone?"

This broke the tension with the boys that fought, Miles sighs, "I think for a two weeks... maybe more. Don't worry she's in full care." His honey-brown eyes finally turns to see the little boy's dark inky eyes, his nose runny with snot and lips pouting. "Awe, don't cry. You're a tough little man."

"But you were mad at me!" Little Hobie buries his face into Miles' neck being so sad to make his hero mad at him. He cries into small muffles.

"There. There. Come on, I only want you two to understand and stop fighting. I'm not mad." He wipes the little boy's tears away being kind and gentle. "See, I'm not mad. I was never mad at you guys."

"Promise?" He hold out a pinky with a small voice.

"I promise." Miles did a pinky promise as he carries Little Hobie with one hand, "Anyway, we got a lot of work to do." He saw how lunch needs to be made, cleaning the house and laundry, he saw Ronica's and the girls need to get their hair done- and the boys need a trim. He had so much to do. "Anyone want lunch?"

"I made beans on toast." Ronica shyly said on the stove then her eyes widen as she left the beans on a lit stove, "Oh no!" Smoke started to burn the beans. Everyone coughing hearing the fire alarm beeping, Miles quickly set Little Hobie down as he took the pot from the stove to the sink filled with many old dishes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Ronica cup her face being so upset with herself, "That was the last can of baked beans!"

"No worries. We'll have something else to eat." Miles went into the fridge to find very little food, and mostly condiments. His head started to whirl trying to figure out what he can do to help them.

"Miles! Miles! I'm hungry." Little Hobie took his hand giving his big puppy look on his face.

Just when Miles was about to answer a portal opens up reveal Hobie without his Spider-man mask on, he carried a big brown bag of groceries. "Am I just in time for lunch?"

"Hobie!"

"That's not Hobie, I am Hobie!" The little boy frowns then scowls at the imposter, "Why you here!"

"I came to see my Sunflower!" The older Hobie chuckles as he leans to kiss his SUnflower's cheek seeing how the little version of himself fuming.

"No! He's mine!" The little boy tries to push the young man away from his hero. "He's my best friend!" Hugging Miles' waist being jealous at sharing his hero.

Spider-punk huffs being jealous as well so he happily mocks, "He may be your friend but he is my Sunflower, right luv?" He kisses his boyfriend's cheek.

Miles saw the little boy's eyes watering, "Wahhh."

"Bae, stop picking on him. You're gonna make him cry." Miles pout at his boyfriend then received another kiss.

"Sorry, luv and lad. Anyway, i came by just in time, huh?" Hobie waves the air smelling of burned beans.

"Yeah, I was planning on making lunch but... the fridge." Miles' eyes on his boyfriend's brown bag, "You bought groceries?"

"Went to a supermarket not far from here. Saw everything I think we might need..." He places the brown bag then his eyes on Ronica, dark eyes soften reminding him of his own older sister. "So, lunch? Who wants the Hobie Brown sandwich?"

"Oh me!"

"I do!"

"Me too!"

All the children said except for little Hobie who was busy hugging Miles' leg. "You don't want a sandwich, niño?" He got low to face the little boy.

"Only if you make it. I don't trust him." Little Hobie pouted with a sniffle.

"Hahaha, alright. I can make the Morales special." Miles chuckles then wipes the boy's tears, "But first, I want every one to wash their hands. Come on, guys." He helps the younger ones wash their hands, then check on the baby who's still napping.

"I brought formula, Sunflower." Hobie was already in the kitchen having his set up ready. "You gonna make lil Hobie a sandwich?"

"Yeah, just wanting to make sure the baby is fine." Miles stand next to his boyfriend helping him make the sandwiches, "You know, for eight kids... how did your mother do it?"

"She didn't... my older sister watch over us, but she was young too. We all fend for ourselves in a way." Hobie grunts, then looks around, "I noticed this Mrs. Brown is at least trying to put food on the table and pay the bills."

"Yeah, I don't blame her for any of this..." Miles meant the how the house looks messy and dirty, "I can't imagine working long hours and coming home to clean up and watch the kids? And she did mention her husband left the family after the baby was born... what a bum."

"Fucking coward." Hobie scowls with pure malice in his voice, "Leaving her like this. Not fair to her and dem kids..." His heart hurts knowing the struggle living in poverty/working class.

Miles frowns at his boyfriend, "I know, baby. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Hopefully we can help fix around here while Mrs. Brown is better."

"Yeah... unless the sprogs let you go." Hobie chuckles.

His Sunflower looks down to find the youngest children after little Hobie were around his legs with their big eyes gleaming at him. They seem to take a great liking to him. "I guess they love me!"

"Who wouldn't Sunflower! You're amazing." His punker hums having a few sandwiches ready on a massive white plate. "Alright, sprogs! Sandwiches ready! Come n' get'm!" The children rushes over to the tables to get their slices.

Little Hobie sat waiting his own, "Here you go, guys." Miles came buy with the second round, watching the children chowing down. He gave little Hobie two sandwiches seeing how he didn't take one from the other plate.

"Thank you!" Little Hobie happily took his sandwiches to eat being so happy.

Miles smiles at them eating, "Oh, let me go feed um... was is Juan? Paul... ugh."

"Hahaha," His boyfriend chuckles, "You mean, Jean?"

"Yeah!" He got a warm bottle with formula being ready to feed the baby boy, "I'll go feed him."

His punker smiles at him, having to take his hand, "I love you, Miles."

"Huh? What makes you say that?" His Sunflower giggles.

"You're a kind heart person, luv. You decided to help these kids and put them first than you- it's just beautiful to see. I need you to know that's what I love about you." His hand gently massaging his Sunflower's knuckles, "I want you to know that."

"I love you, too, Hobie." Miles brightly smiles at him, "Now, let me go feed Jean." When he went to the other room, Hobie smiles at his Sunflower, then he felt a tug on his pants.

Little Hobie staring up at him, "He's mine."

"Is that a challenge?" Hobie being one to like to be mischievous saw a fun oppurtunity to poke some fun.

"No, it's a fact!" He glares at him, "Miles is mine!"

"Hahaha." Hobie chuckles, "You have no idea who am I, do you?"

"No, but I don't care! Because I'm the REAL Hobie Brown." Little Hobie kicked the punker's shin and runs off. "That's the first warning!" He ran for safety which is Miles being in the other room feeding the baby.

The Spider-punk winced at his shin but said nothing, He knew dealing with his child self would be a problem, especially when he got a little crush on his Sunflower.

[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

The Powerpuff Problem

See the thing with Powerpuff Girls is for four seasons it's like this:

"Oh, our hit kids show isn't that weird. I mean sure, it's a show that stars adorable little girls that are so unapologetically violent that there's blood in the intro and even some episodes..."

"OH GOD, aliens are invading! And even worse - THEY'RE BROCCOLI!"

"...they fight a zombie magician, we do a mecha episode whilst simultaneously mocking the mecha genre, one of the main recurring villains is straight up Satan..."

"Oh I'm sorry, did you wanna go on vacation? Too bad, your absence will mean the end of society as you know it. Everyone you know is either miserable, insane, or dead, and they all blame you! Did I mention you're five?"

"...in fact we have another one called Sedusa...now that I think about it we put a lot of innuendos in this actually..."

"Hey. Hey Craig. Hey Craig I wanna do a double length episode where the stars of this children's show say "dick" over and over again, is that cool? Great...also I'm giving it one of the darkest endings we've ever done k byyyyyyyyyyyyye."

"...b-but there's cute stuff too! There's a fun episode where the girls play inside on a rainy day, there's one where they get turned into cute little puppies, there's one where they sing about love to save the day, there's one where they eat candy which we use as a way to tackle the subject of addiction-wait..."

"Let's do our own take on Frankenstein! Can it have a sudden downer ending that will scar a generation of kids? Sure, f*ck it!"

"...OK maybe it's pretty weird. But being unique is good! That's part of what our show's all about - it's unusual to see little girls being the ones who kick butt, but they're characters young girls deserve to see, and characters EVERYONE can be inspired by. Now let's watch the movie that came out less than a year after 9/11 where the heroes destroy a city that totally doesn't resemble NYC!"

Then the last two are just...

"OK, who wet the bed?"

"So in this episode these usually kickass heroines are forced to quietly ask a criminal to leave their house, with noooooo onscreen fighting whatsoever... don't worry the kids will love it!"

"...and then all the characters sing about how they should all get along. The End! All of them? Yep. Even the villains? Yep. Even Him? Yep. With no bait-and-switch joke where all the villains immediately go back to their old ways? Correct!"

"OK, so like...crying. We make can make 11 minutes out of that, right?"

"Let's bring back the Rowdyruff Boys, not just for a rematch, but permanently! OK! What do you want them to do? Graffiti, rob and beat up people for fun, property damage, stuff like that. Don't the Gangreen Gang do that stuff already? I guess. So what will THEY do? Eh I dunno turn them into simps for an episode. Anyway, wouldn't it be cool if 2 out of the 6 appearances the RRB make after being revived never actually happened?"

"Yes of course we need multiple close-up shots of the sunburnt, bulging skin of three five-year-old girls. Yes of course we have to show it peeling off towards the end! How else are we gonna teach kids to use sunscreen? Could you tell this episode was part of the Chris Savino era?"

"Hey is it just me or is the pacing of our newer episodes kinda...slow? What do you mean? They're fin-zzzzzzzzzzzz-"

"mAyOr wAnT ToAst!"