#Yes that’s ice in his snake milk

[thepie]

this has been sitting concerningly long untouched in my wips pile.. unfortunately I think this is as polished as it gets 💔💔💔

[indigosunsetao3]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRE4g6YQ/

Okay but look at this 😭😫👏🏻❤️🥺🥹 it’s such husband behavior and I could see all the 141 guys doing this tbh. Maybe except Price (I feel like he’d go to the ends of the Earth to find one and would be successful. Even if it means driving 2+hrs to every Tesco trying to find the cake)

What? Stop it right now. This is too cute.

Just doing read more because it's a bit long to list them all. All are SFW and fluffy. 💙

Price for sure is going to every. single. store. He's going to find this cake one way or another; he won't come home until he's got it. He loses count of how many places he tries. He makes store managers call other stores to see if they have it in stock, watching them from the counter with narrowed eyes. When he tracks down the last one, which is another hour away, he asks the store to set it aside and pays them double when he arrives for their effort (and to apologize for slightly threatening them if they sold it to someone else). Traditions are important to him and he'll be damned if he misses a year. "I know it's almost midnight dear, but it's still technically your birthday. Never mind where I've been all day, not important."

Soap is making a masterpiece. Baking may not be his forte per se but man is artistic. His creation is a variation of all the different caterpillar cakes; selecting only the best qualities from each. And yes, he looked and studied them all. He has pictures of them all over the kitchen counter with notes on each about what he likes and doesn't like. Then he sketches out his own picture and uses it as a blueprint for his design, proudly naming it Craig.

"Clyde's eyes are terrifying, bonnie. But I didn't like how Chris didn't have feet...they have to have feet or then it's a snake. And Morris was boring, not enough stripes."

Gaz is in the kitchen for hours baking. He's bought everything he needs in bulk because he knows it's going to be a learning curve. He ends up with multiple failures, that he'll take to the team to devour, before finally getting it right. By the time he finishes, the kitchen is a disaster—every pan, bowl, plate, and pot (yes pot, he ran out of clean bowls) is dirty by the time he finishes. And flour? It's everywhere, his hair, clothes, the cat. "Stay out of the kitchen. Just sit here and enjoy this...I'll be back in a bit. If you see the cat just brush him off for me, yeah?"

Ghost enlists Soap to help him. It ends up with a bunch of arguing about how to do it. They fight over where to put the milk chocolate decorative pieces, the proper spacing of the eyes, the size of the feet and every other little imperfection Ghost can find. Soap eventually leaves telling Ghost to do it himself...before coming back thirty minutes later to help him finish. It's a bit lumpy and there are little slashes where it had been pulled apart and resealed with chocolate icing like glue from Ghost's attempts to get it perfect. "It's a bit beat up, sorry love. Tried to make it perfect for you, now it looks like he's been to war with all the scars."

Bonus:

Alex, poor soul, had no idea this kind of cake was even a thing at first. He assumed a caterpillar cake was just a sheet cake with the Very Hungry Caterpillar on it until you explained. Once he knows what it is, you get a caterpillar cake every year; he doesn't care that shipping costs three times as much as the cake itself. But this year the shipment runs late and he has to call in backup...which involves Gaz going to the shops to sweet talk the little old lady bakers for their recipe while Alex frantically takes notes. He only has a few hours to get it together and while he does his best...it's the thought that counts right? At least it tastes like it's supposed to.

"I know it's not Colin but if you squint hard enough it's vaguely a caterpillar....really squint, maybe cover one eye, and stand back a few feet. I promise your real one is on its way, just had a bit of delay."

[alchemyfire]

Frev Halloween story

Transformations of a demon

When the demon Fouché saw her coming, he sneered scornfully. This will be easy, he thought. He turned around three times and suddenly transformed into a cute black cat.

When Charlotte Robespierre came to the door of her house and was about to enter, Fouché meowed loudly to be noticed and brushed against her shoe. Charlotte smiled at him, took the kitten in her arms and gently scratched his chin. "Oh, you're a handsome little boy," she smiled and carried him home to pour him some milk.

"Maxim," she knocked on her brother's door on her way to the kitchen and waited a moment. No answer came, but that was not surprising, because Maximilien, a famous wizard on the side of truth and virtue, was usually too busy with work and his own thoughts to notice his surroundings at such times. For the past months, he thought of nothing else but how to bring happiness to the people.So she opened the door and quietly entered the candlelit room.

Her brother walked past a table covered with pages of his spells in progress, flipping through a wizzard book, pausing every now and then in front of the chest of drawers to consult his magic pigeon sitting there on a perch. Some time ago, he finally managed to summon the spirit of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, and it subsequently took up residence in the body of Maxim's favorite pigeon. They often had discussions all night long. Even now they seemed preoccupied with more important issues than worrying about what was for dinner tonight.

"To invite people to the pure cult of the Supreme Being is to strike a fatal blow to fanaticism. All fictions disappear before the truth and all follies fall before reason," Maximilien was saying taken by the idea.

"All the sects will merge themselves into the general religion of nature," nodded the pigeon.

Charlotte stood in the doorway, listening in admiration. Even the kitten in her arms pricked up its ears and, in tension, sharply dug its claws into Charlotte's arm. She screamed and dropped the kitten to the ground.

"Evil has entered the room," said the pigeon, flapping its wings violently. Maxim turned to Charlotte and frowned disapprovingly.

"How dare that bird call me evil!" Charlotte hissed indignantly, turning and slamming the door behind her.

"She's just my sister," Maxim turned back to the pigeon incomprehendingly.

"Not her, but the cat," Jean-Jacques pointed his beak at the table, where the cat had jumped up and was now curiously sniffing the written texts.

Fouché was startled for a moment when four suspicious eyes focused on him. He backed away, knocking over the ink bottle in the process. His paws then left dark spots on the text-covered pages, which instantly burst into flames.

“I know who you are!” cried Maximilien as he extinguished the fire with a copy of Rousseau's Confessions. Then he removed his tinted glasses from his head and mercilessly aimed the beam of virtue that burst from his eyes at the black kitten.

But the demon Fouché transformed into a giant snake before his pure gaze. In an instant he turned and swallowed the pesky, chattering pigeon. His devilish laugh then snuffed out all the candles.

"Jean-Jacques, NO!" Maxim screamed in terror and fainted on the spot. Fouché, still in snake form, curled contentedly on his chest, breathing into his face, the poisonous odor of pretense and slander wafting from his mouth. It already looked like he was going to kill poor Maximilien for good and destroy every memory of him.

"Not so fast demon," the window flew open and a pale angel of death with ice eyes appeared on the windowsill. His arrival was accompanied by the sound of the falling guillotine, and his face glistened in the moonlight with the fresh blood of the last executed traitor.

“Saint-Just?” Fouché hesitated and looked at the angel. "It's none of your business, go away," he hissed, rearing his long body menacingly.

“But yes, it is…,” Saint-Just stepped closer, an iron sword of justice suddenly appearing in his hands. "No freedom, to the enemies of freedom," he thundered and cut off the snake's head with one mighty blow.

Fouché fell to the ground, but an inconspicuous rat slithered out of his dead snake body, unnoticed by the angel as he bent over the prostrate wizard to breathe eternal life into him.

So the demon slipped unnoticed through the open window and disappeared into the darkness of the coming night, for lies and envy will never die either, but will continue to spread their poison throughout the world.

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Can you do an adorable ShadowOrchid family fic? Something fluffy that's all, I want to cry out of tears of joy 🥹

HELL YES I CSN :3

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Sweets & Love

•Story Warnings: Fluff & Teasing)

•Notes: Witchberry & Ice Juggler are the adopted kids of Shadow Milk & Lily Orchid, while Rose Milk and Spilled Milk are the biological kids :)

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Shadow Milk Cookie was getting his daughters ready for today, he decided to take his family out to the zoo. The girls were excited for it, while Witchberry Cookie & Ice Juggler Cookie getting dressed and while Shadow Milk Cookie got Rose Milk Cookie dressed. The jester went to check his wife and his new born son, he saw the faerie breastfeeding the baby, but thank goodness she had a blanket over her chest. As the faerie looked up and softly smiled, once the baby stopped Lily Orchid Cookie gently burped him and fixed her sundress.

“The girls are ready, we’re just waiting on you LilyBaby~” Shadow Milk Cookie teased.

Lily Orchid Cookie face turned a little pink as she gently hissed, it was cute. With the do final touches, the family headed to the zoo, as they soon arrived at the zoo the kids were excited especially Witchberry Cookie! Getting the baby bag and the double stroller out, the jester and the faerie put the little ones in the stroller they headed inside! While walking, the girls exhausted their mother and Shadow Milk Cookie could see the exhaustion in his wife’s eyes.

“LilyBaby are you okay?” Shadow Milk Cookie asked softly.

“I’m okay don’t worry.”

Shadow Milk Cookie let out a soft ‘hm’ as the family continued walking through the zoo, they stopped at a picnic area and ate. Lily Orchid Cookie covered herself with the blanket as she started to breastfeed her son for the third time. With the family enjoying and relaxing, the faerie finished breastfeeding and fixed her her sun dress again. With them continuing, the girls were now bugging the parents wanting a stuffed animal.

“Daddy I want a tiger plush!” Witchberry Cookie screamed with happiness

“Mommy I want a polar bear plush!” Ice Juggler Cookie screamed with happiness too.

“We’ll get it okay, let’s play the quiet game and if you stay quiet until we leave. You’ll get one.”

The girls nodded as they smiled, with Shadow Milk Cookie holding a sleeping Rose Milk Cookie, they got to the gift shop, the two got girls plushies while the faerie got an toy snake for herself because she use to have a snake when she was little. With them leaving the zoo and headed home, the kids were sleeping while Shadow Milk Cookie holding his wife hand and kissed it.

“Have fun today dear?” Shadow Milk Cookie asked as he smiled.

“Yeah. I did.” Lily Orchid Cookie replied with a soft smile.

Shadow Milk Cookie smiled as he kissed her. With them at home, they put the kids to sleep and the two went to their room and cuddled together.

“Mmm I love LilyBaby~”

“I love you too Milky~” Lily Orchid Cookie said with a giggle.

[stardewey]

I posted 516 times in 2022

That's 331 more posts than 2021!

41 posts created (8%)

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Longest Tag: 74 characters

#the collector is basically if moondrop and sundrop’s personalities swapped

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Ms. Teavee: What is your biggest weakness?

Willy Wonka : I can be uncooperative.

Ms. Teavee : Okay, can you give me an example?

Willy Wonka: No.

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Mr. Salt Mr. Wonka was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Willy Wonka: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Mr. Salt: Mr. Wonka, you ate a chair.

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Mr. Salt: Mr. Beauregarde, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Mr. Beauregarde: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Mr. Salt: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Ms. Teavee.

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Charlie Bucket: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Mike Teavee: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

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Charlie Bucket, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Ms. Bucket: You did WHAT–

Willy Wonka: William Snakepeare

31 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#4

Normal I don’t like Yandere stuff

But

My Favorite Employee is an exception

( I made some art for it, though I used two oc I made for Spooky Month- the one in mask is named Jacob and the employee is named Delilah )

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38 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

#3

I love Stu so much ❤️

I used Vicky to romance him when I originally played it

I love this stoner gargoyle

53 notes - Posted December 14, 2022

#2

Thirsty?

Otto Octavius x reader

Sometimes love can start from the little things, sometimes they start by bumping into someone. This was simply started because a joke about saltwater.

Otto struggled as he tried to untie his robotic tentacles. He sighed as it didn't help much, it might've even made it tighter against him. He narrowed his eyes at two people, Spiderman... he was also known as Peter Parker, but it wasn't the one he knows and a person by the name of Y/N.

He of course was displeased by Peter, but he didn't mind the other's company as much.

“Y/N, I'm gonna need to check up on something, so stay here with Dr. Octopus, okay?” Peter had said.

Dr. Octopus?

DR. OCTOPUS?

Really? Otto thought the child could've just called him by the name... he had already told him his name anyway!

“Oh, sorry about him! He likes to joke, umm... thirsty?” Y/N had asked. Was she actually trying to be nice to him? He wasn't sure very much sure.

“Umm... I suppose so”

“Okay, do want fresh or saltwater?” Y/N tried to joke, but the joke didn't seem to land on him well by the look on his face.

“O-Oh.. sorry- since your an octopus... nevermind. Fresh it is then.”They went into a near by kitchen and started to fill a cup with some fresh water from the tap, she even added a little bit of ice.

Otto actually kind of felt.. bad? He didn't mean to upset them, maybe he should apologize? Y/N soon came back with the water, he had drank the water before starting,

“Sorry-” The doctor had began, “I didn't mean to well... upset you.”

“Don't worry, I wasn't thinking when I made the joke.” Y/N chuckled out. This was strange.. were the doctor and Peter's friend getting along? Were they even…in love? Yes, it wasn't to hard to see. Luckily, once he is back to himself again, they won't have to hide their love from themselves or anyone else.

Hopefully you liked that! This was my first ever fanfic, so I’m pretty sure there are mistakes

I’ll be posting this on Wattpad, deviantart, and Commaful.

Wattpad and Commaful username is stardewey

Deviantart username is Stardewwy

75 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So Bob Velseb, but It’s Cold Outside?

No one?

I guess I will, others can join though lmao

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90 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

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You simps ( For Bob Velseb and Otto Octavius )

[gallusrostromegalus]

Weirdest thing each cast member has ever eaten? ((Especially kaiba))

"Weird" Foods is always a bit of a strange judgement call because what's weird to one might be perfectly normal to another- Most of the US regards Organ Meats as 'weird' despite the fact that they are 1. delicious and 2. eaten by nearly the entire world, and 3. I could go to wal-mart and purchase "Processed American Cheese Food" which is chernobyl orange and has the same texture and comic-copying abilities as silly putty so maybe the US should shut up, but I Digress-

"Weird" herefore is defined as "this is unusual for the general scope of human existence and/or probably medically inadvisable"

Seto Kaiba: Keeps eating Mangos even AFTER he finds out he's mildly allergic to them because he likes the 'Piney' taste.

Mokuba Kaiba: Big Proponent of the Tuna-and-Cheeto Sandwich.

Joey Wheeler: Veteran of the State Fair and Renfaire Scene, goes completely nuts for Fried Foods That No Man Should Have Fried, such as Fried Butter, Fried Coca-Cola. Fried Ice Cream Cheeseburger etc.

Téa Gardener: Like most Atheletes, Téa is an expert at cramming calories and electrolytes into her body so she can keep doing the inhuman feats of dance she does. The Maple-Bacon Smores Smoothie is a crowning Achievement that should not taste as good as it does.

Tristan Taylor: he and his Dad went nuts one thanksgiving trying to figure out just HOW MANY Birds one could stuff into another before the "You're 100% going to get salmonella" threshold was crossed, and by dint of effort, a large budget, friends with a lot of domestic bird farms and inventive cooking strategies, managed to sucessfully create the Sparrow-Quail-Cornish-Pheasant-Chicken-Duck-Turkey-Goose-Peacock Recursive Bird Roast. It was widely regarded as "Delicious" and "A Culinary Miracle" and they were banned by the family from ever doing this again.

Mai Valentine: Woke up hungover, poured Prosecco in her cornflakes instead of Milk. Ate them anyway.

Ryou Bakura: Due to the genetic disorder that runs in his family Bakura's diet is an ongoing game of "Will It Blend?" and not to sound like clickbait, the answers will suprise and terrify you! Beef? Yes! Granola? Yes! Entire Tacos? Yes! A Full English breakfast? Incredibly, Yes!

TK Bakura: Carrion. Not Fresh roadkill, which is only as weird as regular hunting, but been-there-a-while, sun-dried, fermented street meat. In an emergency, this might be understandable, but this was not the case. He just has TERRIBLE impulse control.

Ishizu Ishtar: Regards snakes as Perfectly Edible and 'Good Roasted Over A Campfire' and taste 'just like fish, you weenies', making her one of the main predators of Asps in Egypt. This is a source of Some Distress for her older brother.

Marik Ishtar: A Vegan, but he's not RUDE, and will try Literally Anything once. As a Result, had some GREAT mushrooms at a music festival one time. Also a source of Some Distress to his Older Brother.

Odion Ishtar: Briefly deviated from his caffeine-based diet to eat a leafy green vegetable last week. Fascinating Expirience. Much to think about.

Duke Devlin: There is NOTHING this man will not attempt to wrap in bacon.

Serenity Wheeler: Got Dared to eat a live Cicada at Pennsic once. Was not dared to eat things again.

Solomon Moto: When everyone else at the excavation site was jokingly daring each other to eat the 3,000 to 5,000 year old preserved snacks they found in the allegedly cursed tomb, the only word Solomon heard was "Snacks" and helped himself to the world's most out-of-date chacuterie board as his colleagues looked on in horror. Didn't even get a stomach ache.

Yugi Moto: Underfunded Public School Cafeteria Sloppy Joe. Fortunately, inherited Solomon's Cast-Iron stomach.

Yami: Had a Marshmallow earlier today and still isn't sure if that Texture Expirience (TM) was a good or bad one.

[ashdreams2023]

Loki taking his little kid daughter and baby daughter to a walk in a beautiful park? ❤️

Daddy day

Loki spends a fun day at the park with his daughters

"Daddy push me!" Loki chuckled following the small steps of his five year old daughter.

"Ok be careful" he said.

His other baby girl babbled happily when she saw the colorful swings.

Loki was glad he picked a day where it was very sunny.

When his oldest sat down he made sure the seat was proper before he started pushing her slowly with one arm from the back.

"Push your legs up and down sweetheart"

"Ok!" She grinned showing her missing tooth.

His youngest was more than happy to be seated on his lap while he sat on the other swing next to her sister, he pushed himself slowly, earning a few giggles from the baby in his arms.

"Daddy look! I can reach the sky"

"Yes you can love"

He stayed there watching her until the baby girl started to feel fussy and it meant she was hungry and they had to get off.

"Come on snack time princess"

"But daddy" she pouted but Loki wasn’t going to have that conversation. "I’ll buy you your favorite ice cream" now that got her spirit up.

Lucky for them the ice cream truck was there, so after buying them what they wanted he sat down on a bench feeding his baby her bottle.

"Here you go" his eldest lifted the ice cream sandwich for him to take a bite.

Loki looked around the quite park, it was in the middle of the week so everyone was at work and most people walking around are dog owners and older people enjoying a little walk.

The place was as beautiful as it gets, the grass was green and some flowers were blooming on the side of the walk, spring has come and colored the entire place.

A small squirrel landed on the bench beside his head and he curiously touched his cute head, the squirrel sniffed his finger afterwards then sat on his shoulder.

The baby left the bottled and made grabby hands towards the small animal.

"Can I touch it!?" Loki smiled at the toddler before placing the milk bottle down and opening his palm for the animal to sit on it.

"Be gentle" he said.

His girl caressed the squirrels literally head giggling at how cute it is.

"That’s it, he likes you"

"Can we-"

"No."

"But-"

"No princess, he’s not a pet and plus you already have a cat and a snake at home"

"Fine…"

[slasherrabbitmadness]

We need more Dads friend bo nsfw 👀

(If you feel comfortable of course)

Dad's Friend Bo Drabbles! Thanks to @finalsquirrel on the last scenario idea!! Thanks for being a great friend!

https://ko-fi.com/slasher_rabbit

Dad's Friend Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

Underthecut - NSFW, Oral -Female Receiving- DDLG dynamics (nicknames only really) Daddy Kink, Mentions of breeding and Creampie.

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Ah okay so imagine Dad's friend Bo! Your dishwasher broke and your dad sent Bo to 'fix' the problem.

Bo spun you around, your hands finding stability on the edge of the counter. He hikes up your skirt, a whistle as he takes in the view, "Looks like little one here came nice and prepared for me, huh?" His large hand rubs over your ass and thong, he chuckles as you shiver, "Just one hand on you," He dips his fingers to your heat, he sucks in a breath as his fingers dip past the thong in your wet cunt, "And fuck, something really is leakin'"

You moan in protest, "That wasn't a funny joke, Bo."

He sneers down at you, "Well your Dad wanted me to fix a leak, he never said which one." He gets down on his knees, his hot breath over your pussy, "Now, your Dad trusts me to fix this for you, Daddy always knows best, right?"

Your pussy flutters at his words, legs shaking as he pulls down your thong.

Bo takes in the sight before him, your swollen wet folds just inviting his tongue in. "Now, you better let me know if I'm doing a good job," He takes one long lick from your clit, through your folds, tongue dipping into your heat to rimming around your ass, "Can you do that, Darlin?"

You moan as his tongue dips into your cut, it rolls around in you. He tastes you, deep moans as he feels your cunt pulse around his muscle. You shake and whine as his tongue moves, flicking over your clit, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud,

"Bo, Bo it's so," You throw your head back as he shakes his head tongue rapidly licking your clit, "Ah, fuck me."

He pulls off with an audible, pop, a large smile as you protest the lack of contact, "I'll fuck you, Darlin. Cute little thing like you needs a good fucking," He gives one long like over your heat, "But I gotta get this cute little pussy ready for me. Need you ready to handle my cock, hm?" He sucks on your clit, laughing into you as you let out a pitchy whine.

"Yeah, Bo."

He growls, sucking your clit back around his lips, his hands kneading your ass, "Ah-ah, that's, yes, Daddy."

A wanton moan slips out, legs shaking as he assaults your clit again with his tongue.

"Fuck, Daddy, more."

"Atta girl."

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Bo watches as his cock fucks deep into you, your ass bouncing back against his pelvis. He bites his lip, hand snaking around your neck, pulling your face back to look at him, "Ah, fuck, Darlin, wetter than you've ever been, fuckin' on your parent's bed."

He kisses you, silencing the slutty moan that threatened to spill from your lips.

Bo's cock twitches as he recalls just before leading you up to your parent's bed.

He remembers, a smirk on his face as you ran up to him, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. You quickly let go, not wanting to raise suspicion from your parents.

He sat next to you on the couch, his legs touched yours. When your parents stepped into the kitchen, he ran a large hand along your thigh, hand-dipped under your skirt. He leaned into you, whispered in your ear, "You go upstairs, I'll meet you in five."

Bo kissed you, tongue lapped over yours. He grabbed your hand, placed it over his erection, "Your gonna have to help Daddy here, gonna have to Milk his cock, little one." He kissed you to silence moan, "Go up, get that pretty pussy ready for me," You nodded, an attempt to get up halted be his strong grip, "Good girls like you gotta be put to use. Use that pussy what it was made for."

"Yes, Daddy," You whimpered.

"Good, get up there, gonna put my load where it belongs."

------------------------------------------ Your dad had you and Bo in his garage. Gordon Lightfoot blaring over the radio. A corona in your dad's hand and a Miller light in Bo's.

You held up the flashlight for your dad as he worked over the car. "Hold that light up a little higher." He asks. You glance over to Bo, biting your lip as he ran his hand up his thigh, ghosting it over his semi-erect cock.

You giggles as he blows a kiss at you, hands fumbled with the flashlight. You wince when you hear a thunk. "Oh shit, sorry Dad."

He shakes his head, "Ah, I should be used to that by now, just like when you were a kid, gotta get some ice." He steps out, tripping slightly over the old steps leading into the house.

You sigh as he shuts the door, a hand immediately over your mouth.

"Fuck, I thought he'd never leave," Bo growls into your ear, pushing his erection into your ass.

You pull his hand away, "Bo, he'll be back soon." You turn to him, hands resting on his broad chest. He pushes himself into your front, you gasp as his erection digs into your stomach. "It's too risky."

"Ah, c'mon now, little one, you know I have you well trained." He dips down to kiss you, tongue running along your bottom lip, "Slutty little thing like you." A deep kiss, "Can have you coming around my cock in no time."

Your moan caught in your throat as slams the hood shut, the loud bang making you jump. He lifts you up onto the hood. He fishes out his cock, "pull them panties to the side, gotta put this load in there, those little panties are gonna catch my cum as it leaks out of you." the moan that escapes you was low and feral, the heat rising to your cheeks had you panting.

He slams into you, an alarming pace. He places a large hand on the back of your head, the other snakes down to your front, his calloused thumb rubbing circles over your clit.

He snarls, "You better cum on Daddy's cock, better cum as I let my load into you. Let that seed take. Ah fuck, you're gonna look so good swollen with my kid."

You reach up to kiss him, a loud moan into the kiss as your toes curl, your legs shake your pussy pulsing around Bo's cock. Your orgasm has you seeing stars, ears ring as you lazily lean your head to the side.

Bo slams you onto his cock, your walls, pulsing around him has his toes curl, his knees buckle, his balls tighten as he gasps, "Fuck, baby girl, milk me." You both share a deep moan as he fills you, his thick, warm seed painting your insides.

He pulls out as quickly as he came, "Those panties, put them back over your leaking pussy, Darlin. Don't let Daddy's seed go to waste." He places a chaste kiss on your forehead. He staggers back to his chair, taking a large gulp of his beer.

Your dad enters, a wide smile on his face "Hey! sorry about that." He walked over to you, a pauses, head tilting, "Sweetheart, you okay? You look a little dazed..."

Bo laughs, "Nah, just the heat getting the best of her."

"Yeah, Dad, just the heat."

"Well, you can always cool off inside. There's ice cream to make a milkshake if you want."

Bo wheezes into his hand, he shoots you a look, hand hiding his eyes from your dad. He winks at you.

[bruhstories]

Yes, Daddy

summary: it's stepdaddy!zeke, there's no need for a summary xD pairing: stepfather!zeke x stepdaughter!reader warnings & content: stepcest, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, lots of daddy mentions, oral sex (male receiving) word count: 1.5k

a/n: danger! this is very self-indulgent, i'm so sorry

You couldn't understand why your mother wanted to get married after your father left. The two of you were perfectly fine just by yourselves. She kept yapping about how a man could offer you stability and security, but you knew better — you knew your mom just wanted to get laid, and since she was almost 50, no one sane man of her age would marry her. She looked good for her age, so it was no surprise when she finally brought home her boyfriend. What was surprising was that Zeke was twenty years younger than your mother. Hell, you were closer to his age than her — he was only nine years older than you. But you could completely understand why she fell in love with him. The man was handsome, extremely intelligent, charming and, most importantly, rich. And for some stupid reason, Zeke was dating your mother, a reason you didn't figure out yet.

Then the wedding happened, and your mother was the happiest she'd ever been. You helped pick her dress, organised the whole damn thing to the smallest detail, even tasted the cake. You were going to move out eventually, and decided your mother would feel better if she had someone around her, so you tried to be nice to your new father. Besides, after Zeke moved in with you, you found out he was a pretty cool guy. So cool, that you began to fantasise about him, touching yourself when you heard him fuck your mom through the thin walls that separated your rooms.

You can't sleep. You toss and turn in your bed, you're either too hot, too cold, too tired or too full of energy.

"Fuck." You breathe out, pushing the blanket off of you. Perhaps a glass of milk will help, and so you go downstairs, dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of knee socks. You don't expect Zeke to still be awake after the way he the bed screeched an hour ago, yet there he is, watching some documentary about monkeys.

"Can't sleep either?" You walk into the living room and he glances at you, not so subtly admiring your thighs. Maybe you should've put on some panties.

"No. I can't get used to the mattress."

"Huh." You shrug, making your way to the kitchen. "Want some milk?"

"Yes, please." Zeke nods, not taking his eyes off of you. You don't turn the lights on, you know your house like the palm of your hand, and open the fridge, bending down for the jug. The shirt isn't long enough to cover your body once you've bent, and you know that. You count on that.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"Not at all."

You hand him the glass of milk before plopping on the couch, thighs exposed to the viewing pleasure of your stepfather. Neither of you is paying any attention to the TV, but you both pretend to be immersed in the documentary. Until you become adventurous and rest your hand on his knee. He doesn't flinch.

"You've got some milk..." Zeke points at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Did I get it off?"

"No. Here, let me." He wipes the drop with his index finger. Swiftly, before he can remove his hand, you poke your tongue out, giving his finger a slow lick. He's frozen, and you take advantage of this to suck on his index, not breaking eye contact for one second.

"Thanks." You flash him a smile after removing his finger out of your mouth with a pop. You're threading on thin ice, and it's about to crack by the looks of his growing bulge.

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to suck on your stepfather's fingers like that?" Zeke's condescending tone makes you squeeze your thighs together, and he leans closer to you.

"You could've removed them from my mouth, daddy." Your hand travels from his shoulder to his chest. "Makes me think you liked it. That's not very appropriate either, is it?"

"Why, you little... slut." His calloused fingertips graze over your collarbone before snaking around your throat. You whimper at the tightness of the grip, a smile creeping on your lips. "Shh, you wouldn't want your mother to wake up, would you?" You shake your head, half-lidded eyes watching his every move. Zeke releases your throat and you already lifted your shirt. "So eager to please."

"Mmm, I wanna please you, daddy. Wanna make you feel good." Your hand is desperately trying to pull his cock out but Zeke has you pinned to the couch by your shoulders.

"Bet you've got a tight cunt." He licks his lips, imagining how you'd clench around his throbbing dick. "Bet you're also soaked."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" You take him by surprise with a kiss that's so wrong, but that feels so right. Zeke kisses you back, tongue exploring your mouth like it's uncharted territory while his hand snakes between your thighs. You're not fighting him by any means, no. In fact, you spread your legs so he can have all the access he wants, seemingly satisfied by your actions. And he's right, you're dripping for him.

"Am I wet enough for you, daddy? Bet that old hag is so dry." You don't know what possesses you to say those things, you never hated your mother. But Zeke just has that effect over you and you can't even think anymore.

"Now, now," he shoves two fingers between your folds and you throw your head back, "that's no way to speak about your mother."

"Oh, p-please, as if you give a shit about h-her!"

"Hmm, it's true. I wanted to break up with her until I met you. And I knew I had to make you mine." Zeke adds another finger, curling them up to hit your sweet spot. "I'm glad you're not as stupid as your mother."

"Shit, fuck me, please! Wanna feel your cock inside me, daddy!"

"Needy whore. Do you beg other boys like this?"

"N-no, just you! Only you!"

"Good, because starting today, you're not allowed to see other men. Not after I fuck you."

Finally, you think, finally he wants you. You bite on your lower lip when he spits on his cock, the glistening tip pushing at your entrance as you squirm and whimper. Zeke is by far the biggest man to fuck you, and you're sure you'll be sore tomorrow. Inch by inch, he bottoms out, filling a whole no one could have filled. Manicured fingernails dig into his shoulders for support because the man is so feral and aggressive, you feel the couch sliding back with every thrust. And your face — it's a sight for sore eyes, the way your lips form an O when he fucks into you, the way your eyes roll when his cock grazes over your cervix. He drinks you in, that's a fact.

"Fuck, you're sotight." Zeke grabs your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks. "Open that filthy mouth."

You obey, thinking he might kiss you, but the man merely spits into your mouth and you clench your spongy walls around his cock, swallowing before he can tell you to do it.

"Good slut." He praises you and you feel your cheeks burning, chanting his name like a prayer. "As much as I love you mewling like a bitch in heat," Zeke shoves three fingers in your mouth, "I need you to shut the fuck up."

You nod, eyes filled with lust and desire as he fucks into your poor cunt. The harder he thrusts, the more you want him, and so you buck your hips, earning a low growl from your stepfather.

"That's right, take it like the whore you are."

You want to ride him, want to scream his name, but you can't, not with your mother upstairs, but at this point, you don't even care if she hears you — all you want is the sweet release of your orgasm that's been building up for some time now. Zeke can feel your need by the way you pant and arch your back, and he decides to let you have it.

"Be a good girl and rub that clit for daddy, yeah?"

You don't waste any more time and do as you're told, frantically touching yourself, clenching your muscles before relaxing them with muffled moans. He seems satisfied by your little performance, slowly pulling his throbbing cock out of your sore, soppy cunt.

"You gonna suck and swallow, love?" He removes his fingers from your mouth, coated in your saliva, drool dripping down your chin.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You answer him eagerly, tentatively falling to your knees and without a warning, you take him into your mouth.

It doesn't take much to make Zeke come — with hollowed cheeks, you bob your head up and down, back and forth, palming his balls and swirling your tongue around his cock and he's putty in your hands. When he's close, he holds your head back so that you don't miss a single drop of his cum and, like the good stepdaughter you are, you swallow the entire load with a smile on your pretty face. Zeke mockingly pats your head and you look at him with glossy eyes.

"Same time, tomorrow?"

"Yes, daddy."

[smutsonian]

Hey,since your writing is amazing can I request a fic where Steve thinks u cheated on him (probably with Bucky) and decides to punish u with rough sex and then he finds out he was mistaken and tries to make it up to u but you weren't having it because trust in a relationship is very important.So it kinda becomes smut+angst (The juicer the better) Thank u💞

mutual trust

steve rogers x reader

summary: you tell steve that without trust, your relationship would always have problems

warnings: smut, angst, jealousy, slight crack fic, ahh that’s it? Tell me if i missed something. Not proofread.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i wrote two fics today how bout that? (I also cried to times so maybe that’s where I got the motivation and inspiration. Dont worry i cried because of a story and a movie) also, thank you nonnie!

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“You have to tell him!” Steve hears your harsh whisper just behind the door. Who were you talking to? Why were you hiding? 

 “Why me? He’s your problem!” Steve is surprised to hear his best friend’s voice. He hears Bucky grunt in defeat before a sound made Steve’s heart stop.

“Oh god! That’s so good!” He hears your familiar moans and he wouldn’t believe the voices in his head if it weren’t for Bucky’s words.

 “God, doll! I don’t regret this at all!” Bucky lets out a moan as well before grunting in satisfaction.

Steve listens to your harmonized moans before he decided that he has had enough for it. 

 He’s going to show everyone that you’re his. He’s going to show you and he’s going to show Bucky.

  “Oh god, I am so full!” You let out a cry before plopping on your belly on Bucky’s soft bed.

 “But I want more!” Bucky whines, licking the already clean spoon.

 You scoff at him before letting out a chuckle. 

 “How’d you think Sam will react after finding out that his tub of oh-so-delicious ice cream is gone?” You turn on your back before leaning on your elbows to look at Bucky.

 “He’s probably going to lose it. He’s a very dramatic guy.” Bucky rolls his eyes at the thought before sighing at your next words.

 “Well, too bad that you’ll be the one telling him.” You quickly stand, heading towards his door.

 “Doll, that’s unfair!” He whines once more.

 “Huh? Sorry, can’t hear ya! Gonna go to my lovely boyfriend now. See ya!” You quickly shut his door before prancing towards your shared room with Steve, your lovely boyfriend.

  “Hey, Steviee…” You quickly walk towards your boyfriend before wrapping your hand around his neck and standing on your tippy-toes to place on his lips. He would usually return it with a kiss on your nose but what he did surprised you.

 His giant hand makes its way towards your neck and the next thing you know, you’re harshly pinned against the wall that Steve’s been staring at for hours.

 “S-Stevie?” Steve’s jaw clenches at the way your innocent eyes stared at him. He should’ve known that other men would want a piece of his girl. She’s too enchanting to be ignored.

 “You’re mine. You remember that, okay?” Steve asks, voice threatening but his frown softens a little when you nod at him.

 “Good girl…” He whispers before slamming his lips on yours, tongue forcing their way into you and lapping at your helpless tongue.

 “You belong to me as much as I belong to you, I know you know that…” He grins when you start whimpering against his lips. The hand on your neck tightens slightly while his other hand finds its way up to your skirt and under your soaking panties.

 “Ahh… Is this for me?” Steve asks. 

 “This is for me, right? Not for someone else?” His voice becomes harsher and he forcefully inserts a finger and then another, prying answers from you. He needed you to assure him. He needed to know that you’re wet for him and not his best friend.

 “Y-yes, Stevie! Only you!” Your eyes roll at the sensation of Steve’s fingers and before you could even find release, his hand was pulled out of you.

 “W-What?” You yelp when you’re harshly turned, your chest pressing against the wall while Steve’s hand is now on the back of your neck while the other is rashly pulling his pants off.

 “Want you to feel all of me…” He whispers and before you know it, his cock is piercing through you without end until his full length is inside of you. Your body is trembling but Steve’s body is holding you up against the wall so you wouldn’t fall.

 “You feel me, baby? You feel me deep inside you?” His hand snakes toward your stomach, whimpering and moaning when he pushes on it to feel himself against your skin.

 “So good for me, baby… So perfect for me…” He whispers beside your ear before placing a kiss on your neck and sucking on it like his life depended on it.

 “STEVE!” You scream as he started thrusting into you harshly, making your toes curl in ecstasy. 

 “Oh my god, YES!” Your body continues to rub the wall as he continues to pistol into you but you didn’t care because right now, Steve is making you feel so good. He’s owning you and you’re liking it. He’s never usually rough but now… Now that you’ve tasted it, you didn’t know if you wanted soft Stevie back.

“You’re going to cum for me?” The hand on the nape of your neck snakes to the front so he was pulling your body against his while his other finds your clit, encouraging you to cum around his cock.

 “I can feel your greedy pussy pulsing around my cock, baby. Come on… Cum for me, baby… Milk my fucking cock…” He ruts into you a few more times before you’re crying out loud… and he’s crying out loud… You’re pretty sure that everyone in the compound can hear you but you didn’t care.

 You’re too busy feeling Steve’s liquid filling your stomach.

 “You’re mine, baby… He’ll see. Everyone will see…” He presses a kiss on your forehead as your hooded and tired eyes fluttered shut. He catches you when you pass out, your body limp in his arms as he carried you to bed. Washing you with care as if you’re the most important thing in the world. 

  You wake up feeling sore down there and on your neck but the memories of last night made you smile. Steve really just did that.

 But then you remember Sam’s ice cream and suddenly the smile left your face but a devious one replaces it. What drama will Sam put on now? 

 Feeling a little bad for letting Bucky tell Sam alone, you quickly cleaned yourself up before power walking towards the kitchen where they would probably eating breakfast.

 Your heart started thudding louder at the grunts and the sound of punches being thrown. Sam must’ve been really wanting to eat that ice cream for him to attack Bucky…

 But when you reached the kitchen, it was a scene that you didn’t expect to see. Sam was holding Steve back from getting another blow onto Bucky’s bloody face.

 “S-Stevie?” Your voice makes Steve turn his attention from Bucky to you. His glare turns into a smirk before he shrugs Sam off. He walks towards you before kissing you the same way he did last night. With possession. 

 “Stevie… What’s wrong?” You whisper after pulling away from him.

 He wraps an arm around you before pulling you closer to him. He fixes your hair so the marks he left last night is in full view for anyone, more importantly, for Bucky.

 Bucky scoffs before shaking his head at Steve.

 “You’ve got it all wrong, punk. You have to start listening before things start to get messy for you. You’re starting something you don’t wanna start--”

 “And what is that. Bucky?! You’re the one starting shit here. You’re touching something that’s not yours!”

 “For fuck’s sake, Steve! I’m not fucking your girl!” Bucky’s words made the room quiet, only Steve’s heavy breathing could be heard.

 “W-what are you talking about? Bucky? Steve?” You look at Bucky and Steve in confusion.

 “Steve’s saying that I’m making you cheat on him,” Bucky said with a glare towards his best friend.

 “Wh-Why would you think that, Steve?” Steve’s heart skips a beat at the lack of his nickname on your words.

 “I heard everything yesterday. Y-You… He was moaning in his room with you...” Steve explained and was answered by Bucky’s unamused laugh.

 “Oh, right! We were moaning about how good Sam’s ice cream was. We were deciding who’s going to tell Sam but I guess that’s out of our worries now, ain’t it, doll?” Bucky gives you a faux smile before turning back to a surprised Steve.

 “Wait… You ate my…” Sam opened the fridge and it looked like he was about to say something but he shook his head. 

 “Not the time, Sam… This is not the time…” He tells himself before looking back at the three of you.

 “Well, it’s all just a misunderstanding… We can all just forget about it and--” He was cut off by your big movements. You pried Steve’s arm away from you as you stepped back with a look on your face. Whatever it was, Steve didn’t like it.

 “Y-you think I’m cheating on you? But you just… Last night…” Your eyes widened in realization and Steve shook his head immediately, knowing what you’re thinking.

 “I can’t believe you! W-What were you trying to accomplish, Steve?! You did all that just to prove a point?! And there I thought you were actually doing it for me, you asshole!” You cried before turning towards Bucky. 

 “I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. I didn’t know that I wasn’t allowed to enjoy some time with my friends.” You sob before turning towards Sam.

 “I’ll replace your ice cream, Sam… I’m sorry as well…” The guys watch as you let out a tired sigh while Steve tried to reach for you.

 “Baby… It’s not like that! I-I did it for you! For us!” Steve pulled you into a hug, refusing to let you go. Refusing to let you walk out of his life.

 Sam gave Bucky a look and then they walked out of the kitchen, giving you and Steve some privacy.

 “You don’t trust me enough that you’d think I’d cheat on you?” Your voice was broken and Steve’s heart couldn��t bear it.

 “No! I mean, yes… I trust you, baby! I just don’t trust Bucky with you! I don’t trust anyone with you! People would do anything to take you away from me and, and--”

 “And you don’t trust me enough that you think that I’ll let them take me away from you? Do I make you feel like that? Am I doing things that make you think that I’ll do that to you?” You cry as he shakes his head.

 “No, baby… It’s just me being… me. I’m being ridiculous, I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for being an asshole. Please, forgive me.”

 “You don’t trust me, Steve. There will always be a problem if you don’t trust me, Steve….” Your voice started to become dismissive and it scared Steve endlessly.

 “I-I know… I know, baby… I’ll be better. Please. I trust you. I fucking do! I’m just scared, okay? I don’t want anyone taking you away from me. It’s not just Bucky, okay… That was a mistake. I know you two would never do anything like that. There’s just always a threat when I’m around and I don’t trust myself to be able to protect you all the time. I love you too much and I can’t afford to lose you, okay? Baby, I fucking love you too much…” He starts to cry as well, his hold on you becoming tighter and desperate.

 “You have to start trusting me, Steve… I know what I’m getting into and I won’t let anything happen to me, to you, or to anyone else here. You have to start trusting me, Stevie. If we want this to work, you’ll have to trust me…”

 Steve eagerly nodded, his chin hitting your head slightly, finally glad to hear that nickname again.

 “I promise. I fucking promise. I’m sorry for being a fucking asshole. There’s no excuse and I will forever be making up for it.” He pulls away to look at your face, slightly feeling better at the now loving look on your face.

 “I’m just hoping that you trust me enough to give me a second chance…” He tilts his head to the side, smiling sadly yet cheekily at you.

 “That’s the thing, Stevie…” You sighed exasperatedly as you looked down at the floor.

 Steve’s heart shattered at the action. Were you going to deny him? Leave him?

 His heart stopped when you turn to look at him with a teasing smile.

 “I’ve always trusted you. Until now, I trust you with my life and my heart but please… For the love of Sam’s delicious ice creams…. Would you please just trust me? Trust your friends… Not everyone is out to do you wrong, Stevie…” You smile at him before letting him pull you back in his arms, your arms wrapping around his big frame.

 “Thank you. And do trust you, baby. I promise to not be a coward anymore…” He chuckles before kissing the top of your head, whispering endless thanks for taking him back.

 “You won’t regret it…” Steve whispered.

 “Yeah, but she’ll regret eating my ice cream!” Sam’s voice was heard followed by an ‘ow’ when Bucky slaps his head.

 “Glad to have you back, punk.” He grins at Steve as Steve smiles at him apologetically. 

 “Sorry…” Steve whispers as they too shared a hug.

 “Just treat your girl right, punk.” Bucky smiles at Steve then at you.

 “I will,” Steve replied assuringly before pulling you closer to him. He’ll do anything and everything for you.

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[remember-to-be-gentle]

Subject: BNHA, Dabi aka Touya Todoroki

Title: House Party Bully 4 (NSFW, fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Non con, pregnancy, (accidentally) induced labor, drinking, smoking (weed), obsession, possessive behavior, forced marriage, dick piercings, family trauma, voyeurism, drunk kisses, jealousy

“Avoid,” Touya said slowly, finally, “the others when you can.” It was obvious advice, especially after what his siblings had done to you, but you just nodded and laid on his bed. He glanced at you and sat down beside you. For a moment, you thought he’d rub your back or pet your hair, but he pushed you onto your side, forcing you to face away from him. “Laying on your side is better for the baby.” 

Right. Even if Touya was, arguably, better than the rest of his family, he was just like them: only after the fetus growing inside you and the things that came with it. Milk, whatever prestige fucked up rich families like these got with grandkids, and ownership over you. 

“I’ll get a job,” Touya added suddenly, “a good one, then we can move out.” 

We. The word felt like an umbilical cord around your throat, connecting you to him and the baby you didn’t want. You were choking. But you needed him. Just as much as he wanted you to need him. “Don’t worry about moving out,” you mumbled into his sheets, “I’m sure your father wouldn’t let us.” 

Touya twitched beside you. He seemed to be thinking because he was quiet for a long moment. The mattress caved closer to you. “Hey,” he said, voice soft, “you didn’t like my dad better, right?” 

Something cold washed down your body. Every muscle from your head to your toes froze and curled in on themselves. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You felt him roll over, his back nearly pressed against yours, heat soaking through your shirt with unwanted comfort. He was silent for a moment, like he’d rather drop the subject, but then pushed on to say, “You didn’t like him better when he fucked you, did you?” 

With as much ice as you could muster you replied, “I didn’t like it when either of you assaulted me.” 

That seemed to rile Touya up because the bed shook with the weight of him leaping off it. He grabbed your arm, forced you onto your back, his grip bruising. “I didn’t assault you!”

“Then what would you prefer to call it Touya?” You glared at him, the ice in your body replaced with insufferable heat. “Rape? Teaching a rat a lesson?” 

He backed off at that. “No, it was...” He bit his lip. “Forget it.” 

He made for the door and your rage washed away with panic. “Where are you going?” You may have hated him, but you needed him to keep the hungry mouths of his siblings off you. 

Touya stopped in the doorway and sighed. “I’m going out. The others won’t bother you if you stay in here.” He started to close the door behind him and stopped, one cerulean eye locking onto you. “If you need anything, you can call me.” 

You wanted to say something back, something biting and cruel, but the ugly truth was that he’d saved you and you needed him. Your throat was tight when you said, “Okay.” 

The door shut. 

You laid back on your side. How did Touya bullying you turn into this? You were both just college students and suddenly you’d been roped into his fucked up family and forced to have his fucked up baby. There was a little him inside you. The thought made you sick to your stomach, but you laid there and held onto the sheets that smelled like your captor. The safest Todoroki. What an ironic thought. It was like calling him the least poisonous snake: regardless of which one sunk their teeth into you, you weren't coming out unscathed.

At some point you must have fallen asleep because you were startled awake by your phone ringing. You were too groggy to check the ID and answered. “Hello?” Your voice was weak from disuse. 

“Did I wake you?” Ice ate your bones when you heard the voice. Deep baritone and stone cold. Enji Todoroki continued, “Sorry. I managed to pull some strings with a friend of mine to keep this quiet. Long story short,” he paused, “welcome to the family Mrs. Todoroki.” 

Every word, every reaction, every thought vanished into a vacuum, a vacuum named shock. He’d done it. Any hope of escape after the baby was born vanished just like that. You were branded with his name just as your body would never be the same after it delivered his baby. You couldn’t even muster up the strength to hang up the phone. 

“Rei and I,” Enji continued as if he hadn’t just destroyed your future, “are on our way home now. I’ve got another doctor’s appointment scheduled tomorrow.” 

You didn’t reply.

“We’ll able to find out the gender of the baby,” he said, “Rei’s eager to know but Touya might prefer the surprise. Do you have a preference?”

The blank space that held your feelings erupted. Your preference? Now he cared about your fucking preference? Fuck no. Fuck that. You screamed and hung up, throwing your phone across the room into a pile of dirty laundry. You wanted to punch Enji in his stupid face. You wanted to kick Touya in his breeding balls. You wanted to... You screamed again and this time tears streamed down your face. Defiance leaked out of you with every sob. You were trapped. 

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For the next four and a half months it felt like Enji was keep you away from Touya. He dragged you from appointment to appointment, insisting you stay in your room. Thankfully the other three hadn't so much as knocked on your door, but that didn't ease your anxiety in the slightest.

As your belly grew rounder it became harder to attend classes without people gossiping, especially with Enji by your side. When you couldn't fit into your desk one day it hit you that you'd have to balance Touya, school, and a needy baby. Suddenly you weren't so sure you wanted to attend classes in person.

It didn't help when you could feel it, yes it because Enji had decided to withhold the baby's gender, kicking inside you. It hurt. It was like being bullied by Touya all over again. The thought made you want to cry, but you were in class and simply bit your lip. The baby kept kicking.

After you got home from school, there was a note on the kitchen counter. "Out of town for Shouto's jujutsu match. Back Monday - Enji." The house was empty. You had the Todoroki manor to yourself. Was this your chance to run, while they were all gone?

But the front door opened. Touya stumbled in with his friends behind him. He looked at you, snarled, and walked away.

Toga smiled at you. "We're having a party tonight, feel free to come and bring your friend, too!" She pointed at your swollen belly and giggled following Touya.

Shigaraki and Spinner barely nodded at you. Twice gave you a thumbs up.

So this was how Touya got away with his parties.

But still the party could be your escape. A million cars on the lawn and—

You doubled over grabbing the counter to hold yourself steady. Throbbing pain burst around belly button as the tiny Todoroki inside you reminded you of it's presence. The baby could come any day. And then where would you go? Even if you ran you'd be alone, almost due, without any of your things: including the funds needed to simply give birth. No wonder Enji was comfortable taking off: you didn't have another option to leave without endangering yourself or the baby. Fuck.

Grabbing a snack you went back to your room and went to sleep.

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Pounding base ripped you from your dreams. Each vibration traveling down your body and making every cell electrify. A familiar headache formed behind your eyes. This was just like the party nine months ago, disorienting and loud and fuck... The base was making you sick. This needed to stop. Touya. You needed to find Touya.

Quickly you pulled out your phone and called the number that felt like signing away your soul to the devil. It rang and rang and rang. Nothing. Shit. At least you knew where Touya would be. He could stop this.

You made for the door, wobbling and waddling with that cursed ten pound weight on your stomach. Nausea made it hard to focus on where you were. You wanted to vomit. You used the walls to help keep yourself upright as you descended into the bass, cringing when it started pumping louder.

Just gotta get to the study, you thought, that's where Touya always was with his friends.

Even thought you'd lived here for what felt like the better part of your pregnancy, you hadn't had the freedom to walk around alone. It was so big and twisted and confusing, especially since you could barely move. But you could also remember when Touya dragged you to his room, the smell of liquor on his breath and weed in his clothes.

He'd been terrifying then. An unknowable monster that plagued your school life. Now, he was still a monster, but one you were beginning to understand—no matter how much you didn't want to.

You understood that Touya was a result of his toxic family. You understood that Touya would likely never have normal romantic relationships. You understood that you were now parts of both these things. You understood that none of this was your fault and you didn't deserve any of it. And nothing would change in understanding your situation.

You pressed on, breathing hard, and stopped. God you wanted to sit and sleep, but the bass was an ache in your bones that kept biting you awake. You didn't have the energy for this. You checked where you were and nearly sobbed. Big chocolate doors with ornate handles. The study.

You burst through the doors. The smell of weed hit you before anything, making you double over coughing. Enji’s study was exactly how you remembered it, though the potent smell of weed this time was far worse. It was like your body couldn’t handle even the thought of it, your stomach churning, bile lapping at your esophagus. Voices fluttered through the room overlapping and swelling until you could pull out Touya's, talking excitedly. He cut himself and then started again, "There she is." His words were slurred, messy. He’d been drinking. 

He whipped around, nearly falling over his legs to get to you. A hiccup raked up his body and he burst into giggles. “She’s here,” he said again, “she came all the way down here to see me. Are you enjoying the party, babe?” Touya wrapped you in a foul smelling hug, burying his face in your hair. 

Despite how uncomfortable you were, you couldn’t help noticing how he seemed to be avoiding your bloated stomach. “Turn off the music,” you said, “its giving me a headache.” 

“But the party,” Touya whined in your ear. 

“You and your friends can smoke and drink, I don’t care, but the music has to stop. Its driving me crazy.” 

Whatever happy attitude Touya wore vanished. He dropped his arms from around you leaving you cold. “Its driving you crazy?” He backed you up against the wall, his face inches from yours, a snarl across his mouth. “Do you have any idea how I’ve felt? I’m the one who knocked you up and I barely even see you. We live in the same fucking house! You belong to me and yet you let Fuyu and Natsu suck on your tits like it was their baby inside you.” His blue eyes were fire, boring into you. “The baby isn’t dad’s or my siblings. Its mine,” his fire died out in a moment, head hanging low, the tips of his hair tickling your nose, “even if I didn’t want it.” 

Your mouth fell open. This was his scheme, his plan, to knock you up, keep you at his side and he didn’t even want it? “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Tears exploded out of your eyes, your nose swelling. “You took my freedom, my life, and you didn’t even want it?” Your voice broke into a shriek, “You bullied me every fucking day because you have a fucking crush on me and—and—.” You burst into sobs, whatever thoughts you had died on your tongue. 

Touya stared at you, his eyebrows narrowed. You thought he was going to yell at you, tell you it was your fault for making him like you in the first place. “You know,” his voice was rough, deep, “I always liked it when you yelled at me.” And then his mouth was on yours, teeth against teeth and tongue sloppily trying to enter your mouth. 

You tried to push him off, anger flaring in your chest like a wildfire, but Touya was bigger and stronger. Even drunk and high he was powerful. Another reminder of the night he’d assaulted you. Another reminder that the Todorokis could lord over you however they pleased. 

One of his friends started laughing. “I’ve never seen Touya get this worked up,” it sounded like Spinner, “wonder how far he’ll go.” 

Touya pulled back, spit connecting your mouths. His chest heaved and so did yours as you both took in oxygen. He turned around, smiled. “You just want to see my dick.” 

The others laughed in that way stoners did when they weren’t sure what was happening but they were still enjoying themselves. “C’mon,” Shigaraki laughed, “whip it out, Toga said you got a new piercing.” 

“Gotta get hard first,” Touya laughed. He dragged you to the automan and pushed you onto your back, your head just a foot from where the others sat smoking. The smile on his face vanished when your shirt rode up over your swollen stomach, your belly button flat against the stretched out skin. Slowly he put his hand on your stomach, feeling how taut it was and froze when the baby kicked. 

He met your eyes. “I—.”

“C’mon Touya,” Toga groaned, her mouth stretched into a hungry smile, “show us how you knocked her up.” They all laughed at that. Of all of them, you would have thought that Toga would be on your side, at least telling them off, but she seemed just as into your torture as the rest of them. 

Touya snapped out of whatever thought he was in, smiling that doped out smile again. He wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked into your clothed cunt. 

A high pitched shriek left your mouth. It was just humping and yet your body was reacting to it like Touya had just pinched your clit. The fiery rage inside you turned into a different type of heat. “Please,” you grabbed Touya’s shirt, “don’t do this.” 

He kissed your cheek. “I’m just giving my friends a show,” he smiled cruelly, “rat.” He bucked again and this time you bit your tongue to keep from crying out. "Ah-ah," Touya whined, "you're not allowed to hold back. We're putting on a show." He dug his tongue into your mouth again, careful to make sure you had nothing to hold back your cries except for him.

He roughly bucked against you again, his flat stomach rubbing over your swollen one. His friends cooed and cawed as he humped you through your clothes, his cock growing stiff and swollen in his pants. Touya grunted into your mouth and then pulled off gasping. "Fuck, I want to be inside." He stepped away, clawing at his pants to free himself. 

You tried to get up, run away, but his friends pinned you down, held you for him. 

Touya didn’t seem to notice the assist, too distracted trying to unhook one of the piercings from his zipper. When he finally managed to free himself, you saw the prince albert piercing you’d felt the first time and new ones along the bottom. Near the base of his cock was the beginnings of a jacob’s ladder. 

He crossed back over to you and yanked off your pants with your panties following close behind. He stared at your exposed entrance, a soft drunk giggle escaping his lips. “I don’t think I got a good enough look at this last time.” He kissed your clit and just as quickly bit into it making you shriek. “God,” he groaned, “you’re pretty.” He aligned himself with your entrance and pushed in. 

A hiss left his mouth, his hands gripping the automan tightly. “Fuuuuuuuck, you weren’t this tight last time.” 

“Last time,” your voice nearly broke, “I wasn’t heavily pregnant.” 

He smirked at you, “That must be the secret to good sex then.” Touya didn't wait for you to adjust, sliding all the way out and back in, his piercings dragging roughly against your walls. A low groan rippled out of his throat. He hunkered down above you, practically tucking himself into you with his head buried in your neck and stomach against yours. He kept up that rough pace as his friends smoked and laughed. 

You winched when the baby started kicking again. 

Touya froze. He’d felt it, too. He lifted himself up, keeping his cock firmly inside you, and ran his hands over your belly. You couldn’t decipher the look on his face. “Hey, calm down,” he said, “Daddy’s right here, there’s no need to freak out. Don’t be so selfish with Mommy’s cunt.” 

He started up his rhythm again, rougher and deeper. You shrieked when he hit your cervix and then did it again, taking your cries as encouragement. “Stop it,” you begged, pulling at his shirt, “don’t do that you’re gonna—.”

“Gonna make you cum,” Touya chuckled as if he’d finished your sentence for you. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, practically shoving your already impregnated form into a mating press. Each thrust had your heavy belly bouncing, your swollen tits leaking, your throat raw from crying. It should have been uncomfortable and terrible but the ugly truth was Touya knew how to fuck you well, from the first time he’d assaulted you to now, he felt good. 

He was better than his father. 

Touya growled as he started pumping faster, ramming your cervix harder and harder until—

You screamed. This wasn’t you cumming, this was something different, something old and terrible that had your entire body shaking and flexing at once. Hot fluid poured out of you and onto the automan, splashing the front of Touya’s jeans and shirt. 

He froze, that careless smile wiped away in less than a second. “What was that?”

“Holy shit,” Shigaraki muttered, “I think you broke her water.” And then he burst into laughter. Everyone was laughing, everyone except you and Touya. 

“No,” he whined, “nonononononono. Please don’t, no.” He pulled out of you and tried to cover your entrance but it wasn’t done leaking. “I’m not ready for a baby. I’m not ready to be a father. I don’t want... I didn’t...” He locked eyes with you, fear coloring the blue color of his eyes. Of every expression you’d seen him wear, fear was not one of them: until now. He looked at you like you could do something about it, like you could just hold it in and wait until tomorrow, but the baby was coming and it hurt. 

You screamed again and the stoners stopped laughing. 

“Bro,” Toga said, “I think she’s actually, like, y’know.” 

Touya collapsed on his hands and knees, tears flowing down his face. His chest caved and expanded as he panted. “No,” he kept crying. He crawled across the floor to his phone, quickly opening it and dialing a number. You could barely hear the exchange over your pain, a deep and terrible tearing, but you did hear Touya say, “I didn’t mean to. Dad, please, help me.”

You don’t know how long you laid there curled on your side, sobbing in pain, but the study doors burst open, Enji reeking of cold night air in just a button down and slacks. He looked between you and Touya, sighed, and scooped you off the automan. “We’re going to the hospital, you’re gonna be fine.” 

You did not feel like you’d be fine. 

Touya had sloppily redressed himself, still crying. He followed Enji out into the car. He climbed into the passenger seat while Enji buckled you up in the back. You grit your teeth to keep from screaming again. 

Enji shook the car as he climbed into the driver’s seat and peeled away from the Todoroki mansion. “I warned you,” he growled at his son, “that you needed to be delicate with her and what did you do? You tried to fuck her to impress your friends.”

“I’m sorry,” Touya sobbed. 

“You could have given her, or your baby an infection or worse,” he growled, “don’t do it again next time.”

You tried not to think about that last comment. 

The hospital was quick and efficient, taking you into the delivery room. Your mind was blank as they talked about contractions and potential complications. And then you were holding someone’s hand and screaming like you’d never screamed before, in more pain than you’d ever experienced in your life, for more hours than you thought possible in a day. 

When it was done, a nurse dumped your newborn on your chest, a tiny little lump of flesh so red he matched his hair. His father’s hair. His grandfather’s hair. A baby boy. A nurse said something about a name but all you could do was lay there and watch as the baby opened his cerulean eyes and began to wail.

[dragon-kazansky]

Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

Huge thank you to @rumblelibrary for helping me with the menu 😌💕 I've put a little surprise in this chapter for your hard work!

This chapter is shorter than the others. The next one is the finale. We are coming to the end :(

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Part 13

The sign had been repainted. You looked up at the way the sun was bouncing off the gold lettering. It made you smile.

Escorpión Morado.

Officially your favourite place on Earth. The place where you had tried the best Spanish food ever. The place that felt like home with it's welcoming atmosphere. The place you fell in love with a handsome chef.

Helmut stepped outside and smiled at you. You smiled back at him.

"What do you think?"

"I love it," he says.

"You didn't even look at it."

"I don't need to look to know it's perfect and I love it."

He snakes his arm around you and pulls you into his side. You chuckle softly as you both stand outside the restaurant.

The outside furniture had been updated, the menu was arriving this afternoon, and all the invitations had been sent out.

All that was left to do was open on Friday.

Helmut kisses your temple.

"The new menu is here."

You smile at him.

"Show me!"

He takes your hand in his and takes you inside. Over on the bar, the new menus were left sitting. You walked over, leaning into Zemo's embrace as his arm wraps around you again, and pick one up.

You smile.

The design was simple. The menus were white with purple and gold detailed around the edges. The food lists in neat text, each section clear and easy to read.

Menu Escorpiòn Morado

Starters

- Prawn marinated with rice and vinegar

- Croquetas with cuttlefish with alioli sauce

- Andalusian style squids

- Marinated white tuna with strawberries

- Fish salad (cod fish with prawns and vegetables)

- Tortilla of the day

- Patatas bravos (potatoes with spicy sauce)

- Pimientos de Padron (green peppers with spicy or mild sauce)

- Gazpacho

Main course

- Soup of the day

- Fideuà with fish of the day

- Paella (Zemo family style)

- Fish of the day with Patxaran and purple corn

- Monkfish with rhubarb and lilies

- Pigeon with nuts and armagnac served with aromas a vegetables

Desserts

- Catalan Cream

- Arroz con leche

- Milk Caramel

- Tarta De Santiago (Spanish almond cake)

- Sorbets

You gaze up at Helmut with a soft smile. He's waiting expectantly for your opinion.

"Helmut, this is amazing."

"Yes?"

"Yes! Goodness, I'd sit here and try everything if I could."

"Well, come right this way."

Helmut guides you into the kitchen. Sam, James, Wanda, and Natasha are all in there with some of the new kitchen staff. You had hired some talented chefs, though not quite as talented as your own, to help Zemo out in the kitchen when the plays reopens.

On the counter were plates. One of everything.

"I have made a sample of everything on the new menu. I want you all to try them, and be honest with me."

Everyone digs in.

You try everything. There isn't a single thing presented to you that you don't instantly love. You look up at Helmut to see his eyes on you.

You smile.

"I love everything."

He chuckles and comes to stand beside you again, wrapping you up in his arms.

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do. You're an incredible chef. It's one of the things I fell in love with about you."

He kisses you, ignoring the soft sounds of complaints from those around you. He turns to the group and tells them to hush.

Another figure walks into the kitchen.

"Ah, Y/N, this is Veronica. I thought, perhaps, you two would like to co-host out front."

You smile at Helmut.

Veronica holds out her hand and you shake it, greeting each other.

"What's left to do?" You ask, looking around the room.

"Just the bar and then we have to prepare for Friday."

"Speaking of the bar," Sam slides up beside you and hands you a menu, much like the first one, only this was a list of drinks.

Drinks (non alcoholic)

- Horchata (nut milk with cinnamon)

- Coffee with a splash of cream milk

- Granizado (fresh drink for summer, mixed fruits with ice crushed together, most commonly made with lemon)

- Lemon Beer

- Hibiscus Lemonade

Drinks (with alcohol)

- Vermouth

- Rebujito (sherry with a soft drink such as Sprite)

- Cava (Spanish champagne)

- Agua de Valencia (drink with vodka, gin, cava and orange juice)

- Morado de Verano (Escorpión Morado signature drink)

"Brilliant!" You grin at him. Sam smiles and takes the menu back, happy you liked what he put together.

You look around the kitchen and smile.

"I can't thank everyone enough for what you have all done. It means the world to me that you're all here helping me salvage something so important to someone so important," you say, glancing at Zemo. He smiles. "We don't have long. Chefs, you'll be expected to be here first thing Friday morning. Helmut will give you all the details then. Sam, James, you two will be on the bar, but give a shout of you need extra hands, Natasha knows a thing or two. Veronica and I will greet everyone as they come in and make sure they are seated. Wanda, will be head waitress that day, I'll introduce you to the others when they arrive."

Wanda nods.

"Friday is a big day. We have to show Sokovia that its5the little businesses that need the moat support. Not everyone is made of money like Tony Stark."

Everyone nods and mutters in agreement.

"You're all dismissed. Help yourself to the rest of the samples."

Helmut presses a kiss to your temple when you finish and guides you back out front. Your four other friends follow out.

"This is it."

Helmut comes to stand in front of you. He places his hands on your shoulders and looks you in the eyes.

"Thank you for everything."

You smile.

"I'm happy to help. This place became so important to me. You became so important to me."

He smiles back at you.

"The restaurant is important, but not more so than you," he tells you.

You tuck a strand of hair that fell out of place back to where it belongs. He tilts his head into your light touch and smiles softly once more.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yes. Are you?"

"Yes."

Back at The Iron Grill Tony Stark was staring at his invitation. Heike and Pepper were present, just watching him. Strange was there too, but he was busy on his phone reading the updated online menu for the Escorpión Morado.

"Are we going?" Pepper asks.

He looks up at her, letting out a breath. He looks impassive as he turns the card back and forth between his fingers.

"Yes, we're going. We've been invited. We should follow up on it."

Pepper nods.

"All of us?" Heike asks.

"All of us."

You two brought guests, so he should too.

"What are you going to do?" He asks Heike.

She sighs.

"Talk to him. Change his mind."

Stark stands up from where he had been comfortably seated and looks at her.

"Make him sign."

She nods.

He looks over at Strange.

"Well?"

"It's a very good menu. Much more exciting than your own, actually."

Tony Stark grits his teeth in silence.

Friday. On Friday he will stomp all over Zemo's restaurant. People will see that only Tony Stark can bring life to this miserable city.

"I won't lose."

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Head-Cannons for Jealous Kageyama, Suga, Iwaizumi, & Bokuto

request: hi! May I request hc's of iwazumi, bokuto, mattsun, suga, and kageyama on how they act when they're jealous? I couldn't find a character limit in your rules so feel free to do however many you like :) Have a good one lovely human <3

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Hi honey! So I didn’t write it but I'm going to be doing four per head-cannon! thank you for requesting! <3 These are gender neutral/no pronouns so I hope that’s ok, hope you enjoy! Also to everyone, requests are open!

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~Kageyama~

✰ you’ve been in class all day and finally the bell rings and its lunch

✰ you and a friend are sitting, talking about homework, eating, as one does during lunch. You normally sit with him because kags always plays volleyball during break, surprised? no.

✰ all sweet Kags wanted to do this lunch was to sit with his baby!!!

✰ he sees you sitting real close to this other guy, and what does his awkward ass do? FUCKING STARES AT YOU, clown to clown communication going on right here

✰ anyone coming into the cafeteria just sees him blocking the path with the smoke whirling around his head

✰ you finally turn around after feeling two burning holes in the back of your head and see him glancing between you and your friend

✰ dummy realizes you noticed him and turns bright red in embarrassment after noticing he has been staring at you for at least half the lunch period and he sprints

✰ this man ZOOOOOMS out of that room

✰ you, being the caring s/o you are, run after him to the best of your abilities, all the way to the vending machine

✰ by the time you get there, he’s already sipping on two milks, pouting, and bright red, poor thing

✰ you make eye contact with him as you sit down, him turning away to face a wall instead

✰ you poke his stomach and sides to get his attention, fully aware of how ticklish he is there

✰ “Y/N PLEASE!” he grits out in between fits of laughter

✰  “Why did you run out then?” you say as you cease your attack, snaking your arms around his waist

✰ his body relaxes into yours and returns the hug, he buries his face into the top of your head as he mumbles

✰ “I know you know I can't hear you,” 

✰ he grunts back in response and mumbles again, just loud enough that you can hear that one, specific, word

✰ “YOU WERE JEALOUS!!!!!!” you scream so loud he jumps back a little

✰ he burrows his head into your neck in an attempt to hide from you, not the best play he could have made, but there was an attempt, he tried

✰ you move one hand to pat his head and the other stays on his back, “Kags, I don’t know why you would be jealous, I’m just friends with (Friends/N), I don’t like him like that, ok?”

✰ he straightens up and looks at you dead in the eyes, to anyone else he looks normal, but there's a little smile on his face that looks a little less creepier than usual

✰ he grabs you tight and you can hear the bell in the background, but you both ignore it and stay like that for a little longer

~Suga~

✰ everyone pretends that this man is the chillest, sweetest, calmest character in this show

✰ hell no

✰ he has as much crackhead energy radiating through his body as is possible without being a crackhead

✰ the two of you are at one of karasuno's practice matches against nekoma, and they have been trying that play with nishinoya as setter, and a few other ideas the coach came up with

✰ during a break between on of the games (which to your displeasure, have gone on forever, but you love seeing Suga play so you don't really mind) you decide to pull out your chemistry homework

✰ “why, and who made chemistry,” you say to yourself “I just want to have a little talk.”

✰ “Well I wouldn’t say a specific person invented it, but Robert Boyle is considered the first modern chemist,” you look to your left and see a tall nekoma player with bed hair

✰ you arch a brow, and get back to ‘working’, if you could call it that

✰ he sits next to you and offers a smirk and says, “Im Kuroo Tetsuro, if you want I can help with your homework if you want,”

✰ your nose scrunches up and you turn away from him

✰ “Don’t be sodium chloride,” he says as he scoots a little closer, but as he does that, you can feel the other side of you warm a little

✰ in the corner of your eye before you look to see what sat next to you, you see Suga, his eyes glaring straight at the rooster boy

✰ he drapes his arms on your shoulders and sets his head on yours and looks directly as kuroo, cold as ice, he tells him “She is fine, I can help her,” 

✰ the smile on his face does nothing to hide the fact that he’s not messing around 

✰ you pull him off of you to face him, giving him a little shove before telling him off,

✰ “I had it covered, it’s not like I was going to say yes, even though I probably need the help…”

✰ he raises his eyebrows at you, “I can help you, no problem!” he says sweetly, as if you both aren’t getting the same grades

✰ the next game is starting, signaled by the freak already on the court in their positions and the whistle blowing you give Suga a kiss on the cheek and tell him to go

✰ he smirks at you, and from then on in the match, whenever he spiked a ball, set a good toss, or dug anything, he looked to kuroo and directly pointed to where you sat

~Hajime Iwaizumi, (27), Athletic trainer~

✰ I don't even know what to do for this dude, no wait haha jk

✰ Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and you have been best friends for forever

✰ you guys are so close, sleepovers since you were little, you even made them an entire meal and movie night on the day they lost, lots of wet tissues and tear soaked blankets

✰ when you and Iwaizumi finally got together after year of pining after each other, nobody was more excited than Oikawa, nobody 

✰ now, you three are having a sleepover to celebrate being done with midterms and you made a big pillow fort to watch your favorite movie in, with popcorn and chocolate and all of that

 ✰ it's dark except for the light from computer screen, you can barely make out the faces to your right and left, and it's so late, you forgot who was on which side

✰ it's hard for you to fall asleep without Iwa anymore, so you grab the arm to your left and lift it up and snuggle into the warmth of who you thought was your boyfriend

✰ because you all are so close, Oikawa didn’t think twice about wrapping his arms around you, forgetting that Iwa was even there

✰ your boyfriend started to get red in the face, “Oikawa,” he warned, trying to make his best friend back off without making a scene

✰ Oikawa looks to him confused, “Chill out Iwa-chan! I know it's not godzilla but it's not that bad”

✰ Iwaizumi would have left it at that, but when you turned around and hooked your leg onto your current human pillow? Ohohoho, its over

✰ he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder, wrecking the little tent you made and leaving the third wheel of the trio in the rubble

✰ you cry out in protest, upset that your hours of work are now suffocating your other best friend

✰ you feel every step and he takes as he walks you both towards your room the air is tense, and you don’t know what to do

✰ you enter your bedroom, still being carried by him, and he drops you on the bed, and falls on top of you, letting out a noise of comfort as you squirm

✰ “Hajime please get of you’re squishing meee!” you wheeze out the last part

✰ he doesn’t verbally acknowledge you but he adjusts himself so you both are comfortable

✰ “Is this ok?” he asks quietly

✰ “yeah,” you reply, “It is.” 

✰ Neither of you seem to notice oikawa taking photos, and the next day, oikawa shows iwa, but not without a volleyball to the head 

✰ neither you nor oikawa know that's his screen on his phone

~Bokuto~

✰ When does this boy not get jealous, not because of you no! He trusts you with anything and everything, and he loves showing you off

✰ that is until all the attention goes to you and he thinks everyone is going to take you away, especially when he goes emo mode, he’s about ready to give you up to anyone :( but you never go obviously

✰ akaashi managed to convince you to become manager, he said that it would come in handy when he started to become self destructive

✰ and it worked! You were able to save a lot of games and akaashi’s mental health, for a while that is

✰ today was the first day of spring high finals, teams everywhere, balls flying, and Bokuto was anxious, and it was showing

✰ as the team walks to the court, you grab Bokuto's hand and you grab it tight letting him know you are there for him

✰ he began to feel less tense and calmed down once again 

✰ the game started and it was going smoothly, the other team wasn't able to shut down any Fukurōdani’s attacks

✰ that is until, the other team's captain started flirting with you

✰ whenever he makes a point, he would say some gross ass pick up line, or wink at you, and even worse, he would make sure to meet eyes with Bokuto, every, single, time

✰ Bokuto’s shots have gotten worse, he's hitting into the blockers, the net, and even missing the ball completely

✰ it physically hurts you when this happens to your boyfriend, and at this point you are sick of it, and have started to grow annoyed at the creepily corny capitan 

✰ you whisper to the coach to call Bokuto in who is currently hanging onto akaashi, asking him not to set to him anymore

✰ the coach calls a time out, and signals the rest of the team to stay on the court, Bokuto doesn’t even notice the rest of his teammates standing still around him

✰ when he reaches the bench you grab him by the shoulders and look him in the eyes and say “Baby, kick his ass.”

✰ you move your head to face the other captain and smile, then you grab Bokuto's face and kiss him, hard

✰ the time out ends and your team is flushed with embarrassment, but Bokuto was hyped up jumping all over the court, and ready to destroy the other team

✰ (they won the rest of the set no points lost)

[puckwritesstuff]

It is so nice to see more of Loki and Sigyn's children! But what happened after Nari and Brandr saved Vali? Did the two finally make up and be close again? 🥺 I bet Loki almost had a heart attack learning about the kidnapping though. Thank you so much!

I like writing the kids! It's fun to see how they reflect or don't reflect their parents. And they're dynamics are interesting too, each variant has a different interaction with the other, it's great fun.

Thank you for the ask!

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Brandr and Nari approached the gates of Jörmungandr’s castle, still frozen open. Nari shook his head.

“What?” Brandr said. “I thought Jotun ice never melted.”

“That’s right,” Nari said. “But mine does.”

Brandr paused.

“You’re not the only monster in the family,” Nari said. “Not Jotun enough for Laufey, not Æsir enough for Grandfather.”

“Odin loves you,” Brandr said. “Far more than he does me.”

“Bastard son of a bastard daughter,” Nari said. “At least he doesn’t expect anything from you either.”

Brandr shook his head. “We’re wasting time. The dragon’s horde is in the dungeons, the ring will be there.”

“Brandr, you don’t need to do this,” Nari said. “You don’t need to steal from your father to prove yourself.”

“I won’t be stealing,” Brandr said. “A dragon can tell when someone is stealing from their hoard. How do you think you and Váli never got away with taking my things?”

Nari blinked.

“You need a strong distraction,” Brandr said. “I should think his son showing up suddenly would be enough.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Nari said. “Not without Mother.”

“I do, and Mother isn’t here,” Brandr said. “And this isn’t about me. We have to get Váli home.”

Nari nodded. The two started to walk into the castle.

“A ring forged of Rheingold will be powerful,” Brandr said. “But not distinct. You will find yourself drawn to it. Let yourself be guided by its power.”

“Are we going to have trouble giving it away?” Nari asked.

“You’ve been reading too much Midgardian literature,” Brandr said.

The two headed down to the dungeons. There was a low growling down a corridor.

“I think he knows you’re here,” Nari said.

“Yeah,” Brandr said. “Good luck.”

“You too,” Nari said.

Brandr headed down the hall, towards the growling. He came to a large chamber, with chains attached to the walls. The chains glowed with green magic in runes along the links. They bound a great wyrm with red scales, that looked down at Brandr.

“So,” Jormungandr said. “My son finally deigns to grace me with his presence. The bitch finally let you unlatch yourself?”

“You will not speak of my mother in such a tone,” Brandr said, his voice even.

“Or what?” Jormungandr inched forward, sniffing the air. “You are still young, the scent of her milk clings to you.”

“Do you have a purpose to this?” Brandr asked.

“Do you?” Jormungandr asked. “I can’t imagine that you came here ‘just because’.”

Brandr rolled his eyes.

“Tell me about her,” Jörmungandr said. “Did that snake of a prince ever tell her how he felt?”

“You will keep a civil tongue, or I will cut it from your throat,” Brandr said.

“I suppose that answers that question,” Jörmungandr said.

“Does it matter?” Brandr asked. “She was yours for a night, and then you broke her trust. My father is an honorable man. You are the snake.”

“Your father?” Jörmungandr said. “A soft-handed prince who bows and scrapes for the scraps of affection she would throw to him. It was not his name on her lips, his skin on her flesh, the night of your conception.”

Brandr growled. He could feel his teeth shift in his mouth, his fangs growing. His hands shook as his middle two fingers fused together and his claws came in.

“Yes, yes,” Jörmungandr said. “Feel the dragon’s fire in your heart.”

Wings burst out from the back of his shirt.

“She rejected your only hope for understanding yourself,” Jörmungandr said. “They might say that they love you, but Asgard will never accept you.”

Brandr roared as he collapsed into his full dragon form. His wings spread out behind him. He still wasn’t that much bigger than Váli— nowhere near the size of Jörmungandr. Smoke blew from his nostrils as he pawed at the ground, sneering.

Jörmungandr laughed.

“And here you are,” Jörmungandr said. “Look what they’ve made of you— little more than a dumb beast, good for nothing but as a warning to what might happen.”

Brandr steeled himself and blew a huge fireball at Jörmungandr, who didn’t even flinch.

“We can work on that,” Jörmungandr said.

“I don’t think you’ll be working on much of anything.”

Nari walked into the room, putting himself between Brandr and Jörmungandr.

“So, you’re the great drake of the Vanir Wastes,” Nari said. “The World Serpent. Jörmungandr.”

“You must be a Lokison,” Jörmungandr said. “You bear his stench.”

“I bear more than that, being the second born son of Laufey’s last heir,” Nari said. “But you didn’t know that, did you?”

“Laufey?” Jörmungandr hissed. “That prince was a Jotun?”

“Allow me to demonstrate,” Nari said.

He threw up a thick wall of ice between them and ran to get on Brandr’s back.

“Go, now,” Nari said.

Brandr ran out of the room, feeling Nari cling to him. Jörmungandr roared and shook the castle as he struggled against his chains. Fire burst out of the room as the ice sheet melted.

Brandr crashed against the ground outside the castle. He was half shifted back, his wings and fangs and claws the focus of his mind. He scrambled away from Nari, who lay prone in the dirt. Nari was breathing, deep cuts on his hands from where the spines on Brandr’s back dug into the skin as he was holding on to ride him. Brandr choked back a sob.

The Vanir Moors were not far. Brandr could see them on the horizon. He just had to make it there.

He got up to run, but his leg caught on something. He looked back to find his ankle wrapped in glowing blue runes that were tethered to the ground. Nari held out his hand, visibly straining to hold Brandr in place.

“Please, don’t go,” Nari said. “You’re my brother, Brandr, you can’t hurt me in any way that matters. I need you to free Váli.”

He reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a ring. Brandr could feel the Rheingold’s power in it. The dragon heart that beat inside him longed for it, and he forced himself to pull away.

“We can do it together,” Nari said. “As brothers.”

Brandr could feel his breath slowing down, a calm coming over him. If Nari needed him, he couldn’t be like this, he couldn’t be this thing, all scales and sharp edges, causing nothing but pain. He’d already hurt Váli, he couldn’t hurt Nari too. He had to change back, he had to change back.

But the changes weren’t coming. If anything, the scales started to spread again, consuming him as fire filled his lungs. He started to panic again, tugging at Nari’s fetter that held him back.

“Brandr, no, please,” Nari said. He got off the ground and ran over to Brandr. “I need you, Váli needs you. You can’t do this, you can’t leave us. I love you, Brother. Never doubt that.”

Brandr closed his eyes. He shrugged his shoulders, and he was a dragon again. He knelt down to let Nari on. Nari climbed up on top of him.

“Grandfather, back to Midgard,” Nari said.

The Bifrost surrounded them.

---

Nari descended into the depths of the Rhein, ring in hand. The Rheinmaidens surrounded him.

“Where is the son of Jörmungandr?” they asked in unison.

“I have the ring, does it matter where he is?” Nari asked. “Free my sister.”

“The dragon must give up the gold,” Woglinde said.

“Release the curse of the hoard,” Wellgunde said.

“Or the Rheingold will be forever tainted,” Flosshilde said.

“Then take your tainted gold,” Nari said. “I care not, only that my sister is safe.”

Nari threw the ring on the dry stone.

“I have your prize,” Nari said. “Give me what I came for.”

The Rheinmaidens looked to each other.

“No,” they said.

The water started to collapse in on Nari, who froze it to keep his air. There was a loud splash as Brandr, still in dragon form, dived into the water and bit at the chains holding Váli, breaking them. She shifted back into her Æsir form and grabbed onto Brandr, who beat his wings to bring them back up to the surface.

“No!” Woglinde said.

“Too late,” Nari said.

He took a deep breath and broke the ice, swimming back to the surface. As soon as he was up, the three were taken back to Asgard.

Loki and Sigyn were waiting there in the guardhouse. Loki ran over to the drenched Váli and held her tight.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” he breathed. “I can’t lose you, Váli, I can’t…”

Váli’s breath shuddered, and she buried her face in her father’s shoulder.

Sigyn rushed to Nari, working her magic to cure him of the bends that he was caught in, having swam up so fast. He nodded when the pain was gone and looked over to Brandr, stuck again between dragon and Æsir. He looked away, shame clear on his face. Sigyn glided over to him and put her arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you, my son,” she said. “You were very brave today, well done.”

Brandr closed his eyes and leaned against her.

---

Váli shivered under the mountain of blankets her mother had placed on her. She sat by the fireplace in her parents’ bedroom, watching the flames of the hearth dance.

Brandr gently opened the door. He’d fully shifted back to his Aesir form.

“Váli?” he said.

She pulled the blankets tighter around her.

“You can come in, if you want,” she said.

He nodded and sat next to her.

“Sorry about all this,” he said.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she muttered.

“No, that’s not—” Brandr sighed. “It’s more ‘I’m sorry this happened’.”

“Are you really here to say ‘I told you so’?” she asked, glaring at him.

“Never,” Brandr said.

“Because this is one of the things you were worried about,” Váli said.

“I know,” he said.

“And this is what you said would happen,” she said.

“I know,” he said.

“And I let it happen,” she said.

“No,” he said. “No one lets this sort of thing happen to them. If anything, it is my fault, because they took you to get to me.”

“It’s not your fault,” she said. “We don’t get to pick who our parents are.”

“That’s certainly true,” he said.

She slumped over onto his shoulder. He put his arm around her and breathed deeply, filling his lungs with dragon fire. She gave a small smile at the warmth, settling in.

“I love you, Sister,” Brandr said. “Everything I’ve done is out of love for you.”

“I know,” she said. “I love you, too, Brother.”

[owl-of-fandom]

remake

I

Harry reached across the table for Draco’s hand, drawing small circles onto soft skin with his thumb.

A familiar beeping sound let Harry’s smile freeze on his face. Draco was on call duty tonight. The hospital needed him immediately.

With an apologetic smile Draco stood, leaving Harry to stare at the ring in the champagne.

II

Draco’s cheeks were flushed with cold, still he smiled brightly, taking Harry’s hand. They glide on the ice effortlessly. Perfectly attuned to one another.

One moment of inattentiveness and Draco crashed, falling hard on the ice. The perfect moment ruined by a broken wrist.

The small velvet box became heavier in Harry’s pocket.

III

Harry had spent months looking through various jeweller’s windows. It had seemed like the impossible task.

He had almost given up hope finding anything as he looked through the window.

There it was just waiting for him. Two tiny snakes intertwining in white gold. Their heads facing each other, holding a small but beautiful emerald.  

IV

Draco returned to the sofa, setting down two mugs of perfect tea, one with a little milk and one with a lot of sugar for Harry.

He settled back in, his feet in Harry’s lap and his novel propped against his knees.

V

Harry looked at the thick woollen socks in his lap, the soft blond hair, complete unstyled and the too big hoodie, that was actually his.

Draco pulled the collar up, over his nose and sniffed, then smiled sheepishly at being caught.

Harry’s chest expanded, his heart swelled with the love he felt. He realised in that moment he didn’t want to wait any longer.

VI

When Draco is called to their bedroom ten minutes later, the room is illuminated with candle light. There are flowers on the windowsills and the bedside tables, rose petals on the bed covers and all over the floor.

In the middle of it all stands Harry, a besotted smile on his face and a velvet box in his hand. He goes down on one knee.

Draco answers even before Harry says anything.

“Yes!”

written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: remake

word count: 348

[mintenochian]

what other people want added to Minecraft: g u n s

what I want added to Minecraft

•Birds

-For multiple biomes, but mainly for the forests.

-Songbirds would add SO MUCH life to the otherwise quiet areas of the game

-Ravens and crows would be awesome and could use some of the parrot mimicking AI

-Cardinals in the snow biomes would bring a GORGEOUS pop of colour into the white atmosphere

-Seriously we need something to populate the sky, parrots do NOT fly like they should

-nests in trees, can find eggs in them

-doesn't really add a use but fun new feather types would be cool

•Owls

-technically still a bird but would go really well in covered rooftop forests and snow biomes

-we're already getting larger avians added in the form of vultures so why not more large birds?

•Mice and / or rats

-absolute precious babies

-sadly would go well with owls :(

-with cave update coming we need adorable rodents scurrying around

-lil bastards could make mouseholes inside of blocks

-will they be tameable? idk.

-adds the necessity for cheese

•Deer

-MOJANG this is a MUST, this is a NEED

-You literally have pigs, chickens, cows, and sheep spawning in forests what the fuck

-Deer with spotty baby fawns??? Yes

-Young bucks with different stages of antler growth? Yes

-Fawns frolicking in flower forests bc they feel safe

-Stripped wood appearing on trees where bucks scrape velvet off their antlers

-Being able to collect sets of antlers when they fall off periodically (would NOT be attainable by killing the deer, you have to wait for them to shed)

•Elk and Moose

-Same vein as deer

-Bigger, much bigger, neutral instead of passive, less shy

-Snowy biomes

-Better additions than fucking llamas tyvm

-Sidenote but savannahs could also really use some endangered deer-like species to help raise awareness for their status

•Squirrels

-Mojang plz

-Adds nuts to Minecraft ;)

-Black, grey, red, and mixed colour squirrels and breeding

-Brings life to forests like songbirds and deer

•Bears

-Mojang bby you literally already have a neutral bear in Minecraft why have you not reskinned it for grizzly/brown/black bears?

-Bear caves

-Hibernating mobs

-Brings more use to the beehives and bees, bears could be attracted to any area that has more than one bee hive with honey

•WOLVES AND DOGS

-They NEED the ocelots and cats update

-More wolf types (red, timber, snow, black, etc)

-Actual wolf packs (the AI would be difficult to program but the doges are worth it)

-Please let the howl at the moon, if foxes get to say ringdingding all night long wolves deserve to be allowed to howl

-More dog breeds (I know that there's no reason for domesticated dog breeds in Minecraft but ACTUALLY THERE IS)

-Hunting dogs like springers that can jump and run faster

-Foxhounds :D

-Most Important Goodest Boy: Herding dogs like collies and sheepdogs

-Herding dogs could be found in plains where cows and sheep spawn and create herds

-LET DOGS LAY DOWN FOR FUCKS SAKE

•Herding

-Instead of having to pen up and enclose your livestock you could form herds of cows and sheep

-Your Goodest Boi herding dog would protect them and move around with them when they graze

-Just soft peaceful minecraft tingz

•Salt licks

-Something SO SMALL but would make SO MUCH HAPPINESS

-Drawing new cows into your herd by putting up a salt lick

-I'm soft

-I guess salt would be a new ore???

•Bird feeders

-idk I think it would be cool

-excess seeds used for SOMETHING

•Raccoons

-The coolness of wolves, the chaos of foxes, the cunning of cats

-thumbs

-be gay do crimes

-can open chests (trigger trap chests to catch them?)

-Fantastic little shits

-Not tameable but will trust players like foxes do

•Snakes

-I know it's a lot to ask and it would be hard to make them look good

-But??? Imagine a tiny lil garter snake in your garden

-unlikely but would be so fantastic

•Rope

-climeable

-please Mojang we need this so badly

-imagine the ships? The bridges? The bell towers and everything?

-super easy to add, just reskin vines and add a string crafting recipie

•Butterflies and Moths

-Bflies could be a unique mob to flower forests and friends with bees

-if moobloom is added they would all be BEST BUDS

-get it "buds" ahahaha

-help with flower polination but just gives a TON of life to flower forests

-We literally have lanterns in minecraft why do we NOT have moths? Such a cool aesthetic addition.

-helps fill both the daytime and nighttime sky

•Hummingbirds

-fourth member of BEST BUDS

-just soft baby

-i love birbs okay

-the only avian who does not work for the bourgeoisie

•Fireflies

-10 million of them please

-they give great hugs

-adds so much atmosphere to the night world

•Cheese

-We have milk

-We have, presumably, goat milk

-Quit being cowards and add butter and cheese

-Butter churn job block for villagers

-V funny bc they have no arms to churn with?? Oh well

•Seashells

-Something decorative and beautiful that could 1) liven up beaches and 2) have snails and crabs inside!

-Mojang plz do not add sand dollars to the game people already don't know how to tell if they're still alive before trying to take them home

•Whales

-WHALES.

-Imagine something as massive as the ender dragon but peaceful. Allows you to stand on them (idk how but make it happen Jeb)

-WHALE SONGS.

-Being so deep and far out into the ocean, and when the moon is high in the sky and you're sitting in your boat, you just hear the beautiful melancholy sounds of the whales in the distance

•Jellyfish

-Idk if y'all know this but the glow squid is a bad idea

-Dream buddy you fucked up, please use your influence to get in contact with Mojang and have them redo the vote. People would have so much regained respect for you if you tried to fix your mistake.

-Also why does a speedrunner get to tell millions of people what mob would bring more life to Minecraft? He's only playing the game for 5 minutes smh

-aNYWAYS

-Jellyfish could literally do everything the glow squid is going to and look better for it AND possibly be neutral instead of peaceful

•Orcas

-Not much to say but it would liven up the frozen water biomes a bit

•Penguins

-You already know why

-Imagine giving a new home to all the Club Penguin players? Legendary.

-Gender doesn't exist in Minecraft but we all know penguins would be hella gay

•Lobsters

-I think they would be cute

-You would NOT BE ABLE TO BOIL THEM ALIVE THANK YOU VERY MUCH

•Mermaids

-Never going to happen since passive mobs are generally real life animals but it would be so cool

•Otters

-they can hold hands

-brings life to the rivers

-super cute

•Frogs and possibly toads

-Swamp gods

-Absolute mad lads

-maybe grow from tadpoles

-wouldn't do much but needed

•Fairy Forests

-NOT Twilight Forests. Not a new dimension.

-Just gentle hidden groves in forests

-ADD FAIRY RING GENERATION TO MINECRAFT.

•Big cats

-Tigers, lions, bobcats, panthers

-Literally anything that could finally add a strong predator possibility to savannahs and jungles

•Zebras and Giraffes

-Shy and skittish

-cannot ride (their skeletal structure is NOT MADE FOR CARRYING HUMANS)

-Super cute tho, brings much needed life to savannahs

•Camels

-The better llama

-Can honestly just be a reskin

-brings much needed life to the desert

-spits and wears carpet and forms caravans like llamas

•Lemurs

-Easier to add to "jungles" than monkeys

-it would be really cool if we could just get a Rainforest biome

-King Julian stans awaken

•Red pandas

-we need them

-cuter than normal pandas and you can @ me

-better idea than sloths or koalas

•More Eldritch Horror Hostile Mobs

-Fun fact time

-The enchanting table language already has Lovecraftian references

-"phnglui mglwnafh cthulhu rlyeh wgahnagl fhtagn" is literally a quote from the enchanting table

-translates to "In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

-Bet you didn't know that fun fact

-aNYWAYS add the Kraken to Minecraft instead of the shitty guardians. Thanks.

-imagine how cool it would be to see lights slowly extinguish as something terrifying and dangerous slowly moves in for the kill

-torches get extinguished and can get relit

-if not relit fast enough Something will be waiting

•Ice statues

-We have giant fossils and ship wrecks and cool stuff like that but please imagine finding a GIANT humanoid ice sculpture in an ice spikes biome

-maybe bones inside to show you that... That wasn't carved or naturally generated.

•Skeletons

-Not a mob but a decoration block

-Found in temples, mineshafts, and caves

-implied to be the remains of miners and explorers

-rare

-also implies that every skeleton you kill has some backstory since they look the same

•Constellations

-Not real world star maps but completely unique to Minecraft

-chance for LOTS of fun references

-The stars are your only companions in an apocalyptic world where you are the last of your kind

-Space is gay minecraft is gay thus minecraft space is gay

•Corn

-we have butter in this list

-we have salt in this list

-popcorn. That is all.

And finally

•Leeks

-mostly a joke but would be a cool crop

-100% a reference to Hatsune Miku the creator of Minecraft

DISCLAIMER: I recognize that mobs are added to Minecraft to serve a purpose within the game and that many of these mobs would be better in mods and such, but I also feel like many of these suggestions would really bring so much more life to parts of the game that really need it. Even if they don't serve a huge purpose, they would still be really amazing additions imo.

I would love to see the ideas and suggestions that other people have for what they want added to Minecraft, please TAG ME if you make a post like this, I wanna hear and read it!