#and now it most definitely is back on and on overdrive

[donutdollie]

[ door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ] — @inarretable

                    steps sped into a burst of a dash at the other’s pause, rush born from the desire to not inconvenience.   but in her hurry, she hardly forgot to glance up at the masked woman, a flash of a smile spreading across her lips, an inaudible but obvious  ‘thank you’  mouthed there.    and in a moment, the lab laid behind the historian, the endless stretch of shinning corridors, the visored troopers, uniformed officers, jumpsuited techicians ahead, all the starkest reminder of exactly where she stood.

                    an icy hand clenched around her instantly racing heart, boots fastening to the deck in an abrupt halt.   as if margot could ever truly forget, and yet, she had.   the utter agony and wonder twisted her gut in the same painful vise as her chest, her grip tightening upon the datapad pressed against.   overwhelmed, she drowned within, this sense of being utterly trapped within a labyrinth.

                    a stuttering breath, frozen in her lungs perhaps several moments too long, blew from her lips, the woman dragging herself back to life with smarting eyes and far too many blinks.   when she glanced behind to the knight still hovering, a smile still remained, a jovial attempt in her tone, yet it felt drained of any genuine power.     ❝  i think my blood sugar just dropped.  ❞     not entirely a lie, several hours having passed since her last meal, but far from the true reasons for her sudden imitation of a statue outside the door.   and dread still brewed within, burning at the interior of ribs with a relentlessness she would have envied had it been a being.

                    somehow, some way, she made a step, then another, and then, like every time before, she found herself in motion once more.

[fangswbenefits]

Family

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: Miguel is a natural when it comes to being a father.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

No warnings! Pure fluff! Dad Miguel.

A flock of birds took flight from a nearby tree and the ruffling of the leaves was a clear indication that there was an intruder nearby.

Your moment of peace and quiet was short-lived, but you remained still, folding under your head as both you an Miguel soaked up the Summer sun.

"Pa~pá!" sang a small voice from inside the canopy.

"Ye~ah?" Miguel said, focused on his dimensional travel watch.

"Look at me~e!"

"I'm looking."

"You're not looking!"

You wrinkled your nose at him behind a faint smile, “Miguel O’Hara, I will smash that watch into a million pieces if you don’t focus on your daughter.”

He glanced up at you. “The multiverse—”

“—can wait,” you reassured him, nudging his arm with an elbow. “Jessica is more than capable of taking over for a couple of days.”

He nodded, but only half convinced, which was good enough, considering this was the first time Miguel was taking a few days off from the never-ending stressful work of keeping the canon intact.

It was pleasant enough to be able to go to earth-616B on a little family trip and enjoy the countryside with the guidance of Peter, MJ and little Mayday.

But Miguel was… well, Miguel. A natural worrier who disliked handing over his responsibilities to others.

“Hey, you have something on your face,” he suddenly said in a low voice.

“What is it?” you immediately brought both hands to tap along your skin, searching for anything unusual.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, which sent your heart into overdrive.

“Nice one, O’Hara…”

He replied with a teasing smile that you were so used to loving.

“EEEEW!” your daughter’s voice tore through the empty field, effectively distressing the surrounding fauna.

You watched as Miguel turned off the bleeping device on his wrist and rose from the meadow to his full height, headed toward the tree.

“Alright, little spider, come down.”

You spotted child of five descending upside down from a branch by her web, two front teeth missing, face covered in smudges of dirt, but beaming brightly at the signt of her dad.

“Papá!”

He helped her reach the ground safely and ruffled her unruly hair. “You need to be careful.”

Even from a distance, your heightened senses allowed you to feel the adoration in his voice.

The girl was wiggling now with barely suppressed excitement. "Hey, papá?"

Well, if that wasn't the most mischievous tone of voice you’d ever heard. "Hmm?”

"Do that thing."

"What thing?"

"The thing!"

"What thing?" he asked again, feigning confusion.

"THAT thing!" she cheered. "Where you go bzzzz and vssssssh and then BAM!”

"Oh," said Miguel. “That thing."

"Yep!”

"Maybe not," he sighed, but when her uplifted face began to wobble, you knew he had little choice. "Well, don’t tell mommy.”

"Yeeeaah!"

He brought a finger to his lips that she promptly mimicked. “Shhhhhh,” she then giggled.

“I can hear you!” you shouted, sitting on the grass to offer your seal of approval that came in the form of a wide smile.

You trusted her with Miguel, because Miguel trusted her with no one else but you. He would never consciously endanger his child, so you grew to accept that some of their playtime might involve something a bit riskier — as long as no loss of limbs was on the table.

She looked so tiny next to his impressive height, but was definitely a miniature copy of her father.

“We carry them inside us for months only for them to come out looking exactly like their father,” Jessica had once said and you wholeheartedly agreed.

He was wearing casuals, but his suit quickly began to engulf his entire body, leaving him only unmasked. Your daughter was bobbing happily along beside him.

"Stay back," he warned her lightly before sendind two laser-like red strings to coil around a thick branch, and effortlessly bending it into an arch until the tip hit the ground.

"Yey!" she yelped in excitement, toddling off toward the branch.

"Alright. Now, be careful.”

She met this warning with as much enthusiasm as she had for being offered an unlimited supply of candy of her choice. It didn't take much to excite her and you couldn't help but smile and follow as she began climbing up the branch with steady steps.

As she reached the middle, her knees bent as a way to maintain balance. “Do it, do iiiit!”

Miguel chuckled and the twin strings loosened ever so slightly in order to have it wobble up and down, sending the young child into a spiral of pure bliss.

“Faster! Faster!”

“Steady yourself,” he advised instead and she did as she was told, lowering herself and extending both arms as if riding a wave.

To a young spider, this was the closest thing they could get to a bouncing castle, so you didn’t mind this at all.

And neither did Miguel, because he instructed for her to climb onto his shoulders and offered the sweetest and most genuine smile ever.

He let go of the tree branch slowly, and his suit retracted at once, the little girl sliding both arms down his face for support and planting a kiss on top of his head.

“Did you have fun?”

"Yes!" she immediately said with a screech.

"And you’re strong and brave?”

"Yes!"

"And you know I love you, don't you?” he said as he paced toward you with her bouncing on his shoulders. “And mamá too, right? We'll always love you."

She was, delightfully, still very much of fan of such cheesy displays of affection. "Yes," she chirped happily.

You rose to your feet, feeling warmth spread throughout your body at the wonderful sight in front of you.

Miguel, for all his stubbornness and grumpiness, was a marvelous father. It was second nature to him.

"Another kiss?”

She leaned over and planted a noisy kiss on Miguel’s temple and giggled when he did his best to wipe it off with the back of his hand.

You welcomed them with a tight embrace and the feeling of a soft caress along your face as your daughter gave you a toothless smile.

"Let’s head out to uncle Peter’s house for a bath,” you said, pecking the palm of her hand.

“Don’t need one!”

Miguel squeezed her tiny calfs lightly. “Young lady, you do as your mother says.”

“But—”

Another squeeze and she bared her teeth, two tiny fangs emerging.

“Miguel, she’s showing off her fangs,” you said, feigning terror.

“Fangs away!” he said with a smile, bouncing her up and down his shoulders, which had her explode into a laughter.

Masterlist

[adabird]

MHA BOYS - headcannons

how they would ask you out!

(I tried to keep this a GN reader!)

(This following passage may have PROGRESSIVE moments, you are responsible for your own internet consumption!)

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I tried to involve as many guys I could think of! Let me know if you want specific characters, and a theme!

all characters are aged up!

Shinsou Hitoshi-

THE SLEEP TALKER 🙀

mmmmm.. Shinsou is definitely the “alone” type of intimacy man. He would definitely be the type of guy that would be your friend first, then be your best friend, then be your boyfriend. Like, he would “follow the books” A. K. A. (Aizawa. Knows. All), he’ll definitely go to his dad for advice. But the main way he would confess to you would be at night, and it would start off like this.. He would call you as you two always do, right before bed. He loves hearing your voice and you randomly yap about the class 1-A drama for that day. Now, the time would be late, most likely 2:30 in the morning. He would most likely wait to hear silence, thinking you were asleep to finally say something. But, you weren’t actually asleep you had just gotten up to go pee, so on your way back you heard him say how you were a beautiful, pretty, and kind soul. Of course you respond dumbfounded, with something like a ‘what’ or ‘huh..’. To break the silence he would ask you to meet up at your ‘usual spot’ which was the roof of the 1-A building. From there, he would end up telling you his feelings, his own feelings started to take over when you took some time to process what he had just said. You, of course end up feeling the same. So that night both Shinsou Hitoshi and Y/N L/N ended up dating!

Denki Kaminari

THE FLIRT-ER 😻

OKAY! SO, Denki and you would definitely be in the Baku-Squad together, and he would definitely confess to you at a convenience store, in the parking lot. It would happen like this.. You, and the Baku-Squad would be going on a late night trip to the local store. Both you and Mina opted out to sit on the curb in front of the doors to the store and wait for the boys. As you two were chatting Denki, had came out of the store with your favorite snack. He gave Mina a hard stare, almost as if they were speaking but with their eyes? yeah. Denki then proceeded to sit next to you watching, no, admiring you while you munched on your snack. He would accidentally let a ‘you’re so cute’, slip out from his dazed mind. He always felt like he was on overdrive whenever you were around. You gave him that zap! Immediately, a blush crawled up your face. He then started to flirt with you cracking jokes, and making comments on your beauty. After about 10 minutes Katsuki came out of the store grumbling about how ‘stupid’ you two look. Kirishima wouldn’t have been too far behind, and seeing your blushed face, and Denkis close proximity to you, he logically thought he had confessed. So of course he said ‘Wow Kami, i’m glad you finally told Y/N you like her, it was eating you up bro!’ AND MANNNN Denkis face went completely pale. After that when you two were finally alone he gave you a bashful look before telling you his real feelings. Both Denki Kaminari, And Y/N L/N started to date that night..

Tenya Iida

BLUNT CONFESSER 😺

Man. Man. Man. Iida would definitely buy you flowers and chocolates. He would end up going to Midoriya for advice, asking how to ‘losen up’. You both would end up dating like this.. It was directly after school on a sunny day when Iida asked you out. You had just got back to your dorm, and changed into comfortable clothes, as well as set up your desk for the THOUSANDS of papers you have to work on, then you heard a knock on your door. By the time you invite Iida in he would have already given you the chocolates, and flowers. And would be really blunt about his feelings, maybe sounding a little unsure, or confused. ‘Y/N, I think you are super pretty, intelligent, heavy minded, and clear sighted. Would you PLEASE consider being my partner?’ This would end up in wide smiles and a group text to all your friends. Of course, Iida would end up thanking Midoriya that night.

Sero Hanta

THE TEASER 🙏

my man my man. Sero would probably be sitting in the common room when you end up joining him. You two would definitely be friends, and he always pulls this move whenever you’re on your phone, he’ll wrap his tap around your phone pulling it towards himself. He would absolutely adore your flustered and puffed face when you scowl at him. He would end up confessing like this… After he grabbed your phone you would give him a hard side eye, before jumping over to him landing on his lap fighting, creating a war between the two of you in order to get your phone back. He would push you off (gently not to hurt you) and start to run around with it in his hands. He would go into your texts laughing and making you more mad as you repeatedly told him to ‘give me back my phone’ and ‘don’t go through the messages Hanta’, however that would only egg him on more. He opened your chats and clicked on the newest chats, which was a group of girls. He had been reading the text out loud, obviously too involved in making you mad to even realize what the words even said. The chats were all like ‘God 🙏🙏🙏 why did you make Hanta so hot!’ and things like ‘guys! i’m telling you Hanta Sero is the sexiest man alive’. Once he realizes what they say his mouths turn agape. You only stand there in shock, before silently taking your phone out of his hand, and sulking back to your room. However, you weren’t fast enough. He turned you around telling you that you were even more sexy then he could ever be, and he really likes you. You definitely never saw that coming. That day, Hanta Sero and Y/N L/N officially started to date.

Kirishima Eijiro-

MUMBLING MAN 🙇‍♂️

MMM. MMMM. MM. Kirishima is the manliest man around. So, when the both of you started to train together, you relished in amazement at how good you worked together. You started to date like this… After a long day of training together you both hit the showers, after spending about half an hour changing, and setting your hero suit for the cleaners, you came out to see Kiri. Kiri was sat on the bench waiting for you. He seemed to be really nervous and engrossed in his phone when you came up to sit next to him. He was startled and when he noticed it was you, he immediately grabbed his phone placing it to his heart, covering the screen. He ended up turning off his phone with a click and turned his body to completely face you. With shaky hand he rubbed his palms on his shorts before making eye contact. He ended up telling you that you were really good today. And of course, becuase you liked him, you exaggerated how well he did that day. Telling him how cool and strong her was. While you were half way through your rant on how cool he was, he blurted out that he liked you. He said ‘iknowthisissodumbcomino frommebutyoursostongandniceandsmellsogoodwouldyoulleasegooutwirhme’ (I know this sounds dumb coming from me but your so strong and nice and you smell so good would you please go out with me) Of course you said yes, and not because he said you smelled good! But because he was such a sweet teddy bear! That evening, Eijiro Kirishima and Y/N L/N started to date..

IZUKU MIDORIYA-

THE SWEATY PALMS 🐑

Both you, and Izuku would be study buddies. So when he finally decided to confess to you it was on a late Friday evening, and it happened like this… Izuku was a wreck, yes he was always nervous around you but now things are different! You’re next to him with your whole kneecap touching! And he’s decided to tell you he liked you today. He’s been wanting to for a while now, but he always chickens out. Not today. Afters about 15 minutes into your study session, you had just got done working out three problems when Izuku grabbed your hand. Naturally you hadn’t thought of it, solely because he has a habit of playing with your fingers. But when he called your name to gain your attention things became a little different. He was holding his breath as he muttered ‘doyouwanttogetdinnerwithme’ (do you want to get dinner with me). of course only seconds after asking his face was a red as a tomato, but you said yes bashfully with a red haze crawling up your neck. That night, the both of you made a pact that every Friday evening 6:00 pm would be for each other. That night, Izuku Midoriya and Y/N L/N started to date..

Tokoyami Fumikage-

FRIEND ASKER 🤷‍♂️

Tokoyami by no means is loud. So when he pulled you into a storage closet on a hectic thursday-school day with something on his mind, you offered him your ear. You started to date like this… Tokoyami pulled you in the armor closet that afternoon after training because he ‘must inform’ you about something. Of course, you obliged and met him in there after the 14 minute sharp invite. Tokoyami was standing there, awkwardly, with dark shadow by his side. He started to say something, something around the lines of ‘s-so I just’ uhm ‘I kind of think’. Before he could keep making a fool of himself, dark shadow stepped to you and told you his feelings ‘Y/N you’re so strong and witty he also likes your style.. would you like to go on a date tomarrow night at 6:30 pm?’ of course! of course you said yes, that night both Tokoyami Fumikage and Y/N L/N began to date.

Shoto Todoroki-

THE WRITER 💕

OKAY, SO. Shoto is very monotone, but you had known him before UA so you always seem to pick up on his ‘jokes’ and ‘nice’ comments.. He had started to hang out with Momo a lot recently so everyone had shipped them together, so you never told him your feelings since you wanted him to be happy.. You started to date like this.. It was a rainy afternoon after school had ended. Everyone was in their dorms, or in the common room. You, and Shoto went back to his dorm to hang out, but, right when your arrived he was letting Momo out. You would probably act like it was fine, or want to leave but before you could he called out for you. Begrudgingly, you shuffled your way over to him. Shoto had sat you on his bed after he had asked you to give him a moment. He then went to his closet opening it pulling out a bundle of your favorite flowers. He walked back over to you, placing the flowers in your lap, before fishing a crumpled piece of paper out of his back pocket. Only then did he break the silence with the sound of his clearing throat..’Y/N L/N for the past school year I have wanted to ask you this question, together, Momo and I had been working to form the perfect words for me to say to you.. You are such a strong leader, you are compassionate and sweet, you help out the elderly, and have a good sense of humor. Would you please accompany me to a dinner- date this Friday evening at 6:30?’ You really didn’t know he could speak like that, but you said yes and ended up having such a great time. That night Shoto Todoroki, and Y/N L/N had started to date..

Bakugou Katsuki-

THE DINNER MAKER 🫀

OKAY SO I REALLY HAD TO THINK ABOUT HIM BUT… Just like Todoroki both you and Katsuki had gotten really close from the beginning of the year. With the little advice and a big group push from his friends he asked you out like this..It was a cold saturday, both you and Katsuki had gotten done training, and as promised he would cook you a meal right after. Together, you two walked side by side to the 1-A school building. Unfortunately you had spilled an energy drink onto your coat, so, logically he lended you his. It was big on you but kept you extra warm.. after you had arrive back he had immediately got to cooking a soup, and your favorite hot/cool sandwich. You noticed how both Kiri, Sero, and Denki kept lurking around the kitchen at random moments. before getting all up in Katsukis grill whispering in his ear, no later did it make for him to swat them away with a motion of his hand. Mina had came in shortly after but up to you, and not Katsuki. She was all but giggling and laughing at the thought of you wearing Katsukis sweatshirt after about 10 minutes Katsuki had been done with dinner, ushering Mina out of the kitchen so the two of you could have some privacy. After about 2 minutes into the silence he had told you, you did ‘pretty good’ in training. But before telling you that you should eat dinner together more ‘often’, he had obviously been hinting something to you, but katsuki is, again, a very riddled individual. So after a moment he realized he weren’t catching on he mumbled a little ‘as a date’ before making eye contact. Immediately you broke out into a smile shaking your head agreeing. All of baku-squad ended up busting through the doors yelling and whooping. Mina had told you he had been wanting to ask you out for 4 MONTHS. That date night ended with swollen hearts, and a new couple. Both Katsuki Bakugou, and Y/N L/N had started to date..

Neito Monoma-

THE TUX DRESSER 🫦

Monoma would probably get Kendo’s, and MAYBE (of course) Shinsous help. I mean, after all He did help Shinsou get with his now, S/O.. He asked you out like this.. It was the middle of personal training time when he asked you out. The both of you going against Kendo and Shinsou, you two were hiding in a building creating a plan on what to do. Logically, you brought up a good and solid plan to defeat them, but before you would Monoma ‘MUST inform you of something’ about being his ‘love?’ he proceeded to tell you that ‘You’re very lucky to score a guy like myself, I am of the Higher Class physically and I will be rich one day.. I really think you’re okay.. Okay, maybe magnificent and captivating.. When ever your eyes sparkle and your luscious laugh consumes my brain, I know you’re the one. Would you acompay me to a FANCY dinner with me?’ He really wanted to let you know he was going on the works for you, all to impress you.. when the night came he was dressed really nice in a tux with your favorite flowers in his hand. He had taken you out to a nice place, offering you his arm as you looked at the shops around you. You never realized how tentative to detail he is, but only to you! that day Monoma Neito, and Y/N L/N were dating!

Tamaki Amajiki-

THE PECK-ER 👄

THIS MY BOY THIS MY BOY!!! Tamaki would always be really self conscious about himself whenever you were there. Not because you made fun of him or made him uncomfortable! but because you were just so pretty, and strong, and always knew what to say. Tamaki ended up asking you out by… Planning a special day for the both of you, he took you out to dinner, then to the park, then to the hot coco bar, then to the shops. And only then, at 8:48 on a Friday night had he asked you out.. He started off stuttering, not being able to create a coherent sentence, but after your hand grabbed his it was game over. Tamaki had told you all of his thoughts, and only moments after the two of you shared your first kiss. It was a quick peck, not even for 4 seconds.. But Tamaki loved it. Ever since then the both of you started to date, and kiss, constantly.. #Y/N L/N and Tamaki Amajiki forever

Mirio Togata-

THE INTERRUPTER ⭐️

FINALLY, THE WALKING BALL OF LIGHT… Mirio wanted this day to be special.. the two of you had known each other for- well forever.. the group started out as You, Tamaki, and Mirio before meeting Nejire! Mirio asked you out first year after getting into UA, just like this.. After the sports festival you felt a little down after receiving 42th place. However that didn’t change the way your performance was, so you stayed in the hero program. Mirio that night invited you out for ice cream. So, on your way home from school you have stopped at a nearby ice cream shop. After receiving your ice cream, you sat on the bench talking about POSITIVE ways to improve on your strength.. Mirio would end up interrupting you, taking your hand telling you he thought you did good.. Even though you weren’t in the top 20, it didn’t change the fact you were determined to become stronger, and work on your quirk more. Mirio ended his speech he would’ve grabbed your ice cream taking a ‘bite’ of it. You actually ended up telling him how you felt first, telling him that he was really ‘cool and strong himself’ he interrupted you as he realized where the conversation was going, he, of course wanted to be the one to tell you about his feelings first!! So, he quickly rushed out ‘I really like you, please go out with me’ even now, whenever he looks at you, he’s so glad he asked you out..

That day Mirio Togata and

Y/N L/N started to date!

I hope you enjoyed this, I feel like my english has definitely gotten better since I started!

Please!!! Let me know if you have any characters, ideas, or themes you would like me to write about, I’m running out of ideas!!!

Thank you for reading!

#Onie out!

[sweetteainthesummerx]

begin again!

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nhl masterlist !

series masterlist!

pairings: popstar!reader x quinn hughes

warnings: mutual pining, fluff, slight angst, toxic past relationships

summary: you find love, for real this time.

word count: 1.2 k

notes: new writing! ty for all of ur patience

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you're in the club, eyes red-rimmed and feet sore.

four months since you've broken up with your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend.

the song lyrics and scribbled pen-inked paper around your piano in your apartment shows for it.

even now, as a remix of one of your songs plays loudly (the over zealous dj definitely saw you and probably hopes he gets signed or something), you chest twists.

the things he's done, it makes you question if love is real. your friends insist that it does, and you humour them with a complacent, teeth-bared smile.

your mind is in overdrive; this is good for your career, terrible for your gear-shifting mind.

and because you're a woman in a man's field, you thank the universe for leaking his texts with his co-star during your tour: you've been going viral and garnering an insane amount of attention.

although people are sympathizing with you, you just want to be loved. loved without hesitations and loved with careful hands and words.

you've been working your butt of to take your mind off of your quarter life crisis, but between the european leg of the tour and the north american one, you take a break when your family begs you to.

so now, you're out with your girls, wishing you were on your couch with a glass of expensive red, maybe with your guitar.

anywhere but here, where the booming music and smell of tequila reminds you so much of him. you sigh self-deprecatingly, that should've been your first red flag.

rainie, your best friend, notices your stiffness, and the blankness your eyes are covered by.

she hates your ex. he took a lovely, soft and kind soul and absolutely pushed you over the edge with all of his lying, cheating and manipulating. she is never letting you date an actor ever again.

she swears she's going to make sure that you're happy: even if it doesn't involve love, she just wants you to be you again.

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"hey, hun. i know you're tired," your manager says, and grimaces when you throw her a dirty glare, "but some of the canucks team is here, and they have a jersey for you. before you say anything-" you groan, "just like, two pictures!"

you know it'll be at least thirty minutes, but you agree, because your dad would be upset (ever since you were little a game was always on at your house) and you are from vancouver, so this is good for press.

you walk out, the mini skirt and bedazzled tank combo along with cute platform boots cutting into your sore body.

because you are kind (your manager is clasping her hands in thanks) and very well pr trained, you smile, shake hands, take pictures for daughters and nieces.

lastly, a gravelly voice says your name.

you turn, and you see an attractive, tall man. he's dark-haired, with big, sad puppy eyes and pale skin. he looks nothing like your ex, but you can't help stare at his pretty features.

"hi...?" you offer him a smile, and his ears turn as red as the bow in your hair.

"oh-sorry. i'm quinn. quinn hughes." he scratches his neck, hastily giving you his hand to shake.

cute, you think, as his much larger hand completely envelopes yours.

"he's our captain," the team manager beams, handing you a blue and green jersey.

he bashfully shrugs, and you can feel yourself melt. he's so endearing, with his calm demeanor and pink cheeks.

the photographer instructs him to put his arm around you as you hold up the jersey.

and this man, oh my, he asks for your permission.

you probably most definitely know way too many douchebags, because you can't remember the last time a man has done this.

when you nod shyly, he huffs out a breath and slides a hand respectfully to the middle of your back. he helps you adjust your hair so his hand doesn't catch onto it, and the two of you smile together.

the photo receives an alarming amount of likes, and you're pleasantly surprised when he texts you later that night.

quinn

hi, your manager gave me your number when you had to leave early. i hope that's okay :)

you silently thank your manager and her meddling.

you

ofc! sorry i had to rush off

quinn

no worries

i just wanted to ask if you wanted to get coffee sometime

you

oh!

yeah okay that sounds good

might have to wait for another month though

i have to finish tour first :(

quinn

i'll wait however long i have to

sorry, i have to go i have a game tmrw

goodnight, sleep well :)

you shut your phone off, realizing with a start you've got a wide smile plastered on your face. suddenly, you're wary about him: what if he's like your ex? what if he breaks your carefully stitched up heart?

then something tells you that this boy is special, so you breathe deep and take a leap of faith.

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quinn finds you in the crowd of people at the bar, slipping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

after the two of you had met, you had texted for weeks before actually meeting up in person at a cafe near your apartment.

quinn listens to your stories about tour, tells his own about his brothers and the shenanigans they get up to.

he's funny, you realize, in a subtle, deadpan way that intelligent people are. he looks at you with his pretty eyes and insists on paying for your drink despite your protests.

soon enough, you find yourself at his apartment after his games, cooking dinner together and watching stupid movies. he reads the book on his coffee table to you, and lets you tuck your cold feet under his thigh.

you learn things about each other: he memorizes your scent, vanilla and ball point pen ink, you curiously graze his book shelf, his taller figure hovering behind you.

your mutual friends meet at the bar you now all frequent, and you watch with a smile as rainie argues with a hoard of massive hockey players.

"hi," you coo at him, two drinks in, and he grins, smoothing his thumb over your going out top. he asks about the song production meeting you had, and listens intently has you drunkenly ramble.

you'd started to wonder why he hasn't made a move on you yet.

you'd asked him that one night, and he had looked at you with so much candy-melded affection; silently, he ran a rough hand gently up your calf. he told you that he cares about you: he wants to get everything right, because that's what you deserve.

so now, you find yourselves in a standstill, knowing you definitely like each other, but learning to be together as friends first.

however, the way he glares at any guy that comes within three feet of you tonight doesn't feel very friendly.

that night, he drives you home. you try to press - a friendly - kiss to his cheek, but you wobble on your heels and it lands more on the corner of his lips.

his eyes darken, like the way they do when you lick you fingers while cooking, or when you wear particularly short shorts.

you steady yourself on his biceps, giggling as he unlocks your door and practically carries you inside. as you scratch at the base of his neck, he gently pushes you against the wall of the entrance way.

he crowds around you, nosing at your neck. you welcome his scent, masculine and warm, and your hands find their way to his face, cupping his jaw.

your lips meet, and something clicks into place.

you sigh happily, his mouth nudging and exploring against yours. you've never felt so desired, so safe, and you murmur that against his lips.

quinn nips at the softness of your earlobe and almost shudders all over.

"i'm going to keep you," he tells you.

you laugh, and bring him closer to you.

you plan on keeping him too.

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[ayyy-pee]

kind of wanna open my requests so i can flex my brain a lil bit. yall send me something to write! sldkfjksd PLSSSSSSSSS

Hi Lexi!! How’re you?? 🥹💕

Could I possible request… some fluffy dad Suguru content? 🥹🥹 I just… think he’s such a sweet dad ❤️ And so caring and adoring 🫶

Nonnie, I'm SO late answering this!! I'm doing well! I hope you are too!! I hope you enjoy this because fluffy dad Suguru also makes me meltttt. He is just such a perfect dad fr I hope you enjoy this and thank you for the request! ❤️

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The first time Suguru holds his daughter, he is bewildered. The shock of watching her enter the world through you has not yet worn off and his mind is in overdrive. While the doctors and nurses work to ensure you’re healthy and in good condition, he’s handed this tiny human to care for in the meantime. And he has no clue where to start.

He simply watches her at first, amazed at how quiet she is, how her tiny hands are curled into fists and tucked under her chin. How her tiny chest rises and falls with calm breaths. And he’s amazed at how quiet you are, too. The baby’s entrance into the world was an emotional one for you both, Suguru holding your hand tightly as you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion to bring life into this world. You’re lying in bed with your eyes closed as you catch your breath and Suguru can’t help but stare at both you and your daughter.

She looks like you, he thinks. As she dozes in his embrace, he sees the uncanny resemblance. She has your best features – your nose, your cute pout, she even has a tuft of hair sitting atop her head that Suguru is certain will one day match your color and texture. He begins to wonder if he was even in the room when she came to be. This baby is all you.

But, he supposes he’s lucky. He can’t be unhappy about that. You’re wondrous. Even as you lie exhausted and sweaty, Suguru finds you to be the most ethereal being he’s ever seen. Strong, too. He’s certain he doesn’t know a single person in the world that is stronger than you right now. He definitely doesn’t know anyone as generous as you. To gift him something so extraordinary. He’s not sure he could ever express his gratitude.

The first tiny hiccup Suguru hears from his child makes him stand straighter, eyes wide as he peers down at her. And then another hiccup happens, followed by rapid breaths, a little pouty mouth that opens to let out quiet sobs. He looks at you in panic, but you meet his fear with a gentle expression on your face. One that holds encouragement, because you know that he needs it. You know he’s never seen himself as a father, never been confident in being one.

You know that he’s scared.

But you give him the boost he needs, gently rocking his baby in his arms, cooing softly. It’s like instinct kicking in. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He bounces the newborn, slowly walking around the hospital room as he tries to calm the baby. The cries quiet down gradually, the tight expression on her little face softening. “I’m here. Daddy’s here.”

And his heart swells as the cries stop, as her face relaxes, as his words comfort his child enough that she opens her eyes for the first time since coming into the world. She peers up, and Suguru stands still, heart nearly stopping when he sees violet eyes exactly like his own staring back at him. It’s the only thing it seems he’d passed on to her.

You are perfect. So incredibly perfect. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, that he’s holding such magnificence in his arms.

“See?” You call quietly to him from your bed. The doctor and nurses have given you the green light, letting you know they will be back to check on you soon. So it’s just you, him and the tiny world you’ve created together in Suguru’s embrace. Your eyes light up from across the room, guiding Suguru to your bedside where you smile softly as he leans forward to hand you the baby. “You’re already such a good dad. Himari is so lucky to have you.”

- - Six Years Later

“Daddy, hurry up!”

“Hold on! I need to fix my hair! Almost done!”

“Ooh! I wanna help!”

A quiet chuckle can be heard from behind Suguru as he sits in front of the vanity in the bathroom. You’re brushing through his hair, which has grown exponentially over the years. As you stroke through the strands, Suguru hums softly, a small smile curling on his lips when he hears the tiny footsteps slapping against the hardwood floors.

“She’s coming,” you tease, a sing-song lilt in your voice. You set the brush down on the vanity, stepping aside carefully as Suguru stands. He takes your hand in his, pulling you close. Well, as close as he can. Your round belly keeps him from being able to fully hold you. You’re due to give birth to your son any day now, and while Suguru begged for you to rest while he got dressed for tonight, you’d insisted on taking part in the festivities.

“Absolutely not! I want you both to look your best so I can get pictures!” You’d argued earlier, stubborn as ever.

“Oh, so you don’t think I could get Himari ready on my own?” Suguru asked, feigning offense and you scoff.

“No. Move.” You pushed past him, earning a hearty laugh from your husband. He loved your little attitude. He loved it even more when you were pregnant. It was so cute watching you waddle into the bathroom, starting the shower and barking at Suguru to wash his hair so you could style it. While he finished his shower, you got Himari ready, only returning when she was busy playing with her toys while waiting.

“Were the curls necessary?” Suguru asks, glancing at his reflection. You stand on the tips of your toes, attempting to press a sweet kiss to his cheek, only for Suguru to quickly turn his head and steal a kiss from your lips instead. You can’t help but grin.

“Stop it. I think you look –”

A loud squeal cuts through the atmosphere and you both snap your heads towards the sounds where Himari stands in the doorway of the bathroom. “Oh my gosh!! Daddy, you look so cute!!!” Your daughter claps her tiny hands, bouncing up and down.

You watch with hardly concealed amusement as she closes the gap between you three and Suguru kneels to her level immediately, forgetting all about you. “Not as cute as you, Hima.” He winks, taking Himari’s hand in his and twirling her around to take in her powder pink princess dress. Suguru wears the same colored shirt, insisting he match his baby from head to toe.

It’s adorable, because as the years have passed, any similarities Himari once shared with you have slowly disappeared. She’s practically a carbon copy of your husband – his eye shape and color, his nose and lips. Even her personality is the same as his, which is clear in the way they’re now bickering back and forth.

��Please, Daddy, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseeeee–” your daughter whines, violet eyes wide as she juts her bottom lip out to pout.

“Please, what?” You question, glancing between the two. Suguru rolls his eyes, rising to his feet.

“She wants to put bows in my hair,” your husband mutters. You burst into a fit of giggles because you know exactly what’s going to happen next.

“What color, Hima?” Suguru asks her, moving past you to find the hair accessory drawer you keep on the bathroom shelves for your little girl.

Just what you knew would happen. What Himari wants, Himari gets. Especially when it comes to Suguru. He has said no to his daughter maybe three times in her entire six years of life. Your daughter folds her arms across her chest, closing her eyes and knitting her brows together in concentration (because this question is so very important) and God, she looks so much like her father it almost makes you emotional. Your hands find your belly, rubbing soothing circles over the soon to be new addition to the family as you observe your husband kneeling down again with the blue and purple bows that your daughter chose for him.

Himari tucks Suguru’s hair behind his ears, holding it in place by clipping a blue bow on one side and a purple bow on the other. Then Suguru does the same to hers – one blue and one purple bow to match his. He then lifts her, holding her tightly as Himari wraps her arms around his neck.

“Ready, Mommy!” They announce in unison.

- - - - - - - -

“Promise to take lots of pictures, Sugu,” you nag as your husband guides you slowly and carefully down the stairs. Himari waits impatiently at the bottom of the steps.

“Yeah, yeah. I will.”

“Suguru, I’m serious!”

He laughs, amused by the way you’re frowning. He won’t lie, everything you do while pregnant is adorable to him. He knows he shouldn’t go out of his way to annoy you, but you’re so cute and round with his baby, he can’t help it! “Yes, I know, love. I’ll take a lot of pictures.”

“Okay, good. Pictures of both of you, too. So I can frame them.”

“Yesssss, okay.”

Suguru helps you off down the last step, hands finding your belly and rubbing gentle circles. Your son kicks at his palms and he can’t help but feel his heart swell with pride. He can’t wait to hold his son the same way he held his daughter soon. Your sighing pulls Suguru from his daydreams, and he sees you staring up the staircase because he knows you likely won’t have the energy to try and get back up the stairs while he’s out. You’ll probably sleep on the sofa until he’s back and able to help you get up to bed safely. It’s become sort of a routine in these last few weeks.

Suguru leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head, a promise that he’ll take care of you when he gets home. He turns his attention to his eager daughter.

“Ready to go, Princess?”

She nods excitedly.

“Wait!” You exclaim. “Let me get a picture before you leave!”

“Babe, we’re going to be late…” Suguru groans, scooping Himari into his arms.

You roll your eyes, lifting your phone anyway. “Don’t care, smile!”

Himari beams, Suguru grins and again…twins. You snap a few photos, knowing it will only take Himari only a few seconds before her cute smile morphs into an expression that looks like she’s in pain.

“Okay!” Satisfied with your pictures, you hurry over to your husband, kissing your daughter’s cheek before Suguru gives you a quick peck on the lips. “I love you both so much. Have fun, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy!” Hima agrees, nodding with determination.

“We will, baby. I love you. Get off your feet and rest, please,” Suguru chides. “Call me if you need me. If you can’t reach me, call Satoru or Shoko, okay?”

“I will,” you reassure him, because beneath his calm request, you can hear the apprehension in his voice. These days, he’s hesitant to leave you alone for too long in case you go into labor while he’s gone. But this night is important to Himari, and with a little (a lot) of pushing, you’d finally convinced him to go.

You wave goodbye to your husband and daughter as they head out of the front door for the night. And maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, but as you take a seat on the couch and pull up social media to share the photo of your husband and daughter, tears begin to fall. 

Himari has grown so much, and you are proud of the young girl she’s becoming. You wouldn’t be able to do this without the man who has been there with you through it all. You are so lucky to have Suguru – as a husband, as the father of your children. You can hardly believe there was ever a time where he doubted that he would excel at being a dad. These pictures are evidence enough that he was always going to be the best dad he could be. He would do anything for you, your daughter, for you, your son, your family.

With one hand you rub your belly, you sniffle quietly as you speak, “I can’t wait to take pictures like this with you, my sweet Yori…”

You hit ‘Send’ on your post, the photo of Suguru and Himari with matching outfits, matching hairbows, and matching smiles uploading with the caption: “Look at my cuties! Baby’s first Daddy-Daughter dance! ❤️”

[zeezelweazel]

LOVED the last Leah smut it got me thinking would you be interested in writing something inspired by the new Dyson commercial that one scene where she's on her knees?

Leah Williamson| Sore Loser|

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I know it's been a while since that commercial but... we were all thinking it don't lie

TW: strap on use, praise kink, mommy kink, light bondage, degradation, taking pictures during sex,

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Your girlfriend is insanely competitive. Leah is always doing the most to win whenever there's any sort of competition. Especially when it comes to football. It doesn't matter if it's an important match or a friendly, Leah wants to win. But that's not how football works. Losing is a part of the game.

A part of the game Leah definitely doesn't know how to handle.

The skipper all but slapped your hand away when you went to her after the final whistle. You watched with a frown as she went straight for the tunnels, ignoring or snapping at anyone who tried to talk to her.

This is why the blonde is in this position right now. It's not a punishment, you know that's not what Leah needs, just a little something to help her forget about the match and arsenal's horrible performance.

"You look so pretty baby, taking my cock like a good slut."

Leah whines and tries to hide her face in her arms that are tied in front her. Your girlfriend always looked amazing from this view. Ass up, exposing her wet pussy for you to take, with her upper body pushed down on the bed. What makes it even better though is the gorgeous jersey she is currently wearing. It belongs to you with your number and your last name proudly printed on the back. You pull the fabric down a little bit, just to make sure that you can see your name clearly before you start slowly grinding your hips against Leah's.

You've teased the blonde quite a lot today and you're more than impressed with how well she's taken it. You've been completely still inside her for some time now, simply content on snapping pictures of her rather than actually fucking her. Leah is dripping, her juices smeared on her inner thighs and her muscles twitch pathetically at the slightest of movement.

You enjoy having her like this, when she's so desperate a single touch sends her into overdrive.

You rub the soft flesh of her ass appreciatively and hum in delight when Leah's breath hitches. The slow grind of your hips doesn't stop as you start to paw and squeeze at her ass and Leah whimpers and squirms. She mumbles something, her voice muffled by her hands. "I didn't hear you baby."

Leah throws a glance over her shoulder, her blue eyes full of desperate tears when they meet yours, and she whines needily.

"Please mommy, fuck me. I need you."

You grin menacingly when Leah finally begs like the sweet girl she is. You pull out all the way before slamming back in with a powerful thrust. Leah moans loudly and her head falls back down in between her tied hands. You go with slow but hard and deep thrusts making sure to hit all the spots that make her squeal and scream. You groan at the sight of the usually dominant captain on her knees for you moaning and whining like a whore and you pick up your phone once more this time angling the phone so you can capture her greedy cunt swallowing your strap. Leah clenches hard around the strap when she hears the clicking sound of your phone's camera and you smirk down at her.

"God you're such a pathetic slut for mommy." Leah doesn't answer but you don't expect her too, the blonde's brain so high on pleasure that the only thing she can do is moan and scream for you. After you put your phone down you rub over her clit with your free hand and thrashes against the soft sheets of the bed.

"Oh god! Please mommy I wanna come!"

You offer nothing but a chuckle at Leah's pleas as you continue to pound her into the mattress mercilessly. You feel Leah's clit throb against your fingers and you push her head against the sheets when the blonde starts begging again. Leah gets the message and shuts up, hoping that she can hold on long enough because the last thing she wants is to come without permission. You feel the other end of the strap pushing deep in you and you chase your own high, forgetting about Leah for a while.

You groan and grip Leah's hips tightly while your hips stutter and your pace turns fast and sloppy. "You're so fucking tight baby. I'm gonna to come. You want mommy to come inside your pretty cunt?"

"Yes, please!"

You moan quietly and topple over leah as you feel your orgasm approach quickly. Leah on the other hand couldn't fight back her tears. She was bitting her lip hard trying not to come, she oh so desperately wants to be a good girl for you. You take a while to gather yourself after you come. When you do you turn your head towards Leah, moving her hair away from her face and you coo when you notice the tear tracks on her cheeks. You press chaste kisses on her skin and rub her clit again. Leah moans and grinds her hips down on your hand. You pull back to focus on your thrusts not wanting to tease Leah any longer.

"Come for me pretty girl. I know you want to."

Leah comes with a scream after a few seconds but you don't stop your movements, helping Leah ride out her high. After a few minutes of pressing soft kisses all over Leah's face you pull out slowly.

You always feel bad whenever Leah looses a match. Mainly because of how sad she gets. But when you think about how she lets you ravish her after you secretly hope arsenal looses every game.

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[signanothername]

do you think dream might also have some sort of chronic pain? nightmares legs are like obviously really messed up from corruption, but like being in stone for more than 400 (or 500 I kinda forgot how long he was in stone for) years has gotta do something to your joints or bones. Probably maybe not something as painful as what nightmare goes through, but I’d expect it to be painful or discomforting nonetheless

ACTUALLY YESSSSS ANON I DO THINK DREAM IS IN CHRONIC PAIN TOO!!!

And they’re definitely joints, definitely suffers from some sorta arthritis, being frozen in place for so long can be debilitating, and allow me to say that I love to think Dream also wasn’t just able to move around like he just wasn’t frozen for 500 years when he got free

Like I absolutely love to think he barely could move at all when he first got out of his prison, he definitely was in so much pain too, and absolutely struggled to move his limbs, like I wholeheartedly believe he just lay there without moving for a while (all while his mind was on overdrive as his memories got back to him as to what the hell happened)

And well, that pain as well as stiffness, especially in his joints just stuck with him, he now also struggles a lot of the time with moving too much or working, and sometimes the pain can amp up to the point he just can’t move at all, literally would cry from the pain, he’d force himself to stay as still as possible as to not irritate his pain even more

And unlike Nightmare, who’s pain is mostly just his back and legs, Dream’s pain is in every and each joint in his body, from every vertebrae in his spine, to every finger joint in his hands

Now take that and include Dream’s archery in the mix :)

One of the biggest things about archery is that you have to have strong flexible joints to be able to use a bow without any problems, not to mention, using it excessively can cause joint stiffness/pain, so I think it’d be easy to imagine how hellish using a bow is for Dream

But Dream had to learn how to use it effectively with his disability if he wanted to survive, the reason Dream picks up archery specifically is both cause it holds sentimental value to him as he used to play archery with Nightmare, and cause he knows he needs a long range weapon when Nightmare got his tentacles, he can’t be too careless and be at close proximity to his brother when he’s trying to kill him

So even tho there’s so much in his way, Dream managed to learn how to use a bow effectively all the same

It doesn’t mean he never faces any problems when fighting with his bow, Dream has great aim, but even then he’d sometimes miss his target just cause of the pain/stiffness he has, and sometimes it irritates his joints so much that he’s just unable to keep fighting and so he just retreats

I like to think Dream never even knew how to make his pain better at all, he never knew how to treat it, so for the longest time he just lived with it, until he met Swap, and well, he finally understood that he doesn’t need to just live with it and that there are methods to treat the pain, so now he wears braces under his clothes most the time, especially his wrists, arms and knees, he sometimes uses heat/cold therapy and he’s definitely on pain medications on a daily basis

Damn this boi needs a break

[yanderes-galore]

Mind if I ask for a yandere romantic concept of Luffy from one piece, please??? He needs more love and I'm desperate XD 🦢

I am HOPING I did this man justice. Hope you enjoy it either way though.

Extra Concept About Rivals Here

Yandere! Monkey D. Luffy Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Clingy behavior, Jealousy, Manipulation, Violence, Attempted murder, Blood, Delusional behavior, Dubious/Forced relationship

I feel Luffy struggles to entirely understand romantic love.

He cares for his crew and loves them like they're found family.

Yet with you, the feeling seems... stronger?

He doesn't entirely get it, Even when Sanji attempts to explain it.

Although, knowing the cook, he probably explained it like some romance tale.

Which just left Luffy a bit confused.

Let's discuss yandere type.

I can definitely say Luffy is a protective yandere.

He's caring and can read you well.

Naturally, like with most of his crew, Luffy would move heaven and Earth to protect you and see you smile.

He just enjoys seeing you smile.

I'm pretty sure he'd do anything to see you happy.

Luffy seems like a simple character.

He doesn't think things through, he's reckless, oblivious at times, carefree...

But he cares a lot about those he views as family.

Simple minded maybe, yet he's a loyal and compassionate leader.

Luffy's obsession would manifest in a simple way at first.

He doesn't think much of it.

He's excited to be around you, always wants to spend time with you, he's protective of you when you explore new islands...

He's oblivious and doesn't see anything wrong or special about this.

In fact, his crew may notice his behavior before him.

To anyone else, it looks like Luffy has a crush whenever he stares at you longingly.

He's usually always smiles and laughs, yet with you he seems extra excited.

Others may also notice Luffy being more... clingy.

He's extra affectionate with you.

There's many times Luffy will pull you into hugs and neglect his other crewmates.

It's like whenever you're around, he latches on to you.

He doesn't see anything different or wrong with it too.

Even with jealousy... He understands he gets upset when he sees others so close to you.

But he doesn't entirely understand why other than thinking you could be hurt?

Or maybe he knows he wants your attention, but isn't sure why.

He's quite the clueless and oblivious yandere at times.

He might have a better idea of it later after the timeskip.

But until then he just thinks you two are really close friends or something.

It's not like he's ever had a proper example, y'know?

He's seen flirting, kissing, attractive people...

Yet he just doesn't get it.

I feel this man is not only clueless when it comes to romantic feelings and dating... but also anything past that.

He just knows he likes being around you, he likes holding you, he likes it when you smile...

He hates sharing... He gets anxious when away from you... He feels he has to follow you around...

Recently he's been staring at your lips lately, which is a bit weird...

I feel someone would have to explain to him what he's feeling.

Hell, even if you were flirting with him or was just being affectionate, he's confused.

Although he often finds himself thinking back on it later.

Once it's explained to him, he has a better idea on what he's feeling...

Then his obsession goes into overdrive.

He's now curious on how to properly explore such feelings towards you.

He may even ask you about it.

He isn't sure what couples do, so maybe without your knowledge, he'd just treat you like you're already together.

As he's properly understanding his feelings, Luffy does not let you go.

He's clingy and craves attention from his obsession.

His hugs are suffocating due to his anatomy.

That and ever since he learned what his feelings could mean... He gets into fights with his crew and others more often.

It usually happens when you're talking to people and there's some playful language.

It might not even be flirting.

Only for Luffy to appear out of nowhere with a glare.

He becomes like an irritated guard dog at times.

I'm pretty sure Luffy would kill a man if left unsupervised.

He's easily jealous and also can easily be set off.

When it comes to protecting those he loves, Luffy would do anything.

He doesn't care much about blood on his hands.

What he cares about is you being safe.

Or to be more specific... safe, happy, and by his side.

As stated in a previous concept, you should probably start prying him off people when he's set off.

If you'd like them to live.

You'd have no idea about you two "dating", but Luffy's convinced dating is just what you two have been doing this whole time.

Although, you get hints when he asks about what partners and couples do.

When you answer, his response is simple and oddly innocent.

"Can we do that?"

Even if you try to let him off easy, he doesn't believe you.

He's admittedly a bit cute with how affectionate and clueless he is.

But he's just so dangerous.

You don't expect him to hurt you, yet those who aren't you are an entirely different story.

Luffy would never let you leave the crew.

Even when the timeskip happens, He will latch onto you.

He's pleading and refuses to let go.

Good luck prying a rubber man off you.

He's just going to coil tighter until you give up.

Luffy probably kidnaps but doesn't consider what he did to be that.

Manipulating you onto the boat with guilt trips and force isn't kidnapping in his eyes.

Again, he's oblivious and clueless.

Beating someone to a bloody pulp isn't attempted murder to him.

He's just protecting you and showing that you're partners!

Partners must be loyal to one another!

That's what he's heard, at least...

God FORBID another crew or island takes you as a hostage.

Luffy would demolish them to take you back.

He can have bloodlust when he's pushed.

Overall, I always saw Luffy as a rather clueless and oblivious yandere.

He's affectionate, clingy, some may call him cute and loyal...

Yet even when clueless half the time and not intentionally malicious or possessive, he is a dangerous man on the seas and land when it comes to you.

[judeswhore]

yess just snuggling on the sun loungers even though it’s too warm and stealing little kisses when u think ur friends aren’t paying attention

i need to be his summer gf soooo bad, also this is kinda inspired by this post

the second you settled onto the lounger beside jude he was tugging your legs over his lap, the arm closest to you rising to rest against the back of the seat, his other lying heavily over your legs. he patted your hip once, eyes dropping to the drink you were holding and raised his eyebrows.

“that’s like the fifth cocktail i’ve seen you with.” he pointed out, an amused tilt to the corner of his lips. you could only shrug in reply and tipped the straw towards his mouth in an offering. while he sipped at the fruity drink you tried to press in closer to him, unbothered by the heat as you felt his bare skin against your own. you practically stuck against him but he looked so irresistible you couldn’t bring yourself to care about being uncomfortable.

jude had discarded his shirt, in fact you’d warn it for the most part of the day but now it was tucked away in your beach bag, the sun much too hot for any layers. his bare chest was sinfully inviting, already glowing from the sun, shoulders and biceps so broad and big you had found it difficult concentrating whenever you’d looked at him. pair that with the fact his shorts hung so low you could see the peak of his calvin’s and your mind was in overdrive, filthy thoughts filling your head every time you got a glimpse.

“it’s bottomless, i’m gonna drink them dry.” you told him as you took your own sip. he only hummed in light acknowledgment, the palm of his hand smoothing over the bare skin of your thigh. despite being surrounded by your friends and countless people who had been taking pictures all afternoon, jude had no qualms about touching you, his levels of pda only seeming to have increased.

“i’m gonna be mad if i have to carry you back to our room.”

“i’m too pretty for you to get mad at me.” you teased, attempting to hide your grin by sucking the straw back between your lips. jude cocked his head and raised his brows, slipped his hand a little further up your thigh. his fingers grazed the curve of your ass and goosebumps rose in their wake, heat pooling in your tummy.

“oh yeah?”

“uh huh and i’m wearing your favourite bikini. makes it even harder for you.” your words had jude’s eyes dropping down, gaze raking over your somewhat exposed boobs. you’d specifically chosen an overly small bikini with the intent of winding your boyfriend up, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself whenever he saw you. it had worked well so far. heat flickered behind his eyes and you felt his attention like soft fingers across your skin. you purposely pressed your chest out a little further and jude let out a soft laugh.

“it definitely makes something hard for me.” he gave a quick squeeze to your ass before letting his palm brush back down your thigh. knee to ass and back, a repeated motion that was both loving and teasing at once. the comment made you roll your eyes and his reply was a soft pinch to your hip. “don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“don’t be a perv then.”

“oh, you wanna play that game, babe?” he asked, a cocky edge to his voice.

jude’s lips tipped into a smirk and he pulled you closer until you were almost nose to nose. his eyes had that teasing glint and you were trying not to laugh before he’d even said anything. the arm he’d had over the back of the lounger falling to hook around your waist and settle on your hip furthest from his body.

“who’s the one that sat on the bathroom counter all morning to watch me shower? hm? and hid my clothes just so she could see me in a towel? and who’s the one that begged me to leave my shirt in the room so she could eye me like a piece of meat? oh and let’s not forget about how many times you’ve slapped my arse today.” you were giggling behind your straw, shrugging your shoulders innocently as his smile grew, a breathy laugh trickling from his own lips at your feigned innocence. “and don’t think i haven’t seen you staring at my dick all afternoon so don’t give me all that perv bullshit when you’re the biggest one i’ve ever met.”

“i can’t help that it’s always staring at me.” you mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. his smile got a little wider in response. “you should wear better shorts.” you kissed the other side, sliding your free hand over the warm skin of his shoulder and then down his bicep.

“and ruin your day? i’d be an awful boyfriend.” jude teased, hand skirting back up your thigh and over your ass. the tips of his fingers slipped beneath the tiny string of your bikini bottoms and he toyed with the material. “you’d die of deprivation after the first hour.” you were peppering kisses over his jaw and his words wavered a little when you sunk your teeth playfully into his skin, sucked a mark when you knew you really shouldn’t.

“i wouldn’t even last the hour.” jude laughed at that and turned his head to press his mouth firmly over yours. he kissed you soft and slow, a gentle caress of his lips over yours at first before he was tilting his head and deepening the kiss. you gave a quiet moan that he eagerly swallowed, his palm sliding halfway up your spine to hold you against him. his other hand was still resting on the curve of your ass and you knew he was itching to let it wander into more inappropriate places.

“fuck sake, d’you two have to keep doing that?” you’re not sure which of jude’s friends that had come from, their words mocking behind their groan. almost in sync, lips parting reluctantly, you and jude flipped your middle fingers at the group, your boyfriend easily catching the pillow that had been lobbed your way before it could hit you in the face.

there was an unamused glower on his face at being interrupted and so you kissed his cheek, pressed the straw of your cocktail against his lips. his gaze met yours again as he sucked and you cocked your head towards the ocean.

“y’wanna go for a swim?”

[golden1u5t]

headcannons | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: fluff

ꨄ summary: over-protective!spencer x pregnant!reader headcannons: when he finds out you’re having a baby.

the day you found out you were expecting, spencer went into overdrive. he was already pretty protective of you but now that there's a baby involved? he's like a bear protecting its cubs.

goes to the internet first and reads articles about becoming a dad but eventually ends up going to will and asking him that's how everyone finds out.

probably ask you if you need anything like a million times a day, at work or at home. sometimes asks you the same thing over just in case you change your mind about it. and if he goes to the store he'll get you the same thing you said you didn't want just because he knows you'll probably change your mind.

""angel?" "yes, spence?" "are you sure you don't need any water?"

the further along you get, the more cautious he becomes. never leaves your side for longer than he as to and when he does, he calls every five minutes to check on you.

one day he caught you in the kitchen trying to pick up pieces of a plate you had just broken and his heart almost went into cardiac arrest.

"what are you doing?" he screeched, one hand on your lower back and the other hand taking the broken glass from your hands. he'd led you to a stool and made you sit down while he cleaned it up.

after that day he started to baby proof everything, he cut up pool noodles and placed them on the edges of things and he'd moved all of the dishes lower so you could reach them better

i think instead of you nesting, he does it for you. he'd let you sit on the couch and change everything you wanted to be changed without a protest.

when it came to the baby's room, the most he'd let you do was sit in a chair and watch him while you ate your fruits.

you didn't mind at all though, not when all you had to do was sit, look pretty, and keep your baby safe.

bonus: i think he definitely passes out when he sees the baby come out. because how can something that big come out of a hole that small?

[estrellayluna]

In Another Life pt. 2

Nanami Kento

synopsis : As Nanami catches a glimpse of you entering Saturo's vehicle, he sets the remaining time he has left of his break to track you down. Leaving Kuina high and dry.

(Visuals will be linked, click the underlined links!)

Kento knew his stare was burning into the back of Saturo's head. The palm of his hand almost crushing his phone as his eyes follows the car you were in drive out of his view. Nanami's mind going all over places as to why suddenly you knew of Saturo, his colleague that resides on the other side of the building. He could feel his body go full overdrive with heatwaves engulfing him whole.

Have you been seeing Saturo? For how long? Nanami can't recall you ever being introduced to him. Hell introduced to anyone other than his other colleagues back down a few floors before being promoted.

Checking the time, Namami's lunch break is just soon to start. Grabbing his keys and blazer, Nanami only has his mind on you.

Kuina felt like such weight was lifted from her shoulders the night Nanami called her stating that you finally knew of their affair. No more sneaking around their work place to steal quick kisses from each other. Or the quick brush of their hands as they walk past each other.

She knew it was just about time she had to take matters into her own hands when she realized Nanami was still having his doubts at times when he came over to her place some late nights. But would drown them away before he realizes how morally wrong it all was with the quick acts of seduction and words she knew he wanted to hear.

Kuina also knew that some at the office had caught wind to what was happening between them, sparking immediate gossip. Though she could care less. Her act to play innocent stood still until one bore of a day did a fellow colleague of hers, Nina, vaguely asked her about it. She was impressed at Kuina's boldness. As she detailed about the affair left Nina the thrill for more, every ounce of moral leaving her body for just some juicy intel. Sparking a vile bond between the two.

It was Nina's idea to be the one who "so called" exposes the both of them. Seeking more thrill from her already boring life. She couldn't care less at the fact she's contributing to destroying another woman's marriage. For if she was in Kuina's place she would have totally also gladly seek out the handsome man like Nanami was, married or not.

So as Nina found herself with nothing to do after finishing her own pile of work whilst there was a meeting consisting the majority of the staff to be locked away in a conference room, she found herself making her way to Nanami's office doors with vile intent.

It was just like any other time she had to drop things over for Nanami. Except this time she planned to snoop around for anything on his wife.

When Nina brought up her idea to Kuina, she was impressed by Nina's erratic effort. Like having done her dirty work for her.

Kuina had many failed attempts to get a glimpse of Nanami's phone when it was unlocked. Each time she would get close, the sound of Nanami's footsteps could be heard indicating his return from being out the room.

Kuina finally thought her schemes could be put to rest now having the thing she sought after the most after months. Nanami.

So she couldn't understand why just as she came back from picking up food for the both of them and eat lunch together as she had planned and he promised, did Nanami walk past her without glancing her way.

_

The ride to the clinic was short but helpful. If it weren’t for Gojo’s kindness in helping you out, you’d definitely be late to your appointment. And being late to things was something you obtained from Nanami.

While the ride was short, Gojo was thoughtful to remove his blazer and storing it the trunk of his car. To help minimize the aroma of his cologne and was also considerate to roll his windows down just for you.

“So if I may ask, is everything alright? You aren’t sick are you? I honestly didn’t expect you to say you needed to be dropped off at a clinics office” Gojo had ask you, you smile over at him taking glances at the man.

“Well I hope to find everything alright soon enough after my checkup,” you say while turning back to face the window watching as you get close to your said destination.

“You know (Y/N)… I know this may be sudden but,” Gojo turns his head to look at you, still looking out the window. He takes note of the way your hair flows with the wind and how your eyelashes flutter each time you blink. He was in total awe.

“I was wondering if by chance you’d like to grab lunch sometime?” Gojo’s voice wavers just for a second until he turns to look back at the road, awaiting your response in hope you’d consider his offer. The moment of silence causes his hope to falter though.

In any other instance that you were to be invited to lunch with a man who looked as handsome as Gojo does, you’d be in total giddiness.

But in your current state you pitied yourself. If what is portrayed in media is true, Gojo will probably see you as a waste of time once he knew you were with child with another man.

“Gojo…” the tone of your voice makes him mentally prepare for the rejection to come “I would love to but I can’t at the moment.” You hands play with the hem of your shirt trying to not look at him because of the embarrassment of your forced rejection.

“It’s alright (Y/N), I can understand why,” Gojo exclaims reassuring you that it’s fine. In which you were grateful for.

Come to think of it, though you had reluctantly declined his offer earlier to take you wherever you needed to go, and clearly ended up accepting.

I can already hear the lecture Nanami will give me for getting into a car of practically a stranger.

Well, would have gave you.

Seeing the clinic come into view you take one last glance at Gojo, knowing it’ll probably be the last time you’ll see the man.

As he pulls into the parking lot of the clinic, Gojo takes notice at the fact it was not a regular doctors clinic. Planned Parenthood in front of him.

Noticing the silence that consumed the car you knew Gojo had seen it. Before finally breaking the awkward silence, Gojo’s words fill the silence first.

“I hope we can see each other again (Y/N),” his voice is as soft as a feather “if you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask me.”

He wanted you asked right in that moment. For though he had just met you a sudden void that once was empty inside of him felt an urge to protect you.

You eyes slightly open in shock at the offer. You were preparing for Gojo to send you off with judgement being the last thing you saw on his face.

Instead you were met with the look of gentleness in his eyes casted down on you.

-

Nanami returned to his office building with a distressed expression. He was fifteen minutes past his break. Coming back into his office, he saw Kuina there waiting for him. An annoyed look by him did not go unnoticed to her.

“Where did you go Nanami, you had promised me we’d eat together today! Now your food is all cold.” Kuina pouted at him with her arms crossed.

She expected him to walk over to her and apologize. It’s the least he can do

Looking over at her with a look on his face that he could care less. Not wanting to be bothered he dismisses her voice while walking back behind his desk preparing to finish all the tasks at hand.

Kuina gave him a questioning look before dramatically walking her way out of his office.

For him, nine pm could not come faster enough.

He needed to go home to you.

-

After coming home from your checkup, you made it your priority to get your personal belongings in order. Nanami hasn’t bothered to come back to your shared home for quite sometime. And if he does, he does so knowing you aren’t home.

So hearing the front door practically slam open you’re startled from your train of thought in the process of packing your belongings trying to get a head start knowing in just days you’ll be hearing back from the owner of an apartment you looked into.

Nanami’s footsteps were storming in the direction of your once shared bedroom, the door opening to his tall frame coming into your view. Uncertain of his behavior and unsure of what was going on, standing up you’re facing him just feet away.

“How do you know Saturo Gojo? Why were your with him?” Nanami’s sudden outburst of questions leave you almost confused.

“Nanami what the hell-,” you start but he just slowly started to make his way towards you, causing you to back away.

You have never seen him act this way. You didn’t even once think he could.

“Were you seeing him while we were together?” The question almost makes your heartbreak as if it was possible for the second time. He was accusing you of infidelity.

“What? No!” You wanted to explain but you felt it was no use. The man you once loved looked as if he was no longer there.

“Nanami, what has gotten into you?” Tearing forming in your eyes, you hands cover you mouth holding in your cries.

“I saw you with him today (Y/N), you had no business in getting into another man’s car when you’re a married woman!”

“Married? Nanami you were the one who went behind my back in having an affair with your coworker!” As he gets closer you get a faint smell of alcohol.

“Nanami, are you drinking again?” The questions stayed unanswered as he finally made his way to you, trying to make your way out the door you felt his hands harshly grab yours. You were scared. You knew he would never harm. You knew he couldn’t.

But as his grasp only tightened your hands desperately try to fight him off, but to no avail.

“Nanami please, let go of me!” Tears are really falling from your eyes now.

Can this truly be the man who you once talked about raising a family together someday? The man who promised you to fulfilled your dream in becoming a loving mother with him by your side?

Hands still desperately trying to push him away you began to get restless.

“Nanami let go of me,” with a look of despair in your face looking up at him “…please. I’m pregnant.”

He swore he saw your mothers eyes in yours.

Please promise to take care of my daughter Kento

-

10:15 pm

Gojo’s eyes kept looking over to you, and then your wrists. They were slightly bruised from what he can tell. Holding yourself, your body language was frail and tired.

He answered your call at the third ring, your shaky and low toned voice were the only thing that he needed to hear for him to get up frantically from his bed and make his way to you. And he wasted absolutely no time.

Now that’s where you find yourself. Laying on the man you had just met that same day bed. And though you were beyond grateful Gojo was there for you in a heartbeat, you feel completely and utterly alone. With family scattered throughout the country, and a life growing inside of you. You couldn’t just pull insane amount of savings you had accumulated for yourself. All the next choices you were going to face all trickle down on how the it’ll affect the baby inside of you.

The baby.

Memories of when you and your mother flood your mind. The way she always mentioned she couldn’t wait for the day she has her first grandchild. How your baby will have her unconditional love.

For her baby to have a baby.

Though your heart ached your body was incapable of any more tears. Just sniffles consumes the tall ceilings of Saturo’s bedroom. Letting them faintly echo towards the living room where Gojo does not catch an ounce of rest checking in on your every twenty some minutes for his own peace of mind.

-

‘(y/n)….(y/n)’

Your eyes flutter open to be met with your mothers.

‘Mom?’ you find yourself in a bed of grass. The moonlight shining bright upon you, tall trees with wind calmly brush through leaves.

‘(Y/N), I’ve been waiting for you my love.’

A sudden wave of nostalgia fills you. ‘Is this real?’

The sound of your moms soft laughter fills your ears.

‘As real as I’m allowed to’

The angst in your voice causes it to crack as you dream about feeling your mothers touch again.

You can see your mothers face change as she senses your sadness.

‘(Y/N), what’s wrong my dear?’

‘I’m sorry, mommy I didn’t mean to disappoint you’

The events you experienced earlier flood back into your mind, it was everything that your mother feared and hoped you never found yourself in.

‘Oh sweetie you didn’t, you were everything I ever wanted you to be. I looked over you handle everything with grace’

Her hand went up to wipe away your tears. But the phantom feeling never came.

‘In another life,’ your mothers voice getting noticeably further ‘I’d be there ever step of the way with you. In this one, I’ll be looking over you’

Gojo’s hand hovers over his door handle, hearing your faint cries longing to comfort you.

-

Slow burn obviously don’t work around here

@kalopsia-flaneur @thisbitchisblindasf @joyouart @overthebox @sadmonke @nikki-is-a-nerd @bubblysunwoosworld @patpatspatz @emmaiscool22 @kawaiivillainess98 @suckerforv @nanamin-chan @younglingslayer2020 @utakamo

[monst]

Day 8: Got Milk

Lactation | Omega! Jason Todd 

Warnings: Alpha or Beta. Reader (You choose), Lactation, Uh, Milk drunk? Mutual pining, Reader is tit-matized you're lucky he likes you lmao. Major Idiots in Love vibes.

WC: 850

  God, you felt like such a pervert. Jason was upset for fucks sake and all you could focus on was his glorious rack. His tits bulged scrumptiously from beneath the form-fitting tanktop. His pretty lips were curved in a frown. Right, Jason is upset…. 

  Dear lord, he was leaking through the red shirt, two pretty little damp spots above his hard nipples. Man were thirsty, was your throat always this dry? His hands were gesticulating. He was really really upset but..  they bounced—the heavyweight of them jiggling with every flail of his arms. 

    “And now my fucking tits hurt.” He finishes, his green eyes looking at you expectantly. Whatever he was going on about you could somewhat surmise. Sue you for being distracted. Something-something Jason and the 'Batfam's' monthly tiff something-something huge blowout that most likely ended with Jason storming out saying ‘We're not pack’. Which brought a heavy-breasted Todd-Wayne to your door. You didn't think your dopey grin was appropriate at the moment but you were glad your omega came to you for comfort.

    Well, he wasn’t exactly your omega, not yet at least but apart from a roll of his eyes at your ogling; he’d been acting odd and all your instincts screamed at you to find out what was wrong and fix it. His thick arms crossed underneath his bust as he fixed you with another unimpressed stare. 

   “Sorry,” At least you had the decency to sound bashful. “Right, they're all assholes”

    “Thanks (Name) you always know what to say.” He drawled. 

   “Of course~” At your easy grin he begins to relax, stiff shoulders sinking back onto the loveseat. There's still a crease between his brows and you let him come to a decision. He'll either tell you what's up or he'll come up with an excuse and bolt. He's biting his lips and peeking at you red climbing up his cheeks. He sets his jaw and it looks like he’s gonna spill. “Do you want some milk” he rushes out. 

   If you'd had a drink you would've spat it out. What!? The damp spots have begun to drip, little rivers down to his abs. He crosses his arms over the shirt to hide them. His eyes are slitted again. “What do you mean?”

     “My stupid body is producing milk on overdrive, apparently it thinks I've been abandoned.” He huffs. 

     “I don't own a pump” he looks at you like you're stupid. You probably are, of course, you don't have one you're not an omega. You gulp, nervous excited! “Like from the nip”

   “You can say no” he breathes out quickly. 

   “No! I mean yes! Of course” your next swallow is also dry, you're absolutely parched. He's muttering to himself and you catch parts of his tirade. ‘You're so obvious (Name)’ 'Could at least pretend to not want it so bad' ‘It's kinda embarrassing.’ You risk a teasing remark now that you know he isn’t in any danger. Well, any danger except for maybe further embarrassment. “Mhmm yet here you are~”

     “I'll leave”  “No please don't! I want to help!”

    You don't waste a second and plop yourself onto his lap helping him wiggle out of the wet shirt. His blush pink nipples are swollen, white drops clinging to the perky tips. He gasps when your palms come up to cup his heavy pecs. You press your thumb into the muscles and watch as he drips, down the darker skin of his areola, down the curve of his breast, and down down down. 

    “Hurry up already it hurts.” His next glare is letting you know that, that definitely wasn't a whine. Jason doesn't whine. It totally was a whine. You don't need to be told twice and you lean down to run your tongue up the trail at the base of his left tit and up. He pulls you closer when you swirl your tongue to collect the sweet drops from around his areola. 

     And when your mouth closes over his nipple he lets out a noise but you're not concerned with that because- Oh..  this might be the best thing you've ever tasted. He's sweet on your tongue, warm, and the texture?? Heavenly. You’re not sure when your eyes close, but you're groaning into his chest not pausing your swallows until you've drank him dry. 

   The milk settles in your belly and you pull back. And the world is suddenly slow when you blink at his flushed face. You think he's speaking but you're too busy latching on to his other nipple, cheeks hollowing to slurp at him lazily. You're full but you're too greedy. He’s so delicious. You want all of it. You let him know. 

  “You're not sharing this with anyone else okay?” You slur “Want all of your milk and all of you Jay” 

“Thought you'd never ask” 

“Oh so ya like me or something?” You hum around his nipple. 

“Of course, I wouldn't be here letting you suck on my tits if I didn't!?” He sounds scandalized. 

“Oh.. good…” he tastes so good, You pause mid-slurp “I like you too.”

“J-just shut up and drink.” 

“Mm”

Kinktober2024|Masterlist

[urdreamydoodles]

X-Men x Daughter!Reader's Dating Life

How they handle your dating life

These headcanons explore how eight famous X-Men approach being the parent of their 18-year-old daughter as she navigates the dating world.

Characters: Logan Howlett, Scott Summers, Remy LeBeau, Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Kurt Wagner & Emma Frost

Logan (Wolverine):

- Logan has always been protective of you, and now that you're 18 and starting to date, his instincts are in overdrive. He might act gruff and nonchalant about your dating life, but the truth is, he's keeping a close eye on anyone who shows interest in you. He’s likely to have a "friendly chat" with anyone you bring home, where "friendly" means sizing them up with those intense, steely eyes of his.

- Though Logan is fiercely protective, he understands that you need to make your own choices. He won’t interfere unless he sees red flags, but if someone hurts you, his claws won’t stay sheathed for long. However, he respects your independence, and after his initial growling, he’ll gruffly tell you, "As long as they treat you right, kid, I’m good."

- Logan might not give out relationship advice freely, but he’s always there when you need him. Over a beer (or in your case, soda), he’ll tell you stories from his past, cautioning you against the kinds of people who will take advantage of your kindness. His wisdom comes in the form of rough-edged grumbles, but underneath it all, Logan just wants to see you happy and safe.

Scott Summers (Cyclops):

- Scott is the definition of a dad who worries too much, especially now that you're starting to date. He’s always been structured and disciplined, and he expects the same level of responsibility from anyone you date. Before you even bring someone home, Scott’s already running scenarios in his head, calculating the safest and most responsible way to handle the situation.

- Your first serious relationship has Scott sitting you down for a long talk. He doesn’t want to come across as overbearing, but he will absolutely insist on open communication and making sure you know you can come to him for advice at any time. “I just want you to be with someone who respects you,” he’ll say, his tone firm but filled with genuine concern.

- When you bring your partner to meet him, Scott will grill them with pointed questions, but it’s all out of love. He wants to make sure they’re trustworthy, respectful, and, most importantly, that they make you happy. He’s likely to have a talk with them after the initial meeting, offering fatherly advice about how to treat you well, which is as intimidating as it is sincere.

Remy LeBeau (Gambit):

- Remy is much more laid-back about your dating life than most fathers, though that doesn’t mean he’s indifferent. He trusts your judgment, knowing you’ve inherited some of his charm and wit, but he’s always got his eye on whoever you’re seeing. He’ll joke around and tease you about your dates, calling you “ma petite” and making lighthearted comments like, “If dey don’t treat you right, I might have to show ‘em a trick or two.”

- As cool and casual as Remy can seem, he’s very perceptive. He’s got a knack for reading people, so he’ll quickly figure out whether your date is genuinely good for you or just putting on a front. He won’t be overbearing, but he’ll offer subtle advice in his smooth, charismatic way. If he ever sees you upset or hurt, his easygoing demeanor fades quickly, and you’ll see a much more serious side of him.

- Remy is also the kind of dad who loves embarrassing you in front of your date—lightly, of course. He’ll turn on the charm, maybe throw out a few anecdotes about your childhood, and wink at your partner in a way that’s both friendly and intimidating. At the end of the day, though, he just wants to see you happy, and if that means letting you explore relationships while keeping a watchful eye from the sidelines, he’s all for it.

Charles Xavier (Professor X):

- Charles approaches your dating life with calm wisdom, offering guidance rather than interference. He’s well aware that this stage of your life is crucial for your growth, and he trusts you to make decisions about who you choose to be with. However, that doesn’t stop him from subtly influencing the situation, making sure your partner is someone worthy of your intelligence, kindness, and strength.

- Charles would always remind you of the importance of mutual respect in relationships, giving thoughtful advice about emotional boundaries and communication. He’s more of a mentor in this area than a strict father figure, and he trusts that the lessons he’s taught you growing up will help you navigate the complexities of dating.

- When you bring someone home, Charles is unfailingly polite and gracious, but he has the ability to read your partner’s mind if he chooses to. Though he’d never do it without reason, he always ensures your safety, and if he senses any ill intent, he’ll act swiftly—discreetly handling the situation without ever letting you know he intervened.

Jean Grey:

- Jean is a supportive and empathetic mother when it comes to your dating life. She knows firsthand the complexities of emotions and relationships, so she offers you guidance without being overbearing. With her telepathy, she’s keenly aware of your feelings, and while she respects your privacy, she’s always ready to listen when you need advice or comfort.

- Jean is protective, but not in a controlling way. She'll want to meet anyone you're dating and will use her intuition to gauge their character. If she senses anything off, she’ll gently let you know, but she’ll always respect your decisions. "I just want you to be happy," she’ll say with a warm smile, offering her unconditional support.

- Jean is also great at helping you navigate the emotional ups and downs of relationships. She’ll sit with you for long heart-to-hearts, sharing her own experiences with love and loss, reminding you that it’s okay to make mistakes as long as you learn from them. You know she’ll always be in your corner, ready to comfort you if things go wrong, and celebrate with you when things go right.

Ororo Munroe (Storm):

- Ororo is a calm and nurturing mother, and that extends to how she handles your dating life. She trusts you and believes in giving you the space to make your own choices, but she’s always there when you need her. With her wisdom and serene nature, Ororo offers advice like gentle rain, never forcing her opinions on you but always guiding you in the right direction.

- When you start dating, Ororo takes the time to get to know your partner, but she’s not one to be intimidating or confrontational. Instead, she observes quietly, assessing how they treat you and making sure they respect you. If she ever feels they aren’t good enough, she’ll calmly talk to you about it, sharing her insights in a way that feels like a conversation, not a lecture.

- Ororo also encourages you to stay true to yourself. She’ll often remind you to never lose your independence or sense of self in a relationship. “Love is powerful,” she’ll tell you, “but it should never dim your light.” She’s always there to support you, whether you’re in the glow of new love or recovering from heartbreak, offering her wisdom and warmth through it all.

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler):

- Kurt is incredibly supportive and joyful when it comes to your dating life. As your father, he’s proud of the person you’ve become, and he trusts that you’ll choose someone who makes you happy. Kurt’s protective, but in a loving, non-intrusive way, often reminding you that you deserve to be treated with the same kindness and respect you give others.

- When you introduce your partner to him, Kurt is warm and welcoming, immediately putting them at ease with his charm and humor. He’s likely to engage them in conversation about faith, values, and their view on relationships, subtly making sure they’re worthy of you without being overbearing. “All I want, mein Schatz, is for you to be with someone who sees you as the blessing you are,” he’ll say, his words sincere and heartfelt.

- Kurt might surprise you by occasionally giving you romantic advice rooted in his own experiences. He’ll remind you to have faith in love but also caution you about the importance of trust and communication. He’s the type of father who’ll give you a hug and tell you how proud he is of you, whether you’re in love or learning from a breakup.

Emma Frost:

- Emma is fiercely protective and a bit more direct when it comes to your dating life. She’s not one to mince words, and while she respects your autonomy, she’ll let you know exactly how she feels about the people you’re dating. Emma’s sharp instincts and telepathy give her an immediate sense of who’s worthy of your time, and she won’t hesitate to tell you if she thinks someone is beneath you.

- She wants the best for you, and while she can come across as intimidating, her concern is rooted in love. “You deserve someone who can handle all that you are, darling,” she’ll say, fully expecting your partner to live up to those high standards. If your date is anything less than impressive, Emma won’t bother hiding her disappointment, but if they earn her respect, she’ll begrudgingly give them a nod of approval.

- Despite her cool exterior, Emma is deeply invested in your happiness. If you ever come to her with heartache, she’ll comfort you in her own way—strong, practical, and brutally honest, offering advice that’s tough but necessary. She’ll remind you of your worth and push you to never settle for anything less than what you deserve, making sure you come out of every situation stronger than before.

[unreliablesnake]

Vincent takes a liking to you, even though you’re loyal to your boss, Winston (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Summary: You're working closely with Winston, but the Marquis wants you for himself.

Note: I might write an actual chapter about the time Winston and Wick show up in Paris. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Part 2(ish)

Bedside Charon, you were one of Winston’s most trusted employees, an assassin who decided to settle for a quieter life–if there was anything that could be considered quiet in this line of work, that is.

Throughout the conversation, the Marquis’ eyes kept falling on you, watching you as a predator stalked its prey. Winston noticed too. You knew because he gave you a worried look at one point.

After he shot Charon and began to walk out of the room, he stopped next to you and said, “You’re coming with me.” It was an order, not a request. You gave your boss a desperate look, hoping he could say or do something to stop him, but he remained silent. “Are you loyal to the Table? If so, you come with me now. If not, you’ll get a bullet like your colleague,” the Marquis told you coldly.

You soon found out he was going straight back to Paris after this. “I don’t even have clothes or other stuff with me, let me–” you tried, but he stopped you, telling you that he would take you shopping once you arrived to France.

He kept his eyes on you the whole time. On the jet, you couldn’t look up from the magazine you had previously found without meeting his gaze. It was tough not knowing whether he wanted to kill you or study you like a lab rat. Neither sounded like a good option, but you would rather choose the latter to stay alive.

When you landed in Paris, he showed you he wasn’t kidding about the shopping. He had already asked one of his men there to get you something new to wear, along with some necessities you would need to freshen up. Then to your surprise he asked you if you would rather sleep or go shopping, and when you chose to get it over with, he took you to all the best places around the city.

Your entire body froze when he walked over to you to take a closer look at the elegant gown you were wearing in a boutique, his fingers running down from your shoulder to your hips. You gulped, definitely not happy to have this kind of attention, but you didn't say anything. You were like a deer in the headlight, frozen from fear.

For whatever reason, the Marquis insisted on you staying in the bedroom next to his. He told you about his plans for the next day or so, expecting you to follow him around wherever he went, always wearing some fancy clothes.

In the evening his chef prepared delicious meals for the two of you, and he kept you close the whole night, his fingers not-so-accidentally brushing against yours every now and then. It was hard to believe it, but he was clearly flirting with you. Even though a part of you found it flattering, you still couldn't understand what he wanted from you exactly.

He took you to the Opera the next day, but instead of focusing on the performance of the dancer, his eyes were locked on you. “You are beautiful, my love,” he said at one point, shocking you with the pet name. “Do you know why I brought you here?” You didn't know if he was referring to Paris or the opera, but you still shook your head.

Since he didn't elaborate until you got back to his place, your mind was in overdrive by the time you entered his mansion. “Why did you bring me here?” you asked him before he could disappear. Instead of answering, he just smiled at you then pulled you into a kiss.

It was terrible, really. You knew that Winston would be utterly disappointed in you if he found out, but you couldn't resist the Marquis' charm. When his fingers began to look for the zipper of your dress, you knew you were a goner.

[pikatrainer99]

Let's talk about Barry for a minute.

This boy is so underappreciated and gets way too much hate just for being ADHD incarnate (or as the haters say, "his hyperactive squirrel brain"). The haters also don't recognize that Barry actually has a character arc in the games. He learns the importance of slowing down throughout his journey, especially after his loss to Jupiter at Lake Acuity. He had been one step ahead of the player the whole game, but this loss actually makes him stop and think things through for a bit, deciding to take his time and train up more. As a result, the player is the one to get the last Gym Badge and make it to the League first. Also, let's not forget that Barry had the patience (and probably hyperfocus) to get a MUNCHLAX and a HERACROSS from the honey trees...y'know, the two RAREST honey tree Pokémon...? Yeah...that takes PATIENCE. Even I don't have the patience for that...but I'm also a very impatient person myself (I blame my parents, who are also impatient, for passing it on to me and my brothers), my "now now now" attitude has driven my family crazy millions of times by now, but I digress.

Something else that's important to mention is Barry's personality (other than his ADHD traits, that is). This kid is a genuinely good guy. He's the player's best friend and that doesn't stop when he becomes the player's rival. He gives the player tips, he doesn't look down on the player or bully them, he's always excited to see them whenever they cross his path, is genuinely happy for them when they get their last Gym Badge and says he won't be far behind, etc. Barry also genuinely loves Pokémon, they are his friends, not tools for battle. He gets angry when around Team Galactic because of how they treat Pokémon, he went into empathy overdrive for Uxie's suffering after losing to Jupiter at Lake Acuity, etc. And he gets excited and happy when around people who love Pokémon as much as he does, like the player and Gym Leaders, for example. Barry also NEVER gives up, which is definitely a great character trait, especially for a rival character. He's set on his goal and nothing can pull him away from it, not even multiple losses to the player. It makes me feel less bad about beating him because I know he's just gonna bounce back each time and try again. That's just how Barry is and he's my favorite friendly rival because of it. I never feel like I'm crushing his dreams like I do with Hop, for example. Instead I'm making him stronger, both in resolve, and as a Trainer.

That doesn't mean that he doesn't have a sad side to him though...because he does. He has daddy issues, BIG TIME. This kid's whole motivation is to get strong enough to challenge and defeat his dad, Tower Tycoon Palmer. He wants to be acknowledged by his dad SO BADLY that in Pokémon Masters he straight-up TELLS YOU that the reason he keeps fining people is because he wants to use the fines he collects to build his own Battle Tower because, in his mind, that's the way to get acknowledgement from his dad. But no one ever takes him seriously (most likely because of how often he does this, how much money he asks for, and also the fact that he's a CHILD), so he never gets any money. I'll be honest, my heart broke for this poor kid during that conversation. I used to think that Barry's "I'm fining you 10 million Pokédollars!" was just his way of expressing annoyance or even just a verbal tic of sorts...but in Masters it's revealed that he's dead serious when he says those things, all because he's so desperate for his dad's approval that he wants to make him proud by building and running his own Battle Tower. Again, he's a CHILD! That shouldn't be any child's goal, especially not for something all kids deserve, which is parent approval! As someone who is ALSO constantly seeking my own dad's approval, this conversation hit home for me. My dad doesn't really approve of anything I'm interested in or anything I do, he wants me to be someone else entirely...but I can't be who he wants me to be, I can't be who ANYONE in this world wants me to be...I can only be myself and I want to make my dad proud just by being me...

The Pokémon Evolutions episode "The Rival" is ALL ABOUT Barry's daddy issues. Everything he does and says in that episode is all about getting strong enough to challenge his dad. He's able to beat him in the end, finally getting the acknowledgement he deserves (he would still deserve it even if he didn't win, or even get to challenge him, let's be clear). So it's a happy ending there, but in the gameverse that's not a clear-cut thing that happens, so we never know if he even does get to face his dad. He shows up in the Fight Area on weekends to battle the player but that's really it as far as I'm aware. In the games, Barry also admires Crasher Wake and wants him to take him under his wing and mentor him, but Wake refuses, which honestly makes me angry since Barry clearly wants (and needs) a father figure in his life since Palmer is absent all the time. At least in the manga Wake does train Pearl, so there is ONE Pokémon universe where Wake mentors the kid...buuuuut he should've done it in the games too, just sayin'.

So yeah, that's basically my ramble on Barry. Honestly this wasn't planned or anything, I just out of nowhere started thinking about Barry and how hated he is, and impulsively wrote this whole entire essay without scripting it out beforehand so this might be a bit hard to follow 😅. But I just love this kid and I don't understand the hate he gets, so he deserves an appreciation post in my opinion...so this is the post! Let me know what you think down below!

[alexendria-rose]

Hiii , it's me again 😅 , I have a sherlock request, I always got curious on how sherlock would be if his girlfriend/ wife was in labor in giving birth , I really want to read about it , would he like detect everything, would be be nervous, anxious? Also the reader was already scared of getting pregnant cause the responsibility and the pain of the birth , and if you could like describe what Sherlock is doing while she goes through labor and Birth cause really most of these fics skip through it all .

Thanks ❤️

Love this little life~

Sherlock Holmes x Pregnant!Reader

A/n: I love this! Also sorry for the long delay. It’s been a crazy month! Hope you enjoy my love.

“Sherlock Holmes what are you doing?” Y/n giggled leaning against the doorframe of John’s old room- looking down at her husband putting the crib together. Or better yet anything in his sight together. He was nervous but he wouldn’t dare say it out loud and when he tended to get stressed if he didn’t know what to expect. Sherlock moved his head up a screwdriver in his hand- his eyebrows furrowed confused by her question.

“Getting the crib together? I thought you were smarter than this.” He mumbled looking back at the dissembled crib trying to rack his brain. Y/n just smirked and shook her head.

“Making comments about being smart when you don’t even know how to put a crib together.” She teased placing a hand on her swollen belly before wobbling her way into the room. Sherlock head shot up as he playfully glared at her.

“Shut up.” He groaned- she started to try to sit down on the floor next to him but was struggling, Sherlock immediately dropped his things and went by her side guiding her down. “Darling- why are you so goddamn stubborn.” She just giggled as she finally was able to sit down on the floor criss crossed.

“I can do things for myself- thank you.” She grinned brightly- Sherlock just rolled his eyes but the small smile was still there. She watched as he continued to try to build the stupid thing- she watched as he talked himself through it; she can see the frustration in his eyes. “Are you okay?” Sherlock moved his head to look into his wife’s eyes sensing the warmth and comfort in them.

“No- this damn crib doesn’t make sense.” He huffed- she laughed lightly shaking her head.

“Oh not even a genius sociopath can build a crib- I don’t think anyone can.”

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Sherlock was all over the place for the last week of her suppose due date. He was cleaning like a mad man- and everyone knew that Sherlock Holmes did not in fact clean. He was organizing all of his things- making sure everything was baby proof (all the experiments that y/n told him to put away years ago) was now all out of reach- and don’t even forget about all the baby books that piled up on his desk. He even had a certain room in his mind palace for all things baby which yes he had to delate some useless information that was automatically space related- which he knew John was going to laugh at him for but he didn’t care as long as his kid was safe and he tried to be a good dad he would do anything.

“Hey honey?” Y/n called out from the living room while Sherlock was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen making sure everything was spotless. Sherlock stopped what he was doing before walking into the living room to see Y/n holding her stomach and liquid dripping down her leg- she looked scared as she stared at him. “I think William is definitely on his way.” Sherlock immediately went into shock mode- he didn’t move a single muscle trying to calculate what his next move was- he read all of the parenting books but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what. He was frozen in place.

“U-Um I uh-“ Sherlock muttered- his brain going into overdrive which was insane for him to do. He usually knew what to do but in this case did not.

“Get the bag from the room.” She said softly taking a big inhale and exhale when one of the contractions. Sherlock rushed out of the living room grabbing the prepared pack bag from their shared bedroom- his brain finally up to speed as all the information in his head started processing. Sherlock ran back to his wife side as she could barely walk- well more like wobble.

“Okay- so the book said to keep breathing.” Sherlock instructed as she escorted her out of 221B- and into a taxi. Y/n gave Sherlock a slight glare- apparently not the right thing to say at this time. Sherlock wanted to laugh at her glare but decided to keep it to himself. They crawl into the taxi and another contraction- she tilts her head back breathing in deeply as the taxi begins to take them to their destination.

“Fuck!” She groaned in pain- Sherlock panicked and smoothed her hair down; knowing that was another way his wife could stay calm. She sighed softly leaning her back against Sherlock as he continued to run his fingers through her hair calming down her nerves and her pain. She felt uncomfortable of course but having Sherlock there definitely helped. They make it to St. barts Sherlock rushed out of the taxi before helping his wife out of the taxi as well.

Y/n gripped onto Sherlock hand tightly while she lay on the hospital bed and was about to give birth to their baby boy- Sherlock let her grip onto his hand as tightly as she wanted. Sherlock kept staring at his beautiful wife as she pushed. She was radiant- he never thought he would find her more beautiful but he was wrong. Even though she was sweaty, and struggling; she was more beautiful than he’s ever seen her and when he heard their baby’s first cry his heart swelled. The way her face lit up when she heard his cry. The doctor smiled widely as he handed their little one to y/n- she immediately went into mother mode and cradled her baby. Sherlock leaned over to take a look at William face- he already had some hair on top of his head curly already which made a chuckle escape his throat; his eyes were bright blue but he looked so much like y/n. Y/n sniffled giving William a small kiss on his head.

“He’s beautiful.” Sherlock muttered afraid of his voice went any higher that everyone could tell the emotions that was laced in his voice. He wasn’t used to a lot of emotions, it bugged him that he had it and everytime he felt it he would hear his brother in the back of his head but with y/n and now their little baby boy he couldn’t help himself. He never imagined a life like this for himself, but here he was. Y/n looked up at Sherlock seeing the subtle tears in his eyes- she can tell he was deep in thought, she grabbed his hand with her free hand giving it a light squeeze.

“We made our little miracle.” She breathed out using her free hand to wipe the tear that fell down Sherlock cheek a smile on her tired face. Sherlock sniffled lightly before crawling onto the bed next to her leaning his head ontop of hers as she stared at their little one.

“We did- William Hamish Holmes.” He chuckled lightly running his thumb against William’s cheek- their baby cooing as he did so, a small baby smile sneaking out. Y/n giggled lightly looking at Sherlock. “Can I?” Sherlock asked indicating to hold his new born.

“My love- you are the dad you don’t have to ask.” She laughed lightly before handing over William to Sherlock, his eyes widen at the feeling of him being so light and so small. He was suddenly scared to drop him and she could tell. “You’re okay, just cradle him. You’re not going to drop him.” She whispered lightly placing a hand on his shoulder. Sherlock did exactly what she said and finally felt safe enough to hold him, a wide grin on his face- this is what love was and to think he thought it was a defect for so long; how silly he was to think he almost skipped out on this. He had a wife so understanding, and now William who literally was the only one besides y/n to make his heart grow even bigger.

“I love you- both of you so much and I’m going to do everything in my power to protect you both.” Sherlock whispered lightly before looking at his wife’s bright eyes.

“I love you too- then you’re already doing a fantastic job.” Y/n whispered back- she leaned over and captured Sherlock in a soft kiss to let him know that he had this- to know that she absolutely adored this little sociopath that she fell so hard for him; here’s to another chapter of new love.

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Hope you enjoyed!! Sorry it’s so short. This was my first giving birth x reader lol.