#could be sumthin else

[pixel-moss167]

Oh it's back again-does anyone have advice on keeping ur head busy at a terrible school?

[sexlapis]

i know requests are closed and im sorry but i need this so i dont forget 💖 actor!toji looking at edits on live and hes like “so yall see me like this” and the fans go wild

actor!toji on live!

okay i’ll make an exception once.

𝜗𝜚 actor!toji (x implied gn!reader)

sfw, crack, tiktok (bc that’s it’s own warning), suggestive, horny toji fans, toji has reading glasses, petnames (‘kid’) he’s a little rude but when is he not :), old man toji <3

〆(・∀・) : me after not writing abt actor toji for like a month 😊🤗

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actor toji masterlist

*

“hey, everybody,” toji said, waving to camera as if he didn’t fumble and struggle in front of his fans for the past ten minutes trying to get his phone to stand up securely. he looks cute, dressed in a navy blue hoodie with nothing underneath and his dark hair was a messy mop atop his head.

now he just sits in his chair at his dining room table, watching the viewer count rise and rise to absolutely ridiculous numbers.

“fourty thousan-fifty thou-sixty thousand?! didn’t know i had so many fans..jesus christ…”

honestly, toji had no idea what he was doing and he was a tiny bit nervous. this was his first ever “live” (something that he did not know even existed until you told him) and he had no idea how to entertain his fans or what they really wanted. but they seem pleased with him just staring at the camera in confusion and admiring his handsome face.

toji proceeds to read some of the comments in the rapid moving chat of chaos. here, starts the beginning of his own demise.

many comments are sweet, kind, praising him for his talent and acting skills, some were just spamming their country flags and names, a rare male fan is asking to see his guns collection, others asking about his upcoming projects but the majority of them are…not exactly PG in the slightest.

toji’s eyes could bulge out of damn skull at some of the explicitly and complete shamelessness of his fans. he knew they found him attractive, but this was a whole other level of depravity.

“what the fuck…” toji whispers in awe, mouth agape as his eyes scan through the chat, his eyes being fed with the most desperate and thirsty comments he has even read, “you guys are sumthin’ else…”

his one sentence just pours fuel on the, already blazing and large, fire, the chat moving so fast that is starts to lag.

“why’d i even speak..”

he actually takes time to read each comment that he can see (and stomach) and one of them catches his eye.

“watch your edits on tiktok? i have edits? what’s an edit?”

the chat blows up even more, commenters begging and begging him to watch these…edits.

“alright, alright, i’ll watch these “edits”,” toji says to the camera, before pulling out another phone, one that is clearly quite old, jagged edges and a cracked camera, a raggedy phone case and just overall not in the best condition it could be in.

“‘what is that ancient ass device’ eh? this is my main phone,” he replies to a comment, showing his phone to the camera to his fans can see, “‘s fine, works perfectly. and it’s not “ancient”. it’s actually a nokia. pft, dumbass kids.”

toji can feel himself being flamed in the chat. even more so when he pulls out his reading glasses.

“yeah, ‘m fuckin’ old. jesus.”

he squints, scrolling on his beaten up phone with his index finger, “y’know, ion even really use tiktok, i only got it so _____ can send me videos of whatever the fuck. i swear, that kid sends me a million videos per day..” toji sighs, smiling at the thought of you, “ahh, they’re just so dumb.”

toji, after a long time of searching through trial and error and directions from his fans, eventually finds the search page of tiktok.

“alright, what’d i type in then? just ‘toji’? ‘toji fushiguro’?” he looks for answers in the chat, but find himself getting frustrated at the lack of actual responses to his question. he tuts, “i’m just gonna search ‘toji fushiguro edits’ and see what happens.”

he does just that and the results are…very interesting.

right in front of his very eyes are miles and miles of edits of himself, created by his fans, their depravity exposed for him to see, some of who were probably watching him at this very moment.

“jeeeeesus christ. ‘dunno what i even expected, honestly,” he scrolls through them, audios changing constantly as he does so, his eyes wide and wondering, “i’m actually impressed…”

toji pressed on one, and he watches it, the edit flashing in the reflection of his glasses as he watches. his open mouth slowly turns into a smirk of amusement and all out disbelief, the audio of the video being something about… ‘needing someone older’?

“so you guys see me like this?” he asked, expression incredulous and he breathes out a small chuckle, “buncha little fuckin’ freaks.”

the chat seems to like that. a lot.

his chat is once again flooded with comments from hell…hell for people driven purely by lust, that is.

toji huffs, “how old is this person anyway?”

he seemingly clicks on the account and reads their username. well, almost.

“‘tojis little cu-woah!” he almost drops his phone out of his hand, jaw on the floor, “how old are you! sixteen?! toji looks to the camera, eyebrows furrowed before slamming his phone on the table and pointing at his fans through the screen, “go do your homework! and be in bed by nine. actually, no scratch that, eight! christ…sixteen years old, oh my god…”

he continues to mutter to himself, completely baffled at how some of his fans are so young and just so…out of their minds. his skin crawls at the thought of a sixteen year old liking him in such a way.

toji shivers, “god, where are your parents?” he questions and continues to search through the edits, before finding one that looks safe, innocent and PG.

he was proven wrong however, when the audio was a woman rapping about being put in full nelsons-

“okay, that’s enough!” he slams his phone down again on the table, “i’ve seen enough,” and then he reaches for the camera, not even caring about his viewers. he mutters a, “crazy fuckin’ kids” before abruptly ending his “live” and going to take a nap.

*

the next day, you have sent him over ten videos on tiktok, all of them being edits of him from the day of the live, most of them containing the clip of when he called his fans, quote, a “buncha little fuckin’ freaks” unquote.

toji sighs at them, secretly entertained that you must be watching these deviant edits of him too.

*

〆(・∀・) : no i have not forgotten abt actor toji

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[morgy-doo]

how does this guy own his own business^

HELLUVA BOSS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS

Verosika mayday~

so, there was no intention for a relationship at first

you two fucked, and your aftercare was so good that she fell almost immediatley

no one cared about her satisfaction before

normally, they fuck and then she is gone

but with you, she felt safe after you cleaned her up and offered for her to stay the night

when you two finally start dating you are SPOILED

if she sees you looking at something for more than ten seconds, boom you own like 20 of it now

she buys you all the designer brands

whenever she is around your house and your in the shower or whatever, she will literally spray everything in your room with her perfume, your clothes, your bed, hell even carpets

so if you ever have anyone else over they would know your hers <3

if your doing something that requires your attention, she will randomly come up behind you and whisper something auggestive in your ear, then walk off

she is defo the big spoon when cuddling

she love resting her cheek in your soft hair

Loona~

tries so hard to act cool around you

but is secretly overthinking every little thing she does in her head

she is just scared you will get bored and find someone more cool and exiting than her

she defo shows you her human form because she wants to impress you

she also gets protective pretty easily too

Blitzo adores you

he thinks your the perfect person for his loony

but definately threatened to shoot you in the ass when you first met

but deep down has Loona's best interest at hear so he will tolerate you if that's what Loona wants

soon he ends up loving you nearly as much as Loona

it was hard for her to start discussing her feelings with you

she thinks opening up is weak, and she want to be strong because she knows hell is one of the worst places to be weak

and she wants to be that strong protector for you

but when she does open up about what life was like before Blitzo adopted her, he feels alot more relieved and thanks you for listening to her

also you really need to watch out for her mod swings

they can get messy

even if you are her bf/gf

Millie~

dating her is basically getting a new surprise everyday

she is very random

you both could be randomly going on a sweet walk and talking when she suddenly decides she wants to go on a road trip or sumthin and starts planning every little detail

when this first happened you didn't think he was serious

but the next day when you woke up to see her sat in the living room with her suitcases stacked around her

you realised what you got yourself into

sometimes she takes you to work with her so you can see what her work life i like

there is no way she is taking you into the human realm tho

it is dangerous enough for her and she would tear down herself if anything ever happened to you while you were there

but she is more than happy to tell you bout all her adventures when she gets back tho sometimes she even brings you back something cool she found that she think you would like

she remembers every small thing about you

like if you tell her a fact about you she will be like "i know"

you are beginning to think she knows you better than you know yourself

but she just wants to make you happy in every way possible

Kiki~

every nickname that exists under the sun she has called you

but her favourites are "sweets, darling, babe, baby and dollface"

she loves the flustered look on your face when she says it

she is so stylish

like she has every brand of clothes to exist

and if she really likes an outfit she will have he same outfit in like 20 different colours

she can be kinda possessive sometime tho

i hc that she is best friends with Verosika

she can get self concious that you will leave her for Versoika because she ha more fame, and she is more pretty and rich

she doesn't let you near the other succubi because she knows what they are like and she doesn't want them to try anything with you

they never would anyway

they respect that Kiki is happy

hell she might even give up her life as a succubus for you

you must be really special huh

part 2?

[doodlegirl1998]

You know what's really funny to me? The trope of Bakugou in canon being super talented at everything that he does. In canon it's supposed to be for laughs when he's good at random shit, but I don't understand how it's supposed to be funny when the funnier route would have been that this guy has dedicated himself to nothing else but being extremely good at fighting with his quirk and to be a hero that he's actually super ass at everything else. But I guess having a complex version of Bakugou where he learns that there's more to life than heroics and maybe is way less of a demon isn't something that would have been interesting. ALSO ALSO, genuinely I'm confused as to why people think Bakugou is super smart. Like I get that he was excelling at school and was taking mock UA tests and shit, blah blah blah, but:

A) I can totally see his marks getting doctered by Aldera

B) Passing the UA exam doesn't tell me shit about his intelligence, since people who are "dumber" (Kaminari and Ashido) than him also passed the same exam. Without even knowing the proper format of the test (keeping in mind it's also a standardized test) there's no real way to gauge how "intelligent" someone has to be to do well. Also there's a bunch of General-Ed students who passed that test so again, doesn't tell me much.

C) For all the praise that he receives, there's nothing really like "intelligent" or complex about the plans that Bakugou comes up with when people suck him off for being such a good tactician. He fully somehow thought he could overwhelm fucking ALL-MIGHT with his explosions alone, if he's such a good tactician why would he all of a sudden fuck this up? Also, his "counter" to Uraraka's plan was just do bigger explosions, so again, nothing to do with his actual intellect, it's just his quirk. Which brings me to,

D) Bakugou fully should have been taken out by Uraraka's plan. I get that she was tanking hits and he wasn't, but he suffers no backlash at all from unleashing his quirk all day, and is even able to fire off massive explosions no problem. I don't care what bullshit excuse Horikoshi or the fandom comes up with, unless Bakugou has a second quirk that makes him indestructible or lets him cancel out forces, those massive explosions would have shattered his arms and legs from the recoil. But nooooooo, Todoroki suffers from acute frosbite and Midoriya shatters himself when he uses OfA. But Bakugou? Ah well, sometimes we'll remember that he's running out of sweat or his wrists will hurt a little or sumthin.

E) Why is Bakugou (and I guess Kirishima by extension as well) more ripped and buff then Midoriya when canonically somehow managed to balance a fucking small pick up truck on the last pile of garbage that he stood on when he cleared the beach. Midoriya should be jacked and stacked like Jotaro fucking Kujo in part 3 and be an immovable object, yet some how Bakugou is shown to be physically stronger than him??? Midoriya should be casually lifting couches with the entire class sitting on it so he can vaccum underneath.

PS. I think it would've been exponentially better to have IZUKU be the one who is good and talented at random shit. Like the kid who didn't have the one thing that is required of all heroes (a quirk) and tries to overcompensate for his "uselessness" by being insanely talented and skilled at tons of different hobbies would have been an awesome angle, he's genius enough to pull it off. Not only would it give us more insight on his life before All Might, but it would also make Bakugou less of a Mary Sue (seriously, the narrative bends over backwards for him) and Izuku less of an untalented loser (again, the narrative loves shitting on him, sweet Jesus). Having Bakugou be terrible at everything besides heroics and Izuku being good at everything "besides heroics" might've made for an interesting character parallel that Hori insists on shoving down our throats for 400 chapters straight 😒

Hi @stormiclown 👋

💯. I completely agree with this.

Bakugou being ass at everything that doesn't involve his quirk would have been much funnier, and it would have made more sense narratively for the reasons you listed.

In a good story, that fact would have also forced Bakugou to grow and realise that in UA, he's no longer a big fish in a small pond - he's just one of many talented children.

As you rightfully pointed out, it would have made much more narrative sense for IZUKU to be the ripped one, to be the talented and intelligent one. He would have felt like he would have had to prove he wasn't useless growing up, so it would have made more sense for Izuku to have dozens of hidden (and developed - where did Izuku's quirk analysis go?!) talents.

Then, for Izuku to feel jarred by the amount of praise and appreciation he is getting now, he isn't "useless quirkless Deku" that he felt like he was at Aldera. Then for Izuku to flourish and grow as a result.

[chrissdollie]

"'m not good at this"

chris, your boyfriend of a few weeks mumbled across the table from you. he'd never been on a date before, but finally decided to take you out. he played with the paper from his straw, avoiding eye contact with you.

you smiled sweetly and wrapped your legs around his from underneath the table. he giggled as he looked up at you. you sighed for a moment before leaning forward slightly. "i've.. never been on a date either." you whispered, grinning shyly.

his jaw dropped open playfully, causing you to chuckle. "naa, c'mon, you've never been on a date before??" he scoffed in disbelief

you raised your eyebrows. "heyyyy, what does that mean?" you whine. "you think 'm a slut or sumthin'?" you fake-pouted, folding your arms jokingly.

he shook his head. "no.. yer just real pretty, that's all." he looked down at the table, pretending to read the menu to hide his bashfulness. you were loving this adorable side of him that you haven't seen very often.

you failed trying to hide your bubbly grin and lightly rubbed his hand that was resting on the table. "what else?" you spoke softly, playing with his fingers like a small baby.

he chuckled, daring to look at your gorgeous face. "mm, you're incredibly funny, you're such a sweetheart, you're always honest, you make me feel good about myself... do you want me to keep going? cause we have all day." he giggled, watching your expression shift.

he was different from the other boys who tried to ask you out, you could tell. he wrote a handwritten letter to you because he was too nervous to express his romantic thoughts infront of you. after receiving it, you giggled and squealed like a little girl once you saw him again and wrapped your arms tightly around his, screaming "yes!"

a waitress stepped towards your table, catching your guys' attention. "hi, my name is candace-" chris grinned childishly "your other server ended her shift early, so i'll be taking over. are you guys ready to order?" she asked politely, holding her notepad tightly.

you hummed, looking down at the menu. "sure, i'll have-"

"a ___ for the lady and mm, a spicy chicken sandwich for me please." chris smiled up at the woman as she nodded and walked away.

your mouth formed an upside down smile and you tapped your hands on the table. "how'd you know? i didn't even tell you." he shrugged. "yea you did. on the way here, you told me you were in the mood for it."

you pulled your lips in for a second before looking away again.

"you're nice." you chirped bluntly, playing with his fingers again like it was the most interesting thing in the world. he let out a breath, smirking slightly.

"yeah, yeah.." he cheesed, hiding his face into his arm.

as soon as chris said in the new vid that he'd never been on a date, i knew i had to write abt it

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Ruppel

Daryl Dixon x reader | current world AU(?)

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

🏁 💕 🏁

"Wha's tha?"

You were curled on the couch, blanket over your body and a stuffed animal in your arms as you watched the tv.

You hadn't even heard him when he came in and only noticed his presence when he plopped down next to you and stole your snacks.

"Huh? H.. hey!" You snatch a handful of snacks as you turn your attention back to the bright pink screen.

"Whatcha watchin'?" Daryl had only recently started living with you and was still getting used to your day-to-day routines, especially on your days off work.

"RuPaul. Never heard of it?" You didn't even turn to face him as you talked, not wanting to miss any of the drama.

Daryl scoffed beside you, laughing at your question as he reminded you of his household. "Yes, dear. But Merle's all nicely tucked away in jail and we're not bailing him out again, so ignore his mental assholery and just watch. Food's on the way."

An amused smile pulled at his lips as he settled properly next to you and tried to catch what this show was about.

As the first episode went on Daryl just ..stared.

"Who's tha?" The question came as the bald man in his crazy suit walked into the bright pink room.

"That's RuPaul. He's the show creator and host." An acknowledging hum was given before going back to trying to understand again.

On screen the contestants were doing their runway makeup after spending most of the time working on the sewing challenge.

"How can ya understand wha' they're sayin'? I aint' even know half of them words."

You let out a laugh, quickly trying to muffle it and apologize. Letting him know he'd learn eventually you turned your attention back to the tv as the runway intro sound started.

A large, gorgeously dressed woman appeared on screen, doing a theatrical entrance and welcoming the judges.

"Who's tha' then? Sounds jus’ like tha’ host guy.” Daryl's questions kept coming. Not that you minded, though. It meant he was actually watching and somewhat invested in one your interests.

"That's because it is RuPaul again."

"Tha's really the fancy suit guy from earlier?" His eyes were locked on the screen, deep in focus as he stared at the woman. ..man?

"Yeah, there's a good reason why she hosts the show." There was admiration in your tone and he couldn't place what aspect of this show earned that admiration just yet.

"Yer shittin' me righ' now." He looked from the screen back to you who stared at him and nodded. “There aint’ no way tha’s the same person.”

"An' why's it She now? Cuz there's a dress on?"

Your smile widened and you snuggled into his side. "Yeah! See, you'll learn."

Seeing Daryl so involved in something his entire environment as a child had shunned warmed your heart. And he was right when he mentioned his family earlier. You could also still hear Merle's voice yelling all kinds of homophobic, racist slurs at any little thing that didn't go like he wanted it.

You both watched all the queens do their runway routines with you spilling your opinions out loud and Daryl sometimes doing more than hun in acknowledgement to your comment. A "yer righ', looks weird." might have been the most he said, but it was something nonetheless. When the judging started you even got a "ya really gotta translate fer me sometime." A shrug and an okay gave him enough answer for now, as you watched the two bottom queens stand at the ready to start their lipsync. "Wait wha's up now? I missed sumthin'."

"They're the worst ones this week. They perform a song and the best one stays." The song was announced and with the one famous quote it started playing and the two started their performance. Daryl had seen girls dance around poles and whatnot at bars he used to go to but this was something else. As the song went on you'd let out an impressed 'woah!' or a gasp, and even Daryl let out a soft "damn." at an impressive twirl and an "oh shit." as one of them dropped into a split.

Right between the end of the song and the winner announcement you glanced over at your partner who nodded at the tv, impressed with the performance.

"I hope the one in yellow wins." You state as you nudge him. "You?"

"Yeah. Yellow's good." You both watched as they went through the elimination talk and you cheered as the one you wanted to stay did win.

As you continued on with the next episode your doorbell announced the food had arrived.

Daryl went to fetch it as you got plates and cutlery and set up the small table to eat on the couch.

When you both came back you both got your food plated and sat down to continue on with the show.

“So,” you swallowed your bite of food. “Do you want translations? Or pause the show to get explanations?”

He gave it a short thought before shrugging it off and letting you know he'd save the questions for after the episode.

So you watched. Comments were still happily given mostly by you but Daryl started giving some lovely critiques as well eventually. Ones like "Man, why's tha' one always bitchin'?" when one of them kept complaining about judges' calls and whatnot.

During one of the sad, emotional conversations Daryl let out a comment that compared the mentioned parents to his own and how they would have reacted maybe even worse if he’s ever had to go through such a talk. You cuddled into his side even more, practically laying in his lap now as you listened to his heartfelt talk while watching the last bits of runway prep.

As the runway intro started again and banter between Ru and Michelle went on you both genuinely laughed.

“I like ‘er, she’s feisty.” You looked up at him from your spot now all the way down in his lap.

You shook with laughter in his lap, complimenting in his taste in women and agreeing to like her a lot as well. The runway starts and Daryl points out one of the queens “tha’s the one tha’ had the backwards cap on earlier? The bitchin’ one?” It was so cute how he tried to tell which queen was which workroom guy but he did get it dead wrong. “Oh, no sweetie. The bitchy one was the second one, with the high ponytails and the belts.” You saw how he gave it a little thought and seemed to connect the dots, so to speak with an “aigh’ yeah, tha’ one.”

On the screen the queens kept coming down the catwalk and showing off their looks as yet another question arose. “So wha’ about those tits?” You burst out laughing at the directness of his question as you thought back and indeed not seeing any breastplates on screen in the workroom yet.

“What about the tits, Dee?” Your breathy laughs were slowly calming down as you waited for him to elaborate. “Them skinny ones, there’s some real lookin’ racks on ‘em. An’ they aint’ got any fat to shove in a bra.”

“Well, Daryl. Them’s fake silicon tits.” You faked his accent before reverting back to your own to continue your answer to the question you thought he’d be saving for after the episode. “They’re like tank-tops, but stretchy silicon that are matched to your skin tone and stop right where the boob ends. The arm and neck holes are hidden with sleeve straps and necklaces.” You could see him stare and think again. He had been doing it a lot during the episode and maybe he was finally starting to understand it all. During the judging emotions were high again and you both watched as the queen poured her heart out on the stage. It might not have had anything to do with the challenge but it was a continuation of that earlier talk at the mirror that was still fresh.

"Mah dad would'a sent a huntin' party after me if I'd even look at a guy fer too long, let alone admit I was into 'em."

You had to go and pause the episode for a moment to let that sink in.

"Daryl?" You rolled over onto your back and looked at him. "Something you wanna share with your girlfriend now that you're in a safe place to talk about it?"

You got a look that was him clearly thinking about the conversation, before his eyebrows shot up and he looked down at you with an ‘oh shit’ kind of look. “Wha? No. I aint’ sayin’ I am.” He had to think first before phrasing this wrong again. “Wha’ I mean’ta say’s I can tell ya if a guy yer eyein’ at the store looks nice, ya know. Like ya girlies all do to each other. Bu’ if I ever let tha’ slip around my family I’d get beat fer bein’ a sissy.”

You reached your hands up to grab at his cheeks and get him close enough for a kiss, being helped up a bit as you couldn’t reach and gave him a loving kiss. “You know you can comment on pretty ladies too, right? If you spot one I’d love to get a peek too!” Daryl laughed before pressing his lips against yours again. “I know ya like them good racks an’ squishy butts too, sunshine.” He pulled his arms away from under you making you drop back into his lap with an ‘oomph’.

“Now unpause.” He pointed at the tv as he stuck his tongue out to you. “Wanna see if the bitchy one in the sparkly blue thing goes home. I’on like tha’ one.” Rolling your eyes and giggling you got comfortable again to finish the episode and see if Daryl’s wishes will be heard.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: A headcanon question in our yume ship discord got out of hand in my head so I had to write a fic about it.

[aw-shizz-here-we-go-again]

•|| Seally Cute ||• (Mermay 2024)

Prompt 3: Seally Cute

Featuring: Geno, Goth, and Reaper!

Ship(s): Afterdeath.

Summary: Playtime with the kiddo! <3

Warnings: Blood from a hunt

Credits: Leviathantale and the Mermay Bingo I'm using are both by @skumhuu!

Read tags for notes.

"Dad? Dad??? Daddy!"

Geno woke up to a small, high-pitched voice yelling in his ear. He let out a tired grunt, then rolled over on his side as his tail gently swatted the other person away.

He smiled as he heard them let out a playful squeak, and he was almost immediately bombarded by a small body barreling into him. He yawned, then blinked blearily at the mischievous attacker as he rubbed his eyesockets. "Oh? What's up, my little clamshell?"

The young selkie in front of Geno puffed out their cheeks, flipping their black-and-white seal tail back and forth as they responded. "Mama's out huntin', and 'm boreddd! I wanna do sumthin'! Sumthin' else then jus' sleepin'!"

"You could practice walking, you know." Geno suggested, raising a bonebrow up at the child. He sat up and stretched, slight popping his bones as he did so. "You still haven't even tried taking your seal skin off yet, Goth."

Goth grumbled something under his breath, glowering down at the iceberg they were both on. ". . ."

Geno tilted his head to the side, wrapping his arms around his kid and hugging him close. "What was that? Is there something wrong?"

"...'s scary." Goth muttered quietly, burying his face into his father's chest. "A-an' I did try. Couldn't do it though..."

"Oh, Gothy," Geno squeezed Goth a little tighter in his embrace, wrapping Goth's tail around his own as he kissed the top of Goth's head. "It's alright, we'll figure something else out then."

"Swimmin'?" Goth asked hopefully, gazing up at Geno with big shiny eyelights. There was no mistaking it, the kid really knew what he was doing when he chose to pull the puppy eyes on his dad.

Geno sighed, giving Goth a defeated look. He didn't even attempt to resist, knowing that he would cave quickly anyways. "Okay okay, let's go swimming."

"Yay!" Goth wiggled his way out of Geno's grip, then proceeded to nudge and tug Geno towards the edge of the iceberg where the water was. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"

Geno chuckled, relenting as he playfully shoved Goth into the icy sea before hopping in to join his kid. "Rather eager, aren't we?"

"You never lemme go swimmin' without ya, so duh!" Goth pouted, swishing his tail as he drifted around Geno in a lazy circle. He then sped up, swimming around Geno in faster loops. "C'monnn! Let's play tag or something!"

"Oho, you want to challenge me?" Geno asked in amusement, raising a bonebrow as Goth nodded in response. "Well then, let the games begin..."

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Reaper was returning back home from... doing whatever he was doing while he was out, most likely hunting due to the blood on his teeth, and he surfaced to get a breath of air just in time to see a certain small selkie fling themselves out of the water to do a flip.

What the heck?

Diving back under the water, Reaper sped up towards the main iceberg that he and his family called home. As he approached, he could see the love of his life- ahem, Geno, ahem -and their child swimming around in circles, seemingly sportively goading each other on.

As Reaper watched, Geno suddenly thrashed his tail as he shot up towards the surface of the water, erupting from the sea and doing a double flip before he came crashing back down.

The leviathan let out a small, quiet laugh at the smug look that Geno shot at Goth, and at the pouty look that Goth had returned back at Geno.

Then Reaper had an idea. A smirk crossed his face as he dove down, deeper and deeper below his family. Once he was down deep enough to not be noticed if he shifted, he activated his leviathan form as he circled around in the icy cold depths, staring up at the two selkies above him.

He then silently and slowly swam up behind Geno, his now massive size absolutely dwarfing his mate. He watched as Goth noticed him, and he saw how the child's eyelights grew as big as saucers as his presence registered in Goth's mind.

Reaper held a finger up to his mouth, gesturing for Goth to stay quiet. He drifted ever so slightly closer to Geno, who seemed mildly confused by Goth's reaction since he hadn't realized that Reaper was behind him yet.

"Hello, darling~"

Reaper purred out an amused giggle as Geno yelped in shock, and he backed up a little bit as the selkie whirled around to face him.

"You-! Seriously, Reaper?! Ugh..." Geno groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nosebone in annoyance, glaring at Reaper in half-hearted anger. "I swear, you are so immature."

"Oh, my dearly sweet beloved, I'm so wounded by your insults!" Reaper whined pitifully, shrinking down into his normal form before dramatically leaning against Geno while holding his hand up to his forehead.

Geno grumbled something under his breath and pushed Reaper off, then narrowed his eyesocket at Goth, who had started giggling. He then sighed in exasperation and threw up his hands. "Both of you! Both of you are so immature! But at least Goth has the excuse of actually being a child."

He swam back up to Reaper and poked the leviathan in the chest, swishing his tail in mild irritation. "But you don't have any excuse!"

"B-but... Geno-senpai, it's just my personality!" Reaper blinked innocently at Geno, intertwining his orca tail with Geno's seal tail.

Geno rolled his eyelight and groaned again, pulling his tail away from Reaper and gently swatting Reaper over the head. "Don't even get started with that! Enough is enough."

Reaper sighed in mock defeat, backing away from Geno to give his love some space. "Alright, alright, if you insist."

Geno hesitated, then swam back over to Reaper to give him a soft, brief kiss before letting go again. "Love you, starfish~"

Before Reaper could sputter out a flustered reply, they both suddenly heard snoring coming from behind them. A quick glance revealed that Goth had fallen asleep, and Geno let out an amused snort. "I suppose playing around tuckered him out. We should be getting back to our iceberg anyways."

"I- uh- uhm, yeah! Mhm!" Reaper replied quickly, still blushing from the kiss. He rapidly flicked his tail and scooped Goth up in his arms, carrying the child as he started swimming to the homeberg. "Let's go!"

Geno followed suit, letting himself be half dragged in the current that Reaper's tail made since he was tired.

.

.

.

"You know, you should really wash up. You still have blood all over your teeth." Geno said with a small yawn, tilting Reaper's head with his hands on Reaper's chin so that he could see the orca's face better.

"Aw, what? Too shy to clean it off for me~?" Reaper purred teasingly, then hesitated and averted his gaze in shame almost immediately afterwards. "...Oh, yeah, right-- nevermind. Uh, forget I said that. Sorry."

Geno winced slightly, shivering not from the cold of the iceberg but rather from the reminder. ". . ."

Reaper shrank in on himself a bit, tears suddenly pricking his eyesockets "I'm sorry, okay? I- I really just can't help it... I'm sorry..."

Geno was quiet for a long moment, then he pulled Reaper into a hug. "It'll... it'll be okay. Just... let's not tell Goth, okay? I'd rather not scare him..."

"Okay..." Reaper muttered back, nuzzling into Geno's embrace. By the True Leviathans, he felt awful, but it wouldn't be an easy fix.

After all, it was his nature.

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[venusxsturnio]

FIGHTING TEMPTATIONS

PAIRINGღ chris x christian!fem!reader

SUMMARYღ what happens when a super horny, but holy, y/n's dreams of having sex with her boyfriend and gives into the temptation?

FROM VENUSღ hi guys! wassup, how are we ding this morning? good. well I'M NOT! THEY TOOK AWAY THE BOOPS! i'm so sorry for that, anyways.....lmk what y'all think. ✿ btw this was a request. lowkey i don't even know how a relationship with a christian even works...so lmk if i got sumthin wrong, but remember my requests are always open! and remember i love criticism. :)

WARNINGSღfluff...christianity...cussing...SMUT(i don't know what i'm doing)

not proofread!

Y/N POV

i was on chris's lap. we were on the edge of the bed. he was so smooth. his soft lips sucking the skin on my neck. i let out a soft moan, as he hit my sweet spot. instinctively my hips started to grind, on his clothed hard-on.

i gasped as i was awoken by chris shaking me. i started blushing. "What's wrong baby?" chris said with tired eyes. "Nothing..." i said slightly disappointed, as i wanted for that dream to become real so bad, but i knew the rules. And i had to obey them. "Come on let's get ready." i told chris. but he looked at me with confusion. i returned the expression. "You didn't forget did you?" i asked. he scoffed, playing it off as if he didn't. but i knew he did. "No..." i rolled my eyes playfully as i got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah...whatever you say..." i did my morning routine.

then moved onto my facial. next i started taking my clothes off. i grabbed my outfit and put it on. i walked out of the bathroom to a fully dressed chris. da- oops. lord forgive me. phew, i'm sorry but that is one good looking man. and him. in that suit. "Babe." i said biting my lip. i thought back to that dream from earlier, it's like i could feel the presence of his lips on my skin, even when they weren't. "Yes..." he said dragging his words a bit. "Nothing. Come on." we finished getting the last of our things as we left the house. we got into the car. chris started the car and we slowly pulled out of the driveway.

NARRATION

as y/n sat beside chris in the car, he reaches his hand over and caresses your thigh on their way to church, the atmosphere was serene and silent, the hum of the engine being the only sound filling the space between them. yet, despite the tranquility of the moment, y/ns mind was anything but calm.

with every passing mile, thoughts of chris flooded her mind, each glance stealing her breath away. the gentle curve of chris's jawline, the way his eyes sparkled in the morning light, it was all y/n could think about. as they sat in silence, y/n couldn't help but wonder, what if the dream became real? The anticipation of the church service ahead was overshadowed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling within y/n, leaving them lost in a reverie of longing and uncertainty.

y/n and chris arrived at the church, the service was already underway. despite the familiar hymns and reverent atmosphere, y/n found it impossible to focus on anything but chris. his presence seemed to fill the entire space, eclipsing everything else. thoughts of him consumed her mind, drowning out the prayers and sermons echoing through the sanctuary.

she couldn't shake the memory of the dream she had about him last night, the vivid images lingering in her consciousness. In the midst of the sacred surroundings, y/n was lost in a whirlwind of longing and desire, unable to tear her gaze away from chris, who sat beside her, oblivious to the storm raging within her soul.

as the service concluded, y/n and chris said their goodbyes and exited the church, they entered the car and pulled off. the weight of unspoken emotions lingering between them. chris's concern was palpable as they settled into the car, his inquiry about her well-being met with a deflective response from y/n. with each passing mile on the journey home, the tension in the air grew thicker, suffocating y/n with the weight of her unspoken desires.

they finally reached their destination. home. y/ns sudden desires had a hold on her. a strong one, one that she couldn't let go of. they exited their car and made their way into the house. walking upstairs to their room. they changed out of their clothes, getting ready to take showers. once done they both sat on the bed. y/n reading a book, and chris scrolling on his phone.

finally, unable to resist any longer, y/n threw caution to the wind, ignoring all rules as she made a bold move on chris. in a moment of recklessness and raw passion, she leaned in, capturing his lips with her own, finally surrendering to the overwhelming pull she felt towards him. she threw her book somewhere in the room, as she straddled on top of chris.

Y/N POV

chris pulled away slowly. "Babe...what the hell. I thought you couldn't do that stuff." chris said a confused expression coming across his face. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. I had a dream last night and ever since, I can't get you out of my head." i said looking down at my hands, fidgeting with them. i felt chris's hand taking place on my chin, as he slowly lifted it up, so that our eyes met each others gaze.

i closed the gap between us connecting our lips. i felt heat go to an area i've never felt before.

NARRATION

chris trails his palms up your thighs slowly, approaching your waist and giving it a tight squeeze. before moving his hands any further down your body, he gave you a look, as if he was asking for permission. you gave him a slight nod, before he jumped back into the kiss.

chris found his way from your lips to your cheek. his lips leaving a trail of red marks along your skin. you let out a soft moan, which caused him to lead his fingers down to your heat. you let out another moan, but it was louder this time. he slid his hands into your shorts, then he pushes your underwear to the side, as he flicks his thumb over your clit just to hear the loud yelp you make. "Chris!" you scream, you could feel his smirk against your skin.

he moved his way to your revealed chest area. he continued to play with your clit as he sucked on the top area of your breast. his eyes shot up, he gave you a deadly stare as you threw your head back. you bit your lips to hold back the sounds you were making. "Open up baby. I wanna hear those pretty moans." chris said as he ripped your top that you had on, to reveal your perky breasts, which caused you to gasp. "Damn." chris said holding back a chuckle. chris leaned down, as he started licking your nipple.

"Please Chris.." you whined. you needed him so badly. "All this begging…" he trails his open hand over your nipple, and started flicking and messaging it, "for me?" You nod frantically, causing your head to lift up, making you meet eyes with chris. you head fell back again as his lips met your breasts once more.

"Yes...Chris...please...just fuck me already!" you shout, in need of chris. you wanted him. you needed him. you picked your head up and looked at him. finally giving you a sense of relief, chris slides his two long, meaty fingers through your folds. they slipped in so smoothly, your slick, substituting as lubricant.

your back arched as you let out a moan so loud it filled the whole house. you were experiencing something you never have before. and it felt good. your hips started to grind in sync with his fingers, as they curled inside of you. chris breathes, placing one palm on the side of your ass.

you focus on the smooth sensation of chris's fingers on the throbbing of your heat. when chris slows the pace of his fingers inside of you, the disappointment in your face shows. "Don't worry baby...I got you." chris exits his fingers and pulls your shorts and underwear down in one smooth and swift motion. then he slips his own sweats and boxers off the same way he did yours.

you watch in awe as his long, and hard dick flings out, hitting his stomach. he pumps himself a few times before finally slips himself into you it’s with ease. he stares at your body once it’s in. he hooks his fingers on your bra clasp and looks up at you for approval. “can i?” you nod, he removes your bra, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

he cups your boobs almost immediately and starts flicking your nipples again. you moan softly as he places one of your nipples into his mouth. the other being caressed by his hand. his tongue flicks around with your nipple as he sucks on it. this results in you moaning loudly.

chris pushes himself into at an even faster pace now. you whine loudly. “c- close.” he smirks, “yea? you close? cum on my dick.” you feel an unfamiliar knot in you stomach and start moaning louder. you yell out, “holy shit...i- im gonna cum!” he covers your mouth and shakes his head. "hold it, don’t cum without me.”

you scream from the insane amount of pleasure going through you and cum all over his cock. he follows shortly behind you, pulling out and shoots his sticky liquid all over your stomach. he plops down beside you, breathing slowly but heavily.

he slowly leans over and kisses your forehead. he gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom. he comes out with a warm wet cloth, and walks over to you and proceeds to clean you off then himself. he walks over to your closet to get you both a new pair of clothes.

you both put on your clothes and sit back on the bed cuddling. you look up at him with sad eyes. "What's wrong baby?" chris said, his voice filled with sympathy. "I-it's just that...i feel bad.." you said putting your head down, playing with your hands. chris lifted his hand to your chin, and lifted it up to meet your eyes gaze. "About what?" chris said. you could see it in his eyes, that they were filled with love.

"I feel bad...because, we weren't supposed to do this." you said trying to hold back the tears that were forming in your eyes. "But baby...you couldn't help it." chris said moving his hand from your chin to your cheek, and slowly caressing it. "Yea... But, biblically were not suppose to do it until were married." you said your voice being filled with guilt, as the actions you just acted felt like a weight on your shoulders.

chris cupped your face with both of his hands and leaned in to give you a quick peck on the forehead. he parted from your face and looked at you in the eyes. "Listen baby...even if what you did was wrong, I'm sure God still sees you as the perfect child in his eyes." chris said giving you a small smile of reassurance. you returned the smile. you leaned into his body as you two laid there and cuddled for the rest of the day.

FROM VENUSღ hey guyssss! how was it?!? did i do good? pls don't hate me if some of you don't agree with this choice!! don't forget requests/dm's are open :)

credits: @slut4chriss

[jockdumboy]

big dumb jock tut

step 1: lift heavy, bro – don’t think, just lift

bro, dis still da most important part. lift heavy stuff erry day. no rest days, bro! no excuses. pick up heavy things, put ‘em down, repeat. simple.

jock lifts:

• bench prees: bro, da king of lifts. lay down, grab da big bar wit da weights on it, and push it up. don’t stop till ur chest feels like it’s on fire. big chest = alpha chest. boom.

• bicep curlz: grab sum heavy dumbellz, bro, and curl ‘em up to ur face. keep goin till ur arms feel like they gon fall off. big arms get all da respect, bro. curlz get da girlz, remember that.

• lat pulldownz: sit on da machine, bro, grab da bar, and pull dat thing down hard. feel dem wings growin on ur back. wings = dominance. don’t stop till ur back looks like u could fly away.

• legz (important now, bro): aight, bro, we gonna do sum squatz. grab da bar, put it on ur back, and squat down. do dis till ur legs feel like noodles, bro. big legz mean u can look good wearin da short shorts, plus u won’t fall over when ur chest gets too big. don’t skip leg day anymore, bro. trust me on dis.

• abs (gotta get da 6-pack, bro): do dem crunches, bro, like 100 at least. don’t stop till ur stomach feels like it’s about to explode. da 6-pack will come, just keep crunchin. it’s all about consistency, bro. plus, da ladies love da abs.

step 2: eat clean, bro – get shredded

bro, u can lift all day, but if u wanna be shredded, u gotta eat clean. no junk food, bro. clean food only, dat’s how u get shredded af.

simple bro diet:

• breakfast: 10 egg whites. no yolks, bro. da yellow stuff messes with da gains. and eat a banana, bro. bananas are good. den wash it down with a protein shake, always gotta have dat shake. protein is life.

• lunch: chicken, bro. lots of it. chicken is like da muscle food. maybe some rice if ur feelin’ fancy, but bro, rice is for marathon runners, not jock bros. and don’t forget another protein shake.

• dinner: more chicken, bro. chicken erry meal. or steak if u feel like it. steak is good too. maybe sum veggies like broccoli cuz broccoli makes u ripped, bro. i seen da big dudes eat it, so we eat it too. end da day wit another protein shake.

• before bed snack: big spoonful of peanut butta, bro. peanut butta got da good fats. plus, it’s delicious. wash it down wit another protein shake, bro. protein is errywhere.

step 3: look da part, bro – dress swole

u gotta dress like a jock bro if u wanna be one, bro. dat means tank tops, ripped sleeves, and da shortest shorts possible. show off da gains, bro.

bro style rules:

• tank tops: if ur tank top don’t show off ur nipz, it’s not tight enough, bro. show dem gains. u worked hard for ‘em.

• short shorts: since we do legs now, u gotta show ‘em off. da shorter da better, bro.

• backwards hat: always rock da hat backwards, bro. makes u look cool af, plus u can see urself flexin in da mirror better.

• sneakerz: just make sure they fresh, bro. u can’t roll into da gym lookin like a scrub. no sandals, bro. unless u got socks on, but dat looks dumb.

step 4: act like a jock bro – lifestyle moves

bein a jock bro ain’t just about liftin and eatin. it’s a way of life, bro. act like a jock bro errywhere u go.

bro rules to live by:

1. flex errywhere: if u see a mirror, bro, flex. don’t even think about it. just flex. people gotta know u swole. bathroom mirrors, car windows, store windows – all flex spots.

2. talk about liftin: u gotta talk about ur lifts erry convo. someone talkin about sumthin else? change it to how much u bench or how many reps u did yesterday, bro. lift talk = respect.

3. drink water from a gallon jug: u need a gallon jug of water, bro. carry it wit u errywhere. if u ain’t drinkin outta a gallon jug, people gon think u weak.

4. grunt loud at da gym: if u ain’t gruntin, u ain’t liftin hard enough, bro. da whole gym should hear u. u lift heavy, u grunt heavy. show ‘em who’s boss.

5. spot ur bros: always spot ur bro when he’s goin heavy. if he fails a rep, dat’s on u, bro. don’t let him down. bros always got each other’s backs.

conclusion: u got dis, bro

bro, if u do all dis, u gon be da biggest, most shredded jock bro in da world. just lift heavy, eat clean, drink protein shakes, and flex errywhere. it’s dat simple. don’t think too much, just do it. now go hit da gym, bro. let’s goooo!

[of-storms-and-sadness]

Kill a Dixon

Hi! It's been a while and I had these two requests sitting in my inbox for a really embarrassingly long time. To these two anons, if they're even still around, I apologize...but here it is now.

8. As much as I want you to rest right now, it’s freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily!

Daryl storms through the front door of the house you share with Carol and him, before slamming it shut and heading towards the couch. You can not see him yet, but you recognize the sound of his footsteps and, tonight, they sound angry. 

You wipe your hands off your pant legs and peek your head into the living room, where you now see him sitting, a human mess covered in blood and mud and god knows what else. Your heart does a weird thing in your chest and you skip towards the couch to see if he’s been hurt. It probably isn’t his blood, so calm down and take a deep breath before you make it worse, you tell yourself inside your own head. 

You stop right in front of him, but he does nothing to acknowledge you there, even though he knows. “Daryl? Did somethin’ happen? You hurt?” You are ready to run over to the infirmary and fetch Denise if that’s the case, but the archer looks up at you for just a second before he speaks. 

“Nah, ‘m fine,” he says and goes right back to staring at his own hands while you stand there and stare at him. 

“Are you sure?” 

Now this is pushing your luck. Daryl and you aren’t exactly close. You share a house, yes, but you can only thank that to the circumstances where your old home burned down and Carol and him had room for another person. There was a moment in time where you thought you were getting closer, but that was before you two have had a little slip in the shower of his basement suite and things have been awkward since then. It was something you never talked about, though. It didn’t exist, it had been just a drunken mistake and it was now being treated as if it never even happened at all, yet it still hovered above your head whenever he was around. You have no idea how it even came to happen. It is a mistake you can’t stop thinking about, though. 

The point is, you know this man enough by now, to also know that, if he brushes you off the first time you ask, he’s gonna brush you off the second time too, and he’s not going to be gentle about it. 

“Ya deaf or sumthin?! I said ‘m fine!” He snarls and you hold your hands up in surrender. 

“Okay, okay! You’re fine! Christ! No need to bite my head off…I’m gonna go finish the dinner, you could maybe take a shower and then join me in the kitchen?” you suggest and he just grunts in response, while your cheeks blush just from saying the word shower around him. Just thinking back to that night makes you weak in the knees sometimes. Not to mention how, laying in your bed alone at night, unable to fall asleep, it sure helped you get rid of some tension more than once. God, you just wish he wasn’t so difficult to talk to. If talking to him wasn’t that damn hard, then perhaps you would’ve said something. 

**

An hour goes by. You are now sitting at the dining table, your fingers tapping one and the same melody against the wooden surface as you wait. The food is long done. The table is set for two, since Carol is at Rick’s, babysitting. Time drags and it feels like forever has passed since you heard water running down in the basement. Did he fall asleep? He had been gone for three days, so it’s a possibility since he definitely was exhausted. What if he lied though? That tiny voice inside your head whispers. What if he’s hurt? Maybe you should go and just check on him. 

So that's exactly what you do. You swiftly get up and march down the hall, but your movements turn more gentle and quiet as you reach the stairs leading down to Daryl’s little apartment, because what if he’s sleeping? You don’t want to wake him up, he needs his rest. 

The door is left slightly ajar and you softly call out his name. There’s no answer, so you decide to peek in and there he is, spread out on the couch and sound asleep. Shirtless. You lean against the doorframe and admire the sight for a moment, until he suddenly gets restless. Dog is sleeping by his side and he seems to notice too, as he’s stirred awake and jumps down, stopping for a quick cuddle with you before running up the stairs and leaving you alone with his master, who is most obviously having a nightmare. You step closer and reach down to wipe the beads of sweat forming on his forehead as you call out his name. His eyes fly open at the same exact second you realize he’s burning up.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” His growl comes at the same time as your worried statement about him having a fever. “Nah, I’m fine,” he says but you push him down as he tries to get up. 

“No, you’re not!” You argue. “You’re burning up and you’ll lay back down while I go fetch Denise!” 

“I said ‘m fine,” he insists, but as he tries to get up again, you push him back down with an ease that only makes you worry more. 

You stare at him with worried eyes. “No, you’re not fine! And as much as I want you to rest right now, it’s freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily!” You say, furrowing your brows as your mind is racing. Is it the flu? A cold? Was he injured? Oh god, had he gotten bit?! Nah, you refuse to believe the last idea that popped up in your head. Had a walker gotten him, you know for damn sure that Daryl wouldn’t come back here. He wouldn’t risk putting anyone into danger. “What happened? You gotta tell me, Daryl…this is serious…if you’re hurt and it gets infected, you could die…” you try to reason with him, but he gives you his usual answer and he even manages a snicker. 

“‘s just a scratch, no one’s dyin’, Y/N. Only a Dixon can kill a Dixon..” 

You scoff. “No, an infection can kill a Dixon too!” You say as he shows you this scratch that's actually a pretty deep gash on his leg. It looks red and nasty. “I’m getting Denise now and you won’t move your ass off the couch, because if you do, then I swear to god, Daryl…you’ll see a Y/N can fuckin’ kill a Dixon too!” Your words make him snicker again, but that only makes you more aware of how bad it is. Had he been fine and you talked to him like that, you know he would NOT find it funny. “I’m serious…” you assure him, starting to walk backwards towards the door. “Don’t fuckin’ test me, you hear?!” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he says and he even raises his hand in a little salute gesture that makes you shake your head as you turn and run up the stairs. 

[l0v3tast3]

i felt the physical need to write smth for gaz bc i luv him :(( and also i wanted to write sumthin sweet so here's grocery shopping with gaz (っ˘ω˘ς )

grocery shopping with kyle is nearly comparable to being accompanied by your own personal bodyguard. of course he always insists on driving with the excuse that he needs you to navigate (you know he's better at directions than anyone else you know). he sticks close to you as you walk through the parking lot, looking over your shoulder at the shopping list in your notes app between glances around for any sign of trouble. it's his natural state when in public, especially when he's with you, so you've given up on trying to tell him to "relax", figuring this is the best you'll ever get. once you're both inside kyle is darting over to the carts. he finds it fun. there's always a protective hand kept around the handle of it until he puts it away in the parking lot, always an eye kept on your purse when you set it in there.

before you lived together, kyle was the type to rush in, grab an armful of frozen meals and get out as fast as he could, but if you like to meander through the aisles, he's happy to walk laps around the store with you. he has a talent for finding whatever you're looking for as soon as you say it. you're "main" grocery store's layout is memorized by him by the end of your first trip there, so as soon as you check off an item he's pointing out where to go next. kyle likes when you lead him along, keeping a hand behind you on the cart to loosely pull it (he thinks it's cute when you march on ahead because then he can tease you about trying to ditch him).

kyle knows well by now that when "healthy" you is doing the grocery shopping with him, he still needs to throw in your usual snacks underneath the fruits and vegetables you claim you'll eat before they go bad. you always end up grumbling a little "thanks" after you fake being upset, so he figures it's the best course of action. he's also the type to just throw whatever he thinks he'll like into the cart- he has more than enough money for it. usually it's all snacks that don't expire for a few years, so you just laugh and make a bet with him of which ones will end up sitting in the back of the cabinets. once you're finally winding back towards the front, kyle always stands firm on using the self-checkout, and also doing all the bagging. a part-time job in high school as a grocer taught him how to go on autopilot for this part of the trip (you can see the empathetic looks he always gives to the kids struggling to bag the hundreds of pounds of family's products).

on your way out, you don't even dare attempt to carry any of the bags yourself anymore. if you even look like you're reaching to move one out of the cart or grab it out of the trunk once you're home, he'll start (jokingly) acting all defensive, saying you've offended him, wounded his pride. once it's all inside and sitting on the counters, then he needs your help with putting it all away, of course. kyle, for as organized as he is usually, is somehow pretty bad at finding things in his own home. the little sighs when he realizes he forgot where he put something is a common sound in your household. it's no surprise to you that he mostly just hands things to you to sort into the fridge and cupboards.

tl;dr, kyle is a super good shopping partner <3

(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ likes, comments n reblogs are always appreciated!!

[notallrobots]

yoo fanfic request!! i wanna see if you could potentially write sumthin based off my io bakery au... i also write but i kinda wanna see someone else's take on it haha Refs!! X X X (it's alr if you don't get to do it too.) :D

i say that im busy then i spend ALL MY DOWNTIME DOING INSIDE OUT STUFF! GAHHHH I HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK SOON! sorry that this request is super short it’s basically me googling a bunch of desserts and its ingredients. HOPE YOU ENJOY! #yuri

[lovejosephquinn]

Hello hello :))

For obvious reasons I’m in need of new smutty fics for Joe and just the mere thought of him putting him hand over my mouth in missionary gets me goin’ man. I will pay you a smooch and some big bucks if you can write sumthin like this for me :))

For obvious reasons I'm going to write this for you and I hope it fit's your needs.

A little bedtime reading for you all.

Under 18's DNI 💀

Joe had his dominant head on, he'd fucked you raw for the last hour. It wasn't through lack of trying, he just wanted to get every last orgasm out of you he could before you begged him to stop. By the fourth time it was causing tears to sweat from your eyes, your mouth dried up from lack of saliva through your squeals and hefty moans. You'd said his name like a prayer, uttering it out in several tones that made you sound desperate for the man placed above you, the only thing still wet was your gaping and sore cunt from the amount of time spent being rammed by his length. Missionary was a basic position in most peoples eyes; but it got you off more than any other.

His hips rut fiercely between your thighs, his skin chafing against the soft parts of your inner leg, his foreskin being dragged back and fourth by your clenching walls, the tightness making him hiss, his cock covered in your slick and his past climaxes making it easier to pound you. The way you whimpered in both pain and pleasure urged him to continue and when you breathed a simple please or I can't take it anymore, Joe's hand would either be wrapped around your throat, squeezing slightly in an attempt to show you who was boss, or at least bring you closer to the edge. It even turned to covering your mouth with the full palm of his hand, pressing down to shut you up whilst he concentrated on both your releases just one last time.

His growls, the way he fucked you like you were his worst enemy, like he hated you more than anyone else on this planet, turned you on more than you'd ever known possible. The way his cock fit perfectly inside your cunt, dribbling his seed inside of you, leaking several amounts of pre-cum, singing your praises, bellowing profanities when his cock throbbed inside of you, calling you a good girl, letting you know how perfect you were in taking his cock for so long, being his little slut. Practically breeding you over and over. He had you a fucked out mess, a body just being used like a rag doll for his own personal pleasure by this point.

You squirmed all over the sheets, his back red raw from the way you'd clawed your nails down it, bruises relished all over both your necks and collar bones. Lips swollen from overheated and passionate kisses. From a birds eye view, it looked like you'd both been attacked by wild animals, ravenous for each other, eating each other alive.

The way his vocal chords strained when he exploded inside of you one last time, flopping onto you, his entire body consuming you. The sound alone made the knot in your stomach erupt, nausea hitting you in a disgusting way through your final orgasm, his balls completely emptied and over stimulated, your core in agony yet still sensitive to touch from his now slow movements.

Joe being Joe afterwards, as soon as he'd got what he needed out of his system for the time being, he'd sooth you completely, giving you the aftercare you deserved. Taking you into his arms and swaying you like a baby, cooing soft sweet nothings into your ear, letting you know how much he loved you and how good you make him feel (in more ways than one), giggling at the marks all over you stating he'd marked his territory. Stroking his fingers through your hair, tickling his fingers lightly on your arm and down your back, small squeezes of reassurance checking that you were ok, loving you so deeply and contently like he'd not just been abusing your cunt minutes before.

It wouldn't be long until he was caressing you in the shower, washing you down and massaging your head. He'd still be horny for you and one way or another he'd convince you that he'd need to eat your pretty little pussy to apologise for his actions, no matter how much you couldn't take anymore, you couldn't bare the doe eyes staring back at you, begging to take his obsession further, surely enough in a mere moment, he was on his knees, your legs wrapped around his neck, holding you up in position whilst his mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue flickering onto the new aching sensation.

It was true you were his addiction.

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The hunt

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

Chapter 1 - The plan - Chapter 2 - The bounty - Chapter 3 - The spoils

Summary: the morning after 😉

(this happens before Cooper ends up in that grave)

Words: 1154

Warnings: mild swearing, canon typical violence

Reader: female reader in mind but kept it gender-neutral

Chapter 4 - The betrayal

Cooper woke up first that morning, his breath hitched as he felt your warm body curled up next to him. He could barely remember the last time he woke up like this to someone else. He placed a hesitant kiss on your head, secretly hoping you'd continue to sleep as he attempted to slip out of the bed, fearing that you'd might regret last night. But luck was not on his side as you stirred, slowly waking up at the sudden loss of him next to you. He froze as you wiped the sleep from your eyes while mumbling a good morning in between yawns.

"Look at me", he suddenly said with a trembling voice.

The agonising wait was unbearable, the need to get over with your disgusted stare of regret urged him to cup your cheeks and turn your face towards him. And yet, that gaze he was so afraid of never came, your eyes were simply filled with affection, leaving him stunned.

"Do you know what happens when you force me to look at your naked self?", you chuckled, tracing a finger along his lower lip.

Before he could respond, you leaned in, kissing him gently. Your tongue ghosted teasingly over his lips before you finally got out of bed, collecting your clothes from the floor. Whatever thoughts he was lost in got interrupted when you tossed his worn out blue-yellow shirt at him.

"Let's get ready, we still have a prick to kill", your hands held up a torn piece of fabric, "and I'd like to point out that you, Mr Howard, still owe me a new tanktop."

With a mischievous wink, you playfully threw the torn piece at him, laughing as he caught it inches from his face. His eyes darted between the torn top and your bare chest, a wicked smile dancing on his lips.

"Oh I very much prefer you without it but I won't let anyone claim that this ghoul ain't paying his debts. I'll get ya a new one", he assured you, walking towards the door before turning around one last time, "and I'll scout the area. One can never be too careful."

Cooper shoved your top into a pocket of his coat. Just in case you ever came to your senses and grew disgusted by him, he wanted to hold onto a small reminder of better times. Leaving the motel, he was about to turn the corner when an oddly familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Do ya really think he's here?"

"Course, it's closest, idiot!"

He heard a loud slap, causing him to chuckle despite the nausea Honcho's voice provoked in him.

"Ouch! Don't need hittin' me! Shouldn't we get more firepower before takin' on a guy like 'im? And isn't he with 'er? Two of 'em is too much!"

"Nah sumthin' tells me he took care of 'er already, he's a ruthless bastard but we got the upper hand, surprise 'n all so shut up and get on lookin' for that ugly ass ghoul!"

Cooper turned on his heel, rushing back through the entrance of the motel and sprinted up the stairs. His mind raced a thousand miles an hour on how to get out of this alive and, most importantly, ensure your survival as well since you wouldn't benefit from the same healing perks. As he jumped past the last step, he bumped into a woman, her noisy complaints instantly filling the hallway. Although he saw her lips moving, the words failed to reach him as the pandemonium and desperation in his mind gradually took shape.

"You know what lady? Today's your unlucky day! No ghoul will ever be in your way again."

He seized her by the neck and forcefully flung her into the corner of your shared room upon entering. You looked up at the sudden turmoil, your eyes darting between the woman and Cooper. Without uttering a single word, he approached, grabbed your shotgun from the table and fired at the other woman. You shrieked, watching her brain splatter on the walls as her body crumpled to the floor.

"What the hell Coop?!", you shouted, your gaze never leaving the lifeless form before you.

Although his exterior remained composed and almost icy, a burning panic raged within him. Torn between the honest truth and the convenient lie, he took a moment to reevaluate the situation. You were both fucked if he didn't act soon and, while a few days ago, he wouldn't have given a damn about anyone else's fate, he did right now, reminding himself of how much simpler life had been when he was that selfish bastard everyone feared and despised. His hands gripped your arms, holding them painfully tight as he hoisted you up from the bed onto your feet. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes that you couldn't place. He must have spotted something suspicious outside but as long as he wouldn't speak up, you were left to guess.

"Coop, please tell me what's wrong", you pleaded.

"Gotta trust me on this one, sweetheart", he replied before he pressed his lips on yours, "and I'm sorry."

"Wha-"

The rest of your question got stuck in your throat as your entire world abruptly plunged into darkness. Cooper cradled your limp body in his arms, burying his face in your soft hair and inhaling deeply before gently lowering you to the ground and carefully tucking you underneath the bed. He grabbed the last few of your clothes that still clung to the chair and proceeded to dress the headless corpse. Just as he was about to stand up, the door burst open, Slim barging in with his gun trained on the ghoul, closely followed by Honcho, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Well well well", Slim giggled with excitement, "looks like ya were right, Honcho, ol' fucker got 'er good."

A faint feeling of relief washed over Howard as Dom's stupid lackeys presumed the lifeless body was yours.

"Ah ya know me too well", Cooper chuckled, his gaze fixed on Slim, who took a cautious step back while keeping his gun aimed, "so what's it gonna be?"

"Given ya relations with my pa, I'm truly sorry for gettin' ya like this but you know...caps are caps", Honcho began.

"Aaah my presence makes the great Dom Pedro too nervous?", Cooper mocked, slowly raising his hands, "well took care of 'er for you two little birdbrains, now take me to the boss, will ya?"

Honcho flashed his yellowed teeth in a grimy smile as Biggie made his way into the room and positioned himself behind Howard. He slammed the rear end of his Junk Jet onto the back of the ghoul's head, knocking him out. All that was left now, was for the unconscious Cooper to hope that those three idiots wouldn't find you while dragging his body off to Dom Pedro.

Part 5

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You know what's really funny to me? The trope of Bakugou in canon being super talented at everything that he does. In canon it's supposed to be for laughs when he's good at random shit, but I don't understand how it's supposed to be funny when the funnier route would have been that this guy has dedicated himself to nothing else but being extremely good at fighting with his quirk and to be a hero that he's actually super ass at everything else. But I guess having a complex version of Bakugou where he learns that there's more to life than heroics and maybe is way less of a demon isn't something that would have been interesting. ALSO ALSO, genuinely I'm confused as to why people think Bakugou is super smart. Like I get that he was excelling at school and was taking mock UA tests and shit, blah blah blah, but:

A) I can totally see his marks getting doctered by Aldera

B) Passing the UA exam doesn't tell me shit about his intelligence, since people who are "dumber" (Kaminari and Ashido) than him also passed the same exam. Without even knowing the proper format of the test (keeping in mind it's also a standardized test) there's no real way to gauge how "intelligent" someone has to be to do well. Also there's a bunch of General-Ed students who passed that test so again, doesn't tell me much.

C) For all the praise that he receives, there's nothing really like "intelligent" or complex about the plans that Bakugou comes up with when people suck him off for being such a good tactician. He fully somehow thought he could overwhelm fucking ALL-MIGHT with his explosions alone, if he's such a good tactician why would he all of a sudden fuck this up? Also, his "counter" to Uraraka's plan was just do bigger explosions, so again, nothing to do with his actual intellect, it's just his quirk. Which brings me to,

D) Bakugou fully should have been taken out by Uraraka's plan. I get that she was tanking hits and he wasn't, but he suffers no backlash at all from unleashing his quirk all day, and is even able to fire off massive explosions no problem. I don't care what bullshit excuse Horikoshi or the fandom comes up with, unless Bakugou has a second quirk that makes him indestructible or lets him cancel out forces, those massive explosions would have shattered his arms and legs from the recoil. But nooooooo, Todoroki suffers from acute frosbite and Midoriya shatters himself when he uses OfA. But Bakugou? Ah well, sometimes we'll remember that he's running out of sweat or his wrists will hurt a little or sumthin.

E) Why is Bakugou (and I guess Kirishima by extension as well) more ripped and buff then Midoriya when canonically somehow managed to balance a fucking small pick up truck on the last pile of garbage that he stood on when he cleared the beach. Midoriya should be jacked and stacked like Jotaro fucking Kujo in part 3 and be an immovable object, yet some how Bakugou is shown to be physically stronger than him??? Midoriya should be casually lifting couches with the entire class sitting on it so he can vaccum underneath.

PS. I think it would've been exponentially better to have IZUKU be the one who is good and talented at random shit. Like the kid who didn't have the one thing that is required of all heroes (a quirk) and tries to overcompensate for his "uselessness" by being insanely talented and skilled at tons of different hobbies would have been an awesome angle, he's genius enough to pull it off. Not only would it give us more insight on his life before All Might, but it would also make Bakugou less of a Mary Sue (seriously, the narrative bends over backwards for him) and Izuku less of an untalented loser (again, the narrative loves shitting on him, sweet Jesus). Having Bakugou be terrible at everything besides heroics and Izuku being good at everything "besides heroics" might've made for an interesting character parallel that Hori insists on shoving down our throats for 400 chapters straight 😒

Honestly I think Bakugou is competitive enough he does excel in multiple areas. But it's cause he worked at it, and has no natural talent with them. And he doesn't talk about what he's bad at.

Like- I headcanon he sucks at sewing and doesn't talk about it. At all.

I also headcanon while he's a good cook, none of his food is safe for ANYONE but himself to eat thanks to his Quirk.

As for the rest: Bakugou is shown to take studying seriously, and I think he is a good test taker. I just also think that he's probably not as far ahead as others. Someone sent an ask pointing out how high end UA is, so Kaminari and Ashido are probably much smarter then we think they are, they just don't show it. Like- Kaminari has shown he's good with literature and I always picture him as good with languages. (He's also a nerd who thinks he should read things in their original language) Ashido I see as being really into stuff like sociology and social studies due to her introverted nature.

Just because they're the lowest in class doesn't mean they're complete idiots. Someone has to be bottom of the class.

For Bakugou- as I said I picture him as a good test taker. Some people completely flub tests but rock other forms of learning, but the opposite is true and that's how I picture Bakugou. He doesn't talk about how his essays aren't as good as some of the rest of the class, or does he brag about his other classwork. But tests? He rocks them.

I do like the idea of Izuku as being much better then Bakugou in multiple things, he just doesn't talk about it cause Bakugou would pitch a fit and/or society enforced that he's worthless.

I firmly think the sports festival was a dumbass plotline with Bakugou and Uraraka should have won, I agree. I think it would have been very humbling, and would have actually been a good start of a redemption arc for Bakugou. But then, I think he should have also been in the bottom five of the class because UA has different standards vs other schools.

Bakugou is such wasted potential as a character who introduces how society sets kids like him up to fail, but it's ruined. 'He is a top hero' oh come on, he should have been ranked lower and be completely fine with it because he realizes ranks are bullshit and being a hero means saving people.

Or he should have been tossed out of school because of his actions but it's a shonen manga, gotta cut some slack. It's just... so much potential. Wasted.

As for the buff stuff: some people just don't put on muscle well. I'm pretty damn strong for someone in my shape, but I don't have the genes for a muscle body. None of my family does, despite most of us being pretty damn strong. Izuku, we've seen, is pretty damn buff under his clothing. He just doesn't have the right genes to be like Bakugou or Kirishima.

It happens.

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</3 Breaking up w/ mha characters + little snippets </3

A/N - Let me know if you guys want full length fics for any of these cause I may or may not do some. Im starting this off with the main three but hopefully Ill do more characters later. Also Shoto's is a lil shorter than the rest my bad. Yk the drill on rpoof reading.

Reader- GN for Bakugou and Deku, fem used for Todoroki (Though it could be veiwed as more of a Afab reader instead, just mind the pronouns) , She/Her, You/Your/ Yours

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters aside from my depiction of Y/N.

Pairings (separate) - Bakugou x (engaged)reader, Deku/Midoriya x (dating) reader , Todoroki x (engaged) reader

Warning- Mentions of violence/death/injury (No abusive relationship is written in this it is just part of their jobs as hero's). Arranged marriage for Shoto's

Category- Angst Check Master-list for follow up's for each character.

-♡- ✮Bakugou K.✮

Reason: He didn't care enough to make time

Plain and simple.

He's a busy guy, esp once he becomes a pro hero

It starts off small too

He misses the good morning kiss he usually gives you

Next its coming home late

At first you thought maybe he was just tired.

Until he starts blowing off dates. Here you were. Sitting in your chair uncomfortable with the amount of whispers that you could hear. 3 hours you had been waiting. Pity glanced brushed off your shoulders as you sighed flagging down a waiter. "ready to order?" the waiter said in a small voice as he watched you try to cover the sadness in your tone "Yea.. Ill take.."

Katsuki arrived home later that night. Covered in soot and ash as he lay on the couch.

You found him in the morning, still fast asleep.

You sighed as you let it slide, he was busy, surely it was a one time thing right?

Wrong

So so very wrong

He had missed a total of 20 dates

20 .

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It wasn't until you finally had enough of being second place to his job did you try and talk to him...

Bad idea. It was late. The glow from your alarm clock light your face, dried tears staining your checks. You looked down at the sliver ring on your finger. Unaware of the door to your shared apartment having been opened. Katsuki's footsteps were heavy, sluggish movements as he kicked off his boots. His gauntlets thrown carelessly onto the couch noticing the dim light from your shared bedroom. Tracking his way into the room he noticed you staring down at your ring, twisting it nervously as you spaced out. A low grumble snapped you from your thoughts as you stared up at him, eyes devoid of the warm glow he fell in love with. "Bakugou. We need to talk." His thoughts came to a halt at your words. Why the actual fuck were you using his last name? He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he sighed clearly annoyed at the shit you were trying to pull. "Can this wait, Im fucking tired and-" he huffed only to be cut off "It can't wait." There was a cold sadness to your voice, foreign to his ears. He had to be hearing things. He watched as you stood only now taking in the rest of the room. Your things were missing. "Did we get robbed or sumthin- where the fuck is all your stuff" He said making a vague gesture to what now felt like a very empty room. Katsuki's eyes landed on the packed suitcase. Everything clicking in place now. You were leaving. He felt a lump form in his throat as he looked you over. You looked almost as tired as him. You kept your eyes low fidgeting with the ring once more before speaking. Your words calm and thought out. "I think we should take a break" Now. Katsuki has grown alot in the past years. But something inside him snapped at hearing the dreaded words fall out of your mouth. To him you were giving up on him. Like everyone else. Emotions swirled through his scarlet eyes before an anger bubbled over them.

Yeaaaa.....

Safe to say you both didnt recover from that. -♡- ✮Midoriya I. (Deku !!)✮

Reason- He's too scared of leaving you that he kept you at arms length.

You heard me right folks

Poor bby is scared that one day he wont be around and he'll leave you all alone

Solution?

Leave you all alone while he's still alive :D

Being fr tho ever since he became the new symbol of peace he's had this unconscious state of "Any moment may be my last"

Thing is he didn't really develop this until one night.... There had been a villain attack, one far more catastrophic then anyone would have predicted. Izuku came home hours later battered and bruised beyond belief. Walking into the your shared house it wasn't until he heard muffled cries that he snapped out of his daze rushing to the source only to find you, clutching his shirt, tears streaming down your face as the sound of the news blasted through the room. You turned your head to see your boyfriend, leaning against the door frame, splattered with blood and dirt his clothes torn with wounds oozing the horrid crimson liquid. Your glossy eye's met forest green and you sprang to your feet tripping as you fell, hands gripping his. That night Izuku fought tears while he watched you try to scold him between sobs about how he should have called you. How scared you were and how much you needed him to come home after stuff like that. Something in him switched that night. He never wanted to see you cry like that again.

And so he distanced himself

AND I DONT WANT ANYONE BEING LIKE

"Oh why dont u just come home early when stuff like that happens or be more careful"

At the end of the day there is no guarantee he'll be able to call you.

Or that he'll always be safe

There's no guarantee He'll be alive at the end of the day.

Its the realistic statistic's of his life

And of course being the symbol of peace, he had to accept that

But the thought of leading you on with the rest of the world

Leading you to think that every night he'll be there to lay next to you.

Allowing you to feel so much pain if he ever did leave.

The thought alone had him uneasy.

So he did the only thing he could think of.

Letting you leave first. You sighed as you packed your things, Izuku watching out of the corner of his eye, trying his best to act indifferent to it all. "I think that's the last of it..." You said gripping the handle as you looked over to the man you had loved for years. The man that you thought you would marry. The man who now wouldn't even spare you a glance. A uninterested hum echoed through the house. Utter shock painting your face as you scoffed biting back tears that threatened to spill once again. You turned on your heel hand hovering over the cool steel of the door handle before you stopped. "You're not the man I fell in love with, not anymore." You turned the handle leaving the shattered man behind. The slam of the door making the hero flinch. He did it. He kept you save. So why was he still crying? -♡- ✮Todoroki S.✮

Reason - He never gave it a chance

You two had been young when your parents arranged for you both to be wed.

You were told since day one about it.

Shoto, not so much.

It wasn't until he turned 18 was he told of this.

His first thoughts?

He hated it.

He hated the whole idea.

He despised it so much that he fought tooth and nail to get out of it. "You're not listening to me- I don't want to marry someone I've never met!" Anger filled his body as he yelled at his stoic father. The man never once cracking a look of sympathy for his son. Instead he stood up, firm eyes trailing down to the duo coloured ones below. "She had no problem with it. I don't see why you're making such a fuss, its for the family's blood line and-" Shoto felt flames crawl up his skin as he listened to his fathers ramble. Tired of it all he left leaving the man talking to thin air. He paced his training room before sending the room into a pit of rage filled flames. Ice covered the windows as he let out all his pent up anger. Cursing aloud at how foolish anyone would be to marry someone they didn't know.

Safe to say he didnt even want to meet you.

But you did and eventually got engaged.

But it was all a lie.

He didn't love you. He made sure you both knew it -♡- A/N I ran out of room. :/ I can redo Shoto's if yall end up liking this idk