#i cut my hair off (so i could rock back and forth without thinking of you)! i threw away my first ever docs! and i already feel lighter

[hearditinapastlife2019]

trying to move away from identifying with my c-ptsd and identifying as a traumatized person so much because i feel like at this point in my healing that over-identification is stifling real hard growth. but it’s hard to figure out how to detach myself from that identity and those experiences when it impacts the fundamentals of my selfhood every day in everything i do. something to meditate on!

[itadodori]

#note: obsessive nanami with a breeding kink?? i think tf yes!

obsessed!nanami who necessarily doesn’t like to show how head over heels for you he is. he’s the type that likes to cover it up, keep it a secret just in case it creeps you out. however, he couldn’t very well hide his addiction to you when he was inches deep in you, thinking about changing both of your lives for the better.

he’s been begging to try for a baby for months now, and he was getting really fed up with your answers. you would always say yes but when it finally came down to it you’d make him pull out. what type of shit was that?

“so what d’ya say baby? gonna let me fill this pretty lil pussy up? give ya’ all my babies?” his hands flew to your hair, pulling it so hard that your head was forced back. you couldn’t even give him a solid answer with the state you were in.

not with the way his hips were snapping back and forth to meet yours, or the way his lips roughly sucked on your neck— leaving marks which were very well intended.

your shaky hands involuntary found their way to his stomach, trying to push the man out of you so you could catch some type of break.

“k..k..kento please! t’s too m..much i-“ your words were quickly cut off by him smacking your hand. you should’ve knew better honestly, he never liked when you tried to push him away, but that still didn’t stop you.

this time, you used your foot to try and push him away—but again.. you should’ve known better. as soon as he saw your leg move he was quick to slap your thigh, causing you to hiss and put it right back where he had them pinned.

“you didn’t answer my question princess.. can i?” now his thrusts were even faster than before, and he made sure to give your clit some extra attention as well, slowly teasing it by rubbing small circles around the throbbing bud.

now that was enough to drive you insane, nanami knew what he was doing, he always did. he was purposely trying to overstimulate you because he knew how easy you give into him when you’re in that state.

with curling toes, and a wide mouth you tried to escape from his grasp— well, more like you quite literally tried to run away from him.

you knew exactly what he was planning and you weren’t giving in that easily, that’s what you hoped at least.

his face fell into a frown when he realized your weak attempted to escape him, you did this every time the two of you had sex.. you could never last for longer than thirty minutes, and usually he would let you off the hook.. but this time, he had other plans.

when nanami finally got fed up of you trying to run, he became more serious. his touch was no longer passionate and steady, it was sloppy and rough.

the hand he was using to hold your legs up soon became the hand he used to grip your neck. it caught you off guard at first since he’d never done it before, but you soon became used to the feeling, and it only added to your pleasure.

“stop tryin’ to run from me. i told you about this before, keep it up and you just might get fucked up.” it was a small warning. the way his eyes locked with yours, and held that familiar gaze of seriousness, you knew he wasn’t fucking around.

you didn’t miss the way your pussy clenched tighter around him at his words, or the way you suddenly got the feeling to let him do whatever with you.

this time was different than all the other times you two had sex.. usually he wouldn’t be so— aggressive. not that you were complaining though.

you knew he was finally getting serious when he let go of the hold he had on your legs, what was he planning next? he pulled out of you without a word, and your face studied his for some type of answer.

confusion quickly took over your body, but you weren’t left confused for long.. nanami rocked his hips backwards before slamming back into you without any warning, continuing his previous goal.

the scream you let out was loud, all your neighbors most likely heard it too, probably wondering what the hell was going on.

nanami’s hands gripped on your waist, keeping you still since he knew you loved to fucking move, or better yet run. “what do you have to say to me, darling?”

“’m sorry baby— fuck! ‘m so sorry.” you had no choice but to stay still this time, you knew he wasn’t letting you get away again. even if you never really got away in the first place— he’d make sure you never thought about running from him (or his dick) again.

by this time nanami was already too far gone to listen to you. the way your pussy was squeezing around him like this, and sucking him in.. he couldn’t listen to you. not when he had a job to do.

the more your walls sucked him in, the more he felt his rationality slipping away. he couldn’t hold out much longer.. you knew he wanted kids from the beginning right? plus, it’s not like you didn’t want this. you told him yes many times before, so why not just get it over with already?

“pussy’s suckin’ me in so fuckin’ good princess, gonna fill you up real good. m..make your tummy all nice n’ round with my babies. fuck.. you’re gonna look so beautiful. tits all swollen and shit,”

his hand involuntarily came down to your stomach— carefully rubbing it as if there was a baby in there already.

you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. just as you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to carry this man’s children.

feeling him rub on your stomach while mumbling such vulgar words.. it was enough to throw you over the edge.

“oh fuck ken! ‘m cumming baby, please ‘m gonna-” he pushed down on your lower stomach, knowing that’d be more than enough to get you where he wanted you.

without warning, liquid starting pouring out of you and it was only then that you realized it wasn’t just cum.. you had squirted. and because of that, nanami wasn’t too far behind you.

“yes mama, milk this shit. let me give it all to you.. this pretty lil pussy takin’ me so well- shit!” as you were still riding out your orgasm, he was right behind you, finally filling you up with the warm cum he’d been storing so long.. just for you.

“mm yes ken. wanna have all your babies, my love. give it to me please!” little did you know, he had a lot to give, poor guy had been waiting for this moment for years now. and it was finally here.

the two of you couldn’t keep quiet even when you both already finished cumming. nanami didn’t want to pull out, he wanted to stay buried inside of you forever. the feeling of your pussy gripping him was something he’d never get tired of.

sadly, he eventually did have to pull out. you kept fussing about wanting to go to sleep, and how you didn’t want to go to sleep with him inside of you because of what he did last time.

“fine, but before you go to sleep let me just..” he got on his knees, holding your legs up just like before but this time he had a clear view of your pussy. no, his pussy.

she looked so worn out, and even now she was still clenching around nothing— clearly missing the feeling of his dick. however, what peaked his interest most was his cum spilling out of you.

well we surely couldn’t have that, could we? what was the point of all that hard work if it was all just going to go to waste..

without a second thought he ran his fingers down your folds, lapping up all the liquids that were already spilling out, earning a low moan from you.

“w..what are you doing?”

he ignored your question— focusing on collecting all the spilled out cum purely with his bare hands. once he felt he’d done enough, he wasted no time plunging his fingers into you, pushing back all of the cum that tried escaping.

“go to sleep. im going to stay like this for a while, i don’t want a single drop wasted.”

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[suksatoru]

𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝙴𝙳! 🍰♡ ༘*.ﾟ🧸🎀

synopsis; you and your daughter surprise your husband, satoru, on his birthday with breakfast in bed! ₊˚⊹♡🧁✧ ˚.

content; satoru!gojo x reader. daddy's girl ofccc

wc; 700⋆.˚

"Shh! We don't want daddy to wake up early on his birthday, right bubba?" You whisper with a smile, carefully taking the spoon from your daughters small, chubby hands as she peers up at you with a gummy smile

Today was Satoru's birthday - and as opposed as you were to sweets first thing in the morning, you believe your husband's sweet tooth will be absolutely thrilled by the surprise you had planned for him this fateful morning.

After lathering the remaining frosting onto the mini cupcake, you plate it before taking it with you to you and Satoru's bedroom - your baby trailed right behind you dutifully

Your daughter has just recently began to walk, so she still struggles to match your quick and excited steps as she wobbles behind you - clinging to your pajama pants as you slowly open your bedroom door

Satoru is laying on his stomach in bed, his pale hair ruffled from sleep with the slightest bit of drool running down his chin as he slept. You smile as you turn on the lamp to give the room some light - enough for you to maneuver yourself around the bed and plop yourself and your baby down onto it, but not enough to wake Satoru from his sleep.

"Dada." Your daughter whispers, poking Satoru's cheek with a giggle as Satoru mumbles something incoherent into his pillow - before his lashes are fluttering open when he smells fire

"What - " He starts, but is immediately cut off by the sight of his wife and daughter leaning over him with a small cupcake in hand - a sparkly candle lit atop it as you press a kiss onto his soft cheek

"Good morning, birthday man." You whisper, and Satoru smiles lazily as he wraps his arm around both of you, carefully placing the cupcake on his bedside table to hug the two of you freely as your daughter starts singing Happy birthday - her cheerful voice messing up a good seventy percent of the lyrics - but Satoru applauded her nonetheless after her little performance

"My little girl is a lovely singer. You think you can sing to me every morning?" Satoru teases with a sleepy laugh as your daughter claps her hands enthusiastically before crying out an adorable yes!

"How hard was it to convince mommy to give daddy a cupcake before breakfast? And without brushing my teeth!" Satoru adds with a dramatic gasp, tickling your daughter's belly as she squeals with laughter

"No brushing on daddy's birthday!"

He smiles as he looks at his little girl, one hand propping her up on his chest while his other hand holds yours under the blanket - he looks up at you from where he laid on the bed, a smirk forming on his handsome face

"No birthday kiss from mommy?" He teases, and you roll your eyes with a smile before you kiss him softly - he cradles the back of your head as he holds both you and your baby close to his chest while smiling against your lips - he sits up quickly after as your daughter folds herself under his arm while you hold out his cupcake in front of him

"You have to make a good wish, ok? " You say, and Satoru's heart swells at the sight of your smile

"There isn't a single other thing I could want." He whispers, the fire from the candle making his eyes shine in the dim room as you smile softly

"We'll all blow it out together, alright?" He says with a grin as your daughter rocks back and forth excitedly

"Ready?" He asks you, and you nod along with your little girl as Satoru begins to count down

"3..2..1!" He exclaims, and the three of you all blow the candle - the small fire is out in an instant, and you clap your hands with a laugh before you all begin eating the small cupcake - double chocolate, a perfect match for Satoru's sweet tooth

His birthday started off perfectly, with a lazy morning of breakfast in bed with his two favorite people in the world. No doubt you two had planned an amazing day for him on his birthday - he wouldn't have it any other way.

he's so daddy i can't (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) <333

[hysteria-things]

hii again !! so sorry but i just thought of another idea after watching the new sam and colby video w the Sturniolos and is it possible for you to make a smut abt that clip where matt wore the robe in the hotel?? i just love your writing and tbh you're the only acc i go to if i have a request

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: (soft?) dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a long day of doing activities on your weekend getaway, unwinding is a must.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT with a pinch of fluff, swearing, fingering, praising, p in v, possessiveness if you squint, unprotected sex (please no!)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 625

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: for @skadltmf :)

no need to apologize! you’re so sweet and thank you for the kind words💕 hope you like it!

a glimpse of matt’s wet hair catches your vision. you guys went away for the weekend of your anniversary, and you just got back from doing activities around the city.

you’re sitting on the bed in your suite. you try to look away, but your eyes feel magnetic toward your boyfriend.

he rubs the steam off of the bathroom mirror to look at himself, tying the robe that shows just enough of his chest. you bite down on your bottom lip.

“you’re staring.” matt says, snapping you out of your gaze that was on his fidgeting hands playing with the robe.

“nuh-uh.” you lie terribly, and he chuckles. you squeeze your thighs together as he walks over to the bed, hovering over you and kissing you on the cheek. “you sure?” he says lowly in your ear, nibbling your earlobe.

his hand runs down your chest to the waistband of your shorts. his fingers tug at it, a whine coming from you. “matt.”

he kisses your jaw and slips his fingers in, rubbing at your clit. you squirm under his touch. “so wet for me already.”

after rubbing in some circles, he slips two fingers into you. you arch your back and moan, feeling how well you wrap around his fingers. he leaves marks on your neck while pumping slowly, but you need more.

without thinking, you find the knot in front of the robe and start untying it, causing matt to slip his fingers out of you. he yanks your hands away. “matt, please.” you groan. “i need you so bad.”

the only downside is that you guys don’t have condoms. it’s rare when you guys go unprotected, but matt 100% has a good pullout game. still, you guys like to use one just in case.

he smirks, tugging on the robe to reveal his hard-on. “you want to feel my cock sliding in and out of you, baby?”

“i need it so bad,” you repeat in a whine. he pulls down your shorts and starts to tease his tip at your soaking entrance. your lips part in a loud moan when he starts thrusting into you.

your body rocks back and forth at his pace, your legs finding his waist and wrapping around it. “f-fuck, you feel so good.”

he grunts, slamming his hips down harder into your pelvis. you could feel every inch of him inside you, and the feeling sends your eyes rolling back. “s-shit, matt! holy go—” your screams are cut short by a hand covering your mouth.

“you have to— jeez,” he starts before fluttering his eyes closed and having his mouth agape. he takes in how fucking amazing you feel clamping around his dick. “b-be quiet. don’t want people to know how good i fuck my girl behind closed doors.”

however, it’s still obvious with the headboard banging against the wall. he releases his hand from your mouth, the same hand now holding onto the headboard for stability.

you grip onto the front of the robe; high-pitched squeals leave your lips before biting down on them, but it’s no use. “so fucking beautiful, baby.” matt praises, and that alone forms a knot in your stomach.

he rests his head on your shoulder and moans. “this perfect pussy is a-all for me. f-fucking love it.”

you exhale matt’s name when the knot snaps, cumming all over his base and the sheets. he pulls out and paints your stomach white, collapsing on top of you as he pants in your neck.

the two of you lay in comfortable silence before he finally picks his head up to look at your face. he smiles lazily, his eyes filled with lust. “happy one year.” he mumbles, kissing you soft on the lips.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72

[droopycoquette]

WAG Life || Lucy Bronze x Reader

Summary: Lucy’s obsessed with the idea of you being her WAG

Warnings: established relationship, smut, strap-on, lucy having a domestic kink

Word Count: 2.6k

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The plane rocked back and forth due to turbulence as Lucy scrolled through her Instagram feed and her heart stopped when she saw her girlfriend. Instantly liking it, she thumbed through the photos of the recent post. It was mainly pictures of you at the women’s World Cup but she felt herself pause when she saw one; a photo of you cooking. She could feel herself heating up but it all came to a point when she read your caption: 

Living my best WAG life.

She had always liked the idea of you being her little wife in the stands cheering her on and not having to work for anything. Only taking care of her, never wanting for anything, and relying solely on her. It was enough to make Lucy combust. You had no idea what you were doing to her, playing right into her fantasy without even realizing it.

"Fuck," she mumbled to herself.

As she scrolled through your posts, she noticed that you had posted a lot more homemaking content. Pictures of you cooking, cleaning, or rearranging things. If she didn't know better, she would think you were doing these things on purpose.

"Lucy, we're touching down soon," Millie called.

"Okay," Lucy mutters, not taking her eyes off her phone, off of you.

Lucy's need to see you doubled. She couldn't wait to get to your shared apartment and just be with you. You were all she could think about when the plane touched down. You were all she could think about when she was driving to the apartment. And you were all she could think about as she walked up the stairs.

Her insides tingled as she approached the door, unlocking it quietly and entering the space. She could hear footsteps on the hardwood floors before she could see the person they belonged to.

"Lucy!"

"Darling!"

You flew into her arms without a second thought, forcing her to drop her luggage to be able to catch you. Lucy automatically brought her hands under your butt to support you, groaning when she realized you weren't wearing pants

"You're home," you sighed into her neck.

"Damn right, I am."

"I missed you," you mumbled into her skin.

"I missed you," Lucy grinned, making her way over to the kitchen counter. "You know what else I missed?"

She could feel you shake your head.

"Your kisses."

You brought your face out of her neck finally and looked at her.

"I missed kissing you," you confessed, bringing your lips closer to hers.

Lucy couldn't take it anymore, softly placing her lips onto yours. The kiss was sweet and gentle as if you both were afraid to break the other. Lucy softly set you on the counter, the cold marble against your bare skin causing you to shiver.

As the footballer breaks the kiss, she looks around the apartment.

The last time Lucy had been in the apartment, you both had just bought it. It was empty save for a TV, a sofa, and a queen bed in the shared room. Now, it looked completely different. It looked like a home.

"You've been working," Lucy gawks.

"Do you like it," you ask shyly. "I wanted you to come home to something nice. You've worked so har-

She cut you off as she connected your lips once more, not being able to be away from you for long. Lucy could feel her insides melting at your words. This is everything she ever wanted.

"Everything is perfect," Lucy whispered in between kisses, rubbing your bare thighs. "It's beautiful."

Lucy watched as you beamed at the praise, a smile gracing your features.

"I was about to get started on dinner," you began. "Is there anything specific you want?"

Lucy almost moans at your question, "No, anything you make will be good."

You nod, giving her one more peck before getting to work and shooing her off to put her luggage away.

When Lucy returns, she can't keep her eyes off of you. The raven-haired woman was forced to watch as you hummed and twirled around the kitchen, cooking for her. You were cooking for her. It was enough to drive her mad.

"Luce, do you want to help me," you ask with a smile.

"No. I enjoy watching you," Lucy says simply.

"Okay."

As she watched you it dawned on her, you were wearing her old kit, the number 2 and the name "Bronze" showing proudly on the back. You really did have no idea what you were doing. Completely out of touch with how much you were turning your girlfriend on. Lucy could feel herself growing wetter and wetter by the minute.

"I think I'm going to go take a shower, love."

"Okay, I think everything should be in the shower caddy on the side. And the towels are in the cupboard under the sink," you explain, turning around and wiping your hands on a towel.

Everything you were doing was doing something to Lucy and it kind of annoyed her. She needed you so bad.

"O-okay," she stuttered walking off to the bathroom.

As she undressed, Lucy couldn't help but continue to think about you. Your words, your actions, your touch, all of it made her want you more and more. She turned the water on and stepped under the warm spray, closing her eyes and letting out a deep sigh. It felt amazing to be home and with you again.

She can't help but replay the scene in her head. You were cooking for her, taking care of her. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have you in her life. The steam filled up the bathroom as she lathered her body with soap. After a little bit, she hops out and quickly dresses in a sports bra and sweatpants.

She rounds the corner with her hands in her pockets and is greeted with a set table and you doing the dishes. She leans against the wall and watches you for a bit, nipping at her bottom lip and adjusting her glasses as she thinks. You hadn't noticed her yet, your attention focused on cleaning. So focused that you didn't notice her coming up behind you until you felt her hand around your waist and the other around your throat.

"Hello," you smile, the hand around your neck forcing you into an arch to face her.

"Hello," she smirked back, pecking your lips. "I was hoping you would join me in the shower."

"I'm sorry," you frown. "How about we take one tomorrow morning."

If you can walk, Lucy thought to herself.

"I love you being like this," Lucy sighs, releasing your neck and allowing you to turn and face her.

"Like what," you asked confused, loving the feeling of her arms around your waist.

"Like my little housewife," she sighs. "I love that you don't have to work and that you can just be home, taking care of me."

"I love doing it," you reply, wrapping your arms loosely around her neck.

After a beat of silence, you ask, "What are you thinking about?"

"You," Lucy whispers.

Her eyes stayed on yours as your breath hitched. You raised yourself up on your toes to shyly peck her lips, your hands loosely playing with strands of her hair Her hands trail from your waist to her shoulder blades.

"Jump."

You obey and wrap your legs around her waist, your lips automatically finding hers in a rough heated kiss. She devoured you, her tongue intermingling with yours as she did. She carried you to your shared bedroom, setting you down against the wall.

"What are you doing to me," Lucy asked, her accent thick.

You stared at her with doe eyes, confusion clouding them.

"Fuck, you've ruined me. I can't describe it. But, you've ruined me for anyone else."

You groan as she kisses your neck, her body pressed against yours firmly. Your moans only fueled her as she descended down to your core. Glancing up at you, she smirks as your brain begins to fizzle out, she can see it.

"What's got you so worked up, love," Lucy asks, her nose rubbing against your clothed slit. "Tell me."

"Fuck," you whimpered, your back pressing against the wall.

"I won't do anything until you tell me."

You gasp as her thumbs press against your hip bones, her hands holding the small of your back.

"Fuck," you whimpered. "I love being your housewife. It makes me feel really good."

Lucy moans into your thighs at your confession, her own thighs pressing together. Still kneeling, she raises herself up to kiss your stomach. Placing little pecks on your skin causing you to buck forward.

"Yeah? What else?"

"And, I love," you gasp as Lucy's tongue drags against your clothed core. "I love how you take care of me and how I don't have to think when you're around."

Lucy watched as you began to grind yourself onto her tongue, your hips shaking as your clit caught on the ridge of her wet muscle. She couldn't move as she watched in pure shock and awe. How were you so perfect? It was as if you were reading her mind.

Lucy's fingers hooked on your underwear as her eyes found yours. A smirk found its way onto her lips as your eyes quickly looked somewhere else, unable to handle the intensity. Cute.

Lucy slowly pulled your underwear down your legs, flinging them somewhere over her shoulder. You began to take your shirt off.

"No, love. Keep it on. Please keep it on," Lucy begged.

Your hands dropped the hem of the kit immediately.

"Love seeing you in this, baby," Lucy breathed, lifting one of your legs onto her shoulder. "Can't wait to fucking make you a Bronze."

You shuddered against her as her nose rubbed against your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. Your hands moved to her hair, gripping it, keeping your girlfriend in place as her tongue lapped at your clit. You couldn't stop the sounds coming from your mouth, your head falling back against the wall.

You whimpered as your hips bucked up into her face. Lucy cooed at your embarrassment, smirking as you brought your hands up to your face.

You were the cutest little thing ever, your mouth open as you threw your head back against the wall. Lucy's fingers finally entered you, stroking your walls in a way that had your juices running down her arm.

"Look at that," Lucy groaned, lips still coated in you. "Did you need me that bad?"

"Please," you whimpered, hips bucking into her face.

"Please what," Lucy panted. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you baby. But you have to tell me."

"Hm? I can't hear you, love. You're gonna have to speak up."

"Fuck me, please," you gasped, as Lucy tapped on your clit.

Her muscles bulged as she stood, now towering over you.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

She lifted you up, wrapping your legs around her waist before connecting your lips. She was sure you felt it, the bulge in her sweats. Just to be sure, she began to grind her hips into you, loving the way you moaned into the kiss.

You knew Lucy loved wearing her strap around the apartment so you don't know why it shocked you. You had missed this feeling. Her tongue entered your mouth, wrapping around yours and deepening the kiss. You didn't know whose breath was who's.

You whimpered as she sat you down on the edge of the bed.

"Get on all fours for me," she commanded her accent coming out even more. "Don't fucking make me wait."

You're breath hitches at her roughness, immediately complying. Slowly moving to your knees in the the center of the bed. Your chest rose and fell rapidly from the anticipation as you felt the bed dip from Lucy's weight.

Lucy couldn't stop the warmth that spread through her chest at the sight of your eager submission to her. The way you slightly wiggled your hips in need, you didn't even realize you were doing it.

The older woman stroked the black silicone toy, groaning as if she could feel it. Tapping it on your entrance, she watched as a string of your juices connected the toy and your core.

"You don't even know how fucking hot you are, love."

You both groaned as Lucy pushed into you slowly, your back arching.

She began to pump into you, her hips grinding into you at a pace that was slow, yet deep. She loved watching your head hang and your hips push back against her in ecstasy at her slow but hard thrusts.

The defender leaned down to kiss your nape, her skin burning yours. She could hear your sharp and breathy whimpers and it drove her to pound into you.

She had missed this dearly. Your sounds and need for her. She missed her ability to touch you whenever she wanted, claiming you as hers.

"I don't know how I went this long without you," she groaned into your ear, her fingers reaching down to your clit.

You bucked up against her at the sensation, your stomach beginning to tighten. Lucy watched you with fervor, gazing as you took what she gave you. You were perfect, just for her.

Her fingers continued to rub against you and her hips rocked slowly.

"Please cum," she begged. "I want it so bad."

Your back arched as her fingers got rougher.

"Fuck," you groaned, throwing your head back.

Lucy's thrusts began to quicken, becoming harsher. She needed your pleasure and wanted to see you come undone. Lucy had always put your pleasure above anything else and right now was no different.

"Give it to me, my love."

Her begging continued to spur you on, your gut reaching its boiling point. You came harshly, Lucy's hips milking your bliss and lengthening your orgasm.

Her movements didn't stop. Instead, she flipped you over, your body slamming into the bed.

"I'll never get over watching you cum," she moaned, her clit catching on the strap.

Her hands gripped your hips, pulling you down to meet her thrusts. Her fingertips dug into the fat of your hips, loving the flesh between them.

You watched her arms flex as she held you down, her biceps on display. Sweat rolled down her quivering abdomen as she continued to pleasure you.

"Please," you groaned out, your body still spasming.

"Please what, sweetheart," Lucy smiled, her hips continuing to slam into you, leaving a burning sensation on the back of your thighs. "Tell me what you want. Do you want me here?"

She allowed her fingers to return to your clit, tapping gently against the small nub. You gasped out at the overstimulation.

"You always were so needy," she grinned. "And I've always loved it."

"Lucy, please," you babbled, your body writhing beneath her. "A break, please."

She pouted mockingly and continued to thrust in and out of you.

"You want to be my little WAG in the stand, right? My little trophy wife?"

You nod, your cheeks heating, "Yes."

"Well, then you have to keep me happy. And what would make me really happy, baby, is for you to keep taking this cock."

[rxmqnova]

I miss you

Y/N: 4 years old Story: Y/N calls Natasha from Wanda's phone while she's on a mission… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's been only 3 days since Natasha left for a mission, but those 3 days feel more like 3 years to Natasha's little daughter Y/N. The todler misses Natasha so much, cries for her every day, especially when Wanda puts her to sleep. The feeling is mutual, Natasha misses her little one as well, but she needs to finish her mission.

Wanda's busy with cooking right now and Y/N's with her in the kitchen, busy with her coloring book. That's until the little monkey spots Wanda's phone on the table. She glances at Wanda, seeing her aunt's attention is fully on the food she's cooking, so she reaches for the phone before quietly running upstairs to her mother's bedroom.

Y/N climbs the bed, making herself comfortable before opening Wanda's phone. It's not really a problem for her as she knows Wanda's password. She's watched Wanda opening her phone multiple times.

Y/N taps on the icon with a phone on it, trying to find a contact with her mom's picture. Once she finds it, she clicks on it and the phone starts ringing. The little girl brings the phone up to her ear, patiently waiting for her mama to pick up.

"Wanda, I'm pretty busy right now. What is it? Is Y/N okay?" Natasha asks, her voice full of worry. Wanda never calls her on missions unless something happened to her daughter.

"Hi, mama" Y/N greets her mom, happy that she hears her voice again.

"Y/N/N, sweetheart, what are you doing with auntie Wanda's phone?" Natasha asks softly while shooting the hydra agents that are coming at her.

"I miss you, mommy" Y/N says sadly, her little eyes filling with tears.

"Детка, I miss you too, but mommy needs to finish her work, so she could come back home to you" Natasha explains to her daughter who's just sitting on the bed with her head down. "I'm sure you're having fun with auntie Wanda, aren't you?" (baby)

"Mhm" Y/N sadly nods, looking down at her knees.

"I'll be back soon, baby. I promise" Natasha says, a small smile forming on her face on the thought of her cuddled up on the couch with her little daughter, watching Y/N's favorite cartoon.

"You cheeky little monkey, where did you go?" Wanda asks, walking into the room. She knew Y/N'd be here as the todler spends here most of the time when Natasha's away. "Is that my phone, missy?" She raises an eyebrow, Y/N's cheeks turning red as she's shaking her head no and hoping her aunt will believe it while hiding the phone behind her back. "You little liar. What are you doing here?" Wanda chuckles, sitting down next to Y/N and taking the phone. Her eyes widen when she sees Y/N's been calling with Natasha. "Nat, are you there? I'm so sorry. I was cooking and Y/N/N-"

"Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm almost finished here anyway" Natasha says, cutting Wanda's sentence off. "I should be back tomorrow. Is everything okay there?"

"Yeah. All good. Y/N misses you a lot, but I think we're managing here pretty well" Wanda smiles, running her fingers through Y/N's hair who's avoiding eye-contact with her aunt now.

"Okay. Good. I gotta go. But see you tomorrow" Natasha says before hanging up.

Wanda sighs before looking down at her niece who's looking at her knees, feeling guilty about taking Wanda's phone without a permission.

"Honey, I know you miss your mommy, but you can't call her when she's working, baby" Wanda says softly, hooking her hands under Y/N's armpits and pulling Y/N onto her lap.

"But I miss mama so much" Y/N mumbles, tears forming in her little eyes. She looks up at Wanda who presses a kiss to her forehead and rubs her back.

"I know, Y/N/N. Your mommy will be home very soon, don't worry" Wanda smiles, pressing another kiss to her niece's forehead.

Y/N wraps her arms around Wanda's neck, hiding her face in the crock of Wanda's neck before letting out the tears she's been holding.

"It's okay, honey. I'm here" Wanda says, lifting Y/N up and rocking her back and forth, rubbing her back and pressing kisses to her head as an attempt to comfort her little niece.

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Natasha lets out a sigh when she finally steps into the compound. She walks around the compound to find her daughter, desperately needing a hug from her little one.

Natasha smiles when she sees Y/N playing with her toys in a fort. She walks closer and sits on the ground in front of the entrance to the fort.

"What are you doing, детка?" Natasha asks softly with a huge smile on her face. (baby)

"Mommy!" Y/N shouts as soon as she turns around and sees her mother. She immediately wraps her little arms around Natasha, hugging her mama tightly on which Natasha smiles and presses a few kisses to Y/N's head. "I missed you, mama" Y/N mumbles, looking up at Natasha.

"I missed you too, sweetheart. So much" Natasha smiles, holding her daughter tightly and pressing another kiss to Y/N's forehead.

"Mommy no go away again" Y/N pouts, looking at Natasha seriously. The redhead smiles at her daughter, booping her nose which makes the little girl smile.

"Mommy's not going anywhere for some time, sweetheart" Natasha assures her little one, standing up with Y/N in her arms. "But I believe it's almost dinner time, детка. We should go and check up what we're having for dinner" She says, already walking towards the kitchen with Y/N sitting on her hip while the little one is kicking her legs happily. (baby)

Y/N knows she's not letting her mommy go away for that long ever again.

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I'll miss you forever, Nat…

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[savagewildnerness]

Oh my word, Lestat has arrived! Oh my WORD! He is ACTUAL LESTAT! His hair! His face! His poignant expression (I’m sure he’s doing existential pondering!!!!) His titled head & cut-throat choker. His JACKET! His wee lo-rise pants! 😁 He is utter perfection! Thank you so much @toriangeli 🥹💗🥀🖤

I have given him his violin so he can get acquainted & begin practising!

You can still adopt glorious Claudia by @toriangeli here -

And @toriangeli is making a Gremlin 18th Century (I think?) Armand at the moment! He’ll be magnificent too!

“…I lifted the violin to my shoulder, braced it under my chin, and lifted the bow. I closed my eyes and I remembered music, Nicki's music, the way that his body had moved with it and his fingers came down with the pressure of hammers and he let the message travel to his fingers from his soul.

  I plunged into it, the music suddenly wailing upwards and rippling down again as my fingers danced. It was a song, all right, I could make a song. The tones were pure and rich as they echoed off the close walls with a resounding volume, creating the wailing beseeching voice that only the violin can make. I went madly on with it, rocking back and forth, forgetting Nicki, forgetting everything but the feel of my fingers stabbing at the soundboard and the realization that I was making this, this was coming out of me, and it plummeted and climbed and overflowed ever louder and louder as I bore down upon it with the frantic sawing of the bow.

  I was singing with it, I was humming and then singing loudly, and all the gold of the little room was a blur. And suddenly it seemed my own voice became louder, inexplicably louder, with a pure high note which I knew that I myself could not possibly sing. Yet it was there, this beautiful note, steady and unchanging and growing even louder until it was hurting my ears. I played harder, more frantically, and I heard my own gasps coming, and I knew suddenly that I was not the one making this strange high note!

  The blood was going to come out of my ears if the note did not stop. And I wasn't making the note! Without stopping the music, without giving in to the pain that was splitting my head, I looked forward and I saw Akasha had risen and her eyes were very wide and her mouth was a perfect O. The sound was coming from her, she was making it, and she was moving off the steps of the tabernacle towards me with her arms outstretched and the note pierced my eardrums as if it were a blade of steel.”

(Lestat & I might do an improvise together to this some day! Gotta let this tattoo heal a bit more first, so maybe not for a bit! 😉🖤🥀��🎻)

I have to leave the house now, so I can’t even stare at Lestat all afternoon 🥺, but I can smile in my heart knowing he’ll be here, awaiting my return! 🥰💚🖤🥀

PS I adore chartreuse!

[wolfjackle-creates]

How about Tim Drake and Danny Fenton with 7 and/ 54!

7. Trapped in a room/closet/elevator

54. Kidnapping

Well, doesn't that just give ideas. I'm going with Tim POV on this one.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Tim came back to awareness with the feeling of ropes cutting into his wrists and ankles and the absence of a mask on his face. He was tied to a very uncomfortable chair.

His head hurt, but more like a hangover than physical trauma so he must've been drugged. Where had he been?

The museum, that's right. He'd been at the museum. There'd been a class of out-of-state high school students visiting and they were acting strange. Bruce sent him to check up on them, make sure they were who they'd said they were.

Without moving, he mentally checked his body. Nothing to be alarmed by. Maybe a new bruise or two and his wrists and ankles would be sore. He was wearing his shirt and pants, but his shoes and socks had been removed along with any of his possessions.

So he let himself focus on the rest of the room. An arrhythmic tapping sound was coming from just a few feet away. But his head was still foggy from whatever he'd been drugged with and he couldn't figure out what it was.

He couldn't hear anything else.

So he let himself moan slightly and shifted his weight as if he was only just waking up. He opened his eyes slightly and didn't bother hiding the wince of pain at the light from the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling.

"Hey, cool! You're awake!" exclaimed someone. They sounded young.

Tim looked over and saw a boy about his own age also tied to a chair. The tapping noise had been him rocking back and forth on his toes. The room they were in was small, more of a closet really. About five feet by five feet and shelving had clearly only been removed recently. The door had no window. No way to know how long he'd been out.

"Where are we?" asked Tim. "What happened?" Tim narrowed his eyes against the light and looked closer. The kid looked familiar, where had he seen him?

"You okay?" the kid asked.

"Killer headache. Better than a concussion, I guess, but these drugs, man. Did they not get you with them?" And then he placed the kid, he'd been part of the group he'd been following.

The boy shrugged. "Things like that usually wear off for me pretty quickly. I'm Tim. Who're you? This your first kidnapping?"

"I— What? I'm Tim."

"Huh, cool. We have the same name. They kidnapped us because my dad's Bruce Wayne and they want ransom. When they found two boys of a similar age with black hair and blue eyes in the museum, they took us both rather than waste time figuring out who was who."

And suddenly it made sense what this kid was doing. He was trying to trick them into thinking he was Tim. Perhaps so Tim could escape or just to sow confusion. Tim shook his head and winced when that just caused throbbing pain. "What are you talking about? I'm Tim Drake, adopted son of Bruce Wayne."

"Dude, why are you lying? We both know I'm Tim."

"You're the liar," he shot back. He couldn't let a civilian take the fall for him.

But before their argument could continue to cycle, the door banged open, making the pounding in Tim's head worse. Two men stood there: one holding a gun, the other a phone. Most likely he was videotaping them. Both of them wore more guns and knives openly.

"Look like Sleeping Beauty's finally awake," sneered the one holding the phone.

Tim pretended to be afraid as was protocol for civilian kidnappings. "Who are you? What do you want?"

His companion, however, did not seem to get the memo. "You'd better let us go right now or you will regret it."

"Looks like we've got a feisty one on our hands, eh?" asked Gun-kidnapper.

"Smile at the camera, boys, we'll be sending this to Daddy Wayne. Better pray he pays up. Otherwise worse'll happen."

"Worse than what?" demanded his companion. "I've been in detentions worse'n this."

"Shut up!" hissed Tim.

"You better listen to your pal, boy, because you just volunteered for our first demonstration," said Phone-kidnapper. "Hear that, Brucie? We're gonna shoot your boy, or maybe not your boy. And you'll pay us the demanded ransom if you don't want us to do it again. Every half hour you delay, we'll put another bullet in one of these boys."

Without delay, Gun-kidnapper raised his weapon and shot. But he missed as Tim's companion managed to get enough leverage to knock his chair over.

Not that it was enough to stop the kidnapper who simply shot again. And this time he didn't miss. Tim watched as blood quickly began dripping from the boy's thigh onto the floor. At least his position on the floor meant it was elevated.

The two kidnappers laughed before leaving.

"Shit, are you okay? Why'd you do that?" Tim pulled at his bonds. The other boy needed medical attention ASAP. Worth using some of his Robin Training to help out the brave, idiotic kid.

The kid chuckled through clenched teeth. "I've had worse, it's fine."

"Worse? That's a gunshot wound!"

"And last Tuesday, I was hit by a spear and lasers, bit by a vulture, and punched through a wall over the span of, like, four hours."

That gave Tim pause. If that was true, and he seemed oddly unconcerned about a bullet wound for it not to be, he was clearly not a normal teen. "Who are you?"

The boy grinned. "I told you, I'm Tim Drake! Now, do you trust me?"

"Trust you to do what?" Tim had almost gotten one hand free.

"We're getting out of here, Timbuk-two."

Before Tim could blink, the kid did...something...and all his bonds fell away. Then he lunged at Tim, pushing him out of the chair and into the wall. They came through into what looked like an average Gotham warehouse.

Tim bit his tongue as they continued flying through the wall and ended up outside. It was still daytime, but dusk was getting close.

"What the hell?" whispered Tim. "You're a meta?"

"Not exactly, but close enough. I'm Danny. I can keep us invisible and intangible, but I can't block sound. So only speak when needed. Want to figure out who these guys are or leave?"

"You need to get medical attention. Much as I want to know who these guys are, we're leaving."

"I'm fine! I've had worse."

Tim looked down from where they were floating and noted the blood dripping to the ground. "Dude, you're bleeding. We're leaving."

That seemed to knock Danny out of it. "Oops. Suppose you're right. Where should we go?"

"There's a doctor in crime alley who treats everyone. She won't talk about your meta status and she'll be able to contact Bruce for me to let him know we're out."

Danny hesitated a moment before asking, "Can you promise she won't talk? Because there're people who'd like nothing more than to strap me down and cut me open to figure out how I work."

"Fly a few buildings over and land on a roof so I can get a tourniquet on your leg. Are those the same people who hurt you last Tuesday?"

Danny did as directed. "Believe it or not, no. That guy wants me to be his son."

Once the landed, Danny let him go. "What the fuck?" Tim patted himself down hoping that the kidnappers had left him with anything useful only to sigh. He'd have to make do with his shirt.

"I know. He's a total fruitloop. Nah, it's the government that wants to vivisect me. And a few others, but I think they'd stop once they realized who I am." Danny looked him up and down. "But it looks like you might have a story or two to tell as well."

"You are going to tell me everything, Danny," said Tim as he set about tearing his shirt into strips. "Bruce would totally take you in if you need a safe place to stay. Especially after you helped me escape."

"And what can you do about it? There's laws that make experimentation on people like me legal."

That made Tim pause in what he was doing, but only for a minute. "If that's true, I happen to be friends with two very good investigative journalists who would love to do a series of articles. They've a good track record of getting unjust laws overturned."

Danny didn't say anything for a moment and Tim looked over at him. It seemed like he was actually contemplating the offer. "Really? I'll want proof before I talk. And I'll need to reach out to some friends for a second opinion."

"Only sensible. Okay, this is as good as I'm gonna get it. I'm going to bandage your leg now."

"Just do it."

Looking at the wound, Tim could see the bullet hadn't passed through Danny's thigh but had seemed to have fallen out. Perhaps when he'd density-shifted them? But then why did their clothes remain intact? He'd have to ask later. Instead, he focused on making a bandage and tourniquet out of the strips of his shirt.

"Okay, that's as good as it's going to get. How high can you fly?"

"Higher than you can breathe."

"I see. Well, fly us up a bit so I can figure out where we are in the city, then I'll give you directions to Leslie's clinic."

"Will do!"

With how well Tim knew the streets of Gotham from the sky, it was the work of moments to get his bearings and fifteen minutes later, they were using the back entrance to Leslie's clinic.

A week later, Wayne Manor had a new resident and Clark Kent and Lois Lane published their first joint article on the Anti-Ecto acts.

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I honestly went into this one without a plan, something I usually hate doing. But I like how it turned out! Let me know what y'all think.

I've one more prompt to fill which should happen by the end of the week. Still accepting new ones, but the turn around will be a bit longer I'm afraid.

[kkeidawrites]

Toy Enigma

Welcome to Day 16 of Blacktober!

On a warm night in Autumn, the famous man of steel flew overhead of the city of Metropolis, keeping an eye and ear out for any suspicious activity that could occur.

Superman keeps his watchful eye on the city and at times he wished that the city would stay this way like tonight but, by living in said city that was wishful thinking.

Without paying any attention to what is in front of him, Superman is slapped in the face by a metal pole. He shakes his head to get himself together and forward to see Toyman causing usual mayhem in uptown Metropolis. That blasted giant robot that he would normally use was twice as big as the last one he designed.

Flying faster in order to stop him, Superman uses his x-ray vision to see where Toyman was and saw he was encased in the dome of the robot. In one clawed hand the robot held a blaster in one hand and used it to blast green orbs into the buildings he would stomp through.

Superman uses his laser vision to destroy the blaster and punches the chest area of the robot. Toyman rocks back and forth in his car seat and glares angrily through the glass window he sat behind.

“Annoying, Superman! You’re ruining my fun!” He uses the levers and pulls the left one down so it would make the right hand of the robot swat at the hero in red and blue.

Superman dodged the clawed hand and uses his laser vision again to make a dent in front of the robot. It didn’t do a thing and Superman grits his teeth in frustration.

The clawed hand tries to make a grab at him but Superman dodged again and punches the robot once more.

It stumbles backward, destroying the cars below him and creating some explosions from the crushed cars. This became an issue, as the explosions started fires below the robot. Superman was in a tight position here, with this robot in the way, firefighters wouldn’t be able to help battle the fires nor help any people trapped.

“Yoo-hoo, Superman! You should really pay attention to your playmate!” Toyman taunts and was finally able to grab Superman in his clawed hand. Superman struggles to free himself but, it was useless.

Superman needed help and fast. The people below watched on in distress as their hero was being held captive.

“Superman!” A man gasps in disbelief.

“Come on, fight back! You can take him!” Another citizen calls out.

It didn’t do much for the man of steel as the clawed hand seemed to tighten its hold around his middle. Superman groans in slight pain and glares at Toyman who laughed manically.

“You like it? I was able to make my new toy out of magic alloy, a little tip I was able to get from a very good friend of yours. I’m sure you know him well, Superman!” Toyman says places his hand on his cheeks.

“Luthor.” Superman hisses and groans in pain.

“Ohhh a gold star for you! Now, I will be able to know if you can break in half like an action figure!” Toyman presses a button and this activates the robot’s hand to start squeezing harder.

Superman begins screaming in pain but still struggles to get out of his grip.

Just in a nick of time, a grey beam cuts the hand holding Superman and this slacks the pressure off the hero to get out. Looking behind him, Superman sees a brown skinned woman levitating. He hadn’t seen her before and took in her fit. Her brown-red hair is partially translucent, and rippling along with her eyes glowing a grey color. She wore a tight grey and blue one piece unitard jumpsuit, with her breasts peaking out and a grey mask.

She flies by the speechless Superman and uses her powers to take out the left leg of the robot, making it get down on one knee.

“Help the people below, I’ll take care of the robot.” She says and Superman nods.

He flies down to where the fires were beginning to spread and uses his super breath to extinguish the flames, even picking up the fire trucks that were finally able to get pass the carnage, to the buildings where they can help civilians.

“We’ll take it from here, Superman! You go and help that lady stop that thing.” A firefighter tells him and Superman salutes him then flies off to return to the robot battle.

Toyman tries to use his other weapons installed in his robot to destroy the fleeting woman but, it was all taken out by said woman. Using her beams again, she slices off the other leg of the robot, and just in time Superman punches the robot’s remaining upper body and uses his foot to kick the glass.

Toyman yells in fear as he’s grabbed by the front of his purple shirt and lifted out of the robot. The woman blasts an orb into the husk robot and it destroys it completely.

Citizens below yell in delight and cheer for the heroic duo. Superman slowly floats down to the street and hands over Toyman to the police that were on standby.

Reporters were already swarming him as soon as he had turned around and of course, the one in front is none other than Lois Lane.

“Superman, after that struggle with Toyman who is the woman that helped you?” She asks and Superman glances over his shoulder to where the woman was last seen but, she had already disappeared.

“I don’t know.” He says.

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The next couple of days pass by and Superman had donned his human persona, Clark Kent at a fashion show event he needed to attend to get the scoop on the latest for his upcoming article.

Fixing his glasses, Clark fishes through his pocket to get a pen for his notepad but, couldn’t feel one on him.

“Clark Kent, you’re a familiar face that I wasn’t expecting to see tonight.” He looks up to see Lana Lang walk up to him, and puts a hand on her hip with a smile beaming at him.

Clark blinks in disbelief at whom he was seeing and a smile forms on his lips.

“Lana, I haven’t seen you in Metropolis in two years! How’s Paris?” Clark asks as the two old friends hug.

“Eh, oui, oui, this and that but, the food is exquisite. You should fly over there sometime and try it.” She whispers the last part to him and Clark chuckles.

“Been to Paris, the portions aren’t quite enough for me I’m afraid.” He says.

“Oh, well since you’re here, I would like to introduce you to one of our newest models for Lana Lang Fashions. I know you’re here for the big scoop and I’m sure you’d want to know what it is.” Lana grabs his arm and practically drags him to one of the designated dressing rooms.

Knocking, Lana hears a woman tell them to enter and the two walk into the dressing room.

A brown skinned woman sat at the plush pink vanity in the room, wearing a grey robe and matching slippers and looks up from the mirror to her guests.

“Y/n, this here is my old friend Clark-“

“Kent. Yes, I’m quite familiar with the infamous reporter of the Daily Planet.” She swivels around in her seat to face forward with the two, her brown-red hair pulled away in a updo of hair clips as she brushed at another section of her hair. Black eyes take in the two, as she adjusts the shoulder of her robe to fix.

“Even more so that I would be seeing the one and only Superman in person, once again.” Y/n smirks smugly and both Lana and Clark eyes widen in surprise. Clark is quick to point a glare at Lana who jumped in surprise.

“Lana!” Clark barks and Lana puts up her hands defensively.

“I hadn’t told a soul, Clark I swear!” Lana exclaims.

“Calm down, I figured it out myself. Lana didn’t say anything, and I believe we’ve already met, eh Superman?” She says and puts down her brush. She uses her right hand to illuminate the familiar grey glow of her powers and levitates a nearby shoe.

The two stare in a stunned silence, and were forced to walk into the room more as the door closed behind them.

“I think we have some things to discuss, don’t we Clark?” Y/n says and puts her left leg over her right.

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Enjoy and thanks for reading! Be sure to like, reblog, follow and comment!

Let me know if you guys want a part 2!

[aliveinacoffin]

AHH I LOVE UR FICS SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️ COULD U DO MAYBE A SMALL FIC OF A FEW CHARACTERS LIKE HOW THEY WOULD ACT AS UR BF? MAYBE LIKE IZUKU,BAKUGO,KIRISHIMA,AIZAWA, DENKI,PRESENT MIC, IDK UP TO U! WHATEVER CHARACTERS ARE EASIEST! THANK UU 💗💗💗

AAA OFF OFC, I LOVE YOUUU, I decided to do all because I'm a people pleaser \^-^/

My Hero Academia Imagines

"Your Boyfriend"

How would these characters act as your boyfriend? What are their quirks and flaws? How do they act on those lazy Sundays? How do they talk about you to others?

Izuku - First date

Izuku Midoriya is such a nervous man when it comes to dating

When you two became friends, he was just fine around you

But when he realized he liked you, he reverted to that blushing, melting stuttering mess of a teenage boy

Even if he was an adult, he'd revert back to his teenage habits

While dating you, he'd think he was constantly he was doing something wrong or not doing enough, sometimes even thinking he was too much

Poor boy didn't know much about romantic relationships and would get insecure

It would take him a while for him to open up, embarrassed about his naivety.

Likes PDA, but doesn't go overboard: Handholding, pecks, and hugs

Anything more leaves him blushing and stumbling over himself

He confesses before you two can go on a date, and after figuring out your relationship he'll shyly ask you out on a dinner date because that's what they're supposed to do, right?

Was it obvious he didn't know what he was doing?

-A ringing from your phone gets your attention, and you pull away from getting ready to check your phone. When you flipped your device over, you smiled at the contact name. 'Izuku<;3'. For the past couple of months, you and the green-haired boy had been dating. The other week, he must've realized that he hadn't taken you out on a date, so he very apologetically asked you out. Without a shred of hesitance, you accepted. "Hey, Izu." You greeted. "Hi! Um, are you ready?" Izuku's voice was slightly shakey, nerves getting the better of him. "Yup! Are you here already?" You walked over to your window, peeking out the window. You smiled at his small form standing awkwardly in front of your home. "Yes, I hope I didn't come too early." You saw him adjusting his tie, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You're alright, I'll be down in just a sec. By the way, you look cute in your suit." You laughed, pressing your warm face against the cold glass. Izuku hummed in confusion and jumped when he looked up to see you. He waved at you, and you returned the gesture. Quickly, you grabbed your shoes and raced down to the front door, hurriedly putting them on while you opened the door. Izuku's blush deepened when he took in the sight of you, absolutely enamored by your beauty. "You look handsome." You complimented him, and he was just frozen on the spot. "Y-you look stunning! You always look beautiful, but just tonight you're so pretty, not that you usually aren't-its just-" You cut him off, pressing gentle fingers to his rambling mouth. "I understand, thank you." You tipped towards him and gave his a chaste kiss, heading towards his car. He hurriedly followed after you, holding the door open for you before he got in the driver's seat. You both made light conversation on the way to the restaurant, you trying to ease his nerves and him rambling. When you arrived at the destination, your eyes widened in surprise and wonder. It was the nicest restaurant in all of Japan, reservations were almost impossible to get unless you were literally made of money. "Izuku Midoriya, how much did you spend?" You gaped at him, now it was your turn to be in shock. He shook his head, grabbing your arm to lead you to the entrance. "Don't worry about it. Anything is worth it for you." Izuku smiled brightly, his smile so wide and bright it almost blinded you. A fancy-looking waiter scattered you to a very nice table, surrounded by decorations and people that just screamed money. The rest of the dinner he wasn't as nervous, he was blushing the entire time, but you could hold a real conversation with him. When he drove you home from the dinner he paid for, (despite your many protests) he stopped you before you could reach your door. He ran to the back of his car and pulled out a bouquet of roses and a teddy bear in your favorite color. "Izuku." Your eyes softened, and he tentatively stepped up to you. "I wanted to give these to you at the start, but I thought it'd be better to surprise you at the end." Izuku admitted while he tried to hide his head in his shoulder. You grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. He was surprised at first but quickly melted into the sweet kiss. You pulled back, hands cupping his face while you two just gazed at each other silently. The moment was beautiful, he was lit by your porch light, highlighting him against the dark night sky, he was your light in the darkness. Izuku knew it was too late for him, the night casting you in a shadow, giving you a beautiful halo. You were his angel, sent from heaven up above. "Best first date ever." You smiled at him, and he just pulled you in for another kiss.

Bakugo - Better Than Anyone

Katsuki Bakugo who doesn't realize his feelings for you at first

Someone else has to point out his own damn feelings, which he denied to no end at first

'If you don't like them, why are you making their favorite meal right now?'

He may or may not have blasted them away, now thoroughly pissed off

He would never like anyone, they'd just get in the way of his dreams

Plus, you were too weak for him anyway, you could never be on his level!

So why was he making your favorite meal at eight AM for you to take to for lunch later?

Why was he texting you to make sure you ate, what time you got out, what your schedule was

Whatever, it was nothing! Just something he did to make sure your dumbass ate

It took you almost dying for him to realize how much of a dumbass he was, and he immediately told you to go out with him

Yeah, told you

Thankfully you agreed, and quickly your relationship grow and form

He already talked about you a lot before, but now it was ten times worse

It seemed like he was shit-talking you, but don't be fooled by his cruel words

-"What the hell did you just say." Katsuki Bakugo growled. His shoulder hunched over and teeth gritted while he loomed over the offending person. A new intern at his agency, some random high schooler from that shitty hero school in the west. They were now cowering in their chair, hands gripping the sides as they tried to sink into it. "I-I was just agreeing with you, sir. Your partner seems to be very annoying-" They stuttered, now panicking. "You don't know anything of my partner, you little shit. If you ever talk shit about them again, I will personally make sure you never become a hero." His thick gloved hands now caging them in, face dark and scary as he threatened the young student. "Y-y-yes sir!" They squealed and managed to run away from his terrifying form. Katsuki glared at their fleeting form, fists clenched at his sides. A hand found it way to his shoulder, and he mean mugged the offender. Eijiro was giving him a nervous smile, more concerned than anyone else. Katsuki shrugged him off and started to stalk off. Katsuki internally groaned when he heard the other man's footsteps catching up to him. "What?" He snapped, and Eijiro just gave him a face. "What was that about, man?" He asked, hand pointing behind him. The other man just growled and glared at anyone who met his gaze. "They were talking shit about my partner. I'm not going to allow that." He replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Katsuki expected Eijiro to readily agree with him, to say something about how it was the 'manly thing to do' or some shit. Instead, the words that left his mouth made Katsuki stop and slowly turn to him "Yeah, but so were you?" At those words, Katsuki blew up. Literally. "The fuck I was?!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I love my dumbass of a partner! They may be stupider than shit, but they're better than everyone in this building combined!" Katsuki's shouting continued, his blasts getting more and more violent. Eijiro backed up, hands raised in the air in defense. "Hey man, I was just saying!-" "Well then shut the fuck up!" Over time, everyone in the office would realize just how important you were to the angry man.

Kirishima - Your Friends Too

Eijiro Kirishima who would be kinda oblivious to his feelings for you

He genuinely wouldn't question why his heart would race around you, why he felt so hot and nervous all the time, or why he would consistently check up on you

When you two started dating, you realized he was oblivious to a lot of things

He'd always have this need to protect you, and it was annoying at first, but you knew he was just trying to love you

Eijiro knew his friends could be a lot, and would try to introduce you to them

If you were the shy type you'd be immediately overwhelming with their large personalities and volume

If you were extroverted, you'd feel left out with their numerous inside jokes

He wouldn't notice that you were uncomfortable, and it would take you or someone else saying something to notice

-"And then!-" Mina tried to say between laughs, doubling over while holding her stomach. "When your foot got stuck in the goo! Like the time when you got caught in melted tarmac! Or when-" Mina kept going, everyone else joining in on her rumbustious laughter. Eijiro was practically doubled over, tugging on your arm while he gasped for breath. All the while, you just stood there fake giggling to at least feel included. The conversation had started how their day went and then turned to all the crazy and silly stories they had gone through as heroes. You job hopped, constantly switching between one profession to another while trying to find the one. But even with your extensive job history, being a Pro Hero was not on the list, and there was no comparison you had to that job. The closest one was a cop, which you had never had, of course. So you stood there awkwardly listening in to their history they all shared. Hell, even Bakugo was smiling fondly at the loud group, seemingly happy as well. "Aww, babe, I'm sorry. You just had to be there." Eijiro stood back up fully, wiping a tear from his eye while rubbing your shoulder in reassurance. It did nothing to sooth the ache in your chest and the tight feeling in your throat. "It's alright, I understand." You said, trying to brush off the negative feeling. Your smile was fake so as not to show you disappointment. Still, you were quiet the rest of the outing. At home, Eijiro questioned why you had turned mute during the impromptu hang out. "It's just, they're you're friends Eij, they're not mine. We have no common interests, and I can't relate to your stories." You admitted, sadness pricking the corner of your eyes. Humiliation filled you at such a childish feeling. "Babe, I'm so sorry you felt that way." He was at your side at an instant, strong arms enveloping you. "I never want you to feel that way. My friends are your friends, they really like you. Even Kats likes you! And he doesn't like anyone." You both laughed together, and he grabbed your hand. "Tell me if that happens so we can include you more, 'kay?" He kissed your cheek and squeezed you tight. "Thank you." You whispered, voice teeming with emotion. "Of course."

Aizawa - Lazy Sundays Are My Favorite

It's not that Shouta Aizawa doesn't want a relationship

He just doesn't have the time

He has two jobs that take up both night and day

But somehow, along the way, he found you

And it didn't matter what time it was with you, as long as he had you he was okay

Shouta isn't one for big fancy dates or grand gestures

Hes definitely words of affirmation and quality time kinda guy

He secretly loves praise and love just existing with his loved one

Most of all, he values you above anyone, and everyone teases him and calls him whipped

-You groaned, tugging Shouta closer to you. You could feel his strong fingers trying to pry you away, but your grip was unrelenting. "Just stayyy." You whined, pushing your head into his neck. His dark hair tickled your face, but you stayed persistent. "I have a meeting, let go." Shouta sighed, still trying to tug you away all the while attempting to sit up. "It's not mandatory." You peeled open your tired eyes, vision blurry while you tried to look into his dark eyes. "Please? I've missed you. It's been so long since we've had a day together." And it was true, it had been weeks since both you and Shouta had even just one day where neither of you had work. You barely had dinner together, let alone breakfast and lunch. Shouta called your name softly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You softened your grip but still continued to stare at him. "I know, but I'd rather learn what's going on first-hand than relying on Kayama or Hizashi." Shouta finally pushed himself up, sitting on the side of the bed while he rubbed sleep out of his bloodshot eyes. "I'll be back before lunch, I promise." He said and turned around when his response was met with silence. "You say that all the time, and then something comes up, and then you're not even home at dinner." You said while playing with your hands, too emotional to look in his face. Shouta was going to shoot something back, how his job was important, or that you can't be so emotional, it comes with the job. But really, when was the last time you both had breakfast together? Or lunch or even dinner? How long had he been able to take a break with his spouse and just watch trash TV while doing nothing. Shouta got up with a grunt and left to go into the bathroom. He heard your disappointed sigh while he left, and it made his dromach twist in guilt. He picked up his phone and dialed his boss, "Shouta? Will you be able to make it?"No, I've got a stomach bug or something. And I can't make it into work tomorrow either, I've got a family emergency." Shoutas voice was blank, leaving no room for lies or argument. "Ah, I see. Well, I'm just glad you're spending more time with your partner!" With that, the little mouse hung up, and Shouta stared at his voice in muted shock. He shrugged and walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Shouta tugged on your curled up form, pulling you into him. He pressed kisses up and down your neck, and you jolted at the feeling. "Sho? I thought you that meeting?" You turned around and faced him. He shook his head, "They'll be fine without me for a day. I also got tomorrow off." You smiled, and pulled him into your chest. "Thank you." "Of course, I missed just spending time with you."

Denki - Anything With You

Denki Kaminari who subtly hits on every girl in all his classes/that he meets

You miss all the shots you don't try, right?

Well, when you reject him the first time, he'd usually give up and move on

But he doesn't

Instead, he pestered you until you gave in

And by that time, it was too late

He was madly in love with you and would spend all of his time with you if he could

If you like video games, great! He'll find all the two player/multi-player games for you two

If you like movies, he'll sit down and watch all your favs and more

The list goes on

But what if you like something mundane and 'boring'?

Something that would leave the electric man all wound up with excess energy?

-"Baaabe? What'cha doinnnn?" You heard your boyfriend's voice call out to you from somewhere in the depths of your home. For the past year or so, you two have been living together in bliss. The weekends were a time you both had together. You didn't go to a fancy hero school like him, so your climb to the top was slow. Not that you wanted to, though. The life of a billboard hero seemed stressful, so you were content with being a local hero. On the other hand, Denki often had his week loaded with the work of a pro, so you understood that he was out most days. So, most weekends were your downtime to just relax around one another. Usually, Denki played games with his online or irl friends, and you read out in the book nook. Content with just each other's presence, but when you heard the padding of his feet come closer to you, you knew he had a devious idea planned. He called out to you, and you marked the page of the book you were currently reading to look up at his bright form. "Whatcha doin'?" He rolled back and forth, hands clasped behind his back. "I'm readin' Denki. What are you doing?" You smiled all the while looking at him with suspicion. "Nothing." He crawled up beside you, snuggling into your side. "Will you read to me?" You made a surprised face, but you couldn't resist his puppy dog eyes while he pulled you closer to him. "I'm really far into the book. You might be confused, but....yeah, I will." True to your promise, you continued to read but aloud this time. After a paragraph or two, he seemed to grow restless. He started to play with your hair, then moved to pulling threads of the plush cushions, and just couldn't stay still in one position. "Denki? Are you alright?" You questioned, confused at his restless state. "Yeah! I'm just...fidgety, I'm sorry." Denki immediately stopped his movements and sat up, his attention now one hundred percent on you. "It's alright, you just don't seem very interested." You replied, mouth pulling to the side in a neutral motion. "It's not that! I just, I want to spend more time with you, and I know you're not super into video games, so I thought if you read to me then it'd be cool, but I just can't stay still. I'm sorry." His shoulders were hunched down, and he looked genuinely apologetic and sad. "No, it's alright, I should've figured someone so active would be bored by this." He perked up at your words and was about to protest before you cut him off. "Why don't I just read in your gaming room? Body double with you?" You asked, open to the idea. Denki immediately shot up at the idea, turning into an excited puppy. "Hell yeah!" He shot up and dragged you by the hand to his room. Later, he'd show his gratitude with cuddles and kisses.

Hizashi - Working Days

Hizashi Yamada works a lot

For an easygoing and loose guy, he really does have a shit ton of work

He tries to make time for you, he really does

He did warn you before you started dating that his job(jobs) were important

He wasn't just a celebrity pro, no, he did pro work, on top of being a radio host, on top of being the head of director for the emergency broadcasting system and the director for all hero communications, on top of being a teacher

So yeah, he had his work cut out for him with four fucking full jobs

Least to say he was exhausted most of the time

He made as much time for you as he could, he really tried and he really loved you

He just worked, literally everyday

He tried to be as attentive as he could be, but being as hyper and stretched thin as he was

He was forgetful

-"Hizashi." You called out to him from the kitchen. "Hizashi?" You called out again when you were met with silence. You peeked out from the kitchen, trying to search for him in the early hours of the morning. Suddenly, he burst out of the darkness, and you wanted to laugh at the hilarity of him. Hizashi was hopping around, trying to put his leather pants on while trying to lace his shoes and trying to brush his teeth. "Amor, stop." You laughed, putting two hands on his exposed chest. He looked up at you and mumbled a response through a toothbrush and toothpaste. "One thing at a time, remember?" You leaned down to tie his shoes for him, and Hizashi continued to scrub angrily at his teeth. You continued to dress him, pulling up his pants and butting his shirt. When you made eye contact again, you kissed his cheek. Hizhashi then rushed to the kitchen and spit out the foam. "Thank you love, he pressed a toothpaste-y kiss to your cheek, and you rubbed it away. "I made you lunch and breakfast." You whispered, voice still croaky from last night's dreams. "Oh, thank you so much, I don't have time this morning to prep, and I didn't last night." He rubbed his mouth clean and disappeared to the bathroom to finish his hair. You sighed in disappointment, feeling a little sad at the thought Hizashi might’ve forgotten what day it was. Today would mark three years of your relationship and two years of living together. You sighed and turned back into the kitchen to reflect over to the empty sink. You knew Hizashi was a busy man. The money he made from his jobs was enough to show for it. You just wished he had more time for you, but most importantly, for him. No one knew he had dark eyebags. The concealer he wore every day hid his exhaustion. The coffee and energy drinks he basically lived off of hid his sluggish nature. Truly, he was a living, breathing facade. If it weren't for you, you weren't even sure he would even eat. You heard him rush out the bathroom again, adorning his usual get-up. You met him at the doorway, swaying with sleep. Usually, you didn't even get up before ten, but for him, you got up at five to make sure he got out in time. Hizashi kissed you, and the both of you stayed there for just a moment. He pulled back and looked into your eyes. "Swing by for lunch, alright? I have a surprise for you." He smiled, and even though you couldn't see the crinkle of his eyes, the sound of his mouth growing wider assured you it was real. "Okay." And with one last kiss, he left. Later in the day, when you did infant, swing by, you were greeted by cherry blossoms and the whole of UA lining up to greet you. At the end of the line, where students and staff threw the sweet leaves at you, was your darling boyfriend. Hizashi said your name with such emotion that it made you tear up. "I've loved you the moment I saw you, and I knew you had to be mine the second you opened your mouth. All these years, you've stayed by my side through hell and back. So, in honor of our three year anniversary, I wanted to ask you an important question. Will you marry me?" Bursting into tears, you babbled your answer. Even though Hizashi's work schedule was hellish, you knew he'd stick by your side no matter what. Every opportunity he tried to spend time with you, and he was always an adoring and attentive husband. Willing to do whatever you wanted, whenever. So, the answer came easy to you. "Yes!"

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This took,,,,so long LMAO I was in the middle of a miguel fic and I got this request and I was like awww. This was a BEAST. Writing fics on mobile is a B.I.T.C.H, plus YELLOW DOESNT FUCKING EXSISY ON HERE SO I COULDNT COLOR DENKIS STUFF but anyways,,, here yalls go

edit;; fixed the missing yellow now that I'm home

[amazingmsme]

Looking For This?

AN: Aaahh, it’s that time of year again! Tickletober is finally here, so why not get cozy & read some great fics? To kick things off I have a really cute Fjord/Jester fic for y’all to enjoy! Can’t wait to see what this month has in store!

Fjord was going to go crazy. He was currently searching his cabin frantically, turning the room upside down in search of one accessory. A very important accessory. Without it, his whole look was ruined. A captain's hat needed a large feather.

It was regal, it was a status symbol, and it just tied the outfit together. Without it, he'd look fucking stupid.

He didn't even know how he'd lost it! It had been pinned to the hat, and last he had checked it had still been there. They were supposed to be leaving soon, and he refused to leave without it. He was Captain Tusktooth, and he needed to look the part.

Jester watched from the doorway as Fjord grumbled to himself, looking through drawers and pulling back the covers on the bed. She smirked to herself, hiding the source of his frustration behind her back.

"Where the hell did it go?" he finally cried in frustration.

"Looking for this?" she asked in a lilting voice, pulling the feather out from behind her back. Fjord jumped at the sound of her voice and turned around, relief washing over his voice.

"Jester, you're my hero! I've been looking for that everywhere, thank you!" he exclaimed, holding his hand out expectantly. His relieved smile faded when Jester just stood there with a wide, innocent smile, twirling the feather between her fingers. "Um, are you gonna give that back now?" he asked, eyeing her hands nervously.

She giggled and cocked her head to the side. "And why would I do that?" she asked sweetly. She rocked back and forth in her feet, tail lashing behind her mischievously.

"B-because I need it. Because it's mine-"

"Finders keepers though! I just found it sticking off this goofy hat, and thought, "hey, wouldn't it be better if I just took it?" So I did!"

"Goofy? Your mother gave me that hat!"

"Oh relax Fjord, I'm just teasing! I think you look very handsome in your hat," he complimented, mostly to keep him at ease.

"So can I have it back?" he pressed, motioning with two fingers for her to return it. She bit her lip and gripped it closer.

"In a minute."

"Jester-"

"I just wanna play with it first!" she whined, jutting her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. Fjord furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Play with-" it suddenly dawned on him and his eyes flew wide and he cut himself off mid-sentence, "No! Jester, don't! We're supposed to meet Caleb and Essek soon, we really don't have time-"

"There's always time for a bit of fun. Don't you think?" she cocked her head and batted her lashes, the picture of fake innocence.

"No. I'm serious, please give it back," he requested yet again, trying not to let his nerves seep into his voice. But she could read him like a book, and knew that he was getting worked up. It was too perfect not to take full advantage of.

"But you're so tense Fjord! You need to loosen up before we go to dinner," he insisted, taking a step forward. He took a step back.

"Absolutely not! Stay away from me!" he threatened, pointing at her accusingly.

"What? I thought you wanted it back. I'm just returning it to you," she was doing a poor job of holding back her grin. He shook his head.

"Mm-mm, I'm not falling for it."

"Falling for what?"

"Jester!"

"Fjord!"

He leaned back, griping fistfuls of hair and groaning in amused frustration. He wore a flustered smile, watching her from the corner of his eye.

"We have to get going, they'll be waiting on us.”

"They can get a table! It won't kill them to wait a few minutes."

Fjord whined, realizing there really was no way out of this.

"You're lucky you're so cute. Alright fine. Five minutes, but no more," he finally caved.

"And no less," she purred, waltzing over to him proudly now that she got her way. She began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Fjord opened his mouth to quip back, but a breathy chuckle escaped as she drug the feather down his chest. He twitched away, but she followed the movement, caressing the skin with soft plumes. He snorted when she moved down towards his ribs, throwing his head back when she sawed the feather in the spaces between the bones.

"Jehehes- plehehease!"

"Please what, Fjord? I'm not a mind reader, you know," he teased, sweeping the feather higher towards his armpit. He clamped his arm down with a loud bark of laughter, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Oh come ohon! D-don't behehe mehean!" he snickered as the feather traced his belly.

"Aw, don't you worry, I am being so nice right now."

"Thahahat's debahatable!" She gasped at his words, fluttering the feather a little faster. He shrieked before falling into a fit of giggles. He blushed and latched onto her wrists, but didn't bother pushing away.

He offered her five minutes of fun, and he was a man of his word.

And, well, maybe he was enjoying himself... just a little.

[jessiec-writes-fantasy]

Secret Santa 2024

This is my first time doing a secret santa! I hope they like it 😊

Surprise! This is for @ladyazulina ! I hope you enjoy it! ❤️🎅

She gently drifted through the water, dark for the ones above, but plenty of light for those of the sea. She lazily raised her webbed hands and pushed, propelling her forward a little faster. Her tail swished back and forth like a fish to keep up with the whales in the distance.

Close enough to listen, yet at distance to not spook them. She closed her eyes and hummed low, following along with their music. She knew enough of their language to know that some were conversing, but a few were truly singing. It was a whale song of old. From context and the few words she knew she could gather they sung of an old adventurer who once swam too deep. Too close to the mysteries of the dark depths. Fish with clear scales and razor teeth, and serpents bigger than their largest matriarch.

She giggled. She had seen such creatures and never feared them. Or maybe they spoke of her. Her size was the reason she kept back, not wanting to scare them. She returned to humming, swishing along to the tune as she slowly followed.

The fin on her back twitched. Then again and she paused. Her dark eyes opened and narrowed as she listened. Something cut at the edges of the whales’ music. It wasn’t horrible, but it didn’t match up with their tune. A little longer and they heard it too. They stopped singing, turning course to leave in silence.

She frowned in thought. What creature sang like that? As she listened and thought about it, it did remind her of the whales, but only a little. Like a cousin. Perhaps another kind of whale she hadn’t heard before. The timing was different and she couldn’t parse the words, but it drew on her like kelp snagged on a fin. She snapped her tail and sped through the water, occasionally pushing with her hands to increase her speed.

The sound grew as the ocean floor rose. Suddenly she couldn’t go any farther without breaking the surface. She eyed the dropped off and looked up, listening. Grey light shone into the water. Through the surface she could see trees and rocks but not much else. The music came from above and she had a suspicion, but human’s voices were loud, not sweet.

The sound was slow, and sad—she realized. It indeed reminded her of a lonely whale’s song.

It stopped. She waited, but it didn’t continue. It was too beautiful to stop! She grasped at the rocky drop off and pushed up.

She broke the surface with a great spray of water and a gasp of air met her ears. As water cascaded off her she squinted against the light until her eyes could adjust.

Her gaze focused on a human on the beach. Hair far shorter than her’s blew around in the ocean breeze. Like other humans he was covered in ‘clothing’, probably to keep him warm from the cold, whereas she had her fat. She crawled toward him, pulling herself over the rocks under the water, her long tail working to push her forward, making waves, which crashed on the nearby cliffs.

His legs shook, but to her satisfaction he remained standing. As she came to a stop and looked down at him his mouth opened and closed. His neck bobbed with a swallow.

He said something but she didn’t understand. She never could make sense of their language. She looked over him just as he took her in. He was so small, as tall as her hand was long. How he could ever make such a strong sound?

She searched his face. His eyes flickered down to her chest, squished as it was against the rocks. His eyes flashed up and his skin turned red. She chuckled at the funny colour. His face twitched into an uncertain smile but she didn’t care. She searched him again. She gently, if impatiently, poked at him with her black claw. He squeaked, then calmed down when she didn’t hurt him.

After a moment of searching she huffed and rested her head on her arms.

He looked up at her with a questioning gaze. When she didn’t respond he seemed to think something to himself. He cautiously brought the piece of wood in his hand to his neck. She watched in mild curiosity. In his other hand he held a much slimmer piece, and he raised it to the first.

The sound from before rang through the air. She eyes snapped wide and she lowered her head. The music faltered for a pause, but he quickly gathered himself and a sure, strong sound came from the wood. Shiny strands of what looked like hair vibrated with each pass of the slim piece. Outside of the water it was louder, and as he sang it grew bolder, confident and happy. He graced the air with energy. It was like the tension of competing in a race or for a mate.

She again lowered her head to rest on her arms. She listened, focusing on the man and his voice. He smiled, his deep blue eyes glittering like the sun on the ocean.

Her tail swished through the water and she sighed.

[gamergirl-06]

Bruno x Pregnant FTM ! Reader

Here is Bruno’s one, I recommend reading the Ryan one if you haven’t already (you don’t have to) and again warning that this contains Transmasc! Pregnancy (which is like I said on my other story )happens then most people think. And again if something is wrong with the story or info is a bit off, please let me know so I can fix it

Thanks for reading

Requested by @hyunjinbiased-blog

Fuck. That’s all you could think right now. How did you let this happen, you were very careful about this happening.

You threw your hands in your hair in frustration as you paced the bathroom floor.

Emma came in after hearing your frustrated shouts and offered some comfort.

“Hey what’s wrong?” She asked softly

“I’m Pregnant” you said tears falling down your face as you show her the test

She gasped at your words, she was shocked, and that was to be expected but then she pulled you into a hug which took you aback a bit. Nonetheless you hug back, in need of some support.

“What am I going to do Em?” You sob “what am I going to tell Bruno?”

She rubs your back and replies “I’m going to honest with you, I think you should tell him, I get that it may be nerve wracking knowing what he might say but don’t think about that and just say it. Haven’t you talked about having a family?”

You nod “well yes we have, we said sometime in future”

She lets go of you and smiles “see, you guys want a family, that’s the good thing isn’t it?”

You sniff as you wipe away a tear “yeah I guess”

She patted both of your arms “yep, just take my advice, and even if he distanced himself from you, you always have me here, and I’ll smack him upside the head”

This caused you to giggle. You could just picture it as Emma dances him for being an asshat and him cursing in Spanish about how it hurt.

“Thanks em I appreciate you” you smile as you finish laughing.

“It’s all good, now how about we sit and watch some movie and eat something? You get to choose the movie”

“YESSSS”

You both head downstairs and Emma grabs the food while you find a movie you want and get it set up. When Emma walks back in with the food you both sit on the couch and start watching the movie.

Some time passed and the movie was over when Bruno walked in.

“Movie? Without me!!!” He said mock hurt

“You were just too slow” you laughed as he came over and pecked your lips.

Emma laughed as she went and put the dishes in the sink. You sigh as you get up and decide to go stand up on the balcony in your room.

You trudge up the stairs into your room and open the balcony door as you look out into the quiet street and up at the beautiful sunset.

A arm wrapped around your waist and a kiss was planted on your temple.

“What’s wrong mi amor?” Bruno asked

“Nothing, just tired” you said

It was a half truth, you were tired but you weren’t telling him the other half of it. You felt guilty but you were going to tell him soon enough.

“ I think we should get some sleep, we got a long way to get to Dr Reed and the horde won’t slow down for us” he said

With a yawn he leads you to bed and you both snuggle up and sleep soon overtakes you into dream land.

~Timeskip~

You had just made it to the Serling Hotel and to the safe room and you were currently resting on one of the couches while Bruno was with the doc discussing important matters.

Your Room was very nice, some would even say luxurious, it was a bit better then your room back at Emma’s.

You were thinking about the baby and breaking the news to Bruno, he had a right to know .

Bruno entered the room and smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Hello my love” he said as he rocked you both back and forth, like a slow dance.

“Hey” you reply almost a whisper.

“You ok?” He asks.

“Yeah..look I have to tell you something” you say

He pulls back and look you dead in the eye “what is it cariño”

“Bruno..I-I’m-“ you get cut of when a voice called Bruno’s name. It was Reed.

“Hey was just coming to check in on things were, always good to look out for each other” he said with a laugh.

“Yeah we are good” Bruno said “I was about to head out and get a few things, people here telling me they are running low on things that they need”

“Oh ok, but do be careful, it’s getting dark out and those things out there will become more active then they are during the day”

“Will do”

Reed shoots you a smile before leaving you two alone in silence.

“Sorry hon, I need to go get some supplies but you can tell me as soon as I get back ok” he said

“Oh ok” you said as you go and lay down on the bed and roll o to your side.

Bruno have you a look of guilt, he felt bad because you seemed like you really wanted to tell him what it was.

He left without another word and you lay in complete silence. Why did you have to be interrupted like that?Can’t he just know already? You start to sob and hiccup as the burden weighed on you.

Tisha was walking past your room when she heard your sobs. She frowned as she stopped in your doorway just observing you not knowing weather to take action or not.

She psyched herself to do so before strolling in and hands behind her back as she slowly made her way to you.

“Hey”

This startled you as you shot up and put your hands up in defense. Tisha did the same.

“Woah, hey I’m not going to hurt you. Are you ok? I heard you crying” she said concerned.

“I guess so” you reply wiping the tears on your cheeks.

She then got a very sad look on her face as she stepped closer to you.

“No your not, do you want to tell me what’s bothering you? You don’t have to if you don’t want to” she told you

“No it’s ok…I-I’m pregnant” you say and she goes silent.

The room was filled with nothing as she stood there processing what you said making sure she heard you right.

“I know it may seem a little weird to you but-“ you are cut off

“No I know what’s happening, it’s alright I’m not judging, I’ve heard about it before, it’s nothing new to me” she said.

You give a light laugh “yeah that’s true”

She smiles and laughs a little too before saying “so..have you told your boyfriend yet or…”

You shake your head “no I haven’t I was going to tell him but he left to do a run”

“Well, I’m sure your going to be alright, just hang in there, I think you will know were to find me if you need to talk” she made her way out.

“Yeah, thanks Tisha” you say

“Don’t sweat it” were her last words to you as she exited the room presumably to go find her dad.

After a while Bruno came back with supplies, went to each individual person to give them there things and then back to you.

He was surprised to see you, standing in the middle of the room your arms crossed.

“Ah no did I do something I wasn’t supposed to?” He said

You chuckle “no I just have some news”

“Oh is this what you were going to tell me earlier but you never got to?”

“Yes”

He makes his way over to you and grabs your hands kissing them one by one.

“Now tell me”

“You might want to sit down”

“Why would I need to sit down?”

Then you ripped the Bandage off “I’m pregnant”

Bruno froze like a statue and then he fell onto the floor with a thud.

Did he really just…

“oh my fucking god ” you said

“Hey Reed I need you in my room now, Bruno just fainted”

You have never seen an older person Run so fast as the doc helped you place him in the bed and checked his vitals and gave you an all clear.

He asked you what caused it which is when you explained your situation. He was very understanding of that and knew if it. Like Tisha he told you you could find him if you wanted and left you to your own.

Bruno awoke ages later and looked at you “you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah”

He picked you up and spun you around and kissed you on the lips and he held you close.

“I love you so much love, can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you”

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Restless Days Chapter 1 Snippet

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“Lee, you didn’t tell me you were changing it up for the first day.” Tenten awed. “I liked your long hair.”

Rock Lee hummed and shrugged. He wasn’t a fan of the long hair; it was too much in terms of management and he figured it would be a great way to start their new adventure together. They began walking down the street, their apartment building was conveniently only a twenty minute walk from their new school and like a stereotypical scene in an anime, it was beautiful outside. Tenten chuckled to herself at the thought. 

“So, how are my first years feeling now that you’re in big kid school?” Tenten’s older brother asked after a few minutes of walking.

“I am excited to begin this new adventure!” Rock Lee exclaimed. “I will join the track team, the MMA club, maybe even the karate club…”

Tenten grinned. “I’m going to try out for the cheer team.”

Rock Lee cocked a surprised eyebrow at her. “The cheer team? Why?”

“Well, I have been keeping up with my gymnastics over the years. And the Kendo club is cool and all, but I want something more…thrilling.”

Lee looked at her with confusion.

“She wants to be thrown in the air and tossed around.” Her brother clarified. 

The bowl cut teen gave a hum of understanding before smiling at her and offering her luck on her future tryouts. 

“Shin, how does it feel to be going into your third year?” Tenten looked at her older brother.

Shinten Hua thought to himself as they walked along. He wasn’t expecting anything exciting, he’d be applying for college overseas and would be spending most of his time hanging out with his friends. He wanted to make his last year as smooth as possible, without any headaches.

“I still can’t believe mom and dad said you could go to America for university.” Tenten groaned. “And you leave me here to deal with high school by myself!”

Shinten laughed and pinched at her cheek.

“Ow! Let go!”

“You gonna miss me, Ten?” He teased. “Aw, that’s cute. You’ll be fine without me though, you have Lee.”

The bunhead rubbed her now pink cheek and swatted at her older brother. The good thing was that he wouldn’t be around to embarrass her in front of her classmates. Not that he intended to, but he still treated her as if she was a child, and it was annoying. 

“Well, whatever happens this year, I’m sure it will be a great time. I have a friend I want to introduce you to Tenten. I think you two will get along.” Rock Lee said. “He was top of class in my middle school and I have no doubt he’d be in our class too.” 

The Hua teen shrugged, she was down for making more friends. She has heard of this guy before from Lee, he would talk about him a lot whenever they would study together for their middle school exams. Well, it was more that Lee would complain about how more good looking and how much smarter his friend was, and even proclaimed him to be a rival of some sort. Tenten went to a different middle school where she was keeping up with her mandarin language classes; but they had a lot of the same work. 

“Oh? A friend of yours?” Shinten ran a hand through his brown shaggy hair. “So, you’ll be starting your first year off as a trio. Very nice.”

Rock Lee and Tenten nodded. Yes, they thought. The three of them would make it through high school together.

Neji was awake before his alarm this morning. He spent the time meditating with tea in his hands. He had packed his bag the night before and his parents had sent him money to have his uniform pressed. The condo was quiet. Boxes still took up space by the front door as evidence of his parents moving out. Rather, they were leaving him here in Konoha City to finish his education while they went overseas to handle family business. His parents kept tabs on him as they traveled back and forth, taking more and more with them. They left him with the furniture and appliances, they really only took their belongings and computers. Everything else was left behind for Neji to use at his leisure. The new found silence was a bit difficult for him to get used to, to his surprise. He figured his parents not being around would offer a new found independence that he would prosper in. However, he found himself feeling a bit forlorn when we woke up to an empty house while his cousins stayed at the main estate with everyone else. Slowly, he was getting used to the silence. He sort of missed the light clanking of pots from his mother making breakfast and the low volume of the television as his father sat at the table to watch the news before heading downtown to the office. He didn’t have to worry about bills or rent, his parents paid for everything, and even left him an allowance. Neji was wise enough to save it in his bank account, and even take up a part time job tutoring so it seemed as though he was not just mooching off of his family’s fortune (for his own pride).

BZZT BZZT

Neji glanced at his phone as he slipped his shoes on. His younger cousin had wished him luck on his first day of high school. Sending a quick reply in gratitude, he took one last look at himself in the mirror by the door before leaving. The morning was bright, and he would be driven to school by the taxi service his uncle had provided for his daughters and Neji (as a favor to Hiazshi. Even though Neji was content with taking the bus). The black car was waiting outside the condo complex and his driver had the door open and waiting.

“Good morning, Master Neji.” 

Neji nodded in greeting before ducking into the back seat. The luxury car was clean and roomy as he sat in the back. This was a bit much for a public school student, he thought. He had refused to go to a private academy due to his name specifically; he didn’t want to be hounded by other rich-kids just because he belonged to one of the richest families in Konoha City. The goal was to keep a low profile, which would be a challenge. Once attendance is called, everyone will know that a Hyuga will be in their class.

“How annoying.” he mumbled to himself.

Friends were also out of the question. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go through the trouble of making friends who potentially only wanted to talk to him for his family’s money. There was one kid in particular that he did become friendly with. He could tolerate him, though sometimes he was a bit loud and his energy could be very…exaggerated. And yet, he was kind to Neji and never brought up his family or money. They were going to be in the same class, and hopefully he will have a quiet three years. His phone buzzed again in his pocket.

Hey! See you in class, my friend. I have someone I would love for you to meet! - Rock Lee

The Hyuga cocked an eyebrow and sent a standard reply. This other person was probably the friend that he was talking about in middle school. The girl who was in his building that he was friends with since childhood. He hoped she was nothing like Lee, Neji doesn’t think he could take two spontaneous balls of energy. He sat back and plugged his ears with his ear buds. The rest of the ride to school was...

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Anonymous:

hi! i love love love your content and i want to know if you write reader inserts? if you do could you please write a Ler!Paul Lee!reader?

Lee: X Reader

Ler: Paul McCartney

Ticklish, Darling?

1965

You had just returned home to the London flat you and your boyfriend, Paul, shared. You hung up your damp rain coat and slipped your shoes off. It had been a long week and you thanked any higher power that today was Friday. You sat down at the kitchen table and put your head in your hands. Your boss had yelled at you over something that wasn't even your fault, you slipped in a puddle of water in the hallway of your office and fell on your butt, and the height of Beatlemania was really getting to you.

Oh sure, you knew that by dating a Beatle (especially the cute one) you would draw a bit of attention to yourself, but you never imagined that you would receive death threats from some angry fans! You were always careful when leaving and coming home.

You thought you heard a noise from outside and you jumped out of your chair and ran to the sitting room and looked out the window, but all you saw was the darkness of the London streets as rain hit the sidewalks.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but your mind couldn't stop racing. You kept thinking someone was outside of the window watching you, but nothing was there.

Tears filled your eyes and your lip quivered. You flooped down on the sofa and you curled on your side as you let a small sob escape you. You hugged a pillow against your chest and buried your face into the soft cushion.

"(Y/n)! I'm home!" You heard Paul's voice enter from the foyer.

"(Y/n)?" Paul's voice became more concerned. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you could maybe just make the world go away.

"Oh (Y/n)..." Paul's smooth voice trickled through your ears.

The only response he received was a shaky breath coming from his girlfriend, who was laying on the sofa crying.

"P-Paul." You whispered, opening your teary eyes to see your concerned boyfriend kneeling next to you.

"What's the matter love?" Paul asked tenderly, stroking some hair from your face. You tried to give him a response, but all that came out was a shaky. breath.

"Alright love. Alright." Paul soothed. He sat down next to you on the sofa and scooped your shaking body into his lap. You raped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest. He rocked you back and forth, stroking your hair and rubbing your back.

"Shhhh, it's alright love. I'm here." He cooed into your ear.

After a few minutes, you had your breathing under control. You sniffled and pulled your face away from Paul's warmth. Your eyes met with his doe eyes.

"Do you think you can tell me what's wrong now?" Paul asked, wiping away a few tears from your cheek.

"I'm sorry Paul. God, this is so stupid." You said.

"Hey, hey. It's not stupid." He said in a soft, but serious tone. "Nothing that upsets you this much is stupid. Now what happened?"

"It's just too much." You said, finally letting the wall come down. "It's been awful at work all week. There's been fans swarming outside the office. My boss yelled at me today for that. A-and I've been getting threats from a few of them, saying they were going to break in and try t-to..."

"Shhhh, it's alright." Paul whispered as you started to cry again.

"N-no, it's not!" You sobbed, "I can't go anywhere without worrying that they'll get to me! I can't even sleep without having nightmares of-"

Paul cut you off by hugging you close to him, holding you against his chest, as if he were trying to block out everything that hurt you. He rested his head on top of yours. You curled up against him, as if he was a cave you could hide in.

"What I was saying is that nothing like that will ever happen to you. Brian is already trying to find a way to keep fans away and get better security. I promise, by next Monday, things won't be nearly as bad. It's been hard on all of us. But trust me, I will NEVER let anything ever happen to you, my dear" Paul whispered into your ear.

"I love you so much Paul." You whispered.

"I love you too (Y/n)." Paul said, kissing your forehead. You smiled and wiped your eyes.

"I'm glad you're feeling better love. You gave me quite a scare when I walked in." Paul said.

"I'm sorry Paul. I didn't mean to." You said.

"I know." He returned, "But I think a little punishment is in order."

"What?" You asked, cocking your head to the side.

He grinned with mischief and wiggled his fingers infront of your face. Your eyes grew wide as it hit you by what he meant by "punishment".

You leaped off the couch to get away, but he ponced on you and the two of you fell onto the carpet. He straddled your hips and rested his hands on your ribs, poking them just enough to tease you. You began giggling

"What is it doll?" He asked, with a mischievous look. "What's got you all giddy today?"

"Pahahahaul!" You giggled, "Stohohop!"

"Sorry deary. No can do. Not until you apologize." He said.

You kept laughing as the tickling increased. Paul's hands moved towards your stomach.

"What have we here?" Paul teased, lifting up your shirt to reveal your belly. "Aww! A cute little tummy! And all for me!"

"Gohahahahd Pahahahaul!" You laughed, trying to get his hands away from you as you blushed. "Stohohop ihihit!"

"What, you mean I can't have this little tummy?" He pouted, kneading the flesh. "But it's so cute and ticklish!"

"Nohohoho!" You laughed even harder.

"How about this little bellybutton then, hmm?" Paul asked, scratching inside your bellybutton. "Just let me play with your bellybutton for a little bit. Then I'll leave you alone."

You couldn't muster to say anything because you were laughing too hard, so you shook your head, trying to hide your grin with your hands.

"Aww! Why not?" Paul pouted, teasing you again. "It's so round and ticklish and cute. I just wanna play with all day."

"Plehehehease!" You laughed trying to escape.

"Please what?" Paul asked, now tickling your belly again. "I think you're laughing too hard. I can't understand you."

"STAHOHOP!" You laughed.

"Ohhhhh." Paul said, still teasing you, "I don't know. Maybe I will. Or maybe I'll just keep this sensitive little tum tum and bellybutton all for myself.

"NOHOHOHO!" You laughed.

"What do you say then?" Paul asked.

"I'M SHOHOHORY PAHAHAHAUL!" You yelled through your laughter. Paul's tickling stopped.

"There. Was that so hard?" Paul asked, rubbing your belly to get any lingering tickly feelings out.

All he got in response was a giggling (Y/n) laying on the floor. Paul smirked at his beautiful girlfriend.

"Thanks for cheering me up Paul." You said, once you stopped giggling.

"Anytime love. Never be afraid to ask if you need help. Or if you ever need a good tickling." Paul winked cheekily. You chuckled and hugged your wonderful boyfriend.

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Couldn't Leave You

Pining, Far Away

Salim was in his garden spreading more mulch and carefully pulling out weeds. He leaned back to wipe some sweat off his brow and caught something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look, thinking it was Zain coming to check on him. But the figure standing at the entrance to his yard was the wrong size to be his son. It took him a moment to make sense of what he was seeing and even then Salim didn't want to fully believe it.

“Jason?” He dared to speak the name out loud.

“Thank God it's you,” came the reply. He heard the voice so many times in his mind that hearing it out loud was a little startling.

Jason looked different from how Salim remembered. He was no longer in combat gear, of course, and his head was free of the gray cap. His pale face looked flushed and his dark hair was a little longer than Salim expected. Jason was wearing a long-sleeved shirt (probably to hide his military tattoo) and a pair of jeans. He rocked back and forth on his heels like he wasn't sure he was allowed any farther into Salim's yard.

“You're okay,” Salim acknowledged in relief. Jason's lips quirked up in a small smile.

“Were ya worried?”

“Five hours is a long time,” Salim answered. It felt unreal to see Jason again after thinking about him for so long. Salim wanted to go to him but was rooted to the spot. Jason seemed equally unsure of himself, making no move to get closer. How was it easier to approach each other down in those catacombs?

“Glad ta see ya made it home,” Jason spoke up.

“Jason.” There were so many things Salim wanted to say but now that the marine was here, he couldn't manage any of them. “It's hot,” he said at last. “You should come in and get some water.” Jason looked relieved and stepped forward. When he got close enough Salim could see that the younger man's face was indeed flushed and red, strands of hair sticking to his skin. “How long have you been out in the sun?” Salim wondered.

“A while,” Jason hedged. Without thinking, Salim lifted his hand to touch Jason's cheek. It was only when he felt the warmth of the other man's skin that Salim finally believed this was real. Jason's eyes flicked over Salim's face like he was assuring himself of Salim's presence, too.

“I hear you thinkin',” Jason prompted him.

“I'm thinking how happy I am to see you again.” And how much I don't want to see you go. Salim pushed aside that thought and reluctantly let his hand drop away from Jason's face.

“Yeah, it's good seein' you, too. I'd say it's worth the heatstroke.”

“You're just a little dehydrated,” Salim assured him. He got some water and passed it over. “Your face is going to have quite the sunburn. Why aren't you wearing your hat?”

“I got my reasons.” Jason's eyes flicked to Salim's face again, causing the older man's heart to flutter. Jason took a gulp of water. “Is it all right?” he asked. “Me bein' here?”

“I just said I was happy to see you.”

“That ain't what I mean.” Jason squirmed a little and ran fingers through his hair. “I didn't come all this way just to check that you made it home,” he explained. “I came...” He paused, his expression cautious. “I came 'cause I couldn't leave you.”

The air went so still between them Salim was sure they would hear each other's hearts beating. “What do you mean?” His voice trembled slightly at the words.

“Fuck,” Jason huffed, “I donno how to say it. You know how many miles are between here and the U. S.?” Salim gave that some thought. Geography wasn't his best subject. “Too many,” Jason cut in. “It's too fuckin' many.”

“I still don't understand what you're trying to say.” Jason let out a frustrated noise.

“How many feet are between us right now?” Salim stared at him, his eyes widening when the realization hit him.

“Too many,” he answered softly, moving to close the space between them.

“Too fuckin' many,” Jason agreed. He tilted his head at the perfect angle for Salim to kiss him.