#im still ecstatic over this actually

[cradle-of-darkness]

COOKIES OF DARKNESS NATION WE ARE OFFICIALLY BACK 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

(long rambling in tags if u care)

[likesomeoneinlovee]

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐭

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: Joel jerks off to the knowledge of you taking a bath after waking up with a hard on.

Warnings: Male masturbation, pervy ass Joel, you are unaware that the horny old man is jerking off! Joel calls himself daddy, [ Under water ] Unprotected PIV, No foreplay no nothin just straight up fuckin’. Dirty talk. No beta, ya girl dont got TIME!

A/N: This has been rotting in my drafts so I just thought I’d wrap it up and post it while im sleeping over my grandmas 😒 ALSO IK I JUST POSTED DAMN.

Wc: 2,070

Joel didn’t remember falling asleep like this.

How the thin sheet he had wrapped himself in now formed a tent over his thighs.

Oh, fuck. 

Morning– or, I guess for him it was afternoon wood. Off from work the idea of a nap sounded mouthwatering for once, the way his back sunk into the mattress no matter how firm it actually was. Feathery softness of the pillow behind his head. He hadn’t even bothered to much as wash his hands let alone take a shower.

Now aware, sentient his mind came to that familiar feeling of the need to plunge his cock into his fist. Shaft sticking straight up with his tip pushed against the cotton of his briefs. Leaking.

“Goddamn– fuck.” 

It wasn’t ideal. 

Neither was the dewiness of the sweat that had seeped uncomfortably into his skin. A musk that steamed off of him. 

He threw his legs over the side of his mattress, running worked fingers through his greying curls. Fuckin’ inconvenient. His palm slapped down onto the back of his phone that slept face-down on his end table. Picking it up to check the time. 

2:44 PM 

Before he left for work it was almost as if he could still hear your sweet voice telling him you were going out with your friend ‘til three. Sixteen minutes until you were back home. Sixteen minutes to jump into the shower and fuck himself. Unfortunately in the literal sense.

He popped up from his bed with a long rumbling moan that followed. 

Jesus Christ. He was fucking hard.

It was a heavy footed march towards the bathroom– out his door. Down the hallway. To the door on the right. 

The door was closed while he remembered leaving it open. Not that it mattered. Honestly he was so fuckin’ screwed right now he didn’t know his left from his right let alone when or if he actually closed the bathroom door.

He was just about to turn the knob when he heard something.

The grinding squeak of the faucet.

Water pouring out into the tub. Slapping against the pearly porcelain.

Just his fucking luck.

It would figure you’d be home now outta all times. It was out of the ordinary for you to actually come and leave the time you said you would. Joel got lucky sometimes. The days you actually did so.

Today, unlucky. More than usual. 

All the while you were meandering around the bathroom. Looking through every cupboard and drawer for things a fifty-seven year old man would never EVER store in his bathroom let alone go out of his way to buy.

But then one pull of the cabinet underneath the sink you saw it, the holy grail of this old man’s bathroom. One singular, milky white bath bomb. 

Oh my god. In a home like his it was as if you were a miner who had struck diamond. A rarity, absolute gem. 

You picked up the round chalky bulb within your palm, bringing it over to your bath. Using your pointer as a thermometer to check the water. Hot, steaming. Perfect. Stripping yourself from your clothes as you stepped into the tub one leg at a time. Soon enough it was your full body swimming within. Dropping the bath bomb in, biting your lip down to contain the ecstatic smile on your face as it fizzed.

Blissed.

Joel heard all of this. 

Shocks wracking to his cock just at the simple sound of the clanks of your belt as it dropped to the tiles of the bathroom. 

The water of the tub swishing back and forth as you sunk in. He could only imagine the sight. How much harder he’d be if he got to saw you slippery and wet, your naked body glistening with the hot water of the tub, face flushed from the warmth.

Fuck he’d give anything.

For weeks it was you in his dreams. The girl makin’ his cock stick up every time he woke up. At first the thoughts would make his stomach sink, chest tightening at the thought. He was sick. 

He was still sick. Although, he didn’t have the energy to be ashamed. 

He moved closer to the door as his breath hit the chipping, white painted wood. His hand moved down to squeeze his dick pulsing in his boxers. Gripping it, fuckin’ hating it for the ruthlessness. The cruelty. 

“Oh, baby.”

Whispering to no one as he pulled himself out of his boxers. His tip drippin’ with precum. Eyes screwed shut. Joel Miller was a sore fucker to in his head to tell you how he felt. Although he could easily bounce his fist up and down his stiff cock as you washed your pretty body that he spent his free time watchin’. Craving. Only separated by the door between. 

“Fuck. Makin’ daddy’s cock so damn hard you don’t even know.”

Moving lips pressed against the cold door. 

“You don’t even know, babygirl.”

No, you didn’t. And if this man wasn’t such a pussy those unspoken fuck-feelings that you damn well both felt for each other wouldn’t have to be so unspoken. 

He could tell you. He could tell you how you were gettin’ him harder than any disgustingly vulgar porno could get him. Than any pill he could swallow dry to get his dick workin’ again. The thought of you his own personal Viagra without needing to consume anything. 

The mind was a powerful thing. 

His fist pumped. Sloppy with himself as he had no need to go at a pace that made sense, that had that rhythm. He didn’t need to give himself that. Twitching as his bulbous head sputtered out slick that trickled down the length. 

His throat was tight as his hips jerked. Fuck fuck fuck. Pushing the tip of his cock into the door, already so close as if he had any need to control himself as he was trying to get this done. Get the job finished so he could go back to normal.  

Gaudily clutching, hugging his fat dick with his fist. His hips stuttering til–

“Oh, f–fuck–!” Too goddamn loud.

The hand that he had braced against the thick trim surrounding the door now palm his mouth. Oh this was really stupid. He was making it even stupider, riskier. 

If he continued to hold this sounds deep within his throat it’d explode. Or– at least it’d feel like that. His balls were drawing up, tightening uncomfortably taut. His pace slopping, slowing as ever quick yank and pull turning into a long, drawn stroke down the length. 

Another bubbled up. This time as he reached that peak. Cumming into his palm. Opaque seed spitting out onto the door.  

“Sweetie. Fuckin–!”

“...Joel!?”

The curses were the most obvious, seemingly too ashamed to really drive home those so-very-cute pet names as he moaned. 

You knew the sound of a moan, though. Maybe you were young but you weren’t a fucking dumbass. The sound of a male orgasm was much different than that ‘I stubbed my toe’ type groan. Even yell.

He felt his cheeks heat up instantaneously. He had no more excuses left in him unless he were to sputter meaningless claims. Begging you to believe he had just stubbed his toe on the bathroom door.

Aftershocks still running through his body in waves. Panting like a dog. Sweating like a pig.

You were basking in the warm water. Your heartbeat took quickly to picking up. Joel Miller. The man old enough to be your fucking father standing outside your bathroom jerking off to the little splashes of the water? Imagining your naked body on the other side.

And you. You were just a girl after all. Couldn’t help the curiosity that pumped in your veins.

“Joel, come in!”

He’d hesitate. How could he not? His breathing still ragged. His cock had hardly even gone soft. But goddamn if he didn’t see you he knew he’d absolutely be killing himself. Turning the knob like heaven was on the other side of it. —For him, it was even better than that. More exciting than eternal life.

The door was kicked open as he singled you out. Staring. Your body was slick as the lighting from the window sheened over your body. He was in there quick. Ripping his briefs off his thighs. By five seconds his cock began to stiffen again. Your tits glazed with the bubbly, soapy water that filler the bath. The normally clear bath water milky, fizz bubbled to the top from the bath bomb that had evaporated as Joel worked himself to his orgasm.

You’ve got his body overworked and you haven’t even touched him yet.

So worked up he forgot he even had his flannel on as he got into the tub. Water that just barely reached the top spilling out onto the tiles, he’d have to wipe that after. The thick fabric of his shirt clinging onto his skin like a fuckin’ lifeline. Hugging the soft muscle.

Stiffed. Once again stiffed. Slapping up against his belly as his hands gripped at your thighs.

“Joel—“ You’d mewl, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He had you.

“This pretty pussy. I ain’t never fuckin’ seen her before.

Why you been so cruel, huh?” He was rambling.

He pushed his head into you. Seeing you stretch out, getting used to the feeling of his tip first. Then he’d slowly let himself sink into your cunt. Gripping your thighs, his hips spasmed.

“Joel!” Another moan. Desperately clinging to him, wet hands placed on his fabric-covered shoulders.

“Got me jerkin’ off out there like a fuckin’ teenager.”

He whimpered, his pace already taking no time to quicken, expeditious and brisk. The man wanted to fuck you senseless. Taking your lips to his, pushing his tongue down your throat. Every moan between the two of you vibrating between your lips. Joel’s cock plunging in and out.

In. And. Out.

Rutting into you with every fiber of his fuckin’ being. He never felt a girl like this— so good, so beautiful and so fucking tight.

Joel Miller has never been so fuckin’ pussy-whipped.

The water of the tub was splashing, spluttering, it was messy. It was quick. Yet he knew afterwards, once the aftershocks yet again dissipated maybe he’d fuck you again. And again. And again—

“God— Fuck yes, Joel! Right there. Right there.”

Nibbling his neck every time his head curved up to kissed that soft spot that made you wanna squeal.

“Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ fill this sweet little cunt.”

He’d moan

“Fuck you S’good.”

His brain was mush. The filthy fucking words uttering from his lips weren’t ones he necessarily put thought into— or, better yet. He put none at all. His thrusts were getting tighter, rigid. His stiffy painful with every clenching, the contraction of the muscles in your hole.

You felt your climax right there. Right. There. Every time his fat dick carved a line right on your cervix you’d cry again, your fingers clawing, ripping down the fabric of his now soaked flannel. He was so practiced. Intently watching the contortions of your face. Your pelvis blew with the intensity of your orgasm, panting into the side of his neck, feeling that familiar euphoria you had always found by the touches of your own hand.

His peak followed close. Spilling his semen into your cunt shamelessly filling you to the brim. He didn’t fuckin’ care about the risks. Not now, definitely not now. All he cared about was how good you felt around him, deep within the hot water of this tub. His tub.

“Oh fuckin’ shit. Baby.”

Momentarily you felt as your eyes would roll back into your skull at the feeling of his cum being beat into your cunt, your orgasm forcing ecstasy making you smile against his neck. His hand braced on your belly, feeling the heat and tightness in your gut settle now that it was all done.

All done?

Miller’s been waitin’ months for this, ain’t no way in hell you were all done. He was gonna make you feel it again. Feel all of it again. Once, twice, three times over— all until you’re squirmy, all until you’re beggin’ him to let you take that breather.

“I fuckin’ love this pussy. Can’t get enough.” He’d drawl.

His face buried into the crook of your neck. Tongue flicking in light, lazy kitty-licks against the skin.

This’ll be lasting til’ the water’s cold.

[suiana]

wait yall i think im cooking with this one...

imagine yandere! cell mate and yandere! police officer threesome??? even better if the two of them are friends with each other???

so you do lots of petty crime right, and dear ol' police officer comes back again for the nth time to throw you into your cell until you get bailed out by your family or something. you're ecstatic to see that your cell mate is yet again the same old guy who has grown a weird obsession with you over your numerous jail visits.

you still remember the first time you met him. he was sitting on the floor, dozing off until you ruined his peace and tranquility with your yelp.

"...new bunkie huh? what you in for?"

"vandalism. i wrote cock and balls on the train floor."

"cool, I'm in here for murder."

from there, a beautiful friendship (more like one-sided love) was formed. you'd come and stay in there with him for a day or two before disappearing for a week. then you'd, repeating the cycle.

"you're back again. what did you do this time?"

"public nuisance. i shouted all men should be breedable on the streets and the straights didn't like that."

your cell mate is absolutely enamoured by you at this point and he can't help but stare at you like you've hung the stars in the sky. sure, it took a bit of time getting used to you but before he knew it, you had become the center of his life and he wanted nothing more than to have you be his bunkie for life.

can't forget about our dearest police officer too. he was actually the first one to fall for you. the second he laid eyes on you, it was like his whole life was changed. all of a sudden, everything looked like a romance movie with you and him as the main actors.

of course, the two of them realize that the other is in love with you and vice versa. yan police officer could bend the rules and have you all to himself, but he's by no means a traitor. if his best friend loves you, he should share too, right? so the two of them come to a compromise and agree to share you.

the only problem is getting you to stay there permanently. after all, you've never really done anything... major before. all just slight annoyances at most.

your cell mate can only hope and wish that you'd murder someone to land yourself a life imprisonment. your police officer totally agrees with him and even proposes a solution to their dilemma.

what if they frame you for a serious crime?

after all, nothing is too much if it means having you with them forever.

[hanginginthevoid]

Privilege of Flight

pairing: bob reynolds x fem!powered!reader

summary: you can fly. valentina needs a flying avenger. after a too good to be true deal, you end up an avenger. because you don’t want 5 people riding you into the sun, you make it a priority to teach bob how to fly so he can share the burden.

a/n: Takes a bit to get to the part with bob but please stick w me, I like a lotta meat on my stories. i’m still easing back into writing and figuring out bob’s character, but im happy w this. reader has cosmic powers derived from the stars!!

warnings: ooc bob? i can’t think of anything else

word count: 4.2k

--

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine has been on your ass recently. She's calling as close to nonstop as possible. She's found your instagram, tiktok, and even your pinterest, and messaged you on all three. 

In what world would she think this would attract you to picking up the phone? 

In all honesty, you don’t have anything against her. Everybody has to get by in this world, doesn’t mean people are gonna take the hard way of being a good person. But if she’s trying to get you to join the dime store avengers, it’s not going to happen. 

It’s your own fault honestly. A fight you were trying to wrap up got into the public eye, and of course the civilians took to pulling out their phones to record instead of fleeing the scene. Next thing you knew, your face was plastered all over the news, ecstatic to have such a powerful being defending the people. But who are you? Who are you affiliated with? And what really are your motives? That’s what really matters to the people. 

After that, you've been trying to lie low. Clearly it doesn’t matter though, Valentina wants you and it's only a matter of time before she comes knocking on your crappy apartment door. Hopefully that fateful night isn’t tonight;  tonight it's time to recharge. 

The smog of the city always blocks the shine from the stars and if it's not the smog it’s humans trying to outshine the stars with their artificial lights. It's unfortunate, but whenever you need to recharge you get plenty of time to yourself and fresh air. 

After about two hours of driving, and another 17 calls from Valentina, it’s time to pull over to the side of the road. You turn off your phone before anything else, and then you pop the trunk, and turn the car itself off. Snagging the fluffy blanket that you keep in your car for nights just like these, you close the trunk and lay the blanket over the roof of the car. Then you drape yourself over it, getting as comfortable as one can on top of a car, then you let the shine absorb into every available limb, recharging the internal battery that your powers stem from. 

The chill of the night and the comfort that you feel from being in your element lulls you into a peaceful, deep sleep. 

–

You can’t believe what you’re seeing when you get up. Well actually. You can, you just don’t want to.

“Ms.L/n. Or would you prefer Starling? Well either way, funny running into you here.” 

After thoroughly assessing her, you respond, “Valentina.”

“You do know the respectful thing to do is to respond when someone reaches out.” 

Valentina just has this way of speaking. It’s so disrespectful, and undermining, but she covers it with this light tone to make it seem not all that bad. 

“When someone takes the stalker approach, I don’t think it's necessary to respond.” At this point, you’ve gotten off the roof of your car and started folding your blanket.

“Well, since you forced me all the way out here just to have a conversation, why don't we at least get coffee? Wouldn’t you like that?” 

And that's how you ended up in some diner that only sees truckers and elderly couples who have been coming for years, with Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. 

You get a stack of chocolate chip pancakes and what's considered the gold standard of diner coffee, while Valentina makes her assistant make her some specialized coffee, and you can just smell the difference in the way the beans were roasted. 

“So. You’ve taken the internet by storm.”

“Not intentionally.”

“Intentional or not! You’ve got all the people on your side. They’re fascinated with you. Y’know I need that.”

“Need what exactly?” You’re eying her suspiciously now, still sipping your coffee.

“I need someone that the people love.” Valentina starts waving her hands around to try and add to the appeal. “Someone who can be the real face of my New Avengers.”

You sigh, it just doesn’t make sense, “You have plenty of people on that team, Valentina. I don’t see wh-”

“All of them are losers. Three super soldiers who could barely lift a rock, one girl who can phase through things, and another who’s got nothing special going on for her. I need a really heavy hitter, and I want it to be you.” 

“And what would I get from this?” 

“Well a solid paycheck for starters. Top of the line technology. A fantastic suit, tailored perfectly to your capabilities. Really, you’d be stupid not to accept.”

After dousing your last bite in syrup, you swirl it around a bit, then lift the fork to your lips and take a methodical bite. Making sure to take plenty of time chewing, then a long last sip of coffee, you lick your lips before responding, “I want floor length windows in my room. And a signing bonus of 100k.”

“Done and done. Pack up that raggedy apartment of yours and we will be seeing you Monday morning bright and early at the tower to get you all settled in!” Valentina claps her hands together before sliding out of the booth and leaving you behind to contemplate the weight of your decision. 

The weight lifts when you get the notification of a hefty deposit into your account.

–

Valentina texted you that you would not need any furniture, and she would be supplying you with the most comfortable bedroom set. So you’re traveling light, only a couple of duffle bags along with a backpack. The elevator takes a surprisingly short period of time to get you to the top floor, however when it opens you just want it to go straight back down.

Bucky Barnes, John Walker, Yelena Belova, and some guy with shaggy hair are all looking at you with curiosity. 

“So Val really went and got us a flier. I see how it is, tired of all the punching and shooting.” Yelena sizes you up as she speaks, it feels like she's looking into your soul.  “Well, c’mon then. I’ll show you your new super amazing living arrangement.” 

As you’re walking away you hear the Red Guardian shouting, “YES! Now we can ride the new girl into the sun since Bob will not comply!”

After Yelena’s delivered you to your room, she gives you a basic rundown of what all the buttons do and what appliances you have access to straight from your room. After that, she tries to leave and give you some time to unpack, and settle in, but you stop her. 

“What did that guy mean by ‘ride the new girl into the sun’?”

“Alexi is… He doesn’t know when to speak, when to shut up, y’know? Your powers as a whole are going to be a very useful addition to the team. But sometimes we need a faster response to issues, and a flier is really useful for that. We tried helping Bob along with learning how to fly, but y’know we kind of can’t do that without knowing how to ourselves.”

You shift from side to side while processing this information. “Well, I could try? I already know the basics and then you guys don't have to ride me at all.”

“I’ll let Bob know, let me know if you need anything.” And then the door is shut and you’re left to your thoughts. 

‘Ride you into the sun’ is just a crazy thing to say. Even if you need a fast response, you’d rather do it yourself. You start putting things into drawers, making the bed, and placing a few trinkets around the room to try and make it feel more like home. 

You probably should get some team bonding in. They all already know each other, you’re fresh meat. And it’d be really good to actually know everyone a little bit in case of a threat or a routine mission pop up. Instead you fidget with all the gadgets that come with your room until the sun starts to set. You’ll give it to Valentina, she gave you a great room to watch the sunset from. Probably the worst one for your powers but she wouldn’t care to know that. 

–

You’ve been at the tower for just under two weeks, and every time you try to talk with Bob he curves you. Half of the time you’re just trying to get to know him! Any sort of acknowledgement of his existence leads to him finding the closest exit, person, or activity that he can find just to avoid a conversation. 

The clock has barely struck 4 in the morning when you see him. Bob is sitting on the couch, lamp to his left switched on to the softest setting, and a blanket around his shoulders. He’s doing something with his hands, but from this angle you can’t tell what it is. 

You clear your throat so that you don’t startle him. Bob flinches a bit anyway, before looking up at you. 

“Oh hey.. I didn’t think anyone else was up, sorry.” His hands never stopped fidgeting with the object in his lap.

“Nothing to be sorry for. I'm more of a night person anyway.” Inching forward, you make a move towards the windows, basking in the last bits of starlight. 

“Because of your powers.. Right?” Bob’s turned himself sideways, you think it's to get a better look at you without making it so obvious.

“Mhm, the stars help me to do a lot of things.” 

“Like what?” 

Maybe Bob is just a night person. “I can shoot blasts of cosmic energy, either singular blasts or like a pulse of them. I could move people or buildings with my mind. All of my senses are heightened,” You turn to face him instead of the skyline, “as well as my speed and strength.” 

You’ve faded now, and Bob’s eyes go wide, “ I can go into the shadows and pop out wherever I please as long as the shadows connect.” 

Now you’re in front of him on the couch, “And.. I can fly.”

“That’s.. A lot. You can do all of that from the stars?” 

“Yup. Some scientists I worked with have a theory that I could even control the stars if I wanted. Like waking them up, or maneuvering them into different spots in the solar system.”

“That's awesome.” Bob went back to fidgeting with his rubix cube, now that you’ve got a clear view of it, it's easily identifiable.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

He’s solving the rubix cube faster and faster. Maybe you shouldn’t push, but you’ve been waiting for this chance for a while now, eager to help out the team. “Do you have any powers?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about it. The most recent ‘New York incident’? All me.”

“Sooo, you can fly too then?”

“Not me technically. The other guy.”

“You wanna fly?” Bob looks up at that, pausing his ministrations.

“It’s dangerous if I use my powers.” 

You’re sat criss-cross, and now levitating just a bit above the couch you remind him, “I just said I could awaken a star if I really wanted to, I think you should try with me.”

“You said it was a theory.” 

“Yeah, but it’d be nice to not have to walk all around this giant building right?” The way your eyes are shining in the moonlight, the tiredness behind them, and the earnest look in the downturned smile you’re wearing, wears him down to the point of agreeing with a shy nod.

–

You and Bob don’t end up in the training room for three more days. The first day, Bob was too tired, when you went to ask if he wanted to train you found him napping. Guess you were wrong in assuming he was a night person. The second day there was an official Avengers event to welcome her most recent edition to the team, and after being paraded around all day, you no longer felt up to conversing. But finally on the third day you two were both well rested and prepared to conquer flight.

“Sorry.. Can you just explain it one more time?” Bob’s shaking his hands out, trying to get his anxiety out you’d guess.

 Looking into his eyes you remind him, “It's fine, you don’t need to apologize for anything, Bob.” Then moving to grab his hands and splay his fingers out with his palms facing down you speak slowly, “For me, I just think about where I want to go. In most cases it's up, having your hands like this might help with the mental idea of going up since a lot of older superheroes used this move to propel themselves in any direction.”

Then you start to fly, maybe it’d be considered floating since you’re just a couple of inches off the ground, but everyone has to start somewhere. Bob’s concentrating, you can tell from the way he’s straining his fingers, and using his shoulders to press his arms tightly to his body.

“Remember to relax. Think about things that make you happy. Things that make you forget, even for a second, all the bad things.”

A couple of minutes pass by, but then Bob’s feet are off the ground. Less than yours are, but they’re not touching the ground and that’s all that matters. 

You rest a hand on Bob’s shoulder as a simple way to trigger him into opening his eyes. When he does he’s looking above your head again, a look of confusion flashes across his face, then his eyes shoot downard.

“Im… Doing it?” 

“Yes,” You stifle a laugh at his astonishment, “You’re doing it Bob!”

You grab his hands and give the two of you a little spin, showing him that he really is flying. The two of you are grinning and giggling like two kids who just got away with nabbing the candy from its hiding spot. 

The joy is short lived though. In an instant Bob's feet are back on the ground, and since your hands are still grasping his, he brings you down a bit with him. 

“Damn. Sorry. Didn’t mean to drag you like that.” 

Even though his mood seemed to dampen, you’re still smiling from ear to ear, “All good. You did great, Bob! We can work on getting you higher and able to fly for longer tomorrow if you’d like?” 

But instead of accepting your offer, Bob declines, centering himself again and re-closing his eyes; he lifts himself off the floor again. “So I just.. think about going up and it happens?”

“Sort of! Think about moving every part of yourself towards the ceiling. First your head, then your arms, and legs” 

The idea was for him to slowly gravitate toward the ceiling, lightly bumping his head on it in the worst case. Instead, Bob shoots upwards and crashes into the ceiling, leaving a decent size dent in it. 

“Ow, ow, ow. Not like that I’m guessing?” He’s got flakes of drywall in his hair so you reach up and ruffle his already messy hair, shaking the drywall free. When you’re done you pat it down to flatten and reshape it again, but you miss the way that Bob is staring at you before you back away.

You huff out a laugh, “No, not like that. Try and keep it in the back of your mind to take every movement slow. I’ve got all the time in the world, unless you’ve got somewhere to be there’s no need to rush.” 

His head shakes left to right, negating the fact that he has anywhere else to be. And the two of you go straight back to focusing on the basics of getting up in the air and elevating yourself once you’re airborne. Its like this for hours, until Walker comes to get you both, reminding you how important nutrition is.

–

After a few weeks of Bob and you practicing his flight in the training room, it’s time to take his skills into the outside world. Albeit, he is nervous for the scenario that his powers go haywire in the outdoors, Yelena’s told him not to worry, he hasn’t had a void scare in his entire time training with you anyway.

The two of you are on the roof of the Avengers tower. It puts you in an immediate situation where you need to engage in flight, unless your preference is to plummet to the ground. The moon is shining, but at this height and total lack of light, nobody should notice you and Bob gliding through the sky.

“Where do you want to go?”

Bob looks up at you, a slight furrow to his brow, “Hm? I thought you decided where we would go already.” 

“Nope! Your first time flying outside, you get to pick.”

“I’m not really sure. Can you think of a nice spot?”

You could take him out of the city, flying makes for a fast trip. But that would be more for you than him, Bob probably doesn’t care about the stars all that much. Plus you can’t see the beauty of nature when it's dark out anyway.

“Why don’t we just go up? The lights of the city make for a nice view when you get high enough.”

Bob sounds disappointed when he speaks, “Oh. Yeah that's - that’s fine.”

“Did you secretly have something else in mind?” You’re teasing him, hoping he gives you a bit of insight into his inner thoughts.

“Well, uh. The stars are your thing, and since it's dark out I thought we’d be doing something to see them better. But it's fine! We don’t have to, I’m sure the city is beautiful just like you said.” Bob raised his hands up in defense, waving them around a bit. You just nod, before lifting off the ground and inching away, silently inviting him to join you.

You bring him to Stokes State Forest, it's not too far from the city but it's far enough that the view you have of the stars is just right. Easily, you flip onto your back, allowing you to look at nothing else but them. Next to you, Bob fumbles with getting onto his back. 

Without turning your head you remind him, “It’s like floating, put most of your weight into your waist and balance it there.” Then he’s got it. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you right yourself. 

“Show me your skills Bob! I didn’t drag you all the way out here for nothing.”

Bob rights himself, much more clumsy than you did, having to throw his hands out in an attempt to steady himself. Then he’s zooming around you, doing flips and twisting around himself. He dips down way below, and grabs a handful of water from the lake. Somehow most of the water sticks in his hand and makes it all the way up to you, just for him to splash you with it. 

You start moving with him, twisting and twirling around him in a similar sense. You hear Bob laughing, a real true laugh, before jetting off. 

The close proximity you two have been sharing recently has made you think. Bob is kind, and caring, and he really loves his team. Over anyone they’re his family, his most important people. Despite the challenges he faces with his powers, Bob still made an effort to learn to control his ability to fly. Yeah, maybe you have a silly little girl crush on him. It’ll pass, most do.

He catches up to you, grabs your arms and pulls you into his chest while spinning you around. “You’re going really fast. Am I that big of an eyesore?” 

So he’s got jokes. Two can play at that, “Mhm, the biggest actually. You make me come here, with my one true love, and expect me to stick around you?”

Bob laughs along with you before falling back to resume floating on his back. He lets you go from his hug but he still has a grip on your hand to keep you close, it makes your heart flutter.

You turn your head, hoping to make eye contact with the deep blues you’ve gotten used to seeing, “Wanna see something cool?”

Bob nods, not sure what you could be referring to. Reaching your left arm out, as to not stop holding Bob's hand, you focus on drawing out the raw strength that each and every star in your view has to offer. You’ve practiced this a handful of times since the first time Bob mentioned it just being a theory, so you can hold it for about 30 seconds now. And for those 30 seconds, the sky is brighter than it's ever been, each star glows brighter than ever, their very slight hues all the more visible like this. Then it's over. 

You look over at Bob but he’s already looking over at you. “Wasn’t it beautiful?” 

He’s nodding along, “Yeah.. The most beautiful.” You missed that he only looked at the stars for a few seconds, and spent the rest of the time looking at you. He can’t believe how patient you’ve been with him. How much faith you had in him from the very beginning. He hopes after this you won’t stop giving him so much attention, that he can still be in your orbit. 

Walker told him to make a move, that you wouldn’t reject him. But it's Walker we’re talking about, and he’s not exactly the person Bob would want to take advice from even if it wasn't on romance. He’s only thinking about it because Bucky and Ava were in the vicinity too, and they didn’t tell him not to believe Walker. 

He’s mentioned it to Yelena too. He trusts her the most, and she said it’d be fine. She said even if you said no, that you wouldn’t shut him out or make it weird. But how is Yelena supposed to know that? She met you at the same time that Bob met you, and even he isn’t sure how you’d react.

“Hey, Bob?” You aren’t looking at him. Your voice is just above a whisper, like you didn’t really want him to hear you, but the words clawed their way out of your throat anyways. 

“Yeah?” He’s staring at your side profile now. You must have thought it was odd to be sitting here in silence.

“I think- I think I like you.”

“I’d hope you liked my personality. You’ve only been stuck helping me with my powers for-”

“No. Not like your personality.” You turn your head to face his, “Like you, Bob. All of you. The way you take care of everyone in the tower, in the best way you can. The way despite your fears, you learned to master a part of your powers. How when none of the medics are available, you patch up the team, and you make sure to make whoever is the most beat up, their favorite meal. The way that you leave your comfortable spot on the couch to hang out with me near the window when we’re both up during the middle of the night.”

During your rant you drifted from laying on your back to hovering upright, the severity of your statement weighing on you. Bob follows shortly after, not wanting you to feel that he wasn’t taking your confession seriously. 

“I - uh. Didn’t think you paid attention to all of that.” He’s blushing and avoiding eye contact. You actually liked him?

“Of course I did. Out of everyone on the team, I’m closest to you. I seek you out in every room I enter. I look for you before heading to the infirmary after a mission. I make hot chocolate now instead of coffee, just so I have an excuse to bring you some too!” 

You’re no longer holding eye contact, looking at everything but him. The weight of your emotions and the fear of rejection is too much to bear, especially when you know you’re gonna see the look of pity in Bob’s eyes. But since you’re not looking at him, you don’t see the way Bob wets his lips before inching closer. His left hand reaches forward and grabs your right, and his right hand reaches up to move at pushing some hair behind your ear. 

As you look back at him, Bob’s hand moves to cradle your face. His thumb caressing your cheekbone as he speaks, “I like you too. Probably a little bit more than that but who cares.” His eyes go from your eyes to your lips, “I haven’t done this in a while, I’d really like to kiss you though.”

So you lean forward and kiss him. Both of your lips are slightly windburned, but that doesn’t take away from the softness of Bob’s lips, or the warmth that blooms in your chest from having your feelings be reciprocated. Unbeknownst to the two of you, the stars are glowing bright again.

It's nice, you think, having your relationship be started in this way. No prying eyes, no cameras, no whispers through the vents about what the two of you are doing. When you get back to the tower it’ll be a different story, everyone is gonna be able to tell that there was a shift in your relationship, and the questions will be endless. That’s a problem for when the sun rises though. 

Speaking of the sun, you achieved your goal, Alexi can ride Bob into the sun instead of you.

Likes/comments/reblogs are super duper appreciated <3

[ozzgin]

Its been 6 months😭😭 pleaasseeee make a part 2 of the android x human story im beggingggg😭

-H❤️

Yandere! Android x Reader (II)

Featuring your assigned android partner who is not as devoid of humanity as you originally thought.

Content: female reader, AI yandere, mildly NSFW, based on Caves of Steel

[Part 1] | [More original works]

The case had been solved.

Not only that, but you'd managed to prove that human officers were just as efficient as their robot counterparts. The Commissioner was beyond ecstatic, pacing back and forth in his office and finding new ways to praise your detective skills.

"That'll show those Spacers. They think some glorified tin box can match our skill?"

You frowned at his words and glanced to your side, where the android was sitting. He observed the Commissioner with the same polite smile, no hint of disagreement on his features. Was he not insulted? You questioned him once the formal meeting had finished.

"I have no reason to be offended, (Y/N). It is a personal opinion, and thus I have no control over it."

"So you don't mind people disliking robots to such an extent?"

He pondered your statement.

"I would certainly be upset if it was you who harbored the disdain. The beliefs of other humans hold no meaning to me otherwise."

You couldn't tell if he said it out of politeness, or if he actually meant it. Most likely the former, in order to part on good terms. After all, your partnership has reached its completion. He'd return to the Spacer Colony with his report on human customs, and you'd go back to your regular job.

Except he never left. Days later, he was still sipping on his morning coffee, lounging at your table. You fiddled with your cup in contemplation. Was there anything else left to do?

"When are you leaving, actually?"

The pale man raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.

"Is my presence here of such significant disturbance?"

"What? No!" you swiftly exclaimed, stumbling on your words. His lips widened in yet another cheeky grin. He was teasing you again.

"My assignment on Earth is done, thus I should have returned to the Colony already. That's what you're wondering about, yes? I am awaiting a response from my superiors."

"Whether you can go back?"

"No, whether my transfer has been accepted. I have applied to be your permanent partner."

You could feel your cheeks burning with heat. Was it that obvious to the synthetic that you enjoyed his company? Then again, he wouldn't have gone through such motions just for your sake.

"Why did you..." you probed sheepishly. There was no logical reason for him to keep working in a poorer, less advanced environment.

"Because I want to continue spending time with you."

Nonsense. An artificial being wouldn't make its decision based on such mundane, emotional reasons.

"I don't believe you."

"I understand. It is a faulty answer to come out of a machine. Though unlike common AI assistants, we have been invested with the capacity to develop likes and dislikes. Interests. Wants. It helps with variety and individualization."

"And you want to stay here? If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you have a crush on me or something", you attempted to joke.

A few moments of uncomfortable silence. Had you gone too far with your humor? Was it too cliché of a sentence? You turned away, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear. You just had to be witty, huh?

"I'm afraid I do not know what to tell you, (Y/N)."

"You don't need to say anything, it was a poor choice of-"

"Many social aspects have been implemented into my behavioral network. Workplace rapport, friendships, intimate relationships. What seems to be lacking is the transition from one to another. I know how to act as a romantic partner, but how does one achieve such a title in the first place?"

You gazed at him, incredulous. What was he trying to say?

"I am trying to convey that I am indeed infatuated with you. Which, then, makes my initial explanation dishonest: while I do appreciate our fruitful work cooperation, it is not a main reason for my decision. I hope this clears up any misunderstandings."

You'd never been a romantic. You sometimes flipped through sample pages of contemporary romance books at stores and community centers, but they always felt forcefully cheesy. Predictable. Consequently, you never had any grand dreams of passionate confessions under the rain.

On the other hand, you also didn't expect to be asked out in such a mechanical, calculated manner. Or that a machine would be the suitor. Yet there was something charming about his approach. For the first time since meeting him at the border, you saw him struggle. There was something human-like in his uncertainty.

You stood up from the table, and walked towards the android. Then, you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, expressing the mutual feeling and understanding.

His eyes bore an eerie glint to them. It was most kind of you to offer a common ground, but he knew better. The affections you held for him were, with utmost certainty, a mere fraction of whatever overwhelmed him from the moment he encountered you. Limerence, obsession, compulsion, there were many definitions that aptly described his otherwise unexplainable desires towards you. Even more unexplainable was the fact they'd evolved from a blank slate, a programmed agent with no previous knowledge on feelings or humans.

You noticed his hesitation.

"Is there anything else troubling you presently?" you nudged.

Nothing of immediate urgency. Well, not for you, at least. The android remained thoughtful. What were the variables which needed to be met in order to initiate a sexual encounter? Would it have been inappropriate for him to suggest intercourse straight after this conversation? To him, it was a natural escalation he'd considered many times in the past. To you, it could've come as a sudden, crass, and hurried proposal.

He reached for your wrist and discreetly pressed a thumb against your skin. Judging from your resting heart rate, facial expression, and localized temperature, there was a fair chance you wouldn't reject his advances. Once the statistical risk had been assessed, he pulled you in for a kiss.

"Would it be possible to continue this in your bedroom?" he inquired, standing up.

"Alright, just don't...ask for approval for every single step" you retorted. You'd rather not become a narrator of your own pounding.

You open your eyes with a squint, greeted by unexpected natural light flooding your bedroom. Someone must’ve lifted the hologram blinds.

“My apologies, I hadn’t considered the discomfort it would cause you. My Spacer colony uses artificial lightning, though I am becoming rather fond of the natural sun rays here.”

Your android partner is meticulously preparing his outfit for the day. Judging by the stark nakedness and the glistening skin, you suppose he’s had a shower while you were still sleeping. You involuntarily furrow your brows and blush at the sight. He notices your embarrassment. 

“A most surprising reaction. You have seen the very same genital organ…”, he says as he quickly checks his wristwatch, “...precisely eight hours and forty-five minutes ago.”

“It’s just…most people get dressed once they start doing other things. I also wear a towel for coverage when I come out of the shower.”

He processes your words.

“Hmmm. Illogical, but it explains your reaction.”

You stand up and stretch with a prolonged yawn. Suddenly, a revelation hits you: your mind flashes with images of the android fondling your body, your ears ring with the shameless moans you’ve let out throughout the night. Your face turns pale.

“Listen, when is your next functional inspection?” you ask, without waiting for the synthetic to answer. “Will they, uh…will they have access to all of your memories?”

You know that the android permanently records all data and saves it into a memory unit. It’s a pointless fear, of course. The Spacers couldn’t care less about irrelevant details. If the intended tasks are fulfilled, what happens on the side is out of their concern. Yet you don’t exactly appreciate the possibility of your personal deeds airing like this, before the eyes of multiple engineers. 

“You may rest assured, whatever involves your privacy will not be included in the examination.”

“Do you get to decide what is checked and what isn’t?”

“No, most data is sampled randomly.”

You stare at him, confused.

“Then how-”

“It is not common practice, nor encouraged by our code of ethics. I can, however, choose which information is available to begin with.”

“What? I thought you’re fully controlled by whoever created you. If they so desired, couldn’t they open you up and take whatever they require?”

The robot smiles at your assumption and takes a few steps towards you.

“Once an android model is finished, one can no longer modify the processor. Not without compromising everything else with it. It is not a device to be deconstructed, (Y/N).” He taps his temple, then continues: “I am a biocomputer. While most of my parts are mechanical, my processor is a cortical organoid developed in a laboratory. A human brain, if you will.”

Somehow, the discovery fills you with dread. A living organ, encapsulated within a machine. What does that say about consciousness? About self-awareness? The Spacers didn't just tinker with metal scraps and smart computers. They artificially birthed life.

You were always under the impression that your robot companion is closer to the computer you have on your desk. Billions of lines of code within a black box, which then lead to spontaneous, novel interactions with the outside world. To think that at the very core of his functions lies a clump of living cells...

Perhaps you weren't so different, after all. The line between machines and humans is suddenly blurred.

[chosove]

18+ mdni | hockey player toru

an. *GUNSHOTS* *EXPLOSIONS* *CUMSHOTS* HEAVYYY inspo from this one iwaoi ff i read on ao3 in 2021. shit was so good its still in my head, if anyone knows the name lmk so i can cred properly! they did it better yall

pairing: NHL satoru gojo x interviewer f!reader

this was the interview of your career. the one that would take you from a nobody to the columnist you’ve always wanted to be. of course you were grateful, who wouldn’t be ecstatic to speak to gojo “the strongest” satoru, Jujutsu Slapshots newest star. from his innate talent to unreal looks, it’s no wonder gojo satoru was everyone’s recent obsession, including yours. this was all that was running through your mind as you stared at the tall man sitting in front of you, his lanky legs stretching out before moving to tap your foot with his, trying to get your attention.

“as much as i love when pretty girls stare at me, we should probably start with the questions right?”

finally hearing his voice broke you out of your trance, red blossoming on your cheeks when you realized just how long you were staring at him. “r-right! sorry, um” you flipped through your notebook, scrambling to find something- anything from the hundreds of questions you had for him. opening up a random page, you began reading without processing any of the words. “gojo, a lot of your fans praise your skills on the rink, but are curious about what you’re like outside the game. do you keep up your fierce persona, or is that reserved for your opponents?”

your words tumbled out a mile a minute, mouth slightly gaping when you finally looked up at the man you were interviewing, only to find him already staring at you, trademark charming smile plastered on his face. “that’s a good question…” he began, hand gripping his chin as he pretended to think deeply. “honestly im just a regular guy. i like sweet treats and don’t like doing anything on days off. i’m only ‘fierce’ as you would say when im talking to a girl for example.”

your hands were jotting down his words rapidly, the sly confession of his only registering after a few seconds. “o-oh! and um…what would you say is the type of girl you go after?”

he quirked a brow at this, head tilted to the side as he looked at you with those intense ocean eyes. “is this a question for on-the-rink gojo satoru or boring, everyday ‘toru?”

you giggled at his phrasing, wondering how to proceed. if it was any other girl they’d jump at this opening to lay it on thick (and you were tempted), but just to test the waters you decided to take it easy. “is it okay if i say both?”

gojo nodded, never breaking eye contact with you even when you looked away, unable to hold his strong stare. “well, the star of Jujutsu Slapshots would say anyone who can balance me out but still match my energy. i want someone to ground me but keep up with me if we’re at a carnival, y’know?”

you nodded, intently following his statement and subconsciously comparing yourself to each of his requirements. “regular me though, would say pretty girls like you who have my jersey number on their water bottle have me wrapped around their finger.”

your head shot up at the rest of his statement, finally maintaining eye contact for more than a few seconds. holy shit, was this your chance? what if he was just being polite and you were about to ruin the whole vibe…worth a shot though, right?

“i-is that so? ‘cause for girls like me, our ideal type is a hockey player named gojo satoru”

he chuckled at your response, shaking his head before standing up and moving towards you. “looks like we’re both in luck then. why dont we take a break now? all this talking has me really thirsty.”

looking up at him like this made you realize maybe you were in over your head, he was above you in every way including physically right now. maybe if you focused on it a bit longer, you’d find it in you to decline the offer to see his actual jersey that just so happened to be in his bedroom. maybe you’d say no to his offer of trying it on.

who were you kidding? you would never be strong enough to deny that. maybe that was the same reason you didnt stop him from lying you on his bed, slipping off your pants because ‘you’d look so much better in just my jersey’. and since you were at it, you could blame that same part of yourself for obediently spreading your legs when he asked- he was just so thirsty, who were you to deny him?

“o-oh fuck, gojo” you whined as he wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking before flicking his tongue against it.

“call me ‘toru pretty girl, think we’re past the formalities yeah?” he rasped, fingers coming up to pump in and out of you as he traced the letters of his name against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

he’d already pulled 2 orgasms out of you, swallowing down every drop of your essence while grinding his hips against his bed harshly, borderline fucking his mattress as he overstimulated you. “don’ have anything l-left ‘toru” your voice cried out, tears spilling from your eyes as your hips crashed against his face despite your protests.

pushing his fingers deeper, he curled them to reach all the spots you never could, repeating the movement until he found that spot that left you gasping for air. “thereeeee she is, pussy’s dripping all over me but ya have nothin’ left?” satoru laughed ay the irony of your words, relishing in the way he seemed to memorize sll the sensitive parts in your body this fast. “go ahead n’ cry pretty, but don’t lie to me”

your voice cried out a sound you thought was his name, but it was hard to be sure at this point. with how rapidly he was fingerfucking you while his mouth attacked your clit, you weren’t sure you’d ever produce a coherent word again. it didnt take long until you were once again on the edge of cumming, hands flying to his head as you desperately humped against his face. satoru didn’t complain though, he’d die happily if it was between your legs.

“c-cummin…’toru i c-can feel ngh”

‘that’s right princess, cream all over my fuckin’ fingers, know how bad your pussy needs this yeah?” his muffled voice spoke into your cunt, impoosibly apeeding up his ministrations until he watched your body convulse against him, a spray of clear liquid shooting out of your pussy.

riding out your orgasm against his tongue, you finally flopped back and attempted to catch your breath, eyes going wide when you felt his hands pull his jersey up to expose your tits.

“think ya can squirt again for me, but on my cock this time?”

[luveline]

PLS PLS PLS IM ON MY KNEES what about Remus with a sunshine reader? Like she comes around and is just so chatty and energetic and a much needed change of pace for our brooding quiet boy

Remus takes his earphones out the moment he sees you, but that's his secret alone. You barrel through the atrium to drape yourself over Sirius’ shoulder, meeting his smirk with a genuinely ecstatic smile before looking up at the others. “Hello, my favourite boys. Did you get dinner yet?” 

“No, babe, we were waiting for you. Sit down,” Sirius says. 

You beam and make directly for the chair next to Remus, though you could've sat with Sirius, or a little ways across next to the girls. “Hey,” you say, like he's the only boy you've ever wanted to speak with. James makes a knowing face behind your back. “What are you having?” 

“Remus doesn't believe in canteen food,” James says.  

“No kidding,” you say, still smiling, not even slightly put off by this nor Remus’ passive expression. It's not that he doesn't like you, the opposite, he just has a headache and he hates uni. You make it easier, a light in the dark. “What's not to like? Three quid for a slice of burnt pizza or five for a bowl of metallicy pasta. You couldn't get it any better.” 

“We'll go up to town,” Sirius suggests with a chuckle.  

“Let's order a pizza or something, they'll deliver in here, won't they?” James asks. 

You focus on Remus. “You don't like anything at all? The curry and chips is nice enough.” 

“It's not for me.” 

You nod appreciatively and let your tote bag fall from your shoulder into the crook of your arm. You rifle around and pull out a tupperware full of cut fruit, slices of banana, strawberries, blueberries, what looks like circles of pear. “We can eat this.” 

Remus could say no. He can't decide what's worse, saying yes or no, that is until you open the lid and put it between you both, offering to Sirius and James as well, and suddenly it isn't awkward at all, just something you've done. The pads of your fingers turn pink with strawberry juice as you tell him, “I was gonna put some tangerine in here but I keep getting super sour ones.” 

“They're out of season,” he says, fingers brushing yours as he takes a slice of banana. He swears, it zings. 

“I should know that. You know everything.” You leave a little strawberry print on the back of his hand, unnoticed, and he knows he's fucked when he lets it dry there in the shape of your finger. 

Somewhere between fruit slices and your chatter your chair grows closer to his, your knee pressed to knee without remorse, your elbow a whisper from his as you lean back in your chair. “So, bad day?” you ask. 

“What makes you think that?” 

You tap the space between your brows. He registers the gesture, nearly misunderstands, but eventually he relaxes the set of his brow and his tensed jaw. It's actually a relief. He hadn't realised he was doing it. 

“There,” you say, still smiling softly. “That's better. You'll get a headache, you know?” You sound genuinely worried. “It's not good to be so tense.” 

“Thank you,” he says. James and Sirius order a pizza on speaker across from you both, and, for fear you've missed it, he adds, “Thanks.” 

You needle into him with your elbow gently. “You're welcome. You're handsome when you smile.” 

“Not like you,” he says, “you're brilliant.” 

Your teeth peek out. His chest lifts, you look that happy, and when he smiles back it doesn't feel nearly as taxing as it usually does. 

[takamiwife]

hawks x pregnant reader?... either his kid or someone else's doesn't matter, as long as he's loving sweet and spoiling tf out the baby ❤️ he would be soooo good w postpartum care. im sure he's helped deliver kids in emergency situations - 🌕

thank you for the request! this is adorable <33 sorry this took a while </3 schools been kicking my ass

but anyways

this man is literally meant to be a father

when you told him you were pregnant, his reaction was: “we’re having a baby?” (shocked) -> “we’re having a baby?” (terrified) -> “we’re having a baby?!” (over the moon ecstatic)

your pregnancy wasn’t planned, so admittedly he was very nervous. he always expected to have kids when he had taken a load off of his hero work, and as soon as you asked if you two should reconsider, he immediately stopped you

“no, no, no. i’m.. i’m ready. as long as you are.”

of course he wifed you up IMMEDIATELY

he can’t have you walking around with his baby without a ring on your finger!

for a short period of time, it was extremely stressful and hectic. you wanted to get your wedding done early on in your pregnancy so you could still fit into your dream dress, and keigo was balancing trying to work a lot to try and make the city the most secure he could for when the baby arrived while also wanting to be home with you, but you two found a way to do it. you postponed your honeymoon until a few months after the baby was born (hey, you’d need it then anyways), so the beginning of your marriage was filled with baby-proofing your now shared apartment and setting up a nursery

everyday when he’d wake you up, he’d kiss you on the forehead, then on your growing bump

this man would come home EVERYDAY with baby stuff, “i saw it in a store while on patrol, wouldn’t this be perfect?”

plus, he’d find the exact vitamins you should take and got them for you, wanting you and the baby to be as healthy as possible

he’d insist you don’t lift a single finger, especially since you went through a lot of stress early on with rapidly planning your wedding, but you convinced him to let you be able to help with the baby’s room

whenever you two are alone together, his hand is like, CONSTANTLY on your stomach

he cried when he felt the baby kick

you guys would celebrate every trimester with a little cake with candles on it

you often got late night cravings, and you always told him not to worry about it, but he insisted because he just so happened to be craving the same thing, so it really wasn’t a problem

rubs your back and holds your hair during morning sickness, and is so patient with you with mood swings

when you really started to show and you couldn’t fit into your old clothes, you broke down crying about how you felt so bad about yourself, and he was genuinely so confused because you had never looked more beautiful to him

nevertheless, he took you out shopping the next day for maternity clothes

he’d love buying onesies and bringing them home to “show off” to the baby, aka holding the onesie up to your stomach

“just remember that daddy picked this one out for you, not mommy, so this one has to be your favorite, okay?”

“you are gonna be the best dressed baby in town”

he’d also have the room filled with toys

“oh, i just saw it in a store window and thought it’d be perfect”

you actually had to stop him bc you were quickly running out of room

he’d have your hospital bag packed and ready by the door a month and a half before you were due

so when your water broke, this man was READY

he was right next to you the whole time, encouraging you and letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed

so when the baby was finally born, you handed them to him, and he was so, so scared

it all suddenly felt so real

and the baby looked like a perfect combination of the two of you. but they had your eyes. your perfect, loving eyes

he tried to bite back the tears as he gently brushed his finger along the baby’s face

“hey there.. i’m your daddy.. nice to finally meet you, you’ve been giving your mommy lotsa problems these past few months, kiddo.”

he’d kiss their head, still trying to hold back tears. he promised himself that he would be the best goddamn father he could be. better than his deadbeat dad ever could be. your baby would never doubt that they were loved, they’d never wonder where there next meal would come from, and they sure as hell would never be scared of him

postpartum was a bit hard for you, but keigo was there every step of the way. he was a boat in a dark sea, and you knew that you weren’t going through it alone. he got as much time off of work as he could to try and be there for you and the baby, but he still never felt like it was enough

he’d always make sure you knew you were absolutely adored no matter what your brain was telling you, and made sure to take as many of the responsibilities off of you as possible on particularly hard days

not once did you get up at night to feed them or change their diaper. he would always immediately turn the baby monitor off, creeping quietly down the hallway to their room, and would stay with them as long as it took for them to get back to sleep. he was used to having a fucked up sleep schedule, so this was no problem for him

he takes pictures constantly

everyone at work is constantly getting updates on the baby, and you guys started taking monthly family photos, which he rotates out on his desk

you guys know how (unfortunately) a lot of women have to beg their husbands to take care of the baby so they can go shower?

well that’s not you

as soon he gets home, he scoops the baby up, telling you that it’s your time now

“i’ve been gone all day! it’s my turn with the baby, go on, i already started the bath for you” and the bathroom has lit candles, a bath bomb in the warm tub, and one of those little bathtub desk things for a drink and an ipad (yall pls know what i’m talking about 😭)

it’s a constant competition for the baby saying “mama” or “dada” first

one day, the baby just would not. stop. crying. no matter what you guys did, it seems that they would never cease. overstimulated and running out of ideas, keigo strapped a baby wrap to his chest and stuck them in it

“keigo, what are you doing?”

“we’re goin’ for a ride. it always helps me calm down”

“wh- you can’t take the baby flying!”

“they’re my kid, they’ll be fine!”

“oh my god- okay, don’t go too fast, or i swear to god-“

“relax, baby, i got this” he flashed his charming smile at you, and you only sighed

“be back in one piece, okay?”

despite being known as the man who’s too fast for his own good, keigo enjoyed a calm, slow flight. as soon as he hit the air, the baby seemed to immediately stop crying; and as the baby looked up at him with those big, round eyes, keigo realized just how lucky he was to be able to fall in love with those eyes twice in his life

“there ya go kiddo, i knew you just needed some air. just like your dad, hm?”

and he had never felt more proud

[bobur-the-berry-guy]

Omg bobur posting twice the same day??Unbelievable! also im feeding another one of my pookie bear besties

Kaoru relationship hcs!

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧⋆.˚✮•🥥•✮˚.⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

I'd say congrats on getting him but he's too busy mentally congratulating himself on getting you

He doesn't know how he achieved this or how you're actually into him but he's not complaining

Be prepared to reassure him that yes, you do love him and yes, you do wanna be with him

Ok for the pre-relationship

He pretends he doesn't care and that he's so mysterious..

And then he's so obvious

Not only because the rest of the club is (lovingly) bullying him into next week but let's be for real it might as well be written on his forehead

He stares at you like you're the only person in the room

He's also huffing and puffing about anything you ask him for help with but not once does he tell you no

He's so trying to hype himself to be more open with you but gets nervous over actually nothing

You smiled at him in class? Sweating

A side hug? Heart attack

Your hand brushed over his? Exploded in the spot

Typa dude to talk in the mirror and hype himself to not be scared of being around you and that he's the shit and then wimp out the second you move closer to hear him better

He wanted to tell you you're pretty but he almost said you're petty instead and gave up

His sister is sick of listening about you all day every day and then having to listen to him talk himself into "being a man🔥"

She might as well already personally know you with all that Kanzaki's nonstop rambling

The phantom busters are simultaneously so done with him and still don't let him catch a bre on how down bad he's acting

He's literally delusioning himself into confessing to you

I won't say much on confessions right now because there's something in the works, stay tuned hihi (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

He'd probably be hesitant to tell you anything about the ghost he sees in the beginning, but if you reassure him and ask long enough he'd eventually crack open

And not only about what he's seen but what that has made him go trough - the fear, the rejection, the loneliness, all of it

And when you genuinely believe him instead of thinking he's a freak? Yea, he knows it's over for him

Compares everything to shoujo anime scenes

I'm not even joking you could give him your water bottle because he's thirsty and his brain will automatically go to indirect kiss scenes

On the anime note he would be ecstatic if you're actually into his favourites

He won't say it but it would be so clear

Doesn't matter if you liked these animes beforehand or found them out trough him

Now, if you start watching something just because he likes it - that's something else

In your eyes it's probably a simple action but to him? Nah, that's a lot to him

He will remember that, probably tear up over it a bit too

Seeing that something would interest you just because it's important to him really gives his heart a pang!, ok?

Anyway

Will make constant references and send you stuff of the main couple and say "us"

You'd never know if he's telling u the truth or not when you ask him a question about what happen later on in the anime or manga

He would tell you the truth every now and then but you'd never know if that character actually died or it's just an au until you find out about it yourself💔

Would also send you random screenshots from later moments to motivate you to continue watching/reading the series

Would also facetime you just to watch anime

Would also sometimes have to rewatch certain parts or whole episodes because he zoned out staring at you

And if he cries bc sometimes happened he's either pointing the camera to the ceiling or he's straigh up turning it off lmao

Will make it seems like you're the one who suggested watching the anime if it's like slice of life or romance stuff

Just let him be..

Also he'd fangirl over certain moments and then pretend it never happened

"OHMYGOD THEY'RE SO CUTE AUGHH-- yea, the scene is nice, they're finally actually doing something"

Also if you invite him on a sleepover to watch something instead of facetiming?

He's arriving with a variety of snacks, drinks and a meal from home - he is PREPARED

His sister made it, he said

Would bring his best pajama to seem cooler

He's cooking up every scenario imaginable in his head

What if he has food on the corner of his mouth and you wipe it for him?! What if you feed him by hand?! What if you say you'd have to share the bed?!

Sure, entirely possible situation, but he's overdoing it

Now if you decide to lean on him or cuddle him while watching he'd be so stiff in the beginning I'm sorry

It's like hugging a plank

Give him some time to chill out and he'd be actually a bit clingy

Now if you fall asleep on him he's definitely going back to all these shoujo scenarios

He's sweating and he feels like he's having heart palpitations but he's gonna get over that too

Might or might not take a pic or selfie of you sleeping on him all cute and cozy

He's flexing in the club groupchat

On the chat topic, he's kind of a dry texter in the beginning but at least it comes off funny

He's the meme supreme and he has meme reactions for literally everything, but he doesn't send them a lot

He prefers to keep them to himself for just the right moment

On that note @/yukkuo has these "kaoru as ur bf texts" and i need to say check them out because that's exactly what i was picturing too they have ones for moragi also

If you ever compliment him for whatever reason he can only stare at you like an idiot for a good few seconds

You?? telling him he's pretty??? What is this alternate universe he's fallen in???

Especially!! if you compliment his eyes

He takes that straight to his heart

Please be tender with him

Hold his hand, play with his hair, hug him, cradle his face and kiss him all over - he's sensetive even if he acts like he isn't

He would let you touch his scars too

He usually avoids people's touch, but how could he refuse letting you when you're so gentle with him?

When he stops being nervous about you touching him he's definitely asking you to do it more

He won't say it though, that would make him too flustered

Instead he'd take your hand and put in on his face or in his hair and let you do your thing

If you insist on him telling you what he wants he will do it red and stuttering

Remind him just how much you adore him even if he hasn't asked you to reassure him

He tends to scare people away to the fact you're not only not avoiding him but also insisting that you want to be with him? Damn, he really lucked out

All in all, despite trying to appear all scary and mysterious, he's a giant softie

Just give him a big fat kiss, he needs it

๑Requests are open btw(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)✧⁠*⁠。

[gibberishfangirl]

Hi hi! I’ve gotten a recent hyperfixation on Windbreaker and your blog has been a life saver when it comes to content. I love how you write the boys, especially Choji. :]

How do you think the boys would treat a more androgynous partner? Especially one who likes play fights?

WINDBREAKER | playful love

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Toma Hiragi, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw!, gn!reader, no pronouns used for reader, play fighting involved, sweet content of the boys being playful with their s/o

★ a/n <3 : tysm!! im glad you’re enjoying my content :3 i love chojiii he deserves more love <33 sorry for being late to this request, i hope you still enjoy! i broke the content up a little since the first portion consists of the playful scenarios and the last section is more focused around the relationship :) ★

★ matches energy, lowkey is very serious during it due to his competitive spirit so he matches whatever energy you’re putting down ★

-> Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

Sakura has a very competitive spirit so he takes every little challenge seriously. even if he tries to play it off like it’s nothing, it’s everything. will literally have the most sore ego whenever you beat him at an activity. it could be basketball, air hockey, video games, etc. anything that requires any small amount of skill he goes all out for. Sakura’s has secretly sulked for a bit after you beat him in most games. it’s not your fault you happen to be seriously talented at so many activities. if you’re feeling humble enough you’d try to make Sakura feel better by saying it’s just luck. (you know it’s not luck).

play fighting is no different in Sakura’s eyes. doesn’t matter who you are, how tall you are, how muscular you appear, if you can fight he wants to see it for himself. Sakura wouldn’t be the one to ever start that fight with you, so the moment you start to bounce on your feet a little while putting your fists up he’s ecstatic.

he’s quick to jump onto his feet and meet your pace. the two of you don’t really throw hands with each other so it’s more a light slap boxing match. the way this always goes down is whoever is the first to land three hits wins. sometimes he wins, other times you’ll win. you don’t usually keep count of those wins but he does. which is why he’s secretly salty when he does the math and realizes your score is higher than his. despite being a sore loser he’s very proud of how good you are. sometimes will make fun of his friends by saying his s/o is better fighter than them without even trying.

Sakura would definitely be a very protective boyfriend over you despite being so competitive with you himself. he considers you not only his partner but one of his closest friends. he cherishes you deeply and ensures no one upsets you or makes you uncomfortable. the two of you have a tamed relationship since you two understand each other on a deeper meaning. you both share the same boundaries and perspective when it comes to relationships which is why the two of you go well together.

-> Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

Similar to Sakura, Choji also shares a very hyperactive and competitive nature. sometimes the way he displays it is a lot bit more aggressive than others. he can’t help it, it’s not 100% intentional, he just really admires a good fight. something that you always give him and he has a lot of fun with. in a lot of ways you two are actually pretty similar in that case. you both are very quick to match each others energy no matter how small or big the activity is. Choji’s glad he found someone as upbeat as you are since he often feels like he himself can be a bit too much. he never feels that way with you and you never make him feel that way. Choji’s never too much for you, he’s perfect in your eyes.

There are plenty of times where you two will be found tussling on the ori stage. Togame always has the honor of playing ref during your matches. He’s typically the one who also breaks up the fights due to him being the only one who’s capable enough to do it. surprisingly enough you’re actually a decent match against Choji, giving him a run for his money. Your defense is unreal as you share the same agility as your opponent. Choji secretly breaks a sweat whenever you two play fight (not that he’ll admit it) and he loves the fact that you’re the one who’s capable of challenging him.

Choji shares a special bond with you due to the fact that he feels completely accepted by you. Choji doesn’t have many preferences when it comes to relationships or attraction. he prioritizes the personal relationship he has with someone over anything. he finds himself getting easily attached to those who don’t make him feel like he’s less than them or make him feel like he needs to live up to their expectations. you’re relationship would most likely be more emotion based since he’ll spend hours talking to you about dark times that he went through. the fact that you could sit there and listen to him talk for hours about everything and still not judge him makes him be mesmerized by you.

★ defense king, engages in your playful antics but plays a rather defensive role instead of meeting your aggression ★

-> Hayato Suo

Suo is super good at defense and reflecting so when you start to play roughly or get carried away he doesn’t struggle with defusing the situation. most times he will play along by just blocking you simply because he likes seeing how happy you are. he’s not one to play fight but he never would put you down. especially not when he sees how much fun you’re having. he’s definitely surprised when he realized how fast you are with your swings. you have yet to land a hit on him… it’s suo, don’t get your hopes up.

As time goes on he definitely finds himself enjoying these moments more. sometimes he’ll even start the play fights himself by blocking some of your movements such as hand holding or hugs. you picked up on the fact that this was his signal on telling you he wanted to play fight without actually having to say it. his guard easily goes down whenever he’s around you.

as previously mentioned you’re one of the few people (if not only person) who Suo actually lets his guard down around. he’s never been the one to be open with others about personal issues or make things about himself. he’s more of a listener than a talker which you never minded. you’re a bit of a yapper yourself and he’s more than glad to sit there with a smile and listen to you for hours on end. even if you weren’t a yapper you couldn’t help but have word vomit around the man since he made you feel so comfortable. Suo was practically the definition of a “judgement free zone”. eventually Suo gets more comfortable being the talker himself and will get lost laughing and sharing funny stories that happened between him and his friends to you. you’d always catch yourself smiling completely love struck by the handsome man in front of you.

★ reluctant but caves, isn’t too much of a playful person himself but for you? he always caves ★

-> Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

Nirei already can’t even fight— play fighting is no different. he is equally as bad if not worse- he’s super embarrassed about that fact so he tries to avoid your playful behavior at times. he spends more of his time running away from your harsh pushes than actually trying to fight back. he still has so much fun regardless. he can be found laughing and losing his breath at the same time while running for blocks trying to get away from you. because of this Nirei has gotten surprisingly faster than he’s ever been before. most people assume he’s probably been training or working out more but no, he’s simply just been running away. “hey Nirei have you been training for a race or something?” “huh? no? why would i do that?”

he’s 100% the type to call out or tap out once he’s under you. doesn’t even try to fight back once you finally track him down and tackle him down. expect him to squirm underneath you and tap the floor three times to signal he’s down. on some days he’ll even carry a small white flag and wave it around when he gets tired of running. his friends are also smiling watching him have fun with you. they even mess with him a little by telling you where he ran off to. he no longer even tries to hide with them or behind them because of how fast they are to rat him out. sometimes his friends (sakura and tsugeura) and would be a little envious about how much fun the two of you are having. they’ll join in a few times because of this.

Nirei wasn’t the type to date in general. he was always flattered about the idea but was too insecure to actually go for it himself. that didn’t necessarily change when he met you but it tempted him so much. he would go out of his way to talk to you at times but would always fail and become a stuttering mess. it didn’t help that he did so much research on you beforehand. “oh i love ice cream!” “yeah i knew tha— I MEAN! me too…” he couldn’t help but feel drawn to you, you were very welcoming and friendly. completely oblivious to how whipped you had your boyfriend even before the two of you had started dating. yes you asked him out and he blushed like a mad man. he even looked around for some cameras to make sure he wasn’t getting pranked

-> Toma Hiragi ᡣ𐭩

please this man needs some fun and relaxation in his life. he can be very stressed at times and has almost little to no energy because of this. sometimes your energies can crash since his can be incredibly low while yours is through the roof. however, if you catch him on a day off where he has no plans he surprisingly can match your energy level with ease. it’s almost like he’s a different person once he actually has the time to lay back and have some fun with his favorite person.

when it comes to play fighting he does approach it very differently. at first he didn’t entertain the idea at all since he’s very experienced with it and you aren’t. he doesn’t like the possibility of you getting hurt especially not if he’s the one who did it. he eventually caves since he can never help but spoil you. he loves you way too much to ever even utter the word “no” to you. fun fact; he’s never actually said no to you before, his rejections usually consist of a sigh or simply ignoring the request but a “no” will never escape his lips.

[stunie]

Zevie it is I, the maid cafe anon once again coming to you to request more cute(or lewd, it’s your choice like fr) maid cafe content.

Maybe they show up when it’s like a day for a different costume(OH MY GOD A PLAYBOY BUNNY OUTFIT DAY??? A CUTSIE ANIMAL ONESIE DAY??? CHEONGSAM DAY??? MAGICAL GIRL DAY???????) or literally ANYTHING, whatever inspires you.

The only characters I’ll specifically ask for are kiryu, suo, and Kaji if possible!!!!!

ANYWAYS REMEMBER TO TAKE IT EASY AND HAVE A SNACK AND REST MWAH MWAH -🐌

WELCOMMEEE !! u r now snail anon and no longer maid cafe anon !! i hope u and the others r comfy here ໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀི১ <3 i made this sfw <: also pls im gonna share my snack with you (it’s a mango roll cake!)

hayato suo, kiryu mitsuki, & kaji ren x maid cafe!f!reader

sfw. ft. costumes (animal onesies), you call them ‘master’

HAYATO SUO gives you an all-too-warm smile when you’re shyly handing him a menu, tensing when his fingers briefly brush over the paws of your onesie.

“a kitten? how cute,” he teases, hand coming to cheerfully rub at the top of your head. it was only your second week since you’ve started your job here, and yet he’s made it very clear that he’d be paying you a visit every single shift.

a part of you wishes he had never found your cafe’s instagram, where they uploaded each week’s theme on sundays without fail. you can only imagine how ecstatic suo must’ve been when he saw what was scheduled for today— because he was stepping through the door only fifteen minutes into the start of your shift.

“c-can i get you anything else, master..?” you stammer, eyebrows deeply furrowed in embarrassment as you hug the extra menus to your chest. he’s only chuckling at your nerves, back of his hand coming to mask his laugh as you give him your best attempt at a glare. “you’re not supposed to laugh,” you whisper through your teeth, “stop being like that..!”

“oh, sorry,” your shoulders relax a bit when his laughter dies down, and he’s smiling back at you all over again. “then i’ll just have you stay beside me until i’m done with my tea. that won’t be a problem, right?”

KIRYU MITSUKI’s mouth parts open in surprise when you come to serve him his food, cute little bear ears sticking out from the hood as you set down his plate in front of him.

“this is your omelette, master!”

“oh, thank you,” his voice comes out soft, but he’s tugging you by the little bear tail at the back of your outfit as soon as you turn to check on your next table, “but don’t leave just yet.”

your head turns back, gaze shifting back and forth between his hand and his face. “..is something wrong?”

he doesn’t respond.

you sigh when he still doesn’t let go of your tail, not even looking at you as his free hand comes to click at his screen. “wait just a couple more seconds…” he says, scrolling through his apps. “ah..! here it is. okay~”

some of the other visitors are turning their heads to look at you as soon as they hear his chair abruptly scooting backwards, body leaning back a bit to angle his phone’s camera towards you with a content hum.

“k-kiryu!” you huff under your breath when you realize exactly what he’s doing, “that’s so embarrassing..!”

he only chuckles in response. “but you look so cute,” he coos, “smile nice and big for me, okay?”

KAJI REN’s lollipop falls out of his mouth as soon as he sees you dressed up in a bunny onesie, one ear flopping over your face when you do a little bow to greet him and the two standing behind him.

“oh, it’s kaji’s girl working today! what a nice surprise, huh kaji?” you hear enomoto’s voice loud and clear, followed by a loud ‘tch’ from your boyfriend.

those two— enomoto and kusumi— didn’t say a single word about this. he was wondering just exactly what they were snickering about so loudly earlier before they were suddenly at his side to ask if they could stop by your cafe before heading home.

something about a deal on coffee? he can’t believe he actually fell for that.

“oh, kaji!” you gleam, lips tugging into a huge smile. “oops— i meant master. your table is over here. follow me.”

he’s clenching his jaw in place of his lollipop, eyes narrowed into a deep scowl in his attempt to dissipate the blush rising to his cheeks. you looked cute, big ears flopping up and down with each step you take, and you’re practically drowning in the excess fabric.

did they not have your size?

“oh,” enomoto interrupts his train of thought, and he turns to see him and kusumi are suddenly checking their phones, the weather app- specifically. “we gotta leave, actually. we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

and they’re gone just like that.

[emyyxy]

..murderous side?

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧

billy and stu’s reactions to finding out reader is actually a murder like them!

mentions of knives/knifeplay, mild smut headcanons

billy 🔪

you actually came to billy and stu first about wanting to join them in their murderous ways. “what the hell?! no. absolutely not.” billy shut it down real quick because he didn’t want that life for you.

with endless amounts of begging, billy gave in. you joined on a fairly easy plan and got the job done more efficiently than they would’ve. seeing you in that ghostface costume turned him on BAAAADDDD

your knife work and technique turned billy on-now he won’t admit that to anybody but stu and even then he was skeptical of telling him. the way you would fiddle with the knife in between your fingers-like gyatttt!

he asked an insane amount of questions, mostly because he never wanted you to go down that path. “why did you wanna start this?!”“who showed you those knife techniques?” “can you show me a knife trick or two?” his questions would slowly form to fan girling but he’ll always deny deny deny.

billy would start to feel a little competitive..even though it was never a competition, he’d make it one. “sooo how many have you taken out? i bet i have much more..not to brag..but to brag yeah im sure i have a lot more.”

he would randomly try your abilities to defend yourself. just laying on the couch watching a movie? he’d fake come at you, try to jab you in your stomach or your side to test how quick your reflexes are. “oh i could’ve just totally killed you now.” “gotta work on your reflexes y/n!!!”

wants you to wear the ghostface costume when he fucks you

stu 🔪

stu was ecstatic that you wanted to join him and billy in their murders! he thought it would be fun bonding time! “oh cmon, bill! it could be fun! please please pleasseeeeee”

your knife techniques made him realize he has a knife kink…like real bad. after watching you just toy with your knife, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom and tug one out

also wants you to wear the ghostface costume when he fucks you

stu would be such a supportive fangirl and actually show his fangirlyness unlike billy. “i know you can take them down! i believe in you, y/n! here- i’ll even help you, i’ll hold them down!”

the first time the both of you killed together, his adrenaline rush was so high, he almost fainted. watching you get splattered in your victim’s blood, all over your face and your hair..the way you licked your blood-stained lips. the insane smile, holding the knife above your head before the last stab…it was way too much for him. his eyes were filled with big red hearts.

after your first official kill, he got you your own personalized knife, your name carved into the handle of it. he carved it himself

he offered to help train you, to help you get used to the costume and go through fake scenarios to survive. he ended up tackling you down, pinning you and having a steamy makeout session in his garage. the only thing you still had on was the mask.

seeing you take some of his gestures while murdering seriously makes him rock hard. the way you hold up the knife above your head with two hands has him growing a boner with another boner! the way as you manically laugh and smile while brutally stabbing sends him to another planet. of course after the job is done, you both use that adrenaline to good use 😉😉

[cat3ch1sm]

hii! could i request hcs about illumi's fiancé meeting the zoldycks? something along the lines of her being expected to be the next lady of the house and getting used to the mansion's lifestyle (having butlers, being secluded on a mountain, having the entire family living together)? it would also be nice to see her getting along with the little siblings (killua, kalluto, and alluka)

sorry if i left out any necessary details in this request :(

~✰♡✰♡✰~ hellooo! thanks for ur request :)) haven’t written for hxh in a little while so im happy to write this for you and our favorite bug-eyed assassin :3 if you’re ever unsure about what info to put in a request, just visit the pinned post! ily 💚

fem!reader

𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜é 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤𝐬

illumi isn’t close with his family in the same sense that normal people are close with their families, but nonetheless he feels the need to inform them of major developments in his life. through a letter he tells his family of his engagement, and says that he is going to bring you to his home to see them all.

silva is indifferent, and zeno couldn’t care less, but kikyo is ecstatic that her illumi is finally going to marry someone- and that it isn’t that awful clown hisoka. she’d been seriously concerned for a second there. but she rounds up all the members of her family to be present on the day of your arrival (using excessive force because nobody really wanted to come besides alluka, who was only allowed to meet you because killua threatened to not show up unless alluka was permitted as well).

when you and illumi first arrive after the lengthy trip up the mountain, you are greeted by butlers gotoh and canary, whose presence startles you. you were aware of illumi’s great wealth and status, but it was certainly different from how you’d grown up. just getting inside the actual home is a process- illumi’s strength slightly freaking you out when he pushes open four of the doors to the entrance of the mansion without breaking a sweat and then encountering Mike, the Zoldycks’ monstrous dog. illumi does notice your apprehension, though, and plainly assures you that the dog won’t harm anybody it isn’t supposed to. you’re still visibly nervous, though, so illumi has you come closer to him and hold on to his arm. regardless, you realize it may be tougher to settle in than you thought.

at last, though, illumi brings you to his family. nobody reacts much outwardly to your presence, but you notice a white-haired boy with catlike eyes observing you closely, his expression a mixture of suspicion and confusion. standing beside the boy are two other black haired children- one with short black hair standing somberly with his hands folded in front of him, and the other an eager blue-eyed girl whose gaze sparkles as she looks at you. the white haired boy stands right behind the blue-eyed child. the tall, blonde man with a large frame illumi tells you is Silva, his father, and the slightly shorter man with white hair beside him is illumi’s grandfather, zeno.

without warning, you feel thin arms thrown around you in an embrace, and you almost jump out of your skin. but when you are released, you see the woman that can only be your fiancés mother, the only member of the family illumi had warned told you about prior to the visit. kikyo wears a large dress with an ostentatious petticoat and hat, and most notably a visor over where her eyes would be with one red glowing dot. her appearance is unsettling, and you find it a little difficult to force a smile when she greets you. illumi watches you from the side of his eye, his face unreadable.

just as kikyo is pulling away, something gleaming and silver and large is thrown right at your head, whizzing right by kikyo’s hat and slicing off a single hair from the feather on her hat. you don’t hesitate to lift your hand to your face and catch the sword immediately, the blade slicing your hand- but you don’t flinch as the blood seeps onto the blade and down your arm. you tilt your head to the side to see your assailant is silva, his arm still poised in throwing position. his expression grows less stony once he sees you’ve caught his weapon.

there’s a moment of icy silence, you lowering the weapon to your side, and silva watches you even more intently before uttering a flat “welcome to the family.” with that, he and his father turn and disappear elsewhere inside the mansion. kikyo, though, takes this as her cue to immediately grab you so you two can walk by yourselves throughout the mansion. illumi doesn’t look super pleased to see his mother take you, but he knows better than to try and stop her.

you two are navigating the long, hollow corridors of the zoldyck home. you pass many unsettling family pictures and paintings as well as various weapons like swords and arrows on the walls, and several human sculptures that seem a little too realistic. you’re also sure that you pass at least two torture chambers. it’s an eerie atmosphere, which was what you’d expected, but it doesn’t help your nerves.

kikyo either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about your apprehension, and instead starts talking about how much she’s wanted a daughter and how thrilled she is to finally have a “daughter” to take in. but then she grows eerily serious. she talks about how you’ll be expected to be the next lady of the house and, since you’re becoming a zoldyck, how you’ll have to follow the same codes they do as a family and exhibit the same values- which makes you antsy. the woman clearly seems a bit unhinged. you’re relieved when the walk ends and you’re returned to your fiancé, who gestures for you to take his arm again. illumi’s mother’s mood changes drastically yet again and she storms off, shrieking to her husband that it’s rude for him to walk off after hardly having said anything.

now you and illumi are left with the four other children- the white-haired boy, the girl with long hair, the boy with short hair and purple-pink eyes, and a homely fat boy behind the three younger ones. he holds a small console in front of his face and doesn’t even seem to acknowledge your presence. illumi introduces them to you.

“y/n, i’d like you to meet my siblings,” illumi states in his usual manner, walking slowly towards them. gesturing to the white-haired boy, he says, “this is my brother, killua. i call him kil.” he looks down at his brother with an eerie smile and black eyes like pits, but killua keeps his stony gaze straight ahead. his hand rests on the shoulder of the girl in front of him.

“this is my youngest brother, kalluto,” illumi continues, placing a large hand on top of the boy’s head. his hands remain folded in front of him, and he gives you a polite nod. looking toward the fat boy behind kalluto, his expression slightly curling into one of disdain, illumi tells you, “and this is the second oldest, milluki.” milluki doesn’t acknowledge you at all, which seems to visibly irritate illumi, but he doesn’t reprimand the boy.

you’re confused when illumi doesn’t introduce the girl, and you glance up at him in confusion. “illumi, what about her?” you look down at the girl in front of killua, who looks surprised for a second, and so does killua behind her. “you forgot to tell me her name. she’s a beautiful little girl.” you manage a small smile, leaning down slightly to stroke the girl’s hair. her blue eyes sparkle with joy, and killua looks up at you as well, looking a little confused but also very relieved. “your mother said she had no daughters.”

illumi’s eyes lower ever so slightly, giving him a dismissive look. “she doesn’t,” he answers flatly, and his tone makes you feel like that’s the end of the discussion. you’re definitely lost- but you suppose it’s something illumi will have to fill you in on later. you glance sideways at illumi, hand still resting in the girl’s hair. she definitely doesn’t seem to mind you, and killua appears to have warmed up to you as well. milluki’s vanished elsewhere and kalluto watches the whole exchange from the corner of his eye.

suddenly you all hear kikyo call for illumi, who immediately stands up upon hearing his name. “you will remain here until i return.” he tells you, his tone no-nonsense, and heels clicking he makes his way down the dark hallway, leaving you alone with the kids.

the second illumi is out of earshot, the girl brightens up. “hi!” she chirps, bouncing on her feet excitedly. “my name is alluka!”

you’re slightly startled, but you smile at the girl anyway and tell her hi, still wondering why illumi seems so detached from this girl in particular.

killua seems to read your mind. “i know what you’re thinking,” he tells you, not unkindly. “listen, my family doesn’t like alluka much- and they refer to her with male pronouns. just go along with it in front of them. it’s safer for you.” he pauses, then looks down. “but thanks for being nice to her.”

you frown and nod, deciding not to ask any more questions about it. kalluto still hasn’t said anything, but somehow you don’t feel like this boy will be anything to worry about.

with alluka and killua having warmed up to you, you get into a conversation, and kalluto eventually offers a few words after awhile- although never acknowledging alluka directly. most of it is basically killua wondering how the hell you managed to get engaged to someone like illumi.

“No way he didn’t force you to go out with him.”

“What the hell do you even see in that guy? He’s batshit crazy- and he’s definitely not a model.”

“How’d he propose? Did he try to kill you and you survived?”

“‘Man, you really gotta be messed up for Illumi to like you.”

“What even made him wanna get married to you? What even made you wanna get married to him?”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“And you said yes? You’re crazy!”

that’s all i got :3 hope u enjoyed <33

[cherriko-art]

One year update:

I just finished my 4th con of the year!

I can't believe it was only one year ago that I was dreaming about tabling for the first time ever and getting disappointed when I didn't get accepted, wondering if this was still a pipe dream. Fast forward a year and I can't believe I finished not just my 1st, 2nd, but 4TH con of the year.

This year has been an absolute blast, I have met so many amazing people and other artists, have had SO much fun yapping with people at cons (shout out to all my fellow alnst fans that yapped with me!!) and just so grateful to everyone who liked and supported my art. Tabling and selling my art has been a dream of mine since I was a young teen and it always seemed like a faraway dream.

Last weekend was the last con I had lined up for the year, and I'm not sure if I'll be accepted into any more for this year but even if this wraps up con season for me, I'm just so happy and grateful I had the opportunities to do this. I look forward to next year's con season and I'm SO excited to create more things I love and can share with others!!

Thank you again to everyone who's supported me this year!! ❤️❤️❤️

Applied for my first ever artist alley for a small, local anime con!! Not sure if I'll get accepted, but what's important is that I did it. Tabling at cons have been a life long dream of mine, but I've always been too scared to put my art out with all the amazing artists out there (who also have 10x fancier merch). I'm just happy I did the thing!

[lxxiezz]

hello there! I hope I'm not bothering you but I would like to request a shadow x female reader on a date at the ice skating rink and reader needs help when it comes to ice skating? thank you! <33

okay i actually love this im writing this.

TYSM FOR REQUESTING THAT BTW! <3

Shadow the hedgehog x female!mobian!reader

"Ow."

Was all you said as you fell on your bum for the millionth time while trying to learn how to ice skate. You sat on the ice for a moment, pouting. You see Shadow gracefully glide over with the corners of his lips subtly quirked up. "Not a word, Shadow." You sassed, already sensing the teasing remark that you were about to receive, he merely put his hands up in a surrendering motion, then pulled you back up on your feet. "It's not that hard to skate, darling." He spoke, those pretty crimson eyes looking into yours. "Easy for you to say." I grumbled, giving him a lighthearted glare. "One foot forward, back foot push and then slide." He instructed with an arm looped around your waist for support, as you had an arm around his shoulders for support. You follow his instructions, stiffly sliding along the ice. "Don't be so tense, (Name). It's like walking, exept imagine you're.. shuffling. Like how you do when you're tired." He further explained, skating away from you for a moment to turn around and face you up front, his hands gently intertwining with yours as you didn't offer any sort of reply to him, being too focused on figuring out how to skate.

"I'm doing it!!! I'm doing it!!" You yell out of excitement. For the past 10 minutes you were glued to the wall of the ice rink for support after Shadow helped you. You turn your head towards where Shadow was accross the rink and skated towards him, still wobbly but more or less stable, you went faster, not caring that you didn't know how to stop, as you crashed into your boyfriend with a huge smiler and laughter after you hear his protests when you crash into him, he lost his footing for a moment but quickly regained it, offering you a smile back and picking you up by the waist and spinning you, your tail wagging ecstatically. "You did indeed, well done sweetheart." He replied, gently putting you back down and leaning his head down to give you a sweet kiss. During moments like these Shadow tends to savor every second of it.

YAAYYY there u go! Hope you like it anon

[deveondog]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Hello, this is my first time requesting from you. I’ve seen some of your work and I love your writing style. The way you write the twisted wonderland characters is wonderful!

Anyways, I wanted to request a male!reader who’s basically Maomao from The Apothecary Diaries with the Vil Schoenheit. The reader is short—like five foot short… Yet, he’s ‘somehow’ in Pomefiore. Other students on campus who haven’t seen the reader “clean up” nicely are shocked that someone like the reader got into Pomefiore. The only thing they had going for them was their clear skin, but that was it. So imagine their shock when Vil takes the reader to a photoshoot. Not as a standby, but to model with him.(In exchange for “medicine,” Vil promised.) Once the photos get out, the students who bad-mouthed the reader are shocked. Vil is quietly, elegantly smug about it. Meanwhile, the reader is geeking out over some new poison they made.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀  : ¨·.·¨ :ㅤ

⠀ ⠀ `· .⠀ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦⠀𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯

Des tours avec du poison

(Tricks with poison)

Ft: Vil Schoenheit & Rook Hunt

A/N: Another thing im not versed in but i tried!!! hope i portrayed reader and maomao well lol! i also didnt go into the actual shoot psrt so im sorry if you wanted that!!

cw?: Male reader, so he/him pronouns are used. Reader is also called trickster, and beautiful but in a gender neutral way. Rook watching you for a bit, Platonic, google translated french.. Not beta read

Request?: Yep!! hi little forest anon!!! first anon name yay!!! im so happy :3

You were an odd one, most people agreed. You liked poison for one part. Like more than normal. Perfect for a pomefiore student! So when you were sorted into said dorm, people were less than ecstatic. They thought you were weird from the start in their eyes. It seemed like you didn't even do your daily rituals, the only thing seeming to glow was your face, which was painfully average. And like mentioned, you like poisons too much.. Well more herbs than poisons, but still! You were always so curious about them it was just so weird..

When Vil noticed you is when it all changed. He thought you were a perfect spectacle , to be built and molded. So he watched for a while. Seeing how you interact with the herbs and poisons was fascinating. You were worthy of housewarden title almost.. Maybe after he leaves you will obtain it. Hmm. But watching the way you handle them so delicately and purposely makes him swell with pride at being your housewarden.

Most days you spend lunch in the potionology lab with Mr Crewel. He was snacking on some low calorie crackers, while you were up walking around– examining all the different plants around. Mumbling to yourself as strolled around. You and Crewel were close, he genuinely had never seen a student so enthralled by herbs. Poisons yes but never the basic components of the thing. He wouldn't say he has a favorite pup..but if he did it would totally be you.

Lunch is eventually over, and you move to put everything you did bring out away. Crewel waves you off and you head to your next class. You dreading it profoundly. Why? In this class, there are two people who particularly like to tease you for your particular interest. " 'Ey bane boy, you spend all your time with your only friends again heh!!" Some kids started laughing when you walked into the class. You ignore him as you walk to your seat, before noticing the surrounding area of your desk smelt down right repulsive. You plug your nose instinctively. But after a moment, you unplug your nose, start sniffing the pungent air and say "Silane, also known as SiH4. A compound of silicon and hydrogen, a colorless gas with a repulsive odor –" you wave your hand around as to make your point. "– and it is highly flammable. Igniting spontaneously is air." When you say this you back up and as if on cue, a fire begins. The fire is big and uncontrollable.

You tell everyone to get out of the class and without bating an eye, they all run like scared children. Such amateurs.. You pull your magic pen out and summon a misty water flow and aim it towards the fire. Setting it out slowly over time. Now that thats done with, you go to the door and let everyone know it's safe to come back in. The air is still pungent as they walk back in, some students plugging their noses. Heh, you chuckle to yourself.

Without your knowledge. Someone was watching this go down. Rook, who was watching from a tree smiles brightly, as he goes to report his newest find.

"Roi du Poison! J'ai la most wonderful news!" Rook cheers as he walks into Vil's room that evening. "Well? Do tell Rook." Vil says while he combs his clean hair, listening intently. "Notre filou got into an accident today!!" Vil turns fast, seemingly worried "Non non! Do not worry Roi du Poison! He is all fair and well." Rook laughs as he speaks. Vil visibly grows a grey hair..

"Then what happened Rook? Is he okay?" Vil asks genuinely. "But of course! It was a mishap with some clasmates heh heh! Some other tricksters tried to prank our trickster with some wonderful Silane!" Vil's eyes look like they are about to pop out of their sockets. "Didn't they know that silane is highly flammable when exposed to air. Such idiocy. I surely hope they were not pomefiore students or I will get Riddle to have their heads."

Rook chuckles at Vil's way of caring "Do not fret dear Roi du Poison.. our trickster handled it en toute simplicité !" "Rook you know I cannot fully understand what you are saying correct?"

Rooks smiles and continues, "He handled it very well you see! I watched him smell the air and identify the silane myself! Looks like we have a new threat to your position my dear..heh heh.." Vil smiles, just knowing you identified the gas is enough to tell him you handled the situation perfectly. He still is worried about Rook watching you..

Vil walks gracefully to your shared dorm room, knocks on the door, and waltzes in when one of your dorm mates answers it. "You." he points to you, "I'd like to speak with you about something important." Your dorm mates ask if they should go and he declines saying "Yes preferably. Thank you." You stand up and walk over to Vil. "Yes, housewarden Vil?" He grabs your chin, twisting your head from left to right, seemingly examining you carefully.. "Mhm yes, you will do just perfectly. I would like you to accompany me to a shoot I have next week." You look at him. "A shoot? Are you sure sir? Wouldn't I just be sitting around.." "No no dear.. I want you with me, looking at cameras, posing like a star, on the front page of magazines. You have beautiful features. Let me put them to use." You look at him shocked. The Vil Schoenheit was asking you, a mere nobody, to accompany him to one of his very private and luxurious shoots. You ask him if there is a catch. He delines and says "No catch, just you and your beauty." and you hesitantly accept.

The next week, you're not at school one day. The two boys wondering if they maybe went to far and you had a reaction to the chemical. At least they know that...

That thought remains in their head until one of them gets a notification. It's from one of their friends sending them a link to a magazine article. The boy clicks on it and to his surprise, he sees you on the front cover of one of the top magazines posters in the world. With the Vil Schoenheit behind you. He reads further and finds out what Vil said about you.

"He is such a wonderful student and dorm mate of mine at Night Raven! It is such a delight to have around."

His mouth is left wide open as he finally sees you walk into class late. Smiling to yourself. And in your hands?

A new poison.

A/N: Hihi welcome! hope u enjoyed little forest anon!! i also hope (as mentioned) i did an ok job at portraying reader similar to maomao!! :3

Thanks for reading! <3