#it looks like a child's toy to be completely honest

[julianbuttercups628]

huh, what's that up ahead?

[chestersturniolo]

Playing Hard to Kiss

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

summary; Chris has been clingy all day, so you decide to have a little fun

needy!clingy!chris fluff , based on this request

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It was a quiet afternoon, and Chris was being his usual, clingy self. You were used to it by now—physical touch was definitely his love language. He always had a hand on you, whether it was resting on your leg, wrapped around your waist or pulling you in for random kisses. You loved how affectionate he was. And today, you noticed Chris seemed extra needy. Which to be honest you didn’t know was possible, but he has no limits, he would crawl inside your skin if he could.

Every few minutes, he was reaching out to hold your hand or leaning in for a kiss, his head practically glued to your shoulder as you sat on the couch. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. He was always touchy, but this was next level.

When he rested his hand on your leg for what felt like the hundredth time that hour, you decided to have a little fun. You gently brushed his hand off you, trying to play it off like you were just readjusting in your seat. Chris immediately placed it back, his fingers lightly squeezing your thigh. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

He shifted beside you, leaning in for another one of his constant kisses, but just as his lips were about to meet yours, you tilted your head ever so slightly, pretending to stretch. His kiss landed awkwardly on your cheek, and you could feel his confusion before he pulled back, a small frown creasing his brow.

“Everything okay?” he asked

“Yea, I’m fine” you replied casually, reaching for your phone as if nothing had happened. You could feel his eyes on you, confused but still trying to be subtle about it.

Chris gave it another go a few moments later, leaning in again. This time, you ducked away completely, pretending to adjust the pillow behind you. His lips met empty air, and when you looked back, he was staring at you with his brows furrowed

“Ma are you…dodging me?” he asked, a pout forming on his lips.

“Dodging you? Nooo” you teased, trying not to laugh.

He huffed, clearly not amused by the game. You could tell he was getting frustrated, the way his shoulders slumped and his lips pressed together. He let out a small sigh, but this time, he didn’t try again. Instead, he sat back, his hands now folded in his lap, looking dejected.

A few minutes passed, and you realized Chris hadn’t put his arm around you again, nor had he tried to kiss you like he normally would. When you glanced over at him, his expression was distant, and then, without a word, he got up and left the room with a quiet huff.

You blinked, surprised. You hadn’t expected him to give up so quickly-he was usually much more persistent when it came to affection.

a little while goes by before you realised he still hadn’t come back.

“Chris?” you called, but there was no response.

Curious now, you wandered down the hallway toward his room. The door was half-open, and when you peeked inside, you saw him sitting on the bed, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression sulky as he stared at the wall. He wasn’t saying anything, just sitting there, looking every bit like a child who had been denied his favorite toy.

“Chris?” you said softly, stepping into the room.

He glanced at you briefly but didn’t say anything, his pout even more pronounced now that you were closer. His usual playful spark had dimmed, and guilt tugged at your chest. Maybe you’d pushed him a bit too far with your teasing.

“You okay?” you asked, sitting down beside him on the bed.

He shrugged, still not meeting your eyes properly, his arms tightening around himself. “I’m fine”

The sulky tone in his voice said otherwise. You sighed softly, realizing he was genuinely feeling a little hurt. You reached out to touch his arm, giving him an apologetic smile. “I was just messin’with you, ya know?”

his expression stayed blank

Feeling bad now, you leaned in to kiss him, hoping to make it up to him. But just as your lips were about to meet his, Chris dodged, pulling back.

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Wait-did you just…?”

you tried again, and he turned his head,avoiding your kiss again. And this time, you could see the mischief in his eyes as he gave you a smug look. “Not so nice when it happens to you, huh?”

You let out a small laugh. “Okay, okay, I deserved that” you admitted, trying again to close the gap between you

But Chris wasn’t letting up just yet. He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms with a playful huff. “You rejected me all afternoon, and now you expect me to just give in?” he teased, his voice still carrying that slight pout.

“Oh c’mon Chris” You rolled your eyes playfully, reaching to rest a hand on his cheek.

He eyed you for a moment, his expression softening, but still, he kept up the act. “Hmm, I don’t know. I might need a little more convincing..”

“Oh, really?” you said with a grin, leaning in closer, your nose brushing against his. barely any distance between your lips. You hear his breath hitch slightly from his agape mouth.

“Screw it” he whispers, crashing his lips into yours, letting out a little “Mm” at the satisfaction of finally getting his kiss.

he pulls away just slightly ��don’t tease me like that again, you hear me? I like my kisses too much” he mumbles against your lips, before reconnecting them as quick as he possibly could.

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a/n; thankyou for the request anon,ILY💋

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[sixosix]

summary wc 1.5k, lyney’s teapot voicelines (with a bit of modification here and there) turned fic. just fluff and pining lyney LOLL to celebrate him coming home yesterday ❤️

“Hey, Y/N!”

Arriving at the Serenitea Pot only to come face-to-face with a certain illustrious magician is what you haven’t been expecting. You stumble back from surprise, and Lyney reaches out to catch you naturally, like this was something out of his scripted shows.

He beams. “I just knew you would be making an appearance here!”

“D-Don’t scare me like that!” you scold, warmth spreading across your face with each passing moment of his proximity. What’s with Lyney’s breath coming off so warm? It burns more than holding his vision for too long. “What if it was someone else who came in here?”

“That’d be really awkward,” Lyney admits, but his easy smile and undaunted fingers on the small of your back convey no embarrassment.

“I almost forgot that I gave you permission to this teapot,” you sigh, gently pushing him away with a palm on his chest. He concedes, pulling you upright and backing off.

You place your hands on your hips. “Well? How do you like it here?”

Lyney’s smile softens impossibly, letting his gaze wander around your teapot. Outside, it’s dim and wet from the rain, but here, his face is cast in a warm, gold glow—it’s taking all of you not to crash onto his chest and use him as a heated stuffed toy. “Your home is breathtaking. Even a legendary magician like myself can confidently say I've never seen or heard of anything like it!”

You huff, gesturing for him to follow you inside. “Impressed, are we?”

“It’s hard not to be impressed by anything when it comes to you,” Lyney says without missing a beat. You thank every archon listening that your back is facing him, not your bitten lips and wide eyes. “But were I to say I've already gotten completely used to it... Would you think I'm lying?”

Is he planning to make himself at home on the first day? “Sure doesn't seem like the truth.”

Lyney laughs, speeding up to walk beside you. “Aw, that really hurts my feelings… But, I was really being honest this time!”

“Ha, ha,” you say blankly, twisting the doorknob open. Lyney ooh’s and aah’s at the sight of your hall, twirling around as he takes each in, from souvenirs you received in Fontaine to furniture you bought all the way from Mondstadt.

He makes his way to a shelf filled with various items you’ve collected over time, region to region. The Adhigama Wood still looks as clean as it was first bought, after you’d been lectured about the special paint that’ll keep it grease-free, appearing untouched. Lyney looks hesitant to reach out, scanning a framed picture in the middle.

It’s a solo picture of you with flowers adorning your head, two bouquets wrapped in large leaves in your arms, and your face captured mid-laugh. The aranaras took it. Lyney looks at it for a moment too long, his finger hovering above the glass.

Starting to feel a little strange about it, you stand beside him, wondering if there’s anything wrong with the picture that he’s seeing. Yet there is nothing but a thin layer of dust on the image, which you swipe away. “Something caught your eye?”

He turns back to you with a mischievous grin. “Well, looks like I've got no choice but to stay here for a while longer! After all, it will take some time for me to win your trust again.”

Lyney looks up at you through his lashes, tilting his head. “...You won't kick me out, right?”

‘Staying here for a while longer’ meant that Lyney was checking every nook, cranny, and room, empty or unoccupied (“Some of your friends live here?” Lyney gapes). You give him a bit of a story for each one, and he soaks your words in like a sunflower to the sun, never appearing disinterested even when you speak about a round table like it’s your firstborn child.

He’s explored more than your friends whom you’ve offered to give rooms to, which is saying enough. And now, exhausted, you pair rest on the loveseat, gazing at the ceiling wordlessly.

“Say,” Lyney says, after moments of silence. He sits up, shuffling closer to you until he kneels on the seat cushion and displays his hat. “Why don't you take a look at this? Do you see anything different about it?”

You squint. “Don't think there's any difference.”

“Ah, but that just means you need to look at it more carefully! Just come a bit closer.” Lyney brightens when you play along, drawing nearer himself. “So, do you have the answer? Is it the pattern, or the color? You should have seen this hat many times before.”

“...Nope, still not seeing it.”

He sighs, resting the hat on your head. “What a pity... Although, your conclusion is actually correct.”

Unbelievably confused, you reach out to hold it, patting all around it. “Is it bigger or smaller than before?” You can’t see much from this angle, nor feel much.

“You look adorable,” Lyney grins, pinching your cheek. “And no, the whole thing was misdirection. I just played a little trick, and stole something of yours. And after that, I also slipped a card into your pockets.”

You blink, reaching down to your pockets and fishing out a card, just as he’s said. It feels as real as it can be between your fingers, still warm from its previous holder.

Lyney grins at your dumbstruck expression, pleased. “Now, can you guess what I stole from you?”

You take a moment to answer, watching him carefully. “My heart?”

He jolts just as his entire face bursts into flames. “Ah, um, a most unexpected answer! I have to say, even my heart has begun to race too.” He looks at you with a petulant glare, as if saying, why would you say that?

Lyney clears his throat, “What I actually stole, however, was your ‘attention.’ E-Even though it's not nearly as valuable as your heart, it's still very important to us magicians nonetheless!”

He trails off, face still pink. “...Okay, you can return my card to me now.”

After that, it had been pretty hard to get rid of Lyney.

He seems to always be there whenever you come around—either spread out on the couch and practicing cards with one hand until you call for him, or appearing in front of you the moment you warp in. You ask if he’s just here every day, waiting for you, but he seems embarrassed to give you an answer.

Today, he has his pets with him. Some of them fly and run around outside, with Lyney at ease when you assure him that there are no signs of monsters here, and you have an Adeptus continuing to keep this haven safe.

You have Lyney’s hat on your lap, playing with Rosseland. The cat is performing a little magic show for you, taking after its owner, especially with how it soaks in your applause with a smug smile.

Lyney is a deflated balloon on the other side of the room, most likely regretting his decision as now you’ve poured all your attention on his pet assistants instead of him. Even worse, his pets seem to love you much more.

Having enough, Lyney approaches from behind, frowning at Rosseland, who appears unbothered, loving the crowd as always.

Your head falls back to the couch, looking at Lyney with a dazzling smile. “You were asking if they could stay here, right? I think you can guess my answer.”

Lyney is torn between celebrating and groaning at the thought of possibly more days of you ignoring him to come. “That would be wonderful,” he says instead, though sincerely. “Thank you.”

You laugh quietly, pulling him close with your fingers on his nape. “Why do you look constipated? Don’t tell me you’re feeling jealous over your own cat?”

He doesn’t tell you, so he keeps quiet instead, the red on his cheeks spreading all the way to his neck.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Lyney says, feigning annoyance while you chuckle. He leans impossibly closer, until your noses are barely an inch away.

“Your cat is watching,” you warn upon seeing the look on his face.

Lyney groans, snatching the hat and wearing it on his head, where Rosseland settles inside by practice. Then, against your mouth, he whispers, “Haven’t I made it obvious I brought them here as an excuse for this?”

You raise an eyebrow. “So you are jea—”

You didn’t end up finishing your sentence at all, swallowed by the press of his lips.

 

By this point, you’re no longer surprised whenever you enter your teapot. 

“Morning, Lyney,” you say, leaving him stunned instead when you plant a kiss on his cheek before maneuvering around and entering your home.

It takes a while for him to snap out of it. Lyney grins, catching up to you. “Good morning. It would be great if I could see you every morning if you’re gonna kiss me like that.”

a/n more sixosix lyney fic what have i become

[hurthermore]

He deserves someone to dote on him! Alastor who injuries his dominant hand and is unable to properly do basic tasks for a while, you come over and cook for him as well as feed him and he’s so embarrassed!! I mean let’s be honest last person to look after his was his mama. Doesn’t stop you, I mean you’re helping him dress, writing out his ideas for potential scripts for future broadcasts, scolding him for trying to use said arm…you kiss his fingers that stick out from his sling <3 he’s so greedy even after he heals he pretends that he still needs you’re help and you’re more than happy to oblige !

This is so cute >.< for this ask we will imagine that Alastor x Reader from Misconduct are in an AU where Vincent doesn’t exist and they’re romantically involved. Poorly written again because I wrote this at uni lmaooo warning for suggestive content, mention of murder and self harm

He didn’t mean to hurt his hand to this extent when he badgered his knife into the neck of a man who wouldn’t stop flirting with you; he tried so hard not to let his pain showcase when you were near him, even when you would thread your fingers through his, he tried so desperately to not make you aware of his pain.

But you were, fortunately, very perceptive of your lovers tells; and when you held his broken hand, you noticed the way his shoulders tensed ever so slightly.

It took a while, but you managed to get him to admit that he had hurt himself; whether he told you how depended on whether you knew about his morally malevolent habits or not.

You reprimanded him; obviously, it made you feel so inadequate that he didn’t feel as though you were a safe space for him to tell you of his pain, but you brushed your feelings aside to tend for the man you loved.

He struggled with everyday tasks you had come to figure out; hiding the pain he endured whilst attempting to complete those tasks. So you decided it was best to temporarily stay at his home, regardless of your own responsibilities; you wished to help and assist the man you planned to marry one day.

And he had agreed, rather quickly to your idea, seeming like a child excited with a new toy they had just been gifted.

You began completing every little task for him, even so far as washing his body and hair for him; you always ignored how he would get just a tad excited below the water whenever your bare hands scrubbed his skin clean.

He always held an arm around you as you cooked and washed his dishes for him, forcing you to always become flushed as he only spoke words of endearment into your ear whilst stroking your waist with his free hand.

Whenever he would try to help you, or give you physical affection through his broken hand, you would again, reprimend him. Scolding him like a child before you would inevitably apologise, stating you only wished for him to get better.

And when you laid in his bed, no matter what the two of you were doing during that time, you would place kisses along his broken hand, telling him of how much you loved him, how much you cared about him; how much he meant to you.

He basked in it, loved everything his broken hand had brought him; how it had brought you even closer to him, basically moving you into his home whilst you played the part of his little housewife.

A wife he would make you.

And as the weeks passed by, and his hand ultimately began to heal; he would, to simply have you always with him, break it. Purposefully.

He won’t tell you that though.

He just wants you near him.

[book-place]

Fears and Facing Them

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Ineffable Husbands x daughter reader

Request: Crowley x Aziraphale x child reader (6 years old maybe), who caught Crowley in snake form and got scared because they have Ophidiophobia but after being comforted by Aziraphale, the child accepts it and actually likes to play with Crowley (crowley thinks the child is annoying but still loves the child) while he's in his snake form

Request by: @popfishjr

*not my gif*

Summary: You felt better about conquering your fear knowing it was just your father

A/N: Not proof read- I’m in a rush so I’ll do it later :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You hummed an off tune melody to yourself quietly as you stacked legos together from where you lay, sprawled out on your living room floor.

Your fathers were both upstairs, to your knowledge, but you were fine with that. Contempt in your own little world of play.

That was, until a small hissing sound rang out and reached your ears, so faint that you almost couldn’t hear it as you placed another lego piece together with another.

With that, you paused, head turning from side to side in confusion as you tried to locate the source of the noise. When you came up empty handed though, you simply shrugged and went back to your building blocks as if nothing had happened.

When the hiss sounded again though, you could no longer ignore it, your curiosity getting the better of you.

Quickly, you dropped your toys and rose to your feet, eyes narrowed as they scanned the room for any sign of where the noise was coming from.

That’s when your eyes landed on it- or him.

Crowley didn’t know what he was doing to be completely honest, he knew that you had a fear of snakes- or Ophidiophobia, as Aziraphel kept reminding him. But he hadn’t thought anything of it when he transformed into his reptile form, if not to simply have the feel of it again. He had thought you were in your room however, or he probably never would have done it.

As soon as your eyes latched onto your- unknown to you- father, you let out a horrible shriek and quickly scampered up onto the nearby couch, trying to put as much distance between you and the snake as possible.

Crowley paused, confusion overtaking his senses as he momentarily forgot about your fear for the animal, and just sat there, staring up at you.

There was a clatter behind him as Aziraphel rushed down the stairs in order to see what was going on.

“What ever is the matter, young one?” Your father asked, striding over and scooping you up into his warm hold.

“Snake, papa!” You cried, “Snake!”

The angels eyes drifted over to his husband for the first time since entering the room and the reality of the situation seemed to click in both of their heads at the same time.

Right away, Crowley transformed back, not wanting to frighten you more than he already had, watching as your eyes went wide.

“Hush, it’s alright, darling. There, there.” Aziraphel soothed, throwing Crowley an extremely rare harsh look as he rubbed up and down your back.

“D-dad?” You hiccuped, looking at the demon with wide eyes.

He hesitated before nodding, “Yes, it’s me, child.”

“W-why were you a-a sn-snake?” You stuttered out, resting your cheek against Aziraphels shoulder.

“It’s- that’s just something I can do.” He admitted, sounding meek for the first time in a long while.

“You’re just the snake?” You asked softly, “It’s not a scary monster?”

Crowley felt as if his heart melted when you unknowingly admitted that you didn’t think he was a scary monster- unlike the rest of the world.

A silence settled over your little family before you spoke up again, small bursts of confidence seeping into your question, “Can you turn back into a snake?”

Your father hesitated, looking to his husband, only to not be offered an answer. But after a moment, he did what you asked.

Instead of shrieking and cowering away like he had expected you to, you just stood there for a few seconds, blinking down at him, before slowly peeling yourself from your fathers hold and approaching the other one in snake form.

Then, without any sign of fear or hesitation, you reached over and patted the top of his head, “Hi, daddy.” You giggled.

It might have been hard to see, but snake-Crowley grinned oh so very bright in that moment.

Ineffable Husbands 😇- @popfishjr @etanordoesbullsh1t

[seoulzie]

a cat-astrophic interview

WHEREIN: beomgyu casually mentions he has a little one at home ..

彡 pairing: idol!beomgyu x gn!reader 彡 genre: lil crack & fluff! 彡 warnings: none!

SEUL SPEAKS! ✎ first fic! feedback nd reblogs are greatly appreciated! >< the cats name is miso kekeke

the fluorescent lights of the studio buzzed overhead, casting an artificial glow on beomgyu's face. he was on a talk show, the usual whirlwind of energy slightly dampened by the fatigue of a long day. the host, a bubbly woman with a contagious laugh, was wrapping up the interview.

"so, beomgyu-ssi," she chirped, leaning forward conspiratorially. "txt is known for being a group of close friends, practically family. but do you have a special someone waiting for you back home? maybe someone you take care of?"

the question caught beomgyu off guard. he hadn't prepared for anything beyond the usual questions about music and upcoming promotions. his mind flashed to the image of you sprawled on the couch that morning, hair a mess and eyes glued to a cartoon. a smile tugged at his lips.

"actually," he began, the playful glint returning to his eyes, "we do have a little one at home keeping things interesting."

the host gasped, a flurry of whispers rippling through the studio. staff wondering what the hell was going on. the host's eyes widened. "a little one? beomgyu, are you...?"

"being a dad?" beomgyu finished her sentence with a laugh, enjoying the delightful chaos he was unknowingly unleashing. "not quite! but it definitely feels like it sometimes."

he then proceeded to launch into an elaborate, albeit slightly exaggerated, tale about the trials and tribulations of co-parenting your "little one." he described epic battles over spilled milk (courtesy of miso’s playful swats at his morning cereal), late-night diaper changes (which, of course, involved wrestling a wriggling cat into a new catnip-filled toy), and the constant struggle to maintain a balance of order in your "messy" household.

with each embellished detail, the host, clearly flustered but trying to maintain her composure, peppered him with questions. beomgyu, ever the performer, reveled in the attention, completely oblivious to the potential social media firestorm he was igniting.

▹ time skip

beomgyu bounced into the living room, post-interview glow radiating from him. you were sprawled on the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn precariously balanced on your lap, engrossed in a reality show marathon.

"did you see the interview?" beomgyu chirped, collapsing dramatically onto the other end of the couch.

"nope," you mumbled, eyes glued to the screen. "busy catching up on the drama between brenda and tatiana."

he chuckled, that adorable crinkling of his eyes you loved so much. "well, you're in for a surprise then."

finally tearing your gaze away from the tv, you raised an eyebrow. "hit me."

"they asked about life at home," beomgyu began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "and i, being the honest guy i am, mentioned how much fun it is taking care of our little one."

your heart skipped a beat. "little one?" you echoed, a cold dread settling in your stomach.

"yeah!" beomgyu exclaimed, oblivious to your growing panic. "taking care of miso is, like, the best part of my day. she;s such a messy eater, though. catnip everywhere!"

relief flooded your system, momentarily drowning out the rising tide of amusement. "beomgyu," you said, trying to keep a straight face, "our cat is not our child."

beomgyu's smile faltered slightly. "cat?"

you burst out laughing, the tension dissolving. beomgyu, ever the endearingly dramatic soul, looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole.

"don't worry," you reassured him, wiping a tear from your eye. "just imagine the headlines tomorrow: 'txt's beomgyu secretly has a love child!' the internet will melt down."

beomgyu groaned, burying his face in a cushion. "this is why i shouldn't do interviews without my members."

the next few hours were a whirlwind of laughter, exasperation, and panicked scrolling through social media. the internet, as you predicted, had gone into meltdown mode. fan theories ranged from a secret marriage to a hidden child Beomgyu had somehow kept under wraps.

when things settled down, a new hashtag, "#BeomgyuIsADad," was trending worldwide. you and beomgyu, snuggled on the couch with a very confused-looking miso curled up between you, couldn't help but laugh.

as beomgyu sleepily mumbled apologies into your hair, you knew this was just another story to add to your collection of endearingly chaotic beomgyu memories.

© 2024 seoulzie

[maochira]

Ways of being a father. (Kengan dads & child!reader)

I wrote this almost a year ago, originally with Blue Lock characters assigned. But I thought a lot about assigning Kengan characters so here we go! The quotes are all translated from Alligatoah's song Nicht adoptiert. Also! The song may originally be about being born into a family and not being adopted, but reader can very much be seen as an adopted child in this if that's what you prefer!

gn!child!reader (reader is implied to be different ages in different parts)

If you're listening to this, you're alive, congratulations / I always knew you'd become more than a broken condom

Let's be honest, you weren't planned. Being a father initially wasn't part of his life plan, but then you happened. But he wouldn't replace you for anything in this world.

-Adam, Raian, Lihito, Kanoh, Ohma

Cause I don't believe in marriage you were born a bastard

-Ohma, Raian, Adam, Hatsumi

Sure, we love you, but there's a reason for that, kid / Nature arranges it like this so we won't kill you

Sometimes being a father can be frustrating and exhausting. But no matter how annoying you might get, his fatherly instinct always wins. In no way would he ever intentionally do harm to you.

-Ohma, Kanoh, Kazuo

It looks like you're family / Looks like it's just us now / We've got to get through it now, blood's thicker than beer / [Sorry, you ain't adopted]

-Adam, Kanoh, Hatsumi

I have no idea how to take care of children / But don't worry, I'll find a tutorial

He went into fatherhood completely without knowing what to expect. It all came a bit out of sudden for him, and he was too anxious to prepare himself properly. But when he held you in his arms for the first time, he knew he'd figure it out just fine.

-Lihito, Inaba

The good thing is, I don't even have to share any knowledge with you / You can just read the wiki entry

-Saw Paing, Lihito, Kanoh

I won't always be there for you, I have to party hard too / Did I say "party"? I mean "work"

Being a father doesn't mean that's the only part of his life now. He'll try to be there for you whenever possible, but there will be moments when he gets lost in other things.

-Saw Paing, Lihito, Sekibayashi

Joking aside, the ego-pig in me is happy that you are coming / Cause then I can play with Lego blocks

A part of him is still a child as well. And hey, being a father means he gets to play with toys again - that's something he can look forward to.

-Cosmo, Saw Paing, Inaba

Cause even though I'm putting effort and thinking about how / I can take the pressure off and still get you into bookstores / Something I do will lead to trauma, c'est la vie / I'll be the star of your psychotherapy, have fun

As careful as he is with you, he knows at some point he'll do something wrong. He's perfectly aware of how he won't always be the perfect father, but he's still trying his best.

-Raian, Kazuo, Wakatsuki, Suekichi

You're programmed for me, I'm programmed for you / Now we're sittin' here, I say now we're sittin' here / Sorry, you ain't adopted

He didn't choose to have you as his child, and you didn't choose him to have as your father. But still, you're perfectly made to be this role for each other.

-all of them.

You may not become president or student representative / Reality will throw your dreams in the chick shredder / I know what I'm talkin' about, life ain't no show

You won't achieve the greatest things in the world, and that's okay. You don't have to do that to make your father proud. He knows exactly what it's like to fail, and that's why he will always encourage you to reach your dreams, no matter how big or small they may be.

-Gaolang, Kazuo, Suekichi, Setsuna

You'll see my burdens, I've given them to you / If you think your genes are bad, they're Papa's genes / But you're my update, you can fix the bugs

You may not be a carbon copy of your father, but the similarities are undeniable - both the good and the bad.

-Ohma, Setsuna, Kanoh, Raian

In the beginning it's ambition like in a chess duel / You will emulate me until you outshine me / The balance of power is on my side - currently / But your chance is good, because Papa's withering parallel like a leaf

Being his child also means being his rival - in a fun way. If there's something to compete in, there will be playful competition. Board games, soccer in the backyard and running random races when you're just walking somewhere together - things like that.

-Raian, Koga, Saw Paing, Lihito

This has to come out now 'cause later I won't be the same / When you're around I'm sure I'll write some corny shit / No more tasteless jokes, no more Hitler comparisons

He was more of an immature person before, but he knows after your birth he has to become more serious as a father - at least that's what society expects from him.

-Lihito, Raian, Naoya

I stand in front of the mirror and see a caricature / But I train every day for my father figure / I practice "La-Le-Lu" on the keyboard / And I subject myself to a motherfucking radio censorship / And I learn all the movie clichés, after birth / You'll get a wristwatch with your name engraved on it

At first, knowing he'll be a father soon felt so unreal to him. But the closer the day gets, the more the realization sets in. But that realization makes him nervous, so he's putting extra effort into learning how to be the best father he can be. And even though he doesn't want to be "like the other dads", he finds himself following every cliché possible.

-Kazuo, Sekibayashi, Adam, Suekichi

Even though being strict clashes with my liberal nature / I'll pretend I'm interested in your Spanish exam

He doesn't care how much of a good or bad student you are, but he knows you'll have to pass school somehow. As much as he doesn't care about your grades, he pretends as if he does to keep you encouraged. But of course you'll get praise for your hard work when you get good grades.

-Ohma, Kazuo, Lihito

I'll be mad at you for every adolescent booze story / But don't be afraid of me just because I fuck your mother

-Raian, Lihito, Adam

I'm just an old cynic who writes frustration poems / But I swear I'll give it all to you till the end of my chapter

He'd do anything and everything for you. He will always make sure you feel safe and loved, no matter what age you're at. Even when you become an adult, he will always be your father and protect you as good as he can.

-all of them.

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[captainpricelover]

Spiderdilf

Peter b. Parker x f!reader

Word count - 2k

Warnings: Profanity, large age gap(18-39) infidelity. Smut!!! P in v sex. Slightly rough sex, Peter cheats on MJ with Mayday’s babysitter

Names used: Angel, Doll

You babysit part-time to help pay for tuition but also lashes and nails. I mean who isn’t a high-maintenance girly nowadays? This isn’t your first babysitting job but it is your hardest. The child you babysit, Mayday is very special she is basically Spiderman but that isn't the hardest part of this job, the hardest thing is probably the thing in her dad's pants every time he sees you.

You never thought you would spend 20 minutes attempting to get Mayday down safely from the ceiling, but here you are. The chair under you wobbles as you stretch your limbs trying to grab the ginger child.  Peter walks in, and the noise from the front door startles you, causing you to lose your balance. Mayday finally decides that she's bored of the ceiling and jumps down into your arms. All this causes you to lose your balance, you squeeze your eyes shut and tighten your grip on Mayday bracing for contact with a hardwood floor. But it never happens instead, you find yourself being carried bridal style by Peter.

“Don’t worry I got you, kiddo,” He smiles while squeezing your thigh before placing you down on the floor and taking Mayday from you. Peter’s hair is slightly messy, and the jacket from his suit is tossed over his shoulder while his tie hangs loose around his neck. 

“Where’s MJ?” You ask slightly tilting your head. 

“Work emergency,” He laughs “Taste of my own medicine I guess, I’m the one usually running off halfway through the date due to work,”

“Was your date still good?”

“The food was delicious, got some in a box in the car, you can snack on while I drive you home if you want to wait in the car. I'll be there in a few minutes,”

“I mean you paid me for a couple more hours so I don’t mind helping you put her to sleep and cleaning  with the uh-mess”

 The house was a state, Mayday’s toys are scattered everywhere, and her costumes completely cover the sofa, crayons on the walls and even the ceiling. It wasn’t a one-person job barely a two-person job but hopefully, you and Peter could make it work. 

“It's also partially my fault your house is like this, so I’ll feel guilty if you make me go now”

“Don’t blame yourself, Mayday is a handful. The number of babysitters who quit within the first few minutes”

“Minutes?” You laugh

“Sometimes its seconds, Mayday is pretty picky but she seems to like you,”

Neither of you has noticed the fact that she's fast asleep in Peter’s arms but when you do your conversation stops, slowly down both of your movements making sure not to make any noise that would wake Mayday up. Peters nods his head, signalling that he's off upstairs. You smile before heading over to the lounge as you begin picking up Maydays toys and putting them in a basket. A few minutes pass before you hear Peter walking down the stairs but he doesn’t come into the lounge instead you hear the front door open. Shit. There's probably a spider-man related emergency, you carry on cleaning but are surprised when Peter comes back through the front door, carrying his leftovers in a white plastic bag

“You hungry?” He smiles slightly lifting the plastic higher into the air

“A little,” To be honest you were staved looking after Mayday drains all the energy out of you.

Peter puts the food in the microwave before pushing some newspapers and files into a pile, clearing a space for you to sit on his island. You happily sit on one of the stools as the microwaves bing. He takes the food before sitting on the stool next to yours, placing the food in between the both of you. You admire the domesticity of the scene, you never had a man cook for you before (Microwaving food is 100% what Peter considers cooking) There's always been a feeling of admiration for Peter, but seeing him now and being alone in his presence, you’re starting to believe you might have some actual feelings for him. 

“So, you got a boyfriend?” Peter asks trying to make small talk 

“Uh- no I don’t” You take a bite of leftover steak

“Good,” 

“Good?”

“I-I mean,” He stutters for a few seconds “It's good because I would feel guilty for keeping you here when you could be spending time with him as well. Any reason don’t you have?”

“I guess I’ve never met the right, all the guys at my school are right dickheads,” He cocks an eyebrow “What? I bet you were the same in school?”

“Oh god no I was a right nerd in high school. I would never even talk to a girl as pretty as you, let alone be mean to one,” He laughs and you join in

“I could never see you being a nerd with the whole Spiderman shebang and the whole dilf thing you got going on” 

“Dilf?”

“You don’t know what a dilf is?” 

“I know what a milf is, so I’m going to guess it has a similar meaning.

You carry on the small talk while you both finish the leftovers. He entertains you with stories about him taking down villains and you get him up to date with all the latest school drama. The rest of the chores are split up between the two of you. Peter’s job is to clean the drawing on the ceiling. A job that's impossible for you since you lack any superpowers. You end up washing the dishes. The conversation between the two of you has died down so you put in some AirPods and listen to music. While scrubbing some stubborn stain you feel a pair of rough hands latch on to you, it's Peter. He gently guides you to the side so he can access the cupboard under the sink. His touch sends an eclectic shock through your entire body, especially to your lower abdomen where you can already feel pressure starting to form. You take out one pod and look up at Peter

“Sorry, didn’t want to disturb you listening to your tunes” He laughs his hands still on your hips

“Oh no, it's fine. You just startled me,”

“Are you tense? It seems that I’m always scaring you. Something on your mind? I’m always here if you need to talk, angel,”

Your heart skips a head at the new nickname he has given you, you stutter out some appreciative nonsense before he lets go of your hips, and your body craves his touch. It was only a small dose but now your already addicted. He squats down and grabs some supplies before shooting a web at the ceiling and launching himself at it to continue cleaning.

Half an hour passes and the house is completely spotless. No evidence of Mayday’s wild escapades is left. Peters decides to head inside the panty to grab a sweet treat to congratulate him on a job well done. You follow him. The pressure inside your lower abdomen has gotten stronger over time instead of going away, so you are most likely blinded by lust when you decide to ask him

“Did you really mean it when you said I was pretty?” You question while leaning against the frame of the entrance to the pantry 

“Of course, I did, your gorgeous,” He smiles as a million impure thoughts appear in his mind “But you’re too young for me angel,” He sighs but before you could feel any sense of rejection his lips crash into yours. His hand attached itself to your hair at the crown of your head while the other one finds its way up your baby tee and being to fondle your breast. He pushes you against the wall, deepening the kiss but as quickly as he begins kissing you he ends it.

“Oh god angel, shit I’m so sorry,” He apologised as he let go of your hair “I don’t know what came over me. I-”

 He is about to remove his hand from your breast when you interrupt him 

“I liked it,” You smile 

This time, its Peter who is shocked

“I want you Peter,” You confess and it sets this man off like a bomb. His hands are back on your body exploring every crevice he can over your clothes. You return the favour as you begin fiddling with his belt, it takes a few seconds but you finally undo the belt and his zipper. Before you could pull his bulge out of his boxers he start humping himself against your hand

“Fuck angel you are so perfect!” He whispers in your ear 

He pulls frantically at your pair of denim shorts, desperately attempting to get them off. It takes a few tugs before he figures out he needed to undo the button but when he does your shorts are off in one quick movement. His middle and index fingers quickly find themselves inside your panties as Peters uses his digits to explore your folds.

“Fuck me, doll. How are you this wet, I have barely even touched you”

You manage to help his cock escape its confinement you were shocked at the size. How was he hiding this thing under his Spider-Man suit? Before you could ask him the question yourself, he's picked you up. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as his fingers dig into your thighs. 

“Are you sure that you want this?”  He asks as he lines up his tip with your entrance. You nod.

“Words, darling.”

“Please, Peter!” You practically beg 

With that, he does a singular powerful thrust into you making sure that his entire shaft entire you on the first time. After a few seconds to make sure that you’ve adjusted to his size he begins to thrust at a fast pace. Your brain is scrambled all you can let out is a set of incoherent moans. 

He moves one of his arms to the small of your back to make sure you are steady as his lips meet yours again and you start a hungry kiss. His lips interlock yours perfectly, he's a pro at this which makes up for your lack of experience. 

Each of his thrusts is more powerful than the last. This man is fucking you like there's no tomorrow. He's needy too which makes you wonder about his current bedroom life. I mean if you were MJ you would never leave your martial bed. He lifts you up slightly which changes the game completely as every time his cock enters and leaves, he hits your g spot. You wrap one of your arms around his neck for extra support as you use the other to rub your clit.

 After a few minutes of thrusting, you are close to reaching your orgasm, Peter knows this. His spider senses are going crazy. He slows down his movements, making sure to drag out the amount of time his cock spends touching your g-spots with drives you over the edge. You cum almost instantly after he does this. Your walls clench around him getting him closer to reaching his high when the front door opens, It's MJ. Shit! 

Peter tightens his hold on you as he ploughs into you with a god-like speed trying to finally get his release. He moves one of his hands over your mouth attempting to quiet down your moans so that MJ won't hear. You listen closely as you hear her taking off her shoes. His movements are rougher. She enters the lounge and Peter finally cum, moving the hand which was located on the small of your back to the crown on your head as he sets you on the ground. He pets your hair gently as he gives you a quick peck before pulling his pants up and going to greet/distract his wife, giving you enough time to make yourself look presentable and to pretend to be preoccupied with something.

[pedrospatch]

the road ahead l preview (j. miller series)

a/n📝 in honor of hitting 4k followers this weekend, I decided to post a little glimpse at what I have been brainstorming: a full length series for the to do the right thing universe. I have been toying around with this idea for a while now and to be honest, I am really terrified taking on such a big challenge and writing this story, but also kind of excited too? part of me feels like I’m going to be in waaaay over my head but oh well lmao.

the first chapter is still a draft, but this scene is complete. what do we think? should i do it? please let me know your thoughts!

“Frank?” You knelt in front of his wheelchair and placed a gentle hand on his knee. “What is it?”

“We need you to take Gracie with you,” Frank told you, softly. His blue eyes had gone red, brimming with tears that he was trying his absolute hardest to hold back. Behind him, Bill stood there with his hand on his partner’s shoulder and you could have sworn that he was fighting back tears too.

“What?” You and Joel hissed out in unison. While you couldn’t see him, you could imagine the look of shock on his face mirrored yours as well.

“We need you to take her with you,” he repeated.

You stared up at Frank, your eyes wide in pure and utter disbelief. “What are you talking about?”

“Whatever this illness is, it’s progressing fast, way too fast. Look at me. The last time you were here, I could still walk. That was what, just a few months ago?” Frank let out a small and humorless chuckle and shook his head. “I’m getting worse with every day that passes. I can’t do anything for myself, let alone for Gracie. I’m in the most excruciating and unbearable pain and the reality is that I don’t have all that much time left.” He paused, hesitating for a moment before saying, “If I’m going to die, then I’m going to die in peace, not in agony.”

Your heart sank deeply, realizing what he’d meant by that.

“What about Bill?”

Joel’s gruff voice came from behind you, strained and tight.

“He can’t raise her alone. And besides, he’s made his choice to go with me.” Frank put his hand over his beloved partner’s hand, which was still resting on his shoulder.

You glanced over your shoulder back at Joel, who just stood there, the color drained from his face.

“How could we put her through that?” You asked, your voice thick with emotion as you turned back to look at Frank. “Don’t you realize how dangerous it will be for her to go with us?”

“She’s right. We’re goin’ across the fuckin’ country to get Ellie where she needs to be,” Joel reminded them. “We don’t know what kinda shit is out there or what we’re goin’ to run into. So how the fuck do you two expect us to take along a fuckin’ child?”

“Ellie’s a child,” Bill pointed out to him.

“She’s fuckin’ fourteen, not three—”

Frank held up a hand to stop him.

Finally, a tear slid down the side of his face. “Look, this isn’t a choice that we want to make, Joel. But let’s face it. I’m sick and Bill is old. Gracie will wind up alone.” He swallowed harshly, his eyes meeting yours. “I know you just wanted her to be safe, and sure, maybe she was safer with us here than in the zone for a while, but I don’t think that we thought this all the way through. I don’t think we looked far enough into the future. At some point, Gracie was going to lose us both.”

You turned and looked into the living room where Gracie was showing Ellie her favorite teddy bear.

“What’s his name?” Ellie had asked her.

“Teddy.”

She snorted, ruffling her hair. “Real original, kid.”

Gracie giggled, playfully swatting her hand away.

“I know she loses either way.” Frank’s hoarse voice garnered your attention once again. “I know it’s an incredibly dangerous risk, taking her with you. But it’s either that or she winds up alone.”

“We took care of her for as long as we could,” Bill said, quietly. “Now it’s your turn.”

[stawpny]

Gov, after New York said something completely out of pocket: I sometimes wonder what goes on in your head. It keeps me up at night.

New York: I don’t like that you think about that.

(pause)

New York, again: I don’t like that you think about me.

—

(1950’s)

Massachusetts: No, York, you can’t do that, fucking dumbass

New York, really quickly: onlyredbloodedcommunistssaywhat

Massachusetts, puzzled: what?

New York: HE’S A COMMUNIST!! HIM!

—

Random Person: I can show you a magic trick!

Massachusetts: Really? Show me.

Random Person: Is this your card?

Massachusetts, horrified and frantically pointing at the person: WITCH!! WITCH!

—

Young New Jersey: Well, York’s got a bad case of “stupid disease” that unfortunately gets worse as the days go on.

Pennsylvania, almost losing it: What?

Young New York: Stop telling everyone I’m stupid! I am not stupid-

Young New York: OHMYGODAKITTY!!

Young New Jersey, overdramatic : What did I say? It’s so hard to see such a young child suffer.

—

Gov: Tell me truthfully, how old do I look?

California, a people pleaser: You look not a day older than 24!

Texas, an honest soul: Around 32-ish?

Florida, the one who’s whole purpose is to flex his age: You look like you’re 10 to me.

Louisiana, who is too drunk to say anything relatively normal: Uh.. 53! Yeah!

New York, too tired to care: You look fine. Can we get back to the meeting now?

—

New York, boasting about his height: You wouldn’t believe what it’s like to live with these short fuckers.

New York: I mean just look at them!

New York: It’s like im Snow White with the.. *counting* 9, sometimes 10, little dwarves. And they’re all the grumpy one!

New York, arguing: You about the same size of one of “Santa’s Little Helper” yet you don’t even help the fatass!

New York, still: You fucking elves. Go make toys or something.

—

credits: me!!

I’ve been thinking abt these for a while

sorry they’re very NY-centric 😿

oh yeah I’m alive btw

[bts-hyperfixation]

Can you please write a BTS reaction? They went out on a friendly dinner with their crush (it's friendly for their crush, not for them<3), but their crush had to babysit her nephew or niece (1-2 years old). So she brings them with her. How do you think they will react if they see her being all motherly and patient towards the babies?

BTS and babies are too cute and I am at the wrong point in my hormone cycle to be writing about this...

Please send me asks to keep me motivated while I’m off work! Thirsty thoughts, Most likely to, reactions, life updates, and general gibberish welcomed!!

Namjoon

Completely and irrevocably enamoured with this small child and the way you are interacting with them. Honestly thought he couldn't love you any more than he already did and now he kinda just wants to bash his head off the table in hopes that the stupid part of his brain that won't let him confess will go away. This is a man who had thought he had written off having kids when the world fell apart a couple years ago but now he is sure he is ovulating like a woman.

Seokjin

Jin was a little annoyed at the prospect of babysitting because he likes to be the centre of attention, especially your attention. But he quickly finds that annoyance melting when the baby starts babbling and you start cooing back and now he kinda just wants you to talk to him like that. 

Yoongi

Keeps having flashes of an apartment littered with baby toys and you sitting at the kitchen table feeding a baby that looks suspiciously like a mix of the two of you. Whenever you are preoccupied by the baby his mind wanders away to this fictitious apartment filled with your laughter. He spends a lot of time just watching you interact with the baby. You have to call him to snap back into the conversation more than once. 

Hoseok

Spends more time making faces at the baby than he does looking at you to be honest. He insists you go to places that are kid-friendly. He is not particularly swayed by how great you are with children, he knew you would be, this isn't new information.

Jimin

Not overly fussed about the baby honestly, he wanted to talk to you because you don't have a lot of time together as it is but now you're distracted. Don't get me wrong, he thinks the baby is cute and he loves how caring you are, it's one of the reasons he loves you. Doesn't mean he isn't frustrated and a little pouty about this turn of events.

Taehyung

Has immediately taken the baby out of your arms, he doesn't see how you interact with them, he is too busy tickling and feeding them himself. You get to watch him play dad/uncle instead (He would be lying if he hadn't thought that it might sway your feelings to be a little more romantic for him). Mostly he is just enjoying the baby's company. 

Jungkook

 No, he isn't jealous of a baby... Well maybe a little bit but you can't blame him. He gets a little pouty to start with but when you excuse yourself to the bathroom and ask him to look after the baby, you come back to find him holding baby above his head and giggling. His nose is all scrunched up and he is smiling so wide that he will never beat those cutie patootie allegations. He spends the rest of the meal sighing dreamily as he watches you take care of the baby.

My ovaries nearly exploded picturing Jungkook playing with a baby, especially watching his arms flex as he lifted the baby and his tattoos and his little nose scrunch and... yeah... so thanks for that.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART 5.5)

one — two — three — four — five — 5.5

notes: since there’s no game until tomorrow, i just wanted to do a little filler piece! if you remember from part two, Y/N wanted a cat…

y/ndevils00

liked by lhughes_06, dawson1417, and 22,474 others

y/ndevils00 everyone say hello to LSH! she’s the newest addition to the Hughes-Y/L/N household!

tagged jackhughes

jackhughes i can’t believe i was talked into this

y/ndevils00 thank you for saying yes <3

y/ndevils00 i love you pretty boy

jackhughes i love you too baby

dawson1417 BRING HER TO THE RINK

y/ndevils00 i’d like to see Lindy try and stop me

lhughes_06 LSH?

y/ndevils00 Lil’ Satan Hughes <3

lhughes_06 does her name reflect her actions?

y/ndevils00 she’s actually a tiny angel

_quinnhughes you bringing her to the lake house this summer?

y/ndevils00 where else would she be while i’m there quinny? the zoo?

_quinnhughes i think you forget you’re not talking to trevor

y/ndevils00 i apologize, huggy bear. the sarcasm was unneeded and that’s completely on me.

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 YOU’RE NICE TO HIM?!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras of course, i am! i love Quinnjamin!

user74 omg she’s so cute 🥹

trevorzegras aww she’s named after you

y/ndevils00 first of all, how dare you?

y/ndevils00 second, HOW DARE YOU?!

john.marino97 so was timo successful in completing your demands?

y/ndevils00 he was! the odds were indeed in his favor

tmeier96 i almost offered to pay him to say yes

jackhughes I COULD’VE GOTTEN PAID?!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes sure, but now you get to know you said yes out of the kindness of your heart and the love you have for me <3

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 nah, fuck that, i could’ve gotten paid!

y/ndevils00 update: LSH will be changing her last name! looking for a new cat dad!

nicohischier i volunteer! i’d love a cat!

y/ndevils00 @/nicohischier GREAT! she comes with a litter box, collar, food, toys, and a y/n!

jackhughes @/nicohischier back off captain. i put in the work to get my y/n and i intend to keep her!

user60 “my y/n” BRB CRYING 😭

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you need to be a more loving father to our child then

jackhughes she’s a cat

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes she’s our flesh and blood and you’ll act like it!

dougieham aww she’s so cute! but i’m more focused on the pink and floral blanket… don’t you and jack share a bed?

y/ndevils00 how could you ever say that? i’m offended! i am a holy woman and would never sleep in the same bed before marriage!

jackhughes yeah, she remade the bed while i was in the shower and hid all the other blankets

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes why must you always be honest? i promise lying is fun

elblue6 aww she’s so cute! we can’t wait to meet her!

y/ndevils00 hopefully soon!! miss you El!

[kywaslost]

I’m Proud of You - Aizawa

A/N: I love this idea <3 I hope it turned out alright. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, but I’m so happy things are better for you now. I’m proud of you <333 I’m sorry this feels rushed, I’m trying to write while I still have the energy to do so. It’s been a very rough past few weeks for me.

You were at the top of your class. You turned in every assignment on time, aced all of your exams, and took time outside of school to tutor your classmates. Aizawa saw how hard you were working, so it shocked him when he saw how your grades began to drop all of a sudden.

Your behavior in class was different, too. Your uniform wasn’t as neat as it usually was, and you weren’t putting as much effort into your appearance as you used to. It was common this time of year, when students began to sleep more than put effort into their appearance. But then you began turning in your assignments days later then they were due. Your test grades were decreasing, and sometimes your tests weren’t even completed. Aizawa was growing worried, and when your grades were considered failing he was sent to your home to speak with you and your parents.

It was a Friday night, and Aizawa was hoping your family would be home. He was dressed professionally in a black suit, hair tied back out of his eyes as he drove to your home. Upon arriving, he took a deep breath and knocked on your front door. He could hear loud voices coming from behind the door, and footsteps rushing towards it.

“(brother’s name), go get your sister, dinner is almost ready,” he could hear your voice faintly. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Then the door cracked open.

You looked like a mess, in Aizawa’s opinion. Your hair was messily tied back and you were changed out of your school uniform. Except the clothes you were wearing looked as disheveled as your hair. To be honest, you looked like you had just had the fight of your life.

Your e/c eyes widened in shock at the sight of your homeroom teacher. “Mr. Aizawa, hi,” you hesitated. “How can I help you?”

A loud shout erupted from deeper in the house and you flinched, averting your gaze from the man in front of you. Aizawa’s eyebrows rose with curiosity. “Hello, Y/N. I was hoping to speak to you and your parents?”

You looked timid as you glanced over your shoulder. “Now isn’t a good-”

“Y/N!” a small voice yelled as a child ran up to you, tugging on the back of your shirt. “Something’s burning!”

You let out a worried sigh, quickly glancing at your teacher as you turned, picked up your younger brother, and quickly walked into the house. “Sorry, eraser, come in. Just give me a moment.”

Aizawa followed you into the kitchen, watching as you quickly turned off the stove and oven, quickly throwing on an oven mitt and pulling a tray of garlic bread out of the oven. You set the tray down, then your brother. You quickly pulled out two bowls, filling them with spaghetti and bread, then handed them to your brother. “You and (sister’s name) can eat in your rooms. Be quiet, ok? We have company.” Your brother nodded with a wide smile as he ran back deeper into the house.

You huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter and hung your head low. “I’m sorry, Mr. Aizawa. We weren’t expecting anyone.”

Aizawa scanned the area around him. Children’s toys littered the floor, and he recognized your textbooks resting beside the toys. Dirty dishes piled in the sink, and he could still hear bickering from down the hall. “I tried calling your parents but no one answered.”

You glanced up at him. “Yeah, they aren’t known to answer their phones when it comes to school stuff.” You took a moment to collect your thoughts. “Why are you here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’ve come to talk about your grades,” Aizawa started, but was interrupted by a crash coming from deeper in the house. Your father came storming down the hall, screaming at the top of his lungs as he grabbed his keys and stormed out the door, not sparing you or your teacher a single glance.

Your eyes brimmed with tears of shame. “I’m so sorry, eraser. I’m trying, I promise.”

Aizawa stepped closer, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I can tell, Y/N. Mid telling me what’s going on?”

You sniffed, wiped at your eyes. “My parents fight a lot, leaving me to take care of things around the house and making sure my siblings get their homework done. I didn’t want to say anything…”

“Can you elaborate?” Aizawa gently guided you to sit at a bar stool beside him. “I’d like to know how to help you.”

You shook your head. “I can handle it on my own. It’s not that hard, I promise.” You smiled slightly as you looked over to your siblings’ school work sitting on the kitchen table. “I help them with their homework as soon as I get home, and then they play while I pick them up around the house.” Then you glanced at the kitchen. “Then I make dinner. Once that’s over I help them get in and out of the shower and settle them into bed.”

“And your parents don’t help?” Aizawa’s eyes softened slightly. “At all?”

You shrugged, looking away. “Not really. I mean, they used to, but now they’ve been fighting a lot, so I’ve been taking care of the kids.” You took a deep breath. “I’m sorry about my grades. I’m really trying, Mr. Aizawa. I just can’t get to my schoolwork until late, once I’ve made sure the kids are asleep and mom and dad or alright. But most of the time I fall asleep, and then I wake up late.”

This was a lot to process for the hero beside you. He was trying to think of ways to help you. He could see clearer now, how hard you were working to not only take care of yourself, but also your younger brother and sister. “I’m going to try my hardest to help you,” he promised after a moment of silence. “I can extend your due dates, and never hesitate to ask for help before exams.” He ruffled your hair softly. “But you’re safe here?”

You nodded, glossy eyes meeting Aizawa’s soft black gaze. “Yeah, we are. We’re safe here.”

Aizawa nodded back, retreating his hand from your hair. “I’m going to speak to your other teachers. They need to know about this.” Eraser pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket, as well as a pen, and scribbled on the paper. He slid it over to you. “Here’s my number, in case you no longer feel safe here, or if you just need help taking care of your siblings.”

He stood to leave, and left you with one last thing to think about. “You’re going to make an excellent hero some day, Y/N. Take this as extra training for dealing with children while on the job.”

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

One of my favorite subtle details between Zuko and Azula is how Azula almost has this sense of ownership over Zuko.

Azula yearns for love and control and she sees them as reliant on each other, all mixed with the use of fear to enact control and to manipulate love. Azula wants Mai and Ty Lee to fear her because in her mind, having them fear her gives her control over them—in turn, she can manipulate them into loving her.

It genuinely feels like that's what she longs for with Zuko. She so deeply craves affection because her father withholds it and her mother and uncle both clearly favoured her brother.

So she tries to control Zuko. She frightens him. Deceives him. Isolates him. Manipulates him.

Yes, it's out of envy. There's malice to it. And of course, because it earns her favour with her father. But no one can tell me otherwise that she does all that so that she can keep Zuko to herself.

I think, in some twisted way, she pushes for Mai and Zuko's romance because it allows her to keep them both close. Her brother and her friend; a way for her to exert control over them. It's like she's playing dolls (ironic, given she destroyed Iroh's gift) and her favorite plaything is Zuko. Like a child who doesn't understand how to show care for their beloved toy, Azula abuses Zuko because she loves playing with him the most. I could even go as far as to say she projects her feelings for Zuko onto her. Using her friend to express the love she herself can never show to her brother.

Every act Azula does screams this need for control and affection, and the one she targets the most is Zuko. She loves him, but because Ozai only shows attention to Azula is by manipulating her, she in turn does it to possibly the one person she truly, utterly loves.

The fact that Azula's VA clearly supported it, and Zuko's VA was familiar enough to at least joke about it with her just hammers home how visible Zuko and Azula's chemistry were.

Her clear obsession with being the only one to humiliate, dethrone, and/or kill Zuko. The way she goes soft only around Zuko, even if it is still to further her machinations. In the midst of her breakdown, where she no longer had the bandwidth to tell another lie, she still thought of at least putting Zuko under the care of a physician.

20 years I was just a child and even then I could recognize with such clarity that Zuko was the singular object of Azula's honest affections.

Like, yeah she was clamoring for Ozai and Ursa's love. She wanted the throne, but mostly because it represented in her mind Ozai's "fatherly love". She believes herself above both Mai and Ty Lee, yet craves for them to be her equals. To be her friends. And then, Zuko.

Dumb-dumb. Zuzu. Begging for him to play with her. Dragging him around the palace. Why would she care about an Earth Kingdom Doll when her favorite toy is right there? Always searching him out. Always having enough time and energy to humor him and talk to him and even listen to him.

She takes Ty Lee's advice at Ember Island, but it's Zuko that she always has time to lend an ear to. Even if it's just to torment him with word games and machiavellian tactics. She doesn't hate or love anyone as much as she does Zuko.

And Zuko dreams of her. Fears her. Envies her. Hates her. Loves her. In a truly twisted way, they complete each other.

In another timeline, Nickelodeon studios burned down after Zucest canon controversy destroyed their reputation, but at least in that timeline we got the most fucked up ship in reality and I think that universe is worth living in.

(Anyway may I ask if we could become mutuals so I can shout and have someone scream at me about Zucest? No worries if the answer is no!)

Okay, anon, who gave you permission to not only look into my mind to see my 3am rambles about Zucest, but to also post them? Rude XD

For real, the thought of Azula being possessive of Zuko and seeing him kind of like her little plaything gives me life. I love them being obsessive, deranged, and codependent with each other. It makes me as happy as them being all soft and apologetic.

And I love, love, love how you described Zuko's weird affection/resentment for her too. It reminded me of this silly meme I mad a while back:

And of course we can be mutuals, I'm always eager to talk about my favorite ship. And you can send all the zucest stuff to my main @hello-nichya-here

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Young, supple, innocent, everything corrupt older man would love. Anyone corrupt to be honest...

One night I come cry to the church building unable to turn to anyone but the lord. I seek comfort in the older priest an imposing figure, but in the way a father may be to a child, or some I thought.

As I recall the betrayal I experienced at the hands of my cheating boyfriend, I can't help but noticed a glimmer of something in his head eyes, hope, excitement? I do not dwell on it, but perhaps I shouldn't have.

He invites me out, to a private place for a private session, it's a cottage on the outskirts of town, his home. A quaint little place, warm, welcome, I had my guard down as he wanted... After a cup of tea, I feel unwell, so I lie down and as I'm falling asleep, I hear an exited finally.

When i wake up I'm nude and all the doors and windows are locked. I start to cry but a sharp voice tells me to save my tears for my breeding. Father sits in the place I had just been with a manic look in his eyes. He confesses, how he has been pray for this for me. How the day he saw. me in town one day he has been obsessed. That he deliberately ruined my life.

Isolated me from famuamd friends having my boyfriend cheat while luring me to the church, that way kidnapping me would be way easier. Now he can fulfill his desire to use me.

I screamed, I try to run but I cannot go anywhere. He grabs me by the hair and drags me to the sofa, talking about how I should be greatful a man of his status would show interest. Something is stuffed in my mouth before he slaps me round the face, saying I'll learn to.lime it here.

The first time was painful, his cock was so big, so angry. He fucked me like a toy use, battered and bruisedy poor cunny. he marked me, came in me, on me, left bruises so big and dark it would take weeks for them to heal. But what scared me more was how hard I came, how load I moaned, how my protests turned into begs.

It took a while to "break me in" he claimed that he was new to this. But every night without fail, my holes would be reamed for all their worth. He got better, i got more complacent, more willing to indulge him.

I was not allowed clothes, except for a large jumper to keep me warm, he had access to all of me. He would read the bible while fondling my holes. Eact dinner with his cock down my throat. Enjoy a glass of wine or my juices, forcing me to cum around his first.

A year had passed before he made good on his word. He had left the church a s to celebrate he would fill me with more of his seed than any man could dream. I spent the whole season face down ass up with a hole messier than a mud pit as he chanted for my fertile womb to be with child. And unholy praying that had me in constant delirium.

Six weeks of this, six weeks of this blasphemous mating and I was with child, my old life completely forgotten...

🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇.

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Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary: After the war's over, the house of Targaryen is at peace once again. 

A/N: This story does not follow the events of the books or the series. 

Aemond groaned at his father, how he wished for Aegon to be back so he could keep taking the blame and be the bad child.

With Aegon gone for the last year, Aemond was now on the chopping board. 

After the war, Aegon flew away quicker than any of the losers. Aemond always knew his brother never wanted to rule, but this in his eye was an overreaction. No one expected Aegon to be back ever again.

Until one day.

News of Sunfyre landing spread like wild fire.

Alicent, Aemond and Helaena all rushed to see if the news were true.

They watched as the golden dragon left, leaving two people behind.

Everyone immediately noticed that the Aegon who dismounted this dragon was definitely not the one who left.

As if a changed man, Aegon stood in front of his family. His back straight, his hair kept, face smooth and on his arm, a lady.

If it wasn't for his recognizeable features and hair, his family wouldn't have recognized him.

Everyone's attention was now on the lady by his side. 

She was breathtaking, her dress complimented her skin tone perfectly, her hair flew as the wind blew it and she had a smile on. Such a kind smile. 

Everyone watched as she moved towards them.

"My Darling, this is my family, Mother, Sister and Brother." spoke Aegon but everyone seemed frozen into one place. They watched her bow slightly before once again standing straight. "My family, I would like for you to meet my wife, Y/N."

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

"Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. From the House of Y/L/N. I told Aegon that we should have sent word of our arrival." You looked at your husband, worried that no one spoke but all he did was smile at you.

You felt uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, did you say, wife?" his mother finally asked Aegon.

"Correct, we got married... five months ago. Lady Y/N took me off my feet. Made me into an honest man."

"It has been four months since our wedding, but the rest is correct."

Disbelief. You could feel it in the air but the proof was right in front of them.

Aegon, the second of his name, was standing right in front of them, someone they never expected to see and yet, here he was. With a lady by his side and if Alicent was honest with herself, she barely recognized her own son. 

"Shall we?" asked Aegon as he guided her to the palace. 

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"So, this is your room?"

"It is exactly as I left it." he smiled, trying not to think too much of the bad memories. 

You turned to him, raising a brow as you pointed at one of his... toys.

"Oh, that... that is..."

"Something you can never use on me. I don't know where it has been or even if it was washed." you nearly gagged.

"My Love, you don't have to be so prude. We have done our fair share of... experiments."

"Get new ones then." you said as you moved towards the window. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do?"

"I'm not sure. But what you said is true. I cannot hide from who I am. I cannot run to the other side of the world because I never want to rule. You changed me, My Love."

"I pride myself on that. You looked like a homeless person when I first met you, never imagined you would be a prince." Aegon laughed at the memory as you joined him on his bed, sitting next to him allowing his hands to take yours.

"I looked and smelled like a homeless person and yet, your kind soul helped me. I never wanted to marry anyone, and yet there I was merely months later, getting wed to you and I couldn't be happier."

"Why are you reminiscing on the past? We should be focusing on the future. This is the perfect place to start the new life we wanted."

"Oh, how I love you Y/N." his eyes were shining, he couldn't be happier he swore. "Do you love me?"

"I do, Targaryen or not, prince or homeless, my heart belongs to you."

You were the first person to show him love. 

True love.

You found him, barely alive, drowning in his own vomit and yet, you helped him, housed him, nursed him and fell in love with him. Even when your father warned you, you stayed by his side. Not only that but you married him, Aegon is still shocked that your father allowed your marriage, but he was convinced he saw the Targaryen name not Aegon himself. But he couldn't care less. 

"Why would you want to go back?" you asked exactly a month ago when Aegon brought up the topic of moving back to his old home. "I know I said you cannot run from who you are but I didn't mean for you to-"

"I want to go back and prove them all wrong. Prove it to them that I can be King and I can be a good one. I was afraid before but having you now, I know I can do it."

You nodded, knowing Aegon was stubborn as a mule. 

"Then I shall follow my husband wherever he goes." you smiled as did he.

Aegon had you now. 

You still looked around his room as women came to clean everything, and change the bedding. You found it interesting how his old room was so much like him.

He guided you around the palace, showing you everything, pointing out the things that have changed before he stood in front of his father.

The Iron throne is something you only heard in stories before. And the man sitting on it. Barely a man anymore. He didn't have much time, it was clear to you.

"Father, this is my wife Y/N." another introduction to another member of Aegon's family. 

The man in front of you, clearly responsible for the pain his son went through and you could barely pretend to be kind. But you knew you had to. You felt your husband’s hand tighten around yours as you bowed to the kind. 

Aegon had you now, and soon he will take the throne.

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