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COCKY âââ QUINN HUGHES
request: "omg could you pls do quinn hughes + couple tiktok trends <3"
The living room is flooded with the soft glow of the TV, casting a cozy haze over the slightly cluttered space. Quinn is sprawled out on the couch, hoodie half-zipped, and socks mismatched, scrolling through his phone with the kind of focus he usually reserves for hockey tape jobs. Youâre sitting cross-legged on the floor, phone propped up on the coffee table, the TikTok app open and taunting you with its endless rabbit hole of trends.
It started as a jokeâsomething to pass the time while Quinnâs team was on a rare break. But it didnât take long for you to realize that getting him to participate in TikTok couple trends was way too easy. Heâd say no at first, always the picture of stoic reluctance, but then youâd bat your eyes, tilt your head just enough, and heâd sigh in defeat like clockwork. âFine, but only one,â heâd always mutter, knowing full well he was about to film at least five.
Tonight, though, youâve got something special in mind. Youâve seen the trend a dozen times: girlfriends quizzing their boyfriends on things theyâre almost guaranteed to get hilariously wrong, but reacting like theyâve just unlocked the secrets of the universe. The best part? Quinnâs sweet spot is his competitivenessâhe genuinely likes being good at things. Even if those things are, well, completely unrelated to reality.
âBabe,â you call, dragging out the word as you wiggle your way onto the couch beside him.
He glances up, suspicion already brewing in his eyes. âWhat?â
âYou trust me, right?â
âThatâs a dangerous question.â
âCâmon, itâs just a quick TikTok. Super easy.â
He squints at you, leaning back into the cushions. âYou said that last time, and then you made me guess your favorite color while holding an egg. What was the point of the egg?â
âNone, but it was hilarious. Donât act like you didnât enjoy it.â You grab his hand and tug him upright. âThis oneâs even easier, I promise. All you have to do is guess what things mean.â
âLike trivia?â He perks up slightly, his competitive streak flickering to life.
âExactly,â you say, biting back a grin. Oh, this is going to be so good.
Quinn sits cross-legged on the couch now, facing you with his arms loosely folded over his chest, his expression a mix of cautious interest and the tiniest sliver of smug confidence. You set the phone up on the coffee table, adjusting the angle until the two of you are perfectly framed. He leans in to inspect it, pointing at the screen.
âWait, is this live?â he asks, eyebrows shooting up.
âNo, itâs a draft. Weâre not live. Relax,â you laugh, lightly swatting at his arm. âOkay, are you ready?â
âI was born ready,â he says with a mock-serious tone, earning an eye-roll from you. He smirks.
âAlright,â you begin, sitting up straighter, adopting your most serious, quizmaster tone. âFirst question: what is a pap smear?â
His brow furrows as he leans back, clearly thrown off by the question. He taps his fingers against his knee like heâs analyzing game footage. âPap smearâŚâ he repeats, drawing the words out as if they might reveal their meaning if he says them slowly enough. âItâs⌠a type of makeup? Like⌠winged liner or something?â
Your jaw drops in mock shock, and you let out a gasp that could win an Oscar. âOh my god, yes! Thatâs exactly it!â you exclaim, clapping your hands together.
His face lights up, the corners of his mouth quirking into a proud grin. âReally? I was just guessing.â
âQuinn, youâre so smart,â you gush, leaning closer like youâre genuinely in awe. âI donât know how you do it.â
He straightens up, his shoulders squaring. âWell, you know, I pay attention. I pick things up.â
You suppress a laugh and move on, scrolling to the next âquestionâ in your mental list. âOkay, next one. Whatâs the difference between toner and micellar water?â
âOh, easy,â he says immediately, waving a dismissive hand. âToner is for your hair, and micellar water is⌠like, for cooking. Like rice water or something.â
You press your lips together, eyes widening in faux amazement. âStop it right now. Thatâs⌠exactly right. Are you secretly a dermatologist or something?â
He runs a hand through his hair, his grin growing even wider. âNah, I just know stuff. Youâd be surprised how much I pick up from you.â
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, the way heâs sitting there all puffed up like he just nailed a final exam making it almost too much to handle. But youâre committed.
âOkay, okay, next oneâs a little harder,â you say, putting on a thoughtful expression. âWhatâs a menstrual cup?â
He pauses for a moment, his confidence faltering just a touch. âUhâŚâ His fingers drum against his thigh as he considers it. âLike⌠a trophy? For⌠womenâs sports?â
You gasp dramatically again, throwing your hands up like heâs just hit the jackpot. âYes! Oh my god, Quinn, youâre literally on fire right now. I didnât think youâd get that one.â
He lets out a laugh, shaking his head. âI mean, come on, youâre not giving me enough credit here. I know things.â
âYou really do,â you say earnestly, watching as he practically glows under the praise. Youâre pretty sure his ego has reached dangerous levels, but the sight of him so genuinely excitedâand so hilariously wrongâhas you biting back giggles.
âOkay, last one,â you say, holding up a finger. âWhat is⌠a cuticle pusher?â
His face twists in concentration. âA cuticle pusher⌠thatâs gotta be, like, a tiny rake? For gardening? Like⌠for plants in small pots or something?â
You slap your hands over your mouth, your eyes going wide with mock amazement. âOh. My. God. YES. How did you even know that? Did you take a secret gardening class or something?â
He throws his head back, laughing, clearly reveling in his perfect score. âI knew that one would get you. I told you, Iâm good at this stuff.â
You canât hold it in anymore and dissolve into laughter, leaning into his shoulder as he looks down at you, still grinning. âWhat?â he asks, a little suspicious now.
âNothing,â you manage between giggles, waving him off. âYouâre just⌠amazing, Quinn.â
He shakes his head, his expression softening. âYeah, yeah. Tell me something I donât know.â
You reach for the phone to stop recording, already knowing this TikTok is going to break the internet.
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hopeless romantic pedri trying his best to approach y/n but is afraid thinking sheâs into someone else
A Tu Vera â Pedri GonzĂĄlez.
Pairing: Pedri GonzĂĄlez x Fem!Reader
Summary: Heâs unsure about your feelings and struggles to interpret your actions, but your birthday gesture gives him the chance to hope that heâs wrong. That you do, in fact, like him.
Word Count: 1.10K+
Disclaimer/s â Nothing, itâs really just comfort, slight fluff?
A/N: So basically⌠I used the term approach as in like, he felt nervous to approach reader about the⌠situation? FUCK IDK I struggled horribly yet couldnât stop writing but whatever! ALSO. HIS BIRTHDAY HELLO. 22, bless the hell up! đđžđ¤
The day youâve been waiting for has finally come.
It was Pedriâs twenty-second birthday today. You had told him beforehand that you would stop by later on because he needed to stay and practice for his upcoming game tomorrow, and you didnât want to interrupt his time spent with his family.
Some time had passed when your phone buzzed with a message from him saying that he was, well, alone, so you could be on your way to him.
And you were! Your gift for him sat delicately on your passenger seat. Did you have to stop yourself from spending a lot on him? Yes! But this was Pedri; why wouldnât you go all out for him?
As you pull up, your eyebrows furrow in confusion when you see him standing on the porch, his gaze locking onto your car. You quickly get out and call out to him, âHello, why the hell are you outside?â
Now heâs looking at you as if youâve just asked the most stupidest question in the world. âYou were on your way. Of course Iâd be waiting outside.â He retorted, slowly making his way toward you.
âRight,â you smile and wrap your arms around him once youâre within reach. âHappy birthday!â
The man returns your hug almost immediately. He hums against you in appreciation, nestling his nose into the crook of your neck. The action easily causes your cheeks to flush ever-so-slightly.
âIâve got your gift in my car. Want to open now?â
âYeah,â he breathed, pulling away to his dismay.
Though his answer elicits a smile to spread across your lips⌠oh. He suddenly doesnât feel upset about having to break the hug so early anymore.
Grabbing his arm, you gently tug him with you as you quickly reach the car door. âOkay, first things first: unfortunately, I canât stay long. Secondly, feel free to let me know if you donât like whateverâs in here; I kept the receipt just in case!â
âDoubtful, but I got it,â he shrugged with a grin.
Sliding your hand under the bag, you lean forward to get a better grip on it. Then, you turn to face him, holding it out for him to take, and he does.
With the gift now in his arms, you walk side by side to the chairs he has already set up outside, due to his family coming over earlier. Once the two of you are seated, you turn towards him and motion for him to open it, but he just keeps his gaze fixed on your face. You feel sick. âGo on.â
Adjusting the bag on his lap, Pedri pries it open, a breathy laugh escaping his lips when he sees how overly decorated it is. He takes out the card first, about to open it when you speak, âYou can just read that later or something. Keep going, câmon!â
He smiles, removing the blue and red wrapping paper to reveal the blue Nike hoodie inside. âYou like hoodies, and you like the color blue, soâŚ!â
It was the simplest thing, yet it had him fighting the urge to overthink the entire situation. You were observant, he knew that. He needed to stop.
âThank you,â he says with a toothy-grin. âReally.â
âOf course. Thereâs one last thing at the bottom.â
The brunette lets out another laugh and removes more wrapping paper. His eyes widen slightly when he catches sight of the next gift, making you bite your bottom lip in nervous anticipation.
His gaze slowly trails up to lock with yours, and you tilt your head. âDo you like it? I noticed you were running low the other day, plus I knowââ
Pedri interjects, âI do, and I was. Itâsâthis is a lot.â
âDonât worry about that,â you assure. âNow you wonât have to worry about getting another one!â
The box suddenly feels heavy in his hands, the strip of the brand âPradaâ staring right at him. He nods slowly, âNo, I wonât. Thank you. Wow.â
âWow, huh? So, I take it you liked everything?â
Obviously, was he kidding? No, were you kidding?âReally? What gave you that idea? Yes, I loved it.â
With a chuckle, you nudge his foot with yours, eyes rolling in feigned annoyance, âHey, I can easily take it back. Tell me how your day was?â
âIt was good. I had a good practice, had a small dinner with my family, and now Iâm with you.â
Iâm with you? What? He couldâve cursed under his breath if you werenât right here. He knew he shouldnât have said that. If he thought it sounded weird, you probably thought it was even worse.
Heâs quick to take it back, âI didnâtâIâm sorry.â
âWhat? Itâs okay,â you tell him with a quirk of your brow. âSorry, what are you even apologizing for?â
He looks confused. âYouâre with him, arenât you?â
âHim?â You repeated. âIâm not seeing anybody.â
Not seeing anybody? âWhat about the guy with the blonde hair? The one you hung out with a lot.â
Thatâs when the person heâs talking about flickers through your mind, and now youâre smiling from ear-to-ear, âOh. Iâm not with him. I donât like him.â
âThen who?â He blurts out, instantly regretting his words. He didnât even actually know if you liked anyone to begin with. What was he doing?
You blow out a breath and stand up from your seat, with him following suit. âYouâre serious?â
Stick with it. âIâm serious. You donât have toââ
You refrain from letting your grin widen, nudging your head toward your car. He understands that youâre silently asking for him to walk you to it.
âWell! If itâs need-to-know,â you trail off, rounding your car and spinning on your heel to look at him once you reach the door. Your gaze flickers down to his lips for just a second, but that second is all he really needs for his breath to hitch in his throat.
To his semi-surprise, you reached up and placed a kiss on his cheek, sparing him one last knowing glance while you opened the door and got inside.
âLet me know if that answers your question. And, Pedri?â You pause; he hums. âHappy birthday.â
He stands there in silence. He had been so wrong. You werenât with the person he thought you were with, and he should have realized that when you showed up at his house this late, knowing full well you have to wake up early for your job tomorrow.
Pedri had been utterly mistaken, and he couldnât have been happier to be as wrong as he was.
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My Take On Danny Being The Gatekeeper au:
For the longest time, Danny thought that he didn't have a grave, that he was graveless. Then one day he met a graveless ghost and it felt wrong - they felt wrong - like they weren't truly there but that was impossible because they were in front of him. They were translucent, but not like a ghost. They were translucent in the way that their outline was disappearing. Their color is translating into black and their feet are becoming invisible.
As Danny reached out his hand to the graveless, they latched onto him. Because of that simple touch, Danny felt this graveless ghost drain his entire soul. All he had to do was pull away, pull away and leave. But he couldn't.
Danny: Let go of me.
Graveless Ghost: ......
Danny holds his arm with his other hand: Let go of me.
An outline of a smile appears on the thing's face: *A soundless laugh comes out of that thing's mouth*
Danny tilts his head down as green tears start appearing at the ends of his eyes: Please
A mask starts appearing in place of the thing's face: ha ha
Phantom looks the thing straight in the eye as green tears begin to fall from his face: LET GO OF ME!!
The thing's figure begins to become round as its hand becomes more solidified, a mouth starts appearing underneath the mask, and then the being grabs Danny's forearm with its other hand: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA AH HA H A HAHA HA HA AHAH AHAA HA AH ITS MINE NOWHAHAHAH AHA!
Phantom doesn't know what that thing is saying as he starts pulling his arm away from that thing: ARG, Let me go!!
The thing laughs at Phantom as it drags him closer to itself: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHHAHAHAAH.
Phantom: LET. ME. GO.
Danny was able to toss the thing away from himself. As he watched the thing get up and walk away, Danny looked down at his arm and saw that it was bleeding but most of all, disappearing.
Danny Phantom began to pant as if he just fought the greatest battle in his entire half-life, holding his right arm: What the hell was that?
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Ghost Writer: What you just described was a No Face.
Phantom: A No Face?
Ghost Writer: Yeah, and by the looks of it.
Ghost Writer jester to the bandaged stub where Phantom's right arm should be: You just gave them their last piece to become a full-fledged one.
Phantom grasps his bandage unconsciously: What does that mean?
Ghost Writer sighs into his hands: Sometimes I forget that you've only been dead for 2 years until you say basic ghost 101 shit like that.
Phantom, stares at him unimpressed: Uh huh.
Ghost Writer sighed again and reached his hand as a book flew at him: A Ghost without a grave becomes a wisp within a year. That is the first step to becoming a No Face. The only way for a No Face to become a normal Ghost once again is for their loved ones to acknowledge that they are dead.
Ghost Writer flips open the book as he snaps his fingers making a pair of glasses appear on his face: Let's see *scams his finger across the pages* here it is *his finger taps the page*. If a grave/shrine is made the Ghost is to find and acknowledge them to solidify their standing in the afterlife.
Ghost Write looks Phantom straight in the eyes: If the ghost cannot locate their grave or shrine. Then that means they are considered a missing person or that no one cares about them enough to actually give a damn about giving them a proper grave. Making them unable to go back to their afterlife causing them to walk the Earth again as a wisp. To find a portal back to the afterlife.
Phantom tilts his head in confusion: ......
Ghost Writer rubs his eyes: Before you ask, no, the natural portals don't work on them. They'll just go through it as if it was never there. They'll have to find a permanent one like the one in Wisconsin and yours.
Phantom feels uncomfortable: What happens when they turn into that shadowy figure I saw?
Ghost Writer: This means that their entire bloodline has expired and that those who remember them are forgetting their existence entirely.
(Danny: Does that mean I'll become a No Face?)
Phantom: How do I get my arm back?
Ghost Writer: You must recognize your grave to unlock your full strength. Find the No Face, and from there it's up to you to make a choice.
Ghost Writer sits up and holds one hand: You kill and devour them, or *raises up his other hand* become allies and form into one being.
Phantom: I have a grave?
Ghost Writer: If you didnât have one you would have become a wisp already.
(Danny: We need to go.)
Phantom gets up to leave: I need to go.
Ghost Writer calls out: Phantom.
Phantom stops at the door: ......
Ghost Writer: If you need a clue, go to Clockwork. Only if you're desperate.
Ghost Writer mutters to himself: Only desperate Ghosts have the possibility of finding him.
Phantom gave hum of acknowledgement, before leaving: I'll think about it.
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Phantom floats around lazily: -and that's all he told me.
Clockwork works on something out of Phantom's sight: Is that so.
Phantom faces himself towards Clockwork: Yeah, then I came all the way over here. To ask for a clue.
Clockwork hides his work in the shadows before facing Danny: Why did you come to me? You already know I have no concept of your timeline, only those around you.
Phantom takes a deep breath: I know that *avoids eye contact*, I just wanted to see if you knew.
Clockwork chuckles: Where your friends or family mourn the most is the place you seek.
Danny is unsettled by Clockwork's laugh: Thanks Clockwork. *Phantom leaves*
When he left, neither Clockwork nor Phantom noticed that his bandages turned white to black.
Clockwork turns to the shadows where a figure is tied to a chair: *Smiles creepily* Now *leans down onto the chair* where were we?
The figure mysterious: Huuuuu...kakkakkakkkakakakkakakukuuuu.
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Phantom went on the search to find his grave. It was a difficult task even with the help of Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Valerie. They searched high and low trying to his grave. But none of them found it.
Sam: What are we even trying to find?
Phantom: A gravestone that says something along the lines of "Here Lays Daniel Fenton A Brother, Son, and Friend. Often Known As Danny Fenton." Or something like that.
Sam: What kind of name is "Danny"?
Valerie: I think I dated someone named "Danny" a few months ago.
Tucker had a gut feeling that he knew who "Danny" was: ...Let's keep searching.
Jazz knew who that person was but couldn't put her finger on it: ...(I know this person I know this person but who are they) *A few tears trail down her face but she quickly wiped them away*
It was at that moment Phantom realized that everyone was forgetting Danny.
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Phantom asked around Amity if anyone remembered a person named 'Danny Fenton', but no one recognized that name. He asked teachers, students, store clerks; any person that knew him closely.
Even Wes was beginning to forget who he was.
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Ghost Writer is shown writing in a book: *Sigh* I hope I don't have to shelf this one.
To the left of him was an empty bookshelf that wasn't there before. Ghost Writer knew that it would've been one thing if a book/bookshelf appeared separately, but it would be a whole other thing if they both appeared together because that means an important person is about to be forgotten and he'll be the only one left to remember them.
If he could change the course he would but he can't. He is unable to tell and no one else can see these books or shelfs. The only way for someone to become one is for someone other than him to remember them. After all, he is just the librarian.
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Phantom ends up in front of the Fenton House: ...Why am I here?
There is a pull from his chest that tells him to go inside, so he does. Only to instantly dodge an attack with the fluidity of a person who knew it was coming.
Phantom: ...How did I do that?
He continued dodging until he was near the basement door.
Phantom puts his left hand on his chest: ...That pull again.
He goes down to the basement until he is in front of the Ghost Portal.
A gleam crosses Phantom's eyes as he looks at the Portal.
Phantom: Are you...*reaches his left hand to the Portal*...My Grave?
The Portal gleamed as if responding to Phantom's left hand.
Phantom touched the Portal to recognize it as his grave only to be hit with extreme amounts of pain and visions. Visions that were and weren't of his dimensions.
Phantom falls to his knees with his hand still in the Portal: Agh ugh ug *closes his eyes in pain*
Phantom floats in front of the Portal (with his hand still inside), and his eyes begin to glow white: I see past and future running free (An image of Earth flashes through his eyes. The pictures of streets and roads flash through his mind as if he were traveling through the streets at the speed of sound. Houses, apartments, and warehouses flash through his mind one after the other. The front door's open and as if being, forcibly, sucked in, the door closes behind him. He's in a hallway but every turn a different one shows up until the image of a portal is in front of him. Images of figures of various shapes and sizes walk into the portal, all making the same mistake. The figures are all seen floating peacefully in a pool of green until they open their eyes and the real pain starts. Every single one of them clenched their heads in pain as their bodies underwent changes to their DNA.)
But that's not a world I know (Adventures play out with a confident, but sassy, figure in every one of them plays throughout in his mind. Eyes of different shapes and colors play throughout his mind. Zooming out it shows that the figures are turning their heads to look up to the sky, as if their looking right at him. As the images are zoomed out, it shows different cities and places. Some familiar and some different. Until the Earth is shown, something that was the same image is now something of its own.)
I see a song of past romance (A picture of Phantom is shown then a picture of Danny is shown. An image of them sitting across from each other during a festival in Ancient Egypt is shown.)
I see the sacrifice of man (Danny Phantom is fighting against an enemy and in the middle of the fight the enemy throws an attack that he can not dodge. Danny himself decided to forcibly separate from Phantom because he knew that if it hits then they'll be erased and so he decided to take that chance because this world needs Phantom. Phantom watched as Danny disintegrated right in front of him. And the being that is known as "Danny Phantom" just became "Phantom".)
I see portrayals of betrayal (Phantom sees Danny on the enemy's side pointing at him.)
And a brother's final stand (Danny and Phantom were on opposite sides fighting each other until they smirk at one another and turn around.)
I see you on the brink of death (Danny is shown in the middle of a battlefield with a variety of serious injuries trying to catch his breath and unable to turn into Phantom.)
I see you draw your final breath (Danny drops to the ground drawing his last breath. Phantom carries Danny's corps across the sea and back to Amity Park. Behind him are two duplicates; one carrying a canister that says Sam and one carrying a canister that says, Tucker.)
I see a man who gets to make it home alive (There is a trial.)But it's no longer you (Danny wakes up in the middle of a forest with no memories.)
I see your palace covered in red (The image of Danny and Phantom in the festival of Ancient Egypt is now splattered in blood.)
Faces of men who had long believed you're dead (Sam sits in the heiress seat looking over the sea of suitors where she spots Phantom in the crowd. She wants to cry but she can't not when the situation is extremely delicate for her; she cannot show any weakness. Tucker is also in the sea of suitors waiting for Sam's signal.)
I see your wife with a man who is haunting (In the POV of Danny there is a figure sitting in front of a mirror who turns around.)
A man with a trail of bodies (Phantom buries Danny in a place that will one day become Amity Park, covered in dried blood.)
I see a song of past romance (Danny in a ruined wedding dress with guns in hand in the city of Gotham.)
I see the sacrifice of man (Danny pushes someone out of the way and gets impaled through the heart remembering that he is no longer Phantom.)
I see portrayals of betrayal (A monster that he seems to know personally attacks him without hesitating.)
And a brother's final stand (Danny turns around and swings his sword to lop off the head of the person behind him.)
I see you on the brink of death (Danny lying on the ground desperately holding a sword away from himself as the other person tries to stab it through his core.)
I see you draw your final breath (...It goes through.)
(As the visions died down, images of Clockwork started to appear and they all said one thing looking right at him:
There Is No Clockwork In Your World.)
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Phantom drops to the ground: Huff huff *looks at the Portal* what did you mean that there is no Clockwork?
Phantom gets up on his knees and holds his head with his left hand: If there is no Clockwork then *a horrified expression dons his face* WHO THE HELL HAVE I'VE BEEN TALKING TO?!?!
To Be Continued...
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Kirishima x Wife!Reader
Based on Teenage Dream by Stephen Dawes
TW: Disgusting fluff, a tiny bit of crying, pet name (baby), one slightly suggestive part, small bits of angst, small bit of swearing
WC: 3.6k
Blue - Song Lyrics
Red - Kirishima
Purple - You & KirishimaÂ
Pink- You
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Tonight, you were getting married to your best friend, and things couldn't be better. You two slowly dancing under the soft glow of the full moon and sparkling stars, the love-filled atmosphere being touched by softly glowing fairy lights surrounding you as music played from speakers carefully placed around the wedding. The night had been wonderful, and is still going wonderfully. Games had been played, jokes had been made, tears had been shed (and are still In the process of being shed), with everyone smiling at one point or another, whether it was from seeing the two of you so happy, or simply having a good time. You two were making small conversation as you swayed from left to the right, when the song Teenage Dream began to play. As the tune began to lightly sound from the speakers, you couldn't help but see memories flash in your mind's eye as the lyrics washed over you two.
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âYou think I'm pretty, without any makeup on.â
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âStop, I look terrible!â
You said with a whiny tone, followed by soft giggles as you desperately tried to hide your face. You had just woken up in his room for the first time, and even though he's seen you after waking up, you simply couldn't help but still feel a little self conscious.
âDon't you ever say that again, you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen, no matter the circumstances.â
Kirishima said, admiring the way you giggled while he tried to get you to move your hands away from your beautiful face. He placed his soft hands on top of your own, slowly grabbing them and moving them away.
If he said he hadn't thought about marrying you one day at that exact moment, he'd be lying. The soft, dreamy orange glow of the morning sun leaked from the gap in his curtains shined on your gorgeous face, your soft eyes looked even softer with the morning glow highlighting the color, your hair slightly messy but still managing to look just fine to him, your lashes resting effortlessly perfect in place, and a gentle smile on your soft lips. The sight of you looking so effortlessly perfect would almost upset him if he wasn't dating you.
How in the world do you do it?
âSometimes I wish you saw yourself the way I see you.â
He said softly as he admired how truly divine you looked before pressing his lips to your own. Your sleepy eyes were filled with adoration from his comment, but when you felt his lips perfectly mold into your own, you couldn't help but be a little surprised. Your heart fluttered, and stomach doing flips as you let your heavy eyes fall, embracing his kiss while bringing your arms around his neck to pull him closer.
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âYou think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong.â
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âBaby! What do you call a fish without an eye?â
He excitedly said as he stepped into your room, your guys' favorite snacks and drinks in a white gas station bag for your movie night. He wore an idiotic grin on his lips, and eyes shone with clear giddiness. He looked like a child who was eager to tell you something they learned at school that day that was so incredibly mind blowing to their small brain.
âWhat?â
You asked, a gentle smile on your lips with your eyes softly rolling in a teasing manner, already knowing the answer to this common joke, but you wouldn't dare ruin the smile he was wearing, as he prepared to tell you the answer.
âA fish!â
He exclaimed rather excitedly, his smile only beaming even brighter when you broke out in a laughter he could never get sick of listening to. Your laughter was his favorite thing to hear, and if he could, he'd always make you laugh.
âB-baby, that's not how it goes.â
You managed to get out through gulps of air after your laughing fit. His smile faltering a bit when he heard that he had in fact, told the joke wrong.
âWhat?â
âEi, it's âfshââ
You corrected with a silly smile and a tiny giggle, moving over a bit so he could sit by you on your bed. You pat the seat next to you a few times, waiting for him to join you.
âOh, 'm sorry. . .â
âWhat? No, baby! No matter what joke you tell me, wrong or right, will always be funny to me.â
You informed in a reassuring tone, pressing a kiss to his red cheeks, your action doing nothing to lessen the bright color. His cheeks were nearly the same color as his hair, getting a small laugh from you.
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âI know you get me, so I let my walls come down, yeah, come down. Yeah, I was alright, but things were kinda heavy.â
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You've never held onto your boyfriend As tightly as you did now. You had just gotten back with your classmates from the Eri mission, and you had gotten hurt pretty bad, slipping into a coma shortly after the fight. He was injured badly himself, but he's never felt so scared in his life when he overheard some pros on the mission say they were unsure if you were going to make it, and how terrible it would be if you didn't make it through your coma.
âI hope that (L/N) girl makes it outtaâ that coma. Itâd be a shame if she didnât-â
He stopped listening after that, and cried himself to sleep that night. When he heard you had woken up, he ran, there. In the most literal sense too, you had been in a coma for so long he couldn't waste any time he had with you. Everyone had viseted you while you were asleep, hell, even Bakugo did. However, Kirishima was there day and night for as long as possible. He was the first one there in the morning and last one there at the night.
âN- never, ever do so- somethi- ing so stupid li- like that aga- ain.â
He scolded you with flowing tears and a cracked voice as he held onto you. You had thankfully woke up after what felt like years, but in reality, had only been two weeks. Kiri was the first one there to ensure you were alright once he heard you were in fact, awake and alive.
âCan't promise, but I'll try extra hard, just for you.â
You rasped as you ran soothing circles on his back, your other hand running through his hair. Tears of Your own threatening to fall as well. You laid your head back with a sigh. You had heard him talking to you the entire time throughout your coma and knew he had been there with you as often as he could, which meant the world to you.
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âYou brought me to life, now every February, yeah, you'll be my valentine, valentine.â
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It was your guysâ first Valentine's Day together after you began dating, and you remember the special moment like it like it was yesterday.
âSo, um, I know we've been dating for a bit now, and I wanted to know if you'd be-â
âI'd love to be your valentine, Eijiro.â
You sheepishly interrupted, finished the sentence for him, looking at him with complete Adoration. You wouldn't dare miss the excitement in his eyes, followed by his already red cheeks To flair up once more.
âI didn't even fini-â
âYou don't need to.â
You interrupted again before pressing your warm, soft lips to his. Your Arms wrapped around his neck, lips failing to hide your smile as you felt his body relax and embrace the loving kiss. The warm fuzzy feeling you were getting completely counter acted the cold winter air.
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âSo let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love.â
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âI could get used to this. . .â
You quietly sighed, a small yawn following right after you spoke while you rested your head onto his stomach. It was the middle of a warm, summer night. The full moon shone similarly to a soft lamp and the stars dotted the sky like silver and gold glitter on a black paper.
âI could too.â
He replied softly, hands threading through your silky hair. His stomach rose and fell softly as you two admired the night sky. The soft blanket below you two was just big enough for you both to comfortably rest, but it felt like that only made it all the more enjoyable.
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âYeah, we can dance until we die.â
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You had just drug The poor red headed boy outside to dance with you in the warm summer rain. It was the middle of the night, but it only made it better. Rain clouds covered the moon light, leaving the streetlights to be the only source of light around you.
âIf I get a cold, I'm blaming it on you.â
He scoffed softly as the two of you slowly danced in the rain, your clothes both hugging your bodies uncomfortably, water beginning to soak through your shoes and to your socks, but it was the last thing on each of your minds. His hair was begging to droop slightly from the rain which was quite cute to say the least. You giggled as he spun you around, bringing you back to his arms after a second.
âI'm okay with that.âÂ
You giggled with a slight shrug while you swayed from left to right. You each closed your eyes when you rest you foreheads on the other's, soft breaths being shared between you two.
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âYou and I will be young forever, âCause you make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream.â
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âSometimes I wonder what life would've been like if we had met when we were younger.â
He randomly said while you two were laying in the comfortable darkness and silence of your room. Blankets were laid on you two, and pillows thrown here and there, all to assure you're both comfortable.
âWhat makes you say that?â
You asked with a tired voice, eyes staying shut as he ran small circles on your back. His soft breathing was (and still is) one of your favorite things to fall asleep to.
âNot sure. . .â
He mumbles so softly it's almost inaudible. Almost.
âWe're still young, and we have the rest of our lives ahead of us.â
What you said that night particularly stuck with Kirishima throughout your lives. When things got hard for him, he thought back to that memory and played it over to tell him things would be alright when things got tough.
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âThe way you turn me on, now I can't sleep.â
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âBaby. . . I don't think you realize what you do to me. . .â
He groaned as you stepped out of your bathroom wearing a new red lace set Mina had got you for your birthday. Across your chest was a giant, sparkly "RED RIOT".
âLike it?â
You giggled, doing a 360 to show it completely off. You knew he liked it. . . Okay, more than liked it.
âI don't just like it, I love it. If you want, I can show you just how much I love it.â
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âLet's run away and don't ever look back, ever look back. My heart stops when you look at me.â
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The giggles that erupted from you were pretty much addictive. He simply couldn't get enough. They reminded him of a sweet, savory summer treat that he wished he could have all day, every day.
He too, was laughing as you each ran through the grass under the stars. Fireflies flew up from the grass wherever you two had stepped, creating a harmony of little, sparkling lights surrounding you two.
You slipped some time while you were running and Eijiro immediately ran towards you, falling beside you to make sure you were okay. You were alright, but couldn't help but get up and tackle him onto his back, earning loud laughs from him as you tickled Him. He managed to flip and tickle you, like you had done him.
"Ah! Stop, stop!"
You squealed, legs kicking in an attempt to get him off, and your arms flailing around to try and hit him.
"Not until you surrender!"
He cackled, relentlessly tickling your sides. He had no intentions of stopping until you gave up.
"Okay, okay! I surrender, you win!"
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âJust one touch, now baby, I believe this is real, So take a chance and don't ever look back, ever look back.â
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âGlad to finally be out of U.A.?â
He asked with a huff after placing one of the last boxes in your apartment. You two decided to get an apartment and split the cost until you guys bought a house, even if he was rather against of splitting the cost. You managed to convince him to do 50/50 on the conditions that he bought groceries.
âEven with all the good memories we have there, it's nice to have our own place to create new ones..â
You replied as you set down a cardboard box with nothing but a large âEâ in thick black sharpie. After letting out a groan, you stood up, stretching your sweaty back and wiping the sweat from your forehead.
âI like that Idea. Making new memories here.â
He said so softly, it was inaudible, but he meant it. He couldn't wait to create new memories just for the two of you. Maybe even share the new memories with your future children. Sure, kids were way far into the future, but hey, it couldn't hurt to just think about them, right?
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âWe drove to Cali, and got drunk on the beach. Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets.â
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âThis fort is gonnaâ be hard to beat.â
Your boyfriend had said to you with a huff. It was your anniversary, and You two had made it a tradition to make a fort Every year, and this had to be your best yet. Neither of you two were sure how this tradition started, but it's fun, nonetheless.
âWe say that every year, and then the next, we do it better.â
You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. It had taken you guys over an hour this year to build your fort, and it was the literal definition of âawesome sauceâ. It took up your whole living room In your guysâ new (and first) house. You looked over the whole fort, clear pride on your face.
âI can't wait to share this tradition with our kids one day.â
He said to you, bringing you closer by your waist. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, a slight beginning of a stubble tickling your skin.
âKids!? Let's wait a bit before thinking about kids.â
You laughed, clearly a little flustered, feeling his face move away from your neck, and soon feel his lips press onto your head. In all honesty, you would love for your kids to be with him.
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âI finally found you, my missing puzzle piece. I'm complete.â
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âHere's the perfect spot for a picture.â
He said excitedly with a large grin on his Face as he led you to a beautiful, red traditional Japanese arch. It was your birthday, and your best friends had surprised you with a small simple trip to your favorite garden. The specific friends with you were Bakugo, Sero, Mina, Kaminari, Jiro, Midorya, Uraraka, and Tsu. Everyone of them knew what was coming, everyone besides you.
âOh- okay!â
You giggled as he stepped behind you, placing his hands on your hips.
âSo, before we take the picture, what're our three rules?â
He asks, almost a little breathlessly. The question Catches you off guard, but you answer without hesitation.
âFeed me, care for Me, and never leave me.â
You answered with a smile, remembering The day you guys set said rules. You loved those rules, and they managed to keep your guysâ relationship strong all these years.
âRight, so what if I never broke any of those rules, specifically the last one?â
He asked, taking his hands off your hips and began to kneel down. You almost asked what this was about before turning around and seeing him holding the most gorgeous black and red velvet box, a diamond ring perfectly placed in the middle. You couldn't stop the immediate gasp That left your mouth or the tears that began to flow.
â(Y/N) (L/N), you're my everything. You were my first kiss and first love. You were there with me at my highest of highs, and lowest of lows. We've made it through thick and thin, sickness and health. Your laugh makes me smile, your touch ignites me, your smile gives me butterflies, and no matter how many times we kiss, I'll never get used to the feeling. Will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?â
He asks, his own tears threatening to fall. Your hand fell from your lips as you opened your mouth to speak. Your throat felt like it was
âYes. Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!â
You cried as you crouched down to hug him, sniffles leaving you followed by some laughs shared between you two. Your friends clapped and cheered around you. He couldn't dare believe any man would be as happy as he is now.
Everyone was happy, and most of them were crying, even Bakugo was crying but you wouldn't catch him dead admitting he cried during the proposal.
Midorya turned to face Bakugo after hearing a sniffle or two, and was shocked to see a single tear falling down his cheek.
âK- Kacchan, are you crying?â
âHell no, I'm not. Fuck off, you Shitty nerd.â
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âAnd Imma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight. Let you put your hands on me, in my skin tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight.â
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âLike my new jeans?â
Your fiancĂŠ asked, strutting out of the bathroom to show you his new jeans. You looked up from the book you were reading and couldn't help but let out a loud, ugly laugh at what you were seeing.
âEijiro! What in the world are you wearing?â
You cackled as he did a 360 and strutted towards you, hands on hips, lips pursed and sassily swaying his hips side to side as he walked towards you.
âFashion, obviously.â
He informed, with a sarcastic scoff. You could tell he was trying not to laugh as he did his little fashion show.
âWell, I must say, they show-off your butt really nicely.â
You chuckled, standing up to wrap your arms around his neck. you two shared a small laugh before connecting your soft lips. You reach down and slap his butt, laughing against his lips.
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âWhat're you thinking about, Love?â
Your husband asked, noticing how quiet You had gotten.
âUs.â
You answered softly, resting your head against his. As the end of the song began to play, you took your head off his chest and looked up to see his smiling face.
âOh, âCause you make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream.â
You both sang, swaying to beat of the song. This song hit you closer to home than you'd ever realized, but you wouldn't be complaining about it one bit.
âThe way you turn me on, I can't sleep.â
You guys sang as he spun you, wonderful white dress flaring out around you, showing off each intricate design
He brought you back to his chest to sway once more for the final lyrics. You placed your foreheads together as you softly sang the song together.
âLet's run away and don't ever look back, ever look back.â
âMy heart stops, when you look at me. Just one touch, now baby I believe, this is real, so take a chance and don't ever look back, ever look back.â
After the song finished, and the next began to play, you looked Into his red glassy eyes, flashing a toothy grin he closed his eyes and pressed his lips into yours.Â
With every sound Around the both of you tuned out, you could focus on his beating heart. Things had turned out okay, and if you could, you'd choose to stay in this moment For the rest of your life.
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âThey're disgusting.â
Katsuki grumbled, wearing his burgundy red suit as he stood off to the side with their old friend group. He was desperately trying not to cry as he watched his best friend since their first year at U.A. kiss his wife, and girl he'd been crushing on since day one.
âOh, give them a break.â
Mina scoffed from beside him, pushing him lightly, looking back to the newly-Wed couple. She refrained from pointing out the small sniffles coming from the explosive man beside her.
"Yeah, c'mon, don't be salty because you don't have that yet.â
Sero chuckled, backing up their pink friend. Next to him, Kaminari and Jiro were hand in hand, smiling softly at the dancing couple, simply drowning out the conversation beside them, and the angry grumbles from Bakugo.
âI'm going to give you that one day. Your dream wedding. Just you wait.â
Kaminari softly said to his girlfriend, who was looking up to him with pink cheeks and sparkling eyes.
âI'mma' hold you to that.â
Jiro chuckled, leaning into his side as she held onto the blondeâs arm. Not only had life turned out to what You and Eijiro dreamed for, but everyone was getting to what they dreamed of too, even if it wasn't now.
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A/N: Stop, I'm actually so proud of this, and it's so stupid cute! If any of you want this same thing, but with a different character, I'd be more than happy to write something! Each person would get their own memories and proposal ;)
#mha x reader#mha#reader insert#fem reader#kirishima eijirou#mha kirishima#bnha eijiro kirishima#bnha kirishima#kirishima x reader#kirishima x you#bnha#bnha x y/n#bnha x reader#bnha x fem!reader#boku no hero academia#kirishima x fem!reader
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Sunstreakers Toddler Buddy being turned into a Cybertronian?And perhaps the establish a creator-creation bond?
Got to think of a new name for Toddler Buddy...Hope you enjoy!
Hope you enjoy!
Sunstreaker's Human toddler turn Bot
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight Angst, Human/ Cybertronian reader
IDW/G1
It was a case of âwrong place at the wrong timeâ.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had to leave for patrol that morning, leaving Buddy at the base.
They were on break from school and was sleeping in.
Sunstreaker himself would have loved to get in another hour of sleep, but duty calls.
Buddy was left in the care of most of the bots in the base.
The more optics looking after them the better right?
âŚRight?
Out on patrol⌠Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are driving down the empty road. Sunstreaker: âHow much longer until we can go back?â Sideswipe: âJust a couple more miles Sunny.â Sunstreaker grumbles. Sideswipe: âDonât get your tailpipe twisted. Weâll be back and helping Buddy color their books before you know it.â BEEP! BEEP! The com line was sounding off. The twins both pick up the call. Sideswipe: âThis is Sideswipe, whatâsââ CRASH! Smokescreen: âBluestreak get them out of there! Oh! You guys answered.â Sunstreaker: âSmokescreen whatâs going on? Is Buddy all right?â SCREECH! Smokescreen: âUmm, okay is subjective right nowâŚâ Sunstreaker: âI am only going to repeat this one more time. What is GOING ON!?â Sideswipe: âGeez Sunny let the mech speak. Go on Smokes.â Smokescreen: âI��well theyâYou know what I think its better if you guys came in anâSCRAP! BLUESTREAK GRAB THEM BEFORE THEY GET OUT THE DOOR! WHAT DO YOU MENA THEYâRE GONE!â BLITZ! The line went dead. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe sharply turn around and burn rubber to get to the base.
By the time the twins made it to the base, there were already search parties looking around for Buddy.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe get the summary from Prowl and Jazz.
Laserbeak had entered in the base not too long after they had gone out and fired a strange looking gun blindly before retreating.
The beam had hit Buddy turning them into a sparkling.
Yes, Sunstreaker nearly passed out at the news, but Sideswipe hoisted him back to his pedes as the other mechs continued.
Buddy was very scared and confused at first, before they found out how much easier it was to inerct with everyone as a bot.
Bluestreak and Smokescreen had done a good job in making sure Buddy was comfortable and held their new servos when things got a bit scary for them.
Buddy kept on asking where Sunstreaker was and that they wanted him to see them like this.
Cue the sparkling chase throughout the entire base before they slipped into a vent that lead to the outside world.
Sunstreaker: âWell, do we know where they are now?â Prowl pulls up a data pad: âWe are getting the information now. Wheeljack had the idea of microchipping Buddy before they learned how to walk.â Sideswipe and Sunstreaker: âThey couldnât walk!â Jazz: âLike we said before, they were turned into a sparkling, a NEW sparkling. The little thing could barely walk without falling on their face.â Sunstreaker feels increasing stress. PING! Prowl: âThe locztion is set forâŚâ Prowl pauses before showing the data pad to Jazz. The twin get a bad feeling after swings both mechâ door wings stiffen. Sunstreaker: âWell!? Whereâs my sparkling!?â Jazz and Prowl look at each other for a minute before nodding. Prowl starts walking away calling several bots to come and follow him. Jazz: âOkay fellas, you might wanna sit down for this.â Sunstreaker and Sideswipe sit down. Jazz: ââŚBuddyâs location was last seen outside Decepticon HQ.â THUD! Sunstreaker passes out and lands on his face with a sick looking Sideswipe.
With BuddyâŚ
Buddy was lost for a while now.
All they wanted to do was show Sunstreaker their new frame, and now they couldnât even remember the way back home.
They were by the shoreline when something started flying around.
For a split-second Buddy thought the planes were Decepticonâs they had seen on Teletran-Oneâs screens.
Buddyâs optics widen as well as their smile seeing the familiar red plane land in front of them. Buddy: âMr. Powerglide!â Powerglide runs up and scoops them up in a hug. Powerglide: âGeez kiddo! Youâre a bit far from home, arenât you?â Buddy nods feeling bad about running off. Powerglide: âLets get you home. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are worried sick for ya.â Buddy perks up a bit when the name of the yellow mech is dropped. Buddy: âOkay!â Powerglide: âAnd AWAY we go!â
All the bots sighed in relief hearing that Powerglide had found Buddy safe and sound.
Todayâs events could have gone much worse if the Decepticons had found out about Buddyâs whereabouts.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe where taken into a different room before they could meet Buddy.
Mainly because Sunsreaker kept on pulling âProwlâsâ on every surface he could turn over.
Prowl and Jazz accompany the sparkling to the room.
The door opens. The twins both stand up at the sound of the door opening. Sunstreaker: âAny sign of them? Are they okay!â Sideswipe notices a small frame behind Jazzâs pedes. He nugdes his twinâs arm and points to Jazzâs pedes. Sunstreaker pauses. Sunstreaker: âBuddy?â The sparklingâs helm pops from Jazzâs side. They smile widely. Buddy: âSunny!â Sunstreaker falls to his knees as Buddy leaps into his arms. Sunstreaker just holds them tightly as they ramble on about their frame and how cool they look.
The answer of how to get Buddy back to normal is still unknown given the machine used to turn Buddy Cybertronian was in Decpticon hands.
For now Buddy was Cybertronian until further notice.
Buddy did miss being able to hide in certain places, but on the bright side they were much stronger and durable.
Just like Sunstreaker!
Speaking of the yellow mech, it takes a long time for anyone to convince him to leave the room without Buddy in his arms or nearby.
He makes sure that Buddy has a shiny finish and buffed frame.
His spark melted a bit when they wanted their paintjob to have the same yellow as his.
It is much easier to handle Buddy being much bigger and the same species, not that Sunstreaker would ever admit it out loud.
Honestly as long as Buddy is safe and happy, the mech couldnât care what species they were.
#transformers x reader#maccadam#bot buddy#human buddy#idw transformers x platonic reader#idw transformers x reader#idw transformers#idw sunstreaker
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Been working with my markers again so my new obsession has to be included in that
YAHOO MARIO (younger me is in utter shock I swear)
#markers are so difficult sometimes#just grab the wrong color and have to go with it#fanart#i forgot my art tag#mario bros#super smash bros#super mario bros#luigi brain rot#luigi x bowser#Luigi#mario#princess peach#princess daisy#bowser#bowuigi#luaisy#mareach#super mario fanart#super mario bros fanart#super mario bros movie
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for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........
#MOTHER FFFFUCKER#to be fair. my doc said I could stop taking them while im on break since i wouldnt need to be constantly pumped on stimulants#im not sure if it was a side effect but i managed to take like 3 different naps in one day and STILL managed to sleep thru the whole night#at least 2 days into my break. the weird thing is i didnt feel more or less rested afterwards. but mentally i think im in a good place rn#to really put the level of awakeness im at rn i feel weirdly confident i could start one piece. also bc of that sick new opening it BANGS#the song is really good and im in love with the animation style. did some digging and it seems one of the lead animators is masato mori#but i could be wrong. it seems he also did some work on mp100 which could explain a lot lol.. he uses smear frames really well to convey#consistent movement and fluidity!!! someone else might have done color design but it works really really well esp with odas style!!#just love the overall vibe and aesthetic and id really love to study it and incorporate a bit of it into my art.. especially the thick#outlines which i think helps to separate characters and objects on screen. though i have to say the style is definitely more suited to#animation bc of the simpleness and smears. maybe that will help me explore shapes and perspective when i draw... i wanna get better#at drawing poses and angles but i have a hard time wrapping my head around space and using perspective guide lines NGHHHH#i wonder if it has to do with my dogshit ability to judge distance. not depth perception but like. judge how far smth is in metres etc#im also wearing an N95 for the first couple weeks back bc of the wave. absolutely NO BODY is wearing a mask its so fucking over#where im sitting ive heard 5 different people coughing probably not into their elbows!!! and im just. head in my fucking hands#there was a kid sitting a couple seats away in class coughing as he pleases and i wanted to grab him in a chokehold so badly. PLEASEE#ive been annoying my family by asking them to mask up and reminding them to bring masks when they go out and showing them news articles#but at least its working bc we ordered some KN95s and my mom is at least taking me seriously so. please dont be afraid to speak up abt your#health. take care of yourself and others however u can!! wear that mask indoors at your maskless friends house!!! stay home when u can!!#im wearing a surgical mask at home too bc my parents have '''a dry throat cough''' and they are so bad at coughing into their sleeves#also im pretty sure dry throat isnt transmissible bc my brother started coughing too so.. i also tested negative but they havent tested yet#im also not a doctor but i have to keep reminding ppl whenever i can that covid and flu work differently. covid is new and too recent to#have nearly as much research done on it. it seems its also compounding so instead of building immunity it weakens the body and spreads to#to other systems which might explain brain fog and muscle weakness. i remember someone early in the pandemic got infected and it messed up#their smell/taste receptors so bad that they cant eat most foods and that stays in the front of my mind when i think abt covid. christ#yapping
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đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: demon!choso, choso goes into rut, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pain kink, anal/wrong hole (Gojoâs), pussy drunk, mind broken/dumbification, cervix fuckin, light size kink, hair pulling, spanking/some face slapping (mostly tojiâs), biting, exhaustion, praise/degradation, begging/teasing, squirting, some thigh fucking, vibrating dildo, light bondage, on the verge of passing out (Chosoâs), daddy(toji)/lil mama, gojo and toji are wearing ghostface masks (separate blurbs), ghostface!toji (morally gray reader), squirting
Oreo: ok so this took forever thank yâall for being patient, rip sukuna he will have his own one shot to shine on where we can get the proper cum shower, itâs the treatment we deserve
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âPlease!â Choso digs his black painted nails into your hips. His eyes roll back as he tilts head back showing off his hickey cover neck. His broad shoulders curl in with a tremble as he sloppily rut his hips fucking his hot thick cum deeper.
Your sloppy cunt squelching and your thighs trembling. Digging your nails into his abs, you keep bouncing yourself on Chosoâs fat dick. Feeling his thick veins pulse, his cock head lightly twitches and his moans are getting breathier.
Your cunt clenches his throbbing, sensitive cock when a guttural deep groan of âFuuuuck lil mama!â slips past his lips.
Heâs so damn hot with his flush pink cheeks and his messy dark hair. His smoldering dark brown eyes fixate on your beautiful cunt taking his cock.
Choso slides his large hands up your sides, flipping you over onto his dark bedsheets. Your head hits the pillow and he grabs the head board with one hand, hovering over you.
He fuckinâ smirks, itâs a little upturn of Chosoâs soft lips that has you clenching his cock. âJust âcause I came doesnât mean we have to stop right?â He grabs your thigh hooking your leg around his slim waist.
His thrusts are sloppy, slow and deep, a shutter runs down his spine making his hips falter. The wood in his hand creaks and his jaw drops with a low groan.
âCanât think about anything other than how wet nâ warm you are.â Leaning in for a soft kiss, you wrap both legs around his waist and slip your fingers into his hair.
Your body feels so heavy from exhaustion but you donât want him to stop. It feels too good to have his warm, heavy body pressing you into the mattress. Whilst his heavy cock fills up your sore, sensitive and soaking wet pussy.
Choso mummers, âYou can handle a bit more canât ya?â Picking up his pace, your body jolts, your cunt spams and your eyes water when his hard cock head hits your bruised cervix.
Seeing the tears Choso softens his thrusts, restraining himself. âIâve been so rough on her havenât I? Youâve been doing so well, please let me help you cum one more time, we can do this lil mama.â He begs as if you arenât fucked too stupid to answer him back.
He pushes your leg by your side and leans back to admire how your soft cunt takes his thick, long cock. Your soft lips wrapping around him, so wet, soft, and slightly swollen. Your beautiful pussy is such a pretty color against the paleness of his cock.
There isnât an aspect of your body, expression and voice Choso isnât obsessed with.
Steadily stroking your soft clit with his large thumb. âYou look so hot cumming on my cock, please cum one more time?â He lets the headboard go, sliding his large hand over your beautiful body, touching you gently whilst wrecking your pussy.
Grabbing his hard, thick bisceps and digging your nails in whilst crying his name. âNnnn! Choooohh!â Soaking Chosoâs thick cock, your warm thick cum soaks the bed.
Chosoâs smoldering dark eyes widen, âFuuck make a mess on my cock lil that. Fuck I wanna!â His body trembles as he fights not to fuck you harder.
Itâs all you can muster to plea, âHarder!â Choso flips you over without sliding out, wrapping his arm around your waist whilst holding onto your hip. Choso lifts you off the bed, holding you to his chest and stroking your clit as he gets off the bed.
He gently reminds you, âRemember to use the safe word if itâs too much.â Holding you by your waist he slowly drags his cock out till his fat head is tugging on your soaking wet cunt.
Choso pulls you back to meet his hard thrusts. Your body jolts as you cry out reach back and grabbing his wrist. âI love how soft, beautiful, wet and warm you are. Nâ I can't get enough of hearing you moan, seeinâ my cock sink into your cunt, stretching her out.â Choso roughly bounces you on his thick, veiny cock.
He groans, âYour sloppy wet cunt is as loud as are, so messy nâ wet after squirting so hard on my cock. Nnn fuck Iâve missed you so much, not seeing you all day is torture.â He reaching so deep, you swear youâre feeling Chosoâs long, thick cock underneath your belly button.
Youâre fighting to string a full sentence together in between moans. âIt was ooonnânnn! On-ly seven girlâs houuures Nnn fuck youâre so deep! Fuck!â He presses your face and chest against the wall, keeping your back arches with a hand on your lower back.
Choso leans down groaning in your ear, âI love hearing your creamy cunt talk to me. I think she missed me just as much.â He bites your shoulder softly whilst roughly fucking your creamy cum stuffed cunt, Choso slides his large hand along your arched back grabbing a handful of your hair.
Squeezing your hip, âYou look like doll, all fucked out and limp.â Clenching Chosoâs cock when he most in your ear. âI know she so sore yet she grippinâ me like she wants me to cum in ya again even though youâve cummed six times so far.â Your cheeks clap, your cunt squelches and your legs give out the wall and his grasp keeping you upright.
Lifting you off the wall, and turning you around with slipping his cock our. Laying you on your back on the soft bed, âOne more time for the last grueling hour I spent alone, even then then I don't want to stop.â Choso folds you into a mating press to watch your sloppy wet cunt take his pale, thick, veiny cock.
Your soft lips look so beautiful covered in thick white cream, a mixture of his and your cum. âYouâre so fuckinâ beautiful, hold on just a little more, I know youâre getting tired. Iâll hold you while you sleep after I cum in you.â Choso softly kisses your forehead.
âSheâs getting so tight. I wonder could your sweet lilâ cunt can cum while youâre sleeping.â His eyes shift from violet to a glowing pink. âFuck!â His body shutters with restraint as he fucks you faster but not harder. âI know you can only handle so much, I should stop soon but-â your soft cunt spams squeezing Choso and wrecking his train of thought.
You slur together, âdonâtstopwanna help-nnnn with yourrr rut.â Thick tears drip down your face as Choso whines, two teeth elongating into sharp fangs.
You tilt your head aside and he kisses your tears off your cheeks. âThatâs it beautiful, let it out cry from cumming so hard on my cock.â teeth in. Sweet pain laces in with the intoxicating pleasure of his cock filling your sore, soaking wet cunt.
You canât move on your own, your body is too heavy. Your eyes wonât say open. He quickly pulls away, licking the blood seeping from the bite. You shiver meekly as he slides his large warm hands down along your waist and hips, grabbing your thighs.
He lifts you off the bed without breaking his rough, quirk pace. You feel weightless in his grasp as he wraps his arm around your waist. Softly laying you in the center of the bed, with your head on a pillow.
Sweetly kissing your cheek, Choso groans, âIâm a nasty pervert, obsessed with your soft thighs, pretty tits and wet cunt. I wanna fuck more cum into you.â
The softness of the pillow beneath your head, the coziness of the bed and the exhaustion from taking Chosoâs cock is too much. The last thing you feel is his warm cum as you pass out.
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âNn! Wrong hole!â Itâs too late Satoru is in your ass. Itâs a strange but interesting feeling him slip out, tugging on your ass. Itâs a mixture of pleasure and pain that you want to explore.
âWait,â your body burns and youâre grateful you are facing the bed instead of him. âYou can fuck my ass.â He roughly smacks your ass, squeezing your sore, jiggly cheek.
âFuck that sounds so hot, say it again.â He crouches behind you and bites your ass. Slipping two slender fingers into your dripping wet cunt, slowly stroking your g-spot making your legs tremble.
Grabbing his sheets whilst pleading, âI wanna fuck my ass on your cock till I canât move anymore! You can cum in my ass.â He pumps his fingers faster and groans letting your cheek go.
Satoru licks the imprint his teeth left. âGood lilâ slut.â Slipping his fingers out, you can hear him noisily sucking them clean. Pushing your hips back when he glides his tongue between your lips.
Satoru admits, âI havenât been able to stop thinking about cumming in you since I saw you. Iâm not gonna wanna stop with your ass, your cunt is begging for it.â Roughly hitting your sore cheeks with his large palm.
Satoru digs his fingers into your juggling fat. âHold you wrist behind your back for me to tie together.â
He walks off to get silk ribbon and a vibrator which he holds up to show you. âSomething for your clit while I fuck your soft ass into a gapping cum filled mess.â Smirking at you, with his white hair slicked back, a few stands hanging in his blue eyes.
âLetâs get a little kinky.â He looks so beautiful standing there, slim yet muscular build is so well sculpted. You want you run your hands over all of him. But mostly you want his long, pretty cock that stands up eager for attention.
A smile creeps onto your face, âWhat about some knife play?â He walks over with the silk and toy, setting the latter on the bed. The silence is crushing, making you squirm slightly.
He leans over yo, talking low in your ear, âWith the nasty warnings on the smut you read in public told me what type of pervert slut you are.â Tying your wrist behind your back.
âI always wondered if you touch yourself while reading, or if itâs like foreplay before you masturbate?â Biting your shoulderand pinning you still with some of his weight. It feels good to have Satoruâs massive body crushing you into the bed. With his soft warm skin and hard muscules against you.
Taking a moment before you can respond in a steady voice, âDepends on how much the fic makes my pussy throb.â Satoru pulls away to laugh, smacking your pussy, smirking when you jolt.
Satoru goes to get a ghost face mask and knife, âSpeaking of fics, one gave me a new kink, I already wear a mask all day so why not switch out what Iâm wearing.â
He wiggles the mask, âI remember this one was mentioned in a kinkobter fic. I like having a whole month dedicated to being the biggest whore you can be. That is what it is?â He slips the ghost face mask on.
You decide, âClose enough, please come play with my clit n ass! I wanna be a cock drunk whore, weâre talking too much.â He points the knife at you, wiggling it threateningly then he slips the ghostface mask on.
Grabbing a bottle of lube before walking up behind you. You can hear the bottle open and lube squirt out. Glance over your shoulder to watch Satoru touch himself. He softly ruts his his hips with a soft whine as he swirl his slender fingers over his gorgeous cock.
You didnât think you could find a cock so damn sexy till you saw Satoruâs. With his soft pink cock head and intimidating length. You know his cock is going to be addicting the l way he could softly stretch and fill you up.
Spreading your legs apart he lines his cock up to give your asshole just the tip. Whilst carefully rubbing your clit with the cool flat of the blade. The scary thrill of the knife near somewhere so sensitive gets your cunt dripping.
He slowly drags the knife along your thigh, grabbing the toy. With a click it springs to life. Satoru glides another inch in as he holds the toy to your clit, swirling it slowly.
Softly rolling his hips giving your sensitive, tight ass more, crooning, âYou can handle it, canât you?â Your jaw drops and your brows furrow as your toes curl.
You unable to answer Satoru, âI-I nnnn! Innnahhh! Satoru!â the strange pleasure of having your ass fucked along with having your clit played with is too much to comprehend.
Crying, âMy ass! Youâre! Nnn!â Satoru really is fucking your ass! The first time with your long time crush and itâs there! Heâs going to be able to cum in you. The second it crosses youâre mind itâs all you can whine.
Youâre mindlessly confessing and begging, your eyes stinging. âPlease cum in me! I wanna feel your warm cum! I touch myself thinking of what it would be like to feel your cock twitching inside me before you spill. Please!â You sloppy wet cunt is dripping thick creamy slick down to your cock stuffed ass.
Satoruâs low breathy groans are pornagraphic.âI jerked off this morning thinking about seeinâ my cum drip out of your pretty cunt.â He swirls the knife around your soft nipple. âThe way I want to slut you out, objectify you then treat you like a princess afterwards.â
Rubbing the toy on your clit faster as he goes balls deep. He slides the knife down your stomach, getting off on seeing you squirm. With your breasts pushed in the air by the soft arch in your back.
He groans at the sight of seeing his pale pink cockhead tugging on your asshole. So close to slipping out, rolling his hips, his abs flexing as he drives his cock in deep with a smooth, quick thrust.
Your ass is getting looser taking his cock easier as the tense leaves your body and you melt beneath him. With your eyes watering.
Satoru tosses the knife to the side to stuffs his two slender fingers in. âKeep looking at me like that beautiful nâ find out what happens. Shit, Iâll wash up come back and wreck your soft cunt, fill you up twice.â He curls his fingers, fucking your softly squelching cunt.
Clenching his fingers when he finds that spot that has a overwhelming wave of intense pleasure overcomes you. Making your thighs tremble and your hips jerk back.
Satoru leans down, taking up most of your vision with his ghost face mask and his wide shoulders. âCum, you can do it, focus on my fingers in your cunt, my cock in your ass and your toy on your clit.â Tears trickle down your face as you squirt on his fingers. Your soft cunt spams, as Satoru keeps his pace and fucks your ass harder.
The way Satoru growls, âFuck me!â Shouldnât be so hot in how feral, possessive and needy he sounds. âThat it lil mama cry cause I made you squirt too hard, make a fuckin mess and scream my name. Nnnn keep looking at me like that and see what happens.â
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âI thought no one was home, I only meant to crash on your sofa then dip before sunrise.â Leaning over you, with his large gloved hand splayed on the wall next to you. âYouâre not my normal type.â Holding the knife to your cheek.
Your voice trembles, âI know your victim type, Iâve been following along. I-I donât blame you, what came out about everyoneâs whose houses and laptops theyâve searched, is horrific.â Youâre tense with anticipation. âThere is a guest room, and left over food in the fridge, you can use my shower Iâll stay in the living room.â
âHa, so you see it my way, they deserved it.â He softly drags the knife along your neck, leaning down invading what little personal space you have left. Heâs so close, smelling of thick cigarette smoke and copper.
Glancing from his blood splattered ghost mask, to his large chest, his worn black shirt clinging to his pecs and abs. âIs there anything else you need?â A dark happy trail peaking out the bottom of his shirt catches your attention along with what it leads too. Heâs shamelessly hard, his black sweats hiding nothing.
He drags the knife up your neck to your chin, tilting your head up to look at his face. âDepends does that offer have anything to do with the way youâve been looking at me? If it does ...â He steps back to lean against the back of your sofa. He gestures up and down your body with his knife.
Ordering you. âTake your shirt off, your sexy underwear stays on.â Slipping your shirt and underwear off, he points down at the ground with the knife causing you to kneel at his feet.
Nudging your legs around with his boot, âHands behind your back, use your hands and Iâll smack you across the face.â Softly dragging the knife along your bottom lip. âSuch a pretty mouth, that little tremble in your bottom lip when youâre scared is hot.â
He holds the knife to your throat. âDo I scare you still?âHe pushes his sweatpants down, letting his heavy cock hang out. Heâs so thick, with two puffy veins and a fat cockhead wet with pre-cum.
âYes, you could change your mind out of worry of getting caught but Iâm too horny to think too logically.â His balls are big and look so damn suckable, looking up at his masked face. âI want you to fuck me like Iâmma a slut.â He slips his boot in between your legs, and you cave instantly grinding your clothed cunt on his shoe.
Lifting his shoe adding some pressure to your cunt. âLike?! Youâre nothing but a slut, grinding on me youâre no different than a bitch in heat. Iâll stuff your needy cunt nâ depending on how well ya take my cock, you might be mine be my new play thing.â
Setting the knife next to himself, and grabbing a fistful of your hair. âPlease Iâm so wet cause of you, fold me in two, I donât care if I walk tomorrow.â He groans grabbing his cock with a gloved hand, lining it up with your parting lips. Gliding his cock in your warm with mouth with a husky groan.
âFuck this is hot, seeing you hump my boot while I'm fuckin your throat.â His balls hit your chin with each quick, gagging thrust. Whilst his firm grasp on your hair keeps you from moving your head. âFor being a honest whore for Iâll make sure you cum.â
Cupping his large balls he pulls his cock out and slaps you. Straightening your face out with your hair. âI warned you, but that did feel nice touch my balls again.â Holding his balls while grinding your hips, rubbing your clit along the smooth leather.
You quickly plead, âSlap me again please.â He softly rubs your sore cheek then lands another sharp, stinging hit. You wince and moan, squeezing his shoe with your thighs.
Mocking you, âSlap me again please! Youâre killing me.â Tilting his head to the side, the simple action with his mask on shouldn't turn you on so much.
He roughly pulls your hair and orders, âKeep begging me to hurt and fuck you.â
Stroking his cock next to your face whilst you beg, âSmack my ass till itâs too sore for me to lay on. Please daddy fuck me however you need to.â Pulling you onto your feet by your hair, shoving you over the back of the sofa.
Demanding, âYouâre thinking with your pussy aren't you? What am I?â He smacks your clothed cunt with the flat of the blade making you jolt. Hitting your cunt harder with his gloved hand. âTell me before I stop and go jerk off in the shower.â Slowly dragging the knife along your soft lips. You have to fight every urge to move so the knife doesn't slip.
âDaddy!â Crying as he quickly cuts the back of your thighs, so close to your cunt. Smacking your both cheeks before cutting off your underwear.
Moaning out, âPlease lemme have your cock daddy.â Wiggling as he drags the knife along your soft cheek, blood seeping from the shallow cut. His covk throbs with the way you cry and writhe, the sofa and his body trapping you.
Smacking your stinging cheek, you can hear the cocky smirk in his voice. âYou need me that badly lilâ mama?â Gliding his wet cock in-between your soft thighs.
Yanking your head back by your hair and leaning over you. âFucking hell youâre a dirty slut wanting to be fucked by a stranger. Am I that hot, or are you that big of a whore?â His cock rubs yours lips and clit taunting you.
Youâre clenching nothing in desperate need to have his fat cock filling, stretching and rubbing your cunt till you cum on him. âI can feel her fluttering, squeezing nothinâ when you could be squeezing my cock.â
Your head is against his chest, his so big. You didn't know his name and havenât see but it doesn't matter. You want him to bounce you on his cock.
Begging him, âYes please daddy, Iâll call you whatever you want! You can stop by and use my cunt whenever you want. I need to cum on your big cock.â Squeezing your thighs together and whining in fustration
He lets your hair go to smack your cunt till your desperately twisting your hips away. Crying, your body shutters and your cunt is sharply stinging.
You whine, âYouâre so mean!â Your eyes are stinging and his hands are so rough when he grasp your hips. He yanks you into place and lines his cock up, nudging his cock past your lips. Roughly slamming his hips forward whilst yanking your body back.
He rasps, âItâs making you wetter isnât it?â Choking you with a gloved hand and squeezing your hip. Lifting your off your feet, heâs holding you in the air by your throat and hip, effectively ruining any attempts to run away.
Rhythmically bounce you on his cock, using your pussy like a flesh light. Whilst angrily rutting his hips. Itâs like heâs mad at you even though heâs the one who broke into your house.
Youâre a dirty slut who folded at the first sight of his broad muscular chest and slutty waist in the clingiest black shirt youâve ever see. Clenching his cock and biting your bottom lip. It feels good to be a mindless whore if this is what it gets you.
Digging your nails into the sofa when he croons, âWhat this? You were just begging for me to fuck you. Donât tell me your lilâ sloppy cunt canât handle my fat cock?â He relaxes his grasp but ruts into you hard, pouring his frustration into each thrust.
âI can! Fuck me however you want! I donât care how angry it feels!â He lifts you off the sofa, grabbing your thighs, folding your legs and clasping his large hands behind the back of your neck.
âAngry? I suppose I am nâ itâs fun taking it out on your sloppy cunt. Iâm reaching so fuckin deep, you can feel that canât ya?â He rocks his hips harder bruising your cervix and making your pussy spasm from the intensity.
You canât think with the way heâs fucking you like he hates you, bullying your sloppy cunt. All you can do is cream on his fat cock. He sneers âReally? Youâre cumming that fuckinâ easily?â Your cheeks along with your throat burn.
Unclasping his hand from behind your neck, squeezing your thigh and stroking your clit. âToo stupid to answer already? Nâ I just started.â Each stroke from his finger is too much, sending off a firework of intense overstimulating pleasure.
Fat tears roll down your cheek as you babble, âToo much! Toooooo much daddysâ cock âs too much! My clit I canât! I wanna! Donât stop!â Itâs like you canât come down from the incredible high of cumming.
He grunts, âThere we fuckinâ go! Donât want ya to get all shy nâ quiet on me now after you were humping my boot.â Stroking your clit faster, keeping the pressure the same. âLetâs see how many times I can make you cum in one night before you canât anymore.â
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Jason Todd has a raging size kink. He tries not to make it too obvious in public, tries to pretend that he doesn't notice how standing next to you really highlights just how large he really is. But it's always on his mind, always front and center, even when he doesn't want it to be.
He'll have a hand on your back as he ushers you through crowded parts of Gotham, trying not to think about how large his hands are and how one of them can cup an entire asscheek when he's fucking you.
He grabs things off of tall shelves at grocery stores when you can't reach them. Comes up behind you and picks them up with ease while he's pressed into you from behind. He's peering down at you, a soft grin on his face as he thinks about you on your knees, struggling to take him in your mouth.
When you're playing twister at a Wayne family function, and you end up falling on each other during a wrong move, he watches you break out into a fit of laughs while he turns red in the face. Not from embarrassment, he couldn't care less about that, but because the first thought that popped into his head as you were pinned under him was how much he wished you could stay there.
For a split second, an image is projected into his mind of you squirming beneath him as he puts all of his weight on you. All 200+ pounds keeping you firmly in place as he fucks you good and deep just how you like.
He's scrambling to get off of you now; a shade of crimson akin to the one he dons at night colors the visible parts of his body, and he clears his throat awkwardly as he helps you to your feet.
"In hindsight, he should've played with one of us," Dick says from the couch. He's gesturing toward you when he continues, "he's just too big in comparison. Throw's everything off."
Jason doesn't hear the second part. His ears start ringing the moment he's reminded that everyone else is aware of how big he is next to you, and he's very quickly calculating how many more rounds of twister he has to go before the two of you can politely duck out and head home for a more...intimate version of the game.
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OBSESSED with the whole american x 141 man combo. smut ahead!
Not necessarily giving up your identity when you move out of the US, just wanting to explore different cultures and see new things. Then you meet one of the boys, maybe itâs Kyle or Johnny, and they introduce you to your actual, literal husband within a week of knowing you. And Simon Riley isnât a bad guy, they tell you, just a little rough around the edges. And youâre young, in a new country, you flew on a plane for the first time to get here and it didnât go down so you feel invincibleâ and you fuck Simon Riley.Â
The mask isnât even in the equation, he wonât wear it when heâs not on a mission or on base, and heâs got a scar on his cheek thatâs textured when you grab his face and kiss him. He tastes like bourbon. You taste like vodka and lime. He lays you down on your hotel mattress and spreads your legs and calls you love while heâs fucking you.Â
âFuck, lovie, like that. Take it like that.â you thought maybe the accent would make it too funny to be sexy but there might be something to be said about pavlovâs dog and the bell hereâŚ.Â
Heâs so big and so on top of you and heâs pushing your legs to your chest to pin you underneath him while he fucks you. You feel sorry for the other people on the floor the next morning but in moment all you can think is Simon, Simon, Simon and all you can do is beg him donât stop, donât stop, donât stop��Â
Youâre so happy you got your IUD before you started traveling.Â
Simon says sometimes he thinks he did it in the wrong order. You fucked and then he took you out to dinner. You tell him sometimes you wish he would have let you ride him that night. He remedies your wishes immediately, all the time.Â
Did you know thereâs only one Taco Bell in all of England? You crave chalupaâs so intensely that you once rode a train for an hour and a bus for three just to have the worst Taco Bell of your life. Did you know that almost 50% of Americans own a gun or are proficient with one? Color 141 the most surprised theyâve ever been when you go to a gun range while theyâre stationed in Texas and Simon tries to teach you gun safety but you correct him the entire time.Â
âI used to go hunting with my dad, Si, I know this.â and then you have decently good grouping thatâs just a little to the left and Johnny tries to show you how itâs really done andâ misses entirely.Â
âIs that how itâs done, Johnny?â you taunt, smiling so cheekily that Simon canât keep his own smile off his face.Â
âListen up, bonnie, Iâve done more training-âÂ
âDoesnât seem like it to me.â you mumble. Simon swear he can see the steam coming out of Johnnyâs ears.Â
âLass, so help me God, if you donât-âÂ
âPoor baby, Johnny,â you frown, still taunting him, your hips sway as you walk up to him and take his face into your hands, âDid you get beat in a shooting contest by a civvie? Will you live to see another day?â You shake his head in your hands and Johnny goes red for a completely different reason than his pride and anger. Johnnyâs hands twitch, Simon can see him reaching for your sides as you release his face and step away from him. Soon, Simon wants to tell him, sheâs going to tell you soon.
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How to Make Your Writing Less Stiff Part 3
Crazy how one impulsive post has quickly outshined every other post I have made on this blog. Anyway hereâs more to consider. Once again, I am recirculating tried-and-true writing advice that shouldnât have to compromise your author voice and isnât always applicable when the narrative demands otherwise.
Part 1
Part 2
1. Eliminating to-be verbs (passive voice)
Am/is/are/was/were are another type of filler that doesnât add anything to your sentences.
There were fireworks in the sky tonight. /// Fireworks glittered in the sky tonight.
My cat was chirping at the lights on the ceiling. /// My cat chirped at the lights on the ceiling.
She was standing /// She stood
He was running /// He ran
Also applicable in present tense, of which Iâve been stuck writing lately.
There are two fish-net goals on either end of the improvised field. /// Two fish-net goals mark either end of the improvised field.
For once, itâs a cloudless night. /// For once, the stars shine clear.
Sometimes the sentence needs a little finagling to remove the bad verb and sometimes you can let a couple remain if it sounds better with the cadence or syntax. Generally, theyâre not necessary and you wonât realize how strange it looks until you go back and delete them (it also helps shave off your word count).
Sometimes the to-be verb is necessary. You're writing in past-tense and must convey that.
He was running out of time does not have the same meaning as He ran out of time, and are not interchangeable. You'd have to change the entire sentence to something probably a lot wordier to escape the 'was'. To-be verbs are not the end of the world.
2. Putting character descriptors in the wrong place
I made a post already about motivated exposition, specifically about character descriptions and the mirror trope, saying character details in the wrong place can look odd and screw with the flow of the paragraph, especially if you throw in too many.
She ties her long, curly, brown tresses up in a messy bun. /// She ties her curls up in a messy brown bun. (bonus alliteration too)
Generally, I see this most often with hair, a terrible rule of threes. Eyes less so, but eyes have their own issue. Eye color gets repeated at an exhausting frequency. Whatever you have in your manuscript, you could probably delete 30-40% of the reminders that the love interest has baby blues and readers would be happy, especially if you use the same metaphor over and over again, like gemstones.
He rolled his bright, emerald eyes. /// He rolled his eyes, a vibrant green in the lamplight.
To me, one reads like you want to get the character description out as fast as possible, so the hand of the author comes in to wave and stop the story to give you the details. Fixing it, my way or another way, stands out less as exposition, which is what character descriptions boil down toâsomething the audience needs to know to appreciate and/or understand the story.
3. Lacking flow between sentences
Much like sentences that are all about the same length with little variety in syntax, sentences that follow each other like a grocery list or instruction manual instead of a proper narrative are difficult to find gripping.
Jack gets out a stock pot from the cupboard. He fills it with the tap and sets it on the stove. Then, he grabs russet potatoes and butter from the fridge. He leaves the butter out to soften, and sets the pot to boil. He then adds salt to the water.
From the cupboard, Jack drags a hefty stockpot. He fills it with the tap, adds salt to taste, and sets it on the stove.
Russet potatoes or yukon gold? Jack drums his fingers on the fridge door in thought. Russetâthatâs what the recipe calls for. He tosses the bag on the counter and the butter beside it to soften.
This is just one version of a possible edit to the first paragraph, not the end-all, be-all perfect reconstruction. Itâs not just about having transitions, like âthenâ, itâs about how one sentence flows into the next, and you can accomplish better flow in many different ways.
4. Getting too specific with movement.
I donât see this super often, but when it happens, it tends to be pretty bad. I think it happens because writers feel the need to overcompensate and over-clarify on whatâs happening. Remember: The more specific you get, the more your readers are going to wonder whatâs so important about these details. This is fiction, so every detail matters.
A ridiculous example:
Jack walks over to his closet. He kneels down at the shoe rack and tugs his running shoes free. He walks back to his desk chair, sits down, and ties the laces.
Unless tying his shoes is a monumental achievement for this character, all readers would need is:
Jack shoves on his running shoes.
*quick note: Do not add "down" after the following: Kneels, stoops, crouches, squats. The "down" is already implied in the verb.
This also happens with multiple movements in succession.
Beth enters the room and steps on her shoelace, nearly causing her to trip. She kneels and ties her shoes. She stands upright and keeps moving.
Or
Beth walks in and nearly trips over her shoelace. She sighs, reties it, and keeps moving.
Even then, unless Beth is a chronically clumsy character or this near-trip is a side effect of her being late or tired (i.e. meaningful), tripping over a shoelace is kind of boring if it does nothing for her character. Miles Moralesâ untied shoelaces are thematically part of his story.
Sometimes, over-describing a characterâs movement is meant to show how nervous they areâoverthinking everything theyâre doing, second-guessing themselves ad nauseam. Or theyâre autistic coded and this is how this character normally thinks as deeply methodical. Or, youâre trying to emphasize some mundanity about their life and doing it on purpose.
If youâre not writing something where the extra details service the character or the story at large, consider trimming it.
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These are *suggestions* and writing is highly subjective. Hope this helps!
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close to home | s.r
pairing: spencer reid x reader
a/n: this has been rotting in my brain for days now i hope you enjoy the angsty comfort this brought me <3 my requests are open (guidelines in pinned!) or if you wanna just chat hop in my ask box :) gonna hopefully work on a smut fic in the next week so keep an eye out hehe
cw: angst, hurt/comfort, protective!spencer, afab!reader who uses she/her pronouns, non bau!reader, cm type violence, reader sustains injuries from unsub, vague description of injuries, maeve mentions, derek being a good friend, spencer being so in love with reader, this takes place probably a year after maeve, inconsistencies with tls and characters but who cares
wc: 2.4k
summary: the bau is working a local case when their unsub strikes again mid investigation, hotch tells reid and morgan to go check it out but spencer finds the address of the crime to be a little too familar
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whenever the bau has a case based in the dc area, itâs always a little easier on the team. familiar stomping grounds, ease of resources, no major time difference, and everyone can sleep in their own beds. the hard part about home cases is knowing thereâs a serial killer in the place they know deeply, with people they cared about deeply.
spencer and callahan are in the middle of the bullpen staring at the giant white board with all the evidence they have so far. the unsub has been killing women in their mid 20s in the local dc area, with the mo currently unknown. there had already been two victims, both killed in their homes. spencer was currently trying to analyze all the information the case had alongside with what garcia was able to provide, and he was still hitting a dead end. morgan had joined them at some point too, trying to offer what he could remember from the crime scenes but to no avail. he felt his eyes straining and dropping so he decided to get more coffee, but was stopped by hotch and garcia entering the bullpen.
âpolice just got a 911 call about a break in, but thereâs a witness this time. she was home when it happened and it looks like he didnât expect that and tried to knock her out before escaping. i think it sounds like our unsub. morgan and reid i need you to go check out the scene and interview the witness, see what she remembers.â hotch explained.
morgan and reid nodded as garcia spoke up, âi just sent the address to your phones, itâs a house on hillcrest so it's not that far from here.â
spencer froze. he had to have heard wrong, she did not say hillcrest, âdid you say hillcrest?â
âyeah hillcrest drive. itâs like, a 15 minute drive itâs not that bad.â
he felt his heart drop to his feet, a sinking feeling building in his gut. that was the street you lived on. he tried to ground himself with logic, the probability of it being your house is only 10%, but he was dreading asking the fated question.
âgarcia, whatâs the house number?â
âreid, i already sent it to your pho-â
âgarcia, what is the house number,â he spoke again.Â
please donât say 1159 please donât say 1159 please donât say-
â1159.â
fuck. the color drained from his face, and the nausea was building to a head quickly. spencer hurriedly tried to think through the last time he spoke to you, last night? this morning? he doesnât check on you as much as he does when heâs not on a case, but oh my god why canât he remember the last time he saw you.
âreid,â hotch bellows, finally breaking spencer out of his trance, âwhat is it? what do you know?â
he shook his head, ânothing. morgan, letâs go.â he grabbed his jacket and booked it out the door.
morgan, garcia, and hotch all looked at each other in concern, before morgan spoke up, âiâll see whatâs up.â the latter two nodded softly, though the worry didnât let up in their eyes.
morgan walked up to the car to find spencer repeatedly trying to call someone on the phone, clearly unable to get through and getting really frustrated.
spencer was alerted by morganâs presence hearing the car unlock but he didnât even look at him, just immediately got in the car and strapped his seat belt. morgan joined him in the drivers seat giving him a wary look before turning the car on and pulling out of the bureau.
âokay reid, spill it. itâs obvious you know who lives here.â morgan speaks up.
âjust drive, please.â
âbecause if you know something, something that could help the case, it would be helpful if we knew.â
âmorgan, just drive.â he borderline yells.
he raises his eyebrows at his raised voice, âlisten kid, iâm just trying to help you. i can see youâre upset but weâre on the same side, you know that.â
spencer takes a shaky breath, feeling another shade of guilt at yelling at one of his friends, for something he didnât even know about. heâd kept you a secret for many reasonsâ your relationship with him was still new, and he just wanted to keep you to himself for a bit. after what happened with maeve, he felt especially more responsible at keeping you safe and making sure you didnât get tangled up in his line of work.
some job he did of that.
the one thing he regrets about how he handled the maeve situation, was not asking for help until it was almost too late. for not doing anything about her stalker when he was part of one of the most famous fbi teams built to find people like that. heâd always live with that guilt, but he vowed not to do that with you.
he loved you so much. you were so kind, and smart, and beautiful. a breath of fresh air after feeling lost in a dark tunnel for so long. you were so understanding when he explained what he did for a living, and what had happened to him and people he cared about as a result. he still remembers what you said to him when he told you that you could have an out, if you wanted.
âany risk is worth taking if getting to be with you is the consolation prize.â
tears welled up in eyes thinking about the memory. if you were willing to take any risk, then he should be able to as well.
he cleared his throat, and morganâs ears perked up, âmy uh, my girlfriend lives there. where the unsub, at- attacked.â he voiced softly.
morgan looked at him for a beat while driving, spencer missing the way his face dropped. he tightened his hands on the wheels, and didnât hesitate to turn the lights and siren on and shift gears to speed up.
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the car pulled onto your street and the first thing spencer sees is the flashing light of the ambulances. morgan doesnât even put the car in park before spencerâs bolting out hoping he can find you quickly.
heâs asking all the paramedics heâs passing if theyâve seen you or know if youâre being treated, were you transferred to a hospital and he didnât know, the tunnel vision slowly overtaking him until he hears a voice breaking through like sunlight call out his name.
he whips his head in the direction he heard it come from, and heâs never been more grateful to be met with the beautiful sight of you. you watch his eyes widen and let out a sigh before running over to where you were sitting in the back of the ambulance. heâs definitely not thinking when he goes in to hug you, not even knowing the extent of your injuries. heâs overtaken by the desperate need to hold you in his arms so he knows youâre safe and okay.
âhi,â you choke out muffled, âfunny seeing you here.â
he pulls back to inspect your face, taking note of a small cut above your left eyebrow and the beginning splotches of a bruise forming on your lower jaw. his heart aches so much looking at you, knowing what happened to you and who did this to you.
âhi, honey,â he lets out tearfully, âare you okay? i mean, of course youâre not. but what did the paramedics say? did they give you anything? are you sure they checked all your injuries? you know what, let me go call the guy over. iâll be literally two seconds.â his panicked ramble fading off as he rounds the truck youâre sat in to find the emt.
upon his extensive questioning of the man who treated you, he found out that you had sustained a minor concussion from when the unsub swung at you with an umbrella, superficial cuts caused by a broken vase you threw to defend yourself, and a dislocated shoulder from getting shoved into the wall.
you were okay, but at what cost.
the emt leaves you two and spencer sits himself next to you on the rig. he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you as tight as he can and the other hand cradles your head into the crook of his neck, holding you so tight heâs hoping he can squeeze the bad memories out of you. itâs at this moment of feeling safe and sound in his arms when the adrenaline of your attack wears off.
spencer hears a small whimper and feels a few hot tears trickle down his neck, your breathing gets faster as youâre attempting to beat your bodyâs fear response. the slow build up of sobs starting to rack your chest, and he immediately holds you tighter.
âitâs over, baby, they wonât hurt you anymore. i promise.â
you sniffle, âi know, i just canât believe this happened. to me, to us. itâs not fair to you.â trailing off the last two words.
âto me? wh- what do you mean?â
you take a deep breath, âi donât mean to bring it up again, i just know how eerily similar this is to a past experience youâve had. and i hoped that i wouldnât be in a position to make you feel that way again. i donât know why this happened, i'm sorry.â
he looked down at you incredulously. genuinely unable to believe that you were sitting next to him on an ambulance, beaten up with bruises and scars after a home invasion attack, worried about how he would feel when he got to you. it was enough to finally let the swell of tears saved up in his eyes fall.
âoh sweetheart,â he chokes out, realizing youâve been trying to be brave for him this whole time, âwhat happened is not your fault, do you understand me? my job is to always worry about you and your safety. when garcia said the address iâŚi couldnât even process it, i donât even know how i got to the car,â he shook his head, âbut i am the last person you need to push your emotions down for. i will always take them in stride and love you even more for that, okay?â
âokay,â you take a shaky breath, âi love you.â
âi love you.â he leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.
both of your heads look up at an approaching figure, who you quickly recognize to be ssa derek morgan. you knew spencer hadnât told the team about you yet, so you tried to sit up independently as fast as you could before he came over and suspected something.
spencerâs grip didnât let up when he bent down and whispered, âitâs okay, he knows.â you look up at him with wide eyes when derek finally reaches you.
âreid, i already talked to the detectives and weâre good to go when youâre ready,â he turns his body to you and gives you a comforting smile, âhi sweetheart, iâm derek morgan, itâs nice to meet you.â
spencer rolls his eyes at the nickname while you giggle softly, âhi derek, iâve heard so much about you. it's nice to finally meet you too.â
âi wish it were under better circumstances,â he sighs, âlisten, i know itâs all still really fresh for you, but it might help the case if youâre able to come in for a cognitive interview, or even talk to a sketch artist.â
spencer doesnât miss a beat before protesting, âabsolutely not. we can do it later, itâs fine.â
âreid-â
you look up at him placing your hand on his chest, âspence, itâs okay. i want to help, please.â
he rests his hand on top yours and gives it a light squeeze, âokay, but iâm not leaving you alone for a second.â
âi didnât think you would.â you smile.
âalright lovebirds, you can have your private time later, we should go now.â derek teases.
spencer groans, âsee this is why i didnât say anything.â
âyou think iâm bad? wait till penelope meets her.â
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the three of you pile into the car before starting the drive to spencerâs apartment so he could get you a change of clothes and other things you might need. you end up falling asleep in the back seat, the final stage of your shock sinking in like a rock. spencer checks on you from the rear view mirror and sees you passed out, and smiles.
âsheâs cute,â derek starts, âcan i ask how long?â
ânine months.â he replies, fishing for something out of his pocket.
âpretty boy hid a girl from all of us for nine months? maybe weâre not as good profilers as we thought.â
âimagine that,â he laughs, and gestures to the item in his hand, âlook.â
spencerâs holding out a well loved photo booth strip with three pictures, of you and spencer from the time you went to a local county fair. youâre sitting in his lap, mostly due to the cramped space and the expansive limbs. the first picture is the two of you holding up finger guns attempting to be as back to back as you can. the second picture, you intended it to be a normal one where you both smile at the camera, but spencer couldnât take his eyes off you and the picture captured the love struck gaze he had on you. the last one you were about to tell him the idea for it, when he grabbed your face and pulled you closer to kiss you, neither of you knowing when the final picture snapped.
the edges were worn out and frayed, clearly broken down by the oils on his fingers from pulling it out frequently. it was his most treasured item, a constant reminder of what was always waiting for him when he got back from grueling cases, and how lucky he was to have you in his life.
âyou look really happy, kid.â derek says, thinking about the many times heâs seen his friend at rock bottom, the things that have been so brutally taken from him, and the suffering heâs had at the hands of his job. his heart warms for his friend, who seemed to finally catch a break.
âi am.â
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI â° 10:32
You tell Bakugou once that you donât know how to take the train home, and he almost blasted your ears off with semi-yelling (or full-on yelling at some point) insults.Â
âHah?â He scoffs, eyes narrowing. This information is new to him, and a surprising one at that.Â
You? The nerd that always bested him when it came to academics, which pissed him off the first few months in U.A.? The person who was not only book smart but was street and people smart as well?Â
The whole goddamn package doesnât know how to take the train?
Really?
Heâs calling bull.
âWhat do you mean you donât know how to take the train home? What kind of idiot doesnât know that?â
âI justââ youâre abashed and really donât know what to say, âI didnât reallyâ Iâve never had the chance to take one until now!â For a consistent honors student, you canât really have everything, can you?
âHowâve you been getting to school and back, then?â
âWe had a driverââ
âFuckinâ courseââ
âBut hey! Listenâin my defenseâmy schools were usually a walking distance from our house.â
âAnd now what? Gonna stand here and wait for a miracle to happen?â
You nudge his side with a frustrated frown (more like a pout, Bakugou thinks.) âQuit it, asshole.â
He backtracks briefly, though you could barely tell at this point. And itâs clear enough that he takes your words into consideration. It could be the fact that you actually look scared shitless right now, something foreign to your typical lax and carefree persona.
âCâmon.â Bakugou grabs you by the arm.
âOwâ hey! Where are we going?â
âYou have to learn somehow, or else youâll look fuckinâ clueless and dumb, nerd.â
You donât argue because you really just wanted to get home, and while you could just call in your driver, you considered that this was important information that would help you in the long run. Besides, you do agree with Bakugou that not knowing how to commute like this is embarrassing, especially at your age.
âWhatâs this?âÂ
Bakugou hands you a card. Itâs decorated with a minimalist logo of Musutafuâs native flower, whose color is your favorite.
âAn IC card,â he simply answers.
Itâs cute, you thought. You noticed how the other commuters had the standard design, so Bakugou must've gotten it personalized to your preference. How thoughtful.
âYou couldâve just helped me get a ticket, though,â you murmur. You fiddle with the card in your hand, glancing at him with a puzzled expression. âI donât think Iâll be using this card that often. Itâll be a waste.â
âThen try and use it as often as you can, nerd.â
âIâll pay you back for thisâhow much was it?â
âForget it.â
âReally, Bakââ
âForget it,â he barks. âKeep up, you shitty extra. Or else youâd miss the last train to your station.â Bakugou starts walking, and you follow suit.
You can load your IC card at the ticket machines or the nearest ATMs. Different stations call for different ticket gates that obviously have different fares. The expiration of cards usually depends on what provider you got them fromâ
âWhat do I do now?â
Youâre hesitantly in front of the ticket gate, with Bakugou on the other side. Youâre like a kid whoâs lost their mother in the mall.
âJustââ Bakugou had to take a deep breath and not make a scene in the train station. He pinched the bridge of his nose, calling for all his ancestors to give him the strength to remain patient.
âPlace your shitty card on the card reader. Thatâs it.â
You do as youâre taught, and you awed when the gates opened and let yourself walk through with a stupidly big smile on your face. âI did it!â
Bakugou thinks itâs fucking stupid of him to think that your enthusiasm for mundane things was cute. But fuck, something must be wrong with him because suddenly he feels a flurry of butterflies lodged in his throat, his heart beating ridiculously fast.Â
âYeah, yeah, whatever.âÂ
He gives you directions, how to navigate through Musutafu without getting lost, and the basic stations youâll be passing by to get to your station. He sees you type most of the things he says on your phone, and the way you were so eager to learn was a sight to see, really.
Boarding the metro, people were just as eager to get home as you two. So you two stood, not that there was much room to do anything about it.
âHold onto the handle unless you want to fall on your ass,â Bakugou says. His tone is hushed to not disturb the other passengers. At least he followed basic commuting etiquette.Â
âItâs so beautiful,â you breathe out. The passing buildings were as huge as those of U.A.âs, if not bigger. With the golden hue of the apparent descent of the sun below the horizon, Musutafu just became more beautiful in your eyes.
He scoffs.
âWhatâs so interestinâ about a buncha tacky buildings? Never seen one before you came here?â
âOf course I have; theyâre just not like this.â
Bakugou follows your line of sight, and he thinks about it carefully. He couldnât see what you saw, but maybe itâs because he grew up looking at this scenery. It doesnât amaze him as much as it did when he was younger, he concludes. To you, this was a first.Â
An experience that could become a core memory in this city. And heâs with you as you live through it. The thought causes a familiar feeling of pride to exude from his chest.
Maybe heâll learn to appreciate more mundane things with you too in the future.
The train stops at another station, and the people scurry out. Once in motion, you were surprised by the speed when it took off, and the motion had you stumbling back. You stumble against Bakugou.
âWhat did I say about keeping a firm hold on the handles, you shitty extra? Thatâs what those are for.â Whether itâs by instinct or unintentional, Bakugou guides your hand to hold onto the support pole. He doesnât let go, and you didnât make a comment about it.
âSorry! Still getting used to it,â you quietly laugh. âI hope the people here donât think Iâm really that inexperienced when it comes to taking the metro home,â you told him. âItâs embarrassing to think that I havenât taken one until now.â
Bakugou thinks itâs alright because you were actually on set to learn. No matter what those other extras say or comment, no matter if they give you unimpressed glances, heâs there to grant them one of his own spine-chilling glares if they had the balls to do so.Â
A passenger who appeared to be around your age stood up from his seat. âExcuse me, you can take my seat. I get off at the next stop,â he says. Youâre a bit hesitant to take the offer, but he reassures you that itâs fine. Itâll be an awkward death for you if you donât accept it, because now heâs standing. âPlease, I insist.â
Unknown to you, Bakugou had an obvious scowl on his face until the stranger left.
âYou look like youâre about to shit yourself.â
âShut up, Iâm not.â
âJealous?â
âHah? Why would I beââ
âShh!â you kicked his shoe with yours.
âQuiet, remember?â
Bakugou rolls his eyes, still frowning. You hold his free hand, cheekily smiling when he tries to free it from your hold. And in the end, he lets you do whatever the fuck it is that you want, but he would never ever admit that he was jealous of some nameless extra. Heâs too far into liking you to help you board a train, get you a personalized IC card, miss his stop two stations ago because yours was still three stations after his, but he doesnât think heâd be vocal about it anytime soon.
Heâll leave it to you to confess.
Then again, you already knew.
Bakugou Katsuki would not go above and beyond like this for anyone else, but he unknowingly does for you.
SEUMYO Š 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.
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Sevika with a Chubby S/o pt.2
Sevika is a very jealous and prideful individual. she doesnât take kindly to others that try to take you away from her
when Finn tried to get you close to him, she killed half his goons as a warning
teaches you basic self defense, how to use your body as an advantage in combat
ended with both of you making out on the practice mats
gave you a knife and handgun as a birthday present
all your clothing is automatically hers as well. loves wearing your shirts and hoodies when running errands
Sevika has MASSIVE hips, she doesnât like them that much because pants never fit her waist right. but you love them!
and you also donât like when pants highlight your underbelly. if she sees your belly in any capacity sheâs grabbing that thing like a vice
uses your stuff before you ever get to. that new Piltovan skin care you got? Sevika gives it 10/10
eats all your snacks, even the healthy ones that taste âlike cardboardâ
the scar on her temple gets sensitive with the cold, uses your tummy as a heating pad when cuddling
one of Sevikaâs love languages is bringing you fresh vegetables and fruit she smuggled from overseas
seeing your eyes sparkle in delight as you eat the sweet fruits makes her love her shitty job a little more
she got your nickname âpeachâ because of your love of fruit (and your fat ass)
if there is a place on earth that can be considered hell is when your periods sync up. Both in pain and grumpy.
when itâs just you, she gives you princess treatment (more than usual). even going as far as making homemade soup
i believe Sevika doesnât get her period as frequently as she used to. mainly thanks to the amount of Shimmer she uses
Shimmer is the reason you almost had a terrible fall out. it was doing your woman more harm than good. making her extremely aggressive to the point where she threw and broke the matching clay mugs you gave her as an anniversary present. you spent almost two months making them
all of this because you threw away her last Shimmer supply. you just couldnât she her like that anymore
you sobbed as you collected the pieces of the floor. so preciously putting them on your lap as she just watched in horror. Sevika had never seen you so broken. What had she done?
Sevika kneeled in front of you trying to make everything right. picking up little colorful shards of the floor. but you pushed her onto her feet. you pointed at the door.
âGet outâŚâ
âPeach, please Iââ
âGet the fuck out Sevika!â
she spend the next few weeks crashing in Silcoâs office. drinking her sorrows away. while going cold turkey off Shimmer
remembering your soft cheeks stained with tears and trembling shoulders. she never had seen you so angry
once she had the courage (and by that I mean Silco and Jinx kicking her out for beign love sick) to come back home, she didnât grasp how much she actually needed your love
it was a positive sign that you let her in. like a silent âprove me wrongâ
you made her sleep on the couch for weeks. ignoring all Sevikaâs attempts of affection. walking away when she got too close, not drinking the coffee she made for you in the mornings, covering your body quickly whenever she walked into the bathroom after your showers
Janna, did she miss having your body on hers. having you cuddle her to sleep. now she is stuck in this ratty couch. she missed how you moaned, what you tasted like. Sevika was unbelievably horny
but she needed to wait for you to make the first move out of respect for the pain she caused
when she was sleeping on the sofa you woke her up by grinding your cunt on her thigh. only wearing your night robe. open in the middle, nipples hard and belly creasing on your pelvis. you placed her mechanical arm on your temple. cradling her metal palm with your lips
âFuck me like you mean it, âvika! Make me your woman again.â
Sevika saw the fire in your eyes, and the burn was a prize she was willing to take
you kissed each other hard, clawing at clothing and skin. teeth clashing. every touch was personal. sensual. like a withered plant in water
even if the sun never warmed the underground it didnât matter to her. because the sun couldnât ever bring her life like you did
Sevika had never made love before. only saw sex as carnal lust. but having you vulnerable in front of her and having given her forgiveness was the best gift she could have asked for. the gift of hope and chance. she touched you like a lover, a soulmate.
you laid naked on her chest, blissed out in pleasure. in the afterglow of sex. Sevika groping the flesh of your ass. as she blew cigarette smoke into the air. you were going to complain about the smell in the morning.
âI quit Shimmer.â
you smiled into her exposed skin. Sevika was a blunt woman, and you appreciated that part of her.
âGood.â
âLove you, doll.â
âMmmm â me too Sevika.â
and you definitely made her go to one of those pottery couples classes to replace the mugs she broke
Sevika wasnât getting off thaaattt easy
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Donât Mess with My Girl
Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: You come home from work and you make the mistake of telling Bucky that a guy has been harassing you at work.
Warning: harassment from a male coworker
A/N: the snippets of Bucky in the Thunderbolts trailer have ignited my love for him again omfg.
Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Bucky's already home when you arrive from work. You let out an exhausted sigh as you place your things on the kitchen island and kiss Bucky's cheek, "Hi, lovey."
He hums and looks at your slumped figure, "What's wrong?" he asks with furrowed brows, concern written all over his face.
"Just a rough day at work," you reply, opening up the dishwasher to grab a cup and snort as you see Bucky's metal prosthetic resting inside.
You turn back to him, "Explain," you say pointing at his arm.
He gives a sheepish grin and shrugs, "Today was a bit messy, is all." You chuckle and roll your eyes. You grab a cup from the top rack of the dishwasher and grab Bucky's arm, laying it on the counter.
"What happened today?" you ask as you fill your cup with water from the fridge.
Bucky shakes his head, "Nope. I asked you a question first," he walks over to you and cups your face with his right hand, "What's made my girl all upset?"
You groan, "A new hire, Noah. He's very...persistent."
"Persistent how?"
You shrug, "He just keeps asking me out, getting a little too close-"
"Fire him," Bucky immediately says.
You groan, "But he's a good employee!"
"Doesn't matter if he keeps harassing you."
"I wouldn't say he's harassing me..."
Bucky cocks a brow and places his hand on his hip in a very intimidating manner, "Does he get aggressive when you reject him?"
"...yes."
"Is he constantly berating you and not taking no for an answer?"
"...yeah."
"Does he scare you?"
"A little bit."
"Baby, that's harassment," he says as he walks over to his metal arm, placing it onto the notch and locking it in. He looks down and flexes his arm, "I can take care of him for you, easily. The fellas and I can grab him and-"
You immediately wave your hands and shake your head, "No, no, no. No! Don't hurt him! I'll-I'll handle it. I'll talk to Joan and let her know what's been going on."
"Good and if that doesn't stop him then, I'll pay him a visit," you give him a playful shove and he chuckles, "What? No one messes with my girl and gets away with it!"
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As soon as you got into the bookshop the next day, you immediately tell Joan of Noah's behavior. When he comes in, Joan pulled him aside to talk to him. You thought that everything would be good after that...but you were wrong.
When you were in the back, putting books away, Noah corners you, "Did you really have to tell Joan our business?"
You can't help but scoff at his audacity, "Well you wouldn't stop asking me out after I said no and reminding you that I have a boyfriend."
It's Noah's turn to scoff, "Oh yeah, your boyfriend," he says with air quotes, "You say you have one but you don't have him as your lockscreen and you haven't showed any pictures of him."
"He's a private person, but that's not the point! I told you 'no'! You should've stopped after that."
Noah rolls his eyes, "Oh just because someone says 'no', doesn't mean they mean it! Means they want you to try harder."
"Actually, it just means 'no' and you fuck off," a deep voice cuts in-between the confrontation between you and Noah.
Both of you turn to see Bucky standing there with a hard glare on his face.
You gulp, "Bucky, what're you doing here?"
He holds up your lunch bag, "You forgot your lunch at home," he holds it out and you rush over to him, grabbing the bag and remaining at his side.
Noah looks at Bucky with wide eyes and then at you. His face loses color as he realizes, "W-Wait, you-you're dating the White Wolf of Brooklyn?"
Bucky smirks at his nickname, "Yeah, she is. And my girl told me you wouldn't leave her alone. Sounds like even with your job on the line, you still don't seem to get the hint." He slips off his blazer, handing it off to Steve. He then starts rolling up the sleeve of his metal arm, the dim lighting of the book shop reflecting off its metal plates.
"I can definitely figure out a way to get the message through to you."
Noah stutters out a response, "N-No. Th-That's not necessary, s-sir. I-I won't bother, Y/N again, I promise."
Bucky hums, "If I see or hear you harassing my girl or anyone else, I'll make sure your body will never be found again. Scum like you don't deserve second chances, but I'm feeling a little gracious today."
Noah nods, "Thank you. I-I won't behave like that ever again."
"Good. Now apologize to Y/N," he nods to you.
Noah gulps and stutters out an apology. You simply reply with a nod and Noah scurries away.
You let out a deep breath that you didn't know you were holding. You look at Bucky, "Thanks."
He shrugs, "Anyone gives you a problem, they have to go through me," he mumbles pecking your lips.
"Y/N, do you know why Noah suddenly qui-ah," Joan turns the corner to see you and Bucky. The older woman puts her hands on her hips and gives Bucky a scolding look, "Barnes, what did you do?"
Bucky shrugs, "Just gave him a warning, ma'am. He shouldn't have been treatin' my girl like that!"
"Very true, but you know I don't condone violence in my shop."
He holds his hands up, "No violence happened, ma'am. Just a little threatenin'." Joan looks to you for confirmation and you nod.
She sighs, "Very well. Guess I need to look for another employee again."
An idea came to mind, "Actually, I know someone!"
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"Seriously, Y/N, I owe you one for this!" the young brunette exclaims as he follows you with a box of books in his arms.
You chuckle, "It's no problem, Peter. Besides, we both get something out of this. You're doing a much safer job like your Aunt May and Tony wanted and you get to keep an eye on me for Bucky. It's a win-win situation."
The bell above the shop's door rings and Peter immediately places the box of books down, "I got it!" he rushes to the front, "Hi, welcome to-oh! Y/N!" Peter's voice echoes through the store.
You shelf a book and head to the front, "Yeah?" you break out into a smile as you see Bucky there.
"Hey!" you approach him, giving a little wave to Steve, who stands behind him. Steve waves back, but says nothing else. You wrap your arms around Bucky and peck his lips, "What's up?"
"Had a meeting at Wanda's shop, brought some pastries for you, Joan, and the kid," he hands over the maroon pastry box with Wanda's logo on it.
"Yay! Here, Peter," you hand it off to the young man and he jaw drops, "Oh, sweet! Thanks, Mr. Barnes!" and he heads into the back to share the pastries with Joan.
Bucky places his hands on your waist, "How's he doin'?"
You chuckle, "Fine. He's very enthusiastic and a hard worker. Plus, he doesn't hit on me because he's in love with MJ."
Bucky's brows shoot up in surprise, "Jones' kid? Pft. Good luck, Parker."
You giggle and then back away, "Alright, big mob boss, I need to get back to work."
"Fine. But seriously though, you feel better? Safer?"
You nod, "I do. Thank you," you kiss his cheek and he softens, "Like I said, no one messes with my girl," he gives you a wink and wave as he exits the book shop.
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aaaaa plzzz do nanami getting a boner when y/n is speaking to him and they end up fucking? (Established relationship)
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YOU TURN ME ON! â NANAMI KENTO
SYNOPSIS...nanami is so easily turned on when it comes to you, he canât help but get hard at the slightest things
INFO...nanami x fem!reader, established relationship, reverse cowgirl, praise, spanking, creampie, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
thanks for the request anon!
âSo how was your day?â You asked your husband as he loosened his tie, a long sigh leaving his lips as he slipped his jacket off.
âThe usual. I donât wanna bore you,â he chuckled. He sat at the edge of the bed, removing his shoes and tossing them to the side. He could feel the bed dip behind him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. His eyes closed shut, embracing your warmth. âHow was your day, darling?â He asked.
You hopped off of the bed in front of him, grabbing his shoes from the floor and placing them on the rack. âWell, I went to the mall today!â You smiled.
âYeah? You buy anything?â He grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles while he stared at you in adoration. He couldnât be more lucky to have you as his wife.
âActually, I did. There was this cute dress that I wanted. You remember the one I showed you?â You asked. He nodded in response, a small smile creeping up on his face. âWell I found it in my size, and it was the last one. But, Ken, itâs so much prettier in person!â You said with excitement. Running over to the closet, you pulled the dress off the rack and held it up. âWhat do you think?â
âI think the color goes great with your skin. Makes it glow,â he explained. He could see the smile widen on your face. He loves when you get excited about the little things in life.
âAwe thank you, Ken,â you giggled, turning around to put the dress back on the rack. His eyes scanned over your figure, the shorts that exposed your legs, the tank top you wore making it obvious your nipples were hard. âKen!â You shout.
âHuh?â He looks up at you, blinking away his confusion. He could feel his slacks slightly tighten as he shifted in his spot on the bed.
âI was talking about the new bed set I saw in the mall. Did you hear me?â You walked over to him, straddling his lap.
âIâm sorry, love, I didnât. Please, tell me again.â His hands rest on your waist, gently caressing your skin as you began talking again. He stared at you as your mouth moved, going on and on about how you think itâll match the room. âYou shouldâve gotten it,â he said.
âI know, but I wanted your opinion first!â You whine. âAfter all, you sleep here too.â You peck his lips. Nanami let out a small groan, pushing his hips back. âYou okay?â You ask, looking at him with concern.
âYeah, itâs justâŚumâŚâ Nanami let out a breath, trying to hide the fact he got turned on just from you talking about your day and walking around the room. It was quite embarrassing. But with each passing second you were on his lap, he was getting harder. âDarling, Iâm sorry, Iâm hard.â He looked up at you.
âOhâŚoh!â You laugh, hiding your face in his neck. âKen, itâs nothing to be ashamed of,â you say.
âI know, but you didnât even do anything sexual, I just donât want to make it seem like Iâm some kind of pervââ
âWhatâs wrong with a man being attracted to his wife?â You question, staring into his eyes.
âSweetheart, please donât look at me like thatâŚfuck,â he whispers under his breath. Within seconds, you push Nanami onto the bed, catching him by surprise. Your hands are moving quick to undo his belt. âYou donât have toââ
âShush, Ken,â you demand, pulling down his pants. His cock springs free, already dripping with precum. âHow are you so hard already?â You giggle, feeling arousal pool in your panties.
âYou turn me on, darling.â He props himself up on his elbows as you remove your clothing, kicking aside your shorts and panties. Your crawl onto the bed, faces inches apart before you plant your lips on his, tongues moving against one another, biting down on his bottom lip. âFuck, I love you.â
âI love you too, Ken.â You peck his lips once more before turning your back towards him, angling yourself above his cock. You lift your hips just so enough so you can slowly sink down, feeling the stretch. A small gasp leaves your lips, a groan escaping from your husband.
âFuck youâre so warm and tight,â he breathes, his hands coming up to squeeze your ass while you bounce on his cock. Heâs entranced at the way his dick completely disappears into your cunt, sucking him in without hesitation.
You start to pick up the pace, growing more comfortable as your hips move faster, your juices dripping down his shaft. âAh! Yes!â You hold onto his legs for support, while he watches the way your ass ripples against his dick. âShit!â You wince, throwing your head back.
âAtta girl. There you go, sweetheart.â He lands a slap on your ass, guiding it up and down his cock. âOh fuck, you always you always make me feel so good,â he moans. Your pussy clenches around him as you continue to slam your hips against his.
You reach your hand down to rub your clit in circles, adding to the stimulation as his cock hit your g-spot over and over. Pleasure coursed through your body, aching badly for an orgasm. Whimpers and moans from you and Nanami filled your bedroom, along with the sound of skin on skin. âOhhh, Ken!â You whined. âShit, baby!â You panted.
âYouâre doing so good for me. Look back at me, darling, I wanna see my pretty girl.â His brows furrowed slightly as you milked his cock, he could tell you were getting desperate to cum. âThereâs my girl. Keep looking at me while you ride me.â
You bit your bottom lip, muffling some of your moans and whimpers, trying your best to keep the exact rhythm you had going. Nanami cursed under his breath, eyes darting back and forth between your face and your ass. He couldnât get enough of you. The way his tip kissed you cervix and bumped your sweet spot each time made your head spin. The curve of his dick making you arch even more.
Thick fingers squeeze the plump flesh of your ass, stuttering hips still set on riding him. âFuckâŚs-slow down, sweetheartâah! Youâre gonna make me cum.â He grabs at your hips, a weak attempt to slow down your movements, but youâre so set on fucking him, feeling every last inch of your husband. You donât care how much of a mess you make, how loud you get. It turns you on knowing your husband gets so worked up about the little things. A groan leaves his lips, head falling back in bliss as you practically ride him to cloud nine, his orgasm approaching just as quickly as yours.
Your little pants and whimpers fill his ears, eyes set on your husband glossy eyes, so fixated on the way your pussy is suck him in. His abs tense up, hand squeezing down on your ass and pulling you flush against his pelvis as he cums inside of you. The sheer feeling alone sends your orgasm raking through your body, quivering. âOh my god!â You gasp, eyes fluttering shut. You slowly lift your hips before bringing them back down, fucking his cum into you.
âYes, yes, just like that, baby,â he coos, watching his cum ooze out of your sweet cunt. âGoddamn,â he sighs when you finally stop riding him. His dick twitches at the missed sensation of your gummy walls.
âIf I knew just how easily I turn you on, I wouldâve done this more often,â you tease, placing a wet kiss on his neck.
âShouldâve known already, pretty girl.â He playfully smacks your ass, earning a small laugh from you. âWeâll clean up in second, just give me a few.â
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