#just to have the chance to sit in this dude's lap and not be immediately cut down

[someweirdoreblogger]

in which, a mad beast, in the midst of his Hunt, wearing the immeasurable malice of his own wrath and bloodlust, meets the victim of a society crueler then even himself. and dare he do this, be it out of childish interest, curiosity, a playboy show of arrogance-

he-shockingly-doesn't turn his eye.

(WARNING HEAVY ART THEMES UNDERCUT; No gore, but Imprisonment, implied abuse and torture)

"...Oh?"

"What do we have here~?"

[webbluvrsugar]

any chance we can see her actually jumping his bones while he’s still being the biggest dork on the planet about it🫣

a/n: yes!!! And @/bucksbvck made a very similar request to this!

not proofread

﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆. ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭ bully!reader finally breaks.

Ethan has slowly been more confident towards you, it annoys you because he’s turned from a random dude that was obsessed with you to a guy that every time that finishes a sentence, teases you.

It’s not your fault you get so distracted when he starts speaking, it really isn’t, but… instead of him ignoring it, he just keeps mentioning it every time.

It made it worse that your teacher assigned you two for a project together, you’ve showed how unhappy you were with it from the start, mentioning how you’d make him do it all, he just rolled his eyes, told you to meet him in his dorm.

So here you are, sitting on his desk inside his bedroom while he works on the project, rambling about what he’s doing so you’d at least get a clue of what’s even the context of it — it’s not like you’re even truly listening, but it’s worth the try.

“And I think that’d be good, would give some dynamics and stuff to this.” He mentions. “Got it?”

You snap from your day dream, swallow hard and scoffed at him. “Yeah, I got it, nerd, keep going.”

Ethan, instead of obeying you like he used to, he smirks, stares up into you. “Really, cause it really doesn’t seem like you are, and you know,” he starts speaking, and speaking, and it is insufferable. “you always do this, you always pretend like you’re listening when really u know you’re—“

So insufferable that you can control yourself from leaning down and shutting him up with your lips.

You don’t even think, you just do it, you kiss him and your hands immediately fall to his shoulders before you hop off that desk and sit up on his lap. It’s all so all of a sudden, you don’t even know what you’re doing but you just keep kissing him with your eyes closed, your tongue slips past his lips and he moans into you, his hands grip your waist tightly and pull you closer, as if he was waiting for it — like it was his purpose this whole time.

You move with confidence, he notes, he likes it, means he can just sit there while you do it all because you have that big-ass ego of yours.

And when you part at him to look at him for a second, Ethan chuckles, raises one brow and goes to speak before you —

“Don’t say a word.”

[visforvengeance]

so they would know that it was me

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Notes: okokok. So this was heavily inspired by The Diner from Billie Eilish's new album, hit me hard and soft. If you've heard this song, doesn't it make you think about our fave hothead? I tried to do the Instagram caption thing but uhhh yeah. I wrote this in 3 hours and I went batshit insane writing it. I wonder if you pinpoint when I went fucking berserk. but anyway. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: boy where do i start. ok. p in v, cursing as always, cunnilingus, choking, creampie, suicide (mentioned), canon typical violence, biting/bruising, just reader and rafe being freak nasty.

song

Rafe watched while you danced with your friends. It was almost like you were dancing only for him, beckoning him to come closer. He tuned out Top and Kelce, he didn’t care for their conversation. Not when you were near. You danced so freely and without care, and it was because of him. 

Everyone in the OBX knew you were his and his only. From the moment you two were kids, Rafe had always…protected you. Meaning he beat the ever-loving shit out of any boy who looked your way. And, you were none the wiser. You weren’t aware of his predatory behavior. So, when he’d have you sitting in his lap all the time or just casually made you blow him when you’ve been bad, it never occurred to you that this wasn’t normal best friend behavior. You rather liked when he called you baby or how he let you kiss him nasty when you were bored (which was quite often). But, there were still some guys who thought Rafe wouldn’t be on their ass if he even thought they wanted you. Yeah, you were only his and there’s no getting around that.

He watched as some drunk asshole made their way over to you, rudely pushing away your friends and cornering you. They stood around looking for Rafe as he made sure they knew the drill, which was to look for him immediately in these situations. If he wasn’t already aware, that is. Which was rare, as rare as other guys getting this close to you. Rafe had molded you into his perfect girl over the years, shaped you so that you only needed him. If you wanted something, you’d call on Rafe to get it for you. He’s your chauffeur, your atm, your noncommittal boyfriend, your everything. So, when you realized it wasn’t Rafe grabbing on your waist, you began to panic. You tried pushing the guy away while searching for Rafe but he wouldn’t budge. 

Then, suddenly this 6’2 shadow cast over both of you. Rafe had an unnervingly calm expression on his face. He politely tapped the man on his shoulder, before knocking him on his ass. He settled on top of him landing punch after punch on the man’s face. His face and shirt splattered with his blood. The dude had no chance and if you didn’t get Rafe off of him soon, he’d kill him. 

“Rafe,”

Then, he stopped. Abruptly. Instantly. When he looked over to you, it wasn’t fear that he saw. But, anger. “Baby,” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before you cut him off. 

“Home. Now.”

He followed behind you like a lost puppy, leaving the crowd to deal with the aftermath. You never saw Rafe handle these situations. You never saw him in this light. You knew he was not to be fucked with, though. Of course, you knew your boy had a temper. You weren’t that oblivious. But, you didn’t know that he could get like this. The drive to his house was silent. You sat in his passenger seat (which has your name stitched into it) with your arms crossed, head straight, and fire in your eyes. Rafe had always managed to dodge your anger, but not tonight. 

He was slowly starting to get more and more irritated, though. Every time he looked at your face, he’d only be met with your immaculate side profile. You even moved your leg away from his hand when he tried to rest it there. He knew it wasn’t because of the blood that had dried on his hands, you were never bothered by that but, it was because of his actions. His failure to maintain his composure. 

Before you two were able to reach his neighborhood, blue and red lights flashed behind you. Rafe cursed himself as he looked through the rearview mirror. How the fuck was he going to explain the blood that was on him? He hurriedly tried to clean the blood off of him as he changed his shirt. He managed to make himself look at least halfway decent before the cop arrived at his window, knocking lightly. 

Usually, because of who Rafe’s father was, he only received a slap on the wrist. But, not in this situation. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and get away this time. You rolled your eyes as you listened to him lie through his teeth. He was very charming, you’d give him that. He charmed this female officer right out of being arrested and being sent to prison for aggravated assault. 

You scoffed at the audacity of her to ask for his number and him actually giving it to her. She couldn’t have been much older than the two of you, maybe 25. Baby-faced and fresh out of the academy. You laughed bitterly as he watched her walk back to her patrol car. “You’re fucking unbelievable, Rafe.” His head snapped in your direction, those were the first words you had said to him in the entire 30 minutes he’d been driving. 

Would it be insane of him to assume that you were jealous? Would it be absolutely fucking psychotic if he said that it turned him on to see you so angry and jealous? He smirked softly as he resumed driving. 

You slammed his truck door shut. You didn’t care if he’d get mad about it. You stomped to his front door, impatiently rushing him to open it. He shook his head as he laughed at your brattiness. He loved when you acted like a spoiled child for him. You knew he never had the intention of pursuing that girl, but something in you couldn’t stand the thought of it. 

He took his time opening the door, relishing in the moment before he had to hear your annoying yapping. When the moment was right, he’d know the perfect way to shut you up. He’d argue with you just for the hell of it, then he’d guilt trip you and tell you something like; ‘you’re right, baby, I’m sorry. Ok?’ And, then you’ll find him between your legs, delirious and begging that you forgive him. 

When you made it to his bedroom, you wasted no time ripping into him. First, about the fight he started, and then about giving that cop his number. But, he only stood there with that stupid fucking smirk. “So, you’re not going to say anything? Just stand there smirking?”

He closed the gap between the two of you. He was so close that you could feel his breath fanning your face, if you weren’t so pissed, you’d be on your knees with him looking at you the way he was. He brought his hand up enough to grip your chin, softly at first. “You can’t be mad at me about two different things, baby, pick your battles carefully.” By the end of his statement, his grip had gotten harsher. 

Who the fuck does he think he is? You wrapped your hand around his forearm, caressing it. But, then he felt the growing sting of your nails digging into his flesh. “Aggravated assault in the first degree, babe? That’s a $250,000 bond. Do you think your daddy can afford that? Or will I have to get my daddy’s money to bail you out?” You looked up at him with doe eyes. The silence between you both appeared again. The only sounds heard in his bedroom were his harsh breaths as he tried to remain calm. But, you were really fucking pushing it. 

You forced his hand away and plopped down on his bed. “I just think that you shouldn’t have done that, Rafey.” You pouted as you watched him get down on his knees before you. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he placed his hands on the back of your knees, massaging up to your thighs while pushing his way between them. 

“First off, I am your daddy, babe. And, second, you know how I get when guys try to push up on my girl. Especially when I know how scared you get when it’s not me,” he said while leaving kisses on your neck and chest. 

You scoffed, “I don’t get scared. Just slightly uncomfortable.” You let your hand grasp the back of his neck, fingers dancing softly along the lines of his buzzcut. “Same thing, darlin'. When you’re not happy, that’s when I have a problem. I can’t have my best girl out here feeling nothing but happiness, you get what I’m saying?” He kissed his way up to your chin before pulling away and looking deeply into your eyes. 

“Yeah, daddy, I know. Just don’t want you to go to jail, is all.” You pecked his lips softly. He nodded before kissing you meaningfully. “I’ll be careful next time, huh? That what you want me to say?” You nodded your head as best as you could with your jaw in his grip. You stared back into his eyes as your cheeks spilled between his fingers, and your lips puckered up slightly. It made his dick hard. 

He kissed you again, sloppy this time. The smacking of your lips and the moans that escaped both of you filled the room. He pushed you back on his bed while trailing kisses down your body. While doing so, he slid your panties down, tossing them somewhere behind him. He didn’t care. He didn’t bother riding you of the rest of your clothes just yet. Just hiking up your skirt and leaning back to admire the view. You sat up on your elbows, breathing heavily. You hiked one of your legs up, giving him a better view. “Come on, baby, don’t be a tease.” You were practically begging him to taste you. And, who was he to deny his baby?

He chuckled, “alright, princess. Calm it down.” He watched as you clenched from the nickname. It was taking everything in him not to eat you until you were begging him to stop. Even then, he didn’t know if he had that kind of control. He kisses your inner thigh, working his way up to your heat. Before delving in, he inhaled your scent. You could’ve sworn you saw the white of his eyes while they rolled to the back of his head, but you were quivering with excitement. Too out of it to try and comprehend that. 

He placed your leg over his shoulder and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He placed one long lick from your clit to your entrance, he couldn’t help himself as he let out a moan at the taste of you. Rafe didn’t think he was the kind of guy to be so affected by a woman, of any kind. But, he’d let you slut him out whenever you pleased. Whatever you wanted, he never said no. Not to his baby. 

He would gladly drop to his knees for you. There’d even be times when he’d be the one asking for your permission to taste you. And, just like him, you never said no. 

He began teasing you by repeatedly placing kisses along your clit, when he noticed your whines he fucking laughed. “Rafe, quit it.” You sounded like an intolerant child but that’s what he liked about you. “Ok, ok, baby. I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sorry at all. 

He wrapped his lips around it while slowly sliding a finger into you. Your hips jerked at the intrusion but soon relaxed. He added another finger, but at this point, you weren’t sure who was moaning more, you or him. You were silently thanking God that his family was out on vacation as neither of you were exactly quiet. If anyone had heard, they could easily guess what was going on. 

Rafe pumped his fingers in and out of you at a relentless pace, repeatedly hitting that spongy spot inside of you, while his tongue worked on your clit. He didn’t care that he could hardly breathe as you pressed his face into you, he’d die happily this way. 

Your moans grew louder while your back arched off of the bed. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, easing it inside you with little resistance. His nose bumped against your clit just right as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you flush against him. You held the sheets tightly in your grip, your moans had turned into screams which then turned into nothingness. The sound had simply ceased as you began to clench around his tongue. 

Rafe humped the frame of his bed as he came in his pants. He was moaning into your pussy like a madman. He’d most certainly be ashamed about this later but he thinks this was one of the most amazing orgasms he’s had with you. But, he’s not done with you yet. He had to have you, all of you. He’d kill himself if he didn’t, swears it on his soul. 

When he untangled himself from you, the bottom half of his face was left glistening in the moonlight. He breathed heavily as he started to remove his and your clothing. Both of you were naked, eyes roaming over each other’s bodies. You had never gone this far. Maybe some dry-humping here and there but actual fucking? You were trying (and failing) to contain your excitement. As was Rafe, as he pumped his half-hard cock to full hardness. 

His face held his signature half-lidded eyes look, it was truly a sight to see. You laid back completely flat with your legs spread as you waited for Rafe. You were startled when you felt his hand on your knee. You felt the height of him laying flat against your core. He slotted himself between your lips, and let his spit drip down as he rubbed himself against you. “I want you to try to relax, okay, baby? I don’t wanna hurt you,” you nodded as you tried to follow his directions. Rafe was bigger than you had expected and he was your biggest yet. You took a deep breath as you signaled to him that you were ready. He lined himself up with your entrance as his tip poked at it. Slow, subtle prodding turned into slowly being filled. 

Per your previous orgasm, your fluids and his saliva made it easier. He let out a dragged-out ‘fuck’ as he eased himself into you. When you were filled to the brim with him, he pressed your bodies together, placing his lips onto yours. You could taste remnants of yourself, making you moan into the kiss. Rafe began thrusting into you, softly at first. At first. 

Then, he began pounding into you relentlessly. His hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides. Your eyes remained in the back of your head for a while, your back arched as you tried to hold onto his forearm. “Tell me you love me,” he said. But, you didn’t hear him. You couldn’t. You were too fucked out. Until you weren’t. Because he stopped. Because he had to hear you say it. And you were so close too. 

“Baby,” he slapped your cheek a few times, trying to get your attention. You will yourself to look at him, he’s admiring you. Your eyes were barely open and your lips were still shining from the lipgloss you were wearing earlier in the night. “Tell me that you love me.” He started thrusting his hips again, but this time it was achingly slow. “Rafe, please.” If you were in your right mind, you’d tell him without a heartbeat. But, he was just fucking you stupid mere seconds ago. “Come on, doll. Just say it and I’ll keep going, promise.” His soft neck kisses turned into harsh sucking with a little bit of biting. 

“I love you, Rafe. Fuck.” He sped up his pace while whispering ‘I love you’ into your skin over and over again. Your stomach tightened as your orgasm approached rapidly. “I fucking love you so much,” Rafe moaned into your lips. You felt the warmth of his cum seeping into you, which triggered your orgasm. He slumped over you as you clenched around him repeatedly. His body twitched as he groaned at the sensitivity. He pulled himself off of you, heading to his bathroom to get a wet towel to clean you up with. After he was done, he peppered you with kisses. Apologizing if he was too rough, making sure you had a glass of water before bed. You were asleep within a matter of minutes, leaving him alone with his thoughts. 

You woke up to an empty bed, the bright ass sum staring right at you, and the constant pinging of your phone. After stewing in bed for 10 minutes, you picked up your phone to see what all the fuss was about. 

“rafe.cameron tagged you in a photo!”

You hadn’t expected the photo to be of you sleeping soundly with a palette of reds, blues, and purples littered upon your skin. 

“rafe.cameron i left a calling card…”

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

I worry about you (Clingy!Yandere x Delinquent!Reader)

CW: body trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior

"I don't understand, why are you saying these things?!" Everett shouted, tugging on (Reader's) jacket like a man fearful of drowning. The two stood at the top of a set of wooden outdoor stairs built into a steep hill in the city's little hiking trail/park, a meeting spot where they often hung out after school.

His brown eyes glowed under the sun like molten gold, churning with heartache as he held onto his only friend.

(Reader) kept their face rigid like stone, fighting the desire to retract what they had said, their decision was final. It was for Everett's own good. "Dude, stop acting crazy. You're acting like we were dating. I'm just saying that I need space. Go make other friends, go on dates, I don't care. Jesus, just stop hanging onto me all the time."

Lies, all lies. I don't mind how clingy you are. I love that you stay by my side. I know I have a shit personality, I know I'm trash, so I really appreciate that you're the only one to stay my friend. You've been my friend since we were ten years old, so please, PLEASE, fucking take the hint. I've seen that the teachers have started to treat you differently just because you're my friend. And how many times do I have to rescue you from wannabe thugs who only fuck with you because they hate me? You deserve better than that.

You deserve better than me.

(Reader) roughly shook their only friend off their arm. It was painful now, for both of them, but (Reader) knew it was for the best.

"But why? What did I do wrong?" Everett sniffled, rubbing his eyes as the waterworks persisted. (Reader) turned to leave, unable to watch Everett any longer without their resolve crumbling. "WAIT!" Everett panicked, reaching out to latch onto (Reader's) arm again. (Reader) felt his fingers brush against their arm, and threw back their elbow to push Everett away.

They didn't know, however, that Everett had stepped forward. (Reader) misjudged how hard to push, not knowing that Everett was closer than he was just a second ago. Their wrist smashed into Everett's chest, causing him to stumble backwards, and tumble down the stairs.

Eyes widening in fear, (Reader) immediately began sprinting down the steps, skipping two at a time on the way down as their friend bounced against the weathered wood, hitting the dirt at the bottom hard. Their heart was beating so fast it felt like they would have a heart attack as they jumped the last couple stairs, crouching over their best friend crying in the fetal position.

"Everett, oh my God, are you okay?!" They gingerly scooped his upper half into their lap, examining his head for injuries.

"My- my arm..." Everett cradled his arm, crushing (Reader) further with guilt.

Placing his head down carefully, (Reader) took off running, calling out for help in hopes that someone nearby had a phone to call an ambulance. They disappeared out of Everett's sight, hearing them hollering as they ran away.

As soon as (Reader) vanished from view, Everett stopped crying, sitting up miserably. How did this happen?

Everything had been going so perfectly. Everett had set himself up as a weak, innocent best friend for (Reader), tailoring his personality for the past eight years to ensure that (Reader) would never leave him. When his family uprooted his life at the age of ten, he already knew there was no chance of happiness in his future. It was hard enough convincing anyone at his old school to like a freak like him, but being a new kid on top of having a personality that for some reason pushed everyone away? Everett knew it was hopeless.

But it seemed fate had other plans for him. The very first day in the new home Everett attempted to climb the large tree in his fenceless backyard and slipped, falling out of one of the lower branches. It hadn't hurt all that much, really just stinging a bit, but he didn't have time to even sit up before his new neighbor was rushing over to help him, having witnessed the fall from their back window. (Reader) was an angel, the summer sunlight illuminating their form like a halo. They didn't waste a second, pulling Everett's body onto their back, struggling under his weight but forcing their tiny muscles to carry Everett to his parents. It didn't even hurt, and Everett was more than capable of walking on his own, but having someone his own age care about him for the first time in his entire ten years of life.. he played into it, relishing in the attention he was receiving, forcing large crocodile tears out in hopes (Reader) would stay by his side longer. And it worked.

It worked for eight years, so why were they pushing him away now?

He constantly allowed himself to trip in front of (Reader), embarrassing himself over and over to keep them paying attention to him. Even now, throwing himself backwards down a flight of stairs while making it look like an accident, just to prevent (Reader) from leaving him.

Unfortunately, nothing was actually broken on him. He glanced around, finding a rock almost too large to grasp in one hand. Unlike when they were children, Everett didn't believe crying would be enough to keep (Reader) by his side. He rolled up the sleeve on the arm he pretended was broken, biting down onto the front of his hoodie. It didn't matter if (Reader) was only with him out of guilt, it only mattered that they were with him.

Everett smiled through gritted teeth, thinking about (Reader) sitting next to him in the hospital, refusing to leave his side for even a second, then brought the heavy rock down onto his arm with an audible crack.

Please continue worrying about me.

[goth-mami-writer]

Not sure if your request is still open, but if it is can I request where Leon and reader have a baby together? But because he’s away everytime for missions, his baby cries when he comes home one day because they don’t really remember Leon is their dad? Reader has to reassure him that it’s okay?

(I'm sorry if you thought I forgot about this. Work has been hell, but you deserved it sooner. Send me more asks anytime 🫠✌️)

•Bond•

~(Au) Leon Kennedy × f!Reader fic

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《 That morning, you were still bleeding from birth, and your head was ringing from sleep deprivation. But Leon was coming home soon, and he'd be here any minute to see the baby again. He'd held his newborn son once after he was born, but work immediately ripped him away out of the country. The visits at home were seldom and unfortunately they were brief due to Leon being stationed out of your city but any time at all that he was able to give to your newborn son, he gave without question.

When you heard the door open, you'd just woken up from trying your hand at sleeping when the baby slept, but unfortunately, it felt that you hadn't rested at all. Your head pounded, and every hour, you felt your body aching from your labor. The stress you had felt overpowering, but somehow, when he entered the nursery quietly, you felt it slowly melting away.

Leon smiled softly as he met eyes with you. His heart dropped to see you so exhausted but he approached the crib quietly as the baby began to stir with coos and grunts. He wanted to reach down to try and stop him from crying but you assured him it was only because he was hungry. You sat down quietly with your newborn in your arms, resting down to the rocking chair that soothed him through feedings. Once Leon's large duffle bag met the floor, he crossed over to the small table you used to make bottles but you mentioned over your shoulder that you had one in the warmer already.

“You're already good at this.” He said quietly, sitting on the ottoman seat in front of your rocking chair as he handed you the warm bottle he retrieved for you from the warmer. He watched you cuddle the baby close, but you noticed the longing look in his eye. You readjusted gently and said to Leon as you soothingly bounced your arms,

“You want to try? Since you've not gotten the chance?”

Leon's face lit up when you asked. It had been the only thing on his mind, ever since leaving base. He wanted more than anything for the chance to bond and he nodded quickly. His hands tried not to tremble nervously, as if one ill fated touch might break his small son being so small but he sat down in your chair, readying his arms for the tiny weight to rest there upon his lap.

He smiled and moved delicately, almost afraid to breathe as the baby became coddled close to his body. He watched his tiny fingers twine and fidget along with his kicking feet that nudged now into Leon's side, much to his enjoyment as he gently petted to soothe him.

You handed over the bottle, making sure that Leon knew to keep it tilted up and to watch for signs of him being full to prevent overfeeding. He nodded, being careful to begin and he could only smile to begin slipping the tip of the bottle into the baby's mouth that cooed in a fuss.

As his mouth curled around the nipple and a soft, muted rhythm of suckling began. Leon smiled to see him take to the bottle without another fuss and he looked to you, glowing in that proud fatherly beam of realizing he was feeding his son for the first time.

“You're a natural.” You praised him quietly, standing over his shoulder to supervise and Leon peered down quietly in the love that appeared in his face. You placed a burp cloth over his shoulder, knowing this feeding wouldn't take long and Leon said down to the baby who still suckled quietly,

“We got this. Don't we, dude? We're pals already, huh?”

No sooner than Leon said the words, he watched the baby's face turn red in a sudden, loud cry and he removed the bottle from his mouth in fear that he'd done something wrong. You turned your head from preparing the changing table across the room and then came close to see what the commotion could be.

Leon tried to sit the baby up to shush him against his shoulder but it seemed to make him only cry louder.

“Did I feed him wrong?” Leon asked on the verge of a heartbreak and you shook your head, saying delicately that he hadn't done anything wrong. You sat back to the small rocking chair and took the baby back into your arms. Once he rested across your bosom to re-begin his feeding, all of his uneasiness began to settle and you knew then that the truth of what happened would bother Leon.

So you approached it as carefully as you could.

“Sometimes…if they don't recognize your scent, they don't feel comforted.”

Leon's face immediately softened, feeling like a terrible father already and he sunk down in spirit to ask hollowly between you,

“So…he..doesn't really know me?”

You watched the guilt wash over his face as he slumped back into the chair. His heart sank as well when he watched the baby calm down almost immediately when he was joined back at your side. He pursed his lips to say defeatedly, angry at himself for letting this happen,

“I should've been here more. I begged them for a leave. I promise I did.”

“Le, you don't have to convince me. I know you tried to be here. They need you when they need you and I get that.” You said as you rocked the baby who was almost done now with his bottle.

He winced knowing you were trying to console him but the time he lost trying to bond with his newborn wasn't something he could try and get back. You took the bottle from the baby's mouth gently, and placed him on your shoulder carefully to begin softly petting his back before you said to Leon, in hopes to lighten his heavy heart over this,

“You think he just adored me right when he came out? Sure, he knew my voice and my scent. Probably knew he'd get a good meal out of me too. But I didn't magically know what I was doing because I'm his mom? We had to…get used to each other. Bond. It takes only a couple of tries.”

Leon smiled, feeling a little better hearing that and he heard as the baby softly burped, meaning he was probably ready to nap again after that bottle. You brought him back into your lap gently, letting his head rest in the bend of your arm and Leon had to watch.

He didn't want to risk making him feel uncomfortable again so he only stared down this time to watch as the baby's eyes sweetly searched the room. Leon smiled, already knowing a world of love for the son you'd given him after loving you for so long and he felt misty eyed. In order to stop himself from tearing up, he reached up to gently try and swaddle the boy back into his blanket but he was stopped by the baby gently taking his finger.

His small, gentle palm wrapped around Leon's pinky finger and the man smiled widely, wondering if that might be the first good sign that no matter if he was away, they'd bond like the father and son they were while he was here.

He looked down and wondered if he'd get a second chance at holding him and he held a breath as the baby was gently placed back into his arms once you saw that hopeful look in his eye. This time the cradle in his touch felt…closer to you, more fatherly and protective. You hoped that would help and the baby only looked up, studying his face with soft, sleepy glances.

After that moment that assured that he maybe the crying the was done, Leon said to the baby softly in a whisper with a facetious smile to begin tease you,

“You know bud…I've not seen your mom this tired since she had to deal with me on the daily.”

You laughed softly at his joke, nodding your head in agreement until he spoke again, gently swaying the baby in his arms lovingly,

“How about we give her a break for some shut eye? You think we can manage a few hours?”

Your eyes went wide and you began to promise in a stutter that you didn't need a few hours. You just wanted a shower and some semblance of sleep to catch you up. But Leon shook his head when he thought of what you'd said earlier about bonding not being something that happened automatically like a switch, and he assured you as he rocked his son gently,

“You're exhausted, sweetheart. I've got it. If he cries, I'll deal with it. Bonding takes time…you said it yourself. Go on.”

You smiled when you gave in and held your tender belly when you stood from the rocking chair. You kissed him soft and sweet, telling him with love in your eyes that he was a wonderful father already. Even if he didn't think so. 》

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Loved doing this one! More Leon delusions to come!!

[sugarplumz100]

-------Virgin!Loser!Kaminari x fem!Reader--------

Disclaimer: MDNI!!!, Sub!Kaminari, Femdom, aged up!, Virgin Loser, Spanking, leg/feet humping, begging, mommy kink

Synopsis: How does Kaminari go from being and average loser to one that absolutely worships you and just so happens to be your boyfriend.

>Kaminari definitely has fumbled many times in his life, for some reason he just can't bag anyone. His loser personality doesn't help.

>Who wants to date the awkward boy who practically humps the air when a member of the opposite sex gives him any type of positive attention.

>Porn history just filled to the brim with "MILF fucks loser boy", "Popular girl takes losers virginity", "Dommy Mommy tops and spanks loser boy". He knows what he likes.

>Lies upon lies of how high his body count is when he speaks to his friends but everyone sees past him lame made up fantasies. He's just a lonely loser of a virgin.

>Thats why when he saw you, he knew you were way out of his league and that he probably had 0 chance with someone like you. Someone so pretty, he will literally get on his knees and kiss your shoes if you asked him to.

>He'd just about jizz his pants if you even put in the tiniest amount of effort to try to get to know him. He just gets to nervous around pretty girls, especially ones that don't laugh in his face when he starts stuttering and spewing out lame pick up lines that he read on Wikihow.

>When you actually give him your number he just about faints from excitement, "no actual way, please please please be serious! I love you!" He shouts in his head. He can't wait to go to his dorm to jerk off to the picture you put as your pfp. Practically yelling when he rubs at his sensitive tip.

>When he gets the message from you asking if he would like to study in your dorm room, he practically runs to your dorm immediately. Nearly fainting when you open the door in the tiniest pair of shorts, he wonders if you'll walk out of the room so that he can sniff at the place you were sitting.

>All you both were supposed to do was make a poster about a specific hero, but here you both are. Kaminari on his knees, humping your feet while he kisses your thighs. "Mommy please, please let me eat you", he begs and whimpers whilst he's groveling at your feet.

>He loves it when you grab and pull at his hair, commanding him what to do. Slapping him just enough to leave an enjoyable sting, wiping his tears with the pad of your thumb.

"Awh poor baby" you tsk at him in a fake caring tone "I've barely even touched you and you've already came like the desperate little virgin you are" you giggle at him. He can't help but whimper and hump your leg even fast at each word that escapes your mouth.

>He loves when you harshly have him bent over your lap and make him count each spank you've given him, for being such a desperate loser. He loves the feeling of your hand giving him that harsh sting then soothing his sore skin with the palm of your hand.

>He hates the fact that that's all you've given him but he loves it. He will do anything to make you touch him and speak to him like that again. He begs you everytime you two are alone.

"Please mommy"

"What do you need from me for you to touch me like that again"

Practically kiss your shoes as he begs

>Overall, Kaminari is desperate for you and only you. He gets extremely jealous if you give another man any sort of attention. He's your loser play thing, and you're his mommy.

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I fucking love losers dude. That's my type and so is Kaminari hahah

I'll probably be making more like this, I have a Kirishima x Mileena reader in the works so keep an eye you for that pookies!

MASTERLIST

[tiniedemon]

— ♡

dating headcanons

main 4 + butters

— ♡

stan

— definitely the type to bully you but loves you to death

— constantly posting you on social media

— you need him? he’s already there actually he’s been hiding in your walls

— gets super in his head a lot, requires a lot of reassurance & affection

— SUPER FUCKING PROTECTIVE

— some dude’s making you uncomfortable? his hand’s on your shoulder and he’s ready to beat the shit out of him

— the silent but deadly type

— basically no one fucks w his s/o

— but super duper soft

— sticky as fuck

— you thought kenny was a physical touch kinda guy? stan is 10 times worse

— constantly holding your hand or lacing your pinkies together

— prefers quiet nights in over nights out 100%

— movie nights are his absolute fav he loves the cliche holding hands in popcorn thing

— a bit of an alcoholic but never an angry drunk, he’ll be constantly up your ass blubbering about how much he loves you

— “your eyes are so pretty and your face is so pretty and i love your hair like that and how do you smell so good”

kyle

— if he were an anime character he’d be a tsundere for sure

— dislikes pda but in private he has no problem being affectionate

— is super awkward around you, doesn’t really know how to talk to you or how to act

— also prefers quiet nights in but in a totally different way

— would much rather read a book with your legs in his lap than watch a movie

— one phone call away tho don’t get him wrong

— if you need him he’s immediately on his way no questions asked

— very very very very protective

— also the type to hover behind you but the second you give him the go ahead he’s running his mouth

— all bark but also a super gnarly bite

— also super jealous and kind of insecure

— you’re his first real relationship so he’s always scared someone’s gonna steal you away

— the type to give you massages and ask you about your day

— domestic housewife fs, always cooking for you and making sure your house is clean

— always leaves sweet notes for you to wake up to but will never acknowledge them

— overall such a sweetheart, would do anything for you but is a stickler on saying the l word

— thinks it loses its sparkle if it’s said too much

kenny

— sticky horny bastard

— always cuddled up to you or holding your hand or kissing you

— big fan of pda

— if he’s not touching you and he’s in your presence someone’s getting hurt

— loves partying but also loves quality time with you

— would totally go out if you wanted but also would curl up in bed with you if you weren’t feeling it

— always eager to please you

— he’s like a dog, at your beck and call, awaiting your orders

— but don’t touch his s/o or he’ll go nuts

— not really the jealous type but definitely the possessive type

— like he doesn’t get worked up about someone hitting on you, he knows you’re fine as fuck, but the second someone tries to touch you his arms are around you and he’s kissing you

— very much a gentleman

— he makes very misogynistic comments about your body but ultimately you’re a queen and you should never have to lift a finger

— always worshipping the ground you walk on

— definitely a stoner

— giggles at everything you do when he’s high and 100% smokes you out every chance he gets

— he just loves you so much he’d literally combust

eric

— isn’t really one for affection, private or public

— definitely runs his mouth to you

— but the second you get upset he’s crying begging you to stop being mad rubbing your feet

— a messy bitch for sure

— always stirring up drama in the friend group and sitting back watching it all go down with you

— would definitely scheme with you about starting beef

— views you as his queen but treats you as an equal (which is huge for him because everyone is below him)

— hates seeing you cry and would easily tell off whichever son of a bitch did it

— but also wouldn’t hesitate to bully you to the verge of tears

— makes up for it by offering you some of his cheesy poofs

— unspoken acts of affection for sure

— hates going out

— he’d much rather watch a comedy movie and shit on the plot with you

— the type to act like he hates you around his friends but the second you’re in a private setting he’s reminding you that he loves you

— possessive, jealous, protective, the big 3

— kind of like a chihuahua, all bark no bite

— probably also low key an alcoholic but never drunk to the point of being a lovey dovey bitch

butters

— the sweetest boyfriend ever

— panics every time you cry or are upset in any way

— even if he’s grounded he’ll still find a way to talk to you

— if there’s a screen there’s a way

— doesn’t really fall into any category

— kind of just exists, way too happy that you’re dating him to notice anything else

— the type to post you on every social media platform he has

— would shout from the rooftops about how much he loves you

— very acts of service

— would do anything you asked as long as you were happy

— gives you back rubs every night

— sleeps with his head on your chest because he loves to listen to your heartbeat

— physical touch too

— loves holding your hand and caressing your cheeks

— stares at you for hours like “wow i can’t believe my s/o is this perfect”

— makes sure your needs are taken care of before his

— constantly texting you to remind you that he loves you and that you’re perfect in every way

— good morning and goodnight paragraphs even if you live together

— loves you to the moon and back and wants everyone to know it

[applejuicebegood]

Hi gorgeous!! I haven’t gotten a chance to respond to your message about jason x booknerd!reader, but I wanted to quickly message and tell you that I’ve read it and I’m absolutely in love! You literally always come up with such good ideas, idk how you do it!! You’re awesome and ily!!

-(@midnightorchids)

Jason with a Bookworm!S/O

A/N: I know school has started back up for you again babe, so I don't blame you :((( I was originally planning to expand this for you, hopefully you can read this during a study break or some down time (i might repeat some stuff - just look away). It's IB exam season where I am so I share in your pain. Hang in there dude!! Summer is almost here!!

Masterlist

He's a vintage paperback and leather-bound kinda guy. Crime, Sci-Fi, historical-fiction/romance, magical-realism, and non-fiction are his go-to genres. Favourite authors include; Margret Atwood, Kurt Vonnegut, Haruki Murakami, Frank Herbert, and probably M.T Anderson. He's only a little pretentious about it.

He can spend hours in used book stores digging through the big plastic bins and stuffed cardboard boxes. You help him find specific authors or titles, your basket heavy with your combined finds. He'll carry the bags back to your apartment, his other hand tucked into yours as you gush about excited you are to sort and organise your new additions to your shared library.

He still has some books that Bruce and Alfred gave hm before his murder. Leather bond additions of the Liliad and rare printings of Dracula and Frankenstein. They have these little notes left in the front pages from Bruce that he couldn't bring himself to tear out or throw away entirely. And if you thought his home library was huge- wait until you see the book shelves in his old room.

Since he doesn't spend that much money on himself, he now has every chance to spoil you with your own special additions of your favourite stand-alone's, expensive book-marks, and lavish coffee dates where both of you enjoy your books over the smoothest of richest of espresso.

In the early months of your relationship, most of your dates were spent at bookstores, thrift-shops, and libraries. Your love quite literally grew from the yellowed, torn pages your would both get lost in.

Once his home library combined with yours, most of your bedroom and living room wall space became covered with his floor to ceiling bookshelves. Your bedside tables would each have a small stack of books that you were currently reading.

He absolutely loves how you look with your reading glasses. He thinks it's too cute when you push them up with the back of your hand, entirely focused on an intense passage. Your eyes going wide or your breath stopping at a beautiful line. Your adorable focused stare and sweet round cheeks are accentuated fully. He should be reading the book in his own lap but he's entirely distracted by you. You shut the book with a thump and immediately turn to him to gush about the chapter you just finished only to have his hands catch your jaw and bring your smiling lips against his. And suddenly, you forgot what you were going to say to him.

Jason finds lines and prose in his books that remind him of you and highlight them. He would keep them in a note stack on his phone, just to read them back to remind himself of your beauty. It's something that he could never put into words himself, hence one of the reasons why he adores reading so much. He can find the right order of words that properly express his infinite adoration and care for you.

I've explored this before but you guys have a set date once a month where you'll sit in each-others arms and just read all day. You'll curl up in one of his sweaters with one of your thick Sanderson novels and he'll tuck a blanket around his lap with his special addition of 'Little Women' open in his lap. He'll refill your tea mug because it's always hard to pull you out of your book during your reading days.

You'll order in some warm comfort food for supper and talk about your books respectively. He'll gush about how Jo March is such a revolutionary character and how Amy is actually a metaphor for the loss of innocence girls experience when attempting to emulate patriarchal standards of womanhood.

All while you gaze lovingly back into his eyes, your chin resting on your palm - wondering if a marriage proposal would be too sudden for your evening conversation.

[vilegelics]

— boyfriend headcanons! matt sturniolo

→ pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

→ warnings: sfw & nsfw (mdni!!)

→ notes: first post so hi hi! apologies if it’s all over the place, i tried to make it cohesive :)

sfw… ₊˚﹕✧﹒

- i know everyone says this but he would genuinely be the best boyfriend ever like??

- epitome of soft black lab bf and i will take no slander!!

- he’s well versed on the importance of communication, so he’s ALWAYS telling you every little detail of his day / what he’s thinking (once he’s opened up to you)

- cuddles!! all the time!!

- he’s huge on physical touch, not so much pda but whenever you guys aren’t in a public space… he’s ALWAYS touching you

-hand on the small of your back, running his fingers through your hair, laying his head on your lap are just a few favorites of his

- bro gives multitudes of cheek & forehead kisses

-(mostly because he likes the way you blush afterwards)

- also he loves to see you in his clothes.

- first time he realized it was when you guys were on a picnic date and it suddenly started pouring

- both of you ran back to his car but by that time your shirt & pants were soaked. he gave you a pair of sweats & a sweater he had sitting in the trunk of his car

- and when he saw you with them on… dude just about fell out of his seat because he didnt think you could get any more beautiful

- so from then on, he will insist on you stealing and wearing his clothes. literally nothing makes him feel more head over heels for you!!

- i feel like he’d be the type to have a private but not secret relationship; he’d soft launch and post pictures of you guys doing stuff every once in a while but wouldn’t show your face (if you aren’t comfortable with it)

nsfw…₊˚﹕✧﹒

- idc what you say, this man is HORNYYY 24/7

- literally any little thing you do will turn him on

- seeing you fresh out of the shower? bricked up. watching you with kids? on his knees. bending over to pick something up? he’s behind you.

- also i just know he’s vocal.

- certified whimperer & munch ‼️

- matt is 100% a boob man. i don’t make the rules. he is grabbing and marking them up whenever he has the chance

- like i can just imagine him railing you from behind and grabbing your tits as he pulls you up to his chest AAAAHHH 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- i personally couldn’t see him being too into degradation or rough sex, but if he’s had a bad day or is super frustrated then he’ll take it out on you just slightly

- most of the time though he’s so cute ohmygod <33

- “fuck baby, you take me so well”

- “holy shit- you make me feel so good”

- king of aftercare too 🙏

- you will never catch this man rolling over and going to sleep after sex. after you’ve both ridden out your highs, he’s up immediately and grabbing a warm washcloth to clean you up, getting water and maybe a snack or two

- and if it was an especially rough session, he’ll kiss every inch of your body whilst giving praise on how you did so well

[pepsiboyy]

beyond the contract - part 1

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where the sturniolo triplets are part of an organization known as the eclipse alliance, matt has constantly failed to pull through with pulling the trigger on a target. fed up, their boss gives matt one last chance, where he is sent to northside high school to get some answers out of a girl. warnings: mentions of weapons (guns), blood, and cursing!! author's note: HIII this is basically a matt pov chapter for establishment but at the next chapter it will be based around the reader!! <3 PLEASE let me know what you think!!! this is new for me LOL ENJOYYY WC: 1835 lowercase intentional !!

tears blurred matt's vision as he stood frozen in the light of the warehouse, his trembling hand clutching the cold steel of the gun. the weight of the weapon felt heavier than ever, its presence a cruel reminder of what was standing before him.

"matt, pull the goddamn trigger," nick breathed as chris swallowed beside him. the two were crouched behind a wooden crate within the large, and seemingly entirely metal warehouse that they were sent to.

matt's lip caught between his teeth as he let out a shaky breath. "fuck," he breathed shakily as he squeezed his eyes shut. after a moment, he let his head fall and stared directly at the ground. the man who stood in front of the gun seemed to loosen up, causing matt to immediately snap and clutch the gun in his hands with a deep swallow.

bang.

matt exhaled deeply as he realized he was okay, his eyes snapping open as he looked around. the man in front of him was on the ground, bleeding out. matt didn’t shoot the gun. he let out a shaky breath as he turned behind him, where nick stood, revolver in hand.

“matt, come the fuck on, you almost got yourself killed.” nick spat as he made his way over to him and faced him.

matt couldn’t help the tears that built in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, shakily looking down at his hands.

“what matters right now is we get this figured out and out of here.” chris replied, a worried expression on his face as he moved his hand to rest on matt’s shoulder.

matt let out a shaky breath. this sucked.

-

“the way you’re acting is a literal disgrace on the eclipse alliance name, matthew sturniolo.”

matt was sitting with his hand pressed against his cheek, his eyes lidded. he didn’t care for whatever their coordinator was saying to him. he just wanted to go back to his room and close his eyes.

it’s hard to focus when your literal job is to do what you’re told, even if it means ending a precious life.

matt shivered. he hated the thought that somebody with a long life before them, and even ahead of them, would have to face the unruly death by the hands of the eclipse alliance. or his brothers. or him.

“are you listening?” the harsh grip that matt now had against his shoulder caused him to shoot his head up and stare directly at the man’s face. he clenched his jaw.

“yeah, i’m listening,” matt breathed, and he bit his lip as he kept his eyes either down in his lap or directly in front of him. not on anything in particular.

“you have one more chance matthew. make the right decision, or you’re out.” he stated sternly.

matt let out a soft sigh as he stood up and stretched his arms. his face scrunched up. “for the last time, i told you to just call me matt. seriously, less of a hassle and more likely i’ll listen to you.” he lowered his voice for the last part of his sentence before collecting his things and leaving.

“nicolas will have your information to you within the next few days.” he stated firmly, before matt stopped in his tracks. he then shrugged it off and kept walking.

-

“matt, i’m serious. if you don’t pull this one off, you’re in deep shit,” nick stated, his hands tied together as matt stared at him from across the counter.

“i mean realistically, what are they going to do?” he questioned, making chris clench his jaw.

“you’re lucky they don’t kill you, dude.” he breathed, and buried his face in his hands. “thankfully they just slap you on the wrist and call it a day.”

matt scoffed and stood up. “i’m going to bed.” he muttered, and chris extended his arm to stop him by his chest.

“nick got your task in the mail… you’d better hear this one out.” chris breathed, before taking a seat. matt clenched his jaw and sat down as well.

nick sighed and set the folder on the counter, before opening it and taking out some papers.

“there’s a girl. y/n y/l/n. she has connections to black veil operations. your task is to attend sunnyslope high, about fifteen minutes away, and get some information from her.” nick read off, as he occasionally glanced at matt.

“information? that’s it?” matt scoffed. maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.

“you have to get close with the girl, matt. you can’t just go to her and ask her about the black veil operations, are you crazy?” chris scoffed, making matt roll his eyes.

“i know that…” he breathed, and nick and chris smiled softly at one another.

“this also means you have to get good grades, matt,” nick started, “you’re attending school as well.”

“fuck this shit.” matt breathed as he stood up. chris went to stop him, but nick waved him off. matt marched to his room.

“he’ll think about it and realize that this is the easiest task literally possible.” nick mumbled, and chris nodded carefully.

matt on the other hand, slammed his door shut and let out a deep sigh as he sat against his bed. were they kidding? growing up in the eclipse alliance, matt had dropped out of high school to assist his brothers and eventually begin pursuing his own rankings in the company. he was behind in school, it was impossible, he thought. but then he thought more.

-

“i’m leaving,” matt breathed after pushing chris’s door open. he had a backpack on his back with a few notebooks and a dream.

chris raised his head, clearly still half asleep. “mmm… tell nick,” he muttered before laying back down carefully.

“nick is gonna give me a lecture, and i’ll have enough of that throughout today. just tell him for me,” matt stated before stepping away and shutting the door.

-

“class, today we have a new student.”

matt bit his lip. he knew he was supposed to be tough guy detective, but he really hated talking to crowds and often felt himself grow shy in the process. “hi, i’m matt,” he mumbled quietly before turning to the teacher. “where do i si-“

“matt here has to catch up on our work for the last two months, so be a buddy and help him!” she instructed with a smile that was almost sickening to matt.

with the sound of a soft psst, matt turned his head to the girl making the sound.

she carefully pointed to the chair beside her, which happened to be the only one. “here,” she mouthed, and matt made his way over there.

carefully setting down his things, he turned to the girl and smiled softly. “thanks,” he breathed, before taking out his notebooks.

“no problem, she rambles anyways. needed to get you outta there as soon as i could,” she replied with a soft chuckle. she held out her hand and smiled softly.

this girl was absolutely stunning. matt felt his cheeks heat up when she reached out her hand. he carefully shook it and looked around as he remembered y/n was supposed to be in this class. he turned back to the girl and firmly shook her hand.

“name’s y/n,” she breathed, and matt swore he felt his heart sink. this girl was stunning, and incredibly kind from what he could tell so far.

he quickly threw a smile on and nodded, letting go of her hand. “nice to meet you y/n, your name’s pretty.” he whispered and quickly turned to his backpack, taking out a notebook and pencil.

-

“do you need help getting around?”

matt gasped as he turned to her and clutched his chest. he thought she had already left.

“woah, you okay?” she chuckled as she looked at him.

fuck. matt felt his face heat up. “y- yeah, sorry-“ he quickly stood up and zipped up his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. “and i may need help. sorry,” he mumbled. he hated being a burden to anyone, as that was all he felt like ever since he started working for eclipse alliance.

“of course, don’t apologize. what’s your next class?” she questioned, and he looked down at a sheet of paper that was given to him in the front office.

“umm.. english four.” he replied, and looked up at y/n. he swallowed. how could a girl this gorgeous have connections to black veil operations?

“oh really? me too!” she smiled brightly and quickly began to walk towards the door, where matt followed her and gripped the strap to his backpack.

y/n showed him around the hallways between classes and even sat down with him in english and at lunch. she gave him her phone number incase he had any questions about any assignments or even about the school itself.

matt was very thankful for her, and thanked her profusely before he headed to the car and began to drive home.

-

“she’s gorgeous, and i have to lie to her,” matt breathed, and chris shook his head.

“no matt, you don’t have to lie. you just have to keep it to yourself!” he responded with a smile and a little too much confidence. matt felt his heart sink.

“this is no help,” he facepalmed before he got a text from y/n, and his face practically turned white.

from: y/n

hey matt, glad i met you today. i hope that today was an alright first day, and i could be of some help. see ya tmrw!

matt buried his face in his hand.

“and you said she’s cute?” chris commented, which matt only nodded in response to. “you’re in deep shit,” chris muttered with a soft chuckle.

matt winced. “i’ve heard that enough.”

“i have advice,” nick replied from the doorway, causing them both to jolt. “why don’t you just distance yourself?”

“nick, are you stupid? i need to gain her trust to get anything from her that will be of use to us, and to do that i can’t just distance myself,” he breathed before he shook his head. “this feels so wrong,” matt whined as he looked at his hands in his lap.

“you signed up for it, no?” nick muttered in response, causing matt to look up at him.

“i guess..” he whispered before he stood up and shoved past nick with a soft “i’m going to bed.”

-

matt laid in his bed and stared at the ceiling until about 2am. nick was right, he thought to himself. i can still talk to her and stuff without being super close to her, right?

he rubbed his face with his hands and sighed deeply.

his mind only flooded with thoughts of y/n, but he felt his heart clench every time he thought about the true purpose of why he was there.

he let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, finally managing to get to sleep.

PLEASEEE LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK!!!! HAVE AN AWESOME DAY NIGHT IDK!!! <33 taglist;; @sturniolo-girl

[jtl-fics]

In honor of April Fools day I will talk a bit about an AU with my favorite fool - (Redacted) Smith that I will probably never write fully but have thought about a bunch of scenes for.

I call it 2 Fluent Freshmen.

Due to a clerical error at both the school and during the local government's push to digitize their documents Smith is noted down as being 2 years older than he actually is and (perhaps a clerical error or maybe no teacher can say if they've had him in class or not) Smith also has enough credits to graduate. Gran has passed away early and there's nothing for him in Washington other than more anxiety.

Wymack & Dan come to Smith when he is 16 and Smith takes the chance to escape from his family IMMEDIATELY. Sure the Foxes are the worst team and sure there's some drama going on with Kevin Day having joined them after his injury but a full ride scholarship is a full ride scholarship!

Smith is rooming with 2 upperclassmen and his only other fellow freshman - Neil Josten. He is not hiding the fact that he can speak Russian, he is hiding the fact that he is 16. Smith ends up pretty close to Seth and Allison due to sharing a dorm / position respectively and just doing his best not to get to close to crazy Andrew Minyard. He does get a bit close with Neil but it's not something he's trying to do.

He's trying to keep his head down and get through the year.

It's a little hard when he is sat on the couch with the Kathy Ferdinand show. It's a lot harder when Riko Moriyama shows up and doesn't realize he's there and just...sits in Smith's lap?? Smith remains as blank faced as ever and what the fuck is Riko supposed to do? ADMIT HE FUCKED UP?

Do you know how hard it is to intimidate someone when you're sitting in the lap of some dude? The answer is VERY. Kevin can't take him seriously at all, especially after Smith made a comment that Riko's ass was bony.

Riko goes after them the same but Smith doesn't really get that his anger is at Kevin. "Hey, I'm sorry I called your butt bony on national television. That was rude of me. You should try some squats though." and like what the fuck is Riko supposed to say in the face of some dude genuinely apologizing to him.

It buys enough time that no one is grabbed or slammed.

Seth and Allison drag him out to the bar that night and after a few minutes sitting with Allison Smith realizes that he actually does have to pee and oh god someone's trying to assault Seth! Smith calls upon the powers of Gracie Hart and Seth has a black eye and a concussion but he graduates.

Neil wants Smith to come with him to the Thanksgiving because Neil has latched on a bit. Smith ends up going and also ends up going upstairs to go to the bathroom because oh god he cannot handle Nicky's parents hearing him take an anxiety shit. He's making his way to the end of the hall and sees a penny on the ground so he bends over to grab it.

And Drake Spears is unbalanced from missing his swing and falls right out the open window to the ground below where he breaks his neck. Naturally, Andrew is watching this scene unfold from the stairs and just starts to laugh his ass off. Smith turns around after flipping the penny over (it was tails side up and therefore not lucky) unaware of what has happened.

Smith asks if Andrew wants to use the bathroom. Andrew insists that Smith goes on ahead. The Hemmicks keep asking if they saw anyone upstairs and Smith has no idea what they're talking about, Andrew does but plays dumb out of spite. A day later it's wild that Nicky's parents got arrested. Like they seemed so normal, how did they kill someone and dump him in the side garden??

The Winter Banquet happens and well...it's dark. It's dark and Neil has brown hair and brown eyes and Smith has brown hair and brown eyes. Riko is not the best at judging heights so he calls Smith to threaten him and tell him that he's joining the Ravens for a Winter Break training camp. Jean is doing the most anyone has ever done not to laugh right now.

Riko only realizes his mistake when he's finished threatening Smith with his father and Smith ruins it. Smith is elated to have somewhere to stay over winter break. He can't mention he has nowhere to go so he'd thought he'd spend the break homeless. Now here comes Riko Moriyama inviting him to a camp where room and board will be provided?

What a nice guy. To thank him Smith compliments the gains he's noticed on Riko's ass. "The squats are really helping you, or are you doing something else?" he asks.

What the fuck is Riko supposed to do? ADMIT THAT HE FUCKED UP? Tell Smith that he's been doing squats and leg lifts before asking that he hand the tickets back and go get Neil???

Fuck that.

He'll just turn Smith against the Foxes and-

Well Riko kept talking about Smith's dead dad and so Smith may have a slight misunderstanding about the full scope of this training camp. He may think that there is some sort of seance element to it at this point and he's kind of excited at the idea of talking to his dad. "I've never spoken to a dead man before, this will be fun." and it's delivered flatly with no expression.

Riko starts to wonder if maybe Smith is the Butcher's son? Did the Butcher have two sons? He's sweating all the sudden.

It does not help that Smith brings a Ouija board to camp or that his dad was a legit Butcher before he died so Riko's tentative questioning only sends him further into an anxious mess about if Nathan had twins and Riko, due to being kept away from the family business, might just not be aware of it?

Smith has a nice Christmas break.

The last scene I've got dinging around in the noggin is in Binghamton. Smith has been left behind at many a stadium at this point. There's a solid and fast rule.

Neil cannot get on the bus without Smith. They are buddies. This is the buddy system. So when the riot starts and Neil seems to be getting pulled away in the crowd?

Well Smith grabs his hand and pulls him towards the bus, "Buddy system."

The bus starts and they're on their way shortly after. Neil's an anxious wreck but that next morning he wakes up to the news that the Butcher of Baltimore died in an FBI raid the night before as well as his men.

Smith watches the news with Neil, "Wow, that's scary." as he sips some orange juice.

[scremogirl]

HII LOVE UR WRITING,, MAY I REQUEST (if no, pls ignore! :')

so theres this thing i do,,, as a clingy partner,, was wondering how ur yanyans will react?

Whenever reader wants some quiet quality type, they sit on the floor near where yandere's chair is, and lays their head on their lap and js continue scrolling on their phone...yanderes reactions??

★♑︎☆彡𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎✪𝐍!☆♏︎★

How my yans react to you putting your head in their laps

GN! Reader, ❤︎︎!!! Your words are in italics theirs are in bold. Check out their stories here ✩ ✰ 𖤐. I LOVE U FOR THIS ANON(•̀ᴗ•́)و

𝐓akenya

✩Does not know what to do

✩Literally will freeze like a deer in headlights when you show him any kind of affection.

✩Wants it so bad though!

✩Will act slightly like a tsundere if you call him out on how much he’s blushing

☆The head in the lap thing tho? You’re actually trynna kill him

He’s yet again invited you over under the guise of a study session. You knew this because A, you're not stupid and B, you’ve finished your work for the week. It was Friday and you had nothing better to do, so why not? The chance to lay in his large bed plus free snacks and fast internet? The chance was too good to give up. So here you are. Splayed out in his bed as he sits hunched over his desk to engrossed in his studies. You’re kinda scared he’ll get scoliosis from how long he’s been in that position. It’s been about an hour and some change since you’ve been here and you’re starting to get bored. And hungry. Your stomach growling over the video playing on your phone was enough to get you up and moving.

You call out to him and in an instant he drops the pen in his hand and turns all his attention to you. Before you get to tell him why you interrupted him so abruptly, your stomach answers for you. With a teasing smile it clicks in his head what you were gonna ask him and he asks you to grab some of those disgusting kale chips he likes on his way up. His house is basically a maze so you have enough time to think about the many ways you could clear your boredom.

Finally arriving at the kitchen you grab a handful of snacks and wave at the butler who's already stocked up once he learned of your arrival. This dude is loaded so he won’t miss anything, besides he got ‘em for you anyways. Speak of the devil, he hasn’t paid attention to you not once since you got here, it was his idea in the first place! Making your way upstairs you finally decide on the perfect way to clear that thought.

Handing him his snack of choice he thanks you before immediately returning back to work. However, he doesn’t get through much as he notices you haven’t moved. He’s about to ask what you're up to before you drop down to your knees and place your head in his lap.

“He-hey! What’re you doing? I can’t work like this,” you ignore him completely before whipping out your phone and opening your bag of chips. He’s about to continue his questioning when you raise your arm up and hover a chip close to his lips. He shakes his head to the other side but as soon as you see it snap back you shove it past his soft lips. You make sure to press down on his tongue just a little before pulling back and whipping the remaining saliva in his lips.

“Shut up,”

Not another word was spoken from him the rest of the day. You could feel his bulge against your head but didn’t pay it any mind. Who knows, maybe if he finishes fast enough you’ll finally get the attention you wanted.

𝐌icah

✰A common occurrence between the two of you tbh

✰It’s usually from him but he obviously doesn’t mind being on the receiving end; prefers it actually.

✰Can actually be quiet for once. He just loves to sit in the silence of such an intimate moment.

✰You on the other hand just wanted a comfortable place to take a nap.

“(Y/nnnnnn), I’m boreddd,” jeez can this guy exist without making noise. It’s not nothing you didn’t expect though, that’s just Micah is. You’ve known him too long to be annoyed by things like this so you just sigh.

“Put on a movie or something,” you don’t give him the. You don’t even give him the courtesy of eye contact seeing as they're closed. The bags under your eyes and slug of your shoulders as you lay down on the couch don’t go unnoticed. Yes! The perfect excuse for a cuddle session. Rising from his spit across from you he moves his way over to the kitchen, not forgetting to hand you the remote first already knowing he’d probably spend 10 min just looking for a good watch. Opting for YouTube instead you quickly put on some random try not to laugh in order to provide you some stimulation, resisting the cusps of sleep. Your eyes shift to the soft snow falling past the window, the cold not helping as you snuggle deeper into your blanket making you even more tired.

He returns with some hot cocoa and cookies as he takes a new spot next to you. You sit up and take the surgery treats as your eyes refocus onto the screen. His eyes stay on you though, enchanted at the thought of you. Ever since you were kids he knew he was gonna make you his and nobody would get in the way of that m. Not even you.

Too absorbed in la la land he fails to notice that you’ve already chugged down your drink and eaten your full of the cookies. He only snaps out of it when he feels pressure on his shoulders. As he lets you lay him down on the couch, he’s watching as you readjust the blanket to cover your whole body. You scoot your body down and lay your head on his lap snuggling closer into his warmth. Smoothing his hand through your hair (or scratching your back if your hair’s too short/thick) he listens to your breathing become more even. So happy that his sweet little angel finally catches some z’s.

𝐌iylo

✫I really CANT decide if he or Micah like it more.

𖤐The thing is with Micah, he’s been able to have his hands on you for years so he’s more used to affection.

𖤐Miylo on the other hand, before you “truly noticed” him has only ever been close enough as sharing a desk with you. There was that time when he had to help you out of a sticky situation(insert anon of him helping you become unstuck), but other than that he’s never felt your skin. (Besides the time he broke into your house and wacked his shit to your sleeping face before stealing your underwear (●’◡’●)ﾉ )

𖤐After you got over the fact that he wouldn’t leave you alone/became popular, he will never stop touching you

𖤐Putting your head in his lap is only sending yourself down into a long rabbit hole

You’ve been putting off this project for god knows how long. Being in various different clubs, applying for colleges, and the stress from your parents did no good for your health; physical or mental. The student council have all been divided for the purpose of a fundraiser you’re putting on for donations to various types of charity’s. You got satlled with the easiest so you couldn’t be to mad but the exhaustion from life was killing you.

“Finally! Now I can finally get some rest,” Christ, if you knew being apart the council gave you this much work you would’ve opted for something more functional. You hear a chuckle from beside you. Oh right… he’s here too. He wouldn’t stop bombarding you with his assistance, saying that “two heads are better than one,”. Luckily, you were able to block him out for most of this project but now you can’t. There’s only so much about his rambles on quantum theory and the newest Spider-Man movie you can take. What a fucking nerd. No matter though, all you're worried about is flopping down and living in your own world for a while and he wouldn’t stop you from that. He tries to say something but you're not having any of it.

Grabbing him by the tie, you yank him towards you. You feel just a little bad for how aggressive you were but knowing him he probably likes it. The blush in his cheeks and rubbing of his thighs only emphasizes your point.

“Listen close, all I want is to lay down and not have to worry about anything. So do me a favor and shut your mouth for a while and read a book or something; got it?” The nod you receive from him is timid but filled with obedience, that makes you smile a bit. You reach up and pay his head a little “Good boy,”

You shift him so he’s sitting up straight and shove his discarded book in his hands before laying down with your head in his lap. He’s frozen and shaking slightly but you don’t care. He realizes that and snaps back into himself probably realizing he won’t get you to be so willing to touch him next time. Getting comfortable he decides that maybe you wouldn’t mind him reading to you. And you don’t. His voice doing justice as you rest your eyes and continue to listen to the story.

Y’all I am so mad because I was writing in tumbler and my phone shut off and all my shit got deleted. I had to re-write Kenya's whole part and deleted most of the earth. N E WAYZ hope this what you asked for my love, ENJOY( ˘ ³˘)♥︎!!!

-Sos ❤️

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 4: Eddie

Word Count: 994

Rating: G

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

CW: Language

Summary: A collection of Eddie's reaction to different parts of the book A Court of Thorns and Roses. Inspired by those wives who filmed their husbands' reactions to the books and provided me with hours of entertainment.

@corrodedcoffinfest

A sigh and the closing of a book has you looking away from your own book and over at your husband on the other end of the couch. Your eyes dip down to Eddie’s lap where your copy of A Court of Thorns and Roses lays shut. A look back up at Eddie’s face, staring towards the carpet while in thought, gives you no further clues as to why he has stopped reading.

“What’s up, Eds?” you ask.

He lets out another sigh and drops his hands to the cover of the paperback that’s balancing on his thighs. 

“What the actual fuck?” he starts off. “Feyre kills a wolf—because apparently, she’s the only one supporting her family! So, it’s some faerie wolf and it’s supposed to be a life for a life kind of thing? But then this fucking creature busts down the door all viciously and then is like, ‘nah I’ll just have you come live with me instead.’ What?”

As hard as you try to contain your amusement, a small giggle slips out. You tilt your head as you look at your husband, confusion creased on his forehead.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, babe.”

“This book has some weird as shit names for creatures,” is how Eddie greets you when you step into the bedroom, just out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you. 

“Says the Dungeon Master,” you tease as you walk towards your dresser. “There are no demogorgons in that book.”

“No,” Eddie counters, “just the Suriel. Nagas. The Spring Court is a goddamn death trap! And that’s even before we met this other guy who I just know is gonna cause chaos in some way later. Rhysand. Dude seems dark and I can’t say I hate it.”

You focus on keeping your jaw clenched tightly as you change into one of Eddie’s old t-shirts. If this was the other way around, Eddie would’ve already slipped up and spoiled something as big as Rhys’s role in the series, but you knew watching this all unfold before you would be well worth it.

“Feyre is getting all the feels for Tamlin, too.” Eddie looks over and gives you a cheesy grin. “Is that how you felt about me when we first met?”

“No,” you say with an over dramatic sigh. “Maybe you should’ve barged into my home and whisked me away to a magical escape room and I would’ve. But you missed your chance.”

You sit down on the couch after dinner and it’s not thirty seconds before your husband has his head in your lap and gazes at you with those doe brown eyes. 

“Hello to you, too,” you say, immediately reaching down to play with his hair. 

“Lucien is a cool dude,” Eddie says. “I like him a lot. I hope he doesn’t die.”

“You’ll just have to keep reading to find out,” you tease. 

Eddie raises his arm in the air and it’s the first time you notice he has the book in his hand.

“Gonna start now,” he says. “I think some shit’s about to go down.”

It’s impossible not to watch Eddie’s face as he finishes up reading the first book. The man has always been one of the most expressive people you know and that includes while reading as well. His facial expressions provide grade A entertainment. 

Finally, Eddie closes the book and drops it on the couch cushion beside him. He releases a long breath, followed by an even longer inhale. 

“So Rhys did have reasons,” he starts, nodding his head as he speaks. “He wasn’t just the asshole we were led to believe he was. I actually think I like him the best. Tamlin’s alright and I do like Lucien a lot. But I felt more of a connection with Rhys.”

You listen to him, a smile on your face. The whole time he’s been reading the book you’ve been anxious to see what he’ll think of the end.

“A lot happens, doesn’t it?” you ask.

“Hits the ground running,” Eddie agrees. “Feyre’s tests were brutal. That worm maze was badass though! And I’m glad Amarantha is dead. God, what a bitch.”

“What part were you reading where your nostrils were flaring?” you ask with a giggle. “You looked pissed.”

Eddie thinks for a moment, then his head lifts and he snaps his fingers.

“That was when, ugh,” Eddie pauses, an irritated groan rumbling from his chest, “when Tamlin doesn’t do a fucking thing to help Feyre! Holy shit. Just sits there on the throne except when he gets to make out with her. Jesus Christ. If that were you, I would’ve been out of that goddamn seat and taking anyone down I had to to keep you safe.”

His impassioned words make your heart flutter.

“My High Lord,” you coo.

Your husband seems to like that, a smirk growing on his face as he noticeably looks you up and down.

“You know,” Eddie drawls. “I do have those pointed Elven ears. They could definitely be fae ears.”

Slowly, you push yourself up out of your chair and saunter over to the couch. Eddie leans back as you climb into his lap, straddling his thighs. 

“Eddie Munson, High Lord of the Hellfire Court,” you say, wrapping your arms around your husband’s neck. 

“Mmm,” Eddie hums, angling his head down to press a few kisses along your throat. “Maybe then you could wear the ears and be my Feyre, let me cover your body in paint.”

“Technically she was still a human at that point so she wouldn’t have the pointed ears,” you say softly into his ear. 

Eddie’s fingers dig into your sides, tickling you until a shriek squeaks from your lips.

“Had to ruin the moment with your nerd knowledge, huh?” Eddie asks with a playful smirk. 

A smug grin lights up your face as you answer him.

“About time you got a taste of your own medicine, Munson.”

[ninapi]

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Faded Reality ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Premise: Being the strongest wasn't always ideal, finding love and building a family behind closed doors not an easy fit, but you were worth it and the seed of that love had to be protected no matter what.

Word Count: 3087

Note: This is the second chapter for my "Infuriating Beauty" story, I named them differently just because lol, but you can read the first installment here~

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Life can change drastically in within hours, that is a fact.

Satoru’s life has always been monitored, controlled even, he’s never had the chance to do as he pleases, even if to others, he does what he wants, but truth is he only does what he’s allowed to, he just has a longer leash than others.

The Gojo clan was not allowed to fall in love. They had one purpose only, and the council would make sure things would remain unchanged. 

His future has been planned since he wasn’t even born, and the moment his inheritance was confirmed, he became another toy of the higher ups. No matter how strong he was, he was still being controlled by them.

But this time things were more complex.

The moment Satoru returned home from his mission, he saw two very distressing scenes going on at the same time. As soon as he went into the house he saw a notification in his mailbox, the fact that it was an envelope completely sealed to only be able to be opened by him worried him to his core, but the moment he stepped in his living room and saw Megumi holding your legs up on his lap, rubbing your belly, his brain shut down.

Jealousy was painted all over his face, that was until he saw Megumi’s face. He had clearly not been sleeping for who knows how long, and you…you were pale, asleep, yet very much uncomfortable. 

“What happened?” it’s all he managed to mumble out, he wasn’t angry anymore but worried.

“You happened…” the angry teenager face was just lasting way too long for Megumi, it normally makes him laugh, how sour he could get, but not today…”What do you mean…? Who did this to her…?”

“YOU did!”

“Shhh you’ll wake her up! What do you mean? What did I do now?” he was honestly confused, whisper-yelling at his adoptive son.

“We think she’s pregnant…” 

All color left his face. He should be happy, he actually was, very deep down in his heart. Having a child with the love of his life seemed like a blessing, and would have been if he was a normal dude with his darling wife, but he wasn’t, this would bring chaos and potentially harm you if he didn’t do something, fast.

Going up immediately from your side, he went back to the letter he got from the council. While it wasn’t about your pregnancy, thankfully, it was regarding his now official engagement, he was to meet his future wife next Saturday, a party would be held as a thoughtful gift from one of the higher ups.

They really knew how to mess up people’s life…he just got to know he’ll be a father in a few months, only to be told he has to marry someone else, not the mother of his child but someone he’s never met before, on the same day.

“Toru…?” your voice was raw, your morning sickness has been too rough in your body and the sleepless nights just weren’t helping at all.

“I’m here baby. How are you feeling?” he burned the letter to ashes in seconds before heading back your way. He’ll think about how to get rid of that stupid engagement later, you were more important right now.

“I’m fine, it’s just a bit hard to keep things in my stomach…” Megumi was helping you sit up, wrapping you in a warm blanket; he was truly an angel.

“She’s been throwing up nonstop, she barely sleeps and doesn’t want to go to the doctor, doesn’t even want Ieri-san in the house…” he was tired, his eyes were barely open and the bags under his eyes were as dark as his hair.

“Why, my love? We need to get you checked, what if you’re just sick?” he was now by your side, holding your hand to his lips. 

“I have your child inside of me, Satoru…I’m their mother, I feel it…Ok? Don’t question me…” your angry outburst startled him, you’ve always been so sweet to him, specially after a long mission.

“You see? She needs a doctor but nobody listens to good old Fushiguro…” 

“I’m fine Gumi…I just need to sleep…Toru baby I’m sorry, I’m just a bit grumpy…my mood has been all over the place lately.” you were curling into a ball, clearly distressed by the entire situation, worrying Satoru.

“It’s fine, but I need you to see a doctor, love. It’s not that I don’t trust you, mothers are always right…I just want to make sure you and my baby are fine…can you do that for me…?” gathering you in his arms, he was more than sure you were right about it, he just could feel it, as weird as that sounded, he knew you were right.

“But what if someone sees or hears that I am pregnant? Isn’t that dangerous? What if they find out is yours?”

“You can say it’s mine…” Megumi was blushing madly, playing with his fingers. Even if it wasn’t the reality he wished it was, he wanted to at least be helpful to you in some way.

“Gumi, my angel, I would end up in jail if we say the baby is yours…” his cute idea made you chuckle, knowing you had both of them by your side willing to protect you and be with you all the way made you feel so full, tears were pooling in the corner of your eyes, proving your mood was indeed all over the place.

“Can’t Ieri-san see if she’s pregnant?”

“Unless a curse was the one impregnating her, I doubt Shoko would be of any help…”

“Well a curse did impregnate her…the worse curse there is…”

Satoru just hissed at Megumi, before placing soft kisses to the side of your head, “I’ll get someone I can trust. We need to make sure the baby is fine.” his word was final, even if you were the one pregnant, the child was his too, he had the right to demand his child's safety.

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Facing the council was one of the things Satoru hated the most. They never listened to him and he would always end up throwing threats here and there until they would allow him to get away with whatever he wanted.

However, this time they were fully immersed in the argument, not giving the chance to fight back. They wanted him to marry this woman he knows nothing about, just because a rumor said he was bringing a girl home.

If they ever got to know this said woman is very much indeed his woman and currently carrying his child, not only your relationship will be in danger but your life and the one of your little seed of love too.

“I am not marrying that ugly wench, you hear me? I am Gojo Satoru, I am not letting you decide who gets to go in my pants and who doesn’t.”

“You disrespectful child…You’ll do as you’re told, end of the story.” 

“I won’t, and that’s final. Stop believing in stupid rumors, you know me, I don’t get attached, it’s all a baseless rumor and I won’t let you ruin my life for something as little as that. Now if you excuse me, I’m going in a little vacation, I’m sick of all your bullshit.” leaving the meeting behind, Satoru, who already had his and your bags packed and in a car outside, went out and straight to the airport where you and Megumi were waiting for him.

The doctor he took home to check on you confirmed you were very much pregnant, and warned the two of you of how it was probably going to affect you, recommending as much rest as possible to avoid loosing the child.

The idea of stress putting his baby in danger made Satoru want to leave the city as soon as possible.

Memories of how much fun he and Suguru had in Okinawa made him want to take you there.

Yaga knew about the situation and allowed the both of you to take a break disguised as a mission. It was all planned, he would say he’d spend a few days off by the beach on his own, then go off to this long mission. When in reality you’d be in the same resort as him and then move to a safe house in the other side of town until the baby was born.

And it all went surprisingly well, the elders stopped bugging him as he made them remember his past and who he was, it did sound a bit ridiculous, tying the man down over a rumor they weren’t able to prove.

But the pregnancy wasn’t as beautiful.

The stress was there, no matter how much he tried to distract you.

He was always on edge, checking the windows and locks constantly, while you missed Megumi dearly.

Hence the entire pregnancy was filled with stress, sorrow and pain from how big the child was. All this without being able to leave the house for months, was just souring your mood constantly.

Satoru loved you and his son. He would do anything to protect you, even if that ended up stressing you further.

“Toru come and rub my belly, your son is as stressed as you are right now…” he’s been kicking you all morning to the point that your hips now hurt in discomfort. He did feel when his daddy was on edge, they had a weird connection, one that scared him badly, what if he is also born with his infinity? Will the council take him away from you? Will they make you suffer as much as they did to his mother?

“I’m not stressed, babe. Just making sure everything’s ready…he’s coming soon and we gotta get him out safely…” he leaned on the couch beside you, gently rubbing the little protruded foot on your side, placing soft kisses all over your heavily swollen belly. “Our son is almost here, aren’t you boy?” listening to his daddy’s voice just made the child even more impatient, the kicking going wild. “You having a party in there, young man? Give your mama a rest will ya?” With his loving nuzzling and after humming a tune or two, the baby finally stopped moving, reminding Satoru how hard would be to keep the child hidden once he’s out.

“Feeling any better, babe? He’s a tough one, huh? Just like his daddy~” even with all this uncertainty, he was excited to meet his son, to bring life to this world, life coming out of the purest act of love, the only pure thing he’s ever created, his baby boy.

“Mhm…thank you. He really takes after you, I wonder how problematic will that be.” even if you were just talking about his little hyper self, Satoru’s mind was running a mile an hour, he would definitely have his powers. He suddenly remembered the tales of how uncomfortable his mother was when he was still inside of her, how sick she got, how she almost dies in child bed. He didn’t want that for you, didn’t want that for his child.

Being the strongest is great, but its also very lonely.

He doesn’t want his child to go through all he had to in his lifetime, so he’s got to do something.

“I’m going to kill them all (Y/N)…” his comment confused you, to say the least.

“Who baby?” reaching over to caress his face, you brought his head to rest on your chest. Satoru had this moments when his mind wasn’t as clear, when insanity took over all rational thought, and you couldn’t blame him, he had been through so much and he’s still so young.

“Everyone in the council, those old farts are a danger to my family. I must protect you and our son…they’ll always be a threat, they’ll never let me be happy, to have a normal life… I want to marry the woman I love, the mother of my son..be a normal dad take the kid to school, play catch, you know normal stuff, grill some meat on our yard, go to the zoo…They’ll never let us do that babe…” he was having one of his breakdowns, that much was clear to you, but this time he was right, there was nothing you could say to make him feel better.

“You can’t just kill them all, love. Even if you do, you won’t be able to do all that with us, because they’ll throw you in jail…” his face was now completely buried on your chest, his voice just a muffled whimpery mess. “I hate them…”

“I know you do, my love..I do too…but we can’t just do that and you know it.”

While you had permission to stay hidden while the child was born, you were to return to the school as soon as possible, both of you, as it would be suspicious to have you out for so long, it would draw too much attention.

“I will do what I can to get you two a normal life…”

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The baby was as beautiful as his dad, his white hair shinning in the sunlight, his big blue eyes would make the sea go jealous of their beauty.

A true Gojo.

While you were thrilled of having a tiny Satoru in your arms, he was terrified. He feared they would try to take his son away, that they would get to you, his treasure, and get rid of you.

“Toru…your son is getting restless, remember, he feels your anxiety…” Satoru was now holding his baby boy in his arms, his eyes were so full of love, he was so tiny, so soft, so beautiful. Even if he looked just like him, he had your smile, and those adorable cheeks of yours he loves to bite so much. He never thought being a dad would feel like this, he felt so emotional, he would die willingly to protect his son.

“I’m sorry sweetpea, daddy was just thinking about something, that’s all.” kissing his tiny forehead while his son held his hand to his chest made him remember how much of a happy man he was.

“We have to go back to school next week, Yaga called, they’re starting to ask questions…” to this you just nodded, you knew this would happen but having to leave your new born home wasn’t something you wanted to do this fast.

“Can we take turns? I don’t know who we can trust to take care of him…”

“I’ll talk to Yaga, baby. I’ll go back to work first, you can rest a while longer.” forging a report on a five months long mission would be a pain, specially being Satoru in it, he could kill any curse in seconds, but he had to come up with a plan, something that would give you more time to rest, to give him more time to figure things out and see how he could give you two the life you deserved, not the one you currently lived in, in the shadows.

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Satoru hated having to hide his true self from everybody, he wanted to tell the world how much he loved you, how beautiful his woman looked while pregnant, all rounded and fluffy, how cute and perfect his son is.

He hated having to go every so often to bars and clubs, to fake a ‘normal life’ just so those bastards would leave his family alone. He felt dirty, it was all just so wrong, having those women fawning over him, bringing him alcohol, when all he wanted was to cuddle his wife and son to sleep in his very comfy bed while watching Disney movies.

Having to live a double life just to please those who wanted him to have an ill fated life was starting to become too overwhelming and dark thoughts came hunting him once more.

It would all be fixed in seconds, all he has to do is get rid of them all. Then he’d take you to another country, learn the language and live as Frank, Jane and little Steve who lost their passports at sea…

“Satoru…you look awful…” Yaga was chewing on his sandwich, his worries have been growing as time went by, he was just not himself anymore, always down or angry, you were also not as bright as before, tired, sad even.

“If I said I wanna kill them all…would you help me?” he wasn’t thinking clear anymore, he was just so sick of everything.

“Easy boy, I know it’s difficult to live this way, but you should have thought about this before getting her full with child…”

“DON’T YOU TALK TO ME LIKE I REGRET IT! I love my son, I love my wife! I want them to have a normal life, I WANT A NORMAL LIFE. I want to eat my wife’s warm dinner every night, sleep in her arms, play with my son, read him a story! Why do I have to go drink with whores, go kill stupid curses? I’m sick of this…so sick of all this bullshit…I didn't ask to be the strongest, I didn't ask for any of this....why can't I just be happy with my family? Is that so wrong for me to do...?” he was crumbling, his mask shattering to millions of tiny pieces, pieces only you were able to glue back together with your love.

Heaving a deep sigh, Yaga patted Satoru’s back, “Let’s kill them all….”

Trying to give you a perfect life was difficult, nobody said it would be easy.

But he would do anything for you.

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Masterlist Next Chapter

Note: this ended up being too long, so I decided to split the idea in two and now there will be a third chapter lol

[your-local-hoemie]

Imagine our favorite gingers with a constantly sleepy s/o T-T s/o just casually falling asleep on a chair during a social event coz her social battery is non existent (this is so me)

-🐢anon

Somehow tumblr is exposing my red flags better than what my therapist did, how ya’ll outing me like this 💀

Also hELLO! Yesyesyes our favourite ginger snacks are bACK!

I legit had to do this instead of catching up with Genshin because I was doing Heizou’s hangout quest and bro had me giggling and kicking my legs istg Hoyo knew what the fuck they were doing with him and I can’t handle it.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, established relationship, gn!reader, not-proof read.

Characters: Childe, Thoma.

Childe~

Dude finds it funny

Seriously had to hold back from teasing you about it 24/7 and it’s starting to break him

Ego boost 2000

At first he was very concerned!

Thought you died again 2.0

Kept asking if you were hungry or sleeping alright since he legit thought you weren’t taking care of yourself

Which you probably wasn’t knowing ya’ll, drink some damn water.

But when you told him it was just because your social battery was akin to a decomposing gummy worm, he immediately started laughing

Him being a extrovert makes it kinda hard for him to understand why social events are exhausting for you

Even if it’s just like 30 minutes

Even so, he loves his baby and will absolutely make sure to be prepared!

Always has something on him that can double as a pillow!

If he forgets it or can’t find anything then he’ll lean you against his arm or lap

He’s so casual about it too 💀

Unless he’s feeling like a lil’ shit and decides to tease you.

If you’re embarrassed about it or feel insecure about not keeping up with his ungodly amount of energy then he’ll be quick to put your mind at ease!

There’s nothing you could do that would make this man embarrassed by you

Gets suuuper cocky and proud when people look at you snoozing away against him

Mans just like-

“Yeah, I know you wish you were me right now”

If someone complains or gets annoyed by it then well

I think we all know the drill by now

He’ll help them take a nice nap too

Permanently

Or at least make em wish they could take the forever nap

Sometimes if the event or meeting is super boring which it usually is for him he’ll get lost staring at your face and admiring all your pretty features~

Ends up feeling bad when he has to wake you up but loves seeing your groggy face change from confused to panic within seconds

Usually ends up with you hitting him because he didn’t wake you up

Which usually ends up accidentally encouraging him to take you home so you can “rest” in bed >;)

Thoma~

You’re so lucky omg you have no idea

He got so concerned when he noticed you acting kinda off during a outing during one of his days off

Boy kept a super close eye on you and made sure you all stopped to eat just because he thought you had forgot to eat ;-;

when you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder he was fROZEN

Like you know when an animal falls asleep on you and you legally can’t move?

That

He panicked

After he tried slightly nudging you he simply just accepted his fate

After this happens a couple more times he eventually figured it out!

He’s good at being social given his close relationship with the Kamisato clan but he prefers keeping to himself a lot

So he’d definitely be able to understand!!

Knows how to help you recharge quickly too!!

He also grew used to you taking naps randomly when your energy was completely used up and prepared for it~

Very similar to Childe in that aspect!

Though he’s get too flustered to let you lay on his lap in public jkfjdkdkk

When it’s time to go he’ll wake you up by softly kissing your cheek or brushing it with his finger while gentle sitting you up

Doesn’t even give you a reason to feel insecure about it!

He’s so sweet and gentle that he’s just naturally comforting to be around

Always reassures you even if he thinks there’s even a slight chance of you feeling guilty ;-;

Occasionally calls you his sleepy angel if you’re being particularly cute!

If anyone gets mad about it he’ll simply tell them that if it’s annoying then you can both just leave

Has zero patience with anyone who dares to get mad at you for things you can’t help

When you both get home after a draining day he’ll make sure you’re all nice and tucked up in bed while he makes dinner

Please show him how much you appreciate him istg this boy is so precious

Look at me being productive uwu

Seriously how do people have the energy to just be social and not pass out the first chance you get it genuinely scares me-

[cookies-over-yonder]

the taylor support crew

Taylor hasn't been acting like himself for a while, and Link and Scary try and help him out.

ao3

birthday gift for @abeinginsand!!! <333 :D

Scary had noticed Taylor being less chatty lately, but she tried not to think much of it since sometimes she’s not one for talking either, but now it’s just downright concerning.

Even during lunch when Link brings up an anime Taylor’s obsessed with to try and cheer him up he doesn’t say more than a couple words.

Scary would say she and Taylor are good friends, but they aren’t the closest in the world. So, she turns to someone who might know more.

“Hey, Link?” Scary asks, catching him in the kitchen before he heads back to the others on the couch. “Do you know what’s up with Taylor?” she says, more hushed.

“Every time I ask, he says he’s fine,” Link says, pouring a glass of water and grabbing a straw from the drawer, “but if I had to guess, I’d say he hasn’t been sleeping well.”

“I’m worried.”

“Me too,” Link says, putting the straw in the glass.

Scary follows Link back to the couch and Link hands Taylor the water and sits down next to him. Taylor immediately slumps over and rests his head against Link’s side, his eyes half lidded, with far too prominent dark circles underneath.

Scary sits on Taylor’s other side, watching Normal and Hermie sit on the floor playing some card game she doesn’t understand.

Not many words are exchanged for the next little while, and then it gets late. Normal and Hermie say their goodbyes and head out, and just as Taylor stands up and starts wordlessly packing up his stuff, Link makes a proposal.

“Hey, Taylor, you wanna sleep over tonight?” he asks, with a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, sitting back down on the couch. His voice is quiet and weak.

“Can I stay too?” Scary asks, and Link gives her a quick nod.

She throws an arm around Taylor’s shoulders and pulls him closer. “You good, man?”

Taylor doesn’t respond. He stays staring at his lap in silence, and Scary notices his hands shaking.

She spares a glance to Link, whose concern appears to match her own.

“Taylor?” she asks again, shaking him a little. He looks up at her this time.

“Sorry, yeah?”

“Are you… ah, um, do you wanna watch something?”

“Sure,” he says, and nothing else.

Link grabs the remote and turns on the TV. Taylor’s Crunchyroll account is already on his TV, and Taylor shows no interest in picking a show, so Link chooses one at random.

Scary and Link pay more attention to Taylor than the TV, and Taylor doesn’t seem focused on anything at all. She’s not sure if he’s just really tired or straight up dissociatIng, but either way, it’s a cause for concern.

At one point, Taylor goes to take a sip of water and ends up spilling it all over himself, and he barely reacts at that, only sighing and putting down the glass. He just watches idly as Link helps wipe the water off his shirt with some spare tissues.

“D’you wanna get changed into pyjamas? I have a spare set,” Link says, and Taylor nods.

Link scoops Taylor up in his arms and carries him up the steps. Scary shuts off the TV, grabs her backpack and Taylors, and follows them a few minutes later, knocking on the door.

Link lets her in, and she sees Taylor in an oversized Garfield shirt and sweatpants lying flat on his back on top of Link’s bedsheets, eyes open.

Link sets up his sleeping bag next to the bed for Scary, but for now they both sit on the bed beside Taylor.

“Dude, have you been sleeping okay?” Scary asks, hovering over him and not expecting any sort of real answer, but taking a chance anyway.

He locks eyes with her, and then averts his gaze.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you look fucking exhausted. And you have looked exhausted for the past week. And I’m getting worried.”

“Don’ worry,” Taylor mumbles, fighting to keep his eyes open.

Link gets up and flicks off the light switch before lying down beside Taylor and wrapping his arms around him. “You should go to sleep.”

“‘S early.”

“Well I’m tired,” Scary says. sliding off the bed and getting into the sleeping bag. Truly, she’s quite awake.

“Me too,” Link says, his voice muffled, Scary suspects from his face being buried in Taylor’s hair.

Scary takes this downtime opportunity to check her phone, to find a couple new texts from Normal.

Norm: is taylor okay?

Norm: he didn’t look too good today,,, i’m a little worried

Scary: definitely not ok

Scary: i’m still here, sleeping over w/ him and link

Scary: i’ll update you

Norm: okay, i hope he’ll be alright

Jesus, Link is already asleep. It’s been five minutes and he’s already snoring.

Hopefully Taylor’s asleep too.

Scary scrolls through Tumblr for a while before deciding to close her eyes too.

She definitely feels safer knowing her friends are in the same room as her.

Hopefully Taylor feels the same.

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“Ow!” Scary yelps, jolting awake, and pushing whatever’s on top of her away. “What the fuck!?”

Then she hears a strangled whine, and sits up and opens her eyes to see Taylor curled up on the floor across from her, muttering to himself and breathing rapidly.

She hears a few words scattered in his nonsensical babbling: “Dad, no, fuck, no, Dad, Dad —”

Scary doesn’t know how Taylor hasn’t woken himself up with the sound of his own sobbing, but now it’s up to her.

She inches closer to him. “Taylor?” she says. “Taylor?” a little louder.

Okay. Okay. She puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes it. “Taylor!”

Taylor screams, and punches her arm away, his eyes snapping open.

“Ow, fuck! ” Scary clasps a hand over her forearm, trying to think through the pain. “You were having a nightmare, dude!”

He doesn’t seem to hear her, because all he does is curl in on himself and continue to hyperventilate.

Touching him again… definitely a bad idea. Fuck. Fuck.

She hears another snore from Link.

And then she hops onto his bed and shakes him awake.

“Link, Link, Link —”

“Huh, wha…?”

“Taylor’s freaking out, I need your help now .”

“Shit,” Link says, quickly hopping off his bed and kneeling down to where Taylor’s having his breakdown. “Taylor, hey, hey, it’s okay,” Link says, picking him up and carrying him back onto the bed and running his hands up and down Taylor’s arms.

Taylor draws his knees to his chest and buries his head in them, mumbling incoherently.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Scary mutters to herself, sitting on the bed with them and holding back from touching Taylor at all.

“Taylor, Taylor, can you hear me?” Link asks.

“My dad… he—he—he—” Taylor gasps, scratching at his arms. Taylor whines in what sounds like pain, and Scary thinks she might cry herself.

Link wraps his arms around Taylor and pulls him into a hug. “You had a nightmare, sweetie. Everything is okay. Your dad is okay. I promise.”

“Link,” Taylor mumbles into his chest between gasps.

“I’m here. Scary’s here too. It’s okay.”

“Scary,” he mumbles, reaching his hand out.

She holds it, and he squeezes hard .

Scary feels the tears sliding down her cheeks.

She never sees Taylor cry, let alone be this vulnerable, and it hurts.

“Bad dream,” he mumbles.

“Yeah, it was just a bad dream!” Scary says.

After a few minutes of Link whispering reassurances into Taylor’s hair, his breathing slows and he pulls away from the both of them.

“Sorry,” he says, swiping at his tears. “I’m okay. I’m okay. Erase that from your memory. Thanks.”

He gets up and starts to pace back and forth, shaking out his hands and sniffling.

“Have you been getting nightmares a lot lately?” Scary asks, trying her best to tread lightly.

Taylor glances at her, and then at her arm that she’s holding with her other hand, and he stops pacing. “Did I hit you?”

“Well—yeah but it’s because I startled you awake—”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit—” Taylor says, his breathing picking up again, “Sorry, oh my god,” he mutters as he covers his face with his hands.

“It’s okay,” Scary says, getting up and giving him a hug. He melts into it. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“What was your question?”

“Have you been getting a lot of nightmares lately?”

Taylor tenses in her embrace.

“Dude…” she says, holding him tighter. “You know you can tell us about this stuff, right?”

“Yeah,” Link says.

Scary isn’t sure when Link got up, but he wraps his arms around Taylor too, and they share a group hug in the middle of Link’s bedroom.

“It—it’s just uh, it’s the same nightmare, really. Sometimes it changes, but… uh. Like it’s usually about my dad. Sometimes it’s about my mom. And one of them always ends up… dead.” Taylor sniffles and sobs quietly into her shoulder. “Sorry. My legs hurt.”

“Let’s sit down,” Link says, guiding Taylor back to the bed. Instead of sitting, he lies down face first on the blanket and screams into it.

“Taylor, we just wanna make sure you’re okay,” Scary says, putting a hand on his back and rubbing circles.

“Have you had a panic attack before?” Link asks.

Taylor turns around and looks up at Link. “I don’t know?”

“That was like, what happened when you woke up and you couldn’t breathe and stuff,” Scary says.

“Oh, then yeah. Every morning.”

“For how long?” Scary asks.

“I dunno, a month? A couple months? I don’t remember. I just wait it out.”

Scary and Link share a look.

That is not good.

“What?” Taylor asks.

“Have you told your mom about it?” Link asks.

“Sometimes I go to her if she was the one in my dream, but I usually try not to wake her.”

“Taylor… you… uh—getting nightmares and panic attacks every single day is not normal,” Scary says. “That’s, like, really concerning.”

“Yeah,” Link says, running his fingers through Taylor’s hair. “Can you call me next time that happens?”

“You want me to wake you up?”

“Yes. Please. I can’t stand the thought of you dealing with that all alone.”

“You can call me too. If you want,” Scary adds.

“Mm, you guys are being so nice to me,” Taylor says, turning to lie on his side and shutting his eyes.

“Because we’re your friends,” Scary says.

“And we love you,” Link adds.

Taylor doesn’t respond, and Scary notices how he’s breathing deeper already, so she lies down behind him and wraps her arm around him, and Link cuddles up with him on the other side.