#no one knows but i love pebble SO much he is so adorable i cried tears of joy

[flawbject]

hehe pebble

(i don't draw dw often unless it's pebble don't expect too much more of this!)

[hai7ani]

PRINCESS TREATMENT haitani rindou

sfw

adult rindou is a lovesick fool + ran still peels rindou's prawns to this day

"What's better, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"'The hell's wrong with you?"

Rindou thinks you're stupid.

Not in a bad way of course -- he fucking adores it, especially when you're all sleepy and blabbering nonsense to him before bed in that stupidly cute face of yours. "Baby, have I ever told you that you look a bit like Chicken Little?" "Shut up. Go to sleep."

He says that with an annoyed expression and yet every time, Rindou will simply gaze into your eyes with a lovesick grin as you continue to sleepily mess with him in bed. A few swats to his chest when he sneaks a hand down the blanket to pinch your butt, a few giggles tumbling from your mouth when he attacks your neck with his lips because it tickles there . . .

And he'd air his whiny complaints out to Ran who is busy peeling prawns on the dinner table.

"I swear, why do all girls get zoomies when they're 'boutta fall asleep?" He rants to his brother with a scrunch of his nose and the older boy simply chuckles before placing down a nicely peeled prawn in Rindou's plate. "Does your girlfriend do that too? I gotta know, bro."

"You say that as if you don't like it. Love it, even." Ran licks off the sauce from his fingers with a look on his face. He stares at his brother, and stifles a laugh upon meeting eyes. ". . . And ya, she does." Rindou pokes into the prawn with his fork and brings it up to his mouth, before eventually choking on the meat from trying to hold back his own laugh.

Two unserious brothers.

And today, Rindou is holding your hand as you walk back home together after a dinner date out at a high-end restaurant in Aoyama. It is payday and he had immediately forwarded you a copy of his payslip when a notice from HR came through. "Eating nice today, baby." He'd smirked into the phone and you'd laughed loudly into the speaker. "Sure, sure. Whatever you want."

The crisp autumn wind blows past the two of you and dried leaves rustle around the walkway with some crunching beneath your shoes following the steps that you both take. You sway your hands together back and forth while kicking a pebble in your step.

"Answer it, baby. I needa know which kinda disgusting colour are you more into." You cling onto his arm and pout up at his blank expression.

Rindou pinches your thumb between his fingers while you giggle up at him, "do I seem like I got a fuckin' choice?" You shake your head, "you don't, no. So hurry up, answer it."

He clicks his tongue and moves to wrap a warm arm around your shoulders. "Lord have mercy. I'm stuck here with my annoying lady and she won't stop asking me weird n' stupid questions."

You ignore his whines and cries for help to the Lord and hug your arms around his frame tighter. You laugh into his shirt and a hand reaches up to caress at your hair. It's warm, it's comforting.

"Quickly, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"Dunno. You're stupid. Shut up. Go away."

You deadpan. He gives you a judgmental look that reminds you a bit of the silly The Rock meme that you always see on social medias before pulling you anymore closer to him.

You snort at it -- so much for telling you to go away.

"Fine. Have it this way then -- I'll massage your back tonight if you say pee yellow. Please."

It's an obvious bait -- it's deliberate.

". . . Pee yellow."

He willingly falls into it.

And Rindou flushes when you cackle and swat a hand at his back, "Jesus, Rin! Who's the stupid one now?" You point an accusing finger with a red face -- the aftermath of laughing so hard and he slaps it away with a faint pout. "Shaddap."

You approach a huge puddle of water on the ground and he hops over it in one big step. Rindou almost falls back when you don't let go of him, and instead, you remain where you are -- foot seemed to be mounted into the ground -- and you tug back on his hand. Hard.

Where on Earth did you find the strength to do that? He's got no idea at all.

"Shit, baby, I almost fell-"

Your hands break off somewhere in the process of him trying to regain his balance and not fall into the puddle of water with you figuring out your best course of action, and you soon realise that he's on the other side of the puddle now. You feel oddly left out despite the look of patience plastered on his face as he beckons for you to come over to him.

"C'mere, baby."

You stop moving, choosing to stare down the puddle with an annoyed expression instead while scratching at your bun that's starting to agitate you.

Your orbs scan around the tight walkway and notice that there isn't any walkable areas for you, and certainly not for the expensive Louboutin's you are currently wearing that is paired with a slim body-hugging dress hanging off your shoulders. No clear ground except for the muddy grass on the side from the light rain earlier, and you grimace at the thought of getting your heels dirty.

Because Rindou had gotten these shoes for you just last week -- you can't be getting them dirty this early into your ownership. These shoes are your pride and joy -- your absolute love. No harm can ever be done to them.

Rindou raises a brow at where he stands on the other side, staring at your figure who is awfully quiet all of a sudden. He notices that you aren't really paying attention to him and takes it a hint to follow your gaze instead -- the big puddle, the tight walkway, the muddy grass, the way you're checking and tapping your heels on the ground repeatedly . . .

And he pieces it together.

"I can't cross." You mumble and look up at him, who is already silently crossing your heavy Michael Kors over his torso. He puffs and fixes his hair before swiftly hopping back to you in one big step.

You reach out to hold his hands, a habit you make when you're unsure of what to do, and Rindou simply pulls you by the waist, closer to him, to grab at your arms and he looms it over his shoulders. You blink up at him with wide eyes and a cheeky smile -- you seemed to have picked up on what he's about to do -- and he resists himself to smooch at your rosy lips for being so cute.

He'll save that for later.

"C'mon, princess."

Rindou hurls you into his arms in one swift motion like an actual princess -- one arm supporting your back and the other tucked under your knees -- and you immediately smile widely into his neck, burying your face there as you shy and melt deep into his body. You hear wet footsteps sound through the area and can't help but finally let the giddy laugh escape your lips.

Rindou steps through the puddle while carrying your body in his arms with the heavy bag of yours slung over his torso that he's repeatedly tutted at the entire evening. "What the hell do you even put in there? It's always so heavy." "An umbrella, a recycled bag in case of emergency shopping, two packets of tissues, some pads, makeup, your stupid bulky power bank that you never use but still wants me to carry around-" "Enough."

You relish in the warmth radiating off his chest as you relax in his arms and thanking yourself for training a man like him.

You remind yourself to make it up to him tonight.

In what way? Guess he'll be finding it out tonight.

When Rindou finally makes it over to the other side, he moves to place you back down on your feet, but you cling closer to him at that and wrap your arms tighter around his neck.

"Noooo. Les' go home like this." You whine into his neck and he chuckles lightly, "I'll be all spent before we even get back home, baby."

Nonetheless, Rindou picks you back up and continues walking forward while you rest your head on his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat and you giggle like a fool. "More the reason for you to look forward to tonight."

He smirks down at you in his arms upon your words, half-lidded eyes gazing straight into your mischievous ones. You bite your lip under his gaze and look away.

"Yeah? What should I be expecting?"

"Something like a really nice massage. Paired with a little extra thing."

You wiggle your eyebrows at it and Rindou leans his head down to bite at your cheek.

"I'll sure be looking forward to it, then."

Though the two of you are being rather . . . cheeky, right now, he can't help but have his heart swell at the current situation. It makes him feel all giddy on the inside and he silently prays the night hides it well enough that you don't notice the flaming red on his cheeks. (You always do, and you never point it out. It's so endearing to see him like this.)

You're giggling like a pretty baby in his arms as he carries you back home with wet footprints trailing behind and your heavy bag slung over his torso.

He smiles at it. You smile at him.

And Rindou will spend a lifetime carrying you home in wet shoes and sore arms if it means getting to see you so happy.

Happy with him.

reblogs are appreciated ≽ܫ≼

[lunanami]

TRUST ME — kaveh .

with al-haitham as acting grand sage, he was naturally out of the house more. that leaves time for some rather unorthodox activities between you and your boyfriend.

notes : f reader, mirrors , squirting , praise , creampie.

wc : >1k

“better hurry, princess,” kaveh smirked, the smoothness of his voice a perfect compliment to the lewd echoing of skin slapping against skin in the room. “he’ll be home soon… and you know how painfully punctual that man typically is,”

you weren’t too sure about how your boyfriend had managed to convince you to let him take you on his roommates’ bed, though the blonde had always been one to have a way with words. so much so that now, you were on your knees, tangled in al-haitham’s grey, silk sheets whilst kaveh rammed into you from behind. one large hand held both of your wrists behind your back, using the hold as leverage to bury himself deeper and deeper into your warm cunt.

he watched intently as your ass jiggled with each bounce, his ego inflating a tad more each time you squeezed his fat cock. the position that he had you in also allowed for kaveh to have almost complete control over you and your body. occasionally, he would bend down and whisper tender praises into the shell of your ear, reminding you how delightful your pussy felt wrapped around him, and how well you were for taking all of him.

"that's it," he rambled, "gooood fucking girl. . . best pussy ever, you hear me? so fucking perfect. . ."

each syllable of praise made your cunt flutter around his thick cock, especially when kaveh's balls collided with your puffy clit. "are you gonna cum for me, princess?" he cooed, "wanna cum all over haitham's sheets? make a pretty mess f'me, darling?"

"please. . ." you begged, "wanna cum on y'r cock... please, please, please,"

kaveh grew cocky at your repetition, using every ounce of his strength to lift your body so that your back was flat against his chest. he shifted his arms to hold you in place, continuing to fuck you as he did so. one of his arms snaked its way up from your stomach and to your face, gripping your chin and forcing you to take a look in the full-length mirror that rested opposite the bed.

"sweet thing," he hushed your pleasured cries, "such a mess already, aren't ya? y' wanna cum so bad, don't you, pup? keep watching, wanna show you how pretty you look f'me,"

his hand then trailed its way back down, teasing your pebbled nipple with a light tug before settling on your oversensitive clit. kaveh's digits massaged loose circles around the puffy nub, his lips finding solace against the sweet spot on your neck. "beg for it, princess," he mumbled against your skin.

you merely whimpered, words having fled your pretty little head a short while ago.

"already that far gone? 's okay, i've got you. just let go for me, alright, sweetheart?"

kaveh's lithe fingers sped up, though his thrusts grew sloppier. you muttered short semblances of phrases, with him finding your incoherence completely adorable. a couple of taps to your clit had you squirming, yet your eyes remain on the mirror — ever the obedient soul. the man managed to decipher from your babbles that you were about to cum, and with you in such a state of mind you would undoubtedly fall hard.

"go on, cum f'me, princess," he cooed. you saw white lights as you squirmed in kaveh's hold. your cunt clamped down around him, gushing all over his roommates sheets. he continued to fuck you through your high, shooting thick ivory ropes into you shortly after.

kaveh held you as you calmed down, knowing how much you valued being close to him afterwards. he wiped away any tears that had fallen, rambling soft praises into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head.

"love you," you spoke, reaching for kaveh's hand to hold.

"i love you too, my darling," he smiled back at you, "feeling okay?"

you nodded. not many people got to see this side of the architect, with his cocky exterior now deteriorated and leaving behind the most genuine, gentle man that you'd ever met. he held onto your hand as he stood up, admiring the mess left behind. not only was his cum dribbling out of you and beginning to pool on the sheets, but due to the grey material, you could see the exact spot where you'd squirted all over the place.

part of him wanted to leave it for al-haitham to find, though the small yet rational part of his brain decided to spare you the embarrassment of such confrontation. he went to go and grab a washcloth, though before he could even exit the room, he heard the front door begin to unlock. oh, he was really in for it now.

[theflowerrooms]

Dad!Eddie Munson headcanons?

(if you haven't already)

I LOVE DOING THIS!!!

single dad! Eddie series someday?

Your pregnancy was easy but it was anything but stress-free.

When you told Eddie you were pregnant, he stared at you for a moment before he said “are you keeping it?” With the most monotone voice you’d heard. His reaction to learning that you were carrying his child.

It took him a week before it processed for him, that you were going to be having his baby, your baby together.

He came home one night later than usual and bolted to you with a small gift bag, blue with white tissue paper.

You opened it slowly, loving the big cheesy grin on his face more than whatever could b possibly be in the gift.

A small hellfire onesie, 3-6 months. You cried and he cried.

Eddie was so worried during the pregnancy. He hadn’t gotten lucky with his parents, his mom dying when he was so young and his father being- his father.

He was so sure that he wouldn’t even know how to be a parent.

All of his worries were washed away when a doctor put your little baby girl in his arms.

Big round eyes and a full head of dark hair. She was a month premature, and while completely healthy, she looked impossibly tiny in Eddie’s arms.

Delilah Juliet Munson

Eddie cried when you held her for the first time, and he cried when he handed her to Dustin for the first time. He sobbed when he watched Wayne hold her carefully in hands aged by years of working in factories and raising a troubled boy.

Eddie sang to Delilah every night since you brought her home. A lot of them he’d written for you, a lot he’d written for her.

She’d sit in his lap between him and his guitar, playing with her dad’s soft dark curls that she’d inherit.

There was no trouble telling that she’s Eddie’s, she looked nothing like you. Dad’s girl through and through.

As she got older, she didn’t seem to act much like Eddie. She was more timid and quiet, didn’t get mad quick.

From any child you’d expect tantrums, especially a Munson child, even Eddie threw tantrums from time to time.

Not Delilah. She’d cry when she was sad, express that she was mad when she was, but she was incredibly emotionally intelligent, tantrums were never a thing you had to deal with from her.

She didn’t share many mannerisms with Eddie, only a few. When she’d colour she’d stick the tip of her tongue out past her lips in concentration, when she was scared or nervous her hands would shake, and she’d always talk with her hands. Even if she was talking about something boring.

She loved to talk- she got that from Eddie. It would take some time to get her to open up, but she’d talk your ear off when she gets comfortable.

Delilah and Dustin have an incredible bond. Uncle Dusty. She draws pictures for him all the time, includes him on family portraits, picks him flowers.

“Daddy can you put this in your pocket?” Is for Uncle Dusty.” She’d grin, adorable tooth gap on show with a cool looking pebble in her palm. And Eddie would put it in his pocket, and Dustin would keep it forever.

When Delilah was old enough for preschool, she’d started to cling to you a bit more. She always wanted you and always loved you, but she was dad’s girl. And overnight she’d decided that you gave the best hugs, that you told the best stories, and that you gave the best piggyback rides, which Eddie swore was false because he was both stronger and taller.

But she still loved her dad, told him all his secrets and asked him all her questions.

One day you went into her room to the both of them looking sheepish, she handed you Eddie’s D20

“If you roll a number bigger than ten, you and daddy get to have another baby!”

[starmakesart]

Valentine's counterpart featuring Cupid Yuya

Rating: T

Mostly a fluffy concept drabble

It's a beautiful, sunny day in Heartland City and Yuto wants nothing more than to crawl under a rock and hide there until night falls. Once again, it's Valentine's Day and the delightful, heart themed city he resides in has pumped far too much money into red, white, and pink themed merchandising that makes his eyes bleed if he looks at it for too long. He doesn't need to buy overpriced chocolate or flowers or anything of that sort because the girl he loved found someone else. It's his fault, really. Yuto was far too shy about his feelings and in an effort to avoid causing trouble between himself and Lulu, he simply said nothing at all. He let her believe they were only friends. Yuto felt his heart shatter the day she rushed to him with a smile on her face and a photo of a boy on her phone.

Boyfriend, she said, beaming from ear to ear with a face so adorable that Yuto could do nothing but force a smile and a few curt words of false congratulations. He has no one to blame aside from himself, but that won't stop him from stalking off to the river to chuck pebbles into the flowing water until he feels better.

Yuto picks up his first stone when something sharp hits the back of his head. He flinches and scrambles to feel around for a wound, but surprisingly finds nothing at all. Not even a scratch. Confused, he looks around, trying to make sense of what hit him when he spots an odd sight. There's a young man carrying what looks like a bow crafted from a pink material, with curly wings jutting out behind his back and an odd costume adorning his form. A red vest lined in gold with a white dress shirt underneath. A cape of white and gold is affixed to either shoulder by small buttons as his red slacks and golden boots click against the gravelly shore. His hair is a messy mix of red with green on top and a pair of pink, heart shaped goggles edged in gold hold back his numerous bangs. He seems to be struggling to load a heart-shaped arrow into the bow, which is evident by his quiet cursing.

Yuto sighs. He must have gotten hit by this clumsy man while he was trying to load his arrows.

He's about to turn around when the stranger finally manages to load his arrow and grins as he turns towards Yuto, weapon locked on his body.

"Okay! Second time's the charm!" He announced.

"Hey, wait—!" Yuto shouts, throwing up a hand as that arrow flies through the air and pierces through his chest.

He staggers back, his heart going wild as Yuto clutches at his shirt, expecting to see blood. When he pulls his hand away, there's no injury to show, just a strange, fluttery feeling in his chest. Grey eyes snap back to the stranger, who is standing smugly in place, nodding resolutely to himself.

"Another lonely soul ready for love. This job's a piece of cake on Valentine's Day!"

Yuto furrows his brows. Another soul? Job? What the hell is this guy talking about?

Why does Yuto really want to know his name?

He's moving without thinking, letting his feet carry him towards the stranger dressed in red until they're only an arm's length apart. Crimson eyes fixate on Yuto's form, looking him up and down for a moment before glancing away as the stranger pulls out a list from thin air and strikes off a name. He hums to himself, chipper and cheerful and very much oblivious to the way Yuto continues to watch him until a soft voice coughs just once.

"Are you the guy who hit me with an arrow?" Yuto questions.

The stranger turns around, blinking with crimson eyes at the riverbank as if searching for someone else.

"You. Green and red hair. Bow. Wearing a suit."

"Ehhh?!" He cries, nearly leaping out of his own skin as Yuto reads out his image. "You can see me?"

"You aren't exactly subtle," Yuto points out.

"N-no, I mean...you see me. All of me," He repeats with eyes growing wider by the minute.

Yuto raises a brow. "Is this a joke? It's not very—"

"Oh my god I'm in so much trouble!" The stranger whines as he dances from one foot to the other. "Don't shoot people in the head, she said. It's the one rule! It should have been fine!"

"Hey," Yuto says once more as he reaches out a hand to gently clasp the man's shoulder to calm him down. Sparks dance beneath his fingers as Yuto's heart hammers against his chest, leaving him feeling weak and dizzy for this stranger. Did he always look so cute? That suit is cute. Adorable, even.

"Uhm, sir, I'm really sorry, there's been a mistake," the stranger apologizes with a small, endearing frown that looks like a pout. "I meant to hit you in the heart first so you could fall in love, so it's really important you find someone to stare at so you can...well...do the love thing!"

"You definitely stole my heart," Yuto says without thinking, his mind a pleasant haze of softness and sparkles as he continues to gaze upon the stranger. "I don't even know your name."

"Oh no. Oh no no no, you can't be in love with me! Noooooo, that's like super bad!" He cries once more, pulling away from Yuto as the sparks fade and the glittery softness fades away.

"Wait!" Yuto shouts as he chases after the stranger, hand outstretched as he watches those wings extend and spread wide.

The odd man takes to the skies in a graceful movement, looping through the air as Yuto is left alone, staring at the sky with a hand over his chest, clutching his jacket.

"Who are you?" He whispers to the sky.

And why does Yuto already miss him?

[teamgreengalore]

I didn't even know that greencest existed until your blog , now I am obsessed with it !!!

Can you please write Alicent x Aegon,smut with plot ??? Both of them are starved by love for too long. Thank you so much 😁

AN: Ahh, i'm so glad you enjoy it. Corner of naughtiness over here ;) Hope you like this, first time with this pairing ;)

NSFW

“You will be good today?” Alicent softly whispered; those big, brown eyes of hers looking down to him. The hot water splashed around them both as their bare bodies brushed against each other. Gods, this was so wrong, she thought to herself. On every level. She was no better than the Targaryens she had despised. 

Aegon only hummed; his mouth preoccupied. The feel of his vibrations against her sensitive, ample breasts had her creamy pussy tightening around him. Had it always meant to feel this good, she whimpered to herself as her slender fingers moved into those locks of his. “Aegon…” She gasped out her question.

“I will be good..” Aegon promises sweetly as he slowly leans away from her breasts. Alicent nearly tugged on his locks to keep him close but the Prince was soon rocking his hips. “You’ll be crowned today.” She softly babbled out; hating and adoring the growing feel of pleasure moving through her body as her eyes nearly fluttered shut.

“Yes…I’ll be King.” Aegon hummed; his hand slowly moving to her arse as he brought her impossibly closer. “This is what you wanted.” He whispered; reminding her with a smirk tugging on his lips. Aegon slowly began to guide her against him; her body rocking as his fat, leaking cock only pushed deeper inside her.

A hot flush came over Alicent as she whimpered; her hands reaching for his shoulders to grab onto. Aegon only chuckled into her ear. “Such a good boy.” She couldn’t stop the praises slipping from her mouth as his cock twitched inside her. His larger hand slowly moved up her side now; goosebumps following his touch.

His thumb brushed over her pebbled nipple as they locked eyes. So similar they were to each other as their eyes softened. Alicent’s mouth watering scent washed over him as Aegon burrowed into her neck once more. His hands settled on her hips now as he began to guide her once more; sweet hiccups of pleasure began to escape the Queen.

The water only splashed around them some more and usually Alicent would care but it seemed the pleasure had taken over her; much to Aegon’s delight. Sweet moans began to echo around the royal chambers. “Imagine if they all saw you now.” His smirk had only grown as he watched her begin to fall apart.

“Hmm, saw you bouncing like a whore.” Aegon began to purr; taunting her some more as she whimpered louder. “Not a whore…” Alicent cried out; eyes wet with pleasure as she began to cry out. Her stomach is already tightening in pleasure. “You look like one.” He continued with a moan of his own as his head fell back. 

“Are you going to cum?” Aegon purred into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her body. As ever, she ignored him. Alicent could hardly speak if she wanted to as she shook her head. “Such a pretty liar I have.” Her legs began to shake as the tears of pleasure moved down her cheeks now as her climax ripped through her.

Their noses brushed together as he leaned in; acting on the most intimate sin as their lips touched. His hand moved to the back of her neck and kept Alicent completely against him; she couldn’t escape him now. Not when he was going to fill her up. Usually this was the time Alicent would remove herself from him.

It seemed this was his lucky day as she whimpered and bounced sweetly on top of him without any care. Aegon took advantage of the moment and pushed deeper. Alicent sharply gasped as his cum flooded her. “No..no…” She began to babble; those eyes of hers so wide as his hand moved to her mouth and stuffed two of his fingers inside her. Gagging her so prettily, he thought whilst moaning his release.

[witchkingslayer]

twice as many stars

a wolfstar one shot tags; light smut, poetry inspired a/n; this is 100% inspired by the poem 'the two-headed calf'. i hope you enjoy <3

The Two-Headed Calf

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this

freak of nature, they will wrap his body

in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north

field with his mother. It is a perfect

summer evening: the moon rising over

the orchard, the wind in the grass. And

as he stares into the sky, there are

twice as many stars as usual.

Laura Gilpin, 1977

Remus reads the muggle poem over again, the weathered paperback book dog-eared and well-loved, moulded to fit the shape of his palm. He’s careful not to flick cigarette ash between the spine, not to let the burning cherry kiss its pages. Beneath the inky sky, the moon new and blurred, he thinks of his friends, the boys who morphed themselves into beasts so the monster, the freak of nature within him, will never have to do it alone. His once sorrowful cries, bellowing some retched sound towards the milky moon now has a chorus. 'You never have to be alone again, Moony,' Sirius had promised him. 

Remus is nineteen, and the world believes he ought to be bound, ought to be put down and wrapped in newspaper, but not gently, not to be gawked at but to be lowered into dirt and forgotten. No wildflowers would grow over his crude grave. But Sirius has reminded him, his warm lips like gossamer against the column of his throat, 'You’re a star, too. We’re right beside the moon, right where we belong.'

To Remus, the dark meant solitude, no other light allowed except that glowing celestial body that has become his master. Now, it’s a time to roam, to nip and lap at the black dog’s heels, to let their hands roam beneath the soft sheets in their dorm, to let stars explode between them; not so unlike their namesakes, scattered on their skin in the language of lovers. Sirius drags his tongue over the planes of his bones, not caring that they protrude and are marked with silver and pink scars. 

Remus was meant to keep his head down; meant for the cold, hard ground. Crouched as the wolf, downtrodden as a boy. Sirius props him lovingly onto a pedestal, threatening to drag the night sky a little closer to the crown of his head, if he has to. “Men can be monsters, too, you know,” Sirius points out, his tone protective, his fingers kneading Remus’ tired joints with reverence. The Black heir, meant for a life of riches and secrets, of violence and opulence, of prejudice and hate, has chosen courage and only the most wild and rash ideas, coming to fruition before the moon can usher in the morning sun. Sirius has chosen to put out his hand as a sanguine offering. ‘See?’ he cajoles before the wolf, the skinny, precocious boy, letting him sniff his knuckles. ‘You’d never hurt me.’ And Remus tries and chooses to trust, to allow himself to be touched and adored, letting the clever Sirius Black show him that he never needed to be tamed, only loved. No one so young, so broken by others, deserves a cage, and Sirius picked the locks of Remus’ himself, deft, tricky digits prying it apart. 

It’s spring, and a war spreads like something sick among them, but for now, Sirius sits at Remus’ side. The Great Lake is as still as a mirror, and of course Sirius is tossing pebbles, if only to see the glassy surface of it ripple. Sirius is gentle and soft with nothing but Remus, not unkindly, but curiously; it’s what Remus loves so much about the black haired boy. Without the moon to upstage them, the stars beam from their places. They are alone, the two boys, their companions tucked away in their beds. They’ve casted the same charms around them, their love private and clandestine, for now, the stars their only audience. Remus has made himself too careful, too guarded, but Sirius deserves to feel coveted, so he throws his caution to the wind and fumbles buttons, tugs at sleeves, revels in the click of buckles unfastening. He lets his gnarled hand reach between their bodies, between Sirius’ legs, and grips him enough so that maybe Sirius will see stars behind his closed eyes. Remus presses his hips into his, their lips like a lock and key, desperate and firm and so soft, Sirius can’t help the deep whimpers that claw from his throat. Sirius’ fingers card through Remus’ ashen hair, drawing him in closer. Sirius digs his fingernails into Remus’ back, anchoring onto him as he chases his release, not unlike two dogs shaking the grass in pursuit of prey. Remus kisses him through his panting, his trembling breath, pulling him back down from the sky. He will find his climax later, in bed, among the softness Sirius deserves.

They are alone, for now, where no one will find them. It may be dark but they have one another. Together, they see twice as many stars as usual.

[strscrossed]

erelara marley au? 👉👈

OHOHOHO! okay here's something slightly nsfw. from that au where she's in love with eren but he's just using her and pretending she's mikasa to make it more believable. enjoy!

His one eye watches her intently as her thick black gown pools to the ground. She pulls on her tightly bound hair and her long, black tresses come tumbling down.

He likes seeing her like this, in nothing but a thin cotton shift with her hair flowing freely. He tells her himself. She finds that she likes it too. For one hour every Friday, she's locked in here with Mr. Krueger and she isn't held to any expectations or standards. She isn't Lara Tybur, eldest daughter of the noble and ancient Tybur family. She is Lara. A woman.

She situates herself in his lap and his strong arms wrap around her form. What a scandal it would cause if they were caught like this. It should disturb her how much it thrills her. But it doesn't.

His hands brush her side as he looks up at her with that smile that stole her breath from the first moment that she saw him.

"How are you?" he asks quietly. His head dips into the curve of her neck and slowly kisses along her skin. He never marks, though she desperately wishes that he would. But they both knew the consequences of that...

"Oh mmm," she struggles. It's hard to think when his lips are against her skin and his hand travels to her thigh.

He frowns against her, "Talk."

It's soft but commanding and she feels as though she might melt into a puddle.

"I-ah-well I've been better," she says as his lips trails to the junction of her neck and shoulder. He moves a hand to slide down the strap of her shift. She squeaks as the front of her shift slides down on one side, exposing her naked breast to the draft in the room.

"What's wrong?" he asks, staring at her pebbled pink nipple. Her cheeks are hot. He knows that she hates it when he teases her but it never stops him.

"Well, it's my brother and he's been extra stressed these days-ah!" she's cut off by the feel of his calloused fingers along her nipple before grabbing hold of her entire breast. She always feels something poking against her leg but he never allows her anywhere near it.

"Is that right?" he mumbles, seemingly more interested with touching her than actually hearing what she has to say.

"Yes. He won't tell me what. But he's been meeting with Marley's top military officers..."

"I see..." he whispers. He strokes and squeezes. Pinches and then rubs. Rinse and repeat as he always does.

He doesn't demand anything else. But then he abruptly leans down and takes her nipple into his mouth

She gasps as he licks and sucks. There's no shame here. The sounds coming out of her mouth bounce off of the walls and only seem to encourage him further. She cries out when she feels his teeth scrape against the sensitive bud.

It's too much. Lara grabs his cheeks, forcing him to release her nipple with a wet pop, and presses a demanding kiss against his lips.

The tongue, lips, and teeth make the kiss almost violent. But she loves it. His collar is bunched in her hands as she bites down on his lip, tasting blood. He grunts.

She reaches for the top button of his shirt when he abruptly pulls away and slaps away her hand. That gentle desire is replaced by something stern. Like a stone wall just went up.

"No," he says.

"I'm sorry," she responds. It's always like this. Every time she goes too far, it's like the warm, loving soldier she's come to adore above all else becomes a stranger once more.

His arms drop around her and she knows that's her cue to leave. It hasn't even been twenty minutes. But she's upset him. And she knows better than to convince him otherwise.

She's almost in tears as she dresses. Why? Why is he so cold her? Why does he not want her touching him too? Is it because of his scars? Is he ashamed? Can she not convince him?

But he's cold again and she leaves the room with a quick goodbye that he doesn't return. He just stares at the wall, lost in thought. She can't read him.

Even as she closes the door and walks away, a cold draft follows her...

[sage-writes-stuff]

Built for pleasure | E. Munson x reader

I'm working on a request right now but I accidentally deleted this and cried because it was my favorite thing I've written SO I FOUND IT IN MY GOOGLE DOCS AND ITS BACK 😭

Fluff/slight angst? a little suggestive. There's a scene after a hook up, love confession, crying. Gn reader! Begins under cut!

It had started two years ago, when Y/n had first moved to Hawkins. They and the school's resident freak, Eddie Munson, didn't get along very well. In fact, some would even say they hated each other. Constant arguing anywhere they went and saw each other, the hallways, lunchroom, classrooms, you name it. Neither of them could completely ignore the little spark they felt in their chests every time eye contact lingered a little too long during an argument, no matter how hard they tried. Until one day.

Y/n was starting to walk home when they felt a tiny pebble hit them in the back of the head. They groaned and turned around to meet the eyes of Eddie. He smirked at their annoyed facial expression. "Hey, where you going?" Y/n rolled her eyes, "home, leave me alone Munson" Eddie grinned, "Aww don't be like that Darling...you know you want to be around me," Y/n stared at him, "Seriously? God, Eddie, sounds like you have a bigger ego than Jason. You're annoying, you know that?" It went back and forth like this for a while, next thing Y/n knew they had their hands wrapped in Eddie's hair and her lips were against his and oh my god it felt so right but so wrong at the same time..

It went on like this for the rest of the time leading up to this certain night, fighting which always lead to hooking up in Eddie's trailer, some times even the back of his van.

Y/n couldn't handle it anymore, they knew this.

But tonight was no different fighting, getting into Eddie's van steaming with pure anger, driving to his trailer, laying on his bed and letting whatever happens happen.

As soon as they finished Eddie collapsed on the bed beside them, wearing the same shit-eating grin he always did when this happened. Suddenly Y/n sat up, Eddie stared at them, noticing how their body shook slightly. "Hey uh..you okay?" Then came the noises, sniffling and whimpering. Eddie sat up and awkwardly swung an arm around them. "Are you..crying? Hey..its uhm..its alright. What's wrong?"

"We can't keep doing this." They whispered. "Doing what?" Eddie furrowed his brow in confusion. Suddenly Y/n had thrown themself to their feet. "Don't give me that bullshit Eddie! You know exactly what I'm talking about! This constant stupid, stupid loop. It's the same damn thing every single time! Fighting, driving here, making out, having sex, going home, sobbing, repeat! I-I can't handle it anymore! I wasn't built for your own personal pleasure! I know something, I know there's something here. Even if we keep pretending we hate each other when we obviously get enough of each other, it's too much.." Y/n let out a sharp breath and Eddie stared at them. He stood up and walked over to them, wrapping them into a hug.

"Do you want me to be honest?" Y/n nodded and Eddie sighed. “Well uhm...I don’t really know how to tell you this? You know how I um wasn’t looking for love, especially not with you. At the time at least. But… I kind of just adore you now? It's stupid I know, but something about you..I just...I couldn't resist you." Y/n pulled away from the hug and wiped their eyes.

"Adore? Eddie..please...this..it just hurts. Call it what it is or I'll walk away now and you never have to see me again just please tell me the truth.." Eddie sighed and sat on his bed with a nod.

"Right okay..well Y/n..I love you. And I have for a long time. And I hope you'll have me? I swear I didn't plan any of this and I'm not even sure how to stop having these feelings. Just please take me as I am?" He was on the verge of tears himself, they both knew it. "Of course I will Eddie, I love you too." Y/n smiled and sat next to him on the bed, placing their head on his shoulder. He kissed their temple and wrapped an arm around them.

I'm literally in love with this and him I'd literally do anything for him on my damn knees omg.

I might make a part two for this if anyone is interested? Hope you enjoyed, thank you to my friend Jae for giving me the idea for this. <3

Requests are open!

[inkykeiji]

you’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold

character: gojou satoru

genre: smut with a sprinkle of fluff at the end

notes: aaaaah first jjk fic ever!!!! uhhh this is honestly just pure smut and punishment, satoru is a Bad Daddy, and it’s set in a curseless AU | title cred: handclap by fitz and the tantrums

warnings: 18+ minors dni, dubcon/noncon, slight size difference/size kink, belly bulge, spanking with a belt, rough sex, minimal prep, minimal aftercare (at first), toxic and unhealthy relationship (satoru is mean n a bad daddy!), daddy kink/slightly implied ddlg dynamics, praise kink, dacryphilia

words: 3.1k

synopsis:

And although you can—and do—get away with a lot, you can’t get away with everything. A little brattiness he can handle, a little brattiness he thinks is cute. But on the days when you’re really misbehaving, purposefully (or not) breaking every rule, acting out and refusing to listen, rejecting any bargain or compromise with him at all—well, he’s only human.

And he snaps.

Gojou Satoru is a bad Daddy.

He’s a sweet Daddy, a silly Daddy, a Daddy who’s almost incapable of saying no. He’s a Daddy with a massive sweet tooth, a Daddy who frequently allows both of you to have dessert before dinner—sometimes dessert for dinner—and a Daddy who gives his princess nearly everything she desires, weak to your pretty pout and puppy-dog eyes and please, Daddy?’s. He hates to deny you, aches at the thought of you being even just a teensy bit displeased, because he wants his baby happy, always.

It’s his fault, really, you’re saying, insisting, when he calls you a spoiled brat. Because, honestly, it is; Satoru is entitled—he always has been, born with a not silver, not gold, but platinum spoon in his mouth—and his little princess is entitled, too.

Because he gives you anything and everything you ask for the moment the demand leaves your mouth, dotes on you hand and foot, absolutely adores you, lavishing you in the finest silks and prettiest lace, always indulging you just as much as he indulges himself—as much as he has always been indulged, growing up filthy rich.

Because you weren’t always like this; or, at least, you weren’t always this brash about it.

But years of getting exactly what you want, exactly when you want it, has forced your attitude to change, to shift.

You haven’t changed, Satoru tells you one day, a tub full of melty ice cream in his lap as he shovels another spoonful into your mouth, waning sun bathing the penthouse terrace in translucent gold and coral, brilliant colours reflected in his crystal eyes. “I didn’t do anything—I simply revealed your true nature,” A devious little smirk spreads across his lips, eyes glinting in an almost ominous nature, and you shiver. “You’ve always been a selfish materialistic brat, haven’t you?”

Well, you guess he has a point.

And although you can—and do—get away with a lot, you can’t get away with everything. A little brattiness he can handle, a little brattiness he thinks is cute. But on the days when you’re really misbehaving, purposefully (or not) breaking every rule, acting out and refusing to listen, rejecting any bargain or compromise with him at all—well, he’s only human.

And he snaps.

It’s always something little, after a day full of disobedience, that does it, that finally lights the fuse and forces an explosion. Something that would normally be inconsequential, something he’d usually laugh off with a coo and a loving pat to your head.

Because you fought him on bedtime last night, then fought him on going to university this morning. You demanded pancakes for breakfast and when he denied them to you, because he’s got an important meeting in the afternoon and thus hasn’t the time to make them, you refused to eat anything at all—only to whine and bitch and complain about how starved you were for the entire duration of his conference. And yet, throughout it all, he was the perfect picture of patience, endlessly cool and nonchalant in his responses to your multiple tantrums.

Until you rushed into the kitchen in a famished frenzy, diving straight for the cookie jar and shoving three in your mouth.

“Sweets are not an appropriate dinner, baby,”

The words are sighed out in pure exasperation, his thumb and his forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, lids shut tightly.

Eyebrows furrowing, you tilt your head in confusion, speaking around your mouthful. “Since when?”

His eyes snap open, blazing azure glaring at you with such an intensity it makes you flinch, cookie crumbs turning to ash in your mouth.

“Since forever,” he seethes, mask of impassivity finally beginning to break.

“What?” you laugh around the word, but it trembles. “What are you talking about? You rarely enforce that rule—especially since you don’t even follow it yourself!”

“It doesn’t matter,” he snaps, nostrils flaring with a particularly harsh exhale. “I am the boss, and what I say goes,”

“Daddy!” A sock-clad foot stomps against the marble floor as you whine out the word, arms crossing tightly over your chest. “That isn’t fair! You can’t just—”

“Enough with this attitude!” he snarls, moving like a crack of lighting as he lunges at you, lithe arms embracing you in an iron grip. “I can, and I will,”

And then he’s hauling you over his shoulder, one strong arm wrapped around you and pinning you draped over his body, delivering swift, harsh slaps to your ass every time you kick your feet or beat your fists against his back, while every whine and complaint earns you another spank in his mind, mentally tallying them up and vocalizing the thought a moment later.

“You’re being a meanie,”

“That’s twelve,” he growls.

“I don’t care!”

“Thirteen.”

“So what?”

“Fourteen.”

“That’s nothing,”

“Twenty-five.”

And that—that gets you to pause, but not to halt, not to stop, potent brattiness mixing with fury as it boils in your chest, the need to defy, to disobey, burning through your veins.

“I-I can handle that,”

“Thirty,” his voice is calm—serene, almost—and ice cold. There’s an underlying challenge sown into it, daring you to try him again, to utter another word. He’ll go higher, you can almost hear his apathetic voice floating through your mind; he’ll go as high as he needs to in order to teach such an ungrateful little brat a lesson.

Thirty it is.

The buckle of his favourite belt jingles as he undoes it, that dainty clink! forcing shivers to pebble across your naked skin, pressing your chest further into the foot of his bed, fingers curling in cashmere.

You’ve developed a love-hate relationship with that belt; it’s so fun when you get to undo it yourself, gentle fingers tugging and toying as you squirm eagerly in his lap, yet the clank and clattering of that heavy buckle as nimble fingers skillfully unfasten it and pull it from the loops of expensive trousers is almost menacing, carrying with it portentous threats it fully intends to see through.

He never warns you when the first strike is coming, reveling in the way your muscles are coiled in tension, in foreboding anticipation; basking in the surprised yelp that bubbles up in your throat.

“Relax,” he tells you with a callous chuckle, leather squealing between large, smooth hands as he folds it. “And count,”

It’s his usual response, predictable and scripted by this point, but he never seems to tire of it, notes of delight lacing his voice.

And that first blow never counts.

Gojou Satoru may be a bad Daddy by most standards, but his punishments are harsh, brutal, and cruel, and they happen to be one of the only things he takes seriously in life.

There’s rules to each of his punishments—so many rules he’s made you write them out multiple times, until your hand ached and fingers cramped and the heel of your palm was swollen, so they’d stick in that pretty empty little head of yours, so you never forget—and his spankings are no different.

You are not to move until he tells you to. You are not to speak unless spoken to. You are to count each lash, loud and clear before the next strike lands. Each mistake, each misstep and slip-up and refusal to comply, will earn you one extra slap. The tool is to be decided based on the severity of the offence.  

The belt, all rigid rawhide and sharp edges, cuts into the supple flesh of your ass with each easy, nonchalant flick of his wrist, abrasively snapping against you.

Each collision of leather against flesh sears a tingly sting into your skin, biting rapidly rising welts into your ass and sending spiky jolts of agonizing pain bolting up your spine, the pain fading to a dull throb for just a moment before another blow is delivered.

“Gorgeous,” Satoru murmurs to himself halfway through your punishment, the word nothing more than a little huff of breath. You don’t dare respond, simply crying out the next number as he lands another harsh blow to your abused skin. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful sound, he continues, voice appearing faint and far away, mingling with the combined symphony of the crack of leather and pathetic whimpers muffled by sheets.

“It’s incredible,” he says, louder this time, voice dripping with wonderment, as if he can’t believe he’s created such a magnificent piece—the streaks of blood staining once perfect, unblemished skin; the high-pitched whines and sharp cries of each subsequent number; the resounding slap of the belt against your bare ass that evokes it all.

The whole thing sends a surge of intense power rushing through his veins, the tingling buzz it leaves behind enthralling and invigorating. You don’t need to look at him to know this, don’t need to see the way his eyes shine with it, the way his chest heaves with it, the way his entire body trembles with it—you can feel it in the atmosphere surrounding you, can feel the shift as his ego saturates the air, as his pure superiority bleeds into it, dense and suffocating, stimulating and revitalizing.

It infects your body, seeping in through your skin and flooding your veins, re-instills the need to be submissive, the ache to be good, providing you with the strength to endure.

The punishment lasts for forty-five excruciating minutes, accumulating a total of thirty three spanks—the extra three tacked onto your original punishment of thirty, one for each time you broke a rule. He’s on you in less than a second the moment it’s over, belt dropping to the rug-covered floor with a distinct thump as soft, eager palms roam your sweaty body, lips crushed against yours, still trembling as they spill pitiful whimpers into his mouth.

The luxurious bedroom—all cream and gold and drenched in sunlight—is blanketed by backhanded praises, warning you not to be a brat and just take what he gives. He’s sadistic when he gets in moods such as these, a feral glint in crystal eyes as large hands hastily flip you over—so fast it knocks a gasp of his name from your chest—seemingly unconcerned about the fresh blood oozing from the thin swollen welts that embellish your ass staining his thousand dollar sheets.

“Daddy needs you now,” he growls when you try to protest, breathing erratic as fingers flex on your hips, squeezing and kneading before pressing down hard, a silent order to stay fucking put. “And you’re going to be a good little girl for your Daddy now, aren’t you?”

Of course. Of course, because you are a good little girl, his good little girl.

But he’s a bad Daddy.

And, like a bad Daddy, he defers aftercare—it can wait, he practically snarls as he drags you to the edge of the bed, folding your legs up on either side of your body, knees nearly nudging your jaw; and foregoes prep almost entirely—two slender fingers slipping between your slick folds, prodding your hole and deeming you wet enough to take him.

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it when he gets like this, when that façade of indifference finally shatters to pieces, replaced with desperation, with urgency, with neediness.

Your head lifts from the plush mattress, neck straining a little as you watch him push his trousers down his thighs through bleary eyes, residual dewdrops of tears clinging to spidery lashes. His cock bobs a little as he kicks the pants off, and it’s just as pretty as he is, smooth and symmetrical and perfect in every way.

“This would be part of your punishment,” he pants out, speaking over your cry of discomfort as he begins to shove his cock into you, little cunt aching as it attempts to accommodate the sudden intrusion. “If you didn’t love it so much, fucking slut,”

“Daddy!” The pet name claws its way up your throat in a yelp, hands scrabbling against his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh through his Armani button-up in an effort to steady yourself, eyes squeezing shut against the severe burn that accompanies the stretch. “Gonna—Gonna tear me in half,”

“You’d think you’d be used to this by now,” Satoru muses, voice already returning to its apathetic playful lilt now that he’s half buried in your cunt, breathing already calmed. A malicious little smirk decorates his lips and he observes you as if awestruck, one of his hands moving to trace the curve of your cheek, cold fingertips soft against your scalding skin.

“So beautiful like this,” he whispers as he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against the back of your thighs.

And you are, fresh tears that glitter the way his eyes do in the waning sun streaming down your cheeks, leaving the prettiest streaks of salt staining your flesh; lips swollen from merciless teeth sinking into them, an attempt to silence yourself, to keep those whines and complaints of Stop, Daddy! and Hurts, Daddy! safely stored in your throat.

Your little hole flutters around him, still struggling to adjust to his girth, and his head droops forward, long tongue unfurling from his mouth to lap at the bitter water adorning your face, slow languid strokes from your jaw to your bottom lashes, replacing shimmering tears with viscous saliva.

Saccharine sugar stings your nose, sticky toffee bathed in decadent chocolate and garnished with a touch of vanilla enveloping you in a sickly sweet embrace.

Such a scent—his scent—starkly opposes the vicious snapping of his hips, setting a merciless pace from the very start, blunt nails biting deep half-crescents into your flesh as they hold you in place.

But the pain only heightens the pleasure, contradicting sensations clashing together with every one of his brutal thrusts, cashmere feeling as rough as sandpaper against your raw, wounded ass. Thorns of pain pierce through your abdomen and shoot up your spine, back arching off the bed, and the muscles in your thighs flex and clench with every slam of his cockhead against your cervix.

It’s potent and intoxicating, a heady exhilaration clouding your brain and flooding your veins, and soon there are tears leaking from your eyes again, dribbling into your mouth and mixing with strings of drool that coat the words you’re babbling out.

Blood rushes in your ears, procuring a deafening ring, and you’re not even sure what you’re saying anymore, voice vibrating indistinctly in your chest as saliva soaked mewls ooze from your mouth. Your Daddy’s staring down at you, condescension etched into his pretty features, eyes morphing from dainty crystal to the navy of a tumultuous sea, framed by strands of cream and ivory dripping with sweat.

And he’s so big, too big, stuffing you full to the hilt with each ruthless piston of his hips, mattress trembling beneath you from the sheer strength; and it’s so much, too much, you swear you can feel him in your tummy, can see the way your lower abdomen cutely bulges in synchronization with every pounding thrust.

You must say it in some way, in some shape or some form, because the patronization varnishing his features melts away, sharp smirk dissolving into a genuine grin, blue eyes lightening with pure adoration.

“Such a good girl,” you think he’s saying, through it’s hard to tell when your eyelids keep drooping, hard to hear when a symphony of broken moans and hitched whimpers and the sharp slapping of skin against skin blanket the room, reverberating off the walls of your skull. “You’re such a good, good girl for me,”

Yes, Daddy, you want to say, such a good girl for you, only for you.

“Y-Yours,” you manage instead, locking your arms around his neck and clinging to him.

“Mine,” he growls, possessiveness lacquering his eyes, brilliant and bright and shining with devotion. “That’s right, mine,”

It only takes another three thrusts before you’re gushing all over his cock, the intense spasming of your cute little cunt drawing the prettiest whines from the back of his throat as he rams into you.

“Beg for it,” he demands, and although it’s an order, it comes out more like a plead, desperation sown into his voice. “Beg for Daddy’s cum,”

You obey immediately, words spilling from your lips without a second thought, automatic and instinctual. Please, Daddy, gimme your cum? Please, please, pretty please, want your cum, Daddy, fill my belly with it, Daddy, I need it, need it so bad, please?

He gives you what you want only a moment later, cock throbbing almost violently as he fills you with thick, scalding cream—so much that you’re sure it’s dribbling out of you, trickling down your ass and onto his pristine sheets—and you roll your hips up, attempting to milk him for more.

“G-Greedy,” he pants out, but there’s a dazzling smile slapped across his face, and so much love in his eyes it’s nearly overwhelming, a fresh wave of tears casting a gleaming shield across your own.

He notices immediately, both of you wincing a little as he pulls out, a wrecked little whine escaping your mouth.

“My poor little princess,” he’s saying as he untangles his briefs—Balenciaga, this time—from his trousers, abandoned in a heap on the hardwood.

“Daddy,” you rasp, a frown marring his face, fingers encircling your ankles as he helps you unfold your stiff legs.

“I know, I know,” he’s murmuring as gentle hands pull the soft clothing up your silky thighs. “It hurts, I know baby, Daddy’s gonna make it feel better now,”

A shiver courses through your body, and he tuts, nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, shrugging it off before he hoists you up and drapes it over your shoulders, tenderly threading your arms through the sleeves.

It’s cozy, and warm, infused with his scent—melted sugar and expensive cologne—and you snuggle into it, weak arms pulling the material tighter around your body, swathing it in comfort. Tears prick your eyes again, blearily blinking them clear as you glance up to find him backing away. A noise of indignance sounds in the back of your throat, eyebrows knitting together as you make grabby hands for him.

“I’ll be right back, princess,” he reassures you as he laces your fingers together and allows you to pull him back towards you, voice soothing like a lullaby. Fingers trail along the curve of your cheek then trace the line of your jaw, palms smoothing hair back from your face. “Daddy’s just going to go get the first aid kit so he can clean you up, okay?”

“‘N then food?”

He coos with a little chuckle, cupping your head as he tilts it up towards him, eyes overflowing with fondness.

“Yeah, baby, and then food. Whatever you want, it’s yours,”

Gojou Satoru may be a bad Daddy, but he is also your Daddy, and that makes him the best Daddy.

[alixdelcourt]

Penguin Love story

Pairing Shoto Todoroki x female reader

Genre : angst to fluff

WC and warnings : 1.1 k / Loneliness and feeling abandoned.

Note : Penguins express their love to their mates by offering them rocks and pebbles. What an adorable and moving way to say I love you, isn't it ?

Hey everyone, I am back ! I am sorry, I was on hiatus and I didn’t warned you, I am so sorry ! I promise that I’ll catch all your requests up quickly ! Today’s work is for @impalawrites Adelie’s collab. I am sorry it took my like forever to achieve it, really sorry. I hope that you’ll like it, please let me know !

Love ain’t easy every day, especially with a pro hero, and especially with a pro hero who wants to prove his worth to the world. Shoto Todoroki was your beloved absent husband, busy saving people and keeping order in town. Of course, you’re extremely proud of him, no doubt on it, but you kinda felt really lonely recently. Like for example yesterday, you didn’t saw him at all. He left before you woke up and came back when you were sleeping. You missed him, which sounds ridiculous because you and him, as a married couple, live under the same roof, in the same house, and even shared a bed together… But right now, you just came back from your own work, which has normal basic schedule, and this big house felt too empty for you. No husband, no kids around… Just you and yourself.

Okay, it’s useless to wallow in self-pity ! You decide to cook Shoto’s favorite meal for dinner, and maybe if you call him and tell him that it’s homemade noodles tonight, he’ll find his way to come back early and have dinner with you. But nothing happened as you planned…

“Honey ! How was your day ? Not too exhausting ?”

“Not that bad, and not that tiring, but I found enough energy to spend more than an hour in the kitchen ! I cooked you homemade noodles. Your mother gave me her recipe ! It’ll be ready in half an hour, just enough time for you to come back home !”

“Oh… That’s so sweet of you, honey, but I can’t tonight… I am stuck with some paperwork that I really need to finish. I’ll be home late. Don’t wait for me for dinner.”

“I am not hungry… I’ll let you a plate in the fridge. You’ll just have to warm it later. Good night Shoto.”

“Don’t hang up ! Are you okay ? Your voice sounds like… You’re gonna cry…”

“It’s nothing…”

“No. You seem… disappointed. I am really sorry, but I promise that I’ll do my best to finish this boring office work early !”

You hold on a slight sob, but can’t help the tears falling down.

“You know what, Shoto ? I would rather see you with lovers. Or even a mistress. At least one of us would be having fun !”

And you hang up and went directly in your bed. You cried a lot, curled up against Shoto’s pillow. You cried because his absence hurts you, but also because what you said was true.

You were a bit more calm when he finally came back home, really late at night. He probably already ate… You hear him go to the bathroom, take a shower and wear his pajamas before joining you in the bedroom. And what was your surprise when you saw him snuggling in bed, with a jewel box and some of your favorite chocolate. You were lowkey angry, and sad, and mostly disappointed, but you couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts to try and make it up to you. You can see that he is sincerely apologizing, that he really felt sorry. At least, he’s not a total moron… He remembered that you didn’t like flowers and preferred chocolates… But you doubt it when you opened the other box. Sure, it was some fancy, beautiful and expensive jewelry. It only made you angrier, and extremely hurt. You throw the box away with an enraged movement. Sure that he didn’t even take a look to that jewel, since he had no time to do so. So you were looking at something his secretary chose for you. And it disgusted you.

Shoto looks at you, kind of confused by your behavior. His brother assured him that a jewel and some attention could fix the problem, so why do you seem so furious ?

“You know what, Shoto ? Every single rock on your path would’ve been worthier than this cheap junk because you would’ve picked it yourself and maybe you would have think of me during so, instead of letting your secretary chose a random jewel that she’ll like ! You should gave it to her.”

You burst into cries, uncontrolled sobs pouring from your chest, where you could fell your heart squeeze from pain. He tries to hug you, but you push him away. He doesn’t understand !

“I don’t want your money. I don’t want chocolates or whatever cute attention. Even if it’s cute. I want time ! You get that ? I want time with you, I want my husband with me. I want your affection, and more than five minutes a day ! That’s just enough time for good morning or good night… I want more… Do you realize that you might actually see criminals more than your own wife ? Whatever. Good night, Shoto.”

And you went to sleep on the couch. And when you woke up in the morning, he wasn’t in the house. He left already…

In the evening, just as you finished work and were heading home, you received a text message. “Don’t cook tonight.” Here it goes again… But not even an hour later, your husband came back home, hours earlier than usual ! With another jewelry box. Maybe he chose it himself this time. But when you opened it, you found… a rock. A vulgar pebble. You remain speechless, looking at a smiling Shoto.

“I love you, Y/n, and I married you to have you by my side for the rest of my life. So what’s the point in being a hero and saving lives if I lost you doing so ? You are my everything and I am sorry for neglecting you. I promise that I will not do it again. I’ll hire a sidekick or two to have a more normal schedule. And I’ll be with you. Every single morning, and every single night. We can even start a family if you like, so we could give our future child the whole bag of pebbles that I picked up today. I even found a marble near a school during patrol. So please, Y/n, would you forgive me ?”

And how could you say no to this ? His declaration was the best medication for your wounded heart.

“Of course that I am forgiving you, Shoto. I love you too… I love you so much ! But why did you tell me to not cook today ? We have nothing for dinner !”

“We’re eating outside tonight ! And I took a few days off in this week, so maybe could we go somewhere out of town or do whatever you would like…”

You smirked a bit.

“I kinda have an idea about an activity that I really missed doing with you… And we could start right now !”

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Here is ! Please let me know if you liked it or not, and if you did like it, feel free to share so other people could enjoy it as well :)

Don't forget to submit a request if you'd like one, I would be happy to oblige !

[honeytae]

Hi Kenna. Just wanted to say that you know the ask you sent me this morning? The one about Guk tying his hair back to go down on you? You remember?? Anyways, wouldn’t be opposed to you writing that. Just saying. Ok love you bye

You’re evil, you know that?

hey liv, i briefly remember ;) this is exactly that and uh..it’s absolute filth. i hope this allows you to live out your jungkook fantasies to the fullest, my favorite thot <3

p.s. this is a rare multi-upload week because liv is the actual shit coupled with me having zero self control after the black swan performance on jimmy fallon. jungkook what the FUCK

genre: smut

warnings: oral sex, jungkook with a bun in the least innocent of situations

word count: 2.1k

You whined in protest at the obnoxious nudging at the tip of your nose, Jungkook repeating little animated noises as he booped your nose over and over again with his pointer finger.

You had been sleeping peacefully until he shifted from your nightly spooning position and started his poking, waiting for you to wake up as he continued his actions. 

Without opening your eyelids, you could tell that the sun hadn’t risen yet. The room was pitch black and your eyes refused to open in the signature way they did when you had gotten a less than average night of sleep. Why the hell was he up?

“Go to sleep, Kook.” You turned your face away from him with a grunt, Jungkook taking the initiative of crawling over your body to straddle your hips and hover over your torso.

“I can’t go to sleep, I have practice in an hour.” He mocked your words with an exaggerated high pitched voice, earning a light shove to the shoulder from you as he chuckled at your morning grouchiness. You had never been a morning person, that’s for sure.

“Then go get ready.” You said, words muffled into the pillow underneath your head as you screwed your eyes shut in a last attempt to get back to your slumber.

“Ouch. That one hurt.” He said in feigned offense, smiling down at you with a bratty grin as you turned your head and looked up at him with squinted eyes.

“Come here.” You gripped at his biceps, pulling him down to fall on top of you. Jungkook giggled as he landed on his elbows, holding himself up over your chest.

“Good morning.” He said cheerfully, making you smile despite being upset with him for waking you. The man was so adorable, you truly couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Even if he did interrupt your precious sleep.

“What’d you wake me up for, anyway?” You asked, looping your arms around his neck as he looked down at you, his eyes dragging from your lips up to your eyes as you raised your brows in curiosity.

“I was bored.” He mumbled, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. He made a small noise of complaint as you lightly bit down on the tip of his finger, his hand moving to cup your jaw and support your chin with his thumb.

“Hm, and what am I supposed to do about that?” You asked in an overly seductive tone, your boyfriend laughing as he leaned his forehead down onto yours.

He let out a sigh of relief as you tipped your chin up to connect your lips, melting under his touch as his tongue quickly slipped into your mouth. The room was suddenly filled with the sounds of your melding lips and labored breathing in place of the snores that were occupying it only minutes before.

Jungkook hummed in appreciation as your hands trailed down his bare chest, tracing over the grooves of his toned abdomen with your fingers and settling on the soft skin of his stomach above the waistband of his sweatpants.

The slow and lazy actions of your half asleep bodies soon became more desperate as he shifted onto his knees, lifting the hem of your shirt with his hand and reluctantly detaching himself from you to pull it over your head.

You hummed as Jungkook leaned down to kiss your neck, the man chuckling at the stuttered breath you inhaled when he began trailing his lips down your throat. The soft skin of his lips swept over your collarbone to the swell of your breast, a sigh falling from your lips as his palm squeezed the tissue. His opposite hand was occupied with the other, swiping the pad of his thumb against your hardening nipple, smiling when you arched your back, a needy attempt to get his mouth on you.

He gave in easily, his own resolve was crumbling as his lips closed around your nipple and sucked on it harshly, his tongue flattening against it as your hands buried themselves in his hair. You cried out as he took your pebbled nipple between his teeth, your fingers tugging at the strands and eliciting a throaty groan from him at the delicious sting on his scalp.

He popped off your chest with swollen lips, resting his cheek on the area he’d just been paying so much attention to as he relished in the feeling of you brushing your fingers through his hair.

“I love your boobs.” He suddenly mumbled against the soft skin of your breast tissue, kissing it with a small smile as he heard you chuckling above him. He raised his head from your chest, eyebrow quirked in curiosity of what you could be laughing at.

“What? I do.” He reaffirmed, laughing when he heard a snort escape your nose.

“You’re just so charming.” You giggled at his middle school-like comment, Jungkook shaking his head with a grin as he shifted his body down your torso.

The appearance of the sun’s rays streaming into the room completely went over your head as you felt him move down your body, tugging your sleep shorts and your underwear down your thighs as you lifted your hips from the mattress to aid him. You watched as he stood from the bed, hooking his arms under your knees and pulling you to the edge of the mattress.

He laughed at the squeal you let out at the unexpected action, kneeling down on the carpet and placing your calves over his shoulders. He positioned his face between your knees, kissing the skin and trailing his lips up your thigh.

You shivered as his hot breath hit your center, gripping the sheets in preparation of the man’s actions. Exhaling at the feeling of his fingertip circling around your clit, you shifted your hips to just get him to do something.

You let out a relieved moan as his finger finally made contact with the sensitive bud, rubbing in figure eights as you sighed, your head rolling to the side in euphoria. His motions quickened at your sounds, encouraged by the way your legs closed around his head.

Jungkook wordlessly gripped your hips in his hands, pulling you closer to him and tapping the tops of your thighs with his thumbs to communicate that he wanted you to spread them wider. He quickly settled more in between them, face buried in your most intimate area, a choked gasp escaping you at the vibration against your clit as he hummed in approval at the new position.

You cried out as his tongue flicked at your clit, his lips sucking at the bud and making your fingers tighten around the sheets. You sat up onto your elbows to catch a glimpse of him, his eyes already focused on your crumpled face as he pointed his tongue, circling your sensitive bud as you called out his name.

“Fuck, baby.” You breathed out as his tongue continuously flicked the nub, sending fire through your veins as more arousal dripped out from your entrance.

You whined as he pulled away, Jungkook chuckling as he looked up at you. You watched in the dim light of your bedroom as he swiped his hair back from his forehead, gathering it in what you would call an adorable bun if it weren’t for the situation it was being used in.

You gawked at his shirtless form as he reached his arms up to station it with the hair tie you’d given him last night, the hairstyle recently becoming a go-to for him since he’d gotten his hair permed. 

He knew what it did to you, and he was fully using it against you right now as his biceps bulged with the strength he used to hold it on the top of his head. The proud smirk on his face as he watched you ogle him made you scoff, letting him know that you were fully aware of him messing with you.

Before you could make a smart remark, you were immediately shut up again as his hands left his hair and his thumb was back at your clit, pushing two fingers into you and curving them up to hit your walls, giving you exactly what you wanted as he began to thrust them repeatedly.

You felt the pressure building up in the pit of your stomach steadily, nearly crying when he removed his fingers from you once he felt the tightening of your muscles around them. You weren’t complaining for long, though; almost immediately he had his head back between your legs, his fingers spreading your folds open as his mouth went back to focus solely on your clit.

You let out a shuddered breath as he popped his lips off of you, pointing his tongue out to lick down your folds, circling your entrance before dipping it inside.

“Fuck!” You shouted at the action, Jungkook repeating it to get the same reaction out of you until you were lightly grinding onto his face, him welcoming the move by gripping your thighs and guiding your hips into his mouth.

It was then that you felt the bottom of your abdomen begin to tighten again, calling his name out in warning as he continued to let you thrust into him, seeing stars as the tip of his nose continuously nudged at your clit.

Jungkook moaned against you as he squeezed your thighs in encouragement, feeling your thigh muscles latched around his neck tighten as you let go. You felt the band at the bottom of your stomach snap as you hit your high, Jungkook lapping up everything you gave him with a satisfied hum.

You cried out at the overstimulation, stopping your hips actions and sitting up to shove at his shoulders, pushing him back from his spot between your legs.

“Christ, are you trying to kill a woman?” You asked, breathing heavy as you tried to clear your head from your post-orgasm bliss.

Before Jungkook could retort, his phone’s blaring ringtone filled the room, causing both of you to groan as you began to look for it in the dark. Both of you frantically skimmed the sheets on the bed with your hands, coming up with nothing as the phone continued to ring.

“Where the fuck is it?” He whined, his hands dragging over the surface of his night side table before finally finding the buzzing device on the farthest corner. With a sigh, he swiped his thumb against the screen, silencing the noise as he sat beside your body on the mattress.

You tried to stifle your giggle when he answered his phone with an irritated grunt instead of a traditional hello, hearing a muffled voice respond to him as he suddenly shot up off the bed.

You squinted as the lamp was suddenly turned on, the blinding light filling the previous semi-darkness of the bedroom as Jungkook hurried to his dresser, stubbing his toe against the wood furniture in the process.

“Ow! Fuck, no I’m fine, I’ll be there in a couple minutes.” He abruptly hung up the phone, tossing it to the edge of the bed as he slipped a black t-shirt over his head.

“You’re late?” You asked, getting a nod in reply from him as he quickly put his socks on.

“Hm. Whose fault is that?” You cocked your head teasingly, smirking when he squinted his eyes in a feigned glare at you.

“Yours. All yours.” He answered with a smile, disappearing momentarily to grab his shoes from the walk-in closet. He walked back out with them in hand, dropping them to the floor and kneeling to put them on.

You hummed in response, watching as he slid his sneakers onto his feet before heading back to your lying figure on the bed. He stood beside you and placed a hand on your bare shoulder, smiling at your swollen eyes and bedhead only worsened by your previous activities.

“You’re keeping your hair like that?” You nodded to his own unbrushed and messy hairstyle, looking up at him with raised brows as he shrugged down at you.

His bangs had fallen out of the hairstyle, his dark curly hair now laid over his forehead as the rest of his hair stayed in the remainder of the bun perched on the crown of his head.

“Yeah. Memories, you know?” He smirked, leaning down to give you a quick kiss, his teeth tugging lightly at your bottom lip before straightening himself back up innocently, turning from you to exit the bedroom.

“You’re evil, you know that?” You mumbled, hearing his laugh echo down the hallway in response, his voice shouting out a “Love you!” before the click of the front door closing behind him silenced the apartment.

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

I have a lot of Thoughts and Emotions about the Les Mis UK and Ireland tour and I am going to talk about them now. I’m not really a theatre kid so these will just be my rambles about fave songs and moments and my emotions. Under the cut for spoilers

First of all we had SUCH GOOD SEATS we were right in the middle of the stalls and we could see e v e r y t h i n g - That isn’t relevant to the tour but it’s important to me that you know

I loved how after Valjean’s Soliloquy as the music for At the End of the Day starts we get the title of the show against the backdrop. I am NOT doing that description any justice but it was really cool and that was the moment where I was like HOLY SHIT I’M WATCHING LES MIS

shoutout to Nic Greenshields’ Javert for just being a SUPER IMPOSING and scary figure like that man is TALL AND BROAD AND I WOULD BE SCARED OF HIM. I liked his performance for the most part. Stars is one of my favourite songs in the show and I think he did a great job of it. I have more to say on Javert’s Suicide but we’ll get to that later. 

Dean Chisnall as Jean Valjean was good, but like tbh he didn’t make a massive impression on me. Some of his songs were very shouty, especially Valjean’s Soliloquy. Props to him though because anyone who can play a role like Jean Valjean is massively talented and deserves all the credit. 

I’m not really a crier at all, but I said to aro-enj before we went to the theatre that if I cried at I Dreamed a Dream they’re doing something right. Katie Hall’s Fantine was fantastic and heartbreaking and I did shed a tear, so good for her. 

omg though at the end of Lovely Ladies, Fantine’s first client was the factory foreman!!!!!! He takes her hand and says “Ah yes, the virtuous Fantine” and I s2g I’ve never wanted to climb down all the seats and onto the stage to punch a character in the face before but I was feeling it there. 

The Confrontation was good, but this production had a lot of like, cheorographed fight scenes with lots of punches etc and ngl I found them very distracting at some points?

omg there was a super cute bit following Castle on a Cloud where baby Éponine and Madame Thenardier were copying each other and doing the same mannerisms in a “like mother like daughter” type thing and it was super funny and cute

Thenardier and Madame Thenardier were fun in general- More on that later- But Master of the House is a bop and sorry if you disagree but it’s true

THEN IT WAS 1832 TIME BABYYYYY- Look Down, Paris is another fave of mine and the staging and everything was amazing and of course aro-enj and I did a major flail when we saw our dude our man our guy Enjolras. Also I was such a HUGE FAN of Gavroche in this production he had so much spunk and personality and he was just the coolest lil dude, I really really enjoyed him.

TIME TO TALK ABOUT RED AND BLACK BABYYYYYYYYYYYY. I really enjoyed Samuel Wyn-Morris’ Enjolras. He was intense and passionate and was not there at all for Grantaire and Marius’ fucking about. There were a good few eyerolls and glares but he also wasn’t overly aggressive which was great to see. Steven Hall’s Grantaire was really great as well- Very rowdy and drunk and floppy- During ‘Lamarque is Dead’ and ‘Do You Hear the People Sing?’ he was always over at the side of the stage not actually participating in the Revolution which I thought was very very good characterisation. 

And yes, there was ExR. There was a point in Red and Black, I can’t remember when, when Grantaire gave Enjolras a big shit-eating grin and fixed his...Cravat or vest I can’t remember which but I was like YAS. I AM FED. 

ok ok real talk I absolutely adore A Heart Full of Love, I just think it is so damn sweet and romantic and I absolutely loved the staging of it. Marius throws a pebble at Cosette’s window to get her to notice him and I was like omg I cry. They are in LOVE, your honor. 

For me the biggest surprise of the show was how much I enjoyed Will Callan’s performance as Marius. Marius isn’t a character I really focus on a lot but he was the perfect mix of bumbling and romantic and just the sweetest boi and I loved watching him. During In My Life he did a big dramatic twirl thing and it made me giggle because it was just so Marius. 

Nathania Ong’s Éponine was just fantastic. So much personality and On My Own took my damn breath away. I think Éponines are generally cast really well but Nathania’s was playful and young and so so sad at the sad time which is perfect for Ep. And she absolutely made On My Own her own, I had chills. 

omg also I can’t remember what part it was at, I think it was just after A Heart Full of Love? But Marius kind of introduces Eponine and Cosette and they recognise each other which I thought was a really great moment. And there was a part where Eponine has fallen over and Cosette helps her up and it was very sweet

Big fan of Javert’s barricade outfit. How do you do, fellow revolutionaries? 

AGAIN GAVROCHE IS JUST THE COOLEST CHARACTER IN THE SHOW. He straight up gave Javert the middle finger at the barricades and I died it was hilarious. 

SPEAKING OF DEATH, TIME FOR SADNESS THE MUSICAL. 

A Little Fall of Rain was heartbreaking, when Gavroche saw it was Eponine who had been shot he ran over and just stared at her and you could see the shock on his lil face. I always think there’s not enough emphasis on the fact that Eponine and Gavroche are siblings so it was a very nice moment. And when some members of Les Amis lifted Eponine away Enjolras went to Marius and wrapped him in a hug ;_; there were some really good Marius and Enjolras friendship moments in the show in general (aro-enj said they understand Marius/Enjolras shippers now :o)

Grantaire and Gavroche had this really sweet big brother/adoptive father and son relationship, and Grantaire was always trying to distract Gavroche and take him away from the Revolution and it was breaking my heart. During Bring Him Home they fell asleep together in the corner of the stage. I cry. 

AND THEN WHEN GAVROCHE DIED GRANTAIRE CARRIED HIS BODY AWAY FROM THE BARRICADE AND KEPT SHAKING HIM AND TRYING TO GET HIM TO WAKE UP AND IT WAS THE SADDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN

OKAY SO then it’s the final battle everyone is dying. Marius gets shot and both Grantaire and Enjolras run to help him at the same time. They look up and their eyes meet and they hug. 

I witnessed an ExR hug with my own two eyes and I am literally never going to shut up about it or stop thinking about it. besties I am feral. 

OK SO NOW EVERYONE IS DEAD. The barricade got moved away but Gavroche was left on stage and the cart came out with Enjolras’ body on it and they put Gavroche beside him. Big big big ouch. 

And then Dog Eats Dog. I like Thenardier well enough and he was a great comedic character earlier in the show, but comedy during Dog Eats Dog hits a wrong note for me. This is one of the most sinister and dark parts of the show, so getting a couple of laughs in when 1) you’ve already had a LOT earlier in the show and 2) you have a comedic song i.e. Beggars at the Feast before the show finishes, it felt unnecessary 

OK SO JAVERT’S SUICIDE WAS KIND OF WEIRD???? Nic Greenshields got quite shout-y at some points, and while I understand your acting goals here because of Javert’s despair, I am also going to expect you to like...Hit the right notes. But it definitely wasn’t terrible. Also the staging was super weird for it imo. When he jumped there was a special effect to make it look like he was falling, but his limbs were flailing everywhere and honestly it just kind of looked silly and comical and I actually snorted. Not exactly the dramatic ending for Javert I was expecting. 

EMPTY CHAIRS AT EMPTY TABLES RIPPED MY SOUL FROM MY BODY AND KICKED IT TO DEATH. I’ve already said I really enjoyed Will Callan’s performance as Marius, and he was truly excellent here. It was absolutely heartbreaking and his voice and acting were superb, and then when you think it can’t get any sadder Les Amis come out of the shadows and stand around Marius as he sings. At the end Les Amis fade into the background again, and Marius shares one more look with Enjolras before he disappears. SAD. 

Also Thenardier changed the “this one’s a queer but what you gonna do?” line in Beggars at the Feast to “this one’s a queer but I’ve tried it too.” Thenardier is bisexual it’s canon now. 

ok so FINALE TIME. @ the person whose phone rang LOUDLY during the Bring Him Home reprise if I ever find you I’m going to BITE YOUR ANKLES. 

But anyway. One thing I really really loved is that when Fantine came back SHE HAD HER LONG HAIR AGAIN. It really annoys me that Fantine cutting her hair is a symbol of how far she’s fallen, and yet oftentimes when she comes back in the finale when she’s at peace she’ll still have her short hair???? Make it make sense???? So I’m really really glad they fixed that. 

The Finale gets me every damn time man. I think I’m going to get through it and then I hear “And remember the truth that once was spoken...” And I lose it. So yes more tears were shed, which again means they did it right. Also Valjean saw the Bishop again during DYHTPS and they hugged and it was wonderful, I love seeing the Bishop and Valjean meeting again in heaven. 

BUT YES THOSE ARE MY THOUGHTS the show was so so excellent and so worth it. Stand out performances for me were Katie Hall’s Fantine, Nathania Ong’s Eponine, Will Callan’s Marius and the Gavroche we had that day (not sure which actor we had). But really the whole cast is gonna live in my head rent free from now on. There’s probably a lot of moments I enjoyed that I’m missing but hopefully @aromantic-enjolras will catch any I missed if they do a post about the show. I don’t even know what else to say just stan Les Mis and eat your vegetables I guess. 

[txdoroki]

Hello ^^~

May I request Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya and Denki's reaction to the readers confession? In which they also have a crush on the reader? 💜

hi! yes ofc,, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you! been busy >,<

since it’s so long it’ll be under the cut :^

include todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, denki, kirishima :P 

might do a pt 3, lmk what characters yall wanna see ^-^

part 2 has been done

words: 1696

not edited btw i wrote this at 4am lmk if something doesnt make sense and i’ll fix it ahhhhhhhhhh

todoroki would be like 0-0 the entire time.

“hey todoroki, wanna go out on a date with me? we could go to the movies or wherever, it’s your choice,” you smiled up at him while he walked beside you, carrying both of your bags of schoolwork and books while he stared off at the road in front of you both.

he had always made an effort to do small, caring things for you. he’d hold the door, carry your books, or walk you home after school among many other things. you didn’t think much of it, you’d both been friends for a while, so you figured he was just being kind. no, no that wasn’t it.. he was just bad at showing he wanted to be more than just kind. more than just your friend from a while ago.

he was taken aback by your question, and internally cursed at himself for not asking you weeks ago. 

“um, todoroki?” you softly shook his arm when he seemed to have zoned out on the ground, but your bright smile didn’t fade. he adored that from you, he loved how eager you were to spend time with him. to talk with him. to try and learn about him. to do anything at all with him. you were so sweet and understanding, always. 

“oh, yeah sure,” he nodded at you, glancing down at you from sheer nervousness that you’d be laughing at him. that it’d be a prank. 

when you picked up on how on the edge he seemed to be, you leaned into him a bit, a goofy attempt at ensuring you wanted to go and it wasn’t a forced thing.

“you know, i’ve liked you for a while,” you grinned at him, winking when you saw his eyes quickly flash between content and joy. 

“me too,”

bakugou would be like ??!??!?!?!?!?!!???!?!!? who???? me??!?!?!?!?!!?? how??!?!?!?!?!?! screaming internally but on the outside like duhhhh

“hey, bakugou, i have a crush on you, by the way,” you whispered in his ear from behind the beanbag chair he was seated in. him and denki were in the middle of a wii tennis match, mina, sero, and kirishima all focusing on it to see who won.

“what? fucking dumbass, hold on a sec,” he scoffed when you ran your hair through his hair, ruffling it while he tried batting your hand away with his free one.

he tried to maintain focus on the match, lowkey trying to impress you with him winning. it was difficult, his mind kept drifting off to you and your cute face and your cute- back to the game, he’s gotta win. for you. after what felt like forever, he finally won, then dragged you out of denki’s dorm.

 “ooo sneaky link?” you heard mina giggle, and the three boys that remained in the dorm roared with laughter.

it got louder when bakugou screamed over his shoulder as he took you by the hand away from the dorm, “fuck off, extra, hell no,”

once you were both out of earshot he smirked, “so, you think i’m hot?” he rolled his eyes when you giggled and nodded, and a blush covered both of your faces, “well, you’re okay, i guess,”

“so when’s the date?” you smiled at him, chuckling when he pulled out his phone to check his fucking calendar app. such an old man.

after a few seconds, he pulled up a date on his phone and turned it to you. only a week from then.. ”february 14,” he winked at you and walked away, not even turning back, “see you at the dorm, dumbass,”

midoriya would be like  ≧◉◡◉≦

“all might’s spot as the top hero will not be easily passed by endeavor, or anyone else. he’s great for many reasons, would you like to hear them?” he only paused for a second, turning his head to see your amused nod before immediately continuing, “well first of all his quirk is-”

“midoriya, i wanna date you, if you want,” you interrupted and slowly put a hand on his arm, softly smiling at him.

“huh?” the small sentence shook him from his ranting, and he turned his entire body to look at you. your cheeks heated from the disoriented stare he gave you. he was that shaken up by something you’d said? “really?” 

“yes, of course. you’re very handsome and very passionate and ve-”

“yeah of course i’ll date you, thank you, y/n,” he kissed your forehead before turning back to the school hallway, ignoring the excited giggles of his classmates, “okay, so all might’s quirk is obvi....” his mind started wandering to how excited he was at the thought of dating you. it was a dream come true. “oh, sorry, so his quirk is obviously very good for hero w-”

“midoriya, can we go to your dorm after school?” you interrupted him again, smiling sweetly at him. sometimes it was difficult for him to not talk about heroes and all about them all, but you understood and tried helping out with other things.

“oh, of course, sweetie.. hah, can i call you sweetie? or would you prefer just y/n?” he began going on and on about the different things he wanted to call you if you were comfortable, not stopping until you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to both of yours next bell. 

ugh, calculus.

denki is like oh.? hehehehehehehehe 

you were sprawled out on your best friend’s bed, laying starfish on your back as you huffed about how frustrated and annoying today was. although you held back the most important part. it was especially frustrating how much you adored him. the good ole denki kaminari. you had these feelings for quite a while, trying your best not to confess. i mean, he was a class flirt, he wouldn’t like you back, right?

nah. he hadn’t flirted with anyone other than you in months. and you were the only one that didn’t pick up on it. 

“c’mon, y/n, i know you aren’t telling the full story. say what’s on your mind,” denki lightly ran his fingers up and down your right leg. it tickled but not enough to be uncomfortable. 

“i can’t,” you groaned, giggling when he rolled his eyes and persisted, saying no matter what he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“if you tell me, i’ll give you five bucks, y/n,” he chuckled when you sighed and finally nodded. when you sat up, he turned so you could tell he was listening to what you had to say.

“fine, but only for the money,” you giggled, “i uh.. i’ve been interested in you for a really long time now.. but i understand if you don-” 

wait what

he kissed you, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. your eyes slowly closed, leaning into his touch.

holy shit he kissed you???

when you were let go, your cheeks felt burning hot.

“denk-”

he kissed you again, and you melted into it. it felt like fireworks, euphoria filling your body.

“so does this mean you like me back?” you nervously played with your hands, trying your best to disregard the harsh red blush that was thrown on your face.

“well, duh, took ya long enough,” he chuckled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

you cried out when you heard the click of his phone camera, and went to hide yourself.

“awe you look so beautiful, y/n. can’t wait to brag about you, baby,” he winked at you, typing something into his phone.

later that day you checked snapchat and saw on his private story the photo of you plus a caption, it read, 

“they finally realized, big dummy. y/n if you see this, you’re lucky you’re a good kisser ;)”

you shook your head and ran to his dorm, pounding on the door. you were gonna beat him up.

kirishima is a big ole softie duhhh everyone knows this. he best boy, no arguing!!

you sighed as kirishima held you to his chest, the lovely feeling of your growing feelings for him hummed in your chest. you had tried hard to push it back, how would that work out? would he reciprocate? was this only platonic?

“are you alright, y/n?” he whispered into your neck when he heard the sigh, trying to hide the deep red hue on his cheeks from you.

you both had agreed not to catch feelings for each other, fine at first with just cuddles and sweet compliments. no specific ties to the affections, just a way for the both of you to feel loved. an ideal thing to have, except that both of you were slowly breaking the agreement. 

you both ached for each other, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. it was simply too risky.

“y-yeah, sorry, just thinking,”

“awe, no need to be sorry, pumpkin, what’s that pretty brain of yours thinking of?” he ran his fingers through your hair, appreciating the shivers of content that had you moving a small bit in his hold.

when you didn’t respond, he cocked an eyebrow, wondering if you hadn’t heard him or if you just chose to be quiet.

“pebble, what’re you thinking about?” he asked again, gently running his hand up and down your arm.

too deep in your thoughts to actually comprehend you were saying this out loud and not in your head, you whispered, “i wanna date you, i don’t want this to be just platonic. i need to be with you, kiri,”

“oh? you need to?” he smirked, chuckling when your eyes widened as you realized you had actually said that out loud, “well, if it’s a need.. i can make it happen, of course,”

“w-wait what?”

“you said you need to be with me, you weren’t lying, were you?” you slowly shook your head no, avoiding his gaze that bore into your skin, “let’s do that then, how’s that sound, pumpkin?”

“good,” you smiled into his chest, trying to move your hand to your arm to pinch you. were you dreaming?

you weren’t, this was real.

the man you’d liked for a while liked you back, oh hell yeah.

[sly-merlin]

C l a i r. De. L u n e

Pairing : angel reader x banished angel jaemin.

Genre : plotless comedy, fluff, mutual pinning

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: it's suweeeet. Mentions of fire, hell.

Prompt : mmm..it's warm

A/n : part of SEXC WRITERS COLLAB consisting of members - @raibebe , me and @ncteaxhoe

This fic is dedicated to the doyoung to this haechan, rai @raibebe ! 🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚💚

Thank you for beta reading @lofied . God bless whatsapp!

Perched on the soft and velvety enchanted cloud, you consciously fluttered your legs, letting your naked toes play with the flowing water. In the middle of the majestic ocean, the spotlight of the moonlight drenched your pristine white wings in the ruthless glow as if it had been waiting for your arrival only. It has been many moons since you last visited this entrance to the human world. Until last month,at the break of the darkness, every day, you and jaemin had been flying away from your home to this place to allow yourself a taste of thia foreign sphere that your serene, plain, disciplinary realm never provided and today you were here, waiting for the same boy just to see his face, a sentiment, that according to you,wasn’t worthy of being revealed.

Nevaeh realm was indeed and quite literally a dreamer’s paradise but for younglings like you and jaemin, it lacked the delight and colour that oh so beautiful underground Nrub realm's fires showed. You attributed your attraction for that fiery hell to the white and cream that engulfed you in tranquil and also because it seemed unattainable for you, just like the thought of underground was supposed to be for all the unsullied beings. All things considered, underground was forbidden for everything pure, including you and jaemin. But nobody remembers the last time jaemin had listened and the last time you had made any attempt to stop him.

Eyes lost in the depths of the sea, you felt your right wing folding itself into your waist. Pausing your movements, craning your neck, you saw jaemin flapping his grey wings, a captivating smile wrinkling his nose in some unknown shape.

Grey?

You tilted your torso a little more to look at his ruined feathers.

"What in the fairies have you done to these beauties?" eyes widened in disbelief, you queried.

Shooting you his infamous fake pouty bunny teeth, he responded as his hands danced every way to exaggerate his pain,

"The underground isn't a place for angels”, he spoke with a nasal voice, “The smoke spares none. You should be glad you are seeing me in full piece."

"I thought you would have been roasted by now but you look completely fine."

The sarcasm in your voice was nothing new for him but he had begun to miss it. Awfully! Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined being at the other end of mother angel’s wrath.

Of all the younglings, him only?

Jaemin had been banished to the gates of underground for a few months as a penalty. Penalty for throwing mystic snowballs at the youngest son of the devil, which resultantly had him sick for a week.

"Make space for me." He pleaded and rolling your eyes, you extended the cloud seat with one twirl of your finger.

Oh how much he missed his baby magic!

"No one makes better clouds than you!" He exclaimed before sitting on the squashy seat but the sigh of relief that escaped him was something unexpected.

"What is it now?" Annoyed, you questioned.

"Even the underground gates are hotter for my buttocks. I don’t know how Johnny survives being the gatekeeper of that hellish place. It’s impossible to breathe in there, my wings are dirty, i’m grey, my hair have ashes in them, I no more look pretty, the little spawns make fun of me at any possible chance they get and because I can’t get past the first door, they don’t even hesitate while calling me brutal names!” he cried out with a pout.

"who had told you to play with him in the first place. their souls are weaker than ours jaem. Just because we can endure a little heat doesn-

"yangyang shouldn't have been wandering on the common grounds in the first place so it’s not my fault that i forgot about their souls or whatever. Nobody said a word to him but this beautiful boy was sent off without any apology!”

A giggle left your lips at his dramatics. He really had the audacity of acting like the purest being, which he undoubtedly was but he couldn’t look at his broken record of being a nuisance to the whole realm. Along with you and jungwoo of course.

“This cloud is so fluffy. No wonder you make the bestest clouds y/n” at the repeated praise, you straightened your back. Spreading your wings in their full glory, you proudly addressed him,

“Angel y/n, division third and rank second, jaem.”

“WHAT NO! CHEATER. WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?”

“ha.ha. when you were busy being the assistant of johnny.”

Right then, you made a mental note for sending a gratitude gift for johnny. Had he burnt your letter, jaemin would have never met you today.

“THAT’S NOT FAIR. YOU ARE EARNING RANKS AND WHAT AM I DOING? EATING DUST?”

his statement turned your head towards his wings. The dirty ones. Raising your finger, you ordered him,

“get up. Let me clean your feathers first.”

“no!” he shouted again, “they’ll know I went out and Johnny would be in trouble with mother angel.”

Realisation dawned on your face and you slouched down, hands finding solace in your lap.

“I thought you were getting toasted. You seem to be happy with that johnny. Don’t you miss playing with us?”

The disappointment in your lyrics was patent and he felt something tugging his insides, something he had felt many times before and had chosen to ignore it each time.

A smile graced his lips watching your romantic face sparkling like the sheet of stars that he adored so much. ludicrous was his love for you, as jungwoo explained and he loved nothing more than being a fool for you.

“how can I be fine when that small place feels like those thousand firecrackers we once saw on this earth.”

“and you smell like that orange food place we visited once.”

“oh yeah? give me your hand!”

You screamed at him but he gripped your hand and planted it on his feathers instead.

“that’s how I feel when I’m toasting in there!”

“mmmh…it’s warm!”

Surprised, you immediately retracted your hand and hugged it closer to your chest.

“see! I’m not joking.” His lips were twisted grimly as he said those words. However tempting the other side was, he still didn’t belong there. it wasn’t home.

“let’s have a competition”

“what?”

Conjuring a few pebbles, you handed him half of them.

“stone skipping!"

Stilling the water just right for the skipping, you started with your stones and chuckles filled the quiet night with much needed happiness.

“is your butt cool enough now.”

Mindlessly, you asked.

“yeah. thanks to you, it is.”

Heaven: nevaeh , burn : nrub 😂 I'm not that creative plzzz🍿

A 🤏 feedback is always appreciated lovelies.

[panickingpansexuality]

Kirishima finding out that you escaped and about four years later you have his child

It had been years. Four years, one-thousand four-hundered, and sixty days, five hours, and two minutes since he found out you had escaped.

He didnt understand how he could have let it happen. You both were happy, you loved him. He knew you did....so why? Why did you leave?

It wasn't often that during patrol Kirishima would get lost in thoughts, especially about you. He was twenty-six now, you would've been twenty-five last month....maybe you two would've had a kid by now. One with your hair, his nose, his eyes, your adorable face.

It's what he would've wanted so bad, so much that he thinks that he's dreaming when a little kid with your hair and his eyes runs smack into his legs as he turns the corner.

The little one looks up at him and Kirishima loosens a breath, and helps them up.

He's kneeling before them, his heart beating in his ears....it-It couldn't be possible. Could it?

"Hello." The kid says, it cant be more than three or four.

"Hey there little pebble." Kirishima says eith a big smile. The child holds out its arms like it wants to be picked up, so of course he holds the tiny version of you and him in his arms. "Where's your mommy?"

The kid looks around, they're wearing one of those adorable uniforms for preschool with a blue coat and yellow hat.

"Mommy!" The little kid cries out. "I fownd Kiripima!"

Then suddenly he sees you. Running through the crowd of people. You're as beautiful as the day he lost you, you look more adult than last time and the light is back in your eyes.

"Wonder!" You call out seeing someone holding your son through the crowd. Your motherly instincts kick and you run to your baby, a unclipped lion leash in your hands.

Your heart drops to your stomach, your blood freezes when you see who has your child.

"(Y/n)." Kirishima says in breathless voice. He looks between you and your child and connects the dots rather quickly. Tears fills his eyes.

"Oh no." Your child says "Dont cry Kiripima."

He does, he holds the child close and kisses their forehead and tells them that they're so beautiful, that they're going to be so amazing growing up, that they're amazing now.

By now a few people have stopped to take videos, or to just watch and slowly you feel like your life is draining away.

All you can do is stand there and watch. You dont know what to do, all you want is to get your kid and run back to your place.

Kirishima grabs your hand and steps closer to you. You hold in a flinch as he pulls your forehead to his and holds it there.

"We're a family." He says in a whimper. "We're a family."

"Come back home." He begs, "Please."

"Mommy can we go with Kiripima?" You hear your child ask.

You can't say no. The hate you would receive for rejecting the sweetest pro hero would have you and your child living with hate mail for months. You can delay though.

"Ei." You say softly. "Come back with us to my place, we can talk there. Ok?"

He nods and moves to hold your hand in a tight squeeze, you teo walk away from the cheering crowd. You know you don't have a lot of time to think of a plan but it's all you need. It's all he needs to figure out how to ensure that you will

Never leave him again.