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m4nj1r0s · 5 months

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Ran Haitani relationship headcannons

- Was probably only using you for entertainment, and was 100% planning on leaving you after about a month.

- Since you two weren’t serious in his mind, mf was a MENACE.

- Got you a COLD pack when you were on your period and had cramps.

- Like my Hanma post, gives bad girl advice to Rindou.

- “Girls prefer cold packs when they’re on their period, it helps the cramps.”

- Like a week before he was going to break up with you, he noticed a rival of his making lovey-dovey eyes at you. He postponed breaking up with you just to spite his rival.

- Was extra affectionate with you if he ever saw the guy JUST to be petty to the max but he found himself doing it privately too. And.. he liked it. Rindou helped him come to the conclusion he genuinely liked you!!

- But now you can’t leave him, ever :(

- You guys have dates where you just nap together. I’m not talking like you just came over and you two were bored so you took a nap. No, no, no like this is an actual PLANNED date. It’s marked on his calendar and everything as ‘date night’ with a bunch of hearts made with red sharpie. Ran probably gets Rindou to go out so you guys can have some peace and quiet.

- “Isn’t this nice, baby?”

- “I can feel you trying to interlock our toes.”

- Probably took Rindou a while to warm up to you, but the real ice breaker is when Rindou came home drunk whilst Ran was asleep so you guys played video games and did karaoke.

- Ran wanted to tear his hair out at Rindou’s singing but he said yours was like a lullaby. 🤗

- Probably has a picture of Nahoya and Souya that he throws darts at in his room. 😭😭

- If you’re shorter than him, he loves putting things you need on a high shelf so you have to ask him to get it.

- And he does this whilst you’re using it. ☹️

- Backfires when you just ask Rindou..

- Expects you to have his picture as your lock screen and refuses to put yours as his. His lock screen is a picture of his bed.

- When you got upset he refused to have your picture as his lock screen, he tried to make it up to you by taping a picture of you to his fighting baton.

- “This is practically the same thing, actually, it’s better! Would you rather I tape it to my uniform instead??”

- He’s genuinely asking.

- You’re saved in his phone as smth like “Honeycomb suckle sugar plum pumpkin pie ❤️💜🤍🤎💚🧡💝😫”

- Wants to learn a new language with you just so you guys can talk about stuff without Rindou eavesdropping (I hc Rindou has a bad habit of this).

- He is IMPOSSIBLE to wake up, like you could try everything and he would still be fast asleep.

- Literally the only thing that makes him wake up is the smell of breakfast or any food in general

- Has a black hole as a stomach (metaphorically)

- It’s cute since you guys can have that thing together where if you can’t finish your food he will just finish it for you :)

- Type of guy to lay on his side with a rose in his mouth and his head propped up with his hand when you come home from work or whatever with careless whisper playing on in the background

- Backfires when he cuts his lip with a thorn 😭

- “I’m never doing this romantic shit again.”

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I was debating making this a yandere hc post but it feels more of a normal one

It’s a pretty short hc post but I’m back now 🤭

And I will get to requests that are already in my ask box in the next few weeks, since it’s close to exam season for me 😓

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jaythes1mp · 9 days

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Hello how are you? I hope you are well!

Okay wait this idea is probably dumb and stupid so you can ignore it since it popped up into my head and I wanted to ask but what about a goldfish! reader who can turn into a human.

It’s like cat! Reader or puppy! reader but instead of them being either of those they can change into a goldfish.

How would the Batfamily treat them? Like a huge tank or something? Premium fish food? Treats?

How would the Batfamily treat their human form?

I started to laugh while writing this so haha

Have a wonderful day/ night/ evening!

I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH TAKE A BREAK AND MAKE SURE TO REST AND DRINK WATER AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!! 🩷❤️💙🩵💚💜💛

⭐️anon (I just dubbed myself that sorry 🤣)

You can totally be ⭐️ anon, I love your energy!

In the case of a goldfish reader, and any other freshwater creatures that they may turn into, the family would first have to develop a fiercely protective and possessive obsession over the human half before they would become overly invested in the aquatic aspects.

It's not until the family has become yandere that they would start showing a particularly possessive interest in your freshwater form.

With a goldfish in mind, Jason wouldn’t likely exhibit a strong interest in you due to the limitations of your aquatic form. But on those rare occasions when he’s at the manor, he’ll still opt to spend time with you, enjoying your company even if you can’t do the same things he typically enjoys.

However, if Jason were able to find a way to force you into remaining in your human form with him, then he’d probably become completely fixated on keeping you by his side at all times. You’re still his Darling, yknow? It’s a pity that the rest of the fam won’t let him keep you at his house. He’d even buy a large tank for when you shift, and everything!

Tim would be delighted the thought of stealing you from the manors comedically oversized enclosure, which they had built in just for you, to swap you out for a regular fish he had bought at the nearest pet store, just to see how long it took for the rest of the family to notice.

He'd keep you in a tank on his desk, right next to all his paperwork, so that he can watch over you as he works away, taking little breaks to observe and admire you as you swim about in your watery prison.

Tim would make sure to keep the tank well-decorated and comfortable, adding in your favorite plants, stones, and trinkets to keep you entertained. Similar to the main one in the center of the manor, just with far less space.

But regardless of how pretty your tank looks, it would still feel like a prison. You're always going to be painfully aware of your confinement. Especially when the one on Tim’s desk has a lid, forcing you to stay and swim endless circles, never stopping until he feels gracious enough to let you out.

Damian treats you with extreme care. Everything must be perfect. With a sterile, immaculate tank, an ample supply of food 24/7, your health in top condition, and absolutely no signs of boredom. Even the slightest hint of loneliness will have him instantly scooping you out of the water, either forcing you to change back to spend time together, or he'll invest in a portable tank to smuggle you into his school. You'll never be left to your own devices for long, as he's always making sure that you're given all the attention that you deserve.

Damian is fully aware of how susceptible fish can be to depression, and given the somewhat abrupt manner of your kidnapping, he won’t take any chances. So, to prevent any potential psychological distress, he's extremely careful to provide you with everything you could possibly need to be happy and healthy. With ample space to swim around, a proper diet, and plenty of stimuli to keep you entertained. When you’re with him, it's as if you're living a life of unparalleled luxury, in spite of your confinement.

Although, Damian has still accidentally snatched up the counterfeit you that Tim had placed in your tank, and it was ultimately Conner who had to break the news to him that it wasn't the real you half way through the school day.

Dick, being the affectionate sibling that he is, would probably still keep you company while in your goldfish form. He'd swim about in the water with you, and find ways to interact and entertain you, such as tossing in small toys for you to play with, or placing his hands in the water to let you nuzzle against them. He's just glad that you're in a more vulnerable form, as it reminds him of when Jason was a child and how he’d missed out on the time in your life where you'd of been more receptive to his affection.

He’d probably even have special underwater equipment installed in the tank, like a communication device so that he could “talk” to you, bubbles that he could blow at you, or maybe even an intercom for music, just so he could better connect with you in your aquatic form. Dick will stop at no end to ensure that you feel loved and included, even as a fish.

It’ll be almost the same as with your human form, but instead of using words or touch, Dick will find other creative ways to pamper and spoil you, like adding special treats or fish toys to the tank, or arranging the underwater environment into a little sanctuary just for you. He’ll do everything in his power to show how much he cares, just like the affectionate big brother that he’s forced you to see him as. Just how it’s supposed to be.

The last of the family is Bruce. While the others find ways to pamper and spoil you, Bruce's interactions with you as a fish are a little more distant. He'll dutifully check in on you at least twice a day, making sure that the tank is clean and that the water quality is up to standard. But after that, he'll spend less and less time around your enclosure.

He's more comfortable when you're in human form around him, as it allows him to better understand your wellbeing. He can gauge your emotions, check if you've been eating enough, and actually see you properly, instead of just catching glimpses of your little fish body hiding behind the expensive rocks.

You're now Bruce’s child, and yet, when you’re in your goldfish form, he can't help but feel a distance between you. Perhaps it's the inability to communicate, or the way your little fish body seems to hide behind everything, but it's harder for him to truly connect with you on a deeper level. Maybe it's the cold reality of knowing that he’s keeping you in confinement, or the loss of affection, but something about your life as a fish just doesn’t sit well with him.

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sunnzzi · 3 months

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— If you can’t kill him just steal his girl 💚🩷💙 I love the idea of surge just ruining every moment sonic has with amy out of spite

#sonic #sonic fandom #fanart #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog fanart #sonic oc #idw sonic #idw comics #surge #surge sonic #surge the tenrec #sonic x amy #amy x sonic #sonamy #sonic idw

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curawrites · 7 months

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Healing

Hiccup x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, no happy ending

Note: rewatched Race to the Edge and got obsessed and wanted to write angst 💚

Ever since the beginning you and Hiccup had been friends, best friends.

You had done everything together, you were the weird kids, the ones that never fit in, the ones that worked the forge during the nightly dragon attacks.

Being so close together had the adults in your life asking when the wedding would be. It had always made Hiccup chuckle uncomfortably while you stood beside him bashfully with pink ears.

You had really hoped that would be your future. It was childish to think but you were only a teen who thought things would never change.

Inevitably things did change. It happened so fast, one night you and Hiccup were handling the forge together as usual and then suddenly he was training to fight dragons.

You watched him get consumed with his training and whatever he was doing in the woods. You were completely unaware of the injured nightfury your best friend was training.

You were shocked when it was revealed that Hiccup had tamed such a dragon and that he knew where the dragon nest was.

Watching him get disowned hurt, you knew how much he wanted to prove himself to his father. You wanted to go after him, to comfort him like you had always done but you couldn’t and you knew you shouldn’t when Astrid was by his side. You knew how much the boy liked her, and even though it hurt you, you let them have their moment.

You watched as Hiccup had more moments with the other teens, helping them train the dragons, bonding with them. You were glad that he was finally fitting in.

His happiness brought you joy and at that age that’s all that mattered to you even if it meant being left behind.

You hadn’t been there to watch him become a hero but when the tribe came back you felt it. All of Berk was talking about his and Toothless’s sacrifice. In that moment you felt even more admiration for the boy.

You tried to be by Hiccup’s side when he was out, but it was difficult trying to squeeze in some time when five others also wanted to see him.

You felt a shift as soon as he woke up. When he was surrounded by the residents of Berk. When Astrid gave him a kiss and his gang rejoiced over his recovery.

You knew then that he would never be the same, he was no longer you Hiccup.

As the years passed you sunk into the shadows, watching Hiccup live his best life with his friends, riding dragons, going on adventures and exploring.

You yearned to be apart of them, for Hiccup to talk to you again, and help you train a dragon and bring you into the gang. But it never happened, he was to consumed with his new life to notice who he left behind.

When he left for the edge at 18 that’s when you realized your prior friendship was never going to be rekindled. The reality hit you hard, it was jarring. It made you truly process the grief of losing your best friend.

It made your spiral into a dark place, a void of black tar that wouldn’t let you go no matter how hard you tried to claw your way out. Eventually you let the tar consume you, let yourself believe in all of the horrible things you thought about yourself.

Months were spent rotting in your hut, crying, refusing to look at yourself in a mirror, and sleeping all day.

Once the sadness faded away all you felt was rage. How could he just forget you? You had been by his side for 15 years for Thor’s sake! How dare he abandon you to be with the “cool” kids!

Your rage fuelled you to better yourself out of spite. So you began training, releasing all of the anger and hurt with every strike of your sword against your opponent’s.

You learned a lot about yourself during that period of time. You couldn’t handle an axe or a bow but you were sure damn good with a spear and swords, you learned to be resilient and strong, you gained more intellect and strategy. It rebuilt a lot of your confidence and your self esteem.

After a while you began getting bored, you had fought pretty much everyone you could on Berk and you felt caged, you didn’t like being confined to the small island anymore.

So you left. By boat. In the opposite direction Hiccup had left for the edge, and began exploring.

You knew that at some point you would need your own dragon if you wanted to continue exploring, travelling by boat was becoming very inconvenient.

An opportunity came up a couple of months into your exploration journey. A particular village had kept being pestered and ransacked by a rowdy monstrous nightmare.

So you agreed to help the village get rid of it by trying to train it. How hard could it be right? Just throw some fish at it and put your hand out and bam! Tamed dragon!

Oh how wrong you were. The process was rough to say the least, the monstrous nightmare had refused the fish and smacked you out of its sight. So you tried to gradually invade it personal space, and it worked for a few days. Until you pushed your luck and tried to rush the process, earning you a deep long gash, starting at your mid thigh up to a four inches under your arm.

The wound was gushing blood, and you were losing your consciousness fast. You thought this was the end, it was honestly humiliating. You inhaled what you thought was your last breath and closed your eyes.

Eventually you woke up to a blinding light. Was this Valhalla? As your vision cleared you recognized the inside of the village’s huts and sighed. You were glad you were alive, as you sat up you hissed in pain. You shut your eyes tightly and clutched your bandaged side as you inhaled and exhaled deeply.

Suddenly you were nudged to lay back down. You opened your eyes, expecting to see one of the villagers but you were met with the guilty face of the monstrous nightmare.

It was a very inconvenient way to train a dragon but hey you managed. Now you had a very rowdy, loving and protective, royal blue monstrous nightmare by your side.

You named her Azule and as a repayment for your stay with the village healer you have the village your boat. Not like you really needed it anymore.

With that you resumed exploring and helping villages out with dragon problems. Thankfully these went much more successfully than the first.

While you weren’t fighting dragon hunters like some people, you still made some friends and acquaintances, and more importantly you had fun.

You felt alive again. Soaring the sky’s and camping out with your new companion brought you a new kind of happiness and fulfillment.

As fun as it was eventually it was time to return to Berk. You had spent a wonderful year where you had grown and gained new experiences and knowledge. You learned to overcome hard times, how to build relationships, how to work with others, and most importantly you learned how to be content with yourself.

You had left Berk as a hurt, reckless, immature girl but you returned as a healed and mature woman.

After being gone for so long, you knew your hut needed some much needed fixing. You didn’t want your home to remind you of your dark times, you wanted a fresh slate.

You got rid of practically everything and got new furniture.You made room for Azule, giving her, her own bed and little space in your hut. You repaired what needed to be fixed after a year of neglect and added some add ons as well. Outside you added a clothes line, a hammock, a sitting area, and a feeding station for Azule.

You decorated your home with tapestries, crystals and other knickknacks you got on your adventures. You transformed your space into the ultimate comfort.

You were finally content. Even a little happy. You had moved on, and felt like you were finally on the right path.

Hiccup and his friends eventually came back from the edge.

You had lived your separate lives and you continued to, your paths never crossing again.

#httyd x reader #hiccup x reader #hiccup haddock x reader #angst #how to train your dragon #httyd hiccup #httyd fanfiction

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asdfghjklmals · 1 year

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THE SWEETEST SIGHT✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestive jokes. WORD COUNT: 2.1k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dad!gojo, mom!oc, established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru take their child to get donuts after an unfair game of hide and seek. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is the first fic i've ever written with sayuri being a little older. it's so cute and fun to imagine how oc gojo girlfriend and satoru would be as parents. after what happened with jjk 236, i thought we could use some lightheartedness. 💚 artwork is from ‘who made me a princess’. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“satoru gojo! how many times do i have to tell you to stop leaving your socks around the apartment?!” you screeched out to the white haired sorcerer. "we have a laundry hamper for this exact reason!"

this over-a-decade long battle with satoru’s socks terrorizing the apartment floor would never end.

two little feet came quickly shuffling towards you in the living room where you were standing.

“mommy!” your white haired child yelled at you while wiggling her index finger with the sass she inherited from you, “no no yell daddy!” (translation: “don’t yell at daddy!”)

this child not only has you, but satoru gojo wrapped around her finger. sayuri gojo would do anything for her daddy, even if that meant defending him from mommy. you kissed the front of your teeth and crouched down to your baby girl’s level to calmly say to her, “mommy’s not yelling at daddy, yurs.”

that satoru gojo. ever since sayuri was born, satoru always used her to double team you. and now that she could walk (very wobbly) on her own and speak a few words for her young age, she always came running to his defense with her two little feet. it was like he trained her just to spite you for all the arguments throughout the years you've been together.

“mommy yell.” sayuri reported back to you innocently, holding your cheeks in her two tiny plump hands. (translation: “daddy said mommy is yelling at him.”)

you grabbed her hands from your face and kissed each of her palms before picking her up and perching her on the side of your hip. you asked her cunningly, “now, where is your daddy?”

she replied with a giggle, “daddy pee-ah-boo!” (translation: “daddy is playing hide and go seek!”)

peek-a-boo was another name for hide and go seek in your household according to sayuri. you sighed and made your way to your master bedroom to find your childish baby daddy. his go-to hiding spot whenever he was playing with sayuri was the master bedroom closet.

“satoru,” you called out to him in a threat-laced tone, “don’t make me come find you—or else.”

sayuri started to giggle again. it was obvious she knew where satoru was hiding. you looked down at your baby girl in your arm and whispered to her, “where is daddy hiding?”

she shrieked with laughter and nuzzled her face in your chest, pointing at the closed closet door. she thought this game of hide and go seek was hilarious because mommy was playing this time.

you walked towards the closet and attempted to turn the doorknob. it was locked. you closed your eyes and sighed again. time for plan b.

“i guess mommy and sayuri should just go to the bakery down the street to get donuts since we can’t find daddy.” you feigned out loud, turning on your heels to make your way towards the living room with sayuri. you noticed she was still looking over your shoulder at the closet door, probably wondering why her father hasn’t shown himself yet.

you heard the doorknob rattle quickly, “wait!” satoru called out to you, “—daddy wants to come too!”

hook. reel. and sink em’.

you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist as sayuri started laughing again. your child’s laughter was the best sound in the world. satoru always said he loved your laugh, and you never understood why until you heard sayuri’s laugh for the first time. her laugh always started out with a cackle—then a high pitch squeal type of giggle.

“gotcha.” you turned to face satoru and teased him, “you are so bad at hide and seek, babe.”

satoru grinned at you before he bent down to kiss the top of sayuri’s head. “so, are we going to get donuts or not?”

“your treat?” you asked innocently with the puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn’t resist, “—since you made me pick up your socks… again.”

“daddy,” sayuri also looked at him with the same green puppy dog eyes as you, “yuwi donuh?” (translation: “can sayuri have a donut too?”)

with no hesitation at all, satoru caved, “well, when my two girls double team me with such cute eyes like that, how can i say no?”

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you and satoru watched as your daughter sat across from the both of you in a high chair. she was eating her double chocolate donut, sweet milk chocolate all over her face and hands. donut crumbles scattered around her and her plate. it was a sweet (literal), but messy sight. you were so grateful for whoever created silicone bibs for children.

“how did our baby girl get such a sweet tooth?” satoru smiled while admiring sayuri, watching her stuff her face. his elbow resting on the table, cheek resting in his palm.

you face palmed yourself before taking a bite of your glazed donut, “don’t you know who her father is?”

“some handsome guy named satoru gojo.” satoru sat back in his chair with his arms folded. he thought he was so funny with that statement.

you rolled your eyes at him and turned back to face your daughter. she was licking her chocolate covered fingers. she stopped when she made eye contact with you and satoru.

“daddy,” she started to say, “no donuh?” (translation: “why aren’t you eating your donut?”)

you looked at satoru’s untouched double chocolate donut sitting in front of him. her question was very valid.

“i’m just watching ya’ first, sweetheart.” satoru replied calmly, he winked at her from under his sunglasses. “i’ll take a bite, just for you, yurs.”

satoru picked up his donut and broke it in half before he bit into it. it was a tiny habit he had whenever he got a donut because he didn’t want to get chocolate glaze all over his mouth.

sayuri started giggling and clapping, her sparkly green eyes gleaming, “yay!” she was happy to see her daddy enjoying his donut too.

it was the simple moments like walking down the street to get donuts with your little family that made life worth it for you and satoru. your heart swelled at the sight of your white haired baby girl and your white haired lover sitting across from each other, both enjoying their double chocolate donut. they were the spitting images of each other… with the same exact sweet tooth. like father, like daughter.

you happily put your arm around satoru’s broad shoulder and pulled him closer to you, planting multiple kisses on his cheek as he continued to chew on his sweet treat. you could tell by the way his lips curved, he was loving the attention he was receiving from you.

“me!” sayuri called out, hands reaching out for you.

you asked your baby girl, “you want a kiss from mommy too?”

“no! yuwi kiss daddy!” (translation: “no, i want to give daddy a kiss too!”)

you laughed and reached into your diaper bag to take out baby wipes to wipe your daughter’s chocolate covered fingers, purposely skipping her face and mouth for now. you picked her up from the high chair and held her as she leaned her face towards satoru’s cheek.

sayuri held her father’s face with her chubby hands, pecking satoru with her tiny lips. the sweet chocolate-covered kiss decorated satoru’s cheek as you giggled. you and satoru were never shy when it came to spoiling your daughter with affection, it was a no brainer she would want to give love to her mom and dad too.

“thanks, sweetheart.” satoru said with a toothy smile.

he wiped his mouth with a napkin while you returned to your seat next to him, this time with sayuri in your arms. you wiped off the remaining chocolate from sayuri’s face and satoru’s cheek with another baby wipe.

“ready to go?” you asked satoru as he finished eating. he took one last sip of his coffee and nodded. you got up from your seat.

“hold on,” satoru grabbed your arm, “you got something on your face, sweetheart.”

“i do?” you turned to grab a pocket mirror from sayuri’s diaper bag to inspect your face.

you felt satoru pull you towards him. you looked back at him. his lips found yours as he gently peppered kisses along your bottom lip. he pulled away from you to lick his lips, “just a piece of glaze from your donut. i got it.”

“satoru—” you whispered with a warning, “no funny business in front of our daughter or the bakery employees.”

sayuri’s curious green eyes looked over at you two, “kiss!”

“again?” you asked her with a soft chuckle, eyes disappearing behind your smile.

you may have not understood sayuri, but satoru did. the doting father laughed out loud before leaning over to give his daughter a kiss on the cheek too. how could he resist her cute little comments? and not to mention she embodied half of the best parts of you and him. he couldn’t love anything in the world more than sayuri and you.

sayuri giggled and squealed loudly as satoru snuck a few more kisses to her cheek and forehead. she attempted to hide from him by shoving her face into your arms and chest. it was the sweetest sight you ever saw.

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a pair of socks sitting in the middle of the floor of your bedroom taunted you this morning as you were making the bed.

satoru, who was playing with your daughter in the living room earlier, walked into the bedroom. he made eye contact with the socks and his eyes widened. "wait. babe, before you yell at me... watch this." satoru raised his hands up in defense and called out for your daughter, "yurs!"

you glared at him, "are you calling the president of the satoru gojo protection squad so she can just defend you again?"

sayuri's two little feet came running into the room, she looked at satoru with eager eyes. he pointed to his socks on the floor, "socks."

two bright green eyes shared a cheeky smile with him. she picked up the socks and walked to the laundry hamper to place them next to it. she wasn't tall enough to put them directly into the hamper, but right next to it would do according to her father.

"so you're training our daughter to be your maid?" you threw an ice shard at satoru as he laughed. he walked over to the hamper where your daughter was standing and picked her up. putting her up on his shoulders as she held his head, nuzzling hers with his.

"come to mommy, yurs. daddy is being ridiculous." you held your arms out for sayuri, but satoru backed away from you playfully, refusing to give you his baby girl. you scolded satoru, "—be careful, satoru. don't drop her."

"would i ever drop her?" satoru asked incredulously, offended that you would even think he would drop the most precious thing in the world to him. he always had a secure grip on sayuri, and his infinity would never let her hit the ground if she ever fell from his arms or shoulders.

"i mean... you've dropped me before, so there's no reassurance there." you retorted, remembering the very brazen shower memory where satoru dropped you. you may have slipped out of his grasp, but you weren’t going to admit that. you had a bruise on your butt cheek for weeks because of it.

satoru smirked and approached you with a sultry voice. he whispered in your ear, "i said i was sorry. if we try it again, i promise i won't drop you this time."

you giggled at the tempting offer but refused, "no, i swore off of showers with you after that."

satoru kissed your earlobe as you shivered. your returned the favor and kissed him on the corner of his lips before reaching up for your baby girl, swiping her from his shoulders.

"should we have breakfast, my baby?" you asked sayuri. she held your face in her tiny little palms and smiled at you. she had the same exact smirk as satoru. the same one you fell in love with so long ago.

“pancake?” sayuri asked.

you laughed, “yes, baby—with bananas too.”

you started to walk out of the bedroom to make your way to the kitchen with your daughter attached to your hip.

satoru smiled at the sight of you and sayuri. he called out to the both of you, "wait for daddy you two!"

you and sayuri were the sweetest things in satoru gojo's life. satoru thought that he could stay on this specific type of sugar rush forever.

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 3 months

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🖤 The Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) was signed into law on July 26, 1990. To commemorate the occasion, we celebrate Disability Pride Month each July. Disability Pride celebrates people with disabilities for who they are, as they are—no exceptions. To shine a light on the stories, voices, and experiences of disabled persons, here are a few beautiful, illuminating stories for #DisabilityPrideMonth.

[ List below. ]

💚 The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet ❤️ The Education of Pip 🤍 Get a Life, Chloe Brown 💛 Love From A to Z 💙 Only and Forever 🖤 On the Bright Side

💚 Into the Drowning Deep ❤️ Dragonfall 🤍 Cemetery Boys 💛 To Shape a Dragon's Breath 💙 Before the Devil Knows You're Here 🖤 Silver Under Nightfall

💚 Kinship and Kindness ❤️ A Power Unbound 🤍 Kit & Basie 💛 Key Lime Sky 💙 Fella Enchanted 🖤 Venom & Vow

💚 Fae's Freedom ❤️ Out on a Limb 🤍 A Taste of Gold Iron 💛 The Last Sun 💙 The Unwanted Prophet 🖤 Iron Widow

💚 The Spirit Bares Its Teeth ❤️ Stars in Their Eyes 🤍 At First Spite 💛 Phantom & Rook 💙 A Lady for a Duke 🖤 Don't Be a Drag

💚 Icarus - K. Ancrum ❤️ Cosmoknights 🤍 Nimona 💛 The Gentleman's Guide to Vice 💙 Paige Not Found 🖤 Tears in the Water

💚 The Secret Summer Promise ❤️ Love Letters for Joy 🤍 The Luis Ortega Survival Club 💛 The Year My Life Went Down the Toilet 💙 Will on the Inside 🖤 When the Angels Left the Old Country

💚 Disability Visibility ❤️ Run 🤍 We Are Never Meeting in Real Life 💛 Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens 💙 Sitting Pretty: The View From My Ordinary 🖤 The Pretty One

💚 Diary of a Young Naturalist ❤️ The Degenerates 🤍 Meet Me in Outer Space 💛 The Silence Between Us 💙 Haben: The Deafblind Woman Who Conquered Harvard Law 🖤 Cursed

💚 Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice ❤️ Your Hearts, Your Scars 🤍 Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability, and Making Space 💛 The Collected Schizophrenias 💙 Say Hello 🖤 My Body and Other Crumbling Empires

💚 Mean Baby ❤️ True Biz 🤍 We've Got This 💛 Losing Music 💙 Easy Beauty 🖤 Life on Delay

💚 Crop Kinship ❤️ Demystifying Disability 🤍 El Deafo 💛 Hummingbird - Natalie Lloyd 💙 Show Me a Sign 🖤 The Chance to Fly

💚 Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus ❤️ One for All 🤍 You, Me, and Our Heartstring 💛 All the Right Reasons 💙 The Bone Houses 🖤 Fearlessly Different

#disability pride month #disability positivity #disability books #disability #book list #books #book photo #book photos #batty about books #battyaboutbooks #books to read

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orqheuss · 1 year

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💚 Sebastian Sallow headcanons 💚

Sebastian has a habit of rambling. Asking him any personal question about his feelings is a surefire way to get him to ramble about whatever he is researching at that current moment with nervous energy instead of answering. It's not only when he's nervous, to be fair, he just has a tendency to ramble in general. The boy is a Nerd. You will always find him around the castle with his nose in a book, so any opportunity to talk about the thing he is currently interested in, he's taking it.

High key ADHD. Boy cannot be still to save his life. He's always moving in some way, be it tapping his foot, twirling his wand, playing with your fingers-- he's moving some body part. It can definitely be annoying at times, but you can't help but let him continue, especially when he has that cute consentrated face.

He's a lightweight. It doesn't take much for him to get absolutely plastered, and when he's that sloshed he has endless amounts of energy. It's like taking his normal golden retriever-ness and ramping it up to 100. I'm talking climbing on tables and singing Scottish Gaelic folk songs (he's fluent in the language) with a full conjured folk band (fiddle and all) until Ominis drags him to his bedroom. He always gets invited to parties.

Can speak, read, and write many languages, but his favorite is latin. Again, he's a huge nerd, so he learns as many languages as he can so he can read any book he encounters. He teaches his friends latin and sometimes likes to leave them little notes that no one else can read. You can bet he made up a secret language that only he and Anne knows; not even Ominis can crack it. 100% tried to learn Parseltongue out of spite because Ominis said it was impossible to master if you weren't born with it. Sebastian knows a few words after making his friend repeat phrases tediously over and over until he got at least some of it, and it drives him insane that Ominis was technically right (Ominis is very smug about this).

Sebastian is super affectionate with his friends. He grew up in a house that valued physical touch and comfort, so random hugs and little touches are second nature. He'll guide your hand when learning new spells because he used to do the same to Ominis in first and second year, ruffle yours and Ominis' hair when he's feeling playful, bump his shoulder against yours in the hallway when he's feeling mischievous, and sometimes fully lay across the both of you, feet in one persons lap and head in the other, and make you play with his hair when he's tired, sad, or stressed.

A big softy around animals. He's not much of a cat person and won't really go out of his way to pet them or play with them (unless they initiate first) but he will never turn down playing with a dog. He has always wanted one of his own, but his parents died before they could get one and Solomon hated house pets. He likes to hang out with the nifflers the most in beasts class-- he finds them adorable and their energy hilarious. Sebastian sometimes carries little shiny things he finds around the highlands for them.

The Mom Friend™️. Always has what you need in his pockets. Have to sneeze? Here's a tissue. Need a vial for some potion ingredient? Say no more. Have a headache? He has a potion just for that. He has everything. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if he put an extension charm on his robe pocket for that exact purpose. The boy always has to be prepared for anything, even the absolute worst case scenario.

So clumsy. He'd trip over air if he wasn't careful. When he's dueling he's perfectly fine, but just walking around or talking with his friends? He's accidentally running into walls or knocking things over. It's never on purpose or because he's incompetent, it's just that he gets so wrapped up in what he's talking about that he doesn't notice his hand gestures getting too close to the potion he's brewing or see the turn just up ahead. Ominis makes a lot of jokes that Seb needs his echolocation charm more than he does, but it's all in good fun.

#tina speaks #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcanon #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian hogwarts legacy #sebastian hl #sebastian sallow hogwarts legacy #i just love him very much #he's so cute #he's canonically a nerd and i think ppl forget that sometimes #what a perfect guy #what murder i don't see any murder

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kruxband · 4 months

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i made a fankid for joelchick.... her name is veronica maneho-hicks and shes just a baby lol

#i dont want kids and im indifferent towards fankids #but i think joel and chick having a kid would be very interesting #considering they both fucking hate their parents and their upbringings #theyre like 'we will raise this kid so well. out of spite. but we probably shouldnt have a kid just out of spite'#💚🏆 former racer qpp #joelchick

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Rather than Red Hood attacking everyone when he comes back, I really want him just to abduct everyone to a nest. The Joker is dead. Tim is family. And Dick is alive.

And it is scary at first because they are going missing one by one. First Tim (it’s a genuine kidnapping there, and when he wakes up he is lectured about hiding the stuff about his parents from him, as if he didn’t get enough of that from everyone when it first came out… but he genuinely thinks he’s dreaming and keeps tearing up at Jason’s scowling face), next is Dick while he was desperately searching for Tim (Jason only had to show himself to Dick and Dick instantly followed him right to the nest). It takes a couple weeks for Jason to get Alfred (mostly because Dick lost his mind every time one of his little brothers tried to leave the nest and Jason had to wait until he was conked out holding on to Tim). And finally, the very next day, the frantic Bruce who wakes up to a nest filled with his family and wonders if he got hit with the reverse of fear toxin.

Jason’s motive? He wanted time with his family and didn’t want to deal with Dick and Bruce arguing with each other about if he was real or not while Bruce tested him. (It did still happen, but Jason had a solid couple of weeks of cuddles with brothers and a day of time with the whole family so it was much more tolerable.)

ksksks revenge plans successfully derailed due to wanting cuddles with his family. ✨💚

Jason's crime lord activities just screeching to a dead stop because he found Tim and... well, only having one bird in the nest just makes it seem sad and empty. Obviously the others have to join, too.

But come on he's gonna be all spiteful about it. Leaving Bruce for last also has the additional perk of making the poor Bat become absolutely frantic and erratic with the terror that is losing all remaining family members in the span of a few weeks.

#owl song

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bizmuthsbeasts · 9 months

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Kinktober Day 10 - Ghosts x Female Reader - Spectrophilia

Finally! The finally day of Kinktober I will be posting. I will probably not be doing Kinktober again so here you go! Male reader version on my Patreon~ 💚🐍💚

The musky scent of mold filled your nose the second you stepped inside the old mansion. A group of your friends waited at the base of the hill, likely snickering to themselves anticipating you to come sprinting out in terror.

“Some friends.” You recall thinking to yourself as you made your way through the cobweb infested entryway.

You lived close to the center of one of the biggest cities in your country, though despite the large size of the city it was awfully closed off from the outside thanks to the thick bramble forest that surrounded the kingdom.

Many rumors and stories came from those that traveled the forest often. It was said to be a curse, some dark omen from a wizard that lived long ago, cutting your kingdom off from the rest of the world.

In spite of the bramble around the city life still thrived inside the walls of the kingdom, paths were made through the brambles with guides constantly traversing them to keep the path clear and lead travelers in and out. But many mysteries still lay in the thick bramble.

Mysteries much like this house. It was just visible over the bramble from town, placed atop a hill that showed the home’s arching peaks and prominent placement.

It had become something of a landmark. Something that the kids in town spread rumors about. It wasn’t just the kids either, many adults would take a complete alternate route just to avoid the manor. Not your friends though.

On a boring night after a bit of drinking a few harmless bets were made. Someone wanted to go to the manor and challenges were passed around until one of your friends suggested sending someone inside.

“Y/N, you’ve been awfully quiet. Why don’t you be the one to go in.” One of your friends snickered at the suggestion. Obviously your reluctance was met with taunts.

“Too chicken to go?”

“C’mon, don’t be a baby.”

What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t allow your friends to believe you a wuss. So, despite your reluctance, into the house you went.

The manor was what you expected. Some lord or lady of the kingdom abandoned their homestead when the bramble took over leaving old furniture and belongings behind.

Some things were overturned and broken from years of teens coming to vandalize things inside. You shook your head a bit as you walked through the interior grumbling to yourself.

You weren’t sure how long your friends planned to force you to stay inside but you figured the least you could do was explore a little.

You wandered until you found an intricate staircase caked with dust, your hand brushing over the railing as you decided to head up.

Each step groaned under your weight as you climbed the elaborate stairs, met by a long hallway with doors on either side of the walls.

You were a bit unsettled by the eerie atmosphere of the house but couldn’t help but be intrigued by the doors you saw. You hesitantly approached one of them at random and tried the handle

It rattled in your grip but didn’t turn, locked in place. So you shrugged and moved on to the next one. As soon as your hand touched the next door you heard a chilling creak from behind you.

When you glanced back over your shoulder the door you’d just tried was open wide, showing off the interior of a bedroom behind the door frame.

“Okay guys… not cool.” You called out, a bit hesitant as you approached the room assuming your friends had sneaked in ahead of you to play with your mind. But you found no one when you stepped inside, the musty room completely void of life.

It was a bedroom, small and ornate. Probably a woman’s room, you assumed seeing the ornate vanity pushed against the wall, still scattered with small items. A forgotten hairbrush and a powder tin among other small trinkets that you gently ran your fingers over, disturbing the dust caked onto the outside.

Wiping your fingers off on your pant leg you scanned the rest of the room curiously. You approached the large bed in the center of the room, curtain hanging in tattered wisps off of the canopy above it hiding much of the bed from view.

Your curiosity drove you forward toward it, head tilting as you reached out to push the fabric gently aside. Even after so much time the bed was still neatly made, dusty blankets covering the mattress hanging over the edge of the bed frame.

Caution set aside, you found yourself reaching out toward the covers, lightly brushing your hand over aged blankets, still soft to the touch, lightly pressing your hand into the mattress. Your mind wandered a bit in curiosity wondering just who this house had belonged to before. What kind of people slept in this bed? What were they like?

Your interest got the best of you as you found yourself leaning over the bed caught up in your imagination a bit, not noticing the curtain shifting beside you.

All in an instant soft white fabric wrapped around your face and head, blocking your vision as it pulled taut over your eyes and muffled your scream of surprise. You felt hands against your back pushing you onto your knees, a cold chill settling in bone deep as you were shoved onto the mattress.

You could hear soft ethereal giggling from behind you as your chest impacted the bed hard, making it creak and groan beneath you.

Panic set in quickly as you were pressed down. You struggled against the fabric around you, scrambling to get free but the tight grip holding you down only dug in more. A low chuckle sent a shiver through you as your body was moved around, a heavy musky scent following the sound. It smelled of stale cologne and stagnant cigar smoke, a heavy and overpowering scent that made you shake your head to clear the fog that it brought.

You fought to free yourself but to no avail. A lighter touch followed the heavy hand holding you down, the fabric shifting around your face and upper body blindfolding you properly and keeping you from seeing a thing. The fabric shifted from your mouth a bit, though, allowing you to pour out a few frantic words.

“K-knock it off, guys. This isn’t funny!” You shook your head again and were met with a much different scent, bone cold fingers brushed across your jaw and a sweet lilac note danced through your senses. A light and airy giggle following the touch as your body relaxed a bit allowing your arms to be moved.

You weren’t sure how many hands were on you, the multiple cold touches making you tremble from the stark contrast in temperature. Heavy hands moved your body around, adjusting the sheet that had fallen over you until all that remained on you was the fabric around your eyes blindfolding you.

The sudden and alarming sound of tearing fabric made you tense and jolt, confused as you heard it again, and again. Long drawn out ripping sounds that echoed in the old room.

You didn’t have to wait long to find out what it was. The musty fabric was wrapped around your wrists and suddenly pulled taut. You were laid on your back, a freezing cold touch pressing you down like a cinder block on your chest not allowing you to move.

Your arms were tied and pulled apart, pulled out as far as they could go and tied to the posts on either corner of the headboard. Struggle as you might the old fabric just wouldn’t give way to you, fear only further beginning to set in.

The hope that this was simply a cruel joke by your friends was beginning to wane by the minute, panic seeped into your every vein as, like your arms, your legs were grabbed, ankles bound and pulled apart leaving you completely spread eagle on the bed, old sheets keeping you in place.

You could just faintly hear whispers, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying, tones layering on one another and keeping you from making out any kind of real words. It was frightening to not know what was going on, unable to really think past the adrenaline rush of fear.

Thoughts whirred through your mind as you continued to struggle for escape, your plight interrupted when you felt pressure sliding up between your thighs. The same chill behind the contact pressed up against you, beginning to rub and knead slowly against the inside of your thighs and up against your cunt through your pants.

The sudden erotic contact was alarming, your body jolting back from it as the same thick musky scent penetrated your remaining senses, a low breathy chuckle echoing. The touch lingered, continuing to knead and press until your body began to betray your mind, wetness gathering beneath the fabric of your pants until you started to soak through.

You shivered as you were touched, hips shifting in an attempt to pull away from the frighteningly pleasurable connection.

Distracted by the pleasure against your groin you didn’t notice when the pressure of the large hand on your chest moved, a different weight taking its place, the pleasant lilac scent suffocatingly close to your face.

You gasped in shock when something pressed against your lips. Soft gentle fingers brushed across your bottom lip pulling your mouth open before pressing inside, taking advantage of your surprise. The fingers pressed in deep, choking off your air when they hit the back of your throat and pulled a gag from you.

Tears pricked your eyes at the strange sensation, the fingers in your mouth pumping slowly, dragging over your tongue and making you whine at the odd sensation of the uncanny, unnatural, feeling of seemingly non-human fingers in your mouth.

You whined a bit, vibrations around the fingers in your mouth only pulling a breathy giggle from the person as they continued the long drag of movement against your tongue, all the while the hand on your pants hadn’t stopped. Gentle motions brushed over the most sensitive spots, eagerly forcing you to soak through your pants.

You felt cold fingertips slide your shirt up, just over your stomach, the same fingers slipping under the hem of your pants, just enough to make you squirm. The sound of your bottoms being undone made you whine again, fingers slipping from your mouth as the person on your chest shifted.

Another low chuckle sounded out as there was suddenly a startlingly cold hand down your pants, frozen fingers pressing up against the heat of your cunt. The sudden change in temperature caused your whole body to raise with goosebumps, hips moving into the touch on their own.

It was overwhelming, the touch making you shiver and moan only being interrupted moments later by the feeling of something by your mouth once again. The scent of lilac choked you as the person lowered themself over your face, the brush of cool soft thighs brushing against your cheeks as they lowered. A hand balled up in your hair, forcing your face forward into a cunt just as wet and eager as yours.

Your mind spiraled as you tried to make sense of any of this. How hadn’t you seen two people lurking around before, or moreover how did they manage to catch you like this. You couldn’t figure it out.

The hand against your cunt was gentle and practiced, fingers pressing and rubbing in all the right spots beginning to slowly ease their way inside oh so carefully. Your surprised moans seemed to please the woman using your mouth, forcing your head to move as they rocked their hips, the pressure of the attached body pressing against your face with each long languid movement making your whine.

Just when you thought things couldn’t get any stranger your pants were eased down farther. The weight and stretch of someone larger than you settling between your thighs pulling your attention downward.

In moments you could feel the heavy weight of a man’s cock against your stomach, dragging teasingly over your soft skin then down between your legs. It dragged pointedly along your inner thighs, the head rubbing over the outside of your cunt sending shock waves of ethereal pleasure through you before it began to finally ease in and your mind was overtaken with ecstasy.

You weren’t sure what to think anymore. Your mouth was occupied with the sweet smell and taste of a woman, your tongue working absentmindedly along with her rocking hips and the cock that started to move into you numbed your mind with more pleasure than you’d felt before. Whoever these people were certainly knew what they were doing. You almost couldn’t complain.

The pleasure was so overwhelming you couldn’t find the strength to keep struggling. You moaned and squirmed every now and then but between the cunt against your mouth keeping you from making too many sounds and occupying most of your mental ability and the overwhelming feeling of being fucked so slow and skillfully you couldn’t fight much.

The man fucking you found a pace quickly, his hips rocking and then slapping against yours, the room filled with sloppy sexual sounds that only added to the sensations. The woman using your mouth so eagerly rolled her hips, keeping you in place with a fistful of your hair, both their movements making the bed creak and groan under the insistent movement it likely wasn’t used to.

It wasn’t long between before you started to feel close. Your cunt twitched around the cock stretching you open and using you making the man groan and twitch in turn. The woman using your mouth seemed just as eager too, her walls fluttering around your tongue as her hips rocked.

You were close, and so were they. Strange ethereal moans echoed along with your own muffled cries, the bed’s old springs screeching with all the movement as your excitement built and you found your hips rocking eagerly in chase of your orgasm.

You felt the man’s strong hips stutter, his movements growing sloppy and labored before they stilled. Strong hands gripped your hips and pulled you down, pressing his cock deep into your heat as he released, a shocking cold seed shooting into you making your back arch with pleasure as you were pushed over the edge, cunt tightening around the man as you flooded the man’s lap with your own spend.

Your pleasured cries in turn made the woman moan and tighten up around your tongue, her hips rocked down against your mouth and she cried out as her cunt spasmed she too came, filling your mouth with a sweet sugary taste.

In an instant both of their touch faded away. The cock inside you slipped out slowly and his touch vanished and the pressure against your face dissipated, gone before you could even figure out what had happened.

Confused and spent you shifted in your place, binds still tightly keeping you in place despite your efforts and panic once again began to seep in. This only increased when you heard the floorboards creak outside of the room.

It wasn’t until you heard your name that you began to feel a bit of relief. The familiar voice of one of your friends echoed through the halls calling out for you.

“In here! I’m in here! Help!” You cried out, struggling against the binds as you heard the doorknob rattle.

“Unlock the door!”

You frowned and struggled a bit more biting your lip as you realized the situation you were currently in.

“I cant…”

“What- You know what fine then stand back.” The voice of your friend seemed annoyed and a bit exasperated but the house was old and with a couple of loud thuds the door gave way, opening up for your friend.

Their eyes went wide seeing you, spread eagle, pants down, mouth and crotch covered in some kind of strange translucent slime while you were bound to the bed and blindfolded.

“What the fuck..?” They wasted no time helping to untie you as you recounted all that had happened to you, at least the best you could. In disbelief yourself about the whole ordeal you got cleaned up, at least as much as you could and the two of you left the house together.

On your way out the door you couldn’t help but take one look back inside. You swore out of the corner of your eye you spotted someone waving from the staircase, but you didn’t stick around to find out if that was true.

Confused, and still a bit frightened, you and your friends left back to the town, not sure you would ever figure out what really happened that day. Nor did you intend to go back and find out.

#kinktober #dnd #monsterfucker #monster smut #smut #x reader #monsters #follow me #non con #female reader #x female reader

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