#please please PLEASE this is why we cant ever have nice THINGS

[luvyeni]

🪽… ( reaction ) have you ever tried this one ? ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 스트레이키즈 ՞

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「 ୨୧ authors note 」 tried something new today and added links no i cant make longer drabbles for any of these …

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

wants you to feel all of him; he wants to be as deep as he can possibly be, that’s why nine times out of ten chan will have you folded in a mating press, stretching you out with his big cock. “fuck!” you screamed as the man above you fucked into you , holding your legs up to your chest. “deeper please.” no matter how deep he is , you want more — you want him to breed you. “fuck baby im already in your guts, how deep do you want me.” he grunted, feeling his cock twitch inside you. “want me to breed this pretty pussy.” you scream out, answering his question. “fuck yes!” moaning out feeling your cunt tightening around him. “sh-shit , that’s what you want? for me to fill this pretty pussy?” you moaned. “fu-fuck yes chan.” you moaned out. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hissed.

“gonna cum inside this pretty pussy.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

we all know lee know is an ass man, he’s revealed this on numerous occasions. when he fucks you, he wants you ass up so he can watch your ass recoil against him. “that’s it.” cursing , holding your hip with one hand , rutting into you. “shit keep moving that ass.” he was hypnotized by the way your ass moved. “fuck minho!” you screamed into the pillow. “fuck don’t stop.” he didn’t either , the grip on your waist tightening as he moved his hips faster. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he breathed out. “gonna fucking cum.” he groaned , pulled out stroking his cock. “fuck im cumming!” he howled as he came all over your ass. “shit baby.” he slapped your ass, you helped out

“god i fucking love your ass so much.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

changbin loves to show off his strength; he doesn’t spend his days in the gym just for fun. showing you how manly he his, lifting you up and fucking you in the air. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his hand firmly grasping your ass holding you up as he pounded into you. “oh my god changbin!” your legs dangling on the side. “fuck me!” he held you up like you were nothing. “so-so strong.” he smirked. “yo-you like that?” he stuttered out, his voice deep. “shit , you like how i can lift you up and fuck you on my fat cock. nodding dumbly, babbling nonsense. “y-yes.” he cursed , bouncing you on his cock. “pl-please be careful.” you stuttered. “do-don’t worry baby im not gonna drop you.”

“gaining these muscle just so i can fuck you like this.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

hyunjin fucking loves morning sex , rolling over on his side , spooning you pulling your clothes down, his cock hard as a rock as slid inside you, sighing in relief. “so-so warm baby.” his sexy morning voice in your ear as his hand came up u onto your boobs , feeling up your body , squeezing your boobs. “fe-feel so nice baby.” he rutted into you. “so fucking nice , i love you so much.” his hands in between your legs, rub your clit — the sun was bleeding into the room. “hy-hyune im gonna cum.” you moaned out , he opened your legs , rutting into you harder. “cum for me princess.” letting you cum, him following right after. “sh-shit baby.” he let your legs go , kissing your neck tenderly

“good morning princess , you felt so good.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : han jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

just put him in between your legs and let him do his thing, han jisung certified munch ! he doesn’t care whether he’s on top or if you’re on top. as long as he can taste your sweet cunt and feel your soft tittes in his hands , he is in heaven. “shit baby keep doing that.” you moaned, hands tangled in his hair , pushing him deeper into your mound. “fuck more.” hips moving against your will, he was that good , lapping at your cunt. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hummed as you came on his tongue, coating his tongue. “fuck you taste so good.” he pulled away. “like candy.” he bought his fingers to his mouth, bringing them back to your slit. “wanna make you cum again.” he rubbed your bud.

“wanna make a mess of you.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : felix ﹚ .ᐟ

ride him in his gaming chair and his life is yours. he loves this shit — you “ innocently “ sitting in his lap , which ends up with you both naked , his game long forgotten as you milked him for everything he had. “sh-shit.” he held your lower back letting you do what you wanted before he pulled you flush against him , pressing down on your lower stomach. “lixie.” he squeezed your boobs. “lo-love you feel so good wrapped around me.” he moaned. “so fucking warm.” he kissed your boobs , bucking his hips up. “lix I’m gonna cum.” you whined , he rubbed your clit. “cum for me.” he whispered into your ear. “cum for me like a good girl.” releasing all over him.

the game was long forgotten after that , he was ready to make you cum all over again.

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

you’re always on top, but he’s always in charge. his legs flat against the bed fucking up into you , his hands yanking your back , making you scream. “sl-slut.” he growled. “letting me fuck you like this , you’re so nasty.” his thrust were brutal , your ass bright red from his previous slapping. “you like being fuck like a whore?” he asked , knowing you can’t ask. “whose whore are you.” he yanked your hair. “i asked you a question , whose whore are you?” you were a mess , trying to get the words out. “yours -fuck!- im your whore minnie.” you let out a pornographic moan. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he let your cum , holing you down as he emptied his load inside of you , holding you close to whisper in your ear.

“that’s right , you’re my whore.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

your body pressed flatly against the bed, arms pinned behind your back , jeongin kissing the sweet spot on your neck as , the kisses sweet and soft — a completely different from how deep he was inside you. “i-innie.” you babbled , he let your arms go , his hand wrapping around your neck, choking you lightly. “yo-you feel that -fuck- that’s my cock deep inside your pussy.” he grunted in your ear. “so-so deep.” he kissed your cheek. “i know baby , i know.” he moaned. “going dumb on my cock aren’t you.” your eyes rolling to the back of your head, his strokes were slow but deep. “just take it , that’s all you can do.” his hand tightening around your throat. “you can’t take it.”

“take it like a good fu-fucking girl.”

©️LUVYENI

[mimi-fy]

Why Swansea is such an amazing representation of adulthood.

Adulthood is usually represented by having a family, nice house, working hard, and getting a stable job. This is what society pictures as the ideal life while your an adult, this is what Swansea thinks is what is ideal for him. But, like others. Not all dreams make us happy, the things that we believe to make us happy and make us good people.. will not make us as happy we picture them to be. This is what Swansea could be going through, that he has everything that he wants that its the best thing that could ever happen to him. And if it doesn’t make him as happy as it should.. hes a lost cause. He can be seen as a lost cause. So now he focuses on being happy now, but theres not much he can do so he breaks his fifteen sobriety streak (sobriety meaning ban of alcohol). He be cant there for his family emotionally so he focuses on running away from his problems working at the pony express under the excuse of the good pay. But he later gains character by wanting to take responsibility. Swansea is still a relatively bad parental figure, but now hes trying his best to ‘do what’s best’ for daisukes future. Meaning that with his own kids he could’ve failed by not being there for their futures so they moved on. Swansea is also afraid of going ‘soft’ on others, hes scared that others will take advantage of him. And that’s what happens when Swansea goes soft (drinks alcohol and becomes drunk) and jimmy takes advantage of that by trying to seem nice and offer him another drink. To which Swansea gets fed up and snaps later on, leading to his death. Adulthood is realizing who you are, and how to be a better person and most importantly. Adulthood is acceptance. Swansea is acceptance as he owns up to his mistakes and admits hes an asshole. Jimmy and Swansea can be seen as two people with the same start but different outcome.

If you enjoyed this analysis please check my other works on my acc!

[em-trashcan]

Get preened, idiot

TFP Starscream x reader, nsfw/valveplug

🔞 minors DNI or I'll haunt your dreams forever 🔞

This is inspired by @transformers-spike‘s post about Starscream preening. I started playing around with the idea and things got out of hand, this is the first ever fanfic I actually finish! Keep that in mind and hope you enjoy!

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Starscream grips your hips as he leans over, his frame caging over you. Claws carefully dragging over skin soft enough not to cut, but still leaving red marks. Through his sharp thrusts he encourages you to be vocal.

"Tell me how nicely I'm treating you, filling you…"

You reply with a breathy groan, but that's clearly not enough. He shifts, a claw grabbing your throat and pulling it back and up until your eyes meet his optics upside down.

"Beg for it"

"What..?" You ask, still dazed. Still not submitting to him, so he stops his movements completely.

"Did I stutter?" Tone aggravated, why can't you follow such a simple demand?

"Staaar..." You whine, pushing back into him and seeking friction, but he holds you back. You give up quickly, knowing not to fight him.

"Ugh fine, please”

"Can't hear you..." He whispers into your ear, making the hairs rise at your nape.

"Star! Please fuck me!"

"Lord Starscream" he purrs, beginning to move again very slowly.

"Oh for fucks sake- ugh fine, lord Starscream, please have mercy and fuck my brains out!"

He purrs loudly, muttering "acceptable" into your ear, then immediately snaps his hips. Hard. The force knocks you back into the covers and before you can react he's covering your body with his, fucking hard and fast and maneuvering your body to hit just right. The fucker knows what he's doing, you think for a second as your thoughts slip, pleasure winding tight and you're vaguely aware of your own pleading voice through the wet, lewd noises.

 Release catches you like an avalanche, and Starscream grunts gravelly as he keeps pumping, pushing you down on the soft covers until he's filling you, biting down roughly on your shoulder and you're tightening on him again, shivering and aware of him being wider, tighter. Almost painful.

And he finally stills. Setting you down on the bed and following your body closely, still inside. And you realize he's stuck. Can't pull out.

"what... what's this?" You ask still breathless.

"Knot. youre mine" he growls, still winded up, hold firm on your hips.

"If this like omegaverse…”

"Like what?!" He squawks.

"Nevermind. So you mean we're stuck, right?"

"yes...technically"

“Technically meaning you can pull out? why not do it, does it hurt?” You question, knowing he's likely to refuse, needing to have his way.

 “You wouldn't reject me, right sweetspark?” His voice drops to a velvety threat. Defensive.

“hm not really, no.” You shrug, playing it down to deescalate him, you really don't want to find out if forcing the knot out hurts. “But how long are we going to be like this?”

“Long enough, my mate.” he settles, appeased.

Then he does something that surprises you, and  begins to thread his talons in your hair, tracing the soft fibers and disentangling them with surprising care. The soft pull and shift of the locks sending little shivers down your body. The usually innocent pleasure mingling with the fullness of his spike still buried inside. You shiver against him.

 "what's this, grooming me?"

"preening" he corrects far too quickly. "cant have a proper mate without adequate care, specially post interface."

"so is this like a post-sex massage ritual?" at this his vents hitch in his own version of a derisive snort.

"had you been cybertronian, a seeker, i would spread out your panels, realign transformation lines, recalibrate your sensitive wings..." his voice trails as his long fingers trace your shoulder blades delicately, following invisible patterns. it feels good, your body unconsciously relaxing against the mess of blankets under you.

"and i would expect the same in turn" he pulls you closer, properly lying down on his side with you, but not letting go of his hold on your hips. not yet. You half turn your torso to meet his optics, those glowing a dull, serene scarlet.

"do you?" You ask, which earns a rasped hum as question, making you clarify

"do you still want me to? to preen you?”

His servos stop at that. not sure if this would be possible, but wanting it. the same impulsive desire that brought him this far as to claim a human as mate. of course he wants more. wants everything. always been greedy.

"yes" his voice oddly breathy, uttered along a deep vent that blows clouds of hot air all around.

his knot conveniently slips out, allowing you to turn back to him, planting a chaste kiss on his red facial fin and reaching to his back. He helps you maneuver so he's the one lying on his front. wings unconsciously trembling at the tips. eager.

Your touch is careful, timid at first, when both your hands land at the base that connect the wings to his body.

"careful!" he barks, startling you. it takes a second and a red side eye before you approach, this time with the tip of a finger at a transformation line. and this time he rumbles his approval, optics dimming as you follow the lines to their end, then back again.

"how's this?" You ask, uncertain.

"acceptable" he grumbles, but the slight fanning out of his wings suggests more approval. 

You continue following the pattern along the wings, one at a time and alternating. until you reach a tip and *feel* the way he jerks, unable to choke down a whine. You think to tease him with a 'am I this good?' comment, but stop yourself. he's behaving so well being vulnerable and you should reward that. so instead you lean your face closer, blowing a soft breath that fogs the metal, before planting a kiss right at the wing tip.

"wha-ah!" he lets out a cross between a shriek and a moan, then goes awfully quiet.

"you ok star?" You try not to let your amusement show

"huh, yes, perfectly! i think that's enough preening for now." He all but blabbers out, righting himself.

he turns on his side, hiding the way his wings keep trembling despite his holding back. his optics now glowing brighter with renewed charge.

'let's recharge, shall we?" He murmurs, avoiding your gaze.

You know you should clean up first, but that would make it a win for him. so instead you crawl back to his arms and nestle in the crook of his neck.

Can't wait for the next time, another chance to slowly break his walls.

[mmirx]

AFTERTHOUGHT ⋆⑅˚₊

Who were you if not unremarkable? You had finally come into terms that you are someone who was meant to stay in everyone’s shadow, but not until you met Caleb, or so you thought.

cw/tags: university au, non-mc reader, frat guy caleb (but not really important), angst, jealousy, self-loathing (please just lmk if i missed more cw, i just cant identify more as of now)

note: this will have several parts but im not sure how many lololol i hope you guys will like this! this is going to be based on my experience with a guy i recently met. also, i didnt add any visuals as i was too lazy to find one so sorryyy

word count: 824

“Here's one,” the guy who had been occupying your bed for hours suddenly blurted out, “it's a fifteen minute walk away from the university.”

He showed you a listing of the apartment he found. It has a bed that's probably smaller than what you wanted, and it looks like it has witnessed history more than you ever had. It's nowhere near a liveable state.

“Caleb," you sighed as you tried to  find your way into his eyes, “you serious?"

You shouldn't have asked—he looked dedicated, but come on, you were broke but you deserved to live in a somehow decent apartment. Saving a few bucks in rent but having to pay more for medical bills isn't something you'd want to do.

His smile immediately turned into an awkward one, almost a comical one. You would have probably laughed if you weren't currently swamped with deadlines and on the edge of being kicked out by your landlord. It was nice of him to help you find a new apartment, really, but at the same time you’d wish that he'd be more careful on what to recommend. He had found out a week ago that you haven't paid your rent since you ‘accidentally’ created a feud with your landlord and enthusiastically offered to help.

“I told you, you can crash on my place for a while," he tried to say as he munched on the chips that you gave him—it was the least you could offer. You had declined him a few days ago when he offered you to stay in his fully furnished apartment, and of course, you badly wanted to but you needed to save your dignity. 

In all honesty, you didn't want him to find out—you wanted to keep this from everyone as you were trying to avoid their pity. Pride is a funny thing because one could be in the deepest pit of hell and lose everything but your pride will hold on as if it has embedded itself onto you. Even MC, his and your best friend, didn't know about this because you had begged him to not tell her.

“Speaking of MC, is she doing an interview for the student paper, again?" you asked, not looking away from your laptop filled with whatnots of old and greedy colonizers from the past. Made you wonder why you chose history as your major.

“MC? Yes, you know she could be quite a celebrity," he responded enthusiastically as if he'd been waiting for someone to bring her up. “Last time we went to a cafe, she literally had to greet almost everyone we saw.”

You raised your eyebrow to show that you were intrigued as to why. It's always like this, you ask one question about her childhood friend and he'd talk more than what you wanted. You sounded bitter, but who could blame you?

Every time someone mentioned you, you were referred to as their ‘third-wheel’ which you find quite insulting. Sure, you're not the type to steal the spotlight, but you were your own person—you had your ups, too, or at least you thought. Unfortunately, you're surrounded by the exceptionals and compared to them, you're plain as a tofu.

It wasn't like you wanted to be popular too but someone appreciating you without bringing them up would be nice. For God's sake, you literally presented in an international paper conference—that’s something! Though, only two people congratulated you because the same day you received the news, MC’s latest film was released. The film was nice, produced by film majors who were known by the whole student body because of their quality production, however, you wished your win was celebrated too—

Caleb’s phone rang. You knew that ringtone—it’s customized solely for his ‘pipsqueak’. You signed him to take it outside since you were busy finishing a presentation for one of your courses. 

Your eyes landed on his laptop; he left it opened, so you could help to take a look. Oh, and you wish, you hadn't. His desktop wallpaper is a picture from his childhood and MC’s.

Self-loathing isn't something that one should make a hobby of theirs, but you can't help it. You hated how you unconsciously felt small compared to MC. What's wrong with you? 

She had always been nice and kind, for Christ’s sake, she nursed you every time you were sick. But it dawned you, why can't he see you the way he sees her?

Maybe, you should stop fooling around and move on, but do you have the strength? You pondered within yourself and you almost missed the fact that Caleb has come back from his phone call.

“I'll be going. MC needed help for dinner." 

“Oh, right," you tried to sound as neutral as you could. Dinner? That's what he's leaving you for? But who are you to demand, you're literally a charity case in this scenario.

“Say hi for me to her. Thanks for today, Caleb.”

PART 2

[rocketbaby]

Heelloooo! I haven't ever really sent out a request of my own to any author so I'm not sure how it works wizhuejss but omgosh I love your writing so so much I cant help but atleast give it a chance yk :p

I was wondering if you could maybe write a bakugo x reader where the reader is an extremely girly girl and kinda like the total opposite of bakugo? Kinda like how his parents relationship is with mitski being all bash and loud and then theres masaru. I dont mind any scenario you have in mind whether its suggestive or not just have fun while you write it if you want to :p, that's all ty!

MHA master list

I hope it meets your expectations<3 I dunno exactly what you meant by extremly girly girl but I wrote what i thought of when you said that :( . Also please keep in mind I don't write for Kats that much so this is ass. I would say these are mostly some head cannons. Please excuse any grammar mistakes

trigger warning - vulgar words/swearing

Katsuki Bakugo x girly reader

Katsuki never thought he'd end up falling for a girl like you. He actually didn't think he'd fall for anyone at all but here we were.

You were such a sweetheart compared to his rough and mean personality. He honestly has no idea why you'd even like in the first place..when you guys had met he didn't like you at all.

Your personality and just you overall were the exact opposite of him which he hated back then. He told himself that if he'd end up dating someone it would be a person similar to him, with a tough personality and strong character..and then he met you.

It didn't take long for you both to fall in love. He started finding you somewhat cute and he cringed at that thought at first. He couldn't lie though, katsuki kinda liked how you dressed. You would mostly only wear cute,fancy outfits, usually containing of white/pink thigh warmers with a pretty little Skirt and a cute top. You'd also wear lots of accessories like bows, jewelery and more.

Most of the times you wear your outfits in warm,cute colors like red white pink yellow and maybe even light blue/baby blue. Well surprisingly, Katsuki caught a liking for it,for your outfits.

Head cannon that this man becomes a lover boy when he meets the right person

You love him and his personality too even though he's sometimes embarrassing you in public. You'd go out with him on dates and he would randomly start a fight with one of the waitress's there because he thought the food wasn't cooked properly.

You being a sweetheart,tried to calm him down and assure him that it's not the waitress's fault. Of course Katsuki didn't really listen,he made a scene there while the whole restaurant was staring and whispering.

Obviously,you tried interfering.

"Not now,babe. I need to have a talk with the dude who cooked this shit right here. It doesn't even look edible"

You didn't know what to do anymore and you could just stand back and look at him being a dumbass. He was so fuckin embarrassing.

"You expect us to eat this bull crap?! Even a seven year old kid could do better than this!"

"I came out here with my girl so we could enjoy a good meal and this is what we get? They should hire me,for fucks sake! I'll do the cooking!"

He has absolutely no shame.

This took you by surprise but you found out Katsuki loves to watch you do your make up. He often compliments you on it, alongside with your outfits. That's one of the main reasons why he loves taking you out, because he adores seeing you get all pretty for him.

"The makeup really fits you,love. And that little shit you put on your lips,that glossy thingy,it makes your lips look so much more kissable"

Another thing that he really loves about you is your voice. God it sounds so sweet and nice,he definitely forces you to whisper or talk to him while he falls asleep.

You just sound so feminine and that attracts him. He never thought he'd be into that.

It was so calming to him because his voice is rough and sounds mean. He's loud and vulgar and you with your voice are exactly the opposite,that's what makes it so special to him.

Also because he is a fuckin dumbass and a rude bitch, people are never being kind to him and they also speak poorly to him and about him, he's not used to anyone talking so sweetly..so when you did,he immediately fell in love even harder.

He'd lay his head on your chest, getting comfortable and he would just tap your forearm to get your attention properly.

"Mmh..I wanna go to sleep..do your thing baby, please"

You giggle, knowing what he wants. You were confused on why he'd find this so pleasing but it's not like you mind.

He falls asleep the next second. He can't stay up late,never. Not when he hears your pretty voice.

[robolvrr]

friend you can keep ꩜ .ᐟ

jazz x prowl x gn! human reader warnings: nsfw. buzzed sex.

"this what you wanted, wasn't it? attention? couldn't shut up and let us focus, could you?"

"relax, prowler - they're drooling. awww, wait a min', that's cute!"

is this a wet dream? it feels like a wet dream. there wasn't an oracle in the universe that could have predicted such an event - and it was fitting to classify as such, grandeur and overwhelming on so many levels you swear your eyes see nothing but fuzzy interference.

"p-p-prrowwwl, puh.. slow down!"

"slow dowwwn? slow down?" he's grinning, awful asshole. he rarely does, fanged smirk infuriating and itching to be clawed away.

still, your protests are corroded, lacking bite or want. that much is obvious otherwise you wouldn't be clutching so greedily round the law enforcer's waist, babbling praises and curses that make prowl want to take you by the throat.

whereas he takes and takes, jazz on the other hand, gives.

his smile is saccharine, pleased. you can still make out his expression, mesh lips cloying while they travel in the crook of your neck in determined, practiced trails. he is the sweet to prowl's sour, soothing lovebites where his partner's teeth once dug. he knows what places make you melt.

"y'know, you about the smoothest thing i've ever heard. ain't that something?" his door wings give a proud twitch when prowl tsks, careful to squeeze your cheeks. it may have taken some coaxing and prayer but he's relieved to feel you relax when his spike bumps against your leaking hole.

"cut it out, jazz. they were a brat. they don't deserve praise right now."

something akin to a wheeze bubbles from your lips. you call him dozens of insults he doesn't bother researching. they clearly can handle their drinks better than you could.

"prowl, they're about to take both of us, like a good little sparkslut. aren't ya, babe?" his digits interlock with the paler mech's, helm canted and before long, his simmering gaze is enough to ease some of the other's disgruntlement. unlike him however, he knows you're still fragile, slowly easing the tip of his spike and hissing quiet when it bumps against the ridges of prowl's.

prowl couldn't be torn from this even if the whole building set aflame.

"say it. say you'll be good and i bet ya he'll be nicer."

"i-iiiii... i'm good! i'm good, 'mgoodsogood, so good, jazz it's. not gonna fit, not gonna, how-"

more kisses. you, prowl, jazz, you again. you're in heaven and hell.

"slow. 'll take it slow with you. wanna feel that stretch."

naturally, jazz knows you'll secrete lubricant of your own, though the challenge of the pair inside was asking a lot. he also knew you were an over-achiever and had been eyeing them the entire assignment, with the lingering boldness of your own kind's vice still a whisper in your system.

"... thereee we go!"

pain is devoured by euphoria, grinding hauling to a pause as prowl remembers not to shatter your resolve entirely. you cum, hard, because your associates are huge.

jazz checks out how you creamed, far from bored from the lack of light pink that smears his spike. he flicks a glance to prowl, who looks a mixture of angry and very turned on. he can bet his battle computer is on the fritz which explains why he's practically steaming at the jaw.

"ain't this nice?"

"can it jazz, please. just.. j-just for now. frag."

there's an inside joke which you're left out of for now. you'll ask about it when their fluids aren't soaking your uniform.

"... another round, newbie?"

they swear you squeeze them a little harder.

robolvrr 2025.

a/n: so. eat up. i know there is barely ANY content of both of them and i don't know why because they would handle you SO WELL. i am unleashing my demons for now while the weekend lasts.

[dorotheataylor]

Sneezes with kisses

Pairing- Nanami Kento x Reader

Summary- What’s better than to have your husband take care of you once in a while? Especially when you’re sick.

Warnings- FLUFF OMG, domestic vibes, Kento is such a husband material (omg i love him sm), reader annoys nanami but he’s whipped for her, please I need Nanami in my life😭, my poor english as always :p

Word count- 750+

A/N- OMG I LOVE NANAMI SO MUCH I CANT DESCRIBE IT IN WORDS. Also here’s the fic for Nanami Kento as it got the most votes from the poll I posted monthsss ago (im late as alwayssss). I’m so sorry this is shorttt but I promise to make it up. I got lazy :p. Enjoy the domestic bliss y’all! This is totally not a self-insert fic.

“Love, you need to lay down-”

“No-”

“You need to rest-”

“I’m fine, Ken-” Sneeze!

“See? Listen to me for once in your life and lie down.” Nanami sighed, shaking his head at your stubbornness.

“Fine.” You huffed and laid down on the bed, while Kento arranged the pillows beneath you for you to feel comfortable.

Nanami looked at you for a few moments. You were really stubborn and reckless when it came to your health. After watching you sneezing and almost losing your consciousness because of your fever, he had to practically force you to lie down and get rest. You tended to overwork yourself almost every time, much to his dismay.

“What?” Sneeze. Damn, you really needed to get better soon.

“Nothing, just watching how stubborn you are.” Nanami sighed, his expressions turning soft. “Love, you need to start taking care of yourself.”

“I’m fine, Ken. It’s just a little cold.” You shrugged, before sneezing again.

At this point, Kento Nanami was so done with you downplaying your sickness every time. Kento loved you, he really did, but sometimes your habits and actions made him want to pull out his hair.

Nanami first met you when he was still a grade lower than his current. You had just joined the Jujutsu Society and were paired up with him for your first ever mission. And when you had gotten injured, Nanami was the one who took care of you because he held himself responsible for your injuries. And ever since then, you became good friends and eventually lovers.

You were always the type to get excited over little things and had a loud personality, just like one of your colleagues Satoru Gojo and totally contrast to Nanami's personality. But still somehow you two got along and here you were.

You sneezed again, your face turning a bit red from the cold. "Ugh I hate being sick!"

Nanami sighed again. "That's why you're going to take a few days off and rest. Your body needs it, love. You can't overwork yourself."

You sighed and looked up at him, your expressions softening. "But Ken, I can't just sit at home in the bed while you are out fighting those damn curses." You whined.

Kento rolled his eyes. "Love, sitting at home in the bed for a few days isn't the end of the world."

"But-"

"No buts. You're staying at home for a few days. End of discussion." Nanami said a bit sternly, leaving no space for arguments.

You pouted and Kento could feel himself melting a bit seeing your expressions. He sighed. "Would it make you feel better if I took a day off too? I'll prepare you a nice ginger honey tea and warm bath. How does it sound?"

Your eyes lit up at his words and you immediately smiled, your pouty expressions no longer seen. "I'd love that, Ken. It's been a while since we spent some quality time together."

Kento smiled, something he did only with you around, and leaned down to kiss on your forehead. "Rest. I'll bring you something warm."

As he was about to stand up, you pulled him back down with his arm and kissed him softly, smiling against it. Kento didn't hesitate to kiss back, another one of his favourite things to do with you.

He didn't know how he got so lucky, having such a wonderful woman as his wife, loving him through everything. He didn't deserve you, really.

You pulled away and grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Now we're both sick. Meaning another two days off. And more cuddles! So lay down with me."

Nanami rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile at you, your cheekiness being one of the many things he loved about you.

He got under the covers beside you, wrapping his arms around you as you rested your head on his chest. He kissed your head before whispering, "I love you."

You smiled, these three words coming from his mouth never failing to make your heart flutter. You looked up at him with that adoring gaze you always had for him and whispered back, "I love you too," before burying your face back into his chest.

And as they lay together, Nanami couldn't help but sigh in contentment. He loved such moments, having the love of his life in his arms and her saying she loved him. He'd do anything just to have this domestic bliss with you.

Maybe you falling sick wasn't so bad after all.

[harrysfolklore]

secret gf the sequel: secret wife

AND HERE YOU HAVE IT !!! READ PART ONE FIRST

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[sillyjpeg]

BOOK OF BILL WEBSITE CHANGE

this contains MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE WEBSITE CHANGE. if you want to find shit urself, dont read this!!!

also this is part one of probably many bc i cant fit everything in here. curse you image limit

i wont be going over alot of the not as important stuff, but still go explore the website for it because i got alot of good laughs!

RIGHT OFF THE BAT. In the top right corner of the screen when the lightning flashes, there are words revealed carved in the wall. it reads: VALLIS CINERIS. when this is typed into the computer it gives this video:

haunting. really giving me analog horror vibes. wasnt sure what else to do with this though.

I also noticed that on the candle in the right side of the desk, there is a code

this is decoded used the rune code, and translates into CURSED. when put into the computer, this is what is given back:

interesting.

One of the first things me and my friends did was go through the main characters names. the most interesting one of these for me is definitely Stanley, but i want to go over Pacifica first because Stanleys is LONG.

When you type in Pacifica you get this:

I love her signature btw. BUT if you type in Platinum Paz, you get somethin very, very interesting.

This may not be in the right order so forgive me, but at the end of that code, if you use a shift decoder (im so smart sue me)

it says: "STAY AWAY FROM HER CIPHER. SHE HAS THE PROTECTION OF THE LUMBERFOLKS SPIRITS"

pacificas character development has always been special to me, and this was honestly chilling. in the book of bill we see that she has nightmares about the lumberjack, and this shows how much guilt she carries. her finally finding her peace with what happened made me smile :)

but as nice and heartwarming as this is, were moving on to STANLEY PINES! and oh BOY are the stanley lovers having a field day. so first of all, if you type in Stanley, it will take you to a few different links. including gold chains, brass knuckles, an 8 ball cane, a fez, and a colonel neck tie. funny right? if you keep entering his name, this pops up:

Below this is a bunch of things with the label of being shameful. one of them is very interesting but im gonna put some lighter stuff first for the sillies.

i need alex to show us the photos from the hunky drifters catalogue alex can you hear me please i mean WHO SAID THATTTT WHO SAID THATTTTTT

ALSO NO ONE COMING TO HIS FAKE FUNERAL EXCEPT HIS MOM :( she loved her little free spirit stanley

ALSO- him stripping for flour in Tijuana, again, i need photographic evidence.

his ex wives list also made me giggle. he was MARRIED TO OLD GOLDIE????? also Marilyn being Eda made me giggle, i love the fact that they got married at some point. get them back together please. also stan having smaller hands than ford and being self-conscious about it stan i love you mwah mwah mwah

ALSO FILBRICK TRYING TO SELL STAN FOR GETTIN AN F- PLEASE

anyways now onto the section at the bottom of the Wheel of Shame page!

Its titled : HOW HE BEAT ME. im not adding a photo bc ur guy is running out of room :(

you have to click on this repeatedly to get anything good out of it, so i took the liberty of milking it for all it had!!! i didnt take screenshots of everything because some of it was redundant, but here are the interesting and or funny bits:

just reiterating, this is not all thats in there, im just putting parts that stood out to me. please take the time to go through all this urself bc its a TREAT.

now into the crazier stuff

hes obviously having some sort of breakdown, just like we see at the end of the book of bill. the last page i decoded myself, and i got this using all the different decoders:

"THROUGH LQS SFSE CN EVERYONE IVE EVER"

for "LQS SFSE CN" i used the original bill cipher code, and im not sure why it gave me this. a smarter, better decoder probably has the answer.

i can theorize a few different things on what this could possibly mean even with it not being all decoded. the one that comes to mind is "I can still see through everyone ive ever met" maybe knowing too much? but without the middle part decoded i cant say much. if you have the solution for this please leave a comment as any help would be greatly appreciated. this all did drop a few hours ago so i doubt many people are working on decoding all this.

UPDATE!! I TRANSLATED IT WRONG.

IT SAYS “THROUGH THE EYES OF EVERYONE IVE EVER”

this makes alot more sense. bill can see through others eyes so it most likely is refering too how he possesses people and sees through their eyes. In the book of bill he shows how angry he is having to watch the Pines family be happy.

It says that when he closes his eye, he can still see through the eyes of everyone hes ever…possesed? probably. So can Bill still see through Ford, or maybe Dipper, and he cant turn it off. Whenever he closes his eyes he is haunted by the happy life he failed to destroy. To see through their eyes.

This poem using gambling as a way to describe Stan's life choices really struck me. the more i thought on it the more it made sense. he gambled that Ford's project would probably still work, gambled with all of his sham products. His entire life has been a betting game. The most interesting thing about all this is the end of the poem. It reads

"IM STILL ON YOUR MIND"

this has been a theory for awhile in the gravity falls community that if stan got back all his memories, including ones about bill, wouldnt bill come back? for me this confirms the theory, and opens up a whole new can of worms which i will talk about later.

I have reached my image and video limit, but expect more posts!

stay weird yall :)

[disneyprincemuke]

"wanna hang out?" * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: also nothing to do with vr, but ON GOD I'VE GOT SOMETHING PLANNED WITH THEM I- i am also making this a mini series, because i cant physically sit down and write anything too long because this ask was very long and i simply can't not break it down into parts im sorry anon i love you

| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | you’re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship | it's nice to have a friend |

"mate, just go up and him and say 'hi'. it's not that hard."

"i know, but i'm scared."

"scared? he's a 22-year-old. he won't bite you."

"you don't know that!"

"he's a really nice kid. just go up to him and ask him if he wants to hang out."

"okay, but only if you come with me?"

"you're a fully grown adult! you don't need me with you to play matchmaker to get a new friend."

"please, george? i'm asking you this one favour."

"no can do. look! there he is! go!"

that's the last thing you hear before you are rudely shoved out of alex's driver's room. you press your lips together into a thin line, fists balled by your side as you hear george close the door behind you. you knew hanging out with george in alex's room without alex is stupid.

you had simply noticed the american rookie quietly following the thai driver around, not making many conversations with other drivers during the pre-season test a couple of weeks ago. while you're very well equipped with making friends and incorporating yourself with the rest of your colleagues, logan seemed to be one of the people you found quite difficult to approach.

not because he's unapproachable. simply because he is also very quiet and reserved on his own. once upon a time, when you first joined formula 1 as the only woman on the grid, you were good friends with charles. that was before you had drifted apart amidst all the outright comparisons everyone would make, and eventually, you had fallen into his shadow while he achieved greater things in the sport.

you had learned to find solace in your own company for about a year or so, only speaking to whoever spoke to you. it wasn't until things started falling into place when toto wolff had picked you to race with mercedes, following lewis hamilton's retirement in 2021 after failing to secure himself a championship.

logan, who has just finished his climb up the stairs, flashes you a friendly smile as he fiddles with his keys. "hey," he greets you, before abruptly turning to unlock the door to his driver's room.

"hi," you smile, awkwardly wiping your palms against the material of your shorts. "i haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself to you. i'm (y/n)."

he pushes his door open, craning his neck to acknowledge you. "i know. i've been a big fan since you joined the sport," he glances elsewhere before meeting your eyes again, "i'm logan?"

"right, we already know that," you sigh, shaking your head. you take a step forward, maintaining your distance from the entrance of his driver's room. you don't want to wind up overstepping your welcome. "um, well, welcome to formula 1."

he smiles at you, slightly more genuine this time. you watch as he puts his bag down by the door. "thank you."

"no problem." you bite on the inside of your cheek, turning around to open the door to alex's driver's room. you hear the door creaking behind you, and you vaguely remember that all this awkward conversation wasn't initiated for nothing.

you turn back around and try to hold the door open. your palm meets the door, logan flinching back in surprise as you tilt your head to peek up at him. "have you had your lunch yet?"

he shakes his head. "why?"

"george and i are waiting for alex to finish his meeting with james before we go and grab lunch somewhere in the paddocks," you smile. "wanna hang out?"

[zweiism]

I’ll see you around?

art x reader / reader is tashi’s best friend / patrick goes to stanford / correct me on any wrong tennis terms!

art donaldson, tennis star, 17th in youth tournaments worlwide, hates you. the talk of the school, talented, young, beautiful, confident, and arrogant, according to him. But when youre forced to train together after your friends bailed, art starts seeing another side of you.

first time writing! lmk how it is :) !fluff enemies to lovers kind of thing..

its no suprise that art donaldson was named the second most famous person campus. He’s one of the best college tennis players in the country, ranked 17th in youth tournaments nationwide. But, why second? it was simple. The first being given to a girl that won the NCAA women’s tennis championship, or in other words, you.

you were at the top of your game. making headlines by winning the 2025 NCAA women’s tennis championship. Your forehand was powerful, your footwork was otherworldly, you didnt fall under pressure, you were the best of the best.

and art hated it.

he hated how you much better you were than him. like you were in your own league. he hated how much attention you got, he despised how smug you were when you heard about going to nationals. he hated knowing that he couldnt be like you if he tried, and he most definitely hated the way your body looks in those brand new tennis uniforms coach got.

hated the way it hugged your hips nicely, detested the way your legs look in those short, short, short skirts. He resented the way those tank tops captured your body perfectly. He’s a firm believer you got to where you were through connections, hes characterized you as the snobby tennis bitch, rolls his eyes every time someone mentions your name.

his best friend patrick? he is so onto him.

he knows its all an act, he sees the way art admires your everymove, he knows everything art has ever thought about you; without art having to ever say anything at all. Its all an act, he knows it, art tells him he cant stand her, and yet he always sees art turning his head every time youre not at practice.

one afternoon

“i cant believe hes still making us practice when the season is practically over” your friend tashi exclaimed. “it’s unreasonable, and dumb.”

you laugh at her comment, it is dumb. theres practically no more important matches for you, you were almost going to skip the practice when tashi texted you to “PLEASE COME!!!” and being you, you did.

you know tashi has a match coming up, against some country club loser named pepperdine. tashi duncan is admittedly way better than you in many aspects, youre not ashamed to admit that, you wouldnt have really won without her, she being your hitting partner and all. its just by luck you even won the championship at all.

as you set up all your equipment, you hear a loud laughter coming from a couple of boys behind you.

“c’mon artie, im just kidding” the older brunette boy says to art, art laughs and hits the boys shoulder to brush it off. you wonder what was so funny for them to cackle and laugh so loud

you’ve heard all about art donaldson. all about him. you know he has this animosity against you, you know he cant stand to be near you, and you definitely know he has something towards you.

you caught him staring at you again and again, whether it be at practice, the cafeteria, or just around campus. you dont understand it, but each time you tell yourself to forget it. maybe you’ll understand him one day.

practice starts of with light jogging around the court, then coach tells you to partner up, which is surprisingly easy to do since you and tashi are together. that is until she gets a mysterious phone call, which she wont elaborate about at all.

“tashi! just tell me!” you whisper-shout at her

“cant say L/N, i just have to go!” you can see through her, you know somethings up. you see the way the corner of her lip turns up, and the way shes rocking back and forth

“Hey! c’mon duncan we dont got all day, either go to where you gotta go, or stick around for the practice.” thank you coach ben. thank you.

tashi turns to you and shakes her head, “well, thats my cue… ill.. uhh… see you later yea?”

she runs off before you could utter a no.

“hey art, i just got a call from my dad, i gotta get going man…” you hear in the distance

you could almost predict donaldsons protest, it starts off as a “no patrick. dont. please.” then leads to art chasing ‘patrick’ all over the court, it made you laugh seeing art running around and laughing with his friend, which was short lasted because coach ben told them to stop.

neither of your and art have a partner now. you worry that coach ben might see, or maybe he wont, maybe he’ll just have everyone run more laps. you pray he makes you run more laps. but nonetheless, nothing goes unnoticed by coach ben.

“L/N and Donaldson, partner up and make it quick.” you can almost feel art’s disappointment.

you look up to see art walking towards you, you can hear a few people laugh at him, they all know how he feels.

“lets get this over with, yea?” art says, you can hear the sass.

“yep. lets get this over with” you awkwardly smile.

its hard to play when you have this awful moment between each set of straight silence and eye contact. you could feel him stare you down while you get ready for your serve.

he can feel the tension too. he tells himself its the heat thats making him sweat, his grip on the racket rough and firm. He knows that you’ve got what it takes, he knows you’ll do anything to win.

its the final set. the score is set as 9-8, final-set tiebreake. match point.

art is fuming, he has this abnormal desire to beat you in a sport you dominated. he needs this point. you chuckle to yourself, absolutely shocked hes taking a practice match this serious.

why not add fuel to the fire?

“one more shot, hot shot. dont choke this time”you manage to giggle out, a hint of tease in your tone.

this sets him off.

this sets him off.

art looks away, jaw tight. you know what you did to him. youre 100% know thar art donaldson is gonna hate your guts even more. what you dont know, is his pants are growing tighter. Art donaldson, 17th in youth tournaments nationwide, was getting off to you trash talking him.

he knows its wrong. it wasnt your talent that scared him all along, it was the way he felt every time he saw you succeed, it was the way you make him shudder each time he thinks of you.

“c’mon dont bail on me artie.” you really are pushing it now. its nice to see him so frustrated, hes so serious about it, its ridiculous coming from art donaldson.

you bounce the ball twice; the serve was fast, wide, just clipping the edge of the box, it was a blink-and-you-miss-it type of serve.

art lunges for the ball, barely getting his racquet to touch the ball, sends a high ball that felt like ages for it to come down

you stepped in, one clean swing towards the ball, forehand so loud youre sure students in the dining hall across campus could hear.

the hit itself caught art off guard, he used to mock you for taking tennis too hard, but now its clear. tennis isnt just a game to you. its everything.

“nice shot.” he said flatly. ignoring the warmth in his heart as he heard your laughter.

you walked to the net, offering your hand, “close one donaldson.” you say, breathless.

arts eyes burned, you dont know if its with hatred, or desire.

“next time.”

you thought you just made art donaldson your worst enemy, but you hear him let a out a snicker and lend his hand out for a handshake.

because to him, deep down, he didnt really mind losing. not to you at least.

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“yea and he got all mad and angry, im sure he was about to pop a blood vessel or something.” you laugh to tashi, mouth full of the cafeteria’s churros

“oh wow, i wish i was there to witness it.” tashi responded, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

“yea, me too, i cant believe you and his hitting partner- whats his name? patrick?” you questioned

“yea, patrick zweig.”

“yea him, i cant believe BOTH of you guys left! like, time and place tash, time and place”

theres a moment of silence. a big smile plastered on tashi’s face.

“no. no fucking way.” you say with a stern face

“well, what can we say, art has absolutely been eye fucking you. everytime. i thought you would notice? and hey, if it wasnt for me and patricks sake. you guys wouldve never gotten to this point of- friendship.”

“you fucking snake” you cant help but laugh a little hearing it, you cant believe tashi and patrick zweig went behind you and arts back to plot such a thing.

tashi shrugs and starts cleaning her plate up, you follow to do the same.

on the walk back to the dorms you catch a glimpse of art donaldson, and maybe you’ve never really noticed him, but he is kind of cute.

[sturnwritess]

Is it Casual now?

warnings: angst, cussing, crying, drinking, bit of smut.

pairing: mattsturniolo x femalexreader

summary: you and matt have been “friends” for a long time, to him u were just another girl that he deeply loved, and him to you was everything u wished for.

a/n: i know this song is for wlw but i wanted to use it for the story.

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10:26 pm

“fuck matt” you say, his tongue is in your walls as he’s eating you out. He looks up at you with his beautiful blue eyes, he smirks against your pussy making his ego even bigger. You’re currently in the back of your car and the windows are getting foggy. “im mh about to cum” you say breathless, “go ahead pretty girl” he says and that tips you over the edge. once you both got cleaned up, “can you drive me to a restaurant?” he asks.

“i was wondering if we could hangout?” you ask, he looks at you “i thought this was just a hookup though but i gotta get going my mom invited me to dinner” he says not looking at u playing with his hands. “oh ok which restaurant?” you ask looking at him. He looks up “uh yellowbricks on blackstone” he says.

You’re almost to the restaurant and you pull into the parking lot, “my mom also wants to see you, so can u come in?” he ask staring his eyes into yours. “uh yea ill go see your mom.” you say looking away, you got out of your car and walk into the restaurant. You and matt spot jimmy, marylou, chris and nick, you walk up to the table and say hi to everyone.

“y/n why dont you join us?” marylou asks, “she actually has to go mom” matt says looking up at you. “oh yeah i have this thing marylou im so sorry maybe another time?” you say, “of course just text me on facebook to let me know!” she says smiling. “ok. i will, nice to see everyone bye!” you say as you’re leaving. You feel like a burden to matt as you walk out, you get into your car and suddenly matt walks out.

He knocks on your window, “hey uhm i left my jacket in your backseat” he says “ oh ok the doors are unlocked.” you look at the backseat as he grabs it, tears dwelling in your eyes. He notices “hey are you ok pretty girl?” he asks “mhm” u say looking away, he grabs your chin “i hope this isnt about me saying your busy.” he looks at u with his brows furrowed.

“its not matt” you yank his hand off your chin, he furrows his brows “we agreed this was casual” he says. you nod and roll up your window, he walks away with his jacket in his hand and his grip so hard his knuckles were white. “casual” starts playing by Chappell Roan, you feel the tears trying to drip away from your eyes. you just started driving home, but all you could think of matt.

flashback

“thats the best time we’ve ever had sex and i mean it” he says looking into your iris, “whatcha thinking about pretty girl?” he asks. “oh nothing just like us what we are” you say still staring into his mesmerizing eyes, “you’re my everything y/n” he says. you giggle looking away, “you’re my everything too matt”.

end of flashback

you grip onto the steering wheel trying not to cry, but the tears escape your eyes and u cant help but let out sobs. you try not to think of how good you and matt used to be, but now you think back it was just casual. it hurts your stomach so much thinking about it, how everything happened and why. he was just a boy you banged on your couch but, damn him for making you feel like this.

day later

matthew❕

hey y/n

do you want to hangout?

i see you reading my texts

please dont leave me on read

dont be like this please

im coming over

read 10:19 am

you continue sobbing into your comforter and bury yourself, you soon hear your doorbell ring and you cant bring yourself to get up and see his face. so you just ignore the sounds but they dont stop, for a second they stopped and then got louder. you groaned not even bothering to brush your hair or wipe way the tears, you walk down the stairs and go open the door.

you open the door and his eyes soften once he sees your red eyes and tear stains on your cheek, “can you stop staring matthew?” you say looking away “yeah m’sorry”. “did you leave something or want to say something? you clear your throat saying. “cmon we agreed that no feelings attached y/n” he says, you close the door behind him.

“how was i suppose not to?” you ask, he looks away “you said i was your everything matt!” you say as anger arises inside of you “i know i know but please dont be mad because- you cut him off “no i get to be mad matt because you said we were casual but people who are casual dont say shit like that!” you scream.

“please dont say what you dont mean y/n” he says, “we should just end this whatever this is.” you say as a tear slips down your cheek. “no no please y/n i need you!” he says as his eyes dwell with tears, “no you need someone who loves you and i thought i could give that to you but i really cant because you wont give it back or say some stupid shit like this is casual matt”.

“i didnt mean it please please dont do this” hes screaming in sobs, your heart breaks at the sight but you knew this had to be done for his sake and yours. “please matt dont make this harder than it is.” you put his head into your chest as you say. hes sobbing into your chest and every time you feel his tears slipping a piece of your heart shatters.

“i really did love you matt and i mean it.” you say as you bring his head up to meet your eyes, “please i dont want to lose you please please just dont do this”. he says and with that you kiss his forehead “matthew you need to go baby please.” you say. “can you hold me one more time y/n” he asks as his eyes are practically red and tears drip down each time.

“yes matt come here” you say as you bring him to your chest, you felt as time froze around you but the reality matter more than the fantasy you pictured. “okay sweetboy its time to go.” you say removing your arms from him, “i loved you too y/n” he says as he brings your face in his hands and kisses your forehead. “do you think we could ever be soulmates in another universe?” he asks looking at you.

“god i hope so” you say looking at him as he walks out your door. you both knew that was the last time he would ever enter and leave your house. you both loved each other just maybe in another life.

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hey so uhm this was really short and im sorry but i didnt know what to write lol

@sturnioloshacker @sturtriple16 @mattscoquette @mattybsgroupie

[ghqstwriter]

Hello!! Can you please do a flirty hero and a flirty villain who cant keeps their hands off eachother, even in the presence of both boss, just leading them to be more discreet

“Of all the fake covers in the world, the two of you chose this?” Sidekick whispered, already reaching a state of utter disbelief and borderline disappointment in record time. A feat that seemed to be achieved every time their mentor spoke with the criminal before them.

Villain’s arm squeezed tighter around the hero’s waist, who squirmed slightly in response. Pretending as though they ever had to pretend to like it. It was a difficult trick to balance; act too disgusted towards their supposed partner, their cover is blown out the water, and they risk the mission collapsing like a house of cards. Play too well into the role of the lovestuck fiance, and risk their teams growing suspiscious.

Sure, every hero and every villain in the area knew how the pair acted when they were together. When the city’s darling heartthrob and the criminal known for catching rookies off guard with flirtation and seduction first met, nobody had really expected things to end differently, much to the dismay of their respective bosses. However, this was different. Sincere, almost. Lovers: that’s what they were playing. The type of honeymooners with sticky sweet pet names and long, drawn-out kisses that always seemed to linger. The type of connection that, if genuine, would raise the alarm bells of every one of their superiors within seconds.

“You know me, Sidekick, all my best roles have been of the… romantic sort. Nobody’ll bat an eye if I don’t leave their sights, and we don’t want to be split up on a case with stakes as high as this,” Hero muttered back, hoping that there was enough of the truth sprinkled in there to stop their teammate from locking onto the lies immediately.

Sidekick took another breath in, the realisation that this was what they’d be dealing with all mission settling in like an anvil meeting hard concrete. They could hardly mask the exasperation in their tone as they raised their voice, careful to stay in character now that their words could be heard. “It’s really so nice of you both to come out here to the countryside to visit. I’d be happy to point you to some of the best places to stop by whilst you’re here, what kind of things are you two looking to do?”

“Oh, a little bit of everything, I’m sure. You only get one honeymoon, why limit yourself, I say,” Villain spoke up, vague enough to let Sidekick point them in the right direction. Neither super had been properly briefed on the actual location. Then, they leaned closer towards the Hero, their breath warm against the protagonist’s skin. “Though, we won’t want to stray too far from the hotel room, if you know what I mean.”

Their voice dropped at that last part as they shot a grin, and Hero had to grit their teeth in order to keep their composure. The bastard wasn’t even trying to take a character here, just attempting to rile up the hero as much as they could. Usually, their nemesis would retort back with an even more sultry remark, free to match their energy. Now, Hero was writhing under the pressure of maintaining image, and it was clear they relished the opportunity to tease.

“Honey, we’re in one of the most beautiful country towns of the country, and the sights are stunning. What’s the point of coming if we spend our time in the bedroom?” Hero chastised playfully.

“I’ll have to agree with you there, the sights are just mesmirising. Can’t take my eyes off of them.”

Hero choked internally at that response. They had expected this, sure, and had even gone over some lines with Villain on the drive here. However, there was something unfamiliar in the way they spoke, something resting underneath the surface that seemed to bubble. Perhaps it was Villain’s tone. It didn’t seem as sweet and fake as they had expected, in fact they weren’t putting on any type of voice. The criminal spoke as though this was usual banter; as though the words that dribbled like honey out of their mouth weren’t a lie made to help solidify a fake cover.

“Baby, you can’t just say these things, we’re in public. I told you in the car not to act so brashly in front of my cousin,” Hero laughed slightly, trying to cover the frustration and get Villain to behave. Yet, they were relentless. The criminal leant impossibly closer, intertwining their fingers with the hero, a gesture so genuine it felt foreign, especially coming from them. Hero blushed slightly.

“Well, I told you not to look so sultry or else we wouldn’t be out for long, but here we are,” the criminal was fully murmuring in Hero’s ear now, a symphony only meant for them. The recipient was far too flustered to respond, so Villain kept on pushing. “I’m just saying, you know how I much I like you in that colour, and with that shirt too? You’re practically trying to make me swoon at that point, sweetheart—“

“Oh hey, would you look at that. I think I left my… bag in the car,” Hero started awkwardly. Then, they sprung up, grabbing their jacket. “Mind coming with me to fetch it, darling?” They sped away without even looking back, heading for the mostly empty parking-lot. They didn’t have to glande behind them to know Villain would be following close. As soon as they reached the parked vehicle they arrived in, Hero spun around, looking more than midly infuriated.

“What on Earth do you think you’re doing in there?”

“Hmm, that’s a funny question. Here I thought it was your idea for us to play lovers,” Villain remarked, moving closer to Hero until their figure was touching the cold metal of the car.

“I didn’t mean you should turn every other sentence into some euphemism about sleeping with me. We’ve both been lectured about this countless times, you know this.”

The lectures, oh, the lectures. As though the reason that Hero was burning up was because they feared reprimanding from their superiors. No, there was something else teetering at the edge of secrecy here. A flicker in Villain’s eyes that left them on the edge of their seat, practically writhing in anticipation. They both knew it.

“But that was the reason you wanted this role, wasn’t it? To not have to hide behind discretion with me anymore? To finally, after months of frustration, get to feel me again in a touch softer than a punch?” Villain only stopped moving when they were a few inches away from Hero’s face.

They were right. Of course, they were right. Hero wanted nothing more than to get back to their old routine of playful banter and persisting touches. It was their own version of a fight in a way, more akin to roulette than anything else. To the both of them, it was a game of endurance: whoever folded under the other’s flirations lost, and Hero’s scale seemed to be tipping against their favour. Maybe it was in the way Villain had spoken to them, and how their gaze seemed to always follow Hero’s movements. Maybe it was a few too many comments about a hotel room for it to come across as casual. Hero gulped.

“Yeah, the usual routine. Not whatever this is. You can push all the blame on me, Villain, but you’re the one who’s looking at me like you want to smooch me,” Hero responding, pretending that all they were feeling was annoyance.

The two had never actually kissed before. Thus far, they had been meeting on a purely professional basis. No time to sneak off and pursue any type of intimacy when there’s a bomb threatening to bring you to a different type of high. Besides, their relationship wasn’t about the pleasure, Hero thought to themself, though the look in Villain’s eyes made them doubt everything.

The villain in question didn’t follow that up with a crude or suggestive joke. They stared for a beat, almost smug. And then, when they did, their words didn’t feel as smooth and calculated.

“Is that what you want, hm? For me to kiss you? Is that what you’re so desperate for that you dragged me out of the room for?” Villain smirked slightly, drowning any sincerity in a flirtatious tone. They wanted Hero to admit it first, the jerk. That way, they wouldn’t be losing the game, because it was Hero falling to their knees, begging. Villain would just be giving them what they wanted. There was no attempt to hide it, not even an attempt to hide that they wanted it to. Because out of the two of them, Villain knew that Hero’s resolve would break first.

And it did. It shattered into a thousand glass shards as Hero clutched at Villain’s shirt, fists balling in frustration, and pulled them into a long overdue kiss. To both of their shocks, it was rather less aggressive than they had both imagined it to be. As their lips entangled, they were both struck with the horrifying realisation that this was a terribly sweet first kiss, and they weren’t even playing a part anymore. What was supposed to be an accumulation of years of tension and flirting had ended up being something more akin to a gentle confession.

When the two parted briefly, panting mostly due to the worry lodged in their throats, Villain started fumbling for the car keys, an uncharacteristically uncoordinated sight. Breathless, Hero spoke.

“I’ll tell Sidekick to email us the location,” they gasped, swinging the car door open carelessly. There were more important things to focus on. “I think we should get back to the hotel room first.”

[selfloathingpoet]

No good deed goes unpunished.

Smoke filled the Hero’s lungs as they stumbled forward, legs moving shakily under them. The only thing that reassured them that they were still alive was the pounding beat in their chest and the blood seeping through the fingers. There was fire, everywhere, for as far as they could see. They flinched as they heard something smash to the ground, snapping them out of the shock. The city, their city, the one they had worked their entire life to protect was now crumbling underneath their feet. They looked around briskly, trying to see if they could find any face they would recognize, Superhero, Sidekick, Other Hero, someone! They fell to their knees, crying out in pain as the held their hand up to their face. All they saw was red. They could see fire reflected back to them in their own blood. It was all around them now, in their lungs, in their eyes, in their hair, their curls now frizzed out and blowing around them, tickling their face and waving around like a flag of surrender. They could feel it in their heart to, that burning voice telling them to “keep fighting!” or “get up!”

As they knelt next to the steps of the now burning town hall, they wished again that someone, anyone would come and help them. Come and save them so that for once could finally get just a moment to rest. Their prayers were soon answered in the most paradoxical way possible because when they looked up again they saw none other than Villain themself.

“Well well well…look at what we have here.” The villain drawled, their voice calm despite all of the chaos around them. But, the Villain thrived in chaos, the Hero supposed. Why shouldn’t they feel anything but serene in this tumultuous climate?

The hero tried to speak, but all it did was send them into a coughing fit. They pushed themself up onto their feet, catching their balance.

“St-stay away from me..”. The Hero choked out, sounding less like an order and more like a plea.

The villain winched, a false look of pity etching their face. “That’s quite the scratch you’ve got there.”

Hero gripped their side tighter, sneering up at their arch enemy “Why are you doing this, Villain?”

“Oh well you know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished.” Villain smirked as they made their way down the steps, careful to not slip on the Hero’s own blood. “And besides, wouldn’t want to miss that look on your face for the world..”

“No that’s not..you can’t just do this Villain.”

“Oh?” The Villains eyebrow raised “I cant?”

“You… Please Villain, don’t do this.” The Hero breathed out the words. They’d hardly ever begged for anything in their life. They knew it wouldn’t get them far, especially with the Villain. But..what else could they say?

“Oh! This is my favorite part!” The Villain laughed, clapping their hands together gleefully. “What will you beg me for, Hero? To spare your life? No…you’re much too selfless for that. Perhaps the lives of your team? The lives of the “innocent civilians” you’ve fought so hard to protect?” The Villain was mocking them, that much was clear. Although they couldn’t really tell with the ringing in their ears and their vision starting to fade. What would happen if they just…

“Please Villain, stop this! I’ll…I’ll do anything..Just please, leave them alone..” The Hero trailed off, their knees were now on the ground again, aswell as their hands. They were bracing themself, why was the world spinning so fast?

The Villain clicked their tongue, shaking their head. “Always the Heroics with you, Hero.” The Hero could feel a hand, gently petting their hair. “But, since you’ve asked so nicely..”

The next thing the Hero knew there was a hand under their knees and a hand on their back. They were being hoisted up right into the villains arms.

“It seems that you’re coming with me, dear Hero.”

And that was the last thing Hero knew before everything faded to black.

[frostyclove]

mini essay because i cant find any decent takes on Tai (particularly adult tai) (if you know any tai analyzers please point me in that direction its a drought out here) (spoilers for s3ep4 inc)

okay ignoring everything else for a moment - guys i need us to be really serious about who tai is as a person. she was never going to actually make it in politics. that was never going to happen. half the reason she even stayed in the campaign is because OTHER TAI KEPT HER IN. she was going to quit multiple times. the chaos with the blackmailing/and everything else keeps her FAR too busy to DO HER JOB, the job that required pretty much daily overtime for no pay. she wasnt gonna pull that off. nobody was ever going to be able to do that. welcome to her personality. she bites off more than she can chew, sometimes literally.

on the simone of it all. tai is basically manic right now. whatever she has going on with other tai isnt a direct parallel to any disorders, but theres a lack of give a fucks that is very similar to mania (speaking from experience). add that lack of give a fucks to the fact that van is dying and they might be able to kill some ppl and save her.... yeah tai has completely forgotten about simone. say what you will, but thats a choice. an intentional one, about her character. its not oversight or a plot hole. its intentional. shes being horrible. welcome to taissa. i love her dearly. but she is quite fucked up.

and with all of this we dont even know if its our tai anyways. by the time theyre in new york its 100% other tai (im so sorry guys but i do think the date was other tai). we have seen time and time again elaborate schemes are other tai's expertise. and, interestingly enough, if you wanted tai to be a state senator that bad, we would be losing actual tai forever to other tai. but sure, its the writers being lazy with her character.

again, there is nuance on the poc of it all and how shes the only black adult and all of that and how it relates to simone and sammy - but unfortunately its also just tai. shes kinda forgotten about them. and it does say horrible things about her. thats our lovely mess of tai.

look i love tai. shes in my top 5. shes a fucking mess. my love for her is why i dislike shauna so much. even with an other she still has limits, shauna doesnt. but saying that, tai is going to be making some VERY bad choices soon. and people already dont seem to know how to read her at all. so im just throwing this in to hopefully get the ball rolling or help me find the tai thinkers. because it seems people forget shes a character outside of her ships.

but if the shauna defenders are gonna go that hard for shauna im going to gently ask, can we borrow some of you for tai defense ? because i think she's gonna need it when they (very likely lets be real) have her be either the one that killed lottie or the one that burnt down the cabin or the one that killed simone or all of the above. people arent normal about her when they have her as a nice character.

(edit ; also ; simone quite literally told tai to basically never see her again. just, please remember that part and stop being so upset with taissa about her not going to find her and stuff like shes really been backed into a corner here)

[angel-of-the-moons]

Hi, this is my first ever request, so please forgive me if I sound all over the place.

I was thinking of going trick-or-treating with Miguel O’Hara and Gabriella as wife-reade. Or the moon boys going trick-or-treating with single mother-reader and Victoria from small surprises. Either one would be great, and thank you if you consider my request 🙏🏼

I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING I MIGHT SPLIT THIS UP INTO TWO PARTS BECAUSE MY GOD I MISSED VICTORIA BUT I ALSO MISS MIGUEL

Trick r Treat

Moon Boys (Marc, Steven, Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: The candy ain't the only thing you gotta worry about rotting your teeth with this!

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

"I just don't get why she'd wanna be him." Marc seethed.

You cant help but chuckle, watching as Victoria skipped up to the first house she saw, after bravely declaring she was big enough to go and ask for candy by herself.

Her Halloween costume consisted of a painstakingly-detailed outfit that looked like Layla's Avatar outfit, complete with a gold cape in place of her wings. And, on her head... was a paper-mache bird skull, an uncanny resemblance to Khonshu.

Steven (even though he had some snarky comments about her choice in costume), had helped her craft it by looking at detailed patterns of raven skulls. Jake helped with the costume, stitching each little symbol and piece of fabric into probably the most detailed costume that any child her age ever could have.

"Hey, hey..." You giggled. "She's not just him... shes a weird... Khonshu-Layla hybrid thing."

His nose scrunched in the cutest way, "That is so much worse."

Marc was wearing his Moon Knight suit, sans the mask. As much as Khonshu bristled at him using it for such paltry purposes, his gruf demeanor changed when you pointed out that if, on the off chance, that something bad happens, at least Marc would be prepared and protected. He seemed to quiet down, after that.

But you knew he didn't leave you unsupervised. Every now and then, you'd spare a glance up and spot his lumbering form, hunched over the edge of a rooftop, watching over Victoria.

You don't know why he got so attached to Victoria, or why he revealed his hidden softness only to her; but you were grateful that so many eyes were on your precious baby girl.

You sighed, digging the heel of your palm into your lower back.

Marc looked at you, frowning, "Baby, you okay?"

You smiled at him, tired but still happy. Your own costume consisted of green tights, and an orange shirt. The pattern of a happy jack-o-lantern stretched taut over your rounded belly. It was difficult to find a costume that suited you, given how far you were into on your third trimester you were; and it was a little saddening that you couldn't match with Victoria or Marc.

So... You were a round little pumpkin!

"Yeah, just a certain little someone is tapdancing on my kidney."

"Shoes are comfy?" Marc asked, smiling sweetly as he rubbed one of his hands over your tummy.

"Yeah. I'm fine, Marc. I swear, you worry more than Steven." You grinned playfully.

Marc snorted, but didn't object, continuing to rub your belly. "Hey, I'm just worried about my ladies."

"Pfsh! You and Jake! You seriously think this one is a girl, too?" You laughed, shaking your head.

"Hey! We can hope! We kinda like the idea of an other little you running around!" Marc replied, kissing your cheek.

"You just wanna be a girl-dad."

"Heyyy... Nothing wrong with that." He replied, his thick eyebrows waggling, his salt-and-pepper beard quirking upwards around his lips.

Victoria cut your conversation short as she came bounding back up to yeah, paying no mind to the children her bird mask terrified as it bobbed with her peppy footsteps.

"Mommy!" She giggled, wrapping her arms around your legs, rubbing her face on your round belly, greeting her unborn sibling.

"Heya, munchkin!" You chuckled, patting her mask affectionately. "Get a nice haul?"

"Yeah!" She nods her head, handing her bag to Marc for him to inspect her goodies. When he looked in, his eyebrow raised and he whistled, "Whew! She's got two full-size bars in here."

You rocked your head back, "Wow. That is a nice haul. Let's go to another house, huh, baby?"

Victoria giggled, walking between you and Marc, swinging your arms with her hands interlocked with hers.

"Yeah! Let's go!"

House after house, you and Marc let Victoria be a "big girl" and walk up to front doors and people toting candy buckets by herself, staying a reasonable distance as you both watched her with protective eyes.

However... there was a house that was... shall we say, intense with their decorations. A seemingly headless man sat in the rocking chair, candy bucket in his lap; looped recordings of a woman scream played as fog rolled across the yard from a cheap machine.

Robotic spiders and critters moved along the walls with their janky joints, projections of ghosts fluttering across the surface of the house.

Victoria didn't seem to be keen on walking up to that one. Not alone.

One hand held the beak of her mask while the other gripped Marc's hand nice and tight, hiding behind one of his legs.

"Want me to go ahead?" Marc asked her gently, kneeling down next to her. He bumped his shoulder against her, smiling sweetly, "I can scout it out for you. Make sure no bad monsters will getcha. Sound good?"

Victoria mumbled, her feet fidgeting as she eyed the house. Her entire posture was unsure; frightened, even.

"Yeah." She finally peeped.

Marc smiled up at you before sauntering up the footpath. And as he neared, it was obvious the headless "mannequin" was a man in a rigged costume--likely waiting to jump out at the first kid to come grabbing for a piece of candy.

The bucket was cheap plastic, painted to look both rusted and bloody with a sticky note that read: "Two per person! :)"

"Hey, buddy," Marc leaned in and rested his hand on the padded "shoulder". "My little girl is gonna walk up here and get some candy. You will not, under any circumstances, jump out at her and scare her, or make her cry. Or I will put my fist through your teeth. Get it?"

"...Got it." A shaky voice replied, earning a pat from Marc.

"Good."

Marc turned around and grinned, giving a thumbs-up to assure Victoria the "headless man" wasn't a threat.

As he walked back to stand next to you, he laced his fingers with yours.

You couldn't help but sigh as Victoria, now fearless, braved the path up to get her loot.

"You threatened that poor guy, didn't you?"

"Hey, I don't like it when she's scared. And if that guy made her cry, you can't say you wouldn't hit him." He said, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss his knuckles, the rough hair of his beard lightly scratching your skin.

You sigh, "If I wasn't currently sporting a bowling ball for a belly, I'd put my foot up his ass."

You grinned and looked at him, tipping your chin to a nearby building. "And besides... you know the old man would make his life hell if he made her so much as sniffle."

He had to admit, as much as it pained him to do so, that you were right.

He'd hate to be that guy if he had scared your precious girl...

If he thought horror movie critters were scary... He wasn't prepared for a pissed-off, protective god.

You chuckled, extended your hand to envelop Victoria's as she came happily skipping back to you. "Come on... let's go."

Yeah, it wasn't a "normal" Halloween... But it was the first one Marc ever really participated in, let alone enjoyed. And with his baby on the way?

He, Steven and Jake were on cloud nine.

A happy family just enjoying some old-fashioned trick-or-treating.