#plus he’s gotta act like hot shit right

[xbomboi]

i know there’s a case to be made for daring suffering some character flanderization in his later appearances, but i like to think the break up with lizzie was just THAT bad.

[2-dsimp]

if it’s no trouble could we get another part to DILF/ nanny reader? Maybe like a willing reader? Bc I know of a hot dad wanted to date me who am I to say no? Lol great work!!!!

Cw: fem reader! jealousy, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Quio and Miki butting heads, the plot thickens

Synopsis no.2: 【featuring you being caught in the middle between your coworker and employer literally and figuratively. Miki obviously hates your employer and makes it well known meanwhile Quio does the same vice versa. The Dilf tried his best to put his and Peina’s plan of seducing you into action. But he’s constantly getting interrupted. And He’s honestly so close to snapping at this point.】

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“I wish you’d stop by here more often after all you’re already part of the family."

The Dilf sighs melodramatically, electing a small giggle from your lips. Seeing how he acted so distraught due to your absence. While he led you and your coworker to the living room, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh that’s kind of you to say Mr. Evinis but I can’t possibly impose on you guys. Plus I’ve still gotta work my boring office job”

You replied with a mirthful tone at his sweet comment truly feeling as if you’ve made a second home within your employers household. You’ve already grown accustomed to his friendly work staff and of course his darling daughter who was l always clinging onto you like a baby kitten. And the fact that her father was so chivalrous and kind didn’t help your own little crush from forming on the single dad.

“Oh perish the thought sugarling~ we’re lucky enough to even be blessed by your radiant grace. In this boring household.”

Quio reassures with a charming smile, as he makes sure to fluff up some fancy decor pillows for his lovely lady. After placing the plush pillows down where you’d sit, He then put a hand on your shoulder giving a comforting squeeze.

“In fact me and the little squirt have always gotten excited at seeing you pull up and we’d be more than happy to keep you hostage here if possible”

The Dilf admits in a cheesy manner, which made you feel at ease. From how sweet his insistence at you dropping by often to hang out was. Being none the wiser to how he was being 100% serious. About the part where him and his daughter briefly molled over the idea of keeping their lovely nanny hostage at their mansion. Since they honestly couldn’t get enough of how addicting your sunshine liken presence.

Lit up every dark lonesome corner of the estate and they’d be damned if they every let you get a chance to escape from their sights. brandishes a pearly grin at the thought of being able to cater personally to his future missus.

“Also if your boring office job is what’s holding you back from spending quality time with us then I can think of a couple solutions to—“

“Um, let me stop you right there man. Whatever you’re pitching would be nice and all but I need my work wife.”

Once again you missed the small micro transgression within the Dilf’s facial features as his eye twitched at the irksome interruption done by that worthless dickbag.

“Aha work wife? With someone like you? I see you’re the type to joke around huh?”

He replied in an tone of condescension giving Miki a mean spirited smile. And an idle glance over full of scorn at the self assured confidence in this boy, who was proclaiming that his darling was his work wife.

“Well I am quite the jokester—wait what the hell do you mean by someone like me??”

You nearly busted out laughing at how Miki got a miffed expression on his face from the subtle dig done by the famous actor. You didn’t necessarily claim to be Miki’s work wife as nice as his company was. He was an utter shitty coworker to have when you’re trying to get shit done. Whenever you two were paired it’d be him cracking jokes while you were working like an effective machine.

“Well If anything they’re my work wife, no my wife, since yknow she’s looking after my kid like the little darling angel she is”

Quio nearly purred with a sharp edge to his voice as he blatantly rubbed it in Miki’s face the sheer difference. Between the two of them and how he was ultimately more important in your standings.

“Anit that right sweetness?”

The single dad hummed with a sickening sweet expression that resembled a hopeful doe eyed buck. His shouldering eyes never failed to make your heart do kick flips from how they always seemed to focus on purely you. Almost as if you were his world, his missing half. You got extremely flustered that you could barely even respond to his words. Until Miki let out a sneer and fixed his apparent love rival a shrewd scowl.

“Oh please as if! She’s your Nanny, not your substitute wife. Plus I already called dibs on her first, my guy.”

The sight of that damned flea mansplaining on the couch with the slinging over his arm right behind your head. Made Quio imagine ripping that same offending arm from our his socket and bitch slapping him with it.

“Dibs? Are you insinuating that she’s an object to be possessed by the likes of a peasant like you?”

He taunts snarkily, dropping his nice guy facade as makes his way to sit right in between you and Miki. Squeezing his bulky frame in the middle of the couch he gracefully crosses his legs as he swats off the offending arm behind your head and replaces it with his own.

“Tch! Now you know that’s not what I meant. It’s always you actors spinning fabricated lies. And the fuck did you just—“

“Miki don’t you think that it’s time for you to go soon? You’re gonna be late for work”

You interjected seeing how things were getting out of hand between the two offending men. Quio merely gave a smug smile as he saw Miki begrudgingly get up with an scowl on his face. You were right he had to go soon since he couldn’t be late for his promotion into higher management. He didn’t tell you that yet because he wanted to surprise you on the day you both worked the same shift.

“Ah fuck your right, thanks for the reminder what would I do without my precious work wife?”

Miki emphasized loudly, Shooting a glare towards the A-listed actor as he then gave you an abrupt hug goodbye whilst still glowering at the Dilf. The two seemed to be exchanging a clash of mixed silent threats behind your back.

Quio “gently” nudged Miki away from his darling with a hard shove with the pointy tip of his shoe upon his midriff. Making your coworker stumble back with a sharp exhaled grunt escaping his lips. Good, he hoped that fucker gets sore down there. The single dad was always about getting his get back by being petty whenever someone blatantly tried to piss him off.

“Alright that’s enough Casanova wouldn’t wanna keep your bosses waiting yeah?”

The Dilf chirped in a sweet noncommittal manner as he briefly pulled you into a side hug. As if to cleanse you from the poor touch Miki had given you. Miki had to bite back his tongue since he really couldn’t afford to waste time with the man’s shenanigans. And rolled his eyes he could only afford to shoot you a word of warning with concern shining in his eyes before he made his way outside of the million dollar manor.

“Be careful… You know how actors are, always so full of shit. Call me when you’re done I’ll come to pick you up okay?”

“Yeah yeah, don’t let the door hit cha on ya on the way out Miki”

Quio sassed as he couldn’t wait to have that cocky fucker out of sight and out of mind. There were so many times where the actor came close to acting out. One of his many aspiring roles which consisted of him being a deranged serial killer. It would’ve gave him peace of mind to choke out that lanky shithead and watch the life leave his eyes.

But he had better things to do at the moment rather than drone in about how he’d murder Miki in cold blood. Like wooing you over for instance which was unfortunately put on pause due to a pest intent on getting in the way between you and him. So he feels a sense of relief wash over him as Miki leaves, knowing that he can finally have you all to himself.

“It seems like you two get along well enough already”

You caught the Dilf off guard with your off handed comment as he gave you a raised brow and an apprehensive smile. He shook his head slightly and gave a dark chuckle at how naive you were to perceive their little spat to be that of a friendly origin. When they clearly wanted to go at each others necks.

“It would seem so… But hey I was wondering if you’d be interested in—“

His phone decided to go off in the most headache inducing way. He could hear the annoying ringtone which indicated that his manager was calling and he bit back a snarl from being interrupted once again. Collecting himself he excused himself from the couch not being fore taking your hand in his and giving it a small chaste kiss as he gave you an apologetic gaze.

“Sorry about this sugarling I’ve gotta take this call I’ll be right back”

With his servants taking leave at his behest today was the day he planned on tying the metaphorical knot with the cute Nanny that stole both his and his little girl’s heart. So his manager had better got a pretty damn good reason for bugging him on his day of vacation leave. Or else they’ll get added to the hitlist alongside that damned coworker of yours.

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I’m thinking of making this into a mini series, let me know if I should continue!o(≧v≦)o

[ponyosmom35]

friendly debates

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series chapter 9!

summary: debating with Soap at the dinner table makes even Ghost laugh.

warnings: none, super fluffy

Liability masterlist:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

“Dogs are superior by a longshot. They have more personality when it comes to their breed, and not every dog is the same. Some are really friendly and kind, and others will maul you to death. Cats are just... Cats” Soap explains, watching her eyes widen in response to him. The pair had been arguing about this for ten minutes when Gaz had mentioned his partner wanting to get a pet. Which he now regretted bringing up. 

“are you shitting me Johnny? what are you even saying! all dogs are the exact same, they love you, they follow you around, they need you. Cats each have distinct personalities, never met two similar in my life!”

“That's where you're wrong. Dogs all have different personalities Cats are the exact same. They all act like little shits, they look at you, meow, and then claw up your stuff and destroy it. Plus, dogs aren't dicks like cats are.”

“All of the dogs I had growing up were the same, they're lovable don't get me wrong! But they chose their person and they love them, you don't have to work for it. With a cat you've got to earn their respect and their love, it's something you have to work for, meaning its more worthwhile to own a cat” she defends

“They make you earn their trust and affection because they are the true assholes. Dogs are way better than cats”

Kyle makes eye contact with Price and Ghost as they enter the room, he runs over and grabs them “you guys gotta hear this” 

“sometimes they are assholes, I'll admit it. But that's personality baby! I swear one day I'm gonna have like five cats” she says, trying to keep her cool as Price and Ghost sit down next to them. She glances at Ghost sitting across from her and qucikly looks back to Johnny.

“I hate cats. I swear if you get a cat I'm gonna go apeshit on you”

“are you asking me to chose between you and the cats?”

“Yes, that's exactly what I'm asking”

“cats every time” she answers without hesitation, causing the table to erupt in laughter. All but one, smiling at her antics. 

“Damn. You're brutal” Kyle comments 

“don't fuck with me about cats suds! I warned you when you brought it up” She says pointing at Soap. Price laughs at her choice of nickname. 

“I'm telling ya, some of these cats are just the absolute bane of my existence. Especially when you have your hands full and they jump up on top of you and just dig their claws into you. It's torture”

“I'm sorry is the sergeant mactavish really comparing a cat to literal torture?” She asks as she giggles “you’re admtting that you’re afraid of little kitty cats? All you’ve done is give me ideas” 

“You wouldn't dare..., no. Anything but those cats, I beg of you”

“too late you've already gone too far” she shrugs 

“Noooooooooo! Have mercy, you devil!”

“funny” she responds, picking up a strand of her ginger hair. The men around her laugh loudly.

“Okay enough about cats, how about this, is soup cereal?” Gaz asks egging them on.

“Soup? I think it's more like a savory form of cereal” Soap nods, answering simply. 

“what the fuck did you just say? are you insane?” she asks

“It's literally a bowl, of liquid, and you eat it. That's just savory cereal”

“Johnny I am seriously questioning your sanity right now” she says seriously 

“You're questioning my sanity for calling soup a savory cereal? It is literally savory cereal.”

“okay repeat yourself one more time”

“Soup. Is. Savory. Cereal.” he says, earning a laugh from Ghost himself. 

“you're psychotic! soup is hot, cereal isn't”

“Soup can be hot, but it doesn't have to be. Do you think cold soup doesn't exist?”

“name literally one” she demands 

“Cold tomato soup.”

“Johnny tomato soup isn't cold” Price interjects “I've drank cold canned tomato soup” Soap shrugs 

“Thats disgusting” she cringes 

“Soup is savory cereal, LT what do you say? Back me up on this” Soap says wrapping an arm around Ghost’s shoulder. 

“You out of your right fuckin mind if you think soup is cereal” Ghost states causing the entire table to erupt in laughter. She smiles to herself as Soap continues to defend himself, clearly seeing out numebred he was. She makes eye contact with Ghost once again, accidently as their legs brush against eachtoher. She utters an apology and holds her hands to her cheeks, resting on them as she attmpets to hide her blushing face. 

Simon sits back with his arms crossed as he pretends to listen to the ridiclous claims the sergeant was making. He couldn’t help but look at her, he watched as she argued so passioantly about the simple topics. She was funny, a side he hadn’t seen from her before. She was charming, and sarcastic and quick witted. He’d always wondered why his teammates seemed to love her so much, now he understood the appeal. She was interesting, and she could hold her own. Still feeling bad about his behavior last week, he decides that he would apoligize. She didn’t deserve it.

chapter 10:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734021889324974080/ghost-to-the-rescue?source=share

[graneymar]

HII can you do a jealous neymar? Thank you!

#9. NEYMAR: JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

SUMMARY: Neymar is getting jealous because one of his friends seems to like you a little too much

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

"Oh God, that guy, Gabriel Medina, he’s literally so hot! Have you already met him?", Nessa, my best friend, asked and held up her phone, a picture of Gabriel on her screen. "Yeah, last time we were in Brasil I've met him a few times. He's really nice", I told her as I prepared Neymars favorite salad for him. He would be home from training soon. "I am having the biggest crush on him, literally. Next time you're going to Brasil and get to meet him you gotta take me with you", she insisted, "Why have you never talked about him before? I usually know when you're hanging out with Neys friends." The moment she finished her sentence, my phone lit up. An instagram notification. Speak of the devil and he appears. Gabriel replied to my insta story.

"The weather in Paris looks shit, you better move your ass to São Paulo soon 😏 jk. Tell me when you're here again tho!"

I never really knew how to react to Gabriel acting this way. Was he actually flirting or just trying to be nice and funny? I knew most of Neymars friends and none of them acted like this, at least not around me. I glanced up at Nessa and handed her my phone, "That’s why I prefer not to talk about him - at all." Nessas mouth fell open as she read the message. "Y/N, he obviously laid his eyes on you! Does Ney know about it?" I shook my head from left to right quickly. We were together for nine months now, but I still didn't feel good about talking negatively about one of his closest friends. Plus, Gabriel meant a lot to him, I didn't want to be the reason their friendship would come to an end. "Neymar doesn’t know anything about it and I don't want him to know, at least not yet", I answered her question and heard something drop onto the ground. I slightly turned my head to find Neymar standing in the door frame, his training bag on the floor next to him. His eyes said more than a thousand words. He must’ve heard us. "Hi babe, how was training?", I rapidly put on a fake smile to hide my shock. No reaction from his side. "Uhm, I made you your favorite salad! Are you hungry?" He watched me for a few seconds, my nervousness rising, before he finally spoke up. "I don’t know about what? What is it that you don’t want me to know?" I gulped, my heartbeat skipped a beat. Nessas eyes kept on wandering between us until she decided to get up from her seat. "I'll just leave you two alone", she shyly said, "Have a nice day!" And with that, the front door was closed behind her. Neymar still stood in the door frame, his eyes literally looking right through me, the silence in the room was unbearable. "Are you going to tell me what you’ve been talking about now or do I have to find out another way?", he said, his voice calm yet mad. I bit the side of my cheek, not sure what I was supposed to do. I unlocked my phone and went on instagram in order to show him mine and Gabriels chat, but I got cut off in the middle of doing so. "Seriously? You're going on fucking instagram now?", Neymar raised his angry voice. My body twitched at his tone. I put my phone onto the kitchen counter and pushed it to Neymar, Gabriels message already visible. I followed his eyes reading every word, but I wasn’t able to read his facial expression. He then took my phone and scrolled through the chat, reading about how Gabriel called me beautiful, saying I should come back to São Paulo, sending me songs and a lot of - mostly shirtless - photos of himself. "Block him", he suddenly said. I looked at him in disbelief. "Ney, he’s one of your best friends. Don’t you think it’ll be awkward when I see him again after I blocked him?" He handed me back my phone and looked me straight in the eyes. "Who says you’ll see him again? I won’t let that bastard get near you." I shook my head from left to right, "Don't talk about him like that, he’s still one of the closest people to you."

"You really think I'll act like everything is alright after this son of a bitch tried to get to my woman? He better pray to God I won't see him next time I'm in Brasil. He really thinks he can pull whoever he wants with his sparkly eyes, adorable smile and bodybuilder body. Always acting like Mister Charming and being oh so funny. You can try to pull whoever you want, but not my girl." I tried to hold it back, but couldn’t stop myself from quietly giggling. He looked at me all confused. "What’s so funny?"

"Is someone getting jealous?", I playfully raised my brows at him. "Me? Jealous? Of who?", he replied, trying to deny what was obvious. "I quote: his sparkly eyes, adorable smile, bodybuilder body." Neymar shrugged. "So what? I'm still better. He doesn’t even come close to me." His lips were pouted and his eyes wandered to the ground as he was speaking. "Aw babe", I started, positioning myself right in front of him and wrapping my hands around his neck, "You are the most attractive, truly the most handsome man I've met in my whole life. No one makes me laugh like you do. You make me the happiest and I couldn't imagine a better boyfriend than you." I smiled and kissed his lips gently. His facial expression softened as he placed his hands onto my waist. "Just block him, ok?"

"Your wish is my command", I nodded before pecking his lips once more.

[ppeonppeonhan]

2023 BL Breakout Actors

I really hope to see more of these actors next year.

Louis Chiang | Kiseki: Dear to Me

He played a tiny lovesick tyrant who pined for his childhood bff and fellow gang member. I could've watched an entire drama just about him and his journey from impulsive orphan thug to feisty romantic. He was simply electric.

Suggested Role: There's a sports trend in BL right now, and he's so good at the physicality of acting that I'd love to see him play a competitive professional tennis player who's conflicted when he's forced to partner with his nemesis.

Lim Ji Sub | The Eighth Sense

He had to play such a heavy character -- a college student and surfer suffering from depression and survivor's guilt -- and his heartbreaking performance made you want to reach through the screen and give him a hug.

Suggested Role: South Korea does slice of life SO well that I'd really love to see him switch it up and pine for someone in a quasi comedic role. He could play a young real estate agent who starts to fall for one of his picky clients, and they learn together that the perfect home is one you make and not one you find.

Film Thanapat Kawila | Laws of Attraction

I honestly did not enjoy this drama, but I did enjoy his performance. He is so captivating as Charn -- this scenery-chewing, maniacal, traumatized, good-boy-turned-bad lawyer -- that his romantic love interest could not manage to keep up.

Suggested Role: I dunno. I feel like I'd happily watch him play this role again, and take down another corrupt politician.

An Jeong Gyun | Love Class 2

It's so easy to get lost in an anthology when there's three couples and when you're not traditionally attractive, but his character stole the whole damn series. He was so bold and upfront about his emotions in a mature and refreshing way that it made you ignore the beige flags of playful manipulation that comes with courtship, and root for him to win his crush's heart.

Suggested Role: He's actually older (30), and I appreciate that South Korea is exploring more love stories between older men as Thailand conquers the under 25 demo. So for him, I'd say a divorced storyline. Maybe explore the story of how two ex-husbands rebuild their lives apart and rediscover their friendship while they fall for other people.

"Silvy" Pavida | The Warp Effect

Speaking of bloated casts, this series had like a million people in it playing characters of a variety of genders and sexualities, because it was intended to be -- in part -- a modern sex guide that pushed against traditional constructs. But in the midst of all that was a brief performance by Silvy, who was only tasked with playing an aspiring "plus size" actress, but managed to leave a lasting impression, making you want more.

Suggested Role: She's a singer and she's half-Italian. There's gotta be something we can do with that. Maybe the story of a shy singer, who is often hired to record tracks for rising tone-deaf artists, and is encouraged by one to make her debut as her opening act and help her write a romantic duet in Italian for her international audience.

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Now...most of us agree that Step by Step was...not great. But it did have a lot of Thai actors that I hope to see again soon -- in an entirely different storyline far away from whatever the hell that was.

"Saint" Paramee Matthanadul | Step by Step

Was his character a whiny little shit? Yes. Is he so gorgeous you almost forgot how hot his big brother was? Also, yes. The fandom was pissed his romantic subplot did not get a resolution, because there was so much he could've done with this character if given the opportunity.

Suggested Role: I think he has baby girl potential, so I really want to see him either play a spoiled mafia kid who falls for his mentor OR a rich kid pretending to be a working class waiter at the restaurant he owns, marinated in gay panic every time the head chef scolds him.

Zorzo Nathanan Akkharakitwattanakul | Step by Step

I have yet to watch a proper GL series, but if she was starring in it, I'd clear my TV schedule. There's something so femme fatale about her and her features. She had no business stealing scenes from the nearly full cast of dudes, but she did. Every time.

Suggested Role: I really want to see her in a mystery produced by whoever is doing The Sign right now. Maybe she could play an undercover cop trying to solve a missing person's case in a small town, and her love interest is married to her prime suspect.

"Ben" Bunyapol Likhitamnuayporn | Step by Step

Last, but not least, is the adorable Ben. Who, in spite of wasting our time with the most anticlimactic drama ending, played a character that was an inspiration to every office employee who has been dying to tell their ungrateful and abusive boss to step back and let a bitch cook. He played him with such naiveté and earnestness that it made you want more for his character than a lustful boss who struggled not to abuse his power.

Suggested Role: It's so easy for him to get sucked into passive roles opposite the zaddys of BL, so I'd like to see how he fairs against an equal. Maybe another workplace ensemble comedy where he plays a reporter posing as an intern at a new social media company run by an unhinged mogul spreading fake news, and falls for another intern who helps him take the company down.

[muns0nslov3r]

i fucking hate you

eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings ; hate sex, rough sex, deep throating, oral ( male reciving), eddie gets hella jealous, degrading, reader likes to mess with eddie, public sex, slapping/spanking, hair pulling.

you dont know why you hated eddie so much, he just made your blood boil, everything he did. just pissed you off, you dont even know why you were at his stupid gig. wait you do, just for your stupid friend. you stood there talking to steve as you saw eddie staring.

you smirked, touching steves arm smiling batting your long eyelashes at him. steve used to be a huge sucker for you, you let his hands go were ever on your body. as he would grab at your waist “you look so pretty” steve whispered in your ear making you blush. 

eddie watched the whole thing. even something that made his blood boil hot. your hands were all over steves body.

after the show you were sitting on steves lap playing with his hair as he left little kisses along your neck. you jumped at the feeling of eddie tap on your shoulder “excuse me” you giggle to steve as he nods.

eddie brought you outside and you could tell he was pissed off. “whats wrong eds hm?” you teased as he stared at you. “your a fucking bitch.” eddie slammed his lips against your hard. 

you gasped and kissed him back. the kiss was normal until it got more aggressive, lips attacking eachother. acting like legit animals.

his hands went down to your hips holding them tight as your lips attacked eddies. your panties getting ruined by your wetness. eddies hand sneaked down to your clothed cunt rubbing softly making you moan in the kiss. 

eddies pants started to get tight his boner popping out of his pants. he pushed you down on your knees. your poor knees getting scrapped and hurt but you didnt care.

you watched as he pulled off his belt and his pants plus boxers down. his cock was perfect. thick, veiny, cut, the tip was red. it looked so pretty. eddie made you open your mouth shoving his cock down your throat in one swift move.

making you gag around his cock coughing. “ god come on, use your mouth right” he gripped your hair forcing his cock back into your mouth “you know what nevermind ill do it” he groaned holding the sides of your face thrusting his hips fast.

using your throat as his thrusts were fast and hard. struggling not to gag, as tears filled your eyes. ruining your makeup.

he pulled his cock out of your throat as you gasped for air breathing heavily. he smirked lifting you up. ripping you leggings off your panties showing a wet spot. 

you held onto the wall as you could feel yourself get wetter (if thats even possible) eddie ripped off your panties making you whimper. his cock tip sliding between your folds. getting it slick as he pushed his cock inside you going at a brutal fast pace.

your g-spot kept getting bumped by eddies cock. making you moan out feeling eddies hand grip your hair pulling your head back. “come on princess, kiss me like you kissed king steve” he smirked. 

you whimpered struggling to keep your eyes open as you kissed him. needy and rough. you clenched around eddies cock hard as you moaned into his mouth.

he slapped your face roughly making you yelp out in pain. his brutal pace hurt but felt so good, his cock stretched you out so much. 

you felt the coil in your tummy build up as you clenched around eddies cock more. “fuck im close! can i cum please?!” you moaned “you can- fuck- you can cum princess” he groaned spanking your ass hard making you cry out.

you came with a cry of his name gushing around eddies cock as his brutal thrusts didnt stop, you whimpered as his thrusts were getting sloppy “ shit- gotta show steve who you belong to” he groaned stilling inside you as his seed spilled inside you painting your gummy walls. 

you held onto eddie as he pulled out. cum spilling out of you as eddies fingers fucked the cum inside you “ gotta keep it in there princess” he smirked kissing you deeply. 

you and eddie went back to his van as you drove to his. his cum spilling out of you onto his seats.

[gallawitchxx]

caught in the act by gallawitch | rated: M | 2K

Mickey's had a shitty day. The cure? A beer at home with his husband and their teenage kid. But he never expected that his daughter would have a house guest...

a sweet anon popped into my inbox asking "if [i] could write something about if maybe mick and ian had a daughter and one day they left her home alone and came back to her fooling around on the couch with a boy? or a girl." why they think i'm the person to write galladads, i'll never know... but i tried anon! i really tried! especially because my sweet precious goblin king nosho's (@creepkinginc) birthday prompts were: fluff with slice of life. SO. here are some fluffy dads! i love you nosho! i love you anon! xx

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It's been a fucking shitty day.

Mickey throws open the front door with all of the force he can muster, ignoring the flare of pain in his bad shoulder. Stupid thing’s been acting up again since the weather’s turned cold. 

The metal of the doorknob cracks against the plaster of the wall in their entryway, and Ian winces. “Mick—“

“Not now, Ian,” Mickey barks. 

[ read the rest below the cut or here on ao3]

What he wants to say is, Fuck off, Gallagher, but they’ve spent over two decades together, and can at least be on a first name basis. Plus, he’s been trying to work on his reactions to things. Be less hot-headed and more thoughtful, or whatever the fuck. But he’s almost at the end of his rope, his fuse already lit and rapidly burning down thanks to a frustrating combination of idiot clients and useless new hires. 

It’s days like today that have him wondering why exactly he thought he wanted to run a business. Be somebody’s boss. Be responsible for keeping the lights on and the customers happy. Even though he's been doing this for years, he can't help but think that it was a lot easier when he was running drugs and whores.

Louder, though, and he's become accustomed to the quiet.

He needs a fucking beer. 

Two maybe, he thinks as he toes off his boots. Shoves them in his designated cubby in the hall closet like the little domestic bitch he is. Even steps out of the way so that Ian can come up beside him and drop his own shoes off. 

Mickey’s not mad at him. No reason to be, they don't even work together anymore. Haven't in years. But Ian'd offered to pick him up after his shift at the new hospital downtown, and he'd stepped right into the crosshairs of an already terrible mood. Mickey just needs a minute to unwind.

Before either of them can say anything further, a slight whimper, of all things, wafts towards them.

Mickey cranes his neck to see further into the house, his rage quickly finding a new target. He feels Ian’s chest close to his back, and lifts a finger to his lips.

Other sounds follow—a hitched breath, the shifting of bodies against the soft, leather of their new couch (a splurge purchase made when all kids and dogs had been sufficiently trained up and housebroken), a small, wet pop that makes Mickey's spine curl.

He catches Ian’s curious stare, their shoulders raising as they make their way to the living room. It all feels familiar, yet odd. Been a while since either of them had their shackles up. The Southside even feels somewhat safe these days, thanks to a new generation of kids and a bunch of gentrifying motherfuckers. 

So it comes as a surprise to see someone strange in their house, making slick noises on their furniture, sticking their tongue down their daughter’s—

“Oh, hell no! You gotta be shitting me!” Mickey yells, Ian right at his heels.

The kid leaps to his feet, his shoulder-length hair as disheveled as his button-down; his eyes and his boner bulging in tandem. He looks to Mickey, horror-stricken, then glances at Ian before looking down towards the girl on the couch: sixteen-year-old Josephine Gallagher-Milkovich, bright red hair sprawled out beneath her wide, green eyes.

“Hey Dad…” she says, shrugging just slightly.

Mickey’s blood boils. “Hey Dad?! Jo, what the fuck?”

She scrambles to sit up, grabbing the blanket at the end of the couch to cover herself, despite being fully clothed. 

Thank Christ.

“I think you should probably leave,” Ian chimes in, pulling Mickey’s attention back to the kid wilting silently to his left. “Door’s just that way.”

“That’s a good fucking idea,” Mickey yells. He takes a step forward and crosses his arms, settling into a wide stance. “Better yet, let’s make sure I never see you again. Got it, Pimple Puss?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” the kid mumbles, shoving on his shoes at lightening speed. He stands, looking at them both. “Uh, Sirs.”

“Yeah, yeah, get the fuck outta here!” Mickey reiterates as the kid runs past him. Mickey swings back around towards his daughter, who has dared to stand up while his back was turned. “Not so fast! You better stay right where you are.”

She freezes, her eyes wandering to Ian. The door slams shut behind them, and he jumps a bit. Shrugs. Shakes off her stare. He wants to be the one to come through for her, soften the blow of what’s about to happen, but he can’t. His hands are tied. Instead, he reaches for Mickey’s wrist, turning him slightly. 

Warm green eyes catch his ice-cold stare.

“Mickey, think about this,” he whispers. His gaze is sweet, and he rubs a little circle with his thumb across Mickey’s pulse-point. It’s soothing, and it brings Mickey back into his body for a moment. Back to the present. Back from another day, in another house, when it was them getting caught. 

Fuck, he hadn’t visited that memory in a while. Didn’t even realize he’d slipped there now until Ian’s breath ghosted his temple, his words evoking yet another day with the same captor. The gun in his hand that time. His eyes wild. Mick, pause.

Mickey sniffs. Gives Ian a curt nod, sucking his lip between his teeth, and preparing to face his dumbass daughter again. “Give us a minute?”

Ian squeezes his wrist, “Course.”

Jo opens her mouth in protest, but closes it again off of Ian’s look. She’s sure he’ll have his own shit to say about the state she’s been discovered in—the rules, and the trust that she knows she’s broken—but that’s sure to be a calmer conversation. Less at stake, and everybody knows it.

“Gonna order us a pizza, I’m starving,” Ian calls behind him as he leaves his two most cherished people to hash it out.

It’s instantly uncomfortable. 

Jo picks at the skin on her lip, her ticks always more Mickey than Ian. Nurture kicking nature’s ass. But Mickey’s never been able to hold steady around a Gallagher pout, so when he finally exhales and meets her eyes, he knows he’s full of nothing but hot air.

"I ain't mad," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger–a move that absolutely doesn't say everything's cool.

"You're not?" Jo asks, her eyebrows crinkling.

He drops his hands and takes in her expression, now dancing between terrified and confused. Shakes his head and says, ”Course not. I was banging your pops all over this neighborhood way younger than you are now.”

"Ugh, Dad.”

Mickey chuckles, briefly lost again in different, more pleasant memories; of stock rooms and refrigerators. ”Got caught a lot, too.”

Jo’s shocked. ”You did?”

“‘Course we did. We were dumb fucking kids! Got caught by his pervert boss, by fucking Frank... Another time, too…” He shifts his weight, and thumbs at his nose. “Let's just say that if you're gonna follow in our footsteps and fuck around in the open, you're goddamn lucky that it's us walking in that door.”

Jo nods. She doesn’t know the ins and outs of her fathers’s lives before her. Neither of them have spilled all of their secrets, and some things might never be relayed. But she knows enough to know it was way different from how she's grown up, and she knows that she can always ask. They’ll be honest with her. They’ve made a point to share what’s important, and tell it to her straight. 

She’s a good kid. 

They raised her up pretty damn well, despite all of the fear, and the doubts.

Mickey clicks his teeth, making his way to sit beside her on the couch."A guy though? Really? I mean, I get it.” He pops her one on the shoulder, playfully. “But I was always kinda hoping you'd be smarter than me.”

Jo goes beet red, her arms folding cross her chest. "Uh, yeah, about that..." She takes a deep breath and says, “I’m… queer. I think. I like, uh, both. All? People. I like people.”

“Oh,” Mickey says, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.

“Yeah."

“Cool."

She squints at him. “Cool?”

"Never really liked anyone 'sides that alien-lookin' motherfucker listening in from the kitchen" – there's a rustling from the room in question as Ian backs away from the doorway – "But yeah, that's cool. Thanks for telling me.”

She nods. "Thanks for listening.”

"Look, I may not be the easiest to talk to or the most in touch with my feelings or whatever, but I'm always gonna listen." He puts a tattooed hand on her knee. "I love you, kid.”

"I love you too, Dad.”

He pulls her in, tight to his chest. Her hands ball into little fists against his back as she wraps around him, and he remembers those same fists grabbing tight to his pointer finger the day she came home from the hospital.

A new surge of possessiveness swoops through him. 

"You being safe?”

“Dad…”

He can hear the eye roll, so he pulls back, taking her by the shoulders trying to catch it in action. Knows she’s embarrassed, but he ain’t done yet. Even as a dad, he can be a little shit. 

"I can tell ya about condoms and lube, though that might not be such a thing for you? I don't know fuck all about a woman's body. Already seen way more than I ever wanted to… And it seems like you're past whatever I woulda told you before…"

She shudders at the outpouring of information, but she’s intrigued. "What would you have told me before?”

He settles back on the couch, spreading his legs just slightly, a mischievous smirk on his face. 

"Aight, I got yer cheap birth control right here. Only costs a penny. You put the penny on the inside of your knee—doesn’t matter which—and then you hold it in place with the other knee.”

He demonstrates, closing his knees together and holding it tight, his hands now raised high in the air.

Jo groans, “Oh my god.” 

Ian plops down on the couch next to Mickey, tired of being relegated to the kitchen. ”You’re a dumbass.”

"'Ey, I think it's a great option,” Mickey balks. “Affordable, ya know?”

"You heard?” Jo asks Ian, her cheeks pinking up.

"I heard,” he confirms, his arm stretching past Mickey to tenderly touch her cheek. “We love you.”

“Love you too,” she says. “And I'm being safe… Haven't really done much yet.”

"Take your time,” Ian says simply. “There’s no rush.”

“He’s right,” Mickey adds, “especially because you’ll be grounded for the next month.”

“A month?! For kissing? That’s not fair!” Jo complains.

“Tough.”

“But you said it yourself I’m not doing anything you two weren’t doing!”

“Fine, two weeks,” Ian says, earning him a “yes!” from Jo, and a scowl from his husband.

“Did you even order dinner in there or were you just listening in the whole time?"

Ian flushes. Grumbles something as he pulls out his phone.

“Fucking figures,” Mickey says. Turns back to Jo. “And we’re your parents, kid. Thing’s ain’t always going to be fair. So, fine, two weeks because your old man’s a pushover, but I better not catch you hooking up on my couch again, capisce?”

“Capisce,” she smiles.

Young, bare knuckles bump against older, inked ones.

“Now, I’ve had a crap day. Make yourself useful and get me a beer, would you?”

[rei-does-stuff]

Don’t be a coward.

France x America

This gives me an excuse to put my fic abt them here!

Context My France and America aren’t related like most other peoples hcs bc I’m an annoying contrarian

And I find the will they won’t they dynamic, friendly flirting between them a way funner dynamic, they aren’t together but they’re definitely at least a little into each other even if they won’t act on it

UK hates it bc hes hopelessly in love with france even tho she DOES NOT like him in the slightest like at all, like 0% like he is NEVER GONNA WIN HER EVER

Okay? Okay time for the bad fanfic now <3

—

Already the UK found this party atmosphere stifling, being a literal demon from hell usually had its perks but being the only who couldn’t get drunk wasn’t one of them. And god he wished he could drink away the sight before him.

“Oh Amé! You look ridiculous! Do you even know how to wear a tux properly? I swear the only thing you even know how to wear are those ugly sunglasses!” France teased.

“Ugly? Oh now you’re just insulting my poor heart! It’s very fragile, you know?” America said, feigning offense.

“Oh I bet, is that why you can’t even button your shirt properly?” France said as she went close to fix America’s clothes herself.

“Well if you have so many opinions maybe you should just dress me yourself?” America told her with a wink.

“Maybe I should, you’d look a lot better.”

“Oh so I already do look good?”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself, god knows your ego is big enough.” France laughed as she handed America a pocket mirror. “There we go, you look a million times better!”

“Well look at that! I guess ya have some talent!” America said as he looked at himself with France’s mirror.

“Don’t push your luck with me.”

“Oo scary! You could kill me that with that stare!” America teased.

“I hope I can, wipe that smug smile off your face for once!”

“Can’t help it with that priceless reaction of yours Frenchy! Why don’t I get you another glass of wine as a thank you gift? Hm?”

“Oh now you’re just trying to bribe me!” France scoffed.

“I didn’t hear a no!”

“Oh shut up! Hurry up, I don’t like waiting you know? Better make it two, as an apology for having to deal with you.”

“You got it baby!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Can’t hear you, getting your wine!” America called out as he goes off to get France her wine. UK could have sworn he saw her smile a little.

As America went over to the bar he could see the UK glaring at him. “Woah, what’s with the scary look old man?” He asked.

“You did that on purpose didn’t you?”

“Did what?”

“Dress all ridiculous! You were trying to get her attention, that’s cheap even for you!” The UK said bitterly.

“Uh? Duh? It worked didn’t it? You sound angry man!” America almost immediately realized what was going on though. Surprising, for him. “Ohh right, you’re like really into France aren’t you? Oh you must’ve been pretty pissed huh? Ha! Oh man, I was wondering why you were creep-watching us you weirdo!” He laughed.

“You’re not funny.”

“She doesn’t think so! Oh don’t look at me like that, I’m not gonna do anything like THAT. I ain’t into French girls.” America said nonchalantly.

“So what’s even the point?”

“Uh? Because I’m a grown ass man who can do whatever the hell he wants. Plus knowing it pisses you makes me wanna do it even more? Maybe I should sleep with her now honestly….Relax! Relax! Stop death glaring at me I’m only kidding!”

“What the hell does she even see in you? You’re a mess!” The UK exclaimed.

“A hot, funny, charming mess! That’s my appeal! Sorry to say but most women aren’t into sad bitter old men dude.” America said.

“I can be charming!”

“Can you though? I mean even Germany can get a date and he’s not even into that crap!” America said, he looked back at France who looked like she was getting impatient. “Ah shit! Gotta run, look man, instead of sitting here brooding and watching us like a weirdo, try to do something! Or I dunno, maybe try getting with someone else cause she is INTO me!” He laughed as he left with the wine.

UK growled seeing them talking, but the twat’s words did kick in, probably wasn’t a good idea to keep staring at him, if he was gonna get France’s attention be was gonna have to try harder…

But for now the sight of them together was making him sick enough to leave, tomorrow though? He’d make sure that American stood no chance against him.

—

Basically UK gets cucked, the fic! Not that great but I haven’t written ch stuff in a bit so shhhhh

[stealthismusic]

How many n***as that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

[Diddy] Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me? Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me? Obviously, we all know, you type of cats Let they man get struck, never strike back Stay in the street, seven days a week Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps Bigger than the king and the pope, sling no dope Call me anything but broke When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke Want a war, you n***as better bring yo' force And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit When I talk about a Benz, let you see the six And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch When Puff talk, you n***as take heed to this

How many n***as that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

[Ma$e] If you down to act, we came to scrap, we beef '89 Still watch your back, a n***a smack me, I'm ma smack 'em back If it lead to the guns, then that be that and lately N***as that snake me, just make me wanna send 'em heat without AC Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really want it? Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it this year Cancun Guess who I'm going wit, my own n***as, see, I pay my own trip Make my own chips, I copped my own six, I knock my own shit Like I'm on my own dick, my day be short, need coke, raid the fort I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court and though n***as Die for, go on the shelf, disrespect and spend like a man Below your belt, me, I always had, so I never go for self Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt, better slow down Tellin' you now, put the dough down, kick your door down Surround the block, where you go now? Fifty shots spit at you And that is not a whole round way I leave the furniture Think it was co-found, here's the low-down, messin' with Mase Gotta go down what more could I say? But hey, guess you n***as know now

How many n***as that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

[Lil' Kim] Motherfuckin' right, I'm ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war This shit here, nothing to fuck with I'm the same bitch All y'all wanna try y'all luck with Lil' Kim spread like syphilis You think I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this Chrome .44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission Like EF Hutton, when I talk, n***as listen So don't y'all be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B To the motherfuckin' EE, copped my CD Now all y'all wanna be me, see me on the TV Beds will dip in 3D, peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out, I gets it on Money keep growin', ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone Like a splinter I enter, so why should I throw my blows in those? Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles My n***a BIG, I'm ma ride for but it ain't too many n***as that I'd die for

How many n***as that'll die for you? How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as that'll die for you? (Why must we kill our own kind?) How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as that'll die for you? (Why must we kill our own kind?) How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you How many n***as that'll die for you? (Why must we kill our own kind?) How many get the quiche, slice the pie wit you? I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you N***as know, infared's on ya head, then they ride with you

[roxenne-the-vixen-archived]

Do The Do List!!

"Wait? A Fuck list?? Uhh

..shit... UHM....awrite well what the hell.

I can make off a few I wouldn't mind fucking. After all s'jus like one of those I would things right?

So it's not like sayin'it means we gotta or nothin' hmm..."

"Hmm...

Well I mean technically I have fucked him -- for work only though-- butvlike, if he was into dames? Angel Dust would would probably talented--

He's good already and we're just acting, I imagine if we was actually into it? "

//That is to say though, like if there are Angel Dust writers who do ship him with women too-- you are free to send him to her, as well, just saying//

"Lessee... I ain't ashamed to say Arackniss-- no pressure or nothin' call it a compliment ~ but I mean...a guy who treats women nice and respectful? Hell yeah. Totally DTF"

"He's charming and treats me nice which is the number one thing I find attractive in a man~"

"...Suppose my boss? Guys an asshole and annoying but like...I dunno he gots his moments sometimes. He can be charming an'funny --how do you think he won me over?-- plus...I mean...eh, cleans up nice in a suit. Jus'sayin.

Met some imp in a bar once. Name was Blitz or somethin'-- he was fun, I'd be down to fuck him.

There been rumors about a hot cowboy imp...I dunno though, I'd have ta meet that guy to scope him out!"

[max--phillips]

Just to be clear I wasn’t coming at u for that, I was baffled by whoever was doubting his ability to play RR lmao no harm no foul !!! I’m with you 100% though that saying that just because he hasn’t played a genius level character like RR somehow means he’ll be bad at it. He’s also not been in a romcom but I don’t see anyone doubting his ability to perform in the uninvited or materialists (or eddington? Is that going to be a romcom or smth else? I don’t remember lmao). Beyond that, like… everyone’s gotta start somewhere, right??

NONETHELESS this is a very interesting discussion and I think it highlights how everyone takes different things away from media, as well as the idea that there is no such thing as “true intelligence”—people are often smart in one area, but not in another, but that doesn’t make them any less intelligent.

Like, for Joel: I admittedly haven’t played the game, so I can’t speak on that, but in the show, I didn’t interpret him as “punch first ask questions later” at all. Yes, he’s a fighter, but you don’t survive that long in that environment and become that successful a smuggler by beating the shit out of all your problems. Yes, he’s reactive, and he’s good in a fight, but we can infer that he’s a decent tactician, certainly street smart, smart enough to track down his brother in the post apocalypse all the way across the US… plus, like, he was a carpenter, and that doesn’t count for nothing.

On Din: absolutely socially awkward and clueless, however: multilingual, great with his hands and technology (broke into a new republic prison ship, kept the razor crest running for years (and tried teaching a toddler electrical engineering in the meantime), navigated the galaxy without an astromech, helped Peli build him a new ship from a pretty bare skeleton, knows his armor electronics well enough to repair it in the field), also a good tactician and strategist.

Tovar walked towards a lit explosive, let the man who was clearly using him to steal black powder get away from him, and then got his ass arrested. No further comment necessary.

Oberyn: while he is absolutely cocky and hot headed, and passionate to a fault, the situation that got him killed was an outlier in my opinion. I don’t know a whole lot about GOT/ASOIAF, but I do know that Oberyn was incredibly talented when it came to creating poisons, he was an excellent fighter, and very well-spoken. He strikes me as a very intelligent person, and in my opinion the way he fights is very much not brutal. I think ruthless would be a better term.

Jack: Skilled yes, but I would push back on the not very bright thing. You have to have some awareness to be conniving and manipulative, and you certainly don’t end up the lead field agent for a group of super spies by being stupid. The movie didn’t do a very good job of exploring his character and made a really shitty choice in making him the “twist” third act villain. I do think, however, we can all agree that no matter what, the real brains of the operation lies in one Ginger Ale.

Max Phillips may be an idiot, but he’s my idiot dammit lmao

Maxwell I think is smarter than people give him credit for. Whiny, sure, but he’s incredibly manipulative and smart enough to know where to go and how to get the thing he wants. He knows how to play the game and play it well. (Until he gets in over his head and panics. Confidence only gets you so far.) Certainly in the comics, he founded the fuckin’ Justice League, and while a much different character than the one we saw in WW1984, this counts for something, y’know?

Frankie I 100% agree on. He has his niche, and he knows how to do it and do it well. He is a little bit more of a realist (or pessimist, depending on how you see it I suppose) than Santiago which I think in that scenario shows he has a better handle on their situation than Santiago does, but idk man everyone in that group lit money on fire for warmth so no one here is beating the idiot allegations

Ezra: a lot of what we know about him is based on speculation and inference. We don’t get much real background in the movie, and I don’t think that Ezra is a particularly reliable narrator, so who knows what actually happened when he got stranded on the green. Here’s what we do know: big vocabulary, well spoken, excellent negotiator, good with his hands when he had both (confident enough in his ability to harvest to go after the queens lair when given the opportunity), knowledgeable about the social situation on the green (what with the sater), and smart enough to keep himself alive on that hell planet by himself for however long it takes for Cee to find him after she bolts. I’d wager he’s also very impulsive and while he’s good at calculating risks, sometimes he just bypasses that because the reward is so appealing to him.

Dieter. He’s an idiot. Good actor apparently. But an idiot.

Javi P is not emotionally intelligent for sure, but it takes a lot of skill in a lot of things to do what he did in that show. I don’t think he’s dumb at all. Impulsive, reckless, and willing to take risks that could (and did, on several occasions) backfire extremely badly? Absolutely. But not dumb.

Javi G I agree with. Good screenwriter, apparently, but very passionate about things that were not the right things to be passionate in his situation lmao I love him tho

Anywho that’s my take on these characters . I am very tired rn so I’m sure there’s a better way to wrap this up but ultimately I think it’s interesting to see that people apparently consider the characters he plays as so much different than the way I interpreted them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I know everyone wants John Krasinski as Reed Richards in Fantastic Four but people haven’t stopped to consider Pedro Pascal and his power as Reed Richards and I think that’s a damn shame.

[cicimunson]

There's 2 Chubbies In This Story and One is Eddie's D-

Summary: Firstly, I couldn’t come up with a good name for this fic. Secondly, as a chubby person, this fic is not intended to offend or upset anyone. I just wanted to write a Eddie Munson x Plus Size Fem! Reader story.

Characters/Pairings: Said above

Warnings: Shameless smut, face-riding, oral sex, round two, reader is insecure about her size. Oh, and drug use, but just weed.

Word Count: 4.1k+

“It’s two in the fucking morning, what the hell do you- oh, it’s you.” Eddie flings open the door to his trailer. “What’s up?”

You breeze past him. “I need to be high, like right now.”

“Shit, okay. Lemme roll us one.” He chuckles. “You came all the way here at two a.m. for a joint?”

“I came all the way here because Jason is an asshole and I need to get high to calm down. I’m out of bud at my place.”

Eddie touches your shoulder. “Hey, what happened?”

You turn to look at him and his eyes widen when he sees your tear-stained face. “Y/N, what did that fucker do? Did he hurt you?”

You sigh. “Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking. I really don’t want to go into details.”

“You better, cause I’m thinking the absolute worst right now. Do I need to kick his ass? Kill him?” He wipes a tear away from your cheek with his thumb.

“Eddie, it’s fine. Let’s smoke, please.”

He doesn’t seem convinced but does as you ask, patting the couch cushion beside him as he sits. He expertly rolls a joint, lights it up and takes a long hit, passing it to you.

“I’ve told you for months that guy is a dick. I’m sorry he upset you.”

You flop down beside him, take a drag, and close your eyes. “I know. I should have listened to you. I never should have gone to his party tonight.”

“Y/N…I know you don’t want to talk about it, but did he, you know, take things too far or something?”

You take another puff and pass the joint back to him. “No, he didn’t. He didn’t touch me. In fact, he did the opposite. He basically declared that I’m untouchable.”

Eddie squints at you. “Huh?”

You laugh bitterly. “He said I’m a sweet girl but I’m not his type. If I lost some weight he would consider dating me, but only if I really committed to dropping some pounds.”

He looks shocked. “Is he a fucking idiot? Your body is banging. I mean, damn, he’s gotta be blind or stupid. You’re smoking hot.”

Your mouth drops open. “What?" 

Did I hear him right or is this some powerful ass weed?

Eddie chuckles at your expression and takes another hit, blowing the smoke in your face.

"I said you’re hot. Don’t act like you don’t know.”

Is he being serious?

“Eddie. Look at me. I’m fat.”

“Fat doesn’t mean ugly, Y/N. I am looking at you. You’ve got gorgeous eyes, sexy lips, great tits. Don’t even get me started on your ass.”

He passes the joint back to you.

“Not to mention, you’re cool as shit. You got good taste in music, you’re funny, you’re smart. Jason is a moron. Or gay. Probably gay.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’m just saying, he’s got something going on if he’s turning you down. He’d be lucky to have you hold his hand, much less anything else. Hit the joint or pass it girl, you’re letting it burn down.”

You glance down. “Shit.“ You take another hit. "You get last.”

“Split it?”

You nod.

He tugs your hand up to his mouth and takes the last draw, then leans forward and blows the smoke into your open mouth. “I didn’t burn your fingers, did I?”

You inhale and blow out. “Nah. You saving the roach?”

“Always.”

You toss it into the ashtray on the coffee table.

I’m probably gonna regret pressing the issue but-

“You really think I’m hot?” You blurt.

He drops his head to the back on the couch and stares at you. “I do.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before?”

He laughs. “Shit girl, I thought you knew. I’m always staring at you, always asking you to come light one up with me. I figured you just weren’t feeling me the same way I’m feeling you.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it. But you’re cute as hell, Ed.”

“You don’t have to lie to me babe, I know I’m not even on your radar. It’s cool. I figured I wasn’t your type when you started talking to Jason.” He shrugs his shoulders. “No big deal.”

“I don’t have a specific type Eddie, and you’re wrong if you think you’re not on my radar. I’m definitely into you.”

“You just said you hadn’t thought about it.”

“Well, now I have.”

“Maybe you’re just high.”

“Maybe I’m just horny.”

I did not just say that out loud.

He looks surprised. “Don’t play with me. I swear I’m going to kiss you if you’re being serious.”

You giggle. “No you’re not, you’re chicken.”

He giggles also, the weed clearly taking effect. “Am not. I’m going to kiss you, as soon as you say yes.”

“Fine, yes. Kiss me.” You roll your eyes.

“I don’t think you really want me to.” He crosses his arms.

“Oh my God Eddie, I’m going home.” You slug his shoulder and rise to your feet, heading for the door. “Thanks for the weed.”

You let out a little yelp when Eddie suddenly snags your arm, jerks you back around, and pins your body between his and the door. The atmosphere shifts from two high friends goofing around to something a bit darker. Erotic, even.

He rolls his hips into you and you feel his erection against your belly.

“Oh shit.” You gasp out loud, your hands landing on his shoulders.

“Oh shit is right. I want you. No more games.”

“I thought…I thought you were just trying to make me feel better.”

“I do wanna make you feel better.” His hands cup your face. “Cause you make me feel fucking amazing.”

He closes the distance between the two of you and presses a soft kiss to your lips. One peck, then two, then a slow, sweet, continuous kiss that leaves you breathless.

When he pulls away you smile at him, reaching up to play with his hair. “That was nice, Munson. You’re a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Care to find out?”

Oh, absolutely.

You gently tug his hair to pull his face down to yours. When you trace his bottom lip with your tongue, he shivers and opens his mouth. The kiss starts off sweet and slow like before, but after a few minutes pass, your tongues are tangled together and you’re tugging at each other’s clothes, moving down the hall to his room.

When Eddie breaks the kiss and pulls your shirt over your head your first instinct is to cover your stomach. He slaps your hands away before unfastening your bra and planting a sloppy kiss in the middle of your chest. The only light in the room is coming from the hall where Eddie didn’t close the door, but you still flinch at the thought of him seeing your stretch marks.

“God, these tits. I’ve dreamed of these fucking tits.”

“Eddie…”

He drops to his knees and unbuttons your jeans, kissing your belly. You let him slide them down and he buries his face into your panties, his tongue flicking out.

“I just know you’re gonna taste amazing.”

You grip his shoulders as he licks you through the fabric.

God, that feels amazing.

His eyes meet yours and you watch as he slips your panties off your hips and down to your feet. He slides a single finger down your slit, easing it inside you.

“Oh shit.”

His mouth returns to your pussy, licking broad stripes. You let your head fall back as you let out a low moan. Eddie grabs your left leg and loops it over his shoulder. You brace against the wall and lace your fingers through his hair.

“Eddie, fuck, Eddie…”

He mumbles something against your clit.

“What did…what did you say?” You pant.

He pulls back and stands up. “Not good enough. Come here.”

He takes your hand and lays back on the bed. “Straddle my face.”

Oh God he’s got to be kidding.

“Um, that’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?” He props himself up on his elbows to look at you. “I thought you liked what I was doing. You certainly moaned my name enough.”

“I-fuck, yes, I liked it, but Eddie, come on. There is no way I’m straddling your face. I’ll suffocate you.”

He frowns. “I’m a grown ass man, Y/N. I’ll find a way to breathe. Now, come here.” He holds out a hand to you.

“I don’t think I can do it. I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

He shakes his head. “You won’t. But I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” He tries and fails to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

Fuck. I guess I’m doing this.

“If you need to stop-”

His eyes light up. “I’ll let you know.” He looks almost gleeful.

You place a knee by the side of his head and swing yourself over him. As soon as you have your balance, Eddie dives back in with gusto. He finds your clit and sucks it, then licks down to your center, shoving his tongue into your hole.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You try to stay perfectly still but you can’t stop your hips from moving back and forth. Eddie grabs your waist and rocks you against his mouth, lapping greedily. You lean back slightly and he takes your hands, guiding them to his knees so that you can hold yourself up.

His hand finds your clit and rubs circles while he fucks you with his tongue. Your body starts to clench and he puts his other hand on your lower belly, pressing down. “Eddie.” You whimper, your hips snapping faster and faster.

Your head falls back and you close your eyes as your muscles tighten and the tension builds and builds, until it comes unraveled and you come harder than you ever have before. You cry out, almost screaming, losing your balance and slumping backwards. You manage to roll off Eddie and he chuckles, ducking his head to avoid being kicked by your feet.

You gasp for breath and try to calm your pounding heart. Eddie is still laughing to himself, moving to kiss your ankle, slowly working up the inside of your thigh. He sucks a spot a few inches above your knee and continues traveling upward. When his mouth nudges your clit again, you whimper and push his head away.

“It’s so sensitive.” You mumble.

He sits up and takes your hands, pulling you into a sitting position. “You good, girl?”

“I’m fantastic. I didn’t, um, that is…you’re good too, right?”

“Y/N, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way you move your hips, fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.” He hesitates. “I mean, if you want to keep going.”

You nod. “If you do.”

He grins. “Hell yeah, I do.”

You giggle as he pushes you back onto the bed and stands up, shimmying out of his pants so fast he almost falls over. He stretches out on top of you and you yank his shirt over his head before kissing him once more.

“I cannot believe we could have been doing this for months. Why didn’t I just grow some balls and jump your bones?” He massages one of your tits. “You know, I meant what I said earlier. I had a wet dream that you let me jerk off on your chest.”

“Oh my God, Ed.” You cover your blushing face with your hands.

“Maybe you’ll let my dreams come true tonight, hmm?”

He takes a nipple between his teeth. His other hand is slowly sliding down your stomach, back between your legs.

“Eddie-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Tell me if I need to stop.” He mumbles.

You wince when the pad of his thumb runs across your overly sensitive clit. He lifts his head to kiss your neck, slowly easing his middle finger inside you. “You good, babe?”

He pumps his finger in and out of you, his tongue on your neck mimicking the movement as he flicks and licks back to your tit, nipping your skin before biting down.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m good. I am so fucking good right now.” You close your eyes.

He slides a second finger in as his lips drift across to your other nipple. “Still okay?”

“Mmhmm. I’m great.”

You pull his face up to yours and kiss him, then let your lips wander down to his shoulder.

“You can mark me too, if you want. I like it.” He murmurs huskily.

You suck a hickey into the little divot  by his collarbone. His fingers are pumping faster in you now, and he curls them upward, hitting that little spot inside you that makes everything go blurry.

“Eddie, I can’t concentrate on giving you hickeys when you do that.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “So give them to me afterwards. I’m fucking aching, Y/N. I need to fuck you.”

Yes, please.

You push his hand away and take his cock, pumping it a few times. He groans and rolls his hips. “I don’t wanna fuck your hand, Y/N, I wanna be inside you.”

You guide him to your entrance and he pushes inside, taking care not to fill or stretch you too quickly. “Ed!” You cry out as he slides all the way in. “Fuck!”

“I know, I know.” He strains to hold back from just ramming into you. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

You clench around him and he lets out a strangled moan. “I’m trying not to hurt you, but you do that again and my composure might slip.”

You flex your muscles again and he groans loudly, pulling out halfway, willing himself to start at a slow pace.

“Eddie, faster. Please.”

“Fuck.” He snaps his hips against yours and lifts your leg to wrap around his waist. “You feel so good, Y/N. So fucking good.”

“So do you.” You mumble, running your nails down his back.

“I knew. I knew fucking you was going to be…Jesus…gonna be incredible.”

You listen to his breathy sighs and soft moans as he fucks you. Your hips lift to match each stroke he makes, your hands sliding down to his ass to pull him closer, to make him go deeper.

His thrusts start to get sloppy and he babbles about how close he is and how tight you are while he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Y/N, fuck, I can’t last. I’m gonna-”

He pulls out and you sit up, wrapping your hand around his cock. He practically whimpers as he comes, shooting his load on your chest. He drops down on the bed beside you.

“Jesus H. Christ, you are amazing.” He drops a noisy kiss to your forehead. “Fuck, I cannot wait to do that again.”

“Um, maybe we should clean up the mess from the first time before we plan round two.”

He glances down at your chest. “Damn, I don’t usually blow like that. Let me get a towel or something.”

He hops off the bed and you hear water running in the bathroom. He comes back and you run the towel between your legs, then wipe down your tits and hand it back to him. He tosses it on the floor and crawls back beside you, tossing a thin blanket over your bodies.

“I’m exhausted.” He tugs you to his chest and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Me, too. Let me catch my breath and I’ll get out of here.”

“Um, why would you do that?” He frowns.

How do I even begin to explain?

“I don’t have anything to sleep in.”

“So sleep naked. I do.”

“Eddie…”

“If you’re worried about my uncle seeing you, he’s working a double at the plant. He won’t be home for hours, and he rarely comes into my room.”

“Yeah, it’s not him seeing me I’m worried about.”

He turns his head to look down at you. “What are you talking about?”

He’s really going to make me say it, isn’t he?

“Eddie, it’s like three a.m. We’re high and it’s pretty dark in here. In the morning we’ll be sober, and sunlight will be streaming through those windows.”

“I’m still confused.”

“Eddie.” You slap a hand on his chest.

“I’m serious, Y/N, what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that in the morning you might…you might regret this. You might not like what you see when you wake up.”

He stills.

“So, I’m just thinking it’s better if I go ahead and go. I had a really good time, though.”

He slips out of the bed and crosses the room, flicking the light switch. When he turns back to you, his face is red and he looks angry.

“Eddie-”

“Get up.” He pulls the blanket off you. “Get up, Y/N.”

Oh shit, he’s pissed.

You want to protest but the look on his face tells you it wouldn’t do any good. You scramble to your feet and he grabs your arm, pulling you in front of his dresser.

“Look in the mirror.”

Oh Jesus.

“Eddie.”

“Looking in the fucking mirror, babe.” He points.

You meet his eyes in the glass. The top of his dresser has a large mirror attached to it. He’s got photos of his friends and band art tucked into the sides. “Not at the pictures. Look at yourself.”

You blush but do as he says. He moves behind you and slides his hands around to cup your tits.

“Lights are on, Y/N, and I promise you, it takes a lot more than four puffs from a joint to get me high.” He tugs on your nipples. “I still fucking want you.”

“Eddie-”

He pushes on your back, and you bend forward, your elbows landing on the top of the dresser.

“Fuck, look at you. So goddamn hot, bent over for me.” He slides two fingers inside you.

“Oh my god, Ed.” You groan. “What are you doing?”

“You clearly don’t grasp what happened earlier. I said you’re hot. I said I want to fuck you. I said I don’t give two fucks about your weight. So now…” He removes his fingers and runs his dick down your slit, hardening almost instantly. “Now, you’re going to watch me fuck you. You’re gonna watch how crazy you make me.” He pushes inside you.

“Eddie!” You lean up and grip the sides of the dresser. “Please. Please.”

“I’m going to kill anyone that’s ever made you feel bad because of your looks. You are, fuck Y/N,” he pauses, tightening his grip on your waist when you start thrusting back against him.  “You’re fucking perfect.”

“So are you.” You gasp.

He wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you upward. “Look at you. Look at those amazing titties bouncing. Look at you taking my dick so well. You’re gorgeous.”

His hands graze over your stretch marks. “Everything about you is fucking gorgeous.”

He reaches down and rubs your clit. “You know when you’re the absolute hottest, though? When you’re cumming for me.”

Your whole body is on fire. Your muscles contract and tighten, almost forcing you on your tiptoes.

“Let me see it, baby. Let me see you come.”

Your head falls back on his shoulder and he nips your neck. “No ma'am. Eyes on the mirror. Watch yourself.”

You snap your eyes open and look straight ahead into the glass. Your gaze wanders up to Eddie. His face is flushed and sweat is dripping from the ends of his hair. He’s watching your body move with his, his eyes moving up and down from between your thighs to your tits to your face.

“Fuck, Eddie, I-”

“Come on baby. Let me see how pretty you are when you’re yelling my name.”

You’re wound like a coil and it gets tighter and tighter until it snaps. You cry out and start to fall forward towards the dresser, but Eddie pulls you back to him. You moan and thrash against him, your orgasm leaving you spent and exhausted.

“I’m close, Y/N. So fucking close.” He pounds into you, not bothering to hold back like he did before. “Y/N.” His hips stutter.

You push at his waist and he pulls out of you. You turn, drop to your knees, and take his cock in your mouth.

“Oh fuck. Oh Jesus. Y/N. Y/N.” He groans and fists your hair. You bob your head up and down, taking as much of him down your throat as possible. “Goddamn. I’m gonna-”

It’s his turn to cry out as he comes. He yells something garbled that you can’t make out and shoots his load into your mouth. You swallow quickly. Eddie’s hand bangs the top of the dresser, struggling to hold him up.

“You’re staying the night. You’re staying every fucking night.”

You stand up and he kisses you, locking his arms around your waist.

“Let me catch my breath and I’ll start the shower for us. We’re soaked in sweat.”

“Okay.”

He holds you against him for another minute or two, both of your breathing becoming slower and steady. You realize that every muscle in your body is aching and you’re absolutely exhausted.

“I don’t know if I can hold myself up for a shower.” You mumble as he leads you into the bathroom. He puts down the toilet lid and motions for you to sit down while he starts the water.

“Lukewarm okay? I don’t think I can handle it being hot right now.” Eddie asks and you nod. He helps you into the tub and steps in behind you.

“I don’t have anything girly, but there’s shampoo and conditioner. And you can use my body wash.” He dumps some on a washcloth. “Turn and I’ll do your back.”

You do as he says and he starts rubbing soapy circles on your skin. You moan and stretch your spine. Eddie moves further down and soaps your ass, then your legs. You hold on to his shoulders as he washes your feet. “Let me get the front.”

You notice his voice has dropped and his tone is low and husky. “Oh no, I’ll wash my front, thank you.” You take the rag from him.

He chuckles and pulls you to him. “Something wrong?”

“How do you have so much stamina? I physically cannot go another round. You’re trying to kill me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He pecks your lips and slides a hand between your legs.

“Eddie, no. No way. I will collapse in this tub and you will have to explain to the police how you literally fucked me to death.”

He bursts out laughing, his chest rumbling against yours. “Fine, but in the morning I’m waking you up by eating you out.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you giggle.

You both finish showering. Eddie wraps a fluffy towel around you and you motion for him to bend down so you can dry his hair. He wraps another around his waist and takes your hand, leading you back to his room.

“Eddie?” A voice calls from the other end of the hall.

You shriek and jump behind him. “Shit, who is that?”

“Uncle Wayne? I thought you had a double tonight.” Eddie blocks you from view and pushes you toward his room.

This is not happening.

“I got off early. Looks like you did, too.”

“Oh God.” You groan.

“Uncle Wayne, Jesus.” Eddie winces. You hurry into his room, leaving them to talk in the hall.

“Who’s your girlfriend, Ed?”

Girlfriend?!

“Um, Y/N. Her name is Y/N.”

“Well, you two keep it down, hmm? I’m beat.”

“We will. Good night.”

Eddie re-enters the room, shutting the door behind him. “Sorry about that. He was supposed to be gone until noon.”

“You didn’t correct him when he called me your girlfriend.”

“Huh? Oh, guess I didn’t think about it.”

“Don’t you think you should tell him we’re just friends?”

“You sleep with all of your friends?” He teases.

“Well, no, but.-”

“Then you’re my girlfriend. Let’s get some sleep.”

Before you can respond he’s tugged the towels from both your bodies, cut off the light, and nudged you into the bed. He tosses the blanket over the two of you like before and pulls you back onto his chest, running a hand up and down your back. You snuggle into him and he kisses your forehead. “Good night, babe.”

“Night, Ed.”

You’re almost asleep when he lets out a loud sigh.

“You know, this really puts a damper on the whole waking-you-up-with-my-face-in-your-pussy plan.”

[antiwhores]

Bakugou’s game.

Angst with no comfort so if you a pussy leave on god. Tw: no spell check, cheating and shit. Well kinda, unintention cheating? Intentional but not intentional- DAMN JUST READ THE STORY.

Summary: Bakugou plays with your feelings in an attempt to make you get jealous but he goes to far and shit.

Part two!

All night all you’ve seen is just Katsuki being flirting with her. A new girl, Kaminari had brought her as a plus one. Apparently she was a family friend. They weren’t dating, she just begged to go so he said yes. She was a fan of a lot of the people attending.

No one noticed except you. Another plus of having a secret relationship. He always does this when he’s feeling petty. You both had a fight before about something insignificant. You called him stupid during the argument. In your defense, the whole thing was stupid. He was stupid, you were stupid, etc.

You watched as he completely ignored you the entire night. He would barely glance at you. Only giving his attention to the girl.

He was playing a game, a game you hated. A game you couldn’t win at. He’d done this before to get a rise out of you. When you’d get jealous enough and confront him he’d get hard and start to fuck the security into you.

It worked at first, but theres only a couple times you could play this game with him before the insecurity wasn’t temporarily.

Suddenly the dress you wore looked ugly. Your makeup wasn’t as good as hers. Your hair wasnt what he liked. Your body wasnt as fit as hers. Everything was wrong.

You poured yourself another glass of alcohol to numb your senses as everyone chatted at the table you occupied. The glass blocked the sight of her hands wrapped around his bicept. Unfortunately, it couldn’t block hearing either.

“Oh my god, I would do anything to wake up to you. Im so jealous of whoever got the privilege!” She whined, lip pouted. You had learned her name was Essy, you didn’t want to trouble yourself with memorizing it but you couldn’t help yourself. You imagined him moaning her name instead of hers. It hurt. You downed more alcohol.

“I could make that happen,” He smirked at her brightened up face. “Only if you show me how you foreign girls sleep.”

That was the last straw. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

You calmly stood up, “Excuse me you guys, I gotta go take care of something.” “Are you sure y/n?” Kaminari questioned. “I still haven’t taught you my sick dance moves!” You faked a laugh, “Next time!”

Everyone waved you off as you headed towards one of the vacant rooms. This place was a mix of a hotel and club. It was opened late nights only and gave people a place to stay and party to prevent driving home drunk.

As soon as the door closed you let out a shaky breath. You climbed over to the bed to start your thinking. You had little time before Bakugou would come in the same room, expecting some jealous fucking. You couldn’t do it anymore. You hated feeling so replacable.

You sucked up the tears that begged to fall as the door opened. Just as you had thought, Bakugou came waltzing in with a smirk on his face. He was midway of unbuttoning his shirt. You felt angry how easily he thought it was to get you to just submit to his body even after he’d done horrible shit.

He threw your bag onto the bed, “You forgot this, its like you wanted me to come in with you.” You clicked your tounge, “No, its just cause I was too distracted by your new girl fondling you.” He unbuckles his belt, smirking at your comment. “Hmm, well shes still waiting for me out there so you better stop being bratty.

Your face felt hot with anger, He cant take a fucking hint? You shot up to walk away. You didn’t want to freak out on him right now. You felt way too exhausted to not act rash. But he grabbed your neck and pulled you into a heated kiss. “Mmm, bet that slut doesn’t walk away mid moment.”

Although it was meant to be some sick joke you couldn’t stop yourself. Your hand had crossed his face, making a loud sound, before you could even process what you were doing. “I can’t fucking believe you.” You sobbed. He stopped his advances, “What the fuck?! Why’d you slap me?” Heavy tears started to fall down your face as he grabbed his face. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Your knees buckled into the wall, “I cant.” He stared in shock at you for a couple of moments before speaking again. “Why the hell are you crying?! You know I don’t actually want her!” “Except I dont!” You yelled, “You haven’t looked at me all night, not even a glance. You’ve given her all your attention. You went out of you way to make my night horrible. She’s been all over you! You’ve been all over her. You threatened go sleep with her for Christ sake!”

He pulled your arm away from your face, “That was all an act to make you jealous dumbass! I only wanted you this whole time.” You pulled your hand away from his. “An act, huh? I never liked this act. It makes me insecure, you make me insecure. And you think you can just pull your dick out and I’ll be okay?!”

He was frozen, you thought about how he definitely wasn’t expecting this. He probably thought he would get his dick wet and all will be swell. Stupid. He followed you as you went to grab your purse and car keys. “I only want you! I did that to get you!” You headed for the door, “Well, you cant go get to her, as you said like a minute ago. Shes waiting for you, isnt she? Cause I’m not playing this game anymore. Im done Katsuki.”

You reached for the doorknob to leave but he pushed you up against the door. “What the fuck? What do you mean?” He looked panic, good. “I mean, we’re done.” His face paled at your comment. His whole body tensed and his eyes widened. “You’re…. You’re breaking up with me?” He possessively grabbed your waist to wrap his hands around. You arched away, “Get off me.” “Im sorry, I won’t do it again. Just stop. Stay.” “Get off me.” He started to tear up with his teeth clenched. “Please y/n! Ill do anything. Ill buy you anything. I’ll do everything you say. Ill even go out there and fucking destroy that bitch myself! Just please-“

You pushed him away with all your might. It wouldn’t have worked if he wasnt so suprised you would try so hard to get away from him in the first place. “Dont ever talk to me again Bakugou. Enjoy the single life.”

You were glad that he was too shocked to go after you.

[cat3ch1sm]

This is my first request but could you do the wammy boys reaction to the reader giving them a spa day? (Like with skin care masks, hair masks, nail painting, the whole 9-yards :33)

🐢| order up! enjoy<33 this will be a mix of headcanons plus scenarios!!

mello

❀ spa day? what's that? this man hasn't taken a deep breath since 1876

❀ mello is usually fine with the absurd things you suggest to do when you're bored- but what? having someone personally pamper him? someone actually showing him that they care about him and his wellbeing? the fuck?

he's just really confused as to why you want to give him a spa day

he's gonna act all tough and defensive when you suggest it as if he's too hardcore for a spa day, but really, he's kinda into the idea

"Please, Mello? Just this once." "Fine- if you insist."

hair masks

"What is this shit even supposed to be?" Mello glanced from the open container of moisturizer to you, his expression disdainful as he peered into the jar.

You smiled cheerfully, paying no mind to Mello's attitude- after all, he'd agreed to this in the first place. "It's a hair mask! It really helps with dry or damaged hair, and I know you really haven't taken care of your hair like you should be..."

Mello scoffed, but didn't deny this. "I don't have time."

"Okay, Mello," you chuckled, slightly exasperated as you moved towards him. "Here, I'll help you put yours in."

face masks

"And now my hair feels disgusting. Happy?"

"As a matter of fact, I am," you replied brightly before clapping your hands together. "Next, we're gonna do face masks!"

Mello automatically recoiled, his face repulsed. "Huh? We have to put this stuff on our faces?"

"What- no, of course not. Face masks are different from hair masks," you explained, tearing open two thin bags each containing a sage green face mask. To show Mello, you took one out and held it in front of your face, making sure your features aligned with the holes in the mask. "See?"

"That looks terrifying as hell."

You couldn't help but laugh as you set the mask back down on the bag. "Think so? Wait till we get to put cucumbers over our eyes."

"Wait- the fuck?"

nail painting- manicure+pedicure

"You're really pushing your luck here, Y/N."

"Hey- you agreed to this! You gotta go the whole way now."

Mello let out a melodramatic groan, but you could tell he wasn't really annoyed. "Black. I'm getting black."

"Mello. You wear the same chipped polish every day. It's time for an upgrade, dude." You stepped aside from the table behind you to display the numerous bottles of nail polish you'd laid out. "Choose whatever colors you want- one for fingernails and one for toenails. And you can't choose black."

"We're doing both?"

"Pick two colors!"

"What- fine."

massage

"Are you trying to make this weird?"

Undeterred, you shot a wide smile Mello's way, and slightly flustered, he dropped his sullen gaze to the ground. "Not at all. I'm only doing this because you haven't relaxed since the day you were born, so..."

Mello, whom you had forced into a chair, looked up abruptly, no doubt preparing to protest- but realizing you were probably right, he folded his arms across his chest. "Whatever. Do what you want."

"Thank you." You leaned over to kiss him quickly on the nose, to which he turned his eyes to the sky, avoiding your gaze.

༊* he ends up enjoying the massage way more than he expected himself to, although he absolutely won't admit it. well, you can tell anyway.

steamy shower

"You haven't said anything snarky yet," you informed Mello, a brow raised. "Have I broken you already?"

You had already started a hot shower, waiting for it to steam up a little more before it was ready.

"Don't be dumb. I'm wondering if this will be the only thing I can actually get into in this so-called 'spa day.'"

"Hm? What makes this less miserable?" you queried curiously.

"I get to see you naked."

"Oh- Jesus." Now it was your turn to stare at the ground, face hot as you began heading to the shower, Mello beside you.

matt

༊* matt is totally down. tbh go mf crazy

hair masks

"So how do you put this stuff on?" Matt asked, popping the container open and sticking a finger into the moisturizer. "You just drench your hair in this stuff?"

"Well, there's a specific way you have to apply it so you get full coverage," you explained. "Here, let me- Matt?"

You hadn't even begun your explanation before Matt had already turned the whole thing over on his head, tapping the bottom of the container to get all of the product out. Unfazed by the stuff dripping from his hair and sliding down his cheeks, he promptly looked back at you expectantly. "What's next?"

face masks

Finally, you'd managed to clean most of the hair mask from Matt's face- although there was still glossy residue on his clothes, and his hair was full of product. With an exasperated shake of your head, you set down the damp rag you'd been using and picked up a face mask.

"That looks a little freaky," Matt remarked, an eyebrow raised at the mask you held over your face.

"Clear skin doesn't," you replied nonchalantly, placing it on your skin and moving to get Matt's face mask. Matt, in the meantime, peered into the bowl of dewy cucumbers with an odd look. "What are these for? Do we eat them?"

You spun around instantly. "Matt, no-"

Too late- your boyfriend had already decided to munch on the green vegetable slices, popping at least three into his mouth and frowning slightly. "These taste weird as hell."

"I- good grief, Matt, you weren't supposed to eat them!"

"Really? Wow." Matt sent you an innocently bright smile, cucumbers sitting in front of his teeth. "My bad."

Regardless of Matt's antics, you couldn't help but smile.

nails- manicure+pedicure

"I can totally do my own nails, you know."

"Yeah, well, after that hair mask stunt, I don't trust you around this stuff," you retorted, setting down the barrage of nail polish bottles you had. "Choose two colors- one for your fingers and one for your feet."

"Why don't I just get a different color for every nail?" Matt asked flippantly, bent over to observe the nail colors you'd laid out.

"Because you have too many digits for that. Now choose or I'm choosing for you," you answered, giving Matt a pointed look.

Now Matt grinned in amusement. "Ha! There are easily thirty different colors here. You just don't have the patience." Casually, he danced over to the still present bowl of cucumbers and popped one into his mouth.

You shrugged before laughing out loud. "You aren't wrong."

massage

"Why do I need a massage?"

"Because you hang around Mello twenty-seven hours a day."

Matt gave you an amused look. "What does my hanging out with Mello have to do with me needing a massage? And also, there aren't that many hours in a day. Just saying."

"I know that, genius. What I mean is, Mello is the most uptight person I know, and I'm sure it's not doing you any favors. Now sit on the chair." You indicated a wooden chair in the center of the room.

Matt raised a brow at it skeptically before glancing back at you oddly. "This is supposed to be a massage chair?"

"Well, I really can't go out and buy a big fancy recliner when we're in hiding because the goddamn police are looking for you," you replied with a dramatic eye roll.

"You know, I figured I wouldn't be able to relax with a massage from you anyway, but you're really making it worse."

"I'm still better than Mello."

"Are you?"

shower

"So now you're saying I stink?"

"Matt!"

"Kidding. Come on, let's get in."

"So you're automatically assuming we're showering together?"

"You don't have a choice, babe."

near

༊* he's wondering why you came up with the idea, but after some convincing, he agrees to it if it will please you. but be aware that this man has no idea what self-care is😭😭 the almighty near has no damn clue how to brush his hair properly

hair masks

"Uh- I'm not sure I know what exactly a hair mask is," Near informed you, eyeing the jars of scented hair product somewhat cautiously. "Will it have any detrimental effects on my hair after I use it that I need to know about?"

"Uh-" Quickly, you snatched up one of the jars and skimmed over the words on the label before putting it down and smiling brightly. "Nope! All good. Also, I had to buy a million of these because your hair is insane and I really doubt you take care of it like you should. You're welcome."

"Thanks?" Near picked up a strand of white hair and twirled it in between his fingertips before glancing up to watch you open one jar. "Do you just... put it in your hair?"

"Pretty much."

Near paused and stared at the jars for a second before looking back up at you expectantly. Feeling his eyes on you, you looked back up at him questioningly.

"Do... you need me to show you?"

"That would be nice."

face masks

"Huh- my hair feels... moist."

You had to fight the urge to laugh at how clueless your boyfriend was when it came to these matters. "That's what's supposed to happen- see? No side effects."

"Alright. What will we do now?"

"Face masks!" you announced excitedly, laying out the supplies. Near glanced down at them with a furrowed brow.

"I believe I've seen these before... I may know how to apply one if I can remember correctly." Tentatively, Near took one in between his index finger and thumb and promptly plastered it on his face, looking at you expectantly. "Is this right?"

You blinked a couple of times before smiling slightly. "Uh- yeah. But don't forget the cucumbers!"

"To... eat?"

"Nope! You put them over your eyes to get rid of eyebags."

"Eyebags? I am only nineteen- I don't think those are an issue yet-"

"Yeah? When was the last time you slept more than two hours at night?"

"I get plenty of sleep," Near retorted defensively. "Just last night I was able to-" Suddenly, he cut himself off, mind blanking as he tried to recall a night where he'd gotten an adequate amount of sleep.

You raised a brow at Near pointedly. "Case and point."

nails- manicure+pedicure

༊* i think near would rather paint a mural or something on the floor instead of doing his nails- but tbh he doesn't care, let him go crazy

You sat on the ground in front of Near, observing his activity with a puzzled look on your face. "I'm a little surprised you decided to paint the ground instead of your nails, but whatever makes you happy." You tilted your head at the art made of several glittery polishes and smelling strongly of chemicals. "What are you making, anyway?"

Near didn't answer, dabbing a few more drops of metallic silver onto the floor before scooting back and observing his drawing.

"Look- I made Ryuk."

༊* pls tell him it looks nice no matter how it may actually look because pls

massage

༊* near does not want the massage. he wants to keep painting. he also starts stacking the empty nail polish bottles on top of each other. u must play with him

steamy shower

"Hot showers make my hair frizzy."

"Yes, Near, but you need to exfoliate, so you don't have any choice."

"I have never exfoliated before. I don't see any reason why I should begin now."

"Near, you already agreed to the spa day- you gotta go all in now."

ryuzaki

༊* it takes a lot of pleading and cake but you finally get l to agree to your spa day. except now you owe him like five slices of cake. fun.

༊* so uh yeah buckle up bc this man has never breathed in the same room as a shower

a/n- anyways purely headcanons here because this post is hella long n im tired

hair masks

༊* will probably take the whole container and dump it on his head

༊* he will proceed to accidentally gel his hair into a bunch of naruto-looking hairstyles and wonder why you're falling tf out in the back

༊* then l realizes his hair looks weird asf, get irritated by you laughing at him, and then go to you and turn a whole different container over your head because he's childish and petty. have fun cleaning the stuff off your face and shirt

face masks

༊* -puts face mask over self- "Boo."

༊* bro has no clue how to take care of himself. at all. mentally or physically. he's worse than every other wammy boy combined. it's rare he even bathes properly, let alone does a whole spa day routine

༊* once you say the cucumbers are supposed to get rid of eyebags/dark circles, he flat out refuses to put them on his face

༊* "Ryuzaki. You're telling me you don't see why you need to put the cucumbers over your eyes?"

"No. I think my dark circles give me character."

༊* eh, well, he isn't wrong.

nails- manicure+pedicure

༊* honestly L kinda likes the idea of having his nails done. he is not at all concerned with the feminine factor he just thinks it looks nice

༊* he sits all quiet and still while you paint his nails with dark blue or black. finally his frog position works out to your advantage because his toes and fingernails are displayed

༊* does everything in his power not to smear the polish once you're done. he will also not remove it willingly for several weeks afterward

massage

༊* l is the one giving you a massage despite your efforts to convince him to let it be the other way around. ur not complaining tho

༊* at first you hear bones cracking and get anxious but it turns out it's pretty refreshing

༊* 10/10 massager. would hire at a salon

steamy shower

༊* mans has never walked into a shower in his life. he has basically always used that weird washing machine thing

༊* he also keeps the water absolutely freezing and therefore is not at all open to getting in a hot shower. he is also dramatic as all hell about it and is stressing u tf out

༊* "Do you want me to boil alive?"

"Good question."

[ignis-writes]

Nightmares

Pairing: Captain Logan Syverson × Female Reader

Summary: An ugly Nightmare and how the following day went for the Syverson household.

Pov: First-person pov

Warnings: Mentions of war, PTSD, nightmares, drowning with fluff and angst. Lemme know if there is anything else.

Author's note: I’m not an experienced writer and this work is not BETA’d. Plus, English is not my first language so watch out for obvious mistakes.

Gif: @tellingyouastory

Do not plagiarize my work. Captain Syverson and Sandcastle doesn't belong to me.

Opening my eyes under the coarse moisture, I could sense the sharp wetness creeping into my veins, my fingers were going numb and my eyes couldn’t figure out anything except the painful sting of chilly water blurring my vision

     Where am I? How did I get here?

I tried to swim, but I couldn’t shift my limbs or cry out loud. I wondered if I'm dead already. Maybe I am in that phase where the soul splits from your body, never to be one again. Why else would I lose contact with my limbs? It hurts? Not really, but the confusion is scary and painful.  I gave up, too tired to fight anymore. If this is how I am going, I wanted to leave already, I wanted to end this desperation to breathe.

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Opened my eyes again to my name being whispered in panic but this time I could breathe, I  was breathing fast enough to feel the pulse hammer in my head. My throat ran dry with a protesting cough as I opened my eyes to his concerned face.

“ Sy? ”

“ hush… it’s just a nightmare, bug, you’re safe. ”

I could already feel my eyes welling up with moisture despite the lack of it in my mouth. His calm fingers wiped hot tears gliding down my face and gently raised me to sit on his lap with my head to his chest. His firm embrace was with just enough pressure to calm me down and let me breathe without effort. After what seemed to be an eternity of silence I sensed him shift gently to sit me against the headboard. I gazed at him with glossy eyes and a silent plea to stay a lil longer, I was not ready to leave him yet. He kissed my temple and told me he’d be back in a minute and left the door open with the lights on along the hallway. I could have caught his palm in mine and asked him to stay if the thought occurred fast enough in my tired brain.

He came back with some water and crackers. Turned up the AC and opened Netflix. Sy knew the nightmares stole my sleep and left me with terrible headaches and hot flashes. He removed his sweatpants and climbed into the sheets with me. We curled up into  each other for God knows how long, and somewhere around the crack of dawn, I must have dozed off in his warm chest. This wasn't the first time one of us got up screaming and hiding from the ghost of bygone days spent in mighty graveyards of powdered gold. Initially it was hard, but as time went the PTSD became easier to handle when you have someone  to fight for and someone fighting for you. So we became each other's safe haven, something like a home to hide when the demons came looking.  

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I woke up a few hours later to find worlds best Irish Coffee waiting for me at the bedside table, all captains magic. It restored life into my body and rubbed away the remains of sleep from my eyes. While I was standing under the faucet with water pouring over my face I heard the front door being unlocked followed by a loud lively bark which meant “moooommm im home” around here. Sy returned with Aika from their extended Sunday walk and joined me in the shower with a happy grin.

“Gotta save the wadur ma'am”

mumbled as he walked right in with a slap on my ass. And it would be a lie if I say I hated drowning my captain in those flowery fruity shower gels. He’d declare he ain’t saying shit only cuz he loved me and act all disinterested. Liar. I know he loves them too. To have this hulk of a man walking around my house smelling like vanilla and plum is a dream. He rubbed his beard across my neck and threw sloppy kisses while his hand sneaked around my hips to pull me closer. Ohhh…This is gonna be a long shower. 

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The day was cloudy with rain soon to follow, when I began to heat up the leftovers and boil some sweet tea while he cleaned up the bedroom and took out the garbage. We sat on the porch savoring mac and cheese with the Chinese Sy ordered for the night  talking about how the backyard fence needed some work done and where we could set up the ranch once we completed the loan on the house. We didn’t talk about yesterday’s incident, there was no need to. After 10 years of being together, we figured out how to avoid cross-questioning over such delicate yet insignificant junctures.

We knew each other by day and night, by good and bad and we cherished that silent intimacy long enough to watch it cool into the wax that held us together. And when we ran out of things to rant,  the silence was comfortable enough to let us deliberately slip into our separate lil worlds enjoying the quiet presence of each other’s company. So here we were starting the Sunday when the sun made plans to sleep, thinking about buying Alpacas and fixing fences while the world spined fast around us. We chose to live these days away from that hasty violent world, trying to make peace with ourselves.

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[shotorozu]

‘hey y’all i’m here w/ my best friend’

tiktok prank

character(s) : todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

based off this tiktok

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)

note(s) : yeah so my activity is pretty wonky 💀 anyways have you guys seen how momo looked like in the new episode? hot and the baddest b word in the house, as always

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todoroki shouto

you think it’ll be hilarious to see, because his reactions are always top tier

despite his usual stoic and neutral expressions, with you— his expressions are versatile, and he creates expressions no one thought he was even capable of 💀

when your classmates saw your tiktoks, it was shocking to all of them, excluding the obvious, which was you of course

but lowkey, you’re scared 💀 shouto could go from this loving, and sweet boyfriend, to the coldest bitch alive

still, you decide to go through with it

doesn’t think too much when you ask him to be in a tiktok, it’s quite routine at this point— plus, he finds it fun

but the AUDIOO

and shouto’s always willing to be in any tiktok you want him to be in, BUT

‘bestfriend’ 😐❓ who are you calling ‘bestfriend’

stops in place and looks at you like you just slapped him, did he hear that correctly? like,, why the hell are you calling him your ‘bestfriend’

he’s your lover

“boyfriend.” he corrects you stern, but you pretend that you don’t hear the correction, “you mean, you’re here with your boyfriend.”

and yet, you go on like you didn’t hear a thing, shouto’s eyes narrow— and it almost feels like his right side has been activated just slightly

you have to hold back a shiver when he gets real close to you “boyfriend. not best friend, i’m your boyfriend.”

he doesn’t mean to be this worked up about it, it’s just a tiktok— and when you move the camera away, completely ‘unbothered’ he feels himself growing impatient

and when the video ends, the cool atmosphere seems to break into two, when you burst out laughing

“shou, it was just another tiktok prank, we’re way past the bestfriend stage, and you know it!” you poke his cheek, still laughing at his reaction

but, he’s relieved. your acting was good— and he’s glad that he’s not just imagining things.

otherwise he’d have to start acting desperate

the video gets a good amount of views and likes, and comments are INTERESTING “ooo did you see the way he just went up all close 👀” “i can feel the cool aura BWNDKWS” “he got so worked up 🏃💨 oh to have a relationship like that 😔🖐💔”

in short, never address him as your best friend. you either address him as ‘shou’ ‘love’ ‘pretty boy’ or ‘my boyfriend’

midoriya izuku

the trend itself isn’t the funniest thing on tiktok, but it’s the reactions that makes up for it, y’know?

that’s why you decided to pull this ‘prank’ on izuku— his reactions are golden afterall

but a part of you couldn’t help but feel worried if he’d take personal offense 💀

similar to todoroki, your boyfriend is very willing when it comes tiktok pranks— despite it being well,, intense, sometimes

looked SO confused when you called him your ‘bestfriend’ and the smile is WIPED off his face

“b-bestfriend?” he has to make sure he heard it correctly, and he wants to throw a hissy fit when you ignore him

“Y/N?” he nudges his head on your shoulder, not liking the idea of being presented as your best friend, “i’m your boyfriend!” he laughs nervously

literally pouts

the struggle doesn’t last terribly long, as izuku continues to mouth boyfriend, when the word ‘best friend’ is being said (also while he smiles at the camera with awareness, he’s growing petty, can’t you tell?)

and also while he tries to make you look at him, by showcasing a look of innocence while leaning on, just because

when you finally acknowledge him with a stifled laugh, his expression is like 👁👄👁❓❓

yet, izuku’s relieved when you start full on laughing, wonderful laughter falling from your lips, the desperation calming down

and— the sudden mood change is well,, impressive! he was literally distressed from the word ‘best friend’ just a second ago, and now he’s relieved 💀

“r-right, you know i’m not just your best friend,” and he looks into the camera with satisfaction

the tiktok blows up, and comments overall— went insane over him

“mann he was so desperate 💀 he just kept correcting you” “bruh he was like ‘hold up’ 🖐😭” “NEVER call him your best friend again🏃💨 just look at that satisfied look at the end‼️” “aww look at that pout 🤩”

izuku’s surprised, sheepish— when all of his friends inform him about the sudden rise of his appearance on the app (afterall, he’ll still remain with you, even if he got even more popular)

needless to say, izuku will get desperate if you call him your best friend— man already spent some time being called your best friend and he won’t bear being called it for any longer

bakugou katsuki

should,, you be scared? you should be but you’re not 💀 you can’t find yourself fearing death, since you’re dating katsuki bakugou

you say fuck it, and rope katsuki into your tiktok antics once again.

and to any outsider’s eyes, it would be surprising when katsuki joins in on your tiktok schemes

but it not— even though the blond pretends to hate it, he secretly loves doing these with you

except, that statement is ABOUT to be retracted back, when the audio mentions the word ‘best friend’

excuse you? katsuki is faar from being your best friend. that word literally makes him cringe, he hated being stuck in the friend zone even though katsuki looked like he didn’t care when he was still stuck in it

he literally glares at the camera, his palm’s already popping with mini sparks. if you were anyone else, you would’ve started pleading for your life but you fear NOTHING at this point

“who the fuck are you calling best friend??” he’s furious, and you try your best to ignore it, biting back laughter— as you film the tiktok

“i’m talking to you!” he fumes, getting even closer to you— and you don’t seem to budge, as you continue to record

then, he YANKS your phone out of your hands, and starts talking, well yelling— as if the tiktok would record his voice anyway

“i’m their boyfriend thank you very much! now fuck off extras! this ‘bestfriend’ will beat your asses!” he scolds as if he’s talking to the potential viewers, and stops recording— and hands your phone back to you calmly

you’re laughing your ass off, experiencing absolute field day, and he’s just like 😐🖐 looking super unpleased how could he not? he’ll never admit that he was this worked up though

similar to midoriya, the friendzone was a pain in the neck for him— so to make him feel like he was thrown back in it for a tiktok

just because it’s for a tiktok, doesn’t automatically give you an easy pass

“you were SO mad” you laugh at his expression, and he just says

“shut the fuck up, and you better not post that shit!” then proceeds to scoop you up, despite all your protests— and haul you into his room

you gotta give him cuddles, or he’ll be like 👹 a literal demon for the rest of the day.

but on the bright side— you have content‼️and the video did blow up, despite initially telling your boyfriend you wouldn’t 💀

“omg, you don’t fear death, death fears YOU.” “i can literally hear his voice through the screen, we love a protective boyfriend 🤩” “fly high, it’s been 4 hours since they’ve posted 😔🕊”

and when kirishima informed him about his sudden boom of popularity on tiktok, he knew that you had some explaining to do 🧍‍♀️

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