#still going strong boys 💪

[sgraffitobonito]

My refusal to install the tears of the kingdom update because I don’t want to get rid of the inventory duplication glitch has yielded some very odd results

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

The Fun Kind of Sparring Pt. 2

Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

(Aka minors do NOT interact with this post)

A/N: Sooooooo… did ya miss me?? Heh. My down stairs brain has been exercised, that’s for sure. Took five but now I’m trying to change lives 💪

Anyways, as always, all interaction, especially commentary/tags, is extremely appreciated! It really makes my day to hear that people like what I’m putting out there.

Content Warning: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ If you thought the last one was diddle-that-skittle-worthy, this one… I think I’m going to need to take a cold shower. I mean, my man doesn’t stop talking. I will say he’s really sweet to the reader. A few things he says sound more like him in canon, but overall he’s really sweet. Look, guys, life is lifing rn so I just needed a sweet hot old man to talk me through it 🤷‍♀️

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Previously on The Fun Kind of Sparring

"Good girl," he praises, and it's all I can do not to keen. I have to be soaked through my shorts by now, there's no way. "Well, what l'd do next... that's simple. I'd fuck her until she cried, and then I'd keep going. And I'd keep going until the only thing she can remember is my name, until she's gooey and clingy and a sweet little fucked out thing, all for me," he finishes, his grin from before returning back to his face. I'm losing it. I can't think straight. And yet- he's still waiting for me to make the first move. Son of a bitch.

"O-okay," I clear my throat, unable to find my senses. "And if that hypothetical girl was me?" We both know it's me, I just need to hear it.

"Well in that case I think l'd be the luckiest bastard who ever lived," he says sincerely, looking at me with a gaze that can only be described as pure adoration and lust. Yep. That's it for me. I lean up and kiss him with as much force as I can muster.

A strand of spit connects our lips when we part, and if I hadn’t heard him say all those dirty things I’d think it was the most erotic thing imaginable. It’s certainly a close second, though.

He crashes his lips back to mine once the strand breaks, demanding access that I could never be strong enough not to give. He explores my mouth with great fervor, silencing the small whimpers and whines trying to tear themselves from my throat. Once he’s sure I’m breathless he moves down, planting a row of kisses to my jaw before kissing down my neck, biting and sucking dark marks at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

But through the lust induced haze that’s already clouding my brain I can only remember one thing.

“Uh, Ben?” my voice is unrecognizable, breathy and high.

“Yeah?” He says into my collarbone where he’s been leaving more love bites.

“What about you? Don’t you get to come in the story?”

“Oh, you’re sweet on me, huh, baby? Don’t you worry about me sweet girl, that’ll come later- no pun intended.”

“Oh, okay,” I mumble, tugging him up by the hair so I can kiss him again. “I could kiss you forever,” I say. And it sounds stupid, but his plush pink lips are just too good to be true.

“That can be arranged, sweetheart,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss me again. There’s just no feeling like it. I reach for the hem of his grey sweatpants, but he grunts, pulling away. I look at him, eyes wide with confusion.

“Sugar, as much as I’d love to give some sad sap the chance of walking in on this, I think it’s better we move this to my room.”

“Oh, okay,” I concede.

“Trust me,” he says, almost… shifty? Whatever. I’m too horny to decipher his gaze at the moment. I let him all but pick me up off the floor, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror embellished wall: my face is sweaty and splotchy, hair already a wreck, hickies everywhere on my neck and shoulders. Holy hell. I haven’t even gotten laid yet, and I look like I went nine rounds in a porno. Motherfucker. Me-fucker, in a minute. Good god.

“I think I’m an artist,” he says smugly from behind me, admiring the blues and purples on my neck and shoulders, and catching my gaze in the mirror. He presses his bulge to my ass, at which I gasp. He’s huge. I can already tell. How the fuck does he even-? I don’t even know how I’m going to finish that question.

“C’mon sweetheart, my room ain’t far.”

“Okay,” I mumble, stuck on the absent feeling of his bulge against me. “But the floor was so hot,” I pout.

“Don’t I know it, sweets,” he grins. “But I’ve got big plans for you, if you remember.”

I moan softly at the memory of his dirty words

“Attagirl.” The shit eating grin from before is right back on his face. “Now c’mon, sweets,” he tugs my hand in his, practically dragging me out of the gym. Before I know it I’m laying on my back in his soft bed, him over me. He somehow kisses me both soft and slow, and rough and fast, and it’s almost impossible to breath. Especially as he adds more to the canvas he’s made of my body.

“Can I?” he asks, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I nod, and pulls it up over my head, obviously enjoying what he finds under it.

“Of course my pretty girl has pretty tits too, I shouldn’t even be surprised, but”-he kisses the tops of each of my breasts-“damn, baby.”

I blush at his praise, unable to help myself. “Can I take off this cute little bra?” he asks.

“Mhm,” I say, hoping that he’ll just rip it off. But instead of being raucous he gently unclasps it from behind, teasing it off of me. He trails lower with his lips, lavishing my breasts in attention that leaves them perky and alert once he leaves them for my stomach.

I can’t help but start giggling at the feeling of his scratchy beard on my stomach as he continues his trek of kisses and such southward. “What’s funny?” he asks, obviously amused by my laughter. I can only giggle harder because he seems to catch on, now intentionally scratching at me with it. He starts kissing lower and lower, and eventually my giggles dissolve into moans as he nips at the juncture of my thigh and pelvis.

“So sweet,” he mumbles, tugging at the waist band of my shorts. He pulls both them and my underwear off in one go. “Oh, sweets,” he breathes. “You this wet all for me?”

I squeak, unable to respond to the dark, lust-filled look in his eyes as he asks. Thankfully the question is rhetorical, because my brain is already starting to get fuzzy.

He gingerly pulls off my shoes and socks, before pressing featherlight kisses to and massaging up my left leg. Just as he reaches my sopping heat does he stop, biting the squishy flesh of the inside of my thigh before returning back down on my right leg.

“Ben,” I whine impatiently, unsure of how much more of this teasing I can take before I just come without him doing anything.

He just tuts at me before continuing his ministrations. And good grief does he know what buttons to press, because my legs already feel like jello in his hands.

Finally he bites my other thigh, and I’m all but shaking with how eager I am for him to do something, anything to me. And he seems to be more than happy to comply.

“Listen, if you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” he says roughly, sincerely, as his cheek rests against the inside of my thigh.

“O-okay?” I say, my tone far past breathy.

“That’s my girl,” he grins before diving in.

It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It feels like he’s lit orgasmic fireworks, like far too much and not enough all at once, like… it’s fucking inexplainable. Especially while I’m physically squirming from how good it feels, while he only needs one big hand splayed over my stomach to keep me down. I couldn’t even tell you what I’m moaning between the incoherent mess of his one syllable name and the whines he’s pulling out of me.

It’s incredible. And he’s so methodical, so good at it. Eighty odd years of experience will do it to you I guess, but this is like, next level.

And before I know it my stomach is tightening in on itself, and I try to warn him. I really do. But he doesn’t even need me to warn him. Instead he takes his hand off my stomach and places both on either of my thighs, locking me in place around his head. And before I know it, his tongue thrusting in and out of me and his nose and facial hair rubbing on my clit have me coming with a loud cry of his name. I’m physically shaking by the end of it from how he continues to fuck me through it, lapping up every last drop.

The thing about Ben is that he does everything with great fervor. Passion, really, except he thinks that’s too feminine a word. There just has to be a certain exceptionality to the way he does things. When he snorts a line of coke, the line had better be four times longer than anyone else’s. When he performed back in the day, it had to be more grandiose than Queen, more ostentatious than Madonna. When he eats pussy, it has to be fucking leagues ahead of any other man or woman in the entire world.

And man oh man does he deliver. I think I come again, but it’s hard to tell from how intense the initial orgasm was and how fuzzy the overstimulation is making my brain. But he eventually pulls back, once again resting his stubbled cheek on the inside of my thigh, my come glistening on his jaw and mouth. It’s a sight of debauchery in its purest-or should I say filthiest- form. I’m panting, trying to ground myself as he smugly smirks at me, his greens eyes sparkling like cut emeralds.

“Y’like that, sweetheart?” he asks, knowing damn well I do. And yes, he’s cocky as fuck, but… he’s not wrong.

“Yes,” I mumble.

“Good girl,” and at that I clench around nothing. And he does not fail to notice.

“Aww, my sweet girl likes being a good girl,” he observes, languidly running a knuckle through my folds. I gasp, and he chuckles. “Easy.”

He surprises me by thrusting one finger in- and like he said, it wouldn’t do much with how wet I was. So he gives me a second, and I start to feel it, especially when he hits my g-spot on every languid thrust, eliciting tinny moans from me. The tinny moans get louder when he starts scissoring his fingers inside of me, opening me up as far as he sees fit. “Gotta get you ready for me,” he explains, spitting on his other hand before brining his thumb to my clit. I’m beyond fucked once the rough pad of his thumb meets my sensitive bud, gasping his name and arching my back.

“You’re taking ‘em so well, sweet girl. Gonna give you another,” he tells me before adding a third finger and rubbing on my clit even faster. I barely last three minutes of this before I come for the second-third?- time with a weak cry of his name, still ready for more. I’m flustered from how easy it was to make me come, and his words certainly don’t soothe my blush.

“Oh, look at this pretty pussy gushin’ f’me, she’s too good to me,” he groans, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out to prolong my bliss. “Aww sweet girl, why’re you embarrassed, huh? I think my new favorite color is pink cause of your sweet cheeks. My pretty girl, my perfect girl.”

My mind is so fuzzy. Ben- Soldier Boy- is literally praising me whereas he calls anyone else a disappointment or a whore. And he’s making me feel so good, not only because of the incredible sex but with the way he’s treating me.

He kisses me again before he stands up, and I can taste myself on him. I don’t mind though, because his lips, his tongue… I can hardly account for my senses, much less comprehend the taste of myself. He stares at me and finally takes the waistband of his sweatpants in his hands. I can’t help the way my jaw drops as he finally pulls them and his boxers down, and naturally he gives me his signature smirk.

The bottom line is that he’s even bigger than I had thought earlier. Like, this is a size I thought only dildos came in, not the real thing. It’s long, it’s thick, and it’s rock hard. His eyes are trained on mine, so naturally he catches me gaping and laughs. Jackass.

“You know that not all of that is going to fit, right?” I ask, a little nervous.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, cocksure. I can’t help but gulp involuntarily, but once he brings his lips back down to mine I’m right back into my whipped frenzy, pouting and following his lips like a puppy when he pulls away, rummaging in his bedside drawer but talking all the while.

“Don’t worry, m’gonna give you what you want, just gotta ease you into it, okay? Ain’t gonna treat you like a loosened whore, I could never. My sweet girl. Didn’t bring you in here for nothing, wanted this.” He holds up a small bottle, and that’s when I get it. He needed the damn lube. That’s why he wanted to come back here. Not a big connection, but for someone who’s ready to let him doin all sorts of unspeakable things to her and thank him for it, it’s a revolutionary revelation.

“Oh-oh,” I say, my voice breaking when I watch him fist himself a few times.

“Gonna make it feel so good for you,” he mumbles, rubbing a generous amount of lube up and down his length. As if it hasn’t already been beyond good. “Tell you what, baby, I want you to ride me, just to start. Y’can adjust on your own time, take it as slow as you need, okay sweet girl? ‘Cause if I’m on top… I don’t think I can make any promises.” At least he’s honest. The horny part of me wants him to just go ahead and rail me within an inch of my life, but the small, annoying, rational part of me recognizes how huge he is. He sits down next to me on the bed, comfortably resting against the pilos and the headboard. His legs are splayed, showing off the endearing curve to them.

It takes a lot out of my already fucked out self to move two inches and straddle him, but I do. He smiles, genuinely smiles, and I can’t help but smile back.

“Take it easy, sweet girl,” he tells me. “We’ve got all night. You just take all the time you need.” I’m so turned on by how sweet he is, I genuinely can’t even help it.

“Okay,” I mumble, reaching for his cock, feeling it in my hands. It’s just a little thicker than the grip of one of my hands- definitely thicker than anything I’ve ever had, but not as scary as I thought. I rub the leaking precum over his tip, because even though he’s already poured a more than generous amount of lube on himself I can’t be too sure. Not to mention the delicious gasps he’s making at every touch are enough to just do this for the next six hours.

But finally, finally I’m ready. I position myself over it, my arms encircling Ben’s wide, freckled shoulders.

And then I slowly, ever so slowly sink down on the tip. We both moan at the newfound sensation, and I physically have to stop for a second. He’s just so big. All of him is, from his ego to his overall stature, but inside me? He’s huge, and the stretch is beyond satiating.

“You okay, sweets?” he asks, recovering quicker than me.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he kisses me on the lips. The distraction of the kiss lets me move more comfortably down his length. I make it a little bit more before I have to stop again. “You’re squeezing me so good, this pussy was made for me,” he groans when I stop, and I hide my own noises into the crook of his shoulder.

“Ben?” I mumble.

“Yeah?”

“I need help,” I whine, keeping my face hidden to hide my embarrassment.

“Aww, sweetpea,” he lets out a small laugh despite himself, furthering my angry red blush. “C’mere, look at me,” I do as he says, my thighs sore from keeping me up as I do so.

“No need to be embarrassed with me, sugar,” he says softly, before bring my lips to his, a big hand cupping the side of my head. I barely notice his other hand on my hip until he slowly starts guiding me down on him, lifting me up and down where I’m and pushing me down further and further as he does so. He muffles my whimpers and whines into the kiss, kissing me so long that I forget what it’s like to breathe.

Once he’s bottomed out and I’m properly seated on his lap does he pull away, letting me moan as loud as I need to.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his own voice strained.

“Full,” I mumble, because it’s true. He’s so all consuming in this moment, all I can concentrate on is how he fills me to the brim.

He twitches inside of me at that, his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothin’ baby, you just can’t be throwing around words like that,” he groans.

“You asked,” I protest.

“I know,” he retorts, kissing me again. After a few moments of sitting there on his lap, I tell him I’m ready to move a little.

“You need help, sweets?” he asks, giving me a knowing look. And I want to say no, that much is probably written on my face. Want to show him that I’m capable of bouncing on his enormous cock, but I sincerely don’t think I am.

“Maybe,” I concede sheepishly.

“That’s okay, baby,” he smiles gently, grabbing me by the hips. He slowly lifts me up his length, and I can feel my walls trying to contract around him as he moves me up, clenching him like a vice. A soft groan leaves his lips whilst various whimpers leave mine.

He keeps this gentle pace, so slow that I can feel every single inch of him slide in and slip out. Slowly the burn from the initial stretch disipates into pure pleasure that leaves me whispering his name every time he bottoms out. But eventually it’s not enough, because the thoughts of his promises creep into my empty mind, his promises of fucking me. Until I cry, until I can only remember his name and nothing else.

“Ben,” I mumble, my head still resting in the crook of his neck as he eases me up and down. “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what, pretty girl?”

Jackass. He knows damn well what, I can hear it in his voice. “I don’t want to say it,” I whine. He pulls me back so we’re eye to eye, resting me on his lap.

“I think you’re gonna have to,” he’s grinning ear to ear.

I pout, my hands resting on his chest.

“C’mon baby,” he prods, thumbing my lower lip. I take his thumb into my mouth, sucking on it. It clearly takes a lot out of him to take his finger out of my mouth, he seems to be turned on by the action.

“Fine. I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, crossing my arms.

“You’re lucky I like you so much. If anyone else were acting this bratty with me I think I’d have to teach them a lesson,” he smirks, the cocky promise clear in his eyes. Before I can retort he slips out of me, and I whine at the emptiness. I don’t like it.

Thankfully I don’t have to wait long because he lays me down, resting over me in a plank just as he was when we were “sparring.”

“Y’trust me?” His thumb comes up to meet my pulse point, his other fingers grazing across the bitten flesh of the juncture of my neck and shoulder, creating the most delicious sting. I nod frantically. “Words, baby.”

“Yes,” I whisper. His presses down barely a fraction harder, and yet it’s already enough to set me off even while being empty.

“I need you to promise me something, gorgeous,” he says, making the most intense eye contact I’ve ever seen from him.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“If you need me to stop, you tell me, okay?” His eyes are slightly wide, indicating how important to him this is. It’s easy to say: “Okay,” he has all of my trust. I kiss him for good measure, and we’re back. Fireworks gone off again halfway through as I take initiative to deepen the kiss before he can. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s stronger and so all consuming, and before I know it my mind is blank again. Blank and wanting one thing: him.

He gets up and I whine, not wanting him away from him. “Miss me already? My clingy girl,” he says affectionately, grabbing a pillow and putting it under my hips, kissing my stomach.

Settling above me once again, he lifts my legs up so that my ankles are resting on his shoulders, nearly bending me in half. But I let him, I’ll be as malleable ad he needs me to be if it’ll help him deliver on those promises.

“You sure you want this, sweets? Last chance to back out,” he tells me. I can’t believe he has the audacity to let the thought of me wanting to back out cross his mind. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want him.

“I’m so sure. Fuck me, please,” I tell him. This is the strongest my voice has been this far, and I think he gets the memo.

“As you wish,” he grins, before sheathing himself in me in one go. I scream his name, but the noise is cut off by all air leaving my body as he thrusts into me at a literal superhuman pace. The sounds are ungodly, with every thrust a broken moan and the occasional grunt from him. He finds my g-spot with ease, slamming into it with every thrust ad he pounds me into his mattress.

“You sounds so pretty, maybe we should look into making one of those Internet videos.” I moan at the idea. I didn’t think starring in a porno would be my thing until he and his transatlantic 1950s accent suggested it.

“Yeah, everyone would want a piece of this pussy. But she’s all mine,” those last three words are punctuated with particularly hard, possessive thrusts that leave me gasping his name.

He brings his hand up to my throat once more, and the moment his thumb grazes my pulse point as it did before I realize just how much I want to come. “You like that, huh. Such a good girl,” I clench around him as he presses light pressure to my throat, and even though he’s not even done anything with my clit and it’s been maybe two minutes I’m coming hard and all-consumingly. It washes over me in waves that match Ben’s pace, seemingly getting more intense as he keeps fucking me.

“Oh sweetheart, you look so gorgeous when you make a mess of my dick. I’m hopin’ to see that five more times before the end of the night,” he tells me, but I barely hear him, too engulfed in my pleasure. He somehow adjusts the pillow under me while continuing his incessant pace and his grip on my throat and the new angle has me crying from how good it is.

“Aww, what’s the matter sweets?” he coos, knowing damn well what the matter is. It’s just too good.

“You’re so deep,” I sob, unable to gain my bearings because of how full I feel.

“Don’t I know it,” he groans, going impossibly harder. Eventually he takes his hand from my throat, and I whine, until he brings it down to my clit.

“Make it a good one, beautiful,” he winks with a click of his tongue before skillfully rubbing circles into my sensitive bud.

“Ben, it’s too much-,” I protest, but all it takes is a few more circles and I’m coming undone around him again. I’m both hyperaware of my tears soaking my face and the burn from the position of my legs but also on the verge of unconsciousness with how good it all feels. My legs are quivering around him but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re okay, sweet girl, taking it so well,” he mumbles against my lips, kissing away my tears. I’d never had a lay so good that the guy had to reassure me that I was okay because I was shaking and crying uncontrollably from just how good it was. But then again, prior to tonight, I’d never had a lay with Ben.

He quickly brings me to the edge again, his fingers fast on my clit and his thrusts deeper than ever. When I come I can’t say his name, I can’t say much of anything because my mind is blank. Fuzzy, syrupy, I feel almost soft while the only noises I can make are little whimpers as he just keeps going. And I fucking love it.

“‘m gonna come,” he warns, and I muster enough of my bearings to tell him ‘please.’ He gladly obliges, coming with a loud grunt of my name, bottoming out so far inside me that he may damn well be in my cervix. I can feel it leaking out of me, and even in my fucked out stupor I can remember to moan. It’s the hottest feeling I’ve ever felt. He slowly pulls out then, gently easing my legs down.

I look up at him with questioning eyes, wondering why he doesn’t go for another three like he was planning to.

“Don’t want to break you on the first night, sugar,” he says, sweetly cupping my face in his hands. “I know you don’t feel it right now but you’re gonna be real sore in a couple hours.”

I pout, unsure of how to react to that. My legs are still shaking and while I do feel tired I’m still turned on.

Okay, maybe there’s dull ache.

“Oh, don’t pout. There’s other nights, and I’m gonna take care of you,” he smiles softly.

“Okay,” I whisper, finally regaining enough sense to talk.

He leans down to kiss me, softly this time. I melt into the kiss, and that’s when I realize: I don’t just want Ben. I think the feelings might be deeper. Maybe I… love? him.

But hey. There’s other nights.

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As a bonus, cause I love y’all: if we can get 250 notes on this post by the end of the poll time then I will do a spicy soldier boy fic with whichever of these gets the most votes. If we can somehow get to 400 I’ll do the top two! No kink shaming, okay? 🥹🎀

In the meantime, if you want more Soldier Boy try Taming the Supe!! <3

For fans of Big Sky!Jensen, part two of 2SC (aka my favorite project thus far) should be coming out next!

And don’t forget, asks/requests/thoughts/thots are always open!!

[maraschinomerry]

Rock Paper Scissors

Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader, background Locklyle

Summary: George is your best friend, Lucy's convinced there's more to it but he's not your type... is he?

Content: friends to lovers, oblivious flirting, misunderstanding, light swearing and suggestive thoughts, kisses

A/N: it's officially 1 year since I posted my first Lockwood & Co fic!! Thank you all for making it such an incredible year and continuing to support my writing, it means the world to me ❤️ and thank you to the Multiverse of George for fuelling the buff!George fire 🔥 I've even made a montage so everyone can see the vision, plus the gif above of George swinging the chains he's definitely strong 💪

Word count: 4.2k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea @mischiefmanaged71 (let me know if you want adding or removing!)

Ever since you'd started working for Lockwood & Co, you and George had had the most playful rivalry.

It had started on the very first day, when you came for your interview. Lucy had welcomed you into the living room while George went to fetch the biscuits. After breezing through the tests, Lockwood gestured to the plate still being clutched by the other boy.

“Biscuit?”

You frowned at the boy in the armchair, who looked like the last thing he wanted to do was to share. “Am I supposed to fight you for them or something?”

George had the audacity to snort. “In your dreams.” But then he did offer you the plate, albeit reluctantly.

Once you got used to one another, you found that you actually got on really well and gradually he became your best friend, but by then you'd set a precedent that neither of you wanted to drop.

“We're heading out soon,” Lucy informed you both as she slid cups of tea across the table. She and Lockwood had an appointment with a client, leaving you and George behind to keep working. “Can one of you oil the chains ready for tonight?”

You turned to George; he was already looking at you. A gleam came to his eye.

“Rock paper scissors?”

“You bet,” you grinned, already raising your hand. It took a few attempts, as you'd done it so many times by now that the two of you knew what each other was planning before it happened, but eventually you lost. Sticking your tongue out, you picked up your cup and headed towards the basement. Lucy followed you down.

“Can I ask you something?” she began cautiously.

“Course you can.” It wasn't like Lucy to not just ask straight out. This was odd.

“What's going on with you and George?” This was definitely odd. “It feels like you've gone past teasing, you're almost flirting with each other.”

Your gaze flew to your friend, who had lingered on the stairs. Was she being serious? “It's not like that, Luce,” you replied, wondering if it was warm in the basement or if it was just you. “I love him to bits, but the same way I love all of you. He's just not my type.”

Her eyebrow quirked up at that. “You have a type?”

“Don't say that like you don't,” you hit back. “You and Lockwood are made for each other! And George is great, really, but I prefer guys a bit more… buff?”

Lucy nodded. “Interesting.” It was spoken with the air of someone who knew exactly why it was interesting and someone who was absolutely not going to explain why. “Well… just don't rule anything out, but please be careful. I love you both too and I'd hate to see either of you get hurt.”

It was touching to hear her so candid about her feelings for you both. “I won't, I promise.”

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You always forgot how ridiculously heavy the chains were. Just trying to hoist them up to make sure you'd oiled all the way round each joint was a workout. It was only adrenaline that carried you through working with them on cases. Thank goodness you were almost finished - your arms were beginning to ache and you were sure you were coated in sweat.

“Need a hand?” George's voice drifted from the stairs. You hadn't heard him come down, probably drowned out by the clanking links and your strained grunts, but there he was, sitting on one of the lower steps and watching you in amusement.

“You mean you want me to dishonour the sacred pact of rock paper scissors?” You mimed fainting in shock, taking the opportunity to slump back on the pile of chains and let the tension dissipate from your shoulders.

He chuckled, climbing down the final few steps and holding out his hand. “Will the sacred pact allow a lunch break? I made soup.” He'd got you there and he knew it. You loved his soup. Grinning, you accepted his hand and he pulled you away from the cold, hard metal.

There were two steaming bowls already set out on the table when you got back to the kitchen, and beside yours was a plate of sandwiches, cut exactly how you liked them.

“You're the best.”

“I know,” George smirked. He was eating with one hand, the other scribbling away on the Thinking Cloth. As he became more engrossed, he leant further forwards, his dark curls flopping over his brow. It was fascinating watching him get so engrossed in his work, the whole world melting away around him. Once you finished eating, you glanced across and took his empty bowl from in front of him. He looked up sharply, snapped from wherever his thoughts had taken him.

“Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you,” you mumbled.

“No, it's fine. We should probably get packed.”

You followed him down to the basement and pulled your kit bags from the shelf. Set side by side on the table, you both began to load up.

“You can carry the chains,” you told him over your shoulder as you picked up a half-empty box of flares and emptied it into your bag.

“Hey, you're the one who lost!”

“Only for cleaning them, I've done my bit.”

He huffed, but gave you a smile as he made his way over to the mound of chains. Your eyes widened as he scooped up a whole length in one easy movement and gave them a quick shake loose. You'd spent nearly quarter of an hour trying to manoeuvre that section earlier.

“How the hell did you do that?”

“They're not that heavy,” he shrugged, then added with a cheeky raised eyebrow, “or at least only when you’re trying to clean them.”

You threw the empty cardboard box at his head with a laugh.

—

A week later, the four of you were nestled in the living room. Outside, rain battered against the windows, which were almost being shaken out of their frames by the driving wind. You'd never have guessed it was June; it felt more like January. The fire was lit in the hearth, the occasional crackle of wood splitting the only other sound.

Eventually, Lockwood broke the silence. “I hate to say it, but someone's going to have to go out. We've got no tea left and barely enough food to last until tonight. We can draw straws to make it fair.”

He needn't have bothered. You and George already had your fists raised. One, two, three, paper. One, two, three, rock. Scissors. Paper. Scissors. Rock. Round and round you went, the symmetry only fuelling your competitive natures.

“This is ridiculous,” Lucy muttered. She was right, of course.

You raised your fist higher, leaning forward in an offered challenge. “Right. Arm wrestle. Loser goes.”

George leaned in, resting his elbow on the table. Lockwood and Lucy exchanged wide-eyed glances.

“Y/n…” Lucy began, but you weren't listening. Your elbow was already mirroring George's, hand in his. You weren't sure why you'd expected the easy, flexible grip of holding a rapier, but his fingers were clenched firmly around the back of your hand. Lockwood moved closer and counted you down.

Your hand hit the table almost immediately.

It felt like all the air had left the room. You stared in shock at the boy opposite, the triumphant toothy grin that crinkled his eyes, the unexpected tightness of his shirt sleeve around his arm. The similar tightness in your chest. Interesting.

Some sort of realisation hit you, and your attention shifted to Lucy. The look she was giving you was almost as satisfied as George's. Warmth flooded your cheeks. You drew in a shaky breath as you struggled to drag your eyes away from George's arm, which was still pinning yours to the table. After a moment, you felt his fingers loosen and with some reluctance pulled your hand away. The silence in the room was palpable. Lucy was still watching you in amusement. Lockwood was watching Lucy, trying to figure out why she had that “I know something you don't” look again over a simple arm wrestle. George was watching you too, his expression slowly shifting from victory to concern.

“Y/n? You okay?” he asked quietly. Your thoughts rushed back into your body, snapping your attention into the real world.

“All good,” you mumbled. “Just preparing to get drenched. If I'm not back in 20 minutes, assume I've been blown to the other end of the country.” At least that got a laugh out of Lockwood. Hurriedly, you stood and made your way to the front door. Why had you agreed to this? It was your own fault, of course, for continuing this whole competitive thing with George, but how were you to know he was that strong? A flash of bicep clouded your vision again, and you reached for the door handle before you did something regrettable.

“Hold on,” a voice came behind you. It was him. Keep it together, you told yourself.

“If you're about to volunteer to take my place, go ahead,” you forced yourself to stay casual.

George moved closer, and you swallowed a lump in your throat. “I was actually going to question why you looked like you were about to leave without a coat.” He reached to the rack over your shoulder, lifting yours from its hook.

“That might help.” You knew you were blushing again, but prayed he thought it was just from embarrassment at being so forgetful. Definitely not how close he was, how he was holding your coat in the same hand that had been holding yours moments ago.

—

By the time you made it back to the house, you were soaked to the bone and almost shivering. It seemed like the storm wasn't going to let up until at least the next day, so you'd decided to stock up on plenty of food which had seemed like a great idea until you tried to carry it all home. You'd had to stop several times on the way, ducking into doorways and bus shelters to escape the weather as you swapped hands, flexed your shoulders or relieved your fingers from where the handles of the bags had started to make dents. When you finally made it, you held the door open with one foot as you negotiated the bags in and dropped them unceremoniously on the hall floor. George emerged from the living room, alone this time; Lockwood and Lucy must have gone upstairs or down to the basement.

“You look awful.”

“Aww thanks, you're not so bad yourself,” you joked dryly. Oh god, Lucy was right, you were almost flirting. A shiver ran through you and this time you hoped it was from the cold.

For a second, you thought you saw George's eyelids flutter. “Well, I uh… I ran you a bath to warm you back up. I'll put this away.” He hauled up the bags of shopping with barely a huff, and you tried to reason that he hadn't just carried them through a storm.

The water was soothingly warm and scented with lavender salts, the smell wafting up in delicate bursts as it swirled around, relaxing all the tension in your aching muscles. As you lay peacefully, you reflected on what had happened earlier. You weren't sure you'd ever felt… You couldn't even identify what feelings you'd experienced during the arm wrestle. Shock? Embarrassment? No. It was something else, something that Lucy had noticed immediately and had been trying to get through to your oblivious self. But she was wrong, wasn't she? You said it yourself, you weren't into George, even if he did now fulfil your main criteria. Then again, so did plenty of other guys you'd met. Kipps was quite well built, definitely had muscles, but that didn't mean you'd considered dating him. He wasn't like George though - smart, funny, thoughtful George. You couldn't imagine Kipps running you a bath or making your favourite lunch, or doing any number of the things that with George felt so natural. And there were all the little things you did for him that you'd never do for anyone else. No, there were no two ways about it: you were a pair in whatever capacity that meant.

Still didn't mean you fancied him, you told yourself.

You volunteered to help George with the dishes after dinner that night. It was always nice to be able to spend time just the two of you in sync, but tonight especially you figured it was a good idea to be around him in perfectly normal circumstances. You'd chat or enjoy the companionable quiet, you'd both be at ease; nothing could possibly happen, which would give you time to prove your feelings were a fluke.

George picked up his blue rubber gloves and tossed you a tea towel. He was dressed casually, in sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt (so large that the sleeves almost met his gloves at the elbow). The radio was playing quietly in the background, giving you a welcome distraction. Whenever a song you recognised came on, you'd start humming along or singing under your breath, and George would smile at you, sometimes even joining in. Your heart leapt a bit when he did, but that was nothing, you were just happy to be sharing this moment with your friend. He stuck an arm deeper into the sink to grab something at the bottom and made a small noise. Water had splashed up onto the cuff of his sleeve. You giggled at the look of disgust he made at the wet fabric sticking to his skin. The sound died in your throat when he took off his gloves, draped them on the side of the sink and rolled his sleeves up out of the way. You were so used to him being hidden behind his giant tops, or at the very least being in longer sleeved shirts, that seeing his bicep completely exposed was a shock in more ways than one. It wasn't much wonder he'd beaten you so easily at arm wrestling with muscles like that. You wondered whether it was just his arms that were so toned, or was the rest of him the same? Was he hiding a set of abs under that T-shirt too? Were his thighs-

“You okay?” George nudged you, and you hastily looked away.

“I was just…” Come on, come on, find an excuse, your brain urged. “...thinking how this means we both got wet clothes today, if you want me to put that top in with my washing after this?” God that was lame. Not much wonder he wasn't interested in you. That wasn't the point, you reminded yourself.

“Oh,” he smiled. “That'd be great, thanks.” He leant over to put a chopping board on the draining rack, and his bicep brushed against yours. A shockwave of warmth resonated through your whole body. Oh.

“Tell you what,” you forced yourself not to stammer, “are you okay to finish up here and I'll go and grab the laundry basket?” He nodded, and you tried not to fall over your own feet as you retreated to the hallway and sucked in a breath to calm your racing heart. Oh.

—

You cursed yourself for ever starting this. No, this was Lucy's fault for pointing it out. No, still your fault.

Being around George was becoming unbearable. Not for anything he'd done, rather the things he wasn't doing. He was carrying on exactly as he always had, that inimitable blend of playful and caring, and it was driving you mad not knowing whether he meant any of it in the way you wanted him to. You couldn't say anything, of course. If you were wrong, it would mess up the whole dynamic of the group. That would hurt almost as much as any rejection. But the more things went on, the more you took notice of the little moments between you, the more your feelings grew until it felt like they would crawl out of your chest.

“What the hell were you thinking?” George snapped at Lockwood. He and Lucy had been out on a case which went badly, and now the four of you were sitting at the dining table in the early hours, George applying butterfly stitches to a cut on Lockwood's arm and you cleaning a couple of scratches on Lucy's face. The misty gloom of the night outside the window reflected the atmosphere within.

“I was thinking,” Lockwood snapped back, “that we only had to handle a couple of Type Ones, according to your notes.”

“I told you those weren't finished!”

“Well maybe next time, don't get distracted.” Was it your imagination, or had his gaze flickered to you?

“Maybe next time,” George replied darkly, “do your own research.”

“Fine.” Lockwood pushed his chair back and stalked from the room. Lucy shot you both an apologetic grimace and followed.

George began pacing round the kitchen, hands twitching angrily. You stayed at the table, knowing it was best to give him the space to say or do whatever he needed to let his feelings out. You were there if he needed you.

“Can you believe him?” It was rhetorical, you'd heard him say it enough to know, so you waited for him to continue. “We end up in this situation almost every week, because he's too reckless to wait! I know he'd rather be in the action, but he'd be able to do all that more if he'd let me give him the right information first.”

You gently waded in, trying to be reassuring. “We all know how useful your research is; he just gets overeager, especially when Lucy's involved.”

“I know you know how important it is,” his words sent butterflies through you, “but Lockwood just…” He gave a frustrated huff. “Maybe I should make him do all the legwork for a change.” You tried very hard not to think about whether George's legs were as muscular as his arms.

“I'll support whatever you decide, but for what it's worth I think you should just talk to him.”

He sighed heavily, placing his hands flat on the table and allowing his head to drop. “You're right. Thanks, y/n.” The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, as did his deep brown eyes as he raised his head to look at you. You were already distracted by the tension which lingered in his shoulders, the rigidity of his arms as they supported his weight, the way he had leaned into the pose so much that now when he looked up his face was so close it almost filled your vision. You swallowed nervously.

“Any time. I- I have to go.” You stumbled up from your chair, ignoring George's confused stare and sounds of protest as you practically bolted from the room.

—

You lay on your bed in the attic, tears slowly soaking into the pillow you'd buried your face in. This was the end; it had to be. You couldn't carry on working for the agency like this. If George had shown any interest it would be okay - Lockwood and Lucy managed to balance being a couple who worked and lived together, there was no reason you two couldn't do the same, but it could never work being so one-sided. You'd just keep being weird, struggling to hold your nerve around the boy until it would start bleeding into cases and Lockwood would have no choice but to fire you for everyone's safety, if you hadn't already got one of you hurt by then. Not to mention the emotional hurt. It would happen either way, but at least if you walked away now you could control it.

“Y/n?” Lucy's voice came tentatively from the bottom of the steps. “George said you ran off, is everything okay?”

You flipped onto your back, drawing in shuddering breaths to recover from almost suffocating in the pillow. “You were right, Luce.” There was movement on the steps, but you kept your eyes on the ceiling. You couldn't bear to look at anyone right now. “I tried so hard to make sure neither of us got hurt, but George doesn't love me back and now I feel like even if I stay I'm going to lose him.”

The silence that followed dragged on longer than you could bear. Why wasn't she saying anything? You forced yourself to sit up.

George stood at the entrance to your room, eyes wide and lips parted.

You scrambled to your feet. “Shit! I mean, hi, um… how long have you been there?”

George continued to stare.

“I'm so sorry,” the words were rushing out of you now, “I just panicked but I don't want to make things weird so can we just pretend-”

“What do you mean, ‘doesn't love me back'?” he interrupted quietly.

You froze. There was no mistaking it: he'd heard you basically say you loved him and now there he was looking like the mere concept was so unbelievable, like the option hadn't even crossed his mind. Why would it? Time stretched on as you fought the urge to run again, as far as the ever-widening space between you would allow. Neither of you had moved, but you could feel the room expanding around you to make room for the bottomless pit you wanted to crawl into. “I…” you drew in a slow, deep breath, “I was fine just being friends but Lucy got in my head about you being exactly my type and now I think I'm actually flirting while you're still just pretending and I'm sorry…” Tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes and you hurriedly looked away, hoping he wouldn't see.

George stepped closer, and you shrunk even further into yourself. Your heart skipped a beat when he gently tilted your chin up to meet his surprisingly soft gaze. “I meant, why do you think I don't love you back?”

You faltered. Was he saying what you thought he was? “Well, I mean, I thought I'd made things super obvious and awkward but you didn't change so I thought you weren't interested.”

George's hand was still on your chin and his thumb rubbed soothingly across your cheek, wiping away the single tear that had spilled. “I thought you weren't interested! You normally go for those muscly gym guys so I figured I'd take whatever I could get with the arm wrestles and stuff, but then you started avoiding me so I thought you were done with it.”

A small laugh escaped you, and he looked at you in confusion. “Have you seen yourself?” Hesitantly, you raised a hand to his bicep, marvelling at finally being able to feel the muscle instead of just staring at it, and more amazed at the way the boy responded to your touch, drifting closer until you were barely inches apart.

“So then why did you run?” His voice was whisper soft against your face, eyes gazing down at you with an overwhelming blend of sincerity, bewilderment and something like longing. His cheeks were tinted as pink as you knew yours were.

“Got flustered.”

“Flustered? You? I don't believe you.” A smile tugged at the edge of his lips, the playfulness you were used to creeping back into his voice. It was such a relief to feel the tension dissipating from the room, to have your George back, that you buried your head in his shoulder with a giggle. He laughed too, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Oh, I see, you really want to do this? Okay, let's see ‘flustered y/n’ at their best.”

You yelped in surprise as his other arm hooked under your legs and swept you off your feet, your arms flying up round his neck for support. His arm was tense across your back but he looked the most relaxed he'd been since he walked in, and he shifted you closer to press a quick kiss to your lips before setting you down on the bed and sitting beside you.

“Lucy's going to be very smug about this, you know,” he nudged you.

“I know,” you whined, burying your face in your hands. “Rock paper scissors for who has to tell her.” George laughed again and placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as you leant into the embrace.

“Is this just a ploy to get more hugs?”

“Is it working?”

In response, he brought his other arm around your waist and kissed your forehead. You smiled, leaning up to kiss him properly, and he reciprocated eagerly.

—

Lucy had left George alone on the steps to your room once you started your confession, giving you both a bit of privacy, and decided when he didn't come back downstairs immediately that things had either gone very badly or very well. She believed, and hoped, that it was the latter. Her suspicions were confirmed when she came to tell you she'd made breakfast and found you fast asleep, wrapped in George's arms.

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Midoriya x reader - confidence and trouble

HEYA, I have yet another idea. So mha boy(s) of ur choice were the reader LOVES herself like they know their powerful and a lowk a BADDIE. And the boy(s) love seeing her be so confident about herself and such😜💪 - Anon💜

Standing with your back against the wall in the training ground, you cracked a small smirk as you listened to the sounds of your classmates training.

“You’re supposed to be training.”

You glanced up at your teacher, giving a small shrug.

“I already know the limits of my quirk All Might, this is pointless training.”

The hero sighed.

“There’s no harm in training some more, I have no doubt you’ll be a strong hero, but you’ve still got a long way to go.”

“You watched the sports festival, do you really believe that?”

“You are full of pride, that isn’t all bad, but s not exactly a good thing.”

You scoffed, bringing a dagger out of your pocket, balancing the tip of your blade on the tip of your finger.

Tossing it up, you grabbed the handle, with a flick of your wrist, you threw it across the training ground, as soon as it hit its mark you followed it.

It only took a couple of seconds for you to appear at the top of training ground, balancing on one of the support beams.

“Get down from there it’s not safe!” All Might scolded.

Picking up your dagger, you walked along the support beam, tossing the dagger up and down in your hand, looking down at the hero.

“Stop telling me you know my strength! You don’t know anything!” You called back down.

You huffed, crossing your arms as you watched all the other students training.

Kirishima gave you a grin and a thumbs up, and you gave one back.

“I love my quirk!” You yelled proudly.

The others all cheered and yelled out with you, and you threw the dagger down, following it to the floor, picking it up you grinned brightly at your teacher.

Aizawa sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at you with a disapproving look.

“You know the rules, you have to train as well.”

You readied your dagger, bracing your feet as you grinned from ear to ear, lunging at your teacher.

He easily avoided your attack, grabbing your arm he threw you to the side, then sighed heavily.

“Stop trying to attack me.”

“Come on! Nobody else in the damn class is fast enough!”

“Train with Midoriya, or Ilda if speed is the problem.”

Throwing a dagger behind him, you tossed another up in the air, when it reached its peak height, you flashed there, grabbing hold of it and you aimed to stomp on your teacher.

“Train with someone else!” He yelled.

Capturing you with his scarf, he dragged you over to Midoriya and dropped you on the floor.

The green haired boy stopped his training, looking at you then the home room teacher confused.

“Train with them, they’re annoying me.”

With that, he walked away, you smirked brightly at your friend, standing up.

“He forgot one.”

“(Y/N)!”

You teleported away, dagger raised as you aimed for your teachers back.

You weren’t actually going to hurt him, and everybody knew that, still, Midoriya acted quickly, using his speed to catch up to you within seconds.

He grabbed you by the back of your jacket throwing you to the side.

You laughed wildly, throwing a dagger, and you pulled another one out of the palm of your hand, throwing them in various places.

“Come and get me Midoriya!”

He followed after you as you teleported you from dagger to dagger, following the same path.

He quickly caught on, and you changed your pattern to keep him thinking.

You two met halfway, and you placed your hands on his shoulders, grabbing his costume you threw him to the ground.

“That’s enough!” Aizawa called out.

You stopped moving around, and you held your hand all, all the daggers flying back towards you, and you caught them all.

“Sit down.” Aizawa said.

You huffed, sitting on the floor, juggling the daggers in your hands to keep yourself busy and he walked over.

He checked over Midoriya before walking over to you, crouching down.

“You need to go easy on your classmates.”

“Then it’s not really training is it?”

“It’s not training if you break their bodies either, you’re fast, you’re strong, but you need to learn to hold back (Y/N). Take Midoriya to see recovery girl.”

Aizawa confiscated the daggers of you, and you stood up, walking over to your friend crouching down in front of him.

“I.. I’m fine!” He rushed out.

“Get on!”

He quickly nodded, climbing in your back, letting you carry him to recovery girl, and you stepped back so she could look at you.

“You need to hold back when training! Both of you!” She scolded.

“Yeah, it’s my fault. I got a little out of hand.”

You looked over at Midoriya, rubbing the back of your head as you grinned a little at him.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to go all out on you, I know I can get carried away but I just love training.”

Midoriya laughed a little bit.

“I can tell, I don’t blame you! You’re amazingly fast!”

You grinned proudly.

“I know! My quirk allows me to create daggers from my bone, which comes out of my hands, because they’re part of me I can move between them.”

“Oh! Like teleportation right?”

“Yeah! When I get close to one of them I come back into sight!”

“Right! I remember now!”

You grinned proudly.

You loved your quirk, everybody knew that, you knew you were powerful, everybody knew that, and you were known to not hold back on anybody.

You wouldn’t cause serious harm to your friends, but you wanted to give it your all, no matter what it was.

You also had a surplus of energy, which meant training for you was more intense to try and burn away and some of the energy you had.

“Anyway, I’m hungry and it’s nearly lunch, see ya later.”

You gave him a wink and walked out of the door.

He blinked a little confused, and didn’t see you again until you came back to the dorms.

Hands in your pockets, you walked through the front door, then you stopped.

“You’re in huge trouble!” Aizawa scolded.

“Catch me first!”

Pulled out a dagger, you threw it behind him, teleporting behind Midoriya, and you gripped the back of his blazer tightly.

You grinned from ear to ear as he tired to move away but couldn’t break free.

“Stop hiding behind him!”

“No!”

Throwing another dagger, you teleported with Midoriya, using him as a human shield against your teachers quirk.

You opened the door.

“Don’t you even think about!”

You pulled Midoriya out with you, then grabbed his hand, running down the path, using your daggers to make you both go faster.

“We’re both going to get in trouble!”

“Nah! You’ll be fine!” You laughed.

“No I won’t!”

You stopped, sliding to a halt, holding his hand to stop him from hitting the ground and you beamed brightly at him as you held him there.

“Come on, Mr Aizawa isn’t gonna be mad at you because I ran off with you. I’ll be in trouble, you’ll be fine.”

You pulled him up, letting go of his hand, and he quickly took a couple of steps away from you.

He nervously scratched the back of his head.

“Don’t you think you should head back before you get in more trouble?”

You waved your hand dismissively at him, walking past him towards the exit of the school.

“I’m already in trouble! I wanna go have some fun!”

“No! We aren’t supposed to leave school grounds!”

“Come on, if anything happens I know I’ll be alright! Nobody can catch me!” You grinned.

Midoriya gave you an unsure look, looking back to the school before turning back to you.

He didn’t want to get into trouble, but he couldn’t let you go alone either in case something happened so he ran after you.

He always admired your confidence from the first day he met you at UA, you knew you were strong, and you weren’t afraid to admit when you in need of help.

You were faster than light half the time, able to move without being seen, that’s one of the reasons you were so strong, you always managed to surprise your opponents.

“Hey (Y/N)?” He asked quietly.

You hummed a little, turning to look at him.

“I want you to teach me how to fight like you!”

Your grin widened.

“Oh hell yeah! With your power and my agility you’ll be an unstoppable hero in no time Midoriya! Let’s go train now!”

Grabbing his hand, you ran straight back towards the school.

One other thing about you?

You loved showing off your quirk, showing people exactly what you would do and why you were going to be a hero.

One day he wanted to have as much confidence as you did, and working with you was going to be his first step into being a confident hero.

He loved how much you loved yourself and you power, and he wanted to learn to love himself that much as well, to not only become a better hero, but he always wanted to ask you on a date some time

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Love all your content, always makes me smile! If it's okay, how about (MK1) Johnny Cage with a babyspace regressor? 💗

Yes of course!!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

⭐️ Yeeeeees!!!! Such a good CG!!!!!

⭐️ He specializes more with toddlers, but absolutely ADORES baby regressors

⭐️ Can and Will carry you EVERYWHERE

⭐ ️He's strong!! Gotta show off how much of a strong Dada he is!! 💪

⭐️ He finds it really funny if you try to flex your muscles after he does, little copycat

⭐️ Shows you off to all his friends when your tiny

⭐️ Like, have you seen his cute little Munchkin? Just in case you haven't, here they are again!! On my hip, looking adorable :D

⭐️ Fashion shows!!!

⭐️ Totally dresses you up in cute outfits and takes pictures (if your okay with it)

⭐️ You get nice pictures too!!! Nice lighting, cutely posing you, you look so adorable 🥺

⭐️ Would love to make a little baby book of your photos if you're chill with it, if not they're saved and locked on his phone

⭐️ You on his hip, twirling as you two look in the mirror and he calls you pretty or handsome :(

⭐️ Favorite CG nicknames are Daddy, Dada, and you just babbling and grabby hands

⭐️ His heart actually melts at your grabby hands (and you can get him to get you anything you want)

⭐️ Thinks your babbling is so funny, and will chuckle and ask you questions

⭐️ I am not saying Johnny is a pushover . . . I am saying that you're just too tiny to actually be naughty!! One look of ‘🥺’ and any type of punishment is out of mind

⭐️ Is more stricter with toddlers or bigger kids, but your just a baby

⭐️ . . . Unless your a bratty baby, then he's not as much of a pushover 😒

⭐️ Wouldn't give you a punishment because your too tiny, maybe if you were a bit older you'd get a timeout

⭐ ️Give him that fork friend- How did you get all the way to the kitchen?! He just sat you down for a nap!

⭐️ Although since your tiny, it's another reason you get away with a bunch of stuff

⭐️ Also a bit of an enabler, especially of pranks (unless it's harmful and such)

⭐️ Unless it's him, no pranking Dada >:(

⭐️ (^ You can easily get away with pranking him as long as you try to act cute, he lets it go every time)

⭐️ Favorite things to call you are Pookie Wooky Baby Bear, Munchkin, Kiddo, Baby Boy/Girl, Pumpkin

⭐️ Really good with diaper regressors, and is super gently through the process

⭐️ You are his baby and there's no reason for you to need a babysitter >:(

⭐️ . . . Is what he'd say if he wasn't so busy :(

⭐️ He's gone for long periods of times, new gigs and having to go out for weeks sometimes

⭐️ Don't worry, you only get the best babysitters!! (Kenshi's on speed dial)

⭐️ He also guesses that he could let his other friends watch you- But he isn't going to like it!! >:(

⭐️ (^ He's just joking, gotta be dramatic so his baby knows he cares <3)

⭐️ Actively encourages playdates even if your a bit too small, maybe you could show them your stuffie!! :D

⭐️ Finds tummy time fun and will buy you a nice playmat for it

⭐️ Tummy time on him? Sign him up!! That sounds adorable!!

⭐️ Also laughs if you try to eat his nose, you just get so cute!!

⭐️ Another active spoiler

⭐️ And how could he not spoil you?! Your so cute and precious 🥺

⭐️ Anything you want, blankies, munchies, stuffies

⭐️ Any Johnny Cage merch? Don't be all shy! He loves the fact you love him, he's awesome, he loves himself too 😎

⭐️ ^ Might tease you when your bigger though, even if he was the one that got you the stuff

⭐️ Any kind of artwork not only gets to go on the fridge, it gets framed too

⭐️ ^ Yes, even your two wobbly lines, you worked so hard on them!! (Before you passed out for naptime-) but still!! :D

⭐️ Very good with naptime and fussy regressors

⭐️ Will gently swaddle you, brush your hair, scratch your head, snuggle all the awakeness out of you

⭐️ And probably fall asleep himself, but I didn't say anything

⭐️ Ugh, he adores baby regressors so, so much <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[hunieday]

Yuki Rabbitube Mini - Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: I saw you two in my dream today

Yuki: Thank you for appearing

Nanase Riku: Huh!? I appeared in your dream!? 😲✨

Yaotome Gaku: I’m kinda happy!

Yaotome Gaku: Do you remember what it was about?

Yuki: Well, it had a strong and vivid impact

Yuki: You were wearing happi coats and twisted headbands as you carried a portable shrine all night long.

Nanase Riku: 

Yaotome Gaku: All night!? That's some dedication.

Nanase Riku: You were completely influenced by Rabbimini weren’t you?!

Yuki: not only did you carry the shrine the entire night, you were also shouting "wasshoi" without a break.

Yaotome Gaku: Why?

Yuki: Who knows. You were the one shouting, Gaku-kun, not me

Yaotome Gaku: No that was me in the dream!?

Nanase Riku: Then let's decide on a reason now! What do you think, Yaotome-san!

Yaotome Gaku: Hmm. Not sure...

Yuki: That’s hilarious. you're seriously thinking about it

Nanase Riku: Maybe saying "wasshoi" increases your power!

Yaotome Gaku: I like that! And it also enhances our sense of unity, so let's go with that!

Nanase Riku: Yippee! 😆 It's decided then, Yuki-san!

Yuki: good for you

Yuki: Just as you two were saying, “let’s aim for the top of Mount Fuji!” I jolted awake. 

Yaotome Gaku: Ain’t that a big scale dream!

Nanase Riku: A festival at the top of Mount Fuji sounds amazing! 🪭✨

Yuki: I bet you’d still have high energy even after climbing

Yuki: I'll just wait down here

Nanase Riku: Then we have to make the festival lively enough for Yuki-san to see us 💪😤

Yaotome Gaku: I wonder if he’ll be able to? Maybe we should set off fireworks

Yuki: Real fireworks? or human fireworks like in rabbimini?

Yaotome Gaku: Please don't call it human fireworks lmao

Nanase Riku: Human fireworks…how about we play that in the background!

Nanase Riku: "Tarumono boys! ~MATSURI~" 🎆🎆🎆

Yaotome Gaku: The way you phrased it…

Yuki: Sounds good. Are they gonna be set off in sync with "wasshoi" too?

Nanase Riku: 

Nanase Riku: That’s gonna be real hard since they keep shouting wasshoi in the second half 😂✨ lol

Yuki: I really wanna see it now. I’ll go back to sleep and see the rest

Yaotome Gaku: You're going back to sleep!?

Yuki: i shouldn’t... let's listen to Matsuri for now

Yuki: It's a great song. Yamato-kun sounds very energetic

Nanase Riku: Yamato-san always looks happy while performing it live! He always holds a large fan, he’s so lively >u<🪭

Yuki: You must have a ton of fun performing it live too, Gaku-kun.

Yaotome Gaku: It's hella fun!

Yaotome Gaku: Riding a trolley and seeing fans' smiles up close makes it really easy to join in. You can feel a growing sense of unity and excitement alongside the audience.

Yuki: The "wasshoi" chant solves all problems

Nanase Riku: I have an idea! How about we sing it together next time? I wanna go to karaoke!

Yuki: Sounds fun. who will take which part?

Yaotome Gaku: I’m gonna take any part that’s not mine since it’s a special occasion!

Nanase Riku: Oh! Can I try your part, Yaotome-san? I want to say "appare...😏” It sounds fun 💪

Yaotome Gaku: Hell yeah! Looking forward to the Nanase Version of "appare"

Yuki: What about you, Gaku-kun. maybe nagi-kun's part?

Nanase Riku: I wanna hear it!!!!

Yaotome Gaku: I’ll put my heart and soul on the "Ladies and gentlemen!!" part! What about you, Yuki-san?

Yuki: I'll go with Yamato-kun’s part. I'll bring glasses and shout "now, it's a festival!!" though I might run out of energy right at the start

Yuki: I’m glad nobody took Mitsuki-kun’s part. I’m planning to give that to Momo

Nanase Riku: so you decided…! Tho I’m sure Momo-san will do that part very well! Especially the part where you laugh “Ha ha ha ha ha” real loud!

Nanase Riku: 

Yuki: 

Yaotome Gaku: Should we bring happi coats or headbands while singing?

Yuki: huh?

Yaotome Gaku: Oh, headbands might be better than happi coats after all

Yuki: are you really that into it?

Nanase Riku: I think it’s a great idea! Our office presidents performed a TRIGGER song the other day, they sang and even dressed up like them >:)👍

Yuki: Isn't Takanashi Production amazing?

Yaotome Gaku: Sorry, I've gotten too used to that kind of thing lmao

Yuki: Okay. let's carry a portable shrine while we’re at it

Nanase Riku: Huh!?

Yaotome Gaku: A portable shrine!?

Yuki: The NEXT Re:vale spirit has been ignited. We can't lose to Takanashi Production.

Nanase Riku: Our agency is amazing for setting Re:vale on fire ‼

Yaotome Gaku: How are we even gonna bring it to karaoke...? should we rent the place?

Yuki: I told you the NEXT Re:vale spirit is awake. we'll do it on the show

Yuki: Since it's the very last Rabbimini, let's gather all 16 of us and have a "Rabbimini Thank You Festival." what do you think?

Nanase Riku: Th-that's awesome...!

Yaotome Gaku: As expected of Re:vale...!

Yuki: If we're gonna do this then let's have a full-fledged festival. We gotta set up stalls, which ones do you want?

Nanase Riku: Ohhh!! I'm torn!! Maybe candy apples or baked potatoes...

Nanase Riku: Cotton candy!! I wanna make cotton candy!! i’m so excited to spin it around and make fluffy candy!

Yaotome Gaku: Then I'll make yakisoba! we did it in Rabbimini too. I'll cook up some delicious soba!

Nanase Riku: Yaotome-san cooking on a griddle, so cool...! ✨

Yaotome Gaku: Thanks. I think you'd look good making cotton candy

Yuki: I'll be in charge of the mask stall. Sitting sounds comfortable

Nanase Riku: Please make one of Kokona-chan too!

Yuki: Sure thing. I know a kid who’d be happy with it

Yaotome Gaku: Can you make Saddle man too? I know a few guys who’d like that!

Yuki: who...?

Nanase Riku: It's a character from a game Tamaki’s playing! 😳

Yuki: A game...? Is his face a saddle...?

Yaotome Gaku: You don't know "Seventh Riders"?

Yuki: I don't know... I wonder if they’re supposed to be riding something…

Nanase Riku: Yes! Saddle doesn’t wear anything on his head 😳 his face is half hidden though!

Yuki: he’s in a biker gang?

Yaotome Gaku: nuh-uh, It's not a bike it's a bicycle!

Yuki: he’s a pervert?

Yaotome Gaku: lmao

Yaotome Gaku: I'm explaining it poorly, but from an outsider's perspective he sure is a weird character lmao 

Nanase Riku: We have no other choice but to spread the word, Yaotome-san! 🔥

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah. Rokuya knows a lot about that sorta thing right? We should ask him how to spread propaganda

Yuki: that sounds terrifying... make sure the room is well-lit.

Yuki: But anyways, the Rabbimini Thank You Festival sounds like it'll be a blast. I'll talk to Momo about it and call you later

Nanase Riku: Yes!! Looking forward to it 🥳

Nanase Riku:

Yaotome Gaku: 

Yuki: 

[shiemori-writes]

could i request some hcs of the octotrio + leona with a gn!s/o that's more powerful than them? like in magic and/or strength (it's up to you whether reader is yuu or not.)

i love your writing so much! keep up the good work :D

✰ Stronger than you!!

how the fish mafia and cat boy react when youre THE alpha male‼️‼️😈 THE QUEEN‼️�� the absolute drip💪💪💪

characters: leona, azul, floyd, jade

includes: crack, lighthearted teasing + bickering bc YES, fluff (though more on the crack side,, apologies dearest anon!) and ofc, gender neutral and sfw!

notes: im in sm pain shark week can go die anyways enjoy mwa mwa i decided to make the reader yuu bc thats easier to write! 🫶

✎ Leona Kingscholar!!

Hah? Some little herbivore managed to beat him? Now this he's gotta see

At first tbh hes mostly annoyed, heavily so, some random herbivore just decided to mosey on over and be all strong huh? What's next youre gonna go all-enemies-to-lovers-slowburn 100k words on him?

gosh damn i-

Ok real talk! he most likely doesnt, and wont care, at least not for quite some time

If some herbivore wants to beat him, then go, he barely has the time nor energy deal with it besides being mildly irritated

What he didnt anticipate for however, was to become closer to you

Whether that be platonically or romantically, he does come to realize you had become someone he cherishes, even if he doesn't want to admit it outright yet.

So the annoyance turns into admiration

(and teasing, dear sevens you will receive so much teasing from this man)

Expect him to teasingly challenge you into fights if you ever catch him during his spelldrive practice, and if you agree, sevens know he wont hold back

you can tell how much fun he's having competing with you, he hasnt felt motivation in a long time and you single-handedly made him grin, whether you lost the match or not he'll always have a teasing remark prepared

Overall he genuinely respects you, with how competetive and tiresome this school can be, he admires your skill, and how you can hold your head high, thats his herbivore alright

"Hah, great work herbivore, that was pretty impressive, still far from beating me though,~ now c'mon, im tired, lets go nap. You can go flaunt your skills later"

✎OCTORIO!!

✎ Azul Ashengrotto !!

Most likely was very tempted to drag you into a contract just to get said abilities, man held himself back to an intense degree ooooh boy

Envious, but knows when praise is due,

(even if said praise if back handed and most likely an attempt to scam you, wow zuzu so nice)

Will try to beat you, flaunting his skills infront of you as if a nonverbal way of telling you "he's better"

Eventually gets knocked off his high horse during his whole overblot-situation and stops pursuing his so called 'one sided rivalry' as floyd calls it

Starts to become more curious of your abilities and asks more questions, you two sharing nifty tips and tricks too!

(for a fee, of course,)

(said fee is visiting the monstro lounge to see him, psh softie)

The closer you two become, the less he minds and the more he appreciates your skill

After all, the twins cause enough destruction on a daily basis, having you by his side causes his stress levels to decrease incredibly low

(at this point he's just trying to convince you to join octavinelle for the sake of his sanity)

Hes more genuine with the compliments as time goes by, (blushy blushy octomer aww)

but at the same time not missing the competetive spark that he had when he met you, he's still willing to compete with you after all, only time time in a more "civil manner"

"My my, what marvelous skills you have prefect! perhaps you would be interested in...hm? No im not fishing you into another contract!..Although...I wouldn't refuse on the offer, my of course im joking. What do you think of me?"

✎ Floyd Leech !!

NOW ISNT LITTLE SHRIMPY SO ADORABLE

Bro run 😨 im saying it rn RUN FOR YOUR LIFE BC HES INTERESTED AND WONT LEAVE YOU ALONE ANYTIME SOON

At first he was a bit annoyed, cant have a little shrimp be better than him now could he?

But floyd being, well, floyd, didnt really mind much upon finding out it was his shrimpy! (he has claimed you yes this isnt kidnapping)

In fact, he didnt care at all to be honest, he'll still squeeze the life outta ya, strong or not! hehehe <3

Loves to pester and torment you for fun or as he calls it, playing, challenging you every second to a game of some sorts to "test shrimpy!"

If you're the type of person who's strong physically then floyd will swoon i tell you and will most likely ask to be carried by you 24-7

(yes youre carrying him like a princess)

(no shrimpy this isnt embarrassing go faster cmon!)

The best way to motivate him is you tbh, he can be having his moodswings and jade or azul could casually mention you and suddenly hes fired up!!!

(not for work tho, so azuls still mad but shh)

Overall, doesnt really mind, in fact he'll even brag to you to others probably, talking about his little shrimpy being so so strong and how theyre just little guppies compared to you (and him) >:)

"HEHEHEHE shrimmmpy~~~ let's play! Huh? What do you mean you're not in then mood? Cmonnnn!!! youre strong arent cha? Im bored! We can compete to see whos stronger!! I wont let you win this time, too! Loser gets to do my night shift at the monstro lounge!"

Jade Leech

Oh? Fufufu..How amusing

When I say run I say RUN

Like Floyd, Jade is heavily interested in you, seemingly curious to your skills and strengths, wanting to observe and see for himself how strong you could really be, and my my do you not disappoint!

( tbh he treats u like a lab experiment for awhile /hj )

While he and his brother are known to be polar opposites, theyre more alike than people give them credit for, because just like Floyd, Jade liked to stick with more interesting people, and boy have you piqued his interest greatly

While he thought you were rather dull at first, your strenght definitely intrigued him, even more so when you're just a freshman

You wouldnt see it in his face as he remained his composure because, well, he's Jade after all, but the surprised look he gives for a brief second was there and you swear left and right you saw it

Regaining his composure rather quickly, his suprised face curved into am amused smile,

"My my aren't you interesting? Perhaps you can spare some time and visit monstro lounge later? I'll be working on my shift, of course but you can always talk to me," he said, a polite smile painted on his features

"Oh, and, feel free to bring your little first yeae group with you too, fufufu~"

As the two of you got closer though, it would be less of him treating you like some sort of creature and more of him praising your skills

(knowing full well it flustered you)

(bastard)

He does admire your skill though, no matter how his teasing remarks feel, you can tell hes being genuine when he casts a fond look through your direction

[pfhwrittes]

Welding anon here, I technically didn’t complete the program bc I am missing a single credit, which is fine by me because I ended up switching up and going into agriculture instead, which I am much happier to be in and I just got my degree for it. I don’t regret taking that program because I enjoyed the work (best I can describe it? It was almost like piping a cake) but I was the only girl in the room, not usually a problem for me but the guys didn’t talk to me at all and it was soul crushingly isolating

I always pictured him as a welder bc ye he has massive beefy arms and him being an explosives expert, I could see him enjoying the sparks and the process of creating something durable and strong. Both require a good bit of math, (not to mention shooting math which I still struggle with too) Just seems like a dude who finds fulfillment in difficult, heavy precision work. All those scars on his arms too… yea he’d be a hot welder, all sweaty and bit dirty and smelling like steel. Would make you a welded flower bouquet and it would look immaculate

I did also dabble in wood working (not carpentry. If ur curious I was making bee hives bc I was a bee keeper for a time and my company was so small I had to learn how to do everything) price is so carpenter core. He would smell like freshly cut wood, just a bit smokey and strong. I can just picture saw dust absolutely filling his pockets and trailing it around everywhere by accident. Carpenters always have really calloused, rough, strong hands and that’s just so him. Obsessed with carpenter price ngl.

I’m kinda redneck as fuck and I have the obsessed with being outside flavour of autism. I do have buff arms too 💪 (sorry this is a long ask sorry)

welding anon (or maybe i should just call you buff 💪 anon because hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah) please do not ever apologise for long asks. i love long asks. i cherish long asks. i cherish you for sending me a long ask.

firstly, the guys on your course SUCK for making you feel isolated. i get it on some level as i've been the only non-cis person on-site before. i know i've been lucky as i am technically a plumbing nepo-baby so any other shit has been shut down hard by my mum but more often than not she's the only woman on-site. thankfully she's got something like 40 years experience working with the guys she works with so she knows everyone and their children (and all the gossip, tradies are incorrigible gossips and i love it so much).

secondly, fuck yeah to finding something you love doing! i'm incredibly proud of you for getting your degree! go you! and also you're an incredibly talented multi-skilled individual, be proud of yourself for all the skills you have (welding, woodworking, beekeeping!!!).

thirdly, it's official you've converted me into a welder!soap person. you're absolutely correct. he would love welding. sparks + maths + methodical + challenging = welder!soap. he'd be so cheesy about giving you a metal flower bouquet too. excuse me for a minute while i think about sweaty soap with big beefy arms. oooooh boy 😵‍💫

finally, you are entirely correct that carpenter!price would smell so good. ugh, the smell of cut wood is addictive and definitely one of my most favourite smells in the world (i am that person that lingers in the timber yard in a B&Q just to get a whiff of the cut pine). carpenter!price would love his sweetheart fussing over his callouses and rubbing hand cream into his hands before bed every night, you can't tell me he wouldn't. i think the fact that he smells so good definitely makes up for the fact that you'd be fishing pencils and sawdust out of his pockets every time you did laundry. plus you'd have the most beautiful kitchen cabinets that are the envy of all your friends just because he wanted to give the kitchen a "spruce up" (side note: never trust a tradie to do their own DIY, you WILL end up living in a half-finished construction site for over 2 years).

[ishuess]

Ishan gave an interview about his mental health and future game plans today. I got truly emotional while I read the article. His genuineness and helplessness in the past few months were evident in his answer. Equally he exhibited strength, resilience and passion for the game in his statements. The boy has always been very humble, accepting his mistakes and promising to work on them and taking credit where he deserves.

He showcased true spirit of the game and love for country in this T20 wc by supporting the team keeping aside all the grudges (unlike few). From Ashwin to Siddhu to Raina, everyone has always praised him for his game as well as his attitude whether on the benches or on the field.

It was about time, mental health became a subject of talk in sports industry. Even in my school the P.E teacher talked about mental health in sports. I'm truly and wholly inspired by each and every word of Ishan. Despite so many struggles, that boy kept his head down working on himself not uttering a word against any injustice.

Also I loved the special mention of Rishabh Pant. He's so sweet to appreciate Pant like that. They have been like brothers since u-19. I loved how Ishan accepted the challenges and competition with head strong strength.

Idk how to tell God, to bless him with lots and lots of success, health and happiness. But still that God sees all and gives you fruitful results for your hard works.. Bhagwan Ishan pe sadaa meherbaan rahe bass.

Pucchu Aaj tu nahi hota toh main bhi nahi hoti shayad. Tereko support krte krte tune meri mental health ko bhi anchor kiya hai. Tujhse personally mere dher saare hugs, kisses and cuddles mere bhaii...I wish I could meet u this Thursday but sadly miss hogya par dw waiting to see u in Indian blue mere sher mere cheeteh. Nazar naage tujhe kisi ki bhi mere Veera. 🧿❤️‍🩹✨😤🔱💪

Kanhaiya aur Mahaakaal ab toh meri prathna sunn lo kitna intezaar karaoge..Sunn lo na plzzzz🙏🙏🙏🙏

Dropping the link of the interview. Go check it out

[bberetd]

Now it's YOUR turn for a writing prompt 🫵

💪 - bridal carry with Mario/Daisy (as a ship if that's okay, or as friends if it's not) or Luigi/Daisy if you'd prefer that ship.

OR

🩸 - patching up a wound with Mario/Daisy (ship or friends, whichever you'd prefer doing)

oop 😳

i'll go for 💪 and I'm gonna try Mario/Daisy! They'll still retain the dynamic I established in my headcanons, but add in a pinch of pining Daisy (and mayhaps a pining Mario ;))

==

Mario knew it would happen. In what world did Daisy think she could drive around Luigi's circuit while standing on her motorcycle? And with her dress? He swore if she weren't as beautiful as she was, he would've been facepalming a lot harder.

Daisy knew exactly what was coming. Mario had been racing on the track with her when the accident happened. He was going to come over and go on and on about telling her so, that she was careless to have steered the motorcycle to the dash panels. She didn't even remember what she was trying to prove. She just knew she had to get up quickly and walk off her injuries before she wouldn't hear the end of it from Mario. But it was too late; she could already hear his distinct footsteps rushing in the grass.

"Daisy-"

"I'm fine. I just..." Daisy grabbed onto the nearby fence, squeezing her eyes shut at the surprisingly great effort it took to stand up. Why does it hurt so much? Where's my crown? Is Mario gone? Please go away, Mario.

Daisy heard a dreaded crack coming from her leg. Shit-

Daisy's knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the ground once again. She didn't even want to see the damage waiting for her underneath her skirts. She grumbled more expletives, sitting back up to go for attempt number two. But before she could do so, she felt one arm around her waist, and another go under her legs, easily lifting her up from the ground. She looked up to come face-to-face with Mario, a little too close. But she supposed Mario didn't feel the same, because he just smiled gently at her.

"You can ask for help, you know. I'm not in your life just for decoration."

Daisy blinked a few times before hesitantly bringing her arms around Mario's shoulders. She strangely found it hard to tear her eyes away from those royal blue eyes. "Eh heh... right."

Mario's smile grew. He adjusted Daisy in his arms, pulling her closer. "Come on. I'm taking you to your castle to get ya fixed up."

"On foot?" Daisy's eyes widened. "Sarasaland is practically lightyears away from here!"

"Won't be a problem. I've walked further." Boy have I walked further. "Besides, you're lighter than a feather."

Daisy gawked. "I am not! I am perfectly in the range of weight for women my age." She huffed, crossing her arms. "You're just strong as hell for no reason."

"D'aww, you think I'm strong?" Mario cooed, getting close to Daisy's face to tease her. "Am I your big, strong, dashing cavalier?"

Daisy's face became a brighter red at the closer proximity of their faces. She hissed and turned her head, pretending to frantically claw at his face to back him up. "Never in a billion years! Caviar is disgusting! Sushi is way better."

Mario stifled a laugh, forgetting she didn't know the meaning of the word. He noticed that she didn't exactly deny what he said before that, but he'd keep that to himself for now; he had a hurt princess in his arms. "Okay then, Princess. I'll be your big and strong sushi. And by the way, I'm taking you on my kart, not walking. Seems all logic escaped that pretty little head of yours when you took that hit."

Pretty? Daisy shook her head, willing her face to not be as red as Mario's cap. "Whatever. Just take me back to my castle."

Mario gave Daisy an expectant look with a raised eyebrow.

"....pleeeeeeaaaaseeeeeeeee?"

He smiled, and pulled Daisy close to his chest once again and walking to his kart. Ti ho presa, bellezza.

[nahoney22]

Hi! Your writing makes my giddy. It looks like requests are open, so if you wouldn’t mind, how about the Bad Batch (maybe plus Rex and Gregor) and if they had a significant other who is muscular, just totally jacked. SFW and gender neutral, please. Even if you don’t write it, I wish you happy days!

Strong Significant Other

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys + Rex and Gregor X GN!Reader

As the request asks ♥️

Warnings: none, mentions of muscular gender neutral reader. Fluff and a little mention of competitiveness.

Masterlist

A/N: thank you for the kind words and sorry for the wait! They’re a little short as my mind doesn’t like to work atm 😒 but enjoy ♥️

Echo 💪

Echo didn’t think much of it first. Obviously he saw how well-built you were especially around the arm area but it wasn’t until he witnessed you carry two heavy crates with weaponary that made his skin tingle excitedly.

He was in awe and before you got in a relationship he would admire your strength in silent admiration. He is not at all threatened that you are probably stronger than him as he adores you all the same.

Tech 💪

Tech acknowledges your strength almost immediately and sees it as a tactical tool for missions in the future. However, when things start to form between the two of you he treats you no different.

Don’t be shocked if he asks for your hand in replacement of Wrecker when it comes to heavy repairs on his ship as he loves speaking to you of them all. And at the same time, you can help rip out ship components he needs whilst you listen to him babble about whatever he desires.

Wrecker💪

Obsessed. In both a good and bad way.

When you first joined the squad he had a horrible feeling he was going to be replaced when he saw how defined your muscles were. He stayed silent for once and watched your strength in action on the battle field but when he discovers you’re not as strong as he is, he’s a little smug.

There was slight competitiveness when it came between the two of you which he started (of course) by asking if you could lift this or watch him lift that and so on. But, you mutually bonded because of it! His pride in his muscles is still at the top and he really likes having a strong partner too. It makes gym a lot more exciting too.

Hunter💪

When he first laid his eyes on the muscles in your calves and thighs, his head nearly explodes. You had both been dating for a while but for some reason it has only taken a few months to fully notice how jacked you were… and he loves it!

You were both sparring and he was a little surprised when you knocked him on his rear a good few too many times that he had reached out to grab your leg to pull you down but instead grabbed shear muscle.

“Oh, wow! Work out much?” He chuckles warmly to which you shrug playfully.

“Just a bit.”



Crosshair 💪

Now this guy is a little more complicated. He acts unbothered by your strength and defined features but he is a little jealous. He knew he was always on the leaner and slim side - still muscular but clearly not as much as you were.

He always had a snappy remark about anyone he meets but with you? No. He is in awe and when he’s scoping ahead and keeping targets off your back, he sometimes gets distracted when he sees you rip a clankers head clean off without as much as a grunt. He would smirk and nod his head approvingly. “That’s my cyare.”

Rex 💪

Truthfully, Rex did not notice how jacked you were until one day he is walking by one of the gyms on Kamino when he spots you through the window, lifting weights that he knew he definitely could not lift himself. His eyes widen in quiet surprise and he observed you for a moment too long because when you caught him staring, his cheeks caught aflame and he scampers off as if he was on a man on an important mission. But, he was very impressed with what he saw.

When the two of you get together eventually, you like to tease him about that day you caught him gawping at you to which he only replies; ‘can you blame me? You looked incredible’.

Gregor 💪

This handsome man is strictly infatuated with your body. Not only your face but your physique would send his mind whirling and sometimes he would act like an excitable pup when he sees you do something impressive.

Although he can do a lot of stuff himself, he would be his cheeky self and ask if you could ‘lift’ something for him but that’s just to see you at work and admire your strength.

He always reminds you on how lucky, amazed and bewildered by how incredible you look. On your low days, he is always there to give you lots of love and attention and would offer a massage if you’re ever feeling tense. To be fair, this man could not take his eyes and hands off of you.

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[dasturdlydangerousduck]

Top 10 reasons why you SHOULD love and simp over Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck!!

Number 10: His Durabiity 💪

This dude literally survived a point blank explosion of TMT, a large piano dropped on his body, and a LARGE amount of electricity set at the highest level CONCURRENTLY, and can STILL throw down with Jim Sterling afterwards! If that isn't badass than I don't know what is!!

Number 9: His Revamped Costume... 🥵🔥 🦹‍♂️

Two words. Skin. Tight. For those chiseled muscles of his... Besides that, his costume is one of the coolest designs for a super duck ever! He really knows how to fight crime in style!!

Number 8: His Casual Fashion Sense

Pretty much everything I said on number 9 and then some!! THIS MAN PULLS OFF PURPLE/PINK-ISH CLOTHES VERY WELL!! AND THOSE SUNGLASSES JUST SHOWS HOW HANDSOME HE REALLY IS!!

Number 7: He's A Great and Supportive Friend

Despite his lack of awareness that Fenton is Gizmoduck, Drake is still a great friend to him, supporting him all the way through thick and thin, even calling him buddy in the Let's Get Dangerous special!!

He'll be there to help support his friends and family in any way possible, no matter the cost!!

Number 6: He's a Kid at Heart!

Drake is devoted fan through and through, and it goes to show that even the most manly of men can be kids at the end of the day!! His naivety is also a rare treat that is very rarely seen in heros and adds to his cuteness!!

Number 5: He's Great with Kids!!

Drake's dreams were all about inspiring kids everywhere by becoming Darkwing, and that clearly shows with how he acts around Gos! He does everything he can to make sure that she gets the best in life, even to the point of extreme exhaustion just to make her happy. Kids are his life, and Drake really is a great dad...

Number 4: He is STACKED... 🥵

No need to explain myself. This boi's muscle game is on point! Especially those pecs... No wonder he can survive the amount of stuff that is thrown his way!! 💪😎

Number 3: HIS SUPER PINCHABLE CHEEK FEATHERS!!!🤗

He may be a strong and built boi, but those cheek feathers must feel like heaven!! THE WAY IT FLOPS AROUND IS SOOOOOO ENTICING!!! HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT TO SQUEEZE!!!

Number 2: He's both Handsome and adorable... 🥺🥰

JUST LOOK AT HIS FACE!!! LOOK AT HIS PRECIOUS PRECIOUS FACE!!! HE'S SUCH A HANDSOME, DREAMY, ADORABLE, INNOCENT BOI!! HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO A FACE LIKE THAT?!?!

Number 1: He is literally the sweetest person in the world... 😇🥰🥰🥰🥰

You would think that an actor like Drake would be as stuck-up as his protege Jim Starling, but that couldn't be further from the truth!! Drake is literally the most caring and infectiously lovable duck ever!! He always wants to make things better for everyone and always goes above and beyond to love and protect the people he cares about whether it be Launchpad, Gosalyn, Fenton, or the entire world!! And while his ego could be fixed up a bit, his personality more than makes up for his faults. Besides, Darkwing was always egotistical. You could say he's just playing his character down to a tee!!

Those are my reasons for why Drake is my favorite DT17 character of all time and why you should love and respect him!!

[ronanlynchbf]

thank u for the tag @lesbianjudasiscariot <33333!!!!! shuffle ur spotify on repeat playlist & let it predict the coming year – the first 12 songs represent ur 2024 this is actually so fun i LOOOOOVE music tag games so much. insert that i love music music is life music is everything twitter thread.

january – the man who sold the world by david bowie; reconnection with my former self ABSOLUTELYYYY 💪💪💪 starting off great

february – point and kill by little simz; basically saying "whatever i want, i'm gonna get it" if u bring the song down to its bare essentials (disregarding all of the cultural references and experiences bc i'm not nigerian and i can't apply them to myself). so if we're going off of basics irt song meaning we're still going strong 👍

march – shadow (i'm breaking down) by destroy boys; noooooo we're going downhill

april – stick season by noah kahan; well. we're officially at the low point i guess 😞

june – (you) on my arm by leith ross; basically longing for and longing to be with someone...coincides with how i usually feel around june/summer actually so. probably accurate.

july – this is why by paramore; well okay 😐

august – lava lamp by lolo zouaï; i knew this one was gonna make the list i've played this sm since it came out but what the song's about.. basically i'm in a relationship that i'm not satisfied with. ellipsis ellipsis ellipsis

september – not my fault by reneé rapp and megan thee stallion; FUN TIMES AND CONFIDENCE HELL YEAH 🙏

october – the moon will sing by the crane wives; well if this song prediction has told me anything it's that romantic relationships will NOT work out for me..

november – imaginando by eno, morad, and mero; (banger song btw) this one is about resilience and the power of dreaming/imagining from what little i can personally understand from it, so we're definitely back on the uptick 👆 and in my birthday month!

december – tv by alex g; an absent father and suppressing feelings...

well we're not closing off with a bang that's for sure but i think overall this in its entirety isn't THAT bad 😎💪

tagging @miseria-fortes-viros @musicscum @mnwlk @miufilm & @dickggansey IF u all want to <333!!!

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[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 29 !!!

we're in the second half of season 2 batchersss (was gonna say were in the end game now but I'll save that for tomorrow 😫)

The Bad Batch 2x09

her voice 🥲 she sounds so down it hurts

"sounds dangerous" *giggles* ilysm Wrecker 💕

Hunter sniffing dirt again hehe

Tech says "without Echo" and Omega immediately droops her head 😫

creeper peekin 👀

I love how Wrecker was carrying the case with one hand and Hunter needs two and keeps adjusting it 💪

Wrecker checking in on Omega 🤲

oop Omega dramatic sigh count 👀

Hunter lifting Omega up 🥺

"chain reaction, explosion got it 🙄" tbb dealing with teenage fett mood swings now

gentle hands 🤲

that is not your ship kid 👀

Hunter slams the highly dangerous explosives into the ground lmaooo

Hunter hearing the ship power up !!! his turns so fast and jumps over the stairs 🙌

the bickering batch

they're literally all so feral at each other rn 😮

Wrecker giving Omega water first 🥺

she's calling Echo for help 😭

Tech knows he disabled his comms... have they been chattin 👀

Hunter's senses on fire this ep 👌

Hunter pushing Omega in front of him and steering her out of the way 🙌

the Lion King ???

Tech: "protect the ipsium!" Wrecker: bruh 😑

the ipsium survived Hunter slamming it on the ground I'm sure it'll be fine

Wrecker: "why don't you carry it 😠" Tech: "fine" lolol

Tech is so strong omg he carried it like Wrecker 👀

Omega needs something to cover her face in this sandstorm 🥲 give her a helmet

THEY'RE SO SHITTY BOYS CALM DOWN !!!

Omega bby someone hug her !!!!! 😫😭

"what is your issue" 💔

how soft Hunter said her name 🥺🤲

Tech doesnt understand the emotional connection she has to everything but they probably all struggle to see that being soldiers, they're taught to let go of things, stay in the moment to be able to be the best they can, she's just a kid who wants her brother and her home back after just losing everything, I can completely understand both sides of this 🥲 I'm blabbing and it's not making sense anymore 🙃

"thats not the only mistake you need to fix" Hunter's dad mode applies to Tech now too

Tech: "but she said she wanted to be alone" 🥺

they're getting so much better at the whole dad/big brother thing 💕

Tech said her name so gently 😭

Omega and Tech having the same ideas 🥰

"I am fully aware you are capable of the task" 🥺

TECH BLINDLY FOLLOWING OMEGA WHEN SHE FALLS MY HEART

oop I forgot the 😫 Tech falls count: we're on 5 now

THE WAY HE GRABS HER IN THE WATER OML 😭 he was so desperate to save her

Hunter sensing they're in trouble 👀

Not only do I love Hunter's senses but I also love how aware they all are of him, like they all question him every time he pauses or looks off at something, they're all just so aware of each other 💕

Tech and Omega lying down out of the water 🤲

Tech emptying the water from his glasses !! 🥺

"we are alive" ~ bro I love how often he responds like this I can't wait to hear it again hehehe

Omega's wet droopy hair is getting so long 🥺

"the narrow crevasse" i love the way he talks he's so fancy 💅

Putting a bunch of quotes in bc they're iconic 💕

Omega: "everything is changing and you don't even care"

Tech: "I am not sure how I should care about change, it is a fundamental part of life"

Tech: "I am aware that you miss him, but we have to adapt and move on. That's what soldiers do."

Omega: "we're more than that. We're a family aren't we?"

Tech: "yes of course we are"

Omega: "why don't you act like it?"

Tech: "Echo chose a different path, as did Crosshair. I have to respect their decision. Even though it can be difficult to understand, we must carry on. I may process moments and thoughts differently, but it does not mean that I feel any less than you"

I have to put it all in bc this scene means so much to me 🥺🤲💕

Wrecker's scream and the big *fwosshhh* landing in the water vs Hunter's tiny *bloop*

Omega's wave 🫶

the way Hunter just tosses Tech's stuff out of the water and he's still holding Omega's bow is the difference between brother and dad

wet hair Hunter when 👀

Omega "see that wasn't so bad" Wrecker: 👍

Tech being almost as precise as Crosshair 💕

Tech and Omega looking at each other 👀🤲

Hunter noticing somethings different with Omega now after talking with Tech 🥺

CID 🔫 I want to hunt her for sport fr 😈

Omega quoting Tech 💕💕💕💕

oooohhhh this ep holds a special place in my heart fr

[joocomics]

Whrjekw it's been SO long since I've sent in a hard thought

tbf I was super busy and super sick, still at lol but first it was a cancer diagnosis (I only have one more chemo treatment then I should be free so wish me luck) now spring allergies??😭🙏

anyway I noticed you've been doing a lot of piwon smut and I can almost never find piwon smut so.. opinions on sub!jiung and bondage/overstim??🫢 I personally was never able to see jiung as a dom/hard!dom cuz he's just too cute

anyway live laugh love p1harmony I'm going to see them in concert in July cuz make a wish came in clutch💪 (btw I am 18 make a wish will still give u a wish if ur 18, just wanted to clarify that cuz on another persons page sm1 sent an anon saying I might be a minor)

-🌀anon <3

hello, anonie!! <3 i’m sorry to hear you’ve been going through a difficult time! i sincerely hope things are getting better and i wish you good luck with your treatment 🩷 stay strong and take care of yourself always!! also, ty for clarifying your age, and i hope you have a great time at the concert ~

sub bf!jiung is ready to bare overstimulation for as long as you wish. extra fun from things like bondage, handcuffs or blindfold turns him on even more especially after he sees how excited you are to use them on him. his eyes literally sparkle as you tie him up to the bed from lust and adoration for you. he always lets you know beforehand that he’ll be on his best behaviour, and he keeps his promise every time earning himself sweet rewards and praises

sub bf!jiung gains big pleasure from gentle touches, being praised and appreciated for the good boy he is. he loves having his nipples sucked as you make him cum through slow motions of your hand, and keep going after he makes a mess on his stomach. he’s obedient and never dares to tell you what to do or when - he always waits to receive what you decide he deserves, but also, he enjoys it when you take things slow and make him anticipate what will follow

sub bf!jiung is whiny and babbles uncontrollably. he’s not ashamed to beg at all, he does it constantly for the smallest things, because he’s addicted to your touch and can never get enough. he never forgets to say thank you whenever you give him what he’s asked for, and that he’s lucky to have you… even when he’s a mess with teary eyes and knuckles white from his tight fists hanging from the ropes