#that kid was so rude to her too and it was very uncomfortable to watch

[revoleotion]

just remembered last piano lesson where I watched my teacher try to convince a kid to play Für Elise next, and the kid was REALLY not having it ("the sheets look weird", "it's boring", "ehhh do I have to??")

And when the kid stood up to leave, my teacher turned to me, so I said to the kid, "it's a great piece to play, I promise!!"

Because I couldn't say "don't disrespect the lawlicht theme song, you little bastard"

[tender-rosiey]

Hi!! Loving dad! gojo :)

I love ballet and I love gojo, so could you do gojo bringing his cute little daughter to ballet class please?

twirl — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: hehe I am so happy dad!gojo is getting some love; hope you enjoy

“you got your water bottle?”

“mhm!”

“your shoes?”

“yup!”

“did you give mommy a kiss?”

“yeah!”

“good girl; now, do a twirl.”

she excitedly does as told and squeals in happiness when satoru picks her up and spins her around, “that’s my pretty little princess!”

he gently puts her down and she holds his index finger. he blows you a kiss then bends to tell her, “say bye to mommy.”

“bye, mommy! I love you!”

you chuckle, “I love you too, sweetie! have fun!”

and so satoru embarks on a journey to d/n’s ballet class.

the car ride is full of d/n’s favorite songs accompanied by her dad’s horrible singing that she somehow likes.

when he gets there, he notices that he is the only dad there, save for two other cool dads.

the mothers are also completely enamored by satoru, and while another time he would boast in the attention, his priority right now is his daughter, his daughter that looks very scared and nervous.

he sits on the ground so he is at eye level with her, “what’s up, pretty?”

she pads her way into his arms, and he instantly embraces her. he gently pats her back, and the last thing on his mind is how uncomfortable the position is for him. her little hands clutch his shirt, “what if I do bad?”

“I know you will do amazing,” he grins and squishes her cheeks, “and even if you do, mistakes are okay, and most importantly, daddy’s always here to save the day!”

d/n nods with a small smile. she gives him a tight hug, before she pulls back and starts fidgeting with her fingers. she looks up to him with matching azure eyes, “can you dance with me?”

he abruptly stands up then points at a small boy, “get me a tutu!”

and that’s how you found your husband killing it with d/n on her ballet class.

they did have to put him further away from the kids because of his gigantic legs, but he is still having the time of his life. d/n is also very entertained with her dad and is trying to copy his every move, completely forgetting about the ballet teacher.

the mothers are also very amused by the act, with some nudging their husbands to do the same. little do they know that satoru is unmatched in whatever he tries, especially when he is trying to impress his little princess.

she starts squealing and jumping in place, “daddy, you’re so cool!”

he spins around before stopping to peck her cheek, “thank you, cutie!”

“satoru, what are you—?”

“wifey!” he screams before launching at you and pulling you into one big bear hug. of course, satoru is a show-off, and he likes to make a statement. that’s why he dips you and kisses you in front of everyone in the room. he pulls you back up, chuckling at your shocked expression.

“mommy! mommy!” she dashes to you and hugs your leg. she then quickly looks at satoru, tugging on his pants, “daddy!” she points at her cheek, “kiss, please!”

he swiftly picks her up and starts peppering her face with kisses and you watch with a warm smile. after he is done with his ambush, he sets her down with another hug. she looks a lot more confident and is willing to go on and try again by herself.

satoru is about to declare his mission successful, but someone rudely interrupts his victory dance.

a boy shyly makes his way towards d/n, who is right beside satoru. the boy looks at the ground, a pink hue coating his cheeks. he starts to murmur softly, “um, h—hi; I am—“

satoru crouches on the ground and stares at the boy. the kid is clutching a freaking rose. your husband’s dad instincts go off and he turns the boy around and lightly pushes him away, “go play with your friends, buddy.”

the boy turns back to satoru, but, this time, he is frowning at the man, “I wanna give d/n a flower!”

“well, I am here to do that, so you can go away,” satoru stands up proudly, “and! I give her flowers, not just one!”

the boy’s frown deepens and he turns to his friends and whistles for them to come over. quickly, a gang of 6 year old boys are at satoru’s feet. the boy points at satoru, “this man won’t let me give d/n a flower…attack!”

and because your husband’s petty like that, he keeps his infinity on and doesn’t flinch in the slightest. the kids keep trying to punch and kick him, but he doesn’t falter. he grins smugly at you, and you merely roll your eyes with a smile.

meanwhile, d/n already went to continue her class like nothing is happening.

you have no idea how the parents or ballet teacher are letting these kids ‘gang up’ on your husband, but you guess that everyone wants some entertainment every once in a while. plus, most of the kids got tired and ditched the ambush anyway.

now, no one is left but the flower boy.

the poor kid is panting and struggling as he looks up at the smug man. satoru smiles at you, turning off his infinity, “see, babe? told ya nothing can—“

the little boy has kicked your husband’s shin, harshly too. he huffs, holding back tears, “you’re a meanie!” he runs away to his mom, leaving satoru to hold his leg in pain.

you frown sympathetically at the boy, “satoru, you made him cry.”

“well, you’re going to make me cry with how little you care about how I am in pain right now!”

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Headcanons of what's like to date Bruce, Dick, Jason, Martian, Wally, and Clark?

Hi, sorry for taking so long, but I am very grateful for your patience!

Here you go...

Headcanons of what's like to date Bruce, Dick, Jason, Martian, Wally, and Clark?

I would like to state that I’m assuming you meant Martian Manhunter and not Miss Martian, but in the case that I am wrong and you meant Miss Martian let me know and I’ll add her to this or write a super-long essay of your guy’s relationship or something!

As always please do not copy my work in any way, shape, or form. Thanks!

Warnings: none i think... not spell checked...

Bruce Wayne

Dating Bruce Wayne? Gotham’s favorite Billionaire and the Batman? Wow, good luck.

There is a lot of angsty shit in your relationship. Keep in mind it’s not like you guys have like crazy issues or anything, not to say that the Joker isn’t a crazy issue, but I mean that you don’t actually fight with each other a lot. 

You disagree quite a bit considering you watch him on monitors and he goes out and actually gets hurt, but all of that frustration and worry comes from a place of care.

However, you didn’t talk to him for days when he decided to let Dick join him in the field. You were beyond upset, especially since you knew the dangers of crime-fighting yourself, seeing as you used to be a vigilante. 

Regardless of that, it was Dick that convinced you to cut Bruce some slack. Eventually, you came to agree with the teenager, but only after you kicked Bruce where the sun doesn’t shine.

On a nicer note, definitely lots of gifts coming from his end even though he is called the dark knight.

Even when you were both playing hero and he didn’t know who you were under the mask he gave you little gadgets. You two had also met outside of hero-ing and in your real lives where he constantly graced you with the treat of coffee and/or donuts. 

He likes to get you nice treats and sweets. He knows you don’t care for expensive gifts, especially since you work for a lot of nonprofits.

As for PDA on a scale, I will give you a 7.5/10. A solid 2.5 for physical affection such as hand holding, forehead kisses, whispering in each other's ears, and being a little too close to each other but not so close that you freak out everyone else around you.

As for that leftover 5 on the scale, holy shit do you guys never shut up. The constant flirting is where most of this score comes from. Saying embarrassing and inappropriate shit anywhere and everywhere is common with you. You tease each other relentlessly and enjoy seeing the other squirm. It can be quite uncomfortable for others around you, but you tend to keep the more spicy comments quieter, which leads to all of your odd whisperings.

You sort of live with him…? You guys are most often at his place, but you did decide to keep your own just because you wanted something that you paid for and could afford unlike his gigantic fucking manor.

Bruce cares for you deeply and understands why you want to keep your independence and have at least something of your own, especially considering that you guys work together often.

You are close with all of his family, including each kid he adopts, takes in, or has under his proverbial wing. In fact, you kind of think they prefer you over him, or at the very least Jason definitely does. 

It might also be common sense now that Alfred also likes you more than Bruce because, in your guys' relationship, you have all of the brain cells and are logical. 

You both can be impulsive and rude. You both can come across as very blunt and private people. You work well together despite everything.

You were very glad in the end that you both found someone so supportive and understanding. 

You both were also glad that you had the guts to kiss him because, honestly, he was never going to make the first move without it being an epic disaster.

Dick Grayson

Yay! Okay, this guy and you wow. May I just say couple goals here. Like yes, wonderful, perfect together.

Will you go off on someone for hurting his feelings? Count on it. Whether it is physically fighting or verbally berating someone, you also support everyone’s favorite Blue Bird.

Cute nicknames? Yes, as I stated previously, Blue-Bird, you know because he had been Robin and then he became Nightwing, and Nightwing’s suit is black and blue. Also, his eyes are blue and they look so pretty you could stare at them all day. Also, often used but none as creative as Blue-Bird, sweetheart, darling, cutey, and love.

His pet names for you, are Darling, beautiful, sweetie, bundle of too much adorableness, most wonderful human being to ever exist, my reason for getting out of bed every morning, and love. It is obviously a wonderful mixture of names, and yes, sometimes you do worry about him.

I mean how could you not, you were there since he became Robin, you comforted him through every phase, from being a rebellious teen by denouncing Bruce, becoming Nightwing, forming his own group of heroes, and making the obvious mistake of wearing tights as a part of his costume (that one was particularly hard for you).

I will now rate your PDA, congrats you have received a 6/10. You guys like to give small face kisses (forehead, top of the head, cheek, nose, temple, etc.), you guys give each other small pecks on occasion, and always say ‘I love you’ when one of you has to leave. You hold each other's hands a lot. You guys are very sweet and very wholesome. The only time you aren’t is when you get reunited after a long time (2+ weeks) or a life-threatening thing happens (which is pretty often, I’m not going to lie). 

When you reunite do you share that time slowed down and you are running to each other with the wind in your hair moment before frantically grasping one another to share a passionate kiss. 

Sometimes he will tickle you and pick you up just to spin with you. This happens quite a lot and the two of you often have tickle fights.

You get along with his family, but you have no trouble standing up to them for him. You will fist fight with Jason and tell Tim to ‘shut up and go to sleep’. If Damian starts talking crap you won’t physically hit the child, but you will steal away his pets with treats, which annoys him because food > him.

You will scream at Bruce if necessary. Dick and his adoptive siblings will have to physically pick you up to get you away from the situation.

You guys never fight, except when you eat the last of each other’s ice cream. 

Jeez, you two are so cute together.

Jason Todd

You met early on but got together a few years after his death.

He used to annoy the shit out of you, but the events involving the Joker led you both in the same direction.

You both have a better understanding of each other than anyone else. You are field partners and the only real anti-heroes of Gotham.

You were quick to share an apartment once you both learned each other’s civilian names.

It is easier than you both expected to fall into a rhythm, which only made it easier to go from something platonic to something romantically domestic.

You never seemed to get in each other's way and could somehow calm the other down when the world became a little too quiet or loud. You both rarely slept in the separate beds you had brought and maneuvered into the one bedroom. In fact, neither of you really slept on a bed. 

Most nights you stayed up as late as you could and either returned home and passed out on the couch or watched tv till 3 am, cuddling, and passed out on the couch.

You guys are a little different than others. PDA is more of healthy ways to deal with trauma mixed with a little codependency (but nothing terrible, sometimes shit just gets hard for you both and you have some really off days). Hand holding, back rubs, hugs, and playing with each other's hair and hands are just ways to calm each other.

But back to PDA. Yes. 9/10. You will both totally make out in front of other people spontaneously without a care in the world. He tends to initiate it, but you certainly never have an issue with it.

After all of the shit you two have been through you don’t really care about other people’s comfort around you because you feel safe with each other and are each other's security blankets.

Pet names are definitely common. It is probably the most annoying thing he does when you work together fighting crime. You always hated how he was so arrogant and acted childish when he was Robin. Now he just calls you pet names and flirts ceaselessly with you while you fight together. He will call you sweetheart, darling, beautiful, gorgeous, love, my love, love of my life, and more when you are in the field. He calls you them outside of your night shift too, but that does not annoy you at all. 

You tend to use many of the back, if not all of them, because he means just as much to you. 

He always makes the most adorable face when you cradle his head and call him beautiful. Like this is the softest he will ever be with someone else and he just looks so small and cute and in need of a hug.

If he annoys you, expect gifts in the form of food and drinks. If you annoy him, expect to give him extra hugs and books. 

Yes, you read together, cuddling. Typically different books, but he acts as your personal heater and you love it.

Coffee shop dates, take-out-stay-in dates, and video game dates are to be expected. Also, pastries on top of buildings in the middle of the night are a great pastime.

Also, one last thing, just to mention, you are the only one allowed to use or even touch his guns.

Martian Manhunter

Telepathically communicating, yayyyyyyyy! Okay maybe too soon with that one. But really, expect to be snorting in a silent room as everyone looks at you like you're crazy except for him because he’s smiling fondly at your reaction. 

You two are very sweet together. You help the Justice League with PR stuff, so you talk with the group of heroes all the time.

You often work with the big names and more controversial people in the League, but you work with everyone when you need to.

Also, J’onn can fly so expect to be carried in his arms all the time. He won’t even think about it twice because why would he take you somewhere in a car when he can literally swoop you off your feet bridal style and fly off as you look up at him in complete adoration.

For the moment you’ve all been waiting for, PDA rating. I would say 3/10 in public and 6/10 in private. By that I mean outside world public and the justice hall, mount olympus, etc. as private. In your guy’s place he’s just a cuddle bug or a second cat because yes he bought you a cat for one of your anniversaries.

He cooks you dinner. You join him often, but like he loves to cook you dinner. You think it is really sweet, but he also loves to learn different earthly activities. That and M’gann sends him recipes she thinks you’ll like (and you always love them).

You once made him chocolate cake by the way and now he has a new favorite thing. He loves it and didn’t stop talking about it for months. 

He likes to hold your hands a lot. Sometimes when one of you is stressed the other reaches out in hopes of grounding them before they overthink. It’s very sweet and you both love the gesture.

You sort of also took M’gann under your wing when she first arrived and it melted yours and J’onn’s hearts when she first called you her aunt/uncle. At this point you're like the mom of the YJ and the go to friend for the league. It’s all very sweet but sometimes J’onn feels like the League is hogging you and ‘has to’ drag you away from everyone quite literally, which goes a little something like this:

“Oh, but J’onn, I was having a lovely conversation with Bruce.” “Oh, I’m very sorry, Y/n, but we really have to go,” as he starts to pull you out of the room. “Alright, sorry Bruce we can talk, more some other time?” Once you both make it out of the room you release a breath, “Dinner?” “Yes.” “Great because I’m hungry and Bruce was gnawing my ear off.” After that you both just laugh.

Dinner goes great by the way and you share chocolate cake at the end before going home to cuddle with your cat and watch baking and cooking shows.

Wally West

Just to get it out there, you show your guys affection through food and physical touch 

You make Wally whatever you can cook and make a lot of it for his boosted metabolism. You also order extra pizza for him.

He tries to bake you your favorite desserts but sometimes lacks the patience and other times he eats half of it.

He typically just always buys you your favorite snacks and desserts. Even then he always ‘sneaks’ a bite.

Your PDA is surprisingly low, but as he matures it definitely increases. Like Dick had told you all those years ago it took a while to get used to Wally eating.

I would rate you a 2/10 at the beginning of your relationship and an 8/10 when at your best. (basically Young Justice S1 Wally compared to S2)

You are always touching each other. I don’t mean in an inappropriate way, but considering it is Wally that isn’t unheard of, just not often done in public.

On top of that, he will carry you everywhere, superspeed, normal speed it does not matter. Hand holding always, hugging always. He just wants physical contact. And piggy backs.

But like also, his pickup lines. I repeat his pickup lines. They are so cheesy and corny and you find them endearing somehow. I mean I do too, he is a sweetheart so yeah.

He treats you so well too. Your well-being matters so much to him and if you need something, he will be there in like 3 seconds regardless of where he is.

Nicknames should be expected: whatever you do, whatever you like he finds a way to make it a nickname. He does use babe a lot, but it feels a little basic so he comes up with new one's all the time. Sometimes they stick and other times you choke on air, but the scientific method says that you will fail and retry so it doesn’t phase him.

For the record though, he is Wally so a lot of his nicknames are food based: honey, cupcake, sugar cube, sweet potato, and more.

If you nerd out with him he will never, I repeat, never let you go. 

Also if you wear his merch he will be all over you. Depending on the situation and the place it might get a little spicy, but in most cases he will wrap his arms around your middle and just hold you tightly as he falls back into a chair or couch or something. He will not let you go and will nuzzle his face into your neck for hours. For someone that is so fast and gets bored so easily, he will never want any of this to end. 

Clark Kent

Yeah, you know. You knew. You were well aware of who he was. One single pair of glasses did not fool you. I mean, you didn’t say anything until like the seventh date, but you knew.

Yay, lucky you are normal, in fact, you do not play hero in your free time, but you do have some abilities.

You blame the particle accelerator explosion that occurred in your last home for your abilities. But they were easy to hide and really helped with your job.

You are a psychologist/part-time therapist. You met Clark through an interview you did about the effects of the most recent attack in Metropolis on the citizens' mental health. You had to fight for this article to even exist, but you did so because you could feel the fear that radiated throughout it. 

You did everything you could to provide as much help and information as you could on the topic. Clark had been the photographer for the interview and you both immediately hit it off.

He asked you out to dinner when you stopped by his office to discuss doing another article. Clark said that to celebrate the occasion he could take you out if you wanted.

You said yes because free dinner was nice and he seemed like a good guy, so you thought why the heck not?

Of course, the date went well and you highly enjoyed his company. He asked you out again and said yes.

On your third date, he had to leave early for whatever reason, and then a minute later Superman flew by and started to stop a robbery a block away. Interested, you got as close as you could and were very shocked when you saw Superman’s face. 

You didn’t mention it, but he had the same aura with the slightest bit of guilt that you thought was likely toward leaving you mid-date.

Once he knew you knew he eased up a lot and told you all about his past and Krypton and his powers and his hero-ing. 

You guys have great communication, which is in part due to your empathic abilities. You can always tell when something bothers him and he is more than willing to talk through whatever troubles him. You do the same understanding that you both thrive off of honesty with each other.

Conversation always comes easy. 

Some activities you like to do together are going out for dinner, movie nights, baking, picnic dates, and annoying Bruce Wayne.

Your PDA scale would be like a 4/10 at most. You are very sweet with each other, but sometimes you both find it odd being extra coupley with others around you. Since Clark has super hearing he can tell when people are uncomfortable and since you have your empath abilities you can feel it too. Other people’s moods also affect yours in general so the more people there are the more overwhelmed you feel so you try to avoid anything more than a quick peck on the cheek. 

However, it is still very obvious you two are together because you spend a lot of time with each other and go to lunch together basically every day.

Around the Justice League, you can be a little more open with your affections but you both still prefer privacy.

Nicknames: yes. There are some of the basics: darling, dear, love, etc. Clark particularly likes calling you my dear and you enjoy calling him sweetheart. Sometimes you joke around when he enters a room and you say, “It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s my boyfriend, Clark Kent.”

[cameronspecial]

Pretty Girl

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Summary: Weddings and pregnancies are always the greatest combination.

A/N: This idea came to me thanks to this Instagram post.

Masterlist

Weddings are supposed to be an exciting and joyous event for friends and family members. However, when you are seven months pregnant, it is anything but. Her shoes, even when they are flats, are very uncomfortable and her hair is getting on her last nerves. On top of that, she is surrounded by beautiful people dressed to the nines, who don’t have swollen ankles or bags under their eyes that can’t be covered by makeup. The extra weight of her pregnant belly adds to her self-consciousness.

Rafe isn’t clueless about his wife’s fowl-mood as he watches her pout with a slice of cake in her hand. He thinks it is adorable, but he knows she would rip his head off for saying that. He offers his hand to dance in hopes that it will cheer her up. “The only way that I’m getting off this chair is if I’m getting more food or peeing,” she grumbles, shovelling more cake in her mouth. Icing escapes onto her nose and he struggles to hold in a laugh. He wipes the fugitive off, “Well, can I at least get you some more cake? Or how about that cheesecake that you were eyeing earlier?” She sets the empty plate on the table and places her hand on her stomach. “Can you see if the kitchen still has some of the mozzarella sticks, please? I saw it given for the kids’ appetizers,” she asks, thinking some more. “Actually, could you get me some cheesecake too?” He chuckles. Of course, she was eyeing what her little niece across the table from them was eating. 

He gets up from his seat giving her forehead and baby bump a kiss before getting her food. She watches everyone around her dance, wishing that her feet weren’t killing her so that she could be with them. She looks over to the bride, her cousin, and feels jealous of the attention on her. Y/N may get attention because of the pregnancy, but people are more focused on the baby, not her. It may be a little selfish, but her whole life is going to change when the baby comes and it would be nice to have some attention in the remaining months she has. 

He returns with the goods, observing the pout on her lips as she looks at her cousin. He doesn’t need her to tell him anything to know what is going through her mind. He looks at the bride and then back at his wife, repeating the action a few more times while she watches him. “You know you’re not supposed to be prettier than the bride. It’s kinda rude,” he smirks, settling in his chair and pulling hers closer to him with ease as if she isn’t brewing a baby in her stomach. She gives him a glare, “If I were prettier than the bride, more guys would be checking me out like when I used to go to clubs.” “Why would you want guys checking you out when you have all of my attention? I put a baby in you,” he grumbles with his frown. His head finds a place in the crook of her neck to give her kisses and she giggles. 

“You are so right. I mean if the hottest guy in the room thinks that I am the prettiest, then it must be the truth,” she plays along, feeling her mood start to lift. He nods at her statement, “I’m always right. Look how well my life turned out as proof. Married to the best damn wife in the world about to become the father to the cutest baby girl in the world. I’m winning.” She smiles at his words, knowing exactly what he is doing. “No, baby. I’m winning,” she whispers against his ear with her hand carding through his hair. 

[dadsbongos]

I love the way you write kabru, could you write some of the general headcanons for him?

super all over the place. i got maybe a bit too into the nsfw headcanons cuz i need to destroy him ~~~ general headcanons:

The type to imagine oc battle amvs in his head to their medieval music but pretends he’s just smoldering chill cool guy

Outside of general note-taking or journaling, I fully believe he’s had dreams of being a novelist as a kid

Probably avoids interacting one-on-one with Falin without Marcille or Laios as buffers because of her stubbornly remaining monster traits, as well as like… “hey girl you killed me!!”

But as time goes on n he gets used to her, he probably ends up just seeing her as a cutie pie like everyone else does

Would thrive coming up with criminal punishments, maybe not watching some of them because excessive gore icks him out but theorizing is always fun to him

Would similarly thrive in a court setting, and would jump at the opportunity to be the angel and devil on laios’ shoulders through the whole thing

I think he’s the type of man to bare a heavy conscious about things he considers immoral or rude, like having a hard time forgiving himself for mistakes or even just generally “bad” things in his past

Likes the idea of being a family man but gets scared shitless at the actual effort it would take to raise children and maintain a marriage

Would be a total reality TV junkie and anime lameoid in modern era - he loves the melodrama

if/when Mickbell ever gave him permission to refer to him by “mick” (or just any half-foots say he can call them by first name alone) he’d squeal and kick his feet for dayssss knowing what it means in a cultural context for half-foots

Tries not to be That Guy, but feels a little complimented when people tease at what a smooth talker he is. Loves getting to have his redditor “heh… just my natural charisma…” moment

Strikes me specifically as bisexual btw i dunno why but its just jumping at me

Not in love with Rin, but likes her? But doesn’t? But doesn’t NOT like her? He’s trying to maintain distance because sometimes he feels a spark, but then goes back to thinking of her as just a childhood friend. Feels very guilty and selfish if he thinks about her feelings for him for too long, especially since he’s kind of a known charmer. Earnestly hopes she moves on from him no matter the state of his feelings though

Nsfw headcanons:

Likes foreplay wayyyy more than sex because he gets off seeing how crazy he can drive his partners before they just start begging with zero shame

Would enjoy group sex or two-party affairs, his only iffy stance is being watched by someone else. Unless he knows the voyeur VERY well it just feels uncomfortable to be the one getting observed. Down to be the voyeur though hehe

Has a stupid lil whispy laugh he does when he’s getting teased im gonna get feral

Could never play a brat, you tell him shut up and he salutes you with sweaty hands

Could do hate sex! If he realllllllly doesn’t fuck with your vibe, but he’d have to know you personally. Hate sex feels weirdly more intimate to him because he has to expose real feelings he has, so in a way his ass doesn’t even hate you he’s just annoyed you keep bickering with him

If he’s supposed to be submissive, I think he’d like to get a couple light slaps. Maybe choke him a wee bit.

Can’t take humiliation unless its in a sandwich where the degradation is hidden between 2+ praises

Idk if its because its me or if this is real, but I can see him blurting out a “mommy” if he’s super delirious with pleasure

Circling back to the voyeur thing, I think his other hardcore no is somnophilia. Either way, he just can’t get into it. But he’s not the type to shame people for their goons

[the-s1lly-corner]

*explodes into your request box*

HEY HEY HEY, im back.

Came to ask an platonic Child!reader with the rest of the gang.

BUT HEAR ME OUT

Child reader is like an wolf in sheep's clothing, like reader has an cute expression on their face but when someone tries to touch them, they'll go like: "touch me and ill rip your hand off" in a full innocent voice and that cute smile.

And child reader has shark teeth.

Tyy!

*explodes*

- 🦭

The cast x child!reader (platonic)

throwing this together after waking up from a really nice nap! i still have the kinger request to work on but my brains still stumped.. sobs.. requests are still open by the way! you can find the link to my rules in my previous post, or you can look in my pinned! :O apologies if some sections for the characters are a little short, my brains still a lil okfvokffvovf from waking up TToTT

CAINE:

a child? in the circus?

he doesnt quite know how to make of it, i mean... its not like he has to make any accommodations, the circus is a place for all ages afterall!

i give you this new concept: dad caine

lightly scolds you when you threaten someone, bad manners!

i think he would be like a stereotypical eccentric dad

in house adventures seem to tone down just a touch so theyre not too intense or dangerous for you, keeps an eye on you to make sure you dont get stuck anywhere or flung across the room

rip bubble, you probably pop them when theyre within a foot of you

pinches your cheek only to have his hand comically chomped off ("now now (reader)! what did i tell you about biting! time out!)

POMNI:

similar confusion that caine has, but like, more so

how did a kid even get their hands on one of the headsets??

honestly i think pomni might be the type to be uncomfortable around kids; she doesnt hate them she just doesnt know what to do with them

also kids can possess a different kind of cruelness when they really put their minds to it and shes already in a mentally precarious position as it is

she doesnt avoid you though!

was bitten a grand total of one times, she made the mistake of trying to take you somewhere during an IHA and she didnt make you aware that she was going to put her hand on your shoulder

JAX:

okay you cant swear in the circus, but i feel like jax has some very creative ways to work around that, making these new colorful euphemisms that dont skip out on the crudeness. he teaches you some of his favorites just to watch the world burn

lightning fast reflexes, should you try to bite or hit him; not that hes going to try to put his hands on you

actually

i can see him picking you up via scooping his hands under your arms, or literally just holding you up by the scruff of your next

congrats theres now the image of jax holding a flailing sheep child in our heads. his shins will be kicked in the second you get put down

thinks its funny when people have to do double takes when you let out a threat or say something dark

RAGATHA:

i think she would be a cool babysitter, or big sister figure to you

similar to caine she will lightly scold you when you're being 'rude'

doesnt try to figure out why you dont like being touched, also respects it. respects your space as well, she doesnt totally baby you

she is a little sad that a kid so young got stuck in the digital world, though

even if you could remember things, i dont think she would ask out of fear of possibly upsetting you

likes making you little things (small pillows, plushes, ect) since i can see her being into sewing.. might be because shes a doll, though

KINGER:

i said it once and ill say it again, kinger is dad. like i already hc he had kids before getting stuck in the digital world, but i also like to hc that he and gangle have a dad/kid relationship, at least when kinger was less... paranoid

like he still has the capacity to be a father figure to you, but i think with you being a little... ermrmfl.. he might be a little put off

tells you stories about "being a king" (ie embellishing the one time he was put in charge during an IHA ages ago) and tells you about some previous in house adventures

youre so short he genuinely doesnt see you approaching sometimes so he either gets jumpscared by you or literally trips over you on accident

is so so apologetic once he gets over the initial shock of suddenly meeting the floor

really if you follow this guy around and show interest in his interests hes gonna adopt you

he knows your threats arent empty, even if they arent hes not going to try to find out

ZOOBLE:

zooble seems like the type of person to find some vague amusement in kids swearing or saying out of pocket stuff, i cant explain why

cant teach you swear words thanks to the censoring of the digital world but hey... they can still spell it out...

honestly i hc that zooble themselves doesnt like being touched so hey you dont have to worry about that, they personally get it

cool older sibling energy. while ragatha gives off sweet n caring older sister, zooble gives off the energy of a cool older sibling who like. idfk skateboards or something

zooble skateboarding real

not much else to say here

GANGLE:

similar to pomnis but this is more so because gangle is intimidated by other people thanks to her shyness!

i think gangle would be in the same boat as you and zooble, in terms of touching, but in gangles case its because shes made of ribbon and thus can be pushed around very easily

would cry on the off chance you snap at her :(

she lets you into her room sometimes to let you draw with her! kids like drawing right?

thats her reasoning, at least

i mean hey, it gives you something to do and gives you a break from all the chaos

actually pretty okay when her comedy mask isnt broken, actually makes an attempt to properly get to know you and crack a few jokes

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being condescending towards an asexual kid in GSA?

🙃🏳️‍🌈 to find later

Long post so buckle up.

I (17, they/it/he) am one of three co-leaders of my school’s GSA, along with R (18, she/her) and N (17, he/him). All three of us are openly bi, and I’m also openly trans and (most importantly) very loudly aromantic. We’re all in 12th grade now but we were leaders last year (in 11th grade) too. The school/GSA is small enough that all four grades (9–12, so around 13–18 years old) are in the same GSA, there’s no separate upper grade and lower grade groups. We also have two advisors, both cis queer teachers; and some younger queer faculty members also join sometimes for formal events. We take turns running events during club time, such as fun crafts or watching music videos. Sometimes we also do educational stuff or documentaries, including having teachers come in to facilitate discussions.

I’ve been planning (since early December) to run a two part series of discussions about asexuality and aromanticism (separate discussions of each). I really just wanted to do one day about aromanticism, but R said that if I did that, people would derail it and just talk about asexuality anyways, which both N and our advisors also agreed made sense. So, it’s two days, and the asexuality one is first so that the aromanticism one can be closer to Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week (ASAW).

There’s a girl in GSA, let’s call her A (16, she/her), who’s in 11th grade. She’s very socially awkward and if someone points out that she’s accidentally said something rude or offensive she’ll make a big deal out of not knowing and generally derail the conversation. Also, two years ago A made a ton of “jokes” about me and my little sibling (16MtF) being “secretly dating.” When I asked her (politely at first) to stop, she said she was just joking around, and kept doing it. I asked her again and also asked the theatre teacher and school counselor for help, and eventually she did stop. But A kept following me around and trying to be friends with me, and I was super uncomfortable to the point that I asked the school counselor to facilitate a conversation between A and I so that I could ask her to fucking stop. It somewhat worked. Now she still keeps trying to start conversations with me in the hallways and such, but I just brush her off or ignore her.

The one place I can’t do that is during GSA. Since I’m a leader, I have to be civil to everyone and actually talk to people (R, N, and I set norms at the start of the year during our planning meetings). A is asexual but not aromantic, and today she showed up like 5 minutes into lunch (cafeteria lines are annoying) and loudly asked if she was late. We weren’t doing anything in GSA today, just chilling. At some point during the meeting I announced casually that next week we’d be discussing asexuality, and then the week after that we’d talk about aromanticism, which leads nicely into ASAW during February break. When I said this, A immediately said that she would be extra ace that week [during ASAW]. I was like, “during aromantic spectrum awareness week?!?!” in the same tone of that “during pride month?!?!” meme. She looked like someone had just given her an F on the most important test of the year and said she hadn’t known.

I also made a comment about how there’s way more openly aspec people at our school than at most schools, and N said that maybe the presence of role models is part of that (clear subtext: he was referring to me). I said pretty loudly (more people could hear) that it was kinda funny that I’m the “ace role model” when I’m literally not asexual. A looked super lost and confused at this, and I think she might’ve thought I was ace, even though I’m super open about not being ace, and have told her directly more than once.

Here’s where the potential assholery comes into play. There’s an ad for PrEP that was fairly common on the back covers of theatre playbills in the past year. The ad shows a Black man dressed in ripped leggings with fishnets, shiny knee-length heeled leather boots, and some sort of white leather harness, doing a bridge pose with one leg extended upwards so that the “r” in PrEP is resting on the sole of the boot. The ad has a bright red background and text that says “you cast of PrEP options is changing” along with a small QR code and website link. The pose is somewhat provocative, but not out of place on a playbill for an all-ages show.

During GSA, A was saying that she thought the ad was bad, because of the leather being “fetish gear” and “weird” (basically the same arguments people use to say that gay people shouldn’t be allowed in public). I told A that there’s nothing wrong with someone wearing leather, and she said that “it’s fetish gear and that’s disgusting and degenerate and just bad advertising!”

I explained calmly, like I would to a child (although I probably wouldn’t talk about this topic with a child), that PrEP is a medicine that people take if they anticipate having sex with someone who’s HIV-positive, so it’s okay that the ad is somewhat suggestive. She seemed to accept that, but still said that the leather was weird, and the ad should’ve shown “a diverse group of people getting pills at a pharmacy” instead, because “fetish gear” was too much.

I asked if she thought that all leather clothing was inherently fetishistic, to which A said yes, and then I asked, “do you know that people can’t just choose fetishes?”

She hadn’t known that, but she still said the ad was too sexual. I pointed out that it was a fairly well-targeted advertisement, using theatre references, but maybe A was not part of the target demographic. I also said that sometimes outfits are just hot without there needing to be any fetishes involved, which she didn’t refute, and that even if it was a fetish, that wouldn’t make it inherently “bad” or “degenerate” at all.

A said that she still didn’t like it, and I told her that she was entitled to have whatever feelings she wanted to have, but that doesn’t mean the advertisement itself is a problem.

Another person (17, he/him) called out “[OP], what do you think about kink at pride?” in a sort of nonchalant way, so I walked over while saying “i’m pro–kink at pride.” The conversation eventually moved in other directions, and then club ended and we had to go to our next classes.

TL;DR: given my position of power and responsibility as a GSA leader, AITA for being kinda condescending towards an ace person who’s 2 years younger than me because she was being very sex-negative about an ad for PrEP?

What are these acronyms?

[riswippiesx]

Captivation | Geto Suguru X Fem!Reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS- DNI!!!

TW: 18+ NSFW Mention of alcohol, fat shaming, insults, toxicity, obsession, nipple play, body worship, foul language, dirty talk, third person watching, mention of violence, reader is hinted of having larger breasts but nothing exact, oral sex(fem receiving) unprotected sex(don't be silly, wrap your willy), creampies, overstimulation mention of pregnency, kids and breeding, broken marriage and divorce stuffs, porn with plot

Not proof end, exactly.

[let me know if I am forgetting something]

A long sigh fell from your lips. You were sitting at the bar, with your glass of liqueur. You played with the glass as you waited for you so called "date" to come. He was already one hour late and you were pissed, thoughts of going back was circling around your pretty head.

After your 'successful' marriage with Suguru Geto fell apart, you had restrained yourself from dating and stuffs. Having a beautiful little girl of five years was one of your main reasons to stop seeing someone or even a little hook up, along with your busy work schedules. So, you were just a lonely woman of early 30's. It would have continued like that if your friends Shoko and Utahime never forced you to think for yourself. So you started to look for someone new and here you were, waiting from past one hour for that certain guy, who seemed somewhat good, to arrive.

"Fuck these men!" , you cursed under your breath and sipped on your drink. Your patience was draining out. It was definately your mistake to say yes to a guy, who picked a bar for the first date. How cheap! You decided to bring out your card to pay for the drink and it was when you heard someone calling out your name. You looked back and found the guy you had been waiting for. He stood there with a stupid grin.

"Ain't you too early, Naoya?", bitter sarcasm fell out of your tongue. You were clearly annoyed. His grin widened surprisingly.

"C'mon baby, it's not that late", he talked for himself.

"Yeah right!", you rolled your eyes and stayed on your seat. He took a seat right beside you and wrapped his hands around your waist. It was uncomfortable to you after almost three years, since your divorced Suguru. You thought of telling him to keep his hands to himself but you let that slide for it being the first date, where you didn't want to seem very rude.

"Tell me baby, what ya drinkin?", he asked with a flirty tone

"Just some regular", you replied shortly.

"Mmm Baby you look sexy~", Naoya cooed in your ear seductively which made you shiver and gave you a slight ick.

"This dude doesn't even know how to compliment", you thought in your mind, giving him a minus for not knowing some basics. He was nothing like Suguru, who used to compliment you in the best ways, who used to make you feel like the prettiest woman of the universe. Everything was great untill it wasn't. It was so magical untill you started to drown yourself in work when your daughter was two years old. After handling work and your baby, you rarely had time for Suguru. He tried to understand you but his own business was going slow for that time, which became settled and better one and half years later. You two often had misunderstandings and random fights. Thinking about your daughter's future, you two find it wise to have seperate ways and thus the divorce came in your life as a curse. But Suguru decided to fulfill his duty as the father of your child. He spent his day offs with your girl and in the weekends, he would pick up his kiddo and spend his day with her and dropped her at your place again in the evening. So you two saw each other quite often. But you missed his presence in your life. You wanted him back but a strong sense was ego was working in you, which stopped you every time from crawling back to him.

You came out of your thoughts when you felt Naoya's hand on your thigh. Right, you were with Naoya now, you needed to stop thinking about Suguru if you wanted this date to work out and you did want this date to work.

"Whatcha thinkin baby?", He spoke with his constant grin.

"Nothing much. So tell me, why are you so late? Is everything alright?", you tried to build a proper conversation.

"Sweetie, that doesn't matter ya know. Let's talk about something interesting", he brought his face closer to yours and his hands working on your thighs slowly.

"What else?", you asked back which made him smirk at you.

When you were busy chatting with Naoya, Suguru came in, with his best friend, Satoru. They were out for a random drink break. You didn't notice them coming but Suguru's eyes found you soon and then drifted to the man beside you. So you were finally on a date.

His eyes slightly squinted as he noticed you two and saw the man's hand on your thighs.

"Isn't that your ex-wife?", Satoru slightly poked Suguru with his elbow.

"Seems like", Suguru answered shortly.

"Oh~ so she's finally dating hmm..but she came to a bar for a date? I didn't know her standards were that low...", Satoru grinned. Suguru didn't move a single mouth muscle to smile.

"That's none of our business. Let's go sit over there", he pointed at the corner of the bar and started to walk ahead.

"Fine", Satoru mumbled before following his best friend.

Two men ordered two most expensive liqueur of the bar. Satoru was talking about business and life. He talked about women as well. Suguru was looking at him but his eyes were drifting back to where you seated from time to time.

"Ya ass isn't listening, Suguru", Satoru complained with a grin.

"Of course I'm listening", Suguru protested.

"Yeah? Tell me what did I just say?", the white haired man asked.

Suguru wasn't actually listening. So he didn't know and his silence made it clear.

"See~ I was talking about the woman, Manami, whom you were going out for a few days. What happened to her? She's pretty. And surely she is charmed by you. Why not having something serious with her then?", He teased.

"No. She doesn't feel right", Suguru sighed.

"Suguru this is your third time giving the same excuse. None of these women seems right to you. Why? Still captivated by your ex's charm?", Satoru's eyes scanned you for once.

"Nonsense. Not everyone is my type", he replied.

"Yeah? Then what is your type exactly?", Satoru asked.

Suguru's eyes again drifted back to you. You looked so pretty in that black short body con of yours with your unbounded silky hairs. It was hard to look away from you. And then there was your date, cheaply dressed. Those might be good brand of cloths but it didn't have any hint of class. It gave Suguru ick and his eyes fell on his best friend again, only to find him smirking.

"What?", he asked.

"I must say your ex is pretty as hell. If she was my ex, I too would have issues in moving on", Satoru remarked.

"I have moved on long ago."

"Yeah I can see very well."

Satoru's grin widened when their order arrived on their table. Suguru scoffed and took one bottle and poured a glass for Satoru and one for himself.

"Cheers!"

They were about to sip when they heard an unknown voice yelling from the direction where you seated. Both of the men quickly looked over your way and found your grumpy annoyed face and the guy infront of you in a desperate wild state.

You really thought Naoya had better topics to talk about. He brought his lips near your ears and whispered, "Let's talk about our...needs"

"What?"

"You heard me babygirl"

It was very weird to address a woman like you as "babygirl" but you let that slide too. His hands were going towards your inner thighs and he pressed a soft kiss under your ear.

"Tell me babygirl, how would you like to be pleased?"

You were unable to answer, feeling the strong ick in your stomach.

"Or should I find out myself..hmm?"

"S-stop"

You pushed him away with your hands.

"What's wrong?"

"It's our first date. I don't feel comfortable in this topic yet"

"Baby don't fight it. Give in to temptation", he moved his hands under your dress but you stopped his hands.

"No."

"C'mon don't be so boring now~", he whined.

"I don't want it", you replied.

"Ugh if you don't want it why the fuck did you even come here tonight?", his toned turned bitter.

"Because I thought this would be a normal first date"

"You think? You think that I would waste my time by going on random dates with YOU?", he pointed at you.

"Excuse me?", you disliked how he talked to you.

"Yes who the hell would go on a date with you? YOU STUPID UGLY BITCH!", he yelled.

"watch your tone", you remarked in a pissed tone.

"HELL I WOULD! YOU'RE FAT. LOOK AT THAT BELLY, POKING OUT OF YOUR DRESS. SO FUCKING UGLY. YOU CAN ONLY BE A ONE NIGHT STAND, THAT AGAIN ONLY FOR THOSE NICE TITS OF YOURS!", He yelled again.

You were seriously annoyed at how he was creating a scene. You weren't up for any troubles like that. You again regretted your decision for coming along with such a cheap date request. He was a complete jerk. You should have acknowledged the signs of his cheap nature. You sighed and quickly brought out your card to pay for your drink while he shouted.

"I would never want to go on a date with a slut like you. A whore. A fat ugly whore."

You glared at him

"Shut the fuck up!", you pressed your teeth together and chewed out.

"You boring ass. You're not even my type."

You finished the payment and got up.

"Thankfully I am not. It was my mistake to even give chance to a shit like you. Asshole!"

"Mind your language!"

"You mind yours first you shithead!"

You pushed him to a side and decided to walk away as you didn't want anymore chaos. But he grabbed your hands and pulled you back. The last bell of your patience went off and you slapped him hard, making him loose balance and fall on the bar floor.

"That's where you belong, jerk!"

You said and left the bar with sheer annoyance while Naoya looked at your way with surprised and insulted expression.

Suguru was noticing it all, along with Satoru. He was pissed as well. The words of that man made him mad. What a ill behaved person!

Suguru was happy when you stood for yourself. He saw you walking out of the bar. He glanced at Satoru and he was already glancing at Suguru. Their eyes had the conversation they needed and Satoru nodded before both of them got up from their seats. Suguru followed your way and Satoru approached Naoya, who fell on the floor.

You came out of the bar and sighed deeply. You feel insulted. That was why you never cared to date till today. You should have sticked to your decision. You felt like a shit. You might have stood for yourself but the insecurity you hid so well, was now poking you. You put your hands on your tummy. Before leaving your house, when you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you were happy and pleased with yourself but now, you felt equally insecure. You rarely felt so, but the alcohol in your nerves was working on your emotions a little as well.

You slowly reached your car and stood there. You wanted to drown yourself in layers of clothing, where your body shape won't be visible anymore. You always thought pregnency as a blessing and your cute little daughter was your world. But this one side... No matter how hard you tried to work out, some changes are tough to get rid of.

Your thoughts were getting all foggy when you again heard someone calling for you but this time the voice was very known to you. You looked back and saw Suguru standing. First you thought you were imaging because of the alcohol but his voice calling for you again made it clear that he was actually there.

"Suguru?"

"Yeah. Feeling shit, aren't you?"

"Listen Suguru, if you are here for another fight, please go away. I don't want..."

"Why would I come all way here to fight you?"

You stayed silent.

"Right..why are you here? Are you stalking me?"

He scoffed before replying.

"I was here with Satoru for a drink. I saw you when I came in but I guess you were too busy with that jerk to notice me", he chucked.

"Whatever. What do you want?"

"Are you okay? You are good at standing for yourself but the after shock drowns you every time. And this time it isn't an exception, I can tell"

"And how does that bother you?"

"Don't be so tough. You can tell"

He took a step closer to you as he looked down at you with soft expression. You looked at the ground and became quiet.

"I know you barely let go of your composure and hide most of your emotions. But you should talk it out when someone is reaching for help."

You sighed.

"That jerk...", you spoke.

"Why did you even choose such a shit in a first place. There are many other men"

"Shoko and Uta forced me sort of..."

Suguru sighed.

"Just because they forced...? You aren't that naive...are you?"

You remained quiet again.

"Tell me about the real reason..Y/n."

You looked up at him and quickly looked away. He put his hand under your jaw to make you look at him again.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you asking me so many things. You have a girlfriend right? Go spend time with her"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes that pink head"

"Oh..you mean..Manami?"

"Whatever her name is.."

Suguru couldn't help but chuckle.

"She isn't my girlfriend. She never was. We just went out a couple of times but it didn't work out."

You looked at his eyes and sighed.

"...were you jealous..of Manami?", Suguru teased you.

"Who do you think you are that i'll be jealous of your date?", you spat out.

"..hmm..I guess I can tell why did you hurriedly chose a date.."

"What?"

"To feed your subconscious mind that I wasn't alone to date someone else....", Suguru smirked.

You hated it. You hated how he could read you like an open book. You feel embarrassed.

"Shut up"

"You wanted to make me jealous?"

Yes you did, but no way you would say that to him.

"...it worked."

What? What did he just say?

You looked back at him with slightly widened eyes.

"But you didn't need to choose such an asshole. I hated how he talked to you. How did he even dare?!"

You really didn't know how to react at that point. You were feeling so defeated yet the joy of a winner was washing all over your body. You never stopped loving this man. He was your obsession. You wanted him back but yoy couldn't. So you had to win. Anyhow.

"But don't worry, Satoru took care of him. Partially. I'll take care of the rest, wanna join me?"

He said as he hold your hand. You were far too captivated by him to say no. So you nodded to say yes.

"Great", Suguru smiled and guided you back to the rooms behind the bar.

He called Satoru and he opened a door of a certain room and grinned at Suguru and then you. Suguru smirked back and entered the room with you.

It was a somewhat nice and clean room. But your eyes widened when you found your 'date' in the middle of the room, tied to a chair with half closed eyes and a tape on his mouth.

"Hmm~", Suguru hummed in amusement.

"Just as you hinted", remark came from Satoru.

Suguru nodded in response. Satoru looked at you and then Suguru before saying "Enjoy~" and winked. Then he left the room.

You were silent and confused.

"What is this?"

"Doesn't that jerk look great like this?"

Naoya struggled to freed himself as his eyes met yours and Suguru's.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Show him what he did. Show him how he degraded a piece of art which should have been appreciated. Gonna show him what he missed."

Suguru looked at you with the soft smile.

"Care to help me?"

"Huh?"

"Let me show you off to him"

"Suguru.."

"Please.."

You again fell silent. Your thoughts were going wild. This was what you waited for. Getting closer to your ex husband once again was what you craved almost every night. You wanted his touch on your skin once again. You wanted to feel good by him and your fingers were far away from giving you what you wanted. You gulped.

"..allow me?", he said as he cupped your cheeks with his hands.

You nodded finally which made Suguru smile and he connected his lips to yours. You felt heaven. The lips, that made you crazy, that made you go insane with needs and passion was finally connected to yours, again. You closed your eyes and kissed him back as you hands rested on his chest. He didn't want to let go of your lips untill you two felt the need of air again.

He looked down at your flushed face and smiled.

"So pretty", he mumbled "just as I remember"

You hugged him and placed kisses on your temple affectionately. His fox eyes looked over Naoya, who was struggling to free himself and grunted. Suguru smirked and let go of you. Then he picked you up and placed you on the bed carefully. His body hovered over yours. You looked so tempting and beautiful under him like that. How he wanted to just rip off your dress and fuck you rough and fast but he had to be slow and gentle. He didn't want to hurt you after so these years, also he wanted that man to notice each and every moment of your face as Suguru pleased you slowly.

He kissed your jaw tenderly as his hands roamed around your body, recalling each and every curves of yours. His kisses trailed down to your neck. His breath and lip was making you go insane. You wanted more- all of him.

Your hands played with his hair which was tied in half up do. He loved when you played with his hairs. You grunted and moved your head back to give him more space to kiss.

He licked and bit your soft skin while you softly moaned. His lips found his way down to your cleavage. He pressed a few kiss on there before looking up at you.

"Sweetheart, would you mind getting up a bit?"

You nodded and lifted your body a bit to give Suguru a better access to the zip of your dress. His hands reached for the zip and he again kissed you. He pulled down the zip and strated to drag your sleeves down along with the dress.

You gulped and clutched his hands. The presence of other person made you a bit concerned. Suguru understood your signs and soothed you down.

"Shh it's okay love, don't mind that jerk..focus on me"

You nodded and let him continue. His fingers came back on your dress and he pulled it down, exposing your lacy white bra.

Your heart was beating fast after so many days. Suguru stared at you with lust and adoration. You couldn't look at his eyes. Your cheeks were flushed and you squirm under his body.

"Patience baby. Let me enjoy the vision", Suguru teased. Then he pulled your dress down your legs and threw it to a side. You were left in your lacy bra and panty. The cold air touched your skin, making you gasp. Suguru looked at Neoya who was staring at your body. His eyes were now widened and he was getting hard. Suguru smirked and made you his focus again. He lowered and places kisses on your each breasts. You whimpered in response. Suguru's skillful hand slided at your back to unclip your bra. He pulled it with his hands and took it off. He put it to a side. His hands softly glided on your hardened nipples.

"So soft..", Suguru mumbled "the only thing that jerk was right about is this", he pointed at your breasts and cupped them from the under. You shivered at his touch. He started to massage them tenderly before giving your breasts a hard squeeze. Your back arched at his touch. Then he started to play with your hard nipples with his fingers. He tugged on them and pressed both of the nipples.

He slowly lowered his face near your nipples and licked the left one with his hot tongue before taking it in his mouth. He sucked on it slowly, making you moan his name. Your hand tugged on his hair in pleasure. His hand played with your other nipple. He sucked and licked it more. Then he let it go with a 'pop' sound and moved to the other one to give the same treatment.

Once he was done with both of your nipples, he fondled your breasts with his hands and started to kiss the middle area. His kisses trailed down to your belly. The stretch marks from your pregnency was still visible on your lower stomach. He stared at the marks which made you concious again and you squirmed. Your movement made Suguru look back at you.

"Don't struggle. Let me adore the signs which indicates how you carried my cute baby in your womb with so much care. These are beautiful, darling" , he started to kiss your marks.

His words made you both shy and needier. You whimpered and melted in his touch even further. Your arousal was forming and it was visible in your white panty.

"Your stretch marks are the signs of your motherhood baby. Your belly is the indication that you have lived your life. Jerks like him will never understand the beauty of these marks.", he glared over Naoya and kissed your marks again.

"Mhmm Suguru-"

"Hmm", he hummed in response and moved down further to settle between your legs. A wet patch was formed in your panty. Suguru's eyes couldn't leave it. He stared and licked his lower lips.

"My girl..so needy ...just f'me..?"

You nodded desperately. He smirked and tugged at the hem of your panty. He pulled it and dragged it down, exposing your glistening cunt.

"So wet ...so beautiful", Suguru remarked and parted your legs and kissed your inner thighs. Before he continued, he took your bra and panty and threw at at Naoya's way, which landed on his lad and shoulder. Naoya was painfully hard and his precum was ruining his pants. Suguru grinned.

"Like what you see? Jerk", Suguru asked Naoya, who only violently shake his body to make himself free. Suguru didn't give a fuck and looked back at you.

He put himself down at the level of your cunt and looked at your eyes from that level. It only made you wetter.

"Please..", you mumbled.

"Please what love?", he asked with a smile.

You whined, suddenly feeling shy to use your words.

"It's okay I understand", he kissed your inner thighs again before placing a soft kiss on your pelvis. Then he kissed your lower lips softly and you bucked your hips up. But he pins you down by your waist.

"No need to be so impatient love, I am here to give you everything you know", he spoke over your skin. He kissed your slit softly and give it a slight lick, tasting your sweet arousal on his tongue.

"Mhmm as delicious as ever~", he remarked with a smirk and your face flushed again. He gave it a few more licks before he kissed your clit. He started to lick it and swirled his tongue around it and started to suck on it softly. The sucking turned hard in no time as he sucked and played with your clit, making you moan his name again and again.

He was making out with your other lips as a knot started to from in your stomach. With every moment of his tongue, it was threating to burst out. Suguru pushed his tongue inside you, which made you eyes roll back in pleasure. It wasn't enough for him, so he started to play with your clit with his fingers.

He pulled back, only to replace his tongue with his fingers. His lip and jaw was glistening with your arousal. He curled his fingers inside you and added a second one. His pace was fastening when he added another finger. His fingers were long, far longer than yours. It reached to the right spots inside you, while yours barely did. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, making you moan louder than before.

"Gonna cum baby? Cum then. Cum all over my fingers and my tongue"

You moaned and arched your back. His tongue again attacked your clit as he fingered you. Soon you screamed his name and came all over his fingers and tongue. He hummed and lapped up your juices greedily and got up from the position and looked down at your panting body which was coming down from it's high.

"You did a great job, love", he praised and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his tongue.

He got up and looked at Naoya. His pant was dump and he was sweating.

"Look baby, the jerk who degraded you, is now turned on by your alluring body and your sweet moans", Suguru smirked. You looked at Naoya and noticed his eyes traveling from your face to your rising breasts to your puffy soaked cunt. You didn't feel shy, instead a feeling of joy took over your body and you smiled.

"Let's give him another show to enjoy...hmm?"

You again nodded with a smile. Suguru hummed and took off his shirt, giving you a view of his toned and perfect abs, which you missed a lot. His visuals were always enough to make you feel needy and attracted towards him.

His hands worked on his belt and he took it off along with his boxer, exposing his hardened thick cock. You stared at it like you always did.

"Missed it?", Suguru smirked.

"A lot", you pathetically said. Suguru smiled and kissed you. Precum was already leaking from his tip. He pumped his cock a few times to coat it in his precum and then rubbed it against your soaking cunt, using your arousal as lube.

You moaned as his cock touched your cunt. You missed it, you missed it so much. Your heart felt so happy as you felt the intimate touch. Suguru also grunted as he felt your cunt touching his cock. He missed you too. He missed burying himself in your wet pussy so fucking much.

When his cock was fully covered in your juice and his precum, he positioned himself at your entrance. He kissed you deeply and slowly started to push himself inside you. Your moan became louder with every inch he put inside you. When he was finally inside you, he kissed you again and you two moaned in between the kiss. He gave you time to adjust to his size. When you were finally ready, he started to work his hips.

He was going slow, making you feel every bit of his movement. You arch your back and moaned his name.

"Mhmm Suguru more please..faster..", you begged. Suguru listened to you started to rock his hips faster. Soon he picked up a pace and thrusted into you harder. You chanted his name like a matra and he kissed your neck and his hands played with your nipples.

He took your legs and put it on his shoulder and this position made his cock reach deeper inside you. He hitted your g-spot with each thrust and you moaned along with it. You were getting close and cleaned around him. His cock twitched inside you. You could feel he was close as well. His voice hitched as he moaned in your ears.

"Fuck baby..you take me so well. So fucking well..keep cleaning around me..like that..gonna cum...gonna fill you up so good..mhmm", Suguru spoke.

"Mhmmm Sugu- fuck i'm close too~"

"Shit..you're clenching me so hard, my sweet little wife~", Suguru whispered in your ears. You were getting even closer on hearing him addressing you as 'my wife'. Suguru was quick to catch it and started to praise you by calling you his wife. Even after a few years of divorce, you still weren't out of his spell of magical love. You wanted him to claim you as his wife all the time and you wanted to claim is as your husband as well.

Suguru's motion was getting sloppy and random. He thrusted himself fast in you. You two moaned out each other's names and you came on his cock. Suguru followed you soon by filled you up with his cum.

Both of you panted heavily and suguru pulled himself out. He fell beside you, dragging your overstimulated body closer to his and kissed your neck softly. When he was a bit settled, he got up and walked to where Naoya was tied. He was all sweaty and pathetic. Suguru grinned at him.

"You wish it was you who fucked her instead of me..huh?"

Naoya nodded his head pathetically again, losing sense of what he was exactly meaning.

"Too bad, she is mine....still hard? Pathetic. See how the woman you called ugly has turned you on so good that you're acting like a dog ?", Suguru gave him an amused look.

"First I wanted to break your jaw for your nasty ugly comments towards her but then I thought, this might be far better torture for a shit like you"

Suguru pulled off the tape of Noaya's mouth and he started to pant heavily.

"You..you two..all of you suck!!"

"Still have nerve to speak? I'm surprised."

Suguru untied him quickly.

"Now get the fuck out of here and never show your ugly face to me or my wife!"

"Your..wife?"

"Ex-wife"

Naoya strated to smirk.

"Just for saying. Don't think much. I'm planing on making her my wife again", Suguru whispered in his ears. Your overstimulated brain was far too foggy to notice Suguru's word. Naoya cursed you guys under his breath and left the room as fast he could. Suguru chuckled, closed the door again and came back to you. He hugged you close and kissed you.

"I love you, my wife, my love"

"Mhmm", you mumbled softly and fell asleep, feeling extremely tired. Suguru thanked Satoru, Shoko and Utahime for forcing him and you to come to the same bar at the same day.

Finally he could see a chance to win you back, you get back with you and his lovely daughter. Just the weekends or day offs weren't enough, he wanted to see his child grow, to see his baby girl playing with her mother, his wife. He would for sure win you back.

After all, it was all worth it.

DAMNNN THAT WAS ..SOMETHING. This is the first time I wrote a whole ass smut. Maybe it sucked..or maybe it was actually nice..idk..i'm looking forward to improve all of it.

Thank you for reading <3 have a nice day♡

Reblogs and comments are much appreciated ♡

[stari-hun]

Reverse 1999 x Undertale Friendships

See now I’m fixated on merging them both

Time Trauma Buddies

Vertin and Sans would be such good friends cause they both went through the niche experience of being stuck in the middle of the narrative device without being able to save others for years and years.

The worst part is that both of them would absolutely find out about the other during a joke. Like there’d be a game of Never Have I Ever and Vertin would be losing and pull out the “Never have I ever not been stuck in time crumbling around me as I’m forced to watch the people I know disappear again and again” and Sans , also on one finger left, is the only one besides Vertin to not put a finger down.

Researcher Trio

Lucy and Alphys having the most concerned researcher friendship. Like they’d be taking and having so much fun exchanging information and theories, but Lucy would be like a dad dropping extremely traumatic events out of left field. “Dusting is when a monster d-dies, and because we don’t have physical forms, w-we turn into dust!” “I’ve turned into dust a few times, it is an unpleasant experience.” “W..what”

Enigma also gets along with Alphys very well because even though he’s very intense he’s a lot my MedPocket. Very considerate to those around them because they’re aware of how they come off. If someone’s rude they don’t care to tone it down, but if they genuinely feel uncomfortable then they’re happy to chill out. Enigma softens his voice around Alphys and instantly calms himself down cause he knows that even if she’s right in a situation she can’t answer someone if they’re yelling down her throat. Plus Lucy would start trying to recruit her for Laplace even harder so that she could keep her around Ulrich and herself so Engima can’t get too hysterical around them.

Flame Trio

Spathodea getting a second adopted dad with Grillby (Shamane is the first, and actually if I wanna ship him and grillby no one can stop me). Their first meeting ends with her sprinting away from him after giving the biggest gasp. He rightfully misunderstands that she’s shocked at the living fire, and just didn’t realize he was a monster and in control of his flames. Right up until she brings back Ulu yelling about another person like her, and while Ulu is a completely different type of fire elemental than Grillby, they get along pretty well. He ends up teaching Spathodea what kinds of fruits and juices cover up the taste of medicine, and which ones go well together in general so that she can have better health drinks.

Tea Buddies

6 and Asgore having a very awkward friendship in the beginning. Any time 6 is away from a member of Apeiron he fully unmasks, and the best way he likes to enjoy his time away is in total silence. The perfect place for him was the waterfalls but eventually some a lesbian fish duo took over the place so he ended up in Asgore’s garden. At first Asgore was super unsettled by the tall and entirely silent human, but after a while they form a silent friendship.

Girl Kissing Fishes

Vila and Undyne would get along like a house on FIREEEEEEE. They’re so similar and great with the way they’re loyal to their friends and accepting but they’ll do anything to protect their home and families. If it had came down to it then Vila would’ve 100% beat the hell out of Zeno to protect Rayashki for as long as she lived doing it. Vila and Undyne trading fighting techniques and ways to talk to kids and entertain them. Them hanging out by the waterfall area constantly while they hangout and have the time of their lives. Undyne starts calling her friends Comrade

[dizzyjelly]

Better Than Him(18+)

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Your boyfriend Derek says something offensive about your bsf Abby, you get into a fight with him then Abby comforts you. Then she spends the night and you wake up after a spicy dream and you two get up to some fun.

Cw: rude bf, fighting, cheating, smut, thigh riding, pussy eating, slight overstimulation

It was a relaxing afternoon in your dorm as usual. You'd just been sat on your loveseat, your bestfriend Abby next to you. The both of you had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a while, when your phone buzzed. Abby glanced over for a second, trying to see who it'd been. But it wad out of her view. She wasn't too worried though. You rolled your eyes with a light scoff.

"It's Derek, asking me to come over." You told her.

"Just tell him you're busy." She shrugged, continuing to scroll through tiktok on her phone.

"Yeah, yeah, already on it." You responded.

Derek: Come over? I'm bored lol

You: Sorry, can't! Abbys hanging at my place rn

Derek: fr? Wtf

You: Wdym?

Derek: nothing. I just don't like her is all.

You: wth. Why.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your brows furrowing mostly with confusion and a bit of frustration. Sure, Derek never loved Abby, but he hadn't ever expressed negative feelings towards her before. Abby took notice to your change in demeanor, but decided not to say anything. Not yet at least.

It bothered you, what he'd said. Because she was your best friend after all. You guys had known each other since middle school, and he know how inexplicably close you were.

"Derek's being weird." You announced with a sigh as he typed.

"How?" Abby asked, setting her phone down as she leaned against the back of the couch and looked over at you.

"He said he didn't like you." You explained and looked back at her.

Immediately Abby felt confused, and a little annoyed. Because what the hell? She wasn't worried you'd choose him over her one bit, but it definitely bothered her hearing this. She tried to conceal the evident change in her mood, but you noticed anyways.

"Oh." Was all she said.

"I don't know what his fucking problem is." You responded, the frustration very evident in your voice.

Abby chewed at her thumbnail quietly as you were busy reading his response.

Derek: I mean she's honestly kind of a bitch and she's clearly obsessed with u lol. Idek why you're friends with her tbh.

You: you're kidding right? That is so fucking rude she's literally been my best friend for years how could u even say that?

You: I don't even wanna talk to you. Don't text me for a while.

Derek: what? Babe ur being dramatic, I'm just telling the truth.

And with that you silenced notifications from him and closed your messaging app. A bitter scoff fell from your lips as you shut your phone off and practically threw it into your lap. Abbys brows raised at this, intrigued at what he said to get you so upset.

"What? What did he say?" She asked, leaning closer to you.

"Nothing, don't worry about it. He's being an idiot. Let's just talk about anything else, please." You rolled your eyes, not even wanting to think about him.

Abby respected your wishes of course, instead talking about one of her class assignments. She ranted about how difficult it would be, and asked if you'd help her with it. You said yes of course. Then once she was bored of that she suggested watching a movie. You agreed and soon the two of you were under the covers in your bed, backs against the headboard.

You set your laptop up on your legs, giving each of you a nice and comfortable view. Abby would only ever suggest horror so you just let her pick the movie without sny protest. She settled on a movie called Lights Out. As per usual, you found yourself resting you head on her shoulder as you wrapped your hands around her forearm.

You always seeked comfort during scary movies, and she had no problem providing you with that. With every jumpscare you'd yelp and turn so your face was pressed against Abbys shoulder. She'd chuckled lightly at your scaredy-cat demeanor, which she'd tease you relentlessly for later. The movie was nearly over when somebody knocked at your door, you thought maybe it was your floor supervisor doing a check-in.

"Babe? Come on, please let me in." Then you heard his voice.

You let out an angry huff, pausing the movie and looking over at Abby. She crossed her arms as she sat uncomfortably, watching as you got uo reluctantly to answer the door.

"What? I said I didn't wanna talk to you." Your tone was harsh as you answered the door.

"I know I just-" he stopped when he caught a glimpse of Abby, in your bed, "she's still here? And why is she in your bed? What the fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Oh my God. We were watching a movie! Now what do you even want?" You asked, already beyond annoyed.

"Well, I just came to try and reason with you." He answered.

"Ok and how are you gonna do that? What you said way completely insulting, I'm not gonna hear you out on this." You chuckled bitterly, turning around and walking into your room more.

Unfortunately he'd followed you in, Abby had moved to the edge of your bed now. She was nervous, never having seen the two of you fight before. She'd only heard of arguments from you, never actually witnessed it firsthand.

"Come on, you have to admit there was some truth to what I said!" He yelled, having closed your door behind him.

"There's really not though! Not in my eyes at least, don't you have anything else to say?" You asked, clearly expecting an apology.

"Like what? If you're looking for a sorry I'm not giving you one." He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He stood his ground, crossing his arms as he was frozen in place. You sighed, bringing a hand to your face, resting it over your eyes. Abby stood now, coming to your side. Derek scoffed at this.

"Hey, it's fine." She whispered in your ear, a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

"No it's not. I just want him out." You whispered back as you turned to face her, biting your lip nervously.

"Then just kick him out." She shrugged.

Your turned back around to face Derek, crossing your own arms as you stepped closer to him. He smiled at you smugly, clearly expecting something very different than what you were about to say.

"You need to leave. Get out, now." Your voice was stern.

"What? You're not serious." He shook his head in disbelief.

"Yeah, I am. Just get the fuck out. I don't want you here!" You shouted at him now, throwing your arms into the air frustratedly.

"Whatever man." He rolled his eyes, exiting and slamming the door shut behind him.

A deep sigh fell from your lips as you felt exhausted and drained. You sat on your loveseat once again, your head falling into your hands as tears welled in your eyes. It wasn't really the fact you argued with him, you just felt overwhelmed. Which was the worst for you.

Abby frowned as you started to cry, sitting close next to you as she brought an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into her almost immediately, wrapping your arms around her and she did the same. She rubbed at your back soothingly as you cried into her chest.

"Hey, it's gonna be fine ok? I'm here." She spoke softly, and you just nodded.

Eventually you calmed down, and of course because Abby helped you. She'd offer to stay the night, which you enthusiastically agreed to. You'd give her a t-shirt to borrow, and she'd just leave her basketball shorts from the day on. Then you got yourself changed, comfortable in just panties and an oversized t-shirt that was just long enough to reach past your ass.

You let her get into bed first, shutting off the light then laughing as you practically fell on top of her when you got into bed. She laughed too, feeling her cheeks burn red hot at the feeling of your body against hers in such an intimate way. Her hands found their easy to rest on the small of your back, your own resting on her shoulders.

She thanked the lord you'd shut off the light because otherwise she's sure you'd see how hard she was blushing. Or how she bit her lip so damn hard it nearly bled. After a moment, you rolled over and face the wall.

"Go to bed you goof." You whispered out, pulling your blanket to your chin.

"Good night." Was Abbys response as she lied down, facing you.

"Night." You responded, closing your eyes.

You'd fall asleep in no time, meanwhile Abby was having trouble. She just stared at your back, the way your hair fell on your shoulders. It was hard to not let her mind wander to not so clean places. Not like she's never thought about you in that way before, but this time felt different.

You two had cuddled before sure, but something about earlier felt so much more tense. The way you didn't say anything, just lied there. Then she thought about Derek. She knew you guys had sex before, but just the though of it disgusted her.

Realistically, Abby knew she could give you so much better. But she wasn't even sure if you liked girls. And if you did, why would you like her? You were just best friends after all, and making things romantic could just ruin everything. She was willing her mind to shut off now, tossing and turning uncomfortably. Then she heard you gasp awake.

"Y/n? You ok?" She asked, turning to face you once again.

"Yeah, yeah. Just had a nightmare is all." You answered, breathing a bit heavily as you turned to face her.

"Aw, sorry." She brought a hand to rest on your shoulder.

"Thanks." You brought your hand to your shoulder as well, resting it atop hers.

"Do you wanna talk about it or anything?" She asked.

"No, no. Actually would you- could you just hold me?" You asked, your voice shaking the slightest with nerves.

"Yeah, of course." Abby answered, which had a sigh of relief falling past your lips.

She pulled you into her side, and you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around her as you buried your face into her. And then, you hiked your leg up over her own. Abby swore she might stop breathing as she could feel the material of your panties against her bare leg. It was like something out of a wet dream.

She wrapped her arms around you as her mind went wild. It took all her willpower not to ask to fuck you right then and there, but she managed. The both of you fell asleep within the next hour.

Usually when you'd cuddle with Abby, you'd sleep throughout the night. But tonight was different. You woke up at nearly two in the morning, trying to catch your breath and wondering why you felt so weird. Then you realized, you had a sex dream... about Abby! What the hell!

This was new and very surprising. You wouldn't expect that in a million years. Well, maybe that's a stretch, but still. It was hard not to notice how wet you were, surely a spot had formed on your panties by now. You let out a low whine as you nuzzle your face into Abbys neck, your lips pressed against the side of it.

"Abbyyy. Abby wake up." You whined, shaking her lightly by holding onto her shoulder.

You waited as she finally stirred awake, groaning as her hand rested on your back. She closed her eyes as she talked to you.

"What?" She asked, tired.

"Abby don't go back to sleep. I- I need you." You stuttered as you spoke, feeling embarrassed.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Her eyes were definitely open now.

"Like- I need you." You let out a small whimper.

Abby soon got your message loud and clear as you started to kiss along her neck, leaving one hickey for good measure. Her breath hitched as you continued, kissing along her jaw ten making your way to her pulse point. A low moan came from her as you began to lightly suck and nip at it.

"Y/n, I don't know if this is a good id-" You put a hand over her mouth as you began to straddle her, your hair falling so it tickled the sides of her face.

"Come on Abby. Let's just help each other out. It can be a one time thing if you want." You whispered in a sultry voice.

"Fuck, ok." She did not want it to be a one time thing, but she'd be damned if she didn't let this happen right now.

Abby brought her hands to your waist, and you leaned forward to connect your lips to her own. She let her hands roam your body as you deepened the kiss, moaning into her mouth when she slipped her tongue into yours. The way she swirled it around your own drove you crazy, it felt like you were seeing stars.

You let out a sigh as you sat up, throwing your head back with pleasure as Abby squeezed your plump ass. She then moved her hands to your thighs, moving them so that you only straddle her left thigh. You bit down at your bottom lip, a smile on your face as you stabilized yourself by putting your hands on her chest.

Ever so slowly, Abby began to grind your hips. It put a delicious pressure to your clit, even through your panties. It didn't take you long yo remove them though, your bare cunt now gliding beautifully against her upper thigh. She'd flex it every so often, causing you to moan even louder than you already were. Abby smiled, letting out a small groan at the feeling of your slick gathering on her thigh.

"Fuckkk Abby~ you dont even know h-how long I've wanted th-this." You stuttered on your words as her hand remained on your hips, continuing to help you as you grinded against her.

"Tell me about it." She chuckled, admiring you as your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open.

You brought your hands to Abbys shoulders now, your vocabulary consisting only of abbys name and a few curses. Given you weren't really talking much, mostly moaning pathetically as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. A few more minutes passed and you knew if Abby kept going you'd cum.

"I'm gonna-" You moaned loudly, cutting yourself off, "gonna cum." You whined, gasping lightly.

"It's alright baby, go ahead. Come on, cum for me." She helped you continue as your hips stuttered.

And when you finally came, it was like you'd gone to heaven and back. You'd never felt this euphoric with anyone before. Abby smiled at you as you came down from your high, a small laugh falling past your lips.

You let out a quiet whine as you let your head fall to rest on her shoulder, her arms wrapped around you as you stayed sat in place. Abby rubbed her hands up and down your back, placing kisses along your cheek and down to the side of your neck.

"We done or did you wanna keep going?" She whispered.

"I definitely don't wanna stop." You whispered back, pulling your head up to kiss her on the lips.

Then you began to kiss her jaw, and down her neck. You went all along her collarbones, your hands running up and down her sides. You gazed up at her with a smile, brining your hands to the hem of her shirt and waiting for the ok. She nodded and lifted her arms, you pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

You brought your hands immediately to her tits, squeezing them gently then rolling her hard nippled between your fingers as you kissed down between them. You couldn’t help but laugh as you got her tummy and blew a raspberry on it. She laughed too.

"Wh- did you just blow a fuckin' raspberry down there?" She asked as she propped her elbows up on either side of herself.

"Maybe..." You answered shyly, chuckling.

"Just be quiet and let me do this." You spoke with some authority now.

"Yes ma'am.." She answered, closing her eyes as her head fell to rest on your pillows.

You'd kissed all the way down to the waistband of her shorts, looking up once again and waiting until she nodded before pulling both them and her panties off in one swift motion. Abby let out a deep moan as you licked a slow stripe up through her folds, collecting the majority of her slick onto the tip of your tongue. You groaned at the delightful taste of her.

Her moans grew louder as you wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking harshly before drawing figure 8's on it with the tip of your tongue. Then you shifted so you could bring a hand up, easily sliding in your middle and ring finger into her aching hole. Her breath stuttered as you curled your fingers, perfectly hitting her g-spot while continuing your assault on her clit.

Abbys hands gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white, and she felt that familiar pressure building in her stomach. Unable to control herself, she jerked her hips forward and grinded onto your face. You let out a small moan, the vibration sending an entire new wave of pleasure to the blonde girl.

Her thighs closed instinctively as she reached her high, and you let them. Her chest rose and fell at a fast pace as she moaned and gasped through her blinding orgasm.

"Oh- God. I fucking love you Y/n." She moaned and your heart skipped a beat.

You didnt stop even after she came, until she used a hand to push you away, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. You listened, pulling back with a sigh.

"Mm, fuck. Get up here and kiss me." Abby spoke breathlessly.

You listened immediately, crawling over top of her as you caged her between your arms. Your hands placed on the sheet as you leaned forward and sloppily kissed Abby. She whined at the taste of herself on your tongue, brining her hands to the back of your neck and tangling them in your hair. Once you pulled away your used the back of your hand to wipe her juices from your chin.

"Abby... I love you too." You spoke as you rested your forehead against hers.

She laughed, her hands now coming to hold your face lovingly. Her laughter was infectious as ever, causing small giggles to fall past your lips as well. You continued to giggle as she kissed each of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead, and then finally your lips.

"I'm gonna go get a washcloth, mkay?" You told her, already standing to make your way tonthe bathroom.

You came back to find Abby pulling her shirt back on. She smiled at you as you walked over to her, wiping both her thigh and between her legs. Then you cleaned yourself before tossing the washcloth into your hamper then putting a new pair of panties on. Abby put her own back on, letting her shorts stay on the floor.

Abby ran her hands through her hair, waiting for you to join her back into bed. She layed on her side and held her arms out for you. You wasted no time in curling up against her, wrapping your arms around her and nuzzling your face into her neck. Abby held you and rubbed your back until you both fell asleep again.

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 8

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: references to violence

Rude Awakening

It was a miracle Kid didn't toss you over his shoulder and steal you away to his cabin. He still very much did the second half of that, but if he had done the first, the crew would have gotten an eyeful. Maybe you could at least get some real clothes. You were currently surveilling the room in front of you. The bed was huge, unsurprisingly, and had a plush, furry duvet thrown over it. You curled your lip at how you could imagine being sweaty and uncomfortable all night under it. Staring more closely, you noticed places on the headboard where things, like, say, handcuffs, could be attached. You raised an eyebrow. Fun. There was a walk-in closet filled with mostly red and black pieces. Next to that, there was a door that you assumed led to a bathroom and in the corner opposite the bed, there was something akin to a drafting table. Directly across from the bed, there was a chaise, Kid's feathery coat thrown over it. 

"This'll do... But where will you sleep?" As if you didn't provoke the man enough. 

Kid threw back his head and laughed. "That mouth of yers gets ya into trouble, doesn't it?"

"It gets me out of trouble, too."  You quipped, heading towards the door that you guessed was to a bathroom. Opening it and peering inside, you guessed correctly. Kid's taste was questionable, but he liked expensive things. There was a black marble bathtub that could fit several people, well, several normal size people. There was also a shower head attached to it in the case that there wasn't time for a luxurious bath. "I would kill for a real shower," you somewhat muttered to yourself. The luxuries of being on a ship were starting to flood back to you: showers, hot water, runningwater, real food, meals, other people, booze, no fucking sand. 

"As much as I'd like to put that theory to the test, I have things to take care of." Kid said mildly regretfully. "Fuckin morons can't live without me." 

"Well, I certainly can," you said, turning the water to the shower on. "I'll be thoroughly enjoying the hot water. Come get me if someone gets maimed." 

Kid lingered to watch you take off your shirt and empty holster. The dim light of the cabin was still brighter than the moonlight and revealed a little bit more. He could tell you were skinnier than you should be, hip bones poking out and rib outlines visible. It wasn't extreme by any means, but he let his mind wander with how you might look with a little more curve. He turned to leave before his imagination went wild. As much as he would love to punish you for being mouthy, he was exhausted and he didn't need his bedroom reputation to be tarnished with a lack of energy. There would be plenty of time for that. Wire let him know earlier that the next island was weeks away. 

The hot water against your skin was heavenly. It could bring tears to your eyes how good this felt after years of not having the privilege. You felt guilty that you were enjoying this so much when poor Mini was remanded to the brig. Before she was escorted there, you assured her that it wouldn't be for long. You half-wished that you had opted for a bath to really indulge. The reason you didn't was that you thought that would have been too tempting for Kid, and although you weren't necessarily against him jumping your bones, this moment was meant to be for you and you alone. When the water started losing its warmth, you decided it was time to get out.

Opening the bathroom door, you expected to see Kid splayed out waiting in his bed. Instead, you were alone. Still without clothes, leaving the cabin was not happening. In that case, you chose the side of the bed that looked the least slept in and made yourself comfortable. Silk sheets...not bad. Exhaustion hit you hard and you didn't have any thoughts past that before having the most restful sleep of your life. Even Kid's eventual snoring didn't wake you up. 

Kid was still shocked that you actually decided to sleep in his bed. He was perplexed that you weren't scared of a total stranger, and one that was an infamous pirate at that. Something was off about you. He just had to figure out what that was. Or wait for Killer to get better and let him figure it out. He was better at that stuff. For a moment, Kid thought about letting you sleep in. After all, you were so quiet like this. That thought lasted about 10 seconds before he grabbed your ankle and dragged you out of bed, your body making a solid thump on the floor. Kid did say you were a rookie, and rookies had to work. 

A surprised cry left your mouth as you found yourself on the floor, partially tangled in sheets. "What the fuck?!" You tugger reflexively at the sheets to cover yourself. 

"Get yer ass up, Rotten. Come on deck when yer dressed, or come naked. I don't care, but yer gonna earn yer stay." 

You narrowed your eyes at the new nickname. As long as it keeps them from asking my real one. He could see the smart remark waiting to launch itself at him, yet before you could get it out, there were clothes thrown at you and he was turning on his heel to leave.  "Aye, aye, Captain." There was a random assortment of clothes, none of them your style, and most of them leaving little to the imagination. "That fucking bastard," you muttered to yourself, holding up the only bottoms in your size, light-washed cut-off jean shorts. They barely qualified as shorts. Sorting through the fabric, you unfortunately found no underwear or bras, only mesh and lace. Considering the tops, you found the least see-through ones that would fit and ended up with a dark-red cropped babydoll tee with a cut part-way down the middle. At least it was tight enough to hold your boobs in place somewhat. It wouldn't be a bad outfit to the right person, though you didn't particularly enjoy the shorts riding up your ass, and you would never pick it out willingly. The shoes were somehow in your size... however they were the tackiest pair of high heels you had ever seen in your life. Barefoot it is. Judging by the array, you thought these clothes were probably left behind by some of the crews' paid lady companions. 

Before heading out, you grabbed your things, not intending to make your place in this cabin permanent. Something blue on the table caught your attention and you grabbed that, too. It was easy to figure out where to go based on the direction of loud voices. The voices ceased as soon as you opened the door to the deck. You internally struggled with whether to shout insults at them or just ignore them. Wisely, you decided to ignore them and find the captain. You didn't feel like immediately drawing more attention to yourself. Your tiny outfit was enough. Out of nowhere, a huge hand was guiding you from the back of your neck towards a side door and shoving you in. Inside was a pleasantly clean room with a distinct anti-septic smell and a few stretchers, one of which was occupied by Killer. 

"Tend to him and then ya can go to the brig and clean up the mess yer beastie made." Kid looked you up and down. "Shame. Was hoping ya would pick the mesh." 

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe I'll wear it tomorrow if you're a good boy." The last two words were drawn out. 

Kid backed you up against one of the counters on the side of the room. "It's cute when ya do all this barking." Kid put his hand on the scarred side of your face, instantly causing your stomach to turn. "But do it in front of my crew and I will make ya regret it." His face hardened and his hand slid to firmly hold your throat, oddly bringing you relief even though it was evident he could strangle you with one hand. Kid looked at you a second longer to make sure you understood and then left, slamming the door.  

You let out the breath you were holding. What was that? Kid's threat didn't scare you. No, it wasn't that. You had been through worse. Which is maybe why it bothered you so much to feel touch on that side of your face. You used to dream about it. Visions crept into your mind of the near past: you in a cell, periodic visitors bringing you near death but never letting you get there, bleeding out on the wood deck of a ship, searing pain on your face and then nothing. Bile rose in your throat, forcing you to run to the sink in the room to vomit. You stayed leaned over the sink for a minute and rinsed your mouth out. 

Next

[starishome]

My one and only friend…

Madeline had never had any friends, even when surrounded by people, she had never felt like she belonged anywhere.

The girls at school hated her and when the teachers forced her to join in she never understood what they were talking about. Not to mention the boys, always bothering her and saying very uncomfortable things about her and her body.

Being a rich girl didn't help her at all because she was always alone, her father was never home, her older brother already had his own occupations, and her mother... her mother was long gone.

Madeline was alone…

Until now…

~

“I don’t know why you do so much shopping if you live alone” Philip complained as he grabbed a basket of fruit from the counter “Although well, you are rich, obviously you have to waste the money somewhere”

Madeline finally had a friend and that was Philip. Both went on adventures to find a way to return the human to his home on “earth”, although most of the time they spent it doing mundane things like this, buying groceries at the market.

The witch looked at the hunter and a small smile appeared on her face…

Lately she feels happier than usual when she is with him, she gets anxious when he calls her and asks if they can see each other, was this how it felt to be friends with someone?

Was it normal to feel dizzy when he got too close? No, it wasn't dizzy, it was something else. Her heart raced when he smiled at her, when he caressed her head and when he squeezed her hand whenever she felt overwhelmed…

Both teenagers walked to Madeline's house. Philip left the baskets in the kitchen and Madeline gave him a small cake that had finally finished cooling.

“So, I'm off,” the human said as he patted Madeline's head. “I still have to finish the potions.”

“Don't worry, t-thank you so much for joining me shopping,” Madeline replied with a smile.

“Madeline are you a-” a voice spoke from behind the teens.

“Alder… nice to see you” the human forced a smile.

“Hello… Wittebane…” Alder replied with disdain.

Alder looked at his sister and then at the human and immediately scrunched up his face, although the feeling was mutual because the human did the same. There was silence for a few seconds, both men looking at each other, simply telling each other that neither wanted the other's presence there.

“Well… Mady” said the human caressing the witch’s cheek “I’ll call you later” Philip smiled and looked at Madeline sweetly.

This made the witch’s heart race, why did she feel so weird? There it was again, that strange feeling in her stomach, now she felt nervous, what was that warmth in her chest? Is this what it felt like to have friends?

Nothing mattered now, She wanted to be like this forever, just looking at the sky that was inside Philip eyes, she wanted him to caress her forever... she wanted that-

“Okay that’s enough!” Alder raised his voice and pulled Madeline back away from Philip “Go away… please”

Philip simply rolled his eyes, turned around and walked away, leaving the Blight mansion.

Alder watched him go with a frown and even felt a tick in his eye. For Titan he definitely hated that kid, he called him “Alder” as if they were equals, how rude, although he hated more that his little sister was friends with that jerk.

“Hey” the witch called “What’s that smile on your face?” Alder asked his sister, clenching his fists and grimacing.

“How does it feel… how does it feel to have friends Alder?”

“What…?”

“When are you going to meet your friends… does your stomach hurt? Well it doesn’t hurt, but… it feels strange?” Madeline questioned.

“Uh…”

“Oh! And do you feel like your heart is beating faster? Sometimes we hold hands and I… I can hear my heartbeat and not only that!”

Her ears turned red

“Madeline…”

“I like it when Philip grabs my cheeks, he says they are very soft and pretty and it makes me feel very very good!”

Her cheeks turned red

“Madeline”

“Also I… I… I want Philip to dance with me like last time! It felt good when he grabbed my waist and I put my hands on his shoulders, also! Also! His voice is getting deeper and deeper, more masculine and I-!”

“Madeline!” Alder exclaimed “I understand… I understand”

The witch, embarrassed, looked away from her brother, she didn't understand, she didn't know what was happening, maybe she shouldn't feel that way, maybe she should, everything was so confusing and she just wanted the confusion to end. Maybe she had been keeping those things in until she exploded.

“I never felt this way about a friend…” Alder confessed and looked at the witch “however… I did feel this way before I married Nyaara…”

“Oh… it’s okay… I guess…”

Alder looked at his little sister, that lost look, he knew there was a conflict with herself, although in a certain way he understood why it happened. After all, Madeline had never had friends, she didn’t talk to anyone and she was always alone.

Now he felt guilty, his little sister was so alone, that’s why she could never identify how she felt, maybe if he had been there… he always made the excuse that they were 10 years apart, but those were just that… excuses.

“How about we go out to eat today?” Alder asked, this caught the witch’s attention and he smiled “We can go to your favorite restaurant, I’ll pay”

Madeline’s eyes lit up and she nodded happily, she ran to her room laughing.

~

“Of all the people…” he got upset “it had to be that stupid human…”

~

Tag: @enchantedchocolatebars

[generatia]

* . °•★|•°∵[A Rainy Sotenbori Night]∵°•|☆•° . *

Just a little Majima x Reader Fanfic I made, y/n is a doctor and she forgot her umbrella after work [Read More] * . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

It was a rainy night in Sotenbori, the smell of petrichor perforating through the city streets. Rain drops descended onto pavement in heavy blobs rather than subtle rain making all of the usual denizens who roamed the streets at this time fall away into the multitude of bars and clubs that littered the streets to escape the rain's wrath. Occasional lightning split the night sky giving a brief look into the dense clouds that loomed above the mesmerising neon signs illuminating the streets, a roaring sound of thunder often followed sending even the bravest souls indoors in fear of its rage, afterall no man was stronger than nature. 

In front of a convenience store underneath the awning stood you, impatient and very wet. 

“Crap, I can’t believe I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

Your uniform has been absolutely soaked through. The shirt you wore was heavily damp and sticking to your body in a cold, uncomfortable way pressing itself tightly against the remaining warmth of your skin, luckily you chose to wear a bra today although that didn’t take away from the shame you felt when others passed by and could almost see it. In the end you folded your arms tightly around your chest still holding your bag of groceries which were experiencing their own miniature flood inside the bag. Your black pencil skirt was now clinging to your figure firmly and the heels you chose to wear specifically today were completely ruined by the rain with each step creating a small squelching sound from the amount of rainwater in them. Nonetheless, you weren’t deterred. With one hand you took your phone out of your bag and flipped it open to try and call a cab so that you could at least try and get home before you caught some sort of illness or, before the flood waters of Sotenbori washed you away. You pressed the dial button and put it close to your ear and within seconds…

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Your phone had run out of battery. Technology, reliable as always. You shoved the phone back in your bag almost flinging it off of your shoulder and leaned against the window of the convenience store with your hands folded around your chest silently pleading and begging the heavens to stop just for a moment so that you could at least walk the short distance back to your apartment but the rain was unrelenting, a beast which couldn’t be tamed. It seemed jealousy was consuming you as you watched some of the people who remained outside carrying an umbrella, a shield against the cold water falling from above. Not only that, they were bundled up in coats and jackets, something that you seemed to be lacking as you missed the weather forecast this morning, opting to instead stay in bed a little while longer. Seems you regretted it now as you watched each person pass on the street growing greener with envy each passing minute. 

There was an old man with an umbrella who was walking his dog. Why does he need one and why is he walking his dog in the rain at this hour? There was a man who was clearly stumbling home drunk barely holding onto his umbrella, maybe if he passed out you could take it from him… no that was an evil idea too heinous even for you.

“[Y/N]-chan, what are you doing here?” And then there was him.

He practically materialised in front of you. How could you have not noticed him sooner, were you so deep in your own thoughts that you let him practically stand in front of you. You quickly snapped out of your trance and looked up at the voice, it was Majima. He stood just a little bit outside of the awning allowing for droplets of water to fall onto his snakeskin jacket and lathering his hair in water making it stick to the sides of his face, its fullness dampened by the rain. The drops that fell slid down his chest and onto his abs, it’s rude to stare but you couldn’t help it the man was built like a statue you’d find in a museum. His trousers also stuck to him like glue revealing his lean figure, yet despite that you couldn’t help but think he looked handsome and mysterious that way, a little badass even but you could never tell him that or it’d go straight to his head.

Majima wasn’t any better either, he couldn’t help but stare at what you were trying to conceal. He could see your full figure now that the rain had kindly clung itself to your clothes making sure each centimetre was accounted for, he felt as though he was being exposed to you in a way he shouldn’t be able to see and it made him blush a little. To him you had seemed so vulnerable and so beautiful at a time like this with the neon lights of the street signs illuminating your features and reflecting inside your eyes like a kaleidoscope. It was a mesmerising site for any man to behold, yet he was the lucky one. His eyes greedily assessed your body hoping for a moment that no one was around so that he was the only one who could gaze at your allure. 

After a few seconds the moment of silent and longing gazes was broken. 

“Majima-san, it’s good to see you. I just finished work and stopped by the store when the storm hit. I may have forgotten my umbrella…” At that last part your voice trailed off a bit as if you were ashamed that you had forgotten it, growing slightly quieter hoping he wouldn’t hear it but as always, he did. You shuffled your feet a bit, a telling sign you felt as though he was going to reprimand you for it. You did promise him that you would try and take better care of yourself but here you were soaked to the bone and feeling miserable about the whole ordeal. 

“Eh, is that so,” he walked up closer to you now so that both of you were beneath the awning. He positioned himself next to you brushing his arm close to yours, the smooth, wet snakeskin rubbing against the nylon of your blouse. The sudden contact made your skin prickle with goosebumps and a feeling of heat washed over you from head to toe warming your insides for a quick second, butterflies in your stomach alerting all your other senses to high alert. “Then I guess I’m gonna have to wait with ya ‘till the storm dies down, ain’t I?” He leaned back against the window with you, flashing you a half smile as he took out a cigarette from his pack and slid it between his lips. 

You got a better look at his face now that his features were slightly more illuminated by the signs, he looked exasperated and worn out. His posture and tiresome features betrayed the confidence he tried to upkeep while attempting to light his cigarette and doing so poorly. He kept fiddling with the lighter opening and closing it but no flame erupted from its tip. 

“Damn thing won’t light.” He muttered under his breath, looking disgruntled at his lighter.

“Wait, let me.” You took a lighter out of your bag and turned towards him, one hand flicking your lighter open and the other cupping around the flame so that the breeze couldn’t extinguish it. It was a small moment, yet an intimate one. He watched you as the flame lit the tip of his cigarette, his hazel eye focusing on your features. “Well ain’t ya a doll.” He took a long drag of his cigarette and puffed out a dense cloud of smoke into the air, it twisted and turned with the shape of the wind creating hypnotic swirls. You took out a cigarette of your own from your bag and lit it, taking a puff. The rain pattered on the awning furiously.

“Tough day at work?” You broke the silence between you. He smirked and took a drag. “Thas one way of putin’ it.” He sighed heavily, looking out towards the street keeping his gaze focused on the few people that passed by. “What about you missy, didn’t I tell ya to keep better care of yourself?” His tone was inquisitive and playful, he was teasing you for your forgetfullness but this time you could fire back.  

“Says the man who looks like he hasn’t slept in a few days.” You chuckled while taking another drag of your cigarette. You had made him swear to you that if he ever had a sleepless night again he could come over and the two of you could lay in bed together until he felt tired enough to sleep. Yet he has yet to ring true on his promise and you could tell his insomnia was beginning to wear him out. 

“Yer got me there.” He lifted one hand in defeat, surrendering to your remark. “Guess both of us got things to work out huh?” His look was almost somber, there was something bothering him and you knew but he seemed very reluctant to give up any information, was it worth pressing about? He wasn’t the usual outgoing, exaggerated and overwhelming Majima you were used to, it seems like you were getting a glimpse of the true man behind the mask, here in the storm he was no longer the Mad Dog of Shimano but Goro Majima. Before you could further pry into Majima’s personal life however, he asked his question first, “How’s yer work goin’, boss still working ya to the bone?”

You exhaled softly, “As always. I haven’t seen you around the clinic recently though, I kinda miss your surprise visits.” There it was, your chance to finally ask where he’d been for the past few days and you took it. He’d been very silent for the past couple of days which was very much unlike him, knowing your relationship with him was still in its early stages you tried to make it seem as though you weren’t overly concerned and wanted to give him the space. Yet deep down inside it ate away at you, of course he would still call you when he had the time but those were very brief calls just to check in on you. It made you worry a lot.

Hearing those words made Majima stand a bit taller, his ears perked up at the sound of your words ringing an alarm bell in his head. “Is that so [Y/N]-chan?” He grinned as his eye moved in your direction. Your cheeks immediately turned a shade of pink realising what you had said, you gently nudged his shoulder with your elbow. He snickered at your faint attempt to fight back the embarrassment, he thought you were cute when you got so worked up. Despite his mocking tone you leaned your head against his shoulder which took him by surprise. There was a moment of silence between the two of you as you watched the smoke from Majima’s cigarette floating up towards the roof of the awning, the pitter patter of the raindrops above only getting louder. “You always made my day a little brighter. Even when it rains on days like this, just being near you makes me feel better.” You said looking down towards the floor averting making eye contact as you spoke. “I wish that I could make you feel better too.” Majima’s body tensed a little bit, he knew he wasn’t exactly his usual self but he didn’t realise it was so bad that even you could notice. “Eh don’t worry your pretty head about me, it’s nothin’ to be concerned about. Just that bastard Shimano breathin’ down my neck is all.” He flicked the butt of his cigarette onto the ground where it went out almost immediately. He moved his shoulder slightly from underneath your head and put his arm around you bringing you closer to him, you stumbled slightly and regained your balance by his side, one hand pressing against him. “Yer a sweetheart for worryin’ though.” “Promise me that’s everything?” Your words sounded almost like a plea. They sounded weak, but that's all you felt like when you were around him. He was the only man who could ever make you let your guard down, he tore the walls that you had built up around you and let himself in. 

He looked down at you, despite being soaked to the bone all Majima saw in front him was beauty. He loved just how open you were when you were around him and hoped that one day he could pour his heart out to you on another rainy night in Sotenbori just like this one, but maybe in the comfort of your home. There were so many things he wanted to tell you about himself that were always at the tip of his tongue, on the cusp of being said and yet he had always held back in fear of losing himself in you completely. He was guarded and unable to let go just yet. He lifted his gloved hand to your chin and held it up ever so slightly then pressed his lips against yours, his goatee prickling your chin. A sudden rush of euphoria coursed through you, a heat swelled inside your chest and the butterflies in your stomach felt like they were about to burst. “I promise ya, that’s all that's botherin’ me.” You knew it was a lie, a sugar coated lie, a white lie. It still seemed like he needed time and you were willing to give it to him, after all he was a member of the Yakuza and had many secrets held within himself and the scars on his body. They told a tale you were yet to uncover, one piece at a time you’d patiently chip away at his defenses. You wordlessly nodded in acknowledgement, giving him a peck on the cheek feeling his warmth.

“Seems the rain isn’t going away any time soon…” You proclaimed, the rain had only fallen harder the longer you were standing outside the convenience store. The awning above you began to fill with water creating a dip above you. “Seems like it, ain’t your place nearby though?” Majima wondered if he remembered the address correctly, even second guessing himself. 

“Yeah but, I don’t wanna get more soaked than I already am.” You pouted, your body began to shiver from the cold breeze that penetrated the city streets. Your skin felt as if there were daggers slowly stabbing at the softness beneath the wet nylon. An idea sparked in Majima’s head, an idea that might have to take a little convincing to spark into fruition but an idea nonetheless. He grinned a toothy grin as he looked down at you. “If ya don’t wanna walk home how bout I carry ya instead, ay?” Your eyes widened a little at the idea, but before you had the chance to respond Majima took off his jacket and put it over you revealing his bare form. He looked as if the gods themselves had sculpted him and your eyes were immediately drawn to the hanya mask on his back, it was an immaculate work of art and told his story with its many colours and perfect lines. You wondered if one day you could uncover the story of the hanya mask, if he would lay in bed next to you and tell you how he became who he was today, the man so many feared and yet you loved. “So, I’m gonna carry ya and you’re gonna put the jacket over us both how’s that sound?” You smiled as you cocked one eyebrow up in disbelief at his suggestion, the Majima you knew was slowly creeping his way back to you. 

“I don’t think I get much of a choice here.” “Yer right ya don’t.” Before you could say any more he lifted you up off of the ground and hoisted you up on his back. You squealed momentarily as one of your arms locked itself around Majima’s neck and the other lifted the jacket over your already soaked hair. “Majima! You could’ve at least given me a warning.” Despite your reprimand you giggled as you pulled yourself closer to him, feeling his body warmth despite the cold temperatures outside. Did the man ever even feel the cold with the way he only walked around in the snakeskin jacket, you pondered. “Sorry darlin’ but I’d rather be warm in yer bed than stand out here all night.” He began to cackle as he started walking out of the awning into the cold and stormy night making his way up the street to a nearby apartment complex that was just a couple minutes away. You clung onto him for dear life, face pressed against one of his shoulders, this close you were able to fully take in more than the smell of the rain, his cologne. It was a strong odour from this close, he smelt like frankincense and honey with a mix of saffron. The scent was simply intoxicating to you as you closed your eyes and imagined yourself laying next to him in the comfort of your bed away from all of the blinding neon lights of the city and away from the uncomfortable sensation of rain soaked clothing growing more apparent on your body.

Weaving in and out of the alleyways and streets, you and Majima had finally reached your apartment complex. What surprised you was that Majima had enough strength to even lift you up the stairs to the second floor and only let you get off once the two of you were right by your door. He let go of you gently so that you wouldn’t fall or stumble making sure you were ok afterwards. You quickly unlocked the door to your apartment and the two of you went inside finally escaping the stormy Sotenbori night. You placed the soaked groceries onto the table and breathed a sigh of relief finally being able to take off your soaked shoes in the hallway. Majima beat you to it, already being half undressed and laying on the couch trying to catch his breath while inadvertently staining your couch with rain water. You did tell him not to run too fast but he simply didn’t want to listen, opting to instead run as fast as he could so he could get you home. You dry off whatever groceries were saveable from your bag and sort them out in the kitchen while listening to your boyfriend panting on the couch like a dog gasping for air. 

You go to grab a couple of towels from the bathroom so the two of you can dry off from the rain and walk back into the room sitting on the couch next to where his tiresome body lay, his arm covering his eye. You watch his chest rise and fall for a minute soaking up his good looks, despite him being exhausted and out of breath you still felt an attraction to him that no one could explain. Your heart ached with longing for him no matter how close or how far he was, you loved him, perhaps too much. 

Eventually when he caught his breath, he let out a maniacal cackle as he rose up ever so slightly to prop his head up against your thigh.

“I ain’t doin’ that again that's for sure.” He said between desperate breaths. You caressed his cheek with your hand feeling how warm he was, his sweat now mixing in with the rainwater that was dripping from his hair. You took a towel and put it under his soaked hair, wrapping it around and gently ruffling it to try and dry off the excess rain. He closed his eye again and smirked, “Ya know I could get used to this kinda treatment.” 

“Could you now.” You said with a snarky tone, your half smile betraying the sarcasm in your voice. Majima looked up slightly and smiled, “Who wouldn’t want a pretty lady like you pampering them, aye?” His words turned your cheeks red and although they weren’t visible in the dimly lit room illuminated only by a neon yellow sign outside he could tell that his words made you blush. He knew exactly what to say to elicit a reaction from you, you were putty in his hands that he could mold however he wanted.

“Oh shush.” You nudged his head playfully, letting out a small giggle at his compliment. “Thank you for getting me home.” Your words were sincere, they rang deep in Majima’s ears and he opened his one eye and looked up at you, his hand instinctively reaching to your face despite it being in an awkward position. 

“Don’t mention it, doll.” You pressed his hand closer to your cheek holding it there for what felt like an eternity. You could still hear the downpour outside and see the raindrops falling against your window, the scenery was serene. A moment to remember when you encounter inevitable sleepless nights.

“We should get out of these soaked clothes before we catch a cold.” Your voice was almost a whisper. 

“Would that be so bad? I’d give anything to have ya nurse me back to health.” He grinned, pulling his hand away from your cheek so that he could make use of the towel you threw at him earlier.

“Not if we’re both ill.” You chuckled, beginning to unbutton the blouse, it was so soaked you were sure you’d have to wring it out before throwing it in the laundry basket. Stray droplets of rain could still be felt on your body. Majima sat up with the towel still around his hair, leaning back as he watched you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, even now you could feel his stare penetrating straight through you almost as if he could see the soul of your being. You stopped unbuttoning midway through and glanced at him.

“Can I help you?” You said mockingly, one eyebrow cocked up. 

“No, no, no please, carry on. I was enjoying the show.” “Pervert.” You smirked, throwing another towel at him hitting him square in the face.

“I getcha home in one piece and this is the thanks I get?” He scoffed playfully, upping the dramatics to make himself appear hurt by your words. Feeling a bit confident you got up off the couch and sat on his lap straddling him, he was shocked by the sudden action so much so that he didn’t even let out a breath. You lifted his chin with your finger and looked him directly in the eye. “If you’re enjoying it so much why don’t you do it.” His expression quickly changed from awe to mischief, it didn’t take much for him to get going. He liked the controlling side of you, the bold and brave woman beneath that was shrouded in a shy facade. It excited him. Wordlessly he took off his gloves and tossed them aside obeying your order and undoing each remaining button of your blouse slowly so that he could savour the moment. When he was done you let the blouse slip off of your skin and fall to the floor, his hands now resting on each hip feeling the heat of your body as he looked up at you. “Still enjoying the show?” You caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble of his goatee. “I’d enjoy it more if this weren’t in the way.” His finger hooked around the middle of your bra and pulled you in closer inches away from his face. Did his lips always look so enticing? They were like a forbidden fruit.“That's something you have to earn, Lord of the Night.” You jested, pressing your lips onto his. 

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

[wendigoruble]

Don't Tell: Very short One-shot

Trixi tells Robbie something important.

"Ugh that Sportaflop is just- just!! Ugh! I cant do anything without him flipping about! Him with his muscles and his crystical,"Robbie makes mock beeping sounds and taps his chest with his fingers,"Oh someone's in trouble! What do they see in him!? His great attitude!? His smile!? It's not hard to smile! Why I-" 

"Hey Robbie!" A voice calls out from behind him.

Robbie whips around and he's met with the girl in red.. Tricky? That sounds right. She's looking up at him with this almost knowing glint in her eyes. He frowns and stands himself up right with a huff.

"What do you want Tricky?" 

"Its Trixi! I just noticed you watching the basketball game they're having. Did you wanna play with them too? I bet they-"

"No! Why would I way to play with them? I hate sports!" Robbie cuts in.

"You've been watching them for twenty minutes,"Trixi reasons as she looks back at the court. Sportacus is now sitting on the ground to rest with a happy little smile on his face,"I just thought you might like to play... Sportacus would like it if you played." 

Robbie opens then closes his mouth. Something here feels off.. It feels like the red kid knows something that he doesn't and he doesn't like that one bit. He narrows his eyes and leans down to her level. With his chin tilted up slightly he asks with an annoyed sing-song tone.

"Why do you care about that?" 

Trixi takes a step back and the seems to be thinking for a moment. Maybe weighing her options before she responds with a,"Sportacus told us he likes you." Its said with an air of certainty and almost smugness.

"WHAT!?" Robbie shoots back up and nearly slams himself into the wall in doing so. He doesn't know how to respond to that. He doesn't know if he actually can. Sportacus likes him? But Sportacus likes everybody! What weight does that hold to him, especially coming from a kid? 

Before either of them can continue their conversation, as if on cue, Sportacus runs over with the white and blue basketball still in his hands. He looks concerned as he glances between the both of them. 

"Are you okay? I heard yelling." 

"We're fine,"Trixi smiles,"I was just telling Robbie about how much you like him."

"I like everybody!" Sportacus laughs softly and puts a hand on his hip,"Even Robbie, deapite our many differences." 

That doesn't seem to be the response Trixi wanted to hear but Robbie certainly is blushing up a storm and grumbling as he walks away from the situation. Once the villain is out of sight that's when Sportacus looks at Trixi with slight concern. If his ears were exposed right now they'd be laying flat back. He kneels down to her level and sets the ball aside.

"Trixi, that was very rude what you just did." He says calmly. 

"But you said you liked him! I heard it, you said it yesterday! "

"I know that, but you can't go confessing peoples feelings for each other like this. I wasn't ready to tell him yet. This can make people very uncomfortable. Robbie seemed very uncomfortable with this, I would have liked to tell him myself."

[periwinklecosma]

(tw for r*cism, p*dophilia, tr*nsphobia, and SA)

truly i am not saying this simply for the sake of being mean or a snob but i wish mp100 fans would think more about the type of people they choose to make popular in our community. as a fic reader and writer i've seen all kinds of shit that people come up with and i'm not picky with what i enjoy but you know what i find to be completely baffling? the fact that only a handful of people seem to be willing to be critical of an author who (and i'm not putting this under a read more because you guys need to see how fucking long this is and let it sink in):

wrote touichirou to be even worse than he already is in canon. we're talking about being pro-eugenics, being racist towards serizawa (who is portrayed as blasian), and condoning child impregnation (don't even try to come at me with the whole "well duh he's the villain so what's the problem?!" because let me ask you: why would any of the above be necessary to show that touichirou is a villain? all of this is ultimately unimportant to the fic in question as a whole and imo they're not handled with the necessary care that should entail. something being dark and gritty =/= being better; i thought we've evolved past this mindset). excuse me for disregarding mp100's themes of "it's never too late to change" for a second here, but shit like this makes it extra difficult to buy into his character development post-wd arc. most recently, the author has revealed herself to hc him as having had a white south african mother from whom he learned "his kind of eugenics mindset. outright headcanoning a character to be racist huh? white.

is racist towards serizawa in general actually. the narration is constantly making weird comments about his hair before he starts working at s&s. you see people like REIGEN saying he looks sloppy, and it's never called out.

wrote a graphic sequence where reigen gives birth in a taxi while ritsu watches and helps deliver it. again, it's a completely unnecessary scene and adds nothing to the overall narrative, and it can be very uncomfortable for those faint of heart. also theres a gratuitous r/trei joke thrown in there for good measure.

has very questionable trans rep, according to the trans people i've spoken to. serizawa is implied to have a trans fetish, shimazaki is portrayed as a trans woman chaser (you know for the funnies), and allusions to reigen's transness are mostly through explicit imagery.

is really weird about the kids????? shou is characterized as someone who's constantly making dirty and frankly unsettling comments towards others even when he isn't being aged up, even though that's not a trait he has in canon. he and the others are constantly dancing right up to this really uncomfortable line that stops just short of full-blown gross shit.

WROTE A FIC WHERE REIGEN ASSAULTS SERIZAWA. do you hear me? she wrote a fucking fic where serizawa wakes up to reigen trying to get it on with him. that is assault. this author will tell you that it isn't assault because they're in an established relationship but listen to me: That. Is. Assault.

doesn't tag any of the shit i just mentioned! she doesn't alert her audience to any of these things before she draws in her audience because she's more worried about "spoilers" than actually protecting people. one time someone asked her to tag the fic i mentioned in the bullet point directly above as SA due to being triggered but she refused because they were the only person to have a problem with it (allegedly), and also because they were "rude." wtf. basic fucking decency shouldn't hinge on how polite or rude someone is being, but she has such a huge victim complex despite being 39 years old and too old for this shit that she doesn't even realize it.

again i am not trying to put myself on a soapbox and say that i'm inherently better than anyone but i really am so disappointed in you people. for the most part i find that this fandom is a lot more well put together than a lot of those hellholes out there (save for the standard fuckery that all fandoms are guilty of obviously) but seeing talented artists that i otherwise respect and have nothing against choose to put this person on a pedestal and by extension enable this sort of thing to continue is so disheartening. i'm not trying to attack anyone or accuse them of consciously condoning this content, but please think for a bit before you uncritically recommend it to others just because it has your favorite ship in it or because you enjoy darker and more mature themes.

[poopingonthefloor]

youu sshhould tell some headcanons u got for jack dave n henry if u want ofc

OK SURE! *glass shattering sound* (Some of these are not "headcanons" or are technically implied to be canon but im just going to list all of my specific perceptions regarding the character)

Long list down bellow. vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

-Dave and Jack both have adhdtism and borderline personality disorder. (((I also want to use this opportunity to apologize for any previous ignorance/rudeness i may have responded with before I'm a bitch but erm I am improving. so yeh also yeah i can definitely see Jack being autistic now too which i know i said i dont really see. it turns out my symptoms i projected onto him were also autistic symptoms so um...))) -Jack is a dog person, Dave doesnt have an animal prefrence but dogs suit him the best because he's dependent and sensitive and dogs love unconditionally, Henry has no feelings about animals however he dislikes dogs in particular. -Henry likes cartoon bears the best though. only cartoon versions.

-I imagine Dave as a child wasn't necessarily BULLIED by other orphans but he was treated poorly and excluded. Adult carers would try to befriend him but he was a "problem child" as a kid and didn't comprehend human boundaries (he never learned) so he made adults uncomfortable too. -I stole this one but if Dave was a cat he'd be a lykoi. henry would be a maine coon (jack is a default shorthair but i give him folded ears sometimes for fun) -My Dave was born purple (and also Henry is born pink) for reasons similar to Doggo's "why is henry's eyes evil" explanation. It's just different ways of their "evil" manifesting -- Dave's eyes are normal as a child however because obviously he isnt "evil" as a child, I imagine his soul is just weird and that he's never been fully normal. (because I'm not a fan of "x character if bad thing never happened" worlds where the character is basically just a normal person. Like its just more interesting if they were always an outcast/unusual from birth. Also it just makes more sense for Dave's character since he is never shown to be normal in any way even in the flipside LOL....also because Dave is often described as "not exactly human")

-Henry however just quickly grew to be jaded and resentful of anyone and anything living. Either from his dad or just that being his personality (but I prefer both). He wasn't outcast and he got along with people when he felt like it but he just hated everyone. -However I imagine Henry always had a childish side to him that enjoys more cartoon artistry and performance. -Henry and Dave gesture similarly when expressing excitement/enthusiasm, though Henry gestures very little most of the time. Henry either expresses exaggeratedly and cartoonishly (but comes across condescending) or not at all.

-Jack likes to watch TV but Dave does not and finds sitting still and watching pictures on a screen boring. (Though certain movies/shows are an exception) -Back when Dave still had simple desires/pleasures (before the lobotomy) he always wanted to have a pet but animals always hated him (because he didn't know how to handle them gently).

-Henry has no romantic or sexual desires whatsoever. He had a wife and child simply because Martha confidently expressed interest on him and he decided to lie to her. The only motive really involved was the societal standard of having a family/having a kid to continue his legacy (but henry didn't really need that to spread his didnt he lol..)

-Alongside that Dave is pansexual and Jack is bisexual (with a prefrence to men) but those are obvious -Dave appears stiff however can contort his body disturbingly (flexible), Jack is normal and appears in great condition for a corpse... (mostly due to makeup (nail polish emoji))

Ok thats all for now so I don't make this post longer than LONG. thank you for asking my headcanons though. ^__^ I love being crazy and sharing my opinions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!