#when I was writing ‘<3’ the first suggestion was ‘he’s a lil bitch <3’

[sadly-in-active]

Can I request a vampire reader x these specific cookies? You don't have to do all of them if it's too much!

Clotted Cream, Affogato, Prune Juice, and Sablé Cookie?

If you're able to or if you're comfy with it, can you make it seem a lil suggestive? If not that's completely fine and I'm sorry for bothering you-

I just really love your writing :(

OMG YES ABSOLUTELY (I can only do suggestive with Affogato and Clotted Cream sorry 😞 and no guys this isn’t the Vampire Cookie we all know)

AND I’M SO SORRY BUT I’M TOO TIRED TO DO PRUNE JUICE’S ONE :(

Clotted Cream, Affogato, and Sablé Cookie x Vampiric Reader

Summary: It seems that you’ve arranged a deal with a few select individuals. As a vampire, you can’t help but yearn to taste the delectable blood strawberry jam within those feeble cookies. You drink their blood on certain nights, and they can do whatever else with you as their part of the deal. Whether that be asking you questions and gaining knowledge, or more…personal things. Well, let’s just see how this goes! 🤭

TW: Well…vampires. And blood, plus some other random shenanigans. I’m gonna say blood for this set because I feel lazy tryna say strawberry jam

ALSO PRETTY SUGGESTIVE FOR CLOTTED CREAM AND AFFOGATO JUST A BIG WARNING FOR THAT. Expect a bit of whimpering. A lot. A lot of whimpering. More for Affogato cause he a whiny bitch <3

Clotted Cream Cookie

When you first encounter the poor Consul, it was after a late night of getting berated by his father, Custard Cookie, as well as dealing with documents that would…“Create a better and brighter future for the Republic.” Of course, this was all about the Higher City and new improvements to increase everyone’s wealth and whatnot. Unfortunately, the Lower City never even got a chance to be heard or mentioned. As if it were just…a speck of dust in someone’s shiny new cloak.

So, Clotted Cream was sitting at his desk, looking like he was about to faint at any moment from sleepiness. That is, until he felt a cold, death-kissed hand touching his shoulder, and crimson eyes that stared down at his form with a sweet, fang-filled grin.

“Ah…aha~ slow..down there…you’re going to drain my entire…ngh..being..”

The Consul had whispered in a breathy tone, trying to keep his grip on your hair while you sat on his lap, drinking up his oh-so warm and sweet blood.

It had been several weeks since your first meeting with him. Since then, the two of you exchanged a deal. You drained him of his blood, then patched him up so he could have a time to actually rest and get his stress out. However, this arrangement became…quite complicated.

He had to force himself to stay quiet, otherwise a maid might overhear and think that there was much more going on…even worse if it was a maid who gossips..

Clotted Cream let out another whisper, this time cursing to the Divines as he pulled your hair back, staring at your teeth, stained with his blood. Hell, he could’ve assumed that you just decided to drink too much wine and that you were drunk. Yet, that was not the case. With a little grumble, he allowed your fangs to pierce his sensitive neck once more, the feeling of your tongue lapping up his blood making him feel waves of emotions he couldn’t escape nor explain.

“You’re lucky…I don’t usually let…d- demons..into my lap..”

You merely looked at him and smiled softly, pressing your bloodstained lips to his own, in which he responded by pulling you closer to his lap and moving one of his hands to the small of your back.

Well, it seems that he’s up for something more then just a bit of biting, don’t you think? 😇

Affogato Cookie

He met you one night while walking in the halls of the Citadel. He could immediately tell by the scarlet in your eyes and the fangs you bared at him in every smile you gave. You were definitely a creature of mystery, but also one of power. Well, he could always get more of that, so why not make an alliance with a vampire? After all, a new powerful puppet in his grasp would be wonderful, would it not?

However, Affogato soon realized that you weren’t happy on settling with mere scraps while you helped him, so some fun revenge was your best option. Your deal with him was much like Clotted Cream’s one: You drank his blood, but this time, Affogato would use you as a pretty little weapon to help take over the throne.

“Oh…~ y/n, please, agh..it’s too much..you’re draining me completely~”

The Royal Advisor whimpered softly while you pinned him down on the table in his room, not bothering to check if any stray droplets of his delightful blood stained the papers he was working on moments ago. You know, for someone as cunning and intelligent as he was, you couldn’t help but notice how…soft and pathetic he looked while getting the rough treatment.

You took a fistful of his hair and he let out a pleading and breathy moan, his body shuddering as you used your other hand to keep him steady, his neck exposed just for you. Affogato could feel your tongue flick out, the appendage trailing from behind his neck to closer by his chest, and he was practically shivering in both fear and pleasure. He could hear you let out a pleased hum, before your teeth sunk into his already soft and tender flesh, the blood trickling down as you created a second bite.

I do want him bent over and whimpering for me thank you, thank you. /j

Sablé Cookie

(I hc her as being in her early 40’s or late 30’s, making her the youngest Elder there)

Our dearest Sablé met you once while on a midnight stroll, stopping by one of the glorious fountains to admire its shimmering waters under the pale moonlight. It was by a stroke of…well, she wouldn’t call it luck. Or misfortune… But you? You were looking for a new victim. Another life to drain, more blood to spill.

But how could you bloody a body as soft and beautiful as that? Her smile graced the reflection of the fountains, while you merely stared back with a numb and confused gaze. And her voice…she sounded like there was a harmony in every word she spoke, even if she was just infodumping on a new piece of art she planned to work on. It almost felt criminal to you, planning to kill someone so gentle and graceful. Your hunger was stopped abruptly as you considered your options. To either kill, or to…prolong your interactions with her.

“Oh, y/n, dearest…perhaps I might make a new set of paintings, dedicated to this..moment.”

She had whispered to you as you sunk your fangs into her collarbone area, then her shoulder, then finally settling on her neck. You could really be teasing her, or testing which areas would be the best. After your little encounter with Sablé, she had decided to strike a small deal with you. She had been dealing with quite the lack of creativity. She needed something to give her that spark. And so she decided to enlist your help. You drain her blood out, and she’ll try to get ideas from it all.

Currently, she was laying on her bed, your cold body in her arms as you lapped up the blood droplets eagerly. Seeing her face contort into pain, yet she powered through it to please you… now that was something you liked a LOT about her.

Your cold fingers intertwined with her warmer ones, holding her close as you pressed your frigid lips against her collarbone. The blood on your lips acting as a lipstick, staining her glorious body.

Well, she definitely had some ideas on what to paint or sculpt…perhaps you’d like to be her new muse?

GUYS I LOVE SABLÉ COOKIE SO MUCH SHE’S THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE AND I WANNA KISS HER SO BAD WHY CAN’T SHE BE REAL FOR HOLY MOLY SAKE

[luvrsux]

a/n: take this until i’m done writing requests and other fics luvs ♡

ONE PIECE HEADCANONS #2

Overwatch Mains!

❝ giving each strawhat + more an overwatch hero they'd play. comment on suggestions i should do! :3 ❞

MONKEY D. LUFFY - Tracer

╰┈➤ I feel like Luffy is so simple enough to play the icon of Overwatch. Luffy was so baffled to see that she was able to teleport and immediately fell in love with the kit. Considering Tracer is also a flanking character, he'd be in the middle of the enemy team causing havoc. Will NOT touch support

Luffy: WOAH SHE CAN TELEPORT???? THATS SO COOL

Other Choices: Reinhardt as Tank, Junkrat as second Damage

RORONOA ZORO - Genji

╰┈➤ This is such an obvious choice, there's no need to explain. He rocks the Sentai skin on Genji or just his regular no-skin outfit just for the green. He's the only hero he has with gold weapons and the highest ranked. He insta-locks this man whenever he's playing.

Sanji: Do you play anyone else Mosshead???

Zoro: Just shut up and heal me if you want to win, cook

Other Choices: Doomfist as Tank

VINSMOKE SANJI - Cole Cassidy

╰┈➤ I feel like Sanji connects with Cassidy's charm and smoking habits so he plays him often. He knows Cassidy is the lover boy of the Overwatch community and everyone obsesses over him so he took that as an opportunity to main him. Sanji's second-best class is support but only really pays attention to Nami's health. Won't heal anyone else (especially Zoro) unless they're shouting at him.

Zoro: SWIRLY BROWS, CAN YOU HEAL ME? IM AT 20 IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT

Sanji: WELL MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED JUMPING SO MUCH ID HEAL YOU. LET ME HEAL MY SWEET NAMI FIRST

Zoro: I DIED ANYWAYS I HOPE THEY KILL YOU

Other Choices: Mercy and Ana as Support

GOD USOPP - Widowmaker

╰┈➤ This choice is so obvious. Widow is a sniping character, and so is Usopp. He is a menace to Widow and doesn't even know it. He likes how Widow isn't meant to be on the actual battlefield but more on the sidelines picking off the enemy teams. He screams like a bitch when someone flanks behind him though.

Usopp: Okay, I killed their supports we should be good- *A Tracer comes up from behind* LUFFYYYYYYYY THERES SOMEONE ON MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Luffy: Oh sorry Im in spawn :p

Other Choices: Lucio as Support, Hanzo as second Damage

NAMI - Kiriko

╰┈➤ Nami definitely loves Kiriko for her more angsty personality that no one likes. She'd rather help in the backlines than deal with fighting up front, but she puts the kunais to WORK. Sanji is always on her tail and targets anyone who tries to or manages to kill her.

Nami: Dang it, I died. Try to hold out a little longer guys-

Sanji: WHO DID IT NAMI????? ILL KILL THEM FOR YOU MY SWEET

Other Choices: Brigette as second Support, Ashe as Damage, D.va as Tank

TONY TONY CHOPPER - Mercy

╰┈➤ Chopper will mainly play any support but Mercy is his top choice. He tries to revive anyone he can even in the tightest of situations. He is the best healer you can get, but he can also be a great tank. But our lil baby gets stressed...

Chopper: IM COMING LUFFY DONT WORRY

Zoro: Chopper, can you damage boost me?

Chopper: YEAH IN A SEC-

Sanji: Chopper revive! That Zenyatta is so low!

Chopper: IM TRYINGGGGGGGG

Other Choices: Orisa and Wrecking Ball as Tank

NICO ROBIN - Moira

╰┈➤ There is no possible way Nico doesn't play Moira. I feel like she's more DPS Moira than anything but still upholds good support for her team.

Other Choices: Sombra as Damage, Lifeweaver as Support

FRANKY - Reinhardt

╰┈➤ Franky is 100% the crew's Tank main. He knows every tank playstyle from top to the very bottom but his favorite is of course the loudest one there. Franky is the most reliable tank you can get. He insta-locks Rein and adores him to the very end.

Sanji: I think you should switch, Franky they have a few counters-

Franky: Ill still kick their asses, I dont care Im playing Reinhardt

Other Choices: Bastion as Damage

SOUL KING BROOK - Junkrat

╰┈➤ Brook finds ruining people's day by playing the most annoying character on the roster the funniest thing ever. He laughs when Junkrat laughs manically. It's such a fitting choice for his personality

Other Choices: Reaper as second Damage

PORTGAS D. ACE - Solider: 76

╰┈➤ He is such a straightforward person enough to play Solider but be dope good at it. Ace would be the type of person to get ahead of themselves and over-extend though.

Sabo: ACE ACE YOURE OVER EXTENDING I CANT HEAL YOU-

Ace: Huh? *dies* Oh my bad

Sabo: Ill get off right now.

Luffy: BAHSKAKAHAIAHA WHY HE DIE LIKE THATAHSAA-

Other Choices: Torbjorn for second Damage

SABO - Baptiste

╰┈➤ Sabo is definitely a good damage support hero. He loves Bap for his sweet personality yet dark backstory similar to his own. He can't stand playing with 2 reckless damages every time though (Luffy and Ace)

Luffy: Saboooooo why didn't you heal meeeeeee :(

Sabo: YOURE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MAP IM SORRY???

Other Choices: Zenyatta as second Support, Echo as Damage

TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW - Ramattra

╰┈➤ I see Law playing the most complex Tank in the game but Law can play almost anyone on the roster if he feels like it. He barely gives out any callouts unless he is raging like crazy

Luffy: Imma go in and kill everyone

Law: ...

Zoro: I need help over here not gonna lie

Law: ...

Sanji: I think Im gonna switch-

Law: CAN THIS SYMMETRA STOP PLACING TURRETS ON OUR SPAWN OH MY FUCKING-

Other Choices: Reaper as Damage, Mercy as Support

EUSTASS KIDD - Roadhog

╰┈➤ Kidd is definitely a one-trick and only for the most annoying tank in the game. Killer is definitely his pocket healer and will yell at anyone who comes after his skills in the slightest

Law: Kid please pick another tank, you're doing terrible

Kid: WHAT??? FUCK YOU SAY

Luffy: YOU SUCK

Kid: I COULD BEAT BOTH OF YOU IN A 1V1 RIGHT NOW-

thats all! i hoped you enjoyed the little dialogues hehe

[princecosmosanon]

(i'm a different anon btw)

Haha! Zuko is already super jealous of the other characters Sokka hangs around. ;3 He definitely has his reasons for hanging back though. Hopefully you’ll get to know what they are sooner rather than later??

WHATTTT? he's jealous?? sorry but like THE AUDACITY! like he had ~ a week off ~ to spend time alone with sokka but he didn't even bother to show up and now sokka gets to spend some time with new friends and meet new people because of his new job as a consort and he's jealous?? if you're so jealous then go to your room at night.. bruh

you know how we say "he would not fucking say that" about fanfiction sometimes? your sokka is soo different than his canon counterpart but i always think you got his core personality so well. i'm like ohhh he would do that yeah.

could i ask you about other characters? we know katara's at home (god i recently reread the first chapters and her anger is so heart wrenching. she just loves her brother so much i hope they get to reunite in the flesh). aang is still in the ice i suppose. i hope katara's anger at the fire nation for taking one of her loved ones again breaks him free so he can give our girl a bison ride to caldera to see her brother. hope this doesn't come across as rude or telling u what to do but i think it would be hilarious to read toph in this setting. though i don't think they'd have time to be friends in this story. still i'd like her to give zuko a hard earthbending style slap (oh i know i'm gonna regret lashing at zuko i know... but for now he's a lil bitch). yue is alive, hopefully? so... not gonna lie i hope we get to see one or two people falling for our sokka so zuko can be more jealous lmao i need zuko to realize that sokka's a cute magnet for cute people (now i'm not suggesting cheating. that's awful haha... unless 👀👀)

thank you so much for sharing your work with us i'm so in love with it that i reread it aaaaaaaaalllllllll the time krhjdx

i hope life gets less busy so you get to rest and enjoy yourself. writing can wait you're more important, if you feel obligated to write (i know i do when it comes to my writing) take your time please we're here whenever you want to update 💗 i know i won't give up on this story and i'm sure others won't too.

have a nice day king 👑

Whoa, I am soooo late to responding to this!! I apologize! It came into my inbox around when my boss first went on paternity leave and work was exploding around me :x

But LMAO yeah, Zuko is very audacious in this fic. He has a very inflated idea of what’s “right” and “wrong” and for good reason! But it seriously does not mesh with Sokka’s.

Lol I’m glad you like my Sokka interpretation! <3 Part of why it works in Hearts on the Mend is due to it being a non-canon universe. Sokka is older, he’s wiser, he can keep his mouth shut a little easier, but he’s prolly at least 20% more petty than his canon counterpart. He’s mastered passive-aggressive sibling slights and he’s turning that knowledge on Zuko, all guns blazing. - That’s basically why I write him like I do. I find it easier than sassy child Sokka. I’m personally not as good as he is with snappy comebacks, but I can write petty well enough.

Regarding other characters… (spoilers hidden for those who want to not see them)

Katara will indeed see Sokka again in this fic! You can bet Zuko doesn’t get away from her wrath forever. ;)

Aang will also appear in this fic at some point! :3c any more spoilers with him would be telling, tho…

Toph… I haven’t considered in *this* fic, I’ll be honest. She may appear in the sequel fic I plan to write (yes, I already have plans to write more for these characters in this particular setting) but she’s tabled for now.

And does Sokka get more love interests??? Will cheating be involved?!?!? Who can say… no, lol, actually this fic won’t have Sokka cheat on Zuko. He’s not going to put his tribe into jeopardy for his own libido or comfort. But he might have some longing later…!

Thank you again for reading my fic. It’s a lovely story and I want to keep it going. It’s definitely not dead in the water until I say it is, and I do feel like I’ll get back to writing soon. I just can’t say for sure because I’m all scattered still.

Thank you again and again and again! Love and peace,

~Prince Cosmos Anon

[theshadowrealmitself]

One of my favorite things is when I make a fandom post and it’s reblogged by someone whose entire blog is about that fandom, just makes me feel like my post succeeded <3

[chronic-boogara]

since the ask wants to be a bitch i’m going to do it like this :) thank you so much for ask love bug <3 as someone who had an eating disorder all throughout highschool i can relate to this. this was a bit hard for me to write that’s why it took a million years. it’s a huge struggle but it will slowly get better. love you so much.

this is for the sweet @robin-the-enby <3

TW:EATING DISORDER !!!!!!

vincent sinclair

•let’s be honest here. vince suffers from his own mental health issues so he is v empathetic about it all he won’t make you feel bad about it or tease you. he wants to help you get better.

•will keep an eye on you. he’s always worried about you. obv he’ll give you space when needed but don’t be surprised if you find him sneaking around.

•won’t force you to eat but will suggest you eat some crackers now and then. he doesn’t want you to pass out y/n , you need your energy in this house.

•he’ll celebrate your lil milestones with you !! maybe you go a week without throwing anything up or maybe you ate a full meal every day this week vince will throw a lil party for you just to show you how proud he is of you.

•he loves you more than anything and is honored you feel safe enough to tell him about your issues.

bo sinclair

•he doesn’t understand an eating disorder. you’ll have to explain it to him. he is just as mentally ill as his twin but he refuses to act upon it.

•he’s still confused but he tries his best to be understanding. he never ever forces you to eat. if he’s eating something he’ll be sure to ask you if it’s okay.

•may not be the best at comforting you BUT he will listen and do his best to advise you. having someone to at least hear you out is what one needs sometimes.

•he just wants you to know he loves you just the way you are. he will leave little notes on your room saying simple things like you’re beautiful or i’m proud of you just to kind of get his message across

•when you’re feeling extra down and having an especially hard time bo will go out and get you flowers. it’s date night. just so you have something else to focus on. it’s okay if you don’t feel like it that’s okay too bo will happily stay in with you.

lester sinclair

•it scares him a bit at first. to find out you’re treating yourself like this is kind of a shock for him. he wouldn’t dream of making you feel bad about it though he’ll give you a hug and apologize for not realizing sooner

•he reads a lot!! after he discovered what’s going on he’ll search the ends of the earth for a remedy to make you feel a bit better. he doesn’t want you to have to struggle every day

•doesn’t force you to eat. hell lightly suggest small snacks here and there but never ever forces you

•loves you more than life itself. he wants to the best for you no matter what. your struggle doesn’t define you and he makes sure you understand that.

[stranger-nightmare]

Hey, hope you're doing well! <3

I was wondering if I could please get some headcanons for both Matt Murdock and Loki that are in love/in a relationship with a plus size reader? I feel like big girls don't get enough appreciation in the community and yeah.. But if you don't want to do this I understand too of course 🖤🖤🖤

(Also I'm the anon who suggested the ukulele/singing imagine with Matt hehe, so could I please claim the 🎶 emoji? :) )

Ahhh hello my little music anon!! Absolutely you can have the 🎶 emoji, welcome to the hive darling!!

As a plus-size gal myself you’re absolutely right, we do need more representation so I will definitely do some lil mini headcanons for you!! Just remember that us big girls are bad bitches and we’re hot as fuck always, I will not take arguments on that

Also thrilled that you requested something for Loki!! This will be the first time I write anything for Loki so fingers crossed everyone likes it!🙈🥺🖤

Matt Murdock:

Matt is super super body positive imo

And being with a plus size reader just means there is more of you for him to run his hands over constantly, bc I feel like this is one of Matt’s favourite things, he just loves to feel the shape of you always

Is always reassuring and praising you, telling you that he does not need his sight to see how beautiful you are and he doesn’t give a fuck what society or anyone else has to say

But he is also super understanding whenever you do have moments when you feel insecure and he will just hold you and tell you how much he loves you

He fucking loves to lie with his head on your chest, using your titties as pillows bc its comfy but also he loves listening to your heartbeat as well, he finds it very grounding and comforting

Will worship your body by giving you plenty of massages, idk why I just canon Matt as someone who loves to give massages

Loki:

Listen Loki is a bit of a slut imo, like he has slept with wide variety of people and species tbh, so he has had a wide range of varying shapes and sizes so like there’s no way in hell he’s ever judging anyone based on what they look like / their size

But like obviously he settles down once he finds and falls in love with you

So he adores a plus-size reader bc honestly in his opinion it just means there’s more of you to worship bc yes Loki is into body worship

This body worship definitely comes out in the bedroom a lot

But also it will just come out in the way he constantly compliments you, always telling you how beautiful you are

Will actually fight / murder anyone who dares to say anything even remotely negative about you or your body

Likes to show you off by having you at his side always

Will have a statue made of you to celebrate your beauty, yes this is fully something I picture him doing for the one he loves

I know they’re kinda short but I hope you liked them!!

- Hope🐝

Masterlist

This ask was sent to me before my sleepover event was announced so this is not one of the 15 slots I have available for headcanons / dribbles, it’s just one that I felt like doing🥰

[yanderenightmare]

ik you get this one a lot, but bully!bakugo is my fav, plez feed me, im nothing but a lil humble bitch who wants to wear his skull hoodie while he fucks me deep

yandere bully ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, bullying, manipulation, suggestiveness, slight blackmail

STUDY-SESSIONS

A curt chirp of her phone and the following reminding message from one explosive boy had her locked down on plans for the evening. 

Her friends were going to the movies and though the movie they had decided on wasn't really something of interest to her, it was far from the reason as to why she blew them off. 

More the reason wasn't because she at all liked the person she’d chosen before them, because she didn't really like him at all. Then again, it was less her choice and more his demand, and though she’d spent more time on him than anyone else the past couple of weeks she wouldn't at all call them close friends. 

So, the reason why she let him command her about like she was his personal slave was also the reason why she let herself fall into this trap in the first place... it was Bakugo Katsuki... and if the boy wasn't either mean or patronizing, he was well beyond fucking terrifying.

.

Study-sessions were never study-sessions anymore. 

Though, they never really were to begin with.

Ever since the time she was unfortunate enough to be partnered up with him in biology.

It seemed at first that Bakugo Katsuki was a lot more academically inclined than what she’d judged and given him credit for. Where it had gone from sharing one class that with her luck had her in a joined school-project she was sure she’d have to do on her own with little to no help from the ego-inflated hero-course angry ash-blonde brute, to then, with much overwhelming surprise and anxiety, being invited to come work on the assignment in his dorm.

Or... granted, it was less an invitation and more a command.

Bakugo wrote:

Bakugo Katsuki, class 3-A, Hero-course. We are collaborating on an assignment in the Biology class we share on Mondays. I don't appreciate falling behind. My dorm-room is in 3-A Heights Alliance on campus, 4th floor, left wing, room 3. If you can't manage, send me a text and I’ll come to you.

sent at 14.24 today

Even his texts were bitingly passive aggressive. It was like a formal letter, casually hinting that she was some idiot who couldn't find the dorms, the same dorms practically everyone on campus fussed and talked up storms about.

And what was with stating his entire name and status? As though she wouldn't know it was him by simply writing Bakugo. 

She shook her head softly as she read it again, eyebrow raised in slight disbelief at his audacity, imaging his berating tone in her head, so loud and aggressive and patronising like she couldn't understand the most basic of instructions, like he was talking down to a mere child before she’d even gone and gotten herself lost. 

However, she’d known better than to ignore him even back then, and though she didn't want to trap herself in his room, she most certainly didn't want him in hers.

Texting back she’d be there soon, to which he replied when, where she took a gamble and guessed roughly ten minutes, praying that she hadn't spoken too soon, anxious when thinking about how embarrassing it would be if things proved she actually wasn't capable of following his precise directions.

And so the quest to find his room took fifteen. 

She remembers the first time knocking on his door, how it felt so very odd, and she guessed it still felt odd, how her stomach seems to fold in on itself in ever which way, knowing that he is on the other side. All-time champion of the Sports Festivals, two years and running. It would be impressive, or... it was obviously impressive, but she would savour it more if he hadn't such an unsavoury disposition. 

She hadn't really any problem with him before she was forced to be in company with him, but now with the guy pestering her to continue their daily meet-ups she just couldn't help but pout and frown at the mere thought of him. 

“You’re late.” He’d grumbled when she for the very first time knocked a timid tune on his door.

“What? But I-I just texted you a minute ago-” She’d defended softly, simply standing there under his harsh gaze, awkwardly, in his doorway, in the hallway, where other rooms to other Hero’s in progress were listed up and down the row, making her feel so immensely unimportant in the world.

“That was a quarter of an hour ago.” He’d commented, arms crossed over his puffed out chest, and she remembers thinking how it was odd for someone who seemed like a such a badass to be so strict, almost like a squeaky clean goody-toe-shoes, not allowing her five minutes of wiggle-room.

“And?” She’d asked, instantly regretting her tone of voice, seeing how despite apparently being somewhat of a rule-respecter, he was still very much... well... deadly. 

“You said ten minutes.”

He’d made to lean in the doorway, as though waiting for an apology before letting her inside. Strangely wasting even more of the precious time he was so adamant on making sure she understood the importance of.

With a shiver up her spine, she came to the scary conclusion that he just liked stepping on ants.

“Yeah...” She’d said sheepishly, distracting herself by playing with a scrunchy in her hands, pulling on it instead of looking up into his searing red eyes. “Give or take five.”

“Give, evidently.” Was the last thing he’d said before yanking her, quite literally by the collar with a hand grabbing her tie, inside the enclosure of his room, which was again surprisingly neat and not at all like how she knew other teenage-boy-rooms to look like.

He was odd.

Even on the very first study-session he’d insisted they sit close, get inside each other’s head, on the bed, because he didn't have two chairs they could use if they were to sit by his desk. And although she wanted to suggest he take the desk and she the bed, or vice versa, it seemed stupid to even mentioned it, knowing he probably already knew of the possibility.

He’d touched her thigh the first time she was there, brushed a loose strand of hair from falling in front of her eyes as she buried her face in the biology book when trying to the best of her efforts at ignoring his pestering questions and how he would resort to calling her mean names when she couldn't answer textbook biology questions, even when those questions were entirely unrelated to their assignment.

He’d mentioned something about quirks being related to how your personality manifests and not the other way around like so many believe, while looking at her shy curled up state, brazen fingers reaching for her before she’d tucked herself even closer away into a ball, cowering though defensively keeping the pose as he proceeded to mention how small and weak and frail she looked, like little cornered prey, seemingly obsessivly curious as to what quirk she had, where by the end they hadn't really made any progress due their assignment at all, despite him having kept her there for a full six hours.

She could never forget the blitz in his eyes when she told him she was quirkless.

A few times later he’d tested the waters even further, teasing her and coaxing and taunting, seeing how it was so mouthwateringly apparent how she was obviously terrified of him, never telling him to stop even once as he decided to demonstrate just how defenceless she was to stop anyone from doing what they wanted with her.

He'd pulled her tiny frame beneath his mass of muscles, whispering in her ear about all the vile things he could do and all the reasons why quirkless little her couldn't do shit to stop him.

His thirst only quenched when he’d drawn a full waterfall of tears from her pretty eyes, throwing his head back with a scoffed out laugh, grinning when saying she’d better count her blessings that there were stronger more capable people out there protecting weaklings like her.

Around the thirteenth time she was there she was so tired she managed to fall asleep in the heap of notes and books strewn about the bed, just a little ball of soft snores on the ash-blonde's pillow. 

She was at least blaming it on being tired when she’d started bobbing her head as her eyes began gliding close every second, struggling to stay awake, but one look to her side would have her seeing white powder beginning to pool in the bottom of the glass of water Bakugo had so chivalrously handed to her with a grunt. 

Waking up to her alarm ringing in the morning, eyes busy refocusing while heavy with sleep, trying to blink off the blurriness as she fought to find her phone to switch her incessant alarm off, body freezing over in split-second hair-rising distress as someone else beat her to the punch. 

“Shouldn't y’get ready for class? Or are yah gonna drool on my pillow forever?” A voice quipped, and she whipped around at the feel of her heart jumping into her throat. “Mornin’.” 

“What the- why-” She gaped, clutching the comforter to her chest, sheets none other than Bakugo could have pulled over her, eyes blown wide like dinner-plates as she gawked at him sitting at his desk typing away ever so casually on his computer, bare-chested, dressed only in dark grey sweats.

He spun on his chair, looking at her, head slightly tipped to the side.

“What?”

He quirked a brow, slight smirk playing at the edge of his lips, though barely present.

She squirmed on the bed, scrambling to her feet. 

“What the...”

Although relieved at the sight of her clothes still framing her body, she still had trouble wrapping her head around the situation, adorable frustrated confusion warping her face into a disoriented drowsy mess.

“What happened?”

“You fell asleep.” He stated calmly with a shrug, like it was no big deal, still working at a moderate pace typing on the keyboard as though the scene was the most normal thing in the world.

“Ok... why... didn't you wake me?”

She dared stare at him, even as those great all-knowing ruby-eyes that always seemed to follow her around turned to address her where she clenched her little fist at her side and sucked in a breath when he narrowed them at her, chewing on the inside of her cheek and digging her nails into her palm at the intimidating glare, leaving pretty crescent-mooned-dentures to fade in their wake.

“Not my fault you don't take care of yourself.” He stated with an almost accusatory bite, getting out of his chair with a push to his desk. “Overworking and passing out on my bed.”

He neared her trembling little hopeless frame, one heavy step at a time. Eyes still slitted with scrutiny as he continued his rant.

“Are you drinking enough? Are you even eating? Are you making sure you're gettin' enough slee-”

She avoided him, slipping passed him as he nearly raged with un-called concern for her and her lack of self-care, leaping towards his door to escape.

“Ah- I- I need to get home- school. I need to get to class.” She blurted out, tripping over her tongue, stuttering and stammering as she dived for her sneakers. 

He huffed, watching her clumsily manoeuvre around. Such a klutz it almost wasn't even funny.

“Forget somethin’?”

She looked up from her position of quickly and gracelessly tying her shoes, seeing he was holding her phone in his hand, smiling down at her, eyes gleaming with something she knew she didn't want to get familiar with.

Getting up, she made to retrieve it, only for her arm to get caught in his much too large and rough hand. 

“I’mma text you later. Answer me.”

He pulled her forward, or rather... pulled her inn, towards him, into his broad bare chest, his bulging pecs, into his warmth, oozing heat like from an oven, and then his mouth was on hers. 

Soft as they were bold, his lips pushed for more, pushing for her to kiss back even as she stood still and stiff like a statue in his arms, face flat, muscles tense, hairs on strict end with the creepy crawling feeling that this was by far not the last thing he’d demand of her. 

“You’re cute when you sleep.” He commented. “I have proof of it.” He whispered and she thought she just might begin crying out of fear, quivering in his hold, mind spinning while pondering whether he meant proof as in memories or pictures. “Come back after school.”

“I... I d- don't think-” She tried, but he would have none of it.

“Don't piss me off now.” He warned, slightly twisting her arm in his grip, not in any painful way but definitely so she knew he wasn't just asking. “Have a good day.”

He picked up her bag and handed it to her with a smile, seemingly completely ignorent to the brimming tears in her eyes and the shell-shocked look on her face, looking almost as though he was admiring it as he leaned over her and opened the door.

“Don't forget our date.” 

When did study-sessions turn into something as dangerous as dates? 

.

The day went by awfully quickly as she was once again stood placed loyally outside his dorm-room-door yet again, wondering if whether turning back and leaving would do her any good or if it would just land her in a world of other trouble, where the more she thought about it, clutching the strap to the schoolbag on her shoulder, wringing it in her sweaty palms, knees creaking under her weight, she began forgetting how to breathe.

Minutes passed and she stood there, shaking like a leaf caught in the wind, unable to move, whether it be knocking on the door or running to safety, but she wasn't left much of an option when what had her in such a state ripped the door open with a great growl evident in his throat and a look dead-set on hunting slapped on his face.

Until he noticed her standing there, just like she was supposed to, cute tiny frame just begging to be used.

“There you are. I was sure I’d killed off the nasty habit you have of being late.”

The statement brought nostalgia, even a sense of deja vu. 

“Doesn’t matter, come’ere.”

He pulled her by the arm this time, yanking her inside and shutting the door behind her before pushing her up against it, large hand placed on her throat, pinning her between him and the hard wood behind her, not allowing her to look away or duck or avoid his lips closing in on hers.

Her muffled whine was easily overcome by Bakugo’s heavy grunt as he forced his face onto hers, his other hand having gripped ahold of her tiny breakable wrist once she made the slightest effort in pushing him off.

She relented immediately, put in place by the hand being kept firmly around her neck, his thumb pressing her chin up to meet him and his hungry mouth, his other fingers pinching her earlobe. His face scrunched in aching desire, ferocious brows intertwining with trembling ones, foreheads pressed neatly together, noses hugging, sharing hot air and spit.

He pushed her head into the wall and continued his ravishing by the hand constricting her air, mouth leaving a wet trail down her neck, biting harshly into her collar, hand pulling her shirt, buttons popping off, fabric singing into black ash biting her skin with harmless burns.

“Katsuki!” She squeaked as though he’d pay her meek little outcry any mind, besides finding the way she just whined his name fucking delicious.

He only laughed, snickering lightheartedly, unbothered.

“Shit, my bad.” He huffed, discarding of her shirt like a rag, letting it fall hot to the touch to the floor, leaving her in her cute lacy bra, flirty short black school-issued skirt and those precious white knee-high socks.

His hips were already moving on instinct, humping into nothing.

He repositioned his hands, dropping them to her hips, pulling at her weak footing, making her fit against him like a mold, hands traveling further, up under her skirt, grabbing at the cake of her ass to lift her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his torso as he pushed her yet again against the door, loud enough to have anyone walking by on the other side concerned, mouth never leaving her neck, deep in pursuit of marking his territory.

“Hang on.” He demanded, pinching the fat of her butt in warning, staring at her flush blushed face, wide-eyes terrified of disobeying him, slowly but surely latching onto him, fingers carefully running over his shoulders, braiding them together at the nape of his neck like her life was in the balance, like he was her saviour. 

He lived for it.

The rest went over in a blur. Hurried and crazed, a fever dream of a sorts.

Frenzied and rushed as he carried her to the desk, not the bed, he dropped her back onto her feet and spun her around, pushing her hips-first into the desk.

Making some brutish movements with his hands as he did not bother taking her skirt off, favouring simply ripping her panties down to her knees in his haste and roughly playing with the sensitivity found between her thighs.

At least he placed somewhat appreciated kisses on the back of her neck and down her spine, yet nice gesture was short-lived and killed off with a harsh slap to her ass-cheek, and following it came the boyishly impatient movement of him bathing his leaking cock-head between the soft tender lips of her pussy, ramming into her without as much as a second thought.

He fucked her hard against the table, her hands placed flat against the wood to brace herself from his savage rutting, her hipbones bruising against the edge, bones creaking beneath the thin scathing skin.

And if Bakugo noticed her discomfort, he sure didn't act like it, biting into her shoulder and neck as he squished and pawed at her breasts, burying his fingers into the ample flesh of her midriff to keep her steady and well-positioned to meet his sharply aimed thrusts as he snapped his hips into her from behind at a pace nothing short of desperate, skin slapping loudly against skin.

It was all over in a flash. One moment she felt the pain of being stretched to accommodate for Bakugo and his third leg taking up space inside her, and in the next second the itch of his hair alongside his dripping forehead resting on her shoulder, panting hot and heavy down her spine.

She barely even remembers what happened afterwards. If he’d said anything. If he’d kissed her. If he at all guided her to his bed where she sure as anything, bright as the sunshine coming through his dorm-room window, clear as the crisp chirp and twitter of birds singing outside, heavy as the thick arm slung around her waist, and warm as the chest she was hugged tight against, woke up the next day.

Yet, although it could have easily been excused for a dream, the tight swelling pain felt below was not something she could simply ignore. Nor was the markings blossoming on her neck and the sore pressuring pains on her hips.

Not to mention the smell.

Though it wasn't a bad smell so to say, it was a smell nonetheless. A distinct aroma of sweat and sweetness, something so very personal, yet mingled, intimate, laid thickly and overwhelmingly around her, on her, smeared and coated on her like a second layer of skin, sticky in texture.

She made sure not to move too much while lifting Bakugo’s bear-paw off her and sliding out of the bed, standing in his room, feeling the chill rush over, kissing her skin with goosebumps, realizing she couldn't go anywhere without washing the stench of raw arousal off.

She needed to shower, there was no way around it, though it would have to be quiet and it had to be quick, or else she might risk waking Bakugo and she dearly wished to slip out discreetly, make her way to someplace where people couldn't understand that she was taking the walk of shame.

His bathroom was always so neat it bothered her.

Not a smudge on the mirror. Not a single hair on the floor. Fresh towels, clean tiles, everything smelling of lush expense, that sharp cologne Bakugo tried masking the sweet scent of honeycombs and caramel with, the scent she was reeking with now.

She hopped into the shower without further thought, low-pressure so not to wake the sleeping boy, quickly scrubbing herself clean of him.

Yet, as she walked out of the bathroom again, towel wrapped around her, she arrived at another problem.

Her underwear and bra was nowhere in sight, stains of something creamy white flecked her skirt, where her shirt laid unwearable by the door, singed to tethers and ripped to rags.

She sighed anxiously, gnawing on her lip, standing alone in the silence of the room, Bakugo’s gruff snores heard from where he laid heavily asleep hugging the pillow he was mistaking for her.

She had no other choice.

Seeing that wearing her clothes was off the table, and so was rushing back to her dorm in nothing but a silly towel, especially one that had Bakugo’s initials narcissistically customary sewn into them with loud red letters. 

She walked to his closet, knowing where he would pull out his hoodies from all the countless hours she’d already spent in his presence in the intimate space of the dorm-room. Finding a pair of black sweatpants as well, seeing how the hoodie was just short of being deemed long enough in her standards.

And though it would have seemed she was seconds away from making it, the voice breaching the silence relieved her of all hope. 

“Going somewhere?”

She looked like a South Park character, cute in his crude graffiti hoodie, large white cracked skull placed like death on the strictly black fabric, bulky and swelled in size, fitting her like it would a toddler. His large pants pooling around her feet, dragged beneath her heels, making her trip just a bit in them as she turned to find him spying.

He had an impressive build. Muscles still ever so clearly and intimidatingly present even beneath the coverage of his black T-shirt.

In any other circumstance she would have even called him pretty, and hot.

She could imagine her eyes going to him all the time if he was just another face at the beach or in some sweaty hot-shop club, sand-colored skin and magnificent toned abs and big bulging muscles flecked with droplets of water and sweat, sexy scars painting a story of a reckless boy as he flips and shakes his ash-blonde hair free of saltwater like a lions mane, pretty red-eyes looking like rubies and not at all any dark like sickening blood.

“Get out of my pants, thief.”

She wanted to bargain, tell him she couldn't very well leave his dorm with fuck-stains on her skirt, but the look on his face told her that he wasn't making her strip for the sake of getting his clothes back, but rather for the sake of... well... making her strip.

She gripped the bottom hem of the hoodie, fingering the thick material for a second with a sigh before she started lifting.

“I said pants, you moron. Leave the hood.” He barked, placing a heavy step forward towards her, thinking he’d do the honors of taking her pants off himself. 

Large arms snatching her up before she could see what was happening, getting carried off to the bed. 

“I can’t believe you, always such a fucking tease.” He shook his head, snickering before plopping her down on her back, grabbing the band to his sweatpants and pulling them down her thighs, ripping them off at her ankles and tossing them to one corner of the room.

“You ripped my top, I-” She defended, but Bakugo only scoffed, placing his weight onto her and taunting brazen touches between her thighs, up the soft pillowy flesh to comfort her unprotected tender little spot.

“Yeah, yeah, it wasn’t your intention to rile me up.” He drawled, licking at her neck as he spread her thighs further apart by shimming between them. “But that’s what you did, and there are consequences for being a little cock-tease.” He chuckled again, abusing her neck, his hot breath tickling the bruised sensitive skin. “This is your mess, you take responsibility for it.”

His thumb touched down on the sore little budding button of her clit, rubbing roughly into it, making her whine into his mouth as he kissed her. 

“Or at the very least, don’t get in the way of me helping myself.”

He dived into her lips, moving passionately while his coarse hands explored brazenly beneath the hoodie, grabbing at her soft skin, raw after her hot shower of trying to wash him off her. 

All in vain as it were.

It seemed he had more ambitions this time, not just one strict goal in mind, as he maneuvered downwards, his face soon positioned in front of what she was so eager to protect, mouth closing in with lips locking and a tongue ready to burrow itself.

Her eyes shot wide-open, face flushed and burning bright red as she scurried up higher on the bed, away from his wet attack. 

“What are you doing?!”

Her features looked mortifyingly embarrassed, erratic and bewildered as she stared at him like a bunny eyeing the dripping teeth of a fox.

“Having a taste.” He answered, mischievous quirk playing at his lips with a haughty naughty gleam in his eyes as he yet again stalked forward with a specific target in mind. “Lie down, on your back.”

She didn't get much of a choice in the matter, what with his arms hooking beneath her knees and pulling her forth again, making her slide down onto her back.

She still looked dazed, small whimpers leaving her lips as he bowed down, hot puffs of air hitting her bare flesh. 

“Don’t be shy, I won’t bite…” He soothed, eyeing her before arching a telltale brow “Much.”

Even with the warning she couldn't suppress the catlike whine that escaped her lips as he pressed his tongue between her folds, licking at the tenderness he’d fucked raw only hours ago. 

“Aw, cute...” He moaned, peeking up at her, still with that crazed look swirling in his eyes, a look that had her cowering back into place. “Sore?” He snickered with a playful tone of voice. “Let me kiss it all better.”

There was a growl as he pulled her closer, sliding her once again down on her back, making her thump her head against the mattress with a squeal, tensing as he put his lips back on her, her hand instinctively finding its way to his hair, fingers burying themselves in the thick locks, not daring to yank but opting to grasp for just one measly strand of control, or at the very least the illusion of it.

He hugged her thighs close, nose rubbing into her clit, up and down as his tongue stretched deep inside her, swirling around while his lips sucked on the mound.

She gasped each time her clit buzzed, tensing up in split-seconds before unwinding, subconsciously trying to pull back just a little, back away from his antagonising mouth, but Bakugo strength didn't seem to mind where he held her firmly, locked in place in front of him, where her squirming only egged him on, fed his need to make her melt in his arms.

But once he felt her hips move in sync with the way he maneuvered his mouth, once she began rolling and lolling back into him, he pulled away, rubbing his chin into the hoodie she was wearing like a napkin.

He climbed back on top of her, looking down into her cotton-flavored features, pretty heavy-lidded eyes looking dopey and adorable with a dust of blush adorning her cheeks, lips wet and parted as she panted. 

He regretted not looking at her face the first time, but he’d been too preoccupied to have enjoyed it then.

Now though, that he was calm and rational, collected and restrained and not just focused on dumping his load inside the poor girl like he was acting on some long grudge, he actually had the mind to bask in it for a moment. 

“You’re so fucking cute.” He whispered, looking at her like how she’d imagine a pirate would eye treasure, completely drunk, obsessed, even possessed to some degree, where she couldn't shake the feeling of how absolutely terrifying it was to have someone like him, someone dangerous, call her something so adoring, especially with his dangerous hands rubbing small tentative circles into her aroused vulnerable clit. 

It all made her chest burn and heart throb, being under his watchful vibrant eyes, knowing she couldn't hide a single thing from him, knowing he had her completely pinned beneath his thumb, where she found herself foolish for admitting it, though having to say it nonetheless... how threateningly thrilling, consuming and annihilating, how bloody addictive it was to feel like a dainty little flower beneath the rubber of a giant military boot. It was scary to find herself actually... loving it.

She willingly wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him further in, against her, awaiting something to fill the longing drooling cavity within. 

He moaned as he slipped inside, closing his eyes, ears twitching in bliss at the sound of the little thing beneath him, making small endearing noises of her own, sounds completely contrasting his, sweet like a daydream, tender, like nothing he’d ever heard before, strung out with the soft rise and fall of her chest, like bliss and peace and gratitude all mingled together to preform one sound devoted entirely for him, because of him.

He rocked once, going deeper and her hands shot forward, quite like they usually do when he doesn't take the liberty of pinning them to her sides, but this time, this time they caressed his abs instead of pushing, fingers curling into the cotton of his T-shirt, balling it up in her tiny fists and hanging onto him.

He repeated the motion, cock-head nudging against something that had her falling completely apart, knowing how he’d found some spot, some sweet weak spot he hadn’t reached when taking her from behind. 

She was mewing beneath him, eyes wide and diving into his own, hands pulling him closer, her legs tangling around his torso like she never wanted to let go.

“That’s right.” He breathed onto her lips, staring with half-lidded drunken eyes into her own drowsed out gaze. “Girls like you need guys like me.” 

She couldn't really find it in her to disagree with how she clung to him, hanging off of each and every one of his moves, moaning out in small girlish breaths of air as he rocked into her slowly and deeply. 

“Any other guy wouldn't know the first thing of what to do with you once they had you...” 

She wasn't sure what he meant, all she knew was how good everything felt when he was in control. 

“You need someone who can make decisions for you.” 

She didn't find it at all any bad to simply follow his lead, knowing full well that she would never have the guts to initiate anything remotely similar to what sticky fuckery they found themselves lost in at the moment. 

“And I need someone who can take directions without any silly little protests.”

She would never have the guts to disobey him. Even thinking about it gave her chills. 

“We’re fucking perfect for each other.”

TIP-JAR

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Hi💖! Can I have a scenario with JJK boys ( gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, inumaki ) with gn! Reader who is very soft, cute and innocent. At first glance they look like they couldn't even hurt a fly or know a single swear word but in battlefield they change completely by absolutely have no mercy on their enemies and a motherfcking badass?? I enjoyed your squishy cheeks scenario and I hope you can do mind! I hope you take your time and do whatever most important to you first ༼ つ ◕‿◕ ༽つ (*＾3＾)/～♡

Having a s/o who's soft but a badass in the battlefield

▪︎Featuring: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Inumaki Toge, Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen

▪︎Pronoun: They/Them [Gn! Reader]

▪︎Genre: Comedy, Humor, Flyff and a lil bit crack

▪︎Warnings: uhhh violence? language and Slight nsfw in sukuna if u squint

note: Hello! Thanks for reading my work I appreciate it! and tbh the squishy cheeks are also one of my faves I'm sorry if this took so long I wanna write the scenario I think that will suit them sooo- Enjoy! Hope this was what u had in mind

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How dare you decieve this literal sunshine :<

When you charged at the special grade curse he felt like he was about to die again.

"NO! Y/N!" He shouted, voice raw and full of desperation as he tried to catch up with you but Megumi pulled him back.

"What are you doing!? Let me go! They might die! I-i can't lose them!" He yelled, trying to get put of Megumi's clutches as he could only watch in horror as you charged to the curse.

Yuuji turned limp into Megumi's arms as he saw you battle the curse with fierceness and a dangerous edge on you. He turned into the paper thingy HHAHAHAH

"W-what just happened..?" He stammered, eyes still transfixed on your form as you ran to him smiling and cheering.

"Did you saw me fight the curse Yu?! I took it down!" You cheered and spun around with him, sparkles somehow floating around you. Kugisaki tried to hide her laugh as she watched you spin around while Itadori just kinda... floats? He probably traumatized poor boi got a heart attack-

He still haven't recovered from the shock but he managed to stammer out a 'Yes'. He's still Paper! Itadori

He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you become an entirely different person when you fight.

He would probably shit himself if you ever get angry at him.

Ahhh my baby-

His reaction would be: 👁👄👁

Ope, sorry but he would clearly under estimate you. Not that it's intentional, he just thinks that you need his protection 24/7 because you just look so innocent and like you couldn't hurt a fly.

Oh how wrong he was.

Turns out he's the one that needs saving-

When he thought that he was done for, you suddenly kicked the curse in the face, seething. He almost thought you had an evil twin since he can't believe that's you.

"You thought you could get Megumi? Hah, fucker, DIEEEE!"

ExCuse mE wHaT wHy iS bAkugOu's SiBLiNg hErE-

Fushiguro just blinks at you while you fight the curse without even breaking a sweat, and did you curse?! He always thought his baby couldn't hurt someone but you're out there killing in cold blood-

It somehow warms his heart since you really care but he's kinda shaken to his core.

"Are you okay?!" You rushed to him and rubbed your cheek against his. "I was so worried! Don't worry! I'll watch your back so you won't get hurt!" You kissed his cheek, and just like that, any trace of you being an absolute op vanished.

He stammered, trying to ask a ton of questions but failing to.

Welp, It looks like he's the one that needs saving.

"Go honey! Screw them up! Kill them all!" Gojo let out a grin and cheered for you in the sidelines as he waved his arms around. This bitch i-

You giggled and grabbed your weapon, ready to show off to your clueless and worried students. "Of course! Wish me luck babe!"

"U-uhmm, Gojo sensei.." Yuuji gulped, worried for you. Even though he knows you're a special grade sorcerer he can't help but worry for you.

In the background you can already see them worry and being nervous

Gojo hummed, "They'll be alright! I know my baby can handle it!"

And just as he finished the sentence, you exorcised the curse succesfully. As you neared them, you have a shit eating grin plastered on your face as you took in the fsces of your students.

"We should invite L/n sensei next time when we spar!" Kugisaki suggested to her blindfolded teacher who just chuckled nervously in response.

"I would love to but-"

"He knows I'll beat his ass." You cackled, like kuroo as you looked over your lover who looked like he would pass out in embarassment.

"I did not brag you to our students just for you to bring me down."

Toge groaned in pain as blood spills out from his wound, rendering him immobile. When he found you rushing towards him he widened his eyes and shook his head rapidly, telling you to get far away as the curse is much stronger than they thought to be.

When he saw the curse approaching you and preparing to strike he felt himself grow cold as he desperately tries to use his voice, even though he already reached his limit. He felt tears prick his vision as he watched in pain in what he thought will be the end of you.

AAAACK DON'T CRY

Sliced.

Into thousand pieces. The curse didn't stand a chance against your speed and precision as you succesfully exorcised it.

He blinked; once, twice, a couple times, he couldn't really process what he was seeing.

You panted, hands on ur legs as you bent down to cath your breath. "That was a close one.." He stared in disbelief as your dangerous aura vanished and you approached him with a smile. "Are you okay? Can you stand baby?"

He shook his head "B-bonito Flakes." Then giving you a look that you better explain what just happened. You chuckled sheepishly, a cute but nervous smile appearing as you scratched the back of your head.

"Yes yes... I know I have to explain but let's get you patched up first okay?"

Never did he thought he would fall for a soft person. Not even once. Since he always find those types not worthy to gain his precious attention.

He figured out that there was something wrong with him since he's usually like more edgy type of person. Turns out he was wrong.

When he saw you in action he can't help but smirk and wolf whistle at you. He's also turned on but he wouldn't admit it outloud (save Yuuji cuz he's so ashamed by Sukuna's actions)

"Damn babe, you didn't tell me you weren't a damsel in distress-"

Sukuna didn't know if it was intentional that he got hit by your weapon, but when you apologized to him he automatically thinks that it was an accident.

"Oh no! Suku, are you okay?!" You fussed over him, trying not to burst out laughing so you won't blow your cover. He groaned in pain, you didn't exacly injure him since you'd feel bad when Yuuji takes over so that will do.

"Does it look like it?" He mumbled, not yelling since he doesn't want you to be upset with him. He becomes a putty in your hands, that's how much he's willing to do anything for you.

"I-im sorry but HHAHAHAH YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACE SUKU!" You booped his nose as he scowled, "You... I'll wreck you!"

You giggled, flashing him a cute smile and wink as you ran away, Sukuna hot on your heels.

You snickered, "Sure you will, honey."

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Tᴇɴᴊɪᴋᴜ x ᴍᴀɴ-ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

I got this idea from @azucarian's "It girl head cannons". so the credit goes to them. If you haven't already please check out their work. It's really good, I'm sure you would enjoy it. I know I sure did. A word of caution they will make you cry with their Angst writing. You have been warned!

According to the urban dictionary, Maneater will use all her charms on man(it could be any gender tbh) to benefit her whether it's sexual or financial or something else and then dump/get rid of. she can be compared to a player or pimp.

For this headcanon, I won't use the exact definition but you will be a maneater.

The reader will be a maneater but will have a lot of physical strength to make you more versatile.

as I said in my introduction the characters I write for will not be entirely weak especially not female character's, sometimes this will make the characters a little bit of a marry sue.

If you have a specific person/or gang to react to this please request it

Warning; cursing, violence, and some characters may be OOC

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 1/2/3 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫- 1/2/3

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 -1\ {Masterlist 1} {masterlist 2}

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Tenjiku version

When Tenjiku first met you was when your gang was absorbed/made into allies for Tenjiku. Your exact squadron was meant as a peace offering to them to make the transition easier.

Sadly though the transition wasn't going as smoothly as possible as your gang wanted because Izana wanted to prove if your gang actually had worth. So Izana proposed that if Anyone in your gang could defeat one of the heavenly kings he would accept the peace offering asap with no questions asked. Which caused a stir because bitch have you seen the heavenly kings??

Your gang leader proposed tried to negotiate but got nowhere with Izana. So Kakucho suggests that if your gang can win 3 solo fights against them including a fight with a heavenly king then it would be fine.

Your gang's leader could feel his sweat rolling off him but he agreed because Izana is a crazy bitch and he doesn't want to get his limbs broken.

" Rules are simple, knock the other person out or hit'em till you kill them.♡" Hanma said " I'll be overseeing your matches today. so make 'em fun or I'll kill the loser♡."

"So choose wisely ♡."

"fuck'in psycho," you mutter as you hear your leader speaking.

Obviously, not many people are used to seeing a female delinquent so they automatically thought you were some idiot's girlfriend. Who was just too stupid to actually bring their girl to a fight.

Fouretently you were chosen to beat some heavenly king ass.

" Alright, who brought their girlfriend here?" Shion said as you smile as you move to where you would be fighting him.

" disappointed you can't get one honey~?" you fire back " sadly aren't here to talk about your failing love life. I'm to kick your ass. so let's get this over with."

" HAHAHAHA, what have you been smokin'? you think you can beat me Bitch?"

"Didn't you get knocked out by 12-year-olds?" you smile and giggle as you see a vein pop.

" you fuckin bitch, I'll put you in your place!"

"oooh sounds interesting, I'll be waiting bitch boy~"

So many shots were fired that day at Shion. Poor guy couldn't even catch a break. Especially since you kicked his ass quite easily. And that's how you got both Haitani brothers to like (just a lil bit) you in one day. You could literally hear RAn laughing in the distance

" I guess I forgot to mention that I won against the 10th generation of your gang huh? whoops," you say as you taunted a barely conscious Shion after being knocked out cold for a few minutes.

You see a shadow loom over you and you see Kanji Mochizuki.

"I'm fighting you next." He said

"oh?"

Let's just say that fight last almost an hour before it was called a draw. So after a couple of fights, your gang was accepted into Tenjiku.

it wasn't until the end of settling things between both gangs that the police were called and everyone scattered. except for Shion because you gave bitch boy a concussion. So there you were pulling all the stops of your charm onto a single police officer who stopped you because well wtf were you doing late at night with a delinquent in a reported gang fight.

let me tell you something after that night Shion was horny and very afraid of you.

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I didn't really get into the whole maneater part just yet I wanted to get you into the writing before going all bad bitch on you.

Hope you like it!

[mirkosintern]

Crawlin’ back to you

pairing: dabi x fem!reader

genre: smut with a lil angst and fluff if you squint

notes: reader is a member of the lov, set in the meta liberation army arc (before the war!), possessive dabi, wowee this is my first work!! I never expected myself to be able to write a piece but here we are ehehe this was inspired by a certain tiktok actually. U may have already noticed but the title is from the song do I wanna know? by the arctic monkeys<3

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, cum play, dubcon-ish?, toxic relationship, degradation, vulgar language, alcohol

word count: 3k

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That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day Crawlin’ back to you Ever thought of callin’ when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new Now I've thought it through

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Dabi wasn’t one to do feelings. He’s screwed numerous women, but they were nothing more than some toys to fulfill his sexual needs. Neither did he want to have feelings, nor did he need to. Afterall, his side hoes who begged to stay with him even after all the degradation he’s given them disgusted him the most. He would snicker at their pathetic attempts and cut them off ruthlessly.

However, you were an only exception.

No, he did not have feelings for you, he swears he never did and never will. But you were different from his other disposable sluts--he kept you around. He didn’t ghost you, instead, he kept coming back. It is only because you’re a member of the lov as well, he thinks. You are easy to access since you’re always around the lov base, and he doesn’t even have to worry about getting caught by civilians or stupid bitches who suddenly decide to turn him into the police. You guys were practically co-workers with benefits, fuck buddies where the “buddies” part is questionable.

Dabi didn’t mind that he made an exception for you until that night. That very night where you sleepily decided to crawl into his arms after a rough round and whispered him how you loved the rough texture of his skin against yours. That very night where you pressed delicate kisses beneath his jaw. The moment of intimacy—making his heart pound and warmth spread beneath his cold skin—was threatening. You were threatening.

That’s where he cut you off completely. He did not knock on your bedroom door located in the lov base anymore. He stopped sending those “you up?” texts at 3am. He didn’t even lock eyes with you or talk to you anymore.

It feels as if something heavy dropped inside you, squashing your heart to the point where it’s painful. You try your best to ignore the pang in your chest and remind yourself that you guys were nothing more than co-workers with benefits. However, the enduring heartburn only functions to make you realize how attached you were to him. He’s Dabi, the biggest scumbag you will ever meet, what did you expect? What were you thinking? It should be no surprise this happened, right? But having to encounter his stupidly handsome face every day was not doing any help. You are a girl with dignity, you tell yourself, trying your best to ignore his strong scent of campfire and cologne drowning you every time you guys are in the same room.

The pain is suffocating you for weeks, and you finally decide to completely get over him. The night Dabi brings a bimbo to his room and fucks her loud enough for everyone in the lov to hear—for you to hear—you’re done with everything. You step outside, get drunk, do anything to numbify the pain the raven-haired guy has caused you, and even meet a nice-looking guy who seems to be interested in you.

You are doing good without Dabi.

You don’t need Dabi anymore.

You are not letting him get to your head.

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A party.

League of villains is all about privacy, but they also started having some fun after uniting with the meta liberation army. Now they had sufficient money, people and place to throw parties every now and then without the danger of getting caught by civilians. Afterall, a number of heroes were in their side as well.

“Not gonna lie, you guys do know how to host parties.” Keigo smirks, picking up a glass of bourbon whiskey. “It’s fuckin’ lame,” Dabi answers as he downs a glass of liquor.

“So, what happened with y/n?” Keigo throws a suggestive smile.

“The hell you mean what happened with her?” Dabi frowns.

“Y’know, didn’t you guys used to be a thing or something?”

“Nah, she was an occasional fuck and that’s it.”

“Oh really? The Dabi I know never fucks a same bitch twice though. I thought she was something special.”

“Special?”

“Yeah, thought maybe you actually wanted her.”

A smug grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Never even liked her.”

“Have you seen her and her new boyfriend?”

The smile is quick to vanish from his face after hearing the word boyfriend. Dabi’s eyes widen, immediately glaring at Keigo. Before he could say anything, Keigo tilts his chin to point something.

“There they are.”

Dabi turns his head only to find you clinging onto some guy’s arm. Your cheeks are flushed –a pretty, pink glow on your face—as you bat your eyelashes at the guy. Bubbly giggles escape from your lips while you stare at him through half-lidded eyes. The guy’s arm is secured around your waists, pulling you closer to him.

Dabi sees red.

His entire body freezes as his grip around the liquor glass tighten. Dabi doesn’t say anything for a moment, but there is no way Keigo wouldn’t pick up how his cerulean eyes are flaming at the sight. “Well, I thought you knew.” Keigo pats Dabi’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t matter anyways right? You never liked her.”

“…Right.” Dabi takes another sip from the liquor, his eyes still fixed to you.

Keigo’s words are true; at least they are supposed to be true. Dabi didn’t have feelings for you. He doesn’t do romance. No feelings were ever involved with any of the women he’s slept with, and he made sure of it. It was so clear for Dabi without a question.

But why is it unable for him to erase the sight of you with some guy as he forces himself to sleep that night? Why are your sweet giggles echoing his head? Why can’t he get rid of the thought of you in that tight, black dress that perfectly complements the curves of your body? Why is the moment where the guy places his hand on your inner thigh replaying in his head? Why are thoughts of you messing with his mind?

“Fucking hell.”

Dabi gets up. This was fucking annoying. You were truly fucking annoying.

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You tilt your head to check the glowing digits of your digital clock on the nightstand. 2:15am. It’s late, and you haven’t even taken off the dress you wore to the party. You are too tired both physically and emotionally. You’ve done quite a decent job in entertaining the man who’s accompanied you through the whole party, but it was truly an energy-consuming task. You and him walked around as if you guys were the happiest couple in the party; but the truth is that you guys aren’t even properly dating yet. Solely because you have constantly been refusing to properly answer him asking you to be his girlfriend. It’s not that he’s bad looking or anything, but the idea of being with him just doesn’t sit right with you. Ever since you’ve met him, he couldn’t keep his hands off you without asking you anything about consent. You always had to pull his hand away with an uncomfortable smile, yet he never took a hint. However, when a dating rumor about you and him started and spread quickly, you didn’t try to correct anything. Maybe it was because you wanted to pull out a reaction from a certain villain. Maybe your unusual actions at today’s party; clinging onto the guy and laughing at every single word he spoke; was to make Dabi witness how happy you were.

 Truthfully, you were dying inside.

 What was even worse was that none of your attempts seemed to bring an ounce of reaction from Dabi. When have you become so pathetic and desperate? You feel tears welling up in your eyes, hot and burning, but you don’t want to cry. Not for an asshole like him. You take out your phone, find the guy’s name, and text him that you don’t want to see him anymore. You feel a little guilty, thinking that you may have used him to provoke something from Dabi, but your thoughts are too worn out for you to comprehend anything. You flop onto your bed and bury your face in your pillow. You huff out a deep sigh, and the soft texture of your cotton pillow feels warm on your cheeks. In all honesty, you were thinking about Dabi the whole time you were at the party. Whenever the guy’s hand creeped up your thighs or gripped on your ass, you imagined it was Dabi’s, trying your hardest to feel something from the contact.

 You weren’t over Dabi. You never were. Realization hurts, leaving a sour feeling in your mouth.

 Your body shoots up at the sudden, loud slamming sound emerged from your door. Your teary eyes widen at the lean man slamming the door shut. “Dabi?” You ask, not believing your eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” Without an answer, Dabi’s one hand reaches for your throat as his other hand grips your wrist. His large body is towering over you, and you feel your bed shift as he dips one knee in the mattress. His sapphire eyes pierce through your soul, and you can feel his raging anger just from looking at him.

“You’re such a pain in the ass, y’know that?”

“Dabi, what are you-“

He doesn’t let you finish the sentence, pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your lips open reflexively, enabling him to deepen the kiss. The kiss is aggressive, and he doesn’t know whether it is because of his anger or his pent-up desires towards you that he has been suppressing. The kiss gets sloppier over time, hot and wet with saliva and tongue. He lets go of the grip on your wrist and starts tracing your inner thigh with his thumb, and you let out a soft moan. You finally pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, but he doesn’t cease to caress your thigh. Instead, he lowers himself to your ear. “You seem to really love thigh touches, don’t you?” His low voice and hot breath brushing the shell of your ear sends chills down your spine.

“Huh?”

“I always knew you were a slut, but never knew you were this much of a whore. You would bend over any guy who offers you some touches, right?”

Tears swell in your eyes again at his vile words, but it’s hard to talk when his knuckles are repeatedly brushing your clit.

“I’m… not a slut…nngh.” Suppressed moans escape your lips.

“Yeah? Why are you making those sounds then?”

“Dabi…”

He yanks your dress up and dips two fingers inside your lace panties, making you let out a weak yelp. Dabi raises his brows with a smug grin on his face.

“Oh, so she indeed is a slut huh? You get this fucking wet from a kiss?”

His two digits start pumping inside you, and you grip on his white shirt at the sudden sensation. Your gasps and moans get louder, and you suddenly feel his wet lips against your neck. Dabi sucks hard, making sure to leave dark purple marks from your jaw to your neck and shoulder, as he repeats the step of curling his fingers and pulling them inside and out your hole. “Dabi…too fast.” You whine out. “Yeah?” A sadistic grin appears on Dabi’s face. “Be a good slut and take what I give you.” His thumb reaches for your clit, making your legs shiver.

“Nngh…stop, I’m gonna… Dabi I’m gonna cum.”

“Stop? You want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Do you deserve it though?” he slows his pace while teasing your clit. “Beg.”

It’s humiliating, really—but do you have any other choice when you are this close?

“Please, Dabi… I’ll be your good slut. Please let me cum!” Your desperate cries have him pumping his fingers fast again, and soon you’re seeing white. Hot drops of release coat Dabi’s fingers as he pulls out.

“Say ah.”

“A-ah.”

You obey, and Dabi sticks his digits inside your mouth. Your mouth wraps around them immediately, sucking as if it’s a pacifier. “Good girl,” Dabi says as he pats your head, and it makes your stomach swoop with sick pride.

The bulge in his pants is becoming painful, and he contemplates on fucking your mouth. But he’s too impatient; He feels the need to abuse your cunt right now. He wants to hear your screams and cries as he proves who you belong to.

“Take that off.” Dabi gestures at your dress, and you start undressing as he demands. Dabi pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, causing his cock to spring out. It’s so pretty, you think, and you can’t help but admire his red tip, glistening with precum. He pumps his length a few times and lines it up with your entrance. You inhale a sharp gasp as you feel his whole length inside you. It feels so full; it feels as if he’s gonna split you in half if he starts moving.

“Ah, too big.”

“I know.” Dabi looks down on you. “Take it like a little slut you are.”

Before you could even talk back, he is moving inside you. Your moans blend with the noise of the bed creaking; a perfectly harmonized orchestra to Dabi’s ears.

You knew Dabi wasn’t one to prep you or go slow, but you feel like he’s going way rougher than usual. His wild thrusts have your head lolling backwards, and Dabi does not miss the chance to take a hard bite on your neck. You scream out of both pain and pleasure, and you feel two hot streams of tears on your flushed cheeks.

“Aww, she’s crying.” Dabi says in a mocking tone. “Bet you love the pain.”

Humiliation fills your chest and you turn your head away, but Dabi quickly grabs your chin with one hand, forcing you to directly face him.

“Who’s the one making you feel this full?” he asks.

“Y-you.”

“Did he ever make you feel this way?”

Wait, he? Who does he mean by he? Your alleged boyfriend? Could it be possible that Dabi was doing this out of jealousy? You try to comprehend, but it’s impossible for you to think clearly, not when Dabi is fucking you stupid. “No!” You shout.

Dabi’s free hand reaches for your clit and starts rubbing circles. “Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

“You…” You try to answer, but he suddenly lifts up your lower body and slams into your cervix in the right angle. It has you moaning even louder, your insides spasming around his cock.

“I can’t hear you.” He smirks sadistically.

“You, Dabi, it belongs to you! I belong to you!” You’re screaming his name like it’s the only word you know, making his cock twitch. “That’s right. You are all for me, all for me to use. Just a pathetic little slut for my cock.” A satisfactory grin appears on Dabi’s face.

Dabi lowers his body down and grunts directly into your ear as he thrusts even faster. The sound of his skin slamming into yours is so erotic, and you can feel how close you are.

“You wanna cum huh?” His words have you nodding frantically, babbling incoherent words. Yes Dabi—wanna cum so bad—wanna be yours—wanna be your good girl—please, dabi.

“Then do it. Make a mess on my cock.”

“Nngh, Dabi!” You scream out his name as euphoria washes down your body. His release follows you soon enough, painting your walls white. You feel warmth filling your belly while his groans echo in your ear. You’re still sobbing and panting after he pulls out, without any energy left to move. As your blurry vision starts getting clearer, you feel his warm skin and the sting of his cold staples against your back. His long arms wrap around your oversensitive body, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re messing with my head.” Dabi rests his forehead on the back of your shoulder.

“Huh?”

You’re confused, but Dabi doesn’t elaborate. His ego doesn’t let him do such thing.

“When you said you belonged to me, did you mean it?”

You bite your lower lip, not knowing how to respond to his sudden question. Millions of unspoken words and feelings are hanging in the back of your throat, creating a huge lump. You swallow them all and spit out a question instead. “Do you want me to belong to you?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes widen at his unexpected response, butterflies fluttering inside your chest. “Be mine.” His low voice vibrates against your soft skin. Your heart melts at his words, and you cannot stop your feelings from overspilling anymore. At that moment you both realize; you and Dabi were meant to crawl back to each other, no matter how hard you both try and struggle.

“I’m yours.” You smile, “I’m all yours.”

[fruitcoops]

Idea for jules staying with coops... Jules gets a bad dream and crawls into bed with them? Only if you want to ofc! I love e everything you write, that k you for sharing it with us! -🌼

Part three! Find Part 1 here and Part 2 here. Sweater Weather/ Jules credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for nightmares (plane crashes and cracking ice)

Lily Potter was a goddess. That belief was only solidified when she called Remus the morning of the game and offered to take care of Jules for the day while they went through their regular pre-game rituals. Jules, of course, was only too happy to go—he adored Harry and was still in the stage where babies were just gross enough to be cool.

And yet it was strange having the house to themselves. Remus kept checking over his shoulder for Jules, and Sirius called him down for lunch twice before remembering that he wasn’t there. Hattie got plenty of extra attention in his absence.

They arrived at the rink two hours before game time; there was minimal delay getting out of the house without wrangling a ten-year-old, but to be honest, Remus kind of missed it. Fans were already flooding into the stadium when they arrived and he scanned the crowds for red hair or a pompom-topped beanie, even though Jules was much too small to be easily seen in the rush.

Shake it off, Loops, you’ve got a game to win.

The locker room hummed with energy as everyone taped up and buckled in. Sirius gave his usual fearless-leader speech, Frank’s voice boomed outside, and then they were on the ice.

“Heads up, Loops!” James called, passing him the puck for a quick tap-around. Remus rolled his shoulders out and took a deep breath—he knew he had to trust Lily and the girls to keep an eye on Jules. It’s just a couple hours. Get in the zone.

It was a fast game. The Ravens may not have been the biggest team, but they were lightning on their blades and had a knack for hard hits when the opposition least expected it. Remus got checked twice in the first five minutes alone; that snapped him out of his worried haze quick enough, and he dug his skates in. Time to win.

“Twelve!” he shouted over the roar of the stadiums, slamming the puck toward Sirius and hip-checking number 18 into the boards as he flew past. Sirius caught it—of course he did, Remus thought with a small smile—and looped around for a beautiful goal. “Hell yeah!”

The fans erupted in cheers and he caught a glimpse of Jules’ face near the glass on the opposite side, sandwiched tightly between Lily and Regulus. The last latent tension melted away and he let out a slow breath, skating over celebrate Sirius’ goal.

“I found Jules!” Sirius said, tilting his head toward the glass when he arrived. “He’s okay!”

“I know, I saw!” Remus knocked their helmets together before returning to his position.

The Lions were on fire after that, steady and inevitable against the quick movements of the Ravens. When those blue jerseys tried to slip between the defense, the line tightened and netted them like fish; when they tried to get between the Lions offense, James and Remus circled back around and laid in wait for a pass.

The final buzzer went off and the stadium roared: Lions win, 3-1. Jules was jumping up and down and yelling himself hoarse as the teams shook hands and went back to their locker rooms to clean up for the media.

When all interrogations were vaguely answered and Remus’ hair was dry enough not to freeze in the nighttime air, he and Sirius walked back into the lobby to collect their kid. Jules waved when he saw them from his perch on Regulus’ shoulders—Sirius made a soft noise at the sight and gave Remus’ hand a squeeze.

“Hey, buddy, how was the game?” Remus asked, reaching up for a fist bump when they wandered over.

“It was awesome!” Jules practically shouted. “I got a Twix!”

“Did you?”

“We split one,” Regulus clarified, glancing up at Jules with unbridled fondness. “More of a seventy-thirty situation, to be honest.”

“Got it,” Remus laughed. “Lils, how’s the baby?”

“He napped, shockingly enough.” She turned so they could see Harry’s smushy baby face blinking back at them from his chest wrap. “I don’t think the Ravens worried him that much.”

“There they are!” James appeared in the crowd and swept Lily in for a kiss, then bent to place a  million on Harry’s head until he shrieked with giggles. “Hey, sunshine!”

“Here, my shoulders need a break.” Lily carefully unwound the wrap and helped James slip into it; immediately, Harry reached for his glasses, babbling happily.

“Are you ready to head home, buddy?” Sirius asked Jules, who was watching Harry with wide eyes.

He paused, looked down at Regulus, then nodded. “I guess so. Bye, Regulus.”

“See you later, kiddo.” Regulus bent down to let him off his shoulders, then startled a bit as Jules turned around and hugged him tight around the waist. “I’ll stop by before you leave, d’accord?”

“Thanks for letting me sit with you,” he said, voice muffled by the red sweatshirt.

“Thanks for sharing your Twix.” The edges of Regulus’ eyes crinkled and Remus leaned closer to Sirius’ side, running a thumb over the back of his hand. “Alright, I think our pain-in-the-patootie brothers want to get out of here.”

Jules looked up at him and frowned. “You can say ‘ass’ around me, you know.”

“Jules!” Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus exclaimed at the same time as Regulus burst out laughing.

“What? It’s true!”

“Come on, gremlin,” Remus said, grabbing his hands and letting him stand on his feet as they walked out. “What are we going to do with you?”

“Make dinner?”

Remus laughed, even as the cold air made them all shiver. “I think I can manage that, sure.”

“Lily made pasta for lunch and it was so good.”

“Yeah?” Sirius shared an amused look with him. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“We did a puzzle, and I got to play with the baby, and then we made some cookies—” He closed his mouth abruptly. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“Why not?”

“…can I swear?”

Sirius snorted. “Sure.”

“She said the two of you would throw a bitch fit if you found out she made cookies and didn’t let you have any.” He grinned upward as Remus scoffed in disbelief. “Then she apologized for swearing and gave me three.”

“I say we make some brownies with caramel, send her a picture, and then refuse to give her any,” Remus suggested as they reached the car. “Those are her favorite. We’ll see who throws a bitch fit then.”

Sirius made a face and closed the trunk. “I mean, she is taking care of a baby and is married to James Potter. I think she’s entitled to a bit of a bitch fit now and then.”

“Fair point. Buckle your seatbelt, Jules.”

“I always do!”

“Just checking.”

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Jules was asleep by nine, just as Remus expected. It had been a busy day for him—going to the game would have been enough to knock him out pretty well, but combined with a full day of activity it was a miracle he lasted that long. He took a picture of the sleeping kid and sent it to Lily with a quick ‘thank you’ and the promise of caramel brownies. She really did deserve some.

“D’you want to go to bed?” Sirius asked as he settled down on the couch next to Remus while he read.

Remus yawned and checked the clock; it was barely ten pm. “Yeah, sure.”

They stumbled up the stairs, both dead on their feet and sore as hell, then tugged on pajamas and slid under the covers for a good, solid cuddle. Remus pressed his back into Sirius’ warmth, feeling the heavy tide of sleep roll closer. “Love you,” he whispered in the darkness.

Sirius smiled against the back on his neck and wrapped an arm around his ribs, pulling him even closer with a kiss to the shell of his ear. “Love you, too, mon loup.”

Remus dreamed of ice. A frozen pond, to be specific, where Jules flew past him on his skates and Sirius followed, both laughing so hard they gasped with it. Sirius caught his hand as he passed, pulling him along as the three of them—no, five, his parents were there as well—looped in wide circles.

A bolt of fear shot through him when he heard the telltale sound of cracking ice and he reached for Jules’ coat collar; the soft fleece of the inside brushed his fingertips, but he was too far away to pull him to safety. Jules was going to fall. Didn’t he hear it? Didn’t he understand?

“Re?” A soft, terrified voice broke through his dream and his eyes flew open. The room was dark, save for a bit of light from the hallway. Sirius was still against his back, breathing steadily as he slept. And Jules was standing about a foot away from the edge of the bed with tearstains on his face.

“Jules?” He scrubbed a hand over his cheek and sat up. “What’s going on?”

“I had a nightmare.” His lower lip trembled as he stared at Remus, clearly shaken.

“Oh. M’kay.” Next to him, Sirius inhaled deeply and shifted, reaching for him; Remus brushed his dark hair off his face and shushed him softly. “Go back to sleep, love.”

“I didn’t mean to wake Sirius up.” Jules sniffled and blinked a couple times.

“Don’t worry, buddy, it’s fine. Do you want me to tuck you back in?” Jules shook his head as tears spilled over and Remus swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, pulling him close for a hug. “Hey, shh, you’re alright. You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

“It was awful,” Jules sobbed, clinging to Remus’ shoulders as he buried his face in his chest.

“What was?”

“My nightmare.”

“Can you tell me about it?” Jules shook his head; Remus kissed his forehead and kept his lips there, closing his eyes. “Oh, buddy.”

“ ‘s everything okay?” Sirius mumbled as he sat up. He frowned in the dim light before he saw the two of them and concern covered his face. “What happened?”

“Jules had a nightmare,” Remus explained quietly. Jules pulled away and wiped furiously at his face with his sleeve.

“I’m fine.” His voice broke on the last word, though, and he stared down at the floor.

“It’s okay if you’re not,” Sirius said gently, scooting over to see him better. “Nightmares are really scary.”

Jules’ breath caught. “I dunno if I can go back to sleep.”

“We can stay up for a bit.”

Remus tipped Jules’ chin up and wiped a stray tear away. “Do you want to make hot cocoa?”

A sniffle. “Yeah.”

“Alright, come on.”

Sirius stood up as well, which seemed to surprise Jules if his lingering look was any indication. He plastered himself to Remus’ side as they walked into the kitchen, then climbed up to sit on the countertop as Remus began collecting ingredients. Sirius dampened a paper towel with warm water and tapped his nose with it to make him smile before handing it over so he could wipe his face.

They worked in silence for a few minutes until the milk steamed and Sirius took three mugs down from the cupboard. Remus leaned on the counter and made sure Jules had taken a few sips of cocoa before he spoke. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jules shook his head, then paused. “The plane crashed.”

“Which plane?”

“Mom and Dad’s.” Tears welled up in his eyes again and Remus reached over to rub his back. “They couldn’t get out.”

He heard Sirius sigh and gathered Jules up in his arms, giving him a little squeeze. “That sounds really scary, buddy.”

“It felt so real.”

“I promise it wasn’t.”

“How do you know?” The hint of a sob hitched in his voice and Remus let go of him for a second to grab his phone off the counter.

“Here.” He unlocked it and tapped the text app, holding it out. “See? I talked to mom this morning when she wished us good luck for the game. They landed safely and have the memorial tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Jules reached out and touched the screen, snuggling against Remus as he nodded. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Do you feel any better?”

“Yeah. Sorry I woke you up.”

“I’m glad you did,” Sirius said over his mug of cocoa. “It’s hard to deal with that alone.”

“Do you want to try to sleep, or should we stay up a little longer?” When Jules stayed silent, Remus wracked his memory for whatever he could remember about dealing with nightmares when they were kids. “We could put the Princess Bride on?”

Jules nodded and slid off the counter, cupping his mug tightly between his hands as the three of them padded into the living room. Hattie jumped on the couch and curled up on top of Jules’ feet with a low, contented rumble. Sirius set up the movie as Remus tucked a blanket around their legs, then joined them on the sofa as the opening credits began.

Fifteen minutes later, Jules was stretched across Remus’ lap with his head on Sirius’ thigh, snoring under his breath. Remus put his arms beneath his knees and shoulders and stood, walking slowly toward the stairs as Sirius turned the movie off and put their cups in the sink. He tucked Jules back in, placed a kiss on his forehead, and left the nightlight on just in case before going back to their bedroom. I was easy to fall asleep after that.

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“Hello? Can you see us?” Remus set the phone up against the toaster.

His mother’s face broke into a wide smile. “There you are! Hi, boys!”

“Hi, mom!” Jules beamed at her, nearly bouncing right out of his chair.

“Where’s Sirius? I don’t see him anywhere.”

“Oh, I’m here.” He stepped into frame, waving shyly as he set the duster down. “Hello.”

“There you are, honey! I was afraid they’d chased you off already,” she teased, making all of them laugh. “How have you been? Has anything exciting happened? We miss you so much.”

“Things have been good,” Remus said, propping the phone up with a spare fork as it began to slide down. “We’ve had so much fun, right, buddy?”

“Yeah! I get to go to practice, and see the games, and we watched Jurassic Park—”

“Of course you did,” his father said with a playful eye roll.

“—and we’re hanging out with Leo and Logan and Finn this afternoon to play board games since practice is in the evening!”

Remus shared a look with Sirius, both of them stifling their laughter at his overwhelming enthusiasm for their weekly routine. “We’ve definitely been busy.”

“We’re so glad you’re having fun.” Lyall smiled. “Grandma Lillian sends her love. We all watched the game yesterday—great job, both of you!”

“Thanks, Dad,” Remus laughed. “Yeah, the season’s looking good.”

“Well, we don’t want to keep you too long,” Hope said. “You’ve got a long day ahead of you and we just wanted to check in. Re, keep sending us updates, and Jules, behave. Sirius, we’ll keep you in our thoughts and prayers.”

“I appreciate it,” Sirius said with a grin.

“Love you!” Lyall added as they waved goodbye.

“Love you, too!” Jules and Remus chorused. The screen went dark a few moments later.

[babygirlizz]

izzie’s favorite movies and tv shows of 2020 (aka the worst year ever)

another year, another movie and tv show review. this year has, to put it simply, sucked. 2020 has been so terribly awful that sometimes the only light you can see are the absolute bangers of movies and tv shows that came out this year. with that being said, some of the movies and tv shows didn't come out in 2020. if the are mentioned in this post it is because they either: had a season come out this year, i found them this year, or they became popular this year.

SPOILERS: it may not come as a surprise but just in case you didn't realize, there will be many spoilers ahead, read at your own risk.

tw // death, suicide, drug use, mild adult language. if any of these things might trigger you, i strongly urge you not to read this post.

there is no specific order of these shows and movies, i'm just writing as they come to mind. if you enjoy any of these movies or tv shows, or if you have any suggestions for me, please let me know!

TV SHOWS

1) Santa Clarita Diet

Okay, so I know this show doesn't have anything to do with 2020. But, I found this show in 2020. I put it off for a while, thinking it wasn't my style of a show, but boy was I wrong. I loved this show. Sheila Hammond (Drew Barrymore) is a normal suburban wife and mom. She is a real estate agent with her husband Joel (Timothy Olyphant). She struggles with the fact that she isn't very adventurous. This all changes when she throws up an insane amount at a house showing. She then finds herself craving adventure, and craving human flesh. Yeah, she's a zombie. Not only is this show super hilarious, but it also shows the growth that they have with their characters and their family. I'm also team Abby (Liv Hewson) and Eric (Skyler Gisondo).

2) Outer Banks

So, I'm from NC. And, watching this show at first bothered me because I can very obviously tell this show isn't actually filmed in the obx, and the geography isn't exact, but once I got past that, I loved it. John B (Chase Stokes) is a teenager that lives in the poor side of the outer banks. He has a friend group called the Pogues which consists of JJ (Rudy Pankow), Pope (Jonathan Daviss), and Kie (Madison Bailey). They absolutely hate the Kooks, which are the rich kids. A while after John B's dad gets lost at sea, presumed dead, the group finds some evidence that may solve the mystery, and make them rich. In the process, John B falls in love with a Kook names Sarah (Madelyn Cline) whose father Ward (Charles Esten) may have a little more to do with the mystery than he let on. Through friendship, murder, and secrets, the gang may just figure out what happened to John B's dad.

3) Love, Victor

Alright. I loved loved loved Love, Simon. I also really loved the book "Simon vs. the Homosapien Agenda." So, when I heard about this show, I was so excited. Victor (Michael Cimino) is a teenage boy that moved to Creekwood with his family. He meets Felix (Anthony Turpel) who lives in his building. He also meets Mia (Rachel Hilson) and they begin dating. But, he also meets Benji (George Sear). While trying to get used to a new school, new friends, and a new relationship, Victor finds himself questioning his sexuality. With the help of Simon (Nick Robinson) and his friends, Victor finds it in himself to finally come out, and he admits his feelings, for Benji. This is such a good show, but I was so upset when season 1 ended on a cliff-hanger.

4) The Haunting of Bly Manor

The sequel to The Haunting of Hill House. Now listen, haunting of hill house was an absolute banger. When I saw that Bly came out I nearly died. I was so excited. But, I was alone in my apartment and also a lil bitch. So, I had to wait a week until I was home with my family to watch it. Now, I was so excited to be scared, and there were a few jump scares and ominous moments, but this season was more centered around the story line of Dani Clayton (Victoria Pedretti) and her new life in a foreign country. When seeing an ad for a live in job as an au pair. When she gets there, she meets the two young children she’ll be looking out for and the other workers of the house, including the gardener, Jamie (Amelia Eve). Throughout her stay at Bly she begins to notice weird behaviors from both children and by the end of the series she sacrifices herself for the children. Sadly, this story is being told by Jamie who Dani had fallen in love with during her stay at Bly. Now I was somewhat upset about the lack of horror, but was still very intrigued and drawn in by this series.

5) Julie and the Phantoms

Alright, at first I was not gonna watch this show. I thought it looked a little too young and childish for me, but everyone was talking about it on twitter so I had to. I. Love. This. Show. This show centers around Julie (Madison Reyes). Julie is a teenage girl who, sadly, lost her mother. The one major thing she shared with her mom, was their love for music. Since her mothers passing, she gave up music. This is until, dead musicians from the 90′s show up in her garage. Luke (Charlie Gillespie), Alex (Owen Joyner), and Reggie (Jeremy Shada) all tragically passed away in the 90′s after eating bad street hotdogs. When Julie finds their CD in her garage, she decides to play it and they come back in ghost form. But, only she can see them. With their help, she finds her confidence to play music again. Also, she has to find away for them to stay because they’re slowly disappearing. 

6) Derry Girls

Bitch. I love this show. And yeah it didn’t come out in 2020. Shut up. I found this show recently after watching the cast on the holiday special of the Great British Baking Show. I loved the actors so I had to watch the show. This show focuses on Erin (Saoirse-Monica Jackson) a 16 year old girl that lives in Derry, Northern Ireland in the 90′s. Alongside her is her cousin Orla (Louisa Harland), her two friends Clare (Nicola Coughlan) and Michelle (Jamie-Lee O’Donnell), and Michelle’s English cousin James (Dylan Llewellyn). During these years, a lot of people in Ireland struggled, especially because it was during wartime. Even thought this show isn’t focused heavily around the war, it’s amazing to see these teens live a fulfilling life while struggling with the state of their country, and the lack of money that their families have. 

7) Elite

HA. This show did have a season in 2020 so leave me alone. But bro, I love this show. At first, I didn’t watch it because I thought I could only watch the dubbed version in English, which I hate. I hate dubbed shows they look so weird. But, once I found out I could watch this show in Spanish, I fell in love. But, sadly, theres too damn much to talk about in one little post. It’s crazy. But basically it just follows the lives of teens in high school that are trying to survive. And no, not in the “I’m surviving high school,” sense. No, people be getting murdered. 

MOVIES (tbh i didn’t find a lot of movies good this year lmk which movies u liked this year and maybe i’ll like them!)

1) All the Bright Places

After the death of her sister, Violet (Elle Fanning) is devastated. She closes herself off, and has her parents get her out of doing school work that involves working with others. But, as time goes on, they realize she may need to start to move on. Violet then meets Finch (Justice Smith) who is enamored by Violet. He suggests they do a project together. While finding and visiting some of the smallest wonders of their state, they begin to fall for each other. While you are focusing on Violet and her mental health, you tend to miss some of the signs that Finch’s mental health isn’t great either, but by the time you do, it could be too late. 

2) Dangerous Lies

Hmm. This was weird for me. I had only ever seen Camila Mendes in Riverdale, and honestly, not a fan. So, Katie (Camila Mendes) and her husband Adam (Jessie T. Usher) are struggling with money. Katie decides to take a job working for an elderly man, and eventually gets her husband hired there as well. Unfortunately, he dies, but for some odd reason, leaves the house and all of his fortune, to Katie. As they get comfortable in the house, they begin to uncover some very weird and dangerous lies. 

3) The Devil All the Time

Ok. Iconic. You got so many hot men in this movie. Bill Skarsgård, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Robert Pattinson. C’mon now. That’s crazy. But, this story is so long and in depth that I wouldn’t even know where to begin. This movie is a bit disturbing. It involves murder, sexual assault, killing of animals, and so much more so if that’s an issue for you please do not watch this movie. It was also quite long, but it was still good.

4) After We Collided

Okay just listen. I was that teenager. I read wattpad stories and was, embarrassingly, addicted to After. This was not a great movie per say, but it was After. This is a sequel to the movie After. This movie centers around Tessa (Josephine Langford) and her recovery after her breakup with Hardin (Hero Fiennes Tiffin). Theres sex, alcohol, bad acting. The whole nine-yards. But c’mon, they’re so cute together.

5) To All the Boys p.s. I Still Love You

Okay it was a good movie. I enjoyed it. This movie focuses on Lara Jean (Lana Condor) and her boyfriend Peter (Noah Centineo) and their relationship post the first movie. But of course relationships aren’t super steady, and John Ambrose McClaren (Jordan Fisher) shows up. Yeah, John Ambrose, from her letter. They become closer and Lara Jean has to decide who she wants to be with. Spoiler, it’s Peter. BOOOOOOO justice for John Ambrose McClaren, he deserved better. 

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Midoriya Comfort HCs

Pairing: Midoriya (Deku) x reader

Warnings: Mentions/the concept/symptoms of depression, otherwise none

Request: Hi, sugar! i just wanted to tell you how much i adore your fics. everything about them is truly outstanding, from your choice of words to the ideas you come up with. might i add, your ability to write the characters so well and immerse someone in the story are amazing and i hope that you’re very proud of what you’ve brought to the fandom! you’re one of my favourite writers on here! would it be possible for you to write comfort hcs for izuku w/ a reader who’s a victim of depression, or even if you aren’t comfortable with that, just for bad days? i’ve been feeling a lot worse than usual and it’s all crumbled for me, so i’m just seeking comfort from my best boy. - anon neo 

A/N: I’m sobbing??? I’m one of your favorites??! This is literally some of the nicest stuff anyone has ever said to me?? Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! I’m so glad people actually like this stuff I make! 

And I’m always chill with doing anxious or depressed reader, since it’s something I (sadly) relate to myself and therefore feel pretty comfortable portraying it the best I can. I tried to get these out and done as fast as I could, but I hope you’re feeling better! 

I promise you, you can get through this. I believe in you. If you ever need to chat, I'm always open (this goes for everyone). I really enjoyed writing these and loved your request. No worries, I got you!

Anyway, I hope you and everyone else likes them (as always)! Thanks again so much for your kind words, they really keep me going <3

Love you!

-Sugar

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Ever since you started dating, Izuku pays a lot of attention to you and how you’re feeling, whether he’s subtle about it or not

So when you start spiraling into a bad place, he’ll notice pretty quickly

He’ll immediately ask you what’s wrong, remembering and still regretting the choices he’d made when he knew something was up with Iida

He’s a little sad when you explain you have depression, but he won’t be swayed. Far from it. This boy is determined to be the best boyfriend he can be for you, no matter what!

He’ll do some research before making too many moves. The idea of the big sad isn’t completely foreign to him, but he wants to make sure he’s doing everything right

Izuku would go over all the little notes he’d taken on you, making a habit of jotting down anything you like

Once he’s made a bit of a plan for himself and gathered everything up, you can expect a Deku-bomb of everything you like and it’s all just for you!

You like food? He’ll buy you your favorites and treat you with them when he storms your room. Into more outdoorsy or sporty activities? He’ll gently ask you if you’re up for getting outside and doing them. He’ll even invite your friends! You like books? He’ll pick up that novel you’ve been eyeing since it came out. The list goes on. He’d do anything to bring a smile to your face

So anyway, as I said, he’d storm your room with everything he could find that he thought might help, ready to dedicate the entire afternoon and evening to you

He’d ask if there was anything you needed to talk about. He’s really good at listening if you decide there is something you need to rant about. He’s not too bad with advice either!

If you decide not to talk about it, or maybe there’s nothing to talk about and you just feel a little blah, he’ll take out whatever lil’ something he got you

At this point, he’d do whatever you want to do, whether it’s playing a video game or going out for a walk or watching your favorite movie

And whenever you want, Izuku is always down to cuddle (hehehe my favorite part!)

He’ll scour both his and your rooms to find every blanket he can, coming back to wrap you up into a little fuzzy burrito

He’ll pull you into bed and spoon you, but not before pressing kisses over every available surface of your face and the top of your head

He’ll hug you into him from behind, draping a leg over you and resting his head above yours. This is also a good time to do any kind of ranting or talking, and if you ever feel the need to cry, you’re more than able to!

If you cry tho, Izuku might cry too. He’s very in touch with his emotions and seeing you cry will never fail to make him tear up too. That’s just the kind of person he is

He’ll remind you of how much he loves you and murmurs words of support and encouragement in your ear. There is hope for the future, and things won’t always be like this. He’s not afraid to start listing everything he loves about you, and trust me when I say this, he could go on and on. He has notes. He thinks about this every day

Whenever you get too hot in your burrito blanket, you can always climb out. But now this means that all your kissable surfaces are exposed!

If all his efforts to make you smile before had failed, this is the last straw. 

He’ll start a tickle war, pulling you back in to kiss you anywhere he can reach; your cheeks, your neck, your belly. There’s nothing suggestive behind it, he just wants you to know how loved you are by him

Once you’re done, he’ll let you nuzzle back into him for some much needed sleep. He’s spending the night with you, and there really isn’t much you can do about that

Even after your evening together is over, he won’t stop checking in on you to make sure you’re okay. He’ll do cuddle sessions, movie nights, walks in the park, anything, any time, as long as he knows he’s making a difference in making you feel better, even if it’s just a little

He’ll check in to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. You best be sure you’re eating your meals and drinking plenty of water. He’ll even bring you some if you’re not up for leaving your room

Guilty of never getting enough sleep? He’ll poke his head in to see if you’re still awake, and if you are, he’ll gladly tug you into bed and hold you until you’ve slipped off to the feeling of his hands running through your hair

Get too much sleep? He’ll make sure to invite you to things he’s doing to get you out of the house, or even take you on dates with just the two of you to keep you active and occupied

I know that I’m guilty of not showering when I hit a slump, so he’ll make sure to remind you to do that (if ya need it. no shame). He’d even make sure you were changing out and washing your clothes and sheets, happy to help you if you’re not up for it

If you need help picking up your room or washing dishes and the like, he’s prepped to help you there too. Better make sure you’re changing your clothes too, now. AT LEAST HAVE DAY PAJAMAS AND NIGHT PAJAMAS I--

My depression tends to come in waves (or as I like to call them; Sad Bitch Hours™), so if that’s the case for you, he’ll help you until you feel better and a little more like yourself again 

Izuku will never leave your side no matter what because that’s just how much he loves you. He has faith in you that you are strong enough to fight the issues and the hurt and the pain plaguing you, and by all means he will support you until the worst is over

A/N: Every time I write one of these, I feel like I’m doing one of those “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie--” books, except this one is more like “If (Y/N) Has Depression--”

Again, I truly hope that this can be some help for people who are struggling. I know that I am little more than an internet hermit, literally writing this in the darkness of my bedroom at 2 AM, but if I can bring even a touch of happiness, then my purpose will be fulfilled. I believe wholeheartedly that you can get through whatever may be going on in your life. In these past few years, I've been through a lot myself, but with a determined mindset and some professional help, I can say that I am doing so much better than I was.

Remember that you can't compare your progress to others. Healing takes time and patience and love, and simply remembering to be kind to yourself is the first step to steady recovery. I want you to know that I believe in you and that you matter. You matter so so so much. Every day, you change the world. There are people who love you (if you can't think of anyone, I'm here! Izuku loves you too, along with any other F/Os you may hold). I don't want to get too into this, but just remember that my inbox and DMs are always open. I'm not going to claim to be some sort of licensed therapist or mental health prodigy, but I'm a good listener and sometimes might offer decent advice. If you ever need a friend, I will be here to talk or rant to, and it would make me happy to see if someone reached out. You're not a burden, and your feelings are real and deserve to be confronted. No matter where you are in your journey, you're valid.

Sorry if this was a bit long, but I just wanted to say that you're important and people do care about you.

I wish you well and beautiful mornings,

-Sugar

Taglist: @basicaegyo​ @iiminibattlehero​ @pyrofanatic​​ @sokkasangel​ @xoxopam4​​

[bisexualoftheblade-old]

how many wips do you have? like what are they all, and not the number of wips in a fandom? what are all the names?

okay. fuck you. fuck you so much. fuck you.

i’m putting this under a read more cut no one else deserves to see this shit. a lot of these are requests, and for those i will just write out the request itself

Shadowhunters:

domestic polycule fluff with tem, jessa, and will because im not a coward

Supernatural

- hehe hoho i request destiel hehehe

- request 61/? cai cai cai cai i need you to rewrite the destiel scene but yk. GOOD. not like i'm in the know about the spn fandom or anything, it's been years for me. but DO IT

Bright Sessions

- caleb/adam grisha AU

- mark bryant vs. united states aka sue the AM

- caleb/adam college fluff

Umbrella Acaademy

- request 31/? i want a ben and klaus drabble please spare me some brotherly bickering

- AND SO BEGINS NIGHT 4 with request 13/? oooh oooh can i get a raymond and allison playlist??? i think their vibes together would SLAP

- hi there night 2 is technically morning 3 but who's counting not me anyway request 5/? can i get a ben moodboard? gotta rep my tua bb

Percy Jackson

- request 9/? can i get a percabeth moodboard or quote edit?? like god they're the og couple goals take me back to high school cai

- For the 100 follower things :D Jercy getting caught in the rain

- request 29/? a drabble about literally anything to do with pjo. i’ll be happy with anyone and anything i’m love these children

- *somersaults in like I’m a real fancy acrobat* hello ello ello may I request some camp half blood chaos possible involving *does a flip* ✨side characters✨ <3

Penumbra Podcast 

- request 52/? drabble about the penumbra podcast. this is for ren bc ren likes it and i don't actually know anything about it. juno? i think? that's the one ren likes. write it for ren

- Tpp ghost hunting / buzzfeed unsolved au

- sad juno smut

- final resting place fic go brrrr

Marvel

- request 6/? i'm going to my roots y'all can i get a spider-man playlist? if not a playlist then i'd honestly be happy with literally anything involving spider-man

- request 15/? i'm going crazy this is recorded evidence of me actually losing it ANYWAY can i get a quote edit for something from iron man? literally anything that man says is gold so cai's choice :D he deserved better in endgame i'm still bitter

- request 42/? do another spidey thing that differs from the other spidey thing

- request 73/? you have Opinions. rant about infinity way and/or endgame. go.

- request 74/? quote edit for deadpool!!

- spideytorch relationship character study

- peter parker as a tired grad student monitoring the young avengers (send help)

Six of Crows

- okay listen i wasn't going to request anything bc i worry about you but also? if you want to/have the time hit me with a playlist for our girl nina zenik

- request 43/? fuckin give me the ending anya should have had. she is alive and with her new son and having a great time

- request 45/? inej moodboard?

- request 47/? will you make literally any meme of your choosing for six of crows?

- request 48/? write a drabble for kaz, my favorite bastard

- okay so i don't actually like nina or mattias that much but i still wanna hear about your thoughts (and also see if you'll change my mind)

- kaz brekker turning 18 fic. birthday party, everyone singing, whole shebang. i need it stat

- religious trauma fic aka i started shipping kaz/alina/inej and i can’t stop

- kaz trauma soup (he has D.I.D. and you can’t prove me wrong)

- my two redacted fics for @grishaversebigbang​

- wesper fake dating

- six of crows bright sessions crossover: everyone gets therapy

TMA

- uhh... s1 gang having a nice time? melanie getting to have some Pride™️? some "fun" horror thing?

- request 7/? spare steph and jason bonding? please sir? spare some for a humble child such as myself?

- okay so this was meant for night 3 but i had midterm shit SO this is honorary night 3 let's DO THIS request 8/? i want a moodboard of extremely out of context magnus archives shit like i mean confuse the FUCK out of me i don't go here i know Nothing about it

- request 11/? OKAY so i need tim stoker meeting tim drake now i need my timmy to meet your tim plus i want to see character differences no i'm not trying to create a tim stoker in my head so i can read a's fic while NOT thinking of tim drake whaaaaaat you're crazy

- request 18(i think)/? i need a quote edit of every time within the first like. 15 eps of tam where jon is like “sounds fake but go off” thank u bb

- request 40/? i challenge you to write a tma drabble based only on the episodes i've heard. i'm currently halfway through episode 23

- Jon being lovingly bullied into taking a break. I'm aware this has been written a million times but it is one of my favorite things.

- spiral!sasha AU

- extinction martin go brrrrr

- high school era timsasha. they've both been friends for years, and everyone always asks when they will be a couple. they decide to fake date, to prove everyone wrong and show what a bad couple they would be. turns out that's a bit trickier than they thought

- after sasha comes back, tim is broken. he can't let go, scared that if he looks away for even a minute he'll lose her again. sasha suggests shibari as a way for him to give up control

- sasha pov mag 19 au, sacrificing herself to save the others, knows that if she gives herself up to the not!them it will let the others live

- this is the "tim finds a polaroid of sasha" trope

- early archives days,, long nights in research,,, clothes sharing,, somft. late nights and falling asleep at their desks warm and safe in the other's presence

- two parts: timsasha as kids, each picking a constellation that is "theirs". just soft kid antics. tim at sasha's grave glancing up to see their constellations

- continuing your job’s a joke (you’re broke)

DC Comics

- TIMSTEPH HADESTOWN AU,,,

- my redacted fic for @batfam-big-bang​

- request for you to get a decent amount of sleep? serious answer, dickkori, SAL's Venus

- request 4/? timsteph morning after 👀 mayhaps?

- a concept: nonbinary stephanie brown

- teehee hi mom, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but can i request damian angst for your accomplishments 100 followers?

- hi you can ignore my first request if you want, or you can ignore this one. but bls possibly write some bikini ra’s? -the bikini bitch

- request 27/? jay is asking through me for a jondami playlist but tbh i also want it so win win yk?

- "I don't know how to help you but I can help you find someone who does" with bruce and jason? im just craving bruce being a good day to jason for once

- “I am putting you in time out because you need to understand the consequences of your actions.” with steph and jason as dumbass disaster bi best friends pretty please?

- request 32/? timsteph patrol date!!!

- request 33/? timsteph *gala* date? mayhaps??

- request 37/? tim drake drabble but make it Edgy cai

- request 39/? drabble of a prank war between tim and damian

- joyfire cuddly fluff please? or like just any outlaw fluff if joyfire isnt your thing (feel free to add every member of the outlaws, dont feel like u gotta stick with jason, kori, roy i love them all)

- barbara and robin! jason fluff? bonding over books or something?

- request 62/? i need a drabble about the chaotic trio jason, tim, and steph i'm love them ty

- request 63/? batfam x mcu crossover. batfam meets ironfam. give me ALL the cliches. ALL OF THEM

- request 64/? young justice x young avengers - jay cuz idk SHIT about the young avengers

- request 66/? jondami moodboard pls and ty

- request 67/? timsteph moodboard!!!!!!

- request 69/? HEHEHE kinky 😏 i would v much like a timsteph drabble of the almost first time. does that make sense? like i don't want you to go all the way NSFW cuz i know that's against the rules and i'm a rule follower. but like they *almost* go all the way. this could be fade to black or some shit i don't care just make it a lil steamy and have Fun

- i request damian angst! all of it

- hmm... maybe i request? jondami?

- mayhaps,,,,some batfam,,,,,committing crimes? ily be gay do crime <3 - lu

- How about a ficlet with Steph and Cass?

Found Family Bingo Prompts

- no powers au

- tunnel

- first day

- join the club

- hurt/comfort

- experiment

- playing favorites

- hold on

- possession

- 10 o’clock

- singing

- road

- snitch

- curfew

- timer

- fantasy au

- zombie au

- dreams

- campfire

- are you okay

- movie night

- games

- scared

Miscellaneous

- a request: Write A Drabble, Coward

- is it too late to request a moodboard for me?

- request 20/? i’m going off book because i’m in a Chaotic Mood™️ can you just absolutely vibe check me like go off cai demolish me

- request 21/? i formally request that you pick a favorite cai. i don’t care what that favorite pertains to, just pick a favorite something

- request 23/? roast me

- request 24/? can i have a buzzfeed unsolved spoopy playlist but spoiler alert it’s not spoopy bc shane doesn’t believe does this make sense it has been a Day™️

- request 25/50 i want a jake and amy fic make it Soft cai i’m love them b99 is so good

- request 28/? i know nothing about the lord of the rings so make something that will confuse the shit out of me

- request 34/? malvie and jaylos moodboards 😈

- request 35/? a moodboard for the bbb mods!! perceive all of us!!!

- request 36/? moodboard for the tua mods too???? mayhaps??

- request 41/? doctor WHO? idk but i want a drabble of him and the one character i know from doctor who which is rose

- request 46/? make an alignment meme with our group, have fun!!!

- request 49/? i want you to kin assign me a character from every fandom you can/want to. go feral

- request 50!!!!/? this is a special request. the most special request. can you make a bastards tbh playlist? i want our vibes encapsulated. i want us in music form. i want to hear those songs and be like "that's me and cai" and smile.

- requests 51/? i know jack shit about good omens. explain it to me in the most confusing way possible. make me know less by the end than i know now

- request 53/? can you write a mel aesthetic? i'm Curious

- request 54/? give me a list of book recs cai i want some good book recs pls

- request 56/? edit a picture of US together too

- request 58/? oooh can i have a disney edit? like. hm. i just really love disney and i want anything to do with disney. like a quote or an aesthetic or an aesthetic edit i just want disney.

- request 59/? i would v much like a recipe for carbonara. i've never had it but it sounds fucking delicious

- request 60/? ooh hey can i get a makeup tutorial? i know you like makeup, i'm shit at doing makeup. teach me

- request 65/? i need the most emo playlist you can make that vibes with dear evan hansen thank you

- request 68/? i want a superwholock moodboard. this can be serious, with the actual fandoms in mind, or literally what the era felt like. the insanity. the horror.

- request 70/? ooh ooh ooh do you have a good bread recipe?? i wanna get that bread

- request 71/? i want a playlist with the vibes of summoning a demon. please don't ask questions. i don't have answers. and if i do, no i don't.

- For the requests, how about writing something based on a friend?

- request 75/? MMMM i want literally anything to do with natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812

- request 76/? i want some healthy recipes. help a girl out

- a feral bbb quote or two?

- you perceive my plant but now I dare thee to perceive mine own visage

- okay this is a two for one request. 1. you did the bee movie script so now we need a shrek two script edit 2. sleep please

- Pansexual mb for my lil queer soul?

- my (probably) final request is just for you to ramble about something, i don't really care what

- HI ILY CONGRATS AS WELL CAUSE IM LATE BUT CONGRATS. could i request a pirates of the caribbean (or just pirates) or whatever you what to do, free range.

- mood board for the beluga whales who got brought to the animal sanctuary in Iceland please?

- 100 follower request: Moodboard for my stuffed cow Oaky?

[no-droids]

DOVE HAS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING MURDERED ME FUCK YOU WRITE OBI SO GOOD IT WAS PERFECT FROM START TO FINISH PART 3????? HEADCANONS ON WHAT THEY GET INTO OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS??? ANYTHING

OH YEAH

There are so many ways this could potentially go so as the author I humbly present three options of fics I’ll never write, all of them featuring one very obvious thing I wouldve been forced to acknowledge in a nonexistent part 3 and each one increasing in angst so if you’re a happy person that loves happy endings (LIKE MEEEEEE SO EVEN THE ANGSTY ONES WILL HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS BECAUSE WHY ELSE GO THROUGH ALL THAT MESS) then limit yourself to the first one

((also I am not going to make this sound flowy and coherent because I have not the time for it padawans so you’re gonna have to deal with my bullshit in all its unfiltered bullshit if you want my thoughts because in this house we wing it understand))

Very fluffy, very happy, slightly unrealistic headcanon:

You and Obi-Wan are like little RABBITS after this like not just for the rest of the ritual but the whole trip back, like yall bang it out for like a whole two weeks like nobody’s business and he can’t fucking get enough of you. Both go back to Coruscant, Obi-Wan asks the Council if he can oversee the whole training aspect of the new soldiers before they’re sent out into the war, he’s granted permission because he’s just given the republic the ultimate checkmate against the separatists so nobody’s gonna fuckin say SHIT. Y’all do everything and more that Obi-Wan first offered to you in those fantasies, and it’s hot and dirty and secret sex (IN A GREAT WAY) and you get to make eyes at each other when you pass in the halls and it’s TINGLY and maybe... maybe at some point your signature starts to change just a little bit, even more than when yall first did your thing on s’Ziscari and suddenly WHAT HOLY SHIT YOU PREGNANT???? and normally that would be such a SHOCK and OUTRAGE to have a PREGNANT JEDI IN THE ORDER except what the fuck is the council gonna do about it like? They literally ASKED for this, gave their blessing knowing full damn well that shit was a ritual of fertility and he would have to cum inside you for a week straight, knowing you weren’t on birth control because you’re a Jedi like there’s no reason for it, knowing that you did it to save the entire galaxy like WHAT THE FUCK IS THEY GON DO?? so oopsies BABY TIME BABY and I had that wonderful anon once who graciously informed us all that mundi was granted permission to uh. MARRY AND HAVE CHILDREN due to extenuating circumstances so hell yeah you and Obi-Wan have a lil Jedi family and its great and everything is lovely and either you have a lil kid that has a soft lovely turquoise signature in the force OR you have twins and one of them has green energy and the other has blue the end

Slightly angstier headcanon:

Obi-Wan knows it’s wrong but he still wants it. He fucks you hard those six days and then the entire trip back, but once he goes back to coruscant around all the other jedi he starts bouncing back and forth between hot and cold because HE can’t handle it. But he still requests to stay on Coruscant because secretly he knows he won’t be able to resist you for long and then oop y’all got that force connection thingie so you know exactly what he’s thinking, you know how much he wants it and how much he’s still struggling with it and so you become a lil minx that continues to seduce him constantly, you start masturbating when you know he can hear you and thinking of very sexy kinky things that starts to drive obi-wan just a lil bit crazy in the head, but he’s STRONG and he got years of experience resisting his feelings for you. But then WHOOPS PREGNANT so that baby bump very quickly brings y’all back together because Obi never imagined he’d be a father, but then the council isn’t as cool this time about it and the only offer they present is that you have the baby quietly and the baby will join the academy as a youngling and y’all can’t ever tell them you’re their parents because it creates attachments. So you’re devastated but you understand and Obi-Wan gives you that non husband husband dick to make you both feel better and then you both grow old together, secretly in love and you get to watch your lil youngling grow into a excellent little jedi from afar and it’s kinda sad but at the same time it’s fitting for the setting so don’t come at me

ANGSTY HEADCANON:

Obi-Wan loses himself in the ritual for the rest of the six days but as soon as it’s over and done with, he realizes the gravity of what he just did and how Dark he allowed himself to become, and he FREAKS and turns away from his feelings because it’s what he’s been trained to do his entire life and he avoids your ass like the fucking corona even though y’all still have a permanent connection thingie in the force and he can feel your HURT but here’s the thing that’s just MORE DARKNESS, more of why he never wanted to do this to begin with and he can’t get alleviate that darkness without also giving into it so FUCK he just goes back to fighting and leaves you, just like you feared he would. And then suddenly OOPS PREGGO but without obi-wan there to stand up for the sacrifices you made, you get banished from the order and WHAT THE FUCK EVERYTHING BAD IS HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE and obi-wan can feel something through the force from across the universe (stolen, credit: The Beatles) and he STRUGGLES BITCH EVERY DAY HE STRUGGLES WITH THIS SHIT but then AHHHHHHH!! PALPATINE SCREECH because oh fuck that’s some good darkness right there mhm and the s’Ziscari just threw a wrench into everything so palpatine panics and uses everything that’s happening to TURN YOU SITH DUN DUN DUNNNNNN (if you’re reading this far I’m assuming you’re wondering why palpatine wasn’t ever mentioned in any of the other potential headcanons and theres a great reason for that tbh it’s because I’m an asshole author and I reserve the right to choose whatever storyline fits my whims at the time) BUT ANYWAYS so you go full on dark side baby and it’s sexy as fuck you got them slightly yellow eyes but before you can get too deep into it, obi-wan can feel that shit in the force and HE DROPS EVERYTHIGN TO GET YOU BACK BABY DONT FRET. he makes some big gesture idk and you forgive him and balance his light with your darkness again and he leaves the order for you and you both become grey jedi with a family with no affiliation to the order and live happily ever after the end

Anyways. feel free to ignore all of those and come up with your own ending instead! this is just me suggesting possibilities

[samcrobae]

Nanny, Part 5

gif credit: @ada-carisi

I’m adding my second and final update for today. I most likely won’t be able to update tonight but I will be working on part 6 to have up by tomorrow night. I’m writing and posting as I have the ideas fresh in my mind otherwise I fear I will lose my drive again.

Thank you SOOOOOOO much for all of the feedback, thoughts, comments, suggestions I have gotten on this, honestly, y’all got a bitch hype as shiiiiit! I love you ! 💕

Anyway, a lil more filth to fill your Angel needs, it deff took my mind places 😈 . As always, if you’d like to be added to the tag list, let ya girl know!

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You had packed plenty of snacks, water, and Natalie’s juice for the beach. You had spent most of the day there and she was getting exhausted. She was sat on Angels lap on the beach towel drinking her water when she started fidgeting.

“What’s the matter amor, you’re getting tired huh?” He shifted her in his arms so that she was resting her head back on his chest when she just started whining. You were laid out on the towel and all she wanted was you.

She had her tiny arms outstretched towards you and continued to whine. “It’s okay princesa dsddys here.”she continued to squirm in his arms and reach for you.

“Mama! Mamaaaaaa!” She screeched. Everyone stopped and looked at Angel, then back at you, then at Natalie. You shot up and looked at Angel, a look of defeat flashed across his face and then he flashed you an apologetic look. You reached your arms out and took her.

“It’s okay, here let’s go lay down.” You glanced around Angel. “Hey do you mind just throwing all this back in the bag? I’m gonna just put her down, she’s exhausted from being out in the sun all day.”

Everyone watched as you carried her back inside. Angel was a mix of emotions. On one hand , he knew you weren’t Natalie’s mom, but that girl knew no different. You cared for her, for her dad, those around you. You were gentle and patient and kind. You loved her. She loved you. Angel also knew that you didn’t ask for the baggage of acting as someone’s mom, but at the same time if there was any possibility of you being part of Angels life in more ways than just his nanny, this is what it was.

Coco sat next to Angel. “You good hermano? That was pretty intense.”

“I don’t know man.” Angel began packing up Natalie’s stuff and headed back to the house. He walked in just as you were putting Natalie on the bed, she was out cold.

“Poor thing, she’s so tired,” you said as you placed a light sheet over her.

Angel walked up to you and pulled you in for a tight hug, burying his face in your hair, before kissing your head. You ran your hands down his back.

“I can’t pretend that just didn’t happen Y/N. I’m sorry. You know she’s little she doesn’t really know the difference. She just loves you. I mean we all do.”

“No, Angel it’s okay. Really, I know. You know, I love her too. I spend so much time with her I don’t really see her as just a kid I watch. And you know, I like you. I like you a lot. And I know that whatever we decide, if we decide to take things further, that she’s a part of your life. I’m fully aware of that.”

Angel let out the breath he had been holding. “Yeah? I mean, you sure? That’s a big deal querida.”

You looked up at him, “well yeah, I mean we would figure it out, but I’m up for it.”

He leaned down and kissed you, “come on, let’s go wash this sand off. If you behave, I might even let you have sex with me in the shower.”

Shower sex with Angel was nothing short of amazing. Careful to keep quiet since you were both in a house full of people, he had you bent over, hands against the wall as he slammed into you, occasionally reaching around to squeeze your nipples as you bit your lip in ecstasy.

After your shower, you dressed and headed downstairs. All eyes were on the both of you as your hairs were visibly wet. “Have a nice shower?” Letty asked, a smirk on her face.

Angel squinted his eyes, “aren’t you like, 12? Don’t worry about grown people business.”

“Alright hey I ordered pizzas so whose gonna get the alcohol? This has been nice but I need a drink.” Coco shouted.

Angel and EZ volunteered to go on a liquor run, Angel texting you when he left.

-“You want anything special? Wine? Truly? Anything?”

-“nope, whatever you get is fine with me.”

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You were 3 drinks and 4 tequila shots into the night and felt good. You hadn’t been drunk around Angel before but he was loving watching you let your hair down and have fun. You had put Natalie bed earlier in the night and now you were dancing to the music Coco hooked up the speaker.

You could get used to this, the people, the vibe, the family. Angel wasn’t drunk, but he was a little buzzed, mostly just taking you in.

“So what’s the deal there kid? You guys together?” Bishop asked and took a drink of his beer.

Angel chuckled, “I don’t know boss, we haven’t figured it out yet. I like her though. I really do. “

Bishop nodded in agreement and pat Angel on the shoulder, “I know, we all know. She’s a good fit for you. Good fit with the club. You gotta make a choice to keep her in the dark or tell her everything though you know that. That might scare her.”

Angel nodded his head, “yeah man. I know.”

Just then you made your way over to the two Mayans. “Bishop, sorry to interrupt but quit hogging him!” You took Angels hand, “come dance with me Angel, it’s our last night here... make it a good one.”

He moved off the wall and to the middle of the living room where you danced and laughed the rest of the night through. When the night had died down it was around 3AM, and everyone had went to bed. Angel lie awake in his bed, tossing and turning, trying to quiet his mind but no matter what he did, his thoughts raced back to you. It was almost as if you could hear what he was thinking because he was snapped out of his thoughts by a quiet tap on the door then the knob twisted.

“Y/N? You okay?” He asked, he could hardly make you out but knew it was you from the way you’re footing sounded on the hardwood floor. You climbed into bed with him and he pulled you in close, facing each other. The smell of liquor on your breaths as you talked to one another.

“I like you Angel. I had the biggest crush on you from the day I met you you know that?” You lightly laughed and he kissed your forehead.

“Yeah? That’s funny. Me too.”

You leaned into him and kissed him, his hands roaming your body under the covers and you grinding your body against him, needing to feel him closer. Between the mix of alcohol and pure adrenaline you had felt whenever you were in his presence, you felt incredible. You pushed him back so that you could straddle him, lifting your shirt over your head and his Hands immediately came up to squeeze your breasts. You were grinding yourself into him and you could feel how hard he was under his boxers. You lowered yourself so you could remove them and you lips were so close to his dick that he could feel your breath on it.

You slowly toook him into your mouth, never taking your eyes off him and from this angle, the street lights shown on you perfectly and he swore you looked like a goddess. He took your hair in his hands and lowered you further into him til he hit the back of your throat and held it there for a few seconds before letting you come back up for air. You moved your head up and down and you wanted him to know how badly you had wanted this very moment. It was sloppy and sexy and filthy. He finally pulled your head up by your hair.

“Come here mama, sit on my face, lemme taste you.” You wiped your mouth and he lowered himself further down the bed, allowing you enough room to get on and steady yourself. As soon as he delivered that first lick down your center, you felt your legs shake.

“I wanna hear you querida, let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

He dove back into you like you were the last thing he’d ever taste, and the way he flicked his tongue over your clit had you gripping the headboard for dear life. You moved your hips in unison with his tongue.

“Right there, yeah, right there baby... please keep going...” he sucked on your clit a final time before turning you over onto your stomach, and pulling you flush against him, he slid right inside you with ease, your orgasm nearing.

He pulled you up by the back of your hair and thrust into you, “you fuckin like that? You like the way I’m fuckin you? Tell me mami tell me daddy fucks you good.”

You were barely able to speak, trying to be as quiet as possible so others didn’t hear but obeying Angels orders.

“I said I wanted to hear you, tell me.”

He thrusted into you faster this time, making the headboard smack into the wall at an insane pace.

“I’m fuckin done sneaking around. You’re mine. If I wanna fuck you ima fuck you, tell me how good I fuck you, let them know whose in this.”

“Fuck Angel, you fuck me so good!”

Coco, EZ, Bishop and some of the other Mayan men all came out of their rooms and into the hallway, staring in the direction of Angels room.

“What the fuck...” Bishop groggily muttered.

“I fuckin knew it. That’s a nanny kink right there!” Coco said.

Letty rolled her eyes and pretended to gag. “You’re so gross.”

*******

Angel turned you over and nestled his head in your neck, your nails digging into his back, biting onto his shoulder as he thrust into you some more.

“I’m gonna full you up again, you’re so fuckin dirty, walking around with my cum dripping out of that pussy all day, you want some more?”

“Yes baby, please fill me up again..” you were sure the headboard was going to break from how hard it had been hitting the wall, but in this moment you didn’t care, all you were focused on was how good he felt inside you, the way he stretched you out and you quickly adjusted to his size was almost as if you were made perfectly for each other. His hand came up and intertwined with yours above your head.

“Fuuuuuuck!” He growled as he thrusted into you, coating your walls with his cum. You were both trying to catch your breath and he kept his head in your neck.

“God damn, I think I fuckin love you girl.”

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