#so expect that to come up if i ever get around to making stuff of them actually interacting

[holylulusworld]

Food Container

Summary: You are quirky, kind, and the main deliverer of delicious food.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings: sweet reader, chubby reader, angst, distancing yourself, mentions of low self-esteem, fluff

“Oof.” You huffed while balancing three food containers filled with food at the same time. It’s a surprise for your friends.

Not really. They probably expected you to bring the food they’ll need for the little get-together Yelena and Natasha planned last minute.

Ever since you joined the little group, you became the commander of food, the one always having a snack for the hungry mob. You never let them down. You never failed them, not even once.

“Almost there,” you told yourself. If not for the surprise you planned, you’d ask one of them to help you. Walking toward the backyard, you sighed in relief. In a few moments, you could put the containers down to get the rest.

You stopped short in your tracks, hearing Thor’s loud voice boom through the air. You smirked because he was talking about your food.

“Do you think Y/N will bring food again?” The tall blonde asked. “She has the good stuff.”

“You should watch what you are eating,” his brother snapped at Thor, making you wince. “You got a little pudgy there.” He poked Thor’s belly to prove his point.

“What?” Thor huffed. “The ladies like a little cushion. They don’t mind. I can always lose weight, but you’ll always be a beanpole.”

“Guys, stop fighting before the party begins,” you heard Okoye say. She always was the one keeping the guys in line, and you admired her for her self-confidence. You chuckled because the brothers immediately stopped fighting.

“Man, I hope she doesn’t bring food. It was nice in the beginning, but she’s trying to compensate for her lack in other departments with food.” You gasped. A slap to your face would’ve been less painful. “Sometimes a man wants beer, booze, and a burger. Not a three-course meal.”

“Is anyone else annoyed about her quirkiness?” Steve was next to add another stab to your fragile heart. You always wondered why they invited you over one day and became friends with you.

“She’s always so cheerful and happy,” Clint added, making you wince. “Last time she wanted me to join her baking club only because I showed interest in eating cupcakes.”

He’s right. You’ve been very cheerful since you met them. When you moved to town and bought the little house you call your own, you didn’t have any friends. They made you so happy that you wanted to share the feeling.

Inviting Clint was your way to pay him back for helping fix your pipes. You never meant to annoy him or force him to do something he’ll hate. He told you about his girlfriend’s cravings for cupcakes during pregnancy and how he wishes to have your talent for baking.

How goes the saying? The path to hell is paved with good intentions. You should stop trying to make people happy.

“It’s the same with all the food,” Brock said. “She’s exaggerating all the damn time. Maybe it’s like with short people who are always angry. Chubby people try to be nice to buy your friendship with food and kindness.”

“That’s not fair!” Yelena muttered. Hope bloomed in your chest. At least one of your friends would come to your aid and defend you. “Not all short people are always angry.”

After that, you gave up hope. Even Yelena let you down. She didn’t talk low about you, but she didn’t defend you either. Sometimes doing nothing is worse.

You turned back around and tried to walk back to your car as fast as you could. Opening the trunk of your car, you blinked away the tears threatening to fall. It wasn’t worth crying over unwanted food and attention. You’d do what you did before—make yourself scarce to give them space.

“Y/N!” Right when you tried to enter your car and drive away, Bucky strolled toward you. He cocked his head to look inside your trunk, but you slammed it shut. “You’re early.”

“Uh—I was about to tell everyone I won’t make it this time. My boss called, asking me to help them with an urgent problem. Can you tell everyone I’m sorry?” You lied straight to his face.

Bucky watched you closely for a moment. “Are you sure? You could come around later. We will be waiting for you, Y/N.”

“No…” You cut him off, raising your hand. “I won’t make it.”

“What a bummer,” Bucky said, but you didn’t believe him. Why would you? Everyone just proved that your quirks and personality are unwanted, just like your food. “I was hoping for your infamous food.”

He rubbed his belly, but you tried your best to ignore him. Lies. Little white lies were all he told to make you feel better. You were sure about it.

“Maybe next time,” you said, giving him your best fake smile, something you mastered over the years. “I hope you all have fun…” You opened the door of your car, giving Bucky one last glance. “…without me…”

“Where’s Y/N? I thought she wanted to come around too.” Natasha looked around the garden, frowning deeply. You have never missed a get-together so far. “Has anyone seen her today?”

“I saw her when I arrived. She looked like something was bugging her.” Bucky said, confused about your behavior earlier. “Something seemed off with Y/N today. She said something about her boss calling her. I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“No food for me today,” Thor sighed deeply. He had hoped to get more of your food and maybe the recipe for the tacos you made last time. “That sucks.”

“Oh my, Y/N,” your contact from the homeless shelter was overwhelmed with joy seeing all the food you brought to them today. You’re a regular donor and always try to share with people who are in need. “This is so much, and more than you promised.”

“I made more for possible new arrivals and the volunteers. If it’s too much, you can freeze it. It’ll still taste good if you reheat it,” you murmured, ashamed that you lied to her.

“Everyone will be so happy about the food.” She wrapped you in a hug, an honest reaction to your donation. Madelyn used to be homeless in her early twenties too. She honors kindness and friendliness when facing it. “Thank you.”

“I can help today too,” you smiled through the pain your so-called friends caused. “My plans changed last minute.”

It wasn’t easy to accept that your friends didn’t like you and your quirks at all. After two weeks you decided to stop being overly excited or happy all the time.

You stayed away from them. This way, it wasn’t too hard to not be quirky around your friends or bring food to them. Not that you have been very happy since everyone talked low about you.

Today you decided to go for a little walk. You couldn’t hide from the world forever or wait for another week to shop for groceries.

Lost in your thoughts, you pushed your cart along the aisle, sighing as you ended up in front of one of your friends.

“Hey, babe! There you are!” Yelena smiled as if nothing had happened. “We have missed you. Nat told me you didn’t answer her calls.”

“I was,” you tried to come up with a lie, “very busy. My job kept me busy, and I volunteered at the homeless shelter. You know, sometimes life gets in the way.” Yelena easily bought your lie, and you excused yourself, blaming your job and saying you had to go.

Another few days later, you met Thor. He hugged you and immediately asked about your absence. He told you he’s missing you and your food. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

Thor was the only one talking highly about your food and you. He didn’t do anything wrong. “You will come this weekend. Right?”

“I don’t know yet,” you lied once again. Natasha, Yelena, and Okoye left messages asking you to join them for another get-together this weekend. “I volunteer at the homeless shelter and can’t turn them down. Maybe another time.”

You left, not looking back. It pained you to lie to Thor, but I couldn’t be helped…

Another get-together happened without you around. It didn’t matter any longer. Your friends had more fun without you—you were sure about it. None of them missed you, and no one ever will. You were just the annoying and quirky girl that they invited a few times, nothing else.

“Y/N,” you heard Steve call your name from across the street. He waved at you, but his smile faltered when you dropped your gaze and wrapped your arms around yourself. Steve crossed the street to talk to you, but you already tried to find a way to dismiss him. “How have you been? We missed you at the party last weekend.”

“I was busy,” you murmured, barely meeting his eyes. Steve frowned, seeing how nervous and uncertain you looked in his presence.

“Y/N, is something wrong?” You were about to answer when Clint joined the two of you.

“Y/N…hey!” He grinned, holding out his hand. “Good to see you. The gang has missed you.”

“I was about to tell Steve that I must go.” You slowly became better at lying. “You two have a good day.” You went away before one of them could say another word.

“What was that?” Clint asked, confused about your dismissive behavior. “That was so unlike her.”

“Yeah…odd,” Steve watched you walk away, a frown coloring his features. “Do you think she…heard what we said the other day?”

“We were just joking around…” Clint tried to defend the things he said about you. “I mean…uh…we all make fun of each other all the damn time. I call Loki "beanpole" and Thor "chubby Steve." I call Brock the rum guy because he can’t digest rum. Bucky is only the grump with an odd thumb because he once hit his thumb with a hammer. I’m a jokester.”

“Right….” Steve was not too sure about the jokes they made anymore. You’ve changed, and this must’ve had something to do with what they said. “I’m not sure Y/N likes being made fun of…”

“Okay. Let me get this straight.” Bucky cocked his head to look at the, in his opinion, guilty bastards chasing you away. “You complained about her food, happiness, and that she’s always kind?”

He looked at his friends, eyes narrowed while clenching and unclenching his fists. “Guys, she’s the nicest person ever. Y/N never judged one of you or raised her voice. She’s a hell of a cook and doesn’t have to be nice only because she has a nice ass.” He hummed, memorizing your ass.

“Bucky, you’re drooling,” Steve tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but Bucky didn’t let him.

“No, punk,” he was in Steve’s face, breathing hard. “You fucked up big time! All of you!” Bucky panted heavily. “Hopefully I can make things up to her.”

Bucky stormed off, cursing his friends under his breath…

“Hello, sweet lady,” Bucky stood in front of your door, two paper bags filled with groceries in his arms. “You offered to teach me how to cook some weeks ago. I came here unannounced because you wouldn’t call me back.”

“Bucky, I,” you sighed and averted your gaze. “I don’t think you want me to teach you how to cook. I know that I’m annoying and quirky. You don’t have to pretend any longer.”

“Doll!” He quickly put the groceries down to place his hands on your shoulders. “I would never lie to you or pretend to be your friend. I know the others fucked up big time with their big mouths and nothing in their brains.”

You giggled at that. “Bucky…”

“No, no…” He said. “Let me get this out first. They are idiots who talk shit most of the time, but they are sorry. We are used to talking trash about each other, even if some of us are not around. You didn’t know it then and believed we did not like you. We truly do and hope you’ll come back to us.”

He leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “You can like me more because I gave it to them good, doll.” Bucky grinned when you smiled back at him. “Right, you like Bucky more.”

“Fine, come in. We can cook together if you have time.” You opened the door wider, walking with it to let Bucky in.

“I knew you liked me better.” He kissed your cheek before entering your apartment. “Let me cook for you, doll, and later, I’ll kick their butts for you…”

[kellykadesperate]

how about 84 for the prompt thingy? 😊

“Do you really think I hate you that much?”

Robert has a bloody nose. Aaron has tissue from the Woolpack gents and he stands in the pub garden ready to hand it over when Robert looks up at him with this confused bewildered expression on his face.

“The last thing I need is your pity.” Robert spits the words out.

Aaron can’t help but think that he deserves them. He sat and watched Robert square up to three lads in the pub who were after trouble. He didn’t intervene. He didn’t do or say anything until Robert was on the floor and it felt like the world was slowly ending. 

There’s a difference between knowing Robert has been hurt, seeing the aftermath all over his face and then actually witnessing it.

Robert looks down at Aaron’s knuckles. They’re bloody. Aaron tries to hide them a little. Aaron threw his weight around a little after Robert wandered off, he punched out until the lads were being chucked out anyway. John will be all over the injury, he just knows it.

“It’s not pity.” Aaron decides to say.

“Guilt then.” Robert says. He just says it. 

Aaron hasn’t seen this Robert for years. The bitter and angry Robert. The one who will say anything to get people to bite back. 

“Guilt ‘cause the last time I was beaten up, it was when I was sent back inside. You know, when you called the police on me.”

Aaron bites at his lip to stop from crying.

“Did you hope I wouldn’t make it?” 

Aaron feels the earth sort of shift on its axis. There’s many things he can live with that he’s done, that people will think about him but the idea that Robert thinks he would rather he was dead isn’t one of them.

Aaron storms forward in the beer garden, he smashes as glass in his haste and Robert’s shoulders lift in surprise.

“Don’t you ever fucking say that again.” Aaron screams right in Robert’s face. He can’t help it. He feels this rage just boil up inside him and it takes over everything else that he could ever possibly be thinking about.

For a second he isn’t married. He isn’t someone else’s at all.

This is Robert questioning him, doubting him. He doesn’t do that. Aaron’s the one who always did.

Not Robert and not like this.

“You don’t get to say that.” Aaron’s still shouting but he comes back to himself a little when Robert can’t look at him anymore. 

“It’d be easier for you.” Robert says quietly. 

Aaron can’t think of anything worse that could happen to him. Absolutely nothing springs to mind and it’s dark and scary but so true it feels terrifying. 

“Do you really think I hate you that much?” Aaron says, and it’s a question he really needs answering right now. 

Robert still won’t look at him.

“If you – if you didn’t make it, if something had happened to you, it would have finished me off n’all.” Aaron says. He isn’t gentle or kind. He’s blunt and to the point and Robert finally looks up at him. 

Robert’s mouth is half open. His eyes flicker and his eyebrow arches up just slightly like he didn’t expect to hear that. 

They’ve never been too good at acknowledging how deep all this really goes.

“Remember what I said when I found you in the garage that night.” Aaron doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, why he’s deciding to be so honest but he has this sixth sense with Robert some times. He knows when Robert needs to be told to do one, when he needs to be told that he’s amazing, or a prat, or the love of Aaron’s –

“How I feel about you. It’s scary.” Aaron whispers the words like they’re a secret. 

He supposes it is.

Robert wipes at his nose all pathetically. He doesn’t say anything for a second.

“You shouldn’t be saying stuff like that to me.” Robert says, for both their sakes.

Aaron takes this big intake of breath, feels like he’s being told off. 

“You started it, talking shit.” Aaron says. “I just needed you, out of sight.”

“Out of mind.” Robert says.

“If only.” Aaron says, and he slips up. Again. 

Robert doesn’t punish him for it. In some ways, it makes it worse.

“I don’t hate you.” Aaron needs to say. If only just this once. 

Robert gulps hard. “I don’t believe that.” He says, and maybe he can’t believe in anything else. “‘Cause if you didn’t, we’d be together. But we’re not.”

Aaron bites down hard on his lip. “I can’t.” He whispers. “You don’t know how bad I was, how – how nothing mattered when I lost you. I’d …”

“Rather never have me back than lose me again.” Robert decides to say it, completely reckless about the consequences it would do to Aaron’s heart.

It takes everything Aaron has not to start crying.

“If it makes it easier, you hate me and I’m only ever out for myself.” Robert decides. His nose isn’t bleeding anymore but Aaron is transfixed on the cut just below his eye. He stares at it as he tries to take in the lies they’ve agreed to tell themselves from here on it.

Aaron doesn’t move. He stays rooted on the spot until he hears someone coming. 

It’s Vic and she’s shouting about the state of Robert’s face. Aaron takes the opportunity to disappear.

[boopiemadz]

travis x fem reader going baby shopping like baby clothes and stuff I feel like he’d be a girl dad but you choose!! Fluff please 🙏

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YESSS post-high school (and crash), settled-down Travis x fem!Reader being domestic cuties while baby shopping. She's pregnant, and Travis is giving full soft girl dad energy while still being his awkward, sweet self. IM OBSESSED!! (side note should I make a girl dad Travis series??)

You hadn’t expected him to get emotional over a baby hat.

It’s knit a soft, white beanie with little bear ears, and Travis is just staring at it like it holds all the answers to the universe.

“We have to get it,” he says, his voice quiet but steady.

You smile, resting a hand on your bump. “It’s a hat, Trav.”

“It’s her hat,” he replies like that should’ve been obvious. “Like - her first one. She’s gonna wear this when we take her home.”

Your chest tightens in the best way, and for a second, you just look at him - his face serious, his hands gentle as he folds the hat like it’s made of glass, his brow creased in concentration. He’s come a long way from the closed-off, guarded boy you knew in high school. He still gets overwhelmed, still goes quiet when his brain gets too loud, but now… he lets you in.

And the fact that he’s this serious over a little beanie with ears?

Girl dad. Through and through.

You reach out and tug gently on his jacket. “We can get her five hats.” He cracks a smile and finally looks at you, eyes soft. “We’re getting this one, though.”

“Obviously.”

He drops it into the cart and then immediately picks up a onesie with ducks on it. “What about this?”

��Adorable.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m saying you are adorable for holding it like it’s alive.”

He flushes. “Shut up.”

You laugh and thread your fingers through his, squeezing gently. The baby section is quieter than the rest of the store. There’s something sacred about it - gentle lighting, pastel colors, tiny hangers and tinier socks.

Travis doesn’t say much at first. He mostly trails behind the cart, nodding along, scanning everything like he’s memorizing it for a test. But every so often, he surprises you. Grabs a baby bottle and goes, “This says ‘Dad’s Favorite’ - do you think that’s too cocky?”

You’re in the stroller aisle when you finally pause to sit for a second, heart fluttering a little too fast under the weight of walking. He notices instantly, crouching beside you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, fanning yourself. “Just tired. Not used to this much cardio with a human inside me.”

He pulls your water bottle from the side of the cart without being asked and opens it for you. “You’re pushing yourself.”

“Because I want to find the right stuff.”

“You are the right stuff,” he mutters, half under his breath, not meeting your eyes as he says it.

You blink. “What?”

He looks up, cheeks pink. “I mean - she’s already got the best mom. The rest is just... bonus gear.”

Your throat goes tight. “Travis.”

He shrugs, trying to be cool, but his lips twitch with a smile.

You lean up and kiss him quick - just enough to catch him off guard. “You’re gonna be the kind of dad other dads feel insecure around.”

“That’s not even a thing.”

“It will be once you’re out here wearing her in a carrier and heating up bottles with that focused little face you get.”

His smile cracks wide open. “My focused little face?”

“Yeah. You look like you’re solving a murder every time you try to cook eggs.”

He lets out a breath of laughter, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah,” he says softly. “I really do.”

The sun’s starting to set by the time you finally check out - two bags of baby clothes, a set of bottles, socks, and the tiniest pink rainjacket you’ve ever seen. Travis loads it all into the back of your car with careful hands, then opens your door and helps you in before jogging around to his side.

“You hungry?” he asks once he’s buckled in.

“Always.”

“Pizza or pancakes?”

“Travis Martinez, are you offering me pancakes for dinner?”

“I’m offering you whatever you want, and if that means pancakes, then yeah.”

You grin. “God, I love you.”

His ears turn red. He still gets that look sometimes - like he can’t believe this is real. Like he’s waiting to wake up back in that high school hallway where he was just some quiet, weird kid with shaky hands and too many thoughts.

But you reach across the console, lay your hand on his, and he exhales. Settles.

Because this is real.

And soon, there’ll be a little girl, A little girl in the bear hat. A little girl who gets held by him, loved by him, protected by him.

Yeah. He’s gonna be the best girl dad.

A/N- yes i wrote this so quick what about it.

[jadewritesficshere]

Sorta Mean!Steve x female!reader thought

Steve can be mean. Be a bit bitchy. And listen, he tries not to. Except you get all flustered when he does. Noticed how you reacted when he bitched about customers or gave Robin sass. Then he does it to you and-

You get all cute and avoid his eyes. Shift ever so slightly and clench your thighs together, fuck, he hopes it turns you on. He's had to hide how hard it makes him for awhile now.

It really is like what his mom said, about a boy pulling a girl's pigtails meaning he liked them. Steve likes how you like it. He's never mean mean, he never wants to hurt you or push you away he just...

Steve will pull your bra strap and let it snap back against your shoulder. Or wrap his arm around your shoulder and mess up you hair,, giving you a noogie. Rolls his eyes and scoffs at you. One time, when you bent just slightly over and he saw the hem of your underwear peaking out, well of course he had to tug on it. Not hard, just enough to startle you. Make you swat at him and push him away, hiding your face in your hands. Sometimes, he'll say something so bitchy and degrading and immediately go to apologize but you bite your lip. Your lashes flutter as you look away.

He realizes he basically is doing all the stuff he did back in school. Well, all the stuff Tommy and the guys did that he let happen. But he doesn't like it when it happens to others. Someone says something mean to Robin? Steve's ready to jump over the counter and fight the person. Someone pushes Dustin? He's pushing that person to the ground. He hates seeing couples in public get pushed around or mean to one another, makes him feel sick to his stomach. It's only you.

And today, coming home from work and it's hot as balls, he heard your music playing from his pool. Steve's tired but he feels a thrill run through him at the thought of seeing you, maybe pushing you in the pool (if you can swim, you can swim right?). After he changes into swimming trunks he goes outside.

And you're lounging on a float in the pool, eyes closed. You look asleep, mouth open ever so slightly. You're wearing a red bikini that makes him want to drool. He could stand for hours just watching you.

Except he forces himself to jump in the pool. The wave of his splash causes water to spray on you. You let out a startled shriek as you flail, flipping the float over and disappearing under the water. Steve grabs your arm and hoists you up, you gasping for air.

"Shit, you ok?" Steve asks, brow furrowed. "What the fuck Steve!" You slap at his arm as you swipe water out of your face. "I just thought- i mean- you weren't supposed to fall off!" Steve frowns slightly. He genuinely didn't mean for you to get scared and fall in the water, just to spray you with it.

You sigh and pout lightly at him," it's fine, I needed to cool off anyways." "You sure?" "I'm sure."

A moment of silence grows between you. It's soft and sweet, causing Steve's stomach to turn. The smile you give him, its adorable. It's too close to what if you were his- he can't think of that. Won't. Because deep down he wonders if he even deserves you since he's a bitch. So he does what he does best- pokes at you.

Steve goes to tug your strap, just like he would a bra, acting on instinct. Except this isn't a bra. This is a bikini. One that ties. And Steve was absolutely not expecting it to come undone. He sees a flash of skin, just a tad more then normal as the top falls.

Then you're both shrieking. Steve flails, immediately letting go of the top and covering his eyes. He isn't sure what you do, probably cover your bare- fuck he shouldn't think of that. "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" Steve keeps repeating it back to back.

"Steve," is all you get and he's just rambling, " I am so fucking sorry, I thought it would be like your bra and just snap back and fuck I didn't mean to just expose you oh my god I'm so sorry jesus-" "Steve." "Fuck, I'm sorry this is so bad oh-"

A hand on his wrist causes him to pause. He peeks through his fingers at you. Your top is in place and you don't appear upset. "It's okay. It was an accident. Just maybe don't do that?"

Steve's nodding," Yeah- for sure." Another moment of silence for about a few seconds. "Well did they look good?" You ask cheekily. Steve groans and covers his face again

[mullermilkshake]

The face behind the telephone.

You just won't stop and Satoru doesn't know what to do.

Doctor!Satoru Gojo x Fem Obsessed!reader This is a very real situation for someone to be in and might be triggering to some. Viewer discretion is advised, Stalking, Impersonation, Blackmail, Coercion, One night stand, Harassment, Stalking

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“So, how did that date go last week?” Suguru slouched in his office chair and spun around, obviously bored.

Satoru hadn’t heard the last of it and found himself tense up everytime it was mentioned. His date with you at some restaurant he never went to before.

“Ah, y’know. Just not meant to be.”

Suguru chuckled and rolled his chair closer to him, “You fucked her and now you’re ignoring her, is that it?”

To be honest, Satoru let you down gently. It wasn’t unusual for Satoru to meet up with someone, sleep with them and find out that he just wasn’t compatible with them. It was run of the mill if he was frank and Suguru came to expect it by now.

“There were some red flags, she was talkin’ about all this serious shit… after we slept together. I don’t want anything serious, not yet anyway.”

“Oh this is gold, you always get the serious ones, Satoru, how about you send them my way? I’m getting too old for one night stands now.”

“You’re a year younger than me, man.” Now Satoru was laughing at his absurdity.

Suguru rolled back and stretched his back from side to side, “Exactly… you’ll need to settle down eventually. Was serious stuff really the only thing that put you off, or did she fart or something?” Then, he slid on his white lab coat before resuming typing on his keyboard.

Settle down. Satoru never saw himself settling down with anyone, not right now at least. Still, out of all the girls he’d met, you didn’t even make the top one hundred.

“Nah, I’m good. If you’re feeling like an old man, then you go right ahead and settle down, have some kids and get a mortgage.” He shivered at the mere thought but kept the mood light. “And no. I may be shallow sometimes, but I’m still a doctor, nothing like that puts me off, now you’re just putting words in my mouth, asshole.”

Though what Satoru hadn’t told Suguru, was that you hadn’t stopped calling and messaging him since. Despite his protests and pleas to stop trying to insert yourself in his life, you were relentless.

“Yeah, yeah of course. I know you better than anyone here.” Suguru stood up and pulled his stethoscope out from his pocket and slung it around his neck to hold on to. “There’s no perfect woman out there who’s waiting for you, everyone has their flaws y’know, even you.”

Satoru watched him leave, thinking on his words. As much as he wanted to be viewed as the perfect guy, he knew he was far from it. He picked up hobbies and inevitably dropped it a week later due to boredom after he mastered it, and he always had clothes in his hamper no matter how much he did the laundry. Sometimes he liked winding people up because it really gave him a kick that started his day off just right.

He was very much an asshole when he wanted to be. That was his flaw.

But you. You were something else.

Satoru should have held Suguru back and explained everything in detail, but his inability to control the situation would come out as weakness. And he was not weak. 

Suguru wouldn’t judge him at all, if it was serious, he wouldn’t be so cruel as to joke about it. But Satoru would judge himself just as harshly.

His phone had gone off non stop, a text, a call, ten more calls and more messages outlining how annoyed you were that he wasn’t answering, how you would make him listen to you and hear you out. It was a one night stand and you were speaking to him with such familiarity.

08:03 You: Hello??

08:03 You: Plz dont ignore me

08:04 You: Plz speak to me we can make it work

23 Missed calls.

It was how he imagined being married felt like but in an extreme fucked up way that no one ever mentioned in fear of scaring people off from tying the knot.

His phone rang again right there in his hand, vibrating an awful tune he once thought was cool enough to ring out loud in his pocket. Now, just like his morning alarm, the ringtone only brought dread every time he heard it.

Satoru switched his phone on to private and silenced it for a time, giving him time to clear his head and sort himself out for morning rounds in the little private clinic he and Suguru operated.

His little slice of heaven where for some time during the day, he could feel like an actual human being over the last week. Maybe he would sleep in the on-call room that night just for a different change of scenery? It was the best chance of getting a decent sleep if he hid his phone in his office so he wouldn’t be able to notice its rings that far away.

The phone screen lit up again and again. Satoru flipped it over on its front and got up from his seat. He gathered his things, his lab coat and headed off to grab a coffee and sweets, anything to get his brain jittering for the top of his game.

He couldn’t make mistakes at work, not if he wanted those clients coming back in droves.

“Well, don’t you look cheerful today?” Shoko was sitting in the break room, back in her chair with a leg over the other, pretending to read the newspaper in her hand with a steaming cup on the table.

“What are you talkin’ about? I’m always cheerful.” Satoru flashed her his biggest toothy grin and rummaged through the cupboard for his favourite coffee mug.

“Yeah… sure. Anyway, I need a consult for room six. She's trying to talk me into performing a rhinoplasty alongside her other surgery. I’m thinking you’ll be able to tell her that it’s a bad idea.”

“Why would I have any luck?” He poured the decaffeinated tar-like substance in his cup and added plenty of sugar and creamer, eyeing up the Kikufuku on the counter by the fridge.

“You can eat them Gojo… I brought them in for you.” Shoko must have seen him drooling. “And I know if you tell her she’s beautiful just as she is, she won’t push for an unnecessary surgery… She has the biggest crush on you like some schoolgirl.”

He shovelled one down when her statement actually sunk in. “R-right.”

Satoru was a doctor; a surgeon. He wasn’t some pretty boy tool to use at convenience to convince some woman that thought he was attractive enough to keep herself from altering her body needlessly.

He was a surgeon. A professional.

“Mr Gojo? Ah, there you are.” The practice’s receptionist peeped her head around the door.

For as young as she was, the newest member on site, she had one good judge of character and kept everything professional.

“What is it, Miwa?”

“Sorry to bother you so early, but your uh… girlfriend is waiting for you in reception, she said you forgot your lunch so she brought it for you.”

Satoru frowned, he observed the disappointment in her eyes. Shoko snorted and left her chair with the mug in her hands and carrying as much sarcasm on her shoulders as she could. “You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell me? What am I… an asshole?”

“Thanks Miwa, I’ll be right out.” He watched her leave and turned to Shoko with scepticism. “Shoko, I don’t have a girlfriend. whoever that is, isn’t anyone I know.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and made his way down to reception, each step worse than the other as he wracked his brain over who it was and what they wanted, though he definitely had his conclusions drawn practically right away.

She’s not that stupid, is she?

“Satoru!” Suguru called down from the opposite hallway and jogged his way over to hit him in the back playfully with a smile. “You liar, I thought you were still single and it takes your new girlfriend to come here? She’s pretty cute.”

“She’s not- look can you get security to come down, I have a bad feeling something’s gonna kick off.”

His smile dropped. “What’s happened, Satoru?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend. Go check my phone; you know my password. It’ll tell you everything.” That was the quickest way to explain, there wasn’t much energy left that he could use on articulating it.

Satoru left him in the corridor and trudged the rest of the way, seeing you immediately chatting away to Miwa in that cutesy way you had done on the first date. He thought you were cute, innocent enough not to give him trouble. That was his first mistake.

“Alright… you take care of yourself, lovely to meet you; Satoru!” You waved at him as though you had x-ray vision and saw him before he saw you.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low and he noticed Miwa looking over at him every so often. He guided you off to behind one of the large pillars in the open wide windowed reception.

“I came to see you.” Your happy exterior dropped. “You weren’t answering my messages.”

He huffed away the frustration as best as he could, pinching the bridge of his nose to hold back the rush of anxiety. “I haven’t responded because I asked you not to call me again.”

“I gave you space, I’ve given you a week.”

He said your name with the only nicety he could muster. “We went on one date, I don’t know you otherwise. And now you turn up at my workplace?”

You scoffed, clearly hurt at his words by the way you looked down at your feet and fiddled with your fingers. It just pranged a knot in his stomach. “That's an awful thing to say… after that beautiful night we spent together-”

“It was a one night stand, people do that. I told you before we even went on that date that I wasn't looking for anything serious. And when I let you down gently, you flipped out on me.”

Satoru was no coward and every time he cut things off with whoever he was seeing, he always did it in person. However, when he told you it wasn’t going to work out, you freaked out on him.

‘So you just waste my time?!’ 

‘That’s rich, you led me on when you knew I was looking for someone serious!” 

It only took you a day of silence to ruin the facade of a wondrous false sense of security before the multiple texts and calls came. The thing was, Satoru hadn’t given you his number. He had contacted you exclusively through the app like all the other girls, and the women who got further than a few dates, he blocked their numbers after the relationship was over.

“But… You told me  you wanted something serious in time; and I gave you time.” A fucking week wasn’t any time.

You were so matter-of-fact too, standing there with a hand on your hip shifting your weight on one leg and acting like you had been in a relationship with him for well over a year.

“We slept together once. That’s it, there’s nothing else to it. Don’t ever come back here or I’ll get the police involved…”

Were there tears in your eyes? Satoru was sure they were welling up. “How could you say that? Why would you do this to me, after all the things you told me while you were inside me and you’re telling me it was all fake?” By now your voice had raised a little, making a head or two turn to see the commotion.

Satoru was acutely aware of the situation. “That’s a thing called make believe, it’s fake sex talk that’s all it was. Now, please leave.”

You stepped back breathless as though you had just ran around the room, but upon a closer look, it wasn’t entirely honest. “You want me to do what? You pervert!”

Your raised voice turned most of the people waiting in the reception, some whispered and exchanged dirty glances in Satoru’s direction as they watched you start crying. They were almost certainly already assuming their trusted doctor was a perverted asshole who treated people when they were under general anaesthetic and unconscious.

“Shh!” Satoru held you by your shoulders and took you into the nearest empty room. “What the hell are you doing? This is my job, are you psychotic?”

“All I want from you, is you, Satoru. That’s all I ever wanted.”

You’d only known him a week. “Well you won’t get it from me.”

Now you were sobbing, rummaging through your purse for something Satoru did not want to see. “Yeah, well that wasn’t what you promised!”

A little white card, Satoru’s old doctor's card, he recognised the logo immediately. “Where did you get that?”

“You gave this to me last year; see? Look.” You flipped it over and there was his scribbly handwriting.

That card was his old one, right when he and Suguru were looking to start up their own practice. They were still working under the city hospital at the time. And those cards were used to find clients and advertise their new dream.

“Where, did you get that.”

“My father. You saved his life and you told me if there was anything I needed, I could come to you and you would help. And I want you.”

“So you lied, you knew me from before; why did you lie to me?” As far as he knew, a week ago was the first time. But what had you done for the last year, stalk him? Or more like you ensnared him.

“I didn’t. I gave you space so what is the issue with me coming to see you?”

Satoru shook his head vigorously, like he was trying to convince you twice over, he didn’t need convincing himself. “We aren’t in a relationship-”

“You’re ruining everything! Stop playing coy or I can make things so bad around here, I could destroy everything and you wouldn’t be able to do anything-”

“Satoru?” The office door swung open, Suguru and two security guards.

“Shit. Yeah, we’re done here, she needs to be escorted off the property and never allowed back.”

“No!” You lunged for him, hitting his chest as he tried his best to hold you back without hurting you. The last thing the practice needed was a lawsuit.

Once the security guard took a hold of you, it set you off something feral. Clawing at him and grasping at air towards Satoru as you were led away. “Let go of me! Please, Satoru don’t do this, I love you; I can look after you like you did me, I promise!”

“I love you!”

He turned away from you and stared blankly at the wall, he did not remember you nor did he ever want to be near you again.

“Don’t separate us, I need to look after him!”

He would of course pursue this legally, and write out whatever statements that were necessary and even the unnecessary ones.

“Jesus…” Suguru stood there awkwardly not knowing where to look as the door slammed shut and your screams grew muffled until they vanished.

“I didn’t really know how to tell you, man… Shit, that couldn’t have gone much worse.”

Suguru comforted him and placed his hand on his shoulder. “You did in your own way, I’m glad you said, because it could have gotten a hundred times worse.”

The pause between them wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t discouraging. “Maybe I should settle down… you don’t know anyone who, y’know, isn’t like that do you?”

Not that Satoru could trust anyone for a while. But maybe it wasn’t the worst idea.

“I might know a few.” Surugu took his hand away and made his way silently towards the door. “Come on, let’s settle our client's nerves and then get everything off your chest. It sounds pretty shitty what happened, so tell me all about it over coffee.”

Satoru nodded and moved too, joining his best friend for the step forward to get past all this stress over the last week.

Hopefully then he could sleep better. 

And perhaps his ringtone wouldn’t give him so much anxiety in his stomach each time someone wanted to get in contact.

No, it was better if he changed it. Just in case.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work thank you!

[z-eel]

Hello! I love your work so much and I love rereading through all of my favourites as a past time :) I haven’t seen any x reader stuff and was just curious on if you ever would write something like that.

If so I always think about reader who is like black brothers younger sister, and she accidentally walks in on her brothers making out half naked and is in total shock but even more shock when she feels jealous that she isn’t involved :p

Anyways if you don’t want to do x reader that’s totally cool but I would love anything with black brothers thank you lovely, hope you’re doing well ❤️

yeah sorry i haven't done 'x reader'. especially not fem! 'x reader'... that's just not my vibe, unfortunately. explicit fem! 'x readers' make me a little uncomfortable lol

but i do like to push myself when it comes to writing, so i'll try (but reminder ive never written 'x reader' before)...

(let's also thank aj for helping write this lol)

starcest x reader | non explicit | wc: 797

cw: incest

It's hard staying in the Black family home. Too many empty rooms and not enough noise to fill in the space.

Easy to get lost in the monotony of the seemingly endless day of pure emptiness. Rarely seeing more than a shadow of family members, a mere ghost of a presence.

High-collared necklines and heavy, weighted skirts that dragged along the old tiled floor of your ancestral home. All of it was so suffocating. It's easy to lose your sense of individuality. family comes first, above all.

Duty and honor, hold high the name of house Black.

It’s expected from someone of their social standing to be in attendance to some of the most prestigious events of the year. Tonight was one of the few nights their parents didn’t seem to need their children’s presence to convey the power of their name. 

So they were left behind, alone in a large house with nothing to entertain themselves and with no permission to leave the grounds. Such is the lackadaisical life of being born into the house of Black. You supposed you could work on a few spells, maybe even tend to the nearly wilting flowers on the back porch. Though Kreature would spot you, and insist that such a task is above you. You wrinkle your nose at the thought, not feeling like dealing with the elderly house elf today. 

You were pacing around the house, the only real interesting thing to do was to name each portrait by heart and contemplate if old family members truly looked the way they were portrayed.

Then you heard it, the sound sound of a gasp. 

Regulus, your mind unhelpfully supplies. A gasp of pain? This is debunked when the gasp is followed by a series of whispers.

The house was empty, no one here but you and your brothers. You round the corner that leads to the hallway of the house's bedrooms, trying to get a hint of their conversation. 

“Quiet Regulus, we’ll be heard.” your ever rebellious brother’s voice was practically a stage whisper. He always had an issue with controlling his volume. You roll your eyes, still making your way to the furthest end of the hall where the younger of the brother’s room resided. 

“You said no one was here.” Regulus’ voice was unusually whiny, breathless. A tone that made a shiver go down your spine. You're unsure if the shiver is caused by the irritation that he forgot about you so quickly, or the unusual lilt of his voice.

“There’s three of us here, remember.” Sirius teases.

You near the end of the hall, confirming your suspicions that the voices were coming from Regulus’ room. The door half opened, and the sound only grew louder with each step that was taken to the door

“Wait, Sirius, you promised-” he was cut off by his own gasp. You pressed your back to the wall next to the door. Not quite looking around the corner. You were nervous to see what was happening beyond the door that sat ajar. 

“I know baby, but we have to be quick right now. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight.”  Quick? Baby?! Tonight? You steel your nerves and peak around the corner, your mouth falling open in shock. Your cheeks warm with embarrassment. The tips of your ears grew unnaturally hot at the sight. 

And there they were, on Regulus’ bed. Shirts gone with Sirius leaning over Regulus as he kissed him. Pulling on his lower lip with his teeth, one hand holding on to his cheek and the other down Regulus pants. 

Regulus had one hand on Sirius’ hair, pulling, while the other was wrapped around his neck.

It looked desperate. You’ve never seen something like that.

It was fascinating. 

Seeing Regulus gasp into Sirius mouth when his hand moved. Watching Sirius lean down his neck and kiss and bite every bit of exposed flesh. 

You remained staring, mouth dry.

Then Sirius did something that made Regulus curse loudly and throw his head back heaving.

There was a moment of still silence. Nothing but Regulus desperate gasps filling the empty space.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Regulus' breathless voice was a shock, but seeing him looking at you was frightening.

“Next time you might try and join us instead of just watching like a weirdo.” Sirius turned around, with a teasing smile. The one he liked to give when there was just the barest hint of truth hidden under his word.

It was instinctual the way you stepped into the room. Youngest of the three meant you were always clambering for attention, especially your brother's attention. 

“Does mother know you two do this?”

Sirius and Regulus smiled wickedly at you.

“What mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

[stupidlittlespirit]

something about Ford being book smart, but lacking common sense is so... charming (other than the negative side effects of that, ie: giving us space rabies!)

Having to explain a concept that seems like common sense to most, especially in a social context??? He's so awkward it hurts. And I love it

However, an unfair advantage he has is pretty privilege, as well as such an outstanding vocabulary that he's just unintentionally smooth no matter what he says. (IMO THAT PART IS CANON. HE JUST WAS SAYING STUFF IN THE SHOW THAT WAS SO HOT, HIS CONFIDENCE IS DISGUSTINGLY ATTRACTIVE)

Him missing social cues, especially flirting would be so frustrating, but it also would be so much fun to see how far you could push it until he finally caught on. AAAUUGH

Right?? I think it's fun to balance him with that aspect. The canon gives us a glimpse at that but it often frames it as being negatively neglectful, and while I do think he is neglectful at times, there's something really nice about taking the negative edge off of that and making it a bit more of a quirk in some ways.

It's also a nice way to bring him back down to Earth gently, too. He truly believes he's the smartest in the room and in most ways he is so it's understandable, but getting to softly backhand that assertion to him over something he isn't so good on, like emotional intelligence, makes for a good juxtaposition. It's a nice way of reminding him that there's always more to learn, no matter how high your IQ is.

Describing him as having pretty privilege is SO funny ilsjdjkdkdfdsf and true!!!!!!!!!! He is pretty! When I write him, I do really enjoy letting him shine within his area of expertise and letting that confidence come naturally to him, but then snatching it away when he has to step outside of his comfort zone. He comes across as smooth when he's on one about his passions but he comes off the tracks almost in a panicked way when it shifts into the social-emotional aspect of interactions. To me, that's very charming. I really like that he's capable of so much but he falters when he's trying to express himself beyond those limits.

My partner is smart with theory but is also autistic so struggles to handle social stuff, whereas I'm the exact reverse. Stepping in to take over the social reins is really fun for me and I think I end up writing that into Ford and Reader's relationship. Reader is much more social and outgoing than he is, and Ford admires that. Thinking on your feet and knowing the 'right' thing to say is difficult and it's a skill by itself.

For Ford, or at least the way I write him, I think you would have to say it directly to him in order to make him understand. He won't pick up hints particularly well unless you're especially obvious with them, for a number of reasons. He thinks you're listening to him yap on about physics because you like physics and you think he's a good teacher, not because you enjoy his passion or find it attractive. You have to outright say 'god I want you so bad' for him to clock that that's actually why you're listening to him speak. That's not to say he won't pick up on hints ever, but just that it isn't something he consciously looks for so doesn't expect to need to pick it up, if that makes sense.

And I like that. I'm a very direct person naturally and I don't enjoy having to go all around the houses to get someone's attention. I personally prefer being straightforward (tactfully) and have found things work out better that way. So idk, for me I don't want my actions to be read into, I'll tell you if I feel a certain way and go from there. And with Ford, he's kind of ideal in that sense. He seems like the kind of guy who respects directness even if he doesn't like the answer. He doesn't want to be strung along and lied to for the sake of social expectations. That just makes things harder for everyone.

There has definitely been some friction in the MtB universe over that, though.....

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[keeps-ache]

yay yippee yay :3 🎉

[luckylunatix]

A design update of a Crash Bandicoot OC I've had for a while but haven't posted here yet.

Dr. Nemo Igmatic, or simply N. Igmatic (pronouns: she/they/he), is a genius of ambiguous humanity and an affinity for the occult; strutting on the line of science and superstition, it would be just as accurate to describe them as a witch as they are a scientist. She's willing to assist in Cortex's evil plans in exchange for the means to continue her paranormal research, though his egotism and her disdain for his incompetence often lead to them butting heads.

He has an entourage of ghoulish underlings, much like Cortex and his mutants, and relies heavily on witchcraft and haunted artifacts in his evil schemes. She is also quite smitten with Dr. N. Gin, taking him on as a henchman in the hopes she may get to know him better and win over his heart. The two seem to have mutual interests in music and the macabre.

[classicjdog]

CURSE MY FUCKING SHITARSE INTERNET I JUST WANT TO PLAY SOME FUCKING TEKKEN GAAAAHHHHHHHH

REINA IS SO FUCKING SICK AND I CAN'T PLAY HER AGAINST REAL PPL I'M STUCK FIGHTING THE STUPID AI FUCK

[snekdood]

ppl used to try to make fun of me for using zoo tycoon as a reference for animal shit and idk man like.... the game is literally built off the idea of educating you, it literally has an encyclopedia that tells you not only about the animals but also about the plants too. yeah its a tycoon game but thats only if you focus on it in that sense, personally i dont, I've always liked playing it to learn more about the behaviors of animals. sure things are generalized here and there and not 100% accurate- partially bc it was made in the early 2000's and we've probably acquired more info since then, but regardless its still pretty solid and taught me a lot about certain animals growing up, which other tycoon games dont really offer... anything teach-worthy.

[sttoru]

pls pls pls 🥹 older bf! gojo fucking the attitude out of his gf

 𝝑𝑒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. satoru picks you up after your lecture to spend quality time with you, only to realise you got an attitude that needs some fixing.

tags. dom older bf!gojo x female reader. smut, pwp but also with plot. age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). rough. hints of degradation. p in v -> unprotected. standing doggy. semi-public. spanking. hair pulling. name calling. creampīe. nicknames ‘princess, baby’. wc: 3.2k

“mind telling me who that was, baby?” satoru asks while he fixes his sunglasses. he pushes his hair back a little, walking beside you through campus. you had just finished your study session with a boy who’s in your statistics class. your lovely boyfriend offered to pick you up and take you back home after that.

though, despite the kind gesture, you’re still visibly stressed after revising the material. your mind is occupied with all sorts of stuff you need to know before your exam on thursday.

“just a classmate,” you respond curtly, not even looking at satoru. you’re speeding ahead of him, wanting to rush home already. you nibble on your bottom lip and your brows are furrowed due to the distress, “why do you care?”

that sentence came out harsher than you had expected it to. you don’t mean to be bitchy, but you’re under too much stress at the moment. your body reacts before you can withstand it.

satoru is silent for a few seconds. he’s surprised by the tone of voice you used. he keeps on following you, however, not letting your little comment ruin the conversation. he’s there to help you, not to make you even more upset.

which is why he tries to lighten the mood.

“oh?” satoru chuckles, his dimples showing. he easily keeps up with you, his long legs carrying him around quite fast. the white haired man pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear ever so gently, “did someone upset my little princess today?”

you don’t answer him. you’re focused on your phone, hurriedly texting your friend back while speeding past all the other students. you don’t even notice how the girls are gawking at your man—whispering about how handsome he is and who he might be.

satoru doesn’t pay them any mind. his sole goal is to gain your attention back. he frowns after his question is met with silence. the clicking of his dress shoes increases as he tries to get you to stop and face him.

“c’mon,” your boyfriend sighs and stands in front of you, stopping you to an abrupt halt. he holds your wrist tenderly yet firmly, letting you know that he wants to properly communicate with you, “y’ can’t ignore me.”

you yank your hand back, your irritated attitude visible in your actions. you look up at satoru, not caring about what he thinks or wants at the moment. you just want to go home and relax. everything is overstimulating you.

“i can and i will,” you huff before stepping aside to continue your journey out of the university’s terrain. your boyfriend’s frown only deepens. you’re not the only one who’s currently getting agitated. you push past a group of students who stood in your way, “let’s just go home.”

satoru’s eyes narrow. he doesn’t get upset fast—he rarely feels any kind of anger—but right now he can feel something itching inside of his chest. he’s tried not to let the jealousy get the best of him at first, but now with all the other emotions coming into play, it’s nearly impossible to hold himself back.

satoru considers himself a fairly mature man. he’s always been one, yet when it comes to you he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t have any control over his emotions. his body and mind act on their own.

“aht aht. not so fast, little lady.”

you suddenly feel yourself being dragged to the side. satoru’s grip around your arm isn’t harsh, but it sure is enough to make you stumble along with him. you click your teeth in slight annoyance after the initial shock settles in. you know there’s no fighting it; you don’t want others to witness your little squabble.

“hey, where are we going?” you ask, a slight whine leaving your throat. you simply want to go lay in your bed and avoid everything and everyone else. your eyes are focused on the back of satoru’s head as he guides you along. he doesn’t bother to face nor answer you.

you sigh and simply allow yourself to be dragged away. if you’re going to get a scolding, you don’t mind. you’re just going to hear him out and nod along so you can go back home faster.

you raise an eyebrow when satoru arrives at the bathroom on the second floor. “what the—” you’re confused as to what your boyfriend is trying to achieve. you quickly look around to see if anyone has seen you.

no one seems to be close. this part of the building has always been empty around this time frame anyway.

you’re pulled into the men’s bathroom after satoru made sure that the coast was clear. he gently pushes you into an empty stall and locks the door. “satoru, what’s up with you?” you sigh as you stumble back against the bathroom wall. it’s a hypocritical comment considering your own nasty attitude.

you try to push him aside, only for your boyfriend to force your arms around his neck, pulling you flush against him. your eyes lock into his and that’s when you notice how . . dark they are. the usual playful look is nowhere to be found.

“i’m just thinkin’ that y’r attitude needs some fixing, hm?” satoru whispers. a ghost of a smirk appears on his face—it’s a twisted one. wicked, with the thoughts of what he’ll do to punish you for your actions. he rarely has that expression when he’s with you.

he tips your chin up with quite some force, “i can help with that.”

everything else happens at a blink of an eye. one of satoru’s large hands slithers up your back to tangle in your hair and yank it back, exposing the column of your throat for his hickeys to take shape on. his other hand swiftly makes work of your pants and undergarments.

his jaw is clenched—the usual hint of gentle love in his eyes is replaced by lust fuelled by jealousy and frustration. satoru is not playing around either. instead of taking his time like he usually does when it comes to intimacy, he’s quick to discard both your clothing.

“fuckin’ tease,” the white-haired man mutters under his breath, panting with desire. he zips down his pants and frees his big cock from his boxers. “always pushing my buttons. isn’t that right, baby?”

satoru lets out a breathy, mocking chuckle. he fists the shaft slowly while his blue eyes roam over your body caged against him and the wall, “but i guess tha’s part of the reason why i love you—hah.”

you’re basically in shock at the sudden switch. your jaw is slack and your eyes are wide, but there’s an undeniable feeling in your chest that tells you you’re loving this change. you can’t deny the fact that you’re turned on. extremely turned on.

“‘toru, i don’t think it’s smart to do this here,” you murmur in a small voice. you’re trying to have some dignity, even now, when your panties are soaked and the scent of your obvious arousal is driving your man crazy.

“don’t care,” satoru shakes his head with a smug grin. his long fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear before flimsily tugging them down to your ankles. his eyes darken the second he sees the webs of sticky, translucent slick clinging from your panties to your puffy folds.

he grunts, his cock twitching painfully in his hand. he’s thinking of simply jerking off to the sight of you in front of him, but he decided otherwise. satoru smacks your clit with his fat tip, “should’ve thought about that before catchin’ an attitude with me.”

suddenly, he turns you around so you’re facing the wall. your nails dig into the flat surface of the tiles, catching onto nothing. you’re hoping that no one will walk into the bathroom. last thing you need is everyone knowing that you were getting your back blown out by your boyfriend on campus.

not that satoru would mind those rumors. it’d only fuel his (already) huge ego.

“oh, yeah— shit. you need this ‘s much as i do,” satoru groans as sinks his cock into your pussy, agonisingly slow, inch by inch. you shudder and hold in your moans as your velvety walls make part for him.

his hands spread your pert asscheeks, smacking the full globes before kneading them to soothe the pain. he continues in a low, dangerous voice, “you wouldn’t be so stuck up if y’ didn’t need this fuckin’ dick to shut you up.”

satoru doesn’t stop pushing in until his heavy balls are resting snugly against your bottom, warming his sack full of cum that’s aching to be released in your dripping cunt.

“ngh, ‘toru,” you bite your lip and try not to orgasm just from the feeling of being full— so full of cock that it makes you see stars, “just like that.”

the white-haired man responds with a satisfied grunt, sweat forming on his forehead from how hot and wet it is inside of you.

“oh, there she is,” satoru coos once he hears your whiny voice, that sweet voice he cherishes and loves. it isn’t cold nor avoidant anymore like before and that’s really all he wanted to acquire. he licks a stripe from the tip of your ear to the lobe, voice husky, “there’s the girlfriend i know. moan some more f’ me.”

you shiver as satoru’s lips connect with the back of your neck. after wetting the skin with his saliva, he bites. not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark. you clamp around his dick in response and he curses under his breath.

“please, fuck me,” you breathe. you need more stimulation, need him to absolutely ruin you. the shallow and slow thrusts he’s giving are nothing but torturous.

satoru grins and rests his chin on top of your shoulder, large hands rubbing around your hips and lower abdomen, teasing your clit every now and then to get you even more pent up.

“fuck you?” he tilts his head, as if contemplating. he clicks his tongue and gives your ass a firm slap that nearly sends you over the edge. “hah, you should be grateful for what i’m givin’ you.”

but satoru’s weak for you. even if he’s trying to be the ‘mean’ and ‘cold’ dominant guy. his cock is aching to plunge in and out of your wet hole, to see you come undone and feel your juices coat his balls and thighs.

“fine. i’ll fuck you,” satoru relents with a roll of his eyes, acting like he isn’t desperate for you too. he grips your hips in a bruising manner and bites your shoulder, “—fuck you like the brat you are.”

your hands save your face from making contact with the wall as your body suddenly jostles back and forth in a speed you can’t even process.

“satoru!” you nearly scream his name out of pure surprise. the pleasure comes crashing down in waves, your pussy uncontrollably spasming around his girthy cock.

satoru grumbles something incoherent as he pistons his hips, ramming in your sloppy cunt while his eyes are fixated on your bouncing ass. white locks of hair stick to his forehead as he splits you open on his dick.

“so pretty,” the older man sighs. he turns your head sideways so you can look him in the eyes while he fucks you silly. he caresses your cheek gently, a contrast to the mocking grin on his lips and the rough thrusts against your ass, “too bad y’ got such a potty mouth on you.”

satoru pushes his index and middle finger between your lips to muffle your noises, “…but don’t worry, i’ll fix that for you. gladly.”

you eagerly suck on them between quick gasps of air, saliva trickling down his hand. your boyfriend redoubles his efforts, the fat tip of his dick hitting that special spot deep inside you.

his free hand reaches down to circle your clit. the double stimulation sends you into a state of pure bliss. your pupils are dilated as you struggle to find satoru’s gaze, head lolling back and forth with each powerful stroke.

perhaps this really was all you needed to help destress and forget all about your responsibilities. it feels good to not think about anything at all— your head empty except for the feeling of your cunt being filled.

satoru’s cock twitches inside of you with the urge to release a load in your womb. “give me it, please,” your voice is muffled as you plead with him. your hand sneaks downwards, trying to find his balls, “w-want your cum.”

your fingers toy with his sack once you find it. his pre-cum and your own juices now coat your skin as well, your hand enclosing around his balls, massaging them. it’s like you’re trying to coax his potent semen out of them and that alone makes satoru throw his head back in ecstasy.

“little cumslut. . .” satoru growls, brows furrowing as he tries not to shoot his cum inside of your greedy cunt right that second. the hand that was keeping you quiet quickly snatches your wrist and pins it against the bathroom wall.

“are you that desperate to get filled? yeah?” your boyfriend huffs, not stopping to catch his breath at all. his hips pound faster against your ass with renewed passion.

your lips are parted and they move, but not a single answer comes out of your mouth. you’re unable to think or talk because of the pleasure.

satoru takes that as a yes. the erotic sight of you being so lost in sin is enough to fuel his desire to fuck you harder. his hips never falter as he scoffs at your pathetic self, “tch, so addicted to my cock y’ can’t even answer me.”

you shake your head and search for your words. however, you fail, and all that you’re capable of communicating is what you need, “fuuuuck, yes i am—‘toru, need your cock ‘n cum— more.”

satoru lets go of your wrist to grab your jaw. he forces your head back again before he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. his tongue plunders inside your mouth, exploring every inch.

he pulls back to gasp for air and releases your jaw with a slight shove to grab your hips again. “more? hah,” the white-haired man lets out a haughty chuckle. he gives a particular hard thrust against your butt, tip kissing your cervix painfully yet deliciously, “y’ think you deserve more after that shit you pulled?”

satoru yanks your head back by your hair. the stinging sensation makes your scalp itchy, but it also increases your pleasure. he lowers his lips to your ear, his voice dangerously low, “nah, you gotta make this work.”

you could. you can make it work and that’s the truth. he could fuck you with just his tip and you’d be able to cum a couple times in a row.

jolts of pleasure run down your spine as satoru drives into you harder, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body. you’re seeing stars and the words roll off your tongue, “please, mhh, almost there!”

satoru groans. he can feel the delicious fluttering of your cunt around his cock, the telltale signs of an orgasm building. he has half a mind to pull out completely and let you writhe and beg him some more.

he contemplates it for a few seconds. the second your eyes start to roll back, signaling your impending climax, his cock slips out of your pussy. you whine and push your hips back in search for his dick- to fill the void he left.

satoru jerks himself off at the pitiful sight. he rubs his veiny shaft between your slick folds before slapping the tip against your cunt, letting it catch onto your entrance for a few times.

“begging like that isn’t going to get you anywhere. y’ can do better,” your boyfriend encourages in a sultry tone. one of his hands rest on your tummy, fingers splaying over your clothed skin. another filthy smack of his tip against your slit makes you shiver, “come on.”

you bite your lip out of frustration. you arch your back each time the fat head of his cock catches onto your gaping hole, hoping to slip it in, but you can't. you tilt your head back and lock eyes with satoru close up behind you.

“please let me cum, 'toru. i'll be good, i promise,” you beg with a lewd pleading expression. one that make satoru's balls tighten with the urge to cum as well.

with a low groan, satoru snaps his hips forward, burying his dick inside of you once more, “there ya go. good girl, knew y’ had it in you.”

the praise and familiar feeling of his dick stretching you open is enough to push you over the edge. you nearly black out as your cunt spasms around him, your juices gushing out to coat his length and balls.

satoru grits his teeth once he feels your tight cunt clench viciously around his throbbing cock. your orgasm has a domino effect on your lover, causing him to hastily chase his own release. “shit! take it, princess. take it all inside this greedy fuckin' cunt,” he hisses and grinds his pelvis against the fat of your ass.

satoru buries himself to the hilt before his cock jerks and pulses, emptying his balls deep inside of you. his fingers dig into the meat of your butt, holding you in place as he grinds against you, making sure every last drop of his seed is nestled into your waiting womb.

“there y’ go, mhm—taking my load so deep,” your lover sighs and lowers his head, resting against your back. he hugs you tightly to his chest while you both catch your breath. he rides out his orgasm slowly, still grinding against you while he leaves lazy kisses on your nape.

a minute passes before you've regained your composure, somewhat. you smile as satoru kisses your temple lovingly, praising you for taking him so well. the switch back to his usual gentleman personality is much needed after such an intense moment.

“thank you, babe. i needed that,” you giggle as you rest back against his chest. thick, pearly globs of cum escape your pussy, dripping around his cock and onto your thighs, but neither of you could care less. the clean up is a problem for later.

satoru chuckles back at you as he leaves another loving kiss against your cheek. “i knew you did,” he murmurs and pets your head, “my poor girl has been working so hard on her assignments, hm? poor, poor baby.”

you playfully roll your eyes at the overexaggerated concern in your lover's voice, however you appreciate it.

satoru doesn't bother to pull out. first things first; he needs to get you all comfortable again and give you the aftercare you deserve. his hands massage your hips as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, acting all lovey-dovey like he hasn't just shown you a more dominant side of him.

“how ‘bout we go home and order some food? we can cuddle and watch a movie together, ‘kay? i’ll take care of you, princess.”

[wcnderlnds]

battlefield | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: running into your ex boyfriend during the squid games was the last thing you expected ・❥・word count: 719 ・❥・warnings: uh... usual squid game stuff. ・❥・ authors note: this is a short one just to test the waters but im obsessed with this man after watching squid game 2 <333

There he was. The last person you’d ever expected to see in this place. Player 230. Choi Su-Bong or, as the world knew him as, Thanos. The bright purple hair had been easy to spot. The last few months had been spent avoiding him so why did fate want to throw you together in this place? Wherever the hell this place was. You still weren’t even sure but as you walked up the stairs to the first game, you didn’t really care. All you wanted to do was lay low and make sure that Thanos didn’t see you. A conversation with your ex boyfriend was the last thing you wanted.

Things had ended badly between the two of you when he’d lost all his money thanks to the crypto scam. It had changed him, turned him into someone you didn’t recognise anymore so when the arguments started and his behaviour became erratic, you knew you had to get out of there. So, you did. You left and had never looked back. All you wanted was enough money to get out of the city and far, far away. There was nothing here for you anymore. If you could win the games then you could finally start fresh somewhere.

Walking through the doors onto a floor of sand and brightly coloured walls, you heard the voice of Thanos talking to his friend. Instantly, you looked down at the ground, hoping he didn’t see you. Unfortunately for you, he had stood next to you. His eyes scanned your face before recognition lit his eyes up.

“Senorita!” He said in a sing-song voice, wide grin on his face as he outstretched his arms. “What are you doing here? Come on, give me a hug.”

“None of your business and no thanks,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’m hurt,” he splayed his hand on his chest over his heart. As much as he was using his confident swagger to irritate you, deep inside he couldn’t be more glad to see you. “Not even going to give me a chance to talk, huh? That’s stone cold.”

As the rules of the game echoed through the speakers, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. His hand had raised to his friend to stop him from talking to him so he could get a proper look at you. When you had left, that had been the breaking point for him. Everything had gone downhill from there. For so long he’d been trying to seek you out, to apologise but he knew you’d been avoiding him. Your friends wouldn’t tell him where you were, your family had chewed him out the second he had showed up on their doorstep so, eventually, he’d given up. But, here you were.

As Player 456 shouted out about the game being a lie and that you were going to die, your head shot up. Surely he couldn’t be telling the truth, right? Red Light, Green Light was a children’s game. At most you were probably going to be out of the running for the cash if you were caught moving.

“He’s crazy,” Thanos said. It was his way of trying to comfort you. He had instantly noticed the slight panic in your eyes, the way you were rubbing your hands against your thighs. “Don’t listen to him.”

All you could do was nod but there was a gut feeling inside you telling you that maybe it wasn’t entirely all crazy talk. Something about this whole thing felt off. Your eyes caught some girl talking, her hands waving around then suddenly she was on the ground. Instantly, fear gripped you, your stomach dropping. The room around you started to spin – you were really going to die here.

“Hey, hey,” Thanos had reached out, his hand gripping yours as he stood in front of you, back to you. “Stay behind me. I won’t let anything happen to you. You hear me? Stay behind me.”

“But… what if…” The sheer panic in your voice made his heart clench.

“No. We’re both getting out of here alive, okay? Now, stay behind me.” His protective instinct had kicked in. Right now, he didn’t care if you hated him. All he cared about was making sure you survived this so maybe, just maybe, he could finally make things right.

[meticulousmaker]

another random thing that stands out to me rewatching Steven Universe as an adult:

throughout the show there's this clear Vibe that Steven has inherited some big magical destiny, right? and it makes sense narratively: he's the son of Rose Quartz, leader of the rebellion, now being raised by her friends who were the last remaining survivors of an interstellar war. he's like a human child in most ways, except he has magical powers that start to become more obvious as he's getting older. no one like him has ever existed before. it's a big deal. raising him and figuring out how he's going to grow is its own unique challenge, because nobody knows what to expect. so of course there's this magical destiny vibe, given all that.

What's interesting to me, though, is that this magical destiny is in no way literally, physically present in the story, it's just something everyone kinda feels. Like, there's not some ancient prophecy about a half-gem, half-human savior. He's not the Chosen One in any literal sense, he just happens to give off Chosen One vibes. And I say that's interesting because it means that the fact he was kinda raised with this Chosen One vibe is completely a decision everyone around him made, for better or for worse. And the show is aware of this, because the weight of Rose's legacy and everyone's expectations of him is a constant theme, and as Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl all grow and develop, they also realize the downsides of them putting those expectations on a child. Like, Steven spends his whole childhood being told about how great Rose was, and how because he's inherited her gem he will probably inherit her powers - and that's not necessarily a bad thing. Imagine how awful things could have been if Steven had no exposure to the Gems and no knowledge of what they were or how they worked, and then his powers started coming in? It was hard enough even when he was surrounded by the most qualified Gem Experts on Earth. But being primed for all of this "you're going to have your mother's magical powers" stuff put a heavy weight on his shoulders, and then the fact that nobody else quite knew how his abilities worked meant he was constantly faced with the adults in his life looking to him with concern because they didn't know what was happening with him. That's gotta leave an impression on a kid - and, well, throughout the show and especially in SU Future we definitely see that it does.

I like the way the show handles the pressure that's put on him, and the fact that everyone is just... trying their best in a completely unprecedented situation. Nobody knows what to do or how to raise this kid, and that inevitably causes problems but everyone is trying. And Steven can feel that everyone is trying without knowing what to do and he just wants to help and not be a burden and none of his caretakers have said that he's a burden but he can feel everyone's confusion and concern and the expectations he's not living up to and he cares so much, about everyone, about everything. He's in an extremely unique position that grants him opportunities to help that nobody else has, and he feels like he's failing everyone if he can't fulfill that, and in the end it never should have been his job to fix things but somebody had to try. Somebody had to try, and he was one of the only people with the ability to stop the Diamonds, stop the war, stop the lies, stop his world and everyone on it from being destroyed... and he was just a kid.

[celestialmancer]

...Highkey was not. Expecting this one ramble I wrote of Ishtar to end up digging into some really personal vulnerabilities around my own.

...But. After several months of wanting to start opening the doors to rambling on these things (& chickening out) I finally. Got things down.