#weird baby things that explode i love it

[sorbeez]

Hi hello its been a few days or whatever YES but i literally hate finishing pieces so i have a dozen wips and nothing ever gets finished for reals

This is based off a silly lil chat about Ghost using their companions to fly, wanted to draw it because thats literally so silly?? Best thing ever??

[onehundredelevven]

Toji w/ preggy wife + out-of-this-world cravings

Toji stared at the counter. The ingredients you demanded sat before him like a challenge issued by the gods: instant ramen, whipped cream, peanut butter, and pickles. A lineup so vile it could send even the most daring chef into an existential crisis.

"Are you serious about this, or am I just getting pranked?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

You sat on the couch, legs crossed, a pillow pressed against your baby bump as you gave him the most innocent look in return. "Dead serious."

"You want ramen topped with this… stuff? And you're gonna eat it."

"Yup."

Toji groaned, running a hand through his dark hair. Of course, you had to pick this moment in your pregnancy to throw curveballs at him. The man was many things—an ex-hitman, a gambler, a loving yet blunt husband—but a gourmet chef? Not so much.

Still, he got to work. He boiled water, ripped open the ramen packet, and eyed the whipped cream like it might explode if he got too close. The sound of the kettle whistling filled the silence, but your voice broke through soon after.

“Don’t forget to add peanut butter! Like a lottt.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, spooning a glob of it into the pot and stirring like his life depended on it. The smell was… not great. Toji’s nose wrinkled in pure, unfiltered disgust. “You sure this ain’t gonna poison the kid?”

“It’s what the kid wants, Toji. I’m just the messenger,” you quipped.

When it was finally done—complete with pickles carefully arranged on top—Toji approached you with the steaming bowl in hand. He hesitated, watching your excited expression as you reached for it.

“I can’t believe you’re actually gonna eat this. You’re insane,” he muttered, plopping down beside you on the couch.

“Hey, you married me,” you shot back, grabbing the bowl and digging in with absolutely no hesitation.

Toji watched, equal parts fascinated and horrified, as you slurped up the ramen, the whipped cream melting into the broth in a way that should’ve been illegal. He leaned back, arms crossed, still trying to wrap his head around the scene.

“This is actually amazing,” you said between bites, offering him the spoon. “Wanna try?”

He recoiled immediately, glaring at you like you’d suggested he jump off a cliff. “Not in a million years, woman.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t knock it ‘til you try it!”

“Yeah, well, I’ll take your word for it.”

Despite his grumbling, he stayed by your side, handing you napkins, fetching water when you needed it, and even cleaning up after you finished. Disgusted or not, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d let you handle it yourself.

Later that night, as you snuggled into him in bed, you mumbled, “Thanks for putting up with me. And the weird cravings.”

Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hand resting protectively on your belly. “Tch. Don’t mention it. Just don’t ask me to eat that crap.”

But even as he complained, you knew he’d do it all over again if it made you and the baby happy.

[satoblue]

you hear her before you see her — little socked feet thumping across the wooden floors, her proud little huff as she stomps into the kitchen. you peek around the corner just in time as she rushes in, clutching a piece of paper in her tiny fist with determination.

“done!” she declares, holding up her latest masterpiece. “mama, papa, look!”

mama (you) and papa (satoru) immediately straighten up from where you’re both seated at the kitchen table — as if you’ve been summoned by royalty. which your husband would argue is true as his baby girl is a princess and therefore you are his queen.

this is simply routine. a ritual, even. the fridge is already cluttered with at least six “family portraits”, all pinned up by magnets. some were crooked, all colorful of course — and every single one was met with the kind of awe usually reserved for moon landings.

satoru scoots his chair out loudly and squats to eye level with her, his blue eyes wide with reverence.

“lemme see, lemme see!” he says excitedly with impatient wonder as she holds it out like a priceless treasure (it is) — before he releases a dramatic and amazed gasp.

it’s three stick figures again on a slightly crumpled piece of paper. she’s improved — there are actual clothes this time. the one in the middle is definitely her: pink dress and rainbow hair (very creative) — drawn and erased three times at least to absolute perfection.

you point to one of the people beside her that you assume is you.

“oh my gosh. is that mama?”

she nods, hair bouncing with pride. and the drawing is… earnest. you’re off to one side, hand freakishly large for your otherwise normal proportions but your (real) hand presses to your chest like you’ve been moved beyond words.

and then there is satoru.

his stick figure has a disproportionately massive head and a gaping, oval mouth along with the signature humongous feet your daughter will not stop drawing on him. you choke on your laugh before it escapes, clearing your throat just in time.

satoru’s brows furrow as he squints at it.

“hmm. princess,” he starts gently, tapping the side of his nose, “why does papa’s head look like a balloon ready to explode?”

she smiles up at him innocently, rocking on her heels. “because, um…” she takes her time formulating her words, “because mama said your head is big and that your mouth is big too! mama says you say weird stuff all the time. i had to show it!”

satoru gasps loudly — very much offended. the words feel like an attack straight to his heart — his very soul. and by one of his favorite girls? it’s like betrayal of the highest form.

“a true visionary.” you finally murmur behind your hand, shoulders shaking as you try not to burst into full laughter.

your husband glares and pouts your way, as if expecting you to back him up — which is very telling as he hadn’t said anything the last time when she drew you with devil horns and a pitchfork because you mercilessly made her clean up her own toys.

he had even said: “no way! we have a prodigy on our hands! the next picasso lives under our roof!”

“big mouth? me??”, he squawks as if the very notion was outlandish and uncalled for.

your little one nods. “and mama has a big hand,” she adds helpfully, pointing to the oddly oversized palm on your stick figure, “because she’s always smacking your head when you say weird things.”

“oh.” you blink.

“i am under attack in my own home,” satoru moans, clutching his chest while your baby giggles at his theatrical reaction. “by my own flesh and blood! betrayed!”

“and yet,” you tease in addition, getting up to take the drawing from your daughter with a loving pat to her hair before walking it over to the fridge, “this still goes in the hall of fame.”

your little girl beams, bouncing on her toes before skipping off to start her next project while satoru mumbles something under his breath about artistic slander.

you pin it next to the others on the fridge with a glittery unicorn magnet where it’ll stay as evidence of your ridiculous, perfect little world.

“this is quite a collection we’ve got here.”

satoru wraps an arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i think that’s my new favorite…” you whisper.

“well, then, i stand corrected,” he replies gravely into your shoulder. “ladies and gentlemen, behold — a masterpiece in crayon. she even gave you five fingers this time. i’d consider you lucky.”

you laugh, leaning into him.

[imtaashu]

𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔📸

(Teaching Him to Use Polaroid Camera 📷 )

✮ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader ✮ Summary: You try to teach Bucky how to use your Polaroid camera. He ends up more interested in taking pictures of you than anything else. One kiss. One photo. That’s all he wants… or so he says. ✮ Genre: Soft Fluff, Domestic Vibes, Clingy!Bucky, Hurt-Your-Teeth Cute ✮ Word Count: ~2.3k ✮ Warnings: None, unless you count excessive pouting and unrelenting affection 💌Author Notes: This one’s pure mush. Like sticky marshmallow fluff on a warm day. Clingy, pouty Bucky, armed with a Polaroid and zero chill, is here to ruin your day in the sweetest way possible. Inspired by the idea of him just wanting something to hold onto when you’re not home. 😭 🩷 Please enjoy — and yes, he will ask for another photo in the middle of the night. Based on ✦ this ✦ request.. thank you @buckyismysafehaven 🫶🏻 ✦ welcome to my bucky brain rot. masterlist lives here ✦

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“you know this isn’t a weapon, right?” you ask softly, raising a brow at bucky, who’s holding the pastel blue polaroid camera like it might explode.

“are you sure?” he replies, squinting suspiciously at it “feels like it’s got a mind of its own.”

you giggle, gently pushing his arms down “babe. it’s literally made of plastic.”

“so are landmines in cartoons.”

“okay, soldier,” you tease, taking it from his hands and showing him, slowly “this is the lens. this is the shutter. this button here—”

he cuts in, voice low and all heart-eyed “you’re really hot when you go all teacher mode, y’know that?”

“bucky.”

“sorry.” (not sorry at all.)

✦✦✦

ten minutes later, he’s already used half the film.

not one photo of furniture like you suggested.

just you.

you tying your hair up.

you reaching for the remote.

you laughing with your head thrown back, nose scrunching just right.

“you were supposed to practice with objects, not your emotionally-unavailable girlfriend,” you say, flopping dramatically onto the couch.

he hums, carefully tucking the latest photo into his wallet “the couch doesn’t smell like vanilla and steal my hoodies.”

you peek over. “what are you doing with that one?”

“backup.”

“backup??”

“yeah. in case you go to the grocery store without me again and i spiral.”

✦✦✦

click. you blink. “did you just take one without asking?”

he smiles, slow and sleepy, cradling the photo like it’s treasure.

“you looked real soft just now. had to keep it.”

“you can’t just collect pictures of me like—like trading cards.”

“why not?”

“because i probably look weird in half of them!”

he walks over, lifts your chin with gentle fingers “you’ve never looked weird. not to me.”

twenty minutes later, you’re wrapped in a hoodie that almost eats you alive, legs tangled in a blanket on the couch.

“don’t even think about it,” you mumble, not even opening your eyes.

“i didn’t say anything!”

“you don’t have to. i can feel it. you’re staring at me like i’m a sunrise.”

caught. he pauses, camera halfway to his face “okay, but hear me out: the angle? god-tier. the light? holy. your face? illegal.”

you groan into the pillow “you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re breathtaking.”

“that’s not gonna get you another picture.”

“…worked seventeen times already.”

eventually, he curls up beside you, cheek smushed against your shoulder, arms tucked around your waist.

he’s quiet for a while—just tracing little patterns on your skin then, he whispers, shy “can i take one of you kissing me?”

you blink. “like… a photo?”

he props himself up “yeah. just one.”

you hide under the blanket “nooo, that’s so embarrassing!”

“what? why!”

“i don’t look cute when i kiss. i squint weird.”

he gasps like it’s the most offensive thing he’s ever heard “your kissing face is my favorite face!”

“bucky—”

“i’m serious! that’s the face that says you love me.”

You stay quiet.

he softens, leaning down with a pout so genuine it borders on tragic.

“baby.”

no response.

“baby please.”

silence.

“you don’t love me.”

you peek out. “bucky.”

“you don’t. that’s why you won’t let me have a picture. my heart is broken. i might cry. this is the end of bucky barnes as we know him.”

you start laughing.

he immediately flops into your lap with a dramatic groan.

“just one photo of my girl loving me. is that so much to ask?”

“you’re a menace.”

“i’m your menace.”

finally, you give in. one kiss. one photo.

he sits up straighter than a soldier, camera ready, eyes wide and sparkling like he’s about to meet santa.

you lean in. kiss him softly.

click. his lashes flutter. His hands tremble slightly as he gently fans the developing photo, like it’s sacred.

and when the image comes in?

he just whispers, barely audible “…wow.”

later that night, while he’s asleep, you find the photo tucked into his wallet next to his dog tags.

you trace your thumb over it and smile.

he stirs, catches you looking.

“needed something to hold onto when you’re not home,” he murmurs.

“bucky, i was gone for ten minutes today.”

“and they were the longest ten minutes of my life.”

next morning, there’s a new polaroid stuck to the bathroom mirror.

you, fast asleep, curled into his chest on the back, in his boyish handwriting

“this is what peace looks like.”

and when you roll your eyes and tell him he’s obsessed?

he grins without missing a beat

“with you? yeah. obviously.”

-end

[inseobts]

hello i apologize if this is a lot but i'd love to req a fic w/ zoro, law, ace, sanji where reader is normally mature but has cuteness aggression to animals, & when she started dating them, she does it to the boys too- suddenly clinging onto them while aggressively peppering their faces w/ kisses or squeezing their cheeks & just being so overly proud of them & showering them w/ compliments, it can be a common occurrence or it takes the boys by surprise lol you decide ^o^

also, thank u for ur service to the op community on tumblr 🫡 the quality & frequency of ur fics are impressive, i always look forward to ur updates♡

Clingy Combat Cuddles

characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace (x fem!reader) + chopper (platonic but with zoro too)

a/n: they're kinda short because I didn't have many ideas, so I added chopper (ofc it's platonic tho + it has zoro in it!)

words count: around 0.4k - 0.6k each

tags: fluff, humor, cuteness aggression, established relationship (except for chopper ofc)

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Zoro:

The deck of the Sunny is peaceful. The sun is warm. The sea is calm. A perfect day.

And Zoro has just fought a sea king.

You're watching from the side, arms crossed, lips pressed together, trying to stay cool and composed. Like always.

But Zoro walks past you, shirt still off, a little cut on his cheek, sword resting against his shoulder and he scowls at the deck like it personally offended him.

That’s it.

That’s the moment.

Your brain breaks.

You lunge at him without warning “Zoro!”

He turns his head, barely reacting in time before you wrap your arms around his neck, jumping slightly so you can hang off him, nuzzling your face into the side of his jaw.

“YOU WERE SO COOL!! You chopped that thing like shing shing BAM! My big strong grumpy samurai baby!”

He stiffens “Oi! What the—”

You grab his face between both hands, squishing his cheeks together like dough.

“Look at this face! So serious! So brave! So slicey! UGH!!”

You start kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, even his frown line like you're on a mission.

Zoro is frozen. Arms hanging in the air like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

“…Did you hit your head?” he finally mutters.

“No!” you say, still kissing him “I just... I have a thing!”

“A thing?”

“Yes! I get aggressive when things are too cute or too cool or too brave! Like when Chopper does his little dance or when cats squish into boxes—and now you!”

He gives you a blank look “So… you're calling me cute?”

“No,” you say seriously “I’m calling you the cutest deadly thing I’ve ever seen and I want to eat your face in the most loving way possible.”

“...What.”

A few feet away, the rest of the crew is watching like it’s a new show.

Luffy’s grinning, sitting on the railing “He’s gonna explode.”

Usopp is pale “I’ve never seen her like that. That’s terrifying.”

Sanji’s cigarette hangs from his lip, forgotten “He doesn’t deserve that level of affection, but damn if I’m not jealous.”

Robin chuckles “So, this is what she’s like when the mask slips. Fascinating.”

Back to Zoro who now has you hanging off his front, kissing under his chin while mumbling things like “my battle bear” and “look at this terrifying angel”.

He finally puts a hand on your back, awkwardly “…You’re seriously not joking.”

“Nope,” you chirp, grinning like a lunatic “I’m so proud of you I might die. Look at you! Protecting everyone without hesitation. You’re amazing.”

He stares at you. Then down at his swords. Then at the deck.

“I just killed a sea king.”

“And it was HOT.”

Zoro groans and hides his face behind your shoulder.

Later on you’re sitting on the grass, your head in his lap, Zoro finally having managed to drag you somewhere quieter. Sort of.

He’s sharpening his swords, jaw set, pretending he’s not enjoying the way you keep sneaking kisses to his thigh.

“You done acting weird?”

“Nope,” you say, immediately reaching up to pinch his cheek again “You’re mine now. This is the price.”

Zoro sighs, annoyed.

But he doesn’t move your hand.

Instead, he glances down, and there’s a tiny hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips.

“You better not do this in front of enemies.”

“No promises.”

“…Tch.”

You grin and tug him down for another forehead kiss.

And this time, he lets you.

── .✦ Sanji:

You’ve been good today. Calm. Collected. You kept your hands to yourself through breakfast, through a minor skirmish with Marines, and even through Sanji’s dramatic backflip dodge while holding two plates of soup.

But now… Now he’s plating dessert.

He hums a little as he swirls whipped cream into perfect little peaks.

His hair falls over his eye just a bit, and there's flour on his cheek.

You try. You really try.

But no... You’re losing it.

“Sanji—” you say, voice tight.

He turns with a warm smile “Yes, my love?”

You’re already marching toward him.

“Oh no,” he says, eyes wide with anticipation “Is it time?”

“It’s time.”

You slam into him like a heat-seeking missile, arms wrapping tight around his middle as you squish your cheek against his chest.

“TOO PERFECT. TOO BEAUTIFUL. TOO TALENTED” you shout into his shirt.

Sanji laughs and drops the whipped cream just in time to catch you with both arms.

“Mon dieu, you’re doing it again. You’re going to kill me with affection.”

You grab his face “GOOD. DIE WITH LOVE.”

You start smothering him in kisses: forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, ears, rapid-fire smooches with increasing intensity.

Sanji nearly melts.

“Chérie, please, my heart can only take so much—”

“Look at you!” you cry, squeezing his cheeks “Your stupid little smile and your perfect food and your gentleman act! You’re SO ANNOYINGLY AMAZING!”

He practically purrs “Say that again.”

“You’re the most beautiful, talented, wonderful man in the world and I want to chew your stupid perfect face like a mochi bun.”

He gasps softly “Marry me.”

“I might do.”

“Then we have to arrange it all.”

Later that evening, you’re sitting peacefully on a chair, flipping through a book.

Sanji walks past you carrying a tray of tea and pauses.

He glances over his shoulder.

You glance up.

There’s flour on his sleeve.

His shirt is rolled up to the elbow.

He’s humming again.

You’re holding it together, but barely.

He smirks “You okay, mon amour?”

You stare.

He walks closer “You’re looking at me like I’m a chocolate cake with legs.”

You slam the book shut and launch up, but before you can pounce, he spreads his arms wide like an invitation.

“Come here, ma chérie. Ruin me.”

You leap into his embrace and he spins you around, laughing as you kiss his face over and over and over.

“You’re shameless!” you giggle.

“I’m in love,” he says dramatically “If your kisses were a drug, I’d be long dead.”

“I will squish your cheeks into dumplings and feed them to seagulls.”

“Please do.”

“You’re too pretty, it’s unfair.”

“I’ll ugly it up a little. Give me a day.”

“NO! I love your face, I’d wear it like a scarf if I could.”

He fake-swoons “Do it. Take it. I’m yours.”

“Is this… normal now?” Zoro mutters as he watches you pin Sanji against the wall of the kitchen, attacking him with affectionate nibbles and kisses while he happily takes it, hands holding your waist like he’s never been more at peace.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Nami says, sipping her drink “They’re like this almost every day.”

Brook hums “Yohoho! True love is terrifying.”

Robin smiles behind her book “At least it’s harmless. Though, she did try to bite his nose once.”

“She did bite my nose,” Sanji calls out helpfully “It was magnificent.”

Zoro turns away, muttering, “Get a room.”

“We have a room!” Sanji replies “We’re just taking the scenic route!”

Hours later, you’re snuggled on the couch in the kitchen, your head on Sanji’s lap, while he runs his fingers through your hair.

“You good now, love?” he asks gently.

You sigh “I think I emptied the tank.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead “You can refill it tomorrow. I’ll be ready.”

You open one eye “You really don’t mind when I get like that?”

He smiles “Mon amour… I live for it.”

You smile too “You’re gonna regret saying that.”

“I hope I do,” he says “Over and over again.”

── .✦ Law:

Law is reviewing maps. His fingers tap against the table in a steady rhythm, eyes darting from note to note. His crew has just docked at a remote island, nothing dramatic today. Just calm preparation.

You're leaning against the wall, watching him.

He’s focused. Serious. In control.

You normally admire that about him.

But now?

It's making you suffer... a lot.

His eyebrows furrow slightly. He mumbles something about currents and wind speeds. His lips move with precision. His fingers glide over the paper and...

... and that’s it.

You break.

“Law” you say, voice suspiciously innocent.

He hums without looking up “Mm?”

You walk up behind him slowly. Too slowly. His head lifts just slightly, eyes flicking toward you, narrowing.

“…What are you doing?” he asks flatly.

You don’t answer.

You leap onto him from behind.

“AHHH—”

He jolts forward a little as your arms wrap tight around his neck, your face burying in the side of his head.

“YOU’RE SO SMART. SO FOCUSED. I WANNA BITE YOUR BRAIN THROUGH YOUR SKULL—IN A LOVING WAY!”

“WHAT—?! Y/N—what are you—”

You pull back only to grab his face and start kissing it in a fury. Forehead. Nose. Cheek. Jaw. Temple. Eyelid. Repeat.

“SO! SMART! AND! SEXY! AND! SERIOUS!”

“Are you having some kind of episode?” Law says, voice strangled.

“Yes,” you gasp “It’s called cuteness aggression and you’re the disease.”

Minutes later, Law is leaning back in his desk chair, defeated, while you sit on his lap like an overjoyed little goblin, hands on his cheeks, staring at him lovingly.

“You’re not supposed to be like this” he mutters.

“Like what?” you blink innocently.

“You’re usually calm. Rational. Controlled.”

“I lied,” you say sweetly “That was just the bait phase. This is my final form.”

Law sighs and covers his eyes with one hand “I can’t do diagnostics like this.”

“Sure you can,” you whisper, kissing his nose again “You just need to adjust to your new life. With me on your lap. Forever.”

He mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “help”.

“Too late,” you say “I’ve chosen you.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re perfect. Look at this little line between your eyebrows. It’s my favorite. Can I kiss it?”

“No.”

You kiss it anyway.

He tries to work. He really does.

You're sitting nearby. Quiet. Reading. Acting like a normal person again.

Then Law says something offhanded, like, “The odds of ambush are low, but possible.”

You immediately drop the book.

You spin in your seat.

“Low but possible? SO. ARE. YOU. That’s you. You’re a low-chance rare-drop man. A mythic legendary boyfriend. I’M GOING TO KISS YOUR EARS.”

“Please do not kiss my ears.”

You pounce again “TOO LATE!”

You squeeze his face gently, tilt it like he’s a confused doll, and begin your assault.

He groans “This is emotional terrorism.”

“You love it.”

“…I don’t hate it.”

Later that night, you’re laying together in his quarters, the world quiet, your head on his chest. He’s stroking your back slowly, finally calm again.

“You’re weird” he murmurs.

“Yup.”

“I liked you better when you were pretending to be emotionally stable.”

You smile into his shirt “Liar.”

“…Yeah,” he mutters “I am.”

You lift your head just enough to look him in the eye “Do you want me to stop?”

He hesitates.

Then, softly “…No.”

You grin “Good. Because I was going to keep doing it anyway.”

He presses a kiss to your hair “Of course you were.”

── .✦ Ace:

Ace drops out of the sky like a meteor, lands on the deck with a dramatic crouch, and tosses a flaming Marine cannon overboard like it’s a beach ball.

Everyone cheers.

You’re already running toward him.

He stands up, beaming, shirt half open, flames still curling off his shoulders.

You throw your arms around him like a tackle.

“BABY!! YOU LIVING INCINERATOR! MY FLAMING HERO!!”

He laughs, wrapping you up tight “I missed you too, firecracker!”

You grab his cheeks.

“I am going to smooch you so hard your freckles become stars.”

“PLEASE DO.”

You slam kiss after kiss to his face, and he laughs through all of it “Wait—no, don’t stop, I’m just surprised! You’re usually the calm one!”

“That version of me is dead,” you say seriously “You dropkicked a cannon midair. I’m going feral.”

“Finally!” he cheers “Join me in chaos!!”

You bite his cheek lightly.

He gasps “I’m in love.”

The rest of the crew watches you both clinging to each other like human Velcro, nuzzling and giggling and attacking each other with affection.

“It’s like watching two puppies roll down a hill” Marco mutters.

Thatch wipes a tear “Beautiful. Gross. But beautiful.”

Ace is now spinning you in a circle while you repeatedly yell, “YOU’RE SO STUPIDLY HOT, IT MAKES ME ANGRY.”

“YEAH?! GOOD! I WANNA BE HOT FOR YOU FOREVER!”

“STOP SMILING LIKE THAT YOU HANDSOME PIECE OF SUNSHINE!”

“I CAN’T, YOU’RE TOO CUTE WHEN YOU YELL.”

Later, Ace plops down beside you, sweaty and soot-streaked after another skirmish. He opens his arms wide.

“Do your thing” he says.

You blink “What thing?”

He grins “You know. That thing. The... 'aggressive cuddles and I-want-to-chew-your-face' thing.”

“Ohhh, you want the full package?”

“Yes please.”

You tackle him to the ground instantly.

“MY BEAUTIFUL DUMB IDIOT. MY FLAMING HOT DORK. MY BRAVE EXPLOSION HUSBAND.”

You kiss his forehead.

Then both cheeks.

Then his jaw.

Then you pause.

“You smell like smoke and sea salt.”

“Romantic, huh?”

“You smell like danger and I love it.”

“I love you.”

You pause again “Ew. That was corny.”

“You just licked my face like a cat two minutes ago.”

“Fair.”

At night, lying in a hammock together, he holds you tight against his chest. The wind is quiet. The sea gentle.

He brushes his fingers through your hair.

“You really don’t get embarrassed?” he whispers.

“Not when it comes to you” you murmur back.

“Even when you call me a ‘beautiful flaming dumbass’ in public?”

“Especially then.”

He grins into your hair.

“I like this side of you” he says.

You look up “You mean the clingy one that kisses your nose in front of your whole crew?”

“No,” he replies softly “The one that doesn’t hold back.”

You smile.

“Then you’re stuck with me.”

Ace kisses your forehead.

“Good. Because I’d set the world on fire before I let you go.”

── .✦ Chopper (+ Zoro):

“Okay, next patient,” Chopper says proudly, flipping his clipboard “Let’s see Y/N, it’s just your check-up!”

You sit on the exam table swinging your legs “Yup! I’m ready, Doctor Tiny Genius.”

“I told you not to call me that” he mutters, hiding his flustered face behind the clipboard.

You lean down and whisper, “But you are a tiny genius.”

“Stop iiiit,” he whines, blushing, “I’m just doing my job!”

You watch him waddle around the room with his little doctor coat and stethoscope.

He’s so smol. So serious. So determined.

You can’t hold it.

“Chopper,” you whisper “Come closer.”

He looks up, confused “Huh? Why?”

“Come. Closer.”

“Are you okay—?”

You snatch him right off the ground and CRADLE him in your arms.

“TOO CUTE. TOO KIND. TOO FLUFFY. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I’M GONNA EXPLODE.”

“W-WHA—?!” Chopper’s face is glowing red “W-WAIT! I—I’m your doctor—!”

You rub your cheek against his fuzzy face “You are my doctor AND my emotional support reindeer. Let me love you.”

“You’re squishing my antlers—!”

“They are precious and I would die for them.”

Chopper flails, but doesn’t really try to escape. He’s used to this. You do this at least once a week.

“I’m gonna tell Zoro!” he threatens, kicking gently.

“Zoro loves it. He thinks you’re cute too.”

Zoro is leaning against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold.

You cradling Chopper like a plush toy while Chopper pretends to be mad but actually leaning into your touch.

Zoro sighs... and smile.

“You’re enabling her” Chopper says accusingly.

Zoro shrugs “You are adorable.”

“Not you too!” Chopper squeaks.

You smirk “See? I told you.”

Zoro walks over and gently ruffles Chopper’s hat “Deal with it, doc. She only does this to her favorite people.”

Chopper freezes. Blinks. Looks between you and Zoro.

“R-Really?”

You nod and boop his nose “Only the elite get aggressively snuggled.”

He goes completely red, squeaks, and buries his face in your shoulder.

“Okay... but just for five more seconds.”

You squeeze him tighter “Ten.”

Later, as you finally let Chopper go, he adjusts his little coat and clears his throat.

“I’m still your doctor” he says sternly.

“Of course, Doctor Cutie.”

“Don’t call me that! …I mean, you can, but—wait, no, don’t make it a thing!”

Zoro pats his head on the way out “Too late.”

You lean over and whisper to Zoro “I’m gonna dress him up as a little surgeon plush next time.”

Zoro smirks “I’ll hold him down.”

[bunjywunjy]

Hi I just learnt that grebe the bird existed and I am intrigued do you have any knowledge to drop on the dudes

BOY DO I! grebes are my favorite waterfowl!

they're specialist divers and fish hunters, and they're a pretty wide group with a LOT of species!

and they're all freaks. every single one of them.

they're most closely related to FLAMINGOS, of all things, which is why their feet are so weird! they evolved completely separate from other waterfowl like ducks and geese, so they did the flipper thing totally backwards.

this is going to be a theme, nothing these birds do is normal.

unlike other specialist diving birds (coughcough LOONS coughcough), they aren't totally incompetent on land! just, again. total freaks about it.

aaagh I love them so much I might actually explode

also they swim like frogs, babies can dive pretty much immediately after hatching, and adults can minutely adjust their buoyancy in the water at will like a fucking submarine. you just can't make any of this shit up.

weirdest fucking bird 100/10

[feelingdozy]

NIGHT ESCAPADE - Johnny Storm

Summary: Thinking Johnny's left you for his usual weird activities in the middle of the night, you wake to a soft sight before you of him and his nephew instead, and suddenly you're giving in.

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, domestic johnny, kissing, johnny professing his love again, reassurance etc, franklin steals the show

w/c: 1.0k ･ a03 ･ prompt list ･ dividers

Johnny made a habit of sneaking around at ungodly times of the evening.

Whether it be a snack, or something to keep him at ease like turning on the television and watching a show, you'd wake up unpleasantly cold and the other side of the bed lonely.

You patted the mattress just to make sure, slowly rising from the bed as you stomped around the compound, looking for your boyfriend in his late adventures and random inquiries for things he definitely did not need at the moment.

Except this time- this time wasn't what you expected. He wasn't in the kitchen, living room, nor on the balcony.

He was cradling Franklin while exiting from Sue and Reed's shared room, cooing while rubbing his cheek with his, mumbling don't cry's, your favorite uncle's here now.

Your heart almost exploded. The sight stunned you so much so that you were very, very awake now. And very intent on watching the scene unfold in front of you.

Franklin's little fist was gripping onto a strand of Johnny's hair, giggling as he rocked him up and down while spinning slowly. He made little woosh noises like he was flying, gently raising his hands up and down to simulate it.

When he made the full 360, he met your eyes and immediately stood straight, stopping in his tracks with Franklin following, also just noticing your presence.

"Hey..! Baaabbe.." unsure of how you'd react to him being up so late while also bothering the baby had beads of sweat already collecting on his forehead, trying to sweetly call your nickname like a persuasion into no lectures this time around.

Instead of a stern tone or a mocking phrase, you had simply replied with "You're insane, you know that?" Light and airy.

That stunned him even more- disbelief covered his features as you took a few strides towards him, disheveled appearance not sparing you any mind while you ran a finger through his soft locks, then cupped his head as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, then one to match on Franklin.

His ears immediately flushed, and he malfunctioned as you giggled.

"You're so cute- and lucky. Very lucky."

"wait" he whines, reaching for your wrist as he adjusts Franklin to a better position over his hip.

He pouts as he says it, "Proper kiss?" And perks his lips dramatically into a kissy face.

You huff out a laugh before your hand splays across his shoulder, finding yourself gently molding against him, smile wide and cheeky as his free hand cradles your neck to deepen it.

You slap his chest at that, "Johnny! The baby"

"He's doin' okay!" And almost on cue, Franklin starts to babble and cutely claps his hands, making Johnny swell with pride and both a satisfactory tendency to prove himself right.

"See?" He comments lowly, like saying I told you so in his own manner.

"Now, how are we gonna get the little one back to bed now that you've woken him up with all your sweetness and kisses, hmm?" He retorts,

"Bottle! On it ma'am" and you struggle not to let out a laugh as he almost trips down a step on the way to the kitchen to warm one up with Franklin still in hand.

"Here, pass em" you're doing grabby hands towards him when he lifts Franklin obediently over to you, letting you kiss his cheek before you follow in his footsteps by cooing in the baby's ear and poking at his sides.

You take a seat on the couch to wait as it heats up, both fatigue and sudden exhaustion creeping slowly into you.

"Such a cute little one, aren't ya?" His tiny fingers are grasping for your cheek, one attempting to hang on and feel the skin while the other stays by his side in rebellion.

"My wife" you hear whispered from behind you, and you whip your head around to see johnny peaking over your shoulder at the sight of you and Franklin playing.

"W-what?" Franklins fussing a bit, so you have him in your hands while he jumps around to get his energy out, Johnny filing himself around the couch and maneuvering to sit next to you and hand the baby the bottle.

"seeing you like this.. it makes me- makes me feel it. Like everything's perfect, and you love them, love him just as much as I do. And that counts as a lot" is he sniffling? He's terrible at hiding the tears that threaten to drop at the soft sight, it always clenches his heart.

To see you, connect immediately and so earnestly while around his family that now they're basically yours too, and all of it is his to cherish. How you clasp his hand back, clammy or not and you hold it in yours as long as you can.

You help around the house even when he tells you that you don't have to, yet you persist because you don't want to be the only one doing nothing.

He's in deep, and what he's seeing right now is the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life growing old with.

"I feel like I don't tell you how beautiful you are." He says, almost smitten like it's a hidden confession he's waited off on.

"Johnny.." you mumble at his words.

"I love you, you know that right? I'd never trade it for the world" as he says that, you're already leaning in for a hug against his lean chest, met with the sturdiness of both him and his scent, feelings and all out in the open for you to know.

"I love you too, even when Franklin's chewing on my finger like it's his teething toy" he huffs out a laugh that cascades more tears down his cheeks, but it's okay, because he's happy- he's happy that you're happy, and Franklin's happy.

He's happy here, with you, sleepless nights where you put up with him obnoxiously and others where he sleeps like he's the baby.

And when Sue, Reed and Ben find the three of you cuddled up on the couch with Franklin coddled and protected safely in between the two of you like his own personal shield while a blanket rests on top, they all smile with knowing.

Because they're happy too.

thank you for reading :) requests are open! || Marvel Masterlist

[thatonegrimm]

Can you do the Saja boys with a sassy reader ? Please

Yes yes yes—this is gonna be so fun. 😌🔥

🌙 Saja Boys x Sassy!Reader

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🧿 Jinu

Jinu didn’t know what to do with you at first.

You called him “spellboy” and “rulebook with legs.” You poked fun at his dramatic speeches and perfectionist tendencies. You made fun of his color-coded pantry.

“You know no one’s grading your seasoning technique, right?”

He flushed. “I like things in order.”

You grinned. “Adorable. Like a haunted librarian with control issues.”

He was horrified. Then deeply flustered. Then… kinda into it?

Because for all your sass, you never mocked what mattered. You just knew when to push him. When to tease. When to lean in and smile like you knew you’d already won.

And Jinu? He loved the challenge.

So, eventually… he tried to push back.

“Well at least I don’t smell like sarcasm and impulse decisions.”

You blinked. “Did you just weaponize my aura?”

He panicked. “Yes? No? Paprika?”

You laughed so hard he had to leave the room.

He tried again later—with contour and cheekbone jokes.

You told him he was glowing and kissed his cheek.

He’s never recovered.

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💪 Abby

You roasted Abby daily and he loved every second of it.

“Those muscles are for show. I’ve seen you cry during animal commercials.” “That dog deserved love,” he sniffed.

You called him a himbo. A protein-obsessed golden retriever in gym shorts. You mocked his love for flexing while doing completely normal things like making toast.

Abby just beamed at you like you were paying him compliments.

But one day, he got brave. Too brave.

“You’re like a… spicy pigeon!”

You blinked. “A what?”

He panicked. “You know! Small and aggressive but also cute???”

He bought you bird-themed apology cookies. You teased him while eating one shaped like a chicken nugget. He called you his favorite bird anyway.

Later, he whispered to Romance, “They’re chaos. But I like that they talk to me like I’m human.”

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📚 Mystery

You called him "the Cryptid King of Brooding." Said he was 80% shadow and 20% passive-aggressive silence. Once told him he looked like a cursed Victorian cat ghost.

He blinked. You blinked.

Then he smiled.

Mystery never reacted much. He’d just watch you, silently, like you were a riddle. And then later, he’d leave a post-it note somewhere weird that said things like:

“Your mouth moves faster than fate.”

He did try to sass you once. You teased his dramatic hoodie collection and he replied:

“I don’t talk much because I like the sound of you failing out loud.”

You: “EXCUSE ME???”

Mystery: sips tea like nothing happened

You still haven’t won that round, but he also keeps a file of your best comebacks written in his handwriting.

He calls it “field research.” You call it what it is: romantic.

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💋 Romance

You were his dream sparring partner.

You: “You think every problem can be solved with eyeliner and innuendo.” Romance: “And yet here we are. You’re still in love with me.”

He flirts? You roast. He poses? You roll your eyes.

You once called his morning routine “budget drama club cosplay” and he fainted theatrically onto a couch pillow.

One day, he tried to come in hot.

“You’re like a cat. If it was raised on sarcasm and emotional suppression.”

You just sipped your drink.

“I am a cat. And you? You’re the knockoff laser pointer no one asked for.”

Romance stared at you for five full seconds before collapsing into laughter and saying, “God, marry me.”

(He has not stopped proposing since.)

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🔥 Baby

Baby gives as good as he gets.

You sass him? He’s already halfway through the comeback.

You: “You lurk like a sleep paralysis demon.” Baby: “And you talk like you peaked in middle school.”

You throw shade? He throws it right back, deadpan and devastating. The group chat once exploded when the two of you debated who looked more feral in the morning—neither of you conceded.

But the moment you soften? The moment you smile at him all cocky and say:

“You like me anyway.”

He doesn’t argue.

He just stares at you for a beat too long, mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smile. Then walks off—calm, unreadable.

Later that night, you find a little container of your favorite snack on your bed. No note. No explanation.

But the lid’s sealed with tape in the shape of a tiny flame.

He never brings it up.

But the next time you sass him in public, he just raises a brow and says,

“Say that again, see what I don’t do for you later.”

And you swear you blush.

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[ikwon1c]

Cat Blocked

pairing: kwon jiyong x reader

summary: just two people trying to make love and two cats who thought it was their netflix show.

tags: 18+ smut, comedy, domestic chaos, soft dom/sub undertones, explicit content

so… i just had this weird and craziest idea 😆 also have you guys seen jiyong’s collab with line featuring zoa as the main character TT where’s my baby iye 💔 #iyeworlddomination #justiceforiye

The room smelled like vanilla, sweat, and hurried desperation. His back pressed into the soft mattress, my knees bracketing his hips, both our bodies slick with heat and tension. The kind that made every kiss a little messier, every moan a little louder. I rolled my hips with slow, unhurried control, watching his lips part as he swore under his breath, a hand gripping my thigh like it was the only thing keeping him tethered.

“Aein…” His voice cracked somewhere between a whimper and a plea. “Don’t stop. You feel—fuck—you feel insane.”

I grinned down at him, hands sprawled over his inked chest. “You say that like it’s the first time.”

��It feels new every time with you,” he groaned, thrusting up gently, just enough to make my breath hitch. “Every. Fucking. Time.”

His words were wrecking me, turning me feral. My nails dug into his ribs, head tilting back, letting out a breathy moan as I rolled my hips again—slow, teasing, cruel. The lights were dim, music humming in the background, his playlist looping between The Weeknd and his old unreleased demos. Our phones were somewhere on the floor, forgotten the moment he’d pulled me onto his lap.

His mouth latched onto my mound earlier, tongue lazy and warm, suckling until I cried out and swore at him, hands buried in his hair. Now, those same strands were wild beneath my fingers as he looked up at me like I was holy. Sacred.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice reverent. “Dripping on me like that. This pussy was made to ruin me, wasn’t it?”

A breathy laugh escaped me. “You already look ruined.”

“I am.” He sat up in one smooth motion, arms wrapping around my waist, his cock buried so deep inside me I swear I saw stars. “And I fucking love it.”

We kissed again, teeth clashing, tongues tasting, his thrusts sharper now, our rhythm quickening until…

“Wait—what the fuck?” Jiyong froze mid-thrust.

I blinked. “Huh?”

His eyes widened in absolute horror as he looked past my shoulder. “Don’t move. Just… don’t look.”

“What are you—” I turned around.

Two pairs of judgmental eyes were locked onto us from the foot of the bed.

Iye, our dramatic grey Abyssinian, sat perched on the dresser like an aristocrat catching his servants in the act. Meanwhile, Zoa, our scruffy British shorthair, was mid-lick, then paused in frozen horror like she’d walked in on her parents doing something unspeakable.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, clutching my chest instinctively even though I was already completely naked. “They’re watching us!”

Jiyong groaned, flopping back down onto the pillows. “I’m literally inside you and being shamed by a cat right now.”

Iye blinked slowly, as if saying filthy peasants.

“Do you think they understand what’s going on?” I whispered, trying not to laugh.

“I think Zoa’s traumatized,” he muttered. “Look at her. Her little cat brain just exploded.”

“I can’t do this while they’re watching, Ji!”

“Well, I can’t not do this when you’re riding me like that, babe.”

I slapped his shoulder. “Be serious!”

He grabbed my hips again, trying to stifle a grin. “Okay. Okay. We relocate. You hop off slowly… and we go to the guest room.”

“But what if they follow us?”

“They do follow us. Especially when they hear the bed creaking.”

“Jesus. We’re raising perverts.”

He snorted so hard his abs flexed. “Babe, cats are like living security cameras. They see everything. They probably saw us in the shower yesterday, too.”

“Zoa literally tried to jump into the tub that time!” I yelped, suddenly scarred.

“Okay. Plan B,” he said, deadly serious. “We maintain eye contact… with each other only. Don’t break focus. Block them out. Like snipers under pressure.”

I gave him a deadpan look. “Snipers aren’t usually naked and has their dick inside me.”

“Details.”

But we tried. God, we tried.

I began to ride him again, slower this time, trying not to glance at the dresser. Jiyong’s fingers dug into my hips as he muttered filth in my ear, teeth grazing my neck, trying to pull me back into our own little world. His cock hit a spot that made me cry out, head falling forward onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, Aein.”

Until a loud thud echoed.

I turned my head just in time to see Zoa leap from the dresser onto the bed, landing directly beside us with an offended meow.

“NO—” we both shouted in unison.

Chaos erupted. Iye leapt down with all the grace of a pissed-off god. Zoa pawed at the comforter like she was trying to bury our sins. I screamed. Jiyong was laughing so hard he slipped out of me.

“You little shit!” he howled, grabbing a pillow and tossing it toward Zoa, who bolted out of the room like she had just seen Satan.

Iye walked—no, sauntered after her, but not before giving us one final, scathing look.

“What the fuck just happened,” I gasped, sprawled on his chest, heartbeat wrecked.

“I think we got cockblocked. By our cats.”

We stared at the ceiling in stunned silence. Then we both burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Do we—do we even try to finish?” I wheezed.

Jiyong rolled us over, his knee parting mine again. “Oh, we’re finishing. But now the door’s locked, and we’re pretending we don’t own cats.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

I raised my eyebrow. “I’m not a cat, Jiyong.”

He leaned down, smirking against my ear. “No… but I love your kitty.”

I gasped in mock offense, slapping his arm then moaned when his hips rolled forward, slow and deliberate.

“What the hell, Ji…” I looked at him incredulously, half moaning and half laughing.

He laughed while still moving, kissing the temple of my head.

And this time, with the door locked, the lights low, and nothing but our ragged breathing filling the room — we finished without interruption.

[wendichester]

safe and sound was absolutely beautiful 🥹 dad!dean is one of my faves, and for every story i read about him as a dad, i truly believe it’s like he would have had been if he would have had a child of his own 🩵 could you write sth with dean and his bby about she having her first sleepover ever? baby winchester can have the age you prefer, but i know sth for a fact, dean wouldn’t sleep that night, he would miss his girl until he picks her up, but he would also very sooo happy that she has a relatively more normal childhood than he did ✨

no one can change my mind, dean winchester deserved the world 😭

₊˚⊹♡ first night, forever girl,

summary. dean's gone through a lot, but dropping his little girl at her first sleepover? that's the hardest thing he's ever had to do in his entire life

pairing. dad!dean winchester x 8yo daughter!reader genre. fluffy fluff

wordcount. 645

notes / warnings. dean winchester being the world's most emotionally repressed softie: no actual sadness—just man vs. sleepover-induced heartbreak

Dean’s standing by the Impala like he’s witnessing the end of the world.

His daughter—his baby, his tiny tornado of a human—is halfway up the walkway of her friend’s house, backpack bouncing and braid swaying, when she turns and beams at him with her whole face.

And Dean Winchester melts.

She waves. “BYE, DADDY! LOVE YOU!”

“Love you more,” he calls back, voice caught somewhere between proud and panicked.

She vanishes inside. The door shuts.

And Dean stands there, alone on the porch, looking like he just got dumped by the love of his life. Which, technically, he kind of did.

“She’ll be fine,” Sam says gently from the passenger seat when Dean climbs back into the Impala, still staring at the house like it might explode. “It’s a sleepover, not the end of the world.”

“You don’t know that,” Dean mutters. “What if they give her the wrong kind of mac and cheese?”

Sam blinks. “That’s your concern?”

“It matters, Sam.” Dean grips the steering wheel like it’s a lifeline. “She likes the spiral kind. Shells are a betrayal.”

Sam snorts and pats his shoulder. “You’re a wreck.”

“She's never been away for the night,” Dean mumbles, eyes on the rearview like she might suddenly sprint back out and change her mind. “Not once. She still can’t reach the top cabinet without a chair.”

“She’s eight.”

“Exactly.”

Sam doesn’t argue. Because he gets it—they never had this. A childhood with birthday parties and glittery backpacks and sleepovers. Dean made sure she did.

It’s 11:37 PM when Dean finally stops pacing.

She would’ve been tucked in by now. Maybe they’re watching movies. Maybe she’s cold and too polite to ask for an extra blanket. What if she forgot her toothbrush? What if—

BZZZT.

Dean’s phone lights up.

[Photo attachment] It’s her. Wearing a fluffy headband and a pink face mask, making peace signs with two other girls and grinning so wide her eyes are little crescents.

Dean stares at the picture like it’s a sacred text.

Text from: Cece's Mom

"Face masks + Barbie movie night = best time ever! She’s glowing! 🩷

Sam leans over the couch. “That her?”

Dean flips the phone so he can stare at it alone.

“…She’s having fun,” he says, and there’s something weird and wet behind his voice.

Sam smiles softly. “Like she should.”

It’s well past 1 AM when Dean gives up on sleep.

He’s lying on the couch, fully dressed, one arm draped over his eyes. The baby monitor he hasn't used in years is weirdly back on his nightstand. The light in the hall is still on. Just in case.

He keeps looking at her bed like she might appear there by magic.

He misses the soft shuffle of her socks in the hallway. The way she always comes in three times before bed—to ask for water, for a hug, for just one last chapter of her favorite book.

She’s fine. He knows she’s fine. But Dean Winchester doesn’t know what to do when the most important person in his universe isn’t under the same roof.

When he picks her up the next morning, she runs out the door, messy-haired and still in her unicorn pajamas, and barrels into his chest like she never left.

“Hi Daddy,” she says, half-yawn, half-giggle.

Dean holds her tight—just a little longer than usual.

“Did you have fun?”

She nods against his neck. “So much fun. But I missed you.”

Dean’s chest tightens.

He pulls back and smiles down at her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, baby. I missed you too.”

He ruffles her head, helps her into the Impala, and gives the other girl's mom a grateful nod and a small wave.

The door shuts.

And this time, when he drives away, she’s in the backseat—home, safe, sleepy—and humming along to the radio.

Dean exhales. Finally.

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[jo-com]

₊˚🍰₊ ⊹ ➛ Voicemails

Lando Noriss x Ex!Fem!Reader

୨ৎ Summary: A series of voicemails Lando left in the quiet aftermath of your breakup —

୨ৎ Genre: Post- Breakup, Angst

୨ৎ Note: Been wanting to write again so here it is! Not proof read and there are some grammatical errors. Hope y’all enjoyyy

ARCHIVES ⭑.ᐟ

Voicemail 1: Hey baby…i uhm just wanted to check up on you. I know that we agreed on not calling or texting each other but fuck i miss you so much, I regret ever hurting you like that.. please call me back, love you always.

Voicemail 2: Sooo, i was buying these snacks for me and then I saw your favorite food and just.. it reminded me on how much you like eating them and out of habit I picked it up and bought it hahaha… Just wanted to share this, sorry for disturbing you.

Voicemail 3: I know i promised to stop doing this and just move on, you've just been on my mind lately... [sigh] why am i doing this to myself.

Voicemail 4: Hey… I drove past your street today. I wasn’t planning to, it just… happened. Funny how everything reminds me of you, even when I’m trying not to look. Anyway… I hope you're okay. That’s all.

Voicemail 5: It’s late. I couldn’t sleep again. I keep reaching for you in my dreams, and waking up to nothing. I know this is selfish — I’m sorry. I just needed to feel like you were still out there, even if you’re not mine anymore.

...

A long and deep breath left pass your lips— hearing his voice and the things that came out of it made your heart ache even more. The hurt and feeling of loneliness was still evident from the way you've isolated yourself from everything.

You wanted nothing more than be freed from this torment of hearts and just block him all together but at the same time you were holding onto something that you knew was never going to be the same again.

The tears you never even noticed was now sliding down your cheeks, "Fucking hell" you mumbled under your breath.

You quickly wiped it away— not letting yourself show any vulnerability or any kind of weakness.

...

Voicemail 6: I saw your favorite movie on TV tonight. I almost texted you to tell you, like I used to. It’s stupid, I know. You’re not waiting for my messages anymore… but I guess some part of me still is.

Voicemail 7: Do you ever miss me? Even for a second? I keep asking myself that, like the answer will change something. I don’t even know why I’m leaving this. I just— I miss who we were.

...

After hearing the last message he sent, every being in your whole body was screaming to just answer him, but like they say “The heart wants what it wants, but the mind knows what it needs.”

...

Voicemail 8: I saw this coffee place you would’ve loved — all moody lighting and weird art. I almost took a photo to send you. [chuckles] Old habits, I guess. Anyway, I didn’t. Just thought you’d find that funny. Or maybe you wouldn’t. I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.

Voicemail 9: Do you ever feel like you made the right choice, but it still hurts like hell? That’s where I’m at. We ended for a reason... I just wish reason didn’t feel so empty.

...

You've contemplated for a while now and decided to call him back. With shaky hand you went to your contacts and saw his number that was pinned at the top— you forgot you ever did that, it was a long time ago but i guess you just got used to it and forgot along the way.

Every cell of your body was now filled with adrenaline, heart beating so fast, hands shaking abruptly and your chest heaving like crazy, as if you were but to explode with this overwhelming feeling.

The long silence filled your empty room, it was defining to say the least.

With a deep sigh, you finally gathered all your strength and pressed the call button. Your legs bouncing of the ground as you waited for him to pick up.

"Y/n?" he spoke— answering on the first ring.

You hesitated on speaking and was just focused on his voice that was calling out to you. You can practically hear the excitement and confusion on his tone.

You let out a lengthy cough that hid your shaking voice and finally answered him. "Hey..uhm I just called to say that you should stop with the voice messages."

Everything became silent for awhile, it was eating you up to say those words but you two needed to stop torturing one another and just move on.

Lando sighed deeply, "oh okay sorry to bother" and hanged up.

It left you broken— hearing his voice crack from your words. You never wanted this but was for the best.

Or so you thought.

You spent your whole day reliving the conversation, it just bugged you that it crushed him. You’ve decided to just go with the flow and fuck whatever your mind says— your heart clearly belonged with his so what the hell.

...

NOTIFICATION

1 Unheard Voice Message from My girl💞

"Hey Lan… I don’t even know if you’ll listen to this. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. But I need to say this. I know we ended things, and maybe we both thought we were doing the right thing at the time. But looking back, it feels like we got caught up in something we didn’t fully understand. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t care. That was never the case. I’ve heard every voicemail you left. Every word. I couldn’t help it. I just needed to hear you, even if it was through all that distance between us. I miss you, Lando. I miss what we had. I don’t want this misunderstanding to be the end of us. If you’re willing, I want to try again. I want to fix this. I just need you to know that. Call me back, Okay?"

[targaryenluvs]

— OPPOSITES ATTRACT

pairings: clarisse la rue x aphrodite!daughter!reader (romantic) percy jackson x reader (platonic)

summary: the one where percy jackson has to wrap his head around the fact that the nicest person he’s met at camp, is dating clarisse.

warnings: kinda crack ficy in my opinion, fluff, smooches, capture the flag, reader is percy’s saving grace, percy sees the reader as a sister

a/n: i just got inspired okay? ✊🏽

percy’s feet were booming, heard from afar as he ran to the creek’s shore. the ares trio hot on his tail as they chased him down. he knew he couldn’t run forever, he’d have to fight, but how on earth was he going to win against three trained teens?

as if clarisse wasn’t frightening enough already, her scream sent literal chills down percy’s back, guess she really likes spears? he thought to himself.

the sounds of cheers and celebration drew the pairs attention as luke planted the opposing teams flag into the floor. they’d lost. percy felt clarisse’s grip falter, only slightly, but not when she saw the flag, clarisse’s eyes were currently trained on something behind him. more bullies? “there you are! i was waiting for you, wanted to show you my new and improved skills.”

clarisse let go of him and he couldn’t believe it, the rage in her eyes seemed to dissipate the second you came around. you, the sweetest person he’d met here, were friends with that thing?

that thing was capable of feelings?

his jaw dropped at the sight of clarisse’s hands on your cheeks, listening to you ramble on about who you’d fought and defeated in the woods, the pretty butterfly you’d seen. percy’s eyes were so close to popping out of his skull as clarisse kissed you, deeply. then he wanted to vomit as hands traveled and tongues met.

at dinner that night you sat by luke and chris, happily eating away as your hand rested on a book infront of you. “hey perce! come sit down.” you patted the space next to you as he accepted. “what’re you reading?” percy stared at the cover you’d flipped over to display to him, well he wasn’t expecting that. “where’d you get it from?” you pointed towards your girlfriend proudly, “she said she knew i’d like it, isn’t that sweet?”

percy’s weird version of a smile caused you to frown, “your smile is scaring me.” he immediately dropped it as you laughed, causing him to nudge you. “don’t be rude, i’m just a baby.” percy hadn’t felt so comfortable with someone since his mother. you pinched his cheeks, “naw, yes you are.” he swatted your hands away as you giggled, percy stared at you, studying you.

shining eyes, a beaming smile and an enchanting personality, truly a daughter of aphrodite, yet you dated clarisse. it didn’t make sense in his head, but from what little scenes he’d seen between the two of you, if you were happy than he was too, “what do you see in clarisse? why are you with someone so—” you turned to look his way, percy was worried you’d be offended.

but of course you weren’t, “because i like her percy, and she likes me. she’s absolutely gorgeous, if she wasn’t already a daughter of ares or i didn’t know? for sure aphrodite. and, people are always misunderstood, just because someone seems like a bad person, doesn’t mean they are. when clarisse and i are together, i see the best parts of her, always. i love her regardless, but there’s obviously things that you don’t tell everybody you just meet, or if you aren’t super comfortable with a person then you won’t show all the parts of yourself. i think, when you love someone you accept all parts of them, the good, the bad, the worst. you love someone despite their flaws. clarisse is good to me, and i like her, that’s all that matters. you’ll understand when you find someone yourself perce.”

he sat still, raking over your words in his head, “if one person can feel that way about someone else, they’d explode.” you laughed at his words, he was still young of course, he’d understand soon, you had a feeling. “i’d happily explode because of how much i love her.” you glanced back at her, only she wasn’t there.

“well i don’t want you to explode, i do want to spend my night with you.” clarisse stood behind you with her arms crossed, you could see percy tense up at her presence. with your hand on his, and your eyes reassuring him, he smiled, “i’m happy for you, but if she try’s anything i’m more than happy to beat her ass for you even if i’m broken in half.”

clarisse couldn’t hear his whispers, thank god. your smile was small, placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed percy’s forehead, “my protector, now no one can try anything with me huh? thank you perce, if you need anything here at camp, or if you just want to talk and eat those blue foods of yours—” his arms wrapped around your neck tightly as you recovered from the force.

“thank you.”

“any day perce, any time.”

and percy sat back, watching the two of you walk away hand in hand. a clear thought rung through his head.

opposites attract.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Could U maybe do an mpreg with Billy Hargrove finding out he accidentally got his bf pregnant? Or any of the stranger things guys

Three Days Gone

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Male reader

Fandom : Stranger things

Tags:Established Relationship, Mpreg (always possible), no upside down au, Accidental pregnancy

Word count :844

The roar of Billy's Camaro was a familiar sound in Y/N's quiet, tree-lined street.

Billy slammed the car door shut, the metal protesting with a loud clang. He stalked towards Y/N's house, his usual swagger replaced with a restless energy. He hadn't seen Y/N in three days. Three long, agonizing days where Y/N hadn't shown up at school, hadn't answered his calls, hadn't even bothered to leave a goddamn note.

He pounded on the door, the force of his knock echoing through the quiet house. "Y/N! Open up! What the hell is going on?"

The door creaked open, revealing Y/N. He looked tired, drawn, and… smaller somehow. His eyes, usually bright, were shadowed with a nervous anxiety.

"Billy," Y/N said softly, his voice barely a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Billy exploded, pushing past Y/N into the house. "What the hell do you think? You disappear for three days, don't answer your calls, and you expect me to just sit around and twiddle my thumbs? I thought something bad happened!"

He paced the living room, his anger simmering beneath the surface. The familiar scent of Y/N's home, usually a comfort, now felt like a suffocating reminder of his absence.

"I’m fine, Billy." Y/N said, his voice barely audible. "I just haven't been feeling well."

Billy stopped pacing, his eyes narrowing. "Bullshit. You're always telling me when you're sick." He closed the distance between them, invading Y/N's personal space. "What's really going on?"

Y/N flinched, stepping back slightly. He avoided Billy's gaze, his hands fidgeting nervously in front of him. "I… I need to tell you something."

Billy's anger deflated slightly, replaced by a knot of unease. Y/N was acting weird, even for him. "Alright, spit it out."

Y/N took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling unevenly. He looked up at Billy, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and worry. "I'm… I'm pregnant."

The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Billy stared at Y/N, his mind struggling to process the information. Pregnant? Y/N? His baby?

He laughed, a harsh, disbelieving sound that echoed through the room. "You're shitting me, right? This is some kind of joke?"

Y/N didn't laugh. His face remained pale and serious, his eyes fixed on Billy's. "No, Billy. It's not a joke. I'm pregnant."

The laughter died in Billy's throat. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind reeling. "How…? I mean… What the fuck?"

He stared at Y/N, his expression a mixture of disbelief, shock, and… something else. Something he couldn't quite name.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "Yes, Billy. I'm sure."

Billy turned away, pacing the room again. He was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, confusion, disbelief, and… yes, a flicker of something that felt suspiciously like excitement.

He was Billy Hargrove. He was supposed to be carefree, wild, untamed. He wasn't supposed to be tied down, burdened with responsibility. He wasn't supposed to be a father.

But then he looked at Y/N, standing there with his head bowed, his hands protectively touching his stomach.

He saw the man he loved, the man who had somehow managed to chip away at the walls around his heart, the man who was now carrying his child.

He stopped pacing and turned back to Y/N, his expression softening. "Hey." He said, his voice gentler now. "Look at me."

Y/N raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with tears.

Billy stepped closer, reaching out and gently cupping Y/N's face in his hands. "It's… it's going to be okay." He said, the words sounding awkward and unfamiliar on his tongue.

Y/N sniffled, a small, watery sound. "Are you… are you mad?"

Billy hesitated. Mad? Of course, he was mad. He was terrified. But he couldn't let Y/N see that. He couldn't let Y/N think that he was alone in this.

"No." He said, his voice firm. "I'm not mad. I'm… surprised. But I'm not mad."

He lowered his head and kissed Y/N softly on the lips.

"What are we going to do?" Y/N asked, pulling away from the kiss.

Billy shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I don't know. But we'll figure it out. Together."

He reached out and placed his hand on Y/N's stomach, it was too early to feel a thing but it was comforting.

"So…" Billy said, his voice laced with a nervous excitement. "We're having a kid. A little… hellraiser."

Y/N smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his face. “Yeah, I hope they're not too much of a terror"

Billy chuckled. "Yeah, well, with my genes, good luck with that."

He wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling him close. "Seriously, though," he said, his voice softening. "We'll be okay. I'll be there for you. For both of you."

[spicygrilledscorpio]

Cat got her tongue - LN

Summary: Y/n is in heat and is too shy to ask for Lando’s help. While her lovely boyfriend decided to be a tease.

Warnings: SMUT, horny!shy!reader, teaser!Lando, fingering (f!receiving), pet names, penetrative sex, unprotected (don’t do that), orgasm denial (i think that’s it lemme know if missed any)

Notes: My first fic hit 1k i’m so happy, thank you for you guys support. Also still English is not my first language so sorry if anything sounds weird. Hopes you guys enjoy 💗

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Y/n is probably the shyest person Lando ever met, and that’s also his favorite thing about her. However surprisingly, Y/n and Lando have a very high sex drive. Because of y/n’s shyness, she never says no to Lando, but he always makes sure she’s ok with it of course.

However, today was another case. They were chilling on the sofa in Lando’s apartment. Her boyfriend was sitting on the ground playing Fifa while she was lying on the sofa reading her new book. Everything was going alright, Y/n managed to focus and successfully finish 2 chapters until she reached the “spicy part” of the book.

“With a groan, he pushes into her while she gasps out loud, adjusting to his size…”

Y/n’s face starts burning as she squeezes her thighs together as she looks down at her boyfriend. As much as y/n wants to ask Lando, which she knows he will be willing to help her, she’s too shy. Normally, y/n never has to ask for an orgasm, she’s actually getting too much of it. Lando’s friends tease him saying that they’re like bunnies, always on top of each other. However, in this particular situation, she needs him. Y/n tries to shift her attention back to the book, but the words just fly through her head and she can’t help but imagine Lando on top of her. Y/n’s whole body was on fire and her face practically looked like a tomato and ready to explode at any given moment.

“Lan-” Y/n can’t help but call out for his help

“Hm?” Lando asks, eyes still glued to the screen

Y/n sat up and looked at him but didn’t reply

“What’s wrong baby?” Lando turns around to look at her red face

Y/n still doesn’t reply but looks at him with teary puppy eyes, hoping he’ll get it and help her out. Lando did indeed figure out what’s going on with his girlfriend but instead of helping her out, he decided to be a tease

“Can’t help you if you don’t tell me, hm?” He questions in a teasing tone, moving up to join her on the couch, face only inches away from hers. His hands were on her hip as he guided her to straddle him. Y/n had her arms wrapped around Lando’s shoulder as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, still struggling to get her words out because of her shyness and the overwhelming feeling of needing to be satisfied. Hip grinding down onto his crotch letting out some quiet whimpers.

“Use your words, princess,” Lando said in a stern voice, whispering in her ears.

“Need you” Y/n can’t help but let out a small whimper, given she’s almost half naked, only wearing panties and Lando’s sweater, sitting on her fully clothed boyfriend.

“At least use your manners, god,” Lando says mockingly. Watching her cute face getting flushed everytime she gets shy, Lando just can’t stop teasing his beloved girlfriend. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please?” She mumbled into his neck

“God, you’re so fucking cute” Lando chuckled. Their hands moved down to take off her panties. His fingers start going up and down her folds, collecting your wetness. “You’re soaked”

Y/n’s face gets even redder, looking like a chili at this point. She hates it when he says things like that, just because it makes her even more embarrassed than before, which is also why he loves dirty talk, he loves seeing her crumble for him. Lando’s fingers start rubbing her clit in a circular motion, drawing soft moans from her.

“I-I’m close” Y/n moans as Lando inserts two fingers inside of of her. Thrusting in and out at a brutal speed, he starts scissoring her, touching her G-spot in every thrust. But just when she was about to cum, he took his fingers out. She finally removed her face from his neck just to look at him in confusion.

“Not yet”

“I want you to ride me” Lando whispers in her ears, sending shivers down her spine. Y/n frowns and pouts looking at him, not happy from being denied her orgasm and being demanded to ride her boyfriend. Well, not that she had a problem with it, just that she is shy, and she’s pretty much a “pillow princess”, and Lando loves her since he prefers being on top anyways. However, since he’s in the mood for teasing her to her breaking point, Lando makes her ride him.

“That’s the only way you’re getting off, princess” Lando states looking at your pouting face, extremely unsatisfied with her boyfriend.

Y/n shuffles to unzip his pants and pull down his boxer, revealing his hard member, now leaking precum. She lowers herself slowly, having a hard time adjusting to his size. After taking in all of him, Y/n starts bouncing on his cock. She tries biting her lips to muffle her moans, throwing a tantrum since she’s still not happy from her orgasm denial earlier. However, her intentions fail miserably, as Lando's hands sneak down to stimulate her clit and she can’t help but let out a loud moan. His mouth covered her nipple and start sucking it, adding to the pleasure.

Y/n’s legs were shaking from the overstimulation and her speed slowed down. She can barely ride him at this point and just grinds on him, but it wasn’t enough. She knows she needs his help, but still finds it hard to speak up.

“All you have to is ask, bunny,” Lando said as he saw her slowing down

“Please,” Y/n says with tears welling in her eyes, on the brink of rolling down.

Lando holds her hips and starts moving her up and down on him, combined with his thrusts upward, he’s hitting all the right spots. The sounds of their skins slapping together with wet sounds of her arousal and his precum filling the room. Y/n’s pretty sure that their sofa is ruined for good but that’s not their focus right now.

“Lan I’m cumming” The overwhelming feeling took over her, pushing her to the edge.

“Cum for me princess”

Y/n squeezes her eyes shut as she’s about to cum “Eyes on me baby” Lando demands, always loving to see her face when she’s falling apart for him. Y/n keeps eye contact with him while she cums, just the way he likes it, and lets out a loud squeal, milking him as he spills inside her. Lando lays her down on the couch as he pulls out of her, parting her legs and staring at his cum leaking out of her hole. Lando takes his phone takes a picture and puts it in his hidden album.

“Do you have to stare?” Y/n asks, squeezing her thighs together to hide it.

Lando just chuckled and went to get a towel to clean her up.

“I love you so much, even though sometimes i think cat got your tongues, you’re so cute”

[scriptseekstories]

Thou Art With Child?!

Chapter 2- Homebound

A/N: Well well well, look who’s back with another chapter and totally not avoiding the fact I have to write the next chapter for my Batfam story 😎

I’m kidding 😭 I’ll get to it, yall have 12 chapters let the other stories get some light to my account

Affogato cookie works hard to get what he wants. He wants to watch his rivals crumble and fall to be on top. Yet he seeks to be understood, he yearns to be recognized for what he has worked for, had given up, and created for.

You worked hard to be what you always wanted to be. You want to help cookies at their lowest to see them rise to the top. Yet you wish you could be more, you yearn to run with them, the ones who wrapped their arms around your heart.

The both of you require something that may not ever be achievable by being alone, but maybe it can be found in the solitude of you and Affogato… and Baby Dough.

“There we go, all cozy and secure,” You set your bundle of joy on your bed, dusting away any old dust that collected from the years to prevent Baby Dough from sneezing.

You were getting the hang of this being a new parent to this baby dough, which was making you realize it was getting too easy. You’re sure that more trials of parenting will be ahead of you, but you’ll worry about that later.

What you need to worry about is the cookie who freed you from the amber.

“Well, now you have gotten back your lovely humble home, what shall we do now~?” Affogato cookie cooed as you walked outside where he waited for you. You hummed while looking at the mess you accidentally created from that amber exploding.

“First things, I want to get rid of that mess outside,” You turned to the mess and stretched your arms out. You didn’t wield a staff, relying on your hands as to not have a crutch when relying on an object.

But apparently being stuck in time meant your magic was wonky, because instead of gently lifting the giant chunks of amber off the ground, you send a sound wave that blasted every single chunks into the sky, never to be seen again.

“…Whoops…” You meekly said, slowly lowering your arms back down as Affogato watched with wide eyes, before having twinkles in his eyes and swooned at you.

“My my~ I’m impressed by your strength and generosity~!” Affogato cookie praised, “A cookie such as yourself must’ve been a powerful mage all those years back, and a kindhearted one too~,” He lifted his staff your way, smiling his usual sly smile.

You stared at the staff for a moment before pushing it away with a nervous grin. Affogato cookie seemed like a weird cookie to you, a little unhinged when you laid your eyes on him, but maybe it’s because of the fact he found you in a giant amber stone.

Obviously you’re not THAT stupid, and you are aware how he gives off “secretly evil and conniving” vibes. But by the disheveled and raggedy appearance he had when you first met him, he was part of some fancy and high class land until he must’ve ran away or gotten exiled.

Your brain is saying that he released you for a selfish reason and that he will most likely harm you, but your heart is not willing to turn down a cookie who is obviously in desperate distress that needs a home.

So as of right now, you’ll treat him like a guest, and deal with him like a threat later.

It took the whole day for the two of you to clean what couldn’t be organized with your magic. It was clear that Affogato cookie doesn’t have that much physical strength, watching him weakly try to push your couch.

“Obviously your couch is rooted to the ground from the years,” He defended after a moment of pushing. You giggled before effortlessly squatting down and lifting one end up. Affogato cookie’s jaw was practically on the floor seeing me easily move the couch and slapping away dust from the cushions.

“There!” You beamed, before feeling your heart drop for a moment when you saw the way he stared at you. Great, your anxiety is back. He then shook his head and did a dramatic swoon, clasping his hands together.

“Oh how truly strong you are, (Name) cookie~! I admire your power!” You immediately felt flattered, memories of how Golden Cheese cookie used to praise your strength too. You miss her…

“Let me thank you for freeing us,” You quickly responded and turn to the wall, your memories still fresh as you pulled a locked chest from under the corner shelf.

“If I know one thing about the Hollyberry Kingdom, is that the berry juice never goes bad,” You rummaged through the chest, before grinning and lifting up two big bottles of berry juice.

“Haha! Yes!” You cheered, “As a way for thanking you for freeing us, I wish to share such precious drinks with you, Affogato cookie!” You gave your best Hollyberry cookie impression you can, but immediately felt flustered by the blank look on Affogato cookie’s face.

“I don’t indulge myself with nonsense such as “berry juice”, my dear (Name) cookie,” He scoffed, “I aquire a more refined taste of sweet juice,” He placed his hand on his chest and huffed. You raised an eyebrow because he didn’t once tried to fix his ruffled appearance but shook your head.

“It’s the least I could do,” You reassured him, back to your introverted self while you sat down on your couch. He reluctantly sat on the still dusty couch, scrunching his face in disgust.

“You understand I don’t wish to partake in frivolous drinking?” He sneered before flinching when you reached out in an attempt to fix his appearance. He realized this and quickly smoothed his hair and fluffed his boa.

“Listen, I may not understand you, Affogato cookie, but I want to,” You said, watching him, “By the state your clothes looked, you were exiled from your home, weren’t you?” Affogato cookie froze, eyes snapping at yours. Did you caught on to him?! Are you doing this out of pity?!

“Hmph! As if you know anything about me, darling!” His hands twitched over to his staff, battling with his brain to simply blast a wave of poison into the air or whack your head with it as you continued.

“I wasn’t really fond of my village either, thought I was better off alone. But I found friends who made me realize it wasn’t that bad on having some company,” You said, smiling sadly while rubbing your hand on your empty glass. It may not be the best example bringing up the heroes you fell for, but it was something Affogato cookie needed to hear.

“Let’s be friends, Affogato cookie,” You smiled at him, causing the cookie to cross his arms and huffed, “Who said anything about friends? We are merely associates,” You couldn’t help but breathed a quiet chuckle when you noticed the little dark shades on his cheeks.

Just then, you heard your Baby Dough start to make noises from your room. You quickly retrieved your precious bundle of dough and soothed them,

“What shall I call you, my baby dough?” You cooed at your baby, who gurgled and giggled at your hand tickling their face. Affogato watches intently, witnessing you being a frazzled yet loving parent to this baby that looked so different from cookies he’s seen.

“Their dough… such unique patterns. Do tell, who was the other cookie?” He asked smoothly. You stopped your actions for a moment, sighting the options on telling Affogato cookie who was- or were the other cookies. It still ached your heart.

“Long gone… heh, lucked out on child support, right?” You joked, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. Affogato cookie stared at you before bursting into laughter, which made you blush hard before laughing with him too.

He truly found you amusing, so maybe he’ll enact his tricks later. Just to see how easy it is to have you in his hand without his scent.

Hours later when Doughy was finished fussing and eating mushed up jellies you made, they eventually fell asleep and you placed them back onto your bed. You walked back to Affogato cookie who still resided in your living room.

“There, Doughy is now asleep, and we- I mean, um… I could drink a little,” Now you felt embarrassed at how desperate you wanted to drink, not like you were addicted. You just wanted to ease the pain that was caused by the fact you outlived your friends and the people you once knew.

Affogato cookie rolled his eyes and leaned at the edge of the couch, seeing how much you worry about what he thinks. Yet the thought made his stomach swirl. He cleared his throat and shuffled to sit upright.

“I’ll consider in taking a sip, so you would stop looking like a kicked cake hound puppy,” He declared, eyes shut in a resigned expression, but grinned ever so slightly while opening one eye to see me excitedly smile and grab two glasses.

“Drink up!”

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“I got news!!” A voice echoed through the halls, alerting frantic guards when couldn’t manage to catch the erratic traveling archeologist.

“Who is that?” Dark Cacao cookie looked up from the table as they all flinched when the doors flung open. There panting like she ran a marathon was a cookie dressed like an adventure, huge clunky backpack ready to take her out as her glasses were tilted.

“You had no idea how much I restrained myself after passing a museum while running here!” She panted, trying to catch her breath. She then gasped and beamed at all five Ancients sitting in the meeting room she burst into.

“Olive cookie? I thought you were back at the Golden Cheese Kingdom!” Gingerbrave waved over at their archeologist friend, who almost slipped and fell at the pristine marble floors when she snapped out of her shock.

“That I was, my friend! But I couldn’t focus on rebuilding the lost kingdom because of this!” Olive cookie shuffled with her bag, huffing and panting as her backpack was larger and… blocky than usual.

“Look what fell through the sky last morning!!” She grinned while lifting a chunk of rock, “There I was, attempting to find more tunnels throughout the Golden Cheese Kingdom, when this giant clump of amber almost caved my poor head in!!” She patted her hat proudly, all the while struggling to lift the chunk of rock over her head.

“Woah! So shiny!” Chili Pepper cookie’s eyes sparkled, “You traveled all the way here since last morning?” Strawberry cookie asked worriedly, which made Olive cookie waver her off with a shrug and a smile.

“Woah ho ho!! So cool! It looks like honey!” Gingerbrave’s eyes sparkled, “Does it taste like honey?” Custard cookie III instinctively opened his mouth to eat it before being pulled back by Wizard cookie.

“Pure Vanilla cookie… look,” White Lily cookie mumbled to her long friend, who squinted closely at the rock Olive cookie ranted about. He slowly got up and walked over to where they were and crouched down.

“May I see this?” Pure Vanilla cookie gently asked, causing the adventurer to bit back a squeal and nodded excitedly. The healer held the rock dearly, as if it was meant to be gentle with and cared for. They recognized what type of rock this was-.

“Amber…” Dark Cacao cookie noted when Pure Vanilla cookie turned and set it down at the table the Ancients resided. Despite the natural creation of amber, the color such as this one they haven’t seen for years, decades even centuries, created by one cookie…

“Now normally I wouldn’t be interested in a common rock, but this fell through the sky with smaller bits! And look,” Olive cookie rambled on while pacing around the room. While Gingerbrave and his friends listen in fascination, the Ancients were staring at the chunk of amber with wide eyes.

“Specs of magic trapped inside, ancient magic that hasn’t been used for decades!” Custard cookie III gasped in excitement at Olive cookie’s words, “It must’ve been connected to that blast of light days ago!” Wizard cookie guessed, causing the Ancients to look at one another.

“What a priceless treasure,” Golden Cheese cookie ran her hand along the amber and watched as the magic dust glowed on her palm. It tickled on her dough, as if the magic was made to heal the smallest of wounds.

“Could it be…?” Hollyberry looked over at Pure Vanilla. The healer cookie opened his eyes, staring back at his old friend. They were in their own worlds right now, the voice of Olivia cookie fading away.

“Impossible…” Dark Cacao cookie gripped his sword tightly, but not from anger. If this came from the cookie they thought of, it truly wasn’t possible. It’s been almost two centuries.

“But is it truly…?” White Lily cookie looked up at Pure Vanilla cookie. This amber, this magic that is trapped inside of it, truly was one of a kind. And that was a bad sign amongst the good and hopeful thoughts.

“Whoever wielded this magic, needs to be found now,”

A/N: So far, Calico cookie is winning the polls, with Fruitcake cookie right behind! I’ll wait one more day to gather up the votes, so exciting!

Oh ho ho ho!! What else is in the future of your little family? Will Affogato cookie be the dad that stepped up? Or will you be found by the baby daddies and mommies that you accidentally baby trapped yourself with?

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[pssyscker4life]

"What's so weird about liking her?"

Syp: An obsessive guy who never really knew how a woman could be interested in a crazy guy like him. But he's so hot tho, you couldn't resist.

Warning! :satoru x f! reader! kind of a size kink? MDNI GUYS MDNI, sexual interactions, +18, a bit of dirty talk teheee :3

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who was unaware of his obsession with you until Suguru asked him.

It all started out normal; simple glances at your face, your curves, your ass. Everything seemed normal, until slowly the obsession grew bigger.

"Bro, i told you i just find her cute!" Satoru protested as Suguru just said "Sure, sure..." while rolling his eyes.

He forgot about that obsessive subject for a long time, because he believed it was a lie. You're just attractive, that's all. "She's just a girl," the white-haired boy repeated to himself every day he lost himself looking at each of your gestures.

And that level of love led him to this; In his room fucking his fist looking at your Instagram photos. Your bikini photos, with elegant dresses and a smile so charming that he swore that just by looking into your eyes he would be able to release all his precum.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who never thought about doing it, but he did witchcraft on you so that you would fall in love with him once and for all.

It was all because of a conversation with Shoko, she was talking about how she used that method to make a boy fall in love with her. And oh, of course Satoru wouldn't let that information slide when he got such a pretty girl to bewitch.

And now he's in his kitchen, writing your name on a piece of paper with a red pen and following Shoko's orders. He felt like the luckiest boy in the world; well, now you would be interested in him as much as he's interested in you.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who felt like his dick was going to explode from that text message you sent him.

It wasn't anything important, just you asking him if he wanted to go out to get something to eat. But, need I repeat? Satoru is obsessed with you, and every single move you made or every single thing you said to him made him hotter than the fucking sun itself.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who felt an enormous and unbearable need to simply bend you over anywhere and take you. They were just perverted thoughts but god he was so tempted.

He was with several girls, but he knew that you were going to be much more affectionate, much sweeter and much more submissive than any other girl.

Every thought drives Satoru crazy. He imagines you, trembling and eyes rolled behind the back of your head as he fucks you dumb. He's sure your pussy would be far more angelic than his calloused fist that he must stroke himself with while thinking of you.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who got so fucking excited when you two started dating. You had a crush on him before, but you didn't know if that feeling was mutual, so you kept it a secret.

But, the dates kept going on and on until it happened; that kiss you both wanted so much came true. It wasn't like the rom-coms on TV, but it was so magical. Your lips were so soft and pink, he swore that your lips were like touching the clouds.

He felt so cheesy at the time, but it was all worth it. Because it was you, and he was only interested in you, no one else.

And he knew that this wasn't temporary, he never felt this way. Your eyes were like seeing the most beautiful star, your touch so soft that he felt like it was all just a dream.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who felt like he was in heaven as your fingertips tangled tightly his hair as you tried to fit Satoru's length inside your wet heat.

"Nggh, 'Toru— 's too big" you complained between overstimulated sobs, which made Satoru chuckle meanly.

"C'mon, baby, i know you can take it all." The white-haired man said as he thrust mercilessly, making his head roll back in pleasure.

He felt like if he came early, he'd have to pull out of your addictive pussy. But you've already cum twice with his fingers and now you're chasing your third orgasm with a thick, rock-hard cock.

"'m cumming, 'toru! mmhh–" Erotic sounds escaped your lips as you felt a knot that needed to be released.

"Yeah? You're gonna cream all this cock, huh?" Satoru was smirking so hard that it didn't seem like he was trying not to cum the whole time. The heat was burning in your insides, and you felt your orgasm hit you like a fucking truck, so hard that you felt like that had been the best orgasm of your life.

Satoru gave a couple of hard thrusts, leaving all his seed inside you, and watching as it slowly overflowed inside you after having completely filled you with his hot cum.

Weird af! Gojo Satoru who now knows that Shoko's witchcraft trick worked, because now he has you asleep in his arms after fucking you senseless! :3

HEYYY!!! this is my first time posting on Tumblr 😺😺 Would love ya if you like and repost, that would be so sweet 😌😌

English is not my first language, so correct me if smth is wrong!