#and more spiteful and sassy

[phantom-overdose]

((I swear I lose a little piece of my soul whenever someone says that Pe.eta was "boring". People are allowed to have their opinions, obviously, but I feel like his character is so consistently misconstrued / misread as "boring" and "useless" because people think of KINDNESS as a "boring" or "useless" trait. There's SOOOO much interesting / enticing about Pe.eta as a character that's right there out in the open, you just need to read a little more thoroughly.))

[dayntee]

Oh look, IT ME. I’m in this post.

Solas does nothing but make bad choices that blow up in his face and is the poster boy for sunk cost fallacy. But also sometimes you just love a pathetic, intelligently stupid man who desperately needs some help.

Also sometimes that help requires literally beating him over the head with it.

it is always the funniest thing to see people who are solavellan-critical complain about solavellan shippers "forgetting what he did" or "forgiving" Solas for his transgression when literally every solavellan fan I've talked to for more than 5 minutes is like "that is a war criminal, he has no rights, he needs to be put in time-out and have a guardian with him at all time lest he ruins the world again" while also drawing heart-shapes around his stupid face

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

A/N: I wanted to try out making Bob more sassy like he got in the movie. Lmk what you think 

Summary: You left for a mission without warning and end up hurt. You try to hide your pain but Bob notices you're hurt quickly, it shouldn't be a surprise since he notices everything about you.

Warnings: Bob is more sassy than what I usually write, reader is hurt and talks about thinking they wouldn't survive the mission.

You were doing a fantastic job pretending nothing was wrong. To anyone else, you looked the same as always. Same steady walk, same calm expression, a fake little smile to show that you weren't screaming in pain on the inside. You even made it all the way through the side entrance, past the elevator, and into the kitchen with a granola bar halfway to your mouth before a voice behind you called your bluff.

“Really?” Bob said, from across the room. “That’s the limp we’re going with?”

You froze mid-bite. “What?”

He was leaning against the counter with a glass of water in one hand and the most unimpressed expression you’d ever seen on his face. “You heard me,” he said, pushing off the counter and walking toward you. “You disappear for eleven hours, you come back looking like you got thrown through a brick wall, and you think you can just waltz in here like nothing’s wrong?”

“I didn’t get thrown through a wall,” you muttered.

“Okay, so what was it? Off a roof? Into a dumpster? Side of a building? Plate of glass?... Your dignity?”

You scowled. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Bob raised a brow and made a face that clearly said, Tough shit.

“You think I don’t notice you wincing every time you breathe in too deep? You’re holding your arm like it’s about to fall off, and don’t even get me started on the very fresh bruise I saw peeking under your shirt right now.” You glanced down, realizing too late your hoodie had ridden up. “It’s fine.” You mumble as you adjusted your hoodie.

“You know, for someone so smart, you’re really bad at lying, at least to me.” he said, already walking toward the cabinet where he kept the first-aid kit. “Sit your ass down before I have to carry you.”

“I don’t need—”

“If you say ‘I don’t need help,’ I swear to God I will smack you with the ice pack.”

You blinked at him, stunned into silence, before finally sinking down into a chair with a long sigh. Bob dropped the kit on the table and gave you a look half fond, half are you kidding me right now? as he pulled out antiseptic wipes and gauze. “You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered, crouching in front of you to inspect the bruise. “Because if anyone else tried to sneak in here all beat to hell like this, I’d’ve locked them in the med bay for a week out of spite.” You let out a low laugh. “So this is what I get for being your favorite.”

Bob glanced up at you with a smirk and slightly softened eyes. “Damn right. You get my full, undivided, judgmental care.” He was gentle with his hands, even while cursing you under his breath. He cleaned the cut along your ribs like he was handling something delicate, but that didn’t stop the commentary.

“Didn’t tell anyone how the mission was going, you never checked in. Classic move truly. Texted me some vague shitty update about being ‘fine’ which, for the record, you are not.” He mumbled as he wrapped the gaze around you. You hung your head low knowing how upset you made him, you tried to explain yourself, “It's your day off. I thought you were off duty.”

“I’m never off duty when it comes to you,” he said, too fast, too easily, too sternly to not mean anything then looked away like he didn’t just casually throw complex feelings at your feet. The words hit harder than they should’ve, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. Not when he was already kneeling there, patching you up, cracking jokes to hide the tight worry in his eyes. Once he finished bandaging your side, he stood and set the ice pack against your shoulder.

“You’re lucky I’m not dragging you to the infirmary.”

“You’re lucky I’m letting you sass me.” Bob leaned in slightly, his voice low but teasing. “You say that like I wouldn’t do that either way.” You snorted. “You're unbelievable.” He just grinned. “That’s what you get for coming back half-dead and thinking I wouldn’t notice.”

And even though he kept joking, even though he was smirking like it was all in good fun—you saw it. The little flicker of worry he hadn’t quite managed to hide. The way his eyes kept scanning you like he was making sure you were still here.

“Seriously,” he said more softly now. “Next time? Just tell me. Let me have your back.” You nodded, guilt and gratitude mixing in your chest. “Okay.” Bob didn’t push the moment. He just pulled out a fresh ice pack, handed it to you, and grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch.

“Good,” he said, tossing it over your lap. “Now sit there and pretend to rest while I make you tea, and don’t even think about getting up. I’ll duct tape you to that chair if I have to.” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re oddly threatening for a guy who just tucked me in.” Bob shrugged, heading for the stove. “Yeah, well. I multitask.”

And he was good at multitasking. He worried while he teased. Scolded and comforted. And lucky for you, Bob Reynolds never let a bruise, or a lie go untreated.

Especially when it came to you.

Later, after the tea’s gone cold and the TV hums in the background playing some half-watched documentary, Bob is still there. You’re curled up on the couch under the blanket he gave you, eyes heavy but refusing to close all the way. The soreness in your ribs makes every shift uncomfortable, and your shoulder still throbs in dull pulses. But worse than that is the restlessness the leftover adrenaline and quiet shame twisting in your chest.

Bob doesn’t say much. He just settles into the armchair across from you, long legs stretched out, a second mug of tea forgotten on the table. “Go to sleep,” he says softly, noticing your eyes flick open again. “I’m trying,” you mumble. “Yeah? You’re failing pretty hard.” You glare halfheartedly. “I feel like I’m being watched.”

“That’s because you are being watched. Get over it.” You huff a laugh, and he smiles–just barely. “Why are you still here?” you ask, voice hushed. Bob shrugs, like it should be obvious. “You don’t sleep well after missions. Especially when they go sideways.” You blink at him. “You… know it went sideways?” He gives you a look like you just asked if the sky was blue. “I know everything.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” He shifts, elbows on his knees, voice quiet but certain. “You came back stiff, wouldn’t look anyone in the eye. You hovered like you’re trying not to take up any space. And when you’re really rattled? You fake being sleepy but you don’t actually sleep. You just lie there and stew.”

You stare at him for a moment, and something inside your chest softens, it finally gives. You didn’t think anyone noticed those things hell, you didn’t notice most of that. Bob notices everything. And now he’s watching you the way he always does gently, patiently, like he’s not in a rush for you to admit anything, just waiting for when you’re ready. 

It’s sometime after midnight when the words finally come. The room is dark except for the flicker of the TV and the harsh lights that come through the windows when cars drive by. Bob’s head is tipped back against the chair, eyes closed—but he’s not asleep. You know he’s not. You can always tell.

“…I thought I was going to die out there,” you say, voice barely audible. His eyes snap open instantly. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just waits completely still as if he's holding his breath waiting for you to speak again. “There was this moment where I just…I froze. For the first time in a long time. And it was over something so stupid. It was a small thing. A tripwire. I should’ve seen it. I’ve seen a thousand of them. But I didn’t. And I thought, ‘shit this is really it.’”

The words tumble out, cracked and raw. “And I couldn’t stop thinking how no one would know. Not for a few of hours at least. I didn’t even tell anyone I was leaving. I just... left. And then I was alone. And terrified. And pissed at myself for even being scared.”

Bob doesn’t interrupt. He just listens.

“I got out. I mean obviously I did. But—” You exhale shakily. “I didn’t know who I’d be when I got back. Or if I even deserved to come back here.” There’s a pause. You’re not crying, but your throat burns like you could. Bob finally leans forward, elbows on his knees again, voice low and steady. “You came back.”

You nod, eyes down. “And for the record,” he adds, “you always deserve to come back.” You shake your head, a bitter laugh in your throat. “You don’t get it.” He leans in, voice sharper now, but not unkind. “No you don’t get it. I do get it. I know exactly what it feels like to walk away from something and wonder if you earned the right to survive it.”

You look up, startled.

He holds your gaze. “You think I haven’t screwed up? You think I haven’t made a call I regret, or gotten someone hurt, or came back from a mission thinking I should’ve stayed behind?” Bob reaches forward and takes your hand steady, warm, grounding. “I’m not gonna let you sit here and punish yourself for surviving. You didn’t fail. You made it out. You survived. And if you’d just told me what you were planning in the first place, I would’ve been there.”

Your eyes sting, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. He squeezes your hand. “You’re allowed to mess up. You’re allowed to get scared; hell, you should feel that at times. But don’t shut me out. I notice when you disappear on me. And that matters. You matter, especially to me.”

You close your eyes, trying to breathe through the tight ache in your chest.

When you open them again, Bob is still looking at you, looking at you as if you were soft, strong, unshakable.

He doesn’t let go.

And you don’t want him to.

I making a taglist lmk if youd like to be added to Bob's :)

taglist: @itsjustisa

[shhhhimwatchingthis]

Dead Boy Detectives has everything:

Co Dependent queer platonic tough to define Best Freinds who would and have gone to hell for each other. they have an office with a cupboard full of board games, and a long history of Noodle Incident cases of '04, and also a bunch of maneuvers with code names. They are also ghosts who solve mysteries for other ghosts.

One is a sassy well read diva in a stupid little bowtie. he keeps meticulous notes, and went to hell on a technicality. he has no rizz and has a sexual awakening at the hands (paws?) of a supernatural Cat King

the other is a cheerful happy bruiser, the brawn with a pocket demension only he can navigate in his backpack, a magic cricket bat, and wells of anger deep down

they team up with a cool psychic (whos also a pretty tree) dealing with her asshole abusive boyfriend who was literally a demon while also trying to restore her memories (she also has a hilarious hate off off with the nerdy one)

then they add a sweet shut in who isn't very brave but is very inquisitive and has excellent reading comprehension and is actually the most brave

and their landlady is a hot goth Sapphic butcher who is done with their shit (but not really)

and the main antagonist is a cunt serving witch with an iron cane chewing up the scenery, just camp queen obsessed with Beauty and Revenge as she should be

she turns her crow familiar into an astrology loving twink to honeypot the nerdy one but the crow catches feelings whoops

the cat king who deserves his own mention again. he's here to seduce a stuffy British detective/tease, cause problems on purpose, reluctantly help solve those problems and mostly slut it up.

a bureaucrat learns to VERY reluctantly embrace the beautiful power of friendship after being swallowed by a fish

its set in a gorgeous seaside town with a light house! and a malt shop!

because this is all A Scooby Doo homage!

It's an episodic Case Of The Episode format! with strong serialized elements!

and as if that wasn't enough there's even Death of The Endless.

what more could any person possibly want in a show.

oh and there's a lot of really interesting themes around internalized homophpbia, abusive relationships and trauma and toxic anger and learning to love and trust and help other people again in spite of and because of the bad parts.

[rcehb-art]

“Change”

I am so much more than what you made me. — Astarion

Long post in coming…

Initially started this with the feeling of spite because some fools on Twitter said he can’t be romantic and proceeded to dog pile on someone’s harmless headcanon of Astarion giving Tav a bouquet, saying that it’s better suited for Wyll.

But along the way, I started processing my own feelings and why I fell for Astarion in the first place. He was relatable for me as a survivor and as such, it’s incredibly limiting to be labeled as “you can’t be this or that”. We are capable of being romantic. We can also be mean and sarcastic and sassy. But we are all also capable of growth and change.

And Wyll is a fantastic character. If Astarion gives you a bouquet, Wyll Ravengard will take you to a field of flowers on top of a hill while serenading you. There’s no need to pit them against each other by shoving one trait to another. It’s not an erasure of Wyll’s charms and personality and neither is it racist (bc they’re accusing others of putting a black guy’s trait to a white guy like,,, that’s too much of a reach but ok)

And the real Wyll Ravengard wouldn’t even hesitate to help Astarion buy a bouquet for Tav. He’d be so excited and he’d give tips and tricks to Astarion about setting up romantic dates. He’s just that much of a nice guy and I’d love to see more of their friendship.

[slapintoaslimjim]

Shoto Todoroki boyfriend headcanons !

fem pronouns used :3

-let’s get one thing straight, he’s about to absolutely SPOIL you rotten

-need your hair redone? he’s got you an appointment setup already. lashes? set up. nails? again, set up. those shoes you’ve been eyeing but don’t want to “waste your money on”? they’re on your bed waiting for you when you get home :3

-he just takes me as the type to snatch his daddy’s card out both spite of his dad, and because he loves you

-expect random bouquets of flowers at random times with a sweet letter in them

-or, anytime he comes back from the store, he 100% bought you something like your favorite candy, food, or something that reminded him of you

-he feels so at ease when he’s with you. so smiley, and actually talks a lot

-you’re definitely his safe space and personal diary and gradually over time he opens up more and more without realizing it

-LOVES his hair being played with!!

-your relationship is the definition of “private but never secret”

-because shoto believes that what goes on IN your two relationship is nobody’s business; but he’s damn sure not going to keep his beautiful girl a secret from the world

-so yes, you will in fact still be posted; completely random and without asking

-definitely someone who will call you “love” or “darling” instead of your name. he gets so used to calling you “love” and “darling” to the point it feels illegal to him to call you by your name

-i can see him being a little possessive of you but not in a toxic manner. he just really loves you and you're the first thing he's had that he can say is his own without his family coming into the picture and having any credit for it.

-he’s so protective of you like oh my gosh. rather it be someone flirting with you, or someone trying to act crazy, he’s right there

-like if someone tries to be rude to you he’ll say “we’re not doing that, nice talk” and walk away with his arm around your waist.

-if you’re someone who uses phrases like “i’m gonna eat you” or “i wanna chew on you” just be prepared for a response like “please don’t that might hurt 🙁”

-he’s unintentionally sassy at times though

-like yes he's your number one supporter don't get me wrong, but if you're the type (like me lol) to do a pre-shower makeup look just to see his reaction and mess with him..

-"oh!.. it's definitely a look.."

-or if you're the stubborn type and insist on doing something by yourself and end up getting frustrated or fed up, he'll just watch with a shit eating grin, arms crossed and ask "still wanna do it yourself?"

-he's so casual with pda, like at the start of the relationship he was hesitant because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. but now? his arm LIVES around your waist

[somereaderinblue]

Warrior!Penelope God Games

After writing Odysseus's Challenge, I was still on a creative high & decided to do this too. NOTE: The swaps between gods were taken from @too-much-flynnolium’s art.

[ARES]

Mother, God Queen, rarely do I ask for favours

Now, I'm kneeling on your floor

With hopes to save a friendship

With one who's a prisoner far from home

Penelope

[HERA]

Divine intervention, so that is your wish?

To untie apprehensions that were placed on that Greek?

You are braving such dangers for a girl full of shame

But if she's worth the risk of going under

Why not make it a game?

Convince each of them that she ought to be released

And I'll release her

[ARES]

Who's them?

[HERA]

Artemis! Hestia!

Dionysus! Athena!

Demeter! Or me

What do you say?

[ARTEMIS]

Sure.

[HESTIA]

Very well.

[DIONYSUS]

Hic!

[ATHENA]

Alright.

[DEMETER]

Interesting.

[ARES]

Bring it.

[ARTEMIS]

You all know I'm a fan of nature and all

So with so many sirens gone

I think Penny's in the wrong

[ARES]

They had planned to do their worst

All she did was reimburse them

Now they'll tread with caution first

To live another day and sing even more verse!

[ARTEMIS]

Good point, release her.

[HESTIA]

Trust is not wasted, it’s forged

Why should I give her my support?

She turned her back on her cohort

[ARES]

Did you forget they failed to listen?

She was betrayed and now imprisoned

But if you make the right decision

She can still have a future with those who miss her!

[HESTIA]

Fine, release her.

[DIONYSUS]

Your little high and mighty Penelope

Claims to love another, but keeps him chained to a broken heart

[ARES]

She was busy fighting

[DIONYSUS]

More like busy spiting the cyclops

Let her feel the pain that the others feel and rot

[ARES]

Wait!

You must reconsider this!

[ATHENA]

Really now, Ares, no new tricks?

[ARES]

Athena!

[ATHENA]

What kind of so-called fighter holds back her power

Just lets her friends get devoured?

She couldn’t fight Scylla, but didn’t even try to outwit her

Hides with naught but a sword to get the job done

Tries to handle things upfront

Dim-witted and weak like her son

[ARES]

Hold your tongue now, her son's my friend!

And tell that drunkard that all kinds of hurts can mend

You want more mind games? Then set her free

To get back to her homestead, she'll make everyone’s brains bleed!

[ATHENA & DIONYSUS]

Then release her.

[DEMETER]

So many talents, so many tales

Give me one good reason why yours should prevail

[ARES]

She's got the hands of a weaver!

[DEMETER]

Dig deeper

[ARES]

She's pretty skilled with words!

[DEMETER]

You can do better than that!

[ARES]

She's very sassy…?

[DEMETER]

Eh

[ARES]

Never once does she give up on her child.

[DEMETER]

Release her.

[ARES]

I’ve played your game and won! Release her.

[HERA]

You dare to defy me? To give me more shame?

No one beats me, no one wins my game!

Marriage, bring her through the wringer

Show her I'm the judgement call

The one who makes the final call!

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.

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[ATHENA]

Is he dead?

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.

.

Penelope had told Ares that for mothers, childbirth in itself was a difficult battle and the parenthood that came after a race with no finish line in sight. Personally, Ares would’ve likened it to war. If family had truly been something as linear as a race then surely Hermes would be on their father’s throne by now.

She placed her spawn in his arms. Said spawn miraculously didn’t squirm or squall against his battle-hardened muscles and cold gauntlets. 

“His name is Telemachus.” Far from battle. The irony wasn’t lost on anyone. Then again, considering how eerily squishy the infant was, perhaps the name was fitting.

Ares blinked as tiny fingers gripped his, the pudgy digits unable to full wrap around it. Yet, the grip was strong. No, it was simply alive. He’s bathed in blood so often that he’s forgotten even the tiniest of hearts can still beat.

“Telemachus.”  Penelope and Odysseus smiled. Smiled at him, smiled because of him. They were happy. He was happy.

.

.

.

[ARES]

Let her go…..please

Let her go……

[shawtylex09]

Hi it's me again :3 Is it okay to request some more bunny izuku? I literally see everyone writing about him it's so addictive. Maybe some head cannons of him, how he acts and stuff or even how he gets during heat can be nsfw. You can come up with any scenario. Whatever you prefer mwahh<3

-🐇

You ask and I will de-LIVER.

Keep requesting bc your asks are the best I stg.

Anyways. Obv smut below, all characters 18+, minors DNI.

More Bunny!Izu x Fem!Pro hero!reader

Masterlist

Here’s your banger, I didn’t forget dw

Enjoy ✧˖°.

🌸❤️‍🔥

Head cannons;

B!Izuku I feel like, would be the sweet type of brat, like, don’t get me wrong, he’s a sweetheart; but he’s also a brat in the most ANNOYING ways.

B!Izuku definitely steals and hides your things. He does and I think that’s a universally accepted thing. Anything that’s yours is his, and you accepted this a while after you brought him into your home, even making a little game out of trying to find and get your things back.

B!Izuku loves when you cook for him, and even started to eat bits of pork thanks to the way you make it, making katsudon his favorite meal after trying the pork cutlets you put on the plate, he was surprised at how much he liked it.

B!Izuku is SPOILED and I will never stop saying it, you buy hin whatever he wants. He has his own room, his own phone, video games and consoles, posters, mangas, art supplies- fuck- you even bought him a hand signed All Might figure in mint condition (that costed a pretty penny fr fr.)

B!Izuku will pout at you, and he does that shiet all the time. If you won’t let him on your bed with you? He’s pouting, if you scold him for taking your keys and making you late for work? Pouting little bunny boy.

B!Izuku basically never even sleeps in his own room, always sleeping in bed with you, mumbling sleepily about how much he loves you and is thankful for everything you do for him.

B!Izuku gets really bad heats- like..bad. He’s in heat for no less than a week, and his body will tremble all over, his breaths heavy and legs barely supporting him. He whimpers and whines, begging to still sleep with you in your bed, even though he knows you say no every time.

B!Izuku who is extra bratty during his heat, maybe even a bit rude. He’s petty for sure. If you don’t help him relieve the pain he’s in, he’s gonna be extra sassy, despite his breathless tone and shaky body.

B!izuku definitely lays in your bed when you’re at work, his hips grinding into your mattress as he moans pathetically into your pillows, gripping the sheets and rolling his hips like a desperate animal.

B!Izuku can cum so many times and still not relieve himself, constantly being erect and having his nerves on fire.

B!Izuku gets so desperate during the last few days, pathetically whimpering and shaking in your bed, begging- pleading for help.

Until you give in.

✮˚.⋆

You walked into your shared apartment from work, sighing tiredly as you did so. You slip off your boots and look around. Everything is intact, good, Izuku didn’t decide to mess up the living room or anything just to spite you.

Speaking of..where is your bunny?

You sigh, figuring the worst as a tired deadpan falls onto your expression. You knew it wasn’t Izuku’s fault that this happened to him each month, it was like a woman going through ovulation…on steroids…

A heavy sigh left you, despite knowing it wasn’t Izuku’s fault, it still left you feeling irritated. He was already bratty enough, he certainly didn’t need to be uncontrollably horny on top of that.

You finally muster up all the will and strength you have left, before pushing yourself in the direction of your bedroom.

There he was, sitting on your bed and crying, his head thrown back and teeth gritted as his body trembled. He looked like he was - at the very least - extremely uncomfortable.

“Izuku?” You spoke out into your room, feeling a twinge of guilt in your chest as you watched the sweet boy writhe. “Y-y/n- please..it hurts” he looked over at you, his eyes half lidded and flooded with tears.

You bit your lip.

You were a hero, meant to save people, and yet your sweet bunny boy was in pain.

Fuck.

A click left your door as you closed it behind you, a second following it as you locked it. “It’s alright Zu” you spoke softly, taking off your jacket and tossing it onto the floor.

Izuku barely registered what was happening as he felt the bed dip next to him. His hands instantly reached out for yours, grabbing one and placing it on his hard bulge, expecting you to pull away like you usually did.

This time, however, your hand began to rub at the ache, making Izuku’s eyes widen, then roll back as if your touch was a gift from god himself.

You laid on your side, propping yourself up with your elbow as you began to soothe the burning pit in his stomach. “I’m sorry, Izuku” you murmured quietly, a hand finding his fluffy ear that was folded back. You gently scratched his ear while wrapping your hand around his clothed dick.

“Y-Y/n! Ah..fuck- just like that-“ a little bit of drool teased his bottom lip, his head falling back against the sheets “so good- it’s so good..mmh”

You smiled a little, he didn’t look like he was in pain anymore, which made you feel a lot better.

Izuku continued to moan and femininely whimper as you jerked him off through his shorts, before finally grabbing the hem of them, and his boxers. With a pull, they came down to his thighs, his thick and hard cock springing free, the smooth tip touching his abdomen.

You blushed a little, especially as Izuku looked at you with his fucked out face, his eyes heavily hooded and his lips parted “please- please mommas..please suck my cock”

Your eyes widened in shock, feeling a spike of arousal shoot through you. His face, his tone, his words- it was all so lewd. You looked down at his thick shaft. It was probably around 6-7 inches, a good length with an impressive girth.

You swallowed, feeling saliva pool in your mouth as you looked at the pre-cum beading at the slit of his cock head.

You shifted to kneel on the bed before his thighs, your throat and mouth dry as you leaned down, softly kissing his tip.

Izuku gasped quietly and placed a hand on your head, running his fingers through your hair “please” he whined “don’t tease me, please” his tone was- honestly pitiful, but you understood why, so, you leaned down once more; this time, taking the puffy tip into your mouth, lightly sucking on it.

Izuku let out a soft moan “yes- yes Y/n- fuck” his eyes rolled back in pleasure, and his head fell back, his hips slightly rolling up as he tried to inch himself more into your mouth.

That was all the coaxing you needed, before you began to bob your head, his thick cock making your lips stretch around it, the veins dragging up and down your tongue, and the taste of pre flooding your mouth.

You were a little rusty, it had been a while since you’d been with anyone, but once you got into a rhythm, Izuku was falling apart at the seams under you.

The poor bun couldn’t think clearly, a hand cover his mouth as he gasped and writhed, his thighs spread wide and lifted slightly with the tension in his muscles. His eyes were screwed shut, and his brows furrowed.

His chest messily rose and fell, his jaw dropped and gasps leaving him. How were you so damn good at this? He had no idea, nor did he care. Izuku shakily opened one of his eyes to see you focused on him.

One of your hands gently kneading and massaging his tight, full balls; the other was wrapped around the base, occasionally stroking, while your head bobbed and your mouth sucked.

His eyes rolled back and he clenched his jaw “I love you!” He squealed, making you cough on his length and pull yourself off, sputtering from your surprise and accidentally deep throating his entire dick.

He whined in protest, before his eyes widened.

He had not meant to say that.

“I-I’m sorry- I- I just meant-“ “I love you too.” You smiled at him, and his eyes widened “you love me?” Did he hear you right? His fluffy ears twitching a few times to ensure he wasn’t crazy.

You had just told him..you loved him too.

“Of course I do” you leaned down and ran your tongue up the side of his cock, before kissing the swollen tip “I don’t give just anyone head, you know”

Izuku shuddered and bit his lip “fuck- I’m gonna cum just from that” he whispered, referring to your teasing, yet meaningful words

You simply laughed, before taking his hardened length back into your mouth. Izuku arched his back, his ears folding back against his head. It felt so much better knowing that you felt the same way about him, and he had to restrain himself from busting right there.

“God- yes! I love you! I love you so much! Baby! Mommas! I’m gonna- c-cum- fuck~!” He cried out, his thighs trembling and coming up to wrap around your shoulders.

And cum he did.

With a loud moan and your name on his lips, he came, and he came hard.

You gagged a bit as his load shot into your throat and slightly dripped onto his cock, trying to swallow as much as you could.

You pulled away from his cock to greedily gasp for air, the sheer amount of cum in your throat making your eyes water as you coughed “J-Jesus- C-Christ-“ you sputtered between coughs.

Izuku trembled under you, his cock finally softening and not feeling needy, like it had been for the previous week.

He felt so tired, not having the energy to make a comment as you collected yourself and picked him up, smiling a little down at him “cmon bun, let’s get you in the bath.”

Izuku simply nodded and rested his head against your chest, shaking slightly and sighing, so thankful to have you in his life.

He’d have to return the favor some time.

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Part 1.

[daryltwdixon]

Can I request some Joel Miller fluff? I thought about it being set when they're living in Jackson and Ellie finds an old Polaroid camera and she loves going around taking pictures. Joel being the usual grump he is gets annoyed at it and usually dismisses as being stupid. One day reader and Joel are sitting on the porch of their shared house, reader being curled up in Joel's embrace, her back pressed to his chest as they stare out into the setting sun and Ellie snaps a picture at that. Joel is just about to be his annoying self when he sees the picture and his heart melts. "I like that one" is all he says before putting the picture on his pocket, taking it with him wherever he goes 🥹❤️❤️

Joel Miller x Reader I Like This One

fluffy, grumpy jackson!joel, sassy/sunshine reader, establshed relationship, soft!joel (don't tell him I said that), Ellie Being a Menace™, domestic fluff a/n: thank you for your sweet request! i did shorten it a tad but hope you enjoy! im in my feels when it comes to being domestic w this man request masterlist

The porch was your favorite place in Jackson—the wooden boards warm from the day’s sun, the gentle creak of the swing beneath you, and, of course, Joel, his solid frame a comforting weight behind you. His arms rested lazily around your waist as the two of you rocked in slow, rhythmic motions, the quiet hum of an early evening settling around you.

"You're quiet tonight," Joel murmured, his voice rough and low as his chin tucked into the crook of your neck, "S'the same kinda quiet you get when you're schemin’ somethin’," Joel murmured, his voice low and knowing.

You smirked, tilting your head back slightly to say over your shoulder, "I don’t scheme, Miller. I make well-calculated decisions."

Joel huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "That so?"

"Mhm," you hummed, "Like how I calculated that if I pestered you long enough, you'd finally come around and see me for the catch I am."

"No need for pesterin' there. I always knew, darlin'." his eyes are soft as ever as he looks down at you, a smile spreading around his lips.

"Well," you teased, nudging his cheek lightly with your nose, "still took you a while to get the hint."

He exhaled, the sound coming out more like a resigned sigh, "Reckon I just didn't understand why you wanted an old man like me is all."

"Joel," you murmured, shaking your head gently, twisting to fully look at him, "you really don't get it? After all this time?"

His lips parted slightly, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes.

You smiled though, warm and certain as your hand came up to his jaw, the scratchy beard tickling your palm, "I didn’t choose you in spite of anything. I chose you because you’re you."

Joel didn’t respond right away—just looked at you, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles against your hip.

"Though," you began, smile turning playful all the sudden, "I did notice how you were always hanging around back then, all quiet and brooding."

His brow lifted. "Broodin’?"

"Mhm," you teased, a knowing twinkle in your eye. "I knew you liked me before you even admitted it."

Joel smirked, shaking his head in that exasperated, fond way he always did when you got him like this. His fingers brushed lightly along your ribs, making you twitch, and you batted his hand away with a breathless laugh—

Click.

The sound made Joel flinch so badly it could've been a gunshot, and you both turned toward the source.

Ellie stood a few feet away, grinning like she just won the damn lottery, Polaroid camera in hand.

"Gotcha," she chirped, waving the developing photo in the air.

Joel groaned. "Ellie—"

"Don't even start, old man," she shot back, smug. "That was the cutest shit I’ve ever seen. The way you two were looking at each other? Gross. But even I can admit it was still nice."

Your laughter bubbled up before you could stop it, your head falling back against Joel’s chest. "Let's see it then." you prompted.

Ellie walked up the porch steps and handed over the photo. Joel took it begrudgingly, barely sparing it a glance—until he actually looked.

The Polaroid had captured the moment in a way you hadn’t even realized. The way you were smiling up at him, eyes bright and full of something deep, something undeniable. But it was his expression that stopped you—the gentle softness in his eyes, the slight curve of his mouth, the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing that had ever truly mattered.

"Well?" Ellie prompted, rocking on her heels. "You gonna admit that I captured the moment of the century?"

Joel exhaled, shaking his head. Then, without a word, he slipped the Polaroid into his pocket.

Ellie’s eyes widened. "Hey— what the hell?! I’m trying to document history, and you’re out here stealing precious artifacts!"

Joel shot her a flat look. "Ain’t stealin’ if it’s my picture."

"Your picture? I took it! That makes it mine!"

"Well, I like this one," he said simply, "So I’m keepin’ it."

Ellie groaned dramatically. "Unbelievable. You can’t just—ugh! Whatever. Enjoy your stolen treasure, ya big sap."

Joel ignored her, wrapping his arms around you again, his chin settling back atop your head like nothing had happened.

Ellie pointed at him accusingly as she began walking away. "I knew it. You’re a sap. A full-blown, grade-A sap."

"Go bother someone else, Ellie," Joel muttered.

She groaned, stomping her feet and walking down the road into the warm evening.

"You're such a grump," you giggled after she was out of sight, swatting his arm as it lay across your chest.

Joel huffed, but there was no real bite to it. His fingers flexed around your body, pulling you closer.

"I'm startin' to think you like that about me," he said after a moment, voice quieter now.

"That so?"

"Mmmhmm," he hummed, his lips brushing your temple as he moved to kiss your hair. "You girls like givin’ me a hard time."

You tilted your head just enough to look up at him, grinning. "Can't speak for Ellie—I think she likes pushin' your buttons ‘cause you make the funniest faces when you're annoyed. But I happen to think you’re cute when you’re all flustered."

Joel scoffed, shaking his head. "Ain't never been flustered a day in my life."

You snorted. "Oh, please. Remember when I walked in on you tryin’ to fix the sink and you were swearin’ so much I thought you were conjurin’ a demon?"

Joel groaned. "That ain't flustered, that’s just a normal reaction to goddamn terrible plumbing."

"Mhmm. And what about that time I called you handsome in front of Maria and you got all red—"

Joel huffed, cutting you off with a firm kiss. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, holding you in place as his lips pressed against yours, warm and insistent.

You made a muffled sound of protest—more out of principle than anything—before melting into it, your fingers curling into his shirt.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth barely ghosting over yours, his voice was low, rough with amusement. "There. That shut you up."

You blinked up at him, dazed, before narrowing your eyes. "You can't just kiss me every time I start winning an argument."

Joel smirked. "Sure I can. Seemed pretty effective."

You scoffed, "Unbelievable."

He just hummed, clearly pleased with himself, before dipping down again—pressing another slow, lingering kiss to your lips, then one to your jaw, then your neck, lazy and unhurried like he had all the time in the world.

"Love you, sweet girl." he murmured after the last kiss to the top of your shoulder.

"Love you too." Then, after a moment, you chuckled. "Ellie's never gettin' that picture back, is she?"

"Not in a million years," he sighed, patting the pocket of his shirt where the photo stayed—carried with him for years, transferred from shirt to shirt, pocket to pocket, long after the edges curled and the gloss had worn away.

[laura1633]

Max has had a truly insane last 6 races, this doesn’t even cover everything (and I’m going off the top of my head here and not fact checking) but - 

Singapore:  Max is dragged into the stewards room for swearing in a press conference and the stewards lose their minds and hit him with community service. Fuelled by talent and spite he somehow manages to drag the car to P2 in a race where Red Bull were expected to be nowhere. He uses the opportunity to refuse to elaborate on answers in the press conference and ends up holding his own press conference outside the room like the absolute main character that he is. 

Austin: We get treated to an insane defensive masterclass from Max and a reminder of why he really is so difficult to beat.

Mexico:  The stewards try to drown him in penalties but he still manages to finish sixth and prevents his nearest championship challenger from winning. His driving causes the British media to almost implode with rage and Damon Hill manages to stop crying just long enough to compare him to Dick Dastardly.

Brazil: The race directors take it upon themselves to try and make the championship battle more interesting by risking drivers safety and waiting an eternity to bring out the safety car in the sprint and the red flag in qualifying. Luckily the British press are still crying so much over Mexico that they flood the track with their tears and Max storms to victory in a wet race. We get a nice little sassy ‘simply lovely’ to top it all off (Max never forgets). We also later get a nice bit of news that notorious Max Verstappen hater Damon Hill will be leaving sky sports (whether this had anything to do with the Dick Dastardly comparison we will never know!)

Las Vegas: There are rumours that Red Bull brought the wrong wing but it turns out that they just never had an appropriate wing to begin with (whether that is better or worse you can decide!). On the weekend where he can win the championship Max has to sit in the garage and watch his team start cutting into the rear wing of his car. Luckily it’s just the RB20 and he didn’t have to watch them try and massacre Rocky in front of his very eyes. He somehow manages to get the arts and crafts project across the line in fifth and wins a very deserving fourth championship. He does his media rounds with a drink in his hand and calls out Zak Brown live on sky for previously saying he couldn’t win without the fastest car (Like I said, Max never forgets)

Qatar: Max spends the sprint trying and failing to catch a Haas but then does ‘something’ in his drivers room and takes a very unexpected pole in qualifying. You would think the stewards are done with harassing him now that the championship is over but alas he finds himself in the room with them once more. George Russell (allegedly) throws a strop and (presumably) brings out his passport to ensure that Max is given a penalty for something nobody has ever been given a penalty for before. Once again Max turns his anger at the situation into something very productive and takes the place back almost immediately in the race and secures another victory. He then calls out George very publicly for being two faced (once again I need to remind you, Max never forgets!). 

So basically six races of being hit with penalties, driving an arts and crafts project held together with hope and dreams, being compared to one of the wacky racers and getting his revenge multiple times over. All whilst taking multiple victories and a championship. Not bad really. 

[click4rainy]

Could you do NSFW headcanons of Shang Tsung please?

Sassy Sorcerer//Shang Tsung Boyfriend HeadCanons

👽:I gotchu pookie bear. teehee 🫶🏼

✅:Proof Read

🖇️:Shang Tsung x Reader

⚠️:NSFW/AFAB!Reader/Mentions of fucking a sassy ass man

SFW 👉🏼👈🏼

★ He’ll never admit it outright, but he’s utterly enchanted with you. He’s used to manipulating others for his benefit, but with you? He uses that silver coated tongue of his for sweet, whispered praises and slow, teasing declarations of devotion.

★ “You think I only speak sweet words to sway you? No, my love….I speak them because every syllable is true. And if you doubt me, allow me to prove it— again and again.”

★ He never openly displays jealousy (or at least he thinks he doesn’t….) but the millisecond somebody’s eyes linger on you for too long, he gets subtly possessive, his hand on your lower back and keeping you close.

★ “I do hate it when people forget their place….shall I remind them?” “They do know you belong to me, don’t they?” “Come love, overeager eyes irk me.”

★ This man absolutely loves to tease you. Mercilessly. Your reactions always amuse him, especially when he gets you all flustered and stammering. Or even if you try to fire back, he revels in it. Always having one up over you.

★ “Oh, why so shy suddenly? We both know there’s no need for that, precious.” “Mmh, witty today, aren’t we?” “Don’t be coy, pet.” “I do love it when you’re angry, it’s quite cute.”

★ A slow graze against your spine, fingertips lightly tracing your pulse, a “casual” brush of his lips near your ear, just remember every touch from your lover is always calculated and intentional.

★ “Every inch of you fascinates me. It’s only natural I indulge in my….curiosities.” He’ll murmur, ghosting his fingers over your collarbone, looking at you with something akin to admiration.

★ I’m gonna say he enjoys watching you sleep. (Not in a creepy way of course! Unless…?) but seriously, there’s just something about the way you look so peaceful. A softness to you that seems to warm his cold heart. It’s a rare moment of genuine affection with a man of his caliber.

★ Softly chuckling as he brushes a lock a hair from your face (or just cupping your cheek lightly) he whispers, “So vulnerable….yet the power you have over me is everything, but.”

★ Shang Tsung loves gift giving—and all of his presents are nothing short of extravagant and mysterious—surprising you with trinkets and artifacts that always seem….otherworldly. When you ask where he gets said gifts, he merely smirks.

★ “Does it really matter where it came from, love? It belongs to you now. And nothing in this realm—nor any other—will change that.”

★ He’s actually an amazing listener despite his self absorbed attitude. Shang values your thoughts, and you intellectually stimulate him. He enjoys conversations where you challenge him, even if he’ll never admit fully when you’ve bested him. “Ah, you truly believe that, do you? Then convince me. I do so enjoy watching you argue with such fire in your eyes.”

★ You two definitely have matching, over the top, lavish robes for spa time. Because Shang Tsung insists on a bi weekly spa time with you. Cucumber eyes, mud baths, green stuff on the face—the whole thing, on top of regular mani/pedis. (Material gworl!!!) he’s just that guy, you know?

★ Finds your defiance extremely attractive. You could be spitting venom into his face until you’re red in your own, challenge his every word, and he would only find himself more obsessed.

★ “Tsk tsk, such spite coming from those sweet lips. You defy me because you’re dissatisfied? Or maybe it’s what comes after, that you’re craving, hmm?”

NSFW 🗿🙈

★ This man is obviously into ownership. You’re his, just as he is yours. Though you’re the one who’s on your knees before him, eager to please more than half the time.

★ “So obedient, you must be wanting some sort of reward,” He coos, cupping your face before tangling your hair around his fingers (or gripping your collar because he’s most definitely into collaring you), pulling your head back to look at him.

★ Shang Tsung is an extremely meticulous man, very passionate when it comes to bringing you pleasure beyond your own comprehension. Toys, his fingers, tongue, dick. Whatever he’s using he knows exactly how to. In fact, he probably knows your body better than you do at this point.

★ “You like this, love?” He’ll grunt out, angling his hips to drive his cock into that sweet spot even deeper than before, making your head fall back as you moan out his name, clawing at his shoulders and back. “And this?” He asks, feigning innocence while drilling into you with more force, hands gripping your hips, sinking his fingertips into the soft skin.

★ Loves overstimulating you to the brink of tears. Using a bullet vibe against your clit with your arms bound behind your back, sat at the edge of the bed, Shang Tsung kicking your feet apart, opening your legs for him, forcing you to take the buzzing sensation, the numbing—tingling—hot feeling builds up, coiling tightly at the pit of your stomach.

★ “Please—I can’t take anymore!” You huff out, but Shang Tsung simply hums in delight, sliding down to his knees as he bumps up the intensity of the bullet, watching you squirm and writhe in his hands, he looks up at you through his lashes, those devious eyes glinting in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

★ “I assure you, darling, you can.” He presses a small peck to your inner thigh, keeping your legs spread for him as he peppers more kisses along your skin.

★ Shang Tsung is a man who gains pleasure from having power and control over others. But especially when he has power over you in bed. Pinning your hands above your head, hiking a knee over his shoulder, shoving your face into the sheets—his actions are usually dominant. (Though pookie is for sure a switch—like he don’t mind getting fucked—but he’s still in charge either way. You know?)

★ “Don’t think for even a moment you have the upper hannnh~” he sputters with his hands tied above him as you grind on top of him, stirring his cock around your insides with a coy little smile. “Of course not, Master”

★ Luxurious BDSM, and by that we mean he fancies extravagant sex swings, bounding you in the finest of silks and fabrics. (No rope burn here—he likes to keep his treasure in pristine condition.) get used to mulberry silk blindfolds. A new color and design for every encounter because a special occasion such as making love with you deserves an equally lovely gift.

★ Breeding Kink. He likes to claim what’s his, and what’s the most personal, intimate, invasive way to do so? To fill you up with his cum until you’re the perfect cream filled dessert, of course.

★ it’s just—the thought of you being filled by him and only him? The idea of planting his seed into your garden? Makes him more than reel. It makes him insatiable. Not that you mind. “That’s it, love, you’ll be sure to take nicely…”

★ Pulling out to just the tip, teasing your clit just before he slams right back into you, hilting with an audible grunt—over and over again and again—until you’re a fucked out mess, thighs quivering and dripping with his essence.

★ “Take nicely…and take all of it, pet.” He warns seductively, scooping whatever dared spill from between your thighs back inside, adding a third finger for good measure, pushing into you deeper, with slowed, controlled movements, making your back arch as you clench around the invasive digits.

★ He may be a selfish man, but once he fucks you up and down the block, he’s always sure you’re comfortable after the fact. Clean sheets, pillows, fresh pajamas, a tray of elegant finger foods displayed before you with your favorite drink in arms reach.

★ “I do not say this lightly, but you have undoubtedly become my greatest weakness…” He’ll croon with a soft smile, caressing your jawline before brushing your hair and putting it in a protective style. (Or he’ll simply give you a scalp massage) praising you on how well you took him as he presses soft kisses to the top of your head, cradling you against his chest.

[anyewolf]

Mine is "you enter an ecological dead zone"

because the very first time I went, I went unaware of the dangers, no Seamoth, not even a radiation swimsuit. And the PdA informed me right when the Ghost leviathan attacked me...

I think everyone has a favorite PDA line. Mines the one about you doing 500% more exercise than before.

"Congratulations, survivor: you have exceeded your weekly exercise quotient by 500%. Data indicates that swimming was your favorite activity. Be sure to vary your routine for uniform muscle development."

[moonlight-tmd]

Imagine Bee just making a harem with all the Decepticons he fucks. (possibly continuation of this)

So, Bee- you cannot tell me this lil fuck isn't the most charismatic fragger on earth. He has ways and lines that would make the coldest of warriors swoon.

When the Decepticons arrived on earth, he wasn't much interested. But then he started eyeing the big, curvy mish mash that was Blitzwing. He took a slow approach, little flirts here and there, a seemingly unintended compliment. Then when Blitzy started showing signs of his courting working he decided to spice things up. Bold pick-up lines, moving in a way that'll make them end up in a compromising position, sending winks and kisses across the field even.

Blitz was a mess and panicking on what to do, the final straw however was when they got trapped in a factory with a gas leak and got somewhat drugged. Bee's flirts became almost-drunken praises and affection and Blitz could do nothing but listen while the fumes intoxicated him and warmed his inside with unexpected lust. Somehow he ended up on the floor and Bee took that chance to climb on top and seduce him with all he got.

Blitzy gave in and Bee made sure he'll enjoy himself while no one is there yet to rescue them. He made sure Blitzwing got all the love he deserved and all the pleasure Bee could provide.

It soon became apparent to a certain someone that Bee was doing something shady. Shockwave knew Bee tended to do stuff behind everyone's backs for fun so when he hinted at having a secret fragging buddy to Longarm he became somewhat interested. Bee had a one night stand with Longarm back in bootcamp once or twice and Shockwave remembered that very well. He however chose not to act on it... But Bee certainly did.

When being taken hostage to Decepticon base, he got a chance to chat with the mini as Shockwave with no one around. He didn't say much, he mentioned a fake rumor that he was having an affair with someone but not much. Bee however saw the opportunity. He sprang into action and smoothly redirected the conversation to his advantage... Shockwave was... well, shocked to wake up in a warehouse with the mini grooming him after the nightly show he provided.

While on one of his patrols, he was kidnapped by Starscream. The mech threatened and showed his superiority mindset to him. A banter between the two arose and Bee, playing the sassy jerk, told him he was just jealous that he hadn't had his spike yet.

"What? You haven't heard?" He said when Starscream got baffled. "Half of Megatron's underlings are satisfied with my services, ask anyone. They'll tell you aaall about it."

It was true that he fragged few of Megatron's commanders, Blitzwing and Shockwave being the repeating individuals, but he also had a fair share of one night stands with other various soldiers in exchange for keeping himself alive. (except Lugnut, he's meg-sexual so it would never work.)

Somehow Star could not pick his mind together after that and Bee persuaded him to try it out of spite. He laid on the berth, blush coating his disbelieving face while Bee caressed his wings. Bee tried to get him to speak and get an opinion but all he did was scream for him to get out. Star absolutely hated to be proven wrong. But that didn't stop him from craving more and kidnapping Bee for a frag from time to time.

While it was easy keeping everyone satisfied while separated, it got a bit messy once Starscream tried to raid the Decepticon base again and got into a lil bit of a fight with the other two. He threatened Blitzwing about knowing what he did and Shockwave was just so confused. He thought only he was sleeping with Bee and without thinking admitted to doing that. They all had an argument before realizing Bee was doing all of them all this time.

The next time Bee was supposed to meet with one of them, all of them were there and not happy. An argument arose and what initially was about Bee not being loyal shortly got replaced with jealousy of one another and fighting to keep the mini for themselves.

Bee managed to calm them down and make them get along; they can share, there's enough of him for everyone. And he would love to keep all of them.

While all of it began with fragging sessions, sooner or later it evolved into an actual loving affair. Bee was incredibly smooth and tactful and knew just what to do with each and every one of them.

Blitzy was easy to please, while harsh on the outside he was weak to affection. Bee spend most of the time with him just pampering him with praise, kisses and cuddles. Blitzwing practically melted right under his touch and Bee loved to spoil him by handfeeding him treats.

Starscream was a bit different as his personality and self-centered attitude proved to be quite a challenge for anyone to court him. But Bee didn't mind, he praised his beauty and called him royalty while also grooming his wings and the rest of his frame whenever they met. Treating him with equal love and respect that Starscream found himself reciprocating in his own way.

Shockwave wasn't as touchy as the other two, but he certainly wasn't any less favorited. Bee urged him to talk about science and things he liked even though he didn't understand most of it. He loved listening to Shock talk about something with passion and tell him things no one else would deem interesting to hear. On rare occasions he let Bee pamper him a little; giving kisses and taking care of his claws.

Sometimes all 4 of them would meet somewhere hidden and have fun. Each would take turns with Bee and the others would enjoy the show and themselves in the meantime. Or just to simply enjoy the time together and cuddle. Bee still sometimes fragged random cons that happened to stumble into him on patrol but he gave all his attention to his most favored ones.

Imagine reactions of everyone when they find out about this- like, I bet Megs caught all 4 of them in berth in some unused section of the mines and Bee, instead of saying anything else, just offered him to join. Of course the only thing he did was leave without a word. But it wasn't until he decided to confront the rest of Team Prime shortly after that the shit went crazy. None of them would ever think that the Warlord would be standing in an open field with a peace flag only to say "Can any of you please explain why is your scout berthing half of my army and making a harem out of my commanders?"

Yeeaaaah, they needed a lot of context from Megs before finally realizing what was happening. Of course, as soon as Bee returned to base he was interrogated by his not that happy friends. He surprisingly made few good points on his position but they still weren't happy with him.

"Haven't you noticed?" He asked, making everyone confused for a moment. "It's been quite peaceful around Detroit lately, without all those 'con heists on resources."

"I am single handedly preventing colossal damages to the city and keeping your afts from getting injured in fights. So, you're welcome." All of them just stared at him as if to ask 'is he serious right now?' The only one to break the silence was Prowl, who most likely haven't thought long enough before speaking. "...He's kind of right though."

So that's a situation they have. None of them knows how to deal with it and Megatron is not happy that his soldiers are so easily persuaded into being useless. Bee is questionably but effectively destroying the 'con forced from the inside. All of them hate it but they can't do anything about it.

[frudoo]

John Price with his chunky baby and spunky baby mama 🫶

Warnings: Spit-up, normal baby things!!

Fluff ahead 🤍

“Better stop kickin’ them legs, little lady,” John huffs, squishing the giggling infant’s round cheeks softly to make her lips pucker out.

Her incessant babbling and the playful growls that come from your husband’s mouth coax you into the nursery. As you lean against the doorframe, you have to stifle a laugh—there are about twenty used wipes scattered about the changing table, and the rowdy little babe is kicking off every fresh diaper John tries to put on her. Suddenly, her cute little coos and gummy smiles turn into tiny grunts and a concentrated face. Your eyes widen, trying to warn your husband.

“John, she’s about to-!”

“Bloody hell!” He groans, holding a diaper over his weapon of a baby’s bottom.

The laughs don’t cease this time, covering your mouth as your chest shakes with spiteful delight. You walk over to your grimacing husband, hugging him from behind and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He sighs in defeat, grabbing what seems like the thousandth wipe and starting the whole process over again.

“Think it’s funny, do ya?” John jokes, turning around momentarily to give you a playful glare.

“I think it’s hilarious, actually. She gets it from her dad,” you shrug, crossing your arms and cooing at your chunky baby.

“Ha, ha,” John mocks dismissively, giving his baby girl a stern look as he lifts her legs up yet again. She replies with a belly laugh, and his pursed lips turn upward into an amused grin as he slides the fresh diaper beneath her bottom.

“Got a pair o’lungs like her mum, though,” he smirks, fastening the sticky tabs to the front part of the nappy.

That earns him a soft smack to the back of his neck, making his shoulders dance with each chuckle he lets out. John zips up the pink camouflage onesie he’d put on her and lifts her into the air, pretending to groan like she’s the heaviest thing he could possibly lift. She babbles and stares down at him adoringly for a moment before staring off into space and chewing on her fist. He lowers her into his bent arms, cradling her and tapping her nose with the tip of his finger.

“Here, give her to me, I’ll go get her a teething ring,” you suggest, holding your arms out to your chubby little infant.

John laughs heartily as the sassy infant glances at you through her peripheral vision before returning her attention back to her old man. The heart-eyes she gives him make you pout, bottom lip quivering in mock offense.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I guess she just prefers her daddy,” he beams, lifting the baby up into the air once more, but making one crucial mistake—pressing his hands into her soft tummy.

You raise an eyebrow as John continues to brag and boast about the tiny human’s favoritism. He misses the way her squishy body jiggles with a silent burp. You don’t.

“Ain’t that right, lovebug? Daddy’s your very fav-” he stops mid-sentence when the waterfall of rancid milk spews out of the wriggly baby’s mouth and right into his own.

Wordlessly, you take your daughter (who seems rather proud of herself) into your arms and clean her up with a burp rag, leaving John open-mouthed and horrified in the middle of the nursery. You snicker as you kiss the noisy babe on her forehead, cooing to her proudly. With a final glance over your shoulder, you smile innocently at your husband with one last suggestion.

“Should probably brush your teeth before you come back downstairs.”

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This was requested by @starstruckloversweets

Damian wayne x mexican! Reader x fae damian??

Warnings!; cussing, fea!damian being sassy, mostly fluff, cringe dialog, jealousy

No because why do I have a strong guess that damian will be jealous of fae!damian even if they are the same person? A smell rivalry with the two of them fighting over who's turn it is to spend time with you.

Fae!Damian is definitely smaller, the size of your hand. And definitely much sassier than normal damian from your world(because in the law of multiverse there is only one of each idk i just made it up🤷)

I could see him sticking to you either these two things; he lost that other version of you, or he stuck here in the mean time because of some worm hole that either split his version of yourself.

He is much angrier, not because of anything particular but the fact you see him as cute and not as this dangerous fea that could literally command bears to mawl people💀

But its probably the jealousy part, he is jealous that the human damian could hold you the way he does. He cant be like that, he cant even hug your whole palm and only your index and ring finger. (He may or may not tried to use his magic to make you shrink which obviously failed him, but its always a wonder to you why he is always sulking.)

Fae's are known to steal, especially if its something they deemed precious enough to steal.

Fae!damian; "are you always as short as her?" He couldnt help to jab because damian is literally 5'4 and if your taller than that its painfully obvious.

Fae!damian; "even my partner is at least a foot shorter, now thats embarrassing.

Damian; "look whos talking, mister lost my girl now shes trying to steal mine. Go back to whatever forest you haunt."

Fae!damian; "I dont 'haunt' I protect the inhabitants there🙄. Clearly your wit is getting as dull as your come backs."

Damian; "I will literally spray you like the cockroach you are."

Fae!damian; "dont project on me just because your ugly."

No because its so funny to me😭 how they would secretly bicker behind your back and when your an ear shot away.

The one thing that seemingly never does change with damian, whatever time or multiverse which he exists in he will be always be a little petty and spiteful.

Even more jealous depending on where he is, like omg I could just see his hybrid self being all territorial and its so cute because he is either this antsy cat or mean looking Doberman who tries to hide his wagging tail but that story is for another time👁️.

If looks could kill fae!damian would have already died ten fold because neither of them likes to share, damian always being with you and either fae!damian is on your hair; curly, wavy, coily, straight, 4c. He dont give a fuck! Just dont move a lot since he probably will get tangled🫣

If your going to kiss one of them there is always a heavy obligation to kiss them both since there will be a competitive air when you do forget to include one of them.

Dont let either of them go to the kitchen I REPEAT! because you will find fea!damian in a jar or damian being drenched in whatever spice you let unchecked. Just messy, but one thing they will always agree on is your safety(or if they are feeling a little extra jealous of whoever guy you interacted)

Of course they trust you(🤨)

Sure fae!damian might have "accidentally" poured turmeric into their drink and they wonder why they have yellow teeth, so that man doesnt smile at you again.

Real petty shit, they seemingly relish on it as a matter of fact.

Because what better frenemy is themselves? Which better person to understand them than themselves?

Just your spitefully handsome bunch.

I hoped you guys enjoyed it since it was rather short, and me overusing emojis is unlike me so pls ignore that😁

[neverpathia]

crappy rant/analysis about the Voice of the Paranoid because I'm very normal about him

with that said.

It's pretty clear that he's not just scared. Anxiety isn't his only personality trait, and the game makes it incredibly prominent that he's no helpless victim. He's a starved animal backed into a corner, straining his chain thin, clawing and biting. He's desperate and frantic and charging at it all with nothing left to lose.

But I don't really think people talk about his spite and resentment as much, and it's a little surprising given how much he moulds it to his advantage. Still, he's not just sassy for the hell of it: he genuinely hates what he's being forced to do. He's incredibly frustrated. He's very, very done with your bullshit—and that includes his own bullshit too, because he's the scared part of you (Quiet) that turns your fears into reality.

So he despises everything that he's being put through (by you, himself and the other voices), and I think he definitely despises the rest of the Quiet to some extent. He's mainly driven by sheer desperation, but petty spitefulness is also very much involved—in Nightmare, he gets very quick to snipe at Hero despite having a job to do. He even prolongs the argument for a while before Narrator urges him to resume the chant.

And I think that just like the Contrarian, the Paranoid hates what he himself is too. Granted, @/sssilverspades and @/salty-an-disco brought this up, but all the voices probably have that same capacity for self-loathing and I think he's no exception.

He's the most perceptive voice, but at the same time he twists his perception against himself a lot. He's the reason Nightmare happened. He's the reason his fears manifest. And given how quick he was to figure stuff out in Cage and Apotheosis, I think he'd figure that his biggest problem by then was himself.

It's because he's not okay that they could stand a chance against Apothy...but it's also because he's not okay that she happened in the first place. He's very far gone here. At that point, there wasn't much left for him to do but pretend it all away—just a dream, just a dream—and shut his fears off.

He wants it all to be over with, which is especially apparent at the end of Apotheosis's Grace ending, or at the beginning of Nightmare-Wraith. He's doing what he can and keeping it going, but it's not because he wants to. It's because it's the only thing he's even capable of doing anymore. And it's turning him bitter, turning him resentful.

This is what you've done, and he's a part of you. He's regretting and atoning just as much as he's fighting, yet it's what he must do.

Let's not completely rid him of accountability, by the way, which is another thing I wish fandom acknowledged more. You often get him by abandoning the Princess and denying her what she wants. This is what you did: what he did from beneath you. And he's suffering for his own actions.

This is what fear does—it's perfectly natural to be scared and anxious, but you're not the only one it affects. Let it fester, and you lock yourself in. Let it fester, and you hurt yourself more and more. Let it fester, and you lash out against this hurt. Let it fester and you turn others as hollow as you've become. Fear helps no one. All you can do is amend and atone, which in a way is kind of what he ends up doing sometimes. Or you get Moment of Clarity.

As much as I love him, it's a bit hard to see people just praising him for being the goat (even though he is lol) because of how much he helps. Yes, he's a very useful voice. But he's the very reason he has to be useful, not that he even wants to be here.

I might just be completely misinterpreting his character here, though.