Jade: Might I ask what you are doing to my mushrooms?
Y/N: *Freezes like a deer in headlights*
Floyd: They’re putting mini hats on them.
Jade: . . .
Floyd: Doesn’t make them any less disgusting though.
Y/N: They’re not hats, actually. They’re caps.
Jade: *mentally calculating how to court you*
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Trapped
Gn reader
Divider by cafekitsune
Y/n worried, watching as Bakugou's breathing labored. Not in the intended way as they'd both agreed to try out sensory deprivation. The man in question was stuck in his head, previous memories from unhealed trauma flooded to the front. He couldn't relax or comprehend how any of this was supposed to spark arousal. All he felt was trapped. Rope criss-crossing over his torso, hands tied to the arms of the chair. An old bandana used as a blindfold. 'I'm still here, right in front of you.' Y/n's words and action were supposed to bring comfort. Hovering over him, their knees outside of his, almost straddling.
All Bakugou wanted was to be able to hold them. He needed more then just the fleeting touches that his fingertips were able to reach. 'RED! RED! PLEASE GET ME OUT!' Startling at his anguished yell, y/n quickly got up, untying the rope. Katsuki ripped off the bandana as he tightly pulled them to his chest, looping his arms around their waist. Wiping the tears under his eyes, they cupped his face, 'Can you explain what happened? Just want to understand.'
'I don't like restraints.' His words started out bluntly, copying y/n's breathing as to refrain from panicking. 'It's not a control thing if that's what you're thinking.'
'Then what is it, love?' Y/n knew Katsuki struggled to be vulnerable, instilled with the mindset that they couldn't trust anyone but himself. That he couldn't rely on anyone in case they left. Befriending Kirishima and Kaminari helped in that regard but some things you can't simply shake off. 'You remember the sports festival?' Finally meeting their eye. 'Yeah...oh.' Recalling how they'd comforted him afterwards, having caught him hyperventilating in his dorm.
'It feels suffocating. Feel as if I'm in a cage waiting for someone to decide I'm human again.'
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mary personality fluctuations in the past few decades btw
sexy bimbo underage cute (dematteis&giffen)
sexy evil leather & pre-evil coma power hungry (morrison)
normally responsible and occasionally a stick in the mud (ordway)
overly responsible and actual stick in the mud older sibling (johns)
teen mother (waid)
adorkable nondescript american teen girl (campbell)
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Kinktober 2023 Day 19: Somnophilia
The ear-fluttering idea is from @dumpster-lizard! Thank you so much for letting me use the idea!
💖 Many thanks to @flightlessangelwings for the prompt list! 💖
Ship: Vaati x GN!Reader
Word count: 146
Applicable Tags: Dub-Con, Somnophilia, Reader is a Hylian, Wet Dream, Hand Job, POV Second Person
It’s another long night for Vaati, asleep at his desk with his head resting in one of his magical tomes. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him, and you brought him a blanket to wrap around his shoulders to provide him some warmth. However, as you were about to step away and blow out the candle, a moan of your name escaped his lips. “More…” he groans out, his hand subconsciously sliding down to where his cock strains against the material of his satin robe.
Oh, dear Hylia. You blush at his attempts to touch himself in his sleep, already incredibly flustered. I suppose it wouldn’t be that bad if I… assisted him. You gently wrap your arm next to his, moving his robe and freeing his member. You softly stroke him, causing his ears to flutter and more muffled moans to escape his lips.
Liked this and want more? Check the full Kinktober fic on my AO3 here!
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LANDO IS STREAMING 🌟🌟🌟
pls im literally at work watching it 😭 if i was at home i would b on fort trying to end up in the same lobby rn
and as i am typign this HE JUST SAID WHY HAS MY GIRL GOT CREAM COMING OUT OVER HER im lauguinshwndndj hes so funny everyone went crazy
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wheres my bugsnax guys ... i miss them ( said while cuddling a filbo fiddlepie plushie )
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oh yeah? well you won't want to say that about me again when i BEAT YOU UP! -i punch you but it ricochetted back onto my face making me knock myself out-
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How the Avengers Would React…
To You Hiding an Injury, No Matter How Small
Tony Stark x Reader
Walking into the bedroom be shared with the most incredible person in the world, Tony stared in horror at the sight before him.
Sitting at the foot of their bed, first aid supplies scattered around you, Y/N attempted to patch up a horrific, bloody gash on your side; a pained whimper escaping your mouth every time you brushed against it .
"Oh, God," he choked out. Horror, worry, and absolute fury at whoever had harmed this angel on earth warring in him.
Head jerking up, startled Y/E/C met pained chocolate brown.
“T-Tony!” You squeaked. “I can. I can explain!”
"Can you? Because I really don't see how you can explain away a goddamn stab wound that you elected to hide from me, and not get help,” he yelled, anger temporarily winning out.
Head sinking down with each word, you curled in on yourself in an attempt to make yourself smaller before the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; something that snapped the inventor out of his rage and into remorse and protectiveness.
"Why didn't you say anything, baby?" he pleaded, slowly approaching and kneeling a few feet away.
“I didn't. I didn't want to be a bother," you admitted softly. “You and everyone else had a meeting with Fury. And it's honestly not that bad!”
“Honey, you are literally bleeding your guts out. I fail to see how it's " not that bad ", Tony snorted. “I'm taking you to Cho, and that's final.”
Letting out an unhappy whine at that, you curled a bit more in on yourself.
"Do I have to? I hate her regen’ machine, it feels wrong,” you complained.
"I know, sweetheart. But Capsicle and One-Eyed Willy like their troops at peak performance,” Tony commented snarkily, needing to see his angel smile, even just a little bit.
You snickered hysterically at that, your smile enough to light the world for a thousand years.
"Grazie, amore mis per esserti sempre preso cura di me. (Thank you, my love , for always taking care of me)," you murmured in Italian as Tony scooped you up and began to carry you to the medical wing of the Avenger Tower.
Hearing you speak his mother's language did indescribable things to his heart and soul.
“Qualsiesi cosa per te mia dolce (Anything for you, my sweet),” he smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
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