#but i started it and now i cant stop till its done

[yugocar]

its actually really not good for me how i can't just /stop/ doing some organizational things. i have far more important things to be doing. i have two sets to exams to prepare for. i literally do not need to be spending hours organizing my poetry/text tag and yet here we are

[yourlovermumu]

 yandere!husband who loves you so much that all he has ever wanted is to make you his wife and have you by his side forever. 

he just really loves you. and the fact that he gets to come home to his pretty little wife greeting him with a ‘’welcome home honey!’’ makes his heart beat against his ribcage so loud that his almost sure you heard it too. 

at first it was a little hard for him to get used to all this. you greeting him with a hug and a warm smile when he comes home, cooking him delicious food, feeding him with your own hands from time to time, cuddling him, and the fact that he gets to see your face first thing in a morning when he wakes up. 

yandere!husband can hardly keep up with everything without blushing like crazy from the littlest things. poor man just loves his girl so much. 

so it shouldnt come as a surprise when he just cant take things anymore sometimes and ends up fucking you like a dog in heat near the closest surface he can find. 

its still hard for him to process sometimes that your his, he gets to have you, you agreed to be his forever. and his so grateful for it. 

and he just loves to come home to you in the kitchen with an apron on, cooking him delicious food. 

theres just something about you in an apron..that drives him insane.

just coming home to his pretty little wife in an apron..wow

he would come behind you and hug you securely from behind while your stirring the food. burying his face in the crook of your neck, sniffing it a little to inhale your scent. ‘’mhm...you smell so good sweetie..’’ he whispers as he places soft, gentle kisses on your neck that tickle you. 

you giggle at his kisses as you tell him to stop but he just smiles and pouts with a ‘’no baby, let me give you my love’’ he says as he continues trialing kisses from your neck to your shoulder. slipping your shirt down on one shoulder where his trailing down kisses. he eventually starts biting you softly. 

‘‘love, whats gotten into you- mh- ah..your..uhm..please wait till the the food is done baby.’‘ 

he doesnt say anything, just keeps kissing, biting and licking your tender skin. 

you reach your hand behind to grab his hair to somehow pull him away. and it does seem to work as he lifts his head up and comes to whisper in your ear, ‘’sweetie, dont be so cruel to your husband, dont deny my love and affection. it hurts me’’ he says with a fake pout. 

you sigh at his behavior, ‘’mhm, sorry love, i just need to get this done, you dont wanna eat burnt food now do you?’’ as much as you wanna give in you cant possibly do so when your cooking, you would hate to feed your dear husband brunt food after all. 

his hands stay wrapped on your waist as he hums, as if his considering it. but then a smirk quickly makes its way to his lips. as he licks your earlobe and then whispers, ‘’then..why dont you just turn the stove off and give me a little of your time darling? just for a bit, i promise. wont keep you for long baby.’’ he says as he places gentle feather kisses on your neck again. trying to slowly convince you. 

you gulp, trying to fight the little voice in you head that tells you to just give him what he wants. ‘’can’t you wait a bit longer baby?’’ 

‘‘can’t, can’t wait anymore baby.’‘ he responds

‘‘been thinking about you all day.’‘ he says as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. 

‘‘do you know what seeing you in this cute little apron is doing to me baby? do you know what its making me want to do?’‘ he asks as he flips you around, lifting you up into the kitchen counter. as he leans in close to your face. both his hands on either sides of your thighs ‘’hm?’’ 

you shake your head at his question. he chuckles when you do so. ‘’guess baby, guess’’ he says with a smile, waiting for you continue. 

‘‘its..making you really needy..isnt it, love?’‘ you ask, giggling. 

‘‘thats right baby, its making me so, so needy...its making me want to..take everything off besides the apron.. thats what its making me want to do.’‘ he says sternly. 

he smiles when he sees you flustered by what he said, a small chuckle leaves his lips, ‘’and tell you what’’ he pauses to look right into your eyes before speaking again, ‘’i dont think you’d stop me’’ 

‘‘aahh-! ah-! wait-! mh-mhmm..’‘ you moan as your left hand tightens on his hair. pulling and tugging it. but his not moving an inch. his too lost in pleasure to just stop and give you a moment to breathe. this whole moment, situation, is so amazing to him he cant possibly just stop. especially right when your about to cum again. 

‘‘make a mess of my face baby...dont hold back.’‘ he says as he moans into your pussy. sending vibrations through your cunt and making you shiver. 

‘‘gonna cum...’am gonna cum-!’‘ you warn as tears spill down your cheeks. 

yandare!husband only hums with his face stuffed between your thighs as he sucks and licks your pussy messily with two fingers stuffed into you. his cock twitching and leaking in his boxers from your screams, moans, and whines. everything about you is just so beautiful to him. 

it doesnt take long before your squirting on his face without a second warning. he tries to take every second drop inside his mouth desperately, like his a starving man. he licks you clean as he holds both your thighs apart. 

‘‘so sexy...i didnt know you could squirt like that..’‘ he chuckles as he looks up at your face. such a fucking mess you’ve become. your huffing and panting with sweat drenching your face. 

[poppy-metal]

that therapy piece was so beautiful:( what if you DID end up divorcing or at least separating, art does end up joining patrick and tashi in their weird whatever the fuck, and we’re like. yeah. thought so. but little do we know that he’s an actual mess that can’t even function, let alone fuck, when he does manage to get it up he bursts into tears before anyone can cum, and as sad tashi and patrick are for their boyfriend they also really need to have a decent orgasm without some guy crying in the background so they have to like…parent trap you back together

the angst of this is so beautiful hold awn...... cause art WOULD be someone who wouldn't realize what an important force in his life you are until you're gone. in my mind, you and him knew eachother since you were kids. didn't start dating till a little before college and then you just..... stayed together. no breakups. hardly any fights. Its not like any love was lost between you two but, there was this kind of lack of...... well, fire. tashi and patrick lit apart of him up inside, and what you refuse to acknowledge is they kinda did the same for you two. you both kinda orbited around patrick and tashi in college, and similarly they orbited back around you. you just couldn't see your importance there - so you extracted yourself from that patricktashi part of your life to devote yourself to art, while he stayed in their lives because he cant live without the kind of passion they ignite in him. the anger, the jealousy, the excitement.

with you gone though its like...... hes floundering. you're so soft, is the thing. arts always depended on your softness. you dont hurt him. you dont make him angry. you're warm and gentle and he can rest his head on your lap and fall asleep like a baby fawn in the middle of the woods with no fear a wolf will come along and rip him apart. in a bad way, you're safe. in a toxic way, being with you is him choosing to not take a leap with patrick or tashi and feel anything uncomfortable.

but in a good way, you're his best friend. in a healthy way, you're his anchor. his north star. and usually thats seen as a bad thing, he knows, love is supposed to be passionate and scary but what about when he wants to be held and just at peace? you've seen him through everything and you stayed. he knows he can put his heart in your hands and you wont crush it. and he loves you for it. you're the most tender, beautiful thing that's ever happened to him.

so its like. those two needs. the fire and the passion and the softness and tranquility. and where art has messed up is seeing them in two different ways. he cant put all his scary, passionate emotions onto you in fear of rejection and ruining what you have. he cant depend on patrick or tashi completely either because he doesn't trust them with his heart like he does with you.

hes left you alone in that sense. because you need the passion too. you needed it from him for so long and maybe your part of the blame is never asking for it. for cutting tashi and patrick out of your life because you were too scared of it at the time. but the longer you spent with art, the more you craved it. the fights, the breakups, the makeup sex. all of that.

so when you leave arts comfort is gone. he thinks, well maybe its for the best. i can take a risk now, i can try this thing with tashi - and even patrick. but it doesn't feel right. the leap doesn't feel good. and he realizes its because it was a leap he was always meant to take with you, together.

all these things patrick and tashi do - he should've done with you. he should've fought with you when you pissed him off. he should've tried to be more sexually adventurous. when tashi kisses him all he can think about is how you should be here. he should've asked why you stopped talking to them - he should've pushed you - he should've - he should've - he should've -

he spends nights at their house because he cant stand being alone in the house you shared. in the empty fucking bed. he'll end up pulling one of your sweaters from the closet you forgot to take with you that still smells like you, vanilla and cashmere, and cry into it like a pathetic slob. hes miserable. he wants you back.

he wants you back so he can love you better. he wants to see you kiss tashi, kiss patrick, see you allow yourself to be consumed. and then he wants you to come to him and sink into his arms and onto his cock and look into his eyes and tell him you love him, so he can moan the words back into your mouth.

but he can't. because you left him.

[olderthannetfic]

Have been having such a time lately trying to commit to this fic im writing because it's. Incredibly cathartic and is the start of me finally starting to explore the concepts im ashamed of being fascinated by.

Mpreg jokes have become so ubiquitous that it feels like people just roll their eyes or look at me like im a weirdo for trying to take the idea seriously? not just as a physical reality for the m getting pregged in question, but also as an Emotional reality for the character. Pregnancy and pregnant characters are still treated So fucking weirdly in General, and. i understand people having a trigger related to it, thats not what im talking about ofc, but at the same time its like. Its Pregnancy. Its how Life happens. And men irl Can and DO get pregnant. Even men that dont "look like" they would enjoy it. It's always "dont pigeon hole effeminate men as bottoms/omegas/subs!!" Until someone comes out and actually wants to see and read about The Most Stereotypical Guy to ever Dude experiencing 1.) what it means to be a vessel for life, and 2.) How that changes the way people will treat him.

Bc! as soon as i bring it up, no matter how tactfully and Chaste i try to be about it, the atmosphere in the conversation always Shifts, and there's this feeling that everyone just wants me to shut up and stop being a pervert because the mere premise makes them uncomfortable. Like im sorry thinking about men in fiction undergoing women's lived reality gives me a way to articulated an understanding of what it means to be capable of having a child (all the good, bad, and ugly parts of it) that is still not otherwise allowed in Polite Discussion irl, even in the closest of relationships??

Ill keep writing it for sure but like. The shame is rearing its head and im trying to fight it my getting Mad at the pervasive (and probably just perceived) puritanical judgements dished out my the rest of the world, instead.

Why is the idea of pregnancy never taken seriously. Why is it always shoved in a corner to be ignored till it Happens and its Forced into relevance. And then why is it treated as pointless or worse just straight up Bad if it isn't "done right"/arousingly/humorously while being relevant, either on the character's part Or the author's?

It's getting better more and more with time but im just. Wracking my brain about it today. I cant stop thinking about it, its all i want to talk about, but even In my nicest and most opem circles i can feel people pulling away, and all i can think is its because im doing it to the Wrong character (major macho man villian with a Lot of daddydom themed xreaders...) or something. and its so hard not to let myself get discouraged 👽

--

A lot of my fandom circles act like that, and it's because all pregnancy is somewhere between a massive squick and massively boring to them.

I find pregnancy more interesting now that I've experienced it, but I was definitely like "Why would anyone ever talk to me about this?" before, and it wasn't about picking the wrong character.

Some things are just unpopular with some audiences. Try not to get too discouraged.

[kararomanoff]

once upon a time a daddy just wanted her baby

this was written by a minor, if that makes you uncomfortable just don’t read

You are at an archery competition and stay in a hotel where all the other contestants are also staying. Kate Bishop was always your main competition, she was your enemy , but one night you appears at her room door. (G!P Kate)

warning: g!p Kate, daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, pet names, oral sex (r giving), p in v sex

You had done archery since as long as you could remember, your grandpa had been the first person to teach you always spending time together in your grandparents garden practicing, he was your best friend and when your mom who was his daughter died you and your dad moved in with him.

He had always been there for you even when you came out and your dad had shouted of days until he decided to leave your life over it and yet again grandpa was there, he was now all you have, him and archery.

you first met Kate Bishop when you where eleven, you where at your first serious archery competition sitting on the bench waiting till it was your turn when she came up to you and said ''apparently your who im up against to win, your just a stupid little girl your not going to win'' she was 14 at the time and that's how it's been since ; her thinking very little of you and you wanting to prove how good you are.

now sitting in a hotel room in berlin alone trying to figure out why Kate has only ever been horrible to you for these seven years. You had never known or asked why and it made everything hell, you never started doing archery competitively for the competition you did it for the community and for getting friends that had the same interest as you and all she had done had made it something scary, you didn't want to try prove yourself all the time just for her to never change, she is twenty one now and still acting the same as she did at fourteen, its ridiculous.

you need to speak to her. you need to shout in her face and tell her how she made hell out of you life.

she was some where in this hotel, all the contestants are.

you walk down to the reception desk ''hi, i was just wondering if you could tell me what room Kate Bishop is staying in, i need to speak to her'' you speak to the middle aged woman ''are they expecting you?''

''no'' you feel nervous now, what if you cant speak to her

''one second let me call and check its okay for me to give you her room number'' shit there is no way Kate is going to give it to you.

You wait as anxiously as she phones knowing Kate will give you shit for this when you next see her.

she comes off the phone ''she said yes, its room 1457'' you thank the woman for her help and then make you way to Kates room now having no idea what you are going to say or why she is letting you in her room.

you get the door of room 1457, Kate's room, her room. You knock on the door and wait what feels like forever till the door opens. Kate stands there in a shirt and her boxers, you cant help but stare at the outline of her cock and think about how big she is but you stop yourself.

You look back up, her lips held in a steady smirk ''I need to speak to you'' she nods and moves to the side to let you in. Kate sits down on the bed as if you weren't even there as you a stand as far away as you can.

''why are you here little girl hm? isnt it past your bed time''

''mm yeah it is but- what no Kate im 18 i dont have a bed time'' you lie, you did have a bed time that you had chosen but you couldnt tell her that.

''awww you do have a bed time dumb baby, when is it, 7pm?'' she laughs

you feel small when she treats you like this; which is practically when ever she speaks to you. ''no it at 10:45'' you mutter under your breath

''oh look at that its 10:35 ten minute till bed time and you here, do you need me to read you a bed time story? give you some milk?'' you shake your head feeling powerless against her ''come here'' Kate demands softly but you not move ''I SAID COME HERE!'' you walk over to the bed and stand in front of it ''little girl you cant go to bed in your clothes'' she sounds so evil ''Kate i cant do that'' you speak quietly ''you can and you will or i'll make you'' she threats and so you take your clothes off until your left in your bra and panties.

Kate stands up from the bed and walks behind you till towers over you. She presses her front on your back and you can feel her hard dick against you. ''you cant sleep with a bra on, such a dumb girl'' Kate tuts as she unhooks your bra till it slips off ''be a good girl for once and lie down on the bed for daddy'' you do as you told and lie down.

''now daddys going to tell you a story little girl okay'' she sits down at the desk chair and cups her cock through her boxers

''m'kay''

'' once upon a time a daddy just wanted her baby but her baby was bad and wont spend time with her daddy and that made her daddy very sad'' Kate pulls her boxers down till her dick comes out, she wraps her hand around it and start to move her hand up and down ''all the daddy wanted to do was care and teach and give her little girl super special treats but her baby was dumb and kept running away and then... well...'' she stands up to properly take off her boxers ''daddy had to punish her little girl'' you where in shock but also so very turned on it was embarrassing

''come to daddy baby'' you got up and stood in front of her ''your gonna be a good little obedient thing and suck daddys big special treat to apologise for being such a mean bad dumb little girl, open for daddy'' you open your mouth and she shoves her cock inside, you whine never have having a dick in your mouth, Kate know this, she know you where her good virgin and she know that she was going to take that from you and turn you into her fuck toy.

Kate grabbed you by your hair as she started to thrust into your mouth not caring about your whine and moans or the tears running down your face ''fucking take daddys giant cock take it'' her thrust speed up and her grip on your hair tightens ''fuck such a little whore all for daddy, bet your soaked hm? bet your pussy trying to grip onto nothing cause you want daddy in you so much''

''daddys gonna cum and you are gonna swallow every. last. fucking. drop'' and as she says that she cums send it all the way down your throat.

a minute later she pulls her dick out of your mouth, a string of her cum and your saliva going from your mouth to your her pretty pink tip '' take your pantie off and then get on the bed on all fours'' she commands and yet again you do as your told still wanting to prove how good you are.

''look at you doing what i tell you too, did daddy fuck some sense into you little one?'' you tried to reply but anything you tried to say was incoherent.

''this is gonna hurt at first but then it'll really really good, daddy promises'' Kate rasps as she starts to push her length

''mhmm daddy i-'' you moan

''i know slut daddy feels so good'' she then fills you with the entirety of her cock

''so fucking tight for daddy'' she starts to move pretty fast for at first but shes been waiting years for this. You had never given her a break, always being a good innocent girl with the bonus of daddy issues. Kate had lost count of the amount of times she jerked of thinking of her pretty baby, you've always been her pretty baby you just hadn't known. She was going to make you her dumb baby and you weren't going to say no.

you where close already, Kate could feel it; she could feel you squeezing her tight. ''so wet, is this all for daddy little girl?''

''yes daddy, yes all for you'' you where mindless at this point.

''you mine, mine only'' she husk possessively

''only daddys''

''fuck thats right whore'' Kate moans

''daddy i- i feel weird'' you cry out not really understanding the way your body feels.

''let it go baby, cum for daddy'' and then you came feeling so free and overwhelmed and floaty, suddenly thought you feel to much, over stimulated as she continues to thrust into you even faster than before.

'' 's to much daddy'' but she doesn't stop

''but daddy need to cum stupid baby''

'' 'm okay'' you tiredly reply

''fuck daddys gonna cum'' Kate paints your walls white as you whine.

Kate pulls out of you as you blink trying to keep your eyes open ''you did so good for daddy, everythings gonna be okay now i can look after you. sleep little one''

[jaylleoo14]

Thinking of a punk Floyd and cottage core Jade, and sometimes they would switch styles to throw people off >:3 (Also can we please ignore that Floyd literally has so much drabbles-) Look, if you've read my DNI already you should be familiar that I do like more of these darker and toxic topics/tropes in fiction. But I was thinking of a bullying one where the tweels try and make you more dependent on the other so they could trap you ukno? Now personally, sometimes I dont think i’m too big on like the bulliedxbully but LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHH omgomgomgomogmg the brain is ROTTING!!! Punk Floyd bullying you into having you to rely on Jade and Jade cooing you with sweet words as he comforts you, only to bring you back to Punk Floyd. Or Cottage Core Jade manipulating a situation or spreading some false rumors about you to have you get into a fight, only for Floyd to be around and save you from the situation. And its just the same repetitive process till you slowly break and become theirs.

The only way to have Floyd become nicer to you is to start hanging out with him more. But you dont want to hang with him, I mean, who'd want to hang out with their bully am I right? Though Jade's piercing words make you reconsider because he isn't going to be there to comfort you forever. You might as well be on better terms with him. So you do. You try to fearfully make an effort to get along with Floyd, and surprisingly why is he a lot nicer than before? Yea sure he still teases you and treats you a little roughly but he acts a bit more tender than before and much more mindful. Around this time though you begin to become wary of Jade. Sometimes you seek refuge in Floyds arms because of the things Jade tends to say, and with these two scary guys hanging around constantly, you seem to get more isolated from your friends. Jades work behind the scenes to spread some little "words' ' towards your friends and every time you come back to hang out and talk with them they inch away further. Their faces are shown with a mix of fear or discomfort. And you know this is Jades doing because he's always there when you turn around. He knows you know. But could you honestly blame them? They just love you so much! They want you to themselves, and yes they have shared nasty fights about it but the results came in and lord and behold. It's on a positive note that they will be sharing you. Maybe not so positive for you, but very delightful for them. They just love that fearful look in your face, the frustrated tones in your voice, and how adorable and cute you look overall. Not only that but Floyd loves it when he cages his arms around you whenever he teases/roughly plays around with you. And Jade loves it when you go to him, burying your tear filled face into his chest or shoulders from the aftermath of Floyds bullying. I can imagine Floyd getting all whiny a little after as he comes over seeing you hugging Jade trying to seek some sort of comfort and that satisfied look on his face. Jades brushing your hair as you continue to cry in his wool knitted sweater and now Floyds is just irritated. He's coming over and pulling you off of Jade in such a forceful manner that it catches you to stop crying for a moment. He's holding you close to himself and slightly aggressively patting your back like one would to calm down a baby, positioning you on his lap for a more comfortable hold. "Ahhhhh jeez stop huggin' Jade like that. Here, look, I'm sorry okay? Shhhhh just be quiet now." His hold on you is tight, as if wanting you to just let him do this. Like he's always done. Though it doesnt exactly help with your tears. "Oh look, you're making them even more scared fufufu." God you hate this. The way you have no one else to turn to other than Jade and Floyd, but when Floyds around you cant help but hide yourself from Jade when he makes you feel a sort of humiliation. "Hm? Now lookit' here Jade, you're makin them all shy." Floyd brings his free hand to your head, pushing it down gently to the nook of neck with your stifled tears. "Shy" was the wrong word to describe it, but he knew that he was just underplaying it. "They're shaking," Floyd remarks. "It seems so. Is something wrong (y/n)?"

The audacity... THE AUDACITY OF HIM ASKING THAT! You have to be around them, its either one or the other. Because whenever you're not, they ensure that something happens just so you could go back to them once again. "Here, why dont you come into my arms (y/n)? I'll comfort you better like i've always done." Jades extending his arms out to grab a hold of you but Floyds tugging you away. "You've already got enough time with them, its my turn to have shrimpy to myself." You can only stiffen yourself a bit in his hold, continuing to just let yourself sit on his lap as you lay your head on his shoulders. Nothing but sniffles as you try and calm down. Jade is deeply displeased with this, a darker look shadowing over his face. “Oh? I’m pretty sure I was talking with (y/n). You should learn when to know who's talking to who Floyd.” You can feel a fight brewing up, slighting clenching your hand onto Floyds fishnets over his black shirt. “I dont give a fuck, shrimpy’s mine. Piss off.” 

Floyds beginning to get into a nasty mood himself, and Jade is starting to also get heavily irritated with you being in Floyds arms instead of his. Though with a slightly strained smile but dark glinted eyes, Jade speaks in a low tone. “Yours? We agreed to share, and they certainly dont look comfortable-” 

But before Jade could finish his sentence Floyd goes in and kisses your wet cheeks, his black lipstick smeared and now planted and marked on your wet cheeks. “Too late~” You were definitely caught off guard by this, a slight gasp squeezing out of you. And with that, Jade snaps. He’s pulling Floyds head back with the most viscous strength and Floyd lets go of you. You fall off of his lap so suddenly and so abashedly. Now on the floor, your eyes still being red and puffy, your cheeks being a tad bit moist from the leftover streaks of tears, and now a black kiss mark, you watch as the two brothers start to go all out on each other. Floyds going in for nasty punches and Jades pinning him down. Jade’s jealous. Ohhhh so jealous. Not once was he able to give you a kiss, but Floyd has? Not only that but he got to leave a mark of the kiss as well. Things are starting to get bloodied between the two with their completely enraged fistfight, throwing each other around and taking in powerhouse swings of kicks. The sheer monstrosities these two are, it only makes you wonder what else they are capable of. “S-Stop it!” You’re not quite sure why, but you felt the need to do something about this. If you just left, well it isn't that hard to make you come running back once things have calmed down. And just as intended, they stop mid-fight and turn to look at you. Floyds black eyeshadow and black lipstick are all smudged, his face bruised and scraped. Jade shares a similar look, his hair no longer neat and more ragged looking. Parts of their clothes are ripped and torn, Jade's fist is raised in the air as the other is clenched at the collar of Floyds shirt. Floyd has his foot dug into Jade's side, a hand on his neck and his hand clenched into a fist stopping mid air. 

Shit, all you wanted to do was have them stop. But you never actually thought of what to do. You sat there on the floor, still shaken up by witnessing their short but brutal fight. And Jades the first to speak. “Ah, look how shooken up they are. Apologies, I didn't mean to show you such a perturbing sight of me.” Both Jades and Floyds grip on one another loosen up and they both look over at each other. And despite their beaten faces, without needing to speak another word it was like they both knew what to do with those unsettling big grins of theirs. “Ahhh I’m in so much pain because of Jade. He’s such a big meanie you know?” 

“I find that hard to believe when I have all these bruises on me.” They both come back over to you, eerily crawling over. Another wave of fear is ushered out from your throat and you scoot yourself back, only for the both of them to lunge forward and grab your ankles to pull you towards them. “Hmm what's this? Are you trying to run away from us?” 

“Yea, after all that fighting for you Shrimpy you want to run away?”

“You are the reason we fought.” 

“Its only fair you settle it considering you were the one that started it~”

“W-what? I didn’t-” They both tug you down against them further, each one on your side. They wrap their arms so possessively around you and despite just having a fight, they seem to be having a more gentle approach towards you. “Hmmmm though It’s still unfair if Floyd gets to leave his lipstick on you, it bothers me. I want to leave something on you too…” His sudden low voice tickles your ear and you dont really know how to react to this situation. But your hearts beating a bit faster now, and they both seem to know what it is they were doing. “Hey hey shrimpy look at me,” with your head turned over to look at Floyd like he asks, he lets out a satisfied smirk sprawled onto his beaten and makeup smudged face. Jade on the other side goes into gently peppering kisses into your neck and slowly digging his teeth in, taking advantage of the open chance given from Floyd. You react strongly, and to ensure you stay in place they ensure to hold you more firmly. “Just a little nibble. Just a small one. I dont have lipstick on so I had to take other measures, apologies (y/n) fufu” They’ve never made such big romantical advancements like this before, if you can call it romance. If so, then it’d be a very very messed up version of one. But in their arms like this, it felt so comforting. Why have you only been in one's arms when you could have been in both? This has just been so exhausting, and with somewhat mixed feelings despite all that had happened, you go in and kiss Jade on the head. “WHAT?! THAT'S SO UNFAIR!!!” Quickly, you go over to kiss Floyd on the forehead too and he’s quickly more pleased, a pout still forming on his face however since you didn’t pick him to kiss first. Tired. That's all that you are right now. And to just please them, you indulge yourself to them as well. And with the three of you tired, you just lay on the floor with you starting to doze off. And Jade and Floyd start to become content snuggling themselves next to your sides. What reason was there to bully you when you’ve already accepted the situation now, you were theirs, and they’ll make sure everyone knows that. Starting with you. 

Hehehehehe I love the tweels >:3 i wouldn’t mind if Floyds lipstick was smudged on my cheek hehehe ^w^ (Or sandwiched in between them) I mean why pick one when you can have both! Indulging in myself because I deserve it🤞🤞

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Okay but pls feel free to ignore this I'm not creative but I love your writing

But I have an elderly sphynx (cat) and he's the love of my life, he gets cold so he wears jumpers and hats, and wants to be inside my clothes for warmth and is just an absolute baby, and sleep in my arms/in my hood honestly 24/7. He's like a small person he's so needy.

I can picture Joel getting home and pregnant reader has acquired one from someone, and the cat is her "practice" baby and she dresses him up and absolutely spoils him and carries him everywhere and Joel is just so baffled by what on earth is going on. BUT CANT QUESTION IT BECAUSE READER IS A MEANIE (as she should be) (mother knows best)

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Sphinx cats are so cute oh my gosh!!! She would love him so much, subconsciously because she'd think it's like a little Joel when he would shave and be like "smooth—hairless—baby man" (which is subsequently the last he shaved fully).

Also can't believe youre gonna give such cute imagery but not even show us with a pic ugh devastating but ALAS. Here's how it would go:

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When Joel comes home, he usually expects one of two things: you're sleeping on the couch with some mixed fruit jelly smeared all over your mouth and between your tits, or you're throwing a plastic cup (because he pre-baby-proofed the house to avoid having any dangerous objects in YOUR grasp) at his head for opening the door the "wrong way" (how does one open a single sided hinged door the wrong way? He's still trying to figure it out).

So when he walks in the front door and hears excited little peeps from you from the bedroom, he's a little weary.

It's not till he's tossing his keys on the counter and hearing you say "you're such a handsome man" that Joel's heart stops.

There's no way. You wouldn't. Not now, not so fucking pregnant with his baby—

Oh fuck. Was it his baby? Or was it this "handsome man" in HIS house with HIS wife, canoodling in HIS bed!??

And how long? How long has this affair been going on under his roof? The entire time you'd be angry at Joel during your pregnancy, maybe you meant it? Maybe you were done with him, seeking something new and exciting?

When Joel finally rounds the corner, just one step away from the doorway, listening to your giddy gasps and rustling clothes, he doesn't know if he can bring himself to find out. Can only imagine a million things he's going to see, all of which are too painful to conceptualize.

He hears your excited giggles, closes his eyes, braces his heart, and walking in.

It takes him a second to register what he's looking at: there's no other man in here, but rather something tucked up in one of his old high school hoodies that you're wearing, backwards, with the hood hanging against your chest.

Then there's something moving in it, and he's almost scared you may have already had the baby and are suffocating it in the hood, though your belly is still very much full, so what—?

"Joel!" You shout, looking petrified as if you're caught in a scheme.

Before Joel can even speak up to ask what's going on, you're pulling what is possibly (from Joel's perspective, mind you) the ugliest pink squirmy ballsack out of his hoodie, complete with a skiny pale rat tail, big marble eyes and pointed ears.

"Meet Ramses!"

He drops his backpack at the door and stares. "What. Is that."

"I literally JUST said his name is Ramses." you scold, kissing the—thing— on the wrinkly folds of its forehead.

It starts purring affectionately, and it clicks.

"That's a CAT?" Joel shouts.

You can feel the poor thing curls up against you with tension at his booming voice.

Joel, please, lower your voice—"

"Where's its fur? No wait, why is it here? How did you get a cat? Who's cat is it? WHY do you have it??"

"Well Deanna next door had a family emergency in Connecticut and they had to fly out this morning, so I agreed we'd watch Ramses until they got back."

"Why is it naked? What did you DO to it?" Fucking hell, Deanna and George are going to have a field day to find you'd shaved their pet literally within 24 hours—

"That's the way it is. Never seen a sphinx cat before?"

Hes not really listening at this point. Joels heart rate had finally caught up with him as he kind of breathes a sigh of relief.

A cat. He thought you were having an affair with a cat.

"Isn't he sooooo cute!!!" You squeal with little jumpy feet.

But it's not cute. Not with the way it's looking at Joel, with its slitted murderous eyes and pointed claws clinging to you while it hisses at him.

"Why is it in my hoodie?"

"He's cold, damnit Joel even YOU noticed he's naked. Poor handsome baby needs all kinds of love, and sweaters, and warmth and—"

The little sucker is just eating it up, as you babble on about getting it jumpers, and baby socks, and cutting all of Joels sweaters up so it can rest on top of your belly, and a spot for it in the bed—

"The BED? NO. No ballsacks in the bed."

"He's SO much cuter than your HAIRY ballsack, Joel, which as far as tonight, can agree to those terms and sleep on the couch." You scoff him and hold Ramses to your chest, scratching his ears and kissing him as you shove past your husband.

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Joel doesn't know what to do. Its one thing to agree to feed a cat every so often for a friend while they're out. It's something else entirely to be doing... what you've been doing.

There's a new amazon box in every hour with custom knitted cat sweaters and hats and ear muffs that you've gone off the reservation with just "needing" to keep warm, now full blown getting an outfit for every occasion. He hears you talking to it like a person, using a baby voice to tell him how handsome he looks, "like a wittle baby pharoh". Joel is tripping over all the cans of luxirous cat food youve been "testing" to find his desired taste. The man can't even get cuddles with you anymore because you're so god damn obsessed with swaddling Ramses in your clothes and softest blankets.

And it KNOWS. The damn cat KNOWS you've completely ignored your ever doting and pampering husband for it—while it does NOTHING but absorb your affection. You've craddled it against your every exposed piece of skin from sleeping across your neck to letting it rest atop your bump. Each time Joel tried to hug you, there's a quick hiss at him and low and behold there's the sleeping Ramses all nestled in HIS GODDAMN HOODIES (granted, that he gave you BUT STILL) wedged between your tummy and tits like a sauna, all curled up as youre talking to it like its a—

Oh my god.

"Are you... practicing—for the baby??"

You stop mid bounce of the kitty in your lap, wearing a matching knitted sweater to yours. "What! No! Thats—" but your eyes faulter to the cat who's just been helplessly going along with your toying. "No! Ramses is just a sweet little kitty who has NEEDS. Poor baby boy is so cold, he needs warmth of a —"

"Mother?"

"MAYBE."

Joel goes to sit down but the cat is giving him a less than inviting glare, so he slinks back to the other end of the couch.  "Honey. I think you're taking the cat-sitting too far."

"NO Im not!" You cry. You clutch the poor baby close to you defensively.  Why are you crying? I mean, you KNOW why--you're worried Joel is going to take your baby away from you—

Ooooooooooooooooooh. Oh fuck.

You stare at the little lump of skin curled up in your lap, with his collar that says "mommy's goodest boy" and realize how much Joel is definitely right...

Not that you'd EVER tell him that.

"No. You're wrong. I'm just being a fantastic neighbor. And you're being a shitty husband and not supporting me."

"That's a little too far—"

"And—" you interject. "Even if it WAS my baby practice. Which it isn't. You aren't being a very supportive father here either."

He sighs in defeat.

Can't argue there.

so when Deanna and George call to let you know they're going to be another week up North, you let them know Ramses is in good hands.

All true. Now that Joel had gained Ramses trust and had maneuvered the little guy in the new baby sling that you two could not figure out for months, you felt pretty confident in Joel's papa skills blossoming.

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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife masterlist

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mdni .

you woke up on your bed when you smelled something from outside of your bedroom. getting up from your bed, bring the headache straight to your head. ah i went crazy last night.

trying your best not to bump into the walls while walking to the kitchen till you see someone’s back, cooking something, smelled like pancakes. his back turned around, “youre awake?” you nodded.

“did you sleep here, bin?” he nodded, “i fell asleep on the couch, i was planning to drive back home but yea” he shrugged. “i see. are you making pancakes?” “yea, i made some hangover soup for you too. go wash your face first”

after brushing your teeth and all, you started eating the soup hanbin made for you, “bin” he looked at you with pancakes full in his mouth. you chuckled, “i want to ask you something” he nodded, “go on”

“did i do something yesterday..?” he tilt his head, “what do you mean?” you sighed, “did i… sleep with someone..?” he stared at me with a shock face “wh-.. i.. uh.. no..” you frowned, “really? youre not lying right?”

she doesn’t remember.

but she has the right to know, hanbin.

you shrugged, “i asked because when im drunk, i’ll wake up with someone beside me. but, i’ll just believe you. thank you for the soup, i feel so much better now. youre done right? i’ll go wash the dishes” you were going to take his plate but he hold your wrist, “i lied.” you looked at him, “hm?” you sat back down.

“i..u- we..” he stuttered. “what is it?” you asked. “we..” we?… oh … oh. “hanbin, did we..?” he tries avoid your eye contact, “i couldn’t.. hold myself.” he sighed, “imsosorryiknowyouhatemenowyoucanpunchmeslapmeitsmyfault” you chuckled and hold his hand, “hanbin, i dont hate you.” he looked up to you, “but-“ “im pretty sure its my fault” you looked down. silence came for like 5 seconds till he speaks up, “i didn’t hate it though..” you smiled, “even though i cant remember it, but i didnt regret it. im glad it was you. its really a shame that i cant remember it” you caressed his hand before letting go and took the dishes to go wash it. he sat there, eyes widen a little when he heard you say that. then his mind went back to last night..

“we shouldn’t…” his mouth said it while his body reacted the opposite, his hand on your waist, pulling your close even though he keep repeating shit like “we shouldn’t” “we cant”

“i know you want it too, bin..” he hates how right are you and that he cant deny that. the way your hand feels on him. no, she’s drunk. you cant hanbin. “you wont regret this, i promise.” you whispered as your lips brush against his. im fucked. “ah fuck it” he groans before smashing his lips into yours, immediately entering his tongue in.

pushing you down your bed, both instantly taking off your clothes. “do you have any condom, princess?” you shakes your head, “fuck me raw, hanbin.”

his mind went back, looking down to his pants, seeing his hard cock already bulging the pants. he turned to you at the sink, before biting his lips, trying to stop himself. i didn’t regret it. thats what she said. she didnt regret it.

you heard hanbin standing up from his chair before you feel his presence behind you, when youre about to turn around, he hugged you from behind. “han-“ then you feel it. something poking your ass. he sighed into your neck, “i cant stop thinking about it..” he mumbles. you can feel your face turning red. “you’ll remember this time, princess. please just let me..” he starts grinding on you slowly. you turned to him, “do whatever you want to me, bin.” he stared at you before smashing his lips on yours.

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Hi. Can you make a fic/headcannon with Tesla that has a s/o that is a badass with anger issues. Tesla would always give her migranes with the shenanigans that he does. She would pull Tesla from the scruff of his shirt, and pull him out, telling him he is done.

Thx in advance

Absolutely!! i have been dying to write for Tesla!! >:3 i really hope you enjoy!!

Tesla with a Badass!Reader!! Warnings: Yelling? Type: Drabble!!

Tesla has always been one to get on your nerves. But who were you not to love him? Hes just a silly guy!! Any time he has a new idea for any experiment, h runs around without you knowing. He knows how mad you can get if you find him putting himself in danger. It sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of you picking him up and shaking some sense into him.

This time, he thought about actually trying to start out his Gematria Zone. You had kept a keen eye on him lately, along with his science buddies. You knew he was up to something just by the way he kept distancing himself from you.

It was quite the normal day in the lab, Tesla was writing on the chalkboard while Edison followed closely with a notepad and quick fingers. The other scientist fiddled with their own mess, drabbling in their own fields.

You could hear the jabber between the men, only barely overridden by the buzz of some electric things that you had no clue how they worked. You never minded letting Tesla have his own days with his men, but he always promised to tell you what he was doing that day. Somehow, he had bribed you into going out for the day with some of the other females and valkyries in Valhalla. You knew it was was risky, considering that your boyfriend was one of the most famous scientists.

You let it slide, calming down and hanging out with your girls. The date was going just wonderfully! Goll was talking your ear off about something she had learned about Jack the Ripper, and Brunhilde was just letting her jabber. The three of you walked the halls gently, hearing the other people laugh and banter about. A party was in a few days, commemorating all the gods and those who made it Valhalla. All was swell till your phone dinged.

"Hey, [your name], I think you should head back, Teslas getting out of control"

Your eyes widened at the sight of the text. Sure, Edison texted you here and there, but it was only flirtatious comments. This mustve been serious.

"Hey- i gotta run. Its Tesla."

Goll cocked her head slightly as brunhilde sighed and waved a shoo hand at you. You waved to them before darting down the hall, slamming doors open and running through room after room to make it back to the observatory. Once you made it, you slammed the door open, huffing and puffing.

All the scientists dropped what they were doing with shocked and scared faces. They knew what was up. A few pointed at Tesla as he continued to fiddle with a bunch of wires, sparking everywhere

"Nikola. Tesla."

Your voice rung out in the large room, causing him to turn swiftly around and see who called him. His face lit up and he smiled, taking off his gloves.

"My Darli-"

"Dont play dumb with me now, Tes.."

His eyes slightly widened as he watched you walk towards him. He was tall, but you were MUCH taller. You swiftly grabbed him by the back of his shirt and coat, holding him up like a mother dog would her puppies. He smiled weakly as his feet dangled off the ground .

"D-Dear, no need to be rash-!"

"No. I told you, I cant trust you around your own damn experiments."

Edison was giggling in the corner, covering his mouth with his hand. You shot a deathly glare at him and he immediately stopped. All the other scientist along with Edison backed up.

"C'mon.. were going home."

"B-but my Gematria Dome!''

"NO! Youre done!"

And with that you tossed him over your shoulder, and walked out the room. After walking for a while, you sat him down and sighed.

"im sorry for yelling at you, Tes.."

Tesla chuckled and shook his head.

"oh nono, you were just saving me from my own death, my dear.. thank you.."

GRAAAAAA okay lowkey i did not intend for this to be so long. But i really really hope you enjoyed this!! Its my first real time writing for Tesla, so i hope its to your standards!!!

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Hello💗💗💗, I was wondering if you could write headcanons about König, (fluffy and spicy), I haven't seen to much of him, so I would really appreciate it.

Kiss, kiss👄

OH HOHOHOHO ANON THX FOR FREEDOM! Alright, I read Wikipedia. Now let's get to this! IM SORRY IF I BUTCHERED HIM VERY LIMITED INFO

WARNING AFTER THE FLUFFY IS SOME SPOICY AND DOES MENTION KINK NOT IN SPECIFIC BUT YEAG

ALSO READER IS FEMALE

We Gonna start sweet~

Meeting: 

+You met him on a mission and he caught your attention! You knew he wasn't very chatty but that was no biggie. 

+ You accidentally scared him off cause he isn't used to such attention. Poor baby needed a minute. 

+You didn't know but you thought he just didn't like you. 

+When you stopped talking to him, he would search you out. Cause he liked to listen and no one talks to him. 

+ you got the hint after a bit of him making very subtle hints. 

Relationship:

 +Definitely a friends before lovers thing going on here. 

+Not even being his closest friend, you barely saw him without his face covered. EVEN DATING, IT TOOK HIM A YEAR! Then again, I do not blame him. 

+ If he shows you his face, you are under oath to not tell a single soul. If he shows you his face, HE TRUSTS YOU WITH HIS LIFE! YOU COULD NEVER BREAK THAT!!

+You really get him to reach the limits of his comfort zones when it comes to PDA. He really likes it but he's much too scared to initiate it himself. 

+ Bubbly GF with tall intimidating BF All the way. Sir scared men away for miles and not a single soul knows he's such a sweetheart. 

+very much a gentleman, the Gentlest of man's ever FR FR!

+YOU TWO ALSO HAVE POKE BATTLES! POKING EACH OTHER RAPIDLY TILL SOMEONE CANT TAKE IT. Mainly you, cause this man plays a dirty poke game...

+he loves to listen to you talk about your day while he does his various hobbies.

+Once you finish he like to show you what he did. Most of the time its really cool and he’s so proud of himself when you like what he did.

Comforting:

+Comforting each other was def a challenge for both of you. König has to reach out of his comfort zone to be there for you when you needed him most and you comfort König without overwhelming him and making it worse.

+It took a few months to get it down for both of you.  

+When he is stressed he realized soft reassuring touch helps him a lot. Touch is huge for him and luckily you saw no problem with that. 

+The best way to calm him down is in a private place, remove his helmet, and rub his head. Running your fingers through his hair. 

+for you, he tries his best to be ideal but, in the happenstance where he can't, he will still be with you the entire time. Listening intently to all your issues, he knows he can't fix all your issues and cure all your pain. But he wishes to help you love your scars and carry your baggage. 

+You two rely on each other, and to him, he can't see it any other way. He is overjoyed by having someone willing to understand and learn how to help him. 

+In turn, he is your forever, he hasn't told you yet but it's in his head already. He isn't leaving and is def ready to kill for you.

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I REPEAT NO KIDS! NADA YOU HAVE HAD PLENTY WARNING FROM THIS POINT.

Okay spicy time:

X König I could see as a switch.. but I'm more leaning to a bottom. If he had to dom he’d be the softest dom ever.

X being dom scared him cause he doesn’t want to hurt you and that terrifies him. You reassured him that's its okay and he can try if he wants.

X HE DID WANT TOO

X Surprisingly, he handles himself well. I mean r e a l well. Like you were screaming in pleasure well. That surprised you alot.

X “are you sure you never done this?” He only nodded back.

X when you top, he melt. By the end of the night he’s so high of bliss that it takes him a minute to move.

X and if you wanna know, yes, he is packin’. A real good balance of length and girth.

X about kinks though, he has some he wants to do. But he doesn’t tell you till you asked him. What chocked you most is how much he wanted to try. Like a list…

X NOT THAT YOU WERE AGAINST IT!

X You went through marking all the ones you didnt feel comfy with and he was very hap. He now refers to his “To do list of Sexy time things” when he feels spicy.

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Resending this because I'm an idiot and sent it half finished

So I think a day out with possessive mommy wanda would be so nice. She'd get you all dressed up in a cute little outfit and have you do a little twirl to show it off. She'll look you up and down telling you how pretty you look for her while you fluster under her intense gaze. As a reward for being so good for her recently she's decided to take you shopping.

Wanda will spoil you endlessly, buying anything you want. She'll rest her hand on your ass while you're walking to the next shop because she always wants to be touching you in whichever way she can. That way anyone who looks at you will know you're taken, and also by the dark marks she littered all over your neck the night before that she refused to let you cover up. You get a little embarrassed but you know you're proud to be hers. When you make a pitstop at a cafe for lunch, she'll have you sit on her lap, one arm wrapped securely around your waist and one resting on your thigh. Of course Wanda will order for you, she knows your favourite snack and drink anyway.

For the end of the day, she'll surprise you with one more reward and will let you eat her out as she knows how much you love her taste. She'll then allow you to choose what toy she uses to fuck you with and will fuck you till you cant think about anything but her.

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i firmly believe that wanda picks out your outfits for you. she's all like, "let mommy dress you baby, i want to pick he perfect outfit for my perfect girl," and you fall for it every time. she practically just makes you melt, and so here you are in one of the shortest skirts you own, floundering under wanda's intense green eyes.

"you look so beautiful, darling." she'd husk out, and you'd just get even more flustered than you already are, reminding her that you have things to get done today.

she'd reward you for being so on top of things by promising a reward while you're out for the day. it seems like the second you even hint at wanting something, she's already put it in the cart. you can't help but start to get needy, with the way her hand is dangerously low on your waist, her fingers brushing the sweet of your backside every so often.

you're tugging your hair around your shoulders, trying to hide the dark hickeys she'd marked you with the night before, but wanda just smiles at you and brushes it right back behind your ears, leaning in to whisper, "don't hide them, darling. i want everyone to know that you're mine."

of course, you take one look at her wide green eyes, and find that you can't deny her anything. so, you walk around with your head held high, and wanda doesn't think she's ever been this desperate in public before.

she can barely make it through the late lunch you have, what with you squirming all over her lap. her hand on your hip stops most of the movement, but she watches the flush gradually make its way up your neck and onto your pretty face.

"let me order for you baby. remember, mommy knows what's best for you." she'd murmur, and you'd agree, satisfied with the choice she picked out for you.

by the time you get home, wanda's so fucking proud of you that she just can't hold herself back any longer. she practically throws you onto the bed, ripping her clothes off as you squirm out of your own, before positioning herself above your eager tongue.

"as a reward for being so good for me, now you get to eat mommy out and make her feel good." she'd say, and you'd barely have enough time to nod before your mouth is covered by her dripping core.

you barely remember the rest of the night, the taste of her lingering on your tongue as she rewards you with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

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hehehehehe thank u so much for this one i wrote this with a rising fever so if its bad, im sorry

dw, i'm about to go take some medicine rn but i had to get the thoughts out

[kazucee]

★CANT BE MORE DOWN BAD THAN I AM ! It's the way a smile could easily coax a heartbeat to race. It's the way that lingering unintentional stares manage to leave one on just teetering the edge of insanity. It's the way that despite everything, at the end of the day you'll both still remain roommates, but then the start of a new day begins and suddenly you're questioning everything all over again.

In which our favourite scribe and architect struggle with feelings and their painfully obvious pining, for the lovers who up till now don't know where they stand in the positive negative line of relationships. Pairings: Alhaitham x Kaveh ! [Wk: 897]

Tall, blonde and gorgeous. Like that stupid french fry meme that has done its fair share of circulation throughout sumeru. It was stupid really that Kaveh had been the first to come to the scribe's mind when Cyno had mentioned it a few days ago during their annual TCG card gathering, it was stupid how Alhaitham can't seem to keep his mind off the architect after that event. It was fresh in his mind, burrowing and making a home in the alcoves of his brain cavity, making its unwanted and pestering presence known throughout the entire day. His entire day. Kaveh. Kaveh. Kaveh. With blonde hair that reminds him of a sunflower. The brunette ends contrasting to his golden honey spun hair making themselves known everyday, every minute, every second of his damn life.

It was an imperfection, unsymmetrical, a product of Kaveh’s laziness—since the architect had stopped bothering to hide his natural hair color with that hideous brunette hair dye that always smelled a little too pungent for Alhaitham’s liking—he couldn't tolerate but found himself staring at for a moment too long. It was bothering him. Kaveh and his stupid blonde hair and the stupid brunette tips at the end. It was a painfully ethereal reminder that the blonde was in fact the object of his desires, the recipient of his pathetic pining and silent adoration.

Even at this moment, with Kaveh sitting innocently enough on that green couch that he claimed was hideous, the scribe thinks—no feels that he must be at the tipping edge of his sanity, grasping at the strings desperately. It's just Kaveh. His roommate. With the stupid blonde hair, the brunette tips and the red clips stuck in different directions driving him to the point of madness as he casually sits there and sketches his latest commision and blabbering about nonsensical things.

Despite showing his complete disinterest towards Kaveh’s complaints about his latest client, the blonde still yammered on. Alhaitham tries, desperately, to find it in himself to switch on that damned noise canceling button and be done with his roommates voice. But he found himself listening, though with disinterest, book in hand, headphones on and hearing every single word, it's like an old record that one resonated with by chance and it won't stop playing it's hypnotizing tune. He needs fresh air. And he'll keep needing fresh air, he thinks that it's the fact that they've been living together and he had gotten a little too used to the others' constant presence.

If Kaveh noticed Alhaithams change in the way he regarded him, more softer, like how your lover would whisper sweet nothings to you at the dead of night, under the lavender scented sheets and away from the world's view. Kaveh had truly mastered the art of ‘if you convince yourself enough, then there's nothing wrong with your roommates sudden change in behavioral patterns.’ The blonde will pretend that waking up to a warm blanket that definitely wasn't there the night before was normal and Alhaitham was probably just making sure he's still alive to pay rent by the end of the month. He'll pretend that he definitely didn't suddenly start picking up on ancient runes just so that he'd have a ground for conversation with that nuisance of a roommate of his. His. Roomate. His nuisance of a roommate that he'd catch looking at him with a pinch of sweetness and warmth, with that smile that he pretends isn't there when Kaveh tells him cheesy jokes or his usual complaints.

It didn't matter that Kaveh wanted all those secret looks and smiles to mean something, at this point he'd take anything from that dense scribe's mind. He didn't know exactly where Alhaitham fit in his scale of friends, he had Tighnari for whenever he has some gossip to spill, Cyno for when he needs someone to carry him home should he ever end up drunk to the point where he can't stand straight, Nilou for when a casual day comes by so they can sit down and have tea together and chat about all the lovely things. But Alhaitham—there is no set definition of where their relationship (no friendship) stands. There's too many variables that come into play whenever he's involved, he's his roomate, his best friend, the person he could see himself spending the rest of his life with—but the latter thought is saved for those nights where he'd indulge in all those variables, where there's no need for a set relationship, where Alhaitham would stop sending him all these signals and still not act upon them.

Denial is not only a river or the act of deluding oneself. Denial is two roommates, polar opposites, with an ever changing and confusing relationship, with mixed signals, imperfections that seem to still appear perfect to the other, thoughts about the future. Their future. When those multiple variables finally reach a derived conclusion. A conclusion that they both wished would desperately happen, but until then they'll keep dancing on that fragile line of best friends, roommates, and maybe in those quiet slow days, lovers.

Small a/n: this drabble was so impulsive and so not proofread haha. See I'm supposed to be asleep right now but my body clock won't allow it for some reason so I thought 'oh I should write about Haikaveh'. College is sucking the life out of me but hey there are times where I get random bursts of 'oh go write this it'll be fun' moments. Anyways for the Haikaveh' enjoyers, it's so hard to come by Haikaveh fics here on Tumblr- or I'm just looking at the wrong places?

The characters are from genshin impact ! Fic by me © All rights reserved.

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[decaydanceredacted]

that one fic you linked where pete holds the bartskull choker above bilvys head its actually like one of the most important fics in the world. to me. i heart pete wentz power dynamic with every decaydance pretty boy. to get signed to decaydance circa 2005-2006 you have to be willing to sacrifice your lyricist to the pw harem im sorry you cant escape it. thing is i think pete wentz WOULD just like sign these bands normally if he had to. he already has patrick he doesnt really need all of these boys as well . but theyre all just aching for it and he knows. peter pan but all the lost boys are just subby sad musicians. and they all just get on their knees as soon as he asks so its not like its really his fault for taking advantage of the opportunity.

but i am mostly just thinking abt bill and ryan rn . his two doe eyed boys… and with how tai took panic on their first international tour (iirc) i can just imagine in my head pw calling them to tell them how to get off together (theyre not allowed to cum if pete cant see or hear, obviously, because then whats the point?) theyre in panics bus, having Very Strongly suggested that everyone else leave them alone Oh And Also Dont Come Back In Till One Of Us Says. Yeah You Know Why. theyre already making out on the couch when pete calls, but they immediately stop touching once they answer, the need for instruction strong in both of them. pete immediately gets them back on each other, the wet sounds of their kissing starting to get him hard from across the ocean. they undress each other slowly at petes request, so he can hear each item of clothing individually. petes known bill for longer than hes known ryan, knows more of his buttons and how to press them, so this first time he makes ryan fuck bill. he makes a rule that the boys arent allowed to talk to each other when they do this, only ask pete what to do and how, so that they have to trust that pete knows what hes doing and how far they can go and its soooo worth it. he has to have his volume all the way up to be able to hear all the gasps and whimpers the boys let out as he directs them, but he doesnt mind. ryan quickly learns that bill loves having his hair pulled ('you can pull it real hard, ry, he likes it. thaaats right, good boy.') and his throat fucked ('dont worry about his voice, he needs this, hes even more desperate than you.') and bilvy learns that ryan needs pain any way it comes ('bite his thighs, bill. again, but harder. hear that? he loves it, such a slut.')

it feels like hours before ryans finally allowed to start stretching bill, bending him over the side of the couch. he's never really done this to anyone but himself before so he's constantly asking for more instructions, the phone resting by bills head. 'can i add another finger now, pete?' 'am i allowed to touch his dick while i do this, pete? please, i really want to, its so pretty.' 'does he need more lube?' 'can i fuck him yet? can he take it after only two?' bills quiet throughout, content in taking what hes given and not asking for more, but after a while he starts begging pete to let ryan fuck him too. 'please, pete, i really need it, please let him?? we'll be good, you know we will, pleeeease.' bingo, thats what pete was waiting for, he guesses, both of them begging and pleading like they need it more than theyve ever needed anything, because it doesn't take much more of that for him to finally, FINALLY give them permission. he tells bill that he has to be as loud as he can, because he needs to be able to hear his pretty boy over the sound of skin on skin, and he does as hes told. he probably scandalizes anyone within 10 feet of the bus with the sheer volume of his moans. its really hard for either of them to hear pete through the noise, but sometimes his voice will cut through it all, telling ryan to be rougher, to slap bills ass when hes quieting down too much, telling bill when to clench around ryans dick and to keep tell him how it feels. at one point he makes an offhand comment about how pretty his pets sound breeding each other and that gets ryan closer to the edge than he has been the entire afternoon, which is new to everyone. hes immediately asking pete if he can make bill cum and feels himself swell with pride when pete tells him what a good boy he is, wanting bilvy to get off first, such a gentleman. of course he can, theyve been so good. he jerks bill off fast and rough, like hes told, and bill cums all over his hand as soon as pete says he can. pete tells ryan to get bill to clean it up for him, and groans loudly when he hears the sound of bill sucking and moaning around ryans fingers as he does. ryan asks if he should pull out, but pete tells him no, 'bill can take it, look at him ry, he can take it, you can keep fucking him till youre done. cum whenever you want, ryan, you dont have to ask if you dont want, youve been so good.' he does ask, though, needs to be sure its okay, needs to know hes not breaking any secret rule he doesnt know about yet, and that alone nearly makes pete cream his jeans, but this isnt really about him no matter what he makes them believe, so he manages to hold off. pete tells him to cum as deep in bill as hes able, to make sure it takes of course, and ryan lets out the most pathetic noise hes ever made in his life as he does so.

i havent considered the logistics of how aftercare would work with pete involved but i dont think he would have either so bill and ryan would try figure it out on their own. theyre allowed to talk to eachother again, pete says so, but they dont, neither of them really having it in them. ryan helps bill get dressed and helps him brush any knots out of his hair and bill makes sure ryan has something cold for the marks on his neck and thighs before helping him to his bunk. pete repeats through the phone line that they both did so good, tells them how perfect they are and how much he cares about them, but eventually they hang up so they can try to sleep. theyre truly too lanky to cuddle up together in it, so bill steals the bunk above ryans (which he needs help getting into with how weak his legs are) and dangles his hand off the edge for ryan to hold while they both drift off. pete informs the others with a text that the bus is safe again, and when they wake up theyre in a different city. heart emoji blushing emoji. - sweat anon

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[wh0re4gambit]

The girl that

Scott Summer x fem!Reader (sfw)

Scott has a not so secret, secret crush on Y/N

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»Just ask her out already.«

Scott immediately snapped his head to looked at Jubilee in disbelief and shushed her.

»What, nooo « he whisper shouted.

»Why not? I mean you two would look so cute together aaanddd...« she pointed her finger up to signal him that shes not done yet » its been one hell of a long minute since you've been in a relationship since you and Jean broke up.« Scott was about to open his mouth but Jubilee stopped him once again »Ah I'm not done.« And took a bite of her sandwich »Since she joined the team, you are head over heels for her. Always stare at her and zoom out when she walks by, once you mention her you cant stop talking about her, Y/N did this today, Y/N ate that today, oh look this t-shirt has the same color as Y/N's eyes, Y/N-...« the seventeen year old mocked the team-leader. »Okay I got it, but would you keep it quiet.«

»Only if you ask her out« Jubilee challenged Scott.

»Jubes why would she want to go on a date with me. We barely talk and-« »Barely talk« She scoffed ironically »You two talk for hours ones you guys stumble across your guys way, trust me Scott, I got my reasons and really, really, really good sources that tell me, she'll definitely, 100% would go out on a date with you when you ask her« She took another bite of her gold-brown toasted sandwich.

»If you don't do it I'll do it for you« she shrugged and was about to hop of her seat just before Scott could grab her wrist, in a rather hectic motion.

»Ok, Ok. I'll ask her, just, you know not in the next few hours.«

»Within the next 36 hours, which gives you time till tomorrow 8 p.m.« Jubilee grabbed her sandwich and with one smooth nod, she made her pink sunglasses drop down from her head to her nose and walked off, god knows where.

'Okay, no big deal, you just go to her and start some smalltalk, ask her if she's interested in going on a date and the rest is up to her.' Summers told himself.

He stood up from the table while taking the last sip of his coffee and made his way down to start a long day of work and when this one was done, he would ask the girl that was able to make him blush, out.

The girl that sometimes lets her temperament get the best of her.

The girl that he could talk to for hours that seem to be minutes.

The girl that wasn't afraid to even call Logan out.

The girl that would do everything in her power to protect those who cant.

The girl with the most beautiful eyes ever, and how these start fill with passion every time she starts talking about things shes so passionate about.

The girl that-

»Scott, are ya' even listenin' to me, Sugah?«

»Hm? No, I'm sorry Rogue would you repeat what you just said.«

Rogue chuckled »Ya' have to ask her out, literally every time ya' think about her, you start smillin' like a school girl and also get all blushed up like one too.«

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A few hours have passed and Jubilee made her way towards the control room of the danger room, with a bag filled with burgers.

»Soooo did you ask her out already?« Jubilee walked into the control room with Scott sitting on one of the three chairs in front of tons of buttons.

He just turned around with his lips pursed together.

Because much to Jubilees surprise right next to him was Y/N with a confused look on her face.

»You know what Scott, I'm just gonna leave this here ... « And placed the bag of burgers on a small table »... and leave you two alone« and made a 180° turn to leave as promised.

Scott now getting back to his original position starring at some invisible point in front of him still lips pursed together.

»Soo who is the lucky lady you are planning on asking out?« Y/N asked in a sarcastic voice and bumped the shoulder of the man next to her.

»Uh..« 'now or never Scott' » It's actually you.«

»Oh.« Y/N took a second, because she was genuinely surprised by his respond.

She had never expected Scott to be even remotely interested in her.

Was she interested in him? Definitely.

»So what are you waiting for?« she asked him him, now completely facing him, but him still not daring to look at her.

»Enough confidence to accept being rejected, I guess.«

»And what if there is no rejection to accept?«

He turned his head around looking into her eyes, consuming every single detail, wether its the slightly different colored dot or the tiny transitions between shades.

»Well than I'd be really happy and looking forward to the date with the most beautiful woman looks and personality wise.«

»Well, then why not ask now...«

"The girl that-" ... made him forget everything else.

»Would you like to go on a date with me?«

»I'd love to Summers.«

A big smile grew onto Scott's face.

»Then just dress nice, I'll pick you up at 7 and the rest is a surprise.«

»Sounds like a good plan.«

[jhynka]

- from here on out

part 1 part 2 part 3

genre: fluff, angst with and without comfort, series

pairing: suguru niragi x reader

sypnosis: you enter the borderlands with your 4-year-old son, Hotaru, the only goal you have is to find your husband and brother except who knows how they've changed and what they've done while you were gone.

CW: unedited

AN: hello hello!!!! another fic back at you again (two fics in two days?? Impossible!) anyway here's a fic where chishiya is ur brother , you're married to niragi and you both have a son named hotaru! now its GUARANTEED that you will get a part 2 since i already have it and i just need to polish it. anyway yuh hope you enjoyyy happy reading!

Entering the borderlands with your 4-year-old son wasn't easy. The both of you were at the pediatrician for his regular checkups while your husband was outside waiting with your take-outs. Birds chirped outside the hospital window with the amazing sight of Shibuya down below, citizens resembled little ants of differing colors, walking diagonally across the streets and collecting together in small groups at entrances of establishments.

The doctor spoke while measuring Hotaru’s height, “How are you these days Mrs.Niragi?’ she said still focused on the tiny numbers on the scale, smiling at your son. “Hotaru grew 3 inches since his last appointment! he's growing quite fast for his age, also starting to look a bit more like his father.” she teased, turning to face you as you gaze out the window.

You look back at her and Hotaru. “We’ve been great lately, Hotaru’s getting straight A’s at school, my husband recently got promoted, and my brother is about to graduate med school! Thankfully, everything just seems to have fit into place for the family.’ You replied, reminiscing on the past few weeks with a smile.

Your smile didn't last for long however, a glowing object suddenly appeared in the sky, causing the three of you in the room to acknowledge it. It grew larger and larger in the sky till you realized it was a missile-like object. Fireworks appeared confusing all of you. The three of you panicked and ran to the lower floors for protection. A loud bang was all that was heard until it was just a black void of darkness. You could only hope your family was safe and sound.

You awoke as Hotaru shook your body for any sign of life. Your surroundings were silent, eerie, and covered with the scent of gasoline in the air. “Mommy, Mommy! Everyone’s gone, I cant find Daddy or the doctor!” Hotaru said crying. You cupped his cheeks and assured him that everything would be alright.

The both of you walked around the abandoned, wrecked streets, trying to find another human being, and trying to escape. Eventually, a middle-aged man came running toward the two of you, his face planted with fright.

“Woman, it's not safe for you and your son here. Take these, the Beach will find a use for these when you get there. You both will be safe there. There's no time left for me.” the man said, handing you a few playing cards. Two of hearts, 4 of clubs, 7 of spades, and 6 of diamonds. He ran away again but stopped when a red laser from the sky shot him dead middle. The traumatizing sight for both of you sent shivers down your spine.

The two of you found a building with electricity and entered, still wondering what ‘the Beach’ was or where it is. You saw a small group of people, all of them looking like they know each other.

“Hello,” You said weakly. “do you guys know where everyone went?”. They all looked at you with pity, a woman in sunglasses couldn't even bother.

“A child,” A young girl with dreadlocks approached you. “I’m Kuina, I didn't know a child could be transported into the borderlands. Did you just arrive?” You nodded in response. The conversation was interrupted by a speaker suddenly bursting at full volume, with water suddenly cascading around you.

GAME RESGESTRATION CLOSED. THERE ARE NINE PARTICIPANTS. THE GAME IS ABOUT TO COMMENCE. DIFFICULTY: 4 OF DIAMONDS. GAME: LIGHT BULB.

The speaker continued to explain the rules of the game set before you. The words went from one ear to the other with the panic you felt, yet you only understood that you just have to figure out which switch opened the bulb inside the smaller room in the setting. The water flowed in quicker, causing you to have to carry Hotaru.

“I have an idea.” you blurted shakily. “Since we can only try one switch while the door is open, lets test a random one now. If it doesn't turn on, let's close the door and open another one for a while, then we touch the bulb for heat to see if it is switched on or not. If it's hot, then the answer is the switch we just pulled. If it's cold, then the answer is the final remaining switch.” You explained in a hurry, wanting to get out of the drowning water around you.

The 7 other people executed the plan successfully, leaving all but one woman who touched the wire on her own alive. Hotaru clung to you for safety, being frightened by the sharp wires around him. Kuina helped both of you exit, and offered you a ride to a sanctuary together with the rest of the players.

In the car, the other players introduced themselves kindly, except for the woman in the sunglasses called ‘An’ by the players.

“My name is YN Niragi, it's a pleasure to meet you all,” You said, “Hotaru, introduce yourself to the others” you guided your son in a whisper. “Hello, I’m Hotaru Niragi, I'm happy to meet you all.” He said blankly, tired of everything he’s been through for the day.

“Niragi?” An questioned, looking at Tatta and Kuina with glances you aren't sure what the meanings are. “You must be married I assume? If so, what's your maiden name?” She followed, looking at the front mirror to see you.

“Yes, I am. My name used to be Chishiya, why do you ask?” You said, with your head still low. An glanced at the Kuina and Tatta who had frightened faces, and Arisu who remained confused and quiet. “Things are going to get juicy at the Beach.” she replied smugly.

You arrived at a resort still holding onto your son, the only family you seem to have left. Kuina stayed with you, bringing you to someone she said ‘you might want to meet’. The three of you walked to the back of the resort, overhearing party music and people shouting from the inside, Hotaru was about to fall asleep when you see someone in the distance. Your brother?

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Driver's seat

Headcanon: Where your car insurance finally paid off ft Atsushi, Ranpo and Akutagawa. Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting.

Atsushi:

It all started when you both were discussing random stuff.

You brought up how your brother taught you how to drive.

THE LOOK HE GAVE, FELT LIKE HE WAS LISTENING THE WORD DRIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME. (Oh right he is an orphan eheh)

"Drive..?" YEah CLUELESS

And being Y/N, You forced him to learn how to drive.

I mean it was your duty to make him learn these type of things.

"So, this is a car" "Y/N I may be a orphan but I did know basic human terms" oops

You made sure he was seated, had his belt bucked and stuff.

"Ohk so, here is the steering wheel, its used to handle the way the care tires move....." TOO MUCH OVERSHARING

"Y/N are you sure its safe to drive in Kunikida's car?"

"Let me show you how its done Atsushi-Kun"

"Ummm" BRO STOP SHOWING OFF YOU BROKE KUNIKIDA'S CAR-

Needless to say, you weren't allowed to get near transportation again without supervision.

Welps, Atsushi, to say was still confused.

"Do you know how to ride a bike?" "Yess....?"

Oh boi this could be a disaster.

Ranpo:

I don't even know why you decided to teach him

He legit cant even ride a bus by himself and you expect him to drive.

"Ranpo! NO!" Ahh yes, he was totally hitting your car to the pole right now

"RANPO! You cant eat while driving!!" "Aww Then i rather travel with a transport"

He said that and just unbuckled himself and left the car. Without having the parking breaks up.

Lets just day, you had to pay the fine for destroying public facilities.

Hey! Least your insurance paid off.

Later you thought he could least drive properly in those car area at the amusement park.

Welp you both are banned there now

But god, Ranpo driving those cars was cute. (please someone draw it, so I can rest in peace)

Akutagawa:

You found out his inability to drive when you were running away from the explosion behind you.

"Akutagawa! You bring the car here so that we can run away! in the meantime I will hold the explosion off with my ability"

Bro just used rashomon to lift the car and throw it from Midair.

You both survived, just with minor burns and organ damage. YUP TOTALLY FINE

"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? I ASKED YOU TO BRING THE CAR" "And i brought it" "NO LIKE DRIVE"

That moment you got to know, He doesn't know how to drive.

WELP HEAL FAST.

You were the people of Port Mafia. Naturally you are Rich as hell.

WELL HERE WE GO AND WAKE UP IN THE NEW BUGATTI (idk guys i forgot to frame correct meme sentences)

"This is a waste of time" "WELL TYSM I DONT LIKE MY LIFE TO END BECAUSE MY PARTNER DOESNT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE"

He was shaking while trying to adjust to the seat and the steering wheel and stuff.

"Are you scared?" "No this is just a waste of my time"

He tries to get out of the car. Tries. Seat belt to the rescue.

And now, without even trying to learn, He absolutely removes himself with his ability.

"HEY I COULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED" "You lived"

Bro just hates cars.

He rather ride his horse then drive a car.

"You just DESTROYED MY CAR" "I don't see it at a concern considering you never use it"

Now Akutagawa destroys cars till date.