#he just doens't get along with kids! and that's okay

[underqualified-human]

Have some serious writer's block rn but I read some fics about Yuu having their younger sibling with them in Twisted Wonderland and now I'm imagining that but the kid is an absolute menace.

Yuu leaves them alone for a few minutes while they go do something. The kid is minding their own business, doodling on a piece of scrap paper when suddenly all these random suitors approach them to get in Yuu's good graces. Then the kid just tears into them. Like - they point to each one while dishing out insults like a philanthropist.

"You're too uptight, you're basically a teacher ."

"You're annoying and the only reason they spend time with you is because you're rich."

"You look like you're going to sell them a used car that breaks down after two weeks."

"Your hair probably gets everywhere."

"You're full of yourself and probably won't even let them talk."

"You can't even speak to them in person."

"You're too tall to hug comfortably."

And when Yuu comes back and somebody tries to tell them, the kid pulls out the waterworks because "The mean lion is being rude to me!"

The first years and Grimm are the only ones safe from them. (Mostly because a) Cute cat and b) The first years are the only ones that haven't made an obvious move on Yuu that the kid can pick up on at least)

[joellkeeny]

MORE DAD STEVE OH MY GODHFJD

— ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

You love Steve Harrington, you married him, you had a child with him, a sweet girl which is the light of your life. You love how he manages to handle her so well, she's never acting up or misbehaving aside from the little shenanigans the kids pull at her age. He's become so homey and domestic, it's really a sight for sore eyes.

You wake up after him, just as usual, he's always up in time with the sun, either cooking or managing some business around the house before you wake up. Hearing the sizzling of the pan and the familiar smell of bacon, you stretch your arms up to the ceiling, bones popping as you make your way out of your shared bedroom, immediately catching sight of Steve at the stove. He's frying some bacon to go along with the toast and eggs he'd made earlier. Your daughter is perched up on her chair as she munches on the eggs happily, a grin plastering itself on her face as she sees you.

“Mommy!” She squeals which catches Steve's attention too. You take her up into your arms with a yawn, kissing her forehead while hugging her to your body as she rests against your hip. “Morning sweets,” You carry her back to the table, settling her on the chair before making your way to Steve, sliding your hand up the curve of his back as you press your lips to his bicep. “You too, early bird.” He chuckles, turning his head to the side to press a kiss to your forehead before redirecting his attention to the bacon he's now pulling out of the pan.

“Come on, princess, eat up or you'll be late.” He gazes at the watch which is always wrapped around his wrist, seeing she doens't have too much time left before having to leave to school. “The bus is not going to wait for you like the last time.” She giggles behind you through a mouthful of toast, stuffing her face with the food per her dad's request before rushing to her bedroom to get dressed. “Call daddy if you need some help with the shoelaces, okay?” He shouts after her and she just nods as she disappears into her room. You're sitting down with him at the table, each with a plate of food that he made. You're slowly indulging in the food, a content smile on your face and he can't help but mirror it. Looking at him from the other side of the table, he catches your eye and curiously lifts his brow.

“What?” He asks, a bit amused by the way you're looking at him. “Something wrong?” You shake your head and look down at the plate in front of you, finishing the remains of your bacon. “Nothing's wrong, you just look so...domestic I guess.” You laugh, slightly amused by your words and reasoning, a surprised smile spreads on his face as he continues to eat. Not even a few minutes later, your daughter emerges from he room again, cheerfully dragging her bag down the hall. “Teeth, princess.” Steve says simply and she bolts to the bathroom to brush her teeth. You both chuckle at that, knowing she was still in that stage of learning her routine until it comes naturally. Grabbing both of your plates, you make your way to the kitchen, placing them in the sink, making a mental note to wash them later.

“Alright, good job.” Steve presses a kiss to her forehead as he tightens her laces, patting her backpack as he sends her on her way to school. With a sigh, he pads back to the kitchen where you're now washing the dishes, humming along to the radio. Coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, relishing in the warmth of your body. You squirm slightly in his arms, scrunching your nose. “Your beard...” You mumble, nudging him back. It was not a beard per se, just a three day old stubble. You were both in vacation, preparing for your trip to Greece which came closer and closer by the day. It was a little honeymoon–like vacation for just the two of you, and it may not seem like much, but a child could chance a lot of things around the house.

You couldn't fuck all over the place anymore, you had to be careful, rarely finding some time for just the two of you without having to think if your daughter is asleep or is she did her homework for the next day. So leaving her with your parents was the best way in knowing she would be alright for a few days.

Even after your protest, he burrows closer, purposefully rubbing his jaw over the side of your neck and you jump with a squeal, something which your daughter acquired from you. “Steve!” You call out in a warning tone though you're still laughing as you dry your hands off. Turning around in his arms, you smack his chest, noticing the little hairs prickling at the lower side of his face from up close. “You're an ass.” You roll your eyes, resting back against the counter, his arms still around you as he shrugs.

Each time you took a good look at him, you realized just how much he'd grown up from that boy you met in highschool. He was bigger now, more imposing and not only regarding the obvious physical changes, he looked like a dad. Which was somehow unbelievably attractive, the slight negligence to his hair, which was now messy and free of any gel or product, his clothes, those too were not so perfectly fit to his body, sporting a shirt with a few oil stains at the front, and even his touch seemed a lot different. The once boyish strokes of his hands over your body, smooth palms and gentle fingers now tuned into confident squeezes and rubs, his hands rougher from all the work he's been doing around the house.

“Mhm, but you love me.” You couldn't deny that, and you couldn't deny the fact that seeing him like he looked earlier when you woke up turned you on in an almost endearing way. You've seen him at his best and at his worst, but now, even if ge isn't wearing his best clothes, or being the cleanest he's even been, he's glowing. You tug him down to your lips, kissing him with all you felt, pouring your feelings straight into it. He leans into you, body almost slumping in the hold your have on his face, after all these years you know his weak points and you don't hesitate to use them for your benefit. “You look so domestic.” You mumble between kisses, moving to his jaw, emphasizing your point with a suck to his throat, reddening the skin.

“Domestic?” He questions, now panting slightly. “In a good way I assume?” You chuckle, tugging on his hair, your fingers hooking under the neckline of his shirt and pulling it down as much as possible to mouth at his collarbones. “Oh yeah, in the best way.” You push your hips into him, feeling his cock quickly beginning to stir in his sweats. The noise he let's out is almost animalistic, a sort of drunken groan, but you're his alcohol. “Dad life really suits you,” You continue, not even realising when your hands drifted downwards to tug his shirt over his head, and just then, something seems to click in his head, the cogs spinning again. Once his shirt falls to the tiles, he's spinning you around, pushing your hips into the counter as he bends down.

“You like seeing me like that so much that you're jumping my bones in the kitchen?” And you nod, letting your head back against his shoulder as his lips skim the side of your neck and shoulder. “She'll grow up before we know it and I won't be like that anymore.” You knew that with age, he wasn't going to act in the same childish way he's acting now with her, so you just have to take advantage of the time left. “I think we should make another one, give you that cute little bump. again” He proposes in the crook of your neck, pushing his cock against your ass with a groan. “God you were so beautiful like that, those heavy tits.” He whistles teasingly, making you blush as he chuckles. In time with his words his palm slides over your stomach and up to your breast, immediately catching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger making you arch away from his chest with a moan that rings throught the open space of the kitchen. “I'm not hearing a no.”

“Fuck- yes Steve, please give me another. Wanna have all of your babies,” You breach your hands on the counter as you look back at him, grinding your ass against his crotch, his dick poking at you. “Oh honey, you're such a sweetheart.” His hand presses next to yours on the counter while the other dives down to yank your shorts down, letting them pool at your ankles. “You know I'll breed this pretty cunt over and over again, just can't get enough of you.” You hear shuffling behind you, his hands working on his sweats and boxers, pulling himself out and fisting a hand around himself, stepping even closer.

You rest your forearms on the counter, bent over it as you wait for that familiar burning stretch you just adore so much. The smell of breakfast still hangs in the air, a few dishes still in the sink, his hair is messy just like yours, his eyes still a bit heavy with sleep and the morning haziness which ususally hangs in the air until around noon. It's not the most sensual or sexy atmosphere, but the fact that you're with him is enough to bring that fire inside you to light. And then, when you suck in a breath in anticipation, his pretty mushroom head pokes at your entrance, the rest of his lenght following suitly. Your thighs press together, knees slightly buckling under your weight and you leave yourself sprawled on the counter, resting against it until he seathes himself deeply inside of you.

“Jesus, honey, stop gripping me like that...” He pants, his forehead resting on your shoulderblade. You continuously flutter around him, desperately trying to bring him closer before you reach a hand back, your fingers sinking in the soft strands at the back of his head, gripping while pressing back against him almost feeling him sink even deeper in your heat if it was even possible. “Just fuck me, baby. Don't tease,” And with that, his cock slips out almost all the way before he's pushing back in, all he can feel is heat, and the stickiness which builds up at the base of his cock and against your thighs with each trust. You press your cheek against the cold marble countertop he insited on buying years ago when you were building your house together, your toes curling in your socks, the mess of your hair falling in your face. He brings one hand up, gently moving it away to the side from your face, despite fucking harshly into you repetedly, both of your bodies rocking together. His lips find your cheek, Kissing over it, messily biting on the lobe of your ear and tugging on the cartillage as he pulls away, lifing himself upright, big, warm palms cupping the meat of your hips as he lifts your hips slightly to get a better angle and you just about screm at the way he just knows how to manhandle you, making your mind a lump of jumbled thoughts.

"S-st- ah!" You moan pathetically, not being able to call out his name like you wish, focused solely on the feeling of his cock bumping against your sweet spot over and over again, his skin slapping against yours. “Can't even speak?” He asks though his voice is breathless and hoarse, not that far from yours. “Guess you won't mind if I keep your mouth busy then.” Before you can whine and complain at the empty and stretched out space he leaves inside of you, he's turning you around, hiking you up on the counter though leaving your ass hanging from the edge. His beefy arms wrap around your middle, your tits pressing against him, though you've been too desperate to get rid of your shirts. He's pushing in again, your legs wrapping around his waist to tug him closer, heels digging into the clenched muscle of his ass. He's keeping you close as he fucks into you, his mouth on yours the moment your lips part with another moan that he's eagerly drinking in, his own strained moans and groans, broken grumbles of your name and sometimes even whimpers as you squeeze around him subconscously while nearing your edge that he's been building up for some time now.

His needy tongue seeks out yours, brushing them together before his eyes roll into his head, neck straining as he throws it back, lips parted and features slack while his cock twitches inside of you. Gazing at him with hazy eyes, you're lurching towards your orgasm. “C'mon baby, cum all over my cock,” His lips are still parted, puffing out pants with a sort of a cocky smile on his face. You're not one for taking orders, not even from him, but the way he almost begs for it has you obeying immediately. As soon as he feels you cumming, he brings his hand to your clit, thumb rubbing at it to guide you through it while the other wraps around his straining cock, his tip oozing precum as he jerks himself off between your thighs. He's gasping, his eyes fixed on your gaping cunt that seemingly begs for his cum, your whines from overstimulation egging him on. “Shit– oh fuck–” His fingers curl into the material of your shirt, yanking it up to your neck and then he's cumming, his orgasm so strong that the white stripes reach your chest, the rest slowly trickling down your stomach.

Reaching one hand up to the back of his neck, you pull him in for a lazy and messy kiss, humming into his mouth before you pull back, placing one last peck to the corner of his mouth before you chuckle slightly. “What happened to 'making another one'?” You keep your hand in his hair, slowly scratching his scalp and twisting the chestnut strands, seeing the sudden shift in his stance, muscles going slack. “Oh don't give me that look, you know you'd say anything for me to fuck you.” You nod, leaning your head back against the cupboard. “True, but I meant it Steve, I do want another one.” You confess sheepishly, your other hand sliding over his chest. “I'll give you as many as you want, but I wanna make it special. Now let's get cleaned up.” Wrapping yourself around him, you hum, leaning your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom.

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[microwave-imagines]

Okay so the dumbass is Fumetsua nd her quirk is Gem frame. Aka her body is made is made from gemstones. Kinda like Kiris quirk but she looks like a gem all the time. While she doesn't need to really eat or sleep because, well, she basically a sentient gemstone, she can still be broken. And after the interships she calls Aizawa and is like "heeey Mr. Aizawa, I miiight have lost an arm" and he's like "what" "I dunno but my arm sure is doing a lot of not being attached to my body right now!" And when she looses her arm it's like "huh, didn't know that could happen" while King Orca is just freaking out and she's like "hey hey it could grow back! Maybe.... possibly, honestly I have no idea this hasn't happened before" and at some point Kami is like "wow... this is like the worst career path for you if you can just get crushed like that" but shes like "nah I think the worst would be construction because if anything falls on me I'm dead, buuut I suppose so would most other people be"

And the other, Rifuto isn't a hero at all despite his pretty amazing quirk. He can basically pop any fictional character into existance. Like. Any of em. He doens't have control over them but he can just pull them out of rifts he creates. But despite this ability he doesn't fight villains with it. Instead he runs a little coffee shop with some of them, and the characters change daily. The limit is that he can only open two rifts in a day. But, besides his job in the cafe he visits childrens hospitals and orphanages during weekends when his shop is closed, and as you can guess he opens rifts so the kids can meet their favorite cartoon characters, he also takes special requests from kids who might not make it and give them the opportinity to meet their favorite character. He also does this with adults, and visits adults hospitals too, along with elder homes. I mean, who wouldn't feel a little better after a yellow little bear calles Funshine hugged you?

Wait i love them

[rainywritingsx]

Okay so the dumbass is Fumetsua and her quirk is Granulite Frame. Aka her body is made is made from granulite. Kinda like Kiris quirk but she looks like a granulite all the time. While she doesn't need to really eat or sleep because, well, she basically a sentient gemstone, she can still be broken. And after the interships she calls Aizawa and is like "heeey Mr. Aizawa, I miiight have lost an arm" and he's like "what" "I dunno but my arm sure is doing a lot of not being attached to my body right now!" And when she looses her arm it's like "huh, didn't know that could happen" while King Orca is just freaking out and she's like "hey hey it could grow back! Maybe.... possibly, honestly I have no idea this hasn't happened before" and at some point Kami is like "wow... this is like the worst career path for you if you can just get crushed like that" but shes like "nah I think the worst would be construction because if anything falls on me I'm dead, buuut I suppose so would most other people be" also makes a joke about how she used to be a rock that gained sentiense but... it isn't a joke. She legit is a rock that just one day decided to be alive. Kinda like Mr. Edgy Bird. Later she figures out she needs to eat rocks to get her limbs back.

And the other, Rifuto isn't a hero at all despite his pretty amazing quirk. He can basically pop any fictional character into existance. Like. Any of em. He doens't have control over them but he can just pull them out of rifts he creates. But despite this ability he doesn't fight villains with it. Instead he runs a little coffee shop with some of them, and the characters change daily. The limit is that he can only open two rifts in a day. But, besides his job in the cafe he visits childrens hospitals and orphanages during weekends when his shop is closed, and as you can guess he opens rifts so the kids can meet their favorite cartoon characters, he also takes special requests from kids who might not make it and give them the opportinity to meet and spent a day with their favorite character. He also does this with adults, and visits adults hospitals too, along with elder homes. I mean, who wouldn't feel a little better after a yellow little bear called Funshine hugged you?

Also there definately was a kid who wanted to meet Optimus Prime and whoo boi that was a fun day. He was a swell dude but also like 50 feet tall so he was a lil hard to fit anywhere.

Didn’t reply to this yesterday bc I was hella sleepy BUT IM HERE NOW :D

A ROCK THAT ONE DAY DECIDED TO BE ALIVEJFJDJDJ I LIKE FUMETSUA

BYEEEE I LOVE RIFUTO OMGJDJSJX