#i forgot to tag last time sry

[jujutsubaby]

after hours (part 9)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: the morning after your ravenous night with toji leaves you wanting more, especially after being interrupted by the weight of all your responsibilities. thank god gojo is there to help, right? ☆ tags: modern au, babysitting au, academia au ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI !! oral sex (m!recieving), dirty talk, gojo being a male menace ☆ a/n: one chapter, two guys...y/n is on a roll xD she's living her best life. also this one is a bit short but i promise it's bc i've got a lot cooking for the next chapter!! sry it took so long to update too i'm still getting thru a bunch of asks and other fics and everything and also starting a new job. life is weird but fun! 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

you wake up feeling extremely tired and groggy; the sun is hidden behind the clouds this morning, but it’s the after effects of the joint you smoked with toji last night that gives you a brutally rude awakening. feeling more sluggish than usual, it takes you a while to remember where you are, the lack of decorations in a plain master bedroom throwing you off. it’s not until you hear toji shifting next to you that all the memories from last night flood your mind: his call you accidentally accepted, him hearing everything you and satoru did, cumming three times – no four times last night…

oh god. you really went all out this time. you had fun but oh my god, you have a final to prep for! you turn over and face toji and see he’s still fast asleep and then you check the time: 6:30am. still pretty early. you check your phone and see a couple messages from shoko and satoru. you check shoko’s first: 

shoko: comin home tn?

shoko: everything good????

oh my god, you totally forgot to tell shoko you would be potentially spending the night with toji, and your stomach drops at how worried she must’ve been. you quickly type out a response: 

y/n: OMG I SPENT THE NIGHT AT TOJI’S IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO TELL U :(

you check satoru’s texts: 

satoru [10:04pm]: missed ya at the study group :( 

satoru  [10:06pm]: wyd tmw? wanna study? 

satoru [1:17am]: what position he got u in?

wow. it started off so nicely until he… gojo’d it up. so close. you’re not even sure why you got into this complicated mess with him to begin with. 

y/n: ur sooo insufferable

y/n: i’ll be in the university library if u wanna come in the afternoon to study  🙄

“am i interrupting something?” you’re startled as toji wraps his muscular arms around you, holding you closer to his chest.. your bad mood quickly dissipates as you feel something hard grazing your ass. you turn your head to face toji as you grin groggily. 

“you’re not but it seems like you wanna start somethin’...” you say, slowly shaking your ass  against his erect member. toji’s hands slip under your sweatshirt and travel up to your chest, finding the mounds of your titties and playing with them as he thrusts his hips against your ass. 

“maybe…” you bite your lip and lean closer to him, engulfing him in a messy, sloppy kiss. his tongue darts out, rediscovering your mouth again as you sigh into him. you shift your body so that you’re facing him, and wrap your legs around his waist as his hands move slowly from your titties to your cheeks of your ass, massaging them as they grind slowly on him. 

“fuck, pumpkin, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” toji groans as his sweats become increasingly uncomfortable due to how much his throbbing member is straining to get out. you playfully bite his lip, driving him even crazier. in swift motions, he pulls on top of him without breaking the kiss, and you yelp in surprise. your core reflexively starts to grind properly on his arousal, causing you to soak through your panties. 

toji unexpectedly thrusts into your clothed core, causing you to yelp before toji quickly slaps a hand over your mouth. “shh, can’t wake up –” he grunts as you desperately rut against his arousal,  “can’t wake up megumi…” his eyes suddenly snap open in panic as he stills your hips. he quickly grabs his phone and checks the time and swears under his breath. 

“what’s going on?” you whine, upset that he put an end to your early morning shenanigans. you lay your body on top of him while cradling his face as you press small wet kisses to his jawline, hoping he’ll forget about whatever he has to do today. ugh, just thinking that thought makes you annoyed about all the things you have to do today, now…

toji groans, willing himself to focus in spite of your soft kisses and whines. “gotta wake megumi up in 30…soccer meet…” 

oh, fuck. you totally forgot about that – the whole reason you and toji baked brownies in the first place. there’s no arguing with him about this and you know it, but god, you really wish you didn’t have to face reality so soon. you’d do anything to stay in a little bit more of momentary bliss before having to get back to the real world with final exams. you complain and sigh under your breath as you slowly slide off toji, as he apologizes and gets up slowly, both of you still trying to shake the sleep from your body. 

your eyes pan down to the tent in toji’s sweats, still visible. hm, maybe you don’t have to leave just now. you bite your lip in anticipation as you touch toji’s chest lightly, and drag your fingers slowly down to the waistband of his sweats, and then on top of the bulge of his own arousal. you apply some light pressure as you loosely grip it, causing toji to suck in a sharp breath. 

“fuck, don’t make this harder than it has to be, pumpkin. just told you we can’t…gotta get ready and –”

“c’mon toji~,” you coo sultrily, using your finger to trace the outline of him, “it’ll be a quickie. i’ll suck you off and you’ll finish before it’s even time…” you make a show of swallowing in anticipation and hunger to have him in your mouth, and toji pinches the bridge of his nose. he wants you. bad. and maybe it won’t hurt anyone if megumi is like, what, 5 minutes late to the meet? it’s just fucking soccer. 

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says sharply, but you can hear the hint of playfulness in his voice. “y’got 5 minutes to make me cum, think you’re up to the challenge?” toji teases, as he already begins to bunch your hair up in a makeshift ponytail and pulls you close down on him. 

you giggle, and bite your lip to look up at him. “bet.” you immediately get straight to work on him, palming him through his sweats before slowly bringing down his sweats. you use your palm to rub against his raging arousal, and his guttural moan only spurs you on. 

“no teasing, pumpkin, time’s ticking…” toji keeps his hands firmly grasped in your hair, having full control on your head. you would be lying if you weren’t turned on at the fact that he could start fucking your mouth anytime he wanted to with his vice like grip, but you ignore the pool forming between your thighs. toji releases his throbbing member from its confines, the tip begging for attention.

you start slow, kissing his tip delicately and gradually taking more of him with every kiss, until you have him inside your mouth. you use your tongue swirl around his tip, causing him to let out a breathy groan. “f-fuck, pumpkin, just like that…” he lightly pushes your head down, carefully allowing you to take in more of his length. “i know you can take more. such a slutty girl dying to suck me off first thing in the morning.” 

you moan against him, his filthy words spurring you take even more of him and until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little. toji takes control of your movements and starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft.

you feel his shaft twitching and his breaths getting shakier and you know toji is close. “fuck, pumpkin, gonna cum all over you.” toji increases the pace in which he fucks your mouth and you get ready to feel his spillage down your throat before he abruptly lifts your mouth off of him. he guides to the ground on your knees, while he strokes himself off. 

“wanna see myself all over you face, pumpkin,” he groans, increasing the speed of his strokes. “y’gonna let daddy cum all over your face?” you nod your head enthusiastically, and take your tongue out so that the tip touches it as it bobs from toji’s strokes. just as he promised, toji splatters your face with his cum like a jackson pollock painting, and whatever gets on your tongue, you make a lewd attempt to swallow. 

“fuck,” toji says, out of breath, “you’re such a fuckin’ slut you know that?”. he leans down and wipes some of his release from your face with his thumb and you open your mouth to suck on it. “bet you’re soaked under there…” toji murmurs, as his eyes trail down to your shorts. you bite your lip in anticipation as his hands trail down to the waistband of your shorts. he dips his fingers under your panties, and just as his fingers are about to touch the one place you really needed him to, the alarm in toji’s room and megumi’s room goes off. 

both you and toji quickly snap out of your lustful trance and remember reality. “oh, fuck” toji swears as he quickly puts on his pants as you grab tissues from the bedside drawer to clean up the mess on your face. if there’s a term for getting blue balled but for girls, you have it for sure, but you feel bad whining about it since there’s nothing the both of you can do about it. 

you’re about to head to the bathroom to wash up as toji puts on a jacket before heading to megumi’s room to wake him up. meanwhile, you use the toothbrush that toji had been so kind to bring for you the last time you spent the night and freshen up. it’ll be fine. just don’t think about how your clit is literally throbbing right now or how your panties are soaked. don’t think about how close his fingers are. don’t. don’t. DON’T! 

you frustratedly head downstairs to pack up your stuff. maybe if you make it home fast enough, you can use your vibrator to get some quick release from this morning. yes, that seems like the way to go. your thoughts are interrupted by toji coming downstairs with megumi.

“good morning, megumi”, you sing. he looks especially cute when he’s just tired and just woken up, with his big little yawns and droopy eyes. 

“mornin’...” he mumbles as toji puts him down. he rubs his eyes as he goes into the garage to get his cleats. 

toji walks to you and gives you an apologetic look. “sorry, pumpkin, i hate you leave you needy like this.” toji playfully pouts as he pulls you into a hug. he runs his fingers through your hair as you inhale his scent – spiced wood and a hint of his laundry detergent. 

“you owe me,” you say, looking up at him. “it’s taking everything in me to not jump your bones right this second.” you’re not totally lying when you say that. 

toji leans down to whisper in your ear. “the next time i see you, i’m gonna be eating you out for fuckin’ hours, pumpkin.” you shudder in anticipation, and you realize this conversation is not helping your situation… 

you pull up to the driveway of your apartment and quickly take the stairs two at a time, as you want nothing more than to take a quick shower (and maybe cum your brains out, too, who knows? hard to tell.). you open the door to see shoko already dressed and making waffles for breakfast. the smell of maple syrup and butter makes your mouth salivate as you realize just how hungry you are. 

“welcome back, slut!” shoko shouts from the kitchen. 

“mornin’ bitch!” you greet, as you take your shoes off at the entrance. shoko pokes her head out of the kitchen and eyes you up and down. “wait, what are you doing up so early?” you ask, realizing shoko usually is never awake before 10. 

“remember? i told you i needed to start studying step 3 like yesterday!” she says. you can’t recall if she ever said anything about taking the medical licensing exam before right now, but it does no good for you to fight her on it. 

“wait, are you going to the library to study, then?” maybe you could tag along with her and then you’ll be forced to actually make progress with the final exam. 

“yes, wanna come? you and satoru have a final right? and you’re just out and about “babysitting”?” shoko does dramatic air quotes around that word, making you roll your eyes. 

“you’re one to talk when you apparently have step 3 and you were with utahime last night,” you retort. 

“she’s a teacher, okay! she was teaching me!”

“teaching you to put your tongue down her throat.” you try to hold back your smile but fail. 

shoko laughs before going back to her playfully stern face. “get your shit ready for the library quickly, slut. i made you an extra waffle.”

you promise you’ll be out as soon as possible as you head to your room and take the fastest shower known to mankind. no really, you do not want to be caught dead being late for something shoko wants to do. you chuck your clothes into the laundry hamper as you decide on what to wear to study on a…damn. a rainy sunday. you decide on a cashmere blush pink turtleneck sweater with a pair of comfy black mom jeans. underneath it, you layer a skin tight full sleeve gray shirt to keep you warm. you quickly do your skin care and apply minimal make up, before grabbing your black raincoat and bag and going back to the kitchen. 

you see shoko almost finished with her waffle while yours is neatly set on a plate with strawberries (your favorite fruit), butter, and maple syrup. you quickly pat down your wet hair as you take a seat (you’re just gonna have to settle for wet hair in the rain today but it’s okay, it’s not like you have anyone to impress). you quickly scarf down the semi-cold waffle while you and shoko update each other about yesterday. 

“i can’t believe he blue balled you like that! jobless and a menace!” shoko says sympathetically. 

“stop calling him jobless! his job is being a father.” you defend toji, but you won’t lie, it’s a bit hard. 

shoko and you both giggle as you guys head to the campus library. 

you yawn as you take a sip of your iced hong kong coffee milk tea. this shit’s doing nothing to keep you awake. you check the time. 2:56pm. you’ve been studying for around 6 hours already, and your brain is fried. you’ve tried to take frequent breaks with shoko, but she has very unconventional study methods – study for hours straight and then sleep for double the amount of time and then rinse and repeat. it was psychotic to say the least. that is to say, you haven’t had a chance to wind down in between hours. the bright side, however, is that you were lightyears ahead of your study schedule. maybe you could afford to fuck around a little bit… 

you grab your phone from your bag and see 2 missed calls from satoru. shit. you can’t call him from this particular campus library since it was a designated quiet library, so you text him insead: 

y/n: sorry i missed ur calls what’s up

satoru: comin in 5 what floor u at babygirl

y/n: 5th and don’t call be babygirl 

satoru: np babygirl 

you roll your eyes. it’s so infuriating to talk to satoru sometimes, but especially now after you both shared an unexpected kiss (and more) together. now that you think of it, this is the first time you’re seeing him since the barcade. should you be feeling nervous? strangely, you’re feeling fine. if anything, you’re feeling that unfortunate familiar feeling down there that you forgot about after toji left you hanging, but are now remembering because of satoru. 

you’re not one to make moves on someone like satoru, but you bite your lip thinking about how maybe (read: definitely) convince him to…take a walk with you as a study break. you ponder on it a little bit more, weighing out the pros and cons. 

pros are that you’ll finally be able to get a release, especially after this morning and working so hard. the cons, however, are mainly that you’ll be doing that with…satoru. your best friend. your annoying will-definitely-make-fun-of-you-for-this-request best friend. with satoru being around a minute from getting here, you decide on just winging it based on how you feel. 

shoko and you hear sounds coming from the corner entrance of the floor and look up to see nanami, haibara, and satoru trailing behind them, balancing three cups of coffee in one hand with ease. satoru and haibara are snickering about something and nanami looks embarrassed to be near them and starts walking a bit faster ahead of them. you wave your hand and grab his attention as the group walks to your table. 

“hey y/n! how’s it goin–”

“if any of you idiots even speak more than a word above an undetectable whisper, i’m going to kill you all.” shoko says, interrupting nanami’s greeting. 

you all look at each other silently, taking shoko’s threats to heart. 

“gojo, i swear to god if you say even a single thing–” shoko starts as satoru’s shit eating grin starts to form slightly as he pulls a chair next to you. 

“relaaaaaax, ieri. you won’t even know i exist, besides, you can’t hate me. i got you coffee!,” he assures, placing one of the three coffee cups near shoko. you don’t believe him and you suspect shoko doesn’t either.  haibara and nanami sit across from you next to shoko as they keep their heads down and pull out their books and laptops as quietly as humanly possible. you give a meek wave to them. 

gojo silently hands you a clear iced cup, with what you can only deduce to be an iced matcha latte with oatmilk. you apprehensively take a sip. unsweetened. just how you like it. “wow, my signature order?”

“what can i say? i’m a guy who pays attention.” satoru says, shrugging overtly humbly. 

“more like you’re obsessed with me.” you take another sip. 

“is that such a bad thing?” he says, lowering his voice, and bringing his face closer to you.

“you guys need to shut the fuck up.” shoko says, not looking up from her laptop and whatever she was writing in her notebook. 

“hey, i just booked a study room on the floor. let’s head there and study so we don’t bother shoko-san.” says haibara, as he closes his laptop and slowly gathers his stuff from his desk. 

“good idea!” you say, as you grab your stuff to move. satoru hasn’t bothered to take a single thing out, so he grabs your coffee and waits for you to pack up your things as nanami and haibara go ahead of you to secure the room. you and satoru follow closely behind. 

“sooo…” satoru starts. 

“sooo what?” your voice a low whisper as you walk away from the table shoko is studying at.

“how was last night?” 

you roll your eyes. of course he wants to know that. you spin the question back to him. “how was your night?” 

“it was fine. boring, really, because we kept on talking about quantum theory and like, all i could think of was, ugh.” satoru dramatically rubbed his temples to feign agony. “all i could think of was bending you over on a table and using my tongue to lick your–”

“WHAT?! SHUT THE FUCK–” you quickly lowered your voice as people gave you dirty looks around the library at your outburst. “shut the fuck. up. satoru.” your eyes widen at how bold he was to say something like that at a library. with nanami and haibara just a little ahead of you. 

gojo seems unbothered and shrugs. “you asked?”

“yeah, people ask and you just say ‘it was good, thanks.’ not explicitly laying out all your thoughts!” you chastise. you’re choosing to ignore that oh so familiar feeling between your legs. 

gojo takes a sip of his coffee. “c’mon, y/n. let’s just…man, fuck this ‘study session’”. you’re unsure why he does air quotes around ‘study session’ because for all intents and purposes, you did plan to use this time to get ahead of your study plan. “let’s just go back to my place or somethin’. suguru’s not home, we can just chill. do some of that studying you wanna do, and like, whatever else.” 

“you’re literally too horny function.”

“don’t act like you don’t wanna as well.”

ok, he got you there. “not right now, i wanna study!” you look at him, this time with pleading eyes. “don’t say anything horny in there, please. i can’t have people know about this, it’s so embarrassing.” 

“ouch.”

“don’t say anything in there and i’ll blow you in the library after you explain the quantum theory stuff that’s gonna be on the final to me.”

this deal makes satoru’s eyes widen. it’s too good to be true for him, because if there’s one thing he’s good at besides being a male menace, it’s explaining tough science concepts to cute girls. “deal.”

[honeyglz]

"Tell me a secret"

A/N - Back at it already woo!! She/Her pronouns (though I will be trying to branch out in the future) . Its just a little drabble but ye also literally bare minimum proof reading done for this.

Pairing - Bakugou x Reader

P2- Take it to the grave

Warning- Mentions of death, injuries and blood as well as general violence. (Pls lmk if I missed any)

song rec - Atlantis by seafret and somewhere only we know (idk sry)

Category- Angst, enemies to ???

-♡-

Smoke smothered the air, her breath heavy in her lungs. Her vision blured as tears ran down her face, her mind wandering. Her back pressed against the jagged concrete pillar, legs giving out as she slumped to the floor. A dry cough escaped her, crimson painting her mouth. Her hand found her cracked phone as her bloodied finger slipped across her screen eyes drifting to his contact. She clicked on it and listened as his voice rang in her ear piece.

"What do you want?" Annoyance laced Bakugou's voice as it rang through her ear, loud and clear.

She chuckled before coughing, blood dripping from her mouth. She didn't bother to say much the words slipping from her before she could hold them.

"Tell me a secret."

The request was small, her voice even more so. Bakugous eyes turned to the screen, confused at such a random call and demand.

Silence rang through as he huffed, "Why are you calling me nitwit?- Your supposed to be on patrol"

Her smile faded at his scolding, instead she changed the subject. "I miss UA... remember our first year?"

A grunt came through the phone as he stiffened at her tone. "Where are you L/N?"

"I remember when we first met. You called me an extra and I called you a dumbass" tears ran freely down her cheeks as she reminisced.

"Where the fuck are you L/N?" His stood up from his seat grabbing his coat before he caught sight of the news.

A downtown villian attack. Your patrol route.

Bakugou's blood ran cold as he rushed out the door phone still in hand. "L/N !? Where are you!"

A cough came from the phone as she bought the phone to her shoulder, hands resting at her side as her breath came out labored. "Katsuki, let me ask you something."

He ran as fast as his legs would take before he froze. His body shook at the sight of the city in ruins, the damage was spread too far for him to find you in time. You would die. You were going to die. And you'd be gone. Forever. Your voice snapped him out of his trace as you repeated your request.

"Katsuki. Please." Your voice was so weak. You felt so weak.

"What?... What is it?" His voice shrank as his eyes frantically looked around for any sign of you.

"In our third year I wanted to ask you something. It was our last day and I stopped you but I never told you." You felt your heart ache in your chest, your body slowly shutting off.

"Yea I remember.. what about it?" He flipped debris, you were no where to be seen.

"If I had asked you out that day.... would you have said yes?" It was selfish of you to ask, but death granted only one request. You didn't want to leave without knowing.

His breath caught as he felt tears begin to build. "You wanted to know a secret right?"

You hummed as you closed your eyes, the light around you fading in and out.

"My secret is I would have said yes."

You smiled up to the sky as you felt your mind rest. "Ain't that something huh?" And like clockwork the world went dark, the last thing you heard was his voice. Begging you to let him take you out. To wake up.

...

..

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BREAKING NEWS

"Pro hero H/N pronounced dead after villian attack this morning. Though our medical team has yet to find her body sources concluded her remains were destroyed in the battle. More details coming soon-"

The TV shut off as the remote hit the floor, Y/N's body illuminated by the glow of the screen. Straps and chains decorating her skin as a gloved hand stroked her cheek.

"What do you say dove? Shall we give them a real show?"

-♡-

A/N - WOOO ANGST YEAAA. Lmk if yall want me to do a part 2 cause yea :D.

NAH I FORGOT TO TAG THID HOLD ON

[madstronaut]

guess wot my fellow hoes (fellhoes?) you’re getting a two-fer-one deal

obligatory alpha post link below:

because I have been deep in my werewolf/hybrid!CODmen fixation while I was drunk off reading moondrunk I decided to take a break...

....by reading johnny boy and i dont want to even look at that ao3 history stat that tells you how many times you've visited this story IT IS A LOT

my record for one of my comfort stories is 79 times and that was back in january last i looked, and it doesn't count the copypaste backup i have in my notes in case of airplane mode. don't look at me rn (cough obligatory @the-californicationist G&G reference/tag here)

ANYWAY MOVING ON 🐺🐺🐺

Reading: Moondrunk Monster by @ghostgorlsworld

so I went to watch the Love Death Robots episode referred to here and UNFFFF forgot how good that whole series was! wolflovers, go watch the Shape-Shifters episode from S1

once again i love a good fleshed-out reader backstory and this one is no exception

also as a certified graves simp the spittake I had to clean up at reading the phrase “Captain Graves”

also wolf-friendly pain medication? please i would happily read an appendix or endnotes/footnotes about the lore/worldbuilding here <3

"They weren’t used to humans being kind to them."🥺🥺🥺🥺

me to myself: tbh in many ways this is the world we are living in rn

that line about reader sleeping in the back of the med bay reminded me of this famous pic I saw way back when:

U.S. Army nurse Amy Stuart of the 5th MASH unit deployed in Saudi Arabia naps on a cot while hugging a teddy bear sent by her family during Operation Desert Storm (February 22, 1991)

getting a little too real but at my age, always hurts my heart and deeply disturbs me to see people younger than me who i consider children going off to/waging war COUGH ANYWAY SRY ESCAPING REALITY BACK TO FANFIC-

piney has such a succinct, tight way of writing to set the scene and story premise up so well - fucking salivating at ghost taking reader to their tent and him getting miffed at her sitting on soap’s bunk until she sits on his <3 LMAO I SEE YOU GHOSTY YOU LITTLE LOVESICK PUPPY YOU~

You glanced down, seeing the Scottish flag on the wall, the photos of a couple that looked exactly like Johnny. “Oh, sorry.” 

ok but also johnny WOULD have selfies of himself up on his own bunk

“ahm easy on the eyes, aint i LT”

“shut it”

You were American, so you didn’t have much taste for tea unless it was iced and sweet. 

me, a rabid tea swiller, raising my hand: UM NOT ALL AMERICANS HATE “TREE PISS” AS TED LASSO CALLS IT OKAY (okay but I love that show so much)

unfff wolf!ghost crowding reader into his own bed forcing her to sleep in it is just *so many chef’s kisses*

Gaz was healed within a day, coming to visit you with a Snickers bar as thanks. “I’ve been saving it for an occasion,” he said. “Wolves…well, we can’t really have chocolate without quite a bit of pain so I thought I would give it to you instead. As thanks.” 

ok this was the most adorable loredrop ever also literally heartbroken at the idea they can’t enjoy chocolate!!!!

The adjustments were freezing slabs of raw beef and plating it up still half-frozen. this reminded me of this frozen organic dog chow i kept getting insta ads for after dogsitting for a friend (if u can hear this siri/insta ad algorithms, FUCK YOU RESPECT MY PRIVACY) anyway in the ad the way the person plated it for their dog and the way their dog ate it with such gusto made me, a human, want to try the dog food lol

“Not everyone in America lives in Texas, Soap.”

👏thank👏 you👏facts👏

You smiled. “A small town in Oklahoma.”

“Bloody hell, that’s just Texas.”

👏also👏 facts👏 (don’t come for me texans this new yorker will (lovingly) fuck you up; god bless amurica)

He was wearing gloves, as always, but they were warm when he pressed them against the scars, fitting his fingers into the obvious claw marks.

The 141 was silent, watching Ghost with a mixture of surprise and horror. Price looked as if he were about to intervene, his knuckles white around his fork.

i fucking l o v e this entire scene

They were still strangers to you, but the base felt too quiet without them, and your skin felt bare without Ghost’s stare upon it.

i am shivering at how good this sentence is

ghost: has a record for being more wolf than human and acts of aggression against humans

also ghost: makes tea for reader regularly when she can’t sleep

also reader if you’re having a eat-three-powdered-donuts-in-one-sitting kind of day, you eat that whole box girl no one will fault you for it <3

Ghost hummed, then came the unmistakable sound of licking the sugar off his fingers. There had also been blood on his fingertips, from the night’s previous activities.

You don’t want to think about why that makes your belly clench. 

😏😏😏we love the feral ones

also unexpected gifts are some of the best ones

i felt the adrenaline of the humvee ambush like i was watching a live action movie - i could picture the entire scenes very easily in my head <3

and ghost taking off her boots >>>>>>>>

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide. 

ah yes, classic submission position~

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER. 

meek is one of my favorite words. i have heard an alternate definition for this as “meekness is great power under control” and it stuck in my head ever since; pls bow before medic reader my meek badass queen

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it. 

ah yes imho the heart of why wolf/hybrid and enemies-to-lovers etc. etc. etc. tropes and fics are so popular~

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

hehe big ghost wolf, smol floppy ears - i will not let this image leave my head

ok and the wolflore about the recessive genes!! eating it all up <3

also i know this is a ghostfic but soap blushing and mumbling bout his coffeeshop crush is soo <333333333

"you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.”

literally me to anyone <30/even a year younger than me

"ALSO, yes i'm setting up for a future soap/cafe!reader fic"

okay the unholy screech that erupted from me at reading this author’s note i’m-

Graves sat in a simple metal chair, cool, calm and collected without a single blonde hair out of place. 

me fully knowing graves isnt even doing anything here, just sitting: go off, king

“I wasn’t going to let that boy take my soul, sir,” you said calmly. “Not for something as worthless as a career.”

well said indeed <3

You wondered if he would come visit you, if you asked. If he would sit in your dusty, frilly living room and drink from your pumpkin shaped mugs.

PUMPKIN-SHAPED MUGS <3 <3 <3

Price looked up from a paperback, a twitch in his brow. He preferred to keep out of conflicts between the pack, only interfering when blood was spilled. 

oh please my headcanon for price is that he inhales gossip like oxygen and keeps it filed and sorted alphabetically and chronologically in his mind palace to pull up as needed

They were on active duty, for Christ’s sake, it wasn’t like he could bend her over against one of those cots and stake his claim,  COUGHOMGWHYTHEEVERLOVINGFUCKNOTCOUGH no matter how badly he wanted to.  

The 141 hunted at night, so during the day Gaz and Soap would occasionally bring you a muffin for breakfast or a stray cup of coffee. Even Price, the fatherly man he was, brought you one of his extra novels to read while you were awake during the night shift, one of those cheesy detective thrillers that helped you get through the night without passing out on a patient.

who doesn’t love familial!141 🥰🥰

it’s nice to remind yourself that you’re still a simple woman that appreciates a nice mani-pedi and a good hair day.

this is so real - taking care of yourelf/reminding urself to feel human is so important <3

You had the rank and the experience, so of course, you got the lion’s share of reports. ahem this a small almost throwaway line but much appreciated - LEADERSHIP IS FOR SERVICE. TO SHOULDER THE BURDEN FOR THOSE UNDER YOU, AND LIFT THEM UP. TAKE THE HITS SO THEY DON’T HAVE TO - ONES THEY AREN’T EVEN AWARE OF IF YOU’RE GOOD AT IT. anyway stepping down once again from my soapbox-

ah reader i can think of many MANY MANY spicy ways to motivate ghosty to do his patriotic duty~

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AND ALSO Reading: Johnny Boy by @ghostgorlsworld

first off being thrown into the deep end of the incredible lorebuilding had me ready to swim and dive deep without even taking a breath of reality because the story!!!! the worldbuilding!!!! absolutely immaculate

a recurring daydream/brainrot scenario ive gone back to time and again with my blorbos through the years is getting knocked up with their spawn and having to escape and go on the run and hide the child then have an implausibly wild reunion, often with some physically impossible makeup sex and then birth my own private sports team's worth of children to build our world empire (drama, romance, intrigue, adventure - i would buy out opening night tickets to the movieplots my brain spits out, anyway ty for coming to my BedTedTalk) anyway this has such a unique niche in the CODfics ive read with the almost enemies-to-lovers-back-to-enemies flavoring with brother’s best friend trope in play

on that note, shaking tom’s hand vigorously for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life, then backhanding him with my other hand - also for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life

cute-ass mactavish sire emma needs to eat raw meat to survive? her supernatural senses make her an old soul in a child’s body? no further comments, absolute perfection. i love the explorations of “hey scenting/being a hybrid, ESPECIALLY growing up as one, ain’t all its cracked up to be and is not just all 100% sexy times and funsies” and her picking up on mom being sad all the time a certain someone is near and declaring “if mommy doesn’t like him, I don’t either” just UGGHHHH i just want to give her a hug and tell her it will all work out, shes is in good hands (including but not limited to her own!) also tear the throat out of anyone who would dare steal her childhood (fistbumping my fellow immigrant first gen firstborns&eldest daughters who had to grow up too fast/take care of adults)

also one of the reasons i love this fic is the very fierce and protective love reader has for her emma and their really beautiful bond <3 fanfic can be so healing and tender in very unexpected ways and their relationship slipped past all my walls and armor and just stuck me right in the feels <3

the conversation about grandpa jack haunting them and turning the book pages for him was so sweet i think my molars rotted away on the spot, 🥺🥺🥺 piney i will be billing you for my dental visit expenses; be prepared to pay cos ive always wanted to secretly try out grillz as a new yorker girlie 

also random brainrot but 1000% positive grandpa jack was a fucking hottie in his glory days (underground fighting rings? picturing tyler durden rn)

also please give mama reader a fucking medal, cutting up raw meats and organs first thing in the morning (EVERY morning) is a feat indeed

also johnny/reader’s first meeting at the funeral home is absolutely exquisite, the perfect amount of drama and angst!!! raaaaaa biting my pillow and tearing it to pieces

- reader’s physical reaction to the “he’s behind me, isn’t he” revelation

- johnny’s physical glow-up described through reader’s eyes is just UNFFFF *chef’s kiss*

- reader going straight into panic/mama bear mode re: emma

- “it could have been longer, john” HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY ICE COLD QUEEN PLEASE I CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE YOU FASTER OR I’LL BREAK MY KNEECAPS

- “your voice so cold it stung your tongue as you spoke. The ache in your chest was overtaken by rage, pure and hot. “Excuse me.” i am f e r a l for this line, this is PERFECTION i can taste the emotions here like viscerally on my tongue 

- honestly kudos to reader for not punching tom’s lights out when she’s running to get emma from him

“I don’t care.” You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to dig your nails into his skin and hurt him like he hurt you. “We don’t need you, we never needed you. I loved you, and you left for years . Deal with the consequences.”

Johnny Mctavish, a wolf, a soldier, flinched from you. 

It wasn’t the victory you thought it would be.

AAAAAAAA YES THIS IS ME AS I READ THIS REVELING IN THE ANGST

also the last line of ch1 being “Forget him. John always runs.” and summary of Ch2 being “Johnny comes home.” ????? gonna run out of my lipstick giving chef’s kisses to piney here

the way piney fleshes out reader and her story and history with johnny just makes me want to give her a ginormous hug, also like an all-expenses paid weeklong vacation to the maldives or something for the absolute bullshit she’s endured (might have to join you on this though dear reader my salary/responsibilities working in [redacted] means i also need an all-expense paid weeklong vacation to the maldives)

also I FUCKING SUSPECTED JOHNNY WAS SECRETLY TRYING TO SCENT READER WHEN HE SNUCK UP ON HER TO GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO SURPRISE HER BY PUTTING HIS MITTS ON HER SHOULDER; i love that emma picked up on this through her nose

“Because you still smell like me, kitty.” brain going brrrr being overloaded with conspiracy theories about teh many layers what this may mean

wolves were different from normal men. Territorial. 

me, reading about fictional territorial wolfmen on tumblr: 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about IRL men being ‘territorial’: 🤢🤢🤢

“Grandpa was like me,” she said, loyal as always. 

i’ll be totally honest the character i fell head over heels with in this story was not johnny taking first place no - EMMA MACTAVISH MY HEART <3 i hope my future children will be brave, kind, wise, funny and compassionate like you <3

It seemed that the only person suffering in this situation was you.

this line + the short almost throwaway line of reader “laughing wetly” just before it just ughhh my heartache! shoutout to all the hardworking parents/caregivers simply Trying Their Best And Getting No Recognition™️ (madstronaut sees you and applauds you, great is your reward in heaven and or the pits of tumblrhell, dealer’s choice)

“It wasn’t your decision to make, Tom,” you said, your voice reaching that pitch that made you feel like your mother. god this got too real, when i hear myself sound like my mother sometimes (esp. when im mad) i literally narrow my eyes at my own reflection and have to check myself before i wreck myself iykyk

also freaking love the lore about hybrids/wolves being discriminated against in society and johnny’s own experience and pitfalls navigating the world! lorebuilding>>>>>>>>>>>>

You were dressed more appropriately this time, a Black Sabbath tee and sweats, your work clothes of pencil skirts, trousers, and wool sweaters currently drying on the laundry lines in the backyard. 

ok reader i see you my little rocker <3 you would love saint vitus bar in brooklyn; make tom or johnny watch emma so we can headbang to our heart’s content and you can enjoy a well-deserved night out <3 (on that note #REOPENVITUSYOUCOWARDS)

Emma two-handed it, just like you tell her to. It seemed she was trying to be on her best behavior, the little traitor.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EMMA YOU LITTLE DEVIOUS ADORABLE SHIT (said goodnaturedly) I LOVE THIS LINE SO MUCH

Something in your chest squeezed when Johnny tucked the blanket around Emma’s skinny arms, more gentle than you had ever seen him.

ok though real talk men being gentle and tender, esp. around kiddos - hi, yes please sirs you can indeed help me mop my panties off the floor

Susan didn’t know what to do with a little boy that chewed on the furniture and got sick when she didn’t let him eat raw meat. 

i physically need to see fanart of young wolf!soap gnawing on an armchair leg

This was why you liked Charlie, he was so, so reasonable. 

hello charlie or as i like to call you “walking beige flag” the way i would roast him if i was bffs with reader..

also emma drawing that wolf catcher memory and waiting until soap was there to show it to both him and reader - AAGGGGH I freaking loved this and how clever this is i can do an entire pepe silvia conspiracy board meme breakdown of why and how much i loved this whole interaction

emma knowing it is a tough memory for her mama but choosing to draw and show it specifically to johnny - and waiting til they are all in each other’s presences (presence? idk)

i can see reader fighting (a losing battle lets be honest this is johnny fucking mactavish) tooth and nail so far to maintain the armor of assumptions and explanations she’s told herself to deal with the pain of being in love then (from her pov) rejected and how this has bled into how she paints johnny to emma despite her best efforts 

and yet as they say sometimes the body says and knows what the mind/heart cannot say yet and 1000% sure that little miss wolf emma mactavish loves her mom but is also sure that momma isn’t sure on where she stands with johnny

also ALSO the fact that jack raised both johnny and emma HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT - even though they’ve just met i love the little tidbits of the special wolf-to-wolf and father/daughter connection they have

AND AND AND so my grand theory here is that i believe emma made and showed this drawing to johnny because from what she knows - she perceives mama reader to despise johnny on the surface, yet still wants him - but based on what she’s told her about johnny, thinks johnny may not want mama - and drew this to prove mama is still worthy and a great protector - “You haven’t got any teeth or claws but it didn’t matter.” - and “showing her off” to johnny COUGH ANYWAY THAT’S WHERE I’LL END MY THESIS TYVM

also i love the bits sprinkled around the fic about johnny’s eyes sparkling eerie/brighter when he gets worked up

Perhaps all the war and killing really was good for his temperament.

HAHAHAHA OKAY SHIT, MAMA, WHO IS THE DELULU ONE NOW????????? (tbh it’s me, hi im the probl-)

johnny trying to find excuses to spend his PMC savings & money on reader + emma - IRL me and my bills & student loans crying laughing hysterically at reader turning this down

“Shut up!” Tommy said, frowning at you from the couch. “Fuck, lovie, he’s a friend from work.”

The man in the mask raised a hand in an awkward wave.

HAHAHAHHA SIMON!!! his entrance totally threw me off but ofc tom’s SHUT UP (true sibling energy right here, no greeting, just yells) and simon’s lil wave just UGGGGGGGHHHH such a nice palate cleanser from the intense but delicious angst - also tipping my hat at the subtle way to introduce Bi!Tommy with the “he’s not company he’s a guest” line 😏

You felt Simon’s eyes on you, judging, appraising. You were sure Johnny probably didn’t have the nicest things to say about you–most likely that you were an irritating little girl that followed him around for twenty years then proceeded to get pregnant and raise the child without him knowing,

would love to know what and how TF141 thinks of mama reader from how johnny has described her…despite her own misgivings <3

Johnny was an unsuspecting kind of violent, always smiling and laughing until he wasn’t, until it was serious.

Simon was different. He felt older. 

aaaaaa this is SUCH a good characterisation of them both

You had missed him like a lost limb-

ooh i absolutely love this phrase! I have one person in my life i went through a friend breakup with (iykyk - these are more painful than romantic breakups imho) and we mended things and discovered afterwards we both referred to our break in our friendship as ‘having lost a limb’ to other folks (!) sometimes birds of a feather really do flock together

 “It’s just…we’re adults, and adults have tricky feelings. preach mama 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

but also pls mama i know you have a kiddo but putting on nail polish right before a date? nooooooooooooooooo though chanel polishes ARE superior cos of that fat brush so all is forgiven <3

also obligatory FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK to charlie for forgetting the date, do you EVEN KNOW THE SUFFERING WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH TO GET READY FOR A DATE? TO GET READY TO FACE THE WORLD OUTSIDE OUR DOOR, PERIODT?

IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO ONE OF MY GIRLIES I WILL BE READY TO FUCKING SHOW SOMEONE’S BITCH ASS THAT YOU DO NOT NEED TEETH AND CLAWS INDEED TO GET RIGHT FUCKED UP

anyway climbing down from my soapbox on behalf of women everywhere, back to the fic

as a tiny tiny redeemable bit - charlie having weekly dinners with his gran is a huge green flag trait

He stilled, looking at you. His hand came up, pinching your chin like he used to. “You havnae called me Johnny in a very long time.” The rawness of his voice broke you down into someone you used to be, someone that loved him.

me, extremely pleased, reading this: ah yes, in vino veritas~

The alcohol had dampened the anger in your chest, you felt…open. Open to talking about it. Bleeding the poison from the wound.

<3 <3 <3 this line <3 <3 <3

irl sidenote: u can also do this without alcohol my friends <3 trusted friends, therapy, long retreats into nature, safe places, safe people all very effective and cutting right to the heart in the gentlest ways possible, painful but highly recommend over the alternative (and lesser) options of keeping the poison inside <3 

Within a blink, Johnny was kneeling before you, his hands on your knees as his eyes bored into yours. You felt a chill, a whisper of fight or flight pricking your neck at his predatory stare.

ahem hello this is it

this is what does it for me

kneelng for your prey <3

also i love that their first real physical intimate contact after reuniting, beyond that hug after the wolf catcher story, is johnny LICKING reader’s tears off her face

“All I had was a picture and letters, but I could get off just from you writing that you missed me, just from your smell lingering on the fucking paper.” whats that phrase? marines make do? 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about lacy underwear getting shredded: mmmmf yes sexxxxxyyyy

also me: ok i just know that was expensive, cringing inside at having to replace it

also fics that have men talking to ur pussy as they take care of it >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I CANNOT WAIT FOR READER TO WAKE UP AND SCREAM AT HERSELF  SAW PT 7 POSTED WOKE UP SCREAMING BLACKED OUT AND CONTINUED MY FEVERISH RANTING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FIC IN REBLOGS BELOW

[lovestruckbear]

CATCH UP

thank u for the tag @mono-blogs-art 🫡 u a real one

last song: Phony by Nightcord at 25:00 (it is a banger)

currently watching: i just watched anatomy of a fall yesterday. incredible film. highly recommend if u got the focus for 2 and a half hours of court drama. Sandra Hüller is an incredible actress. tv show wise im rewatching rocket power. i rewatched as told by ginger and then i went ham on watching that animation studios shows

also follow my letterboxd

three ships: i actually havent thought about fandom ships lately, i just got nane and manju on the brain. i guess id choose poly bad squad (project sekai)(i need to draw them more), arilisa (bandori), nozoeli (love live)

favourite color: mustard yellow, babybey!!! such a good color. absolutely stunning

currently consuming: i made pizza from scratch earlier today

first ship: tween me made a self insert where he dates misty from pokemon so maybe that. if that doesnt count. idk... maybe.... cher and blue (wolf's rain) ???

place of birth: wouldnt u like to know

current location: WOULDNT U LIKE TO KNOW

relationship status: open and poly relationship with a twink, hes such a funky little guy i want to kiss his handsome little face all the time. dating a few ppl but its no official

movie: go look at my letterboxd 💥💥💥

currently working on: initially i wanted to do an animation of nane and manju, but so much is going on in my life atm that i physically and mentally cannot do anything, and i dont have enough money for my team since its coming directly out of my pocket and its unfair to make them work for free just because theyre friends. SO im turning it into a comic. stay tuned yall. i am restraining so hard from posting every single page as i draw them, i made that mistake with lunchbox and im not doing it again (so so sorry if u followed me from there and there hasnt been an update in yrs, i promise i WILL finish it, i just do not know when)

im also making plushies of nane and manju lol. that is also taking a while bc i do not have a sewing machine, so its all by hand

thank u for tagging me!! i want to hear about my friends so tagging a few, of course do only if you feel like it :) @stevetwisp @bevsi @master-thief-gray-shadow @birdiebrunch @cherryphobe @fairymascot @7d7m sry if i forgot anyone i know more ppl on twitter than tumblr :-(

[calentvre]

tagged by @ryukocha (thank you!!! <3 and sry this took so long lol i forgot ;; post here)

Get to know a mutual better!!

LAST SONG: errasuriz by kiltro.

FAVORITE COLOR: emerald green, lavender, blood red..?

CURRENTLY WATCHING: star wars rebels, generation kill, the fall of the house of usher

LAST MOVIE: lifeforce (1985) which was supremely disappointing. before watching i knew only that it was scifi horror, patrick stewart was in it and that it was based on a book called the space vampires. all technically true but man. the movie i had in my head prior to watching was infinitely better than the real thing

CURRENTLY READING: dune for scifi book club, the house in the cerulean sea for other book club

SWEET/SAVORY/SPICY: savory i guess though sweet is close!!

LAST THING GOOGLED: "reeses pieces"

CURRENT OBSESSION: STILL baldur's gate 3. having a great & harrowing time in my durge playthrough. many many thoughts

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: ba thesis finally lol ........ ...... .. . . also some jjk gojo art and personal writing

feel like i'm so estranged from everyone idk who to tag but anyone who wants to feel free and say i tagged you !!

[xamaxenta]

Get to know you tag game

Thanks @hergan416 for the tag i needed a distraction frm anxiety supreme

Three Ships: I’m gonna cheat and say MAS, MarcoAce and SaboAce— but that doesn’t count bc its the same characters just. Add or take hdbdn I’ll try find some variety and not make them all one piece: MAS, Reguri (pokemon), dimiclaude (fe3h)

First Ship: naruto and sasuke yeah BAYBEE its all about the nindo way dattebayo (i was 12)

Last Song: Just One Yesterday (Fall Out Boy) its my favourite song ever, I listen to it almost daily and never get tired of it, wish I could see how many times ive played it because its been 10 years since save rock and roll came out as an album so i assume its ALOT of repeats, something about the melody something about the lyrics jts fucking genius i love it esp the part:

Anything you say can and will be held against you

So only say my name

It will be held against you

Makes me go balls to the walls everytime lol

Last Movie: Mario movie it was nice, wish I watched in America tho, i think alot of the references and jokes were lost on the audience here :(

Currently Reading: fanfiction i just wanna get serotonin lol i cant commit to books that i might hate (unfortunately a common problem for me, maybe i just dont like reading anymore who knows) i just hang out on the Ace AO3 tag and hope someone posts smth 😭

Currently Watching: totk stuff im poor gotta wait for payday to buy at the end of this month

Currently Consuming: like food? Nothing i dont eat until evenings

Currently Craving: something that can shut my brain up for one second, its loud and i hate it like intrusive bad thoughts i want to hit alt f4 on that shit, more Ace content (surprise whoa) and like a ten year coma where i can just wake up and go wow im gender and its gonna be daijobu

Tag List: @longingforthecosmos @liferockingitout @authenticaussie @bakyura @childofmothermoon @oz-gauze @arielxlazarus @kawaiikoalagarden @kingsofneon @itsthefandommash @/anyone everyone i forgot sry in advance ofc no pressure this is only if you wanna do this :3

[metacarpus]

hi clo!!! would u like to tag 5 songs u listen to and ask 10 of ur followers to do the same?

hi dervla 😸 sry i forgot

these days i'm listening to

Go Dig My Grave - Lankum

2. O Ruthless Great Divine Director - LINGUA IGNOTA

3. Cardamom Times - Weyes Blood

4. The Foggy Dew - Sinéad O'Connar and The Chieftains

5. La Retraite - les Vulves Assassines

(i recommend the last one for the context, it's a French protest song abt the pensions!!!!!! it's about letting our grandmas cook apple pies and overthrowing the government <3)

I also listen to the same playlist all the time for reading so it comes up high on my deezer (https://www.deezer.com/fr/playlist/10898922864) i recommend it :)

[whumpfessional]

Whumptober prompt 13 - fractures

got a longer one bc I’ve been meaning to write this scene for a while. Dead dove don’t eat for the content warnings

CW: hand whump, finger whump, Balak being a sadistic asshole tagged: @annasblogsposts (sry I keep forgetting to tag you, not sure if you want all the whumptober Circe content)

“So you are really telling me that the reason that I was late-“ The girl’s head whipped sideways as the backhand slammed into her cheekbone. A gruelling ache blossomed across her face. Every human instinct screamed to curl inward but she forced herself upright, eyes watering from the blow. “-because you forgot-“ Balak’s hand shot down, crushing her wrist and yanking it upwards. Involuntarily, a cry squeaked out as her shoulder followed the pull, twisting her arm backwards. Tears welled over the lower lids, pure panic overwhelming any sense, any learned restraint or self preservation. “- a four FUCKING DIGIT CODE?” Balak roared, hand crushing down on her thin wrist bones.

The girl trembled, muscles shaking from the need to run away as far and as fast as possible. His four eyes stared down at her pitilessly, with the same disregard her would have examining an ant with a missing leg. What fuelled the fire in her gut was the joy that hid at the very back of Balak’s glare, the slight twitch in his upper right brow.

There was nothing to say that she could use to defend herself. Her arm spasmed, twisting her wrist and hand as if she tried to pull away. Her eyes widened in fear as Balak’s gaze was pulled back to the hand in his grip. An invisible smile twitched across

Balak turned back to look at the girl, switching his hold on her wrist to his less dominant hand. “I’m going to tell you one last time so you don’t forget.” His other hand wrapped around her pointer finger.

There wasn’t a moment to pull away before a sickening snap echoed down the hallway. The following moment, the girl let out a piercing scream, knees buckling under the burning acid ache shooting up her arm.

“Three,” said Balak, hand moving over to her middle finger. He raised his eyebrows slightly, prompting her to stutter out the number as well.

SNAP. This time, the scream was more a gurgle as she attempted to hold it in, focusing on staying on her feet in the moment. “Pl-please- I-I remember-“

“Four.” He interrupted, removing his grip from around her middle finger and moving the hand over. She began to shake uncontrollably, unable to tear her eyes from his hand. “Four.” Balak said again, threat clear in his voice.

“Four!” The girl squeaked then let out another strangled yell as he wrenched back her ring finger at the knuckle. Impulse lifted her free hand to his arm, as if to stop him but she quickly balled her fist and lower it back down to her side, allowing her nails to dig into the palm.

“Nine.” His stern instructory voice poorly disguised the glee slipping though. Tears poured down the girl’s face as she forced herself to remain upright. The stomach turned at the sight of her fingers, three bent back at impossible angles. Her entire arm burned, pulsing red hot.

“N-ni-nine-“ she stuttered. Her legs barely floated underneath her as Balak reached for her pinky. “-please it won’t happen again, pl-“

A sob tore out her throat as the hand gripped tighter. He paused for a moment, watching her ragged breath and tear streaked face. Disgust flickered before he twisted the finger backwards, easily snapping the bone. “Six.”

Her whole body shook, teeth chattering as she pushed the final number out of her mouth. Without warning, he dropping her, knees crashing to the floor. The girl’s body curled around the broken hand, as if somehow capable of preventing further harm. Balak gave her a sharp nudge with his boot, prompting to look up to his grinning face.

“If you forget again, I’ll start with your arms and legs. Got it?” Sharp teeth framed the threat, a predator playing with his food. All she could do was nod, not trusting herself not to cry out if she unlocked her jaw. The pain pulsed with her heartbeat, numbers caught in her head.

He had turned away to stalk down the hallway, eyes scanning for other easy prey. The pulse beat rhythmically in her head, pressing the four numbers deeper into her mind.

[step-on-me-khun]

Helloooooo!

I hope your doing well!

[If you see the tag can you answer the following plz?]

Witches/Spells/Candy-Corn

Happy Spooky Season! 🧞💜

hello, i almost forgot about this - this is almost a month old, sry

Witches: are you going to dress up this year? if yes, as what? - I don't dress up on Halloween, the last time I did was when I was a kid

Spell: do you believe in magic, or any sort of otherworldly powers?  - a couple of my family members are pagan, so I have grown up with that, but I don't really believe in magic

Candy Corn: what’s the best Halloween candy? the worst? - The best: anything chocolate. The worst: strawberry lollys

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Secret baby ch 17

drKiyoko throws her food all over the floor for the third time today and Dabi sighs as he picks it up, back popping and complaining.  She’s been fussy about her food lately, throwing most of her food on the floor and screaming. Teething is, of course, to blame for the tantrums but it’s still exhausting. She’s already 10 months old, teething and pulling herself into a standing position. Her wings often cause her to overbalance and tumble sideways, round face a picture of confusion with her golden eyes open wide in shock. If she flaps her wings very hard she can manage to get herself airborne for a couple seconds now but it never lasts very long. He’s got another job today, he’s been taking them with more frequency and has completely quit his self run business. Giran had wanted him on it. He’s gotten good at slipping on a villian persona for his job and has even started gaining confidence from it to apply in his regular life. Kiyoko is left at her babysitters with minimum tears shed and Dabi heads out to the Cafe. 

Today’s mission’s start out smooth enough until the last one, just a reminder to stick to a schedule and pass on some details about distributing goods only in Giran’s territory. It doesn't go well, first he’s left to wait outside for over an hour in the rain. Then he’s taken to a sketchy empty basement of a room. The last and final straw comes when the  alpha across from him routinely interrupts and talks over his short message. She threatens to send him home missing a few fingers and when Dabi challenges her to make good on her threat she pulls out a knife. Soaked and pissed off Dabi starts steaming, access water evaporating off his hot skin. 

 “Keep threatening me and I have the right to defend myself.” He snarls, shoulders back and tense, he removes his hands from his pockets ready to light this bitch on fire and be done with the day. Giran wasn’t even attached that much to her. He had been assigned to her because Giran usually gave him the more difficult clients these days, because most of them tended to listen to a man who left ashes or severe burn marks. Several of them ended up as ash on the floor but neither of them were too worked up about that. The more respect Dabi earned the more ashes had to be left on the ground. He’d stopped losing sleep over after the first month, it was self defense anyways. “Last and only warning. You’re sounding an awful lot like you don’t care. Giran doesn't stand for this behavior, it attracts Heroes or worse the Police.”

“‘I’d worry about it if it was ever going to get back to him. No one ever saw you here today. No one will miss you if you disappear, No one would even notice. “ she grins , licking her top lip and lunges for him. She’s ashes in seconds and he roasts anyone who comes at him on his way out. Passing by a trashed office desk he sees a young teen hiding underneath it. 

“Stay there until the building’s clear. Can you go to the Police?”  he quietly asks and gets a small shy nod in response. Dabi ends the day with walking the teen to a Police station and leaving him instructions to let them know that the group he just took down had been affiliated with Giran and would be taken care of. He makes his way back to the Cafe soaking wet and exhausted, He still has to report what happened to Giran and settle on the amount he gets paid. The old debt is thankfully gone now, paid off quickly enough.

He stomps into the warm cafe and takes off his wet hoodie as he waits for Giran. Ordering a hot chocolate as well, without his quirk active he is feeling the cool autumn air.Girain joins him with 2 cups of coffee he swipes from the counter, he knew he was going to need both the second he saw Dabi’s scowl coming in.

“Didn’t go well? I knew she was getting a little out of line but how bad was it?” Giran asks as he starts drinking the first one down and relaxes into the plush armchair.

“Well she’s dead as are her groupies. Came at me with a knife and I took her out and anyone else who came after me. There had been a Kid there she was having man a desk, not one of yours. So i took him to the station and gave him the usual talk.” he popped the lid off his hot chocolate and gulped half of it down in one go. “We take responsibility and let the Pigs know we took care of it.”

Nodding Giran pulled out his cell, and opened the calculator app. “How many you get rid of for me?”

“Around 5 actually came at me, the rest took off the second they saw her go down. Figured they don’t know anything so I let them escape.” He tapped his fingers on the table as Giran silently logged the work and did some calculations. “I would like to move up Giran. I think at this point it's just easier if i apply for a shovel, but by myself. Not with a partner like you usually have them work.” He drains the rest of his chocolate, feeling warmer and knowing he will have to get going soon anyways before his scent suppressors wear off.

“Are you sure Dabi?” Giran squints at him across the table and pushes the second coffee over at him, Dabi certainly looks like he needs it more than him. “You’ve got that baby at home and this is dangerous. There’s a reason I always have people do this in two’s, sometimes more. Lessens chance of getting caught yeah but you also have a higher chance of going home to your baby girl.”

Dabi shoves his chair backwards and makes  a grab for the coffee, planning on using it as a temporary weapon to give him some time to get out of the cafe. Throw the hot liquid in Girans face and use the time to get out. Girans hand wraps around his wrist before he can grasp it.

“Smart, but it’s not even hot enough to slow someone down sweetheart.” his grasp on dabi’s hand is firm and does not allow him to pull his hand back but is deliberately not tight enough to be harmful. “Calm down hon. I've known about her from the start. I don’t bail everyone out that fast unless there’s a reason they can usually wait a couple days.”

“You- you've known? So that mission where you called and told me to get out of the building as fast as I could?” Dabi doesn't relax despite the calming scent coming from Giran trying to assure him it was okay, and the hand gently rubbing small circles on his wrist. 

“Why haven't you said anything before now?” Dabi eases himself back down into his chair. “You’ve acted like you don’t know  why I’m always dipping out as soon as possible and need a couple days' notice for job’s.”

“You were in a real bad spot when you called Dabi. Promising anything to a guy you didn’t know. Your kid was whimpering in the background.” Giran lights a cigar and takes a large puff, not meeting Dabi’s eyes as he struggles to get it to light with shaky hands. “I didn’t want to scare you any more than you already were. So I didn’t mention it. If you moved up to shovel on your own there would be no one there to back you up kid.”

“I can’t work with someone else either, Giran, I don’t want anyone else asking questions about my baby girl and half the people I'm talking to these days end up ashes anyways.” he sips at the coffee he was seconds from throwing onto Giran. “ i can check in before and after each job and I’ve got a string quirk. If something was going to happen then it would have already happened.”

Giran sits there for a while, thinking it over. Dabi finishes the coffee and stands up to toss the cups away. “After every single job you call me, and as you're walking in as well.”

 Dabi held out his hand and gave Giran a smile when he shook it. “Then I'm officially one of your shovels and working for you full time. I’m looking forward to it, Giran.”

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[masonscig]

getting my second dose in an hour then going to see a movie and drink probably....... methinks a psychedelic experience is incoming

[proxre-l]

❝ɴᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ❞

Synopsis: Hawks has been teasing you ever since you met; little does he know you think hes serious and one day he goes a step too far.

Warnings/tags: swearing, gn! reader, hawks calls reader pretty

A/n ~ I forgot I wrote this so I went ahead and edited it, it's also my first one shot so I hope u enjoy the read :D (also sry for sucky title lmao)

You woke up this morning feeling amazing, and to match that it was a beautiful day. The way the sun had peeked through your curtains to wake you up felt heavenly, and you thought to yourself, today is going to be great. 

After getting ready for the day, you took the morning train to your agency and clocked in to begin your morning patrol. You had opted for mornings so you could get it out of the way, but it wasn't uncommon for you to be called in to help out later, which you didn't really mind. 

So far, your patrol had been great. It was peaceful, anyone you walked by gave a warm greeting. One of the local coffee shop owners even offered you a free cup of coffee, which you happily accepted. The people here knew you well, as this was the part of town you patrolled the most. It was almost 1pm (your shift started around 9am), and you felt it had been a successful morning. As you were rounding the last corner of your route, you heard a familiar flapping of wings, and a light breeze blowing from above. 

You thought maybe today was the one day you could finish a peaceful patrol without having to talk to him. 

Oh no. Please not now, you thought to yourself. 

"Weellll, would you look at who it is!" Hawks drawled out as he landed loudly.

"The iconic h/n, making their way down the street, when there's absolutely nothing in sight!" Hawks's favorite way of 'messing with you,' as he put it, was pointing out how every single time he saw you, there was no crime in sight. Of course, his teasing never implied there was no crime because of you, but simply because you never actually wanted to do anything and chose the easy routes. This angered you because he never seemed to pay attention when you did stop crime, even if a majority of the time it was when you were helping him out. 

"Why do you feel the need to bother me everyday?" You continue walking, slightly picking up the pace, and the winged hero proceeds to easily match your speed. 

"What can I say, it's too easy!" He expressed. 

You stopped suddenly to look at him. "Look," you deadpanned, "I'm almost done with my patrol, so you can save your insults for tomorrow." You spun back around and continued your fast walking, hoping he'd leave you alone. But, of course, Hawks wouldn't let you off that easily. 

"Insults? Don't act so innocent, you love to fire back at me" he smirked, suddenly flying in front of you. 

"It's too easy," you said, mocking his tone from earlier. 

"Damn, ok then... I guess someone's in a mood," Hawks mumbled, however still loud enough for you to hear. 

"I was actually in a good mood until you showed up! You always have a way of ruining my day, don't you? What did I ever do to you?" At this point, you were glaring with an intensity that managed to catch Hawks off guard. 

His look of shock disappeared quickly, replaced with a sly smirk, however this time it was far more infuriating than previous times he flashed it your way. 

"You know, I'm just teasing. How do you expect me to react to someone as pretty as you?" Hawks proudly waited for your flustered expression at his compliment, as most would react, and instead was met with your already angry expression worsening. 

"I cannot believe you," you muttered. Somehow, faster than he could react you quickly turned to finally finish your route for the day, hopefully with no more rude interruptions. 

You somehow managed to make it back to your agency without him following you, silently celebrating your escape. After you clocked out for your lunch, you headed home, a place that was guaranteed to be Hawks-free. You typically would eat at this small cafe near your agency, however due to the unfortunate circumstances, you proceeded to order it instead. Your anger let up a little once the food arrived, and slowly began to improve as you ate. You relished in the beauty of the day from within your home (before it was ruined for you), slightly dreading the moment you would have to go back to your agency. The second half of your day usually included the more boring part of being a hero; the paper work. However, since you hadn't faced any problems during patrol, it should be fairly light. 

You stood up and stretched, ready to head back, when suddenly your phone buzzed from a notification. As soon as you turned on your phone to check what it was, your anger returned. 

At the top read: Hawks, 2 messages 

You had completely forgotten the fact that Hawks had your number. Your agency was next to his, so often you were asked to assist or partner up on missions, which meant you had to be able to contact each other. Hawks made attempts to bother you through texting outside of work, but to him your dry replies over text were nothing like the real thing. When you first met, you were initially thrilled; who wouldn't be after getting the Number 2's number and the rare opportunity to work with him? Although you hadn't known much about him aside from his ranking, it was still exciting nonetheless. However, his cockiness got in the way and ultimately tainted your first impression of him. Don't be upset if you can't keep up, he had said with that notorious smile of his. Although you laughed it off, comments like that would become frequent, gradually turning the focus to you. 

You decided to turn off your phone and wait until after work to deal with him.

  • • • • • • •

Hawks stared at his phone, waiting for the little 'read' to pop up under the two messages:

Hey, can I stop by your agency?

I want to talk for a bit

At this point, 5 minutes had passed and nothing happened. To him, 5 minutes of no response meant the other person didn't want to talk. With a frown, he put his phone away, thinking about the interaction earlier. He hadn't meant to actually hurt your feelings; he was only teasing, you knew that right? After you told him off, Hawks had stood there for a good few minutes dumbfounded. He planned to follow you again to apologize, but he was called to help with some minor criminal activity in a neighboring city at that moment. 

Hawks felt his teasing was harmless, and that you knew it was to get a reaction out of you; it was almost like a little game to him. However, when he thought about it more, he realized he had been the only one playing along. At the beginning he felt the energy was light, playful. He took your insults to him as an invitation to push you a little further, not thinking about how far he was actually going. Hawks tried to ease the tension by calling you pretty, which unbeknownst to you, he honestly felt. You were very pretty. He decided he was going to go straight to your agency and apologize to your face, whether you like it or not. 

   • • • • • •

You slumped in your chair, discouraged by the pile of paperwork currently on your desk. It was now 4pm, the time you planned on leaving work, however the small fight that had occurred in the neighboring city was a case your agency had been working on the previous week. The fight was small enough that you didn't need to be called in, however your agency felt the repercussions after being involved in the first place. 

You were a little under halfway done with the pile, and you estimated you wouldn't be done until 5:30pm. At this calculation you decided to give yourself a small break to get water. As you made your way into the lounge, towards the front of the office floor, you saw none other than the Number 2 hero. He was talking with one of your coworkers, however his charm seemed to affect everyone there. You nearly overfilled your cup when he spotted you and he gave a small nod to your coworker to then start making his way towards you. Something was off, you thought, as he wore a somewhat nervous expression. You stood there, too stunned to react, as he made his way towards you. 

"I know, I'm probably the last person you want to see right now," he said, scratching his neck. You began to drink your water, so he cleared his throat and continued talking. 

"Do you think we could take this conversation to your office?" He asked, taking off his visor. You sighed and tossed your cup in the trash, and began leading him to your office. As you made your way across the room, you could feel the stares of your coworkers as the winged hero followed you. Jeez, they can't try to be at least a little subtle? you thought. He closed the door as you stood facing the window that overlooked the street. 

"Continue," you said flatly. 

"I, uh, didn't mean to come across so harshly earlier," he admitted. 

"Thanks." Hawks nearly flinched at your sour tone.

To his surprise, you kept going. "Do you even pay attention to what I do outside of reacting to your antics?" You turned around to meet his stare. There was something more genuine to his expression, although you couldn't explain it, but you didn't let that get to you just yet. 

"I thought it was a joke at first, and then you kept going. You always made comments basically about how useless I am. Do you know how that feels?" 

"Pretty awful," Hawks mumbled, looking down slightly. 

"Yeah," you scoffed, "and after always hearing those things, for you to top it off with calling me pretty? I thought at that point you were really mocking me." 

"You know," Hawks started, "I never mean those things I say to you...I don't think you're useless. Quite the opposite actually...you fight so confidently I thought you'd be able to take my teasing. I should've been more considerate. I'm sorry." 

You stared at him in shock of his apology, searching his face for any sign of falsity in his statement, but finding none. He stared back, his warm eyes showing the honesty of what he said at that moment. You looked back down at your feet; you felt so stupid for taking his jests so seriously, always insulting him back with true disgust. 

"I'm... sorry too. I didn't mean to snap, it had just been building up and...I took it out on you." You looked up to see he had stepped closer, about a foot away from you now. 

You had never gotten this close to him, and the minimal space between you two allowed you to really take in his features. It was surprising how different he appeared without his visor, and silently you wished he would take it off more often. He truly was attractive, a fact you could never deny, despite your previous distaste towards him. His kindness was something you never expected, and (as cheesy as it is) it made him all the more beautiful. 

He gave you a sympathetic smile. "You don't need to apologize. I was.... being an ass, to put it bluntly," he chuckled, and for once you chuckled back. 

"Yeah," you smiled. Hawks always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you express your happiness with him made his heart flutter at how stunning you really were. There was a bit of awkwardness to the air, but it was much more breathable than the previous tension that would always build when you were within the same vicinity as the other. 

Hawks finally broke the silence. "And for the record, I really meant what I said when I called you pretty," and with that he winked and flashed his smirk, however this time it felt like a warm embrace instead of a slap to the face. You looked at him in disbelief, and covered your face when he started chuckling at your expression. 

"How about I make it up to you by taking you to dinner? I know this place that makes incredible yakitori," he said, drawing out the last vowel to add emphasis. 

You sighed and looked away. "I can't, I have a shit ton of paperwork I need to finish. Maybe another time?"

"I'll finish it tomorrow. I was the one involved in the fight after all, I can help out. Just send the files and I'll take care of it," he offered.

"Are you sure?" You asked. "It's a lot," you warned, but he persisted.

"I'm positive," he said, still smiling. "Consider this another way of me making it up to you. That is, if you even want to go out with me," he teased.

"I do, actually," you retorted, earning a hearty laugh from the winged hero. "Thank you, Hawks." Your expression was kind, and it warmed him to the core. And with that, you gathered your things as he led you out the door, both ready for the new start between you two.

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[ficusim]

happy birthday to me!!!!!! feat. my children

[babysealfan]

~tag 10 people you want to know better~

tagged by @anelimjolie @birthdau @actnatural-ly xoxo my luvs

relationship status: perpetually undateable

favourite color: grey, pink, and green

favourite food: bagels and nachos

song stuck in my head: once in a lifetime by talking heads (??????)

last thing i googled: cholula

time: 5:16 pm!!!! this is such a funny question to ask on a “get to know me” post imo unless i am fundamentally misunderstanding what is meant by this

dream trip: oof i have so many but the most recent one i’ve been obsessing over is visiting germany in the winter/around christmas bc my boss says it’s beautiful

i think all of my moots have been tagged already but if u haven’t then this is me tagging u xoxo

(sry i’m late to the party i literally just forgot to do this yesterday)

[snailsgoingdowntown]

oh sry i forgot to specify, its sfw for 12/13 diluc sksksks

Hi there! I’m going to take a guess and say you’re the anon who sent the last request. It’s okay! Well, I hope you like this!!

Paring: Diluc x fem! Reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff and a nervous Diluc

For the 100 + follower event!

I am not sure how to properly add links like other Tumblr users do on their blogs…so uh, the link might look weird, sorry about that-

Wordcount: 365

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His home was always warm, warmer than yours. While it was away from the city, it was still worth the trip, head resting against Diluc’s shoulder the moment you step inside the winery, a kiss to your forehead. In the beginning of your relationship with the bachelor, he was still very stiff, even in private with you. Hand holding took a while to even take place and become common. But as the days went by, he slowly became more and more affectionate, hand clasped around yours in public, and snuggling you against his chest in private, falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat, expression peaceful and without its usual scowl. Peaceful moments that he longs for that are fleeting with his job.

Late at night, when you sleep next to him, he often thinks about the future. Of what could happen, what did happen, and what will happen – sighing softly as his fingers play with strands of your hair. There are times you spend the night, at first being modest about it, saying that there was no need and that you did not want to intrude. Only to then get used to it, preferring to sleep in his bed rather than yours. Of course, he does the same to you, if he has time – stopping by once he was done with his Dark knight hero duties. He would be lying though, if he was to say he did not prefer you in his bed. And you knew that, often teasing him about it.

Your nightly stays became more frequent as your relationship developed.

“It’s cold outside; stay.”

Winter was always harsh. And so was the beating of his heart as the words struggle to leave his lips, caught in his throat. A small hand cradles his cheek, you smiling ever so sweetly at him. “Awe, you’re just so adorable.” The snow catches onto your eyelashes, and he gulps. Here goes nothing. Face red, he asks the question that has been on his mind for a while now, voice steady. His grip on your hand is tight, as though he does not want you to leave.

“You always stay the night…so why not move in?”

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Rules: Answer 20 questions + tag 20 blogs you’d love to get to know better

Tagged by the lovely @sapphic-dragon-fox

Name: Chelsea

Pronouns: She/Her, they is fine also

Zodiac: Gemini :')

Height: 5'7 almost 5'8, those several millimeters will not be discounted

Time: right now? 1:40 pm

Birthday: May 23

Nationality: American

Favorite band/group: i could never choose but the people who always stand the test of time is Fleet foxes, Radiohead, Bon Iver, Young thug, Outkast, Chopin. I just like so many different genres at all times idk this isnt very representative of me

Favorite solo artist: ooop didnt see this yet - refer to above lol

When you created your blog: just had my 11 year anniversary LMAO

Last thing you googled: it was something for work aka boring

Other blog: i forgot i created a side blog (@donotreap ) so i could RB more since my main is mostly OPs (by other artists but u know what i mean). I kinda forget about it a lot tho

Why I chose my url: it's my nickname from forever ago

How many people you're following: 541

How many followers you have: 10,702

Average hours of sleep: ugh like 6-7, i would prefer it to be 10 lmao

Instruments: no :(

Lucky number: 11!

Currently wearing: a big ass camo shirt and thats all lol

Dream trip: all the nordic countries or tokyo

Favorite food: thanksgiving related feast. or like an enchilada plate. idk haha

Favorite song: this week it's sleep on me by creams

Top three fictional universes to live in: (these are all gonna b so basic cause im not a huge into these genres apparently lol sry) 1. Middle-earth via Tolkien 2. Avatar?? does that count? the movie not the last airbender, again sry havent seen it 3. and i know this is so lame but because im watching the show The 100, i'm gonna chose that universe cause i would love to be back on earth 100 years after all humans were killed <3 <3

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